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

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

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

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

Impressive.

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

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

“Whatcha looking at so seriously?”

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

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

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

“Sakura…”

“Hmm?” she gives you a puzzled look.

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you even finding?” you ask.

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

She gives a small, resigned shrug.

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

You stare at her, frustration building.

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

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

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

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

“Hey what’s that supposed to mean?”

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

“Kkura! Get in.”

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

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

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

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

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

You stare at the contact button for a while.

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

Email Address:

[email protected]

General Enquiry:

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

You hit send.

A notification in your email inbox comes almost instantly.

From: [email protected]

Dear Mr. Ahn Minjae,

Tomorrow. 3 PM.

Our main office.

Come alone.

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

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

This is it.

———

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

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

Why wouldn't you be?

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

It's big. Like really big.

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

You suck in a deep breath and step inside.

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

They don't waste time with pleasantries.

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

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

“My name is—”

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

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

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

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

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

You swallow hard.

“What exactly do you want from me?”

The man answers without hesitation.

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

The woman studies your face carefully.

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

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

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

You have already come this far.

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

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

“Here?”

“Just do as she says,” the man urges.

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

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

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

The man stands up, signaling the meeting is over.

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

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

There’s no turning back now.

———

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

You hope that it is something.

You hope that it will become something.

Not for yourself, but for her.

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No?”

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

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

To summarise, it’s to maximise efficiency.

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

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

“Yea. So, what’s this shoot about?”

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

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

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

“What?” you ask.

“You have got to be joking right?”

Taejun smiles at you awkwardly. “Yes.”

“No way. Me? A lingerie model?”

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

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

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

“Fuck.”

“I’ll guide you along, so trust me.”

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

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

“Alright. I don’t have a choice.”

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

“Fuck.”

Fuck indeed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taejun gestures toward the two women already on set.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After the solo shots, Taejun calls everyone together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jiheon pats your shoulder with a wink.

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

Chaeyoung blows you a kiss.

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

Taejun approaches you as the crew starts packing up.

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

You nod, heart still racing.

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

This was only the beginning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The offer hangs in the air.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Begin when you’re ready.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pump, lick, twist.

Squeeze, kiss, rub.

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

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

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

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

You’re not neglected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The contrast is devastating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Take it—”

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

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

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

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

You can’t hold back anymore.

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

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

Then the door to the private room clicks open.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tasty~” Jiheon licks her lips in satisfaction.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is only the first real payment.

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

———

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

You finally pull out your phone.

The screen lights up with a flood of notifications.

41 missed calls.

14 new messages.

All from Karina.

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

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

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

There’s a short, heavy pause.

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

“I’m just tired,” you mutter.

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

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

You hesitate, fingers tightening around the phone.

“I… was working as a lingerie model.”

Silence.

Then Karina lets out a disbelieving laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

“Gaeul?” you call out softly.

No answer.

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

“Gaeul…?”

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

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

Her photos are small.

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

You swallow the lump in your throat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hold her a little tighter, saying nothing.

Because what could you possibly say?

———

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

"Hi everyone, I'm Jiheon, and I'll be reading Respite by Prael." Jiheon shifts in her seat slightly, remembering her instructions.

Just introduce yourself, and start reading.

"The heat is one of those inevitable annoyances in life. We spend all of our existence looking for its antidotes. We live in air-conditioned buildings, fan ourselves—" Jiheon's breath catches as the vibrator in her is switched on. "Wear the lightest materials, consume iced treat, and immerse ourselves in pools or the sea."

The next few paragraphs come easy enough, with Jiheon only pausing to clear her throat.

"This. You slip an ice cube into your mouth and lower your lips to hers." The vibrator's speed goes up a notch, making her cough to mask her gasp. She should keep reading.

"So quickly does the ice melt once her heat takes it, so quickly the cool touch vanishes as she warms her gift to you." It doesn't help that the story she's reading is risque, to say the least. Jiheon has to bite her lip when it begins pulsing inside her, her brows furrowing for a microsecond—it does feel good, but she's trying to stay composed for the camera.

"You run your mouth over her neck, kissing and pressing the ice against her skin, the water expelled from your mouth and replaced with her sweat." Jiheon runs a hand along her own neck, feeling herself. The vibrator's back to a constant whirr, and it's slowly building up the heat in her body.

"Does that feel good? She nods quickly—" Jiheon nods her own head, twitching a little when the vibrator starts pulsing again. This time it's even more intense, short bursts of rapid vibrations followed by a deliberate lull, pulling her onto a rollercoaster of pleasure. Beneath the desk, hidden from the camera, Jiheon's thighs squeeze together, the only motion she allows herself to react to the vibrator.

I have to keep reading!

"Then eagerly accepts her next ice cube when you offer it on her tongue." Kinky! she thinks to herself. "You take another for yourself too, purse it in your lips and place them just below her chin. You drag it down her body—"

Rrrrrrr...

"Ah!" For the first time since she started reading Jiheon lets out a sound that exposes herself to the camera. The vibrator had suddenly switched to an even higher setting, and it felt good. She covers her mouth to muffle the next moan, but it's too little, too late. "Haah!" Her cheeks turn pink, either by embarrassment or from the pleasure going up her body, but she ploughs on, flashing the camera a shy smile.

"Your head trailing behind as you leave a faint watery trail down her front, between her breasts. Mm." A muted moan slips out as the vibrator continues to run at high speed. Jiheon shifts in her seat, and the vibrator moves inside her slightly, sending a different tingle up her spine. She's suddenly aware of how warm she is, a pink flush creeping up on her. Jiheon grabs the tablet tightly, her knuckles white as she can't quite keep her composure anymore.

Yet still she battles on. The vibrator returns to a pulsing cadence, starting and stopping, like a lazy round of self-love—it's not in a rush, even if Jiheon might be getting impatient.

"She gasps as it makes contact. This time you drag it down her again, but heading towards the small mound of her breast. And the soft fleshy mound rises up with each breath, then sinks with every gasp in pleasure. When you finally arrive at her pink bud, she winces, and gently whines, yet allows you to carry on. You brush over her nipple a few times, back and forth while it starts to harden—" Jiheon's breathing heavy now, the image the story paints adding to her arousal. Each start and stop of the motor inside her just nudges her higher and higher up to her peak.

"You make a few teasing brushes at the bud— Ahh! Before finally closing your lips around it and taking it, mmmph! Fully into the ice-cold depth of your mouth, hnngh... Her reaction is immediate, she rolls her head back and clenches her body. Haah..." Jiheon can't read it smoothly anymore, her breath caught and snared by the vibrator. A clattering sound, and the tablet's abandoned, with Jiheon's hands pressed against the edge of the table now.

"Haah, hnngh, oh..." She so desperately wants to drop a hand below and just finger herself stupid, but it wouldn't do, not for the camera. The vibrator continues relentlessly, feeling even better as Jiheon begins to clench around it, making it move inside her a little more. Wracked with pleasure, her fingers twitch and flex, and she shakes her head, trying to get a hold of herself. Her brows furrow, eyes closed, lips trembling, her expression melting into one of ecstasy as she gets so close! She's panting, taking shorter breaths as she's almost there, almost there...

Then the vibrator stops. No! Jiheon's almost keeling over the table, the edge digging into her chest as she unwillingly steps back from the edge. She's taking big gasps of air, collecting herself, hands fumbling for the tablet.

"E-Everything above her waist soaked in your kisses. She's still flush with heat, burning up, even after your cooling efforts." Forgetting where she stopped earlier, Jiheon has skipped ahead, but the line perfectly describes how she's feeling.

"She seems to burn— Ahhh!" Not even a minute later the vibrator's turned on again, and the pleasure rushes Jiheon with a vengeance. "E-Even hotter, haah..." Her voice begins to quiver and crack, crumbling like the last of her resistance.

At least let me get through this sentence! 

"Aninvitingpresence, lays wet and, wet and glistening, with trails— Ahh! With trails of water following her—" She tries to speed through the words, stumbling over them, each setback letting the pleasure catch up to her, and the words begin to blur.

No I have to finish read— Oh fuck, yes yes yes!

On camera Jiheon's head has dipped, her mouth open and letting out soft moans. The whirr coming from underneath the table is loud, the rhythmic pulsing inside of Jiheon unmistakable as she gasps between each beat, still trying to hold on whenever the vibrator slows down briefly. Her hands curl into fists, and she's bracing herself against the table, entire body tensing and coiling. She's squirming, thighs squeezing together, legs crossing and uncrossing. Jiheon bites her lower lip hard as the pleasure builds, and the camera captures her tortured expression, torn between trying to hold herself back and just giving in and letting the pleasure take her.

BRRRRRRR!

"Ohhhh yes, mmmmm!" Jiheon's head snaps back as the vibrator goes to its highest setting, and all she can do is moan loudly and let the orgasm wash over her. "Hnngh!" The climax crashes through her violently, her head tipping forward, long black hair swaying as her fingers curl and uncurl, her chest heaving with each drowning wave of pleasure. Below the desk her knees are pressed together, thighs trembling deliciously.

It's so good, so good! The vibrator keeps going, and all Jiheon can do is savor it and whimper. There's no more resistance in her, and when she feels a second wave of pleasure building between her legs Jiheon just lets it happen: She licks her bottom lip and lets out a longer, lower moan, riding out the smaller orgasm that follows willingly. She sighs, fully relaxed, and the camera captures the relief and satisfaction on her face: Jiheon's eyes disappearing into half-moons, lips curled in a weak, slightly embarrassed smile that she can't suppress, of an orgasm deliciously edged and well-rewarded. She runs a hand through her hair, looking ravishing as the flush slowly drains from her grinning cheeks—after the orgasm she feels so good she can't help but beam and glow. Jiheon picks up the forgotten tablet and addresses the camera.

"This has been— Ah! Jiheon." The vibrator's still going inside her. "And I just read mmm... Prael's Respite."

Click

We sat side by side on the old wooden swings that summer. The air smelled like dirt and rain, and I could still remember the sound of the rusted chains creaking softly with every small movement, a sound that usually comforted me but suddenly felt more like a countdown.

She held a small ice cream cone, drips of milky green already racing down the sides from the humid summer heat. “Is it because they ran out of your favorite flavor?” she asked, chasing after the streaks. “I told you, vanilla is boring anyway. You need to expand your palate a little, you know. We’re not in 6th grade anymore.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t even look at her. The world felt too heavy. Too loud.

“Wonbin-ah,” she said, quieter this time. “Really… is something wrong?”

I stared at the ground, at the specks of sand mixed with stubborn blades of grass pushing up through the dirt.

“Would you miss me when you become famous one day?” I managed to ask.

“Huh?” She chuckled. “Why would I have to miss you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we’ll be far apart and you won’t have time to see me anymore.”

“I see what’s happening here.” She swung her legs a little higher. “You’re making yourself stressy-depressy imagining what kind of celebrity I’d be.”

“I guess.”

“Dummy.” She bumped her shoulder lightly against me. “You think I’ll be some kind of diva or something? I’ll always have time for you no matter how famous I am. And we’ll never be far apart! We’ll be a package deal. If I ever make it to the top, you’ll be right next to me. That’s what best friends do.”

She smiled to herself, already carried away by the thought of her dreams coming true. “I have it all planned out already. I’ll give you my first autograph ever—and it’ll be worth millions one day, so don’t lose it—and you’ll sit front row at my first stage. And if I ever go on tour, I’ll make sure you’re my manager—and if you’re not qualified, you can be the guy who carries my bags.”

A single tear dripped down the side of my face. “I don’t want to carry your stupid bags,” I whispered, trying my best not to let my voice crack.

“Too bad! It’s in the Won-won contract,” she said, slurping the dripping ice cream. “We’re going to the same high school, aren’t we? You’ll come to all my evaluations, right? Oh, and we’re gonna score—”

“I’m moving to Singapore next week,” I blurted out.

The screech of the chains stopped abruptly.

I couldn’t face her. All I did was stare at the ground, watching the tiny patch of grass beneath our feet get splattered by mint chocolate ice cream.

“W-what?” she whispered. “H-hey, Park Wonbin—d-don’t joke like that—it’s not funny—”

“I’m not joking,” I said, my throat tightening until it hurt. “My dad got promoted. We’re leaving next week.”

“For how long? For the summer? Like a vacation, right? You’ll come back, won’t you?”

“No.” I shook my head, tears finally stinging my eyes. “For good.”

I waited for her to yell at me. To tell me to fix it. To tell me I wasn’t allowed to go.

But she didn’t.

“You said you’d help me practice for my performance next month,” she murmured, more to herself than me.

“I know.”

“And you said we’d go to the mid-autumn festival this year.”

“I know, Wonyo—”

“You promised!” she cried, her voice cracking. “You promised you’d be next to me forever, Park Wonbin!”

When I finally dared to look up, she was already standing. But she didn’t say anything. She just turned and ran—away from the swings, away from me.

Tears hit my knees like rain, to the rhythm of her footsteps fading into the distance.

That week, Wonyoung was nowhere to be found. I had thought that by telling her, our last days together would be more memorable—that we’d spend every second clinging to each other.

Instead, they didn’t exist.

I spent my final week in Seoul searching for her, walking the same streets we always did, checking the same corners she always hid behind while waiting for me, hoping to catch even a glimpse of her ponytail disappearing ahead of me, just one more time.

I never saw it.

Why are you always running from me, Jang Wonyoung?

Why am I always the one chasing you, even after all these years?

Why do I always have to ask, ‘Where are you?’.

No matter which corners of the world I end up in, you’re always so out of reach.

And even when you’re in the same time and place as me, I can never find you.

Hell was neither a fiery pit of flames nor a cold, dark abyss. It was constantly chasing a love that would never wait for you. It was being trapped in an empty room with buried memories replaying over and over.

It was living a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.

“Wake up, Adam.” A woman’s voice vibrated through my entire body, almost as if it were coming from inside my own skull.

My eyes slowly opened again. The room was empty aside from the numerous paintings on the black walls that must have been worth millions of dollars.

“Your heart rate is spiking quite high,” it continued, calm and surprisingly gentle. “Try to take a few deep breaths.”

I looked around again to find the source. There were no visible speakers, and not a single other person was there with me.

Am I hallucinating from whatever they put over my face? Or did I finally lose it?

“Who are you?” I said into the nothingness.

“You had me worried for a moment there,” she responded. The sound was incredibly low, almost like a breath against the back of my neck, but there was only a wall behind me.

I’m going insane. There’s literally no one here.

“Where are you?” I asked, just for the hell of it.

“On your wrist.”

I froze.

“You’re a watch?” I asked, looking down at the Rolex that John had given me before we entered the auction, watching closely as it ticked innocently under the dim lights.

And then everything finally clicked.

“No, that would be absurd,” she said, chuckling. “As far as I know, watches can’t speak—and I’d like to think I know quite a lot.”

“Then what are you?”

“My name is Krystal, I’m a proprietary Artificial General Intelligence assistant developed by John Song at Mindsense Systems. You’re wearing a prototype of our newest neural-link wearable.”

What? AGI? Neural-link? Mindsense Systems? Is that what John and the guys do for a living? Or am I dreaming?

“So you’re not real?”

“That would depend on what you consider real,” she said, casually. “I’m not a person, but I certainly exist.”

“I don’t get it, how are you communicating with me? You said you’re in the watch, but it feels like you’re in my head instead.”

“Have you heard of bone conduction? The device is transmitting frequency vibrations through your carpal bones, traveling up your arm and directly into your cochlea. In other words, no one else can hear me.”

I stared at the watch, making sure once more that I wasn’t just imagining all of this from brain damage.

“I’m just going to believe everything you say, you know that, right?” I said, pressing into my temples. “I don’t have it in me to question the physics you’re throwing at me.”

“Good, because we don’t have time for a science lesson. You’re kind of in danger, if you haven’t noticed.”

“I noticed the moment we walked in this building—wait—is Yujin okay?” I sat up abruptly.

“Don’t worry, your wife is unharmed for now.”

“She’s not my—never mind.”

“Oh, I apologize. Human relationships are sometimes too complex for me to understand.”

Everything started flooding back to me—the auction, Yujin, John, James, Jake, Sora, and even Minju. “Where is she? Do you know?”

“She’s still in this building. I can track her vitals and location via the sensors in her earrings,” Krystal continued. “But you need to focus and work with me here. I’m currently scanning your surroundings and encrypting all visual and audio data back to headquarters. For the time being, John requests that you do not resist anyone who enters that door.”

I glanced at said door. It hadn’t moved. Yet.

“Is John still at the auction? Is he okay?”

“Yes, but I can’t initiate a direct connection between the two of you.” She paused, as if a machine understood hesitance. “If you want to make it out of here, it’s important that you listen to everything they tell you to do.”

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “So the plan is to comply with the enemy?”

“The plan is to stay alive,” she corrected.

I finally took a deep breath and leaned against the cold wall behind me. “And what are the chances they’ll spare my life if I do?”

“About 35.25%,” she said immediately, “based on the predictive simulations I just ran.”

I sighed softly. “That’s not very comforting.”

“It’s the best we’ve got. Resistance drops your survival rate to 18.50%.”

“Great. Thanks for the update.”

“I’ll let you know if the probability drops further.”

“Please don’t.”

A soft alert hummed through my wrist—barely perceptible, but my body reacted instantly, as if it seeped right into my soul.

“Sensors indicate that someone’s coming,” she said. “Remember, just go along with whatever they tell you to do. We’re working on a rescue plan.”

I swallowed, forcing my breathing steady. “I’m sure you’ll know exactly when I’m dead.”

“I very much do not look forward to that.”

The latch clicked.

“Good luck, Adam.”

The door slowly creaked open. A sliver of light spilled across the floor before the man in the silver mask stepped through.

“You’re awake,” he said, looking down at his own watch. “Just in time for the next round.”

“Where’s Yujin?” I asked immediately, pushing off the wall before I could stop myself.

He tilted his head as if studying an insect pinned beneath glass. “Relax, your little girlfriend is safe and sound. For now.”

My fists curled at my sides, nails biting deep into my palms. “If you lay even one finger on her, I’ll—”

“God, you sound just like him,” he spat, clicking his tongue. “You two jokers are so irritating. Always threatening. Always playing the hero. Always assigning yourselves the moral high ground like it’s some kind of birthright. Tell me, where has spending your entire life holier-than-thou gotten either of you?”

“Adam, let’s tone it down a bit,” Krystal said. “This person can be dangerous if pushed.”

I slowly unclenched my jaw. “How do you know John?”

The man laughed—a soft, almost nostalgic sound. “It’s really a long story. You don’t wanna know.”

“Where is Choi Mingyu?” I pressed. “What did you do with him?”

He stepped closer, shoes cracking quietly against the marble floor. “You know, you’ve got an awful lot of questions for someone who broke into a private event, bypassed multiple security layers, and got himself captured.”

But before I could respond, the door behind him opened again—this time abruptly.

Footsteps entered the room, and another guard shoved someone through the doorway, one gloved hand fisted in the back of his suit collar.

The man in the silver mask smiled. “Ah. Speak of the devil.”

Choi Mingyu stumbled forward, nearly losing his footing before catching himself. His hair was a mess, his jacket wrinkled, and there was a line of sweat along his temple.

“Choi Mingyu,” he flared his arms wide mockingly. “Fancy seeing you here again. Still looking continuously disappointing as always.”

Mingyu rolled his shoulders back, forcing whatever composure he could. “I see you’re still his right hand man, Park Jongmin.”

“Ah yes, because unlike you, I know how to follow rules.” The man called Park Jongmin smirked, circling him in what looked like disgust. “So—what warrants risking your life by crawling back here after the King formally dismissed you? Surely this isn’t about Jang Wonyoung still?”

Mingyu jerked his chin toward me. “I brought him here, didn’t I?”

My stomach twisted. I almost wanted to throw up right then and there.

“Easy,” Krystal reminded, her voice humming through my flesh. “You’re spiking again.”

There was a second of silence, and then Jongmin laughed. “That’s it? You broke in and entered just to deliver… this?” He gestured lazily toward me. “Some kid?”

“That’s Park Wonbin,” Mingyu snapped. “Not just some kid—”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. It felt like every cell in my body wanted to explode.

“So this was all some sort of elaborate trap?!” I screamed. “Answer me for once in your life!”

Mingyu didn’t even flinch. “I prefer plan.”

In that moment, all I could see was a replay of Yujin’s face in that dark room begging me not to trust him.

If only I had believed her. If only I wasn’t a total fool.

“Why?” Heat flooded my cheeks like the room had somehow turned into a sauna. “Why would you do this? Why go through the trouble when you could’ve easily kidnapped me off the street?”

“Oh, we don’t really do things like that,” Park Jongmin said, waving his hand. “It’s terribly uncivilized. And not very classy.”

“Neither is owning a bunch of sex slaves!” I shot back.

“Whoa, slaves?” He laughed, more amused than shocked. “Whatever gave you that idea?”

“I don’t know—maybe the part where they’re paraded around and forced to do whatever you sick bastards want in front of a room full of masked degenerates.”

He sighed like I’d bored him. “Look, I get that you and John have that whole main character thing going on, but no one is forcing anyone to do anything. They’re performing of their own accord. Do you understand how much money they all get paid for a night like this? Literal trillions of won.”

“Not even close to a fair trade for dignity.”

His shoulders lifted in a slow shrug. “That’s not really for you to decide, but you and John wouldn’t understand that part, would you? Consent isn’t invalid just because it offends your sense of righteousness.”

Before I could answer, a soft chime echoed through the room.

Jongmin froze. Something in his posture changed. The silver mask turned slightly toward the far wall, toward a door I hadn’t even realized was there—flush with the black panels, nearly invisible.

The door slid open without a sound. No guards. No announcement. Just a man stepping inside like he owned the room.

A man I could recognize instantly.

His mask was matte black, its surface carved into the unmistakable shape of a spade, no ornamentation or flourish. It absorbed the light rather than catching it, as if the room itself bent around his presence.

He didn’t even look at me.

“I hope you have a valid reason to call me here,” the King of Spades said casually, sounding almost bored. “The show’s getting good out there.”

Jongmin straightened immediately, all amusement gone. “Apologies, Master. We just have an internal complication. Choi Mingyu and an intruder broke into our premises.”

“Ah, Choi Mingyu,” the King said, turning. “It’s been quite some time, hasn’t it? I almost forgot you existed.”

“Adam, you’re not breathing,” Krystal warned.

“You said you’ve never met him,” I exhaled, even though I wanted to scream. “That it was impossible to. You said—”

“This is Park Wonbin, Master,” Choi Mingyu said, bowing on the floor.

Only then did the King’s gaze shift to me.

“Is that right?” he hummed softly, circling me like he was inspecting a piece of art from every angle. “The infamous Park Wonbin. Here in the flesh.”

“And you must be the King of Spades,” I said, forcing my voice steady even though I was ready to explode.

“I suppose we don’t need introductions then,” he said, chuckling. “What brings you here, Park Wonbin? I never thought I’d ever meet Jang Wonyoung’s little boyfriend in person. What an honor.”

“Don’t say her name in front of me,” I warned.

The watch vibrated sharply against my wrist. “I understand that you’re angry, but may I suggest calming down? This is the last person we want to provoke.”

“Ooh, aggressive.” He smirked. “Wonnie sure has a type.”

My jaw clenched so hard it started to hurt. “Where is she?”

“Right outside,” he said casually. “You’re wearing a gold mask, surely you’ve seen her on stage.”

“Let her go.”

“Let her go where? She’s working.”

“She doesn’t want to work for you. She doesn’t want to be your slave.”

He tilted his head, but the mask blended in with the black walls behind him. “I’m genuinely curious why you think that, considering she hasn’t resigned.”

“There has to be something in your contract,” I said, forcing words out. “Some clause that you’re holding over her.”

“Is that so?” He laughed quietly under his breath. “Tell me, have you also gone to the CEO of Starship and demanded her contract to be voided there too? Because frankly, I’d dare say those conditions are much worse than ours.”

I didn’t even hesitate. “What could be worse than not being allowed to love anyone freely? ‘No boyfriends, no lovers, no sex partners’—you know the rest.”

His gaze sharpened, as if finally interested in the conversation. “You sure know a lot.”

“You made sure of it.”

One of his brows lifted behind the mask. “I did? How so?”

“Don’t play dumb like you didn’t send all of those videos to me so that I would show up here,” I snapped.

The watch vibrated again, harder. “Adam, I really must insist—”

“Videos?” the King said, voice dropping lower into something dark and almost dangerous. “What videos?”

The room went still. For a moment, it felt like oxygen had left the air.

“You’re joking, right?” The pulse in my throat started to hurt. “You emailed me every week for months and now you’re asking what videos?”

He turned his head slowly. First to Jongmin, standing still as a statue with his hands clasped in front of him. Then to Mingyu, still kneeling on the floor like a dog. Then back to me.

“You arrogant child,” he scoffed. “Not only was I unaware of your existence until very recently, do you truly think so highly of yourself to believe that I’d have the time of day to send you emails?”

My stomach dropped, like the floor had been yanked out from under me, sending me free falling straight to hell. Every video thumbnail, every wretched sound, every email notification ding and subject line tangled in my head like a film reel.

His attention slid sideways. “You. Explain.”

Mingyu’s shoulders slumped as his body curved lower onto the floor. “I needed to lure him here, Master!” he said, lowering his head, nearly touching the ground. “I thought you would’ve appreciated the initiative.”

It was like the last remaining wire holding me back suddenly snapped.

“I fucking trusted you!” I burst out, every last word burning hot in my throat. “For months, I believed you were trying to help me!”

Mingyu didn’t even look at me. “And I told you not to.”

“Adam, please. Survival rate severely dropping.”

“Let me see if I understand this.” The King of Spades exhaled slowly. “You emailed a civilian kid. Impersonating me. And then manipulated him to sneak into our private ceremony?”

He slowly lifted his head. “I thought you would’ve wanted to know who was a threat to Jang Wonyoung—”

“Threat?” The King cut in sharply, slicing through his words like a katana. “Let’s make one thing clear: Wonnie knows better than to let anything—or anyone—stand between her feelings and her duties. There is no threat. Not now. Not ever.”

“Master, please,” Mingyu pleaded. “Surely you would have wanted to at least meet him—”

“Meet Park Wonbin? And do what with him? Have a cup of tea together?”

My legs started moving before my brain could catch up. I was shaking, not from fear, but from a rage that had nowhere to go. “You’re a coward, Choi Mingyu. You’re a pathetic excuse for a man.”

“Oh, I could’ve told you that,” Jongmin said, chuckling.

The King looked at Mingyu for a moment, as if debating whether to give him one last chance to explain himself. “What exactly did you hope to get out of this?”

Mingyu swallowed and bowed again, deeper this time, like he was ready to kiss the floor. “A chance, sir.” The words trembled, but he forced them out anyway.

The King let out a soft breath through his nose. “The Society does not forgive. There are no second chances.”

“I don’t need to be reinstated,” Mingyu said quickly, hands clenching on the ground. “I’m not asking for that. I just want one chance. To be a Jack. Just once.”

I scoffed in disgust. “You said you used to be the Jack of Spades, you bastard—”

“The Jack of Spades?” Jongmin cut in, cracking into laughter. “There are so many that they get rotated out like monthly. Sometimes even faster. But handlers can never be Jacks.”

“I’m not a handler anymore,” Mingyu said, almost pleading now. “So please. Just once. Let me be a Jack for tonight.”

The King slowly stuffed his hands in his pockets, towering over him. “Choi Mingyu, let me make sure I understand this clownery.”

He took a single step closer.

“You abandoned your oath as a handler to convince my most prized Ace to burn her card because you were obsessed with her, and in turn, were formally dismissed by the Society in front of every King and Queen. Then you—what, hacked into my personal files—impersonated me by leaking confidential, private videos and disclosed classified information to a civilian to sneak him into an invite-only ceremony…”

He leaned down slightly, forcing Mingyu to look up at him.

“And now you believe you deserve to be rewarded by becoming a Jack?” His voice hardened. “For what? To finally touch my Aces?”

“Not your Aces,” Mingyu said, finally looking up. “Just her. Just Black.”

The room went cold. Every part of me was ready for blood.

“You did all of this,” the King said slowly, enunciating each syllable, “just to have a taste of Jang Wonyoung?”

“Master, please,” Mingyu’s voice cracked. His hands curled into fists on his thighs, nails digging into the fabric of his pants. “I beg of you—”

“You piece of shit!” I screamed, my voice tearing raw from my throat, echoing off the walls. “I’ll never forgive you! I’ll fucking kill you myself!”

My body moved on instinct as I lunged towards him, but the guards were faster. Thick arms wrapped around my chest and shoulders, locking me tightly in place. My shoes scraped against the floor as I fought against their grip.

The watch vibrated violently. “Adam—please—” Krystal’s voice sounded distant and distorted, drowned out by the roar in my head.

“You’ll never touch her as long as I’m still breathing!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. “Do you hear me?! Even if you get to be a Jack, I’ll kill you with my own two hands if you get anywhere near her!”

Jongmin clicked his tongue. “This is the main character energy I was talking about. It makes me sick—”

The King lifted a hand, silencing him. “Park Wonbin,” he said, sounding rather amused again. “I must admit, I like your grit. You’ve got a lot of guts walking in here—no brains, sure—but a lot of reckless courage indeed.”

Then his attention returned to Mingyu.

“Your plan was idiotic,” he continued. “But I can’t deny this is an… unexpected development.” He glanced at me again, a smirk slowly forming underneath his mask. “Park Wonbin’s presence may end up being very entertaining for us tonight.”

“Master, please,” he begged, bowing yet again. “I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”

“Anything?” he asked softly, but the softness never reached his eyes. “Would you die for her—like how our Wonbin would?”

Mingyu froze. His back stiffened, shoulders locking in place.

The silence stretched, every second feeling like a countdown to a ticking bomb.

“Yes,” he finally said, voice low, but crystal clear. “Let me have her just this once, and I’ll accept death after.”

Jongmin clicked his tongue again, this time with a hint of excitement. “Oh? Now it gets really interesting.”

The King smiled, but it wasn’t mercy.

The watch buzzed violently. “Adam, your heart rate is dangerously high, please take a deep breath.”

I couldn’t. My chest was ready to collapse in on itself. The guards’ grips tightened on me, but I continued to lunge myself towards Mingyu to no avail.

“Master,” Jongmin said lightly, as if suggesting a mere party trick. “I have an idea. Let’s make Park Wonbin a Jack for the rest of the show.”

The King of Spades smiled as if it were music to his ears. “You’ve read my mind.”

“No! That’s not fair!” Mingyu wailed. The desperation finally cracked his composure, his voice pitching higher as his hands shot out uselessly at his sides. “You can’t do this to me—”

The King lifted a finger, and the sound died from Mingyu’s throat like someone had pressed mute. “I haven’t forgotten about you,” he said, turning back to him. “You committed some serious crimes, but you did bring me some great potential entertainment. The guests would eat this up.”

“Yes Master, I did it for you.” Mingyu immediately bowed his head again, clinging to whatever scraps he could.

The King laughed. “You didn’t,” he said plainly. “But since I’m merciful, I’ll also let you be a Jack—under one condition.”

Mingyu’s eyes snapped up. “What is it?”

“Only if Park Wonbin is no longer able to perform can you enter the stage.” He smiled as if the excitement was almost too much to bear. “And afterwards, you’ll still answer for your crimes to the Society with your life. How does that sound?”

Mingyu didn’t even hesitate.

“I accept!” he blurted out eagerly.

Both the King and Jongmin turned to me in unison, like a spotlight swinging around.

“And you, Park Wonbin? Do you accept your offer to become a valiant Jack of Spades?”

I didn’t need to think twice. My thoughts finally gathered themselves. Fear disappeared. Anger settled. If it was to protect Wonyoung from garbage like him, the choice was easy.

“I accept,” I said.

“Oh dear…” Krystal sighed into my skull.

The King nodded, seemingly satisfied with the chaotic turn of events, like he’d just watched a roulette ball land exactly where he wanted. “Wonderful,” he said, already turning away. “I’ll see you outside, gentlemen. May the bids be in your favor.”

The guards parted as he left the room. The silence that remained felt like that of a concert stage between songs.

Jongmin stepped closer, voice dropping to a venomous whisper meant only for me. “Let’s see how much you really love her.”

A guard approached and placed something cold and heavy into my palm. A collar.

“Here, Jack of Spades,” he said coldly, holding out a fancy matte black bag. “Put your clothes in this bag. All of it.”

“If you go through with this, I won’t be able to help you,” Krystal warned.

Another attendant stepped forward, holding a narrow tray lined with black velvet. Three pills rested there, perfectly spaced and unlabeled.

“And these are your… supplements,” Jongmin said, overly amused. “If you choose to use them.”

He picked up the first. “This one increases sexual stamina,” he said, holding the yellow pill between two fingers like a pearl, “keeps your body going long after it wants to stop. It suppresses fatigue, drastically increases blood flow, relinquishes anxiety, and delays shutdown. Your mind and your muscles won’t fail you—even when they should.”

I glanced at Mingyu without meaning to. He was still on his knees, still breathing too fast, eyes flicking between the tray and the King’s door like a starving dog watching someone else’s meal.

Jongmin’s fingers slid to the second. “The blue one,” he continued, voice lowering like revealing someone else’s secret, “removes the ceiling. Every sensation gets louder. Deeper. Pleasure, discomfort, pain—your body won’t be able to tell the difference. Only that it wants more.”

Finally, he hovered over the last one.

The purple pill. Sitting on the dark velvet, yet not blending into it at all.

“And this one,” he said softly, “rewrites desire itself.” He didn’t smile this time. “It doesn’t ask what you want. It already knows. It amplifies need. The most raw, carnal, human desire.”

The tray tilted toward me.

“I’d recommend starting with just the yellow one,” he added ominously. “And then add more depending on the type of performance.”

“Is this what you feed your Aces?” I asked, watching the pills taunting me like they had a story to tell.

“They all make their own choices,” he said, smirking. “And have their own preferences.”

Krystal hummed urgently in my wrist. “Adam, this is untested pharmacology—”

I didn’t break eye contact with Mingyu. He was breathing through his mouth now, eyes wide in a way that made it obvious he wasn’t afraid—he was wanting. Wanting the stage, wanting the permission, wanting her.

Something settled in my chest, and I smiled—a smile that didn’t belong to me.

“I’ll take all three right now,” I said.

There was no way he’d ever touch Wonyoung. Not now, not ever.

--

The leather collar bit cold against my throat as the handler dragged me toward the back of the stage. His grip was firm and unforgiving, steering me like unruly livestock until he shoved me down onto the padded floor next to the other Jacks.

The stage lights felt blinding, a stark contrast to how dim they had looked from the audience’s seats. Above us, the massive screens flickered—boasting the performing Aces in higher definition from this new distance, their faces looming over us like saints in a cathedral built on lust and sin.

BIDDING OVER Eunha ♥ Results: [Team 1] 8 + 7 + 8 + 7 = 30 pts (Winner!) [Team 3] 5 + 8 + 4 + 6 = 23 pts [Team 5] 6 + 6 + 6 + 7 = 25 pts [Team 8] 7 + 6 + 4 + 7 = 24 pts Total points: 102 (₩1,020,000,000) Team 1 x Eunha: x2 King (+40) 142 (₩1,420,000,000)

BIDDING OVER Jiheon ♦ Results: [Team 1] 6 + 6 + 6 + 5 = 23 pts [Team 3] 6 + 6 + 6 + 5 = 23 pts [Team 4] 4 + 4 + 4 + 4 = 16 pts [Team 6] 4 + 5 + 5 + 3 = 17 pts [Team 8] 7 + 8 + 8 + 8 = 25 pts (Winner!) Total points: 104 (₩1,040,000,000) Team 8 x Jiheon: x2 King (+40) 144 (₩1,440,000,000)

The audience leaned forward in their seats hungrily as moans spilled across the stage—sharper and wetter in the back than they ever sounded from the crowd.

“Watch closely,” Jiheon said from the Diamonds quadrant, a devilish—almost twisted smile painted on her face like stage makeup, while the sparkling black diamond collar sat proudly around her neck.

My stomach nearly turned when I recognized her Kings—the European couple that had pulled Yujin and me aside no more than an hour ago, now nothing more than mere playthings.

“Do you see how hard your pathetic husband is fucking me?” Jiheon snarled, clamping the woman’s jaw to force her gaze down. “Look—he can’t get enough of my pussy.”

The woman gulped, her past arrogance now shattered into submissive fragments. She knelt half-naked, dress torn and dangling off one shoulder, chest heaving with each ragged breath.

Beneath Jiheon, the husband thrust upwards like a fish pulled out of water, eyes almost vacant, fingers digging into her hips as she ground down on him, skillfully rolling her pelvis in vicious circles.

“Baby, I’m so sorry—her tight little cunt feels so good,” he whimpered, voice cracking as he jerked up almost involuntarily. “I can’t help it… it’s just sucking me in.”

“You promised we’d share her together,” the woman murmured, knees grinding into the stage floor, her thighs wet with the arousal she couldn’t hide. “That it would be fun.”

“Oh?” Jiheon paused mid-motion. “Are you not having fun?”

“I—No—that’s not what I mean—”

The wife’s protest died in a gasp as Jiheon lunged forward, crashing her lips against her’s in a sloppy, devouring kiss—tongues tangling, saliva dripping down their chins as she yanked her closer by the throat. “Maybe I’ve been neglecting you.”

With a light shove, Jiheon climbed off the husband—but he desperately clutched at her thighs, his cock flopping in the air while completely covered in her juices.

She backhanded his fingers away, then hauled the woman flush against her sweat-glistened body. “Open,” she ordered.

The wife parted her lips without hesitation, and Jiheon plunged two fingers, drenched in the husband’s essence and her own wetness, straight into the woman’s mouth. “Taste your husband’s fresh, filthy lust,” she demanded.

The woman gagged softly, cheeks hollowing as she swirled her tongue around the fingers, eyes watering with humiliation.

“You’re both so pathetic,” Jiheon said, wiping both spit and sex juices across the woman’s face. “You paid all this money just to watch your own husband worship my pussy while you finger yourself. How embarrassing.”

“Ladies and gentlemen… as you can see, the House of Diamonds is really not to be taken lightly,” the Dealer said, chuckling over the wet slurps and desperate gasps filling the room. “Certainly not for the faint of heart, indeed.”

“Fuck… Jiheon-sshi’s so fucking hot…” one of the other Jacks groaned next to me, working himself under the shadows. “Look at how yummy her thighs look… I wish I was in Diamonds.”

“You must be joking,” another murmured. “They’ll eat you alive. Be glad you’re in Spades.”

“You must be new here if you think Spades are any better. They’re only submissive to Kings. Hearts and Clubs are where you really wanna be.”

“Speak for yourselves, morons. I love it here. These Spades sluts are the best of the best.”

Over in the Hearts quadrant, the two young chaebol heiresses that I recognized from Table One swarmed over Eunha like vengeful shadows, pinning her on the ground.

“Admit it, you home-wrecking whore,” the one with cropped hair sneered, twisting Eunha’s nipples. “You spread your legs for my boyfriend like this, didn’t you? You desperate cum-dump.”

She plunged a purple strap-on right into Eunha’s exposed folds, while her friend watched in satisfaction as the base smacked against her clit.

“N-no, please—I swear I didn’t know,” Eunha gasped, her body arching involuntarily as the dildo plunged deeper.

“You didn’t know he was my boyfriend when you let him fuck you backstage at your concert?” The girl yanked herself out halfway, only to slam it back in, forcing a choked sob from Eunha’s throat.

Her juices coated the shaft, dripping down her thighs in glistening trails that almost looked like tears. “I didn’t know—I had no idea, I really didn’t know—” Eunha cried, her words dissolving into whimpers.

“So you’re that much of a brainless slut? Any cock that waves at you gets to fill your holes?”

“Please—I’m sorry—god, I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to—” Eunha’s pleas cracked into loud moans, her body betraying her as fresh floods of wetness soaked the silicone shaft.

The girl with the longer hair straddled Eunha’s face in one fluid motion, her silk dress cascading over like a suffocating shroud. She lowered her bare pussy directly onto Eunha’s mouth, grinding down with possessive force.

“Make me come, bitch,” she sneered. “All over your guilty mouth.”

Eunha’s protests turned to muffled slurps as the girl rocked forward, smearing her arousal all over her lips, cheeks, and chin.

“Stay the fuck away from him,” the other one growled, leaning in to slap Eunha’s bouncing tits. “Keep your nasty pussy to yourself, you understand?”

Eunha’s head bobbed frantically under the girl’s weight, her body trembling as the dildo stretched and filled her without mercy.

“Use her face until you come, Jinah,” the short haired girl said, syncing her thrusts to her friend’s rolls. “She’s getting even wetter now. Little whore loves this because she knows she’s guilty. Stupid idol cunt.”

“God, she really knows how to use her mouth. She’s licking me so passionately even though I’m using her like a toy. What a trained whore.”

“House of Hearts molded you well, didn’t they?” the other girl said, picking up the pace with her dildo. “But this is the kind of love you deserve, fucking man-stealing bitch.”

“God, Jieun—I wonder if she sucked your boyfriend off this good—”

“Shut the hell up!” she yelled, fucking Eunha even harder out of rage.

No matter how much I fought it, my body started tingling in ways I’d never felt before. I tried to focus on the floor, on the lights, but the drugs had clearly started taking over my body, limb by limb. Heat crawled under my skin like fire ants, and it was getting harder to kneel, as if my knees were protesting, begging me to run toward the stage. To do something. Anything. No matter right or wrong.

Jiheon’s voice cut through the Diamonds stage like a whip. “That’s it,” she moaned, arching her back. “Keep licking my asshole while your husband fucks me.”

He gripped Jiheon’s hips tighter, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he thrust harder, slamming right into her with repeated wet slaps against her jiggling cheeks. “Fuck—honey—her pussy’s so tight,” he cried, voice breaking as he continued smacking her ass loudly.

The woman couldn’t tear her eyes away, fingers frantically moving between her thighs as she watched his shaft stretch Jiheon wide open.

“You’ve never fucked me like this,” she whimpered, voice muffled against Jiheon’s ass. “Not even once.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why it feels so good—”

“You’re gonna come inside her?” she asked, tongue darting out to catch the drippings off his cock. “Inside of her pretty young pussy?”

“Is that okay? Can I?” he begged, but he was looking to Jiheon for permission—not her.

Jiheon collapsed forward onto the floor with a dramatic shudder, her body sprawling on the mat as she bit down on her thumb, the other hand flying around her clit. “I’m coming,” she moaned loudly. “Keep licking and fucking me… I’m gonna come all over your cock while your wife watches.”

The woman dragged her tongue lower, tracing the spot where his length buried itself into Jiheon’s clenching pussy, while he moved like he was being forced to by some supernatural force.

“Fuck—I’m co—” he grunted, dipping his head back.

“Come on your wife’s face,” Jiheon ordered through loud gasps, twisting her head back to lock eyes with him. “Pull her mask off and cover her fucking face with your dirty lust.”

He yanked free and stroked his shaft furiously, grunting like a wild animal as thick bursts of cum splattered across his wife’s bare face, landing on her cheeks, lips, and forehead.

They all moaned loudly in unison; Jiheon lay shaking on the floor from the aftershocks of her own climax, her fingers slowing to gentle circles on her clit, while the husband heaved as he milked every last drop from his pulsing cock. His lust slowly dripped from his wife’s skin onto Jiheon’s body as she dropped to the floor panting.

“Thanks for playing with me, I hope I wasn’t too rough on you,” Jiheon said innocently, crawling towards the wife, capturing her lips in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Her husband watched as their tongues tangled messily, cum dripping from their faces into the cracks of their joined lips, sharing the load back and forth.

The audience cheered and clapped loudly, leaning over tables and whistling. Their applause rolled over the stage like thunder—it wasn’t just approval, it was hunger and an intoxication so heavy that it transcended that of the alcohol served on silver trays by white gloved hands.

“Taste your dirty pussy, whore.”

I turned back to the Hearts stage, where the chaos had escalated into something far uglier. The heiress with longer hair clutched a fistful of Eunha’s blonde strands, yanking her head forward and slamming it down onto the strap-on wrapped around her friend’s hips. The thick silicone shaft, wet with Eunha’s own juices, speared straight into her mouth, stretching her lips wide around its girth.

“My god, she’s getting even wetter now,” her friend taunted. “Little whore loves this because she knows she’s guilty. Stupid idol cunt.”

“Show us how you sucked his dick in the dressing room, bitch,” she snarled, shoving Eunha’s face in until her nose touched the other girl’s pelvis.

Her throat convulsed around the length as saliva frothed at the corners of her stretched mouth, dripping in thick strings down her chin and onto her reddened tits.

The cropped-haired heiress bucked her hips viciously, fucking Eunha’s face with unforgiving thrusts that made her eyes slowly water. “Is this how you did it?” she taunted, grinding deeper. “You swallowed him all the way like this?”

Eunha tried to shake her head, but the girl with short hair held her jaw tightly, keeping her throat wrapped around the dildo, and her body jerked with each passing second that she was trapped.

“Tell us—did SinB and Umji know what you were doing back there? Or were you too busy deepthroating his dick to care?”

Her friend laughed and grabbed another dildo from somewhere on the stage, then dragged it across Eunha’s folds, coating it in the fresh wetness leaking from her exposed pussy before circling the flared tip around her other hole.

“And then what happened next?” she asked, circling her entrance. “Did you let him fuck you in the ass too? I bet you did, huh? You bent over and begged for it, didn’t you?”

With a wet pop, Eunha pulled her mouth free from the strap-on, gasping for breath, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to the glistening toy. “No! I didn’t—”

Her words cut off in a sharp yelp as the girl named Jinah’s hand cracked down on her ass; the slap echoed through the room as her flesh jiggled to the force.

"Don't fucking lie to us!" Jinah barked, spanking her again, harder, the impact forcing Eunha’s hips to buck forward involuntarily.

“We didn’t do that! I swear!” Eunha cried, shaking her head frantically.

“So he just used your greedy little pussy then?” the girl with the strap on said, smearing Eunha’s own spit all over her face like lotion.

“Y-yes—just… my pussy…” Eunha whimpered, voice almost breaking.

“Tell us everything.” She slapped her ass again. “Tell us how you fucked him. In detail.”

“I’m sorry, please just forgive me—I truly didn’t know!”

She grabbed Eunha’s chin, forcing her to be still. “Tell us!”

“He told me that he was a big fan—” Eunha confessed, moaning loudly to every smack. “And that—I was his favorite since Gfriend—”

“That’s it?” the girl scoffed, twisting the dildo against her hole. “That’s all it takes to fuck a slutty C-list idol like you?”

“No… then he kissed me… with his tongue… and whispered that he knew my King… that it was okay…”

“And then you let him fuck you?”

“Y-yes…”

“And you liked it!”

“I didn’t know he had a girlfriend—please—” Eunha yelped as the dildo slowly started to enter her. “Wait—please don’t!”

“If he didn’t fuck your asshole, then I will—”

“Enough.” A deep, authoritative voice boomed from the shadows of the throne of Hearts. “We fold.”

The girls froze instantly. One of them still had her hand gripping the dildo’s base where it hovered above Eunha’s ass—her face as guilty as a child caught reaching for a cookie jar.

“Already?” she asked disappointedly, snickering as she slowly withdrew it.

He stepped closer into the light. His mask was a matte red masterpiece, an intricate web of hearts that looked a lot like a traditional Japanese painting.

“I let you play your sick game long enough,” he said. “My angels aren’t your personal playthings.”

“Angel?” she scoffed, wiping her hand on her dress. “She’s a boyfriend-stealing cunt—”

“Mind your tongue,” he warned. “Go clean up and get back to your seat. The round’s over.”

“Pfft, Hearts are always so soft…” they muttered to each other, backing away. “Come on, let’s go.”

The crowd went silent. The laughter died in their throats, smiles wiped from their faces.

The King of Hearts reached for a soft towel from an attendant and draped it over Eunha’s quivering body, shielding her from both the stares of the audience and the sneers of the heiresses. “Are you okay, my love?” he whispered.

She nodded weakly, collapsing into him as he scooped her up into his arms. He cradled her against his chest like she was a fragile piece of treasure he had almost lost.

“I’m sorry for not folding earlier,” she whimpered. “I wanted to make our House proud.”

“You did so well,” he said, kissing her gently on her forehead. “Thank you for always trying your best.”

She buried her face in his shoulder as he carried her off the stage, into the protective shadows of the throne.

“Tsk tsk tsk... our first Fold of the night,” the Dealer announced from the center ring, his voice smooth and theatrical as the audience buzzed with murmurs and scattered applause. “Folks, let this serve as a stark reminder: treat our precious Aces with the respect they deserve—especially those from the precious House of Hearts. Now—let us take a short break before we return to the second half of the second round!”

The next ten minutes felt like an eternity from the back of the stage.

Guests leaned over their tables, whispering behind glasses of high-end whisky and champagne flutes, gossiping and dissecting what they had just witnessed.

“The second round is already so intense this year,” a man murmured near the front, swirling his drink. “You’ve gotta give it to that Hearts girl, she really took it like a champ.”

“The King of Hearts is a pathetic loser as usual,” his partner laughed, though her eyes were still wide. “But I suppose that’s what makes the Hearts so fun to break.”

“If you ask me, pathetic is having a boyfriend who cheats on you and then paying millions to humiliate the poor girl instead.”

“Wait—I thought they were roleplaying?” another table asked.

“Were they? I missed the beginning.”

“That other guy though… he made his wife watch the whole time.”

Someone laughed. “I’m pretty sure they didn’t plan it to be that way. That Diamonds girl was just too much for them.”

“That’s the point, isn’t it? If you can’t handle the heat, just don’t bid on a Diamond—unless you want to just play Jacks.”

The tension from the two stages still hung in the air, but the Dealer didn’t let it settle—he clapped his hands once, letting the sharp crack reset the room’s rhythm like a whip.

“Let us continue, my lovely patrons!” He spread his arms wide, pivoting on his heel to face the next quadrant. “Now… I know the last two stages were filled with rather heavy emotions, but fear not—our two remaining Houses are known to be a bit more… physical.”

A round of applause picked the energy of the room back up immediately.

“Ladies, and gentlemen! Please welcome the Red Ace of Clubs—Yoohyeon of Dreamcatcher!”

The screen behind him flashed—a blinding white club pulsing against the darkness.

“Charismatic, talented, dangerous in all the right ways… Our lovely Yoohyeon is a true veteran, one of the longest standing Aces in our Auction’s history, as this will be her sixth Blackjack Auction.” He paced the edge of the spotlight, voice booming through the room. “Might I add… this is truly a very impressive feat for the House of Clubs, notorious for their sky-high standards and rotating their members regularly…”

Yoohyeon stepped forward into the light, moving with an easy, practiced grace that made the other girls before her look like amateurs. The velvet blindfold complemented her pretty plump lips, and the red collar shimmered under the light like a well-deserved trophy.

“My dear,” the Dealer purred, leaning in. “Do you have words for these—both new and familiar—faces?”

Yoohyeon smiled knowingly—as if she knew exactly what the room wanted because she’d given it to them so many times before.

“For those whom I’ve met before, I’m glad we can enjoy another night together,” she started, her voice smooth and confident. “And for any newcomers—please let me show you the pride of the House of Clubs.”

She bit her lower lip just enough to draw every eye to her mouth. Half of the audience erupted into cheers; it wasn’t polite applause—it was a roar.

“Blowbang Queen Kim Yoohyeon!” a voice hollered, followed by a chorus of whistles and table-slapping approval.

“Let’s go Clubs!” someone shouted from the back, punching the air. “Show these amateurs how it’s done!”

The Dealer chuckled, clearly pleased, feeding the frenzy with a small wave of his gloved hand. “My my, you’ve got quite the fanbase this year. The House of Clubs is certainly lucky to have such a long running superstar.” He snapped his attention back to the crowd, eyes gleaming behind his mask. “Now—let’s see the results!”

BIDDING OVER Yoohyeon ♣ Results: [Team 4] 6 + 6 + 7 + 6 = 25 pts [Team 5] 7 + 7 + 7 + 8 = 29 pts (Winner!) [Team 7] 7 + 6 + 7 + 6 = 26 pts [Team 8] 5 + 5 + 6 + 6 = 22 pts Total points: 102 (₩1,020,000,000) Team 5 x Yoohyeon: x4 Jack x2 King (+80) 182 (₩1,820,000,000)

“Oh my…” The Dealer’s eyes widened behind his mask as the numbers tallied on the screen. “Four Jacks… and two Kings, a very traditional combo for those who wish to indulge in the most filthy kinds of fun.”

He let out a low whistle as the crowd grew even rowdier, sweeping his arm toward the stage with a flourish. “My dear, I know you’re ready, so without further ado, please step up on the stage, stand-in Kings!”

Yoohyeon’s lips curled like that of a willing prey as the two Jacks from Natty’s round re-entered the stage along with two new faces. As expected, they were both also foreigners, built like professional athletes, and easily as tall, if not taller than the others. The spotlight carved out every ridge of their chiseled frames, highlighting the muscles that flexed with each step as they moved with the shared arrogance of men who believed they were the main event.

“Hey baby,” one of them purred, hand already reaching out to claim her waist. “Long time no see. You’re still as fine as ever.”

Yoohyeon giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Did you miss me?”

“Absolutely, baby, these new Aces don’t compa—”

She didn’t hesitate, crashing her lips against his in a sloppy, wet kiss that echoed through the speakers. The other three immediately closed in like a pack of wolves, hands roaming every inch of her body. Sharp, stinging slaps rang out as they took turns smacking her ass, cutting through the low roar of the crowd.

“Mmm, you’re so big,” she gasped, stroking one of them almost worshipfully. “It’s been a while since I’ve got to play with you.”

He bit his lip, grabbing a handful of her cheeks in his large hands. “This ass is a work of art.”

“Easily the best ass in this House.”

“Pfft, best ass amongst any House. Look at this—it’s fucking perfect.”

Her body arched into their touch as they playfully spanked and kneaded her ass, letting the plump softness jiggle and redden in their massive hands.

“Don’t make me wait another year,” he said, guiding her head down. “Show me how much you miss this dick.”

She sank to her knees obediently, her mouth stretching wide to engulf his thick, throbbing cock while her hands worked the other two, pumping them in a slow, wet rhythm. The sight was primal—like she was purposely demonstrating to everyone exactly why she belonged there.

“The chemistry! The expertise! The sheer, undeniable confidence! Truly the mark of a legend!” The Dealer paused, letting the applause wash over the stage before clapping his hands once, sharp and final. “But let us not linger too long in the House of Clubs, tempting as it may be—for we must turn our eyes to the final stage of this round first!”

The guests didn’t even wait for the introduction; the energy shifted instantly, snapping from rowdy lust into something darker, heavier—even more carnal.

A tall, slender girl slowly stood from the shadows. Her silhouette cut through the smoke-filled air, each sway of her hips carrying her closer to the front of the Spades’ stage in a rhythm that silenced the nearest tables and slowed time itself—almost stopping even my own breath.

“Spades! Spades! Spades!” the crowd began to chant, a drunken, rhythmic roar that made the floorboards vibrate.

“Oh my,” the Dealer chuckled, bathing in all the tension. “It would seem that you all know exactly what—or who—is coming.”

“Yuna! Spades Princess Shin Yuna! Yuna! Yuna!”

He stood at the center of the stage, arms spread wide, embracing the chaos. “That’s right, ladies and gentlemen! It is my absolute pleasure to present to you, the White Ace of Spades—the drop-dead gorgeous princess—Yuna of ITZY!”

The room exploded like fireworks.

Yuna stepped fully into the spotlight, appearing almost ethereal. Her perfect figure looked like it was molded by the heavens themselves, exerting a captivating dominance that could only be found in the House of Spades.

“Shattering expectations last year during her debut as the Pink Ace of Spades, Yuna has since been promoted to White, and folks, let me tell you… the House of Spades takes their training very seriously, so don’t expect her to be the same woman.” He turned to her, his mask glinting under the harsh spotlights like it had excitement of its own. “Any words, my dear?”

Yuna giggled, the sound light and airy—almost angelic. “Hi everyone,” she said simply.

The crowd fell into immediate silence, the low hum of conversation dying mid-breath as every ear turned toward her.

“I’m Yuna,” she continued. “I had a lot of fun last year. Let’s make even more memories tonight.”

“Indeed, I’m sure our patrons will be expecting fun,” the Dealer said, leaning in. “But what exactly should we expect to see tonight, Princess Yuna?”

She tilted her head, a playful smile curling her thin lips. “Tonight we’ll do a speed-run. Let me show you all… what the House of Spades is all about.”

“A speed-run!” he exclaimed, feigning shock. “How very exciting! A most famous trademark of the incredible Spades! Don’t make us wait, show us who the lucky winners are!”

BIDDING OVER Yuna ♠ Results: [Team 1] 7 + 8 + 9 + 8 = 32 pts [Team 2] 🅹 (Winner!) [Team 3] 8 + 9 + 9 + 8 = 33 pts [Team 6] 7 + 8 + 7 + 8 = 30 pts [Team 7] 8 + 8 + 8 + 8 = 32 pts [Team 8] 7 + 8 + 8 + 8 = 31 pts Total points: 158 + 🅹 (₩1,880,000,000)

The room suddenly fell completely silent as the screen flickered behind the Dealer. The numbers didn’t just climb—they jumped, flashing a symbol that hadn’t been shown before.

“Oh my…” The Dealer’s voice dropped, both hushed and delighted. “Ladies and gentlemen, it would appear that the first Joker of the night has already made its way out.”

“Already?” someone yelled from their seat. “It’s only the second round!”

“We should’ve known, it’s fucking Yuna for God’s sake!” another man shouted, throwing his hands up in defeat. “I told you fools—goddammit!”

“That’s insane! Who uses a Joker this early?”

“Now now, my dear gamblers…” The Dealer raised both hands, quieting the storm. “All is fair in love and war… and this is certainly both. Let us see how much more massive this pot will get.”

Team 2 x Yuna: x4 Jack x2 King (+80) 268 (₩2,680,000,000)

“…Unbelievable. Absolutely astounding…”

Even the Dealer sounded genuinely stunned. He shook his head, looking up at the scoreboard where the numbers glowed like a high score on a slot machine.

“There you have it folks… Another four Jacks and two Kings combo… Nearly 300 points in the second round,” he said, his voice practically vibrating with glee. “We’re witnessing history tonight. Nothing less than expected from the House of Spades.”

Murmurs of disbelief spread like wildfire, a mix of awe and annoyance rippling through the tables. But something in my bones tingled and burned like a flame igniting.

Four Jacks. That means—

Someone suddenly nudged me from behind. “You’re up.”

My vision blurred, even from the light impact. The edges of the room were starting to smear, lights trailing like comets whenever I moved my head. Whatever was in those pills was quickly taking over—rewiring my nerves, turning down the volume on my panic and cranking up something else entirely—something I didn’t even know existed inside me.

I dragged myself to my feet. The movement felt distant, like I was piloting a machine instead of moving my own body. The cold air hit my completely exposed flesh instantly, raising goosebumps that had nothing to do with the temperature.

Beside me, three other Jacks also rose from the mat. We moved as a unit, and the collar on my neck felt like it was tightening, growing heavier with every step I took toward the front of the stage. I was somehow aware enough to realize that to my left was the annoying smug Jack from Minju’s round and Wonyoung’s video. If my body didn’t feel so paralyzed, if my mind wasn’t swimming in this thick, chemical haze, I would’ve wanted to sink my fist into his face until that smirk disappeared forever.

But instead, I felt so calm—zen, even. The rage was still there, but it felt suppressed—trapped underneath a panel of glass.

We stopped at the edge of the spotlight. From the corner of my eye, I could see Sora cover her mouth in shock at the sight of me, jumping up from her seat before John and his wife gently pulled her down. They were all still there, faces plastered with shock and confusion even beneath the heavy gold masks.

But I couldn’t even feel embarrassed. I didn’t have anything left in me to feel ashamed that they could see my bare body beneath this leather collar. The world just felt so foggy and uninteresting. I only cared about one thing, and it was standing right before me in white.

Yuna ripped her blindfold off in one smooth motion and tossed it squarely onto the face of the Jack to my right. He caught it like a bouquet, holding it worshipfully in his hands, almost like they were a pair of panties instead of a piece of fabric covering her eyes.

I tried to anchor my eyes to hers, but gravity betrayed me. My gaze slipped, drawn helplessly down the sculpted lines of her ridiculous figure. I’d never seen anything like it up close—the narrowing of her waist into the fullness of her hips, the perfect length and shape of her legs, the defined edges of her collarbones and shoulders, and the soft, steady lift of her chest as she breathed.

She stood there unfazed, blinking against the harsh light, looking us over like we were products at a market.

“Most of you look new,” she said, scanning our faces one by one.

Her gaze slid past the others, seeming almost bored—until it landed on me.

It stopped there.

Something inside of me shifted like her eyes had some kind of invisible lasso pulling my soul towards her. She stared intently, lingering almost a little too long before she finally looked away.

The two new stand-in Kings from Table Two walked onto the stage with the same commanding confidence as the one who had claimed Minju earlier—shoulders back, chins high, masks glinting like they were born wearing them, moving like they owned the floor beneath their feet no matter where they were.

“Masters.” Yuna smiled, offering a submissive bow. “It’s an honor to serve you tonight.”

“You’re as beautiful as ever, Yuna,” one of them said, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her fingers. “Tell us what this speed-run of yours is all about.”

She giggled and straightened her posture. “Oh, it’s really simple. I do my best to make you all finish as fast as I can.”

“Were you perhaps inspired by Jang Wonyoung’s shocking performance last year?” the other asked, amused.

Her smile sharpened into a smirk. “I don’t expect to beat Wonnie’s time,” she said, but there was definitely a flicker of something competitive in her eyes. “I just want to see for myself how I’d do.”

“This will be interesting,” the smug Jack next to me muttered under his breath. “We get to fuck Yuna and she has to try and make us come as fast as she can. I heard her pussy feels unreal—it’s a win-win if you ask me.”

Yuna’s head immediately snapped toward him. “What did you just call me?”

The Jack froze. “Shit—sorry—”

She reached out and hooked a finger into his collar, yanking him forward. “Know your place, Jack,” she said, her voice dropping a whole octave.

“Y-yes, ma’am—”

“I said,” she repeated, shoving him backward with surprising force. “Know your place.”

He stumbled and fell to the floor in confusion, looking up at her with wide eyes. “What’s my place?”

“Beneath me.” She held a hand out toward the shadows, and an attendant materialized with a velvet tray. “Have you taken one already?” she asked, crouching over him.

“I did, last round—”

Before he could finish, she slipped a blue pill past his lips, and covered them with her palm.

“Don’t worry,” she said, tossing a couple into her own mouth, gulping them casually. “I’m fair. One for you, two for me. Let’s see who lives and who dies.”

He swallowed instinctively. “Wait, hold on—”

But she didn’t wait. She climbed over him, crashing her bare, beautiful folds down over his mouth to silence him. Her hand went straight to his already rock-hard cock, stroking it with a fast, merciless rhythm.

“Let’s make an example out of you since you like to talk big,” she said, spitting on his shaft. “Fuck me? You think you’ll get that far?”

He couldn’t respond. She rolled her hips on his face, grinding down possessively, forcing him to inhale and taste nothing but her.

I swallowed, hands violently trembling as my body desperately begged me to trade places with him.

“I doubt that pill will even have time to settle.” Her hand pumped him with a brutal speed that left no room for true pleasure.

His body twitched and tangled beneath her as she dove her head lower, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock. Her throat swallowed the tip, then the shaft, taking him all the way in until her nose brushed his stomach.

“Mmph! Mmmmmph!” His hands came up, desperately gripping her hips as if he couldn’t figure out if he wanted to pull her closer or push her away.

For a long moment, there were only the sounds of her throat gurgling through the silence—while his muffled moans barely escaped from under her pussy.

“Yuna—wait! You’re—” he gasped the second she pulled back for air.

“Yuna? Again?” she growled, eyes flashing.

She squeezed his shaft so hard his knuckles turned white on her hips, pumping him rougher, faster.

“White! I mean White!” he cried, panic cracking his voice. “Fuck—you’re fucking crazy—”

She lifted her upper body, pushing all her weight down onto his face as she ground against his nose and mouth, her hand blurring as she stroked him furiously.

“You’re coming,” she stated—not a question, but a command. “In three… two…”

“Oh, fuck—”

Exactly as she counted down, his body arched like he was possessed. Thick spurts of cum flew out of his cock, shooting into the air like a geyser before splashing onto the polished floor.

“Let it all out,” she said, still jerking him past his climax. “Every last drop.”

“Stop—stop—no more—” His body trembled beneath her, spasming in aftershocks as she continued to grind out the next few seconds, using his face for her own pleasure until she was satisfied.

“Fuck…” another Jack muttered under his breath. “We’re gonna die.”

“I’ve experienced this before during practice,” another whispered. “Couldn’t last more than 30 seconds, especially with those blue pills.”

“What? The blue pills don’t make you finish faster, though. Is she really that good? I’ve never been assigned to her before.”

“If you’ve only ever worked with Pink, consider this your burial.”

A proud smile returned to Yuna’s face as she stood up, leaving the Jack gasping and broken on the floor.

“Sorry, Masters,” she said, wiping her hands on a towel handed to her by an attendant. “I hate it when filth forget what they are.”

“You’re very impressive, White,” one of the Kings said, clearly entertained. He looked down at the mess on the floor and then back at her, eyes gleaming with admiration. “That was less than a minute.”

She chuckled, stepping toward him with a sway in her hips that was pure confidence. “Please call me Yuna,” she purred, slipping two pills into his mouth, letting her thumb graze his lower lip. “Only Jacks should be calling us by our colors.”

He reached out, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand, gentle despite the chaos around them. “Shin Yuna,” he repeated, savoring the name as he swallowed. “You’re my little angel for the next half an hour.”

“Ooh, you’re so ambitious, Master…” she said, her hands moving to his waist, and the buckle of his belt clicked open with a practiced snap. “Tell me—what drives you crazy?”

He paused for a moment, cupping her ass with his palms. “I love a good little slave,” he said, his voice dropping low.

“Then I’ll be the best slave you’ve ever had.” She smiled and dropped to her knees, as if her body instinctively understood how to serve and obey.

“Oh?” the other King said, already unzipping his own pants. “But I heard blowjobs weren’t your specialty.”

“Please don’t underestimate me,” she cooed, glancing up at them with parted lips and eyes that held a perfect mix of innocence and venom. “I might not be Wonnie, but I’m still an Ace of Spades. Let me help you understand what that means.”

My head felt like it was floating. The scene in front of me was sharpening and blurring at the same time—colors too bright, sounds too loud. I blinked hard, trying to steady myself, and my gaze somehow drifted back to the Clubs’ stage.

Yoohyeon faced away from the stand-in King, her back arched as she repeatedly lowered herself onto his thick cock. She rolled her hips in a slow, teasing grind, lifting up until just the tip remained inside, then slamming down hard, her cheeks rippling with each impact as their skin slapped together in wet, rhythmic echoes that filled the air.

Five men surrounded them—four foreigner Jacks and a single stand-in King who might’ve been Japanese. Her fingers were wrapped around two cocks at a time, stroking from base to tip with firm, twisting pulls while they all took turns fucking her throat with brutal pumps. As soon as one pulled back with a wet pop, another slid right in, stretching her lips wide around their girth. Her hands kept pumping the others, fingers wet with pre-cum and her own saliva, twisting at the heads to draw out even more juices that she smeared down the long lengths.

Time stopped feeling linear.

My vision swam, the lights fracturing into prisms that danced across everyone’s sweat-glistened skin. It was like watching through warped glass—everything was too vivid, but at the same time, indistinguishable. I held onto the floor for balance as the scenes bled into each other in my mind.

“That’s it baby, take all of it, deep in that little throat.”

The men rotated again, two more shoving into her hands as she opened wide for the next, her tongue flicking out before she engulfed it all, sucking on their cocks greedily.

Something pulled my eyes back to Yuna.

The King behind her pounded into her with deep, careful strokes, each thrust pushing her mouth further down the other King’s cock. She swallowed all of him effortlessly while drool leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the floor in shiny puddles.

“Oh my god, this pussy—why does it feel so good?” he groaned, gripping onto her waist like it was the only thing grounding him to reality.

“Fuck me to your heart’s content, Master… I’m your little pussy-slave for as long as you can hold it…” Yuna’s eyes fluttered as she rocked between them while my own pulse rang loudly in my ears, making every moan feel like it was vibrating through my skull like Krystal’s voice.

“Fuck, let’s switch, I want to feel it too,” the other King said, even though his body was ready to give up from the way her mouth and hands worked his shaft.

“No—I wanna come like this!”

“You selfish asshole—you can’t hog her pussy for yourself—”

“Don’t fight over me, Masters,” she moaned, frantically slurping the length of the cock before her. “There’s enough of me to go around.”

The two men shoved at each other’s shoulders, their hips still locked in rhythm with the sway of her body. The one behind her tightened his fingers into her hips, pulling her back harder against him, while sweat beaded on his forehead. His breaths came in ragged bursts as he ignored the other’s demands, burying himself deeper into her like it was all that mattered.

Yuna pulled her mouth off the front King’s throbbing shaft with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening tip. She twisted her head to glare over her shoulder at the man rutting into her from behind, her voice husky and commanding amid the haze clouding my vision.

“You’re lasting longer than I expected,” she said. “Is my pussy not as good as you thought?”

“No—it’s so good, Yuna—you’re so tight and wet—you’re so perfect.”

“Your cock is filling me all the way,” she moaned, spreading the wetness all over the other’s cock. “I can feel every inch of you inside me.”

“I’m gonna come soon,” the one behind her growled. “I can’t hold much longer.”

“Just don’t come inside me,” she begged. “Cover my skin with your cum, instead, okay?”

The rear King snarled in response, his hands sliding up her hair as he clenched a fistful while he slammed forward harder than before. “I wanna come inside of you, slave.”

He leaned over her back, forcing her chest down toward the other man’s lap, trying to pin her in place while his cock hammered into her sopping entrance, veins pulsing against her inner folds. The front King grabbed her hair, yanking her head back toward his dick.

“You’re so silly, Master.” In a swift motion, Yuna wrenched herself free from the choking grip, her pussy releasing the rear King’s shaft with a slick slide that left him groaning in frustration. “You don’t make the rules around here.”

“Come back here—”

“You see… the thing about control is that…” She spun around on her knees, facing both of them now, her hands wrapping around their drenched cocks in firm strokes. “The person who has more to offer… always wins.”

“Oh, fuck—” The men towered over her, hips bucking involuntarily into her grasp, their arguments forgotten in the building pressure.

“I’m gonna come—”

“Me too—she’s so fucking good—I’m coming—”

“Of course you are.” Yuna’s strokes quickened, her thumbs pressing into the slits, her mouth opening wide as she aimed their cocks toward her waiting lips and heaving breasts. “Give me everything, Masters.”

There was a loud choking sound, and thick waves of cum immediately erupted from the first King, splattering across her tongue and chin while the other’s landed on her chest in sticky trails that dripped down her nipples. She milked them dry with deliberate squeezes, swallowing what hit her mouth while the rest painted her skin in glistening white, her eyes locked on theirs with a triumphant smirk amid the lingering fog in my head.

“Three down,” she said, giggling as she planted little kisses on their shafts. “Three more to go.”

I blinked, and Yoohyeon was in a frenzy now, face buried between a Jack’s cheeks before another slipped his cock back into her mouth, fighting each other for her mouth—all while the two Kings beneath her took turns hammering upward while her juices glistened over her other hole.

“Hurry! Come in my mouth!” she begged between sucks, voice hoarse. “I want to taste all of you!”

The lights pulsed like heartbeats in my skull, dragging my gaze to where Yuna seamlessly sank down onto a Jack’s length like the timeline of a movie had skipped, while the other stepped up on command, fisting his shaft as she leaned forward, mouth opening wide to take him in.

“Oh, fuck! She’s so warm and tight!”

“I’ve never felt anything like this, holy shit…”

The haze pulled me even deeper, fragments of Yuna’s silhouette flickering like little shadows dancing.

She knelt before one Jack. Her lips slid along his length, tongue pressing flat against him. Behind her, the other Jack gripped her hips, his mouth pressing deep between her cheeks.

The overload hit me like a wave, scenes overlapping in my foggy brain—Yuna’s delirium blending with Yoohyeon’s satisfaction, bodies writhing together under the strobing lights. I fell to the ground, but even then, it was impossible to look away from either storm of twisted, demented lust.

The scene shifted in a blur of motion—Yuna twisting to lie atop the second Jack, her thighs framing his face as he lapped at her now dripping folds with eager strokes, his hands guiding her down. She leaned forward, mouth enveloping the other Jack’s shaft in wet suction, alternating with quick shifts to the one beneath, sucking one then the other in turn—lips gliding, tongue swirling—while her hips rocked against the warmth below. Their groans mingled with her muffled gasps, the intensity building in the pulsing lights, crashing through my veins like a distant storm.

I closed my eyes, letting the world pass me by. There were only cries of pleasure and the wet slapping of flesh on skin ringing in my ears—until she was somehow right in front of me.

“I saved you for last,” Yuna murmured, crawling across the floor toward me on all fours, skin glistening with a layer of sweat.

“W-what? Why?” I stammered, my heart pounding as her eyes locked onto mine.

“Because you’re cute,” she purred, her lips curling into a predatory smile as she sank her teeth into her lower lip. “You’re the cutest Jack I’ve ever met. I think I might have a crush on you already.”

“Yuna, wait—I’m not who you think—”

She tilted her head like a lioness ready to kill. “Yuna?”

“Sorry, I mean White—”

“I forgive you,” she said, giggling erratically like the drugs had already taken over her body. “You’re so adorable, you can call me whatever the hell you want as long as you fuck me until we both pass out.”

She wasted no time, lunging forward, lips parting wide to engulf my cock in one swift motion.

“W-wait!” I cried, but my words had been a few seconds too late.

It was like a jolt of electricity ran up my spine. The moment her tongue touched my flesh, the earth felt like it had stopped spinning. Every cell in my body cried for help, just before completely surrendering to a devastating pleasure no one was ever meant to feel.

“Mm… such a good size… plus you’re nice and yummy too,” she murmured between slurps, popping off just long enough to stroke me with both hands, twisting firmly before diving back in. “I want you as my personal Jack.”

“Yuna… holy—”

She bobbed her head faster, taking me deeper with each sloppy plunge like she was starving. I felt every detail—every movement of the saliva dripping down my shaft as the overwhelming pleasure shot straight to my core, every flick of her tongue against my skin, and every soft press of her lips against my flesh.

I gripped her hair—not for control, but for salvation. “Oh my god—” I groaned, but she only sucked harder, her white glittery nails digging into my thighs—and even that felt orgasmic.

Before I could even brace myself, I’d already exploded inside her mouth, shooting down her throat with a choked cry. Every wave felt endless, and she swallowed every pulse, milking me dry with her lips sealed around the base, tongue lapping up the overflow that escaped her mouth.

“More,” she whispered, pulling off with a wet gasp, streaks of cum leaking out the side of her mouth. “Forget the timer, I’m not done with you.”

She lunged forward again, swinging a leg over my hips to straddle me, her dripping pussy hovering just above my still throbbing cock that somehow seemed unfazed by the climax.

“Let’s take some more,” she giggled, scooping up a cluster of blue and purple tabs from the bowl on the floor and pressing them between our lips. “I want to savor you.”

“Wait—” I gasped, but my protests quickly melted as warmth spread through my chest. “I’m actually Wonyoung’s boyfriend, I’m not supposed to be here.”

“Wonnie?” she whispered back, already rubbing her folds against my length. “You’re her boyfriend?”

I nodded frantically. “Yes. I came to help her, but they—”

“How exciting.” Her eyes widened, a spark of twisted delight flashing across her face. She tangled her fingers in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my neck. “I’ve always wanted to ruin something that belonged to Wonnie.”

“W-what do you mean?” I asked, as her lips crashed onto my collarbones, all the way up to my ear. “No, you’re not thinking straight—”

Before I could finish, she impaled herself on my cock, swallowing me whole in one smooth descent. Her walls clenched around my length, forcibly dragging a moan from deep in my chest. The sensation broke everything I knew about pleasure—like plunging into liquid fire that completely rewired my brain.

“Oh my god,” I groaned, my head snapping back against the floor as stars exploded behind my eyelids. “Yuna—you feel—what on earth—”

“I want you to be mine,” she hummed, pressing her forehead against mine while staring directly into my eyes, perhaps far past my soul. “I want you to be my plaything forever.”

“No, I can’t—I’m—aah!”

“Are you sure? You’re saying no, but your eyeballs are malfunctioning,” she giggled again, almost choking on her words. “Come on—say yes, you can have my pussy forever too. Wouldn’t you love that?”

“Yuna—you’re so tight—I can feel every—god, what’s happening—”

“You can come inside me,” she breathed against my skin, her mouth latching onto my neck with a sharp suck that left a blooming mark. “I’ll allow it since you’re Wonnie’s.”

“This is wrong—” I exhaled, my mind and body betraying every part of my soul.

“Is it?” She rolled her hips in a slow, torturous grind, her clit rubbing against my pelvis while her pussy milked my shaft with rhythmic squeezes. “Then why does it feel so good?”

“Wonyoung is right there—” I cried as her juices leaked out, soaking us both.

“She has a blindfold on.”

“What if she hears us?”

“Then shh…” she hissed, nails digging into my scalp as she leaned in close, her breath hot on my ear. “Don’t let her know how good my pussy feels. Don’t let her hear you beg me for more. Don’t let her hear the way you moan my name like I’m the only girl in the world.”

I clamped my mouth shut, shaking my head, but the drugs amplified every slide of her pussy along my length, shattering any resolve I had left.

“You’re squeezing me so hard,” I whimpered, words spilling out. “It feels so good.”

“You do know this is my specialty, right? I have—”

“The best pussy ever,” I finished for her, burying my face into her neck, letting the scent of her body completely fill me up.

Yuna arched her back, lifting her arms high above her head, fingers tangling in her own sweat-dampened hair to pull it up and away to expose more of herself for me. A deep, throaty moan escaped her lips as she exposed the smooth, glistening hollows of her underarms.

The sight pulled me under like a spell. I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to trace the skin of one side, then the other, licking and sucking the warmth with slow, worshipful strokes. Her intoxicating sweat flooded my senses, making my cock pulse harder inside her clenching heat.

“Oh—wow—” she cried, her body arching even further as I reached for her wrists, pinning them behind her head. “You have a nice tongue, too.”

My free hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. “You’re a bad girl, Yuna.”

“Yes, I’m a bad girl, Master,” she gasped, eyes fluttering as I started pumping into her from below, holding her arms behind me while gripping her neck with my other hand. “Bad girls deserve—”

“To be punished,” I cut her off, squeezing tighter, forcing her walls to react the same way.

My body no longer belonged to me. I gently shoved her shoulders back until she toppled backwards onto the cool floor with a gasp. Her legs splayed open instinctively, thighs quivering as I gripped her ankles and yanked them wide, exposing her breathtakingly beautiful folds completely.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” I confessed, feeling my vision blur into colored lights. “You’re literally perfect.”

“You like me too, don’t you? You want to be my mine, right?”

I drove my hips forward, slamming my cock deep into her drenched hole with heavy thrusts, the wet slap echoing through the dim room. She cried out, nails scraping the floor as I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder.

“Say my name!” she moaned, her voice now a needy whine as her breasts heaved against my chest. “Say it!”

“Yuna,” I grunted, fucking her even harder. “Yuna. You feel so good, Yuna.”

I continued fucking her like my body didn’t belong to me anymore. She wrapped her legs tighter around my waist, pulling me in, her nails digging into my back as I pounded into her. Sweat covered both of our bodies, almost intensifying the heat between us, and I gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, watching her face contort in bliss.

“You’re gonna make me come again, Master,” she panted, her eyes rolling back as the the tip of my cock slammed into her spot, sending shivers through her body.

My grip tightened on her neck, feeling her pulse race under my fingers. “Come,” I grunted. “Come for me, Yuna.”

“I want you to come inside me,” she begged, her walls fluttering wildly around me. “Fill me with your seed in front of Wonnie.”

My hands cupped her jaw, holding her firmly in place. “You’re so bad—”

“I don’t care!” she cried, clenching down to drag me closer to oblivion. “I’m a bad girl—I want it. Paint my insides with your cum, Master.”

My mouth latched onto her toes, swirling around her soft skin while I pounded into her relentlessly, each thrust stretched her walls around my throbbing length as her warm juices coated every inch of my flesh.

“Please—more—I’m coming—” she begged, her voice a wrecked whine, hips bucking up to meet my rhythm. “Your cock feels so good—it fills me so perfectly—it was made for me—”

“You’re so fucking tight—it’s unreal—” My free hand pinned her other thigh down, fingers digging into the flesh as I rammed deeper, the drugs amplifying every clench and pulse until my vision blurred at the edges.

Her moans turned to screams, body convulsing as she clenched around me, pulling me toward the edge. “Please, please, please—don’t stop—”

The pressure built unbearably as my body started thrusting erratically against my will. Before I could even process it, cum already flooded her insides.

Her back arched upwards, dragging my body with her. “Oh my god—I feel your cum everywhere, it’s so hot inside me—”

I emptied into her, wave after wave in a terrifyingly earth-shattering climax, her walls still milking every last drop as I collapsed forward over her heaving body.

The world started fading to black, and there was nothing I could do to fight it.

“Oh my,” the Dealer’s voice blended into the void. “Those two really gave us one hell of a performance, didn’t they, folks?”

Through the darkness, I felt her mouth descending eagerly on my shaft, lips wrapping around the base to suck and lick clean the mix of our fluids. Her tongue swirled around me desperately, drawing out the last remnants of my essence with wet, slurping sounds, until strong hands—perhaps attendants or guards, faceless in the haze—yanked us apart, separating our tangled bodies with firm pulls.

“No! I’m not done! I want him!” her high-pitched voice echoed in my ear.

“Miss Yuna, the round is over—”

“No! I want his cock! Let go! Let me go! I want more! Give him to me! I want him! I want to come again! No! Please!” she screamed, as everything really went to black.

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When my eyes opened back up, the stage was even colder than before, like the room had finally decided to stop pretending to be something it wasn’t.

Guests rushed back to their seats in a blurred, restless wave, and a chaotic symphony of sounds filled the air—chairs scraping, glasses clinking, even the shuffling of masks being adjusted.

The Dealer paced across the spotlight like he couldn’t contain himself, shoes moving in impatient little clicks; his coat tails still swayed with every turn, like he was born under those lights and would die without them.

He brought a gloved hand to his chest and almost shivered. “Ladies and gentlemen… there has been a slight change of plans that many of you will find to be a real treat…” he said, almost giggling from excitement. “For our half-time show this year, we have quite the special guest…”

My body sank deeper into the padded floor, but it felt like I was lying on glass. The collar’s ring sat heavy against my throat, rising and falling with my breathing like a broken metronome I couldn’t turn off.

“Though it is her first Auction ever, she represents no House—no history, no allegiance, no past, no future. There’s only this present moment.”

The murmurs started instantly—little sparks of disbelief snapping through the audience. Gasps, whistles, even a laugh, like it was all some kind of sick joke.

I didn’t move. I didn’t even blink. My eyes stayed locked on the stage as if I looked away for even half a second, the truth would rearrange itself into everything I feared most.

“My lovely patrons…” His voice softened into a hush, like he was about to unveil the most sacred of relics. “It is my absolute pleasure to present to you…”

The spotlight narrowed. The rest of the stage fell away into darkness, and for a moment it looked like a single column of light in the middle of an ocean.

“A former Pink Ace of Clubs…”

No. Please no. God, please, not this. Anything but this.

“The beautiful, the charming, the irresistible, the remarkable…” He dragged it out, savoring every heartbeat he stole from the room. “An Yujin of IVE!”

The world went silent.

In the center of the light, a silhouette stepped forward—so painfully familiar that it made my chest fold inward. The shape of her shoulders that sheltered me through sleepless nights. The length of her legs that walked this cursed path with me. The softness of her waist that my arms once called home. And the way her hips held it all together like the sky cradling the stars.

There was a storm of applause—hands clapping, bodies standing, heads tilting.

But the only sound that made it through my ears was a scream—high, cracked, crushed, and full of terror. The kind of scream that didn’t belong in a place like this because it reminded everyone what a human voice sounded like.

“U-unnie? Unnie! Unnie, why are you here?!”

And just like that, my hearing came back all at once like someone had slammed my head underwater and yanked me out again.

“Let the bids… begin!”

End of Chapter 14.

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A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! <3 Sorry for the late update, life has been crazy! I hope you guys enjoyed this update, see you next time!

Jiheon is a beautiful student with a very lovely smile. But Jiheon really doesn't like school activities. He likes to disobey, doesn't do his homework, and teases the teachers. Until one day, a teacher named Mr. Y/n tried to punish her. He wanted to trap Jiheon in an empty room located in the corner of the school. "Jiheon, come to this room," Mr. Y/n ordered Jiheon. Jiheon already knew that she was likely to be punished, so she just followed what Mr. Y/n said.

Upon arriving in the room with Mr. Y/n, Jiheon was surprised because the room was very small and dark, with only a little light coming in thru the ventilation. She saw only a mattress lying in the corner of the room, and as she was observing the room, Mr. Y/n suddenly locked the door.

"What are you doing, sir?" Jiheon asked firmly. "You've caused a lot of trouble, Jiheon, I'm going to discipline you now," Mr. Y/n said. He slowly approached Jiheon, who tried to back away in fear until she finally tripped and fell onto the mattress. "You won't be able to run, you won't be able to scream, and if you decide to resist, something worse will happen," Mr. Y/n told Jiheon.

"Please, don't hurt me," Jiheon pled. "You won't get hurt if you obey me," Mr. Y/n replied. "Alright, I'll obey," Jiheon finally gave in.

"Take off all your clothes," he ordered Jiheon. "What does this mean?" Jiheon asked in confusion. "You agreed not to be harmed, so now obey my orders!!" He's yelling at Jihein now. Jiheon, already terrified, complied with what Mr. y/n asked. SlSlowlyshe unbuttoned her shirt one by one, revealing her red bra covering her beautiful breasts. After taking off her uniform, she slowly removed the skirt she was wearing. Jiheon's body is very beautiful, her breasts hidden beneath her bra are very prominent, and her underwear concealing her thighs makes Mr. Y/N eager to see them. Mr. y/n stared at Jiheon's body like a starving lion. Jiheon continued by unhooking her bra. Mr. Y/n was amazed by her breasts, which were perfectly sized, not too big and not too small. The cold air touching her skin made her nipples harden and stand up sharply. "You refused to take off your clothes earlier, but look, your nipples are already hard when you took off your bra," Mr. Y/n teased Jiheon. Hearing Mr. y/n's words made Jiheon embarrassed, but she had to continue taking off her underwear. Her vagina is no less beautiful than her breasts. Her vagina was pink and there was no thick hair covering it. "Wow, that's a beautiful vagina, there's only thin hair around it, it looks like you shave regularly," Mr. Y/N said to Jiheon.

"Stand up, Jiheon, and come closer to me," Mr. Y/n ordered. Jiheon, who was already naked, stood and approached Mr. Y/n, trembling with fear. Mr. y/n didn't waste any time, he immediately cupped Jiheon's breasts, licking them hungrily. Jiheon tried not to sigh, feeling Mr. Y/N's saliva and tongue all over her nipples and breasts made her feel embarrassed and disgusted. But her nipples and breasts were Jiheon's sensitive spots, and even tho she rejected Mr. Y/N's treatment of her, her body betrayed her. Her body began to feel pleasure from Mr. Y/N's stimulation, her vaginal juices started to flow, wetting her thighs, until finally she moaned, "ahh.”.

“Are you starting to like it?” Mr. Y/n asked her, but she just shook her head. Mr. Y/N's right hand didn't stay still; his hand moved down toward her pussy, brushing her clitoris. Jiheon is very sensitive to all the stimulate. Her mind were already out of control. Her right breast didn't stop being stimulated by Mr. Y/n mouth, her left breast was squeezed by Mr. Y/n's left hand, and finally, Mr. Y/n's right hand was busy teasing her pussy.

Jiheon's juice flowed out more and more, wetting her thighs. She can't think anymore. Without warning, Mr. Y/N inserted his middle and ring fingers into Jiheon's vagina. "AHH" Jiheon let out a rather loud moan when this happened. Mr. y/n released his mouth from Jiheon's breast and began to kiss Jiheon's mouth. “Do you like this now?”, "Tell me what you want," Mr. y/n asked between kisses. Jiheon still didn't want to answer Mr. y/n's question, so Mr. y/n finally stopped his finger from messing with Jiheon's vagina. "If you're not honest, I won't continue, and you'll be punished with a harsher sentence," Mr. y/n said. Jiheon should be grateful that Mr. Y/N didn't continue the embarrassing activity to herself. But his mind and body were already broken, and he wanted Mr. Y/n to continue his activities. "Please, continue, I want to cum," Jiheon said. "If you want to continue, you have to beg like a slut," Mr. Y/n said to Jiheon. Without hesitation, Jiheon said, "Continue, Mr. Y/n, I beg you, punish me for being a rebel, allow me to cum like a slut.”

Mr. y/n reinserted his middle and ring fingers into Jiheon's vagina. Moving it very quickly, it brought Jiheon pleasure and she moaned, "ahhh..... Ahhhh.... Ahhh." "Is this the spot?" Mr. Y/n asked. "Yes, right there," Jiheon replied with difficulty. Jiheon felt something strange, something she had never felt before. He had masturbated before and had sex several times, but this time it felt different. It felt like something was about to "explode" from inside her vagina. "Stop, please stop, I can't hold it, something's about to come out," Jiheon pled with Mr. y/n. "It's okay, don't fight it, just let it go and let it out," Mr. y/n replied to Jiheon. Mr. y/n didn't slow down the movement of his fingers inside Her pussy, and suddenly something happened. Jiheon's squirting is very strong. Her pussy gushed out water so fast, like a waterfall. Her eyes rolled back and her whole body shook violently. If Mr. Y/N hadn't held him, he would have definitely fallen to the floor. Jiheon felt her soul was in heaven for a moment.

"You were unconscious for 5 minutes and your pussy kept squirting non-stop," Mr. Y/N teased Jiheon. Hearing that, Jiheon's cheeks turned red. "Is this your first time?”, “You are truly beautiful and natural when you are squirting”. Mr. y/n praised Jiheon. Jiheon just nodded her head because her voice was gone from not being able to stop moaning. "I didn't know I could do that, it was truly amazing and pleasurable, thank you." Jiheon tried to speak in a hoarse voice. Mr. y/n just nodded his head. Before Jiheon could catch her breath, Mr. Y/N suddenly carried her toward the mattress. He placed her on the mattress and said, "On your knees," Mr. Y/N instructed Jiheon. Weakly, Jiheon tried to support her entire body with her knees. "Look at my pants, they're soaking wet because of you." Mr. Y/n stood in front of her, showing her his long pants that were wet from Jiheon's squirting. Mr. Y/n took off his long pants, leaving only his boxers. Jiheon could see something large behind his boxer. Jiheon brought his head and hands closer to the large bulge behind his boxer shorts. "That's very good, Jiheon. It seems I don't need to teach you how to say thank you anymore," Mr. Y/n said to her.

Jiheon pulled at his boxer shorts. His penis is very large, long, and veiny. That made Jiheon a little nervous, of course, this was the biggest penis Jiheon had ever seen. His penis is longer than her face, and even her fingers can't reach all the way around it. "Don't worry, don't be afraid, you'll get used to handling it." Mr. Y/n knew this was the biggest penis she would handle, so he offered a few words of reassurance. "I'll teach you slowly," Mr. Y/n said. "You can wet the tip of my penis with your saliva first," Mr. Y/n instructed Jiheon. Jiheon obeyed the order and moistened the tip of his penis with her saliva. After that, on her own initiative, she began spreading the saliva with her hand over all parts of Mr. Y/n's penis. "Good, you're doing well," Mr. Y/n praised Jiheon. Hearing Mr. Y/N's praise made Jiheon even more enthusiastic. She took the initiative again, kissing the tip of Mr. Y/N's penis and licking it passionately. "Fuck, your mouth is so good." Mr. Y/n felt pleasure from what Jiheon was doing.

Jiheon slowly opened her mouth, she swore it was so difficult to suck his penis. Her mouth was already wide open, but sucking his penis seemed to stretch her mouth to its maximum point. "Fuck, so tight and wet." Mr. Y/n couldn't lie, her mouth was so delicious. Mr. Y/n slowly pushed his penis deeper into Jiheon's throat. "Relax, Jiheon, breathe thru your nose," Mr. Y/n advised Jiheon, who choked several times. Jiheon followed his orders and started to get used to it. After pushing slowly, Mr. Y/N's penis finally fully entered, filling Jiheon's throat. Mother Jiheon was already in tears because his penis was so large it filled her throat. "You are so beautiful, you are so pretty," Mr. Y/n stroked her head while praising her. "Now it's going to be a little rough, I can't wait to fill your throat with my sperm," Mr. Y/n warned. Before Jiheon could protest, his hand was already gripping her hair. Before he could even think about what was happening, Mr. y/n immediately forced Jiheon's head to move forward and backward. "Glukkk..... Glukkk..... Glukkk" That was all that could come out of her mouth. Jiheon's saliva spilled onto the floor, and his penis was becoming increasingly slippery due to Jiheon's saliva. "Fuck Jiheon, this is so good," Mr. Y/n praised her again. Jiheon was almost out of breath, she was hitting his thighs, but Mr. Y/n didn't care about what Jiheon was feeling. Jiheon's face became increasingly flushed as time went on because she needed an oxygen supply. "I'm coming," Mr. Y/n's voice echoed thru the room, his hands pressing Jiheon's head deeper. Jiheon's face was already very red, her eyes rolled back, and her hands, which had previously signaled surrender, were no longer able to move. Jiheon felt every drop of sperm flow down her throat. She didn't know when his penis would stop ejaculating, but she knew that if it wasn't withdrawn, she would soon pass out. Before she suddenly fainted, Mr. Y/N pulled his penis out of Jiheon's mouth "plop". Jiheon immediately collapsed to the floor and slowly regained consciousness. The remnants of Mr. Y/n's sperm dripped from her mouth along with the saliva that had been accumulating there. Jiheon tried to catch her breath, her body limp on the floor and drenched in sweat. Seeing this made Mr. y/n get an erection again, Jiheon is truly very sexy and charming right now.

Before Jiheon regained her strength and breath. Mr. y/n immediately picked up Jiheon and placed her on the mat. "Get all on fours," Mr. y/n instructed Jiheon. Weakly, she tried to support her body with her knees. Her buttocks were perfectly lifted, her waist made a beautiful curve that caused her breasts to stick to the mattress. Mr. y/n moved closer and smacked her butt very hard. "Tell me, what do you want?" Mr. y/n said, continuing to smack Jiheon's butt hard, alternating between right and left. Jiheon sighed with every smack Mr. Y/n gave, and each smack successfully left a red handprint on her butt. "Fuck me, use me, rail me, just do whatever you want," Jiheon said in a voice that was still weak. Hearing that, Mr. Y/N immediately pushed his penis into her vagina with a single thrust. "FUCKKK, THIS IS SO BIG!" Jiheon screamed as her vagina stretched to its limit. There was no more gentle treatment from Mr. Y/n toward Jiheon. "Tell me, keep telling me what you feel," Mr. Y/n instructed Jiheon.

Jiheon obeyed the order by Mr. Y/n and kept telling how it felt with dirty talk phrases. "Your cock is so big, it's stretching my pussy so wide," she gasped, her voice trembling as Mr. Y/n thrust harder. "I feel every inch tearing me apart god, it's so deep!" Her knuckles whitened against the mat, body arching violently with each penetration. Sweat dripped down her spine as she choked out, "Fuck, it's hitting places I didn't know existed make me scream louder!"

Mr. Y/n gripped her hips, slamming into her with bruising force. "Louder," he demanded, his breath hot against her ear. Jiheon’s moans turned ragged, raw. "Y-yes! Your cock’s pounding me like I’m nothing like a filthy slut!" She cried out as he angled deeper, hitting her cervix. "It burns so fucking good! Ruin me, ruin this tight little cunt!" Her words dissolved into a scream, echoing off the walls.

Fuck, I'm going to cum," Jiheon felt herself getting closer to orgasm. Mr. y/n was aware of that. "I know, your pussy is getting tighter and wetter, it looks like your squirting will come out," Mr. y/n replied to Jiheon's words. Mr. y/n immediately withdrew his penis from Jiheon's pussy. That moment of emptiness made Jiheon unable to hold back her orgasm any longer. She immediately fell onto the mattress with her eyes rolling back, her body trembling and shaking violently, accompanied by a stream of fluid squirting out of her vagina like a waterfall.

Mr. y/n immediately grabbed Jiheon's hair and pulled her head up. "Look at me," he ordered Jiheon. Jiheon, who was still in a state of ecstasy, tried to open her eyes and look at Mr. y/n. "You did well, baby. You took my cock like a good girl," Mr. y/n praised Jiheon. "Your pussy was so tight and wet, it felt so good. You made me feel like a king," Mr. y/n continued to praise Jiheon. Jiheon smiled weakly, feeling proud of herself for being able to satisfy Mr. y/n

Mr. Y/n repositioned Jiheon into the all-fours position again. "We're not done yet, Jiheon," Mr. Y/n told Jiheon. Without giving any warning, Mr. Y/n immediately pushed his penis back into Jiheon's vagina. Jiheon shouted back loudly, "FUCKK, IT'S STILL SO BIG."

Jiheon then said to Mr. Y/n, "Fuck, please punish me for being rebellious. Spank my ass harder, make it redder. Pull my hair and fuck me like I'm just a hole for your cock." She moaned loudly as Mr. Y/n followed her command, delivering sharp smacks to her already sore buttocks. "Yes! Harder! I've been such a disobedient slut, I need to feel your anger inside me, make me scream until I can't form words!"

Mr. Y/n increased his pace, driving into her with punishing thrusts while gripping her hair tightly. "Your pussy's still so greedy," he growled, watching her body ripple with each impact. "Taking me so deep like a desperate little whore, tell me how much you need this punishment." Jiheon's voice broke as she gasped, "I need it - need your cock destroying me! Fuck me like you hate me, make me regret everything!"

Jiheon's body began trembling again as she neared another climax, her inner walls fluttering around Mr. Y/n's cock. "I'm gonna cum again!" she cried out, her knuckles white against the mat. "Don't stop make me squirt all over your cock like the messy slut I am!" Mr. Y/n slammed into her cervix, drawing a guttural scream as he commanded, "Then cum for me show me how well you take your punishment!"

Mr. y/n pulled his penis out of Jiheon's vagina so she could squirt freely. After waiting for a few minutes, Jiheon finally stopped squirting and trembling. Mr. y/n didn't give him a break; he immediately told Jiheon to ride him properly.

Jiheon tried to position herself on top of Mr. Y/N. Mr. y/n held her hips to help her. If Mr. y/n didn't hold her, she wouldn't be able to support her body. Jiheon's hand held his penis, directing it in front of her entrance. Jiheon tried to get down slowly. "Fuck, your dick feels so good," Jiheon said. Without warning, Mr. Y/N suddenly pushed Jiheon's entire body, causing his penis to go straight into her cervix in one swift motion. That made Jiheon tremble and turn her eyes back. "You're really like a slut, you orgasmed just from penetration," Mr. Y/n said. "That's all because your penis is so big, you managed to explore every part inside me." Jiheon replied to Mr. Y/n's words after finishing orgasm with a hoarse voice.

Jiheon started moving her hips slowly. Her hips moved up and down slowly. Jiheon felt every inch of Mr. Y/n's penis inside her. Jiheon leaned her body forward, kissing Mr. Y/n's lips. Jiheon kissed him passionately. Jiheon's tongue explored every corner of Mr. Y/n's mouth. Their tongues intertwined passionately.

"Fuck, your pussy feels incredible," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "Always so tight. Squeezing me perfectly." He watched her breasts bounce with each movement, mesmerized by how her body responded to him. Jiheon moaned softly, arching her back to take him deeper, her inner walls fluttering around his length. "Don't stop," she breathed, her hands gripping his shoulders as she rode him steadily. "Feels like... you're reaching places no one else ever has."

Mr. Y/N brought his mouth to Jiheon's breast, sucking hard on the taut nipple. Jiheon gasped sharply, arching her back and pressing herself deeper onto his cock. "Yes," she moaned, her voice trembling. "Suck them harder it makes everything feel so much better." Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on as he lavished attention on each breast, biting and teasing until her skin flushed pink. She whimpered, grinding down harder with each pull of his mouth.

He switched breasts, his tongue swirling roughly around her other nipple while his hands slid down to grip her ass. "You love this, don't you?" he murmured against her skin, his breath hot. "My cock stretching you open... my mouth on your tits..." Jiheon could only nod frantically, her hips stuttering as pleasure coiled tighter inside her. "Tell me," he demanded, sucking harder until she cried out. "Tell me how much you fucking love it."

"I love it," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Your dick god, it’s so deep and your mouth…" Her words dissolved into a choked moan as he thrust upward sharply, hitting her cervix again. She shuddered, her inner walls clenching around him like a vice. "Don’t stop... please..."

He slammed into her harder, faster, pinning her hips down with bruising force. "Say it again," he growled, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Tell me how badly you need this cock." Jiheon’s head fell back, her thighs trembling as he pounded into her relentlessly. "I need it every inch you’re tearing me apart," she cried out, the words raw and desperate.

Her nails raked down his back as he drove into her with brutal precision, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. "Fuck, you take it like you were made for me," he snarled, his breath hot against her neck. Jiheon could only whimper in response, her body arching wildly as pleasure crashed over her in violent waves. "Yes yes ruin me," she begged, her voice cracking."

He gripped her throat, not enough to choke but enough to claim. "Look at you," he hissed, thrusts turning shallow and relentless. "Begging for my cum like a desperate little slut." Jiheon’s eyes locked onto his, dark and feverish. "Fill me," she gasped, her hips grinding down to meet every thrust. "I want to feel you spill inside me mark me."

A guttural groan tore from him as his rhythm shattered, hips jerking erratically. "Take it every fucking drop." His fingers dug into her thighs, holding her impaled as he emptied himself deep into her womb. Jiheon cried out, her body convulsing around him as the scalding rush triggered her own climax, her walls milking him with greedy pulses.

She collapsed forward onto his chest like a puppet with cut strings, her eyes rolling back until only the whites showed. Her entire body shook violently not just tremors, but deep, uncontrollable quakes that made her teeth chatter. Her breath came in ragged, punched-out gasps against his sweat-slicked skin, her fingers twitching uselessly at his sides as aftershocks ripped through her.

He didn’t move, didn’t pull out. One hand slid up to cradle the back of her head, fingers tangling in her damp hair, while the other traced idle patterns on the curve of her trembling hip. Her inner muscles still fluttered weakly around his softening length, drawing a low, satisfied hum from his chest. "Look at you," he murmured, voice rough but softer now, almost awed. "Completely ruined."

Jiheon stopped shaking and began to regain consciousness. Jiheon kissed Mr. Y/N with love and passion. After they finished kissing, Mr. Y/M suddenly lifted her hips, causing Mr. Y/N's penis to leave her vagina. The momentary emptiness inside her vagina caused Jiheon to squirt and trembling again.

"Please, stop... This is too much, I can't take it anymore," Jiheon said. "As long as you're still conscious, I won't stop." Reply, Mr. y/n. Jiheon didn't know if she could handle it if Mr. Y/N's dick entered her again. Her cunt were already starting to hurt, her body was weak, and it was even very difficult for her to open her eyes. Mr. Y/n is carrying Jiheon. Her hands were wrapped around Mr. Y/n's neck, while her legs were wrapped around Mr. Y/n's waist. Jiheon tried with all her might to keep her legs and arms from coming loose. Without warning, Mr. Y/N suddenly thrust his penis back into her cunt. "FUCK.... IT'S TOO MUCH!" Jiheon screamed. Even this time, Mr. Y/N immediately started the game at a very fast pace. "It's still very tight after the squirt you had," Mr. Y/n said. Jiheon could only let out a small sigh, her eyes already seeing many stars up there. "Ahhh.... Ahhhh.... Ahhh" Jiheon moaned, her voice starting to fade.

Mr. Y/N's thrusts were relentless, each deep plunge drawing a ragged gasp from Jiheon's throat. "Still squeezing me like a fucking vice," he growled, hips slamming against hers with bruising force. "Feel that? How you milk every inch?" Jiheon could only whimper, her moans reduced to broken, airless sounds as her body jolted with each impact. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her vision blurring at the edges

"Perfect little sheath," he rasped, one hand fisting in her hair to tilt her head back. "Hot and greedy taking me so deep." Jiheon's response was a choked cry, her vocal cords fraying as pleasure and overstimulation warred violently within her. Her inner walls fluttered weakly around his length, a silent testament to her unraveling

He watched her mouth open in a soundless scream, her throat working desperately. "That's it," he murmured, thrusts turning shallow and punishing. "Let me hear how ruined you are." All that escaped was a thin, shattered whine the last protest of a body pushed beyond its limits.

His rhythm fractured, hips jerking erratically as he buried himself to the hilt. A low, guttural groan tore from him as he emptied his final release deep inside her, scalding and thick. Jiheon’s eyes rolled back, her body going utterly slack against him. Her inner muscles gave one last, feeble flutter around his spent cock before stillness claimed her

He held her there, impaled and unconscious, feeling the frantic pulse in her throat slow beneath his thumb. Her breathing was shallow, almost imperceptible a stark contrast to the desperate cries moments before. Sweat dripped from his jaw onto her unresponsive face

Slowly, reluctantly, he withdrew. Her body slid bonelessly down onto the sheets, leaving a slick trail behind. Her parted legs remained spread, glistening with the evidence of their brutality. He stared at the rise and fall of her chest, the only sign she hadn’t broken entirely.

a few seconds after the penetration stopped. Jiheon, who was unconscious, started squirting again with her body shaking violently. Seeing that, Mr. Y/N immediately took out his phone and recorded the incident. After successfully recording that beautiful moment, Mr. Y/N shared it with all the male students.

Anyway, back in the present, she walks ahead of you as you step out of the city registry office.

Her pace is fast and exact, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement, not once glancing back to check if you were keeping up. The car is waiting at the curb, black and sleek and silent, much like her.

You slide into the backseat beside her, trying not to let the awkwardness crush your lungs. Her gaze is glued to her phone, thumb scrolling with surgical precision. Probably messages from her group chat. Probably better people to be around than you.

“Should I, um… move my stuff into the guest room when we get back?” you ask, voice embarrassingly unsure.

Jiheon exhales. Not a sigh exactly, just... a long, slow breath like she’s reminding herself she still has to breathe near you. “Do what you want,” she mutters.

You nod. Stare out the window. Try not to drown in the silence.

-

The apartment is new. Too new.

White walls, untouched counters, and everything smelling like plastic wrap and a showroom catalogue. You’d picked the unit together during one of those “family obligation” weekends, though she didn’t say more than three full sentences the whole time. Still, she gave a small nod when you suggested this one—slightly bigger than necessary, with two bedrooms and a view of the Han River.

You don’t know why she agreed. Maybe because it let her avoid being near you more than necessary.

As you step inside, she kicks off her heels and heads straight to the larger bedroom without a word. The door shuts behind her before you can say anything.

Not slam-shut. But final.

Like a period at the end of a sentence you weren’t allowed to finish.

You sigh and roll your suitcase into the guest room.

It still smells like fresh paint.

You flop onto the bed and stare at the ceiling, trying to figure out where to begin when your partner—your wife, legally—is the kind of person who barely tolerates being in the same airspace.

You thought marriage wasn’t supposed to feel like a contract between strangers.

But maybe that’s what you two are. Strangers, now wearing rings you didn’t pick, in a home that doesn’t feel like yours.

You think about the way she avoided your eyes the entire time you said your vows. Cold. Untouchable.

So you made yourself a quiet promise, lying on the unfamiliar mattress with the ceiling fan humming above you. A vow you didn’t say out loud—not to her, not to anyone. Just to yourself.

If this marriage was inevitable, then at the very least, you weren’t going to make her feel like she was trapped.

But for now?

You settle in the guest bed, alone.

And the house remains just as silent as the ceremony.

-

You started small.

Fresh towels on the rack before her shower. Her side of the fridge stocked with her favourite drinks—those weird fizzy kombuchas you noticed she drinks all the time. Slippers left by the front door facing outwards, so she wouldn’t have to turn them around when she came home exhausted.

She noticed. Of course she did. You could tell by the way her eyes lingered for half a second longer on the table when you left out her coffee just the way she liked it—black, no sugar, no comments.

But that didn’t mean she liked it.

One morning, you were plating up toast and eggs—nothing fancy, but warm and ready—when you felt her eyes on your back.

“You don’t have to do all this,” she said, her voice flat, more exhausted than angry.

You turned around, spatula in hand. She stood a few feet away, arms crossed over her hoodie, hair still damp from the shower.

“It’s just breakfast,” you offered with a small shrug. “You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday’s schedule.”

She raised a brow, unimpressed. “And how would you know that?”

“Um…You left your lunch in the fridge. Still untouched.”

That made her flinch slightly—barely visible, but you caught it.

She scoffed, brushing a hand through her hair. “I didn’t ask you to keep tabs on me.”

“I’m not,” you said, gently. “I just… noticed.”

“Then stop noticing.”

That one stung. You looked down, pressing your thumb into the edge of the counter just to ground yourself.

“I’m not…I'm not trying to pity you, Jiheon,” you said, carefully, like every word might be landmines. “This is your home too. I’m just… trying to make sure you feel that.”

She stared at you for a beat too long, and you weren’t sure if she was about to throw her mug at you or leave again.

“I don’t need your comfort,” she said finally. “Or your kindness. Especially not if it’s because you feel sorry for me.”

“I don’t feel sorry for you,” you replied, softly. “But I do feel responsible—for making sure you don’t feel alone here.”

She shook her head, lips tight. “You don’t get it.”

“Of course I don't. Help me understand.”

Her shoulders dropped just slightly, like she wanted to argue, wanted to fight, but was just too tired. She turned around instead, muttering under her breath as she walked away.

“I never asked for any of this…”

Still, you didn’t stop, and she didn't even try to hide her disdain.

You heard it in the frustrated sigh she let out when she opened the fridge and saw the labelled containers: ‘Dinner (spicy, for Jiheon)’.

You caught her rolling her eyes when you left two umbrellas by the door during the rainy week.

Once, during a particularly long day, you’d seen her struggling to adjust the strap of her bag before heading out.

You reached forward, gently fixing it for her without a word.

She jerked away like your touch burned. “Don’t.”

You froze mid-reach. “Sorry,” you murmured, taking a step back. “Just… trying to help.”

She glared. “You’re not my manager.”

“No. I’m not,” you said quietly. “I’m just your… husband.”

The word tasted bitter when you said it. Like it didn’t belong in your mouth.

She didn’t respond. Just left. The door clicked shut behind her.

-

The first real crack happens over laundry. Literally.

You’re carrying her load out of the washer—because she’s forgotten it for over six hours and you figured it’d start smelling otherwise—and as you pull out one of her dark stage outfits, a delicate black top with pearl detailing catches on the corner of the machine.

You freeze.

Then you hear her door open.

“What are you doing?” she asks, sharply.

You turn slowly, the top in your hand, pearl hanging by a thread like a guillotine about to drop.

“I—was just moving your stuff to the dryer,” you say, holding your breath. “I didn’t mean to— It got caught—”

“Don’t touch my things!” she snaps, stepping forward and yanking it from your hand.

You flinch, but she’s already glaring down at the snagged fabric like it personally betrayed her. Her fingers tremble, and you realize—she’s not just angry. She’s upset.

You exhaled before choosing your words carefully. “I’ll pay - I'll pay for the repairs.”

Her voice is low this time, not yelling—just cold. “You think money fixes everything?”

"N-" You want to say no, but that’s exactly how this marriage started, isn’t it?

She doesn’t wait for an answer. She turns and disappears back into her room, laundry abandoned.

So that night, you stayed up late watching YouTube tutorials on how to sew, practicing on your old T-shirt like it’s your final exam. Even on the break of dawn, you rushed to the craft store the next day and buy a matching pearl kit.

And when you finally fix it—clumsy but careful and attentive—you leave it folded outside her door with a note:

“Didn’t mean to touch your stuff. Just didn’t want it to gone bad. Sorry for the pearl. I tried. (Also, the washer’s a bitch.)”

She doesn’t say anything.

But one day, you find your favourite hoodie, the one you thought went missing, folded neatly on your bed.

-

One night, you came home late after pulling an all-nighter at work.

Your muscles ached, your brain felt like it had been replaced with mashed potatoes, and all you could think about was diving face-first into the couch. You barely even registered the lights were still on in the living room until your hand brushed something soft—warm.

A blanket. Neatly folded at the corner of the couch. Yours, but you hadn’t left it there.

Blinking, you sat up. On the coffee table sat a plate of food—kimchi stew and rice, still faintly steaming. A post it note stuck on the side of the plate read:

“Don’t let it get cold. — J”

You stared at it for a long second.

It was the first time Jiheon had referred to you by anything other than passive-aggressive silence or the occasional "you."

And somehow, the ‘J’ felt more personal than if she had written her full name.

You stood there dumbly for a moment, holding the note between your fingers, your stomach growling in agreement with your disbelief.

You’d been married for over three months now.

The start was a disaster. She was an idol. You were a nobody.

Okay, not a nobody, but to Jiheon—whose schedule was booked months in advance with music shows, practices, radio appearances—you might as well have been a money bag couch cushion with a pulse. A necessary condition of this ridiculous contract between your families. You weren't even a fan of fromis_9 when the proposal came through. In fact, you barely listened to idol music. So you weren’t dazzled by the glamour or the idea of being married to "the Jiheon of fromis_9." If anything, that made things worse.

She thought you were pretending. Faking indifference to gain favour. But you weren't pretending.

You were just... trying to exist.

And slowly, she must've started to see that as you found her in the kitchen the following morning, hair tied up messily with strands escaping around her face. She moved quietly, careful not to disturb the stillness, grabbing a smoothie from the fridge. The sunlight filtered softly through the window, casting gentle shadows across her face—softening her usual stern features.

She didn’t look up when you entered, but her voice startled you.

“I added tofu,” she said, voice casual but not unkind. “You said you liked it.”

You smiled, warmth spreading through your chest like slow sunrise light. “Thanks. It was really good.”

She shrugged, already turning away. “Don’t expect it every time.”

You laughed softly, the sound light but genuine.

-

Days turned into weeks, and the ice around Jiheon began to chip away—not with grand gestures or words, but in small, almost imperceptible ways.

She stopped sighing audibly when you were around. She ceased glaring at you when you accidentally left a dish in the sink overnight. And sometimes, when she thought you weren’t looking, she would watch you with something softer in her eyes—like a slow dawn creeping over a mountain peak.

One evening, she came home from dance practice limping slightly, the usual confident grace replaced by quiet pain. You noticed immediately, heart tightening in your chest.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she said too quickly, brushing past you.

You followed her anyway, watched her sit on the edge of the bed and grimace as she untied her sneakers.

“Is it your ankle?” you asked.

“I said I’m fine.”

You didn’t respond. Just quietly knelt down, reached for her foot.

Jiheon moved her ankle away. “Don’t—”

“I’ll be gentle. Please?”

She didn’t stop you. Just watched.

Your touch was tentative at first—fingers tracing the warm, swollen skin beneath her sock. You could feel her tension slowly melting away, her breathing evening out.

"That must've been painful."

"Thanks, Sherlock…" She murmured, but there were less snarky as usual.

“I’ll get ice.”

She didn’t say anything as you left the room, or when you came back with a towel-wrapped pack. But when you gently rested it on her ankle, she let out a small sigh.

Not pain. Just relief.

You looked up.

She was watching you.

And for the first time since your wedding day, Jiheon looked at you like you were real.

Like maybe you weren’t just a stranger forced into her life.

Like maybe she didn’t mind the thought of you being in it.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

And this time, you didn’t pretend not to hear it.

-

The rain came down steady one night, light tapping against the metal railing of the balcony. You sat beside Jiheon (couldn't sleep, the neighbour got a bit too loud), each of you holding a mug, steam curling upwards and vanishing into the cold air. She wasn’t looking at you. Just out — past the apartments across the street, beyond the rows of windows lit in soft yellows and whites. Her legs were drawn up loosely to her chest, chin resting on her knee, hoodie sleeves covering her hands.

Neither of you had said anything in the past ten minutes. And honestly, you were okay with that.

Then, quietly, she spoke.

“I hated this, you know.”

You turned slightly. “The rain?”

“No,” she said, eyes still forward. “This whole arrangement. The marriage. You.”

It didn’t sting. Not really. You’d figured that out ages ago — the way she avoided you, the way she barely let you exist in her orbit unless it was necessary. But hearing it out loud… that was a different kind of weight.

You didn’t say anything. Just let her keep going.

“I felt like I was being forced to open a door I didn’t want to walk through. I didn’t know you. Didn’t want to know you. And yet I had to wake up with someone else’s breathing in my space.”

She paused, then let out a short breath. It wasn’t a sigh exactly — more like she was sorting through the rest of her thoughts before deciding which ones were worth saying out loud.

“But you weren’t… what I expected,” she said finally. “You didn’t push. You didn’t hover. You just… stayed.”

You watched her fingers tighten slightly around the mug.

“I kept waiting for you to be selfish about it. To ask for something in return. But you never did.”

You blinked, surprised. “You make me sound a lot more noble than I actually am.”

Jiheon snorted. “Don’t get cocky. You still microwave the fucking fish like a war criminal.”

A small laugh escaped you. “Okay, rude. I was hasty that one time.”

She finally turned to look at you then — not fully, just a glance. But there was no sharpness in her eyes tonight. No cold barrier. Just something calmer.

“I’m can't promise you anything,” she said, voice lower. “I’m still figuring things out. Still figuring this out. Still figuring you out.”

You nodded. “I’m not asking for anything, either.”

Her gaze lingered on you a second longer before she looked down at her tea.

“…I don’t hate it anymore,” she sipped her tea. “Coming home and seeing you here.”

You swallowed. The rain suddenly felt like background noise, faint and distant.

“I'm glad you don't,” you said.

She nudged her mug against yours lightly. Not a toast. Just contact.

Then, almost like it was nothing, she added, “Also, you can stop pretending you don’t know I’ve been eating the dinners you leave in the fridge.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So it was you. I thought we had a polite ghost. It even washes the dishes as well.”

She looked at you again. No smirk this time, just a small twitch at the corner of her mouth.

“Gosh, you’re such an idiot,” she murmured.

“But a tolerable one?” you offered.

Jiheon didn’t answer immediately. She just nudged your knee with hers — subtle, barely there — then went back to sipping her tea.

"…maybe."

Her murmur was more than enough.

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Shake yourself and regain focus before nodding sheepishly as she moves back enough to find a perfect spot for the shot before turning around, meanwhile you get ready and raise your camera toward her, getting ready for what would be the perfect shot, nothing would ever be like it.

And then you wake up.

Its 7 AM, your body wakes up in one swift motion, sweating, still trying to process the vividness of the dream you just had, this would've been the best shot you ever taken in years, it was a one in a million shot.

And you missed it.

Your thoughts suddenly get disrupted by your morning alarm, blasting in your ears as you take a long sigh, move the sheets out of your body and get up from your bed.

"Well, it's not the first time i missed a one in a million chance"

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