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I dropped my umbrella at the entrance and followed Mingyu’s instructions in finding the farthest table of the outdoors area underneath the leaking roof. It sounded confusing, but I somehow got it on the first try.

There was a circle of ahjusshis guzzling soju about five tables away, grumbling and laughing like they’d been glued there for decades, but other than that, we were alone. Almost too alone.

“Sit.” Mingyu nodded at the bench. His face was pale under the fluorescent lamp, eyes baggy as if he had forgotten what sleep was. He opened a bottle of soju, and judging by the two empty ones on the table, he hadn’t waited for me.

“Thanks for meeting me—”

“Eat.” He nudged an empty bowl at me, sloppily scooping some budaejjigae into it, as if almost desperate to appear normal.

“Alright, sure,” I muttered, carefully taking it, even though a bit had already spilled onto the table.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he just poured me a glass of soju straight to the top.

“So,” he finally said, taking another shot without even offering a toast. “How much do you know already?”

“A lot, but also not enough.”

“Good answer.” His face scrunched from the alcohol. “What do you want to know then?”

“Who’s the black heart?” I asked, straight to the point. It was a question that had been tearing me from the inside out from the moment I first saw it on her phone.

“I don’t know his name,” he said flatly. “No one does.”

“You’ve never met him?”

He shook his head. “Never. It’s damn near impossible.”

“So then what is he?”

He poured himself another shot, pushing mine closer. “We call him the King of Spades.”

The rain picked up and the rattle above us got twice as loud.

“King of Spades?” I repeated. “Like in a deck of cards?”

“Not so loud,” he hissed, eyes darting everywhere. “Rule number one: you never know who’s listening.”

“Sorry,” I whispered, glancing over my shoulder to make sure there weren’t any raindrops spying on us. “What the hell is a King of Spades? A codename for sponsorship?”

“No, they’re not sponsors. Anyone with a stack of money can be a sponsor. This is way beyond that. You can’t buy your way into this.”

“So then what is he, chaebol?”

“Listen carefully, what I’m about to tell you is completely off the records.” He leaned in, eyes wet with either sweat, tears, or rain. “Back in the early 80s, before k-pop even existed, when the government was deathly corrupt and desperate to expand our global presence beyond just exporting and manufacturing, all the Old Money—politicians, chaebol heirs, media tycoons—banded together and formed a secret society, running everything from the shadows.”

“What’s everything?”

“Everything. The entire entertainment industry. The whole idol system that you know today was created by them.”

I waited for him to laugh, to double back and say he was bullshitting, that it was all a test. But there was only the sound of heavy rain, the smell of soju, and the half-eaten pot of budaejjigae simmering in front of us. His tired eyes were still locked on the empty street like someone might be listening.

None of it felt real, but none of it felt like a lie, either.

“So then the King of Spades or whatever is the leader of this secret organization? ”

“One of the leaders.” He slurped on a spoonful of broth loudly, as if wanting to drown out the conversation. “The Four Kings are what drive the global economy and influence for hallyu. The King of Spades for Korea, Clubs for America, Diamonds for China, and Hearts for Japan. ”

“Let me get this straight—you’re telling me a bunch of crime lords run everything behind the scenes—”

He squinted. “Crime? What crime?”

“I don’t know, sex trafficking?”

He laughed so hard his glass tipped, splashing soju across the table like it was rain. “Trafficking? You think your little girlfriend was forced into this shit or something? She could walk away tomorrow completely unscathed if she wanted to.”

My fists balled up. “So why hasn’t she?”

“Why don’t you take a wild guess?”

“Are you trying to say she’s choosing to do this?” I knew my voice was too loud, but I couldn’t dial it down. “That she’s just too stupid to know any better?”

He leaned forward, elbow creaking on the table edge. “Use your brain for a second. People don’t suddenly stop doing things that destroy them just because they know it’s bad. Aren’t you living proof of that? I warned you to walk away, and yet you still begged me to meet you, so you tell me—are you too stupid to know better?”

“I have a purpose!” I grunted, almost slamming the table.

“Everyone has a fucking purpose for what they’re doing, kid. You’re not special.” He poured another drink, spilling some down his jacket sleeve.

“And exactly what purpose would Jang Wonyoung of all people have to be his god damned sex slave?”

“Because Jang Wonyoung wouldn’t be Jang Wonyoung if she wasn’t his fucktoy. Is that clear enough or are you still stuck in middle school?”

My heart pumped so hard I thought it would rip through my sweater. “You’re lying. There’s no way it works like that. Just no way.”

“Listen kid, you said you wanted answers, I’m giving them to you, and now you’re sitting here arguing with me.” He took a messy gulp straight from the soju bottle. “Go fucking ask someone else then.”

Even though I hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol, I felt sick to my stomach.

***

“I’m gonna be sick,” Yujin said, covering her mouth.

The video continued rolling, and the girl in pink just sat there with her knees wide, lips adorably parted in an alluring daze, drifting into the camera like she didn’t even know the world existed outside of whatever room they were in.

“I’m ILLIT’s Minju,” she said with ogling eyes, as if waiting to be petted. “I’m here to learn from my sunbaes how to properly worship my master. I don’t have any special talents yet, I’m still figuring out how to be useful to him.”

“Good girl,” he said, holding her chin. She twitched in pleasure, eyes fluttering close. “You’ll learn and feel so much today.”

She nodded obediently. “Yes, master. I’ll watch carefully.”

“Park Minju? Didn’t she just debut?” Yujin said, scratching her head. “She said ‘ILLIT’, right? Literally just last week—”

But the camera didn’t wait for Yujin to finish her question before sending her back into shock. Past Wonyoung, almost to the left of him, was a fourth girl with long black hair and skin so pale that it almost glowed in the shadowy light, wearing nothing but a set of black lingerie, black stockings, and a matching garter belt. Around her neck was a black collar with long rows of diamonds—the same one that Wonyoung had in her bag. The same one that I myself had worn around my throat before.

The camera slowly panned up to her face, and Yujin gasped loudly, as if the oxygen had been punched out of her lungs.

“I’m aespa’s Karina. I’m here to defend my title as the Black Ace,” she said in a sharp, seductive voice, throwing her leg over his thigh like she wasn’t on camera at all. “I’ll make sure he understands why I haven’t lost this collar since the day he wrapped it around my neck.”

“Did she say black ace?” I asked, my eyes unable to break away from the screen.

Yujin’s hand trembled again. She tried to reach for the glass of water on the coffee table, but ended up spilling some onto the rug.

“My special talent?” Karina said, somewhere between a scoff and a smirk. “I don’t need one. I’m better than them at everything.”

“Damn.” Yujin shut her eyes, taking a deep breath. “That was really hot.”

“Yujin, what the hell is an ace?” I repeated.

She took a sip of water and swallowed hard. “I have no idea.”

***

“The King-Ace system has been passed down as tradition for decades. They say its roots date back to the Joseon Era, where the king’s queen would only reign in title, while anointed consorts—the aces—bore the burden of pleasure behind closed doors.”

My hand was shaking as I finally took the shot of soju, feeling it burn my throat as the words rushed out of me. “If you’re expecting me to believe that Wonyoung signed up to be his sidechick, forget it.”

“It’s a privilege to be an Ace,” he spat, jaw clenching as if somehow personally offended.

“No.” I shook my head. “He must’ve somehow manipulated her into it.”

“Nonsense. The girls are fully aware of the arrangement and have plenty of time to agree to it. Nobody forces them or even pressures them. No one needs to. They want it. They’re proud of it. They fight for it. It’s the most prestigious title in the industry and comes with more benefits than you can ever imagine. Money, fame, opportunities, protection, everything—it’s a full-ride scholarship to stardom.”

“Prestigious? She wears a fucking collar around her neck at night!”

“A small price to pay for the crown she wears on her head during the day.”

My chest tightened so hard it hurt. None of this sounded real, but there was no one to tell me otherwise. No one to save me from the so-called truth that I wasn’t willing to accept.

“So then anyone can become a star if they just agree to become a sex slave to some chaebol heir?”

He swirled his glass around slowly as if it was wine. “Not anyone. Everyone wants in, but only a select few make it. It’s incredibly difficult to get chosen because of the strict rules around the drawing of Aces.”

I let the silence drag. The cheap neon lighting looked even harsher between us.

“They have rules?” I asked.

***

“I hope you’ll all be nice to your new Pink Ace,” he said, as the camera zoomed out to fit all four girls in the frame. “It’s her first day, so let me explain the rules again to our sweet Minju—”

“They’re simple,” Karina said, cutting him off. “Whoever makes Master finish first wins.”

He chuckled, trailing a lazy hand up her milky thigh, fingers tapping like he was calming her down. “Let’s not simplify it that much.”

Karina didn’t break her gaze, moving her hands purposefully up and down his crotch before turning her upper body towards the trio kneeling over the luscious black velvet rug.“We get five minutes each. First White, then Red, then Black, and then all together. We keep rotating until someone finishes the job.”

“But there’s a twist.” Yuna smirked and ran a finger along Minju’s rosy cheek, twirling it as she reached her jaw. “We have to make Pink come too. That’s you, babe.”

Minju bit her upper lip, but said nothing, eyes shyly darting as if avoiding Yuna’s flirty smile.

“Aw…don’t look so nervous, Minju-sshi…” Wonyoung winked, her voice playful and mocking. “Just relax and enjoy the show. We were all Pink once.”

“Mhm, I was Pink just before you came along.” Yuna cupped her hands around Minju’s face and gently planted a kiss on her lips, causing her shoulders to loosen. “This white collar still feels new to me.”

Yujin’s breaths quickened. She looked like she’d been slapped, her lips parted in shock. I could practically hear her heartbeat.

“White looks really good on you, Yuna.” Wonyoung smiled, then turned to Karina. “But you know, unnie…red isn’t really my color. It suits you much more.”

“Cocky bitch,” Karina scowled.

Wonyoung’s smile didn’t falter. “What’s wrong? Scared to lose your little throne to me?”

“In your dreams, whore. I’m going to wipe that annoying smirk off your face soon.”

“Gosh, you’re so sexy when you’re mad, unnie. Can you really blame me for always getting on your nerves?”

“Just pay attention, we’ll teach you everything you need to know to please him.” Yuna smiled softly, her invisible halo shining about as bright as a broken lightbulb. “Oh, and don’t mind them, they’re always like this.”

Wonyoung leaned in close as she traced a fingertip along Minju’s collarbone, causing her to shiver. “You know…pink actually matches you perfectly. Your whole body is so cute and pink, especially when you’re turned on like this. You should just stay Pink forever.”

A low hum trembled in Minju’s throat, but it dissolved into a sharp gasp.

“Oh, she’s so wet already,” Yuna teased, pushing a hand between Minju’s thighs.

Minju let out a soft whimper, the sound escaping before she could clamp her hand over her mouth. Her body sank deeper into the plush fabric beneath her as she bit her lip, eyes fluttering shut.

Yuna gasped. “Wow, and you’re so tight,” she said as her fingers slowly sinked into Minju’s folds. “You’re squeezing me so hard that it kinda hurts.”

Karina’s shadow cut across the soft light as she swung a leg over Minju’s chest, lowering herself right onto her face, thighs clamping her head.

“Unnie…it’s not your turn, I just started,” Yuna whined, picking up speed. Wet sounds accompanied the thrusts, and liquid visibly dripped down onto the rug.

Karina’s laugh sounded deep as her fingers gripped Minju’s hair into a fist. “We have to take turns making her come,” she said, slowly grinding her hips back and forth. “Who says I can’t keep her mouth busy while waiting?”

“Did you turn the heat up? It feels so stuffy in here.” Yujin said, exhaling. Her thighs were squeezed tightly together, and her cheeks were rosy, as if she had taken a couple of shots.

“No,” I said, looking away from the screen for the first time in what felt like hours. “I don’t even know where your thermostat is.”

Wonyoung chuckled. “Unnie…you’re always such a rebel. You might be the only one here who will never wear that white collar.” Her lips suddenly crashed onto Karina’s, giving her a quick, sloppy kiss. “Once I take that black one from you, you’ll be stuck being Red forever.”

“I don’t understand the colors,” I said, putting pressure on my temples. “Do they even mean anything?”

But Yujin didn’t answer; she just kept fidgeting in her seat as if the question went right through her ears.

“Jang Wonyoung,” Karina said, wrapping her fingers around Wonyoung’s neck, her long black nails appearing like small knives against their pale skin. “We all know you have quite the reputation with that mouth of yours. Why don’t you put it to good use instead of being an annoying little bitch all the time?” She yanked Wonyoung’s face down to her chest, pressing her in between her cleavage.

“Is this a request or an order, sunbae?” Wonyoung asked as her lips were forcibly pressed onto Karina’s skin, leaving a red smudge of lipstick behind.

“What do you think?” she asked condescendingly, her grip tightening.

“I’ll play nice since this might be your last command to me as Black,” Wonyoung said, rubbing her nose against Karina’s jiggling breasts. “Hm…it’s been a while since I’ve played with these. You must’ve forgotten what happened last time.”

“Oh? What happened?” Yuna asked playfully, poking her head into the frame. “Was I there?”

Wonyoung smirked, planting soft little kisses all over Karina’s chest. “No, it was before your time. Back when I was Pink and Miyeon unnie was White.”

Karina let out a loud moan as Wonyoung forcefully yanked her bra down, revealing her large, jiggling bare breasts—creamy smooth and perfectly round, each one extraordinarily full and frighteningly gorgeous. The camera lingered hungrily on the pale pink of her nipples that stood out perfectly against her milky white skin as they jiggled against Wonyoung’s touch.

“Wonnie-ya, come on, tell me what happened…” Yuna asked, her fingers still splashing in and out of Minju as the poor girl whimpered like a puppy beneath the three of them.

“Fuck…” Karina grunted, gripping onto Minju’s hair with her left hand and Wonyoung’s with her right.

“Unnie, did your boobs get even bigger?” Wonyoung teased, wrapping her lips around Karina’s erect nipples, twirling her tongue in slow, wet circles. “They’re huge now.”

Without any warning, Karina slapped her across the face, leaving a faint red mark. “Stop fucking talking so much.”

My body tensed up as Yujin gasped, her fingers digging into my thigh.

“Ouchie,” Wonyoung said sarcastically, licking her lips. “So violent. What are you so worked up for?”

“Tell me!” Yuna’s fingers kept thrusting faster as wet squelching sounds echoed through the speakers while Minju’s thighs quivered visibly against the rug.

“Jimin unnie doesn’t want to admit it, but…” Wonyoung’s hands fondled Karina’s tits roughly, squeezing and lifting the soft weight while her mouth covered every inch of her skin. “I can make her come just by sucking her nipples.”

“Wow, is this true, unnie?” Yuna asked, as Karina’s hips rolled in a steady grind, her thighs flexing around Minju’s head, pressing down with each forward motion.

“Oh—please—please—please—” Minju begged through muffled breaths, her voice cracking as her body tensed beneath them.

Yuna’s hand didn’t stop. Minju’s cry broke through the air—overpowering Karina’s low moans as her hips met the air before collapsing into a trembling silence.

“I think I need a blanket…” Yujin murmured, staring at the screen like a deer in headlights.

I swallowed. “I think I do too.”

Karina rocked back and forth, body shuddering above Minju’s completely drenched face.

Yuna tilted her head. “Hm…I guess it is true…”

“You’re welcome, bitch.” Wonyoung blew a kiss at a trembling Karina, whose body quaked with aftershocks of pleasure and disbelief.

“Good job, babe!” Yuna said lovingly, pecking Minju gently on the lips. “You did so well for your first time.”

Minju lay lifeless, her gaze stuck in a daze as her chest rose and fell with every breath, juices dripping down the sides of her pretty face.

“My turn,” Wonyoung sang, her lips glistening faintly in the light as she flipped Minju’s small body onto all fours, hands skimming up her thighs and over her hips.

“Wonnie…how do you make people come so easily with your mouth?” Yuna casually wrapped her slender arms around Wonyoung’s waist, embracing her from behind like they were lovers from another life. “Tell me your secret. Pretty please?”

***

“Tell me!” Wonyoung squealed, clutching onto my hand tighter as I tried to pull away. “You ate it, didn’t you?”

“No,” I said, suppressing a grin, but keeping a straight face was impossible. “I really didn’t!”

“Liar!” she shot back, pouting. “Then where is it, huh?”

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing, but it slipped out anyway. “Yujin ate it!”

“Unnie!” Wonyoung gasped, turning toward her. “Did you eat my pink macaron?”

“I don’t even like macarons,” Yujin said lazily, flipping a page of her Vogue magazine without looking up. “Don’t drag me into your dessert crisis.”

Leeseo raised a timid hand. “Um… just so everyone knows, it wasn’t me either.” She hesitated. “Though…I might’ve stolen a green one. I thought it was pistachio, but it was actually matcha...”

Wonyoung softened instantly. “No, that’s totally okay! Have some more, I just want to know who ate the one I set aside on my plate,” she said, glaring at me.

“Come on,” I said, still laughing. “There are ten more pink ones in the box right there!”

She gasped dramatically. “And you still had the nerves to eat mine?”

Liz leaned closer to Gaeul, whispering behind her cup of tea. “Unnie…I’m confused…were these two always so…touchy touchy?”

“I don’t think so,” Gaeul murmured, brows arching as she watched us with genuine curiosity.

“They must’ve finally had sex…” Rei sighed, flopping onto the armrest. “…I wanna have sex too…”

“Rei! How many times do we have to tell you to stop talking about sex! Especially in front of Hyunseo!”

Rei crossed her arms, leaned back further, and sighed again. “Why does everyone pretend to be a saint around here?”

Leeseo crept closer to us innocently, tapping me on the shoulder. “Oppa…did you and Wonyoung unnie…have sex…?

“What? No, of course not!” I stammered, still trying to pry Wonyoung’s hands off my sleeve. “We’re just—”

“Best friends,” Rei, Liz, and Gaeul all said in unison, monotonously.

Wonyoung suddenly tugged on my collar, pulling me toward her. The room froze. Her lips parted slightly, eyes glinting with something that wasn’t readable.

“W-Wonyoung…” I said, my breath caught somewhere between panic and disbelief. “What are you doing? Everyone’s watching.”

“Oh, they 100% had sex…” Rei whispered, barely audible.

Wonyoung’s voice dropped, soft but dangerously calm. “Park Wonbin.”

The way she said my name made my heart skip. For the first time, that tone had finally escaped the bedroom.

“Did you eat it?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, eyes still locked with mine.

I nodded playfully.

“Why? You had a blue one and a yellow one on your plate.” She bit a corner off a red macaron and fed the rest to me.

“Because pink tastes the best,” I said, chewing.

***

“I think I found your specialty,” Wonyoung said, her tongue gliding up Minju’s slit, who nearly folded in half, trying to hide her moans but failing, sound leaking through her arms.

“What is it?” Yuna asked, off to the side. Her hand twisted lazy circles on the master’s cock—just barely in frame.

“She tastes like candy.” Wonyoung breathed the words into Minju’s pussy, leaning forward for another deep, slow lick. The sound was wet, but not messy at all. “Did you know, Minju-sshi?”

Minju shook her head, barely moving, arms wavering like she’d collapse. “Sunbae…I feel like I’m melting…your tongue…”

Wonyoung smirked and continued, silently pleasuring her from the back. There were no slurps—just deliberate, careful strokes that sent Minju’s tiny body deeper onto the rug with every lick.

I heard Yujin’s breath hitch as she squeezed her knees tighter. “Sorry, but Wonyoung not letting you experience her mouth is probably way more fucked up than this guy sending you all these videos.”

“I have a hunch she might be better than you…” I said, almost in a daze.

“Maybe one day we can have our own competition,” Yujin said, moving her hand under the blanket, over my thigh. “On you.”

I intercepted her fingers, holding them in place before they could go any further. “Yujin, come on,” I said, my entire body tingling. “Focus.”

“Trust me, I’m so focused.”

“Master…are you focused on me or them?” Yuna asked, looking up at the camera, causing it to move back to her.

“I’m paying attention to all of you equally, of course,” he said, petting her.

She pouted, then dragged her tongue slowly up his cock, making a show of curling it around the head. “It seems like you’re distracted. I want you to look at me only.”

Yuna stood up and slid her white panties down in one slow pull—letting the elastic snap loud enough that the mic picked it up. Her ridiculous hourglass curves glowed under the light; a dangerously tiny waist dramatically contrasted by heavenly hips that swayed hypnotically as she climbed onto his lap, her whole body swallowing the screen.

“She’s gorgeous, my god,” Yujin said, fanning herself.

Yuna impatiently sank herself onto his cock with a wet, juicy slap. “How does my pussy feel compared to Wonnie’s mouth, Master?”

He groaned, clutching onto her firm cheeks as he guided her up and down his length. “So warm and tight. You have such a perfect little hole.”

“Am I your perfect little angel?” she moaned, her body shivering in pleasure.

“Of course you are.” He smacked her ass, a bright pink mark blooming like a flower on her smooth cheek. “Don’t I tell you enough?”

“No,” she panted, hips moving in a slow, needy circles, as if writing her name over his body. “Please tell me again how much you love my pussy.”

“Your pussy is the best, Yuna. It’s so pretty, wet, and tight.”

She leaned forward, almost whispering in his ear as she rode him slowly.“I know you love Wonnie’s mouth, but you love my body more, don’t you? You can’t ever keep your hands off of me.”

“Wonbin…don’t judge me…” Yujin said, slowly opening her knees.

“Don’t,” I said, clutching onto her wrist before it could disappear under the throw blanket. “We’re better than this.”

“Maybe you are, but I don’t think I am.” She pulled my hand forward, pressing it right over the completely soaked patch that had formed over her panties.

My eyes widened. Her lips were wet and swollen, her forehead was damp, and her cheeks were almost as pink as Yuna’s. “Should we stop the video?” I asked, hoping to hear a specific answer.

She shook her head like a zombie. “Do we have to?”

“Master, if you keep watching Wonnie while fucking me, I’m really gonna get jealous,” Yuna moaned loudly, clenching onto his chest. “I’m so wet right now, I’m dripping all over your thighs, can you feel it?” She looked over her shoulder again, moving with slow, deliberate rolls. “Focus on me…stop watching her…please…”

Behind them, Minju’s moans spilled louder without filter, the kind of sound that made it painfully obvious that Wonyoung’s tongue was completely wrecking her.

“I think I’m gonna come again…” Minju cried, clawing the rug, hips jerking helplessly. “Sunbae, you’re so good…I’ve never felt anything like this in my whole entire life…”

“You’re not that innocent, are you?” Karina grabbed her jaw, tilting her face up to the camera. “You just came while Yuna fingered you, and now you’re coming again to Wonnie’s mouth? This might be the first time everyone’s made Pink finish before the fourth round even starts.”

“Master, your cock is so big, you’re stretching me out,” Yuna cried, the clapping of their skin louder than her own voice. “My pussy’s swallowing your cock so deeply, can you feel how perfectly it fits?”

Behind her, Minju’s body shook as her voice snapped silently. “Sunbae…I—no—I’m…com—”

Karina scoffed, and the sound of leather unbuckling could be heard off screen. “This little whore couldn’t even last the five minutes. And yet she looked so innocent on her stupid debut stage. How embarrassing.”

Between shuddering breaths, Minju looked up at Wonyoung, eyes glazed with admiration. “Sunbae…you’re so good…I wish I can be like you one day…” she said, her chest rising and falling against the rug.

Wonyoung smiled and gave Minju’s pussy one last kiss before blowing her a kiss. “You’re really yummy, Minju-sshi. Welcome to Master’s hand. I’ll make you feel good whenever you want.”

“Hand? Ace? They keep saying these words that don’t seem to mean what they’re supposed to mean,” I said.

But Yujin ignored me again.

***

“In order to maintain a fair and ethical ecosystem, the founders developed a set of rules that every member must adhere to, including Kings.” He didn’t even blink. It came out of him like a script, like reciting something that was once drilled in his head. “First, Aces must be of legal adult age at the time of the offering. Second, they need to be completely willing and sign a written contract of consent in front of multiple neutral witnesses.”

“Ethical sexual slavery?” I couldn’t stop the laugh that slipped out, but inside, my heart ached so terribly at the mere thought of Wonyoung ever considering any of this.

“Third, a King can only hold a maximum of four Aces at any given time, and one group can never contain multiple Aces—not even if they’re split amongst different Kings. One Ace per group—no workarounds, no loopholes.”

My chopsticks slipped out of my fingers, but I didn’t pick them up.

“How exactly are they chosen?” I asked, unsure if I even wanted to know.

“Labels nominate their Ace candidates to offer to the Four Kings, and the Kings decide if they want to draw them. But because of the third rule, it’s extremely competitive since they usually don’t want to change their current hand at all.”

“Hand.” The bowl felt heavy, even though it was only ramyun and sausage. “Is this all a fucking game to them?”

“Of course it is.”

“So Wonyoung signed up and got chosen.”

“No.” He set his empty glass down. “Due to the age rule, the only candidates for IVE at the time of the offering were Yujin and Gaeul—and the King of Clubs was very interested in Yujin.”

My heart skipped a beat. “So then why—how—what the hell happened?”

He poured the last bit of soju into his glass and stared at it like he was the one waiting for an answer. “Wonyoung made a special deal with the King of Spades.”

“Special deal? What kind of deal? Why?”

“For him to stop the King of Clubs from claiming Yujin…and in exchange…” he said, before taking one last shot. “Take her for himself—in two years.”

Thunder boomed outside, causing a car alarm to go off, but none of the noise could drown out the sound of my beat banging against my chest.

“D-Does Yujin know?” I asked, sweat dripping down the side of my neck like raindrops.

“No. And you should never tell her.”

***

“Tell me, Master. Keep telling me how much you love my pussy, I’m so close. I feel so good…my hips won’t stop moving, I’m gonna go crazy…your cock is completely filling my pussy.”

Wonyoung started crawling back towards the screen, kneeling before the master as she carefully watched his cock slide in and out of Yuna’s drenched, clinging hole. “Time’s up,” she sang, smiling innocently.

“Not yet, Master, please keep fucking me!” Yuna pleaded desperately. “Please, I feel so good—”

“Fine, you get 10 more seconds,” Wonyoung said, as she carefully lowered her face between their legs and started licking the point in which their bodies met. “You’re making a mess down here…his balls are completely covered with your slut juice.”

I felt the burn in my throat as I swallowed, eyes tracking every new glint of sweat, every breathy gasp in the video.

Yujin started moving beneath the blanket, but I could no longer find it in myself to stop her.

“Can you do it too so I don’t have to feel like a bad person?” she asked as her other hand snuck up her shirt.

I shook my head forcefully, but my body was aching so terribly.

“Oh my god,” Yuna moaned so loud that the microphone peaked. “Wonnie, you’re cheating!”

“Huh? Aren’t you the one overstaying your five minutes?”

“Ahh—master—stop her…she’s licking my ass…don’t let her…she always does that…”

“Why? You love it.” He spread her cheeks open, giving Wonyoung full access as he pumped her violently.

“Ahh—ack—fuck—no! Don’t—stop sucking—aaah—”

Wonyoung’s tongue went wild and sloppy—no more rhythm, no more precision, just raw, carnal lust. Her hands were stuck between her long legs as her head tilted in the only angle that allowed her to run her tongue from his balls, across the length of his shaft, all the way up to Yuna’s other hole.

Yujin scooted over to me, leaning onto my shoulder. “Wonbin…” she said, moaning quietly. “Come on, just do it. No one has to know.”

“No…I can’t…” I protested, but I knew that my body was reaching its limit. “It feels so wrong.”

Wonyoung slurped loudly, sucking and licking both of them like her life was at stake. “You dirty slut, you’re going to come before master does? Maybe you shouldn’t be White after all…you’re no angel…”

“Master…her tongue…it feels so fucking good…stop her already…”

“Time’s up, Yuna,” he said, abruptly stopping.

“No—”

“Get off.” Wonyoung pulled his cock right out of Yuna’s dripping hole, shoving it straight into her mouth, cleaning it thoroughly.

The hairs on my arms rose in protest.

“How do I taste, Wonnie?” Yuna asked, pulling her long hair back to reveal her flushed, sweaty face.

“Hm…not as good as little miss Minju…but still yummy as always.” Wonyoung said, smacking her lips.

“Let me see.” Yuna giggled and leaned in for a messy, hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled, spit and precum glistening as Wonyoung stroked his cock with her slippery fingers, the camera zooming close into all the wet, flushed details.

“Oh god…” Yujin squirmed beside me, soft moans escaping her wet lips.

“Speaking of Minju…should we go save her?” Yuna said, pulling back as a string of spit bridged their mouths.

The camera pointed towards Karina, who was now hovered over Minju’s shivering body, spreading her legs wide open.

“Do you remember your safewords?” she growled, slapping a strap-on repeatedly over Minju’s clit.

Minju nodded like a cornered animal surrendering itself as prey, her eyes shining with submission.

Karina smiled devilishly. “Good. I’m gonna ruin this pretty little pink pussy of yours,” she purred, slowly pushing into her. “Make sure you scream my name when you come.”

“Oh dear…” Yuna said, picking at her bottom lip. “I better go over there and intervene before she tears her apart.”

“Be careful,” Wonyoung said, letting her saliva drip from her mouth onto his cock. “She might end up making you beg instead, like last time.”

Yuna smiled, biting a finger. “I wouldn’t mind that one bit.”

“Aaah—sunbae—it’s too big—”

The camera fully focused on Wonyoung’s face now, documenting her carefully sliding her tongue across every surface of the glistening cock that was still covered in Yuna’s juices. “How quickly do you want this competition to end tonight, Master?”

“That’s up to you, my love.”

My eye twitched at the way he addressed her.

She started sucking him slowly and carefully. “Should I just go take Jimin unnie’s collar now then?”

Somewhere behind them, the wet slap of Karina’s strap-on driving into Minju’s pussy filled the room like background music.

“I know you like to pretend to be fair,” she teased, her tongue flicking his swollen head. “But I know I’m your favorite. You don’t have to admit it, I can tell based on how much your cock throbs the moment I touch it.”

My heart started racing, a knot forming right inside my stomach as my chest tightened.

Yujin slowly slipped her hand into my pants. “Hey. Are you okay?”

I closed my eyes for a moment, but the image burned into my mind. “I’m not sure.”

“Let me help you,” she said, her breaths heavy as she started slowly stroking me.

I couldn’t stop her, and I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to anymore. Pre-cum spilled out of me like an overflowed bottle. Her touch felt like electricity, sending a jolt down my spine.

“Sunbae! You’re fucking me so hard—aahh—slow down—please—”

The master groaned loudly, fingers sinking into Wonyoung’s hair. She slid down and swallowed him in a single breath until her nose brushed his skin, her throat tight and obedient around him. Then she held, looking up as her eyes slowly watered, then eased off with a wet pull.

“Wonbin-ah, don’t watch this part,” Yujin whispered, dropping to her knees. “I’ll take care of you. Close your eyes.”

I didn’t listen, and Wonyoung didn’t rush. She painted him instead—tongue flattening along the underside, followed by a slow drag from base to tip; then a delicate circle at the crown, and a soft kiss to the slit. I felt all of it on myself—every lick, every stroke.

Karina’s rhythm quickened and Minju’s knees thudded the rug. But the audio kept choosing him and Wonyoung—his breath, his little breaks, the way his voice turned raw when she sucked harder. And Yujin moaned louder, her voice vibrating against me, trying to drown out everything else out.

“Should I end it now?” she whispered against him, teasing the tender spot under the head with the edge of her tongue. “Or do you want to watch me suck your cock for a little bit longer?”

“Keep going.” I wasn’t even sure who said it.

Another slow suck. Another pause. Her free hand pressed lightly at his pelvis to stop him from thrusting, and Yujin did the same to me.

“Look at me,” Wonyoung said softly, taking just the head back into her mouth and nursing it with slow, milking pulls that made his thighs quiver.

“Look at me.” Yujin’s voice was just as soft as she wrapped her lips against the head of my cock, gently sucking the tip like she was extracting poison.

My eyes darted back and forth between the laptop screen and Yujin’s pretty, sweaty face.

Wonyoung glanced up through damp lashes, lips parted, voice barely above a breath. “I wonder…how much longer can you hold it?”

***

“Manager-nim, how much longer?” Wonyoung asked in a sleepy voice.

“About 40 minutes,” he called from the front seat.

“You seem really tired,” I said, putting strands of her hair behind her ear.

She sank deeper into the seat, her cheek pressing against the window for a moment before turning back toward me. “Mm, I can’t wait to get home. I still haven’t packed for my trip.”

For a second, my heart stung, like someone was twisting a dagger into it. “It’s been a long week for you, hasn’t it?” I said, regardless.

She nodded slowly, eyes fluttering halfway open before surrendering again. Her head tilted once, twice, and finally landed on my shoulder with a soft thud. I froze for a second, afraid to move or breathe too loudly.

“Thanks for spending your Saturday with us,” she murmured, half-asleep.

“Thanks for letting me.”

“Letting you do what, dummy?”

“Be here,” I said, feeling the soft brush of her hair on my cheek.

She wrapped her arms around mine, hugging it close to her chest like a pillow. “Where else in the world would you be if not next to me, Park Wonbin?” Her words slipped out so naturally that my chest felt like it might burst.

“It’s like we’re invisible now,” Liz whispered from the row in front of us.

“Sex will do that to you…” Rei sighed for the 100th time that day.

Liz smacked her arm. “They can hear you! Can you at least whisper?”

“For once, I think she might be right,” Gaeul said, leaning back. “They definitely had sex.”

“Not you too!”

“Unnie, what are you smiling about over there?” Leeseo asked.

“Nothing,” Yujin hummed.

“You’re probably thinking what we’re thinking, huh?” Liz said playfully.

“Hm? What’s that?”

She sighed satisfyingly. “It’s so cute to see Wonbin and Wonyoung finally admitting that they’re in love.”

“We’re not in love!” I hissed quietly, careful not to wake her.

“You’re sooo into each other.” Rei said, somewhere between a tease and a complaint. “It makes me feel so painfully single.”

“Rei, you are single…”

“I know…” She sighed and let her head fall on the window with a thud. “I’m too pretty to be wasting my youth like this,” she mumbled to herself.

“Gosh, I love that Wonyoung finally has someone to take care of her.”

“We’re just best friends…” I insisted, but even I could hear how dumb it sounded.

“Oh, cut the crap,” Gaeul said, rolling her eyes. “If you could see yourself, you’d know how silly you sound. The way you look at her sometimes even gives me butterflies.”

“It’s okay, we all ship it. Don’t be embarrassed!”

I felt my face heat up, but none of them stopped.

“I’ve never seen Wonyoung actually sleeping in the car before, let alone on someone’s shoulder.” Liz said, cupping both hands on her cheeks. “She must feel so safe next to you. Wow…how romantic…our princess really found her prince…”

“Oppa…you do have feelings for her, don’t you?” Leeseo asked gently. “You can tell us. We’ll keep it a secret.”

I hesitated, then gave the smallest nod.

The four of them gasped, then squealed into their sleeves to keep from waking her. The van filled with muffled laughter, bouncing off the windows and into the quiet of the night road.

Gradually, the noise faded. The only sounds left were the steady hum of the tires and the soft breathing beside me.

I looked down at Wonyoung again. Her head had slipped slightly, resting closer against my neck.

Her fingers twitched once. “Does your arm hurt like this?” she asked in almost a whisper.

“No, but you’re holding pretty tight, you know.”

“Mm. So that you can’t leave.”

“Who said I was going anywhere?”

“Don’t. Stay here. Like this.”

“I will. Promise.”

She exhaled, sinking even closer. “Forever and ever?”

“Yeah,” I whispered, leaning my head against hers. “And after that, too.”

I didn’t realize when it happened, but everything faded to black.

***

“I’m the Black Ace now,” Wonyoung said, still licking her lips as she held her palm up.

Minju’s moans spiked right as Karina froze. She scowled and yanked the black collar from her throat, the leather tugging against her pale, sweat-slick skin. She didn’t look away as she forcibly handed it over—refusing to blink even as her chest trembled with a barely suppressed rage.

Wonyoung smiled, unbuckled the red collar from her own neck, and stepped in close enough that their breaths touched. Karina lifted her hair without being told, and Wonyoung wrapped it around her throat in a clean, decisive click; the new spiky crimson red collar gleamed where black had been before.

“Hm…your colors are all off now,” Yuna said, eyeing their mismatched lingerie while Wonyoung triumphantly slipped the shiny black one around her own neck.

“Fix it for us then,” Wonyoung said, her gaze pinned to Karina’s like she could leave a scar there just by staring.

“My pleasure.” Yuna reached behind Wonyoung and caught the hook with two fingers. The red bra loosened, straps sliding down her arms like warm syrup, and she gave her a long, slow kiss. “You still taste like cum. Yummy.”

She then turned to Karina, palms gliding up her sides as she slid a finger under the black strap. “Don’t frown, unnie,” she teased, locking their lips together for a brief moment. “You look pretty in red, I promise.”

Red peeled from Wonyoung’s hips while black fell from Karina’s. Yuna took her time, kissing the pale skin she revealed—Wonyoung’s hipbone, Karina’s ribcage—her hands moving back and forth between them. In under a minute they were both completely naked except for their new collars.

“Much better,” Yuna said with a satisfied smile, just as Karina’s strap-on dropped to the floor with a dull thud, the black silicone still wet with Minju’s juices.

Wonyoung smiled tauntingly. “Like I said, red suits you so much more than me.”

“Shut the hell up,” Karina growled, hands still shaking.

“Don’t be a sore loser, my dear,” the master said to Karina, stepping into the frame. “You’ll have a chance to win it back from Wonnie next time.”

“I hate her,” Karina snapped, but the words sounded soft and helpless. “She’s so fucking annoying.”

“Uh oh,” Yuna hummed, delighted. “Someone needs to be put in her place.”

“You dare speak to your Black Ace like that, Red?” Wonyoung asked, pretending to be shocked.

“Fuck off—”

Faster than the camera could even capture it, Wonyoung’s palm cracked across Karina’s cheek with a clean, sharp sound, forcing her head to turn; the red collar flashed around her throat. “Unnie,” she said softly, catching Karina’s jaw in one hand and holding her face steady. “Please behave. I’d hate to get used to doing that.”

Yujin gasped and turned to the screen. “I didn’t think Wonyoung had it in her to hit someone so hard.”

“Yeah? Pretty sure she held back on that one,” I said, my own cheek stinging from memory.

Tears welled up in Karina’s eyes as the words involuntarily escaped her lips. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think you’re actually sorry yet,” Wonyoung murmured, her thumb brushing Karina’s trembling lower lip. “But you will be.”

“Now that the game is over, what should we do, Wonnie?” Yuna asked, sliding closer like her hands already knew the answer. “You won in less than 15 minutes. That’s gotta be a record.”

Wonyoung sighed, the black collar gleaming on her neck like a trophy. “We could’ve ended the night early,” she said, circling Karina like a lion toying with its meal. “But…bad girls deserve to get punished.”

“Ooh, you’re gonna love this next part, babe,” Yuna whispered, winking to Minju.

“Master,” Wonyoung said, eyes not leaving Karina even once.

“Yes, my love.”

“Can I make a request?” she asked, moving Karina’s messy black hair away from her drop dead gorgeous face.

“Of course. You’re the Black Ace, after all.”

Wonyoung leaned in so close that Karina would’ve had to hold her breath to hear it. “How about we fuck the life out of Jimin-unnie until she folds?”

Just the sound of her words sent chills through my bones.

“I’ve taught you well.” He chuckled as his hand settled at the nape of Karina’s neck. “On your knees,” he said, simply.

Karina obeyed, mouth falling open as if the command pulled it that way. The sound she made wasn’t angry anymore, just pure, raw submission. He stepped forward, and she immediately pressed her breasts together around his shaft, wetting him with spit as she coddled him between the softness, as if programmed to do so.

Yuna hummed aespa’s Supernova under her breath as she buckled Karina’s own strap-on to Wonyoung—tightening the belt a notch more than necessary. “There. Perfect.”

“Open,” Wonyoung ordered, and Karina obeyed, her lips parting around the glossy tip. “Clean Pink’s juices off.”

Karina sucked on the dildo obediently while her breasts wrapped the master’s length, her mouth and chest working in rhythm, saliva stringing between plastic and skin.

“Sunbae…master…I feel like I’m gonna explode…” Minju cried, her thighs trembling as her fingers worked fast, slipping in and out of her hole as she watched them without even blinking.

Wonyoung tilted her chin and met the master’s mouth over Karina’s bowed head. Their tongues wrestled for dominance as saliva dripped out onto Karina’s jiggling breasts. She swallowed more of the strap, cheeks hollowing as Wonyoung thrusted into her mouth; her breasts never stopped, squeezing his cock tighter, pushing him deeper into her cleavage.

“So nice and soft,” he groaned, pinching her nipples. “No one can replace your perfect tits, Rina.”

Wonyoung pulled the dildo out and slapped the spit all over Karina’s face. “Are you mute? Master gave you a compliment.”

“Thank you, Master.” Karina coughed, saliva spilling from the corner of her mouth. “My tits are yours to enjoy whenever and however you like.”

They continued, and eventually Karina’s elbows trembled—her body slipped, sliding down onto the carpet. He followed her, dropping to his knees and catching her by the hair.

“Open,” he ordered, and as her lips parted, he pushed his cock straight into her mouth, filling it to the hilt.

Karina gagged hard, eyes watering, palms flattening on his thighs. “Master—please—I—I’m not Wonyoung,” she choked out between breaths. “I can’t take it so deep—”

“Interesting...” Wonyoung moved behind her like a shadow. She spread Karina gently with one hand and gave a slow, deliberate lick from her clit up to between her cheeks, causing her to let out a loud yelp. “Pretty sure you said you were better than us at everything.”

Wonyoung lined up and pushed in—patient at first, letting Karina open around the glossy head, then deeper with each roll of her hips—while Master kept her mouth full, guiding her jaw and setting a steadier pace. Pinned between them on the rug, Karina surrendered to the rhythm as she took helplessly both at once for what felt like forever.

She gasped for air loudly as the master finally eased from her mouth, but before she could even catch her breath, Yuna shoved her onto her back and climbed over her face.

“Umph!” she shrieked through muffled flesh and juices.

“Sorry, unnie,” Yuna said, moving her hips unapologetically. “I just wanna see if your mouth is actually better than Wonnie’s—or if you’re just a lying whore.”

“I can’t take this anymore,” Yujin panted, pulling her shirt off. She climbed onto the couch, sucking on my neck like an animal as she shoved my cock right into her, not even bothering to watch the rest of the video.

The master slammed into Karina with a heavy, but steady rhythm that made the floor under them creak. Above her, Yuna rolled her hips in slow, punishing circles, pinning Karina’s wrists to the rug as Wonyoung sucked on her swollen nipples loudly, all while Minju watched helplessly, frantically rubbing herself as if her own climax could save someone.

Every scream turned into wet, muffled slurs. Karina’s body did all the talking—her breasts rippling with every thrust as her back arched against the weight of all of them above her. The sound that ripped out of her sliced through everything, like surrender was the only language left in her throat.

The rest of the video became a blur. Yujin rode me wildly, splashing her juices all over my skin as I watched him pull Karina upright just to ravage roughly her from behind. Her body braced against Wonyoung’s, as if begging for mercy from the one who carried out the sentence. Yuna firmly clutched onto Karina’s swaying breasts to hold them in place, pinching her nipples as the three of them shared a messy group kiss that sent Karina into a delirious rage.

“How does it feel to be ruined, unnie?” Wonyoung asked, her voice dripping with a cruelty new to even me. “Speak clearly so that Pink can hear you.”

“So good—fuck—”

“Tell me who’s inside you.”

“M-master’s giant cock—ruining my—my pussy—”

“And who stained your pretty lips?”

“Yuna—Yuna’s pussy—ruined my face—”

“Tsk tsk. Pathetic. So disgraceful.” Wonyoung snickered. “Are you not ashamed of behaving like this in front of Minju? Howling like a dog while Master fucks your brains out?”

“I’m—p-pathetic—a worthless fuckdoll—”

She slapped Karina firmly, sending a loud cracking sound straight into the microphone. “Who owns you?”

“S-Sunbae…” Minju held a hand out, unsure of who she was even calling to.

Karina’s ragged breaths tore through the room. “You—Won—Wonyoung—you own me—you’re my Black Ace, I’ll—serve both you and Master—”

“Do you know your place now?”

“Y-Yes—I’m sorry—please forgive me—”

“Beg.” Wonyoung’s palm kissed Karina’s cheek yet again. “Beg for mercy, whore.”

“Please—Wonyoung—I came so many times tonight—I can’t come anymore—please—”

“Oh my god…” Yujin moaned loudly and rode me harder, her body now completely damp with an intoxicating layer of sweat. “Wonbin….I’m so close…just a little more, okay? I’m really sorry for using you like this, but I’m really losing my mind. You’ll forgive me, right?”

Words couldn’t escape my mouth, but I replied with my hands and hips.

“Minju-sshi, come here,” Wonyoung ordered with terrifying authority.

“Y-yes, sunbae.” Minju obeyed like a lost puppy, her small body noticeably shorter than everyone else’s.

“Put your hand over her throat, just like this.” Wonyoung guided Minju’s fingers to Karina’s neck. “Don’t squeeze—just hold it there so she knows how worthless she is.”

Karina’s eyes widened as Minju’s lips parted nervously, splitting further by the second.

“Now tell Master to fuck her harder for me,” Wonyoung said, smirking.

“M-Master…” Minju said, fingers trembling violently around Karina’s neck. “P-Please fuck Jimin-sunbae harder…Wonyoung-sunbae demands it…”

His body moved harder, faster, turning Karina into a feral animal caught in a trap.

“Keep telling him what you want him to do, Minju,” Wonyoung said with a satisfied look on her face. “It’s all up to you now.”

Minju’s eyes widened, as if something had awakened in her that she never knew existed. “…Fuck her harder, Master…ruin her bratty cunt with your big, hard cock…”

“There you go,” Wonyoung sang, kissing her sweaty forehead. “Let it all out.”

“Make her beg more…and scream louder…while you use her…like a worthless fucktoy…”

“Just fold already, unnie. What are you trying to prove?” Yuna taunted, pulling Karina’s hair back from her forehead as she looked into her eyes that couldn’t stay open any longer. “They’re going to break you.”

“Paint her insides with your cum—” Minju’s pupils dilated as she stared hypnotically at Karina’s distorted face. “Destroy her—more—fuck her to dea—”

“Fold!” Karina’s whole body seized, voice cracking into a thousand pieces.“I fold!”

Everything stopped.

His hips stopped moving, and Wonyoung immediately yanked Minju’s hand off Karina’s throat. The room went quiet except for the ragged mess of Karina’s heavy breathing and the faint wet sounds of Minju still touching herself in tiny, guilty pulses.

Yujin dug her nails down my spine and gasped loudly, trembling against mine as the orgasm traveled through her sweaty body.

Wonyoung turned to Minju with a gentle smile. “See? We have to stop when she says ‘fold’. Those are the rules.”

***

“Every Ace has two safewords—the Fold to end the turn, and the Burn to end the game. Fold works like any other safeword, but Burn will immediately terminate their contract the moment it’s spoken. No retaliation, no fees, no blacklisting. But also no take-backs once spoken. Once you lose your Ace status, it’s gone. You can never get it back.”

The rain got heavier than before, or maybe it was just the storm inside my chest raging on.

“How would anyone ever know?”

“The society is always watching. Even Kings can lose their crown if they break the rules. Any hint of coercion and the Ace gets cut and the King goes down with them.”

I hadn’t noticed the last customer leave, or even the one before that. When thunder clapped, the room answered by going quiet—no clatter, no chatter—just a lone employee wiping down a table that didn’t need it.

“Why do you know so much about all of this?” I asked—when I really should’ve asked why a pocha was closing so early.

He looked at his phone and stuffed it in his pocket. “I was the Jack of Spades.”

“Was?”

“I helped Wonyoung make the deal with the King of Spades.” He stood up and swung his jacket over himself as lightning flashed behind him. “But I saw how much it destroyed her. Just like you, I couldn’t bear to watch anymore, so I convinced her to burn her card. And they burned mine first.”

I didn’t even bother to ask what a Jack was. I didn’t need to. Didn’t care to know anymore of their ridiculous terminology or their pretentious rules masked as righteousness. None of it mattered. None of it changed what I was going up against. A secret society operating in the shadows. A system of contracts, laws, and chains. A dragon so large, I couldn’t dream to cut off its head even if I gave up my life. Maybe the protagonist of another story could’ve had even a sliver of a chance, but not in this one. Not mine. Not me.

He stood and slid the check to my side as if it was payment for his secrets. “Take care of yourself, kid,” he said, but the words sounded more like a curse than kindness.

The bell over the door made a tired noise when he left. I stared at the metal bowl of untouched soup, and felt the sudden urge to hurl it at the wall—just to hear something break that wasn’t me.

But then my phone buzzed, right as the delayed thunder arrived.

For a second, I let myself believe it was Choi Mingyu again—perhaps one last, useful text. The kind of warning that saves a person five minutes before death. Something like don’t go home. Don’t answer unknown numbers. Don’t look up when someone says your name in a voice that sounds like yours.

But it wasn’t him.

Subject: Bad girls deserve to get punished.

I warned you to stay away.

You didn’t listen.

Now she pays the price.

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End of Chapter 9.

“Excuse me sir. I brought the files you requested.” Upon looking up from the papers, his voice died off. The man was nowhere to be seen. Not only that, but there was a girl lounging in a chair near his desk. But what caught his attention first wasn’t the girl sitting there. Instead it was something of the hot pink variety. Your panties.

You were laying awkwardly in the chair, your legs flung over the metal arm as you scrolled absentmindedly on your phone. You lay there in a light pink minidress, your heels dangling lazily over the arm of the chair. With your current lounging position, Heeseung could see right under your dress.

Confusion taking the forefront, he stands there silently, unsure of who you were and what you were doing in his boss’s office. An escort? A mistress? He wasn’t entirely sure. He had met the missus at the last company outing, and this wasn’t her.

Before he could ponder much longer, you spoke up, forcing his inner thoughts quiet.

“He stepped out. You can leave whatever you have on the desk. If you have a message for him, tell me and I’ll let him know when he gets back.” When there was no movement, you spoke up again. “Or you can write it on a post it note. No skin off my back,” you mutter, eyes finally climbing over your phone and catching on the well-dressed man standing there with a manilla folder in hand.

“Oh,” you blink at him, “hi.” He’s quite the looker in your standards. Doesn’t look ancient like the majority of the people in this building and no ring on his finger.

“Did you have something for my dad or are you here to see me?” Your flirtations immediately kick in at the sight of the man. You tuck the phone in your side, attention now fully trained on the stranger.

His daughter. You were his daughter. Not some random whore seducing the CEO. More importantly he just stared at his boss’s daughter’s underwear. And now he’s looking again, his eyes subconsciously falling there when you recross your legs.

When his eyes finally find their way back to your face, it seems he’s already been caught, a bright glossy smile gracing your lips.

“Is there something you need Mister,” you purr out with a bat of your lashes.

He clears his throat and forces himself to stare at something over your head. “Excuse me. I was looking for your father. There’s a few things on the documents I have to explain to him before I can leave them behind.”

“I’m sure I could relay the message if you’re willing to explain it to me.” He watches as you cock your head and shift your legs again, uncrossing them now for an unguarded view. Not just a hot pink sliver, but your whole print pressed against the fabric.

Fuck. Stop looking. He curses himself when he feels his cock jump in his boxers.

“I appreciate the offer, but I’ll just come back later. Thank you, though.” He turns on his feet, ready to sprint for the door and down the hall to his office. But he isn’t even able to take one step before his boss opens the door and walks into the office.

“Oh hello, Heeseung. I was about to email you. Did you bring those statements I requested?”

“Yes, sir. There are a few inconsistencies with the last two seasons, if I could show them to you.”

Your father nods and walks over to his desk, but not before knocking your legs off the arm of the chair. “Sit properly. You have home training,” he corrects you.

Huffing, you sit up straight, adjusting your minidress. “Apologies if she was rude towards you. We’re going out to eat with her mother today, and her car’s currently in the shop, so she had to tag along with me today.”

“I could’ve just gotten an uber and met you at the restaurant later.” You mutter with a pout, eyes now trained on your phone.

“I’m already losing enough money on your engine. We’re not paying for an unnecessary uber if you can just ride with me.”

A mocking mumble comes from you in response.

Heeseung comes to lean over your dad’s desk, pointing out the problems he noticed earlier. Right now, he’s doing his best to relay the important information to the man. 

It might be easier if you weren’t constantly adjusting your legs during the entire conversation. Even sitting properly, that poor excuse of a dress was making his train of thought slip away. If the constant panty flashing wasn’t enough, the eye fucking wasn’t making it any better. Your eyes were constantly roaming over him, scanning through his clothes and down his crotch. You couldn’t see his cock twitching in his slacks, but fuck did it feel like it with how hard you were staring.

By the time he was done relaying the information, he didn’t waste a second before shuffling down the hall and into his office

He sighed upon collapsing in his chair. His hand fell to his crotch, squeezing roughly to offset the current blood flow pooling between his legs. He was painstakingly hard right now. Heeseung groaned as his head fell back against the headrest. The fabric of his slacks felt extremely confining, and it was taking everything in him not to shuck his pants down to his ankles and stroke himself under his desk.

This thought, however, was interrupted by a knock at his door. He hissed and scooted closer to his desk before telling the person to come in.

As if sensing his current predicament, in waltzes you. The bright smile gracing your lips contrasts the look of dread that paints Heeseung’s face when you shut the door behind you.

“No need to look so excited, Mister…Lee,” you say after reading the namplate on his desk. He hates that you're calling him by his last name had an effect on him. He plays it cool, though.

“Is there something you need?”

“My dad told me to drop these off for you to take a look at.” Your false nails tapped against the desk after you placed down the folder. “Nice setup you got here. Definitely could use some decorations to really liven up the barf beige.”

“I’m not much of an interior decorator.” He keeps his focus on the computer while you poke and pry around his office. This is only a temporary solution because soon enough, you are sauntering around his desk and settling on the edge right next to him.

Now it’s impossible to ignore you, your soft, glittery, shadowed eyes looking down at him. “Do you have a girlfriend, Mister Lee?”

“That’s not an appropriate question for an office setting.”

“True,” you jut out your lips, “but I don’t work here.”

He huffs and drops his head. But this makes it worse, because now he’s staring directly at your soft thighs, squished together, and your heels dangling and kicking right next to him. Maybe if he answers your questions, you’ll leave faster.

“No, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Wife?”

“No”

“Fiance?”

“No.”

“Kids?”

He looks up at you, but you only cock your head playfully.

“No. Just me.”

You smile and nod in understanding.

“Cool.”

“Any other questions?”

“How fond are you of the color pink?”

“I prefer black.” He answers roughly

“Hm pity. Well, I’ll leave you to it.” Hopping off the wooden surface, you saunter over to the door. “Nice meeting you, Mister Lee.” You wink and shut the door behind you.

Once the telltale click sounds, he slumps in his chair. You’re a menace. There’s no other way of seeing it. You barely know the man, and from what he can gather, you’re already trying to get into his pants. He could be wrong, and this could just be an innocent little office crush, but you’re coming on extremely strong. 

Heeseung sighs and grabs the manila folder. He has work to do. He doesn’t have time to worry about shit like this. Sitting taller in his seat, he pulls himself together and flips open the folder to assess the documents.

“Oh fuck,” he curses and then pulls the item out of the now empty folder. Scratch that. A demon. That’s what you are. How else would he be able to explain the hot pink item currently squeezed tightly in his palm?

Your thong. Your fucking hot pink thong was now in his possession, meaning you were just parading around his office with no underwear on. Hell, you were sitting on his desk. Looking down to the surface you had earlier planted yourself on, he sees a small trail of wetness left behind on the edge.

Grunting, he pulls himself up from his desk and makes a quick trip to the door. With a sharp flick of his fingers, he clicks the metal and he secures his privacy.

Then, he tugs at his belt on the short walk back to his chair. His pants are already pooling to his feet before he can sit down. Fuck work right now. He needed an early lunch break.

After that short encounter with you, Heeseung couldn’t get you out of his head. That tiny pink dress you wore and how little of you it covered. That devilish thong you hand-delivered to his office. Your sweet scent that had perfumed his office with your visit. The same scent trapped in his nostrils now as he attempts to make himself a cup of coffee. 

He’s going mad. It’s a new day and his cock is stirring in his trousers just at the thought of you. You’re not even fucking here. Shoving his hand in his pocket, he tries to adjust himself subtly as two of his coworkers walk in.

“Hey Heeseung. Did you see the new girl working over in finance?” Jake asks.

“Hm?”

“Yeah, I saw her by the printer earlier this morning. She was wearing pink and high heels,” Jungwon says. “Pretty hard to miss her in a place like this.” He references the dreary environment, his eyes catching on the gray peeling paint next to the ancient microwave. It didn’t take a rocket scientist for Heeseung to gather who the new girl was.

Jake hisses, remembering the shoes he saw you in earlier that day. “I can’t imagine wearing something like that for more than an hour.”

“She’ll learn fast enough to invest in some flats,” Heeseung says.

“I hope not,” Jake mutters as he retrieves his lunch.

Jungwon nudges him. “You better not try anything. For one, you already have a strike with HR from your little display at last month’s meeting. Second, she’s the boss’s daughter. You’d be a dead man.”

“I didn’t know all my tabs were gonna show on the projector,” Jake blushes and retreats.

Heeseung keeps Jungwon’s words in mind when hi slips back into his office. You’re trouble. The worst kind of trouble and Heeseung wanted no part of it. Even if he had your panties wrapped around his cock for an indescribable amount of time, it would end there. He wouldn’t allow it to go any further. 

He’ll lock you out, metaphorically and physically. If you can’t get in, then he’s safe. That’s what he tells himself until he turns around and finds you spinning around in his chair.

“Hey Mister Lee,” you say, elbows propped up on the edge of his desk.

Of course it wouldn’t be that easy. He sighs and walks around his desk. 

“Move,” he says and shoos at you until you move from his seat. But then you just saddle yourself on his desk, heels kicking while you watch him unlock his desktop. He should’ve known. There’s no winning with you.

Your flowy hot pink dress flutters around your upper thighs when you settle in. “What ya doin’?”

“Working,” he replies coldly

When his eyes don’t stray from his monitor, you pout and kick your heel into the side of his chair. You watch his lip twitch, a wicked smile blooming on your lips.

“Do you like my dress?”

“It doesn’t exactly comply with the dress code. Someone could report you, you know.”

This does little to phase you. “No point. I’m just here to earn a little money until my car’s done. And plus, my dad assigned me to work under you,” you purr. “You wouldn’t report me now, would you, Mister Lee?”

A gritted answer falls from his lips when the edge of her heel meets his thigh. “I’m considering it.”

“Oh yeah. I was making copies of these for you. Mr. Kim told me to give these to you.” You pull out a folder from behind your back and hold it out in front of his monitor, stealing his attention.

He turns his gaze to you. “There are actual files in here this time, right?” 

“Of course,” you say.

With a pointed glare, he takes the folder from your hand and opens it up. 

Low and behold, there are papers inside. The grant approval they were waiting for from one of their sponsors. But there was also a black item resting on top.

Your lips curl up when he quickly snatches it up and stuffs it into his pocket.

“I had to go out and buy that the other day since I don’t really own much black.”

“For fuck’s sake, what the hell is wrong with you?” he seethes.

“You don’t like my present? I was wearing them all day today just before bringing them to you. Still warm, right?” You brace your hands behind you, settling your weight into your palms before letting your legs spread open. “I even made sure that they were extra wet for you in the bathroom.” You pout as if truly hurt by his denial of your gift to him. You had to try so hard to keep yourself quiet in that tiny stall with your hand shoved underneath your skirt. The least he could do was express his gratitude.

Lingering eyes only did so much for you, even now as he stares openly at your drooling sex. His cock was stirring, and you didn’t want to just look at it all day. You wanted it nestled deep inside of you.

“Anyways, since I work for you now. Is there anything you need from me? Any tasks I should be completing?” Your voice softens when you push your heel between his legs, drawing attention to your awareness of his erection whilst also making your legs wider for an unencumbered view of all that you have to offer.

His hand wraps around your ankle. “You need to leave,” he grunts when your foot presses down.

“But I want to be of assistance, Mister Lee. Let me help you.” You purr as you scoot your hips closer to the edge of the desk.

Heeseung works for your dad. Heeseung technically outranks you. And Heeseung could easily have you reported to both HR and your father within minutes. But Heeseung is also a weak man. So weak that he slaps your foot away from his lap, only to push your back flat on his desk and pin your thighs to your chest. The air shoots from your lungs at his fast movements.

“You wanna help me? Then shut the fuck up for once,” he says before latching his mouth onto you and licking up the delicious trail of juices you were beginning to leak on his desk. The taste hits him immediately, and he groans into it. He watches you slap your hands over your mouth, squeaked sounds muffling when he wraps his lips around your clit.

Your back aches under the press of the hardwood, but you feel so good right now, you couldn’t ask to have it anywhere else. Reaching out one hand, you pull on Heeseung’s hair. His tongue pushes deeper, and your head knocks back against the desk.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, chest rising and falling as your climax grows closer. “Mister Lee.”

“Stop talking,” he says, pulling away before you get the chance to finish.

A protest is on the tip of your tongue, but he’s quick to pull your panties from his pocket and shove them into your mouth. The taste of your own juices settles on your tongue.

“I planned on saving those for later, but I don’t think I need them anymore, now do I?” 

Pulling you off the desk and onto your feet, he spins you around. He presses your chest down and pushes your dress up your back.Then, he undoes his pants and pulls out his cock, letting it rest heavy in between your ass cheeks. He marvels at the sight, your hips shaking as you lie in wait for his cock to push into you. He ruts up your crack. A bead of precum falls onto your lower back.

“Is your pussy so neglected you’re willing to sleep with anybody, hm?” He grips your cheeks and pushes them together, grinding to watch more of his arousal drip out. “Is that what it is? You such a horny mess you’ll fuck your dad’s employees?” he tuts.

You scramble in your heels to push up on your toes, praying that he’ll somehow find your hole and fuck you properly. He grins at your desperate display before kicking your legs wider, forcing you back down. You groan and look over your shoulder.

“Is this what you want?” His cock moves down to nestle between your folds. Slick sounds produce when he rocks back and forth just missing your clit by millimeters. He watches you beg with your body. How your pussy flutters around him, your eyes blink up at him blearily, your back arches so beautifully. 

“You want me to fuck you?” he rasps while pushing in. You gasp and bite down on the cotton. His cock pushes deeper and every inch makes your eyes grow wider.

“Fuck.” Dragging out slowly, Heeseung stares at the wet mess coating his cock. You squeeze around his tip in hopes he’ll stop messing around. You need him to fuck you.

With one hand fixed to your hip and his other gripping onto your shoulder, he slams deep into you. The desk creaks and you lose your footing once more. Your legs fly into the air in a struggle to balance on the floor, but he doesnt stop this time. You wanted him to fuck you, so now he’s doing it. His hips slap against your ass. Grunt after grunt, he feeds you his cock. He pistons deep inside you until you’re gripping on the edge of the desk to hold yourself. 

“You were so desperate to be fucked. Where’s all that energy now?”

Heeseung laughs when your sweaty palms slip on the wood. “Can’t take it?” He then follows up with a hard nudge of his cock deep inside of you. Before you can even process it, you’re falling apart around him. Your cum is providing an extra coating for him and then he’s burying his own release with your walls. 

He grinds his cock into you before wrapping his arm around your waist. You’re practically dead weight, but he hauls you off the desk and into his lap in his chair. He lets your legs fall apart, then introduces his free hand to your clit. 

You squeal when he begins rubbing swift circles. “Shut up,” he grits into your ear. You’re squeezing tight around him, hips shaking incessently while he finishes you off once more. It’s euphoric and spine-tingling the way it moves through you so suddenly. Electric would be the best descriptor for how it feels. You can hardly breathe by the time he relents and lets you slide off his lap.

“Do you need another task for today?” 

From then on, the next two weeks were filled with you showing up to work in some less than savory outfit choices and Heeseung taking every opportunity available to use that beautiful body of yours.

Jake had walked into his office on one of these days. 

“Hey Heeseung, did you get those tax statements finished? I have to get them over to Jay before he curses me out again.” Jake flops down in one of the chairs in front of Heeseung’s desk.

“Yeah, I told _________ to send them to you earlier. Guess she must have forgotten,” Heeseung tsks, sending a quick glare under his desk. You lower your eyes from his, pushing down until he settles at the back of your throat. It truly had slipped your mind. It was one of the very few and simple tasks Heeseung had assigned you to take care of that morning before giving you your current task. He had to give you some real work so your father wouldn’t grow suspicious. Such a minuscule task, but you couldn’t even handle that much.

You give a harsh suck as an apology, but you know it won’t suffice. Within seconds of Jake leaving the room, he’ll have you on top of his desk. Your thighs clench at the thought of it. You shouldn’t be anticipating it, but you’ve been under his desk for hours, and you need some sort of attention.

“Speaking of her, how’s she been? She doesn’t really seem like the office-savvy type.”

“She not,” Heeseung bucks up into your mouth, “but I’ve found a few tasks here and there that she can handle.”

Jake nods. “I heard Friday’s supposed to be her last day. You think I should get her number before she leaves? Since she won’t be working here anymore, I don’t think it’ll be a problem if I ask her out.”

Heeseung smirks and brings one hand under his desk, carding his fingers through your hair. You relax under the soft scratches for the first few seconds. But it’s not long before he’s winding his fingers in your hair and pushing your head down until your nose nestles into his pubic bone.

Your harsh gag is covered when Heeseung raises his voice to speak. “Why are you so set on her? You haven’t even talked to her once.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, dude, but she’s a walking boner magnet. She was wearing this miniskirt the other day, and I could see her underwear when she bent over to pick up some papers she dropped.”

“Oh yeah?” Heeeseung pushes up a brow in question while bobbing your head on his lap. “One thing I can say is that she’s a walking uniform violation. There hasn’t been one day she’s been here where she hasn’t worn something worthy of getting sent to HR.”

You blush, running your tongue up the underside of his cock. He shivers subtly, and you bite back a smirk before he pushes you back down.

“Don’t act as if you hate it. All the guys in the building have made up an excuse or two just to come visit finance for a second to get a look at her,” Jake says.

It was true. There were people who never even set foot on their floor who would take an elevator trip only to watch her move around the office for a few short moments. It’s why Heeseung preferred having her hidden away in his office or under his desk like this. Not only because your pretty mouth and tight cunt worked wonders on his cock, but also because everyone was constantly vying for your attention when you had things to do. 

They were all desperate to just breathe your air, and yet here you are perched comfortably under his desk, swallowing Heeseung back like he was the most delicious meal. He wasn’t oblivious to your eager fingers slipping under your dress, but he would let it slide. For now, at least.

“Plus, she’s got the whole building smelling like a bakery. Especially your office. Did she decorate in here?” His eyes shot around the room, taking in the small pink accents that obviously weren’t an addition of Heeseung’s.

“Yeah,” Heeseung grits out when Jake gets up to touch one of the plants you added to his room. He fingered with the glittery bow, unaware that behind him, Heeseung was fucking up into your mouth. One of your hands squeezed his thigh, signaling for reprieve. Meanwhile, the other was knuckles deep inside of you, riding your fingers while his cock tickled the back of your throat.

“Should I ask her if she could decorate my office, too?” Jake asks. 

His condition is the amount of semen released everytime he masturbated is too much compared to others and always erected that it affects his everyday life. Asa is very…. interested about that.

Asa adjusted her lab coat, her eyes gleaming with professional curiosity behind her glasses. Ryota had piqued her interest with his unusual complaint. Unbelievable amount of semen? That was certainly a novel presentation she hadn't encountered before.

She glanced at the clock, noting the time. Ryota should be arriving shortly. Asa decided to use the wait to review some relevant literature on seminal production and male reproductive health. Perhaps there was an underlying physiological issue contributing to his excessive ejaculate volume…

Asa's fingers danced across the keyboard of her computer, searching for articles related to Ryota's situation. Her mind whirred with hypotheses - could Ryota's unique situation be linked to overstimulation of these glands? Or perhaps an imbalance in hormone regulation?

Just then, the door swung open and Ryota entered, looking nervous and shy. "Dr. Asa, thank you for seeing me on short notice."

Asa smiled warmly, putting him at ease. "Of course, Ryota. Please, have a seat." She gestured to the examination table. "Let's take a closer look at what might be causing of your… unusual amount of semen."

Ryota's hands trembled as he reached for the zipper of his pants, his heart pounding loudly that he surely knows that Asa heard it. Exposing himself to a woman, let alone a medical professional, made him acutely self-conscious. But his desire for relief from his problem outweighed his embarrassment.

With a deep breath, he slowly pulled down the zipper, his erection springing free. Ryota couldn't bring himself to meet Asa's gaze, his cheeks burning with shame and arousal. The cool air of the clinic caressed his sensitive cock, making it twitch involuntarily.

Asa observed Ryota's discomfort with empathetic understanding, her clinical detachment tempered by a hint of fascination. She leaned forward, her eyes locked onto the impressive size and girth of his engorged penis. "May I?"

Ryota nodded slowly. He was about to experience a woman's touch to his cock for the first time in his life. His heart beating fast in anticipation. He knew it's bad to fantasize about sex with her but he can't help but to have these thoughts.

Asa gently grasped Ryota's shaft, her gloved fingers wrapping around the warm, velvety skin. She felt a slight tremble run through him at her touch, and a spark of curiosity ignited within her. This was unlike anything she'd experienced during routine examinations.

"Your erection seems quite substantial." Asa commented, her voice steady despite the thrill coursing through her. She began to stroke him slowly, assessing the texture and responsiveness of his cock. "I must admit, I'm intrigued by your unique cock."

Ryota gasped softly, his hips instinctively bucking into Asa's hand. The sensation of her touch, combined with the taboo nature of the encounter, sent a jolt of forbidden pleasure through him.

Sensing Ryota's arousal, Asa slightly smirked. She knows it's unethical to perform sexual intimacy with her clients but she did it with some of her clients before.

Asa's fingers continued it's sensual exploration, tracing the prominent veins and ridges of Ryota's throbbing member. She marveled at the way it pulsed in her grip, a testament to his intense arousal. Despite knowing it was highly inappropriate, a part of her relished the power she held over him in this moment.

"So, Ryota, tell me more about your sexual experiences… or lack thereof." Asa prompted, her voice low and husky. She maintained eye contact, searching for any signs of deception.

Ryota squirmed under her piercing gaze, his blush deepening. "To be honest, Doctor, I've never been with anyone. I've always been too shy, and my condition makes me feel… different. Girls at school avoiding me because they saw my erection through my pants, It made them think I'm pervert."

"Oh really? That's pretty bad. For me, This is the most unique and good-looking cock I've ever seen in my whole life. Those girls are just petty." She removed her gloves then resumes stroking his cock.

Asa's bare fingers glided along Ryota's heated flesh, sending shivers up his spine. "Obviously the circumcision doctor did it's great job, You also took a great care of it. Some men doesn't even know how to clean their cocks properly during shower."

When a bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip of his cock, Asa's curiosity got the better of her. Without hesitation, she leaned in and swiped her tongue across the salty droplet, savoring the taste. Ryota's sharp gasp and the way his body tensed told her the sensation was not unpleasant for him.

"Mmm~ Quite flavorful."

Asa starts increasing the pace of stroking his cock. She leaned down as her mouth enveloped Ryota's cockhead, her tongue dancing along the sensitive tip. She took her time, savoring the flavor and texture of his cock. Ryota's moans filled the room, his body taut with pleasure as he fought the urge to grasp Asa's hair. He thought it would be disrespectful if he did it without permission.

Her skilled lips and tongue worked in harmony, coaxing forth more of his potent pre-cum. Asa swallowed each drop greedily, relishing the taste of his arousal. She increased the suction, her nose pressing against his pubic bone as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft.

Ryota's grip on the exam table tightened, his knuckles turning white.

Asa's mouth slid effortlessly along Ryota's thick length, her throat constricting around his girth. She picked up speed, driven by a mix of professional curiosity and growing lust. The musky scent of his arousal filled her nostrils, spurring her on.

Ryota's hips bucked involuntarily, his cock hitting the back of Asa's throat. She relaxed her muscles, allowing him to thrust deeper. Saliva leaking down her chin as she struggled to accommodate his impressive size.

With a final, powerful suck, Asa pulled back just enough to whisper. "Come for me, Ryota. Let me see what all the fuss is about."

Asa continued sucking Ryota's cock until he finally reached his climax after several minutes of stimulation.

As Ryota's orgasm hit, his cock jerked violently in Asa's mouth. Thick ropes of semen erupted, painting her tongue and filling her mouth with his potent seed. She gulped it down eagerly, her eyes widening in amazement at the sheer volume and how many times that his cock keeps pulsating as it keeps shooting semen.

Asa pulled away, a string of cum connecting her lips to his still-throbbing member. She licked her lips, savoring the lingering taste.

"Well, well, well.." Asa breathed, it seems we've found the source of your problem. "Your seminal vesicles produce an extraordinary amount of fluid." Asa resumes examinating Ryota's cock which is still hard and throbbing despite the first orgasm.

Asa stood up, she shed her lab coat and blouse, revealing the creamy expanse of her breasts confined by a lacy bra. She watched Ryota's eyes widen, his gaze fixed on her semi-nude body. A sly smile played on her lips as she stepped closer, her hands deftly unfastening her bra.

"Let's test a theory, shall we?" Asa purred, letting the garment fall away. Her pert nipples stiffened in the cool air, drawing Ryota's attention like magnets. "If your second orgasm produces the same result, we may have found a solution to your unique problem."

Without waiting for a response, Asa pulled down her lacy panties. Exposing her wet clit to his sight. She reached for Ryota's still-erect cock, her fingers wrapping around the hot, pulsing flesh as she aligned it on her wet core.

Asa positioned Ryota's rigid cock at the entrance to her slick folds, her breathing growing ragged with anticipation. She looked at him, her eyes smoldering with desire and a hint of mischief.

"You're going to fuck me, Ryota." Asa whispered, her voice husky with need. "And I want to know if you can fill me up just as much as you did to my mouth earlier."

Ryota tensed at the sudden turn of events. He never ever thought any of this. With a shaky nervous voice. "W-wait, Dr. Asa. T.. This might get you in trouble, right?"

Asa chuckled darkly. "Oh, Ryota-kun... No need to worry about that. I've done this to my previous clients. What happens here, stays here."

With a gentle push, Asa impaled herself on his thick cock, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth. She threw her head back, a low moan escaping her lips as he sank deep inside her.

Ryota's hands gripped Asa's hips, steadying himself as she began to move. This is Ryota's first time having sex and so far, he's loving it.

Asa set a steady rhythm, her hips undulating as she rode Ryota's cock. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, her inner muscles clenching around him. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, and captured his lips in a searing kiss.

Ryota responded eagerly, his inexperience giving way to raw passion. He plundered Asa's mouth, his tongue tangling with hers as he lost himself in the sensations she evoked. His hands roamed her curves, mapping the contours of her body as he pounded into her with increasing fervor.

Asa broke the kiss, panting heavily. "That's it, Ryota. Keep fucking me." she urged, her voice strained with pleasure.

Asa's words spurred Ryota on, his hips snapping against hers with renewed vigor. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and moans of pleasure. Asa's nails dug into Ryota's shoulders, urging him deeper, harder.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, two strangers united in a primal dance of lust. Ryota's cock throbbed inside Asa, the pressure building quickly. She could feel his impending climax, her own orgasm teetering on the edge.

"Don't stop, Ryota." Asa gasped, her voice a desperate plea. "Make me come with you."

Asa's words were Ryota's undoing. With a hoarse cry, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsating as he unleashed a torrent of semen deep within her womb. "Oh God… Too much… Too much cum… fuck, I feel full." Asa's walls clenched around him, milking his shaft as her own orgasm crashed over her in waves.

They collapsed together, spent and panting, their hearts racing in tandem. Asa felt his excess semen leaking from their jointed genitals.

After a while, Asa pulled aback. She felt a sense of loss when his cock is no longer inside of her but she remained professional.

Asa straightened her clothes, a faint sheen of sweat still glistening on her skin. Though she had just engaged in a deeply personal act with a patient, she maintained a professional demeanor. After all, Ryota was just another client, albeit one with a rather… exceptional issue.

"I must say, Ryota, your condition isn't all bad." Asa remarked, her tone measured. "In fact, there's people who might find you quite appealing." She paused, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Women like myself, for instance, often enjoy being thoroughly filled just like you did to me."

Asa's gaze met Ryota's, her expression softening. "So don't view your situation as a curse."

Ryota pulled up his pants, a sense of gratitude and newfound confidence washing over him. Asa's words had given him a fresh perspective on his situation. "I understand what you meant, Dr. Asa. I felt nervous earlier but now... I feel... relieved." He pulled out money from his pocket then gave it to her as a payment for an intense genital check-up.

Just as he turned to exit, Asa's voice stopped him. "Remember, Ryota. You're welcome to come back anytime for a special test, just like today. You don't need to pay me next time." She handed him a piece of paper with her personal number written on the back. "Give me a call whenever you need to… relieve yourself."

A mischievous glint in her eyes as she winked at him. Ryota's face flushed, but he managed a grateful nod before slipping out of her clinic, the paper clutched tightly in his hand with a smile on his face.

"You want some?" she asked, taking up a boxing posture. "Huh? Didn't think so, bitchass! Take that ass back to the Andromeda galaxy." She turned to Jerry, who was standing with a camera filming her workout video. She squared up to him next, throwing jabs at the camera lens.

"Want some?" she asked. "N-not really," Jerry said. "You're gonna get some anyway!" Sullyoon blurted out, taking a swipe at his leg with her foot. "Hey! You're scaring me!" Jerry said, almost dropping the camera. "I swear to the fucking fuck, if you drop that fucking camera I'll beat your ass!" Sullyoon shouted.

Her shouting and posture attracted the attention of two white girls, both of them marching over angrily. One threw her hat down, shouting at Sullyoon. "Who the fuck do you think you are using that wor-" Her words were cut off by Sullyoon's fist, which smashed into the side of her face.

"Here we go," Jerry said from behind the camera, ensuring he was still rolling by checking the red light on the front. Sullyoon advanced on the second girl, who raised a hand like she was going to strike Sullyoon.

Sullyoon kicked her in the thigh with a deafening sound like a gunshot. The woman collapsed, screaming and clutching her leg. Sullyoon paused for a moment, then turned to the camera to give two thumbs up and a smile. "And that's how you beat up a white bitch!" she said.

She was suddenly right in front of the camera, her hand grabbing the lens. "Jerry turn the fucking camera off we gotta go," she whispered, sprinting down the stairs so fast that she nearly tripped.

"Can you believe this shit?" Sullyoon said, now holding a microphone as she stood in front of the camera with a large rectangular body of water behind her. "We're here at this fucking piece of shit puddle of water they call a memorial, and it's full of fucking algae and trash."

"Look at this fucking bullshit," she said, yanking a large piece of dark colored paint out of the water that had a plastic bag attached. "The dumb fucking idiots that did this don't realize that painting it a dark color means it absorbs the light, creating the perfect place for algae to fucking bloom."

"And of course, there's trash everywhere. There's bags, there's cans, there's a fucking magnum size XXL condom some donkey dick bull used to tear the lining of some poor slut's pussyhole." Sullyoon rambled on, and Jerry felt the color draining from his face with each passerby.

She stood close to the camera, only her face visible as she continued on. "This is what you fucking get when you let fat jewish reptilians buy their way into politics. You get a cesspool full of plastic, algae, and cum-filled condoms. Slurp it up, dumbasses!"

"You'll never find a filthier hive of scum and villainy than what's behind me right now," Sullyoon said into the camera, now standing in Palisade Park with the gleaming resort hotel in the background.

"In that big dick shaped hotel back there, someone, probably multiple someones, are getting sodomized right now. Fucked in the ass by rock hard donkey dicks from Kenya. I'm talking gaped, stretched, no lube, no mercy. Just a flat out black cock anal annihilation."

"Just like this." Sullyoon reached in front of her, grabbing an invisible pair of hips and thrusting her own back and forth. "Yeah, take that dick, take it!" Sullyoon said.

"Sully what the fuck?" Jerry finally asked, holding his hands out with an expression on his face. "Shut the fuck up and keep filming, dumbass," Sullyoon said, sneering at him. Jerry rolled his eyes, pushed his glasses back up, and returned to filming.

"As I stand here, the president of St Marius, Lee Ji-eun, has accidentally gone live on the Spades app and is streaming her blown-out blacked butthole for about four and a quarter million people worldwide!" Sullyoon held her phone screen up to the camera, showing IU riding a black bull enthusiastically.

"Look at her go!" Sullyoon said. She turned the screen and looked at it, falling silent for a few seconds. "Look at her ride that big juicy black donkey dick..." she trailed off, licking her lips absentmindedly.

"Anyway, that's our beloved president getting fucked on stream!" Sullyoon said, tucking her phone away. "In other news, this fucking blows and I'm going back to Olya and my radio shack." Sullyoon made a motion with her hand and Jerry stopped recording.

They boarded a private boat, setting off for Olya. Sullyoon was silent for the entire three hour trip, seemingly distracted by the ocean scenery and the occasional spray of cool water on her face. Her only words were a "wooooooow!" when what looked like a whale breached the surface in the distance, crashing back into the water.

Jerry had recorded it, and he was playing it back when he noticed the shape wasn't quite right for a whale. It had a long snout and a flattened head, and he could just make out the open mouth being full of huge knife-like teeth. He brushed it off, thinking he just didn't know enough about whale species.

"You know, Jerry, when humans finally flush themselves down the proverbial porcelain drain, whales and squid are going to fight the orcas for the scraps."

"What?" Jerry asked. "Why do you think they refuse to explore the ocean?" "Because there's nothing all that special in it?" "Jerry, you fucking idiot. There's an entire civilization down there. Atlanteans, sea dwarves, and the portal to hell itself. That's where demons come from, Jerry, they come from the fucking ocean."

They reached the northern docks of Cretaceous County, where they disembarked with a dozen others and made their way to the radio station that Sullyoon had purchased a couple years prior.

It was borderline decrepit, a former SMDF weather station that had seen better times. It sat abandoned for a decade before she purchased it, and her first visit found it covered in vines and other foliage that took weeks to remove.

But she had a seaside view, and a massive radio tower to broadcast her late night talk show with, so she was mostly happy.

It was late when Sullyoon went live on air, sitting across from Belle. Her usual bumper music played while she shuffled papers and notes, preparing for the show.

"Hellooooo St Marius!" Sullyoon said excitedly into the microphone. "Welcome to the best alternative talk radio station in ALL of the Caribbean, and probably the world. I'm your host, the based and redpilled Sullyoon, and you're listening to KBBC 69, the place for all your conspiracy theories, cryptids, cover-ups, and of course the ever popular Call and Cum power hour!"

Sullyoon did a little drumroll on the edge of her desk, then got right to work. "Biggest news of the day is our incompetent slut of a president went live and exposed her gaping butthole for everyone to see," Sullyoon said bluntly.

"While getting absolutely demolished by a black guy," Belle added. "Well, that's expected around here." Sullyoon shrugged. "But like, how the fuck do you go live by accident with a black cock in your guts that's the size of a submarine sandwich?" "Sometimes you just gotta show bitches what's up, that's why she's the president," Belle replied. "You know what, respect. If the president wants to go live draining some big black refugee balls, that's why she's the baddie in charge." Sullyoon shuffled some papers.

"Anyway, got a story here, a listener submitted it and I have verified the authenticity to be one hundred percent genuine. It's a chilling tale about Mothman fucking the shit out of this dude's wife and now he's raising the kid. How fucked up is that? Mothman rawdogged this guys wife and left him with this grotesque half-moth kid that's addicted to big fucking lamps," Sullyoon said. "Didn't know Mothman was black," Belle said. "Mothman stepped out for milk and bread, ended up in New Jersey instead." "Do you think the wife has some big ol' lamps? I mean, why else would Mothman be attracted to a human woman?" "From the sounds of it she has massive fucking lamps," Sullyoon replied.

The next day, the three of them had spent the afternoon at the boardwalk, and were now visiting their favorite ramen restaurant. The bell above the door rang, announcing their presence. "I'm telling you Belle, this place is one hundred percent goblin and vampire free, right Ichiro?" Sullyoon asked the old man behind the counter, who nodded.

"Like I said, the best way to deal with one of those stupid little goblins is to hit them with pocket sand that's mixed up with some garlic and salt, they hate it," Sullyoon said to Belle, who was nodding knowingly.

"That's really smart, Sully," she replied, seating herself on a stool at the corner of the counter. The three of them stared at menus for a minute or two, then Sullyoon rapped her hand on the counter to order.

Ichiro brought their noodles soon after, and Jerry almost instantly spilled his bowl.

"Jerry you stupid fucking dumbass, what the fuck are you doing?" Sullyoon shouted, rising from her seat to avoid getting broth on her clothes. "I can't take your black ass anywhere," she muttered as the waitress began to clean up the mess.

"I'm sorry, he's black," Sullyoon said, rolling her eyes at Jerry. "Earlier, we tried to take him up on a Ferris wheel and he was crying in the gondola like the sissy liberal bitch he is," she said. The waitress just nodded quietly while soaking up the soup. "Embarrassing, you broke ass black piece of shit," Sullyoon said.

Jerry seemed largely unfazed, and the waitress brought him more noodles. "Be careful, dumbass, don't knock that one over," Belle said to him. Jerry pushed his glasses up, taking a bite out of the steaming bowl.

Sullyoon looked around, seeing a black man in a wheelchair sitting across from a woman with her hood up. In the corner was a couple making out, and Ichiro was reading a book quietly.

Ichiro walked up to Sullyoon, laying the book out in front of her and tapping a page silently. It had a drawing on it of a monster with big bulging eyes, fangs, and wings. "That's Mothman, Ichiro, we just talked about him banging some poor guys wife on the show last night."

"Ah, no good, wife is slut," Ichiro said dismissively in a thick asian accent. "She had some gigantic lamps, Ichiro," Sullyoon said, holding her hands up to her chest like she was presenting a pair of big invisible tits. "Big lamps! Moth like!" Ichiro said, laughing. "I like big lamps," Jerry mumbled. "Jerry shut the fuck up!" Sullyoon and Belle shouted at him in sync. "Big fuckin' lamps," Jerry said, smiling dumbly as big tits filled his mind.

"Have a good night, Ichiro!" Sullyoon said when they finished eating. She left a large tip on the counter for him, and a stack of business cards that he had the waitress set out at every table.

Back at the radio station it was approaching two in the morning, and Jerry had no pants on. "Maybe the president is right," Sullyoon said, running her tongue across Jerry's surging black shaft, coaxing out a deep, dumb moan from Jerry's lips.

"Maybe getting down and dirty with filthy fucking black cock live on stream is the way to go," Sullyoon said, feeling Jerry pulse violently as she spoke. Belle sat beside her on her knees, running her tongue over Jerry's heavy balls with her cell phone in hand, pointed at the two of them.

They were streaming on Spades, just like IU had done, but instead of four and a half million they only had an audience of about three thousand. That was more than enough for Sullyoon, whose lips were wrapped around Jerry's throbbing cockhead, sucking it into her mouth while Belle tugged on his nuts with hers.

Jerry took the phone with a shaking hand, trying to hold it steady, aiming it straight at them. He bit his lip and groaned, eyes twitching uncontrollably as Sullyoon started to suck him faster. Belle nuzzled her face into his balls, burying herself underneath them with her tongue sliding down to try and find his ass.

"Nnnngggghhh!" Jerry groaned, his eyes rolling back once Belle shoved her tongue into his asshole. Sullyoon let his BBC flop free with a wet pop, stroking it with both hands while licking the head. Jerry tensed up, grunting with his tongue hanging out.

Spurts of thick cum shot straight into the air, arcing high enough to splatter across his belly and hit his glasses. Sullyoon's face had been blasted by it, drenched in thick nut that dripped from her nose and chin in viscous globs.

"What the fuck, you nine pump chump!" Sullyoon shouted, flicking the cum out of her eyes. Belle wrapped her hands around Sullyoon's face, her tongue dragging across it to gather up the load that Jerry had spilled prematurely.

"Can't let any go to waste, right guys?" Belle said, smiling for the audience that flooded the chat. "We're at six thousand, Sully," Belle said, her tongue parting Sullyoon's lips to drive itself into her mouth. Sullyoon moaned deeply, savoring the taste of black seed being pressed onto her tongue.

She gripped Belle by the back of the head, kissing her intensely, their tongues entwining as they made out. Their naked chests pressed together, hands groping and caressing, moaning as they finally slowed down and turned back to Jerry and the camera.

Their tongues lapped up the cum on his belly and chest, then traveled up his neck and began to lick the lenses of his glasses clean. "H-holy fu-fuck," Jerry said, shaking nervously, unable to keep the camera steady. Belle took the camera and held it instead, stroking Jerry with her free hand until he was hard again.

Sullyoon pressed her lips to Jerry's, causing him to shake violently. His hips bucked, and he had to restrain himself from cumming immediately at the touch of Belle's hand that stroked up and down. Sullyoon smiled, gently wrapping a hand around his throat.

"You wanna fuck this tight Korean pussy, don't you, boy?" she asked him. Jerry felt his brain melting, tongue hanging out stupidly. "You wouldn't last three minutes in this pussy," Sullyoon whispered to him, staring directly into his eyes.

Belle giggled as a second load shot out, spraying across his stomach helplessly. Jerry's chest heaved, his eyes twitched painfully, and Sullyoon straddled his waist, pulling his messy black cock upward to aim it at her pussy.

"I'm going to milk this big black dick," Sullyoon said, biting her lip as she looked into the camera with a devious smile. "I'll make him cum in this pussy, I'll make him fucking black breed me."

Belle started fingering herself, moaning as Sullyoon slid down Jerry's spent dick. He surged back to a full erection the moment his flaring head met her inner walls. "Three minutes, you black piece of shit," she said to him, smiling as she pressed her hips downward to take in more of his black cock.

Jerry tried to reach up and put his hands on her ass, or anywhere, but they just flopped back down to his sides. He felt helpless as Sullyoon started to ride him slowly. He moaned with his mouth wide open, his eyes closed, trying not to cum for a third time.

The noises emanating from Jerry's mouth were nothing short of crazed animal sounds. Sullyoon rode him slowly, her hips rocking up and down, her lips pulled tight as she struggled not to burst out laughing.

"Yeah, you like that?" she asked him, getting a short nod in return. "You fucking like when I ride your big black dick?" she asked, running her hands through her hair to brush it back into a ponytail, holding onto it as she rode him.

Jerry let out a girlish scream, the muscles in his neck tightening as his eyes rolled back. His third orgasm sent him into a twitching, helpless series of spasms as Sullyoon continued working the load out of him.

Her hips came to a sudden stop, sighing as she rested atop him and turned to look at the camera. "Peak black male stamina," she said, rolling her eyes with another deep sigh.

"Pathetic moron," she said, feeling his BBC going limp inside her. She dismounted him, walking over to Belle and diving face-first into her pussy with her feet in the air behind her.

Jerry lay in place, his tongue hanging out as he adjusted his glasses with shaking hands. "Get the fuck over here and suck my toes, you fucking idiot!" Sullyoon demanded, shoving her tongue back into Belle.

He stumbled to his feet, getting down on his knees with his hands wrapping around her ankles and heels. He'd never sucked a toe before, and for a moment felt appalled he was even considering obeying.

"Hurry the fuck up, Jerry!" Sullyoon said, inserting a couple fingers into Belle's pussy. Belle let out a deep moan, her head tilting back with her free hand bunching Sullyoon's hair into a ponytail.

Jerry swallowed his pride and leaned down, taking a couple of her toes into his mouth to suck on them. At first he was disgusted, but his disgust faded the more he stared down at Belle's naked body and Sullyoon's bare ass.

His big black cock was already springing back up, the head pulsing against Sullyoon's left shin. The harder he got, the more intensely he sucked on her toes, momentarily forgetting that they were her feet in his mouth.

He opened wide and took in all five, sucking on her whole ass foot to the ball of her sole, like some horny toe-sucking monster. Sullyoon's eyes went wide, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him.

"Jerry what the fuck!" Sullyoon shouted, seeing half her foot in his mouth. Jerry froze in place, both of his dark hands around her ankle and her pale foot in his mouth with a bit of pink tongue jutting out beneath it.

"Sick black bitch," Belle laughed. "Suck it, Jerry!" Belle called out, feeling Sullyoon fingering her with a thumb working circles over her clit.

"Yeah, Jerry!" Sullyoon smiled, "suck those fucking feet!" she said. "Suck them, Jerry! Oh fuck! Suck those fucking toes!" Sullyoon pushed her foot a little deeper into his mouth, making his eyes widen as he struggled to fit it.

"That's it, gag on my foot, you black bitch!" Sullyoon said back to him, smirking as he choked with her toes tickling his tonsils.

Jerry's eyes crossed inward, staring at the heel of her foot. He felt like he was going to vomit, and pulled her foot from his mouth with a loud retching sound. A big load of spit shot out and ran down her leg, trickling onto the head of his BBC.

Sullyoon buried her face in Belle's pussy, licking and digging her tongue into the folds while Jerry mounted her from behind. Sullyoon's eyes twitched at the heavy slaps of Jerry's BBC on her cheeks, feeling the head massaging itself between them in an attempt to find her pussy.

Sullyoon shrieked loudly, feeling his cock press against her asshole. Jerry groaned dumbly, the head of his cock found the right hole and slid in slowly. "Hnnnggggggg," he moaned, his eyes rolling as he pumped into Sullyoon again.

His big black dick plunged into her, and Sullyoon let out a long moan right as Belle arched her back and splattered her face with cum. Sullyoon's eyes pinched tight, her face remaining in place as Belle moaned and squirted in intermittent spurts like a lawn sprinkler with a kink in the hose.

Sullyoon felt Jerry's weight pressing into her, his BBC pushing deeper with that stupid whimpering groan he made. Sullyoon looked into the camera, her eyes closing, biting into her bottom lip with her chin resting between Belle's thighs.

Belle brushed back Sullyoon's hair, running a thumb over her cum-glazed cheek. "You like that, don't you Sully?" Belle asked as Sullyoon nuzzled into her palm with a moan. "You like it when that racist pussy gets beat up by big black cock."

Sullyoon's eyes were glazed over as she moaned, her cheek resting against Belle's hand, her tongue falling out to pant idly. "I fucking love it," she whimpered quietly as Jerry weakly worked himself back and forth.

Belle felt Sullyoon slowly creeping up her body, her head finally coming to lay on her chest. She stroked Sullyoon's hair, keeping it out of her face while recording Jerry dumbly groaning and pumping away at her pussy.

"Get that pretty ass up for him, Sully," Belle murmured, petting her gently. Sullyoon let out a soft moan, nodding as she brought her knees forward, her ass up in the air for Jerry.

Sullyoon bit her bottom lip, reaching under her body to find her own clit. She began to rub slowly, moaning with every slow thrust of Jerry's struggling hips.

Behind her, Jerry struggled to hold back his fourth orgasm. Sullyoon's tight pussy gripped his shaft and pulled him in deep, refusing to let him draw it out of her.

"Hnnnggg, Sully!" he shouted, his hands groping her ass and hips, his eyes twitching violently. "Nnnggggg," he groaned, his hips pressing forward with his low-hanging balls dangling.

"Don't you fucking cum, you stupid idiot!" Sullyoon shouted, her voice echoing off the undecorated, sloppily painted cinderblock walls. "Don't you fucking do it!" she said, biting her lip and closing her eyes as she rubbed her clit faster.

Jerry felt his orgasm rising up, his mouth falling wide open as he held it back. "Fuck, fuck! Sully I can't hold it back!" he shouted, his glasses slipping down his sweaty nose until they nearly fell off.

"Unnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggghhhhhh!" he yelled, his head thrown back, afro shaking as he nutted deep inside her.

Sullyoon's cheek rested on Belle's belly, her hips throwing themselves back against Jerry's hard black cock as it shot a second load into her unprotected asian pussy.

She forced herself back on him, knocking him over backward to mount him in reverse cowgirl. Belle's eyes flared, biting into her tongue as she watched Sullyoon begin bouncing.

Belle set the camera up nearby, crawling on all fours between Jerry's legs until she could lower her head and flick her tongue over Sullyoon's clit. "Ride him, Sully, teach that boy a lesson!"

"I'll fucking teach this dumbass not to cum early!" Sullyoon blurted out. "I'll milk his nuts until there's nothing left!"

Beneath her Jerry had gone limp, unable to even groan as he felt his cock swelling back into another raging erection. The sensation of Belle's tongue only made it worse, her warm spit trailing down to his sagging balls made his head swirl.

Belle attacked Sullyoon's clit and pussy aggressively, her tongue licking, spitting all over Jerry's thick black shaft as Sullyoon bounced up and down on it. She reached behind her and planted her hands on his chest, balancing herself atop him.

Sullyoon screamed with pleasure, her entire body rising up and lowering itself back down in rapid succession. Her pale body began to turn red, sweat pouring down it as she worked him and slowed down just enough for Belle to give her clit the attention she needed.

The viewers had grown from the meagre four thousand to well over a quarter million, and Sullyoon was completely unaware that it was the biggest draw she'd ever pulled.

"Fuck you, Jerry! Your big black cock is too fucking good!" Sullyoon moaned, riding up and down along his shaft. Jerry laid flat on the floor, his arms and legs splayed out, panting like he'd run a marathon.

He let out a long groan, and Sullyoon knew he was getting close again. His hands weakly slapped at her ass, one of them wrapping around to caress her tummy and reach up to grab a breast.

"I'm gonna fucking cum all over this big black dick!" Sullyoon shouted, giving no warning before blasting Belle's face with cum. Belle screamed, reeling backward with her hands wiping cum from her eyes.

"Nnngggghhh! Fucking big ass black dicks are too fucking good!" Sullyoon screamed with her mouth wide open, her head thrown back, sweat pouring down her body as she buried herself on Jerry's black cock.

Jerry made a sound like he was dying, letting out a low whimper as he shot the last of his cum straight up into Sullyoon's cunt.

"Holy... Fuck," he groaned, panting as he stared at the ceiling. His glasses slid back into place without help, and the room bean to swirl above him as he went lightheaded.

Sullyoon lifted off his BBC, letting his cum flow out of her stretched pussy in drops that ran down her inner thighs. She brushed back her hair, looking into the camera and checking the numbers.

Her eyes went wide at the sight of three hundred thousand. She blinked rapidly, biting her bottom lip as Belle joined her and they shared a short kiss.

"Look at all these fucking cucks!" Sullyoon said with a smirk. "There's so many of them!" She watched the chat filling up with every toxic meme imaginable. Symbols arranged like cumming cocks, middle fingers, eggplant emojis, racial slurs being spammed. Then she noticed the donations totaling thousands of dollars.

Sullyoon turned to Belle with a smile, kissing her deeply. They exchanged tongues, hands running through each others hair, and made out for five whole minutes before Sullyoon turned back to the camera.

"Tomorrow, same time and place, you fucking cuckold losers!" she said, smiling and waving to the audience as she turned the camera off.

"Think we found our new business model, huh?" Belle giggled, kissing Sullyoon again.

"Yeah," Sullyoon said, turning to look at Jerry's splayed-out form. "Jerry, you're my golden ticket!" she said with a smile.

oral fixation: he catches on quick, noticing how your lips linger on straws, how you bite pens, how you suck on your fingers just a second too long. “you just like having something in your mouth, huh?” next thing you know, his cock is halfway down your throat, one hand wrapped in your hair while the other strokes your cheek. he groans when you gag around him and pulls you off just to see the spit stretch between your lips. “so pretty like this. wanna keep you full all the time.”

weight gain: sion’s obsession with your thighs gets worse. every time you sit in his lap now, he squeezes at the extra softness like it drives him crazy. “you’ve been eating good, baby.” it’s all praise, not a single complaint. he buries his face in your chest, groans into your belly, whispers “wanna fuck you on the kitchen counter. prove to you just how much i love this new weight.”

fat ass: can’t keep his eyes off you. touches you even when you’re just walking past. “you know what that does to me, right?” slaps your ass hard enough to make it jiggle and presses his hard-on against you from behind. bends you over and fucks you so deep he moans your name into your spine. “you were made for this- fuck, for me. look at the way you bounce, you hear that?”

big boobs: always has his face in them. uses your tits as his personal pillow, motorboats you like a menace, and groans every time you wear anything remotely low-cut. “lemme fuck them. just once.” ends up cumming all over your chest while he pants against your throat. cleans it up with his tongue like he’s starving. “swear they’re getting bigger. or maybe i’m just more obsessed every time.”

yushi:

oral fixation: smirks the second he notices how often your lips part around him. you lick things too slow, suck lollipops too deep, and he loves it. “you’re always looking for something to suck, huh? come here.” fucks your mouth lazy, thumb stroking your bottom lip between thrusts. “such a cute little mouth, can’t believe it’s all mine.” he’ll cum in your mouth and beg you to swallow, watching your throat move with a groan.

weight gain: praises every curve, every new softness. wraps his arms around your belly and hums against your skin. “you’ve been growing for me, haven’t you?” he lays you on your side and fucks you slow, groaning when your thighs slap against his hips. “don’t cover up. let me see all of it. let me fuck you right.”

fat ass: he’s obsessed. can’t stop touching, slapping, grinding against it. loves watching you walk away in tight shorts just so he can hiss “fuck, come back here.” bends you over the armrest and fucks you so rough the couch squeaks. grips your ass like handles and spreads you open to watch himself go in and out. “this ass is mine, you hear me? nobody else gets to see it bounce like this.”

big boobs: they’re his favorite place to finish. he’ll fuck you slow and kiss all over your chest, fingers pinching your nipples while he whispers, “they’re so soft… perfect to hold. perfect to ruin.” ends up fucking your tits between rounds, cock sliding through the valley while you spit on it and stroke him. he finishes all over you and moans, “made just for me.”

jaehee:

oral fixation: jaehee’s usually shy but he melts when you show how much you love having your mouth full. he watches you suck on his fingers like you’re starved, cheeks hollow, tongue greedy. “you like this?” he gets bold real quick, voice dropping when you gag around his cock. “fuck, i didn’t know you could get this messy.” praises your mouth while holding your chin, cum dripping down your tongue.

weight gain: blushes like crazy but can’t stop touching you. especially your stomach. loves when you ride him and he can squeeze your waist, eyes locked on the jiggle. “you feel so good like this. i mean it- so soft, so warm.” presses his forehead to your chest and ruts up into you slow. “don’t change. please. you’re perfect just like this.”

fat ass: he’s shy until he isn’t. the moment he realizes just how soft and thick you are back there, he starts dreaming about it. grips your hips when you grind on him and groans when your ass presses into his lap. eventually breaks and says, “i wanna see it. wanna fuck it. please, let me.” takes you from behind and whines every time it bounces, fingernails digging into your skin.

big boobs: straight-up motorboats you like it’s the only thing on his bucket list. absolutely obsessed. “i could live right here.” he groans when you let him fuck your tits, holding them together while he thrusts between them, cock shiny from your spit. finishes on your chest, panting, then immediately starts kissing all over them again like he can’t stop. “they’re so big now. i love them. i love you.”

riku:

oral fixation: once he notices you like sucking things, his brain just breaks. literally has to adjust himself when you lick a popsicle. “you really like using your mouth, huh? wanna use it on me?” ends up sitting back while you suck his cock between your lips, messy and eager. moans so loud when you make eye contact. “fuck. yeah, that’s it. you were made for this.”

weight gain: riku doesn’t even try to hide how much he loves it. buries his face in your thighs and groans like he’s in heaven. “you’ve been gettin’ softer… you feel so fuckin’ good now.” gets you underneath him, presses his whole body to yours, and fucks you slow. “don’t even think about losing it. this weight? this softness? it’s driving me insane.”

fat ass: grabs it all the time. lifts it, smacks it, spreads it wide while you moan into the couch cushions. “you know what this thing does to me? i can’t stop staring.” obsessed with the sound it makes when he fucks you hard. “bounce it for me. yeah- like that, like that. fuck, baby, that’s it.” he loses his mind when you ride him and lean forward, watching your ass bounce while he fucks up into you like a man possessed.

big boobs: “you know how long i’ve been wanting to touch these?” he’s not even shy about it. palms them rough, sucks your nipples like he’s trying to drink from them, groans every time they jiggle. “let me fuck them. please...” he cums all over your chest then kisses his mess like he’s proud. calls you his dream girl every time. “you’re too sexy like this. you’re gonna kill me.”

You pour yourself a drink and keep talking. The evening's not bad. The atmosphere's good, the food's good and the drinks are good.

You take a sip of your beer but are interrupted by a voice behind you. You turn and look at Yeji, your best friend.

"Pretend you're my boyfriend. Quickly! "says Yeji.

Almost mechanically, you put your arm around her waist and press her against you. Yeji gets the message and puts his hands around your neck. From a distance, you see the guy who's been bothering Yeji coming. You meet his gaze and instinctively kiss Yeji's forehead. The guy sees this and turns back.

"He's gone. "you say to Yeji.

But Yeji doesn't let go. You look down at her and Yeji looks up at you.

"What?"

"Can I stay with you? "Yeji asks.

In response, you press her against you and Yeji puts her head against your chest. She steals your glass and drinks from it. You don't mind, that's the way it's always been with Yeji. What's yours is hers and what's hers is yours.

The evening continues and you dance with Yeji. You're soon joined by your group of mutual friends, you dance with your friends and Yeji does the same. A little tipsy, Yeji walks over to you.

"Hey there. "Yeji says to you.

"Hey pretty girl. "You reply.

"Dance with me. "

"I have to get rid of boring guys and now dance with you? What do I get in return? "

Yeji doesn't answer you and grabs your hands to dance. You let go and go with her. You dance as if no one were watching. It's as if it's just the two of you. But suddenly the DJ changes the music to a slow dance. Everyone yells at the DJ, who just laughs.

Surprised, you grab Yeji and pull her against you. As before, Yeji puts her hands around your neck and presses her head against your chest. You let the music guide you.

"Do you love me? "Yeji suddenly says.

"You're drunk."

Yeji pouts.

"Because I love you. "

"Me too. "

You're sincere and Yeji looks up at you. Your eyes meet and you begin to move towards each other. Your lips are drawn together. You're separated by only a few centimeters. A little more and you'll be sharing a kiss. As the young woman closes her eyes, a voice interrupts.

"SHALL WE GO? "shouts one of your friends right next to you.

You let loose with Yeji and your friend who didn't see what was about to happen grabs Yeji leaving you alone in the middle of the dance floor.

"Come on Y/N, let's get something to eat outside! "

You join your group of friends outside and head off in the direction of a convenience store. You watch Yeji talk and walk with Ryujin in front. You're at the back of the group with your friends and after several minutes' walking, you find a convenience store. Everyone goes inside and chooses what they want to eat and drink. You're choosing a drink and a snack when you feel someone tugging at your jacket sleeve. You turn and face Yeji.

"I forgot my wallet..." says Yeji embarrassed.

"Take what you want, I'll pay. "You reply.

"You're the best," Yeji replies, kissing you on the corner of the lips.

You watch her walk away and grab a drink and some food. You join her and wait in line for your friends to pay. Yeji, standing in front of you, leans against you. You rest your head on top of her. Your hands caress her hips and Yeji presses her buttocks against your crotch.

"Yeji..." you growl.

Yeji says nothing and puts her things down in front of the cashier. You do the same and tell him you'll pay for everything. Yeji waits beside you. You pay for her and give her back her things. Yeji grabs your hand and leads you out. You let her. With your free hand, you open your drink. Once outside with all your friends, Yeji still doesn't let go of your hand. You walk with her. For her part, she's still talking to Ryujin, who smiles at you from afar. Unconsciously, your thumb strokes Yeji's hand. Someone further away calls Yeji and she leaves you alone with Ryujin.

"The day you fuck, it's going to be porn-worthy," Ryujin tells you.

Ryujin's sentence causes you to choke on your drink. Yeji hears you choking and comes over to you.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes yes. Ryujin said something stupid, it surprised me. "

"Oh you know Ryujin. Always making people laugh. "Yeji replies.

You nod and Yeji resumes her place at your side. She gives you her hand back and you keep moving. You ignore Ryujin's glare and start a conversation with someone else.

"It makes me laugh how Yeji is with you. " Says one of your friends.

"What do you mean? "

"Oh you know Yeji is pretty cold and can scare people. But with you, it's the opposite. You manage to make her nice and she's lost without you. “

"Yeji is not lost without me. " You retort.

"Are you kidding? When you don't come to classes, Yeji sulks all day. "

"That's not even true." Sulks Yeji.

"We don't listen to other people's conversations miss. "

"I have to defend myself, you're talking over me. "

"You're really lost when Y/N isn't around. "Ryujin intervenes.

Yeji decides to sulk. You reassure her and Ryujin laughs at the two of you.

The evening continues elsewhere, but you decide to go home. You have to work tomorrow, but of course Yeji wants you to stay.

"I'm working tomorrow, sweetheart. "

"Stay with me. "Yeji pleads

"Yeji, I'm sorry but I have to work. "

Yeji pouts but she lets you go anyway after several hugs and before she leaves Yeji does something that scotches you. Yeji kisses you and runs off. You stand there like an idiot.

----

Yeji doesn't feel like going to class. One, because the class is boring and two, because you're not there. You haven't answered her messages for two days and Yeji wonders if it's because of your kiss. She's given it a lot of thought and of course Yeji thinks, no, she's sure, she's in love with you. But the young woman is afraid to break your friendship. After all, you've known each other since childhood, and your mothers are best friends.

"Any news from Y/N? " Yeji asks one of your friends.

"You're going to kill me Yeji.." says your friend.

"Why's that? "Yeji asks in surprise.

Your friend wants to answer, but you burst into the classroom, only to be stopped by your teacher's scream.

"Y/N, are you okay? "

You nod and go over to Yeji. Yeji is shocked, her hand over her mouth and her eyes wide. You sit down and take out your things as everyone looks on.

"Bro, I'm sorry. "Your friend says.

"Shut the fuck up. "You say sternly.

"What happened? "Yeji asks.

"That asshole. "You say to Yeji, pointing at your friend.

Yeji doesn't understand.

"That asshole drank too much, looked for shit, found it and took off, leaving me at one versus four. "You explain.

"Man, I swear I'm sorry. "

"Shut the fuck up. I swear, if I hear one more sound out of you, I'm gonna fuck you up. "

Yeji has never seen you so pissed off. The young woman grabs your hand and you let her. You take your things out and listen to the lecture.

It's true that you're pretty banged up. A black eye and a bandage cover your right cheek.

"Are you all right?" Yeji asks softly.

"Yes, now that I'm with you. "You retort.

Yeji's heart races after your statement. She grabs your hand and kisses it. You send her a smile and Yeji smiles back. The class is going well, your friend is trying to make amends but you're not listening. You know he feels terrible, but you're far too angry with him.

"I'm having a party next week at my place. You're coming right? "Yeji asks.

"Of course I'll come. Could I sleep over? "

"Sure. "

It's decided for the young lady. She'll tell you how she feels at the party.

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"LET’S START THE PARTY " shouts Yeji standing on the table.

You laugh to see Yeji so happy.

"Everyone thanks Yeji for making this party. "You shout to everyone.

The guests thank Yeji, who sends you a huge smile from afar. You raise your glass in her direction and head outside.

Once you've calmed down, you light yourself a cigarette. You take a puff and take a deep breath before releasing the smoke.

"Got one for me?" says a voice behind you.

You turn around and see Ryujin.

"Of course I do. I'm practically buying them for you. "

Ryujin pats your arm, laughing. You take out a cigarette and your lighter. Ryujin lights her cigarette and takes a puff.

"Aren't you inside with the others? "You ask Ryujin.

"Nop. Too many people and I saw you slip away. "

"We can't hide anything from you Shin Ryujin. "

"Oh no. Like the fact that you're madly in love with Yeji."

You laugh.

"Is it that obvious? "

"Please you fuck her with your eyes. "

You want to say something but Ryujin cuts you off.

"And yes it's mutual. I'm her best friend, I know almost everything. "

"Fuck it. "You reply, stubbing out your cigarette.

You apologize to Ryujin, who encourages you, and run into the house to look for Yeji.

"Do you know where Yeji is?" You ask one of the guests.

"She's upstairs. "

"Thank you. "

You walk up the stairs and see Yeji coming out of his room. Yeji gives you a big smile and that's what you want to see for the rest of your life. That smile.

"What are you..."

"I love you Yeji. I love you more than anything. " You cut Yeji off. "I want us to be together. I want to share the rest of my life with you. "

Yeji jumps on you and puts her legs around your waist. You kiss her and the young woman responds to your kiss.

"In my room." Yeji says between kisses.

You move towards her room, still with Yeji glued to you. You continue to kiss her. The party's in full swing downstairs, but for you upstairs, it's as if it's just the two of you. You push open her bedroom door with your foot and once inside Yeji climbs off you.

She locks the door and Yeji clings to it. With a seductive look, Yeji bites her finger.

"I want to try something. "Yeji says.

"Show me baby. "

Yeji kisses you and tells you to sit on the edge of his bed. You listen and wait.

Yeji starts playing music and the young woman begins to undulate to the beat. At first you're confused, but when you see Yeji start to take off her top, you quickly understand. Yeji is stripping. The young woman soon finds herself in her bra, and you start stroking yourself through your pants.

"Show me your lovely breasts sweetie. "

Yeji does just that, removing her bra and giving you a magnificent view of her breasts. To be on a par with her, you take off your shirt.

Yeji continues to dance and your gaze is fixed on her beautiful breasts. With her arms, Yeji squeezes her chest, bringing out her breasts. She kneads her breasts and squeezes her nipples between her fingers.

It's a magnificent sight. Yeji continues, running her fingers under the folds of her skirt. The young woman taunts you, pretending to pull down her skirt.

"You're such a tease."

"You love it. "Yeji does.

"Pull your skirt down so I can see what I'm interested in. "

"And what interests you? " Asks Yeji, turning around.

"Your beautiful pussy and ass."

Yeji lowers her skirt to mid-height. You see half of her buttocks. You notice the pretty black thong.

"A thong? Naughty girl. "

"Only for you. "

Yeji continues her dance and this time the young woman pulls down her skirt and takes it off leaving her in a thong in front of you.

You take off your pants and Yeji immediately notices your erection under your boxers.

Yeji gets down on all fours and advances towards you. You can't take your eyes off her, Yeji's gaze is so seductive.

Yeji straightens up and what the girl does makes you moan. Yeji licks the length of your cock through your boxers.

"Fuuuuuuuck Yeji," you moan.

Yeji moves up to you. She leaves kisses all over your body and after kissing you Yeji turns her back to you. Her ass is in front of your face and you can't help but bite her bottom.

"Baby..." laughs Yeji.

"Sorry, I had to it was in front of me. "

"I'd rather you ate that. "

Yeji runs her fingers under the folds of her thong and leans in. The view before you is magnificent. Yeji is leaning forward and you have her pussy and ass well presented in front of you. Her holes awaiting only one thing your mouth.

Yeji straightens up and sits on you, her back against your chest. The young woman undulates over your pelvis. You feel your cock slide between her buttocks. You grab her face and turn her head to kiss her. Yeji responds to your kiss still continuing the friction between your cock and her ass.

"Bend over the bed. I'm going to eat your pussy."

"Fuuuck yes." Yeji replies.

The young woman stands up and you swap places. Yeji gets down on all fours on the edge of the bed and you kneel behind her.

You take a deep breath of her pussy smell and ask yourself no questions, going straight for her pussy lick.

"Oh my God! "Yeji does.

You lick the folds of her pussy before attacking her hole with your tongue. You insert your tongue into her pussy and Yeji screams with pleasure. With your tongue you make circles and feel Yeji play with her clit.

"Your pussy tastes so good. "

You begin your oral assault again but knocks on the door startle you. You decide to ignore them and continue to lick Yeji but the knocks persist.

"Hey, what are you doing in there! Come downstairs! "

You ignore the knocking and insert a finger into her pussy. You move back and forth and Yeji puts her hand over his mouth to keep from howling with pleasure.

"COME ON! "says the voice from behind.

"SHUT UP AND LET ME EAT YEJI'S PUSSY IN PEACE. " You scream.

Yeji wants to say something but you continue your oral assault on her pussy. And anyway, you just announced what you were doing so Yeji screams.

"YOU EAT MY PUSSY SO WELL. "

"DON'T FORGET TO EAT HER ASS TOO. "

You recognize Ryujin's voice. She's telling everyone to fuck off and you're still sticking your tongue in Yeji's cunt.

"Ryujin's not wrong. You can eat my ass too. "Yeji does between moans.

Yeji doesn't have to tell you twice. You spread her ass and go straight to licking her asshole. You lick everything you can. Her buttocks, her hole, the edge of her hole. With your tongue, you force access to her hole and Yeji continues to touch her clit. You decide to insert a finger into her pussy and Yeji becomes a mess.

With her holes stimulated Yeji doesn't hold back her moans.

"If you only knew how much I've dreamed of this. I've always wanted you to eat my pussy and ass."

"Tell me more. "

"It started at the end of high school. You were playing soccer and I imagined you sweating between my legs. "

"And here I am, my tongue up your ass. You happy? "

"Super happy. Make me come. "

You speed up the movements of your tongues but also the coming and going of your fingers in her pussy.

"Fuuuck fuuuck. "

You feel her asshole tighten around your tongue. Yeji's not far from cumming so you speed up the tongue movements. But what Yeji didn't expect was for your tongue to be replaced by a finger.

With your finger, you finger her ass and pussy at the same time. Yeji screams with pleasure and suddenly your fingers are expelled from her holes and Yeji falls onto the bed, breathless but happy. You see her legs shake and her toes curl up.

You start by kissing one of her buttocks, then her back, the nape of her neck and up to her face. You lie on top of her and Yeji wiggles her ass at your cock.

"Tonight, I fuck your pussy," you say in her ear.

"It's the least you can do after eating my pussy and ass."

"You're such a slut. "

"But I'm your slut. So now put your cock inside me. "

Still lying on top of her, you straighten up and knead her ass. You spread her ass and rub your cock against her holes.

"Put it in my pussy, don't tease me. "Yeji moans.

"Your ass is tempting but your pussy just wants to be fucked. "

To help you Yeji brings her hands down and spreads her ass. You keep sliding your cock against her pussy, taunting her as you let your cock sink gently into her pussy. You watch your cock disappear into Yeji's tight pussy hole and you let out a moan together. You're surprised to see your cock already soaking wet.

"Fuck Yeji you're so wet and tight. I feel so good inside you. "

"I want you to fuck my pussy. I want to not be able to think afterwards, your only goal is to get me hooked on your big cock. "

"Slut, I'm going to destroy that pussy and get you so addicted you'll want me to fuck you every day. "

"Fuck me. I'm your whore. "

Excited by Yeji's words, you plunder your girlfriend's vagina. Yeji lets out a hoarse moan and you continue to fuck her pussy. In this position you dominate the young woman. Lying on Yeji's back, you give her powerful lumbar thrusts. Yeji loves it, you notice the young woman biting the sheet to keep from screaming. You decide to grab her hair and pull her face towards you.

"Don't hold back. Let the whole house hear how well you take my cock. "

"Fuuuck! You fuck me so good! "

"That's right, don't be shy. Show who you belong to. "

"I belong to you! My pussy is yours and your big cock! "

You kiss the young woman, who forces her way into your mouth with her tongue. You keep thrusting and notice that your cock is covered in juice.

"You're creaming. "

"I love it so much. "

"I love you so fucking much Yeji."

Yeji is shocked by your sudden declaration. Shocked but happy.

"Me too my love. " The young woman replies, kissing you.

You stand up straight and overlook Yeji now. You knead her buttocks and plunder her again. You dominate her completely and decide to slap her ass.

"Again! "

You listen to Yeji and slap her ass again. You alternate between going in and out of her pussy and slapping her ass.

"Your pussy is so tight. "

Yeji tightens the vaginal walls around your cock and you let out a moan of pleasure.

"Do it again. "

Yeji listens to you and does it again. It's so tight that you have to take it upon yourself not to cum. You wouldn't want to ruin this moment with Yeji by cumming so quickly.

"Baby, let me turn around. "Yeji tells you.

You pull your cock out of her pussy and Yeji turns around. Your eyes meet and Yeji straightens up to kiss you. It's not a sex kiss, it's a love kiss, it's the kiss of two people in love. You grab her face and deepen the kiss. Yeji puts her hands around your neck and pulls you forward. You fall on top of her and this time you're in the missionary position. Continuing the kiss, you find her vagina and push your cock inside. Yeji moans into your mouth and you muffle her moan with your mouth.

You start by slowly moving back and forth. You kiss Yeji everywhere. Her mouth, her neck, her cheeks. It's sensual, the aim is to please Yeji, you concentrate on pleasing your partner. One of your hands grabs one of her breasts and kneads it. Yeji wants to moan, but you muffle her moan with your mouth. You feel Yeji undulate her pelvis to get more friction with your cock.

It's so sensual. The movements, the moaning noises, the sounds of flesh against flesh, the sounds of kissing. With your right arm, you grab her leg and pull it up towards her. With this new angle, you penetrate Yeji deep inside her. You release her mouth and the young woman is free to moan.

"Baby, it won't be long before I come. "

"In that case, come. Show me how beautiful you are when you cum. "

You speed up the back-and-forth movements and Yeji screams with pleasure.

"Come Yeji. Come my love. "

You feel Yeji's vaginal walls close around your cock. Yeji lets out a cry of pleasure and you feel her tremble. You don't stop and keep pounding her pussy. It won't be long before you cum either. All you hear is flesh pounding against flesh. The bed creaks and bangs against the wall, so powerful is your coming and going.

Yeji grabs your face and inserts her tongue into your mouth. This is what you needed to make you come. With one last thrust, you spill your seed into Yeji's pussy. You've cum so hard that your cum expels your cock from her pussy.

Exhausted, you drop onto Yeji who's trying to catch her breath.

"You came so hard. "Yeji says.

"Did you like it?"

"I loved it, my love. "

"Since there's no more noise, that means you're done. You can go downstairs, everyone's gone. "Ryujin says from behind the door.

"Did you stand behind the door all the way Ryujin? "You ask.

"Maybe I did. "

‎"Is this something you really want, baby?" you asked, kissing Chan's jaw, your hand gripping the side of his t-shirt, the other slipping under it to feel his skin. He shivered as he melted under your touch, his head dropping down, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. His lips found yours once more. "Yes, but only if you're really ok with it," he breathed into the kiss. You could feel his arousal through his sweats, bulging onto your lower stomach.

"I am, because it's something you want," you replied. "And I have to admit, I am not opposed to them sharing me at all, but I would never want it unless it's something you also want for us," you continued. Chan smiled against your lips before deepening the kiss. "How did I get so lucky with you?" he then whispered.

"If by lucky you mean you got yourself a woman who's willing to be shared by two of your chosen brothers, who also are in a relationship together, because you want to watch your woman get fucked by someone else, before getting to fuck her yourself..." you replied, making a breathy giggle release from deep down his throat.

"That's exactly what I mean," he replied, his hands trailing down to grab the hem of his t-shirt that you were wearing, pulling it up. "Then I guess the answer to it is, that you didn't get lucky. I did. I spent so long trying to get your attention, and when you finally saw me... I knew I had won," you admitted, blushing slightly as the t-shirt fell to the floor. Your bralette and a matching thong were all you had underneath.

Even though you were open to try anything, being the centre of not one, but three men's attention at once was apparently something that had your cheeks dusting with pink, the skin warming under Chan's palms as he again cupped your face.

"Trust me when I say this, it's me who won, babygirl. I'm already so fucking turned on even just by the thought of others touching you without me. And it shouldn't be arousing, which is why it's twisted, but you don't judge. They don't either, which is why I trust them with this, with you."

"I'd never judge, baby. And even though Minho and Ji will be included, at the end of the day, this is for you, for us," you breathed, drunk on the situation. You were already starting to dampen through your thong, the idea of being fucked by two other men who also had become your friends over the years while Chan watched...

Even if you'd never before been shared like this, it excited you, because it excited him. You had been shared before, of course, but never without him being one of the men sharing.

"You're absolutely certain of this? We can stop at any moment if you don't feel comfortable, just say the word," Chan asked, searching your eyes for any uncertainty or wavering. He didn't find any. "Yes. Are you? Certain?" you asked in return. "Yes," he exhaled.

"Guys?" he asked, not taking his eyes off yours. "We've been certain from the moment you asked, hyung," Jisung replied. Neither Chan nor you were looking at him or Minho, but you could hear he was smiling. Knew that Minho was too. Probably smirking.

Chan kissed you once more, and then turned you around, nudging you to take the few steps towards Minho and Jisung that still separated you. He stepped behind you, pushing his front flush to your back, his arousal pressing against your lower back through his sweats, as he cupped your left breast with his left hand. You arched into his touch.

His right hand snaked down your front, dipping into your thong. Your eyes closed as you inhaled sharply, his fingers brushing past your clit, through your folds to your entrance. Chan kissed your neck, murmuring into it. "Open your eyes, babe, look at Minho and Han while I prep you for them," he coaxed.

As you opened your eyes, your senses were almost overloaded as two of Chan's fingers dipped into you, just for a moment, before going back up to your clit where they started to circle. While you fought to keep your eyes open, you realized Jisung and Minho were both watching you, their gazes intense.

They still continued to stroke each other, and they had both lost their sweats and shirts, while you and Chan had been ensuring each other of your desire to continue with this. They were both naked, looking at you with such hunger it made your knees weak.

"She's already soaked," Chan groaned, grinding his hips to your ass, trying to get some friction, as his left hand let go of your breast, and snaked between you to unclasp the bralette hooks. You let the bralette fall, somehow losing your shyness along with it.

Jisung's eyes darted to your revealed breasts just as Chan cupped the underside of your left one, while Minho's eyes stayed where they were, on your nethers, where Chan's fingers again found their way inside you.

"Is she fully prepped?" Minho asked, arching a brow, spreading his legs to get more comfortable. Knowing what he meant, you replied, as you leaned onto Chan's chest. "If you're asking about my back door, then yes. You'll see in a moment." Chan chuckled. "Oh she is prepped. I made sure of it."

Chan pulled his fingers out of you, taking the fingers to his lips, sucking them clean. As he kneeled behind you, and started to pull your thong off, he continued in a voice lower than usual. "I can't thank you two enough for agreeing to this. But even so, I have three rules."

"One: no hurting her. She is mine, and any pain play is mine alone to indulge in with her." You stepped out of the thong and after kissing your right cheek, Chan got back up, discarding his own sweats while he was at it, your insides preening at the ownership he displayed over you. He didn't have underwear under his sweats, and his cock rested right above your ass, along your spine.

"Two: no marking her. Same as in number one, she is mine, and only mine to mark. No bruises, no hickeys, no nothing." He kissed each of your shoulders, then turned you for a final kiss, before twirling you back around and slapping your ass gently.

"Three: only I get to know what she tastes like." His deep voice gave you shivers as you watched the guys in front of you accept the rules, nodding together. "Anything else is ok. Kissing, fucking, fingers, anything, and if she asks for something and you're ok with it, go for it. Clear?" he continued.

"Clear, no pain, no marking, no licking or kissing down-under, everything else ok," Jisung replied. "Clear as day, indeed," Minho agreed, smirking.

Chan nudged you lightly with his hips. "Take the reins baby", he said, his voice so much gentler now that he was talking to you again. You nodded, and felt him move away from you. He sat on the recliner next to the couch the guys were sitting on, his very hard cock resting against his lower abdomen.

"May I?", you asked Jisung and Minho, both of whom nodded as a reply.

"Words, boys", you tutted. "Yes", they replied in unison. You smiled, cocking your head to the side, already sensing Chan was about to say something.

"Oh and one more thing. Not a rule, but something for you two to know. She is a cumslut, so please come inside her", Chan said. You could hear a smirk playing in his tone even without seeing him.

"Mmmh, that I am. And, you'll enjoy seeing their cum leaking out of me when you get to fuck me after watching them share me", you added, kneeling in front of Minho as he spread his legs wider to allow you to fit in between.

"You two are weird... but we like weird," Jisung commented, chuckling while his eyes fixated on your mouth, moving closer to Minho's cock that Jisung was still fisting. "We certainly do. I think that can be arrang— oh fuck," Minho groaned as you closed your lips around his tip.

Jisung retracted his hand, allowing you more space to take Minho's length into your mouth. Minho let Jisung's arousal go also, and squeezed his thigh. Your fingers wrapped around Jisung's cock and began to slowly pump, as your mouth descended on Minho, taking him deep right away.

Your nose met the skin around his base, and he let out a guttural moan. "Fuck," he exhaled, hissing as he inhaled when you came up. "She has no gag reflex," he groaned, and you smiled around his cock as you heard Jisung let out a shuddering breath while your hand worked around him.

"I know. I'm a lucky man," you heard Chan's voice reply, deep, husky, aroused to the extreme. You should have tried something like this a lot earlier. You would have agreed to anything when it came to him, if you knew it was something he wanted, needed.

I mean, you had already had a few threesomes with some of his other chosen brothers, friends, and you knew he enjoyed watching you get fucked and filled, but he had always participated before. Had you known he was into just watching before getting his own turn too...

You started to bob your head slowly, taking Minho's length to the back of your throat, sucking as you came up, licking the underside as you went down. Minho swept your hair into a makeshift ponytail to keep your hair out of your face so he could see better, so Jisung and Chan also could.

You kept moving your hand on Jisung, pleasuring him with your hand and fingers. You swiped your thumb along his slit, smearing the precum on the tip, making him hiss. "Holy shit, even her hand feels like... fuck it's so soft," he moaned. Chan let out a small chuckle. He was enjoying how the guys marveled at you. He was... proud.

With a plop, you released Minho's cock, letting it fall against his lower abdomen. "Shit. She's... you're...," he breathed, almost panted, looking down at you.

"Cat caught your tongue?" you asked, licking your lips. Chan chuckled at your quip. He liked it when you were lippy, especially with him.

"Can you scoot down a bit, Minho?" you then asked, still kneeling, letting Jisung's cock go as well. "Yes, I can, but why?" he asked as he slid on the couch, his deliciously thick, strong thighs working as he positioned his ass closer to the edge of the couch, but still keeping it on it.

You reached for a few pillows, and signaled for Minho to sit up. He did, and you placed the pillows behind him, then pushed his shoulder so he'd lean back. "So you can watch me sucking Ji while you fuck me from below," you replied, taking Jisung's hand that he offered for you to get up.

"Thank you Ji. Can you sit on top of the couch backrest right above Minho and spread your legs?" you asked, instructing them to get to positions you wanted them in for this. Chan said to take the reins, so you did.

He enjoyed seeing you take control, especially with others. With him? Sometimes, but mostly it was him dominating you. Which is exactly what you preferred, but the way he was willing, actually asked you to because he needed to, to let go of all control sometimes... the way he trusted you made your insides turn into butterflies, and melt into a puddle, at the same time.

"Oh, ohhh," Jisung exhaled, his pretty lips forming a perfect little 'o', realizing what you were after. You glanced back at your man as Jisung moved, positioning himself right above Minho's line of sight. "You want to watch from the back so you see Minho's dick disappearing into me, or from there so you can see everything else?" you asked, practically purring.

"I'm good right here, babygirl. Gosh, I adore you. You're so divine," he crooned. His hands were on his thighs, you knew he'd try to refrain from touching himself as long as possible, as it would heighten his pleasure once he'd finally get to join, or take you after the guys were done. He knew you'd ask him to join if you needed him, and he knew he could join whenever, if he needed, wanted to.

You took the few steps separating you to him, leaned down a bit, to kiss the corner of his lips. "I adore you," you replied, emphasizing 'you', to make sure amongst all that was happening, he knew that he was the one you wanted, the one you loved, needed, craved.

Chan lifted one of his hands to gently wrap it around your neck, to pull you into a proper kiss, before releasing both your neck and lips. He dropped his hand, and then nudged his chin up, to signal you to continue.

You pursed your lips, air kissing him as you moved away from him, back to Minho and Jisung again. Chan winked, and placed his hand back onto his thigh, a bit closer to his thick arousal than before. You turned back to Minho and Jisung.

Minho had closed his manspread a bit, making it easier for you to climb onto him. Jisung again offered you his hand, and taking it, you placed your feet on either side of Minho's body on the floor.

Minho watched you with pure lust as you let Jisung's hand go and leaned onto his chest, lowering yourself on him, lifting your legs on the couch, shins on it and your insteps on Minho's thighs. Jisung leaned back to the wall behind the couch.

You sat on Minho, your dripping wet cunt sliding over his hard cock as you leaned forward with an intention to kiss him. "Are you both ok with kissing?" you asked, your lips a breath away from his.

As a reply, Minho nudged his chin up, connecting your lips, while his hands grabbed your hips, pushing you down on him to get more friction. His lips opened for you, allowing you to dip your tongue inside his mouth, to glide along his.

"Hey, not cool, he's getting all your attention, bug," Jisung whined playfully. You huffed out a small laugh against Minho's lips, before pecking him once more and sliding a hand between you.

You sat up, your knees still on the couch next to Minho, and grabbed his cock. "Don't worry Ji, you'll get your attention and kisses soon enough," you replied, guiding Minho to your entrance.

Minho's breath hitched as you lowered yourself on him, slowly, making him feel every wet inch of you, taking his length to the hilt. You dropped your head back for a moment, reveling in the feeling of being completely filled.

"Fuck me sideways. Now I know what you mean that she's prepped," Minho groaned under you, making you lift your head back up and moan as you smiled, rolling your hips on him. You reached forward with one hand, cupping Jisung's balls gently, making him let out a hiss.

You moved your hand to his shaft, starting to gently pump him once more, while you rolled your hips on Minho, his fingers digging into the skin on your hips, his eyes rolling back. "Told you," Chan chuckled.

"What do you mean? Someone fill me in too," Jisung asked. "She has a plug in," Minho groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet your moves, making you let out a moan as he hit a sweet spot. "And it's structured, ahh, shit... fuck that feels good," he continued.

"Fuck. Ok you have to let me feel that too," Jisung almost whined, his cock leaking precum. "You'll have your turn in a moment," you purred, leaning forward, looking into Jisung's eyes. His eyes dropped down, and he licked his lips, ready to see and feel you go down on him with your nonexistent gag reflex.

Planting one hand on Minho's shoulder, and one under Jisung's thigh on the couch backrest to ground yourself, you licked Jisung's balls, continuing up his shaft, all the way to his tip. "Minho, can you please start to move? I can't properly focus on riding you if I'll deepthroat Jisung at the same time," you asked and explained. Without replying, Minho took control under you, starting to thrust up, slowly at first.

The tip of Jisung's hardness passed your open lips, and you sucked, gently, trying to look up under your lashes to see his reaction. His brows were scrunched together, a silent moan caught in his throat as he looked down, pure and delirious desire flushing his golden honey skin. You looked back down and took him in, slowly, all the way to the back of your throat and past it right away.

You heard Jisung curse under his breath before letting out a low moan. You came up, hollowing out your cheeks as you did, sucking him harder. While you started to bob your head, taking Jisung deep each time, moaning around him to send the vibrations through his cock to his soul, Minho picked up the pace under you, starting to thrust deeper, harder, and slightly faster.

"I didn't know it could be this hot watching Jisung from below, getting head, while I'm fucking the one giving said head," Minho panted. "Kitten, you're too good for us," he added, lifting himself up just slightly to kiss your left nipple, making you moan around Jisung's length.

While the euphoria of being so full, of having two cocks and one toy in you almost took over your mind, Chan and his pleasure in all this still stayed in the forefront of your thoughts. You turned your head just so, signaling Jisung to grab your hair. He did, and knowing what you wanted, he grabbed it so that it fell over his thigh that was furthest from Chan, giving him a clear view of you blowing Jisung.

"Mmmh, babygirl, you look so gorgeous getting fucked like that, sucking and taking cock so well," you heard Chan say. You smiled around Jisung's cock, taking him deeper once more, until your nose touched his base. Keeping yourself there, you let your tongue slide to his balls, licking them, and made a small choking sound. Not because you were choking, but because you knew it would send Jisung's arousal to the edge.

"Fuck," Jisung sighed as he moaned, pulling you up from your hair. The pull was gentler than you'd normally like, but he was adhering to Chan's rules of not hurting you. Minho continued to move, fucking his length into you, now slower, grinding so that he hit the deepest depths of your slick walls, the ridges of the plug inside your ass probably rubbing him just right. His pelvic bone was rubbing your clit with every grind, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Jisung leaned down, claiming your lips into a desperate, needy kiss. With a loud plop, he released your lower lip, and attached one of his hands on your breast, kneading it, feeling your hard nipple against his palm, between his fingers. You inhaled sharply as Minho thrusted up, hitting your cervix.

"Ji, she feels so good, fuck—," Minho groaned, looking up at Jisung, who in turn looked down between his legs, locking eyes with Minho. "She's so tight with the plug in her ass," Minho continued. You were still looking up, your hair in Jisung's fist, so you could see his eyes flashing, the need clearly becoming almost unbearable.

"I need to get my cock inside you, bug," Jisung said, leaning down to catch your lips into a searing hot kiss again, letting your hair go and grabbing your cheeks to pull you closer. "Then get inside me," you moaned, right onto his lips as Minho thrusted up and stayed there, halting to possibly avoid coming too early.

"I'm about to reach my first," you admitted, turning your head just enough to look at your man while you again lowered your lips around Jisung's cock as he leaned back to the wall.

Chan's hand was wrapped around his length, and very, almost torturously slowly rubbing it up and down. The sight made your mouth water and your insides clenched around Minho's cock.

He suddenly pulled out, lifting you from your waist. His cock landed onto his lower abdomen, smearing it with your slickness. You let out a small whine, disliking how empty you suddenly felt. You let Jisung's cock spring free from your lips, your saliva coating his lower abdomen. His eyes were half closed with pleasure.

"Fucking hell she loves you, hyung. She had one cock inside her and one down her throat, and the second she looked at you, her insides started to tighten, like she was about to come just because she saw you enjoying seeing her like this. Had to pull out before she milked me dry," Minho panted.

"I know. And I love her just the same, if not more," Chan replied, his thumb brushing over his slit, making him shift in his seat, manspreading more. He lifted one arm behind his head. How in the everloving fuck can he be so gorgeous? You are the luckiest fucking woman in the universe.

"I belong to him, body, heart, mind and soul," you replied, standing up. "You guys are so grossly in love," Jisung sighed as he stood up on the couch before plopping down to sit on it, next to Minho. "I love it," he added, before kissing Minho.

Minho kissed him back, before pushing Jisung back from his chest, breaking the connection of their lips. He got up, stood next to the couch, then turned to look at you, his cock deliciously swinging to one side with his movement.

"Time for Jisung to get his dick inside you too, no?" he smirked. "It is indeed," you replied, breathily. The orgasm that had started to build was ebbing away, but you didn't mind. The one that would no doubt soon come, would feel all the better for it.

"Ji, can you get up on your knees on the couch?" you asked, watching him do exactly that. You took one step towards him, turning your back to him. "Hey, I wanted kisses too," Jisung complained, a small whine and smile in his voice. You turned your head back. "You'll get them, sweetcheeks. In a moment. But first you can fuck me like this," you replied.

You extended your hand to Minho, and he took it, stepping closer to you. You then put both of your hands on his shoulders, and arched your back a bit, presenting yourself better to Jisung. He let out a sharp puff of air, hands landing on your behind. Kneading your cheeks, he spread them a bit, only to slightly tug on the plug that was in your ass. "It's glittery," Jisung chuckled.

You had a split second to catch the smirk playing on Minho's lips before he slotted them onto yours, one hand sliding to the back of your head, the other to the small of your back. At the same time, the tip of Jisung's cock appeared on your entrance. Teasing you and himself, he slid his hard length between your folds, his tip hitting your clit a few times, before finally pushing it in, holding you by your waist.

Jisung thrusted, slowly, bottoming out, while Minho's lips travelled from your lips to your jaw, to your neck. He kissed along the line of your neck, from below your ear to your shoulder, no doubt looking at either Jisung, or how he and you joined at the hips. Jisung halted inside you for a bit, and you actually felt a shiver run through him as his cock pulsed inside you. "Fuck, so tight. Minho you were right, she feels so fucking good and the ridges in the plug... Oh hell," Jisung breathed.

"Told you," Minho added, his voice sending shivers down your spine as he kissed a sensitive spot on your neck.

"Remember Minho, no marking," Chan then rumbled, and you turned your face to him, to allow Minho better access to the sensitive skin on your neck. "I know, hyung," he laughed, and you could feel his smile on your skin as he kissed and licked along your neck.

"You have sharp bunny teeth, I just want you to be careful with them. She's only mine to mark," Chan added, looking into your eyes as he continued to stroke himself. You smiled at his possessiveness.

"I know, but I won't bite her. Not even a nip. Just lips and tongue, I promi—" Minho replied, his sentence cutting short as you let one of your hands travel down his front, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock.

Jisung started to move behind you, and you let out a low moan, starting to stroke Minho in the same pace as Jisung was thrusting into you. You continued to look at Chan, and seeing his eyes wander all over the scene before him made you absolutely feral.

You didn't know what the psychology behind it all was, but seeing your man watching you getting fucked by his closest friends, his chosen brothers... It was so... taboo. Maybe that's why it was also so very exciting for both of you.

Chan's eyes fixated on your behind where Jisung was pushing his hips to meet your ass for a moment before moving to the hand between you and Minho, which was pumping him in the same rhythm. It was so devastatingly, deliciously, deliriously arousing, the way he looked at you.

His eyes flicked to yours just when Minho kissed you again, and you were just able to see the way Chan's pupils dilated and his eyes widened, lips parting with a low moan slipping from his throat before Minho grabbed your chin to make you look at him as he slipped his hand that had been on the small of your back between you too.

Minho's fingers landed on your now extremely sensitive bundle of nerves, and he began to rub it, slowly, gently at first, before picking up the pace just as Jisung's hips started to thrust into you faster too. Minho was breathing heavily, his lips too far away for you to kiss, because he held you by your chin to be able to look into your eyes. Jisung was panting behind you, moans escaping his throat whenever the plug or your clenching pussy dragged along his length just so.

"Jisung," Minho then said, giving a quick peck to your lips before looking past you at Jisung, still holding your chin. You tried to look at Chan, but were unable to move your head in Minho's grip. "Yeah?" Jisung replied, his pace slowing down for a few thrusts. "Let's give our good kitten her first orgasm, shall we?"

"We shall. And then we can both fill her up," Jisung replied, and you heard the smile in his voice. "Exactly. Do that thing to her what makes me see stars too whenever you do it to me," Minho said, and started to circle your clit, his fingers dipping further down, alternating between spreading his fingers so he could feel where you and Jisung joined, and to give your bundle of nerves the exact pressure and stimulation you needed to be so, very close on tipping over the edge.

You had no idea how Jisung started to move within you, but suddenly he felt bigger, and you felt him deeper, grinding into you so perfectly that you whimpered between them, Minho catching your lips with his again, for just a moment, before letting your chin go and grabbing your waist right above Jisung's hand.

You continued to drag your hand up and down his cock, precum pearling his tip. You brushed over his slit to gather it as extra lubricant. Minho stepped a tiny bit closer, and whispered into your ear. "Look at Chan while we make you come for him, kitten," making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You were assaulted with too many sensations at once. Jisung ground his hips into you in some sort of wave-like motion, making your insides clamp down on his cock, just as he tugged at the plug in your ass and slowly, oh so slowly, started to pull it out, before pushing it back in and pulling it slightly out again. Two of Minho's fingers, slick with your desire, caught your swollen clit between them, gently, but with enough pressure as he started to slightly move his fingers around it, that your knees almost buckled.

Minho's lips found the sensitive spot right below your ear again, and he kissed it, slightly sucking, without leaving a mark, before he blew cool air on it. You fought to keep your eyes open as your cheek landed on Minho's shoulder, so you could see Chan as you came. Chan let out a growl, but it came from so deep within his chest that you felt it in your core even though he was not even touching you.

And then, Jisung started to really move, his hips thrusting his length into you so fast you had a hard time staying in place. Minho was pushing you back to Jisung with the hand on your waist, as his fingers continued to work your clit.

And as Jisung finally pulled the plug out of you, dropping it next to you on the towel on the couch, and sheathed himself to the hilt inside you, you unraveled between them.

A high-pitched cry escaped your throat as your orgasm rushed through you, intense and fast. Your insides were throbbing, your walls clenching around Jisung's cock just for a moment before he pulled out, hugging your back to his chest. Minho stepped in closer, to hold you up between himself and Jisung, and they were kissing each other while they let you ride out your high.

You pried your eyes open as the aftershocks of the orgasm were pulsating through you and looked at Chan. His eyes were impossibly dark, oozing lust and desire, and pure adoration. One side of his plump lower lip was caught between his teeth as he gripped the armrests of the lounge chair, a bit tighter than he probably needed to, but he was trying to ground himself so he'd not come alongside you just seeing you getting fucked, without getting to touch you first.

"Gods, you look so fucking gorgeous, babygirl. I can't wait to get my hands and mouth on you and my cock inside you," he breathed out. "You want to claim me already?" you asked, your voice hazy with the orgasm you just had. Fuck that was intense. "I do, but not yet. Let them fill you up first. I need to see their cum leaking out of you while I claim you."

"I don't know why, but your dirty talk is turning me the fuck on and I'm already way too turned on to even last long before I bust," Jisung commented. "That was too good. And now I need to know where you bought that exact plug because we need to have one as well," he added. Minho chuckled. "Yeah, we really do," he agreed.

"I'll send you the details later," you said, lifting your head from Minho's shoulder. "Ready to have more fun, butt hunter?" you asked him, winking as you did. His tongue slipped between his lips as he tried to keep from bursting to laugh out loud. You turned around to face Jisung. His boba eyes were already looking up at you, as he was still kneeling on the couch. "Ready to have your kisses while you both fuck me?" you smiled down at him, pushing his chest.

Grinning, he replied, "Sure am, bug," as he re-positioned himself, sitting on the couch. "Baby?" you asked as you stepped closer to Jisung while he spread his legs so you could step in between them. "You wanna see them both pound into me or watch me?" you continued, turning your face to your man again.

He was smiling, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. "I think now I need to see them fill you up, babygirl," Chan replied, cocking his head to the side a bit. His lips were parted, and his chest was rising slowly with the deep breaths he was taking.

His cock looked painfully hard. But he preferred it that way. Said he comes so hard he sees the stars whenever he restrains himself from you first, essentially almost giving himself blue balls before rearranging your insides. You pressed your thighs together.

Just the thought of how he'd claim you after Minho and Jisung was making your breath catch. You licked your lips, then dragged your eyes up, allowing them to roam over his chocolate bar abs before catching his eyes. His eyes that were burning. Just for you.

Without you asking, you felt Jisung move. He moved to the corner of the couch, facing Chan as he scooted down so that his head rested on the armrest of the couch, one of his legs down, foot on the ground, while the other was stretched straight on the couch. You turned your head to him, almost giggling as he made grabby hands at you.

"These hands have an acute deficiency of boobs, bug, and my lips are in need of those promised kisses," he said, smiling. Minho almost snorted behind you. "As if I don't kiss you enough or let you fondle my pecs twenty four seven," Minho teased his boyfriend.

"No, you do, but come on. Boobs," Jisung protested, pointing at yours, then making grabby hands at them again with a wide grin. "Yeah yeah, I know, they're pretty spectacular," Minho agreed, slapping your ass. "Not as spectacular as your jiddies though, jagi. No offense, kitten. I'm just biased," Minho added, shrugging.

"None taken. I know you are," you replied, smiling, while climbing on Jisung's lap. "Baby, pass the lube to Minho," you then said as you hovered over Jisung's length, leaning forward. Jisung's hands found your breasts, palms up as you lowered your upper body, leaning in to kiss him. "You know what to do, kitty," you mumbled against Jisung's lips, directing the comment at Minho.

You heard him huff out a laugh as he caught the bottle of lube Chan chucked at him. "I do indeed," Minho replied and you heard the crack of the cap opening. Jisung was massaging your breasts, his hands overflowing with the size of them. While his hands were actually the same size as Chan's, somehow Chan's felt much bigger. As if your breasts knew how to fit perfectly only into his palms.

You placed one of your hands on Jisung's shoulder as you presented your ass to Minho and Chan, sliding the other hand between you and Jisung to wrap your fingers around his cock. Slowly pumping him, you kissed him and swallowed his moan, before he nudged you up a bit so he could catch your right nipple into his mouth. As he sucked slightly on it, circled his tongue around it, making you tremble, Minho's slick fingers found your back entrance.

The cool liquid on them made you shiver, as Minho spread it on you, before pushing first one, and then a second finger in, coating you in the lube also from the inside. You moaned, clenching at the sensation, your pussy tightening around nothing. "Fuck," you breathed as Jisung flicked his tongue on your nipple before switching to the other.

Minho repeated the process once more, before you heard him squirt some more lube onto his palm. Knowing he'd lather his length in it for a few seconds, you moved slightly, making Jisung whine in the process as your nipple slipped from his mouth. But then that whine was replaced by a loud gasp-like moan, as you lined him up on your entrance and lowered yourself down on his hard length.

One of his hands grabbed you by the back of your head as he pulled you down to a kiss, nipping at your bottom lip as you slowly ground on him, lifted your hips a few times, dragging your walls on his cock before Minho stepped in closer. He positioned himself over Jisung's leg, one leg on each side of it for a moment, before lifting the one closer to the couch onto it, his foot planting next to Jisung's outer thigh.

He leaned down, kissing your upper back, right on your spine. "Ready?" he asked, his voice breathy with anticipation. "Chan, baby, you can see what you need to see, yeah?" you asked. "I can, babygirl, go right ahead," he said, giving you permission to go forward.

You'd always check if he had what he needed. Even if this was the first time you were doing this with two others, you had always checked when he had fucked you with someone else. Always.

Because no matter the fact that it was Jisung and Minho who were fucking you, or someone else with Chan at other times, this was all for Chan. For you and him. So he'd better have the best view of this, when both of his brothers stretched you.

"Say please," you teased, smiling against Jisung's lips. Jisung and Minho both paused, but you could feel Jisung holding in a laugh, and failing, as his body was shaking with a silent giggle. "Aishh, babygirl... You're never letting that go, are you?" Chan chuckled. "Nope," you smirked, and kissed Jisung again. Minho lined himself up, ready to start slowly pushing his cock inside your ass.

"Come on Channie hyung, say please so I can fill up her beautiful ass for you," Minho drawled, no doubt smirking and looking at Jisung, if the way the corners of Jisung's eyes were creasing with the laugh he was trying to keep inside his chest. He cleared his throat, and failed at not laughing while his laugh escaped in between his words.

"Yeah Channie hyung, come on, say please." He thrusted slightly under you, making his cock brush against your g-spot. You moaned. You knew Chan was tonguing his cheek again, slight annoyance at the teasing of the guys just amping up his arousal. "Oh the hold you have on me, babygirl. Fine. Please," he huffed, laughter lacing the edges of his voice. He dragged the word out, elongating it. Pleeease.

Just as the word left Chan's lips, Jisung's found yours and one of Minho's hands appeared on your waist, as the other held his base as he pushed the tip in. You stilled, and so did Jisung, allowing Minho to move his hips closer to yours.

You were prepped, and properly lubed, as was Minho's cock, but the fit was so fucking impossibly tight with Jisung's cock inside you already. And Minho was definitely bigger, way bigger, than the plug.

Judging by the inhale Chan took, he had grabbed his cock again. You wished for a mirror on the wall in front of you, so you could see him stroke himself as he watched two cocks disappearing into you. "All good?" Minho asked, pausing, as you drew in a sharp inhale through your teeth. "Yes," you moaned. "Please," you added, needing him to push deeper.

"Ohh, now see, she can say please even without prompting," Minho teased, but then gave neither you nor Chan any time to quip back, as he thrusted in, slowly, but fully bottoming out. "Oh fuck," both you and Jisung breathed at the same time. You breathed deep, trying to allow your body a few inhales to get accustomed to the intrusion, but you already felt the need for more friction.

"Shit," you heard Chan breathe as he shifted in his seat. You knew he was aching to get inside you already but he needed to see you filled with cum first. Your entire body shook with goosebumps over the thought of how he was going to ruin you after.

"I'm afraid I'm not going to last long," Jisung admitted, pulling your face towards his to kiss you, desperately trying to ground himself. "Me neither," Minho groaned. Your breasts got caught in between your bodies, pressing against Jisung's chest. "Minho, please move," you groaned against Jisung's lips, trying to move your hips between them.

"See, she's such a good little kitten, knowing when to say please," Minho drawled again, just purely riling Chan up at this point. He pulled his cock halfway out, then slowly pushed back in, as his fingers brushed along your spine, making you shiver. Jisung stayed still under you, still kissing you through the first thrusts of Minho's thick length inside you, eating up your moans that were escaping your throat.

You came up for air, arching your back as you supported yourself on the couch armrest with your hands. Minho took that, and the "fuck yes", that slipped past your lips as his pelvis once more slowly connected with your ass, as a sign that he could move faster. As he did, Jisung craned his neck, lifting his head off the couch armrest to be able to catch your left nipple between his lips as his hand moulded around your right breast.

Minho thrusted deeper, faster, snapping his pelvis against your behind as he fucked your ass, while Jisung began to slowly grind his cock into you from under you. He was dragging it in and out of your cunt the best he could while being pinned down under you and trying not to slip out while Minho really started to move, now pounding into you, making his cock not only massage your walls, but along Jisung's length.

The sounds you were making were nothing short of pornographic, skin slapping on skin, the wet suction-like noise both the lube and your wetness were making, your moans and heavy breaths filling the air. And despite it all, you could hear Chan move his hand on himself faster, chasing his pleasure now, seeing you being fucked, both of your holes filled with cock, neither of which his.

"Oh my gods, fuck me," you let out, as Jisung actually bit your nipple, getting lost in the moment. You didn't think it would leave a mark, but you nudged his chin up with one hand while you lowered your lips onto his again, preventing him from doing it again. "She's so fucking tight," Minho groaned, thrusting into your ass balls deep, halting in place for just a few breaths.

"I know," you heard Chan say, his voice closer than you expected it to be. Suddenly he was in front of you right beside the couch armrest, his throbbing cock in his hand, hand on your hair yanking you up from Jisung's lips. "Open up," he said in a low grunt, as you were already doing so, mouth open, tongue out, looking up at his eyes through your lashes.

"Good girl," he moaned as he stepped one more step closer and slid his cock into your hot, wet mouth, the underside vein throbbing as it slid alongside your tongue. He managed a few thrusts past your uvula right down your throat, before releasing with a loud moan and a shudder, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail, wrapping it around his wrist.

Chan pulled out of your mouth, his cock still rock hard. You knew he would be ready for his round two right after the guys would finish inside you. You swallowed his load, licking your lips, moaning loud as Jisung now licked at your right nipple, but remembering not to bite this time. Chan quickly walked right next to the couch, behind you, so he could see the grand finale of this, assuming, rightly so, that you were all close.

"Shit, fuck," Minho grunted behind you, suddenly releasing into you, shunting his hips right against your behind, his cock as deep inside your ass as it could possibly be. Chan's climax down your throat apparently caused a chain reaction, making all of you erupt one by one. Feeling Minho unload deep inside you, his cock throbbing, ignited your second orgasm as your clit rubbed against Jisung's pelvic bone just so.

It caused the exact friction you needed to be tipped over the edge. You came, panting, moaning out your pleasure. You were loud. And you didn't care.

As Minho stopped moving, holding himself inside your ass, his cock still pulsating inside you, Jisung slightly lifted your hips so he could start to push his cock in and out of you. Wasting no time, he pummeled his length so deep into you that Minho almost slipped out of you, but he held onto your waist, keeping himself sheathed to make the feel of your pussy tighter for his boyfriend.

"Oh f-", Jisung managed before he hissed, followed by a few very imaginative curse words, as his hips bucked up, suddenly losing control. His orgasm made his whole body shake, thrusting his cock even deeper inside you. You felt Jisung's warmth spread into you, some of it even spilling out with how big his load seemed to be.

Chan inhaled sharply behind you, the breath he took hissing between his teeth. You could only imagine how obscene but yet so fucking arousing it looked for him. His woman, filled with two cocks that weren't his, both spurting cum inside you, so that some of it was already leaking out.

Jisung went entirely limp under you, and you wanted to kiss him, but assumed he would not appreciate the taste of Chan's cum on your lips so you didn't. Then things happened fast, as if Minho and Chan had already practiced what to do next. Minho pulled out of you, making you wince at the sudden emptiness, but moan at the gentle kiss he placed on your left ass cheek.

He practically lifted you off Jisung, making more of his cum spill out from your already spent cunt, before laying you down on the couch, your head now on the opposite armrest than Jisung's was. You saw him turn and lift Jisung a bit so that Jisung was still slouched on the couch. Then he kneeled in front of him, licking Jisung's cum that had leaked out of you off his stomach, and took Jisung's softening cock into his mouth.

You assumed Minho was cleaning Jisung, licking and sucking both your desire and his cum off, making Jisung squirm and moan. Probably sensitive as fuck. But you couldn't see what actually was happening, because Chan appeared above you.

You'd never seen him move with as much quickness as he did now, placing your ankles on his shoulders, lifting your hips just slightly so he could align his still hard cock to your leaking entrance, before pushing in with one swift thrust. All the way to the fucking hilt.

The sensation made your eyes roll to the back of your head and your breath caught in your throat. He is so fucking big. Even after all the times he's been inside you, it never ceases to amaze you how big he feels. Especially when he folds you under him like a fucking pretzel.

He folded you in half, placing his hands next to your shoulders to be able to lean down and claim your lips into the most searing, ravaging, desperate kind of kisses that he had ever given you. As if his entire life was hanging on a thread, his only salvation to be found through the connection of your bodies.

He utterly, completely, claimed you. With his cock, his lips, his heart and his soul.

No matter how truly and well fucked you already were, no other could ever compare to the feeling of his perfect dick inside you. It was as if he was moulded just for you. Carved into the perfect, delicious, almost too big for you length, but still just so fucking perfect with the way his thickness stretched you.

"You're mine", he murmured against your lips, almost too tenderly, a stark contrast to the situation you were in. "Yes", you breathed. "Say it", he demanded, biting your lower lip between his teeth, pulling gently as he rocked his hips into you. You moaned as his cock hit your cervix.

"Yours", you sighed. "I'm yours. Only ever yours. Always yours. Forever." Because he loves you like this. Fucked, filled, and still feral and dripping, just for him. His to claim.

"Fucking damn right you are. Mine. Only mine. Forever mine", he grunted, each word highlighted with a sharp thrust. You felt Jisung's cum leaking out of you with each one, your insides already starting to tighten around Chan. So impossibly fast.

"And you are mine", you said. "Yes", he managed to breathe, before you were already pulling his lips into yours, opening for him. His tongue slid against yours, desperately finding another anchor to sink into the depths of your soul that already belonged to him. He parted you for air, pushing himself up to his knees, continuing to move in and out of you, now looking down.

"My fucking god, you look so exquisite. Dripping someone else's cum and yet this cunt, this body, it all belongs to me", he moaned. "Are you going to fill me up, baby? Make that pussy drip with yours, fucking give it to me, every last goddamn drop", you breathed, panting, moaning, whining under him. "Ahhh, fuck yes", Chan groaned, before pulling out for just a moment. Admiring the view, seeing now both your pussy and ass dripping with cum. For him.

His eyes burned with raw, unfiltered lust, before he looked deep into your eyes. The lust melted into overpowering love, as he pushed his cock back in. One of his hands snaked under your ass, his thumb pressing inside you as his cock pumped in and out of your cunt. He moved his other hand between your legs, pushing down on your lower abdomen, feeling his cock move under your skin, inside you, poking your lower belly from the inside.

He then moved his hand down, pressing his thumb on your clit, starting to rub it in circles, perfectly synced with his powerful thrusts. "Chan, baby... fuck... Chris", you moaned. Your legs dropped from his shoulders, landing on his hips and the tops of his thighs. "I'm gonna-", you exhaled, your navel pulling itself towards your spine, your third orgasm right around the corner. A tidal wave, waiting for a rumbling earthquake to release it.

"Let go babygirl, come for me. Give it to me", he breathed, a single drop of sweat making its way down his temple, along his neck, right onto his collarbone. You wanted to lick it off.

"Come with me baby, please", you begged, reaching for him with your hands. You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull him to you, but he suddenly pulled his thumb out of your ass, lifted his other away from your clit and grabbed your hands, pulling you up to him.

Staying on his knees, he effortlessly lifted you up, as if you weighed next to nothing even with all your curves. He guided your arms onto his shoulders before grabbing you from under your ass. Your hands automatically found their way into his hair, your fingers brushing through his sweaty curls before grabbing a hold of them.

Chan connected your foreheads, needing to look down still so he could see his cock disappear into you, Jisung's cum dripping out now with every thrust. You felt Minho's release drip out of you too, probably onto Chan's cock or thighs, or onto the couch. You'd need to replace the cover fabrics after this.

Chan moved you on him, dragging his cock in and out of you, watching it disappear into the warmth of your dripping wet walls. You watched it with him, and suddenly the sight, the sensations, the emotions, everything, crashed over you as your tidal wave released itself. Your head dropped back, revealing your neck to Chan.

He planted his lips hungrily right where your right clavicle met your neck, and sucked, marking you as he followed you into the whirlpool of your shared climax. Thrusting deep one last time as he brought you down onto his cock so that he was as deep inside you as he could be, he released with a rumbling groan, panting onto your skin.

As you slowly came down from your high, you realized Chan had moved you. He was now sitting on the couch, you were straddling him but your legs were untangled and next to his thighs. He was hugging you to his chest, and your face was facing Jisung and Minho. You blink your eyes open as Chan kisses your hair on top of your head.

Jisung was lounging on Minho, between his thighs, Jisung's back against Minho's chest. One of Minho's hands was resting on top of Jisung's chest, while the other was on his waist, drawing small circles. Jisung's fingers were laced through Minho's on his chest, while his other hand was on Minho's thigh.

They were watching you and Chan, smirking, smiling, but clearly content and happy. For being asked to participate, for being able to give something to you both that both you and Chan clearly thoroughly enjoyed. And you had a feeling that they were also happy to witness what they did. They were happy for you.

Chan's cock was still inside you, slowly softening. You smiled at the guys next to you. "Thank you," you sighed. "Thank us?" Minho cocked one of his brows up. "More like thank you, both of you," Jisung said dreamily.

"You guys are literally way too hot and disgustingly beautiful together," he continued. "Like being allowed to participate was one thing, but watching you two get completely lost in each other afterwards," Jisung added. "Yeah, that was something else," Minho finished his boyfriend's thought.

Somehow at that, you suddenly blushed. "Not you blushing at a compliment after being fucked by three guys with your man's cock still inside you," Jisung chuckled. "Gosh, if I didn't before, now I really get it, Chan. I really do," he added.

"Get what?" Chan asked, his voice deeper than normal, the vibrations of it making their way through your spine, taking root in your brain, making you feel like a field of spring flowers bloomed inside you. "Why you're so completely gone for her."

Chan huffed out a laugh through his nose. "Yeah. I really am," he said, nudging your chin with one finger, making you turn your head to him and look up, only to be met with his lush lips on yours. "I'm gonna make her my wife one day," he murmured against your lips, causing your entire soul to be set on fire.

You forgot how to breathe for a second or two. You froze, your eyes flashing open, the drowsiness caused by three orgasms completely dissipating into thin air in an instant. You parted your lips, looking right into the deep, dark, rich chocolate brown of his eyes. You could fucking drown in them and die happy.

You searched them for any sign of a joke, any sign of panic that he might have felt due to the sudden confession. But you found none. Instead you found a bottomless well, full of absolute adoration and limitless love.

"You mean that?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper as your throat was threatening to close due to the tears already welling up your eyes. "I do," Chan breathed. A single tear escaped your eye, rolling down your cheek until Chan caught it with his lips. "Gosh hyung, save the 'I do' for the altar," Minho groaned. "You're so in love it's making my teeth rot with how sweet it is."

The comment made both you and Chan laugh, Jisung and Minho himself joining in, breaking the sudden small tension Chan's confession created in the atmosphere. Chan's cock was now fully soft inside you, but you didn't want to move. You wanted to get even closer to him, to dive under his skin and live inside his heart.

But you were starting to feel sticky. You needed a shower. "So," you said. "Is it safe to assume we'll be doing this again?"

Chan chuckled. "I'm all for it babygirl, if they are too," he replied. "We are," Minho and Jisung replied at the same time, almost before Chan even had finished his sentence. "Good," Chan replied. You knew he meant it too.

He really did love watching you while you were getting fucked. But he loved filling you up even more when you were already pumped full of cum. "But next time Han, no biting her," he added, his tone serious but not stern or threatening.

"Shit, did I bite? Fuck, man, I'm sorryyyy," Jisung groaned, rubbing his hand down his face. "And to think you warned me and my bunny teeth," Minho said, clearly trying not to laugh. You chuckled out a breathy laugh. "Baby it's ok, it was just a small nick really, he just got lost in the moment and forgot. It won't even leave a mark," you said.

"I know, but I noticed it. Didn't like how it made me react," Chan breathed out. "I know, but he didn't mark me, so it's all good. They followed the other rules. They didn't hurt me, mark me or taste me. Hmm?" you said, kissing the corner of his lips.

"Actually, Minho did, though. Not directly of course, but he did lick me clean," Jisung said, before yelping. You and Chan both turned to look at them. Minho had slapped Jisung on his chest. "Jagiya! Why did you have to out me like that?" he scoffed, laughing as if he didn't believe what he was hearing. "Ouch, jagi, shit. Because I don't want to be the only one who broke the rules," Jisung laughed as he replied, rubbing at his left pec.

"Aishh, why do I even bother with these rules if you're not gonna follow them anyway," Chan groaned. "Because your OCD ass requires rules and order in everything you or we do," you replied for everyone, making both Minho and Jisung huff out a laugh.

"But he didn't taste directly from the source, so I'd say he didn't actually break the rules. Just like Jisung didn't either, he didn't mark me."

Chan sighed, letting out a loud exhale. "I guess so then. But maybe I'll still punish you instead of them," he said. "Looking forward to it," you purred, your insides clenching around him. Chan smirked, his cock twitching inside you, as he tongued the inside of his cheek.

"Ugh, we need to get out of here jagiya before they start fucking again. I'm feeling sticky with all the lube and as much as I enjoyed that, I don't need to witness them going at it again right now," Minho said, suddenly getting up, actually scooping Jisung up bridal style.

"We'll come back for our clothes later," Minho said and winked at you and Chan, starting to walk them over to the door connecting your conjoined houses. The other door leading to the apartment shared by Hyunjin and Felix was locked from your side.

"But jagiiii, I could have watched more," Jisung whined as Minho reached for the door. You giggled at them. "Next time Ji, we can have more fun and you can watch all you like the next time," you shouted after them before Minho pulled the door shut behind them.

"They're so going to fuck when they get into the shower," you added. "Probably. Feral rabbits," Chan agreed, turning your face towards him again, kissing your lips gently.

"Shower or bath?" he asked, breathing in your shared breaths.

"Bath first, please, then shower so I can wash you at least, because I know you'll want to take care of me the rest of the night. You deserve some aftercare too," you said, smiling onto his lips as you pressed yours against his.

"Hmm. Deal. Then lots of water, food and movies after while I rub your legs, back and shoulders? Maybe a glass of the red we have open too," he continued. You nodded. "And maybe you can brush my hair and give me a scalp massage?" Chan asked, getting up, his cock slipping out of you as he too switched you into a bridal position in his arms.

"I can do anything you want, baby," you replied. "So maybe even back scratches?" he whispered, as if he was afraid someone might hear him asking for it. "Yes, even those." You giggled, kissing his neck making him shiver.

He started to walk you upstairs to the ensuite bathroom. In the stairs, you spoke up. "You know," you started. "Yeah?" Chan murmured gently. "You'll say yes," you replied. "Yes to what?" he asked. "When you'll ask me to be your wife," you confessed. Chan stopped right at the top of the stairs.

"You will?" he asked, almost breathless. "Of course you will." Chan beamed down at you. "You want to marry me?" he asked, almost giddy all of a sudden. "Yes," you replied.

"Really? Like for real? Because you weren't joking when you said you'll make me your wife," he suddenly spluttered, his Australian accent thickening with the growing excitement. Both in his tone and down below. You guess thinking about you as his wife was arousing to him.

"Really, really. You're not joking either. You've been ready to be your wife since even before you asked him to move in with you," you replied. Chan started to walk towards the bathroom again, but blindly this time, as he suddenly kissed you so feverishly that he stole your breath away.

"I need to plan the most amazing proposal ever and surprise you. Gosh I fucking adore you," he then breathed against your lips. "And I you," you replied. He placed you onto the floor of your bathroom, right next to the tub, before stepping in closer, his arousal pressing against your lower tummy.

"Please say we can shower first and then have a bath?" Chan asked, his hands finding their way to your behind. "Why?" you asked, your voice breathy. You were ready to go again too. Knowing he wanted to marry you, too, suddenly had you feral. "Because I really need to fuck my future wife right now," he admitted, making millions of tiny butterflies start to swarm in your heart and stomach.

"Well. At least our future wedding hashtag will be fitting," you replied, taking his hand and leading him behind the glass wall into the shower corner, turning the waterfall shower on. "Wedding hashtag? How so? Do you already have one in mind for us?" he smiled, stepping under the water, pulling you to him.

You lifted your arms over his shoulders, pulling him into a wet kiss. "I do, yeah," you said, lifting your left leg onto his hip. He grabbed you from under your thigh, your leg dangling over his arm as he lined himself onto your entrance again, already knowing you'd still be ready for him, wet from before and now again.

"Mmmh, hearing you say 'I do' does things to me," Chan said and pushed his cock inside you with one fluid movement, moaning onto your lips. "Now tell me, what's the hashtag?" he asked, staying in place.

"#shebangs," you replied, making him pause, before bursting out into a laugh that elicited those tiny adorable squeaks from his throat that you loved so goddamn much. "I fucking love your brain," he then said, still giggling. You couldn't help but smile, joining him in his laughter.

"But it fits, right? She bangs, because I do bang you, let you bang me, let others bang me so you can watch and bang me after, but also I'm going to become a Bang, well Bahng, but anyway. And it's a Ricky Martin song too, so the innocent people will think it's a funny reference to that and a play on me getting your last name."

"Yeah, and the not so innocent ones will know exactly what you meant by it," he murmured as he pulled halfway out of you, and pushed his cock back in, making you moan. "That's exactly the point," you replied. "It's settled then, that'll be our wedding hashtag," Chan chuckled, moving slowly inside you again, pressing his lush lips on yours.

"Now, future Mrs. Bahng. Let me bang you, so you can confidently say that you do, in fact, bang."

A/n: Welp, that's the end of this rollercoaster of a story. I really tried to limit the amount of minsung portrayed here as much as I can for those who aren't comfortable with it 😞. Anyways, thanks for reading.

reblogs and comments are appreciated ♡