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The restaurant is one of those sleek, expensive places tucked into a skyscraper. You sit across from Mina, your wife, dressed in a pale silk blouse that clings to her slight frame like it was molded for her. Mina’s always had that poised elegance about her, like she’s just stepped out of a magazine shoot without trying, and yet her body - soft curves at her chest and hips that show through the fabric despite her modest style - carries a quiet sensuality that makes it hard not to stare. Her long legs are crossed under the table, the edge of her pleated skirt climbing just enough to tease your imagination each time she shifts slightly in her seat.

The waiter fills up your glass, sets the bottle on the stand beside you, and leaves. You lean back, exhaling, the weight of months of sixty-hour weeks heavy in the slump of your shoulders. The endless meetings, reports, and late nights in the office have burned grooves into the rhythm of your life. Every day bleeds into the next; marketing projections, sales targets, scattered meals alone at home, an empty bed waiting until Mina slips in after midnight, too exhausted from practice, photoshoots, or flights to do more than curl into the warmth of the sheets.

Your whole existence has become a cycle: work until your body feels numb, come home to a silent apartment, repeat until you can’t tell the difference between weekdays and weekends. Sitting here tonight, just seeing Mina in front of you, reminds you of how much you’ve been needing a break.

"I’ve been thinking," you start, picking up your glass and swirling the wine before taking a slow sip. "I need to take some time off. Just one week. No calls, no endless charts and budgets, nothing. Just me and you. I want to relax properly, do things together like we used to. No work, no travel, just us."

Mina pauses with her fork halfway to her lips, eyes softening as she watches you. "You look tired," she says finally, calm and smooth as ever, carrying that gentle steadiness she’s always had. "Like you’ve been grinding yourself into the ground again."

"I am," you admit, resting the glass down. "And I don’t want to keep going like this. What’s the point of hustling all the time if I barely get to spend any of it with my wife? So… I was thinking this week. Just us. Dates, maybe a trip somewhere, maybe even just staying home and shutting the world out for a while. Doesn’t matter, as long as I’m with you."

Her lips part slightly, hesitating, and you watch her set down her utensil and intertwine her delicate fingers in front of her plate. There’s a tension in the small movement, an indicator you’ve seen before, especially when she’s about to tell you something she’s been holding back.

"There’s something I need to tell you," she murmurs, gaze dipping down for a second before lifting back to meet yours. "I’ll be in Japan next week. MISAMO has group activities. It’s a full schedule; rehearsals, promotions, shooting. I won’t be able to be here."

You tighten your grip around the stem of your glass, swallowing the flash of disappointment that surges through you. You’ve spent weeks imagining this break, craving it, telling yourself Mina would be the one thing to bring color back into the blur your life has become. And now…

"So the week I finally take off," you say slowly, forcing your tone steady though there’s sharpness under it, "is the same week you’re gone?"

She tilts her head slightly, a hint of guilt in her expression, though she holds herself with that same graceful composure. "I know it’s bad timing," she says softly. "But you know how it is. I don’t always get to choose. And once everything is confirmed, it’s impossible to back out."

This is exactly what it feels like to be married to an idol, you think bitterly. The dates cut short, the dinners interrupted by late-night calls, the long weeks where your house feels more like a hotel lobby than a home. You love her - it isn’t even a question - but you sometimes wonder if she’s more married to her career than she is to you.

"You promised you'd try to make more time for us," you remind her.

Mina leans forward slightly, her gentle gaze not wavering. "I didn’t forget. And I don’t want you to think I don’t care that you’re exhausted. I’ve been thinking about you too… that’s why I came up with something."

You raise a brow, skepticism heavy. "If I can’t be there to help you relax myself," she says, slipping her hand subtly across the table to brush against your wrist, "then I’ll arrange for someone who can."

You stare at her, confused. "Someone?"

A small, restrained smile forms on her lips. "Not just someone. Two people, actually. People I trust. They’ll take care of you while I’m gone. The week’s too important to let you burn out on your own."

Her calmness, her unshaken delivery, throws you off more than anything. You lean in a little closer, searching her expression for a sign she’s joking, but she doesn’t flinch.

"Mina," you murmur, baffled. "You’re seriously telling me you want to set me up with... other women while you’re in Japan?"

She doesn’t deny it, doesn’t falter under your stare. Her lips twitch almost imperceptibly, and those glossy dark eyes hold your attention steady.

"Yes," she says simply. "I’ve already talked to them. They agreed."

Silence sits between you for a moment, the hum of diners in the background blurring into nothing. You try to process the mental picture she’s planting in your head, the absurdity of it all. Mina, your elegant idol wife, handing you the keys to something so dangerous, so tempting, like it was just another dinner plan arranged by her manager.

"Why would you even…" your tone trails off, mind racing with scenarios.

Mina places her chin gently in her hand and finally lets her smile widen. "Because I know you, and I know you won’t let yourself breathe if you don’t have someone to push that stress out of you. And because I can’t stand thinking about you suffocating alone when I can’t be there."

You can’t decide if she’s serious, teasing, or both. Either way, that soft confidence in her expression makes one thing clear: she’s already set it in motion, and she’s not taking it back.

"Be more specific," you say with suspicion. "Because right now it sounds like you’re… offering me other women. And if that’s what you mean, you’d better tell me who the hell you’re talking about."

Mina doesn’t flinch. In fact, she leans back in her chair with that graceful composure that never leaves her, eyes glimmering under the low light. She takes a sip of wine, presses her lips together softly, then meets your gaze.

"Enami Asa and Nakamura Kazuha," The words slip out steady, deliberate. "They’ll be yours for the week. Do whatever you want with them. No rules, no strings attached."

You stare, almost laughing in disbelief, waiting for her to crack, for her lips to twitch like she’s playing some elaborate joke.

"Mina…" you mutter, leaning closer, making sure you heard right. "You’re joking. You can’t be serious. Is this some kind of prank?"

Her eyes narrow ever so slightly, lips curving into the faintest smirk as though she’s amused by your disbelief. "I’ve already mentioned you to both of them. They’ve agreed," she answers, measured but confident, like this insane plan has already been ironed out. Then her tone lowers, her elegance cracked just enough to show a more mischievous side. " The timing is perfect: they're both off this month. Honestly, they’ve been harassing me for months about you… asking when I’ll finally share my husband. Asa teases me all the time. Kazuha, too. They’re young. They’re eager. They’ll be great for you."

For a long second you can only breathe out a laugh, shaking your head, still trying to catch up with her insane calmness. "You’re really telling me my wife, the refined, perfect Mina, the woman I married, is setting me up to… sleep around with Asa from Babymonsters and Kazuha from Le Sserafim while you’re gone?"

"Not sleep around," she corrects gently, her expression never wavering as she crosses her legs again under the table. "It's sex without commitment. That's the difference. I trust you, and I trust them. This isn’t about replacing me; it’s about taking care of you. I want you to get rid of all that stress in the most… effective way possible."

It’s fucking surreal, hearing something so outrageous spill from her lips with such calm rationality. You lean back in your chair, staring at her, forcing yourself to test her conviction. "And what about you?" you ask. "I’m supposed to be spending time with my wife, and now you’re sending me to Japan to get taken care of by two girls younger than me instead?"

Mina sets her wine glass down slowly, deliberate in the gesture. "When I have time," she says, "I’ll join you. We’ll make it a game. It’ll be fun. You’ll rent a house, somewhere discreet. I know you. You won’t do it here, too risky. But in Japan? They are already there waiting for you. They’ll know exactly how to keep you entertained until I can come. And then…" she smiles faintly, tilting her head, "then we’ll take care of them together."

The casualness with which she says it is more shocking than the suggestion itself. She doesn’t lower her gaze, doesn’t break eye contact, waiting for you to process it.

This woman is insane, you think, though the tightness in your chest betrays how much the idea excites you.

"You think that’s what I wanted?" you ask her flatly, trying to cling to some measure of control. "To just… get handed two idols like they’re toys?"

"Isn’t it?" she presses, leaning forward slightly with that same intimidating calm. "Don’t tell me you never thought about it, not even once. You’re too honest for your own good."

You exhale hard through your nose, palms flexing against your thighs, weighing the firestorm she’s presenting. "Not exactly," you admit grudgingly. "But…" Your lips twitch into a crooked grin despite yourself. "It might work."

Her expression softens, pleased, and she reaches across the table again, brushing two fingers against your hand. "It will work. Trust me. You’re stressed, you’re burned out, and I can’t be here. Asa and Kazuha are goddesses, and they’ll devote themselves to you. This really is a win-win situation."

For the first time in weeks, maybe months, something warm stirs in your chest, some twisted combination of relief and arousal, the thrill of knowing that maybe Mina isn’t the quiet saint everyone imagines her to be but a woman who wants to feed a darker, hotter part of your life together. You can’t fight the temptation of it; you can already see it unfolding in your mind, the discreet house, Asa and Kazuha waiting like obedient pets, your wife slipping in when she finally can, that elegant smile promising ruin.

"You really are full of surprises," you say, a low laugh spilling out of you as you take another sip of wine. "I never knew you were this open-minded."

Her breasts rise subtly with her next breath, her blouse pressing faintly around her curves as she tilts her head, her dark hair spilling across her shoulder. "You never asked," she says simply. "But maybe you should from now on. You’ll like the answers."

There’s nothing to say to that except acceptance, and you both raise your glasses. The sound of crystal clinking together fills the silence between you.

And suddenly the heaviness that dragged you to this dinner starts to fade. The loneliness of long nights, the burnout echoing in your bones, even the emptiness of knowing Mina’s career will always own her time - all of it feels lighter, replaced by a hunger you hadn’t felt in months. You cut into your steak, biting into it with genuine satisfaction.

Mina watches you, content, elegant as ever, chewing slowly before asking, "How’s the food?"

You glance up at her, savoring both the meal and the unexpected thrill of her newfound wickedness. "Everything’s delicious," you say, and now you really mean it.

—

Tokyo hits you with that familiar rush the second you step off the plane; the sheer size of it, the electronic billboards plastering faces ten stories high, the world humming with too many people in too little space. You pass through the terminal and catch massive walls of MISAMO advertisements; Mina, standing poised and radiant on the displays, lips parted faintly in that elegant way that makes headlines swoon. Seeing her name, her image larger than life, drives home again what kind of life you’re tangled in… this strange marriage balancing between boardrooms, fame, long absences, and now, apparently, two beautiful Japanese strangers about to walk into the house you just rented.

The place you picked out isn’t flashy by chaebol standards, but it’s private, tucked into a quiet Tokyo neighborhood where neighbors don’t ask questions. A plain exterior, an open interior that’s modern with clean hardwood floors, tall windows shaded by gauzy curtains that let in the gray light of a cloudy afternoon. There’s a heaviness to the weather, humidity clinging in the air, the sky stretching pale as if it’s about to break into rain any second.

Two hours after you settle into the house, the doorbell rings, but it’s not the girls; it’s the groceries you ordered for delivery, the ones you hope will last you through the week. After bringing them in, you put everything away in the fridge and cabinets. Food, cleaning products, alcohol (lots of alcohol), the basics for human survival.

Your stomach finally growls. You change clothes, something more comfortable than your travel clothes, and head to the kitchen, filling the kettle and tearing the foil lid off a styrofoam cup of ramen, half distracted by the silence pressing in on you.

The steam fogs your face as you watch the noodles soften, the smell salty and comforting. You catch yourself chewing the inside of your cheek, restless. You don’t even know Asa or Kazuha. You’ve seen them on stage, on screens, their performances clipped into reels your younger cousins play obsessively at family dinners, but you don’t know them. Not in any real way. You don’t know how they’ll act, how bold they’ll be, how much of Mina’s insane scheme was forced versus mutual. You don’t know what the hell you’re supposed to do the second they walk through the door.

The kettle clicks off. You pour, watch the noodles swell, pick up your chopsticks just as the doorbell rings. It must be them.

Crossing the living room, you grip the handle, swing the door open, and there they are. Two women standing in the cool gray light of the hallway, faces hidden behind oversized masks and big designer sunglasses. Both in casual but stylish streetwear: Asa in a baggy black hoodie tucked into denim shorts that show smooth pale thighs, chunky sneakers on her feet, hair spilling loose under a cap pulled low. Kazuha in a fitted cropped cardigan over a tank top.She is also wearing high-waisted jeans, her figure lean, sculpted from endless training and pilates. Elegant even in disguise, one hand clasped around the strap of the backpack hanging off her shoulder.

Their identical, practiced discretion fades the second you wave them inside. They step across the threshold quickly, drop their bags by the entryway tiles, and peel off their shades and masks as if finally exhaling. Kazuha’s hair shimmers under the light, long, falling to her chest. Her features are cut from symmetry that would make a sculptor weep: sharp chin, full lips, wide brown eyes blending softness into poise. Asa by comparison is mischief embodied, her mouth tugging up immediately into a cocky half-smile, her dark eyes catching yours with no hesitation, no shyness; just a girl who already owns the room without asking permission.

(Of course, Mina is still the most beautiful woman you’ll ever know - your mind insists on it. But denying the sheer beauty standing in your rented home would be like denying fire burns.)

Kazuha is the first to speak, low but clear as her lips curve politely. "It’s a pleasure to finally meet you."

Asa smirks, stepping forward a little, more casual, bold without reservation. "Mina’s already talked a lot about you."

That makes you blink. "You two are actually close to Mina? I didn’t… I didn’t know that."

They exchange a glance before Kazuha tilts her head, lips twitching faintly as though she wants to tease. "There’s a lot you don’t know."

Before you can press her, Asa strolls straight into the kitchen space as if she’s lived there for weeks already. She rests her palm on the counter, twists the instant noodles toward her with zero concern, and without a second thought, steals your chopsticks and slurps down a mouthful. Her lips shine from the steam, her laugh soft, playful. "Don’t look so stiff. You’re acting like this is some big deal. Relax, babe. What did you think this was going to be?"

You rub your hand across the back of your neck, the tension knotting between your shoulders, trying not to show how far beneath the surface your nerves really go. "Forgive me if I find this just a bit absurd," you mutter. "Two idols showing up at a stranger’s door because my wife decided they’d keep me company…? You don’t think that’s insane?"

Kazuha steps closer, perching against the side of the counter, watching you with patient warmth. "Stop overthinking," she says simply, cutting through the static in your head. "Maybe that’s your whole problem. Maybe that’s why you’re so stressed all the time. You think yourself into knots until you can’t breathe."

Your gaze flickers between them. The ramen steam curls between you as you cross your arms and lean against the counter opposite them. "How much did Mina even tell you about me?" you ask.

Asa looks at you over the rim of the bowl as she steals another bite, her grin turning sharper, mischievous.

"She only told us the important things: what you like, what you don’t, and…" she pauses for obscene effect, tongue darting across her lower lip, "how you fuck. That’s the part that caught our attention."

Your breath catches at that, the bluntness of it colliding with the ridiculousness of this entire setup. You have to ask, it spills out before you can restrain yourself. "Why the hell would you both agree to this?"

The question earns you an immediate look from them as if what you said is borderline stupid. Asa lowers the bowl, planting it on the counter, then leans closer toward you.

"Because do you have any idea how hard it is for us to get laid in this industry?" she states flatly. "We can’t just go out there. We can’t trust anyone. Everyone wants to brag, or expose, or use us. So yeah, we want it, but we can’t risk it. Mina knows that. So being here? With you? Her husband? That solves everything. You’re safe. You won’t run your mouth, you know the industry, you’re already breaking the rules by even considering it. So who better than you?"

Kazuha shifts in closer, her presence quieter but heavier than Asa’s, drawing you in like gravity. Her eyes travel down to your chest before she lifts her chin, leveling her gaze back up at you. "Come here," she orders softly.

You obey, an invisible pull tightening in your core until the space between you is nothing. She presses both of her soft hands against your blouse, pouting at you with lips that could undo kingdoms.

"Here’s how this week will go. Asa and I are yours. Your pets. Your whores. We’ll wake up naked, we’ll go to sleep naked. Our breakfast? Your cum. Every time you feel stress, every time you feel pressure - we’ll take it from you, with our holes, our mouths, our bodies. All week long."

Her hands run down the front of your torso, brushing faintly against your belt as she leans closer. "And save some energy for when Mina arrives. Because when your wife comes, we’re hers too. Understand?"

You barely have time to process before Asa is stepping even closer, confidence blazing in her smirk as she leans her shoulder lightly into yours.

Kazuha tilts her face upward, closing those perfect lips over yours in a slow, deliberate kiss, a claiming that tastes like the beginning of something irreversible. Warmth spreads across your tongue, her softness lingering before she pulls away just enough for her heavy-lidded eyes to lock yours.

Asa slides in next, stealing her turn immediately, her kiss messy, tasting like chili and steam from the ramen she stole. Her lips press harder, spicier, her tongue teasing against yours and retreating with that cocky grin back in place.

Now that the ice has been broken, the bottles don’t take long to appear. Asa rummages like she already owns the place, crouching low, tugging at cupboards and drawers until she pulls out a couple of decent bottles tucked above the microwave, the drinks you had bought earlier. She holds them up with a grin, like a kid who just found treasure. Kazuha laughs under her breath, shaking her head but not stopping her, and soon enough you’re all pouring drinks into mismatched glasses, cutting the edge off the awkwardness with alcohol.

The first few sips hit smooth, burning just enough to chase away the leftover nerves sitting in your shoulders. By the time the fourth (or maybe the fifth) round is gone, the atmosphere shifts… lighter, warmer, strands of inhibition burning away in the back of your throat. You catch Asa watching you between gulps, her elbow leaned casually across the counter as if she’s trying to read you just from the way you drink. Kazuha sits closer to you, glass balanced in her hand, her hair shining against her pale cardigan as she tips her head back to swallow the liquor.

Asa exhales, dragging her palm across her forehead theatrically. "It’s hot in here," she sighs, slumping against the counter with an exaggerated groan.

Kazuha sets her glass down quietly, looking at Asa and then at you. "Maybe we should change clothes," she suggests, smooth, unhurried, as if she’s already made the decision.

Asa smirks, straightening, tugging at the hem of her hoodie. "You—," she points at you and laughs softly, "stay here. Don’t you dare peek. You’ll see soon enough."

They sling their backpacks over their shoulders before you can even offer directions toward the bedrooms. You raise a hand, about to point them down the hall, but Kazuha cuts you off, her lips pressing faintly into a knowing smile. "We can find them," she says simply, pulling her bag tight against her side before gliding down the corridor.

The house feels impossibly quiet once they disappear. You’re alone again in the living room, glass half full, heart pacing weirdly at the thought of what the hell they’re pulling from those bags. There’s pressure building in your chest, excitement and nerves woven together. You set the glass down.

Maybe you should check in on Mina.

Maybe this is crossing over into a new level of insanity you can’t do without hearing her voice steady you.

You pull out your phone, thumb hovering for a second before placing the call. For a moment, no answer, and you’re about to hang up when the connection clicks on the other end.

"Hey," Mina breathes. "How are you? Did the girls arrive?"

You sink down on the couch, dragging your hand through your hair as if releasing some of the tension. "Yeah," you admit. "They’re here. Just… unpacking or something. I miss you."

There’s a pause, but her breath lingers, soothing and present. "I’ll be there soon," she says. "Don’t sound so weighed down already. This is meant to help you."

You close your eyes, the liquor making your chest feel warmer, looser. "I love you," you say without hesitation.

On the line, you hear her soft laugh; gentle, like she can see through you even though she’s across the sea. "You’re drunk already," she observes. "But I love you too."

You barely register the sound behind you until it’s too late. A presence moves close, warm breath brushing along your shoulder as a hand slips into your grip, pulling the phone effortlessly from your fingers. You snap your eyes open, turning sharply, only to be hit by a sight that knocks the air out of you.

Asa stands there beside you, your phone pressed to her ear, her lips pulled wide into an excited grin. She’s stripped down to black lingerie, lace hugging her curves, her skin soft and glowing under the dim ceiling light. Her bra lifts her small but perfect chest, straps sliding just enough to tease, while her matching panties ride high on her hips, cut scandalously thin at the sides. Her confidence radiates; she’s something untamed posing as casual.

And at her side: Kazuha, kneeling already on the couch, her hands gliding high up your thighs as if they belong there. The cardigan and jeans are gone, set aside somewhere in the bedroom, and she’s left in delicate silvery lingerie, the thin material almost translucent as it presses against her skin like it’s barely hanging on. Her cleavage rounds tightly under the delicate cups of her bra, her toned stomach faintly flexing as she moves. Her hair tumbles forward over her shoulders as her gaze lifts to meet yours, her pout carrying something devastatingly sexy…

An innocence wrapped around pure intent.

"Hi Mina," Asa chirps into the phone brightly, eyes glittering with amusement as she glances at you. "Yeah, don’t worry. We’ll take care of your husband. We promise he won’t be missing you too much tonight."

Your mouth opens in disbelief, but no sound finds its way out. Kazuha presses closer between your knees, her fingers dragging slowly along your belt, teasing the buckle open like she’s savoring every moment of unwrapping a forbidden gift. She whispers carefully, her lips brushing across your stomach through the fabric of your shirt.

"Relax. She wants this as much as we do."

From the phone, you hear Mina’s restrained laugh, controlled even as the sound drips indulgence. "I’m giving you both total freedom," she says smoothly. "Make sure he’s very, very satisfied. He needs it. Don’t hold back."

Your throat tightens as Kazuha’s fingers finally pop the buckle, spreading your belt aside, sliding your zipper painfully slow. Asa covers the mouthpiece briefly and bites down a chuckle before focusing again. "We’ll make sure of it," she promises dreamily. "He’s in good hands. And we’ll be waiting for you here when you come. Can't wait to have fun together." Then she ends the call with a quick goodbye and tosses your phone onto the couch cushions, turning her full attention back to you.

Kazuha pulls at your waistband, tugging the denim of your pants down your thighs until she frees you. Asa kneels gracefully on the floor next to Kazuha. Then they see it: your cock springing free, thick, much larger than they expected. Their surprise is painted plain across their faces, Kazuha’s eyes widening before a pleased pout curves into a wicked little smile, Asa’s jaw slack before splitting into a grin of pure delight.

"Holy shit," Asa mutters, hand already reaching, wrapping around the base with curious excitement, measuring you with a slow slide of her fist. "Mina didn’t exaggerate. You’re… fuck… you’re huge."

Kazuha swallows, eyes glittering as her delicate fingers join Asa’s, circling your length, stroking you slowly as she gasps quietly. "Bigger than I imagined," she murmurs, gaze fixed on the way your shaft twitches at their touch. "Perfect."

Asa leans closer, her breath teasing the head as her lips curve sly. She flicks her tongue once, quick, teasing, before making eye contact with you, whispering. "No more overthinking, hm? Just let us handle you."

Your body stiffens under their touch. The heat of liquor, the surreal reality of Mina’s scheme playing out right here, and the beauty of these two idols kneeling at your feet, stripping you of hesitation, it hits hard and deep. Asa is the first to lean down fully, enveloping your cockhead in the heat of her mouth, lips stretching wide around you as she lowers herself half-way, drawing a moan you didn’t expect to fall out of you so raw.

Kazuha holds your shaft at the base, stroking steadily with practiced rhythm as she watches Asa’s cheeks hollow. Then her pout deepens, and she leans in from the other side, tongue dragging up the thick underside of your shaft where Asa can’t reach, her lips pressing wet trails along sensitive skin. Their movements together merge into perfect chaos; one sucking, throat working to take more of you down, the other lapping, teasing, marveling at the sheer size filling her tongue.

They pull back just far enough to meet each other's gaze, exchanging a wordless understanding before both lean in simultaneously. Asa spits first, her saliva dripping warm down your shaft in thick strands that catch the light. Kazuha follows, adding her own wetness to yours, the slick heat coating your length as their hands return to work together. Their fingers slide easier now, gliding along your skin with practiced rhythm, both gripping you from different angles, twisting slightly as they stroke.

"Finally," Asa breathes, her fist pumping slowly from base to tip, eyes locked on your face. "A real man to take care of. Do you know how long we've been wanting this? Someone who can actually satisfy us?"

Kazuha's grip complements Asa's perfectly, her delicate fingers working the head while Asa handles your shaft, both maintaining that deliberate, torturous pace that keeps you teetering on the edge of desperation. "This cock will be more than enough to satisfy us all week long," she murmurs, thumb circling your tip before spreading more wetness down your length. "Mina chose well."

The way they work together is mesmerizing – no competition, no jealousy, just two beautiful women focused entirely on your pleasure. Asa leans down again, her mouth returning to envelope your cockhead, lips stretching wide around your girth as she takes you deeper than before. Her throat contracts around you, struggling slightly with your size but never stopping.

Kazuha positions herself lower, her tongue working the sensitive underside of your shaft where it disappears into Asa's mouth. She laps at the base, sucking gently on your balls while maintaining her stroking rhythm with one hand.

"Look at us," Asa gasps when she pulls off momentarily, saliva connecting her lips to your tip in glistening threads. "Look how beautiful we look serving you like this."

Yeah, they do look incredible: Asa with her hair mussed, lips swollen and glistening, the black lace of her lingerie contrasting against her pale skin. Kazuha beside her, silver lingerie clinging to her perfect curves, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire as she continues lavishing attention on your shaft with her tongue.

"Tell us," Kazuha whispers against your skin. "Tell us how beautiful we are like this, on our knees for you."

You hesitate, some part of you still processing the surreal reality of having two of the most desired idols in the world worshipping your cock. But as Asa takes you back into her mouth, deeper this time, her throat working to swallow around your girth, the words begin spilling out despite yourself.

"Fuck," you breathe. "You're both... incredible. So fucking beautiful."

They moan in unison at your praise, the vibrations from Asa's throat sending shockwaves through your body. Kazuha's stroking intensifies slightly, encouraged by your response.

"More," she demands softly, lips brushing against your balls before sucking one into her mouth. "Tell us more."

Asa switches positions with Kazuha now, letting her friendl take your cock into her mouth while she focuses on stroking your shaft. Kazuha's technique is different; more delicate, her tongue swirling around your head in intricate patterns that make your toes curl. She takes you slowly, savoring every inch, her cheeks hollowing as she applies gentle suction that has you gripping the couch cushions.

"You look like goddesses," you manage, watching Kazuha's silver lingerie shift as she bobs her head, taking more of you with each descent. "Perfect fucking goddesses worshipping my cock."

Asa grins wickedly at your words, her fist twisting around your base as she watches Kazuha work. "That's exactly what we are," she purrs. "Your goddesses. We want to be your whores completely."

Kazuha pulls off with a wet sound, immediately switching back to Asa, creating a rhythm where your cock never lacks attention from at least one eager mouth.

"We've been dreaming about this," Kazuha admits, her hand joining Asa's in stroking your shaft while Asa focuses on sucking your tip. "About having a man who could really take control, really use us properly."

"Keep sucking like that," you growl, hips lifting slightly to meet Asa's descending mouth, "and you'll both be mine soon enough."

The promise makes them both moan, their enthusiasm doubling as they work together to bring you closer to the edge. But they maintain that perfect, torturous pace that keeps you from falling over, drawing out every second of pleasure until you're trembling with need, completely at their mercy despite being the one they claim to serve.

Kazuha takes the lead next, her silver lingerie shifting against her perfect body as she positions herself better between your legs. She opens her mouth wide, relaxing her jaw as she slides your cock deeper, deeper, until her lips press flush against your base, her throat enveloping you completely in tight, wet heat. The sensation is mind-blowing; her muscles contracting around your shaft, squeezing you like a vice made of velvet, while she holds herself there for seconds that stretch into eternity, eyes watering but never breaking contact with yours. She pulls back slowly, gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to your glistening length before she dives back in, taking you to the hilt again with practiced ease.

"Fuck, your throat feels amazing," you groan, watching her work, her cheeks hollowing as she bobs her head, throat bulging slightly with each deep thrust.

Asa watches intently, her hand never stopping its steady stroking of whatever part of your cock isn't buried in Kazuha's mouth.

"My turn," she demands after a few more deep swallows from Kazuha, practically shoving her aside. Asa wastes no time, wrapping her lips around your tip and pushing forward aggressively, forcing your length down her throat until her nose presses against your abdomen. Her gag reflex kicks in briefly, but she powers through, throat convulsing around you in hot waves. She's rougher than Kazuha, more insistent, her black lace bra heaving with each labored breath as she holds you deep, humming vibrations that make your balls tighten.

And that's how they create a rhythm of teamwork. Kazuha's turn smooth and deliberate, savoring every inch as she deepthroats you with elegant control, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of your shaft while her throat milks you rhythmically. Then Asa, aggressive and hungry, slamming her face down onto your cock, taking you balls-deep in one fluid motion, her throat clenching so tight it almost hurts. Saliva drips everywhere, coating your thighs, their chins, pooling on the couch as they switch back and forth, each trying to outdo the other in how deep they can take you.

"Goddamn, you two are incredible," you mutter, hips twitching upward involuntarily each time one of them bottoms out.

Kazuha pulls off with a wet gasp, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before grinning at you. "We know. But we want more. Use us properly."

Asa nods eagerly, still stroking your slick shaft as she positions herself for another round. "Yeah, don't hold back. Use me like the slut I am. Grab my head and fuck my throat raw."

You reach down, tangling your fingers in her dark hair, gripping firmly as you guide her mouth back onto your cock. She opens wide, ready, and you don't disappoint, thrusting your hips up while pulling her head down, burying yourself deep in her throat in one forceful motion. She chokes immediately, a guttural sound escaping around your shaft as her body convulses, but she doesn't pull away; instead, she relaxes into it, letting you set the pace.

You start slow at first, building rhythm, fucking her face with steady thrusts that make her gag and sputter, drool spilling from the corners of her mouth in thick rivulets that drip down your balls and soak into the couch. Her eyes water, mascara starting to run in black streaks down her cheeks, but the look she gives you is pure bliss, hungry, submissive, begging for more without saying a word.

Kazuha kneels beside her, watching with rapt attention, her hand slipping between Asa's thighs to rub her through her lace panties. "That's it," she encourages, words directed at you. "Use this whore. Fuck her throat like you own it. She loves choking on big cocks like yours."

Asa moans around your length in agreement as you pick up speed, slamming into her mouth harder now, your grip tightening in her hair to hold her steady. Each thrust bottoms out, her nose smashing against your pelvis, throat bulging obscenely as it stretches to take your girth. She gags repeatedly, wet choking sounds filling the room combined with the obscene slurping of her mouth working overtime, drool bubbling out and coating everything in messy shine.

"Take it," you growl, lost in the sensation of her tight throat convulsing around you, the way she submits completely to your control. "Fucking choke on it, you dirty slut."

She does, her body trembling as you use her relentlessly, but her hands come up to grip your thighs, pulling you deeper if that's even possible, encouraging the rough treatment. Kazuha leans in, licking at the drool spilling from Asa's mouth, cleaning your shaft between thrusts.

"Harder," Kazuha demands, her fingers now slipping inside Asa's panties, making hel whimper around your cock. "Make her throat yours. She's been dying for a real man to destroy her like this."

You oblige, yanking Asa's head down while bucking up sharply, fucking her face with abandon now. Drool pours from her stretched lips, soaking your pants still bunched at your knees, her face is a ruined mess of saliva and tears, but she takes it all, her throat an incredible sleeve of heat and pressure that squeezes you perfectly with every brutal thrust.

"Don't stop," Asa manages to gasp when you pull out briefly to let her breathe, her chest heaving, lips swollen and red. "Fuck my throat until I can't speak. Use me like your personal fucktoy."

You dive back in immediately, silencing her with your cock, pounding away as Kazuha watches with gleaming eyes, fingering Asa faster now, the two of them moaning in tandem with your grunts. The intensity builds, your control slipping as the pleasure mounts, but you hold back, not ready to end this yet, savoring every second of dominating Asa's willing throat while Kazuha eggs you on.

You don't let up on Asa, your grip firm in her dark hair as you drive your cock relentlessly into her willing throat, each thrust bottoming out with a wet slap against her lips. Her gags come in rhythmic bursts, muffled around your girth, her body trembling as she takes the punishment like it's her sole purpose. She's a mess already, but you push harder, faster, feeling her throat clench and spasm around you, milking every inch as you use her like the eager slut she begged to be. Her hands clutch at your thighs, nails digging in not to stop you but to pull you deeper, her black lace lingerie shifting with each forceful movement, her small breasts is heaving as she struggles for air between thrusts.

"Fuck, take it all," you growl, hips snapping forward with brutal precision, watching her eyes water and roll back slightly from the intensity. "You're my perfect little throat whore, aren't you? Choking on this dick like you were made for it."

She moans around you in response, the vibration shooting straight to your core, but you can feel her starting to falter, her breaths coming in desperate gasps when you pull back briefly. Finally, you ease off, yanking her head up by the hair with a sharp tug, giving her the break she needs but doesn't ask for. Asa gasps loudly, coughing as strings of drool hang from her swollen lips, her makeup utterly ruined; black mascara streaking down her cheeks in dark rivers, lipstick smeared across her chin like warpaint from the battlefield of your cock. Her mouth hangs open, panting, saliva dripping in long threads onto her chest, making the lace of her bra cling wetly to her skin. She looks destroyed, beautiful in her debasement, her eyes is glassy but burning with satisfaction.

Kazuha watches the whole thing with hungry eyes, her silver lingerie accentuating the flush creeping up her neck. She licks her lips, shifting on her knees. "My turn now," she says. "I want you to wreck me just like that."

Asa, still panting heavily, her chest rising and falling in quick bursts, crawls closer to you on the couch, her movements sluggish from the exertion but determined. She places a shaky hand on your shirt, fingers curling into the fabric as she looks up at you with those smeared, pleading eyes.

"Make yourself more comfortable," she murmurs. "Let me help you out of this."

You comply without a word, lifting your arms as she tugs the shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside carelessly. Now shirtless, exposed, you feel the cool air of the room against your heated skin, but Asa doesn't give you a moment to adjust. She leans in immediately, her tongue darting out to circle one of your nipples, teasing it with light flicks before sucking it into her mouth.

Beside her, Kazuha positions herself perfectly between your legs, her hands sliding up your thighs as she takes hold of your throbbing shaft, guiding it to her waiting mouth.

You waste no time. Your hands weave into her long hair, gripping tight at the roots, and you pull her down while thrusting up, burying yourself deep in her throat in one swift motion. She gags instantly, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates through you, but she relaxes into it, her throat opening up to take you fully, tighter and hotter than before.

You start fucking her mouth hard, no buildup, just raw intensity, pulling her head down to meet every upward snap of your hips, your cock slamming into the back of her throat over and over. The resistance is delicious, her muscles are contracting wildly around you, squeezing like she's trying to wring every drop of pleasure from your body. Saliva spills from her lips in waves, coating your length and dripping down her chin. Her face is turning red from the effort, cheeks flushing deep crimson as she struggles to breathe around your relentless pace.

"Oh fuck, yes," you moan, your hips moving on their own now. "Take it, Kazuha. Take every fucking inch down that tight throat."

Asa keeps up her assault on your nipple, sucking harder now, her tongue swirling in wet circles while her free hand pinches and twists the other one, amplifying every sensation. She moans against your skin, the sound muffled but encouraging, her body pressing close to yours as she grinds subtly against the couch, clearly aroused by the scene. "Give it to her," she mumbles around your nipple, popping off briefly to speak. "Fuck her face until she can't think straight. She's loving it, look at how red she's getting, how she's choking for you."

Kazuha's eyes water, tears spilling down her flushed cheeks, mixing with the drool that cascades from her stretched lips. Her throat bulges with each deep thrust, the outline of your cock visible against her neck as you pound away, her gags turning into wet, desperate glurks that fill the room. But she doesn't pull back; instead, she pushes forward, meeting your movements, her hands gripping your hips to steady herself as you use her like a toy.

The combination is overwhelming: Kazuha's incredible throat clenching around you, Asa's mouth and hands working your sensitive nipples, making you grow louder, hips stuttering as the edge approaches, the tension is coiling tight in your abdomen.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum," you announce, not slowing down even as the words leave your mouth. "Gonna fill that pretty throat up."

Kazuha's face is beet red now, veins standing out on her neck from the strain, but her eyes lock onto yours with pure submission, urging you on without words. Asa switches to your other nipple, sucking greedily, her fingers digging into your chest as she whispers hotly against your skin.

"Do it. Cum down her throat. Make her swallow every drop like the good whore she is."

You're almost there, the pressure building to an unbearable peak, your thrusts becoming erratic but no less forceful. You don't stop (can't stop) pounding into Kazuha's mouth with everything you have, her throat convulsing around you in perfect, rhythmic squeezes that push you over the brink. Finally, with a guttural groan, you cum, erupting deep in her throat, hot spurts flooding her directly as you hold her head down firmly, nose pressed against your pelvis, ensuring she takes it all.

She swallows desperately, her throat working visibly under your gaze, muscles contracting again and again to gulp down your load, no choice but to accept every thick rope you pump into her. You and Asa watch it happen: her neck bobbing with each swallow, a faint bulge moving as she forces it all down, her face somehow flushing even redder, eyes squeezed shut in concentration. Drool and cum bubble at the corners of her mouth, but you keep her pinned, emptying yourself completely until there's nothing left, your cock twitching in the tight confines of her throat.

Only when you're spent do you release your grip, pulling out slowly, a trail of saliva and cum connecting her lips to your tip. Kazuha gasps for air, coughing lightly, her chest heaving as she wipes at her mouth, but there's a satisfied, hazy smile on her ruined face.

Asa mumbles from beside you, her expression is something between envy and arousal.

"Damn, I wanted some too," she says, pouting playfully before leaning in toward Kazuha. Without hesitation, she captures her friend’s mouth in a deep kiss, sucking on her tongue greedily, tasting the remnants of your cum mixed with saliva. Their lips move together sloppily, tongues tangling in a messy exchange, soft moans escape as Asa chases every last trace of you from Kazuha's mouth.

Your hand wraps around your spent cock, still slick from their throats and your cum, and you start stroking slowly, lazily, as you watch Asa devour Kazuha's mouth. She's aggressive about it, her tongue plunging deep, sucking on Kazuha's like she's trying to extract every last trace of your seed from her friend's depths.

Their lips smack wetly, messy and unapologetic, saliva mixing with the remnants of your load as they explore each other in the dirtiest way possible; tongues twisting, probing, no boundaries left between them. Asa's hands roam freely over Kazuha's body, sliding up her sides to cup her breasts through the silver lingerie, thumbs circling her hardening nipples until Kazuha arches into the touch with a needy whimper.

Kazuha returns the favor, her fingers dipping between Asa's thighs, rubbing slow circles over the damp lace of her panties, making Asa buck slightly and moan into the kiss like a whore in heat.

"Fuck, that feels good," Kazuha gasps when they break for air, her head falling back as Asa's mouth trails down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin while her hand slips inside Kazuha's bra to pinch a nipple hard. "You're such a tease, making me wet like this."

Asa chuckles against her skin, grinding her hips against Kazuha's exploring fingers. "You love it, you little slut. Moan for me. Let him hear how much you want it." Their bodies press closer, hands everywhere now, Asa gripping Kazuha's ass and squeezing, Kazuha sliding her palm flat against Asa's stomach before dipping lower to finger her through the fabric, both of them panting and whining like they're putting on a show just for you.

You pump your fist faster, feeling yourself harden again under your own touch, the sight of them too intoxicating to ignore. Your cock twitches back to life, thickening in your grip as you stroke from base to tip, imagining burying yourself in that tangled mess of limbs and lust.

Asa finally pulls away from Kazuha's mouth with a final, deep suck on her tongue, both of them gasping, lips swollen and glistening. She turns her head toward you, eyes lighting up when she sees your hand working your shaft, already rigid and ready again. A satisfied grin spreads across her face.

"Look at that," she purrs, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Hard again already? Good boy. Watching us got you all worked up, huh?"

Kazuha glances over too, her cheeks still flushed from the throat-fucking, and she bites her lip at the sight. "Fuck, he's huge even when he's stroking himself. Makes me want more."

Asa stands up slowly, her body on full display as she hooks her thumbs into the straps of her black lace bra, sliding them down her arms with deliberate slowness. The fabric peels away, revealing her small perky breasts, nipples already hard, her skin smooth and flushed from the earlier exertion. She doesn't stop there; her fingers trail down to her panties, pushing them over her hips and letting them drop to the floor, stepping out of them gracefully.

Completely naked now, she stands in front of you, confident, her smooth, shaved pussy already glistening with arousal, lips puffy and inviting. She turns slightly, giving you a full view of her tight ass and the curves that make her look like sin personified.

"Like what you see?" Asa teases, running her hands over her own body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples before sliding one hand down to part her folds briefly, showing you how wet she is. "All this for you."

Kazuha, still kneeling on the floor, reaches out and delivers a sharp slap to Asa's ass, the sound cracking through the room like a whip. The flesh jiggles slightly, a red handprint blooming on her pale skin, and Asa yelps in surprise before dissolving into giggles. "You're so hot," Kazuha says, eyes fixed on the spot she just marked. "That ass is fucking perfect - tight and ready to be wrecked."

Still on her knees, Kazuha leans forward, pressing her lips to the reddened skin of Asa's ass in a slow, open-mouthed kiss, her tongue darting out to trace the curve before nipping gently with her teeth. Asa moans softly, pushing back into the touch, her body arching as Kazuha worships her from below.

Asa giggles again, the sound light and naughty, twisting her head to look down at her friend. "Aw, you really know how to make a girl feel special," she says playfully, wiggling her ass against Kazuha's face. "But if you keep kissing it like that, I might just sit on your face instead of his cock. Though... why choose? We can do both later."

Kazuha pulls back with a smirk, giving Asa's ass one more squeeze. "Tempting, but he's waiting. Go ride him! Make him forget his own name."

Asa doesn't need more encouragement. She saunters over to you on the couch, her naked body moving with hypnotic grace, and climbs onto your lap without hesitation, straddling your thighs. Her heat radiates against you, her pink pussy brushing your skin as she positions herself, one hand reaching down to grip your hard cock, still slick from your stroking and their earlier attention. She strokes you a few times, teasing the head against her wet folds, coating you in her arousal before lining you up at her entrance.

"Fuck, I've been wanting this," Asa murmurs, her eyes locked on yours as she starts to lower herself slowly. The tip breaches her, and she's incredibly tight - her walls gripping you like a vice, stretching around your thickness with delicious resistance. Inch by inch, she sinks down, her smooth, shaved pussy swallowing you up, the lack of hair making every sensation more intense, every fold and ripple of her inner walls pressing against you vividly. You can feel her pulsing around you, hot and soaked, her body adjusting to your size with tiny gasps escaping her lips.

You moan at the feeling, your hands instinctively grabbing her hips, but a fleeting thought cuts through the haze. "Wait- condoms," you manage to groan, even as she keeps descending, her tightness making it hard to think straight. "We should... fuck, we need one."

Asa pauses halfway down, her pussy clenching around you teasingly, but she doesn't stop. She shakes her head, leaning in closer, her small breasts pressing against your chest. "I don't like them," she whispers, her breath hot against your neck. "Feels better raw. I want to feel every inch of you, no barriers. Besides, Mina said total freedom… I'm on the pill, you're safe. Just fuck me like this."

Before you can protest further, she sinks the rest of the way down, taking your entire dick inside her in one smooth motion, her ass settling against your thighs as she bottoms out. The sensation is overwhelming: her tight heat enveloping you completely, walls fluttering around your full length, so snug it's like she was made for you. She rolls her hips experimentally, grinding down to feel you deep inside, and you both moan at the friction.

"God, yes," Asa breathes, her hands on your shoulders for leverage as she starts to move. She leans in and captures your mouth in a hungry kiss, lips crashing against yours, tongue invading with the same aggression she used on Kazuha. It's messy, passionate, her taste still lingering with hints of your cum and Kazuha's essence. She breaks the kiss to trail her mouth to your ear, nipping at the lobe before biting down gently, just enough to sting.

Her hips pick up pace, riding you slowly but deeply, each downward thrust burying you to the hilt in her perfect pussy. She whispers right against your ear: "Your cock is so thick and big," she murmurs. "Stretching me out just right. Perfect; fucking perfect for ruining my tight little hole."

You groan in response, your hands sliding up to grip her ass, helping guide her movements as she bounces on you, her tightness milking every inch. Kazuha watches from the floor, her hand slipping between her own thighs, rubbing herself as she enjoys the show, moaning softly. "Ride him harder," she encourages. "Make that pussy take all of him."

Asa obliges, picking up speed, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her moans growing louder as she chases her pleasure on your cock. You thrust up to meet her, driving deeper, losing yourself in the raw, condom-free heat of her body, the risk only heightening the thrill.

Asa grips your shoulders for balance, nails grazing your skin, her back arching just enough to push her chest out, breasts brushing against you with each teasing grind of her tight, wet pussy around your cock. She sinks down to swallow you whole, every inch of your cock stretching her raw heat, then rises achingly slow, letting you drag against every ripple of her snug walls. It’s torture; pure, exquisite torture. Each time she pulls off of you halfway, your tip throbbing and desperate, she sinks back down again with a soft groan, her pussy sucking you deeper, wetter, clutching you like she never wants to let you leave her.

"You like that?" Asa teases, her breath ragged but her smile playful, devilish. "Being edged like this, feeling me milk your cock and take my time? Hm? I bet if I keep doing this you'll cum pretty quickly, won't you?" She confidently challenges you, her hips circling in lazy figure-eights as her slickness coats you, dripping down onto the tops of your thighs, the sound of it adding with her moans and the obscene slaps of her ass kissing your lap each time she sinks back onto you.

Your grip tightens on her hips, your teeth gritted against the need to pound into her. "Fuck, Asa… stop teasing," you growl, thrusting your hips up sharply once in protest, making her squeak and laugh before she steadies herself.

Kazuha shifts beside you then, the silvery lingerie now undone and her panties sliding off in one smooth motion. She sits down flush against your side on the couch, her thigh pressing against yours, and then she leans back into the cushions. Her legs unfold slowly like opening petals, spreading wide until her trimmed, delicate pussy is exposed under the dim lighting, glistening from arousal. She rests one foot up against the couch cushions, the other on the floor, putting herself fully on display, leaving nothing hidden.

"You’re so lucky," she breathes, her hand sliding down, two fingers slipping between her folds to part them for you. "Watching her ride you like that… soaking up that huge cock… it’s enough to make me soak the couch." She gently runs her fingers over her clit, circling slowly as her chest rises and falls in quick bursts. Her dark eyes stay locked on yours, her mouth parting in tiny gasps as she touches herself openly, shamelessly, giving you the kind of view no man in the world should ever be allowed to see.

Asa laughs breathlessly at her friend’s comment, her hair falling in messy strands around her face as she continues grinding on your cock. "He is lucky," she pants, lowering herself deeper, biting her lip as her inner walls flutter tight around you. "He’s so… fucking thick. I feel every beat of him inside me." She leans forward suddenly, kissing you hard, her tongue slipping past your lips. She breaks the kiss only to bite your bottom lip playfully before whispering against it, "And this cock… it’s mine right now."

Your eyes flick from Asa bouncing slowly in your lap to Kazuha sprawled next to you, her legs wide, her fingers plunging inside herself now, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the space as she moans openly. She watches you and Asa like it’s her own private fantasy, her thumb flicking over her clit as her fingers curl inside her, head tilting back slightly as she shudders with every movement.

"Shit, the way you stretch her," Kazuha whimpers, her other hand coming up to squeeze one of her own breasts, kneading it roughly as her hips buck against her fingers. "Just imagine when it’s me. When that cock is buried in me raw, splitting me open… I’ll cum just from the first thrust. I know I will."

Asa moans louder at Kazuha’s words, tightening herself around you intentionally, grinding down harder as if to emphasize the fantasy. "Don’t tell him that," she purrs, eyes half-lidded as she rides you in deep, measured strokes. "He’ll lose his mind. He already can’t control himself. Look at him: holding in everything while my pussy strangles his cock."

You groan, hips lifting to meet her movements, driving into her with more force, feeling her tighten in shock before quickly adapting, her moans turning shameless, high-pitched as she lets you take a little control back.

"Christ, Asa, you don’t even know," you grit out, sweat forming at your temples as your cock slides snugly inside her, stretching her with each plunge. "You’re gonna make me lose it if you keep clenching like that."

"I want you on edge," Asa pants, bouncing slightly faster now, subtle slaps of her ass cheeks against your thighs echoing louder in the room. "I want you desperate, hungry, ruined."

Beside you, Kazuha’s pace quickens, her fingers diving in and out of her slick pussy faster, thumb rubbing circles at her swollen clit as wetness coats her hand. She spreads her lips wide with her other hand, showing you everything; the pink, needy insides stretching around her fingers, glistening in the dim light. "Do you see me?" she asks between gasps. "Do you see how wet I am watching you? I’m dripping for that cock, too. Oh, god..." Her moan breaks high-pitched as her body shivers, rolling her hips down against her own hand.

Your head spins with overstimulation. Asa’s tight pussy squeezing you like a vice as she rides slow and deep, Kazuha fingering herself beside you, her lewd display too much and yet not enough. You can smell the sex in the air, taste it on your tongue each time Asa leans in to kiss you again, the room soaked in the sound of wet flesh, ragged panting, moans spilling freely.

Asa bites your ear again, her breath hot, her pussy fluttering around you. "Say it," she whispers, hips grinding down to crush against yours. "Say how much you love watching us like this. Say how much you need us."

"You’re driving me insane. Both of you - so perfect, so fucking filthy."

Beside you, Kazuha has two of her fingers plunging in and out of her soaked pussy as she watches Asa bounce on you. Her other hand toys with her breast, pinching and tugging needily as she pants. "Fuck, you two look so hot together," she moans, biting her lip. "Watching his thick cock fuck you, hearing you moan... fuck!” Her fingers pick up speed, her hips rolling up into her hand as she drowns in the sight of Asa being filled.

You grab Kazuha suddenly, pulling her by the neck and crashing your lips onto hers. She gasps into your mouth, her body arching as your tongue pushes past her lips, exploring her greedily. She moans with you, her hand never stopping between her legs, the squelch of her fingers working her soaked slit loud in your ears as your kiss deepens. Asa watches, tilting her head back with a cry as she rides harder, the sight of you making out with Kazuha while she slides up and down your cock electrifying her.

"Oh my god, he’s so thick," Asa moans breathlessly, bouncing harder now, her breasts jiggling with each slam of her hips down onto you. Her pussy spasms wildly around your cock, clenching as though it’s trying to milk you already. "He’s stretching me so good, it’s gonna make me cum… it’s gonna make me cum so fast..."

Your head falls back against the couch, your hands flying to grab her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as you stare up at her ruined, desperate face. "Do you want me to make you cum, Asa?" you grunt lowly, guiding her down harder onto you, enjoying the slutty moans spilling out of her with each bounce.

Her body shudders, her movements faltering as her expression shifts, lips curling, pouting with obscene, filthy need. Her eyes glaze over, her tongue peeks out against her swollen bottom lip, and she nods with a desperate whimper. "Yes... yes, daddy," she moans, rolling her hips in fuck-drunk circles. "Please, daddy, I want you to make me cum… I need it."

You are amazed at how light it is.

That single plea wrecks the last bit of restraint you had. You reach up under her ass, gripping her tiny waist in both hands (you are amazed at how light she is, like lifting a doll) and you lift her with ease. She gasps in surprise as her body leaves your lap, her tight pussy still wrapped around your cock as you reposition her.

You flip her onto her back on the couch in one quick motion, spreading her flat against the cushions with her legs up in the air, splayed wide just for you.

As you loom over her, standing at the edge of the couch, you grab her thighs and spread them wider, bending her soft, toned legs back until her knees nearly touch her shoulders. Her pussy opens up perfectly, wet and swollen around your thickness, your cock sinking into her raw, tight warmth like it was made for you.

Her scream tears through the room the second you start fucking her in earnest. You pound into her with relentless force, every thrust slamming your cock deep into her womb, her tiny body rocking with the impact. She’s moaning helplessly, writhing under you, her hips bucking upward to meet every thrust, desperate to take as much of you as possible.

Kazuha has one hand holding her own soaked pussy open with her fingers still working furiously, the other reaching out to rub Asa’s clit, mercilessly circling it as she encourages both of you. "Yes, daddy," she moans. "Fuck her harder, she’s your little whore. Pound her tight cunt until she screams."

Asa whines, grabbing the cushions helplessly as you rail her, drool sliding down the side of her cheek, her tits bouncing violently with each impact. "I-I can’t—" her words break, her head tossing. "I can’t take it! Daddy, it’s too thick- Oh fuck, it’s splitting me open!"

"You begged for this," you snarl in response, slamming into her harder, your hips pistoning as the wet, loud clap of your bodies fills the room. "Now take it. Take every inch, Asa."

Kazuha’s fingers blur at her clit as she moans loudly, watching her friend get destroyed. "Fill her up!" she gasps desperately. "She’s your cumdump, daddy - paint her womb white, she’s begging for it."

Asa’s eyes gloss with tears, her face twisted beautifully in raw, slutty pleasure. "Yes! Yes, fuck me harder! Please cum inside me!" Her body shakes violently as your cock pummels her g-spot, the pressure overwhelming her. "Feed me your cum, daddy, please, I want your seed inside me! Fill up my pussy, I need it!"

You’re right at the edge now, hips thrusting harder, faster, the slap of skin deafening as you lose control. "I’m close," you grunt through clenched teeth, sweat dripping from your forehead as your cock throbs deep inside her soaked cunt.

"Me too!" Asa screams, her nails clawing helplessly at your arms as her body bucks wildly against you, her pussy convulsing uncontrollably. "Give it to me, cum inside, YES! Cum with me, daddy - please, please cum in my womb!"

"Do it!" Kazuha cries out, fingering herself ruthlessly now, on the verge of her climax, eyes trained on Asa’s ruined pussy taking every brutal thrust of your cock. "Pump your load in her, make her overflow. She needs it, she’s your little cumslut, daddy!"

That’s all it takes. With one final, deep thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt in Asa’s convulsing pussy and the orgasm rips through you like a tidal wave. You groan wildly, gripping her thighs tight to keep her pinned as your cock erupts inside her, blasting hot, thick ropes of cum straight into her womb. Shot after shot pours into her, your balls tightening with every spasm, your shaft pulsing violently as you flood her completely.

Asa screams out, her body arching violently off the couch as her orgasm tears through her, her pussy clamping down like a vice, milking your cock for every drop you have to give. Her legs tremble uncontrollably against your hands, her stomach spasming as she cums hard, juices squirting messily around your cock as you stuff her full of your seed.

Kazuha comes at the same time, moaning through gritted teeth as her whole body seizes, her hips jerking against her own fingers. She watches intently, her climax fueled by the sight of your cock shooting thick into Asa. "Fuck! Watching you breed her... oh god, I’m cumming-ahhh!" She screams your name, fingers buried deep, soaking her thighs as she squirts too.

You don’t stop. Even as you cum, you keep thrusting into Asa’s spasming pussy, pounding her through her orgasm, forcing your cum deeper until it starts to spill back out around your shaft, dripping down to the couch beneath her ass. She squirms, shaking uncontrollably, babbling filth through her pleasure. "So much cum… so hot, you’re filling me- Oh god, daddy, I love it, you’re breeding me, it feels so good!!!"

Finally, when your orgasm drains, you pull out slowly, your cock glistening, coated in her juices and your seed. Asa collapses back, panting, her thighs shaking, her body covered in sweat and drool and lust. Her pussy gapes open, your thick cum already leaking out in messy streams down her folds, dripping onto the couch.

"Fucking hell," you mutter under your breath, chest heaving as you stare at the mess you’ve made.

Asa stares down between her trembling legs. "Look… I can feel it dripping." She spreads her pussy wider with shaky fingers, showing you the thick white cream spilling out, her own juices mixed in.

Before you can respond, Kazuha is already dropping to her knees on the floor beside the couch, her long hair falling forward as she leans in. Without hesitation, she presses her mouth to Asa’s swollen slit, licking hungrily, her tongue scooping up the drooling cum as if it’s the sweetest thing she’s ever tasted. Asa moans long and loud, shaking as her friend devours the hot load dripping out of her wrecked pussy, begging softly. "Fuck yes, Zuha, clean me up… eat daddy’s cum out of me..."

You lean back against the sofa, still panting, your cock twitching as you watch Kazuha’s tongue work. She parts Asa’s folds with her fingers and slurps loudly at the cum-filled pussy, groaning as she tastes you raw. Your seed drips down her chin as she laps harder, desperate to swallow every drop.

Asa giggles weakly through her exhaustion, watching her friend lap her clean. "Good girl…" she moans, stroking her hair. "Don’t waste a single drop. Daddy worked so hard to fill me up."

"You two are fucking insane," you mutter, half-laughing yourself, eyes glued to Kazuha's tongue as it works meticulously, lapping up every thick glob of your seed that's leaking from Asa's stretched pussy. She swirls it around her folds, sucking gently on her clit to draw out more, her cheeks hollowing as she collects it all in her mouth, not spilling a single bit.

"Delicious," Kazuha purrs, licking her lips clean as she climbs up Asa's body, straddling her lap with her knees sinking into the couch cushions on either side. "Tastes like pure sex; your cum mixed with her pussy... fuck, it's addicting." Asa grins up at her, still catching her breath, and reaches up to pull her down.

"Gimme a taste," Asa demands, and Kazuha obliges, leaning in for a deep, sloppy kiss. Their tongues tangle immediately, swirling together in a messy exchange, moans muffled between them as they share the remnants of your load, lips smacking wetly, saliva and cum swapping back and forth in the dirtiest way possible.

Kazuha finally pulls back, sitting fully on Asa's lap now, their naked bodies pressed together, skin flushed and glistening.

"That was a hell of a way for us to get to know each other," she says with a smile, grinding her hips down lightly against Asa, who squirms and laughs softly. Asa nods, wrapping her arms around Kazuha's waist, her eyes flicking to you.

"Yeah, and I hope daddy isn't so shy now," she teases, biting her lip as she watches you. "You've got two eager sluts here ready to please you all week. Don't hold back anymore."

You lean back a smirk tugging at your lips as the post-orgasm haze settles. "After this? I think I can get pretty used to you both," you admit, your gaze roaming over their tangled, satisfied bodies. "Hell, I might not let you leave."

The three of you eventually untangle and head to the bathroom. The shower runs hot, steam filling the space as you step under the spray with them, their naked bodies pressing close, water cascading over their curves. Asa soaps up first, rubbing suds over her breasts playfully, while Kazuha presses against your back, her hands sliding down to stroke your cock, which hardens almost immediately at their touch and, inevitably, the bath ends in a second round of sex.

After drying off, they slip into fluffy robes from the bathroom closet, tying them loosely so hints of their bodies peek through, and slump onto the kitchen stools, complaining about how starving they are.

"I'm dying here," Asa whines, resting her head on the counter. "All that fucking worked up an appetite. Feed us, daddy!"

Kazuha nods. "Yeah, something quick and yummy. We've earned it."

You rummage through the kitchen, whipping up a simple late-night meal; stir-fried veggies with rice and some grilled chicken you bought, seasoning it generously. They dig in immediately, moaning around mouthfuls.

"Mmm, this is amazing," Asa says between bites. "Mina's so lucky to have you. Cooking like this after railing us? Husband material."

You chuckle, sitting with them. "Nah, I'm the lucky one to have her."

Kazuha swallows a bite. "Do you miss her? Mina, I mean."

You nod without hesitation, poking at your food. "Yeah, I do. A lot."

Asa reaches over, squeezing your hand. "She'll be here soon. Promise. Just a few days."

Kazuha smirks, leaning in. "And when she is, you and her can fuck us both really good. Tag team us until we can't walk."

You laugh, but there's heat in your cheeks as you confess: "Honestly? I'm looking forward to it. Sounds like the perfect end to the week."

Dinner winds down, exhaustion finally creeping in after the wild evening. You lead them down the hall, showing off the guest rooms with fresh sheets and all the basics.

"Here, pick whichever you want," you say, but Asa shakes her head immediately, crossing her arms with a pout. "No way. I want to sleep with daddy tonight." Before you can argue, Kazuha darts past you into your bedroom, jumping onto the king-sized bed with a gleeful bounce, the mattress creaking under her.

"Looks like you'll have to share with us," she declares, patting the space beside her.

Asa grins and launches herself at your back, wrapping her arms around your neck and legs around your waist like a koala, her robe slipping open slightly.

"Better not snore, or we'll kick you out," she teases, nuzzling into your neck. You try to protest, but their laughter and insistence make it clear: you're not changing their minds.

Resigned, you carry Asa to the bed, dumping her gently onto the pillows as Kazuha pulls back the covers.

The three of you slide under the sheets, the bed plenty big but feeling intimate with them pressing close. Asa curls up immediately, resting her head on your chest.

"Cuddle me," she murmurs sleepily, and you oblige, running your fingers through her strands, stroking gently as she sighs contentedly. Kazuha snuggles in on your other side, her body warm against yours, one leg draping over yours as she nestles her face into your shoulder.

"Just relax," she whispers, her breath soft.

"We've got you." They both smell incredible; like fresh soap and a hint of their natural sweetness, floral and inviting, their bodies so gentle now compared to the wildness earlier.

Asa hums happily, tracing lazy patterns on your chest, while Kazuha's hand finds yours under the covers, intertwining fingers. It's surprisingly tender, this quiet moment, and you realize this week is going to be way better than you ever expected.

—

The next morning, the sun filters through the curtains, soft and gentle, warming the room where the three of you fell asleep tangled together. You wake first, feeling the weight of Asa’s head on your chest and Kazuha’s leg draped across your thigh. For a second, it almost feels domestic… they look so peaceful like this, their steady breathing in sync, their fragrances still clinging to your sheets. You slip out gently to not wake them, padding your way to the kitchen. By the time the bacon sizzles in the pan and coffee steam fills the little rental, the rustle of footsteps behind you announces them wandering in - robes tied loosely, hair a bit messy, masks of sleep still in their eyes.

“You made us breakfast?” Asa asks, rubbing her eyes.

You nod at the sizzling plates. “Yeah. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast. Something simple.”

Kazuha leans against the counter, arms crossed, a soft smile curled onto her lips. “That’s... nice.” She pads closer, balancing herself on her tiptoes to watch the pan.

Asa flops lazily into a chair, robe riding up her legs, and mutters: “I could get used to this. Daddy in the kitchen.”

You smirk, plating the food and sliding them breakfast. Asa devours hers like she hasn’t eaten in days, Kazuha chewing slower but humming happily at every bite. For once, there’s actual conversation; light, easy chatter about nothing.

Afterward, you suggest taking a walk, stretching your legs, showing them around the neighborhood. They brighten immediately. They trade the robes for casual clothes, pulling caps low and masks back on, sunglasses covering enough of their faces to blend in. Out there, under the cloudy Tokyo morning, they cling to your sides like shadows. Asa tugs your arm when she spots a shop, Kazuha stops to point out flowers, little things neither of them normally gets to do without cameras following.

You buy them silly shit they ask for. Stuffed animals. A handful of snacks at a convenience store. A cute headband Asa insists you must see her in, even though Kazuha teases her endlessly about how childish she looks.

"Shut up," Asa gripes, hugging her plushie close as if it’s the best thing she owns. "It’s cute, and he thinks so!" She looks at you for confirmation until you nod, making her beam smugly.

Lunch happens at a tucked-away ramen place, quiet and discreet, where you laugh too loud with them, share bites across the table, wipe stray broth from Asa’s chin while she blushes only to cover it with a giggle. Kazuha is calmer, steady, but you notice even she leans a little closer to you in public than she has before, her hand brushing yours like she doesn’t care for once who might see. For a fleeting moment, it hits you: you needed this. But so did they. Not fame, not schedules, not performance. Just being normal.

Back home in the late afternoon, shopping bags litter the floor like trophies, and the three of you collapse onto the couch. Drinks appear again: beer cans and a bottle of whiskey. The alcohol loosens them even more, their bodies draped against you on either side, kissing your neck, whispering teases, hands already wandering under your shirt. Their laughter bubbles every time someone tips clumsily into a clumsy kiss, their giggles melting into moans as fingers graze skin too tightly.

By nightfall you’re buzzed, warm, draped between them as they exchange looks over your chest. They whisper to each other, giggling like conspirators. Before you can question, they get up, tugging your hands until you follow them into the bedroom.

“Close your eyes,” Asa orders, shoving you playfully onto the bed.

“What is this?” you mutter, amused, but you comply, sinking back against the pillows. Their footsteps shuffle, little giggles, the rustle of bags and fabric.

Time stretches until they finally tell you. “Okay. Open,” they say together.

You do - and take a sharp inhale.

They’re standing at the foot of the bed in new lingerie, pure sin transformed from lace and elastic. Asa wears crimson straps crisscrossing her petite frame, sheer panels that leave nothing to the imagination, her nipples pressing through the fabric, and garter clips left undone but swaying against her thighs. There’s a boldness in her smirk, her playful mischief amplified by how utterly indecent the lingerie is. Her hand twists a bottle of lubricant casually, shiny under the lamp.

Next to her, Kazuha is a contrast: fragile elegance turned obscene. Sheer white lace, almost translucent around her breasts, and a thong that sits scandalously high on her hips to show off the sculpture of her body. She looks like she came out of a bridal fantasy, but the way she bites her finger and arches one leg to make the lace shift is anything but innocent.

“Well?” Asa grins, cocking her head, tilting the bottle of lube between her fingers. “Surprised?”

Kazuha steps forward slowly, her gaze pinned on you. “We wanted to end today perfectly. You spoiled us all day, now… let us spoil you.”

Asa licks her lips theatrically, walking closer to the bed, twisting the cap off the lube. “Daddy,” she whispers with a mock pout, “you didn’t think you’d just get to play tourist today and relax, right?”

Kazuha slides onto the mattress beside you, pressing close, her lingerie brushing against your bare arm. She leans into your ear, her breath hot. “Close your eyes again if you want. Or watch us. Either way, tonight… we’re making sure you can’t forget how badly we want you.”

“Jesus Christ,” you breathe. “Where the hell did you buy those outfits? You trying to give me a heart attack?”

Asa laughs, a throaty, delighted sound. She twirls the bottle of lubricant between her fingers, her crimson thong doing little to hide the curve of her ass as she turns slightly. “Amazon, of course,” she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Where else does a girl get next-day delivery on slutty essentials? We had to be prepared for daddy, didn’t we?”

Kazuha steps closer, her movements graceful and deliberate. She kneels on the edge of the bed, the sheer lace of her bra doing little to conceal her hardening nipples. “We also did some research,” she says. “Mina told us a few things… little secrets.”

“Secrets? What kind of secrets?”

Asa’s grin widens, her eyes glittering with pure mischief. “She told us you have a little fantasy. Something you wanted to try with her, but the timing was never right… something about wanting to feel how tight she could be in a place she’s never been fucked before.”

As if on cue, Kazuha turns around on the bed, presenting her ass to you. She gets onto her hands and knees, arching her back perfectly, the sheer white thong cutting deep into the valley of her cheeks, framing her perfect, round ass like a masterpiece. It’s flawless - smooth, pale skin, with a gentle curve that begs to be grabbed, squeezed, and marked.

Asa lets out a wolf whistle, crawling onto the bed behind her friend. “Look at that, daddy. Isn’t it perfect?” She delivers a sharp, stinging slap to Kazuha’s left cheek, the sound cracking loudly in the room. A bright red handprint blooms instantly on the pale skin, and Kazuha lets out a surprised yelp, her hips bucking slightly. Asa laughs, grabbing both of Kazuha’s ass cheeks and jiggling them vigorously, making them wobble and ripple. “This little whore right here,” Asa says with playful cruelty, “she really wants to do anal. She’s been talking about it all day when you weren't around, wondering what your big cock would feel like stretching her tight little asshole for the first time.”

Kazuha buries her face in the pillows. “Asa… stop…” But she doesn’t move away, her ass still held high.

“Oh, she’s a virgin back there, by the way,” Asa adds. “Her ass is completely untouched. So you’ll have to be gentle… at first.” She leans in and whispers right next to your ear, breath hot and promising. “Then you can break her in properly. Wreck that tight little hole until she can’t walk straight. It’s what she wants.”

The combination of Kazuha’s perfect, offered ass, the bright red mark from Asa’s slap, and the knowledge that she’s a virgin is too much. Your cock, already hard from their lingerie display, twitches violently, aching with a sudden, desperate need.

You don’t say a word. You simply stand up and start tearing off your clothes, your eyes never leaving Kazuha’s trembling, offered form. Your shirt comes off, then your pants, until you’re completely naked, your cock pointing at them like a weapon. You climb onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight, and crawl towards them.

“Before we do anything,” you say, “that perfect ass needs to be prepared. I want it wet. Soaking.” You look directly at Asa, your gaze hard and commanding. “I want you to eat her ass, Asa. Lick it, suck it, get your tongue deep in that tight little hole until she’s begging me to fuck her. Make her ready for me.”

Asa’s eyes widen with delight. She looks like you’ve just offered her the greatest gift in the world. “With pleasure, daddy,” she purrs, crawling eagerly behind Kazuha, her crimson lingerie contrasting with Kazuha’s white.

Asa positions herself behind Kazuha, grabbing her hips to hold her steady. She pulls Kazuha's panties aside then parts her ass cheeks with both hands, exposing the delicate, pink, puckered rosebud of her virgin asshole. Kazuha shivers violently, a choked sob escaping her lips as she feels the cool air hit her most intimate, untouched flesh. Asa leans in, her hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin before her tongue darts out, tracing a slow, wet line up the crack of Kazuha’s ass.

Kazuha screams into the pillow, her whole body convulsing. “Oh my god… Asa…”

Asa doesn’t stop. She licks with devotion, her tongue working its way down, lavishing attention on the soft skin of Kazuha’s cheeks before finally zeroing in on her target. She presses her lips to Kazuha’s asshole and sucks gently, making Kazuha cry out again, her hips bucking. Then, Asa’s tongue pushes forward, probing the tight, closed-off entrance. She flicks it, circles it, teases it, until Kazuha is a writhing, moaning mess, her pussy, untouched, leaking juices onto the bedsheets.

“That’s it, baby,” Asa murmurs against her skin. “Relax for me. Open up that sweet little hole for my tongue.” She pushes her tongue harder, forcing the tip just inside the tight ring of muscle. Kazuha gasps, her body tensing for a second before a long, shuddering sigh escapes her, her muscles relaxing as a wave of unexpected pleasure washes over her.

Asa takes the opportunity, sinking her tongue deeper, rimming her with a debauched enthusiasm that is both disgusting and incredibly arousing. She groans with pleasure, clearly savoring the taste of her friend.

You watch, completely mesmerized, stroking your throbbing cock as Asa eats Kazuha’s ass with a religious fervor. Asa’s hands aren’t idle either; one hand grips Kazuha’s hip, while the other sneaks around to the front, her fingers finding Kazuha’s wet pussy and slipping inside, fingering her in time with the rhythm of her tongue. Kazuha is lost, her mind shattered by the dual assault, her moans turning into a continuous, high-pitched keen of pleasure. Her pussy floods the bed, her hips grinding back against Asa’s face, begging for more.

“Fuck… Asa, please…” Kazuha whimpers. “It feels… so good… so weird…”

“I know, baby, I know,” Asa coos, pulling back for a second, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Kazuha’s glistening asshole. “You’re so tight, so tasty. Daddy’s gonna love fucking this ass.”

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of the most depraved foreplay you’ve ever witnessed, Asa pulls back, leaving Kazuha a trembling, panting wreck. Her asshole is now red, wet, and visibly looser, glistening with saliva. Asa grabs the bottle of lubricant, a wicked grin on her face. She squeezes a generous amount onto her palm, the clear, thick liquid shimmering under the lamp light.

First, she rubs it all over Kazuha’s ass cheeks, coating them in a slick, shiny sheen, making the red handprint from her earlier slap stand out even more. Then, she focuses on the main event, gooping a large dollop of lube directly onto Kazuha’s asshole. Kazuha gasps as the cool liquid hits her, but Asa is already working it in, her fingers circling the entrance before she gently pushes one lubricated finger inside.

Kazuha cries out, her body tensing, but Asa soothes her, whispering dirty encouragements as she slowly works her finger in and out, stretching the tight ring of muscle. She adds a second finger, and Kazuha whimpers, but the pleasure is starting to override the discomfort, her hips starting to rock into the stretch.

Once Kazuha is thoroughly lubed and stretched, Asa turns her attention to you. She crawls over, the lube on her hands making her movements slick and silent, and takes your hard cock in her hand. She pours the lubricant directly onto you, the cool gel a shocking contrast to the heat of your skin, and begins to stroke you, coating you from base to tip in the slippery substance.

“There,” she says as she gives you one last slow, torturous stroke. “All ready for you, daddy. Her virgin ass is lubed up and waiting for you to claim it.”

You don’t need any more encouragement. You move behind Kazuha, who is still on all fours, her ass held high, glistening with spit and lube, her body trembling with fear and desperate anticipation. You grab her hips, positioning yourself, and press the thick, blunt head of your cock against her tight, waiting hole.

The sensation is insane. Even with all the preparation, she’s incredibly tight. Your cock head pushes against the puckered entrance, and she lets out a pained whimper, her body flinching.

“Shhh, baby, relax,” Asa whispers, moving to kneel in front of Kazuha, holding her hands and letting her squeeze. “You can take it. You want this.”

You push forward, slowly but firmly, ignoring Kazuha’s soft pleas. The tip of your cock breaches her, stretching the virgin ring of muscle. It’s a tight, searing heat, a resistance that feels both like a barrier and an invitation. Kazuha screams, a sound of pain and shocking pleasure as you slowly, painstakingly, inch your way inside her. It takes all your control to go slow, to let her body adjust to your thickness, but the feeling of her virgin walls stretching and yielding around you is one of the most intensely erotic things you’ve ever felt.

Finally, with one last, firm push, you’re all the way in, your balls pressing against her slick perineum. You’re buried to the hilt in her ass. You both groan, a symphony of relief and overwhelming sensation. Her insides are so hot, so tight, clinging to your cock like a velvet glove lined with fire. Her round, juicy ass, still held high on all fours, is perfect, the sight of your cock disappearing into her driving you wild.

You stay still for a moment, letting her get used to the feeling of being so completely filled. Then, you begin to move, starting with slow, deep thrusts. Each movement is a revelation, her tight inner walls squeezing and massaging your shaft with an intensity her pussy could never match. Kazuha’s pained whimpers slowly transform into gasps of pleasure, her hips starting to move with you, tentatively at first, then with more confidence.

Asa watches the whole thing with gleaming eyes, a twisted smile on her face. “That’s it, Kazuha,” she encourages. “Take daddy’s big cock. Show him how good his little anal slut can be.” She leans in and kisses you, a quick, hungry peck, her tongue darting into your mouth before she pulls back to watch.

You increase the pace, your thrusts becoming harder, faster. The initial gentleness is gone, replaced by a need to conquer, to own this tight, virgin space. You grab a handful of Kazuha’s long, dark hair, yanking her head back as you pound into her, the sound of your flesh slapping against her slick ass echoing through the room. She screams, loud and unrestrained.

“Oh my god, daddy! It hurts… it hurts so good! Please, don’t stop!”

You don’t. You fuck her mercilessly, your hips a blur of motion, each thrust slamming your cock deep into her guts. You start slapping her ass, your open palm connecting with her cheeks, leaving angry red marks that layer over the first one. She screams with every slap, her body bucking wildly, but she pushes back against you, meeting your thrusts, taking the punishment like a seasoned whore.

Asa is a whirlwind of debauchery, her presence heightening the scene to an almost unbearable level. She crawls around, kissing you deeply one moment, then moving to lick the sweat that’s beading on Kazuha’s back the next, her tongue tracing patterns on her friend’s trembling skin. “Fuck her harder, daddy!” she shrieks with manic glee. “Ruin her! Make her scream your name! She loves it, look at her, she’s so wet for you even though you’re not even touching her pussy!”

It’s true. A glance down shows Kazuha’s pussy is a mess, juices dripping freely onto the bed, her clit swollen and red, her body so overwhelmed by the anal stimulation that she’s on the verge of a hands-free orgasm. The sight pushes you closer to the edge. Your thrusts become frantic, desperate, your balls aching with the need to release.

“I’m going to cum, Kazuha,” you gasp. “I’m going to fill your ass up.”

“Yes!” she screams. “Please, daddy, cum inside me! Fill my ass with your hot cum! Breed my ass!”

That’s all the permission you need. With a final, guttural roar, you drive your cock as deep as it will go and your orgasm rips through you. You erupt inside her, blasting load after load of hot, thick seed into her tight rectum. Your cock pulses violently, flooding her with your essence, the sensation of cumming inside her ass so intense it’s almost painful.

Kazuha transcends. As your hot cum fills her, her body seizes in a violent, shuddering orgasm. She screams your name, her pussy contracting wildly, squirting her own juices onto the bed as she comes harder than she ever has before, all from the raw, brutal fucking of her ass.

You keep thrusting even as you finish, milking every last drop out of yourself, pounding your softening cock into her as she shakes and whimpers, completely broken and remade by the experience. Finally, spent, you collapse on top of her, your bodies slick with sweat, lube, and spit.

After a moment, you pull out slowly, the sound a wet, obscene squelch. You get off the bed and stand in front of her, breathing heavily. “Kazuha,” you say. “Show me. Show me what I did to you.”

Still trembling, she obeys. She reaches back, grabs her own ass cheeks, and pulls them apart, spreading herself wide for you. Then, with a grunt of effort, she flexes her ass muscles, pushing. Your cum, thick and white, begins to ooze out of her red, swollen, stretched-out asshole, dripping down onto the sheets.

Asa is on it in an instant. She kneels down, a look of pure, primal hunger on her face, and latches her mouth onto Kazuha’s asshole, licking up every drop of your cum as it spills out.

Her tongue works with a frantic energy, darting into Kazuha’s stretched, ruined asshole to scoop out every last drop. Kazuha is a trembling, shuddering mess beneath her, her body still twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm, whimpering every time Asa’s tongue probes the tender, raw flesh of her freshly-fucked hole. It is undoubtedly an image that will remain etched in your memory forever: one beautiful idol eating another’s ass clean after you bred it, her face buried between cheeks that are still bright red and marked from your hand.

“Mmm, so good,” Asa murmurs. She pulls back for a second, a thick glob of your seed on the tip of her tongue, and she licks her lips, savoring it before diving back in. “Don’t worry, Zuha, I’ll get every last drop. Can’t let any of daddy’s perfect cum go to waste.”

She’s meticulous, a true connoisseur of depravity. She uses her fingers to hold Kazuha’s ass cheeks spread wide, giving her tongue full access, and she slurps loudly, cleaning not just the entrance but the surrounding skin, leaving a glistening trail of saliva in her wake. Kazuha groans witg pain and a new, flickering wave of pleasure. The cool wetness of Asa’s tongue is a strange sort of balm on her burning, swollen asshole, even as the probing motion makes her wince.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of the most obscene cleanup imaginable, Asa finishes. She gives Kazuha’s asshole one last, long, lingering lick, then pulls back, her face a mess. Her lips are swollen, glistening with your cum and Kazuha’s essence, a triumphant, satisfied smirk plastered on her face. She looks up at you, her eyes gleaming, and proudly declares: “All clean, daddy. Not a drop wasted.”

She then crawls up Kazuha’s trembling body, her crimson lingerie stark against her friend’s pale, sweat-slicked skin. Kazuha pushes herself up weakly onto her elbows, her face buried in the pillows, still catching her breath. Asa leans over her, grabs her face, and pulls her into a deep, filthy kiss. Their mouths crash together, and Asa’s tongue, still coated in the taste of your cum, plunges into Kazuha’s mouth. Kazuha moans into the kiss, accepting it without hesitation, her own tongue meeting Asa’s in a sloppy, wet dance. They share the flavor, swapping spit and the lingering taste of you, their moans a testament to their shared satisfaction.

When they finally break apart, a string of saliva connects their lips. Kazuha collapses back onto the bed, her body boneless, completely spent. She tries to shift, to find a more comfortable position, but a sharp, searing pain makes her cry out, her body tensing. She reaches back, her hand hovering over her ass, her face contorting in a pained grimace.

“Fuck,” she whispers. “It burns… it’s burning so much.”

Asa just laughs, a cruel, delighted sound. She crawls over and pokes one of Kazuha’s red, swollen ass cheeks, making her yelp again. “What did you expect, idiot?” she teases, her smile wicked. “Daddy has a huge cock, and he just destroyed your virgin ass. You won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

But despite the pain, a hazy, blissed-out smile spreads across Kazuha’s face. She looks at you, her eyes shining with something between adoration and pure, slutty pride.

“I don’t care,” she says. “It hurts, but… fuck, it was worth it. Thank you, daddy.” She reaches a trembling hand out to you, her fingers brushing against your leg. “Thank you for destroying me. For breaking me in. I loved it.”

You look at them both, your mind reeling. Kazuha, lying there, a beautiful, ruined mess, her ass stretched and marked and filled, so happy in her pain. And Asa, the instigator, the gleeful accomplice, perched beside her friend like a adorable succubus.

Your girls. Fucking perfect.

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A routine forms, a beautiful, depraved rhythm that takes over the house. The days bleed into one another, marked not by the calendar but by the cycle of fucking, eating, and sleeping, all tangled together in a haze of lust. Mornings start with you waking up sandwiched between them, their naked bodies warm and pliant against yours, their hair smelling of shampoo and sex. You cook breakfast while they lounge in your shirts, their legs bare, covered in the faint, fading marks of the previous night’s activities. They’re no longer shy; they’re possessive, constantly touching you, kissing you, their hands wandering under the table while you eat, a silent competition to see who can make you hard first.

The days are a strange combination of domesticity and debauchery. You’ll be on the couch, watching a movie, and Asa will just crawl into your lap, pull your cock out, and start sucking it like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Kazuha will watch, fingering herself openly. You fuck everywhere: on the kitchen counter while dinner is cooking, against the wall in the hallway, in the shower until the water runs cold. The lines blur until there is no separation between normal life and the constant, simmering state of arousal that has become your new reality.

And with each passing day, they become more submissive, more eager to please, more desperate for your approval and your punishment. The playful teasing gives way to a deeper, more serious devotion. They start calling you “Daddy” or “Sir” without prompting, their eyes wide and pleading when they ask for things.

The marks become a part of their daily attire. You brand them with your mouth, leaving dark purple hickeys on their necks, their breasts, the inside of their thighs; little trophies that declare your ownership. You bite them during sex, hard enough to leave teeth marks on their asses and shoulders, and they cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, begging you to do it again, to leave a mark that will last for days.

The slapping escalates. It starts with their asses, which you paddle until they’re bright red and stinging, the sound echoing through the house as they scream and buck. But soon, it’s not enough. During a particularly rough fuck, with Kazuha pinned beneath you, her eyes rolling back in her head, you slap her across the face. Not hard, but enough to shock her, to leave a faint red print on her cheek. Her eyes snap open, wide with a stunned, wild arousal, and a broken, grateful sob escapes her lips. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispers, and from then on, face slapping becomes part of the ritual. You do it to silence them when their moans get too loud, to punish them for some imagined slight, or simply to see that look of beautiful, broken submission on their faces. Asa loves it even more, leaning into the slaps, a crazed, ecstatic smile on her face as you mark her.

You find your belt one afternoon, and their eyes light up with a sick, eager curiosity.

“What are you going to do with that, Daddy?” Asa asks. You don’t answer. You make them kneel side-by-side, their asses presented to you like offerings. You fold the leather belt in half, and the first crack against Kazuha’s ass makes her scream, a sharp, piercing sound that is pure pain. You don’t stop. You whip them both, alternating cheeks, leaving angry red welts that crisscross their perfect skin.

They cry, they beg, they plead, but they don’t move. They take it, their bodies trembling, their pussies flooding with arousal, until you decide they’ve had enough. Afterward, they crawl to you, their faces tear-streaked, and kiss your feet, thanking you for the punishment, for the marks they’ll carry for days.

The choking becomes their favorite. They beg for it, their hands guiding yours to their throats as you fuck them.

“Please, Sir, make me forget how to breathe,” Kazuha will gasp, her eyes wide and trusting as your hand closes around her delicate neck. You squeeze, cutting off her air, and watch as her body goes limp beneath you, her moans turning into muffled, desperate gurgles. You fuck her in that state of blissful hypoxia, her body completely pliant, completely yours, only releasing your grip at the last possible second.

She comes back to life with a shuddering gasp, her orgasm ripping through her as oxygen floods her brain, her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. Asa is the same, her body thrashing wildly as you suffocate her, her muffled screams of pleasure the most erotic sound you’ve ever heard.

You cum several times a day, your balls constantly aching, your body a machine designed for their pleasure and their degradation. You cum in their mouths, on their faces, across their tits, and deep inside them, both pussy and ass. They swallow it greedily, lick it off each other’s bodies, and beg for more, their hunger for your seed seemingly insatiable. They are your whores, your pets, your girls, and they have given themselves to you so completely that their idol personas have all but vanished, replaced by these two beautiful, broken creatures who exist only to serve you.

And so the week passes in sweat, sex, and submission.

Until Friday afternoon.

A fragile peace settles over the house. You’re on the couch, watching some mindless TV show, a beer in your hand. Asa is curled up on your lap, her head resting on your chest, wearing nothing but one of your old t-shirts, her legs covered in faint, yellowing bruises from the belt.

Kazuha is lying on the floor, her head resting on your knee, also in one of your shirts, idly tracing the welts on Asa’s thigh, a sleepy, contented look on her face. They are both marked, tired, and completely at ease.

Then, the doorbell rings.

All three of you freeze. Asa lifts her head from your chest, her eyes wide. Kazuha sits up, a flicker of something (maybe apprehension, maybe excitement) in her gaze. They both look at you, then at the door.

You get up slowly. You walk to the door, every step feeling deliberate, heavy. You pull it open, and there she is.

Mina.

She looks like a goddess, an ethereal being from another world. She’s dressed in a simple, elegant black dress, her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail, her makeup flawless. She looks rested, poised, and utterly in control, a shocking contrast to the beautiful, bruised, half-naked mess you left on the couch. A small, overnight bag is at her feet.

She doesn’t say anything at first. Her eyes meet yours for a brief, intense moment. Then, her gaze drifts past you, into the living room, to where Asa and Kazuha are now sitting up, watching her with wide, reverent eyes. They look like two guilty children caught by their mother, but there’s no fear in their expressions, only a raw, eager submission.

A slow, satisfied smile spreads across Mina’s perfect lips. She looks at the marks on their skin, the sleepy, fucked-out haze in their eyes, the way they’re dressed in your clothes, and her smile widens. She surveys the scene, the beautiful chaos she orchestrated, and she is pleased.

She finally looks back at you.

“Well,” she says. “It looks like you all had fun while I was away.” She steps inside, closing the door behind her.

You pull her into your arms, pressing your lips to hers in a deep, hungry kiss that speaks of days of longing and separation. She melts against you, her body soft and familiar, her perfume a welcome contrast to the heavy musk of sex that has filled the house for days. When you pull back, your hands frame her face, thumbs brushing her cheekbones.

"Fuck, I missed you," you breathe against her lips. "Every day. Every single day."

Her eyes soften, genuine warmth replacing the calculating look she'd given the room moments before. "I missed you too," she murmurs, her fingers threading through your hair. "More than you know."

Behind you, Asa and Kazuha have scrambled to their feet, suddenly self-conscious in nothing but your oversized t-shirts. They approach cautiously, like cats unsure of their welcome. Asa speaks first, her usual confidence tempered with an odd shyness.

"Hi, Mina," she says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Welcome back."

Kazuha nods, her hands fidgeting with the hem of the shirt. "Yeah, welcome back. We... we took good care of him for you."

Mina laughs, a genuine, delighted sound that fills the space. She releases you and moves toward them, pulling each girl into a warm hug. "I can see that," she says, her eyes taking in the fading marks on their necks, the satisfied exhaustion in their postures. "You both look... well-used." The words should sound insulting, but coming from her, they're praise, and both girls beam under her approval.

"Let me cook for all of you," you say, needing to ground yourself in something normal. "Celebrate properly."

The kitchen becomes a warm, bustling space as you prepare a proper meal - nothing fancy, but better than the quick fixes you've been surviving on all week. Mina perches on a stool, elegant even in casual clothes, while Asa and Kazuha hover nearby, stealing glances between her and you like they're trying to figure out the dynamic. The conversation flows easily, surprisingly normal given the circumstances.

"How was the MISAMO tour?" you ask as you stir sauce, genuinely curious. Despite everything that's happened this week, you've still been following her career, proud of her success.

Mina's face lights up. "Exhausting but amazing. The crowds were incredible - bigger than we expected in some cities. Sana got food poisoning in Osaka, which was a disaster, but Momo stepped up and covered her parts perfectly." She pauses, watching you cook with fond eyes. "But I kept thinking about coming back here. About what you were up to with these two troublemakers."

Asa grins, stealing a piece of vegetables from your cutting board. "We kept him very busy. Very relaxed. Right, Daddy?"

The casual use of the name makes Mina's eyebrows raise slightly, an amused smirk playing at her lips. "Daddy, hmm? You really did break them in properly."

Kazuha blushes but doesn't deny it. "He was... thorough. We learned a lot about ourselves this week."

When dinner is ready, you all gather around the small dining table. The conversation flows between light gossip about the industry, stories from the tour, and careful questions about how the week went. You notice how Mina watches the girls, observing their body language, the way they automatically defer to you, how they wince slightly when they sit down.

"And you?" Mina asks, cutting into her food. "Have you been relaxing? You look... different. Less stressed."

You consider the question, looking at Asa and Kazuha, both of whom are watching you with expectant eyes. "Yeah, I have been. More than I expected. They've been... incredible company." You meet each of their gazes in turn. "Perfect, actually."

The compliment makes both girls glow with pride. Asa reaches over to squeeze your hand briefly. "We aim to please."

"And from what I can see," Mina says, "you've been very pleased indeed. I can see the marks from here, girls. He really did a number on you both."

Kazuha touches her neck self-consciously where a particularly dark hickey is still visible. "We asked for it. Begged for it, actually."

"Good," Mina says simply. "That's exactly what I hoped would happen."

As dinner winds down and the dishes are cleared, a different energy begins to build in the room. The casual, domestic atmosphere starts to give way to something more charged, more purposeful. Mina stands, smoothing her dress, and looks at the three of you with that calculating expression returning.

"Well," she says. "I think it's time the real fun finally begins, don't you?" Asa and Kazuha exchange excited glances, their exhaustion from the week suddenly forgotten. You feel your pulse quicken, anticipation and arousal beginning to build again despite having been thoroughly drained by days of constant sex. "Bedroom," Mina says simply. "All of you. Now."

The migration to the bedroom feels like a procession. Mina leads the way, her hips swaying with deliberate sensuality, while you and the girls follow like eager disciples. The bedroom still bears the evidence of your week together - rumpled sheets that have been changed multiple times but still carry the scent of sex, discarded lingerie in various corners, the bottle of lube still sitting openly on the nightstand.

Mina sets her overnight bag on the dresser and turns to face the three of you. Asa and Kazuha sit on the edge of the bed, still in your t-shirts, their legs bare, watching her with rapt attention. You stand beside them.

"I brought something special," Mina says, her fingers working at the zipper of her bag with deliberate slowness. "Something I've been thinking about using on these two beautiful sluts all week while I was performing." She pauses, her hand still in the bag, and looks directly at Asa and Kazuha. "You are my sluts now too, aren't you? Not just his?"

"Yes!" they both respond immediately.

"Good." Mina's smile is cruel as she slowly withdraws her surprise. It's a strap-on harness, black leather with silver buckles, and attached is a substantial dildo - not as large as you, but impressive in its own right, with a slight curve designed for maximum impact. The sight of it in her delicate hands is both shocking and incredibly arousing.

Asa gasps, her hands covering her mouth. "Oh my god, Mina!"

Kazuha's reaction is more subdued but no less intense. She bites her lip, her thighs pressing together as arousal visibly floods through her. "Are you going to... to fuck us with that?"

Mina weighs the strap-on in her hands, testing its heft. "Oh, I'm going to do much more than that," she purrs. "I'm going to show you both what it really means to be owned. By both of us." She looks at you. "We're going to break you completely tonight. Together."

Asa reaches out tentatively to touch the dildo, her fingers tracing its length with obvious fascination. "It's perfect," she whispers.

"It will be," Mina agrees, beginning to unfasten her dress. "By the time we're done with you two, you won't remember your own names. You'll only remember ours, and how good it feels to be our perfect little fucktoys."

As Mina's dress pools at her feet, revealing the elegant black lingerie beneath, you realize this night is going to surpass every fantasy you've ever had. Now the real destruction begins.

steps out of her dress like a goddess ascending from shadow, the black fabric pooling around her feet like spilled ink. The lingerie beneath is stunning: delicate black lace that hugs her familiar curves, a bra that pushes her breasts together in a way that makes your mouth water, matching panties that sit high on her hips. But it's the confidence she radiates that truly takes your breath away. She moves with predatory grace, every step deliberate as she approaches the strap-on harness, her fingers working the buckles with practiced efficiency.

"Strip," she commands without looking at any of you, her attention focused on adjusting the harness around her slim waist. "I want you all naked. Now."

The authority in her voice is absolute, and you find yourself obeying without question, pulling your shirt over your head and stepping out of your pants and underwear. Beside you on the bed, Asa and Kazuha scramble to remove your t-shirts, their movements eager but clumsy in their haste. Soon all three of you are naked, your bodies bearing the evidence of the week's activities; fading marks, lingering bruises, the kind of satisfied exhaustion that comes from constant, thorough use.

Mina turns to face you, now wearing the strap-on, the black dildo jutting from her hips with obscene pride. The contrast is staggering: her ethereal beauty, the elegant set of her shoulders, the graceful line of her neck, all paired with this crude instrument of dominance. She looks like a dark angel, beautiful and terrible in equal measure.

"Look at you three," she purrs, her eyes roaming over your bodies with obvious satisfaction. "My husband, relaxed and satisfied. And these two beautiful whores, marked and claimed." She approaches the bed slowly, the dildo swaying slightly with each step. "But we're not done yet. Not even close."

Asa and Kazuha watch her approach with wide eyes, their bodies trembling with anticipation. The week has changed them, stripped away their inhibitions and left them raw, desperate for more. They reach for each other unconsciously, fingers intertwining as they prepare for whatever Mina has planned.

"Asa," Mina says. "On your back. Legs spread. I want to see what he's done to you this week."

Asa complies immediately, falling back onto the bed and spreading her legs wide. Her pussy is visibly swollen from days of use, her lips puffy and pink, glistening with arousal despite having been thoroughly fucked just hours ago. Mina climbs onto the bed, positioning herself between Asa's thighs, the tip of the strap-on pressing against her entrance.

"And you," Mina looks at Kazuha, then at you. "I want her mouth busy while I fuck this slut. But first..." She reaches into her bag and pulls out a small, powerful-looking vibrator. "This is for me. I want to cum too."

She positions the vibrator against her clit, trapped between the strap-on and the panties, her breath hitching as she turns it on. The soft buzzing fills the room, mixing with Asa's whimpers as Mina begins to push the dildo into her wet pussy.

"Kazuha," you say, your own arousal building rapidly at the scene unfolding before you. "Come here. I want that mouth."

Kazuha crawls to you eagerly, her movements fluid despite the lingering soreness in her ass. She positions herself on her knees beside the bed, her mouth level with your rapidly hardening cock. Without hesitation, she takes you between her lips, her tongue swirling around the head as she begins to work you back to full hardness.

Mina starts slow with Asa, the dildo sliding in and out of her pussy with deliberate precision. Asa's moans fill the room, her back arching as Mina hits spots that have been neglected during your week of focus on anal play and rough use. The dildo is curved just right, designed to hit her g-spot with every thrust, and Asa is already trembling on the edge of orgasm.

"Fuck, Mina!" Asa gasps, her hands clutching at the sheets. "It feels so good! I forgot... I forgot how amazing it is to be fucked properly in my pussy!"

Mina smiles wickedly, increasing her pace slightly. The vibrator against her clit has her breathing heavily, her movements becoming more aggressive as her own pleasure builds. "That's right, slut. Let me remind you how it feels to be owned by a woman. By someone who knows exactly how to make you scream."

Meanwhile, Kazuha is working your cock with renewed enthusiasm, her mouth sliding up and down your length with practiced skill. She's learned your preferences over the week, knows exactly how much pressure to apply, where to focus her attention. Her tongue works the underside of your shaft while her lips form a tight seal, creating the perfect combination of suction and friction.

You thread your fingers through Kazuha's hair, not to control her movements but simply to feel connected to her as she services you. Her eyes look up at you occasionally, checking your reaction, making sure she's pleasing you the way she's been trained to do all week.

"Good girl," you murmur, and she moans around your cock. "Such a perfect little cocksucker. You've learned so well."

The praise makes her work harder, her head bobbing faster, taking you deeper into her throat. She's mastered the art of suppressing her gag reflex, learned to relax and let you slide all the way down her throat until her nose presses against your pubic bone.

On the bed, Mina has found her rhythm, the strap-on pistoning in and out of Asa's dripping pussy with increasing force. Mina's own breathing is getting ragged, the vibrator doing its work as she approaches her first climax of the evening.

"I'm close," Asa pants, her legs wrapping around Mina's waist, trying to pull her deeper. "Please, Mina, make me cum! I need it so bad!"

Mina responds by angling her hips differently, making sure the curved dildo hits Asa's g-spot with every thrust. "Cum for me then, whore," she says. "Show me how much you love being fucked by your mistress!"

As Asa's orgasm hits her, her body convulses as waves of pleasure crash over her. She screams your wife's name, her pussy clenching around the dildo as she comes harder than she has all week. The sight of her climax pushes Mina over the edge, and she cries out as her own orgasm rips through her, the vibrator buzzing against her clit as she grinds against the base of the strap-on.

The visual of both women coming together is almost too much for you to handle. Your cock twitches in Kazuha's mouth, and you have to gently pull her off to prevent yourself from cumming too early.

"Switch," you say breathlessly. "Kazuha, I want you on the bed. Asa, come here."

The girls comply without question. Kazuha spreads herself on the bed, her pussy already wet from watching the show, while Asa crawls to you, her face still flushed from her recent orgasm.

Mina moves to position herself over Kazuha, the tip of the strap-on pressing against her entrance. "Your turn, beautiful," she purrs. "Let's see if you can handle what your friend just took."

As Mina begins to work the dildo into Kazuha's tight pussy, you guide Asa's mouth to your cock. She's eager, her tongue immediately going to work on your shaft, licking and sucking with the desperation of someone who's been thoroughly broken and remade for your pleasure.

Kazuha's reaction to being fucked by Mina is different from Asa's. Where Asa was loud and dramatic, Kazuha is more controlled, her pleasure manifesting in soft gasps and the way her body undulates beneath Mina's thrusts. Her training as a dancer shows in the way she moves, her hips rolling to meet each thrust, creating a rhythm that's almost hypnotic to watch.

"Such a good girl," Mina murmurs, her own arousal building again as she works the dildo in and out of Kazuha's gripping pussy. "So responsive, so perfect. I can see why he enjoyed you so much this week."

You're torn between watching your wife fuck Kazuha and enjoying the incredible sensations of Asa's mouth on your cock. She's gotten so good at reading your body, knowing when to slow down to prolong your pleasure and when to increase intensity to bring you closer to the edge.

The vibrator is still buzzing against Mina's clit, and you can see she's building toward another orgasm. Her movements are becoming more erratic, more desperate, as she chases her release while simultaneously driving Kazuha toward hers.

"I have an idea," you say. "Something that will show these sluts exactly who owns them now."

Mina raises an eyebrow, looking at you but still fucking Kazuha fiercely. "What did you have in mind, baby?"

You gesture toward the bed. "Both of you, on all fours on the bed. Face each other. I want you close enough to kiss while we fuck you from behind."

Asa's eyes light up immediately. "Yes, daddy! That sounds perfect!" She scrambles onto the bed, positioning herself on her hands and knees, her perfect ass raised high, still bearing the faint marks from your belt earlier in the week.

Mina slowly takes the strap out of Kazuha, who follows eagerly, crawling onto the bed and positioning herself mirror-image to Asa, their faces only inches apart. Her own ass, slightly more marked from the brutal anal session days ago, presents itself beautifully to Mina. Both girls arch their backs perfectly, a pose they've perfected from their dance training, showing off the smooth curves of their spines and the inviting roundness of their asses.

"Beautiful," Mina purrs, climbing onto the bed behind Kazuha. She positions the strap-on at Kazuha's dripping entrance, teasing her with just the tip. "Such perfect positioning. Like they were made to be fucked by us."

You take your position behind Asa, your hands immediately going to her hips, feeling the familiar softness of her skin under your palms. Your cock throbs with need as you press it against her soaked pussy, not entering yet, just letting her feel your heat. "Look at each other," you say. "I want you kissing while we destroy you. Show us how much you love being our sluts."

Without hesitation, Asa and Kazuha lean forward, their lips meeting in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues dance together, soft moans escaping as they taste each other, their bodies trembling with anticipation of what's to come.

"Now," Mina says, carrying absolute authority. "Let's show these whores what it means to be owned by both mommy and daddy."

With that, you both push forward simultaneously. Your cock slides into Asa's tight, wet heat while Mina drives the strap-on deep into Kazuha's equally desperate pussy. Both girls scream into each other's mouths, the sound muffled but no less intense, their bodies jerking forward from the sudden penetration.

"Fuck!" Asa gasps against Kazuha's lips, her eyes rolling back as you fill her completely. "Daddy's so thick! So fucking big!"

Kazuha moans in response, her body adjusting to Mina's aggressive pace. "Mommy's fucking me so good! The angle... oh god, it's hitting everything!"

You establish a rhythm quickly, your hips snapping forward with controlled force, driving your cock deep into Asa's pussy with each thrust. The week of constant fucking has taught you exactly how she likes it: hard enough to make her gasp, deep enough to hit her cervix, fast enough to keep her constantly on edge.

Beside you, Mina is equally relentless with Kazuha. The strap-on pistons in and out of her pussy with mechanical precision, each thrust accompanied by Mina's soft grunts of effort and pleasure. The vibrator pressed against her clit ensures she's getting as much pleasure as she's giving, her own arousal building with each movement.

"Kiss deeper," you say, your hand coming down hard on Asa's ass with a sharp crack. The sound echoes through the room, followed immediately by her muffled scream of pleasure-pain. "I want to see those tongues working."

The girls comply immediately, their kiss becoming more desperate, more pornographic. Their tongues wrestle and dance, saliva mixing and dripping down their chins as they lose themselves in the sensation of being fucked from behind while tasting each other.

Mina follows your lead, her own hand coming down on Kazuha's ass with a satisfying slap. "That's right, sluts," she pants, her movements becoming more aggressive. "Show us how much you love being used by your owners."

The synchronized fucking continues, both of you finding a complementary rhythm. When you thrust forward into Asa, Mina pulls back from Kazuha, creating a seesaw motion that keeps both girls constantly stimulated, never allowing them a moment's rest.

"Harder, daddy!" Asa begs against Kazuha's mouth, her hips pushing back to meet your thrusts. "Spank me harder! I've been such a bad girl this week!"

You oblige, your hand raining down a series of sharp slaps across both her ass cheeks, turning them a beautiful pink that matches the marks already fading from earlier sessions. Each slap makes her pussy clench around your cock, adding to your pleasure as you continue pounding into her.

"Don't forget about me, mommy," Kazuha whimpers, looking back at Mina with pleading eyes. "My ass needs attention too!"

Mina grins wickedly, her hand coming down repeatedly on Kazuha's upturned ass, leaving bright red handprints on her pale skin. "Such a greedy little whore," she says, punctuating each word with another spank. "Always wanting more pain, more pleasure, more attention!"

You vary your technique, sometimes focusing on deep, slow strokes that make Asa feel every inch of your cock, other times switching to rapid, shallow thrusts that stimulate her most sensitive areas. Your free hand grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her head back slightly, breaking her kiss with Kazuha momentarily.

"Tell me how much you love this," you growl in her ear, your hips never stopping their relentless motion. "Tell me how much you love being daddy's personal fucktoy."

"I love it so much!" Asa screams. "I love being your fucktoy, daddy! I love how you use me, how you hurt me, how you make me feel like nothing but a hole for your pleasure!"

Satisfied with her response, you release her hair, allowing her to return to kissing Kazuha, who has been receiving similar treatment from Mina. Your wife has been whispering filthy encouragements in Kazuha's ear, telling her what a perfect slut she is, how beautifully she takes the strap-on, how much she loves watching her be destroyed.

The pace intensifies as both you and Mina chase your approaching orgasms. Your balls slap against Asa's clit with each thrust, the additional stimulation making her body quake with approaching climax. Her pussy is getting tighter, more desperate, clutching at your cock like she never wants to let you go.

Mina is equally close, the vibrator against her clit and the base of the strap-on creating a perfect storm of friction. Her movements become more erratic, more desperate, as she pounds into Kazuha with increasing fury.

"I'm getting close," you warn. "These sluts are going to get what they've been begging for all week."

"Me too," Mina gasps, her face flushed with exertion and arousal. "I want to cover them in our cum. Mark them as ours completely."

The girls hear your words and their kissing becomes even more frantic, more desperate. They know what's coming, and they want it more than anything. Their bodies are trembling with their own approaching orgasms, held back only by their training to wait for permission.

"Please, daddy, mommy," Asa begs between kisses. "Let us cum with you! We've been such good girls!"

"Such perfect sluts," Kazuha adds. "We deserve to cum while you mark us!"

But you're not ready to give them that satisfaction yet. Instead, you pull out of Asa abruptly, your cock glistening with her juices, throbbing with the need for release. Mina follows suit, the strap-on sliding out of Kazuha with a wet sound that makes both girls whimper at the sudden emptiness.

"On your knees," you command, stepping back from the bed. "On the floor. Now."

The girls scramble to comply, sliding off the bed and dropping to their knees on the hardwood floor. They position themselves side by side, their faces upturned, mouths open, tongues extended like perfect little cum sluts waiting for their reward.

Mina quickly removes the strap-on, and puts her panties aside, her pussy visibly wet and swollen. She positions herself next to you, the vibrator still buzzing against her clit, her other hand between her legs, fingers working her soaked folds.

"Look at them," she pants, her eyes locked on the girls' eager faces. "So perfect, so ready to be marked by their owners."

You stroke your cock frantically, the sight of Asa and Kazuha kneeling before you, desperate for your cum, pushing you rapidly toward the edge. Your balls are tight, your shaft throbbing with each stroke, the week of constant use having built up a massive load that's ready to explode.

"Please, daddy," Asa begs, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips. "Cover us in your cum. We need it so bad!"

"Paint us with it," Kazuha adds, her own tongue extended, ready to catch whatever you give her. "Show us how much you love using us!"

The desperate begging pushes you over the edge. With a guttural roar, your orgasm explodes from you, thick ropes of cum shooting across both girls' faces. The first blast catches Asa across the nose and cheek, the second hits Kazuha's forehead and hair. You continue stroking, milking every drop from your aching balls, painting their eager faces with your seed.

"Yes!" Asa screams as your cum hits her, her own orgasm triggered by the feeling of being marked. "Thank you, daddy! Thank you for covering me!"

Simultaneously, Mina cries out in ecstasy beside you. But instead of just cumming, she squirts, her pussy contracting violently as a stream of her juices sprays across both girls' faces, mixing with your thick cum.

"Fuck yes!" Mina screams as she squirts, her body convulsing with the intensity of her climax. "Take it all, you beautiful sluts! Wear our cum like the perfect whores you are!"

Kazuha's own orgasm hits as Mina's juices splash across her face, her body shaking violently as waves of pleasure crash over her The combination of your cum and Mina's squirt coating her skin is enough to send her into orbit, her screams of pleasure filling the room.

Both girls are covered now, their faces glistening with the evidence of your dominance. Your thick, white cum mixes with Mina's clear, sweet-smelling juices, creating patterns across their cheeks, noses, and lips that mark them completely as yours.

They turn to each other immediately, their tongues darting out to clean each other's faces, sharing the mixture of your seed and Mina's juices in deep, messy kisses. They moan as they taste you both, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, lost in the bliss of being so thoroughly used and marked.

"Perfect," you breathe, collapsing back onto the bed as your orgasm subsides, your cock still twitching with aftershocks. "Absolutely fucking perfect."

Mina sinks down beside you, the vibrator finally silent, her body still trembling from the intensity of her squirting orgasm. "Look at them," she says as she watches the girls clean each other. "They're so beautiful like this. Covered in us, marked as ours."

Asa and Kazuha remain on their knees, their faces still glistening despite their cleaning efforts. They look like debauched angels, beautiful and broken and completely, utterly yours.

"Thank you," Kazuha whispers, voice a little hoarse from screaming. "Thank you for using us, for marking us, for making us yours."

Asa nods eagerly, cum still visible in her hair and on her chin. "We're yours forever," she says with genuine devotion. "Daddy's and mommy's perfect little sluts."

As the four of you catch your breath, the reality of what just happened settles over the room. The girls have been completely broken and remade, transformed from independent idols into willing, devoted sluts who exist solely for your pleasure and Mina's dominance. Your wife looks at you and smiles, wiping some sweat from her forehead as she catches her breath, she asks: "Now that’s a warm-up, don’t you think, darling? This weekend’s gonna be really intense."

“Oh, don't even get me started,” you say. “I've been warming up all week for this moment.”

“Oh, really?” Mina raises an eyebrow, amused by your audacity. “Let's see if you live up to your words then.”

—

And just as expected, the weekend unfolds like a perfect dream, the kind of experience that feels too intense and too good to be real. Having Mina back transforms the dynamic completely; where the week had been raw exploration and breaking boundaries, the weekend becomes something more sophisticated, more complete.

Saturday morning starts with all four of you tangled in the king-sized bed, limbs intertwined in ways that would be impossible to untangle without waking someone. Asa is curled against your chest, her hair tickling your chin, while Kazuha has somehow ended up with her leg thrown over Mina's hip. Your wife's arm is draped across your waist, her fingers intertwined with yours even in sleep. It's cramped, almost ridiculously so, but the warmth is incredible.

You wake first, as you have all week, but instead of slipping away to make breakfast, you just lie there, savoring the moment. The soft breathing of the three women around you, the way the morning light filters through the curtains to highlight the peaceful expressions on their faces. For the first time in months, maybe years, you feel completely relaxed.

"Good morning," Mina whispers, her eyes opening to meet yours. She doesn't move, doesn't disturb the girls, just smiles at you with that knowing look that says she's thinking the same thing you are.

"Best morning ever," you whisper back, and she laughs softly.

The girls wake gradually, stretching like cats, their bodies arching in ways that would be pornographic if not for the innocent sleepiness in their expressions. Asa nuzzles into your neck, pressing soft kisses to your throat, while Kazuha does the same to Mina.

"Don't want to get up," Asa mumbles against your skin. "Too comfortable. Too perfect."

"We have to eventually," Mina says practically, but she's smiling, her fingers still playing with yours. "But not yet. Not for a while yet."

The sex that follows is different from the intense, brutal fucking of the night before. It's slower, more exploratory, filled with soft kisses and gentle touches. You and Mina work together like a team that's been playing together for years, which in a way, you have. She knows exactly how to touch you to drive you wild, and you know all her favorite spots, the places that make her arch and moan.

The girls watch in fascination as you and Mina make out, your mouths moving together with the familiarity of long practice, your hands roaming each other's bodies with confident ownership. There's something powerful about displaying your connection, your marriage, in front of them. It reminds everyone of the hierarchy, but it also shows them what genuine love and lust combined looks like.

"You two are so hot together," Kazuha breathes, her hand between her legs as she watches you kiss your wife deeply. "The way you know exactly what she wants... it's incredible."

Asa nods, equally mesmerized. "It makes us want to be part of it even more. Like we want to learn to fit into what you have instead of being separate from it."

That becomes the theme of the weekend: integration rather than domination. Sensory deprivation becomes a key element in your games too. Blindfolds and ball gags are introduced, leaving them completely at your mercy as you and Mina explore their bodies. You take turns with low-temperature wax, dripping hot patterns onto their backs and asses, their muffled screams turning to moans as the sensation shifts from pain to pleasure. You'll trace the wax patterns with ice cubes, making them gasp and shudder, their senses overwhelmed, their bodies belonging entirely to the whims of their owners.

But for every moment of intense pain or humiliation, there's an equal and opposite moment of profound tenderness. This is where the true integration happens. Saturday night finds both girls bound with silk ties to the headboard while you and Mina take turns with various toys, driving them to the edge of orgasm again and again without letting them cum. Their desperate pleas and the way they strain against their bonds is intoxicating, but what makes it special is the aftercare; the gentle touches, the soft words, the way you and Mina work together to bring them back down from subspace with kisses and compliments and warm washcloths. It's in these moments of care, juxtaposed against the brutality of the play, that they truly break and reform.

"Such good girls," Mina murmurs as she unties Kazuha's wrists, massaging the circulation back into her hands. "You took that so beautifully. We're so proud of you."

"So proud," you echo, doing the same for Asa, who melts into your touch like she's starved for gentleness after the intensity. "You're both perfect."

Sunday morning brings a different kind of adventure. The girls want to go out, to experience Tokyo together like normal people rather than celebrities or sex slaves. They bundle up in masks and sunglasses again, but this time it feels less like hiding and more like playing dress-up. You and Mina each take one of their arms as you stroll through a quiet district, window shopping and ducking into small cafes.

At dinner, in a private booth at an upscale restaurant, the conversation flows as easily as the wine. The girls are relaxed, genuinely happy, their laughter frequent and unguarded. They lean into you and Mina constantly, casual touches that speak of comfort and affection rather than just lust.

"This is surreal," Kazuha says, her head resting on Mina's shoulder as she speaks. "A week ago, we were just... acquaintances, really. Colleagues. And now..."

"Now we're a weird little family," Asa finishes, grinning as she steals a piece of food from your plate. "The most dysfunctional, kinky family ever."

"I like it," Mina says simply, her arm around Kazuha tightening slightly. "I like having you both around. Everything feels more alive with you in it."

"You should just adopt us," Asa says with a laugh, but there's something serious in her eyes. "Keep us as your personal sluts forever. We promise we'll be good."

"Most of the time," Kazuha adds with a grin. "We'll be bratty sometimes because you both love putting us back in our place."

You and Mina exchange glances, and you can see she's thinking the same thing you are.

"We'll see," Mina says diplomatically, but her smile suggests she's not opposed to the idea. "Let's see how we all feel when the real world intrudes again."

That night, the four of you make love with an intensity born of knowing it might be your last night together for a while. There's desperation in the way Asa and Kazuha cling to you and Mina, in the way they kiss you with everything they have. You and your wife work together to give them experiences they'll remember, taking turns fucking them, holding them, making them scream with pleasure until all four of you collapse in an exhausted, satisfied heap.

Monday morning arrives too quickly, bringing with it the harsh reality of schedules and commitments and the outside world. The girls' managers will be expecting them back, your own work is waiting, and Mina has TWICE obligations that can't be ignored forever.

The sadness is palpable as you all move through the motions of packing and preparing to leave. Asa keeps wiping her eyes, trying to hide tears behind her sunglasses. Kazuha is quieter than usual, clinging to Mina's hand like she's afraid to let go.

Finally, standing in the entryway with their bags packed and a car waiting outside, you feel compelled to address what's happening, what all of this has meant.

"I need to say something," you begin, looking at each of them in turn. "This week... this weekend... it's been the best of my life. All of you: Mina, for orchestrating this insane plan and trusting me with it. Asa and Kazuha, for giving yourselves so completely, for being everything I needed and more than I ever imagined." Your voice catches slightly as you continue. "I'm more relaxed than I've been in years. The stress, the burnout, all of it… it's gone. And if I ever went too far, if I ever hurt you in ways you didn't want—"

"Stop," Asa interrupts firmly, stepping forward to cup your face in her hands. "You were perfect. Every single thing you did to us, we wanted. We begged for it. You gave us exactly what we needed too."

Kazuha nods eagerly. "You never crossed a line we didn't want you to cross. You paid attention to us, learned what we liked, what we could handle. That's not something we get often in this industry; someone who actually cares about our pleasure and our limits."

"Besides," Mina adds with a sly smile, "I know you very well. You were exactly the man I married: strong and dominant, but caring and attentive. I'm proud of you."

The girls are tearing up again, but Mina's smile is growing wider. "And you don't need to be sad," she tells them. "This was so much better than I imagined it would be. There will definitely be other opportunities. We're not losing touch. This isn't goodbye."

Asa's face lights up immediately. "Really? You mean it?"

"We mean it," you confirm, pulling both girls into a group hug with Mina. "This isn't a one-time thing. We're... we're a family now, I guess. A very unconventional family."

"You two are the most incredible couple we've ever met," Kazuha says. "The chemistry between you, the way you complement each other, the way you made room for us in it... it's beautiful."

"The trust you have," Asa adds. "The way Mina could give us to you knowing you'd take care of us, the way you could accept her gift knowing she'd be part of it... that's real love. That's the kind of relationship we want someday."

You look at Mina, seeing your own thoughts reflected in her eyes. They're right. What you have together is special, and somehow, instead of threatening it, this week has made it stronger.

"They're right," you tell her, and she nods.

"Completely right," she agrees. "We make a good team."

The goodbye is emotional but not final. There are promises to stay in touch, plans made tentatively for future meetings, exchanges of private contact information. As the car pulls away with Asa and Kazuha inside, both of them pressing their faces to the windows to wave at you and Mina, you feel a complex combination of sadness and satisfaction.

"So," Mina says, taking your hand as you watch the car disappear around a corner. "How do you feel about your stress relief program?"

You laugh, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. "I think it worked better than advertised. Though I have a feeling I'm going to need regular maintenance sessions."

"I think that can be arranged," she says with a smile that promises many more adventures to come. "After all, we wouldn't want you getting stressed again. Now let's finish packing our bags. We have to go too."

bassist!kaminari who seems to be incapable of rehearsing if you’re not there with him. he guides you in his room, closing the door behind your back. grinning up at you like an idiot as he plugs the amplifier in.

bassist!kaminari who plays for you - just for you. for hours on end, never getting tired of your little silly dance moves or the way you keep begging him to just: “play this song f’me kami!” or “one more, yesyes, jus’ one more!”

so can you really blame him when a promiscuous little idea pops into his lewd, drunken in love mind?

bassist!kaminari who helps you sit onto the amplifier. slowly guiding your legs to part, away from one another. his hands steady on your hips, pushing your body down onto the sturdy surface.

bassist!kaminari who fucks you raw, without even touching you. allowing the vibrations of his music to pulse and grind all over your wet folds. his fingers experiencing moving - toying with chords of his bass, like he was playing with you.

bassist!kaminari who watches you attentively, looking for any sign of discomfort. learning from your reactions the perfect rhythm, force, energy to use to make you feel good.

bassist!kaminari who grinds his aching erection against the back of his bass, watching you enjoy yourself over and over again for him. his boxers heavy, damp with shameless loads of desperate pre-cum.

bassist!kaminari who ends up in between your legs. his head buried deep within your folds, liking and tasting both your arousal and his fucking music.

singer!jirō who guides the mic closer to your mouth. capturing every little mewl, cry, whimper and moan vocalist!mina is guiding - no, urging out of you.

singer!jirō who just whispers, her voice low, profound, ever so distant form the little sensitive mic: “you sound so good, such a beauty. you’re gonna make us platinum again baby — fuck, keep it up” vocalist!mina who simply doesn’t care about the song, the mic, jirō - just you, you’re the only thing she wants. her fingers deep in your core, curving, arching, scissoring their way closer and closer to your orgasm.

singer!jirō who lets you ride her strap on. both watching vocalist!mina through the big, transparent window as she records her pretty vocals for the next song.

guitarist!kirishima who’s just so tender and loving with you. listening and keeping track of everything you like. spending all of his money on you, his prettiest, most precious girl.

guitarist!kirishima who melts, literally melts, when you tell him you want to learn how to play guitar. his heart thumping like a drum played by katsuki, as you follow him into his personal home studio.

guitarist!kirishima who guides you in his lap. his strong, muscular body almost swallowing you whole. his arms draping over yours, cradling your skin as he finds his way around you. his big, calloused hand resting gently over yours, guiding your finger over the chords as he explains the basics to you.

guitarist!kirishima who spends hours with you, patiently explaining and teaching everything there’s to know about guitars.

guitarist!kirishima who’s cock grows more and more desperate each time you readjust your position on top him. his shark like teeth sinking like heavy weight into his bottom lip, desperately trying to keep it together for you. desperately trying to keep you close, just like this - as he teaches you about his favorite thing in the whole world.

guitarist!kirishima who ends up cockwarming you. his dick buried deep inside your throbbing cunt. his leaky, pinkish tip sloppily making out with your cervix every time he ever felt like you needed some more encouragement.

guitarist!kirishima who teases you for being so ‘absent minded’. “what’s wrong precious? is it a bit too advanced for you? should i slow down?” “no? but you look so lost on me sweet girl” “it’s like you have something else on your mind…” “is there, perhaps, another activity that you would you like to peruse?” “good, ‘cause now all you have to do is focus, it’ll ‘cum’ to you soon enough”

guitarist!kirishima who can’t help but give in to all of your begging. putting you into the meanest of headlocks. allowing your teeth to bite reddening, deep bite marks into his biceps as he explains to you how to read a music sheets.

Not really being one for LEGOs, you’re struggling. Mina loves them, and you love her, so when she asked if you wanted to spend the day building four different plant sets, the answer was an obvious yes.

It was easy to see the confusion painted on your face, the instructions read to you like they might be in another language and you were starting to get annoyed with how slow you were moving.

Meanwhile, she’s building another more complex set intuitively.

Diligently reading the instruction manual of one of the sets, your brows furrow in concentration as you try to make sense of the words and pictures before you. Hearing a muffled giggle coming from beside you, you turn your head to glance over at Mina, who is laying on her stomach just like you were, propped up on one elbow with messy hair dangling and shielding parts of her face.

“You’re so cute,” she whispers with a bright, gummy smile while she’s confidently putting pieces together, the instruction manual sitting undisturbed next to her.

“What do you meaaaaan?” It comes out whinier than you intend, and you immediately regret it.

“That’s what I mean.” Mina puts the pieces down in front of her before tucking that messy strand of hair behind her ear and turning her head to face you.

Her eyes sharpen with intensity. Like the flip of a switch when she heard you whine out, that makes you melt on the spot.

Clapping the book shut with frustration, you fold your arms in front of you, dropping your head in them to cover your face and take a moment to try and hide your cheeks from giving you away.

“You’re distracting…you know that?” Mina’s voice dips into something you recognize immediately.

“We have a dinner party to go to tonight at Jihyo’s…and I want to finish these before we go.” almost like she’s scolding you.

That deeper knowing inflection that when spoken, always causes you to blush uncontrollably…

“And someone…” her jaw tenses.

“…wants to distract me…”

Mina’s gaze drifts down to your mouth and when it returns to your eyes?

It’s slower.

Hungrier.

Her lips curling at the ends creates a small window to flash not only her teeth, but her intentions.

The glimmer of lust alone was enough to push all other thoughts out of your mind. Feeling the heat roar in your stomach as you both taste the thick, passion coated tension that began to dance like a wildfire turning trees to ash before your very eyes.

Submissive Mina was always obedient. Soft, gentle, and pliable. Pathetically desperate, begging for you more often than not with a hint of brat intertwined between her pleas for more.

That version of her was the one that showed up more often than not.

Sometimes, however, she would slip into something else entirely.

Dominant Mina felt like a torturous warning.

The stark difference between the two was something hard to fathom. Stoic expressions paint a vivid, graceful picture in the way she held herself as she slipped into her domme headspace.

A single look could have you panting, a single touch and you’d whimper for it. The way her eyes zeroed in on you with precision, you could almost see the story unfolding behind them as she calculated her next move.

When she was in these moods, she was harsh and cruel in a flavor so sweet, so tempting that it didn’t matter how much she degraded you, tossed you around or edged you. It would only push you deeper into a submissive headspace.

Rolling over to close off the distance between the two of you knowing she would take the hint. You look up as your bodies bump together softly, bringing you face to face.

“No, really…What do you mean, baby?” gently biting your lip, knowing that playing dumb would push her buttons.

“You know what I mean.” there’s a grit beneath her words, almost like she was trying to hide behind her angelic tone and lure you into a trap.

Hunting.

Waiting.

Giving you the opportunity to back down…or to push her past her seemingly close breaking point.

It makes you ache…it makes you want more.

Leaning in, you start kissing her neck lightly. Mina moans at your lips on her skin before you bite down, gently at first…but between those sweet kisses and bites was permission, maybe even a silent beg for her to act on the temptation.

Biting is a weakness of hers, the harder the better. It was provocation that she couldn’t help but whimper at every time your teeth decided on a point to lay in to.

A throb that with every sound she lets out pulsates with every beat of your heart and makes its way to your clit, you hum at the feeling before clenching your thighs together subtly.

The want.

The desire.

The glare she can’t seem to hide.

“What was that?” Mina leans in, your bodies are so close you can feel her breathing.

Her now half lidded eyes and the victorious smirk say it all…

She wanted you to give in…she knew you would.

She reaches her hand down to tilt your head up to hers.

Her attempt to shield you from her urges failed in the most successful way possible as you relax your neck and let her guide your face up to her.

Hesitating to say anything, you try to bury your face in her neck but her delicate fingers hold you steady, not allowing you to escape her grip.

“Nothing.” escaping as a light whisper.

“Nothing?” Mina repeats back to you through clenched teeth as her grip tightens enough to hitch your breath.

A shiver runs through you.

Mina’s eyes flash when she feels it reverberate.

“Fuck” whimpered out, causing her smirk to grow even further.

“Oh, is that what that is?” taunting you at how easy you give yourself away.

Mina leans over just enough for her lips to brush your ear.

” You haven’t seen this side of me for some time, have you, darling?”

Suddenly, she sits up.

Mina removes her sweater, exposing the lack of shirt or bra under it. The warmth of your cheeks gradually becoming more visible as she tosses the sweater to the side.

Her eyes change again, something dark and lustful behind them shines out like a siren call, ushering you forward towards her.

The glance prompts you to sit up for her and you comply without hesitation.

“You’re so good for me already?” seductive tone eliciting another shiver from you.

“Obedient without me having to ask.” voice seductively low, leaning into lay harsh bites on your neck eliciting a guttural moan from you.

Before you can even try to taunt her further, she kisses you.

Hard.

In seconds, she’s laying on top of you as your mouths openly tangle. Pinning your arms down, her thigh slips between your legs, the pressure all too deliberate as she marks up your neck even more.

Your hips instinctively grind down on her.

Mina hummed into your skin followed by a giggle before coming face to face with you again, looking directly into your eyes…you feel your soul lurch from you,

“Oh, honey.” whispered into your mouth.

“I can feel how much you want this…” Mina’s hands dragging up your cheeks and tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“I can feel your pretty little cunt crying for me.” kissing you one last time before harshly grabbing the collar of your sweater.

“Get up!” hissed as she tugs the soft fabric, nearly bringing you to your feet with her.

Her hands lightning fast, almost too fast, as she rips your clothes from you, leaving nothing but your underwear.

Her mouth is back on you but with a very different touch. The roughness leaves you gasping.

Mina’s hand runs up the base of your neck, gently gripping your hair to keep you in place. Her expression is unchanged as she trails her lips aggressively up your neck, placing sharp bites between them, and plants an open-mouthed kiss right on your jaw.

“You are at my mercy now, baby.” breathed with another kiss following, this one more forceful than the last.

“…and I know that you’re going to do what I tell you, right? Hm?” even without looking at her face, you could feel her eyebrows raise.

She’s met with silence, the same silence she likes to break.

“…I’m waiting.” velvety smooth as she gives you another chance to respond.

Another beat of silence passes between you.

Displeasure oozes onto her face, dripping with lust and devious intentions. Dominance sharpening her glare with each passing second, your panties flood with pure want as your eyes sneak a look at her all-consuming aura.

Mina’s hand darts for your throat, giving you a squeeze…not enough to hurt but enough to remind you exactly what this was…who she was.

She is adjusting you to look directly at her again. Jaw clenching with a sneer on her face that was so subtly ferocious, it could’ve shattered any brat who crossed her.

“I need you to understand something, sweet girl.” Her thumb strokes your jaw like she’s soothing you while she’s threatening you.

“You. Belong. To. Me.”

“Oh, fuck.” slurred out from your lips as you press your thighs together to get some form of friction, wanting the ache calm a little so you don’t lose your composure anymore than you already have.

Mina’s other hand slaps your thigh—hard—forcing you open.

“…and you know you belong to me.” Another slap, even with the calmness in her voice.

“Your orgasms are mine” running her finger along your cloth covered slit, teasing you maliciously.

“…This pretty little cunt is mine.” Growled as her forehead presses against yours, forcing eye contact even further.

“You do not cum without permission, you do not touch without permission and you know I’m patient enough to make sure that you get exactly what you deserve when you act like this.” Slapping the front of your panties enough to splatter your now entirely obvious wet spot on your thighs.

“You are my toy and I will do whatever I want with you, do you understand?” another slap, this one way harder than the first, eliciting the most pathetic whimper you’ve ever made.

Mina’s eyes widening at the sound, almost breaking her for a moment, before falling back into her role.

“Make that sound again.” murmured as she remembers her control.

“But this time, make it slower…fuck, you’re so pretty for me.” as she leans her head down to roll your nipple into her mouth, putting slight pressure on your pussy.

Trembling with want, you start rutting against her finger, pushing your weight down so the fabric hits right where it needs to.

“That’s how we are going to be today?” the calmness in her voice makes your stomach drop as she bites your boob aggressively.

“Bitch” Breathed out with a whimper, signaling you very much enjoy this.

Oh no.

“That’s what you want, hm?! You want to push me like that today?!” her grip on your throat gets tighter again, her eyebrow rising with frustration and you know that means you’re in trouble.

She was going to make this excruciating.

Mina leads you to the bedroom, steering you down the hallway and through the bedroom door until the back of your thighs hit the mattress.

“Just remember…” her eyes squint before she lets go of you only to push you down on the mattress, bouncing as you land on the black comforter adorning your shared bed.

“You decided this, darling.” gathering her hair and throwing it into a messy bun quickly to get it out of the way, she slips off the sweatpants in a flash, her thong falls off with it, now completely nude.

A weak attempt to sit up proves impossible.

“No.” Mina’s palm presses your shoulder, forcing you flat on your back and forcing your knees apart.

Mina pulled your panties to the side and asks you a very simple question.

“Why do we listen? Hm?” one of her finger's hovers over your soaked pussy, waiting for you to take this second chance.

“Becau-” a slap to your cunt cuts you off midsentence along with a guttural moan , the stinging setting in with each passing breath as you clench around nothing so hard that it’s visible to her.

“Rhetorical question.” said as if she’s bored followed by another smack.

“You listen because I am, what?” patiently waiting for a very specific answer.

“Y-you’re…” Mina moves to be between your legs, resting your thighs at her waist, forcing you to keep your legs open.

“I’m…? I am what?” hand raising to show you she’s not going to let up until you give her what she wants.

“M-Mommy” murmured to her, squirming as she tightens her grip around one of your legs.

“Good girl…” domineering as she kneels down and licks your pussy with slow deliberate strokes.

You lean into her tongue before she kisses your clit one single time and places your panties over your dripping core, a cruel barrier placed back.

“Fuck, please!” breathily whispered out to her as tears well up in the corners of your eyes. The ache was consuming and there was no fighting it.

You needed her.

You needed her inside of you.

Mina crawls up your body and pins your shoulders with her knees, giving you a close, torturous view of the slick trailing down her inner thighs.

Lifting your neck and sticking your tongue out, you’re unsuccessful in tasting her. You huff out in frustration.

“Look what you do to me, baby.” running a finger over herself and offering it to you as a treat. You lick it ravenously, not wanting to waste a single drop.

“You’re so…pathetic.” giggling to herself maliciously as she brings her hand back to her clit to rub small circles around it.

“Mmmmm, you would do just about anything for me to touch you, wouldn’t you?” head tilting back to let out a breathy moan as she picked up the pace of her pleasure.

Mina’s chest tightens, breath hitching while she grinds her hips against herself viciously.

Losing your mind at the sight, you start trying to flip her, but you are powerless.

“Awh…” Mina taunts, watching you struggle.

“N-Need to taste the mess you made that badly, huh?” thrusting herself forward more, just out of reach.

“You knew it would be like this if you pushed back…shit…But you do know I like my sluts to push back…makes me so wet to see you struggling under me.” condescending snark thrown at you while in such a compromising position causes you to groan, a “complaint” volleyed to your domme.

Moving her hand away, she thrusts forward fluidly as she humps the air in front of your mouth, teasing you and taunting you with what you can’t reach.

“You look so desperate like this.” moaned as she gets off on your hopeless whimpers before lowering her cunt just enough for you to give her a long lick from entrance to clit, swallowing her wetness as your tongue glides between her slit, being sure to flatten your tongue over her bud as it passes.

Mina swears under her breath.

“Stick your tongue out and keep it out!” demand barked at you as she lowered herself further down, forcing your head back into the sheets with her thighs.

“Give me your hands.” holding hers out, shifting her knees forward to the sides of your head.

Reaching up without even thinking, you grab her hands. Mina uses them to balance herself over you before grinding down into your mouth. It’s rough and frantic, like she’s claiming something.

You don’t move, letting her use you, taking what is given happily.

“Fuck” heard through the wet sounds of your tongue meeting her.

“You’re such a good little toy for me, b-baby.” fingers tightening around yours.

Feeling yourself leaking all over the comforter, dripping down your own legs and you buck your hips in rhythm with hers while clenching around nothing.

You want her inside of you almost as much as you want to make her cum down your throat.

Shifting her weight and letting go of your hands, Mina leans back, now using your thighs as support and she continues on.

“You’re going to -oh fuck-” with a hiss as you latch onto her clit to try and distract her from the fact that you were rutting against nothing.

Before you can even think about continuing pleasuring her, she scoots back and sits on your chest, removing herself from your mouth.

Her hand reaching back and slipping your panties to the side again before rolling her fingers lightly over your clit, just for you to squirm under her. Mina sucks air through her teeth at you feeling of you trying to get more friction.

“I told you to stick your tongue out…and as much as I love when you try to take over, If you don’t hold still…I will edge you for days. Do you understand?” huffed out as she presses her fingers harder against you.

“Mommy, p-please.” the ache you feel is almost unbearable, you grind into her digits harshly, causing her to pull back as you moan out for her.

“That’s right, my perfect little slut.” bringing her hand forward so you can see how much of your slick is coating them. Beads of want gathered and dripping from her fingers.

“Beg for me…” she takes her hand and smears her own drenched pussy with your juices.

“Mmmm, so warm.” rubbing her clit right in front of your face.

There’s a pool of her own need gathering on your chest, her desire very palpable as she tortures you through her own pleasure.

“I need to taste you, Mommy…please!” eyes welling up, voice shaky.

“Keep your eyes on my fingers.” Mina orders, rubbing furiously on her pussy.

Slowing down she makes sure she has your attention, when she sits up on her knees right over your face.

Toying with her pussy gently before spreading herself open over you, letting you watch as she dips a single finger inside. Her face contorts as she attempts not to moan, you can see her dominance slipping, faltering and cracking under the desire.

The urges that were once forced to the back of your mind, brought forward only by her cruel edging stirring the feeling and stoking the fire.

Turning into a whining mess, you dig your nails into her thigh while making direct eye contact with her.

“Use your words.” pulling her now drenched fingers out of herself, looking down at you and waiting for your response.

“Fuck me.” breathed out.

Mina allows you to scoot backwards and sit up, taking a seat on your thighs. Dripping with absolute heat, you can feel her slick as it sluggishly trails to your panties that were already completely ruined.

Arms folding around your neck, she leans in and kisses you. Heavily, passionate, practically laying you down on the bed again by leaning all her weight on you.

“Stay here and don’t move a muscle…I don’t want to have to edge you any further so please listen this time or you won’t cum at all.” growled out before she crawls off your lap and reaches into the nightstand drawer, pulling out your favorite toy.

A double ended “strap” on without any straps.

Mina wastes no time, slipping the toy inside herself with a groan of pleasure before turning to you.

“Good girl…you finally listened…” tangling her fingers into the waistband of your ruined panties and practically ripping them off you, she pulls you by your thighs to the side of the bed with your soaked cunt where she needs it.

Mina rubs the toy along your slit. Up and down, painfully slow, catching your entrance every other stroke or so just to make you shiver with anticipation.

“Mina…plea- oh FUCK” right before you could beg again, she thrusts in, all at once.

“M-Mommy!” cried out, body arching as she starts pounding. Deep, rel

“That’s right baby. You take me so fucking well.”

“Look at you, flushed and -oh fuck- crying under me.” moaning into your ear while she pounds into you.

Tears trickling down your cheeks as you bring your legs up to give her better access. Bodies pressed together becoming inseparable, Mina takes a hand and tugs your hair back to sink her teeth into your neck aggressively, marking you up and leaving no room for anyone to ask who you belong to.

“Such a good…” one particularly harsh thrust has you wailing out into the empty room.

“…little…”

“…Toy…” feeling an extra spike of heat in your pussy, you realize she’s drenched the toy and the warmth is her slick now coating the part of the strap that is going inside of you.

“M-Mina, cum inside” locking your legs around her and pulling her deeper inside of you.

“Yeah? My pretty little whore wants to be bred? Hm?” picking up the pace and slamming into you with all her might and every ounce of speed she has, almost making you regret wanting it.

“Please, b-baby! I need it…I n-need you!” you sob.

Mina holds you down by your arms and watches you shatter completely.

The tension inside you explodes, you can feel your cunt clenching around her as she pistons into your cervix, as deep as you could take her. The fire in your stomach threatens to burst, being stoked over and over again until finally…she throws gasoline. Liquid permission right into the blaze.

“Take all my c-cum then, you pathetic slut.” before moaning uncontrollably into your ear and haphazardly jolting as she tries to continue on.

Your body follows her lead.

Writhing underneath her, gripping onto her so harshly she hisses at the feeling of your nails digging into her skin…she bites down on your shoulder as she rides both of you out before relaxing into your arms.

Pulling her hair out of her bun, moving it off her back, you’re both panting as you start to trace circles down her spine, kissing her cheek while both of you come back down to each other.

“So…I take it you’re ovulating then?” whispered to her gently while tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, kissing her temple as it settles.

“Uhm…” she ponders briefly.

“You know what, I think I am…” eyes shifting up as she tries to remember where she is in her cycle.

“I think that it’s obvious you are…” giggling as she shifts to hover over you again, all while the strap is still inside.

You whimper at her movements.

“Oh?! and how is that?” softly grinding into you again, pushing into your cervix.

The soaked sounds emerging from both of you as she gently and slowly starts thrusting again.

“W-well, Mmmmm fuck, you only ever…” a moan cuts you off as she speeds up a little bit.

“…get like this when you are” her hands pin you down again and she’s back to animalistic, thrashing into you chasing her pleasure within you.

“I think you just want me to fuck my cum into you, don’t you baby?”

There is no pretending you are anywhere near put together. Slurring words, attempting to hold back grunts, and the way you’re holding onto her for dear life, completely and utterly lost within her.

“That’s right, darling….Let me take what’s mine!” The guttural growl escaped her lips before she tightens her grip on your arms and bites shoulder, moaning and cumming to the rhythm of the slaps between you.

The sound of her pleasure was enough to send you over the edge again, clenching down on the strap and screaming as shockwaves pulsate through every inch of your body.

Mina collapses on top of you, curling her arms around you, panting and laying soft languid kisses across your chest.

“…y-you’re so…” you break the silence, quietly regulating your breathing.

“…hot…” smiling as you make the statement.

Sheepishly lying on your chest, Mina is beaming a smile into the darkness of the room.

“What do you mean?” Now she’s using your own trick against you, seemingly having released that dominance streak.

“Honey, we are laying in a puddle…you’re literally still inside me…are you really going to pretend like you don’t know?” now rubbing her back as she decompresses.

“I think…that’s a fair assessment.” giggling as she props herself up to meet your face with hers, kissing you gently while caressing your cheek.

“You did wonderfully, my love.” another deep kiss, laced with love and care.

“Let’s get cleaned up…and finish those lego sets!” finally pulling out of you, leaving a noticeable emptiness that makes you whine as she launches out of bed and makes her way to the bathroom.

Mina giggles at your moan, almost like she’s proud of it.

The shower flicks on and she returns, still very naked, but now you can really get a good look at her. There are bite marks all over her neck and shoulders…ones that will definitely bruise over the next day.

“Oh my god, babe…I’m so sorry.” as you stand and reach over to examine her battle scars, but she catches her hand, lacing her fingers with yours.

“I feel like I should be apologizing to you…” guiding you to the bathroom, fingers lazily laced together.

At first glance, it doesn’t look too bad…but once your eyes focus you can see that she has marked you with the same degree of marks and bruises.

Mina stands behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, and resting her chin on your shoulder. Swaying slightly with her, she leans in and kisses a few of the bruises she has access to at the moment.

“You can be sure that Nayeon is going to point them out later at Jihyo’s.” teasing her.

Already mortified, she groans at the thought, hands snapping to cover her face in embarrassment, knowing you were right.

“Don’t worry, honey.” tone with a little too much sugar.

“We can tell them you were the top this time.” smirking as you say it.

“HEY! What is that supposed to mean?!” as you break away from her and get in the shower to rinse off.

“You know what it means, babe”

Mina huffed and puffed before getting into the shower with you, dramatic in every action. Prepared, you stepped out of the waterfall and let her rinse off.

“I think I proved just now that I’m not just a bottom.” washing her face as she talks, continuing the argument.

“Yeah, absolutely… 2% of the time you’re a “big scary domme,” you say, wiggling with your words.

“Shut up!” Mina slaps your arm playfully before grabbing the shampoo

“Well you called me Mommy soooo…seems like you’re the bottom…at least for today.”

Standing there with your mouth ajar, you glare into her.

“Fine. I can accept that…for today.” winking at her before getting out of the shower.

Drying off and getting dressed in some sweatpants and a loose-fitting long-sleeved shirt, you go back out to the living room and lay on the couch.

The snow is still falling, and you have a few hours before Jihyo’s party.

Mina waddles out to find you, wearing your sweatpants and your long-sleeved shirt, rubbing her eyes sleepily before finding her way into your arms.

Head on your chest, you can feel her relaxing into you as her breathing gets deeper and more rhythmic. Falling asleep together as the soft music continues to play, cozy as ever.

Luckily for both Seungdae and Jieun, that Sunday was free of early plans. Their love-making session extended almost until 4 am until their exhausted bodies melted into each other and fell asleep in their embrace. After some well-deserved hours of sleep, he woke up feeling the warmth emanating from Jieun's body. The thick curtains blocked any harsh sunlight from entering the room, creating the perfect space to separate themselves from the world outside those walls.

He remained there for a while, contemplating her bare face as he had done plenty of times before, but this time, that little part of his brain that always kept the possibility of her choosing Jongsuk over him was nowhere to be found.

A bit later, Jieun slowly woke up, rubbing her face on his skin and taking deep breaths to inhale his scent. He pretended to be asleep while she delicately moved over him to see his face. Her arms slowly moved around him until her small fingers reached for his face. Just like him, she contemplated his face. She outlined his features without touching him, at least until her index finger traced the lines his eyebrows made every time he worried. She sighed at the thought of how many times she had caused that over the years.

"You really want to relive Thailand, don't you?" He teased her with a raspy voice, forming a smile while she jumped over him, startled by the scare.

"How long have you been awake?" She panted, trying to control herself.

"No idea," he chuckled. "Not much." He pulled her towards him for a kiss to start their day.

They spent some time by themselves, not caring about anything else, until they got hungry. Jieun brought up her idea about Tzuyu. They agreed on what they would do, who they would ask for help, and when certain parts of the plan would take place. As much as they wanted to rush it, the pressing reality of everyone's packed schedules, except for Seungdae's, limited their options.

Similarly, they thought it was best to ask Jongsuk to go with them as soon as he could so they could give him some good news. Confused, he agreed and got to Jieun's apartment at night.

"We're not pregnant yet, are we?" He joked with a wide smile as soon as he got in. He welcomed the news by hugging them tightly and softly punching Seungdae's shoulder, telling him he could have waited another month just for him to be right.

Late at night, while the three of them were chatting on the same couch in the living room after having dinner. Jieun was lying over her new boyfriend, resting her feet on the actor's lap. Then, Seungdae's phone began ringing.

"You can answer, we'll stay quiet," Jongsuk laughed for a moment before seeing their smiles vanish. "What is it?"

"I'm not picking up," Seungdae sighed, muting it, but not rejecting it. His eyes remained on the phone screen.

"Mina?" The actor mouthed at Jieun, and she nodded, pursing her lips. "Didn't you say you understand why she did it?"

"I understand what pushed her. Doesn't mean I think it's okay. That doesn't mean I'm okay with being used to hurt someone else intentionally. Seriously, if you had seen Chaeyoung's face, you wouldn't want to talk with her either."

"You'll have to do that eventually," Jieun remarked, staring up at him and raising her arm to play with his hair. "Have Tzuyu or Jihyo said anything?"

"Not at all. Tzu spent her day with Dahyun. I have no idea what Jihyo's been up to."

"For the way you've talked about Jihyo, it's only a matter of time before she finds out. Especially with their comeback around the corner," Jongsuk stated, pursing his lips and raising his eyebrows.

"I'll pick up before their comeback, alright? Today has been too good a day to ruin it with this."

"Promise me you'll answer her," Jieun tugged his hair softly, just enough for him to look at her. She had widened her eyes as she does when she wants to be intimidating. "A comeback by itself is stressful enough. They have a tour and a ton of other stuff to make this number of hers bigger than they can afford it to be."

Seungdae sighed, shaking his head while Jongsuk held his laugh. "Yes, my queen," he smirked, kissing her forehead.

"Does this mean she has even more power over you, now, oh, Great One?" The actor joked to lighten the mood, understanding his friend wanted to move on from the subject.

"Oh, he knows as well as you that my word is final," she replied in a cocky tone, pulling Seungdae for a kiss.

"I think the new queen is asking to be overthrown," Jongsuk leaned forward, taking her by the waist, breaking their kiss.

"You know I can with both kings!" Jieun teased him, wrapping her legs around him, resting her arms over her lifelong partner.

"Coup d'état?" Seungdae grinned, looking at his friend, holding their girlfriend by her wrists. They smirked.

"It's a coup," Jongsuk agreed, holding her jaw to kiss her.

Monday morning forced the throuple to depart before the sun was up. Both actors were booked, and Seungdae had to get back home to work as usual. He got there earlier than expected, giving him a chance to reply to Tzuyu's morning messages and ignore another call from Mina. 'Not ready yet,' he thought, imagining the hundreds of possibilities of how that could go.

The day went pretty much as expected, minus a new bug caused by the latest update his team had launched. After spending most of his day talking with his team to figure out the best way to fix it and start working on it, his working day was over, and he threw himself on his couch.

The phone rang. Mina. Muted. If not for the endless meetings at work, he felt he would have answered her then.

Before he could close his eyes again, he received yet another call. An unregistered number. He sighed.

"Chaeyoung?"

"Thank you for picking up," she replied.

"Mina's with you, right?"

"Yes…" Chaeyoung admitted

"Hi," Mina said shyly.

He sighed audibly. "What is it?"

"Why haven't you picked up her calls?"

He could hear Mina trying to stop her and give up after she asked. "I didn't feel like it. I thought of answering after work, but I'm mentally drained."

"Sorry," Mina whispered in a regretful tone.

"We'll make it quick then. Can you meet us this Wednesday?" Chaeyoung requested.

"I don't think seeing each other would be the best idea right now. I was thinking maybe talking with you, with Mina, on the phone."

"Come on! If you don't want us to meet for her, do it for me!"

He sighed again. "Chae…"

"Please! Please! Please!"

"You'll keep insisting until I agree, right?"

"You bet!"

"I'm not going to regret this, am I?"

"You won't!" Mina voiced in a hurried tone. "I promise."

"Wednesday, then?"

Reluctantly, Seungdae agreed to meet them at Mina's apartment an hour after their practice. Jieun was relieved they would meet before their comeback and asked him to go there with a clear mind. After all, 'if Chaeyoung seemed alright around Mina, things must be better between them already,' she told him.

Time moved fast, and he was already driving to her apartment again. He took a deep breath and rang the bell. A couple of seconds later, Chaeyoung opened the door.

"Come on in!" She smiled brightly. She was wearing an oversized but light zipper hoodie that covered her torso and part of her legs, revealing the edges of her leg garters. His eyes scanned her bare legs until he found her toes, moving as she waited.

"Excuse me," he whispered, stepping into the place.

"Hi," Mina murmured shyly. Her hair was longer. She had kept the extensions from the day before, but they were all tied up, letting only a few strands of hair fall on her back. She was wearing a tight black top with spaghetti straps that rested just above her navel. The way it sat over her breasts made it clear she had nothing underneath. Below, she only had a part of matching dolphin shorts, probably a size too small for her, considering how they hugged her flesh and how the outer sides went up. She could not look him in the eye, keeping her hands below her back and rubbing her thighs together. 'Guilt,' he thought.

"Hi again," he replied, taking off his shoes before letting them guide him to the living room. Same organized setting as before, where most of the color came from Mina's never-ending collection of assembled Legos.

Chaeyoung invited him to sit on the armchair while they sat on the couch next to it. Mina sat in the middle of them. Whatever point they wanted to make, having their legs in full display like that was already working, and Seungdae hated himself for that.

"So…" He voiced, waiting for them to talk.

"Do you want me to do it for you?" Chaeyoung offered Mina, murmuring as she held her hand.

She shook her head. "I should do it. We agreed on this." The Japanese girl took a deep breath with her eyes closed and exhaled before turning to see Seungdae's eyes. "We wanted to thank you for dealing with us the other day… With me," she corrected herself, pursing her lips. Her fingers tightened around her partner's hand. "I know what I did was wrong for both of you."

Mina appeared collected, even though she was vulnerable. Her eyes showed the distress the situation caused her. Then, she leaned forward towards him.

"Seungdae, I'm sorry for using you like that. It is shameful enough to have any random server see that side of me, but with you and how close you've become to Tzuyu… You have no idea how regretful I feel."

He sighed deeply. "Have you apologized to her already?"

Mina's face filled with sorrow while Chaeyoung nodded, pursing her lips. "That night, after you left." She had to close her eyes to keep talking. "I broke down after you shut the door. I apologized right there a hundred times." She sank on the couch. He gazed at Chaeyoung, waiting for her to say something.

"We've been going to couples therapy for quite some time. Even before Haesol was in the picture," the short woman explained, patting Mina's back.

"Haesol?" He wondered.

"Zion.T," Chaeyoung scoffed with a smile. "Having a relationship within the group was hard enough. That's why we started going. Of course, when he appeared, and things started happening between him and me, that became a consistent topic considering her anxiety and well…"

"Adding the pressure of the albums, the tour, and everything, seeing each other was not easy," Mina chuckled, defeated. "We're supposed to be our safe place, but we're also a walking reminder of our work."

"I get the idea," Seungdae nodded.

"With less time for us, we stopped going to therapy for the last couple of months," Mina acknowledged. "When someone posted their pictures in Jeju, my mind clouded and… I messed it all up," she admitted, hugging her legs.

"Believe me, after what happened with you," Chaeyoung began explaining, "we had an emergency meeting on Sunday with our therapist. She recommended we talk to you to have this conversation."

"How can you be so calm after what she did?" He pondered the slim woman, impressed by the serenity in her face.

"I love her," she replied in an instant, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I know she truly regrets what she did to both of us. I'm not going to let something like this blow up my relationship with her. Not after it took us years to even call it that. Not after all the effort we've put in this."

He could see the confidence she had in her big eyes. Mina smiled warmly at her words, letting her weight rest on her partner. He understood. He would do the same for Jieun, even if he would not admit it right away.

"You are lucky I know your fucked up world as much as I do," he scoffed with a smirk, resting his back on the armchair. "I trust you won't do any other number to hurt her like this again," he voiced, staring at Mina.

"Never again," she replied, shaking her head. Her expression showed her remorse.

"Apology accepted, I guess," he expressed. "Who else knows about this?"

"Just Haesol and Jihyo unnie," Chaeyoung replied.

"You owe that woman something. She should not have to deal with this," he smirked, shaking his head. "Let me be the one to tell Tzuyu. I feel better talking about this with her now that it's… 'Solved,' I suppose." Both women nodded. A smile was slowly returning to Mina's face. "Now, I'm afraid to ask, but what's with the eye-catching outfits?"

"You can think of it as an extension of the apology," Mina explained with a gentle smile. "You'll get full-day pay from both of us for Sunday and today." His eyes narrowed at her words, but he knew there was more. "I also promised you I'd let you try to break my ass the next time we see each other," she added with a coy voice, closing her eyes.

Chaeyoung smiled more than him, but she leaned forward to add more. "Also, even though I've already had a couple of sponsor events and a few other personal gigs," she stood up, making Mina laugh softly as she walked towards him. "Everyone who's already gone through a solo or sub-unit debut recommended that I ask you for a rough time with you," she stated, getting her knees at the sides of his legs, allowing for her leg garters to show the little chains going up her inner thighs.

"I'm not saying no to the offers," Seungdae clarified, letting his right hand rest on the back of Chaeyoung's slim leg and keeping his left hand in the air. "But why would you need me to be 'rough' with you?"

"I'm releasing my own album this year," she smiled widely while Mina contemplated her with pride and desire. He focused on her one dimple forming in her right cheek. "And for some reason, the members and the company think the investors will have little to no mercy with me," She pouted, unzipping her hoodie. As the fabric spread, he saw a chain going down her neck, guiding his eyes to the center of her chest, where more light chains connected. Some went down her flat stomach, but the ones spreading to the sides attached to the rings went through her hard nipples. Some of the chains that went down curved with her body, hiding behind the hoodie, but the remaining chains went down her barely existing bush, hooked to another ring that went through the hood of her clit. "I have no clue why they would think that," she giggled.

He was captivated. His eyes tried to focus on her fleshy lips as she held his hand and slowly sucked his thumb, but also on her adorned body. Due to the angle and her hoodie, he could not see her full attire, but the scene alone was enough to get him hard.

"There's another request," Mina chuckled, walking behind him to see her girlfriend. "We would like to record the whole session with you."

"Fuck… Yes, sure! Can I have a copy?"

Chaeyoung laughed, stepping back, enjoying the hypnotized state she had him in. "As long as Haesol can have one, too," she chuckled, flirtily closing her hoodie without using the zipper, and pressing her tits together.

He giggled. "Explain, please… Whoa!" He exclaimed when Mina let herself slide down on his lap from the armrest, resting her back on his left arm. "I'm still not one-hundred percent happy with you, you know?"

"Just wait until I take you to my room," she winked, curling his hand around her bare thigh before turning her head to see her partner.

"Have you seen my tattoos?" Chaeyoung smirked proudly.

"I was already thinking of exploring them later," he admitted.

"Well, my artist is the one who also helped me with most of my piercings," she explained, flirtily uncovering one of her tits. "And let's just say he also likes to play with ropes, candles, and a few other gadgets," she added, playing with the ring attached to her nipple.

"You should see her getting her ass whipped while he has her in the air," Mina murmured in his ear, feeling his cock throb at the thought of the scene.

Chaeyoung walked back to them and knelt, resting her head on Mina's lap. "Mina has seen that in person quite a few times, but Haesol's schedules never line up, so we record the session and play it when we're alone."

"And he wants to see me fuck you senseless to get himself ready for the real deal," he guessed, understanding the feeling a bit too well. Both women nodded and hummed in affirmation. "Fine, but considering what happened earlier, I'd like to hear it from him."

Without waiting, she called Zion.T. It was all true. He mentioned it would work as practice for the three of them, that the investor would go wild with her as soon as they see her piercings, and he explicitly asked him to go hard on her, that she liked it that way, but it's always been with friends and people who care about her. 'If she can't handle you, she won't stand a chance to handle the investors,' he stated.

He and Chaeyoung said their goodbyes with an 'I love you,' making Mina roll her eyes, although she quickly shook her head. Seungdae stared at her in disapproval.

"I'm trying, I swear," she pouted.

"Keep trying," he replied, softly slapping her thigh before getting up from the armchair, carrying Mina in his arms. "To your room?"

She nodded, and Chaeyoung walked quickly to open the door. As soon as the short woman entered the room, she threw away her hoodie and jumped onto the bed.

"Fuck!" Seungdae exclaimed.

"I know, right?" Mina chuckled proudly. Chaeyoung was already resting on the pillows, completely naked except for the set of chains and her leg garters.

He could see it all now. The chains attached to the garters were hooked to the ring piercings she had in her stretched, inner lips. The chains forced her cunt to remain open as she spread her legs. On top of that, it seemed that the chains that curved around her body, behind her ass, also connected to her labia rings. "H-How? Why?"

"In case you have not noticed yet, she likes pain," Mina whispered.

"You could say I got hooked after getting my nips done," Chaeyoung explained, using her index fingers to move the rings on them. "The company warned me not to get any piercings in any visible place, and it's not like the fans will ever see my pussy," she giggled, gently pulling the chains connected to her vertical clit hood piercing.

"You can get me down," Mina murmured, moving a bit on his arms. He did, gently lowering her on the mattress. "Your only instruction today is to go hard on her," she smirked.

"Any safe word?" He inquired, almost convinced.

"Guitar would do," Chaeyoung voiced, pulling her chains and running her fingers through them as if they were strings.

"We trust you to stop if she can't handle it. Oh! And we've got shows soon, so don't shove it down my throat, I can't take it. Other than that, you are the boss today," she concluded with her characteristic sweet tone. "The cameras are already on."

He scanned the place. A camera in each upper corner of the room. "Were those here last time?"

"I guess you were too busy looking somewhere else," Mina smirked proudly before crawling towards her partner, purposefully waving her meaty buttocks as these made the fabric of her shorts disappear.

Seungdae's eyes were fixed on her ass, thighs, and feet until she reached her partner, who welcomed her with a warm giggle and a tender kiss on the lips, contrasting greatly with the set of chains hooked to her piercings in her nipples and cunt.

"Chae," he called her, making both women turn to see him, both wearing a confident smirk. "Strip her," he ordered.

They eyed each other and continued making out. Not in a rush, but enjoying every little touch of their lips and tongues. Chaeyoung's hands calmly touched Mina's exposed midriff, causing them to giggle in complicity as her hands slid down to the hem of her shorts so she could slowly uncover her lover's behind for him.

Just as their last time together, Mina's ass looked incredibly tempting and delicious. The fabric uncovered her slit, showing a thread of her nectar stretching as it went down her legs. With little movements of her legs, she got rid of it. More playfully, the couple sat to take off the last piece of clothing they were wearing. Before he could even process the way the chains made her nipples move, the skinny girl had already taken Mina's clothes completely off.

They kept making out, running their hands through each other's bodies in a way that felt like genuine desire for one another. 'Rightfully so,' he thought, noticing the way they moved gave him a clear view of where their hands were.

"Okay. Remove my clothes now," he commanded. They followed along, crawling towards him. Mina's ass moved at every step, matching the tingling chains coming from Chaeyoung until they knelt on the edge of the mattress.

"I go down," the younger woman declared, making him and her lover chuckle.

While Mina's flirty eyes hypnotized Seungdae, Chaeyoung quickly unbuckled his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear. His cock almost hit her face as it sprang upwards. Not waiting for their approval, she focused on the drop of precum that was forming on his slit and licked it before opening her mouth to softly suck his glans, pumping more blood to his dick.

"Did I say you could suck it?" He joked, already naked from the knees up.

"Let us have this," Mina voiced, running her finger through his chin. "We planned a little something for you. Come on up," she smirked confidently as she tapped Chaeyoung. Both knelt at each side of the bed, signaling him to lie in the middle.

"Convincing," he murmured, kicking his pants from his ankles and getting in place. Without saying a word, Mina lay on her side, resting her arm on his right thigh. She held his manhood with her elegant fingers and opened her lips. She struggled to get his girth into her mouth, but when she did, her little tongue began swirling around his slit and frenulum. Her pose accentuated her waist, hips, and thighs, but before he got even more lost in her, Chaeyoung's cold left foot turned his head to her.

"May I?" She smirked cutely, wiggling her toes near his face.

"You'll get back to my cock later, right?" He smirked, holding her small foot.

"I'm serving you today. Not the other way around," she reminded him, making him smile and take her toes into his mouth. He quickly pulled her small frame to try to reach her cunt. While his tongue navigated through her digits, he played with the chains of her garters, pulling her inner pussy lips.

After feeling her toes were slippery in his saliva, Chaeyoung offered him her other foot and spread her legs for him, allowing him a clear view of her pierced core. "You can ask," she voiced, making Mina giggle while she kissed his length.

"How long ago?"

"Nipples in 2020. One, two months after the other," her eyes looked up, sticking her tongue out and wiggling her toes in his mouth while she remembered and chuckled at certain memories. "Clit hood in…"

"Hare Hare," Mina murmured, using her hands to spread her spit before mirroring Chaeyoung's pose.

"Yeah, I got it done after Hare Hare," she smiled, pulling her clit ring tightly with her chains, smiling as she felt the stimulation. "Then I pierced Tzuyu and Momo…"

"You did that?" Seungdae interrupted her, making them laugh.

"They didn't tell you?" Chaeyoung scoffed, turning to see Mina, who was equally surprised.

"She just told me about the bet with Momo."

"Well, I got the materials in a whimp to get these done myself," she explained, holding her labia rings. "Things escalated that night, so I made these on my own after we returned to Korea," she smiled proudly, lying down to reach his shaft and stick it into her mouth.

Mina elegantly stretched her left leg and foot towards his open mouth. The man was frozen except for his tongue. "Don't worry," she smiled at him, making his head turn to see her. "You'll have all of this to rewatch later." Her eyes pointed at the different cameras in the room.

While she changed the foot in his mouth, he felt a thick thread of drool slide through his length until it reached his sack. Before it dropped to the sheets beneath them, Chaeyoung caught it and sucked his balls for a bit, ending with a long lick from his testicles all the way to the slit of his dick. "He's ready," she smiled widely.

"Excuse me," Mina winked at him and went with her partner. Each of them sat on each side of his legs. Every movement from them felt calculated, even rehearsed. Chaeyoung's toes moved up and down his glans, rubbing her thick drool like crazy while Mina helped spread it more throughout his girth, unafraid of using her soles.

Soon, they were mirroring each other, using one foot to stroke his length, curling their toes around it to show their nude pedicure, and putting enough pressure to give him a proper, pleasurable footjob. Their other foot showed their flexibility. Each used their index and big toes to try to get his tip through them.

Seungdae skimmed up to see the cameras on the corners behind him. It felt too good to keep his eyes open, but knowing it was all being captured, he relaxed and sank onto the bed, making them giggle.

"That good, huh?" Chaeyoung chuckled proudly.

"Fuck yeah," he admitted. "Is this also on you, Mina?"

"You're welcome!" She smiled warmly at him, even though his eyes were already closed.

They were kind. Their double footjob was only to give him pleasure, but not to make him cum. He noticed quickly when their work on his glans made him clench his dick, and they moved their toes to his balls. Halfway through that, he peeped down at them, smiling at each other. Mina silently gave Chaeyoung feedback on how to move her feet and toes, praising her for being a quick learner, which made her blush. They noticed him, gazing at them with captivated eyes, turning the young woman even redder.

"What?" Mina smiled, containing her embarrassment.

"Nothing, nothing," he replied. Mina's pursed lips and flushed cheeks demanded an explanation. "It's just that you two look at each other with a lot of love and desire. You are adorable together." The women admired each other's eyes for half a second, unable to keep a straight face. "Plus, you both, getting all shy for me seeing you all lovey-dovey, contrasts a lot with the fact you're playing with my cock and you," he pointed at Chaeyoung, "are all adorned to be a cute, nasty, little fuck doll."

"Don't you like it?" She pouted, fighting through her shame to speak.

"I love it. I'll play with it later," he smirked, making her excited.

"So what will you do now?" Mina challenged him, raising an eyebrow.

"You. All fours. Now," He ordered, sitting on the bed. The lovers grinned at each other, and in a heartbeat, Mina was already resting on her elbows and knees. Chaeyoung had crawled towards him and guided him so he could take his place behind her partner, standing on his knees with her at his left, holding his penis. She shook her head, biting her lips as she pressed her slim fingers around his girth.

"You've gotten all these done, and you're afraid of my cock?" Seungdae teased her, tugging the point where her chains connected, pulling her nipples and her clit at the same time.

Chaeyoung whimepered and chuckled, leering up at him. "I'm just waiting to see you stretch her," she explained, stroking him over Mina's buttocks and caressing her own belly, as if measuring it.

"Happy to do it," he joined Chaeyoung's hand at the base of his manhood, getting fully ready and rubbing his tip on her cunt. Mina turned quickly to stop him, reaching for his dick, and guiding it up to her asscheek.

"You won't be shoving that in my pussy today, Mr. Hwang," she declared, winking at him and blowing a kiss to her lover.

Chaeyoung reached for his other hand so he could touch Mina's dry puckerhole. It felt tight and hard. Its pink wrinkles only made it appear more tempting to break. The short girl spat on her hand and spread her saliva over his glans and cock. "You're still a bit mad at her, aren't you?" She whispered, letting her warm skin and cold chains rub on his torso.

"Yes," he admitted, thinking not only of how she used him to hurt Chaeyoung, but also of how he was cornered by Yeji and Ryujin ten days before.

"Let it all out with us," the skinny woman continued as Mina shook her ass and arched her back, letting her face rest on the bed. "She still feels like she needs some punishment… And you look like you need to release some anger," she suggested, releasing his dick and sliding her small hands through his chest and back as she stood up. "Shove it all in and fuck her hard from the start," Chaeyoung whispered in his ear before she walked to Mina and knelt over her, knees on each side of her waist, hands spreading her beloved's ass wide for him.

Her words worked on Seungdae, but even if Mina herself had spoken of how she liked to use her ass, her hole was shut, seemingly unused. With the major lie of that day, all of that could have also been a lie.

A loud couple of spanks cut his train of thought. Chaeyoung's hand was already imprinted on her lover's behind while she kept her buttcheeks spread. "She can take it," she mouthed with a devilish smile on her face.

He sighed, and in a second, he lined up his cock and rammed her ass, shoving it all of his length into her guts in a single move, pounding her hard and fast in an instant.

Mina grunted and slapped the bed, gripping the sheets in her fist. "Yes!" She yelled a second later while Chaeyoung laughed, keeping her eyes on her partner's rim as it hugged his manhood every time he went in and out of her, flooding the room with the clapping of their flesh.

As soon as his tip had made it past her tight butthole, her body had welcomed him in full. The tightness of her rim vanished for a couple of seconds before he felt Mina clenching around his length and moving her own hips to get more of him, letting her troubled moans and whimpers out, louder and louder.

Giggling, Chaeyoung smacked her partner's buttocks hard and repeatedly before gripping them near her rim and digging her nails, scratching them as Mina moaned her name without either of them stopping. When she looked up, she met Seungdae's grin. "I also deserved to punish her a bit," she pouted, slapping her lover's ass one more time before pulling him down for a kiss.

Her plump lips felt incredible, and her tongue had no patience to wait. He reciprocated, holding Mina's hip with his left hand and spanking her with the other while he kept fucking her hard. Chaeyoung's hands kept his head steady so she could make out with him, swirling her tongue with his, at times sucking it, biting his lips just like he bit hers. He felt her hunger and lust fill him with every desperate breath.

"Deceive me," she murmured, almost moaning in his lips.

"What?" He asked without breaking their kiss.

"Later. When you're fucking me so hard my legs are trembling," she purred, biting his lower lip, "surprise me. Break me however you want." Every word let out her breath into his mouth, convincing him of her needy request.

"Why wait until then?" Seungdae smirked, feeling Mina's butthole grip on his dick.

"Because now I want you to lick me," she demanded, almost growling in his lips.

"Get off your pretty girlfriend, then," he replied, biting her upper lip. She obeyed, releasing his face to see him ramming Mina's asshole.

He went harder for a bit, leaning forward. "You heard her, right?" He grunted in Mina's ear. She giggled and hummed sweetly, confirming it. "I want you to keep moving this juicy ass until I've filled your guts, understood?" He ordered, spanking and grabbing her ass tightly.

She yelped excitedly at the stinging sensation of his hand, but grinned at his command.

"Understood?" He asked again, landing another smack on her rear. Harder, louder.

"Yes!" She panted fiercely.

He turned to see Chaeyoung. She was biting her lower lip, not trying to hide her smile, but trying to control her own desires. Seungdae signaled her to move a little further back. His hands moved down Mina's stomach, crossing them to grab her modest tits and then pinch her nipples as he hugged her. Then, she grunted.

He quickly threw himself back until they were both sitting on the bed. She was quick to sway her hips over him, using her weight to ensure all of his length was as deeply buried inside of her as she could. "Until I fill your guts, remember?"

Mina chucked. She stretched her arms and twisted her torso to meet his face while her ass kept moving. "I can make that happen now or until you can't hold it anymore," she offered with a confident, elegant smile. "Which one do you want?"

He felt her insides clench through his manhood, similarly to what Jihyo did with her pussy. She was not joking. He ran his hand through her scalp, holding it tightly. "Think of what your little girlfriend would prefer," he whispered, pulling her for a kiss that she welcomed, grinding on his dick for a few seconds before he broke the kiss and lay down on the bed.

Before he could react, Mina spun over him. The way her insides fell as they turned around his shaft was otherworldly. She smirked at him, letting her smile convey how good it felt. She didn't wait and began rocking her ass up and down as she accommodated her legs on his sides and straddled him in a more comfortable position.

When he glanced up, Chaeyoung was already spreading her legs over his face. She waved at him and slowly went down. Seungdae had the perfect chance to see her holes. The lower she got, the more her inner pussy lips spread by the garter chains. Her skin had a darker tone than Mina's overall, and the pink of her folds was just as delicious as hers. Her little butthole was also a darker shade than Mina's, looking as tight as hers did.

Her moisture drove him to reach for her pussy as soon as it was within reach, flattening his tongue to gather the nectar straight from her spread lips. Her flavor was a bit stronger than Mina's, but the way it hit his brain made him go wilder. His hands latched onto her waist, keeping her in place so he could taste her at his own pace.

The couple linked eyes. Both, loving what they saw. Both, having their own fun. Both, desiring their lover's lips. They leaned forward with a complicit, shy smirk, gently placing a hand on Seungdae's chest and abdomen and pulling their partner until their lips met.

Chaeyoung whimpered as soon as her inclination forced her clit into the man's mouth. She reached for the piercings of her inner lips and unhooked them from the leg garter's chains, as well as the chains hugging her torso. His reaction was instantaneous. He grabbed another pillow to level his head and have full access to her cunt.

It had been ages since someone new had played with her pussy rings like that. He sucked them into his mouth and used his tongue to spread them and pulled them together, over and over again. Mina had to hold her face just to keep her still while she moaned and giggled at the never-ending series of movements.

"Tell me when you want him to stop," Mina purred in her partner's lips.

"Let him," Chaeyoung moaned, rolling her eyes when his tongue went back to her clitoris. "The investors won't stop," she chuckled.

With that, the three of them worked like a well-oiled machine for a couple of minutes. Mina kept bouncing and grinding over his manhood, enjoying the calculated poking of her womb, and leaving a thread of her nectar to fall over his pubes. Chaeyoung had tugged his hair to keep his mouth attached to her cunt as she let her beloved bite her lips and pull her nipples with the chains.

Seungdae felt close to cloud nine. The pussy in his mouth was just as addictive as Mina's, but the added metal pieces made it so his curiosity also entered the game. As much as he wanted, his tongue could not stay in one place and kept finding more ways to play with her folds and her rings, not ignoring her clit or her hole. Feeling their hands over him, as well as their moans and lips smacking, was more erotic than he imagined. Mina's asshole, as he expected, was his eventual doom.

Even though he felt his cock reaching as deep as his length could from the moment he shoved himself into her, it felt more like she engulfed him, suctioning him at every moment. Her rectum hugged his shaft firmly both on the way in and out of her guts. He could also feel the moment when his tip hit her womb through her inner walls. The memory of her, flirting with the idea of his seed making its way into her womb and knocking her up, pushed his mind into his first orgasm of the day.

Mina felt him twitch through her trained rim. "Chaeyoungie," she purred. Her lover knew what to do. They gently broke their kiss. The slim woman sat on Seungdae's face, grinding her cunt over his mouth, enjoying his tongue swirling as deep into her soaked pussy as it could, drinking her juices and letting them spread through his face.

At the same time, he felt Mina's asshole contracting to the point it felt tighter than any new butthole he had ever had the luck of being the first one to penetrate. Despite his best attempt to prolong that feeling, he exploded into her guts, filling her insides with his semen as deep as he could.

She didn't stop twerking on his manhood until his grunting went from hunger for her partner's pierced cunt, to the heavy breathing that accompanied the post-climax torture. Even with that, she kept going until the man's hips began to shake.

He forced himself to endure the immense pleasure to enjoy the wonders of her anal skills. "Enough!" He growled, carrying Chaeyoung in his hands, less than two centimeters over his face before lowering back to his mouth.

"Fuck!" The younger woman exclaimed with a smile, feeling his tongue invade her again.

Mina chuckled elegantly. She contracted her sphincters and stood up very slowly until her rimhole almost pinched the tip of his dick on the way out. She leaned to kiss her partner, and with a complicit look, Chaeyoung stood up from his face.

Seungdae could not hide his smile. Panting, he saw Mina kneel until her lips touched his. Her tongue running through his skin made it clear that her main purpose was to taste the nectar of her lover, but he did not mind. Her soft lips and playful tongue were something he knew could not reject, even if he wanted to.

"Keep your eyes open," she murmured amidst their kiss. "You won't want to miss this," she scoffed with a devilish smile. "Chaeyoungie," she winked at her, turning and getting on all fours to show her round ass to them. Seungdae sat, admiring the scene, and she lowered her head to the mattress, glaring at him.

On cue, Chaeyoung sat and stuck her mouth on her girlfriend's butthole, leaving enough space for him to see Mina spreading her buttocks. She pushed a fraction of his load out of her pucker hole directly onto Chaeyoung's mouth, who welcomed it with grace on her tongue. She turned to see him. Mouth open with a naughty smile, tongue playing with his semen. She let it spread through her plump lips before swallowing it all in a purposefully loud gulp, then she blew a kiss at him at the same time she tried to wink. The fact that she blinked made her look absurdly adorable.

She knew her effect on him. With a giggle that marked the dimple on her cheek, she turned back at Mina's behind and ate it as if her life depended on it. She kissed it with the same passion and hunger she kissed her lips. Similar to their previous kiss, Mina welcomed her. Her pink hole spread as Chaeyoung licked the circumference of her rim. Every full circle, her asshole gaped larger and larger until her beloved could easily lick the inner walls of her rectum.

If that wasn't enough for him to regain his full, throbbing erection, Chaeyoung's fingers moved through her partner's cunt, gathering the excess of nectar she had been producing until then. The thick coat she got on her fingers without even shoving them inside her lover made him realize neither of them had touched her pussy on purpose until that moment. He eyed Mina's face. She was loving it, but as soon as she saw his eyes on her, she pointed at her ass for him to focus on the show.

Chaeyoung was spreading her fingers. The slick threads of juices refused to break as she moved her digits. "I bet you'd love to taste her pussy again," she teased him, biting her lips and contemplating his manhood, then his eyes. She got her four fingers into her mouth. First, just the tip to enjoy the sweet taste of her girlfriend's cunt. Then, she threw her head back and shoved most of her hand into her mouth, fingers reaching past her uvula. She made sure to take every bit of Mina's juices down her throat.

She was careful when she took her hand out of her mouth, making most of her spit fall on Mina's ass. When she faced him again, her eyes were teary, but her smile was bright. She let her drool fall over the back of her hand, and with a wicked smile, she forced her small hand into Mina's rectum.

Seungdae was astonished. Not only did Mina barely react to the sudden spread of her asshole, but her rim seemed to have some wiggle room around Chaeyoung's wrist. The way her forearm moved indicated she was moving her little hand in circles inside her partner's guts.

Through the process, Mina's eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her pussy dripped more of her juices, which were quickly collected by her lover's tongue. The whole show lasted almost a minute, but it sure felt longer for everyone in the room.

Chaeyoung pulled her almost closed fist out of Mina's butthole, with her fingers looking up. The moan coming out of her girlfriend was almost a grunt that begged for more, but it quickly turned into a relaxed sigh. The younger woman, however, was not done.

She turned to Seungdae, keeping her eyes fixed on her hand as this rose a bit. She closed her fist above her mouth to catch the mixture of fluids from the three of them. This time, she took her time, sucking her fingers and cleaning her hand with her tongue, collecting the visible threads of cum around her hand until there was nothing left.

"So?" Chaeyoung raised her eyebrows with a wide smile. "Did you like it?" She asked, slowly licking between her fingers.

Mina giggled, noticing he focused on her partner's hand, frozen, speechless. "He may need a minute," she whispered, already at his left.

It was like he remembered he needed to breathe. "How the fuck?" He exclaimed, gasping.

"I just crawled here," she replied with an elegant smile, placing a hand on his shoulder and another at the base of his rock-hard cock.

"I meant your ass," he clarified, making them chuckle.

"Remember when I told you I've always liked doing butt stuff?" She whispered, and he nodded, keeping his eyes on Chaeyoung's while they smirked, as if trying to see who would make their first move. "When I took my hiatus, I had a lot of time on my hands, and I needed a little dopamine to get through the day." Mina's fingers elegantly walked through his length while Chaeyoung calmly ran her digits through her folds before tasting herself repeatedly.

"One thing led to the other, and when I noticed, I was ordering bigger and larger toys to shove up my ass," she explained. Seungdae turned to see her innocent smile, understanding then that his dick could never harm her ass, no matter how hard he fucked her. "By the time Chae and I got together, this chest drawer was already full," she added, guiding him to the locked drawer, gently holding him by his cock until they got off the bed.

Chaeyoung was already there, trying to find the key behind one of the lamps nearby. Judging by the effort she put into opening one of the locked drawers, the contents were heavy. "Jihyo unnie and Jeongyeon unnie have used a few of these," she giggled, half looking through the collection of colorful dildos, half thirsting over Seungdae’s dick.

He glanced at the colorful variety of silicone toys of different sizes and shapes, most of them larger or thicker than his own dick. He examined the camera. 'The perfect angle to capture her sucking my cock,' he thought. Then he smiled at Chaeyoung as she rubbed her thighs together. "Why don't you clean it before I fuck you?" He scoffed, clenching his groin to make his manhood jump.

"See me as yours," she mouthed before biting her lips and trying to wink. "Remember what Haesol said," she remarked out loud, chuckling as she knelt with a devilish smile.

"Her throat might be the only place she can take you with ease," Mina whispered, tiptoing to get close to his ear. Chaeyoung remained still, waiting for him.

"I don't think you can really handle it," he teased the slim girl, pursing his lips and tilting his head.

"Try me," she raised her eyebrow, placing her mouth so close to his shaft she could feel its heat touching her parted lips, smelling the musky smell her lover's guts left on it.

"Go ahead. We know you want to savor her ass through my cock," he smiled kindly at her.

Chaeyoung smirked and engulfed half of his dick in a second. He felt his tip hitting the back of her throat and forcing its way past it. She barely reacted to the expansion of her windpipe. She was hungry. The skinny woman held his manhood with both hands while she licked every wrinkle of his foreskin and every corner of his glans. Her eyes remained on him, except for when she took his penis out of her mouth. Chaeyoung seemed to be admiring his dick. Her tongue ran free, feeling his veins throughout his length, kissing it, worshiping it.

When she had already licked the addictive, bitter taste of Mina's asshole from his dick, she went even lower on him, stroking his girth softly until her mouth reached his balls, giving them the same treatment, not caring to get her own spit throughout her face at any moment.

"Slap her," Mina whispered, focused on her lover's lustful face. "Just don't leave any bruising on her face," she chuckled, looking at him. "We expect you to hurt her with your cock, just not in her pretty face."

He could not take his eyes off Chaeyoung's needy eyes. Without saying a word, she let his testicles out of her mouth and slowly moved towards his glans. She pouted, rubbing his tip on her plump lips, leaving a glossy finish, a product of his precum and her thick saliva. As much as she enjoyed feeling the mushroom shape of his cock on her lips, her eyes begged him to do that.

Seungdae tugged her hair, and she let go of his genitals, waiting eagerly with a wicked smile from which a thread of drool hung. He held his shaft at the base and quickly swung it across her face, letting it bounce on her cheeks, forehead, and mainly on her plump lips. She was rejoicing in that treatment, humming and grunting at every smack. "Open wide," he ordered, fixing her position and placing his tip on her tongue, already sticking out of her mouth, as she held her own hands behind her back.

Mina giggled. She got close to her partner to grab her hair, making two handles for him to hold while spit dripped from Chaeyoung's mouth. Once she was secured in his hands, she stood behind him, holding his forearms. "No mercy," she worded carefully.

They pulled Cheaeyoung's pigtails towards his crotch, moving her whole frame with it. There was no resistance from her, not even from her throat. Her mouth engulfed the entirety of his manhood. No gagging, no retching, no pushback from her, only tears, slowly forming in her eyes as she smiled while her nose pressed tightly against his trimmed bush.

"Damn!" He exclaimed, slowly using her head as a fleshlight to feel the tightness of her pipe. "How come you have no reflex at all?" He chuckled, impressed by how quickly that blowjob had become slippery, and how easily she was taking him down her neck.

"She may not have Nayeon's skills to suck your soul just with her lips and her tongue," Mina commented, kneeling next to her lover, patting her back. "But she loves being used like this," she added, admiring Chaeyoung with a mix of lust, pride, and love. "A hand, a cock, a toy, my feet… Ask her to stay still, and she'll let you shove it down her throat." Her hand touched her partner's neck, feeling how it grew thicker every time he rammed his length into her mouth. "Haesol, her tattooer, and I could spend hours playing with her like this."

"I can feel why," he scoffed, getting more speed until a subtle gurgling began. Thick drool started falling from her lips. Mina caught the first thick load and spread it through Chaeyoung's face, taking care not to get it on her eyes.

"You like seeing her tears, don't you?" She inquired, smirking at him and cupping her hand to catch another load of drool.

"Don't you? She looks gorgeous like that." His thrusts were long and rhythmic, always burying his crotch on her face.

"Then cum on her," she smirked, contemplating her lover, and massaging Seungdae's balls with the spit in her hand. "Or inside her throat," she chuckled, feeling him reshaping her neck. "It's okay if she passes out, I know how to wake her up," Mina added with a devilish smile.

"Is that true?" He inquired, pushing Chaeyoung away like a rag doll.

She did nothing to stop her spit from falling over her perky tits and her chains; she only gasped. "Do your worst," she panted, desperately trying to get back to his dick, stopped by the firm grip he had on her hair. "Use me however you like," she pleaded. "Cum wherever you want, but don't stop until you shoot your load." She stuck out her tongue, trying to get to her prize with her eyes fixed on it. Her arms, however, remained willingly on her back, as if they were tied.

Mina loved to see her in that lustful state. Seungdae leered up at the camera he thought was capturing her best angle. "What will your boyfriend think when he sees the video?"

That lit a fire in the little tiger. She liked to be used like a cheap whore, yes. Her boyfriend liked to see her broken, even if he was not the one who took her to that point, yes. But he would get to tear her apart just the way she likes it the next time he got his hands on her, and she would not stand any kind of teasing about him. Chaeyoung let her weight fall to her front, knowing his grasp would stop her from falling and would force her to look up at him. Her teary eyes darkened, and her hungry face turned into a challenging one. "He would think that you don't have the guts to break me," she grinned, talking in a very controlled rhythm and tone, enouncing every syllable, leaving them frozen with their mouths agape.

He sighed with a smirk. "I knew you had a bratty side in you," he let out, shaking his head. "And I hate giving a brat what she wants…" He glared down at Mina, raising his eyebrow.

She giggled. "I can really wake her up at any time, don't worry," she nodded with a smile so confident that it almost made her eyes disappear. She released his balls and sat on the bed after running her fingers through her folds to take her excess nectar to her mouth, savoring it while she watched the events unfold.

He scoffed, turning back to Chaeyoung. She was waiting. Her red eyes were laser-focused on his face. Her plump lips were parted, letting her drool run through her chin and fall freely. When their eyes linked, she raised her eyebrows. He held her head firmly with both hands, and in a quick movement, he dragged her towards his shaft. As expected, her hunger made her open her jaw as much as she could, and she swallowed his length in a single move.

Again, no gagging, no retching, just a swift full insertion down her pipe, bulging her throat. The wicked determination in her teary, happy eyes reminded him of his last experience with Yeji, serving as fuel for his contained anger. 'Time to take Mina's advice,' he thought.

His grip on Chaeyoung's head tightened. He fucked her skull harder than he had ever allowed himself to pound anyone's face. The loud gurgling and rattling of her chains was immediate. The drool fell in thick drops to the floor.

Reality felt weird for a moment. Seungdae focused so much on pounding her pipe that even Mina disappeared for him. Watching Chaeyoung fight to remain conscious even though she was literally choking on his length and girth while she kept looking at his eyes was a level of eroticism he had only found in Jieun. The fact that he could let go of his own restraints with her let his raw, animalistic side cloud his mind in lust until he felt his orgasm approaching.

Chaeyoung was already losing the battle, but her eyes still kept a trace of her fire. Her hands slipped constantly from her fingers, but she kept trying to get a hold of them to keep them on her back as gracefully as she could.

Mina knee-walked until she was behind her partner. She kissed her back and held her wrists, hugging her and gently putting their hands over Chaeyoung's stomach. Lovingly, she kept her in place while Seungdae continued fucking her lover's face.

Soon, Mina noticed her nodding off as she tried to stare at his eyes. "It's okay, love. You can let go," she whispered sweetly, kissing her shoulder. "I'll take care of you," she added, planting a longer kiss on her partner's skin.

Seungdae could not believe that, despite the lack of strength and likely brain power due to the lack of air, she smiled warmly at her words, even with his length pounding her face. What little body control she had left, she let go. Chaeyoung had willingly become nothing more than a mouth for him to fuck. The gurgling stopped. He knew she needed to breathe again, even if unconscious.

"Fully inside her throat or not at all," Mina remarked, using her core strength and legs to keep her girlfriend standing on her knees.

'These idols are crazy,' he thought, smirking as he remembered Yeji and the few times he and Jongsuk had fucked Jieun's throat until she passed out. "I know!" He grunted.

A small, barely noticeable chuckle from Chaeyoung, right as she passed out.

Seungdae didn't notice. He focused on pushing all of his manhood into Chaeyoung's relaxed throat and beginning a series of short, quick thrusts that culminated in his climax. He made sure to release his spurts only when he was in the deepest part of her esophagus.

With the help of Mina, they kept the limp vessel of his seed in place until he was over. He twitched his dick a couple more times within her throat to ensure all of his semen stayed down in her pipe. Seungdae stayed there and exhaled, conscious of his sensitivity before slowly withdrawing his shaft from her mouth, dropping a pile of thick drool, followed by a trail of flowing, more liquid saliva.

"Are you sure she'll be alright?" He panted, still holding her unconscious head.

"We just need to let her rest for a bit, and she'll be as good as new," Mina smiled kindly, reaching for Chaeyoung's cheek to kiss her before trying to stand up with her.

"Let me," Seungdae interrupted, carrying the skinny woman up the bed, and laying her down near the left edge of the mattress. Before Mina could say anything, he reached for a couple of pillows to ensure she would rest on her right side. He stayed on the bed, admiring Chaeyoung's parted lips.

"You've done that before, right?" Mina smirked, pleased to see him taking care of her beloved.

"Just a bit," he winked, taking his time to see the tattoos on her left arm.

"The investors won't be this kind to her. They'll keep using her even after she's passed out," Mina voiced out loud, looking at the nearest camera.

"Oh, I'm sure he knows," he scoffed, holding his smile.

"Just in case," she smirked, getting on the bed after he signaled her to go to him. She rested on his chest, facing Chaeyoung with her right leg over Seungdae. "One would like to think we get to choose investors who care about us the same way you do," she sighed deeply, smiling when she felt his hand on her buttcheek. "But you and I know that's often not the case."

"You can convince her to take her rings off when she meets them," he suggested, trying to sound optimistic.

"Haesol and I thought of that on our own, but Jihyo unnie is right. As soon as they find the holes in her nipples, especially the ones on her pussy, it will be game over for her."

"That bad, huh?"

"We fear the worst," she let out with a defeated smile. "We don't know of any other idol with this level of piercings and tattoos that's still meeting investors." She noticed him frowning and narrowing his eyes. "Only Tzuyu tributed after she got her nipple done. The investors got crazy pulling and sucking it, but we don't know what they'll do with these," she explained, gently pulling the chain attached to the ring in Chaeyoung's hooded clit.

"You could ask Yuna," he replied with doubt in his voice.

Mina shook her head, giggling. "She's as crazy as it gets, but she got her piercing during her last tributing session. Apparently, the guy had experience with that, so it doesn't really help us here."

"Wait," he sighed, with eyes wide open. "How was it for you? Did the investors know you can shove a hand up your ass?" He took the chance to slap her buttcheek.

"Eh?" She laughed at his face, a bit taken aback by the seriousness of his question. "They didn't know," she replied, getting a shade of pink in her cheeks. "Did you ever stop to think why my cute, little hole looks so nice and, well… Not used compared to Yuna's?"

He almost got lost in her confident and proud expression. "I don't think that crossed my mind until now," he admitted, letting her guide his fingers inside her rectum, which easily accepted three of his digits.

"Remember Jihyo's kegel balls?" Mina's eyes widened, and her rim clenched, waiting for his response. He only nodded. "What I told you about my hiatus wasn't just teasing. Playing with my ass became a scape from everything, and at some point, it became the only source of dopamine I had before my meds started working." Her face appeared calm, and her asshole relaxed, but there was a part of her subtle smile that seemed to hide the struggle that season of her life represented. "It got to the point I slept with larger and larger plugs until I could fit my hand inside," she admitted, moving her elegant fingers, and making his wrist move, knowing the image that would put in his brain. She smirked at the little twitch his penis made on her inner thigh.

She closed her eyes, sighed, and then ogled at his face. "Yes, I still can shove my own hand up my butt, and yes, I still fall asleep with a big plug shoved in my ass every now and then," Mina added with an honest smile, and clenching her asshole tightly around his fingers every time she said 'yes,' trying to get his worried face to vanish. "But back then, I was doing it daily. Jihyo found out, and since she had heard a manager talk about the possibility of MiSaMo, she begged me to take a few steps back."

"Kegel exercises for your ass?" He joked, holding his giggle.

"Close," she answered with a coy smile. "I have some small, solid metal plugs. They're heavy, and you can add more weight to them. Jihyo made me wear the smallest one during practice, and if my rim failed to keep from falling or from disappearing inside my ass, I got grounded," she admitted, trying to control her laugh.

"How?" He tilted his head, curling his fingers inside her hole, making her moan softly.

"Other than practicing naked and plugged, I could not play games, buy Legos, or do any fun stuff," she sighed and pursed her lips in a thin, coy smile.

Having his fingers inside her stunning, bare ass, the topic of the conversation, and the unconscious, naked, tatted, and pierced woman next to them, had almost made him forget how adorable Mina could look. "I take it you preferred to do all that rather than continuing to break your ass," he chuckled, quickly fingering her butthole, making her giggle and show her gummy smile.

"Actually, I was lucky enough not to cause any tearing in my rim hole during that season," she nodded, pouting and tightening her hole rhythmically. "If I've done any damage, my hole would not look so cute and little," she teased him with a flirty smile, getting fully on top of him and closing her legs around his already fully erect manhood.

"Lucky us, I guess," he replied. "Did any of the investors ever notice your skills?" He inquired, adding his pinky inside her hole and pulling her closer to his face.

She whimpered with a teasing smile. "Yeah," she let out, moving her hips up and down to slowly fuck herself with his fingers. "I pretended not to have much experience, but I got too horny and didn't even notice when I got two old guys fucking my ass at the same time," she pouted, using her innocent face, and taking his left hand close to her face. "Another investor noticed it and forced his whole hand up my butt as 'punishment' for lying," she smirked, rolling her eyes as her hands pretended to be a hole engulfing his hand.

He didn't notice when his hand had already taken a conic shape, but he was already adding his thumb inside her asshole. "I'd love to see that," he said as Mina sat, reaching for his wrist to straddle him, resting her weight on her knees.

"He's the only man who's shoved his entire hand inside of me." She explained, slowly pushing his hand inside of her until her rim felt like it could not spread anymore. "It was around Nayeon's size, and I can't take her hand even today. This is as wide as I go now," she smiled shyly over him, pushing his hand in a little before it reached his knuckles.

"Damn it," he scoffed as she took his fingers out of her rectum.

"Don't worry, I'll let you see something good soon. You can shove it in other members' cunts, but this is not getting in my ass, Mr. Hwang," Mina smiled seductively, taking his fingers out of her ass to her mouth, licking them as if she was sucking a cock.

"Other members?" He could only think of Jihyo.

"Nevermind. The point is that if the investors find out you hide information about your skills or assets," she smiled kindly, winking first, then reaching for Chaeyoung's chains, "things can get pretty rough."

"How rough was his hand for you?" His eyes revealed his concern for her, a sign of empathy for her experience, as well as his raw curiosity and arousal at the idea.

She held the base of his shaft and used her pubis to push it downwards, sitting across his length. Her nectar made the subtle hip movements more pleasurable. Mina sighed, biting her lower lip before shaking her head. She walked towards the drawer with sex toys, purposefully swaying her hips. "Mentally, it felt incredible," she admitted, looking for a specific gadget. "A part of me wanted to keep going and wanted more. But physically, it hurt and burned like hell," she added, turning to see his face before getting back to the drawer. "I wanted him to stop, but my body could not react."

"And the recovery?"

"Found it!" She picked up a little purple gadget. The handles were painted gold, and the tip was a small suction cup. "The recovery is what made me stop getting wider stuff inside of me," she smirked, raising her eyebrow and walking back to the bed. "Try taking a flight while your ass is still burning and recovering from an actual tear." Her eyes widened, remembering the pain. She shook her head and smiled at Seungdae. "Do you want to wake her up?" She smiled elegantly, holding the little clitoral massager in her fingers as if she were promoting it.

"A clit sucker?" He scoffed, frowning.

"I told you I could wake her up," she smiled devilishly. "Help me raise her legs," she requested him, leaving the gadget over her beloved to extend the towel beneath her legs, mainly beneath her ass, now leaving the younger woman resting on her back with her legs spread and Mina sitting between them. "She asked me to use this to wake her up if this happened," she shrugged. "Chaeyoungie likes a bit of free use with the people she likes, and I like to please her. What can I say?"

"Need any help?"

"You're the one in charge, remember?" She pouted, picking up the device. "You have not fucked her pussy or her ass, and she's been waiting for that since that Coldplay concert," she shrugged, spreading Chaeyoung's folds. "Whatever you do, don't pull your force with her."

"She looks frail," he voiced with concern. "I really feel like I could break her."

Mina's eyes sparkled with interest. "That's the point. She likes pain, she'd love that! And remember what Haesol asked," she scoffed, going down on her lover to taste her nectar, making her coo.

"She won't be able to walk," he smiled, hearing her whines, reaching for her chains. With a gentle pull, he helped Mina to uncover Chaeyoung's clitoris so she could place the toy right on it.

"That's the idea," Mina smirked as she got firmly positioned, leaning towards her partner's pussy. She inserted two fingers into Chaeyoung's core and turned on the massager. At the same time, her fingers began moving inside her lover.

Seungdae sighed and followed along. He crouched and grabbed Chaeyoung's firm, perky tits, getting closer to take one of her nipples into his mouth.

Her coos became moans, and her moans slowly turned into words.

"Yes… More…" She whimpered, barely audible, still asleep. Her body did not move. Seungdae scanned her face from below, attentive to see anything that would confirm she had awakened. Mina, however, knew that dance better than any of their choreographies. Steadily, she increased both the intensity at which the toy sucked her clit, as well as the power her fingers placed in her inner G-spot. Chaeyoung's breathing gradually became heavier.

"Choke her," Mina voiced softly, making him turn to see her. "Pull her chains and choke her."

He smirked, moving to Chaeyoung's left nipple to suck it at his own rhythm, using his left hand to pull her chains and his right hand to grab her neck.

"What?" The slim girl exhaled loudly, followed by an even louder whimper. "Yes!" She yelled, feeling Mina's fingers attacking her G-spot and the toy reaching her favorite setting. Chaeyoung made eye contact with Seungdae, grinning with hunger as he kept her in place, pressing the sides of her pipe.

"Choke her for real," Mina scoffed, fixing her position. He examined Chaeyoung's face. She was begging for it, and he delivered, causing her to release a high-pitched cry as soon as his hand imprisoned her on the mattress.

"Bite me!" She grunted from the depths of her soul. She loved being used, mistreated, and physically hurt. The last thing she remembered was feeling her pussy begging for attention while he had his dick down her throat and her nose pressed flat on his pubes while Mina held her warmly, kissing her neck. For her, it only took the blink of an eye to be trapped in their mouths and hands.

Even if her body felt the slow, calculated path towards her climax, mentally, the change was sudden. The abrupt mixture of feelings was too much. His hand deprived her of any air getting into her lungs. The chains pulling her right nipple and the hood of her clit. His mouth played with her right nub and her piercing while his teeth bit it. The toy relentlessly sucked her clit. Mina used her skills to force her orgasm. Everything pushed the right buttons at the same time.

Chaeyoung felt overwhelmed, helpless, invaded, and she loved it. Just as Mina expected, she tried not to explode. She tried to prolong the inevitable to take her own body to her limits and force them to imprint more of their control over her. It worked. Mina had enough experience to make her cum in an instant, and before Chaeyoung could beg them to push her to her climax, her lover used all of her arm's strength to make her explode.

Her face turned red as her whole body contracted. Seungdae kept her in place while Mina forced Chaeyoung's squirt to gush out of her cunt every time she pressed on her G-spot. Not minding the strong jet stream of juices to fall all over her torso and thighs, Mina continued that process until Chaeyoung's violent spasms became a steady, whole-body shuddering.

Seungdae turned to see Mina, but as soon as he stood out of their way, she threw herself over the slim woman to kiss her passionately. The exchange was filled with hunger, lust, and love. Even though Chaeyoung felt like a giant exposed nerve, she did her best to reciprocate the kiss and hold Mina, enduring the never-ending waves of electricity that prolonged her orgasm.

He stepped back and thought of their petition. As much as he enjoyed the show, he turned to check the toys in the drawer until he found a thick, double-headed dildo, slightly thicker than his own dick. He turned back, grabbed a few pillows without them noticing. Without giving them any warning, he held Chaeyoung by her ankles, pulling them towards the feet of the bed.

"Hey!" Mina exclaimed loudly right away. Chaeyoung, on the other hand, and after her initial yelp and trembling, grinned at him, wishing her blurry thoughts were true. The pillows were piled up at her right, and he quickly threw her over them, leaving her ass at the right height for him to fuck.

"I am the one in charge, remember?" He smirked, throwing the long, girthy toy towards Mina’s legs. He grabbed Chaeyoung by her scalp, making her back arch as he leaned to her ear. "Fuck your girlfriend's asshole with it."

Mina smirked, pleasantly surprised by him, finally getting into the role. She quickly took the other pillows and helped Chaeyoung to get her torso leveled, just enough for her to be able to look up at her target: her ass. Before getting into position, she rushed to one of the nightstand drawers and took a small white bottle with an 'S8' printed on it. She reached for her phone and returned to her place, showing her pussy to her lover's face.

"Done?" He teased Mina, slapping Chaeyoung's ass, making her shiver and whine happily again.

The elegant girl chuckled and took the bottle to pour a generous amount of lube into her hand, taking it to her asshole, ensuring some of it would go to her insides. She let her rim gape freely, took the last pillow, and turned her phone's selfie camera on to start documenting her perspective. "Done," she replied softly, letting her face show on camera as she bit her lips. The angle was perfect for recording Chaeyoung's blissful face, with Seungdae lining up behind her.

He took a second to enjoy the view while he held his cock. Mina's beautiful shoulders, followed by her elegantly arched back, eclipsed by her round, meaty ass as it displayed her pink, gaping hole. Chaeyoung's tattoos made their bare bodies contrast. The ink on her skin demanded attention, particularly the intricate piece of art on her lower back. His hand traced some of the lines, touching her skin, making her giggle as she trembled. Her posture showed the state of her body. Tired, weak, eager. Her upper back lay flat over the pillows, but she kept her hips up, waiting for him to do the inevitable.

"What did I tell you?" He slapped her ass again, harder than before. The stinging sensation caused her pussy to leak a bit more as her whole body shook in place. Her hips remained up. Chaeyoung reached for the double-headed dildo, supporting her balance by holding onto Mina's ass, burring her nails on it. Her trembling arm lifted the toy, and lined up one of its tips with her girlfriend's open hole.

Seungdae's movements were precise. Smirking, his tip touched her cunt, quickly shoving a third of his dick inside Chaeyoung's body. Her tight insides were already drenched, allowing her folds to stretch to take his girth abruptly.

She let out a guttural grunt as her left hand scratched Mina's buttcheek. Her right hand violently buried the dildo inside her partner, stopping halfway through only by her own fist. At the same time, she trembled over the pillows, smiling as she felt him slowly reshaping her walls, enduring the blissful torment it caused her.

Mina recorded it all, including her own eyes rolling back due to the sudden penetration. When she turned to see her beloved with her own eyes, she chuckled a bit, seeing Chaeyoung and Seungdae biting their own lips as he slowly forced himself deeper into the short woman.

She didn't know if it was because of the unhurried penetration, but it made the stretch of her walls, both in width and length, hurt more than she had anticipated. She felt shattered, wishing he would just thrust the rest of his manhood inside of her, but also wanting to prolong the feeling he was giving her.

His glans hit her cervix, but he kept pushing inside of her, holding her firmly by her hips. She knew there was still a part of his cock left to enter her body. Exactly as she wished, and as Mina and Haesol had requested, Seungdae was about to be rough with her.

Having found a momentary limit within her cunt, he decided to start ramming her pussy. He was pleasantly surprised by her efforts. Chaeyoung knew by experience that contracting her walls only made pain worse. Despite her natural body reaction to do it because of the torture and the sudden change in speed, he could feel her trying to relax her walls every time he shoved his length back into her cunt, forcing his way into her posterior fornix.

The sound of Chaeyoung's grunts and growls as she enjoyed the awaited pain seemed adorable to Mina, especially because, despite the treatment she was subjected to, her lover was still trying to fuck her ass with the thick dildo. She focused on keeping her partner's face on camera, ensuring her cute expressions could be recorded for any lonely night.

Before long, Seungdae had reshaped Chaeyoung's core to take most of his dick, and with a last, mercyless push, he finally made their flesh clap, slamming his balls against her sensitive clit. He held her firmly in place and crouched, pulling her hair. "How does it feel to have a real cock reach this deep inside of you?" He growled in her ear, pulling her chains downwards with his other hand.

The younger woman quivered in place, whimpering until she could talk. "Fu-fucking amazing," she admitted with a wide grin, making Mina chuckle proudly.

"She's never had anything your size inside her pussy, much less her asshole," Mina teased, giggling along with her beloved.

"Huh? Have you been saving yourself to enjoy the pain?" He inquired, remaining still, fully buried inside her walls, licking her ear, causing a moan to come out of her plump lips.

"Yes!" Her hips trembled.

"Beg for it while you fuck your girlfriend," he ordered. "The harder you fuck her, the harder I'll fuck you," he added, twitching his manhood inside of her.

Mina tilted her head and, surprisingly for her, she felt the dildo going out of her asshole before quickly having it shoved back in. She loved it. Chaeyoung's determined eyes, her growling face, her trembling body, and her sweet, needy voice.

"Please! Please! Please!" She grunted, slamming the dildo inside her partner's butt until her fist made contact with her rim. "Fuck. Me. Until. You. Make. Me. Cum. Again!" Chaeyoung pleaded, making Mina happily whimper at every quick, strong penetration.

Seungdae looked at the elegant girl through the phone, and both tilted their heads in surprise.

"Fuck yeah, keep going," Mina let out, nodding at him.

"How about fucking you until I cum instead?"

"Use. Me. However. You. Want." Chaeyoung grunted, focused on shoving the dildo in her girlfriend's butthole. She was a bit frustrated that her body couldn't bury the toy as hard as she wanted to be pounded, but that only served as fuel for her.

"Say no more," he whispered as he straightened his back, smacking her small ass in the process. Seungdae held her firmly by her hips, and without any regard for her comfort, he rammed her cunt, taking most of his length out and forcing his whole shaft back in until their bodies clapped repeatedly.

Chaeyoung cried immediately. She tried to keep fucking Mina, but her body gave up, sending her strength to avoid her pussy from contracting from the pain. As she stopped, so did he. She panted, shook her head, and, resting half of her weight on her left elbow, she refocused her energy on quickly and repeatedly burying the dildo inside her lover's guts.

He was satisfied with her need to get pounded. Even though she deserved the princess treatment simply because of what happened last time he saw her, he decided to give her the treatment she wanted. Seungdae went back to full speed, ramming her cunt faster and harder than Chaeyoung could fuck Mina.

Through the camera, he saw her face. She closed her eyes tightly and clenched her jaw. Her lips opened to show her teeth, but the corner of her mouth showed her wide smile while her arm moved desperately, knowing Mina's hole welcomed her attack, and that the more violently she fucked her girlfriend, the more violently she got fucked. She endured the abuse, and after a minute, her cries turned into whimpers and then into panting, needy grunts.

He thrust violently inside her slim frame, making a louder clap resonate in the room to call Mina's attention. It worked. He frowned, showing her his surprise to see Chaeyoung asking for more, even though her pussy kept clenching for the pain he caused every time he hit her womb.

"Flip her," she mouthed with a grin on her face.

As if Seungdae were carrying nothing more than a cheap fuck doll, he shoved his length in her, and using his left hand, he tugged her hair with enough force to lift her, quickly removing the pillows where her perky tits were resting. He remembered Mina's feat from earlier. Eager to feel that with Chaeyoung's incredibly tight cunt, he swiftly reached for her left leg with his right hand and turned her over.

Chaeyoung had no clue what he wanted to do. For her, she was hammering her partner's ass, feeling him hit her navel from within, and the following moment, his dick remained still, stretching her pussy. His grip forced her to arch her back, and then she was flying on his cock, causing her to release the double-headed dildo. The following movement made her squirm and melt.

His hand felt firm on her left thigh, and she felt an incredible pull, making her spin to her right while he carried her. Her legs bent out of instinct while she surrendered the rest of her body to the firm grip he had on her scalp. However, her nervous system focused on the way her whole existence spun on his manhood. Her walls readapted to its curvature in half a second, releasing a high-pitched sigh that soon turned into confused whines when he let her fall on the bed.

She wasn't sure what was happening. Her back arched again. The pillows kept her hips leveled to his shaft, but her upper back hit the mattress directly. She saw Mina's hand, reaching back to hand him her phone. Chaeyoung could not help but smile, knowing anything they did would be recorded for her to see later with her two lovers. Then, he moved.

He spread her legs with his hands, making space for the camera to capture her whole frame. His right hand held her firmly by her hip bone, and he rammed her insides at the same speed and force he was fucking her earlier. Before she could process the way his dick pushed her flesh upwards, her eyes saw Mina's pussy, spreading quickly as she lowered her behind over her face. Just before her girlfriend sat on her face, she took her wrist and guided it back to the tick toy half-buried on her ass.

The view was magnificent. Seungdae noticed the tip of his cock poking from her insides and quickly focused it on the camera, pressing his thumb on Chaeyoung's flesh to make it pop up even more, showing the clear bulge as he went in and out of her pussy, reaching right below her belly button. Her folds were drenched, sloshing at every rough thrust and dripping her juices down her pucker hole. Her chains rattled as her firm, perky tits bounced violently.

He was impressed. Mina's nectar seemed to be giving her enough energy to move her arm in an almost mechanical stabbing motion. Mina turned only her upper torso, keeping her pussy firmly planted on Chaeyoung's hungry lips and her butt high enough to receive the hammering her lover desperately gave her. She moaned loudly at the familiar sensation of the thick dildo making its way through her intestines. However, she wanted more.

"Fuck… Her ass," Mina panted with a determined grin, covering Chaeyoung's ears with her bent legs.

He leered down at the short woman's midriff. His smile slowly turned darker as he imagined how tight her ass must feel. He still had one request pending to fulfill from her, and the green light from every party involved to be as rough with her as he wanted to, and this time, he would take it.

Chaeyoung had reached a state of pure, physical bliss. She knew her pussy had become a wellspring of juices thanks to Mina's magic fingers and Seungdae's shaft. Lust and gluttony filled her thin frame. Her mouth and tongue devoured her girlfriend's cunt with such desperation that Mina pushed her head down to give herself some air, but Chaeyoung's hunger turned into enough strength to remain latched to her folds. Her lower half performed a similar feat. Her legs trembled in the air, held only by the will of getting blown. Her hips moved to take Seungdae's manhood more violently at every deep slam. The more he fucked her senseless, the more her walls contracted, trying to delay her upcoming orgasm.

Then, a quick rattling of chains, and a hard pull on her nipples and clit. The sudden pain caused her to push the dildo quickly into Mina's body, hitting her rim as her hand stopped it from going further in. If it weren't for Mina's pussy covering her whole mouth, a booming 'yes' would have ruptured their eardrums. Seungdae's next thrusts became slower and harder, taking almost his whole length out before shoving it back in. 'He's close,' she thought. Chaeyoung wanted his cum. She wanted to squeeze his semen with her own climax. She wanted to feel her womb filled with his seed.

Her brain shut down for a few seconds. Just when her hips began shaking, and her toes started contracting, Seungdae pulled out his shaft, leaving Chaeyoung's glistening, gaping cunt empty for half a second before he impaled her tight asshole with his whole length, forcing her rim to take his girth in one abrupt, deep pounding.

Seungdae recorded everything. The chains falling on her tender skin, the shockingly fast contraction of her back, the stream of juices flowing out of her cunt, the loud cry that pushed past her lover's pussy, and the erratic, violent movement of her arm. She let go of the toy, but tried to hold it again, failing repeatedly as her arm kept contracting back until she grabbed it by the tip. Her contractions shoved the double-headed dildo fully inside of Mina's ass, making it disappear when the squeeze of her hand pushed the fake glans into her guts.

Chaeyoung felt like she was split in half. The pain was almost unbearable, but having her ass blown like that just when she had opened the gates to her orgasm made her brain crash. Not only did her rim burn like hell around Seungdae's girth, but she also felt his manhood pushing her womb upwards at every pounding. With her whole body convulsing, she tried to hold on to what she had closest to her hands. The dildo. The strong movement of her organs made her hands fail repeatedly until suddenly she felt it slide away from her hand.

"Fuck!" Mina yelled, rolling her eyes, letting her weight fall on her girlfriend's face, and taking her hand to her belly, above her navel, where she felt the toy hit from within.

"Are you alright?" Seungdae asked right away. Staying still inside Chaeyoung as she shuddered.

"Yes!" Mina panted with a thrilled voice. "Not the first time I've lost something inside," she giggled, shaking her head. "I don't remember the last time something hit so deep," she chuckled, rubbing her midriff. She turned her smirking face to him. "Don't miss this," she winked, turning back and raising her pussy from her partner's face. Her hands reached for her rim hole, inserting three fingers from each hand to spread it as much as she could. She groaned and pushed the long dildo out of her guts until it fell over Chaeyoung's tits, leaving her asshole gaping widely. "Can you do it?" Mina whispered, caressing her lover's cheeks with both hands.

Chaeyoung could not talk. She gazed at Mina's eyes, not even trying to comprehend what was happening or was about to happen. She just nodded and spread her legs for Seungdae.

Mina turned quickly to see him. "Let's see who lasts longer," Mina giggled softly, challenging him and holding Chaeyoung's wrist as she poured more lube on it. A nod from him was all it took. She swiftly shoved her girlfriend's small hand up her ass, moving it in and out of her guts until her lover locked herself in to fist fuck her.

Seungdae fucked Chaeyoung's ass recklessly. He had already decided that if pain was what she wanted, pain was what he would give her. He trusted her own juices would smooth the process enough not to make any permanent damage to her.

Putting his thoughts aside, he let himself enjoy the moment. Her insides felt incredibly smooth, except for the bump he felt when he was almost fully inside of her. He could see her belly swelling every time he poked her uterus. His left hand, holding the phone, reached for her chains to pull them as he held her in place, gripping her thigh with his right hand.

The angle of the camera captured the consistent bulging of her abdomen, her nipples being pulled towards the lens, and her jaw clenching to endure the pain while her hand moved inside Mina. He quickly noticed that the harder and faster he drilled into Chaeyoung, the harder and quicker she hammered Mina's asshole.

Consequences aside, he focused on the goal. He rammed the skinny woman's guts as fast and as hard as he could. Long, deep thrusts that made loud clappings every time. Her rim tightened as it did her guts, fighting the forceful movements that rearranged her insides. Her pussy kept dripping her nectar, as if her body kept trying to ease her torture.

Once again, Chaeyoung was overwhelmed and helpless. She knew she was fully overpowered, she knew the pain would be lasting, and she loved every bit of it. Even though her jaw was clenched beyond comprehension, her cries, whimpers, and grunts invaded the whole room. She could not make a word, but she begged him to keep going through the movement of her hips. Her eyes were fixed on Mina's loving face. The eye contact made her remaining agency strong enough to move her hand inside her lover's ass. Quickly, her weak hand turned into a closed fist, and the little, short thrusts she made with her arm became harder, elongated punches that started going in and out of her partner's butthole.

Mina surrendered to her own lust, reaching for her sensitive clit to pull her own trigger. She locked her eyes on Chaeyoung, admiring how she faded into her climax. Mina tried to match her own orgasm to that of her lover, but the constant hooks she got from her little hand proved to be too much.

The man felt everything happening in slow motion. Mina's ass twerked slightly as she began to squirt over her girlfriend's face. Chaeyoung's jaw finally opened, trying to drink as much of her lover as she could. Three strong gushes directly into her mouth, followed by four weaker ones that fell erratically over her face as the Japanese girl convulsed, trying to aim it. She reached for Chaeyoung's wrist, finally stopping her hammering fist before she let herself fall to her right.

"You better get up," Seungdae grunted to Mina, throwing the phone aside. He leaned toward Chaeyoung, making her knees get to her breasts as he kept ramming her ass. "Don't cum until I say so," he grunted, kissing her drenched lips before carrying her in the air, causing her hand to slip out of Mina.

Chaeyoung's smile was fixed on her face. Her arms fell freely to her sides. She focused on how deep inside her guts his cock reached, and how it moved inside of her while he carried her until he sat on the corner of the bed closest to Mina, keeping her on his lap with her legs bent on his chest. She gawked at Seungdae's eyes, still too weak to say anything, and nodded, unaware of what his plan was, but still willing and eager to let him do what he wanted with her body. He did not need it, but her approval only made him enjoy it more.

He held her, crossing his right hand behind her back to her right shoulder, and his left hand on her left leg. Quickly, he spun her over his dick one last time, but now, his hands slid through her body to keep her legs up in the air, doing a full nelson.

Mina exhaled in surprise. Chaeyoung's arms were limp, bouncing aimlessly as he fucked her in that position. Battling with her trembling legs, she stood up and walked in front of her girlfriend.

Unable to move her head, Chaeyoung only moved her eyes, smiling to see her lover leaning to meet her wicked face. She focused on Mina getting closer to her face to lick her cheek, savoring her own squirt and pulling her chains before latching onto her lips in a fierce kiss.

That was the perfect combination. Feeling like a worthless piece of meat for him to break her ass, and feeling desired and cared for. Helplessness with all the safety she could wish for.

Chaeyoung tried to hold her orgasm back. But having her ass blown, followed by Mina, releasing her addorments to choke her while her other hand slid to her drenched cunt to finger her, only meant she would lose it soon. Her body felt like a pressure bomb, accumulating more and more pleasure, released only by her senseless moans.

"Ready?" Mina asked amid their kiss, but the question was directed to both Chaeyoung and Seungdae. The former hummed in a desperate plea, and the latter grunted, nodding as he made eye contact with her. "Good."

With that, Mina's hands tightened their grip on Chaeyoung's neck, blocking her windpipe, and her pussy, hitting her G-spot to make her cum on command while their tongues swirled in each other's mouths.

The collapse was instantaneous. Chaeyoung released one guttural high-pitched gasp before her whole body contracted like crazy while her pussy splashed her squirt all over the place, following the mixed rhythm of Mina's fingers and Seungdae's cock. Tears ran down her cheeks as a consequence of her body not understanding the massive waves of pleasure hitting every nerve.

She had already lost track of time, but their combined actions made her feel like she was stuck in a perpetual whole-body climax. Her mind fractured, not understanding how pleasure could turn to such a degree of torture, wanting them to stop, but wishing they pushed her beyond her limit. And they did.

Neither Mina nor Seungdae stopped. She kept fingering her lover, hitting her G-spot, and slapping her face loudly every time her mind began to fade into her orgasm before kissing her and choking her again. He kept her in place, arms and legs bouncing as he repeatedly and mercilessly shoved his whole length into her tight asshole, getting closer to his climax at every thrust until he finally felt it.

"Mina!" He grunted without stopping. She grinned, breaking their kiss and slapping her face harder, kneeling as she pulled Chaeyoung's nipples and clit by the chains, releasing her pussy.

He shot the first spurt of cum deep inside her guts, but the rest of his semen landed on Mina's face as she quickly took his dick by the base and gracefully stroked it. She kept her grip tight, making sure she squeezed all of his jizz out of his throbbing cock while her eyes focused on Chaeyoung's pulsating holes, contracting and pushing out uncontrollably.

Once his sperm stopped flowing, Mina did her best to take his sensitive dick into her pipe, gagging as she forced it down her throat with her tongue sticking out. The tightness, in addition to the contractions of every quick retch, made Seungdae shiver in place, fixing his arms to hug Chaeyoung, still keeping her legs up her face.

As Mina expected, she could not handle him, but the hunger she had for the taste of her girlfriend's asshole blurred her own limits. Tearing up, she released his dick, couching as she desperately latched on to Chaeyoung's gaping asshole, pulling her chains again to keep her orgasm going.

With his cock still sensitive, he understood her intentions. He firmly held the slim woman with one arm while his right hand reached for her pussy, quickly shoving two fingers inside of her.

Chaeyoung grunted again, starting another violent wave of convulsions as Seungdae curled his digits into her cunt. His fingers were longer and thicker than Mina's, and his instant movement inside her body was rougher and harder, bringing her dying climax back to life, hitting her with stronger waves of pleasure. Her body tried to moan, whimper, or cry, but she could only pant rapidly until the experience became suffocating for her.

Mina allowed herself to enjoy her lover's cavernous butthole as this constantly shut tight around her tongue before opening wide enough for her to lick its insides. When Seungdae's fingers entered her pussy, she didn't stop. She eagerly became the receptacle of the squirt gushing from her favorite, pierced cunt, just a couple of centimeters away from her eyes, pulling her chains every time her lack of air almost made her pass out.

After a good minute that felt like an eternity for Chaeyoung, Mina held Seungdae's wrist, making him stop completely. She stood up and nodded at him, face drenched in a mixture of thick semen and watery fluids from her girlfriend. No words needed. He released the shivering woman's legs, keeping her held by her neck and pulling her hair up.

Despite the lack of understanding, oxygen in her system, and energy, the moment Chaeyoung recognized Mina's silhouette approaching for a fierce kiss, she smiled warmly, welcoming her beloved's lips. Through their kiss, Mina slowly pushed the different fluids down to their mouths, making her partner savor her own squirt, remnants of her bitter asshole, and Seungdae's seed. The taste of his cum made her realize where she was and what had just happened, causing her to giggle weakly.

As Mina's hunger was finally satisfied, her kiss became tender and less rushed. Slowly, they stopped, sealing their love in one last soft peck on the lips.

"Apology fully accepted," Seungdae chuckled, breathing heavily once the elegant girl opened her eyes, making them blush.

"By the way, you can spend the night with us if you want," Mina scoffed, standing closer to feel her girlfriend's body rest over her.

"I'll take that offer, but I think we all need to shower," he replied, running his palms through Chaeyoung's back, making her tremble as he admired her tattoos.

"Let's go, then," Mina smiled, getting closer to carry her girlfriend, quickly taking a step back when Seungdae stood up, carrying Chaeyoung in his arms, keeping her tightly close to his chest.

"Guide me," he requested, making the squirt and cum covered woman suddenly feel small due to the height difference and how confident he seemed.

She had to blink repeatedly a few times to refocus. "This way."

"How do you feel?" He asked Chaeyoung in a comforting tone, looking at her eyes and her fixed smile. Her eyes were still red, just like her left cheek. She tried to talk, but everything that came out of her mouth was mumbling and a few giggles. "It's okay, little one. We'll take care of you," he reaffirmed as they entered the main bathroom.

Chaeyoung still felt the remnants of her full-body orgasm, getting waves of electricity across her nervous system at every touch. They tried to make her sit on a stall, but she was too sensitive and weak to keep herself in place.

"I can hold her while you shower her," he suggested. Supported by his hands, Mina began the cleanup process. First, removing the chains from her piercings, letting her nipples rest from the weight, and gently kissing her swollen clit. The rain showerhead made the water fall over both Seungdae and Chaeyoung, causing her to moan through the experience.

Every time Seungdae had to move her around, he took the chance to kiss Chaeyoung's body: her neck, her back, her collarbones, her lips, her forehead. Having Mina around already made her feel safe, but those small gestures helped her relax even more.

"You're still gaping," Mina whispered in her ear when she was washing her ass. Chaeyoung tried to reach for her ass. "Want to feel it?" Mina asked, holding her wrist. The weak woman nodded with a satisfied smile, and Mina guided her weak fingers so she could feel the circumference of her broken, swollen hole. Chaeyoung giggled, closing her eyes, enjoying her own achievement.

"You know that's going to hurt tomorrow, right?" He scoffed with a smile.

Chaeyoung grinned and nodded. "Thank you," she mouthed, still unable to talk.

"Anytime."

After Mina had cleaned every millimeter of Chaeyoung's body, and since her beloved was still too weak to do anything, Mina offered to shower him as well.

"I won't say no to that," he laughed, letting himself enjoy the treatment, maneuvering Chaeyoung as Mina made sure to get him equally clean, showering herself in the process.

When she was done, and he sat again on the stall, she hugged him from behind, letting her soft skin cling to his back and leaning on the left side of his face to kiss his cheek. He could see her shy eyes gathering enough courage to speak. "Are we really okay?" Mina finally asked.

"We are," he whispered, turning to kiss her lips. "Just promise you'll do your best for her," he murmured, holding Chaeyoung tightly in his arms. "As much as I love to see her with her this broken, I would hate it if her heart gets shattered." Both turned to see the younger woman smiling coyly in his embrace.

"I promise," Mina voiced confidently. "Thank you."

Taking their time, they filled Chaeyoung with kisses and compliments, then blow-dried their hair and went back to bed, admiring the mess they had made throughout their session.

"Hold her for a bit more, I'll change the sheets," Mina laughed, quickly removing the covers, the double-headed dildo, and cleaning the floor from their fluids. After adding a new set of clean bedding and bringing some water for everyone to drink, the three of them, tired, agreed to sleep. By then, Chaeyoung could already talk normally and requested to sleep between them. She snuggled into Mina's chest and pulled Seungdae's arm and leg over her.

"You are way more clingy than I imagined," he chuckled.

"But Mina is more needy, I just take advantage of the situation," Chaeyoung smirked as they sandwiched her in the warmth of their naked bodies.

"How do you feel now?" Her lover asked her, kissing the top of her head.

She deeply inhaled Mina's scent. "Wonderful," she exhaled happily. "But I know everything will hurt tomorrow," she chuckled.

She was right. They woke up to the alarms on both Mina's and Seungdae's phones. He enjoyed the sight of their bare bodies and sleepy faces. Mina, still more asleep than awake, leaned to kiss her girlfriend's lips, making the short woman smile warmly.

"I'm hungry," Chaeyoung whined, still battling to open her eyes.

"When did you last eat something?" He wondered, knowing none of them had had dinner.

"Noon," Mina stated. "She prepared, hoping you would use her throat just like you did," she smiled, never opening her eyes. "Come, let's make breakfast," she tapped her beloved's tummy as she stepped out of bed.

Chaeyoung moved slowly until she released a loud growl in pain as soon as she put a bit of weight on her ass. Both Mina and Seungdae sighed, knowing that was meant to happen.

"Let me see," he requested calmly. Chaeyoung lay on her side and carefully spread her asscheeks. "Oof!" He exclaimed. "I'm so, so sorry," he let out, not holding his laugh. Mina waddled around the bed to see Chaeyoung's inflamed and red pucker hole.

"Can you take a picture?" The slim woman laughed, then giggled when she saw the photo. "It looks worse than I thought!" Smiling, she rolled on the bed to pull Seungdae for a peck. "Thank you," she chuckled, blushing with a satisfied grin. They laughed at her reaction.

"Can you walk?" Mina asked.

"Not right now," her girlfriend could not stop giggling.

Mina waddled to one of the drawers and got an ointment. "Help her with this. I'll make breakfast," she smiled, handing him the salve before she quickly dressed for her practice.

"Are you really happy with this?" He asked, carefully spreading the ointment on her swollen butthole, causing her to hiss while he took the chance to admire her pierced cunt and the details of her lower back tattoo.

"Yes! It's like a reward and a reminder of what you did to me," she replied, groaning every other word. "My mind goes through all that every time it hurts," she explained, chuckling.

"Happy to do it all over again once you've healed," he scoffed, softly patting her left buttock, indicating he was over.

"If I didn't have practice today and a comeback tomorrow, I would ask you to fuck me like that right now, all day," she teased him, wiggling her ass in the air.

He quickly slapped her right asscheek and leaned over her, crushing her with his weight. "Bad luck for both of us, then," he growled in her ear. She whimpered with a smile. "I'll be waiting for that call," he added, chuckling as he pulled her for a quick kiss. "Where are your clothes?"

He helped her get dressed from the waist down before he quickly got his clothes on and went out to help Mina. By then, she was almost over, but she asked him to get the table ready.

"For someone who's always careful with us, you seem to have a lot of confidence and control handling Chaeyoungie as you did," Mina pouted while she served breakfast on the plates. He only shrugged. "And you seem to have a lot of experience with the aftercare as well," she added.

"That I can't deny," he smirked.

"I imagine you had to do that a lot with IU Sunbaenim."

"Yeah, I've lost track of… What?" He froze after turning to see Mina's grin with his widened eyes.

"I knew it," she whispered. "It's fine," she affirmed, waddling towards him to take their breakfast to the table. "I'll keep it as a secret until you feel comfortable sharing it with the others." She tiptoed to kiss his cheek. "But that's something Tzuyu should know soon. I'd love to see her reaction," she giggled.

"How?"

"With the clues you've given us, and what you said to us these couple of times, it was only a matter of time before one of us discovered who Jin truly is," she added, patting his arm.

"Please, do keep this a secr…" he stopped when he heard the bedroom door open. As soon as he saw Chaeyoung's arm, he ran to help her get to the table. She could walk now, but it was evident the movement made her butthole hurt. Carefully, she sat on the closest chair, where her girlfriend had already added a softer cushion.

Mina handed her a couple of pills. "Pain and inflammation," she said softly, kissing her head. "I'll have some others ready for later today."

Things went smoothly after that. The ointment and the pills worked quickly with her small frame, although they could not hide all of the pain her pucker hole was going through. Seungdae took them to practice. This time, he parked, insisting he wanted to be sure Chaeyoung could get there since she still had some trouble walking. To his surprise, Tzuyu, Jeongyeon, and Jihyo were waiting for them.

"No way!" Jeongyeon exclaimed while Jihyo sighed. The maknae was shocked to see Chaeyoung in that state, which made the skinny woman blush, trying to hide her face as Mina laughed and tapped her forearm.

"I trust you two will let me see how this happened," Tzuyu scoffed, processing the scene.

"Only if you ask nicely," Chaeyoung replied, getting close enough for Tzuyu to pull Seungdae for a kiss.

"Can we watch it next time we're alone?" Tzuyu smiled brightly, kissing him again.

"Sounds like a perfect plan," he replied, thinking he'll have to explain what happened before that. "But, for now, you should get up there," he whispered, feeling Jihyo's eyes on him, even though everyone was focused on the couple.

"I'll take her from here," the maknae giggled, taking Chaeyoung's arm and nodding to Mina. "Talk soon?"

"Soon," he winked, nodding so they started walking.

"I would also like to know what he did to her," Jeongyeon murmured, biting her lip as she watched Chaeyoung's troubled walk. Her comment caused Jihyo and Seungdae to turn to her, raising their eyebrows. "What?" She asked, blushing.

"I'm sure he'd love to give you a tease of that himself," Jihyo whispered, pursing her lips and raising her open hands to her chest.

"I mean, the option is always there if you want to give it a try," he added with a gentle smirk.

"I… I… I'll see you inside," Jeongyeon smiled, running to catch up with the other members, slapping Chaeyoung's ass softly. That was enough for her to roar and start a bugging game between Jeongyeon, Tzuyu, and Chaeyoung, making Mina laugh softly. Their thunderous whines and laughs could be heard even though they disappeared from their eyes into the building.

"I know… I know…" Seungdae sighed, turning to the group's leader.

"You did well," Jihyo acknowledged. "Having a member unable to sit because you blew her ass harder than she can take it is not ideal right before a comeback, but meds should get us through."

"Sorry about that," he grimaced, a bit confused.

"They needed that little drama," Jihyo sighed. "I would have preferred that to happen ages ago, but thank you for taking care of them. Even if they got on your nerves."

"Anytime," he scoffed, shaking his head, remembering everything that had happened since last Sunday.

"But no more 'fucking my members until they can't walk' until they can rest for a whole day, understood?" She smirked, winking at him.

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded. "By the way, can I ask you a favor?" He smirked, taking the chance to get the second part of Jieun's idea running.

After explaining the plan to Jihyo, telling her just enough to hook her and get her curiosity up to eleven. That was enough to convince her. They quickly explained their schedules with the comeback and concert, and Jieun's available days, but they agreed on it. "I'll free our day, don't worry," she nodded with an excited smirk.

"I'm counting on you," he chuckled, walking away. Knowing his girlfriend had an early call that day, and that he needed to get home to log in to work, he left her a voice message.

"Hey, uhm. Let me know when I can see you. Everything's alright, no need to worry, but you're not going to believe what happened."

Author's note: When I outlined this, I had no clue it would become an almost 19K word lecture, but I guess that's what happens when you wait months to write something, and you keep adding stuff you actually want to write. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this wild trip. They were the first ship I actually shipped in Kpop, and the fact that Chaeyoung released "Girl" did nothing but feed my delulu for this precious couple that even Tzuyu likes!

being in a different group than your girlfriend is already hard; trying to find time for each other was even harder.

between comeback preparations, overseas schedules, music show recordings, variety appearances, brand shoots, dance practices that stretch long past midnight, studio recordings, and the exhaustion that settles into your bones, there are weeks when it feels as though the two of you exist in entirely separate worlds despite living in the same city.

your schedules are most likely always conflicting with each other, both of you are either too busy or tired on some days to even text or call.

days when your phone is full of unread messages because you've spent hours of your day filming, when she falls asleep halfway through a call because she was still jetlagged, or when neither of you have the energy to do anything more than send a single heart emoji before passing out.

but you do find ways around it, because when you love someone dearly, you’ll do all it takes to show it.

and that's how you find yourself with most of mina's clothes and things at your place (because she prefers your cozy apartment and that "everything smells like you.")

her clothes have made their home in your closet: shirts, sweaters, hoodies, jeans, sweatpants, to name a few.

even her switch gets left behind sometimes, with her bringing it on some nights where she knows you'll be home late and would pass time on her cute games.

you don't question on why you've been starting to lose some of your favorite oversized hoodies or sweatshirts, because you definitely know where they've been going.

—

the funny thing is that neither of you has done anything that should have started a dating rumor in the first place.

there has been no suspicious interactions caught by dispatch cameras (you both have been very cautious, though it's hard sometimes when mina would subtly tease you in front of your door before you hastily pull her in by the front of your her shirt).

there have been no lingering touches or stares during award shows or crowded stages that fans could possibly slow down in fancams and replay a hundred times over, searching for anything.

or rather, there is supposed to be no shipping between you both, because you've never interacted besides a few dance challenges together. it's impossible and just mere coincidences.

which is exactly why the first few fan posts have been so amusing. none of them related to direct contacts: hidden glances and secretive smiles, long interactions, or solid evidence with grainy photos and ground-breaking headlines.

they are all related to non-direct contacts instead: matching clothes, matching accessories, matching bags, matching nail styles—just matching, matching, matching that neither you or mina picked up on it.

one fan at a fansign had noticed that your nail style matched that of mina from twice, even pulling out his phone to show the exact picture of your girlfriend's bubble update, with the same nail design just in a different color (it's been her recent hobby lately, and you couldn't say no when she whined and pouted for her to do yours, too).

it isn't until you stumble upon a post with a caption that says: [two beloved members from different groups have a lot of matching things...that can only mean one thing in korea! post any pictures or incidents of them matching in the reply!]

the comments are quite skeptical at first, finding the whole ordeal to be a bit too far-fetched, until numerous fans from both fandoms start to reply with their fair share of pictures.

a picture of you wearing brown sambas at the airport, the exact pair that mina had worn a few weeks back at a fansign.

a picture of mina wearing a university hoodie in her instagram live, the exact one fans saw you wearing in one of your group's traveling vlog months ago.

a long thread of an OP saying how she saw the same necklaces worn by both of you when she went to misamo's fan club event and to your post-brand filming, where you signed her album after walking out of the building.

and suddenly, what starts as a harmless joke between two fandoms quickly evolves into an increasingly elaborate speculation and theory that seems to gain a new piece of 'evidence' every day.

the thread of the post becomes longer, adorned with side-by-side pictures of you both, with circles and arrows revealing similar items.

—

the first time mina shows you one of the edits—which was yesterday— the two of you are curled together on the couch of your apartment watching tv, a throw blanket with mini dachshund prints on them (mina's) covering her.

it's one of the rare days where you can have a free night with your girlfriend snuggled up on you—her body sprawls across the length of the couch with her head resting comfortably in your lap, a hand of yours combing through her hair, stopping right at her nape to lightly scratch the area that makes her purr in contentment.

mina checks the notifications on her phone when an ad pops up in the middle of an episiode of a kdrama she's been dying to watch with you, her hand reaching up for yours to bring down to her lips, giving it a kiss.

she snuggles into it as she absentmindedly scrolls, letting out a laugh that you know is gummy and all.

"what got you laughing when the only source that should be making you laugh is right behind you?"

she whines as you pinch her cheek, letting out a huff as she turns on her back to show you her phone screen.

and you laugh, too, because what she shows you is genuinely hilarious.

it was a recent reply under the matching post (mina has gotten in bookmarked and saved for easy access just because she wants to see how far fans could go, but you think she only saved it so she can see you wearing her things).

the caption reads: [they definitely have something going on...because what do you mean you guys have matching bracelets for ldr couples?!] with a picture attached of said items on each of your wrists.

(it was mina's idea, really, to get matching bracelets that would light up and vibrate against your wrist whenever she taps her own, vice versa. and you both don't really wear it often, only for far distances or months of touring do you have it on). it’s truly endearing because your bracelet would always vibrate when you’re miles away from your girlfriend).

you stare at her screen before looking down at her, then back at the post, then at mina again, and suddenly the two of you dissolve into helpless giggles and laughter.

the sound fills the apartment, warm and unrestrained, echoing off the walls as she buries her face against your stomach.

"they're getting warmer, alright. they're technically not wrong..." you snicker in your hand, cheeks starting to hurt from how much you've been laughing.

"they're so funny. if only they could see how my head is in your lap right now. how i’m about to get up and straddle you, instead."

and before you could let her words sink in, she got up from her lying position to throw a leg over your hips, blankets following not too far behind to be around her shoulders, slightly slipping down one side as she leans closer.

"mina, baby, the show—"

"kiss me."

and suddenly you don't remember what you were talking about prior.

—

the ship remains trapped in a strange limbo where people continue to create threads and theories, even catching the attention of popular fan sites from other groups.

you are laying under your covers when mina video calls you. shuffling your fingers out from the warmth, you click on the 'accept' button, screen then showing mina in an oversized sweater that you've been trying to find to pack for your overseas schedule, applying on a face mask.

"hey cute girl with my sweater and a mask on, i've been waiting for your call, your highness."

mina smiles as much as her face mask allows her, growing shy at your words, "you’re so sappy…and your sweater is comfortable…and i miss you…”

“you’re so cute, mitang. i miss you even more! want to kiss you,” you pout into your duvet, eyes becoming crescent moons when mina blows you a kiss.

“actually, i have a very important favor to ask you..." her voice is gentle as she trails off, pouting into the screen (one that she knows you can't say no to, whatever the favor is).

"i'm at your service!"

"i left my switch at your place the other day...could you possibly bring it with you on your trip? i need you to log in to animal crossing and do my daily tasks and gift my villagers."

and you couldn't help but burst out laughing—cackling even, because out of all the favors, you did not expect that one.

because when she's looking at you with that sheepish smile, the mask taken off, revealing her beautiful moles scattered across her angelic face, you couldn't possibly say no to your adorable girlfriend who really cares for her equally adorable villagers.

-

by the time you arrive at the airport, you clutch the pouch with mina's device inside against your side with care.

cameras flash just as you get out of the car, walking towards the entrance with practiced ease—nodding, smiling, waving, listening, chatting.

your hand is still wrapped around mina's crocheted switch bag, even in the airport lounge, to when you're boarding and comfortable in your seat.

when the plane finally takes off, you're blissfully unaware of what's happening on the internet, especially under the maching post of you and mina.

fans are going crazy online, with airport pictures of you holding the bag spreading all over social media.

[isn't that twice's mina crocheted bag for her switch?!]

[this can't be a coincidence anymore!!!!]

[did mina make her one??? or is it the same one???]

reply -> [i mean if mina did make her one, then they're matching...and if it's the same one...then they've been sharing the switch...meaning they've been interacting this whole. damn. time!!!]

[wait i know we've joked about this ship, but i think it's real y'all...]

[guys remember how mina said in her vlog that she never lends her gaming devices to anyone...? tell me i'm not crazy]

another picture was posted, where the pouch had slightly shifted in your hand, just enough for a sticker on the corner of the device to become visible.

[this is it, it's 100% mina's switch]

-

by the time you land at your destination, you take your phone out right away, wanting to notify your girlfriend that you arrived safe and sound.

she replies immediately with a "miss you," along with a link to the saved post, "i think our fans nailed it."

and as you open the link, your eyes widen, seeing the hundreds of comments and pictures of your recent appearance at the airport.

whoopsies.

—

"what if i seal the deal and kiss you on instagram live?" you murmur in mina's hair, cuddling closer to her on the bed than you already are, peering down at her afterwards.

after coming back after your long travel, with a promise of a good home-cooked meal by mina, you went straight to her apartment after the airport.

and now, with your stomach filled with delicious food made by your girlfriend, and said girlfriend in your arms, there is nothing else you could wish for after a tiring oversea schedule.

she's quiet for a moment, her mind actually pondering about your question until she grows shy and hides her face in the crook of your neck. a string of incoherent words is mumbled, with you catching bits and pieces of "small peck," "no make outs," "reciprocate."

"hm? what did you say, mitang? i can't hear you when your face is in my boobs like that—" you teasingly start before she shuts you off with a small bite on your exposed collarbone, making you groan.

"i said small pecks only...and i'd reciprocate..." she looks away again bashfully, lips jutting out as she gets more flustered.

"oh—so you've thought about it, huh, baby?" you smirk at her reaction until you let out a yelp when she slips a cold hand under her your shirt to pinch your side, "ow! okay, okay, okay, no more teasing, promise!"

you squirm as her hand glides to your stomach, newly self-manicured nail tips grazing your skin before they tease at her your shorts' elastic band.

You had been curled into the corner of the couch, the late afternoon sun stretching gold across your shared apartment floors. Mina had been sitting cross-legged on the rug in front of you, still in rehearsal clothes, hair loosely tied back. Only the Myoui could still look so effortlessly elegant in just a sweatpants and basic tee. There had always been a softness to her that only existed there — not the polished idol the world knew, not the ambassador draped in couture — just Mina.

"There’s an event next month," she had said, tracing invisible shapes along your knee. "I want you to come with me."

The words had settled heavily between you.

You had known what that meant. Cameras. Headlines. Other celebrities. Industry eyes that scanned and calculated.

You had also known what it didn’t mean.

It didn’t mean walking in hand-in-hand as her girlfriend.

It didn’t mean introductions that lingered.

It didn’t mean the freedom to look at her the way you always did.

You hesitated- avoiding her eyes. “Are you sure,” you questioned. This was more than just showing up, Mina had never brought any of her friends into public eye, especially not the ones that weren’t in her industry. . To the world, Myoui Mina was the face of the brand—the "Human Fendi," poised and ethereal. To you, she was the woman who stole your hoodies and liked her tea with exactly two drops of honey.

She hummed nodding assuringly, she’d already made up her mind, you knew there was no escaping it now. Once Mina set her mind to something there was no chance to debate.

"As what?" you had asked quietly.

Mina’s fingers had paused.

That fraction of hesitation had felt louder than any answer.

"As my guest," she had said finally, meeting your eyes. There had been something vulnerable there — something rarely visible to anyone else. "I know it’s not… everything. But I don’t want to keep you away from parts of my life anymore."

For four years, your relationship had existed in the quiet spaces: darkened cinemas, secluded villas, and late-night FaceTime calls while she traveled the world. But for the Fendi Fall/Winter collection in Rome, Mina had decided she wanted you there. Not as a secret tucked away in a hotel room, but as her "guest"—a mysterious, elegant companion who would share the air she breathed

Your chest had tightened. Because loving Mina had always meant understanding the invisible lines drawn around her. There were places you didn’t go. Roles you didn’t play. Photos you didn’t exist in.

You had told yourself it didn’t hurt.

But it had, sometimes.

Still — she had asked. And that was more than enough to you.

"Okay," you had said.

The relief that flooded her expression had been subtle, but you had seen it. You always see it. And you’d agree a million time just to see it again.

Once the invitation arrived just a week later, it all finally seemed to settle in. The invitation was heavy, a cream-colored cardstock embossed with the iconic double-F logo. You were really doing this.

Yes, it wasn’t a confession or loud exclamation to the world, but it was something.

The Fendi showroom had felt like stepping into a different atmosphere — one scented with polished leather and expensive perfume, where every surface gleamed and every voice carried quiet authority.

You had walked half a step behind Mina at first, instinctively letting her lead. Staff had greeted her with familiarity, admiration carefully balanced with professionalism.

She had belonged there.

You hadn’t.

At least, that was how it had felt.

When Mina had announced she wanted a custom piece made for you, the room had shifted almost imperceptibly. Assistants had glanced at each other. Clipboards had tilted.

You had stiffened. "Mina, that’s not necessary—"

Her hand had tightened around yours.

"It is," she had said simply.

Her tone had left no room for argument.

They had measured you carefully. The tape had glided around your shoulders, your waist, your hips. Designers had murmured about silhouettes and balance — something that complemented Mina’s structured black gown without overpowering it.

"I want it to be an extension of me," Mina had whispered as the tailor took your measurements. She stood behind you, her chin resting on your shoulder, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror. "When people see you, they should feel like they're seeing the other half of a secret."

The dress was a masterpiece: a floor-length slip silhouette with a dramatic low back and a subtle slit that revealed a glimpse of leg. It was understated yet dangerously sophisticated.

Mina had watched every second.

Like someone memorizing you.

When you had finally been alone in the fitting room together, the quiet had felt almost sacred. The sample fabric had brushed cool against your skin as Mina had stepped behind you.

She had rested her hands on your waist, chin hovering near your shoulder.

The dress was a masterpiece: a floor-length slip silhouette with a dramatic low back and a subtle slit that revealed a glimpse of leg. It was understated yet dangerously sophisticated.

"You don’t look out of place," she had murmured, as if she could hear your thoughts. "You look exactly where you’re supposed to be."

Your reflection in the mirror had shown the two of you standing close — intimate, natural.

But only in private.

"It still won’t be real," you had whispered.

Her eyes softened.

"It’s real to me."

And somehow, that had been enough.

The night of the event had arrived wrapped in flash photography.

Rome was bathed in a golden, dusty sunset. The Palazzo, Fendi’s headquarters, was illuminated by thousands of lights. As the black sedan pulled up, the roar of the crowd and the strobe-light flash of cameras became a physical wall of sound.

The venue had glowed beneath city lights, the Fendi emblem illuminated against sleek architecture. Mina took your hand inside the car, her thumb stroking your knuckles. Her own outfit was a structured, cream leather ensemble—sharp, cold, and beautiful.

"Stay close," she murmured. "If it gets too much, look at me. Just me."

 The black car door had opened, and Mina had stepped out first.

The transformation had been immediate.

Her posture had straightened. Her expression had settled into that composed, elegant calm the world adored. The black satin gown had hugged her perfectly, gold detailing catching the light with every step.

Then you had followed.

For half a second, the cameras had stuttered.

The silk of your dress had flowed like liquid light, delicate crystal embroidery scattering flashes across your figure. It had fit flawlessly — not loud, not excessive, but impossible to ignore.

Mina had offered her hand.

Professionally.

But her thumb had pressed lightly against your knuckles, grounding you.

The red carpet was a blur. Mina moved with the grace of a swan, pausing for photos with an effortless tilt of her head. You walked a few paces behind, as per the plan, appearing as part of her "entourage" to the prying eyes of Dispatch, but the way her eyes constantly sought yours out told a different story.

Inside, the atmosphere had hummed. Low music. Clinking glasses. Conversations layered over one another like fabric.

You had stayed near Mina at first, your proximity subtle but deliberate. When she had been pulled into discussions with executives and photographers, you had drifted slightly aside — close enough to be associated, far enough to avoid suspicion.

You had perfected that dance.

Smile. Nod. Step back.

But that night, something had felt different.

Maybe it had been the way people looked at you — curious, assessing.

Or maybe it had been the way Mina’s gaze had kept returning to you, checking, anchoring.

The after-party was held at a private rooftop overlooking the Colosseum. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and aged wine.

The after party unfolded in warmer tones — dim lighting, velvet seating, champagne that burned a little smoother than it should have.

Mina was pulled away for a mandatory photo-op with the brand's creative directors. "I’ll be ten minutes," she promised, squeezing your hand before disappearing into a circle of elite fashion moguls. . You had watched her laugh softly, poised and magnetic. You loved her like that.

Even when she wasn’t looking at you.

You retreated to a balcony, leaning against the cold stone and watching the Roman skyline.

"The view is breathtaking, but I think the dress is doing most of the work."

You turned to find a tall, striking woman leaning against the railing a few feet away. It was Ahn Yujin. The IVE leader looked incredible in a sheer Fendi top and tailored trousers. She held a glass of champagne, her smile bright and predatory in the way only a top-tier idol’s can be.

"You’re a guest, right?" Her charm radiating effortlessly even on those normal innocent words.

She had been dressed in tailored perfection, confidence stitched into every line.

"Yeah," you had replied, offering a polite smile.

"I haven't seen you at these events before," Yujin continued, stepping closer. You weren’t sure if she knew who you were—Mina’s management had been very careful to keep your identity vague. To Yujin, you were just a stunning stranger who looked like you belonged on a runway.

"A guest with impeccable taste," Yujin countered. She leaned in, her voice dropping an octave, a playful, flirtatious glint in her eyes. "You know, the VIP lounge is a bit more private if you're tired of the noise. I could use someone interesting to talk to. Rome is lonely when you're only surrounded by cameras."

She reached out, her fingers grazing your forearm as she gestured toward the lounge. It was a classic move—charming, confident, and entirely unaware of the fire she was playing with.

However, you were bored and oblivious. Mina was busy anyway so what bad could some conversation with a charming, interesting stranger be? So, you obliged and followed her toward the empty lounge.

"I don’t think we’ve met before," she had said, stepping slightly closer so she wouldn’t have to raise her voice over the music. "You’re not in the industry?"

"No."

Her eyes had flickered with interest.

"That explains it," she had said lightly. "You look… refreshingly unpolished. In a good way."

You had laughed softly, unsure whether to take that as a compliment.

Yujin had asked about your work, your interests. She had listened closely, her focus undivided in a way that had felt intentional.

Her hand had settled briefly at the small of your back when someone brushed past.

It had lingered a fraction too long.

Across the room, Mina had seen it.

She hadn’t interrupted.

She hadn’t called you over.

She had simply watched.

She didn't storm over. That wasn't her style. Instead, she finished her conversation with a sharp, polite nod and began to walk. Her pace was slow, but her aura shifted instantly. The "Human Fendi" was gone, replaced by the protective, possessive woman who had spent four years hiding her most precious treasure from the world.

Her expression hadn’t changed — but her shoulders had gone rigid.

You hadn’t noticed at first. You had been too busy navigating Yujin’s easy charisma, the way she leaned in when you spoke, the teasing edge in her voice.

She moved closer toward you, leaning in to ask whats been on her mind since the beginning of the after-party, “so… who is the lucky person that got to bring you to the event today?”

You had been talking to her all night, and there was no harm in telling her. So you leaned toward her and whispered over “Mina, im here as her friend”

"Careful," she had murmured playfully. "If Mina keeps bringing guests like you, she’ll outshine the rest of us ambassadors."

Your heart had skipped — not because of Yujin.

Mina appeared beside you like a ghost. She didn't look at Yujin first. She looked at your arm where Yujin’s fingers had been.

"Yujin-ssi," Mina said, her voice like velvet-covered ice.

Yujin straightened up, looking surprised. "Mina-sunbaenim! I was just getting to know your... friend."

Mina stepped into your space, her shoulder brushing yours, her hand sliding firmly around your waist—a gesture that was far too intimate for "just friends."

"She’s tired," Mina said, her eyes locking onto Yujin’s with a cold intensity that made the younger idol blink. "And we were just leaving. Enjoy your night."

Without waiting for a response, Mina led you away. She didn't say a word as you navigated the crowd. Her grip on your waist was tight, her knuckles probably turning white.

When you had finally glancedup from the firm hand on your waist, your eyes had met hers.

There had been something darker there.

Not anger.

Possession.

You definitely fucked up.

The car had been quiet-deafening. Mina stared out the window, her jaw set.

City lights had blurred past the window in streaks of gold and white.

Mina’s hand had rested on your thigh. It felt tense, not like the usual soothing tracing of her thumb your car rides usually involved.

She still hadn’t looked at you since you exited the venue.

"You seemed comfortable," she had said finally, her voice calm — too calm. You could feel the sarcasm that was threatening to drip from her tone.

You turned toward her. "I was just being polite." You weren’t lying, yet the drumming in your chest only grew louder.

"She was flirting with you, you know?”

It wasn’t a question.

You hesitated. "Maybe-" You didn’t even attempt to explain or justify yourself further when her jaw clenched tighter than before.

Her fingers tightened almost imperceptibly.

Silence had stretched the rest of the ride.

The suite door had clicked shut behind you.

The quiet had felt charged.

Mina had turned slowly.

The composure she had worn all evening had slipped, revealing something rawer beneath. The moment the door to the penthouse suite finally clicked shut, the tension snapped. You barely had time to kick off your heels before Mina turned, pinning you against the mahogany door.

"Did you enjoy it?" she had asked.

You had stepped closer. "The event?"

She scoffed at the audacity of your answer, “you must be joking with me right? You know what im talking about,” Her eyes were staring daggers into yours, “so, you did you enjoy it huh”

"Her attention."

There it had been.

You had reached for her face gently. "I only went because you asked me to."

"She was touching you," Mina whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of exhaustion and jealousy. She buried her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if to reclaim you. "She was looking at you like she could just have you."

Her jaw tightened. "I didn’t like the way she touched you."

The honesty in her voice had stolen your breath.

For so long, you had been the one swallowing jealousy — watching fans scream her name, seeing other idols cling to her arm for photos.

You had never asked her to choose you publicly.

And yet that night, she had looked like she might.

"You don’t get jealous," you had murmured softly. “Whats going on with you tonight?”

Her eyes had met yours.

"I do," she had admitted. "I just don’t show it."

The air between you had thickened.

She had stepped closer, hands sliding around your waist — not aggressive, not rushed — but deliberate.

"I didn't even know who she was at first, Minari. I was waiting for you."

Mina pulled back, her dark eyes searching yours. The polished idol was gone. Her hair was slightly mussed, her lipstick faded. "I hate it," she confessed, her voice cracking. "I hate that I have to share the room with people who think they have a chance. I hate that I can't tell the world you're mine."

She dropped her gaze to the custom-made dress, the one she had designed to make you look like her other half. Her hands traced the silk down to your hips.

"You’re mine, right?" she had whispered, her forehead resting against yours.

Her voice wasn’t laced with a sense of ownership.

Just Devotion.

You had exhaled shakily. "Then don’t look at me like I’m something you have to hide."

That had hit.

Her expression had faltered.

"I’m trying," she had said quietly. "Tonight was… me trying."

"You looked too beautiful tonight," she murmured, a possessive smirk finally tugging at her lips. "I think for the rest of the trip, you’re staying in the room. With me."

And suddenly, the jealousy had faded into something softer.

She kissed you then—— slow at first, careful, like she was grounding herself in something real after hours of performance, the soft, tentative kisses that lingered in comfort, but then it turned into something deep, demanding, and full of the fire she’d been holding back all night. The lights of Rome twinkled outside the window, but inside the room, the world was narrowed down to just the two of you, the scent of expensive silk, and the quiet promise that no matter who looked, you only ever belonged to her.

Her hands had traced the curve of the dress she chose for you, fingertips reverent.

Not claiming.

Appreciating.

When she pulled back, her voice was barely steady.

"One day, I won’t have to pretend you’re just a guest."

You had rested your forehead against hers.

"Until then," you had whispered, "I’ll stand wherever you need me."

The city had glowed beyond the curtains.

Inside the suite, there had been no cameras.

No ambassadors.

No pretending.

And then she kissed you again.

Not the careful kiss from moments before.

This one was deeper. Slower. Intentional.

Her hands slid from your waist to your hips, fingers pressing just firmly enough to make you feel how steady she was — how certain. The silk of your dress shifted beneath her

Her mouth moved against yours like she was memorizing you all over again, like she needed to replace every second she had watched someone else stand too close. Every breath she exhaled felt warm and controlled, but beneath it you could feel the jealousy still lingering — not sharp, not angry.

Protective.

"I hated it," she murmured against your lips, her voice softer now. "The way she looked at you like she could have you."

Your fingers slid into her hair, tilting her face back just enough to meet her eyes.

"She couldn’t," you whispered. "No one could."

Something in her expression shifted — tension easing into something darker and more tender at the same time.

Her hands, usually so gentle when they held your face, now moved with a quiet urgency, tangling in your hair to keep you exactly where she wanted you.

Mina’s lips left yours to trail down your jawline, her breath hot against your skin. "Mine," she whispered, the word vibrating against your pulse point. Her fingers found the zipper of the midnight silk dress, a slow, deliberate slide that echoed in the quiet suite. As the fabric pooled around your feet, she didn't let you move away. She kept you anchored to her, her hands roaming over the curves of your waist with a firm, territorial pressure that left no room for doubt.

She guided you toward the bed, never breaking the heavy, dark gaze that seemed to want to memorize every inch of you. When you were beneath her, the expensive leather of her Fendi jacket felt cool against your skin, but the heat radiating from Mina was overwhelming. She moved with a feline grace, pinning your wrists gently but firmly above your head.

"I spent all night watching everyone look at you," she murmured, her thumbs stroking the sensitive skin of your inner wrists. Her voice was soft, but the possessive edge remained. "Now you only look at me."

Every touch was a claim—the way her teeth grazed your shoulder, leaving faint marks she would later kiss with a bruising tenderness. Her weight settled over you, and you could feel the rhythmic thud of her heart against your chest, matching your own. the way her weight settled over you, the way her eyes darkened as she watched your reaction to her. She was thorough and slow, as if she were rewriting the memories of the night, replacing the flashes of cameras and the wandering eyes of strangers with the singular, intense reality of her touch. Her hands moved lower, tracing the arch of your back, pulling you flush against her until there was no space left for anything but the heat between you.

As the night deepened, the jealousy that had fueled her earlier softened into a desperate, aching need to be close. Her movements became more fluid, more tender, but no less demanding. She worshiped your body with a quiet, focused intensity, her lips finding every spot that left you gasping for more of her.her fingers mapping out  and tracing of your pleasure as if it were a masterpiece she had personally commissioned

 Between the tangled sheets and the lingering scent of her perfume, Mina ensured that by the time the sun began to peek over the Roman horizon, the only thing you could feel, think, or remember was her. The world outside could have the "Human Fendi," but in this room, shrouded in the blue light of dawn you were the only one who truly had Myoui Mina. And she made sure you felt exactly how much she belonged to you, just as much as you belonged to her.

Just you — and the girl who had chosen you. One day it might even be In a room full of flashing lights.

A/n: very short and rushed and BUMS, but i know if i let this sit any longer I'd loose interest or feel guilty for being inactive too long

ALSO YAAY I had to feed my own mina delusions since I've already scowerd the universe and read them all