#somi

For all intents and purposes, remember this is a work of fiction.

"Have I told you how much I hate the fact that you changed companies?"

"Only every comeback since I did that," Somi laughed quietly at her PA manager. Every time she released a new song, they would review the various folders to ensure all the paperwork was in order. Every time they did that, he would sigh deeply when the debt folder appeared next on his laptop.

"You know? Yours is already one of the longest-running debts in the industry. At least for an idol who's still active and considered successful," he peeked at her silhouette as she lay on the large sofa with her bare legs in the air, stretching her arms. "We would have been done with this if the interest rate hadn't gone up, and if you did these servicing sessions a bit more often."

His voice showed his frustration and his concern for her. Debuting in the K-pop industry meant becoming deeply in debt from training alone. More often than not, that can be paid out of pocket or with actual money after debuting, with added interest. There was also the option of paying that debt in the same and only way debut debt can be cleared: sleeping with investors, also known simply as Servicing.

Second-generation groups helped standardize the process and began practices such as 'tributing,' in which one or a few members serve to protect younger members, usually underage, from such experiences. The noble act became so popular that most people referred to it by that name, but soloists had no choice but to do it themselves.

While hanging companies before the debut debt is cleared is possible, it adds annual interest to the original debt, which must be cleared through the same methods. This does not account for any new debut debt added by the new company. In the case of I.O.I, due to the short contract length, it was agreed before Produce 101 started that the debut debt would be split evenly among the selected members and carried after contract termination. Because of Somi's young age and lack of interest in servicing acts at the time, her debt grew much longer than she anticipated, causing an almost eternal headache for her Private Affairs (PA) Manager.

"Maybe if the investors would make it interesting instead of just shoving it in until they cum, I would do it more often! They could learn a thing or two from Prada," she smirked proudly, spreading her legs and running her finger over her covered pussy.

Some idols were approached by recognized brands, offering them global coverage in exchange for their bodies; more often than not, that involves some orgy or gangbang. Despite the income entering their pockets, that money is for themselves and can't be used to clear their debut debt. "How much is there left to pay anyway?" Somi turned to her side, widening her eyes with a playful smile.

"If you were to do it all this year, two or three servicing sessions." He shrugged, raising his eyebrows, knowing well she would be the one to decide the next step. Somi sighed in disappointment. "After Ice Cream, we received some decent offers," he added.

"Why can't I get some good deals like Twice or Aespa?" She whined, pouting and crossing her arms.

"You know how these guys move. They look at the safety of the company first, then at who they could fuck," he explained, shaking his head and pressing his index and middle fingers on his temple. The idols' debt must be repaid through an intricate network of trusted investors. Reputation is a valuable asset for both parties, as any accident or information leak could result in significant losses beyond the monetary. "As much as everybody would like to take a bite at you, they don't trust the label that much, you know?"

"Do you want to take a bite at me?" Somi grinned, grabbing her left tit tightly, making it squish through her fingers.

"Water is wet," he scoffed, enjoying the view. "But after this last comeback, you got new investors interested in the label."

"Any good review there?"

"Same as usual," he scoffed, quickly passing through the tabs of their profiles, which included anonymous reviews of idols who served them.

"Then what's the point? All of these old guys want me to be their escort, or their personal prostitute for a night." She sat on the couch, ogling him. "If I'm going to let some random people use my body," she purred, catwalking towards him as she took off her blouse. "At least I should enjoy it as well, shouldn't I?" She knelt with a straight back as she unhooked her bra, removing it to let her tits hang freely.

"Somi…" The manager sighed, admiring the shape of her breasts. They were like a perfect drop of dense liquid, refusing to lose their consistency despite the heavy weight they carried.

"What?" She smiled, crawling under the table. "You look like you need an incentive to get me out of this boring legal shithole, and you seem too stressed out to keep working," she added, unbuckling his belt and getting her hand in his trousers to get his semihard cock out, chuckling when it went rock hard in her hand.

"What do you want exactly?" He got comfortable, getting a good view of her big eyes as she licked the underside of his shaft and kissed its tip.

"Something fun! Something I can actually masturbate to just by remembering it. Something worth my time and my pussy," she sneered before taking his dick into her mouth, sucking it slowly while her tongue swirled around his frenulum.

"Need I remind you they are my bosses? You know there's always a catch with these guys," he grunted, letting the pleasure cloud his mind.

"Usually a fun catch," she replied, quickly licking his frenulum as her spit fell down his shaft. "Good thing you always look for my interests as much as theirs," she smirked, kissing his glans before pressing her boobs around his length.

"I'll see what I can do." He shook his head, chuckling while he let Somi blow him at her pace.

A week later, right after getting out of the shower, she got a video call from her manager.

"You got cameras here or something?" She joked, unapologetically displaying her full naked body on camera while she applied some products to her hair.

"You're so damn lucky I'm alone here, but if you want me to install cameras in every corner of your room, that's fine with me," he replied, taking a screenshot as she posed for him; a common ritual for them.

"It doesn't sound like a bad idea, you know? What's up?" She asked, getting back to her hair routine.

"Upper management has a proposal for you. Do you want to hear it now, or do you want me to go there?"

"Here's fine, I'm not feeling like getting visits today," she winked, turning around quickly to show her butt plug and wink.

"Sometimes I hate you."

"I know! But talk!"

"Are you familiar with reverse glory holes?"

"No, but it seems I'll get familiar with them," she smirked, already interested. "What makes them different than usual glory holes?"

"Well, basically, you'll be lying down on a sort of bed attached to a wall with holes. Instead of men getting their dicks in the hole, you get your ass in it, maybe all of your lower body. You won't be seeing who's using your pussy or your ass."

"Did they say how many men will get in line?" She bit her lower lip, imagining herself already there.

"That's part of the catch. They didn't say. They just mentioned it would be employees."

"What? Employees?"

"Their idea! Supposedly to 'increase their morale.' They insisted everyone would have to use the provided condoms in the room."

"The fuck? They know I like to go raw," she murmured to herself. "Any other catch?"

"The remaining amount in your debt is too little to make any future servicing session not worth the deal unless you wait two more years of interest."

"Aish… There's no way they'll agree to something else, right?"

"I wouldn't be calling if I hadn't tried it all already."

"That's the reason why you have special privileges with me!" She got close to the camera to blow a kiss, then posed again to display her heavy tits and her bald pussy, spreading it for him to see her inner lips.

"I fucking hate you."

"Then fuck me like that when it's your turn in the glory hole." She winked, taking her plug out to clean it with her mouth. "Any hole you want… Right?"

He sighed. "Yes, they requested both holes."

"Then I'm in!"

Unfortunately for Somi, the day of her session kept getting delayed. Just as she feared, the arranged date had clashed with her father's return to Korea. He was informed of the shady side of the K-pop industry when Somi first enrolled as a trainee at the tender age of thirteen. Despite trying to talk her out of it, she insisted, aware of what her future could entail. Years later, he had also benefited from that part of the industry after his small appearances in dramas and shows.

Neither he nor Somi was keen on the idea of seeing each other before or after she had to go through one of her sessions. For her, it was shameful to be seen in a weak physical state, a common consequence of whatever the investors had done to her. For him, the mental images of what they could have possibly done to his daughter went further than what had actually happened.

For both of them, ignorance was bliss. Even though their early conversations on the topic had created enough trust between them to talk about other random encounters to the point of asking for advice from each other, they had agreed not to talk about any work-related sexual services they experienced. The company's staff ensured Somi's dad would be kept occupied until the following morning, giving her time to recover a bit.

By the time she noticed, the day had finally arrived. Somi and her PA manager arrived early. Her outfit was something simple and comfortable for the occasion. A pair of sandals that showed off her black pedicure, some shorts that barely covered her ass, a cropped tee that hugged her udders tightly, accentuating the lack of bra, and a lightweight cardigan that did nothing to cover her silhouette.

It may not be the best fit to meet one of the men operating in the shadows, but she figured that if the actual Chairman and the company's most trusted lawyer wanted to see her, she better make a statement from the get-go. However, when they passed her on to the office to sign the deal, the environment, the talk, the mood, everything remained strictly professional.

The remaining amount of her debt was so stupidly small that it felt like a poor taste joke. Upon reading the contract, they realized there was no mention of how many people would have access to her body, only that employees and their guests could enter the area and use the facility, which, of course, included her.

Just as her manager had mentioned, it was explicitly stated that all of the men who attempted to have intercourse with her would need to make use of a condom. This, despite everyone having already been tested for any STDs, and her having a contraceptive implant. That specific clause kept confusing her, considering they knew, from the beginning, that she was more than fine with being a cumdump. It only added to the frustration of not clearing her debt that day.

After signing, they guided her to the building's basement, beneath the parking area. Unlike the old Big Three or Hybe, The Black Label often refused to book a large village, house, or even a penthouse for debut debt clearance, as that would reduce the amount of money going toward the debt itself.

Somi had already been there a couple of times, but she was surprised by the little cubicle they had added on the left side of the entrance, out of which a box-like chamber took up the very center of the place. The structure included a series of holes. One at the bottom, where her legs would come out and be tied to the wall with the pair of shackles. Each side had one small hole, where men could stick their dicks and balls, and a larger hole, where they could stick their arm to grab her body.

"That's better than I thought," she admitted, appreciating the bottles of lube, the strips of condoms, and a box with different sex toys, from which she focused on the whip. "You know I have a photoshoot in a few days."

"I also know how to put on a show without jeopardizing my assets, just as much as I know everything you like, little one," the Chairman said, relaxing his whole body and loosening his tie. Suddenly, the scary man became desirable to her, particularly the gray hairs on his sideburns. "Please follow us."

They went to the back of the room and entered a door that led to the cubicle, which only Somi, her manager, and the Chairman had access to. The bench looked surprisingly comfortable, shaped to help her support her body for longer, even though her legs would later be restricted. It was equipped with a leather belt that would secure at her waist and cupholders on the sides, already occupied by lube dispensers and water bottles with straws. Above it, a little light, for those who peek through the holes to see her body. Right where her head would rest, they also had a cushioned barrier with a two-way mirror, a pair of leather handcuffs on each side of the headrest, and a single leather belt for her head.

"The only ones who know who will be tonight's slut are in this basement right now," the Chairman explained, standing in the narrow corner that gave access to the chamber. "All other employees just know we're having an elite prostitute to celebrate the label's ninth anniversary since its founding."

"Elite prostitute?" She scoffed with a smirk, gawked at the man's eyes.

"Do you have any problem with the terminology?" He asked, challenging her.

"Not really," she replied, making her way to the bench, pressing her tight ass against his crotch. "I appreciate the status recognition, though," she added with a flirty smile, inspecting the holes through which hands and dicks will be entering.

"As you can see, if at some moment you want to take a break from stroking our staff, you can close them to take a rest." It was obvious that a lot of thought had gone into building the little chamber. However, Somi quickly realized there was no way to stop anything from happening to her lower half, so she turned back to him, raising one eyebrow. "That is by design. After all, that is the main attraction."

"And if I need to pee or something?" She joked, pressing her fingers on her pussy.

"I would recommend you to do it now instead," he smirked. "You still have forty minutes before we start. I suggest you get comfortable."

She tried the bench, resting her head right at the level of the Chairman's bulge. "Don't pretend you won't be using me." Her arrogant smile almost made him ignore her underboobs, looming from under her top.

"I will lead by example, Miss." He reached for the inner pocket of his jacket, taking two laced pieces of fabric. "Here's your outfit for the night, by the way."

"Thank you!" She smiled brightly, taking them and quickly sliding the leg garters over her long legs, making sure they tightened around her upper thighs. "Boss, since there is still plenty of time," Somi ogled at him, slowly reaching for his crotch. "How about I suck your cocks outside here until we begin?" Her left arm stretched towards his manager. "You two can consider it a 'thank you' for taking such good care of me."

"I've always liked the way you think," the Chairman smirked. "I also expect you'll be okay with one of us getting inside this place for another blowjob from time to time. I imagine for a whore like you, getting dick after dick can become boring," he added, getting close to her face.

"And I thought you wouldn't care about my own entertainment," she replied sarcastically. Happily, she walked out of the chamber, surprising the lawyer. "Hi!" She greeted him, signaling him to get closer. She stood proudly, swinging her covered tits side to side while the Chairman and her manager walked behind her. "Is it okay if he joins too?" She asked the men behind her, holding her fingers to make her arms squeeze her tits.

The Chairman turned to the company's lawyer. "As long as there's no vaginal or anal penetration of any kind from us, there is no breach of contract," he stated, making Somi grin at the absurdity of the situation, since they were the ones building that contract.

With a nod from the men, and confident in every centimeter of her skin, she did not hesitate to strip. A single shoulder movement let her cardigan fall, followed by her shorts, revealing a pair of black panties that did nothing to cover her cunt. Knowing their eyes were on her, she quickly took her crop off and slid her panties down her legs. "How do they look?" She modeled her long, slim legs, posing to show her best angles.

"Just as I expected," the Chairman smirked, getting close to her, holding her by her waist with his left hand, making her flinch. "Don't forget I own you for as long as your contract is valid."

"No one owns…" The loud slap on her face caused her heart to skip a beat. The following tight grip on her neck brought her back to reality in an instant.

"I. Do." The Chairman's voice felt ominous, and yet, it shook her core, wetting her folds.

"Fuck," she mouthed, scanning his lips and the growth of his graying facial hair. She bit her lower lip, pressing her legs together.

"Everything you like," he reminded her in a whisper, pulling her close to his face to kiss her. She resisted for a couple of seconds, too aware of the itching his skin produced on her. The grip on her pipe tightened until she melted and kissed him back, taking her breath directly from him. "Remember that."

She nodded with a lustful smile. His hand released her neck. He didn't talk. He simply eyed down, and Somi knelt, quickly unbuckling his belt and releasing his semi-hard dick. With a light nod from him, she sucked on it, pumping his blood to harden it.

"You were right," he expressed to the manager. "She truly knows how to suck a cock."

Somi quickly turned to see her manager. "Told you," he mouthed with a bit of regret in his eyes. She blew him a kiss and signaled him to get closer. Her manager was just a pawn for them, obliged to share any valuable information. She held no grudge against him. If anything, she was thankful that, thanks to him, a series of bitter experiences was, at the very least, bittersweet. Now it was up to her to enjoy it.

Without losing focus on the blowjob, she quickly spat on her hand and took the familiar shaft of her manager to stroke him just the way he liked it. His soft grunt raised her confidence enough to call the lawyer.

"Don't get shy now, old man," the Chairman scoffed. "We'll be the only ones using her mouth today," he declared, caressing her cheek while she smoothly took the layer's erect penis out.

Surrounded by their members, Somi showed off her multitasking skills. Starting from left to right, she stroked two of them at once while blowing the third. First, her manager. She did every maneuver he loved just enough to edge him, always flirting with her eyes. Then, the Chairman. She let herself be used, bobbing her head consistently at the pace he shoved his cock in her mouth, always suctioning his glans and keeping eye contact.

Lastly, the lawyer. He awakened something she had not rationalized. She knew her manager was in his late thirties and the Chairman was in his mid-forties, but the lawyer looked older, mainly because of his salt-and-pepper hair. His shaft, however, kept his young spirit.

"How old are you?" She asked him, getting in his groin to kiss and lick his sack.

"Turned fifty a month ago," he replied, quickly sharing a complicit half-smile with the Chairman. She laughed, suddenly capturing his manhood with her mouth and taking his length down her throat. "Is she always like this?" He asked the manager, controlling his groans.

"Only when she likes a response," he stated, moaning when she squeezed his girth and pulled him closer towards her.

Willingly exposed, hungry, and at a clear disadvantage, Somi saw no point in pretending. Her wrists moved expertly through their spit-covered cocks, going from one to the other, letting them slap her face with their meat, spread her droll through her cheeks, and grope her tits as they pleased.

She missed the arousal of multiple warm, slippery shafts poking her cheeks and the careless handling of her body. The occasional hair-tugging made her squirm, and the constant pinching of her clear nipples, pulling them towards them was fun. She loved to feel them fight for her attention just as much as the lack of control. That would be her drive for the rest of the day.

Soon, the lawyer held her head, grunting. Somi gladly swallowed his dick, sucking it with drunken eyes.

"Paint her face," the Chairman instructed, making her grin. She let go of his girth and sat obediently, placing her hands behind her back, pouting as the lawyer slapped her cheek with his shaft until his jizz landed right under her eye.

Somi smiled warmly, waiting for him to finish so she could suck his tip one more time to take any remaining drops of cum directly from the penis that, in her mind, was as old as the one that brought her to this world. The mere thought made her engulf his manhood until her manager pulled her head towards him. "How do I look?" She purred, massaging his balls with one hand and stroking the Chairman with the other.

"Exactly like what you are," he scoffed, subtly patting her head three times. "A pretty cum dump," he chuckled, watching her mouth those exact words at the same time. Then, he exploded, landing the first shot of semen directly on her left eye, spreading his load throughout her face, including her forehead.

Battling to open her sticky eye, she leered at the Chairman as she licked the tip of the manager, making a whole erotic performance out of it. "Can I?" She asked, using her best dumb slut face to get close to his glans.

"Finish the job," he ordered without touching her head.

Somi willingly took him back into her mouth and sucked him to the best of her ability, quickly pumping more and more blood to his tip while her tongue swirled around it. It didn't take long for him to groan, announcing his climax. Somi finished him, suctioning his cock while her tongue licked his slit until his load was enough for her to swish loudly. She opened her mouth for him to see her tongue disappearing in the forming pool of semen while her eyes crossed.

"I trust you, gentlemen, will also want a copy of this, right?" He growled, shooting the last ropes of his seed onto her upper lip.

Somi hummed, keeping her mouth open and tilting her head.

"Oh, didn't we tell you? We've got cameras in different places to capture every angle." The Chairman stroked his dick slowly as she scanned the place, finding more and more little cameras. "Don't worry, we'll give you a copy so you can see how much of a… What was it? Pretty cum dump you are."

She giggled, gargled his load, ensuring every millimeter of her teeth and gums was painted by his sperm before swallowing it loudly. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, moving her tongue to show there were no remains. "I know I look gorgeous covered in cum," she purred as she stood up, holding the manager's and the lawyer's shafts. "It's a shame this is the only bit of cum that I'll get today," she whispered, getting close to the Chairman's face.

He didn't flinch. He only grinned, admiring the plaster of semen on her whole face. "A shame, really," he agreed, holding her heavy tit and pinching her nipple. "Now get ready. People are waiting, and I want to fuck you."

Somi grinned and chuckled, tiptoeing and sticking her tongue to lick his lip. "I hope you like my elite pussy," she whispered before stepping back with her manager, who had already collected her clothes. Just as they made eye contact, he signaled her to follow him to the cubicle.

"I am dripping right now," she chuckled when he closed the door. "Did you see how he choked me?" She hummed, remembering the feeling, the lack of agency. She ran her fingers through her folds to collect a bit of her nectar, licking her digits. "Want some?"

"I think I'm good, thank you," he replied, folding her clothes and patting the bench for her to get on it.

"What is it? You never look so blue after you paint my face," she scoffed as she jumped to sit on what will be her habitat for the rest of the day. "Don't you like it when I drink other people's cum?" Somi pouted, stretching her leg to make him turn.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, quickly turning to her and pulling her from her nipples. She whined, but kept her aroused face. "I know the kind of slut you are. I don't fucking care whose load you swallow. I just can't tell you what's getting on my nerves right now, okay?" He twisted her nipples and released them.

"Gosh, I love it when you do that," Somi sighed. "Is it the catch in this whole thing?" She asked, pulling him closer with her leg.

He didn't say anything. "Just remember, they are the ones pulling the strings."

"I know," she chuckled. "I know that too damn well. Whatever happens, I won't blame you one bit!" Her hands ran up his torso. "I would kiss you right now, but I don't want to mess up my skin care routine," she joked to lighten the mood. "Whatever is causing that stress, that anger… Use it to fuck me later, alright?" She added, taking so he could hug her.

"Oh, you know I will," he replied, quickly pulling her hair, forcing her to lie down. "But I have to get you ready."

Somi got through the hole in the wall. As she grew comfortable, her manager explained that once she was secured, she wouldn't be able to get out until they were done with her. "It'll be your fault if I fall asleep here," she grimaced, stretching her arms as he secured her waist, adding a padlock after the belt was tight enough to keep her in place, but barely loose enough for her to breathe. After that, he pressed a button that inflated the circumference of the hole surrounding her lower belly, leaving no space for her to see beyond the chamber, or for anyone outside to peek inside. 'That's a bummer,' she thought. "Will you help me with my legs?" She asked cutely.

"I'll do more than that," he replied, running his fingers through her torso before lowering the barrier for her face. It stopped under her collarbone. The mechanism was simple. A two-way mirror with the lower end shaped to allow some movement, and secured with a padded edge to avoid any accidents. It looked sturdy and fairly lightweight, judging by how he moved it before getting out.

He had left her phone handy, knowing the possibility of her getting bored was genuine, not just a joke. She remembered the small holes on her sides and decided to close them, as an extra treat if she felt like doing more later. Wiggling her toes, she decided to make a video call to a friend. Luckily for her, the barrier allowed her to move her arms under it as she pleased. Even better for her, her friend answered quickly.

"You whore! Whose cum is that?" Chaeyoung asked, happily surprised by the plaster semen on her friend's face.

"My manager's, and one of the company's lawyers," Somi replied proudly, brushing her finger on it to taste it.

"A lawyer? Are you tributing right now?"

"About to start. I think I'm getting my legs and pussy oiled right now," she chuckled, releasing a soft moan when his fingers ran through her outer lips, firmly grabbing her flesh.

"It seems? Can't you see what they're doing to you?"

"Noup!" She changed to the back camera to show her point of view. Her plump tits took up most of the camera at the beginning, forcing her to raise her arm.

"Whoa! You truly can't see shit of what's happening outside. Do you know how many are in line waiting?"

"No clue," Somi shrugged, giggling to hold the tickling caused by her manager as he oiled her feet. She returned to selfie mode. "All I know is that they're company people and they could bring guests, so no idea."

"You have to show me how foamy your pussy gets with all that cum!"

"I'd love to, but they're wearing condoms today." She rolled her eyes, running her finger through her face. "This is all the cum I'm getting today, apparently."

"Boo! At least they can also play with your tits!"

"Wait!" Somi saw the Chairman's hand entering the chamber to grab her tit, pinching and pulling her nipple.

"We'll start in a minute," he announced, patting her flat stomach.

"Let me see your face when the first guy gets into your cunt," Chaeyoung requested, clearly starting a screen recording.

"You read my mind," Somi chuckled. She signaled for her to be quiet as she heard the Chairman welcome the guests, mentioning that, while some of them stated they were only there to watch and jerk off, if there were still condoms available and they felt like it, they could put one on and shove it in the 'magnificent cunt' in front of them. Her soles wrinkled unconsciously, provoking the awe of the to-be participants.

"You can grope her, lick what you can of her, fuck her cunt or her ass. Please be mindful of the next person and her well-being. We'd like her to accept another invitation in the future. Keep her lubed. Follow the rules, and you'll be allowed to stay until we're done with her. Break them, and not only will you be taken home, but you'll be thrown naked outside of your house and left without a job. Even if you're not working for me." His tone at the end was dead serious. It caused fear in the listeners, but calm for her.

"Now," he continued, running his hand through her thigh. "The lucky ones. Enjoy."

She shuddered suddenly at the touch of at least six hands grabbing her long legs and feet. Quickly, another pair spread her folds, and two more hands went into the chamber, testing the quality of her breasts. Murmurs between the men, talking about her fit body and firm tits, generated more enthusiasm between them, but a tongue running wide through her petals made her moan softly.

"What?" Chaeyoung asked, a bit confused.

Somi focused on the slight itchiness caused by his facial hair rubbing against her sensitive core. "I think the Chairman's eating my cunt," she whispered with a smile, gathering the semen on her skin to eat it.

"You look really hot sucking that cum."

"Oh, I know!" Somi replied. They laughed as his tongue explored her entrance, and the other men shoved her feet into their mouths. With no other option, she gladly enjoyed the experience, releasing moans and trying to flirt with the camera capturing her from the ceiling, thinking her friend would see her later.

The men massaging her tits seemed adorable to her. 'They have me at their disposal, and they are barely squeezing them,' she thought. Her left hand ventured to clasp one of their hands to firmly grab her own udder. The man understood quickly and repeated the action himself before she did the same with the other hand. Soon, both of them were playing harder with her nipples.

The fun, however, came to an end sooner than she expected. Her expression made Chaeyoung laugh.

"You gentlemen can keep going as you like," the Chairman voiced, stepping away from Somi's pussy. She became expectant, already imagining his veiny manhood getting into her body, but instead, a thunderous whipping sound caused her bald cunt to burn as she grunted. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and a second whiplash made her shiver.

"Now that sounds like my kind of fun," Chaeyoung murmured.

"Kind of understand why you like it so much," Somi panted, yelping at the fourth smack, harder than the rest. The impact left her hips shaking until a loud whimper came out from the depths of her lungs in response to the abrupt insertion of the Chariman's shaft.

"He shoved his cock in you, didn't he?" The short woman asked, getting the phone closer to her face.

"Mhmm!" Somi let out, rolling her eyes as she felt him going in and out. "Fuck yeah," she exclaimed at the precise and surprisingly gentle rub on her clit.

'Everything you like,' echoed in her mind. He was not kidding. Right there, she did not care how on earth he could know exactly how she liked to be pleasured; she just wanted more of that.

"Unnie," she moaned. "Sorry, I'm going to hang," she murmured before whining.

"They'll record everything, right?" her friend asked. Somi grinned, biting her lower lip and nodding. "We'll watch it later, then. Enjoy!" Noticing the blond woman was slowly getting drunk in lust, Chaeyoung ended the call.

With a glance, Somi confirmed it was over and set her phone aside, almost throwing it to ensure the men continued to handle her milkers roughly. They understood, sinking their fingers into her plump breasts, pinching and twisting her pale nipples as they wanted. She didn't love the lack of coordination among the people touching her body, but that added to the mental game of not being in control; that she loved, and a lot.

Knowing what was best for her, she let herself melt at the Chairman's ramming against her cunt. The way he stimulated her clit put her on the right path to her climax, although they would need to work her up a bit more. Earlier, she had purposefully avoided touching her vulva, and now, the realization that there was an unknown number of men outside, watching her being used like the whore she knew she was, increased her arousal even more. Before long, Somi felt her pussy tickling, announcing she was getting close to her orgasm.

'Oh, please no!' She thought, feeling the change of pace in the Chairman, and the hands groping her tits leave. At least the people massaging and licking her feet and toes were still fully on them, but her mental progress towards her climax was cut short.

She huffed, accepting her loss as the cock inside her began twitching and his thrusts became harder. 'How hard was it to just shove it raw?' She lamented to herself, faking an orgasm. She knew more than anything that there was no better way to boost a man's ego than making him believe his dick could send a woman to heaven and back to earth. She also knew businessmen's egos could be fragile, so it was better to play along, making a whole number for him and the cameras.

She rolled her eyes, sending her head back as she raised her voice so everyone could hear her high-pitched whimpers. Her cunt clenched around his girth, and her hips shook arrhythmically. She continued for a bit after he stopped, consciously trying to squeeze his load onto the condom.

"Now, isn't she lovely?" He said, proud of himself, withdrawing his girth from her pulsating walls.

Somi kept her fake post-orgasm expression. 'Maybe if I hadn't blown him, he would have lasted longer… Maybe he did it on purpose', she wondered, remembering his words from earlier and how good his hand felt around her neck.

"Please, let's add every trophy where it belongs," he voiced, tying the condom to her leg garter. "And now, enjoy yourselves."

Her train of thought was interrupted by a stinging whip that landed directly over her clit. She groaned, twisting in her place in a mixture of pain and pleasure. 'How the fuck did…' Another louder, equally precise hit landed on Somi's pussy, but still focused on her clitoris, making her squirm and contract her toes for their delight.

She heard a murmur, followed by yet another whip. This time, it landed slightly lower, spreading through her vulva, making her pink cunt look more vibrant. She learnt something new about her body, she could cum with that kind of abuse, and she liked it more than she'd like to admit. 'Chaeyoung unnie will have a feast with me later,' she chuckled, for a moment before gasping loudly.

A cock quickly stretched her asshole, forcing his way into her rectum until her buttcheeks clapped with the man's pelvis. Before any idea could form, a new set of people gathered around her body, holding her legs, licking her feet, and shoving their hands into the holes to grab her breasts. Every man touching a part of Somi was rougher than the previous batch, biting her thighs and calves, swirling their tongues through her toes, and aggressively torturing her nipples. Probably, if it weren't for the whipping from a few moments ago, the abrupt insertion into her puckerhole would have burned more than it did.

However, with all the hands running through her body, she had to focus on the shaft's girth and length. The way he held her upper thighs, the angle at which he fucked her could likely mean just one person. She clenched her rim three times, as quickly as her muscles allowed her. He replied, tapping three times on her thigh. Her manager.

Somi grinned, happy that he was releasing his tension and anger on her. He could have moved elsewhere ages ago, leaving her alone, to the mercy of whatever Private Affairs Manager was assigned to her. Instead, despite all the stress she caused him, he stayed.

Years ago, after a night of drinking, an idea of her, she had gotten him drunk and taken him to her bed. He woke up to her naked body next to her, still stinking of alcohol. His sudden escape from bed woke her up. She reassured him that she wanted to have sex with him, that she had started every move, and that she wanted to compensate him for all the hard work he had done for her. After that, and a clumpy round of hangovered sex, whenever she saw him pressing his fingers on his temples, she looked for an opportunity to blow him or have him unload his seed inside her holes. Right there, beyond the pleasure of his manhood reshaping her guts, she felt an even greater satisfaction that he had taken her offer.

He was, indeed, fucking her butthole as hard as he could. She could hear his grunts through the audience's murmurs. Without a warning, he stepped back, leaving her pucker hole gaping for a moment before he returned, impaling Somi's ass again as if he never left. He knew how to pound her ass in just the right way to bring her back to the plateau of her orgasm, and even better for her, he knew perfectly how to shut down her brain.

Her trust in him was rewarded sooner than she expected. One of his hands ran through her body, beginning from her bald cunt and slowly reaching to her folds. She giggled at his familiar touch, even more at the soft pinching his digits and his cock made as he explored her cunt.

"Mhmm!" She exclaimed loudly, causing the other men groping her body to also be rougher with her. That did wonders for her, but her body was focusing on her holes. The right curl, the right amount of pressure, the right speed to keep her on edge. Then, a hard foreign object slid into her pussy, guided by his fingers. 'No, he would not,' she rambled.

"Oh! Fuck me!" Somi grunted, quickly shaking her hips against his manhood. Her manager had shoved a lush vibrator. In a smooth movement, he turned it on and pressed it against her G-spot while he kept ramming her ass. For a moment, everything became overwhelming. The combined action of his feral thrusting on her butthole, his mercyless, precise fingering with the added vibration of the toy, the pull and pinch of her nipples, the bites on her legs, and the never-ending licking of her soles and toes. Everything hit her nervous system at once, causing her to feel her first real climax of the day.

She tried to hold it as much as she could. Her toes stretched and contracted erratically, wrinkling her soles as their mouths kept savoring them. Her legs bent as if trying to close, limited by the shackles on her ankles. Unable to arch her back as much as she wanted because of the belt on her waist, her body directed her tension to her hands, quickly grabbing her plump tits, diverting the men's focus to her nipples for a proper, painful twist of her udders as she squeezed them for them.

Then, a loud spank, so hard she could feel the shape of his hand burning throughout the orgasm that released. "Yes, yes, more!" She let out in a thunderous cry. "Fucking use me!" Somi whimpered, convulsing through a climax that seemed eternal.

The fingers tweaking her nipples pinched them so hard she did not understand how the pleasure running through her body eclipsed the pain completely. Somi loved having men praising her legs, worshiping her feet, causing the tickling tongues and mouths on her legs and soles felt twice as much. But what flooded her mind was the perfect sync of her manager's cock and his digits working her holes as angrily as he could. The vibrator on his fingers multiplied every sensation in and out of her body. Somi enjoyed every second of it, letting her vaginal and anal walls grip onto her manager without any restraint.

Confused, she noticed her orgasm decreasing. When she looked down, the hands handling her nipples were different. "When?" She panted with a smile, still drunk on the pounding she was getting on her puckered hole, clenching without control.

Right when she was regaining control of her holes, she felt his manhood throbbing inside her, followed by a set of rougher thrusts and curling of his fingers. "That's right! Give it to me! Shoot it all!" She moaned, trying to tighten her butthole for him until his pelvis slammed as deep inside her as he could. 'I need him to fuck me like that raw,' she laughed to herself.

Her manager, however, was not done. He quickly withdrew his shaft, leaving her asshole gaping and the vibrator buzzing in her cunt while he tied the used condom on her leg garter. Before she could react any further, and still under the mist of her orgasm, Somi felt his fingers re-entering her slit, firmly pressing on her G-spot, making her whine. Same hand, his dominant one, but different grip. More comfortable for him, easier for him to apply force on her insides.

"If anybody wants a drink, you'd better step forward," he announced to the men waiting in line.

"This motherfucker…" She sighed, hearing the men outside the chamber walk, curse, and even praise their deities as they knelt right in front of her pussy. The men groping her boobs left her rest for a moment to enjoy the show. 'Gosh, I'd love to see their faces,' she thought, considering how much people were scanning her folds and her pink, currently gaping, asshole. 'Nayeon unnie will love this,' she giggled, knowing perfectly well what was next for her sensitive core.

Her manager's left hand slid through her smooth pubis, reaching for her clit. Three gentle taps, and he rubbed Somi's sensitive bean as he frantically fingered her, putting all of his might onto her G-spot. Her reaction was immediate. Her body shook violently, contorting her locked legs and spreading her toes. Inside the chamber, she squirmed as much as the tight belt in her stomach allowed her. Feeling how sturdy the structure felt, she surrendered herself to the pleasure he was giving her.

Her insides relaxed fully, her hands ran freely through her massive rack, and her mouth let free a series of whimpers begging him to keep going. The crescendo was quick and violent. One moment, Somi felt her body screaming as her cunt dripped her nectar in a consistent flow; the other one, her mind went blank.

Her climax hit her like a train. Her eyes rolled back, and she tweaked her nipples harder than she had ever twisted them herself. When her manager removed his left hand and withdrew his fingers from her cunt to fiercely rub her clit, she exploded. Her core began a series of strong contractions that resulted in at least three rows of men getting sprayed with her squirt.

He admired Somi's pussy turning into a fountain, pushing the lush vibrator as a projectile as her urethra expanded to release the translucent liquid over the desperate men in front of him. Three powerful blasts gushed out of her cunt, aimed by his fingers to reach as many heads as possible. The following jetstreams were weaker, allowing two of the men closest to her cunt to get closer and catch some with their mouths and have a proper taste of her juices.

Somi's body was as sensitive as an exposed nerve. The shackles on her ankles, the belt around her waist, the bench beneath her, her manager's fingertips brushing her smooth pubis; every new signal made her muscles contract, ejecting every bit of squirt out of her cunt until her body had nothing else to release.

"You heard the boss," her manager voiced, getting everyone's attention, including what little conscious Somi was regaining. "Enjoy yourselves," he reminded them, spanking her pink, glistening cunt as hard and as loud as he could, causing her to grunt, moan, and giggle as her body contorted in place. He admired her holes, pushing themselves out and contracting back. Before the swarm of mostly naked men surrounded him, he walked away.

Left alone, locked in place, and feeling like a bitch in heat, a new wave of men quickly took Somi's body. This time, two different guys were eating her cunt and her ass respectively, swirling their tongues as deep inside her holes as they could. She needed more. Shaking, she reached for the little holes on her sides to open them before taking some lube from the dispensers and sticking out her hands.

"Dude!" One of the men, grabbing her tits, barked. He squeezed her right boob harder and pinched her nipple, adding a little twist until it slipped from his fingers when he took his arm out. He peeked through the hole, admiring her clear nipples, noticing she was reaching out for more dicks willingly. "There's room for two more!" He announced, moving closer to get his handjob.

She guided his manhood inside the chamber as another cock appeared in her left hand. As soon as another pair of hands got in to take hold of her milkers, her lust took the best of her. In an attempt to make the best of her situation, Somi removed the two-way mirror from her clavicle, not caring about the possibility of someone peeping and discovering who she really was.

Right when a new shaft entered her cunt, she crunched towards the penis on her right, trying her hardest to reach it with her mouth. She grunted, clenching her fists and stroking their girths. 'It'd need to be twice as long for me to reach the tip,' she whined, lying flat on the bench for a second before trying something else. Risking being seen, she let go of one dick to reach underneath the bench, finding the buckle that kept her torso restricted.

"Damn it!" She grunted between her panting and moaning from the energetic thrusts in her sensitive cunt. 'A fucking lock?' She realized her manager had added it earlier while she got comfortable. She was so relaxed that she didn't even notice. Either way, that surely wasn't his idea. Throwing her head back, she quickly reached for the mirror, catching a glimpse of a masked man through the hole where a dick should have been.

Her heart sank as she secured the barrier. Murmurs got louder by the second. Hands got in and out of the holes so they could take a peek. No one else saw her face. His dick went back to the hole, and she immediately stroked it.

"I told you, man, she looked like Somi!"

"You must be crazy."

"She was identical!"

"They surely hired a similar whore just for us to get hornier with the idea."

"I know what I saw, man. And those tits are about the right size for her."

After that, every man getting a part of them through the holes would take a glance inside the chamber, not only to admire her rack and perfect skin, but also to try to confirm the theory. Everyone agreed that, even if the slut they were fucking was not Somi, she was the best next thing.

The scare reminded her of her place in that room. A toy to be used by them, with no agency or freedom to do anything that was not previously allowed by them. Even if she were not locked as she was, she would have given herself to the hoard of horny men, although if her body were free, she would surely enjoy it way more. Past that point, things became a bit monotone for her, except for a few highlights.

The ropes of cum that made it to her skin sometimes landed on the hands of whoever was groping her udders, making her laugh a bit. She tasted it, eating the first bits, passing it down with a bit of water until she grew bored of the taste. Somi collected the following loads in an empty water bottle.

Some men, eager to try as much of her body as they could, fucked her cunt and butt, shoving their cocks from one hole to the other until they came. There was also a point where four people ran a train fucking her puckerhole with no lube, which, on the positive side, became a rest for her pussy, but also resulted in her pink rim burning. Luckily, the following guy wanted both holes and added a generous amount of lubricant to both entrances from the start.

Few guys dared to use some of the toys at their disposal. Some, however, did so in some creative enough ways to bring her mind back to what was being done to her body. One guy duct-taped one of the lush vibrators to her clit and set it up at the lowest level. 'Not the best way to do that, but it will do if they leave it there,' Somi scoffed, enjoying the feeling.

Someone had finally decided to try the anal beads. This was not the usual set with beads that grow in thickness; it had five rubber beads, each a little less than four centimeters in diameter. Thankfully, he had lubed them well enough to shove the whole thing inside of her anus before he rammed her pussy. The sensation was equally arousing and surprising. She had shoved toys that large up her butt in the past, but it was on her own free time, terms, and control. Now, she had no say on when it would go out or when they would fuck her ass with that toy. Regardless, she enjoyed the feeling of having something buried so deep inside her guts alongside the constant rubbing of a dick against the hard rubber through her walls.

Then, trouble began. After a couple more guys used her cunt while the beads were still deeply shoved in her rectum, the following guy wanted to have a bit more fun with her. Even though he started with her pussy, his grip on her thigh let Somi know he had taken one of the dildos from the box. The man only fucked her for a minute before he took a step back from her slit. He took the handle from the anal beads and, in one strong, uncontained movement, pulled them all out of her guts.

She grunted as her eyes rolled back and her body shuddered. Somi felt as if her ass turned inside out. Her cunt dripped a weak trail of pee as proof of how that strong sensation messed her up. Unaware of how badly her ass looked, but sure she was gaping greatly, the man impaled his length into her butthole, followed by an abrupt insertion in her pussy.

Whoever he was, the man had a rhythmic talent to fuck. In just two thrusts, he had already perfected how to smoothly drill her ass and folds, fully shoving the dildo or his cock into her body while he pulled out the other, ensuring both phalluses pinched her thin walls throughout his turn with her.

"Keep going! Please, please keep going like that!" She whimpered. In response, he raised the vibrator's level to medium. "Yes!" Somi exclaimed, taking that moment to its fullest. Again, she quickly reached for the men groping her tits. This time, she held their hands for a firm breast massage, giving her nipples a rest before taking more lube from the dispensers and grabbing the throbbing shafts on her sides, rubbing their mushroom tips before stroking their full lengths just as passionately as she was getting pounded.

"No, no, no! Just a little longer!" She whined at the sensation of his thrusts getting harder and his dick pulsating inside her walls. To her demise, despite the good hand and hip coordination, he was still just a man, too selfish to care about her pleasure, or perhaps, too cruel to torture her, getting her close to the plateau of her climax only for him to suddenly stay still as he filled the rubber enveloping his manhood until he was done with her.

"Come on! Just a bit more of that! Please!" Somi begged, moving her hips to fuck herself with his now semi-erect cock, clenching her ass his length in an attempt to get him hard again.

"Pettyfull," the man chuckled, taking his meat out of Somi's pink butthole, leaving the toy buried in her pussy. "I'd say she sounds better if we don't let her cum, but that's just me," he joked in an arrogant tone as he tied up his condom on her leg garter.

By then, she had already lost count of how many condoms she had on each leg, or how many times someone had released his jizz on her hands. She knew, however, that the amount of semen weighing down her garters had surely stretched them beyond repair, and that only seven of them had managed to cum with enough force to reach her body on the bench.

The next man in line for her holes was just as memorable as the last one, but not for his skills. Amidst her whining for more, he shoved three fingers inside her rectum, moving them in circles until the dildo fell out of Somi's pussy. Then, he used the same three digits to finger her folds before shoving the toy up her ass and his dick in her cunt.

His thrusts were short. She was unsure if it was because of the disappointing length he possessed, or because he was trying to, in his own way, also fuck her with the dildo. Either way, she soon learnt that the toy, for whatever reason, had no flared base or rubber balls to stop it.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Somi begged as she tried to push the dildo out when she felt it getting dangerously narrower at its end. "Take it out! Please take it out!" She yelled, letting go of the cocks on her sides.

"Dude, what's the deal? This whore just pushed us away."

Somi's exhaustion and the reshaping of her rectum caused by the anal beads were enough for her attempts to be in vain. Her anus had swallowed the dildo completely, and her puckered hole had shut tight despite her constant pushing.

Afraid of what that could lead to, especially with the constant pounding she was receiving in her cunt, she begged them to stop as she felt the toy slowly getting deeper into her body.

"Fucking hell," she heard in the background. A familiar irritated tone. More murmurs. "What? Get the fuck out of my way!" He was angrier, getting closer. 'My danm hero,' she thought, panting with a tint of relief.

"Hey, what's your problem, man?" The lame, hardened cock left her pussy alone.

"Take this bastard out of here and add him to the black list… I can't believe I still have to ask for a little common sense," he sneered, tapping on Somi's pubis three times as the men grabbing her udders and waiting for her to stroke their cocks left their positions to see what the commotion was. He shoved his middle and ring fingers as deeply inside her anus as he could. She felt him move the dildo, but there was no way for him to grab it. "Fuck it," he growled.

Her manager patted her thigh again. Three times. Calmer, softer. Then, he shoved three fingers into her cunt, directly reaching for her G-spot. She knew what to do. He cranked the vibrator to its maximum and repeated the process as before.

Despite his familiarity with her folds, Somi's nervousness delayed her forced orgasm. She needed to make sure that her contractions would not get the toy lost deeper in her intestines, so she held on to her climax until she felt it was right.

"Come on, you dumb slut, come for me one more time," he grunted, loud enough for her to listen as his fingers hit the right spot with enough force for the audience to see her pubis move from within. "Just push it all out, damn it."

She exploded. He could feel through her pussy how she was avoiding contractions and putting extra energy into pushing out. He made an extra effort to push his fingers upward to avoid any contact with the dildo through her walls.

Somi was tweaking in place, feeling her squirt spill all over the place, running through her asscheeks until the toy was expelled from her puckerhole. She smirked as he kept on with his fingering, this time pressing on her bladder, intensifying the sensation through her body until she reached her peak.

Without a word, he left her trembling, panting. The holes of the chamber closed, and a new set of men took her legs, feet, and holes, licking every millimeter as she contorted in place.

"Stay away if you know what's good for you." Somi heard him as he opened the door. His tone was a threat. Two men agreed, murmuring, and he closed the room.

Somi turned to her left and giggled devilishly. "I owe you something for saving me from a really embarrassing visit… To the doctor," she grinned and moaned as she shuddered. "Sorry for the shirt," she scoffed, scanning the wet stains of her squirt throughout his clothes.

"At least you're fully alert now." He shook his head, placing a folder on his side as he caressed her hair.

"Give me that pretty cock of yours. Let me repay you," Somi said, almost purring as she reached for his buckle. He did not hesitate to help her and took his dick out, letting her latch onto it after taking the barrier off her shoulders. "You have no idea how cruel it is to have so many cocks and can't suck one single penis over here!"

"I can get the idea," he chuckled. "You're not going to ask what's in the folder?"

"No. You'll tell me either way," she affirmed, sucking his dick as she hollowed her cheeks to release it with a loud pop. "Am I wrong?"

"Don't make me hate you even more."

"I'd be… Incapable of doing that," she pouted amidst her moans. Somi let her face softly fall on his shaft, engulfing it completely until her lips touched the base of his cock.

"I'm not so sure about it," he joked, feeling her tongue sticking out to lick the underside of his manhood and his sack. "Somi, they're offering to clear your debt if you serve one more man tonight… Raw."

She took out his shaft from her throat very slowly, licking his tip as it got out. "Just one more guy? What's the catch? He's sick or something?" She asked with a confident smile, covering her lips with the drool hanging from his glans.

"He's clean, but I can't say any details about him. Everything's in the folder, though."

"Then fuck it. Or let him f-fuck me however he wants," she chuckled, whimpering halfway through as a new dick entered her pussy.

"Somi… Please read the damn contract," he sighed, holding a grunt caused by her tongue swirling through every crease of his tip as she stroked him.

She huffed. "I gave up on counting how many strangers have fucked me today, like thirty minutes after we started. Nevermind about the ones who've touched me. I don't know how long I'll still have to stay here, so I couldn't care less if there's one guy who gets to fill my womb today." She pouted. "I just wish that out of all of them it would have been you or the Chairman," Somi grimaced before capturing his tip again.

"Read. The damn. File."

She muffled, imitating his rhythm with his cock in her mouth. "Just give me the pen, or do I have to sign it with blood?" She chukled, stretching her hand.

"Don't say I didn't try to warn you." He passed her the document and a pen. She stopped the blowjob for a moment just to sign it and handed it back to him.

"Now relax, fuck my face and cum wherever you want," she grinned wickedly, opening her mouth for him.

As she requested, he used her throat, making her gurgle as she hummed and moaned happily, looking at his eyes until her tight pipe took him to his climax. "You're making it harder to hate you," he exclaimed, holding a little longer. She giggled, smiling proudly with teary eyes, keeping eye contact as his hands pressed her skull against his groin and he shot his load directly onto her throat. "One of these a week and you'd be worth all the trouble."

Somi wiggled her head side to side, as a tear shed down her cheek, right before she took him out of her mouth, sealing his girth with her lips to maintain all her drool in her mouth. She swallowed it all with a loud gulp and opened her mouth for him. "Either I'm very good at sucking your cock, or I'm not giving you enough trouble," she grinned. "Which one is it?"

He scoffed, shaking his head. "Better for me if you don't know."

"Either way, if I give you more trouble, I'd need to blow you more often, right?"

"Oh, fuck you, Somi," he laughed.

"I'm getting fucked right now, in case you forgot what's happening down there," she giggled, pursing her lips and pointing to her hips.

"Give them twenty more minutes."

He was right. He opened the chamber's holes and stepped out of the cubicle. Once he was outside, he kissed one of Somi's soles and confirmed the number of condoms left. He distributed the remaining rubbers as he told them that if they wanted to have a chance to touch her, they'd better jerk off to speed things up.

For the rest of the men, he made them sign a list so they could be contacted first when the next elite slut is available for an event like this. Upset, but knowing they had no chance or voice in the matter, they left.

By the twenty-minute mark, the last man put his condom on and had his fun with Somi, fucking her ass as he fingered her pussy, taking her juices to his mouth.

"Man, she tastes so fucking good," he told the manager, shoving his digits into her cunt again.

"Tell me about it," he laughed, crossing his arms, watching him finish.

For Somi, while the experience was entertaining and pleasurable, she had become numb to the motion. All things considered, the point was to make her feel used. Checked. And for them to have a treat. Checked.

She picked up her phone, realizing there had been at least three hours since her call with Chaeyoung had ended. Some quick math was enough to confirm that she had broken her personal record for the number of men using her holes in a single day, at least four times over.

Once the last man was done, he thanked the manager for the magnificent pussy he had gotten for the staff and their guests. The manager took the compliment and went into the cubicle.

"That guy also had a rubber," Somi pouted at him, frowning.

"Yeah, I need to get you ready before the man gets here."

She pretended to be shocked by his words, taking the bottle where she had collected the cum that landed on her body. "Am I not presentable enough?" She asked, letting a trail of semen fall on her lips and run down her neck.

"Matter of fact, you'll stay locked. Even more so than before, I'm afraid," he replied, using his finger to pick up the sperm from her neck and shoving the finger in her mouth for her to suck. "But trust me, if he could see you whole, he'd remember you for the rest of his life."

"That'll do, then. Get me ready!" Somi giggled, wiggling her tits.

He asked her to clean any trace of jizz from her skin and to rehydrate. After pushing the button to deflate the circumference, sealing her torso, he went back to her legs to clean them before sitting in front of her ass. "I know your holes are a bit desensitized. This will help you feel anything pretty much as if you were just starting again."

"Huh?" Somi crutched a bit, now being able to see past the chamber. She cooed as her manager shoved a couple of fingers covered in lube inside her cunt, reaching for her cervix. "Can we use that later?" She requested, clearly enjoying his touch.

"If you want. We can take this bottle with us." He was focused on getting the sleek liquid properly spread through her walls. He sighed. "Remember I'm just following orders, alright?" Without a response from her, even though he had her full attention, he repeated the process, this time with her asshole.

Somi let her moans free throughout the process, relaxing her pink rim so he could do his job. "Whoa, that again?" Her eyes widened at the sensation of the anal beads entering her rectum again.

"The Chairman wants you to show him your gape." His tone was serious.

"Do you think this guy would like it?" She bit her lips, fully cooperating to get the last ball inside of her.

"It will leave an impression on him. That's for sure." He sighed, cleaning the excess lube from Somi's groin, leaving her pussy glistening enough to show her arousal, and her puckeredhole hugging the toy's handle before getting back with her.

"Will he know he's fucking me? I can make my 'oh you're so big' face for him," she joked, crossing her eyes and sticking out her tongue.

"You'd know that already if you had read the contract, but no." He scanned her skinny body, large breasts, and pretty face. "Give me your hands," he requested, standing next to her head.

"I was beginning to wonder if these were for me or for someone else," Somi scoffed with a smirk.

"With risk of inflating your ego even more, this whole chamber was built with you in mind," he explained, securing her wrists at the level of her head with the handcuffs, ensuring these were tight.

"Will I be at his full mercy, then?" She wondered, barely letting her hesitation show.

"You'll be what you've always been: The perfect fuck-doll. But he'll be the one playing with you until he's satisfied." His voice was clear, factual. The same tone he uses when there's some bad news hidden. He ran a leather strap behind her neck.

"No talking either?" She pursed her lips, raising her eyebrows as she admired the ball gag and the small orifices it had to allow breathing.

"Any last words?"

"Can we book this place for later? Just you and me?" Somi winked at him, blowing a kiss.

He sighed, almost laughing. "I won't be kind to you," he reassured her, putting the ball in her mouth and securing it. She tried to talk, but gave up quickly as she could not comprehend her own mumbling. Before her manager got out, he secured her head with the belt.

Her heart pounded loudly. Tens of men had just used her. She was sure each leg was carrying well over twenty used condoms, her trophy of the night, along with the bottle of cum she had by her side. It wasn't until he lowered the mirrored barrier and left the chamber that she felt anxious about letting this random man fill her womb.

Time felt eternal. The chill breeze from the AC had already hardened her nipples and given her goose bumps all over her body. She could barely feel her legs, but she could feel her juices slowly running from her pussy down her butthole, making her even more conscious about the twenty-five centimeters of rubber stuck on her guts, waiting to be removed by this stranger. Right when her mind began to fantasize about it, the door opened.

"Enjoy yourself," she heard the Chairman say before the door closed.

Somi tried to look up, kept in place by the belt holding her head. 'Nothing left to do but enjoy it, I guess,' she thought, listening to the man undress.

A small moan came out of her lungs at the touch of his lips on her right sole. His mouth ran through her long legs, taking his time to enjoy her smooth skin and to admire the set of condoms hanging from each leg. Slowly, he let himself touch more and more of her until his fingers sank into her thighs. His rough skin added to the mystery of him, and a firm spank on her ass turned her nervousness into desire.

She felt his breath right over her pussy, followed by a blow produced by his sigh. His hands ventured inside the chamber to get a proper hold of her midriff. The damn belt that locked her in place ruined the tight grip of his fingers compressing her waist until his fingers touched.

His hands went up to her udders. A soft massage, causing Somi to release sweet coos until his fingers played with her sensitive nipples. He tested them, chuckling at the sweet moans that came out at every hard pinch or twist. 'No need to hide it,' she chuckled, feeling more comfortable in her place.

Then, his lips pressed on her bald pubis, getting lower and lower until he kissed her clitoris, and his tongue cupped her juices to eat her cunt. There was no need to guide him. Every kiss, every lick, every little combination of him exploring her folds and her hooded clit felt charged with hunger and intent. The experience itself was not going to take her to her climax, but it seemed that was not his purpose. She didn't mind. In fact, she could stay like that for a while, and she'd be satisfied.

A light pull and she became aware of the anal beads again. His lips abandoned her pussy, but his fingers entered the scene as he played with the beads, pulling one of them out, then back in. The controlled movement reminded her of how deep they reached inside of her.

His digits curled inside her pussy, exploring her depth and texture, as well as the way her inner walls adapted to the toy as this moved inside of her. She was sure his eyes were extra focused on how her puckeredhole stretched so easily at every pull. This led to the obvious next step.

Very slowly, he pulled more of the beads out of her rectum until only two remained inside of her. Somi felt the fingers in her cunt outlining the last ball through her walls, almost pushing it out of her ass. He took his fingers out of her pussy and used that palm to press her lower abdomen while he shoved them all back inside, making sure she felt it reshape her guts. Her soft moans had turned into nervous whimpers.

Once it was all inside of her, he pushed a little further, making her breathing turn heavier as the handle disappeared in her anus, which shut around his finger. He forced a second digit inside of her and curled them as a hook to get the toy. 'Not again,' Somi panted, before the man quickly pulled the whole set of beads out of her guts, leaving her trembling, leaking a bit of squirt, and gaping.

He threw the toy over her abs while he licked the circumference of her asshole, shoving his tongue inside of her. She was equally ashamed and aroused, impressed by how good it felt and how little control she had of her muscles. Somi let herself get lost in pleasure, releasing her increasingly louder moans as he ate her ass and pussy, playing with her tits at will, this time, almost making her cum.

Already in her plateau, he suddenly stopped, causing her to whine, clearly begging for more despite the lack of clarity of her pleas.

The next thing Somi felt was his tip, gently touching her gaping butthole before he impaled her. Her body was more than ready to welcome him, even though he was slightly girthier than the beads. She immediately moved her hips to feel his might, but his fingers quickly took a firm hold of her cunt, curling inside to keep her in place while he thrusted into her rectum.

His intention was clear: Enjoy her body. He was in no rush, and neither was she; not that she had any say on the matter. Somi let her body talk for her, allowing her instincts to take over her, clenching around his girth and his digits as she whimpered and swayed her hips for him.

When he had had enough, he kept her hips slightly raised just with the hook of his fingers. He pulled out of her gaping ass and fingered it with his free hand. She chuckled, clenching happily, letting him know she was ready for him.

Without making her wait any further, he shoved his whole length into her pussy.

The previous experience with the beads had altered her depth perception, but the quick hit on her cervix made Somi realize his actual size. 'Talk about save the best for last,' she thought, grunting as he pushed her womb to fit into her tight core.

Somi cried in pleasure, clenching her cunt around him in an attempt to feel every detail of him. His girth, his length, his veins, the shape of her glans. He was the biggest cock she had experienced that day.

Both stayed still. The subtle throbs of his meat reassured her he was enjoying her as much as she was.

In sync, both began to sway their hips. The friction of his flesh inside her walls felt so much more rewarding. She tightened her core just to feel the direct touch of his manhood, making up for all the covered dicks that used her in the past hours.

Her whimpers were clear. She loved the way he fucked her, and she wanted more.

He worked her towards her climax, keeping her on edge when he felt her pussy squeezing his girth every time he pulled out.

Somi let her needy side show. Her clenching became more obvious, and her moans became pleas.

Keeping the same pace, he added more fuel to the fire that would turn into her last orgasm of the night.

Her cries became desperate, begging him to pull the trigger. She knew he had her where he wanted, and she feared he could prolong it forever. Luckily, that was not the case.

His right hand moved to her cunt, shoving three fingers in addition to his shaft. 'Oh, fuck yes, please!' She thought, expressing it in a pathetic cry for more. Without breaking the rhythm of his deep thrusts, he attacked her G-spot.

Somi tried to hold it, prolong the feeling of the imminent explosion as much as she could, but his digits were too much for her. His relentless ramming and merciless curling of his fingers released a powerful climax where she shuddered, contorting every muscle of her body as her pussy squirted against his lower abdomen, spraying her juices all over the place.

The cherry on top, at the highest point of her orgasm, he also came. His warm seed hit the deepest part of her cunt. Somi could feel him twitching inside of her, releasing spurt after spurt of semen, filling her to the brim, flooding her cervix.

Through her convulsions, her legs still made a lame attempt to hug his hips to ensure he'd stay inside her. But even if she had no shackles holding her ankles, she had no force left in her limbs.

Slowly, Somi came back to reality, becoming aware of the sweat across her torso, the droplets of squirt on her midriff, and the mutual shivering she and the man shared.

They stayed there for a full minute, breathing heavily, occasionally clenching their genitals to know both of them were still conscious.

Carefully, he pulled out, and Somi fought through her own sensitivity to keep her pussy shut. That was the only load she could get inside her cunt that day, and she would not let it go to waste.

The man pulled her body towards him, only to kiss her sweaty abdomen and drink the puddle of squirt that was resting on her navel. With a kiss on her pubis, he dressed up. Before leaving, he spanked her, grabbing her ass firmly, and knelt to lick her still gaping asshole, saying his goodbye with a kiss on her clit.

Alone, restricted, and gagged, Somi laughed at herself. Whomever that was, he had given her one of the best orgasms of the last months, maybe of her year. After the consistent groping of the last hours, she enjoyed the calm after all had ended. Her mind flew, thinking of ways to celebrate clearing her debt after years of debuting.

Half an hour passed before her manager opened the door and quietly entered the chamber.

"Tell me you have the recording for the last one, please!" Somi's eyes widened as her smile took over her face.

"Every bit of it." Serious tone again. He released her head and arms.

"I get a copy of that, right?"

"I'll deliver it to your door," he sighed, watching her quickly reach for her pussy, shoving her ring and middle fingers to cup the still warm jizz from her insides before taking it to her mouth.

"Oh fuck! Not only was he good, but he also tastes delicious!" Somi made sure to suck her fingers clean before reaching for another dose of semen. "I don't know where you found this guy, but if he asks for me, give him my number. I'd let him fuck me again for free." She chucked, not caring about his concerned frown.

She let him do his stuff while she used her nails to get every last drop of his load to her mouth, including the traces hidden in the circumference of her cervix. Somi felt a rush of satisfaction and thrill, thinking that after half an hour, a part of it would stay inside her womb, accompanying her for the next few days.

"You don't mind about the garters, right?"

"You can keep them if you want," she joked, feeling the cold pair of scissors sliding between the fabric and her skin to cut it.

Her manager pressed a few specific points along the bench's edge before releasing her ankles from the shackles. With the help of two more pairs of hands, he pulled the bench with her on it.

She was surprised by how smoothly the upper layer of her resting place rolled outside the chamber. Somi was relieved that the other men were the Chairman and the lawyer. One kept her still while the other fixed the new support points for her. Once secured, her manager lowered her weak legs, letting them rest over another table.

"Thirsty?" The Chairman smiled kindly.

"And hungry!" She replied, feeling her legs as two foreign objects because of the numbness.

"Seeing how much you liked the last gentleman's cum, and how much more semen we've collected from all the men who used this precious pair of holes, we thought it would be a shame to throw it all away." The Chairman spread her legs to rub her groin, making her coo and shiver.

Somi huffed in disbelief, but upon seeing her manager cut a bunch of condoms open to spill their contents in a glass, she turned back to the Chairman, raising her eyebrows.

"Do you think you can handle that?" He asked as the manager approached with an almost full glass. He kept walking to take the bottle where she had collected the semen that had made it to her skin. Without asking, he opened it and poured it into the glass.

"That's too much," Somi exhaled, barely audible.

"Maybe the term elite whore was a bit too much."

Her eyes went from the lawyer, sitting at the perfect angle to see her profile, to her manager, clearly tired by the whole day, and to the Chairman, smirking at her. Somi didn't say a word. She inhaled deeply and took the glass, careful not to drop a thing.

The stink of cum was stronger than she had anticipated, but she started drinking it. Small gulps at first, letting her mouth and throat prepare for it. She took a break, licking her glossy lips. "It would've been easier directly from the source, you know?"

"What's the fun in 'easier'?" The lawyer replied.

A challenge. Even if not clearly worded, it felt like a challenge. Greening, Somi tilted her head, raised the glass, and drank it without stopping. Her gulps were larger, louder, and visibly harder to pass down. She could feel the semen clogging her throat while her eyes cried until the glass was empty.

She kept the last shot of jizz in her mouth. It was the hardest to pass down, but she managed to do it, burping after that, forcing her to control her need to retch to keep it all in her stomach. "Satisfied?" She turned to the lawyer, feeling the taste of their sperm on her breath.

"Plenty. Every bit of today came exactly as I planned," he replied, surprising Somi with that fact.

"I know you'd rather have all that cum deposited directly into your womb or your guts instead of your stomach," said the Charman, tapping the entrance of her pussy before running his fingers to her belly. "But this should be sufficient until you have a big party," he smiled.

"Or until you have another event," Somi smirked, purposefully exhaling her breath to the man as she leaned towards him.

"Is that a proposal?" He cupped her face, pressing his fingers on her cheeks.

"Only if they go raw next time," she chuckled, biting her lips, secretly struggling not to throw up all the cum on his face.

"We got a deal," he replied, turning her face to kiss her cheek. "We'll leave you two alone in the building. You have thirty minutes to get out before any employee comes back to recognize those magnificent pair of tits they were playing with."

Her manager helped her get dressed. Still with no strength in her legs, he carried her in his arms to his car, begging her not to puke on him or his car if she cared a bit about him. Battling with her own bodily needs, Somi kept it all in despite the dizziness she felt on the road. She put on a black wig to hide from anyone watching her struggle to walk to her building, leaning most of her weight on her manager.

Despite his clearly upset demeanor, he maintained his supportive side for her, which she was really thankful for. She had been told her dad would not be in her apartment, but confirming it after arriving was the biggest relief of her day.

Her manager insisted on showering her, thinking her dad might check on her while she was asleep to confirm she was there. Somi agreed, thinking about the possibility of her father detecting the strong smell of semen emanating from her. Too tired to fight, she obeyed his every word.

"Is it so hard to behave like this?" He asked, washing her face.

"Get me this exhausted, and I'll be the most obedient slut you could ever think of," Somi grinned with sleepy eyes. He chuckled and continued until they were ready. Carefully, he carried her to her bed and let her sleep.

When she woke up, it was well past breakfast. She heard movement in her kitchen. Her legs were functioning, but there was no way she could walk normally. Stumbling and ashamed, she went outside her room. "What time did you get here?"

"Hey, kiddo! Like an hour ago," her father explained, washing the dishes. "Whoa!" He chuckled after watching her walk. "Rough night, huh? What did you do yesterday?"

Blood rushed through her face. "I'm never mixing leg day with a girl's night," she sighed, shaking her head.

He laughed, taking the plate with scrambled eggs to the table, spanking her on his way and making her whine.

"What did you do?" She asked, sitting at the table.

"Me? I hung out at an old friend's house. Drank a bit, bet a bit, drank some more… The usual."

With apparently no suspicion from him, their day went by as any other day together.

A week later, Somi heard a knock on her door shortly after her father had left. When she opened it, she could only see the back of her PA manager walking away. Confused, she skimmed the hallway until she found an SSD on the floor with a note on it: I promise you, he has no idea.

As soon as she inserted the drive into her computer, she saw the minuatures and called Chaeyoung to celebrate that she was finally debt-free, eight years after she first debuted with I.O.I. As customary, Chaeyoung arrived with a few bottles of beer and soju, causing Somi to laugh after pointing to a bottle of wine.

"You're not leaving until we're done with everything," the blonde warned her friend.

Happily, Chaeyoung stepped into the place. They toasted and began drinking. Somi played the video of her last tributing session on the TV.

Before long, they were sitting on the couch, mostly naked, softly rubbing their own clits after they had already finished the beers and half of the bottle of wine. It may have been the alcohol in her system, but Somi showed a special interest in Chaeyoung's piercings before they started making out with each other.

"Oh! This was my favorite part!" Somi announced when the door opened in the video after her manager had prepared her for the final round.

Somi crawled toward the screen and knelt, fingering herself while Chaeyoung did the same, lying on the couch with her legs comfortably spread.

"Is that…?" Chaeyoung froze, eyes going back and forth between her friend and the TV.

Somi went completely silent, watching her dad walk down the stairs to find her completely bare bottom, lying on a table with a plug buried in her ass. Her fingers stopped moving until he knelt to eat her slit. The whole thing was hypnotizing for her.

Chaeyoung was shocked. They had talked about hidden fantasies in the past, and after several drinks, Somi had brought up her dad, excusing herself with how hot he used to look, showing her the saved photos she had of his youth until she swiped to a more recent one. Somi was too drunk to notice, but Chaeyoung remembered that moment vividly. Even though her friend's father was not her type, she also found him hot, and seeing how well-equipped he was on screen was definitely a sight to behold.

"Oh, fuck," Somi exclaimed when he removed the beads from her rectum only to eat her gaping butthole. When he stood up to fuck her ass, she was already fingering herself vigorously with four digits, following his rhythm on screen.

She was already drunk, but the sober memories of how good it felt to have him impale her pussy pushed her to release her moans. Following her own tempo, she came at the same time she saw her dad filling her cunt.

Only then did she become aware of where she was. Shivering, she turned to see the short woman behind her.

"No judgement," Chaeoyung smirked softly. She was panting, with her trembling legs fully spread, and folds dripping her juices down the couch. Both giggled, too blushed and embarrassed to say something else, turning back to the screen to see him kiss Somi's clit.

Silently, they stood up after the video ended, got half-dressed, and poured themselves the rest of the wine bottle.

"Do you think your dad suspects something?" Chaeyoung wondered, lips resting on the edge of her cup.

"Nah, I saw him the following morning, and he was all normal… When the Chairman said, 'Everything I like…' I never imagined he'd know about it. I only really mentioned it to you," Somi scoffed, shaking her head with a light smile on her face.

"Maybe posting that story of your dad's younger years was not the best idea," the short girl replied, sipping her drink.

"I mean, yeah, but I never expected them to…" She sighed, defeated. "That's why my manager insisted so much on me reading the damn contract."

Chaeyoung's eyes widened, staring at Somi. "Would you have done it if you had known it was him?"

That question cleared her mind. She went silent for a moment. She dived into her memories and her feelings, and the only thing she felt some remorse about was having her manager go through all that for her. She had fulfilled a fantasy of hers that may have never happened if done differently. The actual act felt physically and mentally rewarding. Somi scoffed, surprised at her clarity of thought. "Yes," she admitted. If there was someone she could be fully honest with, that was the Twice members, especially Chaeyoung. "I may have asked them every detail to ensure he would never find out, but yes." A subtle smile appeared on her face.

"That's a new level of slutiness," Chaeyoung joked, grinning widely before drinking her wine.

"Like you don't want to see the video again!" Somi grimaced, looking shyly at her TV.

"I do! Your head didn't let me see half of it!"

Author's notes: This idea had been on the shelf since I opened this account, and what better way to celebrate Somi's birthday than, well, giving her a tributing session all for herself!

I hope you enjoyed this! There may be more Somi in the future (other than a quick appearance in a different draft I have). It will all depend on any idea I get for her. Also, while writing a line for this, I wanted to check more Somi interactions, and I found something with the three idols mentioned here, so have at it!

Receiving Gifts? Being able to fuck her on the daily is a gift itself. Especially when she offers up anal.

Physical Touch? You can spank her ass and grope her tits and she’d tell you to do it again. She even encourages you to do it as much as you want.

Quality Time? She’d fuck you anywhere if she gets in the mood. Your apartment, her apartment, the fast food restaurant’s bathroom, your car in a public parking lot. The post-sex cuddles you have with her are amazing too.

Words of Affirmation? Her screams of, quote: “Fuck, yes, more–” are enough to push you to go harder. She’s also expressing her appreciation of how good you’re pounding her pussy.

Acts of Service? Either she wakes you up with a blowjob or you wake her up by eating her out. It usually ends with one–sometimes both–of you being late to work. It’s one hell of an alarm clock though.

Sex has become a pivotal portion of your life ever since you started seeing her for a couple of months now. And it’s not like you’d ever say no to doing it with Somi. You made that mistake once, and while it was…an experience, you’d rather not have to call in sick because she fucked you too hard. 

It’s the fact that sex is the only consistent way she shows her feelings for you that makes it feel a little bit superficial. 

She comes over to your apartment angry at how the latest batch of makeup she made was shipped to the wrong address? She won’t ask you for comforting hugs, she’ll tell you to push her legs over her head and dick her down till she can’t walk. 

You get frustrated over the new Return-To-Office policy your job announced because the office is an hour drive? She won’t say a word, just pull your pants down and squeeze your cock in between her tits.

You won’t lie, sex with Somi is Grade A, Top Tier, Perfection. You’ll never get tired of her body, her moans, her willingness to do anything. What you are tired of, is the absence of romance—for the lack of a better term—in your life.

Not in the physical way, no, she already gives you enough to last a lifetime. It’s that the emotional link that you feel was starting to degrade.

You want to be able to do the whole “Netflix and Chill” bit without it ending in the couch getting wet. To be embracing her as you wake up in the mornings. To spend the day doing nothing together.

And it wasn’t like she doesn’t say the words that you’ve been wanting to hear, because she does. She just says it with ‘your cock’ instead of ‘you’ a lot more than you’d like.

You’re starting to think that this is becoming more casual, something to scratch her itch, some sort of fuck buddy set up instead of as a couple. Maybe when this relationship with Somi was still at its infancy would you consider that type of deal–purely physical–because that’s what this was built on.

Thinking back, it’s how it’s always been. Even as she first approached you at the bar you two met. She ordered what you had—a shot of whiskey—and started off with small talk. You two got to know each other, and you may have had a few too many shots that made your lips a bit looser. 

That’s why when you drunkenly tell her that she was hot in that white crop top she was wearing, and that you wanted to lick the alcohol off her stomach, all she does is smirk. The next words she said sobered you straight up.

“When and where?”

And that’s how you ended up playing body shots inside her apartment. It started off innocent enough. Well, as innocent as playing the sort of game that inevitably gets you both drunk and fucked.

You two kept in touch after that night. After a week or so of trading messages and a few racy pics from her, she invited you to meet up again.

This is when the cycle began. One of you invites the other to meet up for something, you do said something, and you two end up doing each other after. Then it happens again.

Somewhere along the way feelings were aired out and you two started to see each other more seriously. At the same time, railing Somi into any nearby surface became a 9-5 job.

Yet you can’t help but want more than that.

To be honest, you might be overthinking things. Maybe you should have sat her down, talked like two responsible adults, and figured out whatever’s happening between you two—really just you—before it got out of hand.

So you do the responsible move. Ask a friend for advice. 

Although, you might have asked the wrong person.

“You’re overthinking things.” Aeri deadpans, taking a sip of her drink.

“I’m not overthinking it.” You deny. “I’m just…stressing about it.”

“That’s the same thing.” 

“Look, are you gonna help out or not?” You scowl, crossing your arms.

“Fine. But you’re presenting to the boss next week.” She sighs, dramatically placing her drink down on the table. “Here’s what you do–”

The next hour becomes a weird lecture consisting of Aeri laying out an entire thesis of plans on how to woo Somi with your heart and not with your dick. You needed to note it all down just to make sure you didn’t miss anything.

After some planning and finalizing some dates, you settled on a beach trip. It was ordinary, casual, relaxing. A chance to have fun without too many shenanigans involved. You can even take her to the nearby festival that’s going to take place for some celebration too.

Of course, the trip being with Somi makes that a pipe dream. 

Day one was mostly spent on actually getting to the venue, getting a feel for the area, and checking into the hotel. 

And everything was going great. It was all going according to plan. After you take a break from all the driving you’ve done you told yourself that you’d take her out to see the tourist spots.

Said break is how you two end up at the hotel’s restaurant, enjoying the cuisine of different nations, the aroma of delicacies, the sound of the piano fluttering across the air. You had to veto room service because no breaks and no eating would happen otherwise.

“Oh my God.” The clattering of metal hitting ceramic fills the table. “I’m so full.” Somi’s slouched over the chair, hand over her stomach as you finish up your own plate.

“You did get two plates worth of dumplings.” You shrug, stabbing your fork down on a leaf. “And the crab too.”

“But it was so good.” She’s justifying, arms out across the table. “I kinda want more.”

“And make your ass explode all over the bathroom later?”

“Fuck you.” She laughs, throwing a napkin at your face. “Like you won’t be doing that later.”

“O–kay.” You exasperate, gesturing down. “Not in front of my salad.”

“Come on.” Her chin’s resting on a hand, tilting her head as she smirks. And it’s that smirk, that fucking smirk, that always precedes your downfall to the drug that is Somi. 

Ruining her is usually an eventuality, especially given that you’re going to be alone with her for the next few days. But this time, you will not falter. You remind yourself why you’re here, what the point of this entire trip was about. That this is to show her how much you–

Oh Goddamnit.

Somi’s finger is on her tank top, stretching the fabric outwards. Her tits are practically squished together, making them a lot more bigger than they already are. Then she pulls down, and you find out that she wasn’t wearing a bra this entire time. You also find out that the only thing that was on her boobs were a pair of nipple tape covering her buds.

“You sure you don’t want to?” Her finger’s moving across her top, showing you more of that milky white skin, and she knows that you’re getting hooked. “I even brought lube.”

“Somi-” Your hand springs up, slapping her hand away and pulling her top back up in one smooth motion. “I thought we said no funny business outside the hotel.”

“We’re still in the hotel aren’t we?” Of course she’s gonna pull semantics at you. “Just a little quickie before we head out for the festival.”

The line’s set, and you’re tugging it. “You just can’t help yourself, can you.” 

She’s lifting her arms above her head, emphasizing her chest, her tight clothing rising with it to show her stomach, defined and toned from all the yoga lessons she’s been doing. You unconsciously grip the table sheets.

“I just wanna show my appreciation for my sweet, sweet boyfriend-” She’s reeling you in, hard, and you inevitably let yourself be swept away. “-who set up this entire trip and drove me all the way here so early in the morning.”

You’re thinking of happy thoughts, the logistics of the rest of the trip that you have yet to do with her, the caesar salad that you’ve been enjoying. Anything to stop yourself from appreciating the view right in front of you because this is getting out of hand.

The chair screeches. “So whenever you’re done here,” Somi’s standing up, giving you a very nice view of her cleavage as she does. “I’ll be heading back up and getting myself ready.” That smirk is still on her face when she leans in. “Maybe if you’re fast enough you can have a piece of my ass.”

Your resolve is officially gone, the idea of having Somi’s sweet, tight ass once more becoming too tempting as she walks away, waving her keycard at you like it was some sort of prize. Your eyes are glued to her waist moving from side to side.

Sinker.

—

You had to sit and wave at the waiter to pay for the food. Normally you’d go right up to the cashier to do that but a particular brunette made it hard to stand up. Once you manage to get up from your seat without your hard-on in full display to the other patrons, you immediately speed walk it to the elevator. 

You’re falling back into the same repetition of Somi causing trouble, dragging you to another round of debauchery. You already tried to set ground rules by only doing it inside the hotel, but you suppose you’ll need to re-negotiate it to just being in the hotel room.

Which, thinking on it, was where you were going. Sigh.

She’s irresistible, and she knows it. Shit, she flaunts it whenever she can around you because she knows you’ll give in eventually.

Maybe you can slip in one dose of Jeon Somi’s tight ass before you move on with your plan to take her out for a romantic date. Considering the plan’s already screwed up as it is, all cause Somi—and by extension, you—decided to have some fun. 

Though, you really should stop this. Say no. Sounded simple enough. Just one word. Lay it out flat.

But the seed’s already planted. The picture of her in your hotel room, waiting, naked, touching herself, prepping for all the dirty things you’ll be doing to her; Your inhibitions get shot to pieces.

You already know what’s going to happen when you walk through that door. She’ll be somewhere in the room—the balcony, you bet—ready for you to ravish her. And for all intents and purposes, you might as well enjoy the detour.

Soon as you open the door to your hotel room, the TV’s blaring out music and the bathroom door’s open. You take your shoes off before walking up to the doorway to be greeted with the unholy sight of Somi.

Naked, leaned into the bathroom counter where she uses the mirror to glance at you, her ass swaying as one of her hands are in between her legs and the other resting on the cold marble right next to a clear little bottle.

“Hey there.” She sighs out. “Just–finishing up.” Her eyes are fluttering shut, two fingers pumping into her puckered hole, already knuckle deep at this point. Somi knows the drill when it comes to preparing herself for anal; she has it down to a science at this point.

Her hand slides over to the bottle, pushing it towards you as a silent suggestion before she ruffles her hair, making her all the more ruinable. You’re shaking your head, but you step behind her anyway, unbuckling your belt in the process.

“Always a tease.” You’re pulling your pants down, your boxers following after to let your cock feel the cold air of the bathroom.

“Like you don’t love it.” She replies, orbs blinking open, looking at you through the mirror with fuck me eyes as she pulls her hand away from her hole. “Ready when you are.”

You’re applying an ample amount of lube onto your cock, stroking to help cover your entire shaft as you move closer, resting yourself on her ass. “You’re excited.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’ve been horny ever since we got in the car.” 

You scoff. “You’re always horny.” 

She laughs. “Who wouldn’t when you have that cock–” Your tip’s pressing against her asshole, making her unable to reply as she feels you push into her. It’s splitting her open, her tight, slick ass taking you in slowly.

“Hurry up.” She’s taking deep, steady breaths as she presses back onto your cock, adjusting to the feeling of your cock inside her, taking even more of you as you grip her hips. As you bottom out, she lets out a groan, smiling through the pain of taking your entire dick up her ass.

“You’re getting impatient.” A hand lifts up from her hip to grab one of her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh. “Thought you’d wanna take your time.”

“You still gotta take me to that festival.” She moans out as you’re pulling out slowly, letting her get used to your size before you stretch her out again. She clenches around you, impossibly tight, as you slowly begin to buck into her. “And I wanna get to–Fuck, that’s it–get to the beach too.”

She loops one of her hands around her neck as a harness, pulling herself up to give you a kiss. “So as much as I want to enjoy this–“ Another sigh slips out of her, the pleasure slowly erasing any of the pain that she’s feeling. “–You need to dick me down, fast, so we can enjoy our vacation.”

You smile, dipping down to pepper kisses around her neck. “Something we agree on, babe.” Your thrusts progressively get faster into her, enjoying the feel of her ass, the lube doing wonders for the both of you as she braces herself once more on the counter.

She’s so unbelievably snug, the feel of her abs flexing on your hand as she sucks you in so much easier now, the wet, sticky, warm hole overtaking your mind as you get to pounding her asshole.

”Fucking missed this ass, didn’t you?” She’s watching you over the reflection, your gaze laser focused on the bounce of her ass. It was hypnotizing, seeing it recoil from how hard you’re ramming your cock into her. 

“I never say no to your ass.” You grunt out, gripping her hip a bit firmer, squeezing her tit a bit harder, hammering a bit faster as you enjoy hearing her whimper your name out, her hand shooting up to hold onto yours as she shifts her body to lean into you instead.

”Then ruin my ass–“ She’s grinning, squeezing her breast over your hand. Her other hand is moving back down between her legs again, circling her clit, adding even more to the bliss she’s feeling. “–ruin it for anyone else.”

You oblige, hand crashing down on her ass before you grip her again, near the small of her back this time as you get rougher, thrusts getting more frantic as she starts to sing all these filthy words out.

“God, love you in my ass. Love it when you stretch my ass out, filling me, breaking me.” She’s on a tangent, muttering out all these porn star-y lines as if she is one, and honestly? She can probably make bank if all she had to do was take dick. “Gonna–Gonna make me your whore, aren’t you? Make me take your cock in all my tight fucking holes till I can’t fucking walk anymore–”

A sharp crack airs out, followed by a chuckle, slow, breathy, enticing. Her tongue’s out, tracing her lips. “Do it again. Slap my ass some more.”

And you do it. God do you do it. Your palm’s leaving hard slaps on her skin, leaving it with red marks that gets her even more fucked up as she watches, mouth widening at how much you’re utterly obsessed with her and her ass.

“Only think about cock nowadays don’t you, you stupid bitch.” You pinch a bud, giving her another slap on the ass. Whether she tightens up from the slap or the degrading nickname, you can only guess. “Guess it’s a good thing you’re getting mine.”

”Yes, love your cock–“ Somi’s rubbing herself faster now, fingers getting desperate as you slam harder into her hole, unrelenting. “Own this ass–” Her eyes are rolling back, her entire body starts to tremble, losing herself as she grips the counter again, letting herself be used like a doll. 

”Oh, fuck–“ She lets out this scream, raw, husky as liquid starts to drip out of her, dripping down her legs all the way to the tiles. Her head slacks downward, eyes shutting, her ass somehow gets even more vice-like than you thought it could get, making you murmur out a curse, reluctantly pulling out of her ass to stop yourself from following her.

Her fingers are persistent, working her clit when you spread her ass, looking at her gaping hole. You grip your shaft, lowering it down to her pussy, slick from her cum, dragging it up and down, the feeling of her heat making you wet your lips.

She shudders when you push inside her cunt, legs still shaking as you bury deep inside her. Her ass may have been tighter, but the feeling of her pussy being so much more slicker and the way it was radiating heat makes you groan out.

“Miss my pussy too?” She purrs, using the mirror to look at the both of you. Her hair’s a mess, brown strands sticking out all over the place, tongue playfully peeking out as that damn smirk forms on her mouth while you start fucking her.

“Just getting a taste.” You’re wrapping your arms around her, locking eyes with Somi through the glass as you lean in to whisper in her ear. “Promise to cum inside your ass.”

She grins, leaning back, mouth dropping open as you start to pick up the pace, her  body rocking forward every time you get balls deep inside of her. “You better. Want that cum filling up my ass, baby.”

You’re still focused on her face, from the way her eyes are rolling back again, from how rough you pummel into her, her mouth that’s panting out moans and begging for more of you, your cock, your cum. Her gaze never loses sight of you, watching you pound her into the marble.

Then you feel it. That all-familiar stirring in your balls, making you go feral, and she can sense it too, by how she pushes back against your hips, letting her take you for a ride.

You’re holding onto her tits, squeezing the soft flesh, rolling her nipples between your fingers, tugging at them, while Somi’s grounding herself by the counter as she’s bucking, grinding her ass against you whenever she takes you all in.

Her ass is fucking unbelievable to look at, soft, firm, bouncing with this rhythm that edges you closer to the end. The slaps of her backside hitting your pelvis is all you can hear, fueling you further to bursting. That tightness in your balls is building, the feel of her wet, hot pussy sending you to the deep end before you spill inside her.

“Gonna cum, Somi, fuck–” You lock up, going for one last push to cross the finish line as you send it, deep, filling her completely with your length.

The pressure breaks, hands sliding down to hold onto her curves, locking her in place as you cum, shooting up her pussy, the few hot spurts painting her walls. Then you remember where you’re supposed to cum, and pull out abruptly. Cum’s still leaking out as you press your tip into her asshole, flooding her pucker with your load.

“That’s it.” She stills, moaning in tune with every pulse of your cock, filling her ass, rolling her hips as you thrust, stuffing her with cock, giving her every bit of your cum. “So much hot, fucking cum all inside me.”

You slump over Somi, resting your head by her nape, completely spent and she’s glowing. As if your cum was some sort of energy drink that invigorates her, looking like she wasn’t pounded into the bathroom sink. 

“So–” She plants this sloppy kiss on your cheek, a snicker coming out of her as she rests her head on yours. “My ass still as good as you remember?”

“Always.” You sigh out, pulling out of her and drawing her into your arms. “Now shut up and let me have this moment.”

Her lips curve upwards, air scoffing out through her nose as she leans into you, running a hand through your hair, damp from your past actions. She leaves another kiss on your shoulder, soft, loving.

“This is nice,” she mutters out, nestling underneath you.

You hum in agreement, seeing yourself smiling over the reflection of the mirror.

Even if you two have done this so many times, you’d never get tired of having Somi in your arms.

—

After the bathroom incident, you both took a shower—separately, of course, you didn’t want any more unpredicted scenes happening—and walked to the nearby festival. Fucking about in the short trip to the venue was something you’d expect coming from her.

“Why is the festival so far away from the beach?” Somi’s fixing her bucket hat, using the nearby window of a cafe as a mirror. “You said that it was nearby.”

“It is.” You place a hand on the small of her back, steering her away from the window where people were definitely watching her model for free. “It’s a ten minute walk.”

“That’s ten minutes too long though-” And the countdown’s at five. You’re rushing her to the crossing, guiding her out of any more trouble. “-and my feet are starting to hurt.”

“Somi, we just got out of the hotel.” You deadpan. “And how does your feet hurt in All-Stars?” You stop at the other side, turning your head to face her.

“Because you’re walking too fast, jackass.” She pouts. It’s not something you see everyday from her. “Slow down a bit, enjoy the scenery.”

You know what she meant by ‘scenery’. It was Somi-speak for ‘Let’s find a place for a quickie’. One more way to derail this break you’ve planned for weeks. And you were not gonna fall for it a second time.

“Somi.” Your voice is stern, calling her out on her bullshit. “Seriously, not outside.”

She rolls her eyes, lips jutting out just enough for it to look adorably pissed off. “It’s just a joke–”

“No, it wasn’t.” You cut her off. “I know you. And that’s not a joke.”

Some would think you’re being too harsh on her. Normally, you’d agree. But you need to put your foot down this time. The glare on your face surprises her, like she wasn’t expecting you to push back on something that’s become the norm in your relationship.

She’s a walking trouble magnet. Anytime, anywhere. It didn’t matter if it was a risky fuck in a public bathroom or getting fingered at a park. If she wants to get off, she’ll more than likely drag you to it. She usually expects you to follow through. Do whatever type of fucking on whatever surface is nearby. 

You can tell she doesn’t like hearing it. It was foreign. Unfamiliar territory that she’s stepped on. Wasn’t like you want to say it either, because you don’t. But Somi was pushing, even with that ‘hotel only’ rule-thing in place. 

Somi knows it. She had to. It’s why she hasn’t said anything. Only stared, searching, sighing. You know you’ve won when she adjusts her bucket hat and purses her lips together.

“You’re no fun today.” She says, wrapping her arms around yours, hiding her face from your gaze, and mutters something you barely heard.

“...But I get it.”

You let air come out through your nose, and relax just a tiny bit. Enough for her to know that you’re not truly mad, and maybe a tad bit disappointed. Her arms tighten their grip. She exhales, dramatic, exaggerated, theatrical.

“I hope you know that you owe me one later.” Her smirk is creeping back onto her face, the teasing coming back in full swing. And perhaps, even a bit of understanding slipping in.

“Yeah, yeah.” You shake your head, giving her an amused little smile. “Put it on the tab.”

She giggles, leaning into your side as you continue walking. Her head turns.

“Is that coconut?” She asks, leaning just a bit more to smell your scent.

“Yeah, why?” You’re turning a corner, a small sign pointing to the festival’s venue stuck on a wall.

“Nothing.” She gets comfy in your arms, resting her head on your shoulder. “Smells nice, is all.”

This is nice too; Quiet, comfortable, enjoying each other’s company.

Until you feel it. The crowd getting thicker, the chatter and the footsteps matching the beat of the traditional drums. You felt livelier, hell, the entire place felt alive, and the smell of mouthwatering, rich, smoky, meat enters you.

Rows upon rows of food stalls are lined up; The sizzling meat, the cold boba, the multitude of grub tempting you to take part in it.

“Oh my God.” Somi lets go of your arm, slipping downward to hold your hand instead. Her stare is darting, left, right, looking between the display of delicious delights. She feels warm. “We are so eating first.”

“I thought you said you were full.”

“After what we did earlier, I need a little pick me up.” She’s dragging you to the nearby booth, the aroma of sweet, sweet meat filling your nostrils, and by God you wanted one too.

Sausages, kebabs, fishcakes. Everything looked so good you can’t choose where to start. It’s a good thing Somi does, as she takes a skewer of pork—maybe beef? You weren’t sure—and a cup of fishcakes, already pulling out change from her handbag to pay the vendor, giving her thanks while she’s at it.

She turns to you, already taking a bite of her skewer, taking the top piece off before she practically moans.

“This is sho good.” She’s shameless with the food, swiping her tongue to get the sauce off her lips, the sounds coming out of her bordering pornographic, getting her the occasional odd stare from others. “You want some?”

Shit, if the smell didn’t tempt you, the way she ate the meat would have.

She’s offering you the stick, and you were about to take it off her hands before she pulls it away, an “uh-uh” coming out disapprovingly. 

“What?” You ask, looking back at her, head tilted, giving you a look. She holds it up one more time, closer to your mouth this time. 

Your eyes cycle back and forth from hers to the stick, trying to figure if there’s some sort of ulterior motive that Somi’s trying to pull. But seeing her round ebony globes turn to crescents, face grinning, brows wagging lets you know that she really does want to feed you her meat. 

Your breath catches briefly before you let out this airy laugh. This doesn’t feel remotely close to the Somi you know, but you’re enjoying it either way.

“Unbelievable.” You mutter out, leaning in to bite the cube of flesh off the stick, chewing it slowly, savoring the flavor of the meat—definitely pork—and the sweet taste of the sauce it was dipped on before Somi bought it off the stall.

“Told you it’s good.” She’s already smug about it, finishing up the skewer before she uses the stick to dig into the fishcakes. “Almost as good as yours.”

“Did–did you just compare me to pork?” 

“Yours is still the best, babe.” She’s smirking, putting a piece of cake into her mouth before walking away. “Let’s go see what else is on the menu.”

You two move through the area, trying out whatever peaks catches your interest, like those fish bread that had bean paste inside, some fried dumplings, and a bowl of spicy ramen that you could get for free if you ate it within the set time limit. 

Both you and Somi left that shop a few bills short and egos bruised.

Your tongue is scorching from the heat and spices of whatever monstrosity of a ramen bowl you just ate, half tempted to take off your jacket while you’re at it and Somi’s wiping a tear from her eye, huffing short breaths. Just trying to recover from how fucking spicy the noodles were, and trying to salvage any shred of pride you two have.

“I think I’m dying.” She hisses out, fanning her face with her bucket hat. “We need milk or something. Anything. Just–what the fuck was in that ramen–just needs to be cold.”

You're scanning the nearby stalls, trying to find something that can alleviate this flame burning your mouths. Ice cream, shakes, something freezing. You’d take plain old water if it was kept frozen for hours on end.

Then you see it. Squeezed between two vendors, condensation dripping down the glass dispenser, ice and lemons floating over the body of water within. You can feel how cold it is from a mile away. It’s a Godsend, a light to guide you out of this hell, and Somi sees it too, speed walking towards the kiosk with you right behind her.

As soon as you approach the owner, he’s already preparing cups as if he knows everyone who’s tried the ramen came to his stall. Freezing cubes, citrusy yellow fruits, chilly H2O, all combined into a concoction that would bring forth paradise to the inside of your lips.

Somi doesn’t bother with a straw, she just pops the lid open and starts chugging it down while you’re still paying for your drinks, saying your thanks as you start drinking your own plastic cup. It’s refreshing, dousing the blaze in icy cold liquid.

The lemonade does its job, allowing a respite to finally breathe again. Somi’s already finished her drink, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, letting out a laugh.

“We’re checking every instant ramen pack we buy after that.” She says, shaking her head, blowing air through her mouth, still feeling the effects of the noodles. You let out this hum of agreement, too occupied with the bliss of the cold refreshment.

“Oh yeah.” You finally sigh out, licking your lips. “That was worse than your cooking.”

She swats your arm, light but firm enough to make you almost drop your juice. 

“My cooking’s great!” Her brows furrow, cheeks puffing out.

“Exactly. That was made by the Devil. Anything’s better than that.” You shift your grip, making sure that nothing spilled onto your hand while giving her a look.

She rolls her eyes, muttering about how ‘ungrateful’ you are when her gaze flickers past you; Her brows raise, jaw slacking slightly making you turn your head to follow her sight.

Your lips were about to part, to ask her what she’s looking at, until a deep boom cuts through the festival. It was slow, steady, pulsing, shaking the ground with each beat. Everyone around you stirs, turning to the source near the open area in the middle. You see costumed dancers with large fans on their hands. The beat of the drums goes faster, and you’re unconsciously taking Somi by the wrist, pulling her towards the performance. 

The show is spectacular; the colors of their dresses swirling around, the lights bouncing off them. They dance like a well-oiled machine, giving the spectators a show of a lifetime.

Your head turns, glancing at Somi, who’s just as immersed as you were, a glow in her those small orbs that you can get lost in that only ever shows when she’s gazing at things she cares intimately about. The orange light frames her face perfectly, the flickering shining through, a rawness in how she’s watching being written in her visage.

You can tell that she’s not just watching. The way her lips are still parted, her body nodding to the beat. She’s taking it in, losing herself in it, oblivious to the outside world. Oblivious to your staring.

Everyone’s focused on the dancers, the ballad of drums thumping along with each step they take, the muttering of the crowd as they’re wow’d by the show blending in with the smell of the nearby food stands. But all you’re focused on is her.

Somi’s blowing you away under the warm hue of the lanterns, a honeyed light encapsulating her hazel hair that makes her look like a Goddess; Shit, she probably is, and you can’t help but trace every little feature of her face; The curves of her cheekbones, the fullness of her lips, the light in her eyes. While everyone’s breath is taken away from the performers, yours is taken away by her.

She looks like she’s a dream that you’ve all but imagined. One you could spend the rest of your life looking at.

And you want to tell her. God, do you want to tell her.

But you settle for holding her hand instead, giving it a light squeeze. She squeezes back.

“It’s beautiful.” Her focus is still centered on them, talking about the performance.

“Yeah.” You’re talking about her. “It is.”

She turns, locking her gaze onto yours, and she realizes that too. 

Her grip on your hand gets tighter as the last beat drums out into the air, the group posing, bowing, thanking everyone. Claps and cheers sound out as everyone slowly returns to what they were doing before.

Just like the two of you do, when a smirk appears on her face. “Getting sappy on me?”

“Shut up.” You chuckle, walking backwards, your hand never letting go of hers as you continue on exploring. The warmth in your chest still lingers.

She lets out this tiny teasing giggle, fingers squeezing playfully, letting herself be strung along the crowd. The entire place feels even more lively than it was before the dance, the swarm of people occupying the stalls once more, the energy at an all time high. 

You can still smell the aroma of the kebabs, trying to pull you back in for another taste. You see the hellish ramen shop full of people lined up to take on the challenge; The lemonade stand has pre-made cups ready.

You nudge Somi, nodding to the stand, where the current contestant’s booking it to buy said juice, causing you two to laugh at the similarities.

You and her floated, going everywhere, doing everything. Listening to the band that performed earlier do a much more calmer beat. Watching Somi try—and fail—at shooting darts.

“You good?” Your arms are crossed, amusement coloring your face as she’s aiming at the board, an eyelid closed, tongue sticking out at the side, arm cocking forward. “I can do it for you, you know.”

“Shush.” A moment. An arm extending. A thunk in the air.

“Nice.” You’re clapping. “You hit nothing three times.”

She grunts, slamming down coins on the table. “You do it then.”

And you did. You hit dead center twice. You got a small keychain of a lantern too.

Somi’s sulking, arms crossed as she stares at the board, muttering out one word. “How?”

“You’re just bad.” You can’t help but be smug about it.

You got another smack on the arm for that.

The sun’s starting to set when the both of you ended up at the souvenir portion of the place, where you can see another line on a small photobooth on the side, stalls of handmade jewelry, charms, candles, whatever can be kept as keepsakes after today.

You’re window shopping—mostly—while Somi’s going through each and every one of the sellers, picking up trinkets that catch her eye. A bracelet here, an amulet there, she’ll try them all.

You’re mostly sticking to one, browsing through columns of rings, some similar, others completely different; A variety of colors, simply intricate designs, silver and gold bands all presented in ring boxes. A few have stones adorned on them, or have engravings etched in the metal.

Yet you only see one, tucked away in a corner. You hover over it, brushing your fingers over its container, and you pick it up.

The ring itself is made of this ashen grey metal, a thin turquoise line running in the middle, looping around it. It doesn’t scream attention, but there’s something fitting about it that makes you want to-

“What you got there?” Somi’s back with you, staring at the box that you’re holding. 

You blink, and you have an epiphany; The ring wasn’t for you, it’s for her.

“Put it on.” You take the ring out of the box and place it down, and you can feel the merchant look away and whistle.

“You’re proposing already?”

“Thought it would suit you.”

She laughs, takes it off your hands and twirls it, examining it for herself. She smiles, small, almost unnoticeable, and slowly slides it on her ring finger—it fits perfectly.

“What do you know,” Somi’s admiring it on her hand. “It does suit me.” There’s a fondness in the way she says it, as if she already likes the feeling of having it on her finger.

You were expecting her to follow up on that proposal joke she made before she put it on; She didn’t.

You had that gut feeling that she’d like it earlier, but the way she looks at it catches you off guard. Like it was something that she didn’t know she needed. Like a memento that came from someone special. Someone like you.

And that was all you needed to know to get it for her.

“So what did you get?” You’re nonchalantly changing the topic, trying to hide your excitement by fishing a few more bills out of your wallet, making a subtle face at the seller like you were asking for the price.

“This.” She says just as you pay and grab the ring box from the table. “You got me this.”

“Oh.” You shrug. That wasn’t the response you were expecting. “Well, I-uh, I hope you like it.”

“I love it.” She corrects, thumbing the ring. “I’m never taking it off.”

“Now who’s getting sappy?”

She makes this noise—happy, embarrassed—and shakes her head, smiling. “I hate you.”

You chuckle. “No, you don’t.”

She doesn’t answer. She only tugs you by the hand. “Come on, I heard there’s fireworks and the beach has the best view.”

You can’t help but tease her a bit when your brow raises and your lip turns upwards. “You didn’t get me anything did you?”

“Keep talking and I won’t get you anything at all.”

—

You can feel the festival’s energy stay with you two when you reach the outskirts of the beach, the faint smell of all the food you’ve passed by lingering on your clothes. But the chaos of it all is dimmer, the coastline not as populated, with only a few scattered around the area.

You took the long way back, enjoying the nightlife scenery of the area—without shenanigans—seeing everyone else enjoy the festival just as you did, the orange lights being replaced with the moonlight, some of the organizers prepping the colorful rockets that will dazzle the crowd later on.

Somi hasn’t stopped smiling, fooling around every other moment, raving all about the fireworks like it's the New Years and she needs someone to do that kissing tradition people do when it hits quadruple zeroes.

Wasn’t like you’d say no. Win in your books really.

The both of you end up on a pathway of rubble and stones, eventually coming across a set of benches looking towards the shore. She acts first, moving forward, pulling you with her to sit on the wooden chair.

Other than the sound of the waves crashing and the cicadas, it was finally quiet. A nice, comfortable quiet. Enjoying the silent peace, away from the chaos of the festival.

She rests her head on your shoulder, hand still looped around yours. “Borrow your jacket?”

“Sure.” You don’t hesitate, already moving to take your jacket off. You pull away from her for a moment to slip it from your shoulders and drape it over hers, securing it over her arms.

“Thanks.” Her fingers take a hold of the leather, pulling it closer to herself before she nestles back against you. A moment passes between you two, then–

“It’s still fucking cold.”

“I can always get you another bowl of that ramen–”

“No. Snuggle me.”

“O-kay.” And snuggle her you did. Arm over her shoulder, a kiss on her forehead. You two stay like that for a while until she takes another whiff of you, and squints.

“You really need to tell me that perfume you’re wearing.” She states.

“I’ll hand you the bottle back at the hotel.” She pouts.

“Just tell me the name already.” She whines. It was cute.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” She’s puffing her cheeks. It was cuter.

“Killjoy.” She elbows lightly. “Gonna snoop through your luggage for that bottle.”

“And now you’ll never get it.” You grin. It turns into a laugh when she elbows you a bit harder this time.

You two quiet down after, enjoying the view of the beach. She’s holding on to your hand, that ring on her finger glinting. She stares at it, smiling like an idiot again.

“Really outdid yourself this time, huh.” She mutters, too low for you to hear.

You hum, glancing down at her still staring at her hand. “Did you say something?”

She meets your eyes, giving you that look that she had back when you two were watching the performance happen. She holds it a beat too long, and opens her mouth to speak—

“Aeri told me.” She starts, gaze staying on you, even as you look away. Of course Aeri is a rat. “About why we’re here.” She chuckles. “And I think I should clear things up between us.”

“You don’t have to-” A nudge stops you from continuing.

“Shut up and let me talk.” Even when she’s serious there’s still that faint teasing inside of her. But it gives way when she breathes in and holds it, and lets it go.

“Every ex I’ve had was there because I’m ‘hot’. The easy fuck. And I knew about it.” She continues, thumb moving around the ring once more. “So I leaned into that stuff. I love doing it anyway, so I thought it’d be a win-win for everyone, you know?” She looks away, back to the shoreline. “But it didn’t feel right. Like–like yeah the sex was good–you’re the best–” She clarifies, and that kind of made your ego swell up a bit.

By a lot, actually.

“–But it was just sex. Honestly felt like I was booty call than anything else.” She shakes her head, sighing, tired from remembering those times, but pushes on anyway.

“So when we started fucking, it was different.” Her fingers tighten around the jacket. “It was fun. Well, sex is always fun, but it was funnier–”

“Funner.” You interject. Another elbow.

“Shut up.” She chuckles, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, with you it’s sorta not like that. I actually want to fuck you because I–”

She licks her lips, a little embarrassed about what she’s going to say next even though you already know what she’s about to do anyways.

“–I love you and I know that I don’t say it too much and I knowIshouldbutlikeIdont–”

“Somi, breathe.” Your arm over her grips her shoulder, just enough to ground her back from her short crashout.

She leans back into your chest, hiding, whining, breathing. One last deep inhale, and she’s sitting back up.

“Okay, okay.” Somi exhales, shaking off any sort of fluster she has left. “I’m fine, good, chill.” A finger pokes your chest. “You really need to tell me what your perfume is.”

“If it lets you say ‘I love you’ more then I’ll get you an entire bottle.”

“Oh my God.” She laughs, hand over her face. “You are not gonna tell me the name aren’t you?”

“Maybe after the trip.” You shrug, chuckling yourself as you watch her laugh harder.

“Such a jackass.” She lets out, her laughter dying down. “Seriously though, you might think that I fuck you for shits and giggles like Aeri said you were thinking. And while I appreciate the fact that you did all this–” Her hand finds yours, soft, firm, assuring. You can feel the ring indent against your skin. “–I also appreciate you a lot more. So don’t you fucking doubt that, got it?”

“Yes ma’am.” You smile, pecking her lips. “Love you.”

“...Love you too.” She smiles, hiding behind her hair this time. “Even if you won’t give me your damn perfume.”

“You are obsessed with finding out what it is.” 

“Yeah, and I am losing my fucking mind about it.” She’s back to cuddling you, your arm over her frame, dumb dopey little smiles on each of your faces. The small quiet moment passes, then—

“Sorry if I brought up exes, just–thought it was important.”

“You let me know I’m your best fuck. Nothing to be sorry about.” You get another light ribbing for that, but the giggle that comes out of her doesn’t deny your statement.

Something else was gnawing at you though.

“Did Aeri really rat me out?” You ask, scoffing, noting that you shouldn’t trust Aeri with any more secret trips. And maybe advice too.

Her eyebrows hike up. “What, because she let me know that you’re a closet Romeo in hiding?”

“I want to say that I’m more Han Solo than Romeo when it comes to romance.”

And the laugh that comes out of her sounded so genuine, so beautiful, so hers. “And I’m Princess Leia?”

“I mean,” You exaggerated, prolonging the word out in the air and making this face at her. “It’s better than being dead as Juliet. And Romeo too.”

She laughs harder, and you can’t help but get drawn into it too. It’s contagious, her energy, her teasing, her everything.

Eventually it dies down to small giggles and chuckles, and you’re back to having that comfortable silence with her. Then she stands up and turns to you, arm outstretched towards you. “Come on Romeo, still gotta get you something.”

“Are you trying to cheapskate by getting me a seashell?” A grin appears on your face as you let yourself be dragged away by her once more.

“Don’t forget about the fireworks.” She tosses over her shoulder, hurrying the both of you towards the sand, kicking off her shoes. You tug off your own, taking both pairs with you, leaving footprints down as you follow her into the grain.

The cold salty breeze of the sea hits you, and you see Somi waving to some of the people she passes by. Her hair flows down her back as the wind blows through, tilting her head back to feel the air, smiling as she closes her eyes. You wish you can take a photo of her because fucking hell is she beautiful.

Her head’s turning before you can, that familiar playful glint in her eye alongside a warmth that you’ve been craving for. So much so you’re unconsciously letting a smile break out of your face.

“What?” She asks, lips curling, as if she already knows where this is going. “Does Romeo have something to say?”

You don’t speak, only walk forward. Somi’s an arm’s length away when you drop your shoes onto the sand and take a hold of her, wrapping your arm around her waist, another resting on her cheek. She doesn’t pull away, if anything she leans into you, her own arms closing around your neck, and before you can act on kissing her, she’s pulling you instead.

Everything fades when her lips meet yours; All you can feel is how soft she is, the faint taste of fishcake and lemon hitting your tastebuds, her fingers threading around your hair. The way her cheek leans into your hand, the heat of her body molding to yours.

It’s different, not unlike every other kiss you’ve had with her. Desire, arousal, whatever you call it, it’s muted, replaced with warmth, joy, love. Less of a flicker and more of a flame, slowly gaining strength and settling within.

When she pulls away for air, the sight of her grinning is the first thing you see, breathless, eyes brighter than the shine of the moon. “Love you.” She utters, pecking your lips briefly, arms resting on your chest.

You only tilt your head, resting your forehead on hers, hands staying on her waist, keeping her close. You press your lips against hers, and it’s all the words she needs to feel how much you love her too.

A crack in the air splits the moment, making you turn your head to see bright lights in the air, the first wave of fireworks bursting into rainbows, crossing the dark skies.

“Told you this was the best view.” She says, eyes reflecting the colors in the clouds, the sounds of people cheering in the background muffled by all the cracking in the sky. 

You’re still holding her close as you watch the night get infected with the festival’s energy, each explosion painting the stars. The colors dance on the both of you—gold, crimson, azure—and you just can’t get enough of staring at her. 

“Ten out of ten.” You let out, no longer afraid of being caught by her. The smile on her face says she knows you’re talking about her, just like she did back at the festival. She doesn’t tease this time, accepting it instead.

Eventually the pauses between each wave of fireworks get longer, and you’re left with the sound of the waves crashing, the crowd splitting up into silent murmurs.

She sighs out, a small one, but you can feel the weight of everything leaving her. A laugh slips out, that familiar, joking little laugh with a hint of friskiness behind it.

“So,” A tug of your hand, and you’re heading back to the path out of the beach, passing by to pick up your shoes. “Wanna head back to the hotel and fuck all night?”

“Somi-”

“No, no.” She clarifies, swinging her arm and yours follow. “Romeo needs to realize that I love him. So I need to show him how much I do.”

…Oh.

There’s no teasing in there; Just pure honest resolve coming out. And when the words from before and now finally start to sink in, and your heart start to beat faster from the desire and the warmth that comes with all the implications of them. Physical, emotional, mental, spiritual.

Wasn’t just you thinking it’s all about fucking for her anymore. Not after that. You were just too wrapped up in your own thoughts to see the bigger picture. 

Maybe you did overthink things.

You don’t even feel her tugging you for a kiss, your name whispering out her lips. “I want this. I want you. No bullshit.”

And she means it. You believe her. With everything that she’s saying and doing and wanting and needing.

“I want you too. All of you.”

“Good.” She grins, and that was the brightest thing you’ve ever seen today. “Cause you’re not getting any sleep tonight.”

—

If there’s one thing that you didn’t regret paying for, it’s the hotel room. It wasn’t a suite or anything high-end nor was it any of the simple ones. It was the type after that, with the softer bed, the balcony view, a bigger TV—overall, just better.

So when you’re pushed down on the couch, Somi climbing on top of you, tongue shoved down your throat, you’re glad that the couch was pretty soft. You’re also glad that you can feel her tits pressing up against your chest when you kiss back.

She rolls her hips and gives your lower lip a bite that just fucks you up; She knows it too, when she grins and steals another kiss. Your hands rests on her waist, still rocking, grinding onto you. 

Somi’s everywhere; Resting on your shoulders, playing with your hair, slipping underneath your shirt. All the while her tongue is fighting yours, your own hands playing with the edges of her shirt.

You can feel your cock stirring, thickening underneath your pants, and it encourages her, keeping the slow pace that’s driving you insane.

“Someone’s enjoying this.” Her hands finally rest on your chest, face inches away from yours, that damn grin plastered on her face. She does it again, slower this time, and the sigh that comes out of her sounded like heaven on earth. Her grin widens, eyes flicking down to where you’re straining underneath your pants. “Really enjoying it.”

“Hey,” You squeeze a hip, smiling. “You fuck yourself on my lap like that, it’s kinda hard not to.” 

She hums, bringing your hands up to her tits, squeezing them over the shirt, molding them to be yours once more. You’ve felt her breasts so many times, through fabric, lace, bare, and you’ll never get tired of being able to have the privilege to cup them in your hands.

“God, Somi,” You groan, both from the way she’s forcing you to grope her chest—you’re into it as much as she is—and the way her hips are still rolling. She’s always been enthusiastic about sex, but this, this felt different. This is her offering everything, heart, body, and soul.

It wasn’t about her pleasure tonight. It was about yours.

“Does Romeo need help?” She asks, grinding, circling her weight down on you, making you squeeze harder on her tits. Intentional or not, she didn't care, all she does is let out another laugh because she knows you’re this close to throwing her to the bed.

She doesn’t wait for you to reply, take action, anything. Somi’s sinking down on her knees with this greedy, hungry look, her fingers making quick work of your belt buckle as she pushes your pants and your boxers down, your throbbing cock freed.

You know what’s going to happen; She’s done this so many times, she’s perfected the art of it. And you can’t wait.

“Fuck-” Somi licks her lips, wrapping a hand around you. She jerks you off slowly as she settles in between your legs, getting closer to your cock. You can feel her breath being so damn close. “Gonna worship you tonight baby.”

And the way she drags her tongue from the tip to the base in one agonizingly slow lick makes you wanna just, shit, you don’t even know. She was hot, wet, too damn slow, your cock twitching in her hand as she went back up to your head.

The next few minutes were her tongue tracing along your cock, leaving kisses where she knows you’re weak to, leaving your cock covered in spit, and she hasn’t even taken it in her mouth yet. 

She’s a damn tease, leaving you dying from the pleasure, arms gripping the couch as you let her do whatever she wanted with your cock. Her hands aren’t idle, stroking your spit-laden cock, playing with your balls, breathy little moans coming out of her mouth when she twirls her tongue on the tip.

You’re this close to begging, the need to thrust into her lips growing higher. But you won’t. Even though this is for you, it’s her play, and you’re here to enjoy the show.

You don’t even realize you called her name out, only that a smile appears on her face when she starts licking past the base of your cock and down to your balls. She takes one of them into her mouth, wetting them, her hot breath enveloping, encapsulating.

And the way she sucks on them, God it was like she wanted to kill you. Her tongue coating one, two, both, while her hands were playing with your shaft, jerking you, using her nails to trace the veins, thumbing the tip of your cock.

Somi’s a fucking menace, and she knows it. 

“Still alive?” She mutters, letting your balls go with a pop, sucking in her spit, drooling it all over your cock, making such a pretty mess of you.

“I need,” You’re desperate, panting, your own hands finding solace in her hair, resting, gripping, cock painfully wanting her mouth on it. You can’t even fucking talk, because this wasn’t pleasure, it was torture.

“Tell me.” She says, mouth hovering over your tip, letting out these pants that make your cock ache even more. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“Somi-” You can’t. Not when she’s fucking teasing you with her tongue, running it all over your tip, those brown eyes darkening with a need for your cock, your words, your end.

“Come on, Romeo.” You can barely call it jerking off with how much she’s slowed her hands down. “You can do it.”

“Shit, need you-” You’re thrusting your hips, throwing away your pride to silently beg instead of telling her what you want.

“Just one word, baby.”

“Somi, please-”

And her mouth takes you. All of you.

You swear a bell rang out the moment her lips came into contact with your cock, because the only thing you can see is white, and she’s the angel that’s coming to bring you to Heaven.

Once she takes your entire length, she stops, holding you there inside of her throat. Her tongue’s flat under your shaft, trying to move and get a taste of your balls. You don’t know how long she’s had your cock in her mouth, and you don’t care. You already lost count when she got on her knees.

She pulls back, spit coating her chin, dripping down her shirt. Strings of them are still connecting her lips to your cock as she wraps them back into you, sucking on the tip, tongue working all over, and her hands are back to pumping you.

“So good,” She lets out, lips still making out with your tip, giving you a cheeky wink that is making you lose your fucking mind. She takes more of you, mouth so damn hot, cock drowning how it’s getting wetter, cheeks hollowing as she starts to suck.

You thought you were dying when it was just her tongue. You’re six feet under when she starts bobbing her head on your cock, and she isn’t just worshipping. Fuck that, this is murder. 

There’s no method to her madness. She’ll go with slow, shallow, deep strokes, memorizing every inch, every vein of your cock that makes your toes curl. Suddenly she ramps it up to eleven and fucks her face on your cock, burying you inside of her throat, bracing yourself by gripping her hair tighter. Or she’ll be doing it somewhere in-between, her tongue flicking the tip, hands jerking you, eyes staring into yours.

“You love this, don’t you.” It’s a statement, one she makes after she’s throated your cock. You can’t let out a response when she’s coming back down, lips making out with your tip instead of going back down to the base.

You’re losing your fucking mind. Every time you thought she’d settle into a rhythm, she switches it up, keeping you on your toes, lips grinning, tiny little giggles coming out of her while she’s giving your cock the best blowjob you’ve ever had.

“Fucking adore this cock.” Your cock’s pushing against her cheeks, giving you this one hell of a view. “And it’s all mine.”

Her eyes did not fucking help. Every flick of her tongue, stroke of her hand, bob of her head. Those dark eyes did not leave yours. She’s already ruined you for anyone else, but this is ruining you.

The only thing you can do is let out these weak groans, moans that were borderline begging, just trying to hang on to the ride she’s giving you.

“God–” She starts, spitting another batch of saliva down your cock, her entire face a mess with spit and . “I could do this all night.”

Somi loves it. You know she does. Relishing in it, thriving off of every flex of your leg, every twitch of your fingers, every thrust of your hips.

It’s fueling her, knowing that you’re letting her do anything she wants to you. It’s a goddamn power trip, and she lets you feel how much she’s enjoying you wrapped around her pretty lips.

The moans she’s letting out causing those vibrations to spread all over your cock. The gags that follow were fucking filthy, so wet, so raw. Her throat’s pulsing, contracting around you whenever she takes you down all the damn way. Every choke is a sign of victory that keeps her going, fingers digging your thighs, spit leaking down her mouth.

She pops off of your cock, sucking in a breath. You heard it differently. Messy, needy, undeniably Somi. She’s grinning as she comes back to sliding her tongue over your shaft, spit all over the place.

Somi was not lying when she’ll be worshipping your cock tonight. She’s staking her claim on you, letting you know that nobody else can do it like she can. She’s in the top 1 percent of sucking dick, and you’re extremely lucky to have met this whirlwind of a woman.

“Gimme.” She doesn’t bother asking if you’re close. She can see you’ve been wanting to burst ever since she put her lips on you. “Gimme all that cum, baby. I’ll take all of it. Mouth, face, anywhere you fucking want.”

“Somi–” You growl, teeth gritting, the urge to ruin her entire face with your load at an all time high. Your hands pull her hair, signaling where you want it. “Fa–shit, babe. All over your face.”

“Yeah?” Somi’s stroking you faster, eyes locking with yours, sticking her tongue out as she opens wide. She’s just as fucked as you were, hair all messy from the pushing and pulling you’ve done, strands of it sticking to her flushed cheeks, spit running down her chin.

She’s the filthiest she’s ever been on her knees, and all the nasty things she’s saying, every single word that comes out of her mouth, that sent you over the edge.

“Gonna ruin me? Cover me in your cum? Turn me into your cumdump–ah!”

You're all over her. On her forehead, over her eye, on top of her nose. She’s gasping, moaning, reveling in your cum. She’s getting messier, cum on her hair, her cheeks, her lips.

“Fuck yes,” She draws out, licking her lips, having a taste. “Always so much cum.”

It’s a damn shame you couldn’t commit the view to memory because all you can feel is how good it was when Somi’s jerking you off, covering herself in you. It felt even better when she shoves herself back down her throat, swallowing the last few drops.

You groan, feeling her cheeks hollow out one last time, draining you of the last few drops you let out. You finally get a good view of her after the fallout of your orgasm, and she is drenched in white, one eye closed, lips stretched in a smile even with your cock sandwiching them. 

She pulls your cock out of her lips, and she grins while you’re still sitting on the couch reeling from whatever the fuck that was.

“Oh my God,” You sear her cum-streaked face into your brain, her shirt wet from the spit and cum, because holy shit does she look shamelessly ecstatic with how dirty she is while you’re still remembering how to breathe. “You’re just–what the fuck?”

Somi laughs, tongue flicking out to catch a drop of cum sticking to her lips. Her fingers aren’t idle too, scooping up the cum and sucking them clean. “That’s one.”

“What, are we–” You adjust yourself, watching how she cleans herself up of your cum. Every stray, every glob of it lands on her mouth, and she’s enjoying it like it’s ice cream. “Are we keeping score?”

She smirks, hands dropping down to grip the hem of her shirt, and she’s pulling it over her head, landing somewhere behind her—you don’t care—showing a lacy black bra. 

“Round two?” The bra comes off too, and you’re left looking at two very convincing arguments to keep going.

Then she’s coming back down to your cock, giving you these lazy licks, cleaning you up, taking care of you. You consider it the third argument, your cock stirring, twitching back upwards.

“Come on, Romeo. My tits still need to be fucked.” She says, cupping said breasts, giving them a good squeeze. She leans down, letting a trickle of her spit fall down between them; You are so fucking screwed.

Somi’s pulling your hands to her tits, holding them over her hands. You already had a feel of them earlier, but God are they—she—the best you’ve ever held in your arms. 

“Relax, baby.” And she’s wrapping her perfect fucking tits around you, soft, warm, killer. “Just enjoy.”

She starts slow. Tits sliding up and down your cock, hands pressing around her chest. Yours, hers, it didn’t matter. She presses tighter, the pressure, pleasure, both increasing as every pump between them sends your already sensitive cock to another orgasm.

“Holy shit,” You groan, because it’s the only thing you can do. She has you wrapped around her finger, her tits, her tongue, which is occasionally licking your tip whenever it peaks and God, this is going to make you cum so damn fast.

“You can move, you know.” She’s even encouraging you to, letting out another glob of spit down her breasts, moving faster. “Fuck my tits, fuck them like you own them.”

And you do. You thrust up, once, experimental, and she slides down. Then another. Your hands settle on her shoulders. Another thrust. She squeezes tighter. The tempo goes faster.

“That’s it. Use my tits. Make a mess all over them. Want to feel it all in my tits, baby.” Somi’s riling you up again with all the dirty words that come out of her mouth. “Your slut wants more of your cum. Please. Please.”

Her shoulders are your lifeline, pumping faster, her tits bouncing with each stroke. She’s biting her lip, watching you—eager, hungry, devoted—fall apart under the slick, warm cushion of her breasts.

It’s all sending you closer to pumping another load onto her. Her tits, her face, her moans. It’s like you’re in a lucid dream with the way it all feels. Soft, tight, wet, it’s all too much for you, and that aching in your stomach is coming back too strong, too fast.

You’re so fucked out of your mind from earlier that your pace doesn’t last. Your rhythm stutters, and she picks up right where you left off, even faster than you did.

“Yeah, that’s it–” She’s gasping, her hot breath teasing you with every thrust. “Cum for me. Come on, baby, give me more.”

She puts her tongue back in the mix, leaning down to flick the head, and that makes you lose control.

Your hand takes a hold of her cheek as you give one last pump, hot spurts painting her chest, filling her cleavage, lining her collarbone.

Somi’s still fucking her tits on your cock, milking you for every last drop and you’re left shaking. Legs, hips, it didn’t matter. All you know is that you’re cumming for her, and her chest is your next canvas.

And when you’ve given her what she’s wanted, you’re slumping back, vision foggy, body suffering from the pleasure that Somi’s has brought before you. 

She’s grinning, giggling, laughing. Your cum’s all over her, dripping down, sticking onto her like glue, a pearl necklace fashioned over her. She’s licking the cum off her tits, scooping up the bits she can’t, having her second serving of your cum for the night.

She’s making a performance out of it, now and before, when she cleans herself up. Drawn out moans, hums, teasing little giggles. Eyes holding yours.

“So,” Somi takes a hold of your cock, lips on you once more, and it’s more painful than pleasurable this time. She’s still hungry for more and shit, you are too. Hungry for her.

“Shower?”

—

You didn’t even make it to the shower when you decided to pick her up, place her on the marble counter, pull her jeans down, and push her thong to the side. She was drenched, her pussy glistening, dripping in arousal. And you are starving.

Your mouth is on her pretty lips, tongue swiping everywhere. Teasing her slit with slow, teasing licks, fucking her entrance with your tongue, flicking her clit with your thumb. She’s trying to drown you with her juices, the taste of her so sweet and pungent.

“Keep going–fuck, right there–” She’s gasping, cursing, grinding on your mouth. Her soft thighs are wrapping around your face, pulling you deeper, nails digging into your scalp. The pleasure’s taking over her entire being, filth spewing out of her mouth.

You’re holding her thighs, forcing them apart before you start to fuck her with your fingers—two—while your tongue moves to flicking her clit. Her walls are squeezing them, tight, wet, hot.

“Oh my God,” Somi’s panting, watching you feast on her pussy, tracking the hand that gave her thigh a little slap—a warning—before you reach upwards to cup one of her tits, feeling how good it molds to your touch.

You pinch a bud just as you curl your fingers insider her, hitting her right where you know will fuck her up even more. And she does, moaning, squirming, trembling all for you.

“I’m so close–please, please, please–” Somi’s singing you praises, hips thrusting into you, wanting to chase that high that you’ve been holding her back from, edging her from achieving it.

Until you decided that she’s been a good enough girl for you and started pumping your fingers and your tongue faster. You grope her breast harder, watch her fall apart for you, her voice peaking, begging. Her pussy making these filthy noises with each thrust of your fingers.

You give her tit another greedy grope, and you raise your hand to give it a rough slap. That’s enough to send her spiraling, reeling, cumming.

“Fuck–fuck–fuck–” Somi’s shaking, thighs quivering, back arching as the pleasure consumes her. You’re fucking her all throughout it, sucking her clit. She’s dripping down your fingers, your chin, the counter.

“Shit, baby–” Somi’s pushing your head off, her own resting back onto the mirror behind her. Her legs are still twitching as you stand up, caressing them. “This payback from earlier or what–”

“A guy can’t eat his girlfriend out?” You peck her lips, one of your hands reaching up to cup her tits as the other is brushing up the inside of her thighs.

“Make that two and a half then.” She chuckles, and for a second there her eyes had this loving glint, layered with the normal teasing gleam in them.

“Now, seriously. Shower and then we make it three.”

—

“Cumming!”

Somi’s wrapping her legs around your waist, back against the glass, pussy tightening around your cock. Her chocolate hair is sticking on her face, wet from the warm water that was falling around your bodies.

Her toes are curling as you pound her throughout her orgasm, her arms pulling you tighter, moaning profanities into your ear while you readjust your grip on her ass and give her slow, deep thrusts to keep you from slipping under the tiles.

“Harder–fuck–fuck me harder–” Her pussy’s gushing around you, thighs shaking, holding onto you for dear life as you slowly start to thrust faster. “Want, want your cum inside–shit–”

You grunt as her nails start to dig into your back, burying your face into her neck, biting hard enough to leave marks. She whimpers, legs locking around you, pussy somehow squeezing you tighter, and it’s getting to you.

Her soft, big tits pressed against your chest, her sighs directly reverberating into your ears combined with the sound of wet flesh slapping together, pussy clenching everytime you hit her g-spot.

It’s making you want to go faster, harder, deeper. You’re getting desperate to chase your high, all because of Somi. 

“‘M close.” You groan just as she cries out, her pussy pulsing, another climax approaching her body. She pulls away from your neck to press her lips against yours—needy, loving moans humming out of her as she tangles her fingers into her hair.

And that was all it took to make you cum, slamming into her, spilling your cum deep inside, the ecstasy crashing over your body as you lean forward to have the shower glass support the both of you. 

Somi’s shaking, milking you of every drop, screams echoing around the bathroom as she experiences another wave of pleasure rippling her entire body. 

The sound of water falling and breathing is the only thing left filling the air, the both of you clinging to each other to bask in the afterglow.

“Fuck, Romeo.” She giggles, forehead pressing against yours. “First you go down on me, now this?”

“What can I say,” You nuzzle back into her neck, leaving a kiss over one of the hickeys you’ve left her. “You got me all worked up back on the couch.”

And she laughs, head tilting back, and even with the water blinding you she looks so beautiful.

—

Your hands were busy groping her soft, full ass when she straddles you, back facing your chest as she rubs her pussy on your length before she eases herself down. She’s taking all of you, pussy dripping, heat wrapping around.

“God, this cock,” She sighs, arching her back. “Still so hard for me.”

You’re loving the way her pussy’s clenching around you, taking your length every time Somi bounced that tight ass of hers. Your hold on her ass tightens when she starts to pick up speed, that rhythmic sound of skin hitting skin starting to permeate the air.

It’s a symphony of moans spilling out of lips, creaks of the bed underneath you, and wet slicks of her pussy gripping your cock playing in the room, and you had the best view in the house when she starts to roll her hips like that.

“Babe, what–what the fuck–” The next few seconds were spent spouting out the dumbest shit you’ve ever said in your life, because the moment she leaned forward and popped her ass out even more to fuck herself on your cock you were losing mental capacity by the second.

“Want it slow?” She slows down and turns her head to look at you. It’s torture hidden in paradise, the pace she’s bouncing almost stopping to a crawl. “Or fast?”

“Whatever you want, just, you–” You can’t help but crash your hand down on her ass, the smack rippling the air. Somi takes it the wrong—or right, who gives a fuck—way and starts to ride you, picking up right where she left off; Ruining you.

She’s unrelenting now, fucking herself on your cock, that hypnotizing ripple of her ass staring back at you, drawing you in, drowning you. From the way she’s moving her hips, hitting every deep spot inside her on every drop of her ass, the curses that she’s singing; It’s all so fucking devilishly heavenly.

Hands grip the sheets, holding on for dear life as she’s getting more and more unhinged with how she’s slamming down on you. One of them reaches up to her ass, that goddamn ass that looks so fuckable, you can’t stop yourself from sliding your thumb over her asshole.

“Y-Yeah?” She’s too lost in her own pleasure to give out any sort of decent reply, her voice coming out as whimpers and moans and cries of pleasure in between all of it. “Want, want my ass again don’t you Romeo–”

You push your finger in the entrance, and she starts to break.

“Oh shit–” She gets impossibly tight as she starts convulsing, toes curling, body falling, hips still fucking fucking. One last slam of her ass and she’s lost it, moans, whimpers, screams; All in a span of a few moments.

You take it as a sign to move. Leave another slap on her ass as you sit upright and pull her towards you, falling back down as you start to fuck her, chasing after your own orgasm, the want to give another coating of your load inside of her growing higher and higher.

Hands grab everywhere; Her tight stomach, heavy tits, her neck. You’re not letting her rest after her climax as you give her neck a little squeeze, her cunt clenching around you, and that makes you see stars.

She’s coming with you when she’s pulled for a kiss, sloppy and needy and so adoring. Tongues are fighting when you’re buried deep inside her, taking every single drop of hot white cum. She’s groaning, feeling all of you pour into her.

And when it ends, you’re both catching your breath, 

“You might end up killing me tonight.” She mutters, leaving these little pecks and kisses over your jaw, your cheeks, your lips.

“You’ll do me in first.” You reply, hands coming back down to wrap around her waist as you pull out, feeling your spunk leak out onto the sheets.

She giggles like she always does, leaving another kiss on your lips, cheeks flushing from uttering the next words that come out of her. “Love you.”

“Love you too, Somi.” You grin. Two simple words and you’re getting all giddy again. “Love you too.”

—

You two didn’t really stop.

There were breaks in between, of course. Get a glass of water, have short cuddly moments, make out sessions before she pulls you into another round. Or vice versa.

It’s a back and forth, really.

She drags you outside to rail her in the balcony, the cool air hitting the both of you as the view of the beach greets you. Somi’s loud, uncaring of the nearby rooms as you pump her cunt full of another load.

You have her head dangling off the side of the bed, fucking her face, lodging your cock down her throat. Spit’s running down her face as she takes every inch of you, trying—and failing—to finger herself in time with your thrusts while you’re holding onto her tits until she can drink all of the cum that you’ll inevitably feed her.

Somi’s shoving you back down the couch, cock up her ass as she rides you. Her tits are fucking hypnotizing, and you’re latching onto one of her buds, sucking, swirling, nipping. She’s crying out, shoving you deeper into her cleavage as you fill her ass.

You’re fucking her on top of the table, her back scraping the wood. She’s pulling your hands to her tits, giving one of them a slap before pinching her hard nub, another staying down to rub her clit. You leave a kiss on her forehead as you cum together.

She’s on top of you again—on the bed this time—as she grinds her hips, her walls gripping, pulsing around your cock. She took it slow, deliberate, teasing, enjoying how much you’re squirming underneath her. Her nubs are brushing against your chest as she locks lips with yours, all tongue, until your legs lock up and you’re cumming inside her.

The hotel was a complete mess by the time you two were done.

You ended up back on the bed, the both of you spent. Your cock is aching from the amount of times you came in the last few (How long were you two fucking?) hours while her cunt’s leaking all the cum you’ve dumped inside of her.

Somi’s draping an arm over your chest, her fingers tracing shapes on your skin. That ring you gave her never came off the entire night.

“Nine’s a hell of a record.” She smiles, curling up to you, breathing heavy from all the activities. “Best night of my life.”

“Yeah,” You sigh, playing with her hair. “Tell that to my dick.”

“I don’t hear you complaining.” She slaps your chest, light, teasing. “You loved it.”

“You’re not wrong.” You leave a kiss on her forehead. “I do.”

“Love you too.” She smiles, reaching up to give you a kiss. She’s warm, that tingly feeling rising out of your stomach. You’re both grinning into the kiss, slow, deep, hands cupping her face, hers resting on your chest.

The next few minutes were spent talking about the random things that crossed your minds.

Shit like showers—

“We’re gonna need another shower.” 

“I’m too sore.”

“I can probably carry–”

“...I take it back. I can’t move either.”

Getting Aeri back for ratting you out—

“You seriously think Aeri would hook up with him of all people?”

“I mean, they kinda already did.”

“What the hell, since when?”

“The night after they fucked–”

“Don’t be a smartass, Romeo.”

The plans tomorrow—

“We’re hitting the beach tomorrow.”

“You just want to see me in a bikini.”

“And maybe dunk you in the water. But yeah. Bikini.”

Somi being a lovingly clingy idiot for the first time—

“Love me.”

“I am loving you.”

“You’re not doing it enough.”

It was dumb, pointless, and sorta ironic. From the quiet moments that you wanted and the copious amounts of sex you tried to avoid, it felt oddly worth it.

And it was just the first day. You don’t know whether you should be jumping for joy or scared for your life.

But you can’t say that you can ask for anything else—

“Wanna have another go to round it up?”

“Somi–”

Now, if there is such a word that combines happiness and fear, that would be what you’re feeling right now.

I actually did not have any intention of continuing Gym Freak, it was supposed to be just a oneshot story, but here we are..

This one is my lengthiest one yet..

"Mark? Where are you.. it's been 1 hour, Sana's impatient.."

The message illuminated Mark's phone screen as he stepped out of the taxi, his pulse already thrumming with anticipation beneath his skin. The gym encounter with Jihyo had been unexpected, electric, a collision of sweat and desire that had left her pressing her number into his palm with the promise that fortune might favor him with more than just her company. She had whispered about Sana then, a teasing hint of possibilities that had haunted his thoughts for days.

His phone had buzzed earlier that evening with Jihyo's voice, honeyed and commanding, directing him to this luxury hotel downtown. She had mentioned Sana would be there, yes, but her tone carried additional secrets, promises unspoken that quickened his step as he crossed the polished marble lobby.

Mark's fingers moved across his phone screen as he entered the elevator, the mirrored walls reflecting his eager expression back at him. "I'm almost there, just 2 minutes.."

The elevator ascended in silence, each floor marking a progression toward something he could feel in his gut, heavy and hot. When the doors slid open on the eighth floor, he moved with purpose down the carpeted corridor, his shoes making no sound against the plush flooring. Room 895 waited at the end of the hallway like a portal to another world.

He knocked, three sharp raps against the wood, and prepared himself for Jihyo's smile or Sana's rumored beauty. The door swung open, and the breath caught in his throat.

Somi stood before him, all long limbs and golden skin, wearing nothing but a bikini top that strained against the swell of her breasts and matching panties that sat low on her hips. The fabric was a vibrant turquoise that made her sun-kissed complexion glow, but it was the minimal coverage that arrested his attention, the way the material barely contained her curves, the visible outline of her mound beneath the thin bikini bottom. She was barefoot, her toenails painted a matching shade, and her blonde hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders.

Mark bowed instinctively, his eyes dropping to the floor, his mind scrambling to reconcile this unexpected vision. "I.. I'm Mark," he stammered, his voice coming out rough. "Jihyo invited.."

"So you're the gym guy," Somi said, her voice carrying a melodic lilt, her head tilting as she assessed him with eyes that seemed to strip away his clothing already. "Jihyo didn't mention you'd look so.. overwhelmed."

"I wasn't expecting.. I mean, she said Sana would be here, but she didn't mention.."

"That there'd be three of us?" Somi laughed, the sound bright and mischievous. She leaned against the doorframe, her posture relaxed, completely unbothered by her near-nudity. "Jihyo likes her surprises. She said you were good with your hands."

Before Mark could formulate a response, Jihyo appeared from behind the door, her presence commanding immediate attention. She wore a blue swimsuit, one-piece but cut scandalously high on her hips, the fabric a deep navy that contrasted beautifully with her warm skin. The neckline plunged between her breasts, showing ample cleavage, and the back was open, revealing the smooth expanse of her spine. Her dark hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and her eyes sparkled with knowing amusement.

"Mark," she breathed, pushing past Somi to embrace him. Her body pressed against his, soft and firm in equal measure, the scent of vanilla and something more primal enveloping him. "You came. I wasn't sure you'd have the courage."

She pulled back but kept her hand on his arm, guiding him into the suite. The living room was spacious, modern furniture arranged around a glass coffee table, floor-to-ceiling windows showing the city lights beyond. Mark stood in the center of the room, suddenly aware of his casual attire, his jeans and t-shirt feeling inadequate against the swimwear-clad women.

"Somi, this is Mark," Jihyo said, her hand sliding down to interlace with his fingers. "The one I told you about. The one who fucked me so thoroughly in the gym locker room that I couldn't walk straight for hours."

Somi's eyes widened, her lips parting in an expression of delighted shock. She stepped closer, her gaze roaming over Mark's body with frank appraisal. "In the locker room? Jihyo, you dirty girl. Was it against the lockers?"

"Against the wall," Jihyo confirmed, her thumb stroking Mark's palm. "He had me pinned there, my legs wrapped around his waist, his cock so deep I could feel him in my throat."

"And he made you scream?" Somi asked, her voice dropping to a lower register, huskier.

"Like a banshee," Jihyo laughed. "The entire gym probably heard. I didn't care. I couldn't care, not with him pounding into me like that."

Mark felt his face flush, the memory flooding back, the heat and urgency of that encounter, Jihyo's nails digging into his shoulders, her wetness coating his shaft as he drove into her again and again.

"Well," Somi said, stepping even closer, her breasts nearly brushing against his arm. "I hope he's got stamina for three. I don't like being disappointed."

From the bedroom doorway, a voice called out, melodic and sweet, carrying a hint of impatience. "Jihyo yaa, I'm ready, where's your-"

Sana emerged into the living room, her presence like stepping into sunlight. She wore a white bikini, pure and virginal in color but sinful in cut, the triangles of the top barely containing her generous breasts, strings tied behind her neck and back. The bottom was a thong style, the thin strip of fabric disappearing between her rounded buttocks. Her hair was down, dark and glossy, falling past her shoulders in waves that caught the light. Her face was bare of makeup, natural and stunning, her eyes large and expressive.

She stopped mid-sentence, her mouth forming a perfect 'o' as she took in the scene before her. Mark watched her gaze travel from Jihyo to Somi to him, confusion giving way to realization, then to something hotter, darker.

"Oh," Sana said, her voice soft. "Oh my."

"Sana," Jihyo said, her tone warm and inviting. "This is Mark. Remember I told you I met someone special at the gym? This is him."

Sana's eyes met Mark's, and he felt the impact like a physical blow, her gaze intense and assessing, roaming over his face, his shoulders, down his chest. She took a step forward, then another, her hips swaying with unconscious grace.

"The gym guy," she repeated, her lips curving into a smile that was part shy, part predatory. "Jihyo hasn't stopped talking about you. She said you were.. talented."

"She's exaggerating," Mark managed, though his voice was rough.

"She doesn't exaggerate about sex," Sana said, now standing directly in front of him. She was shorter than the other two, more petite, but her presence filled his vision. "When Jihyo says someone is good, they're exceptional. She has very high standards."

"Very high," Somi agreed from his side.

"And you came," Sana continued, her hand rising to touch his chest, her fingers light through his t-shirt. "You came when she called, knowing she might have surprises for you."

"I hoped," Mark admitted, looking down at her beautiful face. "I hoped there might be more than just talking."

Sana laughed, the sound like bells. "Talking? Oh, sweetie, we're not here for talking." She looked over at Jihyo. "He's cute. I like his eyes."

"He has very nice eyes," Jihyo agreed. "And very nice hands. And a very nice.. everything else."

"Can I touch him?" Sana asked, her gaze never leaving Mark's face.

"He's not a museum piece," Somi snorted. "Though he should be, with that jawline."

"I want to make sure he's real," Sana said, her hand sliding down to his stomach, then lower, her palm pressing against the growing hardness in his jeans. "Oh. Very real."

Mark groaned, his hips bucking slightly into her touch. Sana's eyes darkened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

"He's responsive," she observed. "I like that."

"We all do," Jihyo said, moving to stand behind him, her hands resting on his shoulders. "Sana, Somi, should we show him what we have planned?"

"Show me," Mark said, his voice gravelly. "Show me everything."

Sana's smile turned wicked, her hand still pressed against his erection. "Oh, we're going to show you more than everything. We're going to ruin you for other women."

"Promise?" Mark asked.

"Guarantee," Sana whispered, and then she was rising on her toes, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body pressing fully against him. She hugged him tight, her breasts squashed against his chest, her cheek against his, and he could feel her heart beating fast, matching his own rhythm. "Welcome to paradise, Mark. You're going to get so lucky today."

Jihyo disappeared into the bedroom, her footsteps light against the carpet. Mark stood between Somi and Sana, the two women flanking him like guardians of some erotic temple, their bodies radiating heat and promise. Somi's hand found his, her fingers interlacing with his, while Sana remained pressed against his front, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Jihyo says you're strong," Somi murmured, her thumb tracing circles on his palm. "She says you can lift her easily."

"I work out," Mark said, his free hand coming to rest on Sana's lower back, his fingers dipping beneath the string of her bikini bottom.

"Good," Somi purred. "Because we're going to test your strength. All three of us."

Sana nipped at his neck, her teeth grazing his skin. "We're going to wear you out, Mark. We're going to use you until you can't move."

"Challenge accepted," he breathed.

Jihyo returned from the bedroom, her arms laden with three large white towels, plush and hotel-fresh. She dropped them onto the coffee table with a soft thud, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Without any further delay," she announced, her voice commanding and sure, "let's fucking go to the pool."

The three women moved as one, untangling from Mark and heading toward the door. Jihyo paused, looking back at him, her gaze dropping to his still-clothed body.

"Strip," she ordered, her tone brooking no argument. "Strip to just your shorts. Nothing else."

Mark obeyed, his fingers finding the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. The air was cool against his heated skin, his muscles defined from years of training. He kicked off his shoes, then unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his legs until he stood in only his boxer briefs, the dark fabric tented with his arousal.

"Those too," Somi said, her eyes hungry. "Jihyo said shorts. Tight shorts. Show us what you're working with."

Mark hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down, his cock springing free, heavy and thick, before he quickly pulled on the swim trunks he'd brought in his bag. They were black and tight, leaving little to the imagination, the outline of his erection clearly visible against the fabric.

The three women watched him with predatory focus, their gazes fixed on the bulge between his legs. Somi and Sana moved to either side of him, their hands finding his buttocks, squeezing the firm muscle through the thin material.

"Firm," Somi commented, giving him another squeeze.

"Very nice," Sana agreed, her hand sliding to cup his cheek.

They chuckled, the sound low and conspiratorial, and each took one of his hands, guiding him forward like royalty escorted by his concubines. Jihyo led the way, her hips swaying in that devastating swimsuit, and they moved through the hotel corridor as a group, four bodies united in purpose.

The private pool area was on the rooftop, accessed by a key card that Jihyo produced from somewhere in her swimsuit. The space was enclosed by high walls, lush greenery providing privacy, the pool itself glowing with underwater lights that turned the water into liquid turquoise. Steam rose gently from the heated surface, and the city skyline provided a stunning backdrop.

Jihyo checked the perimeter, ensuring they were truly alone, before nodding to the others. "We're clear. Just us."

Somi and Sana released his hands, their movements synchronized as they moved toward the pool's edge. They didn't dive in immediately. Instead, they turned to face him, three beautiful women in minimal swimwear, their bodies illuminated by the soft glow of the pool lights.

"Last one in has to eat the others out first," Somi challenged, her eyes sparkling.

"You're on," Sana laughed.

But Mark didn't move to race them. He stood his ground, watching as they slowly, deliberately, removed what little they wore. Somi reached behind her back, untying her bikini top and letting it fall, her breasts bouncing free, full and perfect with pink nipples already hard in the cool night air. She pushed her panties down, stepping out of them, and stood completely naked, her shaved pussy glistening with anticipation.

Sana followed, her white bikini top coming undone with a tug of the string, her breasts larger than Somi's, heavy and ripe, dark nipples puckered. She turned as she removed her bottom, giving Mark a view of her perfect ass, round and firm, before facing him again, her mound bare and wet.

Jihyo was last, her one-piece requiring more effort, peeling the wet fabric from her skin, revealing her body inch by inch. Her breasts were high and firm, her waist narrow, her hips flaring into powerful thighs. Between her legs, a neat strip of dark hair pointed to her slit, already swollen and slick.

Three naked women. Three idols. Three goddesses standing before him, offering themselves without reservation.

"Your turn," Jihyo said, her voice husky. "Show us, Mark. Show us everything."

Mark hooked his thumbs in his waistband and pushed the shorts down, his cock springing free, thick and veined, the head dark and swollen. It bobbed heavily against his stomach as he stepped out of the fabric, standing as naked as they were, his arousal evident, undeniable.

Sana made a small sound, almost a whimper, her hand moving to her own breast, pinching her nipple. "Oh god," she breathed. "Jihyo, you didn't tell us he was that big."

"I told you he was perfect," Jihyo said, her own hand sliding between her legs.

"Perfect," Somi echoed, her gaze fixed on his shaft. "Absolutely perfect."

They moved toward him, closing the distance, and then they were touching him, their hands roaming over his chest, his arms, his back, lower to grip his ass, his thighs, and finally, finally, to wrap around his cock. Three sets of hands, soft and warm, stroking him, exploring him, claiming him.

"The pool," Jihyo gasped, though she didn't stop touching him. "We should.. the pool.."

"Yes," Sana agreed, but she was kissing his shoulder, her tongue hot against his skin.

"Now," Somi commanded, and she was the one to lead him, her hand firm around his wrist, pulling him toward the water.

They entered the pool together, the warm water enveloping Mark's heated skin like a caress. The three women surrounded him, their bodies slick and wet, hair beginning to darken as the water claimed it. Sana was the most forward, her hands immediately finding his erection beneath the surface, her fingers wrapping around his girth and stroking slowly.

"So hard," she murmured, her lips against his ear. "So hot."

Somi pressed against his back, her breasts squashing against his shoulder blades, her nipples hard points digging into his skin. Her hands came around to grip his ass, kneading the muscle, her pelvis grinding against him from behind.

"You're ours tonight," she whispered, her breath hot. "Every inch of you."

Jihyo faced him, floating close, her legs wrapping around his waist, her pussy grinding against his lower stomach. She kissed him, deep and filthy, her tongue invading his mouth, tasting him, claiming him. Her breasts bobbed in the water, nipples grazing his chest, and he could feel the heat of her cunt even through the warm water.

They moved him toward the shallower end, where built-in seats lined the pool wall. Sana guided him to sit, the water lapping at his chest, and then she was between his legs, her face level with his cock which broke the surface, standing proud and desperate.

"Mine first," she declared, and before he could respond, she had lowered her mouth onto him, her lips stretching around his thickness, her tongue swirling around the head.

Mark groaned, his head falling back, his hands gripping the pool edge. Somi was immediately behind him, her hands on his shoulders, her mouth on his neck, sucking marks into his skin. Jihyo positioned herself beside him, her hand joining Sana's on his shaft, stroking what the other woman couldn't take.

"Look at her," Jihyo commanded. "Watch Sana suck your cock. Watch how much she wants it."

Mark lifted his head, his gaze finding Sana's eyes looking up at him, her mouth full of him, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. She was beautiful like this, debased and worshipful, her wet hair clinging to her face and shoulders, water droplets running down her breasts.

Sana pulled back with a pop, her hand replacing her mouth, stroking him firmly. "Delicious," she purred. "I want more."

"Then take more," Mark growled, his hand finding the back of her head, guiding her back down.

She took him deeper this time, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, her gag reflex making her eyes water. But she didn't pull back. She relaxed, swallowing around him, taking him further, her nose pressing against his stomach.

"Fuck," Mark gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Fuck, Sana.."

Somi's hands slid down his chest, her fingers finding his nipples, pinching and twisting. "She's good, isn't she? Wait until you feel all of us. Wait until we're taking turns riding this big cock."

Jihyo moved to straddle his thigh, her pussy hot and slick against his skin. She ground herself against him, her clit dragging against his muscle, her moans mixing with the wet sounds of Sana's mouth on his cock.

"Let's move this to the side," Somi suggested, her voice rough with desire. "I want to feel him inside me. I want to feel that stretch."

They helped him from the pool, his body glistening with water, his cock standing straight out, hard and throbbing. The night air was cool against his wet skin, but he didn't feel cold. He felt electric, alive, every nerve ending screaming for more touch, more sensation.

Somi was the first to push him down onto one of the lounge chairs, the cushioned surface soft against his back. She climbed over him, her knees on either side of his hips, her pussy hovering above his cock. She reached down, gripping him, positioning him at her entrance.

"Watch," she commanded, her eyes locked on his. "Watch me take you."

She lowered herself slowly, inch by inch, her tightness gripping him, sucking him in. She was wet, so wet, but still tight, her muscles fluttering around his intrusion. Her breasts hung above him, swaying slightly with her movements, water still dripping from her hair onto his chest.

"Oh god," she moaned, her head falling back as she seated herself fully, her ass resting against his thighs, his entire length buried inside her. "Oh fuck, you're so deep. I can feel you everywhere."

Mark's hands found her hips, gripping hard, his fingers digging into her flesh. He thrust up, making her cry out, her breasts bouncing with the movement.

"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, fuck me. Use me."

He began to move, lifting his hips to meet her downward strokes, establishing a rhythm that was hard and fast, the chair creaking beneath them. Somi's hands came to her own breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples, her face a mask of ecstasy.

From the sides, Jihyo and Sana watched, their hands between their own legs, fingers working their clits as they observed the fucking. Then they moved closer, kneeling on either side of the chair, their bodies presenting themselves to him.

"Touch us," Jihyo begged, her voice high and needy. "Please, Mark, touch us while you fuck her."

He reached out, his right hand finding Jihyo's pussy, his fingers sliding through her wetness, finding her entrance and pushing inside. His left hand mirrored the action with Sana, both women moaning as he fingered them, his digits curling to find their g-spots while his cock continued to pound into Somi.

"Kiss me," Somi demanded, leaning down, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples dragging against his skin.

He captured her mouth, his tongue invading, tasting chlorine and desire. Their teeth clashed, their breath mingling, and he could feel her tightening around him, her orgasm building.

"Come for me," he growled against her lips. "Come on my cock, Somi. Show them how good it feels."

She shattered, her cry breaking their kiss, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on him in rhythmic spasms that threatened to milk his own release. But he held back, gritting his teeth, his fingers still working Jihyo and Sana who were both close, their hips bucking against his hands.

When Somi collapsed against him, spent and trembling, he gently lifted her off, his cock sliding free, glistening with her arousal. He laid her on the chair beside him, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed.

"My turn," Sana said immediately, pushing Jihyo aside playfully. "I need him inside me."

Mark stood, his cock bobbing heavy and wet, and pulled Sana to the edge of the chair. He pushed her back, her legs spreading automatically, her pussy on full display, pink and swollen and dripping. He positioned himself at her entrance, dragging his head through her folds, coating himself in her wetness.

"Please," Sana whimpered, her hands reaching for her own breasts, pulling at her nipples. "Please, Mark, I need it. I've been thinking about this since Jihyo told us about you. I've been touching myself, imagining this moment."

He thrust into her in one hard stroke, filling her completely, bottoming out with a force that made her scream. Her back arched off the chair, her breasts thrusting upward, and he immediately fell upon them, his mouth finding one nipple, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

"Yes," she chanted, her hands in his hair, holding him to her chest. "Yes, yes, fuck me, use my tits, use my pussy, use all of me."

He established a brutal pace, his hips snapping against hers, the sound of flesh meeting flesh loud in the night air. Sana's breasts bounced with each thrust, and he moved between them, licking and sucking and biting, marking her skin.

Jihyo and Somi recovered enough to join them, kneeling on either side of Sana's head. They presented their pussies to her face, and Sana, ever the pleaser, turned her head to lick at Jihyo, her tongue darting out to taste her friend's arousal, then turning to do the same to Somi.

Mark watched this, his arousal spiking at the sight of Sana eating out his other lovers while he fucked her. He reached out with both hands, finding Jihyo and Somi's breasts, kneading them, pinching their nipples, his fingers slick with their wetness.

"So good," he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "So fucking good. You all feel incredible."

"Come for us," Jihyo begged, her hips rocking against Sana's mouth. "Come inside her, Mark. Fill her up."

"Not yet," he gritted out, pulling out of Sana with a wet sound, leaving her whimpering and empty. "Jihyo. Turn around."

Jihyo understood immediately, moving to the chair and bending over it, her ass presented to him like a gift. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes dark with desire, her hair falling in her face.

"Take me," she said, her voice steady despite her trembling body. "Fuck me like you did at the gym. Hard and fast and dirty."

He positioned himself behind her, gripping her hips, and slammed into her without warning, making her cry out. She was tighter from this angle, her walls gripping him like a vice, and he could feel her cervix kissing the head of his cock with each deep thrust.

"Yes," she screamed, her knuckles white where she gripped the chair. "Yes, just like that. Punish me. I've been teasing you all night. Punish my pussy."

He did, his hips becoming a blur, his balls slapping against her clit with each stroke. He reached around her, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he pounded into her, his other hand gripping her hair, pulling her head back.

Somi and Sana watched, their hands between their legs, their eyes glazed with lust. They moved closer, their free hands roaming over Mark's back, his ass, his thighs, their touch adding layers to his pleasure.

"You're going to make me come," Jihyo warned, her voice breaking. "I'm going to come so hard on your cock."

"Do it," Mark commanded. "Come for me, Jihyo. Milk my cock."

She exploded, her scream echoing off the rooftop walls, her body convulsing, her pussy gripping him in rhythmic pulses that finally broke his control. He thrust deep, holding himself buried to the hilt, and felt his release rush through him, hot and powerful, spilling into her in thick ropes.

"Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. "Fuck, yes."

When he finally pulled out, his cum dripped from Jihyo's swollen pussy, running down her thighs. She collapsed onto the chair, her body limp and satisfied.

But the night was far from over. Somi and Sana descended upon him, their mouths finding his cock, licking him clean, their tongues meeting around his shaft, sharing his taste mixed with Jihyo's arousal. They were insatiable, these three, their hunger for him evident in every touch, every lick, every whispered promise of more to come.

They moved to the poolside, Sana climbing onto Mark's lap as he sat on the edge, her legs wrapping around his waist. She was still hungry, her pussy sliding against his spent cock, trying to coax it back to life.

"Again," she whispered, her lips against his ear. "I need you again. I need to feel you come inside me."

Mark felt his cock twitch, responding to her heat, her wetness. He was far from done with these three women. The night had only just begun, and there were hours of pleasure ahead, countless positions to explore, endless ways to make them scream his name.

Jihyo and Somi dove into the pool, their naked bodies cutting through the water with grace, while Sana remained on top of Mark, kissing him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth with desperate hunger. They were beautiful like this, the city lights behind them, the water reflecting their movements, the night air carrying their moans.

When Jihyo and Somi returned to the poolside, their skin glistening with water, their hair slicked back, they found Sana and Mark still entwined, his cock hard again, pressing against her entrance.

"Look at him," Somi said, her voice admiring. "Ready for more. Jihyo, I think we found the perfect man."

"The perfect man," Jihyo agreed, moving to kneel beside them. "And he's all ours tonight."

She reached out, her hand wrapping around Mark's shaft, guiding him to Sana's waiting entrance. Sana sank down onto him with a sigh of pure satisfaction, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples hard points against his skin.

"Ride him," Jihyo commanded. "Show us how you like it, Sana."

Sana began to move, her hips rolling in a sinuous rhythm, her pussy gripping Mark's cock with each upward stroke. She was tight, so tight, and wet, her arousal coating him, making him slick and sensitive.

Mark reached up, his hands finding her breasts, kneading them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back, water droplets flying from the ends.

Somi moved to kneel behind Sana, her hands reaching around to cup Sana's breasts from behind, her fingers joining Mark's in teasing the sensitive flesh. Her mouth found Sana's neck, sucking marks into her skin, her teeth grazing the tendon there.

"Does it feel good?" Somi whispered, her voice carrying to Mark. "Does her pussy feel good around your cock?"

"Incredible," Mark groaned, his hips thrusting up to meet Sana's movements. "So fucking incredible."

Jihyo positioned herself between his legs, her face level with where he and Sana were joined. She watched them fuck, her eyes dark with lust, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Then she leaned forward, her tongue finding Sana's clit, licking around where Mark's cock entered her, tasting their combined arousal.

"Oh god," Sana cried out, her movements stuttering. "Oh god, Jihyo, your tongue.."

Jihyo didn't stop, her mouth working Sana's clit while Mark continued to thrust into her, the dual sensations driving Sana wild. Her hands gripped Mark's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her moans becoming continuous, building toward another peak.

Mark could feel his own orgasm building again, his balls tightening, his cock swelling inside Sana's tight heat. He reached down with one hand, finding Jihyo's hair, gripping it, holding her to them as he fucked Sana harder, faster.

"I'm going to come," he warned, his voice strained. "I'm going to come inside you, Sana."

"Yes," she begged, her voice high and desperate. "Yes, please, fill me up. I want to feel you spill inside me."

He exploded, his cock pulsing, hot cum flooding her depths, triggering her own orgasm. She clamped down on him, her pussy milking him, her scream echoing across the rooftop. Jihyo continued to lick them both, her tongue collecting their combined release, her moans of pleasure vibrating against Sana's sensitive flesh.

When it was over, when they were all spent and trembling, they collapsed together on the poolside, bodies entangled, skin slick with sweat and water and other fluids. The city lights twinkled above them, indifferent to their debauchery, and the night stretched on, promising more pleasure, more exploration, more of this perfect, hedonistic paradise they had created together.

Sana lay on top of Mark, her head on his chest, her body limp and satisfied. Somi and Jihyo curled against his sides, their hands roaming lazily over his skin, their touches gentle now, exploratory rather than demanding.

"That was.." Somi started, her voice trailing off.

"Amazing," Jihyo finished.

"Just the beginning," Sana murmured, her lips curving into a smile against Mark's skin. "The night is still young. And we have a room upstairs with a very large bed.

Mark closed his eyes, his hands finding their bodies, stroking soft skin, memorizing curves. He was exhausted, yes, but already he could feel his body stirring again, responding to their proximity, their heat.

"Give me five minutes," he said, his voice rough. "Then we'll see who begs for mercy first."

Laughter bubbled up from all three women, bright and delighted, filling the night air with promise. They had hours ahead of them, hours of pleasure and exploration, hours to learn every inch of each other's bodies. And Mark intended to make the most of every single second.

They lay there in comfortable silence, the sounds of the city a distant backdrop to their breathing, their heartbeats. The pool water lapped gently against the sides, and somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed, but here, in this private oasis, they were alone in their world of sensation.

Sana shifted, her hand trailing down Mark's stomach, finding his cock, still half-hard, sticky with their combined release. She stroked him gently, her touch light, teasing.

"Already recovering," she observed, her voice filled with admiration. "I knew Jihyo wasn't exaggerating."

"He's insatiable," Jihyo agreed, her own hand joining Sana's, both women stroking him slowly, coaxing him back to full hardness.

"Perfect," Somi purred, her mouth finding Mark's nipple, her tongue circling the sensitive flesh. "Absolutely perfect."

Mark groaned, his hips bucking into their combined touch, his body responding despite the exhaustion. He was theirs tonight, completely and utterly, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

The night stretched before them, endless and full of promise, and they had only just begun to explore the depths of their desire.

Back in the suite, the air conditioning hummed softly against the heated atmosphere they had carried in from the pool. Their bodies, still damp with chlorinated water and the evidence of their prolonged coupling, left faint traces on the plush carpet as they moved through the living space. Jihyo, Sana, and Somi had donned the white bathrobes provided by the hotel, though the garments did little to conceal their nakedness beneath, the thin cotton clinging to wet curves and revealing more than they hid.

Somi was the first to shed hers, the fabric pooling at her feet with a soft whisper. She stretched, her arms reaching toward the ceiling, her body a study in golden perfection. Her breasts lifted with the movement, nipples still hard and dark against her pale areolas, and the muscles of her abdomen flexed, leading the eye down to her shaved mound, glistening still with arousal and pool water.

"I need a shower badly," she announced, her voice carrying that particular satisfaction that came from being thoroughly used and yet still wanting more. "I can still feel him inside me, and I want to be clean before I get dirty again."

Jihyo laughed, the sound rich and warm, and she too shed her robe, revealing her own body in its post-coital glory. Her skin was flushed pink, particularly across her chest and thighs, marks of their passionate encounters beginning to bloom in the form of light bruises and suction kisses. Between her legs, her dark hair was matted with their combined fluids, evidence of Mark's release inside her.

"Come on then," Jihyo said, taking Somi's hand. "We'll shower together. Save water."

"And time," Somi added with a wicked grin, her eyes finding Mark's with a promise that made his spent cock twitch in anticipation.

The two women disappeared into the bathroom, their giggles and the sound of running water soon filling the space. Mark stood in the living room, suddenly aware of his own nudity, his body cooling in the air-conditioned environment. He had not bothered with a robe, his skin still bearing the marks of their attentions, scratches and bites that he would wear with pride.

Sana remained, having settled onto the plush sofa, her own robe still clinging to her shoulders though it had fallen open to reveal the valley between her breasts. She patted the cushion beside her, her eyes inviting, and Mark moved to join her, his body sinking into the soft cushions with a sigh of relief.

They sat side by side, naked beneath their respective states of undress, the silence between them comfortable and charged. Sana's hair was still damp, darker now that it was wet, curling slightly at the ends where it touched her shoulders. She turned to face him, her expression soft, satiated, and yet still hungry in a way that had nothing to do with food.

"You're incredible," she said, her voice quiet, almost shy despite everything they had done together. "I mean it. What you did out there.. the way you touched us, the way you made us feel.."

Mark turned to face her, his hand finding hers where it rested on the cushion between them. Her fingers were small, delicate, but he remembered the strength in them when she had gripped his cock, when she had scratched his back in the throes of passion.

"You're the incredible one," he replied, his voice sincere. "All three of you. I've never.. I've never experienced anything like tonight. The way you give yourselves so completely, so unreservedly. It's intoxicating."

Sana's cheeks flushed, a deeper pink than the flush of arousal, and she ducked her head, her hair falling forward to curtain her face. "We trust you," she said, looking up through her lashes. "Jihyo vetted you, and that's enough for us. But more than that.. there's something about you. Something that makes us want to open ourselves completely."

"Your body is beautiful," Mark said, his free hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face, his fingers trailing down her neck, her collarbone, to rest lightly on her breast through the open robe. "Every inch of you. Your breasts," he cupped one, feeling the weight, the softness, the way her nipple hardened against his palm. "They're perfect. Heavy and soft and responsive."

Sana's breath hitched, her chest rising into his touch. "You like them?" she asked, though her smile said she knew the answer.

"I love them," Mark confirmed, his thumb brushing over her nipple, making her gasp. "I love the way they feel in my hands, the way they taste, the way they bounce when I'm inside you."

"And my pussy?" she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper, her legs shifting apart slightly, inviting his gaze.

"Wet and tight and hot," Mark growled, his hand sliding down her stomach, his fingers finding her mound, still slick with his earlier release. "The way you grip me when I'm inside you, the way you pulse around my cock when you come. It's the most incredible feeling I've ever known."

"You're making me wet again," Sana admitted, her hips rocking slightly against his fingers. "Just talking about it. Just your words."

"Good," Mark said, leaning closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Because I want to be inside you again. I want to feel you come around me, screaming my name."

Sana turned her head, capturing his lips with hers, the kiss starting gentle but quickly deepening, becoming desperate and hungry. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, her robe falling open completely, leaving her naked against him. Mark's hand worked between her legs, his fingers sliding through her folds, finding her clit, circling it with practiced pressure.

"Mark," she gasped against his mouth, her hips bucking into his touch. "Mark, please.."

He was about to lift her onto his lap, to impale her on his already hardening cock, when a voice interrupted them from the hallway.

"Well, well," Jihyo said, her tone amused and commanding. "Starting without us?"

Mark and Sana broke apart, both turning to see Jihyo and Somi standing in the bathroom doorway, steam billowing out behind them. They wore only towels, wrapped loosely around their bodies, hair wet and slicked back, skin pink and clean from the shower.

"We were just.. talking," Sana said, her voice breathless, her face flushed.

"Talking," Somi repeated, her eyebrow raised. "Is that what we're calling it now?"

"Come here," Jihyo commanded, crooking her finger at Sana. "You two need to shower. You're still covered in.. evidence."

Sana pouted, her lower lip pushing out in an expression that was both childish and erotic. "But I don't want to move. I was comfortable."

"And you can be comfortable in the shower," Jihyo said, moving forward to take Sana's hand, pulling her to her feet. "Go. Take Mark with you. Wash each other. Explore each other."

She turned to Mark, her eyes dark and serious. "He's going to stay here tonight. All night. And you, Sana, can take him anytime you want. Anywhere you want. He's ours until morning."

Sana's pout transformed into a smile, wicked and delighted. "Anytime?"

"Anytime," Jihyo confirmed. "But first, clean up. I want you both fresh for round.. what are we on now? Four? Five?"

"I lost count," Somi admitted, her towel slipping slightly to reveal the swell of her breast.

"Go," Jihyo said, pushing Sana toward the bathroom. "Take your time. We have all night."

Sana took Mark's hand, pulling him up from the sofa, her naked body pressed against his side as they moved toward the bathroom. She looked back over her shoulder at Jihyo and Somi, her expression playful.

"Don't start without us," she said.

"No promises," Somi called back, already moving toward the bedroom, her towel dropping to the floor behind her.

The bathroom was steamy, the mirrors fogged, the scent of hotel soap and shampoo heavy in the air. The shower was large, a walk-in affair with multiple heads and bench seating along one wall, big enough for several people. Sana turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was hot, almost scalding, steam rising in thick clouds.

"Come here," she said, stepping under the spray, her body immediately slick with water.

Mark joined her, the heat of the water pounding against his tired muscles, soothing aches he hadn't realized he had. Sana reached for a bottle of body wash, pouring a generous amount into her palm, and began to wash him, her hands sliding over his chest, his arms, his back, her touch thorough and intimate.

"My turn," Mark said, taking the bottle from her, pouring soap into his own hands.

He started with her shoulders, working the lather into her skin, his fingers kneading the muscle there, working out tension. He moved down her arms, to her hands, washing each finger individually, his touch gentle and reverent. Then up to her neck, her throat, his thumbs brushing over her pulse point, feeling her heartbeat racing.

"Turn around," he commanded, and she obeyed, presenting her back to him.

He washed her back in long strokes, from her shoulders to the curve of her ass, his hands sliding into the cleft between her cheeks, making her gasp. Then down her legs, her calves, her feet, lifting each one to wash thoroughly before rising again.

"Face me," he said, his voice rough.

She turned, and he began to wash her front, starting at her collarbone, working down to her breasts. He took his time there, cupping each one, lifting them, his thumbs circling her nipples, the soap making his touch slippery and smooth. Sana's head fell back against the tile, her eyes closing, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Mark," she whispered. "Please.."

"Please what?" he asked, his hands sliding down her stomach, to her hips, her thighs.

"Please touch me. Really touch me."

He understood, his hand sliding between her legs, his fingers finding her clit, swollen and sensitive. He circled it with his soapy fingers, the slickness making the touch glide, intense and overwhelming. Sana's knees buckled, and he caught her, his other arm wrapping around her waist, holding her up as he continued to tease her.

"More," she begged. "Inside. Please, I need you inside."

Mark positioned her against the shower wall, her back against the cool tile, her legs wrapping around his waist. He was hard, had been hard since they entered the shower, and he positioned himself at her entrance, dragging his head through her folds, coating himself in her wetness.

"Look at me," he commanded, waiting until her eyes opened, dark and glazed with desire. "Watch me enter you."

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, her tightness gripping him, resisting slightly before yielding. She was hot inside, hotter than the shower water, and wet, so wet that he slid deep with ease despite her tightness. When he was fully seated, his pelvis pressed against hers, he paused, letting her feel him, letting her adjust to his size.

"Forty-five minutes," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Jihyo said take our time. We have forty-five minutes."

"Then we'll use every second," Mark promised, beginning to move.

He established a slow rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in, each thrust deliberate and deep. The water pounded down on them, running in rivers over their joined bodies, the steam surrounding them like a cocoon. Sana's breasts bounced with each thrust, and he bent his head to capture one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

"Yes," she chanted, her hips meeting his thrusts. "Yes, just like that. Harder. Deeper."

He increased his pace, his hips snapping against hers, the sound of flesh meeting flesh mixing with the water. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he fucked her, feeling her tighten around him, her orgasm building.

"Not yet," he growled, pulling out suddenly, making her cry out at the loss.

"Turn around," he commanded, spinning her to face the wall. "Bend over."

She obeyed, her hands flat against the tile, her ass presented to him, water running down her spine, pooling in the dimples above her buttocks. He positioned himself behind her, gripping her hips, and entered her in one hard stroke, bottoming out with a force that made her scream.

From this angle, she was even tighter, her walls gripping him like a vice, and he could feel every inch of her, the texture of her inner walls, the way she fluttered around him. He reached around her, his hands finding her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples, his chest pressed against her back.

"Touch yourself," he commanded, his voice rough in her ear. "Play with your clit while I fuck you."

Her hand moved between her legs, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in frantic circles as he pounded into her from behind. The shower filled with the sounds of their fucking, wet and obscene, mixing with their moans and gasps.

"Close," she warned, her voice breaking. "I'm so close."

"Come for me," Mark commanded, his own release building, his balls tightening. "Come on my cock, Sana. Show me how much you love it."

She shattered, her cry echoing off the tiles, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on him in rhythmic spasms that triggered his own orgasm. He thrust deep, holding himself buried to the hilt, and spilled inside her, hot and thick, filling her completely.

They stayed like that for long moments, connected, his cock pulsing inside her, her body trembling around him. The water continued to pour down, washing away the evidence of their passion, leaving them clean and sated.

When he finally pulled out, Sana turned in his arms, her face flushed, her eyes bright. She kissed him, soft and sweet, a contrast to the violence of their coupling.

"That was.." she started, her voice trailing off.

"Perfect," Mark finished.

They finished their shower in silence, washing each other again, more gently this time, their touches exploratory rather than demanding. When they finally emerged, wrapped in fresh towels, they found Jihyo and Somi waiting in the bedroom, both naked on the large bed, posed like odalisques in some erotic painting.

Jihyo lay on her side, her head propped on one hand, her body a curve of soft skin and dark hair. Somi was on her back, her legs slightly parted, her golden skin glowing in the lamplight. Both women looked up as Mark and Sana entered, their expressions hungry and inviting.

"You took your time," Jihyo observed, her eyes roaming over their towel-clad bodies.

"We were thorough," Sana replied, dropping her towel and climbing onto the bed, crawling toward Somi.

"Come here," Somi said, reaching out for Mark, her arms open and welcoming.

Mark dropped his own towel and moved to the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He lay between them, Jihyo at his back, Somi at his front, Sana curling around Somi like a cat. Four bodies, warm and soft and willing, entangled in the large bed.

"You wanna come over..?" Jihyo whispered in his ear, her hand sliding down his stomach to find his cock, already stirring again despite his exhaustion.

"We're waiting for you," Somi added, her leg hooking over his hip, her wetness pressing against his thigh.

The night stretched before them, hours of darkness filled with the sounds of pleasure, the scent of sex, the feeling of skin on skin. They moved together, shifting positions, mouths finding breasts and cocks and pussies, hands roaming, bodies joining and separating and joining again.

Mark lost himself in them, in the taste of Jihyo's nipples, the feel of Somi's tightness around his fingers, the sound of Sana's moans as he licked her to orgasm. They took him in turns, riding him, sucking him, presenting themselves to be used and pleasured. He fucked them in every position he could imagine, and some they taught him, their flexibility and enthusiasm endless.

At one point, he had Jihyo on her back, her legs over his shoulders as he drove into her, while Sana sat on her face, grinding against her mouth, and Somi knelt beside them, her fingers working her own clit as she watched. At another, Somi was on her hands and knees, Mark behind her, his cock buried in her ass while Jihyo lay beneath them, licking his balls and her clit, and Sana kissed him over Somi's shoulder, her hands pinching her own nipples.

The combinations were endless, their hunger insatiable. They came countless times, Mark filling each of them, their bodies marked by his release, their skin flushed and sensitive. The bed became a mess of sweat and cum and arousal, the sheets tangled and damp, the pillows scattered to the floor.

And through it all, they talked, whispered filthy encouragements, praised each other's bodies, described what they wanted, what they felt, what they needed. Their voices filled the room, breathless and broken by pleasure, creating a symphony of desire that lasted until the early hours of the morning.

When exhaustion finally claimed them, they collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and satisfied bodies, Mark in the center, the three women curled around him like protective spirits. He fell asleep with his hand on Jihyo's breast, his leg tangled with Sana's, his face buried in Somi's hair, the scent of them surrounding him, the warmth of their bodies his blanket.

It was, without question, the most perfect night of his life.

Morning came with soft light filtering through the curtains, gentle and golden, casting warm rectangles across the bed. Mark woke slowly, consciousness returning in layers, his body aching in the most pleasant way, muscles sore from exertion, skin sensitive to the touch.

He became aware of his surroundings gradually, the softness of the mattress beneath him, the warmth of bodies on either side, the scent of sex and perfume and sleep that filled the air. He opened his eyes to find himself staring up at the ceiling, the white plaster marked with shadows from the window blinds.

To his left, Somi stirred, her blonde hair tickling his shoulder, her breath warm against his neck. She was pressed against his side, one leg thrown over his hip, her breasts soft pillows against his arm. To his right, Jihyo was curled into him, her dark hair spread across the pillow, her hand resting on his chest, rising and falling with his breathing.

They were all still naked, the sheets having been kicked off sometime in the night, their bodies exposed to the morning air. Mark could see the marks of their passion on their skin, bruises and bites and scratches, evidence of the hours of pleasure they had shared.

Sana was not in the bed, but he could hear sounds from the bathroom, water running, the toilet flushing. She emerged a moment later, still naked, her hair sleep-tousled, her eyes heavy with lingering drowsiness. She saw him awake and smiled, a slow, satisfied expression that lit up her face.

"Morning," she whispered, moving to the bed, crawling across the mattress toward him.

"Morning," he whispered back, his voice rough from sleep and disuse.

Somi stirred at the sound of their voices, her eyes fluttering open, blue and confused for a moment before clearing, recognition dawning. She smiled, stretching like a cat, her body arching off the bed, her breasts thrusting upward.

"Good morning," she purred, her voice thick with sleep.

Jihyo was the last to wake, her hand tightening on Mark's chest, her eyes opening to find him looking down at her. She smiled, soft and intimate, a private expression meant only for him.

"Hey," she said, her voice husky.

"Hey," he replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

Somi, fully awake now, pushed herself up on one elbow, her gaze roaming over Mark's face with a hunger that had not been satisfied by the night's activities. "I want a good morning kiss," she announced, her tone playful but her eyes serious.

"Me too," Jihyo said, pouting slightly.

Mark laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest. "There's enough of me to go around."

Somi was the first to act, her hand coming up to cup his face, turning him toward her. She kissed him, deep and thorough, her tongue invading his mouth, tasting him, claiming him. Her breasts pressed against his side, her nipples hard points against his skin, and he could feel her heat, her desire already building again despite the exhaustion.

When she pulled back, Jihyo was waiting, her own hands insistent as she pulled him to her, her mouth finding his with equal desperation. She kissed him differently than Somi, slower, more thorough, her tongue dancing with his in a languid rhythm that spoke of satisfaction and lingering hunger.

While they kissed, Somi moved, straddling his waist, her hands gripping his face, pulling him away from Jihyo and burying his face in her chest. Her breasts enveloped him, soft and warm and smelling of sleep and sex, her nipples hard against his cheeks.

"Jihyo," Somi complained, her voice mock-whining. "You're hogging him."

"He's mine too," Jihyo replied, but she was laughing, her hand reaching out to stroke Somi's hair.

Mark took advantage of his position, his tongue darting out to lick at Somi's nipple, circling it, sucking it into his mouth. She gasped, her hands gripping his hair, holding him to her breast. He switched to the other, giving it equal attention, his hands coming up to knead the soft flesh, his fingers pinching and rolling.

"That feels so good," Somi moaned, her hips grinding against his stomach, seeking friction.

Jihyo, not to be outdone, moved closer, presenting her own breasts to him as Somi shifted to give her access. Mark turned his head, his mouth finding Jihyo's nipple, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. She gasped, her hand joining Somi's in his hair, both women holding him, guiding him from one breast to another.

"Switch," Somi commanded, and they moved him again, back and forth, his mouth working their nipples, his hands kneading their breasts, the soft flesh filling his palms.

His own arousal was building, his cock hardening against his stomach, trapped between his body and Somi's ass. He reached down with one hand, finding Jihyo's pussy, his fingers sliding through her folds, finding her clit, circling it. She was wet, already aroused despite the night's activities, her body ready for more.

"Oh god," Jihyo gasped, her hips bucking into his touch. "Mark, your fingers.."

He didn't stop, his fingers working her clit while his mouth continued to feast on her breasts, switching between her and Somi, his other hand finding Somi's pussy, giving her the same attention. Both women were moaning now, their hips rocking, their hands in his hair, their breasts pressed against his face.

Then he felt it, a wet heat enveloping his cock, tight and perfect. He groaned into Somi's breast, his hips bucking upward, and heard Sana's muffled laugh.

"Good morning," she said, her voice vibrating around his shaft as she took him deeper into her mouth.

She was between his legs, her head bobbing, her mouth working his cock with expert precision. She sucked him deep, the head hitting the back of her throat, her tongue swirling around his length, her hand stroking what she couldn't take.

"Fuck," Mark groaned, his hands still working Jihyo and Somi, his mind overwhelmed by the sensation of being touched everywhere at once.

"She's good, isn't she?" Somi purred, her hips rocking against his fingers. "Sana gives the best head. She loves it. Loves the taste of cock."

"I love the taste of him," Sana corrected, pulling back to speak, her hand stroking him firmly. "He tastes like sex and man and last night. I could suck him all day."

"Then suck him," Jihyo commanded, her voice breathless. "Make him come. I want to see him spill down your throat."

Sana obeyed, her mouth descending again, taking him deep, her throat relaxing around his head, swallowing around him. The sensation was incredible, wet and hot and tight, and Mark could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening.

But Sana had other plans. She pulled back with a pop, her hand still stroking him, and climbed up his body, positioning herself above him, her pussy hovering over his cock.

"I want to ride you," she said, her eyes dark with desire. "I want to feel you come inside me while they watch."

She lowered herself slowly, inch by inch, her tightness gripping him, sucking him in. She was wet, so wet that he slid deep with ease, her walls fluttering around his intrusion. When she was fully seated, her ass resting against his thighs, his entire length buried inside her, she paused, her head falling back, her breasts thrusting upward.

"Perfect," she breathed. "He fills me so perfectly."

Somi and Jihyo moved to either side of her, their hands finding her breasts, their mouths finding her nipples, sucking and licking as she began to move. They created a tableau of erotic perfection, three beautiful women focused on pleasure, on him, their bodies moving in sync.

Sana rode him with slow, deliberate movements, her hips rolling in a sinuous rhythm, her pussy gripping him with each upward stroke. Mark reached up, his hands finding Somi and Jihyo's breasts, kneading them, his thumbs brushing over their nipples, his fingers pinching and rolling.

"Link her nipples," Mark commanded, his voice rough. "Both of you. Suck her together."

Somi and Jihyo obeyed, moving closer, their mouths finding Sana's nipples, both women sucking at the same time, their tongues meeting around the sensitive flesh. Sana cried out, her movements becoming erratic, her orgasm building quickly.

"Yes," she chanted, her hands gripping their heads, holding them to her breasts. "Yes, just like that. I'm going to come. Mark, I'm going to come on your cock."

"Come," he commanded, his own hips thrusting up to meet her movements. "Come for me, Sana. Milk my cock."

She shattered, her cry echoing off the walls, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on him in rhythmic spasms that triggered his own release. He thrust deep, holding himself buried to the hilt, and spilled inside her, hot and thick, filling her completely.

Somi and Jihyo continued to suck her nipples, their hands roaming over her body, prolonging her pleasure, drawing out her orgasm until she collapsed against Mark's chest, spent and trembling.

"Perfect morning," Somi observed, her hand stroking Sana's hair.

"The perfect morning," Jihyo agreed, her lips curving into a satisfied smile.

They lay there for long moments, connected, sated, the morning light warming their skin. Eventually, necessity drove them from the bed, the needs of the body asserting themselves over the pleasures of the flesh.

"I need coffee," Jihyo announced, stretching as she sat up, her breasts bouncing with the movement. "And food. We burned a lot of calories last night."

"I could eat," Somi agreed, climbing out of bed, her naked body moving with unconscious grace toward the bathroom.

"I need to get home," Mark said, regret coloring his voice. "Change. Work. I have a meeting at ten."

The three women turned to him, identical expressions of disappointment on their faces.

"Already?" Sana asked, her lower lip pushing out in a pout. "But we were just getting started."

"I have to," Mark said, sitting up, his muscles protesting the movement. "I wish I could stay. You have no idea how much I wish I could stay."

"Stay for breakfast," Jihyo pleaded, moving to sit beside him, her hand on his thigh. "Just half an hour more. Let us feed you. Let us take care of you one more time before you go."

Mark looked at her, at the three of them, naked and beautiful and wanting him, and felt his resolve waver. But responsibility called, the real world intruding on their fantasy.

"I can't," he said, regret heavy in his voice. "I'm already going to be late. I need to go home, shower, change. I can't go to work smelling like sex and wearing the same clothes from yesterday."

The women exchanged glances, silent communication passing between them. Then Somi sighed, moving to the wardrobe where their clothes had been stored, pulling out his jeans and t-shirt from the night before.

"Fine," she said, her voice resigned but understanding. "But you're coming back. Right?"

"Right," Mark promised, standing, accepting his clothes from her. "As soon as I can. This weekend?"

"This Sunday," Jihyo said, her tone brooking no argument. "Come to my house. There's a rule on Sundays that you'll surely like and I'll introduce you to a guest.."

"What rule? and who's that?" Mark asked, pulling on his jeans, the fabric rough against his sensitive skin.

"You'll see," Jihyo said, her smile mysterious and promising. "Just come. Early. And don't eat breakfast beforehand. You'll need your energy."

Mark dressed quickly, the three women helping him, their touches lingering, their hands straightening his shirt, smoothing his hair, adjusting his collar. They were possessive in their care, marking him as theirs even as they prepared to let him go.

At the door, they gathered around him, each demanding a final kiss. Somi was first, her mouth hungry, her tongue invading, her hand cupping his cock through his jeans one last time. Then Jihyo, her kiss slower, deeper, filled with promise and future plans. Finally Sana, soft and sweet, her lips clinging to his, her body pressed against him, her heat evident even through their clothes.

"Sunday," Jihyo reminded him as he stepped into the hallway.

"Sunday," he confirmed, looking back at them, three naked women standing in the doorway, their bodies glowing in the morning light, their hair tousled, their lips swollen from his kisses.

"Bye Mark," Somi called, her voice carrying down the corridor.

"Bye," Sana echoed, her hand raised in a small wave.

"See you soon," Jihyo said, her smile the last thing he saw before the door closed.