Top Posts Tagged with #yoohyeon

14. CRUSH (I've Got A Secret Series)

Male OC(s) ft. Yuna, Jiheon, Eunha, and Yoohyeon | 16k words | Table of Contents

Chapter tags: drama, angst, bdsm, rough sex, blowbang, femdom, threesome, aphrodisiac

--

I don’t want to move to Singapore, appa.

Some memories are meant to stay buried. Sealed off in the deepest chambers of the mind, wrapped away so tightly that they can’t hurt us anymore. Others surface uninvited as a painful reminder that we’ve once felt loss, forcing us to carry the ache with us forever.

I didn’t know it then—that the day my father came home holding that large yellow envelope, hands trembling as he cried tears of joy into my mother’s shoulder in our kitchen, would become one of the most crushing moments of my childhood.

I didn’t want to show it. I knew that my parents had been wanting that promotion for years. I wanted to be happy for my father’s dreams finally coming true, so I cried in silence in my room for hours until the sun went down.

Through the thin walls, I could hear them calling all their friends to announce the good news: we were set to leave for Singapore in two weeks.

Dinner that night was supposed to be a celebration. The table was filled with things we almost never had—Hanwoo beef, abalone, fresh sashimi—yet every bite tasted like rubber in my mouth. I would have traded every dish on that table for a piece of kimbap from Wonyoung’s lunch box, even the ones that were wrapped too loosely with rice spilling out the sides.

It was then that I finally learned that my own feelings didn’t matter. Not to others, and especially not to myself.

“I don’t want to move to Singapore, appa.”

They were such simple words. Words I wanted to say so badly but couldn’t. Words that any other 12-year-old would’ve screamed without thinking twice.

But I didn’t protest. I didn’t even try to ask why. I accepted it, just like every other time before.

Mom said life was about to drastically improve. So why did mine feel like it was ending?

Why am I remembering this now?

This isn’t a dream. It’s a memory.

“Why do you look so sad today?” Wonyoung asked, kicking her feet against the dirt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I guess.”

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

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

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

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

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

The screech of the chains stopped abruptly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But she didn’t.

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

“I know.”

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

“I know, Wonyo—”

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

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

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

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

Instead, they didn’t exist.

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

I never saw it.

Why are you always running from me, Jang Wonyoung?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“On your wrist.”

I froze.

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

And then everything finally clicked.

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

“Then what are you?”

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

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

“So you’re not real?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s not my—never mind.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Great. Thanks for the update.”

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

“Please don’t.”

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

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

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

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

The latch clicked.

“Good luck, Adam.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A man I could recognize instantly.

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

He didn’t even look at me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let her go.”

“Let her go where? She’s working.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You made sure of it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His attention slid sideways. “You. Explain.”

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

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

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

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

“Adam, please. Survival rate severely dropping.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He took a single step closer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then his attention returned to Mingyu.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The King smiled, but it wasn’t mercy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mingyu didn’t even hesitate.

“I accept!” he blurted out eagerly.

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

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

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

“I accept,” I said.

“Oh dear…” Krystal sighed into my skull.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, he hovered over the last one.

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

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

The tray tilted toward me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I—No—that’s not what I mean—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Taste your dirty pussy, whore.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And then you let him fuck you?”

“Y-yes…”

“And you liked it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Were they? I missed the beginning.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Easily the best ass in this House.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The room exploded like fireworks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…Unbelievable. Absolutely astounding…”

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

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

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

Four Jacks. That means—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It stopped there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Jack froze. “Shit—sorry—”

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

“Y-yes, ma’am—”

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

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

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

“I did, last round—”

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

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

He swallowed instinctively. “Wait, hold on—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, fuck—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time stopped feeling linear.

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

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

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

Something pulled my eyes back to Yuna.

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

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

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

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

“No—I wanna come like this!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come back here—”

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

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

“I’m gonna come—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, fuck! She’s so warm and tight!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yuna, wait—I’m not who you think—”

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

“Sorry, I mean White—”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yuna… holy—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I can’t—I’m—aah!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She has a blindfold on.”

“What if she hears us?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re gonna make me come again, Master,” she panted, her eyes rolling back as the the tip of my cock slammed into her spot, sending shivers through her body.

My grip tightened on her neck, feeling her pulse race under my fingers. “Come,” I grunted. “Come for me, Yuna.”

“I want you to come inside me,” she begged, her walls fluttering wildly around me. “Fill me with your seed in front of Wonnie.”

My hands cupped her jaw, holding her firmly in place. “You’re so bad—”

“I don’t care!” she cried, clenching down to drag me closer to oblivion. “I’m a bad girl—I want it. Paint my insides with your cum, Master.”

My mouth latched onto her toes, swirling around her soft skin while I pounded into her relentlessly, each thrust stretched her walls around my throbbing length as her warm juices coated every inch of my flesh.

“Please—more—I’m coming—” she begged, her voice a wrecked whine, hips bucking up to meet my rhythm. “Your cock feels so good—it fills me so perfectly—it was made for me—”

“You’re so fucking tight—it’s unreal—” My free hand pinned her other thigh down, fingers digging into the flesh as I rammed deeper, the drugs amplifying every clench and pulse until my vision blurred at the edges.

Her moans turned to screams, body convulsing as she clenched around me, pulling me toward the edge. “Please, please, please—don’t stop—”

The pressure built unbearably as my body started thrusting erratically against my will. Before I could even process it, cum already flooded her insides.

Her back arched upwards, dragging my body with her. “Oh my god—I feel your cum everywhere, it’s so hot inside me—”

I emptied into her, wave after wave in a terrifyingly earth-shattering climax, her walls still milking every last drop as I collapsed forward over her heaving body.

The world started fading to black, and there was nothing I could do to fight it.

“Oh my,” the Dealer’s voice blended into the void. “Those two really gave us one hell of a performance, didn’t they, folks?”

Through the darkness, I felt her mouth descending eagerly on my shaft, lips wrapping around the base to suck and lick clean the mix of our fluids. Her tongue swirled around me desperately, drawing out the last remnants of my essence with wet, slurping sounds, until strong hands—perhaps attendants or guards, faceless in the haze—yanked us apart, separating our tangled bodies with firm pulls.

“No! I’m not done! I want him!” her high-pitched voice echoed in my ear.

“Miss Yuna, the round is over—”

“No! I want his cock! Let go! Let me go! I want more! Give him to me! I want him! I want to come again! No! Please!” she screamed, as everything really went to black.

--

When my eyes opened back up, the stage was even colder than before, like the room had finally decided to stop pretending to be something it wasn’t.

Guests rushed back to their seats in a blurred, restless wave, and a chaotic symphony of sounds filled the air—chairs scraping, glasses clinking, even the shuffling of masks being adjusted.

The Dealer paced across the spotlight like he couldn’t contain himself, shoes moving in impatient little clicks; his coat tails still swayed with every turn, like he was born under those lights and would die without them.

He brought a gloved hand to his chest and almost shivered. “Ladies and gentlemen… there has been a slight change of plans that many of you will find to be a real treat…” he said, almost giggling from excitement. “For our half-time show this year, we have quite the special guest…”

My body sank deeper into the padded floor, but it felt like I was lying on glass. The collar’s ring sat heavy against my throat, rising and falling with my breathing like a broken metronome I couldn’t turn off.

“Though it is her first Auction ever, she represents no House—no history, no allegiance, no past, no future. There’s only this present moment.”

The murmurs started instantly—little sparks of disbelief snapping through the audience. Gasps, whistles, even a laugh, like it was all some kind of sick joke.

I didn’t move. I didn’t even blink. My eyes stayed locked on the stage as if I looked away for even half a second, the truth would rearrange itself into everything I feared most.

“My lovely patrons…” His voice softened into a hush, like he was about to unveil the most sacred of relics. “It is my absolute pleasure to present to you…”

The spotlight narrowed. The rest of the stage fell away into darkness, and for a moment it looked like a single column of light in the middle of an ocean.

“A former Pink Ace of Clubs…”

No. Please no. God, please, not this. Anything but this.

“The beautiful, the charming, the irresistible, the remarkable…” He dragged it out, savoring every heartbeat he stole from the room. “An Yujin of IVE!”

The world went silent.

In the center of the light, a silhouette stepped forward—so painfully familiar that it made my chest fold inward. The shape of her shoulders that sheltered me through sleepless nights. The length of her legs that walked this cursed path with me. The softness of her waist that my arms once called home. And the way her hips held it all together like the sky cradling the stars.

There was a storm of applause—hands clapping, bodies standing, heads tilting.

But the only sound that made it through my ears was a scream—high, cracked, crushed, and full of terror. The kind of scream that didn’t belong in a place like this because it reminded everyone what a human voice sounded like.

“U-unnie? Unnie! Unnie, why are you here?!”

And just like that, my hearing came back all at once like someone had slammed my head underwater and yanked me out again.

“Let the bids… begin!”

End of Chapter 14.

--

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! <3 Sorry for the late update, life has been crazy! I hope you guys enjoyed this update, see you next time!

Who's your favorite Ace so far?

Sullyoon (Pink Hearts)

Natty (Pink Clubs)

Xiaoting (Pink Diamonds)

Minju (Pink Spades)

Eunha (Black Hearts)