Xinyu, his girlfriend, is so smitten by Jae that after they turned eighteen, she started letting him have semi-protected sex with her regularly. She would rather that he use condoms, but his extra-large cock sometimes caused the condoms to tear during sex. So, she would take her chances and hope that the birth control cream keeps her safe from pregnancy. She also makes Jae pull out before he can fill her pussy with his cum.

His oversized cock also caused problems when they first started having sex.

When Xinyu first saw the monster, she wanted to back out.

However, Jae got his girlfriend to agree to try by allowing her to be on top so that she could control the pace of their lovemaking.

It was a slow process at first.

Xinyu had to rub her boyfriend's cock head across the entrance of her cunt for nearly ten minutes before she finally got the courage to lower her pussy onto the monster.

When the thick head finally did penetrate her tight hole, the girl felt like a sausage was being stuffed inside her. The twinge of pain from her hymen tearing caused her to whimper.

Xinyu was determined, though. She loved Jae and wasn't going to let something like his size stop her from giving him what he wanted.

It took quite some time, but once Jae's cock had filled Xinyu's stretched pussy, she gazed at her lover with a look of pride.

"We did it," she beamed. "I got all of you inside me."

They went slow the first few times they made love.

The third time they had sex, Jae exploded into his girlfriend's body.

Xinyu wasn't sure, but something didn't feel right. She eased Jae's dick out of her cunt, only to discover that the pre-lubricated condom had broken.

She freaked out, believing that he'd just impregnated her. Fortunately, her fears were alleviated when she started her period the following week. After that, she started using birth control cream as well as making Jae wear pre-lubricated condoms.

When another condom broke a few weeks later, Xinyu decided she didn't want to end up with small pieces of latex inside her, so she started letting Jae fuck her bareback, with only the birth control cream for protection. She would make him pull out before ejaculating.

Yooyeon, at nineteen, is a year older than her Brother. She is a well-endowed young woman who gets lots of attention from the local men. Her face is a little broad, yet for some reason that odd feature makes her even more attractive. Yooyeon has shoulder-length brown hair and an infectious smile. She is a daredevil. One of her favorite hobbies is gambling. Yooyeon will make a bet on just about anything.

Yooyeon also works at the cheese processing plant. She works the second shift, the shift Jae would soon be working, while her parents work the first shift.

As Jae began to wake up, he kicked off the covers and stretched. Jae had slept in the nude for as long as he could remember. His usual morning erection was standing almost straight up. As the cobwebs began to clear out of his head, the young man reached down and absently stroked his massive cock, like he usually did.

Yooyeon, who had gotten home sometime after midnight the night before, was also waking up. She was wearing a wife-beater T-shirt and a pair of cotton panties. As she sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, she remembered that the second shift supervisor had told her to have Jae come in to fill out his safety forms.

"Just have your Brother follow you to work," Yooyeon's supervisor had told her. "You can show him to my office before starting your shift."

Yooyeon stretched and stood up. "I guess I'd better let Jae know what's going on before he takes off for the day." She didn't bother to dress, since Jae had seen her in her sleeping clothes numerous times. She left her room and crossed the hall to her younger Brother's door. Still half asleep, she opened the door without thinking to knock.

Jae was still lying on his bed, stroking his morning erection when his older Sister walked in.

"Mike, the second shift supervisor wants…" Yooyeon stopped dead in her tracks. All remnants of sleep instantly disappeared. "What the fuck?"

"Don't you know how to knock?" Jae exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to tell you that Nick wants you to come in this afternoon to fill out some forms and go over safety protocols with him." Yooyeon couldn't take her eyes off her younger Brother's cock.

Jae couldn't help but notice that his Sister was staring. "Haven't you ever seen an erect cock before?"

She shook her head. "Not a cock that big, I haven't. That thing is huge."

Jae shrugged as he continued stroking his dick. "Yeah, I know, my dick is kind of big."

"Kind of big, are you kidding me? You put a horse to shame." Yooyeon tried to tear her eyes away, but she couldn't stop staring at her Brother's massive cock. How the hell do you get that thing inside Xinyu?" She asked.

Jae squeezed his monster. "I just take my time. The first few times, I had to go slow with her. But after a while, her pussy stretched enough so that it slides in a little easier each time we fuck. Now, she can take it easily."

Yooyeon stared at the monster. "That thing fits inside her pussy?"

"Yeah, we fuck once or twice a week. We started fucking a few months ago, after we both turned eighteen."

Yooyeon shook her head in disbelief. "Xinyu has got to be walking bowlegged by now."

"Nah, a lot of girls can take something this size."

Yooyeon snorted. "You're dreaming, little Brother. That thing would split most women's pussies wide open. The head is bigger than my fist. Your dick has got to be at least a foot long."

"A newborn baby is bigger around than my cock, and yet women deliver babies all the time."

"Yes, but they endure hours of agony delivering those babies. I can't see you waiting that long. You probably want to shove it in as quickly as you can."

Jae chuckled. "I've had to learn to be patient. I let Xinyu get on top when we first started having sex. She would slowly lower herself onto my cock, taking it in as her pussy adjusted to its size. Once she got adjusted to having my cock in her, I'd roll her over on her back and fuck her missionary style. She has the best orgasms when we fuck." As Jae explained how he fucked his girlfriend, he noticed that his older Sister never took her eyes off his dick. The desire to fuck his older Sister once again roared to life. Jae had wanted to fuck Yooyeon for as long as he could remember. As he looked his scantily clad Sister over a devious thought ran through his mind. "I'll bet if you went slowly at first, you could take a cock this big inside your pussy."

"Oh hell no," Yooyeon shot back. "If I tried to ride a dick that big it would rip me open. Something that thick would never go inside me in the first place."

Knowing Yooyeon's love of gambling, plus her desire to rent a place of her own, Jae made his move. "I'll bet you a hundred bucks that you could take one that big."

"You want to bet me a hundred bucks?" Her gambling bug instantly kicked in. Yooyeon saw a great opportunity to win an easy bet. "Wait a minute, where are we going to find a dick that big to make the bet with?" Yooyeon asked.

Jae smiled at his Sister. "In order to know that you actually tried, I'd have to witness the attempt. So, I guess we'd have to use my dick for the wager."

Yooyeon's gaze left her Brother's dick for the first time. She stared at Jae in disbelief. "There is no way in hell I'm letting you fuck me. That would be a little too weird."

"I didn't say I was going to fuck you Sis. I just said I'd let you try to get my cock in you for the bet. Once you tried, and succeeded, or failed, we'd stop, and one of us would pay up."

Yooyeon was torn between the strangeness of doing this and her desire to win a bet. "I don't know. I wouldn't want something that big inside me. Besides, you don't have a hundred dollars. How do you intend to pay up when you lose?"

"Simple, I'll double the bet if I lose. If you can't get my cock inside you after fifteen minutes, I will pay you two hundred dollars after I get my first paycheck."

"I don't think it would be a good idea for us to be trying this. The idea of having my Brother's dick head at the entrance to my pussy is disgusting."

"You've done more disgusting things than this to win a bet. Remember the time you swallowed six night crawlers to win three hundred dollars?"

Yooyeon knew Jae was right. She had done some pretty bizarre things in the name of gambling. Once she streaked around the outside of her house in the middle of the afternoon to win fifty bucks from her younger Brother.

Fortunately her Parents were at work, and no one saw her but Jae.

Her gaze returned to her Brother's erection. She knew that all she'd have to do is make a half hearted attempt for fifteen minutes, and she'd win the bet. With the extra two hundred dollars, she could finally afford the deposit on an apartment, and then she could move out. "Ok, it's a bet. I try for fifteen minutes to get that thing inside. When I win, you pay me two hundred dollars after you get your first paycheck." Deciding to make the bet more difficult for Jae to win, she added, "However, your cock has to go all the way in until it reaches my cervix."

"In that case, you have to try for twenty minutes."

Yooyeon let out a small laugh. "Sure, why not?" Yooyeon knew that if that thing wasn't going to penetrate her in fifteen minuets, an extra five minutes wouldn't make a bit of difference. "It's a bet. However, you can't tell anyone about this."

"I won't say a word, I promise." Jae knew his Sister would only try hard enough to make it look good, but the young man had a plan. He opened the drawer to his nightstand, and pulled out a tube of KY jelly.

"What's that for?" Yooyeon asked suspiciously.

"If you're going to be rubbing your pussy lips on my cock head for twenty minutes, I want some lubrication. I don't want you rubbing me raw."

"Just use a condom."

Jae shook his head. "That would add extra thickness to my cock. It would give you an unfair advantage. Besides, I haven't found any condoms that fit properly. They occasionally break when Xinyu and I are having sex. Xinyu is afraid of having pieces of condom left in her, so I always pull out before cumming when I fuck her. Plus she uses birth control cream to diminish the chances of pregnancy."

"I can't use birth control cream. It makes me itch. And there is no way you're putting your bare dick against the entrance to my pussy. If you came with your cock head shoved against the entrance, your sperm would shoot inside me, and I could end up pregnant. There's no way in hell I'm letting anyone, especially my little Brother knock me up."

Jae stared at his Sister in surprise. "Aren't you on the pill?"

"I keep meaning to get a prescription, but doctors cost money. Besides, I usually make guys wear condoms."

"Hell, you have nothing to worry about anyway. I'm not going to cum in you. I have very good self control. With a dick is as big as mine, I had to learn self control. Otherwise I'd have ejaculated long before I got my cock inside Xinyu. Besides, we're not going to have sex. We're just having a friendly wager."

Yooyeon thought about the statement for a few moments. "Yeah, I guess you would have to learn to wait before cumming. And like you said, we're not going to fuck. So, how do we do this?"

"I'll lie on my back, and you straddle me. I'll hold onto your hips, to help you keep your balance, and you ease the head of my dick against the entrance to your pussy. You then let a little weight down so that the head presses against the entrance to your cunt. You then rock back and forth a little to keep your pussy moist. As your pussy walls open up, you ease down a little farter until my cock completely fills you. Once the tip of my cock touches your cervix, you take my cock out, and I win the bet."

"Or, the thing never goes in, and I win the bet," Yooyeon replied. Feeling excited about the two hundred dollars she was about to win, Yooyeon stripped off her panties.

Jae opened the KY jelly and rubbed a liberal amount on his dick head, and along his shaft.

Yooyeon approached the bed, and waited for her Brother to finish lubing up. She smiled inwardly, knowing that soon she would win two hundred dollars and have a place of her own.

Jae replaced the cap, placed the lube back on his nightstand, and then laid back. "Ok, climb on."

Yooyeon climbed onto the bed, and then straddled her Brother. She grasped his shaft and lined it up with the entrance to her cunt. She felt strange holding her Brother's cock head against the entrance to her cunt, but a bet is a bet; and Yooyeon intended to win.

His dick was so long that she didn't have to lower her hips very far for it to touch the entrance to her pussy.

"Get ready to lose two hundred dollars, little Brother. There is no way this thing will ever get past the entrance, much less go completely inside me."

Jae didn't say a word. He knew from experience with Xinyu that Yooyeon's pussy would stretch to accommodate the thickness of his cock. The head of his cock would be in his Sister before she even realized what had happened. Once he got past the entrance, there would be no stopping him. He'd fuck his Sister until she screamed.

Grasping Yooyeon's hips, he gave her a small nod. "Check the clock to see when we begin."

Yooyeon checked the clock on the nightstand. "It's nine thirty five. At nine fifty five we stop." She began rubbing her Brother's cock head back and forth across the entrance to her cunt. As she rubbed his manhood through her vaginal lips, and across her fuck hole, Jae applied gentle pressure to her hips.

"Don't try forcing me down," Yooyeon warned. "If you force that thing in me, it'll be cheating. Plus you'll hurt me."

"I'm not going to force my dick into you. I just want to make sure you don't cheat. If my cock starts going in, you have to let it. You can't hold back, or you forfeit the bet, and pay up."

Yooyeon kept rubbing the head of her Brother's dick across her entrance. With each pass she'd rub the tip against her clit.

Jae held firmly to his Sister's hips, making sure she kept enough pressure to cause penetration once her vagina opened up enough to accept his cock head.

After several minutes of rubbing Jae's cock head across her clit, Yooyeon's body began to respond to the stimulation. Her clit became inflamed, and her vaginal opening began to expand. Her pussy was getting ready to be fucked.

Yooyeon glanced at the clock. A smile appeared on her face.

Seven minutes had passed, and he hadn't penetrated her yet.

"I am so looking forward to winning this bet." She continued to rub his tip along her slit.

Jae felt the tip of his cock penetrating the entrance to his Sister's pussy as she rubbed it through the fold of her labia. He smiled inwardly knowing her cunt was ready for penetration. "Ok sis, you need to stop rubbing, and rest some of your weight onto my cock to see if it will go inside."

Yooyeon swallowed hard. She didn't believe the thing would go inside, but she was still a little nervous. Taking a breath, she allowed some of her weight to rest on her Brother's cock head.

Part of Jae's cock head slid inside his Sister's pussy.

Yooyeon gasped involuntarily. Her body shuddered, as the monster spread the entrance to her cunt open. She tried to rise back up, but her Brother held her in place.

"Hold still," Jae instructed his Sister. "Let your pussy get used to being penetrated."

For the first time, the pretty nineteen year old began to suspect that she might lose the bet. "Fuck," she seethed under her breath. Yooyeon was sure that because it was her Brother trying to penetrate her pussy, she would stay dry enough to prevent him from entering her cunt.

However, between the KY jelly, and the stimulation of her clit; her pussy did what came naturally, and opened up. Her body didn't care who was trying to fuck her. Her cunt was doing what it was designed to do.

Yooyeon felt the monstrous head spreading her open. She shuddered again as pussy walls spread further.

"Let your body lower a little more," Jae said.

Yooyeon closed her eyes, and gritted her teeth. She didn't want to follow her Brother's instructions, but she had agreed to the bet. Yooyeon let her knees bend a little more so that she would sink lower.

The rest of Jae's cock head slid into his Sister's cunt.

Yooyeon felt her vaginal walls stretch as her Brother's cock head sank deeper into her body. She wasn't in pain, but she could definitely feel her vaginal walls stretching. "Maybe we should call this bet off," Yooyeon said weakly. She knew her Brother would never agree to it, but she had to try.

Jae shook his head. "A bet is a bet. You're not trying to welsh on a bet are you?"

Yooyeon gave her Brother a glare of disdain. "Your cock hasn't reached my cervix yet, little Brother. This bet is far from over."

Jae gripped his Sister's hips tightly. He slowly began lifting her up off his cock until only the tip was inside her.

Yooyeon thought that perhaps Jae was letting her off the hook.

He then lowered her hips back down, causing her pussy to open up more.

Yooyeon whimpered as another inch of his thick monster sank into her body. She shuddered as her Brother's cock stretched her inner walls. Yooyeon knew she was going to lose the bet.

Now that Jae's cock head was inside her, it wouldn't take him long to sink all the way into her cunt.

"Fuck, it's too big," she pleaded, hoping he'd have mercy on her and quit. "Jae, you'll rip me apart."

"Don't worry Sis, I'll go slowly. Your pussy will stretch. And I won't force it in. We'll go only as fast as your body can handle." He gave his older Sister a devilish smile. "Look at it this way. At least you'll get the satisfaction of knowing you can take a big cock inside you."

"Yeah, but it's your big cock that's in me. This is incest."

"Nope, it's a bet. I told you I wouldn't fuck you, and I meant it. Once my cock touches your cervix, we can stop."

Yooyeon desperately hoped that her Brother's cock wouldn't go all the way to her cervix, but deep down she knew better. She was about to lose one hundred bucks to her younger Brother. She was also about to have her younger Brother's huge cock buried in her stretched out pussy. "You promise we'll stop as soon as your dick is all the way inside me."

"I told you this is just a bet. I'm not going to fuck you." Jae was lying, but he knew that once his cock was all the way inside her pussy, Yooyeon wouldn't want to take it out. Having her pussy stuffed to the limit would drive her into a heightened state of sexual arousal.

Her Brother's words encouraged Yooyeon to get it over with. "I still have a chance of winning. Getting that thing in the entrance is one thing. But taking it all the way inside me is entirely different." Yooyeon knew her only hope was to cheat. She'd pretend to try, but not let it go any deeper.

Jae knew what she'd try. He had no intention of letting her succeed.

Yooyeon lifted her hips. She then gently eased her pussy onto her Brother's throbbing cock again, taking another two inches into her body. She had tried to hold back, but Jae's powerful hands applied just enough pressure to her hips to make his cock sink deeper into his Sister's cunt. Yooyeon's pussy was going to have that cock no matter how much she protested. Yooyeon mewed as her Brother's cock sank deeper into her body. The sensation of having her vaginal walls stretched caused the young woman to tremble involuntarily. Her entire body shook as Jae's cock stretched her open even more. Yooyeon couldn't believe that Jae's huge dick might actually go all the way to her cervix.

Jae watched his Sister's expression as she eased herself onto his cock. He'd seen that look on Xinyu's face.

Yooyeon lifted her hips again, and then lowered her body onto the monstrous dick.

Once again, Jae applied gentle pressure to Yooyeon's shapely hips. His cock sank even deeper into Yooyeon's stretched out pussy.

"Jae, you're forcing me down on your cock," Yooyeon half heartedly protested. She knew he was just making sure she didn't cheat, but she had to try something.

"I'm being gentle. I'm just making sure you don't try to cheat."

Yooyeon let out a sigh. She wasn't going to be able to cheat.

Jae was making sure she stayed honest.

Checking the clock again, Yooyeon felt her heart sink.

Only ten minutes had passed, and her Brother's cock was already deeper than she'd ever thought possible.

Yooyeon began to accept the fact that she was losing the bet. To make matters worse, whether she wanted to or not, the woman was starting to get turned on. Without meaning to she sank even deeper onto the shaft. Her subconscious mind was starting to override her conscious decisions.

"Oh shit, I've never felt this full before," the pretty brunette moaned as her pussy accepted more of her Brother's huge cock. "Your dick is huge."

"You're going to feel even fuller before we're done." Jae reached around and squeezed his Sister's ass cheeks.

Yooyeon wanted to tell her Brother not to play with her ass, but the sensation of having her pussy stretched felt too damned good. She lifted her hips again, and sank back down on his cock. She tried hard not to take the monster deeper into her, but her body betrayed her. No matter how hard she tried to resist, she couldn't help but sink that monster deeper inside her cunt with each downward thrust.

More of Jae's cock invaded her pussy.

Yooyeon involuntarily moaned as intense pleasure shot through her nether region. She couldn't believe that having her Brother's cock inside her could feel so damn good. Her body began to spasm as a mini-orgasm abruptly shot through her loins. She sank deeper onto her Brother's cock. Nearly three quarters of her pussy was stuffed with her Brother's man meat. "Shit, I can't hold myself up any longer. Roll me onto my back before I collapse."

Jae drew his Sister down onto his chest, and then rolled his body onto hers. His dick sank deeper into her body. He was very close to touching her cervix. He rose up so that he rested his weight on his elbows.

Yooyeon looked down between their bodies. Her expression of shock was written all over her face. She could see a visible bulge in her tummy where Jae's cock was pushing against her belly. She began to ask herself just how much more of his dick would fit inside her before it reached the back of her birth canal.

Jae was glad Yooyeon had given him control. Now he could control how long it would take for him to completely fill her hungry cunt. "Are you ready to continue?" He asked.

Yooyeon looked up at her Brother, and quickly nodded yes. She then looked back down at her stomach.

Jae withdrew his cock and then sank back into his Sister's body.

Yooyeon watched her tummy return to normal, and then expand again as her Brother sank back inside her. She could feel his cock rubbing against that special spot just inside the entrance to her vagina. She whimpered yet again as he sank back inside to where it was before.

However, he didn't go any deeper. He simply withdrew his cock and plunged back into her again.

She shook as a second small orgasm hit her. She was amazed that her Brother had already made her cum twice, and he wasn't completely inside her yet.

Jae continued fucking his Sister, allowing his cock to sink in almost all the way before withdrawing.

It didn't take Yooyeon long to figure out that Jae wasn't trying to go deeper.

He wasn't trying to win a bet. He was fucking her.

"Jae," she gasped lustfully. "You're not trying to win the bet. You're fucking me."

He gave his older Sister a devilish grin, and continued to rock in and out of her. "Yes I am."

Yooyeon felt torn with what was happening to her. She knew she shouldn't let her Brother fuck her, but his huge cock was driving her wild with lust.

Jae knew he'd won. Not only was he going to win the bet, but his Sister was surrendering to her need to be fucked.

She took her eyes off her expanding and contracting stomach to gaze up at her Brother. Giving him a pleading look, she whispered. "Please, I want to feel your cock go all the way inside me. I know this is no longer about the bet, and we are fucking, but I don't care. Sink that monster completely inside my pussy."

Giving his older Sister a sly smile, Jae withdrew almost all the shaft of his cock, and then plunged deep into her body.

Yooyeon squealed as the last two inches of her pussy opened up to receive her Brother's monstrous cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck; and at the same time slung her long legs around his hips, as his cock tip pressed against her cervix. She bit her Brother's shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks.

Jae groaned with pleasure as his Sister bit him.

"So deep," she moaned. "Your cock is so fucking deep in me. Damn, I feel completely stuffed." She gazed up at her sibling. Tears of joy were running down her cheeks. "You didn't split me open after all."

Jae leaned over and kissed Yooyeon. He pressed his lips against her mouth and slid his tongue against her lips.

Not caring that he was her Brother, Yooyeon opened her mouth.

Jae's tongue entered her open mouth. He began caressing her inner mouth with his tongue as he rammed his cock into her over and over.

Yooyeon's tongue danced with her Brother's as they fucked. All thought of bets, and having a place of her own flew from her mind. She was being fucked like never before. Yooyeon didn't want to stop. She didn't want Jae to pull out. She wanted to be fucked by her Brother.

Jae broke the kiss. He then licked away her tears. Jae grabbed the hem of his Sister's shirt and tugged.

Yooyeon lifted her upper body off the mattress so her Brother could finish undressing her.

Jae pulled the shirt off, and threw it onto the floor. He immediately lowered his lips to her left nipple and gently bit down.

Yooyeon whimpered as her Brother began to nibble and suck on her nipple. She thrust her hips against him to encourage him to continue fucking her.

Jae released the tender nipple, and began thrusting into his Sister again.

Yooyeon held her Brother's head in her hands. "Fuck, little Brother, your cock feels incredible. Fuck your big Sister hard. Make your Sister cum."

Jae felt his balls begin to churn. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. He began to furiously pound his Sister's stretched out cunt.

Yooyeon felt her body coiling like a spring. She was about to cum. Her wonderful Brother was going to make her cum like never before.

Jae pounded away at Yooyeon's pussy. He thrust into her repeatedly. His cock grew even thicker, stretching her pussy wide. Then just before he released his life giving sperm, he felt his balls touch his Sister's ass cheeks.

Yooyeon's pussy had lengthened another inch to receive his entire cock inside her. She screamed, as her body gave into the need to cum. She tightly gripped his neck, and screamed. The walls of her pussy clamped down on her Brother's cock, and began milking him for the sperm her body craved. Yooyeon's long legs held tightly onto her Brother as she came.

Jae bit his Sister's throat as he erupted deep inside his Sister's body. He began firing load after load of baby making sperm into her cunt.

Yooyeon pulled her Brother's face to hers, and began chewing on her Brother's lower lip. Her body shook with lust as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life.

Jae went rigid as his balls continued to empty his baby making seed into his Sister's fertile womb.

Yooyeon held onto her Brother's face as tightly as she could as her body shook from her intense orgasm. Her long legs tightened around his hips, holding him in place. The pretty brunette shook, and writhed beneath her Brother.

As the siblings began to come down from their sexual high, the realization that they'd fucked bareback began to creep into their minds.

They broke the kiss and stared at one another in shock.

"Fuck, I just came in you." Jae stared at his Sister.

"What if you got me pregnant?" Yooyeon screeched. "I can't have my own Brother knocking me up. What would Mom and Dad say? Hell, what would my friends and co-workers say?"

Jae took a deep breath, and struggled to keep his cool. "Let's not panic yet. Just because I came in you doesn't mean you're going to get pregnant."

"Yes, but what if you did get me pregnant? I could end up having your baby. Shit, why did I agree to this stupid bet? Jae, you may have just knocked me up."

"Look, there's nothing we can do about it now. We'll just have to wait and see. People fuck all the time without conceiving children. The odds are really good that you won't get pregnant."

"I hope you're right. I love you baby Brother, but I don't want to have your kid." She ran her hand along her Brother's cheek. "However, I've got to be honest with you. I did enjoy having sex with you. I've never had multiple orgasms before. You made me cum three times. I don't think I'd be happy if this turned out to be a one time fuck."

"Does this mean you want to have sex with me again?"

"Hell yes. I want to fuck you all day every day while our parents are at work. But from now on you pull out before you cum. And I'm making a doctor's appointment. If you're going to keep fucking me like this, I need to go on the pill."

Jae leaned over his Sister and kissed her. He then gave her a warm smile. "You can forget about paying up on our bet. I got something much better out of it anyway."

Yooyeon squeezed Jae's softening cock with her vaginal walls. She felt her Brother's cock begin to stiffen. "I think you're about to get another payment on our bet. Just make sure you pull out before you cum this time."

Jae and Yooyeon fucked all day long, until it was time for Yooyeon to get ready for work.

Jae pulled out each time before spilling his seed where it didn't belong.

However, the siblings didn't think about the fact that pre-cum could also impregnate a woman.

Each time Jae fucked his Sister bareback, they increased their chances of making a baby together.

Later in the day, Yooyeon made an appointment with her gynecologist.

The soonest appointment available was three weeks away.

Yooyeon didn't want to wait that long, but she had no choice.

Jae would just have to pull out before he came for the next two weeks.

Yooyeon knew it was a dangerous plan, but she didn't want to wait two weeks before they resumed having sex.

Birth control cream was out of the question, because Yooyeon had suffered an allergic reaction to the cream when she tried to use it in the past.

She considered having Jae use a condom anyway, but the fact that the size of his cock would cause them to tear worried her. Trusting in a piece of latex that might or might not protect her was worse than having Jae pull out.

Jae's horror story about having left over pieces of latex stuck in her pussy worried Yooyeon.

Besides, Yooyeon loved the feel of her Brother's bare cock in her stretched out pussy.

Yooyeon got dressed for work, and then headed out the door, with her Brother in tow.

Jae followed his Sister to the plant in his pickup.

Yooyeon took Jae to meet their supervisor. She then headed to her station.

Jae filled out his paperwork, listened to the safety speech, and then headed home.

His parents asked him how the paperwork went.

The young man struggled to keep his voice from wavering as he spoke to his parents.

The memory of fucking his sexy Sister wouldn't go away. He was looking forward to the next day when his parents returned to work.

Yooyeon put in her shift, and then headed to the house. Not trusting herself in front of her parents, the young woman skipped eating and headed straight to bed.

Jae was in his room, thinking about the day's events. He was tempted to sneak into Yooyeon's room and fuck her before he went to sleep. But the young man knew that would be too big a risk.

Yooyeon struggled with the same thoughts. She wanted her Brother's cock in her one more time before she went to sleep, but knew it would be too risky to try. Her Parents would lose it if they caught their kids fucking. Yooyeon eventually drifted off to sleep. As she lay in bed sleeping, millions of her Brother's sperm swam deeper into her birth canal towards the waiting egg.

One tiny sperm cell made it to the outer wall of the waiting egg, and then bored its way inside.

>Ice Princess: "Oppa, got everything prepped for our special day?"

>You: "Of course! Even got you guys' favorite Japanese snacks."

>Ballerina: "OMOO YOU'RE THE BEST!"

>Yubami: "Look at this gentleman, taking such good care of us."

>You: "Always! You girls are my everything..."

>Ice Princess: "Oh stop that, you're gonna make me feel something..."

>Yubami: "sobbing... stop"

>Ballerina: "oppaaaaaa :("

>You: "ALRIIIIIGHT, see y'all tomorrow❤️

The next day came quickly, now only a couple hours till they come over. Putting on some "fancy" clothes, a simple white button-up shirt and some black jeans. Then finally the door rings, *Ding Dong*, you look at the screen and see the three beautiful ladies. "Sorry, I'm not interested" you say through the intercom. Yooyeon rolls her eyes, "Shut up and let us in, idiot." Yubin laughs while Jiyeon is distracted with her phone. "Alright alright, come in." You press the door opener and let them in, waiting for them to get to your apartment's floor. A minute later you hear voices in the hallway, can't quite make out what they're saying, only hearing giggles right when they get to your door and a "shhh" before they stand in front of the door. You see them through the peephole, they're outfits barely hiding their features. "Damn... they're so hot." You think to yourself. "Open the damn door already, I know you're watching us through the peephole you perv." To that blasphemous assumption you open the door, "Perv? Really? It's not like I'm spying in while y'all are changing." Yooyeon scoffs, "I bet you would like that though, watching us three beautiful and hot girls change, huh?" You can only stare at her and swallow, because she's right. "I...I... ah shut up", you stutter back at her while closing the door behind them. "Knew it, men are all the same, but I can't blame you, just look at us, heh." The other two just smile and nod, "Oppa is so lucky, having us three as his best friends." Yubin adds, "I bet he'd like to be more than just that." Jiyeon whispers, trying to hide her smile. "Excuse me?" You raise your eyebrow, "Did I hear that right? You really think like that about me?" You ask them, "Oh come on, we're just teasing you, and we might already be a little tipsy, hehe." You roll your eyes, but can't hide a smile. "You guys are impossible..."

You all sat down in the living room, bottles of soju and bowls of snacks on the coffee table. "Wow, look at these snac~ OH MY GOD, IS THAT MY FAVORITE MOCHI FLAVOR?" Jiyeon yelled all happily. "Uhhhhh Lemon Soju? My favorite!" Yubin smiled at you, then threw you a kiss. You blush a little and swallow, what's with this weird behavior from them? "Y..yea..yeah, got it just for you." You reply to her, she winks back at you. "Alright, should we start the games?" Yooyeon takes charge with a mischievous smile on her face, she's definitely up to something. You nod, taking out the deck of UNO before Yooyeon stops you, "Nuh uh, none of that, we're playing something different!" You look at her confused, "Yea, how about some Truth or Dare? Hehe..." Jiyeon suggests, you swallow, this is gonna end bad. "Uhhhhh yessss, that will be fun!" Yubin jumps and claps her hands. "Alriiiiight, whatever the princesses want." Yooyeon makes room on the table, placing an empty soju bottle you all collectively drank in the middle. Each of you sat on one end of the table, Yooyeon to your right, Yubin in front and Jiyeon to the left of you. "I'll start..." Yooyeon spins the bottle, of course it stops pointing at you, "...hah! So, Truth or Dare?" You swallow again, mouth dry. "t...tru..truth." You stutter again, for some reason your nerves are at an all time high right now. "You're cute when you're nervous... anyway, Truth! Did you ever peep on one of us?" Your eyes get wide, "I...I did...once." You admit, trying to hide your face in shame. "Oppa..." Jiyeon sighs. "Knew it, so I wasn't so wrong calling you a perv earlier, huh?" Yooyeon smiles, not sure if she's happy or mad. You take another shot, trying to drown the shame. When you looked in front of you, you saw Yubin stare at you with a blank expression, then looked down again. Her hand reached over the table, laying on yours, "It's okay, we're not mad, in fact this makes things easier." You raise an eyebrow, "Easier? What does that mean..." You ask yourself while she smiles at you.

"Your turn to spin, perv." Yooyeon hands you the bottle with a devious smile. You spin the bottle, watching it go round until it stops on Jiyeon. You both lock eyes, you swallow again, "tru...truth or dare?" Jiyeon thinks for a second, "Mhmm... Dare me!" She says with an enthusiastic smile. "I dare you to....mhmm...kiss Yubin!" Her gaze snaps to Yubin, both smile at each other. "Oh what an easy dare, we do this all the time!" She leans towards Yubin, "Come here, baby." Yubin teases, her words make something in you stir. Then, you see their lips crash onto each other, hands cupping jaws. What was supposed to be a simple kiss, turned into a make-out session. Yubin laughs, slightly parting away just for you to see their tongues dancing with one another. "Oh my..." Yooyeon chimes in from the side, watching them closely. You can't look away, their make-out activated something in between your legs. "a..alr...alright ladies, enough!" You chime in. Jiyeon breaks off first, giggling with Yubin while wiping some saliva off her lower lip, "ooops, got carried away, hehe." She sat back at her place, "That was hot..." Yooyeon sighs, rubbing her thighs together. "Yea..." You murmur, pants incredibly tight now. "Close your mouth, you're basically drooling." Yubin laughs. You snap back to reality and shake your head, "sorry... that was a lot to witness." They chuckle, "Oh don't you worry, that was just the beginning." Jiyeon winks at you, then spins the bottle. It spins and stops pointing to Yooyeon, her smile instantly gets devious. "Unnieeee, Truth or Dare?" Yooyeon thinks shortly, "Dare me, but make it spicy!" They smile at each other, "Ok ok, I dare you tooooo... flash your tits!" Your eyes shoot open, this is escalating quickly and you should stop this, but you don't. "That's it?" Yooyeon says almost sounding disappointed, "Alright, I'll gladly will." Her gaze shifted to you, her hands already on the hem on her cropped shirt. One smirk later and her shirt was pulled over her head, freeing her tits, of course she wasn't wearing a bra.

You can't stop staring, her tits aren't massive, but still nice and perky. "Like what you see, huh?" She teases you, pressing her boobs together and wiggles them at you. "What is happening... what's with the sudden lack of boundaries?" You think, confused, but also turned on. "Well, I'll leave this off, I'm sure that wasn't the last piece of clothing I'll remove tonight." Yooyeon says while spinning the bottle again, this time it stops at Yubin, making Yooyeon smirk and switching gazes from you to her. "Truth or Dare, My dear?" Yubin answers quickly, "Truuuth!" She slurs, the alcohol clearly getting to her. Yooyeon thinks for a moment, "mhmm... did you ever masturbate while thinking of any of us?" Yubin smirks, "Yes, yes I have, hehe." She answers, looking at you. Yooyeon catching the glances, "I see... Well, maybe those thoughts will come reality today." Yooyeon looks at her, clearly up to something. Yubin spun the bottle, keeping eye contact with you. The bottle stopped pointing towards you again, of fucking course it did... "Oh boy, this is gonna be interesting!" Jiyeon says all excited. "Heh... Truth or Dare, oppa?" She asks, your throat was dry and no straight thoughts. Something in you said to do truth again, but before you knew it, you said; "Dare!" Yooyeon and Jiyeon gasp, then smile and look at Yubin. "Mhmm... I dare you toooo... kiss me! The same way Jiyeon unnie did." You choke at nothing, frozen in place. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Yooyeon pushes from the side, "what have I gotten myself into..." you murmur while standing up. Jiyeon gasps when seeing the bulge in your pants, "uhhhh what do I see there, someone's excited." You try to hide your erection, without success. Yooyeon laughs while Yubin bites her lip, eagerly waiting for you.

Finally you reach her, kneeling down beside her. Her lips already puckered, pointing at them with her fingers. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, leaning forward. Then suddenly Jiyeon pushes you from behind, making you fall onto Yubin when your lips meet. "ooops, my bad." She giggles while Yubin falls on her back. You catch your fall with your hands besides her face, looking into her eyes. They're beautiful, slightly glossy and filled with lust. You stare into her soul a little longer before leaning down again, initiating a proper kiss. "Finally..." she murmurs right before your lips meet, her arms locking around your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss. At first it was awkward, just lips on lips, then something overcame you. One hand reaching for her waist, tongue sliding into her mouth, dancing with hers. "Oh wow, he's really going for it." Jiyeon says surprised, but definitely enjoying the show. You make out with her for a couple more minutes, letting out years of pent up tension. When breaking off, you stare into her eyes once more, smiling. "Yubin...I..." you whisper, but before you can finish, Yooyeon pulls you up, "Alright Casanova, you can propose later, your turn to spin." You move back to your spot, catching your thoughts. Yubin sits back up, adjusting her hair, smiling from ear to ear. You spin the bottle, watching it spin, still thinking about Yubin’s lips. The bottle stops at Jiyeon, her eyes wander to you. "Well, Truth or Dare?" Jiyeon smiles, "Dare!" she says almost immediately. "Well, since you're a ballerina, I want you to stand on one leg while the other is locked behind your head, BUT you have to be bare down there!" Her eyes get wide, "So specific, lucky for you, I'm horny as hell!" She stood up, everyone watching her.

"This guy... all he wants is to see us naked, tsk tsk tsk..." Yooyeon shakes her head while smiling, her nipples visibly hard. Meanwhile Jiyeon turned around, lifting her skirt and hooking her fingers in the hem of her panties. She looked over her shoulders, "Take a good look, enjoy the show!" Then slowly she bends forward, pulling her panties down her toned legs. Everyone is watching her closely, the way the lacy fabric goes down was mesmerizing. The lower she bent, the more of her ass peeked out. Firm round cheeks, but your attention quickly goes to her pussy right below, pink, puffy and visibly wet. "Fuck..." you mumble, pants incredibly tight. "Unnie... wow." Yubin admires, her own hand wandering between her legs. They pooled at her ankles when she walked out of her panties, picking them up and throwing them at you with a smirk and a wink. Then Jiyeon began lifting her leg, slow and gracefully. Her skirt riding up the higher her leg went, exposing her bottom fully. When her leg was finally behind her head, she spun on her heel to face everyone. "Look at that... so delicious." Yooyeon compliments, her hand also buried between her legs while the other was busy pinching and pulling her nipple. Jiyeon smiles, her lips slightly parted from stretching. You're speechless, hand instinctively going down, grabbing hold of your erection through the fabric of your jeans, while holding her wet panties in the other. She looked at you, "You reallyyyy like that, don't you? Then watch this!" Her free hand went down towards her entrance, fingers sliding between her puffy lips. A slight moan escapes her, "Mhmmm, fuck yes..." as she parts her lips further, exposing her pink insides. You choke on your own saliva, even more so when she inserted those two fingers into herself. "Oh my god..." Yubin gasps, her hand made its way underneath her own panties, rubbing her clit. "Yes... fuck, that's so hot!" Yooyeon adds, her hand long buried in her panties.

Jiyeon’s fingers pump in and out of her pussy, her juices running down her inner thigh. "Oh fuck... alright, enough for now, don't wanna finish this early, hehe." She says, pulling out her fingers from her drenched cunt, cleaning them off by sucking them clean. Her leg went back down and she sat at her spot, not bothering putting her panties back on. The bottle was spinning again, it stopped at Yubin again, they shared a devious smile with each other, "Ok Yubam, Truth or Dare?" Her answer came quick, "Dare! No more boring truths." Jiyeon smiled and looked at you, keeping eye contact, "I dare you to.... suck his cock!" Your eyes shot open, choking on air. "E...Excuse me?" You say shocked, meanwhile Yubin is already crawling over to you with a bright smile. "You heard me, don't act like you don't want it." Jiyeon responds to you, "Let the fun begin!" Yooyeon cheers, her hand still rubbing her clit. Yubin now sat beside you, tying her hair into a ponytail. Damn did she look hot doing that... "Just sit still, I'll do the work." Yubin whispers into your ear, her hands already working on your belt. Yooyeon and Jiyeon watch eagerly, playing with themselves. You swallow hard as she undoes your belt, your cock feeling less pressure. You sit up slightly for her, so she can slide your jeans down. Now only the straining fabric of your boxers between her and you. Yubin's hand reaches out, hooking her fingers into the waistband and pulling them down, just enough for your cock to spring free. They gasp, "Oh my god, you're so big, how dare you hide this from us for so long." You can't say anything, the situation completely overwhelms you. "Absolutely criminal... we could've had so much with that." Yooyeon stares at your length. "Well, I guess we'll have to make up for all the times we could've had fun with him." Jiyeon replies.

Meanwhile your eyes are locked with Yubin’s, her hand reaching for the standing length. Her touch soft and delicate, wrapping around your girth at the base, pumping slowly. You groan and buck your hips, "Yubin..." you whisper. "It's okay, relax, you trust me, right?" You nod, then she leans in for a deep and passionate kiss, her hand continuing to stroke you slowly. Yooyeon and Jiyeon look at each other, smiling contently. A minute goes by until she breaks the kiss, smiling, then lowering her head towards your cock. "Finally, the real deal." Yooyeon rubs her clit faster. Yubin now mere inches away from your length, "What are you waiting for? Suck him already." Jiyeon getting impatient. "Shut up, you're just jealous." And with that, she gave your pre-cum leaking tip a kiss, coating her lips in the sticky substance. You groan by the soft touch of her lips, then moan when her lips wrapped around the head. "Fuck... Yubam." You mumble, one hand reaching for her head, not pushing, just holding. Her tongue swirled around the tip, through the slit and then went flat. Then she took more of you into her warm and wet mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked. Slowly her head went lower and lower, until she reached the base. "Holy shit, she swallowed him completely, didn't know you had that in you Yubami." Yooyeon proudly says. Yubin's head began to move faster, saliva pooling at the base. Wet sucking and slurping noises filled the room, "I can't believe what I'm seeing... she's way too good at that." Jiyeon was clearly shocked by Yubin’s skills. Meanwhile you're on cloud nine, eyes closed, head falling back and moaning. Yubin sucked you vigorously, your climax was approaching slowly. "Yubam... I...I'm close." You groan. She smiled and moaned on your cock, adding more stimulation. She brought you closer and closer to the end, but before you could finish, she broke off with a wet pop. Strings of saliva and pre-cum hanging between her glistening lips and your throbbing tip. "Not yet baby, we have more in store for you." She smirks and whispers into your ear, then wipes her chin with the back of her hand. As she went back to her place, she took off her shirt and pants, only leaving her bra and soaked panties on.

Yubin’s turn to spin the bottle again, her lips still glistening with spit and pre-cum. The bottle stops pointing towards Yooyeon, "Unnieeee, Truth or Dare?" She asks. "Dare, of course." smirking deviously, "Okayyy, I dare you tooooo... eat out Jiyeon unnie!" Yooyeon’s gaze snaps to Jiyeon, locking eyes with her. "Your meal is fresh and ready!" She leans back, spreading her legs wide. Yooyeon licks her lips, then makes her way over. You noticed the lack of panties when she stood up, they were long discarded, hanging over the arm rest. Yooyeon got on all fours in front of Jiyeon’s waiting pussy, her own ass pointing towards you. Those plump cheeks are a nice scenery to take in, but then you spot something peeking out between her cheeks. "What the... is that? Nah, no way..." Meanwhile Yooyeon’s mouth was about to devour Jiyeon, "You better make me cum, no edging!" Yooyeon smiles, "Sure thing, but I can't promise I'll stop at one." Jiyeon gasps, then smiles as Yooyeon closes the gap. "I'm gonna enjoy this show! Oppa, did you see Yooyeon unnie's pretty accessory? Hehe." Her question makes you gaze at her, "I...I did...is that...a...plug?" Yubin nods, "It is! Actually we all have... some sort of accessory, right Jiyeon unnie?" Her confession makes you choke on your spit. "That's right... fuck... we all have something up our butts, you'll see what I have later." Her words make your dick twitch, the sloppy noises from Yooyeon’s oral ministration and Jiyeon’s moans didn't help either. "Mhmm... fuck, you taste so good Jiyeon!" Yooyeon smacks her lips, then wiggles her butt, "Hey perv, you like staring at my plugged ass and wet pussy, don't you? Bet you'd love to taste me!" She smirked, then went back to eating out Jiyeon. You didn't reply, she knew she was right, you were already stroking yourself while thinking about how she'd taste. "Fuck... these gotta go... Oppa, catch!" Yubin called, throwing her soaked panties. You catch the wet fabric, holding them up and inspecting them. The wet spots are unmistakable, you can't resist taking a deep sniff. "Unnie was right, you are a perv, my perv." You smile back, high on her scent.

Yooyeon was working her mouth, tongue exploring the depth of Jiyeon’s cavern. "Fuuuuck..." she moaned as Yooyeon plunged two fingers inside her. Jiyeon’s pussy was dripping sweet juices, coating Yooyeon’s lips, chin and now also her fingers. She pumped them in and out, curling them upwards to hit that spot, while sucking and flicking Jiyeon’s clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck... don't stop, I'm so close!" Yooyeon smiled, doubling her efforts and fasten her movements. "Cum for me, cum inside my mouth!" She mumbled, her own hand reaching back and touching herself. "YES! YES! YES! I'M CUMMING, FUUUUUCK!" Jiyeon screamed, her voice breaking. Her pussy clamping down on Yooyeon’s fingers, legs shaking, flooding her mouth with sweet juices. Yooyeon finger fucked her through it, swallowing her nectar greedily. "Holy shit..." Yubin gasps, stopping her own hand to watch closer. Yooyeon makes no sign of slowing down, pumping her fingers and sucking up all the fluids. "Fuuuuuck unnie.... swallow... all my... cum... don't you... dare... to stop!" She struggles to get out between moans, her whole body shaking. While watching, you instinctively started stroking yourself, slow and steady. Yooyeon was devouring her like it's her last meal, keeping her on a steady high. Soon after the first, a second orgasm hit Jiyeon like a train. "AHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCK! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" She screams, her voice hoarse. Yooyeon can't help but smile, then swallows the second flood of clear juices. Once Jiyeon slumped back, breathing heavy and still shaking, Yooyeon broke off, lips wet and glistening with Jiyeon’s sweet cum all over them. "Mhmm... I forgot how much you cum, so yummy." Yooyeon licked her lips, then kissed Jiyeon, letting her taste herself. She moaned into the kiss, Yooyeon’s fingers still inside her, moving slowly, thumb drawing circles on her swollen clit. "Fuck unnie... you really... know how to... make us feel... good." Jiyeon whispers between kisses, smiling.

Then Yubin chimes in, "Are we done playing games? I'm way to horny after that..." Yooyeon breaks off from Jiyeon’s lips, fingers slowly pulling out of her sensitive cunt, a sticky strings of her cum still connecting them. Yooyeon turned around, sitting on her heels, "One last game..." before finishing her sentence, she brought her slik covered finger to her mouth, sucking them clean, then releasing them with a wet pop, "...for him!" Her gaze at you piercing, filled with unadulterated lust. You point at herself, "F...For...me?" you ask, she nods, smiling mischievously. "Yes, perv, it's simple. Just answer me, who'd you rather Marry, Fuck and Kill out of us three?" You choke on nothing, all three looking at you now, their gazes like knives. "I... I.... uhhhh..." you stutter, Yooyeon clicks her tongue, "Oh come on...can't be that difficult. Like, it's clear you gonna marry Yubam, you two had a mutual crush on each other for years... but, who is getting fucked, and who's getting killed?" Your head is running a marathon, "I... I'd rather fuck all of you!" They laugh, "Honey, that's not how this game works, although, that's what gonna happen today anyway, hehe." Your dick twitches at the thought of fucking all three of them, but you really don't wanna upset one by *killing* them. Yubin looks at you, locking eyes with her, bringing a smile to your face. "Ok ok ok..." you stammer, "...I fuck... Jiyeon...." Yooyeon’s smile faded, "I see how it is..." her tone almost sad, "...you better hold true to your word, fuck me...US senseless!" Your eyes widen, nodding. "I'm first!" Yubin yells, before you could say anything, she was getting out of her seat and walking over, her pussy wet and puffy. "Alright, alright Yubami, after all you're his wife now." Jiyeon jokingly says, smiling and winking at you. Meanwhile Yubin straddled your lap, pressing your erection against your stomach. Her arms wrap around your neck, smiling before leaning in and catching your lips in a deep, sensual kiss. Your hands begin to wander over her back, then resting at her waist. Her hips start grinding against your length, pressing it harder against your stomach, smearing pre-cum where the tip hits. You groan into her mouth, "Yubin..." your desperate tone makes her smile.

Your wander lower, grabbing hold of her ass cheeks. Yubin giggles when feeling your touch, "Mhmm... yes baby, touch me more." She whispers into your ear. You kiss along her jaw, then nibble at her neck. She tilts her head, giving you more room to leave marks. Then lower, over her shoulder and collarbones, resting at the swell of her breasts. "Let me get rid of this for you." She reaches back, unclasping her bra, the only piece of clothing she had on. The fabric gets loose, she pushes the halters over her shoulders, freeing her juicy and firm tits. "Yubin... you're so... perfect and beautiful!" You whisper, then lean forward and take her right nipple into your mouth, sucking gently, circling your tongue. She moans and arches into you, grinding harder against your throbbing cock. You switch to her other nipple, biting the hard nub gently, stealing a small yelp from her. Meanwhile Yooyeon and Jiyeon have moved beside You and Yubin, watching closely. You break off from her perfect sized tits, staring into her lustful eyes, she smiles at you, then pushes you onto your back. "Lay down, baby..." your hands going back to her waist, holding her tightly. Her pussy lips parted around your shaft as she grinded, leaving her arousal all over it. "Stop teasing, fuck him already!" Yooyeon sighed from the side, then grabbed your right hand, moving it towards herself. You look over at her, she got that mischievous grin on her face again. "You know you can touch me too, right?" She whispers, then lays your hand on her right breast. It was warm and soft, nipple hard. You squeezed lightly, making her moan. Then pinching her nipple, slightly pulling and twisting. Her hand reaching back to yours, leading yours lower, over her toned stomach, letting you feel every ridge of her abs before going even lower. Your hand now right above her love tunnel, waiting for your next move. "Touch, I don't bite... unless you want me to." You smile at her, then slide one finger through her drenched folds, making her moan and bite her lip, "Yesssss, just like that." Your finger quickly coated in a sheen of her slick, ready to enter. Thumb circling over her clit, making her back arch.

While Yubin was still teasing you by grinding her folds over your length and Yooyeon taking control of your right hand, Jiyeon knelt behind your head, looking down. You meet her gaze, before you can say anything, she scoots forward and straddles over your face. Your eyes widen by the sight of her wet pussy and puckered butthole right above you. "I bet you're hungry, right? Feast on me!" Then her hips lower, your tongue darts out, ready to taste her. Her lips make contact with your waiting tongue, so wet and warm, tasting tangy and a bit salty. You free hand moved to her butt, taking a handful of the soft flesh. Then moving inwards, to her rear entrance. "Mhmm fuck yes! Play with my butthole." Her back arching, sticking out her ass more. While your tongue explores the wet cavern of her pussy, your finger circled over her puckered hole, lightly applying pressure. Her hips start rocking on your face, chasing her high. Yubin was watching how you ate up Jiyeon, smiling proudly. "Look at you, Jiyeon unnie on your face, Yooyeon unnie occupied with your hand, and me grinding on this dick, you're so lucky!" Her words make your erection twitch under her grinding, arching upwards, trying to finally penetrate. "Looks like he wants inside, Yubam. Give him what he wants!" Yubin nods, sliding up to the tip, then grabbing hold around your length, aligning it with her dripping cunt. You feel how she drags your pre-cum smeared tip through her wet folds, thrusting up to accelerate the process. "Tsk tsk tsk... he wants me so bad!" You moan into Jiyeon’s pussy when you feel your tip breach past Yubin’s swollen lips, her walls stretch and envelope your length inch by inch. Yubin's eyes roll back in her head, her mouth the shape of an 'O'. "He's so big... can't wait to have that inside me later." Jiyeon watches, her own pussy fluttering around your tongue.

Yubin finally bottoms out, your whole length inside her, nudging against her deepest spots. "Fuuuuuuck, so full and stretched!" She says out of breath, slowly rolling her hips. Meanwhile, your finger that's been busy with Yooyeon’s pussy, has invaded, scratching her inside walls. Her juices dripping down your hand, pooling on the floor. You add a second finger, then a third, curling them upwards, hitting that spongy spot inside. "Yesss, work those fingers, make me cum all over that hand!" Her eyes roll back, moans escaping her mouth as her climax builds. At the same time Jiyeon’s pussy was drooling all over your face, her juices pooling in the dip of your neck. Your left hands fingers still drawing circles over her butthole, then slowly breaching past the ring of muscle. "Fuuuck... finger my asshole, baby, I'm so close!" Your finger pumps in and out of her ass, while your tongue laps up her juices, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Yubin was now bouncing up and down, high enough for your cock to almost slip out. The living room became a symphony of lewd sound, constant moaning, loud slurping from your busy mouth, wet squelches from your fingers inside Yooyeon’s pussy and the wet claps from Yubin’s skin hitting yours. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Jiyeon cursed, her hips rocking faster, grinding against your face, chasing release. You added a second finger into her asshole, scissoring them. Suddenly feeling something hard press against them, then start moving whatever it was inside her, finally pushing her over the edge. "FUUUUUUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Her body goes rigid for a second then starts shaking, her thighs clamping down on your head, her pussy gushing her sweet juices down your throat. You try to swallow, but it's too much, the excess running down the sides of your face. She slumps forward, off your face, drenched in her cum.

"Fuck... that was incredible!" She half laughs, out of breath. Reaching back to your wrist, fingers still inside her asshole. She pulls them out, her hole gapes open for a second, then closes again. She leads your hand towards Yubin, "Yubam, wanna taste my ass?" They both laugh, then Yubin opens her mouth, taking your digits in, sucking them clean and tasting Jiyeon’s rectum on your fingers. "Speaking of tasting your ass..." you say, before plunging into her winking hole right in front of you. Jiyeon gasps by the sudden attack, then moans when feeling your tongue breach inside her. "Fuck me... he's really hungry." Yooyeon jokes, while still having your fingers inside her. Jiyeon looks back over her shoulder, "Mhmm... yes, eat my ass!" Then turns back towards Yubin, still bouncing up and down, leaving a creamy ring of her discharge around the base of your cock. "Can't wait to clean that bad boy off..." Jiyeon licks her lips, staring at the creamy mess, then back at Yubin, kissing her deeply. Yooyeon had enough of just your fingers, she needs more. "Fuck... Put your fingers in a triangle please!" You glance over while eating Jiyeon’s ass, obliging to her demand, making a triangular form with your hand. Yooyeon smiles, "Good boy!" She praises, then angles your fingertips at her entrance, slowly lowering herself. You fingers enter her, knuckle by knuckle they disappear into her cunt, until only the base of your fingers is visible. "Mhmm... so much better..." she moans, then puts more weight into it. You're slowly getting sucked into her aching pussy, then with a wet suction noise, it slips in to the wrist. "FUCKKKKK!" She yelled, with a stream of clear fluid spraying out her stretched cunt. The feeling of her wet and warm insides was weird, in a good way, like a glove she enveloped your fist. Yubin glanced over too, "Holy... shit... unnie..." she murmured between moans, her own release coming closer by the second. Your attention shifted from Jiyeon’s delicious asshole, to Yooyeon’s pussy completely. Twisting your wrist inside her, making her knees buckle. Moving your fist back out, then pushing back in, her whole body shook, more squirts leaking out of her.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" She cursed, resting on her elbows, barely able to hold herself up. The puddle of squirt grew larger the more you fisted her cunt. While your attention shifted, Jiyeon whined about the loss of hers, "Don't forget about me!" She pushed her ass back into your face, reaching back and spreading her cheeks apart, asshole opening up slightly. Your head turned back to Jiyeon’s forbidden hole, staring right into the black abyss. You're overwhelmed, too many things to concentrate on, fist fucking Yooyeon’s pussy, eating out Jiyeon’s ass and meeting Yubin’s bounces with thrusts upwards. Luckily Yubin was extremely close to climax, "Fuck, baby... your dick is gonna make me cum soon!" But before her, Yooyeon screamed from the side, "OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I'M CUMMING FUCK!" her whole body shook like she was getting electrocuted, pussy spasming around your fist, clear fluid spraying in an arch right towards you, covering your arm and even some of it landing on your face. The pressure eventually pushes your fist out of her, leaving her cunt gaping and dripping. Now completely laying on her back, chest heaving, legs still twitching. "Unnie, are you okay?" Jiyeon asks, Yooyeon lifts her arm and gives a shaky thumbs up. Jiyeon and Yubin laugh, then Yubin continues riding and Jiyeon moans, as your tongue plunges back into her asshole. Your dripping and slick covered fist moved back, Jiyeon stopped it by your wrist, "Let me clean that for you." Finger by finger she sucked them clean, tasting Yooyeon’s cum. Once she was done, both your hands moved to Jiyeon’s ass, spreading her open more, kneading the soft flesh. While savoring the taste of her asshole, Yubin was on the brink. "Baby... I'm... about to... cum... fuckkk..." your hips moved on their own, thrusting up harder, slamming into her as she fell. Your shaft coated in her cream, juices pooling wherever they could. You could feel her pussy getting tighter, her walls squeezing you, chasing release. Then with an ear piercing shriek, she came, "AHHHHHHHHHG FUCK!" Her pussy explodes in a creamy wet flood, covering your crotch and abdomen completely. Her legs gave in, sitting down, impaled by your length. She held onto Jiyeon’s shoulders for support, her breathing came in ragged.

Yubin sat on your shaft for a moment, recollecting herself, then slowly slid off. She fell back and sat on the floor between your legs, pussy leaking juices, forming a trail on the floor. Your cock covered in a creamy white sheen of her cum, swinging back and forth slightly. Jiyeon licks her lips, "Mhmm, look at that delicious cock, all creamy and wet." She leaned forward, tongue first, swirling at the tip. Her mouth wandered down along your length, her lips turning white from Yubin’s girlcum. While her tongue cleans your dick, your own tongue is buried deep in her asshole. "How do I taste, unnie?" Yubin watches, Jiyeon breaks off your cock, smacking her lips, "So delicious, baby!" Her eyes locked with Yubin’s, going back for seconds, taking your throbbing length in completely. You groan into the depths of her asshole, spreading her cheeks further apart. Her walls clench down on your tongue, wanting more, something bigger. She popped off your cock, strings of saliva hanging from her lips down to your tip. She looked back over her shoulder, smiling when seeing how eager you were to devour her, "Mhmm... Baby, I think my ass needs more!" On the side, Yooyeon recovered, watching, rubbing her swollen clit. Yubin noticed, smirking, crawling over. "Unnie, you're so messy down here, let me clean you up!" She leaned down, her ass up, pointing right towards you. Yooyeon’s still gaping and pulsing pussy looked extra delicious. Yubin's tongue darted out, taking a slow lick along her labia. Yooyeon jolted, still sensitive from the intense fisting. "AH FUCK! slow, please... sensitive..." Yubin stops, smiling, "Don't worry, I'll be careful." Her tongue made contact again, slow and delicate she licked. Yooyeon whimpered, her fingers intertwined in Yubin’s hair. Her mouth closed around the sensitive and engorged nub, flicking her tongue. Yooyeon’s back arch of the floor, whimpers turned into desperate moans. "Fuck.... Yubam, feels so good!" Yubin’s hand sneaked down under, remembering the shiny pink crystal plug peeking out underneath her gaping hole. She pulled on it, letting her ring of muscle stretch around the bulbous metal. Yooyeon moaned deeply, "Mhmmm... yessss!"

Jiyeon moved forward, sitting on your torso, her asshole slick with your spit and winking at you. "You remember we all dared each other to put something up our ass, right? Let me show you what I have stored." Her face changed, hands reaching back, spreading herself open. You gasp, her hole opening right in front of you. "Fuck..." you groan, dick twitching, chest increasingly getting wetter from her leaking cunt. Then, finally, you see something colorful appear, pushing aside her pink walls. "Mhmphhh, fuck..." she moaned, her pussy gushing her juices out like a faucet. Her anus stretched, turning almost white, then *PLOP*, the round object falls out. A blue toy ball, probably a dog toy. She laughs, her hole gaping open, inner walls moving along her breathing. "Got this for my dog originally, but I found a better use for it, hehe." You stare at her open hole, licking your lips, "Naughty girl, all of you..." Yooyeon raises her hand, shaking, flipping you off. Chuckling, you take the mucus covered ball in your hand, licking it, tasting the deepest depths of her rectum. Jiyeon turned around, her open hole right at your length. "Oh okay... but I'm the naughty one, huh?" You laugh, "Didn't say I wasn't!" Taking another lick over the ball. Jiyeon smirked, reaching back and wrapping her hand around you, lifting her hips. Your tip enters her gaping hole with ease, stretching it further. "Oh fuck... yesss baby, stretch me open!" You groan as your cock disappears into her asshole, "Fuck, Jiyeon..." the ball forgotten, only the warm walls of her guts on your mind. Your hands wander to her slim waist, digging into her soft flesh. Her hips start rolling, placing her own hand over yours, leading it up her body to her firm breasts. "I'm all yours, baby." She moans, rocking her hips faster. You squeeze her tits harder, pinching and pulling her nipple, stealing a yelp from her. She leans back, eyes rolling, mouth open. Her legs prop up and hips lift, pussy glistening, dripping onto your stomach. "Mhmm, your cock fills my ass so good..." your balls deep inside, she squeezes your shaft tight, "...gonna make me cum so fast!" Jiyeon’s hips go up and down, her tits bouncing, abs tensing up. "Fuck... you're so sexy."

Yubin has been playing with Yooyeon’s holes in the meantime, tongue deep inside that swollen pussy. Down below, she's twisting and pulling the plug, almost letting it slip out completely. "Stop teasing, just use my asshole!" Yubin laughed, "Alright, alright unnie, let me wreck that hole of yours." With a mischievous grin, she pulled the plug out; *PLOP* and it was in her hand, going straight into her mouth, tasting all of Yooyeon’s flavors. Her gaping hole oozed a mix of lube and her own fluids, forming a small puddle underneath. "Unnie, you used so much lube for this little plug... were you planning to use the excess for something else, hmmm?" Yubin raised an eyebrow, smirking, hand already probing the open hole. Yooyeon pushed a little, "Hmphhh!" Her hole lets out air and more lube in a squelching fart, making Yubin gasps, then laugh. "So dirty... I love it!" She scooped up the excess lube, smearing it all over her hand. Yooyeon looked down, watching Yubin lube up, "Oh god..." she whispered. "Unnie, relax! I'll be careful, my hands are small, hehe." Yubin formed her hand into a triangle, just like you did earlier, aligning it with her waiting hole. Jiyeon looked over, her own asshole still impaled by your cock, "Ruin Unnie's asshole, Yubam! Turn it inside out!" Her words made Yooyeon choke on her spit, "...oh shit... don't break me too much, Yubin-ah!" Yubin nods, then pushes her fingertips in, stretching the ring of muscle. Knuckle by knuckle her hand disappears into Yooyeon’s ass, her whimpers and whines loud. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!" Finally with a wet *slurp*, Yubin’s hand gets sucked into Yooyeon’s rectum. "Look how greedy your hole is, swallowing my hand so easily." Yooyeon’s back arches of the floor, eyes vanished in the back of her head. Her still swollen pussy releasing a stream of warm golden liquid, the pressure of Yubin’s hand too much. Jiyeon halted her relentless anal riding for a second, "Oh my god... you made her piss herself! So fucking hot!" Your own eyes snap towards the spectacle as well, gasping when seeing the depravity. "Holy shit..." You say breathless, but oddly aroused, new kink unlocked?

Jiyeon returned riding you like a horse quickly, her asshole clenching down on your shaft, making you groan and shift your attention back to her. "You like that, huh? Seeing her like that, losing herself, letting go..." You can only nod, gripping her waist tighter. You hold her in place, your hips lifting off the floor, feet flat. With a hard thrust up, you slam into her guts, a loud clap of skin hitting skin echoes through the room. "Ahh fuck!" Jiyeon yelps, trying her best to hold her balance. You piston into her like a jackhammer, her mouth open, gasping for air. Her pussy leaking nectar down to your stomach, pooling in your belly button. Her climax was rushing in, hand reaching down, rubbing her clit frantically. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuck!" She shrieked, body locking up, pussy clenching on nothing. You fuck her through it, no stopping. Gushes of squirt spray everywhere, your mouth open, trying to catch some. She collapsed forward, laying on your drenched chest. Out of breath, she murmers, "Fuck... that was amazing!" Your hips slowed, letting her recover. "You gave me a shower... so hot!" You whisper into her ear. Jiyeon raised her head, looking you deep into the eyes. "Oh, you like having my girl cum all over you, huh? Naughty boy..." She smiled, then went for a sloppy kiss, tongue invading your mouth instantly. You groan into her mouth, picking up speed with your thrusts. Her eyes shut, moaning on your lips. Jiyeon sat back up, hands on your chest for support. "Make me cum again, fuck my asshole, make it throb!" You slam into her with no remorse, the only goal is to ruin her. "Careful what you wish for!" Your hands gripping her cheeks, her soft flesh molding to your palms. Then, her second orgasm hits, but this time she slid off your cock, letting it bob back and forth. She sat down on your chest, her holes right before your eyes, open and leaking. You gasp by her surprising move, but open your mouth quickly to welcome the flood of liquid of her orgasm coming your way. "Drink up!" She said, and so you do, mouth wide open, closing the distance to not miss anything. Her asshole was a gaping mess, leaking it's own juices where she sat, making a mess. Suddenly she smiled wickedly, her insides walls so swollen, they moved outwards. She angled her hips, her open hole inches from your mouth, "Surprise!" And with a little push and wet squelching farts, the dark red and pulsing flesh emerged in a small rose. Your eyes widen in shock, "WHAT THE FUUUU..." your words cut short by the sudden stream of piss filling your mouth. You try to swallow, but couldn't, too much.

Yubin looked over her shoulder when hearing you choke, gasping in shock. "Oh my god..." her fist halting inside Yooyeon’s asshole for a second. "Oh hey, seems like your new boyfriend likes getting pissed on, right?" Your brain short circuits, still swallowing her urine, "Y...yea..." you stutter. Yubin laughs, "Good to know, hehe." A wicked smile on her face. Jiyeon’s pulsing rose of swollen flesh still hangs before you, she looks down at you, smiling. "Taste it, I know you want to." You hesitate for a moment, then lean forward, tongue out, touching softly. She jolts, fingers running through your hair. Your tongue digs into the soft tissue, her flavor exploding on your taste buds. "Mhmm... yes baby." She moans, your warm mouth on her sensitive flesh making her shiver. Your lips close around the pulsing mound, tongue swirling, then push it in. "Ah fuck..." a small spurt of squirt hitting you, her juices adding sweetness. You suck on the prolapsed flesh, cheeks hollowing. You break off with a wet pop, a mix of saliva and anal secretion connecting your lips to her inside-out rectum. "Fuck, Jiyeon..." she laughs, her swollen ass-meat pulsing. "Good boy!" Jiyeon praised you. "FUUUUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Yooyeon screamed on top of her lungs. Yubin’s fist moved back and forth, stretching her insides. A small bulge on her stomach formed, right where Yubin’s fist was. Yooyeon looked down at the protrusion, gasping, "Oh my god... you're in my tummy!" Her hand lays over the bump, feeling Yubin's movements. Yubin looks up at her, a silent "Unnie..." escapes her lips. The intimacy of all this, like a special bonding experience. "This... feels weird... but... great... at the... same time..." She whinced, Yubin moving slowly, not wanting to hurt her. Yooyeon’s asshole squelched obscenely, small wet farts escaped around Yubin’s delicate arm. She giggled, "So dirty..." then pushed her arm deeper, making Yooyeon shriek. "AHHHH, too deep! Too deep!" Half of Yubin’s forearm inside now, another golden stream leaked out of the wrecked cunt above. Yubin can't resist, lunging forward, lips sealed right over her pisshole. Yooyeon squealed, "NGHHH!" while Yubin swallowed greedily, slowly pumping and twisting her fist. She breaks off, lips and chin drenched in urine, "Yummy! Always wanted to taste it." Yooyeon reached for her neck, pulling her in for a sloppy kiss, tasting her remnants on Yubin’s lips.

Jiyeon’s swollen flesh has retreated back inside her, hole still gaping, trickling juices. She climbs off from your chest, "Time for Yooyeon unnie to have some fun with this!" Giving your still rock solid cock a light slap, making it wobble. You hiss from the blunt touch, the sting oddly arousing. Jiyeon reaches you a hand, helping you up. Her own legs still wobbly, "You better make up for *killing* her, by fucking her senseless!" You nod obediently, "You bet I will!" Yubin was still working on Yooyeon’s asshole, her ring stretched taut around Yubin’s forearm. The puddle of squirt and piss underneath her ass was a sight to behold, absolute filth and you love every second of it! Jiyeon knelt beside the two, hand over the bulge caused by Yubin’s hand, "Alright unnie, your turn to get fucked silly!" Yooyeon already was lost in euphoria, Yubin was working her good. Yubin looked up at you, smiling wickedly, "Baby, ruin her ass for me, I want her to not be able to sit for days!" Her free hand reaches out, pulling you down on her level, lips crashing on yours. The faint taste of Yooyeon’s urine still lingers, mixed with Jiyeon’s and Yubin’s own taste. An explosion of flavors in your mouth, all unique to them. Yooyeon watched, eyes half lidded. "You're gonna regret killing me! Gonna finally drain that dick of yours, fill me up!" Your breath hitched, not sure if that was a threat. "Don't threaten me with a good time!" Your reply makes her grin, propping herself up on her elbows. Yubin slowly retreated her arm and fist from Yooyeon’s bowels, inch by inch more of her skin saw the light again. Completely covered in a sheen of Yooyeon’s natural anal lubricant, piss and other bodily fluids. Finally her fist popped free, a wet squelching sound followed by a small fart. "Naughty unnie..." Jiyeon's gaze flicked to Yubin’s glistening limb, licking her lips. Her tongue darts out, offering to clean off the remnants on Yubin’s arm. Yubin notices the hungry gaze and smirks, "Better be quick before I'll clean it myself!" Yubin’s own tongue takes a long drag along her forearm, tongue accumulating a thick layer of all kinds of juices, swallowing them all in one gulp. Jiyeon wastes no time and leans in, taking on Yubin’s small and delicate fingers. Starting with her thumb, tongue swirling around the digit, cleaning it of all it's residue. "Mhmmm..." she moans, then lets Yubin’s thumb pop out, smacking her lips. She goes finger by finger, occasionally their lips meet, sharing the delicious fluids.

You watched the two do their thing for a second, then Yooyeon cleared her throat, "Ahem... less watching, more fucking!" Her command snaps you right back to her, "My bad... they're... distracting." She scoffs and rolls her eyes, "pfft... first killing me and now also ignoring me..." Her legs were wide open, her asshole gaped and leaked, waiting to be stuffed again. "S...Sorry..." you apologize, "Stop with that bullshit, fuck me already, useless perv!" Her mean undertone flipped something in you. With a tight grip you grab her ankles, putting them together and lifting them high. Then press her legs down on her chest, her eyes wide through the small gap between her calves. "You wanna get fucked, huh? Well, let me ruin that shithole then!" Your cock already nudging at her opening, without much effort, you buried yourself to the base in her colon. Yooyeon’s eyes rolled back, with a faint moan and whisper, "finally..." you began slamming into her. Her ass left the floor the more you punded into her, putting more weight over her. "You like that, huh? Getting your ass pounded like that?" She moaned louder and nods, "Yes! I love it! Ruin my ass, fuuuuuuuck!" You can feel it, her climax was approaching, walls clamping down on your pistoning cock. "Oh? Gonna cum already?" unable to respond, you lift her ass up even more, driving deeper into her guts. Then with a scream, she broke, "FUCKKKKK!" Her legs spasmed, her pussy clenching on nothing. A hot gush of her juices squirted all over herself, drenched her skin in her own cum. You pound her through her orgasm, no slowing down. Her pussy gushed juices for what felt like a straight minute, legs shaking under your grip. "Look at you, all drenched in your cum..." She was a mess, a wet and whimpering mess. Your cock hammered her asshole hard, wet slaps of skin hitting skin accompanied the relentless pounding.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She screamed, eyes rolled back, mouth wide open and her tongue out. Jiyeon and Yubin watched the show, playing with each other. Jiyeon’s fist slid into Yubin’s rear, "AH FUCK!!!" The ear piercing scream of Yubin from the side didn't bother you though. Your only mission was to ruin Yooyeon, turn her guts inside out. "You like fucking my asshole, perv? Making me not be able to sit for days after, huh?" You just scoff, "Still got an attitude, huh? Tsk tsk tsk... someone shut her up!" You looked over at Yubin, she caught your gaze, nodding. She stopped Jiyeon, her fist popping out Yubin’s asshole, leaving it wide open. She crawled behind Yooyeon’s head, kneeling there. You two lock eyes again, letting go of Yooyeon’s ankles, letting them fall on her shoulders. Yubin looked down, smiling, then straddling her face, "Open wide, unnie!" Yooyeon’s eyes shot open, two open holes right above her. Yubin lowered herself, sitting down on Yooyeon’s face. Her tongue already out, lapping at her folds, nose poking into the gaping rear. "Mhmm..." she moans into Yubin’s pussy, then moving back to her asshole. Yooyeon’s hands gripped onto Yubin’s waist, pulling her down on herself, "So hungry... fuck." You plowed into Yooyeon with no relent, "Finally, silence..." you sigh, then catch a slap from Yooyeon on your arm. "Ohhh, still feisty!" You return the slap by giving her ass cheeks a couple firm slaps, leaving red handprints. Each slap made her whimper, muffled by Yubin’s pussy and ass. Yooyeon’s second orgasm was approaching, you could feel it again. Picking up the pace, changing the angle, driving even deeper. Yubin grinded her hips, chasing her own release, "Unnie, you're... gonna make... me.... cum..." You watched the love of your life nearing climax, smiling at her. She smiled back and cupped your chin, leaning forward to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Your lips break off, her body goes rigid as her orgasm ripped through her. Yubin moans right onto your lips, holding your neck for support. Yooyeon’s mouth didn't slow, she was swallowing every drop of squirt she could, tongue scooping out what couldn't on their own.

Yubin was left panting through the aftershocks of her orgasm, falling back and sitting behind Yooyeon’s drenched face. Yooyeon out of breath, completely wet, her own climax close. "Thanks, unnie." Yubin leaned forward, kissing Yooyeon’s forehead, tasting herself. Yooyeon wanted more than a *Thanks*, so she pulled her in for a kiss, wet and sloppy. In the middle of their make-out, her orgasm hit. Her moans were swallowed by Yubin’s eager mouth, legs shaking around your head, walls clamping down. Another hot surge of juices shot out of her cunt, with a thirsty pull back, your cock slides out of her asshole. Diving in on her spraying pussy, capturing her juices, swallowing them greedily. Her asshole throbbed and leaked it's own kind of juices right below. Your tongue wandered lower, exploring the cavernous opening. "Do it, unnie." Yubin whispered, with a knowing smile Yooyeon nodded. She started pushing, hands on her cheeks, spreading them apart. "NGHHH!" She whinced, a stream of piss escaping her urethra. Your eyes snap open at the warm golden surprise, closing your mouth over the leaking hole. "Oh my god... such a naughty boy." Below, her swollen ass meat slowly made it's way out, a wet squelching fart bubbling out alongside it. Once her stream of urine stopped, you backed off, lips glistening with her piss. Sitting back and taking in the sight of her pulsing rose of flesh, "Beautiful..." you whisper.

Yooyeon looked down at you, eyes half lidded, mouth open and breathing heavy. "Fuck... you... kept your... promise..." her head falls back into Yubin's lap, eyes closed. Yubin looks at you, a devious smile on her face. She mouths "me next." and winks, then leans down to pepper Yooyeon’s face with kisses. Your attention shifts back to Yooyeon’s exposed inner flesh, still pulsing and throbbing. Slowly grazing a finger over the soft tissue before leaning in and taking a lick over the red bud. Yooyeon’s breath hitched, body jolts, clearly sensitive. Suddenly Jiyeon pushed you aside with surprising strength, "MY TURN!" You catch yourself with one hand, almost slipping on the wet floor. "What the fuck, Jiye..." you stop in the middle of saying her name. The sight of her naked body, the arch of her back, the curve of her ass and her sweat, squirt and piss covered skin taking your words away. Jiyeon giggles with a full mouth, shaking her ass seductively. "You... mhmm... already... mmmh... had mine... mhm... earlier..." her left hand reached back, spreading her cheeks apart, pushing slightly. Your gaze snaps back to her now gaping hole, a small rosebud emerging reminding you of earlier. "Fuck..." you groan, watching it disappear back into her. Not able to resist, you lunge right at her holes, tongue inside her leaking pussy in an instant. Jiyeon moans, muffled by Yooyeon’s prolapse in her mouth.

Yubin, eager for her turn, moved beside you, wrapping her delicate fingers around your cock, stroking slowly. You groan into Jiyeon’s wet depths, her grip tight. Yubin leans in, her lips grazing your ear, "My turn, baby. Ruin my cute little butthole, don't hold back." Her voice low and sexy, making your dick twitch in her grip. "Let me make her cum first, then I'm all yours." Yubin nodded, still stroking your aching cock. Diving back into Jiyeon’s holes, three fingers in her pussy, tongue inside her loose asshole. "Fuck.... don't stop!" She moans, her arousal running down your arm, dripping to the floor. The base of your fingers turning creamy white, wet squelches fill the room with each stroke of your fingers. Her asshole swallows your tongue greedily, the swollen tissue pressing against your invading tongue. Jiyeon’s breathing turned ragged, so close to exploding. Her whole body shaking, back arching and leaning back into you, chasing more friction. Your fingers pump and curl, scratching that spot that makes her eyes roll back. "YES! YES! YESSSSSS!" Jiyeon screamed, her pussy clenching down on your digits, squirting like a broken fire hydrant. Your tongue getting pushed out by her protruding flesh, wet farts slipping as the rose grows. Jiyeon collapses forward, laying on Yooyeon’s stomach. Her legs and hip still twitching and bucking, riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her body shudders, then a stream of her delicious golden nectar trickles down her inner thighs. The fluid adding to the growing puddle beneath you all, "What a mess..." you murmur.

The last droplets of her release dribble out of her, letting out a long sigh. You give her right butt cheek a kiss, "Good girl." Then slapping the same spot. "NGHH!" Jiyeon yelps, back arching from the stinging pain. Yubin whispered into your ear, "Mhmm, look how well you make us cum, even making us piss ourselves..." her delicate hand pumps your shaft slowly, you groan and buck your hips, "...oh baby, how I'd wish we've crossed this line years ago... missed out on so much depravity, so many endless nights of just pure, unadulterated filthy sex..." her lips grazed your ear, her breath warm. Your turn to face her, capturing her soft lips in a searing kiss. Your tongues dancing in pure lust, all while her hand steadily pumps your rock hard cock. "Can't wait to do this again at your guys' marriage, but the wedding dress stays on! hehe." Yubin broke the kiss for a second, laughing at the thought. "I'll be standing there on the altar, all while my ass meat is hanging out under the dress, throbbing and pulsing." They both laugh, meanwhile you're shocked by her words. "Yubin... I'd love that! As absurd as it sounds, but that mental image... fuck..." Yubin smiled, cupping your face with her free hand. "Baby..." she whispers, engaging in another deep and sensual kiss. "Can I be the bridesmaid? I'll carry the rings in my ass, then push them out when you need them, Hah!" This time you break the kiss, and laugh hysterically. Yubin shakes her head, then smacks Jiyeon's ass. "Naughty slut..."

Your mouth has wandered to Yubin’s neck, kissing and nibbling on her skin. She moans softly when you suck on her pulse point, feeling her heartbeat rise. Her hand moved up and down your shaft in slow and tight movements, fingers coated in your pre-cum. Breaking off and leaving a red mark on her neck, you nibble at her earlobe next, whispering "Mhmm... Yubin, you're way too good at that." Into her ear. Yubin smiles, turning to face you, her eyes filled with lust. Her lips crash into yours again, all tongue and teeth. You push her onto her back, hands roaming over her sweat slicked body. "Fuck me... breed me, please." Her broken plea sent more blood into your cock. You catch her nipple in your mouth, sucking and flicking the hard nub. Yubin moans loudly, her fingers tangled in your hair. Your kiss your way lower, over her toned abs, then halt before her aching pussy. "So perfect... fuck." you whisper against her dripping folds, then take a long and slow drag of your tongue through her lips. "Oh fuck... Just like that, baby." Her grip on your hair gets stronger, keeping you in place. Your tongue digs into her wet core, her puffy lips parting open. A fresh gush of her arousal fills your mouth, sweet and salty. Her hips buck upwards, grinding on your face, chasing release. While one hand gropes her tits, your other sneaks in the cleft of her ass, probing at her puckered muscle. "Mhmm, yes... use both my holes, make me cum so hard!" One finger breaches past the tight ring, just as warm and wet as her pussy. You probe her inside walls, then add another finger, scissoring them and stretching her further. Yubin moans, "Don't stop... just a little more..." her voice broken, desperate. A third finger enters her anus, quiet airy noises squeezing past the gaps of her rim and your fingers with each movement.

Yooyeon and Jiyeon left you two alone, on wobbly feet they went to the bathroom. The shower turned on, water splashing on the tile floor as Jiyeon stepped in first. Rivulets running down her athletic body, washing off the filth. Yooyeon followed shortly after, visibly more exhausted. "Let me help you, unnie." Jiyeon grabbed the soft scrubber and soaked it in bodywash. Yooyeon sighed as the soft fabric scrubbed over her back, cleaning off the remnants of the filthy acts. Jiyeon carefully scrubbed over Yooyeon’s ass, her abused butthole still slightly agape, "C...Care...Careful..." she whispered. Jiyeon looked her into the eyes, nodding, slowly tracing the sensitive rim. Yooyeon whimpered, legs trembling. "Look at this ruined hole... still open." Jiyeon finished up cleaning her butt, giving her cheek a kiss. Yooyeon giggled, then turned around, looking down at Jiyeon, "M..Maybe... one more... round... heh." Jiyeon looked up at her, a wicked smile on her face, "So horny... but so am I..." Jiyeon leans in, her tongue dragging through Yooyeon’s swollen folds, "...this pussy is too delicious, fuck." Yooyeon moans faintly, her hand going down, laying on Jiyeon’s head. Fingers intertwined in her Jiyeon’s hair, holding her in place. "Fuck, Jiyeon... this feels so good." Yooyeon’s free hand made itself busy, groping her own tits, twisting and pulling on her hard nipples. Jiyeon’s tongue explored the wet cavern thoroughly, switching from penetrating her folds to sucking and flicking her clit. Jiyeon knew she was close, adding one, then two fingers into her dripping core. A loud moan echoed from the tile walls, "Don't stop... don't you dare... stop..." Jiyeon didn't, she curled her fingers up, scratching that spot that makes Yooyeon’s eyes roll back. "FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUCK! I'M CUMMING!" Yooyeon’s body went rigid, her walls clamping down on Jiyeon’s digits. A fresh gush of her girlcum sprayed directly into Jiyeon’s hungry mouth, she swallowed it greedily.

Back to the living room, where the sound of the shower running and the faint moans are just noises in the background. Your fingers still buried deep in Yubin’s rear, tongue digging through her delicious folds. "Oh baby..." Yubin’s grip in your hair gets tighter, her climax was nearing, "...I'm so close...don't stop!" Her back arched off the floor, mouth open and eyes closed. Your tongue and fingers worked overtime, flicking, sucking and pumping with increased intensity. Yubin's legs wrap around your head tight, her pussy and anus clenching down. With a high pitched scream, she came undone, "FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!" Her juices flooded your eager mouth like a dam that broke, you tried your best to swallow it all. Once her climax subsided and she laid flat again, you withdrew your fingers. A clear coat of her natural lubricant on your digits, without hesitation you took them into your mouth, tasting her once again. "Mhmmm... so delicious. I might be getting addicted to your flavors, babe." Yubin laughs, "Hah, you can taste me anytime, anywhere baby. But now, let us empty those balls of yours, yea?" Her foot taps against your raging boner, making it sway. You look down at your erection, then back at her with a wicked smile. Her other foot joins in, smearing the bead of pre-cum around your head with her her toe, then wrapping your length between her soles. You groan, "Always wanted to try this..." her feet move up and down your shaft. Her soles were soft, nails painted black, toes curled slightly. The way she looks at your cock slides between her feet, eyes half lidded, faint smirk on her lips. "Fuck... Yubin..." you moan, lost in her beauty.

Yooyeon & Jiyeon were finally done showering, drying themselves off and put their clothes back on. "Thank you, Jiyeon... for helping me clean up and..." Jiyeon chuckles, the taste of Yooyeon’s mind shattering orgasm still on her tongue. "Always! You probably would still be under the shower if I didn't help you... you were so exhausted." Yooyeon’s gaze lingers, then snaps away to look at herself in the mirror. While padding dry her hair, she looks down her body, "Yea... I was... I did want him to fuck me senseless, and he did!" Jiyeon looks at her back, down to her ass where her butthole still gaped open slightly. "He sure did, your hole is still open haha." Yooyeon turns her hips, trying to see the aftermath herself. One hand going down, spreading her cheek away to give her a better view. "I'm gonne be sore for days... worth it though!" Jiyeon laughs, giving Yooyeon’s a slap, "It was, every second of it, but now it's time to head out, it's late." Yooyeon nods, grabbing her clothes and slowly getting dressed. As they're done, Jiyeon unlocks the bathroom door. Thick fog slips through the gaps and enters the hallway. Before they leave, Jiyeon turns, "Shhh... try be quiet, let them have fun alone." Jiyeon whispered. Yooyeon nods, on tippy toes they sneak through the hallway. Once they reach the living room, they silently gasp at the sight of Yubin foot job skills. "Oh my god..." Yooyeon whispered through her fingers. Their steps silent on the wooden floor as they go past You & Yubin. Too lost in pleasure of her soles working your aching cock, and Yubin too concentrated keeping her feet steady, they go unnoticed. At the main door they stop for a second, "Fuck... that was hot." Yooyeon nods, "Yeaaaa... didn't know Yubin was into that." They left a goodbye message in the group chat:

>Ballerina: We'll head out now, see you tomorrow! Can't wait to do this again hehe.

>Ice Princess: Byeeee you two lovebirds!

Yours and Yubin’s phones vibrate on the coffee table, long forgotten. The only thing on your mind is her, Gong Yubin. "Mhmm, this is incredible." You groan, her feet clamping down on your shaft. "Yea? Do my soft feet feel good on your cock?" Her hand reaches out, cupping your jaw. She tilts her head and leans in, her plump lips crashing onto yours in a passionate kiss. Her feet stop for a moment, getting lost in embrace. You break the kiss, foreheads pressed together, "Should we take this to my bed? Be a lot more comfortable than this floor." The smirk on her face tells enough, her lips crash back onto yours, all tongue. You wrap your arms around her slim waist as you stand up, her legs wrapped around you. Carrying her to the bedroom, trying not to walk into furniture while your vision is blocked by her. Reaching the bedroom, you throw her onto the bed. Her body rocks up and down, her tits bounce, her hair sprawled out and legs spread wide. She beckons you in with her finger, "Come here, baby." Her other hand down between her legs, spreading her puffy lips apart. You lick your lips and dive in, jumping onto the bed. Your head right between her thighs, inhaling the scent of her sex. Her fingers trace through your hair as you lean down, licking a long stripe through her wet folds. Yubin throws her head back, eyes rolling up. "FUCK YES, BABE! Devour my pussy like it's your last meal!" Your tongue breaches past her lips, exploring her velvety insides, while your hand snakes up to her hole below. Your fingers probe at her puckered hole, circling the rim. "Stop teasing, put them in already!" You look up at her and push two fingers inside her anus, knuckle by knuckle they sink deeper. The way her face contorts made your cock throb, aching to be inside either of her holes.

Your fingers curl upwards, scratching her walls. Her pussy began to clamp down on your tongue, her climax was close. Redoubling your efforts, your mouth closed over her engorged clit, sucking and flicking the bundle of nerves with your tongue. Her breathing became more erratic, grinding her slit against your eager mouth. When adding a third finger into her stretched hole below, she finally shatters. "FUCK, IM CUMMING!" A flood of her cum fills your mouth and goes down your throat, your fingers in her ass continue to pump in and out, prolonging her orgasm. Gush after gush of her sweet nectar drenched your face and the sheets. Breaking off from her, a clear string of her aftermath connecting you to her still. "I love making you cum like this... drinking up all your juices." She laid flat, panting. Reaching out a hand to you and pulling you in for another kiss. She moans when tasting herself on your lips. She breaks the kiss, "Mhmm... I taste good, hehe." You laugh, continuing to kiss her face, neck and collarbones. Your aching cock hovering right above her core, while you take one of her nipples into your mouth. Her back arches of the bed, moaning loud. "Babe... I need you... I need you inside me!" Her pleas broken between moans. Looking down between yours and her body, you see your cock, ready to be used. Giving it a few slow pumps as your lips stay sealed around her nipple, you align yourself with her dripping cunt. "How bad do you want me inside? Tell me." Your leaking tip nudging at her entrance.

Yubin whines, "mhhhh don't tease meeee, baby. Please... just fuck me!" You smile wickedly, diving in and nibbling at her neck. Her head moves away, giving you more space. Sucking at her pulse point, leaving a red mark. Yubin moans "Mhmm..." her hips bucking, seeking friction on your cock. "Look at you, so desperate for my cock." While she starts to look annoyed, you lean down and capture her lips in another kiss. Her legs wrap around you, keeping you in place. You reach down to your cock and hold it, dragging your tip through her folds, even nudge it at her puckered butthole. Breaking the kiss, you stare her into the eyes. Slowly pushing into her heat, her mouth flies open and eyes close. "Fuuuuuuck..." she moans, her legs trapping you tighter. "Fuck, Yubin..." her tight walls squeezing your cock. You bottom out in her cunt, letting it rest. Her eyes open again, searching for yours. "I love you..." she whispers, you respond by pressing your lips against hers again, tongue exploring her warm mouth. At the same time your hips move back until only your tip is inside her. With a brutal snap, you push it all the way back in. Yubin gasps into your mouth, her firm tits bouncing from the push. "Harder..." she whispers against your lips, you gaze at her with renewed hunger. Your rhythm grows faster, driving into her deeper. Your tip nudging at the entrance to her womb, small spurts of her arousal spraying with every thrust in.

"Ahh... nghh... mhmm..." Yubin’s noises spur you on, fondling her full tits with one hand and sucking on her nipples. Her fingers tangled in your hair, not pushing, just holding. Her whimpers and moans get more and more ragged, her nails leaving red trails on your back. Releasing her nipple with a wet pop, "Yubin, I love you!" Your thrusts speed up, while her eyes search yours after the confession. Her hand cups your jaw, pulling you in for a deep and sensual kiss again. Your thrusts slow, getting too lost in the kiss. Your hand stays on her breast, squeezing the soft flesh, rolling and twisting her nipple. Her lips leave yours for a second, gasping for air. "Baby..." she sighs on your lips, her eyes staring right into yours. With a wicked smirk and surprising strength, she pushes you onto your back. You gasp, "Yubin..." as she kneels over you, still impaled by your cock. "Let me take control for a bit." looking down at you with a wicked smile. Your hands roam over her slim frame, along the curve of her hips and by the swell of her perfect sized tits. She grabs your hands, guiding them over her globes, intertwining her finger with yours. Yubin's hips begin to roll, your crotch drenched with her essence. "You're so sexy... so... perfect..." you moaned, squeezing her boobs firmly. She let go of your hands, reaching for your shoulders. Yours rest on her waist, digging into her soft skin. "We really... should've done... this... earlier... fuck..." she moaned, her hips rolling and rocking faster. You laugh, "Hah... better late than never, right?" Her eyes roll, head shakes a little. "Shut up and fill me up already, idiot." She leaned down, kissing you with hunger. While she's laying flat, her soft breasts press against your chest. Her kiss was sloppy, all tongue and spit. Your hands wander to her plump butt cheeks, grabbing hold of the soft flesh. She moaned into your open mouth, the leaning to the side "What are you waiting for, baby. Fuck a baby into me..." she whispered into your ear.

Yubin’s hips moved on their own, up and down, making use of your whole length. You groan, perplexed you ask, "ahh... aa... a baby? Are you serious?" She laughs, "No, silly. I'm on the pill, buuuuut maybe at some point..." with a gasp you capture her lips again, Yubin giggles happily. Your hands on her butt squeeze down, then spread them apart. "You're insane..." you murmur against her lips, "You love it though!" You roll your eyes, then angles your legs. "And you're gonna love this!" With a hard thrust up, you slam into her as she was going down. Yubin gasps loudly, "AHH fuck!" You repeat, hard thrust up, burying yourself to the hilt inside her. Another loud gasp, "Again..." she sighs. Your hips buck into her hard again, followed by another gasp. Her face snug in the crook of your neck, looking at your face. You keep up the rhythm, her gasps turned to soft whimpers. Yubin places soft kisses along your jaw and neck, "Don't.... stop... please..." You look down at her, eyes closed, mouth open. Her pussy spasming around your pounding cock, leaking copious amounts of juices. Clear strings of her arousal form between your and her crotch, wet squelches with every meeting of skin. Your hips blurred, then she went rigid, head threw back. "AHHHHHHHH FUCK!" She shrieked, a forceful jet of her creamy girlcum shot out around your shaft. Your thrusts slowed, drawing out her orgasm longer. Her hips buck as the last spurts sprayed, then went completely limp. Breath heavy and ragged, eyes half lidded. "I need to invest in hydrophobic sheets... holy fuck." Yubin snorts, giving your chest a soft slap. "You're... an idiot..." you chuckle, "Your idiot now, hehe"

You place a quick kiss on her forehead, then roll her onto her back, still sheathed deep inside her dripping core. "Woahhh!" Her soft tits bounced from the sudden movement, her eyes open wide, staring into yours. A smile full of mischief on your face, "You want a baby right here?" Your hand trailed over her toned stomach "Then let me put one in there!" Your other hand reached for her ankle, lifting her leg over your shoulder. "Oh fuck..." her back arched off the soaked mattress, the new angle giving deeper access. Your hips moved back, then slammed forward again. A soft whimper escapes her lips, boobs jiggling from the force. "Again.... harder...." Her trembling hand reached for your hand resting on her waist, intertwining her fingers with yours. A soft smile formed on her lips, but quickly dissolved back into being open, gasping for air as your thrusts continued. "I... love... you... fuck..." your thrusts fasten, chasing release. "I'm close..." you groan, giving her leg that's been resting on your shoulder a kiss. Her words of love spur you on, leaning forward and pressing her leg down onto her chest, her other leg wrapped around your waist. Placing a soft kiss on her lips, foreheads pressed together. Staring into each other souls, as you pound into her. Yubin's soft moans like music to your ears, accompanied by the wet squelches from down below. "I'm... I'm close... again..." her face changed, eyes rolled back in her head, mouth open and gasping for air. Your own climax was right around the corner as well, every thrust edging you further. You can feel her walls clamp down again, squeezing your pistoning cock. "Cum for me, baby!"

Like flipping a switch, she came undone. "AHHHHHH! NGHHHH! I'M CUMMING!" Her legs shook, her grip on your hand tighter. A thick gush of creamy squirt drenched you and the sheets further. "Fuck..." you groaned looking down at the mess she was making, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Then finally, with one last deep thrust, you erupt, flooding her depths with your semen. You moan into her open mouth, bucking your hips with every spurt. Her nails rack over your back, leaving red trails. One last deep breath and you unloaded everything into her, filling her completely, some of it leaking out around your shaft. "So... full... wow..." both of you out of breath, the bed a mess. "Maybe... I was a... little pent up... oops..." she chuckles, "A little? Hah!" Slowly you pull your softening cock out of her, leaving her pussy gaping open a bit. A thick drop of your essence bubbled out, making comedic fart noises. You watched transfixed, "wow... I pumped you so full..." Suddenly her whole body shivered, followed by a soft golden stream of pee. "Oh my god... I'm sorry!" Embarrassed she covered her leaking hole, "No no, it's okay... that's... fucking hot!" Yubin smiled, exposing herself again. "Plus, Yooyeon & Jiyeon have pissed themselves so much, im desensitized now, Hah!" You both laughed, then she reached down, scooping some of the leaking mixture of semen & urine up. Her hand moved back up to her mouth, taking her slimy and wet fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean individually. "Mhmm..." she moaned tasting your combined essence, then releasing her fingers with a wet pop, "...delicious!"

If you were the quiet academic king, Park Sohyun and Zhou Xinyu were the reigning queens of the school's social ecosystem. They were strikingly beautiful, fiercely intelligent in their own right, and entirely intimidating. They walked the halls with a synchronized, terrifying grace that parted crowds like the Red Sea.

And for reasons you initially couldn't fathom, they had made it their personal mission to ensure your high school life was anything but peaceful.

Sohyun’s heart would hammer violently against her ribs every single time she saw you. It wasn't a gentle flutter; it was a painful, frantic beat that made her feel physically ill. From her seat in the back of the classroom, she would watch the way you meticulously organized your notes.

To her, you were brilliant. You were flawless. And you were utterly terrifying. She would sit there, her hands gripping her pen so tightly her knuckles turned white, consumed by an overwhelming, suffocating sense of inadequacy.

If she were to walk up to you and tell you how her breath hitched every time you entered the room, she was convinced you would undoubtedly look at her with those calm, analytical eyes and reject her on the spot. The very thought of your rejection felt like a physical blow, a devastating public humiliation she couldn't survive.

So, instead of confessing, she built a fortress of hostility. She masked her crippling anxiety with biting sarcasm.

It was a Tuesday afternoon in the school library when Sohyun initiated her usual routine. The library was a cavernous space, smelling of old paper and dust, illuminated by shafts of golden afternoon sunlight.

You were sitting at your preferred corner table, deeply engrossed in a thick textbook regarding green logistics and sustainable supply chains. You were completely tuned out from the world around you, marking a page with a yellow highlighter.

Sohyun forced her trembling hands to steady as she marched over. She slammed her heavy history books down on the table directly across from you. The sound echoed like a gunshot in the quiet room.

You flinched slightly, your eyes slowly rising from the page to meet hers. You didn't say a word, just waited for the inevitable storm.

"Are you ever going to take a break, or is staring at a textbook the only personality trait you actually possess?" Sohyun asked. Her voice dripped with a rehearsed, venomous sweetness, though her heart was pounding so hard she thought you might hear it.

"I have a presentation for Kelompok 4 tomorrow," you replied calmly, your voice a smooth, steady baseline that completely contrasted her erratic energy. "I'm just reviewing the reverse logistics framework."

Sohyun scoffed, rolling her eyes to hide the fact that she was desperately trying to memorize the exact pitch of your voice. "Kelompok 4. Right. Because carrying eight other people on your back isn't enough of a tragic martyr complex for you."

"They do their part," you said softly, looking back down at your book. "It's a group effort."

"Oh, please," Sohyun mocked, leaning across the table and invading your personal space. She reached out and snatched the yellow highlighter right out of your fingers.

Her skin brushed yours for a fraction of a second, sending a violent jolt of electricity up her arm. She prayed to every deity she could think of that you didn't notice the way her breath hitched.

"I'll be confiscating this," she declared coldly, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. "You're ruining the curve for everyone else in the grade. Consider this an intervention."

You looked at your empty hand, then up at her. "Sohyun, I need that to color-code the operational flowcharts."

"Then you should have thought about that before you decided to be so obnoxiously perfect," she shot back, twirling the highlighter between her fingers.

Inside, Sohyun was screaming at herself. The guilt was a heavy, suffocating blanket. She wanted to hand the marker back, gently brush her fingers against yours again, and apologize for being so unbelievably cruel. She wanted to ask you to explain the flowcharts to her, just so she could sit beside you and listen.

Instead, she watched you silently, patiently pull a cheap, smudging ballpoint pen from your bag and resume your work. She tucked your highlighter into her bag like a stolen treasure, her heart aching with a toxic mix of love and profound self-loathing.

Xinyu operated differently, though her internal turmoil was identical. Where Sohyun used passive-aggressive disruption, Xinyu used overwhelming, confrontational presence. Xinyu was taller, with a sharp, piercing gaze that made most students step out of her way without a second thought.

But whenever she saw you, her commanding exterior threatened to shatter into a million fragile pieces. The fear of being a mere annoyance to you mutated into a desperate, aggressive defense mechanism. If she couldn't be your equal, she would be your obstacle.

Later that week, the cafeteria was a chaotic sea of shouting teenagers and clattering trays. Xinyu spotted you navigating the crowd, carrying your tray with a quiet, intense focus, trying to avoid the chaos.

Her heart did a painful flip in her chest. The urge to run up, link her arm through yours, and pull you to her table was almost overwhelming. Instead, she forced her expression into a hard, unforgiving glare and stepped directly into your trajectory.

"Whoa!" you gasped, stumbling backward as Xinyu intentionally bumped her shoulder sharply against yours.

You barely caught your tray, though your carton of strawberry milk toppled over, spilling slightly onto the plastic. The surrounding students gasped, the immediate vicinity falling into a tense, expectant hush.

"Watch where you're going," Xinyu spat, her voice echoing loudly, masking the severe tremor in her hands.

You looked up at her, your brow furrowing in confusion. "You stepped right into my path, Xinyu."

"Are you calling me a liar?" she demanded, taking a step closer, completely invading your space. She looked you up and down, forcing her lip to curl in feigned disgust. "Maybe if you weren't so distracted by how incredibly tragic your outfit is, you would know how to walk in a straight line."

You looked down at your slightly oversized, faded gray sweater. "It's just a sweater. It's comfortable."

"It's a crime against humanity," Xinyu fired back, her voice harsh, even as her mind screamed at her to stop. She thought you looked incredibly endearing. She wanted to bury her face in the soft fabric of that sweater.

"I'll keep that in mind," you said softly. You didn't yell. You didn't argue. You merely adjusted your grip on your tray, offered her a small, unreadable nod, and walked around her.

As soon as your back was turned, Xinyu felt the familiar, crushing weight of immense guilt crash down on her shoulders. It felt like she couldn't breathe.

"Why do you do that?" a voice whispered from behind her. Xinyu whipped around to see Sohyun standing there, looking just as miserable.

"I don't know," Xinyu whispered back, her voice cracking. "He looked right at me, Sohyun. I panicked. I just… I completely panicked."

"You spilled his milk," Sohyun muttered, looking at the retreating back of your sweater. "He loves that strawberry milk."

"I know!" Xinyu hissed, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. "I know I did. I'm a monster. He's going to hate me forever."

Watching this daily tragedy unfold from a completely different vantage point was Rami, a childhood friend of you and your older sister, Yooyeon. Rami was entirely detached from the school's social hierarchy, possessing a sharp, no-nonsense personality that cut through teenage drama with ease.

While visiting the school grounds one afternoon to drop off a forgotten textbook for you, she leaned against a set of blue metal lockers and observed the ecosystem of the hallway.

She saw you standing by a cork bulletin board. Within seconds, Xinyu was there, standing entirely too close to you, loudly criticizing the way your backpack was strapped. A few feet away, Sohyun was aggressively glaring at a younger freshman girl who had dared to wave at you.

Rami let out a long, heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose to stave off an incoming headache. The pathetic nature of it all was almost too much for her to bear.

She pushed off the lockers and walked right up to you, completely ignoring the immediate, territorial, hostile glares she received from both Sohyun and Xinyu.

"Here," Rami said, shoving the heavy textbook into your chest. "Yooyeon found it on the kitchen counter. Again."

"Thanks, Rami," you smiled, taking the book. "I owe you one."

Rami didn't smile back. She crossed her arms and glared over your shoulder at the two girls who were now pretending to examine the hinges of the lockers.

"Are you completely blind, or are you just a masochist?" Rami asked, not bothering to lower her voice.

You blinked, looking confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb over there," Rami said, jutting her chin toward Sohyun and Xinyu. "They are completely obsessed with you. It's actually painful to watch."

You glanced over your shoulder. Sohyun visibly flinched, and Xinyu suddenly found the floor tiles fascinating.

"They aren't obsessed with me, Rami," you said with a soft sigh. "They just enjoy making my life difficult. It's a game to them."

"It's not a game," Rami argued, grabbing your arm to pull your attention back to her. "Look at them. Really look at them. They act like rabid dogs because they're too scared to just wag their tails. You shouldn't put up with it."

"I don't mind," you replied calmly.

"You don't mind being bullied?" Rami raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think it's bullying," you corrected gently. "I think they're just… loud. They have a lot of energy."

"They're terrified of you," Rami stated bluntly. "And they're too stupid to realize that pushing you away is going to backfire permanently."

You didn't say anything to Rami's harsh assessment. You just looked back at the two girls. Sohyun was nervously chewing her bottom lip, and Xinyu looked like she was on the verge of a panic attack.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of your mouth, softening your features.

"I'll see you later, Rami," you said quietly, turning away and heading toward your next class.

The high school years dragged on this way, a continuous, exhausting, emotionally draining dance of harsh words, stolen glances, and a love so deeply buried under paralyzing fear that it threatened to suffocate all three of you.

The transition from the rigid, structured hallways of your high school to the sprawling, vibrant campus of the university didn't break the intense gravitational pull between the three of you. If anything, the expansive grounds of the Faculty of Business and Economics only provided Sohyun and Xinyu with a much larger stage to act out their agonizing, complicated dynamic.

You had enrolled as a Business Networking major, your academic life consumed by the intricate complexities of Operations Management, supply chains, and your overarching thesis on Green and Reverse Logistics. You were, as you had always been, at the very top of your cohort. Your mind was a brilliant, analytical engine, constantly reading systems, predicting outcomes, and understanding human operational behavior.

Because of this, you were anything but oblivious.

You knew exactly how Sohyun and Xinyu felt about you. You had known for years. You didn't need a dramatic confession under a cherry blossom tree to understand the truth; you saw it in the data of their everyday actions.

You noticed how Sohyun would aggressively critique the formatting of your proposals for the Dewan Perwakilan Mahasiswa (DPM), only to secretly email you a flawlessly edited version at two in the morning so you wouldn't stress over it. You noticed how Xinyu ruthlessly maneuvered her way into "Kelompok 4" for your massive MIS project, aggressively managing the schedules to ensure absolutely no other girls in the group had the opportunity to sit next to you during late-night study sessions.

Their fear of rejection was incredibly loud, masked by layers of biting sarcasm and confrontational glares. But their profound, overwhelming care for you was even louder, provided you knew how to listen for it. You were simply waiting. You were a patient man, willing to let them fight their internal battles until they were finally brave enough to drop the armor.

However, that delicate, frustrating stalemate was entirely shattered on a sweltering Thursday afternoon.

You were sitting at a shaded outdoor table near the faculty lounge, trying to escape the midday Surabaya heat. You had a stack of journals on sustainable supply chain models spread out before you, deeply engrossed in your research.

Suddenly, your focus was broken by a pair of cool, familiar hands slipping over your eyes from behind.

"Guess who, genius?" a playful, melodic voice chirped right next to your ear.

You couldn't help but smile, reaching up to gently pry the hands away. "You're supposed to be in Jakarta, Rami."

Rami let out a bright, ringing laugh, stepping around the table and immediately dropping into the empty chair right beside you. She was your childhood friend, practically a second sister, and she operated with a complete disregard for personal space when it came to you. She slung an arm casually around your shoulders, leaning her head against yours as she peered down at your dense academic papers.

"My classes got canceled for the rest of the week, so I took the first train down to bother you and Yooyeon," Rami said, reaching over to blatantly steal a sip from your iced coffee without asking. "God, I missed you. Have you been doing nothing but reading about recycled cardboard since I left?"

"It's reverse logistics, Rami, and it's important," you chuckled, gently nudging her shoulder. "It's good to see you."

Rami grinned, leaning in closer, her face mere inches from yours as she animatedly began telling you a story about her chaotic train ride. To any outside observer, the sheer physical comfort and easy intimacy between the two of you painted a very specific, very romantic picture.

And unfortunately for Sohyun and Xinyu, they were currently acting as outside observers.

About fifty feet away, partially concealed behind one of the large concrete pillars of the faculty building, the two reigning queens of the university's social ecosystem were currently experiencing a catastrophic, system-wide mental breakdown.

Sohyun’s heart was hammering so violently against her ribs that she felt physically nauseous. Her manicured nails were digging painfully into the rough concrete of the pillar as she stared at the scene unfolding at your table.

Who is she? Sohyun's internal monologue was shrieking in pure, unadulterated panic. Why is she sitting so close to him? Why is she touching his shoulder? He never lets anyone touch his shoulder! Why is he smiling at her like that? He never smiles like that when I'm around. I usually just get the polite nod. Oh my god, she's gorgeous. Is she his girlfriend? Did he get a girlfriend?

Beside her, Xinyu was vibrating with a terrifying mix of profound jealousy and sheer terror. Her sharp, imposing gaze was fixed entirely on Rami, mentally dissecting this sudden, beautiful threat to her entire world.

I will completely destroy her, Xinyu thought wildly, her breathing shallow and erratic. No, wait, I can't do that, Y/N would hate me. But look at them! She just drank from his cup! Indirect kiss! They just shared an indirect kiss right in the middle of the campus courtyard! This is a disaster. This is an absolute, code-red emergency.

"Sohyun," Xinyu hissed, her voice trembling as she grabbed her friend's arm in a vice grip. "We have to do something. Right now. We have to go over there."

"And do what?!" Sohyun hissed back, her eyes wide with panic. "What if they're dating, Xinyu? What if we walk over there and he introduces her as the love of his life? I will literally throw myself into the campus fountain and drown."

"If we don't go over there, she's going to steal him completely!" Xinyu argued desperately, logic completely abandoning her. "We can't just stand here and let some random girl take the only guy we've ever cared about because we're too cowardly to act. We have to intervene. We'll march over there, assert dominance, and… and demand his attention for a DPM project!"

"I'm not even in the DPM!" Sohyun pointed out frantically.

"It doesn't matter! Just follow my lead!"

Fueled by a volatile cocktail of pure adrenaline, territorial jealousy, and the terrifying realization that they might actually lose you, the two girls stepped out from behind the pillar. They marched across the courtyard toward your table, their heels clicking aggressively against the pavement, looking like they were preparing for a war.

But as the physical distance between you closed, the adrenaline rapidly began to evaporate, entirely replaced by their deeply ingrained, paralyzing fear of your judgment.

By the time they reached your table, they had completely run out of steam.

You looked up from Rami's animated story, your calm, analytical eyes landing on the two girls standing awkwardly by your table. You raised an eyebrow, waiting.

Sohyun opened her mouth, fully intending to say something witty and sharp to demand your attention. She meant to ask you a complex question about operations management. Instead, her brain entirely blue-screened under the weight of your gaze.

"We…" Sohyun started, her voice cracking embarrassingly. She felt the heat violently rush to her cheeks, turning her entire face a brilliant, glowing shade of crimson. "The… the cardboard. For the… things."

Xinyu internally screamed at her friend's complete failure and stepped forward to take charge. She pointed a finger at your table, but her hand was shaking so badly she quickly dropped it.

"Y/N," Xinyu stated loudly, trying to summon her usual commanding presence, but it came out sounding breathless and panicked. "We need to… we have to discuss the schedule for the… the breathing. I mean, the meeting. The DPM meeting about the… the green leaves. Logistics. Green logistics."

You blinked, leaning back in your chair. "The DPM meeting about green logistics isn't for another three weeks, Xinyu. And Sohyun, you aren't on that committee."

Xinyu's face went from pale to a deep, agonizing red in less than a second. Her sharp mind went completely blank. She had absolutely no idea what to say next. She just stood there, her mouth slightly open, completely flustered, radiating a chaotic, terrified energy. Sohyun looked like she was actively praying for a sinkhole to open up beneath the courtyard and swallow her whole.

Rami, who had stopped her story mid-sentence, was currently staring at Sohyun and Xinyu with an expression of pure, unfiltered bewilderment. She looked from the two blushing, stammering girls, to you, and then back to the girls.

Rami leaned closer to you, not bothering to lower her voice. "Y/N, who are these creeps? Are they stalking you? Because I will happily call campus security right now. They look like they're about to have a synchronized stroke."

Sohyun let out a tiny, mortified squeak, burying her burning face in her hands. Xinyu looked completely paralyzed, her eyes darting frantically between you and Rami, completely unable to defend herself against the accusation.

You let out a soft, warm chuckle, the sound instantly defusing the heavy tension in the air. You reached over, gently patting Rami's arm to calm her down.

"It's okay, Rami. Stand down," you said smoothly. You gestured toward the two petrified girls. "Rami, these are my classmates. Park Sohyun and Zhou Xinyu. They can be a little intense when it comes to academics, but they aren't stalkers."

You shifted your gaze to the two girls, your eyes softening. "Sohyun, Xinyu, this is Rami. She's my childhood friend. She basically grew up in my house alongside my older sister, Yooyeon."

The words childhood friend echoed in Sohyun and Xinyu's minds like a chorus of angels singing.

The profound, crushing weight of their jealousy vanished in an instant, leaving behind only the sheer, embarrassing reality of their current behavior. They weren't losing you to a beautiful stranger; they had just aggressively marched up to your closest family friend and completely made fools of themselves.

"Oh," Xinyu breathed out, the tension leaving her shoulders so fast she almost sagged. "Childhood friend. Right."

"Nice to meet you," Sohyun managed to squeak from behind her hands, still refusing to show her incredibly flushed face.

Rami narrowed her eyes, clearly not buying their sudden, awkward submissiveness, but she leaned back in her chair. "Right. Well. Nice to meet you too, I guess."

You looked at the two girls standing awkwardly in the heat, clearly miserable and entirely unsure of what to do next. They looked like they wanted to bolt, to run away and hide from the immense embarrassment of the situation. But you weren't going to let them run away this time. It was time to break the cycle.

"Actually," you started, closing your textbook and neatly stacking your journals. "Rami and I were just about to head off campus to get some lunch. I know a quiet spot that serves incredible seafood just a few blocks from here. Why don't you two join us?"

Sohyun finally lowered her hands, staring at you in utter disbelief. "You… you want us to come with you?"

"I don't think we can," Xinyu added quickly, her defensive instincts kicking in to protect her from this incredibly vulnerable situation. "We don't want to intrude on your reunion. Plus, I'm sure you have… things to catch up on."

"It's not an intrusion," you replied firmly, offering them a small, encouraging smile. "I'm inviting you. I'd like it if you came. Both of you."

Sohyun and Xinyu exchanged a wide-eyed, panicked glance. You had never explicitly invited them to do anything outside of mandatory group projects. This was unprecedented territory. But the gentle, genuine warmth in your eyes was a magnetic force they simply couldn't resist.

"Okay," Sohyun whispered softly. "We'd like that."

Twenty minutes later, the four of you were seated in a cool, dimly lit restaurant known for its phenomenal grilled fish and spicy sambal. The air conditioning was a welcome relief from the Surabaya heat, but the atmosphere at the table was incredibly thick with awkward tension.

You and Rami sat on one side of the booth, while Sohyun and Xinyu sat stiffly on the opposite side, keeping a perfectly measured six inches of space between them. They both looked like they were bracing for an execution rather than waiting for an appetizer.

Rami was thoroughly enjoying the situation. She methodically peeled a shrimp, chewing it slowly as she locked her sharp gaze on the two girls across from her.

"So," Rami started, wiping her fingers on a napkin. "Let me get this straight. You two saw Y/N sitting with a girl you didn't recognize, and your immediate instinct was to sprint across the courtyard, completely red in the face, to aggressively demand to talk about… cardboard?"

Sohyun closed her eyes, letting out a pained sigh. "Please, just let me die in peace."

Xinyu crossed her arms, her defensive walls instinctively snapping back into place. "We had a legitimate academic inquiry. Y/N is a vital part of our group projects. His focus is important."

"Right. Very convincing," Rami scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You know, for two people who supposedly just care about his grades, you both looked like you were ready to commit murder when you saw me touching his arm. It's honestly hilarious."

"Rami," you warned gently, placing a hand over hers on the table. "That's enough. Be nice."

Rami sighed, leaning back against the booth. "I'm just saying, Y/N. They act like absolute terrors. I've heard the stories from Yooyeon. They steal your stuff, they insult your clothes, they completely monopolize your time… and then they stand in a courtyard looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars. It's exhausting just watching it."

The table plunged into a heavy, suffocating silence.

Sohyun stared down at her untouched glass of iced tea, the condensation pooling at the base. Xinyu's jaw was clenched so tight a muscle ticked in her cheek. Rami had just taken a sledgehammer to the very fragile glass house they had been hiding in for years.

You looked at them, seeing the very real, very raw distress in their eyes. They were cornered.

"Rami is very blunt," you said softly, breaking the silence. You kept your voice low, steady, and entirely free of judgment. "She doesn't mean to be cruel. But… she isn't entirely wrong."

Sohyun and Xinyu both snapped their heads up to look at you, panic flaring in their eyes.

"I know I haven't said anything about it," you continued, leaning forward slightly, resting your forearms on the table. "But I'm not blind to the way things have been between us. The teasing, the arguments, the hostility. It's been going on since high school."

"Y/N, we—" Xinyu started, her voice panicked, but you gently raised a hand to pause her.

"I've always known it wasn't because you actually hated me," you said, your eyes moving between them, making sure they understood the absolute sincerity in your words. "I've always known there was a different reason behind it. I just… I didn't want to push you until you were ready."

Sohyun’s lower lip trembled. She reached down, her fingers nervously twisting the fabric of her skirt under the table. The fear of rejection was screaming at her to stand up, to make a sarcastic comment, and walk out of the restaurant.

But then she looked at you. She looked at the immense patience in your eyes, the quiet strength that had drawn her to you in the first place. You weren't attacking them. You were offering them a bridge.

Sohyun took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing herself to maintain eye contact with you.

"I'm sorry," Sohyun whispered, her voice cracking under the emotional weight of the words. "I am so, incredibly sorry, Y/N."

You tilted your head slightly. "For what, Sohyun?"

"For being so awful to you," she confessed, a single tear escaping and sliding down her cheek. She didn't bother to wipe it away. "For stealing your things. For saying cruel things about your studying. I was just… I was so intimidated by you. You were always so perfect, so brilliant, and I felt so small compared to you. I didn't know how to talk to you like a normal person. I was terrified that if I was just nice to you, you would see right through me and realize I wasn't good enough. So I acted like a monster to protect myself. And it was stupid. And it was mean. And I'm sorry."

The absolute vulnerability in Sohyun's confession hung in the air, raw and undeniable.

Xinyu swallowed hard, her throat thick with emotion. Seeing her friend break down her walls gave her the final push she needed to shatter her own.

"She's right," Xinyu said, her voice unusually soft, stripped entirely of its commanding edge. She looked at you, her sharp eyes swimming with unshed tears. "I'm sorry, too. For everything. For bumping into you in the halls, for insulting your clothes, for being so impossibly demanding during our projects. I used my anger because I was too cowardly to use anything else."

Xinyu reached out, tentatively resting her hand on the edge of the table, just inches from yours. "I didn't hate you, Y/N. I have never hated you. I just… I didn't know how to handle the fact that I cared so much about what you thought of me. And seeing you with Rami today… seeing how easy it was for her to just sit next to you and make you smile… it made me realize how much time I've wasted being angry instead of just being honest."

You looked at the two women sitting across from you. The masks were gone. The hostility had completely evaporated. They were terrified, yes, but they were finally, beautifully honest.

You reached across the table, your large hand covering Xinyu's trembling fingers, while your other hand reached out to gently grasp Sohyun's hand where it rested near her glass.

They both gasped softly at the physical contact, their eyes snapping to yours.

"Thank you," you said, your voice a warm, comforting rumble that sent a wave of profound relief crashing over them both. "It takes a lot of courage to say that. I accept your apologies. Both of them."

Sohyun let out a wet, breathless laugh, squeezing your fingers tightly. "You're not mad? You're not going to tell us to leave?"

"I invited you to lunch, didn't I?" you smiled, your thumbs gently rubbing against their knuckles. "I don't hold grudges. I just wanted us to finally be able to sit at a table together without someone threatening to confiscate my highlighters or rewrite my flowcharts."

Xinyu let out a small, self-deprecating chuckle, wiping at her eyes with her free hand. "I can't promise I won't still critique your flowcharts. They really can be quite messy."

"I'll take the constructive criticism over the yelling any day," you replied smoothly.

Rami, who had been sitting quietly watching the entire exchange, finally let out a loud, dramatic sigh, picking up her chopsticks again.

"Well, thank God that's over," Rami muttered, though there was a distinct, approving smile playing on her lips. "I thought I was going to have to physically shake the truth out of you two. Now that we've established that you aren't actually rabid stalkers and just emotionally stunted idiots, can we please eat? I'm starving."

The heavy, suffocating tension that had defined your relationship for years finally broke, shattering into a million pieces.

Sohyun and Xinyu didn't immediately confess their undying, romantic love. The fear of that final, ultimate rejection was still a small, lingering shadow in the back of their minds. But the massive, impenetrable wall of hostility was entirely gone.

As the waiter brought out the plates of fragrant, steaming food, the atmosphere at the table shifted into something completely new.

For the first time in your lives, you sat together not as a target and his tormentors, but as friends. Sohyun cautiously asked Rami about her life in Jakarta, genuinely engaging in the conversation without a hint of sarcasm. Xinyu, while still maintaining her confident posture, asked you a genuine question about your thesis, actively listening to your response without preparing an insult to tear it down.

You sat there, surrounded by the lively chatter, feeling a profound sense of peace settle over you.

It was just a meal. It was just an apology. But as you caught Xinyu's eye across the table, watching her offer you a small, completely genuine smile, and felt Sohyun 'accidentally' brush her knee against yours under the table without pulling away in panic, you knew everything had changed.

——

“I heard she was sick during the exam week. It’s why she didn’t get top spot.”

“Really? I heard she’s already taking college classes. Her parents think it’s time she gets a challenging education. I mean it makes sense. She would be first if it wasn’t for that.”

You snap your pencil at that. Everyone looks at her and fawns over her and—

“Is the VP of the student council here?”

You’re taken out of your thoughts by a member of staff that helps run the student council with Yooyeon. Another thing she’s taken from you.

She sees you before you’re able to respond and walks briskly to your desk, dropping budgeting reports, applications, newsletters onto your worksheets. “Could you go over these with Yooyeon when you have the chance? Preferably today. Thanks,” she says as she leaves the classroom, not giving you time to reply.

You sigh before placing them inside your bag, already dreading the impromptu meeting.

——

Turns out she never made it to school. An hour on transportation lands you outside her apartment door. You knock on the door and ring the doorbell and when it finally opens you’re greeted by her mom.

“Oh! What are you doing here?” She says in that surprised tone you remember hearing when you were younger. You haven’t seen her in a long time and yet she’s still the same as she’s always been. You should visit more often, if it wasn’t for the fact she was the mother of your nemesis.

“Hi auntie, just came to talk to Yooyeon about something. School related. Is she here?” You reply, keeping it brief. The sooner you get these to her, the sooner you can get away from enemy territory.

“She’s at the convenience store right now. Come on in!” She ushers you inside before you could reply, directing you to Yooyeon’s room before leaving to prepare snacks.

You stand there awkwardly, unsure where to look or what to do. You expect her room to be filled with notes from various subjects, old cup noodles from studying sessions and books strewn across the room. Instead… it’s nice. In a way that if you were to guess the personality of someone based on their room, your first thought wouldn’t be number 1 at school. Books are neatly arranged on shelves, bed made as if no one’s slept on it, and fairy lights hanging around the room. Her scent is potent and surrounding you as if it doesn’t want to let you go, dizzying you.

You take the council files out of your bag, move swiftly to her desk and place it there. The computer suddenly comes to life, the mouse moving after placing the documents and on the screen you see something… unexpected. Something so different from the Yooyeon you know, something if certain people found out, would definitely be disappointed in. Something—

“What are you doing?”

Startled, you jump back, accidentally hitting the space bar and playing the video. An audition tape. Of Yooyeon introducing herself, moving close to the camera to play a song she begins dancing too. It’s… not great but you see her passion in the moves. Your chest tightens watching the tape, not recognising the Yooyeon you see on the screen. You lean closer to the monitor—

“HEY!”

It takes a moment before you can acknowledge anything— your brain still trying to process what you saw on the monitor. Yooyeon swiftly moves to the computer, pausing the tape and stares at you with fury in her eyes.

You take a proper look at her now. An oversized grey hoodie engulfs her small frame, the hood is up casting a shadow over her eyes. Her face is bare but even you have to admit she’s still beautiful. You figure she’s not the school’s goddess for no reason.

For a brief moment, you’re captivated by this version of her, your cheeks warming. This version isn’t the one that wears her uniform immaculately, isn’t the one that is surrounded by people who want something, isn’t the one that is paraded around by the school faculty. This version of Yooyeon looks tired of being the poster child, the perfectionist everyone expects her to be.

“You’re auditioning?” The question comes out of your mouth before you register what you’ve done. It’s obvious what she was doing. You didn’t need to ask; the way she narrows her eyes makes it clear this was supposed to be a secret.

“Yes I am”, she mutters under her breath. She doesn’t say anything more than that, not that you expect anymore. She doesn’t owe you an explanation. But something about her quick sentence and the tone she used irritated you.

You know about the expectations placed on her by her parents, how she’s supposed to go to university, how she’s supposed to follow in her parents footsteps and become a doctor or something medical related. You know from your parents that her parents are strict, that they have the next 20 years of her life planned out. And from the constant praise and the lack of outcry from Yooyeon herself, you expected her to follow that plan. The fact she has an audition tape catches you completely off guard.

You look at the door and then at Yooyeon, a plan formulating in your mind. You know it’s petty but you want to make her suffer and there’s only one way to do that. “AUNTIE!”, you move towards her bedroom door ready to spill the news except a hand flies over your mouth and legs are wrapped around your torso. You’re wearing a Yooyeon sized backpack and this backpack is pulling you away from the door and back to the centre of the room. She’s freakishly strong or you’re embarrassingly weak because she’s got you stuck unable to move at all.

“Is everything okay in there?”, her mother asks from behind the closed door.

“Everything’s fine! Don’t worry!”, she replies in return, her grip on you still as tight as ever preventing you from escaping her grasp. At some point you give up trying to remove her and instead focus on not dropping her. You feel her breath tickling your ear, her perfume—soft and sweet—surrounds you until she is all you can smell. Her grip tightens around your shoulders, her body pressed firmly against yours, and your head goes all fuzzy from all the contact. This isn’t a situation you’ve been in before and you wish you could share this with anyone besides Yooyeon, your rival. (You had to remind yourself what your relationship with her is)

Once her mother’s footsteps retreat back to the kitchen, Yooyeon leans into your ear whispering, “I’m letting you go now. Don’t do anything stupid.” You move a couple steps away once she climbs off. Your face still red from her close proximity and heartbeat racing. You breathe in deeply in an attempt to lower your heart rate. It doesn’t work.

“Listen. You can’t tell anyone about this, especially my parents. They would freak out.”

“Why should I help you? Keeping this a secret doesn’t benefit me at all.” You reply.

You watch her sigh loudly, her composure replaced by frustration and annoyance. Her eyes scan your face, looking for anything in your expression that she could use.

“What do you want?” She asks, gritting her teeth. She hates this. This predicament she finds herself in, that she needs to rely on someone to keep a secret. And you? You could leave, promise to keep it a secret and never interact with her again. But you remember the rankings, the stolen presidency on the school council, how she seems to be better than you in everything. You’re not going to make it easy for her. Definitely not.

“Well—“

——

The next time you see her was in the school’s library, sitting at a table in the middle, far from other students (as the number one student, the faculty made sure no one would bother her during study sessions).

You scan the place, looking for a table to study at to no avail. The only seat left was at Yooyeon’s table. Normally you wouldn’t entertain being near her. You could leave and study someplace else but she’s alone right now and the dirt you have has made you confident. She wouldn’t kick you off her table. Right?

You approach opposite of where she’s sat, placing your bag to an adjacent chair and sitting across from her. She pauses her writing, glances up at you for a second before returning to her study material.

“I have a question.”

“What?” She doesn’t glance at you, focused on the paper in front of her.

“Why do you want to be an idol?” You whisper.

“Because I want to.”

“But why?”

“Why are you so interested?”

“Don’t your parents have a 20 year plan for you or something?” She doesn’t reply. You saw her shoulders tense the moment you asked the question, how she’s suddenly more interested in the paper in front of her. Any normal person would drop this, change the subject. Not you though.

“Come on, answer the question. Or would you prefer if I— OW!” You shout, causing nearby students to turn to your direction. You glare at Yooyeon, still focused on the paper, whilst you lean down and soothe your shin. You can’t believe she just kicked you. And it really fucking hurts too.

The librarian comes over and shushes you, apparently you’re the only one at fault here. You glance over at Yooyeon and see the corners of her mouth raise gently. You narrow your eyes at her, ignoring the sudden tightening in your chest. You lean closer, “Look, if you want me to keep it a secret, give me an answer.”

She loses her smile at that and suddenly, you have the urge to bring it right back. “You know the answer already. I’ve done everything for my parents. I just wanted something for myself,” she mumbles softly.

The words sit between you.

A look of confusion lands on your face. She has everything; the scores, the popularity, the acknowledgement that you desperately crave and she wants to throw it all away to be an idol?

You look at her, really look at her. You see her knuckles whiten as she tightens her grip on the pen, her breathing now measured and her face devoid of any emotion. You remember how she tensed up when you spoke about her parents, how she lost her smile around this topic. She’s gone back into her shell.

You know this feeling; of wanting something that feels out of reach, something that you only wish you can have but are too afraid to put it into action so you stay in your lane because that’s where you’re safe from failure.

You remember that version of her in her room, that sudden burst of energy trying to prevent you from spilling her secret and her passion through her dancing on the audition tape. You want to see that version of her again, not the one you see in front of you.

“I’ll help you.”

She freezes at your words and whips her head up to look at you. Her eyes bore into yours, looking for any deceit in your expression. “What?”

“I said I’ll help you. I’ll keep it a secret from your parents and cover for you.”

Yooyeon keeps staring at you, as if still processing what you’ve said. Your cheeks slowly turn red from the attention you’re receiving. You never noticed how beautiful her eyes are; dark and deep with emotion. You could get lost in them if you let yourself. You snap yourself out of it, coughing and looking away before your cheeks get any more warmer than they already are.

The librarian returns, admonishing you, giving you one last chance or she’ll kick you out of the library. You didn’t listen to what she was saying, focusing on keeping your heart rate in check. Once your heart rate was at an acceptable level, you turn to face her again.

“Why?” She whispers.

Your throat tightens. You wished she didn’t ask you this. You look down at the table, tracing the graffiti found on it hoping it gives you an answer.

Why?

Because I liked seeing that version of you.

“Why else? So I can make the number one spot mine,” you mumble quickly. “If my rival is focused on launching her idol career, I can—“

“I never thought of you as my rival.” She interrupts evenly.

You blink, not sure if you properly heard her. Not your rival? What was the point of all the late night study sessions, comparing your rankings? She didn’t even notice you. Your heart beats faster, whether from fury or embarrassment you couldn’t tell. You wanted to argue against that, to show that you two were in fact rivals in all but name.

You cleared your throat loudly, ready to refute but the librarian arrives before you can utter another word. You were too loud for a final time and are now being kicked out of the library. As you exit the library, your phone vibrates, a message from Yooyeon:

Thank you.

Just those two words and your chest feels a lot lighter.

Annoyingly so.

——

Yooyeon: What’s taking you so long?

You: Sorry. Got held up at the convenience store. 5 mins.

You send the text before putting your phone away, your other hand gripping tightly onto your backpack strap, knuckles turning white. You wait impatiently for the crosswalk light to turn green before running to the local dance studio.

A couple of months have passed since that day in the library and whatever this thing is between you has become steady.

Yooyeon: Did you even consider the answer structure I sent you?

You: All the points are in there. Why do I need to structure my answer if it just means more writing

Yooyeon: I got two extra marks than you.

You: WHAT?! WHY?!

Yooyeon: Because I structured my answer.

Gone were the days of one word replies. Now your chats are filled with shared schedules, studying tips, conversations about answer structures and the occasional painfully unfunny meme that neither of you understood but decided to share anyway.

Studying together becomes routine. Every Tuesday, you claim the same table at the library and clutter it with notes, pens and highlighters. At some point, you moved from sitting across from her to sitting beside her (sharing notes is easier this way). She corrects your answer structure and you test her on key topics until both of you burn out.

When the new rankings came out, the pair of you stared at the board. She reclaimed her top spot. It hurts but the feeling is fainter than before.

“You owe me lunch.”

“Why?”

“Because I let you take that place back.”

You walked off before she had time to refute.

——

You push the door hard, slamming it against the wall, hands on your knees panting before walking to the back of the room and removing your backpack.

“You’re late.”

“Only by a minute,” you say through plenty of deep breaths.

She’s staring at you pointedly, her eyes demanding an explanation, arms crossed and her right foot slightly tapping to the beat of the background music in the studio.

“Because I went to grab this,” you unzip your backpack to show her a roll of gimbap and an iced tea. “I bet you haven’t eaten since you got here huh?”

Her gaze softens at you and you feel the butterflies in your stomach again. She walks over, turns and presses her back against the wall before sliding down to sit beside you.

“Thank you,” she mutters softly as she reaches out for the food still in your hand, unwrapping it before taking a piece. She slides the roll of gimbap on the floor so that it sits between you both. You steal a glance at her but she isn’t looking your way. You grab a piece before staring in the same direction she is. The silence didn’t feel awkward like before. Instead, it feels… heavy. Like tension waiting to break.

You cough, trying to break the tension. “So… what’s the plan today?”

Yooyeon swallows roughly, like she wasn’t ready for the question. You unscrew the cap and pass the bottle of iced tea before she starts choking.

“Well… I want to get the dance routine down before we tape it. Everything’s good… just this particular part I don’t get.”

“Alright, sounds good. Let me know when you want to start recording.” You grab the camera and tripod from your backpack, setting it up in front of the mirror facing her. You make the necessary adjustments, ensuring she’s in frame and in focus. Before moving to the side, you catch a glimpse of her in the camera, stretching. Her t-shirt rides up, exposing her stomach. It’s suddenly too warm in the studio. You adjust a tripod that no longer needs adjusting.

Five minutes into a video about differentiation and integration from a well-renowned teacher, you hear grunts and growls of annoyance from Yooyeon. Pulling out your earphones, you look up to see her beautiful face marred by lines of frustration. You ignore that though immediately as you stand up and move towards her.

“Everything okay?”

“I just… I just can’t seem to get this move right.”

You watch the video with her, trying to ignore the sound of her heavy breathing beside you. The move itself looked easy from your novice eyes. “Show me.”

She glances at you then returns her attention to her phone screen. “Do you even know how to dance?”

“No. But I can tell you where you’re going wrong. Now show me,” you insist.

You play the video and almost immediately see where she’s going wrong. “You’re doing it wrong here.”

You walk towards her, replaying the dance on the phone. “Look. You’re moving too early here and…” you stand slightly behind her. “You’re rotating too early. The power comes from here—”

Without thinking, you place your hand on her shoulders. She stills at your contact. You don’t.

“Don’t lead with your arms. Let your core pull you first.” Your hands shift lower—just slightly—to her waist, guiding her turn. “There. Try it.”

She inhales sharply. You pretend you don’t notice, pretend you don’t feel her warmth.

You start the music again. “Three, two, one—pivot.” She turns, your hands steady at her waist guiding her through it, the movement becomes a lot cleaner and she moves a lot closer to you.

Too close.

Her back is pressed against your chest, your hands still holding her waist.

“See?” You whisper softly. “You had it.”

She doesn’t move away. Instead, she stares at the reflection in the mirror, her eyes finding yours in the glass.

Something shifts.

It takes a moment before the position she finds herself in dawns on her face. “Again,” she says abruptly.

“What—“

Yooyeon begins to pivot, catching you off guard and in the process, trips over your foot.

A gasp escapes from both of you, a tangle of limbs and a soft thud echoes in the studio. You both fall to the ground—you on top of her. One hand still on her waist, now even more exposed with her T-shirt riding up. The other cradles the back of her head, cushioning the fall. One of her hands is braced against the floor beside her, the other is splayed against your chest.

Silence.

The music still plays in the background.

Neither of you move.

You can feel her breathing. Fast.

Your heart is beating so loudly you’re sure she can feel it.

“You—“ she starts.

“I wasn’t—“

You both stop.

Her face is just inches away, you can see a dusting of pink spread across her cheeks. You’re so close that one small move—

A phone rings, breaking the spell. Her phone.

She pushes you off her and scrambles to her phone.

“Hey mom…”

You don’t listen to her conversation, your mind still reeling on what just happened.

“I have to go,” she declares.

Before you can say another word, she grabs her bags and walks out the studio briskly. You stare at her retreating form before lying back down on the floor, trying to calm your beating heart.

After a couple of minutes, you push yourself up to check the camera.

The red light blinks.

It recorded everything.

——

You’re early for your study session with Yooyeon, notebooks, textbooks and pencil already on the table before you see her arrive. You haven’t spoken since the incident at the dance studio and not for a lack of trying. Plenty of times you find yourself typing out a text only to delete it and throw your phone far away from you.

She stands at the head of the table for a good while before you turn to face her. Almost immediately after locking eyes, she turns away, head down and sat down on the other side of the table.

There’s a clear divide between you two, one you didn’t want to dwell on. You attempt to focus on your studies, head buried in a chemistry textbook about bonds between atoms yet you can’t seem to absorb any information on the page, finding yourself reading the same passage three, four, five times.

Your mind wanders. Back to the studio, back to the recording. You never deleted it, instead kept it safe on your computer back home. You don’t know why you decided to keep it, you can’t even force yourself to watch it.

You’re brought back to reality when you hear a faint knocking on the table.

“Do you have the answer sheet from the English exam a couple of weeks ago?”

“Uh… yeah,” you mutter before rummaging through your bag to look for it.

Once you found it, you hand it over to her, only to freeze. Your hands gently touch. Yooyeon startles at this, staring into your eyes when you glance up to her face. Both of your eyes move to the point of contact before you both quickly retract your hands and look away.

Knowing her, she would forget about the answer sheet and focus on something else and you were right, with how she refuses to look up from her paper. You slide the answers over until she sees it in her peripheral. She discreetly glances at you but you’re already looking into your textbook, reading the same passage for the sixth time.

After ten minutes of nothing, you got up, grabbed your water bottle and headed for the water fountain outside the library. You figured some fresh air would do some good. You notice a minute later that Yooyeon decided to join you, her own water bottle in hand. You subconsciously slow down to allow her to catch up.

The walk to the water fountain felt longer than it usually is, the silence between you stretching as the awkwardness, and your anxiety, grows. You need to break the tension before either of you decide that going back to your previous relationship was better than this.

“I’m sorry—“

“I didn’t—“

You both pause mid-step, turning to each other.

“About last—“

“The step—“

You both cut yourself off. Her cheeks gain a slightly pink tint whilst your ears start to go red. You stare at each other for a while; you notice her grip on her water bottle has tightened with how white her knuckles were, how her other hand has started pinching the back of her left hand.

Your mind won’t stop circling back to the dance studio.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear her laugh; an awkward, slightly forced laugh.

“We’re both being stupid, aren’t we?” She says.

“Y-yeah,” you reply, hand going to the back of your neck.

Both of you continue the walk to the water fountain in step, still in silence yet considerably less heavy.

“How is the studying going?” She asks. You’ve reached the water fountain, already filling the bottle.

“Terrible. Haven’t been able to concentrate,” you don’t tell her the reason, she knows why. You extend your hand out towards her as you finish filling your bottle. She hesitates for a second before giving you her bottle to fill.

“Me too,” she replies soon after.

You hand her water bottle back, fingers briefly touching each other but instead of a quick pull back, she allows her fingers to linger there.

“How about we forget about studying today? Maybe grab something to eat?”

She looks up at you briefly, her eyes scanning your face before relief washes over her. “Sure.”

You both head back to the library, close enough to brush shoulders and feeling lighter than ever since the dance studio.

“Can I keep the answer sheet for a week?”

“Hmm? Oh the English answer sheet? Sure.”

——

“Get that one. Oh and get that one too. It’s a 1+1 deal.”

You exhale tiredly as you grab the gimbap, drinks and eggs before adding them to the basket already containing ramyeon. “Is there anything else you want?” You ask, making your way to the register.

“Nope,” she says happily, walking alongside you. The weather is a lot colder now than before. You can tell by how Yooyeon covers herself tightly in a coat that dwarves her frame. You see a woolly hat as you walk down an aisle and decide to grab it before she notices.

After paying, you find her on a table by the window, ramyeon warm and ready for you.

You sit down next to her. The food smells delicious but you wait before eating; you don’t want to burn yourself after all. You stare out the window, all foggy because of the contrasting temperatures from the outside and here. Snowflakes have begun to fall gently, though it’s difficult to see with the fluorescent lighting from the store, coating the ground white.

It’s quiet, it’s peaceful, you feel like you can stay in this moment forever. Until Yooyeon disturbs your thoughts, inhaling her food loudly. You turn to face her, incredulous. She’s never done this in front of you, eating as if this were her first meal in a long time. You watch her eat, watch how her face moves closer to the ramyeon, watch the mess she makes on her side of table, on her coat and her face.

You can’t help but smile.

She pauses when she notices you haven’t started eating yet. “What?” She asks, mouth still full.

“Why do you eat like that?”

She gulps loudly. “Like what?”

“You’re inhaling your food like Kirby.”

“What? No I’m not.”

You laugh at her indignation, surprised at seeing this different persona of hers. Unconsciously, you grab a napkin to wipe some broth from her chin.

You’re too busy laughing to see the effect it had on her, how she stilled at the contact, breath hitching, cheeks turning pink like Kirby.

Your laughter fades when you realise how close the two of you are—your hand resting gently at her chin, unmoving. You look up to her eyes as they narrow at you, “Eat. Before it gets cold.”

You let go, reluctantly. You turn and focus on the food in front of you, refusing to look at her as she continues eating. You notice you haven’t moved further away and neither has she.

You finally take a careful bite, broth still a little hot. She finishes her food, wipes her hands on a napkin, then pulls her phone out, scrolling aimlessly while sneaking glances at you eating.

Before long, the bowls soon sit empty between you. Neither of you moves. The store now quiet; save for the hum of the fluorescent lights. Outside, the snow falls heavier, settling.

You press your finger to the window and begin to draw mindlessly. You laugh softly as you draw a lopsided bunny, a poorly proportioned dog, a penguin.

Beside you, Yooyeon stops her scrolling to look.

Not at the drawings.

At you.

You keep doodling on the window, the snow falling heavier outside. In the reflection of the glass, you catch her gaze on you.

You don’t comment.

“You should go home. Before it gets worse.”

She blinks. “Wh—what?”

You smile softly. “Come on. I’ll walk you home.”

You stand, tidying your mess and hers, before grabbing your coat, ready to brace the cold.

When the both of you step outside, the cold hits immediately—sharp and biting—but Yooyeon doesn’t flinch.

She gasps.

“Wow… it’s so pretty.”

She moves a few steps ahead and starts bouncing on her toes, giggling with excitement. She starts to slowly spin in place, arms wrapped around herself against the cold until you catch a glimpse of her face.

Her eyes are mesmerised, shaped like crescent moons, her lips parted enough to see her breath in the cold night. The falling snow softly lands atop her hair.

She looks… happy. At ease. Like all her worries are gone.

For a moment, you can’t breathe. Watching her has made your chest warm and you can’t help the smile on your face.

You’ve been smiling a lot around her lately.

And that burning desire to beat her is just a flicker.

When she stops to look at you, her hair is full of snowflakes, her nose tinged pink from the cold.

You step closer.

Close enough that your breaths mingle in the winter air.

You stay silent at first. Just lift your hand and gently brush the snowflakes from her hair, fingers lingering longer than they should.

She doesn’t move away.

You reach into your pocket and pull out the woolly hat, tear the tag off and settle it carefully over her head. Your hands tuck stray strands of hair behind her ears and adjust it slightly.

It’s just snow. It’s just a hat. You reason with yourself weakly.

“What’s this?” She asks softly.

“Someone has to make sure you don’t freeze.” You murmur.

She blinks up at you.

Snow softly falls on your shoulders, melting slowing through the fabric, the cold seeping in, reminding you that this isn’t a dream.

Yooyeon rises up on her toes—a lot closer now—and brushes your hair of snowflakes in return.

“You should’ve bought one for yourself.”

“I could only afford one.” You joke.

She smiles again at you, her eyes returning to that crescent shape you’re starting to grow fond of. Your heart beats faster at the closeness and you feel her breath rapidly.

You watch her swallow and break eye contact.

She steps back first.

You breathe out slowly, like stepping away from a ledge.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

She turns and starts walking, snow crunching under her shoes.

You fall in step beside her.

Your hand occasionally brushes hers.

This time, hers doesn’t move away.

Neither does yours.

——

You’re sat in front of your computer watching the audition tape for the umpteenth time.

You’ve been editing for the past two hours. It’s good. Clean. Definitely better than the first tape you recorded. If you were honest, you could’ve sent the tape as is, but knowing Yooyeon, she’d want it perfect. So, you delete some takes at the start, remove some of the background audio, overlay some music and done.

It’s all part of the process. The same routine you’ve gone through hundreds of times. Yooyeon in front of the camera—smiling, performing, saying her lines. Her movements are smoother, transitions seamless. The perfect performer.

You pause right after she finishes the dance, after she says her final remarks. You’re meant to delete this part but you can’t bring yourself to.

She’s exhausted, skin flushed and breathing heavily—but she’s smiling. Eyes crinkling. Unfiltered.

You lean back in your chair. Your mouse hovering over the cut button.

Your stomach starts growling. You check your alarm clock beside you. It’s past midnight. You stand, arms above your head as you stretch before moving to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

You stare into a cupboard, realise there’s nothing in there and head to the sink instead.

As you stood there, faucet open and filling a glass, you start wondering when things started to change. Before, you would never glance her way. Now? She’s the first person you look for. You make sure she looks good in her audition tape, help her master the moves during those sessions in the dance studio.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when the glass starts overflowing. You sigh wearily, turning the faucet off while taking a huge swig of water before heading back to your room.

You sit at your desk, watching the tape again. It’s good enough that she’ll get noticed.

Your chest tightens at the thought—just slightly.

You want her to succeed.

Of course you do.

A vibration on your desk interrupts your thoughts.

Yooyeon: How’s the tape?

You: It’s good. Think it’s ready to be sent.

Yooyeon: Yeah? Send it to me when it’s ready.

Yooyeon: And thank you. For doing this.

Your heart does that familiar fluttering again as you reread her message two, three times, your grip on the glass tightening without realising.

You put your phone down and exhale loudly.

You return the video to the start and watch it again before sending it to her.

——

“Si—Since when did you start wearing glasses?” Yooyeon stammers as you approach her in front of the school gate.

“Always. Forgot my contacts today. Do I look okay?”

“Ye—yeah. You look… good.”

You notice how she steals glances as you walk to the main building together.

You also notice the slight pink tinge adorning her cheeks.

——

You briskly move through the crowd in the hallway.

You hear the whispers from your classmates, see their reactions but you ignore them as best you could.

When you reach the rankings, you find her standing there, staring at the board.

“Guess she finally slipped.”

You stand next to her, scanning the board not for your name but hers.

It isn’t at its usual spot.

You frown.

So you scan lower.

Past second. Past third.

Your jaw tightens.

Lower.

Number 11.

Kim Yooyeon.

There’s a flicker, an old and ugly part of you that wanted this. That wanted her name beneath yours.

It dies just as quickly.

You turn to face her.

She’s still staring but you see her shoulders tense and her hands tremble slightly.

“Yooyeon…”

“I have to go.”

You see the mask return before she’s moving past you, the space between you suddenly unfamiliar.

She doesn’t glance back.

You faintly hear congratulations from behind.

You don’t acknowledge it.

——

The routine doesn’t shatter; it thins out until it’s no more.

You still go to the library, still sit at the same table, keep all your notes neat and on one side in hopes to see her here again.

It doesn’t.

The empty chair now a monument of the growing distance between you.

Your phone stays on the table next to you, every ping feeling different than before. They’re no longer memes, philosophical debates or domestic texts; they’re cold and straight to the point, ending any conversation before they truly began.

Yooyeon: Can’t.

Yooyeon: Too busy. Studying.

You always wanted this. To be number one. To have no one question it. Now that you have it? It feels hollow.

You used to study to beat her. Now you study because it’s the only thing you know how to do.

——

After another fruitless study session, you decide to leave early and head home. As you walk towards the entrance, you stare at your phone, at the last message you sent to her. Read.

You contemplate a while; should you message her again? Leave her be? You decide to push forward, to message her one more time.

You stop at the gate when you hear her voice. And her parents.

“…did you get in this situation in the first place?” Her dad.

“This is not the time to be distracted.” Her mom.

Your chest begins to feel heavy as you continue to listen, back pressed against the wall, making sure they can’t see you.

“We had a plan for you Yooyeon. Are you just going to throw it all away?”

“Of course not,” she replies emotionless, “it won’t happen again.”

“You’ve always known what matters.”

“I know.” She mutters tiredly, voice almost a whisper.

You don’t bother to listen to the rest of the conversation, instead taking a deep breath to steel yourself before pulling your hood up and putting your earphones in. You tighten the strap of your backpack before moving off the wall. A sharp, chilly breeze moves against you as you start walking in the other direction.

——

You sit at your desk at home, staring blankly at the textbook in front of you, pen in hand. You reread a passage for the third time but the words don’t stick, like a puzzle your brain can’t solve. The pen feels heavy, your wrist numb from writing so much. You look down at your notes and find you’ve written the same thing three times. The pen clatters to the table, hands removing your glasses before pressing the heels into your eyes. You take a deep breath, eyes drifting towards the mini calendar.

2 weeks until the exam.

Your phone lights up from a notification—not from her. You check the time.

2am.

You exhale shakily. Your heart begins to pound, loud enough to drown the hum of your computer. The air feels thinner somehow. You inhale once—twice—three times but it doesn’t feel enough. You reach for the glass of water, taking a big gulp to calm your nerves. It doesn’t help much.

You stand on shaky legs and move towards the bathroom, careful not to wake anyone.

Standing over the sink, you turn the faucet on before splashing water on your face. You look up and stare at your reflection.

For a moment, you don’t recognise the face staring back at you. The eyes look hollow, dark bags underneath them. Your skin is paler than usual and cheeks are gaunt.

You return to your room, to your desk littered with mock exams, empty coffee cans piling up beside your lamp. You check your phone again, at the alarms. 5:30, 5:45, 6:00–just in case.

You’ve done everything correctly, followed a tight schedule. Stepped back when you were supposed to. So why does it feel like you’re falling further behind?

——

When you enter the classroom for study period, it feels louder than usual. Pens scrapping against paper, chairs against hardwood floors and the hum of the fluorescent lights above consume you.

Your hood’s up, eyes down avoiding the looks from your classmates as you make your way to your desk. You hear their whispers but you can’t make out what they’re saying. You’re not sure if you want to know.

As soon as you settle, you begin working on a practice paper, meticulously writing answers and checking notes. Except you don’t remember what you’ve just written. You look down and see a mess. The answers are too long, ignoring the structure she provided. The handwriting is ineligible, barely coherent.

A faint ringing creeps into your ears, manageable for now. You press your fingers into your temple hoping it will stop. It doesn’t. Your pen slips out of your hand, clattering onto the floor. You inhale sharply, chest tightening. You blink, trying to steady yourself. The words on the page shifting under your gaze.

“Here, You dropped this.”

You watch as a hand reaches out, placing your pen back onto your desk before retreating, unbothered.

“Thanks,” you manage, voice rough.

They’ve already turned around back to their own paper.

The ringing is still persistent, but it dulls—like it’s moved further away. You inhale carefully, trying to gain some semblance of control. Incoherent sentences and messy handwriting stare back at you.

You can’t do this. Not now.

You stand up quickly, the chair wobbling for a moment before you caught it. The movement was too fast, you stay stationary to adjust. A few heads turn towards you.

You ignore them, pulling your hood further over your head as you head out the classroom.

The hallway feels colder.

Conversation’s echoing, shoes squeaking against the polished floors. Every sound feels sharpened, more intense.

You keep your head down and walk.

One step after another.

Your hands shoved in your pockets, shoulders hunched over.

You don’t notice the way she slows when she sees you.

Or how her expression falters.

——

She’s halfway to the classroom when she hears your name. She wouldn’t have paid attention otherwise.

“Have you seen him lately?” Someone says.

She slows without meaning to.

“Yeah. He looks a lot paler now.”

Another voice chimes in.

“I know right? And he barely pays attention.”

She stops, trying to listen to more, but they’ve changed topics leaving her uncomfortable.

She tells herself they’re exaggerating. That you’re always intense when it comes to studying.

Still. A small part of her worries.

She continues to the classroom, fingers tightening on the textbooks taken from the library.

And then she sees you.

Her steps falter.

No one else seems to notice. But she knows you. The way your shoulders fold inwards, how your hood is pulled low, shadowing your eyes. You hate wearing it like that. She knows you do.

She stops. She tries to call out to you only for your name to die in her throat.

You don’t look at her.

You don’t slow down.

She can only stare as you walk past her.

——

When she enters for the afternoon study period, you’re already sat at your desk, head down, writing furiously.

She makes her way to her desk, only to pause. She glances at you, at how your hoodie swallows your frame, how your knees bounce rapidly. She walks past her usual desk, past you and settles somewhere behind.

From her place, she watches you. Practice exam forgotten, pencil case still closed. She watches the slight tremor of your hand, the furious way you rub your eyes, how you tear the page from pressing too hard.

She wonders when you last slept.

Her thoughts get interrupted when she notices a classmate walk up to you, asking a question she can’t hear. She sees you try to help but hears grunts of frustration, tearing of paper to start again. Eventually they leave, saying they’d find someone else to help.

You’re good at explaining. She should know.

She startles when the bell rings. Looking down at her still-closed exam, she sighs. She hears the scrape of the chair moving backwards as you begin to pack up your things. She packs her things slower than you, still watching as you get up to leave without glancing back.

——

She hesitates in front of your door, pacing back and forth. Your mom let her in just as she was leaving for grocery shopping. It’s just you and Yooyeon.

You jump when you hear the door to your room opening, eyes widening at seeing her in what feels like forever.

“Hi,” she says softly.

“H-hi. W-what are you doing here?”

You don’t give her the opportunity to answer.

“Gi-give me a minute. Please.”

“I-I need to finish this. The answer n-needs to be perfect. I need to-to…”

Your breathing turns uneven, the rest of the sentence dissolving.

Your hand starts shaking violently, the pen rattling against your notebook, ruining your answer. Your other hand clamps over it, an attempt to keep it steady. You try to take deep breaths to calm down. It doesn’t help.

You stare at your hand, willing it to stop shaking. It only trembles harder.

You don’t notice how close she is to you until her fingers gently wrap around yours. Warm. Steady. The shaking doesn’t stop but it slows.

You stare at the point of contact, watching as she carefully pries the pen from your hand before placing it gently onto your desk.

The chair rolls away from the desk as she pushes it. You don’t argue. Your knees wobble as she pulls you up and for a second, you’re afraid you’ll fall.

Her hand tightens around yours as she leads you to bed.

You struggle to meet her eyes as you sat down. You squeeze her hand to steady your breathing.

Your chest rises and falls unevenly. You try and look anywhere but at her.

Eventually, you shut your eyes and lean forward, your forehead hovering before resting against her stomach.

Her perfume surrounds you, familiar and calming.

Your fingers loosen around hers, arms falling, laying flat against your legs as you release a shaky breath.

She brings her hands to your head, her fingers threading slowly through your hair, steady and careful.

You stay like this for a while.

Your breathing eventually evens out, the tremor in your shoulders fading.

Only when the room quietens does she move, slowly pulling away.

You look up, already missing her warmth, your hand twitches like you were going to reach for her before returning to your lap.

Yooyeon doesn’t leave the room. Instead, she grabs the waste bin beside your desk, clearing the empty coffee cans and the crumpled notes, all your books stacked and moved back to the shelves above.

She returns to your side, not a moment later and sits beside you. She quietly takes hold of your hand before carefully threading her fingers through yours.

You sit there in silence, the pair of you. The only sound being the hum from the computer and your breathing.

You know she shouldn’t be here, that she’s defying her parents by being here. That there will be consequences.

But she came anyway.

You feel her gently caress the back of your hand with her thumb and that warmth returns. You close your eyes again, not to calm yourself but to focus on the person beside you; her breathing, her touch, her warmth.

Before you know it, she moves closer, leaning her head onto your shoulder. You stiffen—still not used to the contact—before letting yourself lean into it.

——

You’d been coming to the local library these past few days, the usual noise of panicking students replaced with soft hums of pages turning and the occasional pen scratching against paper.

You look up towards the entrance when you hear it open and see her, carrying a plastic bag of snacks and a pillow under her arm. You tilt your head in confusion, “What’s with the pillow?

“For you. I’m making sure you get enough rest. Even if it’s in a library.”

Your face softens as you continue watching her. She takes the snacks out the plastic bag, arranging them neatly on the table, textbooks and notes placed neatly between you the pillow stuffed onto a chair beside her.

“Here. Drink this.”

You take the bottle of water from her, silently thankful it wasn’t another can of coffee. You’re not sure you can drink another can in your life.

A small part of you feels guilty.

After that day in your room, you found out her parents were livid she missed a private tutor session to see you. She argued with them, much to your surprise, even telling them her dream to become an idol, that she wanted no part of their 20 year plan.

You didn’t hear from her for a couple of days. Worry began gnawing at you until she sent a meme late at night.

What happened? Are you okay?

Yeah. Just had an argument with my parents.

Because of me?

You remember watching the three dots, waiting for what seemed like forever.

Because I told them what I should’ve told them ages ago. They were angry at first but I convinced them. As long as I pass this exam, I can try out.

You feel a pen being tapped lightly on your head.

“What are you thinking about?” She asks, a small smile on her face, her eyes turning into that crescent shape you’re beginning to love.

“N-nothing. Just how to answer this question,” you manage to stutter.

She peers into your question paper. “For this, you need to…”

You don’t listen to her anymore. You can’t. She’s leaning closer to you now. Your eyes drift to her face—to the little mole on her nose, to the soft curve of her lips as she explains, the way her hair catches the light from the library window.

“…so if you solve for this equation first, the rest should follow naturally,” she murmurs softly, as if it was only meant for you. She looks to you, a smile adorning her features as she catches you staring.

You cough, throat suddenly dry before nodding, eyes returning to the paper and working through the problem. What did she say again?

After nearly two hours, the words in the textbook begin to blur together. You lay your pen down and bring your hands to your eyes, rubbing them.

You feel her hand on your shoulder, “Hey,” she murmurs.

You blink, trying to focus. “I’m awake.”

Without another word, she removes your notes, replacing them with the pillow.

“Take a break.”

“We’re in a library.”

“Exactly. No one’s going to notice.”

You try to argue but one look from her tells you you’re not winning.

When you finally rest your head against the pillow, you hear the gentle rustle of paper beside you as Yooyeon continues studying.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, you feel her fingers gently brush your hair.

——

You wake to a gentle tapping of a pen against the table.

For a moment, you forget where you are.

The sunlight from a setting sun spills across the table. You hear pens scratching against paper, pages from books turning.

“Look who’s awake.”

You blink a few times, your vision focusing on her. Her head resting upon her palm, gaze fixed on you.

You lift your head slightly from the pillow. “Have you been watching me sleep?”

You see her cheeks turn pink but her eyes don’t shift, still focused firmly on you.

“Maybe for a bit.”

Your ears turn red at the confession. You sit up straight, clearing your throat before sliding the pillow towards her.

“You should’ve woken me.”

She shakes her head.

“No, you need rest. You study too much. Someone has to make sure you don’t overdo it.”

You pause. Her voice was softer than usual.

“…Thanks.”

She doesn’t respond.

You look over and see a small smile on her lips as she looks down at her notes.

You continue to stare, the paper from before your nap long forgotten.

She must’ve felt your eyes on her.

“Quit staring. Get back to work,” she laughs under her breath, eyes focused on her own paper.

——

Soon enough, the exam arrives.

Rows on rows of desks fill the classroom, paper face down as the proctor explains the exam rules. You see your classmates bouncing their knees, swallowing water as if they haven’t drank in forever and some fiddling with their pencils.

Across the room, Yooyeon is sat two rows ahead.

She turns slightly in her chair.

Just enough to get a glance at you.

For a moment, your eyes meet.

She raises her fist slightly—a small sign of encouragement.

You nod once.

Then the papers are flipped over.

And the exam begins.

——

The exam ends.

Time continues as it always does—quietly, without permission.

Graduation comes and goes.

Applications are sent.

And somewhere between the early morning lectures and the late night meals, Yooyeon begins appearing everywhere.

——

“I got in.”

Both of you are on the floor in her room, scrolling aimlessly through your phones. Her head laid in your lap.

“What?”

She sits up abruptly, almost taking you out.

“They saw the tape. They want me to join a program. If I progress far enough, I get to debut.”

She stares at you. Like she can’t believe it herself.

“Wow. Wow. Wow!”

You get up from the floor, pulling her with you before you wrap your arms around her, lifting and spinning her.

You gently place her back down, your arms still around her waist, hers on your shoulders. You’re really close now, closer than you’ve ever been before. Your breaths mingling in the little space between you.

“You did it.” You whisper.

For the first time, her face can’t control the emotions etched upon it.

Her hands slide from your shoulders before wrapping around your waist, burying her face in your chest as you held her.

——

Years later, Yooyeon stands outside your apartment. Her hands fidget with her sleeves as she contemplates knocking on your door.

Naturally, you both grew apart.

Daily texts became weekly.

Weekly became occasional check ins.

Eventually, most of what you knew about Yooyeon came from a screen.

Before she’s able to make a decision, you appear from the elevator, plastic bags in hand.

“H-hi.”

“Yooyeon… what are you doing here?”

“I-I got your address from your parents. I have a couple days off. I wanted to see you.”

You stare at her. Watching her on TV never did her justice.

“Come in.”

She moves aside, giving you access to keypad before following you in.

You move to the kitchen, placing the plastic bags atop the counter. You’re suddenly fully aware how small your apartment actually is.

“Have you had anything to eat?”

After glancing around your bare apartment, she finally meets your eyes. She shakes her head.

“I’ll make you something.”

You start unloading the bags, setting the ingredients out on the counter and shelving the rest. You walk to the sink, washing your hands before grabbing a glass and filling it with water. You turn around. She’s sat at the counter now. You move to give her the glass.

“Do you need help?”

A small smile breaks out.

“I’m okay. I’ve seen the videos.”

Her eyes widen at your confession.

“You did?”

You can’t stop the smile from widening. “Of course. Who beats eggs like that? Did you do it for the content?”

You watch as her face flushes in embarrassment, her hands moving to cover them.

——

“Take a look around, I’m almost done here.”

You grab the remaining empty plates between the two of you before heading to the sink to wash them.

She takes her time, looking around your own space. It’s minimal—couch, TV, a table makes up most of your living room. Very different from the dorms where you struggle to even walk.

Her wandering eventually leads her to your bedroom. It’s a lot cosier than the room you grew up in. Soft lighting brings an air of warmth. Your bed, slightly crumpled, has one too many pillows on top.

She walks over to your desk. The same desk you had growing up but instead of calendars and coffee cans, a picture of the both of you sat proudly. It was taken before her debut. The pair of you sported big smiles but your eyes told a different story; that whatever this was between you had to end now.

She looks up to the shelves beside the desk and sees all her albums, all in a row. Her lightstick displayed proudly too. Paper tickets from her concerts and from music shows all occupy the same space.

Her chest tightens at your quiet support, retreating until she bumps into the desk behind, waking the computer.

She looks over to the screen and sees a single video in a folder.

audition_4.mp4

Curiosity got the better of her and she plays the video.

It was that day in the studio. The first time you helped with a dance move.

She watches the video in its entirety; the moment you walk over, when your hands graze her waist, the heavy breathing from both of you before the inevitable stumble onto the floor.

She hears a noise outside the bedroom to find you standing there, watching her. She exhales a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“You kept this.”

You wait a moment before replying.

“I did.”

For what felt like forever, the two of you continue to stare at one another, a million thoughts and emotions passing between you.

Finally, she moves first, away from the desk and towards you. You inhale sharply and hold your breath. Your hands lay by your side, unsure what to do.

She’s close now, only a breath away. No words come out of your mouth as you continue to stare at her, at how her eyes roam across your face.

She lifts a hand towards your cheek, thumb gently caressing your cheekbone.

You freeze under her touch.

For a moment, she hesitates, her eyes searching yours, giving you a chance to walk away.

You don’t.

Slowly, she leans in, eyes fluttering closed as her lips softly brush against yours.