TheNakedGrouse

The accusation in her voice was undercut by the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

“I -” My voice came out rougher than intended. “I wasn’t watching, I just -”

“You were TOTALLY watching!” But she was smiling now. That trademark Yuna confidence - the same one that had millions of people glued to their screens watching her fancams, begging for more - was flooding back in, replacing the flustered panic from seconds ago. Except this time, it wasn’t filtered through a phone screen. It was right here, soaking wet and naked and absolutely lethal.

She stood up fully - all legs and wet skin and that ridiculously expensive bikini barely containing anything. Up close, her body was even more insane. Long, toned legs that seemed to go on forever. A tiny waist flaring into surprisingly full hips. Her small tits pushed against the bikini top, nipples clearly visible through the thin black fabric. The sash clung to her curves, somehow emphasizing everything.

“Oh my god, you perv,” she said, taking a step closer. Water droplets rolled down her neck, disappearing between her breasts. “How long were you standing there?”

“Yuna -”

“No no no, I’m genuinely curious.” Another step. I could smell the ocean salt on her skin, mixed with something warmer. Muskier. “Because if you JUST got here, okay, whatever. But if you were like... watching me for a while...”

She was close now. Close enough that I could see the goosebumps on her arms despite the heat, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath.

“...then that’s kind of insane, right? That’s like, criminally horny behavior. Watching your girlfriend’s maknae finger herself and getting hard about it?”

“She’s not my -” I started, but the words caught in my throat.

Yuna rolled those humongous puppy eyes.

“I should go -” I tried to cover myself with the towel, stammering. “I’m just heading to - Yeji locked me out of the bathroom because she needs to get to her Pilates class and -”

“You should,” she agreed, but she was still advancing. “Unnie would literally kill you. Like, actual murder. Girlfriend or not.”

Her eyes dropped to the tent in my towel again. Lingered.

“But also...” Her voice dropped, playful and dangerous. “You’re still here.”

She took one more step, close enough now that if I reached out, I could touch her.

“Tell me something, oppa.” She tilted her head, and something in her expression shifted - that sly, foxy calculation I’d seen on stage a hundred times. “When you heard me just now... getting myself off...” Her voice dropped lower, more suggestive. “Did it turn you on?”

She gestured at her body - the wet bikini, the long legs, everything on display.

“You’re telling me you never had your hand wrapped around -”

Her fingers reached out, lightning quick, and brushed against the tent in my towel.

The touch - even through fabric - sent a jolt through me. My body betrayed me completely. My cock jerked hard against the towel, and the movement was enough to loosen the tuck I’d made at my waist.

The towel fell.

It dropped to the tiles with a wet slap, and suddenly I was standing there completely exposed - my cock springing up, thick and still glazed with the mixture of mine and Yeji’s cum, evidence of our morning devotion painted across every inch.

Yuna’s breath caught audibly. Her eyes went wide as saucers, pupils blown so dark they swallowed the brown, her gaze locked onto my cock like a predator spotting prey.

I watched her throat work as she swallowed. Hard.

She took an unconscious step closer, and I saw the exact moment her brain registered what she was seeing - not just size, but evidence. The glossy sheen wasn’t sweat. Her eyes traced the dried streaks along my shaft, the way it caught the sunlight, still fresh enough to glisten.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, tinged with genuine shock.

Her cheeks and ears flushed a deep crimson that spread down her neck - stark contrast to her earlier confidence, the physical evidence of genuine fluster battling with rapidly mounting arousal. The blush deepened as her eyes traced every detail, her breath quickening.

Her hand moved to her own throat, fingers pressing there like she was imagining it. Then lower, absently grazing her collarbone. Her nipples visibly hardened further through the thin bikini fabric, betraying how quickly embarrassment was losing ground to hunger.

“Unnie never mentioned you were packing like that.” A pause, her eyes widening further as another realization hit. “Actually, she basically never mentions you at all.”

The way she said it made it sound like Yeji had been hoarding something valuable. Something Yuna suddenly wanted to taste.

Something flickered across her face - too quick to fully name. Hurt? Curiosity? The faintest shadow of why would she hide this from me?

But it vanished as fast as it appeared, replaced by that calculating look I’d seen her use on stage when she knew the camera was on her. Her tongue swept across her bottom lip.

Her expression shifted as understanding dawned. “Wait. THAT’S why she keeps you around.” A breathless laugh, but there was an edge to it now - something competitive, almost vindictive. “You’re not her boyfriend - you must be her dick appointment. Her personal premium subscription.”

I saw her eyes trace every detail - the thick shaft, the prominent veins, the way the head glistened with dried cum. Her pupils dilated even further, her breath quickened, and I watched in real-time as arousal replaced everything else.

The sound of the front door slamming echoed across the villa, followed by a car engine starting. Yeji’s manager, picking her up for class. We were alone now. Completely, utterly alone.

And that’s when I saw it - the exact moment an intrusive thought crossed Yuna’s mind. Her expression shifted from shocked to calculating, a sly, foxy grin spreading across her face.

“So...” She looked up from my cock to meet my eyes. “You’re walking around with THAT, and you got hard looking at me.” Her tone was mocking, teasing, but laced with raw desire. “And here I thought unnie was hiding some like, casual situationship or whatever. But no wonder she keeps coming back to you when half the industry’s in her DMs. Like, I GET it now.”

She took a step toward me, barefoot, her hips swaying, every inch the sultry, seductive siren that had driven countless men to their knees. The defensive panic had completely evaporated, replaced by something more familiar. That Yuna confidence in full force.

The wet bikini clung to every curve - all legs and wet skin and that ridiculously expensive three-piece barely containing anything. The chain straps glinted in the sunlight. Her nipples were hard as diamonds, poking through the thin fabric.

“You’ve jerked off to me before, right? Like, actually stroked this cock -” She gestured at it with zero shame, “ - thinking about fucking me?” She tilted her head, eyes glinting with something between amusement and hunger. “Come on, oppa. Be honest. All those fancams with millions of views? The ones where I’m doing body rolls in that tiny skirt, or when I’m on the floor with my legs spread?”

She ran her hands down her own body - over her tits, her waist, her hips - putting herself on display.

“Because like... a LOT of guys have wanted to know what that looks like up close.” Her smile turned wicked. “Backup dancers, producers, fans who got lucky. They all watched me on stage and then got to find out if I’m as good off it.” She bit her lip. “And I am, by the way. I’m really, really good.”

She took another step closer, voice dropping.

“So I’m just wondering if you ever thought about it. If you ever watched me perform and imagined what I’d look like under you? What I’d sound like moaning your name?” Her eyes flickered with something vulnerable beneath the bravado. “What it’d feel like to shove this fat cock inside me and make me scream?”

A pause. Her confidence wavered just slightly.

“Because I need to know if I’ve been in your head at all. If you wanted me even a little bit.” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Tell me I’m not the only one who’s been thinking about this.”

“Yuna, I -” I tried to protest, but my voice cracked.

She laughed, a sultry, knowing sound. “Don’t even fake innocence. Your dick is literally snitching on you.” Her eyes never left my cock, which was now fully erect, standing at attention despite having just painted Yeji with three loads just minutes ago.

“You know what’s actually insane? I’ve been SO worked up all morning - literally climbing the walls - and then I finally get a moment to myself by the pool and you CATCH me.” She pouted theatrically, but her eyes remained sharp. Calculating. “And then I come back here and hear you two going at it like you’re filming for OnlyFans. Like, I’m happy for unnie, truly, but oh my GOD.”

She was advancing on me now, each step deliberate, her body language screaming dominance despite her earlier vulnerability when I’d caught her. Water droplets still clung to her skin, rolling down her neck, her collarbone, disappearing between her breasts. I could smell the ocean salt mixed with something warmer. Muskier. Her arousal.

“There I am, walking around with this needy pussy -” She touched herself briefly through the bikini bottoms, almost absently. “ - nobody to help me out. Meanwhile unnie’s upstairs getting her brains fucked out. Kind of unfair, don’t you think?”

“I think it’s only fair,” she continued, her voice a sultry whisper as she invaded my space, so close I could feel the heat radiating off her body, “that I get to try unnie’s favorite toy. Just for a bit. What do you think?”

“Yuna, we shouldn’t -” I took a step back, my mind screaming loyalty to Yeji even as my cock throbbed with need. “Yeji and I - we have a thing, and I don’t -”

“Oh, come on,” Yuna interrupted, rolling her eyes. “Unnie goes through guys like they’re limited edition. Have you SEEN her Kakao? Her Instagram DMs? She probably hooked up with someone at that industry party last week.” She licked her lips. “Besides... look at you. You’re already rock hard for me. Your body’s already made the choice.”

Before I could protest further, she closed the distance. Her hand came up to cup my face, soft and warm, and she leaned in, her lips crashing against mine in a deep, hungry French kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth, aggressive and demanding, tasting faintly of salt and something sweet.

She pressed her body against mine, and I felt my cock, still slick with cum, pressing into the damp fabric of her bikini bottoms. The pressure made her gasp into my mouth, and then - fuck - my cock slipped through the gap between her thighs, emerging at the other end beneath her tight, perfect ass.

Her thighs clamped around my shaft, soft yet firm, squeezing me as she ground forward. I could feel her lips through the soaked fabric, her heat radiating against my cock. Her small, perky tits pressed against my chest, and I could see the streak of her own pussy juice glistening across her cleavage, mixing with the seawater and sweat.

Her other hand reached down, wrapping around the base of my cock where it protruded from between her thighs, her fingers slick and sure.

“Yuna -” I gasped, breaking the kiss, trying to take a step back to create distance, to think, to -

But I didn’t realize I’d backed all the way to the edge of the pool.

My foot found nothing but air, and I felt myself falling backward, arms windmilling.

Everything slowed - that horrible drawn-out moment where you realize you’ve fucked up but momentum’s already decided your fate.

Just as I began to tip backward, Yuna’s hand closed fully around the base of my cock, her grip instinctive. The sudden backward motion lifted my cock upward, and because her hand was locked on and my shaft was sandwiched between her thighs, the upward force literally lifted her off the ground.

Her eyes went wide, a yelp of surprise escaping her lips as her feet left the terrace. The sudden pressure on her pussy lips through the bikini, combined with being yanked forward, made her gasp and moan simultaneously. Her other hand, which had been on my face, shot to the back of my neck for balance, her nails digging in.

We fell together, a tangle of limbs and lust, hitting the pool with a massive splash that sent water cascading over the edge. The pool chair she’d been sitting on earlier teetered dangerously, saved only by Yuna’s foot catching it mid-fall and kicking it back.

We plunged beneath the surface, the cool water a shocking contrast to the heat of our bodies. I felt her bikini top come loose, her hand still gripping my cock, our bodies intertwined in the churning water.

Chapter 3: Submerged in Sin Underwater and under pressure. Desire that drowns reason.

We surfaced from the pool, water cascading off our bodies, and I was still disoriented - from the fall, from the shock, from the sheer insanity of the situation. But Yuna wasn’t disoriented at all. She was on me in a flash, her wet body pressing against mine, her lips crashing onto my mouth with desperate hunger. My cock, still rock-hard despite everything, poked against her pubic bone beneath the surface, and she moaned into the kiss, grinding against it.

“Mmm,” she hummed against my lips. “I love how that feels.”

“Yuna - wait -” I tried to break away, tried to summon some semblance of loyalty to Yeji, but Yuna just smiled against my mouth, her eyes glinting with mischief.

She pressed a single finger to my lips, silencing me. Her expression said trust me.

Then she disappeared beneath the water like a mermaid diving for treasure.

And oh god, the treasure she found.

This is really happening. I’m letting Yeji’s maknae suck my dick in a pool while Yeji’s at Pilates. My life choices are -

I felt her lips - warm, wet, impossibly soft - envelop the head of my cock, and every coherent thought evacuated my brain. Her mouth was heaven. She started slow, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, lapping up the remnants of my earlier cum and Yeji’s juices like it was her favorite husik. Then she took me deeper, her lips forming a perfect seal as she slid down my shaft inch by glorious inch.

The sensation was indescribable. Sure, Yeji gave head sometimes - she’d practiced it obsessively during our trainee days, treating it like vocal training: methodical, perfecting breath control, studying technique with Type-A precision. But it was functional, clinical even - exercises that happened to help both her throat control and my stress relief, not something she did for pleasure. And she’d made it abundantly clear over the years that she much preferred being on the receiving end, demanding her pussy be worshipped rather than the other way around. I’d never minded. With Yeji, I got everything else - the vulnerability she showed no one, the way she’d grip my hand after, the soft confession in her sleep-roughened voice. But that wasn’t something I could think about right now. Not with Yuna’s tongue doing... that.

Because Yuna was a fucking artist. Her tongue did things I didn’t know were possible, flicking along the underside of my shaft, tracing the prominent vein, then flattening to massage the entire length as she bobbed up and down. She hollowed her cheeks, creating suction that made my knees weak, and then she’d relax, letting me slide deeper into her throat without a hint of gagging.

My hands shot to her head beneath the water, fingers tangling in her soaked hair, and I couldn’t help but buck my hips forward. She took it all, adjusting her angle to let me fuck her mouth, her hands gripping my thighs for balance.

She surfaced after what felt like an eternity, gasping for air, her face breaking through the water in an image that would be burned into my brain forever: lips swollen and glistening, eyes half-lidded with lust, water streaming down her flushed cheeks. Somewhere in the rational part of my brain that was still functioning, I registered that this was Yuna - the girl who called Yeji ‘unnie,’ who’d probably heard us through the walls, who was looking at me right now like I was prey she’d been hunting. That should have scared me. Instead - she looked like a fucking siren, and I was completely under her spell.

The sun beat down on us, turning the pool water into liquid diamonds. I could hear nothing but her breathing, the gentle lap of water against tiles, and the distant crash of ocean waves.

“Where -” I gasped, barely able to form words. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”

She grinned, catching her breath, water droplets falling from her chin. “What, that?” A teasing glint in her eyes. “You liked it?”

“That’s - that’s not an answer -”

But before I could press further, she dove back under.

This time, she took me even deeper, her nose pressing against my pelvis as she deepthroated me with ease. Her tongue worked magic, and I felt her hum around my shaft, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. She came up for air again, that same devastatingly hot expression on her face - mascara slightly smudged, lips swollen, chest heaving - and then went back down, establishing a rhythm: submerge, suck, surface, repeat.

Each time she came up, I got a glimpse of pure debauchery: her small, perky tits now fully exposed, the bikini top lost somewhere in the pool, nipples hard as diamonds, water droplets catching the sunlight, her face a mask of focused pleasure.

“Seriously,” I managed when she surfaced again. “Where did you -”

“Oh my god, so needy.” She licked her lips, grinning. “Fine, I’ll give you my origin story. But you have to earn the rest.” Then she dove back under.

I gave in. Completely, utterly gave in. I started thrusting my hips to meet her mouth, fucking her face beneath the water, and I felt my fourth orgasm of the day building - a deep, primal heat coiling in my balls.

Yuna felt it too. She resurfaced one more time, pulling off my cock with an obscene pop, and her eyes sparkled with sadistic glee.

“Nuh-uh,” she said, pulling back with that wicked grin. “You don’t get to cum yet.” She wrapped her hand around my shaft, squeezing. “I need to hear you say it first. That you want me. That you’ve been thinking about fucking me.” Her eyes gleamed. “Beg a little. It’s hot.”

Of course she wanted me to beg. Because that’s what this was really about, wasn’t it? Not just getting off - she could’ve done that with any of the industry contacts she’d casually mentioned. This was about making me choose her over Yeji, even if just for a moment. Making me admit it out loud.

“Yuna -” I groaned, my cock twitching desperately in her grip.

She silenced me by jamming my shaft between her thighs again, squeezing them together. The pressure was exquisite, and she started grinding backward and forward, her pussy lips dragging along the top of my cock. Then, with one hand, she reached down and untied her bikini bottoms. The sash that had been clinging to her torso floated to the surface, and she pulled the bottoms out from behind with a smooth jerk.

The sensation of the fabric slipping out, dragging roughly between my cock and her pussy, was almost too much. And then - suddenly - I felt her bare lips on my shaft, hot and slick, no barrier between us.

“Fuck - Yuna -” I tried to protest, but she stuffed the soaked bikini bottoms into my mouth, silencing me just like I’d done to Yeji earlier.

“Shh,” she whispered, grinning. “Your turn.”

She wrapped one arm around my neck for balance, and with her other hand, she guided mine to her bare breast. My palm cupped the soft, perky flesh - small but perfectly formed, high and proud, with a hard, sensitive nipple that pebbled under my touch. My instincts took over, and I squeezed, kneaded, pinched, drawing soft gasps and moans from her lips.

All the while, she kept grinding, her hand on my cock ensuring it stayed between her thighs, pressing against her lips but never quite slipping inside. It was torture. Pure, exquisite torture. I felt the tip catch on her entrance with every thrust, so close I could feel her heat, her wetness, but she wouldn’t let me in.

The midday heat made everything feel surreal - her wet skin sliding against mine, the chlorine smell mixing with her arousal, the way the water refracted light across her body in dancing patterns.

I should have stopped her. Should have pulled away, found that shower, called Yeji and confessed everything. Instead, I stood there in the pool while Yeji’s dongsaeng gave me her sexual resume, each revelation simultaneously making me harder and making me a worse person. The math wasn’t mathing, but my dick had stopped caring about logic somewhere around the third underwater deepthroat.

“You wanna know where I learned that?” she asked breathlessly, grinding against me. “Okay so - mmm, fuck - first world tour, right? There was this Australian backup dancer and he had this ACCENT -”

She paused, adjusting the angle so my cock pressed directly against her clit, and shuddered.

“Oh god, right there - anyway, he was insanely hot and I basically dragged him into the tour bus bathroom after the Sydney show and was like, teach me everything.”

She demonstrated by opening her mouth, miming deepthroating. “Just let him fuck my throat over and over until I figured out the breathing thing. The angles. All of it. It was like a masterclass except way sluttier and I literally couldn’t talk the next day.”

She giggled breathlessly. “Worth it though.”

I groaned around the fabric in my mouth, my hips bucking involuntarily.

“Then there was this producer in LA - ahh, fuck -” Her voice hitched as I pinched her nipple. “He was like, old as hell but actually knew what he was doing? He taught me the humming trick. You know, vibrations and shit.” She grinned wickedly. “Made him cum in like two minutes and he looked at me like I was a wizard. I felt SO powerful.”

She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “And then in New York, during our US leg -” She giggled, the sound breathless and dirty. “Found this cute fan, pulled him backstage, and basically used him as practice. Over and over. I love it, you know? The control. The way a guy’s whole body goes stiff when you take him deep. The way he looks at you after like you just blew his mind and his dick.”

Every time she sensed I was about to cum - my body tensing, my muffled groans growing louder - she’d suddenly stop or slow down, blue-balling me with expert precision. I lost count of how many times she did it. She was torturing me. And the worst part? I could see it in her eyes every time she stopped - that flash of satisfaction, like she was conducting an experiment and I was giving her exactly the data she wanted. How far could she push Yeji’s ‘secret boyfriend’ before he broke? Turns out: pretty fucking far. My balls felt like they were about to explode, swollen and aching, pressure building to catastrophic levels. My eyes widened in desperation, and whatever thin thread of self-control I’d been clinging to - the part that remembered Yeji, loyalty, consequences - snapped completely. I stopped being a person who made choices and became pure need.

I roughly grabbed her hips, my grip bruising, and started thrusting hard, surprising her. Her eyes went wide.

“Oh - fuck, okay, someone’s -” she gasped, but I was beyond words.

The bikini bottoms fell out of my mouth as I gasped, “Yuna - I can’t - I’m gonna -”

She felt it too, the moment my body gave up all pretense of control. In one fluid motion, she slipped beneath the water, her mouth enveloping my cock just as I exploded.

I came hard. Harder than I’d ever come in my life. It felt like my entire soul was being sucked out through my cock, rope after thick rope of cum shooting into her waiting mouth. I saw stars, actual fucking stars, my vision whiting out as my orgasm ripped through me. I was vaguely aware of my hands gripping the edge of the pool for balance, my legs shaking, my voice echoing across the villa in a guttural roar.

When she finally surfaced, she was an image of pure debauchery. Her hair was plastered to her face, her lips swollen and red, and she opened her mouth to show me the pool of my cum resting on her tongue. It was obscene, filthy, and the hottest thing I’d ever seen. She let it slowly drip from her mouth onto her chest, the white mixing with the water and trickling down between her tits, before she closed her mouth and swallowed, her throat bobbing as she took every drop.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, thoroughly impressed, aroused, and completely drained. “That was... fuck.”

The post-nut clarity hit like a freight train. What the fuck had I just done? I’d let Yuna - Yeji’s groupmate, her dongsaeng, someone who lived in the same villa - suck me off in broad daylight. And the worst part? I’d loved every second. That realization should have sent me running.

“I need to... I should probably go take that shower now.”

But Yuna wasn’t done. Not even close. She swam closer, her eyes dark with hunger, her body still trembling with pent-up need.

“Shower?” She laughed, low and dangerous. “We’re not even close to done, Minho.” Her hand found my cock again, already starting to stir despite having just exploded. “I didn’t cum yet. And I’m literally dying to have my brains fucked out.”

She pressed against me, her bare pussy rubbing against my thigh. “So no. You’re not going anywhere.”

I should have said no. Should have drawn a line, preserved whatever microscopic scrap of loyalty I had left. But her hand was already wrapped around my cock, and my body was already responding, and the truth I didn’t want to admit was that she was right. We weren’t done. Not even close. And I was going to let this happen. Again.

Chapter 4: The Tides That Turn Consequences arrive wearing a Maknae’s face.

I tried to act like I’d had enough - like I was some kind of gentleman who knew when to walk away. But the truth? There was nothing I wanted more than to jam my cock into Yuna’s burning pussy and fuck her until we both passed out or the sun went down, whichever came first. Hell, maybe both would happen simultaneously. My body was already making that decision for me, my cock twitching back to life despite having just blown what felt like my entire genetic lineage into her mouth.

I started to push away from her, tried to muster some semblance of self-control, but my feral urges snapped me back like a rubber band. I lunged forward, roughly grabbing her by that perfect, tight ass, making her squeal in surprise as I lifted her naked body onto the edge of the pool. Water splashed everywhere, cascading over the tiles as I positioned her exactly where I wanted her.

Another line crossed. Another point of no return. At this rate, there wouldn’t be anything left to salvage when Yeji came back.

“Minho - wait, what are you -”

But she didn’t finish the sentence because she realized exactly what I was doing. I was eye level with her pussy, and for the first time, I got to really study it.

Yuna’s pussy was a work of art - completely different from Yeji’s. Where Yeji’s was a neat, bikini-trimmed mound with full, meaty lips that gripped like a vise, Yuna’s was bare, smooth as silk, with delicate, pale pink lips that were slightly swollen from arousal. Her inner lips were small and tucked in, a shy little slit that barely peeked out. But what really caught my attention was how wet she was - not just damp, but absolutely dripping, her arousal glistening on her thighs, mixing with the pool water. Her clit was a small, prominent pearl, already engorged and begging for attention.

She caught me staring and slowly, deliberately, widened her legs, an invitation and a challenge all at once.

“Like what you see?” she teased, her voice breathy. “I mean, you’re just... staring. Kind of creepy but also kind of hot?”

I didn’t answer. I just pressed my nose against her mound, inhaling her scent - clean, slightly sweet, with an underlying musk that made my mouth water. Then I dove in.

The first lick was exploratory, my tongue dragging slowly from her entrance to her clit, and the taste hit me like a drug. Yuna tasted different from Yeji too - less earthy, more delicate, almost honey-sweet with a hint of salt from the ocean. Her pussy was softer, more yielding, and as I licked deeper, I felt her walls flutter against my tongue.

Yeji had taught me well. Years of being her personal pussy-worshiper had turned me into a fucking expert. I started with broad, flat strokes, licking up every drop of her arousal, then focused on her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue in quick, rhythmic bursts. She gasped, her hips jerking forward, and I grinned against her pussy.

I switched tactics, sucking her clit into my mouth and rolling it gently between my lips while my fingers found her entrance. I slid two inside, curling them upward to find that spongy spot on her front wall, and when I hit it, Yuna screamed.

“Oh my god - fuck -” Her voice pitched high. “Minho - where did you -”

She couldn’t finish the thought because I was relentless. I added a third finger, stretching her open while my tongue traced figure-eights around her clit. I alternated between sucking, licking, and gentle nibbling, each technique pulling different sounds from her throat - gasps, moans, sharp inhales. Her pussy was clenching around my fingers, so wet that I could hear the obscene squelching sounds every time I thrust.

“Holy shit -” she gasped, her legs trembling. “I’ve literally never - ohh fuck - been eaten out this good before!” Her hand flew to my hair. “Like, where the fuck did you learn to do this? Did you watch tutorials or something? Because this is - ahh - insane!”

I didn’t answer. I was too busy finger-fucking her while my mouth worked her clit, and honestly, I was too proud of myself to stop and gloat. Some pathetic part of me needed to prove I was better than every Australian dancer, every LA producer, every backstage groupie she’d casually mentioned. Like winning this competition would somehow make the betrayal worth it. I felt like I was one-upping every guy she’d ever been with, and the thought made my cock rock-hard again, precum leaking into the pool.

Yuna’s screams echoed through the villa, bouncing off the walls. She threw her head back, one hand tangling in my hair and shoving my face harder against her mound, the other supporting her leaned-back torso on the paved stones. She was desperately trying to get my tongue deeper, her hips rocking against my face in frantic, unconscious thrusts.

“Oh god, oh fuck, oh -” She was babbling now, words spilling out between moans. “This is gonna trend on my body’s personal Twitter because I’m - fuck - I’m gonna cum so hard -”

Her thighs clamped around my head like a vice.

“Holy shit - I’m literally - fuck, I can’t -” The words dissolved into a scream, as if it wasn’t already painfully obvious what was happening.

Her entire body tensed, her legs locking around my head, and then she shattered. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers in rhythmic pulses, her back arching off the pool edge, her scream reaching a pitch that could probably shatter glass. And then she squirted - a gush of clear, warm fluid spraying across my face, drenching me as her orgasm ripped through her.

I kept going, riding out her climax, my tongue and fingers coaxing every last spasm from her trembling body. Her legs shook violently, her toes curled so hard they probably cramped, and her eyes rolled back in her head as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her stomach muscles contracted visibly, her small tits bouncing with each convulsion, and she let out these broken, breathless sobs that were somehow the hottest sounds I’d ever heard.

When it finally subsided, she collapsed back onto the stones, panting, her chest heaving, her entire body glistening with sweat and water. Her pussy was still twitching, aftershocks rolling through her.

“That’s -” she gasped, trying to catch her breath. “That’s never happened before. The squirting thing. Like, never.” She propped herself up slightly, looking down at me with wide eyes. “I’ve seen it in porn but I thought it was fake? Or like, only certain girls can do it?” She laughed breathlessly. “What the fuck. Seriously, where did you learn that?”

I smirked, wiping her juices off my face with the back of my hand. “You’re not the only one with tricks.”

She stared at me, the infamous siren who could conquer any man, reduced to a quivering, breathless wreck. I felt the tides turning, a dominating urge surging through me. I grabbed her by the neck - not hard, but firm - and pulled her toward me, my mouth brushing against her neck. She shuddered, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“Fuck,” she whimpered. “That’s - oh, that’s my spot -”

“You like that?” I whispered against her ear, my breath hot on her skin. “Want to know my secret?”

“Yes -” she breathed, her hand moving between her legs, furiously rubbing her still-pulsating clit. “Tell me.”

“Yeji,” I murmured, my teeth grazing her earlobe. “She taught me everything. How to worship pussy like it’s a religion. How to make a woman scream my name.” I licked up her neck slowly. “Every trick, every technique - years of practice. All from her.”

And there it was - weaponizing the most intimate parts of my relationship with Yeji to make her dongsaeng cum harder. Using years of trust and vulnerability as foreplay. I’d officially hit rock bottom, and apparently rock bottom had a sub-basement.

Yuna moaned, her fingers working faster as she imagined it - me and Yeji, tangled together, her teaching me, training me. “Fuck, that’s -” Her breathing quickened. “That’s so hot. Unnie’s been keeping you as her personal - ahh - secret weapon this whole time.”

Her juices mixed with the puddle of water beneath her, and I could tell she was about to cum again just from the mental image and her own fingers.

But my moment of dominance didn’t last long. Yuna recovered faster than I expected, that confident, seductive grin returning to her face even as her legs still trembled.

Of course she did. Because that’s who Yuna was - the girl who could get facefucked into a squirting orgasm and be back in control sixty seconds later. I’d been an idiot to think I’d actually gained the upper hand. She’d just let me borrow it for a minute.

“Okay, okay,” she said, pushing me away gently, her voice still breathy but gaining strength. “Your mouth game is literally S-tier. Like, hall of fame level.” She bit her lip, eyeing my erection. “But I need to know what you can do with that big boy now.”

She slipped back into the water, turning her back to me, her perfect ass pressing against my rock-hard cock. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes dark with hunger, that siren look creeping back.

“Come on, Minho,” she beckoned, arching her back and pushing her ass higher, the curve of her spine absolutely sinful. “Drive me crazy. Make me lose my mind. Show me why unnie keeps you locked down like limited edition merch.”

She reached back, her hand wrapping around my shaft, stroking slowly. “Prove to me why Yeji’s so obsessed with this cock that she won’t let anyone else near it.”

Her grip tightened slightly. “But like, don’t get cocky yet.” That wicked grin widened. “I’ve had a LOT of dick, oppa. All those industry boys, that one time with three guys from the company after MAMA - which was insane by the way.” She positioned my tip against her entrance, just barely touching. “You’ve got some serious competition. Better make it memorable.”

Chapter 5: The Siren’s Surrender Poolside chaos. When want becomes need becomes ruin.

I positioned myself behind Yuna, my cock throbbing with desperate need as I pressed the tip against her entrance. The heat radiating from her pussy was intoxicating. I could feel her lips beginning to part around my head, yielding to the pressure -

But then she reached between her legs, grabbed my cock with a firm grip, and yanked it downward.

The sudden movement threw me completely off balance. I fell forward, my cock sliding along the outside of her pussy instead of inside, and my pelvis collided with her ass with a resounding CLAP that echoed across the terrace. Water flew everywhere, splashing against the pool tiles and her back.

“Nu-uh,” she said with a breathy laugh, looking back at me over her shoulder. That siren look was back in her eyes. “Not yet.”

“Yuna -” I groaned, trying to angle my hips, but her hand was still wrapped around my shaft, keeping me exactly where she wanted me - which was anywhere but inside her.

“You haven’t begged yet,” she said, arching her back even more, that playful edge in her voice. The curve of her spine was sinful, her ass pushing higher, presenting herself while simultaneously denying me. “Come on, oppa. Tell me what you want.”

“You know what I want -”

“Yeah, but I wanna HEAR it.” Her grip tightened, stroking once slowly. “Say you want to fuck me. That you want to shove this thick cock inside me.” Her grin widened. “Use your words.”

She squeezed for emphasis, making me hiss through my teeth.

“Because like... do you actually want this?” Her voice dropped, more intimate now. “Want to know what all those other guys felt?” A pause. “Because if you don’t say it, you’re literally gonna be the only one who didn’t get to fuck me. How sad would that be?”

It was psychological warfare, and she was winning. I pulled back, trying to angle my cock up, to slip past her defenses, but she adjusted her grip instantly, keeping me on the edge of madness. I wrapped one arm around her waist for leverage, my other hand cupping her breast, squeezing hard, trying to distract her or overpower her coordination.

She just moaned, arching even more. “Mmm, that’s nice. But you’re still not inside me.”

“Come on, Minho.” Her free hand found mine on her breast, guiding me to pinch her nipple. “Just admit it. You’ve thought about this, right? About me?”

I tried to thrust forward. She adjusted her angle, my cock sliding along her lips but not in.

“All those times you watched our performances,” she continued, slightly breathless now from her own teasing. “Did you ever imagine this? Me bent over for you?”

“Yuna - fuck -”

“What about when you were with unnie?” Her voice got quieter, more dangerous. “Did you ever close your eyes and think about me instead? When you came inside her, did you ever picture my face?”

The mention of Yeji hit like cold water, but it mixed with the building desperation in my body. The image she was painting - forbidden, wrong, and exactly what some dark part of me had fantasized about.

“Yes!” The word exploded out of me, echoing across the villa. “Yes, okay? I’ve thought about you!” My hips bucked involuntarily. “Every time I saw you on stage, every time you walked around in those shorts that showed everything - I wanted you! I wanted to fuck you! Now please -”

The moment I said it, her hand released my cock.

I lunged forward and speared into her pussy with the force of a man possessed, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. It felt like I could split mountains with that momentum.

“FUCK!” Yuna screamed, her voice cracking, breaking on the word as I filled her completely.

Her pussy was different from Yeji’s - where Yeji was a calculated vice grip that squeezed every inch with almost intimidating precision, Yuna was softer, wetter, more yielding but still incredibly tight. Her walls fluttered around me, adjusting to my size, and the heat was overwhelming. She was slick with arousal, making every movement smooth and effortless, but the sensation was no less intense. If Yeji’s pussy was a weapon designed to dominate, Yuna’s was a sensual trap, designed to lure you in and never let go.

I pulled back slowly, feeling every ridge and fold, then slammed back in. Yuna gasped, her back arching further. I established a relentless rhythm, my hips pistoning as I fucked her standing doggy-style in the pool. Water sloshed around us with each thrust, splashing over the edge, the sound mixing with skin slapping against skin and Yuna’s increasingly desperate moans.

The sun had shifted higher now, turning the terrace into an oven. Sweat mixed with pool water, making our bodies slide together with each thrust. The smell of chlorine and sex hung heavy in the air.

“Oh god -” she gasped, her hands gripping the pool edge for stability. “Yes - fuck - just like that -”

I grabbed her hips harder, pulling her back to meet my thrusts. Each impact sent ripples through her ass, the perfect bounce that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from.

“Harder -” she breathed, then louder: “Harder!”

I obliged, increasing the force, the pace. The pool water churned around us.

“Oh my god -” She was talking between moans now, her voice high and broken. “I can’t - this is -” A sharp gasp as I hit something deep. “Okay the last time I got fucked this good was - ahh - Sydney maybe? That dancer?”

She tried to look back at me, her face flushed. “But like - fuck - he wasn’t this big - you’re literally - ahh - ruining me for everyone else -”

“Fuck’s sake, Yuna,” I grunted, the question coming out more aggressive than I intended. “How many guys have you fucked?”

“I - oh god -” She tried to think, but I didn’t slow down. “Like - ahh - ninety? Maybe a hundred?” Her voice pitched higher as I hit a particularly deep angle. “I literally stopped counting after North America because it got too complicated -”

“A hundred?” Something primal surged in me. I slammed into her harder, making her yelp. “And I’m better than all of them?”

“Yes -” It came out as a whimper. “Fuck yes - you’re - oh my god - you’re so much better - you’re ruining me -”

She was trying to sound confident, trying to maintain that seductress persona, but every word was broken by gasps and moans. Her body was betraying her, submitting to me in a way I could tell she wasn’t used to.

I fucked her for what felt like an eternity, my stamina somehow holding despite this being my fifth round of the day. The angle was perfect, letting me go deep, hitting spots that made her legs tremble and her voice break into these high, desperate sounds.

Finally, she reached back, her hand finding my hip, stopping me mid-thrust.

“Wait -” she panted, her whole body heaving. “I need - change positions -”

She pushed forward, and my cock slipped out of her pussy with an obscene pop. A large bubble of trapped air followed, surfacing with a wet burst that would’ve been funny if we weren’t both so far gone. Our mixed fluids leaked into the pool, cloudy ribbons swirling in the clear water.

Yuna pulled herself out of the pool, water streaming off her lithe body, cascading down those impossibly long legs. Chlorine and sex hung thick in the air. She climbed onto the lounge chair with feline grace, then laid back, her legs spreading wide in invitation.

She looked like a goddess sprawled on that lounge chair - tan skin glistening, legs spread wide, chest heaving. The contrast of her delicate features and the absolute debauchery of her expression was intoxicating.

I got another perfect view of her pussy - swollen, pink, gaping slightly from my fucking. Her lips were puffy, glistening with arousal, and below it, her tight, puckered asshole remained untouched, a forbidden promise for another time.

“Come here,” she breathed, one hand trailing down her stomach to spread herself open for me. “I want to feel you deeper.”

I followed her like a man possessed, water dripping from my body as I positioned myself over her. I squatted down, angling my cock - thoroughly coated with her juices - toward her entrance.

Before I could thrust, her impossibly long legs wrapped around my hips and pulled, forcing me inside in one slick, smooth motion. She gasped, her eyes going wide, and I groaned as the new angle let me sink even deeper than before.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered. “That’s - you’re so deep -”

I didn’t waste time. I started moving, building back to that punishing rhythm, and Yuna’s hands flew to my shoulders, pulling me down. Her lips found mine in a deep, desperate kiss. Our tongues tangled, our moans muffled as I fucked her with everything I had.

Her legs squeezed around my torso, her heels digging into my lower back, urging me deeper with each thrust. The lounge chair creaked beneath us, protesting the abuse.

“Mmph -” she gasped against my lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. “Yes - fuck - yes -”

Her hand slipped between our bodies, fingers finding her clit and rubbing frantically. The added stimulation made her pussy clench around me, fluttering, and I groaned.

I grabbed her waist with both hands, my grip tight enough to leave marks. The sensation drove her wild. Her entire body arched off the chair like she was possessed, her small tits pressing against my chest, her nails raking down my back hard enough to sting.

“Don’t stop -” she whimpered. “Please don’t stop - I’m so close -”

I could feel my own orgasm building, slow but inevitable. The fifth of the day, and somehow still powerful, that heat coiling in my balls. I broke the kiss, gasping, “Yuna - I’m - I’m gonna -”

“Wait!” Her eyes flew open, wide and commanding. She pushed against my chest with surprising strength, forcing me to pull back.

I stumbled, my cock slipping out, slick and throbbing and angry at being denied. I stared at her in confusion, chest heaving.

She sat up, a wicked grin spreading across her flushed face. Her hair was a mess, her lips swollen from kissing, her whole body glistening with sweat and pool water.

“Okay - my turn,” she breathed, voice rough with arousal. “You earned it.” She was already moving, that wicked grin spreading. “Let me - fuck - let me show you why guys literally can’t shut up about this.”

Chapter 6: The Siren’s Satisfaction Marathon riding. Exhaustion wearing the face of desire.

I collapsed back onto the lounge chair, my chest heaving, every muscle in my body screaming from exhaustion. Five orgasms. I’d already blown five loads today, and somehow this insatiable siren wanted more.

Yuna stood over me, water still dripping from her hair, that wicked grin on her face. She looked like a goddess backlit by the afternoon sun - all long legs and wet skin, her small tits perfect and perky, her pussy still glistening and swollen from the pounding I’d just given her.

“Your turn to just lay there,” she purred, climbing onto the chair. “I wanna feel you from this angle.”

As she turned around to straddle me reverse cowgirl, I took the opportunity to cheekily slap her ass. The sound echoed across the terrace, a sharp crack that seemed to hang in the humid air, and her ass jiggled from the impact in a way that was absolutely mesmerizing.

It was plumper than Yeji’s, I couldn’t help but notice. Where Yeji was an athletic freak of nature - her body sculpted from marble and countless hours of dance practice, abs that could grate cheese and an ass that was pure, toned muscle like a weapon forged in a gym - Yuna was slimmer overall but blessed with godly hips and an ass that had just enough give to be perfect. Perfect for grabbing, perfect for slapping, perfect for watching bounce.

“What?” she asked, looking back at me over her shoulder with a coy smile as she positioned herself over my lap. Her hair fell across one eye, still dripping with pool water.

“Your ass,” I said, not even trying to hide my appreciation. My hands found her hips automatically. “I’m obsessed with it. The way it bounces, the way it feels...” I squeezed for emphasis. “I could watch it all day.”

She bit her lip, feigning shyness but clearly pleased. “You’re not the first guy to say that while fucking me, you know.” Then her expression shifted to that wicked grin. “But you’re probably the fastest I’ve ever let inside me. Like, most guys have to work for it. Wine and dine, or at least buy me coffee.” She glanced back at my cock, still hard despite everything. “You should be proud. Badge of honor or whatever.”

As she spoke, she reached down between her legs, her fingers wrapping around my shaft. Without missing a beat in her monologue, she guided me to her entrance and sank down in one smooth, practiced motion. Her pussy swallowed me whole, still slick and hot from our previous round.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my head falling back against the chair. My hands gripped her waist tighter.

She moaned softly - just a little hum of satisfaction - and started rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles, getting comfortable, adjusting to the angle.

Then she glanced back at me, that teasing smirk playing on her lips.

“No wonder Yeji was screaming like that earlier,” she said breathlessly, already starting to move. There was something in her voice - a mix of jealousy and satisfaction, like she’d just confirmed a suspicion she’d been harboring. “You really know how to wreck a pussy.”

Before I could respond, she started riding in earnest. Her hair dripped water onto my chest, cold droplets contrasting with the heat of our bodies. Her hair dripped water onto my chest, cold droplets contrasting with the heat of our bodies. From this angle, I had a perfect view - her spine curving down to that perfect ass bouncing on my lap, water droplets catching sunlight on her skin. The wet skin-on-skin contact made every movement slicker, smoother, but somehow more intense.

The wet skin-on-skin contact made every movement slicker, smoother, but somehow more intense. Each time she rolled her hips, there was this slick, obscene sound, and I could feel every ridge and fold of her pussy as she moved.

“So,” she started, lifting herself up and dropping back down, establishing a rhythm. “I don’t usually fuck idols. Like Yeji does.”

“No?” I managed, my voice strained. She was moving faster now, really bouncing, and it was torture.

“Nah.” She bounced harder, her ass slapping against my thighs. “Male idols are so full of themselves. They think they’re God’s gift just because they have fangirls screaming their names.” She rolled her hips in a particularly devastating way. “But most of them? Terrible in bed. Like, genuinely bad.”

“How - how would you know?” I gasped as she picked up speed.

“Because I tried! Obviously.” She laughed breathlessly. “But nobody tells them they suck because they’re idols, you know? Too precious. So they just keep thinking they’re amazing when really they just -” She demonstrated with a few rough, graceless bounces. “ - pump away like that with zero technique.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, even through the pleasure. “So what, you - ah, fuck - you avoid them?”

“I hunt better prey.” She leaned back, changing the angle so I hit deeper, and we both groaned. “Guys who actually get how lucky they are, you know? Staff members, backup dancers, random hot guys I meet at clubs.” She was riding me harder now, really moving. “Because those guys? They actually try to make it good. They worship you like you’re doing them a favor.”

Her words were punctuated by moans and gasps as she rode me, her small tits bouncing with each movement. Water droplets flew from her hair, catching the sunlight.

My hands slid from her waist to her ass, grabbing, squeezing, trying to guide her movements but mostly just holding on. “You’re really good at this,” I groaned without thinking.

“At what?” She grinned down at me, knowing exactly what I meant.

“This. Riding. You’re - fuck - you’re incredible.”

“Yeah?” Her grin widened, something competitive flashing in her eyes. “You should feel lucky then. Most guys don’t get this far.” She bounced harder, as if to prove her point. “Actually, the last guy who got me this worked up was - mmm - Tuesday night? Wednesday morning? Right after our comeback stage.”

“Yeah?” I groaned.

“Yeah. He was cute. Quiet type.” She adjusted her angle, taking me deeper, and we both gasped. “Got him alone in one of the tech rooms and just - fuck - he went down on me for SO long. Like, I actually had to check my phone at one point to see if we had enough time before load-out.”

“Dedicated,” I managed.

“Right?” She was bouncing faster now, really riding me, chasing something. “Super eager. But his dick was like -” She made a so-so gesture with her hand while still moving. “Average? Maybe slightly above? Nothing like this.” She emphasized her point by dropping down hard, taking me to the hilt, and I groaned.

My orgasm was building rapidly. “Despite five previous loads, despite my wrecked body, despite my body being absolutely wrecked, she was riding me like it was a competition and she was determined to win. The way her pussy squeezed me, the visual of her ass bouncing, the sound of her voice mixing dirty stories with casual conversation - it was too much.

“Yuna -” I warned, my fingers digging into her hips. “I’m gonna -”

But she either didn’t hear me or didn’t care. She just kept riding, kept talking, her rhythm never breaking.

“Oh, and that dancer in LA -” She was breathless now, words coming out between gasps. “During our US leg - he had stamina but zero rhythm. Just - ahh - kept going and going but it was like - mmm - like fucking a metronome -”

I couldn’t hold back. My sixth orgasm of the day exploded out of me with a force that shocked even me. I bucked up involuntarily, burying myself as deep as possible as I pumped what felt like an impossible amount of cum deep into her pussy. I could feel it squirting out around my cock, our bodies too tightly pressed for it all to stay inside.

“Fuck!” I roared, every muscle in my body tensing, stars exploding behind my eyelids.

But Yuna just pressed a hand firmly against my chest, forcing me back down into the chair, and kept riding. She didn’t even pause. Didn’t even acknowledge it.

“ - and I literally had to fake it because he wasn’t getting me there -” she continued, as if I hadn’t just filled her with cum. “Which was so annoying because I was SO close but he just - ugh -”

The overstimulation was immediate and intense. My cock was hypersensitive, every movement of her pussy sending shockwaves through my body that bordered on painful. But she didn’t stop. She kept riding, kept talking, her rhythm never faltering even as my cum leaked out of her with each bounce.

“Then there was this producer guy - older, whatever -” She rolled her eyes even as she moved. “Came in like two minutes and acted like he did something impressive. Men are so -”

Her words cut off as she glanced down, finally noticing the absolute mess between us - cum coating both our thighs, dripping onto the chair, leaking out of her with each movement.

She looked back up at me, still riding, and asked almost conversationally, “Wait. Did you cum inside me?”

“Yes -” I gasped. “Yuna - please - I can’t -”

“Oh.” She said it so simply, so matter-of-factly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She processed this for a moment, still moving. Then shrugged. “Well, I’m not done yet, so...”

Then her talking shifted focus, and somehow this was worse.

“Unnie must really love this cock,” she said, her voice taking on a teasing edge as she rode me. “I bet she rode you just like this morning, huh? Did she bounce on it like this?” She demonstrated with a particularly hard drop that made me groan in agony-pleasure. “Did she take it this deep?”

“Yuna -”

“I bet her pussy isn’t as wet as mine though.” She was getting breathless now, chasing her own orgasm. “I bet she doesn’t get this sloppy. Wait, does she?”

All I could do was hold onto her waist for dear life, my fingers probably leaving bruises, as she used my oversensitive cock to get herself off. Her movements became more erratic, more desperate, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Fuck -” she whimpered. “Fuck, I’m - I’m gonna -”

And then she came. Hard.

Her entire body went rigid, her back arching like a bow, her pussy clamping down on my abused cock with industrial-grade suction - the kind Yeji bragged her Dyson had. She screamed - actually screamed -”Fuck - yes - Minho!” - her voice echoing off the villa walls.

Her orgasm seemed to last forever. Her walls spasmed around me in rhythmic pulses, her thighs shaking violently, her hands clawing at my chest hard enough to leave marks. Wave after wave crashed through her, her whole body trembling, and I watched in awe as this confident, cocky siren completely fell apart on top of me.

Spoiled brat always gets what she wants, I thought to myself.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she eased up. Her movements slowed to a gentle rock, then a stop. We were both panting, covered in sweat and pool water and cum. She lifted herself slowly, carefully, and my cock slipped out with a wet, obscene squelch.

We both looked down at the aftermath. My cock was glistening with our mixed fluids, still twitching slightly. Her pussy was absolutely wrecked - swollen, red, gaping slightly - with thick ropes of my cum leaking out and dripping onto my stomach in heavy globs.

Impulsively, without thinking, I reached down. I dipped my fingers into the cream pooling at her entrance, gathering some on my fingertips, and brought them to her lips.

She locked eyes with me - those dark, intense eyes - and slowly, sensually, licked my fingers clean. Her tongue swirled around each digit, lapping up every drop of our combined fluids while maintaining that intense eye contact.

In that moment, something passed between us. Not love - we weren’t delusional - but something. A deep, unspoken understanding. A connection forged through the most intense, raw, animalistic fucking either of us had experienced in a long time. We were both naked, breathless, absolutely destroyed, covered in each other’s fluids, and for a brief moment, time stood still.

The world was quiet except for our breathing.

And then we heard it.

The villa door banging open. Then slamming shut.

“YO!” Ryujin’s voice boomed through the house, loud and unmistakable, echoing off the walls. “ANYONE HOME?”

Yuna and I froze instantly.

Our eyes locked, going wide with panic. We were still in the exact same position - her straddling me on the lounge chair, cum leaking from her pussy, my hands on her hips, both of us completely naked and covered in evidence.

The exact same position I’d found her in when I first caught her masturbating on this very chair.

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Author’s Note

Whew - that’s the end of the first phase of the Yuna/Minho pool scene. Fun fact: the entire story was originally supposed to stop right here. This was meant to be a standalone Tumblr smut one-shot: sun, chlorine, reckless horniness. Yuna gets her victory lap, Minho gets obliterated with six orgasms, the chair survives (barely), and fade to black.

But then I had one intrusive, story-changing thought:

“Okay... but what if they got caught?”

And immediately everything unraveled in the best possible way. Because if anyone was going to walk in at the exact worst moment - kicking the door open, not giving a fuck, shouting “YO!” without a hint of shame - it would be Ryujin. And the moment she appears, the entire tone and trajectory of the story shifts. The chaos level spikes. The dynamics between the girls begin to matter. Minho stops being just a POV stand-in and becomes a character caught in their gravitational pull. The dom-leaning gremlin agent of sexual entropy has shows up, and suddenly Yuna isn’t the only siren on the terrace anymore.

From this interruption, the whole saga grew legs: the rivalry, the jealousy, the emotional depth under all the smut, the mythology of each girl - all of it starts here, with Ryujin barging in.

So if this chapter feels like the end of something - it is. But it’s also the moment the real story begins.

Thank you for surviving Yuna’s first act of terrorism - I hope you enjoyed every unhinged, chlorine-soaked second of it.

With five minutes remaining, Yujin was already leaning back, her paper face-down, watching the dust dance in the light. She looked calm, steady, and entirely sure of herself.

"Five minutes," Ms. Kwon called out, checking her watch with a sharp nod.

When the bell finally rang, the room exhaled.

"Papers to the front," Ms. Kwon said, gesturing with a brisk wave of her hand. "Don’t forget, there will be no office hours tomorrow. The TA and I have to grade the papers. They should be done by Wednesday."

—

The atmosphere in the class was a sharp contrast to the chaotic energy of the regular math wing. Here, the only sound was the rhythmic scratching of pens and the low hum of the wall heater.

You sat in the back row, your notebook open to the day's notes, though your eyes were fixed on the front of the room. Beside you, Karina leaned back, her long hair falling over the back of her chair. She was one of the few who could actually keep pace with the lecture, which meant she could spend most of her time observing you.

"You're unusually quiet today, y/n," she whispered, her voice a low velvet that barely carried past your desk. She leaned in closer, the faint scent of her perfume cutting through the scent of pencil lead. "Are you actually worried about your students taking Ms. Kwon’s quiz right now? I didn't think you had a heart to fret with."

You didn't pause your pen. "I'm not worried, Karina. My job was to give them the logic. What they do with it during the quiz is none of my concern."

"Spoken like someone trying to convince himself," she teased, a small, knowing smirk playing on her lips. She tapped the edge of your notebook with her pen. "You’ve checked the wall clock three times since the bell rang. You're wondering if they're struggling, aren't you?"

"I'm checking the clock because the lecture is boring," you replied coldly. "If they fail, they fail. There's nothing more that could be done."

"Sure," she hummed, turning back to her own work. "But I have a feeling they’re more prepared than you think. You have a way of... leaving an impression on people."

—

As the bell rang, the usual post-quiz chatter was as frantic as ever.

"The second page was almost identical to problems he did on the board," Wonyoung murmured, adjusting her bag as she walked alongside Yujin.

Yujin nodded, her expression unreadable. "It wasn't a trick. It was just the logic he kept stressing. If you followed the steps, the answer was already there."

Wonyoung slowed her pace, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she leaned closer to Yujin. "Is that so? Because you looked a little too focused. Honestly, Yujin... were you actually solving the problems, or were you just thinking about him the whole time you were writing?"

Yujin’s pace faltered for a split second, a sudden, sharp heat climbing up her neck. "I, what? Don't be ridiculous," she stammered, her voice an octave higher than usual as she stared straight ahead. "I was perfectly normal. I was just focused on the quiz and the derivatives. I wasn't thinking about... anything else."

"Your face says otherwise," Wonyoung hummed, looking delighted.

"I’m just warm from the lecture hall," Yujin countered quickly, clutching her bag strap. "You’re so annoying, Wonyoung."

—

The rest of Monday passed in its usual, blur-like efficiency. You followed the same rigid loop you always did: finishing your final classes, heading to practice, followed by dinner and then finishing the day with homework. 

Tuesday rolled by with a similar, predictable rhythm. Classes bled into one another, and before you knew it, the final bell of the day had rung, and the campus began its slow transition into the post-school rush of clubs, sports, and study sessions.

A fresh sign was taped to the door of room 1120, the bold ink leaving no room for interpretation: NO OFFICE HOURS. DO NOT DISTURB.

Inside, the room was silent, save for the rhythmic scratch of your red pen against the final few papers. You were leaning back, focused entirely on the work in front of you. There was no one else in the room; the empty chairs felt like a barrier between you and the rest of the school's noise.

The door creaked open, breaking the silence.

Yuna stood in the doorframe, her presence immediately commanding the room. She had clearly seen you through the small window, and while she definitely noticed the sign, she didn't care in the slightest.

You didn't look up immediately. You finished marking a final bracket, capped your pen with a deliberate click, and finally shifted your gaze toward her. You weren't angry, but your tone was firm.

"The sign is usually there for a reason, Yuna," you said, gesturing slightly to the door.

Instead of retreating, Yuna took a slow, deliberate step into the room, letting the door click shut behind her. She leaned her shoulder against the frame, a playful, soft smile tugging at her lips as she tilted her head.

"I know," she murmured, her voice dropping into a lower, more confident tone. She let her gaze linger on yours before looking at the stack of papers on your desk. "But it's so quiet in here, and the sign says 'Do Not Disturb.' Doesn't that just mean we won't be interrupted?"

She stepped towards the closest desk, her eyes bright with a new kind of daring. "Can't I stay for just a little bit? I'm sure you can make an exception for your favorite student."

You leaned back in your chair, your expression remaining stoic, though the air in the room seemed to shift with her proximity.

"You can’t stay, Yuna," you said, your voice steady and cool. "You can’t see the quizzes until Ms. Kwon officially releases the grades. If anyone walked in and saw you in here while the stack is still open on my desk, it would be an issue for both of us."

Yuna didn't flinch. She actually leaned in a little closer, resting her hand on the edge of the desk closest to the door, her gaze fixed on yours. "Then I guess it’s a good thing you’re so good at keeping secrets, isn't it? I won't tell if you won't."

You looked at her hand resting on the edge of the desk, then back up into her expectant, daring eyes.

She’s not going to take no for an answer, is she. The thought flickered through your mind with a hint of genuine amusement. You hadn't expected her to find this much backbone, but now that she had, it was clear that a simple dismissal wasn't going to work.

A small, almost imperceptible sigh escaped your lips, not one of annoyance, but of weary concession. Your voice lost its sharp, icy edge, replaced by a tone that was still firm, but notably softer.

"Fine," you said, gesturing with your pen toward the table she was leaning on. "Go sit over there. But if you’re staying, stay quiet. I still have the rest of the stack to finish, and I need to focus. Don't bother me while I’m grading."

Yuna’s entire face brightened, a triumphant but contained smile spreading across her lips. She didn't push her luck by saying anything loud; "Whatever you say, boss," as she slid into the chair with a newfound grace, leaning her chin on her palm as she settled in.

The silence returned, though it felt heavier now. You went back to your work, the red pen moving with practiced precision across the final few pages. Even without looking up, you could feel Yuna’s gaze lingering on you from the corner, constant and unblinking. It was a distraction, but one you chose to ignore as you finished the last mark.

You stood up, tapping the stack of papers against the desk to align them. "I’m finished," you said, your voice cutting through the quiet. "I need to head back upstairs to put these in Ms. Kwon’s mailbox so she has them tomorrow morning."

Yuna started to stand, likely to follow you, but you gestured for her to stay put.

"Just wait here," you told her, your tone level. "The halls are still busy, and I’d rather not have people seeing us walk out together while I'm holding the class results. I’ll be back in five minutes."

She sat back down, a small, knowing hum vibrating in her throat as she leaned her chin on her palm again. "Take your time. I’ll wait here just for you."

You stepped out into the hallway, the cool air of the corridor a sharp contrast to the room you just left. You moved with your usual efficiency, climbing the stairs and sliding the folder into Ms. Kwon’s narrow mailbox before turning back toward the TA room.

—

While you were making your way through the quiet upstairs corridors toward Ms. Kwon’s office, the hallway outside the TA room was far from empty.

Wonyoung and Yujin were walking toward the exit, their footsteps echoing in the hallway. They both slowed to a halt as they reached your door. The bold NO OFFICE HOURS. DO NOT DISTURB sign was impossible to miss, yet through the small rectangular window, the room wasn't empty.

Yuna was sitting at the front corner table, looking remarkably comfortable as she waited for your return.

Wonyoung’s eyebrows shot up, a mixture of disbelief and immediate suspicion crossing her face. She leaned closer to the glass. "Is that... Yuna? In there? Alone?"

"He told us he was going to be busy grading today," Wonyoung said, her voice dropping as she pointed at the door. "He literally taped a very explicit 'Do Not Disturb' warning to the handle."

"And yet, she's sitting in there like she owns the place," Yujin added, her voice flat. She watched through the window as Yuna leaned back, looking entirely too relaxed for a student in a TA's private workspace.

Wonyoung tried the handle, but it was locked. She tapped lightly on the glass to get Yuna's attention, but Yuna simply looked over, saw them, and offered a slow, deliberate wave before turning back to the room, looking entirely unbothered.

"She’s actually smirking," Wonyoung noted, her eyes narrowing with a sharp edge of annoyance.

"He said he was busy today," Yujin muttered, her grip tightening on her bag strap as she stared at the sign that apparently didn't apply to everyone.

Wonyoung turned to Yujin, a sharp, calculating glint in her eyes. "Maybe you need to start doing the same."

Yujin blinked, looking at her friend in total confusion. "What? Why?"

"Because being the 'good student' just gets you a locked door and a sign," Wonyoung said, gesturing toward the glass. "But being a distraction? That seems to get you a seat at his desk. If you want his attention, you have to stop waiting for him to give it to you."

"I don't want his attention," she said firmly, gripping her books slightly harder.

Wonyoung’s eyes narrowed as she stared through the glass at Yuna’s relaxed silhouette. "Where even is he?" she hissed, looking up and down the empty corridor. "He wouldn't just leave her in the room alone unless they were... I don't know, doing something more than just math."

Yujin didn't answer, her gaze fixed on the "Do Not Disturb" sign that seemed to mock them. The unfairness of it stung more than she cared to admit. "Maybe he's just in the supply closet," she suggested, though her voice lacked conviction.

"In the dark? Please," Wonyoung scoffed.

They stood there before the sound of your footsteps approaching from the stairwell made them jump.

Suddenly, the heavy fire door at the end of the stairwell groaned open. The rhythmic, unmistakable sound of your dress shoes clicking against the hard floor began to echo through the hallway—steady, purposeful, and getting closer by the second.

"Shit, he's coming!" Wonyoung gasped, her cool exterior vanishing in an instant.

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed Yujin’s sleeve. The two of them spun on their heels and broke into a frantic speed-walk, their sneakers squeaking against the floor as they rounded the far corner into the South Hall. They disappeared from view just seconds before you turned into the corridor.

—

You arrived at the door, oblivious to the near-collision, and found the hallway empty. You fished your keys from your pocket, unlocked the door, and stepped back inside.

Yuna looked up from the corner table, her chin still resting on her hand. "That was a long five minutes, boss. Get caught up in a conversation?"

"No, just had to ask a teacher to open the door to the lounge." you replied, walking back to your desk. 

You reach under the desk, pulling out your heavy school bag and then walk to the corner to grab your tennis bag.

"I'm locking up," you said, your voice echoing slightly in the now-empty room. 

Yuna didn't look dismissed. Instead, she stood up with a rhythmic, easy grace, smoothing out her skirt before slinging her own bag over her shoulder. She walked right alongside you, not behind you, her presence assertive but not overbearing.

As you both begin to walk toward the exit, Wonyoung and Yujin peek out from the turn in the middle of the hall.

Wonyoung and Yujin were practically fused with the lockers, their breath hitched as they peered around the corner. From their view, they saw everything: the way Yuna matched your stride perfectly, her posture relaxed and startlingly intimate.

"Is she... walking with him?" Wonyoung whispered, her voice trembling. Her grip on the corner of the wall tightened, but she immediately glanced sideways at Yujin, her expression flickering with a sudden softness.

"Does he ever hang around after he's done with his work?" Yujin asked, her voice low and hollow. She watched as the two of you passed under a hallway light, the distance between you and Yuna looking far too small for a TA and a student.

Then, Yuna’s voice drifted back to them, clear and teasing.

"So," she said, tilting her head toward you. "You don't have practice for another half hour, and you're already done with the grading. What do you want to do? There’s still thirty minutes left."

The words drifted down the hall, making the two girls pause. Wonyoung pulled back behind the wall, leaning her head against the cool surface with a dry, frustrated exhale.

"Thirty minutes of free time," she muttered, her voice more annoyed than devastated. "And he’s spending it with her? On Thursday he definitely made it sound like he was going to be buried in work. That sign was pretty convincing."

"But I guess he finished early for Yuna," Yujin noted, her gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before she looked back up, her expression a mix of resignation and mild discomfort. It stung to see the "Do Not Disturb" rule get bent so easily, but she wasn't about to let it ruin her afternoon. To them, it felt like a bit of a snub; a door that had been firmly closed to the group but left slightly open for one person.

Wonyoung glanced at Yujin, checking her reaction with a subtle, sympathetic tilt of her head. She saw the flicker of unease in Yujin's eyes and straightened her blazer, letting out a small, huffing laugh. "Well, if he’s 'not busy' anymore, I’m curious to see just how far this special treatment goes."

You and Yuna started down the concrete staircase, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the enclosed space. The stairwell felt private, shielded from the prying eyes and ears in the main hallway above.

"I don't know," you replied, your voice losing its formal edge. "I wasn't really planning on spending the rest of my period with you."

You didn't say it to push her away. It was a rare, honest admission, a break from your usual calculated routine. You looked straight ahead as you descended, the weight of your tennis bag shifting against your shoulder, but there was a subtle looseness in your posture that suggested you weren't exactly rushing to get rid of her either.

The heavy fire door groaned as Wonyoung and Yujin slipped into the stairwell, moving as silently as they could. The concrete walls acted like a megaphone, carrying the voices from below right up to their ears.

"Well, life is full of surprises, isn't it?" Yuna’s voice drifted up, playful and echoing. "Besides, you're the one who told me to stay in the classroom alone. You basically kidnapped me."

Wonyoung froze, her hand hovering over the railing. Her eyes went wide, reflecting a mix of shock and pure indignation. Kidnapped? The word felt like a physical spark in the quiet stairwell. She looked over at Yujin. 

Beside her, Yujin shifted on her feet, a cold knot of discomfort tightening in her chest. The sheer casualness in Yuna’s tone suggested an intimacy that made the air in the hallway feel stifling. She looked away, feeling like an intruder on a conversation she was never meant to hear.

Just as the two girls began to creep down the first flight of stairs to get a better look, the bottom door clicked open.

You stepped out into the crisp afternoon air, the sun hitting your face. You didn't look back at the door as it swung shut, but you did glance at Yuna, who was trailing just a half-step behind you.

"I didn’t want to have the quizzes in my hand while walking next to you, Yuna. There's a difference," you corrected, though a faint, almost invisible tug at the corner of your mouth betrayed your amusement. You weren't about to admit that your "no distraction" rule was failing spectacularly.

Behind the exit door, Wonyoung and Yujin watched the two of you walk toward the open quad. They were close enough to see that ghost of a smile on your face, the one you apparently never wore in the halls.

"He's actually enjoying himself," Yujin whispered, her voice barely audible.

Wonyoung didn't answer. She just pushed the door open a crack, watching as you led Yuna away from the main campus traffic.

As you and Yuna stepped out of the building into the main courtyard, the atmosphere shifted instantly. The quad was far from empty, and the sight of you walking side-by-side with one of the school's most pretty girls acted like a lightning rod.

"Is that him?" a girl whispered, nudging her friend. "And Yuna? I thought he didn't even talk to students outside of class."

The murmurs followed you like a low hum. You kept your gaze fixed forward, your expression neutral, though you were acutely aware of the eyes on your back.

"I need to grab something to eat before practice," you said, your voice low enough that only she could hear. "Can we head to the store?"

"Sure, whatever you want," Yuna replied

You led the way to the small convenience shop just outside the school gates. Inside, the bell chimed as you walked to the refrigerated section. You picked up a pre-made sandwich, simple, efficient, and quick. Turning to Yuna, you caught her watching you with a curious expression.

"Do you want anything?" you asked.

"No," she replied, her voice uncharacteristically soft. "I'm not hungry."

You paid and began the long walk back toward the athletic wing. Since you still had twenty minutes to spare, you chose the perimeter path, the scenic route that bypassed the crowded cafeteria. The silence between you was surprisingly comfortable until you unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite.

Yuna watched you, her eyes trailing the movement of your hand. "Can I have a bite?" she asked suddenly, her voice tilting with a hint of a flirtation.

You slowed your pace, looking down at the sandwich and then back at her. A month ago, you hadn’t even known her name; a week ago, she was just another face in the room. Even now, after this strange afternoon, you weren't exactly close.

"Fine," you muttered reluctantly. The sandwich was already sliced into two neat triangles—perfectly symmetrical, perfectly separate. To you, it was the logical solution. Letting her take a direct bite from your half felt unnecessary and, more importantly, far too personal for two people who were essentially still strangers.

You hold out the other half to her.

"No," Yuna said suddenly, stopping in her tracks. She looked at the sandwich and then up at you with a playful, expectant glint in her eyes. "I don't want a whole piece. I just want a bite."

"Just take the other half, Yuna," you insisted, lifting it out the tinfoil. You held it out to her, your expression fixed in its usual professional mask. "It’s already cut. It’s easier and less messy."

Yuna’s face immediately fell. She looked at the half in your hand, then back at the sandwich in yours, her lower lip pouting out in a visible display of disappointment. She clearly wanted the "share a bite" moment, not the "other half" moment.

"You're no fun," she mumbled, but she took the piece anyway, biting it with a dramatic, exaggerated sigh of defeat.

Behind the corner of the gymnasium, Wonyoung and Yujin were huddled together, eyes wide.

"He shared his food," Yujin whispered, her voice trembling. "He just... gave her half his sandwich."

"He’s still letting her follow him," Wonyoung added, her brow furrowed as she watched Yuna lean against the fence with such ease. "Why is he even letting her follow him all the way here?"

She looked at Yujin and saw the quiet discomfort on her friend's face. Wonyoung’s irritation shifted into a weary sort of protective frustration. She didn't want to stand there and analyze Yuna's "victory" anymore.

"Whatever," Wonyoung sighed, pulling Yujin back from the edge of the wall. She adjusted her bag, her tone turning brisk to shake off the mood. "Let him give away his food. We're wasting our time standing here in the dirt. Let’s just go to practice."

The two girls turned away and headed toward the gymnasium.

—

The afternoon sun was still bright as you and Yuna walked toward the athletic wing. The silence was comfortable, at least on her end, as she maintained that effortless, steady stride right beside you.

"So," Yuna started, her voice casual as she glanced at the bag where you’d tucked the rest of your materials. "Since I went through the trouble of ignoring your very scary sign, are you going to tell me how I did? Give me a hint. Did I pass?"

You didn't slow your pace, keeping your eyes on the path ahead. "I can't tell you that, Yuna. You’re not supposed to know your grade before it’s officially posted."

"Aw c’mon" she repeated with a small, amused huff. "You and your rules. Come on, I saw you grading them. You have to remember mine. Was it over 90?"

You stopped in the middle of the path and finally looked at her, shifting your gear bag. "Actually, I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to. Your paper wasn't in the stack I graded today."

Yuna blinked, her confident smirk faltering for a fraction of a second. "What? Why not?"

"I think mine was only the top section of the alphabet," you noted, continuing your walk toward the courts. "Ms. Kwon probably kept the rest. Since you weren’t in my pile, I never even saw your quiz."

She let out a short, dry laugh, regaining her composure as you reached the perimeter of the tennis courts. She stopped at the gate, leaning against the fence with her usual effortless, cool posture. Even without the answer she wanted, she didn't seem particularly bothered—just amused by the situation.

Yuna chuckled, tossing her hair back as she looked you over. "And here I thought I was special," she said, tilting her head with a playful, mock-disappointed sigh." 

As you approached the tennis courts she offered a slow, deliberate wave, her eyes gleaming. "Go on then, get to your practice. Good luck! Fighting!"

"Bye, Yuna," you replied, finally stepping onto the court.

"See you tomorrow," she called out, already turning to head back toward the main building with a confident swing in her step.

"Wait, was that actually Yuna dropping you off?" your friend Minho asked, his voice a mix of genuine confusion and disbelief. He walked over with his racket in hand, looking past you at her retreating figure. "How did that even happen? I walked past the classroom earlier and saw that 'Do Not Disturb' sign. I figured you were locked in there like a hermit."

He nudged your shoulder with his elbow, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "Is our star player finally getting a girlfriend?"

You let out a weary sigh, dropping your bag onto the bench and reaching for your racket. "What, no. She just kept following me. I told her I was busy, but she just sat down and wouldn’t take no for an answer. I couldn't exactly throw her out."

Minho laughed, tossing a ball into the air and catching it. "She just kept following you? Right. Because that happens to all of us."

—

The heavy double doors of the gymnasium groaned open as Wonyoung and Yujin walked inside. The air was thick with the rhythmic thud of basketballs and the sharp scent of floor wax. Students were scattered across the bleachers, changing shoes and chatting before the coach arrived.

Wonyoung scanned the crowd, her eyes landing on a familiar figure by the equipment rack. "Hey, Karina!" she called out, pulling a reluctant Yujin along.

Karina looked up, a playful glint in her eyes as she watched them approach. "Cutting it a bit close today, aren't you? Coach is going to have us doing laps if we aren't ready in two minutes."

"We got held up," Wonyoung said, trying to sound casual as she leaned against a nearby bench. She lowered her voice slightly. "Hey, you know y/n right? He’s our TA for math"

Beside her, Yujin’s head snapped up. She looked at Wonyoung with wide, panicked eyes, her face flushing as she realized where this was going. She gave a small, desperate shake of her head, silently pleading with Wonyoung to drop it before things got even more awkward.

Karina didn't miss the look. She leaned back against the rack, crossing her arms with a knowing smirk. "Of course I know him. He’s one of my best friends. Why the sudden interest, Wonyoung? Looking for some extra credit?"

Wonyoung ignored Yujin’s frantic signaling, leaning in closer to Karina and lowering her voice. "Not exactly. I'm just curious, you know? Like, does he even have an ideal type? Or is he actually into anyone right now? He’s always so locked in and professional, it’s like he doesn't even realize girls exist. Oh, maybe he’s dating someone already. Is he?"

Yujin felt the blood rush to her face so quickly she thought she might actually faint. Wonyoung, stop. Please, just stop, she screamed internally. What are you even saying right now? You sound so obvious! And now Karina is going to tell him, and he’s going to know we were asking. She squeezed her eyes shut for a second, her mind racing with the image of you sitting at your desk, calm and composed, while Wonyoung acted like a desperate detective. We look so pathetic right now, she thought, her fingers knotting together.

Suddenly, Karina’s eyes lit up, and she leaned forward, her face breaking into a wide, excited grin. She practically vibrated with energy as she looked between the two of them. "Wait, wait! Are you actually interested in him? Oh my god, I can totally see it! You and him?" Karina gushed, her voice echoing a little too loudly for Yujin’s comfort.

Wonyoung immediately straightened up, waving her hands in a frantic time-out gesture. "No! No, no, no. It’s not for me, Karina. I'm definitely not interested in him like that," she insisted, her voice sharp with denial.

Karina’s grin didn't fade; it just morphed into something more analytical. She shifted her gaze, her eyes landing briefly on Yujin before looking back at Wonyoung. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a low, playful hum. "Okay... so if it’s not for you, then who is it for? Because you don't just ask about a guy's ideal type for a stranger."

Yujin felt like she was standing under a spotlight. She kept her head down, her heart hammering against her ribs so hard she was sure they could hear it. Wonyoung, just walk away. Don't say anything else. Please.

Wonyoung caught Yujin's panicked vibe and gave a small, mysterious smirk to cover it up. She adjusted the strap of her gym bag, looking Karina right in the eye. "I can't tell you yet. It’s... a work in progress. I’ll give you a hint later."

Karina’s gaze shifted. She didn't look at Wonyoung anymore; instead, her eyes settled on Yujin. She watched the way Yujin was practically trying to merge with the floorboards, her ears tinted a deep crimson and her hands twisting the fabric of her uniform.

Karina was smart, she hadn't become one of your best friends by being oblivious. A slow, knowing look crossed her face. She didn't say anything out loud, but the way her head tilted as she studied Yujin’s sheer internal crisis said everything. She had clearly connected the dots between Wonyoung's "confidential inquiry" and the girl currently vibrating with embarrassment next to her.

"I see," Karina murmured, her voice softened but laced with a heavy dose of amusement. She reached out and patted Yujin’s shoulder as she walked past toward the center of the court. "Good luck with your 'work in progress,' Wony."

Then, she leaned in slightly toward Yujin, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and genuine support. "And don't worry too much, Yujin," she whispered, giving her a playful grin.

Yujin let out a shaky breath she hadn't realized she was holding, finally looking up as Karina walked away. "Wonyoung," she hissed, her voice a mix of a sob and a growl. "Now she thinks I like him!"

Wonyoung didn't look bothered at all. She began walking toward the locker room to drop off her extra gear, her pace casual as she glanced back at her friend.

"Don’t you like him? When will you finally admit it?" she asked, her voice stretching into a long, whiny trail. She slumped her shoulders forward, looking at Yujin with a dramatic pout. "Come on, Yujin, admit it already! My ears are going to fall off if I have to keep listening to you deny it!"

"But, I don't!" Yujin shot back, though the heat in her face told a completely different story. She hurried to keep up, her sneakers squeaking against the polished floor.

"So why were you acting like that when I was talking to Karina?" Wonyoung asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow as she pushed open the locker room door. "You looked like you were about to pass out."

"Because you’re acting like I like him!" Yujin whispered-yelled, looking around to make sure the other girls weren't eavesdropping by the lockers. "You’re making it weird!"

Wonyoung let out a light laugh and tossed her bag onto the bench. "How do you know I was talking about you? I never said your name. It could’ve been someone else."

Yujin opened her mouth to argue, but she stalled, realizing Wonyoung had technically kept it vague—even if it was blindingly obvious to anyone with eyes. She groaned, covering her face with her hands for a split second.

Wonyoung swipes through some images. My eyes go wide seeing the series of provocative pics she took - closeups of her lips, chest, the curve of her hip. She watches me closely.

"Do you like them?" She asks with a flirty wink. My mouth goes dry as my eyes drink in the sight of my gorgeous older sister posed so temptingly. I manage a weak nod in response as she never showed me like this.

"Mmm I took them just for you." She confesses, leaning in close and wrapping an arm around me. My heart pounds in my chest. This can't be real…but it's happening!

"I bet you've got quite the reaction going on under there huh?" She teases, reaching down and giving me an affectionate squeeze.

Wonyoung and I no longer have the chance to spend as much time together as we used to, especially since she’s been so busy with her career in IVE. She’s changed a lot over time, and it’s clear she’s grown taller and become even healthier. She’s no longer the same Wonyoung I once knew as her brother.

Swallowing hard, I gather some courage and lean in closer to her, whispering "You look…so beautiful sister…" My fingers trace lightly over her exposed leg.

Wonyoung giggles. "You're so cute when you blush like that." She bites her lip, her eyes searching mine. "You know…you're grown pretty handsome yourself." She lifts her chin, inviting my gaze to drop lower to her lips.

"Say something…say I'm hot." She whispers breathily.

Even though I know I'm not the most attractive guy, Wonyoung's words send a flutter through my chest. I can see the genuine affection in her eyes as she looks at me. She really does think I'm…cute…

She shifts, moving closer until our noses almost touch. "Come on, say it…say your big sister is hot!." Her voice is soft but commanding. I nod mutely, my throat dry. "Y-you're hot, sister…" I croak out.

Wonyoung leans back and asks "Hey, btw this question got me wondering…" She says slowly, her voice low. "What do you think a typical brother and sister relationship should be like?"

She watches me carefully, head tilted expectantly, waiting to hear my opinion on something much more profound than normal sibling dynamics. Her eyes are curious yet almost flirty.

I nod dumbly, not knowing what else to say. "Loving and…trusting," I murmur, feeling like those words don't quite capture the complexity of sibling bonds.

But Wonyoung takes my response and runs with it. She slides closer, her hip brushing against mine. "Mmmm loving and trusting…"

"Maybe…more than just loving?" "A brother and sister who really…connect."

"What do u mean?" I asked.. Wonyoung swallows hard before explaining. "What I mean is…in the most ideal, close-knit family, the brother owns the sister completely. And the sister owns the brother just the same."

She reaches out and strokes my cheek gently. "No limits, no holding back" Her words make me blink in surprise, where did she develop this kind of mindset from throughout these years?

"I should be your first.. No outside partners allowed." She declares firmly.

Wonyoung gazes at me hopeful yet serious, clearly laid out her vision for us.

Wonyoung puts her hand upon my shoulder trying to hug and then kiss me. I held back as I say "Sister what are u doing!!!?".. Wonyoung pouts when I protest, but keeps holding me tighter. "Shhh…" she whispers against my lips before planting a soft kiss there. "Didn't u say our bond should be of loving and trusting?."

She pulls back just enough to speak again, her breath hot on my face. "You're my brother…and I'm your sister. Isn't this loving between us?" She tries coaxing, hand trailing down my chest.

Wonyoung seeks to reassure as she leans in again, more insistently this time. I can feel her want, yet the wrongness of it all makes me hesitant.

Before I can react, Wonyoung crashes her lips onto mine in a deep, demanding kiss. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she takes control. The kiss is aggressive, all tongue and teeth. Unable to deny her any longer, I give in completely in the kiss. My lips part eagerly beneath hers, savoring the intoxicating sweetness of her kiss. One hand rises to grip her waist tightly as the other tangles in her hair, pulling her closer.

She tastes like everything I've ever craved without knowing it. I surrender completely, losing myself in the dangerous allure of this twisted intimacy between us.

"Huh? U liked it right…" Wonyoung says.

Wonyoung smiles victoriously against my mouth, pleased she's gotten me to respond. "Mmm…good boy…" she whispers, running her fingers through my body. Her hands begin working at my shirt buttons, trying to remove it impatiently.

"You're already mine aren't you brother?" Her voice is low and sultry, her eyes shining with delight at having me under her spell.

She tugs at my shirt again insistently, waiting for me to obey…

She pushes my shirt open, exposing my chest.

"Shhh…" she hushes me again, biting her lip as she palms me through thin fabric. "Do you like that sis…is making you feel good?"

She shrugs off her shirt first, tossing it aside carelessly as she unhooks her bra next. It falls away, releasing her flawless form completely to me. She shakes her hair out, gazing down at me expectantly.

Her tits were perfectly proportioned, small medium sized yet supple. Her bosom is a delicate handful, delicate pink nipples starts to make my mouth watery & hungry.

"Well?" she asks coyly, fingers releasing me just long enough to begin shrugging out of her pants next. "Are you going to watch your sister strip?" Her voice drops another octave, daring me.

My eyes widen slightly when she fully reveals herself to me. I never dreamed this scene totally in my lifetime.

"Do you like it, brother?" She breathes, hands coming to rest on her hips. She pushes slightly against me, seeking contact. "Tell me…" she asks demandingly.

"Come now, get on your knees." Wonyoung orders. She wants me low before she grants me any further privileges.

She takes her own swaying breast in hand and guides it towards my mouth.

"Suck" she commands, voice rough yet compelling. I part my lips obediently and she presses forward, my tongue meeting the stiff peak. She gasps at the contact.

"Yes that's it…" she praises, running fingers through my hair again as I begin to suckle eagerly. Her sweet nectar coats my tongue, sweaty flavors making me thirsty for more. I lose myself in the sensation - it smells and tastes so good. Her skin, the weight of her supple figure in my mouth.

"Mmm yes, keep going, make them feel good…" Wonyoung crooks a leg behind me, pulling me closer until I'm fully engaged between her thighs. Releasing her tits from my mouth, I glance up at Wonyoung with a silent question. She nods eagerly in response.

"Taste me brother…" she purrs, guiding me lower.

I settle between her thighs, inhaling her heady aroma before diving in. I take and deep breathe and start licking her clit. She cries out, hands gripping the sheets as I lose myself in bringing her pleasure.

My senses are overwhelmed, the salty-sweet musk of her, the velvety give of her pussy lips against my tongue, the rhythmic pulsing against my tasting buds as I relentlessly stoke that bundle of nerves. Wonyoung gets so wet and squirts over my mouth as she moans.

"Yes…just like that!" sister gasps out, bucking against my mouth as I drive her wild. Wonyoung grabs my head and pushes me more deep inside her.

Wonyoung squirts more inside my mouth as I swallow it all. My jaw aches from her insistently grinding on my tongue but I don't care - I want to obey, to make her cry out louder.

"Don't stop! Make me come on your tongue!" she cries.

Now the most extreme part, without warning, I feel a hot stream splash across my face and into my mouth. Wonyoung releases a surprised laugh as I'm suddenly showered in my own sibling's piss warmth.

"Well well, did you like your sibling's taste?" she asks teasingly, still catching her breath. I genuinely replied her I loved it because why not? It tasted so delicious yet taboo. She reaches down and wipes out the dampness from my face by licking me with her tongue.

"There now, all cleaned up." She grins.

`😁' continues

Wonyoung sinks gracefully to her knees before me, running her palms up my thighs as she looks up with a coy smile. "My turn to return the favor…" Blowjob time!!~ Now as she takes me in fully in one smooth motion. I bite back a groan at the sudden enveloping warmth.

Her tongue swirls expertly around my length as she begins to move, focused solely on me now. I tangle my hands in her dark locks, overwhelmed by the sight and feel of her so intimately connected to me.

As Wonyoung gives me a head, her eyes never leave mine, locking me in place with that defiant gaze even as her mouth brings me such wonderful pleasure. She takes me deeper.

She uses one hand to stroke what she can't fit, twisting lightly near the tip. Her lips pursue a rhythm - up, over, down again.

She grazes her teeth along my shaft on the way back up, a wicked glint in her eyes. The sensation sends shivers through me.

"You taste good brother…" she purrs before diving back down again.

Me taking advantage of my sister's submissive position, I grab a fistful of her hair and guide her back down roughly. "Open up sister." She lets out a small, surprised sound but parts her lips obediently. I push deeper than before, hitting the back of her throat over and over. Her fingers dig into my legs as she takes everything I give. "Such a good sister…" I murmur approvingly.

I deepthroats her deeply, she is taking all of me down her throat. Wonyoung chokes and gags as I use her mouth without mercy. Tears prick her eyes but she forces herself to relax and accept my aggressive advances. She looks up at me defiantly between gasps for air.

"Mph! Mmmph!" she whimpers in protest yet doesn't fight back. Her hands move to try and stroke my leg reassuringly as I claim her throat so roughly. She knows she deserves this punishment for pushing me so far already.

I lose control suddenly, releasing my dirty yellow urine unexpectedly inside her mouth. A small gasp escapes her as she gulps down every last drop. She swallows quickly when warm liquid hits her tongue. Surprised look crosses her face. She pulls back a little, eyes wide. Accidentally swallow¿…

She pulls back, lips sealed as she looks up at me disapprovingly. "Oh my, did you just piss on ur dear sister's mouth?" Her voice drips with fake scolding. She opens mouth to show me completely coated on her tongue.

"You made quite the mess brother…"

She closes mouth and swallows once more before speaking again. "But I suppose I should expect such accidents from you." A hand comes to rest lightly on my thigh in mock reprimand.

(Wonyoung takes control now)

She stands abruptly, causing me to stumble back a step. With hands on her hips, she looks down at me with newfound confidence.

"Enough of me being sweet elder sister." Her tone is firm yet playful. "Time for me to ride you hard lil brother!"

She pushes me down face first onto the bed sheets. The boldness of her switch to dominance sends a thrill through me.

I lay in the bed fully and Wonyoung starts to climb on top and me.

As Wonyoung is straddling over me now, she guides me between her legs. My tip probes her slick folds before she sinks down, gasping as I stretch her for the first time.

"Yes, that's it…" she purrs, working to seat herself fully upon me. Her hands grip my shoulders as she grinds down hard, enveloping every inch.

"You're mine now…" she declares with a wicked grin.

(Now that she has me inside, Wonyoung starts to jump and ride my dick!)

Bouncing up and down, she sets a rhythm, riding me deeper with each roll of her hips. Her tits bounce as she picks up speed, face flushed with pleasure.

Wonyoung rides me fast. She leans back, hands braced on my thighs, exposing her bouncing tits very properly now. Her cries get louder, the room filled with the sound of flesh slapping together. She must have done this before…

She chuckles darkly as she sees my pain since shes jumping over me so rough. Her pace suddenly becomes relentless, pounding down hard again and again. She grips my hands and pins them down, refusing to let me escape the incredible sensation building inside.

"Does my little brother like when big sis rides him rough?" she taunts, eyes flashing dangerously. "You're so sensitive…you're going to…"

She bites her lip, grinning wickedly. Her slick heat grips me tighter, claiming every inch.

Wonyoung leans forward to me to have a french kiss. Our mouths meet in a deep, passionate kiss as our bodies move as one. Her tongue slides against mine, mingling flavors on my taste buds. She pulls back just enough to whisper against my lips…

"Mmm yes, keep up brother…"

She begins to grind harder, waves of pleasure radiating outward. The scent of her mouth is wonderful. I can feel my own release rapidly approaching despite the initial discomfort. Wonyoung seems determined to push me over the edge…

"You're close aren't you?" she purrs, her fingers digging into my chest as she bounces faster.

Our lips lock once more as I spill everything deep inside her hot depths. As I can't really say anything due to kissing with her, I show a signal I'm about to CUM! She feels it too, muscles clenching around me as she smiles triumphantly.

"That's it brother…let it all go," Wonyoung murmurs against my ear before sitting up again. She looks thoroughly pleased with herself for me bringing such a sweet release.

Wonyoung grinds down harder, relishing the feeling of my seed coating her walls. "Mmm yes, u filled up my insides bro…" she pants out.

She moves more slowly now but the sensation is still intense as she uses me to satisfy herself. I watch in amazement as she rests through the pleasure besides me.

My sister's glistening, saturated folds continue to cling to me even after spilling everything. Her delicate petals swollen and stretched completely full of my thick seed. She must look utterly claimed by me…

I take a peek down below to see the mess I've done on my sister's pussy. She catches me staring down below and winks playfully. "Like what you see?" she whispers, a hand coming down to scoop up some of my spilled cum glistening on her fingers. Bringing them to her mouth, she licks them clean with a satisfied hum.

"Damn ur such a naughty sister. May I ask when did u get so horny like this?" I ask. Wonyoung replies as "well well, my bsf Yujin had sex with her father. So she suggested me why not i have with my brother too? After that I'll tease our dad and I'll make him fuck me too"…

I tilt my head curiously at her response. "Yujin and her dad too?" My eyebrows rise in surprise. "So this was her idea?"

Wonyoung nods, tracing idle patterns on my chest with her fingertip. "Mhm. She said it felt amazing having such a close forbidden connection with her dad." Her eyes glint mischievously. "Now I want our Dad to give me that too…"

Despite feeling slightly jealous at the thought of my dad being with my sister next, a dark part of me stirs with intrigue. Seeing my usually sweet, innocent sister like this makes me feel things I shouldn't…

"Sister!…" I start hesitantly. "Are you really going to sleep with Dad too?"

She nods again, her face lighting up delightedly. "Mmmhmm! He's next on my list." Her fingers wrap around my arm possessively. "Just you wait…"

She grins wickedly, already planning out her tactics to seduce him. "Dad won't stand a chance against my charm." She giggles. "Once he's mine, we can share stories and jokes about how we've each…taken care of one another." She bites her lip, clearly excited about her dastardly scheme.

Wonyoung pauses thoughtfully then adds, "Oh by the way…" "Leeseo is your age right?"

I nod in response and she smiles excitedly.

"She's so cute! I bet you'd like sleep with her too huh?" She winks at me. "Why don't I bring her over one day? She's still an untouched virgin but we've had a little fun together like lesbo stuff."

My eyes go wide hearing this news about what my sister and her friend (Leeseo) did. But Wonyoubg just giggles, running her fingers through my body.

"Maybe the three of us can play next time. I'm sure Leeseo would love to join." She grins deviously, clearly imagining all the ways she could involve others in her growing web of sinful encounters.

I agree & nod to everything what she says. Now as I announce I need to use the bathroom for my stress relieve, Wonyoung grins wickedly. "You don't need that room sweetie. What are you gonna do in there? Pee?" She asks teasingly.

At my confirmation that yes, I just need to relieve myself, she laughs. "Why waste ur good fluid going down the drain when you have me?"

My brow furrows in confusion but before I can respond she's kneeling before me, eyes alight as if eager for this bizarre request. She looks up expectantly.

Rubbing your sore jaw, the kick is still fresh. "I fell for the champagne thing, alright? Sorry, it's been a long week." You brace for Yunjin to laugh again, but she just chuckles, crouching down to cup your face and run her thumb over the red, growing bruise. "You really should stop coming here, yknow? That slut will wring you dry."

You give her a tired smirk, "Don't really have much except for work, I could use that girl wringing me dry." Yunjin sighs, before leaning down to stare into your eyes, an excited glint growing in her dark pupils. "Hmm, you do look like you'd need a good fuck. Wanna join my side-gig?" Your ears perk up at that. Side-gig? You thought stripping was a full-time thing, with the shitty hours and all. "That depends, are you gonna take all my money and throw me out here too?" Yunjin giggles, that same, light sound filling the smelly alleyway. "I'll be the one paying you, actually, you just gotta do as I say."

You look up at your friend. Maybe it's the alcohol whispering, but you can't help but notice how drop-dead gorgeous she looks. The thin crop top does nothing the curve of her tits, the smooth lines of her exposed stomach delicious under the flickering streetlights. Your eyes are drawn to her shorts, how they barely cover her teasing legs, juicy thighs crossed over while she leans on the wall, arms crossed, waiting for your response.

Yunjin's always been known as the eccentric one, the never drunk, but always playful stripper who floats around the club, teasing, never giving a dance. You always assumed that she was fucking the owner, but maybe she's a loser, just like you. A loser who needs this mysterious, enticing side-gig to survive.

"So? Are you coming? or are you just gonna keep staring?" She raises an eyebrow, cocking her hip while she offers you a hand. Whatever, you're starting to hate how your empty wallet feels in your pocket. Might as well try to make some money back. You reach up, firmly clasping your hand around hers.

"I'm in, where to?" -------------------------------------🪴----------------------------------------

The light scent of cotton candy wafts through the air as you roam through the half-empty pier. A couple families are still here, parents lazily sitting on benches while kids try their hands at the last few carnival games to close. Warm, yellow lights fill the wide wooden walkway, and in all honesty, it's pretty relaxing, walking along the sea, surrounded by a much more tame nightlife than what you're used to.

Yunjin skips ahead, spinning, walking backwards, hands behind her back, clearly reveling in the festive mood. Her dark red hair blows in the salty wind, and she gives you a bright smile, "Almost there, loser. Just a bit further." You jog forward until you're shoulder to shoulder, your steps sluggish, complaining "We've been walking for like 30 minutes, and you haven't even explained what the hell this 'side-gig' is. Yunjin, you know how early I leave for work tomorrow." She grins, grabbing your arm and leading you down another wooden path. You flinch, now you're strolling on the pier just like every other couple here for a late night walk. "You're just blue-balled. Don't worry, we'll fix that soon."

Your eyes dart to hers, feet suddenly not so heavy, "Really? Hard to believe you'd ever fuck anyone." She giggles, pressing her bubbly chest into your arm. "You're a stupid, lonely loser, but you're not just anyone." Yunjin guides your hand down to the space between her thighs, forcefully having you cup her clothed pussy. "Hey! Watch it!" You hiss, trying to pry your hand away. This is what they meant when they said that she's crazy. Thank god there doesn't seem to be anyone around, but still, this is a bit too much. Ignoring you, Yunjin takes her phone out of her pocket, turning the camera on, your arm still trapped in her iron grip. "Shh, we're gonna make so much cash, all you have to do is record, baby."

You barely register that last part before she pushes you into a small alley. While it would be funny to say that you've fallen into two alleys tonight, this one doesn't even really qualify. It's a wide space in between two wooden booths, each with lines of kids waiting their turn to play. You see them at the corner of your eye, clumsily palming cheap water-guns and faded basketballs. They don't notice you, having entered from a walkway neighboring the closed-off backside of the stalls, but you're awfully close, a few feet at best.

Yunjin drops to her knees with a thud, the sea sloshing peacefully beneath your feet. She grins at you, naughty fingers drumming on your hardening crotch. "Finally shut you up, huh? You should've told me that you wanted to be called that." You're breathing faster now, petrified. "Shut up, let's get out of here, they're too close!" You hiss, palms flush against the wall. Loud, excited shouts erupt right behind you, an inch of old wood the difference between a good time and public indecency. But still, you don't move.

Yunjin smiles. She knows that you're all talk, handing you her phone, already set to record. "Baby... come on, don't you want me to suck your cock?" Your eyes narrow at that, and it feels like the noise drowns out with the waves. It's been such a long night, and to tell the truth, you've been ready to burst since the moment you got that sweet taste of Chaewon's thighs. If they find out, you'll deal with it when it happens. Yunjin kneeling down, fingers squeezing your bulge, licking her lips? It's too much for anyone to deny.

"Go on then, do it babe." You growl, unbuckling your belt and roughly shoving your pants down, underwear and all. You hit record on the phone just as your cock springs out, slapping Yunjin on the cheek. She opens her mouth, lips curling into a smile. "Big, I knew you were big, baby." The stripper, or should you say, performer, says that last part straight into the camera, and you realize that you're being used in all this; a cock with a part to play. Not that you mind, especially with the girl quickly licking down the sides of your length.

If Yunjin cared at all for subtlety, you don't see it. She grips your thighs strongly, reaching down to lather your cock with hot, sticky spit. The girl stares up into the camera, and you can barely concentrate enough to stop the phone from slipping from your fingers and between the floorboards. "Fuck, you're a bigger slut than Chaewon." you mutter, the weeks of tiredness leaving your body when Yunjin suddenly takes your whole length into her mouth. She's better than other cheap whores you've had on the other nights you've been blue-balled, way, way better. You center the camera on her teasing, proud eyes, red lips making a show of opening and closing around your rod, husky moans drawn out of her throat with every inch you stuff into her.

Yunjin pops your cock out of her mouth, giggling as she lays it on her nose, tongue flicking out to service the wet dick covering her face. She addresses the camera in a low, silky voice, "Show them where we are, baby. it's fucking exciting, right? They're so close." You chuckle, catching your breath. She's right, if you're going to be selling this, you've got to illustrate the risk.

You pan the camera to the end of the alley, the railing of the pier visible, as well as shadows from the passing visitors. The camera sucks up the chatter, the laughing, the shouts, the zoom unnecessary to show that one curious teenager poking their head past the stall at your back? It'll be way more than enough to ruin your little bout of fun.

You want to show more, maybe inch a little bit closer to the opening before you let Yunjin suck your cock again, but she's way ahead of you. "Baby, back here, don't you wanna watch it go in?" She slurs, and you swing the camera back in front, where Yunjin's braced against the wall, ass out, back arched, shorts slid down to her feet. "Fuck, babe, can't wait." you grin, shuffling forward, slacks still pooled around your ankles. Slowly, you push your cockhead into Yunjin's dripping, swollen lips. "Shit, you're so- how?" You groan, the phone shaking in your free hand while stripper's walls hug you tightly. It's like she's sucking you in, wet walls rushing, pulling your member deeper into a suffocating, hot embrace. "Yes! You're so big baby, perfect for my fucking pussy." Yunjin moans loudly, pushing her perfect ass against your crotch when you finally bottom out. She looks behind, and you show the camera her outstretched back, slick with sweat, her mouth stretched in an "o" as you start to pound her.

She's way too tight, her pussy lips hugging your cock every time you draw yourself out of her heat. Slowly, you start to speed up, the sound of you spearing into her filling the tight alley. A grin spreads on your face. This is it, this is life. A moaning, hot girl on your cock, begging for every stroke, every push into her core. Letting your frustrations out on her, feeling the blood rush through your thighs as you fuck and fuck and fuck, the unknowing audience just meters away be damned. You've never felt this powerful, this free. It's fucking great.

Yunjin screams when you bottom out inside her, moving the camera beside her face as you use the other hand to brace on the wall. A primitive shaky cam, but effective, and the mewling girl quickly throws her hair over the other shoulder to give the camera a sultry look while she takes your rough fucking. "You feel so fucking good, baby. You fill me up so perfect." Yunjin groans, panting, looking from the camera, then up to your hunched form as you work your cock deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust. "Tight, you're too fucking tight, I'm gonna... fuck!" You grunt, bottoming out inside the girl, leaning on the wall, one hand still pushing the phone close to her face.

You just need a break, a short break, or you might explode way too soon. Yunjin said this was a side-gig, but with the pill or not, you'd rather not risk her carrying your baby before you guys make some real money.

"No... don't stop, I want it." Yunjin moans, your eyes shooting open when her pussy tightens around your cock. She looks behind her, looking so fucking needy when she slaps the phone out of your hand, instead guiding your callous fingers to cup her covered tits. You start throbbing inside her, and you give her a look, pointedly gesturing with your chin to the black screen of her phone, now recording the planks you stand on. "You sure?" you ask, ready to pull out, ready to prop the phone back up and continue this dangerous performance.

Yunjin bites her lip, blinking at you slowly, before she starts gyrating her hips, flush against your crotch, your cock snug in her walls. "Do it, fill me with your hot fucking cum, baby."

Fuck. That's all you need to hear.

"You're my fucking slut babe, you hear me?" You growl, roughly pulling her tube top down, Yunjin's nipples hard beneath your fingers while you wildly fuck into her. "Yeah, yeah i'm your fucking slut!" Yunjin mewls, biting one hand, trying not to scream, the sound of the kids laughing just moments away. Her juices start dripping down your length, shots of pleasure shooting up your spine every time your balls slap against her clit. Her walls rhythmically tighten, creamy juices making each slide in and out easier and easier.

You've always wanted to hear those words from Chaewon, drowning in the fantasy that if you just threw enough money at her, she'd finally let you ravage her perfect little body. But Yunjin? Watching her back arch for you, meeting her eyes every time she moans out your name, uncaring if anyone sees, the recording phone left as a record of how hard you're fucking her. You wish that you'd spent every penny on her instead, that you'd found this girl and her obedient, slutty pussy sooner.

A familiar knot in your gut, and you pull Yunjin up by those perfect, full breasts, the heat of her back flush against your chest. "I'm gonna fill you, babe, fucking fill you." Your voice is husky, every breath deepening as you feel her womanhood tighten. You're thrusting harder now, without any rhyme or rhythm, chasing your release. Yunjin throws her head back against your shoulder, eyes closed, mouth open, "Yeah... yeah... use me, cum... baby." You blow, hard, stumbling forward against the wooden wall. Your cock starts spewing hot, sticky globs of cum into Yunjin's tight cunt. "Mmm! Yeah... yeah!" Her eyes shoot open, tongue lolling out while her ass pushes against you. God, she just, keeps, taking. Her gushing pussy squeezes around your cock, drawing out every bit of your pent-up release. You close your eyes, focusing on the feeling of Yunjin's tits between your fingers as your hips give her a few more strong thrusts. She's draining you good, just like she promised.

A moment later, and you plop out of her, falling backwards to sit against the adjacent stall's wall. "That was... fuck, sorry." You apologize, grabbing the phone as you direct it upwards. Yunjin gasps, giggling, "No, it's hotter this way, show them." You smile, this girl is crazy. You've totally ruined the shoot, but she doesn't even mind. Slowly, you tap the phone, focusing the camera on the spent slut's outstretched ass. Pearly globs of cum drip from her spread, pink lips, and Yunjin smiles behind at the camera, shaking her ass a bit, licking her lips when another line of cum pushes out of her used pussy.

You give her a tired grin, looking to the left, shadows of the lazy crowd still passing, the clacks of feet on sea-stained wood still oblivious to how much seed you just pumped into this girl. Your fingers hover over the red square to stop recording, but then Yunjin moans.

She turns around, spreading her legs, cum still dripping down her inner thigh. The look in her eyes says it all. '

You’re silent again. Just like the last two times I said it.

Your eyes roam my body, as if the Karina from aespa standing before you in the flesh is more of a shock to you than me being an actual supernatural being. It’s the same old rodeo over and over, and if it weren’t for my divine punishment, I wouldn’t even bother dealing with you for even a second.

Long story short, after the war in heaven ended several eons ago, every angel on Lucifer’s side was banished into Hell as demons. Almost everyone knows that part, or at least some variation of it. What no one really knows is that those of us who chose not to participate on either side were also punished—sent down into the human world as genies. And as a consequence of not fighting the Fallen with valor and devotion during the war, we’re now forced to serve His children instead, through these silly wishes.

Bullshit, I know. I just wanted a nice peaceful life, and instead I have to deal with you salivating like a dog in front of me, with your tongue practically prying itself out of your mouth as you stare at my body like I’m the first woman you’ve ever seen.

Sometimes I really wish I couldn’t read minds. Maybe then I wouldn’t have to feel your arousal building up like a dam that’s about to shatter, ready to burst right out of your body in a messy explosion that I really don’t want to see.

“So did you like…take over Karina’s body, or are you actually Karina?” you ask, slowly snapping back to reality.

“I’m Karina,” I say, involuntarily rolling my eyes. “This is my human face and my human body. Hell, it’s even my real name.”

You nod, mouth opening like you’re about to apologize for asking such an insulting question, but instead you ask another one that’s even worse. “So then how old are you?”

I stare at you. You stare back, proudly and profoundly clueless.

You know what? I’m not even going to bother getting mad about this, even though I should be.

“I don’t have an age. Age is a human concept.” I slowly walk closer to you, forcing the lights in the room to flicker with my growing presence. “I was born on the First Day along with the light. I’ve existed before time—and certainly before your kind was ever molded from the dust.”

Your body shudders, forcing itself into fight or flight mode from our closed distance; every cell in your body knows that I’m something else that just isn’t natural, even if you yourself might still be in denial.

“I don’t get it,” you stutter, retreating until your calves hit the bedframe—toppling backward onto the mattress with a helpless thump. “If you’re really a genie, why are you pretending to be kpop star instead of like…I don’t know…anything else?”

I blink. “Pretending?” My voice raises a pitch. “I auditioned and went through the same training as everyone else, fair and square. I didn’t cheat or take any shortcuts—”

“Sorry—that’s not what I meant—” You lift your hands in a helpless gesture, trying to defend yourself, but as soon as you move, your gaze betrays you.

“I don’t know why I bother explaining anything to you when all you do is stare at my boobs,” I say, folding my arms.

Your eyes dart back up to meet mine in reflex, so fast that you almost sprain your neck. But that was a mistake. I watch your pupils dilate in real time as you go back into a hypnotic trance. Good, let’s enjoy a bit of quiet for the next few seconds.

Look—the truth is, every genie functions differently depending on the powers we had when we were angels. I was the angel of desire, so the more people love and worship me, the stronger I become. And what better way to achieve that than to become a kpop star? If anything, that’s the shortcut. I admit it’s a bit of a cheat code compared to what the other genies have to do to get by, but it’s just too convenient to pass up.

That being said, we always have to choose a cursed object to leave behind. Sure, for the last couple of centuries, most have opted for a lamp, including myself. But it’s 2025, for Father’s sake, who goes shopping for old lamps anymore? I’d never get summoned in the modern age if I curse a dumb lamp—and if I go too long without granting a wish, I’ll have to deal with them.

So naturally, when I became aespa’s Karina, I chose a single photocard from the first print of our debut album. That’s the one that you bought from a shady reseller on eBay for $400—which, by the way, was a total ripoff. But I guess you could just call it a good investment if you’re smart enough to play your cards right.

Except… something tells me you’re not smart. At all.

“Alright, I seriously don’t have time for this.” I snap my fingers to break the spell again in case you choke on your own hormones and die or something. “I’m supposed to have dinner with the girls, and we have to get up early tomorrow for a commercial shoot. Make your wish, otherwise I’m leaving.”

It’s all a lie, of course. We don’t have any dinner plans tonight. I don’t even need to eat, drink, or even sleep to survive, I do it just to blend in.

“What kind of wishes can you grant?” you ask, staring at my chest again.

It’s basically where your eyes default to at this point. Unbelievable—but also, not really.

“Finally, a valid question,” I say, turning to the side, and as expected, you glance at my butt almost immediately. “You can wish for anything that’s in the realm of possibility besides immortality, bringing back the dead, jumping into the future, or violating another living being’s free will. That includes animals—because there was this guy back in 524 B.C who—whatever—anyways, moving on…”

You swallow hard as I lean over to whisper, “And obviously, no silly loopholes like unlimited wishes or transferring my powers to you. We’re not stupid.”

“…How long do I have to use these wishes?” you ask, licking your lips without even noticing, eyes sinking helplessly into my cleavage like gravity dragged them there.

Alright, so this is the part where I bend the rules a little. I’m not really supposed to lie to you, but hey, I’ve never gotten in trouble for omitting parts of the truth before.

You technically have the rest of your life to use your three wishes, and I’m not really allowed to stop serving you until you use them all, but I just don’t have it in me to tell you that, because then you’d never use them and just keep me around forever. Especially with the way you’re looking at me right now, like my presence in itself is a wish come true.

“I don’t know,” I lie, trying to divert your attention back up. “But if you take too long, I’ll kill you myself.”

You flinch. The threat works every time. Fear is productive.

“You can do that?” you ask, brows furrowing.

“I’m a genie,” I say, tilting my head. “Why wouldn’t I be able to? Piss me off and find out.”

You hesitate for a moment, just to ask the dumbest question yet. “Can you prove that you’re a genie? You kind of just look like Karina.”

“…That’s because I am Karina, you idiot,” I say, a hand moving over my face.

I don’t get it, what of this conversation was so difficult for you to understand? What exactly do you think a genie is supposed to look like? Blue and fat like the one from Aladdin?

I sigh and clap my hands, turning the room pitch black. “There. Power’s out.”

You jump from the abruptness and look around the room, but I can feel your heart racing from excitement instead of fear.

“Power’s back now,” I snap my fingers, and the room returns to normal. “Need more proof?”

“Whoa...” An annoying smirk starts forming on your face. “What else can you do?”

Honestly, at this point I’m more annoyed at you questioning my geniehood than wasting my time.

“Aside from all of this?” I ask, waving my arms. “I can also read your thoughts and your feelings.”

Piles of clothes and books rearrange themselves around the room as I continue explaining this part for the 1000th time. And for the record, I’m not cleaning your room because I want to do you a favor for free, I just can’t stand filth.

“What am I thinking then?” you ask, watching the room magically organize itself.

“You were scared at first, but now you’re just intrigued and turned on, and you’re buying time so that you can basically have a personal fan-meet with me for free. You do believe that I’m a genie, but you want to test the waters to see how much you can get away with before I get mad and kill you. You know that the possibility of me doing that isn’t actually 0%, but god, dying to Karina isn’t so bad.”

“So frickin’ cool…” you mutter, stars forming in your eyes.

Really? Was the part where I appeared out of thin air after you summoned me not cool enough already? I’ve been practicing that new entrance for decades.

“I can change my appearance,” I explain further, transforming into Jang Wonyoung, An Yujin, Irene sunbae-nim, and then Jessica sunbae-nim right before your very eyes.

“Okay, that’s trippy—”

“I can appear anywhere I want, anytime I want.” I demonstrate by teleporting from one side of the room to the other, over and over in a graceful, fading motion, leaving trails of deep purple smoke behind for just a second. “Or I can disappear completely.”

You’re startled by my disappearance, but not because you’re in awe that I can do it. You’re legitimately scared that I really left.

“K-Karina?” you ask, voice cracking. “Where’d you go?”

I rise behind you. “Right here, idiot,” I whisper, just before disappearing again.

“What happens after I make all three wishes?” you ask into the empty room.

My voice echoes through your mind, “You never see me again. You keep whatever you wished for, but I erase your memories of me forever.”

Your face droops. “What? That’s so cruel.”

I fade back in from the shadows in the corner by your closet and shrug. “I don’t make the rules.”

Silence fills the room, but your thoughts are deafening. You’re more upset by the idea of losing me than anything else. It’s humorous, but also pitiful. And frankly, a little cute.

“So what’s it gonna be?” I ask, getting so close to you that your breaths tickle my nose. “Do you want to be a rich man? Wish for billions of dollars? What about fame and success? I can change your life in an instant, make the whole world know your name. Or would you rather beauty? Have the face and body of your dreams? How about wisdom? Become fluent in every language, know the secrets of the—”

“Can I wish to have sex with you? Is that allowed?”

I freeze.

I can’t remember the last time anyone’s ever left me so stunned from their stupidity before. I couldn’t even see it coming because you literally weren’t thinking before speaking. I knew you were a horny college student, but to waste a cosmic, fate-altering wish on sex is the quite possibly the dumbest thing I’ve witnessed in a long time.

“Let me get this straight,” I say, kneeling to level our eyes, only for yours to lower further anyways. “You have three wishes, you can wish for anything in the world, but you want to spend one of them to have sex with me?”

You nod earnestly, not a single further thought in your mind. “Yes. It’s always been my dream to have sex with you. So that’s what I’ll wish for.”

A shock of electricity passes through my body. And no, it’s not arousal—it’s the heavenly contract between a genie and their human, indicating that a valid wish has been made. The ancient law binds itself around my ribs, wrists, and throat. I have no choice but to grant it to you, as dumb as it is.

“Seriously?” I ask in disbelief. “You want to have sex right now?”

You nod excitedly. “Right here, right now,” you say, already tugging at your shirt. “Let’s have sex right now.”

I exhale a long, slow breath. Of all the mortals I could have been cursed with this time… I get you.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing difficult about this wish, but I don’t even know if I should feel flattered or slap you for being so simple-minded.

You stand there with your shirt half-off, chest rising like you’re preparing for some heroic battle instead of… whatever you think this is. Charity service, if you ask me.

I drag a hand down my face. “Unbelievable,” I mutter. “Actually unbelievable. 300,000 years of human evolution and this is where you ended up.”

You’re grinning like you just won the lottery. Which, I mean, you did—but then you blew a third of it on a one night stand with a succubus. And for some reason, you don’t even seem to question it.

In a way, this tracks. For almost every human, the first wish is always an emotional whim of what they desperately want most at the time. The second wish is generally a correction to the first. And the third…well, you’ll see.

But your wish is absolute, regardless of whether I like it or not. The contract tugs me closer to you like an invisible leash.

I step closer. “Fine,” I say, letting my hair down while my clothes slowly vaporize into thin air little by little. First, my jacket goes, then my blouse and pants, and the last to go is my underwear, which lingers a tad bit longer than the others. “I’ll grant you this wish. But by the time I’m done with you, I guarantee you’re going to regret ever making it.”

Your gaze deepens as your body stiffens. You’re back in a trance, but this time not because of the spell from my eyes—just the mere sight of my naked body breaks your soul into tiny fragments, scattering itself around the room like little stars.

You’re completely mesmerized by the shape of my breasts; the way they gently sway while I shift beneath you, or how my smooth, blemish-free, porcelain skin almost glows under the soft light. I can physically feel your eyes explore every line and curve of my body, and your thoughts are so loud that they echo through the room, even though your mouth stopped working long ago.

Fuck, she’s so sexy! Her nipples are just the perfect color and size, exactly as I imagined them to be. God, I wanna suck on them so bad. And Christ, her legs look so yummy, and her waist is so fucking snatched, and I—

“Is this really what goes through your mind every time you look at me?” I ask, breaking your train of thought. “Isn’t it exhausting to be so horny every waking moment of your life?”

“You’re literal perfection,” you say, almost robotically, relative to the thoughts racing through your mind. But you meant it with your very essence.

“I know,” I whisper, kneeling before you.

Of course I’m perfect. I’m supposed to be.

Your cock springs up as your clothes fly off with a wave of my hand. I can feel your desire rapidly growing to new levels as I face your throbbing cock, watching pre-cum flow out like a tiny faucet.

This is such a burden, but whatever. I can’t even remember the last time I got this close to a human, but if you’re dumb enough to waste an entire wish on a night with me, I should at least make it worthwhile.

For myself, of course.

I don’t need to ask this next question since I already know, but I do it anyways for formalities.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, staring up at your eyes that are now forcing themselves open from the pleasure driving through your body from just looking at me.

“I feel so weird,” you murmur, already moaning. “My body is so warm and sensitive, like I’m already having sex with you before we’ve even begun.”

I smirk. “What did you expect? The same experience as being with a human woman?”

You don’t know this, of course, but even though it’s not common for me to ever do anything with a human, my powers were pretty much made for this. I was the angel of desire, after all. The more you want me, the stronger I become, and thus the more desire you feel as a result. It’s a dangerous, endless cycle of mind shattering pleasure that humans were never meant to feel.

“Ready?” I slowly run my tongue against the underside of your rock-hard shaft and watch as your body shuts down from the overwhelming sensations.

You start shivering, but the aura emitting from my body covers you like a warm blanket, holding you steady.

“I-is this what heaven feels like?” you manage to mutter as my saliva coats your length completely.

My essence sinks into you like a sponge, causing your cock to grow slightly thicker and longer than normal, and the blood quickly travels from the rest of your body to compensate for the new mass, causing you to feel light-headed. Not that you weren’t before.

“Of course not,” I say, slowly wrapping my breasts around your cock. “But I’ll give you a glimpse of heaven.”

The warmth of my body forces you to surrender all control as my flesh swallows your cock whole, while my spit that’s as slick as oil continues to drip down from my mouth, allowing me to smoothly and effortlessly glide myself around you in slow, sensual strokes.

“God, your tits are so big and soft…” you moan loudly, almost falling over. “They feel so good...”

Your knees buckle as my breasts clamp tighter around your throbbing cock, molding perfectly to every ridge and vein, squeezing with a rhythmic pressure that sends sparks straight to your core.

“Let me show you what pleasure really feels like, mortal.” I lean forward, parting my lips around the head of your cock, sucking hard while my tongue swirls relentlessly over the slit, lapping up the steady stream of pre-cum that’s now pouring out like an endless offering to me.

“Ooh f-fuuuck…”

The dual sensations hit you like a thunderbolt—my mouth devouring the tip with wet, slurping pulls while my tits slide up and down in perfect sync, the space between them wet and warm from both my spit and your own leaking arousal.

“You should’ve thought this through,” I say, humming around you, the vibration rumbling through your shaft and into your spine, making your toes curl against the floor. “What on earth, hell, and heaven made you think you could handle me?”

“Fuck…” you gasp, your fingers helplessly reaching for my hair.

But before you could touch me, ethereal bonds of shimmering light snake up from the floor, wrapping around your wrists and pinning them behind your back, forcing you to sit there hopelessly as I work you over.

“Keep your filthy hands off of me,” I spit, both literally and figuratively.

Magic pulses from my core, weaving invisible threads into your nerves, amplifying every sensation until it borders on agony; the warmth of my skin seeps into you, making your balls tighten and your hips jerk involuntarily forward, desperate to bury deeper yourself into this illusion of heaven.

“Fuck, I feel like I’m gonna come, but nothing is happening,” you cry, voice trembling from pleasure. “The orgasm is just lingering there, and it feels so good…”

For some reason, your lust feels like a storm crashing against me. I try to fight the pull, but something malfunctions inside me, as if your raw need pours from your mind and feeds straight into my core. Every throb of your cock against my tongue, every gasp that escapes your lips, all loops back and ignites sparks under my skin.

My breasts press more firmly now, nipples brushing against your inner thighs with each upward motion while I take more of you into my mouth, stretching my lips wide to accommodate the girth that’s swollen even larger under my influence.

“Please, Karina,” you beg, voice hoarse and broken, hips bucking futilely against the restraints. “I need to cum... it’s too much, I can’t—”

It is too much, the way my essence infuses you, turning your veins to liquid fire I can feel your shaft pulsing wildly between the onslaught of my mouth and tits.

I pop off your dick, strings of saliva connecting my lips to the glistening head. “Not yet,” I growl, my voice thundering through the room like an indoor storm. “You’ll cum when I allow you to.”

I can physically feel your climax knocking, even taste your impending release on my tongue, but my magic holds it there, forcing the pressure to build further. Your cock twitches desperately between my lips and the plush grip of my tits, pre-cum flooding my mouth in salty bursts, but nothing happens. Not until I want it to.

“Please, it’s killing me—” you beg, voice cracking, but I just smirk around your dick before diving down again, my tongue flattening against the underside as I glide my chest faster, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the charged air. “Please…just let me come already…”

I shouldn’t crave your surrender this much, but the power surges through me like a drug, and suddenly my free hand slips between my thighs, chasing the echo of your torment.

“Please Karina, please…I can’t take it anymore…” You thrust weakly against my hold, whimpering as I suck harder on the tip while the softness of my tits has you seeing stars.

The cycle tightens even further—your endless edge fuels my fire, making my body hum with a million sensations that I can’t ignore any longer. Your temptation is so delicious that the heat between my legs grows into a full blaze. My fingers slowly slip inside; a wave of pleasure crashes against me, but I can’t tell if it’s mine or yours.

“Kar—” you choke against your words.

You’re literally breaking. If I let this go any further you might actually die, and that’ll ruin the fun for me. I’m not ready to end this wish yet.

“Fine, you can come now,” I say, stroking you slowly.

The barrier I placed around your release strains under the pressure, and with a wicked hum that vibrates straight through your shaft…I finally break it.

The magic releases like a snapped thread. You erupt with a loud roar, your cock jerking violently as I pull away, guiding the forceful jets to arc high like a geyser unleashed. Thick white ropes paint the air in heavy streaks before hitting the floor, far away from me.

“Sweet dreams,” I say triumphantly, a satisfied smile curving my lips as you continue to moan like a dying animal, waves of cum still bursting out of you like an endless stream of lust.

You’re going to pass out for a few moments, having never felt an orgasm like that ever in your pathetic life. At least, that’s what you would do naturally, but I’m not exactly done with you yet.

Tonight, I’m going to make sure you keep coming over and over until you beg me to stop.

But for some strange reason, your eyes snap open, even though I didn’t do anything. And before I can even react, your hands—somehow freed from my bonds by the sheer force of your will—shoot out, fingers digging into my arms with surprising strength.

You yank me up and off my knees, spinning me toward the bed with a growl that sends a shiver down my spine. I stumble, caught off guard, my mind reeling.

What’s going on? You should be immobile right now. Your body should be completely depleted and recovering from that much loss of—

You shove me down onto the mattress, the sheets rumpling under my back as you pin my wrists above my head with one hand. The force makes my chest jiggle, and you cup them roughly as your body hovered over mine, already rock-hard despite the flood you’d just unleashed.

This is impossible. Not once in four thousand years has this ever happened. Are you even human?

Your hand roams freely and greedily now over my curves. “Look at you,” you murmur, voice low and commanding, eyes devouring every inch of my form—the flare of my hips, the dip of my waist, all bare and exposed to you. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. This perfect body... I’m going to savor every goddamn bit of it.”

“How the hell are you still moving?” I squirm beneath you, unwelcome heat pooling in my core. “You should be out cold for a few hours, at least.”

“Why? I’m not done with my wish,” you say, roughly dragging your fingers down my body, from my chest to my waist, and past my hips, all the way down there.

“You don’t get to decide that.” I try to push you off with my magic, but it suddenly doesn’t work.

I don’t understand anything. Nothing at all. Not the ease with which you hold me, nor how your cock is already twitching back to life against my thigh. But this desire of yours forces a strange submission into my limbs, making me arch just a fraction, betraying my confusion with a soft, involuntary moan.

A smirk forms on your face, as if you could see me slowly breaking. “I wanna know how a genie tastes.”

My powers hum—they’re still there, but for some reason, they bend to this. They don’t allow me to escape nor push you away. I can’t even read your mind anymore.

“You can’t— this isn’t how it works—” I start, but your mouth crashes down on mine, silencing the words with a messy kiss, your tongue invading me as your hand slides lower, fingers parting my thighs to find my soaked folds.

Your tongue—your filthy human tongue—it’s in my mouth. This is completely unacceptable—your disgusting mortal saliva is oozing out, mixing with my heavenly essence.

Shock mingles with the building pleasure as your thumb grinds against my clit, your dominance wrapping around me like the chains I’d once felt that day we all descended from heaven.

Confusion floods me both mentally and physically. Why is this happening? I’m the one with the divine magic—a genie bound to grant, not to yield. I’m Karina, the angel of desire, and yet your own desires crash over me like a tidal wave, forcing my body to soften even as my mind protests.

It’s the contract. It has to be the contract. Your wish must’ve amplified everything, including this sudden dominance surging through you.

You break the kiss, grinning down at me with that amplified hunger, your fingers plunging into me mindlessly, curling to hit the spot that makes my eyes flutter. “I guess genies get even more wet than human women.”

“D-don’t say that—”

Why is my body so hot? This sensation, I’m not supposed to feel this. And yet somehow the heat between my legs overflow as your fingers splashes it all over my my skin. It feels…good. So, so good.

Without any warning, you force my legs apart despite my instinctive resistance, exposing my me to the cool air of the room while your eyes devour the sight of my folds glistening with unwanted arousal. I gasp as your head dips between my spread thighs, your hot breath teasing my sensitive skin before your tongue flattens against my clit, lapping upward in a slow, deliberate stroke that sends jolts of forbidden ecstasy through my core.

“Holy fuck, you smell and taste so damn good.” You lick your lips as if savoring your favorite meal. “Like literal heaven.”

I force the words out almost like a script, “How dare you…a disgusting human like you shouldn’t be allowed to know how I smell, let alone taste…”

Please, don’t listen to me. Don’t stop. Smell me more. Taste me more.

You unknowingly obliged, devouring me hungrily, sucking my clit into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it while your fingers dig into my hips to hold me steady, my body betraying me with involuntary bucks against your face as waves of heat build uncontrollably.

No—I shouldn’t enjoy this, not from a pathetic human using me for his own urges. Not like this. It’s so fucking humiliating.

But your tongue pushes deeper, piercing my entrance and flicking inside, drawing out moans I can no longer suppress while my fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer against my will as the pleasure coils tighter, threatening to shatter any remaining willpower.

“I wonder how the rest of you tastes.” Your mouth finally leaves my heat, leaving me trembling on the edge.

But before I can catch my breath, you grab my hips and flip me roughly onto my stomach. The bedsheets tangle beneath me as you yank my ass up onto my knees, spreading my cheeks wide, fully exposing me in the most vulnerable and humiliating way possible.

I yelp in surprise, my face pressing hard into the pillow, but you dive in without mercy. Your tongue presses flat against my other hole and licks upward in firm, insistent strokes that make my body twitch with a mix of shock and fiery sparks of pleasure.

“Why does your asshole tastes so damn good?” You groan against my skin, the vibration humming through me as you devour my hole hungrily, sucking and lapping at it like it’s the sweetest nectar you’ve ever tasted. “Did you shower before I summoned you or something?”

I twist my head and glare at you over my shoulder in disgust. “I don’t need to shower! I don’t ever get dirty, unlike you, you filthy huma—”

Your hands cracks against my cheeks with a sharp slap that stings and echoes in the room, making me gasp and arch higher into your grip. The pain blooms into heat as you lean back in, your tongue dragging from my dripping pussy up to my ass in long, greedy swipes that tease both holes.

“Are you sure I’m the filthy one?” you snicker, your tongue alternating between both entrances while your fingers dig into my flesh to hold me steady while I squirm and moan against the pillow. “How can you still think you’re pure with this waterfall of sin flowing out of your pussy?”

My body continues to betray me, pushing back for more even as resentment simmers in my bones. “Sin?! How dare you speak to an angel like—”

Your tongue cuts me off as it plunges all the way into my asshole, twisting and swirling against the tight walls, sending waves of unwanted ecstasy through my core that force a loud moan from my lips.

“Stop—not so deep—what the hell is wrong with you?!” I scream, but my hips unwillingly grind back against your face despite the fury boiling in my veins.

Even my hand slides over my folds, fingers reluctantly circling my clit before pushing inside my warmth as your tongue presses deeper into my body.

My mind slowly turns to mush. The intrusion is so fucking shameful, yet it ignites a blaze of pleasure I just can’t escape from. My fingers thrust inward with each of your licks, sending shivers through my whole body.

“You said you’re an angel? You’re even worse than a human whore, Karina. Do you not see yourself howling like a dog in heat? Fingering yourself with my tongue buried in your ass, begging for more of this mortal filth you claim to despise. Don’t make me laugh, you’re no fucking angel. I bet even demons have more self respect than you.”

I gasp loudly in outrage, my cheeks burning with a mix of shame and fury. “How dare you!” I hiss through clenched teeth, but it comes out more as a whimper. “You, who was made from dust, have no right to ever speak to me that way—”

A mocking laugh escapes your lips as you quickly shove your thick cock straight into me, the sudden stretch forcing a sharp cry from my throat as every rigid inch spears me open.

“What’s wrong, angel? Nothing left to say?”

My powers surge wildly in response. The room trembles violently as if caught in an earthquake, furniture rattling and the lights flicker out in a burst of sparks, leaving us bathed only in the ethereal glow of my juices shimmering in the pitch dark room along with the faint luminescence of my heated skin.

And for some reason, you’re unfazed. You simply continue fucking me as if nothing else in the universe matters. Is this what true desire feels like? Unshaken, unyielding…unholy?

I can feel every inch of you buried deep inside me; your balls slap against my clit with each brutal slam, pounding into me relentlessly while I squeeze your shaft, milking it involuntarily as waves of forbidden pleasure overwhelm my being.

“How does it feel, Karina?” you growl, your voice rough with triumph as you lean over me, one hand tangling in my hair to yank my head back, exposing my neck to your teeth. “Getting used like this by a human? Have you ever been fucked like this before?”

“Shut the fuck up,” I spat, watching the satisfaction creep up your annoying face. “I’m only granting you a wish.”

You laugh again. “Are you sure? Why is your body saying otherwise then? Your pussy is practically begging to be filled by me, isn’t it?”

Rage and rapture twist inside me like a storm, my immortal pride shattering under the onslaught of pleasure that has me pushing back onto you, hips rolling to take you deeper even.

“You wish... you filthy animal, this is... ahh... blasphemy…” Every word dissolves into a moan as my pussy gushes around your length, the glow from my arousal casting flickering shadows that dance across our joined bodies, highlighting the curve of my ass as it jiggles with every savage plunge.

You pull yourself out and immediately flip me over onto my back, spreading my legs wide open as you re-enter me so quickly it blurs my vision. “Your pussy feels incredible, do all genies feel like this? It’s like your body was made specifically for my dick. Like you’re…my slave…”

“Slave?!” I cry loudly, but more so from pleasure than anger. “Me? Your slave? You—must—aah—be joking! You’ve—aaah—lost your mind—ahh!”

I’ve never been so offended in my entire existence, and yet I can’t stop pulling you in, the resentment fueling an addiction to this dominance that’s rewriting my very soul.

“Have I?” you ask, gripping my throat with one hand while rubbing circles around my clit with the other as you continue pumping into me. “Sounds more like you’re the one losing your mind.”

Your choke on me tightens. My fingers dig deep into the sheets as my body arches uncontrollably, pushing itself even further towards you. I try to stay sane, but your desire is completely intoxicating.

You pull out suddenly, your length glistening with my juices. “You said you don’t get dirty, right? Let’s see if that’s true,” you sneer, shoving your cock into my mouth from above, my own juices coating my tongue as you rub the slick head across my lips and cheeks, smearing it over my face like a mark of ownership. “Oops… looks like you’re a mess now.”

“How dare you! Ahh—” I protest at first, but instead of blocking you, my fingers find their way to my dripping folds instead to fill the void you left. Two wasn’t enough to replace your cock, so I stretch myself wider with three, fucking myself mindlessly, the humiliation twisting into fuel for the fire raging through me.

“Poor Karina, born an angel, banished to be a genie, and now turned into a worthless fuckslave. Face completely painted with her own cum, and yet she’s still rubbing that greedy cunt like it’s all she knows.”

“Shut your fucking mouth—I’ll actually kill you—” I threaten, but you slap your cock against my cheek to silence me. The wet smack echoes in the room, and you do it again on my forehead, laughing as strings of my wetness cling to my skin.

“Open wider,” you command, shifting up so your balls dangle over my lips.

I obey without thinking, sucking them into my mouth one by one, tongue lapping mindlessly while my free hand grips your thigh. I moan around them while my fingers curl inside me, making stars burst behind my eyes.

My vision goes out for a moment, but I can feeling you climbing higher, turning around to straddle my face reverse, your ass hovering just above my mouth.

Seriously? You’re joking, right? Are you actually going to—

“Don’t be shy, you loved it when I did it to you,” you growl, lowering yourself until my tongue presses against your hole, circling it tentatively at first, then delving deeper as you grind back against me.

Your cheeks block my vision and completely smother me while I lap at you hungrily, the submission sending shocks of corrupted pleasure straight to my core, forcing my fingers to dive even faster in my pussy, soaking the sheets beneath me.

This can’t be real. You’re using me like an object. Like I’m even beneath a human or even an animal. Like I’m…dirt.

The thought causes something vital in me to completely malfunction. My spiritual bindings loosen, and my shoulder blades itch unbearably, as if the skin and flesh was ready to rip apart.

No, not this! This is too embarrassing! Anything but this—

But it’s too late—the itch erupts into a surge of raw power, and my wings burst forth from my back in a cascade of shimmering violet light, pure ethereal energy erupting with a explosion that knocks the air from the room, sending your furniture flying everywhere. The force of their emergence shoves us forward, flipping us over.

I open my eyes and suddenly I’m straddling you, your cock buried deep inside me as I pin you beneath me on the creaking bed. The glow of my wings flood the space like dawn breaking through storm clouds, casting radiant patterns across your face and the walls.

I gasp, a mix of horror and exhilaration flooding me. “This is all your fault. Look what you did to me.”

“Are those…wings?” you ask, wrapping your fingers around my waist, holding me tightly as my hips roll instinctively. “I thought they’d be made of feathers, but they’re just giant rays of bending light.”

“This is so embarrassing. You can’t see me like this. No one’s ever supposed to see.”

Your hands fly to my tits, fingers pinching and twisting my stiff nipples, tugging them outward, making my pussy spasm around your cock while I bounce faster, the slap of my ass against your thighs echoing in the illuminated chamber.

“You’re the sluttiest angel in existence, aren’t you?” you say, squeezing me in your hands, fondling my tits like you’re forcing something out of me. “I’m starting to think this is your wish and not mine.”

“N-no way…there’s no way that could ever be true…” I moan, my voice breaking into ecstatic cries. My wings spread wider to bathe us in their blinding luminescence, and my glowing juices continue to cover your length, making it grow larger by the minute.

“You can lie to me all you want, but you can’t lie to yourself,” you growl, your grip tightens on my hips and your fingers dig into my flesh as you suddenly twist me around, my body spinning on your shaft like a pivot. “This is who you really are, Karina.”

I end up facing away from you, my back arched and wings flaring out to brush the ceiling, my ass now presented to you like an offering as I settle into the new angle, knees planted wide on either side of your thighs while I start grinding down again, the head of your shaft nudging deeper into my soaked folds with each roll of my hips.

“I swear I’ll kill you once this is over—”

“Shut up,” you snarl, your voice cutting through the haze, and in that instant, my wings shimmer violently, the violet light coiling like living vines. They twist and reform into thick ropes of glowing energy, wrapping around my wrists and yanking my arms behind my back, binding them tightly as it forces me to arch backwards.

What—what in the heavens is happening? My own wings are betraying me? No way, there’s just no way—

Your annoying condescending laugh fills the room. “Even your own wings know the truth. You’re really just a cock-thirsty whore. There’s just no denying it anymore.” Your hand cracks against my ass as I ride you harder, the slap echoing off the walls like a command.

Is it true? Is this human really telling the truth right now? Is this who I really am?

I keep denying it, but if it isn’t true, why does every part of me feel so good? Why am I locked in this euphoria while you fuck me like a toy?

“You love it, don’t you?” you growl, delivering another smack that leaves my skin tingling red. “Being my personal fucktoy?”

Words force themselves out my mouth against my will. “Y-yes…I love it…please fuck me harder…”

What am I saying? Do I really want you to do that? …Yes, of course I do…no—I need you to…for the first time in a millennia, this is what I truly want.

You laugh, spanking me again, harder this time, the impact jolting through me and drawing a moan I can’t suppress. “Finally, the truth comes out. You’re not an angel, you’re just a slut.”

“I’m a slut,” I repeat with utmost obedience, grinding on your cock with genuine, unfiltered desire. “I’m a slut…I’m really just a slut after all…”

“Fuck, what a perfect body,” you moan, as I pick up the pace, lifting my ass high before slamming it back down, the wet smack of skin on skin growing louder in the glowing room. My breasts bounce freely now without your hands to steady them, nipples still aching.

“Fuck me to your heart’s content,” I beg, ropes of light branching from my wings, wrapping tightly around my body. “Use me however you like.”

You grab a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back sharply as you fuck me fiercely from below, pounding into my pussy with brutal force, each thrust driving me closer to the edge of oblivion while I writhe in your unyielding grip.

The weight of our bodies causes us to fall backwards onto the bed with your cock still stuck inside me as I land on top of you, immediately spreading my legs wide.

“You’re really mine now, Karina,” you declare, your free hand clamping around my throat, fingers digging in to restrict my air.

I whimper into your chokehold, my freed hands clawing at the sheets beside us. “I’m yours… I’m your personal genie fuckwhore…”

Our mouths collide in a fierce, sloppy kiss—your lips bruising mine, tongue invading to conceal my moans as you squeeze my throat tighter, heightening the raw intensity of your shaft spearing into my sopping heat.

“Tell me how it feels,” you growl against my tongue, your hand abandoning my neck briefly to slap my breasts, the sting making me cry out into the kiss while my walls clench greedily around your invading flesh, juices slicking your skin as forbidden ecstasy continues to build within me.

“It feels so good… I love being your fucktoy, please use me to pleasure yourself…” I moan into your mouth, my voice breaking as your fingers slide down to rub my swollen clit in tight, insistent circles, the added friction sending electric shocks through my core while you continue slamming deep into my soaked folds with relentless force. “You’re fucking me so hard… you’re gonna tear me apart… please… if you keep fucking me like this, I’ll never be able to return to heaven…”

“Good. Stay here and serve me forever,” you say, driving even deeper from below, claiming every inch of me.

“You’re going to ruin me forever with your big cock…”

“Fuck… I’m gonna come again,” you grunt, your hips snapping harder, pounding into me with one last desperate rhythm as your shaft throbs inside my gripping walls, the heat of your impending release radiating through us both.

“M-me too, I’m gonna come—” I gasp, my hand darting between my legs to rub my clit furiously, pushing myself right to the edge while your length stretches and fills me completely.

With one last surge of dominance, you flip us over, pinning me beneath your weight as you take control from above, my wings unfurling instinctively to hook around my thighs and spread my legs wide open, exposing my dripping entrance fully to your assault. You drive into me wildly, your hips thrusting with savage force, plunging deep and fast into me, each brutal pump shaking my body and making my breasts bounce against your chest while I circle my clit desperately.

“Fuck—I’m coming—” Your rhythm falters as you pull out abruptly, groaning deeply while your cock erupts violently, thick bursts of hot cum splashing all across my stomach, coating my tits in your warmth, and splattering all the way up to my face where it lands in glistening streaks on my forehead, cheeks, and lips.

“I’m coming—I’m coming while you paint me with your cum!” I continue rubbing myself with frantic urgency, fingers pressing hard against my throbbing clit as the heat of your never-ending cum seeps into my flesh. My body arches violently as waves of ecstasy crash over me in a cataclysmic release. “Y-yes—I’m coming—aah!”

Blinding lights explode from my wings, fracturing the room into prismatic chaos with shards of light cascading like shattered stars, ethereal winds roaring from the void to lash my hair into a magical whirlwind while the walls quake and time warps in stuttering bursts, my cries echoing in the distorted space as transcendent pleasure engulfs me completely, leaving my body shuddering beneath you, fully drenched in cum, sweat, and my own unraveling bliss.

You collapse on top of me, heaving with ragged breaths. I tremble as the afterglow settles, wings dissolving into wisps of fading lights until they vanish completely, leaving me completely bare on the sheets, only covered by the aftermath of our desire.

The lights slowly return, and the silence of the cosmic void dissipates.

“H-hey, are you still going to kill me?” you ask, kissing my collarbone gently, fear suddenly returning to your eyes.

“I’ll think about it,” I say, catching my breath, my body still completely numb from the world-bending climax.

You roll off to the side, sprawling onto the sheets beside me with a satisfied groan. “I think I know my second wish.”

“Already?” I ask, as the hum of your thoughts gradually seep back into my mind, clear and unfiltered once more.

“Yeah,” you say, propping yourself up on an elbow to meet my eyes with a wicked smirk. “I want to fuck the other aespa girls, too.”

“Which one?”

“All of them.”

End of Chapter 1.

Author Notes: Hi everyone! Welcome to a new, very different, very unserious story. I’m really just trying this out because I was curious if 1st to 2nd pov could work, plus I’ve never written supernatural AU stuff before, so I actually had a lot of fun! (I just needed a break from I’ve Got A Secret since it was getting really intense, hahah) Would love to hear your feedback on whether or not it’s worth continuing! It’s literally a first for me in pretty much everything—first time 2nd pov, first time publishing from a female pov, and first time writing au. 😂

Thank you for reading as usual, and also, if you’re American, Happy Thanksgiving! <3