Alfawiza

Yujin surveyed the room, her gaze lingering on the worn-out sofa, the peeling wallpaper, and the dust bunnies that had gathered in the corners. Despite the obvious signs of your life's neglect, she sat down with the grace of a seasoned diplomat, crossing her legs and placing her briefcase on the floor beside her. The couch groaned under her weight, a stark contrast to the way Wonyoung had lounged on it just days ago.

"Thank you for the coffee, Mr. Lee," she said, her voice a symphony of poise. She took a sip, her eyes never leaving yours. You watched as she savored the flavor, her expression unreadable. The silence grew thick, a tapestry of anticipation and uncertainty that you felt like you could slice with a knife.

"Now," you said, breaking the silence, "why don't you tell me what brings you here, Miss Ahn?" Yujin's smile was like a sunrise, warming the room despite the early hour. She set her cup down with a gentle clink, her fingers lingering on the delicate porcelain.

"Ah, straight to business," she said, her eyes sparkling with something akin to amusement. "But before we get to that, I must say, I've heard quite the rumors about your... unique arrangement with Miss Jang." Her gaze was sharp, like a knife slicing through the air, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear at her knowing look.

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for whatever was to come. "I assure you, Miss Ahn," you began, trying to maintain a calm exterior, "it was all just a misunderstanding."

Yujin chuckled, the sound a sweet symphony that filled the awkward silence. "I see," she said, her eyes dancing with mirth. "A misunderstanding indeed." She took another sip of her coffee, her gaze never leaving yours. "Well, I'm here to clear up a few things."

Leeseo's eyes grew wide with shock. "You won the auction?" she squeaked, her voice a high-pitched melody of disbelief. You felt your face heat up, the embarrassment of the situation settling in your gut like a lead weight. Yujin nodded, her smile growing wider. "It seems I have quite the sense of humor," she said, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "But I assure you, Mr. Lee, it was all in good fun."

The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the ticking of the clock on the wall. The tension was palpable, a symphony of doubt and confusion. You couldn't believe it. Another bidder? Another game? "Why?" you finally managed to ask, your voice a hoarse whisper. "What do you want from me?"

Yujin leaned back into the couch, her posture relaxed yet commanding. "It's quite simple, Mr. Lee," she said, her voice a smooth river of honey. "I saw the potential in your little game with Miss Jang, and I thought, why not take it to the next level?" Her eyes glinted with something that could have been excitement or greed. "But this time, I want something different."

You felt a cold sweat break out on your forehead. Another role-play? With Leeseo? "What do you mean?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Yujin leaned in, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I want to take the role of your wife," she purred, her voice a siren's call that had you on edge. "And Leeseo will be our little girl." She took another sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving yours. "And for your trouble, I'm willing to double the price."

The proposal hung in the air, thick with the scent of money and temptation. You glanced at Leeseo, who was watching the exchange with wide, unblinking eyes. The idea was ludicrous, but the allure of the extra funds was undeniable. The envelope from Wonyoung was already dwindling, and the thought of having that kind of money again was intoxicating.

But as you looked into Yujin's eyes, you knew you couldn't go through with it. The lines between reality and role-play had already blurred once, and you weren't willing to lose yourself again. "I'm sorry, Miss Ahn," you said, your voice firm. "I can't accept your offer."

Her smile never wavered, but the glint in her eyes grew sharper. "Why not?" she asked, her voice a velvet purr. "Surely the extra income would be... beneficial."

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. "It's not about the money," you said firmly. "What happened with Wonyoung... it was a mistake. I can't let myself get involved in something like that again." You felt Leeseo's gaze on you, her eyes wide with hope and fear. "I need to draw a line, for my own sanity and bring my daughter into this game isn't right."

To your surprise, Yujin's expression softened, the sharpness in her eyes fading to a gentle plea. "Please," she whispered, her voice a stark contrast to the confident tone she had used moments ago. "I understand if you're hesitant, but I promise it will be different." She leaned forward, her hands clutching the armrests of the chair. "I just want to experience something... real."

Her desperation was palpable, her voice a symphony of need that tugged at your heartstrings. Leeseo looked on, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of concern. You felt torn, the weight of your own financial struggles heavy on your shoulders. Yet, the thought of subjecting your daughter to another week of this masquerade was too much to bear. "Miss Ahn," you began, "I appreciate your interest, but I can't—"

"Please," she interrupted, her voice a sweet, desperate melody that seemed to hang in the air. "I'll do anything." Her poise slipped, revealing a vulnerability that was as surprising as it was alluring. "I've been so lonely, and the thought of feeling... loved, even if it's just for a week..." Her words trailed off, and she took a shaky breath, her eyes pleading.

The room grew silent, the weight of her words pressing down on you like a physical force. You looked into those desperate eyes, searching for any sign of deceit, but found only pain and longing. It was a stark contrast to the cold, calculated woman you had met earlier. The idea of refusing her grew more difficult with each passing moment, the allure of the role-play blurring the lines between right and wrong.

"I'll think about it," you finally said, the words slipping from your lips before you could stop them. Leeseo's eyes snapped to you, a symphony of hope and fear playing out across her face. You knew you were playing with fire, but something about Yujin's plea had struck a chord deep within you. Perhaps it was the promise of financial stability, or maybe it was the chance to be needed again, to fill that void that Wonyoung had inadvertently left behind.

Yujin's expression brightened like a cloudless sky after a storm. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a sleek business card, pressing it into your hand. "Think carefully," she said, her voice a soft caress. "You have my number. Call me when you decide or came to my office." With that, she stood, her movements as elegant as a ballet dancer's. She walked to the door, the click of her heels a steady beat that matched the racing of your heart.

Once the door closed behind her, Leeseo's giggles bubbled up, breaking the tension. "Wow, Daddy," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You're like a celebrity!" But as the reality of the situation set in, her smile faded, and she looked at you with concern. "Is it okay?"

You sighed heavily, running a hand through your hair. "It's... complicated," you admitted. You sat down beside her, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. "You know what you did was wrong, right?"

Leeseo nodded, her eyes cast downward. "I know," she murmured. "But I didn't think it would go this far."

You sighed, pulling her into a tight embrace. "It's okay," you assured her. "We'll figure it out together." You felt her tense up at first, but gradually she melted into your arms, her head resting on your shoulder.

For the rest of the evening, you talked about the prank that had spiraled so wildly out of control. You explained the risks involved in her actions and the potential consequences that could have arisen from her impulsive decision. Leeseo listened intently, her eyes wide with understanding as she took in your words. You could see the cogs turning in her mind, the realization of her mistake setting in like the dark clouds of a storm.

As the night grew late, you found yourself staring into the darkness, the silence of the apartment feeling louder than ever. The soft snores of Leeseo from her bedroom were a comforting background melody, but your thoughts remained tangled in the web of the past week's events. The sadness in Ahn Yujin's eyes played on repeat in your mind, a haunting reminder of the desperation that had driven her to seek out the role-play.

With a heavy sigh, you pushed yourself off the couch and padded into Leeseo's room. She stirred as you sat on the edge of her bed, the moonlight casting a soft glow across her youthful features. "Daddy?" she murmured sleepily, her voice a sweet symphony that seemed to cut through the fog of your thoughts.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the conversation to come. "Leeseo," you began, your voice gentle yet firm. "Miss Ahn came to see us because she's lonely, just like Wonyoung was." You paused, watching her eyes widen with understanding. "But this isn't a game we should be playing."

Leeseo nodded, her cheeks flushing with a mix of guilt and empathy. "But she looked so sad, Daddy," she whispered, her voice a soft melody of concern. "Can't we help her?"

Her words stuck with you as you lay in bed that night, the rhythm of her breathing lulling you into a fitful sleep. The image of Yujin's desperate eyes haunted your dreams, a symphony of regret and longing that you couldn't ignore. By the time the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, you had made up your mind. You slid out of bed, the cold floor a jolting reminder of the reality you were about to step back into.

Dressing quickly, you grabbed the business card from the nightstand and headed out the door, leaving a sleeping Leeseo behind. The chilly morning air was a slap in the face, a stark contrast to the warmth of the apartment you had left just hours ago. The address on the card led you to a sleek skyscraper, the Ahn Group logo gleaming in the early light. The lobby was a marble masterpiece, the sound of heels echoing off the walls like a symphony of ambition.

As you rode the elevator to the top floor, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were walking into a lion's den. The doors opened with a soft ding, revealing a reception area that was all sharp angles and gleaming chrome. The receptionist looked up, her eyes widening slightly when she saw you. "Mr. Lee," she said, her voice a cool, professional melody. "Miss Ahn is expecting you."

Yujin's office was even more impressive than the lobby. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city, the skyscrapers stretching out like a concrete jungle beneath her. The room was dominated by a massive desk, its surface a chaos of papers and design books. But when you stepped inside, she looked up from her work, her expression shifting from focused to attentive. She rose from her chair, her movements as smooth as a jazz solo. "Thank you for coming," she said, her voice a seductive purr that seemed to resonate in the air.

The designer book she had been scrutinizing was forgotten, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. She was a study in contrasts—part CEO, part seductress—and the power she exuded was as intoxicating as it was intimidating. You couldn't help but feel like prey in the presence of such a predator. "Please," she gestured to the chair opposite her desk, "have a seat."

Her office was a symphony of power, from the sleek chrome accents to the leather chair that seemed to whisper of million-dollar deals. As you sat, you couldn't help but feel out of place, like a street performer who had stumbled into a concert hall. But you took a deep breath and began to speak, the words flowing from you like a well-rehearsed script. "Miss Ahn," you said, "I've thought about your proposal."

Yujin leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "And?" she prompted the single word a crescendo of hope.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the next act in this surreal play. "I've decided to accept your offer," you said, your voice a steady bass note in the quiet room. "But on one condition."

Yujin's eyes lit up, the excitement in them unmistakable. "Name it," she said, leaning forward in her chair.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts, the gravity of your decision weighing heavily on your shoulders. "I want you to understand that this is strictly a role-play," you began, your voice a firm bass line in the quiet symphony of the room. "No real emotions are involved. Once the week is over, we go back to our lives, and you won't seek me out again."

Yujin's smile grew, a symphony of understanding playing across her features. "I know," she said, her voice a sultry melody that seemed to dance around the words. "But I have a condition of my own." She paused for a beat, her eyes never leaving yours. "During the week, everyone involved will be on role-play duty. That means you'll replace me as CEO, and I'll become a full-time housewife."

The revelation was like a punch to the gut, the air leaving your lungs in a whoosh. "Me?" you sputtered, unable to believe what you were hearing. "A CEO?"

Yujin nodded, her smile never faltering. "It's all part of the role-play, Mr. Lee," she said, her voice a sultry melody that seemed to wrap around you like a warm embrace. "And as your daughter, Leeseo will be under my care."

The idea was ludicrous, yet intriguing. You felt a strange thrill at the thought of stepping into her shoes, of experiencing the power and prestige she wielded so effortlessly. "Alright," you agreed, your voice a tentative whisper. "But what happens if things get out of hand?"

Yujin leaned back in her chair, her gaze a symphony of confidence. "Mr. Lee," she said, her voice a warm, velvety purr, "I trust that you can do it and since you have accept my offer you can call me honey".

You nodded, the reality of your agreement setting in like a heavy weight. "Okay, honey," you murmured, the word feeling foreign on your tongue. "But what if—"

Yujin held up a hand, silencing you with a graceful wave. "No ifs," she said firmly, her voice a smooth melody that brooked no argument. "This is what I need." She leaned back in her chair, a knowing smile playing on her lips. 

Leeseo's eyes grew wide with wonder as she took in the grandeur of her new surroundings. "Wow, Daddy," she breathed, her voice a melody of amazement. "This is like a palace!" You couldn't help but smile at her excitement, the weight of your decision momentarily lifted by the joy on her face.

Beside Leeseo, Yujin watched with a knowing smile. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant dress, her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail that highlighted the sharp lines of her jaw. "Welcome home, my dear," she said, her voice a warm, maternal melody that seemed to resonate in the cavernous room. "I hope you'll find it to your liking."

Leeseo looked up at her with wide, unblinking eyes. “Mommy?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement. The word "Mommy" slipped from her lips with surprising ease, a testament to the depth of her longing for a mother figure. Yujin nodded, her smile never wavering. "Yes, really," she said, her eyes sparkling with a gentle warmth that seemed to fill the room. "This is our new home."

You watched the two of them, feeling like an outsider in a play you had written. Leeseo clung to Yujin's hand, her small fingers entwined with hers, as they explored the sprawling apartment. The sight was both heartwarming and eerie, a reminder of the complex dance you had signed up for. As they moved from room to room, Yujin's eyes never left yours, a silent symphony of understanding passing between you.

When they finally settled in the living room, the grandeur of the space seemed to shrink around the intimate tableau of the three of you. Yujin turned to Leeseo with a smile that was both warm and knowing. "Why don't you go unpack your things, sweetie?" she said, her voice a gentle nudge. "Daddy and I have some grown-up things to discuss."

Leeseo nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and skipped off to her new room, her laughter echoing through the hallway like a cheerful tune. You watched her go, feeling a strange mix of pride and unease. The ease with which she had slipped into her role was both impressive and unsettling.

Yujin turned to you, her smile softening into something more intimate. She stepped closer, her eyes searching yours, and before you could react, she leaned in and placed a tender kiss on your lips. It was a simple gesture, a mere peck, but it carried the weight of a thousand unspoken words. "Welcome home, my husband," she murmured, her voice a warm embrace.

The next days were a whirlwind of new responsibilities and uncharted territory. As the replacement CEO, you found yourself navigating the corporate jungle with a mix of trepidation and surprising ease. Yujin's employees regarded you with a mix of curiosity and respect, the weight of your new title a heavy symphony that seemed to follow you wherever you went. Yet, underneath the façade, you remained ever aware of the precarious balance between your role and the truth.

Meanwhile, Yujin struggled to adapt to her role as a housewife. Despite her poise and confidence in the boardroom, domestic tasks seemed to elude her graceful grasp. You watched from the corner of your eye as she tried to prepare dinner, her inexperience with the kitchen appliances leading to a symphony of errors. The smell of burnt food filled the air, a cacophony of culinary disaster that had Leeseo giggling from her place at the table.

The washing machine roared in protest as Yujin overloaded it with detergent, the bubbles spilling onto the floor like a frothy sea. She giggled in embarrassment as you rushed to her aid, turning off the faucet and mopping up the mess with a towel. The sight of her in her frilly apron, so unlike the powerful woman you had first met, was both endearing and jarring. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice a melody of apology. "I'm not used to this."

You couldn't help but chuckle, the absurdity of the situation a welcome reprieve from the tension that had been building. "It's alright, honey," you said, the word feeling more natural with each use. "We'll figure it out together." Together, you managed to salvage the laundry and reset the machine, the symphony of bubbles and splashes replaced by the steady hum of the spin cycle.

In the kitchen, you took charge, guiding her through the preparation of a simple meal. She watched your every move, her eyes a symphony of concentration as you chopped vegetables and seasoned the meat. The smell of sizzling garlic filled the air, a comforting melody that seemed to ease the tension between you. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice a gentle caress against your ear as she leaned in close to watch.

The dinner that night was a far cry from the gourmet feasts you had shared with Wonyoung. The chicken was slightly overcooked, the rice a tad too sticky, and the salad a battlefield of oversalted greens. But amidst the culinary chaos, there was a sense of camaraderie, a shared victory in the face of adversity. Leeseo chuckled as she took a bite of the salty chicken, her laughter a sweet melody that filled the room. "It's not bad, Mommy," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Yujin's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and determination. She picked up a plate, her movements a symphony of grace despite the mess around her. "I'll get better," she said, her voice a sultry promise. "I want to make you both proud."

Leeseo nodded, her eyes shining with belief. "I know you will, Mommy," she said, her voice a sweet melody of reassurance. With a final kiss on her forehead, you left them to clean up the kitchen.

In the living room, you settled onto the couch, the soft fabric a symphony of comfort as you switched on the TV. The familiar opening credits of an old drama filled the room, the melodrama a stark contrast to the real-life drama unfolding around you. You leaned back, watching the actors' dramatic expressions with detached amusement. It was easier to get lost in their world than to face the reality of your own.

Through the wall, you could hear the soft lilt of Yujin's voice as she read to Leeseo. The gentle rise and fall of her tone painted a picture of a world where dragons roamed and princesses were saved by brave knights. It was a far cry from the cold, calculated business mogul you had first met, and you found yourself smiling despite the gravity of your situation.

As the bedtime story reached its crescendo, the room grew quiet, and a few moments later, Yujin's footsteps echoed down the hallway. She entered the living room, her face a canvas of serenity in the dim light. You muted the TV, the sudden silence a stark contrast to the symphony of emotions playing in your head. She saw the amusement in your eyes and couldn't help but chuckle. "I never knew I had a hidden talent for bedtime stories," she said, her voice a soft melody of self-deprecation.

You nodded, the weight of her earlier confession still lingering. "You're a natural, a good mother," you said, the words slipping out before you could think better of it. Her eyes lit up at the compliment, and she took a seat beside you, the leather sighing in protest under her weight. The warmth of her body was a comforting presence, a stark contrast to the cold, hard reality of the world outside the apartment.

Yujin took a deep breath, the silence between you a poignant melody that seemed to stretch on forever. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice a soft, introspective whisper. "But it's not the same, you know?" She turned to face you, her eyes searching yours. "I've always wanted to be a mother."

Her words hung in the air like a question, and you found yourself nodding in understanding. You knew the pain of being unable to provide for someone you love, the ache of a dream unfulfilled. "What happened?" you asked gently, your voice a comforting bass line in the quiet symphony of the room.

Yujin took a deep breath, the air shuddering with the weight of her unspoken sorrow. "He left me," she said, her voice a poignant melody of heartbreak. "Because I couldn't give him a child." Her eyes searched yours, a silent plea for understanding. "He said I was broken, that I couldn't complete him."

You reached out, your hand covering hers in a gesture of support. "That's not true," you said firmly, your voice a steady beat of reassurance. "You're not defined by your ability to have children."

Yujin's eyes searched yours, the warmth of her smile tinged with sadness. "Thank you," she murmured, squeezing your hand gently. "It's just...hard to forget."

You nodded, understanding all too well the pain of the past. "But for now," you said, your voice a gentle reminder, "we're a family." You felt the words resonate within you, a melody of comfort that seemed to fill the space between you. "And as your husband," you continued, "I'm here to support you."

Without warning, Yujin leaned in, her eyes closing as she pressed her lips to yours. The kiss was soft, a whisper of connection that seemed to echo through the room. It was a moment of pure emotion, a symphony of yearning that transcended the boundaries of the role-play. You didn't pull away, instead letting the warmth of her touch wash over you. For a brief moment, you allowed yourself to believe in the fantasy, the sweet melody of her breath against your skin a seductive lullaby that promised refuge from the storm outside.

When she pulled back, her eyes remained closed, a smirk playing on her lips. "As your wife," she murmured, her voice a silky promise, "I'll do everything I can to make you happy." She opened her eyes, the playfulness in them a stark contrast to the vulnerability she had shown earlier. "Including," she added, her tone dropping to a sensual purr, "performing all my... wife duties."

The words sent a thrill through you, a melody of desire that you hadn't felt in a long time. It was a dangerous path, one you knew you couldn't walk without losing yourself in the role-play. But the temptation was too great, the allure of the fantasy too potent to resist. You leaned in, your breath a warm caress against her ear. "really?" you whispered, the challenge in your voice a siren's call.

Yujin's eyes fluttered open, a symphony of passion playing in their depths. She nodded, a silent acceptance of the dance you were about to begin. You stood, lifting her body into your arms as if she were a precious treasure. She wrapped her legs around your waist, her arms snaking around your neck. Her laughter was a sweet melody that seemed to fill the room, a counterpoint to the thundering of your heart.

You carried her down the hallway, the journey to the bedroom feeling like an eternity. The plush carpet muffled your footsteps, the air thick with the promise of what was to come. When you reached the door, you kicked it open with a dramatic flourish, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. The bed loomed before you, a stage for the most intimate of performances.

With a gentle toss, you placed her onto the soft mattress, her giggles a sweet melody that seemed to bounce off the walls. She watched as you peeled off your shirt, revealing the muscular contours of your chest and abs, a testament to the years of manual labor that had sculpted your body. Her eyes widened in awe, her breath catching in her throat as you revealed yourself to her.

"Come here, Daddy," she purred her voice a siren's call that was impossible to resist. You approached the bed, the anticipation a symphony of desire that played through your veins. Her hands reached out to you, her fingers tracing the lines of your chest with a feather-light touch that sent shivers down your spine. The room grew hotter, the air thick with the promise of passion.

Yujin's eyes never left yours as she began to lower your underwear, her movements a seductive dance that seemed to hypnotize you. "Mommy will please you," she whispered her voice a sweet melody that seemed to echo in the quiet symphony of the room.

As your cock sprang free, she couldn't hide the shock that flitted across her features. Her eyes widened, and she gasped, a symphony of surprise that seemed to hang in the air. For a moment, she simply stared, her hand hovering above your now exposed member. "It's... so big," she murmured, her voice a trembling aria of disbelief.

A smirk tugged at your lips as you watched her reaction. "Tasteful, too, Mommy," you quipped, your voice a playful bass note in the symphony of desire. The room grew still, the only sound the thundering of your hearts and the soft rustle of fabric as she leaned closer. Her breath was hot against your skin, a sweet melody that seemed to coax your arousal to new heights.

Yujin's eyes narrowed playfully as she reached out to trace the length of your shaft with a single, delicate finger. "Is that so?" she challenged, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down your spine. The teasing touch was like a spark, igniting the flame of desire that had been smoldering between you. "Why don't you let me be the judge of that, Daddy?"

With a knowing smile, she leaned in, her full, pink lips parting to take you in. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that had you gasping for air. Her tongue swirled around the tip, tasting and teasing as if you were a sweet treat she hadn't enjoyed in a lifetime. Her eyes remained locked on yours, a silent promise of more to come.

You watched as she took you deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. Her hands gripped the base of your shaft, her nails digging in slightly, a sweet symphony of pain and pleasure that had you groaning. Yujin's eyes watered, but she didn't stop, her determination to prove herself a worthy wife in this twisted game, evident in every move she made.

Her hair fell around her face, a dark curtain that framed the erotic sight of her mouth wrapped around you. You reached out, your hand tangling in the soft strands, gently guiding her movements. Each stroke of your hand across her scalp was a silent message of approval, a sweet melody that seemed to fuel her passion. She moaned around you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body.

The sight of her, so eager and willing, was intoxicating, a heady cocktail of power and lust that made your head spin. "Mommy, your mouth feels so good around me," you murmured, the words a gentle praise that seemed to spur her on. Yujin's eyes gleamed with pride, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. Her movements grew more frantic, her tongue swirling around you with a newfound enthusiasm.

Her grip on your cock tightened, the sound of her saliva mixing with your pre-cum a wet symphony that had you groaning with pleasure. You watched as she took you deeper, her throat constricting around you, a tight, wet warmth that had you fighting the urge to come right there.

But you held back, the need to savor this moment a powerful force within you. With a gentle tug, you withdrew from her mouth, her lips making a popping sound as they parted. She looked up at you with a pout, her eyes a melody of confusion and need. You couldn't help but smile at her eagerness, stroking her cheek with a tender touch. "Not yet, honey," you murmured, your voice a soothing bass that seemed to calm the storm within her.

Instead, you decided to give her a taste of what was to come. You slid your hand down her body, tracing the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips. Her skin was like silk under your fingertips, a symphony of sensations that had you aching to explore further. With a single, deft movement, you lifted her dress, the fabric whispering against her skin like a lover's sigh. She lay before you in her lacy lingerie, a feast for the eyes that had your mouth watering.

Her underwear was a delicate shade of pink, the lace a tantalizing glimpse of the treasure that lay beneath. You took a moment to appreciate the sight, your cock throbbing in anticipation. "This is where I want to fill you," you murmured, your voice a bass note of desire that seemed to resonate within her.

Yujin's eyes grew heavy with lust, her breath hitching in her throat. "Please, Daddy," she begged, the words a sweet melody that made your blood boil. "Fuck Mommy's slutty pussy." Her voice was a siren's call, beckoning you to claim her, to make her yours in every way possible. But you had other plans.

With a smirk that spoke volumes, you knelt before her, your eyes never leaving hers as you parted her thighs. The scent of her arousal filled the air, a heady perfume that had you craving a taste. "Let me taste you first, Mommy," you murmured, your voice a gentle promise of pleasure. She nodded, her cheeks flushed with anticipation.

Yujin's hands clutched the sheets as you leaned in, your tongue tracing the delicate lace of her panties. With a single, decisive move, you pushed the fabric aside, exposing her wet labia to the cool air. Her pussy glistened with desire, a sweet symphony of need that had your mouth watering. You didn't waste any time, diving in with a hunger that surprised even you.

Her gasp was a sweet melody that seemed to fill the room as your tongue made contact with her clit. You teased and tasted, savoring the sweetness that was uniquely hers. The symphony of her pleasure grew louder, her hips rising to meet your mouth as you worked her into a frenzy. Her legs quivered around your shoulders, her nails digging into your back, a silent plea for more.

Yujin's moans grew more insistent, her voice a symphony of need that had you eager to please. "Daddy," she whimpered, the word a breathless cry that seemed to echo through the room. "Stick your tongue like that." You obeyed, zeroing in on her sweet spot, the tip of your tongue flicking and swirling with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra of desire.

Her legs tightened around your head, the soft flesh of her thighs a gentle vice that threatened to cut off your air. You didn't care, the symphony of her pleasure was all that mattered. Her grip on your hair grew firmer, her hips bucking against your face as she chased her climax. The sound of your tongue against her wet flesh was a sweet melody that seemed to fill the room, a rhythm that grew more intense with each passing second.

You felt the tension build within her, the walls of her pussy pulsing around the tip of your tongue like a heartbeat. It was a symphony of need, a crescendo that had you eager to bring her to the brink. You pushed deeper, your tongue delving into her tight, wet heat, feeling the walls of her pussy quiver against you. The taste of her arousal was a heady elixir that had you craving more, a sweet symphony that seemed to drive you wild.

Yujin's hips bucked against your face, her movements growing more erratic as you increased the tempo. Each stroke was a declaration of war, a battle against the constraints of the role-play, and you were determined to win. The sound of her breath grew ragged, her moans a sweet melody that seemed to crescendo with each pass of your tongue. You could feel her climax approaching, a tidal wave of pleasure that was about to crash over her.

And then it hit. Her walls clamped down around your tongue, her body arching off the bed as she screamed your name. "Daddy, I'm cumming!" The words were a symphony of release, a declaration of surrender to the passion that consumed her. Her juices spurted forth, coating your face in a warm, sticky embrace that seemed to seal the deal. You lapped it up eagerly, savoring the taste of her release, the sweet symphony of her pleasure.

Her legs trembled as she came down from the high, her grip on your hair loosening as she melted into the mattress. You pulled back, your face glistening with her essence, and watched as she panted, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her climax. Her eyes were glazed over, a symphony of satisfaction playing in their depths. "Oh, Daddy," she murmured, her voice a soft melody of contentment. "That was... incredible."

With a smirk, you leaned in to peck her lips, sharing the sweetness of her release. "It's all for you, Mommy," you whispered, your voice a warm bass that seemed to resonate within her. "Your taste is just as sweet as the words you say."

Her eyes fluttered open, a symphony of desire playing in their depths. She pulled you closer, her mouth crushing against yours in a kiss that was both tender and fierce. Your tongues danced together, a sweet melody of intimacy that seemed to drown out the world around you. You could feel the passion building again, a crescendo that was impossible to ignore.

Yujin's hands roamed your body, her fingers tracing the lines of your back, a gentle symphony that seemed to play in time with the beat of your heart. She moaned into your mouth, her nails digging into your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The taste of her juices lingered on your lips, a sweet reminder of the power you held over her.

With a grin, you broke the kiss, your eyes gleaming with mischief. "It's your turn to please me, Mommy," you murmured, the words a seductive bass that seemed to resonate through her. She nodded eagerly, a symphony of agreement that had your cock pulsing with anticipation.

With surprising agility, you lifted her hips, positioning her thighs on your thigh, face to face. The head of your cock hovered over her glistening pussy, the anticipation a delicious tension that had you both panting. You watched as she bit her lip, her eyes never leaving yours as you slid into her, the wet heat of her core swallowing you whole.

Her expression was pure bliss, a symphony of pleasure that had your heart racing. Her moans grew louder, each one a sweet melody that seemed to resonate through your soul. The way her pussy clenched around you was like a warm, wet embrace, a sensation that had you groaning with every inch you claimed. "Oh, Daddy," she whispered, her voice a trembling aria of need. "Your cock feels so good inside me."

With a firm grip on her thigh, you held her in place, your left hand gently cradling the back of her head. You leaned in, your mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was both tender and possessive. The softness of her lips was a stark contrast to the fierce passion that burned between you, a sweet melody that seemed to soothe the savage beast that roared within. You felt her tongue dart out, tentatively at first, a shy exploration that grew bolder with each stroke.

Your cock slid into her with a slow, deliberate ease, filling her completely. The sensation was like nothing you had ever felt before, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate through every fiber of your being. You whispered against her lips, "Your pussy is so tight, Mommy," the words a gentle praise that seemed to make her shiver.

With your right hand firmly on her thigh, you began to move, setting a rhythm that was both languid and demanding. Each thrust was a declaration of intent, a promise to give her everything she desired. Your left hand cupped the back of her head, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss that seemed to meld your souls together. Your tongues danced in a sensual tango, a sweet melody that grew more intense with each stroke of your hips.

Yujin's moans grew in volume, each one a sweet note that played directly into your ear. They were like a symphony of pleasure, a melody that grew more complex with each passing second. You could feel her tightening around you, her walls gripping your cock in a fierce embrace. Each thrust was met with a gasp, a whimper, a crescendo of desire that seemed to spur you on.

The slow, sensual rhythm grew more intense, your hips moving with a primal urgency. Each stroke was a declaration of dominance, a claiming of what was yours. Her nails dug into your shoulders, a silent plea for more, a symphony of need that had you eager to oblige. You felt the tension in her body, the coil of desire that was winding tighter with each passing moment.

Yujin's breath grew ragged, her moans a sweet melody that seemed to fill the room. Her eyes searched yours, a silent question that needed no words. You knew what she was asking, and you were more than willing to give it to her. You picked up the pace, your cock driving into her with a ferocity that had her body shaking. The bed frame creaked in protest, a bass line to the symphony of passion that played between you.

With each thrust, you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, the crescendo of pleasure building to a crescendo that was almost too much to bear. You knew she was close too, her pussy tightening around you like a fist, her nails digging into your skin like talons. "Daddy," she whispered, her voice a trembling aria of desire. "I'm going to cum again."

You managed to break the kiss, your breath coming in ragged pants. "Hold on, Mommy," you murmured, your voice a bass rumble of control. "Let's do it together." You reached between her legs, your thumb finding her clit with unerring precision. The pad of your thumb began to rub in small, tight circles, the pressure building until she was gasping and writhing beneath you.

Her eyes locked onto yours, a symphony of pleasure playing out across her features. "I'm so close," she panted, her voice a sweet melody of need. "Please, Daddy, let's cum together." The words were a siren's call, one that you couldn't resist. You felt the pressure building within you, a volcano ready to erupt.

With a nod, you increased your pace, your cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, sloppy sound that seemed to echo through the room. The rhythm was a symphony of desire, a crescendo that grew more intense with each stroke. You watched as her eyes grew heavy with lust, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Come for me, Mommy," you growled, the words a bass note that seemed to resonate in the very core of her being. "Let me feel your pussy tighten around me." Yujin's eyes snapped open, a symphony of passion playing in their depths. She nodded, her body arching as she gave in to the pleasure.

With one final, powerful thrust, you felt the walls of her pussy spasm around you, a sweet symphony of release that had you groaning with satisfaction. Your own climax was close, a storm that threatened to consume you. "Now, Daddy," she panted, her voice a sweet melody of urgency. "I want to feel you fill me up."

You nodded, the intensity of her words sending a shiver down your spine. With a final, desperate surge, you pushed into her, your cock pulsing as ropes of cum shot into her welcoming depths. The sensation was indescribable, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate through every inch of your being. Yujin's eyes rolled back in her head, her body tightening around you like a vice as she screamed your name, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.

As the crescendo of pleasure began to subside, you felt the weight of exhaustion settle over you. Your muscles quivered with the effort, your breathing ragged and uneven. But through the haze of pleasure, a smile tugged at your lips. You had never felt more alive, more connected to someone than you did in that moment.

With a gentle sigh, you pulled out of her, the feeling of emptiness a stark contrast to the fullness you had just felt. Yujin lay there, panting and trembling, her eyes glazed over with the aftermath of her climax. You couldn't help but admire the beauty of her flushed cheeks and the dampness of her hair, a testament to the passion that had just played out between you.

Feeling the weight of your own release, you leaned over to kiss her forehead, the gesture a silent declaration of tenderness amidst the symphony of your ragged breaths. Her eyes fluttered open, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked up at you. In that moment, the lines between role-play and reality blurred, leaving only the raw, intimate connection that had been forged.

But as the afterglow began to fade, the memory of Wonyoung intruded, a sharp note in the otherwise harmonious melody. You had promised to keep the lines clear, to not let the passion of the role-play bleed into your actual life. Yet, every time you were with Yujin, it was as if the world outside ceased to exist. The guilt of your infidelity tugged at your conscience, a dissonant chord that threatened to ruin the sweet symphony of your shared moments.

You watched as she moved around the house, her actions a ballet of grace and efficiency. She had truly embraced her role as your wife, and the sight of her playing with Leeseo was a picture of domestic bliss. The way they interacted, the laughter that filled the room, it was almost like watching a real mother and daughter. Each giggle and shared smile was a poignant reminder of what you had lost, what you had given up for this arrangement.

But as the days passed, Yujin began to show you a different side of herself, a side that went beyond the role-play. She would sneak glances at you when she thought you weren't looking, her eyes filled with a warmth that seemed to reach into your very soul. Her touch grew more tender, her voice softer, and you found yourself craving her presence in a way that had nothing to do with the paycheck she brought home.

One day, she decided to surprise you with a homemade lunch, something she had never done before. She had been up early, cooking your favorite dishes with a care that spoke volumes about her feelings for you. The scent of her perfume lingered on the Tupperware containers, a sweet symphony that seemed to dance through the air.

When she arrived at your office, her eyes sparkled with excitement, the promise of a secret waiting to be revealed. You couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation as she handed you the lunch, her fingers lingering on yours for just a second too long. "For you, Daddy," she murmured, her voice a soft melody that seemed to resonate in your very soul.

The moment you opened the Tupperware, the aroma of japchae filled the room, a symphony of sweet potato noodles, vegetables, and beef that had your mouth watering. You had always loved the way she made it, the perfect balance of sweet and savory that reminded you of home. But today, the scent was laced with something else, something intimate and intoxicating.

With a playful smile, Yujin settled onto your lap, her softness a stark contrast to the firmness of your desk chair. She took a mouthful of the steaming dish, her eyes never leaving yours as she held it out to you. The heat of her breath tickled your skin, a sweet melody that had you leaning in closer.

"Open your mouth, honey," she cooed, her voice a gentle bass that seemed to resonate through your body. You obeyed, your mouth open and waiting like a baby bird for its mother's offering. She leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she placed the food on your tongue. The taste was heavenly, a symphony of flavors that had your taste buds singing with joy.

As you chewed and swallowed, you couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through you, a sensation that had nothing to do with the food itself. Yujin's smile grew wider, the sight of your pleasure a balm to her soul. "Mm, good?" she asked, her voice a sweet melody that seemed to play directly to your heart. You nodded, unable to find the words to express just how much you enjoyed her gesture.

When the last piece of japchae remained, she leaned in, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I feel hungry too, honey," she murmured, her voice a seductive bass that seemed to resonate in your very bones. Without a moment's hesitation, she picked up the final piece with her chopsticks and brought it to her mouth. But instead of swallowing, she leaned closer, her lips brushing against yours.

The warmth of her breath mingled with the sweet aroma of the food, creating a symphony of sensations that had your heart racing. She parted her lips slightly, the tip of her tongue poking out to touch the noodle, a silent invitation that had your mouth watering. With a smirk, she slid the piece into her mouth, her eyes never leaving yours.

Yujin withdrew from your kiss, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she chewed the last bite of japchae. She swallowed with a dramatic flair, her throat bobbing in a way that had your cock twitching with renewed interest. "Are you still hungry, Daddy?" she asked, her voice a playful melody that seemed to dance around the question.

With a wink, she stepped back, her dress pooling around her feet. The sight of her bare body was like a symphony of desire, each curve and contour playing a note that had you captivated. The way her breasts bounced with the movement, the softness of her stomach, the way her thighs met at the apex of her legs... it was a masterpiece that had you salivating like a starving man.

You didn't waste a moment, stripping off your own clothes with a haste that was almost comical. The fabric whispered against your skin, a sweet melody that seemed to play in time with the pounding of your heart. As the last piece fell away, you stepped closer to her, your cock standing at attention like a soldier awaiting orders.

The office outside was a blur, the reflective glass in Yujin's room offering a tantalizing glimpse of the world beyond. You watched as your employees moved about, oblivious to the symphony of passion unfolding right before their eyes. There was something thrilling about being so exposed yet unseen, a delicious tension that had you both panting with anticipation.

"Aren't you embarrassed, Mommy?" you whispered, your voice a seductive bass that seemed to wrap around her. She looked at you with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Why should I be?" she replied, her voice a sweet melody that seemed to challenge you. "They can't see us."

Yujin stepped closer to the reflective glass, her body a symphony of curves and softness that seemed to reflect the light in a way that was almost ethereal. You couldn't help but follow her, your eyes drawn to the sight of her nakedness. The office outside was a blur of motion, a stark contrast to the intimate stillness of the room you shared. The thrill of potential discovery was a heady aphrodisiac, a symphony of excitement that had your blood racing.

Leaning herself against the icy cold barrier, she turned to you with a sultry smile. Her eyes were pools of desire, a melody of lust that seemed to play directly to your soul. You stepped closer, your cock brushing against her thigh, the warmth of your skin a stark contrast to the chill of the glass. With a gentle touch, she reached up to trace the outline of your jaw, her fingertips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Your mouth met hers with a fierce passion that seemed to shatter the very air around you. The kiss was a declaration of war, a battle of tongues and teeth that had you both gasping for air. Yujin's body melted into yours, her soft curves a symphony of submission that had you groaning with need. You could feel the coolness of the glass through her skin, a reminder of the world outside that seemed so far away in that moment.

The thrill of potential discovery, the sweet melody of risk, had your heart racing like a wild stallion. You reached down, your hand cupping her ass, the firmness of her flesh a stark contrast to the cold glass beneath. You pulled her closer, grinding your cock against her stomach, the friction a delicious torture that had you both panting with anticipation.

With a wicked smile, you leaned back against the reflective surface, the chill sending a shiver down your spine. "Kneel down, Mommy," you murmured, your voice a bass rumble that seemed to echo through the room. Yujin's eyes widened with surprise, but she obeyed without hesitation, dropping to her knees in front of you. The sight of her, naked and submissive, was a symphony of desire that had your cock pulsing with need.

Her soft, warm breath was a stark contrast to the cold glass as she leaned in, her full lips parting to take you in. The sensation was like nothing you had ever felt before, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate through every inch of your being.

From Yujin's view, the reflection in the glass was a tableau of illicit desire, a painting of a world where everyone outside was a silent observer to their intimate dance. Her employees moved about, their mundane tasks a stark contrast to the passionate symphony unfolding just a few feet away. The thrill of being watched, of being the unseen conductor of this secret orchestra, had her heart racing with excitement. She watched as her own eyes, filled with lust and adoration, stared back at her, a silent testament to her own desires.

With each stroke of her mouth, the reflection grew more obscene, more tantalizing. Her employees' movements grew hazy, a blur of oblivion that only served to highlight the intimate connection between both of you  The glass was a barrier that both shielded and exposed them, a silent witness to their transgressions. She felt a rush of power, a bass note of dominance that had her pussy growing wetter with each bob of her head.

"Look at them, Mommy," you whispered, your voice a seductive melody that seemed to wrap around her like a warm embrace. "They have no idea that right now, their boss is sucking my cock, making me feel like a king." Yujin moaned around your length, the vibration sending a shiver down your spine. She knew you loved watching her, loved the way she submitted to you, especially in such a public, yet private, setting.

Her hand reached up to grab your pelvis, her grip firm as she deep-throated you with renewed vigor. The sight of her, kneeling before you, her eyes almost rolled up with pleasure, was a symphony of submission that had you on the edge. You watched the reflection of her face in the glass, a canvas of passion painted with sticky mucus, her cheeks hollowed out as she took you in deeper. The sensation was like nothing you had ever felt before, a sweet symphony of need that had you groaning with every stroke.

As you felt the tension in your balls tighten, you knew you were close. The thought of spilling your seed into her mouth was almost too much to bear, but you had a different crescendo in mind. With a gentle tug, you withdrew your cock from her lips, the sound of it popping out echoing through the room like a gunshot. Her eyes widened in surprise, a melody of confusion playing in her gaze. But the smirk on your face was all the explanation she needed.

"I need to take your other hole, Mommy," you whispered, your voice a seductive bass that seemed to resonate through her body. You reached around, your hand patting her ass with a possessive tenderness that had her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. Yujin's eyes searched yours, the question in them unspoken but clear. You nodded, the answer to her silent inquiry a symphony of desire that had her ass clenching with anticipation.

With a smirk, she bent over, her ass a tantalizing crescent that seemed to beckon you closer. The reflection in the glass was a masterpiece of lust, a symphony of flesh that had your cock pulsing with need. The contrast between her soft curves and the cold, hard surface was almost too much to bear, a sweet melody of desire that had you craving more.

Yujin leaned herself against the reflective barrier, the glass cold against her skin as she arched her back, offering herself to you. The smirk on her face was a declaration of war, a challenge that had your blood racing. "Take it, Daddy," she murmured, her voice a seductive bass that seemed to resonate through the room. "I want to feel you destroy me."

With a growl of approval, you stroked your cock, the head glistening with pre-cum and her saliva. The anticipation was a symphony of desire, each stroke a crescendo that brought you closer to the edge. You watched her in the reflection, her eyes hooded with lust, her mouth slightly parted in a silent gasp of anticipation.

"Careful what you wish for, Mommy," you murmured, your voice a bass rumble that seemed to echo through the room. With a wicked smile, you raised your hand and brought it down on her ass with a sharp smack. The sound echoed through the room, a sweet symphony of pain that had her jolting forward with a yelp.

Yet, as you watched her in the reflection, her eyes never left yours, the challenge in them growing stronger. You stepped closer, the head of your cock pressing against her tight ring, the slickness of your arousal making the initial contact almost painless. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes squeezed shut as she took a deep breath. The anticipation was a symphony of tension, each heartbeat a crescendo that had you both on the edge.

With a gentle push, you began to ease yourself inside her, the tightness of her ass a sweet symphony of resistance that had you groaning with pleasure. Yujin's face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure, a silent melody that seemed to play directly to your soul. "Keep going," she murmured, her voice a hoarse whisper that seemed to be ripped from her very core. "I can handle it."

The sensation was unlike anything you had ever felt before, a symphony of fullness that had you panting with each shallow thrust. Her saliva had created a slick path, allowing your cock to slide in with surprising ease. Each inch felt like a victory, a testament to the trust and desire that existed between the two of you. The sound of your bodies coming together was a rhythmic symphony that seemed to fill the room, a bass line of passion that had you both lost in the moment.

With a primal growl, you pressed her body against the cold glass, the contrast of her warm flesh against the icy surface a thrill that had your senses reeling. The reflection in the window was a blur of passion, a silent film of desire that played out for an unknowing audience. As you pounded into her, her breasts bounced with each thrust, the sight of her nipples hardening with pleasure a symphony of eroticism that had you on the edge.

Yujin felt the shift in your movements, the sudden urgency in your strokes. She looked up, her eyes meeting yours in the reflection, a silent question in her gaze. You smirked, nodding towards the blindsided witness to your symphony of desire. "Someone's watching, Mommy," you murmured, your voice a seductive bass that seemed to rumble through her body. "What if he knew just how much of a slutty boss you are?"

The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning, a symphony of arousal that seemed to electrify her very soul. Her eyes grew wide with a mix of horror and excitement, a sweet melody of surprise that had her anal hole  clenching around your cock. Without missing a beat, you reached down, your finger sliding between her soaked folds, collecting the warm juices that had pooled there. "Look how much you're leaking for me," you whispered, your voice a dark melody of triumph. 

Yujin bit her lip, her eyes never leaving yours as you brought your wet digit to her clit, the pressure a sweet symphony of pleasure that had her hips bucking against you. Each stroke was a declaration of war, a battle of wills that had her pussy singing with need. The young man outside still didn't know what both you are doing the other side of glass.

Her eyes grew hazy, the reflection in the glass blurring into a symphony of ecstasy as she came, her body shaking with the force of her release. She gripped the glass, her knuckles white with the effort of keeping herself upright, her cries of pleasure muffled by the hand you had clamped over her mouth. The sound of her muffled moans was a symphony of power, a bass line that had you grinning with satisfaction.

As her orgasm crested, you watched in the reflection as the young man left for the place without realized intercourse between you. The moment was a sweet victory, a secret shared between you that no one else would ever know.

Yujin lay on the carpet, her body limp and panting, a symphony of spent passion. Her ass was still gaping from your relentless pounding, a testament to the symphony of pleasure you had just played. Despite the intensity of her climax, your cock remained hard, demanding its own release. With a predatory smile, you knelt behind her, your cock still coated with the sweetness of her ass.

With surprising grace, you lowered yourself onto the plush carpet, aligning your body with hers. She was like a ragdoll, pliant and willing, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. You slid your arm under her, your hand cupping her breast as you guided your cock back to her open hole. The warmth of her body was a stark contrast to the cold floor beneath you, a sweet melody of comfort that had you groaning with need.

As you entered her once more, your tongue traced the path of her spine, leaving a trail of wetness that had her arching into your touch. Each lick was a symphony of pleasure, a gentle caress that seemed to resonate through her body. You felt her muscles tense around you, a delicious symphony of anticipation that had your cock pulsing with desire. "Your cock feels so good in my ass, Daddy," she murmured, her voice a sultry melody that seemed to beckon you deeper.

Her breath hitched as you cupped her breasts, your thumbs flicking her hardened nipples with a casual cruelty that had her back bowing. "You like that?" you whispered, your voice a seductive bass that seemed to coil around her like a warm embrace. Yujin nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as she moaned, the sound a sweet symphony of pleasure that had you grinning. "I need it," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea that seemed to echo through the room. "I need your cum inside my ass".

With a smirk, you grabbed her hips, your grip bruising as you began to thrust with a ferocity that had her crying out. Each movement was a crescendo of pleasure, a symphony of need that had you both panting with anticipation. The sound of skin slapping against skin grew louder, a sloppy crescendo that seemed to fill the air. Her moans grew in volume, a melody of passion that grew more intense with each passing moment.

You watched her in the reflection, her face a canvas of ecstasy, her eyes closed in pleasure. The sight of her, taking your cock with such abandon, was a symphony of power that had your balls tightening with every stroke. "I'm going to cum," you growled, your voice a bass rumble that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. "I'm going to fill your ass with my seed, Mommy."

Her eyes snapped open, meeting yours in the reflection. "Do it," she whispered, her voice a breathless melody of need. "I want to feel you claim me, Daddy." The words were like a spell, a sweet incantation that had you pounding into her with renewed vigor. The glass was a silent witness to your conquest, a barrier that only served to amplify the symphony of desire that was building between you.

With a final, powerful thrust, you felt the warmth of your release spurt into her, filling her ass like a flood of molten lava. The sensation was like nothing you had ever felt before, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate through every inch of your being. Yujin's eyes rolled back in her head, her body tightening around you as she took your seed deep inside her. The sight of her, lost in the throes of passion, was like a visual symphony of eroticism that had you groaning with satisfaction.

As you withdrew from her, the evidence of your union leaked down her thighs like a river of white-hot desire. She collapsed onto the floor, her legs trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. You couldn't help but admire the view, her ass a beautiful mess, glistening with your cum. "Mommy," you murmured, your voice a gentle bass, "you're so perfect, so tight." It was a declaration of victory, a sweet melody that seemed to hang in the air like a promise of more to come.

As the final moments of your agreement ticked away, you found yourself in the boardroom, the very place where the deal had been struck. The stark contrast between the cold, professional setting and the steamy scenes you had shared was a jarring reminder of the boundary you had both agreed to maintain. Yujin looked at you with a mix of sadness and longing, her eyes a silent melody of unspoken words. Despite her best efforts to keep her emotions in check, the corners of her mouth turned down in a pout that seemed to pull at your heartstrings.

Leeseo, ever the perceptive one, noticed the shift in the air. She approached her role-play mother with a gentle touch, her eyes searching yours for reassurance. "It's okay, Mom," she murmured, her voice a sweet melody of understanding. "We knew this was temporary." Yet, even as she spoke, you could see the tears welling up in her eyes, a silent symphony of pain that seemed to mirror your own hidden feelings.

Yet, you knew the rules of the game. You had to keep it professional, to maintain the facade that had been so meticulously crafted. So, you forced a smile, your voice a steady bass as you responded, "Thank you for everything, Yujin." The words were a farewell, a final note in the symphony of your arrangement. Yujin's eyes searched yours, the unspoken goodbye a silent crescendo that seemed to hang in the air.

The following week, you found yourself slipping back into the mundane routine of your life, the memories of your steamy encounters with Yujin a distant melody that played in the back of your mind. You had become complacent, allowing the comfort of your new role to lull you into a false sense of security. But fate had other plans.

One evening, as you lazily flipped through the channels on the TV, seeking solace in the predictable plotlines of an old drama, your smartphone buzzed on the coffee table. The sight of Yujin's name on the screen sent a jolt of adrenaline through your system, a sharp note that pierced the quiet symphony of your solitude.

With a trembling hand, you answered the call, her voice a frantic melody of panic that had you sitting up straight. "Mr. Lee," she gasped, her words tumbling out in a rush. "You need to come over immediately. It's about Leeseo."

Your heart dropped to your stomach, the symphony of fear that played in your chest deafening. "What happened?" you demanded, your voice a bass rumble of concern. Yujin took a deep breath, her voice shaking as she spoke. "Leeseo... she put herself on eBay. And the person who bought her... it's Wonyoung."

To Be Continue

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The crowd goes wild as Eunbi starts her performance. She's known for her powerful voice and fiery dance moves. The stage lights flash in rhythm with the bass, and the screams of fans fill the air. You can feel the energy building, the heat of the day mixing with the excitement of the moment.

As Eunbi sings the chorus, she dramatically raises her arms, her white crop top riding up and revealing her toned midriff. She smiles playfully, teasing the audience with a glimpse of her black lacy bra. The fans go crazy, their phone cameras flashing like stars in the night sky. Her dance moves are sharp, precise, and incredibly alluring, each step and twirl a testament to her dedication and skill.

You and the other backup dancers are in perfect sync, moving as if you've been a team for years. The choreography is intense, and the water guns and splash pads scattered around the stage only add to the excitement. The cool spray from the water hits your skin, providing a brief respite from the heat. You can't help but feel a rush of adrenaline as you glide through the routine, the water droplets sparkling in the air like diamonds.

As the music reaches its climax, Eunbi makes her way over to you for a dramatic dance sequence. Your heart is racing in time with the beat, and when she presses herself against you, her drenched top clings to her body. You can feel her breath on your neck, her heart thumping in sync with yours. Her breast presses against your chest, and you're suddenly hyper-aware of the thin barrier of fabric separating you from her bare skin. The crowd goes wild, interpreting the move as a seductive part of the performance, but for you, it's a mix of professionalism and the undeniable thrill of the moment.

You push aside any personal feelings and focus on the routine, but the electricity between you is palpable. Each move is calculated, yet it feels like you're improvising in the heat of the moment. You can feel the pressure of her body, the warmth seeping through the soaked material. It's a dance of passion and power, a story told through movement and touch.

Eunbi's busty breasts bounce with every beat, a mesmerizing sight that's impossible to ignore. Her tight thighs flex and release as she moves, displaying the strength and grace that has made her an idol. Despite the professional setting, it's clear that she's enjoying herself, her cheerful persona shining through even when she's supposed to be in character. She winks at you during a particularly intense move, and you can't help but smile back.

The dance routine continues, the two of you moving as one, your bodies intertwined in a dance of passion and precision. The water from the guns and splash pads soak through your outfits, clinging to your skin, making every move feel more intimate. The audience's screams only grow louder as the performance reaches its peak, the energy in the air thick with excitement.

As the music begins to fade, you catch your breath, trying to regain your composure. Your heart is still racing from the intense dance, and you can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. The crowd's applause is deafening, a testament to the successful performance. As the stage lights dim, you follow Eunbi backstage, her senior dancer close behind.

You're surprised when she leads you to the stall room, an area typically reserved for quick changes and brief moments of solitude amidst the chaos of backstage life. You enter the room, expecting to find a quiet space to catch your breath, but instead, you're met with an unexpected sight: Eunbi is already there, her hair plastered to her face and her makeup slightly smudged from the water, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. And she's not alone. Tim, another dancer from your team, is with her, his eyes lighting up when he sees you.

"Hey, newbie," one of the senior dancers calls out, slapping you on the back with a laugh. "Welcome to the real show!"

Eunbi's eyes twinkle with excitement as she explains, "This is our little tradition after every big performance. We have a surprise for you!"

The room is filled with laughter and playful banter as the senior dancers start to peel off their wet clothes, revealing their toned physiques. The atmosphere shifts from professional to playful in an instant, and you can't help but feel a mix of shock and anticipation. Last year's Water Bomb had apparently been the start of something unique, a tradition born from the wild spirit of the festival.

"It's like a right of passage," one of them says, winking at you as he tosses his shirt aside. "After every big show, we all get to... share in Eunbi's victory." His words hang in the air, thick with suggestion. You've heard whispers of this tradition before, but never thought it was real.

Eunbi smirks as one by one, the other dancers strip down to their underwear, their movements quick and casual, as if this is the most natural thing in the world. The room is filled with the sound of wet fabric hitting the floor, the smell of chlorine and sweat mingling with the faint scent of perfume. You stand there, frozen, unsure of what to do next. You're the newcomer, the outsider.

Her sultry tone pierces through the cacophony of the room, "Oh, finally getting a cock," she says, her voice a seductive purr that sends a shiver down your spine. You look at her, still in her wet outfit, the fabric of her bra clearly visible underneath. Her gaze meets yours, and for a moment, it feels like you're the only two people in the room. The air crackles with tension, and you realize that she's not just referring to the victory of the performance.

One by one, the senior dancers approach Eunbi, each one eager to show his appreciation for her performance. They start to kiss her neck, her cheeks, and even her exposed midriff, their hands roaming freely over her wet body. The room is a whirlwind of activity, a blur of half-dressed bodies and flashing smiles. You stand there, watching, not sure if you should join in or if you're just supposed to observe.

Then, with a dramatic flair, Eunbi grabs her own clothes and tosses them aside, revealing her drenched black bra. "Bring your cock here to Mommy, boys," she says, her voice dripping with desire. The words hang in the air, thick with challenge and invitation. You feel a mix of excitement and anxiety as the dancers around you start to strip completely, their erections bobbing with anticipation.

The music from the festival outside filters into the stall room, a faint echo of the euphoria that had just been shared on stage. Eunbi kneels down in the center of the circle, her legs parted, and she begins to stroke two of the senior dancers' cocks with both her hands. Her eyes are closed, her mouth slightly open, and her cheeks flush with the heat of the moment. The sight of her is intoxicating, her wet hair clinging to her bare shoulders, her breathing heavy and labored.

One of the seniors, a tall, muscular man with a cocky smile, steps forward and brings his cock to her lips. She opens her mouth eagerly, taking him in, her head bobbing with the rhythm of her own strokes. The sound of her wet, eager suckling fills the room, a stark contrast to the professional persona she had just moments ago. The other senior's cock remains in her firm grip, her hand moving in a steady, practiced motion that speaks of a woman who knows what she wants.

You stand there, your heart racing, as you watch Eunbi pleasure the three men. The scene is both erotic and slightly intimidating. You've never been a part of anything like this before, but there's something about the raw, unfiltered passion that has you captivated. You feel your own cock stiffen in your pants, a traitorous response to the situation that you try to ignore.

With a flick of her wrist, Eunbi's bra is unclipped, and it falls away, revealing her firm, round breasts. The senior dancers let out a collective groan of appreciation as they caught sight of her bare flesh. Her nipples are hard and pink, standing out against the pale skin of her breasts. The fabric of her miniskirt is soaked, clinging to her curves like a second skin.

One of the seniors gently pulls at the hem of her skirt, and she raises her hips, allowing him to slide it off her body. She's left in nothing but her black safety pants, which are also drenched and see-through. You can see the outline of her pussy, the fabric molded to her sex, leaving nothing to the imagination. The sight is incredibly arousing, and you find yourself taking a step closer to the action, your own desire getting the better of you.

The senior with the cockiest smile takes charge, positioning himself between her legs. He grips the waistband of her pants and pulls them down, revealing her bare, shaved pussy. Eunbi's eyes never leave yours as she spreads her legs wider, inviting him in. He doesn't waste a second, aligning his erection with her opening and plunging inside her without a preamble. She gasps, the sound muffled by the mouthful of another dancer's cock. Her eyes widen, and you can see the mix of pleasure and surprise in them as she's filled.

Her pussy is tight and warm, and you can see the senior's muscles tense as he starts to pump into her. Eunbi's hand reaches out, grabbing the closest dancer's cock, stroking him firmly as she's fucked. Her other hand is still working the first senior's shaft, her movements becoming more erratic as she's overwhelmed by the sensations. The sound of skin slapping against skin joins the symphony of moans and grunts in the room.

Her pussy is tight and warm, and you can see the senior's muscles tense as he starts to pump into her. Eunbi's hand reaches out, grabbing the closest dancer's cock, stroking him firmly as she's fucked. Her other hand is still working the first senior's shaft, her movements becoming more erratic as she's overwhelmed by the sensations. The sound of skin slapping against skin joins the symphony of moans and grunts in the room.

Eunbi's eyes widen as she feels another presence behind her. One of the other senior dancers, a muscular man with a smirk, has approached from behind. He's already hard, his cock standing tall and proud. Without a word, he runs his hand over her ass, gripping one cheek firmly before lining himself up with her tight asshole. You watch, heart racing, as he presses into her, the head of his cock parting her cheeks and sliding into her with surprising ease.

Eunbi's eyes widen as she feels another presence behind her. One of the other senior dancers, a muscular man with a smirk, has approached from behind. He's already hard, his cock standing tall and proud. Without a word, he runs his hand over her ass, gripping one cheek firmly before lining himself up with her tight asshole. You watch, heart racing, as he presses into her, the head of his cock parting her cheeks and sliding into her with surprising ease.

Their movements become wild, their bodies grinding together in a frenzied dance of lust. The senior dancer's thrusts are deep and powerful, making Eunbi's breasts bounce in time with the rhythm. The first senior's cock is still in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each suck, and her hand is a blur as she jerks off the third dancer. The room is a symphony of wet sounds, punctuated by the occasional slap of skin and the low growls of pleasure from the men.

You can feel the tension in the air, thick and palpable. The dancers are close, you can see it in their eyes, the way their bodies tense and their movements become more erratic. The man in Eunbi's pussy picks up the pace, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration. His hips are a blur as he fucks her hard and fast, and she's taking it all, her own hand working overtime on the cock in her fist. The dancer in her ass is equally relentless, his grip on her hip tight as he pumps into her with increasing speed.

Eunbi's breath hitches, her strokes becoming sloppy as she's pushed closer to the edge. The senior dancer in her mouth groans, his hips jerking, and you know he's close. Her eyes lock onto yours again, a silent question, and you nod, giving her the encouragement she needs. With a final, powerful thrust, the first senior cums, filling her mouth with his hot seed. She swallows with a gulp, her cheeks bulging slightly before she releases the second dancer's cock from her mouth with a wet pop.

The man in her ass is next, his grip on her hips tightening as he starts to spasm. You watch as he pulls out, a rope of cum arcing through the air and landing on her back. She cries out, the sensation pushing her over the edge, and her pussy clamps down around the cock inside her. The senior in her pussy groans, his eyes rolling back in his head as he reaches his own climax, filling her to the brim.

The room is filled with the scent of sex, the air heavy with the musk of arousal. The dancers around you are panting, their chests heaving as they watch the scene unfold. Eunbi's eyes never leave yours, her pupils dilated with desire. She stands up, unsteady on her legs, and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, a smear of cum on her cheek. She looks at you, her gaze hungry, and you know what's expected of you now.

Eunbi's eyes widen as she feels another presence behind her. One of the other senior dancers, a muscular man with a smirk, has approached from behind. He's already hard, his cock standing tall and proud. Without a word, he runs his hand over her ass, gripping one cheek firmly before lining himself up with her tight asshole. You watch, heart racing, as he presses into her, the head of his cock parting her cheeks and sliding into her with surprising ease.

Her voice is hoarse as she says, "It's your turn, new boy." You feel a rush of excitement and fear as you step forward, your cock straining against your wet pants. The senior dancers part, making a path for you, their smiles knowing and slightly cruel. You realize that this isn't just a tradition; it's a test, a way to see if you have what it takes to be a part of their inner circle.

Eunbi sits on the edge of the bench, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with the cum of the senior dancer. She's breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with each gasp for air. You kneel before her, your hands shaking slightly as you unbuckle your belt and pull down your pants. Your cock springs free, hard, and eager. You can see the anticipation in her eyes as she watches you, licking her 

lips.

The senior dancers form a semi-circle around you, their own cocks now limp but still showing interest. They whisper among themselves, placing bets on how you'll perform. You ignore them, focusing on Eunbi. She reaches out, her hand wrapping around your shaft, and guides you to her entrance. She's still wet, the cum of the other man making it easy for you to slide in. You push into her, feeling the warmth of her pussy envelop you. She gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head.

As you begin to move, you can feel the remnants of the senior dancer's cum inside her, mixing with your own. It's a strange sensation, but it only serves to fuel your desire. Eunbi's walls are tight around you, her muscles contracting in a delicious rhythm. She's a seasoned pro, making little noises of pleasure that spur you on. Her hand moves to your chest, her nails digging in slightly, leaving red trails on your skin.

Suddenly, she brings your head down to her chest, her firm breast pressing against your cheek. "Suck mommy's breast, newbie," she murmurs, her voice a mix of command and seduction. You obey, your mouth finding her nipple and sucking hard. She moans, her hand moving to the back of your head, holding you in place as she starts to rock her hips. Her movement is slow and deliberate, her pussy squeezing you with every motion.

The taste of her skin is intoxicating, a mix of salt and sweetness from the sweat and water. Her nipple is hard against your tongue, and you can feel her breathing quicken as you suckle. The senior dancers watch, their eyes glinting with lust, their whispers growing louder as they place bets on how long you'll last. You ignore them, lost in the moment, your focus solely on Eunbi and the task at hand.

Her hips move in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, guiding you deeper into her. You can feel the cum of the previous dancer slicking your cock, making the sensation even more intense. The room is a haze of moans and cheers, the air charged with the electricity of the situation. Eunbi's hand moves from the back of your head to your shoulder, her nails digging in as she starts to ride you with more urgency.

With a sultry tone, she asks, "Did you like our little tradition, newbie?" Her voice is filled with mischief and satisfaction, her eyes gleaming with the knowledge that she has you exactly where she wants you. You nod, unable to form words, your mouth still full of her breast. She laughs a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "Good," she says, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Now make it worth my while."

Her hips begin to thrust more insistently, her movements becoming a blur as she takes control. Your own climax builds, the tension coiling in your stomach like a tight spring. The senior dancers' whispers become background noise, forgotten as you focus solely on the woman in front of you. Her breasts bounce with every thrust, her nipples grazing your cheeks as she rides you.

The sensation is overwhelming, her pussy clenching around you with every stroke. You can feel the heat building, the pressure growing until it's all you can think about. Her breath is hot on your neck, her nails digging into your skin as she whispers sweet nothings in your ear. The mix of pain and pleasure is exquisite, driving you closer to the edge.

Your hips thrust more, the rhythm of your bodies matching the beat of your hearts. The senior dancers' eyes are on you, watching your every move, waiting for the moment when you'll cum. You can feel their eyes on you, their lustful gazes only adding to the intensity of the situation.

With a final, powerful push, you feel your climax approaching. You look up at Eunbi, her eyes locked on yours, and she smiles, knowing you're close. Her pussy clenches around you, her walls tightening as she feels your cock swell inside her. You let out a guttural groan, unable to hold back any longer. With a final thrust, you cum, filling her up with your seed, mixing with the cum of the senior dancers before you.

The feeling is indescribable, a rush of pleasure that consumes you entirely. You can feel the warmth of your release inside her, the spasms of her pussy milking you dry. Eunbi's eyes never leave yours, her own climax hitting her like a wave. She throws her head back, her breasts bouncing as she cries out, her body convulsing with pleasure.

As you pull out, a river of cum spills from her, a mix of yours and the senior dancer's, painting a vivid picture of the carnality that has just occurred. It runs down her thighs, a testament to the intensity of the moment. She looks down at it, a satisfied smile playing on her lips before she stands, the evidence of your union trickling down her legs.

The senior dancers gather around, their cocks in hand, stroking themselves in time with Eunbi's sultry gaze. "Come on, new boy," one of them says, his voice thick with lust. "this is one of tradition "

You step into the circle, feeling both nervous and exhilarated. Your own cock is hard, standing tall and proud as you join the others. Eunbi watches you, her eyes flicking between your face and your cock, a knowing smile playing on her lips. You start to stroke yourself, the room spinning slightly as the reality of the situation sets in.

The senior dancers move closer, their hands moving in unison as they jerk themselves off. The room is a cacophony of wet sounds and heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and desire. Eunbi's eyes are on you, her gaze intense, and you can feel the weight of their expectations. You stroke yourself faster, trying to keep up with the rhythm of the seniors, their cocks bobbing in front of you like a row of lewd conductors' batons.

The pressure builds as you continue to stroke yourself, the room spinning with the anticipation of what's to come. Eunbi stands before you, her eyes shining with excitement, her body a canvas of desire. You feel the heat in your balls, the familiar tightness that signals the end is near. With a deep breath, you let go, your cock spurting forth a thick rope of cum that arcs through the air and splatters across her face and chest. She gasps, her eyes closing in pleasure as the sticky warmth coats her.

The other senior dancers follow suit, their cocks erupting in unison like a volley of water bombs. The air is filled with the sound of their moans, the sticky spray of cum painting her body in a vivid display of their appreciation. Her skin glistens under the stage lights, now a canvas of white and pink from the cum of her admirers. She opens her eyes, a look of pure satisfaction on her face, and tilts her head back, welcoming the onslaught.

You watch as ropes of cum flying through the air, landing on her face, her neck, her breasts, and her stomach. Some of the seniors aim for her mouth, and she catches the cum with her tongue, swirling it around before swallowing with a dramatic flourish. The room is a blur of motion and sound, the only focus is the rhythmic jerking of their cocks and the wet splatters as they cover her in their seed.

As the last drops fall from the air, the room goes still, the only sound the heavy panting of the men around you. Eunbi stands before you, a vision of debauchery, her body glistening with the evidence of your collective desire. She opens her eyes, a wicked spark in them, and licks her lips clean of cum. Her tongue darts out, catching a rogue drop that had landed on her cheek, and she smiles, a knowing look in her eyes.

With the grace of a cat, she slinks over to the sink, her cum-covered body leaving a trail on the floor. She turns on the faucet, the water hitting the porcelain with a sharp sound that echoes in the small space. She cups her hands and brings the cool liquid to her face, rinsing the sticky mess from her skin with a practiced ease. You can't help but watch as the water runs down her body, mixing with the cum and creating rivulets that trace the contours of her breasts and stomach.

"I can't wait for our tradition next time," she says over her shoulder, her voice playful. The words hang in the air, a promise of more to come. The senior dancers nod in agreement, their eyes still gleaming with lust. You realize that this isn't a one-time event, but something that happens frequently, a bonding ritual that strengthens their group dynamics.

Leeseo, her eyes sparkling with mischief, bounded into the room. The faint scent of her minty toothpaste lingered in the air, hinting at her recent rendezvous with her morning routine. She held up her phone, the screen reflecting the early sunlight that danced across her freckled nose.

"Dad," she exclaimed, "you won't believe what just happened!"

Engrossed in a classic K-drama, barely glanced up from the couch. "What's up, sweetheart?" you mumbled your eyes never leaving the flickering TV screen.

Leeseo giggled, her excitement bubbling over. "Remember that joke I made about selling you on eBay?"

You chuckled, the corners of your eyes crinkling. "Yeah, I remember. Did you actually do it?"

Leeseo nodded, her pigtails bobbing. "And guess what? Someone just bought you for one million won!"

You froze, the laugh dying in your throat. "What?!" You sat up, suddenly alert. The TV's laugh track echoed in the silence that followed.

Leeseo nodded, still grinning. "It's right here!" She handed you the phone, her finger pointing to the eBay app open on the screen. Sure enough, there it was: a listing titled "Slightly Used Single Father - $1,000 Starting Bid." The description read, "Seller is a loving daughter tired of her lazy dad. He's in good condition, and mostly harmless, but does require a bit of maintenance. Will include one free lecture on the importance of productivity with every purchase."

You took the phone, your heart racing. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. The listing had your name, a few photos of you lounging on the couch, and a detailed description of your daily routine, or rather, lack thereof. The "condition" section read "slightly dusty."

The reality of the situation began to sink in, and your amusement turned to unease. "Leeseo, this isn't funny," you said sternly. "What if someone actually bought me?"

Leeseo's smile faltered, realizing she might have gone too far. "It's just a joke, Dad. I didn't think anyone would actually bid on you."

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. "Well, someone did. And now we have to deal with it." You couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation. The audacity of someone to bid on a human being, even as a prank, was unsettling. Plus, the thought of a stranger knowing so much about your life was downright creepy.

A few days later, your quiet afternoon was shattered by the sound of a luxurious car pulling up outside. You peered through the blinds to see a sleek black sedan, the kind you only saw in movies. Your heart skipped a beat as a young woman with a poised elegance that seemed out of place in your neighborhood stepped out, flanked by a stoic bodyguard. She looked around, and her eyes met yours through the window. Jang Wonyoung, according to the eBay profile, was the person who had won the bid.

Leeseo gasped when you told her, her face paling. "You're not serious, Dad," she whispered, her eyes wide with horror. But the knock on the door was as real as the cold sweat that had suddenly appeared on your forehead. You both looked at each other, the gravity of the situation settling in.

You took a deep breath and approached the door, your hand trembling slightly as you turned the knob. The sight of Jang Wonyoung standing there, with her polished nails and designer bag, was surreal. The bodyguard hovered in the background, his expression unreadable behind his sunglasses.

"Mr. Lee Jung?" she inquired, her voice as smooth as silk. You nodded, your mouth going dry. "I'm Jang Wonyoung. It's a pleasure to meet you." She extended a delicate hand, and you took it, feeling the firm grip and the coolness of her skin.

You invited her in, still in a daze, and offered her a cup of tea. As she sat on the couch, her posture was so elegant that it seemed like she was floating rather than sitting. She sipped the tea with an air of sophistication, her smile never leaving her lips.

"Miss Jang," you began, trying to compose yourself, "I think there's been a misunderstanding. My daughter, Leeseo, she posted that listing as a joke. She didn't mean for anyone to take it seriously."

Wonyoung's smile didn't waver, but you could see the flicker of something in her eyes that made you uneasy. It was a look of barely contained anger, yet she remained poised, sipping her tea as if she were at a garden party. "I'm aware," she said calmly. "But a bid is a bid. You're legally obliged to honor the terms of the transaction."

Leeseo's eyes grew as big as saucers, and she buried her face in her hands. "Oh no," she moaned. "What have I done?"

Wonyoung set down her teacup with a delicate clink. "I understand that this may have been a mistake," she said, her voice still calm but with a hint of steel. "But in the world of e-commerce, a bid is a legally binding contract. If you refuse to honor it, I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to take legal action."

You swallowed hard, feeling a cold sweat break out on your forehead. "Miss Jang, please," you begged, your voice thick with anxiety. "This is just a misunderstanding. It's not something to take to court over."

Wonyoung's smile remained in place, but her eyes grew sharper. "Call me Wonyoung, Mr. Lee. We're going to be spending some time together, after all."

You felt a chill run down your spine, but you forced yourself to remain calm. "Look, Wonyoung, I'm sorry about the misunderstanding. But you can't seriously expect me to go through with this. It's ridiculous!"

Wonyoung's expression didn't change. "Ridiculous or not, the transaction is complete. You're mine for a week, as the listing states." She took another sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving yours.

You tried to protest, but your words caught in your throat. You could see the determination in her gaze, and you knew she wasn't bluffing. "Please," you begged, "I'm a father. I have responsibilities. You can't just buy me like a... like a... "

Wonyoung's expression softened, and she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sweet, syrupy tone. "I understand your concerns, Mr. Lee," she said, placing a gentle hand on your arm. "But perhaps we can come to a different arrangement. How about this: instead of treating you like a mere purchase, I'll let you roleplay as my daddy for the week. You can do all the things you're good at taking care of me, being there for me when I need you."

Her proposal took you aback. You stared at her, your mind racing. "Roleplay?" you echoed, unsure if you'd heard correctly.

Wonyoung nodded, her smile growing sweeter. "Think of it as a game, Mr. Lee. A chance for you to experience something new, and for me to... well, I've always wanted a dad." Her voice was laced with a strange mix of innocence and something else, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

You glanced at Leeseo, who was still hiding behind her hands, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. You didn't want to cause any more trouble for your daughter, but the thought of playing along with this bizarre scenario was unsettling. Yet, the alternative was a legal battle you were bound to lose.

"Wonyoung," you said slowly, "I appreciate your... creative proposal. But, I really don't think this is a good idea."

Her eyes searched yours, the sweetness in her voice unwavering. "Why not, Mr. Lee? It's just for a week. And I promise, I'll make it worth your while." She leaned in closer, her perfume a subtle hint of jasmine and vanilla. "I'll pay you back the one million won, plus a little extra for your trouble. And think of it as a vacation from your usual routine. You can be someone else for a few days."

The doubt in your eyes must have been clear because she reached into her bag and pulled out a sleek business card. It read "Jang & Kwon Group" with her name emblazoned across the top in elegant script: "Jang Wonyoung, Heiress."

"Take the day to think it over," she said, placing the card on the coffee table. "Consider it a business opportunity. I'll pay for your time, and you can return to your usual life once the week is up. No strings attached."

You watched her leave, the sound of the car door shutting echoing in your ears. The house felt eerily quiet without her presence. You paced the living room, the weight of her words pressing down on you like a heavy blanket. The prospect of playing along with Wonyoung's game was absurd, yet the allure of the extra money and the chance to give Leeseo a break from her usual responsibilities was tempting. You couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this than met the eye, but you were too tired to piece it together.

That night, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Every time you closed your eyes, images of the week ahead played out in your mind like a bad sitcom. You tossed and turned, trying to ignore the excitement bubbling up inside you. The idea of a week without your usual mundane routine was strangely appealing. But you were also plagued by doubt and the fear of the unknown. What did Wonyoung really want from you?

The next morning, after a restless sleep, you made your decision. You showered and shaved, trying to compose yourself for what was to come. Leeseo was still asleep, so you left her a note explaining that you had to go out for the day and not to worry. You didn't mention where you were going.

The Jang & Kwon mansion was a sprawling estate located at the end of a long, winding road. As you approached the massive gates, they swung open automatically, revealing a driveway lined with meticulously manicured hedges and a fountain that spurted water in a delicate dance. The house itself was a modern masterpiece of glass and steel, a stark contrast to the quaint neighborhood you'd just left behind.

The bodyguard who had accompanied Wonyoung on her initial visit opened the car door for you with a nod. "This way, Mr. Lee," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. He guided you through the grand entrance, the sound of your shoes echoing on the marble floor. The foyer was vast, with a staircase that swept up to the second floor, adorned with a chandelier that looked like it could tell tales of royalty.

As you followed the guard, you couldn't help but feel like you were stepping into a different world, one where your life was now a commodity bought and paid for. The opulence was overwhelming, with every surface gleaming and every corner meticulously decorated. The air was thick with the scent of money and power, a stark contrast to the cozy warmth of your own home.

Wonyoung was waiting for you in the living room, dressed in a pristine white dress that made her look more like a doll than a human being. She had the grace of a ballerina, despite the oversized teddy bear she was clutching. "Welcome, Daddy," she said, her voice sickly sweet. You forced a smile, trying to play along with the surreal game she had concocted.

"Before we begin," she said, holding out a document with a flourish, "we must make this official." The contract was thick, the pages filled with legal jargon that made your head spin. But the gist of it was clear: you would be her "daddy" for the week, fulfilling any role she saw fit. You swallowed hard, took the pen she offered, and signed on the dotted line.

Wonyoung's smile grew wider as she took the contract back, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, let's get started, shall we?" she said, clapping her hands together. "First things first, we need to establish the rules of our little game."

You nodded, still trying to wrap your head around the absurdity of the situation. "Alright," you said, your voice a little shakier than you'd have liked. "What do I need to do?"

Wonyoung's eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas morning. "First, Daddy," she said, holding up a finger, "you must always call me 'Baby'. It's what a good daddy does." You felt a knot form in your stomach, but you managed a nod. "And when you're proud of me," she continued, her voice taking on a coquettish lilt, "you'll praise me and pat my head. It's only fair, right?"

You followed her through the house, feeling more and more like you were in a few dreams. She led you to a grand piano in a room that looked more like a concert hall than a living space. "I have a piano lesson today," she said, her voice taking on a petulant tone. "You'll stay and watch, won't you, Daddy?"

You nodded, feeling a mix of dread and fascination. As she sat down at the piano, you took a seat in the plush chair she had indicated. The bodyguard positioned himself by the door, his arms folded across his chest. The piano teacher, a stern-looking woman with hair in a tight bun, began the lesson. Wonyoung's fingers danced across the keys, each note resonating through the room with a clarity that took your breath away. You had never heard anyone play with such skill, such passion. It was as if the piano was an extension of her soul.

The teacher's eyes never left Wonyoung's face, her expression a blend of awe and approval. "Excellent, Miss Jang," she said, her voice a stark contrast to Wonyoung's sweet tones. "Your progress is truly remarkable."

As the lesson concluded, Wonyoung turned to you, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Daddy," she said, her voice a coo, "did you see how well I played?"

You couldn't help but nod, the music still echoing in your ears. "You were... incredible," you said, the word feeling inadequate. She had been more than good; she had been mesmerizing. Her hands had danced across the piano keys with the grace of a prima ballerina and the precision of a master craftsman. The way she had coaxed such beautiful sounds from the instrument was nothing short of magical.

Wonyoung beamed at your praise, her cheeks flushing with pleasure. She held out her hand, waiting for the pat on the head she had so blatantly requested. You hesitated for a moment, the absurdity of the situation crashing down on you. But then, with a sigh, you reached out and gently tapped her on the forehead. "Good job, Baby," you murmured, the words feeling foreign on your tongue.

Her eyes lit up with pure joy, and she leaned into your touch like a kitten seeking affection. For a brief moment, you saw beyond the facade of the entitled heiress to the lonely girl craving a parent's love. It was a stark reminder of why you had agreed to this strange arrangement in the first place. You might not be her real father, but for one week, you could give her a glimpse of the care and attention she might never have experienced before.

The days passed in a whirlwind of activities. You found yourself in a world of luxury that was both thrilling and exhausting. Wonyoung insisted on you attending her ballet lessons, where she twirled and leaped with the grace of a gazelle. You watched from the sidelines, sipping on the overpriced coffee the bodyguard had procured for you, as Wonyoung's tutu fluttered around her like a cloud of silk. She'd glance over at you after every routine, her eyes searching for approval. "Good job, Daddy," she'd say, her smile brighter than the spotlights.

Next, it was horseback riding, something you hadn't done since you were a kid. Wonyoung looked like a natural, her posture perfect, her eyes filled with the same determination that had brought you into this bizarre situation. You clung to the saddle, your knees knocking together, as the horse trotted around the enclosed area. Despite the fear, you couldn't help but chuckle when she looked over, her pigtails bobbing in time with the horse's gait, and called out, "Isn't this fun, Daddy?"

The shopping trips were the most tiring. You had never seen anyone move through a store with such purpose, snatching up designer clothes and accessories like they were on a mission. Yet, amidst the chaos, she would occasionally look over her shoulder, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, as if daring you to keep up. Each time she called you "Daddy" in public, you felt a strange mix of embarrassment and amusement. People shot you puzzled glances, but you played along, carrying her bags with a stoic expression.

One evening, after a particularly draining day of pretend-parenting, you collapsed into the plush chair in Wonyoung's personal theater. She had insisted on watching a classic movie, "The Sound of Music," with you, claiming it was one of her favorites. As the film rolled on, you couldn't help but feel the irony of your situation. Here you were, playing the role of the nanny-turned-father figure, just like in the film, except the stakes were much higher, and the singing was thankfully absent.

But one evening, as you sat in her room watching her try on yet another outfit, your mind drifted to Leeseo. You hadn't talked to her since you'd left that fateful note. You longed to hear her voice, to know she was okay. As you pulled out your phone to call her, Wonyoung caught you, her expression shifting from playful to disappointed.

"Daddy," she said, her voice a whip crack, "who are you calling?"

You looked up, the phone still in your hand. "It's just... I need to check on Leeseo. Make sure she's okay."

Wonyoung's eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms. "You can't call her," she said firmly. "It's against the rules of our game. And listen you are my daddy and your daughter. You are mine only"

You sighed, knowing she had a point. The contract had stated no contact with the outside world during the week. It was part of the immersive experience she had paid for. "Alright, Baby," you said, tucking the phone back into your pocket. "Let's get through this."

Later that evening, Wonyoung announced that she was hungry. She looked at you expectantly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "What's for dinner, Daddy?"

You felt a twinge of annoyance at her continued use of the pet name, especially after the incident with the phone. "I'll whip something up," you said, trying to keep the edge out of your voice. In the kitchen, you contemplated your options. You had seen the state-of-the-art appliances and the fridge stocked with gourmet ingredients, but the thought of cooking an elaborate meal for someone who treated you like a plaything was unappealing. You decided to serve her something simple, something that you knew she wouldn't like.

You boiled some water and pulled out a pack of instant ramen from the pantry, the kind you used to eat when you were a college student. You tossed the noodles into the pot with a clatter and hoped that the simplicity of the meal would annoy her. But as you carried the steaming bowl into the dining room, you saw the look of anticipation on Wonyoung's face, and you felt a strange sense of responsibility. You didn't want to disappoint her, even if it was part of her game.

You set the bowl in front of her, along with a plastic fork and a napkin. She took a tentative sip, slurping the noodles with gusto. The silence was deafening as she ate, her eyes never leaving yours. The bodyguard and the butler looked on, their expressions unreadable. With each bite, Wonyoung's eyes grew wider, and she let out little sounds of pleasure that were almost too much to bear. Finally, she set down her fork with a clink and leaned back in her chair, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "That was the best meal I've ever had."

You stared at her, shocked. You hadn't expected such a genuine reaction to a simple bowl of instant noodles. The room felt suddenly too quiet, the weight of her words pressing down on you. You looked at the butler, who had raised an eyebrow in surprise, and the bodyguard, who remained stoic. Even the air in the room seemed to be still as if waiting for your response.

"It's just ramen, Wonyoung," you said, trying to lighten the mood. "It's not exactly five-star cuisine."

Wonyoung looked up at you, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "But you made it for me, Daddy," she said, her voice quivering. "It's the first time anyone's ever cooked for me like this."

You felt a pang of guilt. Her words brought to mind the countless meals you had made for Leeseo over the years, the simple acts of love that had filled your days. You had taken for granted the joy that came from caring for someone, from providing for them in the most basic of ways. You reached over and wiped a tear from her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin. "I'm sorry, Baby," you said, the term feeling less forced this time. "I didn't mean to serve you something so simple."

Wonyoung grabbed your hand, her grip surprisingly strong. "No, Daddy," she said, her voice earnest. "It's perfect. It's more than I've ever had."

The bodyguard and butler exchanged glances, their expressions still unreadable. You felt a strange kinship with Wonyoung at that moment, despite the absurdity of the situation. You realized that, for all her wealth and privilege, she was starved of simple, genuine human connection. You decided to lean into the role she had bought for the week, to give her the experience she craved.

The days leading up to the end of your contract had been a blur of activities, each more ludicrous than the last. Yet, amidst the chaos, you had found moments of connection with Wonyoung. You had read her bedtime stories, played games with her, and even pretended to scold her when she didn't eat her vegetables. It was all part of the act, but there was a poignant realness to her reactions that tugged at your heartstrings.

The night before the contract was to expire, Wonyoung looked at you with a hopeful expression. "Daddy," she said, her voice filled with excitement, "will you take me to the lawn right now?"

You nodded, feeling a strange sense of obligation to fulfill her whims. It was a clear night, with the moon casting a silver glow across the sprawling lawn. The air was cool and still, the only sound was the distant hoot of an owl. You followed her outside, the dew soaking into your socks as you walked barefoot across the freshly mowed grass.

Wonyoung stopped in the center of the lawn, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered, turning to face you. The moonlight painted her features with a soft, ethereal glow. "I know this is just a game, but it means so much to me."

You felt your heart tighten as she spoke. Her words were a stark reminder of the emptiness that lurked beneath her facade of wealth and entitlement. "What do you mean, Wonyoung?" you asked, your voice gentle.

Wonyoung took a deep breath, her eyes shimmering with the reflection of the moon. "My real father," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "was never around. He was always busy with work, always too tired to play with me. And when he did pay attention, it was to critique me, to push me to be better." She paused, her eyes searching yours for understanding. "But when I saw you, Mr. Lee, in that eBay listing... I don't know, I just felt something. A warmth, a sense of comfort that I hadn't felt in a long time."

You looked at her, her words sinking in. The game she had insisted on playing suddenly felt like a lifeline thrown to a drowning girl. "I'm sorry for your loss, Wonyoung," you said, your voice thick with emotion. "I had no idea."

Her smile was bittersweet. "It's not your fault, Daddy," she said, taking your hand. "You've been more of a father to me this week than he ever was in my entire life."

The moon cast a soft light over the manicured lawn, illuminating the path that led back to the mansion. Wonyoung looked up at you with a gaze filled with a complex mix of gratitude and sadness. "Every time you called me 'Baby' or watched me play the piano, it was like... I could feel what it's like to be loved by a parent." She paused, her voice catching in her throat. "It's silly, isn't it?"

You squeezed her hand, feeling the weight of her words. "No, it's not," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "Everyone deserves to feel loved."

Wonyoung looked up at you, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "But what happens when the week is over?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Will you still be my daddy?"

You felt a lump form in your throat. The roleplay had started as a way to escape reality, but now it felt like a lifeline for her. You knew you couldn't maintain this charade forever, but you didn't have the heart to tell her that. "I'll always be here for you, Wonyoung," you said, your voice filled with a warmth that surprised even you. "But remember, this is just for a week."

Wonyoung nodded, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. She took a deep breath, and when she spoke again, her voice had regained its usual playful lilt. "Of course, Daddy," she said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "But before we say goodbye to our little game, I have one more surprise for you."

You followed her upstairs, her hand in yours, feeling the tension in the air. You weren't sure what to expect, but the sight that greeted you in her room took your breath away. Wonyoung was standing by the bed, dressed in the most revealing lingerie you had ever seen. The fabric was almost see-through, a delicate dance of lace and silk that clung to her curves like a lover's embrace.

Her eyes met yours, and you could see the excitement in them. "Daddy," she purred, her voice a siren's call. You felt your heart race as she sauntered over to you, her hips swaying with an allure that was both intoxicating and unsettling. "I wanted to thank you for a wonderful week," she said, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw. "But I think we both know there's something more to this game than just playing pretend."

Your eyes were drawn to the almost-transparent fabric that barely contained her, the delicate lace teasing your senses. The room was suffused with a warm, golden light that made the shadows play across her skin like a lover's caress. The air grew thick with anticipation, and you realized that the line between the game and reality had blurred. "Wonyoung," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, "I don't think this is a good idea."

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the betrayal of your own body. You had signed up for this week to help her, not to indulge in some twisted fantasy. But the heat from her hand was undeniable, and the way she looked at you with a mix of innocence and hunger was making it increasingly difficult to maintain the boundaries you had set for yourself. "Wonyoung," you managed to say, your voice strained, "this isn't part of the deal."

But she was insistent, her hand sliding down to cup you firmly. "It's my gift to you," she murmured, her breath warm and sweet, the scent of her perfume intoxicating. "For being such a good daddy to me." Her eyes searched yours, looking for permission, for a sign that you were willing to play along. And for a moment, you were tempted. The promise of pleasure was a siren's call, louder than the voice of reason in your head.

Her fingers danced over your skin, tracing patterns that made your pulse race. The scent of her perfume, a heady mix of Lavender and vanilla, filled the air around you, a seductive fog that clouded your judgment. You knew this was wrong, that this was not what you had signed up for. But the ache in your chest, the one that had been there since Leeseo's mother had left, was suddenly pounding with a need you hadn't felt in years.

"Wonyoung," you whispered, trying to find the words to refuse. But as she leaned in, her breath a sweet caress on your neck, you felt the resolve crumbling. "This isn't right," you murmured, even as your hands found their way to her hips.

Her perfume was intoxicating, a blend of jasmine and vanilla that seemed to weave a seductive spell around you. "But Daddy," she whispered, her voice a siren's call, "it's my gift to you. Before we say goodbye to our little game." Her hands roamed over your body, unbuttoning your shirt with an ease that suggested she had done this before.

Wonyoung's soft hand caressed your chest, her touch light and feathery, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. You felt your body respond, your breath quickening, as she leaned in closer, her warm breath fanning your neck. "You've been so good to me," she murmured, her voice a sweet symphony that resonated through your core. Her hand traveled lower, her fingers toying with the button of your pants, and you knew you were losing the battle.

The scent of her perfume grew stronger, wrapping around you like a seductive embrace. It was a sweet, intoxicating scent that seemed to whisper promises of pleasure and satisfaction. It was as if the essence of lavender and vanilla had come to life and was coaxing you into a realm of sensuality you hadn't allowed yourself to experience in years. Your resolve wavered, the need for human connection, for the warmth of another's touch, overpowering your reservations.

Wonyoung's hand grew bolder, her fingertips tracing the contours of your chest and abs. Each touch sent a jolt of desire through your body, making you aware of the growing tension between you. Her eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of hesitation, any glimmer of doubt. But all she found was a man lost in the allure of her seductive whispers and the gentle pressure of her hand, guiding you to a place you had long ago buried.

Her sweet, floral scent grew stronger as she moved closer, her breath warm and tantalizing against your skin. The sound of fabric rustling filled the room as she tugged at your pants, revealing your hardened desire. Her whisper grew more insistent, a siren's call that you could no longer resist. "Let me make you feel good, Daddy," she murmured, her voice a melody that resonated through your very soul.

Her soft hand cupped you, the heat of her palm making you shiver with anticipation. Her touch was gentle, yet firm, a silent declaration of intent that sent waves of pleasure through your body. You could feel the heat of her breath as she leaned in, her pink lips parted in a silent invitation. Your own breath hitched as she began to stroke you, her movements rhythmic and mesmerizing.

Wonyoung closed her eyes, her expression one of pure concentration. Her plump, glossy lips puckered into a perfect 'O', as if she were already imagining the taste of you. You watched, unable to tear your gaze away, as she traced her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, a gesture so innocent yet filled with erotic promise. The tension grew, each stroke of her hand a silent plea for you to lose yourself in her, to let go of the last vestiges of your doubt.

Her hand grew more insistent, her strokes more confident as she felt your response to her touch. The fabric of your pants grew taut against her fingertips, a testament to the desire that surged through you. You could hear the blood rushing in your ears, drowning out the rational voice that screamed for you to stop. But the heat, the need, the ache was too much to ignore.

You leaned in, the scent of her perfume enveloping you, and when your lips met hers, it was as if a dam had burst. The kiss was explosive, a conflagration of lust and wanton desire that consumed you both. Her plush, soft lips parted beneath yours, inviting you deeper, and you didn't hesitate. Your hands found her waist, pulling her closer, as the kiss grew more fervent, more demanding. The taste of her mouth was like a drug, a sweet, addictive nectar that made you crave more.

Wonyoung's arms wound around your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair as she matched your passion. Her breath was ragged, her body arching into yours, a silent plea for you to deepen the connection. The fabric of her lingerie was a mere barrier to the heat of her skin, and you could feel the warmth of her against you, her heart pounding in sync with your own. The room around you faded away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of sensation.

Your hands slid down her back, tracing the curves of her body, feeling the heat radiating from her. Her skin was like silk under your fingertips, her soft sighs and moans fueling the fire that burned within you. The kiss grew more urgent, more demanding, as if you were both starving for the taste of each other. You felt the soft press of her breasts against your chest, the hardened tips of her nipples peeking through the flimsy lace of her bra.

Her hands moved to the fly of your pants, her movements deft and sure as she freed you from the constraints of fabric. You gasped as she wrapped her hand around you, her grip firm and knowing. The warmth of her palm was almost too much to bear, the friction of her skin against yours setting off sparks that danced along your nerve endings. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge, the need to be inside her a desperate, all-consuming ache.

As you kissed her, your tongue battling with hers, she began to stroke you in earnest. Each movement was a symphony of sensation, a crescendo of pleasure that had you groaning into her mouth. Her hand was a masterpiece of sensual artistry, her strokes long and slow, teasing the head before sliding down to the base, only to start the torturous dance again. You could feel the tension coiling in your belly, the heat building in your veins.

Wonyoung's eyes remained closed, her focus solely on pleasing you. She whispered against your lips, "Am I a good girl, Daddy?" The innocence in her voice was a stark contrast to the eroticism of her words. The power dynamics of the situation swirled around you like a tempest, leaving you dizzy with desire.

With a growl, you claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss, your tongue battling hers for dominance. The taste of her, the feel of her soft, yielding body pressed against yours, was intoxicating. Your hands roamed her curves, pulling her closer, as if trying to meld your very beings. You bit down gently on her bottom lip, eliciting a gasp that you swallowed greedily. "Yes, you're a very good girl," you murmured, your voice a gruff rumble of approval.

Wonyoung's eyes snapped open, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she pulled away, breaking the kiss. She stepped back, her hand sliding down to her waist, where she began to loosen the ties of her lingerie. Her movements were deliberate, a dance of seduction that had you spellbound. The fabric fell away, revealing her naked body, a masterpiece of feminine beauty that made you ache to touch her. "Since I've been such a good girl," she purred, her voice a siren's call, "don't you think I deserve a reward, Daddy?"

You watched, transfixed, as she slid the lacy garments down her legs, stepping out of them with the grace of a cat. Her skin was pale and perfect, her curves a symphony of shadow and light in the soft glow of the moon. Your eyes followed the trail of fabric as it fell to the floor, leaving her completely bare before you. The sight was almost too much to bear, the desire to claim her, to make her yours, pounding through your veins like a war drum.

With a flourish, she raised her arms, presenting herself to you. "Look what I have for you, Daddy," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. You couldn't help but obey, your eyes devouring the sight of her. Her breasts were full and firm, her nipples standing at attention, begging for your touch. Her hips flared out, a soft mound of dark curls between her thighs that made your mouth water. She was a vision of beauty and temptation, and you knew you were lost.

The last of your resolve crumbled as she stepped closer, her hand reaching for you again. The heat of her skin was a brand against your own, a declaration of ownership that you found yourself craving. The room spun around you, a whirlwind of scent and sensation as you succumbed to the siren's call. Wonyoung's naked form was a beacon of desire, her eyes a deep, dark pool that threatened to drown you in passion. You reached out, your hands finding her hips, and pulled her against you, your arousal pressing against her soft belly.

The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as you both gave in to the hunger that had been building all week. The walls between reality and the game crumbled, leaving only the raw, primal need that pulsed between you. You could feel the heat of her, the wetness that coated her thighs, and you knew you had to have her. "Take me, Daddy," she breathed, her voice a plea.

With a gentle yet firm grip, you picked her up, feeling the weight of her in your arms, and carried her to the massive four-poster bed that dominated the room. She wrapped her legs around your waist, her nails digging into your skin, urging you on. You laid her down, the softness of the sheets a stark contrast to the hardness of your desire. Her eyes never left yours, a silent promise of what was to come.

You began to strip away your own clothes, one layer at a time, each movement revealing more of your bare skin. Wonyoung watched with rapt attention, her chest rising and falling with every breath, her eyes dark with desire. Finally, you stood before her, naked, your arousal jutting out, demanding attention. She reached out a tentative hand, her fingertips brushing against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

Crawling onto the bed, you positioned yourself between her legs, spreading them wide with a gentle touch. The scent of her arousal filled the air, a heady aphrodisiac that made your mouth water. You leaned in, kissing the soft skin of her inner thighs, feeling her quiver beneath your touch. Her hand found its way to your head, guiding you to where she needed you most. With a groan, you gave in to the siren's call, your mouth finding her wetness.

Your tongue danced along her slit, tasting her sweetness, feeling the heat of her against your skin. Wonyoung's body arched off the bed, her hips bucking in response to your touch. You slid a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around you, her walls gripping you like a vice. She was so wet, so ready, and you couldn't resist the urge to explore her further. You curled your finger, finding that sweet spot that made her gasp, her nails digging into the sheets.

Between her whimpered pleas, she whispered, "Daddy, I want to make you feel good too." Her voice was a symphony of desire, each word a note that resonated deep within you. With a gentle nudge, she positioned herself over you, her legs straddling your face. You felt the heat of her pussy against your cheek as she took your cock in her mouth, her tongue flicking against the tip before sliding down to take you in fully. The sensation was exquisite, the heat of her mouth enveloping you as you continued to pleasure her.

Your other hand found her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, feeling her nipples harden beneath your fingertips. Wonyoung's moans grew louder, vibrating against your cock as she sucked you deeper. You could feel the tension in her body, the way she writhed against your touch, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The sight of her, naked and vulnerable above you, was almost too much to bear.

Her strokes grew more confident, her hand moving in tandem with the suction of her mouth. You felt yourself growing closer to the edge, the pressure building like a crescendo in a symphony. Your hips bucked upwards, pushing yourself deeper into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. Wonyoung's eyes never left yours, the connection between you palpable, a silent conversation of passion and need.

Between her whimpers and gasps for air, she whispered, "I want to make you feel good too, Daddy." Her voice was a sweet, seductive melody, wrapping around you like a warm blanket. You felt your heart swell with a mix of lust and affection, the desire to reciprocate her pleasure a driving force. Gently, you guided her hips back down, breaking the intimate contact of her mouth on your cock.

With a smoldering gaze, Wonyoung shifted, turning around to straddle your face. Her pussy hovered just above your mouth, a delicate, glistening bloom that you couldn't resist. As she took you back into her mouth, her hand never left your shaft, stroking you with a rhythm that matched the beat of your racing heart. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth surrounding you was almost too much to handle, but you remained focused on the task at hand.

Your tongue danced around her clit, flicking and teasing the sensitive nub as your hand slid inside her, feeling the slickness of her arousal. You curled your fingers, finding the spot that made her gasp, and applied just the right amount of pressure as she bobbed her head up and down, her cheeks hollowing with each stroke. The sound of her moans muffled by your cock, the taste of her sweetness on your tongue, it was a symphony of pleasure that had you both on the edge.

Her hand wrapped around your shaft, her grip firm and steady as she stroked you in time with her mouth. Each bob of her head was met with a flick of your tongue against her clit, a rhythm that had her hips rocking back and forth, grinding against your face. You could feel her getting closer, her thighs tightening around your head, her breath coming in pants that matched the rhythm of your own.

Wonyoung's moans grew louder, vibrating against your cock as she took you in deeper. Her hand worked in tandem with her mouth, squeezing and releasing in a tempo that was driving you wild. Your own strokes grew more insistent, your tongue swirling around her clit as you felt her body tense. Her walls clenched around your fingers, and you knew she was on the brink.

With a final, desperate push, you felt her shudder, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her pussy tightened around your hand, her juices coating your face as she screamed out your name, the sound muffled by your cock. Her body bucked and trembled, her legs quivering with the force of her release. It was all you could do to keep your own climax at bay, the need to fill her, to claim her, was almost overwhelming.

As she came down from the high, her grip on you loosened, her movements growing sloppy. You took the opportunity to pull away, her mouth making a wet pop as you slipped free. Wonyoung collapsed against the bed, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Daddy," she whispered, her voice a mere whimper, "don't stop."

Her body was still sensitive, trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. You took advantage of her vulnerability, your mouth returning to her pussy with a fervor that bordered on obsession. You lapped at her, savoring the taste of her sweetness, the sound of her breathless whimpers filling the air. Each stroke of your tongue brought forth a new gasp, a new tremor in her thighs. Her hand fell to the side, limp and lifeless, as she gave herself over to the sensations.

Wonyoung's body was a canvas of pleasure, her skin flushed and her muscles relaxed. You feasted on her, your tongue delving deep, tasting every inch of her soft folds. She was like a fine wine, and you were eager to savor every drop. Her whimpers grew softer, more desperate, as she writhed beneath you, her body no longer able to hold back the waves of pleasure. Her hips rocked gently, a silent plea for more, for you to never stop.

But as you felt the beginnings of your own release, you withdrew, her protests echoing in the quiet room. You could see the anticipation in her eyes, the hope that you would give in to the desire that pulsed between you both. She watched you, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, her eyes dark with a mix of longing and frustration. "Daddy," she panted, her voice a siren's call that you couldn't ignore.

With trembling hands, Wonyoung reached between her legs, her beautiful finger gliding through her folds, spreading them like the petals of a velvet blossom. She offered herself to you, her gaze never wavering, as she whispered, "Please, Daddy, I need you inside me." The sight of her touching herself, the way she spread herself open for you, was almost too much to bear. Your resolve to keep the boundaries of the role-play intact was slipping away, torn apart by the raw need that clawed at you from the inside.

Her innocent yet slutty act had unleashed something primal within you, a beast that had been slumbering for far too long. You felt a surge of power and desire, the need to claim her, to make her yours in every way possible. With a growl that seemed to come from the very depths of your soul, you positioned yourself between her legs, your cock nudging at her entrance. She was so wet, so ready for you, and the thought of filling her, of becoming one with her, was a siren's call that you couldn't resist.

Wonyoung's whimpers grew louder as she felt you against her, her hips rising in silent invitation. You leaned in, your cock sliding through her folds, coating yourself in her slickness. The sensation was exquisite, a sweet agony that had you trembling with need. "Please, Daddy," she begged, her voice a soft, sweet symphony of desperation. "Please, I need you inside me." Her words were a balm to the raging fire within you, a gentle reminder of the intimate connection that had grown between you over the past week.

You took a deep breath, trying to regain control, but the need to claim her was too strong. Slowly, you pushed forward, feeling the tightness of her pussy as it yielded to your thickness. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as you filled her completely. The feeling was indescribable, a fusion of bodies and souls that transcended the bounds of your agreement. For a moment, you hovered there, feeling her pulse around you, her walls tight and warm, as if she had been made just for you.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she whimpered, her voice sweet and needy, a siren's call that echoed through the room. Her hips began to move, urging you on, her desperation a potent aphrodisiac that had you groaning in response. You pulled back, watching her face contort in pleasure, the head of your cock glistening with her arousal. Then, with a primal roar, you slammed back into her, the sound of your bodies colliding like thunder.

Wonyoung's eyes flew open, her pupils dilated with lust. She wrapped her legs around your waist, her heels digging into your back as she met your every thrust. Her breasts bounced with the rhythm, her nipples tight and pink from your earlier attentions. Her nails scored down your chest, leaving a trail of red lines that stood out starkly against your skin. "Harder," she pleaded, her voice a sweet symphony of passion. "I need you to fuck me harder, Daddy."

Her words were like a match to dry kindling, igniting the fire that had been smoldering inside you. You slammed into her again and again, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the quiet room. Each thrust was met with a guttural groan from you and a high-pitched whine from her, a symphony of desire that was music to your ears. Her pussy clenched around you, a warm, wet vice that seemed to pull you deeper with every stroke.

Wonyoung's whimpers grew sweeter, more earnest, as she begged for you to fuck her harder. "Please, Daddy," she pleaded, her voice a soft symphony of need. "Make me feel good, make me yours." Her sweetness was your undoing, the way she called you Daddy a siren's song that had you lost at sea. You complied, your movements growing more forceful, your hips pistoning into her as if you were trying to reach the very core of her being.

Her body responded to yours, a perfect dance of passion and desire. Her walls tightened around you, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body that had her toes curling and her back arching. "Yes, Daddy," she murmured, her voice a sweet, desperate melody that had you on the edge. "Just like that." Her legs tightened around your waist, pulling you closer, as if trying to merge your bodies into one.

You felt the pressure building, the tension in your balls reaching a crescendo. Wonyoung's eyes searched yours, a silent question in their depths. You knew what she wanted, what she needed. You could feel it in the way she moved against you, the desperation in her moans. With a growl, you leaned in, your teeth grazing her earlobe as you whispered, "Where do you want me to cum, baby girl?"

Her response was immediate, a breathless pant that sent shivers down your spine. "Inside me, Daddy," she whispered, her voice a sweet symphony of desire. "I want to feel your cum fill me up, I want to feel you claim me." Her words were like a key, unlocking the last of your restraint. You thrust into her one final time, hard and deep, as your climax crashed over you like a wave.

With a roar, you released yourself within her, the hot spurts of your seed filling her tight pussy. Wonyoung's eyes fluttered closed, her body arching off the bed as she reveled in the feeling of being filled by you. Her walls clenched around your cock, her orgasm washing over her in waves as you painted her insides with your essence.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and possession that had you both panting for breath. As the last of your cum spilled into her, she whispered, "Yes, Daddy," her voice a sweet symphony of satisfaction. You felt a strange mix of pride and guilt, the reality of the situation crashing back down upon you like a ton of bricks. Yet, the connection between you remained, a bond forged in passion and need.

Wonyoung's legs remained wrapped around your waist, her body limp with the aftermath of her climax. Her walls continued to spasm around you, milking every last drop from your cock. The feeling was exquisite, a gentle reminder of the intensity of your shared release. You kissed her tenderly, tasting the salt of her sweat on her skin, the sweetness of her lips a stark contrast to the carnality of moments before.

As your breathing evened out, she whispered a soft "Thank you, Mr. Lee," her voice a gentle caress against your chest. It was a stark reminder of the game you had been playing, a role-play that had spun wildly out of control. Yet, the affection in her tone was genuine, a testament to the connection that had grown between you over the week. You couldn't find the words to respond, so you simply nodded, allowing her to lay her head on your chest.

The weight of her against you was a comfort, a strange balance of innocence and eroticism that made your heart ache. You felt the steady beat of her heart, the soft rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. The room was silent except for the occasional rustle of the sheets and the soft sighs that passed her lips. It was a moment of peace in the storm of passion that had just ravaged you both.

As the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, reality began to set in. The week-long role-play was coming to an end, and with it, the illusion of the life you had shared with Wonyoung. The cold light of day washed away the shadows, leaving you feeling both satisfied and unsettled. You knew that what had happened between you was not something that could be undone, and the thought of leaving her behind was a bitter pill to swallow.

Wonyoung stirred in your arms, her eyes fluttering open to reveal the soft glow of contentment. She stretched languidly, her naked body a testament to the night of passion you had just shared. She looked up at you, her expression a mix of gratitude and something deeper, something that tugged at your heartstrings. "Thank you, Daddy," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.

Her words brought a bitter smile to your lips as you realized that with the dawn, so too had your week as her father figure come to an end. You felt a strange sense of loss, a void that the cold light of day couldn't fill. "You're welcome, Wonyoung," you said, your voice gruff with emotion. "It was... an experience I'll never forget."

Her eyes searched yours, and she leaned up to kiss you softly, her hand lingering on your cheek. "Thank you," she whispered again, her voice a sweet symphony of sincerity. Then, she slid off the bed, her body a canvas of satisfaction that made your heart ache. She walked over to her dresser, pulling out an envelope and handing it to you. "As promised," she said, her voice steady. "Two million won for your trouble."

The cold touch of the envelope in your hand was a stark reminder of the reality of the situation. You had just shared the most intimate moments of your life with a woman who had paid you to do so. Yet, as you looked at her, the genuine thankfulness in her eyes was undeniable. The weight of the envelope was a heavy burden, a price tag on a week of stolen affection. You took it, feeling the thickness of the bills within, and slipped it into your pocket without counting.

Wonyoung walked over to the window, her silhouette framed by the soft light of dawn. She looked so small and vulnerable, the power dynamics of the night before fading away with the darkness. "Our week is over," she said, her voice a soft melody that seemed to resonate with the quiet of the morning. "I hope I didn't... disappoint."

You watched her, the reality of the situation sinking in. You had played a role, a game of make-believe that had led to a night of passion and intimacy that was supposed to have a clear end. But as you looked at her, the lines between game and reality had blurred beyond recognition. "You didn't disappoint," you assured her, your voice thick with emotion. "You gave me more than I ever expected."

Wonyoung turned to face you, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice a sweet symphony of sincerity. She walked back to the bed, her naked form casting shadows on the floor, and leaned over to kiss you softly. "I'll miss you, Daddy."

Her words hung in the air like a melody that refused to die, echoing in your chest long after she pulled away. You watched as she slipped into her silk robe, the fabric whispering against her skin as she tied the sash. The room felt colder, the warmth of her body already a distant memory. "It's time for me to go," you said, your voice a hollow imitation of the strength you'd had earlier.

Wonyoung nodded, her expression unreadable. She walked to the door, opening it with a soft click. As you stepped into the hallway, the coldness of the marble floor sent a shiver up your spine. The mansion was quiet, the only sound the distant tick of a clock somewhere in the depths of the sprawling estate. You felt a pang of regret, a yearning to stay in the cocoon of the role-play that had become so much more.

But as you descended the grand staircase, the memories of the week began to feel like a dream, fading with each step you took. By the time you reached the front door, the cold reality of the world outside was a slap in the face, a stark contrast to the warmth of the mansion. The chauffeur was waiting, the engine of the luxurious car purring quietly.

The ride back to your apartment was a blur of neon lights and indifferent faces, a stark contrast to the opulence you had grown accustomed to. As you stepped out of the car, the harshness of the city washed over you, a stark reminder that the fairy tale had come to an end. You fumbled with the keys, the weight of the envelope in your pocket a constant reminder of the transaction you had just completed.

Her laughter was a tinkling bell, the sound of it grating on your nerves. "It's just a joke," she said, her grin widening. "But it got me thinking... what if we did it again?" Before you could respond, she took off running, her giggles trailing behind her like a taunt. You threw off the blanket, your legs feeling like lead as you chased after her. The apartment was small, but she managed to weave through the furniture with the agility of a gazelle.

Just as you were about to catch her, a soft knock echoed through the apartment, freezing you both in your tracks. The sound was unexpected, a gentle intrusion in the chaos of your conversation. Leeseo's eyes went wide with excitement, and she darted to the door, her bare feet slapping against the cold tiles. "Get dressed," she whispered, her voice a conspiratorial hiss. "You don't want to scare them off."

You pulled on a shirt and pants, your heart racing as you approached the door. Who could it be? Another bidder from eBay? As you opened the door, the chilly draft of the hallway hit you, and standing before you was a vision of elegance. A business lady, dressed in a sharp pantsuit and heels that clicked against the floor, offered a professional smile. "Mr. Lee?" she asked, her voice a smooth symphony of confidence.

"Anh Yujin," she introduced herself, extending a perfectly manicured hand. "I've been looking forward to meeting you." Her grip was firm, her eyes assessing as they swept over you. You felt a flicker of something—was it excitement or dread?—as you took her hand in yours. She stepped inside, her heels echoing through the apartment, each step a reminder of the surreal situation you found yourself in.

As you stand in front of the elegantly lit house, nerves fluttering like a caged bird in your chest, you take a deep breath and smooth your hair one last time. The manicured garden path seems to stretch on forever, leading to the imposing entrance of the Minatozaki residence. The anticipation of meeting Sullyoon's parents has had you rehearsing your introduction for days, hoping to make a good impression. You can't help but feel a mix of excitement and dread as you hold the bouquet of flowers you've chosen especially for the occasion. Gripping the handle of your mirror tightly, you rehearse your greeting under your breath.

"Hello, I'm Eunhae, and I'm here to see your lovely daughter, Sullyoon." The words echo in your mind, a reminder of the significance of this night. With a final glance at your reflection, you square your shoulders and step forward, ready to face whatever the evening holds.

The door swings open, revealing a stunning woman with a warm smile and an air of elegance that seems to defy the passing of time. She appears to be in her early thirties, yet you know she's actually ten years older. You stumble over your words, the practiced introduction lost in the wake of your astonishment.

 "Hi, I'm Eun...uh, I mean, I'm here to...see...Sullyoon?" The lady's eyes twinkle with amusement at your stutter, and she steps aside to let you in. "You must be Eunhae," she says, her voice as melodious as a bell.

As you step into the grand foyer, your eyes are drawn to the lady's curvy figure, her beauty striking and reminiscent of an ageless goddess. Her voluptuous bust and shapely derriere lead you to believe she's Sullyoon's older sister, until she calls out, "Sullyoon, your boyfriend is here!" The realization hits you like a ton of bricks—this is not her sister, but her mother. 

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you hastily correct your assumption, while internally you can't help but appreciate the genetic lottery her family has won. The sound of quick footsteps approaching echoes through the spacious hallway, and soon enough, Sullyoon appears, her eyes lighting up when she sees you. She wraps her arms around your waist and whispers, "Mom, you're so funny," before introducing you properly.

 "Mom, this is Eunhae," she says, her voice filled with love and pride. 

As you recover from the surprise, Sullyoon's mother, Sana, elegantly bends down to accept the bouquet of flowers you offer, and in that moment, you catch a glimpse of her ample cleavage peeking out from the neckline of her dress. Your eyes dart away, flustered by the unintended exposure, and you hastily look down at the floor. Sana seems unfazed, her laughter tinkling as she stands back up. 

"Thank you, Eunhae," she says, her smile never wavering. 

"You're so thoughtful. Now, come in, make yourself at home. 

Dinner will be ready soon." The warmth in her voice is reassuring, but the sudden intimacy of the gesture leaves you feeling more nervous than ever. 

You follow her into the living room, trying to shake off the awkwardness and focus on the evening ahead. Sullyoon gives you a knowing smile, her hand finding yours, as she whispers, "Don't worry, she does that to everyone." Despite the comfort in her words, you can't help but feel like you've just walked into a minefield of potential faux pas.

Sullyoon's father, Mr. Minatozaki, emerges from a nearby room, his strong, confident stride and firm handshake exuding a sense of authority. He's tall, with salt-and-pepper hair and piercing eyes that seem to see right through you. His smile is genuine, though, as he warmly greets you. 

"Welcome, Eunhae," he says, his voice deep and resonant. "Sullyoon has told us so much about you. How are you enjoying school?" He asks about your hobbies and sports, his interest genuine and his questions probing but not intrusive. You do your best to answer, trying to keep the conversation light and casual despite the nerves threatening to overwhelm you. Just as you're starting to feel more at ease, he checks his watch and sighs. 

"I'm afraid I have a business meeting to attend. It's an important night for us all," he says, glancing at the clock on the mantel. 

He gives his wife a quick peck on the cheek and his daughter a firm pat on the shoulder. 

"I trust you'll take good care of him, Sana," he says before exiting the room. 

The three of you are left standing in the luxurious living room, the weight of his departure seeming to press down on the air around you. Sana waves a hand towards the dining room. 

"Why don't we sit down? Dinner will be ready shortly." She leads the way, and you and Sullyoon follow, her hand still in yours, as you try to navigate the uncharted waters of meeting the parents.

The dining room is a vision of opulence, with a grand mahogany table that could easily seat twenty, adorned with fine china and gleaming silverware. A chandelier casts a warm glow over the scene, and the walls are lined with family portraits, each one capturing moments of happiness and success.

Sana pulls out a chair for you with a grace that seems almost rehearsed, and you sit down, feeling the plush velvet upholstery envelop you. The scent of a delicious meal wafts in from the kitchen, making your stomach rumble in anticipation.

"So, Eunhae, tell us how you two lovebirds met," Sana says, her smile as warm as the light in the room.

You swallow hard, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Well, we met in school. We're both in the same class." You try to keep your voice steady, but it wavers slightly.

Sana nods, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Ah, young love. It's so sweet. Tell me, Eunhae, what do you like most about my daughter?"

You glance at Sullyoon, whose cheeks have turned a shade of pink that matches the roses in the centerpiece. She squeezes your hand under the table, her touch offering silent encouragement. "I, uh, I love how she's always so kind and caring," you reply, feeling the words come more naturally now. "And she's really smart. I'm always learning new things from her."

Sana's smile widens, her eyes shimmering with happiness. "That's wonderful to hear," she says, patting your hand. "Sullyoon is indeed special. She's always had a heart of gold."

Her question lingers in the air, a silent invitation to share more intimate details. You feel a gentle squeeze from Sullyoon's hand, her gaze flickering between you and her mother, her cheeks flushing even deeper.

"Well, we do hold hands quite a bit," you admit, a soft smile playing on your lips as you look down at your interlocked fingers. "It's just a way to show we're there for each other, you know?"

Sana nods, her gaze thoughtful. "And kisses?" she asks, her tone playful yet probing.

You feel your cheeks burn brighter than the chandelier above. "Yeah," you reply, your voice barely a whisper. "Normal kisses, you know. Just pecks on the cheek or forehead."

Sana's smile falters for a moment, and she exchanges a knowing look with Sullyoon. "Well, that's nice," she says, her voice taking on a slightly wistful tone. "But I meant, have you two...you know, shared a real kiss?"

You feel your stomach drop as you realize she's referring to something more intimate. You hesitate, looking at Sullyoon for guidance, but she just gives you a nod, urging you to be honest. "No, not yet," you confess, feeling the weight of the unspoken words between you.

Sana's eyes twinkle with mischief as she leans in closer. "Ah, the innocence of young love," she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But I know how eager you both were at the prom. I had to cover for you when you two snuck out to the gazebo."

Your heart skips a beat, and you feel your face flush even hotter than before. You shoot a panicked look at Sullyoon, whose own cheeks are a crimson hue, her eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. "Mom," she stammers, trying to interject, but Sana holds up a hand, her smile growing even wider.

"Don't be shy, my dear," she says, her giggle turning into a full-blown laugh. "It's perfectly natural. I just want to make sure you're both ready when the time comes."

Sullyoon's eyes widen further, and she looks like she's about to jump out of her seat. "Mom, please," she whispers, her hand tightening around yours.

Sana giggles, her laughter light and infectious. "Oh, don't be so shy," she says, patting your hand. "You're both so adorable. And speaking of which, Sullyoon came to me yesterday, asking for some, shall we say, 'advice'."

Your eyes widen in surprise, and you can feel Sullyoon's grip on your hand tighten even further. "Mom," she hisses, her voice a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.

Sana just giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, come on, you know I'm only looking out for you," she says, waving a dismissive hand. "Besides, I think it's adorable that you two are still so innocent."

You can't help but feel a mix of relief and embarrassment as she shares that Sullyoon had approached her for advice about intimacy. It's clear that Sana is a very open and understanding mother, which is both comforting and slightly overwhelming. You take a sip of water to buy yourself some time, the cool liquid doing little to douse the flames of your blush.

Sana, seemingly unfazed by the tension in the air, claps her hands together with excitement. "You know what?" she says, her eyes alight with a crazy idea. "Why don't we have a little practice run before the real thing?"

Your heart leaps into your throat, and you choke on the water you were sipping. "What do you mean?" you sputter, your eyes darting between Sana and Sullyoon, who's now scarlet from her neck to her hairline.

Sana's smile is gentle and encouraging. "Oh, don't worry, I just thought it would be a fun way to break the ice," she says, her voice as smooth as honey. "You know, a little role-play to help you both feel more comfortable."

Sullyoon's eyes are wide with shock, and she's frantically shaking her head. "Mom, no," she whispers, her grip on your hand now bordering on painful.

Sana's smile never falters, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "It'll be like a little game," she says, her voice lilting. "Just a bit of harmless fun to help you both feel more at ease with each other. Trust me, it'll be a great way to learn."

Sullyoon's grip on your hand loosens slightly, and you can see the internal struggle playing out on her face. She's torn between the embarrassment of her mother's forwardness and the desire to please her. Finally, she lets out a shaky laugh and nods. "Okay, Mom," she says, her voice small. "We'll do it."

Sana's eyes light up with excitement, and she claps her hands together. "Wonderful!" she exclaims. "Now, let's go to the master suite. It's more comfortable there, and I'm sure Mr. Minatozaki won't mind." She winks at you, and you can't help but feel a twinge of trepidation.

You shoot a questioning look at Sullyoon, who nods, her eyes pleading. You both stand up, following Sana's lead, your legs feeling like jelly as you ascend the grand staircase. The master suite is a vision of luxury, with a king-sized bed that looks like a cloud and a floor-to-ceiling window that offers a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The room smells faintly of expensive cologne and freshly cut roses.

Sana turns to you with a playful smile. "Why don't you go ahead and get comfortable?" she suggests, her eyes flicking down to your outfit. "Strip down to your pants, darling. We're going to make this a little more... intimate.”

You feel a knot form in your stomach, but the anticipation is strangely thrilling. You do as she says, peeling off your shirt and unbuttoning your jeans, leaving them in a pile on the floor. You step into the room, feeling both exposed and oddly liberated in just your boxers and pants. The plush carpet feels cold against your bare feet as you wait for what's next.

Sullyoon and Sana return a few moments later, both wearing matching silk robes that hang open to reveal their lingerie. Your eyes widen at the sight, and you can't help but gulp. Sana giggles, her hands clutching the bouquet of roses she'd brought with her.

"Alright, you two," she says, her voice dripping with mischief. "Let's get started."

You and Sullyoon exchange nervous glances, but she nods at you, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and reassurance. You both sit on the edge of the bed, the plush pillows behind you creating a barrier of comfort and support. Sana sits cross-legged in front of you, the roses still in her lap.

"Now, Eunhae," she says, her voice soft and encouraging. "I want you to lean in and give Sullyoon a kiss. A real kiss, not just a peck. Take your time and let it build."

You swallow hard, feeling the heat of the moment weighing down on you. You look into Sullyoon's eyes, searching for any sign of protest, but she just nods slightly, her cheeks still flushed. You lean in, your heart pounding in your chest, and press your lips to hers. At first, the contact is tentative, but as you feel her body relax and her mouth open slightly, you deepen the kiss.

Sana's eyes are on you, watching intently as you explore each other's lips. She leans closer, and before you know it, she's placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, her breath warm against your skin. You jump slightly at the unexpected touch, but she just giggles, her eyes never leaving yours.

"See, darling?" she says, her voice soothing. "It's not so scary, is it?"

Before you can respond, Sana leans in again, this time her kiss is more passionate, more demanding. Her lips are soft and warm, and she tastes faintly of mint and something else, something intoxicating. Your heart races as she kisses you, her hand coming up to cradle your cheek, her thumb tracing the line of your jaw. The feeling is strange, yet exhilarating, and you find yourself melting into it, the shock of the situation giving way to a burgeoning desire.

Sullyoon watches with wide eyes, her breath hitching as she takes in the sight of her mother kissing you. You can see the mix of emotions playing out on her face: shock, confusion, and maybe even a hint of excitement. You can feel her hand tightening around yours, her knuckles turning white as she clutches the bedspread.

Sana's kiss is tender yet assertive, her lips moving against yours with a gentle confidence that belies the suddenness of the situation. You find yourself responding to her, enjoying the sensation of her softness, the way her mouth moves, the sweetness of her breath. It's a moment that seems to stretch on forever, a secret shared between the three of you that you never could have anticipated.

As your kiss deepens, you feel Sana's hand slide down to your chest, her fingers playing with the fabric of your shirt. Your heart races, thumping a wild rhythm against her palm. You can't help but let out a soft moan, the sound muffled by her mouth. You're aware of Sullyoon's eyes on you, watching with a mix of amazement and arousal.

Sana pulls away suddenly, her smile wicked. "Your turn, Sullyoon," she says, her voice a seductive purr. "Kiss him like I did."

Sullyoon's eyes are wide with shock, but she nods, her cheeks still flushed a deep red. She leans in tentatively, her breath warm and sweet on your skin. Her lips touch yours, and you feel a jolt of electricity run through your body. Her kiss is soft and tentative at first, but as you respond, it grows bolder. She tastes like strawberries, her mouth eager and exploratory. You can feel her inexperience, but it's endearing and makes the moment all the more precious.

Sana watches with a knowing smile, her eyes glinting with a mischievous spark. She reaches out and gently strokes your cheek, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "Good," she murmurs. "Now, let's get a little more... intimate."

Her words hang in the air, thick with anticipation. You can feel the tension building between the three of you, a potent mix of excitement and nerves. You turn to Sullyoon, her eyes searching yours for reassurance. You give her a nod, and she takes a deep breath, leaning in to kiss you again. This time, her kiss is more urgent, her tongue darting out to tentatively touch yours. You respond instinctively, the kiss growing deeper, more passionate.

As you kiss, you feel Sana's hand slip away from your cheek and down to your chest, her fingers tracing light circles over your skin. She leans back slightly, watching the two of you with a knowing smile. "Mmm, that's better," she murmurs, her voice low and approving.

You break the kiss, panting slightly, and look over at Sana. Her eyes are dark with desire, and you can't help but feel a thrill at the way she's looking at you. "Now, Sullyoon," she says, her voice a sultry whisper. "Why don't you show Eunhae what you've learned?"

Sullyoon's cheeks are a fiery red, but she nods, a determined look in her eyes. She leans in, her lips brushing yours, and you feel a jolt of electricity as your mouths connect. Her kiss is tentative at first, but it quickly becomes more confident, her tongue darting out to trace your bottom lip. You wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her closer, and she gasps as you deepen the kiss.

Sana watches the two of you with a knowing smile, her hand sliding from your cheek to the small of your back. Her touch is like a brand, searing heat through your shirt. You're acutely aware of her presence, the scent of her perfume mingling with the sweetness of the roses.

"Mmm, yes," she murmurs, her eyes never leaving yours. "Just like that, Sullyoon."

Sullyoon's breath is hot against your skin as she obeys her mother's command, her kiss growing more urgent and hungry. You can feel your body responding, your heart racing and your pulse quickening. You lean into her, deepening the kiss, your hands sliding up to tangle in her hair.

Sana's hand on your back feels like a brand, her eyes never leaving yours. "Very good," she murmurs, her voice a soft caress. "Now, Eunhae, it's time for the next lesson."

With a gentle nudge, she separates you from Sullyoon, whose eyes are glazed with a mix of passion and confusion. You both look at her, unsure of what to expect next. She stands up, her silk robe fluttering around her as she walks over to the bedside table. She opens a drawer and pulls out a velvet box, the kind that typically holds something precious and expensive. Your heart races as she opens it, revealing a set of elegant, black lace lingerie.

"Now, Eunhae," she says, her tone taking on a teacher's firmness. "This is where you learn the art of undressing a woman." She hands you the box, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Start with me."

You stare at her in disbelief, the weight of the velvet box feeling heavier than the world itself. "M-Mrs. Minatozaki," you stutter, your cheeks burning.

Sana giggles, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "No, no, call me Sana," she says, her voice a purr. "But for this little game, you can call me Mommy."

You feel your throat constrict at the pet name, but the thrill of the situation overpowers your nerves. You nod, your hands trembling slightly as you take the box from her. The lingerie feels soft and luxurious against your skin as you lift it out.

Sana stands before you, her silk robe slipping off her shoulders to reveal her toned body, adorned with the lace. She's even more beautiful than you had imagined, and you can't help but feel a jolt of desire as your eyes trace the curve of her neck to her collarbones. She takes a step closer, her breath warm against your cheek. "Start with the neckline," she whispers, her voice a seductive coax.

Your hands shake as you gently lift the lace, revealing her soft, pale skin. Each inch of fabric feels like a barrier to something incredibly intimate, and you're acutely aware of Sullyoon's eyes on you, watching with a mix of curiosity and arousal. As you expose Sana's skin, she lets out a contented sigh, leaning into your touch. Her breasts are full and firm, her nipples peaked with excitement. You swallow hard, trying to focus on the task at hand.

"Slowly," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "Take your time and enjoy it."

You swallow hard, your hands shaking as you continue to unravel the intricate web of lace. Each piece you remove reveals more of Sana's body, her skin glowing in the soft light of the room. Her eyes are half-lidded, her mouth slightly parted as she watches you with a mix of excitement and anticipation. When the last of the fabric pools at her feet, she stands before you in nothing but her matching black lace thong, and you can't help but stare.

Her body is a work of art, a testament to the beauty of a mature woman who's taken care of herself. Her curves are soft and inviting, her stomach flat and toned from years of discipline. Her breasts are full and firm, the rosy tips of her nipples standing at attention. You can see the faint outline of her panties, and the thought of what lies beneath sends a jolt of desire through you.

With trembling hands, you start to remove the lingerie, starting with the neckline. The lace is delicate and clings to her skin, making it a challenge to remove without hurting her. Each inch of skin you expose feels like a victory, her breath hitching as the cool air kisses her body. She watches you with a mix of excitement and anticipation, her eyes never leaving yours.

As you reach the clasp of her bra, she places a gentle hand over yours, guiding you. "Let me help," she whispers, her voice a seductive purr. She unclips it with a practiced ease, the material falling away to reveal her breasts. They're more beautiful than you could have ever imagined, full and heavy with desire. Her nipples are a dark pink, the areolas puckered and begging for your touch.

Sullyoon's eyes are glued to the scene unfolding before her, her own breathing shallow and quick. You can see the blush spreading across her chest, her own nipples pushing against the fabric of her dress. She's frozen, caught between embarrassment and arousal.

"It's okay, baby," Sana says, her voice soothing as she looks over at her daughter. "This is all part of growing up. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

You nod, taking a deep breath as you swallow your nerves. You stand up, your hands shaking as you reach for the tie of her robe. With trembling fingers, you untie the bow, letting the silk slide away to reveal her bare shoulders. She smiles encouragingly, her eyes never leaving yours as you slowly push the fabric apart.

The lace of her lingerie clings to her body like a second skin, showcasing her ample breasts and the curve of her waist. She's beautiful, a picture of sensuality and experience that makes you feel both inadequate and incredibly lucky. You take a moment to appreciate the sight before you, committing it to memory.

"Good boy," she murmurs, her hand guiding yours as you trace the fabric down her body. The material is soft and delicate, a stark contrast to the firmness of her flesh beneath. As you reach her hips, she shimmies slightly, helping the lingerie slide over her curves. It hits the floor with a whisper, leaving Sana standing before you in nothing but her thong.

Her body is a masterpiece, a testament to the beauty of maturity and confidence. You can't help but stare, your mouth going dry as you take in the sight of her. She seems to glow under the soft light of the room, her skin a canvas of curves and shadows that make your hands itch to explore. She steps closer, her bare breasts brushing against your chest, sending a bolt of electricity through you.

Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers, "Now, Eunhae, it's time to take it all off." Your hands shake as you reach for the waistband of her thong, the fabric the last barrier between you and her nakedness. You hesitate for a moment, feeling the weight of the situation, but she nods, her eyes never leaving yours.

With trembling fingers, you pull the lace down, revealing inch by inch of her smooth, toned stomach, the neatly trimmed curls above her mound, and finally, her bare hips. She steps out of the thong, and she's completely naked before you, a goddess in the flesh. You can't help but gulp, your eyes drinking in the sight of her.

Sana's gaze lingers on your face, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Now, my dear," she says, her voice a sultry whisper. "It's time to do the same for Sullyoon."

You turn to look at Sullyoon, whose eyes are wide with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She nods slightly, the blush on her cheeks deepening. You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself as you approach her. Her hands shake as she unbuttons her dress, the fabric falling away to reveal her own set of matching lingerie.

Your heart races as you reach out to help her, your fingers trembling as they trace the edge of her bra. She looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of trust and anticipation. You unhook the clasp, the weight of the moment heavy in the air. The bra falls away, revealing her small but perfect breasts, her nipples hard with arousal.

Sana nods approvingly. "Good," she murmurs, her eyes never leaving yours. "Now, the panties."

You kneel before Sullyoon, your heart racing as you take in the sight of her. She's so beautiful, so vulnerable, and you can see the trust in her eyes as she looks down at you. Your hands are shaking as you reach for the waistband of her lingerie, your fingers fumbling slightly. She blushes deeper, her hands coming up to cover her breasts instinctively.

Sana's voice is a gentle whisper from behind you. "It's okay, baby," she says, her hand coming to rest on your shoulder. "Take your time."

With trembling hands, you slowly peel down the waistband of Sullyoon's panties, the black lace a stark contrast against her porcelain skin. Each inch revealed is a gift, a treasure to be cherished. You can feel her heart racing against your knuckles, her breath hitching with every movement. The fabric slides down her thighs, revealing the soft mound of her sex, the petals of her lips glistening with excitement.

Sullyoon's eyes are closed, her face a picture of shyness and anticipation. You take a deep breath, savoring the moment. The scent of her arousal fills the air, a heady aroma that sends your senses spiraling. You can feel Sana's hand on your shoulder, her gentle pressure urging you on. Your own desires swirl in your chest, a maelstrom of love and lust that threatens to consume you.

You lean in, your breath hot against Sullyoon's thighs. She gasps as you kiss the sensitive skin, her legs trembling slightly. You trace a path upwards, your tongue darting out to taste her. She's sweet and tart, like a ripe berry, and you can't get enough. You lick and suck, exploring every inch of her with eager enthusiasm. Her hips jerk, and she lets out a soft moan, her hands gripping the bedspread tightly.

Sana watches you with a hungry gaze, her own hand sliding down to her own sex. She's standing beside Sullyoon, both of them naked and exposed, their pussies just a breath apart. "So beautiful," she murmurs, her voice thick with desire. "You're doing so well, Eunhae."

Her hand moves faster, her thumb circling her clit as she watches you worship her daughter's body. You can't help but glance over, your own desires spiraling out of control at the sight of her masturbating. She notices your gaze and smiles, her eyes locking onto yours. "Why don't you come here and show me what you've learned?" she purrs, her voice low and seductive.

You stand up, your mouth is still wet from tasting Sullyoon's sweetness. You move closer to Sana, her scent intoxicating and her body calling to you. You drop to your knees before her, your heart racing as you place a soft kiss on her inner thigh. She gasps, her hand still working herself as she watches you with heated anticipation.

You gently part her legs, exposing her glistening sex. Her pussy is a masterpiece, a tapestry of soft folds and swollen flesh. You lean in, your tongue tracing the length of her slit, tasting the sweetness of her arousal. She shudders, her hand coming to rest on your head as she guides you. You're lost in the moment, the sounds of her pleasure the only thing that matters.

Sullyoon watches from the bed, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and desire. She bites her lip, her own hand sliding down to mimic your movements on her mother's body. You can feel the tension in the room building, the air thick with lust.

You take your time, alternating between the two women, savoring the unique taste of each. Sana's pussy is rich and musky, the scent of her arousal intoxicating. Each lick is met with a gasp or a moan, her thighs quivering around your head. When you switch to Sullyoon, her sweetness fills your mouth, making you greedy for more. Her reactions are more tentative, but her breathy sighs and the way her body responds to your touch are all the encouragement you need.

As you move between them, you feel the heat in the room rise, the air charged with a palpable energy. You can't believe what's happening, but you're powerless to resist the allure of their bodies. The three of you are caught in a dance of desire, each touch and kiss feeding the fire that burns brighter with every passing moment.

Both Sana and Sullyoon moan in unison as you pleasure them, their hips rocking in time with your movements. You can feel their bodies tense, their muscles tightening as they approach the edge of climax. You redouble your efforts, eager to be the one to push them over. Your tongue flicks and strokes, your hands exploring and teasing, all the while keeping eye contact with each of them.

Finally, with a symphony of gasps and cries, they both reach their peak. Sana's legs quiver as she cums, her hand tightening in your hair as she rides the waves of pleasure. Sullyoon's body arches off the bed, her nails digging into the bedspread as she reaches her own climax, her cheeks flushed and her eyes squeezed shut. The room fills with the sweet sound of their shared release, a moment of pure, unbridled ecstasy that seems to echo in the air.

After a brief moment of panting and trembling, Sana pulls away, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Very good, Eunhae," she says, her voice still a bit breathless. "Now, it's time for the next lesson."

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she saunters over to the bed, her bare skin seemingly glowing in the soft light of the room. She gracefully lies down, her legs spreading slightly to give you a tantalizing view of her glistening sex. "Blowjob," she says, her voice a seductive whisper. "It's all about giving pleasure with your mouth. Watch and learn."

Sullyoon, still blushing but visibly intrigued, watches as you approach the bed. She mirrors her mother's position, her own legs spreading slightly apart. You stand before them, feeling the weight of their gazes on you, their expectations palpable. You unbuckle your belt, your heart racing as you push down your pants. Your cock springs free, already hard and eager.

Sana licks her lips, her eyes never leaving yours as she reaches out to gently stroke you. "Now, Eunhae," she says, her voice a sultry purr. "Let us show you how much we appreciate your attention."

Sullyoon watches her mother with rapt attention, her own hand sliding down to mimic the movement. She's tentative at first, her touch feather-light, but the way Sana's eyes widen with pleasure spurs her on. You feel your cock twitch in response, the dual sensations of both their hands on you driving you wild.

Sana licks her lips, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Like this," she murmurs, her hand sliding up and down your shaft. She takes the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. You moan, the sensation is overwhelming, as she sucks you deep. Sullyoon watches, her eyes glued to the sight of her mother's mouth around your cock.

After a moment, she joins in, her own tongue tentatively touching the base of your shaft. She looks to Sana for guidance, and you watch as Sana's eyes never leave yours, even as she instructs her daughter. "Just like that, baby," she says, her voice muffled by the flesh in her mouth. "Use your tongue, be gentle."

Sullyoon nods, her eyes wide and focused. She takes a deep breath and then takes you in, her mouth closing around your length. Her movements are clumsy at first, her teeth grazing you, but she quickly adjusts, her technique improving with each stroke. You can feel the tension building in your balls, the pleasure intense as you watch the two of them worship you.

Sana's eyes are closed, her mouth working you with an expertise that comes from years of experience. Her tongue swirls around your shaft, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath the head. Each sucks and lick is like a pulse of electricity shooting through your body, making it difficult to hold back your own moans.

Sullyoon watches her mother closely, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of competitiveness. She takes a deep breath and then, with a newfound confidence, joins her. Her mouth is warm and wet, her tongue tentatively exploring the base of your cock. You can't help but groan as she takes her cues from Sana, her touch growing bolder with each stroke.

The two of them work in tandem, their tongues swirling and licking in a delicious dance of pleasure. Sana's eyes never leave yours, her gaze filled with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. She guides your hand to her own sex, her hips bucking slightly as you begin to mimic the rhythm of their mouths on your cock. She's so wet, so hot, and you can feel her desire for you, pulsing and alive beneath your fingertips.

Sullyoon watches her mother, her eyes glued to the way she takes you in, her cheeks still flushed from her orgasm. She tries to keep up, her movements becoming more confident with each pass of her tongue. You can see the determination in her eyes, the need to please you, to be as good as her mother. The sight of her, eager and innocent, is almost too much to bear.

Sana's eyes flick open, and she smiles up at you, her gaze smoldering with desire. She releases your cock with a wet pop, her lips glistening with your precum. "Very good, Eunhae," she purrs, her voice a warm caress. "Now, let's see if you can handle two mouths at once."

Sullyoon blushes but nods eagerly, moving closer to the bed. She kneels beside her mother, her eyes never leaving yours. Sana reaches out to you, guiding your cock to her lips again. You feel the warmth of her mouth envelop you, her tongue swirling around your shaft as she takes you deep. Then, without warning, Sullyoon's soft, wet mouth joins hers, her tongue brushing against yours as she tastes you for the first time.

The sensation is overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that sends shockwaves through your body. They share your cock, their lips and tongues dancing together in a way that's both erotic and mesmerizing. You watch as they suck and lick, their cheeks hollowing out as they take turns bobbing their heads. Sana's eyes are half-lidded with pleasure, her hand on the back of Sullyoon's head, guiding her movements.

The sight of them together, mouths stretched around your cock, is almost too much to handle. You can feel your orgasm building, a pressure that's both terrifying and exhilarating. You look down, watching as their tongues swirl together, their lips sliding against each other as they suck you deeper. The sounds of their muffled moans and the wet, sloppy sounds of their mouths are the only things that fill the room.

You close your eyes, trying to focus on anything but the intense pleasure that's threatening to consume you. But it's impossible. Every nerve in your body is alight with sensation, your skin prickling with the electricity of its touch. You feel your balls tighten, the warmth of their breath against your skin driving you closer and closer to the edge. You know you can't hold out much longer.

Just as you think you're about to cum, Sana's mouth leaves your cock with a wet pop, and she pulls Sullyoon away by the back of her head. You both pant, your bodies trembling with need. She looks up at you with a knowing smile, her lips glistening with your precum. "Not yet, Eunhae," she says, her voice a sultry whisper. "We have so much more to explore."

With a grace that belies her age, she stands and walks over to the bed, her body moving like liquid. She climbs onto the plush mattress and, without a word, spreads her legs wide, revealing her glistening sex. Her pussy is swollen and begging for attention, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air. She looks at you with a mix of challenge and invitation in her eyes.

Sullyoon watches, her own hand stilled between her legs as she takes in the sight of her mother's nakedness. The blush on her cheeks deepens, but she doesn't look away. You can see the curiosity in her eyes, the desire to understand and experience what you're about to do.

You move closer to the bed, feeling the heat of Sana's body, the scent of her arousal beckoning you. Your cock is hard and slick with her saliva, the head pulsing with need. You position yourself between her legs, her gaze never leaving yours. She spreads herself wider, exposing the pink, glistening folds of her pussy. You can see the anticipation in her eyes, the hunger for the connection that's about to happen.

With a trembling hand, you guide your cock to her entrance, feeling the soft, velvety warmth of her. She's wet, so wet, and the head of your cock slides in easily. She gasps, her back arching as you push in further, the tightness of her gripping you like a vice. You watch as her eyes flutter shut, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of pleasure. The sight of her, lost in the sensation of you filling her, sends a shiver down your spine.

Sana's voice is a gentle guide in your ear. "Just like that, Eunhae," she whispers, her hand on your hip. "Take your time, feel her, let her get used to you."

You nod, your movements are tentative at first as you push deeper into her welcoming warmth. Her pussy clenches around you, a tight, wet embrace that makes you groan with pleasure. You watch as her face contorts with pleasure, her eyes fluttering closed as you begin to move with more confidence. The sounds of your body meeting fill the room, a rhythmic symphony of wet slaps and gasps.

"Good, Eunhae," Sana whispers, her hand still on your hip, guiding you. "Now, listen to me, baby. When the man is inside you, it's not just about taking. It's about giving. You want to make sure he feels as good as you do."

Her eyes are hooded with pleasure, but she keeps them locked on yours, ensuring you understand her instructions. "Use your hips, rock them back and forth. Yes, just like that. And remember to kiss him, deep and slow."

Sullyoon watches, her breath hitching as she takes in the sight of you moving together, her own hand sliding back to her clit. She mimics the motions, her cheeks reddening as she does so. Her eyes are wide with a mix of shock and arousal, but she doesn't look away. She's learning, eager to please you, to be the best she can be.

Sana's hand slides down to her own sex, her fingers working in time with your thrusts. Her eyes never leave yours, her expression a mix of pleasure and instruction. "Fuck me harder," she whispers, her voice strained with desire. "But don't you dare cum yet, Eunhae. Make me cum first."

You nod, feeling the pressure building in your own body as you obey her command. You increase your rhythm, your hips slamming into hers with a force that makes the bed shake. She moans, her nails digging into the sheets as she arches her back, her breasts bouncing with every impact. The room is filled with the sounds of your passion, the wet slap of skin on skin, and the low, guttural moans that escape her lips.

Sullyoon's eyes are glued to the sight before her, her hand moving faster between her legs. She bites her bottom lip, her cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and amazement. The intensity of the moment is palpable, the air thick with the scent of desire and need. You can feel your orgasm building, a coil of pleasure that's threatening to unravel at any moment. But you hold back, remembering Sana's instructions, focusing on her pleasure instead of your own.

You start to pound into her with a ferocity that makes the bed shake. She cries out, her nails digging into the mattress as she takes you, her body responding to your every thrust. The sight of her, lost in the throes of passion, sends a jolt of excitement through you. You watch her face, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy, her mouth open in silent screams. Her hips buck up to meet you, her body begging for more, for deeper, harder, faster.

Her breath hitches, and she whispers, "Almost there, Eunhae. Almost." You can feel the tension in her body, the tightness of her pussy clenching around you as she approaches her climax. You clench your teeth, fighting the urge to release your own building orgasm. Your muscles strain, your entire body coiled like a spring, ready to unleash the pent-up pleasure.

With a final, guttural moan, Sana arches her back, her body spasming as she cums. You watch as her eyes roll back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. The sight of her, lost in the throes of pleasure, is almost too much to bear. But you hold on, your cock pulsing with the effort of not giving in.

As her tremors subside, she looks up at you, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. "Good boy," she whispers, her voice a breathy purr. "Now, pull out and let's switch."

You do as she says, sliding out of her with a wet pop, your cock slick with her juices. The sudden emptiness makes you shiver, but you can't ignore the thrill of what's to come. You watch as she gracefully moves aside, making room for Sullyoon. Your heart races as she lies down, her cheeks still flushed, her body quivering with anticipation.

Sana whispers into your ear, her breath hot and heavy. "Now, Eunhae, show my little girl what a real man feels like." Her hand reaches out, guiding your still-throbbing cock to Sullyoon's entrance. She's so tight, so much tighter than her mother was. You feel her tense up as the tip breaches her virginity, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.

You push in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her walls stretch around you. She gasps, her nails digging into the bedspread as she tries to adjust to the sensation. Sana's hand is on your shoulder, her fingers tracing gentle circles, urging you to go deeper. "It's okay, baby," she coos, her voice soothing. "Just relax and let him in."

Sullyoon's eyes are wide with a mix of pain and pleasure, but she nods, her teeth clenched. You watch as she takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Then, with a final push, you're fully sheathed inside her, her virginity lost to you. She cries out, her body tensing, but then she relaxes, her muscles releasing their grip. Sana leans over, her mouth brushing against your ear. "Now, Eunhae," she whispers, her breath hot on your skin. "Now you can cum inside her. Fill her up, just like I asked."

You can feel the tension in your balls, the pressure that's been building for what seems like an eternity. You start to move, your hips rocking in a slow, steady rhythm. Sullyoon's eyes are on yours, a silent plea for you to be gentle. But the sight of her, so beautiful and innocent, is too much. You can't hold back anymore. With a roar, you release, your cum flooding her tight pussy, filling her with your seed. She gasps, her body shaking with the force of your orgasm, her own climax following quickly behind.

Sana watches with a proud smile, her hand moving to her own clit as she brings herself to another peak. She cums, her body convulsing as she watches you claim her daughter. The sight of her daughter's face, contorted with pleasure, is almost as satisfying as the feel of your cock in her own pussy had been. She knew this was what she wanted for both of them, a moment of pure, unbridled passion that would bond them in a way nothing else could.

As you both collapse on the bed, panting and sated, Sana stands up, her body glowing with the aftermath of her own orgasm. She's not done yet, though. She graciously takes a step back, her hand lingering on your shoulder before retreating. "Now, my dears," she says, her voice still thick with lust, "it's time for you two to truly get to know each other."

Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she watches you both, knowing she's set the stage for a night of unbridled passion. With a knowing smile, she leaves the room, her silhouette framed by the dim light from the hallway before the door clicks shut. You and Sullyoon are left alone, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air. The scent of sex and desire lingers, a potent reminder of the lessons she's imparted.

In the living room, Sana shrugs off the flimsy robe, letting it pool around her ankles. She's left standing in nothing but her own desire, the cool air kissing her flushed skin. The sounds from the master suite reach her ears, a symphony of passion that's music to her own aroused body. She can't help but listen as you claim her daughter, the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh punctuated by the occasional moan or gasp. It's a heady aphrodisiac, and she finds her own hand drifting down to her sex, her fingers slipping between her slick folds.

Her clit is swollen and sensitive, a beacon of need that's been ignored for too long. She circles it gently, feeling the familiar throb of arousal that's been building all evening. But as much as she tries, her finger isn't enough. The image of you, strong and hard, filling Sullyoon is burned into her mind, and she can't help but wish it was her body writhing beneath you. She's taught them so much, but the hunger she feels is something she can't fully share.

The sounds from the bedroom grow louder, a crescendo of pleasure that she can't ignore. Her other hand reaches for a velvet cushion, the soft fabric a poor substitute for skin. She presses it against her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. Her breath hitches, her eyes closing as she imagines it's your hand, your mouth, your cock bringing her to the brink. The cushion isn't enough, though. Her body craves the real thing, the heat and weight of a man's touch.

Her hand moves faster, her hips bucking against the makeshift toy. She can almost feel you there, the tip of your cock teasing her entrance, her body begging for you to fill her up. The image of you with Sullyoon is a heady one, a fantasy come to life that she's orchestrated so meticulously. But now, the lines between teacher and participant are blurring, and she can't help but wish she was the one taking your cock, feeling your cum fill her up.

The sounds from the bedroom crescendo, and she knows you're close. She bites her bottom lip, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She can't help but imagine the look on Sullyoon's face as she takes you, her eyes wide with wonder and desire. It's a sight she's craved for so long, a moment she's dreamed of sharing with her daughter. The cushion isn't enough; she needs the real thing.

Her hand moves faster, her hips rocking against the soft fabric. She's so close, the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter. And then, just as the first shudders of her own orgasm begin to wash over her, she hears the door open. Her eyes fly open, and she sees you standing in the doorway, your cock still hard and glistening from being inside Sullyoon.

Sana's breath catches in her throat. She's been caught, but she doesn't care. The need inside her is too great, the hunger too intense. She looks up at you, her eyes wide with lust. "I want you," she says, her voice a desperate whisper. "I want your cock, Eunhae."

You smirk, watching her with a glint of amusement in your eyes. You saunter over to the couch, the head of your cock still shiny with the evidence of your recent union with Sullyoon. You stand before her, teasing her with the promise of what's to come. "What's the magic word?" you ask, your voice low and playful.

Sana's eyes are dark with desire, her pupils dilated with need. She bites her lip, her hand still moving against the cushion. "Please," she whispers, the word barely audible.

Sana's eyes flicker with excitement, the challenge in your words only serving to stoke the fire within her. She nods eagerly, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "I understand," she whispers, her eyes never leaving yours.

Without another word, you pick her up, her legs wrapping around your waist as you carry her back to the bedroom. The sight of Sullyoon lying there, her body flushed and sated, only adds to the intensity of the moment. You lay Sana down on the bed, the mattress groaning under the weight of your passion. You position yourself between her legs, her wetness already coating your cock. You're not gentle as you thrust into her, the sound of your bodies colliding filling the room.

You take her in every position she's taught you, each thrust deeper and more demanding than the last. She cries out, her nails digging into your back as you claim her over and over again. You can feel her orgasms building, her muscles tightening around you with every stroke. You're merciless, pushing her to the edge and then pulling back, drawing out her pleasure until she's begging for release.

Finally, with a roar of triumph, you give it to her. You fill her up with your cum, marking her as yours. She cries out, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. You collapse on top of her, your chests heaving with exertion. The room is filled with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady mix that speaks of your dominance and her submission.

As you both catch your breath, the reality of what's just happened settles in. Sana's eyes are wide with shock and pleasure, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She looks over at Sullyoon, who's watching the scene with a mix of awe and curiosity. The bond between the three of you has shifted, grown stronger, and more complex.

The silence is broken by the sound of the door opening, and you both look up to see Sullyoon standing there, a question in her eyes. Sana reaches out a hand, her voice soft and gentle. "Come here, baby," she says, her eyes never leaving yours. "We're not done yet."

Sullyoon approaches the bed, her curiosity piqued. She crawls onto the mattress, her own desire clear as she watches you pull out of her mother. The sight of your cum leaking from Sana's pussy is almost too much for her to handle, but she doesn't look away. She's eager to learn, eager to experience the kind of passion she's just witnessed.

Sana's hand guides you to Sullyoon, her eyes gleaming with a newfound hunger. "Now, my love," she says, her voice a sultry whisper. "It's time for your next lesson."

The three of you move together, a tangle of limbs and passion as you show Sullyoon the depths of pleasure she's been yearning for. You take turns fucking her, filling her with your cum, making her scream with ecstasy. The night stretches out before you, a canvas of unexplored desires and newfound intimacy.

In the throes of passion, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, of power. You've claimed both mother and daughter, made them both beg for your touch. And as you watch them together, their bodies move in perfect harmony.

Enough of this.

*Ring*... *Ring*...

"Hello?"

"Hey Captain. You busy tonight?"

"Why? Did daddy's luck run out on his dating apps? I knew it wouldn't be long before I was hearing from you again." You could hear her grin through the phone.

"I'm tired of those girls. I just keep swiping, I need something new."

"Well, I'm working right now but I get off in an hour. Why don't you pretty yourself up and come meet me here. I know how we can have a little fun."

*Click*

Saerom was a bit of a wild card. She had gotten you to try many things you would never have even thought possible on your nights together. You couldn't begin to guess what she had in mind, but you were looking forward to something, anything different.

She texted you the address, it was one you recognized and It wasn't very far. After a quick shower, you put on something nice and headed down. A short walk and a couple minutes on the subway and you were there.

Sweet Indulgence Adult Ice Cream 19+

So she was working at an ice cream place now? You wondered what the 19+ meant. Maybe they sold alcohol? The bell chimed as you entered the shop. Saerom was leaning behind the counter on her phone.

"Oh! Hey there handsome. I'll be with you in a minute." She smiled and walked into the back room.

You took a seat near the front, deciding to wait there for her return, taking a chance to size the place up. It was small but not too small. There were three tables in the middle of the floor and two booths on the left wall. A glass counter ran through the middle of the room, filled with various flavors of ice cream. Basically it looked like any standard ice cream shop, with the only difference being the big "19+" written next to the milkshakes on the menu.

Yea must be alcohol. You thought.

That's when you noticed Saerom's coworker pop up from below the cash register. A short girl with shimmering blonde hair tucked neatly into her hairnet. Large, expressive eyes and a smile that was warm and inviting. She looked cute. Like a puppy. "Yuri" was written on her name tag. You watched her, hard at work, unsure if she was even aware of your presence.

Saerom reemerged a few moments later, walking to the door, pulling the blinds shut and flipping the open sign to closed. She whispered something to the other girl who then promptly disappeared into the back where Saerom had just come from. Saerom then made her way over to you. You stood up from your chair to meet her. Without saying a word she grabbed your face and licked firmly up the side of your cheek before growling quietly in your ear. She lifted up her white tank top and flashed you her breasts, before pushing them into your chest. You could feel her erect nipples poking you through your shirt. They probably spent a lot of time like that in such a cold place like this.

"Wow I guess we're getting right into it?"

"You have no idea how badly I want you right now." She grabbed your crotch and gave it a firm squeeze.

"But..."

She let go of your crotch and pulled her shirt back down. Leaving you confused.

"I thought we could play with Yuri tonight. She's pretty cute right?" Saerom said

You turned to look towards the back, the young blonde girl was now standing there, a bright smile on her face, wearing a frilly white apron with nothing on underneath. Her perky breasts were on display, along with a clean shaven slit that peeked out from below the bottom. Her legs were slender and shapely. You turned back to Saerom, who had a big grin on her face.

"So, what do you say?"

"Well she seems pretty excited and you know I'm not one to disappoint a lady. Especially one that looks like that."

"Great, then pick a flavor and Yuri is going to begin preparing our milkshakes."

"Chocolate cookies looks good."

Saerom nodded to Yuri.

Yuri spun around, revealing her perfectly plump backside. You caught Saerom staring out the corner of your eye, her mouth open, a lustful gaze. You really couldn't blame her, Yuri's body was incredible.

Yuri bent over the freezer, sticking her ass out as far as she could, and pulled out the tub of chocolate cookies ice cream, before carrying it into the back.

Saerom approached you once again, now fixated on the tightness on display in the front of your trousers. She breathed hot air into your ear while playfully biting your lobe. Her hands going for your belt.

"I'll make this quick. But don't worry, this is just a taste of what's to come." She winked.

Saerom wasted no time. She dropped to her knees, pulling down your pants and underwear, exposing your stiff and twitching member to the cool air. She took your head between her lips. She bobbed her head, quickly and forcefully, sucking hard while swirling her tongue. Your hands reached down to hold her, feeling her silky black hair slide through your fingers. You moaned softly, watching her move her head, sliding her glistening lips up and down your cock. The sloppy sounds of her movements were only outdone by the soft moans she was making as she worked. She knew exactly what you liked.

"READY!"

You heard Yuri shouting from the back. And once again Saerom let go of you, your shaft slick with her saliva, now feeling exceptionally exposed to the frigid air. She rose and straightened herself out.

"We'll finish later. For now let's enjoy our shakes."

"You're really just going to leave me like this?"

"Of course!"

Saerom motioned to the back.

You walked in after her, following her lead. The back of the store also looked like any ordinary ice cream parlor. Stacks of boxes labeled cups, spoons, bowls. The freezers and mixers sat along the far wall, a large refrigerator filled with various types of milk on your right, and a large steel door that clearly led to the walk-in freezer beside it. What caught your attention though was the floor to ceiling curtain that was hiding another part of the room. On one side of it, there was a steel chute that came from behind it and then led to the countertop where several milkshake glasses stood. Each one was filled to the brim with a thick, creamy shake.

"Grab your shake and give it a taste!" Saerom said excitedly.

"It should be that darker one there at the end."

You grabbed the shake she pointed to, and gave it a taste. The rich chocolate flavor was sweet and delicious. You hadn't expected ice cream to taste this good.

"Mmmm." You hummed, taking another sip.

"I like it."

"Like it?"

"Love it!"

Saerom laughed, pleased by your reaction.

"That's so good." You said, wiping a bit of it from your lip.

"I've never tasted anything quite like it. That bitter taste. Is that the alcohol?"

She looked confused. "What do you mean? There's no alcohol in this."

"Wait, really?"

"Of course not, silly. I wouldn't do that to you." She was now grinning ear to ear.

"So then, why did she call this the '19+' menu?"

"That's because of our secret ingredient."

Saerom motioned to the curtain.

"Would you like to see?"

Your curiosity piqued, you nodded.

She took hold of the curtain and drew it back, revealing the real reason for the 19+ on the menu. Yuri was knelt down on top of a small wooden platform with a thin mattress atop, her legs spread wide, her hands resting on her thighs. The steel chute that you had seen from the other side of the curtain, now entirely visible, was attached to the platform between Yuri's legs.

"I think you've figured out what's going on here, but why don't you let me show you anyway. Yuri, are you ready?"

"YES MISS SAEROM" Yuri shouted, her voice dripping with excitement.

"Now the girls who work here will often do this part on their own, but for the sake of the demonstration, I'm going to help her."

You watched as Saerom stepped forward and took Yuri's chin in her hand, leaning in and planting a passionate kiss on her soft lips.

"I'm going to make you feel really good." She whispered in her ear, before taking a step back and slapping her ass.

Yuri yelped. "Thank you Miss Saerom."

Saerom then climbed up onto the platform and moved behind Yuri, squatting down. She pulled Yuri's ass up to meet her face, spreading her cheeks and sticking her tongue inside.

"Mmmmm." Yuri moaned, closing her eyes.

Saerom's tongue danced around inside Yuri's asshole. Spreading her spit and getting her ready. After a few moments, she stopped and stood up.

"I can still taste the chocolate cookies ice cream you asked for. Good choice!"

Saerom reached forward and grabbed a spoon and a small white tub off the shelf in front of her, opening it and placing it on the platform next to Yuri's leg.

"We're going with classic vanilla for this one."

She then scooped out a spoonful of the ice cream and smeared it on her finger, pressing it against Yuri's rear, and then pushing her finger inside with the ice cream.

"Hnnng" Yuri groaned.

Saerom continued, working her finger deeper and deeper inside Yuri's asshole until she had the whole thing buried. She then slid it out slowly, letting her anus tighten around it.

"How does that feel?" She asked.

"Mmmmmm" Yuri responded, unable to manufacture any words.

"Yuri is really sensitive. It's how she's able to produce so many drinks over the course of a day."

Saerom scooped another glob of ice cream, pressing it into Yuri's asshole. Once again pushing her finger inside.

She repeated the process a couple more times before deciding that that would be enough. Yuri was starting to tremble now, her body beginning to shake as the effects of the ice cream began to take hold.

"How are you doing, baby girl?"

"I'm doing good, Miss Saerom." Yuri whimpered.

The ice cream had already begun to melt from Yuri's asshole, coating her pussy and running down the back of her thighs before being collected by the chute below her. Saerom dipped her finger in the melted liquid, bringing it to her mouth and giving it a taste.

"Mmm. Just right." She said.

She then turned her attention to Yuri's cunt, rubbing her fingers over her folds.

"And what's going on down here. Is it time yet?"

"Yes... Miss Saerom, I think so."

She gave her lips another pass over before sliding her fingers inside, eliciting a low moan from Yuri. She then removed her fingers and brought them up to her own mouth, savoring another taste of her favorite girl.

"You taste delicious, Yuri. Like a little angel. So sweet and pure."

"Thank you Miss Saerom."

Saerom then turned her attention to you.

"Why don't you come up and get yourself a taste straight from the source?"

She motioned for you to approach. You eagerly climbed up onto the platform and crawled behind Yuri, her beautiful ass and pussy now just inches from your face. Her sweet smell was intoxicating.

"Come on, take a bite." Saerom encouraged.

You reached out, taking hold of Yuri's ass cheeks, squeezing them together and spreading them apart, the melted ice cream having left them looking glossy and inviting. You stuck out your tongue and licked along her crack. You could feel her body twitch slightly at your touch. You followed the trail of vanilla down the curve of her ass, the smooth skin sliding under your tongue. She tasted amazing. You pressed your tongue to her cunt, licking the melted ice cream from her lips before finally sliding your tongue inside. Her pussy was warm and offset the cold of the ice cream. The taste was even better than her asshole.

"That's it. Get nice and deep." Saerom cooed. One of her hands had found its way into the front of her pants, she was visibly getting off to the sight of you tongue fucking her baby girl.

You pushed your tongue deeper into Yuri's pussy, feeling her clench and squirm. You danced your tongue around inside her, her moans growing louder.

"Ahhh. Ahhhh. Ahhhhhhh." Yuri had become a whimpering mess.

Saerom reached her free hand down and rubbed Yuri’s clit. Yuri's hips began to rock and sway as she fucked your face.

"I'm gonna cum, Miss Saerom."

Yuri's breathing was labored, her moans desperate. You felt her pussy clamp down on your tongue. Her legs were shaking, losing their ability to hold her weight. Before you knew it a stream of her nectar was pouring out of her, filling your mouth, splashing all over your cheeks and running down your chin then collecting in the chute between her legs.

"Good job, baby girl. That was wonderful." Saerom praised her. "Look how much we got!"

She ran her hand through Yuri's hair and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"You were a perfect little angel for our guest."

"Thank you Miss Saerom."

Saerom turned to you, seeing the mess Yuri had made on your face, a look of pride washing over her.

"Here, let me help you clean that up."

Saerom pulled you close and licked your face clean. Taking her time to lap up every last drop.

"Mmmm." She moaned. "God it tastes so good."

You could feel her hot breath on your face. She kissed your cheek, while her hand returned to your crotch, massaging your cock through the fabric.

"Alright I've waited long enough. It's my turn now."

She didn't wait for a response, instead she threw you down onto the mattress next to Yuri, who was still recovering from her orgasm.

"Clothes off. Now." She commanded.

You hastily pulled off your shirt, throwing it to the floor. Your pants and underwear following.

"That's it. You're always so good."

"Now get over here on your knees. I want you to look into my eyes the whole time... or so help me..."

She pulled down her skirt and kicked off her panties. Her pussy looked so inviting, juices had already begun leaking down her thighs. You wasted no time, crawling over and stopping before her feet.

"Wait. No touching yet. I've been holding this in all night."

You sat there obediently, your cock painfully hard. Saerom took a step towards you and lowered her folds to your face, an intoxicating scent of lilac and yearning emanating. Grabbing your hair with both hands, she tilted your head back, forcing your mouth open and giving herself full access.

Suddenly a warm stream hit your tongue, catching you by surprise. You made sure to keep your gaze locked with hers just as she directed, disobeying her when she was like this would only spell bad news for you.

Her golden liquid flooded your mouth. You swallowed as fast as you could but the stream was relentless. The pressure causing it to spill out over your chin, down your chest and falling onto your twitching member. You could feel her fluids warming you on the inside and out.

It tasted like heaven, sweet and bitter and everything in between. She looked down at you, satisfied. 

"Drink up, baby." She said between hitched breaths, her grip on your hair tightening.

She finally ran out and lifted herself from your face, leaving your mouth and nose drenched. She licked the sweat from her lips, taking a moment to admire her work.

"Fuck!" She exhaled.

She ran a hand through her hair, pushing it back out of her face.

"Look at the mess we've made. Tsk Tsk. You know I can't have you inside me all filthy like that."

Saerom stepped over and sat next to Yuri, who had managed to sit herself up and had been enjoying the show.

"Yuri, darling, could you do me a favor and clean our friend's cock for me? But do not let him cum."

"Of course Miss Saerom."

She got to work immediately. Her eyes grew wide at the thought of tasting Saerom's juices on you. She wrapped her small, soft hand around the base of your cock and gave it a firm squeeze.

"It's so big! And the smell..." She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. "It's so good!"

She licked her lips, before leaning in and taking the tip of your shaft into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around, coating your head with her saliva. You let out a quiet groan. After the blue balls you'd been getting all night, the mere contact from her mouth was almost enough to push you over the edge already.

Saerom was clearly enjoying the show, a satisfied smile on her face. She leaned in and whispered something in Yuri's ear. Yuri's eyes lit up again. She nodded and went back to her task, wrapping her lips tightly around your shaft.

"Now that's a good girl."

The way she looked down at Yuri with such adoration, such pride, it was enough to make your heart melt. You could tell she cared for her deeply.

Yuri continued, bobbing her head up and down your shaft, her tongue working furiously to clean you. She was making quite a mess with her spit leaking down her chin. She didn't seem to care one bit.

Saerom leaned in and kissed Yuri on the forehead.

"That's enough, my sweet."

Yuri released your cock with a wet pop. Your shaft now absolutely coated in her drool.

Saerom turned her attention to you. "I think you've earned a reward, don't you?"

You nodded, the ache in your loins was getting completely unbearable.

"Go on then. Come and take it."

Saerom lay back and spread her legs, showing off her glistening pink slit. You crawled between her legs, and pressed your tip against her opening.

"That's it. Don't hold back."

That was all you needed to hear. Those words producing a feral response deep inside you. You thrust your hips forward, burying your cock inside her, causing a gasp to escape her lips. You were on top of her, your body moving entirely on instinct. Hands grabbing at her thighs, pulling her close, trying to get deeper. You could feel her nails digging into your back, her teeth on your neck. The sounds of her moans were enough to drive you crazy.

"Ah.. f.." She bit down on your shoulder, her moans muffled, unable to get any words out.

Your thrusts were growing more erratic and less controlled. You were both losing yourselves. The tension inside her was building. She clung to you, her arms wrapped around you tightly and her breath hot on your neck. Her walls were pulsating, clenching around your shaft . You could feel her orgasm approaching.

"Aaaah." She cried out, her eyes rolling back. "I'm going to ..."

"Fucking do it then." You growled. The feeling of her pussy spasming around you. You kept the pace steady and guided Saerom through her orgasm. Her body shaking and trembling beneath you.

"God damn you're beautiful." You whispered. "But I’m not done. Ready to go again?"

She summoned the last remnants of her strength to offer you a delicate nod.

You rolled her over flat on her stomach and pulled her thighs together, placing your knees on either side. You admired the sight of her glistening backside for a moment, the sweat beading down from her ass and her shoulders before coming to a rest in the small of her back. You took a fistful of each of her cheeks to support yourself, before slowly tracing one long line up the length of her back with your tongue. The saltiness of her sweat paired well with the bitterness of her piss that still lingered in your mouth.

"Ah..." She gasped, shivering as a reaction to the surprise sensation.

You pressed the tip of your cock against her asshole, feeling her muscles clench. You plunged forward, the pressure giving way and the head of your shaft slipping inside. She let out a loud gasp as you slid deeper, continuing until your hips met hers.

You began to thrust, her ass was clenching around you. The wet slap of your skin on hers filling the air. She was gripping the mattress with everything she had left, causing her knuckles to turn white. You picked up the pace, feeling her insides stretch around you. You reached under and took hold of her breast, squeezing and pulling at her nipple. She let out a low moan as you continued to pound her.

"Fuck me harder." She panted, her voice strained.

You did as you were told. Thrusting faster and harder, slamming her into the mattress. She was a writhing, whimpering mess beneath you. Her voice growing louder, the sounds escaping her becoming increasingly animalistic. She was reaching her limits.

"Fuck. That's it. Make sure you cum inside me."

Her body was tensing up, the pressure inside her growing. You could feel her muscles contracting around your shaft, gripping you like a vice. You could tell she was going to burst at any second. You picked up the pace. Thrusting even harder. You wanted her to explode.

Saerom's whole body began to shake. You could see the strain on her face. You continued to fuck her. You couldn't stop. She was cumming. Her whole body convulsed, her screams echoing off the walls. You continued to pound her, driving her body into the mattress, not letting up. She was lost in the throes of pleasure. The orgasm had completely consumed her.

Her voice was hoarse. You couldn't tell if she was even making any sounds anymore. She had stopped moving, her eyes rolled back and her body limp. You continued to pound her ass, until your own release finally came. You let out a loud growl and thrust forward one final time, burying yourself as deep inside her as you possibly could. You could feel the warmth of your seed flooding her insides, the excess spilling out onto her aching pussy.

Saerom lay there motionless, but breathing heavily. You could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm still rippling through her body. You gently pulled out, releasing your hold on her and letting her fall back down flat on her stomach.

You collapsed beside her, panting, both of you completely spent. The next thing you knew, Yuri was standing above you, smiling. She handed you each a glass of water, which you happily accepted and chugged it down.

"Thank you Yuri. You've been wonderful."

She simply smiled and bowed.

"Well, I suppose we should clean up and be on our way." Saerom said, having partially come back to her senses. “As much as we’d all like to sit here for a while, it’s getting late.”

"Yes. It's quite late and we have a busy day tomorrow." Yuri chimed in.

"By the way, I promised Yuri that you would take her home tonight. I'll tidy up here, why don't you two get going. I don't want to keep Yuri up any longer than necessary."

"Ahh.. what?"

"Don't worry, you've already made her cum so she shouldn't be any trouble. Plus she can make herself useful. Now shoo. Get dressed and get out of here."

Saerom and Yuri dressed while you did the same. Once everyone was presentable, you took Yuri and headed for the door. As you walked out, Yuri handed you a new shake in a to-go cup.

"This is the one we just made together!"

"I can't wait to taste it." You replied, smiling.

You held her hand and walked her home. You enjoyed the silence, not saying much on the way, but enjoying each other's company.

When you finally arrived back at your place, you unlocked the door and motioned Yuri in, following close behind. You both kicked off your shoes and made your way into the kitchen, where you put the milkshake down on the counter.

"I only have one bed, but it's pretty big. I'm assuming that after tonight you won't mind sharing one anyway. You go on in, 2nd door on the right, I need to find a spot in the freezer for this milkshake."

She introduced herself as Kim Taeyeon, and despite being about half a head shorter than himself, she gave off an extremely mature, knows-what-she’s-doing aura, which stood in stark contrast to her baby-faced appearance. Was Taeyeon in her thirties already or was she still in her early twenties? Seojun secretly hoped for the former as he wasn’t particularly keen on dating someone more than five years younger than him. Not that he ever stood a chance with her—on a scale of 1 to 10, she was probably an 11 in sexiness, cuteness, and general attractiveness. Seojun figured if he spent a lot of money and tried really hard, he was maybe a 7.

“So, Seojun, what’s your goal with working out?”

Her silvery voice was another thing: it was smooth, like warm butter, the words just seeming to flow out of her mouth like water from a steady creek. It was disarming, dangerously so; Seojun felt like he could listen to it all day. He then wondered what it sounded like moaning his name, shortly after catching himself with the salacious thought—what was with him today? He wasn’t normally like this. Was he that desperate?

“Um, I—” he stopped short, his heart skipping a beat at the delightful sight of Taeyeon giggling for a brief moment.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, please continue.”

Seojun hesitated, briefly wondering if she was laughing at him. “—I just thought that with the new year, that I should actually dedicate myself to working out and get a nice physique.”

“That’s admirable—sorry about earlier, I wasn’t laughing at you, I just suddenly thought of something funny.”

Seojun was perhaps a bit too relieved upon hearing that. “Oh, no worries! I didn’t take it that way.”

“The first thing we should do is create a workout plan accordingly. If you want to bulk up, you need to commit to changing your entire lifestyle. Are you prepared for that?”

He nodded. “Protein shakes, eating meals of only grilled chicken, rice, and steamed broccoli, right? Stuff like that?”

She nodded. “Right, something like that…” It may have just been Seojun, but he swore that a gleam appeared in Taeyeon’s eyes when she trailed off. He felt himself naturally shuddering; as sexy as the expression was, the sensation that passed through him wasn’t of arousal, but more akin to a primal fear. Like Taeyeon was a lion and he, a wounded antelope. “…but that’s all really hard work. There’s another way to achieve that goal, but you’ll have to just trust me.”

Honestly, Seojun was having a hard time focusing solely on his personal trainer’s words: the way she was holding her arms at stomach level meant that they inadvertently pushed her ample chest together and outwards, letting Seojun know that they were bigger than what the outfit initially conveyed. He felt bad for being so distracted by it and was thankfully able to catch most of what Taeyeon said, but the added factor of being completely alone in the building only added to the growing sense of anxiety and resulting self-consciousness he was feeling. When it came time for him to answer, Seojun had to actively wipe his mind from such thoughts, fearing they might leak into his response. “Oh, yeah, I would love to!”

He caught Taeyeon giggling again, a bewildered smile unknowingly forming on his face. “Great! Before we get started, I need to test you to see if you’re eligible. Would you come follow me home?”

Seojun found himself choking on thin air. “Wh—What?”

In the few minutes they spent, Seojun’s mind had already gone wild with fantasies. But not even in the wildest ones would he have dared considering Taeyeon taking him home.

“No? I knew it, it’s too strange to ask a client I just met to follow me home…” the adorable pout adorning her lips and the crestfallen expression on her eyes twisted at Seojun’s heartstrings.

“No! It’s not—” Seojun, with all his might, tried not to get his hopes up. If anything, she just proved herself to have pure intentions. “—it’s not that—well, I mean, it is a little weird, but I still trust you.” Even as disarmingly sexy Taeyeon was, Seojun had his inhibitions. What if she was secretly insane? What if she was just leading him to his doom? Seeing Taeyeon’s elated expression vaporized every last one of thoughts, leaving but one thin strand of doubt and self-preservation lingering. “But, um, what are we going to be doing?”

“Oh, don’t worry! I’m not like a psychopath or a serial killer or anything, it’s just I can’t conduct the test here with what we have.” There was something about her chipper, excited attitude that annihilated that last strand of hesitation. “Oh, and don’t worry about the test, it won’t hurt. In fact, I think you’ll like it quite a bit.”

There it was again. That mysterious, mischievous, sexy gleam in her eyes: a predator eyeing its prey. But as soon as it appeared, so quickly did it disappear, leaving Seojun to wonder if he was just seeing things.

“That sounds great. Are we going right now…?”

She nodded, walking past Seojun, grabbing his hand along the way. His heart skipped another few beats at the feeling of her pillowy, warm hand sliding into his own, her delicate fingers locking around his hand. “Depending on the results of the test, I’ll decide on your training regimen. Did you drive here?”

The question went right over Seojun’s head, too preoccupied with staring at the impossibly smooth hand gripping his. Shortly after, he noticed another more delectable piece of eye candy in the corner of his eyes. His attention summarily shifted towards it: Taeyeon’s softly swaying hips, her shapely butt, molded nicely by the black yoga pants she was wearing, amping up his heartbeat so much he could hear the frantic pumping of the organ in his ears.

Taeyeon’s delightful giggle again reached his ears, Seojun’s concentration breaking, his face turning a deep shade of pink when he looked up to see Taeyeon stopped, head turned around and looking directly at him. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be rude, I—”

“It’s quite alright.” At this point, Seojun had to be sure it wasn’t just him. That same gleam shone again in her eyes, this time mixed with a bit of a playful sparkle. “Did you like what you see?”

Again, Seojun was left bewildered. Wasn’t Taeyeon about to scream at him for objectifying her? Unless she was attracted to—no, there was no way that was the case.

“Y-Yes,” he admitted, his gaze locked fiercely to the carpeted floor of the empty gym, the tips of his ears undergoing the inferno of his embarrassment and shame. “You have a very nice body.” There was an immense desire to lift his head just a little bit to catch another glimpse of what lay in front of him as they continued walking; it felt as though someone placed a super magnet on his chin and another on the ceiling, but he fought it with every ounce of willpower he had.

This wasn’t like him. Sure, he was a virgin and never had a girlfriend, sure he masturbated regularly to the idols he looked up to, but he was never so disrespectful to a woman when she was right in front of him. What was wrong with him?

“Thank you!” Seojun, again, found himself surprised; Taeyeon’s response of gratitude was so sincere, he almost believed that Taeyeon wasn’t the least bit angry or disgusted or fed up with his behavior. “As I said, did you drive here?”

“No, my apartment is within walking distance.”

Taeyeon nodded in satisfaction, continuing to walk, her hand still firmly linked to his. Seojun let himself get pulled along, his eyes fiercely trained onto the ground, not daring move his eyes up even one millimeter. “We’re taking my car. It’s a bit of a long drive, so I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, I didn’t have any other plans for today.”

“How about tomorrow?”

As often as Taeyeon was catching Seojun off guard, one would’ve thought that there was a point at which he would stop getting surprised. Her follow up question was not that point. “Hm? Tomorrow?” It was only then that Seojun raised his head, making sure to lock his eyes on the silky hair on the back of her head. Wow, it looked so soft, like … no. He wasn’t about to let himself slip down another rabbit hole of fetishization of a woman he met not minutes ago.

“Hmm, never mind~” she sang, pulling the door open, a blast of cold air greeting them. “Let’s just do one thing at a time.”

“Ok.”

Hearing his stiff reply, Taeyeon let out a deeper, fuller laugh—jarring to be sure, but equally adorable and endearing. “Why do you sound so professional?” She turned around, Seojun quickly diverting his gaze. She cupped the hand attached to her with her other hand, rubbing it gently. “Did me catching you staring at my butt embarrass you?” To this, Seojun only gave Taeyeon a curt nod, sending her into another explosion of giggles. “There’s no need to be shy about that! There’s nothing wrong with appreciating a fine ass, even I do that from time to time. Come on, my car’s nearby.”

Hearing her hearty reassurance and her genuine smile was all Seojun needed to open back up; although he still struggled with looking at her while in the car, they made light talk in the hour-long drive to Taeyeon’s residence. In that time, Seojun learned that Taeyeon had already experimented with many different jobs (which reassured him that she wasn’t the early-twenty-something he feared her to be) before settling on this one as a personal trainer, and how she liked the job because it gave her the opportunity to work with people from all walks of life. The idea of Taeyeon working with other men unsettled him, which he knew was bizarre since he had no right to be protective over a woman he didn’t even know last week.

Seojun then shared about his job at an IT products company, how the work was rather mundane but interesting in its own little ways. Upon further prompting, he told her about his education, how he majored in engineering, how he had trouble finding a job at first and how he had to live at his parent’s house because of it, and how relieved he was after finally being able to move out and how going to the gym was the first step of his plan to truly grow into adulthood.

Although her attention stayed on the driving, Seojun could tell Taeyeon was listening attentively by the way she occasionally nodded while he talked and how her gaze landed on him whenever they pulled up to a red light. It was nice, so nice that Seojun had to repeatedly remind himself to not get his hopes up, that Taeyeon was just a really kind woman and that these things didn’t mean she was into him. But it was so difficult, every time their eyes accidentally met and she would shoot him a dazzling smile and his heart would just leap out of his chest, he felt his grip on reality slipping further and further away.

Thankfully, they arrived at her residence before that happened, and when they did, Seojun’s jaw dropped. While it was no mansion, it was certainly bigger than most houses he’s seen before, not to mention how large and fenced off area was: the nearest neighbor had to be at least 500 meters away on each side. “Here we are, home sweet home,” she announced, pulling into the garage. Was she rich? It certainly seemed so. Seojun was just happy Taeyeon didn’t seem to mind his blatant sexual harassment from earlier, lest he spend a few years in jail with the power and influence she could probably wield.

Seojun followed the tiny beauty inside, unable to help but notice a distinct lack of furniture. While the dining room had a table and chairs, the kitchen equipped with stools, there seemed to be not much else: it gave off the vibe of being not very much lived in. Another thing Seojun found a little strange was how completely unaffected the frail-looking woman seemed to be by the cold weather despite wearing clothes that exposed her entire midriff, both shoulders Taeyeon stopped at what appeared to be her living room. “Here we are.”

“Um, should I wait here while you get your things?”

“Hmm?” Taeyeon’s eyes bore into him, so much so that a shudder inadvertently traveled down his spine. “Things?”

“I-I mean, your, um, your, uh, testing … stuff.”

Kang Seojun didn’t know why he suddenly unable to speak, nor did he know why he suddenly felt so uncomfortable and hot. To his chagrin, he could feel his erection spring up with life, to which he uncomfortably shifted under the ardent gaze of the older woman, embarrassment flaring back up.

“Hmm, but I have everything I need,” her voice lowered as she closed in on him, Seojun unable to even stumble backwards, his entire body inexplicably frozen. She raised herself on her toes, placing her head right next to his ear, whispering the final two words, “right here.”

This time, a powerful shiver jolted throughout his body like an electric shock, Seojun letting out a barely audible gasp. Taeyeon’s hands made contact with his arms, a jolt of electricity shooting out from the point of contact, a moan escaping the red-faced man’s lips as she transitioned slowly from rubbing his arm to his shoulders back down to his chest where her supple breasts lightly pressed against him.

“T-T-Tae-Taeyeon, what—what are y-you doi-doing?”

“I’m testing you,” she replied in a soft, sultry voice, her eyes never once leaving Seojun’s downcast ones. “You said you thought I had a nice body, didn’t you?”

At this point, Seojun felt like he barely had the ability to speak, hindered by his arousal and excitement and anticipation, but equally so his anxiety and confusion and embarrassment. There’s no way someone like Taeyeon, someone who undoubtedly could take pick of the litter amongst men she wanted to have sex with, would choose an average person, a virgin, like him. So why him? Was she teasing him?

“Well?”

“Y-Yes…”

“Tell me, Seojun…” her deep, sultry voice almost seemed to echo inside his head. At the moment, he felt no different than what he imagined an injured antelope would feel trying to hobble away from a ravenous lion. “…do you want to feel it?”

Kang Seojun was awkward around women, he would say, but even he had caught onto the signs of what was happening. Even still, hearing the words coming directly out of Taeyeon’s mouth was a completely different matter. It was only then that Seojun locked eyes with Taeyeon, something that proved to be a fatal mistake.

All it took was the one glance, and he felt completely and utterly hypnotized. The rapid pounding in his ear of his heartbeat, the warm feeling of her hands along his chest, her sizable breasts brushing against his upper body, every sensation he was feeling felt like they had been simultaneously amped up to 11 and dulled down at the same time.

“Y-Yes.”

Taeyeon smiled even wider at his response. “What a good boy you are…” she cooed, planting a kiss on his cheek. Seojun flinched, the cheek burning at the point her lips met it, as if someone had poured lava on his face. He didn’t even register that Taeyeon had taken a few steps back until he caught some movement in the corner of his eyes.

Black wings sprouted from her back, unfolding with the sound of a soft flutter, like a bedsheet being unfurled from the dryer, and stretching many arm lengths out on each side. Horns simultaneously sprouted from her head, a thin tail springing out from behind and wound around her legs like a snake. “Mmm,” she groaned, the wings spreading out, following the motion of her outstretched arms, her tail likewise straightening out. When she pulled her arms back in, the wings and tail followed suit. “That’s better.”

In that confusing swirl of emotions he was feeling, fear suddenly joined them. “Wha—Wha—you—your—wings, tail—…are you a demon?”

Taeyeon laughed heartily at Seojun’s completely dumbfounded expression and response. “Mmhm.” Seojun thought he was going to regret making such an accusation and almost tried to take back the words as soon as they left his mouth. What he was not expecting was for Taeyeon to confirm it so quickly. But, despite what he was seeing, despite what was right in front of his eyes, he still couldn’t believe it. “More accurately, a succubus.”

Kang Seojun’s mind spun until he was left light-headed. A succubus? That certainly explained a few things, except for the small detail that they didn’t exist. Succubae were just myths, folklore legends created by lustful men who tried explaining away their infidelity to their wives, or something like that. But they didn’t actually have basis in reality. Right? … But how else was he to explain the body-length, midnight-black wings anchored to Taeyeon’s back, the dark brown horns growing out of her head, and the tail swishing about her feet?

“Come here.”

The way Taeyeon purred the words out struck him; they resonated inside his mind, not so much a suggestion but an order he felt extremely compelled to obey. Seojun felt his feet drag across the floor, his eyes locked onto the winged, tailed, horned woman—demon—before him. He stopped when he felt Taeyeon’s hands reach down to grab his, the tail whipping around and resting on the backside of his legs.

“You smell so sinfully delicious, it was a real stroke of luck that I managed to find you,” Taeyeon cooed while leaning into him, her surprisingly strong tail pulling him forward. The bewildered young man stumbled forward into the seductress’s arms.

Feeling Taeyeon’s breasts more firmly against his body and her hands wrap around his torso went by almost unnoticed by the now properly and utterly terrified man. “Delicious? Wait, you-you’re going to eat me?”

Seeing his wide-eyed reaction, Taeyeon couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “No, silly. I’m a succubus. When I refer to something smelling ‘delicious’, I mean your semen.”

Hearing the word coming from her was one thing, hearing the provocative way she said was another, but realizing the, in retrospect, obvious implications of it positively blew away any semblance of fear he held, his arousal coming back in full force.

He groaned under his breath, the raw amount of lust he was experiencing overwhelming him all at once. “My-my what?”

“Oh, don’t play innocent with me, boy.” Her tone took upon a more playful attitude, a playful smile teasing at her lips. “You’ve been imaging what it’d be like to fuck me since you first laid your eyes on me.” Seojun was speechless, only feeling his ears burn a shade brighter. “I admit that was me trying to prime you, although I was impressed with your ability to quell your thoughts even after I grabbed your hand. Most men wouldn’t be able to resist at that point to the degree you did, you know. Especially not virgins like you.” Usually, Seojun might’ve taken that word as an insult, but there was a certain way Taeyeon said the word, the way she seemed to treat the word with respect and even seemed to revere it somewhat, that made him think otherwise. “I really tried my best—well, almost tried my best, but the most I could get out of you was a couple of stares. That’s impressive; I haven’t seen anyone with as powerful a resistance to me in five centuries, maybe six.”

Seojun didn’t know what it was with Taeyeon’s words, but the confident way she spoke them while holding about her a dignified maturity, Seojun found himself immediately believing them: that she really induced those out-of-character lustful thoughts (which, honestly, Seojun was all too willing to believe; he was willing to take any explanation if it meant that he indeed was not that desperate), that his resistance really was impressive, and that she was at least a few couple of hundred, if not a couple millennia, years old. That certainly explained the mature sophistication she seemed to exude and the supremely confident body posture she always had, even when standing a half head shorter than him.

“I think you should be rewarded for your hard work, shouldn’t you?” Taeyeon’s suggestive purring was too much; Seojun could barely contain himself. He was so aroused, he didn’t know what to do with himself: his knees were shaking, his heart palpitating, his penis painfully erect, the muscles on him limbs tensed, it was like he wasn’t even in control of his own body anymore. However, somehow, he wasn’t jumping her, and found that it wasn’t his own willpower that was holding him back but Taeyeon herself. Taeyeon, who looked to weigh 15 to 20 kilograms less than himself minus the wings and horn, was holding him in place so tightly he couldn’t move a muscle. “Would you like that? For me to reward you?”

It was this that allowed him to understand that Taeyeon was in complete control, and while Seojun might’ve ordinarily been inappreciative of his first sexual encounter with a woman controlling him so thoroughly, the fact that it was Taeyeon meant the thought barely phased him. “Please.”

A wicked grin befell Taeyeon’s face, this time that predatory gleam shining proudly and clearly in her eyes. The lion had finally sunk its powerful teeth into its prey. “Good answer.” Her tail tugged down his pants and boxers in one motion with the strength of two hands, Seojun’s boner springing free, proudly prodding her cottony frame-hugging pants. He didn’t even think about this until just then, but his insecurity about his size popped up along with his erection.

“Sorry, it’s small…”

“Mmm mm,” Taeyeon replied, patting his cheeks reassuringly, “Size doesn’t matter to a succubus. We adjust to our partner’s size. That way, we can enjoy the dick of any man without qualms.”

Maybe it was the simple fact that Taeyeon was reassuring her, or maybe it was the firm way she did so, but Seojun felt the burden of not being able to please her dissipate. “O-Oh, that’s good.”

He suddenly felt a rush of wind and, in the next blink of an eye, Seojun found himself sitting down on the couch that was previously behind Taeyeon, the succubus kneeling between his legs, her hands firmly placed on his thighs, her face situated a good meter or two away from his manhood. Her wings floated behind her in a more tucked position; definitely less intimidating, and now that he was starting to get used to it, a strangely arousing sight. “Mmm, fuck,” the lyrical moan sent another anticipatory wave of arousal into Seojun’s body, “You smell so good, I can’t wait to feel your hot semen down my throat. You better be prepared, Seojun, because I’m going to wring your balls dry.”

His dick strained even harder against his body in reaction to the filthy words leaving Taeyeon’s shimmering, luscious lips. “Shit,” Seojun muttered, his fists clenching tightly at his sides, seeing her eyes clouded in lust trained fiercely onto his veiny cock. He wanted to do nothing more than to take Taeyeon’s head and shove his dick inside her mouth, but with the strength and speed Taeyeon just demonstrated to him, he wasn’t about to take any chances with her.

“Be a good boy and cum lots for me, ok?”

“Wait!” It was while Taeyeon’s hands were closing in onto the hardened organ between his legs that a thought suddenly occurred to him. She stopped, big eyes peering up at him, her tail swishing around in excitement also freezing in place. “I-I’m not forfeiting my soul for this or anything, am I?”

Taeyeon giggled again, tickled by the overactive imagination of her prey. “No, nothing like that; souls are the territory of other demons. All you’ll lose is some semen, which you’ll have replenished by tomorrow night anyway.”

Seojun nodded, Taeyeon taking that as a go-ahead to continue. Her palm was the first thing to make contact with his engorged member, to which Seojun let out a loud moan, his brows furrowing at the sight of her small hand rubbing the length of his shaft, its delicate fingers gingerly making their way around its circumference. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, his legs tensing and his toes curling as another wicked grin appearing on Taeyeon’s face as both hands firmly grasped his cock and gave it a few pumps. “Fuck,” he moaned, unabashed in the ecstatic pleasure shooting up his spine. All the lonely nights spent by himself paled like the light from a firefly to the blazing afternoon sun in the face of the beautiful seductress kneeling before him, her expert hands inducing an amount of pleasure he didn’t realize was possible.

Taeyeon leaned her head over, her wings casting a shadow on his legs, hovering her mouth just centimeters above the swollen tip of his dick, gathering saliva inside her mouth and dribbling it onto the sensitive sex organ. “Ah, shit,” the moan inadvertently escaped Seojun’s lips, the warm liquid slathering onto his cock sending an electric shock into his entire body. A shudder rolled through up his torso and down his arms and legs, his dick twitching in kind at the sudden contact. Taeyeon smiled in satisfaction at his reaction, using her hands to coat his manhood with the viscous, translucent bodily fluid. Seojun moaned again, throwing his head back in pleasure, his fists tightly clenched at his sides, the ecstasy coalescing into the precum that dribbled out of his dick.

Upon seeing this, Taeyeon’s eyes shone with glee. “Oh, how kind of you; an appetizer, just for me?”

Seojun whipped his gaze back down just in time to see Taeyeon’s head dive down, rubbing her hot tongue across the tip, collecting every last drop of pre-ejaculate onto the pink muscle before planting upon it a quick kiss. Seojun hissed, his body jumping at the sensation, his breaths turning into pants. Taeyeon’s hands never once stopped pumping, gliding along the slick length of Seojun’s cock thanks to the lubrication provided by her mouth, her throat flexing as the first bit of her meal traveled down her throat. Taeyeon’s eyes widened, freezing momentarily, her entire body experiencing a rolling shiver of ecstasy. “Fuck, that’s so much better than I imagined,” she groaned, her voice full of lust and impatience. Her eyes crossed, an even more fierce look of lust clouding her facial expression, her hands resuming its prior task with even more ferocity than before. Seojun let out a surprised yelp, another jolt of electricity caused by another wave of ecstatic pleasure causing his entire body to jump. Tilting her head down again, she reapplied the warm lubricant, Seojun jumping again at the feeling of the warm, viscous liquid coating his cock.

“Mmm, you’re so close, I can feel it,” she cooed, her face drawing closer to the erect member trapped inside her warm hands, gliding along its length with ease. “You want to stuff your veiny cock into my mouth and shoot your seed down my throat, don’t you? Wouldn’t you like to do nothing more than to fill my mouth with your hot cum? I offered you a reward previously, but don’t you want to collect it already?”

“Yes, please…” Seojun half grunted, half moaned, his willpower teetering on the edge of abandoning all notion of ‘rationality’ and ‘self-preservation’ to grab the succubus’s head and force it all the way down his pulsating erection.

“Why don’t you do whatever you want with me then~” the smiling seductress sang, the soft, seductive sound seeming to sway about ceaselessly inside his skull.

Taking the suggestion—or directive, Seojun couldn’t tell at this point—as an indication that he could take the reins, both hands shot out and grabbed fistfuls of her silky, silver hair and pushed her face downwards, directly onto his awaiting penis. “Mmph, fuck—” the initial entrance of his penis into the wet warmth of her tight mouth sent a series of ecstatic shudders of pleasure all throughout his body, his fingers tightening around the silky locks of hair, but soon was amplified at the feeling of her skillful tongue wrapping around his length, that warmth from feeling her saliva dribbled onto his cock now spread across the entire surface area of his penis. Her head obediently bobbed up and down with the rhythm of his thrusts, her wings moving in conjunction with their lust-charged movements. “—fuck, god, you’re so good—” he could feel the familiar sensation of a building orgasm on the horizon, the sensation only pushing him to thrust harder and faster into the lustful demon’s mouth, abandoning all pretense of embarrassment for orgasming so quickly. “Taeyeon, shit, I’m close, I’m so—uugh!”

Letting out something between a yell and a moan, Seojun’s hips pushed his cock as far back into the waiting mouth of the satisfied succubus, ropes of his thick semen depositing directly into the back of her mouth and down her esophagus. Taeyeon’s lips were tightly sealed around the perimeter of his cock, her throat flexing impressively as she gulped down every stream of his seed in stride, making sure not to waste a single drop of the immaculate sustenance. Only after the last of his ejaculate emptied into her mouth did she let go of her vice grip of his dick.

Her breath deepened, her wings flaring out, her entire body burning with life, as if someone had just splashed her with a bucket full of ice-cold water as she was about to doze off, her entire being consumed with an even greater lust and desire. Seojun’s grip on the back of her head loosened, his body slumping against the couch listlessly, grimacing as Taeyeon came up for air and licked the entire surface area of his cock one more time for good measure. “Mmm, I haven’t had such a good feast from a human in so long.”

“I’m glad—w-wait, Taeyeon?”

Seojun’s eyes widened as he watched her snake her way up his body, straddling his waist with her luscious thighs, her hands sneaking under his shirt and, with a firm tug, ripped it clean off his upper body. “I want more,” she whispered. It was only when Seojun felt Taeyeon rub her wetness onto his leg that he realized Taeyeon had already taken off her pants, her tail looping behind her and pulling the last bit of clothing left off her body.

“Oh god…” the words spilled out of his mouth, arousal returning with force upon seeing her perky tits spill out of the restrictive material. The combination of that and feeling her hot, sticky juices rubbing dangerously close to his groin caused his erection to flare back to full tilt. Now that they were naked in front of him, adorned at the peaks with pink, hardened nipples, he found himself unable to tear his eyes away. Of course, he had seen boobs in pictures and videos before, but seeing them in person, and that they were Taeyeon’s, was a completely other story.

“You like them?” She teased, shaking her upper body playfully, the bountiful mounds jiggling deliciously in response. Seojun simply nodded, to which Taeyeon replied, “You can have them after giving me a second helping.”

Without warning, Taeyeon lifted her hips and plunged her vagina down onto Seojun’s cock.

“FUCK!”

Seojun’s back arched all the way, his head involuntarily thrown back, the loud sound pushed out of his throat as the surge of pleasure overtook his body.

“Congrats on losing your virginity,” Taeyeon whispered to him, cupping his face gently before pulling him into a fierce kiss.

Seojun felt paralyzed by ecstasy, her soft and warm lips smothering him and massaging his own, the tight, hot walls of Taeyeon’s pussy slathering his already slick cock with other bodily fluids, her vaginal lips depositing her fluids onto his crotch with every hot connection of their groins, drenched with the honey of the domineering woman. Taeyeon’s movements were ferocious, her naked tits pressed firmly into the young man’s bare chest, her lips and tongue overpowering his in an instant, her hips propelling her tiny frame up and down the ex-virgin’s dick. Seojun’s hands naturally found themselves cupping her round, shapely ass, an action that only spurred the succubus on more. Taeyeon’s tail crawled up his right arm, softly guiding the fingers of his right hand towards her puckered, unoccupied hole.

Taeyeon broke the kiss, Seojun barely able to see amidst the sea of pleasure and lust he was drowning in. “Are you ready?”

“For—for what?” The split second after he spoke, he felt the two fingers nearing her other entrance melding together, elongating into what he somehow knew was another penis. “What the fuck?”

“What are you waiting for, my ass isn’t going to fuck itself,” Taeyeon quipped, grinning at the adorable, perplexed reaction of the young man below her.

His arousal soon drowned out his sense of reasoning, and the suggestion was all he needed to completely disregard the anomaly of a second penis inexplicably growing from his two fingers. Instead, he quickly found the unattended hole and plunged it inside.

“Shit, shit shit, fuck, oh my god—” Seojun let out a barrage of swears, the added feeling of Taeyeon’s tight asshole joining the already overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation of her pussy clamping on his cock. Taeyeon’s back arched, pushing her voluptuous breasts further against him.

“Mmm, fuck…” Taeyeon’s melodic moans soon joined the chorus of Seojun’s own moans, adding onto the layer of arousal that was starting to overwhelm his body fatigued by the first orgasm. “…do you want the third one to be a pussy or an asshole?”

Before Seojun could ask, the fingers on his left hand similarly started to meld together, elongating into another firmly erect penis. “Uh, um, I-I don’t know…” He could barely process the question, much less dedicate the brainpower needed to make a decision.

“Hmm, another pussy it is.” Again, her tail guided the newly formed cock into the space just above her asshole, soon meeting another pair of flopping wet pussy lips, eagerly awaiting its guest. Without hesitation, Seojun pushed the third member into her third orifice, the resulting explosion of pleasure causing him to blackout for a brief moment.

“Mmm, you like that? Feeling two pussies and an asshole fucking your cock at the same time? Feeling my hot, tight walls on your dick?” Taeyeon’s hot breath heated up his ear, Seojun rendered completely unable to speak from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure assaulting every fiber of his being. “Your cock is hitting my cervix with each stroke, god, fuck, I feel so fucking full with three of your cocks fucking me so hard. Yeah, hmmph, fuck all of my holes harder Seojun, pump your dick deep inside me and fill all three of my slutty holes with your thick cum.”

While Seojun could feel his arms start to give way, he pushed through. The looming feeling of a following orgasm drove his body wild with adrenaline, his arms burning with the strain of pumping so furiously into the wanton woman. His chest heaved with the huge gulps of air his body demanded, Taeyeon’s erect nipples poking firmly at his skin at the apex of each breath. As he neared his orgasm, he could feel both his own and Taeyeon’s movements grow more erratic. The previously cold room now felt blazing hot, the only sound to be heard being the wet sound of skin slapping against skin, the chorus of their combined moans of lust, and the ruffling sound of Taeyeon’s wings moving in conjunction with the movement of the succubus bouncing ferociously on Seojun’s cock. He could only muster a grunt in warning before he exploded all at once, all three holes sucking up the delectable meal at once.

“Uunggh, fuck,” Taeyeon exploded simultaneously, the ecstasy overwhelming her superhuman senses, her hands vacating the back of Seojun’s head and onto the cushiony backrests of the couch she crushed inside her grip, a tsunami of juices flooding out to match the streams of semen flowing into the satisfied succubus. “God, oh my god, fuck, it’s too much…” she panted, even after Seojun’s orgasm subsided, her entire body burning hot with the acquisition of such fine sustenance.

Seojun, on the other hand, was completely and utterly drained—he lost all ability to move, his untransformed arms dropping to his sides and his head onto the backrest of the couch. It was almost scary, how little strength he had left: it felt like he was half-dead, barely having the strength to open his eyes. He never felt this drained after masturbating, what was going on?

“Ah, fuck, Seojun…” Taeyeon remained panting atop the corpse of a man that remained below her, still trying to take in the influx of ecstasy from the consumption of three simultaneous loads of Seojun’s cum. “…ah, god, I’m going to cum again, holy fuuuck!” The panting moan transformed into an ecstatic scream, another tidal wave of lust and pleasure washing over the demon lost in her own desire. Her body vibrated violently against the lifeless man, sending his cock awash with a second tsunami of her nectar.

When her orgasm finally subsided a minute later, Taeyeon collapsed onto the taller man, her head resting on his shoulder. “Oh my god, I haven’t orgasmed so easily in so many centuries, but never before in my millennia of living have I orgasmed twice from one feeding. You should be proud, Seojun.”

When he didn’t respond, Taeyeon lifted her head to see the lifeless, pale expression in his face. “Oh my god! I—I’m so sorry, I forgot you were—oh my god—…”

When Seojun next regained consciousness, he found himself laying on a soft bed, wrapped up in a warm, thick blanket. His consciousness immediately started to drift off again when he realized that something felt wrong: his bed wasn’t this soft.

His eyes opened and he jolted awake, his eyes scanning his environment to find a naked Taeyeon laying beside him, watching him with a bemused expression. “Good morning, Seojun,” her honey warm voice eased the panic in his voice. It wasn’t long before he found his eyes drifting onto her perky tits and the firm, pink nubs sitting atop their peaks, feeling his erection starting to grow once again. Noticing this, Taeyeon giggled, sitting up along with the equally naked man. “You really like my tits, don’t you?”

He blinked, turning his head away, his face red. “Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t apologize, you can look at them all you want,” she insisted, her soft hand reaching out and gently caressing his cheek. Seeing Seojun’s eyes close with content like a puppy cuddling up to its owner brought a smile to Taeyeon’s face. “I’ve decided. Why don’t you become my pet?”

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You were over exaggerating at this point but it was warranted. You swore the heat index was well over one hundred at this point. You were sweating and you felt the dehydration get to you. Your only saving grace was the landlord and the remaining bits of water you had left.

The old store lady was kind enough to give you a bottle as you waited for your landlord. She asked you to get more if you needed it but you didn’t want to be rude. She was running a business and you didn’t have the money on hand to pay her.

You take the last remaining sips of your water, savoring every drop of it. You wish your landlord would come back soon from wherever the hell they were at. As the last drops of the water flows down your throat, you turn to see her.

You saw Kwon Eunbi, the resident hottie. She walked down the street in her magnificent outfit. Her outfit, showing how hot she was. It wasn’t the temperature that she was radiating but the aura and beauty she had. Hell, the sex appeal even.

Each step she took, made her lush thighs jiggle and her boobs bounce. She knew she was hot, and took it with pride.

Unlike you, a dripping and sweating mess. She was dry as can be, as if the heat wasn’t getting to her at all. She probably just didn’t sweat much, but her outfit was quite ‘revealing’ and that probably helped out as well. 

A Short-jean skirt that showed off her lush thighs and pristine legs. A green crop-top that hugged her breasts so eloquently, showing them off. Hell, even her sunglasses protected her from the ragging-blinding sun.

Eunbi walks past you, as her heels click against the concrete. You take a whiff of the perfume she had on and bathe in it. You ogle at her, as any man would. You stare at her from head to toe, ogling at the perfect parts of her. Her ass sways from side to side, as she turns to go into the old lady’s market that sat below your apartment and Eunbi’s.

“Auntie!” Eunbi lifts up her glasses..

“Auntie!” Eunbi knocks on the door again.

You constantly stare at her before she turns to you. The two of you lock eyes, causing you to get flustered. You start to panic, as you get hotter than you already felt. Just as you're about to turn away, the old lady opens her sliding door.

“Eunbi-ah!” The old lady ushered Eunbi in.

You see the last sights of Eunbi’s body, as the door slides shut. You do as any man would do once a ‘shows’ over, you look away. Just as you do, you catch two older men doing the same as you.

Sitting underneath a small umbrella, at a table. They both give you a grin and an nod before carrying on with whatever card game they were playing.

Again, you don’t blame them for looking, you did as well. Eunbi was the resident hottie in the old apartment you lived in. Truth be told… You’ve heard many stories about her throughout the past year or so living there. Each story ranging from reality to fiction. Each one more sexual than the next.

Aside from the fictitious stories about her being a witch or fairy of some kind, luring men in and then sapping them of their life. You were more intrigued with the stories closer to reality. It probably didn’t help that you lived right next to her as well.

From the stories you’ve heard. You’ve heard she was a sexual deviant. Someone who just loved sex and was willing to give it away for free. You still remember the loud moans you heard come from her room once. The loud moans she let out when she was getting fucked. You remember jerking off to the sexual moans of Eunbi and whoever was fucking her.

You’ve then heard stories of her taking two guys, if not three guys at a time. Making sure they were well pleasured. Hell, you still remember hearing a group of three guys talk about having their way with Eunbi. The three of them getting their dicks sucked off by her, her duel wielding two cocks, as she sucked off the third one. The details ranged from her getting spit-roasted, to her getting double penetrated, with the last guy shoving his cock into her mouth to get off.

Despite them just being what you’ve heard. There was a bit of jealousy in you not getting to be with her once.

You then remember an ajusshi, stating Eunbi was a widow and a single mother. You still remember seeing Eunbi having a kid with her. Helping them up the stairs before they ran to her door. Her giving you a smile and a nod. The kid calling her “Mommy”.

Despite that story though, you only saw the kid a few times. It was only once in a blue moon that the kid would appear out nowhere. Surely Eunbi wasn’t keeping the kid locked up in the room right?

Besides that slight of information, you remember the ajusshi then going on how she was a gold digger. Something that deviated hugely from the information he shared. The older man, who was well in his fifties to sixties, smiled widely stating how ‘it was worth every penny.’

His friend, pestering him for more information. The man finally gave up the info, stating how she was in financial trouble. How she willingly came on to him and begged him for money. Willingly to suck his cock on the spot. The old man went on to blabber about how he made a deal with Eunbi. A deal to spend the night with her and fuck her brains out for a lump sum of money. A deal that was struck, with him blowing away his money and cumming inside of her repeatedly.

You still remember the friend, asking how to get some from Eunbi. The ajusshi just laughed and said how his friend probably couldn’t but that they should try sometime, together.

The stories you’ve heard about Eunbi pour into your head. You shut your eyes and lift your face up into the sun. Its rays practically cooked your face, but it was needed to clear your mind.

All of those stories were just gossip.

You never really knew if Eunbi did all those things or if what people said were true. Word of mouth can be a horrible source to trust.

You drop your head down, as the heat gets to you. You hear the two older men by the store leave. You start to regret having downed the last remaining bits of your water. As regret sets in, you feel a cooling sensation touch the side of your face. It causes you to flinch away and look up.

The figure blocks the bright sun as your eyes start to make out the figure. Your eyes widen, as you see Eunbi.

“Here.” You feel another light tap on your cheeks.

The cooling sensation brings your view away from Eunbi and to the object. You spot the bottle of Sprite and the condensation forming outside the bottle. You take it in hand without thinking.

“Thanks.” It isn’t until you’ve thanked the beautiful woman and have the bottle of soda in hand that you should have declined it in the first place.

With a hissing sound, your gaze is thrown upon Eunbi again.

You watch as she downs a couple gulps of the refreshing soda. A resounding ‘ah’ is heard from her, as she stares at the soda lovingly.

“Did you need help opening yours?” You looked stupid at this point.

Stupid in front of the most beautiful woman you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“Ah no… Just…” You open the soda as it hisses open.

Eunbi gets a chuckle out of your action.

You look at the soda and the bubbles within the carbonated drink flowing up. It was rude for you to not decline at first but with you taking the drink already, it was rude to not drink it now. Just as you're about to lift the drink up to your lips, Eunbi sits right next to you.

You smell her perfume again, as the hot wind blows by you. You ogle at her again, as she fans herself with a hand. From head to toe, you see just how big her boobs actually are in actuality. Crossing her legs, you then spot her lush milky-white thighs and her pristine legs next. 

The sight before you makes your mouth water but dries your throat. You go and drink the soda to quince your thirst. Just as you do, you're stopped.

“Cheers.” Eunbi raises her bottle up to you.

You can’t help but tap your bottle next to hers. The two of you each take a couple gulps of your  sodas and let out a resounding ‘ah’ to the taste of the lemon-lime soda. The two of you lock eyes with each other and share a laugh together.

“I would say ‘jinx’ but seeing as…” You lift up the soda.

Eunbi giggles at your gesture and playfully bumps your arms with her elbow.

“Just say it. I don’t mind buying you another.” Eunbi takes another sip of her soda.

A smirk appears on your face, as temptation gets you to say the word.

“Jinx.” You and Eunbi lock eyes again, as she lets out a stifled giggle.

“Finish your soda first, then I’ll buy you another one.” You nod to her word, as you take another  gulp of your drink.

Just as you lift the drink off your lips, a blast of water erupts from the side. Both you and Eunbi turn to the side. Kids and some older folks scream out and cheer, as water flows out from a fire hydrant.

As the water flowed out, you felt the slight cool breeze the water brought with it. Not just the cool breeze but the cooling mist of the water as well. The kids and older folks take joy in the flowing water, as they splash in it. Enjoying the scene in front of her, Eunbi turns to you.

“Want to go join them?” You're shocked by her sudden question.

A person like you with someone like Eunbi was something you’d never imagine. Sure it wasn’t… sex. But to spend time with a beautiful woman like her, who could say no.

You smirk at her question and stand up. You extend a hand out for her. Her soft hand encloses onto yours. You lift her up, as the two of you run towards the cool running waters. Both you and Eunbi’s feet run through the flowing water, feeling the coolness of it. Just as the two of you take joy in the cool feeling, droplets of water fall out from the sky.

It soaks the two of you, it's a cool feeling soaking both you and Eunbi. Eunbi yelps out in surprise, as she hugs you tightly, making sure to not drop her soda still in hand. You bring her in closer, feeling her bare soaking skin. You look up to see no clouds in the sky. A turn of your head and you see some kids spraying a hose of water up in the sky.

“Fuck this heat! Let’s get this water party started!” An older gentleman sets his boombox down and clicks play.

Blasting out of the boombox was loud music that filled the neighboring area. As if by que, more water hoses are bought out and sprayed up in the open air. Eunbi screams out again, as the droplets of water hit the two of you.

Separating herself from you, she gives you a smile and takes the last remaining sip of her soda. Tossing it over head, Eunbi raises her hand and grooves to the music blasting.

You can’t help but let out a chuckle to her moves. They weren’t horrible by any means, instead they were majestic and flawless. The move of her hips from side to side captivates you. One sultry stare at you and that was all you needed to join her.

You down your drink, feeling the Sprite burn your throat as you do so. Tossing the bottle behind you just like Eunbi. You bathe in the coolness of the water, as you let the music take over your body. You stare at Eunbi and nod your head to the music., as one of her fingers curls for you to join her.

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You and the many people around you get dose in the water Eunbi just sprayed out. A manly scream can be heard, as Eunbi blasts him with the water gun next. The guy chuckles, taking joy in getting soaked by a woman like Eunbi. She tosses him the water gun, as the guy screams out wondering ‘who wanted next’ in using his water gun.

Eunbi smoothly dances her way to you. You bring her in, as both you and her dance together again. The moment between the two of you were intimate to say the least, despite the multiple people surrounding the two of you. Both your heads meet, as your hands find them on her hips again.

Your hand moves away from her soak jean skirt and travels up to her bare torso. Your thumb rubs across her soaked skin, as Eunbi giggles to your touch. Her hands tighten their hold on the sleeves of your shirt. A bit of her bottom lip, and Eunbi removes your hands from her torso.

You think you’ve fucked up at this point. Perhaps too much touching and advancement on your part wasn’t warranted anymore. Just as you think so, Eunbi hangs on to one of your hands bringing it up. Doing a spin underneath it, Eunbi finally lets go of your hand. She eyes you up and down and turns away, walking back to the apartment.

You stand and look at Eunbi walk away, soaking wet. You know full well, this was perhaps it. Perhaps this was your story that will go down in Eunbi’s legend continuity. As you hear her heels clack against the cement sidewalk, her soaking lush thighs jiggling in place, and her hips swaying from side to side. Eunbi stops in place, she looks over her shoulder and smirks at you.

Turning to face you, Eunbi stares at you with the same smirk. She continues to make her way back. A few steps is all it takes before she turns around again. Another look over her shoulder and the smirk was still there.

You grin and let out a chuckle. You swear to yourself, if you were reading things incorrectly you should probably never do any daring thing again.

You do what Eunbi perhaps wanted, and chase after her. Slowly making your way towards her.

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You looked up intensely under Eunbi’s skirt, as the two of you went up the stairs. You see the black panties she wore beneath. It was simple in design but the lace trimmings it had got you.

On the second floor the two of you don’t say anything, as she gets to her door and you get to yours. She simply unlocks her door, as you jiggle your doorknob.

“Locked out?” You nod to her question.

“Yeah.” Eunbi smiles at you and eyes you up and down again.

“Want to come inside and… dry off?”

“If you don’t mind, sure.” Eunbi smiles at your answer and opens the door for the two of you.

You enter in with her, shutting the door tight and locking it. You slip out of your sandals with ease. In front of you, see Eunbi working on her heels, as her ass stuck out to you. Not trying to hide anything, you were again greeted to her backside.

You see the outline of her pussy press up against her soaked panties. The sight before you drives you wild. You wanted to lift her skirt up and tear off her panties and devour her pussy on the spot. But you don’t, you wait and be patient.

Slipping out of her other heel, Eunbi makes her way to the living room. You follow suit, as you wipe away at the droplets of water coming off you.

Buzzing on comes the air conditioner, as Eunbi turns it on. On low, the cool air slowly dispenses itself into the humid darkened room. You spot a kids blanket and small toys in an area. The sun’s rays that manage to bleed through the dark curtains, are the only thing providing you the light you need to see the room.

Turning around and facing you, Eunbi reaches behind her. The sound of her zipper comes undone. A slight movement from her legs allows the skirt to fall freely onto the floor. Grabbing the hem of her green crop-top, Eunbi pulls it over her head.

Your heart starts to race, as you see Eunbi’s tits pop out from their confines with a bounce. Your mouth waters, as her thumbs dig into her panties next. Pulling them down, revealed to you was her well maintained bush and pussy.

Kicking the panties off to the side, Eunbi eyes you up and down. She cups her tits with both hands, squeezing them as she looks at you. You know what she wanted you to do.

You slip off your shirt, as it falls to the hard floor with a wet sound. Your hands are quick and fast with undoing the button and zipper on your shorts. A swift pull down and you're in the nude just like Eunbi.

You grip your semi-erect cock, as Eunbi’s eyes dart towards it. One of her hands lets go of her breasts and moves down to her pussy. A soft moan comes from her, as her fingers touch her most sensitive spot.

You couldn’t wait any longer as you approach the beautiful lady before you. She lustfully stares at you as you close in. Your hands are the first to meet her. They pull her towards you, as her hands graze your shoulder, before they wrap around your neck.

Both your bodies stick on to each other, as both your lips meet. A torrent kiss forms, as the two of you let out each other’s inner desires on the other. Both your tongues clash against one another, as the two of you run your hands wild on the other.

Eunbi’s hands run from your neck to your chest. Feeling your body, her hands slithers down to the sides of your torso and then your hips. Her left hand goes behind you and grabs your ass, as her right hand goes for your dick. A delicate grab and she begins to jerk you off as the two of you make out frantically.

Unable to wait any longer, you move your hands from her hips to her breasts. You cup them with both your hands, feeling the weight of them. They were soft and perfect to the touch, each one having their own give. Each one bigger than your hands can hold.

You break the kiss, latching onto one of her taut nipples. Eunbi lets out a moan before letting out a chuckle to your hunger for her breasts. You let out a hum to finally tasting Eunbi’s breasts. You switch frantically from the one you were just on to the other. Although no milk spewed out from them. Just tasting her nipple and areola was enough for you.

With a resounding pop, your unlatch from her nipple. You kiss around her breast, each kiss pushing into her fleshy plump tits. You next, bury yourself between her breasts. Motorboating them to your liking. You bathe in the sensational feeling of her breasts smothering you, suffocating you.

You come up for air and push her tits together. Her nipples closer together as you lick at them the best you can. Eunbi moans out to your wet tongue, as her hand works faster on your cock. You choose one of her taut nipples and suck on it before letting it go again with a resounding pop.

Finally letting go of her breasts, your hand then travels down to her ass. You squeeze her supple cheeks to your delight. Eyes still glued to her tits, you treat Eunbi to double the pleasure. You feasting on her tits again, as you fondle her ass and soon play with her cunt.

All that goes out the window, once Eunbi stops you with a finger. Getting on her knees, she stares at you intensely as she slowly strokes your now fully erect cock. Opening her mouth, she guides your length into it.

Your eyes roll back into your head, as you feel the wetness of her mouth. Her tongue darts out to the head of your cock, circling it. Her hand jerks off the lower half of your cock, as her mouth works the rest, trying to get all of it.

A moan from Eunbi brings a pleasurable vibration to your cock. A vibration that makes your toes curl in addition to her sucking you off. You open your eyes to look at Eunbi again. As she bobbed her head back and forth, down below her, you see one of her hands touching herself.

The sight before you makes your cock twitch. Eunbi moans out to feeling our cock twitch within her mouth. A couple swift jerking motion and Eunbi holds your cock with just her finger and thumb. As her hand rests on the base of your cock, her mouth picks up the pace.

You let out a groan, as her tongue glides easily against the underside of your cock. You feel her luscious lips slide against your cock with each motion. Each bob of her head makes you feel the heavenly pleasure that was told in the stories you heard.

A couple more bobs of her head and she stuffs herself with your cock. The tip of your cock hits the back of her throat, as she lets out a gurgle noise. The vibration hits your cock and drives you insane with her throat gripping the head of your cock. The look she gives you is that of lust and intensity. It drove you insane, knowing Eunbi wanted to satisfy and pleasure you.

Unsheathing from your cock, Eunbi takes a breath to collect herself. She grabs on to your cock again, jerking you off in a rhythmic pace. A nice batch of spit is delivered to your cock, as Eunbi then takes in the head of your cock. A few swirls of her tongue and out is your cock again.

Still staring up at you, Eunbi cups both of her breasts. You know what’s coming and let out a hiss the moment it happens. Your cock slips in between Eunbi’s plump breasts. You feel how soft her breasts are, as they smother your cock, trapping it between her breasts.

With an upward motion, you feel your cock glide against her soft tits. You let out yet another moan to the pleasurable feeling. With the mixture of her saliva on your cock and her already soaked body, it was the perfect combination for a titty fuck.

Up and down she went, as she gave you your very first tit fucking. You bathe in the feeling of it. You made sure to keep an eye on Eunbi as well. Making sure to memorize her staring up at you intensely, as her breasts milked you for your cum.

You start to feel your cock twitch and your balls tingle. Eunbi’s pace picks up, as you feel your orgasm start to hit you. You didn’t mind blowing your load all over Eunbi’s perfect tits, but you didn’t want this to be the end.

As Eunbi’s pace gets more frantic, her breasts tightly smothering your cock, you pull out. You grip it to potentially stop any premature ejaculation. You take a breather to compose yourself, letting the pleasure feeling of Eunbi’s tits subside.

A giggle comes from Eunbi as she gets up. Her arms wrap around your neck, pulling you in. The two of you embrace again, sharing a deep passionate kiss.

Both your tongues meet and slither against each other before it’s broken. Pushing you, your ass falls flat on her couch. Taking the moment to her advantage, Eunbi hops on your lap, straddling you.

Your cock feels her trimmed bush and her toned midriff. Your hands find their way to her hips and ass, as they feel her up again. Eunbi just smiles at you without saying a word. You know what was coming next.

Lifting herself off you, Eunbi guided your cock to her entrance. Lowering herself onto you, your cock parted her pussy lips and entered inside. You feel your cock get swallowed by her, as the two of you let out audible moans to one another.

The feeling of your length entering into Eunbi’s insides was something otherworldly. Any man may say it was just “pussy” but this was Eunbi’s pussy. The resident hottie, the hot mama, that you’ve heard stories about. The stories you’ve jacked off to in bed. Feeling every inch and cranny of her insides was something you’ve never thought you’d get.

You don’t wait for Eunbi to fully bury herself within you. As soon as her ass just grazes your thighs, your hands slip underneath her and grab her ass. You lift her off you, as she clings on to you letting out a moan.

You feel her insides grip your cock, as you pull her off. The sensational feeling adds on to the pleasure you already felt, as you pull her down. Letting out a hiss to the feel of your cock, Eunbi starts to move her hips.

You try to work in unison with Eunbi but it’s all for naught. You let her take over, as she tightly holds onto your shoulders. You in turn grab on to her waist for whatever support you can, as she relentlessly bounced on your cock.

With each bounce on your cock, you feel her insides grip you even more. Each motion brings out the lewd sounds of her wet cunt rubbing against your cock. You feel the slipperiness of her insides more and more, as her fleshy insides bring you closer and closer to your orgasm.

You knew you couldn’t hold on any longer. This wasn’t like with the tit fucking where you could pull out. No, Eunbi was in control now and if she wanted to, she could keep going despite you busting your load inside of her.

You grit your teeth and take some oxygen to hold out as long as you can. You breathe a few breaths in and your body already wants to give in and cum inside the woman before you. Just as you're about to surrender, Eunbi lifts herself off you.

Clinging on to you tightly, you feel her body tremble and shake. Breathless moans flow from her, as you feel some warm droplets of liquid on our shaft and balls. Shifting her body, Eunbi then leans up against your ear. The hot breath she lets out, brings out your goosebumps, as she whispers into your ear.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold on any longer.” A soft chuckle comes from her, as she lifts herself off you.

With her glossy eyes, she stares back at you lovingly. Cupping her breasts, she pushes them together and smothers you with them. Your tongue comes out instantly and licks her breasts. You take whatever she gives you, as her nipple and tits overall rub against your tongue.

“How do you want me?” Eungi lets go of her breasts.

She allows you to hold them and motorboat yourself between them. You get your feel of her tits and come out to answer her question.

“Behind, I want to fuck you from behind.” A grin appears on her face, as she gets off you.

Getting on all fours on the couch, Eunbi arches her back, making sure her ass was perfectly sticking out to you.

You get on your knees to examine her ass before you take it. You see her tits hang from her chest, a sight that gets you going. You knew exactly where to hang on to when things got more exciting.

You go in for a taste. Your tongue parts her pussy lips, getting a surprise moan from Eunbi. You taste the sweet juices that she let out earlier from her orgasm. It makes you salivate, as you plunge your tongue further into her core.

“Fuck…” Eunbi pushes herself against the back of the couch.

You grab onto her ass holding her in place. Your tongue works delicately but frantically on her wet cunt. From spearing into her insides, to tasting her wonderful lower lips, you did it all. You end with a teasing lick to her clit, sucking it vigorously before letting it go.

You kiss her ass, giving each supple cheek a nice wet kiss. You get up on your two feet and smack your hard cock on her ass. Eunbi moves her ass from side to side, enticing you to put your cock back inside of her.

You hold on to her hips firmly, stopping her sway. With a hand, you guide your cock to her folds again. A brush of your cock on her folds and a hiss, along with a lip bite comes from Eunbi. With a push forward, you spear into Eunbi’s cunt again.

You feel her tight walls rub up against your cock again. It’s slick insides making sure you pass in easily, but also making sure you don’t escape. You feel her insides clamp around your cock, as it pulsates.

Quickly pulling back, you thrust back in. A yelping moan comes from Eunbi, as your pace quickens. You don’t hold back from using Eunbi’s cunt to satisfy your needs. In and out you went, as the sound of your cock rubbing against her wet folds and your thighs smacking her ass filled the room.

You feel your impending orgasm hit you. Your core tenses up, as you're ready yourself to spill your load inside of her. Instead, your mind has other ideas. It tells you to - hold out, to last longer and enjoy Eunbi, while you can. You inadvertently listen to your mind and pull out of Eunbi.

You hunch over her, as your cock rests up against her ass. You take in the air you need to subdue your orgasm. Eunbi, chuckles at your struggles and cups your face with a hand. A few light taps are given by her, followed by a kiss to your cheek.

“Gotta cum sometime big boy.” Eunbi shifts her body from underneath you.

You straighten yourself up, as Eunbi gets into a missionary position. Grabbing her thighs, she makes sure her cunt is full on display for you.

“Use my hole until you're ready to cum. Then pull out and give it to me.” A devilish grin appears on her face.

There’s a part of you that regrets not being able to cum inside the hot woman before you. Despite that fact though, you get to go in one last time, inside of Eunbi. You use that very last, if not the very last time to thoroughly enjoy Eunbi’s cunt.

Your cock does its work, parting her folds and spearing into her. Her insides swallow you up, and back at it you went; thrusting like a madman, chasing your own orgasm. Making sure you felt every part of her insides and ingraining it to your memory.

“That’s it big boy! Give it to mommy!” Your core burned, as you stared intently back at Eunbi.

Her eyes were just as intense as yours, taking every pounding sensation you deliver. You relish in the last fleeting moments, as your eyes shift from her eyes to her bouncing titties. You take them in just like the feeling of her cunt on your cock. Her bare breasts bouncing to each thrust you deliver into her.

At moment’s last, your orgasm creeps up on you and you pull out. You let the first thick shot of your cum fire out on to Eunbi. It lands straight on to her right breast, as the last bits of it hit her midriff. Your second shot doesn’t go far, as it shoots out and just falls right on to Eunbi’s trimmed bush. You jerk your cock off after the second shot, to splatter Eunbi with your cum, making sure it really hits her. Your latter shots land on either her breasts or her midriff, covering her thoroughly..

Your post orgasm hits you, as your grip on your cock weakens. Weakness takes over your body, as you struggle to stand up straight. If there was anything that still had strength left in your body, it was the weakening bit of energy that was still in your cock, keeping it from fully deflating.

Eunbi swipes one of her fingers at a pool of your cum. She sucks on the finger diligently before curling a finger for you to come to her. You know what she wants and you stagger towards her. Your feet feel like a thousand pounds as you hop onto the couch and feed her your cock.

A moan of satisfaction comes from her as she cleans you. A few swirls of her tongue and a vacuum suction were the main things she did. The cherry on top was her moving her head back and forth a few times before spitting you out.

Swallowing the cum she had gathered, she playfully flicks at your semi-erect cock with a finger. You hop off the couch, as your legs tense up to keep you standing. Eunbi examines her body covered in cum. Other swipe at the pool of cum and tasting it, Eunbi finally gets up. She doesn’t say a word to you as she heads towards the restroom. Before going in, she turns back to you.

“Feel free to leave whenever you're ready or…” She eyes you up and down.

“You can stay and…” Not much needs to be said as she eyes your cock hungrily again. A bite on her lower lips says it all.

She makes eye contact with you again, making sure you get the message. The door to her restroom isn’t shut, as she enters in. You chuckle to yourself and grab your cock, jerking it off, making sure it was ready for whatever was next.

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A/N: To celebrate not just Eunbi’ being the Sprite girl but also her Waterbomb comeback!

Hoping to survive the night and write out something good with the (potential) goodies she’s going to provide!

Inside her room, Minjeong throws her backpack onto the bed. With clenched fists, she kicks a dirty sock under her bed. Why does she have to watch this shit everyday? A boy and a girl messing around during the break? Both of them sharing meaningful glances in class?

"Argh!"

Minjeong stops herself from kicking her bed. She tries to calm herself down by taking deep breaths. This wasn't the first time she had to watch one of her friends make out with a guy from school. So why did it bother her so much today?

She shakes her head in annoyance. What does her friend has that she doesn't? Isn't Minjeong funny? Isn't she polite and caring? Isn't she pret-

Minjeong's eyes fall on the mirror. Is that it? She sees her sad face in the reflection of the clean glass. Is she unable to find a boyfriend, because she isn't pretty enough?

"Oh man!"

Minjeong lets herself fall face first onto the bed.

What is she supposed to do then? All her friends are bragging about boyfriends and...and... and sex...

Minjeong shakes her head. That's exactly the reason why she finally wants to have her first time! She hates feeling this way! She blushes when it's a topic of a conversation. She wants to know how it feels.

Raising her head slightly, she glances at the mirror again. What is it with her? She is desperately trying to ignore the obvious. The thing, or rather things, she can't change.

She is, well, naturally pretty, if you can call it that. Rather cute than sexy, but that isn't so bad. Is it?

Minjeong's eyes finally land on her cleavage. That must be the problem. She hates her chest. Why does she have to be so small? She sometimes hears the guys talking about the girls in her class. Allegedly they even made a list, ranking all the girls.

"I'm definitely last."

Minjeong groans in annoyance.

Why isn't she growing bigger? Her friends all look way better than her. Especially Karina. She is Minjeong's best friend. But in moments like these, Minjeong hates her guts. Why does Karina have it all? A beautiful, sexy face, a big chest, full thighs, a round ass.

"What is wrong with me?"

Minjeong kicks her legs into the mattress, feeling like the ugliest girl in the world.

"Minjeong-ie!"

She hears her mom knock on her door.

"What is it, ma?"

"I made us dinner, sweetie."

"A minute!"

Minjeong tries to pull herself together. Looking at the mirror again, she checks if her eyes have become red from crying.

Eunbi watches her daughter sit down on the other side if the table.

"Are you doing alright, honey?"

"I'm fine, mom."

Eunbi raises an eyebrow in suspicion, but she doesn't pressure her. At least not now. She has always taught Minjeong and her brother to respect other people's boundaries, so she always leads by example.

But throughout the unusual quiet meal, Eunbi starts to become more concerned about her daughter's condition. Minjeong just pokes at the meat on her plate, instead of actually eating it. How is she supposed to cheer up her daughter?

You come to mind.

"Are you excited for tomorrow, Minjeong-ie?"

"Tomorrow?"

Minjeong raises an eyebrow in confusion. She doesn't even remember what day it is, too busy thinking about how to become more attractive. Should she eat more? That way she could make her chest a little bigger maybe. But she doesn't want to get called fat at school. It's a dilemma.

"What day is tomorrow?"

"It's the 10th."

Eunbi gives Minjeong a meaningful look.

The tenth...

"(Y/n) oppa!"

Minjeong is suddenly smiling brightly. She almost forgot that you would come home tomorrow. After not having seen you in person for almost half a year, Minjeong is longing to hug you for hours, once you are back.

"Exactly."

Eunbi smiles as well, happy to see her daughter being finally in a good mood.

"He will come home late though, so you will see him on the day after tomorrow."

"But..."

"No but. You have school."

That's something Eunbi always prioritizes. School. It sucks for Minjeong. She hates school. But she gets why her mother has that obsession with school.

After her husband left her, Eunbi had to take care of both of you, while needing to find a job as well. Because she didn't go to college or anything, it was hard for her to find a well paying job. Once you were old enough, you started working at a sporting goods shop, having been interested in soccer and sports, since you can remember.

You were able to help your step mom out enough to make up at least a little bit of the damage your father had left. But your already bad grades started to suffer even more. And eventually, you dropped out of school.

That's why Minjeong doesn't argue further with Eunbi about staying up late and welcoming you. It's not like you are gonna run away, before she can even see you.

"Talking about school... How is it going?"

Eunbi rests her chin on her hand, looking at her daughter.

"I-It's alright."

Eunbi notices how Minjeong is suddenly very interested in the food in front of her.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes. Everything is great, mom."

Minjeong manages to smile at her, before looking down again.

"And how is it going with your love life?"

Eunbi winks at her sheepishly.

"Mom!"

"What?"

Minjeong looks at her puzzled mother, embarrassed that she was going to take it out on her.

Eunbi always told the both of you to be open minded and always listen to other people's perspectives. And that includes relationships as well.

"I-I don't have anyone."

"Oh, that's alright, sweetie. You are still so young."

"No I'm not. (Y/n) is only a year older than me. And Karina and the others all have boyfriends already."

"That's true."

Eunbi nods, now realizing where her daughter's sour mood might come from. But that's not something she can actively help her with as her mother. Respecting Minjeong's boundaries, Eunbi decides to not press her further. If she needs advice or someone to talk to, Minjeong knows that Eunbi will be there for her either way.

While Eunbi starts doing the dishes, Minjeong goes back to her room to finish her homework. Math. Something she could totally live without.

As she tries to read the next task for the next problem, her mind seems to be somewhere else.

"Come on."

Minjeong grumbles, annoyed with herself.

She eventually finishes her homework. Later than she hoped though. Realizing that she has to go bed now, because of school tomorrow, Minjeong starts to get ready for bed.

Debating on what pajama to put on, she looks around her closet. They all look ugly to her today. She really hates this. How can she be sexy, if she doesn't even have sex clothes?

Suddenly Minjeong feels this tingly excitement creeping up, when she remembers the purchase she made a month ago. Today isn't the first time she hated her body. It's more like an every day occurrence. But the last time it was this bad, Minjeong got herself something to make her feel better about herself.

She takes her chair from the desk and puts it in front of her wardrobe. Her mom is not gonna come into her room today anymore, already having said good night. Minjeong gets on the chair and then on her tip toes, trying to reach the parcel at the back.

Once she got her hands on it, Minjeong opens it, taking out the underwear that's hidden inside. She is so glad that she was able to buy it online. If she would've had to buy it in a store, she probably wouldn't have had the confidence to do so.

A smile creeps onto her face as Minjeong puts the box back to its rightful place, before starting to put on the lingerie. Karina told her once that she got something similar in black for her boyfriend. Hers is peach colored though. She feels the smooth fabric hug her skin as she slowly puts it on. After a couple of moment, she checks herself out in the mirror.

White stockings wrap around her slim legs, making her look a little thinner than she usually does. The peach garter belt around her hips is actually more of a tiny skirt. Minjeong is able to see a hint of her lace panties, even without needing to lift it up. The small bow in the front is a little darker than the rest. The same goes for the short strings that connect her belt and her stockings. Minjeong's stomach is fully exposed and she can't help but let a hand wander over it. She is proud of at least that part of her body. Not everyone looks as fit as she does. But the bra still looks a little too big for her.

Minjeong sighs in disappointment. It has the same lace patterns as the skirt, but she is unable to fill it completely. Why doesn't she have her mother's genes? She always envies her. Her mother has had a couple of boyfriends throughout the years. They were all unable to focus, whenever Eunbi wore a low cut top. But why can't Minjeong be like this? She wants to turn all the boys' heads in class, when she enters the classroom.

But looking into the mirror a little longer, Minjeong realizes that she isn't as ugly as she thought she is. She might not have the biggest chest. But apart from that...

Minjeong gets on the bed, finally, at least a little bit, comfortable in her own skin. She mindlessly lets a finger run along the straps of her bra, looking up at the ceiling. Her naked thighs slowly start to rub together. Suddenly, Minjeong is horny. She doesn't even remember what she thought about a moment ago, after she lied down. But the increasing heat in her lower area makes her reach out for her laptop on the desk.

With shaky fingers, Minjeong types in the address of the porn side she usually goes to. It always feels wrong and dirty, whenever she opens it. But she can't stop.

Minjeong scans the home page, looking at the new videos that came out, after she watched something last time. Her cursor finds itself on a video she hasn't watched before.

Once the video starts, Minjeong quickly skips past the annoying scenes of the woman, showing off her body. She reaches the point where the guy fucks her doggy style. Minjeong watches how the woman's tits sway with every thrust. Jealous, but turned on even more, Minjeong finds her right hand rubbing her lace panties. She is wishing so desperately to be that woman. She finally wants to get fucked like her. She wants to be able to tell everyone that she isn't a virgin anymore.

Eunbi yawns as she steps out of the bathroom. She feels small butterflies in her stomach, thinking about you, coming home tomorrow. She hasn't talked to you properly in so long. She wants to tell you how proud she is. What a great man you've become.

Wondering what the two of you should do together during your stay, Eunbi passes Minjeong's room. She stops in her tracks, when she hears light moaning.

"Fuck my little pussy harder!"

She furrows her eyebrows. That's not Minjeong, is it? Is that why she disappeared so quickly into her room when she came home? Is this the reason, why she acted like this during dinner? Is she hiding her boyfriend from her?

Eunbi is disappointed. She hoped that, when the time comes, Minjeong would tell her about everything. Curiosity slowly starts to creep in.

"Maybe just a quick peek."

She slowly turns the doorknob, before looking inside.

"Mom!"

Minjeong is thrown out of her blissful moment, when she hears the door crack open. Horrified by realizing that her mother just saw her masturbate, she quickly closes the laptop and covers herself with her sheets.

"Baby..."

"Go away, mom!"

"There is nothing wrong with doing this, Minjeong-ie."

The young girl's cheeks flush red. This must be one of the most embarrassing moments of her live.

"I-Please leave."

"Minjeong-ie, I want to us to be as close as we've always been. You don't have to be ashamed by what you are doing. It's totally normal."

"R-Really?"

"Yes. I do it too."

"Mom!"

Minjeong covers her ears, not wanting to hear about her mother's sexy life.

"Don't be so childish. We can talk about this like adults."

Eunbi finally opens the door completely, before stepping inside.

"You look really pretty by the way."

She slowly walks over to Minjeong.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

With a warm smile, Eunbi sits down on the edge of the bed.

"The colour matches your skin really well. And your body is just perfect. I'm still surprised you haven't found anyone yet."

"Mom..."

Minjeong seems more sad than embarrassed now.

"I-No one likes me. I'm not pretty enough."

"How could you say something like that?"

Eunbi's heart brakes as she gasps in surprise.

"You are the prettiest girl I've ever seen. You are by far better looking than all the girls your age."

"Oh please, mom. I will never be as hot as you."

Eunbi can't help but feel a little warm inside at her daughter's compliment.

"Don't say that. Everyone is pretty in their own way. Tell me something that I have that you don't. I'm sure you can't-"

"Y-Your chest."

Minjeong's shy comment makes Eunbi look down on herself. She glances back at her daughter, who is lying on the bed, looking up at her with a sad look on her face.

"Oh come on, Minjeong-ie. Yours aren't as small as you think."

Eunbi reaches out and feels her daughter's tits.

"They are maybe not as big as mine, but bigger doesn't always mean better."

"It does."

Eunbi shakes her head.

"You are not ugly, just because you don't have a big chest. Your face is so gorgeous. And you take so much care of your body."

"You are lying. You could sleep with any guy you want. The guys in my class won't even look at me."

"You are lying to yourself. Who wouldn't want to be intimate with a girl like you?"

Eunbi cups Minjeong's cheek with affection.

"Everyone it seems like. No one likes how I look."

"That's rubbish."

Eunbi unconsciously lets her hand wander over Minjeong's body.

"If you think no one is paying attention, you have to dress a little more provocatively. Your own body is not the problem."

"You mean dress more sexy?"

"Exactly."

Eunbi takes another look at her daughter's outfit.

"This lingerie looks so good on you. Anyone would want you."

"But I can't walk around in lingerie at school, can I?"

"That's true, honey. Why don't I show you tomorrow how I dressed, when I went to school? It was good enough for your father, you know?"

Eunbi winks at her daughter playfully, her hand resting on her midriff.

"Fine. But can you please leave now? I-I want-need to..."

Minjeong trails off. Still embarrassed to voice her need for pleasure.

"Of course, baby. But don't watch stuff like this. It can make you addicted and it's just not how sex works."

"Then how am I supposed to..."

Minjeong's cheeks redden once more.

"Just think about a guy you like. Or something you want to experience."

"What do you think about, when... when you, you know?"

Eunbi ponders for a moment. She would've said that she takes herself back to the best moments of her own sex life. But that would hit a nerve right now. She is finally on the same wavelength with her daughter. She doesn't want to give that up now.

"I think about actors, or singers, you know? Maybe a guy I've met in the mall. Something like this."

"And what do you imagine doing with them?"

"Well..."

Eunbi thinks for a moment, if this isn't a little too much. But she finally decides to be honest.

"I usually just imagine them having sex with me. I usually start by kissing. And then, they ea-eat me out, you know?"

Eunbi can't help but be a little shy as well. This is the first time she talking about how she pleasures herself. With her daughter no less.

"I wish I knew how that felt."

Minjeong's confession makes Eunbi's heart ache.

"And how do you, you know?"

Minjeong rests her hand on her own panties. Eunbi can't help but notice the proportions of her hips and waist. How is her daughter not getting laid 24/7?

"Well, I sometimes use toys. But I usually do it with my hand, like anyone else."

"I see."

Minjeong looks away, but Eunbi feels like there is more she would like to know.

"I sometimes have trouble fin-finishing. Especially without the videos. C-Can you maybe show me?"

Her daughter's desperate eyes make it impossible for Eunbi to say no.

"Of course, baby. Give me some room."

Minjeong scoots to the right side of the bed as Eunbi starts to rid herself off her jeans. The younger one can't help but stare in envy at her mother's body. Every part of her seems to be made for perfection. Minjeong can't find a single flaw on her mother's body.

When she slowly pulls down her black panties, Minjeong takes in the sight of her mothers vagina. A weird feeling overcomes her. Is that where I came from?

It weird to think about it, so she brushes the thought away, when Eunbi finally sits next to her. Both of them rest their heads against the wall behind her bed.

"You have to warm up yourself first. So don't go in immediately. Start by teasing yourself."

Minjeong watches her mother as she starts to play with herself. Her fingers circling around her snatch and around her clit as well. She let's her own hand wander down her body, until it disappears inside her panties. She tries to mimick her mother's movements.

"Try to find something that feels good for you. I usually do this."

Eunbi forms a V with her pointer finger and middle finger, using it to slide up and down along her clit. Minjeong follows her movements once more. A deep sigh escapes her mouth at the new found feeling.

"That's the part where you start to think about someone. Think about a guy you like. How the two of you would kiss."

The both of them start to enter their own worlds, lying side by side. Minjeong catches herself altering the shape of her mouth as she imagines herself kissing the hottest guy at school. Karina's boyfriend.

"Once you are ready for the next step, start to push your fingers inside of you. You should be wet enough by now."

Eunbi follows her own words, letting two of her fingers enter her snatch. A deep moan escapes her mouth as she thinks about the last time she had sex. Meanwhile, Minjeong winces as she tries to put two fingers inside of her as well.

"M-Mom. It's not really working."

"Are you not doing it right? Let me try."

Without thinking, Eunbi lets her own fingers slip out of her, before she reaches inside Minjeong's panties. Minjeong moves her hand away, feeling her mother's fingers resting on her lower lips.

"If you've never done this before, try one finger at first."

Eunbi sinks a finger into her daughter's pussy.

"Mommy."

Minjeong moans as she feels her mother's finger move inside of her. Her walls tighten as she feels it glide along them.

"You're really tight, baby. Guys like that."

"R-Really?"

The younger one can't help but smile.

"I'm gonna try two fingers now, okay?"

Minjeong nods, watching her mother's hand inside her panties. Another moan escapes her, when a second finger joins the first.

"Oh god."

Another breathless moan escapes Minjeong's mouth. Eunbi told her to imagine herself with a guy she likes, but she is unable to do so. Her whole body and mind are focused on the two fingers inside of her. Minjeong catches herself slowly grinding against her mom's hand, letting out small whimpers.

"That's a good girl."

Eunbi said that a thousand times before. But this time, she feels dirty saying it. She realizes what she is actually doing. She is fingering her own daughter. She watches how Minjeong's eyelids flutter with every stroke of her fingers. How her back slightly arches off the wall. Her thighs rubbing against each other.

"Mommy."

That word sounds so dirty to Eunbi's ears, when Minjeong releases it in another needy moan.

The sight of her daughter shaking and moaning around her fingers proves too much for Eunbi. Her left hand finds its way towards her own pussy. And eventually, she starts to finger herself and her daughter at the same time.

"M-Mommy. This is the-the best."

Minjeong can't help but mewl. Her eyes are still closed, her empty hands trying to hold onto something for stability. Her mind gets overwhelmed by the pleasure that radiates from her mother's fingers inside of her.

Eunbi starts to finger herself faster as she feels her daughter's walls hug her fingers more and more. She has never done something like this with anyone before. The warmth that starts to rush through her body is something different than usual. It awakens something more primal in Eunbi. Her vision becomes a little fuzzy on the edges as she keeps fingering her own daughter.

When she looks at her, she can see Minjeong squirm on her sheets, begging her mother for more. Eunbi licks her lips, feeling the younger girls juices on her fingers. She eventually submits to her urges.

Eunbi removes her fingers from Minjeong's cunt, earning a disappointed and needy moan. She edges herself even more, moving her fingers to her mouth. She tastes her daughter's pussy juices on her finger.

Minjeong's eyes widen, when she sees her mother licking her fingers clean, before she starts to reposition herself. She ends up between Minjeong's legs, pulling down her panties.

"Mommy..."

Even Minjeong herself doesn't know what's going on with her own body. She can't help but buck her hips towards her mother's slightly parted lips, eager to feel another person's mouth on her pussy.

"Please..."

Her needy plea makes Eunbi finally throw all caution out the window. Flattening her tongue, she uses a big swipe along the length of Minjeong's pussy, to lap up her juices. The slightly salty taste hits her taste buds.

Minjeong's hands find themselves in her hair as she holds on for dear life, feeling her mother's tongue exploring her most intimate part.

"Mommy."

She can't help but say that word over and over again.

Eunbi starts to eat out her daughter, succumbing to the pleasure of her fingers, which still move inside her own pussy. The thoughts that tell her how wrong this is are being pushed to the back of her head. Her lust takes over. She wants to show her daughter how this feels like.

Mother and daughter moan in tandem as one eats the other out. While Minjeong's moans echo through the her room, Eunbi's stimulate the younger ones pussy even more. Her humms make her squirm on her sheets.

"So good, mommy."

Minjeong loses herself in a world of unknown pleasure. She has never felt this before. She feels how the warmth, starting out from her pussy, starts to spread through her body. A tingling sensation with it. Almost like waves. They rush through her, elevating her from one plateau to the next. Each gives her another spike of ecstasy. Another idea of what heaven must feel like.

"M-Mommy, I-I..."

Minjeong loses the ability to speak as she also loses control over her body and mind.

Eunbi watches in awe as her daughter orgasms in front of her. Wave after wave rushes through her body from head to toe. Each one stronger than the the previous one. Minjeong's hips lift off the mattress in a failed attempt to contain the pleasure within her.

Minjeong becomes undone in front of her mother's eyes. Eunbi, unable to look away from her daughter's climaxing body, eventually reaches her own high. She buries her face in the mattress. Shame and embarrassment are mixed with raw pleasure and love. She never even thought about doing this with her own daughter.

"Mommy...."

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Hi guys!

I tried to write something a little different than usual today. I got the idea for this from someone I text with on Wattpad. There will be more chapters for this, I hope you will look forward to them.

Two of those three villages would be used to train the way she walks because it’s perfect: classy, poised, elegant. The other one would have to work on her outfits because god would she need those. Hopefully the village doesn’t operate a Shein style manufacturing line. She’d hate that.

Her face is the definition of “striking the gene pool lottery”, and so is the rest of her body. Lanky arms and legs; toned, slim tummy; big, bright eyes that glimmer under the flashing lights. Personally, you like her “you’re on camera” smile the most. She knows this, and she always makes it a point to shoot it your way as she struts towards you. She stops half way to get a flute of Champagne, make that two actually, then grabs another. Those long legs can cover one hell of a distance, and they bring her right to you in a matter of seconds.

“We have to stop meeting like this,” she hands you the Champagne flute in her left hand, and the rings on it shine in the light, “cause it’s starting to feel like you’re just stalking me now.”

Of course, it’s the snarky remarks that open the conversation. Jang Wonyoung, airheaded as ever m’lady, and you sip on the Bubbly that she’s very nicely delivered to you. Wonyoung is, of course, a little bit of an airhead in your books (only because she believes that you’re always there for her, nothing else), and it’s never not hilarious to watch her draw her lips into a thin line. It’s not the first time she’s hearing this from you; it certainly won’t be the last. You can’t control where you’re posted to, but you know for a fact that you’ll see her again a couple months down the road.

Cause your meetings with Jang Wonyoung are through pure serendipity really, and you certainly will start calling it that after you read that one story. You know: the one where this guy cheats on his idol girlfriend, who he has a tense relationship with, with another idol that he happens to meet just about everywhere. There’s 0 communication between the two of you when these types of events come around, and neither of you know if either of you will be there or not. Actually, it’s just you really; neither of you know if you will be there. 

“Here for Kwon Eunbi again? Or are you finding someone else?” This question of her’s is customary at this point. Never once has it been perfunctory.

“Well, I was actually here to try and catch an interview with Jo Yuri, but I guess you’ll do,” you reply. Wonyoung scoffs—so I’m second place then?—and you have to assuage her oh-so-damaged ego, “you’re making this inference on your own Princess. I never said anything remotely close to that.”

And it’s that smile on her face that makes you want to kiss her really. It’s gorgeous, it’s cute, it’s beautiful. She’s given you that damned smile so many times that you could probably draw it from memory, though you’d definitely butcher it. The dress is certainly doing it justice, and you watch it brush against the skin of her legs as she shifts her weight to the other foot. I’ve never been that good at inferences. You’re far better than me, Prince, and she’s playing with her hair: twirling and untwirling it around her finger. That ribbon atop her head… Her stylist certainly knows their stuff.

“Think I’ll win an award this year?” Her question draws you away from your thorough examination of her. You take a moment to think, and you have to say, it depends, but I think you could definitely get something in some category. She gives you this inscrutable look, and she’s chuckling to herself as she looks at the crowd and sips on her champagne. You can guess what she’s about to say next: quite the crowd today, huh? And you’d reply, “Don’t think that they’re all here for you”, and that would prompt her to shoot back with, “Then who are they here for? You?”. 

But of course, when do things ever go according to plan?

“Have you thought about my offer?” she asks, and you’re caught off guard. 

Cause here’s the history between you two: Middle school best friends, always kind of inseparable. She was the beauty queen, it girl, and she still is; you were the writer, head of the school magazine, and you’re pretty much writing for the rest of your life. Wherever you went with her, rumours followed—Are they dating? I think they’re just friends. Maybe she’s trying to be the front of the magazine?—but you never thought much of it. It was just a simple friendship to you, nothing more. 

Then the kiss she gave you in high school changed it all.

It was a party, hosted by one of your mutual friends. She kissed you, and no, it wasn’t a Spin The Bottle forfeit, nor was it a dare of any sort; it was a sincere, tender kiss in the garden—unprompted, and away from any prying eyes and soft like silk chiffon. You have to admit, the sensation had your brain mired for a minute or so. But when you came back to your senses, you kissed her right back, and things got complicated after that. 

No one knew of it; it was your little secret. Wonyoung became closer than ever, and next thing you know, she declares the two of you “exclusive” but not dating. It’s because her agency has that funky dating ban thing, and Wonyoung was desperate to find a loophole, albeit a little complex. Of course, you’re willing to stay “exclusive” with Wonyoung in secret, but you started to worry that it can’t stay this way for long after the two of you get out of high school. 

But as fate would have it, your career paths meet at the crossroads, and now you see her every other month or so. You still text her when you can, and the “exclusive” relationship has sustained. Now that she’s an adult and she’s bringing in mad bucks for the agency, she’s informed you of some changes in her contact. From there, the offer was birthed, and you have left it unchecked for the past four months or so, “grey ticked” as she liked to call it.

“You haven’t texted in a while, thought you died,” she continues, leaning on her elbows against the table. “Thank god you’re alive, huh?”

You hoped that she’d just forget about it, but she’s more of a mnemonist than you give her credit for. An award show is the last place you expected to be caught off guard by Jang Wonyoung, but she’s definitely a master of surprise. I uh… I haven’t really thought about it, is a lie you tell her and yourself. She smiles enigmatically, downs the rest of her Champagne. 

“Let’s talk about it tonight,” she touches your chest, and it’s soft like silk chiffon, “you know where to find me, Prince.”

She struts off to join the rest of her members, stops halfway to return her Champagne flute, then looks back at you over her shoulder to give you a small wave. You sip on your Champagne as the silk brushes against her skin. 

It’s a heavy breath that leaves your mouth, and it’s the rest of the Champagne that goes in.

*

302.

Gold lettering, black plaque. It’s grand, pretty elegant. Suits her well. 

Then the door opens. 

In her bathrobe, Jang Wonyoung shoots her “you’re on camera” smile. You’re earlier than expected—she lets you in—Matter of fact, I thought you might not show at all.

And it’s a must to quip back, “thought you’d be asleep by now you big baby.”

When the door closes, it’s straight to work, and here’s how that normally goes: kissing, undressing, foreplay, then finally—fucking. Not that it has to follow that order or anything, but it’s the unspoken schedule that Wonyoung’s written up. God forbid anyone goes against what the princess is comfortable with, not that you’d ever try to either way. Your voice is barely a mumble past her lips—aren’t we supposed to talk about something?—and Wonyoung’s quick to dismiss any queries, “later. There’s always time for it later”. 

So it’s the kiss that’s pulling you back into her. Her front teeth capture your bottom lip, pull, drags it back a little like she’s trying to unwrap you like a present. You hold her waist, and with gentle hands, you push her back against the wall. It’s not that you’re trying to get control or anything; you’re just attempting to give her something to work with, a place to rest as she starts to work on the buttons of your shirt. 

“Are you already naked underneath that?” you whisper, though it’s more of a drawl than a whisper. In response, she momentarily stops with your buttons to slide a section of her bathrobe away, giving you a good look at a column of her naked, milky skin. 

In short: Yes, she is very much naked under that robe.

“Don’t get distracted, my prince. Eyes up here.”

“You’re the one that made me look, princess.”

She’s evidently struggling with the last button of your shirt, and you have to let go of her for a moment to help her get it done. Then it’s off with the shirt, and she flings it against the door for convenience sake. Your belt’s next, and that’s taken care of before you can even say, let me undress you Princess. It does make her hesitate at the clasp of your trousers for a bit. Just for a bit.

“I’d like,” her fingers are moving again, and they’re awfully quick at unfastening your pants, “for you to unwrap me on the bed instead.”

How raunchy of her. Makes you want to try her on.

Your pants fall. Your hand slithers into the bathrobe. Her jaw drops. Wonyoung my darling, and your fingers have captured one of those perky breasts, the right one to be exact. How do you ever—it’s light pressure to the nipple for you; it’s mind melting for her—get away with being such a big slut? Look at you, I’m barely even squeezing here. You’d like to save that face she makes in a supercut of her other memorable faces: eyes wide, mouth agape and her chin tucked into her neck. Frame it up, take a step back, admire it. It’s the face of someone who’s pent up, the expression of a needy girl who’s been aching to get some dick. Maybe if you guys had met a little sooner, she wouldn’t be this sensitive. But now? A twist of your forefinger and thumb is all it takes to draw a cry out of her, a little more pressure is enough to rain hellfire upon her. What a crazy-hot mess she is; only god knows how to clean her up and get her sorted out.

Open mouth straight to your ear, Wonyoung lets out a breathy gasp. In your fingers, the stiff peak rolls between the pads—back, forth, back, forth: motions that make her weak in her knees. It’s with great effort that she pulls your face back to hers, captures you in her quivering lips. Elegance has long been thrown out the window by now, and it’s not going to be returning for quite some time, as if you ever need it at a time like this. She’s barely holding herself up at this point. Where did the prim proper Jang Wonyoung go? 

The answer’s in her kiss—gone, dusted, she was here just a minute ago though. She’s grasping at whatever inch of your skin she can find, and her nails are definitely gonna be leaving marks on the sides of your neck. You let out a small, wry laugh as you silently observe her behaviour, watching her implore without speaking, badger without requesting. It’s an art form really, the form of expression for the horny and desperate and bratty. When her hands grip your face and her nails sink into your cheek, you pinch a little harder and relish the pleasant vibrations that are sent into your mouth as she gasps. Her palms press into your jaw, and they’d probably crush it if you press any harder. Her feet patter against the wood as she starts to direct you to the bed. You kick off your shoes together with your pants. 

It’s definitely a sight to take in: Jang Wonyoung in a massive king size bed, a thin bathrobe being the only thing between you and that wonderful body being the bathrobe. Maybe if she wasn’t in this state she’s in, she’d gesture to you with a come hither motion, and invite you to remove the fabric from her body. Instead, she opts for a spine tingling mewl, and that’s your invitation to her body. It’s hardly an insinuation; the fact that she wants to be unwrapped like a present is undeniable, she used the word unwrap herself. The bunny knot holding the two pieces of fabric is symmetrical—has Wonyoung’s fingerprints all over it. If it weren’t for the fact that she’s watching you with a half-open mouth, maybe you’d compliment her on her efforts a little, maybe even call her “princess” a couple more times before you properly ruin her.

(But she’s already ruined, ruined by a mere bit of pressure to the nipple. What else can make her tick now?)

Her body is at your mercy and it, quite literally, jerks as you start to pull at the knot, undoing it centimetre by centimetre, millimetre by millimetre, inch by inch. You want to see how long she can watch for, how long she can witness herself be undressed in a painfully slow fashion. Needy as she is, she’s patient as she watches one end of the rope grow longer. 

Longer. 

“Do you want me to speed this up, baby?” The smirk on your face would earn you a pout from her if her nerves weren’t in a bundle at the given moment.

“W-Whatever you want,” she answers, and her voice is brimming with breathy arousal. How are you getting away with all this? She’d grab your wrist and pull by now if she wasn’t so damn needy right now.

You give a dry laugh. “Then I’ll keep at this then.”

Longer.

“Fuck. Just pull it all the way already.” She looks you right in the eye as she begs you to hurry, and now you can see the need brimming in those large, round eyes, the ones that stare back at you with soft intensity, if that’s even possible. She’s good at mixing emotions into her stare.

“I thought you said—”

“Just fucking do it!”

Slack.

And the knot comes undone, and together with it, the robe falls off to the sides of her body—it’s beautiful. Never have you taken so much pleasure in undressing her, but you sure-as-hell have taken this much time to admire that wonderful, slender frame. From your standing view over her, you get down to her level to get a better look at her. It’s all part of the game of course: the way you look her in the eye, the way you touch her jaw ever so slightly to turn it towards you. The kiss is sickly sweet, and she’s starting to taste more and more like that cherry lipstick you gave her when you saw her some time ago at another event. Into your mouth, she lets out a sonorous moan. Your fingertips brush along her skin, slither down from her collarbone to her cleavage—down to that flushed pink region between her equally flushed thighs. Almost instantly, the tip of your digits are coated in slick fluids, and you raise an eyebrow at the girl on the bed.

“I literally touched you.” It’s amusement permeating your voice more than anything. In the sheets, she squirms in the slightest, eyes locked on your fingers that rest against that dripping heat and breath caught in her throat. You know that if you were to shift your finger in the slightest, you’d trigger a chain reaction that you have no power over. Her legs would clamp, her abdomen would tense, her eyes would roll. In the midst of it all, she’d maybe scream, or maybe she’d moan; either way goes. As far as you’re concerned, she’s needy as fuck at the moment, and she’s not going to let anything stop her from cumming.

“Yea, well… I can be sensitive.” Her defence is hardly a solid one, more of a perfunctory reply. Her head’s far from able to formulate a quip to throw back at you; that ability went out the window together with classy Wonyoung. “Put them in.”

You go against her request, and your fingers start to skirt the edges of that swollen, pink slit of hers. A crime—you’re going against the princess’ wishes, but realistically speaking: she can hardly be called a princess at the moment, so why comply? 

A portion of the bathrobe is still clinging on to her breast. You use your other hand to push it away, and the split second of contact makes her flinch. “Jesus. You’re so fucking turned-on right now,” you can’t help but muse, all while your fingers retrace te outline of her swollen lips. She’s shivering, she isn’t breathing quite right. “Do you want to moan, baby? Do you want to moan like a good little slut for me?”

And she fixes you with a glare. “F-Fuck you… Put them in.”

No “please” this time. Shame. If she were more polite, you would’ve obliged; now you’ll just have some more fun with her. 

Your thumb finds the swollen nub, and a little brush is all you need to get her straining like a psycho in a straitjacket. What will I ever do with you Wonyoung?—and she’s getting wetter by the second—You look so pretty when you’re so needy, you know that?—why would you ever, for a second, think that she’d be as refined as the last time? She doesn’t play with herself when she needs to get off; she waits till she sees you again to get off on your cock, your fingers, your mouth. Sexting was off the table, she wants you to be physically there, driving her insane as she lets herself come undone. 

“You know,” and you’re almost laughing as you watch her face twist even further, “that I could do this forever right? I could just lie here, tease you for as long as I want… Or maybe that’s what you want?

She’s messy, so fucking messy. Juices are starting to soak the bed—you can feel it as your fingertips round the bottom of her slit. Housekeeping would certainly question the spot, and the two of you wouldn’t be there to reply anyway. Her cheeks are flushed, the veins of her throat are popping. It takes a considerable amount of effort to stay this composed, but you know that she’s breaking more and more. With each round your fingers make, cracks start to form along that perfectly sculpted face. The fine lines on her forehead begin to show as her brows start to furrow. Strained sounds are coming from her throat as the urge to moan is slowly winning the battle against her will. She wants control, but she can’t have it when she’s a wet, hot mess next to you. She’s being bratty for the sake of it. Your fingers are your leverage against her. It’s killing her. It’s delighting you.

And just like fine China thrown against concrete, her will shatters. 

“Please! Put them in!”

And your fingers stop just at the top of her pussy. It feels like a long minute, but she isn't about to take another second of this. Her thighs clamp against your arm. Her fingers wrap around your wrist in desperation. She begs again. And again. And again. And again, again, again. The bed starts to creak as you start to move your fingers down her lips, down to the very end of her cunt.

God is she dripping.

“Will you moan for me?” you drawl huskily. A finger, two, three rest themselves against her heat. 

“Yes.” There’s barely any of her original self left in there. “Please just—”

The fingers breach her opening. She screams, a high-pitched, keening cry. The noise makes your cock strain in your boxers, and you have to grit your teeth as her inner walls wrap tightly around your intruding digits. A moment of stillness comes, a moment where she’s just breathing raggedly, struggling to process this pleasure that’s racking her body faster than she can comprehend. She’s a ticking time bomb of nerves; the slightest movement in this state could send her into perdition, and she’ll barrel past that point of no return faster than both of you can imagine. God, she’s sensitive. God, she’s a mess. 

The chuckle that departs from your mouth is one of perverse pleasure. “Baby,” you whisper, right into her ear as she struggles to catch her breath. She squeezes her eyes shut, and you watch with a grin as her chest rises and falls. The grip on your wrist is a vice, knuckle-white and unrelenting. She’s begging you, with her eyes, to start moving, and you have to tell her, “I can’t start till you let go of me, baby.”

And it’s with reluctance that she slips her hand off your wrist, but that hand won’t stay empty for long. You guide it to her own breast, and with a soft whisper, you tell her to squeeze. She’s servile. She complies without protest. Her eyes slowly open themselves, and you relish the way they’re lust-glazed appearance looks under warm light while her breaths level themselves out. For a moment, there’s calm. For a moment, it’s tender.

Then your fingers start to move. All hell breaks loose.

Everything she did to calm herself quickly becomes futile; it becomes undone as her back arches in a way that catches your breath in your throat. Your fingers graze her walls, pressed into each other as they slowly draw in and out of her. And mind you: you’re going slow, slow enough to make her feel every bit of your fingers brush against her insides. But it’s enough to make her curse, enough to get her mewling like a damn kitten while her hips start to rock, rubbing her clit against the base of your palm. There’s no way to describe how needy she looks; her want is beyond words, and you’ve barely even started. Three fingers is the most you’ve ever put inside her. Clearly, it’s working wonders for her.

And now you yourself have to admit: you’ve wanted her for some time now. Since the last time you saw her, you’ve fantasised about that slim tummy twitching, about holding that snatched waist once more, about those long legs wrapped around your neck while your tongue and fingers turn her into a pliant plaything. For weeks, you’ve wanted nothing more than pulling Jang Wonyoung apart, reduce her into a withering mess wherever you guys are and get her screaming till she’s sore. You can’t even begin to describe what you’ve done with her in your dreams, nor can you ever convey how it feels to desire her as much as you have. So, you put all of it into action, sordid sentiments channelled into your fingers that are making those cute features twist and contort in perverse pleasure. She’s rambunctious, and her juices are quite literally soaking your hand, spilling the strongest sillage of lust all over the bed. 

“Why do you always have to be so fucking messy?” You’re really just trying to see how much you can get away with at this point, though the answer seems to be: just about everything. Your fingers start moving faster. You love the way her cheeks are starting to flush even more. “Are you always this wet? Or is it just for me?”

The squelching is lewder than you can ever imagine. The sound of her slick, wet heat being breached by your fingers is enthralling. Add the sounds she’s making into that and you have the ultimate erotica audio that can bless mankind. She’s panting, she’s moaning, she’s whining—she’s doing it all really, and you’re just using your fingers. God knows how she’ll react once you’re inside of her, rock hard meat stretching her out instead of a few fingers fiddling around in warm walls. 

But hey, the sounds she’s making are ever so erotic, and she’s definitely making your blood flow to all the right places. She feels out of place; you can’t put your finger on what’s wrong in this whole thing. It’s probably a small detail, something you’d overlook over the sight of her chest heaving as air shoots out and gets sucked back into her mouth, her whole body straining and convulsing against the bed while you get a thumb on her clit and rub at a languid tempo. Probably something miniscule, not worth mentioning because all your attention is focused on the look on her face (you want to mess up the makeup so badly it’s almost frustrating). And no, you’re not trying to make her cum in five seconds; she’s just really riled up—bundle of nerves and trigger happy. Probably hasn’t been treated this way in a while, probably hasn’t had three fingers twisting around, sliding in and out of that tight wet hole slow enough to make her feel every bit of skin against her walls; fast enough to make her combust if you were to speed up, in, like, forever. 

“I–I…” She’s quite literally mewling, and the sharpness in her voice is so cutting that it makes an incision in a bag inside you that’s keeping all the perverse thoughts at bay. The thoughts are leaking out now, and it’s almost impossible to stuff them back in. You want her against the glass: tits against the window and ass in your hands while you pump and pump and pump into that slick tight hole; you want nothing more but to pick her up and have her lock her legs around you, tight frame flushed against you while you nail her against one of these walls that surround you; you want to unhinge that jaw and watch that pretty mouth—now parted to let the stream of moans flow—take your cock in and out between those kiss-swollen lips and watch the drool leak out the corners of her mouth. Shit. It’s killing you. Jang Wonyoung, dolled up. She’s killing you. 

(No way in hell are thighs meant to be this hot, and lips are not  supposed to look this delicious. Yet Jang Wonyoung somehow goes against every fucking norm, fights it naturally and effortlessly and wins like a seasoned warrior. So just for her case: her thighs can be this hot and flushed, and her lips can look this fucking appetising. You kiss her; it’s sloppy, it’s lewd, it’s hot and everything in between. Mark her neck, mark that row of skin above her right collarbone, mark her everywhere. Cusses are flying—god forbid her agency finds out about the things hse says while she’s getting fingered. She's making a mess out of herself. She’s making a mess out of you.

Fingers, just fingers and she’s already looking like this: hair fanned out, frazzled, looking like she just went through a car wash and yet somehow has her make-up intact. Fuck. You want to watch the mascara run, watch it streak while she tears up as she’s choking down cum and she’s struggling to take in air. Pretty little princess, messy and glacially being turned into some improper slut. It’s hard to not smirk while you ruin her with the same fingers you use to type articles about her—fingers that sing praises and can also make her moan enough to make her throat hoarse.)

The rhythm of your hand makes her body roll. Her toes–painted over, fresh manicure—curl into the sheets. Doe-like eyes stare back at you, plump red lips part to gasp your name, throat muscles strain trying to  curse and moan at the same time. The fingers are gliding in and out and in and out and she’s begging you to not stop (like hell you ever would) in those choke up little sobs while she’s—

Oh fuck baby I can’t I can’t I can’t — Anything. I’ll do anything. Please just let me cum. I’m so fucking close baby. Please just let me fucking cum. I’ll be a good girl. I-I promise I’ll be a good fucking girl for you just… Fuck!

—blue screening on your fingers: lost in the sauce or whatever. Pliant plaything, docile doll. You’re certain she hasn’t gotten off in at least a month if the way she’s taking it is any sort of yardstick. She’s far beyond drenched, far beyond salvation and way off the deep end of the “needy” pool—drowning herself in her own sea of sighs and gasps and moans and loose phonics that slip out of her mouth. Ostinato of your fingers squelching in her cunt; half time rhythm of the creaky bed; melody of the chorus of Jang Wonyoung’s voice—music to your ears.

And there’s lots to unpack from the moment you locate that soft spot at the top of her pussy. There’s a lot of cussing, a lot of jolting, a fair amount of whining and your name is thrown somewhere in that mix. You find her lips, she kisses back, one of her hands grabs your arm, nails dig in and stay there. Flurry of actions, filthy language—fucking hell, someone stop her.

Bottom line: lots of action. You find it congenial to start from the part where it quite literally ends her world. Once your digits curled up into that sensitive patch of flesh, it was all over for her.

You can pinpoint the exact moment where the orgasm rips through her body, the exact moment where her muscles seized so perfectly that her back arches. The pulse around your fingers is strong, walls tight around your digits and your thumb gently rubbing on her clit while the pleasure rolls through her body, molten iron libido converting the feeling between her thighs to electricity that makes her short circuit. The moan is breathy if anyone’s asking, and the look on her face—twisted, perverse satisfaction: superimposing need and want—has a whole foot over the line of pornographic. Wires are fraying in her head, her vocal cords are strained, she’s ruining the sheets with her juices; you’re complicit in every damn part of this, and guilt is the last thing on your mind.

Then her back falls back flat against the mattress, and the sheets ripple as her body makes a dense thump against the bed, punctuating the sigh she releases into the air. Nerves are unbundling themselves. She’s sweaty and panting. Your fingers are beyond soaked.

“Messy,” you muse, slowly drawing your juice slicked fingers out of her cunt. You bring them to her mouth. She languidly tastes herself, sweat-darkened sheets hugging the muscles of her shoulders and lining her ribs. She looks so tiny in the bed if you looked over the fact that her legs were dangling over the edge of the mattress, and that’s easy to do once you lean in for a kiss.

(It’s not hard to slip your tongue into her mouth, and there’s barely any fight left in her as you roll her nipple between your index finger and thumb. The sweat-matted hair sticking to her forehead adds a nice touch to her face.)

“Such a good girl.” Your tone is warm as you praise her, and a hand moves to cup her cheek in an act of tenderness. Her eyelids flutter shut. She puts the weight of her face into your palm. 

“Do I get my reward now?” she whispers, and it’s more of a plea than a question really. You take a moment, not to think, but to drag out the suspense for a little more before you give her an answer. You take guilty pleasure in knowing that you could keep her on tenterhooks for the whole night—the only thing stopping you is the throbbing of your cock in your boxers and the look of sheer need on her face. If you could: you’d drag this out a little longer, maybe tease her a little and call her more names. You still could do that, but you’d much rather fuck her instead. 

“Where do you want it?” your thumbs hook into the waistband of your boxers and hook them down. Your cock springs free from its cottons confines, and Wonyoung’s eyes instantly dart to it. She may be a little obsessed with your cock, but only a little when she’s depraved (which is right now). Before you can even react, she has your shaft in her hand, lanky fingers wrapped around it and pumping it with considerate strokes. 

“I want a big load in my ass.” she requests, far from innocent and banking more towards improper, which seems to be a pretty big theme of hers tonight. “I’ve been wanting to feel daddy’s  hot load leaking out of my ass for a long time…” The strokes delivered to your length grow firmer and firmer by the second. “Please?”

The spikes of pleasure her small hand delivers to your system is really making it hard to say no at the given moment. Of course, she’s well aware of it, and she’s definitely feeling so damn smug right now. And so with a very clouded mind, you nod. She smiles smugly, unaware that you’re about to fuck that smug little smirk rig of her pretty face. Conveniently, she’s already on her back—it’ll make the process so much easier. 

“I take it that the lube is in your bag?” You raise. She grins and nods. 

Sure enough, you find it in the exact same place as it usually is: side pocket, right next to her lipstick. You toss it towards her and move around her, slip her ankles over her shoulders. She lies still, unmoving and obedient as her left calf goes past her head, then her right. You lean forward, and she gasps as she's almost bent her completely in half. She’s flexible; this position won’t bring any harm to her, but it is congenial to ruin her asshole and leave her sore for the next day or so, which is exactly what she wants, but probably not how she imagined herself getting it. She cracks open the lube, and with precision, squirts a generous amount of it on the tight ring of her ass, making eye contact with you all the while as the clear liquid gathers at the puckered ring of muscle. The tube is discarded to a side when she’s done, and she uses her hands to spread her asscheeks for you, inviting you to take your liberties with her hole.

“Come on Daddy,” she urges you. “Come fuck this ass,” she continues, her hands spreading her ass cheeks even wider as you start to line yourself up with the tight ring. “Wreck this fucking hole Daddy, I can fucking take it.”

To hear her say those words was almost enough to have you cum right there and then. You press the tip of your cock at the open, gaping hole of her ass, swirling it around the entrance, collecting more of the copious amounts of lube around it. She was generous with the amount of lube she dispensed; you're about to be generous with the strokes you're gonna make inside that ass.

(She yelps when you slide inside her ass. God does it feel so fucking divine.)

She is so tight and wet and hot that you think you could’ve cum with your first thrust inside her. Her pussy was tight and hot, but her ass was even tighter and even hotter. Even though your cock was slick with lube, it did close to nothing to keep the sheer tightness of her asshole from clenching around you like it was a really small glove. It wasn’t the first time you’ve been inside her ass, but it sure as hell felt like a novelty every single time you entered that tight ring of muscle. Fuck. The heat, the tightness—sublime. You think you could cum in a matter of seconds if you didn’t have self control.

“Go!’ she hisses, through the pain and discomfort. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass!”

You would have been happy to stay there, buried balls deep in Wonyoung’s ass, but her own words goad you into moving—slowly at first, but with a steadily increasing pace, you begin to fuck Wonyoung’s ass with long, slow strokes. She hisses—part glee, part discomfort—as your shaft starts to pump itself in and out of her ass. You draw yourself out till only the base of you tip remains inside of her, and then you thrust back in, hard, hard enough to make her yelp out in pained pleasure while she grits her teeth and watches your rock hard shaft fill her ass. It's a perverse show for her, and it brings you a sort of dark satisfaction in knowing that past all that discomfort she’s feeling, she loves the way your cock stretches her out and fills her defenceless little hole. 

With her ankles over your shoulders, you’re practically spearing yourself vertically into her ass, fucking her deep and making her feel every inch of your throbbing meat inside of that hot, tight hole. Every penetration is punctuated by a deep, guttural groan from Wonyoung, sometimes a curse, or something along the lines of: fuck. So fucking full. You know for a fact that the pained sounds you hear now will turn into airy gaps of pleasure once she gets used to the discomfort, and that she’d probably be a mewling mess by the time you reach the stage where she can take you in and out of her ass with only pleasure in her system and no pain. For now, you’ll settle with the pace you have—slow, long strokes in and out of her ass while she squeezes her eyes to block out all sensations distracting her from enjoying the sensation of her ass being filled with cock. You have to admit that she’s doing a great job at it, and your praise vocalises itself in the rather harsh form of, “what a good little slut.” 

(And here’s something interesting you noted: never once in this whole thing did she ask you to stop, nor did you ever think about stopping to let her adjust. If this was anyone else, you would have given them a moment to breathe upon entering, and you certainly would be checking on their wellbeing throughout it all. 

Thing is—the two of you know her too well to know that you could only dream of stopping once you got started with her, and it could only end in two ways. 1) You cum in her. 2) You cum on her. Edge her and you’ll never get the end of it, you would know. The last time you pulled a stunt on her like that, she left you tied to a chair with a vibrator taped to your cock till you were begging and a cummy mess. It wasn’t pretty. She could dominate if she wanted to, but she preferred to be a manipulative brat instead.)

It’s not long before she’s desensitised to the pain, and your slow pace is not enough, no, not for Wonyoung. Next thing you know it, she hissing for you to go faster, fuck her harder—I told you to fuck my ass Daddy. Don’t hold back on me now—and deeper. She swears, all three languages that she knew strung together shabbily like they were put together on some shitty production line and thrown out at random—and while you made little sense of the sounds coming out of her filthy mouth you knew what they meant.

Harder. Faster. Rougher.

Then you fuck her ass. Hard and fast.

You almost surprised yourself with the liberties you were taking, drilling in and out of her butt with the same speed and depth that you would use with her mouth and pussy.

“Yes!” she shouts—a loud, full shout. “Yes! Fuck me like this! Pound me, fuck me until you cum in my slutty little ass!”

You grunt in reply, because it was all you could do. The faculties of human language have long since abandoned your grasp and ability, and nothing else exists in your mind except the thought of filling her tight, hothole with warm, white semen. Her eyes lock with yours and you only find that they’re full of need, nothing else (not like she’s capable of displaying any other emotion at the moment). The rest of you, every fibre of your being, was focused on pounding Wonyoung’s tight little hole as hard and fast as you possibly could. Her ankles bounce helplessly behind your head, her knees press into her shoulders and her breath is ragged; sweat drips off your forehead and onto her tits, and your hot breath mixes with hers as you struggle to keep yourself propped up with your arms.

In short: the two of you are sweaty and messy (one more so than the other. Take a pick, not sure if there’s a prize for guessing right), victims of lust and slaves to pleasure. You blame Wonyoung just because you can.

For a few delicious moments, there is absolutely nothing in the world aside from the tight hot sheath of flesh around your cock, the warm flesh of her legs against your shoulders and the strands of sweat-slick hair that fly just about everywhere, all topped with the lewd, filthy, obscene words spilling from Wonyoung’s mouth. For a few delicious moments, she feels nothing but the feeling of her tight hole being stretched and used by the cock that turns her face into a wrought outlet of pleasure while she lets filthy words and exclamations spill from her lips. 

Try as you might, you couldn’t have it last forever. Not when you were already so turned on from watching her writhe and twitch under your fingers. Not when the sheer, pure pleasure overwhelming you was more than enough to cause you to cum at any moment.

And when she orgasms for the second time, her ass tightening exponentially around you—there is little you or anyone else could have done to stop the inevitable.

“I’m gonna cum in your ass, Wonyoung,” you hiss through gritted teeth, your lust and pleasure-addled brain on the edge of losing all comprehension.

“Cum with me! Fill me!” 

And so you do it, burying yourself hilt deep inside the quivering woman’s asshole before filling it with the last of your cum, giving her every last drop you had left in your body, leaving rope after rope inside her sore, well-used, cum-filled asshole. You almost black out, and you quite literally have to dig your nails into the sheets while Wonyoung’s own orgasm takes over her body, making her twitch and her ass contract—milking every last bit of cum from your throbbing, twitching length till it was nothing but a dry, hard rod inside of her creamy asshole. 

There’s silence that is punctuated by both of your ragged breaths. She looks at you, you look at her. And the two of you can’t help but chuckle at the mess you’ve made of each other. You want to remember the way her nose wrinkles as she teases you, “you fucking animal”, and you want, so badly, to burn the image of a sweaty, weary Jang Wonyoung, folded in half beneath you like she was a piece of origami paper, panting and gasping as a fresh load of cum spills out of her ass. 

It takes energy, but you bend down and kiss her, letting her sweaty calves slide off your equally sweaty shoulders as you do. She’s satisfied, for now, and she pulls you down next to her on the hotel bed with one hand and gathers the cum leaking out of her ass with the other. 

“Look at this,” she whispers, and your eyes train themselves on the pearlescent, sticky, slimy, fluids that run down from her fingertips slowly. “You made such a big mess inside my ass,” she chides before bringing her fingers to her mouth and sucking your cum right off her fingers like it’s a delicacy. “Now I have to clean all of this up. You’re lucky I like the way your cum tastes.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Um… Ew?”

Wonyoung smirks and gently nudges you with her left foot.

“It’s okay,” she tells you, all smug and everything. “I know you love the way I taste too.”

* In the dark, her small hand creeps around your torso and grasps yours. 

“You’re awake, aren’t you?” She’s whispering right into your ear, and it’s a sensation you want to be able to hold on to for the rest of your life. “I know your eyes are open.” The feel of her small fingers rolling the knuckle of your index finger sticks itself in your head like a post-it. “ I can hear and feel you tossing, you know?”

Okay. No dodging. 

The sheets stay still as your shoulders turn. You roll over, face her, and you really just want to capture the way the night lights paint her face: doe-like eyes reflecting glimmering pools of moonlight, warm yellow light painting her cute-yet-so-fucking-gorgeous face in a manner that not even Van Goh could copy, lips parted slightly as if in mid speak. She’s right there—you can kiss her if you really want to.

“Are you still mad at me?” She asks, tender with her tone. “I know that I fucked up, okay?” You can tell that she’s not even trying to look pitiful at the moment, but the way her face is sculpted really makes you want to just hold her to your chest and stroke her hair. Sincere are her words—heart heaved into her mouth. “I don’t blame you if you’re still mad. It’s your right. But… Just hear me out? Please?”

If you were mad, you wouldn’t have let her hold your hand the way she was now. If you were mad, you would’ve pretended to be fast asleep; ignore her pleas and just close your eyes and fall asleep. Alas, you can never stay mad at her for too long.

“I was… Never really angry, Wony.” Your tone is a lot softer than you would ever expect, but you know it’s because you probably needed this talk more than she did. “I... I’m sorry if it came across that way.”

And she studies you for a moment, lets the sound of your breathing fill the space as she furls her upper lip into her front teeth, and it’s a perfect moment for you to try and understand what’s happening in her head. She’s a complex creature really; understanding her is like finding a meaning that everyone can agree on when you look at abstract art.

Down below, you can still hear the cars moving through the street. Billboards and screens are still on, and from the window in your bedroom, multi-coloured lights filter into the room past the blinds like moonlight through bamboo leaves. The sheets you lie in are fresh, and they feel nice and smooth against your skin, and they smell like roses. The mattress creaks a little as Wonyoung shifts her weight, and you have to admit that you’re half-drunk on the scent of her shampoo. 

“You must have been scared,” she whispers. “I’m sorry. I got really emotional. I… I shouldn’t have walked out. I’m sorry.”

You didn’t know how to reply to that. Not now at least. Maybe it’ll come to you the next morning.

You give her a sweet smile. You hug her to your chest. You want to remember how she feels in your arms.

*

The gentle trickle of water down the arch of her spine is really something—a steady stream flowing down her back, running over the muscles of her shoulders, the curve of her breasts and fraying at her plump ass. You can’t remember the last time you showered with her, but you certainly remember the view being this good. 

In the shower of room 302, Jang Wonyoung lets the warm water hit her skin from the rain shower nozzle. Her hair—wet and freshly shampooed (and conditioned)—sticks to her back. Creamy skin glistens, small beads of water affix themselves to random parts of her body, stay there for one or two seconds, then roll down in streaks, almost as if they too were admiring Wonyoung’s well-sculpted figure.

Slim fingers grasp locks of hair. She lifts and looks over her shoulder, the whisper of a grin on her face as she shoots a beckoning wink. “Are you gonna help me soap my back? Or are you just gonna keep staring at my ass?”

“Don’t you have to, like, turn off the water first?” you ask, and you already know what she’s gonna say, but you just want to hear her say it. For memory sake.

“Mmmm.” Her humming as she ‘ponders’ reverberates in the shower, floating over the sound of water from the shower head falling to the floor like rain. “No… Adds to the atmosphere, don’t you think?” 

Ah. There we go.

“Then could you at least step back?” you request. This shower is comically huge—long length, breadth about the same length as your arm span. In the space, she looks so tiny, but you know for a fact that she could probably walk to the other end of the shower in a stride. You’re not one to disregard the facts, but you do like to live with a bit of imagination.

Wonyoung chuckles, low and sonorous. She pushes her hair over her shoulder, then—painfully slowly—walks back till she’s out of the stream of water. Water wastage is the last thing on her mind. She stops when she feels your hands on her back, and she looks over her shoulder, expectant. You move your hands and the soap lathers as it’s spread. You start from the centre of her back, rubbing gently in the section where the muscles of her shoulders meet and working your way outwards and upward to her shoulders. Then it’s down from there, your palms moving in small circles and covering every inch of skin.

“You’re good at this,” she mutters, watching with intent as your hands start to trail to her lower back. “Maybe you should’ve been a masseuse instead of a writer.”

“Uh… Patronising much?” You chuckle, watching as her back muscles twitch a little when you apply gentle pressure. “The pay’s about the same,” the soap makes patterns across the area above her ass—spirals of foam that stick to her skin like styrofoam flowers. “The hours are probably the same… But I don’t think I can live on rubbing someone’s back really hard. I Think I’ll just save this service for you, but only for when we meet.”

Humored, Wonyoung offers a giggle, high pitched and cutting above the sound of water striking the floor tiles. She shifts her weight to her right foot, making her body slant a little. Her skin is soft under your palms. Your hands are going lower and lower, slowly spiralling towards the curve of her ass that’s literally just a centimetre away.

“You know…If you take up my offer, you can do this for me everyday.”

Your hands slow to a stop. You raise your head a little to find her searching for your gaze over her shoulder. “Oh?”

“Yea.” Her voice is low, like a mother trying to persuade her child to eat their vegetables. “Every night, we can be like this: you soaping my back, us chatting… Doesn’t it sound wonderful?”

Your lip furls behind your front teeth. “Yea… It really does.”

And in her gaze, you sense her sensing your apprehension. “What’s stopping you from taking it up then?”

(For context, here’s the deal proposed by her company: the two of you go public with the relationship, get clout for the company, and Starship will let you lead your lives together—no qualms, no disturbances. She can visit you whenever, live with you, appear outside together with you like it’s a regular Tuesday night; you get to date the girl you fell in love with all those years ago for real. Only issue: once you get the last stroke of your signature out on the contract, you practically agree to blurring the line between your private and public life. Press will be all over you like ants after you step on their nest, you probably won’t get to enjoy a cup of coffee in peace, everyone will suddenly want to curry favours with you… Was it worth the sacrifice?)

You find it hard to meet her eyes, and so your gaze affixes itself on your hands. It’s not like you don’t love her or anything, but your apprehension makes you feel like shit. It shouldn’t be this hard to say yes, yet the idea of selling your life of privacy to live a life with her makes you screech to a halt at the crossroads. Sometimes (in these moments), you wished that you didn’t always make decisions with your head and your heart. 

As the shower continues to run, Wonyoung slowly turns around. One hand finds yours, the other gently takes you by the chin and raises your eyes up to her. She’s tall, and the two of you are staring eye to eye; same height, different trains of thought.

The hand on yours guides you to her breast. Eyes locked with yours, she lays your palm flat against her tit. The skin beneath your fingers is slippery, but it doesn’t remove any of the familiarity from the sensation. Then she squeezes, and the flesh spills out between your fingers like putty. She gasps—airy. 

“Don’t you want me?” She whispers, and it’s raunchy more than anything. It isn’t aggressive, but it’s certainly blurring the line between demanding and caring. “Don’t you want to be able to fuck this pretty little pussy every night?”

She’s really far from home base. “Wony…”

“Don’t you love owning me?” She’s squeezing harder. Her knee twitches. Sopa’s spilling out of your fingers. You’re certain that you’re gonna mark her. She doesn’t care. “Don’t you want me all over you? Every night?”

“It’s not that Wonyoung.”

“Then what’s on your mind?” She’s not prodding for an answer, nor is she trying to demand a reason for your silence. She wants to understand you, to internalise what’s going on inside your head. You have no reason to lie.

“Will it all really be okay?” you ask sincerely. “My family, my life… Will… Will it all really be…”

She understands where you’re coming from (if the relieving of pressure around her own breast is any indication), and she’s starting to tune herself to the frequency of your worries. “If you’re wondering if you’re gonna be harassed—you won’t.”

“Yea but—”

“I promise you: I will do everything I can to make sure that you will be safe. You and your family–if so much as a finger is laid on any of you, I will quit.”

“Wonyo—”

“No one will intrude on you. You won’t have to live with the flashing lights. I give you my word: I will make sure that everyone who wants to invade your privacy will leave you alone. You and your family will all be left alone.”

If it’s possible for sincerity to ring clear, Jang Wonyoung has absolutely made it happen. Sweet like honey; she’s left you feeling like you had a spoonful of it. And just for good measure, she steps closer and repeats once more: “I promise.”

Considering that your hand was at the left side of her chest, this was really a “I swear. Hand to my heart” type of deal (whether it’s intended or not is purely up to your discretion). 

And as you gaze into those eyes, you want to remember the way she gazes at you softly, gently, tenderly. If it weren’t for your hand on her tit, you would’ve considered this one of the more tender moments you’ve shared with her. Not that it’s not or anything… Just that it’s a little hard to call this a loving moment when you can literally feel her nipple poking into the flesh of your palm at all times of the conversation.

“Are you sure you won’t land yourself in trouble?” you ask her, and she’s quick to scoff.

“Of course. I make too much fucking money fo those higher up fuckers to not listen to me,” she reminds you. 

Well… Then that settles about everything then.

“Okay,” you tell her. “Okay… I’ll do it.”

The corners of her lips play up in a smile. She leans in, kisses you—no tongue, closed mouth—and lets the hand keeping yours at her breast fall. Long arms wrap around your waist and she pulls you close, flushing her tight frame against your body. When lips part, she whispers a soft I love you, a sparkle in eyes that lingered for a moment.

But only for a moment.

Then—without you noticing—her hand snakes down and grips your rapidly hardening shaft, and she squeezes. This time, the line between demanding and caring is clear as day, and she’s chosen to play her ball to the court of demanding. With a gleam in her eye, she begins stroking with her closed fist, and she pumps your stiff length at a slow but steady rhythm, adding an occasional twisting motion to her wrist, corkscrewing her fingers around your cock, increasing the pleasurable shocks she was sending through your system with each pump of her hand. It was almost like she wasn’t the sweetest, loving girl in the whole world just two seconds ago.

“Jesus fucking…” You can’t even finish your sentence. Your teeth grit. Your fists clench. It’s hard to breathe. “Maybe… A little bit of a heads up next time?”

She smirks proudly, watching as you tilt your head back and let out a groan. “Where’s the fun in that?” And gently, she pushes against your chest, guides you to the wall. When your back presses against the cool tile, she presses herself against you. She leans in, hot breath on your skin, and then the feeling of her lips against your jaw almost makes you yelp. She kisses a path down your jaw, paves a way towards your neck to get cheeky: sucking, nibbling, licking the skin of your neck while she keeps the movement of her hands slow and considerate. The shower continues to run.

Do you know—she breaks contact with your skin for just a second—how fucking horny—her breath’s tickling your ear, sending shivers down your spine—you make me?—and she squeezes a little harder around your shaft, not enough for it to hurt, but enough to feel you throb in your hand and make you gulp a little. She starts going faster—jerking, fucking pumping your length in her closed fist, and it’s almost impossible to keep your eyes open; your eyelids flutter shut. Your head rests against the wall, a sigh slipping past your lips. It’s filthy really—down from the way she catches you off guard to the way she makes your skin sore after she’s done feasting. Almost every interaction with her in a private space is as X-rated as this; it’s hard not to get into a situation like this around her. You know: a situation where the two of you are naked and getting really touchy and actively trying to get each other as many times as humanly possible. 

“Fuck yes baby…” you rasp, your nails starting to eat into your palms as she the sound of her hand sliding up and down your dick starts to cut above the steady stream of water. With each rise of her hand, the pad of her thumb plays with the head of your member, and when it sinks down, she twists her wrist in a screwing motion. Rinse and repeat; up and down and up and down and fuck. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

She hums in reply, and she has your earlobe between her teeth the next second, nicking you mischievously, sending small pricks of pain shooting through your system as she adjusts her grip on your cock without ever breaking her motion. Next thing you know, your tongue is inside your ear, and she’s leaning in so close that when you open your eyes, you’re practically looking over her shoulder, looking down the curve of her back that glistens with moisture and soap bubbles.

“I love this cock so fucking much,” she whispers, a bit of a hiss in her words as she takes the head of your cock between her forefinger and thumb and pinches lightly. “It stretches me out when I need it.” her fingers start to trail down your slipper shaft, letting the smoothness of her palm rub against your whole length, “fills me when I want it.” She’s milking the precum out of you, making you all leaky and squirmy as she starts pumping faster. “And it’s so fucking big that I can choke on it. You know how much I love being choked.”

She chooses that last bit to make eye contact with you, and she’s practically served you what she wants next on a silver platter. The next move is clear cut and simple; no words need be spoken. You were going to fuck her—and you mean properly fuck her—with a hand wrapped around that small throat. How you were gonna do it was still a mystery, but you figured that it’d slowly come to you, but it will definitely be related to the mirror and the sink outside and the mirror in front of it. At once, you reach over to the handle of the shower, and you turn it down to the handheld showerhead mode. Wonyoung bites her bottom lip, perverse glee painted all over her face as you use it to wash the soap off her back. She’s watching, waiting, probably drenched down there and aching to be stuffed full of cock.

She’s almost shaking with excitement as you finish washing all the soap off her body. You’d hardly consider her clean, but it won’t hurt to hop back into the shower again once you're done with her. The shower door swings open and you’re cupping her pussy, dripping wet while stumbling out with her, lips locked on hers and her hand on your cock as you push her against the sink of her hotel room. From the moment her mouth opens and let the moans pour out while you rub her clit to the moment her hand leaves your cock to cradle your face, she’s practically radiating need from the pores of her skin. You can’t help but playfully remark, “you’re such a fucking loser”, while your thumb thumps against her clit and sends pleasure tearing through her system. Weak in the knees, she holds on to you for support.

And the moans (those fucking hair-raising moans), they tumble out of those plump lips like marbles down a ramp, and they mix with the sound of your lips smacking against her skin as you start to leave a trail of kisses down her neck, doing to her what she did to you in the shower; you give her a taste of her own medicine, and the way she’s titling her head back to let you mark her freely makes it almost seem as if it’s the intended outcome of her actions. It’s like she knew that you would get back at her, and it wouldn’t come as a surprise if you ever find out that she gets off on knowing that she can manipulate you in her own bratty ways—get you wrapped around her finger and have you doing all the things she wants you to do without having to tell you. Not that you have something to gripe about it, but you’re just so amused (and that’s just one word to describe how you feel) by how she goes about her ways.

“Come on,” she manages to whisper, all while you’re busy sucking on the skin just below her collarbone till it’s sore. She has a lot of pride in her voice for someone who’s quite literally quivering. “You know you want to fuck me. Give me a good creampie again.” 

You lift your head for a moment, and you take in the look of almost childlike excitement on her face as your hand finds its way to her throat. It’s perverse excitement, that lewd exhilaration of knowing that she was about to get what she wanted, and albeit a little messed up, it was pretty hot in its own way. When your fingers gently wrap themselves around her throat, you can feel every muscle in her body tense in anticipation, as if she didn’t get enough from the bedroom earlier.

“Up on the counter baby. Let me see how messy you are down there,” you whisper.

She knows what to do, and she has herself propped up on the counter and engaged in open mouth kissing. She doesn’t need you to tell her to spread her legs, and she definitely doesn’t need you to tell her how cute she sounds when your fingers slip inside of her, feeling around the mess you’ve made of her and coating your digits in her fluids. Your index and middle finger are slick with her juices when you retract them from inside her, and you can’t help but chuckle. 

“Messy as ever,” you muse, making a show of sucking her juices clean off your fingers. She’s sweet and borderline tangy—a taste that you’re accustomed to, and you will never get tired of it. She’s biting down on her lower lip, the skin wrinkling under the pressure of her front teeth as she makes a sound that’s close to a purr. 

“You made the mess.” She has her eyes locked on yours as you raise an eyebrow, prompting her to follow up after her first statement. Not that you didn’t know what was coming, but more that you wanted to gently coax it out of her, because it was so fucking hot to hear what she had to say next. “You clean it up.”

And you’re more than happy to oblige. She watches you with intent eyes as you sink down to your knees, waits with bated breath as you lower your face till the glistening, pink folds of her pussy are right in front of your face, flushed thighs around your ears. Her excitement is almost palpable, and you can hear the sharp inhale she takes when your palm finds its place on the inside of her left thigh, pushing gently to give you better access to her heat (you’re really just trying to drag out the tension if you were being completely honest with yourself). You lick your lips, lean forward till your mouth is hovering above her slit. 

“You better moan for me this time,” you tell her, and you’re making sure to make your breath hit her slick as you speak. “You have such a wonderful voice. Put it to use.”

Praise mixed with the slight hint of authority—it’s enough to make her nod furiously and implore you with doe eyes to just get on with it. With a smirk, your lips find the swollen nub at the top of her entrance. You suck on it. Hard. And almost at once, her thighs clamp around your ears and her hand is on your head, like it’s some sort of natural instinct for her when you’re eating her out. Keeping to her word, she cries out—keening, whiny and ever so fucking bratty, and it’s the the holy grail of every wet dream. Nothing in the world could bring you more satisfaction than that shrill, airy cry she lets out when the pleasure ripples through her body, and you’re just getting started. 

Your mouth opens and your tongue flattens itself against her folds, (She tastes so good. You want all of it, all of her) and you drag it up her folds, deliberately, painfully slow as you start to lick up that wet cunt. Her back arches; you can feel her struggling to keep a hold of your head; she throws her head back and lets out a gasp; her thighs clamp down a little harder around your head. The pleasure in her system builds up with the slow movement of your tongue, only rising and rising as you lick from the base of her slit to the mid section to the top. When the tip of your tongue flicks her clit, it's almost like an explosion, enough for her other hand to join its pair atop your head, enough to make her cry out in a perverse plea, “Daddy, please!”

(For the record: she’s wanted this from the moment you guys stepped into the shower. She’s willingly turned herself into some pliant little plaything, and she’s probably getting off so hard to it. Frankly, if she wanted to order you around, you’d be up to it, but this is what she prefers.)

And nothing else needs to be said really. You put your whole mouth on her—relishing the shiver that runs up from her thighs up to her body—and get right into making a wreck of her. You lick, you devour, you ravish her: working your mouth on her pussy, lapping up the juices that spill forth from flushed lips with broad, sharp strokes that make her body grow taut and her legs quiver. You tongue her clit, lick up sweet fluids, make her messy and needy and hot in all the right areas till she’s drilling her nails into the back of your scalp and pushing your face against her sweet slick. In half whispers, she tells you just how good you make her feel—oh Daddy I’m so fucking wet!—and you feel a dark part of yourself be fed by these lecherous words—Oh god oh fuck I’m gonna fucking cum if you keep… Fuck!—that leave her half-parted mouth and linger in the air, reminding you of just how wanton she is and how you’re the only person in the world she ever wants to fuck and be satisfied by. You’re hers; she’s yours—a relationship with Jang Wonyoung that any guy would kill for. 

“Daddy—” she gaps, her voice a whole octave higher than it should be as her nails turn into claws at the back of your head. “Fuck I’m cumming. Daddy I’m cumming!”

The pulsing of her pusy against your tongue grows. You continue licking, lapping. One stroke, two strokes—three. She moans, blue screens. You hazard a look up.

Nothing else matters. Only: the sight of that back arching off the marble counter, her thighs around your head trembling and quaking as her hips roll and her mouth parts in a silent scream. You’re certain that there’s blood being drawn from the back of your head, but you're more certain that she’s got enough heat in her core to melt molten iron but a lack of breath that makes her gasp for air as you lick and lick and lick your way into her. You can feel her orgasm getting closer by the second, it’s in her breathing, and in the way her hips are practically thrusting her into your mouth.

And just like the bathrobe from earlier, she comes undone—falls apart and ceases to keep control of her body. She tenses, her thighs go rigid around your ears. Her breath is caught in her throat, her eyes are closed. You stop your work, admire the way she glows as her body twitches and her face twists. Pleasure rips its way through her muscles, her nerves—splits her very being in half as the orgasm rolls through her system. She’s beautiful, and she’s a messy work of art that you’ve created. 

You rise to your feet as she winds down, and her hands leave your head to rest on the counter while her body struggles to process the aftermath of that orgasm. It’s not the first time she’s cum for the night, and it certainly won’t be the last. Her eyes open, and she instantly locs them on you as you brush back some of the hair that sticks to her sweat slicked face. You take her hand and give a gentle tug, and she slips off the counter obediently. You grip her jaw—tenderly but rough enough for her to like it—and tell her to turn around. Servile, she obeys, and in the reflection of the mirror, she watches as your hand snakes its way to her throat and grips it. You’re not squeezing, not yet. 

“I’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy now,” you drawl, gripping your shaft in your hand and slapping it against her slit. The contact makes her shudder, but she remains silent as you place a kiss on her cheek. “Your face is gonna be so pretty when I choke you and fill you.”

“Yes Daddy.” Her reply is a whisper, a borderline drawl that’s airy and raunchy and makes your hairs stand on their ends. She’s looking at you through the mirror, plump lips slightly parted and eyes glassy. “Own me. I’m yours, forever.”

And you’re all too happy to hear that from her.

You slip into her, hilt yourself inside her in one swift motion. 

(Tight. Hot. Wet. So tight.)

She lets out a sigh, low and sonorous, harmonising with your own groan as you press her against the edge of the counter and make the fingers around her throat squeeze. The sound that leaves her throat is the sound of her sigh being truncated, and it delights that dark part of you. Being inside Wonyoung was otherworldly, as it always was, but here, in the bathroom of her hotel, on the night where you’ve agreed to seal a deal with her, she felt downright heavenly.  She squeezes her walls around you, her body thankful for the sensation of being filled by cock, if the intense tightness and slick wetness were any indication; she looks over her shoulder and bites her bottom lip. And when she has your gaze, she mouths something. 

Fill me.

The silence is deafening, but it’s all you need to hear. 

When you withdraw your glistening shaft for the first time you relish in the feel of her walls gripping you, not wanting to release you—but just as quickly they welcome you back inside as you penetrate her again. Soon you are pumping in and out of her at a slow, steady pace, her soft gasps turning quickly into long, drawn out moans as she is fucked against the marble. Her hands steady her body against the counter, her back arched in a way that lets you get a wonderful top-down view of her breasts as they roll together with her body. It’s a concerted effort, but she makes it seem effortless. 

“Be honest.” With the hand around her throat, her voice sounds a little hoarse. It’s hot. “Do you think about this, Daddy? About fucking me like a good little slut?”

“Wonyoung,” you reply, speaking through your gritted teeth. “You have no,” and you punctuate the sentence there with a deeper thrust into her tight slick, a thrust strong enough for her to let out a strained gasp. “fucking idea…”

(In the mirror, you watch as she curls her lips into her mouth and tilts her head back into your shoulder, like she’s submitting her whole being to you and letting you take liberties with her body. You take the invitation, and your free hand finds itself on one of her soft mounds and gives it a squeeze—rough but tender enough to elicit a low moan from her throat that makes your hand around it vibrate pleasantly. 

At the given moment, she’s doing all she can to make herself a pretty little fuckdoll for you, doing her best to encourage you to treat her rough, treat her like you own her. She wants nothing more but to feel the rockhard meat penetrating her tight little cunt stretch her out and fill her the way she wants, all while she’s begging and pleading obsequiously while being obsessed with your cock. It’s a lot to take in for her for sure, but she gets off on it, and you get off on it too—the fact that she’s being all needy and pleading just so she can implicitly tell you to fuck her till she’s raw and can’t fucking walk the next morning. The fact that she’s actually in control while being such a bottom. Bratty manipulation.)

“Then fuck me Daddy,” she tells you, almost pleading. “Use this pretty little pussy. I want it. I fucking need it.”

With her invitation to do more with her body, you’re more than ready to do what you’ve intended to do from the very start. You increase your tempo, and before long you are truly fucking her, drilling in and out of the tight hot warmth of her body with quick, deep strokes. With each stroke you don’t pull out more than halfway—you concentrate instead on pumping hard and fast, getting as deep as you could inside her given your standing position. She takes it well, like she was made for this. In her world, this was what fucking looked like, and it was the only definition that she was going to live with and she’d take it to the grave. She indulges in the roughness, the almost animal-like way your cock fills her again and again and again, all while she encourages you with cries and moans and sighs that are music to your ears. 

And a notion hits you: she’s going to make you fuck her till she’s the only thing you can possibly think about. She’s going to draw out every single primal urge within you, make you want her like she’s some form of drug and you’re the abuser, and then she’s going to get exactly what she wants—your cum in her pussy. You can’t let her win like that, you can’t. You can tell that to yourself now, but you’re not sure if you can remember it later, not when she practically reeks of the strongest possible sillage of sex. 

Her pussy throbs around you, pulse strong and just a beat behind your thrusts as you thrust yourself in and out of her slick walls, filling her up and drawing yourself out before filling her up yet again. Pure filth spills from her mouth, expletives, sordid sighs and cries and any sound or word that comes to mind. She's a quivering and squirming mess, and from the mirror you enjoy the way she’s almost writhing in against the counter. Ample breasts bounce with each thrust that shocks her body, and it’s almost hypnotic if it weren’t for the fact that that pretty face was stealing the show. The face that was marvelled, the face that was the source of jealousy, the face that was on the face of so many magazines and posters and adored by millions, if not billions—scrunched up, improper and so fucking lewd that it looked like it belonged in a porno instead of an idols face, and you take pleasure in the fact that your cock is ruining the face of a princess, turning her dissolute and so fucking needy that she was as good as a fan begging her for an autograph. This side of her was reserved for you, and only you—her duality is reserved for your eyes only. 

Her body is slick with sweat, rubbing against your own sweaty torso while her body rolls together with your thrusts. “Fuck—” you’re saying, but it comes out as more of a growl than anything given how hard yur teeth are clenching. Your fingers squeeze tighter around her throat. The slightly reduced airflow at her throat causes her pussy to clench even tighter around you—and the added tightness brings succulent pleasure to your mind that makes you think you’re going insane. You probably are at this rate. “This pussy. It’s so fucking good baby.”

Her reply is a strained gasp, but you get the gist of what she wants to say. She wants, so badly, to tell you how good your cock is making her feel, how well it fucks her, how well it fills her and stretches her and how it’s her favourite thing in the whole world. The squelch of your cock filling her pussy is loud, but not loud enough to drown out the smacking of skin against skin as you press more of your weight against her, pushing her a little more into the corner of the counter and a little more over the line of pathetic. She moans in response to your actions, and it’s telling you: fuck. Harder. It’s better when it hurts. 

And you can feel her juices leaking down the back of her thighs, wetting your crotch and making the smack of skin against skin louder than ever, almost as if it was an announcement: I’m being fucked like a good little slut and I love it. She doesn’t know what she’s doing to you,and for clarity, it’s something along the lines of turning you absolutely feral with her moans and the divine tightness of her pussy that makes you want to cum on the spot. Okay,maybe she is cognizant of how crazy she makes you when you fuck her, but you barely have the capacity to think, let alone rationalise wether thai girl in your arms that your chocking and fucking feel smug in knowing that she’s driving you insane. 

Oh and she loves it when you play with her tits. The way you fondle them is almost aggressive. Scratch that—it’s really fucking aggressive. You’re slapping her tits, leaving red marks all over the milky white skin and pinching and twisting the stiff nubs atop her breasts, all while she mewls and cries out in that strained voice that makes you throb even harder inside of her wet walls and makes you grit your teeth like your a dog waiting to chew on a bone. 

“D-Daddy,” she pushes out, past the fingers that close her airways and past her groans and moans and sighs. “Harder.” And your thrusts are starting to cut her off, but she has more to say. When it comes out, each word that she spits out is punctuated by a thrust of cock into her pussy, and it’s the hottest thing you’ll ever hear. 

Fuck.

You thrust deep inside her. 

Me.

Your cock drives itself deep into her, slicking itself with her juices.

Harder.

And if words could linger in the air, hers certainly would. 

You fuck her hard, and fast, and deep—hammering her into the counter, nailing her defenseless pussy with a pace that you would have thought was rough and callous were it not for the fact you knew this was exactly how she wanted it. All she can do is hang on, grasp onto the counter with a knuckle-white grip with her hands as you take your liberties with her body, fucking her as hard as you can, as deeply as she can take it. The cups on the counter shake, the toothbrush inside one of them shaking under the force. It’s loud,  but you hear none of it. You hear only the sharp sighs of pleasure that leave Wonyoung’s lips, and the wet slap slap slap of your crotch as it hammers her cunt again and again and again, your cock drilling her, pounding her, making her yours if you weren’t already doing that.

It takes a little long, but the haze of lust parts for a moment for you to realise that you're getting closer and closer to getting what she wants out of you. While the thought of burying yourself inside of that quivering, pulsing pussy to let it milk every last drop of cum from you is ever so enticing, that small part of you that wants to own her pushes you to fight against the urges. Not that there’s any harm in giving her what she wants, but it’s just that you don’t want to reward her bratty, manipulative tactics. She knew for a fact that she could tie you up and ride you over and over till you were dry—she’d done it before. But instead, she’s chosen to fulfil her needs in a less direct manner, maybe for fun or maybe just because she felt like it. 

“Yes,” Wonyoung hisses, spit flying into the mirror and her palms slipping on the counter. “Just like this Daddy.” And she’s making sure to make eye contact with you through the mirror, letting her eyes do most of the talking. If anyone’s curious, the look she gives you is saying, I’m your good little slut. Fuck me. Use me. Fill me. Please, and it's nothing short of hot and tethering far over the line of lewd. At this point, neither of you are in a state where you're capable of coherent thought, nor are you capable of thinking about anything else except each other’s bodies and the wet, lewd squelching of cock filling Wonyoung’s pussy. It goes on and on and on, a cycle of your hips hammering the back of her legs and your cock spearing deep into her cunt.  She takes it so well, drinking you in hungrily, coiling around your shaft like a snake as if it was begging for you to stay in her forever. The sight is enough to make your balls tingle and your toes curl, and your hand around Wonyoung's throat tightens to the point where the only thing that can leave her lips is a groan as her airflow is reduced. 

She’s tighter, hotter, wetter. Her pussy fits you like a glove, moulding around your cock as it pumps in and out of her at a pace that you had no idea you were capable of. The hand around her neck is nothing but an outlet of pleasure for you, and she’s loving it. “Such a good girl,” you mutter, watching from the mirror as her mouth slacks and opens while she’s being pumped full of cock. “You were made to take Daddy’s cock, weren’t you?”

Her equivalent of a yes is a sharp, strained groan—an amalgamation of phonics and whatever sounds the lack of air flowing to her throat permits her to make. She’s so fucking messy down there, and your cock is sliding in and out of her with ease, aided by her slick juices that coat your shaft and let it disappear and reappear from between her legs with ease. The motion is almost graceful if it weren’t for the fact that it was a sordid one, and you take a moment to admire the way your shaft glistens in the light of the bathroom while you fuck her the way she wants it: rough, hard and tethering over the edge of callous. If it weren’t for the hand around her throat, she’d be making herself hoarse with all the moaning she’d be doing.

And the hand around her throat is bringing her so much pleasure, if the way her pussy squeezes around you when you choke her is any indication. She wasn’t lying when she said she liked being choked. While she didn’t like gagging on your cock, she sure as hell loved it when your fingers clasped around the muscles and made her gasp. She liked the sensation of being deprived of air, be it when she was riding or when she has her kness buried into her shoulders and was being fucked into the bed like a slut. You were always afraid of hurting her, but when she shots you that look, the one that says, come on, you can do better, you know that she’s getting exactly what she wants, just the way she likes it. It was just a matter of how hard you squeeze around her throat before she either cums or passes out, though the latter has rarely happened before the former.

“Daddy!” she chokes, and you know exactly what she’s about to say next. So you release her throat from her grasp, bunch a lock of her hair in your closed fist and you pull back. Her eyes squeeze themselves shut. Her back arches deliciously, her voice now free to finish shat she’s aching to announce. “I’m fucking…”

You never expect her to finish her sentence. Wonyoung’s eyes open, and a gasp leaves her open lips. Her walls, already vice-like, tighten so hard around you that you think you might come there and then. You feel how close she is. 

“Fucking cum for me, Wonyoung. Cum around my cock like a good little slut.”

Wonyoung does as she is told—and the quivering, trembling orgasm she experiences is almost frightening in the way it overwhelms her body, turning her into a wet, hot mess. Her pussy tightens and pulsates, her fingers claw against the marble counter, and her entire lower body shakes violently, as though she had lost control of her nerves and muscles. For a few beautiful seconds she is utterly overwhelmed by the sensations, until finally she slumps forward in your grasp, breathing heavily. 

It's good. It's so good, but it's not quite enough to get you to your finish. Not yet.

(And if anyone’s asking: it’s not that the sex isn’t good. It’s mind blowing, amazing, and whatever word that can be used to describe “fucking incredible”.  She’s hot, so tight and fucking soaked down there. You’re horny, throbbing and on the verge of filling her full of your seed. But you’ve said it before and you’ll say it again—you’re not rewarding bratty manipulation. As tempting as it would have been to simply pound her from behind until you gave her needy pussy the load of semen she so desperately wanted, you knew that there was something even better that you could do.)

You pull out of Wonyoung, your shaft glistening under the hotel light. Her eyes are wide with shock as you withdraw yourself from her body, pulling her away from the counter—but only enough to have her lean back against you and not stand up completely. Her mouth opens to say something, but she's interrupted when you turn her face to you and kiss her. She moans into your mouth, and you swallow it, your tongue slipping into her mouth and massaging her own, lapping at the roof of her mouth as her tongue swirled around your own. You bite her lower lip, and it's not rough, but enough to get her attention. When her eyes flutter open, you whisper, "I'm not finished."

She nods, and you relish the disappointment in her eyes. You turn her around, push down gently on her shoulders. She goes with the motion, and you're not sure if you can ever get over the image of Wonyoung on her knees with her pretty little face staring at you with anticipation. You think about fucking her face, letting your cock thrust into the back of her throat over and over and over till you finally bury yourself inside and cum down her throat, but that would just be a repeat telecast of every other night with her. Spice things up; give her the liberty of creativity with your cock. 

And of course, Wonyoung perfectly understands what has to be done. You step up to her. She parts her lips and takes your cock right into her mouth. Grasping the base of your cock and pumping it with one hand while she gently cups and squeezes your balls with the other, Wonyoung quickly launches into a hard and fast blowjob, taking the top half of your cock in and out of her wet mouth with a rapid pace while her fingers work your shaft in a corkscrew motion, just like she did in the shower. The suction of her mouth is almost lethal, and the audacity she has to look up at you while she takes your cock in and out of her mouth is so exhilarating that it makes you weak in the knees. Your hand finds a clump of her sweaty hair, and you close your fingers around it, holding them in your fist. No, you weren’t going to push her head down onto your cock; you had to give her the space to work on her craft. 

And of course, she exceeds every expectation out there. Your eyes shut involuntarily, your brain unable to handle any sensations beyond the wet, hot cavern of Wonyoung’s mouth sealed tightly around your shaft with tight, soft lips. With the first entry into her mouth her wet tongue is pressed tightly against the underside of your shaft, lathering it with her spit. With each subsequent entry her tongue becomes more adventurous, beginning with quick swipes left and right on your shaft with each entry and ending each exit with a swirl of the tip around the head of your cock. While she tastes herself on your cock, letting her juices mix with saliva, her hands work in perfect concert with her mouth, one joining her lips at your shaft and pumping up and down, a twisting motion to her wrist while her free hand works gently with your dangling balls, fondling them with considerate fingers. She plays with them softly yet hastily, her fingertips working their magic between the sacs with expert attention.

You are content to stand there with your eyes shut, simply enjoying the feel of your cock pumping in and out of her mouth at a fervent pace, but a small part of you knew that you had to see it happening in order to truly believe it was all real—and so with a not insignificant amount of self-control, you force eyes open to watch the spectacle unfolding between your legs. Black locks bob up and down frantically above your cock, doe-like eyes glazed with pure lust staring right up at you as her cheeks hollow and her jaw unhinges even more to accommodate your length. 

It all becomes too much, and it hits you all at once—having her pump your shaft in the shower, eating her out then fucking her—and you quickly find yourself nearing that inevitable peak.

“Fuck, Wony—” is all you manage to say before your orgasm overtakes your world.

Wonyoung releases your cock from her mouth a split second before you erupt, shooting long, thick strands of hot semen all over her pretty little face. Her face glazes over in pleasure and you are all too happy to watch as strand after strand of cum lands on her cheeks, her pretty little nose, and finally her open mouth and jaw. You watch, through half-lidded eyes drunk with pleasure, as the thick streams of cum flow down her face, dripping onto her upper chest and those perfect breasts of hers. Her face is flushed and her mouth open, as though she herself was on the verge of orgasm (she probably was, and she was going to make it your problem as soon as she got your cum off her face).

You want to remember the way she wipes your cum off her face with the back of her hand, how she licks it all up like a cat licking its own paw before moving to clean the stray strands of cum off the tip and sides of your cock. You want to remember how she rises so gracefully even though she was a sweaty mess, and how she gently takes your hand and guides you back into the shower for another clean up.   

And back under warm water, you want to remember how she kisses you, and how she whispers, “next time, I want that big load in my pussy.”

*

“What?”

And it’s hard to meet Wonyoung’s eyes as you set down the papers from the doctor. You can feel her confusion, her frustration, her rage from across the dining table in your apartment. It isn’t pretty. Nothing about this situation is. 

“It’s a neurological disease,” you tell her, all while you’re looking at the MRI that’s in the middle of the table. You’re really just regurgitating what the doctor told you—it’s the only thing you have the capacity to do right now. “They ran their tests. They told me what I suspected. I’m losing my ability to read and write, to understand language. In 2 years—give or take —I won’t be able to express my thoughts. I’ll be spouting gibberish. What people say, what I see — on pages, street signs, everywhere — they’ll all be unintelligible to me.” She’s silent, and it unnerves you in every way possible. You haven’t even gotten to the worst part of it all. “My mental competence will deteriorate. I’ll have to live off a tube cause I’ll forget how to eat and drink. Dementia will follow shortly.”  

Now would be a great time for her to say something, anything to break this silence. But she is silent, unmoving and reticent in her seat from across you. You have no choice but to gulp and deliver, in your personal opinion, the worst part of it all, “By the time I forget how to breathe I… I would’ve lost all my memories by then.”

She chooses the moment after the last word leaves your mouth to pick up the MRI scan and look at it. 

“So… Everything we’ve built up till now will just… Disappear?” she whispers. She sounds hurt, scared and everything in between. You bite your lower lip. 

“Yes.” There’s no point sugarcoating it, it’s inevitable anyway. Face it now, sulk later… You think that’s the best way to deal with this piece of news. You hope that the matter-of-fact tone of voice that you’ve chosen doesn't betray how frightened you are by the prospect of losing everything you know. “We can’t stop it. It’s in my genes.”

She sets down the scan, and when you look up, you see the tears flowing down her cheeks and it makes you want to cry as well.

She stands up, shoulders her handbag and walks towards the front door. 

“Where are you—” you begin. “I’m going somewhere else to think,” she interjects. 

When she slams the door behind her, you feel like you’ve let her down in so many ways. There’s a burning in your chest that you can’t describe. The first hot tear rolls down your cheek, and you let the rest that well in your eyes flow down without resistance. 

You don’t want to remember what it feels like to be helpless—the emptiness, the rage, the sadness, the confusion is all so overwhelming. But you figure that you’ll have to feel it again at some point down the road. 

Might as well figure out how to cope with it now, when Wonyoung isn't there and you're all alone with your thoughts.

*

When you awaken later that night in your bed in the apartment, it takes you a few moments to determine whether the soft, slim body climbing atop you is real or part of some wonderful dream—but the familiar warmth of your girlfriend, and the soft, pleasant smell of her hair, convinces you that this was all real.

Wonyoung places soft kisses on your neck and jawline, before moving to your mouth and kissing your lips softly. You are still only half awake, but your senses and instincts take over, and you find your mouth welcoming her kiss and returning it with one of your own, your hands moving to either side of her hips and finding, to your surprise, that there was only bare skin there and no clothing.

“Wony…” you begin, as she deepens her kiss, her lips pressing more firmly against yours.

“Shhh,” she answers, “please. I need this. I need you, right now. Please.”

She’s suddenly reappeared after walking out on you, and you have yet to process the slew of emotions that have come your way. Part of you wants to stop her, to talk things out with her so that you could: a) figure out if she was still mad at you and; b) verify that she wasn’t drunk. But the part of you that formed the majority of your conscience knew that she needed comfort as much as you did, and that she needed something to assuage her and make her feel like everything would turn out alright. So you find yourself relaxing underneath her, letting her scent fill your nostrils as her tongue dances with yours.

She straddles you, and your hands begin to run up her naked body, up from her slim thighs to her chest where the ample mounds sat proudly, her nipples erect and stiff. She isn’t wearing any underwear, and your fingers brushing against the slick of her pussy is enough to verify that for you. She’s naked atop of you, kissing you like you just confessed your love to her or like you’re about to go on some mission and never return. It’s not lustful, but it’s full off passion and aims to soothe not stir. 

She breaks the kiss. Her eyes flutter open. In the dark that is pierced by the street lights of the city, you want to remember the way her eyes glimmer and shimmer as she breathes heavily. There’s no alcohol on her breath, and from the way she’s cradling your face, you can infer that she’s not mad at you in the slightest. 

“You okay?” she whispers, and her tone is soft and warm, like that time she spoke in the shower of her hotel about signing that contract with her company so that the two of you could officially start dating. It’s been some time after that, but you still hang on to the way her words made their way to your heart. “I didn’t mean to startle you if I did.”

You respond by nodding, and it’s enough to convey: I’m alright. You brush away the hair that falls in front of her eyes, and you really want to remember how silky smooth her hair feels in your hands. 

“What are you doing?” you ask her, making sure to keep your tone as warm as her own. She blinks, goes silent for a moment, then answers, “I’m making amends.”

She holds your gaze, you hold hers. The staring contest ends when you gently pull her in for another kiss, and you want to remember how she softly moans into your mouth while her thumb, smooth and tender, caresses your cheek.

When the kiss breaks again, her hands snake their way down to your sweats. You assist her in removing your shorts—a very clumsy affair: tangled hands and arms and lots of chuckling. But your cock does finally spring out from your boxers, the ones that have been discarded in the corner of the bed, together with her clothes. When it’s all done, you have the pleasure of witnessing the sight of her slim frame straddling you once more, long legs surrounding you on either side of your thighs while she peppers kisses on your chest. 

“I’m sorry I left you to deal with… Everything. Alone.”  she begins, “I shouldn’t have walked out on you like that… I’m sorry. I hope you aren’t angry”

And from your lying position, you lift a hand to cup her cheek. “We can talk later.”

She gets the message, but bends down and kisses you nonetheless. You’d probably have trouble falling asleep later in the night, and she’d wake up and you’d have this same conversation again. You’d rather have it later than now, not when the wound is still fresh.

Wonyoung lets a soft smile play on her lips. You are slightly aware of her raising her hips, her right hand finding its way between your bodies to grasp your wet, erect shaft, and line it up with her entrance. She breaks the kiss for the third time that night, searches your eyes for approval to continue with this. Was it make up sex? You didn;t know if it was for sure, but it sure as hell felt like it. What you do no for certain is: you’d like to experience this now, and you want to etch this in your memory for as long as you can before it fades with the rest of your mind. 

You give her the slightest of nods, and you feel the head of your cock press against her wet, tight opening. Slowly, carefully, Wonyoung lowers herself down onto your shaft, your cockhead parting her tight lips to impale her pussy. She gasps loudly as she impales herself fully, and she opens her eyes slightly to match your gaze. You brush stray locks of hair away to reveal her face fully, and you bring her mouth back to yours to kiss her deeply. As your tongues duel, she begins to raise her hips, drawing your shaft out of her body before lowering it once more, and soon she has found a soft, slow rhythm as she rides you, grinding her warm, tight body against yours. 

She raises herself upright and lets her hands rest on top of your chest. You’d like to save that face she makes in a supercut of her other memorable faces: eyes closed, lips slightly parted and the wisp of a smile on her lips as she rocks her hips. From where you lie, you watch as Wonyoung takes you in and out of her body with soft grinding motions, riding you slowly, enjoying every entry and exit of your shaft as it fills her over and over in slow, tender strokes that make her shiver. You watch as your shaft appears for a split second or so before driving back into her, each disappearance accompanied by a soft spike of pleasure. As always, she’s letting moans and sighs and gasps tumble freely from half-parted lips as she takes you in and out of her slowly, rocking her hips with innate grace and elegance. All you do is let your hands rest on her thighs, moaning softly to encourage her as she rides you lovingly, tenderly, a far cry from what you’re used to when it comes down to sex with Jang Wonyoung. 

Through the night, your cock glides in and out of that perfect pussy, elicits moans and gasp and sighs and cute little cusses when you hilt yourself deep inside of her and tug a little at her hair. Her hands were always active, sometimes caressing your chest, sometimes on your jaw, sometimes behind your head as she snaked an arm behind your head to keep you locked where you were just so she could sneak in a kiss. You came in her mouth, her ass, her pussy. She came on your fingers, your cock, your mouth. She cussed a lot, almost passed out once or twice. You cussed a lot two, and you caught her when she almost rolled off the bed (the two of you laughed for a minute about that situation before you ended up spooning on the floor, her leg in the air and your cock pumping in and out of her while she had your back to you and your face in her right hand). 

Bottom line: it was wonderful, wonderful make up sex that ended with both of you sweaty and panting and wanting more from each other but you guys just don’t have that energy to keep going. It was a novelty for both of you, and you wanted to remember just how special she could make you feel, even in the impurest of acts. 

*

The flash of the polaroid camera is almost blinding, but you power through and keep your eyes open. Like a child that’s seeing snow for the first time, Jang Wonyoung watches excitedly as the polaroid emerges from the slot in the camera, and she’s all too eager to grab it and lay it face down on the coffee table in your apartment.

“I thought you’re supposed to shake it?” you ask, watch as she fiddles with the camera for a little bit before she snaps a selfie with her newest purchase. She gives you a look that basically translates to, “uh, are you dumb?” and waits for the next polaroid to emerge from the slot before she launches into her lecture. 

“Shaking the polaroid to make it develop faster is a myth,” the way she sounds so official and everything is so cute. You can’t help but smile a little as she sets the other polaroid down. “It shifts the pigments and blurs the photo, but an idiot like you would need a genius like me to tell that to you.”

The remark is clearly meant to be biting, but it’s nothing short of hilarious to you. “When did you become a camera nerd?”

“Ever since I got this,” she lifts the polaroid camera up and hits you with that you’re on camera smile. “Maybe I should do an ad for this brand. Increase their sales, you know?”

She leaves you to think on that and retrieves the first polaroid she took: a picture of you and her on the couch of your apartment. Not the grandest first photo, but hey, a memory is a memory, and you really are just focusing on cherishing those at the moment. As she leaves the couch to clip the polaroid onto the photo rack (a bunch of metal wires on a metal frame with wooden clips to hold photos) she just set up, you grab your journal next to you and flip it to the page you wrote on a few hours before. With your pen (that you now carry around just about everywhere with your journal), you scribble down a new part of today that you want to remember. It was her idea to journal down everything you wanted to remember. 

The entry goes right under the one about Wonyoung’s new camera.

She looks so happy with that new camera. Bet she’s going to go back to the dorm and show it off to all of her members because she’s a fucking child. I hope that…

And you trail off in your writing, What you wanted to say was just on the tip of your tongue just a second ago. Why can’t you remember it? It was literally just in your head a minute ago…

No. 

You shut the journal. It makes a soft yet substantial thud as the leather cover slaps against pages. You place your pen in your pocket, set the journal back down on the couch and stand up to walk towards your girlfriend, who is currently adjusting the angle that the wooden clip holds the polaroid at. She senses you walking up to her, steps aside and makes a space for you to watch her struggle. You would offer help, but you know that it removes half the fun for her when you do something for her. 

She fiddles around a little more, makes a couple of grunting sounds under her breath, curses a little, and next thing you know, she exclaims, “tada!” while pointing at the first occupant of the photo rack. You roll your eyes, throw an arm over her shoulder and look at the slightly blurry photo within the white frame. 

“With the camera,” she tells you, her tone soft and warm like… Like… Fuck. “I hope that we can help our memories live on. Sounds pretty deep huh?”

You can’t help but chuckle in agreement. You take a moment to stare at the two faces that occupy the space in the polaroid, and you hope to God that they will never, ever look foreign to you. It’s a futile prayer, you know, but a glass-half-full mentality is the best chance you have at not spiralling out of control. 

Wonyoung lays her head on your shoulder, silent and all sentimental as she closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath. She lets out a shuddering sigh, and you know that she’s trying not to cry, cause in this situation she’s the one that will end up hurt at the end of it all. You’ll forget the pain of forgetting; she’ll remember the pain of being forgotten. It sucks, but it’s just the way it is. You hug her, hold her close and stroke her hair. You don’t want to forget what she means to you, what you mean to her.

How many more polaroids left till it all ceases to matter?

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Hello! Hope you guys enjoyed this fic. I'm a bit rusty so this one might be a bit funny, but hopefully the style of storytelling I chose didn't fuck you up too bad. Non-linear storytelling will be the death of me. Also: I kinda didn't edit this one too much. My bad hehe.

This was really more of a PSA to cherish the ones you hold close to you, because you never know when they will just disappear. Love the people close to you, cherish them forever.

“Did you like my MCing, babe?” she asks.

“Uh-huh.”

Her legs, long and thin, move in planned strides down the room. To the bed. You know where this is going.

Your feet are killing you. Recline, welcoming yourself into the softness of the expensive mattress and pillows your wife paid for all in all. “Wonyoung, I’m tired.” 

She’s a celebrity. Of course, endless days filled to the edge with schedules chase after her. She ought to understand. The nights are her only rest hours, yet with this energy, it’s like Jang Wonyoung never gets exhausted. Always bubbly, always sweet, always so seductive. 

All these are positive traits that any other man would adore and own had you not married her. 

Wonyoung makes an adorable sigh. “But you say that everytime,” she replies sullenly.

She’s pushing her lips out into this cute pout while her brown puppy eyes beg you to give in like you used to. Once upon a time, you were putty around Wonyoung. Never could give an answer without your voice shaking. Never could come near her without blushing. 

She’s the prettiest woman in the world.

You’re the most awful, undeserving man in the world, for all you could think, as you look at her, is: Fucking bitch. 

“Well, maybe it’s because I’m always tired.”

“How about,” she puts a finger on her chin, “I do the job for you?”

Her knees are bruised. You notice this when she drops to them so she could pull your pants to the ground. So she’s been doing this for so long? Lowering herself for you? Sucking you off? You thought that she’d get the hint by now: you don’t want to have sex with her.

So instead, she uses her mouth. Better than her pussy anyway. What are you saying? She’s a tight woman. But it’s the same thing everyday: she gets on your cock and you hear her annoying voice straining as she rides you. Her cunt, soaked and useless, makes you want to call her its name. She’s always needy. It isn’t flattering when you don’t reciprocate it.

It’s a goddamned chore. Wonyoung’s throat welcomes you. The other way around, actually: your cock welcomes a claustrophobically closed passageway and has to deal with it until you cum. It’s an unwanted visitor. She rang the bell, said hi, and you let her in. Doesn’t mean you like her there.

“Doing so good, baby,” you say. Oh, yeah, doesn’t mean you mean it either—although you do feel Wonyoung smile happily. She’s happy when she makes you happy. When she makes you give her the illusion that you have any happiness in this worn-out marriage.

Her lips seal around you. You can feel them suckling. Your knees are tense. The moans are forced, though. Hearing them come out from your own mouth makes you want to place a pillow over your face and press it down as hard as you can.

She slides you down her throat. Admittedly, you love the way she chokes. Her eyes get all watery, like she’s crying from pain. That sounds appealing. 

You’re a critically messed up man, you know. But they’re what make the world go ‘round. Why do you think they write romance books about them—the bad boy, the mafia boss, the killer? Plus, one of those “terrible” people inspires the biggest Korean celebrity to continue hosting, dancing, and singing. So who’s so terrible now?

To conclude, if anything, you’re the one responsible for Wonyoung’s success.

To conclude, you groan as desperately as you can then release in her mouth. Wonyoung gags. Another pretty sound. Her eyes look up while she attempts to swallow. Saliva sticks to her chin. Semen floods up to the roof of her mouth. It reminds you of how it ends up there more often than in her womb.

You would’ve made beautiful children with Wonyoung in another world where she wasn’t famous and you actually loved her. You would have been a softer, kinder man. She would have been a person who’s easier to love and make love with.

“Wonyoung, Wonyoung, that… was incredible.”

If you weren’t a director, you’d be the one on camera. You’re a great actor when it comes to your wife. Your incompetence in the house is masked by husbandly exhaustion; an artificial gaze of attentiveness hides your indifference to conversation. 

She smiles coquettishly. “I try.”

The wide closet parts. She chooses a pair of silk pajamas that hang around her thin frame. She climbs onto the bed and wraps an arm around you. Her skin is always cold to the touch. Like she’s dead or something. How interesting.

You stroke her hair. “I’d return the favor but… I’m actually gonna pass out. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She kisses your forehead. Wonyoung’s a sweet girl. “Good night.”

You smile. Say it back. Her eyelids flutter closed. Her palms are flat against each other and are placed under her cheek. Cute, you guess. She sleeps. 

You don’t. 

You should have—nothing good ever happens after midnight.

-

2:05 a.m., more specifically.

-

Amazing how time slips through your grasp like air. You reach and reach, desperate for a return, desperate for a flash to the past. As always, your efforts aren’t fruitful. The seconds pour through the pinched waist of the hourglass and you can’t stand it on its other head. You’re unable to revert back to the moment you took your arm from underneath your wife’s skull. The moment you opened your phone. If you hadn’t, maybe things would have been different.

But it’s past two, and you’re resting your back on the pillowy headboard with your phone in your hands. The circumstances just play right into danger: Wonyoung’s asleep, the night is eerily quiet, and the screen is there, awaiting the secret routine. Which girls would you cum for today? Why aren’t your thumbs clicking over censored sites?

Your feed shows a naked woman, her eyes staring up and her mouth wide. Scroll past that—you prefer the amateur videos, where the expressions balance between exaggerated and naturally provoked. A ton of videos could help in the bathroom where you take your nightly “shower,” and it’s not one of those.

Maybe you need the real thing.

Look at Wonyoung. Perhaps you should have let her ride you just so you could cum in a warm pussy again. After all, it’s the least you could do when you were once a fan of her. That’s how everyone starts: puppy-like adoration. But she doesn’t have the star quality she once did onstage; the coy thoughtful princess you envisioned her as. That’s why you haven’t fucked her in weeks. 

You’re about to wrap your hand around your cock and ready yourself for another night of conflicted pleasure. This video is perfect for that already. You could jerk yourself off then get a good night’s sleep. Simple. This is the safest option for a dangerous want. By just watching, you’re not cheating on your wife. It’s just porn. Jerk off, cum, cum again probably, then sleep. Nobody gets hurt.

“Fuck me… please,” whimpers the woman in the video. Her legs are spread open. Her partner’s swiping his cock at her lips while she looks at him with equal hunger, equal desire. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Then, a text message notifies you, peeking from the top of your screen. It dares you to click it.

And it says the exact same thing.

fuck me please, i cant take it anymore. 

i miss you 

You look around, like you’re afraid someone might see it. There’s only the dimness of your bedroom that greets you. It’s safe, but this message isn’t. 

The number is familiar. Has one of your friends gone crazy? Or did they send a text to the wrong person? Take it for spam, a perfectly coincidental one, or a scam, a typical, preying-on-the-married, pwning message.

But why would a contact spam you at a time so strangely perfect?

Don’t bother. Your fist works on your dick as you watch the video. The woman’s so wet that although she isn’t squirting, her juices start to stick to the man’s thighs. Her mouth is wide open as he finally pounds her. 

What you’d give to have good sex like that again. 

XXX-XXX-XXX sent a video message.

Fine. Click it, you’re curious.

Oh, so apparently, the answer is your marriage.

The video shows a face that’s more intimate than familiar. The ebony-black hair already tells you who she is, as does her body. Her form is encased in a floral tank top and nothing else. Although her chest is covered, she’s still a little daring with how her nipples stamp the fabric. She turns herself around to let you admire the curve of her wide hips and her round butt.

There’s only one woman with a body so perfect. And she’s the one and only Kim Minju.

There are reasons for everything. This is yours for why you didn’t give this number a name: 

No one needs to know just from a text that you cheated on Jang Wonyoung.

That was so long ago, back when you were still boyfriend and girlfriend. You were drunk and missed Wonyoung’s old self. Why did she have to be such a bitch? Why did she dedicate herself to work and leave you dry? It’s not like the industry would go bankrupt without her. Minju came over, listened to your complaints—every little whine about Wonyoung being busy, every little jab at her workaholic character—then said something along the lines of, why don’t you have a little fun while she’s away. 

And you thought… yeah, that was a really great idea. 

That was the beginning of the end. After multiple secret meet-ups and raunchy sex in alleyways, you didn’t contact Minju again. You forgot her. You thought she did, too. She should have understood that your infidelity, albeit alluring, would be a thing of the past. 

But here she is, in your messages, with a pornographic clip of herself in a round-cornered bubble. She’s waiting for a reply. 

Although you’ve long lost your aspirations to be a better husband, you type what a good man should. This man is proper, faithful, and loving. He loves his wife only and the only other people he loves with this deep of a bond is his family. 

Stop texting me or I’ll block you. 

It’s not enough. You’re not a good man. You aren’t proper or faithful or loving or any of that shit. You were about to masturbate to an internet celebrity after turning down sex with your wife. What about that makes you a good person?

:( you miss me sooooo bad it’s pathetic, Minju replies.

You look at her again. You may not be able to turn back time with your metaphorical hourglass, but you can turn this hourglass body into any position you want. You could push her against a window for all to see, perhaps fuck her to the floor, or slam her on a desk like a teacher would to a test paper. Minju would let you do anything to her.

Stop it.

She really has to. As much as you dislike Wonyoung, she’s your wife, and you vowed on your wedding day to only have eyes for her. 

But you’re only one man against a body like Minju’s that curves in every right place.

Three circles float up and down in a contained bubble before she texts you back:

alright…what a pity :( i’m already outside!! i guess ill have to go back…

You’ve never bolted out of bed so fast. 

You look back at Wonyoung as you stand in the doorway. She’s still in deep slumber. Now, are the curtains closed? The entrances locked? Scan the house thoroughly, until you inch your way to the front door. 

Hesitate. You didn’t know you had a conscience but here it is. It tells you to wonder if Minju really is behind it, like she said. She knows how to use the privilege of being Wonyoung’s close friend. That’s how she came to your house like she used to with no worry for paparazzi or suspicion. Best friends don’t fuck their best friends’ husbands, right?

Open the door. This one did.

Minju grew more beautiful in her absence. Her hair is silkier this time and her shy smile is brighter. The long coat is smoothed by her fingers, and you wish you could be the brown piece of fabric her pale hands run down. What makes you guilty for thinking it, even when you’ve done it, is the fact that she looks so innocent. It’s like it would be a crime to even buy her a drink. 

How could she be innocent with that photo she sent? The time you spent together: you folding her over a table and promising to fill her up? Fucking her while Wonyoung is busy and counting on you to welcome her home? Sending nudes like there’s no tomorrow? Nothing about Minju is pure, yet she acts like she could do no wrong.

“Minju,” you say. Your voice sounds fragile. She has a way of breaking you befote you’re breaking her into breaking another bed. 

She blinks theatrically. Everything she does is angelic. “Glad you opened the door.”

The knob is cold in your fist. It chills your animalistic brain and urges you to consider the consequences. Right, it says, here’s what a human—a good one—would think. If Wonyoung wakes and sees you with Minju, she’d have a lot of questions. If paparazzi are somehow hiding in the forest that extends to acres before your house, everyone would know you’re cheating on her. Most of all, you’re married, monogamy and everything. 

So what will it be? This is your last and only chance to send her away.

You know what you have to do. Take a few breaths. “You have to leave. I’m not joking, it isn’t right.”

In response, Minju unravels the ribbon of the layers sealed around her waist. It falls apart. You do, too.

She’s a real danger. As it turns out, the girl isn’t wearing anything underneath that trench coat. She’s an artist’s naked muse—bare long legs, wide hips, and a sizable bust that has sculptors carving something else.

The cold hardens her pink nipples. You notice how her breasts are much bigger than your wife’s. How her hips are more tempting to grab, so you do. How her body is meatier, a lot more enticing that you wouldn’t refuse a day without touching it.

Minju fuels your infidelity, and you won’t stop for it if it kills you.

She simpers, fingers curling into your work shirt. “Still wanna make me leave,” she asks, “when you can breed me all night long?”

You laugh, huffing it out as you pull her inside and close the door behind her. Minju looks gorgeous pressed to it. She looks gorgeous in whatever situation, actually. Her thighs squish against the carved design and look thicker as a result. More reasons to dive into that shaven cunt and abuse it.

“You’re not leaving until we make a fucking mess, Minju.” You take your shirt off. Throw it on the ground. “And we better make it quick.”

“Of course.” She nods. She’s slyer than a fox, but she submits to you without a second thought.

You lean in to kiss her. The heat is unbearable. You can feel it from Minju’s body transferring to yours. It’s the effect of her natural skills as your personal slut: trying to fit her tongue deeper in your mouth while you pull her close like she’d dare to run away. 

You haven’t gotten this hard for anyone else. It’s always been Minju you fall for. You miss the way she kisses, the way she roams her hands all over your torso, the way she’s goddamned insatiable. Feeling it all now in one, heated moment makes you dizzy. You’re taking in too much of her, but without her, you’d go thirsty again. 

Your fingers are in her hair; hers are on your waist. Your teeth are clamped down on Minju’s bottom lip; hers are apart and allow soft moans to pass through—one, two, three. You fit each other in so many wicked ways. They did say misery loves company.

Open your eyes. The dream doesn’t stop. Minju’s still pushing her mouth in your face and you’re letting her. You don’t know if you ought to be relieved or downright horrified. You’re cheating on Wonyoung again with a woman whose body is just a bit nicer. You should be furious at yourself. You aren’t.

You’ve made out with each other on the way to the dining room. You and your wife worked hard for its designed walls and sturdy, well-furnished ornaments. A lot of money was raked out to make this house the best place to call home. So, why do you want to ruin it?

Well, because of her.

Minju leans on the dining table with a funny smile on her face. “She really doesn’t do it for you, huh?” she asks.

It makes you wince how you know who she’s talking about. Who else is she referring to other than poor Wonyoung? Poor, skinny, ugly Wonyoung?

Nibble at her earlobe. Hear little gasps come out of her. “Don’t talk about her,” you say.

You don’t want to have any afterthoughts about fucking Minju. Besides, being reminded that you’re disloyal to a woman who loves you very much is painful, even to a man like you.

Wonyoung is an angel. Minju isn’t—but you run after her to darkness.

“Ohh, come on, I know I’m better than her.” Minju squirms with erotic moans. Your kisses are going south, and she loves their little detour. “You don’t fuck her like you fuck me.”

When was the last time you worshiped Wonyoung? Like what you’re doing to Minju now? Your lips haven’t passed over it in ages that you probably wouldn’t know where the bigs and smalls of her body are. Like there’s anything to know. 

“Actually,” you snort, “I don’t fuck her at all.”

You stop chuckling. That was the wrong thing to say. That was the wrongest thing to say out of the millions of other cocky phrases you could’ve thrown to Minju. The look on her face, the one that’s of pride and submission and dangerous knowledge united, tells you to watch your mouth. 

You’re five seconds minimum too late to listen. 

Minju grins. There’s the answer she wanted. “That’s how it is? Just looking at a girl and thinking you wanna stamp a divorce approval on her forehead? Jesus. This is why I never got married.”

“First off, nobody put a ring on you because you’re a slut, Minju.”

“That’s only the third reason.” Her fingers drape the sides of your face and tugs you in. You’re invited to the sight of her infallible tits. “These are the first two.”

The girl isn’t as busty as that woman Wonyoung likes to call her industry mom, but you bet they’re better. No, it’s a matter of truth. Minju’s boobs aren’t too big or too small; just the perfect, filling size to hold onto when you’re railing her from behind.

You choose to suck on them for now. It’s like a trip down memory lane when you kiss down her neck and collarbone. You remember how good her smooth, soft skin feels beneath you, how her moans are a favorite tune. Minju bites her lip while you do so to her shoulder.

It’s crazy to think that she just so happened to be born with this. She was born to be a pretty face with a sex-defined body that you pull and push and pry apart. Best thing is, she’ll lay back down and beg for more. It’s like she knows her purpose, which would’ve shot down her dignity and humanity.

Her nipple pops in your mouth. Your sucking guarantees its hardness, and Minju starts whining. She arcs her body, wanting something rougher. Thus, you seize the span of her hip to rub her pearl with fierce speed.

“Oh, fuck, god—” What others might take for blasphemy, you take for praise. Minju’s already soaking wet. She would have had embarrassing laundry to do if she wore panties. Maybe it’s a good thing she arrived wearing nothing.

She’s still so sensitive. You caress her clit after a few kisses down her midriff. She fidgets needily like you aren’t already touching her. You’re nearly right—this touch is nothing when she needs something harsher. That something involves you treating her less than a human being, putting her down and tearing at her hair. 

“Please just fuck me,” she whispers. “Breed me, breed me, breed me—”

Yeah, that’s what she wants.

You don’t need further motivation, not when you’re presented with the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen. Her fat lips are soaked. They frame the clitoris you’ve been stimulating that shines with slick. Then there’s the tiniest hole below it that begs to be used.

Your digits shove past all tightness. Her wetness allows a deeper exploration, so you curl your digits like you’re beckoning the orgasm forward. You know how easily you can get it out of her. All it needs to get Minju cumming around you is a slap, roughness, and giving her what she wants anyway. You know your methods, she knows hers. It’s a recognizable cycle that despite this, you can’t break.

Part your fingers widely to spread her. She’s so wet that she soaks your knuckles. There’s an ocean inside her waiting to be waved to shore. A storm, too, brews from the base of her throat as Minju whimpers. Her body lifts off the table but you force her down on it. She isn’t going anywhere, not without a fight.

Oh, and fight she does. She was an idol before an actress, so her muscles still memorize the circling motions that repeat on your fingers rather than move onstage. She sang once. That was a long time ago yet her voice sounds perfect as it strains her moans. Every little thing she does is a reflection of her past. 

That’s why when she leans back, pupils dilating north, and says “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” you get deja vu.

Your palm hits her clit, adding impact to your strokes. “There you go, little slut,” you snarl. “Are you happy now? Maybe even a little grateful?”

If Minju’s ass isn’t pressed down on the glass mantling your dining table, it hovers so her pink little hole receives you better. It’s not without the help of her weak hands clinging to the table for dear life, but she seems to be losing her balance. Her hips are shuddering. Her beautiful face is squeezed up into a blissful wince. Her breaths are becoming blunt little gasps that say none of the gratitude you want to hear.

You slap her boob. Red blooms from her pale skin that deepens when another impacts her bosom. The recoil dizzies you. If anyone’s getting the impression that you’ll slap her bouncy tits until you hear a proper word of thanks, they’d be right. First impressions are right just for once.

“T-thank you—” Her voice cracks, breaking like her. “Fuck, shit, thank you, thank you.”

Squeeze her cruelly and pull on the perky nipple. Your thrusts become mindlessly paced. Your hand returns to your cock while the other ruins her pussy. The pleasure is telepathic. It’s connecting you; her screams and squirms make you do the same. The electricity firing up in your veins is a shared network. When you point your fingers to her spot, she arcs her back in the same direction. How beautifully fucked up is that? 

“That’s not enough. You didn’t come here for nothing. What do you want, Minju?”

Minju babbles. You got your gratitude but not a proper answer. To be fair, she can’t speak when you’re fucking her like it’s your dick inside her, and when your lips are all over her collarbone. 

“And you better keep quiet,” you add, curling your thrusts, “or Wonyoung‘s gonna hear. Do you really want her to know her precious friend is a big slut?”

However, despite the rumors she starts, Minju could be a very good girl when needed. 

“Need you to make me cum,” she whispers. Her midriff is fluid as water with the way it rolls, showing off the hourglass shape of her waist and a soft tummy. “Do everything to me you can’t with Wonyoung. P-please, I can’t take it.”

Even if she can’t (wrong by the way), you’ll make her. She asked for it. She walked up to your house with a purpose: to be used, to be treated like less of a human being. So it’s understandable that you slam her down the table and seal a hand around her neck. 

She’s so light that the forceful push doesn’t break the fragile glass. But there’s something of hers instead that’s going to be broken.

“Oh fuck! It’s so–” Minju’s eyes roll back. “Ohh… oh!”

Little sparks of wetness shoot in the air. Your pace turns merciless. With just three fingers, you puppet her body. Strings are pulled—her arms raise and her long legs strain to pull you in. You push and she keens, you pull and she yells. You’re making her desecrate the place with her water.

“C-can’t breathe.” A squeeze of her beautiful features—eyelids wrinkling, mouth parting, cheeks filling with scarlet—occurs before she squirts again. She whimpers pathetically, sounding so pitiful you want to laugh. “Ah, fuck, daddy—”

Something stirs inside you. When men hear that name, it ought to feel purely platonic and familial. They’d hear it from their daughter and feel compelled to protect them from men who’d do to them what you do to Minju. But you much prefer hearing that two-syllable word when it comes from a naked woman squirting all over the floor, from whom once you register it, you’re urged to pin her down, tie her down, hold her down.

Ironically, you release her. That isn’t because it’s over though. “On your knees. Follow me.”

Minju releases a gasp, grateful for the oxygen. The color returns to her face yet she barely has the energy to get off the table. You’re a generous man, and hey, it still counts as helping. So you yank her hair and force her on the ground. She fucking moans, a feat deserving of a healthy spank to her ass.

You walk to the living room. She follows you withher hands and knees bearing the cold tiles. You lead her to the place where you spend your time watching movies, rehearsing, and hanging out with Wonyoung if she’s ever home.

Speaking of, glance at the door of your bedroom. It’s still closed. It’ll stay that way.

Look down after wondering why Minju’s noisier. She’s playing with herself on the floor with no care for the cold chill of the tiles or the little dirt wedged between them. She lightly rubs her abused clit, quivering at the contact. You expect that from her—she’s corrupted, an irredeemable cause. She’ll get herself off anytime anywhere.

But what’s unexpected is what those watery eyes are focused on: you, in a framed picture on the wall. You look younger, happier. You’re in formal garments standing next to Wonyoung in a church.

It was you on your wedding day.

You spit on Minju. “Filthy cumslut.”

The drool slides down her cheek like a tear. She darts her tongue out and licks it. One could’ve thought it was candy considering the lift of a smile. 

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she says resolutely. Her fingers still toy with her entrance. They won’t serve her well when there’s a bigger, better thing behind your pants to do it for her.

Your pants are already off. “Get up. Get the fuck up,” you command, but you do it for her. 

You grab her neck and force her up. The look on her face is addicting, the way the shock turns into carnal need, the way she bites her lip. You press her to the wall, right under the framed wedding pictures, and finally plunge yourself inside her.

“Oh, oh, oh!” 

What did Minju do to get this tight? Her walls are squeezed closer around you than you remember. They’re still wet from her squirting, easing your burden of fighting against the tautness of her core.

Her groans are pitched just like how you pitch yourself in her and make her fight for it. She tries everything: gathering the strength she has to push her ass into your crotch, rolling her body, looking back to watch your cock disappear between her lips. 

“So big, daddy!” she cries. With a lick of her lips, she turns to face you. “Mmm, d-do you ever get this massive when you’re fucking Wonyoung?”

That seals it. There’s no restraint in using her body. Her plump ass leading to her toned back is a temptation by itself. You’d burst all over it (maybe in it) if you weren’t already firm in breeding her. But dear god—it rises and descends into your angled pumps so effortlessly that you aren’t afraid to spank it like you’re angry at her. 

“Keep your whore mouth shut.”

Spank after spank you bestow and you realize, oh, you and Minju are really made for each other. The more her ass reddens, the more hot pain sparks on your palm. She throws herself back hard, you piston her harder. 

Your puzzle pieces stick together so perfectly that it’s a shame you didn’t meet under different circumstances. She could’ve been an adorable girl next door and you could have been a guy looking to slip her a love letter. She would’ve been your loving girlfriend, a beautiful wife, someone you’d actually enjoy touching, so different from the woman asleep in the bed upstairs.

But that’s never happening. Minju’s a slut through and through, and she’ll forever be a sin you won’t go to confessions for. She was made to be fucked then discarded of when she’s no longer of use. You see it in the way she’s in a mantra of craziness, the way she yells, the way she looks back at you like she’s daring you to hurt her.

You choose the dare rather than to tell her the truth. You curl her hair into a fist and pull her into you. 

“God, I’m so close.” Minju’s trembling body grows warmer in your touch. “I’m gonna cum all over your big gorgeous cock. I can’t hold out longer, daddy.”

Your teeth dig into her earlobe. You could make her bleed and she’d still find a way to make the pain heavenly. “I thought I told you to be quiet. Is Wonyoung waking up and ending your life worth it for this?”

“What if I say yes?” 

“Fuck.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice, making her see you’d give her away to get a night with me? You’ll give up all this stupid shit t-to be my daddy. Because Wonyoung’s just sooo worthless, isn’t she?”

Savage her cunt and shove your fingers down her mouth just so she could shut up. You love this. Minju’s always so ready for you. 

No, actually—now that you think about it, you hate it. You hate how she’s curvier than your wife, how she’s more alluring than she could ever be, how she moans despite the blockage in her throat. Everything about her is so sexy that the sound of her choking up spit makes you throb. 

This is the wrong time to have a conscience. You’ve already split her apart. You’ve already got your fingers in her hair that pull hard to the point that damage is highly likely. You’ve already—

—got Minju screaming, biting down on your skin as her legs spread. What a strange thing to have as a natural reflex. That’s all she knows to do: spread her legs, hope her innocent face attracts a guy into her home and his dick into her pussy. Her skin, white as snow, has become impure with red blemishes. You see her purple-bruised neck flex when she yells into your hand. 

“Daddy! Daddy!” Minju yells. Her fingernails leave fine scratches on the wall. “Fuck, I’m squirting so much I don’t know what to do—oh fuck!”

You bump the manic girl up on your knee before spreading her legs. A godless squirt of her juices hits Wonyoung’s face, the savior being the glass protecting the picture. Others bless their homes with water blessed by esteemed priests; you like to stand out. Choose to have Minju’s unholy juice flood the photo you once held dear. 

Did something possess you? An evil spirit, a god of fertility? All are clichés but you can’t help but think so when you notice how fast you’re pumping Minju. It’s like greed’s finally reigned you. It’s difficult to resist. Minju just wrings your cock perfectly dry with her tight cunt, keeps you speedy with her desperate moans. You’re vandalizing her with your climax and she doesn’t want to be clean ever again.

“You think you’re special, Minju?” You press her to the ruined picture. Her side profile mashes on the glass. “You’re nothing, only a useless hole, just like that bitch. Now clean it up.”

Her eyes light up in shock. Excitement? “What?”

You pull her head back in order to have her full lips pressed against Wonyoung’s face. The clear squirt is still dripping from it. Minju’s face is red, and although your cock left her moments ago, she insists on tensing like it’s there. Is that how she lives? Her way of bonding is riding on the high she got the night before and the night before that. She always has sex in her mind that thoughts of it occur to her as they would to an animal. 

That’s right; she’s an animal. Perhaps even a dog would have more self-control than her, ironically. 

“Lick your mess,” you command. “Now.”

Minju whimpers. You bury your fingernails in her scalp until she loses her fake hesitance. Her tongue glides on Wonyoung’s face and relieves her of the mess. Her lips part and close, taking in her own taste. 

She looks like she’s making out with your wife. Her pretty face smudges the other pretty face in the picture and it’s so much hotter than it’s got the permit to be. Wonder how it’ll look if she’s actually kissing the real Wonyoung—picture them with their legs locked together and tongues coming out to play—and you’re hard enough for another round.

“That’s right. You want to be Wonyoung so bad? You want to be the one I drive into the bed everyday? So fucking make out with her.”

“Y-yes, daddy. Oh.” Minju’s moans fog the glass. “I taste delicious.”

 It’s probably a hygienically reprehensible thing to do. But her mouth is dirtier than the picture anyway. You force her lips deeper into it until you pull her away, satisfied.

Not quite.

Rub her clit a few more times. Hose her squirt all over the floor. You’ll have a mess to clean up. Oh, there’s all the evidence: her squirt on the floor, her lipstick in the shape of a languid kiss on the picture frame, the mess she made in the dining table where you ate her rather than your food. 

But it’s all worth it. An evil idea plants and sprouts in your mind. “Bedroom.”

Minju pants. Her hands are flat on the wall. She turns to you, saliva and lipstick smeared on her chin, and asks, “W-which one?” 

“You know exactly where.”

Her wide eyes tell you wordlessly that she got the point. She’s well aware of what room you want to use her body next. It’s not even supposed to be a question given the ways and moments you fucked her there.

“But daddy—if, if she hears us?”

You grin. “Then you’ll have to be pretty fucking quiet.”

The best thing about Minju besides her body is her passiveness. She may act up sometimes but she still needs your cock, and she’ll do anything to get it. So when she hangs her head to hide her smile, you spank her. It speeds her steps to the staircase. Continue doing so all the way.

It’s funny how she struggles to even lift a foot. Streams of your cum and hers slide down her legs, staining the carpet. You’ll have to wash that out, too. If you have the maid do it, she’s likely to put two and two together. 

Even from the back, Minju’s body is beautiful. Her reddened ass twists from side to side and brings attention to her wide hips. The deep line on her spine is a path you trace your fingertips on. She quivers. 

“Daddy,” she whines.

Hit her butt. Let it fill your palm. “Keep on walking.”

It’s borderline dehumanizing. You’re treating her with a ferociousness a woman like her should never have to go through. The eyes of the painted men and women on your walls lock on her. It’s like their hard stares are real. Minju bears the blows to her cheeks during her walk of humiliation up the stairs. Tiny yelps are caused by each one. It’s in her to be quiet now that Wonyoung is quite near, although not as close as she is to another heavy orgasm.

You slap her pussy, making her shake, then lead the juices mingling in it up to her asshole. She chews on the inside of her cheek to hide her moan. She reaches the last step with a huge sigh of relief. 

The finality of the torture doesn’t last long. Fuck, it doesn’t even exist. You collect the semen and wetness from her legs, then drag it right back to her pussy.

You shove your fingers deep in her cave. There. Now your cum stays inside her. After that, it’ll drip all the way to her womb. She screams through pursed lips. 

Push her hard against your bedroom door. Her stomach’s flatness goes up to the point that it’s the only thing engendered into the wood. Minju’s tiny gasp is already loud for you. Her beautiful side profile is mashed deep into the solid barrier between the two women.

Minju whimpers. Is she scared or heavily turned on? The thing with her is she likes both. So, yeah—she’s wet at the thought of being caught with you, being fucked within a distance of your wife wherein she could finally pin down your infidelity. 

The little angel closes her eyes when your words hover near her prone ear. “Shut up,” you warn, “unless you want to lose your career. Or this dick.”

You slip your shaft between Minju’s shapely thighs. A friction is nurtured and grown into rough, pant-accompanied humping that leaves both of you breathless. Her pussy lips splay warmly on you and you’re allowed to rub yourself on her clit. 

Minju tenses up. Her breaths are kept to a hummed volume yet their huskiness gets you to fuck her legs faster. The core between them is so warm and you haven’t even welcomed yourself in it again. 

You carefully open the door. You don’t know what you’re expecting: Wonyoung crying with her face in her knees? An anger you never knew she could have? But what shows calms you. There’s your wife who remains asleep on the bed. From the soft snores, it’s easy to tell she’s deep in a dream.

“Wonyoung’s so pretty, daddy,” whispers Minju. You push her to the footboard where she holds on tight. “Do you think she’ll want to join if she wakes up? Or she’ll leave you for me?”

“Are you sure you want to act like that?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “Depends on what you’re gonna do to me.”

Everything. You’re planning on doing everything to her. 

Push her to the small pole of the wood. You’re forced to shove your fingers in her mouth again to keep her from yelling. The contact it makes to her clit is already overwhelming. But she’s all for overwhelming—she wants the kind of sex that leaves her beaten and bruised, the kind that leaves her sore and not knowing if she should tell you to keep going or halt. 

You know what she’d choose.

Minju grinds on the pole. She’s dancing her hips again. Somehow, things of the past don’t leave her. Her idol days still leave an impact on her. The guy she made cheat on his wife a long time ago returned to her life to cheat again. 

No, you’ve never been one for sentimentality, but things have somehow stayed the same. The slut that is Minju today was a slut all those years ago, too. 

Grab her hips and force her to hump the ball of the pole. She soaks it instantly. Minju is corrupted to no hope of return. There’s your cum, leaking from her pussy and to the bedsheets. Her juices wet the pole and increase the creaking noises that would wake Wonyoung up if not for whatever dream she’s having.

“Oh, daddy! Oh, daaaddy—” she stammers, words bitten and broken in the major need to be quiet.  “Just… fuck me. Please?”

“As long as you—”

“Be a good quiet girl, yes. I’ll do anything, daddy. Anything for this cock.” 

She kneels down. Her tender mouth seals around your left testicle. You nearly shout right there and then. Minju’s running her lips on the underside of your swelling dick. She feels so good, and she is so good. She has all the tips and tricks to keep you hard memorized, if her brain wasn’t too full of other dirty thoughts.

The rasp in your throat materializes and makes her squirm her legs together. She puckers her lips then slips your cock through their joined entrance. Her almond eyes look wider tonight. Your tip pokes the back of her throat. She lets it rub there for now. You find pleasure in the texture that makes you leak. No, you can’t cum. Not yet.

Take a last look at Wonyoung before diving your rod to the depths of Minju’s throat.

It’s funny that the girl still has a gag reflex. Sucking dick is second nature to her. So is getting throatfucked. The walls of her oral hole flex to keep you in. She makes sharp inhalations only to take in the musky scent you thrust on her. In her?

Choking comes after. The orifice grows tighter which makes you fuck it harder. Saliva’s slick liquid state sheens your erection. Minju’s lost her breath a long time ago but she’s lost more than that now. The regular beat of her heart is gone. You can’t search her face for any color other than the palest white. 

“You have to stop gagging, Minju,” you say. Don’t help her though; keep ruining that throat. “Maybe you really do wanna get caught. Makes you really wet, doesn’t it?”

She nods. Your hard tip bobs in her mouth as she does. Her pretty eyes, with their long lashes and big pupils that always seem to gleam with innocence, fill with watery tears. 

“How cute.” You’re surprised that her hair is intact to her scalp after you pull it back. “But I make the rules around here. And I need you to seal that mouth shut and use it for good.”

There’s a possibility that, like Minju, you’re a dancer as well. But the upward grind of your body has no grace in it. It’s a rough, punked up beat that renders the girl humming and screaming.  This roughness is nowhere close to natural.

You dip your cock in her just to see how far you could go, how far is needed to keep her quiet. Feed her more than she could suck. Every sensitive spot of yours is on fire thanks to Minju’s dutiful tongue and hard sucking. Your sack slaps her chin so hard it’s surprising it doesn’t hurt. 

But, like you iterated, Minju isn’t normal. She takes the pain for pleasure and doesn’t give a damn if she gets wounded because of it. 

The tears finally fall from her eyes. 

The lines blur. Who is she—the woman asleep on your bed or the woman you fucked to be disloyal to her? Minju’s beautiful; so is Wonyoung. Jang Wonyoung is beautiful but there’s a category of beauty wherein the girl you’re destroying right now falls in. That’s the section for women who look pretty when they cry, who’ve accepted they’re as fucked up as whoever finds them and takes them in for who they are.

Your wife is pretty. You guess. But Minju is a beauty who lets you do everything to her, and that makes her a little bit more important.

Defile, defile, defile. Wonyoung wouldn’t let you get cum in her hair—(”I have a photoshoot, babe, you can’t!”). Semen sticks to Minju’s locks right now. Wonyoung wouldn’t let you be this rough with her—(“And what if they see? I shouldn’t look dirty to the fans.”) Minju is sitting there taking it like she’s just a cum dump. Wonyoung wouldn’t let you tear off her clothes because “they’re couture so it’s not really mine.” The coat Minju wore coming here lies discarded on the first floor.

Wonyoung doesn’t let anyone defile her. It’s her most fatal flaw. It’s the flaw that makes her husband see all the tiny imperfections she doesn’t allow the camera to see and chase highs in another woman’s throat.

So when Minju cries, gags, chokes—you realize it’s all so simple.

Slip out of her. The delusions clouding your head make you steal a look at the bed. Oh, now it’s unbelievable. Wonyoung is still asleep.

Not that it’s any inconvenience to you.

You prop Minju up to the vanity table. The counter carries the heave of her small chest. She can barely lift her head up. It makes her carry a look of humiliation that’s not at all true. She’s the most shameless woman you’ve ever met.

“Daddy… daddy…” 

Twist her chin so she can look at herself in the mirror. Her body is amazing despite the handprints and bruises peppered on her stomach, butt, and neck. She flusters but your finger presses on her lips before she can look away.

“Not a single sound,” you remind her. 

She nods. Good girl.

Minju’s a capable girl. Well, mostly. She offers those amazing dicksucking lips, shapely curves, and sometimes, her ass for ruining its own tightness. But nothing beats the feeling of her cunt. It’s all the right things: wet, tight, and perfectly quivering as they wrap around your shaft.

Minju closes her eyes. Bites down on her lip. She fights to be true to her promise of silence. Being a good girl and bad girl simultaneously is one of her versatile traits. The table creaks louder than expected. You would’ve shot another look at your spouse again, but Minju’s pretty face is in the way. Her cheeks are scarlet and her brows bead with sweat. She really is a beauty.

Your strokes are ceaseless. The thing that shocks you the least is the fact that her legs look as if they spread wider and wider. She splits while you split her apart. Place a hand on her tummy to muffle the sounds of skin colliding and wood creaking, and reach a better end: your cock is hitting her guts, making a bobbing print on her flat stomach.

“Look how deep I am, Minju.” You grin wickedly at her reflection. “You call me daddy anywhere, don’t you? How about I become a real one?”

Minju bounces herself on you. That’s a yes. A definite, enthusiastic yes. 

Your penetration is rougher, gliding on places she can’t even imagine. If you cum right now, and this far in, you’ll live up to your name of “daddy.” Minju isn’t the only one who has to keep promises.

Corner a pulse point on her neck. Her core squeezes and although its resistance is tough, your pumps are more so.

“You’ll be my secret good girl. Daddy’s gonna put a fucking baby in your stomach, and no one has to know it’s mine. No one has to know you’re mine.”

Minju pouts, not out of sadness but of the orgasm that’s creeping from her feet to her center. It’s so close she could reach for it, taste it like a strong wind. You allow the tiny breaths and pants that leave her to be exemptions from your bedroom law.

“Wonyoung would be so happy for you.” You lick the sensitive spot behind her ear. “‘That’s so great, unnie! Come on, tell us who’s the lucky guy.’ And you’ll have to stop yourself from telling her that I did it. Can you do that?”

Minju emphasizes each repetition with a responding throb and push of her cunt. “Yes, yes, yes—”

Allow that, too. Burst inside Minju. Flood her insides with cum that shall infiltrate her fertile womb. Soon, that tummy would be round rather than flat. It’ll be your baby. 

Minju got what she wanted in the end.

-

The next day, Wonyoung will wake up crying. 

It’ll happen early in the morning, when the moon is still up and sheets still wrap your exhausted form. But she’s sobbing so loud that it’ll rouse you. 

“What’s wrong?” you’ll say. 

She’ll tell you about a dream she had. Wonyoung’s going to narrate a complex dream of Minju, her beloved former member and best friend, seducing you. It happened right in the house and in front of her. You dared to do it to her while she was sleeping and thought she didn’t know.

And you?

Fishing is an activity that requires patience and experience. You were prepared to do a long game of push and pull with Eunbi to corrupt her further. Of course you can just blackmail her but where's the fun in that? It's much more fun to see if she would walk I to your trap rather than pushing her forcefully into it. So having a slow burn isn't something you're against. However, to your shock, Eunbi would actually contact you back an hour after you left her in her office. “What a slut”, You smiled seeing her text.

“Are you seriously checking your phone right now?” Yujin moaned, “Hehehehe, I thought it was someone important”, You carelessly dropped your phone on the bed before you grabbed her waist. “Fuck I hate you so much”, She let out another moan as she continue riding you. “You're so cute when you're in denial like this”, You teased her and started squeezing her thighs. “Fuck you”, She grunted, “Are you having trouble there? Should we switch places and I'll be the one moving?” Yujin feels offended by your question and starts to move her hips faster, “I got this, just stay quiet will you?” Her hand presses onto your chest to help support her. 

“I think you're just a tsundere”, Yujin always frowns and swears at you every time you tease her like this, but her pussy would always tighten around your cock as if she's enjoying it. “I. Hate. You.” Of course you just smile and caress her cheek, “Do you want another kiss princess?” Yujin struggles to stop herself from leaping into your embrace. “No”, She said with a blush, “I think you do”, Before she could react you grabbed her face with both of your hands and pulled her down for a kiss. Deep inside her, Yujin feels ecstatic, something about your kiss always makes her act up. You can feel her waist start to move even more aggressively and her pussy got even tighter. As you pull away from the kiss you can see her eyes are still closed and her lips reaching forward trying to find yours. “Say that you like me too”, Yujin eyes open in shock, her face turns full red and her words are failing to be formed, even her waist stops moving.

Taking the opportunity, you grab her body and turn her around making you lay on top of her. “It's okay Yujin, I promise I won't tell a single soul. You can trust me”, You kiss her cheek, which turns out to be her weak spot. “That's not fair, you can't just keep attacking me like this and- ahhhhhhh”, Yujin moans again as your waist starts moving. “Come on princess, I want to hear you say it”, But Yujin was busy, crying? “You're so mean”, God she actually looks like a spoiled child now. “Hahahaha, I always know you're a softie underneath”, Yujin frowns at you as her tears are falling down. “I hate you”, She throws a punch at your chest, however you can tell it is just a playful one due to the lack of pain you're having. “Like I always said, unfortunately for you, I like you”, You lean down and kiss her again.

This time her hands go behind your head and hug it close. “If I knew you were a bastard I would've never asked you out”, Yujin looks at you with a cute pout, “Ask me out? I thought this is just a fling”, You tease her again by kissing her cheek. “Just stop teasing me already. You know you wanted to go out with me”, She whined, “Do you want to go out with me too princess?” You smile and bite your ear. “Yeahhhh”, She moans, her hands go behind your back and starts to scratch it. “Fuck you're so hot when you're all submissive like this you know?” Yujin didn't say anything but inside her mind she starts to accept the dynamic of this relationship. “I'm cumming soon”, She whispers in your ears, her voice sounds so fragile that you swear she's doing it on purpose. “Fuck me too”, Your waist piston into hers in an even more aggressive manner. “What are you waiting for? Just cum inside me, pleaseeeee”, Alright she's definitely doing this on purpose. “I'm cumming”, You slam into her, her leg reacts properly and locks you in. “Fuck, you're so warm”, Yujin can feel her mind losing it's consciousness again. Her nails dig into your back as her teeth sink into your neck to muffle her screams. 

As you finish unloading inside her you stay still, holding her close as her orgasm is slowly passing. Once she's done you drop down next to her and just lay there. Yujin looked at you with a frown, “You know I was just doing that because of the heat-”, You shut her denial with a kiss. Yujin doesn't bother by pushing you away…..

It's pointless to struggle, he won't let me go. I'm not enjoying this AT ALL. Where did he learn how to kiss anyway, it feels so- disgusting. Yeah he's disgusting as fuck. Him and his slimy tongue that would always reach in and explore my mouth. Him and his occasional biting on my lips and tongue. Him and his body pressing up to me while his hand just grope me wherever he likes. I hate him…….. Fuck Yujin why are you falling for him.

You pull away from the kiss, Yujin opens her eyes while looking at you displeased by your actions. Her hands are holding onto your neck and her body refuses to move away from you. “What were you saying again?” You flash your innocent smile at her and press your forehead against hers. “........ Do you mean it?” You can understand why Eunbi is so easy to catch, your chat history shows how much of a pervert she is and she's been pent up for a long time. Yujin however, you never really know much about her, so it's kinda surprising how easy it is for you to break her walls down. “Which part?” You smile and caressed her cheek, “That you won't tell a single soul about this”, Yujin is pissed by how much she's enjoying your touch, “I promise, no one will know. So don't be scared, you can be honest with me”, You leaned forward to kiss her again. Yujin closes her eyes ready for another make out session but you surprise her by kissing her forehead instead.

“Yaaaaaa, stop that”, She's bewildered by the fact that she enjoys them. “Heheheh, you're so cute sometimes. So, are we officially going out now?” The answer is definitely a yes but Yujin is struggling to say it. Being a nice gentleman that you are, you help her by grabbing her and pull her to rest on top of you. Her head comfortably rests on your shoulder next to the crook of your neck. “Fine, but I'm not telling anyone that we're going out”, It's much easier for her to speak when your snarky smirk isn't on her face. “Alright, can you be my sugar mama while you're at it?” Your finger gently traces down her spine making her shiver. “You wish”, Yujin leans closer and kisses your neck, “Now that we're official I want you to stop chatting with those girls on your phone”, Her demanding tone came off as a needy plea. 

“Jealous?” She answers by biting your neck, “How can you be in a relationship while still sexting and hooking up with random girls?” Honestly, for some reason you don't feel like she's jealous. “Wait, don't tell me your ego got hurt because you think I was spending time with girls you think are lesser than you”, Yujin growls before biting you again. “Is it actually an ego problem for you?” You laugh, “Maybe it is, you don't like that?” Yujin slap your chest. “Fine, I'll be a good boyfriend and stop flirting with other girls”, You're so fucking shameless you know that? “Good, are you staying the night?” Yujin hugged you openly now. “Is that an invitation?” Your hand starts to caress her head. Yujin purrs as she gets in a more comfortable position to sleep, seemingly with no interest to answer you. “Good night princess”

After a while you can feel Yujin drifting off to sleep on top of you. Carefully you drop her next to you before taking your phone and checking on the message from Eunbi.

PurpleBunny: Can we meet up tomorrow?

PorkCrackling: For what?

PurpleBunny: Just, to talk.

PorkCrackling: I'm busy.

PurpleBunny: Please?

PorkCrackling: Give me a reason on why I should.

PurpleBunny: I'll think about continuing our relationship.

PorkCrackling: ?

PurpleBunny: Meet me tomorrow okay? I'll send you my address.

PorkCrackling: When?

PurpleBunny: 7 PM

PorkCrackling: Fine, see you tomorrow.

All these girls falling for you can't be good. It feels like this happened before and things ended up terrible for one of them. Huh? Ahhhhh don't mind that, continue on with your journey of playing with two girls’ hearts. What's the next part of the plan?

Eunbi would be a nice sex slave. If I can continue having my way with her then she won't even think about defying me. Yujin on the other hand is not that easy to deal with. One wrong move and she might just blow up on my face. I think that's the play, have Yujin as my girlfriend and keep Eunbi as my sexual release. I can't let the two of them know about the other. Keeping Eunbi away from Yujin shouldn't be hard. If Eunbi wants to continue this then she will definitely keep this hidden the best she can. Keeping Yujin on the other hand could be hard. If Taeyeon decides to start some gossip between the teachers then I'm fucked. 

I need time to make sure Eunbi doesn't find out, not until I fully have her under my control. I guess it's time for me to start acting like the good stuck up students and try to lay low. 

First thing first, let's hide the chat between me and Eunbi. I need to erase my cookies and my login credentials. It's fucking annoying but it's for the best. As long as Yujin doesn't turn into a needy and overbearing girlfriend then I can talk to Eunbi behind her back. Perfect plan honestly, there is no way this would go wrong.

“Fuck it, tomorrow problem for tomorrow me”, Wise word to live by, until you no longer live. Deciding that you've had enough of the day, you close your eyes and have a nice sleep with Yujin. The next day you were woken up by a sharp pain in your chest. “Ahhh what the fuck”, You spring up and push Yujin away from you. “Aggghhhh, Jesus calm down”, Yujin grunted, feeling your sudden aggression. “What are you doing?” You scoffed, “I was just trying to mess with you, I didn't know you were such a light sleeper”, Yujin scratched her eyes before yawning. “Oh is that so? You're not scared I'm gonna punish you for it?” You grabbed her chin and pulled her for a kiss.

Yujin welcomes the kiss happily and wraps her arm around you. The change is a surprise but a welcome one, maybe Yujin won't be that aggressive from now on. “Fuck, what is wrong with you”, Nope, she bites your lips hard enough it bleeds. “Heheheh, you think you win just because I submit to you? Guess what, I'm not gonna make this easy for you”, Well you did manage to break her walls, that doesn't mean you change her whole personality. Deep inside, she's just a fucking brat, “I'm gonna get you for this”, A fun challenge for you to conquer. “Prove it”, Yujin bites her lips, excited with a morning session, “Come here”, You grab her body and pull her into your lap.

One of your hands grabbed her chin while the other was caressing her ass. “Say sorry and I'll forget about this”, Hey maybe you should deal with the bleeding first? “No”, Well, guess that lips are gonna drip some blood on to her during all this. “Fuck”, Yujin grunted as you spank her, “Count it for me bitch”, Yujin is not into degradation, but she cant really refuse you when you’re all dominant like this. “One”, You smile and raise your hand to spank her again, “Two”, It was at this moment she realised that this would be harder than she expected. 

“Three”, You weren't holding back either, her big and firm ass is so inviting for you to slap. “Four”, You watch her ass jiggle every time you spank it. You managed to spank her 10 times before you stopped, in fear of your lust overtaking you. “Okay I'm sorry”, Thankfully she also break, “Good girl, next time don't piss me off like this again will you?” You lean down and kissed her temple. “I'm sorryyyyy”, She whined in a cute tone, “That's the first part of your punishment princess, are you ready for the next one?” Yujin bite her lips in anticipation. “I'm scared, daddy”, Oh fuck she pull that card out of nowhere, “Don't be scared princess, your punishment is simple. For this whole weekend, you won't get any sex”, Her eyes widened in despair hearing your words.

“What?” Ahhhh, there's the punk Yujin, coming back to voice her frustration. “That's right, you're not getting any action from me. So have fun with those toys because I won't lay my hand on you”, Yujin frown seeing this isn't going in the direction she wanted. “Well fine, it's not like I don't have a line of guys ready to please me anytime I want”, She tries to make you jealous, “Go ahead, find someone to ‘satisfy’ your needs. Just so you know you won't find anyone who can please you like I do. While me on the other hand, I can find a lot of girls-”, Your words are interrupted by her kiss. Oh fuck, maybe she will become a needy girl after all.

“Just fuck me already daddy, I know you want to”, She sat on your lap and start grinding on your cock, “I'm not rewarding you for your bratty attitude”, You slap her again, contradicting your words. “Pleaseeee?” Since when can she make a cute pout like that? “No, I need to go for the day anyway so you're on your own”, You try to push her off if you but she won't move, “Come on, just one round, that's all I need”, This needy Yujin is not good for your sex drive. “You're gonna have to make it up to me”, Yujin nods before jumping off your lap to kneel in front of you, “I'll handle it from here daddy”

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“Welcome”, Eunbi greets you at her door as soon as you knock on it. “I didn't buy any PorkCrackling, I'm poor”, She nods and moves out of the way, “Let's talk”, She leads you to her living room. “Coffee? Tea?” You look at her with distant eyes, openly checking out her body and outfits. “Water”, She nods and comes back with a glass of water. The two of you sat there quietly, waiting for the other to speak first. Seeing how distant and reserved you are makes Eunbi feel hurt. “I'm here, because I want to talk about our relationship”, You took a sip, telling her to continue. “Do you want to continue it?”

You stay quiet for sometimes, trying to inspect her expression to see what she's thinking. “Look I just want to know first, did you plan to blackmail me back then?” You shake your head, “I just want a one night stand. Don't mind too much about what I said during our sex, it's just a heat in the moment thing”, Playing hard to get is the way to fish her out. “So you don't plan to continue this? At all?” Why is she acting so desperate? Even you got taken off guard with that. “Why do you want to continue?” Eunbi sighs, “I think we can work this out. A part of me feels like what we had yesterday was the best thing I've ever experienced. Another part of me knows how risky it is but……. I don't care”

She lied, you can tell she just lied to you. There's more to the story and you don't feel comfortable having such crucial information hidden from you. “That's a little too unbelievable. You're a principal with a lot of burden and responsibility. Not to mention you're a psychologist, having this relationship continue definitely isn't going to be a good thing for my mental health”, She widened her eyes, yet you can see there's a little panic in there. “Do you actually care about my mental health?” She does, you managed to see that in her eyes, “I do, I really do, and….. I don't know if you're gonna take this well. But I want to continue this relationship, so I can keep you close. So I can guide you through your problems”

Remember that thing called ‘conflict of interest’ that you think about on your first session? Yeah maybe she just doesn't know about it. “Do you think it's a good idea?” She nods confidently, “We can help each other, I'm sure of it. Please just trust me on this one, let's try it first”, Eunbi is desperate. Her mind has been overtaken by her desire and her heart is overtaken by her generosity and empathy. It's pretty fucked up, but she genuinely belief that what she's doing can benefit you both. “Fine”, You can almost see her heart skip a beat the moment you say that. “Thank you, I'm sure we can work this out”, She reaches out and holds your hand. 

“I'm a little horny from yesterday, so get on your knees and suck me slut”, Like a robot she just kneels in front of you and looks at you with pleasing eyes. “Suck my dick”, She nods enthusiastically, her hand reaching out to unbuckle your belt before pulling down your pants. Eunbi leans forward and bites your boxer before pulling it down with her mouth. She really wants this huh? “You're so big master”, Eunbi pressed her face to your cock while closing her eyes. The heat, the girth, the size, it all imprinted on her face and memory, she needs this. “Are you gonna start working or not?” Your word woke her up, her hand gently held on to your shaft, controlling your cock so she could freely kiss it all over.

Teasing has never been your thing when you're on the receiving end. However, you let her have her way for now, besides, having a good top-down view of her cleavage is pretty nice. A moan escapes her mouth as she starts to pull your tip into her mouth. Her tiny mouth wraps around your cock nicely as her tongue is licking your shaft. A small grunt escapes your mouth from the stimulation. Pleasuring you is pleasurable for her, it feels nice, like a kid being rewarded for their good behaviour. Despite your size, Eunbi can take your whole length comfortably due to the training you've given her. 

Slowly she starts to push her head lower into your cock, without any trouble she easily lets your cock pass into her throat. Her movements are slow and sensual, which is a little disappointing because you've been teaching her to be a cock hungry slut. “You're gonna make me fall asleep, slut”, You stand up after 5 minutes of her slow and sensual blowjob. Hearing your words she felt down for disappointing you, but also giddy because you're about to ruin her. “I'll do the moving, get ready”, Eunbi nods enthusiastically and prepares her throat.

First, you hold her hair, then you start fucking her face aggressively. “Gghag gaagh ghag ggahg”, The sounds of her gagging on your cock make you fuck her even faster. Tears starts to fall down her eyes and she grabs on to your thighs for support. Being used like a toy, seeing your lustful face, having you choking her out with your cock, it's really too much for her. A muffled scream can be heard from her mouth, looking down you can see her falling down on her butt as she just has an orgasm. “What a slut. Did you just cum before me?” You slap her cheek making her orgasm got even more intense. 

“Useless toy”, You slap her again and starts to fuck her even harder. Eunbi's eyes rolled into the back of her head out of ecstasy, seeing this made you feel, strong. Being in power, it feels nice doesn't it? “Fuck take my load you slut”, You grunt before slamming your hips into her face. Eunbi groans as she feels your thick sperm travelling down her throat, shooting right into her stomach and filling it up. As your ejaculation passes away you pull out your cock. Her spit is coating it fully, making a trail of saliva between it and her mouth. “I'm sorry master, I just like your cock too much”, Eunbi wants to make it up to you and starts to kiss your cock.

“Get on the couch slut”, Eunbi smiled and stood up, she pulled up her dress showing off her bare ass and pussy. “You were ready for this aren't you slut?” You spank her, it's not as good as Yujin's but it's decent enough. “Yes master, I can't get enough of you”, Eunbi swayed her hips trying to make you move faster. “I want your ass slut”, You kneel down and spit on her asshole. “Hhhnngg, take it master. Take whatever you want from me”, Your tongue slither into her hole and starts to tease it. Slowly you push forward and start to prepare it. Her hole is already prepared by your training regime so you easily slip one finger in, then two, then three. “I'm ready for you master, please fuck me”, Eunbi let out a soft whine. 

You stand up and put your tip against her hole, “Goddamn your body is so unfair”, Hearing your compliments, Eunbi starts to push against your cock until your tip manages to get in. “I hope your house is soundproofed”, Both of your hands grab onto her hips, “Shove it in master”, Without waiting for a single second more you immediately push in and make her scream. As she's adjusting to your size you pull back and pound her again. The tightness of her hole felt so good, it's not so tight that you feel strangled but just tight enough to give you a little pain. “Fuck, you're so tight slut”, You continue pounding her while Eunbi can only let out moans and grunts.

As she adjusts to your cock you start to get even more aggressive, your hips move by itself pounding her aggressively. Soon the sounds of flesh slapping against each other drowns out her moans. “Fuck finish me off with your tits”, You pull away from her. Despite having her mind overdosed by pleasure Eunbi immediately jumps off the couch like a good slut she is. Taking off her dress you fear your eyes upon her voluptuous chess. You sat back down on the couch and Eunbi scurry to kneel in front of you. She spits on your cock before wrapping it with her soft melons, “Fuck that felt good”, You lean back on the couch, savouring this heavenly moment. Eunbi feels proud hearing you say that and starts moving her boobs up and down, “Are you gonna cum master? Can I taste your sperm again? Please feed your pathetic toy with your thick cum”, Your waist pushes forwards and Eunbi immediately takes the tip into her mouth. Your second ejaculation arrived, much more intense than the first one. Eunbi also had her second orgasm, the moment your thick white cum sprays into her mouth it's all over for her.

Eunbi squirts all over her carpet as she continues stroking you in order to milk every last drop of cum she can get. Once you empty your ball Eunbi opens her mouth showing off her bountiful harvest. Then she closes her eyes before gulping it all down and opens her mouth again to show there's not a single drop that goes to waste. “Good job slut”, You felt drained, literally and figuratively, “Hehehehe, thank you master”, She kissed your cock and just played around with it as you cooled down.

“I need to go get something to eat”, You said after chilling on the couch for a while, “You can eat here master, I'll cook you something”, Meanwhile Eunbi is still playing with your cock. “No”, Actually you really want to but you'll say no just to see what she's gonna do. “I insist, please stay the night. It's already late, I'll cook you something and you can even stay the night”, It seems like it's not Eunbi the slit that's talking but Eunbi the caring psychologist. Fuck is it even right to call her a psychologist at this point? “Fine, I need to clean myself”, Eunbi nods and pulls you to the bathroom.

He said yes, oh god he said yes. This is good, this is perfect. Now you can keep him safe Eunbi, he doesn't need to go home to his mom. Okay calm down now, let's make sure not to freak him out. If I want to shield him from his toxic household I should establish that my place is a safe haven for him. Let's cook him a meal first. I hope he likes pork cutlet.

“Pork cutlet? Aren't this expensive?” Are they? Or is it just you living in poverty for so long that you have a skewed view of living expenses? “It's not that expensive, come on enjoy it while it's hot”, Eunbi pulls you to the dining table. She sits next to you seemingly waiting for you to start eating. “I hate hot rice”, You grunted as you started blowing some air in order to cool it down. “Why? Hot rice is the best rice. Everything tastes better when they're still hot”, Clearly she's not talking about ice cream. “I hate them”, You try your best to cool it down with your breath before eating one. “Why?” The slut Eunbi is gone and now only the caring and supportive Eunbi left. 

“Everytime mom cooks something for the family she always ends up beating me up. I burned my mouth when I was a kid because she kept forcing me to eat steaming hot rice. I hate them”, You scoffed before you continued blowing some air. Eunbi felt her heart break hearing you say that, she reaches out carefully to caress your hair. You stay quiet, letting her get closer to you, also because her hand feels nice on your head. “Here let me help you eat then”, Seeing you're not repulsed by her affection, Eunbi decides to push further. You stare at her with a ‘are you serious?’ look and she just smiles. 

“Fine”, Eunbi smiled and took the spoon off your hand. You've seen this before, in the movies. Scenes of a mother feeding her childs are nothing but a movie scene for you. It's laughable to even think about your mom feeding you, as far as you remember your brother sometimes feeds you, most of the time you just learn how to eat yourself. Deep down, you want to experience it at least once. Having someone taking care of your needs even if it's something as insignificant as this. It feels nice, maybe Eunbi can be used as more than just a sexual relief. 

Eunbi notices your glassy eyes, but she stays quiet. It makes her happy that you're enjoying this. From the outside this is just a cute little moment between a damaged person with someone who would care for him. However, looking in, this whole situation is a catalyst. A little poison on Eunbi’s mind that would feed her twisted love for you. The sex you had with her fuels her depraved and lusty side. The vulnerable and heartwarming dinner would fuel her caring and loving side. This, this night will be the start of her new obsession.

“There, do you like it?” Eunbi says as you finish your dinner, you shrug and just stay quiet. “Make yourself at home okay? I'll be cleaning the dishes”, You sigh and walk outside, “Where are you going”, Eunbi said concerned. “You need to walk after you eat”, But she wouldn't let you do this little ritual, “Come on sweetie, just sit on the couch, it's late already and god knows how many dangers there are out there”, Eunbi holds your hand refusing to let go. “I'm walking around your backyard”, She smiles and nods, she's scared that you'll just run off to the night but if you stay in her backyard at least she can watch over you.

You walk around her backyard, trying to find a decent place to sit before pulling out your cigarette and starting smoking. As Eunbi finishes her dishes she goes to check in on you and her heart rate goes up seeing you smoke. “What are you doing?” She yells at you before angrily straddles towards you, “Burning some calories”, You said nonchalantly. Eunbi pulls the cigarette from your mouth and throws it to the ground and stomps it. “Listen young man, you're still way too young for smoking- No. You are not allowed to smoke. It's dangerous and ruins your health. No more smoking”, This is annoying. How come you never think about her stance towards smoking? 

“I've been smoking for years, it's not a big deal”, You decide to piss her off by taking out your cigarette box. “No. No more smoking”, She grabs it and squeezes it with her hand, destroying all the cigarettes inside. “Why do you that?” Calling her slut would be a bad idea as it is very clear she's not in the mood for it. “Because smoking is bad for your health. Go back inside, now”, It's annoying, but that's pretty much it, you understand her anger. As soon as you stand up Eunbi decides to grab your hand and escort you inside herself. “I don't want you to smoke anymore from now on”, She crosses her arm and glares at you, “Yeah whatever”, You raise your hand.

“Good, now….. I'll prepare your bed, wait here okay?” You open your phone ignoring her, Eunbi feels a little angry by your rebellious attitude but she understands she needs to be patient. Checking your phone you see Yujin is asking for your location, “I'm busy rn”, Is that all you're gonna say? “Your bed is ready”, Eunbi says as you are busy with your phone. “That was quick, did you prepare it beforehand already?” Eunbi smiles and grabs you to follow her. Turns out, there's a few bedrooms here, and she picks one closest to hers for you to sleep in. “I hope you like it”, It's very minimalist, the size of the room made this whole place seem empty, especially compared to your messy room.

You look at Eunbi who's smiling at you, maybe you should reward her. Yeah that sounds nice. You grab her waist and push her to the wall, before she gets to react, you lean in and kiss her. “Ahhhhh, sweetie”, That was not slave Eunbi that's moaning. In fact with the way her hand wraps around you it's much more reminiscent of how Yujin starts to hug you today. A smile forms on your face as you realise what this means, Eunbi is actually falling for you. Your hand got bold and grabbed her ass making her let out another moan. As you pull away you can feel her hands are caressing your head and back. Her eyes are unfocused but still glancing towards your lips, hoping for more. 

“Master”, She whines, “No, I'm tired, go to your room and leave me alone”, Eunbi felt disappointed, she doesn't want to end the night this early. “Please master? Just a quickie?” Eunbi leans forward and presses her tits to your chest. “I said leave already”, She flinches hearing your words, “Okay”, She sighs and nods before leaving you alone. It's been a long day, your whole body is exhausted and you want nothing else but a good long sleep. “When things goes too well, life will fuck you over”

And behold, the universe decides to fuck you over in form of your new girlfriend. “What do you mean you were out with a friend?” Her eyes are filled with rage and pure disdain, “I’m out with my friends, what else do you want to know?” You are definitely not ready to have her turn into a clingy girlfriend. “You prefer spending time with them over me?” She turns her back to you, despite her words you can tell she's more angry towards herself rather towards you. Jealousy is beneath her, at least that's what she thought, “Listen princess, I'm just out for a day. Why are you so mad all of the sudden?” You hug her from behind and give her a kiss to the cheek which calms her down a little.

“I know your house is a piece of shit. So where do you spend the night huh? Were you having one night stands again?” Do you lie? “You could say that”, Should've fucking lie pussy. “You're so fucking unbelievable you know that?” Yujin pushes you away but your grip remains strong, “Look I'm sorry okay? I had a date already set up. It was the last time I'll do it”, There is no way you're getting out of this with that excuse. “Promise?” Holy shit you are, “I promise, I'll make it up to you”, Don't smirk, don't do that, you're not being sly, she's just being stupid. “What can you even do to make it up to me huh? Didn't you just beg me to be your sugar mommy?” Yujin scoffed but she does feel less angry now. “I'll come up with something. Anyway tomorrow I'm gonna be having a gym class so today is no sex for me”

After an hour of pleading and flirting you manage to calm Yujin down and the two of you end up cuddling together. Thankfully the needy and touchy Yujin would vanish the moment you two got back to school. For a while things are going great for you. Sleeping around between Yujin and Eunbi hasn't brought any trouble. Everytime they asked where you spent the night while you were with the other one you would just lie and distract them with sex. There's this voice in your head telling you this couldn't go on forever. Telling you that you need to make a choice in the end. And if you don't, things are gonna end terribly for you. Of course, like usual you just ignore it and enjoy the moment.

The first sign of trouble comes from Yujin, one day her bratty side starts acting up to get your attention, “You think you're better than me?” There goes your plan of laying low, “Yujin can you just shut up? It wasn't even a race”, She's absolutely livid by the fact that you beat her in the 200 metre dash. “Yeah? You think I was too slow to beat you?” Say yes, do it pussy you won't.

“Enough, go get changed and prepare for your next class”, Save by the bell it seems, your gym teacher swoops in and breaks you two apart. Unfortunately there was nobody who could save you when Yujin drags you to the rooftop and starts making out with you. “Damnit Yujin we're in school”, And I'm trying to stop the rumours from spreading out. “Fuck it, come on I'm so fucking horny already. You told me last night you're not gonna have sex but you just keep groping me the whole night”, It's hard to not do that when her ass is so inviting. “I'm not doing shit that could land me in hot water here. You know how the school works, rumour spreads like wildfire and I'm not taking any chances”, Despite the power dynamic between the two of you, Yujin is taller and stronger than you so she could easily keep you pinned to the wall.

“Just fuck me already, pleaseeeee”, She whines while her hands are feeling up your chest. “You're gonna have to wait until the school is over”, Yujin doesn't like that answer and starts kissing you aggressively. Her hand is doing their best to undress you but you keep stopping her. “Why?” She got frustrated and started yelling at you, “Because I told you so”, Spank her. Wait, would that make her even more horny? “You're not having another therapy session with that cow today aren't you?” The thing is, you do, which leaves you in a crossroads. Do you appeal to Yujin and make Eunbi suspicious, or do you appeal to Eunbi and make Yujin even more frustrated.  “I can reschedule for tomorrow”, Let's hope you didn't make Eunbi too mad.

“What do you mean you need to reschedule for tomorrow?” Eunbi roared as you broke the news. “I need to meet up with some friends. You know how it is”, The two of you are in her office, thankfully it's Minho's class so you can ask permission to talk to Eunbi and skip class. “Are you smoking again?” Yes, but don't tell her that, “No, I just want to hangout with them”, Eunbi walks around her table before sitting on your lap. “You can't just leave me, I want to have another session here, in my office”, Eunbi rubs her head on to your neck while her hands are hugging you tight. “I can't Eunbi, I want to go out for a little bit”, You caress her hair making her moan. It's been a while now, but Eunbi has develop this risky kink and has been begging you to fuck her again in her office. It's hot, but you find her begging and whining to be hotter so you just keep declining her.

“Then you can come back to me at night right?” Eunbi gives some soft kisses to your neck, “I think we're gonna be out for the night for some drinking”, The kiss turns into a bite. “You're not drinking any alcohol on school night”, Is this what you want? A caring and overbearing mother figure? “Alright fine, but I'm still going out and I'll sleep in my place today. After all I'm gonna be exhausted and there's no point in coming back to your place”, Eunbi flinches hearing you say that. She doesn't like that at all, she wants her house to be your safe haven, not just some brothel. “You can still come by. I'll cook you some dinner and provide you a place to sleep like usual”, This time you flinch hearing her words. 

“I don't mean to belittle you sweetie. I just feel a little scared of you okay? Your house isn't a good place to stay in and I just want to take care of you. That's the promise right? You help me with my sexual needs and I'll help you with your daily needs”, The whole arrangement you have with her is iffy at best, maybe it's time to put it on paper so you can work things out professionally. “That is not what I signed up for. You said you'll help me mentally, not provide my daily needs”, Eunbi is taken by surprise seeing your sudden aggressive tone.

Her mind quickly connects the dots and realises what she does wrong, “Sweetie it's just that I'm scared for you. You're still growing and you need a lot of stuff such as protein and vitamins to make sure your body growth doesn't get stunted. On top of that a good bed is a must if you don't want to ruin your spine. A healthy body can lead to a healthy mind”, Pity is something that you've always hated. Being pitied by someone is the worst feeling ever, and on top of that you're too stubborn to accept help that comes out of pity despite how much you need it. “I'm done here”, You try to push her away but she clings on to you, “No don't be like that. Come on let me explain myself”, Eunbi pleads, “No”, Holy shit, you're becoming a tsundere as well. “Don't be so hurried, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I'm doing this because I care, not because I pity you”, Is there even a difference to it?

If I make her fall for me, then she'll do it out of love, not pity. Is that the key? Make her fall for me?

“I need to go to class, let's talk tomorrow”, Eunbi sighs seeing your determined look, “Okay, see you later. Don't do anything stupid okay?” She kisses your cheek before getting off your lap. As you're about to leave you see a gift box on her dress. “What's this?” You pick it up and read the note on it. “Oh it was nothing”, Eunbi tried to take it back from you but you managed to read the Jinyoung? The gym teacher tries to ask you out?” An amused grin grew on your face but the moment you saw her guilty expression you immediately hid your smile. “It really wasn't anything, I didn't plan to accept it at all”, Loyalty is a good trait for a slave.

Wait, this could be a good thing. If I break her down using her guilt then I can use her, especially her house. Yeah that could work, that way she's not doing it out of pity, but because she wants to make it up to me. Jesus I don't know why you're suddenly being nice but thanks Life, or the Universe, or God. Whatever.

“I heard a lot of the students have a crush on him. He's kinda handsome you know”, You smile making her heart freeze for a second. “I, don't care”, Watching her body language you can see how nervous she is, “Oh? You focus more on what's on the inside rather than the outside? Commendable principles I guess”, Eunbi took the box out of your hand and threw it to the trash bin. “It's not important, okay? It's just a one-sided crush from him”, Eunbi felt so angry, she can see how jealous you are (Are you jealous?) which means her plans of making you open up to her are in jeopardy. “I see how it is now. You want me to teach you all the good things about sex so you can please your future boyfriend, is that it?” You raise your voice just enough to show her a sliver of anger.

“No I'm not, I really don't feel that way towards him. He's just a nobody, come on don't be mad please master”, Eunbi jumps to hug you while giving you a pleading face. You open your mouth before closing it again, then you show her some confused and conflicted expression before your face turns cold and glares at her silently. “Don't be so angry, you know I didn't care about him”, Eunbi poked your chest playfully while giving you some cute face to calm you down.

You grab her and push her to the desk before your lips crash onto hers and make out with her in an aggressive manner. Eunbi felt surprised, but also, happy. She likes that you're getting jealous, it's a sign that you actually care about her and don't want her to leave you. On top of it, she is weak to your dominant side. She hopes that you're not angry but it would be lying if she says a part of her wasn't looking forward to the punishment you're gonna give her. Just the thought alone makes her body shiver, her arms and legs hugs you tight and pulls you closer. A gesture she hopes can reassure you that the gift was really nothing to her.

Your lips trail down into her cheek then to her neck before roughly biting onto it. “Ahhhhh, calm down sweetie”, She said but her hand held your head and pushed it deeper as if it's asking for more. For some reason, acting like this actually makes you feel excited as well. Marking her down with your bite mark and hickeys feels so, empowering. This girl, this stuck-up principal that's definitely has been the target of countless classmates’ wet dream is right now squirming in your embrace. She's yours, an obedient slave that you won't ever let go.

As you pull back you can clearly see the red mark you left on her neck and it puts a smile on your face. You quickly hide it before facing Eunbi, showing off your cold stare to her. “You're mine, slut”, Eunbi felt her breath hitch, “Yes master”, Her eyes were clouded with ecstasy and anticipation. Fuck was picking Yujin was the wrong move? “Do you understand? You're mine and mine alone slut”, Due to the heat of the moment you just spit on her face, like a barbarian. Yet instead of getting angry or taken off guard she just moans and closes her eyes. “I'm yours master”, This whole fiasco is so much easier than you expected, perhaps a little too easy? “Good, don't you ever forget that”, You use her intoxicated state to quietly slip away from her office.

Master~

“What the fuck are you wearing?” Goddamn she has such nice thighs. “Do you like it? I know you always wanted a good little girl”, Yujin raises both of her legs to the bed and shows off her thighs. Her pussy is blocked by her legs but you can tell she's not wearing anything underneath there. “Are you gonna call me daddy from now on?” You chuckled, “Is that what you want? Daddy?” Be careful now, you might just lose your Dom position in this relationship. “I fucking live for girls with daddy issues”, Only the hot one though, no offence.

“Do you want to see how wet I am daddy?” Yujin moves her leg side to side trying to tease you, “Ohhhh? Princess is already so desperate for me?” You walk closer before kneeling in front of her. Yujin immediately opens her legs showing her drenched pussy, “Yes daddy, I'm so fucking horny”, Yujin moans. “Is that so? Let me help you then princess”, You kiss her thighs making her quiver in excitement, “I need you daddy”, You kiss her other thighs, then you slowly trail up to her pussy with your kisses. 

You give her inner thigh one hard bite before you move to her pussy. Sucking in her clit gently is enough to make Yujin let out a moan, her hands desperately griping on to her bedsheets preparing for your attacks. Your mouth starts to get to work, licking and sucking her clit over and over again making Yujin let out a moan that keeps louder and louder each time. At a particular flick you managed to make her let out a muffled scream so you did the flick again, and again, and again, and again, refusing to let her have time to take a breather. In no time she let out a scream, her legs locked your head in with her voluptuous thighs pressing the side of your head. You can't complain though, it felt nice, especially with how soft it is. “I'm cumming daddy”, Yujin grabs your head with one hand and pulls you deeper into her pussy. 

As she reaches her climax she squirts her juice all over your face while involuntarily tries to crush your head with her thighs. Thankfully it passes soon enough and she drops her leg onto your shoulder and starts panting on the bed. “I'm not done yet princess”, You stand up and crawl on top of her, your hand moves to her pussy and your finger starts to rub her clit. “Ahhhh, daddy”, She moans but you silence her with a kiss. One of your fingers pushes into her, then two, and then three, then they start pumping in and out with vicious intent while you continue making out with her. Yujin's body is convulsing aggressively as you continue fingering her. “Daddy….. you're so….. mean”, She lets out some moans between the kisses. Of course she isn't complaining, after all her hand is tightly hugging on to your head while your hand got even more aggressive.

“Daddy I'm CUMMMMIIIINNGGGGGG”, She screams to your mouth as her second orgasm arrives. Her body lays down on the bed already exhausted, yet her eyes are locked onto yours with anticipation. “This will be a long night princess”

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“Baby why are you so tired? Don't tell me you're actually out for the whole night”, Eunbi says with a concerned look on her face. “It's, none of your business”, You sigh and close your eyes, enjoying the soft pillow known as Eunbi's thighs while her hand is gently caressing your hair. “Baby, you can't be that irresponsible. Minho said you got scolded for sleeping in class, twice. If you keep doing this then I won't let you go out at night”, Although she does feel worried about you, most of her anger stems from her frustration. You left her while she was heated yesterday after seeing your jealous side. Last night was so tormenting for her as she finds out that her toys are no longer pleasuring her like it used to. Now, once your ‘therapy session’ finally arrives you just lay down there fully exhausted while her body is screaming for some release.

“I'll make it up to you later okay? Just give me a second to rest”, Although you hate to admit it, Yujin actually managed to get on the upper hand yesterday. Who would've thought getting called ‘daddy’ would be your weak spot? “Fine, I'll let you rest for now. But after this we're going straight to my house and I won't let you leave again”, Ominous, is she foreshadowing something sinister? “You have very soft thighs, you know that?” Your hand gently gropes it making her squeal. “Babeeee, don't do that unless you want to fuck me”, Maybe you should introduce her to edging soon, her whines is always so cute and enjoyable to watch.

“Stop calling me babe”, It's not fun when your fish just jump on the boat, there's no thrill or glory for getting a fish that way. “I don't want to call you master all the time. I like it but it always makes me too horny”, Eunbi pout, “Fine whatever”, If she wants to get caught that much then why should you refuse a free meal. “Can you sleep in my bed tonight babe?” Eunbi moves from your hair into your cheek, “Hhhhmmmm”, You grunt with your eyes still closed. “Babe?” Eunbi refuses to let you rest, “Whatever”, You say before biting her thighs. “Ahhhh, baby please don't do that okay? I'm already dying from heat and you're just being extra mean by teasing me”, Eunbi pouts again.

“Lay down here with me Eunbi”, She looks at you for a second, some because she's excited, some because she's scared of what you will do. Reluctantly she let you off her lap before laying down next to you. The two of you lay there together, your limbs intertwined with each other while your torso is pressing against each other to accommodate for the small couch. You can feel her heartbeat as her chess is pressed against yours, you can feel her breath on your face, you can see every single pore of her flawless skin on her face. Gently you caress her cheek making her body shiver, “What exactly do you want Eunbi?” Looking at her ecstatic gaze you can tell she's way too drunk to think straight.

“I want you….. master”, Eunbi moans feeling your other hand caressing her thighs, “As your master?” Your hand slipped under her skirt and pulled it up, exposing her bare thighs. “Master”, Another moan escaped her lips as your hand started playing around with her ass. “What do you want, Eunbi? You know I'm not blind, and right now you're being overly suspicious with all your demands and behaviour”, Eunbi tried to focus but your hands are making it too hard for her. “I, love you master”, What the fuck? Love? Already? Even Yujin hasn't thought about that word yet. 

“You're lying”, Let's press her about this, it's kinda fun seeing so helpless in your arms. “No I'm not, I love you master”, To prove it she leaps in and presses her lips onto yours. The moment your lips touched you can feel her body shaking in a familiar manner. This slut just had an orgasm from a kiss. “Masterrrr…….”, She moans as her hands hug you, clutching onto your shirt desperately as you press your thighs into her pussy. This kiss, it's as arousing to you as it is to her. Your desperate need for control is your biggest weakness. After all, you'll always lose yourself the moment you find someone submitting to you. While her body is spasming out of control you decided to make her orgasm last forever.

One of your hands slips inside her panties and furiously rubs her clit while your other hand grabs her neck and gently chokes her out. “Ahhhhhh, master, more”, Eunbi breaks the kiss while her nails are scratching you through your uniform. “You're a slut aren't you? A slut so desperate for sex that you just fall in love with the first person who can satisfy your perverted side”, Your hand tightens its grip on her neck while your other hand starts fingering her. “Yes master”, She squeals, her hand stops hugging you and instead grabs onto the hands that's choking her. “Is that what you want? To be my slave? To be a cumdumpster that lives only for my pleasure?” Eunbi nods before coughing. 

These feelings, it's way too much for her. Her brain almost loses consciousness due to the lack of oxygen and the overload of dopamine. Thankfully you recognise this and relaxed your grip letting her take a breather. Eunbi presses her head onto your shoulder, coughing out loud as her orgasm passes. You take away your hand from her pussy and just hug her tight. “Is that all you want?” You whisper in her ears, “To be my toy?” You use a serious and demanding tone. Eunbi tries her hardest to hold her moan hearing how serious your tone is. “No baby, I want you. I love you, and I care for you. It breaks my heart everytime I remember about your home condition. I care for you so much that I can't help but to fall in love when I know you are PorkCrackling, my mysterious master. I love you more than anything and I don't want to let you go. I need you, my body needs you. I can't help it, okay? I just want you to help me with my pathetic sexual drive, and to ease my heart. I love you, master”

Eunbi hugs you tight, not daring to look you in the eyes in fear that her tears would just fall down. All emotions in her just suddenly burst open through her words of confessions. She didn't mean to say this so soon, she wants to take things slow. To make you feel comfortable around her and more accepting of her role in your life. It's just that, something snapped in her mind. She believes it comes yesterday when you turn all Yandere but she couldn't be further from the truth. Something in her mind snapped the moment you had sex with her in her office. Just like he said, the revelation that you're PorkCrackling actually awakened something inside her. Everytime she indulges her desires, things just get worse and worse. Day and nights she wouldn't be able to work properly without your touch. Today, after seeing that you actually have some form of feeling for her yesterday plus her frustration for not having sex for the last 5 days has made her desire boil. This confession, it terrifies her, she's scared that you would say no.

As the guilt and horror is overtaking her your hand starts to caress her hair. Immediately you feel her body relax, you can even feel her breath calm down a little. A smile crept up on your face, letting her hope rise for a moment before you let her down, “Eunbi, I'm in a relationship”, You can almost hear her heart break. “What?” Even her voice breaks, “I'm in a relationship already”, What's your intention with this move again? “But babe”, Eunbi clutches your body tightly, it's very subtle but you can feel her sudden rise of aggression. “It's complicated”, Oh my god, you're trying to make things harder for yourself just so you can savour the hunt. Very scummy of you.

“What do you mean it's complicated. Are you in a relationship or not”, Eunbi pulls away from the hug and both of her hands hold your face. “It's complicated, okay? I'm not sure what we are”, You look away avoiding her gaze. “Baby, just tell me, everything”, Yeah you're not gonna do that, “I need some time okay?” You pull away from her embrace. “No, stay here and tell me everything”, She grabs your hand refusing to let you slip away. “Eunbi, just give me a day, okay? I'll sort this out”, The way you say that makes it sound so ambiguous that she can't help but feel scared. “Where are you going”, Eunbi said as you stood up, “I need time”, You said facing away from her.

Seeing your back turn to her, Eunbi can hear a voice screaming for her to run for me. Begging her to not let me go, to just jump to me and hold me tight and never let go. Yet her body refuses to follow, she just sits there while you leave the room, almost bursting into tears. She's heartbroken, all this time you've been seeing someone else? No, even worse, she's the someone else. All this time, your heart was already in another place. The tears that's threatening to fall down hot stopped by a screaming voice in her mind. 

Stop crying you idiot. Follow him. He said it's complicated and he doesn't want to tell us, so we need to check for ourselves. Whoever he's fucking can't be better than you, wake up already. Get on your feets and start walking. We need to see who is this bitch that dares to take him away from us. Follow him, see if he returns to that whore's house.

The voice is right, well at least Eunbi thinks it's right. She packed up her things quickly before running off from her office. Her eyes scanned the school entrance and found you, she sneakily followed you, however much to her disappointment you just returned back to your home instead. 

Fuck, what now?

He always goes out at night with his friends. We need to wait until dark.

Where?

Just wait in that-

Her schizophrenic episode has to wait however as she hears a scuffle inside your house. “The fuck you mean you throw them away. You sell them in the pawnshop for money bitch?” Inside, you're fuming with anger and start screaming at your mom. “It’s my stuff since he bought it with my money. I can do whatever I want with it”, You can feel your face crumble further hearing her words. Your brother's stuff, all that shit he bought using HIS OWN money just got pawned off by your mom. 

“Where? Where did you sell them you fucking old cunt”, You scream again while she just spit on you. “Get the fuck out here you ungrateful bastard. You think you're hot shit because you found a new place to sleep? Fuck off and never come back”,  She yells at you and turn her back to you. “I said-”, You grab her hand to stop her but then she just swings the bottle of vodka she's drinking to your head. A sickening *thump* could be heard as the bottle connected with your temple. It doesn't break, but it might be better if it does. “Useless bastard”, You heard your mom scream while you're trying to orient yourself. Before you get to do that she takes another swing and yet again the bottle manages to not break, which means your skull just took the impact and caused your brain to be shaken inside it.

“Useless fucking pig”, She screams you fall down to the ground, it feels like you would just pass out any moment. Deciding to help you, she throws the bottle on your head, this time it breaks, causing glass shards to rain on your head and cut up your skin. “I should've fucking aborted you the moment I had you”, With a kick she completely knock you out unconscious, your body slumped down on the ground with bloods dripping down your face. Your mom doesn't stop though, she just continues kicking your body while screaming relentlessly. 

Thankfully for you, this is a good sign that makes Eunbi want to step in. “Excuse me? Is anyone there?” She knocked on your door, “Fuck off”, That's the answer she got, “Uhhhh, ma'am, is everything alright in there? I heard some screams”, Eunbi felt her body shaking. Some because she's concerned about you, some because the voice in her head is screaming out of anger, threatening to kill your mom if she touches you. “I said FUCK OFF”, What now? Just break in, save him. Obviously that cunt did something to him. “Ma'am I just need to talk to- '' Eunbi's words cut short as your mom opened the door, anger written all over her face.

“It's you again, what the fuck do you want?” Eunbi disregards the hostility and just scans the room inside. There's too much random stuff all over the face for her to properly find you. However her eyes immediately saw your leg, laying on the ground while your body is hidden behind a kitchen counter. “What did you do to him”, Eunbi's face crumble and glare back at your mom, “None of your fuc-”, Without waiting for her to finish her words, Eunbi forcefully push the door slamming it into your mom's face while she's at it. “Bitch”, Your mom screams, but out of pure anger Eunbi grabs the whore's head and slams it to the wall. Then she slammed it again, and again, and again until your mom's body slumped down on the ground, unconscious.

Seeing the threat is, neutralised, Eunbi runs to your body, and as soon as she sees your bleeding face she screams and runs to you. “Baby are you okay? Baby? Babe please wake up”, Eunbi pulls you into her embrace, but you're just out of it. She quickly calls the police, frantically screaming for an ambulance to come quickly. While she's waiting she just holds you close, trying desperately to talk to you and wake you up to make sure you're okay. Unfortunately, her effort resulted in nothing, fear starts to overtake her and tears start to fall down her face. Once the ambulance arrives she just jumps inside with you, hoping that you'll wake up.

That bitch, we should've fucking kill her right there and then.

NOT NOW!!!!! He's dying, fuck he's dying. What should we do?

You calm down first. They said he's fine then he's fine. His reading is stable so he's just passed out for now.

Fuck but what if-

Eunbi, calm down! 

I…… I need to calm down. 

Correct, we just need to stand by him until he's awake. Everything's gonna be fine, for him. For his whore of a mother, we need to deal with her later.

Ultimately her fear and worry didn't vanish, but it lowered tremendously. Eunbi stays by your side from the ambulance all the way to the hospital. Once you're there she just waits patiently in front of the emergency room as they check on your injuries. After what felt like hours of waiting a doctor finally came out and broke the news.

"Mrs. Mwon, thank you for waiting. The patient is stable and resting comfortably now. He experienced a mild concussion, which caused him to pass out briefly. The cut he gained from what appears to be glass isn't deep. Unfortunately some of them require stitches however all of the wounds are already closed. We've conducted initial assessments and scans, and there are no signs of more serious brain injury or bleeding. However, he will need to be monitored closely for the next few hours to ensure there are no further complications. He may experience headaches, dizziness, and fatigue as he recovers, but these are typical after a concussion. We'll keep you updated on his progress and provide further instructions for his care before he's discharged. Please feel free to ask any questions you may have, and know that we're here to support both you and….. your son?"

Eunbi shakes her head, “He's not my son. He's just one of my students that grows in a rough home. Her mom is the one who did this, what's her status?” Deep inside she's hoping that your mom would have a permanent brain injury and just die. “I see, she's also stable for now. However the excessive alcohol level in her bloodstream made us think there's more of her that we need to check on, more specifically, her liver. If this is a domestic violence case as you've said we will need to contact child protective services”, Eunbi nods, maybe she could convince them to let you stay under her protection. “Can I see him now?” The doctor nods and leads her to your room.

As soon as she saw you Eunbi bolted next to you, her hand couldn't stop shaking as she grabbed onto yours. “He will be out for a few hours. If he's still not waking up by today we will do further check, but for now we'll let him rest” Eunbi nods and just stares at you, disregarding the doctor and nurse around her. Hours flew by quickly, she didn't realise it was already night until someone knocked on the door. “Miss Kwon, this are the child protective services, they are here to ask you a few questions”

Calm down Eunbi, now is the time for you to show your composure.

Taking a deep breath, Eunbi calms herself down before nodding. Surprisingly she does a pretty good job at describing what happens earlier. The hostility and hatred she has for your mom was hidden masterfully showing off only her concern for you. She even lied at some part feeling that she followed you home because you left your jacket at the therapy session. Oh right she also brings up the therapy session, thankfully she still has some form of professionalism and hides the contents, simply telling them you have a rough home. However this composure doesn't last forever as suddenly Yujin shows up at your door. “Where is he?” Yujin asked the nurse that's leading her, “He's inside, he's still recovering”, Yujin walked past Eunbi and went to your room.

“That would be all for now ma'am, thank you for your cooperation. We will contact you again if we need further testimonies”, Hearing she's free to go Eunbi immediately says her farewell and joins you back in your room. The moment she walks in her blood immediately boils seeing Yujin is holding your hand. The concern on the little girl's face tells her everything she needs to know. This bitch, this little whore is the one who's been snatching your heart right under her nose. Eunbi put up her mask, trying to act calm before asking Yujin, “Yujin Ahn? What are you doing here?” However Yujin doesn't fucking care about Eunbi. “Who did this to him”, Yujin asked coldly, for a moment Eunbi found a glimmer of joy seeing someone can help her take revenge. However, her…. Other side immediately takes over her mind with possessiveness. “His mom, now what are you doing here?” Yujin glanced at Eunbi with annoyance.

“Why else? I'm his girlfriend, his emergency contact, I should've been here. The question is, why are you here, you old cow?” Patience is a virtue, something Eunbi is slowly losing for every second Yujin is holding your hand. “I found him like this at his house. I tried to return his jacket but I heard commotion and found him lying on the floor”, Eunbi walked closer to you and stood by the other side of your bed. “You idiot, I told you you should've stayed at my place”, Yujin whispered softly, but Eunbi could hear it and something inside her almost snapped. Thankfully someone interrupted them, “Miss, please don't run away like that again”, A man in a black suit suddenly walks in the room.

“I'm busy okay, just cancel the dinner”, Yujin grumbles as her hand starts to fix your hair a little bit. “Miss, I'm afraid I can't do that. Your father insists for you to come by”, Eunbi is trying to find words to kick Yujin. Something to encourage her to leave but she can't find ways to do it without openly showing hostility due to her anger. “Fine, this better end fast”, Yujin let go of you before turning to Eunbi, “Take care of him while I'm gone”, Oh eunbi will make sure you're taken care of, and she'll also make sure Yujin will be gone, permanently. “I'll take care of him, be sure of that”, Yujin nods before turning back to you one last time. “I'll be back baby”, Yujin kisses your forehead and leaves the room. 

Silence persists for a long while in the room, Eunbi stands there like a statue. However despite her quietness there's a storm raging inside her. The other is slowly overtaking her. The pure possessiveness is making her insane. Right now, right at this moment, her mind, body and soul are attuned to one purpose and one purpose only, you. The world is cruel and harsh, and she knows there's only one way to keep you safe from it. She needs to take you under her wings, coddle you in her arms and hide you away from the world. She will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means she has to…… break some rule, and bones.

But she can't do it so suddenly. You're still scared by your mother, but literally and figuratively. God knows what type of trust issues you'll develop after that fight earlier. So Eunbi will take this slow, making sure you're more open and comfortable to the idea of being graded by her. You said that it's complicated, and even though she doesn't know much about Yujin she heard enough gossip about that bitch being a slut. Right now, she needs to dig deeper into that relationship, find things that she could press to make you second guess your relationship. Perhaps she wouldn't need to resort to anything…… physical.

Of course, all that can wait, for now she just needs to focus on keeping you company. Slowly she crawls onto the bed and lays there with you. If you're awake you'll find her body, the body you've embraced time and time again felt foreign and alien. This Eunbi, it's no longer the kind-hearted and empathetic therapist who always wanted to do good to the world. Her hands gently caress your hair and chest, she presses her forehead against your temple gently, making sure she doesn't hurt you. She embraces you, much like a dragon holding onto its treasures.

“You said I was yours only right master?”

She whispered in your ears.

"Ahhhhh. Ahhhhh. Ahhhhh," her moans as she fingered her pussy were music to your ears. The way she moved her mouth while searching for air and overstimulating herself was so sexy. Her eyes rolled, but she never lost control of the rope at any time, even if her body now contorted into multiple orgasms. Chaewon just closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride to paradise. Or maybe, in her dirty thoughts, straight to hell. She twisted and turned as if she were being electrocuted, but her hand never left her clit for even a second.

When Chaewon entered the final stage of her earth-shattering orgasm, her head started falling out of the bed, leading to the illusion that the rope had hanged her. As Chaewon's hand finally detached from her pussy, her body lied on the bed for a few seconds as if she were dead. You sure thought she was, getting up from the chair while you were watching her performance to check her pulse. There was a reason Chaewon only tried this move in someone else's company, after all.

At the same time you went in Chaewon's direction, the door started to bang. Her pulse looked fine as you checked it, but she remained unmoved ever since finishing her orgasm. It was an act all along. As Chaewon heard the banging door, she was suddenly brought back to life and detached the rope from her neck, flipping her body around to face you while picking up a cigarette to smoke. "Are you gonna let my guests in or not?" she asked.

In many ways, Kim Minju is the polar opposite of Chaewon. She hasn't undergone any rebranding since her days in Iz*one were over, still relying on her beauty and her cute, girlfriend-esque image to define her public persona and always playing it safe. Her recent vacation in Hawaii with Eunbi was a good example: while her older groupmate was taking bold photos in bikinis and showing herself swimming, Minju was fully clothed every single time she showcased herself while on vacation. 

Despite those differences, Chaewon and Minju were still as close as ever. The radical change in her former groupmate didn't alienate Minju; it rather made her curious. So much so that she accepted Chaewon's invitation to be her guest in an experience she had never been part of before.

Chaewon greeted Minju already in lingerie while smoking yet another cigarette as she looked at Minju's beautiful face and her manager along with her, just as Chaewon had requested. "Make yourself at home," she said. Minju was modest as always, wearing a black dress while her manager was still wearing work attire. Minju at first didn't know how to react, looking at her manager for a green light. "Go on, follow me," Chaewon said, encouraging her former groupmate.

Minju walked and sat on the bed. Chaewon had just "died" a couple minutes ago. The sun was starting to shine on this cold February day, making Chaewon's lingerie glow as it hit the dorm's curtains. Her manager followed and was going to sit as well until Chaewon interrupted him.

"Just her," she commanded. Reluctantly, Minju's manager moved closer to the chair where you were still sitting as Chaewon walked the room and stared at Minju, always in awe over her ethereal beauty, before she started asking her questions.

"Do you like to be dominated?" Chaewon asked. "Yes." Minju gave her a timid answer as Chaewon continued to interrogate her. "What's your safe word?" she then asked. "Fox," Minju said. "That sounds too similar to fuck; you need to change it," Chaewon instructed her. "Pepe," she said. "And how do you want to be dominated today?" Chaewon continued as she kept slowly walking. "I like to be spanked," Minju replied, sensing the perfect opportunity. Her porcelain skin was still a little red from the vacation in Hawaii, so she felt like it would be an extra challenge.

"Great," Chaewon approved her choice, sitting along with Minju and looking at her right in the eye before grabbing Minju by the Chin with her right hand as they looked at each other face-to-face. She gave Minju a soft slap that made her close her eyes, then took a look at her pouty lips, ruining Minju's lipstick as she ran her hand over it.

"Ready to join us?" Chaewon asked you as she smoked a little more. You stood up and headed towards both, followed by Minju's manager, before Chaewon stepped ahead. "Not you, just him," she said to the manager, who now took your place in the chair. You put your finger on Minju's mouth, looking to make her your submissive toy from the start. Chaewon caressed Minju's hair, trying to make her feel at home. Minju looked frightened as you towered over her, making your presence very intimidating.

You pushed Minju's body onto your lap, fully exposing her bare legs for Chaewon to see as her dress got lifted. Her skin was already ultra-red around her ass, indicating that she indeed wore a bikini in Hawaii but just never showed it. The outer lips of Minju's tasty pussy were already popping out. Her manager looked in disbelief as she watched a bent-over Minju look extremely submissive.

"Tell him when to hit," Chaewon tells Minju, whose eyes look regretful now. "Hit," Minju says as you follow her command with a hard spank that makes her roll her eyes in pain. Minju asks again, and you strike her just as hard, this time on the right cheek instead of the left. Minju takes a while to repeat the command, giving you some time to run your right hand over her ass. Once you hit her, she lets out the first moan from her mouth. As Minju feels more prepared, you continue to strike, and she continues to moan. You grab her arm as she lets out a smile at the next spank, your hand already making a full imprint on her red ass.

Minju decreases the interval between strikes, telling you to hit more times. Her butt looks extremely swollen, and you have barely started. You lift her dress a little, allowing Chaewon to see Minju's rarely-shown belly button. Minju now feels very satisfied at every hit; she wasn't lying when she said she liked to be spanked after all. Chaewon stands up as she gives Minju a little strike before turning away to search for her ashtray to put another fully smoked cigarette. She goes back to give Minju a couple hits as the pretty girl recognizes Chaewon's softer hands in her ass. Chaewon then takes the initiative and becomes the lead striker, before pushing Minju away from your lap and moving towards the next act.

Chaewon gives Minju a kiss as both of you run your hands all over her dress. The fully clothed torso of Minju contrasts with the barely clothed one of Chaewon. But you're about to level them as you start slowly taking Minju's dress off and groping her little tits as she is braless, while Chaewon wraps her strong hands around Minju's face to kiss her. Chaewon also pokes Minju's boobs before she pushes her closer to you to kiss Minju. The bikini marks on Minju's chest are fairly visible, as her pale skin around her boobs contrasts with the redder one on her beautiful collarbones and chest.

You grab Minju by her neck with your veiny hands, putting her knees on the floor. Chaewon unhooks your belt and wraps it around Minju's neck, never missing a chance to show what her favorite kink is. Chaewon tightens the belt but keeps it just loose enough to not suffocate Minju, using it like a dog collar. You unzip your pants and point your erection towards Minju's princess's face. Your uncut cock already looks very intimidating, even though only the tip is out of the foreskin.

Chaewon leads your boner to Minju's mouth, and she licks her chops as soon as her unnie does it. Chaewon knows Minju is no saint and that her cute image is just a facade that falls as soon as she senses the smell of a dirty cock. You push your erection a little up, and Minju immediately follows, reacting like she's a robot programmed to please a man's meat. Chaewon giggles as you shove your cock in Minju's mouth and grab her by the back of the head.

"How tight is her mouth, baby?" Chaewon asks as Minju closes her eyes and throats your manhood. Just a few slow but deep thrusts in her throat are enough for her to gag, but the cock that emerges out of her mouth now's got a throbbing tip that can no longer be contained under your foreskin. "Deeper," Chaewon says as you now fuck Minju's pretty face, who looks overwhelmed, especially her cheeks, which seem as if they are about to burst every time your cock hits them. Chaewon takes your cock in her mouth to show Minju how it's done, bobbing her head before getting face-fucked and emerging with a smile as soon as she gags.

Minju can only watch in awe of how hard you fuck Chaewon's face, like she's just a gloryhole. And Chaewon loves every second of it, grabbing your butt as she pushes her mouth closer to your crotch. Chaewon then grabs Minju's head and provides the support you need to freely fuck the beauty's face. A large pop comes out of Minju's lips once you're done. "Give me your face," you demand of her as you slap your cock on Minju's beautiful, porcelain skin, giving special attention to her red cheeks.

"Lick my balls," you ask Minju, who descends down your crotch while you now fuck Chaewon's mouth. Minju's lips bring a lot of friction to your sack as Chaewon slurps all over your prick. "Spit on her face," you ask Chaewon right after finishing the sloppy facefuck, as she shares her saliva with Minju. You grip Minju by your belt and give her the roughest throatfuck yet. You further humiliate Minju, sitting on her cute face as you ask her to rim your dirty butthole while you pound Chaewon's insatiable throat, and then keep switching between their tight facial entrances to warm your cock up.

"Ass up," you ask Minju, who follows and buries her face on Chaewon's thighs, who giggles as you start turning her rope into a whip, rotating it to spank Minju's already red butt. Chaewon laughs like a psychopat, enjoying Minju's suffering as she adds to it, slapping both hands on Minju's ass. "You told me you liked to be spanked," she recalls.

Once you're done whipping her, you take out Minju's little thong, the final piece of fabric still on her body. With her now fully naked, you don't hide your intentions. "She's got such a great ass. I wanna fuck her," you say, soon turning your words into action as you plow into Minju's tight slit. Chaewon removes the support from her lap, letting Minju fend for herself as you pound her at a 90-degree angle, while Chaewon whispers words in Minju's ear.

"Little whore likes that big cock, doesn't she?" Chaewon asks Minju, who doesn't answer because she's too busy with a raging bull impaling her. "Fuck that pussy," Chaewon commands to you just as you pause to lube your dick with Chaewon's mouth. After some extra poundings, you take Minju out of her submissive cocksleeve position just to spit on her pretty face before choking her with your belt.

"Come on, get on the bed," you and Chaewon ask Minju as both of you continue to play the dominant couple. Chaewon helps lift Minju's legs over her head and position her on a mating press in the bed. You put your cock back on Minju's perfect pussy, giving her slow thrusts that reach all the way deep inside her and make your cock bulge on Minju's belly. Then you increase the pace while both you and Chaewon choke Minju. You use your hands while she uses her always-at-hand rope.

Minju rests on Chaewon's breasts as you go back to intensely fucking her. "Do you like that?" you ask Minju. "Yes, I like that," she answers back. "Then let me do this," you say as you stick a pair of fingers on Minju's clit, wanting for her to squirt. "She saw me squirting a river one day and now wants every girl to do that," Chaewon says. Little showers come out of Minju's vagina, which are a sign for you to go back in.

You now slap Minju's face as her moans turn into a fox-esque squeal. "Look at this big cock inside you," you tell Minju, enjoying that bulge under her belly. Chaewon wants a piece of it as she laughs at your face. "Go harder," she says, which leads you to violently choke her. "Who are you to give me orders?" you say. "The other dominant half," she replies.

"AHHHHHH. AHHHHH," Minju screams as you once again penetrate her with your fingers, this time managing to be much more successful in making her squirt. "That pussy is so wet," Chaewon says as Minju starts to lose her breath, especially as you grab her neck much harder now. Minju's belly muscles start to contract, and you place your hands in her clit, stimulating her while you stretch her pussy out. As soon as you stop a little to eat Minju out, her body starts having spasms as your tongue searches for her best spots to cum.

You aren't done yet as you destroy Minju balls deep like she's your personal fleshlight. Chaewon rests her body on top of Minju's, ready to taste that wet pussy from your cock as soon as you please. Of course you had to give it to her in the only way it could please Chaewon's insatiable sexual appetite: by fucking her face. Minju now tries to silence her increasingly out-of-breath moans by placing Chaewon's fabric in her mouth, but it's useless. Her pussy is so stretched out that anything can send her over the moon now.

You continue to take turns between Minju's vagina and Chaewon's face until you grab Chaewon and look at her devilish smile following a facefuck. "You're the best; come here and get some more." You reward Chaewon for her insane appetite as your meat continues to pound her throat. You then switch back to Minju, using your right hand to shut her fucking mouth up while you rub Chaewon's body, trying as much as possible not to cum earlier and not break the promise that Chaewon made to Minju's member that they wouldn't cum inside her. Instead, they would make her insides cum.

"NOOOOOO!" Minju screamed as you now put your full hand in her pussy to make it squirt. Minju nearly had thoughts of saying her safe word and making you stop, but they passed as the heat your hands put in her pussy settled down. But you were a gentleman and rewarded Minju's cumming with a kiss, plus a taste of it as your right hand now fisted her mouth. "Lick it. Tell me how it tastes," you asked her. "So good," Minju replied.

You have now set your sights on Chaewon. "Come here, turn around, please," you tell her as you pull Chaewon's panties down. She closes her legs and puts her ass up, giving you a perfect view of her puffy slit, giggling as you sniff and blow air into her pair of fuckholes. "Look at this slut, always laughing," you say as Chaewon gets louder. "Give me, give me your cock," she demands with a smile on her face.

You answer her immediately, penetrating Chaewon as your hands firmly grab her ass. "Please, please, give it to me," she continues to beg as you pump her cunt faster. Minju appears back on the frame to serve you as the submissive fucktoy, resting her head on Chaewon's left buttcheek. You then take turns performing a hole-switching between Chaewon's pussy and Minju's mouth, taking one deep thrust at each every time. You fuck Minju's face to get your cock wetter for Chaewon, earning her approval. "That's how a good boy does it," she says. 

"Give it to me, fuck my pussy,"  she keeps repeating as you now grab her neck and push her face closer to you for some kisses. Chaewon talks louder than she moans; so far, your fast pumpings have just been easy peasy lemon squeezy to her, especially compared to Minju. "You mean like that?" you say as you hammer her harder. "YES!" Chaewon finally elevates her tone, sticking her tongue out to show how pleased she is as you finally take her bra off.

Chaewon rests her head on the bed as you increase the pumping, grabbing her by the suspender belt—the only part of her lingerie, besides her stockings, which she never takes off, that's still on. "Come on, harder," she says as you use Minju's mouth to help you again, and she coughs on your big cock. Seeing Chaewon is hard to please with just a cock in her pussy, you resort towards your main dom trick and start stomping on her head, but even your big foot smashing her face does little to deter Chaewon's insatiableness.

Minju can only watch as you now fuck Chaewon like an animal. "Come on, stomp on my face. So you wanna be the boss? Show me you got it. Fuck that pussy hard," she invites the challenge as you ragdoll her. That big cock hitting her cervix many times a second finally makes Chaewon moan. "Deeper, harder; give me all of it; come on," she says. You have a lot of stamina, but Chaewon is such a physical freak that even a guy like you gets fully drained by her unmatched intensity. Chaewon smiles and moans with her tongue out as you replace your foot with your hand on her face to get a deeper penetration of her pussy.

Chaewon is now bent at a straight angle, and so is your cock while penetrating her; that combination finally allows her to get what she wants. But you would rather not get drained just with her and leave nothing for Minju, as the moment you see the young beauty following her unnie's footsteps and putting her ass up, you switch to fucking her instead.

It's much harder for Minju, as just a pair of pumps has her screaming. Chaewon barks in pleasure, watching her fucktoy get impaled once again and having it hard with something that was just regular play to her. You still pay attention to Chaewon's perfect butt, spanking it and fingering her easily accessible cunt while breaking Minju apart.

"AHHHHHH~" Minju screams as you stick your cock balls deep in her pussy, staying with them fully inside her for a long time. That makes her legs weak, meaning she can't put her ass up anymore, getting her body pressed against the bed in a prone-bone position. As you take your fingers off Chaewon's fuckholes, you spank her butt and give her a kiss. "So do you like watching your little toy get fucked like that?" you ask her after the kiss. "Hell yes," Chaewon responds.

You push Minju to the edge of the bed and put her on her knees to pound her doggystyle. Chaewon moves toward the place in the dorm's bed that Minju once was, giving you a perfect view of her sexy tits as she starts masturbating herself to you fucking Minju. "Oh my God," Minju says as you muffle her mouth and stretch her out fast and hard, to the point she can barely hold onto the bed as Chaewon stares at her and just enjoys the show.

Chaewon spreads her legs as you push Minju's face towards her unnie's craving cunt. "Good girl," she says as Minju's tongue hits her clit. You make sure that Minju's beautiful face stays buried there as you choke her while she tries to dive under Chaewon's folds. Minju's tight pussy, breedable hips, and the speed you fuck her get you close to release, which earns Chaewon's disapproval. "Do not cum yet," she says.

You have to pull out of Minju's pussy to hold yourself as you look drained and struggle to breathe, pleasing her pussy shortly after to repay her for such a good fucking. You three engage in an oral train as Minju is still eating Chaewon's slit, now moaning every time you tongue it deep into her own's. Chaewon giggles as you eat Minju out, making her increase the speed at Chaewon's pussy, clinging to it as her last way of surviving your tongue hitting her folds. Chaewon loves it, moaning more than she ever did when you were the one fucking her.

You go back to Minju's pussy, sensing that the more she clings to eating Chaewon's cunt as a coping mechanism, the better she gets. But Chaewon loves to test her and detaches her pussy away from Minju's grasp, leaving her all by herself to take the rough pounding you now give her, only going back to grab Minju's hair and get a privileged view of her face stuggling as you destroy her pussy. You finish Minju with a deep fingering that finally, after resisting your first two attempts, makes her squirt a river into the bedsheets.

With Minju still recovering from her orgasm, you keep the heat in her wet pussy and eat her out. You tied your belt around her thighs to keep them close as you put your cock back in her tight pussy, while Chaewon lifted Minju's cute face straight into her tits for her to suck it. Soon, you two were teaming up on her, with Chaewon grabbing Minju's neck while you pinched her nipples. Minju grinded her teeth, overwhelmed by the way you two attacked her. Minju grabbed her ass and then yelled. "PLEASE DON'T STOP.".

Chaewon grossed her legs on top of Minju's face, smothering it with her thighs as the younger girl dove back into her pussy, with a little helping hand shoving her, before going face to face with her and asking, "Are you enjoying being our little fucktoy, Ming?". "Yes." Minju nodded while struggling with the heat you were still putting in her little pussy. Chaewon ran her fingers on Minju's chin as she wanted to watch the pretty girl moan up close before letting Minju suck her thumb as she kept moaning.

"You want him to take you deeper?" Chaewon asked. Minju just nodded this time. "Tell him," Chaewon kept pressuring. "Please, fuck me deeper," Minju says, already very out of breath. "Come here," you promptly answer her, pushing Minju out of bed, taking off your belt from her thighs, and getting her to stand. Your cock now hits her deep in the cervix while you finger her pussy with both hands, and Chaewon just watches and takes the bed all by herself.

Minju gets clapped hard as your balls make a loud noise every time you thurst into her pussy. Even her little tits now bounce like pinballs. "AHHHHH," she says, feeling the heat and placing her right hand at yours, implying you should go easier. But without saying, you two can't understand, as Chaewon now grabs her neck. The bikini marks from her vacation glow as the sun hits the curtains more intensely.

"Show your manager how much of a fucktoy you are," you say as you turn Minju's body around and let her face her manager and manhandle her in front of him. He has to keep his composure, but the truth is, he's nearly creaming his pants. Chaewon giggles as she watches poor Minju get destroyed like a defenseless damsel. You three now get close as Chaewon stands up and grabs Minju while you keep pounding her, as both your left hand and Minju's now rest on her pussy. 

Minju continues to get mauled in front of her manager as Chaewon enjoys every second of it. "You like to watch her get fucked, don't you?" she says as the manager remains silent. "ANSWER IT,"  Chaewon demands of the manager, who can only say "yeah" as Minju now clings to his legs while still being destroyed like a fucktoy. Chaewon taps Minju's ass and rests her head on her back, looking at you naughtily. "Open your mouth and eat her ass," you ask her, diving her head on Minju's butt as Chaewon sticks her tongue out to lick her former groupmate's butthole, enjoying a perfect view of Minju's pussy being stretched out.

You once again perform your classic pussy-to-mouth switcheroo between Chaewon and Minju, making the former laugh once you're ready to pound Minju more and more. Chaewon spits on your dick and gropes Minju's ass cheeks as the younger beuty turns into a moaning mess. "Come to me," you ask Chaewon while Minju is still on all fours, completely neutralized and submissive. She's not going to be able to walk for the next few days.

Chaewon gets ready to sit on your cock as Minju turns around to watch her unnie's upcoming wild ride, still on her knees and very sore. "Turn around," you tell Chaewon. "Ohhh, uhhhh,"  she moans in anticipation as you fully impale her. You grab Chaewon by her ass and push your cock up her cunt under Minju's watchful eye. "Lick my balls, lick those fucking balls," you ask Minju, who dives between your legs as you push Chaewon's butt slightly upwards to let Minju have a full view of your shaft. Chaewon keeps throwing words of incentive to fuck her harder as you pump her hole faster and she rests her body on your torso.

You lock Chaewon's arms behind her back. "Please, please, fuck me harder," she demands. "I love fucking that pusssy so much," you tell her after kissing her tenderly. "AHHHH FUCK," you are the first to scream as your fast poundings and Minju's mouth on your balls get you close and force you to calm down, but not for long as Chaewon gets more demanding as you resume pounding her while sucking her perky tits. "Deeper. Harder," she keeps saying. You spank her ass, choke her, and pinch her nipples as you get rougher on her, trying to match Chaewon's demanding style. It seems like too much cock is never enough for her.

"I want all of it," Chaewon says. "Then take it, you fucking slut, every inch of it in your cunt," you angrily reply to her as your cock hits her cervix. But Chaewon is indeed antifragile and takes advantage of your little pause to take control of the ride and start bouncing full speed on your big pole.

You shove Chaewon to the side to not cum prematurely. "Lick it," you tell Minju, who rims your asshole and calms you a bit. But Chaewon comes back right where she left off, sitting on your face and grabbing your cock intensely as you two are now engaged on a 69. You try to fuck her face, but Chaewon and her mouth of steel successfully defeat you, with her taking your cock fully deep in her throat and not letting it out. You start to scream again and hold her as hard as you can by the waist. Minju sniffs your balls, and you keep pushing up Chaewon's throat to free yourself from her, but she doesn't bend an inch.

Chaewon only lets you off the control of her throat to talk to Minju, but she is still grabbing your shaft. "Hmmm, yeah, you like licking his balls?" she asks. Minju nods in agreement. "You like being a good little slut?" she continues. "Yes, ma'am,"  Minju replies in a way that feels like she's almost worshipping Chaewon. "Then go get my rope; go get it," Chaewon replies as she slaps Minju's porcelain face and makes it red.

"Do you want more?" Chaewon giggles as she puts her back against the bed. "Yes, I fucking want more," you say. That woman is getting on your nerves. Sex seems so easy to her. You fuck her like a raging animal, yet she barely flinches. Minju brings the rope, as asked. Chaewon is more satisfied than ever as she ties it around her neck. You put Chaewon's feet in your mouth and pound her in a hardcore missionary, while she slowly wraps the rope fully around her neck.

"Get on the bed," Chaewon tells Minju as she also wraps the youngster around her rope. Your hands hard-fingering Chaewon's cunt and the rope choking her are finally what make her cave and start moaning. "Oh, I love it, I love it, I love it," she says. You start teasing Chaewon's pussy, going in and out of it as you sense her getting more sensitive. "AHHHHH!"  she yells as your cock hits the depths of her vagina. Chaewon starts to beg as you grope her boobs and manhandle her. For the first time, you're the real boss, as she grinds her teeth at each pounding your manhood prescribes on her pussy. 

Your balls clap hard on her skin while you make fast movements on Chaewon's clitoris, playing with it like a musician playing with the strings of a guitar. "Make that pussy cum," she is still able to demand despite looking as weak as ever. Your whole hand now rests over her clit, making aggressive moves in search of that fallen angel nectar. "OHHHH. OHHHHH. OHHHHH."  For the first time, Chaewon turns into a screaming machine; her hard walls clench and start to fall apart.

Chaewon grabs your neck and asks for more, but this time you show her who's in control, as she gets double choked by your hands and the rope. Minju is now merely a spectator of you two's debauchery, as she barely feels her legs after a pounding that looked easy compared to the one Chaewon is taking. Chaewon grunts, and you answer in the same manner, blowing off steam at her slutty, choked face.

"Give it to me," she keeps asking like usual, now with her legs fully spread and her toes going over her head. You could punish her with a surprise cumshot in her cunt right now but decide to have some mercy, instead bringing Minju back to action as you two team up to eat Chaewon's pussy and get her even weaker. Chaewon is strong enough to choke Minju using her legs, but two tongues working her throbbing folds still make her moan as hard as she ever did. 

You make eye contact with Minju and give her kisses between the licking you two are performing. You are falling in love with Minju's ethereal beauty. Meeting the love of your life on top of her former groupmate's pussy is a story you don't see often. You stick your cock back inside Chaewon but now treat her as just an audition to impress Minju, who watches it up close with her head still wrapped around Chaewon's legs. As Chaewon asks you to go deeper, you shove your entire cock inside her, not even sparing your balls.

"All the way," Chaewon demands. And you will go all the way, treating Chaewon like a fucktoy, just like the way she treats all her sex partners. "Give me all your cock," Chaewon continues to demand. You give all your cock, but not to her. "Open your mouth," you ask Minju, who stretches her beautiful lips out to receive the juices of her unnie first hand. Minju gets fucked in the face just enough for you to resume the rampage on Chaewon.

You press Minju's head against Chaewon's belly, making her feel the fire under it. You stick your cock balls deep once more inside that insatiable whore, making her scream as you reach her cervix as you feed Minju right after. Chaewon laughs as you use your wrath and frustration to destroy Minju's pretty face. You push yourself to the floor and drag Chaewon alongside you, plowing her cunt in front of Minju's manager. "Harder, harder, harder," she begs as her tits jiggle at each pounding.

Minju's manager is the one enjoying it the most, as he gets to enjoy an extremely sexy view starting with Chaewon and Minju's heads locked at each other, their hairs very messy, going down Chaewon's bouncy tits as she gets plowed down low with your huge stick, her legs fully spread like a crab while you finger her clit with both your thumbs. The manager can't resist such visual overstimulation and cums without touching himself. 

"You like watching it?" Chaewon asks the manager just as he finishes bursting a huge load on his trousers. "Tell me, use your words?" she keeps pushing in between moans. Chaewon is now the one auditioning as she pulls out of your cock and sits on your face, getting close to the manager and attempting to seduce him as she points her milky tits and moaning face right in his sights. As she groans harder, she finally gets a positive response from the manager.

Chaewon giggles but is quickly interrupted by the pressure you put on her pussy. "OHHHHH FUCKKK!" she screams as you lead her to finally have an orgasm in front of Minju's manager. You try to take advantage of it by resuming pounding Chaewon and choking her harder using the rope you now hold with your left hand, but she quickly shuts it down and just enjoys your hard and deep thrusts. "Harder," she says, going back to asking.

You asphyxiate Chaewon with the rope and slap her tits; that only turns her into more of a sex demon. Despite you choking her, she's the one who takes control of the ride and gives you yet another close call. "FUCK!" you scream as you kick Chaewon back up to the bed, putting her body upside down while you demand Minju to lick her pussy. You two finally manage to tame Chaewon as her face is buried on Minju's hips while yours are in her insatiable cunt.

"You want that cum?" Chaewon asks Minju as you free her for one last rodeo. "Tell us you want it," she keeps saying. Minju sticks her tongue out, signaling to you that she's begging to taste that cum. "Are you gonna give her the cum or not?" Chaewon provokes you as you grope her tits.

"Cover me in your cum; show how much you love us," Chaewon says. As much as she got on your nerves, you can't say no to such a sex goddess as you ejaculate your semen all over her body, paying special attention to hitting her mole and her boobs the most. Chaewon drains your balls before you can even spare a load for Minju, who has to lick her unnie's sexy body to taste your protein, which Minju does perfectly, filling her cute mouth and pretty face with sperm.

"Good girl," Chaewon tells Minju as she licks and kisses her nipples, which end up being her favorite spot. Minju gives your cock one last deepthroat, which helps her swallow most of your cum, leaving a few drops to swap with Chaewon as they kiss each other. You and Minju are extremely tired, both your genitalia throbbing in pain after such a long and hard sex session. It turns out Chaewon is just an insane woman, which is too much for you two to handle. Minju rests her head on your lap as you tenderly caress her, falling in love as both of you fall asleep on the bed.

But that sleep is short-lived. After 20 minutes or so, you and Minju open your eyes. The first thing Minju sees as she wakes up is her manager manhandling a woman and treating her like a dog, using a rope to choke her while she curses.