Ambrose Xian

“Yeah! It—”

“Got it!” she chirps, grabbing her water bottle and turning away.

Eh? That easy? No, she surely got something more in mind, this is Nien we’re talking about. 

“Whoa.”

Though whatever that is can wait as you pull yourself up and watch her saunter over to the water dispenser. You are but a pig and Nien’s thighs are two juicy carrots, all out in their sweat-shined glory thanks to her tennis skirt.

Water bottle refilled, the main attraction shifts to her toned abs, flexing with every step towards you. You could be drooling right now, you wouldn't know. Not when it joins the river of sweat on your face, and all the space behind it is occupied by awe. In awe that she is somehow your girlfriend.

Nien’s amused giggle brings you back to her bright, full-faced smile; one of the few things that has the power to tear your eyes away from her body. 

Smiling back at her, you extend your hand. But instead of handing you the bottle, she pours the contents all over your legs, cackling as you squirm in surprise. 

“Ah! Huh—why…what was that for?”

“Tada!” Nien shakes out the last drips, setting the bottle aside. “Now your legs aren’t on fire anymore! I’ve put it out, heh.”

“The—what…really?” you chuckle, caught between amusement and frustration.

“Mhm! Now…” She claps her hands, leaning over with a determined expression. “One. More. Set. Come on, get up!”

You flop back to the floor, whining. “I can’t! It’s too—agh!” Nien yanks you up on your forearms, pushing you against a chest press.

“Baby. Listen to me.” Her voice is an octave lower, her usual sunny beam bringing along its blaze this time. “Are you actually injured?”

You gulp and peer down at your legs, wiggling them a tiny bit. “N–No.”

“Can you move them?”

More of a swing this time around. It’s difficult and makes you wince, but there seems to be a decent range of motion still. “Yes.”

Nien’s grip loosens slightly, holding your biceps rather than gripping them. “Do you want to make them stronger?”

You slowly nod, eyes warming up for some reason. “Y–Yes. Yes, I do.”

Her fiery gaze cools back down to a warm beam, her hands pushing aside the damp hair stuck to your forehead. “Then we do one more—you know what? Let’s just go for six reps this set. That’s it. Then we’re done.”

“Just six?” you croak, lighting up a bit.

“Yup! Just six.”

“Okay.” Your nods are firmer, more certain. “Let’s…let’s do this.”

“Attaboy,” she grins, tapping your shoulders and stepping aside. Letting out a long exhale, you grit and get back onto the leg curling machine, groaning loudly as you get in position.

“Ready?”

“Yup.”

“And go. Up! One.” Wow. Your hamstrings immediately protest, but you just about manage. “Up! Two.” You can’t let their protests drown out your desire though; another hefty pull. “Three!” Fuck, you’re real tempted to just let them win, unable to do this one without shaking. 

“Four! Let’s go, you got it, babe!” So you’re shaking. As long as you move, that’s all that matters. “Don’t stop now, come on! Up! Five!” Oh jeez, no way you’re going all the wa—okay, just…maintain your form. Prioritize that. Just one more. 

“And…up! Six!” Let’s. Fucking. Go! “Urghh! There! Wow! I did it! I d—”

“I didn’t say we’re done!” she spits, clapping her hands. “Up! Come on! Keep going!”   

What the fuck? Didn’t we agree to six—oh, whatever. You’re in the flow of compliance, so you pull another rep, snarling the whole time as it’s the only way you’ll breathe properly. 

“Seven! Good, one more!” You don’t know how you got here; your legs would be screaming on top of their lungs if they had a pair, your whole body is shaking, and yet. You grind towards another rep, your vocals matching the raised hurdle. 

“Eight! Awesome! Just one more now, one more!” 

“Oh my—honey! Nien! Please!” you wheeze, borderline sobbing. “I can’t—”

“Uh–uh! Don’t say that—don’t say anything! Just…try! Pull! Come on!” She leans in, closer to your head. “Up!”

“Urghh!” It feels impossible, sounds impossible, but you bite down hard and somehow thinly manage another rep, even if you only go half as far. “Nine! You’re doing great. One more, baby!”

Forget questioning it. This ends when she says it ends…or when you break. Whichever comes first. “Pfffff!” Try as you might, summon every molecule of reserve energy you have, you can’t do it. You bounce back weakly, not enough breath to verbally protest.

“Well done. Great job, baby,” Nien coos, helping you off the machine. You stumble and fall right into her arms, she lowers to the floor to accommodate. 

“You said—” Your throat’s dry from all the panting, only airy wheezes until she hands you the water bottle that’s actually for drinking. “Shhh…slowly, baby. Well done, you’ve earned it.”

   “You said we…we were only doing six!” you scowl, looking away from her to sulk. Nien chuckles and starts caressing your temple, lightly playing with your hair.

“And look how many you could actually do,” she whispers, holding up her fingers. “Nine—almost ten! Awesome, right?” 

You look at her again, your pursed lips stretching into a half smile at the sight of her proud grin. “That was—” Heavy coughs cut you off, which she helps by tapping your back as you sit up. 

“That was…” You look back at the machine, your half smirk growing into a full smile as your breathing levels off. “ …pretty awesome.”

“Hmph. Now you know. So don’t ever…” Nien pulls you in again, making you squeal as she lands multiple firm pecks on your cheek. “ …parrot that ‘I can’t’ bullshit again. Got it?”

“Got—got it! That—mmphh!” you barely get out before she goes for your lips next, and on this one you bounce back, sending her squealing and giggling to the floor. 

“Is this your way of pampering me after all that?” you whisper before attacking her cheeks, which she wholeheartedly welcomes.

“Maybe? What, I can’t pamper my sweet man after all that? When he looks this cute?” she pouts, poking your nose and deploying her puppy dog eyes that you’ve yet to develop effective defenses for (and likely never will).

“Tsk. I never said that.” You dash a quick kiss at her lips before lying down next to her, letting your breaths and the gym’s ambient noises settle. 

“That was pretty fucking intense though, not gonna lie,” you huff, rubbing your thighs. 

“Well…” Nien turns over and throws her leg over you. “ …if we’re gonna raise your limits, we gotta push you to your current one. And you won’t do that if you don’t believe.”

“True,” you nod, grimacing to turn over so you can cup her cheeks. “And now thanks to you, I can.”

“Tsch. That was your hard work, you know. I just said some words.”

“And I wouldn’t have done shit without those words.”

“And you…” She pokes your nose with a ‘boop’ sound. “ …made the decision to listen to them. To ignore what you think and do what you can!”

“Hmph. You’re always so nice to me,” you puff, nuzzling in her shoulder. 

“Because you’re not nicer to yourself!” she grumbles, ruffling your hair. “You’re much stronger than you think.”

“Heh. You really think so?”

“Mhm! I’m pretty sure I can prove it, even. Right now.”

You look up at her with a cocked eyebrow. “Oh? And how’s that?” That cheeky, mischievous smirk is back on her face, which you were about to entertain until you feel her slowly grind on your crotch, making you gasp.

“Honey?”

“Mmm…you looked really strong and manly back there. You were so hot…”

Those low, breathy words uttered through Nien’s cheeky expression makes your spine tingle, some heat pooling in your stomach as she continues to rock against you gently. “N–Nien…”

“See, you’ve still got some juice left, don’t you?” she purrs, shifting closer to your ear. “Wanna use it up on me?”

“Nngghhh…” You bite your lip and clutch her sleeve, your erection fully clocked in as it slides between her covered folds. “F–Fuck yeah!”

Nien chuckles and maintains her expression, though her eyes start to waver along with her airier voice. “Then we should hurry on home. But…” She reaches into your shorts, a sharp moan spilling as you flinch. “ …if you can carry me to the locker room, we’ll do it right now.”

“You…serious?”

“Yeah,” she replies breathlessly. “Walls are thick enough, shouldn’t wake the poor receptionist, hehe.”

“If it doesn’t work—” You shudder as she slowly rubs your leaking tip. “—we’ll be banned from here, won’t we?”

“So we find another gym. What’d I say about—ah…” Your hand slides down her exposed back to knead her ass. “Cheater. What’d I say about that attitude?”

“Right.”

“So?” She takes her hand out of your shorts only to suck on her fingers right in front of you. “Still feeling like you’re all spent?”

Your eyes scan the empty gym, landing on the entrance to the locker rooms. It’s a bit of a distance, not something you previously thought would be feasible.

“Hell no.” But you’re not the previous you. Not with Nien.

You clamber to stand up, trying to find a somewhat secure footing. Your legs expectedly wobble and threaten to buckle, but the thing between them has a much louder voice, so you listen to that. 

As soon as you seem secure enough, Nien leaps into your arms, coming nerve-reckingly close to toppling you over. “You ready? Deal’s off if you drop me before you get in.”

“You bet.”

You begin the journey across the gym. Somehow, your leg’s strength returned, making the trip without too many hiccups. Though unlike Palpatine’s return, its reasoning is plentiful and sound. 

For starters, there’s her lips and neck which your mouth seldom leaves, only pulling away to navigate between the machines lest any bumps waste your precious momentum. Then there’s her firm, yet supple asscheeks, filling out your palms and then some. 

There’s the tightness in your shorts, its resident fiending to be reunited with her throbbing heat just behind the fabrics. Not to mention her scent; sweat, deodorant, perfume, makeup, detergent, everything. And then the sounds she makes into your mouth and ear; an addicting mix of giggles, whispers, and those delightful high-pitched moans of hers.

It’s just everything her, really. Everything Nien. Everything about this unfair combo of cute, sexy, heartfelt, dominating, supportive—you’d wear out a typewriter before you run out of ways to describe her. Not that it’s something you ever want to achieve, anyway.

The locker room door thuds against her back like an abrupt jumpcut back to reality, opened with a thrilled shudder from Nien. “Wow, you…you actually made it. I was right!”

Huh. You did. Where’d all that pain go—oh, here it is. “Of–of course I did. Who am I?” you flaunt, setting her down on the changing bench.

“Mmm…cocky, are we?”

“All thanks to you.” You pull away properly at last, dropping to your knees which puts you right in line with her glossy toned abs. You give just one glance at her for confirmation before you start feasting on them, licking up every surface inch you can manage without turning her over.

Nien maintains her cheeky, jovial demeanour, though larger and larger cracks seep through every time you make a close pass above her waistband. Satisfied with her abs, you drag your tongue flat, up from her belly button to just beneath her top.

She lets out an audible gasp, her jaws dropped as you pause with your nose nudged beneath her boobs.

“You’re p–pretty thirsty tonight, huh?”

“Well, it was quite the workout for me so…” You slide your fingers under her top and yank it upwards, freeing her tits. “ …forgive me for being famished.”

Nien’s laugh is cut off by your firm suck at her breast, humming onto the soft flesh. Only one of them though, the curtains need to be drawn for the full show to start. So you try to pull her top off all the way, your impatience only creating a hurdle.

“Here, let me do it.” Nien pulls it off with grace, tossing it onto the other end of the bench. Her hair got all ruffled as a result, and God it makes her look even hotter. You can’t resist taking a detour to her mouth again, lightly chewing on her lip as you pull away.

“You are so fucking hot.”

Yeah, just saying it in your head wasn’t enough. Especially as you’re reduced to low, breathy hums for the next few minutes, worshipping her collarbones, shoulders—all sweet appetisers before the first course.

“And you’re a buffet and a half.” 

Starting with a different tit from the teaser. Your lips stretch to fill as much of your mouth with her, twiddling on her rock hard peaks. Longer, less restrained moans join her pants and squeaks, her palms pushing you into her while yours knead and squeeze the other breast.

Not to deprive said breast of your mouth, of course. You switch over and get more daring, lightly nibbling on her nipples with your teeth. Nien lets out a sharp moan, her fingers pulling on your hair by accident. “Ngghh, sorry!” she keens, massaging the offended spot on your scalp.

You finish up on her tits, giving each a farewell smooch before moving on…back up her body. Those tantalizing pits of hers. Never tried them before, worse times to give them a go.

It is without warning though, catching her off-guard as you nosedive into one. 

“Oh! S–Sorry. I wanted to…does it feel bad?”

Nien looks you over in awe before shaking her head. “No, but…give me a heads up next time.”

“Gotcha. My bad.” Now the light is on and green, you get back to it. Dragging your nose along the bumpy, thinly shaven surface, your tongue close in tow. The new sensation overrides her usual restraints, her noises getting louder still.

“Gah! Mm…that—it, weird, but–but good weird. Keep going.”

And you do. Going for her other pit, giving it the same treatment. You weren’t particularly into this at first, just entertaining a curiosity. But it’s better than you thought. Will definitely return on occasion. Or on the regular, who knows?

What you are a regular for is coming up next though, hidden beneath her skirt. You’d prefer keeping them on if they were just open underneath, but alas there are integrated shorts. 

You hook your fingers into the waistband and slowly peel them away, catching her panties along with it. At long last, there they are. Pink, swollen, and leaking like a broken tap thanks to your efforts.

“God, we are so fucked if someone walks in here right now,” she laughs breathlessly, peering at the door. Right, you’ve been so lost in her you forgot you’re doing all this in a public space at two in the morning.

“Ha. That’s the thrill of it. They’re welcome to join though, right?”

“Fuck no.” Nien lifts your chin with the toe of her shoe, all of the mischief gone from her eyes. “I’m not sharing you with anybody, you hear me? They should be privileged to watch.”

You swallow, lightly terrified and heavily aroused. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Now eat me out already, thought you said you were famished?”

As true as that is, you don’t go straight for them, oh no. Even the bit of waist previously under her skirt gets attention, every drop of sweat lapped up by your ever so diligent tongue. “I also said you’re a buffet, so I’m enjoying every dish I can.”

About time for the main course. Your mouth works from the outside in, gliding closer and closer to her core. When you reach her outer folds, it’s like she shifts into a higher gear. Her entire body lurches, her back arches sharply, her thick thighs crushing your head.

Nien lets out her loudest moan of the evening yet, her hands scrambling for purchase on the edges of the bench. You have no such problems with how tight she’s locked you in, and you get to work. 

And boy, is it worth the wait. It’s hard to exaggerate just how good she tastes as you slurp up her nectar with a dash of sweat.  Keeping good health and diets definitely pay off, no matter how small the increments may be. Forget all those sugary sports drinks, you’ll take Nien over them any day of the week.

Feasting on her is barely a figure of speech. You suck, slurp, lick, prod your tongue—just short of actually gnawing on her flesh. But like any human sense, going at it for too long at once might make you numb to it. You can’t have that, can you?

So you do your best to shimmy out of her thighs, letting your fingers fill in for your mouth; they’re like package deals now, you can’t leave the other idle while one is getting action. Though as good as her hot, moist walls clenching around your fingers feel, it doesn’t quite match her flavour on your tongue.

Not to worry. Nien’s desperate babbles give it a run for its money as she unravels above you. Even better are the screams she lets out in between, now fully audible since your ears aren’t muffled. Yes, that’s something that still leaves you awestruck to this day. Just how much of a screamer Nien is once she’s in the zone. If someone outside couldn’t hear her before, they likely can at this point.

“Baby—babe—gnghhh! You—ahh! It…don’t stuh—don’t stop!” Oh, she’s getting close. Won’t be on your fingers though, no way. You pull them out to her dismay, which you pamper by offering said fingers to her. She takes them in straight away, not dissimilar to how you were with her body earlier.

While her mouth is busy upstairs, yours finish the job downstairs. Becoming more erratic, rubbing your whole face all around her slit, tripping breakpoints you didn’t know she had. And with her next scream bit down on your fingers, she shatters.

She was already leaking profusely and still a torrent blasts you in the face, half of it ending up everywhere but your mouth. You remedy that as soon as she loosens her legs enough, lapping up the wet trails down her inner thighs to just above her socks. 

Honestly, you want to pull them off and indulge that extra toe-sucking goodness, but your dick’s waited long enough. You make your shorts scarce and kick it away, sharing a momentary soft kiss to let her get a taste and cool down. 

Your next green signal? Nien’s hand reaching down to pump you, giggling as she rolls her thumbs on your slit. You groan and scoop her up again, stumbling towards the side of the room.

“You want it like this, babe?” she asks, hugging you tight as her back meets a locker.

“Yeah.” Lining yourself up, you take a deep breath. “Wanted to—ahh…” You slide into her slowly before slamming home, rattling all the lockers behind her. “Wanted to see about that…reserved strength theory.”

“Well, you—” Nien gasps, clutching your hair as you twitch inside her. “You watch yourself, alright? Don’t…force it if–if you can’t…mmhhh.”

“Eh, I'll manage. Trust.”

“Good.”

You thrust with a moderate heft, though at a slightly odd angle compared to usual thanks to your worked out legs. It works out just as well if not better though, rubbing against her entire clit. Soon enough her screams surface again, right next to your ear. 

You match the decibels with your hertz, pounding the lights out of her and making an absolute racket of the lockers behind you, what with many of them having open doors. It’s loud and messy and likely breaks a good few laws, but you both are far beyond caring.

Your release starts gathering near the door so you stop, kissing her sloppily as you carry her back to the bench. “I…I wanna—urgh!” Your trembling legs give way at just the right time, planting her back on the stained bench. “I wanna cum on your abs, honey. Want…paint them white.”

Nien snickers, brushing your hair and kissing your nose. “Go ahead, baby. I’m your canvas,” she whispers, spreading her legs so you have room to pull out.

And you’re Bob Ross. Time for your own Liquid White—no, that’s the base. Plenty of that on her abs. You’re looking to get Titanium White on there, yes yes. 

You aren’t done with her pussy quite yet though, better it than your hands. Rolling your hips slow and deep; the feeling is all that matters now. It always is, should be as another of her climax is on the horizon, her moans getting thinner.

Your mouth goes to hers so she can shriek into it, which she does seconds later. Her legs curve inwards, slightly trapping you in place. Shouldn’t be much of a problem though, you still have plenty of—

“Oh! Ahh, wait! Honey!”

The earlier tryst against the lockers used up your precious energy, making you burst the moment you start to pull out. Her pussy doesn’t waste a second, its spasms milking your cock. Feeling this, Nien fully wraps her legs around you, pressing you flush with her.

“Thought—mmm…thought you wanted to paint my abs?” she asks, half-chuckling half-moaning. 

“It—my…I couldn’t—too much, I guess,” you squeak in response, emptying your last spurts into her. Ah, well. Her pussy’s still your favourite finish line, just wished you’d take a different route this time.

You shiver as you pull out, thick cloudy globules following your exit. You weakly chuckle at the sight, slumping to the floor next to her to catch your breath.

“Looks like you…” she pants, swiping a bit of your cum to taste it. “ …need some more training.”

“Yeah,” you nod, licking your lips. “Wait, you mean next week, right?”

“Of course, I’m not trying to kill you!” She exhales loudly and turns over, chin resting on her elbow. “Next week, core strength. We’ve barely started, baby. You’re gonna be so strong and healthy.”

You chuckle shyly, leaning in to kiss her, brushing aside damp hair. “I’ll trust you fully with this, honey.”

“Mhm! And you gotta believe in yourself, remember that.” Nien groans and sits back up, looking around the now humid, warm space. “Let’s clean up and go home. I’d fancy not being banned from here, it’s really nice.”

“Yeah. There’s no—oh! Wow!” You wobble like an air dancer upon trying to stand up, landing back down on the bench. “Honey, can you drive us home? There’s no way I’m…whoa.”

Nien laughs and sits behind you, giving a quick back massage. “Of course, baby. I was gonna do that anyways,” she coos, pecking your ear.

You let out satisfied sighs at her massage, slowly melting back into her arms. She nuzzles in your shoulder, gently rocking side-to-side.

“Thank you, honey.”

“No problem.”

“No, I mean…thank you.” You open your eyes and face her. “For not giving up on me. For doing everything you could to keep me going. Thank you.”

Nien smiles and kisses your forehead, hugging you. “Of course. We promised, remember?” she whispers, tapping your back softly. “But thank me properly when you can beat me in arms wrestling!”

“Mm…so, never? Heat death of the universe, perhaps?”

She pulls back and glares at you, clicking her tongue. “Babe?”

“I’m kidding! Attitude, belief, yes! I’ll beat you fair and square—heck, I’ll beat you in everything, watch.”

Nien cringes and tilts her head, humming. “Eh…not everything, no way. But I like that! Mind and body gotta work together.”

“For s—” A loud thud in the distance interrupts you. It takes a few to register what it was, but then it’s clear as day. “Shit! The front door. Someone’s actually here!”

***

The answer is that she’s got you pinned down on her bed, fingers wrapped around your shaft, jerking up and down while twisting side to side, all with a gleeful grin on her face. You, in contrast, are whimpering, quivering, sweat and tears running down your cheeks. Your throbbing tip leaks precum almost as quickly, balls swollen and aching from the seventh edging of the day.

Mayu’s somehow perfectly in tune with your resistance too, knowing precisely how to get you to the very edge and when to stop, denying the release your whole body is so desperately yearning for. “You getting tired? My boy getting tired? It’s only been an hour…” she giggles maniacally, moving her hand faster.

“Uhh! N–No! I can…can take—mmhhh! Can hold it! As long as you want, Your Highness!” you wheeze. If your mind were clearer, you’d applaud yourself for lasting this long. But alas, it’s clouded by pain and pleasure. 

Mayu pouts and slaps your balls, making you flinch hard. “Hmph! You forgot already? Do I have to say it again?”

“No! No…I’m sorry!” Your eyes shoot wide open, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, Your Hi—I mean, I’m sorry, m–mommy…”

A wide grin returns to her face. “Attaboy. Thought I was gonna have to kick you out there.” She rewards you with a long lick along the bottom vein, her tongue flat and slow. A string of what might be human language spills from your mouth as a result, the lights in your head flickering with a loud buzz.

“Now, you don’t wanna get kicked out of the estate butt naked, do you?” Mayu’s sweet, gentle voice is almost maternal, easily scrambling what semblance of pride you have left. “Don’t wanna get back to being a…worthless—wage—slave?” she asks slowly, kissing different parts of your cock.

“N–No! No, mommy! I wanna be…wanna…” Your mouth’s getting dry from all the crying and moaning. “Wanna be—yours. All yours, mommy!”

Mayu giggles. That soft, adorable look which is the only look the media sees most times. “Slut.” Not like this, though.

“Yes! I’m your slut! I’m mommy’s slut…mmhhh…” 

“Say it for me again.” She wraps her lips around your head, suckling on it before releasing with a pop. “You’re worthless without me. Nothing if not my fucktoy,” she whispers, circling her fingertip around your slit.

“I’m—mmm…I’m worthless without you! Nothing if no—ahh!” Mayu takes you fully, going all the way down to her throat. “Nothing if not mommy’s fucktoy!” She hums and swipes her tongue in big circles, stimulating every surface that’s become hyper sensitive. You start sobbing above her again, hands locked to your sides as she instructed despite your desperate instincts to push her down by the hair. 

Mayu’s mouth is more ferocious than it was the previous two cycles, your tip knocking on the back of her throat with tangible, filthy glucks. Not at all something you ever expect to hear from a royal, what with how they’ve branded themselves to the people.

 Frankly, you never expected to be this up close with a royal, for any purpose. They always seemed distant. Unaffected by the troubles of the commoners. And you weren’t sure whether your resentment towards them was borne from the systemic inequality or your exclusion from the elusive clique that they’ve formed.

“Hey. Hey! What’re you thinking about? Where’s your head at?” Mayu scowls, saliva drooling from her swollen lips as she catches her breath. “I–I, uh…I was—”

“Were you distracting yourself to last longer?” she smirks, tilting her head. 

“It…uh, maybe?”

She sucks through her teeth. “Be honest with me. Yes or no, baby?”

“Yes, mommy! Definitely. I was…I’m doing everything I can to–to make mommy happy.”

“Mmm, cute.” Mayu chuckles and clasps her lips around your balls, tickling the seam with quick juts of her tongue tip. You let out a deep bellow, curling your toes so hard they’re shaking, on the border of cramping. She releases with a loud pop, licking up the precum that trickled down your length in the meantime.

“Okay, enough playing for now. Let’s see if you can do what I brought you in here to.” She rises to her feet and unties her silk robe, letting it part down the middle. Your vigour feels reignited by the sight, cocking your head up. Mayu giggles and pulls her robe back together, and you let out a primal grunt at the denial.

“Hehe. Wanna see more, baby?”

You sit up and nod frantically. “Y–Yes, mommy.”

She hums and swings her body side-to-side. “Beg for it. Tell me what you want.”

“I–I wanna—” You swallow to lubricate your dry throat. “I wanna see all of you, mommy. Please, please let me see everything, mommy. Please…”

“Good boy.” Mayu bends forward to grab your chin, slowly licking from your Adam's apple, stopping by at your chin before going to your earlobe, nibbling on it. “You’re a good little peasant boy, aren’t you?” she purrs.

“Y–Yes! Yes, I am!” you shudder.

“For who?”

“For you, mommy! Only for you…”

With a satisfied hum, she straightens back up, pushing her robe back and letting it fall from her shoulders. Her smooth, bare naked form is finally presented to you, even doing a little twirl. Your eyes are the most open they’ve been in an hour, jaws dropped loosely. Feels like you couldn’t stop ogling unless someone broke your neck.

Or unless Mayu makes you look somewhere else, which isn’t at all difficult for her. She gracefully strides forward and slides into your lap, making your breath hitch at the renewed proximity. 

“You’re really hard down there,” she whispers, her warm breath tickling your cheek.. “It’s poking at my belly.”

“I, er…thank you?”

She bursts out laughing, a noise so wholesome and bright you could almost forget that she has the power to decimate you. “You’re sounding more and more like a keeper. Let’s really put that to the test.” Lifting herself to clear your length, she lines you up and sinks down in one fell swoop. The soft moan she lets out is immediately drowned out by your sharp cry, almost bursting then and there with how unbelievably wet and hot her pussy is.

“Ahh! M–Mommy…it–it’s so…I—aghh…”

Mayu shuts you up with a fiery kiss, biting and pulling your lips so hard it breaks skin. She pulls off for a single breath, then suckles on the wound, licking up the blood. Your eyes flutter under the volley of stimulations, cock throbbing within her.

“Mmh! Don’t tell me you’re close already, we barely started,” she pouts.

You sob and shake your head. “I’m sorry, Mommy…I can’t help it! You fe—ahh, feel too good…”

Mayu shoots a disapproving squint before cackling, raising herself up to your tip then slamming back down. Your hands fly to her butt as you throw your head back, wheezing. “You better help it, baby,” she coos. “You’re not—and no touching! Hands off.” They obey before you tell them to, trembling as they fall to your sides.

“You don't finish before I do, and you don’t touch me or move unless I say so. Understand, baby?” she asks sweetly, putting her arms around your neck. 

You clench your jaws and swallow before replying, “Understood, mommy.” 

“And if you don’t do what I say…” Mayu begins rolling her hips, dragging your hardness along her warmth. “I’m kicking you out exactly as you are right now. And you’ll go back to being the worthless…mmm…bottom feeder that you were.”

You seethe and nod as you direct all remaining energy to holding on, by any means; gripping the sheets, clenching your jaws, tightening your thighs. “And you won’t be going back to that shitty job I plucked you out of,” she giggles and groans at a particular stroke against her sensitive spot. “No…you won’t be going back to any job. No one will employ you. I’ll—fuck…that’s so hard! I’ll personally make sure of that.”

Mayu’s moans get louder and sharper as she ramps up her speed. You start bawling, not just from the higher intensity but also the true gravity of the situation. You’re now literally fighting for your life, as there is no life for you outside of this manor. Outside of her world. Not anymore.

“Mommy…”

“You’ll be beyond worthless. You will be…invisible!” She laughs maniacally. “Now you don’t want that, do you baby?”

“N–No!”

“No…you want to be mommy’s personal fucktoy,” she purrs, caressing your temple.

“Yes!”

“My cum dispenser,”

“Mmm…”

“My walking, blabbering...fucking pet.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Anything you want, mommy! Just don’t kick me out, please…anything for you…”

“Aw, so—ahh…adorable.” She kisses you deep but gentle, briefly slowing herself down. Pulling away, she glances down at her chest. “You want these? Want mommy’s milkers?”

You take a good gander at them again. The little time your eyes had spent open was fixed on her face, hardly noticing the supple mounds and the pink buds jutting from them. “Mhm! I wanna…wanna suck them, mommy. Wanna squeeze them.”

“Then do it. Don’t half-ass it, or you’re never touching them again.” You don’t even acknowledge before engorging on one of them, kneading the other. Your mouth is ravenous in its slurping, as if trying to gather every morsel of surface particulate. Teeth and tongue nibble at her stiff nipples. Your hand is far from idle as well, finally getting some action. It gropes like a climber’s does when they scale cliffs, pinching and rolling the other bud between your fingers.

Mayu’s reaction is immediate, a few broken gasps slipping as she pushes you into her. “F–Fuck! Right there, baby…just like that. So—ahh! So good…” Her hips return to speed, even harsher than before. Moist, crisp claps are emitted as she impales herself. You cope by switching to her other breast, gnawing on them, blowing into them.

“Oh my God! Ahh, it—that…touch me, touch me! My ass, my clit, everything! I’m…I—ughh! I’m actually getting close…”

No complaints there. Your hands get busy with her body. Spreading her ass, flicking her slit in a mad dash to find her clit. Mayu shouts when you pass a specific spot and you lock in on that; rubbing, rolling, twiddling, pushing into it. That utterly breaks the remainders of her royal composure as she bellows various curses between her long, whiny moans.

Her walls leak profusely, twitching around you. You’re fast nearing the end of your rope as well, the stakes are higher than ever. “Mommy, I’m so close…” you whimper. “I dont—ahh! I can’t hold it much longer…”

“Just a little bit more, baby,” she whines and braces herself on your shoulders. “Just—a little bit—more! Shit! You can move now, fuck me! Fuck me!”

With a loud grunt, you start thrusting up in time with her bounces. Mayu begins sobbing as well, albeit with a wide, euphoric grin. Your combined noises fill up the vast bedroom, drowning out any semblance of outside noise.

“M–Mommy!”

“Right there, baby! Let’s finish together. Don’t stop now, don’t hold back…aghh!”

Mayu arches her back sharply as she detonates, jamming herself hard like she’s trying to become one with you. Her pussy jettisons a torrent of juices, soaking everything underneath it. Her walls constrict in sporadic, powerful waves, and you lose it.

“Mommy! I’m cumming! Cum—” The rest dies in your throat as you erupt, firing multiple volleys of your seed deep inside her. The sensation blurs your vision and most of your other senses, all overwhelmed by the long pent-up release. 

“Yes…that’s it, fill me up. Make me a mommy…” Mayu rolls her hips slowly even as her entire frame trembles, making sure to milk every little drop of your discharge. By the time you finish spurting, your whole body feels like jelly, collapsing backwards under her weight. 

Mayu rolls off with a soft hum, your cock slithering out weakly. She lays back to catch her breath, then spreads her legs to observe your combined release. “Wow, quite a great amount…and you lasted. Well done, baby.” She plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “You have earned your keep. You’re a very useful peasant after all.”

“T–Thanks, mommy.”

“Ah-ah.” She puts a finger on your lips. “We’re done with that for the time being. Address me as per the custom.”

“Right. Then, I am…grateful for the opportunity you’ve given me, Your Highness.”

“Very well.” Mayu stretches her arms out and flops back on the bed. “Return to your quarters and wash up. You’re done for noon, but we’ll continue tonight.”

You swallow a gulp, cock twitching again despite yourself. “Yes, ma’am.” You breathe out a sigh and summon what energy you have left to sit up, turning to glance between her legs. “By the way, is that…will you really get…pregnant?”

Mayu chuckles, tilting her head to look at you. “Likely not. I’ve been on contraceptives for the past two weeks.” She sits back up, moaning slightly as the soreness catches up with her.  “And we’ll use that to its full advantage. Every two days, you’ll fulfil my desires, and perhaps…” That cheeky smirk adorns her face again. “ …I’ll let you fulfill yours on occasion.”

You stand up with a groan. “Understood, ma’am.” You start gathering your clothes, dressing up enough to be presentable. As you’re about to bow her goodbye, a big question arises, or resurfaces, rather. A smaller question is whether it’s appropriate to ask now, but the fact that you’ve been inside and handled by this woman gives it good assurance.

***

“Er, there is something else I’d really like to know, Your Highness.”

“Mhm, pray tell.”

“Why?” you shrug. “Why did you snatch—er, pluck me up from the streets? Invite me into your fold for…this? I mean, I am immensely grateful, but…why me? Like you said, I was a no-good wage slave—I’d probably have worked to my death back there.”

“Hmm.” Mayu taps her chin. “Let’s just say—oh dear, this is quite a mess. Bring me a towel, will you?” You make a quick trip to her massive bathroom to grab a small towel and hand it to her. “Thank you. As I was saying, you were incredibly lucky, darling. It’s…” she sighs as she wipes herself clean. “It’s my father. Your King.”

“I’m never getting the throne, by virtue of not being his son. So, he just…pampers me. A whole lot. Doesn’t want me to do anything too risky or adventurous.” She scoffs and throws the towel down. “What occasional ‘adventure’ I do get is meeting those diplomats. Like that isn’t a minefield of its own.”

“Perhaps he’s…trying to set you up with one of their princes? But can’t say it too outwardly, so…” Mayu shoots you a glance that scrambles the rest of your thoughts. “I’m sorry if–if that was out of line, Your Highness.”

“No, no, you’re right.” She raises a hand, smiling. “Heh. You’re more intuitive than some…individuals in the Palace,” she chuckles. “Anyways, since I can’t have much fun outside the manor, I thought I’d make my own fun.” 

She eyes you up and down slowly, biting her lip as she starts to saunter towards you, picking up her robe along the way. “And seeing you on that street, berated in public by that vile boss of yours…” Her voice’s dropped back to that octave which chills your spine. “…you seemed like a decent subject for my entertainment,” she purrs, getting right up in your face.

Her fingers lightly dance over your crotch, eliciting a quiet croak from you. “And what do you know, I was mostly correct.”

You force your eyes to meet hers. “M–Mostly, ma’am?”

“Mhm. You’ve proved yourself for the short term. Prove yourself for the long term…” She turns around and slowly grinds her silk covered ass down your bulge, keeping eye contact as she does. “ …and you may advance from a mere useful subject. The child I bear may very well be yours, darling.”

You shudder at the potential future, along with the heat returning to your loins. “I–I…that would be…a great honor, Your Highness. I will keep it in mind.”

“It’s best you do,” Mayu giggles, giving you a light peck on the cheek before returning to her bed. “Now, go along. Rejuvenate yourself. If what you gave me just now was your everything, you need to move that threshold for tonight.”

   You straighten up and give her a sharp, firm bow. “Will do, Your Royal Highness. I will retreat to my quarters. Have a good day.”

“Ta.” She blows a kiss goodbye. Just before you open the door, you look back at her. “Oh, and…it may be wise to empty your schedule for tomorrow, ma’am.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

For the first time in a while, your little smile is borne of confidence. “Because you won’t be walking straight by then.”

Mayu bursts out laughing, resting her chin on her fist. “Remember where you came from, darling. Don’t utter all that big talk…” She glances down and licks her top lip. “ …before you take away my ability to.”

CCTV blindspot, really. If Yubin put as much effort into her studies as she does into trying to fuck you anywhere and anytime, she'd make top 10 in the school ranks easily. But no. Instead, she's devouring your tongue like she's trying to map the inside of your mouth, letting out breathy moans that get both of you all charged up. 

Yubin pulls you in until her back hits the wall, unlatching from your lips to work away at your belt. You scoff at her urgency, licking your lips. "You're a proper lunatic, you know that?"

"Tsch. All these...accusations..." She unzips and pulls your pants down to your knees, cupping the tent in your briefs. "...and none of them are saying 'no' to this. To me." She tugs your underwear down next and grins at the bead of precum on your tip, glancing up towards you. "This thing definitely isn’t saying no," she giggles, kneeling to give a quick slurp at your head, causing you to flinch and groan.

"You make it—ah! Real hard to say no, Yubin," you pant, extending your arm to hold on to the wall. Yubin hums and stands up, taking out a flat silver packet from her front pocket. "So why do you keep acting like you're unsure, like I'm crazy?" she asks, tearing the packet open with her teeth.

"One, because you are crazy, and two..." You lean in next to her ear. "...because I know you love it," you purr. Yubin squeals in excitement and grins, taking out the condom and rolling it onto your rock hard shaft. 

You shudder as she puts it on, gulping and looking around. All the students may have gone home along with most of the staff, but there's no zero chance that someone is still on the premises and will walk in on the two of you.

"Hey! What're you looking at? Just look at me, baby," Yubin coos, turning your head towards her with a thumb. You take it into your mouth, suckling on it briefly. Yubin giggles and turns around, presenting her ass to you. You grab the hem of her skirt (which is a bit too short for school regs to begin with) and hike it up, baring her plump buttcheeks to you. Not only is she not wearing shorts underneath like she's instructed to, her panties are of the alluring black lace kind, visibly drenched in her juices which coat her inner thighs.

Your hand slides over her butt and gives a good kneading, eliciting a hum, then a yelp from Yubin as you smack. "You naughty girl. Really planned this out the whole day, huh?"

"Mhm. So...so make it worth and—gyah!" She yelps again as you land another smack. "And...and fuck me already."

You hum and tuck her panties aside, exposing her puffed, sopping wet pussy to the air. Your fingers do a pass of her folds, pushing out a choked grunt from her gut. Slurping your fingers to get a taste, you rub her again, pushing harder this time, her nectar leaking all over your hand.

Yubin twitches and whimpers upon your touch, panting heavily as she looks over at you. "Put it in me already! Please, baby...I'm so wet, so hungry for it," she begs.

You lather her juices over your condom, lining up with her cunt. With a deep breath, you breach her, bottoming out in one go. Your hand flies up to her mouth just in time to cut off the scream she would've let out otherwise; it's instinct at this point. 

That's one thing about Gong Yubin. She is inherently, unapologetically loud. She doesn't even have to try very hard before her volume knocks on the comfort threshold of most people.  

And her moans from getting her pussy pummeled is no different. You've learned to muffle her by any means whenever she pulls one of these on you. It's part of the experience of dating her, something you've grown to find endearing. Even though she does exponentially increase the risk of getting caught. But is that really such a bad thing?

"Damn, Yubin. You're so fucking tight and hot, can't believe it!" you growl, pulling in by her mouth and impaling her hard despite your moderate pace to minimize the claps echoing down the hallway.

"You know—ahh, shit!" you whisper as you lean next to her ear. "We could still get caught out here. Anytime, some janitor could—come around and...see us doing this."

Yubin makes some dazed noise into your palm, her eyes fluttering. "But you love that, don't you? You love the idea that we could get caught. That...some janitor could—fuck! Catch me pounding the—lights out of this tight little pussy while you keep begging me for more. Don't you?" 

Yubin begins to whimper, shrieking when you nibble on her ear and moan into it. Her breaths become ragged and heavier, her walls palpitating around you, oozing out more and more nectar onto her thighs.

"You're...close, aren't you baby?" you ask, your thrusts also losing their rhythm. Yubin groans and nods firmly, her eyes looking at you with a deep need. You release your hand from her mouth and kiss her, breathing quivering moans into each other.

"You want it? You wanna cum on my cock? Say it," you whisper, giving another kiss before letting her breathe and speak. "I—I want..." she rasps, her voice high and thin. " ...want it so bad! So, so fucking bad, I wanna cum," she sobs.

"Good girl. Now keep yourself quiet, I'm gonna make you cum." She nods and puts her own palm over her mouth. You resume your hammering at a slightly higher intensity, one hand squeezing her clothed tits and the other jamming her hips onto you.

Yubin arches her back—crying, sobbing, wailing out of pure ecstasy. Your pelvis claps relentlessly against her butt on this final sprint, resonating in the empty hallway. 

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming! K–Kiss me...ki—mmhhh!" You promptly satisfy her request and lock lips right as she snaps. A guttural cry is torn from her throat, her body quaking and constricting in electric waves. Her cunt clamps down so tight you wince and grunt, slowing right down as Yubin’s orgasm peaks. 

You whimper and cum yourself moments later, shivering as you burst into the condom, filling it to capacity. Yubin somehow senses this (or simply hears your sounds) and orgasms again. Her lips slip away from yours, letting a hoarse cry escape into the air as a second rush of pleasure wrecks her.

"B–Babe...did, did you cum?" she sniffs, glancing between your eyes and where you're joined. 

"Y–Yeah! What do you think? Fuck..." you huff, resting your forehead on her shoulder. Yubin whines and rolls her eyes, tapping on your leg. You grunt and pull out, her pussy clinging to your spent rubber slightly. She stumbles forward to her knees, panting and sniffling. 

"I wanted...I wanted it in my mouth," she moans. "Well, you should've told me! Your pussy was too much, Yubin," you argue, leaning against the wall. Yubin grumbles and rolls the filled condom away from your cock, making you hiss. She watches the white pool of cum on the bottom, hanging the rubber between her fingers. 

Sticking out her tongue, she squeezes out your cum onto it like a toothpaste tube, mewling as her tongue gets coated white. The sight makes you gasp, your softened cock already getting hard again.

Yubin notices and giggles, squeezing the condom dry and showing off her cum-covered tongue before swallowing a thirsty gulp. "Mmhhh, you taste so good, baby. I want more." She shifts on her knees towards you, pushing your hips against the wall and stuffs your sensitive cock in her mouth. "Ahh! Yubin, not yet—fuck!" you cry out.

Yubin doesn't listen, guzzling on your shaft, drenching it with saliva leaking all around her lips. She hums and murmurs onto you, whispering "gimme" on her short breaks to take breaths. Her relentless slobbering brings you to the edge again in no time, your breaths becoming shorter and higher.

"B–Baby...Yubin! Yubam—ahhh!" you whine, grabbing her hair as you spurt another load down her throat. Yubin growls fanatically, slurping, sucking, swallowing every drop.

She unsheathes your cock with a satisfied sigh, making you hiss at every centimeter. A bridge of spit and cum stretches between your tip and her lips as she grins, snickering "Worth it."

You slide all the way down to the floor, utterly spent.

***

Towards your finals week, Yubin's antics don't really change. It just changes venue and position, mostly. From blowing her back out in the school hallway to her straddling you in the tutor academy's small restroom, letting out your frustrations in expletives and ejaculations.

You both complete the exams with fairly decent scores (yours have been gradually slipping in the three months you've dated Yubin). Decent enough to call for...celebrations. That celebration being thrusting up into Yubin's hungry pussy in the restaurant's restroom stall. The hem of her black dress is bunched up around her waist, serving as anchor for your wet jabs. 

During one of those jabs, the unthinkable—or rather predictable—happens. Somebody else enters the restroom. Your motions stop dead, your breaths held as you hear them unzip and use the urinal. They're not going into one of the stalls, thankfully.

In the middle of this, Yubin gets the bright idea to roll her hips torturously slow, clenching extra hard at the same time. 

"What are you doing?" you mouth silently, glaring at her. "Finishing it. We gotta get back to Mom and Dad soon," she mouths back, angling her hips to grind on her G-spot, throwing her mouth open. Yubin quietly cums moments after, the squelches and squirts of her pussy masked by the stranger's stream against the urinal.

You shatter at the same time, gripping her ass and biting your lip hard as your release fills the condom. At this point Yubin must've spent more on condoms than she has on food throughout your relationship, which is saying something since she's a big eater. Just one perk of having rich parents, you suppose.

In addition to the school's formal graduation ceremony, there's a gathering that the students independently organize. Somewhat like prom, but informal. And being the prestigious school that it is, the venue is no less extravagant; a massive grand ballroom near the suburbs. Even though your parents do pretty damn well, well enough to put you in this school, the sight of such a venue still leaves you stunned. Not as stunned as when you lay eyes upon Gong Yubin though.

She's dyed her hair back to black, which gives an air of elegant sharpness, falling gracefully around her face and in tone with her grey halterneck top, brandishing the smooth expanse of her bare back. The hemline ends just short of her skirt, teasing a sliver of belly. Speaking of her skirt, it's a matching grey, more flared and yet slightly longer than her uniform skirt. It's the perfect length; covers enough to be appropriate from some angles, but also dastardly teasing from some others, especially when she lifts a leg behind her to show off to you.

Yubin slides her arm under yours with you still wide-eyed and breathless, letting out a feminine laugh unlike her usual. "Stopped staring yet?" she whispers, kissing your cheek. 

"Uh...er—mm, you...wow, babe. Gong Yubam," you stammer, your eyes drifting to that porcelain back of hers. She giggles, smoothing out the lapels of your tailored suit. "You look pretty damn good yourself, handsome." She kisses you softly on the lips, whispering "Can’t wait to be screaming your name later." 

She laughs maniacally after that remark. You gulp and walk her to the main atrium, your mind less on the event and more on when, where or how Yubin will pounce later.

Yubin behaves quite well throughout the event, greeting people with an grace you seldom see from her. Not that it's a bad thing, you love her chaos. Some of your friends who poked fun at you for landing the "crazy girl" even express their envy now. Not going to lie, it is going to your head a bit.

After some time, both of you start to grow tired of the crowd. So you two make your clandestine exit, off to wherever she takes you. Which is quite a ways away from the main atrium. In fact, Yubin takes you all the way across the building to the other wing, one that is currently not being rented so is technically not open. 

No one's really enforcing that though, what with the big event going on in the other wing. Some doors are inevitably left unlocked, all of which you manage to find.

Finally, she stops in the middle of a big marble staircase, one which mirrors the one leading to the other main atrium. "Right here, baby. I want it here," she utters before diving into your lips, making out with needy, luscious noises.

As always, you're initially hesitant, kissing back out of pure instinct. But then you realize; this is the perfect place for these kinds of fantasies she—and by extension you—have. It's not being used and technically off-limits, so there isn't supposed to be anybody here. But it's also wide open, big windows right next to the staircase; it's still public space.

With that in mind, you unleash your own pent-up lust, your hand snaking around her back and nape, devouring her lips and tongue as if you're starving and allergic to everything else. Yubin chuckles at your unusual ferocity, addressing it when you separate to catch a breath.

"God damn babe, what's up with you? Where's the usual 'pushing back even though I love it anyway' talk?" 

You reply with another fiery kiss, sighing and biting her lower lip. "You, that's what. You're causing this. Picked out a perfect place." Yubin hums excitedly, her body melting under your touch which gets spicier, cupping her breasts and kneading her ass.

You take the initiative and flip her around this time, Yubin giggling as her hands crash on the railing. As you unbuckle and unzip, she reaches into her handbag for a condom as usual, but you grab her wrist. "Uh-uh. No condom. We're gonna try something different this time."

Before Yubin could question, you dive to your knees and lift up her skirt; nothing but lace panties underneath, soaked through already. Typical Yubin. You plant your face into her ass, taking a deep whiff of her musk. Yubin lets out a low groan as you suck hard through the wet fabric, as if trying to absorb all the moisture. Her pussy ensures that won't happen though, leaking continuously.

Having had your appetizer, you pull her panties down and away, Yubin lifting a leg to help you. You stand up and stuff it into her mouth as a makeshift muffle. She snickers through the fabric, then yelps as you land a firm slap on her ass. 

"I'm about to ruin this tight little ass," you growl, taking out a small bottle you've prepared for this. "That's a promise."

You pop the cap open, drawing Yubin's attention to it. She raises a brow, taking out her panties to ask, "Is...is that lube?" You answer by pouring a healthy puddle on your hand and lathering it on her back entrance. Yubin shudders at the sensation, groaning long when you push a finger in, coating her anus.

"Fuck yeah, this is gonna be tight. And when did I say you could talk? Put those panties back in," you snarl. Yubin nods and complies, her eyes fluttering in excitement. You lather the rest of the lube on your hard cock, swiping her folds again to add her juices to the mix.

"Alright. Breathe and relax, okay? Don't be too tense," you say gently. Yubin nods again, and you push your tip past her rim. Immediately she shrieks; her asshole is much tighter than her pussy. You grunt and stay there for a bit, pushing the rest of the way centimeter by centimeter. Yubin writhes and whimpers along the way, breathing heavily.

Once you're buried to the hilt, you moan and revel in the feeling of not only being inside her raw, but also doing it in her other hole, stretching it out to its limits. You begin moving a minute later, drawing out another cry from Yubin. "Are you okay? Hurts?" 

Yubin shakes her head, and you take that signal to begin thrusting, which is no small feat with how tight her puckered hole is. Every dredge of her ass causes you to grunt, holding onto her hips and shoulder for support. Yubin herself yelps and snarls at every impact, every jab into her wanton ass.

"You like it? You like...getting your little shithole pounded?" you grunt, reaching over to take the panties out of her mouth. A loud cry slips out before she answers "Yes! Yeah, fuck my tight little ass, baby! Fu–uck!"

You groan at her reaction, stuffing her panties in your jacket instead of her mouth again. "Fuck being quiet. We got—all this—to ourselves. And if...if someone does come, let—fuck! Let them watch, let them hear! Oh my God!" you roar, ramming into her.

Yubin's loud moans turn to howling as you rub her clit at the same time, blowing fuses in her brain. With your filthy noises echoing in the vast indoor space, you reach the edge in no time. "Y–Yubin! I'm close! I'm gonna cum inside you! I'm gonna cum inside your ass!"

"Do it...cum in my a—ahhh!" Yubin's hazy plea breaks into a strangled shout as she climaxes, both of her cavities clenching hard. A flood of juices gushes out of her folds, drenching your leg and trickling on the marble floor. 

You erupt just after, fingers digging into her hips as you spill into her asshole, painting it white. You bend over and rest your head on her now sweaty back, breathing hard as you wait for her aftershocks to subside.

"Yubin...baby...are you okay?" you ask her softly, kissing her back. Yubin lets out quiet sobs in reply, but you feel her nod. "G–Good! Babe...it...so...too goo–ood. Mmhhh..."

You chuckle tiredly and continue to plant little kisses all over her back, suckling on her sweat. You get to her neck and turn her face towards you; it's a mess of tears and ruined makeup, but her overwhelming joy is evident. Satisfied, you smile and capture her lips gently, closing your eyes and letting the world around you disappear.

You pull out after a minute, her sore hole still clinging onto you. With a pop, your tip exits her rim, along with a thick white cascade of your seed. Yubin whimpers and farts suddenly, sending it squirting out. "Wow...Yubam, I–I came inside your ass. There's...it's leaking so much!"

Yubin breathes a weak laugh, sliding down the glass railing. "Baby...h–help me to the bathroom," she murmurs. You put your pants back on and crouch near her, looking with some concern. "You okay, babe? Here." You throw her arm over your shoulder, pulling her up. "I–I'm good, just..." Yubin titters. "Can’t...walk straight. You f–fucked me real good, hehe."

You chortle at her explanation, reaching down around her legs to carry her bridal style. Yubin squeals in delight, peppering you with little kisses.

***

Arriving at the equally deserted yet functional bathroom, you go to the disabled stall since it has more space and set Yubin down on the toilet. You unbutton her skirt and pull it off, initially under the pretense of easier cleanup.

But as you stare at her bare crotch with the bidet sprayer in your hand, the little dribbles of your cum and her puffy, slick folds give you other ideas.

You mate your mouth with her pussy, guzzling up her wetness and flicking your tongue. Yubin lets out a strangled bellow at your sudden assault, but grabs your scalp and pushes you deeper. Your senses become entirely occupied with her taste, her scent, her texture. Your efforts become laser focused with eating her out, to savor the delicacy that is Gong Yubin's pussy like never before.

Yubin's ragged moans break apart into desperate, stuttering rambles as your fingers join in on the action, working away at her clit. Your mouth and fingers swap places a few times, making her see stars. 

"Aughhh! Right ther—ahh! Fuck! I'm...gyaahhh!" Yubin emits a deafening wail as she detonates, her nails digging into your scalp and her thighs locking you in place. The toilet bowl audibly rattles from her explosive quakes. Her dams burst with vengeance, drenching every square inch of your face with her nectar, practically waterboarding you.

It takes ages for her climax to plateau, by then you're starting to black out. She eventually does, her limbs falling away limp. You fall backwards while coughing and gasping, catching some much needed oxygen.

You look up to see Yubin reduced to frail whimpers, her eyes drunk with bliss. A chuckle at her state causes you to choke a bit, inhaling some leftover juices. Your collar's soaked with her release as well, so you take off your suit jacket and toss it away as you stride towards her.

"Are you alive?" you scoff, standing above her. She mouths incoherent murmurs before returning to vaguely verbal speech. "I can't...that—I don't think I've ever...c–cum that hard before, baby. Hhhh..."

You hum proudly, looking down at the utter mess she made. The seat, the floor below, all with a huge splatter of her essence. "You made a real mess, babe. Still with me?"

Yubin nods. "Good. Cause I'm not done with you yet," you growl, unbuttoning your shirt. Yubin tilts her head and hums, watching you shed your clothes with haste. You free your cock that's back to being achingly hard, then rub her slit again, getting her still dripping juices on your fingers. 

Yubin's caught off-guard by the grope and yelps, bucking her hips. Her body shudders as another stream of liquid trickles from her hole. It's warm and slightly yellow; she's so overstimulated that a quick grope triggered her bladders. 

Somehow the filthy sight only turns you on even harder, stroking yourself with her cum as you watch her relieve herself. As soon as she's done and trickling, you shift forward and line up, tracing her folds with your tip.

Yubin goes wide-eyed and groans, her arm reaching out for your hips. "W–Wait, babe...condom—"

"I said no condoms. I'm gonna fuck you good and—" You growl and drive into her in one motion, causing both of you to cry out. "—raw! Oh my God!" Even though your cock is no stranger to her cunt, this is the first time unprotected. And boy, is it different. You knew she was tight, but you didn't know she was this...velvety, moist, textured. 

"Babe..." Yubin wheezes, tears beginning to fall again. "That...feels, s–so real! You're really—aughhh! You're even better like this!"

"Yeah? You like my bare cock stretching you out? Filling up this—" You pull out almost all the way and slam back in. "—pussy?"

Yubin screams to kingdom come at the impact. "I lo–ove it! More! More!" Your thrusts are deep but controlled, revelling in the carnal warmth around your naked shaft. You use this opportunity to undo her top, throwing it away to God knows what corner. Her strapless bra stands as the last frontier and you damn near tear them off.

Yubin is at last completely bare under you, something you witness rather scarcely with how often you do it in public. You ogle her round, supple boobs, bouncing with every rut into her cunt. Your eyes zero in on her taut nipples, and you dive down to capture one in your mouth. 

Yubin's whines spike into another deafening wail as you lap up her perky buds, kneading the other breast with your hand. You switch between them, at the same time ramping up your thrusts. They become less about savoring and more about impact, which is reflected by the loud claps of skin against skin.

"Fuuckkk! Yes, baby! Yes! Yes! Ha–arder!" Yubin roars, her legs and arms enclosing around you. You don't stop with her tits, and before too long she's overstimulated, climaxing again. Violent as her spasms are, you fuck her through it, chasing your own pleasure.

Yubin's downright bawling at this point, crying out your name along with various desperate and drunken expletives. Another crashing orgasm of hers brings you close to the edge, and you pull off her mounds to let her know.

"You are such a dirty fucking slut, Yubam. My dirty slut. Say it!"

"I–I...I—aagghhh! Am your...dirty, fucking s–lu–ut!" she sobs. 

"Uh-huh! And I'm gonna—cum inside your needy little cunt! I'm gonna do it!" you hiss, your legs becoming sore from how hard you're railing her. A flash of surprise and anxiety lands on her tear-streaked face. "I–Inside me? In...in my—hghhh! Pussy?"

"Yeah! I'm gonna fucking breed you, whore! Gonna—pump my seed deep in your womb!"

Yubin lets out a long trembling shriek, then hugs you as tight as she can, making damn sure you can't pull out. "Uhhh...fuck it! Do it! Breed me, breed me, breed me! Breed your filthy whore, baby! Ahhh!"

You keen and shatter, shoving yourself as deep as you'll go and staying there. Hot, strong pulses of your seed burst out your tip, right up her cervix. It's somehow even stronger and longer than your last load, surging rope after rope that paints every crevice of her walls white.

Yubin's fifth orgasm is so draining she only lets out a hoarse, primal grunt, but her cunt is hungrier than ever, pulsing and coaxing every single drop of your cum into her depths.

You both briefly black out from the intensity, your body slumping towards her in entirety. When you regain consciousness, you're panting, wheezing against each other, your heart rate through the roof.

"Y–Yubin...baby. Can you...hear me?" you croak, reaching up to tuck away her damp hair. "Yeah. I...I'm here," she rasps in response, her voice hoarse from all the action.

"That was...I can't describe it. It's–it's nothing like we've done before, babe. It was...wow."

Yubin weakly nods and opens her glassy eyes, searching for yours. "I...I can't believe how g–good it was, but I don’t...I don’t actually wanna get pregnant. I can't have a baby yet!" she sniffles.

"I know, Yubin. I know." You gently caress her cheeks, wiping her tears. "We'll get some pills so that won't happen, okay? And clean you out real good." Yubin sniffles and nods again. You hum and lean in to kiss her, a stark gentle contrast to your earlier vigor. "Plus...if you start taking those pills, we can do this a lot more often," you chuckle.

Yubin laughs also, a soft, vulnerable version she only lets you hear. "I...I'd like that, babe. Thank you so much."

"I love you, Gong Yubin."

"I love you too," she whispers. You return to each other's embraces, neither in a hurry to get back to the event. Or just the outside, in general.

With a chuckle, Myungsoo pulls his beloved into his arms and kisses her forehead three times in rapid succession. The calming scent of her bedtime perfume even eases him as he tries to soothe her, it makes him want to hug her just a little tighter. “Gwenchanayo, Tone-chan.” The woman wraps her arms around him. “I’m sure you can take tonight as a little cheat night, or something like a cheat day but at night. Is there a term for that?”

Giggling with reassurance, she finds endearment in his optimistic yet awkwardly delivered spin on her situation. “I’m sure that term is fine… Some call it that.”

“Oh, right,” the man mumbles, chuckling again, before he caresses her hair to the side. While he tries to alleviate her worry, he hopes to let out his own with her, before it also consumes him. “And uhh, I’m sorry, too, babe... You didn’t have to come here tonight.”

“Oppa… You have nothing to apologize for, especially when I made that choice,” Kotone whines, nuzzling into his chest before leveling his eyes. “I rarely get to spend time these days, and you made the effort to stay at my place for the last three because I was busy.”

He reaches his left hand above her head, slowly fixing her hair. Myungsoo sees her point, although he can’t help but feel more for Kotone’s struggle to get a good sleep, considering the effort she made just to be here. “I just thought maybe you could have gotten a better sleep if I didn't have to make you take another train ride to spend a—”

Unable to hold in her wide, closed smile, Kotone inches her lips and closes her eyes, crashing them onto him to shut down his misgiving with her more tender gesture of appreciation. The gratitude of being in his arms in a midnight as simple as this one. Kotone knew exactly what he was going to say—but contrary to his concern, she has never felt more at home, especially her own beloved’s, probably more than her own.

After a few seconds of listening to each other’s lips smacking each other and whiffing a scent of the same toothpaste on each other’s mouths, they part as Kotone takes a good look at him. “Don't worry about anything, oppa…” Her fingers reach under the hem of his shirt. “Nowadays, I'd rather lose a night with you…than keep sleeping on my own.”

Hair on his skin begins to stand up. “But, umm,” she continues, the same hand moving down onto his bulge to check on his flaccid manhood—slowly inflating within seconds. “Considering how we're still both insomniacs right now, tell me what would you like.”

Despite feeling a little flustered, intrigue forms with Myungsoo’s smile. “Tell you what?”

“Your ideal birthday to be,” she completed her sudden request. That just threw him off, making him a little more awake than ever. The two have celebrated years of each other’s birthdays, but this is the first year they’ll be doing it as a couple. At least with Myungsoo, Kotone’s gotta make him feel that it’ll be a memorable milestone if she makes it a reality.

As of now, he had almost forgotten. It’s about to take place in the next two weeks, yet they’ve barely talked about it since the first week of the month. Not that he wants or expects either of them to. “Are you going to act like an event planner for me, too?”

“Yah…” she shakes her head. “Don’t get too many ideas, it just came into my mind.” Perhaps, if their appetites are still full to help them with sleep, it would be having a couple of “foods for thought” that will help them feel entertained around this hour, slowly bringing out another form of appetite from their bodies. Heat is building up.

He raises his right hand as he scratches his hair, still figuring out how to answer. “Well, umm, I don’t want to be the party pooper, but I thought you'd want it to be a surprise?”

“It still is…” She can feel her cheeks warming up. “Just, ummm, curious, that’s all.”

His right eyebrow raises, his lower teeth sinking into his upper lips. “How curious?”

Out of nowhere, she takes his hand out of her own and places it under her right breast, with him just realizing she had unbuttoned her pajama. Staring deeply into his eyes, she doesn’t answer his question. Perhaps it is just a daring hint she’s willing to give him. His eyes widened, loss for words. “Tone-chan…” And yet, his confounded tone is telling. He doesn’t want to say no, because there’s no reason for him to, he simply thinks he would be unprepared for what may come next since midnight has passed, considering they no longer have activities waiting for them outside the room.

Nevertheless, the woman is already into what she’s hoping he’d do for her, and she’s not gonna stop now. “Just, ugghhh, answer it while you, uhh, keep massaging me, hmmm?” He keeps his fingers spread open and his palm latched on her soft, round mound like a facehugger. She starts moving it in a smooth rhythm, using her partner’s hand as a tool so he can make a circular and clockwise motion on her knocker from Myungsoo’s view, until she lets out a titter, no longer able to suppress this pleasure she’s leading him on.

He does what he's told. “Okay?” he chuckles, making his hands do the deed while his still active brain tries to come up with any idea as she muffles her moans. “It can play out in many ways, depending on the situation. Some are more possible than others—”

“Aniya, aniya,” she interrupts him. “Just spill whatever comes to mind first, okay?”

He chuckles at her immediate retort, encouraging him to speak while he continues to knead her right tit. “If it's the usual one, then I’d expect three simple celebrations.”

“Three, huh?” Curiosity dominates her train of thought, despite keeping herself guarded from any answers that would disappoint her because of her much wilder imaginations.

He had to clarify, of course, not wanting to turn her off as he salivates over her tits. “Of course, the first one would be with my family, the second with my friends. The third…”

“Mmm-hmm…” Kotone licks her upper lip. Once again, she reaches out to his cock from without looking, feeling it hardening more at her second, more aggressive touch. “What is it, oppa?”

“It would be just the two of us, and uhhh…” He giggles, a little out of embarrassment, but he knows it’ll lead them in the right direction, and a better mood for his moment.

She mirrors his reaction out of adoration, awaiting his next words. “Go on…”

“I’m imagining it’ll be something more like this…” He slides his left hand on the soft and smooth mattress to reach her left breast, making Kotone gasp in surprise and exert a bit more of her weight on the bed while he finally has grasped on both of her breasts.

“Heh, heh…” She’s tempted to get up and straddle him, but now, she’d rather let him take control of this moment. Keep things chill. “Hmm… Do you mind expanding it?”

He entertains her curiosity, going along as his right fingers make their way down on her, moving them through the fabric of her pajamas. On the very spot of where her cunt is. In her cunt, his two fingers manage to make their way on her clit and even through the veil, he was able to incite a sudden moan from Kotone, affirming that he has reached her clit.

“I bet you’d want to do more…” She gives his bulge a tighter squeeze, teasing him more in hopes of getting him to get even and feel something, like she is now.

“Fuck…” The man groans with restrained stimulation. “You have no idea, Tone-chan.”

“Just you wait, oppa…” Kotone slowly moves her hand around his now exposed cock.

With his patience finally hanging on its last thread, it’s time for him to turn the tables. “I know it won't be until next year, Tone-yah. But, how about you?” He kisses her nose tip. “What's your ideal birthday?”

“I’d like it to start at midnight,” she whimpers. The gift she received from him was already special, but this treatment is new. “Exacttliiihhh… Like this… Auuuugh…”

“Go on…” He encourages her, sliding down her own pajamas with her quick assistance. With less words leaving her mouth, her seductive movements were enough indicators for him. “You’re getting somewhere here.”

“For once… I, uhh, I'd really…” She bites her lip. “Want you… To fuck me in the ass.”

Slowly, he pulls his boxers down into the level of his hips, enough to finally unleash his member, the cock Kotone has been missing in the past few days. She follows suit as she turns to the opposite side and slowly bends, exposing her bottom in front of him, while also raising her right leg, which he carries without the need for instruction. Regardless of temptation, his target is not in her ass, like they’ve both considered and entertained, but there’s no doubt this one will still be in one of their favorite quick positions to date.

He snickers. “I’ll, uhh, consider it next time, babe…” He knows they’ll definitely have to practice, or simply not surprise her into doing it. “I’m sure it won’t be an easy one.”

“Then would you mind if we do a little test run now?” she asks, stretching her butt more.

Her question alone stiffens his already hard manhood. She gets to maintain the balance of their level of influence at this moment, more in her favor as he’s left stunned. “Huh?”

“Between my legs, oppa,” she giggles, stroking his knee till her palm reaches his thighs. “I know you wanna try it, too.” She’s planted a seed of temptation into the more primal section of his brain.

Giving into his curiosity, he does what she asks, sliding his erect cock between her legs. Starting a series of slow and continuous movement in and out of her thighs, Myungsoo breathes into her right ear while still massaging her right breast. “You like that, babe?”

Her breath hitches, triggering her chuckle while she feels both his hand on her breast and his precum on her legs. “Yeah. Fuck, yeah…” Of course, her excitement has made another idea spring out of her mind. “But on second thought, I, uh, want you to aim a little higher first.”

He slowly closes his eyes, slowly getting into the rhythm of their smooth motion. “Oedi?”

“I mean between my butt cheeks,” she clarifies, unable to hold in her lustful amusement. “Your cock, do that movement between my bum, hmm?”

He stops his movement, but his manhood remains rock hard. Meanwhile, his brain tries to figure out how exactly it can work. “Oh… Are you sure?” A little puzzle he has to solve without making Kotone lose any of her steaming enthusiasm within a minute.

“Mmm-hmm…” Albeit still driven by lust, her trust in his capability remains the same. It’s not the first time they tried to experiment positions outside the missionary, so the man doesn’t waste any more time and sticks in his standing cock on the widened gap between her butt before using his hand to tighten it. So far, so good, he breathes in.

The feeling isn’t necessarily new to him, but it’s distinct from sliding between her thighs and more similar to her tight and humid slit. Kind of a mix between the two, if he has to explain it in better terms. The visual strikes more like a thick hotdog sliding between its namesake bun, just a little stickier as that their lower bodies are exposed and in contact.

“Augh,” the woman squirms a little louder, breaking through her lips. “Mmmggghhh…”

“How…” Regaining his speed with his hips, he starts to thrust again. “—is it now, babe?”

Her body slowly bends into an S shape, giving Myungsoo a better means of moving his cock more. “You tell me… Oppa… I can’t believe something as simple as this is good…”

Holding onto his grin, Myungsoo gives her compressed right cheek a squeeze, making her squeal while feeling the tightness on her bottom. “Nado,” he chuckles.

She bites her lower lip, closing her eyes once more to feel the smoothness of his standing member on her rear end. “Mmgh… How crazy it would be once it’s the real thing, right?”

“As much as the idea tempts me… This is, augh, fuck! This is more than enough!”

He speeds up his movement between her ass crack, keeping three of his fingers on her drooling slit as he makes counterclockwise motions on her. Having found a variation to fucking outside her cunt, the surge of pride within Myungsoo prompts him to multitask moving his fingers and cock on her vulva and through her crack, respectively, with some efficiency and rhythm, leaving his moaning girlfriend just as, if not a little more ecstatic.

“Put it in now, oppa…” Her moans accumulate into a loud whisper, feeling her own stimulation level up within only a couple of minutes. “My p—pussy, oppa… Jebal!”

The hurry in his partner’s voice makes Myungsoo treat her plea as a command, taking his fingers out of her clit and plunging his now lubed up cock inside her entrance. His hand now grasps under her right leg, slowly raising it while he enters her chamber. For now, they know nothing has reached the level of fucking the usual way, regardless of the position they’re in. Nothing beats this classic, the thought simmers out of his brain while keeping his momentum in this tightening hole he’s more familiar with.

Traversing through her chambers with his slow thrusts, inch by inch, Myungoo plants licks on Kotone’s neck at the same moment his right hand keeps her leg raised mid-air. At the same moment, the woman lunges her lips on his from behind. The man transfers his right hand to cup his partner’s chin, with his thumb sticking on her lower lips at the second their tongues duel for dominance. The man increases his speed as his arms hold around hers like seatbelts, allowing him to pound her pussy backwards and sideways as they fuck on his bed. Kotone begins to twerk against his pounding manhood, giving him the necessary, complementary, and stimulating force that he needs to heighten his pace.

“You have…” she huffs hoarsely, making an effort to speak to him with her palm now gripping onto his head. “No… Idea… How much—”

“I missed this?” He interjects her thoughts, sharing his own heat with hers while their pleasure keeps building up on their respective bodies. Allowing her leg to hover in the air like a cool and graceful ballerina amidst this raging lust-fueled bed, his hand slides down to her cheek for a second time. A second, tighter and longer squeeze. “Me–too!”

“Yes!” she exclaims, as if she just came earlier than he expected, which she has before this current build-up. Neighbor complaints be damned, Myungsoo knows, at least he hopes that there’s gonna be a lot more of this every weekend, day and night, with his beloved, whenever weekdays feel more swamped. “Don’t—nggiiiih—sto—opp--auh!”

“Immaaaaaauugghh c-clooooose, Tone-cha—!” he huffs, letting his hips maintain their thrusts while his eyes begin to roll to the back of his head. Through instinct, he plants his upper lip on her skin and proceeds to sucks on her shoulder along with his lower.

“Doooon't-uh puuuuull out!” she begs him, slowly arching her neck backwards from the climax she’s now moaning to. “Do--it… iiiiiin—side!”

He’s just as close, feeling his mind like a hamster inside a hamster wheel the longer his burning body takes control. And the more the pressure in his cock pulsates with his cum sipping through his tip, accumulating to a pressure he can barely hold on. For a second, his logic tries to warn the woman, having been acquainted with her cycles in the past few weeks since they got freakier. “But, Tone—”

“Pill… In—augh—morning!” She begins drooling from her mouth and stuck-out tongue, which Myungsoo takes advantage of, plunging his fingers on it to muffle her moans into carnally triggered laughter before closing her lips, tasting him and a little bit of herself. “Just, p–please, oppa!”

Giving three more thrusts and moaning deep into her trapezius, hot cum erupts out of Myungsoo’s cock, flooding Kotone’s womb. Both their legs shiver next to each other in the following seconds, taking their time to recover at the sound of their own breathing.

She turns around to face him again, still catching her breath. Addicted by her taste, Myungsoo immediately leans down to lick the sweat off of her neck and collarbone, before lunging in to kiss her tenderly. They couldn’t get enough of each other’s lips.

“Again,” she heaves with a grin, her hand holding onto his hips to keep him closer. Her hot breath not only makes his hair stand up, but also keeps his cock hardened like it’s a sleeper agent. Myungsoo realizes there’s still one more bar left in her system to keep on going. Much to his own relief, so does he.

“Gyoi…” he mumbles through her ear, widening her smile. His Japanese has improved, she realizes. With his boosted confidence, the man reinserts his cock inside his beloved's cunt with more ease and less friction thanks to their puddle of juices, making her tilt her head upwards and exhale a longer squeal out of excitement at this follow-up.

Mirroring her attempts earlier, Kotone raises her left leg higher for four seconds until it dangles on his right hip, an inverse from last time. Recalling their little chat, she doesn’t want to miss more opportunities to stretch, even as brief yet just as exciting as this, with the very man that’s driven her crazy for years, and vice-versa.

Thrusting and grinding harder with all their might, Myungsoo and Kotone are able to maintain the same strength and rhythm within half a minute until the squeaking bed can be somewhat heard from their ears, only to still be deafened by the cacophony of each other’s moans and smacking skins. There’s no holding back. Every trace of vigor and lust, they’re letting it all out of their systems till their burning lusts have drained. 

Within two minutes, their moans and cries become the signal to their second climax, growing and rising in pitch just before their lips find solace in each other. As soon as their moans weaken through their kiss, Myungsoo gives one slow thrust and bursts in for a second time. Completely lightheaded, just as they intended. Their vision begins to dim slowly right after, darker than the lamp beside the bed. Despite this state, they can still hear each other’s heartbeats in the midst of their thoughts becoming scrambled and clouded by several minutes of overexertion, now both their heart and mind are begging their anchored bodies to finally do one thing, now that their worries have been burned and snuffed out by the flames of their midnight lovemaking.

Breathing heavily, Myungsoo musters enough effort to fix her hair and leave one kiss on her forehead, followed by one more on her lips. “I love you, Kotone-chan…”

Giggling through her breath, Kotone’s arms remain wrapped around his shoulders, pulling herself to keep her head on his. “I love you too, Myungsoo-oppa… Always.”

As their senses are sedated thanks to their exhaustion, the couple close their eyes with ease. Wrapped under the comforter, they’re already too weak to pull up their undergarments and pajamas, but at least they’re able to delve into their dreams, snoozing in the next seven hours and hearing the symphony of each other’s warm and calmer breaths, within each other's arms.

= = =

The tripleS members had taken over one corner of the venue. A sea of faces you half-recognized from passing them in hallways months ago. They're established now. Debuted. Become a force to be reckoned with in the industry. A dark horse for girl groups right now.

"Everyone, this is him," Heejin announced. Two dozen eyes. "The one we can't stop talking about."

Introductions blurred together. You were tired. Eighteen-hour days, not enough sleep, social battery on fumes before you'd even arrived. The CTDENM contract negotiations were entering their final stages. You'd spent the last week buried in paperwork and phone calls.

But you noticed things. Always did.

Nakyoung held your hand a beat too long when she shook it. Eyes searching your face like she was cataloging something. "Heejin-unnie talks about you. A lot."

Yubin watched from just behind her. Knowing smile playing at her lips. Didn't say anything. Didn't have to.

Dahyun caught you alone near the drinks table. Main vocalist. Powerful presence even standing still.

"What you did for the ARTMS members." Quiet. "We noticed. All of us."

Gone before you could respond.

Kotone and Mayu approached together—the Japanese line flanking you with matching smiles that felt coordinated. "Will we see you around more?" Mayu asked. Nothing innocent about it.

Kaede complimented your work, then added: "Maybe we'll work together someday." Smile lingering.

Sohyun flushed pink when your name came up. Caught her looking away too quickly.

Nien didn't say much at all. Just watched. Every time you glanced her direction, already looking.

And Xinyu—tall, striking, impossible to miss—positioned herself nearby without ever directly engaging. Listening. When you caught her eye, she held it until you broke first.

Then there was Yooyeon.

The leader. She stayed at the edges, nursing a drink she barely touched. You felt her attention like a physical weight. Every time you moved through the room, her gaze tracked you. But she never approached. Never joined.

"Yooyeon-unnie doesn't look at anyone like that," someone said beside you.

You turned. A girl you hadn't been introduced to yet—tall for an idol, sharp features, uncertain expression. Watching Yooyeon watch you.

"I'm sorry?"

"Nothing." Shook her head. Strand of dark hair falling across her face. "I'm Lynn."

"The main dancer." It came out before you could stop it. "Company picked you for the new unit before voting even started."

Her eyes widened. "You know that?"

"It was my job to know everything happening within the company. Before."

Something shifted in her expression. Not quite a smile, but close.

"Congratulations," you added. "They picked you for a reason."

"Thank you." Ducking her head. Almost shy. Then quieter: "I've seen you before. Around the building. Back when you were still..."

"Still here?"

"Still busy." Small smile. "You always looked busy."

Tired laugh. "I was."

"You still are." She glanced at your phone—you'd checked it three times in the last minute. Hadn't even noticed. "You look like you haven't slept in a week."

"That obvious?"

"Heh." A small sound, almost a laugh. "Little bit."

Yubin appeared at Lynn's shoulder. Whispered something that made color rise in Lynn's cheeks. Vanished back into the crowd with a grin.

"I should—" Lynn started.

"Yeah." You nodded. "Nice meeting you."

She nodded back. But didn't move.

Neither did you.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

You slipped out through the side door. The balcony air hit you—warm, thick with July humidity, but at least quiet. You exhaled hard, rubbing a hand over your face.

"God, that was a lot."

Leaning against the railing. The party sounds muffled through the glass—too many voices, too many people wanting pieces of you that you didn't have left to give. Your shoulders dropped as the tension started to drain.

Door opened behind you.

"You probably don't remember," Lynn said, "but we almost met once before."

You turned. She was holding two drinks. Offering one like a peace offering.

"When?"

"December." She moved to stand beside you, leaving careful distance. "You were in the studio with the ARTMS members. Recording something for a holiday release. I was practicing in the room next door."

December had been chaos. First holiday content with all five members. Emotions running high. Everyone still raw.

"I don't—"

"You wouldn't." Sip of her drink. "I was just a trainee. But I watched through the window. The way you handled everything. The way you talked to them." Pause. "You were kind. Even when things were hard."

"I was doing my job."

"No." She turned to face you fully. "I've seen people do their jobs. People going through the motions, checking boxes. That wasn't the same. You actually cared."

Silence. Party sounds filtering through glass—muffled laughter, music, clinking glasses.

"Nakyoung-unnie asks about you," Lynn said. "More than she probably should."

You looked at her. "Does she?"

"And Yubin told me I should talk to you tonight. Said I'd regret it if I didn't." Fingers tightening around her glass. "The Japanese members... we talk. Your name comes up."

"Lynn—"

"I'm not saying this right." She set her drink on the railing. Turned to face you fully. The uncertainty still there, but underneath—steel. "I've wanted to talk to you for a long time. Not about work. Not about the industry. Just... you."

Exhaustion made you slow. "You want career advice? I can connect you with—"

"That's not what I mean."

Words hanging there.

You looked at her. Really looked. Standing on a balcony telling you she'd been watching for a long time.

"You don't know me," you said.

"I know enough." No waver. "I know you stayed late when you didn't have to. I know you learned everyone's coffee orders. I know you cried in the parking garage after Haseul-unnie's contract went through, and you thought no one saw, but Kotone did. She told the rest of us."

You didn't have a response to that.

"I know this is strange," Lynn continued. "And I know you're tired—I can see it. But I've spent so long watching you from across rooms and telling myself next time and not yet and he's too busy." Swallow. "I didn't want to wait anymore."

Party noise swelling as someone opened the door inside. Fading again.

"What do you want?" you asked.

"I don't know." Honest. Disarming. "Something. Anything. Just... not nothing."

Phone buzzing in your pocket. Ignored.

"I should go home," you said.

Her face fell. Just for a moment. Quickly controlled.

"Do you want to come with me?"

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Quiet drive.

Too quiet. It was already hard enough finding common ground with twelve girls—having to learn what topics to talk about with twenty-four more scared the hell out of you. So for now, you'd let her lead.

Lynn in your passenger seat. Hands folded in her lap. City lights smearing past the windows. She'd texted someone before leaving—Kotone, probably, or Yubin—and whoever it was had responded with emojis you couldn't read from the driver's seat.

"Nakyoung-unnie is going to figure it out," she said softly. "She's weird like that."

"Is that a problem?"

"No." Pause. "I don't think so."

Your building rose ahead. Glass and steel against night sky. The penthouse still didn't quite feel like yours.

Quiet in the elevator. Quiet in the hallway. But when you opened the door and she stepped inside—breath catching.

"This is..."

"Too much. I know."

"I was going to say impressive." Moving through the entryway. Floor-to-ceiling windows, city glittering beyond. "But also too much. Yes."

You watched her explore. Stop at the kitchen island where a cardigan draped over one stool. Not yours. Notice the extra toothbrushes visible through the bathroom door. Hair ties on the coffee table. Throw blanket that clearly wasn't purchased by a man.

"Do you..." Turning back. "Do you live with someone?"

Could have lied. Didn't.

"It's complicated."

"That's not really an answer."

"No. It's not."

She was quiet while you poured water for both of you. Accepting the glass. Sip without really drinking. Setting it down.

"How many?"

The directness surprising you.

"Enough that I shouldn't have brought you here."

"But you did."

"I did."

Looking around again. The evidence everywhere—feminine touches, signs of lives intertwined. When her eyes came back, they weren't accusing. Just clear.

"I'm not asking you to explain," she said. "I'm not asking for anything you can't give. I just wanted..." Trailing off. Soft laugh. "I don't know what I wanted. To stop wondering, maybe. To know what it would feel like."

"What what would feel like?"

"Being close to you." Simple. Honest. "Even just once."

Crossing the space between you. Slowly enough that you could have stopped her.

You didn't.

Hand coming up to rest on your chest. Light. Tentative. Checking that you were real. Slight tremor in her fingers. Barely-contained nervousness underneath all that bravery.

"You're shaking," you said.

"I know." Hand not moving. "I've never done anything like this before."

"Lynn—"

"Please don't tell me to go." Voice quiet. "I'll go if you want me to. But please don't tell me it's for my own good."

You looked at her. Building you up in her head into more than you probably were. Standing in your penthouse surrounded by evidence of complications she didn't fully understand. Still here. Still choosing this.

"I'm not going to tell you to go," you said.

Exhale shuddering out of her. Relief. Want. Something almost fragile in the way she looked at you.

You cupped her face in your hands. Watched her eyes flutter closed. Felt her lean into the touch like she'd been starving for it.

"We don't have to—"

"I want to." Eyes opening. Dark and certain. "I want to."

So you kissed her.

Taste of the drink she'd barely touched. Lips soft, hesitant at first, then pressing harder as she figured out what she wanted. Hands fisting in your shirt. Pulling you closer. The shift—nervous stopping, hungry starting.

"Bedroom," she breathed.

Walking her backward down the hall. She stumbled once. You caught her. Laugh—bright, surprised—before pulling you back into the kiss. Fingers finding your buttons. Working them open.

You caught her wrists. Stopped her.

"Leave it," you said.

Blink. "What?"

"The shirt. Leave it on."

Confusion. Then understanding. Heat spreading up her neck.

"Oh," she breathed.

Into the bedroom. City lights filtering through windows, everything in shades of blue and gold. And against the far wall—the floor-length mirror.

Cardigan first. Then top. Unhooking her bra while she stood frozen, watching your hands in the reflection. Fabric falling. Small sound—not quite embarrassment, not quite excitement.

"Keep going," you said.

Skirt. Underwear. Each piece dropping until she was bare and you were still fully clothed. The contrast exactly what you wanted.

"Turn around."

She did. Faced the mirror. You stepped behind her. Shiver when your clothed chest pressed against her naked back.

"Look," you murmured against her ear.

Already looking. Couldn't stop. At herself—bare, vulnerable, exposed. At you behind her—shirt buttoned, pants on, in control.

"Your hands," she whispered.

You'd placed them on her waist. Spanning nearly the entire width. Fingers almost meeting at her navel.

"What about them?"

"They're so..." Swallowing. "Big. I feel—"

"Feel what?"

Shaky breath. "Like you could wrap all the way around me."

"I could." Sliding one hand up her stomach. Watching in the mirror as it traveled between her breasts, over her collarbone, resting lightly against her throat. Covering it almost entirely. Pulse hammering against your palm. "Look at how much of you fits in my hands. Look how easy it is to hold you."

"Oh god—"

"You like that? Being held like this?"

"Yes—" Barely a whisper. "I didn't know I—yes."

The other hand sliding down. Over her hip. Along the outside of her thigh. She trembled.

"Tell me what you've thought about," you said. "All those months watching me. What did you imagine?"

"I—I can't—"

"You can." Fingers tracing the crease where her thigh met her hip. So close to where she needed you. "Tell me."

"I thought about—" Voice breaking. "About you noticing me. Looking at me the way you looked at them."

"The ARTMS members?"

Nod. Shame coloring her cheeks. "I watched you with them. The way you touched Heejin's shoulder when she was stressed. The way you held Choerry when she cried. I wanted—" Swallowing. "I wanted you to touch me like that."

"Like this?" Hand finally cupping between her thighs. Wet. So wet already.

"Yes—" Hips jerking forward. "Please—"

"Please what?"

"Touch me. Please touch me, I've wanted it for so long—"

One finger sliding through her folds. Not inside yet. Just exploring. She whimpered.

"You're soaked," you observed. "Is this all from thinking about me?"

"Yes—" No hesitation. "I get wet every time I see you. Every time someone mentions your name. I can't help it—"

"Fuck." The admission hitting you harder than expected. "All this time?"

"All this time." Her hips grinding against your hand. "Please, baby, I need more—"

"Baby." Repeating it back. "You keep calling me that."

"Sorry, I—"

"Don't be sorry. I like it." Finger finding her entrance. Pressing in slowly. "Say it again."

"Baby—" Crying out as you pushed deeper. "Oh fuck, baby, yes—"

"Good girl."

The sound she made at those two words—guttural, desperate, almost wounded.

"You like that," you observed. "Being told you're good."

"I—" Couldn't finish. Just nodded. Eyes still locked on the mirror, watching your hand move between her thighs.

"Look at yourself." Adding a second finger. "Look how well you're taking me. Look how pretty you are like this."

"I'm going to—already, I'm going to—"

"Already?" Not stopping. Curling your fingers. Finding the spot that made her knees buckle. "That's okay. You've been waiting so long. Let go. Show me what you look like when you come."

"I can't—not yet—I want it to last—"

"There'll be more." Thumb finding her clit. "Give me this one first. Come for me, Lynn. Be a good girl and come."

She shattered.

Whole body seizing. Back arching against your chest. Sound tearing out of her throat—high, broken, surprised. Like she hadn't expected it to feel like this. Working her through it. Watching her face in the mirror—mouth slack, eyes rolling back, the quiet girl from the party gone completely.

"That's it," you murmured. "There you go. So fucking beautiful when you come."

Shaking subsiding. But you didn't stop.

"Wait—" Grabbing your wrist. "Wait, I need—"

"Need what?"

"A minute. I need a minute, it's too much, I'm too sensitive—"

"Too sensitive?" Slowing but not stopping. "Or just sensitive enough?"

"I can't—it's—oh god—"

"You can." Fingers still moving, gentler now but persistent. "You're doing so well. Such a good girl. Can you give me another one?"

"I don't know—"

"Try for me." Kiss to her neck. "Just try."

Second orgasm building faster than the first. Sensitive now—every touch amplified, every stroke pulling sounds she couldn't control.

"It's too much—" Gasping. "I can't again, it's—"

"You can." Pressing deeper. "One more. You can give me one more."

"I'm going to scream—"

"Then scream." Thumb circling her clit faster. "No one can hear you here."

She screamed.

Third orgasm crashing through her before the second had fully ended. Legs giving out completely. Caught her around the waist. Held her up while she sobbed through it—actual sobs, tears streaming down her face, body wracked with waves of pleasure she couldn't process.

"That's it. There she is. So fucking good for me."

"Please—" Broken. "Please, I can't, I need—"

"What do you need?"

"You." Turning in your arms. Clutching at your shirt. Still buttoned. Still between you. "I need you inside me. Please, baby. I need to feel you."

The word slipping out. Her eyes widening slightly—surprised at herself.

You walked her to the bed. Laid her down. Standing over her. The visual—naked and spent, you still clothed—making her breath catch again.

"You still have your clothes on," she said.

"I know."

"That's not fair."

"No." Unbuckling belt. Unzipping. Freeing yourself but not undressing further. "It's not."

Eyes dropping. Widening.

"Oh," she said. Then smaller: "Oh."

"Scared?"

"No." Quick head shake. But her eyes didn't leave it. "Just... I've never seen one that..."

"That what?"

"That big." Cheeks flushing. "Is it—will it fit?"

"We'll make it fit." Moving closer to the bed. "If you still want this."

"I want it." No hesitation now. "I want to feel all of it. Everywhere."

That last word hung there.

"Everywhere?"

Swallowing. Nodding. "I want to know what it feels like. Against me. On me. In me." Sitting up slightly. Reaching for you. "I've thought about it. A lot."

"Tell me." Letting her wrap her fingers around you. Watching her face as she felt the weight. "Tell me what you thought about."

"I thought about—" Stroking slowly. Learning the shape of you. "About what it would look like. How heavy it would feel. Whether I could take it all."

"And?"

"I wasn't sure." Small laugh, almost shy. "I'm still not sure. But I want to try."

Something shifted in you. The exhaustion from before—eighteen-hour days, contracts, phone calls—all of it suddenly needed somewhere to go. And she was offering.

"Lie back."

She did. Letting go reluctantly. Watching you with wide eyes as you moved over her. Straddling her stomach. The weight of you resting against her skin, hard and heavy.

"God." Staring down at where you lay against her. "It reaches past my belly button."

"Here first." Sliding up. Settling the length of you against the soft valley between her breasts. "Push them together."

Hands coming up. Pressing her breasts around you. Small gasp at the sensation—your heat against her skin, the way you filled the space she'd created.

"Like this?"

"Just like that." Starting to move. Slow thrusts between the soft pressure of her chest. "Fuck, that's good."

"Yeah?" Watching you fuck her tits with something like wonder. "You like my breasts?"

"I like everything about you." Thrusting deeper. The head of your cock appearing above her cleavage with each stroke. "Open your mouth."

She did. Tongue out. Catching the tip each time it pushed through. Eyes locked on yours.

"Such a good girl." Groaning. "Letting me use you like this."

"I want you to use me." Pressing her breasts tighter together. "Use all of me. Please."

Sliding higher. Tracing your cock along her collarbone, her throat, watching her breath catch. Up to her face. Resting against her cheek. She turned into it instinctively—nuzzling, pressing kisses along the length.

"You look so pretty like this," you said. "With my cock on your face."

"I feel pretty." Kissing the tip. "I feel like yours."

"You are mine. Tonight, you're mine."

"Yes." Eyes fluttering closed. "I'm yours. Do whatever you want to me."

Pulling back before you lost control. Down her body. Finding the soft crease where her arm met her torso. Sliding into the warmth there.

"What—" Eyes opening. "Oh. I didn't know you could—"

"Arm down." She pressed her arm against her side, creating a tight channel. You fucked into it slowly. "There you go. Feel that?"

"It's... it's warm. You're so hard—"

"Because of you." Moving to the other side. Same thing. "Every inch of you makes me harder."

"I want—" Squirming beneath you. "Please, I need—"

Lower. Between her thighs—not inside, just the soft heat of her inner thighs pressing together around you. Slick from before, coating you. She moaned.

"Press your legs together."

She did. Tight. You thrust between them, the underside of your cock sliding against her pussy with every stroke. Her clit catching friction. She gasped.

"Oh fuck—that's—I can feel you against my—"

"I know." Thrusting faster. "You're so wet. Soaking my cock and I'm not even inside you yet."

"Please—" Hips lifting, trying to angle you inside. "Please, baby, stop teasing, I need you—"

"Need me where?"

"Inside me." Desperate now. "I need you inside me, please, I can't wait anymore—"

"Say it again."

"Please fuck me." Grabbing your hips, trying to pull you closer. "Please, I've been waiting so long, I need your cock inside me, please—"

Enough.

Something in you snapped. Weeks of stress, sleepless nights, the constant pressure of building something from nothing—all of it needed release. And she was here. Willing. Begging.

You pulled back. Lined up. Pushed in.

Not slow this time.

Her scream filling the room. Back arching off the bed. Hands flying to your shoulders, nails digging through the fabric of your shirt. Tight—impossibly tight—but you didn't stop. Didn't wait. Buried yourself to the hilt in one thrust.

"Fuck—" Gasping. "Oh god, you're so deep—I can feel you in my stomach—"

"Too much?"

"No—" Eyes rolling back. "No, don't stop, please don't stop, it's so good—"

"You take it so well." Starting to move. Not gentle. Not careful. "Such a good little pussy. So fucking tight."

"Yes—" Moaning with every thrust. "Yes, fuck me, use me—"

Using her. Finally letting yourself take what you needed instead of giving. Every thrust a release of tension you'd been carrying for weeks. She was just a body beneath you—warm, willing, desperate for whatever you'd give her.

"Harder," she gasped. "Please—harder—I can take it—"

Harder.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Her moans turning to screams. Tears streaming down her face again—not pain, overwhelm.

"Look at you." Gripping her hips. Pulling her onto you with every thrust. "Look at you taking my cock. The quiet girl from the party. Screaming for it now."

"I can't help it—" Sobbing. "It's so good, you're so deep, I've never felt—"

"Never felt what?"

"This full." Legs wrapping around you. Pulling you deeper. "I've never felt this full. Like you're splitting me open."

"You like being split open?"

"Yes—" No hesitation. "Yes, I love it, I love your cock, please don't stop—"

Faster. Her body bouncing beneath you with every thrust. Breasts moving with the force of it. You could feel her clenching around you—another orgasm building.

"You're going to come again," you observed. "On my cock this time."

"I can't help it—" Crying. "Every time you push in, I feel it—"

"Then come. Come on my cock like a good girl."

She shattered. Screaming your name—actually screaming it, loud enough that if anyone was nearby they'd definitely hear. Clenching so tight around you it almost hurt. You fucked her through it. Didn't slow down.

"That's one." Still thrusting. "Give me another."

"I can't—it's too much—"

"You can." Angling deeper. Hitting the spot that made her eyes roll back. "You're going to come until I'm done with you."

"Oh god—"

Another orgasm. Then another. She lost count. You didn't. Four. Five. Each one making her tighter, wetter, more desperate. By the sixth she was barely coherent—just moaning, crying, clinging to you like you were the only thing keeping her tethered to reality.

"I'm going to come inside you," you warned. Feeling it building. Close now. "Fill this tight little pussy up. You want that?"

"Yes—" Almost incoherent. "Please, baby, come inside me, I want to feel it—"

"Want to feel what?"

"Your cum." Eyes finding yours somehow. "I want to feel you cum inside me. Please. I've been dreaming about it. Fill me up. Make me yours."

"Fuck—" Close. So close. "Say it again."

"Come inside me." Pulling you deeper with her legs. "Give it to me. I want every drop. I want to feel it dripping out of me tomorrow. Please, baby, please—"

Gone.

Slamming deep one final time. Burying yourself to the hilt and staying there while you pulsed inside her. Filling her up. Feeling her clench around you in response—another orgasm, triggered by the sensation of being flooded. Wave after wave, and she took all of it. Moaning with each spurt.

"Yes—" Gasping. "Oh god, I can feel it, you're coming so much—"

"Take it all." Grinding deeper. "Every fucking drop."

"I am—I am—oh god—"

Collapsed over her. Breathing hard. Heart pounding. The stress you'd been carrying for weeks—finally gone. Drained into this girl who'd been watching you from across rooms for longer than you knew.

She was shaking beneath you. Crying again. Arms wrapped tight around your shoulders, face pressed into your neck. Still clenching around you in aftershocks.

"Don't pull out yet," she whispered. "Please. I want to feel you. Just a little longer."

Stayed.

Minutes passing. Still inside her. Softening slowly but not leaving. Her fingers tracing patterns on your back through your shirt.

"That was..." She couldn't finish.

"Yeah."

"You really needed that."

Tired laugh. "I really did."

"Good." Small kiss pressed to your shoulder. "I'm glad it was me."

When you finally pulled out—whimper at the loss. Feeling you drip out of her. Her hand moving down to touch, to feel, to keep it inside a little longer.

"Stay," she whispered. "Just for a minute. Stay close."

Stayed.

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An hour later. Still curled against you.

Your shirt finally off. She was lying half on top of you, scrolling through her phone with one hand while the other traced idle patterns on your chest. You were doing the same—emails you should answer, messages you'd deal with tomorrow.

"Yubin wants to know if I'm dead," she said.

"What are you telling her?"

"That I'm fine and she needs to mind her business." Typing. "She's not going to believe me."

"Probably not."

Comfortable silence. Didn't need filling.

She put her phone down. Looked up at you.

"I can't believe that actually worked," she said.

"What worked?"

"Walking up to you. Saying all that stuff." Small laugh, almost embarrassed. "I had like three different versions planned in my head and none of them sounded that desperate."

"You didn't sound desperate."

"I definitely sounded desperate." She poked your chest. "You were just too tired to notice."

"Maybe."

More silence. She shifted closer, chin resting on her hand.

"The others," she said. "The ones who leave stuff here."

"What about them?"

"Nothing." Pause. "Just... whatever you're doing. The company, the work, all of it. It seems like a lot."

"It is."

"But you're doing it anyway."

"Yeah."

She didn't push. Just nodded, like that was enough of an answer.

"I should go," she said eventually. Not moving.

"I'll drive you back."

She blinked. "You don't have to—"

"It's late. And you're probably not supposed to be wandering Seoul at this hour."

Soft laugh. "Probably not."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

She dressed slowly. You watched—the reverse of earlier. Underwear, skirt, bra, top. She caught you looking and rolled her eyes.

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Look at me like that. I'll never leave."

The drive back was quieter than the drive there. Different kind of quiet—satisfied instead of nervous. She gave directions in fragments, and you followed them through streets that were emptying as the night wore on.

The dorm building appeared sooner than expected. You pulled to the curb. Killed the engine.

"Thanks," she said. "For the ride. And for... you know."

"Yeah."

She reached for the door handle. Stopped. Turned back.

"This is probably the only time this happens, isn't it?"

You didn't answer. Didn't have to.

"Okay." Small nod. Processing. "Okay, that's—I knew that. I just..."

She moved before you could respond. Leaning across the center console, mouth finding yours. Different than before—not nervous, not tentative. Hungry in a way that felt like goodbye.

When she pulled back, her eyes were bright.

"One more thing," she said. "Can I—" Swallowing. "Can I feel you again? Just once more. Before I go back and pretend this didn't happen."

"Lynn—"

"I know I might not get another chance." Words tumbling out. "And I just want to remember what it felt like. In my mouth. Please, baby. Let me taste you one more time."

The word again. Baby. Like she couldn't help it.

You should have said no. Should have told her to go inside, get some sleep, forget this ever happened.

Instead, you leaned your seat back.

Her eyes lit up. She was moving before you could change your mind—awkward in the confined space, but determined. Unbuckling your belt. Unzipping. Freeing you with hands that weren't shaking anymore.

"God," she breathed. Wrapping her fingers around you. Stroking slowly. "You're already getting hard again."

"Because of you."

"I did that?" Small smile. Almost proud. "Just from asking?"

"Just from asking."

She leaned down. Pressed a kiss to the tip. Gentle. Almost reverent.

"I've been thinking about this since the party," she admitted. Tongue darting out. Licking a slow stripe up the underside. "About what you'd taste like. What you'd feel like in my mouth."

"And?"

"Better than I imagined." Another lick. "So much better."

Taking you into her mouth properly now. Slow at first. Savoring. Eyes fluttering closed like she was trying to memorize the sensation.

"Fuck—" Hand finding her hair. Not guiding, just holding. "That's good. Just like that."

She hummed around you. The vibration making you twitch.

"You like my mouth?" Pulling back just enough to speak. Lips still brushing the head. "Is it good?"

"It's perfect."

"Tell me what you want." Stroking the shaft while she talked. "Tell me how to make you feel good."

"Deeper." You said. "Take more of me."

She did. Eyes watering as she pushed herself further down. Gagging slightly but not stopping. Determined.

"Good girl." Groaning. "Such a good fucking girl."

Pulling back. Gasping. Spit connecting her lips to your cock.

"I want to make you come," she said. "I want to taste it. I've been thinking about it all night—what your cum would taste like. Whether I could swallow all of it."

"You want to find out?"

"Please." Stroking faster. "Please, baby, let me make you come. Use my mouth. Fuck my face. Whatever you want. Just please let me have it."

Back down. No hesitation this time. Taking you deep—deeper than before, throat working around you. Sloppy sounds filling the car. Wet, obscene, desperate.

"Jesus—" Hips lifting involuntarily. "Lynn, fuck—"

She moaned around you. Actually moaned, like having your cock in her throat was giving her pleasure. Hand dropping between her own legs.

"Are you touching yourself?" You asked.

She nodded without pulling off. Eyes finding yours in the dim light. Pleading.

"You're getting off on this? On sucking my cock in a car outside your dorm?"

Another nod. More desperate this time. She was fucking her own fingers while she worked you deeper.

"Dirty girl." Gripping her hair tighter. "What would your groupmates think if they saw you right now? On your knees, choking on cock, fingering yourself like a slut?"

She whimpered. The degradation making her work harder. Faster. Sloppier. Drool running down her chin, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

"You love this," you observed. "You love being used. Being dirty. Having a cock so far down your throat you can't breathe."

Pulling off just long enough to gasp: "Yes—yes, I love it, I love your cock, please don't stop—"

"Then earn it." Pushing her head back down. "Make me come. Show me what that pretty mouth can do."

She went feral.

No more teasing. No more savoring. Just wet, desperate sucking. Taking you as deep as she could with every stroke. Gagging, choking, not caring. Hand moving frantically between her legs. She was close—you could tell by the way her rhythm faltered, the way her moans pitched higher.

"I want you to come when I do," you told her. "Can you do that? Come with my cock in your mouth?"

She nodded desperately. Eyes pleading. So close.

"I'm almost there—" Grip tightening in her hair. "Fuck, Lynn, I'm going to come—"

She took you deep one final time. Held you in her throat. Swallowing around you as you started to pulse.

First spurt hit the back of her throat and she moaned—actually moaned—coming apart on her own fingers at the exact same moment. Swallowing convulsively. Taking everything you gave her. Wave after wave. Her orgasm making her throat clench around you, milking you dry.

When she finally pulled off, she was a mess.

Mascara running. Drool on her chin. Lips swollen and red. Eyes glazed. The biggest smile you'd ever seen.

"Heh." That small sound again. Voice wrecked. "I came twice."

"I noticed."

"From sucking your cock." Almost laughing now. "I came twice from sucking your cock. I didn't even know I could do that."

"You're full of surprises."

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Licked her fingers clean. Made a show of it.

"You taste good," she said. "I want you to know that. In case you were wondering. You taste really, really good."

"I wasn't wondering."

"Well, now you know." Tucking you back into your pants with careful hands. "Something to remember me by."

She checked her reflection in the visor mirror. Grimaced at what she saw. Tried to fix her makeup with shaking fingers.

"I look like I just sucked someone off in a car."

"You did just suck someone off in a car."

"Heh." That sound again. "Yeah. I did."

She gave up on her makeup. Smoothed down her hair instead. Took a deep breath.

"Okay." Another breath. "Okay. I'm going."

"Take care of yourself."

"Yeah." Hand on the door. "You too."

She looked like she wanted to say something else. Decided against it. Just gave you one last smile—soft, private, something she'd keep—and slipped out of the car.

You watched her walk to the building entrance. Watched her punch in the code. Watched her disappear inside without looking back.

Drove home to a penthouse that felt emptier than it should.

It's really befuddling to you because you personally know several of those companies’ owners, and know their stance against such tactics. They would fiercely defend the healthy competition you all practiced. Now they're rarely heard from, and when you do meet up, they seem…off, somehow. Like a chunk of themselves had been ripped away. 

Now the hammer's fallen on your company, and you're the one bearing the burden of negotiating terms with Vulpes’ representative. Your father is usually the one tackling this stuff, with you taking care of day-to-day running. However, he got into an accident not two days after Vulpes sent out the letter. Some of your relatives insist Vulpes themselves were behind the accident, but you try your best to reserve judgment.

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Despite turning a significant profit, you never bothered splurging on fancy cars, something which instills a hovering hesitation around the Vulpes HQ security guard even as you present your company card and ID. The basement parking lot singles you out even more, your old Outback wagon sticking out like a sore, weathered thumb amongst Vulpes’ VIP cars; S500s, 750Lis, Alphards, the lot.

Gleaming real marble floors greet you in the lobby, contrasting your hardened, unpolished boots. The receptionist’s kindness is surprisingly genuine as she confirms your arrival, though a suffocating air of apprehension persists all throughout the elevator ride up to the top.

The doors open with an elegant ding, revealing a hallway which almost whiplashes you with how different it is to the lobby. Various priceless tapestries line the walls, hanging above the lush carpet covering the floors. Altogether, they work as impeccable sound deadening, your tense heartbeats seemingly amplified by the suffocating quiet.

At long last, you arrive at the office doors, marked above it “Chief Operating Officer”. “Huh, we’re technically the same position, then,” you murmur, raising a brow. “Good. Perhaps we can understand each other better,” you nod, taking a few deep breaths before the staff opens the doors.

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You’re immediately hit with a burst of perfume, making you slightly dizzy. The office interior is an interesting contemporary interpretation of the lobby’s rather regal overall theme. If not for the prejudices you hold against this company, you might actually enjoy the design.

“Miss Zhou, Mingzhi Electrics’ representative is here,” the staff beside you declares, giving a bow. “Mhm! Gotcha! You may leave us now. Oh, and…” a singsong voice answers from the far end of the room. You turn your head to see the source, your eyes landing on a woman behind her desk peeking around her screen. “...do keep the fort down, as usual, okay?” she ends with a giggle. 

Already, what little of her you can witness is nothing short of breathtaking. The smile decorating her face is entrancing, pulling your attention between the luscious jet black hair flowing from her head to her blouse. One side is tucked behind her ear, adorned with a single, sparkling pendant earring, topping off the look.

“Understood, ma’am. I’ll make my exit,” the staff replies beside you, but you barely registered her. You’re too transfixed on the woman standing up behind her desk, rising to a height very similar to if not greater than yours. That transfixation is rattled as your eyes drift down, finding a skirt that ends a mere couple inches below her crotch, wrapping her body too tightly to be professional.

Your previous prejudices return in full swing, your dropped jaw closing itself back up as your face sours. What on earth is that? Is this really how corporate people dress in their own offices? The thigh high stockings don’t really help, if anything they just highlight that area more with the contrast against her skin.

“Is there something wrong, sir?” she asks, snapping you out of it. “Huh? What do you mean?” 

“You look…disturbed,” she points to her own face, coyly twirling her finger around her polished smirk. 

“Oh, ah. That…I, uh—was, um…” Your hands shuffle uncomfortably around your body. You’re not used to the diplomatic language these meetings require, so you wonder how blunt you can be. “I was a bit…taken aback by your…appearance, ma’am. My apologies.” 

The woman giggles, a saccharine sound that tickles your eardrums. She looks over at herself, taking it as an opportunity to twist the ring on her right middle finger, one probably worth more than your car. “It’s alright, sir. I take it these meetings aren’t your forte, am I right?”

“Uh…right. I, um, do more hands-on operations, usually,” you answer nervously. She walks forward a few steps, and you swear you can feel the viscosity of the air she’s displacing as she does. “Please, have a seat.” She extends her palm towards a little meeting area. 

You nod, sitting down gingerly as if your beat up trousers will tear through the velour upon contact. The woman’s already short miniskirt rides up even higher as she sits down, and you breathe an internal sigh of relief that she isn’t sitting right across you.

“Let me pour you some tea. Hope it hasn’t gone too cold,” she says, leaning forward to grab the teapot on the coffee table. “Oh, you don’t have to—well okay then.” You hurriedly grab one of the cups and raise it. She pours your tea gracefully, doing the same for her cup after. 

“Now, to my understanding, Mr. Nhiều was to be the one coming here, was he not?” she asks as she sets down the teapot. “Correct. He, er…got into an accident, unfortunately.”

“I saw the news. How unfortunate,” she says with a pout. “Hm, at the very least, we should be able to communicate very well, perhaps even better, wouldn’t you say? Since we play similar roles?”

“Sure…I was thinking that too,” you reply, but her tone causes more discomfort you can’t quite point to. The cup in your hand begins to shake slightly, and she hums upon noticing it. “Well then, to our health, and our future partnership. Cheers!” She raises her own cup and you mirror her, somewhat hurriedly. 

“Cheers, Miss…er, Zhou, is it?” you ask, the cup halting in front of you. “Mhm. Felicia Zhou, or Zhou Xinyu, either works, Mr. Mingzhi,” Xinyu replies, sipping her tea.

“Er, that’s not my—that’s the company’s name…” you chuckle softly, taking a sip for yourself. It may be the opulent brand of the tea or simply placebo, but the taste is like nothing you’ve ever had. The warmth flows through you smooth and…creamy, almost. A very welcome treat under the room’s bone-chilling air conditioner—seriously, even with the thigh high stockings, how the hell is she not freezing?

“Well, they do say names are for friends…or something like that,” she chuckles, setting her cup down. “Though I hear your company prefers a friendlier attitude, so…perhaps you’d like to just call me Xinyu?” 

“Oh no, no, I understand,” you set down your cup, waving her off politely. “I guess Mingzhi works, Miss Zhou. Sorry, ‘Vulpes’ doesn’t roll off the tongue quite as well.” Xinyu chuckles a bit louder at your statement. Performative as it may be, the sound tickles your eardrums in a way that makes your chest tingle, rubbing your sweaty palms on your knees.

“Excellent. Well!” she claps her hands, and you almost flinch. “Enough about etymologies, let’s talk business, shall we?”

“Yeah, let’s.”

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Xinyu gets up to fetch the contract, and you once again have to avert your eyes, though not as subtly as you’d like. As she walks over to her desk, though, your eyes can’t help but be glued to her ass, its curves barely covered if not accentuated by that ridiculous miniskirt of hers. Only when she turns around do your eyes snap back forward, clearing your throat.

“Here we are, please read over it thoroughly at your own pace.” She presents the document, sitting across from you this time. “Oh, and do sign it with your actual name, hm? Don’t get too carried away now,” she giggles. You swallow a tense gulp, taking some deep breaths and focusing on the contract in front of you.

Calm down, damnit. What did dad tell you? One. Assumptions will only do you no good, doesn’t mean a thing to the other person, it’s all in your head. Two. Maybe that’s just how they dress here, none of your business, yeah? Just focus on the actual business part. Three.

“Mr. Mingzhi? You alright?”

You didn’t notice that your eyes closed, opening them to Xinyu’s concerned expression. “Yes, I’m fine. Just, something I learned, so—so I can be in the right state of mind,” you reply, giving the widest smile you’ve shown all day. 

Xinyu’s expression relaxes, leaning back in her seat. “I understand. It’s your company’s future after all. Can’t be too sure, can we?”

“Right.”

You start reading through the contract, now with a more open mind. As you go over it though, your body tenses back up. You give priority to some select sections, rereading them over and over again to see if there’s something in the fine print you missed, or misconstrued.

Alas, you didn’t misinterpret anything. The clauses are as unfair as you feared they would be, if not worse. And you make your interpretation clear with a loud scoff, grabbing Xinyu’s attention.

“Something amusing, sir?” Xinyu asks, tilting her head. You peer over to her, your vision beginning to blur with anger. “Well, the lack of subtlety in your shoddy tactics could be described as amusing,” you hiss, waving the folder in front of you before tossing it onto the table.

“What do you—”

“Have you read this? Did you review any of the draft—actually, never mind. You knew exactly what you put into this. I don’t know if I should thank you for making it so obvious or be disappointed you didn’t put in the effort to try and be slick with it,” you go off, crossing your arms.

“I’m…not understanding you, sir,” she squints, brandishing a poorly faked smile. “Oh, drop the act, will you? What’s the point?” you scowl, pointing at the contract. “This cannot be called a ‘partnership’! It’s a damn takeover, clear as day!”

Xinyu’s forced smile morphs into a genuine, scheming smirk, her eyes narrowing in tow. “Takeover, you say?”

“Yeah. It’s just a partnership on paper—hell, it doesn’t even look like that on paper. It’s all for the screen, for the press. I know what you do to companies like mine.”

“Do you now?” she raises a brow, daring you further on.

“I do! Menthas Textiles, Autumn Oak, Mallard Consulting, Celestial Construction? Ring any bells, Miss Zhou?”

“Enlighten me.”

“These are just some of the companies in this region that signed into a ‘partnership’ with Vulpes. I know their people personally, I know what’s happened to them under your control!”

Xinyu shows no signs of guilt or embarrassment, only further amused, even amazed. “Of course, as expected from someone your caliber. You know…” she uncrosses her legs, just short of spreading them. ”I wish some of those friends of yours caught on as quickly as you did. It’s almost no fun when they’re just nodding away looking all dumb.”

“You—what, this some sort of game to you? Is that how it always is to you corpo people? You don’t understand the stakes to us folks, do you?”

“Mm, is that a slur I hear? On the contrary, Mr. Mingzhi,  I understand them very well. You didn’t think we chose all the regional industry leaders by accident, did you?”

“I…well if–if you—” Your breath hitches as your eyes glance down to her legs again. “If you truly realize the value of our company, then you will rewrite these clauses before approaching us again.” You grab the document and shake it a few times to reinforce your point.

“Is that so?” Xinyu leans forward, propping her chin with her elbows on her knees. “And exactly what are these…revised criterias you propose?”

Despite her increasingly provocative intonation, the offer—or rather challenge—gets your head back down to negotiating temperatures, so you calm down. With as much care and clarity as you can muster, you dictate the more amicable revisions.

Throughout your dictations, though, it seems like Xinyu is sparsely listening. She looks less like she’s seriously weighing the options and more like she’s watching a monkey solve human puzzles. Regardless, you stuff down the disdain and follow through, outlining your demands clearly.

“Anyhow, those are the changes I propose. Please take them into serious consideration,” you finish, flipping the contract back to the first page. Xinyu eyes the document blankly for a few, then stretches with an exaggerated moan, nearly making you choke on saliva.

“Mmm, those won’t work, I’m afraid. Our shareholders won’t agree to those,” she drawls with a patronizing pout, crossing her arms and legs. “Well, I am open to your input. Which part needs adjustment, you think?”

“Mmm-mmm,” she shakes her head. “No adjustment. The clauses in the contract are final.” You let out a loud sigh, rubbing your forehead. “Gosh—were you even listening? Vulpes is the one trying to get us to agree to this, not the other way around!” 

Xinyu puts a hand in front of her open mouth, exactly replicating that theatric ‘surprised’ face. “Oh! You’re right, I forgot where we were going! Sorry.”

You cringe for a split second—she isn’t sorry in the slightest. Still, you try to stay diplomatic, even as your frustrations are evident. “Then…perhaps I shall discuss it with my people first, and then get back to you in the near future. How does that sound, Miss Zhou?”

Once again, Xinyu pouts and shakes her head, even whining like a needy brat. You loudly groan this time, not trying to hide it at all. “Okay. I understand. That is it,” you grumble, slamming the contract hard enough to rattle the glass tabletop. “I shall take my leave then, Miss Zhou. Good day—”

“Hey hey hey, slow down, Mr. Mingzhi! What’s the rush?” Xinyu reaches out as you’re about to stand. Your patience is already worn thin, but her concerned expression is jarringly genuine, so you sit back down. “I…to be honest, I felt like I wasn’t taken seriously, Miss Zhou.”

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“Really? Why is that?”

“You…it felt—you weren’t paying any serious attention, like you were just toying with me. Since my time apparently wasn’t worth yours…” You take a deep breath. “I decided to waste neither any further. So that’s why I was leaving.” Now that it’s out of your chest, you feel lighter, more confident.

Xinyu presses her lips and looks down, her gaze softening. “You’re right. My apologies. I should’ve…I wasn’t as serious as I should’ve been,” she nods slowly, sounding rather honest, too. 

Huh. What’s with the sudden whiplash change? Does she have DID or something? Have you been the one gravely misunderstanding?

“I’ll…please stay for a little bit more, sir. I promise to make our times’ worth this time. Please?”

Xinyu’s earnest pleas get to you and you take another breather, the cognitive fog beginning to clear. “Fine,” you say, short and firm. “I’ll…stay a bit longer if that’s the case.”

“Thank you,” she says, softer than she’s ever been. “Please, have some more tea.” As you watch her pour, another concern resurfaces, an itch in your mind begging to be scratched. It’s something you really don’t want to bring up directly. But eh, the last time went well, so…what’s to say this won’t? Just do it with some respect, yeah?

“Also, there is something else, Miss Zhou,” you begin after clearing your throat. “Mhm? What’s that?” Taking a long sip to warm yourself up, you continue, “Call me prudish, or archaic—whatever. I…” Your mouth hangs momentarily. “ …I find your attire to be…uncomfortably revealing, Miss Zhou.”

There it is. It’s out now, there’s no turning back. “Is that so?” Xinyu raises a brow, her voice unreadable. “Yeah, very much so. Now, I don’t know the exact dress code at Vulpes, so my concerns may be one-sided. However…” Your eyes glance down again, and it makes you wanna slap yourself. Another throat clearing will suffice for now. “It does disturb me enough to…impede my decision-making somewhat.”

Xinyu narrows her eyes, humming as she looks over herself. “I–I’m sorry, this is probably weird and awkward, but…I had to bring it up. It was really bothering me,” you wrap up, averting your eyes as respectfully as possible. Out of nowhere, she begins to laugh; a low, bewitching sound that sends a shiver down your spine.

Returning your gaze to her, you find a full-faced smile looking back, only this one is different to all of the previous. It isn’t hollow or practiced, though its authenticity isn’t heartwarming either. It is deeply unsettling, as if the room temperature dropped further down with its ascent. Dangerous.

“It’s all good, Mr. Mingzhi. In fact…I was hoping you’d bring it up sooner.” That sultry, provocative edge returns to her voice. “Though…you are mistaken on one crucial aspect.”

“I…er, that—what?”

With a disconcerting giggle, Xinyu uncrosses her long legs and spreads them—really spreads them. Slow, gradual, unmistakable. The miniskirt rides up higher as she does, revealing the deep red lace panties she’s wearing underneath. You’re too tongue tied by the shock for a verbal reaction, only emitting a small hiccup. 

“This isn’t meant to impede your reasoning, rather…” Her hands slowly trace her outline; from her thighs, her hips, rounding her waist, and ends with a squeeze of her tits, moaning softly as she does. “...it’s to help it along.” She ends with another giggle, biting her lower lip.

“I–I—what…y—” Your throat’s gone bone dry, needing a swallow to continue. “W–What do you mean by that?”

Xinyu rises from her seat, not caring to fix her skirt. In fact, she only accentuates the bared thighs, swaying her hips in an ostentatious manner as she walks around the coffee table. Her tall stature is an intimidating sight now, making you brace against the seatback as she nears.

“What say you…” she purrs, slowly sitting down beside you. As she throws one arm behind you, every instinct is telling you to bolt, but you’re frozen in fright. “ ...we have a bit of fun, hm? Helps to…” Her other hand undoes a couple buttons on her blouse which directs your gaze to her exposed cleavage, her perky nipples just visible beneath the garment. “...give you a more positive outlook on the contract, hm?” she whispers into your ear, the heat of her breath drawing out a weak hiccup.

Your eyes close shut, shaking your head. “I…no—you…th–this is, this isn’t right, Miss Zhou,” you croak, barely getting the words out.  Xinyu giggles at your reaction, making you shudder. “Is it really? Look at me.” Her hand reaches out to turn your head towards her. 

The moment her fingers land on your chin, it’s like an electric shock. Your eyes snap open and you yelp and jump off the couch, hitting your head on the coffee table as you clamber to your feet. The sharp pain blurs your vision, your hand nursing the throbbing spot as you stumble in search of the doors. “You…this is really inappropriate, Miss Zhou Xinyu. I don’t—you’re insane!”

The frantic cry drains some precious energy from you, and you drop back to your knee. From above, Xinyu laughs boisterously, clapping her hands. Upon looking up, you see her leaning against her arm, tilting her head in entertainment. “You are more fun than the others,” she blurts in between laughs, which rise in volume as you try to stand again.

You can’t spare a thought to ponder on her enigmatic statement; right now you need to get as far away as possible. “I–I…I don’t—ugh,” you attempt, finally finding a secure footing. “I’ll take my leave now, Miss Zhou. No need to see me out, you are clearly not stable right now,” you utter in haste, giving a flash bow before gunning for the doors. 

Your hands find the handles and push, but they don’t budge. Strange, you remember them opening outwards. Maybe you’re mistaken, so you pull instead. Nothing; feels even stiffer if anything. “What the—” You try rattling them back and forth, but they stand strong and shut. 

“Hello? Excuse me! The door’s jammed, or broken! Can you open it from that side?!” you try and shout at the staff outside. 

Xinyu’s laughing on top of her lungs now, cackling maniacally and keeling over. “You adorable idiot!” she shouts, coughing a few times after. “The doors are working exactly as they should, genius!”

No they're not! They won't fucking budge! You curse internally, then freeze as you digest her words. Slowly, you turn your head back to Xinyu, the latter fanning her face and running her fingers through her hair.

“Wh—are you saying…does that mean the doors are—”

“Locked? Yeah, they are. Very well, I might add,” she replies, exhaling to calm herself down. The confirmation, along with how much amusement she seems to find from this sends a viscous, disturbing sensation through your bones.

“Why are they—can you…unlock them?” you ask with as much courage as you can muster, even as the futility is evident.

Xinyu bursts out laughing again briefly, covering her mouth. “Now why the hell would I do that? Come on, you can't be that dense, are you?” she  drawls as she gets up, teasing and dismissive. The tightness of her skirt makes it hike up even further than before and stay there, her panties clear as day from the front. 

“I…what the hell are you getting at, Zhou Xinyu?” you hiss, fully going into defense mode. Of course, this only entertains her, chuckling as she walks over to you slow, her hips swaying with every mesmerizing swing of her long, porcelain legs. 

“Ooh, courageous, are we? Like I said, darling.” The sudden pet name echoes in your head like a nail driven into stone. “I'd like us to…take a load off, help you think more…amicably,” she ends with a low, predatory chuckle, her eyes locked on to you like you're a soft prey.

The proverbial crosshairs aren't lost on you either, your cold sweat-stricken back shifting against the doors as she gets closer to you. “You…you are not right in the head, Zhou Xinyu. This is not—HELP! HELP ME!” you shriek, banging on the door desperately. You should run, but where would you run other than out the door? The windows don’t open, and even if they did, a fifteen story drop isn't exactly promising.

Not like you could run anyways, your shoes feel like they turned to cement the moment Xinyu cornered you. “Tsk tsk tsk. Honey, who do you think they work for, hm?” she purrs, stopping mere inches in front of you. Her presence is overwhelming, the scent of her perfume and shampoo permeating through and disarming you. 

“HELP! Let me out of here…” you try again, albeit weaker. Xinyu lays a gentle finger on your trembling lips, halting any more protest. “Aw, you poor thing. You see…” She leans in next to your ear. Her hot breaths squeeze out a weak gasp from you as she whispers, “No one can hear your screams in here. So save your voice for me, hm?”

You nearly whimper at her words, and then you realize something. The funky looking protrusions on the wall aren’t just decorative; they’re acoustic foam. Between them, the carpeting, and the unusually solid doors, her office is tailored to accommodate the depravities she’s about to commit.

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“No, no, no, no—this…you can’t do this! This is—gah! Very wrong!” you protest, yelping when she pecks just beneath your ear. “Mhm? You really think so? Then what’s this?” she coos as she gropes your crotch, eliciting another yelp. “Why are you rock hard down there, hm?”

You look down, your crinkled eyes widening upon landing on the very prominent bulge straining against your pants. The material allows a nice range of motion while still presentable for work, but offers no concealment to your raging erection. Xinyu giggles as she watches your reaction, sliding her hand to your butt and pulling you in, grinding her sex against your clothed shaft.

Your brain short circuits, crying out, “Ack! X–Xinyu, please! Don’t—”

“Mmh…so hard for me, baby. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she moans, her panties beginning to soak with arousal. 

“N–No! Am not…no way—mmh…”

“Aw, come on now, baby. Don’t lie to yourself. It’ll make this a whole—ahh…lot…easier.” You desperately want to deny it, dispute and disprove her accusations. But your body’s responses agree with her, fading away fear into pleasure and aching desire. 

Xinyu opens her eyes and leans back slightly to look at you. Even without any words, the submission hangs heavy on your face, the light in your eyes glowing a different color. She laughs victorious, lightly grasping your jaw and going in for a kiss. What fear and uncertainty you felt start to melt at the taste of her lips, broken down into fuel that feeds the side of your nature you didn't want to admit. The very same desire that she sparked the moment she stood before you becomes supercharged, your mouth returning her kiss with an untapped hunger.

Your hands find their way to her back, making proper acquaintance with her body. She responds immediately, moaning into your mouth as she begins rolling her hips against you. You lean harder into it, sliding your palms down to squeeze her half-exposed asscheeks, bringing out a melodic hum from her as you also roll your pelvis against hers. 

“T–That’s it, baby. Let yourself go, don't hold back…” Xinyu sighs, her nails digging into your back as she gets into a rhythm. Even as your carnal desires take the wheel, the moral part of you is still shouting from the backseat. You came over here to negotiate, to pursue beneficial terms for your company. Instead, you’re making out with the COO, exploring each other’s bodies against the front doors. The future of Mingzhi Electrics is quite literally in your hands—maybe not the part you’re currently holding though. Or maybe it is.

That cacophony called your conscience is cut off once more as Xinyu unlatches from your lips, stepping back to kneel in front of you. “See? It’s not so bad, is it?” she utters breathlessly, continuing to rub your hardness. Your eyes go from her face, then to your bulge, finding a darkened, glistening spot on your fly. She got so drenched grinding against you that she’s fully soaked through her panties, coating your groin.

Without waiting for a response, Xinyu does away with your belt, pulling down your pants and underwear in quick succession. Your cock springs free into the open, wincing from the frigid room temperature and amplified by your arousal. “Aw, look at you! All big and leaking for me,” she exclaims, dashing forward to have a quick slurp of your precum. You straight up scream from the drive-by assault, your back arching sharply. 

“Hehe, so sensitive too. Tell me, you got a lady at home waiting for this dick? Cause she’s one lucky woman,” She has another go with a slower, more deliberate lick along your length. You’re so overwhelmed you immediately whimper a reply, shaking your head. “N–No!”

She giggles, dragging her nose against your shaft, breathing in your musk with a loud inhale. “My my, lucky me then. I get this all to myself,” she whispers seductively before engulfing you in earnest. The thermal shock is exhilarating; the warm, moist envelope that is her mouth making its way along your hardness. As your tip meets her throat, she relaxes it, allowing just a bit more of you inside her. 

Xinyu lets out a satisfying hum around you as she takes you in full, her hand gently squeezing what’s left that she can’t fit. Your hips tremble, gradually losing strength in your lower body. She slowly lets you go, a thin string of saliva dangling between your slit and her lips. “What did I say, baby? Relax, enjoy this,” she purrs before taking you in again, smoother and quicker this time.

You gather all the control you can to ease the tension straining your pelvis to no end. The ridges of her mouth, the texture of her tongue against your veins give a good fight, but you sparsely succeed. Feeling this, Xinyu starts to move, going at a moderate, steady pace.

Your restraint is immediately tested again; watching this vixen with her lips drawing your cock in and out is too much, so you snap your head up, trying to busy your mind with the interior design. That works to some extent, but somehow the filthy, sopping noises emitted from your groin gets more intense, not helped by her tongue which has begun a joyride within her mouth, stimulating parts of yourself you didn’t even know were untouched.

You stop dedicating efforts into staying quiet, letting your moans flow free and loud. “Fuck! Xinyu…you’re so—uhhh! How are you so…good at this? Mmhh!” Xinyu chuckles below at your reaction, unlatching to take a short breather. “Tell me more. How do I feel, baby?” She twirls her tongue around your tip, eliciting a shaky yelp from you.

“Y–You’re quite…ahh!” She devours you again, resuming her trip with a higher set speed. “Really…good! S–So warm, so…so—fuck!” Xinyu rewards you with a moan and a gentle squeeze around your balls, driving you even further up the wall. Another squelching noise joins the decadent slurping; her other hand’s gone down to rub herself through the underwear.

The auxiliary addition is too much, and you’re getting close. Your moans become louder, jumbled gibberish thrown into it for good measure. The buildup in your loins primes to burst, you close your eyes, and—

Nothing. Xinyu stops dead in her tracks, cutting off any and all active stimulations. Your lungs decide to burst instead, letting out a hard breath you’d held in anticipation. She stays there for a few, letting your spirits plateau just a bit as you pant above her. Before you can speak though, she resumes, the whiplash short circuiting your brain just as the inertia ran out. 

Xinyu repeats the cycle one, two more times. Each time, your brakes wear thinner, your hitched breaths become louder, the endline draws closer. Finally, she pushes you to the point of no return, your entire body shuddering. “X–Xinyu! I’m…I’m clo—ahh! Cumming! Cumming!” But just before the dams break loose, she stops and pulls off entirely. Rather than exploding, it’s an incomplete combustion; the first wave sputtering weakly with the rest pouring out in tow. You whine in disappointment and shiver as your release flows down your shaft and onto the floor, dripping pathetically.

“I…uhhh, w–what the hell, Xinyu? I was right there!” you cry out, holding onto the door handles as your legs begin to give. Xinyu’s laughing at your denied eruption, catching some of your dribbles and tasting them. “Mmhh, if you want more than that…” She teases and stands up, walking sultrily to her desk, your eyes glued to her ass swaying behind her. Arriving at her desk, she clears away a few paperweights and bends over it, flaunting her ass at you. “Then come and get it yourself, big man.”

Something in her finger-biting smirk flips a switch within you, your energy surging back up. Your lower garments are kicked off, your jacket shedded thereafter. You move towards her with heavy struts, the woman grinning giddily in anticipation. With a grunt, her skirt is pulled up as far up as they’ll go, baring her ass to you completely. Her inner thighs are almost reflective with how wet they are, and you give it a light slap, making her let out a small yelp. “You goddamn slut,” you hiss, yanking her panties down with urgency. “Getting so wet sucking off a business rival—take these off!” 

Xinyu lightly shakes with excitement, tossing the damp fabric away. You start rubbing around her slit, not quite on them. Your fingers glide over her skin with varying speed, tracing random patterns. “What are you waiting for, big man? You gonna—gyah!” Her tease is cut off as you suddenly attack her clit, painting small, slow strokes on the nub before slowly pushing down and away along her slit. 

Her shaking is more pronounced now, a low whimper escaping her as you restart the routine. More of her juices leak out, easing your efforts and making them less predictable. Another abrupt jab is made, her back arching sharply. “Fuck! That’s so…you’re not gonna…put it in?” Xinyu’s tone attempts a front of annoyance, though her body sings a different song. You grab the sides of her neck and pin her down, delivering a sharp smack to her ass with the other hand. “Patience, Miss Zhou. You’re not…getting it that easy.”    

She laughs excitedly, shut up with another smack to her other asscheek. You lean in next to her ear and whisper, “Not after what you did to me.” Before she could utter another response, your mouth dives into her neck, suckling hard on her sweaty skin. Xinyu lets out a long, broken moan, her eyes fluttering as they struggle to stay open. 

You unlatch from her, smirking proudly at the mark you left. The motions around her entrance are resumed, their effects amplified by her spiked arousal. But this time, the direct hit is not made by your fingers, your tongue instead going on the frontline. She screams out a curse, your mouth and fingers working away at her folds in tandem. Every surface of her sex is stimulated, your tongue twirling away at her nub and doing an occasional pass of her folds. Your fingers don’t stay idle either; circling, stroking, pushing at any surface your tongue isn’t.

At one point, they even go into her, the moans she’s emitting spiking to a loud shriek. “Fuck! Oh my God! You can’t—ahhh! That’s so…keep going!” And you do, fishing around her walls for the spot that makes her twitch, rattling her desk at every instance. Xinyu’s body starts losing control, her tremors going up in magnitude, her moans rising in volume and octave. She’s getting close, all the more evident as her nectar leaks a bit faster, her cunt pulsing around your fingers. 

“Mmhhh! I’m so…right there! Don’t stop! Dontstopdontstopdontstop—” Xinyu wheezes, and you disengage moments after. She emits an exasperated groan, her entire body lurching at the denial of her climax. “Urgh! What the fuck!” Her head snaps back towards you, shooting a fervent gaze. “You motherfucker! I was so fucking close! How dare you stop—” You grab her chin and squish her lips together, blurring her complaints into silence. 

“Like I said, darling. I’m paying you back for what you did to me back there. Abide by the due process, will you?” Xinyu's face scrunches in dissatisfaction, but her body betrays her facade, shivering under your hold. You release her face, the hand squeezing her other cheeks. “You…you can’t do it, can you? Too much of a bitch to…to actually fuck me?” she spits as her gaze returns forward. “Hah! You afraid or something? Too much of a pussy to fuck this pussy—” You slide your tip into her, back to full mast and lubed up with her slickness when she was taunting you.

Those taunts shatter into unintelligible stammers and groans as you fill up her cunt, her knuckles white from the deathgrip she has on the edge of her desk. “What was that, miss? You said something?” you growl into her ear. Xinyu bites her lips before attempting a retort, but they never reach her mouth. You push in the rest of the way, her mouth locked agape as you’re buried to the hilt. “That’s what I…fucking thought.”

Her head is pushed back into the desk as you start moving. Your shallow, moderate thrusts are interrupted with deep, hard ones that rattle everything on the desk. Xinyu is overstimulated before too long, her sensitivity still high from the near orgasm you pushed her to previously. “Ah! Fuck! Wait—ummhh! Shit, shit! Oh my Go—urgghhh!” Her loins coil up again, threatening to snap sooner than she might expect. 

“Shit! Hold on—ahh! I’m ffucking close…close, cumming—” The climax finally hits. And it hits like a train. She lets out a wail that bounces off  the flat glass windows and is absorbed everywhere else. Her entire frame jolts erratically, knocking away a few paperweights with the vibrations. A rush of her juices gush around your shaft, her core clamping down on you rhythmically. The whole affair makes it difficult for you to continue, but you follow through, fucking her through her orgasm.     

You pull her up by the chin again, kissing her hard on the cheek and forehead. “There you go. How’s that for a…fuck, huh? You damn slut,” you purr into her ear, eliciting a whimper as an aftershock hits her. The cadence in your thrusts starts to wane as your release also nears, and you slam hard into her before pulling out. 

“Flip over. Face me,” you command, carrying it out yourself. Xinyu plays along, having little gusto to resist. For a second, you watch over your handiwork with pride; the beautiful, disheveled ruin that is her face, her smeared lipstick, loose strands of her hair sticking here and there. You lean in for a kiss, its gentleness a stark contrast to your earlier—and forthcoming—ferocity. As you do, you pull on the hem of her blouse, untucking it from her skirt.

Your hands go to undo the rest of her buttons, with Xinyu’s thrown around your neck. The garment fully open, you part them to latch onto her breast, suckling hard on one nipple and fondling the other with your fingers. She cries out in delight, tightening her arms around you. The taut, sweat-stricken protrusion is almost addictive to play with, especially with the little noises she makes as you lap away at them. Satisfied with one, you pull away with a light bite, doing the same to the other. 

You finish up on her mounds, not forgetting to skim the rest of her chest, ending just below her chin. Xinyu’s vocalisations have fallen silent, reduced to breathy wheezes. “Look at you,” you coo, tucking some hair behind her ear. “Corporate whore trying to coerce me with dirty tactics,” Your fingers run along her torso, giving a brief squeeze of her tits before resting on her waist. “Now you’re mush under me. How’s that worked out for you?” 

Xinyu’s half-lidded eyes reopen, a defiant smirk curving up her lips. “And l–look at you,” she retorts, exploring your arms with her fingers. “Acted all uptight and…righteous, only to succumb and–and pound me sky high. Which by the way…” Her hand snakes down to squeeze your shaft, rolling a slow pump that makes you groan. “You haven’t cum yet. What, goody boy too scared to breed me?”

Xinyu’s taunt reignites the smouldering vigour within you, your gaze sharpening on her. “Or are you secretly impotent? That why you don’t have a missus back home? Because you could never give her—”

Her mockery is punted into oblivion with a loud gasp as you reenter, her eyes and jaws wide open. “G–God, that mouth of yours, it…” You slam all the way home with a grunt. Xinyu’s slacked jaw quivers, and you lean in to capture it messily. “Keeps—fucking—baiting—me, you…fucking—whore,” you mutter with each punishing thrust, the woman crying out in response. 

“And you keep—urghh! B–Biting it, so who—ahh! Who’s the whore f–for who? Fuck!” You return to your regular pace; alternating between snappy, shallower thrusts and brutal, deep stabs, though the latter occurs at a higher frequency. “You really wanna test that out?” You hold her down by her neck with one hand and rub her clit with the other, drawing out deafening cries from her as she squirms underneath.

As you’ve already gotten close previously, it doesn’t take as long to go into a more desperate, frantic cycle, chasing your own release. “You God damn…vixen! Trynna—seduce me, huh? Get me to sign that…fucking contract of yours?” You hiss as your hips slam into hers with crisp, sharp plaps.  

Xinyu clenches her jaws to meet your gaze, holding that sly smirk of hers. “It’s working—ughh! So far!” She lets out a patronising laugh even as her face begins to sour. She’s getting close again, her pulsating is evident through the relentless pounding. You let the momentum build up for a few more moments before grounding to a halt, taking all the willpower you have not to burst right then.

Xinyu’s delirious groans turn to confusion, swatting your arm aside to sit up and face you. “W–Why?! What is it this time?”

“Fucking beg for it.” You respond by pulling back slightly, threatening to go all the way. Her legs fly up to wrap around and stop you, but you slap her thighs and push them away, continuing to slide out a few more centimetres.

“N–No! You can’t! We’re so close!” she whines, downright needy and desperate. “Wrong answer.” You hold her legs open and slide out to the tip, making her moan at the sudden emptiness. “I said beg for it, baby.”

“Damn it! Fine! Fuck me, please! Fuck me hard! Put it deep inside me and fill me up to the brim!” she finally relents, almost sobbing from her desperation. You reward her immediately, sliding back in with one single motion that takes the wind out of her.

“There it is. Admit it. You’re a scheming, cock-hungry slut. Say it,” you huff, driving into her with a mad rush. “I–I’m a sche—FUCK! Scheming…cock-hungry slut!” she rasps between groans, tears beginning to fall from her eyes. You reach around her back to hug her tight, angling your thrusts in a way that makes her shriek. “Good…fucking take it! Take it all! Take it deep!” you groan into her ear. She shivers as her shrieks reach a whistle tone, hardly audible over the skin slapping skin as you pound her to kingdom come. 

With a few more hefty thrusts, you let out a bellow into her shoulder and explode. All the pent-up tension, the stress of corporate oppression, the madness Xinyu drove you into with her antics. They all coalesce into a pool of heat in your stomach and spill out as a flood of hot cum, painting every crevice of her depth with your warmth.  

Xinyu’s second release crashes through her at the same time, her eyes rolled back and her mouth ajar with a silent cry. All four of her limbs clamp around you tight, holding on for dear life as her whole body convulses violently. The monumental tightness of her walls somehow push you away and lock you in at the same time, milking you dry.

You collapse onto her when the high subsides, cushioned by her tits. A few minutes of nothing but heavy breathing ensues, the two of you tracing lazy strokes on each other. “H–Holy shit. What have I done?” you croak, pushing yourself up off of Xinyu, the latter seemingly still in a hazy bliss. “Dear God…oh, oh…”

You brace against her hips and pull out, a weak moan from Xinyu drawn out along your retreat. Your exit is marked by a moist pop, some quieter burbles emitted by the cloudy concoction pouring out of her folds. “Shit, shit! I…I came inside—I…inside!” The copulatory craze wears off, a rising panic beginning to set in.

“That you did. A whole lot of it, too. I can feel it leaking…” Xinyu smirks, her expression having regained its edge. “I–I–I…are you safe? I mean…that was—shit!”

She lets out a degrading laugh at your panicked fidgeting, sitting upright. “Gosh, you look so cute when you’re scared.”

“Answer the damn question! Are you safe or not?” you whine, grabbing the back of your head. “Of course I am! I came prepared, mind you. Besides…” She scoops a handful of your mixed juices, licking her palm clean with some ridiculous theatrics that makes your breath hitch. “ …we’re not done yet, no way.”

The crashing waves in your mind freeze into an iceberg upon hearing her, your face contorting in disbelief. “W–What do you mean, we’re not done?” you pant, clutching the hem of your shirt. “Like, with…with the…” Your inquiry trails off, but Xinyu understands, her smirk widening to a grin. 

“This…this part is your fault, you know?” She gets back on her feet and starts walking towards you. Even with some wobbles in her step, her nearing presence sends that familiar shiver up your spine, backing away from her haphazardly.

“My…fault? I don’t unders—” You back into the couch and fall into it, your legs still partly drained of their strength. Before you can fully recover from the compromising position, Xinyu closes the distance and straddles you, pinning you down. Her hands go to your chest, undoing your buttons. “You…could’ve just—played along and got your rocks off, pump and dump—” She slaps away your hands that try to stop her. “—like everyone else. But no.”

Your shirt is swatted open, baring your sweat soaked chest to the cold air. “You decided to go extra and drive me up the wall,” she sighs, bending down and planting her tongue on your belly, causing you to buck and whimper as she licks a slow trail up your torso. Her fingers map the lands and grooves of your chest, dragging her nose everywhere else to inhale your musk. Every contact is prickling, blowing fuses all over your network. “B–B–But…” you attempt to murmur a retort. “That’s because—ahhh, y–you did it to me first…”

Xinyu breathes out a short chuckle, tilting her head. “Did I? Maybe I did go a little bit extra. Still…” She pecks one of your nipples, eliciting a high-pitched yelp from you. “No one’d reciprocated as hard as you did. So I’m returning the favor.” The other nipple gets its share, with a silent jolt this time. “I’m gonna use you up while you’re here.” And that she does, leaving no surface of your skin untouched for the next several minutes. Her fingers twist, pull, pinch at your nipples, sending shockwaves of erratically different frequencies that wreck you every time. 

She grinds her swollen womanhood all over your pelvis and abs, leaving a silky trail of her arousal. Her ass rubs against your cock at the same time, raising it back up to an aching hardness. Your brain’s already turning to mush by the time she finishes printing herself onto your skin, and even that’s only because she’s begun to leak profusely again. 

“Zhou Xinyu…please, I–I can’t…it’s too much,” you wheeze, your eyes hazy from the stimulation. “No! Not yet! You’re gonna make me cum again, I’ll make sure of it.” She hovers above to line you up with her folds. Your arms push weakly against her thighs in a futile attempt at resistance, and she sinks down. A broken cry is squirmed out of you as Xinyu bottoms out, the woman sighing a soft moan. “X–Xinyu, please! I’m still sensitive! Fuckkk…”

“All the better then,” she growls, sliding up and slamming back down, your knees jerking up into her back. “Feel me. Feel all of me. Fucking—take it!” She sets an agonising, ruthless pace as she rides, fucking herself on you with no regard for your pleasure, only greedy for her own. Your sharp moans are stretched thin into broken cries, your eyes watering from the pain. “Fuck…please…hurts—”

“Good! Feel it! You fucking bastard!” Xinyu’s grunts become downright primal, your arms having no energy left to defend as she pins them to above you. “You acted so high and mighty—fuck! Then…then edged me like crazy? Made me cum like a wreck?! Take this!” Your cries are raised so loud they become silent, your mouth locked ajar much like hers was. “You should—urgghh! Consider this a fucking—favor! Ahhh!” 

At some point, your circuits are so fucked that the pain melds into a degrading pleasure, feeling as if you’re ascending into a different plain of consciousness. One you’re narrowly holding onto as Xinyu’s rhythm becomes erratic and desperate, chasing her climax. 

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’m c–cumming! Cumming! Fucking take this! Take—” She shatters with a guttural scream, almost imploding in on herself as she shakes more violently than you are. Her hands moved down to your neck somewhere along the way, not quite restricting your airway but enough to employ a literal and figurative chokehold. Her pussy convulses around you with a monstrous grip, a torrential flood gushing out of her and pooling on your stomach.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you see stars as you follow right after. Your cries briefly find their voice through a hoarse groan, then fall silent again; only intermittent jerks declaring your white hot undoing. Your third release is comparatively anemic to the previous two, but what little you spurt out does so with a searing sensation, waltzing on the border between immense pain and pleasure.

Xinyu slumps down onto you as the last of her high passes, by then your body is already jelly. “Fuuuck…holy shit,” she pants, cupping your tear streaked cheeks. “Are you okay? You still there?”

You acknowledge with a breathy whimper, hardly any energy left to nod. She breathes a soft chuckle, gently wiping away your drying tears, most of it just sweat at this point. “Sorry, you were too good…I got carried away there.” She plants a soft kiss on your temple before pushing herself back up, a feat easier said than done. With a satisfied hum, she pulls off, your manhood slumping down and away as it exits, lathered by the cum cocktail dripping out of her slit. 

“Gosh, I knew we made the right choice to bring you over here instead. Daddy man wouldn’t be able to do as well, would he?” Her statement sparks intrigue within you, enough to reboot your cognition. 

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“Instead? What do you…are you saying—you’ve always had me in mind? What?” you scrutinise her, and for the first time Xinyu looks to be caught off-guard. Her eyelids flutter over her widened eyes, her jaw dropping ever so slightly before she recovers.

“Ah. That’s…not, well…” Her expression loosens. “Shit. All this fun got me loose-lipped. Damn you,” she scoffs, climbing off. You’re only puzzled even further, pushing hard to sit up against the backrest. “Xinyu? What’s going on here? What else do you have up your sleeve?”

Xinyu’s steps are a bit wobbly as she walks across the room, towards the bookcase adjacent to her desk. Reaching into the top row, she pulls out a black hardcover book, the thickest one of the bunch. You raise a brow at its appearance, then tense up as she opens it. The cover swings out to reveal a hollowed out shell resembling a book, and nestled within is a black cuboid object. 

Exactly what that object is becomes clear when she pulls it out of the little harness it's in, and it makes your heart drop. “Is–is that…a camera?” With a sly giggle, she turns one side to face you, a small lens staring back. And in the upper corner, a little red light blinks steadily.

“That’s…was it—did it…record…all that?” you shakily question, your finger pointing between Xinyu and the desk. “Mhm! Captured it all in 4K. Really crisp, this thing,” she replies, smiling proudly at the action camera. 

“What’d you do that for? And what does that have to do with my question?”

“Oh, it has everything to do with it, sweetheart.” She puts the camera back in the fake book, waving it around in her hand. “What’ll happen if, say…this gets sent over to every single email in your company? Or worse…” She does a performative gasp, putting a hand in front of her mouth. “Your dear daddy? What would he think of you? His baby boy, pounding the lights out of the corporate bitch?” 

“You fucking—” Every curve of her sweetened tone, her patronising gaze, and that mocking pout of hers. They strike all of the right nerves, your energy returning as a blazing anger. “Don’t you dare fuck with my father. That fucking video—”

“I wasn’t hoping to,” Xinyu cuts you off without care. “You’re a lot cuter, and now I’m pretty damn certain…” She bites a finger and rubs her thighs together, letting out a sultry moan. “...the old man can’t make me feel good like you can,” she purrs.

“Gosh, you frickin’—” You push your hands against the back of your head, letting out a strained groan. “I’ll bring you to court if you use that video for anything nasty!”

Xinyu’s smirk only grows wider. “Do you really think that’s how this works?”

“Yeah! You…you fucking coerced me into this! Locked me in this room, pounced on me—heck, wearing that poor excuse of an outfit!”

“Hmm, lot of bark for someone without the teeth,” she retorts, brandishing the book. “Need I remind you who’s in full possession of this videotape? One with the power to…correct things?”

Your defense falters ever so more, but you stay defiant. “You…you’re gonna doctor the footage, huh? Make me look like the bad guy? Well, that’s not the truth! Classic fucking blackmail—”

“The truth! Is whatever we make it out to be, sweetheart. Come on, you’re not that dense, are you?” She pouts again, slowly sinking onto the seat opposite of you. “We can spin all kinds of stories, you know? Pretty creative minds Vulpes has,” she chuckles.

“I could even say, personally…*gasp* that you molested me! Wanted to bend me to your will, used my body, ravaged me,” she coos, displaying textbook puppy dog eyes. “Whose words do you think they’d believe, yours or mine?”

You scoff loudly in disbelief. “Gosh, you are truly wicked. Well, the law has due process, Miss Zhou. You won’t make things so just by saying it! The evidence—”

“Due process, really. You wanna talk evidence? Well, what’s more incriminating than pounding me on my desk, cursing at me, asking me to beg for it? Hm? You think that’ll work in your favor?”

Your breath catches in your throat, your face dropping cold like a stone as you bury it into your palms. “Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cry out into your hands. Why did you do that? You horny motherfucker—look where that’s gotten you into! Bastard!

“Oh, and before you entertain getting some reporters on your side…” Xinyu looks around and puts her hand near her mouth, as if to whisper a secret. “I suggest you do your homework about where the cash is flowing from.”

“N–No…this is—this is so wrong…” Your eyes begin to water again, the waves of defeat lapping at your sinking ship with fervour. “I came here to fight for our future, not fucking decimate it forever!”

“You still can.” Xinyu fixes her hair somewhat, tucking them behind both ears. She leans towards the table, sliding the contract towards you an inch. “You know what to do, dear.”

You squint at the document through your hazy vision. A dim ember of resolve expels the last of its heat at you in a desperate hope that it’ll reignite the fuel to your flames, before the disheveled kindlings all but burn out. “I–I can’t sign that…” you sob, shaking your head weakly. “I have to…I have to uphold my principles and—and fulfill my duties.”

“And fulfill them you shall! That’s exactly what your signature will do. Those same ‘principles’ you mention are just…getting in the way!” She sighs in genuine concern, standing up and walking towards you, coming to a gentle stop right near your side. Xinyu’s aura is precarious; something of a comforting cradle, but one that could springlock shut and crush you if you touch the wrong parts.

“It’s…I—”

“Shhhh…” She lays a hand on the corner of your mouth, turning your head up to face her with a mystifying delicacy. Her thumb circles your cheek, brushing away your tears as she looks deeply into your eyes. “You can’t fight this. Not anymore. It’ll cost you everything you have, everything you know—everything about you…and more.”

That ember inside you dies with a trembling sob; what kindlings you had left not so much as catching, let alone ignite. “Trust me, I know. I’ve made it happen many times before,” Xinyu coos, slowly lowering herself to sit across your lap. “And we don’t want that. They don’t want that. I don’t want that. Do you?”

With your heart heavy; mutilated by humiliation and regret, you finally, fully submit to defeat, shaking your head. “There we go. I knew you’d make the right choice.” She leans into a kiss, gentle at first but hardening towards the end, a reminder of the power she has over you. Your sobs resume a bit louder, the daunting weight of consequences clouding your vision. 

“Dad…oh, my poor father, I’m so sorry…so sorry…”

“Hey, hey, there there now, don’t feel bad. You’re not a bad person! Simply doing the only right thing to do, hm? He just lost his brakes, I’m sure he’ll recover and understand,” she chuckles lightly, wiping away more of your tears. Your teetering breath catches in your throat at a particular phrase, your eyes widening at her.

“How do you know about the brake failure? That’s not public—information…oh my God.” The crashing weight of another revelation catches on your heart and drags away a chunk. “You guys were behind the accident.”

Xinyu’s little smile stretches, looking as if she committed mere mischief. “Well, we had to get you over here somehow. And it’s all gonna work out for the better! Think about it, our discussion wouldn’t have been as fun.” She lightly tucks away the hair stuck to your face. “The old man would’ve doomed the company like you almost did, and…” She leans in next to your ear and whispers, “...he couldn’t have fucked me as good as you did.”

Xinyu’s giggle as she leans back sounds murderous despite its inherently gleeful ring; icing the blood down your spine and sending it rushing somewhere else. “We should—ooh! What’s that I feel?” she chuckles, looking down. You feel it as well; your dick is hardening under her thighs, poking into them. “Mmm, excited for another round?”

You grimace and whine, cursing yourself internally. God fucking—what’s with this damn libido of mine? You’re getting hard from that? Now? What the fuck is wrong with you?!

“Well, as much as I’d like that…” She pecks you in the cheek, a pool of embarrassment oozing from the spot. “We both have a company to run, unfortunately. Some other time, hm?”

Xinyu dismounts you, glancing down at your manhood and giving it a light slap that makes you jerk. “Hehe, cute. Gosh, it is really fucking cold!” She goes to her desk, the sounds of drawers being opened and closed becoming its main soundtrack. 

You’re staring blankly at the contract on the table, contemplating the future you’ve doomed yourself to meet. Your hand reaches out to grab the provided pen, still trembling from the emotional rollercoaster you were put through. Holding back another stream of tears, you jot down the hardest signature you’ve ever had to provide, the pen clattering away right after the last stroke.

You throw yourself back onto the couch, grabbing your hair as you scowl at the sorry state you’re in; half naked, drained, drenched in sweat, tears, and cum. Humiliated.

“Oh, you’ve signed it? Nice job!” Xinyu exclaims, having returned with a fresh change of clothes. A new shirt and velvet blazer wraps her towering frame, radiating even more opulence than she already did. Done away is the poor excuse of a skirt she had earlier, a pair of sleek pants taking its place. Together they highlight her breathtaking proportions, this time in a far more professional manner. Her hair and makeup are yet to be fixed, though, still standing witness to earlier’s depravities. 

She takes the document, looking over and wincing at it. “Oh, this—the paper’s got splatters of…well, us on it. Probably me, mostly. Whoops!” she snickers, flipping the paper around. “No, this won’t work. I’ll have a new one printed. In the meantime…” She peers over at you, huffing through her nose and smiling. “You can clean yourself up! You need to go back looking like a businessman, don’t you?”

Well, on that you unequivocally agree with her. You stand up, stumbling towards a little table near her desk with a box of tissues. As you wipe away the mess on yourself, Xinyu returns to her desk, waking her PC back up. “You know what? Since it’s getting reprinted anyways, I’m gonna revise and throw in a few more clauses. Ones that’ll provide some…personal bonuses for you and daddy dearest,” she states proudly.

“No…you don’t…no need for all that. Just give me the damn contract and get this over wi—”

“Mmm-mmm, I insist. I’m being super nice here because I actually kinda like you! Don’t refuse it, okay?” Xinyu’s asking so sweetly you might be able to forget she could decimate you with a few taps of her fingers. “Fine,” you curtly utter and carry on with cleanup.

“Yay! That’s great! Just sit down and relax, have some more tea! I’ll have it delivered here in a few.”

You comply in silence, going back to the couch and picking up your clothes along the way. If nothing else, it’s a reprise from Xinyu’s nauseatingly bright energy. Now dressed back up and presentable, you sit down with a groan, the ache of your earlier endeavour beginning to set in. 

Your eyes drift to Xinyu tapping away at her keyboard, then to the teapot on the table. You reach for said teapot and pour yourself a cup, filling it to the brim. “So this is how Vulpes won over all those other companies,” you scoff, knocking back the tea like it’s some strong alcohol. “By way of gunboat diplomacy. Fuck me.”

a/n 2 : Below is the cool moodboard that prompted this fic. This was the last completed draft I have. As per the poll, I shall continue the winning draft. Thank you for reading :)

You do recall a particular sentence though, how wouldn’t you? It’s what finally set you off in the first place. “The flies in an Egyptian tomb have more social lives than you do.” To be fair, she isn’t far from the truth, but it’s your sister, so you gotta prove her wrong.

That has proven much easier said than done, however. You’ve been such a hermit for the better part of your adulthood that merely stepping into the doorway felt like a gargantuan commitment. Nobody in the crowd paid any mind to you, everyone in their own preestablished cliques. Your comfort zone actually liked it, but you bothering to be around them at all didn’t click too well with the rest of you. Heck, not even Jiwoo paid much mind, darting off to her circle as soon as you entered the crowd’s perimeter.

Someone from Jiwoo’s circle did eventually find you, necessitating you to break out the rusty—downright corroded—social skills you possess. “Haseul. Jo Haseul,” she introduced herself. From that alone she exuded an air of comfort, care, cosiness. Like a nice blanket that’s just the right temperature. She didn’t force herself onto you, letting you place your presence around her without losing yourself in the process. Perhaps one of the virtues of being some seven years older than you are.

A virtue which is the most likely culprit of why you can’t redraw the exact gradient that led to her blowing you in the emergency stairwell. Only some mentions of her “needing help” with something and finding you cute. Not like you’re entirely opposed to the ongoing events, having stolen not so innocent glances at her for the past two hours. Actually living it out, though? Your perverted imaginations couldn’t even begin to match the real thing.      

“What is it, baby? Hmm?” Haseul whispers, giving a small peck at your tip as she pulls off. “We're gonna...we're gonna get c–caught if you keep doing that!” you wheeze, panting heavily as your heart tries jumping out of your ribs.

Haseul offers a smile in response, the kind that's so warm and caring most times, but also drives you mad in the current situation. She crawls and brings herself above you, almost floating with how smooth and sultry her movement is. 

“Do you like it though? Like it when noona gets you off where she shouldn't be?” she whispers, her breaths hot against your ear, and her fingers even hotter as she guides your achingly hard shaft between her thighs.

You whimper at the sensation, your hip involuntarily bucking towards her. “Noona, please...you're really—”

"Yes or no, baby. Do you like it?"

“I—shit!” Haseul rocks her body ever so slowly, her creamy, meaty thighs obscuring all vestiges of reason as they squeeze and slide against your shaft. “I like it! I fucking love it, noona! It feels so good—mmh!” you rattle breathlessly.

“Ah–ah. Language, baby,” she purrs, slowing to a halt and making you almost whine. “If you wanna feel good, then say good things, understood?”

“G–Got it, noona. I'm sorry.”

“Good boy.” Haseul gently kisses and nibbles your earlobe, then prods her tongue into the ear canal as she moves her body again at a more rapid pace. You utterly fail to stop the shaky moan that leaks out of your mouth, the noise reverberating off of the stairwell along with the moist sounds of Haseul's thighs pumping your length, her own slick beginning to coat the surface.

The sight of this breathtaking woman thighfucking you, letting out small moans between her breaths into your ear, along with the decadence of doing it in public pushes you to the edge. Heat pools and coils in your loins, threatening to burst under her.

“Noona, I'm getting close! I feel—I'm gonna…”

“Not yet, baby. Not without my permission,” Haseul breathes against you, slowing down her movements to a stop. You whine needily at it, almost sobbing. “Noona, I'm so close, just—”

“Mmm–mmm. What did I say? If you wanna feel good…” she pulls away entirely, leaving you a throbbing, leaking mess. “ …say good things. Come on now.”

“Mmm, I wanna...p–please! Please let me cum! Please let me feel good, let me paint your thighs. Please, Haseul noona!” you beg, even putting your trembling hands together.

Haseul laughs softly at your actions, crawling back towards you. “Attaboy. You're so adorable like this.” She separates your hands and puts them on her sides, letting you feel the curves of her body under her jacket. You instinctively grip them, soft and yet firm, making her moan.

“But...I can’t let you cum all over my thighs. It'll be too much of a mess,” she pouts. You were about to protest before she reaches under her skirt and tugs her panties aside, letting her arousal drip free from her sopping wet cunt. “So you're gonna unload inside me instead.”

Your jaws drop and your eyes widen, darting between her face and her pussy. “Noona...you serious?” 

“Uh-huh. Gotta keep it all contained, I'm not wasting a single drop of all that virgin cum,” Haseul states and licks her lip, her voice low and intoxicating as she lines up above you. “You'll do that for me, won't you baby?”

“Y–Yes! Yes! Absolutely!” you nod furiously, your grip on her waist tightening. She hums in delight, then gasps with her mouth agape as she sinks down onto you in one smooth motion.

Haseul's heat and tightness makes you choke on a breath, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Holy fu—uhmmm. Noona! You feel so good! It's so...you're so…” You're at a loss for more words, her walls fluttering around you and almost breaking your spillway open.

“You too, baby. You fill—ahhh. Fill me up so well, so hard…” she moans, wrapping her arms around your neck as she starts rolling her hips, grinding your cock against that spot in her walls that muddies her mind with pleasure.

“Shh...baby, don't be too loud,” Haseul whispers, kissing you to muffle your helpless grunts and moans. “You don't want to actually get caught, now do you?”

“N–No! That...wouldn't be good.” You bite your lips hard to try and stay quiet, but let out a broken scream right after. “Oh God, noona! You feel too good! You're taking me so well!”

Haseul muffles a moan at your words, doing much better at volume control. She puts a hand over your mouth, the other hand anchoring herself on your shoulder. “Relax, baby. It'll make this easier.”

That's a tall order with how tight and moist her walls are around you, but regardless you try your best. She takes her hand off to muffle some of her own moans, with you managing deep breaths that don't sound too suspicious.

“Mmmhh, noona! I can’t...I can't hold on anymore! I'm gonna cum! Please..." you wheeze, your release knocking too hard and fast on your doors even as you relax and Haseul maintains her slow pace. "Please let me cum! Let me cum inside you!”

Haseul puts her hand over your mouth again, her grip on your shoulder tightening. “Do it, baby. Fill me up. Relax and let...mmmh. Let it all out,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering as her orgasm also nears.

No more than three rolls of her hips are needed before you explode, crying out into her palm. Your thick, hot cum gushes into her depths, painting every crevice with your seed in heavy spurts.

Haseul shatters not long after, grunting into your shoulder. Her back is locked in an arch as she shudders above you, her walls clamping and pulsing around your shaft, milking you for everything you have.

You stay conjoined like that for a few minutes, panting into each other as your highs come down. Loud chatter from behind one of the doors to the stairwell does eventually bring you back to reality, pulling off of each other.

Haseul's pussy unsheathes you with a small pop, some of your cum leaking from her slit. She hastily scoops them up and slurps it, sliding her panties back into place to keep the rest inside. 

“I'm not letting any go to waste. I'm gonna go the rest of the day with your cum inside me, you hear?”

“Y–Yeah.” You can’t really offer anything else, what the hell do you say to that?

“And if I run out…” She leans forward and grabs your chin. “You're gonna give me a nice refill when I ask, won't you baby?”

“I...yes! I'm gonna! I'll fill you up anytime, noona!” you state firmly. 

“Good boy. Maybe you’re not as hopeless as Chuu made you out to be,” Haseul hums, giving you a peck on the lips before standing back up, sorting herself out as if nothing happened. 

You somehow gather enough sense to hold her back before she devours you again, extending your arm against her. “Seriously, hon! Really? Here? Right now?” 

Nien swats your arm away, pouting like you denied her a treat, which you arguably just did. “Mmmm, why not, baby? It’s been so long, is it bad that I want you so much?”

Her initially adorable needy whines give way to one of genuine dismay, her expression looking like she's about to cry. You try your best to not submit to her right there, holding fast to what reason you have left.

The past week had been quite hectic for the both of you, your schedules never quite matching up for a myriad of reasons. Today was the first day that aligned, and you both agreed to a simple date, spending the day in plazas and eventually in this quieter mall.

However, all throughout the day, Nien had been especially touchy, going from playful, innocent pokes to downright daring acts like squeezing your ass and even groping you on occasion. You put up with it, not wanting to cause a racket in public.

This department store was an unplanned stop of convenience, as you did actually need new clothes, but Nien had utilized the secluded changing room to finally pounce on you proper, and so you address it front and center.

“Oh, honey, it's not…not that I don't want it, but this is all a bit shocking,” you explain. Nien just hmphs, not looking at you. “Hey honey, look at me?” you coo, reaching out to turn her cheek toward you softly. “Oh, I'm sorry, it's okay,” you take her into a hug, and she lets out the softest sobs into your shoulder.

“What is it, honey? Talk to me,” you say, stroking the small of her back. “It’s been a whole week,” she drawls adorably. “A whole week without you in me, or even on me.”

You chuckle, partly at how cute she is and partly from the heat beginning to radiate through you. “Mmm, so that's what you've been craving?” you ask, pulling away to face her. Nien sniffles and nods, and you wipe her tears. “Y-You haven't been? You haven't wanted me all that time?” 

“Of course I have, honey. It's been driving me crazy,” you chuckle, caressing her cheek. “But…if you've been so hungry for it, we could’ve stayed at home? We didn't have to go out.”

“But I wanted a day out too…” she murmurs, and you full on laugh at how adorable she is. You lean forward to kiss her, much more gentle than she was earlier. Nien kisses you back equally gently, though something tells you she’s holding back in order to do so. 

When you pull apart, her expression reflects your tenderness, having brightened back up significantly. “I think, going forward…” you whisper, rubbing circles on her shoulder. “It would help more if we discuss these things better. Not jump into things too much. What do you think?”

Nien shows what seems like the brightest grin all day, nodding in agreement. “Mm. I think so too.” You let out another breathy chuckle, giving her a quick peck which goes back and forth a few times, making the two of you giggle.

“Soo…how about I try these on real quick, and then we can go home and have a bit more fun?” you nod towards the pile of clothes you picked out. Nien pouts in thought, then meeps. “We were gonna do that anyway. I wanna do something else.”

You tilt your head with a raised brow, leaning back ever so slightly. “Oh? What do you mean by that?” Another grin returns to her face, but this one carries mischief. Nien leans forward slowly, stopping beside your head. “I want us to fuck right here. Carry on with earlier,” she purrs, her voice lowering to a sultry, thrilling tone.

You tense up at her adamant intent, and are about to provide a sensible reply before she gives a slow drag of her tongue; from the base of your neck to the top of your ear, giving the latter a cheeky nibble. Her hot breath fans the slick trail on your head, short circuiting your brain and making you shudder, a small, unabashed moan slipping out of you.

Nien giggles at your reaction, doing the same to the underside of your chin, ending with a sloppy, slobbering kiss that smears the taste of her lips all over yours, intensified with the smouldering arousal she’s summoned. “H–Honey, we…we—mmh. Shouldn’t…we’re in public!” you gasp, trying to hold onto the last bastion of reason.

“Exactly. That makes it a lot more fun, don’t you think?” she giggles, revelling in your trepidation. You bite your lip and shudder again. A part of you knows this is outrageous, but another part is equally curious and excited at the proposition. The hardening strain against your pants certainly supports the latter sentiment, which Nien feels against her thigh. 

“See? Your body knows you want it too, baby. So how about we put that cock to use right here, a little teaser before the bedroom? Hm?” she whispers, putting her hand over your bulge with the lightest of pressures; just enough to make you twitch and hiss under her touch. 

“O–Okay,” you finally submit, nodding fervently. “But…we’ll have to be quick, and…and quiet, alright hon?” Nien smirks in delight, bringing a hand up to knead your right cheek. “Quick and quiet. Gotcha,” she replies, snickering before going in for a proper, deep kiss. Your tongues invade each other’s caverns, dancing a moist, meaty waltz around each other. A burst of flavors occur in your mouths, consisting of Nien’s lipstick and something inherently her. The kiss persists to the limit of your lung capacity and you pull apart, a string of saliva bridging your now swollen lips.

Nien pauses and pants at you for a few, licking her lips. Then, she remembers the urgency and drops to her knees, undoing your belt at a practiced speed and pulls your pants and underwear down in one go. Your erection finally springs free, the tip already moistened with a patch of precum. Nien hums in excitement and wraps her fingers around the base, giving it a few long pumps. Her cold hands punch out a gasp from you, and you clench your jaws to keep as quiet as possible for the ensuing chain of events.

Nien licks up the precum on your tip, a few more emerging from her touch, and then takes you in with a single, smooth motion. The heat of her mouth is a thermal shock against her fingers, drawing out a shaky moan you mostly failed to suppress. Your free hand flies up to cover your mouth, the other resting on her head. She only pauses briefly to relax her throat, then engulfs you as far as she can possibly go, humming a moan around your shaft. You have to shut your eyes and contract every phalange you have; all twenty fingers and toes in order to hold on without making a sound.

Nien gets going at your cock, alternating between slower, deeper thrusts and shallower, faster ones, tuned in perfectly to your loins from her experience with you. Your eyes stay shut and your body stays tense for the first minute or so before you can force yourself to relax and witness her handiwork. You thought the more even distribution of sensory load might help, but no. The sight of her going to town on your dick makes it very difficult to hold on, not helped by the filthy noises and small moans she’s making. Her tongue springs into action at some point, swirling around your tip and shaft as she gobbles you up, oodles of spit oozing out between the seal of her lips.

You divert your eyes to your surroundings, landing on the full body mirror in the changing room. The whole scene reflects back at you, your statures in full display. This gives you an idea, one you’re struggling to ponder on with your climax ever nearing. Your muffled gasps and hisses become louder, which signals Nien to speed up, bringing you closer and closer to release. “Oh my—fuck…Nien! Honey! I’m gonna—” you groan into your hand, the one on her head grasping a handful of her pink hair to brace for your imminent explosion.

However, right as you’re mere seconds away from orgasm, Nien slows down to a halt. You fail to muffle a disappointed whimper, both of your hands now on her head. “Mmmh! Why…why did you stooop?” you wheeze, your soured face drenched in sweat. She doesn’t respond, giving an adequate pause before pulling off to ensure she won’t burst your dams along the way.

“Cause…I…” Nien pants, catching a much needed breath. “Want…your cum…in my pussy. All of it! Every…single drop.” You chuckle and cough at her explanation, catching your breath also. As soon as you recover some energy, you pull her up and plant a quick peck before swapping positions, pushing her up against the wall. Nien yelps giddily at your actions, turning her head around to look at you, but makes a confused hum upon finding you looking elsewhere.

“Look at the mirror. Look at us,” you command, and she complies. You both stare at the scene for a few before you start exploring her body with your hands, giving a squeeze at her tits which makes her whine. “So that’s what this skimpy ass outfit is about, huh? Wanted me to fuck you silly in public?” you growl, returning the ear nibbles from earlier and making her shudder.

Although outfits with lots of skin showing is nothing new to either of you, being in a warm, humid country, the one Nien’s wearing today is especially exposing. The white tank top which hugs her torso, leaving little to imagination and giving plenty of access to glance at her cleavage. And that damn flannel skirt, providing a flawless view of her mouthwatering, toned thighs. You wanted to question it from the first sight, but brushed it to the corner of your mind. Now it all makes sense.

Your hand hikes up the back of her skirt, exposing just enough of her ass to land a short, but firm smack which makes her giggle. “Babe, what happened to—eek! To quick and—mmh! Quiet?” she mewls with every subsequent slap. 

“Keep your eyes on the mirror. Did I say you could look back?” you purred, not averting your eyes from the reflective surface. Nien giggles and obliges, not used to yourself taking control. Her grin seals shut as you rub your tip against her, feeling the damp heat between her legs. “So wet, so needy. This all for me?”

“Mhm,” she nods, then yelps as you spank her again. “Answer me properly, honey,” you growl, pulling off of her, making her pout. “Yes, baby! All for you,” she answers breathlessly. You move your hands up to grope her breasts, drawing out a quiet squeak. “Then why the outfit, hm? Wanted to show off to everyone? How much of a slut you are for me?” you ask, grinding against Nien again, pushing out a shaky whimper from her. 

“Y–Yes! I’m…I’m a slut for you,”

“Say again?”

“I’m…fuck! I’m your slut! I’m a slut for you! Only you! For your dick! Fuck, I want it in me so bad…” she groans frustratedly.

You can’t help but smirk at her desperate neediness, rewarding Nien with a brand on her neck, sending her senses haywire. “Good girl,” you purr, reaching inside her skirt to pull her panties down to her ankles. “Keep it all on. Gotta be quick, hm?” 

“R–Right. Please, please, put it in me already…” she wheezes, arching her back out in search of your cock. You slide it all against her drenched folds, getting it nice and lubed up. Nien huffs out a held breath and nudges her ass back, but you don’t go in yet. “Tell me again. Who are you?” you whisper, making her whine again, the neediest sounding one so far. 

“Baby, please…”

“Wrong answer.” You growl, pulling back a few centimeters off of her.

“Mmmh! I’m all yours! I’m your slut! I’m your—”

Nien’s desperate pleas are finally answered as you slide into her in one smooth motion, cutting her off with a choked gasp. You hum and grit your teeth as you feel her velvety pussy reacquaint itself with your cock, enveloping it with a slick, yet immeasurably tight heat. 

“Nngh! Fuck! So goo—ahh! Finally!” Nien moans, her eyes fluttering and cringing from the burst of sensations. “Now, for the quiet part, that’s…your responsibility now, honey. Shit!” you hiss, barely keeping quiet yourself. With her acknowledging nod, you begin moving. Due to the nature of the venue, you’re consigned to slower, deeper thrusts in order to avoid the loud plaps of skin against skin.

Neither of you could be bothered any less, though. The slower pace means you have more leeway to fine tune your approach, finding the spots that make her twitch and buck against you, affirmed further by louder moans that slip past her clenched jaws.

Quiet as you attempt to remain, any staff or passerby could surely hear the filth occurring inside that changing room. However, it is smack dab in the middle of working hours anyway, so the store is relatively empty, and what staff there are probably aren’t paid enough to intervene, so you get a tad more daring.

One of your hands goes under her skirt, rubbing her sensitive nub from the front. The addition throws her head back, her sharp cry barely converted to several gasps. “Honey. Mirror,” you pant behind her. Nien bites her lip as hard as she can to bring her head back down, returning her gaze to the mirror with your fingers’ onslaught not ceasing.

“Mmmh…so good…baby…nngghh…good…keep—fuck!” she wheezes in between huffs, her praises going straight to your head, exactly which one you’re unsure of. Nien’s lustful vocalisations continue, but her volume control stays quite consistent. Yours, on the other hand, is steadily waning, your huffs and hisses giving way to a few moans in between.

“Baby…can’t hold—mmmh! Gonna…come…can’t—nnghh…fuck!” Nien rasps after a few, her eyes beginning to water with how hard she’s trying to keep quiet. You’re having an equally hard time keeping yourself from just ramping up your thrusts, but you manage by going harder with your fingers. “Look…at us. Look at us when you come. I want you to see…everything,” you grit, your other hand sliding into her mouth so she can bite down on it. The deployed fingers on her pussy press down even harder, now doubling as an anchor as your climax also nears.

“Let it go, honey. Come…come for me. Let go, shit!” you wheeze, and Nien absolutely shatters. The sound she makes is a decadent, pleasure-stricken facsimile of a harrowing sob, definitely audible from the outside even with her teeth gnawing into your hand muffle. Her entire body locks and unlocks in alternating, rapid successions, her nectar gushing free with a clear squirt all around your fingers and your cock.

The incredible full display of your girlfriend coming undone, along with the pulsing, clamping action of her orgasm sets off your own. Your vision flashes white and your hips makes a single, tangible snap forward as you spill inside her, shooting deluge after deluge of your pent-up seed into her womb, painting her insides white. You groan into her neck as her hungry cunt keeps pulsing and milking you for more, beckoning you to do a few more thrusts into her.

What strength you two had in your legs finally goes, slowly collapsing to the floor with your sexes still joined together. Several minutes pass with nothing but huffs, puffs, and her little hiccups resonating inside the room, along with the distant ambience of department store music.

“Honey…that was…you okay?” you ask, spooned behind her. “Mhmm…hehehe! Good—fine! Very good!” Nien replies with giggles akin to those of intoxication. One could argue that she’s drunk on pleasure, after all.

You giggle along in turn, turning her head to give her tender, but sloppy kisses. Though you can’t see it at all right now, the sensation and the squelch that’s made as you pull out are unmistakable signs of an absolute mess of bodily fluids between your respective legs, hers especially.

“Shit, that’s definitely gonna be visible. Did you bring tissues?”

“Mhm. In…in my bag,” she drawls, still coming down from the ecstasy. You stand up first, fetching the tissues and flipping Nien onto her back, spreading her legs to clean up the mess you made. “Holy fuck, there’s so much down here.”

“And whose fault is that?” she quips, her usual wits returning. “Uh, says the instigator,” you retort, making both of you chuckle. As you finish up around her pussy, the swollen, throbbing folds start making you hard again.

“You’re staring,” she snaps you out of it. “And getting hard again?”

Your mind returns to the earth, swallowing the pool of saliva you didn’t know had formed. “Well…I can’t help it. My girlfriend’s pussy looks too good and delicious.”

“Tsch.” Nien peers over at the pile of clothes you picked out, having been relegated to a background element. “Then wrap up and check out…” she slides her panties back on, closing her legs. “So you can enjoy the full course back home.”

You let out what is best described as a primal giggle as you gather up the tissues and rise to your feet. “I, well…uh…I shall expedite my selection process, then.”

Nien laughs at your eagerness, pushing herself up and wobbling slightly before finding her footing. She reaches into her bag for a folded plastic bag, tossing it towards you. 

“You really thought of everything, huh. My smart sweetheart,” you compliment as you put the tissues in the bag. Nien blushes and squeals, somehow that’s the thing to make her do so after all that action. As she does, she looks at her reflection in the mirror, fixing up her hair and tidying up her face.

“Actually, babe?”

“Hm?”

“We could make another stop before home,” she smirks, inviting your curiosity. “Really? Why? What is it?”

Nien simply points at the mirror, then looks at you. “That…was pretty damn hot. I wanna try it at home too.”