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"It probably should be in a higher register," you comment blandly. "It feels out of place."

"Hey!" Yuri is shooting you daggers. "She did well enough. Her falsetto is amazing." She gives you a mock stern look then and waggles a finger. "We can re-record this part, Isa, we have all the time in the world."

Isa looks stressed, yet she's trying very hard to keep that same sweet, saccharine persona, even though her quivering lip gives away her annoyance. "Could I maybe try—"

"Coffee break!" Yuri interrupts in exclamation, jumping off her stool. Yuri points a finger at both you and Isa. "Let's go! You and you."

She skips out of the booth, leaving you and the disgruntled Isa following suit. Your walk to the coffee shop next door is an awkward one. Yuri skips ahead in her positively excited manner as if she had not a care in the world. While Isa, a girl you've spoken to a handful of times, walks silently by your side. She has her arms wrapped protectively around herself, and her bobbed hair bounces a little with each step, it's rather adorable.

Yuri stops you at the door.

"You have my card right? Three of my usual, okay?"

"Sure thing, boss," you say with a wry smile, she hates when you call her that.

The two girls sit in a booth and by the time you have queued, ordered, paid and collected, they're embroiled in conversation. You take a seat at Yuri's side after putting the drinks in the middle of the table.

"So your company isn't paying for any of this?" Isa asks.

"Nope, they're doing the marketing and stuff, but the production is self-funded. I can do it better myself." Yuri pauses to look at you expectantly. You place a coffee in front of her, which she sips before continuing. "Oh, Isa, I ordered my favourite for us all, a salted caramel mocha!"

"One of my favourites." Isa smiles for the first time in almost an hour. It suits her, making her eyes glimmer like emeralds.

"I knew it! We have similar tastes in everything, me and you." Yuri lays a hand on Isa's arm in such an overfamiliar way that you worry about the consequences, though Isa doesn't seem too concerned about your boss's usual forward manner, rather she appears charmed by it.

"So how do you afford it all? Does the solo stuff pay that well?"

"Um, not really." Yuri gives you a quick side-eye. "I actually use my... other income to fund my music."

"Oh?" Isa quirks her head to the side adorably.

Careful Yuri. This probably isn't the time, the place or the person for this. Though you have to blindly trust Yuri here, interrupting could just cause more questions. The only real option you have is to just wait and see where she takes this.

"Yep," Yuri states plainly and clearly. "My assistant here actually runs it all, he knows more about it than me." Yuri smiles the sweetest of smiles at you, hiding that mischievous feeling inside.

"Oh really? What do you do?" Isa asks.

You raise a brow at her, wordlessly letting Yuri know that you're not on board with the direction she has taken. Yuri, in turn, throws you those wide eyes of hers that tell you in no uncertain terms 'Just roll with it!' and you're powerless to do anything else.

Isa prods at the silence with a renewed question, "Isn't it some kind of social media thing?"

Yuri laughs quietly into her hand.

"Uh, well, kinda," you hesitate. "The money comes from donations, monthly subscriptions, that kind of thing. And we make most of it through creating and posting content."

"Ohh..." A gentle hmmm fills the booth as Isa looks from you to Yuri and then back to you again. "Okay..."

"Show her," Yuri prods you.

"Should we really—"

"What if I sign up?" Isa offers.

"You want to sign up?" Yuri laughs in surprise.

"Mm... You think I should or not?" Isa asks.

"Depends what you're into," Yuri teases. All the while you have been reluctantly pulling up Yuri's page on your phone, you shoot a cautious glance to your boss but she pays no heed and just motions with a hand for you to slide your phone to Isa. You do, hesitantly. Isa studies it, her eyes roving about the page while she drinks from her drink. Yuri's tongue runs along her lower lip, waiting for any response, or just the right moment to continue pushing, you can't quite tell.

"Are those your...?"

"Legs."

"And is that your...?

"Ass."

It's just the homepage, with the completely anonymous name that in no way ties back to the girl at your side, and the banner, a picture from the waist down of a naked Yuri posing by a window. The lighting was warm and the shadows alluring. A filter casts a rosy shade on the entire thing.

"How long have you been doing this? Do many people subscribe?" Isa hands the phone back over to you.

"A year and a half now, and yes," Yuri preens and continues to add a note of superiority, "Plenty of people do, Isa."

"Wait. So this is anonymous, right? Who knows about this?"

"No one outside of this booth," you tell her, with a hint of authority, to warn her of sharing it beyond this circle of trust that Yuri has created.

"The fans don't know it's me," Yuri adds, "they think that I'm just some girl. So, Isa, still want to subscribe?" Yuri jokes, now that the other girl knows what she inadvertently agreed to.

"Well, I would like to see what's on there." A sudden panic sets on her face. "Not to be weird or anything! Just... curiosity."

"That's cute," Yuri giggles. "We should really go back to the studio now."

"One last thing," Isa halts Yuri. "Is it fun? Why do you do it?"

Yuri thinks a little about her answer, she clearly understands the gravity of what she's saying to the unsuspecting idol here, she doesn't want to get carried away or come off the wrong way.

"It is fun. It's empowering, it's exciting, it's an amazing feeling to be desired by thousands of people. Some might call it narcissism, and honestly, I see why, and maybe it's that, I don't know. I don't believe so, anyway. It makes me feel sexy and a lot of people like it," Yuri smiles, "Besides, it's not a million miles away from being an idol."

"What?" Isa chokes on her drink.

"Come on. Half the reason we idols exist is for people's romantic or sexual fantasies. That's the reality of it all. And if men and women are going to touch themselves to your fancams Isa, you might as well start making them pay for it. Right?"

Yuri says her piece and then nudges you to let her out of the booth, while Isa sits in some cold contemplation. Nothing Yuri said is news to her, but it's not something she likes to think about. When fans adore you, you never consider all the implications. All Isa can think of now is herself on the internet, in magazines, and being undressed in fans' heads.

"Are you coming Isa?" Yuri asks, snapping her out of her trance.

"Oh, um, of course."

***

Somehow, returning to the studio went even worse than before the drinks, it soon became clear that Isa's head just wasn't in it and the producers grew frustrated. Yuri pulled you aside, saying it was probably time to call it quits for the day and try again next time Isa is free—a message you passed to the recording staff and then the day soon wound down.

"Hey. It happens, she'll come through on the next recording. It's fine," Yuri assured you.

"But wasn't this just a one-day recording?" you reminded her.

"Well, now it's a two-day. You can schedule it, right? Talk to Isa's manager. We have time."

So that's exactly what you've been doing all afternoon, sitting in the corner of an otherwise empty conference room, exchanging e-mails back and forth with Isa's managers. Finally, it became a done deal, she could record the following afternoon. The session went well, much better than before, Isa seemed refreshed and put a lot into the recording. After that it was Yuri's idea to celebrate by eating out, something you wouldn't usually be expected to attend, but when Yuri makes up her mind to things, nothing changes it, so the three of you were booked at an upscale sushi restaurant, tucked away in the more expensive end of the city.

For a while, conversation remained outside of your concern, the two girls shared and compared interests as much as they discussed music and told fun stories of their times in their respective groups. Eventually, it led to Yuri doing what Yuri does best with her guests and put her foot on a figurative pedal and sped straight in the direction of 'confession-ville' by way of 'being forward-town'.

"It was a compliment, Isa. Really, it was."

"Mm. Sure." Isa mumbled.

Yuri sighed, rolling her head from side to side in playful annoyance as she poked the sashimi with her chopsticks. In hindsight, Isa made the right move by rejecting Yuri's praise about her beautiful, 'really, seriously, juicy' ass. Her refusal to accept it or flirt back only led Yuri to be even more blunt.

"People would spend a pretty penny to see that ass. I promise you."

She points a pair of chopsticks and the young star's backside, currently concealed beneath her jeans, you give Yuri a scathing, sideways glance. Isa, for her part, carries a rose tint to her cheeks and tries to hide by sipping water from her wine glass.

"Look Isa, let's call a spade a spade. The entire music industry, at the end of the day, no matter the genre, or who is producing, is based on your pretty face or your cute body, plain and simple. So what's the difference? Eh? What's the difference between wearing next to nothing up on stage while everyone ogles, and doing it for some faceless subscriber paying you money?"

Maybe it wasn't apparent before, but by this point you had it figured out, Yuri has been attempting to sway Isa into joining Yuri's personal brand of fanservice all evening. There was some back and forth, the two girls hammering out details, and then you sensed a shift. Isa has started to believe in what Yuri is selling and is starting to give Yuri a look that says; 'maybe, but I'm still a bit unsure.' Which in Yuri's terms means, 'one good point away from a yes.'

"The question I ask myself, as an idol, is who's really winning there?" Yuri sipped her glass of water while Isa stared on silently. "Because it sure ain't you."

Isa chewed the end of her straw. "So what, I just get naked, do what you do?"

"Yes." Yuri looked on excitedly. "Exactly! Just you, in a private space of your choosing, being exactly what you are. That's the beauty of it, Isa. You're in the driver's seat."

"I wouldn't know where to start," Isa mumbled.

"That's where we come in. Me and him." She hooked an arm around your own, squeezing it tightly. "All the prep, the setup, and little things he does. And I can walk you through the how and when for everything else."

"And how do I know people will even watch?"

"Well, I had an idea about that," Yuri lowered her tone slightly and looked at you from the corner of her eye as she revealed her plan. "We feature you in a few of my videos, then all my fans will want more of you."

Yuri made her move, and Isa's tiny little nods screamed 'yes' as clear as the day. Her face was a picture in thought until she drew her lip in her teeth and you and Yuri awaited her final word on the subject. Silence shrouded the table for what felt like an age when in reality, it must've only been a minute before the soft whispery voice finally said something.

"Okay. Let's say I'm interested. When do we start?"

***

It's three hours later and you're holding a camera with an affixed light and an adjustable tripod at Yuri's apartment, standing by the foot of the bed. As with any great shoot, Yuri spent an incredible amount of time playing dress-up with Isa, the two of them flirting and dancing and gushing at one another before finally you were allowed in the room to set up the shot. Isa's clothes have been swapped out for the shortest of short grey skirts, a white tank top and god-only-knows-what underneath. Isa has been instructed to sit on the bed, those long legs fully outstretched and crossed over, showing an incredible amount of thigh.

Yuri. The skirt is equally short. Bare legs, bare feet, bare stomach. Topless by the door in a little black bra. Leaning on the doorframe with a knowing and cocky smirk.

"Okay, let's roll, I'm going to do some poses, then we get a walking shot, and then I join Isa. You have a great eye for my angles, so I'm sure you'll do the same for Isa." Yuri explains it all, exactly how it's going to go down and all the scenes they're going to shoot. From this teaser all the way to the VIP stuff. Explicit in every detail while Isa's face goes through all manner of pink hues and bright flushes.

"You okay?" you ask her, and she gives a single, certain nod in return, but there's just a hint of nervousness there. You turn to Yuri and start the camera low. "Three, two, one."

Yuri pushes herself against the door frame and flaunts her legs, arching her back and rolling her hips a bit in a teasing little show. You frame everything below the waist as she continues to pose. She kicks out a foot for one of them and hooks a finger under the edge of her skirt for another, but never revealing it all. A few minutes of this and then you back up, for a shot of her strutting across the room. Her skirt bounces a little with each step.

Then once she makes it to the edge of the bed, you focus close on Yuri's hand, and track it to Isa's leg, fingertips gliding in little circles upon her knee before moving further and further up Isa's thigh, disappearing under her skirt. And cut. An introduction is done and then it's right into the next scene.

Yuri climbs onto the bed. Kissing, lots and lots of kissing. Yuri mounted over Isa, that's where you continue to frame them, waist down, leaving viewers wondering about the true act going on as their legs begin to tangle and the occasional hand reaches down to grab a handful of thigh.

Yuri calls a close to that shot and encourages Isa, "You're doing great. Let's go higher now, and keep our hands on each other's bodies. But don't take my bra off yet. Not for a while. Keep teasing." Then there are more kisses, giggling and muffled words, little laughs interspersed within their deep and wanting kisses, Yuri rolls Isa over her and you follow them down to the sheets. Yuri's hands slide up Isa's back, lifting her little white shirt.

Isa sits over Yuri, both of her hands above her head and showing off all of her curves. You stand beside the bed, recording everything from shoulder down, where the two bodies are in motion together and rolling against the bed. Hips grinding and seeking to gain friction, then moving in the opposite direction. Yuri is already panting and squealing in delight as she reaches up to feel Isa's tits.

It makes for one hell of a shot, that's for sure; one of those that drives you a bit crazy too. This girl is going to be a hit. There's no doubt about it.

Cut and onto the next scene. You place the camera by Yuri's head, giving a POV shot of Isa straddling the viewer. Those perky tits pushing against the shirt and those thick thighs crushing over Yuri's hips. Yuri reaches forward and slowly pulls up her white top. Inch by inch and the first sight of smooth flesh coming into view.

Up it goes, exposing the lines of her ribs, the soft mound of her belly, a cute dip between her waist, then as the shirt comes clear of her tits, they fall free. Two delicate little things looking so ready to be grabbed and sucked. The only thing obscuring a perfect shot is Yuri's two hands still playfully pushing and pulling on the small mounds. Isa joins her in caressing her own body for the camera.

She's a fucking natural.

Isa throws her shirt away and then there's the next shot. Off comes Yuri's bra too and they switch positions. Yuri presses herself against Isa and kisses her on the mouth as those hands continue to roam and touch and rub all over, seeking to bring a moan and a sigh. Hands keep roaming as you pan around the girls on the bed. It doesn't take Yuri long to shift her hands lower, groping for Isa's skirt and sliding it up her ass, her fingers grabbing at the bare cheek and gripping it, pulling her hips closer. That's the final show any standard subscriber will see.

"Okay, now we go for the premium stuff girls. Skirts off, lie side-by-side and hold each other. Underwear on for the time being."

"Hey, uh, it's good right?" Isa asks you for approval while she slips her little skirt down her long legs. "I don't look weird?"

"You look great, Isa." It's the truth and nothing but the truth. "Couldn't be hotter. Just enjoy it and follow Yuri's lead."

You take a minute to set up, while the girls get comfortable, taking the extended tripod and fitting it at the end of the bed and angling the camera down at them as they embrace. They rest in each other's arms, touching, and Yuri's leg is hooked over and between Isa's thighs. This shot is a voyeur's dream.

"Okay, Isa, Yuri is going to step it up a notch now, you okay with this? Or we can take a break if—"

"It's okay, I'm ready," Isa interrupts, much to the delight of Yuri.

"Can I be honest with you, Isa?" Yuri whispers low. "I'm like really turned on right now. Your skin feels amazing, your lips... god, your body..." She lets out a groan of approval. "This is actually getting me off."

"Don't..." Isa protests, laughing softly.

"It's true," Yuri breathes, you hear the gasp. "Even without the camera, I would love to do this."

"Why? What would you do to me?"

Yuri starts slow, hands feeling Isa's arms, her shoulders and neck, before sliding over her chest and down the shape of her waist. Your quick response is to hit the record button. Yuri grabs Isa's ass and pulls her roughly against her leg.

"I'd squeeze it like this," Yuri replies, smirking. "Make you feel me against you and do it even harder when I see that beautiful smile. Those gasps and little moans, yeah, they make me a bit crazy, and a whole lot wet."

"Do that again, please," Isa asks.

So Yuri does it. Dragging Isa against her thigh as Isa presses back, rocking their bodies, gasping softly as she does. There's no mistaking it, Isa's just as into this as Yuri is. Her expression is a gorgeous and sexy mixture of surprise and desire. Her lips slightly parted as she grinds herself down on Yuri. The tips of Isa's ears are blushing furiously and you imagine the fire is burning down the rest of her body.

"Feel that?" Yuri whispers. "Just a tiny little scrap of cloth between you and my thigh, I wish it wasn't there." She leans closer, a hair's breadth from pressing her lips to Isa's. "Just me, just you, just... naked flesh on naked flesh, mm?"

"And fingers," Isa mumbles. She closes the space, kissing Yuri with an unexpected ferocity. Tongues are tasted. Bodies are pulled tighter still and they press, skin and breasts, Yuri's leg lifts and Isa presses hard down onto it.

The more the girls entwine their limbs and rub their bodies together, the more intense their expressions become and their breathing grows louder, though they try and hide it, kissing and stealing their moans into each other's mouths. They move faster, Yuri taking control and forcing the motion of Isa's hips.

Yuri throws herself over Isa. Gripping Isa by the wrists and pinning them above her. Isa gives out an uncontrolled moan as her thighs wrap around Yuri's hips and pull her against her own, and she bucks herself against Yuri's lower half. Yuri holds both of her wrists in one hand and then pushes her other hand down between their bodies.

You're quick to set up another angle, to the side, in such a way as to watch as Yuri's hand disappears beneath the fabric of Isa's panties. Isa is loud, oh god is she loud. Her gasping, mewling, groaning cries echo out. This is all so foreign to you. Usually, you're the one over Yuri, digging your fingers into her cunt, whispering for her to cum as she moans in pleasure. But not this time, and boy are you enjoying this.

"Yes, like that." Isa throws her head back, her hair spilling about the pillow. "Deeper, make me... yes!"

And Yuri does, deeper and deeper, that little rhythmic pattern Isa makes with her body, those wild and shuddering movements and gasps—all the things Yuri delights in causing in another—quickens and heightens in power. It doesn't take much longer before you know Isa's there. You've seen something so similar so many times on Yuri's face.

And the sweet release, it comes suddenly, violently even. Isa's wailing, high pitched and whimpering at the end of her screams. You capture everything from the neck down, Yuri's hand buried between Isa's quivering legs, her thighs still quaking and squeezing, her breasts pressed against Yuri as they kiss again, passionate, loving, lustful, full of a million words of satisfaction. Yuri runs her hand up Isa's trembling stomach, pulls a palm over her breast and squeezes.

Yuri and Isa separate at last, lying on the bed and breathing heavily. Yuri licks the cum off her fingers, a rare treat.

"Fuck, Yuri!" Isa pants, but then gives way to a fit of laughter, uncontrollable, adorable laughter.

Yuri props herself on an elbow and looks at her newly found muse with a sense of accomplishment, "Fun, right? And I've been getting messages for so long asking for me to record with another girl. This is perfect."

"That's going to be a hit, you know. That's real fan service," you admit and Yuri shoots you a smouldering glance of lust, or something else equally hungry. She's positively giddy with ideas and creativity for all the future videos these two could shoot.

"If you're going to do this though, Isa, there's one more test. You need to be able to take cock." Yuri is so blunt and Isa's head turns and her eyes lock onto yours, it seems so natural. That little smirk, and that quick flash of her eyes telling you to join her on the bed.

"His?" she asks Yuri, jerking her chin in your direction.

"Of course, who else? He fucks great," Yuri confirms, stretching her foot and lightly stroking the tent forming in your trousers with her toes.

Isa is just ready for anything, without so much as another word, she's slipping her thong down her legs, kicking it off and rolling over to present that great ass. This is Isa's true nature. Yuri sensed it early on, Isa just didn't believe in her ability to show it, not until Yuri put the words in her ear and stroked her inhibitions to reveal the beautiful creature hiding just below the surface.

Yuri has watched you undress many times over the past year, there's not an inch of your body, clothed or bared, that she does not know well and intimately. But she hasn't looked this excited while you do so since this all first began, her lips curve into a subtle, sexy smirk and she looks to Isa, still lying prone on her belly.

Yuri pulls and pokes at Isa's flesh. "Just look at this thing. Can't wait to get it on camera with his hips slapping it, watching it ripple. Your ass is made for being driven into the bed and fucked. Don't you agree?"

"So I'm told," Isa says with a sultry drawl. Yuri gives a nod and with her blessing, you touch the back of Isa's thigh, slip a knee to the mattress, and climb over her. Yuri takes hold of the camera, smiling mischievously as she adjusts it and points it at your groin, hard and aching to drive into Isa's waiting pussy.

You part her thighs just a little, enough to allow yourself entrance, just enough for Yuri to get the most incredible shot. One hand grips your dick at the base. You rub the tip over and between her, feeling the damp warmth as Isa shudders under your touch, and a quiet, pleading whimper escapes her lips.

"Okay. Nice and slow, yeah. She's so wet, trust me, you'll go right in." Yuri instructs.

You follow her lead, guiding the tip and pushing just a little. All of Isa's tension disappears when you slip inside. Warm, wet, wonderful and so satisfying.

Isa drops her head, eyes closed and moaning into the pillow. Her ass presses upwards to meet you in your first, tentative thrust.

"Fuck she's tight," you remark, biting your lip.

"Deeper. All the way. You want to bury it inside her."

In, filling her, your thighs pushing toward the plump and supple flesh of her cheeks. Her wetness tightens around your shaft and she shifts her body, settling down, pushing back until the pair of you meet in one exquisite motion and your crotch rests firmly on her ass.

"Fuck that's good..." You encourage her with a slew of compliments and each one makes her wetter, moans louder, and then a rhythm finds you and it's a beautiful, carnal beat that Yuri captures. Your hips churn, as they bump and push. A fast and strong stroke in a gentle rhythm with the clap of your body following suit.

Isa doesn't say a single word as your bodies connect in the sweetest way, speaking only through the sound of the impact upon the fleshy peach and how Isa's hands grab the pillows and she accepts your every thrust. But the steady flow of her moans fills the room, with cries and deep, low grunts.

"Are you getting this Yuri?"

"It's perfect, but I'm craving a little something too. No. Maybe a lot." Yuri looks on enviously.

"Set the tripod. Get in here." You pat the bed.

"Don't have to ask me twice," Yuri laughs while pulling down her panties and hurling them away.

Now it's just you and two incredibly sexy idols. It's Isa on the bottom, flipped onto her back and it's Yuri kneeling beside Isa's head and drawing a hand over the back of her head, fingers threading the hair, and coaxing Isa to the crux of her body. This will never make the cut, not with Isa's head in the frame, but Yuri's pleasure, her sounds, you will relish seeing later on a screen and storing in memory.

"Is that—?" Isa doesn't manage much beyond that before Yuri's skin meets her mouth and all of a sudden she's down there, lips, tongue, and fingers, taking Yuri to heaven and back.

"That's it! Like that!" Yuri mewls and arches her back, free hand seeking the wall behind her headboard as her entire body locks into position. The thing you can always guarantee about Yuri is how vocal she will be during sex. You've rarely known her to be silent through an orgasm and she chases each one like it's the last. "I need to be fucked. Like right now," Yuri gasps. "You, I need you," she demands, looking directly at you, and that's really not a problem.

"On your back," you command, withdrawing from Isa with a sigh. Yuri pulls from Isa's mouth, leaving her sweet desire on her lips.

Yuri drops to the sheets by Isa's side and spreads her legs. Yuri beckons with her fingers for you to move closer and once you're above her, she guides you right in. Raw. Wet. Tight. You sink into Yuri's velvet cunt like it's home. Familiar and erotic, as if this pussy was tailor-made to please your cock.

It doesn't take much, Isa has barely climbed from the comfort of her submission to look at the two of you, and Yuri is cumming. Eyes tight shut and she locks her heels behind your ass, and she shouts, "Oh shit! Yeah, right there!"

And from then on it's scene after scene, you fuck Yuri in every way you've fucked her before and do the same a second time over with Isa. Three bodies tangled and moving. Yuri cums another six times that evening. Isa reaches four. A standout is when it's her turn to drive her hips down on top of you, her arms thrown behind her head as she rises and falls, her tits jiggling and your fingers driving her. She fell forward, pinning you to the sheets, riding your cock and gasping into your ear with each roll of her ass.

"So close," Isa managed to rasp. You locked your hands on her hips to fuck up into her and Yuri lost her shit.

"Her ass is so fucking hot!" Yuri yells, "Fuck her harder, make her cum!"

And, finally, Isa buried her teeth in your shoulder, a powerful and silent moan rattling from her lips. She shook wildly and her entire body, from her head, right down to her toes, twitched and shuddered uncontrollably as her orgasm crashed into her.

Then she slid away from you with a content sigh, lying breathless at your side, stroking the warm skin of your chest as Yuri replaced Isa.

"We're fucking crazy, you know that, right?" Yuri said with a laugh as you entered her once more. It was a repeat, a complete mirroring of how Isa rode you. Except that as she came you really got to slam Yuri, she loved the fast strokes, and you held her suspended over you, hips snapping into her while she moaned and shouted about how much she loved it.

And then there was the finish, Yuri got it all so perfectly on camera. She clung onto the back of you, holding the camera by your shoulder and placing her head on the other. And she enjoyed it all as much as you did. Isa on all fours, her ass waiting for a load as Yuri and thousands of others watched on. It was, without doubt, the best of all scenes. You hammered her from behind. Sweat dripping. Moans soaring. The crack of her firm flesh over and over.

And then when you couldn't take it anymore, you pulled out and jerked yourself until streams of your cum painted her cheeks and ass. "Wear it proud, honey," Yuri encouraged with her satisfied tone.

Isa does. Smiling, even giggling as it trickles down her flawless cheek. You'll come to enjoy this scene many times over, she's naturally expressive, and so very seductive without ever knowing.

"How was I?" Isa whispers, looking you in the eye.

"Perfect, if this doesn't make you a star then nothing will."

It’s a good thing you’re in Jaesung’s office; the privacy of his room helped calm you down. His office perfectly fits his persona as an HR counselor, with the plants hanging in front of the walls and motivational posters peppered around the room. They make the place a bit more homey, contrasting the mechanical design of your workplace.

“Have you started drawing again?” Jaesung asks.  

You hesitate, tapping on the table a couple times—after a few minutes, you finally cave to Jaesung's stare. “Honestly, not yet. I haven’t fully adjusted to the new flow of things yet. And getting the proper amount of sleep. And—” 

Jaesung interrupts your babbling. “I think you need a vacation,” 

You raise an eyebrow. “Can you really just hand out vacation days like that?”

“Yes they do. Speaking as your best friend and your counselor, you’re pushing yourself too hard. I don’t want you to burn out too early in the game.”

That’s the feeling. Burnout. 

Jaesung hit the nail on the head. This was very unexpected, especially after surviving the busier months of the year. Why now, out of all the times? When your budding architectural career’s starting to stabilize? 

“Okay, point taken. But I don’t think we have time to have a vacation! I don’t even have enough vacation leaves yet!”

Jaesung smiles and shakes his head. He grabs his desk calendar and places it right in front of you—four days are encircled on the calendar, each marked with “long weekend!” scribbled in Jaesung’s chicken-scratch handwriting. “You don’t have to take a leave. Did you really forget about the long weekend?” . 

The timing couldn’t be more impeccable, but what would you do? Where would you go? Staying at home is not an option due to the enormous backlog of paperwork floating about, and going back to Daegu isn’t an option either—it’d be too sudden, and you wouldn’t want to bother your parents this late. Everyone else likely has plans already, so most places would be fully booked.

Jaesung reaches for his wallet, brings out a card, and hands it out to you. “Here, I think you need this more than me. My family friends just opened up something recently. If you call now, they might still have something vacant for you.”

You trace the highly unorthodox name of the establishment written in light blue cursive letters. What interests you at first is that it’s outside the city, making it a relief to escape the stresses of this hectic city. But what really pulls you in is it’s a private hot springs rental house—which would mean even more relaxation awaits you at no expense to your privacy.

You bite your lip, a bit hesitant to take the offer. “Are you sure, Jae? It even has a discount if I show this card. I’m not sure I can take this.”

“It’s really no biggie, just take it! I already have plans with my wife anyways, we’re going back to her place in Busan.” 

“Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

“Come back refreshed.”

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It took some time to find the right bus since you've never passed this part of the station. As you climbed in the minibus, only four seats were occupied. Either it's rare for people to be from there, or this must be a tiny village.

All of this pre-planning and rushing have made you a bit nervous. You've never traveled alone like this, but as you settle down in one of the window seats, it finally sinks in that you're finally getting some rest. It's starting to feel like you're on some cliché soul-searching journey.

A couple minutes later, the bus driver enters. He walks down the aisle while scribbling down on his notepad, doing the final inspection before going back to his seat. 

“Good afternoon everyone, we are set to depart for Yeumteo Village in Andong. Let’s have a safe trip.”

People must be scrambling for the holiday—the bumper-to-bumper traffic in the city was so bad it took an hour to get out. 

Soon enough, the cars cleared out, and the sprawling buildings of Seoul faded away in the background, replaced by spacious green pastures and winding roads that endlessly stretched out. You watch as the dazzling sun slowly sets behind the expansive mountain ranges—it has been ages since you've seen the sunset, so you hope it was a sign of a fresh start.

The slight rocking of the bus and the cold air conditioning were making it hard to stay awake; your eyes were getting heavy.

You lean onto the seat cushion, and your eyes shut…

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A hand shakes your shoulder, coaxing you from your quick nap. 

“Excuse me, sir. We’ve arrived.” 

It’s hard to open your eyes due to the sharp headache. You shake your head to try and get some relief—it doesn't really work, but it does set off a yawning thank you to the bus driver, who just chuckles before he walks away from you. You rub your eyes open before you stretch and let out another yawn.

Your eyes slowly adjust to the dim lighting of the bus. You move the curtain and look outside. You’re surprised to see that the sky is now pitch-dark, the road only illuminated by the surrounding streetlights—it’s probably going to be harder to find your place for the stay. You stand up, grab your things, and thank the driver again as you pass by him. 

Stepping foot onto the road, you're greeted by the cold embrace of the wind, the chirping of the crickets in your ears, and the freshness of petrichor entering your nostrils. 

The directions were straightforward, but it would take a couple minutes to find the place. Walking down the road felt unnerving, only guided by some lampposts, but the symphony of crickets accompanying you was strangely comforting. 

You see a gated traditional Korean house in the distance that fits the description. A sign hangs on the side of the wall, the familiar cursive letters confirming your thoughts.

“‘My Little Springs.’ I guess it’s a cute name,” you say out loud. You take a deep breath before approaching the big wooden door. There seems to be no doorbell, so you use the heavy door knocker, knocking thrice with the metal knob.  

It takes a moment before you hear some shuffling behind the door. A large metal clang is heard, and the door opens up. An elderly woman pops up from behind. 

“Oh, hello! Are you Jaesung’s friend?” Her voice is soothing, reminding you of your own grandmother. 

“Yes, I am. I’m so sorry for being late. The traffic was heavy getting out of the city, ” you apologize while bowing down to her.

“Oh, don’t be. I’m just glad to see you safe and sound. Let me grab your things, sweetie. You must be exhausted.” 

You’re certainly not letting the sweet old lady carry your heavy bags. You quickly snap up from your bow. “Oh it’s no problem, let me! They’re a bit heavy anyways.” 

She smiles, then gestures with her arm. “Well, please come in then. Let’s get you settled down. You can call me Daeun.”

You enter the gate. As you step onto the stone path, your jaw drops at the spectacular design of the place. The majestic fir tree stands tall in the middle of the garden, paper lanterns lining its branches. The ground is filled with rich green grass, contrasting the navy blue finish of the rooftop and the white painting on the walls. 

“We’ve had this place for generations, lucky enough we had the hot springs to help maintain our costs.” 

The two of you enter a long narrow hallway. Daeun opens the first sliding door to your right. “This is your room. I’ll be in the dining area. It’s the last door straight down this hallway. Come by when you're ready.”

You bow and thank Daeun, then enter your room. After removing your shoes, you realize how sore your feet are when your toes curl from the warmth of the heated wooden floor. You release a sigh of relief; it's only starting to sink in that this is the start of your anxiety-free vacation, even if it is just for a few days.

After placing your bags by the entrance, you take in the setup of your room. The wall nearest your bed is adorned with lifelike cherry blossom decor. You trace the realistic branches with your fingers, and to your surprise, it’s handpainted. A small tea table is in the middle of the room with cushions to sit on. The futon looks very enticing to sleep on, its fluffy blanket already calling you to its embrace. 

You’d have loved to lie down if it weren’t for your stomach growling loudly. You’ll just have to fix your things later. For now, it is finally time for some dinner. You exit your room and follow the way down the hallway.

You slide open the door, and you’re greeted by the aroma of freshly grilled fish and a mix of spices. The dining room had a view of the garden, adding to the cozy ambiance of the resort. The wide tea table in the middle is set up with four cushions, but only one tray set was placed. 

“Ah, you’re just in time.” 

You turn your head to see Daeun come out from another sliding door, holding up two trays of food. You walk over to her to grab hold of one of the trays. “Let me help carry mine for you, ma’am.” 

“You’re too kind. Thank you, dearie. And no formalities here, please. Just call me Daeun.”

You help Daeun prepare the table, setting down the plates of grilled mackerel, bowls of kimchi rice, and some assorted pickled vegetables. The two of you settle down at the dining table.  

“Thank you so much for the food!” You pick apart the fish with your chopsticks—the meat falls off effortlessly, some steam rising from the inside. It looks absolutely delicious; you can’t wait to dig in. 

“It’s no problem. I hope you enjoy it.” 

Before digging in, you notice there’s an empty seat beside you. "Is your husband joining us?" 

“Oh, no, he’s already in our room, fast asleep. That’s for my granddaughter. She’ll be coming in a bit late tonight. She’s staying in the room right beside you.

“Now, tell me all about yourself. Jaesung says he’s quite fond of you.” 

You try your best to describe yourself to Daeun. The two of you discuss your love of drawing and how it brought you onto your course as a budding architect in an up-and-coming firm. Daeun listens to you intently. She even reveals small tidbits of Jaesung’s younger self, making you laugh with a story about how she found him in the backyard using her mortar and pestle on flowers to create colors. 

The conversation dies down a bit, allowing you to finish your food. As you swallow the last morsel of your food, a tiny burp escapes your lips. You smile bashfully, bowing in apology for your manners; the food was just too good! 

“You must have been hungry. I’ll take that as a compliment,” Daeun says, who chuckles afterward. 

Suddenly you hear footsteps from the hallway. The sliding doors jitter open, and you feel your heart skip a beat to the cutest girl you’ve ever seen in your life.

This petite angel has graced your eyes with her presence—milky skin, adorable pointy nose, oversized glasses that bring out her wide cat-like eyes. Her cheeks must be the fluffiest things that have ever puffed up. One gaze from this girl could melt even the coldest of hearts. You were a moth drawn to her glow.

The girl approaches Daeun and embraces her tightly. “Hayoung, dearie! I’m so glad you’re finally here.”

Hayoung. What a very adorable name. 

Hayoung then turns to you, slightly shocked at your presence. Hayoung quickly recomposes herself to give you a sheepish smile. “Oh, the guest Jaesung-oppa has told us about! Hello!”

You shake off your initial surprise to form some words. “Hello. You have a lovely place here.” You don’t know why you’re suddenly nervous, the thumping of your heart making it harder to focus. 

“Thank you! We tried our best to set the place up for you. If you need anything else, just tell me,” Hayoung says as she winks at you playfully. Your face develops a tiny blush, reeling from the absolute cuteness of this girl.

“How long will you be here, Oppa?” 

“Three days. I’ll be leaving by Sunday.”

“That soon? I’m staying here for two weeks! Anyways, if you need a guide, I can show you the best spots around here!”

“That sounds fun.” A yawn almost slips out of you, but you stifle it. “I think I’ll head off to bed. Sorry for not waiting for you, Hayoung.” 

“It’s okay! You must be tired from your trip. Here, let me help you up.” 

Hayoung offers her hand to you, and you grasp it. She pulls you up a bit too fast, and you almost stumble into her. Instinctively you grab onto her shoulders and place a foot forward to break your momentum. 

“O-oh, sorry about that.” Hayoung’s fluffy cheeks are dabbed with a light blush. You quickly realize the close proximity and release your hold on her, feeling your own cheeks heat up. 

“N-no problem at all! Um, yeah. I’ll get going. T-thank you for the meal!” You quickly bow to the two of them before exiting the dining room and heading straight into your room. 

As you close the screen door, you mentally scream at yourself. Hayoung looked so pretty up close as she looked up with those eyes. She had a hint of blueberry perfume on her too. 

Why did you have to be so awkward? 

Wait, you just met her, don’t think these thoughts. 

You slap your cheeks. Hopefully, it won’t be awkward with Hayoung tomorrow when you see her again. 

After calming down, you arrange your belongings from your bag into the cabinets. You take a quick shower and settle down on your bed. 

Your thoughts revolve around the prospect of four days here—hopefully it can bring you back up to speed. The warm blanket weighs down on your body, encouraging you to sleep and just let go of your worries. As your head touches the pillow, you are pulled into dreamland.

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Your eyes jolt open at the blaring sound of your cell phone alarm. You were so excited that you forgot to turn it off for the holidays. One tap on the screen silences the annoying disturbance to your sleep. Checking your alarm, you see it is still set to six a.m. It's been a while since you have slept for nine hours straight, but you still feel slightly tired. 

Knowing that you can’t fall asleep again, you decide to start the day by freshening up. After changing into comfortable shorts and a tank top, you head outside. 

The chilly morning breeze awakens your senses further. With the sun starting to rise, you have a better view of the stunning resort; the colors of the surroundings around you are saturated in the rays of light that begin to peek over the walls.

On your way to get breakfast, you notice a lone figure by the tree. At first you simply just pass by and continue on with your day, but eventually your curiosity gets the better of you. 

Moving closer, you realize it's Hayoung in a yoga pose—she is lunging to the side, one arm raised forward while the other pointing at the opposite end. Her eyes are closed, making you hesitate to approach her. 

You decide to slowly walk closer to her so as to avoid startling her—a few steps in, however, she opens her eyes and smiles when she recognizes you. “Good morning, Oppa! Did you sleep well?”

“Morning. Yeah, I—”—a big yawn interrupts your train of thought—“well, I thought I did. Still a bit sleepy, it seems.”

Hayoung giggles at you. “Maybe you just need a warm-up. Have you ever done yoga before?”

“I don’t think I have.” 

“I can teach you! Care to join me?”

As you ponder her offer, you cannot help but ogle at Hayoung now that you are alone with her. Who knew that under that adorable face was a killer body, her sports bra showing off the shape of her sizable bust, tight-fitting joggers holding onto her pleasingly-shaped legs and butt. Her outfit exposed even more of her porcelain skin, making it very enticing to touch. And that smile, that beautiful smile that could wash away a thousand doubts to light up a room, made her even more sublime.

“Are you still with me, sleepyhead?” Hayoung’s singsong voice anchors you back from your daydreaming. She waves her hand in front of you, smiling mischievously and wriggling her eyebrows as if reading your not-so-pure thoughts.

Your cheeks instantly flush red, your neurons scramble overtime for a quick response. “Um, yeah! Sure, why not.” Smooth recovery, you gawking idiot.

“Just follow me then, and I’ll guide you.” Hayoung lays down an extra yoga mat for you in front of her. You remove your shoes and step on the rubber.

“Remember, after copying me, just close your eyes and listen to my voice. Try to also get an overall ‘feel’ of your surroundings.” 

She starts off with a simple pose by raising both arms up, and you follow suit. You close your eyes, and Hayoung instructs you when to breathe in and out. 

Admittedly it feels ridiculous at first, but as time passes, you notice that each breath flows out smoothly, and slowly the heavy haze in your head starts to clear out. 

It feels like an eternity passes before Hayoung tells you to switch poses. 

She has you lunge forward—your thighs slowly loosen up at the much-needed stretch. 

The burning sensation in your thighs is strangely relaxing. 

Then she has you prone on the mat. As you lift up your chest from the ground, you  realize how stiff your back and abdomen were, feeling the burn at body parts you didn’t know you could feel. 

Soon enough, it is as if a big knot slowly unravels. All the tension dissipates, and a feeling of warmth spreads throughout your body.

Hayoung finally ends the session with a simple sitting position, with both your legs crossed in front of you.

The chirping of the birds, the blowing of the wind, the rustling of the leaves—it feels you're finally at peace.

“You can open your eyes now.”

It feels like you’ve taken the best nap of your entire life.

You feel somewhat sweaty, but it surprisingly doesn’t feel uncomfortable—the dampness helps cool down your body. 

A grin forms on your lips as you enjoy your newfound wakefulness. 

“Wow.” It’s the only word you can sum up your feelings with.

“How was it?”

“That was pretty amazing! I feel more energized now.” 

Hayoung beams at the result of your session with her. “Glad I could help. You can join me every morning if you’d like. Now let’s go! It’s breakfast!” 

You quickly check your watch, and you’re shocked to see it’s already seven a.m. Before you could even react, Hayoung pulls you up from the ground and whisks you away to the dining area. 

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After a hearty breakfast, you return to your room to work on your sketchpad. You promised yourself not to bring anything work-related, but you wanted to check if there was any improvement while being on vacation. 

An hour in, you were able to recreate part of the building you worked in, though you think something was lacking. Maybe it’s the depth of the shading, the lack of it—whatever it was, it’s very frustrating. 

A knock on your door gets your attention. 

You slide it open to reveal Hayoung.

Her off-shoulder dress shows more of her porcelain complexion and her slender neck. Although it’s a simple dress, it tapers at her waist and flares out at the hips, enhancing Hayoung’s feminine form—

“Hey, want to go to the village with me? We can have lunch there too!” 

The walk to the village was pleasantly balmy, with groups of nimbus clouds scattered across the clear blue sky, which somewhat matches the busy day down below, with people lined up along the small markets that branched out from the main roads and vendors that barked out to passersby to peruse their freshly-made treats or handmade goodies.

As you walk further in, the more modern entryway eventually turns into something that starts to resemble the inn. Most of the houses here now looked like they were transported from the eighties—you would have stopped to wonder how they preserved the old-fashioned architecture, but ​​Hayoung’s enthusiasm is infectious as you watch her point out the notable landmarks around the area. 

It must look ridiculous, how a tiny girl is hauling you around.

You would have loved a more leisurely pace to take in the scenery, but the energetic girl dragging you by the wrist keeps you from focusing on one thing at a time. It’s a waste, after all, to not lo—   

Hayoung pauses your lightspeed excursion in time for lunch. She leads you to an empty table outside a busy eatery. 

The place is so jam-packed that you are surprised so many people can fit in a small restaurant. You notice the waiter is an elderly woman, the only one waiting at the tables. You are a bit worried for her, but she's managing well by herself as she flies through the rows of tables. She eventually approaches your table. 

“Hanyang! You’re blossoming by the year!” the woman says to Hayoung. 

“Sooyoung! A trip home isn’t complete without your cooking.”

“You bet! Are you going to get the usual order for you and your boyfriend here?” Sooyoung says as she wiggles her eyebrows at you. 

You think you’re already blushing hard, but Hayoung’s round cheeks are redder than beet. Her mouth opens and closes as she tries to formulate words. “Sooyoung!” Hayoung cries out.

Sooyoung chuckles at your reactions. “Look at you two, I’m just joking! Anyways, what are your orders?”

She takes your orders from Hayoung, then returns to the kitchen.

“Sorry about that, Oppa. She’s just teasing,” Hayoung says, giving you the same sheepish smile she flashed during your first night meeting her.  

She quickly changes the subject. “So Oppa, how do you like our little village?” Hayoung leans forward, her palms on her chin, waiting eagerly for your response.

“It’s a good break away from the city. I’m assuming you grew up here?” 

“Yup! It’s been a while since I've come home though. I’ve been busy back in Seoul.”

“Oh, what do you do?”

“Well, as of now, I just got my yoga instructor’s license. I plan to teach yoga on the side while looking for a better job that could help out the resort. 

“How about you, Oppa? Why did you go here?”

You retell your story to Hayoung. It usually takes some effort to express the recent frustrations about your job—especially anything to do with admitting to your artist's block—but with Hayoung, it feels natural just talking to her like this. 

It might be how she attentively nods her head as you vent your frustrations, her eye contact with you, or how she lets you finish your thoughts—it feels like someone is actually listening for the first time.

“Well Oppa, that’s what the resort is for! You’ll get back on your feet in no time,” Hayoung says gleefully. 

There it is again.

You do not know what it is, but something about Hayoung's smile is so enchanting that you are already sure you can never get tired of it. The way her cheeky smile reaches to her ears and makes her eyes squint is very encouraging, like the sun rising in the cerulean sky. 

The lady returns with two plates of steamed chicken drizzled with a brown sauce that smells tangy and spicy. Your mouth waters from anticipation. The two of you say your thanks and start to eat your food in a comfortable silence. A couple bites in, and your tongue is greeted with spicy heaven, the spices dancing on your taste buds.  

It takes a big gulp of your milk tea to quell the spiciness. As the heat on your tongue dissipates, you take a quick break from the eating. 

You watch Hayoung wolf down her food as if she was starved for days, seemingly unaffected by the spice level. Her voracious appetite is impressive in many ways for such a tiny person—it must be why she’s always so energetic. 

Admittingly, the enjoyment on her face makes her more adorable and adds more charm to her already precious personality. Hayoung just seems so carefree—

Hayoung waves a hand in front of your face, interrupting your thoughts. “Did you hear what I said, Oppa? Do I have something on my face?!” 

You were so busy daydreaming that you didn’t notice she was still talking. “No, no. A funny thought just came into my mind. Sorry, you were saying?”

She pouts a bit, yet the guilt-tripping effect is undercut by her smiling afterwards. “I was saying that tomorrow we can go to the nearby river for lunch. Do you want to go there?” 

“Sure, why not? With you as my guide, it’s always going to be an adventure!” you exclaim a bit too loudly—some people turn their heads in your direction. You blush from your sudden declaration—Hayoung’s enthusiasm must be rubbing off on you. 

Hayoung smiles widely at you—it could be a trick of the light, but you think you notice a blush developing on her cheeks. “Anyways, let’s go! We aren’t done exploring the town!” Hayoung leaves money on the table before she once again whisks you up and begins  the second part of your tour.

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You finally meet Hayoung’s grandfather, Beomjin, as you enter the dining room for dinner. He greets you with a smile and nods at you. You notice he is a man of few words, letting Daeun and Hayoung do the talking for him throughout dinner. 

Once you finish eating, you decide to leave dinner a bit early to try out the hot springs, assuming no one would be at the bath at this time. You leave your clothes in the room and walk around the resort draped in just a towel. 

As you swing the door open, a wave of heat washes over you. Stepping onto the stone flooring, you leisurely scan the warm room. It's a simple layout, with the hot springs in the middle and the rinsing showers to the side. Ornamental rocks line the edges of the hot springs, with a small waterfall flowing between them. 

It's a relaxing sight; you already feel at peace with just the atmosphere. 

You see a makeshift towel rack and quickly hang your towel. As you approach the hot spring, you can’t wait to feel the heat of the spring waters. Dipping your big toe in first, you hum at the comfortable warmth. Satisfied with the temperature, you slowly submerge yourself into the water.

The heat of the hot spring is soothing, a prickling sensation developing in your hands and feet. You lean onto the edge of the hot springs and allow your body to float up by the surface. 

“Now this, this is relaxation.”

You could just sleep here if you wanted to at this point. 

A calming melody starts playing from a distance. You’re amazed that the hot springs had speakers for some calming music to be played for its patrons. A silvery voice joins the instrumental, adding to the comforting ambiance. 

After a couple moments, however, the music stops abruptly. 

It doesn’t come back.

Wondering what happened to the sound, you take a peek of your surroundings—

Your eyes shoot wide open at Hayoung, draped in a towel, her phone in hand. Said phone is faintly playing the song you heard a while ago.

The two of you stare at each other like deer caught in headlights. 

The eye contact with her is absolutely petrifying. A single move could mean the simplest misunderstanding. 

You follow her line of sight to see she’s that she’s… staring at—

“Ahhhhh!” The two scream at the top of your lungs.

You quickly submerge your lower half underwater while Hayoung covers her eyes and keeps her head down.

Your cheeks continue to flush redder than a tomato. “W-w-w-what are you doing here?!” 

“H-h-h-how was I supposed to know you were in here?! You didn’t leave the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign up!” Hayoung retorts, refusing to look at you, one hand over her eyes and the other gripping tightly onto her towel.

“Okay, just keep your eyes closed, and I’ll just get out of here.” 

You immediately rise from the water, wrap yourself up with your towel, and briskly walk towards the exit—

As you close the hot springs’ door, you see a small diamond-shaped sign that reads “Do Not Disturb” hanging on the screen door. 

You sigh out loud, shaking your head in embarrassment. 

You continue your hasty retreat back to your room, hoping all the while that you wouldn’t run into the older owners of the resort—fortunately, you don’t bump into anyone else.

Of all the naked mishaps to happen, though…

How was I supposed to know about that stupid sign? 

You enter your room and plop onto the bed. Grabbing the pillow, you muzzle your screams, venting your frustrations into it. You can't get rid of the image of Hayoung—with her shocked face in nothing but a towel covering her—staring at your naked lower half. 

After a couple moments of contemplation, you check your watch to see it's time to get ready for bed. You decide there is no point in dwelling on this mistake.

After getting dressed and brushing your teeth, you quickly bury yourself under your blanket. 

All you can do for now is just sleep and wait for tomorrow. Tired from overthinking about what will happen, you close your eyes and quickly fall asleep.

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The morning after for the two of you wasn't awkward.

Hayoung greeted you ordinarily, though maybe there was a slight blush when she did. You decide not to address last night's mishap if she isn't going to bring it up first. It’s your last full day here—you didn’t want to end on such a weird note.

The yoga session was a bit more difficult this time, but you still had loads of fun. You note down to buy a yoga mat once you get home. You pack some essentials for the picnic you'll have with Hayoung. Just in case, you brought along your sketchpad—maybe something will strike your inspiration again. 

Now that you're dressed for the trek, you exit your room to look for Hayoung. You spot her outside by the tree, holding onto the picnic basket. She decided to stick to the yoga attire. 

"Come on, sleepyhead! We don't have all day!" She drags you out of the resort and onto a trail that leads to the forest.

It’s very humid today; it doesn’t help that the glowing sun is bearing down on you, especially on a trek like this. It takes a couple moments before you reach the forest, the entrance lined with trees that stretch out endlessly at all sides.

As you step into the forest, countless branches hang over you, giving the trail some shade from the overbearing sun. Some beams of light pass through the cracks of their formation. It feels like you've entered an entirely different world. 

Stepping further inside, the smell of morning dew enters your nostrils.  The trail is lined by a multitude of trees, their roots overlapping with each other. 

Despite the many natural wonders the forest has, you’ve decided to focus on another worldly marvel—with Hayoung walking in front of you, you try your best not to stare at the enticing view of Hayoung’s backside. The joggers she wears outline the shape of her firm butt. 

You try to focus on other things before you get too distracted on the task at hand.  

A peep returns you from your pointed stare of her hips.   

Hayoung struggles to hold up the picnic basket, her arm slightly shaking. You wanted her to have a relaxing time too, so with your newfound sense of confidence, you pick up the pace, reach out for the basket, and grab it out of her hands. She’s about to protest, but you replace the empty space in her hand with yours, your fingers intertwining with hers. Her palm is soft and warm, fitting in yours like a missing puzzle piece. 

You squeeze her hand reassuringly, trying to ignore the beating of your heart. 

“Um, let me help you with this. You’ve done a lot for me lately.” 

Hayoung only nods—she’s clearly trying to hide the blush on her face by looking straight ahead. 

The two of you walk side by side now, enjoying the sounds of the forest—the crunching of the leaves, the buzzing of insects, the chirping of the birds. 

The sound of rushing water signals that you’ve reached your destination. 

As the two of you leave the forest behind, you enter a clearing. You realize you’re in a riverside meadow, the rich cerulean blue seeping out into the horizon. The reflection of the sprawling mountainscape on the river looks absolutely majestic. 

This doesn't seem real, like walking into something you see on a postcard. "How did you find this place?" you ask as you help spread out the plaid picnic cloth, and Hayoung distributes the packed lunches Daeun cooked for the trip. 

“We used to go here a lot as a family.” Hayoung keeps her head down as she fixes up the cutlery and plastic cups.  “Now that everyone is busy, and Grandma and Grandpa can’t make the trip, I wanted to share this place with someone.” 

It’s touching to hear her sincerity, so you can’t help but smile at her words. 

Turning to Hayoung, you watch as her hair blows slightly in the wind, the rosiness of her cheeks evident. 

You look towards the horizon to hide your own red cheeks. 

“A-anyways, I’m glad you like the place. Let’s go eat!” 

You start digging in. Daeun’s mackerel meal hits the spot again. After your last bite, you look up to Hayoung looking out into the open. You follow her line of sight and are amazed at the spectacular view—how the sky contrasts the mountains and the river, the fiery sun with its orange blaze, and even the tiny waves that ripple against the wind. It gives you a quick hint of inspiration to draw something.

You plan out the image in your head, trying your best to imagine how it will look on paper. The grass of the meadows, the trees of the woods, the water of the river—you hate to simplify the majestic likeness, but you couldn't jot down every detail. You start with the background, outlining the ridge of mountains. Then you move to the foreground, adding the small waves in the water and taking into account the right amount of slant for the wind direction.

You pause to check your progress. Although it’s an improvement from yesterday’s attempt, it’s still lacking something—

Before you could react, Hayoung smudges part of the foreground. 

You would have felt annoyed, but you notice how the water has a more liquidy feel to it now. It actually fits the sketch now that you recheck everything. 

You look back at Hayoung, astonished at her doing. 

How did she know how to do that? 

As if reading your mind, she winks back at you. “For a sleepyhead, you think a lot,” she says before she sticks her tongue out teasingly.  

Hayoung stands up and suddenly pulls her pants down, revealing her blue swimwear. Your jaw drops, and you can’t help but stare at her athletic form—lean thighs, well-shaped legs, firm butt. 

She runs towards the river and jumps right into the water, a big splash engulfing her. 

“What are you waiting for? The water feels great!” she calls out for you once she resurfaces.

Thinking has done you no good recently, only adding more questions to the fray. Maybe you should start following your gut more and just see where it goes.

The decision has been made. You stand up and remove your shirt, and rush towards Hayoung.

"Cannonball!"

The water makes you shiver, numbing your body and taking your breath away. It feels delightful on your skin. You go up for air, and as you wipe your eyes clear, you're splashed in the face by Hayoung. 

“Whoops.” She smiles at you mischievously.

If it’s a water fight she wants, it’s a water fight she gets. 

You retaliate by splashing her with as much water as you can gather in your hands. Hayoung submerges underwater, the water barely missing her. She resurfaces behind you moments later, showering you. Turning around, she disappears once again. The element of surprise is with her, but you’re not going to let it be her advantage. You turn to your side in anticipation, ready to pounce. 

You scoop up Hayoung by the waist as soon as she rises up. 

“Got you!” 

She squeals, surprised that you’ve predicted her movements underwater. Hayoung heats you up as she presses her body firmly against you. “I guess you did, Oppa.” 

You stare into those wide eyes. 

Hayoung pulls you into an embrace, her legs wrapping around yours for additional support. “Are you still with me, sleepyhead?” She cups your chin, softly caressing you with her hand.

You wrap your arms securely around her. Hayoung shivers in your hold. “I’m definitely wide awake. But I feel like I’m dreaming.” 

“I think I can do something to wake you up,” she whispers.

Hayoung closes her eyes and kisses you on the cheek. The silky touch of her kiss warms you up even more. She tenderly lines up more kisses, inching closer and closer to your lips. Every smooch is gentle and delicate, like soft paintbrush strokes. After she reaches the corner of your mouth, Hayoung pulls back, her face inches before you. 

Nothing could ever prepare you for this moment. You’ve seen this in the movies, read this in the books, but you never imagined you had what it takes to reach this point. Yet here you are, the moment of truth arriving in the form of Hayoung, her inviting lips awaiting your answer. 

A wave of courage washes over, and you urge every fiber of your being you commit to what your heart and soul were screaming out to do.

Kiss her.  

“Maybe I want to keep dreaming.” 

 Before she can respond, your eyes flutter to a close, and you press your lips against hers.

The blazing sun is setting, its orange glaze melting into the horizon. As the sky swirls in a blend of colors, you and Hayoung sink into each other’s embrace. Warmth blossoms in your chest,  igniting sparks as you lean in closer, lips brushing together, tentatively, for the first time. The smell of her fragrance, the soft, cherry scent of her shampoo, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in your stomach. You were floating, caught in this wave of your emotions. 

The two of you break the kiss for some air. Unable to contain the excitement coursing through you, an enormous smile forms on your face. Hayoung leans onto your forehead, her nose brushing up against yours. The two of you stay like that for a while, basking in the cold embrace of the waters.

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As you float in the hot springs, your thoughts revolve around Hayoung. You’re not sure what would happen at the end of the trip—everything is happening pretty fast between the two of you. 

Is this a one-time thing? What happens after you leave?

Thoughts like these sour the mood. It’s best to just worry about these later.

The timer on your phone sounds off—bath time’s over. 

Whatever. You were starting to get light-headed anyway. 

After silencing the timer, you head straight for the showers to rinse off. 

You sit down on the wooden stool. You’re about to scrub yourself down, but the door opens from behind. 

I thought I put up the “Do Not Disturb” sign. 

You want to turn to see who it is, but you freeze up as you feel arms snaking around your torso. 

“Hey,” Hayoung says softly. She tightens her embrace, and you feel more than just her arms, her naked form pressed against your back. Her erect nipples poke you from behind, her velvety skin caresses your body. Your rod starts to stiffen from the sensation.. 

She perches her chin on your shoulder. 

“H-Hayoung, what are you doing here?” 

She answers by grabbing the soap by your feet, lathering her hands, and scrubbing your shoulders. Hayoung massages a deep knot on your right shoulder, and you can’t help but groan in satisfaction. You lean more into her hands, groaning more audibly. “Shhh. Just relax and let me do the rest.”

Her hands continue to knead your tight shoulders. You're like putty in her hands, the tension from your deep-seated knots melting away. She then starts to explore your body, kneading it as she goes lower. 

“I just wanted to spend a bit more time with you. Is this okay?” 

“Y-yeah. This is okay.” With things starting to heat up, you do your best to push away the nerves—you want to spend every remaining second here with her too.

She reaches over for the showerhead and starts to rinse you. “Since it’s your last night, I want to do something special for you tonight.”

Hayoung’s hands glide down to your thighs, and suddenly she caresses your engorged rod. It twitches at her touch.

“Damn it—sorry. It’s just... What you're doing feels great.” You can’t form any more words, too shocked to move or process this all.

There’s a moment of silence before Hayoung decides to break it. 

“Do you want me to relieve you of this?” she whispers.

You never thought you’d hear those words come out of her mouth. 

You’ve learned from this trip that you’ve been overthinking every small step. Especially at work, you've been pushing yourself too hard, going against the current. 

It’s time to go with the flow, to let go and enjoy the moment.

“Okay.”

Hayoung comes around and kneels in front of you. You have a better look at her bare body—a firm pair of breasts, light brown nipples already erect; a chiseled abdomen, most likely her hard work as a yoga instructor; and hair neatly trimmed around her nether regions. 

Her eyes widen when she sees your stiffened length. You notice Hayoung’s cheeks slowly turn a rosy red. She inhales deeply before lathering both of her hands with soap and grasping your shaft. “I’ll start, Oppa, okay?” 

She pumps you slowly with both hands, and you can’t help but moan loudly. You feel every bit of those dainty hands along your length as Hayoung gives the right amount of pressure. It’s so pleasurable that you grasp the sides of the stool, close your eyes, and concentrate on breathing—anything to make you last longer. 

One of her hands let go to massage your balls. You open your eyes to see Hayoung looking back at you with those eyes, her steely gaze freezing you. The sight of this adorable girl jerking you off almost makes you go mad. 

She speeds up the tempo. Hayoung moves to your neck, kissing up and down to try and find a sensitive spot. You can't contain the moans that escape your throat, your pleasure skyrocketing as she sucks on your neck lightly. 

Your rod feels pulsing hot. A familiar tight sensation develops around your lower body. Your breathing gets really ragged. “Hayoung, I-I’m close.” 

Hayoung separates from your neck with a smack. She lowers her face at the level of your cock. Then she suddenly licks your head at the exact interval as she pumps you. The sudden sensation of her tongue licking your cock overwhelms you and sends you tumbling over the edge. Hayoung continues to suck on your head for good measure as you unload your hot, white cum in her mouth. You can feel Hayoung slurp your cock up, trying to swallow your semen, not wasting a single drop.

You definitely feel light-headed now; all the blood rushing towards your lower head made you start to see stars. Looking down at Hayoung, you watch as she swallows your load. She opens her mouth to show that nothing was wasted. “Wow. Hayoung, what was that?” you ask. You feel you’re about to pass out.

She rises up and kisses you on your cheek. “A little thank you. For everything.”

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It's been hours, and you can’t fall asleep. Twisting and turning in bed, no matter how long you close your eyes, your restless mind will not allow you to enter dreamland. It is hard to believe that three days have gone so fast. Feels like you're an entirely changed person. Maybe it feels this way because you haven't felt this well rested in ages, or part of you got attached to the humble village... 

Or, maybe, you've grown fond of a certain hyper village girl. 

You sit up from your bed. You check the time—it’s almost twelve a.m. Your mind can’t get rid of Hayoung. The only solution you could think of is to visit the room next door. 

Every little noise becomes louder at night—the jittering of the sliding door, your shaky breaths, your footsteps as you walk across the wooden floorboards—especially when you’re sneaking around. 

It only takes a few steps to her room, but every step feels heavy. 

A small dim light shines behind the door. Is she also awake? 

You knock on the door to be sure. 

“Who’s there?” Hayoung’s soft voice greets you. 

You sigh in relief. “It’s me. Can I come in?”

A couple of thuds are heard in the room before the door slides open. Hayoung is dressed in her pajamas, her hands slightly painted in various shades of pink. “Are you okay?” She stands back, allowing you to enter her room. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just couldn’t sleep.” 

As you step into her room, you notice it is almost the same layout as yours, apart from the grander cherry blossom decor and the numerous other tree paintings that line the walls. It reminds you of your first time stepping into the forest. You're amazed at the intricate details of each tree—different art styles, distinct sizes, and differently colored bark; Hayoung painted them each with a unique personality in mind. 

Hayoung sits down on her bed.  She taps the empty space next to her. "I couldn't sleep either, so I started to paint again." Hayoung closes the caps of her paint bottles, pushing them to the side. 

“You never told me you paint. You’re amazing at it,” you say as you help Hayoung put away the other art materials. 

She wipes her hands with a cloth, tossing it away to a random corner. “Thank you. It’s been a while since I’ve painted like this. I only add to the tree if something memorable happens.” Hayoung traces the newly painted branch with her fingers. 

“What’s something memorable recently?” you ask. 

She suddenly holds your hands. 

“Do I really need to say it?” 

Her hands squeeze your hands. Hayoung’s cheeks are flushed red, and she's trying her best not to make eye contact with you. 

She kisses you on the cheek. 

“You.”

Hayoung’s confession almost sends your heart into cardiac arrest. She squeezes your hands, reassuring you this isn't a dream. 

Despite the short time with Hayoung, you cannot deny the connection you felt with her. She was the fresh breath of air you needed on this trip. 

“Say something! You just don’t leave a girl hanging after all of that,” Hayoung stammers out, finally looking into your eyes. 

The dim lights that surround you in the room act like stars peppered on a clear night sky as they await your next move, but you know why you entered her room—you want to make this night memorable with her. 

Your response to Hayoung is pressing your lips onto hers. She is surprised at first, but she returns the kiss, her arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer to her. Her lips were warm and soft. They parted slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside. This kiss was different—a sense of urgency, need. 

She pulls you down slowly to the bed with her. You’re careful not to crush Hayoung under your weight, placing your arms by her sides. Anxiousness, doubts, and worries are washed away as her soft lips draw more passion from you. Her arms and legs entangle around your body and pull you deeper into her embrace. The warmth of her body radiates under yours, Hayoung flooding your senses to the brim. 

Your hand gains a mind of its own and enters the side of her shirt. Her silky skin is warm, and Hayoung purrs at your cold hands’ touch as they start to move around her torso. You brush along her abs, tracing random shapes, feeling her shiver. Gaining more confidence, your hand glides steadily over her porcelain skin towards her breasts. As you gently squeeze her mounds, Hayoung mewls into your mouth and kisses you with even more fervor. 

Hayoung breaks the kiss to remove her shirt and throws it elsewhere, revealing her round, supple breasts. You’re surprised how much of a handful they were, well-hidden under her clothing and stature. 

“Oppa, stop staring. It’s embarrassing,” she softly says. Hayoung looks to the side to hide her blush. 

“I can’t help it, you look amazing.”

You decide to let your actions continue the talking. You lean in and capture a stiff bud in your mouth, lightly sucking on it. A freehand cups the other breast, slightly pinching the other nipple. Hayoung moans loudly into the room, her fingers carding through your hair. Hayoung is putty in your hands, moaning and shivering from your ministrations. 

After giving enough attention to her upper body, your hand drifts down to the hem of her pajama pants. Hayoung twitches when she feels your fingers brush her thigh. You break the kiss and then tug onto the hem of her pants. “Can I?” you ask, looking into her eyes, waiting for her permission. 

Hayoung pecks you on the lips and smiles. She then grabs your hand and carefully guides it under the fabric. As your fingers graze the entrance of her core, Hayoung trembles, releasing a shaky breath. You’re surprised to feel that she is already dripping wet. Her hand guides yours in a circular pattern, helping you rub her down and teaching you her most sensitive parts. You watch as her eyes roll up, then focus back onto you. “Right there, keep doing that,” she says, nodding and encouraging you to move faster. 

You do just that, increasing the tempo of your ministrations on her slit. Hayoung arches her back as she grinds herself onto your hand. She starts to whimper, her breathing more ragged. You decide to up the ante by inserting two fingers inside her—Hayoung's tight walls barely accommodate the new inclusion. She moans—almost screams—but you're quick to stifle her mouth with your lips.

Her arms wrap around your neck, tightening their grip. With one last curl of your fingers against her most sensitive spot, Hayoung succumbs to her climax. Her cry echoes into your mouth. Hayoung’s walls squelch around your fingers, her nectar coating your hand. She shakes so hard that she lets go of you, overstimulated with pleasure. Removing your fingers from her, you return to the slower rhythm of rubbing her down as you kiss up and down her neck to try and bring her down from her high. 

You pull Hayoung into a hug, her head resting in the crook of your neck. You both stay like this for a while as Hayoung relaxes in your arms. 

Her hands then grasp your cheeks, bringing you to her face and holding you in place. Hayoung’s intense gaze brought goosebumps to your skin. 

“Oppa, I think I’m ready.” 

You nod in return, pulling back from her grasp. You quickly divest yourself of your clothes, throwing them to God-knows-where. She raises her legs, and you assist in peeling off her pajamas—the final barrier between you two. 

Hayoung slowly opens up her legs and fully offers herself to you—no words can express her beauty in this state of undress; she looks ravishing in her most vulnerable form. 

“What are you waiting for, Oppa?” 

You might not get that fairytale ending with her—this might be the last time you will ever see her—but you can paint a new colorful memory with Hayoung.

You line yourself up to Hayoung, your head grazing across her labia. You look into her eyes one more time. Hayoung nods, and so you slowly insert yourself. As soon as your head penetrates her, the immense tightness of her walls almost overwhelm you. 

“Oh my God—you’re so big,” she moans at your size, groaning louder as you sink yourself further and stretch her out more than your fingers could. You gather Hayoung tenderly in your arms while her legs wrap around your butt, deepening your connection.

You pause when your length is halfway embedded in her; Hayoung is overwhelmingly tight around your rod. Taking deep breaths, it takes a couple of moments for you to get accustomed to the sensation of her.  

“Oppa, move. Please.” Hayoung tries to buckle her hips onto you, but she’s still tired from her last orgasm. Now that you’re used to the feeling, you pull halfway out of Hayoung and then gently thrust back in. You both groan as you finally fill her up to the hilt. 

You develop a slow, comfortable rhythm as you watch her breast heave with every deep thrust. Hayoung whimpers with each stroke. You look down at Hayoung, and she’s as beautiful as ever—glassy eyes that focus on you, lips partly parted from panting, cheeks flushed from pleasure. 

She pulls you down and kisses you. You taste your shared breaths and feel the combined thud of your heartbeats as your bodies synchronize, moving as one in your fiery embrace. Her nails scrape across your back, making you hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure. 

You return the favor by increasing the tempo of your thrusts. Your cock pistons in and out of her slit persistently, hitting Hayoung's sensitive spots deep and hard. Hayoung breaks the kiss and squeals loudly, grasping onto you tightly. 

You suddenly feel a sharp pleasurable sensation nipping onto the side of your neck, causing you to gasp. Hayoung’s teeth slightly sinks into flesh as she sucks and nibbles on your pulse point.

Hayoung shudders suddenly—her walls rapidly contract around you as she reaches her limits first, succumbing to her second orgasm of the night. Hayoung brushes her fingers through your hair, trying to pull you over to the peak with her. 

The familiar tightening sensation surrounds your abdomen. Your body starts to shake as you try to hold out your growing pleasure. “Hayoung, where do I—”

Hayoung doesn’t give you a choice—she smashes her lips against yours and tightens her legs around you. The touch of her lips was the last straw that broke the camel’s back, and with one powerful thrust, your body caves into its limits. Pulse after pulse, you’re milked off every ounce by Hayoung’s walls as she hums at the warm feeling of your load filling her up to the brim. 

You stay hilt-deep in to make sure not to fall on her. It takes a moment before the throbbing finally stops. As you detach from Hayoung by rolling to the side, you feel the results of your tryst drip onto your legs. You grab some tissues and help Hayoung clean up the mess. Luckily, part of the blanket remains clean from your combined juices. 

In the post-coital clarity, you realize it was not the most responsible thing to have sex without protection. 

“Shit, Hayoung, sorry I came in you.” 

“No, it’s okay. I wanted you to. 

“I know I’m safe today, but can you go with me tomorrow? 

“You know… for the pill.”

“Sure, of course, I can.”

You pull Hayoung in to cuddle, and she eases in your hold. 

She draws random patterns onto your chest. 

“Can’t you stay for one more day?” she asks. 

“I can’t. I have work the next day,” you regretfully reply. 

It’s silent for a while.

You feel you have to say more, anything to tell her how amazing this trip was because of her.

Hayoung leans up to peck you on the lips. “Don’t worry. You have your own life to live. But, can I see you around back in the city?” 

“I’d like that.”

Your eyes get heavier by the second. Hayoung yawns as she further settles into your embrace. 

The pull into dreamland is getting stronger. 

Before succumbing to sleep, you call out for Hayoung.

“Goodnight, Hayoung.” 

“Goodnight, Oppa.”

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The sound of chirping awakens you. 

You open your eyes to see the room slightly lit up by the sunlight. For the first time in months, you’ve just had the best sleep of your life. You don't have a banging headache as well. 

You want to rise up, but you’re pinned down by a weight. Looking down —Hayoung is still asleep in your arms. 

As much as you want to stay in this position, you have to move. You kiss Hayoung on her lips—to your surprise, she kisses back.  

“Oh. Were you awake the whole time?”

“Morning, Oppa. Yeah, I wanted to stay like this for a while.” 

She softly nuzzles your neck. You reciprocate by hugging her tightly, hoping never to let her go.

But time is slowly running out. 

“Do we really have to go?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” 

With much hesitation, you kiss her one more time before the two of you stand up. 

You’re able to find your clothes haphazardly thrown around the room.

The rest of the morning went smoothly. After getting into proper clothes and packing the rest of your stuff, you accompany Hayoung to the pharmacy. Luckily, no one was there to see you two there; it would have been embarrassing to be caught by her grandparents or anyone else who knew her. 

It didn’t really matter anyways—Hayoung was by your side the whole time, clutching your hand. 

But unfortunately for you two, all good things come to an end. 

The elderly couple and Hayoung accompany you to the entrance of the resort.  “You were such a great guest. We hope you book again in the future!” Daeun says as gives you a quick hug. “Thank you Daeun, I hope to be back soon!”

Beomjin nods his goodbye before leaning next to your ear. “Take care of her,” he says cryptically. 

It confuses you, but you just nod back. 

What did he mean by—

“Come on, you’re going to be late!” Hayoung pulls you by the wrist. You wave back to the chuckling elderly couple closing the door to the resort. 

The bus is already there, and a couple people are already entering it. Hayoung slows down and intertwines her fingers with yours. She squeezes your hand as the two of you approach the bus. 

You’re tempted to stay, at least for one more day. But you know life doesn’t work that way. 

“Well, this is it,” you say as you turn to face Hayoung. Despite the huge smile, her eyes threaten to spill out tears. 

“Thank you for coming, and I really hope to see you soon.” 

The two of you lean in and capture each other’s lips for what could be the last time. You try to express all the gratitude and hope you can muster into the kiss. If only you had more time with Hayoung to figure out things together.

"You'll find me," she says as the kiss ends. Hayoung hands you a crumpled piece of paper and hugs you. 

The bus driver shouts out that it’s the final call to board.

“Goodbye, Oppa.” She lets you go, stepping back to allow you to board the bus. 

“Goodbye, Hayoung.” 

You enter the bus and quickly find a seat with a view of her. She waves at you with finger hearts. The bus driver sounds his final checks, and you feel the bus moving forward. 

Hayoung blows you a final kiss. You place your hand onto the window, trying your best to engrave every detail of Hayoung before you lose sight of her. At last, the bus moves forward, starting your journey back to Seoul. 

You lean back into the seat, trying to comprehend how fast three days have gone by so fast.

While reflecting, you fiddle with the crumpled paper she gave you. You open it up to see a lovely drawing of a tree and her cell phone number written. 

A smile, hoping that you do see Hayoung soon. 

You look out the window as you watch as the humble village disappears out of your sight.

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It’s been two weeks since your vacation. Whatever transpired in that short amount of time has made you an entirely different person. It has been more delightful to draw; the depth and warmth of your sketches are brighter than ever as if you never had that artist’s block. Everyone has been saying they haven’t seen you smile this wide in ages. You can finish deadlines faster now since you’ve been sleeping better. The whole burnout ordeal is now thankfully a thing of the past. . 

Unfortunately, Hayoung hasn’t replied to your texts for a few days; her replies were becoming pretty vague. You thought she would be a wonderful afterthought as you trudge on through daily life, but you can’t stop thinking about her. You wish you had more time with Hayoung back in the village, just one more day to figure out your feelings for her.. 

You head to Jaesung’s office—he said that your department had a new hire and you needed to show them the ropes. 

Maybe that’ll actually get your mind off things.

“There’s our employee of the month!” Jaesung jests as he stands up to greet you, enveloping you in a hug.

You laugh back. “You know we don’t have that here!”

“Well, you definitely look well rested and happier, that’s for sure.” 

“Anyways, where’s the new hireling?”

A knock is heard on the door, and when it opens, you almost drop to the floor. 

“Oppa?”

Sometimes, the universe just does you right.

AN: I've had this for farrrrr too long! There's just something with me and long fiction fluffy hot springs type fics! But yeah I really appreciate if you made it this far and actually read it all. I was in a big runt, so this fic was just a way to unload things for me

Special big thanks to @midnightdancingsol,my forever editor and my forever cutie. Thank you for not giving up on me and my very repetitive mistakes!

Length: 13.120 words

TW: only thing you should read the tags for lol

Tags: harem, orgy, 9 friends with benefits, make out, alcohol, riding, cow girl, female orgasms (a lot), school uniforms, pit play, licking, teasing, girl-on-girl, fingering, cumming on fingers, rough, size kink, lesbian 69, pussy licking, 69 with missionary, blowjob, deep throat, rough face fuck, lots of clothed sex, anal, anal doggy, denial, begging, cock hungry, exhibitionism, humiliation kink, spanking, butt slut, condom, cum in condom in ass, use that as a butt plug lol, intense sex, voyeurism, masturbation, submissive, thigh riding, a lot of squirt, very wet squirt kink, standing sex, full nelson, drinking squirt, cumshot lol, inexperienced, virgin, shy, tight hug, passionate make-out, slow sex, love bites, marking I guess, almost romantic, why are you reading this, a little bondage, stand up sex, tell the truth, confession, ahegao, not-just-a-friend!you

For: @co-reborn specifically (luv u qt) but also to all those of you who just wanted the idols above.

Credit: @worldsover @midnightdancingsol @gammasnippets @ggidolsmuts @friskyriskywhisky @sinswithpleasure @praeluxius @v1ntrix and Delphi for contributing by editing and beta-reading. Tysm!

(A/N: My biggest project till now. I hope the length explains why it took so long. This one is for C.O! Happy New Year, everyone!)

“I’m happy to announce that—”

The teacher pauses. The tension rises. The dams are about to break.

“—you all passed the final exams! I’m so proud of you!”

Cheers of joy and ecstasy drown out her final words as your classmates jump up from their chairs, embrace each other, and raise their fists in triumph. Of course, you’re not holding back either. Right in the middle of it, you’re high-fiving students you didn’t get along with for most of the time and share hugs with those you only know the name of. What happened during all those years becomes irrelevant. You all finally did it.

“Congrats!”

Your seatmate launches herself at you with such velocity that you almost trip and fall. Luckily, a table catches you two and you can wrap your arms around the petite girl the same way she wraps around you. Yuna is your best friend and experiencing this moment with her made all those long nights of studying filled with worries worth it. 

“Congrats to you too, Yuna. We did it!”

Yuna isn’t only your best friend, but also the catalyst for why you feel so integrated in this class of thirty-two students. Through her you got close to Yeji, Yuna’s childhood friend, a social butterfly of grand magnitude. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she is friends with ninety percent of this class and has connections to hundreds of people in the city. Yeji gets along with everybody, and you are no exception.

With the people-magnet Yeji and the ever-laughing and flirty Yuna often around, you quickly connected with the so-called “Queens of the front-row": Sana, the never fading sunshine with her irresistibly cute nature; Tzuyu, the awe inducing beauty with her cold, honest responses; and Mina, the quiet princess with her clear, mysterious eyes. Their differences become evident every day so, it baffles you that these three are so different yet so close. 

You look around the room and find the three front-row members, entwined in a hug. Sana is bawling her eyes out in happiness, switching from Tzuyu’s to Mina’s shoulder at a steady pace. She congratulates them over and over, which earns her a soft, genuine, whole hearted smile from Mina. Tzuyu rolls her eyes and sighs playfully before patting the elder’s head. Everytime the three cuties interact, it puts a smile on your face.

“Hey, you!” 

A voice from behind makes you spin around in surprise.

“Jiheon! We finally did it.”

You stretch out your hand, but instead of shaking it, Jiheon grabs your wrist and pulls you into a tight embrace. The smart girl with her puffy, cloud-like cheeks squeezes the last bits of air out of you and flashes her signature eye-smile.

“Of course we did. I knew you could do it!” Jiheon flashes her signature eye-smile.

“Th-thank again for—argh, so tight—he-helping me—I-I can’t breathe though…”

Jiheon lets you go. You suck in as much of the stuffy classroom air as you can. It might be stuffy, but it has Jiheon’s scent in it. You can’t complain about this odor, this soft vanilla perfume she wore almost every time she came to tutor you in mathematics. You’d give her the upcoming history homework and some sweets in return, but she provided more than her expertise on all things numbers-her smile was the greater motivation for you to push through and conquer the final exam. 

“No need to thank me. Wouldn’t have done it without you either.” Jiheon can't stop smiling. It makes your heart flutter rapidly, like the wings of a hummingbird searching but not finding something sweeter than this flower. Before your cheeks take on the color of Jiheon’s lipstick, you look over her shoulders to her best friends. 

Chaeyoung is gazing out of the window, stuck in what looks like a state of disbelief and happiness. Her black hair travels down her back in straight lines, and your eyes follow them to Nagyung. The party-goer, in her typically chic look, takes a quick selfie before staring back at her phone. She seems to be unfazed by her and everyone’s great achievement. 

“That’s Nakko for ya.” Jiheon giggles and reaches for the smartphone of the often snarky and uncaring Nagyung. She has no time to snatch it back and instinctively shouts:

“Hey! Jiheon, stop!”

“C’mon, stop looking at it, at least for now. Aren’t you happy?”

“Nah, I’m fucking sad, cause Chae made it.” Nagyung snarls. She gives Jiheon a glance and shoots up to catch her. Jiheon is able to hide behind a table and after a quick scuffle, she gives the phone back.

“What?” Chaeyoung shouts, torn out of her trance by the evil joke. You can’t help but laugh whole-heartedly. You’ve known and observed their habits for so long. This outcome was to be expected, even in a great moment like this. It’s like a script they have to play out until the very last day of school. 

Things will never be like this again. Everything changes, it’s inevitable, this is life, better things will come—but for this moment, you want to hold onto it. Never in your hours of tedious studying and boring lessons would you have imagined that the end of school would leave you melancholic. You will miss them all—

Loud steps push you out of the spiral of sadness your mind has entered. The chaos comes to an instantaneous stop as everyone’s attention is gathered onto one person. Ahn Yujin, the class president, decided to climb up on one table and with just her boots hitting the wooden surface, she asserted her authority. It’s no surprise that she is literally everybody’s crush: tall, witty, empathetic, optimistic, and flawlessly attractive from head to toe.

“Guys, I’m so proud of you all!” Yujin shouts and her first sentence is met with roaring cheers. Your teacher sighs and shakes her head, and you can’t blame her. This class of grown-ups looks like a children’s party with Yujin as the undisputed captain. You wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, this captain might actually be perfect.

“I know that some days were rough, but I don’t want to waste anymore thoughts on them. This is the time to embrace the good, be happy about yourself and party until you drop. And if I see any of you not enjoying themselves, I’ll have to slap you. On. The. Back. Of. Your. Head. Love you all!”

So cheesy. So ridiculous. So Yujin. This is why no one can resist her. You’re blessed that she is cool with you as well. However, something is aching in your heart, urging you to maybe, maybe consider her more than a funny fellow, a good friend, a person to admire. 

This should not be the moment to dream about any particular girl. Your heart beats for all of those friends, no matter how close they are, you feel at home with them. Still, you yearn for more. 

#

#

Yeji is one of the first people in your age group to live on her own. Her moderately wealthy parents trust her with a small apartment in a calmer part of the city, which is close to your school and the busy downtown.

Without knocking, you press down the door handle. The metal door opens with ease and the second you peek through the gap, your expectations are fulfilled: the two-room apartment’s living room, though quite spacious, is completely overloaded with girls. Five of them occupy the old, worn-out, olive green couch: Tzuyu who is trying to escape Sana’s tickling attacks, Jiheon who is staring at her phone, a music box in her lap, and Chaeyoung who is rejecting Yuna’s movie choices by slapping the DVD cases away.

“Sana, stop! Oh my God, that tickles!”

“Bluetooth connected successfully.”

“No, this is boring. And this is a romance movie! So extra boring.”

Before you can make your presence known to them, Yeji walks out from the kitchen and up to you. In her hands she balances various board games and snack bags, while looking amused by your concerned reaction.

“Ey, good to see you. Glad you could make it~”

“Can I help you with that?” you ask, seeing either the chips and the UNO cards hit the ground as Yeji continues to lose her grip on them.

“You can only help me by smiling. Hey, it will be fun, I’m sure of it.” 

“Fine. I’ll still carry those,” you say with a grin and quickly move to stabilize the mountain of almost cascading items. Yeji is visibly surprised, then blushes when you take as much as you can get and carry it over to the living room table in front of the couch. The first one to notice you there is Jiheon, who finally wins her fight against the unruly music device to start her playlist.

“Oh, hi! You made it.”

Her smile is a freaking new star, its gravity strong enough to easily suck in the puny sun. You can’t help but return a genuine smile and feel at ease—until another star jumps into your view.

“There you are!” Sana screams at the top of her arms and pulls you into a tight hug. “I forgot to hug you earlier, so sorry! Congrats on passing, you are so awesome.”

“Y-you too, Sana. My God, your energy is incredible.”

“It sure is.” Tzuyu scoffs from behind. Her hair is messy—Sana’s doing. She is out of breath—also Sana’s doing. There is lipstick on her jaw—more surprising than the others, but still Sana’s doing. You can’t help but giggle at the sight and pat Sana’s head.

“Nice to see the two of you here. Now, where is Mina? Our front-row wouldn’t be complete without her.”

“She is in the kitchen, preparing something,” Chaeyoung says, more into the air than towards you. She is still closely inspecting two DVD cases Yuna presents her. Suddenly, she shoots out her hand and grabs one. Yuna’s slightly annoyed eyes turn bright and she grins in excitement.

“This one?” she asks, bouncing up and down the couch.

“Yep. Sounds like a good one,” Chaeyoung says and raises the case high up.

“Yes! I knew you had taste.”

The two of them try a cool handshake and fail in embarrassing fashion. You wrap your arms around both of them to form a threesome hug, but Chaeyoung wasn’t ready. You all collapse onto the cushions, next to Jiheon, who begins to laugh hysterically.

“Oops. I didn’t know you two were this close,” you say to them.

“And I didn’t know you were such a klutz,” Chaeyoung snarks from below you.

“Now, now, don’t fight,” a soft voice from behind calmly says. You look over the shoulder and see Mina walking out of the kitchen, a huge plate with sandwiches in her tender hands. Her expression is stern and strict at first, but then her adorable smile cracks through and you can’t help but blush. 

“H-hey, Mina.”

“Hi~” “Okay, okay, enough ‘Hi’s’,” Tzuyu says and rolls her eyes. “Can we start doing something, anything now? I’m bored as hell. No, Sana, tickling is not an activi—ah, stop!”

The two of them fall into wanted and unwanted laughter when Sana dives back onto the couch and places her fingers on Tzuyu’s sides. Yeji and Mina squeeze themselves into the empty space that is not occupied by the bodies of Tzuyu and Sana wrestling for control and almost falling off the couch. Awkward silence is creeping up, everyone searches for words in their head, when suddenly a savior arrives.

“What’s up, losers!”

Nagyung comes crashing through the door, bottles of heavy liquor in various colors in her arms. It’s a miracle that they don’t burst on the floor with how she reels from side to side. Behind her is someone a lot calmer and probably less tipsy. Yujin carries a bag filled with cocktail ingredients and crushed ice, a bright smile on her pretty face.

“Nakko, what the fuck!” Yeji screeches and sprints towards her friend, “You could have broken my door and the alcohol.”

“But I didn’t,” Nagyung giggles, preparing to take another sip from the whiskey in her hand. Yeji takes it away from her with a hiss and orders her to help put out the drinks on the living room table, which gets even more crowded than the already filled couch.

Gentleman-like, you offer Yujin to carry the bag the rest of the way. She shuts the door with her free hand and moves to hand you the bag. But before you have full control over it, she whispers into your ear. Words that are genuinely nice and warming have a completely different effect when they are pronounced with a sultry, teasing tone:

“Glad to see you here, otherwise… I would not have come.”

This must be an illusion, you think, because in the next second, Yujin is brightly and cheerfully joining everyone on the couch. She is not one to say such words, let alone to you. You must be imagining things, after all, there are a total of nine beautiful girls right in front of you. Some weird thoughts or horniness could overtake you now, but they are all just your friends. It’s time to celebrate with them.

“Who is gonna use the shaker?” Yeji asks as the movie starts to play and everyone is distracted with drinking, scrolling, eating, “I’d really like a bartender right now.”

“I’ll be the bartender,” you say, and Nakko cheers the loudest. She throws you the shaker and before you begin to mix the first drink, you realize something. For the first time tonight, your eyes fall to their outfits. Most of them decided to wear their school uniforms, a look which you are used to, but you expected them to be more casual. After all, school is over. Nakko, Yuna and Tzuyu get it. Their outfits are loose, they are ready to party. 

But if you’re honest to yourself, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Jiheon, Mina, Chaeyoung, Sana, Yeji and Yujin get it as well. This is how you will remember them, how they looked the most attractive. All is perfect at the after party.

#

Intoxicated, your state of mind summed up in one accurate yet untrue word. You have not tasted copious amounts of liquor, just some vodka mixed with cola. Nothing you can’t handle usually. What you cannot handle is the girl next to you, the one that’s digging her hand into her hair and pulling you closer. Her scent is scintillating, but your mind is too occupied with the equally scintillating look in her eyes to figure out what it actually is. The smell of a flower, probably.

“Yuna, you’re drunk,” you whisper with a smile on your slightly rosy features.

“Yes, but that doesn’t change the fact,” she responds. A sheet of paper would not fit between your lips and hers. You’re happy that you somehow found your way behind the couch, where the others can’t see your breath collide with Yuna’s as she gets hotter and hotter—and you’re not talking about her already blazing body heat. 

“What fact?” you squeeze out, but Yuna is unwilling to answer. Her fingers flash her neediness when she tugs your short strands to make lips crash roughly into each other. At first you feel this unbearable urge to shove her into the back of the couch and give her a vengeful kiss, rougher than her nails in your skull. But feeling Yuna melt with every touch of your body on hers, you decide to stroke her nape gently. 

It’s another hug, just like this morning. Except for all the added drool being exchanged, fingers searching more intimately and a knee finding a soft, leaking spot. Yuna’s skirt is not doing its job. She pulled it up a little bit earlier to get your attention and now she is pulling it up again to give you access to her core. Your knee rubs on it, guided by caution and desire to make her feel more. Yuna squirms and your lips disconnect. 

“What was that?” Nagyung shouts, her voice as bewildered as it is drunk.

“You should stop drinking, now you’re hearing things,” Yeji responds from the kitchen. 

“I didn’t hear anything either, “ Jiheon adds, lazily bobbing her head to the music.

“That’s because you’re so close to the box,” Yujin says and rises from the couch. The creaking of the olive green cushions makes you jump. Unlike Yuna, who still seems to be drunk in your kiss and lurks for more, you are fearful of the rest seeing you. They don’t need to see this, hell, you shouldn’t just have done this. You’re not even sure of your feelings—

A shadow falls over you. The ceiling lamp is blocked by Yujin, who peeks over the edge of the couch to where you and Yuna are hidden. Granted, it was a terrible hideout to begin with, so it’s no surprise that you are screwed now. You just have to find an explanation for this. Yujn is definitely not going to keep it a secret, it would betray her character. 

“Hm~” 

Yujin stretches out a long hum and leans further down. Your eyes dart in between her beautiful, naughty face to Yuna’s equally beautiful and downright horny face. Before you can whisper out a question, Yujin presses a big smooch on your left cheek. As you stand there, the frozen receiver of crimson red lipstick on your visage, Yuna takes the chance and adds light pink to the other cheek. 

A new feeling overtakes your mind and body. An opportunity like this is once in a lifetime for most people, so you should take it. Whatever the rest may say or think about you, there will maybe never be another time where two girls are so eager to have you. With one hand in her soft, long raven hair, you signal Yujin to climb down to you. 

“No,” she says with a giggle, “you come up here. This is a show for everyone.”

“Yes,” Yuna adds with a needy whine, “I’m sure the others would want to at least watch.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

Yujin and Yuna might not look the strongest, but when they want to, they can easily lift you over the back of the couch onto the cushions. You almost crash into Nagyung pouring herself a new drink and Jiheon playing on her phone, but Yujin makes sure you safely land in between them.

“Huh? Where did you come from?” Sana asks in surprise, putting her glass filled with Mojito down. 

“I-I…”

“I don’t care anymore," Yuna says as she follows your path, and immediately sits down on your crotch. One hand snakes up your body to your chin, the other opens her skirt and a merry and excited Yujin helps her remove it. Yuna’s face is close to you again, her finger forcing you to look directly at it and not her exposed panties over your growing erection. 

“Please, please just take me,” she whines.

“Yes, please!” Yujin joins, her whine more exaggerated while her digits roam your thighs and then reach for your belt. You take a second to breathe and understand that although they might seem to be in charge, they still need you to go along with it. Without your okay, there will be no start, no show, no satisfaction. 

Though Yujin turns you on, you still feel embarrassed, ashamed even that you dare do this out in the open. Everyone's eyes are on you. You can only assume their judgmental thought and inner disgust, how indignant they have to be about you. 

Suddenly, Yeji pushes Nakyung to the side and reaches for your hand and places it in between her legs. Her eyes sparkle in a mix of drunkenness and want. The same want makes her growl into the stunned room:

"You better say yes, 'cause I lo—fuck, just do it."

This is once in a lifetime, once in a billion lifetimes. 

"Yes."

The word comes out firmly. Your mind, already clouded from before, is now completely dazed by the attack on all your senses on your body. There is Yuna, grinding her wet, covered sex on your bulge. Then there is Yujin, getting rid of your pants and boxers urgently. Then there is Yeji and her moans from shoving your hand below her skirt. 

"Guys, what the fuck is g—oh my God!"

Jiheon’s shriek doesn't faze you, nor the four girls around you at all. Four, because Sana has decided to kneel next to you and massage your abdomen. She still sips the Mojito and gives Yuna a judging, unamused look.

"You better take it now, baby, or I'll take it from you, no hesitation," Yuna is barely able to keep the drool behind her lips as they gasp for the courage to go down on your cock. She can only feel its length and girth, but it's enough to make her drip and scared.

"I'll help, hm~"Yujin giggles and you feel her warm, delicate hand on your phallus. She drags you over the drenched spot on Yuna's panties, until she pushes them to the side without warning.

A gasp from Yuna. Yours is muted by Sana's sudden lips. Your whine when your dick starts to disappear into Yuna's pussy cannot be muted however. Her fingers dig into your chest, transferring the initial pain from her newly stretched walls onto you. 

You don't feel the pain. You only feel bliss and an untapped feral desire for more of it. More of this wet warmth, to fuck your stiff erection into tight holes. It's frustratingly difficult in this position, but luckily Yuna adjusts quickly and starts to bounce. Her beautiful body goes up and down quickly. 

A collective groan fills the room. The desire inside Yuna must have been contagious for Yujin, then Yeji, then Sana, now someone else—or everyone else. Yuna is the first to moan and whimper freely, and Yujin joins her. Her core rubs on your bare thigh, barely noticeable by the others as her crotch is still covered by her blue skirt. 

Giving two girls audible pleasure is not enough to satisfy your greed. With both your hands you reach for Yeji’s panties and tug at them. She gets the cue and in a second they are at her knees for  you to plunge into her wetness. Her clit is as hard as you and her entrance is wide open. Fun toys to play with for sure, even more so when you get to hear another feminine voice coo and squeal. 

“Ah, so big,” Yuna squeezes out through heavy breaths, “I-I wanted this f-for so long, f-fuck.”

“Hm, I bet you did,” Sana giggles unusually creepy, “now ride it like the whore you are.”

Together with the help of Yujin, Sana pulls up Yuna’s crop top. Instead of removing it however, they keep it above her head as a restraint to attack her sensitive spots. Yujin’s fingers move to Yuna’s nipples and rub them in quick circles while Sana’s tongue moves to Yuna’s smooth armpit and licks across it. The young woman whimpers with tears in her eyes.

“N-no stop, it tick-tickles, ah!”

Yuna’s walls force a tight death grip on your cock. If only you had more wiggle room, you’d fuck her to orgasm right now. Yeji has to be your stress relief even more. You finger fuck her harder. Intentionally you hit her clit to make her yelp at the roughness on her sensitive nub. Seeing Yuna’s sensitive nubs played with probably turns her on even more. There is a death grip on your fingers now.

“D-don’t, please, don’t m-make me cum with just y-your fingers!”

“Shut up. You two will cum when I command you. You are so needy and lewd, so you don’t get to choose.”

Yuna reaches the peak of her speed, while Yujin pinches her peaks and Sana gives kisses on her bright pit and you decide it’s time for two more peaks. First is Yeji, who is unable to deal with your thumb flicking the bud above her pussy. She squirms and cries and almost tumbles off the couch as her eyes roll back in bliss. 

Yuna gets hit even harder. Her sweaty body shivers all throughout, which is a sight to behold. The only thing better is her pussy, mirroring the tremble her frame is going through and molding it onto your cock. Or you are molding her. Doesn’t matter.

Four hands guide the blonde, blissful girl off of your still solid shaft. You can only guess who the two people were, because Yujin and Sana fight for who can go next. The younger one has the clear edge, as she already sits on your thigh, but Sana does not give up. She rises to her feet and pins Yujin against the backrest.

“I will go next,” she threateningly hums straight into Yujin’s face. Goosebumps run down your skin. Something has been awakened in Sana, something that has completely changed her behavior. This is not what Sana is in school with her friends, with everyone, but this is her when she craves a good fucking. 

“B-but I—” Yujin stutters before Sana presses a finger on her burning red lips.

“You can play with my tits, class president, but you don’t get to go before me. Understood?”

Sana oozes of dominance and a clear disdain for everyone else’s pleasure. She just wants to get fucking on with it and luckily for her, it has a strong effect on Yujin. The heavily blushing, taller girl shrinks and wordlessly crawls behind her. As if they had trained it before, they start to get rid of Sana’s clothes by opening buttons and zippers. Your hands still covered in Yeji’s slick, you urge them to stop.

“I want you to wear it, Sana. You look fucking hot.”

“Th-thank you.” 

“Now get on top of it.”

Another pair of panties is pulled aside. Sana’s lower lips wrap around you and she is able to take most of you easily. A low groan from her when there is only a little bit to go. She starts to struggle with it though, her already fast breaths becoming rapid. 

You’re not going to lie, she already feels amazing and warm and it’s incredible how she starts to melt and lose all confidence with the rest of your dick penetrating her, but you want more. Her sudden dominance and different demeanor, you want to break it out of her. Take all your strength and thrust your hips upwards. 

“Ah, fuck, ah!”

The audio-visual-tactile sensation of your deep penetration leaves you as stunned as Sana for a second. Her high frequency scream, her pain-then-pleasure ridden face, her spasming cunt, they all combine to give you another level of desire. It’s not enough to break Sana’s fake dominance, it’s time to make her your toy. 

Sana might just feel the same.

“I-I can’t, ah.”

“Is he really that big?” Yujin asks with an equal amount of mockery and awe. 

“Hm, he is so d-deep.”

“Oh~ Don’t you want to ride him so hard, you lose your mind? Become addicted to him, just like Yuna, just like me?”

Yujin finds a gap in Sana’s vest and kneads her breasts through it. At the same time she finds a gap in Sana’s lips and puts two fingers in her mouth. The full on attack is the reason drool not only pools in her mouth, but also drips out. Yujin collects it between her fingers to form strings. She knows how to make the elder look absolutely cock drunk. 

“Bounce on it,” Yujin groans bewitchingly. It’s so powerful, you feel the other girls gasp around you for air. It’s like the room heats up and so does the girl wrapped around your shaft. She begins slowly, a disappointed wince when she isn’t fully stuffed for a second, then a pained wince when you stretch her entire hole. 

“Good girl. Now, go faster, okay~? Or should I take it away from you?”

The sweetest threat you have ever heard from the class president sends you into bliss. Sana is suddenly eager to wring you dry with her mindless riding, ten times faster than before. Her walls may not be as slick or hot as Yuna’s but her goddamn tightness makes up for it. You throw your head back as every second surpasses the next in pleasure. 

On the spot where you fingered Yeji not too long ago, Chaeyoung has taken her place, with Nagyung now drinking and reeling next to the couch. Chaeyoung seems to be equally interested in fingers, as two of them splay her pussy underneath her skirt. You’re not entirely sure what she is trying to do with her other hand, but it looks like she tries to open her blazer to free her breasts. Chaeyoung’s gaze however is not at her task, but at Sana’s orgasmic face.

Suddenly, a tall figure appears next to you. Just by looking at parts of the outfit your blurry brain can make out who it is. Tzuyu fidgets in her plaid skirt studded with black and red squares. Her breath is deep enough to be heard through Sana’s moans and cries as she loses her last bit of rationale on your throbbing cock. 

“Pl-please,” Tzuyu stutters and moves closer to you, “I fe-feel itchy. Can y-you help me?”

It’s very unlike her to not get straight to the point. Of course, this is a very unusual situation, but you still intend on letting her wait. Not only because Sana feels too fucking good to pull out of now, but also because you got a better idea to kill two birds with one stone.

“I’ll—fuck—I’ll only help you Tzuyu, when you help Chaeyoung. Look at her! She can’t even undress herself properly.”

Tzuyu whines. She surely wanted something else, but she still complies. Carefully she kneels in the tiny spot between you and Chaeyoung. From this angle you can easily look under her skirt to find drenched panties and jiggly thighs. Tzuyu will definitely get her fair share of cock soon. Or maybe you stick your tongue into that deliciously smelling hole.

“Ah, fuck, I can’t. I can’t, I can’t, I’m—”

“Yes, Sana, cum. Cum around his cock like the horny bitch you are.”

Sana’s walls convulse stronger than ever before. With Yujin biting on her neck, she cums violently on your cock. Unable to keep herself upright, it’s only with the help of Yujin and Nagyung that she doesn’t come crashing down painfully. Almost instantly, the bubbly, then dominant, then mindless girl falls asleep. You kinda want to be proud of yourself for at least a moment, but Yujin is already eager and happy to straddle your lap. 

Before she can insert your cock inside her certainly smooth and certainly moist cavern, your desire to switch this up overtakes you. A clear majority, maybe all nine of the girls are desperate for you, so why should you be the one on the bottom. Although it feels amazing, you are not a dildo being passed around on a girls’ sleepover. 

You push Yujin off into the back cushions and raise your upper body. In your eyes is unbridled horniness, a need to take control of this mess: Nagyung is stuck under Sana and tries to free herself without waking her up. Behind you are Tzuyu and Chaeyoung, playing with each other's freed breasts. They will surely move on to their pussies soon. Although needy, they are still occupied. 

Yeji and Mina are occupied as well. They stand in the kitchen’s door frame and furiously make out. Mina is clearly in charge, her knees pressed to Yeji’s core. Their eyes are closed, sure, but they couldn’t look hornier. Yuna is gone. She is not in this room anymore. She got her fair share already, but she certainly looks like the type to go for another round. 

Lastly, you find Jiheon. She sits at the far corner of the couch, her face hidden behind timid hands. All you see from her is a strong blush or red in between tiny gaps between her fingers. She has the most natural reaction to this chaos, to this absolute madness of hormones. If you were still yourself, you’d feel pity for her. 

This new you doesn’t know pity. You look below you, into Yujin’s wide open orbs. She looks the horniest and that is saying something. To take her right now would be easy. Quick pleasure for the both of you. But you have this want, this want to keep her waiting. 

You move down to peck her lips, your cock brushing against the soft skin of her ass. 

“Sorry, Yujinie~ Tzuyu asked nicely, so I’ll take her first.”

“What? No, that’s unfair! I was here before her.”

“Hm, but she asked. You didn’t.”

You turn around to crawl over the couch towards Tzuyu, who is still helping Chaeyoung, but in an unexpected way. The two of them somehow moved to a 69 position, with Tzuyu at the bottom and Chaeyoung above her. From your angle you can perfectly see Tzuyu’s hole as it twitches with every lick Chaeyoung gives her clit.

“Does this help your itch, Tzuyu?” you teasingly ask and rub your cock on her lips and Chaeyoung’s lips. 

“Hm, only a bit. I-I think I need something bigger.”

“Like this?”

No need to warn her any further. Tzuyu feels her pussy part and you feel her walls clench down hard. Her surprised yelp quickly turns to moans, muffled only by her tongue fucking in and out of Chaeyoung’s hole. 

Your eyes fall shut. You want to revel in this symphony of lewd sounds, of three very different voices moaning out obscenities, of two holes with audible wetness from different kinds of fucking, of one couch creaking every time you buckle your hips. The stimulation in your ears is excellent, a perfect addition to Tzuyu’s suffocating grip and her relentless need to take more of your cock. Her pussy tries to suck you in, you can feel it, you can hear—by God, if only you could see it. 

Your eyes jump open. In a frenzy, you grab Chaeyoung’s raven hair and yank it back. Her face is gorgeous, it was before, but not to the absurd extent it is now. Every twist of Tzuyu’s tongue, every flick on Chaeyoung’s nub, every pinch on her delicate skin, they all become visible on her features. Those erotic contortions become your motivator to go faster. 

“Since when, fuck, since when are you two so horny?”

Your question falls on deaf ears. Maybe they didn’t even hear it, because Tzuyu’s moans have turned to screams the moment you started to move your hips at a neck breaking pace. It won’t kill anybody’s neck of course, but maybe the couch. The cushions get stained by sweat, saliva, girl juice, probably some of Nagyung’s whiskey as well, and soon, they might crumble to your pounding.

It is Tzuyu, who crumbles first however. She has resorted to fingering Chaeyoung at the same pace as you fuck her pussy. Her mouth is a mess of drool and gagged up screams. You should have asked if she could take it, but the tall one is not complaining. She digs her nails into Chaeyoung’s large ass cheeks and makes her scream along the ride. 

Tzuyu’s orgasm is imminent. Her walls try everything in their tight, hot power to force out your first load of the night, but you have different plans. As Tzuyu gets fucked over the edge and falls into a delirium of moans, tears and convulsions, you pull out of her. With all the strength in your unmuscular, but determined thighs, you rise to a level where your cock meets Chaeyoung’s lips. Her luscious lips part easily.

“Why are you so fucking hot, fuck!”

Hot drool, hot pussy juice, a lube for you to face fuck Chaeyoung roughly. You go beyond her barriers, smash her face on your abdomen and let your dick fill out her throat. Concerning gags and a violent spasm of her arms cannot reach you. Your only concern is to finally fuck her face. This stupidly wonderful face, better than any porno or erotica novel. You can’t help yourself.

Pull out and slam back in, as you did with Tzuyu’s sex. You left Tzuyu breathless and you leave Chaeyoung breathless in a more literal sense. Air only comes in in tiny intervals when you rest and adjust for a second or two. Then it’s back to making her gag and cry. 

Unbeknownst to you at first, Chaeyoung has positioned herself to sit on Tzuyu’s face. A tongue, a nose, a wet face are Chaeyoung’s toy to ride on as you use her as a toy to let out a new feral desire. Indulgence in this desire is inevitable. Otherwise someone would have stopped you. But even though the pain in her throat and on her scalp must be harsh, Chaeyoung gets off on the way you asphyxiate her and pull her hair. It’s enough to send her into a climax. 

“F-fuck, I hate, fuck you!”

In the moment of Chaeyoung’s orgasm, she denies yours. She pushes you off and gasps for air, while her back arches at the torturous pleasure. You’re uncertain if her curses are directed at you and if they are a detriment for any future contact you may have with her. Someone is not too keen on giving you time to think however.

“Oh my God, that was so fucking hot! Please, me next!”

Your first guess would have been Yujin, but it’s a different girl that catches your attention. Nagyung wraps her arms around your trembling thighs and kisses your skin all the way to your balls. You hiss and try to get her off with a simple shove, but she remains persistent.

“Please, do that to my ass next, please fuck me. It’s been so long, plow my ass, destroy it like, like—”

“Hold on, you—since when do you go for me, what the fuck?”

The second, rougher attempt of shoving her off works and Nagyung falls into the couch. Her face is red all over—shocker—but it’s probably more because of the ridiculous amount of alcohol in her system than the actual sex. Nagyung is no stranger to sexual experiences. She is a freak, and everyone in her circle of friends knows it. However, she has certain rules she wants to follow. One of those rules is to never fuck with a certain friend: you. 

“If I had just known you were this crazy, fuck, I’d let you hit it earlier.”

Nagyung wiggles her shorts off quickly and goes for her top. You shake your head in disbelief.

“I thought you didn’t do this? You always excluded me.”

“Fuck, that stupid rule. Is it really gonna keep you from fucking this?”

If her voice is seductive, her position is the fucking snake from the garden of eden. Nagyung is on her knees, her ass pointed at you, her cheeks spread by delicate hands. She winks over her shoulders as her wavy hair covers parts of her biteable shoulders and smooth back. Then she sticks out her tongue and you go berserk. 

Or you would have. You would have just fucked her brown hole immediately, if she didn’t suddenly have this stupid piece of plastic in her hand. A second rule of hers and you hate it with all your horny might.

“Really?”

“Put it on, quick.”

You tear open the packaging and roll down the condom. Your pre-cum, Chaeyoung’s drool and a mixture of pussy juices won’t get fucked into Nagyung’s delicious looking asshole, but you will make sure to fill her deep nonetheless.

“Oh fuck, you’re so big. Go slow, go slow!”

“I thought you wanted it fast, bitch!”

“Sh-shut up, j-just let me get u-used to it.”

You play with her beautiful hair. What could have been nothing but gentleness as you slowly inch deeper into Nagyung’s forbidden entrance, turns into a show of dominance. With locks entwined in your fist, you pull Nagyung’s hair back and her head closer to your face.

Her scent is pure sex. The intoxication from her wetness, her sweat, her indescribable sexual fragrance is mixed with the smell of Bourbon. You bite her neck to force out a hiss. The last bit of your cock finally disappears in her and you feel her wiggle to adjust herself. This fucking wiggle of this fucking ass, it makes you go insane. To release some tension, you bite her earlobe. Gently, not to cause a bleed, but to show her that she will get what she asked for.

On your conditions.

“You like it when I call you bitch?”

“Uhm, I-I—”

“You like it when a huge cock is filling your slutty ass?”

“Hm, fuck, y-yes.”

“You like it when your friends can watch? There are so many of them, all eyes could be on you.”

Nagyung’s eyes wander around the room. You can’t see it, but you know it. The inside of her hole tenses up, she is probably becoming more aware, embarrassed by the situation. Are you the first to put her into such a situation? On her knees, in front of horny, but maybe still judging eyes, with someone calling her bitch and controlling her? 

You softly massage her large cheeks. If it weren’t for the horny taking over your mind, you would hate to admit that Nagyung’s ass always had your attention. Its incredible, round shape and the way she shakes it with her confident steps is something to behold. Give this confidence back to her.

“You have no idea how amazing you are, how good you feel. I bet you’ll be the first to make me cum here. And I bet I can make you cum so hard, you will feel light headed and stupid afterwards. So… relax, bitch.”

Nagyung takes a deep breath. The painfully tight grip gets a little looser, but her texture remains prominent. It’s like her tension is transferred to you. You need every bit of it to keep your legs stable. This position gives you leverage, but it will drain stamina when she is finally ready.

A final wiggle of her butt, a hum, a tiny ‘okay’ from her lips. Your hands hold onto her hips and you prepare yourself for a hole made for milking. 

Your veiny cock rubs along Nagyung’s tight walls, on its way out, on its way in. It’s not yet the plowing she begged for, but you pick up the pace with every thrust. It continues and Nagyung’s deep moans rise in frequency and then in pitch when you go full on mayhem. 

All her experience with other men, other cocks couldn’t prepare her for you. This is what she wanted when she went for you seconds after you ruined Chaeyoung’s throat. Someone to reach deeper into her than any toy ever did, someone with a circumference to stretch her hole, someone with the audacity to fuck every part of her ass up. Today, you are that someone.

Hands fly and spank and dig into her skin. Ripples and waves on Nagyung’s ass mesmerize you, force you to fuck harder and slap her harder. You wish you could stuff her lewd mouth with another hand but it’s too much fun to ruin something your eyes were glued on for a seemingly endless time. 

The first inches of her puckered hole have already been shaped by multiple other cocks, but you mold and stretch them new. You leave a new mark, in width, in depth and she appreciates it with mindless moans and the occasional obscenity when you intentionally crash your hips into her ass with all your might. 

The tightness of three pussies and one throat before were all amazing, but in a moment like this, where your orgasm is finally about to become a reality, you think of this as the tightest hole. The condom sealing you is not enough to sway your opinion. It cannot keep you from fucking your seed deep into Nakyoung’s ass, deep and hard, to make her lose her fucking mind.

“You bitch, Nakko! You like this, you love this!”

A booming slap. Her cheeks are red and wobble like pudding.

“Yes, fuck, yes! You, you’re the best!”

Push her face into the cushions. Her pussy leaks like a broken pipe.

“I’m gonna fucking unload in you, bitch! This ass is—”

You swear you stretch the condom to its maximum extent. The thin fabric has to deal with your size and the size of your load blasting out in ropes. A satisfied groan from your dry mouth. You back out of Nagyung’s ass too quickly and leave her painfully wide agape. However, the condom with your semen is stuck in her, only a tiny part sticking out. The girl whines as her knees still show the aftermath of her prolonged orgasm.

“Clench, bitch!” you command, the opening of the condom in your hand. Nagyung does as told, her sweaty face looking back at you. Her wavy hair has gotten all over her face and forms different waves by sticking to her forehead and cheeks and lips. 

“I’ll pull it out now. I bet you slut know this feeling.”

Like a buttplug stuck in an inexperienced, way-too-tight hole, you play with the cum filled condom and pull it out. Nagyung whines and it’s so delicious to you. So submissive, so girly, she even spreads her cheeks again. At the widest part, she gets louder and tighter. The white oozes out of the condom and all over her feet and thighs, let alone the carpet. 

“Shit, why did you do that?”

Yujin sits beside you on the couch, her legs spread wide, fingers on her clit. She tries to give a tempting smirk, but her desperation is hidden in plain sight. Poor Yujin, you will have fun denying her a bit longer. Uninterested, you turn back to Nagyung and caress her hair.

“Nakko, you good?”

“I need a minute, fuck. That was intense. You’re intense.”

“Was it too harsh? I’m—”

“Just know it was the best, you’re the best.”

“Be honest if it was too much, okay?”

Nagyung giggles and lets herself melt onto the carpet floor.

“I dunno if I can walk. And that is fucking awesome.”

“Hello? I’m here too!”

No matter how loud she is, Yujin will promptly be ignored. 

What cannot be ignored however, is a whimper coming from the kitchen. It’s accompanied by a naughty giggle and you can already assume who the two girls are. Against Yujin’s loud protest, you walk to the barely lit kitchen. Only the dim moonlight shows you what’s happening. 

Mina sits on one of the kitchen chairs. On her left thigh, a quivering Yeji gradually grinds up and down the exposed skin. Yeji’s hands grasp her skirt or Mina’s shirt with such intensity, it looks like she is cramping up. The older one on the other hand has a relaxed hand on Yeji’s waist while holding a wine glass carelessly in the other. The ruby liquid sways from side to side, mimicking Yeji almost perfectly. 

“Woah, what are you two doing?” you say in confusion as your cock has no time to go limp. Mina’s soft smile confuses you the most. It’s unfitting for the situation and it makes her look like she has Yeji as her pet. The younger girl grinds and leaks, clearly without release, but desperate need. Since when is Mina like that?

“We have waited for you, Mister,” Mina says, sultry. Serious, seriously sultry. She places down the glass and uses both her hands to lift Yeji up just a bit from her thigh.

“Y-you are s-so mean, Mister. I wa-wanted to cum on your co-cock,” Yeji whines. Both her legs wobble uncontrollably, her face is a mess of drool and tears. Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined someone being this horny, especially not Yeji. Of course you’re not going to keep her waiting for longer. You grab her sides and spin her around, the soft texture of her ass grinding on your shaft. Before you can finally give her what she wants, Mina interrupts you.

“Wait. I’ve waited so long for an opportunity like this, fuck.”

You follow Mina’s delicate fingers as they move through the moonlight. She swiftly pops open her shirt to reveal firm breasts in a light blue lace bra. With equal swiftness and a lot more elegance, she pulls down her panties from underneath her skirt and lays down on the kitchen floor. The white tiles surrounding her shine the brightest in this otherwise dim scene. The reflection must surely show your confused face. 

“Fuck her,” Mina huffs, the sultriness in her voice overshadowed by wanton desire, “Fuck her right above me. I want all your juices raining onto my body.”

“Mi-Mina?” Yeji moans as you begin to grind your cock on her slit, “What are yo—ah!”

No more questions, no more hesitations, no more meaningless interruptions. Your brain is absolutely focused on this thrilling moment. They have said enough words to get you ready for endless rounds of hard, sweaty sex and now you only want to hear their moans. Your cock easily glides into Yeji, as hard as it was before thanks to Mina’s surprising kink. 

Before your eyes, the quiet princess of the front row fondles her own breasts and presses her fingers knuckles deep into her pussy, all while her friend gets railed a breath away. This has truly been the day of surprises for you, so it’s nice that you are already somewhat familiar with something. Your fingers have already tried Yeji’s warm pussy with an excellent grip and drip of natural lubricant.

The sloppy, wet sounds as you fuck into Yeji from behind make you realise that Mina’s plan to get sprayed on might actually work. By the volume of her moans and her neediness from before, it won’t take long for Yeji to cum soon. You’ll make sure that she is in the perfect position to squirt her cum all over Mina.

“Ah, fuck, fuck, I’m going to—ah!”

As the thought still crosses your slowly processing mind, Yeji has already begun to release. Unfortunately for Mina, your cock is a secure plug in Yeji’s pussy and so most of the clear liquid gets sprayed down her shaking legs. You feel Yeji get limp in your arms, so you catch her quickly.

“What a waste,” Mina sighs and decreases the speed of her fingers on her clit.

“Hm, I think she still has more.”

“Wha—ey, what are you—oh my God!”

You give the homeowner no warning. Yeji finds herself in a full nelson, your cock hilt deep in her pussy. Every inch of your cock grinds on her entire pussy. The standing position was great, but with the help of gravity, you can feel all of Yeji, and you can feel that she has more to release.

“You’re so wet, I bet you can cum all night.”

You bite Yeji’s ear. It’s the feral beast inside you taking over, but it’s also out of pain. The struggle to lift her up is having its effects on your muscles and bones. It’s a worthwhile trade, because Yeji feels ridiculously good. Something about the texture of her insides, her post-orgasmic squeeze and the perfect lubrication makes you forget all the other girls you’ve fucked tonight. 

Your focus is on Yeji’s insides, while Mina is the added visual. She moans just like her friend does, she looks incredibly hot just like her friend does and she is getting close to orgasm—unlike Yeji, who suddenly begins to squirt even more violently than before. This time, the tsunami of her juices pushes your cock out and washes over Mina’s body. 

Dark spots form all over her shirt, her skirt is a mess and from afar, it looks like tears rain down Mina’s face. Euphoria is on her features however, no hint of annoyance or pain. She finger fucks herself faster, barely open eyes still picking up what you are doing with her friend. 

“One more, Yeji. Right on her face.”

“I c-can’t, too much, oh!”

You take a step forward as you plunge back into Yeji’s pussy. Mina is now in between your legs, basically looking straight up to see the quick, slick penetration of your shaft into a gaping Yeji. She might not squeeze down as much as before, but you know she has a final load in store. So do you, which is why you try to cum as quickly as possible. It’s a race against Yeji’s sudden orgasms that she doesn’t announce at all. She just moans and screams in a high pitch, similar to Sana earlier. 

“You two look so, fuck, good. I’m about to—”

The groan from below you is drowned out by Yeji’s shriek and final release. In what is her strongest burst as a fire hydrant, she milks you roughly. With just a few jerks in her spasming cunt, you cum inside her. In what can only be described as unbelievable luck, you’re able to place down Yeji right above Mina’s face. Along with her final drops, your stickiness runs out of Yeji. The marble colored liquid finds its way onto Mina’s tongue and chin. 

“Hm!”

A gulp and a shake. Mina’s body shudders and flails like it’s been hit with electricity, as if her pussy is a power outlet and she stuck her fingers inside. Luckily, it’s just her climax, the pure pleasure shooting through your veins that is addicting and tiring. The two of them collapse, their breaths still heavy at first, but with a little time, they doze off. 

Your sore muscles and your overall stamina wish the same fate upon you, but your heart is still pounding and pumping blood through your body. To be more specific, there is one area where it loves to pump the red liquid and so you stand erect once more. Mina and Yeji both out of the equation, you move your greedy eyes to search for the next one. Luckily, there is someone peeking through the door frame. 

“S-s-sorry for looking!”

“Nah, come back here.”

You reach for her wrist before she can escape. Granted, she didn’t really try to escape. Though her hand covers her mouth and cheek, her gaze still rests on the mess you made with the help of Yeji. Through the dimmed lights you can still see the flush creeping up and all over her face. If you remember correctly, it’s been there from the beginning. 

“I re-really didn’t want to—”

“Jiheon, did you enjoy what you saw?”

“Wha, no, I-I mean—”

Jiheon stops her words. She can’t look at you, instead she turns away. You decide to tease her with a smirk and lean close to her ear. Hot breath over her hot face, it makes Jiheon’s breathe heavy. She huffs through her hand, then you remove it and place it on your thigh. 

“You want to touch it? Go for it all, like your friends?”

“I-I-I don’t know.”

“You can say no, Jiheon, it’s fine, but I can see what your hand is doing.”

A timid face, cute and shy, but Jiheon’s hand is playing a different game. It creeps up your thigh, stops right before your abdomen and then inches closer to your twitching member. The tease of her soft tips doesn’t match your want to ravage, go for the next orgasm as quickly as possible. 

“Jiheon, do you want it? Touch it? Suck it? Cum on it?”

Jiheon tenses up at your final offer. She slowly raises her head and you see trembling, uncertain puppy eyes that have a hundred insecurities but also a thousand cravings in every sparkle. Before she even says it, your dumb brain has understood it.

“B-but I ne-never had s-sex before.”

“So, you’re saying—fuck, you’re still a virgin? I’m so sorry, fuck, we shouldn’t have—”

“No, no, it’s okay, it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine Jiheon. No matter how horny we are, we shouldn’t just have an orgy around someone who is uncomfortable with it.”

“But I wasn’t uncomfortable!” Jiheon protests and amplifies her words by placing her second hand on your other thigh, “Ju-just because I never had s-sex before doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy, like, looking at it.”

Silence. You’re glad that your stupid brain is still able to contain the rampant horniness and remain somewhat reasonable, but that’s where it stops. You have no clue what to say. Jiheon seems to be too embarrassed to get new words out. An awkward stalemate, where nothing happens. You take the time to take in the beauty of Jiheon. How her cheeks puff with each deep breath, how she slightly fidgets in her white thigh-highs, how the blouse and skirt make her look adorable, like the perfect school crush.

“Do you, like, want to do it?”

“Wha, what?”

These words slipped from your mouth. In them are the feelings you’ve pent up. Jiheon, your study partner, your friend, never became more than that until you realized that you needed and wanted her more than just for her knowledge about math or the fun times you shared. Her smile, her warm presence, her smell, you wanted them on you more often. Now, this crush has developed into a desire that made you spill some dangerous words.

“Sorry, shit, I—maybe you shouldn’t have your first time with someone like me after something like this.”

“But what if,” Jiheon ponders, clearly trying everything in her power to remain calm and without a stutter, “I want to do it. With you, r-right now.”

“I’d say you’re crazy.”

Suddenly, you two crash into each other. Your chest first, then your tip pokes her skirt until lastly her lips poke yours. Jiheon still takes the initiative as you slowly catch up to what’s happening. She is on her toes, leaning into a peek that she wants to turn into a kiss with tongues and passion. Her arms are on your nape, pulling you down for more access and to feel your cock on her.

Finally, you’re up to par again. If she really wants to, she shouldn’t need to do all the work. You put your hands on her butt and lift her off the ground. Jiheon is light, but you feel that her curves pack a bunch. Ass, thighs, breasts, they all pack a punch and you want to feel and definitely see more of her. Time to change the scenery.

“Do you know where Yeji’s bedroom is?” you hum into a slow kiss. Jiheon pulls back and looks back with dazed, yet excited eyes.

“The door on the right to the TV. A-are you sure it’s okay to do it there?”

“Yes, and to be honest, I don’t care.”

You carry Jiheon across the living room, too indulged in her kisses and beautiful face to hear what the others, especially Yujin, are saying. You shut the bedroom door with authority though. Let them know that this is nothing for the public, unless Jiheon wants it. Gently, you try to place her onto Yeji’s bed, but she doesn’t let go of you. Now she is beneath you, no sign of stopping the increasingly tight hug.

“You love hugs, don’t you?” you tease her and kiss her cheek. She grinds her covered entrance on your wet cock and puts a surprisingly serious expression on.

“I love hugging you, dumbass. You feel like a teddy bear, and you smell so good.”

“I do? Why?”

“I dunno, I just like it.”

“Well, you smell great too, Jiheon. You feel even greater.”

Jiheon mewls and tenses up when your hand roams her thighs. They are squeezable, round shapes, just like her butt cheeks. Although it’s tempting to go rough and fast on it, to cover it in spanks, to bite into it, you opt to keep it gentle. She is clearly not used to someone else touching her like this, and with a gentle massage and the continuation of your loving kiss, you intend to make her more comfortable with it. 

A couple of deep breaths later, Jiheon is a lot more relaxed. Her legs spread easily, no roughness needed. You guide them open to expose her core, covered in cute pink panties. Cute pink panties with a bear. Cutie pink panties with a bear and a dark spot. 

"I-I feel wet."

Jiheon's voice trembles a little. You give her a reassuring smile and rub her inner thigh in circles.

"No need to feel embarrassed. It's natural. Should I—"

"N-no, let me do it."

Her embrace is gone for a moment and you miss it already. The red all over your face isn't only from the rapid fire sex, there is so much more to this moment. Jiheon getting up and pulling down the last piece of garment that protects her pureness is straight out of an unrealistic high-school romance film. Everything is too perfect to be true, yet it is true.

"Pl-please, don't look at it too mu-much."

"I won't."

Jiheon timidly nods and steps out of her panties. Awkwardly, she crawls back onto the bed, further to the back of the head rest than before. From this angle, your eyes go against your promise. Jiheon's skirt can't hide her innie, washed and certainly unblemished. Wild, dark hair around and above her vulva is evidence that she clearly didn't plan on this tonight. Evidence that is stuck in your throat.

"Jiheon, are you sure about this? It doesn't have to be tonight, dammit, I don't even have condoms. This is all very—"

"Bold?"

"Yeah, too bold."

She leans forward and puts her hands on your shoulders. Though everything about her shakes like an unstable bridge in a cold storm, she has determination. Determination and optimism, like she did during all your study sessions. A layer of shyness, uncertainty and inexperience does not negate the real Jiheon. 

"It's not too bold. This is the perfect night and I want you right now."

It's all so easy now. The epiphany gives you the boldness, certainty and experience Jiheon lacks. You follow her onto the bed until you two are in the same position as before, but now, the tight hug almost connects you immediately. 

One hand on her back, the other on your base, you are able to prevent a quick penetration. You opt for something more suitable. Align yourself with care, add a spit of spit to your tip and then let her pull you in closer. It's all about her speed and how she adjusts. Luckily, the tension is all gone. There is just the thrill in her huffs and puffs and then moans when you first enter.

"Oh~my."

"You alright?"

"Yes, let me just—they weren't lying. You are big."

"Th-thank you, I guess."

Pride? Awkwardness? Surprise? Doesn't matter, you feel great enough for all new emotions to become background noise. Like Yujin's annoyed groans mixed with Sana's amused giggle coming from the living room. It's there, but all you hear is Jiheon's sweet voice that might spill her first real profanity soon.

"Ouch, okay, okay, stop."

"Fuck, I'm sorry. Should I stop or pull out?"

"Y-yeah, I need to, ah, adjust. Fucking fuck, you reach too deep."

"Wow," you gently giggle and kiss her cheek while trying your best not to move your cock at all, "Never heard something like that from you."

Jiheon looks somewhat outraged, but with her rosy cheeks and slight gasps it's more cute than threatening.

"I've never done this before a-and you curse all the time, wh-why so surprised?"

Give her an apologetic look and she shakes it off. Banter time is over. You're already deep in her pussy and its reaction is an amazing feeling. The formerly virgin hole begins to become wetter while the grip becomes tighter. It's literally pulling you in deeper.

"Ah, fuck. More, I-I can take it."

"God, you look so pretty."

"Hng, and you're so, so—"

You exchange a painful kiss. Jiheon's teeth dig into your lower lip, drawing a tiny bit of blood. It would be too cliche for her to leak blood as well, yet it could be the case. You're now hilt deep inside her, your cock pokes the entrance to her womb. The deepest of depths and Jihen is out of her mind.

"Are you okay, Jiheon?"

"Oh, so h-huge and deep! Hm, fuck! You're bleeding, oh my God, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay. Just, fuck, loosen your grip a little, okay? You're suffocating me."

Her pussy might have the same attribute, thus you're happy that Jiheon only loosens the hug and lets you get into a better position. You can see her better from atop. The small red drops on her pale skin, the beads of sweat on her nose, the perfect collarbones where you will place your first love bite.

"I'm sorry," she croaks and you begin to gently wiggle your hips.

"Don't be. We both got our fair share. Can I open your shirt?"

A nod later and you eagerly pop the buttons open. Her bulging chest becomes a cleavage and then two fully exposed nipples when you yank down her bra. You begin to nibble on her smooth, delicious mounds as you initiate the first thrust.

Moans and screams. Nothing new to you after this wild night, yet somehow, Jiheon makes it different once again. Her passion in pulling you in closer, taking your length down her tight pussy and then voicing her pain and pleasure is a drug. No alcohol or ecstasy or cocaine can compare to her. 

"Too good, don't stop! I want you, I want you, I want you!"

There is more your mouth can do than respond with words. Bite her skin right where you wanted to. The collarbone, not too strong, but definitely visible. At the same time, crash against her cervix again. 

No scream, only an agape mouth and fingernails that pierce the flesh on your back. Jiheon molds her body into yours. The minimal clothing that separates the two of you can be ignored, it's not part of the equation. It's only Jiheon and you, and you are one.

Your hips move on their own. A steady pace to plunge your cock into the tight hole and fuck all the spots on Jiheon's warm walls. The words she speaks are mindless babble. They somehow still spur you on to give it to her better. Find her special spot, if that even exists, and make her cum on her first time. The high-school romance cliche returns.

"Right there, right there! Baby, so good."

Groan at the new pet name and continue to give her immaculate pussy thrusts that make it slooch and queef like it's her hundredth time doing this. Jiheon's orgasm is impending.

"Oh my God, fuck! S-s-something is—ah!"

"Cum, baby. Cum all over me."

Jiheon's legs suddenly wrap around your waist. They immobilize you, but they give you the chance to experience an even more satisfying feeling: Jiheon's orgasmic walls wetly massaging every vein and patch of skin on your shaft. Your tip oozes precum with how Jiheon writhes. 

In a perfect world, you would just collapse on top of her and let her wring you dry. The sticky seed would fill her womb and she would feel warm inside. Hell, even the prospect of impregnating this gorgeous woman with perfect hips, waist, thighs—no, no. 

Fight against her hug, her kisses, her legs. Instead of getting carried away and risking chaotic consequences, you ruin your orgasm. The pull out leaves you cold, dry, unsatisfied. Luckily, Jiheon jolts up from the mattress and presses her tongue in between your lips.

"Thank you so much, baby."

You're unsure how to respond to this properly. In the quite literal heat of the moment, the word easily rolled off of your tongue, but now, you hesitate. Return the kiss and place her down. With a massage on her tummy you lull her into dazedness, until she is a puddle of thankful coos and snores. Adorable.

"Shut the fuck up, both of you!"

You reenter the living room to find Sana and Yuna rolling on the floor and holding their stomachs. Yujin's protest is no match for their laughs. If the walls aren't super thick, the neighbors will probably call the police soon. As soon as they notice your return however, the laughter dies down.

"Woah, am I such a mood kill?" you joke and look at two amused faces. Sana and Yuna give each other a suspicious glance. They both are now covered in very much different clothes: Yuna is in an orange pajama, her hair is in a messy bun, while Sana has only a towel wrapped around her body. Her hair is still wet and the towel is definitely too short. It can't contain her ass cheeks and would reveal her entire crotch if she chose to stand up.

Nobody is standing up however. The two crawl towards you and stare up from below. Their greedy eyes are on your cock, blue-balled, still sensitive, but not quite exhausted yet.

"Looks like he couldn't finish in Jiheon," Sana mocks in a whiny voice.

"I'm sure we can help out, hm?" Yuna hums lewdly and is about to place her lips on your tip.

"This is unfair!" Yujin shouts from the couch. She sounds angry, but her eyes are teary orbs expressing her want. It has increased tenfold since you rejected her the last time. 

"And why does our class president think it's unfair?" 

"Because they had it and I didn't! I waited the longest, so I should get the final load."

You jerk your cock a couple of times and rub it on Yuna's soft face. She looks ready to take it, but knows that this is all just for the tease. 

"But what if I want to give the load to someone else?"

"No, please, please just give me your cock! Fill me up, please!"

Slap Sana's puckered lips to regain full hardness. She would slobber and gag on it until you burst, but she knows it's not the time for it. At least not today.

"Okay, stand up, Yujin."

A spark of hope in Yujin's eyes. She follows your command immediately, although her feet were definitely not ready. She wobbles towards you and you have to catch her at her red tie, otherwise she would've crashed into you.

"S-sorry," she stutters with a weak smile, which you return.

"You're on the pill, right?"

"Y-yes, you can fill my pussy up. Please do, I want your cock so much. It looks so good and b—"

"One condition," you sternly interrupt her and put a finger on Yujin's soft, leaking lips, "these two get to decide some rules for our session. To make it fair, hm~?"

In her haze, Yujin just nods. Sana and Yuna smirk and both stand up. They might be smaller than the class president, but they surely don't feel like it. Sana is first to set up her rule. First she pushes the living room table aside, not paying mind to tumbling bottles of beer.

"Take off your uniform and give me the tie. You're gonna be tied up to the lamp on the ceiling. I bet you won't have any problems with us enjoying your armpits~"

Yujin gulps and looks at you. With a simple tug you remove her tie and all the say she has in the matter. She has no other choice. Play along or don't get what she desires. 

As Yuna still ponders, you and Sana undress Yujin except for her skirt and panties and use the shirt and tie to tie Yujin up to the ceiling lamp. The tall girl is forced to stretch her limbs and Sana is already focused on all the stunning parts of Yujin's body. Small yet firm breasts, a toned midriff and smooth, pale pits are absolute highlights.

"I got something!" Yuna says almost viciously, "While he fucks you, you have to answer every question truthfully. If we catch you lying, no cum for you."

"Sounds like a deal," you say to Yuna. She grins. Sana grins as well, but there is also some drool on her lower lip. She can't wait to jump in and feast on every part of Yujin's body. Quite frankly, the same goes for you too. Yuna then pulls down Yujin's soaked panties.

"Ready?"

Yujin nods and bites her lips. Her eyes close sensually when your cock slightly touches her clit, then her puffy lips, before  finally penetrating her. Though used to the feeling of manhood, no one has ever stretched her this much. Never before has something this girthy fucked her. 

To make it even more overwhelming, Sana dives into Yujin as well, her lips sucking on her biceps, then they switch to her collarbone before arriving at her sensitive pits. Sana collects the sweet-salty sweat on her tongue and Yujin bursts out in erotic moans. 

"Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck, so much, too much, ah!"

She is unable to stand upright. The panties around her knees don't help either, but the pace with which you fuck her is enough to make them fall to the ground.

"First question:" Yuna announces and gets behind Yujin to speak directly into her ear, "How many guys have you fucked already?"

"I-I don't kn-know," Yujin whimpers at the overwhelming sensations, especially of your cock in her twitching cunt.

"Oh, so you admit to being a slut. You can't even remember your body count~" Yuna cackles teasingly.

"N-no. Mo-most of them are a wh-while back."

"Oh, interesting. When was the last time then?"

"Six, six months ago, hng, fuck!"

Yuna gives you a devious look as she roughly squeezes one of Yujin's tits. You simply nod and continue your pumping. Yujin is surely telling the truth. 

The intrigue of this interrogation distracts you from how fucking amazing Yujin's pussy is. You'd be happy to cream it and then drop dead, but it looks like Yuna is on some kind of mission.

"Okay then. Next question: Yujin, do you like girls?"

Yujin turns her head to the side and looks at Yuna. Then she looks down at Sana, playing with her pit and nipples. Lastly she looks at you. She moans throughout and her tongue dangles numbly. This evening is surely making her question her sexual orientation.

"M-maybe, but not, not now."

"Interesting," Yuna notes and out of nowhere, slaps Yujin's ass. The large cheeks wobble and Yujin screams out loudly. You finally take the initiative to kiss her. It would be a waste to not indulge into something more normal in this chaos. 

Even in her state of cockdrunken silliness, Yujin is still a great kisser. Passion and feistiness make up for her extreme submission during the saliva exchange. She deflects your tongue at first, but then succumbs to your speed. You can do anything, suck her tongue, bite her lip. Yujin becomes a toy to kiss and leans into it as much as her restrained body can.

"Interesting, interesting," Yuna says, playing a lewd detective, trying to uncover each of Yujin's dirty little secrets, "Have you ever played with your ass?"

"Y-yes."

"Did someone fuck it? It's huge, I bet many wanted to."

"N-no one, no one is al-allowed to."

Yuna smacks Yujins ass again. This time you want to enjoy the look on Yujin's face. It's close to an ahegao at this point, which makes your mind spin like crazy. Even crazier is Sana. She suddenly goes up to Yujin and begins to spit all the sweat-mixed saliva into her mouth. 

Yujin's first climax almost rips the lamp from the ceiling. You need all your remaining strength to keep her upright. Her slippery waist is in your tight grasp, yet her spams still cause the shade of the lamp to sway around like a crashing UFO.

Yuna however remains unimpressed and relentless:

"You're hiding something, Yujin. Does this cock make you stupid?"

"Yes! Fuck, yes! It's so, God, hng!"

"Fucking hell, do you always become this needy, cock-drunken whore?"

Yujin shakes her head. At first, it's just to answer the question, then it's because you continue to fuck her hard. It's the roughest and hardest you've fucked in your entire life. You cannot wait any longer. You just need to cum.

"Fuck," Sana moans as she rubs Yujin's tummy, "He is bulging her."

"Hng, shit, fuck! Stretch me-ee! My pussy, ah!"

Yuna's eyes glow brightly. The lewd detective has solved the riddle. She checks with one hand how you bulge the petite frame of the interrogated and uses her other hand to rub her neck.

"I understand it now, bitch. It's odd: you love sex, but you don't fuck anyone for six months. You might like girls, but at this point you don't. You like playing with your fat butt, but no one is allowed to fuck it."

At this point, Yuna has to scream to reach your cloudy mind. Your groans and Yujin's mindless cries are louder than an airplane engine, but Yuna is still able to get her final question out.

"Yujin, do you love him?"

"Yes~!"

Yujin's pussy is a black hole. It's perfect texture, tightness, heat, of course they are worthy of praise. In the end however, what makes it memorable beyond comparison is the way it sucks out your cum. Nothing can escape it. Light can't escape the endless gravity of a black hole. Your sperm can't escape the depths of Yujin's hole.

Your legs give up. There is no use in keeping you upright anymore, it's all done and you are fucking done fucking. With Yujin oozing your cum and Sana immediately cleaning it up, you have your final visual before your body shuts down. 

Tomorrow will be a mess. Emotions, feelings, desire, they will all clash and you have to be ready for it. No matter how important tomorrow is though, this moment, this day was worth it.

In your dream you could have even more women to fuck, but they can never compare to those pretty girls, those pretty friends of yours. 

You all passed your final test and what comes after is completely irrelevant for now.