The fluorescent lights of the executive floor hummed softly overhead as I sat behind my massive oak desk, scrolling through the morning reports on my laptop. Another ordinary Tuesday—or so I thought. The clock on the wall read 8:45 AM, and I was already nursing my third coffee, mind wandering to the one person who made this corporate grind bearable. Jiheon. My personal secretary now, but it hadn’t always been that way.
She’d started as my executive assistant six months ago, fresh-faced and efficient, with that sharp mind and those long legs that made every pencil skirt a goddamn weapon. I’d tried to keep it professional. Really, I had but temptation won I’d bent her over this very desk, hiked up that tight black dress, and fucked her senseless while she moaned my name like a prayer. After that day, there was no going back. I promoted her the next day to my personal secretary, direct access to me at all times, and zero complaints from HR because I made sure the paperwork was airtight. She was mine now, in every filthy, delicious way.
The door to my office clicked open at exactly 9:00 AM, right on schedule. I looked up, and my breath caught in my throat like I’d been punched in the gut.
There she was. Baek jiheon long, silky pink hair cascading down her back like cotton candy flames, the soft rose hue catching the light and making her look like some ethereal dream. She’d dyed it recently; I could tell by the way the roots were still a faint, fresh shade. Thin wire-rimmed glasses perched on her cute nose, framing those big, doe-like eyes that always sparkled with mischief. She wore her usual style of “uniform” for teasing me: a crisp blue-and-white striped button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, the top two buttons undone just enough to hint at the lacy black bra underneath. A loose black tie hung between her perky tits, dangling like an invitation. But the real killer was the skirt—gray, pleated, and so fucking short it barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, the hem riding up with every step to flash the smooth skin of her legs. She carried a red pen in one hand, twirling it absentmindedly, her full lips painted a glossy red that matched it perfectly.
She knew exactly what she was doing. The shortest skirts. The tightest clothes. The way she swayed her hips just a little extra when she walked past my desk. Jiheon had turned teasing her favorite boss into an art form, and I was helplessly addicted.
“Morning, boss,” she purred, her voice sweet and husky as she closed the door behind her with a soft click. She set a stack of files on the edge of my desk, bending forward just enough that her shirt pulled tight across her chest. “I’ve got the quarterly projections ready for your review. And your schedule’s clear after 5 PM today—unless you want me to block something out?”
I stood up slowly, my cock already twitching in my slacks at the sight of her. The pink hair was new, vibrant, making her look even more fuckable than usual. I couldn’t resist. I rounded the desk in two strides, coming up behind her as she straightened up. My arms slid around her waist from behind, pulling her back against my chest. She gasped softly but melted into me immediately, her ass pressing back against the growing bulge in my pants. My hands roamed lower, cupping her plump, firm ass cheeks through the thin fabric of that tiny skirt, squeezing hard enough to feel the heat of her skin.
“Mmm, fuck, Jiheon,” I growled into her ear, my breath hot against her neck. “What’s the occasion with the hair? You look like a goddamn wet dream walking in here.”
She let out a soft, breathy laugh, tilting her head back to rest against my shoulder. Her pink locks tickled my cheek. “You like it? I felt like changing things up a bit. It’s my birthday, you know. Wanted to feel… fresh. For my favorite boss.”
Birthday. The word hit me like a spark to dry tinder. I kneaded her ass harder, one hand slipping under the hem of her skirt to trace the edge of her panties—lacy, barely there, already damp. “Birthday, huh?” I murmured, nipping at her earlobe. “Should I give you a gift right now? Bend you over this desk like old times and fuck you until you can’t walk straight?”
She whimpered, grinding back against me, but shook her head with a teasing smile. “No, sir. I want it after work. All of it. I want you to take me home and ruin me properly. Make it special.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, filthy and needy. “I’ve been wet thinking about it since I woke up.”
I groaned, spinning her around to face me. Her glasses had fogged slightly at the edges, those pink strands framing her flushed cheeks. I kissed her hard, tongue invading her mouth, tasting the strawberry lip gloss she favored. She moaned into it, hands fisting my shirt. “After work it is, then. But you’re gonna pay for teasing me all day in this outfit.”
The rest of the day was torture. Jiheon pranced around the office in that micro-skirt, bending over filing cabinets, crossing and uncrossing her legs at her desk right outside my door where I could see. Every time she caught my eye, she’d bite her lip or adjust her tie, the black fabric brushing between her tits. By 5 PM, my cock was aching, leaking pre-cum into my boxers.
The second the clock hit quitting time, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the private elevator. “My place. Now.”
We barely made it through the door of my penthouse apartment before we were on each other. I kicked the door shut, pinning her against it, hands yanking at her shirt buttons. They popped open one by one, revealing her perfect tits spilling out of that black lace bra. Jiheon’s pink hair was already messy, strands sticking to her glossy lips as she gasped. She tore at my tie and shirt, nails scraping down my chest.
“Fuck me, boss,” she begged, voice raw. “I’ve been such a good little secretary all day. Reward me.”
I shoved her skirt up around her waist, ripping her panties down her thighs in one rough motion. They were soaked. I dropped to my knees right there in the foyer, burying my face between her legs. My tongue dragged through her slick folds, tasting her sweetness as she cried out, fingers tangling in my hair. “Oh god—yes, just like that!”
I devoured her pussy like a starving man, sucking her clit between my lips while two fingers plunged deep inside her tight heat. She came hard within minutes, thighs shaking around my head, pink hair whipping as she threw her head back. “I’m cumming—fuck!”
I stood up, wiping her juices from my chin, and scooped her into my arms. We stumbled to the bedroom, clothes flying off in a trail behind us. By the time I tossed her onto the king-sized bed, she was naked except for those glasses and the black tie still loosely around her neck. Her pink hair fanned out on the pillows like a halo. My cock was rock-hard, thick and veined, throbbing for her.
Jiheon crawled toward me on all fours, eyes locked on my dick. “Let me suck it first, sir. I want to taste you.”
She didn’t wait for an answer. Her soft hands wrapped around my shaft, stroking slowly as her tongue flicked out to lap at the pre-cum beading at the tip. Those full red lips stretched wide around my cockhead, sliding down inch by inch until she gagged softly, glasses slipping down her nose. “Mmmph,” she hummed, the vibration sending shocks up my spine. She bobbed her head faster, pink hair swaying with every motion, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her tits. One hand cupped my balls, massaging them gently while the other pumped what she couldn’t fit in her throat.
“Fuck, Jiheon—you’re such a perfect little cocksucker,” I groaned, threading my fingers through her soft pink strands. I fucked her face gently at first, then harder, the wet gluck-gluck sounds filling the room. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she took it like a champ, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue.
I felt my balls tighten. “Gonna cum, baby. Where do you want it?”
She pulled off with a pop, stroking me furiously, tongue out. “On my face, sir. Paint your secretary’s pretty face for her birthday.”
I roared as the orgasm hit, thick ropes of cum shooting across her glasses, her pink hair, her open mouth, and splattering her cheeks and tits. She looked wrecked—filthy and beautiful—cum dripping from her chin as she smiled up at me.
But she wasn’t done. Jiheon scooped some of my load off her tongue and swallowed it with a moan. “Mmm, so much cum for me. But I want more inside.”
I flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy glistened, puffy and ready. I rubbed my still-hard cock along her slit, teasing her clit. “You want this cock breeding you, don’t you? Filling that tight little cunt until you’re dripping.”
“Yes,” she whined, hips bucking. “Breed me, boss. I want to feel you deep.”
I slammed into her in one thrust, burying myself balls-deep in her velvet heat. She screamed, back arching, nails digging into my shoulders. I fucked her hard and fast, the bed creaking, her tits bouncing with every brutal snap of my hips. “So fucking tight—gripping me like you were made for this.”
We changed positions—her riding me reverse cowgirl, pink hair bouncing as she slammed down, ass cheeks rippling. I slapped her ass red, watching my cock disappear into her soaked pussy. Then doggy style, her face pressed into the pillows, ass up high while I railed her. “Harder—fuck me harder!”
I pulled out just long enough to flip her again, sliding back in missionary so I could watch her face. Her glasses were crooked, cum still streaked across them. “I’m gonna cum inside you, Jiheon. Fill you up until it leaks out.”
“Do it—creampie me!” she begged.
I exploded deep inside her, hot spurts painting her womb. She clenched around me, milking every drop as her own orgasm ripped through her, pussy fluttering wildly.
But the night was young. After a short breather, I had her on her knees again. This time, she deepthroated me clean, tasting her own juices mixed with mine. I face-fucked her until tears streamed down her cheeks, then pulled out to paint another facial—cum glazing her pink hair and lips. She swallowed what landed in her mouth, licking her lips. “More… I need more.”
I lubed up her tight asshole with her own cream and my spit, easing a finger in first, then two. Jiheon moaned like a whore, pushing back. “Anal? For my birthday? Yes, please—stretch me.”
I pressed my cock against her puckered hole and pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, until I was buried to the hilt in her ass. She was impossibly tight, hotter than her pussy. I fucked her ass with long, deep strokes, reaching around to rub her clit. “Taking my cock in your ass like such a good slut. You love being my personal fucktoy, don’t you?”
“Yes—fuck my ass harder!” she cried, glasses fogging completely now.
I pounded her relentlessly, the slap of skin on skin echoing. When I felt the edge again, I pulled out and flipped her, sliding back into her pussy for a second creampie. “Gonna breed this womb again. Knock you up one day, baby.”
She came screaming, and I flooded her once more, cum overflowing and dripping down her thighs.
We went two more rounds—her sucking me off in the shower, swallowing every drop of a massive load straight from the source, then bending over the bathroom counter for another anal creampie while I whispered filthy breeding promises in her ear. By the time we collapsed into bed around 2 AM, covered in sweat, cum, and each other’s marks, Jiheon was a wrecked, glowing mess. Her pink hair was tangled, body marked with hickeys and handprints, but she curled into my chest with a satisfied sigh.
Three weeks later, the office was quiet again. I was reviewing contracts when the door burst open.
Jiheon came running in, pink hair flying, that same short skirt swishing around her thighs. Her glasses were perched perfectly, but her face was lit up like Christmas morning. In her hand, she held a white plastic stick.
“Baby!” she squealed, slamming the door and locking it. “It’s positive—I’m pregnant!”
My heart stopped, then exploded. I stood up so fast my chair rolled back. “What?”
She practically vaulted over the desk, climbing into my lap and straddling me. I pulled her close, arms wrapping around her waist, kissing her deeply—slow and loving this time, not the frantic hunger from before. Her lips tasted like cherry lip balm, soft and eager. I cupped her face, thumbs brushing her cheeks as I pulled back to look at her.
“You’re serious?” I whispered, voice thick with emotion. My hand slid down to rest on her flat stomach. “We’re having a baby?”
Jiheon nodded, tears of joy sparkling behind her glasses. She held up the pregnancy test—two bright pink lines. “I took it this morning. Three weeks since that filthy night… and all those creampies you gave me.” She giggled, nuzzling my neck. “You really did breed me, baby. Best birthday present ever. I love you so much. I want to do this with you—build a life, raise our baby, keep being your secretary… and your everything.”
I hugged her tighter, kissing her forehead, her nose, her lips again and again. The office faded away. All that mattered was her—my pink-haired goddess, my lover, the mother of my child. “I love you too, Jiheon. More than anything. We’re gonna make this work. I’ll take care of you both. Fuck the world—this is our family now.”
She melted against me, hands in my hair as we kissed slowly, deeply, full of promise and fluff and forever. The pink strands of her hair tickled my face, and for the first time in my life, everything felt perfectly right.
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"Kids, we are out the door in five- get a move on!"
The Seols were hours away from their long-awaited and much-needed vacation, and Mrs. Seol was nervous that she couldn't hear the rolling of her son or daughter's suitcases on the floor upstairs yet. 'It's probably Sullyoon making sure she has every one of her fifteen thousand bathing suits,' thought Mrs. Seol as she checked her watch and went through her carry-on in the kitchen.
She could hear at least one of her children descending the stairs a moment or two later. It was Jae by the sound of it- at around 6'2" and 200 lbs. The solid young man's steps were unmistakable. He didn't need to pack nearly as much, just a bathing suit and warm-weather clothes.
"Rio De Janeiro, here we come!" Jae exclaimed as he rounded the corner to join his mother in the kitchen. His mother thought to herself what a handsome boy he had become, and he looked it in his sweater and jeans, though he'd need to change into something warmer when they arrived.
Jae's aunt had been suckered into one of those time-share sales pitches and ended up with a few weeks in a beautiful Rio beachfront home that they couldn't use. So when they offered a week to Jae's family, the four quickly agreed to take the vacation together. Rio de Janeiro was supposed to be beautiful in February, as opposed to the cold winter winds of the Midwest.
When Jae's dad joined his wife and son in the kitchen, it was time to yell up to Sullyoon once again, from whom came:
"I'm coming!" from Sullyoon in an annoyed tone upstairs.
Sullyoon stopped briefly and grabbed the sexy pair of black-laced panties she thought she might get to show to one of the vacationing boys she hoped to find there. Her brother would inevitably be staying out late banging some dim-witted college girls as she knew him to do; why couldn't she have a little fun?
High school boys can be so frustrating. Sullyoon had thought about giving her cherry to a boy she'd liked a few times, but they'd all disappointed her somehow. Whether bragging to their friends or treating her poorly to look cool, every one of them wasn't worth it. But it was no wonder they pursued her- Sullyoon was a stunner. She had deep brown eyes. She’s been an idol trainee for years now. Sullyoon's thick black hair looked good straightened as she usually wore it or tossed up in a ponytail as it was when she headed downstairs. Her family finally saw her rounding the corner to the kitchen, wearing tight black yoga pants and an equally tight LG Twins t-shirt over her 32C breasts.
"You don't even like LG Twins!" exclaimed Jae as his sister came into view. His eyes widened when he saw how little her outfit left to the imagination.
"Oh, shut up, Oppa!" She got so frustrated with him sometimes. He was always picking on her, and though she sometimes liked it (it was like flirting practice for boys at school or the training facility), he often got on her nerves, like he was now.
Jae couldn't help himself most of the time; she was an easy target. Plus, it enabled him to distance himself in his relationship with his sister. He often felt bad how turned on when Sullyoon's trainee friends came to visit or sleep over. As a senior in college, he wasn't supposed to find their teen bodies and their scantily clad nighttime appearances so arousing. They were close to his sister's age, and she was a battle unto herself.
Sullyoon rarely covered up when at home. Jae had more than once walked in on her naked and brushing her hair in the hall bath, causing her to jump and her tits to jiggle as she shrieked and he mumbled an apology. He was guiltily familiar with the particular shade of pink of his little sister's nipple that showed when her loose-fitting tank top had drooped during a lazy day on the couch. And seeing the sexy brunette's petite frame tanning on their deck with her bikini untied… it was sometimes too much.
So Sullyoon and her brother typically kept each other at a distance, which helped to calm some of the storms that can arise between two stubborn teens living together at home. Sullyoon's mother talked to her once or twice about being more discreet around her brother. However, it still seemed like every other morning that he was seeing her cute pussy lips peeking out at him as she bent over to put makeup on in the mirror and he swung open the un-closed bathroom door.
Once or twice, Jae had slipped into the unwitting fantasy of closing that bathroom door behind him and teaching Sullyoon a lesson or two about being naked around him, but his senses got the better of him. More than twice, he'd found visions of her swimming around in his head as he released a little pent-up steam in bed at night, but those he shook as soon as he realized their presence.
And so, Jae did as he usually did when Sullyoon's tight ass had him wound up: he pushed the thought from his head, figuring that any 18-year-old with yoga pants hugging her cheeks the way Sullyoon's did would have his cock hardening the way it now was. His hardness made another appearance on the plane when Sullyoon's t-shirt rode up as she slept against the window, looking adorable. He gazed at her flat white tummy before pulling the shirt down undetected. Brat or not, he didn't want the young guy in the next row checking out his little sister any more than he already was.
The family completed their travels about six hours after leaving the kitchen together and were tired. That long trip, cooped up in an airline seat or the back of the uncomfortable resort bus, left all four family members longing for a nap before they arrived in the early afternoon. Sullyoon was the first to go for it after they'd ooo-ed and ahhhh-ed over the beauty of their temporary home. She pulled her t-shirt over her head as she sauntered down the hallway, revealing a comfortable cotton bra that Jae's eyes couldn't miss before she closed the door behind her and laid down on the soft bed.
Jae went to his bedroom and dozed off to the image of his sister's backside burned into his eyelids: her wiry arms prying the skin-tight cotton tee off her body and the flexing of her beautiful back as she lifted her arms over her head… it simply wouldn't leave him until he was fast asleep. Even then it was Sullyoon's body that pervaded his dreams as he napped, his little sister causing his cock to stand at attention for the better part of an hour or two before:
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Jae rubbed his eyes and let out a yawning mumble. "Yeah, I'll be there in a minute!"
"Come on, sleepyhead," squealed his sister.
Jae got out of bed and went to the door. His sister didn't seem like she would let up until he showed her he was out of bed. When he came to the door and cracked it open so light streamed onto his face, his little sister stood there at the threshold with her hip cocked, looking hot as ever. She was all prepped and ready to go, hair pulled back with sunglasses atop it, a yellow spaghetti-strap top holding up her beautiful rack, and jean shorts so short he could see the pockets peeking from below the tattered hem. She had been working on her skin leading up to the vacation, making every inch of exposed skin a magnet for her brother's eyes.
'What the hell, man!' Jae thought as he rubbed sleep from his eyes, 'We've only been here an hour or two, and you're already gawkin' your sis!' Jae had suspected Sullyoon was going to be showing off a bit when they got on vacation; she was starting to develop that curiousness that high-school girls as pretty as her did when boys were checking her out everywhere she went. He didn't expect to be one of those guys himself, but it was happening regardless. Thoughts wandering, he readied himself, and by the time he emerged, his family was already walking out the door.
"Where are we headed anyway?" Jae called after his mom as he closed the front door behind him.
"Well," she replied, "since we always wait to go into town 'til the last day, and your father and I explored the grounds while you two were wasting time napping, we figured we'd see what downtown has to offer."
Jae and his sister beamed at her suggestion; they both figured they'd be more likely to find a cute boy or girl there than at the resort. But Jae found one sooner than that; on the bus to the town's main street, a desirable-looking brunette caught Jae's eye and seemed to be sitting alone. Jae got up from his seat and approached her; he'd only just sat down next to Sullyoon, and he figured she wouldn't mind. He cracked a joke and politely asked to join her, and before long, the two of them were smiling and chatting like old friends.
Sullyoon did mind, however. Jae's new seat had left her feeling awkwardly alone. Her parents in the row in front of them were flirting in that weird way they sometimes did, making Sullyoon want to gag. Instead, she turned her head and decided to get a better look at the girl Jae had found.
'That's just like him,' she thought with a twinge of anger. But it wasn't anger that struck her as she eyed up the new flavor of the week; it was jealousy that caused her to start comparing the brunette's attributes to hers. 'My tits are better than hers,' she thought begrudgingly, her hands made their way to her breasts, feeling them to be sure. 'And she's not in shape at all,' she kept spinning. By the time they arrived downtown, she had analyzed every part of the girl without realizing it and was sure she was prettier. But then, like her brother, she had to scold herself for getting so worked up over her brother's new friend. Sullyoon thought maybe she just needed something to eat to cure her crankiness.
But her wrath didn't stop there, or at the dirty look she gave the new girl as she stood giggling with her brother as they stepped off the bus. Jae's parents were prepared to give him a minute as they checked out downtown, and then maybe let him go off alone, but Sullyoon had no such plans.
"Daaaaddd, I want to try on some clothes. Can you ask Oppa to come with me?"
"Honey, he's busy. I'm not going to interrupt him while he's talking to his new friend," her father replied. "Just come with your mother and me to this art gallery, and then we'll go wherever you want.
"No way, I know how long I could end up looking at some silly painting with you two! I'll just go alone."
"Oh no you don't, Sullyoon," he retorted immediately, but she was already headed away from him and pretended not to hear. Her father then called after her: "You can't go anywhere around here alone!" But it was no use; she was cranky, and he knew she wouldn't listen to him when she acted like that. So Mr. Seol, with a sorrowful look on his face, interrupted his son's conversation with the pretty girl and explained he'd need to run after his sister and be her bodyguard until she came around. Jae huffed and hawed, but in a few seconds, he'd agreed to meet Emily, whose name he'd just learned, and took off after his sister later that night.
"Sullyoon, wait up!" He said, as he was about 30 feet behind her. She was about to turn the corner, so he hustled and caught up.
"What's gotten into you, Sullyoon? Why didn't you answer me? I know you heard me," Jae asked as he grabbed her arm, and she finally stopped her long strides.
"Well, excuse me; I didn't think it could be you calling me. You were so busy with that skanky-looking girl you met on the bus; I didn't think you'd have found the time to come after me."
Sullyoon nearly winced as she said the words. She realized as they came out that they were a bit harsh, and she shouldn't be acting so jealous; it was only her brother, after all. She looked up at him, her eyes fixed on her feet. After that outburst, Jae didn't see a scowl as he'd expected but a hesitant smile. He knew the look well; it was always his favorite way of avoiding a fight with her. So he put on a big smile, and Sullyoon giggled as always when she realized she was being crabby.
"Let's get you something to eat," Jae said as he took her hand, and they turned back in the direction Sullyoon had been heading. "But don't think I'm going to sit around while you try on ten thousand hats like we did in Mexico."
Sullyoon laughed as she remembered it, happy that her brother had joined her and left the bimbo who'd been stealing all his attention. She didn't like to admit it, but even though she and her brother had the occasional explosive fight, there was nothing like a good laugh with him; it cheered her up immediately.
Before long, the two siblings casually rambled the streets of the admittedly dingy town, though the delicious pastry Sullyoon was snacking on was a wonder. As she felt the sugary sweetness touch her lips for the first time, she began to feel better; or maybe her brother's arm around her did it. She could see why girls liked him. He was handsome and intelligent, and he was so good at making her feel the way she did now: happy. At a sleepover one night, one of her friends had suggested that Jae looked like Won Bin, and though she'd said she didn't see it, she had probably watched every movie he'd been in twice since. Once again, she felt grateful she'd pried him away from the other girl.
So they went on, walking and talking with Jae poking fun at Sullyoon for the pockets of her jean-shorts showing and Sullyoon clinging to her brother's arm like a child. At one point, with his arm wrapped around her, Jae felt the hem of her shirt rise, and his hand fell upon bare skin. He knew he should have moved it, but when Sullyoon said nothing, he decided against it. Besides, it was an innocent touch, like the way his fingers moved all by themselves and pried at the waist of her shorts daringly. He must have just been feeling a bit turned on by the girl his sister had successfully twat-blocked him from.
They stopped in a few interesting-looking stores; Sullyoon tried on a hat at one of them to get a rise out of her brother, and the shopkeeper threw them out when they bumped into a display as he grabbed it from her head. At one point, Sullyoon convinced her brother to come into a store with all kinds of clothing displayed outside. He sighed and ducked under a low-hanging wind-chime as he followed his sister into the store. She pranced a bit, looking at this and that before going to the changing room to try something on.
Jae had his back turned when Sullyoon came out.
"What do you think?" She said as Jae turned to face her. She stood posing in the same jean shorts but an entirely different top. It looked to be knitted, probably by the woman standing at the entrance to the store, and it wasn't quite opaque. It didn't cover half of her upper body, stopping halfway up her abdomen. He could see tiny gaps in the woven fabric throughout, with Sullyoon's chest peeking at him. When he noticed the darker pink circles atop her perky breasts, he looked away.
"Sullyoon, I think I can see too much through that!" He exclaimed.
"Oh, settle down, you dog, I'll wear something underneath it, I just want your opinion."
"It looks real nice, Sullyoon," Jae assured, looking at her sideways.
His eyes stopped momentarily, and Sullyoon looked down to see what he saw. One of her nipples had found its way through the fabric and was poking through clearly. She shrugged her shoulders and said:
"Ooops, maybe you're right," she said, twitching a bit as she tucked the nub beneath the fabric and closed the door to the changing room. She felt a bit naughty revealing herself like that to her brother, but it wasn't that different from what he got at home- this time was just a bit more… apparent, she supposed.
"Alright already," she called to him, having redressed herself and emerged from the changing room. You can look now, Oppa." She gave him a snooty look and walked to the door to pay for her new shirt. Jae noticed immediately that she had folded her yellow top halfway up and under, and his wide eyes gave him away.
"Jeez, what are you, my dad?" She probed him, "It's hot out here and unless you want to see me sweating, I'm going to fold up my damn shirt."
"Wow, okay," he said, backing off. I was just worried the midriff monster had gotten to you in the changing room."
"Ugh," she breathed, leaving the store with her cute new purchase. She couldn't wait to try it on later.
They kept on roaming about until Jae finally said, "We should probably think about heading back. It's got to be two hours since we left Mom and Dad."
Sullyoon didn't look pleased, but she agreed, and they returned and met their parents. However, as they returned, something caught Sullyoon's eye. Down a side street, beyond a dark stretch of road, there was a sign that said simply "ANTIQUES," and it was probably a hundred feet from anything resembling a store. 'What an odd place for an antique store,' she thought inwardly, 'and that is the first sign I've seen in a while written in English,' her brain hinted. She felt oddly drawn toward it.
"Oppa, come on, check this out," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him off their intended path.
"What is it now, Seol Yoona?" Jae called her by her full name.
"Look at this place! Why do you think it's so far from everything else?" she said with childlike wonder. It was cute, and Jae decided against raining on her parade, instead following her lead, even if the alley did give him the creeps.
They passed a few doors to what were probably garages on the other side and an abandoned old barber shop before they were standing beneath the buzzing, neon sign. The window panes were cloudy, and the inside was only dimly lit, but he had to admit- it was intriguing. Jae was content to just look through the storefront, but Sullyoon would have none of it, and once again, he was treated with a view of her denim-hugged behind as she pranced into the store.
"Greetings, children…" Jae practically jumped as the old woman sitting behind a very old-looking desk spoke to them. Her face was only lit by a small desk lamp, but it didn't look pretty. It looked exactly as he might have expected, like the croaking voice from her old, dry lips.
"What can I help you with, my dear?" asked the old woman in the direction of his sister.
The place may have creeped Jae out, but Sullyoon, as was her nature, seemed entirely unfazed.
"Oh, nothing," she beamed. We're just bored, and we saw your shop from way down the street."
"Ahh yes," croaked the old lady. Many years ago, this was the busiest street in town, but not anymore. Perhaps I can find something to cure your boredom, young girl. Why don't you and your boyfriend follow me?"
Jae was about to protest, but Sullyoon gave him a look suggesting he should just let that one slide. So they followed the old woman back into the shop, into a small alcove created by three enormous armoires, each with hundreds of tiny drawers. A small, square window above them cast dim light on a table directly in the center of the alcove; dust particles lingered listlessly in the air.
Sullyoon turned to her brother with an excited grin; perhaps Sullyoon had finally led him somewhere that didn't involve pastel colors or pretty beads this time. The two siblings waited anxiously as the old woman fumbled through a few drawers near the middle of one armoire.
The old woman drew three glass vials out of the drawers she'd chosen. Each held a liquid of slightly different color, with a thick, syrupy appearance.
"Bored, you say?" she asked. "Try one of these, and I promise all your boredom will melt away! Place three drops of this green elixir in a cup of tea before bed, and you'll find your dreams utterly at your control. " As she described it, she held the vial to the light, and the two Seol children found their eyes glued to it. "A touch of this red one to your tongue, and you'll find any food tastes one thousand times better, if only for a few moments.
Once again, she held it to the light, and their eyes fixed on the pearlescent appearance of the liquid. Sullyoon was positively speechless, but the reasonable side of Jae finally found himself wondering how much the old coot would charge for what was probably sugar-water as she set the second vial beside the first.
The old lady hesitated, looking down at the last vial in her hands. It was much smaller than the first two, with a pretty crystal stopper and a jet black liquid inside.
"What does that one do?" Sullyoon questioned her impatiently.
The old lady didn't answer, looking up at the two young ones before her and then back at the vial in her withered palm. "My dear, who did you say you two were again? I can be very forgetful. "
When Sullyoon didn't speak up, Jae quickly said, "We're brother and sister, and we're here with our parents, staying at a resort near the coast."
"How nice," replied the old woman, closing her bony fingers over the vial. Then perhaps I have just the thing for you." She quickly rustled through the drawer nearest her and pulled from it a vessel just like the other two sitting on the table. She put the smaller vial back in its original drawer, except she inserted a key into the tiny lock above its numbered plate and turned it to seal the drawer shut.
"But wait!" cried Sullyoon. "You didn't tell us what that one did!"
"Sorry, my dear, but this one's not for sale."
Sullyoon didn't look pleased with her answer, but when the old woman denied her access to it again as she described the third potion, Sullyoon seemed to drop it. This blue liquid could let them hold their breath underwater for up to ten minutes- one use only. Jae was starting to feel claustrophobic in the tiny antiques shop, and he needed to hurry them along.
"How much for all three?" he queried.
"Because you two have brightened an old woman's day, how about… fifty real. That's twenty-five dollars if you have it."
Jae was surprised and eagerly paid the old lady after following her to the front of the store with his little sister in toe. As they made their way to the desk, Jae saw the old lady hang the key on a tiny nail that had been tapped into the side of one chest of drawers. He hoped his sister didn't get any ideas, but when he reached behind him to grab his wallet and didn't see his sister there as well, he was almost certain she had.
"Excuse me, ma'am, I may have dropped my cell phone back there. Do you mind if I go back and grab it?" He asked politely, handing her some folded bills from his wallet. The old lady permitted him with the wave of a hand to mumble something about kids and their cell phones before rustling through her money box to make change. Jae ducked around to the back of the store in a flash, but not fast enough to catch Sullyoon before she'd already gotten up to no good.
The key was missing from its hanging spot. It was hanging from the keyhole in the drawer he'd hoped it wasn't. Sullyoon was turned away from him, holding up the flask to the light like the elderly woman had done before.
"Sullyoon," he whispered, coming to her side to scold her.
He saw his sister jump, and before he knew it, the tiny vial had slipped from her hands and crashed down upon the wooden tabletop. As soon as it landed, the liquid disappeared in a puff of fragrant smoke. It smelled… wonderful. Was that hazelnut, his favorite flavor? Or was it lavender, like the body wash he so often smelled on Sullyoon fresh out of the shower?
Sullyoon took in the scent, too, distracted from the enormous mistake she'd just made. The smoke snaked into her nostrils and filled her with the scent of…. Mmmm… the pine trees she'd smelled on the mountaintop in Colorado last year when the family had gone skiing, but there was also the scent of old leather, like that of the boxing gloves and bag she loved watching her brother use to work out.
"Okay, my dears, I've wrapped your purchases up as best I could. I hope you enjo……" As the old woman turned the corner and saw the two siblings standing over the broken flask, she knew exactly what had happened. She cursed herself for leaving the key in its usual spot. She should have known that the curious brunette wouldn't leave it alone.
"Out with you! OUT!" she cried. “You don't know what you've done. I TOLD YOU IT WASN'T FOR SALE."
Jae grabbed his sister's hand and pulled her past the old woman with a stammering apology. In a few seconds, he'd whisked his little sister through the store and out the front, her thick black hair trailing behind her as they went. They had to leave their potions behind. He doubted they'd have worked anyway. The old woman called after them as Jae and Sullyoon galloped down the street.
"FOOLS, CARELESS LITTLE FOOLS THE BOTH OF YOU!" she squawked, coughing after the effort.
She may have said something else, but neither of the two could distinguish it as they emerged from the alley. Jae thought he heard her say, " Get far away from each other," halfway through her sentence, but that couldn't have been it. Sullyoon bent at the waist to catch her breath, and Jae put a hand on her lower back. They both laughed and laughed; it had indeed turned out to be an interesting morning.
"I can't believe you just did that, Sullyoon," he shot at her, still giggling. “What if that old witch had put a hex on you?" he joked.
"Didn't I say we should go down that street!" she beamed proudly. "But we have to go back for our potions!"
"Come on, Sullyoon, you don't believe any of that nonsense, do you?"
Sullyoon bumped him with her hip and reluctantly sided with him as they headed back toward the center of town. But even as she agreed with her brother, his hand upon her waist felt slightly different; perhaps it was just the fact that she'd rolled up her shirt, and his strong palm was now completely upon her bare flesh.
No, that wasn't it. As she walked along, her head began to feel light, her body almost weightless. She stopped walking and put a hand to her head. Even before he spoke, she could sense him there, her big brother questioning, "Sullyoon, is everything okay?"
"Yeah, Oppa, I'm fine, just a little winded from our escape."
"Looks like someone needs to work out a little more," he mocked, then surprised her by spanking her butt daringly. She wasn't sure why she didn't lash out at him; she usually would have.
The place where he'd touched her on her butt cheek felt sensitive, ticklish almost as she started walking again. She nuzzled closer to her brother, not knowing that the potion was working despite her.
But whatever it was, it hadn't hit Jae yet, as he was bigger and more complex to dose. However, he couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of his arm wrapped around his little sister's taut abdomen. He had, at times, admired how strong she kept her core. He'd seen it so many times when she came home from the gym, always looking incredible in her sports bra and tiny workout shorts.
But after probably ten more steps, he began to feel it too, whether he knew it or not. His fingers depressed into Sullyoon's soft side on their own, stretching as if to gather more flesh. When she stopped to catch her breath and his hand slid from her, Jae suddenly wished he could put it back. He watched her as she leaned against the wall and looked away from him.
Sullyoon was feeling a bit frightened by it, by the sudden feelings she could only describe as horniness. But it wasn't for just anyone; it was for the attractive young man now touching her cheek to calm her down. He could tell by her breathing that she was wound up about something, but he could not have seen the kiss coming as he turned her face to his.
It was a hungry kiss, and Sullyoon stole a few seconds before Jae pulled away.
"Sullyoon! What do you think you're doing?" He asked, the potion still fighting to control him.
But Sullyoon didn't answer him. She looked at him lustfully, similar to how he'd seen her look when she was inspecting the potion that was now working its way through their bodies. And she stayed there against the wall, turning so both her shoulder blades made contact with the cool brick wall. She arched her lithe body so her hips met her brother's; he was standing entirely too close.
And then, as if on their own, Jae's hands found the exposed sides of Sullyoon's abdomen as it thrust toward him. He leaned into her, his front lining up with Sullyoon's as his hands got bolder. At first, they squeezed at her flexed abs, marveling at their remarkable firmness. But within seconds, they had jumped to her breasts, those fabulous globes he'd been denying himself looks at for years. When they landed there, his lips were magnetized to Sullyoon's, and they locked again in a feverish kiss, this time with both of them on board.
With their lips mashed and their tongues entwined, the two siblings felt each other in ways no sibling is supposed to, which was terrific. Sullyoon's tits, covered only by the tiny spaghetti strap shirt, felt glorious in her brother's hands. He massaged them and pinched at her nipples through the cotton. Sullyoon moaned into her brother's mouth.
"Oh God, Sullyoon," Jae said, pulling away from their kiss a few inches. What are we doing?"
Again, Sullyoon didn't speak; she just stared into his eyes as he kept his hands motionless atop her breasts. Sullyoon's gave Jae's cock, hardened since their first kiss, one more push with her hips and Jae flinched with a hopeless look on his face. Wordlessly, the pretty little brunette descended slowly to her knees, and though it was her first time, she gracefully opened her brother's pants and reached inside.
It was all happening too fast. Jae had not but a few seconds to interrupt his sister's actions, and when he felt her tiny hand wrap around his shaft, the decision was made for him. He could only watch… watch as Sullyoon worked his dick through his pants and out into the open. He could only watch as she admired it, pointing directly at her mouth and within seconds -- engulfed it.
Sullyoon choked a little bit as she took her brother's hard length into her mouth. It was warm and so thick that she had to open wide to fit it. After sucking gently at the first few inches of him, she took Jae's tip to her pursed lips and kissed it, following the peck with the lapping of her tongue. Her saliva coated him, and when she was satisfied with his shiny helmet, she looked up at him and locked his gaze. Slowly, she pressed his tip through her lips and into her mouth. She kept going though, and before long she had taken half of his cock into her mouth, eyes still holding his.
She pressed a bit further and felt him make contact with the back of her throat. Sullyoon gagged and withdrew, and once she had slipped him from her mouth again, she smiled proudly at how her brother was enjoying the treatment. So she continued it, sucking and bobbing her head toward the base of his cock. Jae looked around; his sister was blowing him in the middle of a side street, and he could hear people moving about in the town square nearby.
Somewhere a street performer strummed a guitar, but the sound was far overpowered by that of his sister slurping at his penis in her mouth. This continued briefly, but Jae wished it would never end. His worries of being discovered melted away with each following plunge of his little sister's mouth around his cock.
Sullyoon could have stayed like that until he released a big load into her mouth, feeling as if she'd enjoy the taste of him on her tongue. But it was not to be, for Jae pulled her to her feet and was kissing her once more before she even had time to catch her breath. The elixir finally coursed through him from head to toe, and Jae had but one mission. He took the bottom of Sullyoon's folded shirt in his fingers and pried it over her head.
Her breasts jiggled free, defying gravity as she held her arms over her head with her beautiful pink nipples standing at attention. He put a hand against one and another to the button at the waist of her tiny jean shorts. In less than a second, he had them unbuckled, and his free hand was pushing both shorts and panties down his sister's long, fit legs. They bunched at the bottom, and Jae could see that Sullyoon had been wearing yellow cotton panties to match her top, now bunched beneath them on the cobblestones.
It didn't take much for Sullyoon to push her brother's pants down the rest of the way, and then they both stood there in the street, brother and sister, naked as the day they were born and about to fuck.
Jae looked around, not out of the fear they'd be discovered but in search for somewhere to fuck his sister correctly. An abandoned food cart with an old piece of canvas thrown over it provided the perfect spot. So strong as he was, Jae lifted the naked little brunette, and she wrapped her legs around him. They kissed in their standing position, with Jae's cock pressed firmly against his sister's dripping pussy while they did. Slowly, he moved her over to the spot, not wanting to disrupt her eager playfulness as she nibbled on his lips and tongue.
Her soft cheeks touched the canvas, and Jae set her weight down upon the cart hastily, eager for what would come next.
They both paused.
Jae's rod pointed directly toward the place they both wanted it: inside Sullyoon's inviting little pussy, and soon. With one last ounce of resistance shown upon each sibling's face, Jae looked down to see what he was about to do, the incest he was about to commit with his little sister. He gazed up at Sullyoon; her beautiful body was sprawled out in front of him with her pink pussy waiting for him to push passed her puffy lips and take it. Two bystanders down the road walked by and saw them. One looked twice at what was going on down the street and quickly gossiped to a woman walking alongside. Jae felt a pang of guilt along with the heat of his sister's opening when his tip touched against it.
"Oppa… be gentle, I'm a virgin."
That did it. If there was any hope of stopping before, his sister's sweet words, both revealing her secret and inviting him to wash it away, had him entering her without another word.
His head split her tiny lips.
"Ohhh Oppa….unhhhhhhh," gasped Sullyoon.
He continued pushing into her ever so slowly, encountering resistance.
"Sullyoon, take my hand. This might hurt a little," her brother warned her. She wrapped her fingers around his, and Jae's other hand supported his little sister's back. He knew they may have onlookers, but taking his sister's virginity seemed much more important to him then. He urged forward, feeling her hymen give. Jae saw the teen wince in pain as the incestuous penetration took place. She squirmed underneath him, wiggling about his impaling cock.
Further he went; another person had slowed to see what was going on by the abandoned cart, though it is evident once Sullyoon let out an adorable squeal. Her brother had only just breached her hymen, and she felt complete. Sullyoon couldn't see the onlooker, but it wouldn't have made any difference to her; she was fixed on being manhandled by her big brother and had no plans to turn back. Jae might have done something differently if the potion hadn't tossed his inhibitions to the wind.
"Are you okay, Sullyoon? Do you want me to take it out?" Jae asked, his voice laden with compassion. Sullyoon settled down a bit.
"No!" she quickly replied, feeling him withdraw a fraction of an inch. He stopped immediately, "I only need a second….mmmmmmn….. owwwww… It's just huge, Oppa…"
Halfway buried in his sister's pussy, Jae was afforded a second to gather his thoughts. Something had changed between them, and he was almost sure the old woman had not been brewing sugar-water in her dank old store. But the earlier feelings of guilt weren't there anymore, and despite that he knew he shouldn't currently be immersed in his little sister's quim, it didn't change the fact that he loved the feeling and wanted more. He had only entered her by an inch, and she already felt unfathomably tight.
"Okay, Oppa, go slow," Sullyoon begged. Her brother smiled at the pet name she sometimes used and snapped back to the reality that was his sister asking him to start fucking her again.
They both looked down at Jae's shaft, half buried in Sullyoon's pussy and ready to go all the way. He began to push more of it into her, so slowly that Jae could feel his patience being tested. What he wanted to do was to feel Sullyoon's legs wrapped around him as he drove into her with satisfying and forceful thrusts, but it would have to wait. Sullyoon's face still showed that her body was adapting to Jae's size, and though he could see her enjoying it, he didn't want to ruin the moment. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her, distracting her as he sank the rest of his cock slowly into her.
The anxious eighteen-year-old felt her worries subside as her brother penetrated her, relieved that the pain of losing her cherry had not been too great.
Jae was planted there, kissing his little sister with their hips connected below. Sullyoon couldn't control her breathing from the unfamiliar feeling of being filled so profoundly; her entire abdomen had expanded along the length of his cock within. She was unfathomably wet, wetter than any girl Jae had been with before. His hand cupped her face as her eyes widened due to the intense feeling of her brother's entirely invading member.
"Mmmmnnnhhh," she moaned into his open lips.
His tongue teased her big, red lips; he could taste the strawberry chapstick she always wore on them. Jae savored the kiss as he slowly withdrew his cock and Sullyoon moaned again. Thankfully, her lithe little body had prepared her teenage tunnel for her brother's cock with her wetness, for it hurt her far less than she'd imagined. She was eager for her brother to sink into her again when he said:
"Are you sure you're okay, Sullyoon? I don't want to hurt you."
She nibbled at his lower lip and then pecked a few quick kisses on him with pursed lips; Jae loved how she played with him.
"I'm sure Oppa, you can fuck me now I think," she replied, pulling away from his face and wearing a naughty, come-hither grin.
Jae would never have admitted it until the potion came along, but his gorgeous sister frequently visited his dreams, sometimes in the very position she now lay. He couldn't have even dreamed, however, of taking Sullyoon's virginity, a thought which made the next thrust into her all the sweeter.
Suddenly filling her in one deliberate thrust, Sullyoon truly experienced the feeling of being fucked by her brother. As his shaft slid between the squeezing walls of her pussy, she could feel a tingle run all through her body and cause her mind to flood with light-headed bliss temporarily. When he bottomed out in her, and his head had reached further into her than she thought possible, her vision blurred.
"Ohhmygodd Oppa, keep going…mnhhh…. do it again," she encouraged him.
Withdrawing, he instinctively palmed the hipbones of his eighteen-year-old sister's tiny waist. As he'd wished, he could feel his sister's soft soles waiting for him to pull out before urging him back in. They watched, entranced, as the shaft revealed more and more until her clinging pink lips released her brother's tip. It looked glistening wet.
Sullyoon drew a breath to ready herself, and Jae dove back into her at a needier pace. Now that he had been inside his little sister Sullyoon once, no twice… he had to be snugly inserted again. He wanted to bury deep into her and hear her squeal with delight as he tickled her more than he ever had during the wrestling matches they still got into that day.
And when he did, she rewarded him with that and more:
"Ohhh, Ohhfuck --" she winced, "OhhhhmyGoddd!" He had reached somewhere that made his little sister writhe upon his deeply penetrated rod. "Keep fucking me like that Oppa," she spoke on as he hesitated, buried inside her. "I can't believe my brother is taking my cherry, and it feels… mnhh… this good."
Jae pulled out of the little brunette and sank into her again, and again, and again- it was precisely what Sullyoon wanted. Before long, he had worked them both into a tangle of pawing and touching and attempted to urge Jae deeper into her if possible.
The sun only struck the wall across the street about a quarter of the way down, and they may have been in shadow, but a small group had stopped walking momentarily to be sure they were seeing what they thought they saw. Sullyoon didn't hear them until a younger woman in the group giggled aloud, but as she saw them and then looked back at her brother, she pleaded in the cutest way she could muster:
"Don't stop," he thrust into her again, "please" she whispered as her brother's thudded against her mound and her tits shook, "don't you stop." Her puppy dog eyes shone brightly.
He didn't. Jae felt as Sullyoon did: that the forbidden nature of their lovemaking was only made more exciting because they were doing it on the street, where anyone could see them. For all they knew, their parents could walk past that street by chance and see Sullyoon and Jae locked in a loving embrace.
"What if our dad came walking around that corner… ooooouhhh….huh, Oppa?" He slid in and out as she goaded him, "what if he saw his little virgin, his naughty little girl…..uhhhhh…..fucking her big brother?"
Jae felt his cock swell with excitement, he'd never heard Sullyoon talk like this, he thought. Maybe he'd heard her say the word 'dick' on the phone with a girlfriend once or twice, but to listen to her talking dirty like that made him fear he might cum right there in her tight pussy.
"He might see me cum inside you then… ughh…. Sullyoon, you're so tight, baby. I don't know how long I can hold on."
"Ummmm…it's…ouhhh… It's okay, Oppa….I'm on birth control…" She sounded unconvincing and looked away from him as if to avoid eye contact. He wasn't positive, but he was pretty sure she was smiling.
"Sullyoon, you're lying, aren't you? " he asked. She put her finger to her lip and nibbled at it naughtily.
"No, I'm not…. Uhhhhh….. don't worry, you can put all your big brother cum in me Oppa…." She was looking at him through sultry, dazzling eyes.
"Sullyoon, I can't…" he couldn't help but slide his cock into her one more and continue, "you're only eighteen…and you want to be an idol…we aren't using protection."
The potion may have helped them get there, but it was Jae's innocent little sister who, now having felt her brother's big cock inside her, wanted nothing but to feel him fill her with his forbidden cum. She knew she was ripe to find herself knocked up by her brother, but the thought only excited her. In her mind's eye she saw her brother fucking her from behind as she stood standing against the wall, waiting until he shot up into her carelessly. So in reality, as her brother withdrew from her once more, she moved a foot to his pelvis to stop him from skewering her again and to let her get up.
Jae watched in awe as his little sister sat up, her abs flexing beautifully, and hopped down from the cart. She walked to the nearby wall and stood with her legs spread apart slightly so he knew exactly where to put his feet. Just like the image in her head, Jae immediately put his hands on her body, caressing her sides before taking her hanging breasts in his hands. They were incredibly soft, their weight hanging down into his greedy palms.
But nothing felt as good as that of his cock head making contact with Sullyoon's taut, young opening once more. Jae positioned his tip correctly and pushed into his beautiful, teenage sister, hearing her gasp. As he slid upward into her, the feeling satisfied her dreams more than she could have possibly imagined. It was somehow different, standing in front of her brother, completely naked and completely at his mercy.
He'd been worried just before that, and Sullyoon wanted to put him at ease:
"Your bad little sis wants you to fill her up with your sticky cu, Oppa," Sullyoon said pressing her cute butt back toward her brother to urge his cock into her and then out again as she provoked him, "Don't you wanna cum inside me big brother?…..mnnnnghhhhh."
Jae met her hips with his own, a quiet clapping of their flesh emitting from his hastened tempo. He couldn't see them, but the feeling of her glorious tits in his hands, the scent of her thick, dark hair from behind, and the smoothness of her skin had him mesmerized. He could only fuck her harder as he marveled in the beauty of her, in the freckles that kissed her shoulders and the bead of sweat rolling down the flexed arch in her back.
"Fuck me Oppa…. Fuck me just like that….ohhgod…"
What was the feeling that had suddenly rushed upon her? All at once, she felt short of breath and light headed. Jae could feel her relying on him to hold her up as he thrust into her. Her insides clamped down upon him, and he knew what was happening. Sullyoon was confused and yet deeply enjoying the feeling of her brother fucking her from behind.
"What is…..oohohooo Oppa… I can't breathe….. ughhh I feel like I'm gonna…. ooohhh."
Jae pushed her hair across her neck as he cleared a space to kiss her tender skin. He laid one on her, warm and loving, and another, moving closer to her ear. Sullyoon was trying to quiet her cries as her brother manhandled her and impaled her from behind with his enormous member.
As she felt his kisses and finally his teeth nibbling at her ear, her body exploded with sensation. It coursed through her veins and flushed from her all but the feeling of her brother's rod. Her pussy clamped down even harder, impossibly tight upon him, and try as he might he couldn't contain himself any longer. With only one more withdrawal from his squirming and panting sister, her taut channel had him releasing a first, deep jet of sperm as soon as he had pushed inside her.
"Ohhhhhwwwuuuu…" She howled adorably.
Jae hugged her body tight and tried to keep kissing her. He pumped rope after rope of cum into her fertile womb, so much that she could feel its plentiful warmth inside of her. Jae's whole body buzzed. He lost himself in a wonderful trance caused by the triumph of breeding his amazing little sister.
Sullyoon kept quivering long after the last powerful pump of sperm had left her brother's cock. He dared slide an inch or so out and into her, once so that she shivered and again so she whined at the utter sensitivity of her inner walls. He kept doing it, though it was excruciatingly pleasurable to them both, feeling their combined fluids trickling out around his penetrating staff.
"OhmygodSTOP! I can't take it!" Sullyoon screamed, looking back at him incredulously. She had not yet come all the way down from her heart-wrenching orgasm and couldn't handle any more. He still felt so enormous inside of her that she wondered if she'd ever recover. Yet she managed to survive even that of her brother's last heedless penetration into her before he finally came to rest.
She let loose the same smile she'd revealed after her fake-mad tantrum earlier that day, except this one meant a lot more.
"We're bad, Oppa," she said, feeling his cock starting to soften inside of her. "I can't believe you came in your own sister's pussy!" Suddenly, she sounded condemnatory.
"Sullyoon, I thought you said…" but she cut him off:
"Shhh, Oppa, I'll give you a pass if you do it again before we go back and find Mom and Dad."
His eyes shot to hers; she had finally slid him out of her (though she had to stand on her tiptoes to do it) and was turned to face him. Sullyoon reached down and took his shaft in her dainty hands; it stopped softening immediately. Jae looked down to see her glistening body, with her round breasts and the most perfect frame he'd ever laid eyes or hands on. He knew then that he'd never say no again.
Sullyoon kissed her brother so passionately and deeply, standing there in his arms, that he knew their tryst hadn't been all the elixir's doing. Her prying lips and fumbling hands told him how badly she'd wanted him. Jae returned the sentiment, satisfying his little sis with his hands over her bare skin. The few tender moments allowed both Jae and Sullyoon to recover, and before long, he could tell that his little eighteen-year-old wanted him again.
Jae picked her up by the hips and within moments was fucking her recklessly against the wall. The brick was rough on her naked back, but she'd cared only for the feeling of being fucked again by her brother. The cum from their lovemaking minutes earlier only eased the rhythmic immersion of Jae's cock into his beautiful little sister.
He humped her against the wall until he could hold her no longer, and then she sat him atop the crate and rode him until they both came again. She thought he might not have it in him, but as she felt another surprising amount of her brother's sperm pumping into her and increasing their risk, she knew she'd been wrong.
After God knows how long, the two siblings had somehow gathered themselves enough to try and find their parents. Jae had to smooth back some of Sullyoon's tussled hair, and once, Sullyoon had to check to be sure her dad wouldn't see a trail of her brother's gleaming spunk coming from the place he'd left it and showing outside her miniature jean shorts. When they finally met back up with their parents, they heard:
"Kids! We've been looking all over for you; we were starting to get worried," said their mom, hugging as they reunited.
"No reason to worry, we were doing great alone," Jae replied
"Oh yeah?" asked his mom. "What did you two get up to today?"
"Only naughty stuff," Sullyoon said, sounding sarcastic. The look she flashed him, undetected by their oblivious parents, said she knew exactly what she'd meant.
"Ha-ha," finished her brother. She meant that we might have gotten shooed away from a hat store for horse-playing, but we found plenty of things to fill our day.
Sullyoon's eyes lit a little, and she giggled: "Yeah, mom and dad, Oppa helped fill up my day. He's really good at it!"
"I'm glad to hear it, you two," said their dad. For a second there, Jae, I thought you were going to have your hands full with Sullyoon in the mood she was in."
They both chortled a bit, but their parents figured they were finally getting along; they didn't know how full their son's hands indeed had been.
"Yeah, I was in a great mood today for some reason," Sullyoon went on as her brother's gaze begged her not to say anything bolder. "Hopefully, Oppa can help me have a day like this every day this week!"
Jae's imagination ran wild for a few seconds as he thought of all the ways he wanted to explore the perfect little teenager's body. The potion had long since worn off by then. Its effects had genuinely gone by the second time they made love, but it left behind something far more significant. Having broken through the taboo of fucking their sibling, the potion had allowed Jae and Sullyoon to take what they'd been denied all along. Neither of the loving siblings could wait to be alone again so they could once again fuck each other senseless.
As Sullyoon strode along and walked next to her dad, bouncing and glancing over her shoulder occasionally at her brother, Jae was entranced. The entire return to the hotel, Jae planned out how he'd somehow maneuver her to a private place so he could wait the absolute minimum amount of time before being buried inside his little sister once more. Sullyoon was waiting anxiously for the same thing.
The sealed envelope from the FBIA Decisions Bureau arrived at 7:15 AM. Director Park’s refined handwriting specified the day’s case: *Sullyoon (NMIXX) – Level 3 Comprehensive Pre-Debut Extension Endurance Assessment. Emphasis on full-body sensitivity calibration, pelvic depth resilience, and multi-tool self-stimulation response due to upcoming extended promotions and high-visual concepts. Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo assigned. Agent Kang and Agent Lee to assist with positioning, lubrication support, and detailed physiological logging. Enhanced self-stimulation tools authorized.*
Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo studied the file carefully in the preparation room. Sullyoon’s ethereal visuals and graceful stage presence required a uniquely calibrated evaluation to ensure she could sustain the physical and visual demands of NMIXX’s expanding schedule. The FBIA’s hidden wing remained impeccably prepared—soft golden lighting casting gentle shadows, air warmed to body temperature, and every surface sanitized for the day’s intensive work.
Agent Kang arrived with his characteristic disciplined stride. “All specialized equipment sterilized and calibrated, Inspector. The larger medical-grade dildo and multi-speed vibrator are prepared alongside the standard warming oils.”
Agent Lee entered shortly after, his sharp eyes focused on his tablet. “Miss Sullyoon has checked in. She has reviewed the extended protocol and expressed understanding of the enhanced self-stimulation segment. She seems composed but quietly anticipatory.”
Park Gunwoo set the file aside. “We adapt the mapping sequence today for deeper calibration. Reconfirm consent at every transition. Escort her in.”
Sullyoon stepped into the examination suite with quiet elegance. The NMIXX member’s long, silky hair framed her delicate, doll-like features. She held the white robe closed, her large, expressive eyes taking in the room with a blend of poise and subtle vulnerability.
“Inspector Park Gunwoo, Agent Kang, Agent Lee,” she greeted softly, bowing with refined grace. “I’m here for the endurance assessment. The upcoming promotions are more demanding than before, and I want to make sure I’m completely ready.”
Park Gunwoo met her gaze with steady reassurance. “Your safety and optimal performance are our priority, Sullyoon. The Bureau has authorized a full Level 3 protocol with enhanced self-stimulation tools for comprehensive pelvic and sensitivity calibration. We will perform complete sensory mapping with fingers and tongue across every area while you use the provided devices. Adjustments are always possible. Do you consent to the entire extended protocol?”
Sullyoon paused briefly, then nodded with quiet resolve. “I consent fully.”
“Very well. Disrobe at your comfort and lie face up on the table.”
She allowed the robe to slip away, revealing her strikingly beautiful, slender-yet-feminine figure: gracefully full breasts with delicate rosy nipples, a softly toned waist, gently flared hips, long lithe legs, a perfectly smooth shaved mound, and dainty, elegant feet. Her skin had an almost luminous quality under the warm lights.
Park Gunwoo began with an extended visual assessment, noting the subtle play of light across her form as Agent Lee recorded observations. “Exceptional skin luminosity. Natural flexibility high, with focus areas in the pelvic region and inner thighs.”
He started palpation at her wrists and arms, working upward in a fresh sequence to calibrate peripheral sensitivity first. Fingers pressed along her forearms and upper arms, identifying minor tension points. Agent Kang provided light counter-pressure for accuracy. Park Gunwoo then shifted to sensory mapping, lifting her arms to lick slowly along the undersides and into both armpits with broad, exploratory strokes, savoring the unique warmth and subtle scent of her freshly prepared skin. Sullyoon’s breath hitched sharply at the intimate contact.
Moving to her upper torso, he cupped her breasts with both hands, massaging in slow, spiraling patterns to assess tissue depth and responsiveness. His tongue traced intricate patterns beneath each breast before focusing on the nipples — alternating between gentle flicking and deeper suction. Sullyoon’s soft gasps filled the room as her body responded with increasing sensitivity.
The inspection progressed to her back after a smooth assisted turn by Agent Kang. Park Gunwoo’s fingers traced the length of her spine in reverse — starting from the lower back upward — while his tongue followed with varied pressure, sometimes light feather-like licks, other times firmer drags that left faint glistening trails. Agent Lee applied a new blend of oil designed for prolonged sessions, allowing smoother, warmer glides across her skin.
After completing the back and side flanks with heightened attention to her ribcage and waist curves, Park Gunwoo had her return to a supine position. “Transitioning to the core lower body calibration. Consent check.”
“I consent,” Sullyoon whispered, her voice already laced with arousal.
Park Gunwoo positioned himself at the foot of the table. He gently spread her long legs wide. Agent Kang supported one thigh with a firm, elevated hold for maximum exposure. Park Gunwoo’s fingers parted her folds with meticulous care, exploring the outer and inner labia, circling her clit, and testing shallow internal sensitivity. His tongue joined in a slow, mapping rhythm — tracing every contour, dipping and retreating, building her arousal methodically.
For the Bureau-authorized enhanced self-stimulation segment, Park Gunwoo introduced the tools. “We now implement the multi-tool calibration. Use the vibrator on your clit and the massive dildo for internal depth testing while I continue full-body licking and checks. This measures layered endurance and response integration. Agent Lee will assist with lubrication. Full consent for this phase?”
Sullyoon’s cheeks burned with a deep flush, but she nodded. “Yes… I consent.”
Agent Lee handed her the devices after generous lubrication. Sullyoon activated the vibrator, pressing the buzzing head against her clit while slowly working the thick, massive dildo into herself. The size stretched her visibly as she adjusted, a deep moan escaping her lips. Park Gunwoo immediately resumed his mapping — licking along her inner thighs, across her lower abdomen, up to her breasts, and back down while she began thrusting the dildo in controlled, deepening strokes.
The combination created an overwhelming symphony of sensations. The vibrator hummed steadily against her clit as the massive dildo stretched and filled her with each thrust. Park Gunwoo’s tongue never stopped moving — licking the sensitive crease where thigh met torso, circling her navel, sucking on her nipples, and returning to lick around the base of the dildo and her stretched entrance. Sullyoon’s hips rocked, her free hand gripping the table as the intensity built layer by layer.
Agent Kang maintained his supportive hold, voice low and steady. “Breathe through it. Let the calibration progress naturally.”
Sullyoon’s movements grew more urgent. The massive dildo plunged deeper with each thrust while the vibrator pressed firmly. Park Gunwoo licked relentlessly across her body — shoulders, breasts, stomach, thighs — heightening every nerve ending. Her moans turned into cries as the peak approached.
“Inspector… it’s building so deep—!”
Her body arched violently as the orgasm crashed through her. Sullyoon squirted forcefully around the massive dildo in powerful, repeated gushes that soaked the table and Park Gunwoo’s chin. She kept thrusting through the climax, drawing out the intense waves until she collapsed back, trembling and gasping for air. The vibrator continued buzzing until she switched it off with shaky fingers.
The team allowed an extended recovery period with warm cloths, hydration, and gentle massage to her overstimulated muscles. Agent Lee updated the detailed logs. The session then proceeded to the posterior lower body with fresh focus.
Repositioned onto her stomach with coordinated support, Sullyoon received thorough attention to her ass — deep kneading of the cheeks, spreading, and slow, probing tongue work along her cleft and tight hole. Park Gunwoo licked down the backs of her long legs, paying special attention to the sensitive areas behind her knees and calves. Finally, her dainty feet underwent complete mapping — each toe sucked and licked individually, arches and soles receiving firm, massaging strokes of his tongue.
The entire extended session spanned almost three hours and twenty minutes. Sullyoon lay on the table, skin glowing with oil and the evidence of multiple intense releases, every inch of her body having undergone unique, non-repetitive calibration.
Park Gunwoo helped her sit up, draping a fresh robe around her shoulders and offering water. “Superior endurance results, Sullyoon. The multi-tool self-stimulation confirmed exceptional depth resilience and sensitivity integration. The squirting response and overall recovery markers are excellent. You’re cleared with strong recommendations for your extended promotions.”
Sullyoon looked at him with soft, deeply satisfied eyes, still catching her breath. “Thank you, Inspector Park Gunwoo… and the team. That was beyond anything I expected — the tools, the constant licking everywhere… I feel completely recalibrated. Ready for everything ahead.”
Agent Kang offered a rare, brief smile of approval. “All phases completed to the highest standard.”
Agent Lee finished the final entries. “Report sent to the Bureau and your management. Take time to rest those graceful lines, Miss Sullyoon.”
As she prepared to depart, Park Gunwoo accompanied her to the door. “The FBIA exists to ensure you shine safely. Reach out directly if anything feels off before promotions begin.”
Sullyoon paused, offering a gentle, luminous smile. “I will. This… helped more than words can say.”
The door closed behind her. Park Gunwoo washed up at the station, the weight of another uniquely demanding protocol settling. The work demanded constant adaptation, yet delivered tangible value to these talented women.
Agent Lee glanced up from his tablet. “Her integration with the larger tools was remarkably smooth. The next order is already queued.”
Park Gunwoo checked the secure device. “As expected. The Bureau’s demands evolve with each artist btw Tomorrow we have new inspector agents."
The sealed envelope from the FBIA Decisions Bureau arrived at 7:15 AM. Director Park’s refined handwriting specified the day’s case: *Sullyoon (NMIXX) – Level 3 Comprehensive Pre-Debut Extension Endurance Assessment. Emphasis on full-body sensitivity calibration, pelvic depth resilience, and multi-tool self-stimulation response due to upcoming extended promotions and high-visual concepts. Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo assigned. Agent Kang and Agent Lee to assist with positioning, lubrication support, and detailed physiological logging. Enhanced self-stimulation tools authorized.*
Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo studied the file carefully in the preparation room. Sullyoon’s ethereal visuals and graceful stage presence required a uniquely calibrated evaluation to ensure she could sustain the physical and visual demands of NMIXX’s expanding schedule. The FBIA’s hidden wing remained impeccably prepared—soft golden lighting casting gentle shadows, air warmed to body temperature, and every surface sanitized for the day’s intensive work.
Agent Kang arrived with his characteristic disciplined stride. “All specialized equipment sterilized and calibrated, Inspector. The larger medical-grade dildo and multi-speed vibrator are prepared alongside the standard warming oils.”
Agent Lee entered shortly after, his sharp eyes focused on his tablet. “Miss Sullyoon has checked in. She has reviewed the extended protocol and expressed understanding of the enhanced self-stimulation segment. She seems composed but quietly anticipatory.”
Park Gunwoo set the file aside. “We adapt the mapping sequence today for deeper calibration. Reconfirm consent at every transition. Escort her in.”
Sullyoon stepped into the examination suite with quiet elegance. The NMIXX member’s long, silky hair framed her delicate, doll-like features. She held the white robe closed, her large, expressive eyes taking in the room with a blend of poise and subtle vulnerability.
“Inspector Park Gunwoo, Agent Kang, Agent Lee,” she greeted softly, bowing with refined grace. “I’m here for the endurance assessment. The upcoming promotions are more demanding than before, and I want to make sure I’m completely ready.”
Park Gunwoo met her gaze with steady reassurance. “Your safety and optimal performance are our priority, Sullyoon. The Bureau has authorized a full Level 3 protocol with enhanced self-stimulation tools for comprehensive pelvic and sensitivity calibration. We will perform complete sensory mapping with fingers and tongue across every area while you use the provided devices. Adjustments are always possible. Do you consent to the entire extended protocol?”
Sullyoon paused briefly, then nodded with quiet resolve. “I consent fully.”
“Very well. Disrobe at your comfort and lie face up on the table.”
She allowed the robe to slip away, revealing her strikingly beautiful, slender-yet-feminine figure: gracefully full breasts with delicate rosy nipples, a softly toned waist, gently flared hips, long lithe legs, a perfectly smooth shaved mound, and dainty, elegant feet. Her skin had an almost luminous quality under the warm lights.
Park Gunwoo began with an extended visual assessment, noting the subtle play of light across her form as Agent Lee recorded observations. “Exceptional skin luminosity. Natural flexibility high, with focus areas in the pelvic region and inner thighs.”
He started palpation at her wrists and arms, working upward in a fresh sequence to calibrate peripheral sensitivity first. Fingers pressed along her forearms and upper arms, identifying minor tension points. Agent Kang provided light counter-pressure for accuracy. Park Gunwoo then shifted to sensory mapping, lifting her arms to lick slowly along the undersides and into both armpits with broad, exploratory strokes, savoring the unique warmth and subtle scent of her freshly prepared skin. Sullyoon’s breath hitched sharply at the intimate contact.
Moving to her upper torso, he cupped her breasts with both hands, massaging in slow, spiraling patterns to assess tissue depth and responsiveness. His tongue traced intricate patterns beneath each breast before focusing on the nipples — alternating between gentle flicking and deeper suction. Sullyoon’s soft gasps filled the room as her body responded with increasing sensitivity.
The inspection progressed to her back after a smooth assisted turn by Agent Kang. Park Gunwoo’s fingers traced the length of her spine in reverse — starting from the lower back upward — while his tongue followed with varied pressure, sometimes light feather-like licks, other times firmer drags that left faint glistening trails. Agent Lee applied a new blend of oil designed for prolonged sessions, allowing smoother, warmer glides across her skin.
After completing the back and side flanks with heightened attention to her ribcage and waist curves, Park Gunwoo had her return to a supine position. “Transitioning to the core lower body calibration. Consent check.”
“I consent,” Sullyoon whispered, her voice already laced with arousal.
Park Gunwoo positioned himself at the foot of the table. He gently spread her long legs wide. Agent Kang supported one thigh with a firm, elevated hold for maximum exposure. Park Gunwoo’s fingers parted her folds with meticulous care, exploring the outer and inner labia, circling her clit, and testing shallow internal sensitivity. His tongue joined in a slow, mapping rhythm — tracing every contour, dipping and retreating, building her arousal methodically.
For the Bureau-authorized enhanced self-stimulation segment, Park Gunwoo introduced the tools. “We now implement the multi-tool calibration. Use the vibrator on your clit and the massive dildo for internal depth testing while I continue full-body licking and checks. This measures layered endurance and response integration. Agent Lee will assist with lubrication. Full consent for this phase?”
Sullyoon’s cheeks burned with a deep flush, but she nodded. “Yes… I consent.”
Agent Lee handed her the devices after generous lubrication. Sullyoon activated the vibrator, pressing the buzzing head against her clit while slowly working the thick, massive dildo into herself. The size stretched her visibly as she adjusted, a deep moan escaping her lips. Park Gunwoo immediately resumed his mapping — licking along her inner thighs, across her lower abdomen, up to her breasts, and back down while she began thrusting the dildo in controlled, deepening strokes.
The combination created an overwhelming symphony of sensations. The vibrator hummed steadily against her clit as the massive dildo stretched and filled her with each thrust. Park Gunwoo’s tongue never stopped moving — licking the sensitive crease where thigh met torso, circling her navel, sucking on her nipples, and returning to lick around the base of the dildo and her stretched entrance. Sullyoon’s hips rocked, her free hand gripping the table as the intensity built layer by layer.
Agent Kang maintained his supportive hold, voice low and steady. “Breathe through it. Let the calibration progress naturally.”
Sullyoon’s movements grew more urgent. The massive dildo plunged deeper with each thrust while the vibrator pressed firmly. Park Gunwoo licked relentlessly across her body — shoulders, breasts, stomach, thighs — heightening every nerve ending. Her moans turned into cries as the peak approached.
“Inspector… it’s building so deep—!”
Her body arched violently as the orgasm crashed through her. Sullyoon squirted forcefully around the massive dildo in powerful, repeated gushes that soaked the table and Park Gunwoo’s chin. She kept thrusting through the climax, drawing out the intense waves until she collapsed back, trembling and gasping for air. The vibrator continued buzzing until she switched it off with shaky fingers.
The team allowed an extended recovery period with warm cloths, hydration, and gentle massage to her overstimulated muscles. Agent Lee updated the detailed logs. The session then proceeded to the posterior lower body with fresh focus.
Repositioned onto her stomach with coordinated support, Sullyoon received thorough attention to her ass — deep kneading of the cheeks, spreading, and slow, probing tongue work along her cleft and tight hole. Park Gunwoo licked down the backs of her long legs, paying special attention to the sensitive areas behind her knees and calves. Finally, her dainty feet underwent complete mapping — each toe sucked and licked individually, arches and soles receiving firm, massaging strokes of his tongue.
The entire extended session spanned almost three hours and twenty minutes. Sullyoon lay on the table, skin glowing with oil and the evidence of multiple intense releases, every inch of her body having undergone unique, non-repetitive calibration.
Park Gunwoo helped her sit up, draping a fresh robe around her shoulders and offering water. “Superior endurance results, Sullyoon. The multi-tool self-stimulation confirmed exceptional depth resilience and sensitivity integration. The squirting response and overall recovery markers are excellent. You’re cleared with strong recommendations for your extended promotions.”
Sullyoon looked at him with soft, deeply satisfied eyes, still catching her breath. “Thank you, Inspector Park Gunwoo… and the team. That was beyond anything I expected — the tools, the constant licking everywhere… I feel completely recalibrated. Ready for everything ahead.”
Agent Kang offered a rare, brief smile of approval. “All phases completed to the highest standard.”
Agent Lee finished the final entries. “Report sent to the Bureau and your management. Take time to rest those graceful lines, Miss Sullyoon.”
As she prepared to depart, Park Gunwoo accompanied her to the door. “The FBIA exists to ensure you shine safely. Reach out directly if anything feels off before promotions begin.”
Sullyoon paused, offering a gentle, luminous smile. “I will. This… helped more than words can say.”
The door closed behind her. Park Gunwoo washed up at the station, the weight of another uniquely demanding protocol settling. The work demanded constant adaptation, yet delivered tangible value to these talented women.
Agent Lee glanced up from his tablet. “Her integration with the larger tools was remarkably smooth. The next order is already queued.”
Park Gunwoo checked the secure device. “As expected. The Bureau’s demands evolve with each artist btw Tomorrow we have new inspector agents."
Rei and Asa have a little game they play during work. Side note: better late than never. hope you enjoy
Length 3K
Rei x Mreader x Asa
“How the hell are you tying all these? I can barely get one done, and then I look over, and I see you tossing one after another.” Asa asked as she tried her best to tie the used condom she was holding onto.
“So what you’re saying is, I’m better with my hands,” Rei replied, stifling a small chuckle. The older woman was referring to a conversation they had been having throughout the day.
“Whoa, don’t get ahead of yourself. I never said that.” Asa said, still struggling to tie off the condoms. She was growing more frustrated every time she looked over and saw Rei toss another onto the bed.
Asa had about ten sitting on her lap while Rei only had two left. The pair had been draining people all night long, and during their small break, they had decided to tie each condom they would use as part of their outfit, or lack thereof. After so many rounds, Asa and Rei had long since given up wearing their masseuse uniforms. Now they waited on the edge of the bed, their bodies slick and glistening from the oil they had used. The only part that remained on them was the thigh straps. Asa looked over once more to see Rei hard at work tying each condom around that strap. It was an erotic sight even for Asa. It showed off Rei’s prowess; each one was practically filled to the brim, and Asa had watched each one get filled up.
It was only a matter of time before Rei finished decorating her thigh strap with her trophies and began helping Asa with hers. “How are you so good at this?”
“Tell me I’m better and I will.”
Asa huffed; there was absolutely no way she was going to give Rei credit and tell the older woman she was better with her hands. Asa had too much pride in her work. Even if Rei was better, there was no way she would tell her that.
Rei laughed as she continued working on Asa’s condoms. She loved annoying Asa and making her flustered. “You could just end this all and tell me what I want to hear.”
“Never,” Asa said adamantly. The pair broke into a laugh; they were tired after a long shift. They wanted nothing more than to finish up, shower, and then get some nice sleep in their beds.
“There we go; now just tie them around the strap.” A familiar ring told the pair that their next customer was approaching.
“Shit,” Asa was trying her best to tie the used condoms around her thigh strap, but much like with tying them off, she was struggling.
Rei couldn’t help but crack a smile. “I’ll start them off; you just take care of that…unless,”
“Not happening.” Rei giggled as she walked forward, shutting the sliding door in front of Asa. “Really? I’m only going to be like a minute.”
“We’ll see.” Rei brushed down her hair as she took a deep breath. “You just stay back there until you finish up.”
The room Rei and Asa had chosen for their night of work was split into two sections; the first, where Rei currently stood, looked like a massage parlor. That had been their gimmick, one that at this point had fallen to the wayside as they got tired of dressing and undressing themselves. Rei made sure the massage table was dry and ready for the customer. A thought flashed through her mind, though. She could just plop herself on it and start fingering herself. When you walked in, she’d be caught, and then you could just move on to sex. Rei waved the thought away. She had a job to do, plus with Asa busy in the back, it would give her a chance to use her skills. The older Japanese woman smiled to herself. If she could get you to cum before Asa came out, it would drive the younger woman mad.
Rei had her plan now. She stood in front of the door, rubbing her slick thighs together as she waited for you to appear. “Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up,” she thought to herself. As soon as the door opened and she saw you standing on the other side, she pressed herself against you. “I’ve been waiting for you, mister.” She said, a slight teasing tone in her voice as she pulled you inside. “You really kept me waiting. The table is all set. I just need you to strip out of those clothes, and then we can get started.” You do as she commands, your eyes never leaving her body. You had expected her to be in some sort of uniform, but to see Rei in her birthday suit the moment you came in was something you weren’t going to complain about. You hadn’t even noticed that Asa was missing. You kept looking at Rei’s tits, the soft mounds looking even better considering they were covered in a light layer of oil and sweat. “Now up on the massage table while I get something.”
You climbed up on the table as she asked, and watched Rei make her way to the nearby counter, your eyes sliding down her pale body until you reached the full round globes of her backside. Your cock twitched at the sight, your heartbeat quickening as Rei turned around, a wide grin on her face as she coated her hands in the massage oil. “You need to do your best to relax. Your whole body is so tense.” Rei giggles as she stands beside you. She places a hand on your arm. “Do you want me to start here?” Her hand moves along to your chest. “Or here?” Rei’s hand continues lower, down your stomach until she reaches the base of your cock. “Or do you want me to start here?” You twitch in her hand, drawing a giggle from the Japanese woman. “Oh, I guess this is where you want it. Well, don’t worry. I’ll take great care of you until my colleague gets here.”
On the other side of the door, Asa was still struggling with the condoms. “Son of a bitch,” she mumbled to herself, fingers fumbling as she rushed her efforts. She knew exactly what Rei was doing. “No way, I’m going to let her do this,” Asa said. Now that she was in a rush, it seemed like Asa’s hands didn’t want to cooperate with her at all. “Fuck, son of a…” Asa’s struggles seemed to multiply the more she tried to do things quickly. It was giving Rei ample time to work you over.
You were putty in her hands; Rei wasn’t even trying, but she had you moaning constantly. Her soft, gentle hands moved one over the other as she moved them down along your shaft. It was a constant stream. “That’s it; let all that stress melt away. You know I can’t do this to everyone.” Rei leans in, getting by your ear as she whispers, “I can only do this to guys with really big cocks. It’s turning me on. Do you mind if I give it a quick taste?”
“N-no, please,” you groan.
Rei smiled and paused, her grip tightening around the base as she inched her lips closer to your slick cock. You watch as she takes a deep whiff, exhaling slowly before wrapping her lips around the tip. Rei’s skilled tongue circles you slowly; her hand begins to move along the remaining part of your shaft. You moan louder than before, the pleasure getting to you. Rei stops before you near your climax, however. She drags her tongue over the center of your cock once more before leaving you. “You go awfully close there,” she says sweetly. “ You saw these, right?” Rei flashes the used condoms tied around her thigh strap, the various colors swinging as she does so. “I want to save them all for a nice big drink at the end of the night. So I’m going to need to put one on you. You don’t mind, do you? A girl needs a nice drink at the end of the night, and I have a special way of putting it on.”
You shake your head quickly. “I-I don’t mind.” You watch as Rei goes over to the table. She rips open one of the condoms and carefully places it between her lips. She hurries back, trying to hold her smile back as her hands grasp your cock again. The Japanese woman continues where she left off, hand over hand moving across your length. She can feel your cock throbbing, and Rei can’t hide her smile any longer. She leans down and swallows your cock, the condom stretching over it as she moves down your length. She holds the base in place, making sure it doesn’t move an inch. You hit the back of her throat eventually; the pleasure overwhelms you, and you cum. You feel Rei’s hand massaging your balls, her hand gently cupping them, giving them small squeezes as she keeps her lips sealed around your cock. When you finally come down from your high, Rei pulls you out of her mouth. Saliva drips from the corner of her lips.
Asa slides the door open, witnessing the finale of Rei’s act. “There we are.” Her hand moves across your shaft, milking you of the last remaining drops. “I hope you have more to give me; we still have a lot of condoms.” The younger woman’s head dropped for a moment; she was too late. “Ah, who do we have here? Finally ready to join us, Asa?” You turn your head to your other partner for the night. Asa had the same attire, or lack thereof, as Rei. You hungrily look her over; her perky tits glistened from the layers of oil she had used throughout the night. Your eyes move downward, noting her hairless cunt and puffy lips. Rei can feel your cock twitch in her hand. “Oh, looks like someone is excited to have another partner. Do you want to take this one, Asa?”
The situation amused Rei. By the look in the younger woman’s eyes, she could see Asa needed to let out some of her frustrations. It made her feel giddy; she just loved when a plan came together. Annoying her juniors was something Rei took pride in. She watched as her coworker grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the massage table. “Follow me, now.” Rei did her best to stifle a chuckle; it was always funny to her how Asa handled her frustration. Rei leaned against the massage table, watching as Asa dragged you onto the bed and immediately straddled you. “Aren’t you going to use a condom?” She asked, knowing full well Asa was absolutely going to drain you dry and didn’t care about their little game anymore.
Asa doesn’t say a word; she merely gets herself ready, rubbing your cock against her went cunt. She hums, enjoying the slight pleasure of it before she sinks onto your cock. Asa cranes her neck back, moaning softly as you fill her. “Oh, fuck,” she mutters under her breath. This was what she needed after being teased by Rei the entire night about who was better at handjobs. Asa places her hands on your chest; they nearly slip off. They were somewhat slick given she had just grabbed your cock. Asa doesn’t waste a second, bouncing on you quickly. You let out low, guttural moans as Asa bounces on your cock. Her tight cunt was squeezing the life out of you.
“C’mon play with my tits,” she mumbles, bringing your hands to her perky chest. You squeeze the soft mounds instinctively, your thumb crossing over her nipples. Asa grips your arms, holding them tightly as she slams herself on your cock. It wasn’t quite the experience you were expecting, but you had no complaints with a woman like Asa fucking herself on you. The only problem you had was the sensitivity. Asa hadn’t let you cool off, and as such you were already on the verge of cumming. “Do it, cum in this pussy.” She growled. The young Japanese woman impaled herself on your length, letting the head sit by her womb as she grinded on you. It felt like you were melting inside her core. It only took a moment before you exploded inside her. “That’s it, fill this little pussy up.” She groaned, continuing to grind on you. Asa could feel your hot cum coating every nook and cranny as it flooded her womb.
She was far from done, though. As soon as Asa felt your climax come to an end, she lifted herself, leaving just the head inside before dropping back down and beginning to bounce again. The loud claps of her body against yours filled the room. You had completely forgotten Rei was in the room as well; you could only think about the young Japanese woman riding you like you were a toy.
For her part, Rei was enjoying watching Asa ravage you. She had laid herself on the massage table and began touching herself, fingers dipping into her cunt with the same rhythm of Asa’s bounces. She knew at this point she wouldn’t get a turn with your cock, at least not a satisfying one.
So, instead she decided to enjoy the show at least. When your second orgasm came, she giggled; your cock was thoroughly painted white now as your previous load leaked out of Asa. While her fingers did feel good, Rei knew she wouldn’t be able to cum like she wanted to. She took a deep breath, smiling at Asa as she straddled your face. “If you’re not going to fuck me, then at least eat me out.” She said softly. Rei firmly planted herself on your face. She knew how long a person could hold their breath on average. She would just give you a chance to breathe then. Your job was to eat her out now.
Rei pressed her soft thighs on either side of your head; they acted as perfect earmuffs. You struggled to do your job, though. Asa was giving you no breaks; you were moaning into Rei's cunt between licks. Your hands slipped down from Asa’s tits, and Rei took them, placing them on her thighs as she grinded her needy cunt against you.
“Feeling better?” Rei asked, her hand reaching for Asa’s nipple. The older woman trapped the hard nub between her fingers, pulling on it as Asa rode you.
“Mmm, fuck…you,” Asa moaned. She was finally getting close to her climax, and now came along Rei ready to tease her some more.
“I mean, I’ll let you,” Rei said, sticking her tongue out at her coworker. The older woman placed her other hand on Asa’s toned stomach. “Oh, I can feel him moving inside you. I bet it feels great, doesn’t it?”
“Y-yeah,” Rei twisted the younger woman’s nipple, making her cry out. From under her, you felt Asa’s walls clamping down on your cock. Another load of your cum flooded her cunt because of it. “It feels really good.”
“His cock or being cummed in so many times? You haven’t been able to get any creampies until right now.”
“Both, both feel fucking fantastic.” Asa could feel your cock softening inside her, but she continued to ride you. She reached back, grabbing your balls and giving them slight squeezes, hoping it would be enough to get you hard for one more orgasm. Rei smiled and leaned in, pressing her lips against Asa. The younger woman accepted it. She could feel Rei’s tongue tracing her lips, and she let her in. Rei explored the younger woman’s mouth, forgetting about you for a moment. She rose off your face, letting you catch your breath for a second before setting her ass back down on her seat. Rei could sense you trying your best, the way your tongue smashed against her walls because you were having a hard time controlling yourself due to the pleasure was rough, but she enjoyed it. She was getting close to cumming.
Asa could feel Rei’s hands wandering around her body, touching and grabbing whatever she could. The younger woman broke the kiss, biting her lip as Rei gripped her ass. “Go on, bounce that pretty ass on that dick,” Rei told her. “I want to see you cum.” Asa wrapped her arms around the older woman, her moans turned into whines as she reached her climax. “Fucking cum on that cock.” Asa cried out as she came on you; her walls had you in a vice grip as they milked you for the last time. Every drop was drained from your body as her walls fluttered around you. You were all certain that if Asa weren’t on the pill, she definitely would’ve gotten pregnant from this. Asa leaned against Rei, her body struggling to support itself. “Such a good girl,” Rei whispered into her ear.
You all take a moment to catch your breath. Rei was the first to climb off you, turning to see your chin absolutely drenched in her nectar. She leaned down, kissed you, and thanked you for your hard work. “You did great, sir. Did you like our service, too?” You were too weak and tired to say a word. Rei smiled and pinched your cheek. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
The older woman turned to Asa, smiling at her coworker as she helped her off you. Your cum came pouring out of her cunt, what wasn’t escaping from her had already coated your lower half. “It looks like you really drained him. Proud of yourself?”
“S-shut it,” Asa stuttered. Rei let Asa rest on the bed before helping you to the shower. She let you relax in the tub, coming back to her tired coworker.
“Such a greedy girl, draining our customer of all his cum. You didn’t even let me ride him.” Rei whines; the pout she has on her face quickly shifts to a smile as she stares at Asa, the younger woman’s spread out from fatigue. “Well, at the very least I can have a taste.” Rei straddled the younger woman’s face, holding Asa’s legs apart as she dove in, her tongue diving deep into Asa’s folds. Asa’s legs tensed in her hands as she pushed her tongue deeper into Asa’s cunt, tasting the salty semen she hadn’t gotten the chance to taste. Asa could do very little but lay there and take the tongue lashing. Having Rei’s slick cunt in front of her did have its perks, though. Asa stuck her tongue out and took small licks at it, tasting the older woman's nectar. The pair remained attached until they brought each other to their climax. By then you had finished your bath and left; they hadn’t even noticed your leaving, far too engaged in their current activities.
When they did finally notice you were gone, the pair laughed. “I think that’s the last one for the day, and I have one more used condom than you do,” Rei said with a smile. Asa’s eyes went wide as she stared at the used condom in Rei’s hand.
“Fuck!”
Rei laughs. “I guess that means you pay for dinner tonight.”
“Noo! That’s not fair, you-you baited me into–”
“I asked you before you started riding him if you wanted to use a condom.” Rei counters, holding her smile, knowing that there was absolutely nothing Asa could do to argue. She had given the younger woman a chance to proceed, and she hadn’t taken it. “Now, there’s a pizza place I really want to go to. I hope you have enough saved up, because it’s really fancy.”
Asa had her head in her hands. She knew the place. Asa had looked at it before, thinking about going there before she checked their prices. Her eyes started to well up as she lay on the bed, her wallet about to take a big hit because of Rei’s appetite. “I won’t eat too much…probably.” Rei’s laugh covered the soft sobs of Asa, who would probably lose two weeks' worth of pay.
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It was the first day after high school graduation, and Jae was going to enjoy the next five days of leisure. The following Monday afternoon he would have to start his new job at the local cheese processing plant. His parents, who are day shift supervisors, arranged for him to be hired once he graduated.
Jae had wanted to go to college, but he couldn't maintain high grades. It wasn't that he was unintelligent. The young man just hated studying. So, he was stuck doing manual labor until something better came along.
At 6'2" and a hundred ninety-five pounds, Jae is a good-looking young man. He has wavy brown hair and a strong jaw line that has always attracted girls.
Xinyu, his girlfriend, is so smitten by Jae that after they turned eighteen, she started letting him have semi-protected sex with her regularly. She would rather that he use condoms, but his extra-large cock sometimes caused the condoms to tear during sex. So, she would take her chances and hope that the birth control cream keeps her safe from pregnancy. She also makes Jae pull out before he can fill her pussy with his cum.
His oversized cock also caused problems when they first started having sex.
When Xinyu first saw the monster, she wanted to back out.
However, Jae got his girlfriend to agree to try by allowing her to be on top so that she could control the pace of their lovemaking.
It was a slow process at first.
Xinyu had to rub her boyfriend's cock head across the entrance of her cunt for nearly ten minutes before she finally got the courage to lower her pussy onto the monster.
When the thick head finally did penetrate her tight hole, the girl felt like a sausage was being stuffed inside her. The twinge of pain from her hymen tearing caused her to whimper.
Xinyu was determined, though. She loved Jae and wasn't going to let something like his size stop her from giving him what he wanted.
It took quite some time, but once Jae's cock had filled Xinyu's stretched pussy, she gazed at her lover with a look of pride.
"We did it," she beamed. "I got all of you inside me."
They went slow the first few times they made love.
The third time they had sex, Jae exploded into his girlfriend's body.
Xinyu wasn't sure, but something didn't feel right. She eased Jae's dick out of her cunt, only to discover that the pre-lubricated condom had broken.
She freaked out, believing that he'd just impregnated her. Fortunately, her fears were alleviated when she started her period the following week. After that, she started using birth control cream as well as making Jae wear pre-lubricated condoms.
When another condom broke a few weeks later, Xinyu decided she didn't want to end up with small pieces of latex inside her, so she started letting Jae fuck her bareback, with only the birth control cream for protection. She would make him pull out before ejaculating.
Yooyeon, at nineteen, is a year older than her Brother. She is a well-endowed young woman who gets lots of attention from the local men. Her face is a little broad, yet for some reason that odd feature makes her even more attractive. Yooyeon has shoulder-length brown hair and an infectious smile. She is a daredevil. One of her favorite hobbies is gambling. Yooyeon will make a bet on just about anything.
Yooyeon also works at the cheese processing plant. She works the second shift, the shift Jae would soon be working, while her parents work the first shift.
As Jae began to wake up, he kicked off the covers and stretched. Jae had slept in the nude for as long as he could remember. His usual morning erection was standing almost straight up. As the cobwebs began to clear out of his head, the young man reached down and absently stroked his massive cock, like he usually did.
Yooyeon, who had gotten home sometime after midnight the night before, was also waking up. She was wearing a wife-beater T-shirt and a pair of cotton panties. As she sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, she remembered that the second shift supervisor had told her to have Jae come in to fill out his safety forms.
"Just have your Brother follow you to work," Yooyeon's supervisor had told her. "You can show him to my office before starting your shift."
Yooyeon stretched and stood up. "I guess I'd better let Jae know what's going on before he takes off for the day." She didn't bother to dress, since Jae had seen her in her sleeping clothes numerous times. She left her room and crossed the hall to her younger Brother's door. Still half asleep, she opened the door without thinking to knock.
Jae was still lying on his bed, stroking his morning erection when his older Sister walked in.
"Mike, the second shift supervisor wants…" Yooyeon stopped dead in her tracks. All remnants of sleep instantly disappeared. "What the fuck?"
"Don't you know how to knock?" Jae exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to tell you that Nick wants you to come in this afternoon to fill out some forms and go over safety protocols with him." Yooyeon couldn't take her eyes off her younger Brother's cock.
Jae couldn't help but notice that his Sister was staring. "Haven't you ever seen an erect cock before?"
She shook her head. "Not a cock that big, I haven't. That thing is huge."
Jae shrugged as he continued stroking his dick. "Yeah, I know, my dick is kind of big."
"Kind of big, are you kidding me? You put a horse to shame." Yooyeon tried to tear her eyes away, but she couldn't stop staring at her Brother's massive cock. How the hell do you get that thing inside Xinyu?" She asked.
Jae squeezed his monster. "I just take my time. The first few times, I had to go slow with her. But after a while, her pussy stretched enough so that it slides in a little easier each time we fuck. Now, she can take it easily."
Yooyeon stared at the monster. "That thing fits inside her pussy?"
"Yeah, we fuck once or twice a week. We started fucking a few months ago, after we both turned eighteen."
Yooyeon shook her head in disbelief. "Xinyu has got to be walking bowlegged by now."
"Nah, a lot of girls can take something this size."
Yooyeon snorted. "You're dreaming, little Brother. That thing would split most women's pussies wide open. The head is bigger than my fist. Your dick has got to be at least a foot long."
"A newborn baby is bigger around than my cock, and yet women deliver babies all the time."
"Yes, but they endure hours of agony delivering those babies. I can't see you waiting that long. You probably want to shove it in as quickly as you can."
Jae chuckled. "I've had to learn to be patient. I let Xinyu get on top when we first started having sex. She would slowly lower herself onto my cock, taking it in as her pussy adjusted to its size. Once she got adjusted to having my cock in her, I'd roll her over on her back and fuck her missionary style. She has the best orgasms when we fuck." As Jae explained how he fucked his girlfriend, he noticed that his older Sister never took her eyes off his dick. The desire to fuck his older Sister once again roared to life. Jae had wanted to fuck Yooyeon for as long as he could remember. As he looked his scantily clad Sister over a devious thought ran through his mind. "I'll bet if you went slowly at first, you could take a cock this big inside your pussy."
"Oh hell no," Yooyeon shot back. "If I tried to ride a dick that big it would rip me open. Something that thick would never go inside me in the first place."
Knowing Yooyeon's love of gambling, plus her desire to rent a place of her own, Jae made his move. "I'll bet you a hundred bucks that you could take one that big."
"You want to bet me a hundred bucks?" Her gambling bug instantly kicked in. Yooyeon saw a great opportunity to win an easy bet. "Wait a minute, where are we going to find a dick that big to make the bet with?" Yooyeon asked.
Jae smiled at his Sister. "In order to know that you actually tried, I'd have to witness the attempt. So, I guess we'd have to use my dick for the wager."
Yooyeon's gaze left her Brother's dick for the first time. She stared at Jae in disbelief. "There is no way in hell I'm letting you fuck me. That would be a little too weird."
"I didn't say I was going to fuck you Sis. I just said I'd let you try to get my cock in you for the bet. Once you tried, and succeeded, or failed, we'd stop, and one of us would pay up."
Yooyeon was torn between the strangeness of doing this and her desire to win a bet. "I don't know. I wouldn't want something that big inside me. Besides, you don't have a hundred dollars. How do you intend to pay up when you lose?"
"Simple, I'll double the bet if I lose. If you can't get my cock inside you after fifteen minutes, I will pay you two hundred dollars after I get my first paycheck."
"I don't think it would be a good idea for us to be trying this. The idea of having my Brother's dick head at the entrance to my pussy is disgusting."
"You've done more disgusting things than this to win a bet. Remember the time you swallowed six night crawlers to win three hundred dollars?"
Yooyeon knew Jae was right. She had done some pretty bizarre things in the name of gambling. Once she streaked around the outside of her house in the middle of the afternoon to win fifty bucks from her younger Brother.
Fortunately her Parents were at work, and no one saw her but Jae.
Her gaze returned to her Brother's erection. She knew that all she'd have to do is make a half hearted attempt for fifteen minutes, and she'd win the bet. With the extra two hundred dollars, she could finally afford the deposit on an apartment, and then she could move out. "Ok, it's a bet. I try for fifteen minutes to get that thing inside. When I win, you pay me two hundred dollars after you get your first paycheck." Deciding to make the bet more difficult for Jae to win, she added, "However, your cock has to go all the way in until it reaches my cervix."
"In that case, you have to try for twenty minutes."
Yooyeon let out a small laugh. "Sure, why not?" Yooyeon knew that if that thing wasn't going to penetrate her in fifteen minuets, an extra five minutes wouldn't make a bit of difference. "It's a bet. However, you can't tell anyone about this."
"I won't say a word, I promise." Jae knew his Sister would only try hard enough to make it look good, but the young man had a plan. He opened the drawer to his nightstand, and pulled out a tube of KY jelly.
"What's that for?" Yooyeon asked suspiciously.
"If you're going to be rubbing your pussy lips on my cock head for twenty minutes, I want some lubrication. I don't want you rubbing me raw."
"Just use a condom."
Jae shook his head. "That would add extra thickness to my cock. It would give you an unfair advantage. Besides, I haven't found any condoms that fit properly. They occasionally break when Xinyu and I are having sex. Xinyu is afraid of having pieces of condom left in her, so I always pull out before cumming when I fuck her. Plus she uses birth control cream to diminish the chances of pregnancy."
"I can't use birth control cream. It makes me itch. And there is no way you're putting your bare dick against the entrance to my pussy. If you came with your cock head shoved against the entrance, your sperm would shoot inside me, and I could end up pregnant. There's no way in hell I'm letting anyone, especially my little Brother knock me up."
Jae stared at his Sister in surprise. "Aren't you on the pill?"
"I keep meaning to get a prescription, but doctors cost money. Besides, I usually make guys wear condoms."
"Hell, you have nothing to worry about anyway. I'm not going to cum in you. I have very good self control. With a dick is as big as mine, I had to learn self control. Otherwise I'd have ejaculated long before I got my cock inside Xinyu. Besides, we're not going to have sex. We're just having a friendly wager."
Yooyeon thought about the statement for a few moments. "Yeah, I guess you would have to learn to wait before cumming. And like you said, we're not going to fuck. So, how do we do this?"
"I'll lie on my back, and you straddle me. I'll hold onto your hips, to help you keep your balance, and you ease the head of my dick against the entrance to your pussy. You then let a little weight down so that the head presses against the entrance to your cunt. You then rock back and forth a little to keep your pussy moist. As your pussy walls open up, you ease down a little farter until my cock completely fills you. Once the tip of my cock touches your cervix, you take my cock out, and I win the bet."
"Or, the thing never goes in, and I win the bet," Yooyeon replied. Feeling excited about the two hundred dollars she was about to win, Yooyeon stripped off her panties.
Jae opened the KY jelly and rubbed a liberal amount on his dick head, and along his shaft.
Yooyeon approached the bed, and waited for her Brother to finish lubing up. She smiled inwardly, knowing that soon she would win two hundred dollars and have a place of her own.
Jae replaced the cap, placed the lube back on his nightstand, and then laid back. "Ok, climb on."
Yooyeon climbed onto the bed, and then straddled her Brother. She grasped his shaft and lined it up with the entrance to her cunt. She felt strange holding her Brother's cock head against the entrance to her cunt, but a bet is a bet; and Yooyeon intended to win.
His dick was so long that she didn't have to lower her hips very far for it to touch the entrance to her pussy.
"Get ready to lose two hundred dollars, little Brother. There is no way this thing will ever get past the entrance, much less go completely inside me."
Jae didn't say a word. He knew from experience with Xinyu that Yooyeon's pussy would stretch to accommodate the thickness of his cock. The head of his cock would be in his Sister before she even realized what had happened. Once he got past the entrance, there would be no stopping him. He'd fuck his Sister until she screamed.
Grasping Yooyeon's hips, he gave her a small nod. "Check the clock to see when we begin."
Yooyeon checked the clock on the nightstand. "It's nine thirty five. At nine fifty five we stop." She began rubbing her Brother's cock head back and forth across the entrance to her cunt. As she rubbed his manhood through her vaginal lips, and across her fuck hole, Jae applied gentle pressure to her hips.
"Don't try forcing me down," Yooyeon warned. "If you force that thing in me, it'll be cheating. Plus you'll hurt me."
"I'm not going to force my dick into you. I just want to make sure you don't cheat. If my cock starts going in, you have to let it. You can't hold back, or you forfeit the bet, and pay up."
Yooyeon kept rubbing the head of her Brother's dick across her entrance. With each pass she'd rub the tip against her clit.
Jae held firmly to his Sister's hips, making sure she kept enough pressure to cause penetration once her vagina opened up enough to accept his cock head.
After several minutes of rubbing Jae's cock head across her clit, Yooyeon's body began to respond to the stimulation. Her clit became inflamed, and her vaginal opening began to expand. Her pussy was getting ready to be fucked.
Yooyeon glanced at the clock. A smile appeared on her face.
Seven minutes had passed, and he hadn't penetrated her yet.
"I am so looking forward to winning this bet." She continued to rub his tip along her slit.
Jae felt the tip of his cock penetrating the entrance to his Sister's pussy as she rubbed it through the fold of her labia. He smiled inwardly knowing her cunt was ready for penetration. "Ok sis, you need to stop rubbing, and rest some of your weight onto my cock to see if it will go inside."
Yooyeon swallowed hard. She didn't believe the thing would go inside, but she was still a little nervous. Taking a breath, she allowed some of her weight to rest on her Brother's cock head.
Part of Jae's cock head slid inside his Sister's pussy.
Yooyeon gasped involuntarily. Her body shuddered, as the monster spread the entrance to her cunt open. She tried to rise back up, but her Brother held her in place.
"Hold still," Jae instructed his Sister. "Let your pussy get used to being penetrated."
For the first time, the pretty nineteen year old began to suspect that she might lose the bet. "Fuck," she seethed under her breath. Yooyeon was sure that because it was her Brother trying to penetrate her pussy, she would stay dry enough to prevent him from entering her cunt.
However, between the KY jelly, and the stimulation of her clit; her pussy did what came naturally, and opened up. Her body didn't care who was trying to fuck her. Her cunt was doing what it was designed to do.
Yooyeon felt the monstrous head spreading her open. She shuddered again as pussy walls spread further.
"Let your body lower a little more," Jae said.
Yooyeon closed her eyes, and gritted her teeth. She didn't want to follow her Brother's instructions, but she had agreed to the bet. Yooyeon let her knees bend a little more so that she would sink lower.
The rest of Jae's cock head slid into his Sister's cunt.
Yooyeon felt her vaginal walls stretch as her Brother's cock head sank deeper into her body. She wasn't in pain, but she could definitely feel her vaginal walls stretching. "Maybe we should call this bet off," Yooyeon said weakly. She knew her Brother would never agree to it, but she had to try.
Jae shook his head. "A bet is a bet. You're not trying to welsh on a bet are you?"
Yooyeon gave her Brother a glare of disdain. "Your cock hasn't reached my cervix yet, little Brother. This bet is far from over."
Jae gripped his Sister's hips tightly. He slowly began lifting her up off his cock until only the tip was inside her.
Yooyeon thought that perhaps Jae was letting her off the hook.
He then lowered her hips back down, causing her pussy to open up more.
Yooyeon whimpered as another inch of his thick monster sank into her body. She shuddered as her Brother's cock stretched her inner walls. Yooyeon knew she was going to lose the bet.
Now that Jae's cock head was inside her, it wouldn't take him long to sink all the way into her cunt.
"Fuck, it's too big," she pleaded, hoping he'd have mercy on her and quit. "Jae, you'll rip me apart."
"Don't worry Sis, I'll go slowly. Your pussy will stretch. And I won't force it in. We'll go only as fast as your body can handle." He gave his older Sister a devilish smile. "Look at it this way. At least you'll get the satisfaction of knowing you can take a big cock inside you."
"Yeah, but it's your big cock that's in me. This is incest."
"Nope, it's a bet. I told you I wouldn't fuck you, and I meant it. Once my cock touches your cervix, we can stop."
Yooyeon desperately hoped that her Brother's cock wouldn't go all the way to her cervix, but deep down she knew better. She was about to lose one hundred bucks to her younger Brother. She was also about to have her younger Brother's huge cock buried in her stretched out pussy. "You promise we'll stop as soon as your dick is all the way inside me."
"I told you this is just a bet. I'm not going to fuck you." Jae was lying, but he knew that once his cock was all the way inside her pussy, Yooyeon wouldn't want to take it out. Having her pussy stuffed to the limit would drive her into a heightened state of sexual arousal.
Her Brother's words encouraged Yooyeon to get it over with. "I still have a chance of winning. Getting that thing in the entrance is one thing. But taking it all the way inside me is entirely different." Yooyeon knew her only hope was to cheat. She'd pretend to try, but not let it go any deeper.
Jae knew what she'd try. He had no intention of letting her succeed.
Yooyeon lifted her hips. She then gently eased her pussy onto her Brother's throbbing cock again, taking another two inches into her body. She had tried to hold back, but Jae's powerful hands applied just enough pressure to her hips to make his cock sink deeper into his Sister's cunt. Yooyeon's pussy was going to have that cock no matter how much she protested. Yooyeon mewed as her Brother's cock sank deeper into her body. The sensation of having her vaginal walls stretched caused the young woman to tremble involuntarily. Her entire body shook as Jae's cock stretched her open even more. Yooyeon couldn't believe that Jae's huge dick might actually go all the way to her cervix.
Jae watched his Sister's expression as she eased herself onto his cock. He'd seen that look on Xinyu's face.
Yooyeon lifted her hips again, and then lowered her body onto the monstrous dick.
Once again, Jae applied gentle pressure to Yooyeon's shapely hips. His cock sank even deeper into Yooyeon's stretched out pussy.
"Jae, you're forcing me down on your cock," Yooyeon half heartedly protested. She knew he was just making sure she didn't cheat, but she had to try something.
"I'm being gentle. I'm just making sure you don't try to cheat."
Yooyeon let out a sigh. She wasn't going to be able to cheat.
Jae was making sure she stayed honest.
Checking the clock again, Yooyeon felt her heart sink.
Only ten minutes had passed, and her Brother's cock was already deeper than she'd ever thought possible.
Yooyeon began to accept the fact that she was losing the bet. To make matters worse, whether she wanted to or not, the woman was starting to get turned on. Without meaning to she sank even deeper onto the shaft. Her subconscious mind was starting to override her conscious decisions.
"Oh shit, I've never felt this full before," the pretty brunette moaned as her pussy accepted more of her Brother's huge cock. "Your dick is huge."
"You're going to feel even fuller before we're done." Jae reached around and squeezed his Sister's ass cheeks.
Yooyeon wanted to tell her Brother not to play with her ass, but the sensation of having her pussy stretched felt too damned good. She lifted her hips again, and sank back down on his cock. She tried hard not to take the monster deeper into her, but her body betrayed her. No matter how hard she tried to resist, she couldn't help but sink that monster deeper inside her cunt with each downward thrust.
More of Jae's cock invaded her pussy.
Yooyeon involuntarily moaned as intense pleasure shot through her nether region. She couldn't believe that having her Brother's cock inside her could feel so damn good. Her body began to spasm as a mini-orgasm abruptly shot through her loins. She sank deeper onto her Brother's cock. Nearly three quarters of her pussy was stuffed with her Brother's man meat. "Shit, I can't hold myself up any longer. Roll me onto my back before I collapse."
Jae drew his Sister down onto his chest, and then rolled his body onto hers. His dick sank deeper into her body. He was very close to touching her cervix. He rose up so that he rested his weight on his elbows.
Yooyeon looked down between their bodies. Her expression of shock was written all over her face. She could see a visible bulge in her tummy where Jae's cock was pushing against her belly. She began to ask herself just how much more of his dick would fit inside her before it reached the back of her birth canal.
Jae was glad Yooyeon had given him control. Now he could control how long it would take for him to completely fill her hungry cunt. "Are you ready to continue?" He asked.
Yooyeon looked up at her Brother, and quickly nodded yes. She then looked back down at her stomach.
Jae withdrew his cock and then sank back into his Sister's body.
Yooyeon watched her tummy return to normal, and then expand again as her Brother sank back inside her. She could feel his cock rubbing against that special spot just inside the entrance to her vagina. She whimpered yet again as he sank back inside to where it was before.
However, he didn't go any deeper. He simply withdrew his cock and plunged back into her again.
She shook as a second small orgasm hit her. She was amazed that her Brother had already made her cum twice, and he wasn't completely inside her yet.
Jae continued fucking his Sister, allowing his cock to sink in almost all the way before withdrawing.
It didn't take Yooyeon long to figure out that Jae wasn't trying to go deeper.
He wasn't trying to win a bet. He was fucking her.
"Jae," she gasped lustfully. "You're not trying to win the bet. You're fucking me."
He gave his older Sister a devilish grin, and continued to rock in and out of her. "Yes I am."
Yooyeon felt torn with what was happening to her. She knew she shouldn't let her Brother fuck her, but his huge cock was driving her wild with lust.
Jae knew he'd won. Not only was he going to win the bet, but his Sister was surrendering to her need to be fucked.
She took her eyes off her expanding and contracting stomach to gaze up at her Brother. Giving him a pleading look, she whispered. "Please, I want to feel your cock go all the way inside me. I know this is no longer about the bet, and we are fucking, but I don't care. Sink that monster completely inside my pussy."
Giving his older Sister a sly smile, Jae withdrew almost all the shaft of his cock, and then plunged deep into her body.
Yooyeon squealed as the last two inches of her pussy opened up to receive her Brother's monstrous cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck; and at the same time slung her long legs around his hips, as his cock tip pressed against her cervix. She bit her Brother's shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks.
Jae groaned with pleasure as his Sister bit him.
"So deep," she moaned. "Your cock is so fucking deep in me. Damn, I feel completely stuffed." She gazed up at her sibling. Tears of joy were running down her cheeks. "You didn't split me open after all."
Jae leaned over and kissed Yooyeon. He pressed his lips against her mouth and slid his tongue against her lips.
Not caring that he was her Brother, Yooyeon opened her mouth.
Jae's tongue entered her open mouth. He began caressing her inner mouth with his tongue as he rammed his cock into her over and over.
Yooyeon's tongue danced with her Brother's as they fucked. All thought of bets, and having a place of her own flew from her mind. She was being fucked like never before. Yooyeon didn't want to stop. She didn't want Jae to pull out. She wanted to be fucked by her Brother.
Jae broke the kiss. He then licked away her tears. Jae grabbed the hem of his Sister's shirt and tugged.
Yooyeon lifted her upper body off the mattress so her Brother could finish undressing her.
Jae pulled the shirt off, and threw it onto the floor. He immediately lowered his lips to her left nipple and gently bit down.
Yooyeon whimpered as her Brother began to nibble and suck on her nipple. She thrust her hips against him to encourage him to continue fucking her.
Jae released the tender nipple, and began thrusting into his Sister again.
Yooyeon held her Brother's head in her hands. "Fuck, little Brother, your cock feels incredible. Fuck your big Sister hard. Make your Sister cum."
Jae felt his balls begin to churn. He knew he wouldn't last much longer. He began to furiously pound his Sister's stretched out cunt.
Yooyeon felt her body coiling like a spring. She was about to cum. Her wonderful Brother was going to make her cum like never before.
Jae pounded away at Yooyeon's pussy. He thrust into her repeatedly. His cock grew even thicker, stretching her pussy wide. Then just before he released his life giving sperm, he felt his balls touch his Sister's ass cheeks.
Yooyeon's pussy had lengthened another inch to receive his entire cock inside her. She screamed, as her body gave into the need to cum. She tightly gripped his neck, and screamed. The walls of her pussy clamped down on her Brother's cock, and began milking him for the sperm her body craved. Yooyeon's long legs held tightly onto her Brother as she came.
Jae bit his Sister's throat as he erupted deep inside his Sister's body. He began firing load after load of baby making sperm into her cunt.
Yooyeon pulled her Brother's face to hers, and began chewing on her Brother's lower lip. Her body shook with lust as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life.
Jae went rigid as his balls continued to empty his baby making seed into his Sister's fertile womb.
Yooyeon held onto her Brother's face as tightly as she could as her body shook from her intense orgasm. Her long legs tightened around his hips, holding him in place. The pretty brunette shook, and writhed beneath her Brother.
As the siblings began to come down from their sexual high, the realization that they'd fucked bareback began to creep into their minds.
They broke the kiss and stared at one another in shock.
"Fuck, I just came in you." Jae stared at his Sister.
"What if you got me pregnant?" Yooyeon screeched. "I can't have my own Brother knocking me up. What would Mom and Dad say? Hell, what would my friends and co-workers say?"
Jae took a deep breath, and struggled to keep his cool. "Let's not panic yet. Just because I came in you doesn't mean you're going to get pregnant."
"Yes, but what if you did get me pregnant? I could end up having your baby. Shit, why did I agree to this stupid bet? Jae, you may have just knocked me up."
"Look, there's nothing we can do about it now. We'll just have to wait and see. People fuck all the time without conceiving children. The odds are really good that you won't get pregnant."
"I hope you're right. I love you baby Brother, but I don't want to have your kid." She ran her hand along her Brother's cheek. "However, I've got to be honest with you. I did enjoy having sex with you. I've never had multiple orgasms before. You made me cum three times. I don't think I'd be happy if this turned out to be a one time fuck."
"Does this mean you want to have sex with me again?"
"Hell yes. I want to fuck you all day every day while our parents are at work. But from now on you pull out before you cum. And I'm making a doctor's appointment. If you're going to keep fucking me like this, I need to go on the pill."
Jae leaned over his Sister and kissed her. He then gave her a warm smile. "You can forget about paying up on our bet. I got something much better out of it anyway."
Yooyeon squeezed Jae's softening cock with her vaginal walls. She felt her Brother's cock begin to stiffen. "I think you're about to get another payment on our bet. Just make sure you pull out before you cum this time."
Jae and Yooyeon fucked all day long, until it was time for Yooyeon to get ready for work.
Jae pulled out each time before spilling his seed where it didn't belong.
However, the siblings didn't think about the fact that pre-cum could also impregnate a woman.
Each time Jae fucked his Sister bareback, they increased their chances of making a baby together.
Later in the day, Yooyeon made an appointment with her gynecologist.
The soonest appointment available was three weeks away.
Yooyeon didn't want to wait that long, but she had no choice.
Jae would just have to pull out before he came for the next two weeks.
Yooyeon knew it was a dangerous plan, but she didn't want to wait two weeks before they resumed having sex.
Birth control cream was out of the question, because Yooyeon had suffered an allergic reaction to the cream when she tried to use it in the past.
She considered having Jae use a condom anyway, but the fact that the size of his cock would cause them to tear worried her. Trusting in a piece of latex that might or might not protect her was worse than having Jae pull out.
Jae's horror story about having left over pieces of latex stuck in her pussy worried Yooyeon.
Besides, Yooyeon loved the feel of her Brother's bare cock in her stretched out pussy.
Yooyeon got dressed for work, and then headed out the door, with her Brother in tow.
Jae followed his Sister to the plant in his pickup.
Yooyeon took Jae to meet their supervisor. She then headed to her station.
Jae filled out his paperwork, listened to the safety speech, and then headed home.
His parents asked him how the paperwork went.
The young man struggled to keep his voice from wavering as he spoke to his parents.
The memory of fucking his sexy Sister wouldn't go away. He was looking forward to the next day when his parents returned to work.
Yooyeon put in her shift, and then headed to the house. Not trusting herself in front of her parents, the young woman skipped eating and headed straight to bed.
Jae was in his room, thinking about the day's events. He was tempted to sneak into Yooyeon's room and fuck her before he went to sleep. But the young man knew that would be too big a risk.
Yooyeon struggled with the same thoughts. She wanted her Brother's cock in her one more time before she went to sleep, but knew it would be too risky to try. Her Parents would lose it if they caught their kids fucking. Yooyeon eventually drifted off to sleep. As she lay in bed sleeping, millions of her Brother's sperm swam deeper into her birth canal towards the waiting egg.
One tiny sperm cell made it to the outer wall of the waiting egg, and then bored its way inside.
Yooyeon didn't know it yet, but her trip to the doctor would not get her a prescription for birth control pills. She would be getting some life-changing news instead.
Chaewon stands under the dim light, flushed and sweaty from practice. Her strawberry-pink twin-tails cling damply to her neck. The tiny practice crop top rides up, exposing the dip of her waist and the faint sheen on her flat stomach. She barely reaches your chest. Next to you she looks like porcelain.
She fidgets, big shiny eyes flicking up then down, chewing her glossy lower lip.
“I, I’ve been thinking about it for weeks,” she whispers, her voice sounds small. “Every time you pick me up after schedule. Every time your hands are on me in the car…”
You step closer. She doesn’t retreat.
Her fingers twist in the hem of her skirt. “I want you to breed me, Oppa.” The words tumble out in a rush, her cheeks flaming. “I want you to fill my pussy so full that it shows. I want my belly to round out because of you, Oppa! Please!”
Your palm settles over her stomach—your hand spans almost her entire abdomen. She shivers violently at the contact.
“Are you serious, Chaewon-ah?” Your voice is low.
Chaewon nods frantically. “I’ve never wanted anything more. Please… make me yours like that.”
You lift her effortlessly onto the metal bench. Her legs part on instinct, skirt rucking up to show white cotton panties already darkened at the crotch. She’s soaked through.
Your thumbs hook under the waistband. The fabric peels away with a wet sound. Her pussy is flushed dark pink, glistening, lips puffy and slightly parted. A thin string of arousal stretches then snaps as you pull the panties down her thighs.
“Look how small you are,” you murmur, spreading her pussy open with both thumbs. Her entrance clenches on nothing, a needy little wink. “This tiny hole is supposed to take all of me?”
Chaewon whimpers, hips twitching. “It can. It will. I’ll be good, Oppa."
You free your cock. It slaps heavily against her inner thigh—thick, veined, and leaking. The thick head alone is wider than two of her fingers pressed together. She stares, eyes huge, breath hitching.
“It’s… bigger every time,” she breathes.
You notch the tip against her opening. Just the pressure makes her folds spread. She’s dripping down her asshole already.
“Relax, baby.”
You push.
Her mouth open in a silent cry as the head pops past her entrance. Her inner walls clamp down with hot and slick sensation and impossibly tight. You feel every fluttering inch of her trying to adjust.
“Too big—ah—too big—” she gasps, but her legs hook behind your thighs, pulling.
You sink another inch. Her stomach quivers. Then the faint outline of your cock bulging low in her abdomen already.
“Feel that?” You press your palm over the swell. “That’s me inside your little womb.”
Chaewon sobs, nails digging into your forearms. “Deeper… please deeper… I need it all.”
You roll your hips. Another thick inch disappears. Her pussy makes wet sucking noises with every movement as she gets stretched so wide the skin around her entrance is white from strain.
When you bottom out, your pelvis kisses her clit. The bulge in her stomach is unmistakable now—long and heavy, pressing outward. She looks down, eyes glassy with tears and pleasure.
“Oppa is rearranging my insides,” she whimpers. “I can feel it in my stomach.”
You pull back slowly. Her walls drag desperately, trying to keep you. The retreat leaves her pussy hole gaping for a heartbeat before you thrust back in, harder this time.
Chaewon keens, head thrown back. “Yes—yes—oh my god—deeper—breed me—Oppa!”
You set a punishing rhythm. Each thrust makes her tiny body jolt. Her breasts bounce under the crop top, nipples diamond-hard against the fabric.
You yank the material up; small, perfect tits spill free with pale pink areolas and stiff peaks.
You wrap one hand completely around her waist—fingers almost meeting at her spine—and use the grip to fuck her harder. She is weightless in your hold, a perfect little cocksleeve.
Her pussy squelches loudly. Clear slick coats your cock, drips down your balls, and puddles on the bench. The size difference is vulgar; your thick length splitting her open, her flat belly distending with each deep stroke.
“You want me to put a baby in you,” you growl against her ear. “Pump this tiny womb so full it has no choice.”
Chaewon’s eyes roll. “Yes—please—fill me—make my tummy swell—!”
You angle up, grinding the spot that makes her scream. Her legs tremble violently. She’s close—walls fluttering, clit throbbing against your pubic bone.
“Cum on my cock first,” you order. “Show me how badly you want my cum, Chaewon-ah.”
She shatters almost instantly.
Her whole body locks. A gush of slick sprays against your pelvis. Her pussy clamps rhythmically, trying to pull you deeper, rippling in waves.
She sobs your name, tears streaking her cheeks, strawberry-pink hair plastered to her face.
You don’t stop.
You fuck her through the orgasm—long, punishing strokes that make the bulge in her stomach slide up and down visibly. Her voice cracks into high, broken whimpers.
“Too much—too full—ah—ah—!”
You pin her wrists above her head with one hand. The other returns to her waist, thumb pressing over the outline of your cock.
“Feel how deep I am?” You grind. “Right against your cervix. Gonna open it up and flood your womb.”
Chaewon’s eyes are unfocused, mouth slack. “Do it… breed me… please… want your baby… want to be round with it…”
You feel the pressure build as balls tighten, cock swelling even thicker inside her spasming heat.
“I'm breeding you, ugh,” you groan.
You bury yourself to the hilt and hold.
The first pulse is violent. Thick ropes of cum blast directly into her cervix. Her eyes widen, mouth forming a silent O as she feels the heat bloom deep inside.
Second spurt. Third. Fourth.
Her stomach visibly swells—small, tight dome forming under your palm. She’s panting, trembling, overwhelmed.
“So much… I can feel it… filling me… oh god—”
You keep coming. Pulse after pulse. Her pussy milks greedily, fluttering, trying to drink every drop. Excess cum leaks out around your shaft, creamy white against her flushed pink folds.
When you finally finish, you stay buried. Your hand strokes the soft, cum-bloated curve of her lower belly.
“You're so pretty,” you murmur. “All swollen with my cum. Perfect tiny breeding doll.”
Chaewon’s breath hitches. Fresh tears slip down her cheeks—not from pain, from bliss.
“I can feel it, Oppa… so deep… so full…” Her voice is wrecked. “Thank you…”
You lean down, kissing her softly. She kisses back with shaky devotion, tiny hands clutching your shoulders.
You stay locked together until your cock softens just enough to slip free with a wet gush. A thick stream of white follows, pouring from her used hole onto the bench.
Chaewon whimpers at the loss, thighs trembling.
You scoop her up bridal style, her cum-stuffed body light as air and carry her to the showers.
She nuzzles into your chest, voice barely audible.
“Next time… do it again. Promise?”
You kiss the top of her head. “Every time you ask, baby.”
The months after your enlistment passed in a blur of adjustment and longing. Basic training was grueling, early mornings, endless drills, the strict hierarchy that left little room for personal thoughts. Letters from Seoyeon became your lifeline: handwritten pages filled with updates about her MFA program in Seoul, the late-night writing workshops that inspired her, the small apartment she rented near campus, and how she missed your cooking and the way you’d hold her at night. She sent photos of her smiling with new friends, but you could read the quiet loneliness in her eyes. You wrote back whenever you could, telling her about the friendships forged in your unit, the pride you felt pushing through the physical challenges, and how counting the days until your first leave kept you going. Phone calls were rare and short, but every “I love you” carried the weight of years of shared history.
Seoyeon threw herself into her studies, producing short stories that drew on your childhood memories and university days. You advanced in training, earning small privileges through diligence. The distance tested you both, but the foundation you had built, childhood friendship, university love, that passionate last night together, held strong. Letters grew more intimate, with her describing how she touched herself thinking of you, and you admitting the same during lonely nights in the barracks.
Your first military leave finally arrived after several months, a precious week of freedom. You took the earliest train from your base, heart pounding as you arrived in Seoul. Seoyeon waited at the station, looking even more beautiful than in your memories: her hair longer, a soft sweater hugging her curves, eyes lighting up the moment she saw you in uniform. She ran into your arms, burying her face in your chest as you lifted her off the ground, spinning her gently.
“Hyun-woo… you’re here,” she whispered, voice cracking with emotion. You kissed her right there on the platform, soft at first, then deeper, tasting the salt of happy tears. The world faded; it was just the two of you again.
You spent the first day in Seoul simply being together. She showed you her tiny apartment, where you made love slowly on her bed, rediscovering each other’s bodies with tender touches and whispered affections. But for your reunion trip, you both agreed on something special: Jeju Island. A short flight later, you landed in paradise, black sand beaches, volcanic landscapes, and the ocean breeze that felt like freedom.
The trip was filled with soft, cute moments that healed the months apart. You rented a small hanok-style guesthouse with a view of the sea. Mornings started with breakfast in bed, fresh hallabong oranges you peeled for her, feeding each other bites between kisses. You walked hand-in-hand along the Olle trails, stopping to take silly selfies with the wind tousling her hair. At Jeongbang Waterfall, she leaned back against your chest as the mist cooled your skin, your arms wrapped around her waist. Evenings were for stargazing on the beach, wrapped in one blanket, sharing stories of your separate lives. She teased you about looking handsome in uniform; you told her how her writing voice in her letters made you fall in love all over again. You bought matching couple keychains at a market, simple shells engraved with your initials, and she blushed when you said, “So you remember me every day.”
One afternoon, the pull of desire became irresistible. You found a secluded stretch of beach near Jungmun, tucked between towering lava rocks that shielded you from prying eyes. The sun was warm, the waves gentle. Seoyeon had packed a small bag with “surprises”, a discreet bullet vibrator and a small bottle of lube, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she revealed them.
“I missed you so much,” she murmured, pulling you behind the rocks. Clothes came off quickly, scattered on a towel. Naked under the open sky, she dropped to her knees first, taking your hardening cock into her mouth with loving hunger. Her blowjob was sloppy and devoted, tongue swirling around the head before she took you deeper, humming with pleasure. You groaned, hands in her hair, the ocean breeze mixing with the wet sounds.
You laid her down on the towel, spreading her legs. She was already soaked. You teased her clit with the bullet vibrator on low, watching her arch and moan softly, biting her lip to stay quiet as tourists walked far in the distance. “Hyun-woo… please,” she begged. You slid the toy inside her, thrusting it gently while sucking on her nipples, her juices coating your fingers. She came quickly, shuddering, pussy clenching around the vibrator as waves crashed nearby.
Needing more, you positioned her on all fours, facing the rocks. You entered her from behind in one smooth thrust, her tight heat enveloping you completely. The sex was passionate and primal, your hips slapping against her ass as you fucked her deep, the vibrator now pressed against her clit. She pushed back against you, moaning your name, her breasts swaying with every thrust. The risk of being caught added thrill; you reached around to rub her clit, feeling her second orgasm rip through her walls milking your cock.
You pulled out and had her ride you, the toy forgotten as skin met skin. Her hands braced on your chest, hips rolling expertly, taking you to the hilt again and again. “I love feeling you inside me,” she gasped. The sun warmed your joined bodies as you thrust up into her, hands gripping her ass.
Later that evening, back at the guesthouse, the mood shifted to something softer and deeply romantic. You drew a bath together, washing each other with gentle hands. In bed, under the moonlight filtering through the windows, you made love slowly. You kissed every inch of her, her eyelids, neck, breasts, the curve of her hips. She wrapped her legs around you as you entered her missionary-style, eyes locked. Your thrusts were deep and unhurried, savoring the connection. “I missed this so much,” you whispered, voice thick. “You feel like home.”
Seoyeon’s hands roamed your back, pulling you closer. “Cum inside me, Hyun-woo. Fill me up.” Her walls fluttered around you as she came again, soft cries muffled against your shoulder. You followed moments later, burying yourself deep and releasing thick, warm spurts of cum into her welcoming pussy, the creampie overflowing as you stayed connected, kissing tenderly through the aftershocks.
The rest of the trip was more of the same, beach walks, fresh seafood dinners, quiet talks about the future. But the week ended too soon. You flew back to Seoul together, then parted at the station. She hugged you tightly. “Come back safe. I’ll be waiting with more stories… and more surprises.”
You returned to military training with renewed purpose, the memories fueling you through drills and nights in the barracks. Seoyeon dove back into her MFA, writing with fresh inspiration, sending you chapters that made the distance bearable. The separation continued, but your bond, forged in childhood, tested by time, and reignited in passion, only grew stronger.
The party was getting out of hand, but since it wasn't your house, you didn't really care. You were sure someone had thrown up in the downstairs bathroom, and you'd heard a bunch of plates breaking in the kitchen. So far, it had been a great party.
Well, if the downstairs bathroom was clogged, then you'd have to use the one upstairs. Unless you were going to pee in the yard, which you weren't going to do, you didn't see any other solution.
In the hallway, you ran into someone completely disoriented, asking where Saki was. You had no idea who this Saki was, but you were pretty sure that the girl in front of you was the one who had thrown up in the bathroom. She was completely drunk, staggering as she walked, and her words stumbling over each other when she tried to speak. Her long blonde hair was a mess, and her clothes were disheveled. For a moment you doubted that this Saki was real, but a second later you heard the stranger shout her name and run towards a pink-haired girl who was passed out near the entrance.
Hurrying your pace to avoid wetting yourself, you climbed the stairs to the second floor. Despite being a spacious house, it was quite simple. Just a straight hallway with a series of doors leading to each room. Fortunately, the host's family, whom you didn't even know, had taken the trouble to put a sign on each door indicating which room it led to. That nice touch helped you find the bathroom.
The door was ajar, so you figured no one was inside. You opened it fully and quickly closed it behind you. Footsteps reached you from the stairs, and not wanting to miss out on the bathroom, you rushed inside. The moment you closed the door, you heard someone make a noise of displeasure. For a second, you thought you'd were already drunk because it was impossible for the sound to be coming from inside. But no, your ears weren't deceiving you. There was a girl sitting on the toilet.
"Hey, what are you doing? Can't you see I'm using the bathroom?" the girl scolded you without moving from the toilet. Of course she was going to move, because she was clearly sitting there to use it. Her dress was hiked up and her panties were around her ankles, but the big leather jacket she was wearing prevented you from seeing anything. That, and the fact that her knees were together. Even though she was looking at you, you couldn't tell the color of her eyes because, for some reason, she was wearing sunglasses.
"Sorry," you blurted out, trying to look away.
"What are you doing? Idiot, close the door. Can't you see I'm peeing?" Her noisy scolding made you close the door again, the one you had opened to leave. You felt stupid standing there, unable to leave or even look at her.
"Are you embarrassed?" she inquired, the unmistakable sound of urine hitting the toilet bowl mingling with her words. "Haven't you ever seen anyone pee?"
That wasn't the issue. What bothered you was that you two were strangers. You'd walked in by mistake because she hadn't closed the door properly, and now you were stuck there until she finished. "I don't usually watch my friends pee, and we don't even know each other," you said, trying to distract yourself by looking at the wood grain pattern on the door.
"Is that your problem?" the girl scoffed, bursting into laughter. "My name is Kazuha, though everyone calls me Zuha."
You told her your name, still examining the door with more interest than anyone could ever have on a simple door. You didn't have a cool nickname like hers, so you preferred to keep quiet about what your friends called you.
"I'd rather call you a coward, or a scaredy-cat," she said, ignoring your name. "Because you're afraid to look at me."
"I'm not afraid," you said quickly. "It's just... why would I have to look at you?"
"To prove you're not afraid, duh!" she mocked.
"I told you that I'm not afraid," you said, raising your voice as you turned to face her, just as she insisted. When you turned, you found Zuha looking at you, her sunglasses having slipped down her nose, allowing you to see the color of her eyes. A soft brown that quickly captivated you with its depth. She frowned in an amused expression as the sound of urine returned. She was actually peeing while looking you in the eyes. "Aren't you ashamed?"
"Why? We all pee sometimes. It's natural. Do you have a lighter?" The question threw you off because it came out of nowhere, but you soon realized it was because she'd taken a cigarette from her jacket pocket.
You chose not to answer her question, the first of the two. Instead, you took the lighter out of your pocket and offered it to her, but she put the cigarette to her mouth and leaned toward you in a clear gesture that she wanted you to light it. Giving up, you went over to her to light the cigarette the way she wanted.
The bathroom was far from spacious, so the smell of smoke quickly filled the air. You were about to ask her for a cigarette, but decided it was better to wait until you left to smoke. Instead, you leaned against the door to keep watching her pee, because you had the feeling she'd scold you again if you tried to look away.
Kazuha stepped back, cigarette in mouth, to grab the toilet paper. Holding your gaze to make sure you weren't looking where you shouldn't this time, she wiped herself and threw the used paper in the trash. You couldn't help but notice how beautiful her eyes were. Her face was beautiful in general, but her eyes were what you liked most about what little you'd seen of her.
"Here," she said, offering you the cigarette with the same hand she'd used to wipe herself. You took it without hesitation, ignoring how unhygienic that must be. But you'd drunk quite a bit that night, so your system was probably full of alcohol, which would kill any germs.
You relaxed for a moment, taking a drag of the cigarette. You closed your eyes as you felt the smoke fill your lungs, pondering what you'd gotten yourself into. When you opened them, you found Zuha standing there, her underwear and dress where they belonged. Despite the jacket, you could see how the dress clung almost tightly to her curves.
Exhaling smoke through your nose, you moved to let her approach the sink. Without a word, Zuha lathered up her hands and washed them. After drying them on her dress, she snatched the cigarette from your mouth. There was no point in protesting; after all, it was hers, but you still would have preferred a bit more courtesy. Then she bent down to pick up a bottle of beer and brought it to her lips as she leaned against the bathroom door, but stopped just before it touched them. "Want some?" she asked, offering you the bottle. "Relax," she added, seeing your hesitation. "It's not what you think... Unless you are into that." She said with a broad smile before bringing the bottle to her lips and taking a sip.
"Hheeewww No!" You exclaimed when you understood what she meant. You weren't drunk enough to even consider doing that.
The two of you stood there for what seemed like an eternity, until she finished her cigarette and threw it in the toilet. "Well, are you going to pee or are we going to stay here forever?" she asked casually.
"What? Noooo!" You looked at her, backing away a little, as far as the cramped bathroom allowed. "Get out, I'm not going to do it with you here."
She laughed before answering. "You saw me pee, it's only fair that I see you. It's to even things out."
"But I saw you by accident, it's not the same."
"You saw me anyway, you scaredy-cat." She laughed at you. "Why so cowardly?"
"Why so insistent?" You fired back. "Are you a voyeur or something?"
"I already told you it's the fairest thing to do." She replied, nudging you by the shoulder to get you closer to the toilet. "Hurry up. Saki is waiting for me, and I don't trust Yunjin to look after her. If anything happens to her, it'll be your fault."
You were tempted to tell her that this Yunjin woman was probably indeed in no condition to care for anyone, and that it was already too late for Saki, but you decided that wasn't your problem. Accepting that the quickest way out of there was to do as she said, you stood in front of the toilet and pulled out your penis, making sure Zuha didn't see your private parts. Almost instantly, you felt a weakness in your legs; damn, you really needed to pee. Your bladder was about to burst, which helped you ignore the fact that Zuha hadn't flushed and you were urinating on her pee and cigarette butt.
The sound of urine hitting the polished surface of the toilet bowl and the water filling the small room. You really needed to empty your bladder; you'd had too much beer that night. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, forgetting everything as the urine flowed, as you released the insistent pressure on your bladder, until something startled you.
"What the hell?!" you exclaimed in surprise when you felt a chin rest on your shoulder and a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. "What are you fucking doing?" you asked, trying to free yourself from Zuha's embrace.
"I've always wanted to know what it feels like to pee standing up," she replied with a laugh as her hands encircled yours. That made you move even more, and you inevitably peed outside the toilet bowl. "Oops! Let me aim properly." To your complete disbelief, Zuha's hands snatched your penis away, grasping it and aiming it at the toilet bowl again. "Come on, pee." She added, noticing that nothing was coming out of your member anymore."
"You're sick, I'm not going to do it." You said, still trying unsuccessfully to free yourself from her grip. Maybe the fact that she was holding your cock so casually was draining your strength, or was it that you didn't want her to let you go?
"Whiny." She whispered in your ear. The closeness allowed you to smell alcohol and something else on her breath, maybe marijuana. But that closeness also let you smell the scent of her shampoo and the perfume she had applied many hours before but that was still present on her skin. It was all an intoxicating mixture. "Come on, don't be like that."
"Can you let go of me, please?" You asked as calmly as you could.
"Just pee and I'll let you go." She replied, moving your cock to undermine her point.
"Kazuha." Her name sounded strange when you said it. "Leave me alone." You sighed "I just want to pee."
"And I want to know what it feels like to pee standing up. We want the same thing." She pressed herself closer to you, making you acutely aware of how her breasts were pressed against your back. You desperately wished this was all a nightmare.
"But you're not gonna be the one actually peeing!" You were already starting to lose patience, but you couldn't see any way to break free from her grip.
"It's the same thing. Hurry up, I have to go."
"Aaaahhg." Fine." You finally gave in to her stupid request, or rather, demand. She simply let out a giggle that you interpreted as a gesture of triumph.
You took a deep breath, trying to relax as much as possible, trying to ignore the fact that a girl you had met just minutes before was holding your penis while you peed. But if you were going to do it, it was best to be calm, so you leaned your head back, resting it on her shoulder, while you pressed down on your bladder. You didn't see it, but you felt and heard the urine leaving your body and falling into the toilet, mixing with what she had done earlier. Before you knew it, your bladder was empty, but now Zuha was shaking your cock from side to side, apparently to dry it out.
This girl was unbelievable. Not only had she forced you to watch her pee, but she'd also forced you to pee in front of her, and, not content with that, she'd insisted on holding your cock while you did it. Right now, she was playfully teasing your cock, moving it like some kind of propeller or something. Add to that the fact that you'd met her less than half an hour ago, and the situation was hilarious.
"Are you a virgin?" she asked out of the blue, still holding your cock.
"What? No. Why did you—"
"You got hard." She interrupted. Only then did you realize that you did indeed have a semi-erect penis. Apparently, all that stupid play was catching up with you.
"Let me go!" you exclaimed, renewing your attempts to break free.
"Heeee! You like the feeling of my hand, don't you?" If everything that had happened up to this point seemed surreal, what came next felt like something out of the stupidest porn you'd ever seen. Without any shame, something Zuha apparently didn't know, she moved her hand over your cock to stimulate your member. Instantly, a shiver ran through your body and an inevitable sigh escaped your lips. "You are a virgin, aren't you?" she mocked as her hand explored your member.
"I'm not!"
"Yes, you are. That's why you were embarrassed to see me pee."
"Noooooo!!!" you exclaimed, somewhat angry but feeling the effects of what she was doing with her hands. "I know a lot about fucking, I've been with a lot of girls."
"I don't believe you. You're a cowardly, lying virgin."
"Fuck you." "You've really lost your mind, you're crazy."
"Do it yourself. If you know so much about fucking, then prove it." Just like that, Zuha let go of your cock and pulled away from you. Your pride was wounded as you immediately started to miss her hand on you.
"What the hell does that mean?" you asked, turning to face her. Only then did you notice how your cock was fully erect.
"Let's do it." She said, biting a nail as she looked at your member. She couldn't help but smile at what she was seeing.
"What do I get out of it?" you asked, ignoring how her hand had returned to your cock.
"My respect, and proof that you're not a scaredy-cat virgin."
"What good is your respect to me? We don't even know each other."
"Suit yourself." She shrugged to emphasize that it was your decision. "Do you think I'm ugly? Oh, I know." "You're gay!" she pointed out, moving her hand faster.
"Damn it, I curse the moment I walked into this bathroom!" you exclaimed, taking a step to corner Zuha between the door and your body. You were already fed up with her games and her teasing; in the short time since you'd met, Kazuha had already managed to push your patience to the limit.
You leaned forward, seeking her lips. She didn't pull away but came to meet you as well. Your mouths melted into a kiss that you both tried to control, but after a few seconds, it was clear she had won. Her tongue invaded your mouth along with the taste of tobacco and beer, as you pressed her against the door. Since she already had her hand on you, you decided it was only fair to do the same, so you gripped her thighs.
Her muscles were toned; the moment you touched them, you noticed how strong her legs were. She must have worked out a lot, and boy, did she ever. If it worked. Your restless hands moved up her body until they grasped the hem of her dress and lifted it with some difficulty because it clung to her skin. Now that her ass was free, you could grab it as you pleased. You held her buttocks with open hands, instantly feeling that they were as firm as her thighs but molded more easily to the insistence of your fingers.
After kneading her ass for a few moments, moments in which your lips never parted more than the millimeters necessary to breathe, you moved your hands to rub her crotch. Your fingers found her center, and even through her panties, you could feel the moisture forming there. You pressed your fingers against Zuha's folds and felt her moan into your mouth. Somehow, that healed the wound that her grip on your cock had left on your pride earlier.
While you caressed her pussy and felt her panties becoming wetter and wetter, she was furiously masturbating you. Her hand moved, squeezing your member, twisting her wrist as she approached the base to generate more friction. It was clear she was an expert at this sort of things.
Wanting to show off your skills and making it perfectly clear you were no virgin, you pulled away from her with difficulty. You knelt in front of Zuha and kissed the inside of her thigh, which made her tremble but also take matters into her own hands. You didn't have to do it yourself; she removed her panties and left them on the sink. You simply smiled because, although you were sure she'd never admit it, you weren't the only one who was hungry now.
Instead of slowly licking between her folds and taking your time as you would have with someone else, in another place and context, you threw yourself headlong into devouring her cunt. You grabbed Zuha by the ass and held on to her, burying your face between her legs. The intoxicating scent of her pussy filled your nostrils and made you salivate. You used that same saliva to help you devour her dripping wet cunt. You must have been doing something right because Kazuha's pussy was completely damp.
Unlike the taste of her mouth, the taste of Zuha's pussy was delicious and intoxicating. Her juices ran down your chin as you devoured her as voraciously as you could. Your tongue went as deep as it could to collect her sweet nectar, your lips sucking on her delicate clit, eliciting moans that she didn't bother trying to stifle except by biting the sleeve of her jacket. Your hands kneaded her buttocks with the same hunger that your lips battled against her petals. Just to see how far she would let you go, you ventured a mischievous finger between her buttocks to caress her back entrance. You withdrew it as soon as you applied a little pressure there because Zuha slapped you on the head, which you interpreted as her not wanting you playing with her ass like that.
To punish you for your audacity, she grabbed your hair and, using the door as leverage, ground her hips against you. You wouldn't normally let yourself be dominated like that, so blatantly, but Kazuha was devilishly hot and had your arousal levels through the roof. Her juices soaked your face completely as she rubbed herself against you, using you like some kind of toy. Surprisingly, you found that you didn't mind, not coming from her at least.
Panting heavily, Zuha released you. Your eyes met once more; those stupid sunglasses still partially hiding her eyes, but that didn't stop you from seeing the flame of lust burning in them.
Kazuha bit her lower lip as she lifted one leg. Your jaw almost dropped to the floor when you saw her raise her foot above her head and hold it with one hand, while using the other to part the lips of her pussy and reveal her throbbing entrance. It was an act that could only be interpreted as an invitation to fuck her. You didn't need anything more than that.
"You're full of surprises," you whispered, a smile spreading across your face. You stood up as if you had springs instead of legs. You found her lips, sharing a kiss and the nectar of her own cunt, while you rubbed the head of your cock against her entrance. Zuha rested her leg on your shoulder as you buried your member deep inside her.
The moans from both of you filled the small bathroom, mingling with the wet sound of skin against skin. You pressed Zuha against the door, partly to help her hold on and partly so you could thrust harder. Your cock ventured as far in as it would go, penetrating her to the hilt, but even then it wasn't enough. Your hands roamed her body, grabbing her ass, kneading her breasts through her dress, or simply tugging at her hair.
She clung to you even tighter, not just with her hands but with her cunt as well. Her wet walls closed around your member, embracing your cock in a warm embrace that seemed to squeeze your flesh. Your head thrust rampantly inside her, molding her body to the shape of your cock, while she received your thrusts with moans.
Having her like this, surrendered to you and to pleasure, felt wonderful. Your chest swelled with pride as you felt Zuha melt in your hands, as someone who until recently was a complete stranger moaned shamelessly into your mouth. You were making it perfectly clear to her that you weren't a virgin and that you knew how to fuck. The way her walls gripped your cock confirmed that you were winning this argument.
You thought about lifting her other leg, holding her up in the air, and fucking her against the door so she'd never forget what that stranger she called a virgin had made her feel, but you couldn't bring yourself to carry out your plan. Her cunt was delicious and addictive, its walls gripping you mercilessly, her moans muffled by your mouth were music to your ears. All of Kazuha was a delight straight from your wildest fantasies.
When you came, you did it resting your forehead against hers, looking into her eyes and moaning. Your throbbing cock shot semen inside her as she came too, spasming and moaning. Her cunt milked you, and you happily gave her all the cum you had, so happy to empty your balls into the hottest, wildest woman you'd ever known. Blessed be the moment you walked into that bathroom.
You carefully pulled away from her, reluctantly wanting to leave the scorching warmth of her hole and mouth. She finally placed both feet on the floor, still leaning her weight against the door. You sat on the toilet, trying to catch your breath. Though relatively brief, the whole thing had felt like running a marathon.
Kazuha smiled at you from the door before approaching you, taking your chin in her hand, and kissing you. This time, it was calmer and more controlled, but still charged with passion. More like what a couple would do, not two strangers in a bathroom that wasn't theirs. "So it turns out you did know how to fuck after all," she whispered against your lips. "You're no virgin," she declared before placing a chaste kiss on your lips. Then she let go of you to adjust her dress and cover her private parts.
"Hey, do you think…" you dared to begin after a few moments of silence between you two. "Could you-" Why were you suddenly so nervous?
"What?" She asked while touching up her lipstick, looking in the mirror.
"I mean-"
"Hoooo! You want my number?" she asked, tilting her head. "Well, yeah, yeah, do you have a pen or paper?" She said, adjusting the neckline of her dress. "Yeah, it's…" You were rummaging through your pockets for your phone when you heard her say, "1-800-you fucking wish, did you get that?" An uncontrollable laugh erupted as she opened the bathroom door. "Call me, hahahaha," she added, blowing you a kiss and winking as she left the bathroom, leaving the door ajar behind her.
You just sat there trying to process what had just happened, with Kazuha's used panties forgotten on the sink as the only memento of this unlikely encounter.
A/N: I just saw all the Zuha content coming out yesterday and suddenly I had the urge to write her. That hot girl Zuha was too much to take, so much that I'm simpin on her instead of Yunjin that is my actual bias.
The kitchen smelled of bacon and coffee, the familiar morning hum of the house settling around Y/N as he sat at the table, picking at a plate of scrambled eggs. Sunlight streamed through the window above the sink, casting warm rectangles across the worn wooden floor. He was still half-dazed from the previous night—the taste of J's lips, the feel of her tongue, the way she'd stroked him until he'd almost come undone. He'd barely slept, replaying every moment, his cock twitching under the table just from the memory.
The soft padding of footsteps on the stairs pulled him from his reverie. He didn't look up, staring resolutely at his plate, but he knew it was her. The faint scent of jasmine and honey drifted into the room before she even reached the bottom step.
"Morning, step-bro," J's voice came from behind him, light and teasing.
Y/N grunted in response, his throat tight. He heard her approach, felt the shift in air, and then—her warm breath against his ear, the wet tip of her tongue sliding along the inner curve of his ear. A low, quiet moan vibrated from her throat, barely a whisper, but it sent a bolt of electricity straight to his groin. Her lips brushed his earlobe as she murmured, "Loved the practice last night. We should do it again. I know I can take all of you next time."
His cock hardened instantly, straining against his joggers. He gripped the fork so hard his knuckles went white, his face burning. J pulled back, her voice returning to its normal sweet tone as she circled the table and sat down opposite him, her lips curved in a smug smile.
Y/N couldn't look at her. He stared at his eggs, the yellow yolks suddenly looking obscene. He heard her pour herself a glass of orange juice, the clink of the pitcher against the glass. She hummed softly—a Stayc song, he realized with a jolt. Her song, the one he'd edited.
"Sleep well?" she asked, her tone innocent.
"Fine," he muttered.
The stairs creaked again, heavier this time. Jiheon's voice called out, "Smells good! Did Mom leave the bacon out?"
She walked into the kitchen, her hair still damp from a shower, wearing a bright red dotted blouse and a white short skirt. Her eyes flicked between Y/N and J, her brow furrowing slightly. She grabbed a plate and sat down next to J, across from Y/N.
"Morning," Jiheon said, spearing a piece of bacon. "You two are quiet."
"Just tired," J replied, her foot—bare, warm—finding Y/N's ankle under the table. He flinched, nearly knocking over his glass.
"Careful with those late night study sessions, J-ah." Jiheon added, her eyes narrowing. She looked at Y/N, who was still avoiding her gaze. "You okay? You look like you saw a ghost."
"Fine," Y/N repeated, his voice strangled.
The meal continued in a tense rhythm. Jiheon chatted about school, about a test she had, about her boyfriend who kept upseting her. J responded with polite interest, but her foot was moving. It slid up Y/N's calf, slow and deliberate, tracing the line of his shin. He tried to shift his leg away, but she followed, her toes curling against the fabric of his joggers. Higher. Her foot reached his knee, then his thigh, pressing gently into the muscle.
Y/N's breath hitched. He took a gulp of orange juice, the cold liquid doing nothing to cool the heat pooling in his groin. His cock was painfully hard now, pressing against the waistband of his joggers, a visible tent forming.
Jiheon's chatter faltered. She glanced at Y/N, then at J, who was smiling serenely, her foot still working. Jiheon's eyes dropped—just a flicker—to the table edge, then lower. She leaned slightly, peering under the table.
Y/N saw her expression shift. Her eyes widened, then narrowed. Her jaw tightened. She looked at J, then back at Y/N, her lips pressing into a thin line.
"Something interesting down there?" Jiheon asked, her voice flat.
J's foot didn't stop. "Just stretching my legs. Cramps."
Jiheon's gaze burned into Y/N. He felt his face flush hotter. He wanted to disappear, to sink through the floor. But J's foot kept massaging his thigh, and his cock kept throbbing, and the tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife.
"Mom's working late tonight," Jiheon said, her tone suddenly cold. "She said we should order pizza."
"Great," J said, her foot sliding higher, brushing against the base of his erection. "I'm in the mood for something… filling."
Y/N nearly choked on his toast.
The school day was a blur of heat and distraction. The afternoon sun blazed through the classroom windows, and Y/N's mind was everywhere but on his lessons. The memory of J's mouth on his ear, the feel of her foot on his thigh, the way Jiheon's eyes had darkened with something that looked like jealousy—it all swirled together, making him hard again in the middle of history class. He had to adjust himself, praying no one noticed.
By the time the final bell rang, he was drenched in sweat. The air outside was thick and humid, the kind of heat that seeped through clothes and clung to skin. He walked home slowly, his bag heavy on his shoulder, his thoughts churning.
The house was quiet when he let himself in. The AC hummed, a welcome relief. He dropped his bag by the door and kicked off his shoes, heading straight for the stairs. A shower was the only thing on his mind—cold water, to wash away the sweat and the lingering tension.
He climbed the stairs, his steps heavy. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, steam curling out. He didn't think twice. He pushed it open, his eyes already on the toilet, his hand reaching for the light switch.
Then he saw it.
A pink bra, lacy and delicate, draped over the edge of the sink. The cups were padded, the straps thin. A pair of matching panties—tiny, barely there—lay crumpled on the floor beside a towel.
Y/N froze. His eyes followed the trail of clothing—a tank top, a pair of shorts—leading to the glass shower door. And through the fogged glass, a silhouette. Curves, wet skin, water streaming down.
The door slid open.
Jiheon stood there, naked, water beading on her shoulders, her breasts full and round, nipples dark and erect. Her hair was plastered to her face, her eyes wide with surprise—or feigned surprise.
"Oh, hey, step-bro," she said, her voice carrying over the sound of the shower. "I didn't know you came home early. Mind giving me a hand in here?"
Y/N's mouth went dry. His eyes locked on her body—the curve of her waist, the dark triangle between her legs, the way the water traced paths down her skin. He couldn't look away.
"Jiheon, so sorry," he stammered, his voice cracking. "I didn't even see you in there. I just had to use the bathroom asap."
He turned to flee, but her voice stopped him.
"Wait."
He didn't. He reached for the door handle, but it was already too late. Her hand—wet, warm—caught his wrist. She pulled him back, her strength surprising. He stumbled, his feet slipping on the damp tile.
"Don't be shy," she said, her voice low, husky. "You've been making edits of me and my unnies for months. J told me. Plus, i've seen the way you're looking at my ass when I bend over. I've seen the way you stare at J's boobs. You want to fuck us."
"I—" He couldn't form words.
She stepped closer, her body radiating heat. The water from the shower was still running, spraying mist into the air. She reached for the hem of his shirt, her fingers brushing his stomach.
"You're all sweaty," she said. "Come on. Let me help you clean up."
She pulled him forward, her hands firm on his chest, pushing him toward the shower. The warm spray hit him, soaking his shirt instantly. He gasped, the cold shock of the water mixing with the heat of her body.
"Jiheon, we shouldn't—"
"Shouldn't what?" She pulled his shirt up, over his head. It stuck to his skin, but she tugged it free, tossing it onto the bathroom floor. Her hands went to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. "You didn't seem to mind last night with J."
His eyes widened. "How did you—"
"I saw the way she was looking at you this morning. I saw her foot. And I saw the tent in your pants." She unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the zipper down. "I'm not stupid, Y/N. I know what's going on."
He wanted to deny it, but his body betrayed him. His cock was already hard, straining against his boxers. She noticed, her lips curling into a smile.
"Looks like you're ready for round two," she said, her voice dripping with mockery and desire.
She pushed his jeans down, his boxers following. His cock sprang free, standing tall, the tip already glistening with precum. She knelt in front of him, the water cascading over her shoulders, her breasts swaying with the movement.
"Fuck, you're big," she breathed, her hand wrapping around his shaft. "No wonder J was so eager."
She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip. He shuddered, his hands gripping the shower door frame for support. Her lips closed around him, sucking gently, drawing him into the wet heat of her mouth.
"Jiheon…" he groaned, his head falling back.
She took him deeper, her tongue swirling along the underside, her hand pumping the base. She moved with a rhythm that was practiced, hungry, her eyes looking up at him through the water. The steam swirled around them, the only sounds the hiss of the shower and the wet, obscene noises of her mouth working his cock.
"God, you taste good," she murmured, pulling off for a moment, her hand still stroking. "J didn't get to finish you, did she? I bet she was too scared."
He couldn't answer. His hips were moving, thrusting into her hand, into her mouth. She took him again, deeper this time, her throat relaxing as she swallowed him down. He felt the tip hit the back of her throat, felt her gag slightly, but she pushed through, taking him all the way.
Her hands moved to his balls, cupping them, squeezing gently. She bobbed her head, faster now, the water sluicing over her back. The pressure built in his groin, a coil of heat tightening, threatening to snap.
"I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice ragged.
She didn't pull away. She sucked harder, her hand working in tandem, her eyes locked on his. The sight of her—naked, kneeling, water streaming down her face, his cock buried in her mouth—was too much.
He came with a guttural cry, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into her mouth. She swallowed, her throat working, but some of it escaped, spilling over her lips and onto her chin. She pulled back, his cock sliding out with a wet pop, and looked up at him, a string of cum connecting her lips to his tip.
Then she stood, her body glistening. She cupped her breasts, pushing them together, and tilted her head.
"Now," she said, her voice low and commanding, "finish what you started. Cover me."
His cock was still hard, still aching. She reached down, stroking him once, twice, then aimed his tip at her chest. A few more drops of cum spilled out, but she wasn't satisfied.
"Again," she said, her hand working him faster. "I want to feel it."
He was sensitive, overstimulated, but the sight of her—her breasts, her smirk, the way she handled him—sent another wave of arousal through him. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward, and this time, a thick rope of cum shot out, landing on her left breast. Another, on her right. A third, splattering across her collarbone.
She watched, her eyes half-lidded, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. When he was done, her chest was painted white, the cum mixing with the water, sliding down her skin.
She looked up at him, her fingers tracing through the mess, bringing a drop to her lips. "Good boy," she whispered.
Y/N stood there, panting, his legs weak, his mind reeling. The water continued to fall, washing away the evidence, but the memory lingered. The tension. The heat. The two sisters, each claiming a piece of him.
Jiheon stepped closer, pressing her cum-slicked body against his, her arms wrapping around his neck. She kissed him, deep and slow, her tongue sliding against his. He tasted himself on her lips.
"Now," she said, pulling back, her eyes dark and hungry, "let's talk about what happens next."
"What do you mean next? This is already far enough. I can't believe i came in my step-sister's mouth and that you swallowed it all."
"I did, Y/N. And it was delicious. But we're not done yet. I need to feel you inside me."
"What??? No way we're doing that. I can't believe i let you convince me into doing this."
"Don't act like i forced you. I didn't see you trying to push me away, step-bro. I saw it in your eyes while i was sucking the life out of you. You want me. You want us. Badly."
"I can't keep doing this. I should have never let J talk me into this. I should have just let her tell her unnies about the edits and i would be free now."
"Maybe, but then you'd never get to watch Isa unnie's beautiful peach ass bounce from one side to the other" Jiheon says while her hand is massaging his right cheek. And i know how much you want Jisun unnie too. You watched her Waterbomb fancam 100 times. I could make that happen you know."
"You're lying. Why would she ever be interested in your step-brother?"
"Because she just ended things with her regular hook-up and she would be in dire need of some relief before our summer comeback. And i'd love to tell her all about your big, hardd cock. And all of the things you can do with it. All you have to do is show me first. Then i'll be more than happy to give you a glowing review to her."
Y/N leaned into Jiheon's body and pondered her proposal for a second, but then his thoughts kept drifting to his school crush, Ahyeon, and all of the fun times they had at the school's sci-fi club this summer.
He thought about the way her dark hair was tied up in a ponytail, making her look even more gorgeous. About her stunning white smile, her melodic laugh. He remembered the promise he made to himself muster up the courage and ask her to prom on Tuesday and how badly he wished he could kiss her right now, so he had to take a stand against his step-sisters and their constant teasing.
"I'm sorry noona, but i have someone i like and i don't want to ruin things with her before they even begin. Tell Jisun noona we'll always have those 2 am jerking sessions, but i'm gonna have to pass."
And he walked out the door and into his bedroom, while once more, leaving another step-sister half naked and unsatisfied.
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The afternoon sun streamed through the living room windows, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. I'd barely stepped through the door when I froze, my keys still dangling in the lock, my jaw going slack at the scene unfolding before me.
There she was. Xiaoting. Tied to the wooden dining chair in the center of the room, her wrists bound behind her back with what looked like silk rope, a dark red scarf tied snugly over her eyes. Her legs were spread wide, ankles strapped to the chair legs, leaving her completely exposed. She was wearing nothing but a thin white tank top, soaked through with sweat and saliva, clinging to her curves like a second skin.
“Huh, huh, huh, huh-uh, huh…” Out of tune, ear torture, and drum-shattering hum. Who cares? It’s just you inside your car.
You’re driving in the middle of the night, singing together with your car’s audio system, enjoying the cool night after moving on. Your girlfriend broke up with you a month ago. The reason? Misunderstanding, she accused you of cheating, without knowing it’s your cousin.
“I know this much is true… OH SHIT!” You pressed the brake in an instant. Tire screeches, though you're moving slowly.
Speaking of your girlfriend, no, your ex-girlfriend. She just blocked your car, using her body as a barricade. You hit the brakes as fast as you can, and the harder you can.
“What the hell!!? She’s crazy… crazy beautiful…” Her jet-black hair turned into stunning pink. You found yourself falling in love again; what’s worse is that you just partially moved on from that heartbreak.
“Sir, get out of the car, please.” She tapped the hood of your auto three times. The first two knocks were fine, but the last one’s powerful enough to shake you.
“What does this girl want?” You unbuckled your seatbelt and were ready to face the woman who was once yours.
You opened the door.
“What do you— AW!” The moment you stepped your leg out, she shoved the door shut.
“Oops, sorry.” She quickly apologized, but I bet she didn’t mean it.
“What the hell do yo— OUCH! HEY, STOP IT!” You got your leg clamped by the door once again, the same thing she did a few seconds ago.
You stormed out of your car, standing face-to-face with her. You thought it was better to settle things out, forgot everything that happened, and act like strangers.
“...”
You got intimidated by her cold eyes. She’s definitely mad at you. Should’ve already thought about it when she attempted to cut your leg earlier.
“Uhhh, why?” You thought a lot of things to say, but that’s all the words left your mouth.
“You’re overspeeding.” She tilted her head, checking your auto. “No girl on the passenger seat this time, huh?” She scoffed, looking back at you furiously.
“W-what overspeeding!? And what girl? Seriously, Asa, that girl last time was my cousin! Her name’s Ruka.” You told her, swinging your head in confusion.
First of all, you were driving thirty, almost sightseeing. You’re singing your lungs out, and you don’t afford to lose your life since your heart just died a month ago due to your breakup. Second, she’s looking for Ruka, who is your cousin, the one she accused you of cheating with.
“I don’t care who she is or what’s her name, Luka? Ruba? I don’t fucking care. You cheated.” She poked your chest multiple times.
“You know what? Just forget about it. You won’t listen to me after all.” You open your car and think of just driving away, leaving her alone for good.
To your surprise, she opened the door for you. You thought maybe she had given it some consideration to mutually part ways.
“Thank you— AW!” She slammed the door shut one more time when half of your torso’s in.
“Oops, sorry.” She’s definitely not sorry. You should’ve thought about how suspicious it was to open your car door for you.
“Okay, what do you really want?” Your string of patience is starting to run out.
In a slight movement, you just feel a crack inside your body, you wonder if it’s a ruptured rib cage, or it’s just your heart telling you that it’s broken, and you have to do something to mend it.
“You overspeed, here’s your ticket.” She hands out tons of letters.
“What’s this? Huh? Surgery letter? Wait! You’re sick?” You’re on the verge of tears, an urge to cry all your regrets, you loved her, and yet you broke her heart in her last moments on earth.
“No, idiot.” She kicked your severed leg, which she pressed with your car’s door earlier.
“AW-UHHUH!” You really cried, not because of regrets, but because it hurts. She’s absolutely not getting a surgery; she’s as strong as Hercules.
“Read it.” She’s digging her toes into the ground.
“Okay, then why does it say surgery letter?” You tried to analyze what the letter said.
“...”
“It’s not even your surgery letter! Who’s Choom L. Choom?” That’s the name of the patient who needs surgery, the reason is that the person dislocated his/her hips from twerking. You don’t even know if it’s a guy or a girl.
But that’s not what's important right now. Asa keeps fidgeting; you can tell she’s nervous. You've known her for three years; she’s like that whenever she’s nervous.
There’s something in those letters that you need to decipher. So, you looked at all the letters she handed to you.
Surgery letter, for Choom L. Choom, who had dislocated hips from twerking.
Official letter of Guidance, for Ahyeon, who accidentally kicked her classmate when dancing. You wonder who Ahyeon is?
Report letter, for Pharita, for eating during working hours. And now you questioned who Pharita is?
Resignation letter, for Asa. You looked at her, confused. Is she resigning already?
Yearbook letter, you forgot to claim yours, maybe that’s it?
“Funeral letter? Wait—” You read it, but she snatched it before you even finished it. For a second, you thought your name was there, maybe just the wind.
“You… get it?” Asa’s swaying, like hanging clothes getting blown by the air.
“Get… wha– wait.” For a second thought, you did not want to disappoint her. So, you look at it once again.
“Right, it wasn’t part of it.” You remember she snatched it from you.
“Try again.” Now, she’s acting cute to you.
“Hmm, wait… sniff, sniff, you’re not drunk, are you?” You didn’t smell any signs of alcohol on her.
“Have you ever heard of the term punch-drunk?” Her cuteness suddenly turned into anger. You actually heard a crow in your mind, ready to flock and devour you once you’re dead.
“Yes, sorry, wait.” You get what she meant; it’s a warning sign.
“Sur…Off.. Rep…Res… Yea—” You got it.
The first letters are S-O-R-R-Y.
She wanted to say sorry, but you know her, she’s having a hard time expressing herself.
“Asa.” You called her name.
The moment you get what she meant, a tear drops from your eyes, droplets smeared over the letters. It’s the first time she did this; she made an effort to say sorry to you.
You still love her.
“Asa—” You looked up, and got a kiss on your cheek.
“Sorry…” Asa’s crying as well. “Sorry if I became unreasonable, if I judged too quickly, if I forgot who you really are.”
You can feel the sincerity in her words.
“Sorry, too…” You also felt sorry, blaming yourself for making this lovely woman cry.
“I love you.” She kissed your other cheek.
“I love you too.” You kissed her back, on her cheeks and on her lips.
It was all a misunderstanding.
“Let’s go, it’s cold.” You offered, she nods.
Both of you got into your car and drove happily.
…
…
…
“Where did you get those letters?” You asked her, eyes on the road.
“I just grabbed them, I don’t even know who they are.” She chuckled, realizing what she just did.
“Really? How about that funeral letter?” You’re laughing as well.
“It’s yours.” She answered.
“Huh?” Did you hear it wrong?
“Don’t worry, we’re good now!” She assured you.
…
As long as you love her, it’s fine.
“Hey, you kissed me on my cheeks earlier.” She said, giggling.
“You want to kiss my other cheek? Down there.” Asa asked you.
Tags : BFH, some pit stuff, just me gushing for her really because yeah
“Break time’s up! Come on, let’s go!”
“I can’t—no way!” you wheeze, sprawled on the floor. “My legs are on fire, I can’t…let’s just stop here.”
Nien shifts her jaw side-to-side, tilting her head as she looks over your leg. “Your legs are on fire, you say?”
“Yeah! It—”
“Got it!” she chirps, grabbing her water bottle and turning away.
Eh? That easy? No, she surely got something more in mind, this is Nien we’re talking about.
“Whoa.”
Though whatever that is can wait as you pull yourself up and watch her saunter over to the water dispenser. You are but a pig and Nien’s thighs are two juicy carrots, all out in their sweat-shined glory thanks to her tennis skirt.
Water bottle refilled, the main attraction shifts to her toned abs, flexing with every step towards you. You could be drooling right now, you wouldn't know. Not when it joins the river of sweat on your face, and all the space behind it is occupied by awe. In awe that she is somehow your girlfriend.
Nien’s amused giggle brings you back to her bright, full-faced smile; one of the few things that has the power to tear your eyes away from her body.
Smiling back at her, you extend your hand. But instead of handing you the bottle, she pours the contents all over your legs, cackling as you squirm in surprise.
“Ah! Huh—why…what was that for?”
“Tada!” Nien shakes out the last drips, setting the bottle aside. “Now your legs aren’t on fire anymore! I’ve put it out, heh.”
“The—what…really?” you chuckle, caught between amusement and frustration.
“Mhm! Now…” She claps her hands, leaning over with a determined expression. “One. More. Set. Come on, get up!”
You flop back to the floor, whining. “I can’t! It’s too—agh!” Nien yanks you up on your forearms, pushing you against a chest press.
“Baby. Listen to me.” Her voice is an octave lower, her usual sunny beam bringing along its blaze this time. “Are you actually injured?”
You gulp and peer down at your legs, wiggling them a tiny bit. “N–No.”
“Can you move them?”
More of a swing this time around. It’s difficult and makes you wince, but there seems to be a decent range of motion still. “Yes.”
Nien’s grip loosens slightly, holding your biceps rather than gripping them. “Do you want to make them stronger?”
You slowly nod, eyes warming up for some reason. “Y–Yes. Yes, I do.”
Her fiery gaze cools back down to a warm beam, her hands pushing aside the damp hair stuck to your forehead. “Then we do one more—you know what? Let’s just go for six reps this set. That’s it. Then we’re done.”
“Just six?” you croak, lighting up a bit.
“Yup! Just six.”
“Okay.” Your nods are firmer, more certain. “Let’s…let’s do this.”
“Attaboy,” she grins, tapping your shoulders and stepping aside. Letting out a long exhale, you grit and get back onto the leg curling machine, groaning loudly as you get in position.
“Ready?”
“Yup.”
“And go. Up! One.” Wow. Your hamstrings immediately protest, but you just about manage. “Up! Two.” You can’t let their protests drown out your desire though; another hefty pull. “Three!” Fuck, you’re real tempted to just let them win, unable to do this one without shaking.
“Four! Let’s go, you got it, babe!” So you’re shaking. As long as you move, that’s all that matters. “Don’t stop now, come on! Up! Five!” Oh jeez, no way you’re going all the wa—okay, just…maintain your form. Prioritize that. Just one more.
“And…up! Six!” Let’s. Fucking. Go! “Urghh! There! Wow! I did it! I d—”
“I didn’t say we’re done!” she spits, clapping her hands. “Up! Come on! Keep going!”
What the fuck? Didn’t we agree to six—oh, whatever. You’re in the flow of compliance, so you pull another rep, snarling the whole time as it’s the only way you’ll breathe properly.
“Seven! Good, one more!” You don’t know how you got here; your legs would be screaming on top of their lungs if they had a pair, your whole body is shaking, and yet. You grind towards another rep, your vocals matching the raised hurdle.
“Eight! Awesome! Just one more now, one more!”
“Oh my—honey! Nien! Please!” you wheeze, borderline sobbing. “I can’t—”
“Uh–uh! Don’t say that—don’t say anything! Just…try! Pull! Come on!” She leans in, closer to your head. “Up!”
“Urghh!” It feels impossible, sounds impossible, but you bite down hard and somehow thinly manage another rep, even if you only go half as far. “Nine! You’re doing great. One more, baby!”
Forget questioning it. This ends when she says it ends…or when you break. Whichever comes first. “Pfffff!” Try as you might, summon every molecule of reserve energy you have, you can’t do it. You bounce back weakly, not enough breath to verbally protest.
“Well done. Great job, baby,” Nien coos, helping you off the machine. You stumble and fall right into her arms, she lowers to the floor to accommodate.
“You said—” Your throat’s dry from all the panting, only airy wheezes until she hands you the water bottle that’s actually for drinking. “Shhh…slowly, baby. Well done, you’ve earned it.”
“You said we…we were only doing six!” you scowl, looking away from her to sulk. Nien chuckles and starts caressing your temple, lightly playing with your hair.
“And look how many you could actually do,” she whispers, holding up her fingers. “Nine—almost ten! Awesome, right?”
You look at her again, your pursed lips stretching into a half smile at the sight of her proud grin. “That was—” Heavy coughs cut you off, which she helps by tapping your back as you sit up.
“That was…” You look back at the machine, your half smirk growing into a full smile as your breathing levels off. “ …pretty awesome.”
“Hmph. Now you know. So don’t ever…” Nien pulls you in again, making you squeal as she lands multiple firm pecks on your cheek. “ …parrot that ‘I can’t’ bullshit again. Got it?”
“Got—got it! That—mmphh!” you barely get out before she goes for your lips next, and on this one you bounce back, sending her squealing and giggling to the floor.
“Is this your way of pampering me after all that?” you whisper before attacking her cheeks, which she wholeheartedly welcomes.
“Maybe? What, I can’t pamper my sweet man after all that? When he looks this cute?” she pouts, poking your nose and deploying her puppy dog eyes that you’ve yet to develop effective defenses for (and likely never will).
“Tsk. I never said that.” You dash a quick kiss at her lips before lying down next to her, letting your breaths and the gym’s ambient noises settle.
“That was pretty fucking intense though, not gonna lie,” you huff, rubbing your thighs.
“Well…” Nien turns over and throws her leg over you. “ …if we’re gonna raise your limits, we gotta push you to your current one. And you won’t do that if you don’t believe.”
“True,” you nod, grimacing to turn over so you can cup her cheeks. “And now thanks to you, I can.”
“Tsch. That was your hard work, you know. I just said some words.”
“And I wouldn’t have done shit without those words.”
“And you…” She pokes your nose with a ‘boop’ sound. “ …made the decision to listen to them. To ignore what you think and do what you can!”
“Hmph. You’re always so nice to me,” you puff, nuzzling in her shoulder.
“Because you’re not nicer to yourself!” she grumbles, ruffling your hair. “You’re much stronger than you think.”
“Heh. You really think so?”
“Mhm! I’m pretty sure I can prove it, even. Right now.”
You look up at her with a cocked eyebrow. “Oh? And how’s that?” That cheeky, mischievous smirk is back on her face, which you were about to entertain until you feel her slowly grind on your crotch, making you gasp.
“Honey?”
“Mmm…you looked really strong and manly back there. You were so hot…”
Those low, breathy words uttered through Nien’s cheeky expression makes your spine tingle, some heat pooling in your stomach as she continues to rock against you gently. “N–Nien…”
“See, you’ve still got some juice left, don’t you?” she purrs, shifting closer to your ear. “Wanna use it up on me?”
“Nngghhh…” You bite your lip and clutch her sleeve, your erection fully clocked in as it slides between her covered folds. “F–Fuck yeah!”
Nien chuckles and maintains her expression, though her eyes start to waver along with her airier voice. “Then we should hurry on home. But…” She reaches into your shorts, a sharp moan spilling as you flinch. “ …if you can carry me to the locker room, we’ll do it right now.”
“You…serious?”
“Yeah,” she replies breathlessly. “Walls are thick enough, shouldn’t wake the poor receptionist, hehe.”
“If it doesn’t work—” You shudder as she slowly rubs your leaking tip. “—we’ll be banned from here, won’t we?”
“So we find another gym. What’d I say about—ah…” Your hand slides down her exposed back to knead her ass. “Cheater. What’d I say about that attitude?”
“Right.”
“So?” She takes her hand out of your shorts only to suck on her fingers right in front of you. “Still feeling like you’re all spent?”
Your eyes scan the empty gym, landing on the entrance to the locker rooms. It’s a bit of a distance, not something you previously thought would be feasible.
“Hell no.” But you’re not the previous you. Not with Nien.
You clamber to stand up, trying to find a somewhat secure footing. Your legs expectedly wobble and threaten to buckle, but the thing between them has a much louder voice, so you listen to that.
As soon as you seem secure enough, Nien leaps into your arms, coming nerve-reckingly close to toppling you over. “You ready? Deal’s off if you drop me before you get in.”
“You bet.”
You begin the journey across the gym. Somehow, your leg’s strength returned, making the trip without too many hiccups. Though unlike Palpatine’s return, its reasoning is plentiful and sound.
For starters, there’s her lips and neck which your mouth seldom leaves, only pulling away to navigate between the machines lest any bumps waste your precious momentum. Then there’s her firm, yet supple asscheeks, filling out your palms and then some.
There’s the tightness in your shorts, its resident fiending to be reunited with her throbbing heat just behind the fabrics. Not to mention her scent; sweat, deodorant, perfume, makeup, detergent, everything. And then the sounds she makes into your mouth and ear; an addicting mix of giggles, whispers, and those delightful high-pitched moans of hers.
It’s just everything her, really. Everything Nien. Everything about this unfair combo of cute, sexy, heartfelt, dominating, supportive—you’d wear out a typewriter before you run out of ways to describe her. Not that it’s something you ever want to achieve, anyway.
The locker room door thuds against her back like an abrupt jumpcut back to reality, opened with a thrilled shudder from Nien. “Wow, you…you actually made it. I was right!”
Huh. You did. Where’d all that pain go—oh, here it is. “Of–of course I did. Who am I?” you flaunt, setting her down on the changing bench.
“Mmm…cocky, are we?”
“All thanks to you.” You pull away properly at last, dropping to your knees which puts you right in line with her glossy toned abs. You give just one glance at her for confirmation before you start feasting on them, licking up every surface inch you can manage without turning her over.
Nien maintains her cheeky, jovial demeanour, though larger and larger cracks seep through every time you make a close pass above her waistband. Satisfied with her abs, you drag your tongue flat, up from her belly button to just beneath her top.
She lets out an audible gasp, her jaws dropped as you pause with your nose nudged beneath her boobs.
“You’re p–pretty thirsty tonight, huh?”
“Well, it was quite the workout for me so…” You slide your fingers under her top and yank it upwards, freeing her tits. “ …forgive me for being famished.”
Nien’s laugh is cut off by your firm suck at her breast, humming onto the soft flesh. Only one of them though, the curtains need to be drawn for the full show to start. So you try to pull her top off all the way, your impatience only creating a hurdle.
“Here, let me do it.” Nien pulls it off with grace, tossing it onto the other end of the bench. Her hair got all ruffled as a result, and God it makes her look even hotter. You can’t resist taking a detour to her mouth again, lightly chewing on her lip as you pull away.
“You are so fucking hot.”
Yeah, just saying it in your head wasn’t enough. Especially as you’re reduced to low, breathy hums for the next few minutes, worshipping her collarbones, shoulders—all sweet appetisers before the first course.
“And you’re a buffet and a half.”
Starting with a different tit from the teaser. Your lips stretch to fill as much of your mouth with her, twiddling on her rock hard peaks. Longer, less restrained moans join her pants and squeaks, her palms pushing you into her while yours knead and squeeze the other breast.
Not to deprive said breast of your mouth, of course. You switch over and get more daring, lightly nibbling on her nipples with your teeth. Nien lets out a sharp moan, her fingers pulling on your hair by accident. “Ngghh, sorry!” she keens, massaging the offended spot on your scalp.
You finish up on her tits, giving each a farewell smooch before moving on…back up her body. Those tantalizing pits of hers. Never tried them before, worse times to give them a go.
It is without warning though, catching her off-guard as you nosedive into one.
“Oh! S–Sorry. I wanted to…does it feel bad?”
Nien looks you over in awe before shaking her head. “No, but…give me a heads up next time.”
“Gotcha. My bad.” Now the light is on and green, you get back to it. Dragging your nose along the bumpy, thinly shaven surface, your tongue close in tow. The new sensation overrides her usual restraints, her noises getting louder still.
“Gah! Mm…that—it, weird, but–but good weird. Keep going.”
And you do. Going for her other pit, giving it the same treatment. You weren’t particularly into this at first, just entertaining a curiosity. But it’s better than you thought. Will definitely return on occasion. Or on the regular, who knows?
What you are a regular for is coming up next though, hidden beneath her skirt. You’d prefer keeping them on if they were just open underneath, but alas there are integrated shorts.
You hook your fingers into the waistband and slowly peel them away, catching her panties along with it. At long last, there they are. Pink, swollen, and leaking like a broken tap thanks to your efforts.
“God, we are so fucked if someone walks in here right now,” she laughs breathlessly, peering at the door. Right, you’ve been so lost in her you forgot you’re doing all this in a public space at two in the morning.
“Ha. That’s the thrill of it. They’re welcome to join though, right?”
“Fuck no.” Nien lifts your chin with the toe of her shoe, all of the mischief gone from her eyes. “I’m not sharing you with anybody, you hear me? They should be privileged to watch.”
You swallow, lightly terrified and heavily aroused. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Now eat me out already, thought you said you were famished?”
As true as that is, you don’t go straight for them, oh no. Even the bit of waist previously under her skirt gets attention, every drop of sweat lapped up by your ever so diligent tongue. “I also said you’re a buffet, so I’m enjoying every dish I can.”
About time for the main course. Your mouth works from the outside in, gliding closer and closer to her core. When you reach her outer folds, it’s like she shifts into a higher gear. Her entire body lurches, her back arches sharply, her thick thighs crushing your head.
Nien lets out her loudest moan of the evening yet, her hands scrambling for purchase on the edges of the bench. You have no such problems with how tight she’s locked you in, and you get to work.
And boy, is it worth the wait. It’s hard to exaggerate just how good she tastes as you slurp up her nectar with a dash of sweat. Keeping good health and diets definitely pay off, no matter how small the increments may be. Forget all those sugary sports drinks, you’ll take Nien over them any day of the week.
Feasting on her is barely a figure of speech. You suck, slurp, lick, prod your tongue—just short of actually gnawing on her flesh. But like any human sense, going at it for too long at once might make you numb to it. You can’t have that, can you?
So you do your best to shimmy out of her thighs, letting your fingers fill in for your mouth; they’re like package deals now, you can’t leave the other idle while one is getting action. Though as good as her hot, moist walls clenching around your fingers feel, it doesn’t quite match her flavour on your tongue.
Not to worry. Nien’s desperate babbles give it a run for its money as she unravels above you. Even better are the screams she lets out in between, now fully audible since your ears aren’t muffled. Yes, that’s something that still leaves you awestruck to this day. Just how much of a screamer Nien is once she’s in the zone. If someone outside couldn’t hear her before, they likely can at this point.
“Baby—babe—gnghhh! You—ahh! It…don’t stuh—don’t stop!” Oh, she’s getting close. Won’t be on your fingers though, no way. You pull them out to her dismay, which you pamper by offering said fingers to her. She takes them in straight away, not dissimilar to how you were with her body earlier.
While her mouth is busy upstairs, yours finish the job downstairs. Becoming more erratic, rubbing your whole face all around her slit, tripping breakpoints you didn’t know she had. And with her next scream bit down on your fingers, she shatters.
She was already leaking profusely and still a torrent blasts you in the face, half of it ending up everywhere but your mouth. You remedy that as soon as she loosens her legs enough, lapping up the wet trails down her inner thighs to just above her socks.
Honestly, you want to pull them off and indulge that extra toe-sucking goodness, but your dick’s waited long enough. You make your shorts scarce and kick it away, sharing a momentary soft kiss to let her get a taste and cool down.
Your next green signal? Nien’s hand reaching down to pump you, giggling as she rolls her thumbs on your slit. You groan and scoop her up again, stumbling towards the side of the room.
“You want it like this, babe?” she asks, hugging you tight as her back meets a locker.
“Yeah.” Lining yourself up, you take a deep breath. “Wanted to—ahh…” You slide into her slowly before slamming home, rattling all the lockers behind her. “Wanted to see about that…reserved strength theory.”
“Well, you—” Nien gasps, clutching your hair as you twitch inside her. “You watch yourself, alright? Don’t…force it if–if you can’t…mmhhh.”
“Eh, I'll manage. Trust.”
“Good.”
You thrust with a moderate heft, though at a slightly odd angle compared to usual thanks to your worked out legs. It works out just as well if not better though, rubbing against her entire clit. Soon enough her screams surface again, right next to your ear.
You match the decibels with your hertz, pounding the lights out of her and making an absolute racket of the lockers behind you, what with many of them having open doors. It’s loud and messy and likely breaks a good few laws, but you both are far beyond caring.
Your release starts gathering near the door so you stop, kissing her sloppily as you carry her back to the bench. “I…I wanna—urgh!” Your trembling legs give way at just the right time, planting her back on the stained bench. “I wanna cum on your abs, honey. Want…paint them white.”
Nien snickers, brushing your hair and kissing your nose. “Go ahead, baby. I’m your canvas,” she whispers, spreading her legs so you have room to pull out.
And you’re Bob Ross. Time for your own Liquid White—no, that’s the base. Plenty of that on her abs. You’re looking to get Titanium White on there, yes yes.
You aren’t done with her pussy quite yet though, better it than your hands. Rolling your hips slow and deep; the feeling is all that matters now. It always is, should be as another of her climax is on the horizon, her moans getting thinner.
Your mouth goes to hers so she can shriek into it, which she does seconds later. Her legs curve inwards, slightly trapping you in place. Shouldn’t be much of a problem though, you still have plenty of—
“Oh! Ahh, wait! Honey!”
The earlier tryst against the lockers used up your precious energy, making you burst the moment you start to pull out. Her pussy doesn’t waste a second, its spasms milking your cock. Feeling this, Nien fully wraps her legs around you, pressing you flush with her.
“Thought—mmm…thought you wanted to paint my abs?” she asks, half-chuckling half-moaning.
“It—my…I couldn’t—too much, I guess,” you squeak in response, emptying your last spurts into her. Ah, well. Her pussy’s still your favourite finish line, just wished you’d take a different route this time.
You shiver as you pull out, thick cloudy globules following your exit. You weakly chuckle at the sight, slumping to the floor next to her to catch your breath.
“Looks like you…” she pants, swiping a bit of your cum to taste it. “ …need some more training.”
“Yeah,” you nod, licking your lips. “Wait, you mean next week, right?”
“Of course, I’m not trying to kill you!” She exhales loudly and turns over, chin resting on her elbow. “Next week, core strength. We’ve barely started, baby. You’re gonna be so strong and healthy.”
You chuckle shyly, leaning in to kiss her, brushing aside damp hair. “I’ll trust you fully with this, honey.”
“Mhm! And you gotta believe in yourself, remember that.” Nien groans and sits back up, looking around the now humid, warm space. “Let’s clean up and go home. I’d fancy not being banned from here, it’s really nice.”
“Yeah. There’s no—oh! Wow!” You wobble like an air dancer upon trying to stand up, landing back down on the bench. “Honey, can you drive us home? There’s no way I’m…whoa.”
Nien laughs and sits behind you, giving a quick back massage. “Of course, baby. I was gonna do that anyways,” she coos, pecking your ear.
You let out satisfied sighs at her massage, slowly melting back into her arms. She nuzzles in your shoulder, gently rocking side-to-side.
“Thank you, honey.”
“No problem.”
“No, I mean…thank you.” You open your eyes and face her. “For not giving up on me. For doing everything you could to keep me going. Thank you.”
Nien smiles and kisses your forehead, hugging you. “Of course. We promised, remember?” she whispers, tapping your back softly. “But thank me properly when you can beat me in arms wrestling!”
“Mm…so, never? Heat death of the universe, perhaps?”
She pulls back and glares at you, clicking her tongue. “Babe?”
“I’m kidding! Attitude, belief, yes! I’ll beat you fair and square—heck, I’ll beat you in everything, watch.”
Nien cringes and tilts her head, humming. “Eh…not everything, no way. But I like that! Mind and body gotta work together.”
“For s—” A loud thud in the distance interrupts you. It takes a few to register what it was, but then it’s clear as day. “Shit! The front door. Someone’s actually here!”
You both snicker like hyenas as you scramble to dress up and wipe away any remaining evidence. You barely make it; walking out the door just as the newly arrived patron gets to it. No time to ponder about the look he gave you, you’re free! Frolicking into the night—well, Nien is. You’re hobbling like a zombie behind her, though equally joyous. Leg day turned out a helluva lot better than you expected.
Anna was the kind of student who naturally drew attention wherever she went. With her graceful presence, expressive cat-like eyes, long dark hair, and effortless elegance, she carried herself with a quiet confidence that made people admire her without even trying. Despite her popularity on campus, Anna had never been interested in romance—until the first day she stepped into your history lecture. The moment you began speaking with calm authority and genuine passion for the past, something inside her changed. It wasn't a passing crush; it was love at first sight, and from that day forward, her heart belonged to you.
Every lecture became the highlight of her week. She always arrived early, choosing a seat where she could watch you explain centuries of history with infectious enthusiasm. While the other students hurried to leave after class, Anna often lingered behind, pretending to organize her notes just to hear you answer a few extra questions. She admired not only your intelligence but also your kindness, patience, and the quiet warmth you showed to every student equally.
"But wouldn't the logistics of the supply chain have made that specific treaty impossible to maintain?" Anna asked, her voice cutting through the end-of-class chatter with a calculated clarity. She wasn't looking at the textbook; she was looking directly at you, her chin tilted just enough to catch the light.
You paused, capping your marker and glancing at the slide. A small, appreciative smile tugged at your lips. "Now, that is a genuinely good question, Anna. Most people overlook the maritime constraints of the sixteenth century." You stepped closer to her desk, leaning in slightly to point out a map detail, oblivious to the way her breath hitched or the way her fingers tightened around the edge of her notebook.
For Anna, those few seconds of focused attention were the only currency that mattered. She didn't need the validation of the other students who were already halfway out the door; she only wanted the specific, scholarly approval that lived in your eyes. As you explained the nuance of the trade routes, she nodded along, though her mind had drifted from the history of spice trades to the way your voice softened when you were thinking deeply.
The following weeks became a choreographed dance of academic curiosity. Anna began spending her weekends in the archives, digging up obscure citations and primary sources that she knew would pique your interest. She didn't just want to be a good student; she wanted to be the only student who could challenge you, creating a private intellectual dialogue between the two of you that felt, to her, like a shared secret. These exchanges were the highlights of her day, a series of small, earned victories that kept her coming back to the front row of your lecture hall.
However, the reality of your life was a constant, silent presence in the room. It was the gold band that caught the light whenever you gestured toward the whiteboard, and the framed photograph of your spouse that sat modestly on the corner of your desk. Whenever Anna caught a glimpse of it, a sharp, familiar ache settled in her chest—a feeling of jealousy toward a person she barely knew, but a recognition of the boundary that stood between her and the life she imagined with you.
"The archives are technically closed on Tuesdays, but the curator is a friend of mine who owes me a favor involving a very rare map of the Levant," you mentioned casually, glancing up from your notes as Anna approached your desk.
She didn't flinch at the mention of the rule-breaking; instead, she leaned in, her expression one of delighted curiosity. Over the next few weeks, these "extracurricular" research trips became a ritual. What started as a quest for primary sources on the Mediterranean trade morphed into a series of long, wandering conversations that drifted far from the sixteenth century. Anna had developed a talent for the conversational pivot—starting with a question about your academic influences and sliding, with a seamless grace, into questions about your favorite childhood memories or the books you read for pleasure when you weren't grading papers.
"You have a very specific way of describing the architecture of the Renaissance," she remarked one rainy Tuesday, her voice barely a whisper in the hushed atmosphere of the library. "It's so romanticized. I wonder if you've always viewed the world through that lens, or if someone specific encouraged that side of you?"
The question was a probe, a gentle fingertip testing the boundary of your professional perimeter. She wasn't asking about your thesis anymore; she was asking about the architecture of your heart. You found yourself smiling, the kind of genuine, warm expression you usually reserved for your inner circle. "My grandmother was a painter," you replied, pausing to consider the question. "She taught me that the beauty of a building isn't in the stone, but in the light that hits it at four in the afternoon."
Anna lingered on that image, her gaze shifting from the ancient manuscripts to the way the dim library light caught the gold band on your finger. "You're very patient with people," she noted, her tone shifting to something softer, more intimate. "I imagine that's why your home is such a peaceful place. Do you find that the quiet of your private life helps you handle the chaos of the university?"
"It’s a necessary sanctuary," you replied, your voice echoing slightly in the vaulted silence of the archives. You didn't move away, but you did shift your weight, subconsciously creating a fraction of distance that Anna felt like a physical wall. "Between the faculty meetings and the undergraduate crises, having a place where the world just stops is the only way to stay sane. My spouse is the anchor for that. They have this incredible ability to make the rest of the world feel like background noise."
Anna nodded, her expression a mask of polite interest, though the word *anchor* felt like a weight pulling her under. She had spent months meticulously crafting a version of herself that was indispensable to you—the brilliant pupil, the intellectual peer, the only person who truly understood your passion for the Levant. Hearing you speak of your home life with such effortless contentment was a reminder that there was a whole dimension of your existence where she didn't even exist as a footnote.
"Do you think the peonies are too cliché, or is there a timelessness to them that I'm overlooking?"
The text arrived on a Thursday afternoon, punctuating a lecture on the Fall of Constantinople. You didn't have to look at the contact name to know it was Anna; she had a way of phrasing things that made even a question about floristry feel like a thesis defense. The exchange of phone numbers had happened organically a month prior, born from the logistical necessity of coordinating archive hours, but it had quickly evolved into a digital tether. Anna had become a constant, gentle hum in the periphery of your day, a stream of consciousness that flowed from complex historical queries to the mundane frustrations of her dormitory life.
For Anna, the shift was a strategic victory. She had transitioned from the front row of a lecture hall to the palm of your hand. She began sharing the small, jagged edges of her day—the frustration of a broken coffee machine, the anxiety of a looming deadline, the way a certain song made her feel inexplicably lonely. By offering these fragments of her vulnerability, she had carved out a space for herself as more than just a star pupil. She was becoming a confidante, a sounding board, a presence you relied on for a different kind of intellectual stimulation—one that was personal and immediate.
You, in turn, found her perspective refreshing. There was a youthful, unfiltered honesty to her taste that you sometimes felt you had lost in the sterilized environment of academia. When you were planning your anniversary or searching for a birthday gift that wouldn't feel repetitive, you found yourself typing her name into your messages. It felt innocent, a mentorship that had expanded into a friendship. You trusted her eye for beauty and her instinct for the poetic, never realizing that every time you asked for her help in surprising your spouse, you were handing her a map of the very love she wished she could replace.
One evening, the conversation shifted from the domestic to the existential. Anna had sent a photo of a rain-streaked window, followed by a message: Everything feels so temporary today. Does that ever happen to you? The feeling that you're just a guest in your own life?
"You're thinking too much again," you replied, leaning back in your office chair as the blue light of the screen illuminated the deepening shadows of the room. It was a gentle rebuke, the kind of playful nudge that had become the baseline of your digital shorthand. "The rain has a way of making the world feel like a melancholy novel, but remember that even the most temporary storms eventually run out of water."
Anna didn't reply immediately. The three dots of her typing indicator appeared, vanished, and reappeared several times, as if she were editing a confession in real-time. When the message finally arrived, it was shorter, stripped of its poetic armor: What happens when the storm is the only thing that makes you feel alive ?
The weight of the question hung in the air, vibrating with an intensity that felt slightly too heavy for a Thursday night. You paused, your thumb hovering over the screen. For a moment, the professional distance you maintained—that invisible line between professor and pupil—felt dangerously thin. You recognized that specific brand of collegiate angst, the yearning for something profound and unattainable, but with Anna, it always felt more focused, more intentional.
"I don't care if she's a prodigy. I don't care if she's the next great historian of our generation."
The voice didn't come from a lecture hall or a quiet archive; it came from the kitchen, sharp enough to slice through the comfortable silence of the evening. Your wife, wasn't screaming—not yet—but her voice had reached that vibrating frequency that signaled a total collapse of patience. She was standing by the counter, your phone lying face-up between you, the screen still glowing with a notification from Anna about a particular translation of Petrarch. For months, youe wife had played the part of the supportive partner, smiling when you mentioned Anna’s brilliance, but the small things had been accumulating like sediment. The way you checked your phone during dinner, the way your face lit up when mentioning a "breakthrough" in the archives, and the subtle, pervasive presence of a young woman who seemed to occupy every spare thought you had.
The explosion happened over something trivial—a misplaced comment about Anna's "incredible intuition"—but it was the catalyst for everything. your wife finally let it all out, her frustration spilling over in a torrent of words that left you breathless. She wasn't accusing you of an affair in the physical sense, but she was accusing you of an emotional migration. She spoke of the loneliness she felt even while sitting next to you, the sense that you were mentally drifting toward a version of yourself that only existed when you were talking to Anna. The anger was raw, born from a place of deep insecurity and a love that felt threatened by a ghost.
The silence that followed her outburst was deafening. You looked at your wife—really looked at her—and saw the genuine hurt behind the anger. The realization hit you with the force of a physical blow: in your quest to nurture a student's mind, you had neglected the heart of your home. The academic thrill of being admired by someone like Anna had blinded you to the slow erosion of the sanctuary you had once described as your anchor.
You didn't defend yourself. There were no arguments to be made about "professional mentorship" or "intellectual kinship" that could outweigh the tears now shimmering in your wife's eyes. Instead, you closed the distance between you, your voice cracking as you began to apologize. You begged for her forgiveness, your words tumbling out in a desperate rush, asking for *merci*—for mercy—on the only relationship that truly mattered. You held her hands, ignoring her initial attempts to pull away, and promised her that the boundaries would be rebuilt, stronger and more rigid than before.
"The syllabus is the law of the land, Anna. Please refer to the rubric for the grading criteria."
The words felt like cold stones being dropped into a well. You didn't look up from your desk as she stood there, her presence a fragrant, silent plea that used to make you smile. Now, it felt like a liability. You kept your gaze fixed on the stack of essays, the red pen in your hand acting as a barrier between your world and hers. The warmth that had once colored your interactions—the shared jokes about the Levant, the playful nudges about her overthinking—had been systematically replaced by a sterile, professional courtesy. You weren't being unkind; you were being a professor. And for Anna, that was the cruelest thing you could possibly be.
The digital tether was the first thing to snap. For weeks, the steady hum of her messages had been the background noise of your life, but now, the notifications sat unread for hours, then days. When you did reply, the poetic flourishes were gone. Her existential questions about the temporary nature of storms were met with concise, academic answers. *“It’s a common theme in Romanticism; perhaps you could explore that in your next paper,”* you wrote, effectively killing the intimacy of the conversation and relocating it to a grade book. You could almost feel her confusion through the screen, the way she must have stared at the blue bubbles, wondering which version of you had suddenly decided to vanish.
In the lecture hall, the choreography changed. You no longer lingered by her desk to discuss the nuances of maritime constraints. Instead, you began ending your classes with a brisk, "That's all for today," and moved toward the door before the first student could even stand up. You stopped catching her eye during your more passionate tangents. When she would raise her hand, her expression a mixture of hope and desperation, you would call on someone else—someone who didn't make your heart race with a mixture of guilt and nostalgia. You treated her like any other name on a roster, a tactical erasure that left her drifting in the periphery of your attention.
Anna didn't handle the silence with her usual grace. The quiet confidence she had carried since the first day of class began to fray at the edges. She still arrived early, but she no longer sat in the front row; she moved back, as if trying to gauge the exact distance at which you stopped noticing her. Her questions became shorter, stripped of their intellectual playfulness, and her gaze, once an invitation, became a haunting search for a sign that she still mattered. She began to linger even longer after class, her notebooks clutched to her chest like a shield, waiting for a moment of softness that never came.
Anna had stopped trying to win your heart through the archives; instead, she had decided to wage a war of attrition against your composure. She arrived at the lecture today wearing a white ribbed tank top that left very little to the imagination and a denim mini-skirt that seemed more suited for a beach club than a windowless history hall. She didn't sit in the back anymore. She had reclaimed the front row, leaning forward with her elbows on the desk, her chin resting in her palms, watching you with a predatory intensity. She knew exactly why you were staring at the whiteboard, your eyes fixed on a sentence about the Ottoman Empire as if it were the most fascinating piece of prose ever written. She could feel your avoidance, and to her, that tension was a different, more electric kind of intimacy.
I lock onto her the second she steps off the escalator. That stupid “I ♥ HOME” hoodie—like she’s advertising how fucking naive she is. The ponytail bounces with every step, that doll hair tie mocking me, begging to be yanked. I blend into the crowd, keeping just enough distance. She stops at a kiosk selling phone charms, fingers tracing over cheap plastic. I’m already hard.
She moves deeper into the mall, past a food court where the smell of grease makes my stomach churn. I watch her from behind a pillar as she checks her phone, oblivious. The fabric of those striped shorts hugs her ass just right. My cock twitches. Soon.
She takes a detour toward the less crowded wing—the one with the overpriced furniture store and the hallway to employee-only areas. Stupid girl. Doesn’t she know malls are built like traps? Dead ends everywhere. I quicken my pace, closing the gap.
“Excuse me.” My voice is calm, friendly. She turns, a polite smile already forming. “I think you dropped this?” I hold out a dummy earring I palmed earlier.
Her brow furrows. “Oh, I don’t think that’s mine… but thanks.” She’s too trusting. I step closer, into her space.
“Are you sure? Bang Jeemin?” I let her name slide off my tongue like candy. Her eyes widen.
“How do you know my name?”
My hand shoots out, grabbing her wrist. “I know everything about you, baby. Every post. Every photo. Every place you like to shop.” I twist her arm behind her back and shove her toward the employee hallway. The door swings shut behind us.
She struggles, but I’m bigger. I slam her against the concrete wall, my forearm across her throat. “Scream and I’ll break your jaw. Nod if you understand.” She nods, tears welling.
I shove my hand under her hoodie, pinching her nipple through her bra. She gasps, and I squeeze harder. “Been dreaming about these tits. Fucking perfect.” I pull her bra down, exposing her. I lean in and bite her nipple—hard. She whimpers.
“Shh, shh. You love this. You just don’t know it yet.” My fingers slide down, hiking her shorts up. I shove my hand inside her panties. She’s already wet. Traitor body. I push two fingers into her pussy without warning. Her back arches, a choked sob escaping.
“That’s it. Take it.” I pump into her, my thumb circling her clit. Her legs start shaking. I add a third finger, stretching her. “Gonna cum for me? Yeah, you are.” She convulses, first orgasm ripping through her. I don’t stop. I pull out and shove those same fingers into her mouth. She gags.
“Taste yourself.” I hold her jaw, forcing her to suck. Then I yank her shorts down fully, spin her around, and bend her over my knee. My palm comes down on her bare ass—crack. A red handprint blooms. Crack, crack. She’s sobbing now, but I don’t care. My fingers find her asshole, pushing in dry. She screams into her own hand.
I pull her up and throw her onto a stacked display of cardboard boxes. She lands on her back. I’m on her in seconds, ripping my jeans open. My cock springs out, thick and leaking. I line up with her cunt and slam in. No foreplay. No mercy.
Her mouth opens in a silent scream. I grab her throat and squeeze. “Look at me. Look at who’s fucking you.” Her vision blurs. I thrust harder, deeper, the sound of wet skin filling the hallway. I wrap her legs over my shoulders—missionary. Then I lift her, still inside her, carrying her as I walk. She bobs on my cock with every step, half-conscious.
I lower her onto a loading dock bench, flipping her onto her stomach. Full nelson—I hook my arms under hers, locking behind her head, fucking up into her from below. Her legs dangle, shaking violently. I shift again, lifting her legs up by her ankles—piledriver. Her ass is in the air, her head on the floor. Gravity forces me deeper. She gurgles.
Second orgasm hits her, then third—I feel her clench and pulse around me. Her eyes roll back. I don’t stop. I slap her face. “Stay with me. You’re gonna take every drop.”
I pound into her until I feel my own release building. I pull out just long enough to shove my fingers back into her pussy, then inside her ass, then back to her pussy—multitasking her holes. She’s a mess. Drool, tears, cum leaking out of her.
I flip her onto her back one last time, mount her, and fuck her raw until I’m spilling deep inside her. “Breed you. Fucking breed you full.” I press my weight down, my hand back on her throat. I squeeze until her struggling stops, until she goes limp.
I check her pulse. Still there. Good.
I pull a heavy-duty body bag from my backpack—I came prepared. I roll her inside, zip it up to her neck. Her head lolls, unconscious. I drag her out the service exit, into the parking garage.
But I’m not done. Not yet. I want her seen.
I drive her to the rooftop of a nearby abandoned building. I set up a chair, tie her to it, hogtied—wrists bound to ankles behind her back. Her hoodie is pulled up, shorts gone. Just her bra and panties, torn. I position her facing the skyline. A display.
I take photos. Then I wait for her to wake up.
I watch her eyelids flutter. The drug is wearing off, but she's still groggy, still trying to piece together what happened. Her wrists strain against the zip ties binding her ankles to her wrists behind the chair. The position forces her chest forward, her tits spilling out of the torn bra. A strand of drool hangs from her lips.
I step into her line of sight. Her eyes focus, then widen with horror. She tries to scream, but her throat is raw—only a raspy croak comes out.
"Welcome back, baby girl."
I circle behind her. My hand grabs her ponytail, yanking her head back. I press my cock against her cheek, slapping it across her face. "You missed the first round. But don't worry. I saved the best for last."
I walk to the front of the chair, grab her jaw, and force my cock past her lips. She gags instantly, tears streaming. I don't slow down. I fuck her throat, her nose pressed against my pelvis, her muffled chokes filling the empty rooftop. I hold her there until she starts turning blue, then pull out just enough for her to gasp air before shoving back in.
"No swallowing," I growl, pulling out fully. I stroke myself over her face, painting her cheeks, her forehead, her closed eyes with ropes of cum. She sputters, some of it dripping into her mouth anyway.
I wipe my cock on her hair and walk away. Leave her there, blind and sticky, for ten minutes. The sun is setting. The city lights flicker on below us. No one can see us up here. No one hears her pathetic whimpers.
I come back with a length of rope. I cut the zip ties and force her onto her hands and knees on the gravel roof. The sharp stones dig into her palms. I tie her wrists together, then loop the rope around her ankles, pulling them back until her feet are bound to her wrists—arched back, her cunt exposed to the sky.
I kneel behind her and spread her ass cheeks. I spit on her asshole, then shove my thumb in without warning. She screams, full-throated this time. I work my thumb in and out, then add a second finger, stretching her. Her whole body trembles.
"Never had anything in here, have you? Fucking tight." I pull my fingers out and replace them with my cock. I press the head against her asshole and push. She screams again, her body trying to buck away, but the ropes hold her in place. I force my way in inch by inch, feeling her sphincter fight me, then give.
"Fuck, yes." I grab her hips and start fucking her ass. Slow at first, then faster, harder. The sound of my pelvis slapping against her is obscene. She's crying, drooling onto the gravel. I reach around and find her clit, rubbing rough circles while I pound into her ass.
Her legs start shaking. That traitor body of hers responding again. "Yeah, cum on my cock. Cum from getting your asshole destroyed." She does—a violent, shuddering orgasm that makes her go limp. I keep fucking her through it.
I pull out and flip her onto her back. She's barely conscious. I lift her legs onto my shoulders and line up with her pussy, still slick with my cum from earlier. I slam in. She gags, a broken sound. I grab her throat with both hands this time and squeeze.
"What's my name?" I hiss.
She can't answer. Her eyes are rolling back. I squeeze harder, feeling her windpipe compress under my thumbs. Her hands flutter weakly against my wrists. I fuck her faster, deeper, wilder—her body convulsing beneath me. I release her throat just long enough for a breath, then clamp down again.
I feel her pussy clamp around me—unconscious orgasm. Her body keeps milking me even as she slips away. I roar and empty myself into her, pumping load after load deep into her womb.
I fall forward, catching myself on my elbows, breathing hard. She's out cold. Again.
I sit back and look at her. Bruises forming on her neck. Cum leaking out of both holes. Her doll hair tie still intact, the plastic doll face smiling up at the sky.
I pull her body off the chair and drag her to the edge of the rooftop. Below, the parking lot of a convenience store. I can see people walking in and out.
I pull out my phone and dial 911, muffling my voice with my hand.
"Some girl on the rooftop of the old Meridian Building. Looks like she's been attacked. Hurry."
I hang up. I won't be here when they arrive. But I'll be watching from the crowd. I always do.
I drag her back from the edge, just enough so she'll be found but not seen from the street. I untie her wrists, leave her spread-eagled on the gravel, naked, cum-covered, unconscious.
I take one last picture of her lying in the sunset. Then I disappear down the fire escape.
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While cooking dinner for the two of you, your girlfriend Arin sneaks into the kitchen and starts teasing you until the meal is completely forgotten. What begins as playful flirting turns into a hot, loving kitchen sex session filled with her sweet touches and intense pleasure.
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The aroma of garlic and herbs filled the kitchen as I stirred the sauce on the stove. I’d been looking forward to this all day — a quiet evening at home with Arin, just the two of us. She had a rare day off from her schedule with Oh My Girl, and I wanted to spoil her with one of her favorite pasta dishes. As her boyfriend of almost a year, these simple nights together meant everything.
I was focused on the pan when I heard soft footsteps behind me. Before I could turn around, Arin’s arms wrapped around my waist from behind, her cheek pressing against my back.
“Smells delicious,” she murmured, voice warm and playful. “But I think I’m hungrier for something else.”
Arin was twenty-seven now, with that bright, adorable smile and a body that never failed to make my heart race. She was still in her comfy home clothes — an oversized t-shirt and tiny shorts that showed off her toned dancer legs. She pressed closer, her breasts soft against my back as her hands wandered over my stomach.
“Baby, I’m trying to cook,” I said with a laugh, but I already knew resistance was pointless. Her teasing always won.
She peeked around me to look at the stove. “It can wait a little, right? You’ve been working so hard lately. Let me take care of you first.”
Her hand slid lower, palming me through my pants. I was already half-hard just from her touch. Arin hummed happily as she felt me grow under her fingers. She turned off the stove with her other hand, then spun me around to face her.
“Arin…” I started, but she silenced me with a kiss. It was sweet at first, then deeper, her tongue brushing mine as she backed me against the counter.
She dropped to her knees right there on the kitchen tile, looking up at me with those sparkling eyes. “I’ve been thinking about this since I got home.” Her fingers worked my belt open, pulling my cock out. She stroked me slowly, her soft hand feeling perfect.
“So pretty and hard for me already,” she cooed, leaning in to lick a slow stripe from base to tip. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting the precum before taking me into her warm mouth.
The blowjob started gentle and loving, just like Arin. She sucked softly, head bobbing as she took more of me each time. Her hand stroked the base in rhythm while her tongue pressed against the underside. I groaned, one hand gently in her hair as she worked me.
“You taste so good,” she whispered, pulling off for a second to catch her breath. Spit glistened on her lips and my shaft. She dove back in, sucking harder, taking me deeper until I hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck, Arin… you’re amazing at this,” I breathed.
She hummed around me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. After a few more minutes of her eager sucking, I warned her I was close. Arin looked up at me and kept going, eyes locked on mine. I came hard down her throat, groaning as she swallowed every drop. She licked me clean afterward, kissing the tip sweetly before standing up with a satisfied smile.
“My turn,” she said, hopping onto the kitchen island. She spread her legs, pulling her shorts and panties aside. She was already wet. “Eat me while you’re still hard, baby.”
I stepped between her thighs, kissing her deeply first before dropping down. I licked her slowly at first, savoring her taste. Arin moaned softly, fingers in my hair as I licked and sucked on her clit. I pushed my tongue inside her, then two fingers, pumping them while I focused on her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Yes… just like that,” she whimpered, hips rolling against my face. Her moans grew louder as I ate her out with everything I had. She masturbated her clit with her fingers while I licked lower, and soon she was trembling.
“I’m gonna cum—” she gasped. Arin squirted hard, warm fluid coating my tongue and chin as she cried out. I kept licking her through it, gentler now, until she was shaking and laughing breathlessly.
She pulled me up for another kiss, tasting herself on my lips. My cock was hard again, pressing against her. Arin wrapped her legs around me, guiding me inside her right there on the kitchen counter.
“Fill me,” she whispered. “I need you.”
I thrust in slowly, savoring the tight heat. Once I was fully inside, I started moving, holding her close as I fucked her on the counter. The position was perfect — deep and intimate. Arin’s arms were around my neck, breasts bouncing under her shirt as I picked up the pace.
We changed positions naturally. She turned around, bending over the counter so I could take her from behind. I gripped her hips, thrusting harder while reaching around to rub her clit. Arin pushed back against me, moaning my name.
“Harder, baby… I love feeling you so deep,” she gasped.
I gave her what she wanted, pounding into her as the sound of our bodies filled the kitchen. I reached under her shirt to squeeze her breasts, playing with her nipples while I fucked her. Arin came again, pussy clenching around me as she squirted onto the floor.
I pulled out and turned her to face me again, lifting one of her legs onto the counter for a deeper angle. We kissed messily as I thrust up into her, the counter creaking under us. Her hands roamed my back, nails digging in lightly when it felt especially good.
When I got close again, Arin dropped back to her knees quickly. “In my mouth this time. I want to taste you again.”
She sucked me eagerly, hand stroking fast. I came with a groan, filling her mouth with thick ropes. Arin swallowed most of it, some dripping from the corner of her lips as she looked up at me with a cute, satisfied smile.
We cleaned up the kitchen together afterward, laughing and stealing kisses. I reheated the pasta while Arin set the table, still glowing from everything we’d done. Dinner ended up being later than planned, but neither of us minded.
Sitting across from her at the table, watching her eat with that bright smile, my heart felt full. Arin reached over and held my hand between bites.
“I love when we get spontaneous like that,” she said softly. “You always make me feel so wanted.”
“You’re everything to me,” I replied, squeezing her hand. “Teasing me in the kitchen is always welcome.”
We talked for a long time after dinner — about her recent schedules, funny stories from practice, and little dreams for the future. She told me how safe and loved she felt with me, how these quiet nights helped her recharge. I shared how much I loved spoiling her, even if the food got cold sometimes.
Later that night we moved to the bedroom, but the kitchen fun wasn’t entirely forgotten. Arin rode me slowly under the sheets, kissing me deeply as we made love again. This time it was gentler, more emotional, with lots of eye contact and soft whispers. I came inside her as she trembled through another orgasm, holding each other close afterward.
Falling asleep with Arin curled against my chest, her leg thrown over mine, felt perfect. She was my bright, playful girlfriend who could turn an ordinary dinner into an unforgettable night. I was the luckiest guy in the world to have her teasing me in our kitchen and loving me so fully.
The ring light casts a warm halo across the desk, and Hanni adjusts the black silk mask for the third time. It sits just below her eyes, snug against the bridge of her nose. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and checks the camera angle — tight enough that the hotel room behind her dissolves into anonymous soft focus.
The tip thread goes up. bunny_void is live.
The viewer count ticks up. 47. 112. 384.
She leans into the lens, lets her eyes go half-lidded in that way she's perfected. Her bedframe creaks under her shift.
"Hey, voids," she says, voice dropped an octave lower than her real one. Practiced. A little breathy. "Missed you."
The chat scrolls to life:
throbbing_thunder: FUCK YES
cumdump_ella: bunny is live bunny is live bunny is live
bigdickenergy_69: take it off take it off take it OFF
angel_whispers: she sounds so good tonight
She trails a hand down her throat, over her collarbone, to the hem of her cropped white tank. The anticipation in the room is a living thing — she feels it through the screen, that hunger. It's what she comes back for. Not the money, though that's nice. The power of it. Of being wanted by thousands while they have no idea who she really is.
"You want to see what I got today?" she murmurs.
She reaches under the bed and pulls out the bag. Three new toys, still in their plastic. She holds them up to the camera one by one: a silicone butt plug with a jeweled base, curved and tapered. A glass dildo — clear, veined, lethal-looking. A wand vibrator with a bendable neck.
The chat explodes.
slutty_sub_boy: GLASS???
pinkpussypump: she's insane for this
daddy_chill69: I'M ALREADY HARD
lovestruck_luna: the way she handles those like it's nothing
Hanni sets them on the bed beside her, each within reach. She shrugs off the tank, unfastens her bra. Her nipples tighten in the cool air and she lets the camera catch every second of it. Then she hooks her thumbs into her shorts and peels them down her thighs.
"Been thinking about this all day," she says, settling back against the pillows, legs falling open. "On stage. During rehearsal. In the car."
She knows her fans would lose their minds if they knew. That the millions who watch her perform Hype Boy in pleated skirts and perfect choreography could open this page and see her like this — thighs slick, cunt already wetting the hotel sheets.
That's the part that gets her wet.
She picks up the butt plug first, squeezes lube onto her fingers. The camera captures everything in crisp HD. She reaches behind herself, between her legs, fingers finding her asshole. The hiss she lets out when the first finger pushes in is genuine.
"There," she breathes. "Fuck. There."
The plug goes in slow. She has to breathe through it, the stretch burning good, the jeweled base catching the light as it seats flush against her. She rocks her hips, adjusts, and the pressure shifts — a deep, spreading fullness that makes her mouth fall open.
cumdump_ella: that ASS
bigdickenergy_69: the way she took that
throbbing_thunder: I want to be that plug
angel_whispers: she's so tight holy shit
She gives herself a moment, panting, before reaching for the glass dildo. It's cold against her palm. She holds it up, lets them see every inch, then drags the tip down her stomach, over her clit, through her wetness.
"Look at that," she whispers, watching the glass shine with her own slick. "So messy."
She guides it to her cunt and pushes. The stretch is different from the plug — wider, harder, unyielding. Her back arches off the bed. A sound escapes her that she doesn't have to fake, a low guttural moan that turns into a string of Korean curses she'd never say on a music show.
The dildo slides deeper. She fucks herself with it, slow at first, then faster. The plug shifts inside her with every thrust, the double pressure sending sparks behind her eyes. She angles the glass toy different and finds the spot — that spongy, electric spot that makes her vision white at the edges.
"Oh," she gasps. "Oh, fuck —"
The wand vibrator buzzes to life in her other hand. She presses it to her clit and the combination hits her like a wave. Her hips buck. The dildo drives deeper. Her face twists into something ugly and beautiful — the ahegao her subscribers pay to see, eyes rolled back, tongue out, drool slipping down her chin.
She's loud. She knows she's loud. The thin hotel walls don't matter, the neighbors don't matter, nothing matters but the pleasure building in her gut like a storm.
"Yes, yes, yes —"
The chat is a blur:
screaming_slut: HER FACE HER FACE
daddy_chill69: SHE'S IN ANOTHER DIMENSION
cumdump_ella: I'm cumming with her I'm cumming
throbbing_thunder: that tongue oh my god
pinkpussypump: how is she real
lovestruck_luna: the prettiest girl on this site
Her orgasm crashes through her without warning. Her whole body seizes, the dildo shoved deep, the wand pressed hard against her clit as she rides it out. The moans turn into wordless cries. Her thighs clamp together and her ass clenches around the plug and she sees stars, actual stars, floating across her vision.
She comes down in stages. Limbs heavy. Breath ragged. The dildo still half-inside her, the wand buzzing against her thigh where it slipped.
"Fuck," she whispers, and laughs. A breathless, giddy laugh. "Okay. Okay. That was —"
She looks at the camera, at the chat — 4,700 viewers now, comments screaming in all caps — and feels a rush of affection for these strangers who worship her without knowing her name.
"Goodnight, voids," she says, and reaches for the mouse to end the stream.
She clicks.
The red light stays on.
She doesn't notice.
She's already reaching for the towel on her nightstand, wiping her hands. The camera catches everything — her stretching, the way the glass dildo finally slips out, the plug still nestled between her cheeks. She's beautiful in the aftermath, skin flushed, hair a mess, mask slightly crooked.
She hums a tune under her breath. A NewJeans song. She catches herself and stops.
The chat is still going, confused:
angel_whispers: wait
bigdickenergy_69: is it still on?
cumdump_ella: I think she forgot to end it lmaooo
throbbing_thunder: best mistake ever
pinkpussypump: she's so cute when she's not performing
slutty_sub_boy: the way she's just casually walking around
daddy_chill69: bro she has NO idea
Hanni pads to the bathroom. The camera watches an empty bed for a moment, then catches her silhouette through the frosted glass shower door. The sound of running water. Her voice, singing quietly.
She takes her time. Washes off. Comes back wrapped in a towel, hair dripping, and flops onto the bed with a contented sigh.
A phone buzzes on the nightstand. She picks it up, reads something, and her whole face transforms.
The smile is different from the performance smile, different from the stream smile. This one reaches her eyes. Soft. Private.
The chat notices:
lovestruck_luna: who made her smile like that
angel_whispers: I'm so jealous of whoever just texted her
throbbing_thunder: boyfriend?
cumdump_ella: noooo she's taken?
bigdickenergy_69: of course she's taken have you seen her
She types a reply, bites her lip, tosses the phone aside. Then she's up again, pulling on an oversized shirt — a NewJeans tour shirt, but the logo faces away from the camera, thank god — and nothing else.
A knock at the door.
Hanni's face lights up. She practically bounces to answer it.
"You're early," she says, voice bright, accent thicker than it was on stream.
"I couldn't wait."
The door closes. The lock clicks.
And then a man walks into frame.
He's tall. The camera catches his build — broad shoulders, dark hair, the confident stride of someone who knows exactly where he's going. He crosses the room and wraps his arms around her waist, lifting her off her feet. She laughs, wraps her legs around him, and kisses him like she's been holding it in for days.
The chat loses its collective mind:
throbbing_thunder: WAIT
bigdickenergy_69: IS THIS REAL
pinkpussypump: SHE FORGOT TO END THE STREAM
daddy_chill69: NO FUCKING WAY
cumdump_ella: WE'RE GETTING A LIVE SHOW
angel_whispers: this is so wrong but I can't look away
screaming_slut: who is he who is he who is he
slutty_sub_boy: look at how he holds her
lovestruck_luna: she's so happy my heart
They don't know. They think this is a lucky coincidence. A gift.
They have no idea what's about to happen.
He carries her to the bed and lays her down like she's something precious. The towel comes loose, and she's naked underneath, the butt plug still wedged in place.
His eyes catch it. His hand finds it, presses gently, and she gasps.
"You started without me," he says, voice low.
"Had to warm up." She's grinning. "Did you see the glass one?"
"I saw the glass one."
"I thought of you when I bought it."
The sound he makes is not quite human. He's on her then, mouth on her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. She arches into him, fingers tangling in his hair, the moans starting up again — louder now, unguarded, the way she sounds when she doesn't have to perform.
The chat is a tornado:
throbbing_thunder: THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE
cumdump_ella: he's going DOWN on her
bigdickenergy_69: listen to those moans holy shit
pinkpussypump: she is SO in love
daddy_chill69: the way he's touching her
angel_whispers: I can't believe we're seeing this
screaming_slut: her legs are shaking already
slutty_sub_boy: I want what they have
lovestruck_luna: this is so intimate I feel like I'm intruding
throbbing_thunder: intrude harder I'm not leaving
He works his way down her body, kissing every inch, taking his time. When he reaches her thighs he spreads them wide, looks up at her with dark eyes, and lowers his mouth to her cunt.
The sound she makes tears out of her throat. Loud. Raw. Unfiltered.
"Fuck — yes — right there —"
His tongue works her clit in tight circles. She's still sensitive from the orgasm she gave herself, and the stimulation is almost too much. Her hips try to squirm away but he holds her down, keeps going, relentless.
"That's it," she gasps. "Don't stop, don't stop —"
She comes again. Faster than she expected. Her hands grip the sheets and her back bows off the mattress and she cries out his name — not Y/N, not in the heat of it — but a real name, his name, that the chat catches and repeats:
throbbing_thunder: DID SHE JUST SAY HANNI?
cumdump_ella: HANNI? HANNI WHO?
bigdickenergy_69: there's like fifty Hanni in K-pop
On screen, Hanni is oblivious. She's on her hands and knees now, Y/N behind her, the butt plug finally sliding out. She gasps at the loss, pushes back against him.
"I want you inside me," she says. "Please. I need —"
He doesn't make her wait. The camera catches the head of his cock pressing against her, the way her whole body tenses, the slow, relentless push as he enters her.
They both groan. The sound harmonizes.
"Fuck," she breathes. "You feel — you feel so —"
He starts moving. Slow at first, deep thrusts that rock her forward. Her hands grip the sheets, her head drops between her shoulders, and she takes him with a hunger that's almost feral.
"Harder," she demands. "Harder, please —"
He gives her harder. The pace picks up, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. Her moans are continuous now, a stream of sounds that don't form words. She doesn't care who hears. She can't hear anything but the blood rushing in her ears.
throbbing_thunder: I can't believe I'm watching a NewJeans member get railed
cumdump_ella: this is the best night of my life
bigdickenergy_69: she's taking it so well
pinkpussypump: look at her face
pinkpussypump: she's in heaven
daddy_chill69: HELL YEAH HELL YEAH
angel_whispers: I feel so guilty but I can't stop
screaming_slut: the way he's hitting it
slutty_sub_boy: deeper deeper DEEPER
lovestruck_luna: her thighs are quivering
throbbing_thunder: SCREENSHOT EVERYTHING
cumdump_ella: she's gonna wake up to a WAR
bigdickenergy_69: NewJeans is OVER
pinkpussypump: or this is gonna make them bigger
daddy_chill69: either way I'm here for it
Y/N flips her onto her back. He lifts her legs over his shoulders and drives into her from a new angle, one that makes her eyes roll back in her head. Her mouth falls open, tongue lolling out, that ahegao expression she perfected on stream now happening naturally, involuntarily.
"Look at me," he says. "I want to see you."
She forces her eyes to focus on his. The connection between them is palpable, even through the screen. This isn't performative. This isn't for the camera. This is real, and raw, and 4,700 strangers are watching it unfold.
"I love you," she gasps.
"I love you too."
He kisses her as he fucks her. Deep, consuming kisses that swallow her moans. His hand drifts between them, finds her clit, and she breaks against him with a cry that's half-sob.
The chat briefly goes quiet. Even the trolls are stunned.
Then:
throbbing_thunder: okay that was beautiful
cumdump_ella: I'm not crying you're crying
bigdickenergy_69: they really love each other
pinkpussypump: this went from porn to romance real quick
daddy_chill69: still porn though
daddy_chill69: GREAT porn
angel_whispers: I hope they're okay
angel_whispers: like after this
screaming_slut: she doesn't even know
slutty_sub_boy: she's gonna find out and die
lovestruck_luna: someone needs to tell her
throbbing_thunder: TELL HER?? AND RUIN THIS?? NO
He pulls out and she flips over again, presents herself. He enters her from behind, one hand on her hip, the other tangled in her hair. The pace is punishing now, building toward something inevitable.
"Where?" he asks.
"Inside," she begs. "Please, inside, I want to feel you —"
He lasts three more thrusts. She feels him pulse inside her, feels the heat of it, and that sensation — being filled, being claimed — pushes her over the edge with him. They come together, bodies locked, sounds escaping them that are almost animal.
He collapses beside her. She curls into him, face buried in his chest. The camera catches the rise and fall of their breathing, the sheen of sweat on their skin, the way his arm wraps around her like a shield.
Neither of them looks at the laptop.
Neither of them sees the red light.
They lie there, tangled and spent, and drift toward sleep. The chat continues to scroll, comments getting weirder, more obsessive, the links already spreading to other platforms.
The stream runs for another two hours before the laptop battery dies.
By then, the damage is done.
—
The news breaks overnight.
By the time Hanni wakes up at 11 AM, her phone is a brick of notifications. She squints at it, still half-asleep, and sees 13,842 unread messages.
She sits up.
Her first thought is that something happened to her family. Her second thought is a scandal — something she said, something she wore, some political thing she accidentally liked. Her third thought is the stream.
She turns to the laptop.
Dead battery.
She plugs it in. Powers it on. Opens the streaming software.
The red light blinks at her, steady and accusatory.
She stares at it for a long moment. Then she opens Twitter.
#bunny_void is trending at number one.
#HanniOnlyFans is trending at number two.
#NewJeansScandal is trending at number four.
Her stomach drops through the floor. She opens the first video that comes up — a re-upload, already with 2.3 million views — and watches herself. Watches the stream continue after she thought it ended. Watches herself get fucked on camera. Watches the chat realize who she is.
The video ends. She sits in silence.
The hotel room is too quiet. Y/N left early, back to his own schedule, and she's alone with this. With the knowledge that millions of people have seen her at her most vulnerable. That her members are about to find out. That her company is about to find out. That the entire world knows that bunny_void and Hanni Pham are the same person.
She throws up in the bathroom trash can.
When she comes back, her phone has buzzed again. A KakaoTalk notification from Minji. Then Haerin.
She opens Minji's first:
Minji: Hanni-ya. R u awake?
Minji: I need to know if that's really you.
Minji: Please say it's not u. Please.
Minji: Babe I'm not mad I'm just scared for u.
Minji: Call me when u see this.
Haerin's message is shorter:
Haerin: I saw the video.
Haerin: I'm not going to pretend I didn't.
Haerin: Call me when you can.
Haerin: I love you. We'll figure this out.
Hanni reads them twice. Three times. The tears start falling silently, tracking down her cheeks, dripping onto the screen.
She doesn't know what to do.
She doesn't know how to undo this.
But the videos are still spreading. The comments are still flooding in. The netizens are still talking.
—
The Pann forum thread has 4,700 comments and counting.
Title: NewJeans Hanni's OnlyFans leaked — full video here (CLICK)
Post deleted by moderator
Title: Wait, that's REALLY Hanni from NJ?
Comment 1: I didn't believe it at first but the mole is undeniable. And her voice when she wasn't putting on the stream voice. That's 100% her.
Comment 2: I'm in shock. Like actual shock. She's the sweetest member. The one with the aegyo. How???
Comment 3: She literally has a whole career as an idol and she's out here doing anal on a livestream. The duality is insane.
Comment 4: The way she was moaning though... she's really good at that...
Comment 5: bro that's a real person's daughter show some respect
Comment 6: She's a grown adult she can do what she wants. The problem is she didn't mean for it to leak.
Comment 7: "Didn't mean for it to leak" she forgot to end the stream for TWO HOURS. That's not a leak that's a disaster.
Comment 8: The boyfriend is apparently some non-celebrity? Rumor says he's a producer.
Comment 9: He's hot though. I'd let him ruin my life too.
Comment 10: The way they said I love you to each other... I can't even be mad. That's real.
Comment 11: ADOR is going to sue everyone who saved this
Comment 12: Too late. I have the whole thing downloaded.
Comment 13: She was PREGNANT at one point I heard
Comment 14: No she wasn't don't start rumors
Comment 15: The chat during the stream was insane people realizing it was her in real time
Comment 16: I was in that chat. I've never felt more alive.
Comment 17: Imagine waking up and finding out millions of people watched you fuck your boyfriend
Comment 18: Imagine being the boyfriend and finding out you're in a leaked sex video with a K-pop idol
Comment 19: He knew who she was. He was dating her knowing she was Hanni. He's fine.
Comment 20: This is going to destroy NewJeans' image
Comment 21: Or make them more popular. Bad publicity is still publicity.
Comment 22: The international fans are being surprisingly supportive. It's the Korean netizens who are the most shocked.
Comment 23: I'm Korean and I support her. She didn't hurt anyone. She did something private that got exposed. That's not a crime.
Comment 24: She literally has a masked OnlyFans. That's so smart honestly. She was protecting her identity. It was ONE mistake.
Comment 25: One mistake that's going to cost her millions
Comment 26: ADOR stocks already dropped 4%
Comment 27: The video of her singing Hype Boy during the shower part of the stream is so surreal
Comment 28: I can't look at her the same way
Comment 29: I can't look at her the same way either. I respect her more now. She's a whole woman with needs.
Comment 30: Y'all are gross. She's a victim of a leak.
Comment 31: She's a victim but she also ran a secret porn account for two years. Both things can be true.
Comment 32: TWO YEARS??? Source?
Comment 33: I've been following bunny_void for 18 months. The account has been active for at least that long.
Comment 34: NewJeans members are probably finding out right now too
Comment 35: Minji and Haerin already know. Their phones have been blowing up.
Comment 36: How do u know that
Comment 37: I'm at the HYBE building rn for work and saw their van pull up. They all look stressed.
Comment 38: leaked on set leaked on set leaked on set
Comment 39: God the memes are already coming. "Hanni forgot to turn off the camera" is going to be a legendary copypasta.
Comment 40: Remember when she said in that interview that she's "very careful about her private life"
Comment 41: STOP 😭😭😭
Comment 42: Link to the full video???
Comment 43: DM me I have the file
Comment 44: The sex was genuinely hot though. Like. The way he ate her out. I learned things.
Comment 45: The glass dildo scene was ART
Comment 46: She has a really nice body. Like genuinely. Her tits are perfect.
Comment 47: We need to stop analyzing her body like she's not a real person
Comment 48: She put her body on the internet willingly. We're commenting.
Comment 49: She put it on a PAID platform. Not for free.
Comment 50: Well it's free now ☠️
The thread goes on for pages. Arguments. Support. Mockery. Lust. Pity. The full spectrum of human reaction, all turned toward a 21-year-old girl sitting alone in a hotel room, holding her phone, not knowing what to say to the members who are waiting for her to call.
She reads more comments.
Twitter timeline:
@kpopnews_daily: UPDATE: ADOR has not issued a statement yet regarding the alleged leaked video of NewJeans member Hanni. We will update as more information becomes available. [25K retweets, 89K likes]
@nj_nation: Regardless of what happened, Hanni is still our queen. We support her. 🐇💙 [12K retweets, 45K likes]
@seoulgossip: The bunny_void account has been deleted but the internet never forgets. Full archive in my bio. [3K retweets, 12K likes]
@feminist_kr: A young woman's private sexual expression was leaked without her consent and everyone is sharing it like it's entertainment. You should be ashamed of yourselves. [8K retweets, 32K likes]
@mnet_official: Due to circumstances beyond our control, NewJeans' scheduled appearance on M Countdown this week has been postponed. We apologize for any inconvenience. [15K retweets, 67K likes]
@realhanni_pham: [No new tweets]
Hanni stares at her own profile. The last post is from three days ago — a selca in a café, smiling, holding a matcha latte. Before everything. Before the world found out.
She types. Deletes. Types again.
Nothing feels right.
Another KakaoTalk notification.
Danielle: Hannie I'm on my way to your room. Don't go anywhere. Don't post anything. We're going to fix this together okay? I love you.
Hanni lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
She's not alone.
But the video is still out there. 4.7 million views and climbing. And somewhere, a girl who used to be able to separate bunny_void from Hanni Pham is going to have to figure out how to live when those two worlds have violently, permanently collided.
