The Malaysian heat was a physical weight, a thick, humid blanket that clung to your skin the moment you stepped off the plane. It was nothing compared to the pressure building inside you since your father’s casual, life-altering declaration a month ago. “You three aren’t related. Which means, you can get married… if you want to that is.” His words had hung in the air, a bomb with a slow fuse. And now, here you were, in a luxury hotel suite in Langkawi, the fuse burned down to nothing.
The suite was obscenely large, all white marble and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a turquoise sea. Your bag felt like an anchor in your hand.
“Stop standing there like a lost puppy,” Ryujin’s voice, laced with its usual teasing melody, cut through the air-conditioned silence. She emerged from one of the bedroom doors, and your breath simply stopped. The black swimsuit she wore was less fabric and more a strategic arrangement of strings and triangles. It plunged deeply between her breasts, which were pushed up into soft, tempting mounds.
The bottom was a high-cut thong that made her legs look impossibly long, the dark material a stark contrast against her smooth, tanned skin. A silver ring glinted in her navel. Her dark hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few strands sticking to her neck. Her smirk was a weapon. “We didn’t fly you across an ocean to watch you unpack.”
Yeji appeared from the other room, her presence a cooler, more focused energy. Her swimsuit was a single piece, a sophisticated brown-beige that should have been modest. It wasn’t. The cut-out sides exposed the taut curves of her waist and the sharp lines of her hip bones. The fabric hugged every inch of her torso, the deep V-neckline showing a hint of cleavage that was somehow more arresting than Ryujin’s blatant display. Her blonde hair fell in a straight sheet over one shoulder. Her eyes, usually so guarded, held a new, unsettling intensity as they scanned you.
“The pool is private,” Yeji stated, her voice low. “No one else will be there.”
“So no excuses,” Ryujin sang, skipping over to you. She plucked the bag from your numb fingers and dropped it. Her fingers, cool and precise, began unbuttoning your shirt. “You’re overheating in these clothes. We can’t have that.”
You stammered something, a protest that died in your throat as her knuckles brushed your stomach. Yeji watched, saying nothing, her arms crossed under her chest. When your shirt was open, Ryujin’s hands slid it off your shoulders. Her gaze traveled down your chest, then back up to meet your eyes. The teasing glint was still there, but beneath it swam something hotter, hungrier.
“Come on,” she whispered, her breath a tickle against your ear. “The water’s waiting.”
The private infinity pool was a slice of liquid sapphire blending into the ocean horizon. You stood at the edge in your board shorts, feeling more exposed than if you were naked. Ryujin dove in first, a sleek, black-clad arrow that cut the water without a splash. She surfaced, flipping her hair back, water streaming down the valley between her breasts. Yeji followed with a graceful entry, swimming a few powerful strokes before turning to float on her back, her body a pale, elegant island in the blue.
“Well?” Ryujin called, treading water. “Are you getting in, or do we have to come get you?”
You slid into the cool water, the relief momentary. Because Ryujin was already there, her body gliding against yours in the water. Her leg hooked around yours, pulling you closer. Yeji had stopped floating, watching from a few feet away, her expression unreadable.
“You’ve been so tense,” Ryujin murmured, her hands coming to rest on your shoulders. Her thumbs rubbed circles into your muscles. “Ever since Dad opened his big mouth.”
“It changed things,” you managed to say, your voice tight.
“It freed things,” Yeji corrected quietly, moving closer. The water rippled around her. She stopped within arm’s reach, her gaze direct. “It removed a wall that was never really there to begin with.”
Ryujin’s hands slid from your shoulders down your chest, her fingertips tracing the lines of your abdomen. “We’ve been watching you. I’ve been watching you. All those little reactions you thought you hid.” Her lips were by your ear again. “The way you’d look away when I wore something short. The way your jaw would tighten when Yeji asked you a question. It was adorable.”
Yeji moved in then, closing the final distance. The three of you were in a tight cluster in the middle of the pool, the world beyond blurring into insignificance. Yeji’s hand came up, her fingers surprisingly gentle as they brushed a wet strand of hair from your forehead. The contrast was dizzying—Ryujin’s playful, invasive touch and Yeji’s solemn, deliberate one.
“We planned this trip for a reason,” Yeji said, her voice barely above a whisper but carrying perfectly in the quiet. “We need to talk to you. Without any… interference.”
Ryujin’s leg tightened around yours. “Yeah. We’ve been doing a lot of talking. About you. About us.” She leaned back, just enough to look you in the eye, her smirk softening into something more genuine, more vulnerable. “We want you.”
The words hung in the humid air.
“We’ll share you equally,” Yeji added, her statement firm, final, as if she’d rehearsed it. A business proposal of the heart. Or the body. Her cold timidity was gone, burned away by a dominant certainty that left no room for argument.
Your mind short-circuited. “Share… me?”
“Mmhmm,” Ryujin hummed, her body pressing flush against your side. You could feel every curve of her through the thin, wet fabric of her swimsuit. “No more teasing. No more cold shoulders. We both… feel the same way. And we’re not going to fight over you. That’s stupid.” She nipped at your earlobe, a sharp, playful bite. “We’re going to share.”
Yeji’s hand cupped your cheek, turning your face toward her. Her eyes were deep pools of intent. “Do you understand what we’re offering?”
You couldn’t speak. You could only nod, a jerky, desperate motion.
Ryujin’s laugh was a low, thrilled sound. “Good.” In one fluid motion, she pushed off from you and hoisted herself out of the pool. Water cascaded down her body, the black fabric plastered to her skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. The swell of her ass, the dark shadow between her thighs. She turned, offering a hand down to you. “Then let’s stop talking.”
Yeji was already climbing the steps, the beige fabric turning translucent, clinging to the firm globes of her ass, the elegant line of her spine. You took Ryujin’s hand, your own trembling, and let her pull you from the water.
Back in the suite, the air was cool but charged, crackling with a new electricity. You stood dripping on the marble floor, heart hammering against your ribs. Ryujin didn’t hesitate. She stepped into your space, her wet body meeting yours, and captured your mouth with hers.
It wasn’t a gentle first kiss. It was a claiming. Her lips were soft but demanding, her tongue sweeping past your lips without asking permission. The taste of chlorinated water and something uniquely, addictively Ryujin flooded your senses. Her hands fisted in your hair, holding you in place as she kissed you with a pent-up hunger that stole the breath from your lungs. You could feel her breasts, soft and heavy, crushed against your chest.
When she finally broke the kiss, you were gasping. She grinned, her lips swollen and glistening. “My turn,” Yeji said, her voice a husky command.
Ryujin released you, stepping back with a theatrical flourish. Yeji moved in, her approach different. Slower. Her hands came up to frame your face, her thumbs stroking your cheekbones. Her gaze searched yours, looking for something. Reassurance? Fear? She must have found it, because she leaned in, and her lips met yours.
This kiss was a revelation. Where Ryujin’s was fire, Yeji’s was deep, still water. Her lips moved against yours with a sensual, exploring pressure. It was tender, achingly so, but beneath the tenderness was a current of pure, unadulterated need. Her tongue traced the seam of your lips, and you opened for her, a moan vibrating in your throat. She swallowed the sound, her kiss deepening, becoming more possessive. One of her hands slid from your face into your hair, gripping with a firmness that made your scalp tingle. The other hand splayed on your bare back, pulling you tighter against her. You could feel her heart beating, a frantic rhythm against your own.
Ryujin watched, her eyes dark with arousal. She had peeled off her swimsuit top, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were bare, full and perfect with taut, pink nipples already pebbled from the cool air and excitement. She cupped one, rolling the nipple between her fingers as she watched Yeji kiss you.
“Okay, okay, share remember?” Ryujin said, her voice thick. She didn’t wait. Her hands went to the tie of your board shorts, yanking the knot loose. The wet fabric sagged, and she pushed it down your hips in one rough motion. Your cock, already hard and aching, sprang free.
“Fuck,” Ryujin breathed, her eyes widening. She wrapped her fingers around your shaft, her touch sending a jolt of pure lightning up your spine. Her hand was cool and wet from the pool. “Yeji, look at him.”
Yeji broke the kiss, her lips trailing a wet path down your jaw to your neck. She glanced down, and a soft, approving sound escaped her. “He’s beautiful,” she murmured, her breath hot on your skin. Her hand joined Ryujin’s, their fingers intertwining as they both held you. The sensation of four hands, two different grips—Ryujin’s firm and eager, Yeji’s more measured and reverent—was overwhelming.
“Let’s get you to the bed,” Yeji said, her dominant tone returning. She took your hand and led you, while Ryujin followed, her hand still stroking your length from behind.
The master bedroom was dominated by a huge bed with crisp white sheets. Yeji guided you onto the edge. Ryujin immediately dropped to her knees on the floor between your legs, her eyes level with your cock.
“Mine first,” Ryujin declared, looking up at you with that bratty challenge in her eyes. “I’ve been waiting the longest.”
“Be gentle,” Yeji said from beside you, sitting on the bed and running her fingers through your hair. “He’s inexperienced.”
“I’ll be perfect,” Ryujin purred. And then she leaned forward, and her hot, wet mouth enveloped the head of your cock.
Your back arched off the bed. A choked cry tore from your throat. Her tongue was a live wire, swirling around the sensitive ridge, lapping at the bead of pre-cum that had gathered at the tip. She made a show of it, her eyes locked on yours as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing. The sight of her, on her knees, her bare breasts swaying, her mouth stretched around you, was the most erotic thing you’d ever seen.
“She’s good at that, isn’t she?” Yeji whispered, her lips against your temple. Her hand trailed down your chest, over your stomach, her fingers lightly tracing the trail of hair leading down. “She’s been practicing in her head for months.”
Ryujin pulled off with a lewd, wet pop. “I have not,” she lied, grinning. Her lips were slick and swollen. “I’m a natural.” She dove back down, taking you deeper this time. Her head began to bob, her hand working the base of your shaft in tandem with her mouth. The sounds were filthy—wet sucking, her soft grunts, your own ragged breathing. She reached up with her other hand, fondling your balls, rolling the tight orbs in her palm.
Yeji’s touch was a counterpoint to the intense stimulation. Her kisses were soft on your shoulder, your neck. Her hand stroked your thigh. “You taste good,” Ryujin moaned around your cock, the vibration making you jerk. “Salty. Mine.”
The possessiveness in her voice, the way her eyes flared when she said it, sent a fresh surge of heat through you. You tangled your hands in her damp hair, not guiding, just holding on. She increased her pace, her throat relaxing to take you deeper, until you feel the necessity to release your cum.
Yeji’s hand was a vise around your wrist, her grip unyielding as she pulled you from the edge of the bed. The beige swimsuit was still plastered to her skin, the fabric gone nearly transparent, clinging to every dip and curve. Water dripped from the ends of her blonde hair onto her shoulders, tracing paths down the valley between her breasts. Her expression was no longer coolly assessing—it was focused, hungry, a predator who’d cornered its prize.
“My turn,” she said, the words not a request but a decree. Her eyes flicked to Ryujin, who was still on her knees, wiping her glistening lips with the back of her hand. “Watch.”
Ryujin’s grin was wicked. She pushed herself up, her naked body gleaming in the soft bedroom light. She sauntered to a plush armchair in the corner and draped herself over it, one leg hooked over the arm. “Don’t mind if I do.” She cupped her own breast, pinching the nipple between her fingers, her gaze fixed on you both.
Yeji led you to the center of the room, the cool marble under your feet a shock. She turned to face you, her free hand coming up to press against your chest. “On your knees,” she commanded, her voice low and steady.
The dominance in her tone sent a jolt through you, a mixture of arousal and submission that made your cock twitch. You sank down, the hard floor unforgiving against your knees. From this angle, you were eye-level with the soaked triangle of her swimsuit. The brown-beige fabric was dark with moisture, plastered to the soft mound of her pussy. You could see the faint outline of her lips through the material, a shadowed split.
“You pleased her,” Yeji said, her fingers threading into your hair, not gently. She gripped, tilting your head back so you had to look up at her. Her face was flushed, her lips parted. “Now you please me. With your mouth.”
Your heart hammered. You’d never done this before. The inexperience was a cold knot in your stomach, but the heat in her eyes, the possessive curl of her fingers in your hair, burned it away.
“Show me you want this,” she whispered, a challenge. “Show me you want me.”
Her other hand went to the side tie of her swimsuit. With a sharp tug, the knot came loose. She peeled the wet fabric away from her skin, slowly, revealing inch after inch of pale, smooth flesh. The suit slid down her torso, over her hips, and fell with a wet slap to the floor.
Yeji stood naked before you.
Her body was a masterpiece of lean muscle and soft curves. Her breasts were smaller than Ryujin’s, but perfectly shaped, with pale pink nipples that were already hard, pebbled points. A faint trail of blonde hair led from her navel down to the neat thatch of darker blonde curls at the junction of her thighs. But it was her pussy that held your gaze, your first real look at her.
Her outer lips were full, a plump, pale pink that glistened with a sheen of her own arousal and pool water. They were parted slightly, revealing the darker, flushed inner folds within. A glistening bead of wetness clung to the very bottom, threatening to drop. The hood of her clit was visibly swollen, a tiny, eager peak peeking from its shelter. The scent of her hit you—clean, musky, a hint of salt and something uniquely Yeji that made your mouth water.
“Well?” she breathed, her grip tightening in your hair. “Don’t just stare.”
You leaned forward, your hands coming to rest on her thighs. Her skin was cool and smooth under your palms. You pressed your face into the soft curls, inhaling her deeply, and then you extended your tongue.
The first touch was a flat, tentative lick from the very bottom of her slit up to the top. The taste exploded on your tongue—tangy, sweet, intensely feminine. Yeji gasped, a sharp intake of breath, and her thighs trembled. Emboldened, you did it again, firmer this time, tracing the entire length of her pussy with the broad of your tongue.
“Yes,” she hissed, her hips giving a tiny, involuntary jerk forward.
You found a rhythm, lapping at her like she was the only source of water in a desert. Your tongue explored her outer lips, sucking each one gently into your mouth, tasting the salt of her skin and the slickness of her arousal. You nudged her legs wider with your shoulders, and she complied, planting her feet further apart, giving you total access.
“Inside,” she demanded, her voice strained. “Use your tongue inside me.”
You obeyed, pressing the tip of your tongue against her entrance. It yielded easily, and you pushed inside, just an inch. The heat and tightness were incredible. Her inner walls were soft, velvety, and they clenched around the intrusion. You fucked her with your tongue, shallow, quick thrusts, while your nose rubbed against her swollen clit.
Yeji’s moan was a low, broken sound. Her hands were fists in your hair now, not guiding, just holding on as pleasure took her. “Deeper. More.”
You redoubled your efforts, your tongue delving as deep as it could, then flattening to lick upward, over her clit, again and again. The little nub was hard as a pebble, throbbing under your attention. You focused there, circling it with the very tip of your tongue, flicking it rapidly.
“Oh, god—right there, right there,” she chanted, her hips beginning to rock against your face. Her moans grew louder, less controlled. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”
From the chair, Ryujin watched, biting her own lip hard enough to leave marks. Her hand was between her legs, fingers working in a frantic rhythm over her own wetness. “Fuck, Yeji,” she groaned. “Look at you. Look at him. He’s eating you like he’s starving.”
You were. You lost yourself in the taste, the feel, the sounds. You sucked her clit into your mouth, applying gentle pressure, then releasing it to flick with your tongue. One of your hands left her thigh and slid between her legs from behind, your fingers finding her soaking wet entrance. You pushed one finger inside her, alongside your tongue.
Yeji cried out, her body bowing. “Another,” she gasped.
You added a second finger, curling them upward as you pushed in. Her inner walls gripped you, tight and rippling. You searched, and found a slightly rougher patch inside her, just a few inches in. You pressed against it.
“Fuck!” she screamed, her legs shaking violently. Her pussy gushed around your fingers, a fresh flood of wetness that coated your hand and dripped down your wrist. “That’s it, that’s the spot, don’t you dare stop!”
You scissored your fingers, stretching her, while your mouth continued its relentless assault on her clit. Her breaths came in ragged sobs. Her thighs tried to clamp around your head, but you held them open, your shoulders keeping her spread wide for you.
“I’m gonna—I’m gonna—” Her warning was a broken whisper.
You doubled down, sucking her clit hard, fucking her with your fingers in a fast, deep rhythm, your palm grinding against her swollen outer lips.
Yeji’s orgasm hit her like a train. Her whole body went rigid, a silent scream on her lips for a second before sound erupted. A raw, guttural cry tore from her throat. Her pussy clenched around your fingers in a series of violent, rhythmic pulses. A hot gush of fluid erupted from her, soaking your chin, your neck, your chest. It wasn’t a trickle—it was a splash, a release of pent-up tension that poured out of her, the sound of it hitting your skin a wet, obscene slap. She squirted, the liquid clear and copious, drenching you and pooling on the marble between her feet.
Her knees buckled. You withdrew your fingers and mouth just in time to catch her as she collapsed forward, her hands on your shoulders for support. She was panting, trembling, her body slick with sweat and her own release. She looked down at you, her eyes dazed, her face flushed with utter satisfaction.
“Good,” she breathed, her voice hoarse. “So good.”
From the chair, Ryujin let out a low, impressed whistle. “Damn, unnie. You made a mess.” She stood up, her own arousal a glossy sheen on her inner thighs. She walked over, her steps deliberate. She knelt behind you, her naked body pressing against your back. Her skin was hot. You could feel her hard nipples against your spine.
She wrapped her arms around your chest, her hands splaying over your pecs. Her lips found the shell of your ear. “My turn to play,” she whispered, and then she bit down.
It wasn’t a playful nip. It was a sharp, claiming bite on the curve of your ear. The pain was bright and immediate, mixing with the pleasure still coursing through you from tasting Yeji. You grunted, arching back into her.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” Ryujin murmured, licking the spot she’d bitten. “Watching her come all over your face. Tasting her.” Her hands slid down your torso, over your stomach, and wrapped around your cock. You were still painfully hard, slick with saliva and pre-cum. She stroked you slowly, her grip firm. “But you haven’t come yet. And I haven’t had you inside me.”
Yeji, still catching her breath, straightened up. Her dominant aura was back, softened by the aftermath of her climax. She ran a hand through your hair, a surprisingly tender gesture. “On the bed,” she said, her voice regaining its command. “Both of you.”
Ryujin pulled you up, leading you to the vast bed. She pushed you onto your back, then climbed over you, straddling your hips. Her black hair fell around her face like a curtain as she looked down at you, her bratty smirk firmly in place. “You’ve been inside her mouth. You’ve had your mouth on her. Now…” She reached between her own legs, her fingers spreading the lips of her pussy. They were puffy, dark pink, and glistening. You could see the tight, clenched opening. “Now you’re going to be inside me.”
She positioned the head of your cock at her entrance. She didn’t lower herself immediately. She just rubbed the tip through her slick folds, coating you in her wetness, teasing both of you. “You want to?” she taunted.
“Ryujin,” you groaned, your hips lifting off the bed.
“Say it.”
“I want to. Please.”
“Please what?” She rotated her hips, the head of your cock catching on her opening but not slipping in.
“Please let me fuck you,” you gasped, the vulgarity feeling foreign and electric on your tongue.
Her smirk widened. “Good boy.” And then she sank down, taking you inside her in one slow, inexorable slide.
The feeling was beyond anything you’d imagined. Her pussy was a furnace, tight and wet and gripping you like a silken fist. She was snug, a perfect, hot pressure around your entire length. She let out a long, shuddering moan as she settled fully onto you, your hips meeting hers. “Fuck, you’re big,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “So full.”
She began to move, lifting herself up until only the tip remained inside, then sinking back down. Her rhythm was slow at first, sensual, her body undulating above you. Her breasts bounced with each movement, the pink nipples drawing your gaze. You grabbed her hips, your fingers digging into the soft flesh, helping to guide her.
Yeji appeared at the side of the bed. She watched for a moment, her eyes dark, then she climbed on. She positioned herself near your head, kneeling beside you. She took your hand and guided it between her legs. “Touch me while you fuck her,” she ordered.
You didn’t need to be told twice. Your fingers found her pussy again, still swollen and sensitive from her orgasm, still dripping. You rubbed circles over her clit as Ryujin rode you.
“Yes,” Yeji moaned, her head falling back. “Just like that.”
The sensory overload was immense. The sight of Ryujin above you, her face a mask of pleasure. The feel of her tight cunt milking your cock with every rise and fall. The sound of skin slapping against skin, wet and rhythmic. The taste of Yeji still on your lips. The scent of sex, thick in the air. And the feel of Yeji’s clit under your fingers, growing harder as you stroked her.
Ryujin’s pace increased. Her bounces became harder, more desperate. Her inner walls clenched around you in irregular spasms. “Harder,” she panted. “Fuck me harder.”
You thrust upward to meet her downward strokes, driving deeper into her. The angle changed, and you saw her eyes fly open in shock, then pure bliss. “There! Right there, don’t stop!” she screamed.
You pistoned into her, the bedframe creaking in protest. Your balls slapped against her ass with each deep drive. You could feel the base of your cock rubbing against her clit with every thrust, and her cries told you it was hitting the mark.
“I’m close, I’m so close,” Ryujin whimpered, her rhythm faltering. Her pussy was fluttering around you, a rapid, fluttering pulse.
“Not yet,” Yeji said, her voice a husky command. She reached over and pinched Ryujin’s nipple, hard. Ryujin yelped, her body jolting. “Wait for him.”
“I can’t!” Ryujin sobbed, still bouncing.
“Switch,” Yeji ordered.
With a frustrated cry, Ryujin lifted herself off you, your cock sliding out of her with a wet, sucking sound. She was trembling, her pussy lips glistening and parted. Yeji immediately pushed you onto your side. “Fuck me now,” she said, rolling onto her back and pulling you on top of her. She hooked her legs around your waist, her heels digging into your ass. “I want to feel you.”
You needed no further invitation. You positioned yourself at her entrance, still slick from Ryujin, and pushed inside.
Yeji’s pussy felt different. Tighter, somehow, and hotter. Her inner walls gripped you with a fierce, possessive tension. She wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you down for a deep, messy kiss. Her tongue tangled with yours, and you could taste herself on you. You began to thrust, slow and deep at first, savoring the feeling of being buried inside her.
Ryujin recovered quickly. She moved behind you, pressing her naked body against your back. Her hands roamed over your shoulders, your back. She kissed your spine, licking the salt from your skin. Then her teeth found the muscle of your shoulder. She bit down, not playfully, but with a sharp, stinging pressure that made you groan into Yeji’s mouth.
“Mine,” Ryujin growled against your skin, laving the bite mark with her tongue. “You’re fucking her, but you’re still mine too.”
You increased your pace, fucking Yeji with long, driving strokes. Her breath came in hot pants against your cheek. “Yes, just like that,” she urged, her nails scraping down your back. “Don’t hold back. Give it to me.”
You were losing control. The coil of pleasure in your gut was wound impossibly tight. The dual sensations—Yeji’s tight cunt squeezing your cock, Ryujin’s teeth and hands on your back—were pushing you to the edge.
“Ryujin,” Yeji gasped, her eyes opening to look past you. “His neck. Mark him.”
Ryujin didn’t hesitate. She shifted, her mouth finding the side of your neck, just above your collarbone. She sucked the skin hard, then bit. It was a deep, claiming bite that made you cry out. The pain was sharp and bright, a brand of possession that sent a shockwave of pleasure straight to your cock.
“Now, come for me,” Yeji commanded, her own hips meeting your thrusts with equal force. “Fill me up.”
It was the final permission you needed. With a ragged shout, you buried yourself to the hilt inside Yeji and came. The orgasm ripped through you, a blinding, white-hot release that seemed to pull from the very soles of your feet. Your cock pulsed violently inside her, jet after jet of hot cum flooding her depths. You could feel it, the thick, pumping spurts, and Yeji moaned in satisfaction, her pussy clenching around you, milking you for every drop.
As the last waves subsided, you collapsed onto her, spent and trembling. Ryujin was still attached to your neck, her bite softening into gentle kisses over the throbbing mark she’d left.
For a long moment, the only sounds were your combined panting and the distant hum of the air conditioner. You were a tangled, sweaty, sticky heap of limbs on the white sheets.
Slowly, you rolled off Yeji, coming to rest between them. Ryujin immediately curled into your side, her head on your chest, her finger tracing the bite mark on your neck with a satisfied smile. Yeji lay on your other side, one arm draped over your stomach, her face serene.
“See?” Ryujin whispered, her voice smug. “Sharing is so much better.”
Yeji didn’t speak. She just leaned over you, her lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss that tasted of salt and sex and something sweetly, undeniably like affection. When she pulled back, her eyes held yours. “You’re ours now,” she said simply. “Both of us.”
The possessiveness in her voice should have been frightening. Instead, it settled over you like a warm, heavy blanket. You were exhausted, overwhelmed, and more sated than you’d ever been in your life. But as you lay there, with Ryujin’s playful bites still stinging and Yeji’s scent all over you, a new tension began to hum in the air. The night was young, and the look passing between your two stepsisters over your prone body suggested they were far from finished with you.
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