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The words wouldn’t settle. They kept swimming, rearranging themselves into shapes that made your stomach twist into something cold and unfamiliar. You’d read the article three times now, each pass peeling away another layer of the person you thought you knew.
“I don’t really care about my fans. As long as they give me financial freedom, I’m happy.”
Kwon Eunbi. Your ultimate bias. The woman whose photocards lived in a binder on your desk, whose fancams you’d watched at three in the morning when sleep refused to come, whose voice had pulled you through the worst months of your life after the accident that took Dad. You’d been there since Produce 48. You’d voted. You’d cried when IZ*ONE disbanded. You’d supported her solo debut, bought the albums, streamed the MVs until your eyes burned.
And she didn’t care.
Not about you. Not about anyone who’d ever cheered for her.
The screen dimmed from inactivity. Your reflection stared back at you from the black glass—twenty-one years old, hollow-eyed, jaw tight. The university-issued desk lamp cast a jaundiced glow across your dorm room. Outside, someone laughed in the hallway. The sound felt like it belonged to a different world.
Your phone buzzed.
A notification from KakaoTalk. A group invitation.
The name made your thumb pause mid-swipe: Eunbi Haters — Seoul Chapter.
You should have declined. You should have blocked the sender—someone with a display name that was just a string of numbers—and tried to forget the article existed. That was what a rational person would do.
But the article was still open in your browser. And the words were still there.
You accepted the invite.
The chat exploded.
Messages scrolled past faster than you could read them—curses, screenshots, voice notes, links to forums you’d never heard of. Dozens of people. Hundreds. All of them furious. All of them hurt. The same wound, replicated across every member, festering in real-time.
A message from Admin_Zero pinned itself to the top of the chat:
“Welcome, newcomers. You’re here because you know the truth now. Eunbi doesn’t care about us. She cares about our wallets. If you want to do something about it, stay. If you’re here to defend her, leave now. We’re not interested in forgiveness.”
Your fingers typed before your brain caught up.
“I’m in.”
Three weeks later, you were sitting in a basement in Hongdae.
The room smelled like stale cigarette smoke and instant ramen. Seven other men sat around a low table cluttered with soju bottles, laptop screens, and printed photographs. You recognized some of them from the chat. Jae-hyun, a former fansite master who’d spent tens of millions of won on camera equipment and concert tickets, sat directly across from you, his knuckles white around a glass. Min-seok, a soft-spoken guy with glasses who’d run one of the biggest Eunbi translation accounts, was wedged into a corner, chewing his bottom lip raw. The others—Dong-soo, a thick-necked former security guard; Young-chul, a fashion student with vacant eyes; Ho-jin, a tech specialist who smelled like he hadn’t showered in days; and Kyung, a quiet, watchful presence who hadn’t spoken a word since you’d arrived—filled the remaining spaces.
At the head of the table sat Admin_Zero.
He was older than you’d expected. Mid-thirties. Sharp cheekbones, hair slicked back, a scar bisecting his left eyebrow. He’d introduced himself simply as “Zero” and offered no other name. The way he held the room reminded you of a spider at the center of a web.
“Everyone’s here,” Zero said. His voice was calm. Measured. “Let’s begin.”
He tapped his laptop. The screen facing the group displayed a schedule. Performance dates. Venue details. Security layouts. All of it centered around one event:
Waterbomb Seoul 2026.
“She’s headlining the Saturday slot,” Zero continued. “Closing performance. High exposure. Lots of cameras. Lots of fans. She’ll be at her most untouchable on stage.” He paused, letting that sink in. “And her most vulnerable afterward.”
Your pulse ticked up. You could feel it in your temples, in the hollow of your throat. You’d known, abstractly, that this meeting was about doing something. The chat had been full of furious rhetoric for weeks—talk of revenge, of teaching her a lesson, of making her understand what it felt like to be used and discarded. But sitting in that basement, surrounded by men who looked as wound-up as you felt, the abstract had become concrete.
Dong-soo leaned forward. His shoulders strained against his shirt. “Security?”
“Standard idol detail,” Zero said. “Four bodyguards. Two stay with her vehicle, two escort her to the dressing room. The backstage area at Jamsil Sports Complex is a maze. I’ve mapped it.” He clicked to a new slide. Blueprints. “There’s a service corridor here. Connects the loading dock to the dressing rooms. No cameras. Minimal foot traffic after the event ends.”
Min-seok’s voice came out thin. “This is… we’re really talking about this?”
Zero’s gaze slid toward him. “You’re free to leave.”
Nobody moved.
The silence stretched until it became something heavier—a shared complicity that settled over the room like a second skin. You looked at the faces around the table. None of them looked like criminals. None of them looked like monsters. They looked like fans. Disillusioned, heartbroken, furious fans.
You wondered if that was worse.
“What exactly,” Jae-hyun said slowly, “are we proposing?”
Zero smiled. It didn’t reach his eyes. “She said she only cares about financial freedom. She said fans are nothing but wallets. So we’re going to remind her that wallets don’t protect you. We’re going to remind her that actions have consequences.”
He clicked to the next slide.
Your stomach dropped.
The photographs showed Eunbi at various events—airport departures, fansigns, backstage moments. Candid shots, the kind only someone with insider access could capture. And beneath each photo, notes. Her schedule patterns. Her habits. Her vulnerabilities.
“We’re going to take something from her,” Zero said. “Something she’ll never get back. And then we’re going to make sure she never forgets who she belongs to.”
The planning stretched across weeks.
You attended every meeting. You told yourself it was because you wanted to know what they were capable of. You told yourself you were just observing, just gathering information, just making sure things didn’t go too far. But late at night, when you lay in your dorm bed staring at the ceiling, you couldn’t escape the truth.
You were still angry.
Angrier than you’d ever been.
The article had cracked something inside you. Every time you saw Eunbi’s face on a billboard, every time one of her songs came on in a cafe, every time you stumbled across an old fancam—the crack widened. The woman you’d loved, the woman you’d devoted years of your life to supporting, had looked at her fans and seen ATMs.
You weren’t just angry at her. You were angry at yourself. For being naive. For believing that any idol actually cared.
So you kept going to the meetings. You kept listening. You kept telling yourself you hadn’t crossed any lines.
Until the night Zero singled you out.
“You,” he said, pointing across the table. “You’ve been quiet.”
The others turned to look at you. Seven pairs of eyes, some curious, some wary, some flat with indifference.
“Just listening,” you said.
“You were one of the first to join the chat.” Zero’s voice was casual, but there was something sharp beneath it. “Why?”
You thought about lying. But what was the point? You were already here. You were already complicit.
“She broke something,” you said. “I want her to understand what that feels like.”
Zero held your gaze for a long moment. Then he nodded, slow and satisfied.
“Good. Because I have a specific role in mind for you.”
The night of Waterbomb Seoul 2026 arrived humid and electric.
Jamsil Sports Complex swelled with bodies. Fifty thousand people, maybe more, packed into the open-air venue. The bass from the speakers thrummed through the concrete, through your bones, as you stood backstage with a lanyard around your neck and a forged crew ID clipped to your shirt. Ho-jin had handled the credentials. The man was unsettling—too quiet, too precise—but his skills were undeniable.
You weren’t alone. Dong-soo stood to your left, his bulk barely contained by the black security uniform Zero had procured. Young-chul hovered near the dressing room corridor, pretending to check equipment. Kyung was somewhere in the crowd, a ghost among the audience, his role unclear. Jae-hyun and Min-seok waited in the service van outside, engines running, nerves frayed.
And Zero—Zero was everywhere and nowhere. Coordinating through earpieces. Watching through feeds Ho-jin had tapped into. A puppeteer pulling strings.
“She’s coming off stage in ten,” Zero’s voice crackled in your ear. “Everyone in position.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
Through the monitor mounted on the backstage wall, you could see her.
Kwon Eunbi.
She was performing “Underwater,” her most recent single, and the crowd was losing their minds. Water cannons arced across the stage, catching the lights, drenching her white bodysuit until it clung to every curve. Her hair, dark and wet, streamed down her back. Her smile was incandescent. Her body moved with the fluid precision of someone who had spent half her life training, every hip roll and shoulder dip calibrated to maximum effect.
She was beautiful. She had always been beautiful.
That was part of the problem.
The performance ended. The crowd roared. Eunbi bowed, waved, blew kisses that meant nothing to her, and disappeared into the wings.
Right on schedule.
“She’s heading to the dressing room,” Zero said. “Dong-soo, you’re up.”
Dong-soo moved with surprising stealth for a man his size. You followed three paces behind, your pulse a war drum in your ears. The service corridor stretched ahead, fluorescent-lit and empty, just as Zero had promised. The dressing room door was at the end, marked with a laminated sign: KWON EUNBI — NO ENTRY.
Dong-soo knocked.
A muffled voice from inside: “One moment!”
The door opened.
Eunbi stood there in a silk robe, her stage makeup still fresh, her hair damp. Up close, she was smaller than she appeared on stage. More fragile. Her eyes, dark and expressive, flicked from Dong-soo to you. Confusion creased her brow.
“Yes? Can I help—”
Dong-soo moved. One hand clamped over her mouth. The other wrapped around her waist, lifting her off her feet. She struggled—kicked, clawed, a muffled shriek swallowed by his palm—but he was too strong. Too fast.
Your job was to close the door.
You did.
The lock clicked shut.
Eunbi’s eyes found you over Dong-soo’s shoulder. Wide. Terrified. Pleading.
You looked away.
“Good,” Zero’s voice murmured in your ear. “Phase one complete. Proceed to phase two.”
They’d planned this part meticulously.
Dong-soo carried Eunbi to the vanity and set her down in the chair with a gentleness that felt obscene given the circumstances. Young-chul locked the secondary exit. You stood by the door, a sentinel, while the others moved around you with rehearsed efficiency.
Nobody spoke to Eunbi.
That was the first instruction. Don’t engage with her. Don’t let her humanize herself. She’s not a person right now. She’s a target.
Eunbi’s breath came in ragged gasps. Her robe had slipped, exposing one shoulder, the strap of her stage costume beneath. Her hands gripped the armrests of the vanity chair, knuckles white.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please, whatever you want—money, I have money—”
Young-chul snorted.
“She really doesn’t get it,” he said. His voice was flat, disappointed. “After everything.”
Dong-soo moved behind her, his hands settling on her shoulders with a weight that made her flinch. He didn’t squeeze. Not yet. Just held her there, pinned in place by the sheer threat of his presence.
“Eunbi-ssi,” Zero’s voice came from the doorway.
He’d entered without a sound. Because of course he had. He stood there in a black suit, his scar vivid under the dressing room lights, looking for all the world like a businessman who’d wandered into the wrong meeting.
Eunbi’s head snapped toward him. “Who—who are you?”
Zero smiled that empty smile. “Someone you disappointed.”
He walked toward her with unhurried steps. Each footfall was deliberate, measured, a metronome of dread. Eunbi tried to shrink back, but Dong-soo’s hands held her fast.
“You said you don’t care about your fans,” Zero said. “You said they only matter as long as they give you financial freedom. Do you remember saying that?”
Eunbi’s face went pale. “That—that was taken out of context—”
“Was it?” Zero pulled out his phone. Tapped the screen. “Let’s hear the audio.”
The recording played. Her voice, unmistakable: “I don’t really care about my fans. As long as they give me financial freedom, I’m happy.” No context. No editing. Just her words, hanging in the air like a verdict.
“I was—I was tired,” Eunbi stammered. “It was a long interview, I didn’t mean—”
“You didn’t mean for it to come out,” Zero interrupted. “That’s the only thing you regret. Not the sentiment. Not the contempt. Just the fact that we heard it.”
He pocketed his phone.
“But we did hear it. And we decided to take it personally.”
Zero looked at you. “Come here.”
Your legs carried you forward before your brain could object. You stopped beside him, close enough to smell Eunbi’s perfume—something floral, expensive, already souring with sweat.
“Tell her,” Zero said. “Tell her what you told me.”
Eunbi’s eyes met yours.
And in that moment, something shifted.
It would have been easier if she’d looked defiant. If she’d sneered, or dismissed you, or spat in your face. But she didn’t. She looked at you like you were her last hope. Like you, specifically, might save her.
That was the cruelty of it. Because you had loved her. You had loved her so much that the betrayal had hollowed you out and filled the empty space with something corrosive.
“I supported you since Produce 48,” you said. Your voice came out steadier than you felt. “I voted for you. I streamed your music. I bought your albums. When my dad died, your voice was the only thing that got me through.”
Eunbi’s lips parted. Something flickered in her expression—recognition, maybe. Or fear that she should have recognized you but couldn’t.
“And you don’t care,” you continued. “You never did. None of it mattered to you.”
“That’s not true,” she whispered. “That’s—please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”
“You meant it,” you said. “You just didn’t mean for us to hear it.”
The words landed like stones dropped into still water.
Zero nodded, satisfied. “There it is. That’s the truth.” He turned back to Eunbi. “You’ve built your entire career on the backs of people like him. People who gave you their time, their money, their devotion. And you threw it back in their faces. So now we’re going to take something back. Something you can’t buy. Something you can’t earn. Something you can’t smile your way out of.”
Eunbi’s breathing quickened. Her chest rose and fell beneath the robe, the fabric pulling taut across her breasts. She was trying to hold herself together, but you could see the cracks spreading—the tremor in her jaw, the wetness gathering along her lower lash line.
“Please,” she said again. The word came out thin, reedy. “Please don’t do this.”
“Don’t do what?” Zero tilted his head. “We haven’t done anything yet.”
He let that sit.
“But we’re going to.”
What happened next unfolded in stages.
Zero gave the signal, and the atmosphere in the room changed. It went from a coiled threat to something in active motion. Dong-soo’s grip shifted from restraining to holding, his thick fingers pressing into the meat of Eunbi’s shoulders with enough force to dimple the skin. Young-chul stepped closer, pulling something from his pocket—a length of black silk, the kind used for blindfolds.
Eunbi saw it and started thrashing.
“No—no, wait, please, I’ll do anything, I’ll say whatever you want, I’ll apologize publicly, I’ll donate to charity, I’ll—”
The silk slid over her eyes.
Her world went dark.
You watched her panic spike—the way her spine arched, the way her mouth opened on a scream that never came because Dong-soo’s hand clamped back over her lips. She was breathing through her nose now, short sharp bursts of air that made her nostrils flare.
“She’s scared,” Ho-jin observed from his position by the monitors. His voice was clinical. Detached. He might have been discussing weather patterns.
“She should be,” Zero said.
He gestured to you.
“You’re up.”
You knew what he meant. You’d been briefed. You’d been prepared. But standing there, looking at Eunbi—blindfolded, trembling, small in the vanity chair—the knowledge of what you were supposed to do next felt like a physical weight pressing down on your chest.
She broke something. You want her to understand what that feels like. That’s what you said.
You stepped forward.
Your hand, when you raised it, wasn’t steady.
Eunbi couldn’t see you, but she could hear you—the scuff of your shoes on the floor, the rustle of your clothes, the proximity of your body to hers. She turned her head toward the sound, blind behind the silk, and you saw a tear escape beneath the fabric. It traced a slow path down her cheek, cutting through the stage makeup, leaving a pale streak in its wake.
“Who’s there?” Her voice cracked. “Please, just tell me—”
Your fingers found the collar of her robe.
She went rigid.
One of the others—Young-chul, maybe—let out a breath that was almost a laugh. Not amusement. Something darker. The sound of anticipation curdling in the air.
You pulled the robe aside.
Her shoulder emerged. Then the swell of her collarbone. Then the strap of her stage costume, a damp white band that cut diagonally across her chest. The bodysuit was still wet from the performance, clinging to her skin like a second layer. You could see the outline of her nipple through the fabric, peaked from cold or fear. Probably both.
“Please,” Eunbi breathed. “You don’t have to do this. You’re—you’re a fan, right? You said you supported me. That means something, doesn’t it? That means you care.”
Your hand stopped.
Because she wasn’t wrong.
You had cared. You had cared so goddamn much. And that was the problem. You still cared, even now, even after everything. The part of you that had loved her wasn’t dead—it was just buried under layers of rage and humiliation, scratching at the dirt, trying to get out.
“I did care,” you said. Your voice came out rougher than you intended. “That’s why I’m here.”
Another tear slipped beneath the blindfold.
“Then don’t do this,” she said. “Prove you’re better than him.” She tilted her chin toward where Zero’s voice had come from. “Prove you’re better than all of them. Just—just let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I swear. I’ll pretend this never happened.”
Zero chuckled. “She’s good. I’ll give her that.”
“I’m not pretending,” Eunbi insisted. “I’m—I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it like that. I was exhausted, I was frustrated, I said something stupid and cruel and I regret it. I regret it so much. Please.”
Silence.
Somewhere in the building, the distant thump of a bass drop signaled the next act taking the stage. The crowd roared. Fifty thousand people who had no idea what was happening thirty meters away.
“The recording,” Ho-jin said abruptly. “We’re still rolling, right?”
Zero nodded.
“Good.” Ho-jin’s fingers danced across his laptop. “Because I think we should document everything. For leverage. In case she forgets tonight’s lesson.”
“No,” Eunbi gasped. “No, no, no—please don’t—you can’t—”
Dong-soo’s hand tightened over her mouth, muffling the rest.
“Phase three,” Zero announced. “Final preparations. We move on my mark.”
The other men shifted into position. Young-chul produced more silk—this time for her wrists. Kyung emerged from the shadows with a camera rig, professional-grade, the kind used for high-end fansite photos. The irony wasn’t lost on you. Ho-jin angled his laptop so the recording would capture a clear view of the vanity area.
And you—
You were still standing there with her robe half-open under your fingers, watching a woman who had once seemed untouchable come apart at the seams.
“Mark,” Zero said.
Young-chul secured her wrists to the armrests. She fought—how could she not?—but the silk held. Dong-soo released her mouth, and the sound that came out was somewhere between a sob and a wail. The camera captured everything: the open robe, the damp bodysuit, the tears carving tracks through makeup, the way her throat worked as she tried to find words that might save her.
“I’ll give you money,” she tried. “All of it. Everything I have. Just name a price.”
“We don’t want your money,” Min-seok said. His voice was quiet, but it cut through the room. He’d been silent for so long you’d almost forgotten he was there. “We wanted your gratitude. Your respect. Basic human decency. You couldn’t give us that. So now we’ll take something you can’t buy back.”
Eunbi’s blindfold was soaked through now. Dark stains spreading across the silk.
“What… what are you going to do to me?”
Zero stepped forward. He knelt beside the chair, bringing himself to her level, and his voice dropped to something almost gentle.
“We’re going to remind you that you’re not untouchable,” he said. “We’re going to remind you that every idol, no matter how famous, no matter how beautiful—is just a person. And people can be broken.”
He reached up.
And pulled the blindfold away.
Eunbi blinked, eyes streaming, vision adjusting to the light. She looked at you first—because you were closest—and then at Zero, and then at the others, one by one, cataloging faces she would never recognize but would never forget.
“This is your last chance to say something that matters,” Zero told her. “Last chance to prove you’re not the person in that recording.”
Eunbi swallowed.
Her lips moved. Words half-formed, then abandoned. She was trying. You could see her trying. But whatever she came up with—apology, plea, bargain—died in her throat before it reached her tongue.
Because there was nothing she could say.
She’d said it all already.
Zero rose. He looked at you, and his expression was unreadable.
“You’re first.”
Your stomach lurched. “What?”
“You’ve supported her the longest. You’ve given her the most. She broke you first.” He gestured at Eunbi. “So you get to break her first.”
The room held its breath.
Eunbi stared at you. Her eyes—those dark, expressive eyes that had graced magazine covers and music show stages—were puffy and red-rimmed and absolutely fixated on your face. She was searching for something in your expression. Mercy, maybe. Or confirmation that this was all a nightmare she’d wake up from.
“I know you,” she said suddenly. “I—I’ve seen you before. At a fansign. You gave me a letter. You said… you said my music helped you through a hard time.”
You went cold.
She remembered.
She actually remembered.
“That was you, wasn’t it?” Eunbi’s voice cracked on a note that might have been hope. “You wrote about your father. I read it. I read it. I cried in the van afterward because—because it reminded me of my grandmother, the way she—”
“Stop,” you said.
The word came out harsher than you intended. A blade instead of a shield.
Eunbi flinched.
And that flinch—that small, involuntary recoil—did something to you. It made you feel powerful. It made you feel monstrous. It made you feel like the person you’d been before the article, before the heartbreak, before the anger had eaten everything good inside you, was still there somewhere, watching from a very long way away.
Don’t do this, that person whispered.
But that person wasn’t in control anymore.
“You read my letter,” you said. “And you still said those things. You still looked at a camera and told the world we don’t matter.”
“I was wrong,” Eunbi said. “I was so wrong. I see that now. I—”
“You see it now.” The bitterness in your voice surprised even you. “Now that you’re tied to a chair. Now that there are cameras on you. Now that you’re scared. That’s not remorse. That’s survival.”
She opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
Because you were right.
Zero placed a hand on your shoulder. The weight of it was approving. Proprietary. “You understand now. Good. Take your time. The night’s still young.”
He stepped back, and the others formed a loose semicircle around the vanity. A jury of the betrayed. Dong-soo’s arms crossed over his chest. Young-chul’s camera still recording. Ho-jin’s laptop whirring quietly. Min-seok’s expression unreadable. Jae-hyun’s jaw set. Kyung’s silence somehow the loudest thing in the room.
And you, standing in front of Eunbi, your hand still resting on the collar of her robe.
“Take it off,” Zero said. “The robe. Slowly. Let her feel it.”
Your fingers obeyed before your brain caught up.
The silk slid from her shoulders. It pooled around her elbows, then fell to the floor, a white puddle on the cheap linoleum. She was left in the bodysuit—still damp, still clinging, still hiding nothing. The stage lights had been kind to her. The dressing room lights were not. You could see the goosebumps raised along her arms. The faint blue veins at her wrists. The way her stomach muscles tensed beneath the fabric as she tried to control her breathing.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Zero murmured. “They always are. That’s how they get away with it.”
Eunbi’s eyes stayed on yours. She wasn’t looking at the others anymore. Wasn’t pleading with Zero or struggling against Dong-soo’s grip. She was looking at you, and her gaze was saying something her voice couldn’t.
You can still stop this. You can still be the person who wrote that letter. You can still choose.
Your hand moved toward her face.
She didn’t flinch this time. She held steady, trembling, tears still falling, but steady. Your fingers brushed her cheek. The skin was soft. Warm. Streaked with mascara. You traced the tear track down to her jaw, then lower—along the column of her throat, where her pulse beat fast and frantic beneath your touch.
She swallowed. You felt it.
“What’s your name?” she whispered.
It was such a human question. Such an ordinary question. She wanted to know the name of the person who was about to destroy her. Some part of her still believed that if she could just humanize you, just connect with you, just remind you that you were both people in this room together—she could stop what was coming.
You didn’t answer.
Your fingers slid lower. Down to her collarbone. Down to the strap of her bodysuit, hooking beneath the damp elastic, pulling it aside.
The fabric shifted. Slipped. Revealed the upper curve of her breast, pale and smooth and rising with each shallow breath.
“No,” Eunbi breathed. Not a scream. Not a plea. Just a word. A sound. A tiny raft in a rising tide.
The strap moved further.
The curve became more. Became the swell beneath. Became the shadow of her nipple, still hidden, still just out of view, but only barely.
Your hand stopped.
Everyone waited.
Eunbi’s chest heaved. A single tear fell from her chin and landed on your knuckle. Hot. Real. Human.
“Phase four,” Zero said quietly. “Initiate on my mark.”
You looked down at Eunbi. She looked back up at you. And for a single, suspended second, the rest of the room fell away. There was only her. Only you. Only the space between what you were about to do and who you used to be.
“I’m sorry,” you said.
And you didn’t know which one of you you were apologizing to.
“Mark,” Zero said.
Your hand tightened on the strap of her bodysuit. The damp elastic resisted, then gave, sliding down her shoulder with a wet whisper. The fabric peeled away from her skin, revealing the full curve of her left breast—pale, smooth, the nipple already tight and pebbled from the cold dressing room air.
Eunbi’s eyes stayed closed.
“There she is,” Zero murmured. He was close now, standing just behind your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear. “The real Kwon Eunbi. Not the idol. Not the brand. Just flesh.”
Dong-soo’s hands shifted from her shoulders to her upper arms, his thick fingers dimpling her skin. Young-chul moved the camera closer, the red recording light blinking steady. The others—Min-seok, Jae-hyun, Ho-jin, Kyung—formed a loose semicircle, silent, watching.
“Please,” Eunbi whispered. The word came out cracked, barely audible. “You don’t—you can still stop.”
Nobody answered.
Your fingers found the other strap. You pulled. The bodysuit sagged, caught on her nipples for a heartbeat, then slipped lower, bunching at her waist. Her breasts were bare now, full and round, rising and falling with each shallow breath. A single bead of sweat traced a path between them, catching the harsh fluorescent light.
“Fucking beautiful,” Dong-soo breathed. His voice was different now. Lower. Hungrier. “Better than the fancams.”
Young-chul zoomed in.
Eunbi’s cheeks flushed red. Not arousal—shame. The color spread down her throat, across her collarbone, blooming on her chest. She turned her face away, chin trembling, and another tear slipped from beneath her lashes.
“Look at her,” Zero said. “She’s blushing. After everything she said about us, after dismissing millions of fans as nothing but walking wallets—she still has the capacity to feel embarrassed.” He circled the chair slowly, his footsteps deliberate on the linoleum. “That’s good. That means there’s still a person in there. Something we can reach.”
He stopped in front of her and crouched, bringing his face level with hers.
“Open your eyes, Eunbi-ssi.”
She shook her head, a tiny, desperate motion.
“Open them, or I’ll have Dong-soo hold them open for you.”
Her lashes fluttered. Her eyes—dark, glistening, red-rimmed—met his.
“Good girl,” Zero said. “Now. You’re going to answer some questions. And you’re going to answer them honestly. Do you understand?”
Eunbi’s throat worked. “Yes.”
“Do you care about your fans?”
“Yes. I do. I—”
“No,” Zero interrupted, his voice still calm, still measured. “That’s a lie. We’ve already established that. Try again.”
Eunbi’s mouth opened. Closed. The tears came faster now.
“I… I care about some of them. The ones who—”
“Another lie.” Zero rose to his feet. “You know what I think, Eunbi-ssi? I think you’ve spent so long playing the role of the grateful idol that you’ve forgotten how to be honest. You’ve smiled for so many cameras that your real face has atrophied.” He gestured at the men around him. “So we’re going to help you remember. We’re going to strip away all the pretense, all the performance, until there’s nothing left but the truth.”
He looked at you.
“You first. She knows you. She remembers your letter. That gives you a connection.” His scarred eyebrow lifted. “Use it.”
Your pulse pounded in your temples. The room felt too hot, too close. Eunbi’s eyes found yours again, and the look in them—fear, yes, but also something else, something you couldn’t name—made your stomach clench.
You stepped forward.
Your hand, trembling only slightly, reached out and cupped her left breast.
She flinched. A sharp inhalation hissed through her teeth. But she didn’t pull away. Couldn’t pull away, bound as she was to the chair.
Her skin was softer than you’d imagined. Warmer. You could feel her heartbeat through the flesh, a rapid flutter against your palm. Your thumb brushed her nipple, and it tightened further, crinkling into a hard point.
“Don’t,” she breathed. “Please.”
You rolled the nipple between your thumb and forefinger. Gently at first. Then harder.
A sound escaped her throat—half gasp, half whimper.
“You wrote me a letter,” she said, her voice strained, “telling me about your father. Telling me how my music helped you. That person—that person wouldn’t do this.”
“That person doesn’t exist anymore,” you said. “You killed him.”
You pinched.
She cried out. Her back arched involuntarily, pushing her breast further into your hand. The camera captured everything—the way her nipple darkened as blood rushed to the surface, the way her mouth fell open, the way her hips shifted on the chair.
“Interesting,” Zero observed. “Her body’s responding.”
“I’m not—I’m not—” Eunbi’s words came out fractured, desperate. “That’s just physiology. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Doesn’t it?” Zero tilted his head. “Ho-jin. What’s her heart rate?”
Ho-jin glanced at his laptop screen. He’d tapped into the backstage medical monitoring somehow—of course he had. “Elevated. Hundred and twelve. Pupils dilated.” He paused. “Elevated skin temperature in the pelvic region.”
“Pelvic region,” Zero repeated, amusement flickering across his angular features. “You hear that, Eunbi-ssi? Your body’s calling you a liar.”
“That’s not—you’re hurting me, I’m scared, that’s all it is—”
Zero nodded at Dong-soo.
The big man’s hands moved from her arms to her waist. He lifted her easily, as if she weighed nothing, and repositioned her on the vanity chair so that her legs hung over the edge, spread wide by the restraints around her ankles. The bodysuit, still bunched at her waist, rode up, exposing the pale skin of her inner thighs.
“No,” Eunbi gasped. “No, please, not there—”
Dong-soo’s thick fingers hooked into the fabric at her crotch and pulled. The bodysuit tore with a harsh ripping sound. The white fabric parted, revealing simple cotton panties beneath—plain, practical, the kind worn for comfort during long performances.
“Not very idol-like,” Young-chul murmured from behind the camera. “I expected lace.”
The observation was so mundane, so absurdly casual, that it took a moment for its meaning to register. They were dissecting her. Reducing her to individual parts for inspection and comment. And Eunbi, bound and exposed, could do nothing but listen.
“Take them off,” Zero said to you. “Slowly.”
Your fingers found the waistband of her panties. The cotton was damp—from sweat, from the water cannons, from something else you didn’t want to name. You pulled.
The fabric slid down her thighs, past her knees, over her ankles. You tossed it aside.
Eunbi’s cunt was bare. Completely waxed, smooth, the outer lips plump and pressed together like a seam. The position—legs spread, restrained at the ankles—kept her open, the inner lips just barely visible, pink and glistening.
“Fuck,” Jae-hyun breathed. It was the first word he’d spoken in an hour.
Young-chul moved the camera between her thighs. The lens was inches from her most intimate flesh, capturing every detail in high definition. Eunbi’s face burned crimson. She turned her head away, teeth clenched, jaw tight.
“No hiding,” Zero said. “Look at the camera, Eunbi-ssi. Look at what we’re seeing.”
“I can’t—”
“You can. And you will.”
Dong-soo’s hand found her chin and turned her face forward. Her eyes, wet and wild, stared directly into the lens.
“Good,” Zero said. “Now. Let’s see if you’re as dry as you claim to be. You’re not aroused, correct? This is all just ‘physiology’?”
He nodded at Min-seok.
The soft-spoken translator hesitated. His glasses had fogged slightly from the heat of the room. He removed them, cleaned them on his shirt, replaced them. His hands, when he knelt between Eunbi’s spread thighs, were steady.
“Please,” Eunbi said again. “Min-seok-ssi—I know you. You ran the translation account. You were always so kind. You helped so many international fans connect with me. Please.”
Min-seok paused. For a heartbeat, something flickered behind his lenses.
Then it was gone.
“That was before,” he said quietly. “Before I knew it was all a transaction to you.”
He reached out. His fingers—slender, careful, the fingers of someone who spent his life typing—parted her outer lips.
The sound Eunbi made was not a scream. It was something softer, something that lived in the space between a gasp and a moan. Her inner flesh was slick, pink, glistening with moisture that coated the folds and gathered at the entrance of her cunt.
“Well, well,” Zero said. “Look at that.”
“It’s from the water performance,” Eunbi choked out. “The cannons—I was soaked—”
“The water cannons hit your shoulders and chest. Not between your legs.” Zero’s voice was almost gentle. “You’re aroused, Eunbi-ssi. You’re wet. Your body is preparing itself. Whether you want to admit it or not, some part of you wants this.”
“No,” she sobbed. “No, that’s not true. That’s not—”
Min-seok’s finger slipped inside her.
Her words dissolved into a shuddering exhale. Her bound hands clenched into fists, knuckles white. Her inner walls gripped Min-seok’s digit, tight and hot and unambiguously slick. He pushed deeper, then pulled back, then pushed again, a slow, exploratory rhythm that left no doubt about her state.
“Tight,” Min-seok reported. His voice had changed—flat, clinical, as if he were describing a specimen. “Walls are contracting. Significant lubrication. She’s ready.”
“I’m not ready,” Eunbi cried. “I’m not—I don’t want—please, you have to stop—”
But Min-seok’s finger kept moving. In, out. In, out. Each thrust produced a faint wet sound that seemed deafening in the silent room.
Then he added a second finger.
Eunbi’s hips jerked. Her head fell back, throat exposed, and a sound tore from her lips that was unmistakably a moan. She caught herself immediately, teeth clamping down, but it was too late. Everyone had heard.
“There it is,” Zero said. “The truth. Finally.”
“I hate you,” Eunbi whispered. The words came through gritted teeth. “I hate all of you.”
“Good. Hate is honest. Hate is real.” Zero gestured at the others. “This is what we wanted, Eunbi-ssi. Not your gratitude. Not your love. Those were always lies. But this—this is real.”
He crouched beside her again, close enough that his lips nearly brushed her ear.
“Now we’re going to see just how real it gets.”
Min-seok withdrew his fingers. They came out coated, strands of her arousal connecting them to her flesh before breaking. He looked at them, expression unreadable, then wiped them on his pants.
Dong-soo released her chin. Her head lolled forward, chin touching her chest, dark hair falling around her face in damp ropes. She was crying openly now, tears dripping onto her bare thighs.
“Phase four,” Zero announced. “Full engagement. You first—” he pointed at you “—since you have the connection. Then Dong-soo, Jae-hyun, Min-seok, Young-chul, Ho-jin, Kyung. Take whatever you want. Use whatever hole you prefer. The only rule is there are no rules.”
Eunbi’s head snapped up. “All of you? You’re going to—all at once?”
“That’s the idea,” Zero said mildly.
“You’ll kill me. You’ll split me apart.”
“Probably not. But you’ll wish we had.” He smiled that empty smile. “And then you’ll learn to love it.”
Your hands moved to your belt.
The leather slid through the buckle with a sound that seemed impossibly loud. Eunbi watched, her tear-streaked face pale, as you unbuttoned your pants and let them fall. Your boxers followed. Your cock sprang free, already hard, already aching, the head flushed dark and slick with pre-cum.
She stared.
You weren’t the biggest man in the room—Dong-soo had you beat there by a margin that was almost absurd—but you weren’t small either. Your shaft curved slightly upward, thick enough that your own fingers couldn’t fully encircle it, veins prominent along the underside.
“No,” Eunbi breathed. “No, no, no—it’s too big, it won’t fit, you can’t—”
“You’ll make it fit,” Zero said. “Get on the chair. Straddle her. Make her taste it first.”
You stepped out of your pants and moved toward her. Each footfall was a countdown. Eunbi’s eyes tracked your approach, wide and glassy, her lips parted on shallow, rapid breaths.
You climbed onto the vanity chair. Your knees bracketed her thighs. Your cock, jutting forward, hovered inches from her face.
She could smell you. You could tell from the way her nostrils flared, the way her throat worked. Musky. Saline. Animal.
“Open your mouth,” you said.
She shook her head.
“Dong-soo,” Zero said.
The big man stepped forward and pinched Eunbi’s nose between his thumb and forefinger, cutting off her air. She held out for ten seconds. Fifteen. Then her mouth opened on a desperate gasp, and you pushed your cock between her lips before she could close them again.
The sensation hit you like a fist.
Wet. Hot. Silken. Her tongue, soft and involuntary, pressed against the underside of your shaft. Her lips stretched around your girth, the corners of her mouth going white with the strain. Her jaw worked uselessly, trying to accommodate something far too large.
“Glrrk—” The sound came from deep in her throat, half-choke, half-moan.
“Take it deeper,” you heard yourself say. The words felt foreign, like someone else speaking through your mouth. “You’ve taken everything else from us. Now take this.”
You pushed.
Another inch disappeared into her mouth. Her eyes bulged. Her throat convulsed around your cockhead, the muscles spasming in rhythmic waves. The sensation was obscene—tight and wet and clenching, her gag reflex fighting you with every millimeter.
“Fuck,” Dong-soo grunted. He’d released her nose and was now stroking himself through his pants, eyes fixed on her distended throat.
Saliva began to pool at the corners of her mouth. It spilled over, tracing thick rivulets down her chin, dripping onto her bare breasts. Your cock pistoned in and out, each thrust going slightly deeper, each withdrawal coated in more of her spit.
Eunbi’s hands, still bound to the armrests, clenched and unclenched. Her throat worked frantically. The sounds she made—wet, choking, desperate—filled the dressing room like a perverse soundtrack.
You pulled out. A bridge of saliva connected your cockhead to her bottom lip, stretching, then breaking.
She gasped for air, chest heaving, breasts bouncing with each ragged inhalation. Her face was a mess—tears, saliva, smeared mascara. But beneath all of it, beneath the fear and the shame and the desperation, you saw something flicker in her eyes.
Hunger.
It was gone as quickly as it appeared, buried under layers of denial. But it had been there. You were certain of it.
“Again,” Zero commanded. “And this time, don’t stop until you’re touching her tonsils.”
You grabbed a fistful of her damp hair and pulled her head back. Her throat arched, vulnerable, exposed. You lined your cock up with her lips—swollen now, reddened, already looking thoroughly used—and pushed.
This time she opened for you without being forced.
It was a small surrender. Barely perceptible. But as your cock slid past her tongue, past her soft palate, into the tight clench of her throat, you felt her jaw relax. Felt her tongue move—not just yielding, but pressing, tasting, exploring the underside of your shaft.
You groaned.
Zero noticed too. “She’s learning. Good girl, Eunbi-ssi. Good fucking girl.”
Your hips found a rhythm. Not gentle—there was no gentleness left in you—but steady, relentless, each thrust driving your cock deeper into her throat until your balls pressed against her chin. Her nose flattened against your pubic bone. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything but take it.
And take it she did.
Her throat milked you with every withdrawal, the suction obscene, the sounds—gulk, glrk, hnnngh—echoing off the walls. Her eyes rolled back, showing white. Her bound hands stopped clenching and went limp.
“She’s close to passing out,” Ho-jin observed. “Oxygen saturation dropping.”
“Let her,” Zero said. “She’ll come back.”
You pulled out just as her eyelids fluttered.
Eunbi collapsed forward, gasping, drool pouring from her mouth onto her thighs. Her whole body shuddered. Her breasts heaved. She made a sound—half-sob, half-moan—that seemed to come from somewhere primal and broken.
“Please,” she rasped. “Please, I can’t—I can’t take any more—”
“That’s not true,” you said. And the words tasted like ash and honey on your tongue. “You just took all of me. Every inch. Down your throat. And you’re still here. Still breathing. Still—” you gripped her chin, tilting her face up to meet your gaze “—wet.”
Her eyes widened.
She knew it was true. You could see the knowledge crash over her like a wave—the realization that somewhere between the choking and the tears and the degradation, her thighs had become slick with more than just saliva. Her cunt was dripping now, the inner lips swollen and parted, the entrance visibly pulsing with a need she refused to name.
“No,” she whispered. But the word had lost its conviction. It was a reflex now, not a refusal.
“Enough oral,” Zero said. “Dong-soo. You’re next. Fuck her cunt while she’s still wet from the throat-fucking.”
Dong-soo didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped forward, already unbuckling his pants. When his cock emerged, Eunbi’s face went slack with horror.
It was massive.
Thick as a wrist, long enough to reach her cervix and then some. He couldn’t even fully hold it in one hand—when he gripped the base, both fists wrapped around the shaft with room to spare, the purple head still protruding, leaking a thick bead of pre-cum that dripped onto the floor.
“That’s—that’s not going to fit,” Eunbi stammered. “You’ll tear me apart. You’ll—I’m not—it’s impossible—”
“It’ll fit,” Dong-soo said. His voice was calm. Matter-of-fact. “They always fit eventually.”
He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her off the chair, turning her around so that her bound hands were braced against the vanity, her ass presented to him. Her bound ankles forced her legs together, which only made the visual more obscene—her thighs pressed tight, her cunt lips peeking between them, already swollen and glistening from Min-seok’s fingers and her own betraying arousal.
Dong-soo positioned himself behind her. The head of his monster cock nudged against her entrance, a grotesque size comparison that made her look like a doll being mounted by something designed for a different species entirely.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, it’s too big. Please don’t. I’m not—I can’t—”
He pushed.
The head popped inside her.
Eunbi screamed.
It was a raw, ragged sound that tore from her throat and bounced off the walls. Her back arched. Her bound hands scrabbled at the vanity surface. Her inner walls, already tight around your cock, now stretched to accommodate something far beyond their design specs.
“Fuck,” Dong-soo grunted. “She’s strangling me. Strangling my fucking cock.”
He pushed deeper. Another inch. Another scream.
“You’re splitting me—you’re splitting me open—I can feel you in my stomach, please, please, it’s too much—”
Dong-soo’s response was to grab her hips and slam forward.
His entire length disappeared into her cunt.
Eunbi’s scream died in her throat. Her mouth opened, closed, opened again, but no sound came out. Her eyes were wide, fixed on something in the middle distance, seeing nothing. A single tear slid down her cheek.
Then Dong-soo started moving.
The fucking was brutal. There was no other word for it. His hips pistoned with the force of a machine, each thrust driving his cock into her depths with a wet, meaty slap. The vanity shook. Her breasts, pressed against the cold surface, jiggled with each impact. Her bound hands scrambled for purchase, knocking over makeup containers, sending brushes clattering to the floor.
“Take it,” Dong-soo growled. “Take my fucking cock, you ungrateful bitch. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Financial freedom? Here’s your payment.”
He reached around and grabbed her breasts, twisting her nipples between his thick fingers. She bucked against him, a convulsive movement that was half-escape, half-embrace. Her cunt, despite the overstretching, despite the impossible fullness, was gushing now—fluid running down her thighs, coating Dong-soo’s balls, splattering the floor with each thrust.
“She’s creaming,” Young-chul reported from behind the camera, his voice tinged with something that might have been awe. “She’s actually creaming on his cock.”
“Because she’s a whore,” Zero said casually. “She always was. She just needed someone to strip away the pretense.”
Eunbi heard them. Her face, pressed against the vanity, went crimson. But she didn’t deny it. Couldn’t deny it. Not while her hips were pushing back to meet Dong-soo’s thrusts, not while her cunt was making sounds like wet applause, not while her mouth hung open on a moan that was no longer entirely pained.
“Harder,” she whispered.
Everyone heard it.
Dong-soo paused mid-thrust. “What was that?”
Eunbi squeezed her eyes shut. Her thighs trembled. Her cunt, stretched obscenely around his girth, clenched and fluttered.
“I said—harder. Fuck me harder.”
The room exploded with laughter. Not kind laughter—dark, knowing, cruel. Dong-soo grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her spine into an impossible arch.
“Beg for it properly,” he said, his lips against her ear. “Tell me you need it. Tell me you’re a worthless cocksleeve who exists to be fucked.”
“I—I—” Her voice cracked. The words were there, dancing on her tongue, but saying them aloud would change something fundamental. Would make this real in a way it hadn’t been before.
Dong-soo pulled out until only the head remained inside her. Then he waited.
The emptiness was worse than the fullness. Eunbi’s cunt gaped, the stretched opening pulsing, desperate to be filled again. A whimper escaped her throat.
“Say it,” Dong-soo growled.
“I’m a worthless cocksleeve,” Eunbi sobbed. “I exist to be fucked. Please. Please fuck me. Please fill my cunt. I need it. I need it so bad.”
Dong-soo slammed back in.
The sound she made was not human. It was a wail of pure sensation, pain and pleasure fused into something beyond distinction. Her eyes rolled back. Her tongue lolled from her mouth. Her bound hands went slack, all resistance gone, her body surrendering completely to the rhythm of his thrusts.
“That’s it,” Zero murmured. “That’s what we came for.”
They used her for hours.
That was what it felt like, anyway. Time had become meaningless—measured only in the number of cocks she’d taken, the number of orgasms that had been ripped from her unwilling body. The dressing room clock on the wall still ticked, but no one was watching it anymore.
Dong-soo finished first, pulling out at the last second and painting her back with thick ropes of cum that splattered from her shoulders to the swell of her ass. Then Jae-hyun took his place, thinner but longer, his cockhead able to nudge against her cervix with every thrust. When she came on that—the first orgasm, a scream that left her throat raw—Zero made her thank him. Made her kiss his feet. Made her lick his balls while he jerked off into her hair.
Min-seok was next. He was gentler, almost tender, which somehow made it worse. He fucked her face while Jae-hyun recovered, her lips stretched around his cock, her throat bulging with each thrust. When he came, he did it deep—pumping his load directly into her stomach, holding her head in place until she’d swallowed every drop.
“Good girl,” he whispered, stroking her sweat-soaked hair. “You take it so well.”
Eunbi’s response was a whimper that sounded almost grateful.
Young-chul bent her over the vanity and took her from behind while Ho-jin filmed close-ups of her face—the tears, the drool, the way her eyes crossed when his cock hit something deep enough to make her vision blur. She came again on his cock, a messy, squirting orgasm that soaked the vanity and made her legs give out. Young-chul had to hold her up by the hips just to keep fucking her.
“You’re a fountain,” he laughed, breathless. “A fucking fountain. Does it feel good? Does my cock feel good in your ruined little cunt?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, yes, yes—”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, your cock feels good. Yes, my cunt is ruined. Yes, I’m a fountain. Yes, I love it. Yes, I love being fucked like this. Yes, I’m a whore. Yes, I’m your whore. Is that what you want to hear? Is that enough?”
She was babbling now, the words spilling out in a torrent, her mind struggling to keep pace with the sensations flooding her body. Each new cock brought a fresh wave of degradation. Each orgasm stripped away another layer of the idol she’d been.
By the time Kyung stepped forward—silent as ever, his expression unreadable—Eunbi was barely recognizable. Her hair was matted with sweat and cum. Her mascara had carved black trenches down her cheeks. Her lips were swollen, her throat bruised, her nipples dark and tender from a dozen mouths and fingers. Her cunt gaped, the lips puffy and parted, the entrance no longer a tight hole but a well-used passage that invited entry rather than resisted it.
Kyung, uniquely, didn’t fuck her cunt.
He turned her around, bent her over the chair, and spread her ass cheeks with both hands. The puckered ring of her asshole was pristine—the only part of her that hadn’t been violated yet.
“No,” Eunbi said. Some of the fire returned to her voice. “Not there. Not—please. Anything but that.”
“You said that about your throat,” Zero observed. “And your cunt. And look at you now.” He gestured at her glistening thighs, her swollen lips, the cum dripping from her chin. “You’ll love this too. Eventually.”
Kyung pressed his thumb against her asshole. The muscle clenched reflexively, trying to keep him out. He pushed harder. The tip of his thumb breached her, and Eunbi let out a strangled cry.
“No lube,” Ho-jin noted. “That’s going to be rough.”
“She’s wet enough,” Kyung said. It was the first time he’d spoken since you’d arrived. His voice was soft, almost gentle, which made the words more terrifying.
He withdrew his thumb and replaced it with his cock. Not as thick as Dong-soo’s, but substantial enough. The head, slick with her own juices, pressed against her forbidden entrance.
Eunbi’s hands, still bound, clawed at the chair. Her teeth clenched. Her whole body went rigid.
“Relax,” Kyung murmured. “It’ll hurt more if you fight.”
“I don’t—I can’t—”
He pushed.
The head popped past her sphincter.
Eunbi’s shriek was muffled by the chair cushion, but it still filled the room. Her asshole stretched around Kyung’s shaft, the rim whitening, the skin pulling taut. He gave her no time to adjust—just kept pushing, inch by agonizing inch, until his hips were flush against her ass.
“Full,” she choked out. “So full. I can feel you in my—I can feel you everywhere.”
Kyung started moving. Slow at first, then faster. The dry friction must have been painful, but Eunbi’s cries quickly shifted pitch—from agony to something more complicated. Her hips started pushing back. Her asshole, impossibly, started to relax.
“She’s taking it,” Jae-hyun said, disbelief coloring his voice. “She’s actually taking it up the ass.”
“They always take it,” Zero replied. “It just takes the right motivation.”
Kyung fucked her ass with the same silent intensity he brought to everything. His thrusts were deep, measured, relentless. Each one pushed a grunt from Eunbi’s lips. Each withdrawal left her asshole gaping slightly before the next thrust sealed it shut again.
You watched, stroking yourself idly, as another orgasm built inside her. You could see it in the way her back arched, the way her breath stuttered, the way her bound hands clenched into fists. When it hit, she didn’t scream. She sobbed—great, heaving sobs that shook her entire frame while her asshole spasmed around Kyung’s cock and her cunt gushed onto the floor.
He came inside her ass. You could tell from the way his thrusts stuttered, the way his jaw clenched, the way he pressed himself as deep as possible and held there, grinding, while Eunbi whimpered beneath him. When he finally pulled out, a thin stream of cum followed, dripping from her stretched hole onto the chair.
Her asshole didn’t close. It stayed open—a dark, gaping void that pulsed with her heartbeat, revealing the pink interior beyond.
“Beautiful,” Zero said. “Absolutely beautiful.”
You were inside her again.
You didn’t remember moving. Didn’t remember positioning her on her back on the floor, her bound wrists above her head, her legs hooked over your shoulders. But here you were, your cock buried to the hilt in her cunt, staring down into her tear-streaked, fuck-drunk face.
“You,” she breathed. “It’s you again.”
“It’s me.”
“The one who wrote the letter.”
“Yes.”
Her inner walls fluttered around your shaft. Even after everything—the stretching, the pounding, the brutal abuse—her cunt was still tight. Still hot. Still wet.
“You were my favorite fan,” she said. “I kept your letter. I still have it. In my nightstand. I read it when I can’t sleep.”
The words hit you like a punch to the chest.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I want you to know.” Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. “I want you to know that it mattered. I want you to know that it still matters. Even now. Even like this.”
You stared at her. The woman who’d broken your heart. The woman you’d helped destroy.
“Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
You did.
Your hips drove forward, burying your cock as deep as it would go. The head nudged against her cervix, that tight ring of muscle that guarded her deepest chamber. You felt it give slightly, yielding to your pressure.
Eunbi’s eyes went wide. “You’re—you’re in my—”
“I know.”
You pushed harder. The cervix stretched, resisted, then—with a sensation like popping through a tight band—surrendered. Your cockhead slipped into her womb.
The sound Eunbi made had no name. It was beyond a scream, beyond a moan, beyond any vocalization you’d ever heard from a human throat. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, thick with saliva. Her body convulsed, muscles locking and releasing in rapid waves, as an orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tidal wave.
“In my womb,” she babbled. “You’re in my womb. You’re fucking my womb. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god—”
You pulled back and thrust again. Cervical penetration. The ultimate violation. Her womb clenched around your cockhead like a second cunt, impossibly tight, impossibly hot. Each thrust pushed a fresh scream from her lips. Each withdrawal made her sob with emptiness.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please don’t stop. Please fuck my womb. Please breed me. Please. I need it. I need your cum in my womb. Please.”
The others gathered around, watching. Dong-soo stroked himself back to hardness. Young-chul filmed everything. Zero smiled his empty smile.
“That’s it, Eunbi-ssi,” he murmured. “That’s what we wanted. That’s the real you.”
You felt your orgasm building—a pressure at the base of your spine, a tightening in your balls. Your thrusts became erratic, desperate, driven by pure biological imperative.
“Inside,” Eunbi sobbed. “Come inside me. Come in my womb. Please. Please. I’m begging you. I’m fucking begging you.”
You buried yourself to the hilt, your cockhead nestled in her womb, and let go.
The orgasm was a detonation. Thick ropes of cum flooded her deepest chamber, pulse after pulse after pulse. You felt her womb expand with the volume of it, felt her inner walls milk your shaft for every last drop. She came with you—a final, shattering orgasm that left her limp and trembling, her face a mess of tears and drool and ecstatic surrender.
When you finally pulled out, your cum flowed from her gaped cunt in a white river, pooling on the floor beneath her ass. Her cervix was visible deep inside—bruised, swollen, but still pulsing with satisfaction.
She lay there, bound and broken and utterly spent.
And smiling.
“More,” she whispered, her cracked lips curving into something that was almost a grin. “I want more.”
Eunbi's grin didn't fade. It stretched wider, cracking the dried cum on her cheeks, exposing teeth that still held traces of your load from earlier. She pushed herself up on her bound hands, arms trembling, and fixed her eyes on Dong-soo's half-hard cock with an expression that could only be described as reverent.
"Let me," she rasped. "Let me taste him again."
Zero tilted his head. "You're asking now? Not begging?"
"I'm asking." Her voice steadied. "Because I want it. Not because you're making me."
The room went quiet. Young-chul lowered the camera an inch. Ho-jin's fingers paused on his keyboard. Even Kyung, still wiping his cock on a rag, stopped mid-motion.
Zero walked over to where she knelt and crouched, bringing his face level with hers. "Say that again."
"I want his cock in my mouth." Eunbi held his gaze. "I want to suck him until he's hard enough to fuck me again. I want to taste every inch. I want him to fuck my throat until I can't breathe." She licked her cracked lips. "I want all of you. Every hole. Every load. I don't care anymore. I just want more."
Zero's scarred eyebrow lifted. Then he laughed—a genuine sound, surprised and delighted. "There she is. The real Kwon Eunbi. Not hiding behind tears and pleas anymore." He stood and gestured at Dong-soo. "She's all yours. Give the whore what she's asking for."
Dong-soo stepped forward, his massive frame blocking the fluorescent light. His cock, even half-soft, was thicker than most men fully erect—a heavy slab of meat that swung between his thighs, the head still glistening from her earlier juices. He grabbed a fistful of her matted hair and pulled her face toward it.
"Open up," he grunted.
Eunbi didn't just open her mouth. She lunged.
Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock with a hunger that made your own dick twitch. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue working the slit with quick, desperate flicks. Her bound hands came up to cradle his shaft—both hands, because one wasn't enough to hold him—and she stroked what wouldn't fit in her mouth with slow, worshipful movements.
"Fuck," Dong-soo breathed. "She's different now."
She was. The Eunbi from an hour ago had choked and gagged and fought every inch. This Eunbi was devouring him like she'd been starved for cock her entire life. Her jaw stretched wide to accommodate his girth, the corners of her lips going white, but she didn't stop. She pushed forward, taking him deeper, her throat bulging as the head pressed past her soft palate.
Saliva poured from her mouth, slicking her hands, dripping onto her bare breasts. She pulled back with a wet pop and kissed the tip—soft, reverent pecks that seemed almost absurd given the context. Then she dragged her tongue along the underside, tracing every vein, every ridge, before dipping lower to suck his balls into her mouth one at a time.
"Look at her," Young-chul murmured, the camera fixed on Eunbi's face. "She's in love with it."
"She's in love with being a whore," Zero corrected. "There's a difference."
Eunbi heard them. Her eyes flicked toward Zero, and instead of shame, instead of denial, she pulled off Dong-soo's balls with a wet slurp and smiled.
"Maybe I am," she said. "Maybe I always was. Maybe you were right." She turned back to Dong-soo's cock, now fully erect, a monstrous pillar of flesh that seemed too large to fit in any human orifice. "Now shut up and let me worship this fucking cock."
She took him back into her mouth.
This time she didn't stop. She pushed forward until her nose pressed against his pubic bone, until her throat was stretched around his shaft, until her chin touched his balls. She held there, not breathing, her eyes watering, her throat convulsing around him in rhythmic waves.
Dong-soo groaned. His thick fingers tangled in her hair, holding her in place. "That's it. Stay there. Fucking stay there."
Ten seconds. Fifteen. Twenty.
Eunbi's face went red, then purple. Her bound hands flailed, slapping against his thighs, but she didn't tap out. Didn't pull back. When he finally released her, she gasped back to life with a ragged inhale, drool pouring from her mouth in thick ropes.
"More," she croaked. "Fuck my throat. Please. Use me."
Dong-soo didn't need more encouragement. He grabbed her head with both hands and started fucking her face with brutal, piston-like thrusts. Each impact pushed a wet choke from her throat. Each withdrawal left her gasping for air. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, coating her chin in spit.
You watched, your hand moving to your cock without conscious thought. It was hardening again, rising from your thigh despite the hours of abuse you'd already put it through. Something about seeing Eunbi like this—broken, eager, transformed—ignited a fresh pulse of arousal.
"Kyung," Zero said. "Get behind her. Fill that ass while she sucks."
Kyung stepped forward without a word. His cock was already hard again, slick with the remnants of his earlier load. He knelt behind Eunbi, positioning himself between her spread thighs, and lined up with her still-gaping asshole.
"Push back," he murmured. "Take me in."
Eunbi pulled off Dong-soo's cock just long enough to gasp, "Yes. Fuck yes. Fill my ass. Both holes. I need both holes filled." Then she swallowed Dong-soo again, taking him to the root in one desperate motion.
Kyung pushed forward. Her asshole offered no resistance—it was still stretched from his earlier fucking, the rim loose and welcoming. His cock slid in to the hilt with a wet squelch, and Eunbi moaned around Dong-soo's shaft, the vibration making him curse.
"Fuck, she's humming on my dick," Dong-soo grunted.
Kyung started moving. His thrusts were slow at first, deep and grinding, his hips pressing flush against her ass with each stroke. Then faster. Then harder. The sound of his pelvis slapping against her cheeks joined the wet choking sounds from her throat, creating a filthy percussion that echoed off the dressing room walls.
Eunbi was caught between them—Dong-soo's massive cock stretching her throat, Kyung's length reaming her ass—and she was loving every second. Her bound hands gripped Dong-soo's thighs for balance. Her hips pushed back to meet Kyung's thrusts. Her cunt, neglected for the moment, dripped onto the floor in a steady stream.
"Ho-jin," Zero said. "The toys. Get them."
Ho-jin looked up from his laptop. "Which ones?"
"The tentacle set. All five."
Your pulse quickened. You'd seen the bag earlier—a black duffel that Ho-jin had brought, filled with silicone implements that ranged from intimidating to impossible. The tentacle dildos were the worst of them: five ridged, tapered shafts in various sizes, each one modeled after some deep-sea nightmare, with suckers and nodules running along their curves.
Ho-jin retrieved the bag and unzipped it. The toys spilled onto the vanity counter with obscene thumps—purple silicone, blue silicone, black, green, a deep crimson that looked almost black in the fluorescent light. Each one was thicker at the base and tapered to a pointed tip, the suckers becoming more pronounced toward the thicker end.
"Perfect," Zero said. "Kyung, pull out."
Kyung withdrew his cock with a wet pop. Eunbi's asshole gaped behind him, a dark void that pulsed with her heartbeat, the pink interior visible, cum already leaking from the stretched rim.
"No," Eunbi whined. "No, don't stop. Why did you stop?"
"Because we're going to fill you properly," Zero said. "Dong-soo, keep her mouth occupied."
Dong-soo shoved his cock back between her lips, cutting off her protests. She sucked automatically, her eyes still wide and questioning.
Kyung picked up the first tentacle—the purple one, the smallest, though "small" was relative. It was still thicker than two fingers, its length covered in dime-sized suckers that would drag against her inner walls. He pressed the tapered tip against her asshole.
Eunbi tensed. A muffled sound escaped around Dong-soo's shaft.
"Relax," Kyung said softly. "You wanted all your holes filled. We're filling them."
He pushed.
The silicone slid into her ass with obscene ease. Her sphincter stretched around the first sucker, then the second, then the third, each ridge disappearing inside her with a wet slurp. When the base lodged against her cheeks, the tapered tip was visibly pressing against her lower belly—a faint bulge beneath her skin.
"One," Zero counted.
Eunbi moaned around Dong-soo's cock. Her thighs trembled. Her cunt gushed a fresh pulse of fluid onto the floor.
Kyung selected the second tentacle—blue, slightly thicker, with more pronounced suckers. He pressed it against her asshole alongside the first.
"Wait," Jae-hyun said, his voice uncertain. "Can she even—"
"She'll take it," Zero interrupted. "Won't you, Eunbi-ssi?"
She pulled off Dong-soo's cock just long enough to gasp, "Yes. Give it to me. Stretch me open. I want to feel them all."
Then she swallowed him again, deeper than before, her nose pressed flat against his pelvis.
Kyung pushed the second tentacle in.
The resistance was greater this time. Her asshole stretched wider, the rim going white, the skin pulling taut between the two silicone shafts. Eunbi's muffled scream vibrated through Dong-soo's cock, making him curse and grab her hair tighter. Her bound hands scrabbled at his thighs, nails leaving red lines.
But she didn't pull away.
The blue tentacle slid deeper, its suckers catching on her inner walls with wet clicking sounds. When it was fully seated, both toys lodged in her ass, her sphincter was stretched into an oval that seemed impossibly wide.
"Two," Zero said. "How's she doing, Ho-jin?"
"Heart rate elevated. Blood pressure spiking. But—" Ho-jin paused, squinting at his screen. "Endorphin levels are through the roof. She's not in distress. She's in ecstasy."
"I told you," Eunbi gasped, pulling off Dong-soo's cock. Her voice was wrecked, barely a whisper. "I told you I wanted more. Give me the rest. Give me all of them."
Her eyes were wild now—pupils blown wide, irises barely visible. Sweat plastered her hair to her forehead. Cum and saliva coated her chin and neck in a glistening sheen. She looked nothing like the idol who'd walked off that stage. She looked like something feral. Something hungry.
Something that would never be satisfied.
Kyung picked up the third tentacle—green, thicker still, its suckers arranged in spiraling patterns along the shaft. He pressed the tip against her stretched rim alongside the other two.
"No easing it in," Zero instructed. "Shove it."
Kyung shoved.
Eunbi screamed. Not a muffled scream this time—a full-throated wail that bounced off the walls and probably carried down the service corridor. Her asshole stretched beyond what seemed physically possible, the three silicone shafts forcing her sphincter into a triangle of strained flesh. The suckers on all three toys caught and dragged against each other, creating a sensation that must have been overwhelming—too much friction, too much stretch, too much everything.
"Three," Zero said. "You're doing so well, Eunbi-ssi. Halfway there."
"Halfway?" Jae-hyun's voice cracked. "You're putting all five in?"
"She said all her holes. She meant all her holes." Zero crouched beside Eunbi's trembling form. "Isn't that right?"
Eunbi couldn't answer. Her mouth hung open, drool dripping onto Dong-soo's cock, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes were unfocused, staring at something in the middle distance. But when Zero asked the question, she nodded—a jerky, desperate motion.
"Yes," she whispered. "Yes. More. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
Your cock was fully hard now, aching in your grip as you stroked yourself. The scene was hypnotic—Eunbi impaled on three tentacle dildos, her asshole stretched into a gaping void, her body trembling with something that looked equal parts agony and bliss. Dong-soo's massive cock still hovered at her lips, and she turned back to it automatically, sucking the head into her mouth with a hunger that hadn't diminished.
"Keep her mouth busy," Zero told Dong-soo. "She takes the toys better when she's choking on cock."
Dong-soo thrust back into her throat, and Kyung selected the fourth tentacle—black, the second-largest, its suckers large enough to leave visible impressions on her inner walls. He didn't wait. He pressed it against the stretched rim, angled it alongside the other three, and pushed with steady, unrelenting pressure.
Eunbi's body convulsed. Her hands, still bound, flew to her own tits, squeezing and twisting her nipples with brutal force. Her hips bucked, impaling herself further on the toys. The muffled sounds coming from around Dong-soo's cock were beyond words—animal noises, guttural and raw.
The fourth tentacle slid home with a wet squelch. Her asshole was now stretched around four silicone shafts of varying colors, the rim a thin band of whitened flesh, the suckers of each toy visible just inside the entrance. Her lower belly was visibly distended, the outlines of the toys pressing against her skin from the inside.
"Fuck," Young-chul breathed. His camera was inches from her ass, capturing every detail. "She's taking four. Four fucking tentacles in her ass."
"Four," Zero counted. "One more, Kyung. The crimson one. The big one."
The fifth tentacle was a monster. Thick as a forearm at the base, its surface covered in suckers and nodules and ridges, the tip tapered to a blunt point. Kyung lifted it with both hands, showing it to Eunbi before pressing it against her ruined hole.
"This one's going to hurt," he said, his soft voice carrying an edge of something darker. "Do you still want it?"
Eunbi pulled off Dong-soo's cock. A bridge of saliva connected her bottom lip to his shaft, stretching, breaking.
"I want it," she said. Her voice was raw. Wrecked. But absolutely certain. "I want to feel it in my stomach. I want to feel full. I want to feel like I'm being split apart. Put it in. Put all of it in. I don't care if it hurts. I don't care if I can't walk tomorrow. I just want to be full."
Zero smiled. "You heard her."
Kyung pressed the crimson tentacle against her asshole. The tip was thicker than the space remaining between the other four toys. He had to angle it carefully, working it into the tiny gap, the silicone sliding against the other shafts with wet squeaking sounds.
Eunbi's head fell back. Her mouth opened on a silent scream. Her fingers dug into her own breasts, nails leaving crescent marks in the soft flesh.
"Breathe," Kyung murmured. "Breathe through it."
She sucked in a ragged breath. Then another. Then—
He pushed.
The fifth tentacle breached her. Her asshole stretched wider than it had any right to, the rim now a thin white line barely visible between the five multicolored shafts. The suckers on all five toys caught and dragged against her inner walls, against each other, creating a symphony of obscene wet sounds. Her stomach bulged further, the outlines of the tentacles visible beneath her skin like something out of a body horror film.
Eunbi came.
The orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning. Her entire body locked up, muscles seizing, back arching until you thought her spine might snap. A wail tore from her throat—not words, not even a scream, just pure primal sound. Her cunt, still untouched, gushed fluid in a powerful stream that splattered across the floor and hit Kyung's chest. She squirted again and again, her inner muscles convulsing around nothing, desperate for a cock that wasn't there.
"Fuck me," she sobbed. "Someone fuck my cunt. Please. I need a cock in my cunt. I need to be filled everywhere. Please please please—"
You moved before Zero could give the order. Your cock was already hard, already leaking, and her cunt was right there—swollen and dripping and desperate. You knelt between her spread thighs, lined up your shaft with her entrance, and thrust in to the hilt in one brutal motion.
Her inner walls clamped around you like a fist. Even after everything, after all the cocks and toys and brutal pounding, she was still tight. Still hot. Still wet. The pressure of the five tentacles in her ass pushed against your shaft through the thin wall of flesh separating her holes, creating a sensation unlike anything you'd ever felt—tight in a way that was almost painful, each thrust grinding the silicone against your cock from the other side.
"There," Eunbi gasped. "There. Fuck. Yes. Both holes. Both holes full. Don't stop. Don't ever stop."
Dong-soo grabbed her chin and turned her face back toward his cock. "You're not done with me either, whore. Open up."
She opened. He thrust back into her throat, and now she was truly filled—mouth stuffed with Dong-soo's monster cock, cunt impaled on your shaft, ass stretched around five tentacle dildos. Three points of penetration, each one brutal, each one pushing her further beyond anything she'd ever experienced.
You started fucking her in earnest. Your hips pistoned with short, sharp thrusts, the head of your cock nudging against her cervix with each stroke. The tentacles in her ass shifted with your movements, their suckers dragging against both your shaft and her inner walls, creating friction that bordered on overwhelming.
"Harder," Eunbi choked out around Dong-soo's cock. "Harder. Break me. Split me open. I don't care anymore. I just want to feel it. I want to feel everything."
The others gathered closer, watching. Young-chul's camera captured every angle—her stretched mouth, her bulging stomach, her cunt stretched around your cock, her ass impaled on five multicolored shafts. Ho-jin monitored her vitals, muttering numbers that no one listened to. Jae-hyun stroked himself openly, his eyes fixed on the spectacle. Min-seok watched with clinical detachment, though his hand had found its way into his pants.
Zero stood at the head of the scene, arms crossed, scarred eyebrow raised in satisfaction. "This is what happens when you strip away the pretense. This is what's underneath every idol, every celebrity, every person who thinks they're above the rest of us. Just flesh. Just hunger. Just need."
Eunbi heard him. Her eyes, wet and wild, flicked toward Zero. And she nodded.
She fucking nodded.
"More," Dong-soo grunted, his hips moving faster. "She's sucking harder. She's trying to swallow my fucking cock."
She was. Her throat worked frantically around his shaft, the muscles milking him with each thrust. Her tongue pressed against the underside, tracing veins and ridges. Her bound hands had moved from her own tits to his thighs, pulling him closer, encouraging him to go deeper.
Kyung, still behind her, grabbed the bases of the tentacle dildos and started fucking them in and out of her ass. Not just leaving them buried—actively thrusting them, all five at once, their suckers catching and dragging with each stroke. The sight was obscene beyond words: five silicone shafts of varying colors sliding in and out of her ruined asshole, her sphincter stretching and contracting around them, cum and lube and something darker leaking from the stretched rim.
"Look at her stomach," Young-chul said, zooming in. "You can see the toys moving. You can fucking see them."
You could. With each thrust of the tentacles, the outlines beneath her skin shifted and bulged, creating a grotesque puppet show of her own violation. The sight pushed something primal in your brain—disgust, arousal, fascination, all fused together until you couldn't tell where one ended and the next began.
You fucked her harder. Your cock slammed into her cervix with each stroke, the tight ring of muscle yielding slightly, then yielding more. You felt yourself starting to breach her womb again, the head of your cock slipping past that final barrier.
"In my womb," Eunbi gasped, pulling off Dong-soo's cock. "You're in my womb again. Fuck. Breed me again. Fill my womb with cum while my ass is full of toys. Please. Please. I need it. I need to be bred. I need to be overflowing."
"You hear that?" Zero said. "She's begging to be bred. The idol who didn't care about her fans is begging to be impregnated by one of them."
"I'm not an idol anymore," Eunbi sobbed. "I'm not anything anymore. I'm just holes. I'm just a body. Fill me. Use me. Breed me. I don't care. I just want to be full."
Dong-soo grabbed her chin and thrust back into her mouth, cutting off her babbling. Kyung increased his pace with the tentacles, the five shafts pistoning in and out of her ass with wet squelching sounds. And you—you buried yourself in her cunt, your cockhead nestled in her womb, and let your orgasm build.
It didn't take long.
The pressure at the base of your spine became a roar. Your balls drew up tight. Your thrusts became erratic, desperate, animal. Eunbi's inner walls clenched around you in rhythmic waves, her own orgasm building in tandem with yours.
"Inside," she tried to say around Dong-soo's cock. The word came out garbled but unmistakable. "Insiiiide—"
You came.
The first pulse of cum flooded her womb directly, painting her deepest chamber white. The second pulse was just as strong, then the third, then the fourth, each one pumping more seed into her already overflowing body. She came with you—her cunt clamping down, her asshole spasming around the tentacles, her throat constricting around Dong-soo's cock—a full-body orgasm that left her convulsing and sobbing and squirting onto the floor in a powerful gush that splattered your thighs and stomach.
Dong-soo pulled out of her mouth and grabbed his cock, stroking himself furiously. "Where do you want it, whore? Tell me where you want my cum."
"On my face," Eunbi gasped. "Paint my face. Mark me. Make me yours."
He roared and let go. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her lips. Pulse after pulse, more cum than seemed possible, coating her features in a white mask that dripped into her open mouth and down her chin. She caught what she could on her tongue, swallowing greedily, and what she couldn't catch, she wore like warpaint.
Kyung was next. He pulled the tentacles out of her ass one by one—the crimson first, then the black, then the green, then the blue, then the purple—each withdrawal producing a wet pop and a fresh gush of fluid from her ruined hole. When the last one came out, her asshole stayed open, a gaping void that revealed the pink interior beyond, her sphincter too exhausted to close.
"Fuck," Kyung breathed, and he shoved his cock into that void and pumped his own load deep into her bowels. His orgasm was silent—just a sharp exhale and a tightening of his jaw—but the way he ground against her, pressing as deep as possible, told you everything.
When he pulled out, cum leaked from her ass in a thick stream, pooling on the floor beneath her.
Eunbi collapsed forward. Her bound hands couldn't catch her, so she landed face-first on the linoleum, her cum-coated cheek pressing into the cold surface. Her body twitched and shuddered with aftershocks. Her holes—all three of them—leaked various fluids, creating a mixed puddle beneath her prone form.
She was utterly destroyed. Utterly used. Utterly satisfied.
And still, impossibly, she was smiling.
"More," she whispered, her cracked lips barely moving. "I can still feel emptiness. I need more."
Zero crouched beside her, tilting her chin up with one finger. "There is no more, Eunbi-ssi. We've used every hole. We've filled you with more cum and silicone than most women take in a lifetime. What else could you possibly want?"
Her eyes, glassy and unfocused, found yours. "Him. Again. I want him to fuck my ass. I want to feel his cock in my ass while I suck someone else. I want to be airtight. I want to be so full I can't think. I want to forget my name. I want to forget I was ever anything but this."
Your cock, still half-hard despite everything, twitched at her words.
Zero noticed. "She's insatiable. Completely broken. A mindless cock-hungry whore." He stood and gestured at you. "Well? She asked for you specifically. Are you going to disappoint her?"
You looked at Eunbi—cum-soaked, sweat-drenched, her holes gaping and leaking, her eyes pleading—and felt something shift inside you. The anger that had driven you here, the betrayal that had festered in your chest for weeks, was gone. In its place was something simpler. Something purer.
Hunger.
"Position her," you said. "Face down, ass up. Jae-hyun, get in front of her. She said airtight, so she's getting airtight."
Jae-hyun moved into position without hesitation, his thinner but longer cock already hard again. Dong-soo grabbed Eunbi by the hips and lifted her into a kneeling position, her bound hands braced against the floor, her ass presented to you like an offering. Her asshole was still gaping, still leaking Kyung's cum, the rim loose and welcoming.
"No condom," Eunbi breathed. "No lube. Just your cock. Just cum. Breed my ass like you bred my womb."
You knelt behind her, lining up your shaft with her ruined hole. Jae-hyun grabbed her hair and pulled her face toward his cock. She opened for him immediately, taking him deep without being told, her throat working to accommodate his length.
"Now," Zero said.
You thrust into her ass.
The sensation was different from her cunt—looser, sloppier, but somehow more obscene. The cum still inside her served as lubricant, allowing you to sink in to the hilt in one smooth motion. Your cock was surrounded by heat and wetness and the lingering stretch of the tentacles, her inner walls fluttering weakly around your shaft.
Eunbi moaned around Jae-hyun's cock. The sound was muffled but unmistakably pleased.
You started fucking her with long, slow strokes, each thrust pushing a fresh grunt from her throat. Jae-hyun matched your rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth in tandem with your thrusts. She was truly airtight now—mouth stuffed, ass filled, cunt still dripping and neglected between her thighs.
"She needs something in her cunt too," Dong-soo said. He picked up one of the tentacles—the purple one, still slick with her fluids—and shoved it into her empty pussy without ceremony.
Eunbi's scream was swallowed by Jae-hyun's cock.
The three points of penetration drove her higher, her body convulsing with what was either another orgasm or the aftershocks of the last one. Her bound hands clawed at the floor. Her toes curled. Her muffled moans became a continuous stream of sound that vibrated through Jae-hyun's shaft.
"Fuck, she's humming again," Jae-hyun gasped. "She's going to make me come."
"Then come," Zero said. "Fill her throat. She's not done swallowing loads."
Jae-hyun thrust deep and held there, his cock buried in her throat, and came. Eunbi swallowed around him, her throat milking his shaft for every drop, her eyes rolling back in something that looked almost like bliss. When he pulled out, she licked her lips, chasing the taste.
"More," she rasped. "Who's next? Who else wants to fuck my throat? My ass? My cunt? I can take all of you. All at once. I want to be drowning in cum. I want to be dripping from every hole. I want—"
Dong-soo's cock, fully hard again, silenced her. He didn't ask permission. He just shoved his monster shaft between her lips and started fucking her face with the same brutal intensity he'd used on her cunt. Her throat bulged around his girth. Her jaw stretched to its absolute limit. Her eyes watered and her nose ran and she couldn't breathe.
And she loved every second.
Your own orgasm was building again, the tight heat of her ass pulling you toward release. You grabbed her hips and fucked her harder, your balls slapping against her cunt with each thrust, the tentacle still lodged in her pussy shifting with each impact. Her asshole, loose as it was, still gripped your shaft with residual tightness, the stretched rim catching on your head with each withdrawal.
"Going to come," you grunted. "Going to fill your ass."
"Mmm-hmm," Eunbi hummed around Dong-soo's cock. The vibration pushed him over the edge, and he came with a roar, pumping his load directly into her stomach for the second time that night.
You came a heartbeat later. Your cum flooded her bowels, joining Kyung's earlier load and the residual fluids from the tentacles. You pumped until your balls ached, until there was nothing left to give, until her ass was so full that cum leaked around your shaft with each pulse.
When you pulled out, her asshole stayed open—a gaping, cum-filled void that pulsed with her heartbeat. The tentacle in her cunt slipped out with a wet plop. Her mouth hung open, Dong-soo's cum dripping from her lips onto the floor.
She was a mess. A ruin. A masterpiece of degradation.
And she was still smiling.
"More," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please. More. I can still feel empty. I need—"
"Enough," Zero said. His voice wasn't harsh. It was almost gentle. "You've taken enough for one night, Eunbi-ssi. More than enough."
He crouched beside her, tilting her chin up with one finger. Her eyes, glassy and unfocused, tried to meet his.
"You're not an idol anymore," he told her. "You're not a celebrity. You're not even the woman who made that stupid comment about her fans. You're something new now. Something we made together." He wiped a streak of cum from her cheek with his thumb. "How does that feel?"
Eunbi's smile stretched wider. Cum dripped from her teeth. Tears and drool and sweat streaked her face. Her holes gaped and leaked and pulsed. Everything about her was obscene.
Everything about her was honest.
"It feels," she said, her ruined voice barely a whisper, "like freedom."
Eunbi's whisper still hung in the air when Zero clapped his hands together, the sharp crack cutting through the humid silence of the dressing room.
"Not yet," he said. "You don't get to tap out. You don't get to rest." He nudged her hip with the toe of his shoe. "Roll over."
She couldn't. Her bound wrists and ankles made the motion clumsy, a graceless flopping that left her on her back in the puddle of mixed cum, her gaped holes leaking onto the linoleum. The fluorescent lights cast her in harsh white—every bruise, every smear of mascara, every swollen lip and stretched rim laid bare for the camera Young-chul still held steady.
"Look at her," Dong-soo grunted. He was half-hard again, his monster cock twitching against his thigh as he stared down at her ruined body. "She's still hungry. I can see it in her eyes."
He wasn't wrong. Eunbi's gaze, glassy and unfocused as it was, tracked toward your cock with the single-minded intensity of a predator. Her tongue—thick, coated white—slid across her cracked lips.
"Him," she rasped. "Just him this time. Alone."
Zero's scarred eyebrow lifted. "You're making demands now?"
"Requests." A ghost of her old smile flickered across her cum-streaked face. "I'm making requests. I want him to fuck me like he means it. Like he's not angry anymore. Like he—" Her voice cracked. "Like he still loves me. Just a little. Just for a moment."
The room went quiet.
You felt every pair of eyes turn toward you. Dong-soo's expression was unreadable. Jae-hyun looked away, jaw tight. Min-seok cleaned his glasses with shaking fingers. Kyung, silent as ever, tilted his head like a bird examining something curious.
And Zero—Zero was watching you with that empty smile, waiting to see what you'd do.
"She wants you," he said. "The fan who wrote the letter. The one whose father died. The one who cried when IZ*ONE disbanded." He gestured at her prone form. "She wants that person back. Just for a moment. Can you give her that?"
Your feet carried you forward before your brain caught up.
Eunbi's eyes followed you, wet and wide and terrifyingly hopeful. You knelt beside her, your knees pressing into the sticky mess on the floor, and reached for the silk restraints around her wrists.
"Leave them," Zero said.
"I'm not asking permission."
You worked the knots loose. The silk fell away, revealing the red marks they'd left on her skin. Her hands, when you took them in yours, were cold. Trembling. She flexed her fingers, staring at them like she'd forgotten she had hands at all.
"My legs too," she whispered. "Please. If you're going to—if this is really going to be different—I want to hold you. I want to feel like a person again."
You untied her ankles.
She didn't run. Didn't even try. Just lay there, naked and ruined and covered in the evidence of everything that had been done to her, and waited for you to decide what came next.
"Camera's still rolling," Young-chul said.
"Let it roll." You didn't look at him. Your eyes stayed on Eunbi's face—on the way her expression shifted as she realized you weren't going to hurt her. Weren't going to degrade her. Weren't going to treat her like the hole she'd begged to become. "This one's different."
"How touching," Zero murmured. But there was something in his voice—curiosity, maybe, or the satisfaction of a man watching his experiment yield unexpected results. "Go on, then. Show us how a fan fucks his idol when he's not angry anymore."
Eunbi reached up.
Her fingers, still unsteady, touched your cheek. Traced the line of your jaw. Brushed a strand of sweat-soaked hair from your forehead. The gesture was so gentle, so human, that it made your chest ache.
"You kept my letter," you said.
"In my nightstand." Her voice was barely audible. "I wasn't lying. I read it when I can't sleep. When the anxiety gets bad. When I feel like I'm disappearing behind the idol mask and no one sees the real me anymore." She swallowed hard. "I read your letter and I remember that I mattered to someone. That I made a difference. Even when I said stupid, cruel things in interviews because I was exhausted and frustrated and not thinking."
"You broke my heart."
"I know." Tears welled in her eyes—fresh ones, not the fucked-out weeping from before. Real tears. "I know I did. And I can't undo it. But I can—right now, in this moment—I can be the person you thought I was. Just for you. Just for this."
You kissed her.
It was the first kiss of the night. The first one that wasn't forced or brutal or transactional. Her lips were swollen, split in one corner, tasting of salt and cum and something metallic. But she kissed you back with a tenderness that seemed impossible given everything that had happened—her mouth soft, her tongue tentative, her fingers threading through your hair like you were something precious.
"Fuck," Dong-soo muttered. "This is weird."
"Shut up," Min-seok said quietly. "Just—shut up and watch."
Your hands moved to her body. Not grabbing. Not claiming. Just touching. Your palm settled on her hip, feeling the bone beneath the skin, the tremor of exhausted muscles. Your other hand cupped her breast—bruised now, marked by teeth and fingers, but still soft. Still warm. Still responding when your thumb brushed her nipple.
She arched into your touch. A small sound escaped her throat, not quite a moan, not quite a sob.
"Missionary," she whispered against your lips. "I want to see your face. I want to watch you while you're inside me. I want—I want to remember this. Whatever happens after, whatever they do with the footage, whatever I become—I want to remember this."
You positioned yourself between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around your waist—no restraints now, just her own choice, her own desire. Her heels pressed into the small of your back, urging you closer.
Your cock, hard again despite everything, nudged against her entrance. Her cunt was a mess—swollen, gaped, leaking the cum of three different men. But when the head of your shaft pressed against her, she gasped and her inner muscles fluttered in anticipation.
"Slow," she breathed. "Please. Slow this time."
You pushed in.
The sensation was different from before. Before, it had been about dominance—forcing your way into her, claiming territory, extracting revenge. Now it was about connection. Her cunt, loose from hours of abuse, still gripped your shaft with residual tightness. Still hot. Still wet. Still welcoming.
You sank in to the hilt and held there, letting her feel the fullness, letting her adjust.
Eunbi's eyes never left yours. Her hands came up to frame your face, thumbs tracing your cheekbones, fingers curling behind your ears. Her lips parted on a trembling exhale.
"You're crying," she said.
You were. You hadn't noticed until she pointed it out, but there were tears tracking down your cheeks—hot and unexpected and utterly unstoppable. The anger that had driven you here, the betrayal that had festered for weeks, the cruelty you'd inflicted on this woman, the things you'd watched and participated in—it all hit you at once, a tidal wave of emotion that left you shaking.
"I'm sorry," you choked out. "I'm so fucking sorry."
"I know." She pulled your face down to hers, pressing her forehead against your brow. "I know you are. I'm sorry too. We're both—we're both so fucking broken. But right now—right now, just move. Just feel. Just be here with me."
You moved.
Your hips rolled in slow, deep strokes, each thrust pushing your cock to the very depths of her cunt. The head nudged against her bruised cervix, and she whimpered, but she didn't tell you to stop. Her legs tightened around your waist. Her fingers dug into your shoulders. Her breath came in shaky gasps that matched your rhythm.
"Fuck," Young-chul muttered from behind the camera. "They're actually—this is actually intimate."
"Told you to shut up," Min-seok said.
Eunbi's body responded to you in ways it hadn't with the others. Her cunt grew wetter—not the forced lubrication of degradation, but genuine arousal. Her inner walls clenched and released in waves that seemed to pull you deeper. Her hips rose to meet your thrusts, her movements growing more confident, more eager.
"Harder," she breathed. "You can go harder. I want to feel you. I want to feel everything."
You increased your pace. The wet sounds of your fucking filled the room, but they were different now—less brutal, more rhythmic. Your balls slapped against her ass with each thrust, the impact sending ripples through her cum-slicked thighs. Her breasts bounced with the motion, the nipples dark and hard, still glistening with someone's spit.
She pulled your mouth back to hers. The kiss was deeper this time—hungrier. Her tongue slid against yours, and you tasted the salt of her tears and the bitter residue of the loads she'd swallowed. It should have been disgusting. Instead, it was the most intimate thing you'd ever experienced.
"Tell me," she gasped, breaking the kiss. "Tell me what you're feeling."
"I'm feeling—" Your voice caught. "I'm feeling like I'm fucking the woman I loved. The woman I still love. The woman who broke my heart and somehow still has it."
"I still have it?"
"You still have it."
She sobbed—a broken, desperate sound—and pulled you deeper. Her heels pressed harder into your back. Her cunt clamped around your shaft like she was trying to milk you, trying to keep you inside her forever.
"Come inside me," she begged. "Not because they're watching. Not because you want to degrade me. Because you want to. Because you still love me. Even a little. Even just for now."
Your thrusts grew erratic. The pressure at the base of your spine built and built, a roaring wave that threatened to engulf you. But you held back—held on—because you didn't want this moment to end. Didn't want to lose the connection you'd found in the wreckage of what you'd done to her.
"Not yet," you grunted. "Not in missionary. I want—I want to be deeper. I want to be as deep as possible when I fill you."
Eunbi's eyes, still glassy, still wet, sparkled with something that might have been recognition. "Mating press. Put me in a mating press. Fold me in half and fuck my womb. Breed me properly. Make me yours."
You pulled out. Her cunt made a wet, sucking sound, reluctant to release you. You grabbed her legs and pressed them back—knees to her chest, ankles over your shoulders, her ass lifted off the floor. The position was obscene. Her gaped cunt was fully exposed, the swollen lips parted, the entrance visibly pulsing. Her asshole, still stretched from the tentacles, winked beneath.
"Beautiful," Zero murmured. "Absolutely fucking beautiful."
"Shut up," Eunbi said. It was the first time she'd spoken to him directly since the shift. "This isn't for you. This isn't about you. This is about us."
Zero's smile flickered. For the first time all night, something other than satisfaction crossed his angular features. But he didn't interrupt.
You lined your cock up with her entrance and pushed.
The angle was different—steeper, deeper. You felt the head of your shaft hit her cervix immediately, that tight ring of muscle that guarded her womb. But this time, instead of battering against it, you nudged through. The cervix stretched, yielded, and your cockhead slipped into her deepest chamber with a sensation like breaking through a sealed door.
Eunbi screamed.
It wasn't a scream of pain. It was a scream of absolute, overwhelming sensation—the kind of sound that came from a place beyond language, beyond thought, beyond anything but pure physical response. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. Her tongue lolled from her mouth. Her hands, no longer bound, flew to your shoulders and clawed deep furrows into your skin.
"In my womb," she babbled. "You're in my womb. You're so deep. You're so fucking deep. I can feel you in my stomach. I can feel you everywhere."
You started fucking her—not the brutal, piston-like thrusts from before, but deep, grinding strokes that kept your cockhead nestled in her womb. Each movement pushed a fresh sound from her lips. Each withdrawal left her gasping with emptiness. Her stomach bulged with each thrust, the outline of your shaft visible beneath her skin—a sight that made Young-chul zoom in, that made Dong-soo curse under his breath, that made Zero's smile return in full force.
"I can see you," Eunbi moaned. "I can see your cock moving inside me. Look. Look at what you're doing to me. Look at how deep you are."
You looked. You couldn't help it. The visual was hypnotic—your shaft disappearing into her swollen cunt, the faint bulge in her lower belly shifting with each stroke, her body literally reshaping itself around your intrusion.
"You're fucking my womb," she continued, her voice cracking with every word. "You're breeding me. Actually breeding me. I can feel your cockhead pressing against the walls of my uterus and I—I'm going to come. I'm going to come so fucking hard. Please. Please come with me. Fill my womb. Flood it. Make me overflow."
The pressure in your balls became unbearable. Your thrusts lost their rhythm, became desperate, animal, driven by pure biological imperative. Eunbi's cunt clamped around you in rhythmic waves, her own orgasm building in tandem with yours.
"Now," she sobbed. "Now now now now—"
You buried yourself to the hilt and let go.
The orgasm was a detonation. Thick ropes of cum flooded her womb, pulse after pulse after pulse, each one making her stomach bulge slightly more. You felt her uterus expand with the volume of it, felt her inner walls milk your shaft for every last drop, felt her own orgasm crash through her in response—her cunt spasming, her asshole clenching, her throat releasing a wail that bounced off the dressing room walls.
"Fuck," Jae-hyun breathed. "She's coming again. She's still coming."
She was. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of convulsive pleasure that left her thrashing and sobbing and squirting a clear fluid that splattered your stomach and thighs. Her cunt gushed around your still-buried cock, the fluid mixing with your cum and leaking onto the floor in a steady stream.
When it finally subsided, she lay limp beneath you, chest heaving, face streaked with tears and drool and the drying remnants of a dozen loads. Her eyes, when they focused on your face, held something you couldn't name.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for that."
You pulled out. Your cum flowed from her gaped cunt in a white river, pooling on the floor beneath her ass. Her cervix was visible deep inside—bruised, swollen, but still pulsing with satisfaction. Her womb, now thoroughly flooded, left her lower belly slightly distended.
Zero started laughing.
It wasn't his usual controlled chuckle. This was something else—something genuine, something surprised, something almost joyful. He clapped his hands together as the laughter rolled through him, and the others joined in—Dong-soo's deep guffaw, Young-chul's nervous giggle, even Kyung's silent, shaking shoulders.
"This tape," Zero managed, wiping a tear from his eye. "This footage. Everything we captured tonight—the degradation, the surrender, the tentacles, the gaping, and then this—this twisted, beautiful, fucked-up love scene at the end." He grinned, and for once, the expression reached his eyes. "This tape is gonna be fucking expensive."
"Millions," Ho-jin agreed, his clinical detachment cracking into something almost like enthusiasm. "If we release this—and we control the distribution, staggered releases, premium access—we could make millions. Maybe tens of millions."
"Or we could sell it back to her agency," Min-seok said quietly. "They'd pay anything to keep this from going public."
Eunbi heard them. Her gaze flickered toward Zero, and instead of fear, instead of shame, something else crossed her exhausted features.
"You're going to blackmail me," she said. It wasn't a question.
"We're going to leverage an asset," Zero corrected. "There's a difference."
"You're going to own me."
"Legally? No. Practically?" He spread his hands. "You said it yourself. You're not an idol anymore. You're something new. Something we made together. And what we made—" he nodded at Young-chul's camera, at the hours of footage it contained "—has value. Immense value."
Eunbi was quiet for a long moment. Her cum-streaked face was unreadable. Then, slowly, she pushed herself up onto her elbows. Cum leaked from her cunt onto the floor. Drool still glistened on her chin. Her ruined holes gaped and pulsed. Everything about her was obscene.
But her eyes—her eyes were clear.
"You're wrong," she said.
Zero's smile flickered. "About what?"
"About owning me. About this footage having value." She pushed herself further up, until she was sitting, until she was looking at him eye-to-eye despite her nakedness, despite her degradation, despite everything. "I'm not going to be blackmailed. I'm not going to be controlled. You think you broke me? You think you made me into something you can use?"
She stood.
Her legs were unsteady. Her body was a ruin. But she stood, and she faced them—all seven of them—with a steadiness that seemed impossible given what she'd endured.
"You didn't break me. You freed me. You stripped away the idol mask, the public persona, the constant pressure to be perfect and grateful and untouchable. And what's underneath?" She gestured at her own body—the bruises, the cum, the gaped holes. "This is underneath. A woman who likes being fucked. A woman who likes being degraded. A woman who begged for more and meant it. That's not a weakness. That's not something you can use against me. That's a truth I've been hiding from myself for years."
Zero's smile had disappeared entirely. His scarred eyebrow was a hard line. His jaw was tight.
"So release the footage," Eunbi continued. "I don't care. Release it, and I'll go on every talk show in Korea and tell them exactly what happened. Tell them I enjoyed it. Tell them I begged for more. Tell them it was the most honest I've ever been in my entire career." She took a step toward him, and despite everything—despite his power, his planning, his control—he took a step back. "You wanted the real me. Congratulations. You found her. And you have no idea what to do with her."
Silence.
Then Zero laughed—a different laugh this time. Sharper. Darker. The laugh of a man who'd been outplayed at his own game.
"Interesting," he said. "Very interesting." He looked at you. "She's remarkable. I can see why you loved her."
"Still do," you said. The words came out before you could stop them.
Eunbi turned to look at you. Her expression was complicated—gratitude, confusion, something that might have been hope. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to.
"Take her home," Zero said abruptly. "Clean her up. Let her rest. We'll discuss the footage later." He pocketed his phone and headed for the door. "Consider this a gift. You broke her. You put her back together. She's yours now. Do what you want with her."
The others followed him out—Dong-soo with a last, lingering look at Eunbi's body, Young-chul still filming until Ho-jin tapped his shoulder, Kyung silent as a ghost, Min-seok pausing at the door.
"I'm sorry," he said, not meeting Eunbi's eyes. "For what I did. For what I said. I was—I was so angry. I forgot you were a person."
"I know," Eunbi said. Her voice was gentle. "I forgot too."
Min-seok nodded once and left.
The door clicked shut.
You and Eunbi were alone in the dressing room. The fluorescent lights hummed. The distant thump of the festival's closing acts vibrated through the walls. Somewhere, fifty thousand people were cheering for an encore, oblivious to everything that had happened thirty meters away.
"I meant what I said," Eunbi said quietly. "About the letter. About reading it when I can't sleep. About you being my favorite fan."
"I know."
"I also meant what I said about liking this." She gestured at her body—the cum, the bruises, the evidence of everything that had been done to her. "I didn't think I would. I thought I'd hate it. I thought I'd feel violated. But somewhere in the middle of everything—somewhere between choking on Dong-soo's cock and having those tentacles shoved in my ass—something snapped. Something good. Something that had been wound too tight for too long finally broke, and underneath it was just—hunger. Pure, unfiltered hunger. And it felt like freedom."
You pulled your pants on. Found your shirt. Grabbed a towel from the vanity and held it out to her.
"Let's get you cleaned up."
She took the towel. Her fingers brushed yours, and the contact sent a shiver through both of you.
"And then what?" she asked.
"And then we figure out what comes next."
She wiped the cum from her face—slow, methodical strokes that left streaks on the towel. When she looked up at you again, some of the exhaustion had faded. Some of the fire had returned.
"Promise me something," she said.
"Anything."
"Promise me you'll still be my fan. Even after tonight. Even after everything you've seen me do. Even after everything you've done to me. Promise me you'll still be the person who wrote that letter."
Your throat tightened. "I promise."
She nodded. Wrapped the towel around herself. Took a shaky step toward the door.
"Good," she said. "Because I think I'm going to need a fan like you. Someone who sees the real me and doesn't run away. Someone who knows what I am and still—" Her voice cracked. "Still thinks I matter."
"Matter," you said, stepping forward to steady her as her legs wobbled. "Eunbi-ssi, you're the only thing that's ever mattered."
She leaned into you. Her weight was slight, her body trembling with exhaustion, but her grip on your arm was fierce.
"Take me home," she whispered. "Please. Take me home."
You did.
The festival was still raging outside. Music pounded. Crowds roared. Lights strobed across the Seoul skyline. But in the service corridor, in the quiet space between the dressing room and the exit, you walked with Eunbi's arm around your shoulder and her cum-streaked hair brushing your cheek. Behind you, the dressing room sat empty—the only evidence of what had happened there the puddles on the floor, the discarded silk restraints, the five multicolored tentacle dildos still glistening on the vanity.
And somewhere, in a van pulling out of the loading dock, six men sat with a camera full of footage and no idea what to do with it. Zero's laughter had stopped. His smile had faded. His plan—so carefully constructed, so meticulously executed—had crumbled in the face of a woman who refused to be broken.
Because Eunbi was right. They hadn't broken her.
They'd freed her.
And the real Kwon Eunbi—cum-soaked, hole-gaped, psychologically cracked open but spiritually whole—was more dangerous than the idol had ever been.
The service door opened onto the night. Cool air hit your face. The stars, dimmed by Seoul's light pollution, still managed to glitter overhead. Eunbi tilted her head back to look at them, and for the first time all night, her smile was soft. Real. Unguarded.
"Freedom," she murmured, and the word tasted different now. Not the desperate, broken whisper from before. Something steadier. Something true.
You hailed a taxi. The driver took one look at Eunbi—disheveled, towel-wrapped, clearly not in any state to be out in public—and wisely said nothing. The address she gave wasn't her agency dorm or her luxury apartment. It was somewhere else. Somewhere you didn't recognize.
"Where are we going?" you asked.
"My real home," she said. "The one the company doesn't know about. The one I bought with my own money, not their contracts." She leaned her head against your shoulder. "I keep your letter there. In my nightstand. I want you to see it."
The taxi pulled into traffic. Seoul slid past the windows—neon and concrete and crowds of people who had no idea that Kwon Eunbi, headliner of Waterbomb Seoul 2026, was currently leaking cum onto the backseat of a Hyundai while wearing nothing but a towel and a smile.
"When we get there," she said, her voice drowsy, "I want you to fuck me again. In my bed. In my sheets. No cameras. No audience. Just you and me and whatever this is between us."
"And if I'm too tired?"
She laughed—a genuine laugh, surprised and bright. "Then I'll fuck you. I've learned a few things tonight. I think I can manage."
The driver's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. You caught his gaze and shrugged.
"She's had a long night," you said.
He turned his attention back to the road.
Eunbi's hand found yours. Her fingers interlaced with yours, sticky and warm. She closed her eyes, and within minutes, her breathing evened out. She was asleep—or close to it—her body finally surrendering to the exhaustion that had been held at bay by adrenaline and arousal and sheer force of will.
You watched her sleep. Watched the rise and fall of her chest beneath the towel. Watched the bruises darkening on her throat and shoulders. Watched the ghost of a smile that lingered on her swollen lips.
Somewhere in the van driving in the opposite direction, Zero was probably already formulating a new plan. Dong-soo was probably already thinking about the next time he could get his hands on Eunbi's body. Young-chul was probably already reviewing footage, cataloging angles, calculating value.
But here, in this taxi, in this moment, none of that mattered.
What mattered was the woman asleep on your shoulder—the idol who'd broken your heart and the whore who'd put it back together. The fantasy you'd worshipped and the reality you'd helped create. The letter in her nightstand and the cum dripping down her thigh.
What mattered was that she'd asked you to stay.
What mattered was that you intended to.
The taxi turned down a quiet street, away from the neon and the crowds, toward a part of Seoul you'd never seen. Toward a home that wasn't on any company registry. Toward a bed where Kwon Eunbi—not the idol, not the brand, not the broken doll of Zero's creation—would pull you down beside her and whisper your name like it meant something.
Toward whatever came next.
And in the dark of the taxi, with her hand in yours and her breath steady against your neck, you realized you were smiling too.
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Aku kerap perasan jiran aku wak indon ni selalu intai2 bila adik aku jemur baju, dia ada habit pakai kain sahaja walaupu rumah tertutup still boleh nampak dari luar.
Wak ni umur dia 65 tahun duduk sorang, dia ketua kontraktor tu taman aku. Satu hari petang tu hujan lebat, aku balik dari kerja dan perasan ada selipar yang aku tidak kenal dekat pintu.
Aku masuk dalam rumah dan lalu di depan bilik adik aku, aku terdengar seperti sedang mengerang. Aku pun curious nak tahu apa yang berlaku. aku intai dari tingkap bilik adik aku dan alangkah terkejut nya bila nampak wak indon tu tengah doggy tasha.
Diaorang tidak sedar akan kepulangan ku kerana hujan lebat. Aku lihat tasha merengek kesedapan ditutuh batang kekar wak.
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Adik aku “ kontol wak enak” “saya mau kontol wak”
Adik aku seperti kerasukan nafsu dan jadi hamba seks wak.
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Putih mata tasha bila wak buat mcm tu sampaikan tasha tolak2 tangan wak.
Wak kata “ aku mau keluarin dimulut mu bisa ngak”
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Wak hisap tetek tasha dan cium mulut tasha sebelum dia keluar dari bilik tinggalkan tasha dalam keadaan lemah.
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amir bertekad untuk menyelesaikan perkara itu hari ini juga. Bimbang jika dibiarkan akan menjadi heboh pula nanti. Selepas mengemaskan peralatan kebunnya dia bergegas dengan motosikal kerumah ana. Sesampai saja dihalaman, didapati suasana rumah itu senyap sunyi sahaja. Mungkin ana belum balik dari kebun. Elok juga, detik hatinya, bolehlah dia bersemuka dengan dayah dan menyelesaikan perkara itu tanpa pengetahuan ana. amir menghampiri pintu depan sambil memberikan salam.
"Waalaikum salam...eh abah..ingatkan sapa tadi" jawab dayah sebaik sahaja daun pintu dibuka. Wajahnya sedikit terkejut dan mula menjadi pucat. Mungkin dia sudah dapat mengagak tujuan kedatangan abah nya itu.
"mak kamu mana?" soalnya dengan wajah yang serius.
"Err..kat kebun....err..masuklah abh nanti saya buatkan air" suara dayah mula bergetar.
"Hmm..tak payah. Mari duduk sini, abh ada perkara yang nak diselesaikan dengan kamu ni..".
Bagai ada magnet segera dayah melabuhkan punggungnya di atas kerusi.amir mula bersuara,"Kamu tau ke apa yang telah kamu lakukan ini?..Ianya akan memalukan seluruh keluarga kita..nasib baiklah Guru Besar tu boleh diajak berunding..kalau tidak mana abh dan mak kamu nak sorokan muka??..Heboh satu kampung nanti".
dayah hanya menundukan mukanya. Perlahan-lahan air mula bergenang di kelopak matanya sebelum meleleh turun melalui pipi gebunya. "Sa..saya minta ampun abh...memang saya mengaku salah..maafkan saya abh..." esakan dayah semakin kuat.
"abh bukan apa, bimbangkan kalau mak kamu tau...yalah dia tu bukannya sihat sangat, macam-macam penyakitnya". amir mula mengendurkan suaranya. Perlahan-lahan dia merapati dayah sambil mengusap rambut gadis itu. Esakan dayah semakin jelas kedengaran. amir segera menarik tubuh dayah rapat lantas memeluknya. dayah tidak membantah. Terasa bonjolan dada dayah yang agak besar itu menampan didadanya.
"Ni lah..abh nak tanya sepekara lagi...pernah ke kamu dengan si mie...er...maksud abh..er..yalah...terlanjur..?". Soalan amir itu tiba-tiba membuatkan dayah terdiam seketika. Perlahan-lahan dia melepaskan diri dari pelukan amir. Dengan esakan yang masih belum reda dayah mengangguk lemah.
amir terpaku seketika. Tiada lagi kata-kata yang mampu terkeluar dari mulutnya. Matanya tajam menatap wajah gadis itu yang kelihatan kemerahan. Sungguh dia tidak menyangka gadis yang baru berusia 17 tahun dihadapannya itu rupa-rupanya sudah ternoda.
"Tolonglah abh jangan beritahu mak perkara ni...kalau abh nak hukum Yah, hukumlah...Yah sedia menerimanya.." dayah kembali membuka bicara setelah melihatkan amir masih lagi diam membatu.
amir masih lagi mendiamkan dirinya sambil sesekali matanya melirik kearah anaknya yang sedang bersimpuh diatas lantai itu. Fikiranya mula nakal membayangkan detik-detik tubuh gebu dan montok dayah diterokai mie.Tentu raya sakan budak itu dapat menikmati batang tubuh montok dan gebu itu.
Tanpa di sedari naluri kejantanan amir mula bergelora. Darah panas mula membara disetiap salur urat nadinya. Matanya ralit memerhatikan betis bunting padi dayah yang separuh terdedah. Putih melepak. Pandangan mata tuanya kini beralih kearah dada anaknya yang bersaiz agak besar jika dibandingkan dengan gadis lain yang seusia dengannya. Kepejalan dada gebu itu masih terasa sewaktu mereka berpelukan tadi. Tidak semena-mena senjata usang dicelah kangkangnya yang telah sekian lama tersimpan berdenyut-denyut mengeras.
Keinginan untuk turut sama merasa kenikmatan tubuh gebu itu semakin membuak-buak dalam sanubarinya. Kesempatan ini tidak sanggup dibiarkannya berlalu begitu sahaja, tekad hati jahatnya.
Perlahan-lahan amir bangun dan merapati tubuh dayah yang masih lagi tertunduk merenung lantai. Sebelum itu sempat juga dia membetulkan kedudukan senjatanya agar tidak begitu ketara.
"Hmm...macam ni lah Yah. Apa nak buat perkara dah berlaku.abh berjanji akan merahsiakan hal ini, tapi...er..Yah kenalah ikut apa kehendak abh.." katanya separuh berbisik sambil duduk di belakang gadis itu. Tangannya mula memegang dan menggosok tengkuk dayah yang ditumbuhi roma halus itu.
dayah sedikit terkejut lalu cuba untuk bingkas bangun. Tetapi sebelum sempat, tangan amir lebih pantas memaut erat pinggangnya.
"Eeii..abh nak buat apa ni?.." kata dayah dengan suara separuh menjerit.
"Hmm...Yah bagilah abh buat macam si mie buat kat Yah tu..lagi pun tak ada apa yang nak di pertahankan lagi.." amir terus memujuk. Nafsunya kian bergelora. Hidung dan bibirnya mula mencium tengkok dan pipi gebu manis 17 itu.
"Tolong..jangan buat Yah macam ni...abh...jangan..."rayu dayah sambil meronta-ronta untuk melepaskan dirinya.
Akan tetapi segala rayuan itu bagai berlalu begitu saja. Sebaliknya amir semakin rakus mencium pipinya. Tangannya mula merayap kedalam baju mencari bonjolan dada montok dayah.
Walaupun gadis malang itu cuba sedaya upaya menahan tetapi kudratnya masih lagi tidak setanding tenaga tua ayahnya. Dengan sekali tolak sahaja bra yang dipakainya terkuak keatas dan memberikan ruang sebebasnya untuk tangan tua itu mengerjakannya payudaranya.
Rontaan dayah mula mengendur setelah menyedari dia tak akan berupaya menghalang niat ayahnya itu. Dia mula membiarkankan amir meneruskan tindakannya.
amir semakin ghairah selepas menyedari dayah kian menyerah. Tanpa membuang masa lagi dia terus berusaha melucutkan baju gadis itu. Sebaik sahaja berjaya dia lantas membaringkan tubuh dayah ke lantai.
"Wah...besar dan montoknya buah dada kamu...putih melepak pulak tuh.." kata pujian bercampur keghairahan terpacul dari mulut amir sambil menanggalkan bajunya sendiri.
dayah hanya mendiamkan diri sambil memejamkan matanya bila mulut dan lidah orang tua itu silih berganti menyonyot dan menjilat kedua-dua buah dadanya yang sedang mekar itu dengan penuh nafsu. Rangsangan dari perbuatan itu ta npa dapat dikawal mula membakar semangat kewanitaannya.dayah kini mula hanyut dilanda gelora keinginannya sendiri.
Setelah puas mengerjakan buah dada montok itu, amir mula beralih kesasaran yang lebih mendebarkan lagi iaitu kemaluan dayah. Dengan tangan yang sedikit bergetar, kain batik jawa gadis itu disentapnya perlahan. Hanya tinggal sehelai seluar dalam nipis menutupi busut kecil dan lurah berahi dayah.
dayah mengeliat kegelian bila terasa tangan tua dan kasar itu mula mengosok dan menepuk-nepuk tundun kemaluannya. Tidak puas dengan itu, amir semakin rancak meramas sambil jemarinya bermain-main pada belahan alur lurah keramat yang kian membasah.
dayah juga semakin seronok. Dengan penuh kerelaan dia membukakan kangkangannya untuk memberikan ruang yang cukup selesa bagi amir meneruskan tugasannya.
"Issh...aahh..oohh..abahh...oohh.." mulut comelnya mula mengeluarkan erangan kenikmatan. Rekahan bibirnya sewaktu mengeluarkan keluhan itu begitu menghairahkan sekali.Walaupun sudah beberapa kali melakukan dengan teman lelakinya tetapi pengalaman kali ini ternyata berbeza. Permainan amir begitu tertib dan mengasyikan berbanding dengan mie yang agak gelojoh dan terburu-buru.
Melihatkan dayah yang semakin hanyut, amir mengalih posisinya kearah hujung kaki. Sambil menelan liurnya dia menarik seluar dalam dayah hingga terlucut. Nah..kini terpampanglah tundun tembam dan alur lurah nikmat gadis itu yang sedia lecak berair dihadapan matanya.
amir tak mampu untuk berkata-kata lagi. Seluruh keinginannya tertumpu untuk mengerjakan kemaluan yang penuh menyelerakan itu. Tanpa membuang masa lagi amir menyembamkan mukanya kecelah kangkangan dayah. Lidahnya mula menjilat belahan tundun itu. Sebelah tangannya ganas meramas buah dada yang kian mengeras sementara tangannya yang satu digunakan untuk menjolok lubang kemaluan dayah yang kian membesar itu. Perbuatan itu memberikan impak yang tidak terhingga kepada gadis sunti yang baru merasa dan sedang ketagihan itu.
"Arghh!!...abahh...ohhh!!!...arghh...." dayah mengeloh dan mengerang dengan suara yang agak kuat membuatkan amir tambah bersemangat. Peha gadis itu dibukanya seluas mungkin.dayah h merintih sambil mengerang penuh kenikmatan bilamana amir menyedut biji kelentitnya yang terbonjol seolah sedang menyonyot siput sedut. Pinggulnya digelek kekiri dan kanan mengikut rentak amir.
Pengalaman pertama kali itu benar-benar membuatkan dayah hilang pertimbangan. Tanpa silu lagi dia menjerit dan engerang melayan kenikmatan yang bagai tiada taranya. Peluang yang terhidang itu digunakan sepenuhnya oleh amir untuk menunjukan kehebatanya yang tersimpan sekian lama. Semua skill lamanya digunakan kembali hingga akhirnya dayah tidak mampu bertahan lagi.
"bahh...argh...arghhhh....Arghhhhhhhhhhh...!!!!" gadis itu menjerit sekuat hatinya sewaktu rangsangan klimak dari dalam tubuhnya membuak keluar dan membawa kenikmatan yang tidak terhingga.amir tersenyum puas melihat dayah tercungap-cungap seperti ikan yang kekeringan air sambil terkapar diatas lantai itu. Kini gilirannya pula melayari bahtera kenikmatan.
Sambil menanggalkan seluar matanya masih tertumpu pada kemaluan dayah yang kelihatan membengkak dan begitu menyelerakan. Pintu guanya sedia ternganga menunggu saat-saat untuk diterokai.
"Sedap ke Yah..?" tanya amir sambil menggosok-gosok senjata sulitnya yang sudahpun menegang ketahap maksima dan sedia untuk digunakan.
dayah tidak menjawab sebaliknya hanya tersenyum kecil tapi penuh makna. Mata bulatnya sempat menjeling ke arah senjata amir yang sedang terhunus itu. Dia sedikit terkejut melihatkan senjata yang begitu besar dan panjang hampir dua kali ganda berbanding milik mie.
"Hmmm..sekarang Yah menonggeng, baru sedap main...abh suka buat macam ni..." kata amir sambil memusingkan tubuh dayah membelakanginya.
"Arghh...awww..awww ..ohh..." dayah kembali mengerang dengan kuat apabila sahaja senjata sulit amir gagah merobos liang kemaluannya.
"Ishh...ah..ah...err..Yah janganlah jerit kuat sangat...nanti ada orang dengar...ohh..ahh.."amir berkata sambil menutup mulut dayah.
"Ohh....ahhhh...ohhh...abh..punya besar....oh...ah...oh...sedap...oh...ahhh..." sedaya upaya dia cuba memperlahankan suaranya. Rintihan dayah itu membuatkan nafsu amir kian membara.
Seluruh tenaga tuanya diperah sepenuhnya. Pelbagai posisi silih berganti dilakukan untuk senjatanya meneroka segenap ruang kemaluan anaknya itu. Walaupun telah memancut air mani buat pertama kali tapi amir masih belum mau berhenti. Tenaga tuanya dikerahkan kembali untuk mencari klimak yang kedua. Akhirnya kedua-dua tubuh manusia yang telah dirasuk syaitan itu terkulai lesu dan terkapar diatas lantai seketika.
Petang kian beransur senja. Setelah mengenakan pakaian semula, amir bersiap sedia untuk meninggalkan rumah itu. "abh balik dululah...lain kali abh datang lagi..ye..." katanya sambil melangkah menuju muka pintu.
dayah hanya tersenyum kecil memerhatikan langkah amir. Walaupun kepuasan jelas tergambar diwajah, tetapi jauh disudut hatinya timbul perasaan kesal dan bimbang atas apa yang telah berlaku itu. Banyak kemungkinan yang akan berlaku bermain difikirannya. Pertamanya dia pasti amir akan berusaha untuk mengulangi lagi perbuatan itu dan bagaimana pula jika dia termengandung nanti. Rasa bersalah dan berdosa kian menghantui dirinya.
Teringat kisah lalu semasa aku mengadakan majlis hari jadi aku. Aku mengajak kawan-kawan ke rumah aku untuk meraikan hari jadi aku yang ke 25 tahun.Sungguh meriah pesta hari jadi aku kerana ramai kawan-kawan yang datang dan banyak aktiviti yang dijalankan.
Aktiviti bermula dari jam 2 petang sehingga jam 12 tengah malam, maka ada beberapa member yang tidak dapat balik pada malam itu. Pada malam itu,aku sibuk melayan kawan-kawan aku termasuk menyediakan segala keperluan mereka untuk bermalam di rumah aku.
Sdar tak sedar, masa pun semakin berlalu dan kami semua sangat keletihan dengan aktiviti seharian. Tanpa disedari, kawan perempuan yang sebaya dengan aku rupanya tidak balik rumah pada malam itu.Dia merupakan seorang janda anak dua, anaknya berumur 13 tahun dan 10 tahun dan kedua-duanya anak perempuan.
Nama kawan aku ialah anita, dia tidur di ruang tamu bersama anaknya manakala kawan-kawna yang lain berada di bilik masing-masing. Biasanya aku selalu tidur lewat sekitar jam 3 pagi dan pada masa itu aku masih segar tanpa mengantuk manakala kawan-kawan dah pun berdengkur tidur lena.
Aku pun duduk depan Tv dan memperlahankan bunyi Tv manakala anita dan anaknya tidur depan Tv. sambil menonton Tv yang tak kedenganran suara, tiba-tiba aku ternampak kucing tidur celah kangkang anak perempuan anita yang sulung.
Aku pun cuba alihkan kucing itu untuk keselesannya, secara tidak sengaja aku tersentuh cipap anaknya. Wahh...gebu cipapnya kerana seluarnya lembut dan menampakkan bentuk cipapnya yang gebu dan tembam.Aku mula menggigil sambil menggeselkan tangan aku semula ke cipapnya, tapi anaknya masih berdengkur langsung tidak sedar cipapnya disentuh.
Aku pun dah tak tenang, jantungku berdegup kencang. Aku mematikan suis lampu agar suasana jadi kelam dan hanya lampu dari Tv sahaja yang kelihatan. Lama juga aku meraba-raba cipapnya, makin lam diraba makin berair rasanya. Dah basah tangan aku dengan air pekat dari cipapnya tapi heran masih berdengkur, baisalah anak dara masih subur.
Aku perlahan-lahan cuba menyelak seluarnya, takut juga nak bergerak sebab emaknya ada bersebelahan sahaja. aku cuba selak sikit sahaja dan keluarkan batangku untuk disentuh ke cipapnya. Wah..panas cipapnya, perlahan-lahan aku masukkan kepala batangku ke cipapnya yang berair. Aku masukkan sikit sahaja, cuma kepala sahaja sambil menahan nafas supaya tidak menyebabkan bunyi bising. Anaknya bergerak sedikit apabila aku tusukan batangku,aku menarik batangku dan perlahan-lahan menutup seluarnya.
Aku semakin tak tenang, batangku semakin keras menahan air. Aku cuba lagi sekali menusuk cipapnya,kali ini dengkurannya tiba-tiba hilang, mungkin dia merasa seronok atau sakit. yang pastinya menunggu sesuatu yang berlaku dari aku, aku perlahan-lahan menusuk cipapnya.
Sekali tusuk,bunyinya keluar kesedapan lalu aku tarik balik. aku tak nak emaknya tahu yang aku sedang memasukkan batangku ke cipapnya anaknya. Aku cuba merebahkan badan aku ke dadanya dan memasukkan batangku sedalam yang mungkin. menggigil-gigil aku menusuk kerana terlalu sempit. anaknya pula mengerang kesakitan tapi aku cuba senyapkan dengan cara mencium mulutnya sepuas hati.
Lama juga aku masa yang aku perlukan untuk memasukan keseluruhan batangku, hampir 2 jam kemudian barulah batangku tenggelam ke cipapnya dengan dipenuhi lendir bercampur darah.Aku rasa puas sangat kerana terlalu sempit sehingga aku memancitkan air ke cipapnya. Apabila aku semburkan airmani ke cipapnya, dengan banyaknya air mengalir ke atas tilam.
selepas kejadian itu, anaknya selalu datang ke rumah aku ibarat adik beradik yang terlalu rapat. Emaknya tidak tahu apa yang berlaku sebenarnya. Anaknya selalu datang ke rumah aku apabila emaknya tidak ada di rumah,pada masa itu kami akan buat seks sepuas-puasnya. Aku suka budak yang berumur 13 tahu kerana cipapnya sengat sempit dan nafsunya terlalu rakus,berkali-kali aku memancitkan air mani aku ke cipapnya.
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Selepas kejadian orgy tu, adik beradik ku selalu masuk bilik aku. Terutama Aqilah, 2-3 hari sekali masuk, kalau period nak anal. Atikah seminggu sekali mintak kena servis. Afiqah sebulan sekali sebab dia lagi suka fuck orang. Aku dah warning dia dah aku tak suka kena fuck bontot, walaupun sedap aku tak gay. Diorang semua memang akan sendiri datang bilik aku bila horny, tapi aku hanya cari Aqilah je bila horny sebab taste dan skill dia padu.
After beberapa bulan, Afiqah menyapa aku di bilik , “ Abang sabtu malam ada pergi mana2? ayah ibu pergi honeymoon”.
“kawan abang ada buat party”
“kalau jumaat malam abang free?”
“lepas 10 abang free, sebab kena jumpa client besar pukul 8”
“okay, Iqa ada hadiah untuk abang”
Pada jumaat tu aku berjumpa dengan client untuk investment. Laki nya dato, wife nya sumpah cun gila. Laki dah tua, 50an. wife baru 25. Kulit putih, freehair, lawa curl sikit, bontot bulat comel, dan semestinya petite, taste aku. Aku pon borak dengan client tentang potential market pada tahun 2019 semasa market sedang merundum akibat covid. Tapi sepanjang presentation aku, aku tak habis2 pandang bini dia. Walaupun tetek A cup, baju yang dia pakai cukup seksi. Client aku pon setuju untuk invest besar, bergajikan aku pada malam tu rm12k. First time dapat close besar untuk 1 client.
Aku pon pulang dengan rasa gembira, adrenaline aku masih membakar, tenaga aku membuak2. Aku memang fikir nak lenjan Aqilah puas2 malam tu, tapi aku teringat ada janji dengan Iqa.
Sampai je di rumah dalam 10.15.
“Abang kata pukul 10 dah free, ni 10.15 baru balik. Tak mandi lagi busukkk” Afiqah bebel padaku
“Abang ada big closing tadi, tu balik lambat, cepat lah mana suprisenya” kata ku sebab tak sabar nak melenjan bontot Aqilah.
“Yeayy abang kaya, boleh belanja strapon baru. Pergi mandi dulu, nanti Iqa bawak suprise ke bilik.”
Aku pon ke bilik untuk mandi. Aku ngintai ke bilik Aqilah, tapi malangnya dia tak ada dekat rumah. Hampa, mungkin aku fuck bontot Iqa kejap lgi ni.
Lepas mandi Aku pon baring di atas katil sambil muka netflix.
“Abang dah ready untuk suprise?”
“ha ready je” kataku selamba
“jeng jeng jengggg” kata Iqa sambil menunjuk ke seseorang.
Muncul seorang gadis dalam awal 20-an, memakai singlet putih dan sweatpangs kelabu , agak pendek dalam 150cm , berkulit putih, kecik tapi tetek dan bontot size yang ngam. Tak kecik tak besar, Dia ada vibe macam tiktok famous Salea. Paling buat aku tergoda dengan dia, suara dia. Suara kecik dengan accent acah mat saleh dia. Dengan aura happy go lucky dia, memang comel gila budak ni.
“Hai i farah” sambil senyum lebar
“Abang, ni farah kawan Iqa. Farah ni baru balik Malaysia last year. Dulu duduk UK. Surprise dia actually, Farah is lesbian since sekolah and dia nak try jadi bisexual.”
Lepas je aku dengar iqa cakap dia nak try jadi bisexual, aku dah tak dengar dah apa dia cakap. Dalam hati aku rezeki memang datang bergolek-golek malam ni.
“Boleh tak?” kata Iqa
“Ha boleh apa?” kata aku
“ishhh tak start lagi dah mengelamun. Tolong Farah rasa dick . Boleh tak?
“errr okay kot”kataku
“You guys have fun okay, nanti habis panggil i” kata Iqa sambil menutup pintu biliknya.
Tinggal aku dan Farah dalam bilik. Farah pon bercerita dulu. Rupanya, Farah and Iqa ni partner. And Farah ada bgtau dia teringin rasa dick , since Iqa takut Farah break up, dia suruh try dengan aku.
Aku rasa agak kekok dengan situasi ni. Tapi rezeki datang, tak kan nak tolak. Aku pon duduk bersebelahan dengan Farah di atas katil.
“Your hand is very soft” sambil ku mencium tangan nya.
Farah malu. Tapi melayan kan je. Aku mencium dri balik tangan nya sehingga ke bahu. Dan aku memegang dagunya, sambil merapatkan hidung ku ke hidung Farah. Aku menunggu sebelum mencium, saja nak tease dia dulu. Tapi Farah yang terus mencium ku. Dia mencium ku dengan agak rakus. Aku sangka agak susah nak mengoda lesbian, rupanya senang jugak.
Kami membalas ciuman, dia mengulum lidah ku. Lalu Farah berdiri, dan menolak ku sehingga baring.
“ I didnt expect Iqa’s brother to be a great kisser” kata Farah sebelum menerkam ku.
Muka comel innocent, tapi buas atas katil. Dia mencium ku , penuh lovebite di leher ku. Farah membuka baju ku dan sambung mencium seluruh badan dan membuat banyak gila love bite. Kemudian dia menyuruh ku buka seluar.
“Not yet, my turn now” kataku sambil menolaknya ketepi menyuruh dia baring.
Aku mencium dan membalas lovebite dia. Lebih banyak dari dia buat dekat aku.
“Emmmm that feels so good “ kata Farah
Aku membuka singlet nya, agak seksi dia memakai bra lace berwarna merah pekat. Kelihatan puting yang agak pink dari bra nya. Penuh lovebite aku buat dekat tetek dia.
“Lick my tits, suck my tits baby yeasssss. ahhhh fuckkk you are so goood. Keepp goingggg im cumming ahhhhh ahhhhhh emmm yeahhhhhh”
Budak ni horny teruk dah ni. Main tetek pon boleh cum dah.
“I tak expect i horny gila and boleh cum dengan laki” kata Farah
Aku gelak dan terus sambung menjilat, mencium , dan membuat lovebite dari leher, ke teteknya, turun perlahan2 ke perut dan kebawah pusat sebelum aku menerjah pussynya.
“you are making me so wet baby, lick my pussy, i cant wait for you to lick my pussy”
“suara you guys buat i horny lah, nak tengok” kata Iqa muncul dari pintu bilik ku.
“you can watch you brother eats me”
Aku pon membuka sweat pants Farah, dia memakai gstring merah. Clean shave. Aku melutut di atas lantai, pussy Farah di hujung katil. senang untuk Iqa tengok live porn.
Aku mengalihkan gstring nya ketepi untuk menjilat pussy nya. Belum jilat, tapi pussy dia bagai air terjun sudah lencun. Aku terus menjilat air dan pussy nya. dari luar hingga kedalam . aku keluar masuk lidah ku.
“fuckkk yes keeep going, i fucking love your tongue, yea daddyyy fuck me daddy lick my pussyyyy . i wanna cum on your face , ahh ahh ahhhhhhh”
badan Farah mengejung, mata dia naik keatas. bibir digigit tanda kesedapan.
“fuck me now, i really want your dick now”
“You said you want to have an experiance with a real dick, you should try give me a blowjob”
Farah pon mengangguk dan duduk di tepi katil sementara aku berdiri di depannya. Dia terus masukkan konek ku ke dalam mulut dan terus deepthroat sambil melancapkan konek ku dengan tangannya.
“Fuck i thought you never gave a blowjob before. Your skill is damn fucking goood” kataku sambil menahan kesedap.
“i practice alot with my dildo. But sucking a real one feels much better”
Aku terus meminta untuk fuck pussy Farah kerana blowjob dan lancapan tangan Farah yang lembut hampir membuat ku tewas dalam masa yang sekejap. Skill nya jauh lebih power dari Aqilah.
Aku menyuruh Farah baring di bucu katil, sementara aku berdiri. Aku menyuakan konekku dan fuck pussynya. Teramat senang untuk masuk, mungkin dah terbiasa pakai dildo besar. Dan terasa agak longgar. Namun, Farah terap mengerang kesedapan.
Walaupun kecik, tapi mulutnya agak kuat.
“yes daddy fuckk me hard, choke me daddy choke meee, faster , i want to cum all over daddy’s dick ahhh ahhh ahhhhhhhhh”
Farah cum sekali lagi. Walaupun ibubapa ku tiada dirumah, tapi suara nya agak bising, risau satu taman dengar suara dia. Aku pon membuka gstring dia, menghidu bau dan menyumbatkan kedalam mulut Farah. Dia melayan tapi meminta untuk aku fuck sambil mencekik lehernya.
Aku ikutkan je. aku tak dapat merasai kesedap di pussnya kerana agak longgar, aku pon mencuba menghalakan pada bontot dia, dia mengangguk tanda okay.
“Fuckkk i like ur ass alot more, its fucking tightttt” kataku
Iqa baring di sebelah sambil melancap menggunakan dildo nya. Farah yang sedang kesedapan terkejut lihat Iqa dan mengeluarkan pantiesnya.
“ Babe this is your brother right?”
“and??” jawab Iqa
“Fuckkk your family is weird but this is hot, join us”
Farah duduk di atas Iqa dalam posisi cowgirl, dan aku menyumbat konek ku di dalam bontotnya. Iqa mencekik lehernya, semntara aku meramas teteknya dengan rakus
“fuckk me daddyy fuckkk my asss , fuckk my pusssy , make me cumm all over you. ahhh ahhhh emmm i want your cumm in my ass. fuckkk me choke mee daddy choke meee. ahhhhhhhhhh”
Farah cum sekali lagi, mukanya sudah kelihatan. Tanda meminta untuk aku cum. Iqa mencabut strapon nya, dan menyuruh Farah menjilat pussy sementara aku fuck anal Farah dalam posisi doggy.
Bontot Farah dikemut2 untuk membuat ku lebih sedap. Aku mendayung konek ku dengan kuat , Iqa dan farah juga bersama2 mendesah kesedepan.
“Im going to cum in your ass ahhh ahhhhhh”
“cum in my ass daddy. cum deeeply in me daddyy yea dadddy yeaaaa”
Aku melepaskan 5 das kedalam bontot Farah. Iqa terus bangun dan menjilat air mani yang terkeluar dari bontot Farah.
“Dekat dick abang nak jilat tak” kataku
Iqa terus memasuk kan dick ku dalam mulutnya untuk menyedut sakit baki air mani yang tertinggal.
“Damn this is hot. weird but fucking hot. Thank you daddy for your dick. But i still prefer dildo because i can choose any size i want”
Memang slut budak ni, kecik tapi nak size negro. Iqa pon mengajak Farah untuk tidur di biliknya.
Aku baring dan sambung melihat netflix. Tiba2 ada notification masuk di phone aku. Nombor tak dikenali. “Awak encik Haziq agent unit trust husband saya kan?”
Part 4. Sambungan fantasi selepas cuti panjang. Diminta untuk reblog untuk menaikkan semangat untuk menulis.
“ Haziq keluar malam ni? Akak nak sambung kelas kita malam ni boleh?” Whatsapp dari Atikah, kakakku
“Boleh, Aqilah tak ada malam ni, dia keluar” aku membalas
Malam seperti biasa, lepas makan malam, masa untuk aku berehat selepas seharian berjumpa client. Aku bukak aircond, baring atas katil, bukak netflix. Layan semovie sementara menunggu untuk kelas malam ni.
Pukul 10.30 ibu dan ayah dah masuk bilik. Selalunya kalau masuk bilik awal time macam ni diorang beromen. 40an tapi ibu masih kuat dan masih cantik. 5 minit selepas pintu bilik ibu ditutup, pintu bilik ku dibuka, dan Atikah masuk kedalam bilik ku. Hari ni dia memakai seluar tight, dan singlet putih tanpa bra. Geram aku tengok puting dia mengeras.
“Sejuk gila bilik kau, tak beku ke?” kata Atikah.
“Sejuk macam ni lah seronok peluk. Takde lah cepat berpeluh untuk kelas kita nanti” kata ku sambil mengangkat selimut sedikit mengajak Atikah masuk.
Atikah terus masuk kedalam selimut dan baring disebelahku.
“Akak horny teruk hari ni, baru habis period” katanya.
Habis je ayat, dia terus mencium aku. Aku pon melayan jelah ciuman Atikah. Kemudian aku berhenti kan ciuman “ dah kunci pintu belum? nanti Afiqah masuk nanti”
“Dah kunci dah “ jawab kakakku
Kami kemudian sambung bercium. Tangan nya meraba dadaku, dan jari aku bermain manja di telinga dan leher Atikah cuba untuk mengoda nya lagi. Kelihatan bulu roma nya menegak.
“Hmmmm ahhhhh , geli tapi seronok jari Haziq”
Tangan nya kemudian menurun ke seluarku. Meraba-raba konek ku dari luar. Aku pon menurun kan tangan ku untuk bermain teteknya di luar baju. Size 32b ngam2 muat di tangan ku. Aku kemudian membuka singlet Atikah, dan menghisap teteknya.
“Ahhhhh sedapp, jilat puting akak. Sedut puting akak kuat2. Ahhh sedap Haziqqq” suara manja kakak ku keluar.
Tangan Atikah kini sudah masuk didalam seluarku. Sedap rasanya tangan lembut kakak ku menyentuh konek ku.
“emmmm ahhhhh lembutnya tangan kakak”
Kakak menolak ku untuk baring, dan dia baring di atas ku sambil cium. Tapi ciuman dia lebih aggresive, bermain lidah dan menjilat sambil pinggang nya bergerak2 menyebabkan konek ku bergesel dengan pussy nya.
“Tak masuk lagi pon sedap. Akak ahhhh akak tak sabar nak masuk dalam2”
“Boleh masuk, tapi Haziq nak jilat dulu”
Atikah membuka seluarnya dan baring menganti tempat ku. Aku memasuk kan jari ku sedikit , sudah terasa basah nya pussy kakak ku. Pussy nya lebih tembam berbanding Aqilah, dan lebih pink. Bulu yang sedikit seperti baru dicukur.
“Horny dengan adik sendiri ke kak” kataku
Atikah tiada respond kerana sedang melayan kesedapan jariku. Aku pon meletakkan kepalaku dipussy Atikah untuk menjilat.
Tiba2 terlihat kelibat keluar dari bilik aku, ingat kan Aqilah, rupa2 nya Afiqah, adik kecil ku.
“Ohhhhh ini kerja korang, patutlah semu asyik lepak bilik abang. Ini korang buat rupanya”
Aku dan Atikah terkejut. Atikah menarik selimut cuba menutup dirinya yang separuh bogel.
Aku dan Atikah gelabah cuba untuk menafikan apa yang berlaku.
“Korang ingat Iqa ni budak2 ke tak tau apa korang buat? Iqa tau abang dah fuck Aqilah sekali. Haritu Iqa nampak spender dengan panties Aqilah atas lantai masa pinjam sweater. And Iqa tau korang banyak kali dah buat projek, Iqa dengar dari luar bilik abang”
“Tolong jangan bagitau siapa2 Iqa”aku dan Atikah merayu untuk merahsiakan hal ini.
“boleh tapi ada syaratnya” kata atikah
aku pernah kena ayat ini dengan Atikah, jadi aku tau apa Iqa nak. Aku pon bangun dan membuka seluar ku. Konek ku yang masih mengeras terjojol keluar dan aku berjalan ke Iqa.
Aku pelik, jadi apa syarat yang Iqa nak? soalan yang aku terpikirkan.
“Kalau tak nak Iqa bagitau, ada syarat nya. Tapi kejap, Iqa nak ambik barang dekat bilik”
Aku pon duduk disebelah Atikah, kami berdua terdiam dan terpikir apa syarat yang dia inginkan. Dia tak nak aku fuck, mungkin dia nak tengok aku fuck kakaknya, tapi dia nak ambil barang.
Selang beberapa minit, Iqa masuk kedalam bilik ku dan mengunci pintu bilik ku. Kali ni, dia menukar pakaian, kini memakai brallete dan short pants sambil menyorok sesuatu di belakang nya.
“Jeng jeng jeng ini dia” sambil menunjukkan alat strap on.
“Korang tak tau ke Iqa lesbian? Iqa geram tengok akak. Iqa nak fuck akak jugak. Asyik abang je dapat fuck semua”
Aku terkejut, kerana aku tak sangka kan iqa seorang lesbian. Dia kelihatan seperti perempuan biasa, bukan pengkid cuma lesbian. Rupanya Iqa lesbian, dia suka fuck perempuan, tapi dia tak ada sifat2 seperti lelaki atau pengkid.
Iqa berambut panjang paras bahu, badan nya kecik seperti budak sekolah. Tetek ada sikit tapi macam tak ada, lebih kecik dari Aqilah, bontot nya juga lebih kecik.
Aku memandang kepada Atikah kerana bukan aku yang akan difuck Iqa.
“Boleh tapi jangan bagitau siap2, rahsia kita berempat je tau” kata atikah.
Iqa pon menunjukkan strap on yang dibawanya, dia membawa size kecik 5” kerana Atiqah masa virgin.
Iqa pon berciuman dengan Atikah diatas katil ku. Aku tersandar di tepi sambil melihat adik ku beromen dengan kakaknya. Konek ku lebih keras dari sebelum ini kerana ini first time aku dapat tengok lesbian adik beradik ku sendiri.
Atikah yang sedang horny dari petang tadi melayan saja diri nya dicium adik perempuannya. Iqa walaupun kecik, dan masih muda, nampak seperti sudah banyak pengalaman. Mereka berdua cium dengan penuh rakus.
Iqa kemudian membuka singlet yang dipakai Atikah, dan mula mennghisap teteknya.
“Ahhhh sedapnya Iqa, pandai adik kakak main puting akak” kata atikah.
Iqa tak menjawab malah menghisap dengan lebih rakus. Kini jari nya bermain di pussy Atikah. Atikah semakin gila, desahan tak berhenti keluar dari mulut Atikah. Permainan jari Iqa memang power, mungkin dia lebih tau apa yang perempuan mahukan membuat dia lebih expert.
“Shit shit shit, akak nak cumm uffff ahhh”
Pancuran air keluar dari pussy Atikah, menyebabkan katilku basah. Permainan jari Iqa yang hebat mampu membuat Atikah squirt. Atikah kekejangan di atas katil seperti orang sawan. Iqa terus menjilat saki baki air di pussy Atikah membuat kan mata hitam Atikah hilang.
Atikah cum sekali lagi, kali ini dia squirt di dalam mulut Iqa dan Iqa menelan air2 Atikah. “emmmm sedapnya air kakak”
Aku pon merapatkan diri ku ke Iqa. “Abang nak join boleh, tapi dengan kakak je, tak boleh sentuh Iqa”
“okay, kita fuck kakak sekali ngam?”
“alright” balas Iqa sambil memakai alat strapon. Dia menyapu kan lubricant di dildo strapon. Aku kini membaring di atas katil, manakala Atikah dalam posisi cowgirl. Selepas aku memasuk kan konek ku kedalam pussy Atikah, Iqa juga memasukkan strapon kedalam lubang yang sama. Terbeliak mata Atikah.
“ Nasib kakak dah pecahkan dara kakak sendiri minggu lepas. kalau tak memang menangis dua sekali masuk” kata kakak dengan suara yang sangat mengoda.
Iqa mula mendayung strap on nya. Konek ku kesedapan bergesel dengan strapon dan pussy kakakku. Atikah mendesah pelbagai bunyi, seperti orang kerasukan.
“i wanna cumm , yes fuck me deeeper, fuck me harderrr, yess yess ahhhh ahhh emmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhh”
Atikah squirt sekali lagi tapi kali ni di atas badan ku. Lencun badan ku dibuatnya.
kami mengubah posisi, aku baring, atikah menghisap konekku dalam posisi doggy sementara Iqa menghenjut. Baru Iqa memulakan henjutan, “Weyhhhh Aqilah nak join jugak orgy”
Adik kesayanganku sudah pulang. Tanpa lengah, dia terus membuka seluar skinny jeans dan panties dan terus melompat atas katil ku.
“Wahhh, adik dah besar. Adik dah boleh join kitaorang fuck dah lepas ni”kata Aqilah
“Kita bagi kakak puas betul2 nak hari ni?”
aku dan aqilah angguk tanda setuju. Atikah tidak menjawab kerana masih kesedapan dihenjut tadi.
Iqa terus keluar untuk mengambil strap on nya lagi satu dan memberi kepada Aqilah. Size strapon kini lebih panjang . Lebih kurang 10 inci.
“Iqa pakai untuk diri sendiri ke ni?” kata ku kerana terkejut dengan size badan yang kecik dengan dildo yang memang besar.
“taklah, pakai dekat orang lain” jawabnya.
Aqilah memakai strap on yang besar dan baring di atas katil. Mereka dalam posisi cowgirl pulak, aku pula berdiri untuk diblowjob Atikah. Manakala Iqa menyapu lubricant di bontot Atikah untuk memudahkan dildo masuk. Punggung Atikah naik turun melayan strapon Aqilah.
“ahhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkk sakittttt” desah kesedapan tapi sakit apabila Iqa memasukkan dildo ke dalam lubang bontot atikah.
“Jangan stop perlahan kan sikit je Iqa” kata atikah
selepas dildo dimasukkan sepenuhnya kedalam lubang bontot atikah, dia pon memulakan henjutan. Kini semua lubang Atikah dipenuhi. Atikah seorang yang kelihatan baik seblum ini menjadi seorang slut yang power.
“ Semua fuck dalam2, akak nak cumm last time dah ni. fuck me guys, fuckk me yeahhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh”
Atikah cumm, memenuhi badan Aqilah. Atikah terus baring di atas katil. Tanda penat dan terus tertidur.
Aqilah pula mintak untuk difuck. Aku baring dan Aqilah duduk di atas ku. Masih dalam posisi cowgirl tapi di hujung katil bagi memudahkan Iqa menghenjut. Iqa kemudian menyuruh ku untuk meletakkan kakiku diatas katil. Tiba2, aku rasa telur ku dijilat.
“Macam ni rupanya hisap telur laki” kata Iqa. Aku yang sedang melayan gelekkan Aqilah bertambah kesedapan melayan jilatan Iqa.
Jilatan ditelur ku ditukar ke jilatan di lubang bontot ku. Aku terasa lain, malah lebih sedap dijilat di bontotku. Iqa kemudian memasukkan dildo kedalam lubang bontot ku.
“Aku lelaki oi, sakit” marahku tapi agak sedap bila melihat adik2 ku mengerjakan ku. Konek ku semakin sensitive bila dildo dimasukkan kebontot ku.
“sakit sekejap je bang, tapi percayalah, abang mesti lagi suka sebab dick abang akan rasa lebih geli”
Aku cuba untuk bangun tapi Aqilah menghalang ku, malah mengelek lagi hebat. Campur dengan dildo dibontot aku semakin horny dan melayan kan.
“Ahhh fuckkk , sedap lain macam jugak rasanya”
Aku menyuruh Aqilah menukar lubang, kini konek ku di dalam lubang bontot Aqilah.
“Ahhhh sedap nya konek abang”
Adik2 ku menghenjut ku menyebabkan aku tak dapat tahan.
“ahhhhhhh fuckkk yessss ahhhhhhhh abang cumm dalam bontot “
crottt crottt, air maniku memenuhi lubang bontot Aqilah. Dan dia terus baring di dadaku. Konekku tercabut dari bontot Aqilah, menyebabkan air mani ku mengalir keluar. Aqilah pon sudah tewas dan baring disebelahku
Iqa menjilat air mani yang terkeluar dari bontot Aqilah. “ sedap rupanya rasa air mani “ dan terus menjilat konek yang masih ada saki baki air mani. Konek ku tak jadi nak turun.
“Abang, Iqa nak rasa real dick boleh?”
Iqa pon baring di atas katil dan aku meletakkan konek ku di pussynya. Aqilah yang keletihan tadi terus bersemangat untuk membantu adik kecik nya. Aku memasukkan perlahan2 konek ku, manakala Aqilah menghisap puting Iqa.
“uhhhh lagi sedap dari dildo, ujhh abang sedap nya dick real. sedap nya aqilah jilat”
Iqa pon mula mengila.
selepas sekejap mendayung Iqa merengek , “Iqa nak cumm, iqa nak cumm dekat dick abang ahhhhhhhh”
rasa pussynya semakin berair.
“abang masuk dua2 lubang boleh?”
aku pon memakai strapon panjang tadi dan sapu lubricant di bontot Iqa. Aku memasuk kan konek ku kedalam bontotnya, dan memasukkan dildo kedalam pussynya. Aqilah kini duduk di atas muka Iqa menyuruh nya menjilat pussy. Sambil aku menghenjut lubang2 Iqa, sambil Iqa menjilat pussy Aqilah, sambil aku bercium dengan Aqilah.
“emmmm emmphhhh emphhhh “ Iqa menggengam bontot Aqilah dengan kuat kerana nak cum. Aqilah jugak nak cum akibat dijilat. aku jugak nak cum kerana bontot Iqa terlampau ketat.
kami semua cum serentak. Aqilah, Iqa dan Atikah semua baring keletihan. Kami semua tidur dalam keadan bogel di atas katil ku. Aku tidur bagaikan raja, Atikah memelukku dari kiri, Aqilah memelukku dari kanan, dan Iqa tidur di atasku. Agak rimas, tapi sedap bila tetek mereka menekan badanku. Kami semua terjaga pada esok pagi nya.
Malam dari kejadian dengan kakak aku, aku main dota di PC. Tiba-tiba Aqilah menyapa ku dari belakang
“Lama lagi ke abang main game”
“Jap abang tengah dalam game ni, tunggu abang habis game kejap”
“Tak nak nak sekarang” terus Aqilah memusing sedikit kerusi aku supaya dia boleh melutut di celah kaki ku sementara aku main game.
“Abang main game dulu, biar Aqilah main yang ni” sambil dia meraba konek ku dari luar seluar.
Aku bangun sekejap untuk buka seluar ku sedikit. Aqilah terus menyambar konek ku. Walaupun belum keras dia terus masuk kan kedalam mulut membiarkan konek ku keras didalam mulutnya.
“Sedap nya adik abang ni blowjob”
Sekejap dia blowjob konek, sekejap dia menjilat kepala konek ku, sekejap dia menyedut telur ku. Ngilu, tapi sedap rasanya. Hilang focus aku pada game Dota ku menjadi punca kekalahan.
“Habis abang kalah dah”
“hahaha, sekarang main dengan Aqilah pulak”
Baru kami berdiri, aku mendapat whatsapp dari Atikah, kakak ku.
“Haziq busy tak? Nak sambung kelas petang tadi boleh?”
“Nak try Atikah ke nak fuck Aqilah malam ni?”
Aku pon mendapat idea, better fuck dua2. Aku pon memberitahu Aqilah apa yang terjadi, dan aku explain yang Atikah nak belajar tentang seks, jadi aku mintak untuk dia pon tolong sekali. Jadi aku suruh dia tunggu dulu di bilik sementara aku memujuk Atikah. Aqilah rasa berat, tapi dia setuju sebab dah horny sangat.
“Boleh, Atikah datang bilik Haziq sekarang” aku membalas whatsapp Atikah.
3 minit lepas tu Atikah datang, memakai singlet dan short pants. Body yang solid membuat kan semua asset nya terjojol.
“Seksi rupanya kakak eh” kataku
“Diamlah, kita nak belajar apa malam ni?”
“Kita nak belajar cara untuk fuck, tapi sebelum tu, kita kena bagi turn on dulu, kena ringan2 dulu”
Kami pon berciuman sambil duduk, sambil tangan ku meraba tetek nya. “ Ahhhh, sedap nya kena dekat puting. Main puting akak”
Aku membaringkan kakak ku di katil, dan mengangkat singlet nya, dan terus menjilat puting nya. “ohhhh , ahhhhh sedappp Haziq, sedut kuat2”
“Perlahan sikit suara tu kak, satu rumah dengar nanti”
“sorrry sedap sangat, tak dapat kawal suara”
Lepas tu aku membuka seluarnya, dia cukur bersih pussy dia. Pussy nya lebih tembam dari Aqilah, dan lebih putih. Aku menyuruh nya tutup mulut sementara aku menjilat pussy.
“Ahhhh fuckkk yesss, sedappp Haziq, jilat dalam sikit” kali ni dia bisik perlahan sikit
“Ahhh akak nak terkencing, stop Haziq, stoppppp”
Aku terus menjilat , tak berhenti
“Ahhhhhhh” kaki kakaku menggeletar tanda klimakas.
“Akak rasa macam nak terkencing, tapi rasa sedap”
“Maksudnya tu akak klimaks. Sedap kan? Okay sekarang blowjob Haziq sambil Haziq jilat lagi. Nama posisi 69.”
“Ha macam mana tu”
Aku pon mengajar, posisi 69 tapi Atikah tak mendapat cara untuk baring di atas ku. Sedang dia cuba untuk mencari posisi, Aqilah menepuk bontot Atikah dari belakang.
“Noob lah akak ni”
Atikah terkejut, cuba untuk cover pussy dan teteknya.
“Kitaorang tak buat apa-apa, Aqilah salah tengok ni”
“Aqilah tengok korang tadi sambil lancap lagi, Abang Haziq dah cerita dah yang akak nak belajar, ni Aqilah ajar tolong ajar sekali”
“Akak tak rasa kita patut buat” kata atikah
“Kita dah buat 2 kali dah harini, better habiskan kelas terus” kata ku sambil Aqilah angguk tanda setuju. Atikah pon setuju.
Lalu Aqilah pon menunjukkan cara 69.
“Kepala lelaki kena antara lutut, and adjust ketinggian pussy supaya diorang senang jilat, kalau tak kita je blowjob, diorang tak dapat jilat.”
Kami pon mencuba posisi tu supaya Atikah mendapat gambaran.
“Ahhhh sedap nya Haziq, Jilat dalam lagi”arah Aqilah
Sambil aku menjilat, jari2 ku bermain di lubang bontotnya membuat Aqilah lagi gila.
“Fuckkkk im cumming big brother” Dia memberhenti kan blowjob nya, dan duduk menegak supaya lidah ku boleh masuk lebih dalam.
“Ahhhhhhhh ahhhh” bunyi kesedapan , kaki nya mengeletar.
“ Kalau duduk tegak macam tadi, lidah abang dapat masuk lagi dalam” explain Aqilah pada Atikah.
“Akak cuba pulak” kata aqilah
Atikah terus mengantikan tempat Aqilah, dan terus mendapat posisi yang tepat. Kami mula menjilat. Berselang seli bunyi kesedapan dijilat menyebabkan Aqilah kembali bernafsu. Dia menghilangkan diri dan kembali semula sambil memegang dildo kecik di tangan.
“Seronok dapat tengok porn depan mata ni” kata Aqilah sambil mencari posisi untuk melancap.
Aqilah datang dekat ke Atikah dan menghisap puting Atikah.
“Aaaaqilaahhhh apa nii, kita peeerempuannn”
Aqilah buat tak tau, sambil aku menjilat pussy Atikah, Aqilah menjilat puting Atikah.
“Im cummminggg, ahhhhhhhhhh”
Badan nya mengejang. Dia terbaring di tepi ku tanda sedap.
“Sedapnya dua-dua jilat. Tapi akak tak larat nak kena fuck, cuma dua kali akak dah barai” kata Atikah
“Okay kita puaskan Abang pulak, Aqilah pon dah puas main dildo tadi”
“Nampaknya pussy Atikah aku dapat rasa hari lain jugaklah” kata ku dalam hati
Aqilah mengajak kakaknya rapat ke konek ku
Mereka berdua blowjob konekku. Seorang blowjob telur, seorang hisap telur. mereka saling berganti. Naik gila aku dibuatnya.
“Aqilah, duduk atas muka abang, abang pon nak jilat jugak”
Kami di posisi 69, sementara Atikah menjilat telor ku. Aku memang suka bila Aqilah duduk di muka ku, bontot nya yang kecik seronok di genggam tanganku sambil jari2 ku memakn lubang bontot nya.
Mereka berdua menjilat konek ku serentak, sambil berciuman sesama sendiri bersama konek ku. Tangan Atikah meraba telur ku. Aku pon mula rasa nak cum.
“Nak pancut dalam mulut siapa ?” kataku
“Pancut je dalam mulut Atikah”
Atikah setuju sebab dia pon suka rasa air maniku. Aku mula rasa kejang di kaki.
“Masuk dalam2. Haziq nak cummmmmmmm. Ahhhhhhhh”
Aku memancut kan beberapa das kedalam mulut Atikah.
“Jangan telan dulu, nak jugak” kata Aqilah
Mereka pon berciuman sambil air mani bertukar mulut. Mereka berdua akhirnya menelan, air mani yang terjatuh turut dijilat.
Kami semua puas, semua seronok. Kami membersih kan diri, dan memakai baju semula. Atikah kembali ke bilik nya.
“Aqilah nak tidur dengan abang boleh?”
“Ehh tak video call dengan boyfriend ke?” sebab selalunya dia akan video call dengan boyfriend nya sebelum tidur
“Dah break dah, sebab tu asyik horny je sekarang”
Aku pon setuju untuk tidur dengan adikku Aqilah.
Pagi aku bangun tidur, terkejut aku tengok adik ku Afiqah membuka pintu bilik ku. Aku sedang tidur berpelukan dengan Aqilah.
Afiqah pon gelak “Kakak ni dah besar pon takut tidur seorang. Afiqah nak pinjam sweater abang boleh nak keluar jalan2”
Aku pon mengangguk, dan cuba untuk tenang kerana aku dan Aqilah hanya memakai baju tapi tak pakai seluar di dalam selimut. Aqilah masih lagi tidur.
Selepas dia mengambil baju, dia berhenti di depan pintu bilikku “thank you abang” kemudian muka dia terkejut dan terus keluar dari bilik. Aku bangun dan mengunci pintu bilikku.
Aqilah terjaga dan ternampak batang ku keras.
“ I like what i am seeing, come to mama”
Aku terus menyuakan konek ku ke dalam mulut Aqilah. Aqilah memang adik kesayangan ku. Cantik, manja, nakal, body petite , memang taste aku, nasib tak boleh kahwin dengan adik sendiri je.
“Ahhhh sedap nya mulut adik abang ni” aku deepthroat dalam2 sampai berair mata adikku. Tapi dia suka je aku buat macam tu.
Kemudian aku menyuruh dia baring meniarap, lalu aku menjilat pussy nya. Sambil menjilat aku meraba lubang bontotnya, aku membasahkan jari ku dengan cairan pussy nya, dan cuba memasukkan jari ku kedalam bontotnya.
“Ahhhhh sakit bang, perlahan sikit, ketat lgi lubang bontot Aqilah”
Aku saja mengusik, tak sangka dia suruh aku slowkan je, aku pon mengeluarkan jari ku, dan mula menjilat lubang bontot nya.
“Ahhhh emmmm ujhhh ahhhhh, sedaplah abang, try masukkan jari abang, kalau Aqilah bileh tahan kita main anal”
Senyum sampai ke telinga aku dibuatnya. Aku membasahkan lubang bontotnya cukup2, dan memasukkan jari ku.
“Ahhhhh, kkaaali ni sedapppp.”
Aku keluar masuk jari ku, mata Aqilah naik keatas, hilang mata hitam nya. kemudian aku membasah kan lagi lubang bontot nya dan jari ku, kali aku masuk dua jari pulak.
“Ahhhhhhhh, fuckkk yess, sumpah sesapp abanggg”
Aqilah meronta mintak untuk di fuck. Aku bermain dengan dua jari menunggu dia selesa.
“Dah sedia untuk konek abang pulak”
“Yes daddy, treat me like your fucking slut”
Aku perlahan lahan memasuk kan konek ku di bontot nya. Tiada suara terkeluar, Aqilah cuba menahan sakit.
“Sakit tak sayang”
“Sakit sebab ketat, tapi sedap dia lain macam” kata aqilah perlahan. Aku memasuk kan perlahan lahan sehingga habis.
Sungguh sedap rasanya, lubang bontot adikku, masih ketat, dan lagi sedap bila dia kemut.
“Abang, henjut bontot adik, biar cum dalam bontot adik”
Adikku horny lain macam hari ni. aku mula menhenjut adikku, dia makin mengila kesedapan.
“Ahhh fuckk , ahhh yes daddyyy, fuckk me fuck me”
aku menghenjut perlahan sambil bontot nya mengemut batang ku, terasa sungguh ketat.
sambil aku menghenjut tangan ku meraba tetek yang kecil, dan aku membuat lovebite yang banyak dia belakang lehernya.
Lepas aku bangun tidur, aku rasa macam ada orang naik atas katil aku. Rupanya Aqilah tengah masuk dalam selimut aku. Dia terus meraba konek aku yang tengah morning wood. “Yes dah keras, boleh terus blowjob ni” Kata Aqilah sebelum tarik seluar aku. Maka tertonjol lah konek ku. Dia terus blowjob konek ku. Turun naik kepalanya, sambil tangan nya meramas telurku. Sesekali dia menukar untuk menyedut telur ku, sedap dia sampai ke kepala rasa.
Lepas sepuluh minit blowjob, aku pon cum dalam mulut dia.
“Aqilah nak blowjob je ke, tak nak fuck”
“Tak nak fuck pagi ni, nak rasa air mani abang je”
Mulai haritu, bila aku horny je kitaorng akan fuck atau pon blowjob sampai cum.
Hidup aku di rumah seperti biasa, bila horny cari Aqilah, tapi hubungan kami diluar bilik seperti biasa. Hubungan aku dengan yang lain pon seperti biasa kecuali kakak ku Atikah. Setiap kali aku ternampak dia, dia akan berjauhan dari aku, dan kalau bertembung dia akan senyum sinis dekat aku. “mungkin dia tau apa aku dan Aqilah buat” fikir ku
Satu hari Aku balik kerja awal, cuma ada Atikah di rumah. Aku masuk rumah terus tengok tv di ruang tamu. Sedang aku tngk TV , Atikah duduk di hujung sofa aku duduk.
“Apa Haziq buat malam haritu?” tanya Atikah tiba-tiba
Aku terkejut dengan soalan tu, “Em malam bila?”
“Malam minggu lepas, akak dengar suara perempuan mendesah, cakap sedap”
“ohhh bunyi netflix tu, abang tengok movie malam tu” aku cuba untuk cover line
“Haziq ingat akak bodoh? Akak ngintai ikut bilik Aqilah, akan nampak apa korang buat!”
“Haziq dengan Aqilah terlanjur sekali je kak, please jangan bagitau ibu ayah”
“Kau tak payah menipu, hampir setiap hari korang buat projek, ingat akak tak tau?”
5 minit aku diceramah oleh kakak ku, dan aku cuba untuk meminta maaf dan memujuk supaya kakak ku tak report kepada parents ku.
“Kakak tak report, kalau Haziq tolong kakak” tiba-tiba nada kakak ku melembut
“Haziq kena buat apa”
“Kakak virgin lagi, tapi kakak nak belajar cara buat semua benda tu”
Aku terdiam, kerana kakak ku budak baik. Walaupun badan dia sedap, tetek c-cup dan bontot besar dan padu, dia tak pernah disentuh. Dia tak alim, tapi dia tak minat benda macam ni.
“Tapi kenapa akak nak belajar”
“Akak dah ada boyfriend, tapi nak belajar sikit, takde lah nampak noob sangat. Nak tolong ke tak, kalau tak akak report”
Aku pon merapat kan diri untuk duduk disebelah Atikah, dan cuba mencium nya. Tapi dia mengelak dengan menampar ku. Sakit muka ku ditampar. “Kau sabar jap, memang aku buat kau meraung kena fuck kejap lagi ni” fikir ku dalam otak
“ Ajar jelah, buat apa nak buat” marah kakak ku
“Benda ni tak boleh ajar theori, kena practical. Macam mana nak tau kalau tak practice?”
Kakak meminta maaf dan mengangguk kan kepala tanda setuju.
Aku pon mengajar nya cara bercium. Agak kekok kerana dia memang takde experiance. Selepas aku ajar dan explain, baru dia mula pandai bercium dan bermain lidah.
Muka Atikah mula kemerahan, mungkin sudah horny. Konek ku pon sudah mula mengeras. Aku pon membuka seluar ku, “Sekarang kita belajar blowjob pulak”
Muka dia takut kerana first time melihat konek yang mengeras.
“Akak kena buat apa ni”
“Mula-mula pegang dulu, turun naik kan tangan, grip jangan perlahan sangat, jngn kuat sangat, lepas tu boleh ganti ramas telur pulak”
Tangan nya perlahan untuk memegang kerana takut, tapi dia turuti. Tangan dia lebih lembut dari Aqilah, selepas handjob lesson dah okay, aku menyuruh dia memasuk kedalam mulut.
Dia melutut di depan ku, dan perlahan-lah memasukkan kedalam mulut.
“Auchhhh, jangan pakai gigi” terkejut dan sakit konek ku bila dia masuk terus mengigit sedikit konek ku.
“ehhh sorryyy, habistu macam mana?”
“Jilat2 dulu pakai lidah macam makan lolipop and bibir. ngilu and sakit kalau kena gigi” cakap ku, nasib tak luka adik ku
“Ohhhh baikk boss”
Dia pon menjilat kepala konek ku macam lolipop. Sedap, ngilu, semua ku rasa. Kemudian aku mengajarnya deepthroat. Dia memasuk kan konek ku perlahan-lahan kedalam mulut sampai konek ku hilang. Aku suruh dia repeat laju.
“Ahhhhh sedapnya Kakak blowjob, tangan tu main sekali, baru lagi sedap”
terus tangan dia meramas telurku. Handjob dan blowjob semakin power.
Jam dah menunjuk kan pukul 3, sekejap lgi adik-adik akan balik dari kuliah. Tak sempat aku nak fuck kakak aku hari ni
“Akak, untuk fuck kena hari lain, hari ni kita sempat untuk last lesson je, what to do when a man cum”
“Okay, tapi cum tu apa and nak buat apa?”
“Cum tu bila laki pancut air mani, kalau pancut dalam pussy boleh pregnant kalau tak pakai condom atau ambik pill. Jadi hari ni Haziq ajar cum dalam mulut, tapi kena telan lah”
“Sedap ke?”
“Aqilah suka telan, dia kata sedap”
Atikah pon mula blowjob konek ku sambil handjob.
Turun naik turun naik kepala nya, disilagkan dengan menjilat kepala konek ku. Tak sesedap Aqilah blowjob, tapi cukup untuk membuat aku cum.
“Ahhhhhh sikit lagi kakak, keep going, dont stop” kata aku
“gawkkk gawkkk gawkkk” bunyi dari kakak ku
“Fuckk im cumming, masuk dalam dalam kak”
Muka dia terbeliak nak termuntah bila aku cum dalam tekak terus. Tapi dia menerima semua air mani ku, berdas2 tembakan dalam mulut. Aku tersandar puas. Atikah terbatuk2, nak termuntah.
“Sedap jugak cum ni” cakap Atikah
“That is all the lesson for today, nanti kita belajar cara nak fuck pulak”
“Hujung minggu kita belajar fuck” kata kakak ku
“Tak perlu cari awek dekat party lah minggu ni nampaknya” gelak ku puas hati sambil berjalan bogel naik ke bilik ku.
“Sedap eh dapat blowjob dari kakak, lepas ni kita dilupakan dah lah” tegur Aqilah bila aku lalu biliknya.
Aku terkejut kerana ingat berdua je dirumah. Aqilah memandangku muka merajuk.
Aku masuk kedalam biliknya dan memeluk dalam keadaan bogel. “Blowjob Aqilah jugak paling best” dan aku cuba explain apa terjadi.
“Aqilah okay je nak share abang, dari kakak buat dengan orang tak kenal, baik abang yang puaskan”
Aku senyum saja.
“Malam ni Aqilah punya turn pulak, horny tengok korang tadi”
“Okay manja abang, boleh”
Aku menampar bontot kecik nya sebelum berlalu ke bilik ku.
Nama aku Haziq, umur 25, tak berisi tapi tak keding, muka pon so-so je. Aku anak ke 2 dari 4 beradik. Sorang je laki. Kakak ku, Atikah 26, dan adikku Aqilah 23, dan Afiqah 20
Aku bekerja di KL sebagai seorang agent consultant. Hidupku mewah, bergaji 5 angka yang menjadi punca aku hidup bebas. Umur muda bawa BMW, hujung minggu takde client, malam party cari awek.
Aku start ketagih seks selepas kawan aku Zack, Dj club juga client aku, mengajak untuk join show dia sebagai hadiah. Malam di club tu aku kenal dengan satu perempuan nama Nel, start dari situ aku ketagih. Setiap minggu party, mencari perempuan untuk difuck, setiap minggu orang lain, kecuali kalau diorang pandai gelek. Taste aku semua sama, free hair, petite, ada daddy issue, semua senang makan.
But untuk kali ni, aku nak cerita tentang sumbang mahram, aku dengan adik beradik ku.
Aku still duduk dengan family aku, di Bangsar. Rumah besar 5 bilik. Seorang satu bilik. Bilik aku ada sambungan toilet dengan adik aku Aqilah. Bilik kakak aku sambungan toilet dengan Afiqah.
Bulan 12 Aqilah masuk ke bilik aku, “ abang, Aqilah nak join party new year, tapi nak shopping baju, nak duit boleh” memujuk ku sambil jari nya mengedik di bahuku. Aqilah memang manja dengan ku, kulit gelap, petite, gedik memang taste aku, tapi sebab dia adik aku tak pernah terfikir nak fuck adik sendiri. “berapa ?” jawab ku. “1000 boleh ?” tanya adikku . Terkejut aku dengar sebab selalu nya mintak 100-200 ringgit je.
“Awek aku pon tak pernah dapat sampai seribu” kata ku.
“Alah boleh lah abang” sambil dia memeluk ku. Terasa tetek A cup di bicep ku, pipi dia di pipiku. Terus aku lemah
“saaaaayanggggg abang” sambil cuba mencium pipiku.
aku mengelak tapi terus tercium mulut. Aqilah terkejut, aku pon terkejut. Tapi dia happy sebab dapat duit, terus keluar bilik sambil melompat happy. Sempat aku tengok bontot kecik dia dalam short pant. Nafsu aku pon terus membuak selepas ciuman tu. Aku terus bernafsu dengan adik ku.
Malam tu, selepas main game di PC , aku pon mengambil towel untuk mandi dan masuk ke toilet. Terkejut aku ternampak Aqilah baru habis mandi dan baru nak capai towel.
Ternampak lah tetek comel, puting kecik berwarna coklat. Bulu pussy nipis. Aku terpaku , Aqilah pon terpaku. Kemudian dia capai towel macam tak ada apa berlaku. “Abang yang tengok tak pe, jangan melancap bayangkan Aqilah pulak”
Konek aku terus stim, dia pon keluar toilet. Aku terus bukak shower sambil otak ku masih jelas menampakkan tetek dan pussy dia. Aku terus horny, nak mencari fuck stranger ke keluar party dulu, nak contact yang pernah keluar rumah. Aku pon decide untuk melancap je. Tiba-tiba Aqilah masuk balik dalam toilet sebab tertinggal vape. Aku terkejut, tapi dia gelak. “Terkejut dapat tengok tadi sampai tak kunci pintu. Sekarang adil dua2 dapat tengok”.
“Aqilah ingat tak haritu masa Aqilah pinjam duit, abang cakap abang nak something”
“Abang nak apa?”
“Abang nak tengok lagi boleh? sambil abang lancap?”
“Tapi Aqilah kan adik abang”
“Tapi tadi Aqilah kata kalau abang tengok tak apa” sambil aku memujuk nya.
“Nak Aqilah buat apa”
Aku pon menarik towel nya dan menyuruh dia mengusap pussy dia sambil aku melancap. Mata Aqilah memandang konek ku dengan muka yang berahi. Aku memandang kelakuan nya, dan kemudian memandang matanya. Mata kami berpaut, kami berdua penuh nafsu. Aku menghentikan lancap, dia pon berhenti. Aku mengambil selangkah kehadapan dan terus memegang lehernya dan mencium. Dia pon memeluk leherku dan menerima ciuman ku.
Sambil bercium, sambil air shower menuruni badanku. Kami bercium penuh nafsu. Balas membalas ciuman, bermain lidah sambil berpelukan. Tiba-tiba dia berhenti, “tapi Aqilah adik abang”. “Takpe, abang janji abang jaga Aqilah”.
Kami terus sambung membalas ciuman. Tangan ku meraba tetek kecilnya. Tangan Aqilah meraba telur ku. Aku menghisap puting kecil dia. “Ahhhh, sedap” bisik manja Aqilah. Tangan kiri didik tetek kiri, mulutku di tetek kanan. “Aqilah nak hisap, tapi tak nak dekat sini” aku pon menarik nya ke bilik ku, sebelum kami ke katil, kami lap kering2 dulu badan.
Aku duduk di tepi katil, Aqilah melutut di atas lantai didepan ku. Aku memegang rambut dia yang panjang, sambil tangan nya memegang konek ku, dia menghisap konek ku. slrrrpp slrrpppp bunyi konek ku disedut. Dia jilat kepala ku, dia masuk kedalam. “ Ni bukan first time ni” kata ku. Aqilah terhenti dan gelak malu.
Dia sambung sedut telur ku sambil handjob konekku. Matanya memandang mataku sambil dia menjilat. Memang slutty habis. Aku mengangkatnya untuk baring di atas katil. Aku pulak duduk di atas lantai, aku menjilat pussy dia yang berbulu nipis. Pussy melayu, tak pink tapi tak hitam . Pandai dia menjaga. “Ahhhh sedap, dalam lagi abang” bisik Aqilah. Risau aku kalau keluarga ku yang lain mendengar.
Aku menyuruh Aqilah menjaga suara takut yang lain terdengar. Aku menjilat pussynya, sampai aku dapat rasa pussy ada lendir. Payau tapi sedap, air yang sentiasa aku suka walaupun pelik rasanya, sentiasa ketagih. Aku menyuruh dia baring sambil lutut didada. Kini ternampak pussy dan lubang bontot nya. Aku menjilat dua2, terketar2 badan nya.
“Aqilah nak fuck , Aqilah tak tahan” aku menyuruh Aqilah mengekakalkan posisi, sambil aku menyuakan konek ku di pussy nya. terlintas di fikiran ku, dia adik ku, tapi aku tak kisah, aku dah hoeny melampau.
Aku masuk kan konek ku, sungguh senang walaupun sempit. Sah bukan dara. Aku menduyung depan ke belakang , bermula dari perlahan sehingga makin laju. “Ahhhh sedap nya abang” beberapa kali terkeluar dari mulutnya.
“Keeeeep gooooingggg, im gonna cummm”
“Ahhhhhhhh” . Aqilah klimaks, aku masih belum. Masih penuh nafsu dekat adik ku. aku menyuruh adik ku baring meniarap sambil aku meletakkan bantal di bawah pussy, bontot menaik sedikit. Aku pon menyuakan konek ku, tapi saja aku menyua di lubang bontot. “ Jilat bontot boleh, fuck bontot tak boleh” kata Aqilah. aku pon memasuk kan sekali konek ku di bontot Aqilah, “Ahhhhhhh, sedap nya dick abang” aku merebah badan ku di atas badan dia. Tangan kanan aku mencekik leher nya. Sama seperti tadi, dari perlahan semakin laju. Tapi kali ni, dia cum lagi laju. “Ahhhhh im cumming again” lepas dia klimaks, aku still sambung tak stop, badan dia terketar2 sambil aku mencekik manja lehernya. Mata hitam nya hilang bagai di rasuk. Kemudian dia suruh aku berhenti sebab dia dah puas.
Sebelum aku ingin menghabis kan adegan, aku menyuruh dia meletakkan tangan tinggi, aku merapatkan muka ku ke ketiak kiri dia. Dia pelik aku ada nafsu terhadap ketiak. Bau badan yang sedap walaupun lepas mandi, aku menjilat penuh rakus. sambil aku menjilat, tangan kanan nya melancap konek ku. “Abang nak cum dah”
Terus dia memasukkan konek ku di dalam mulut. sambil masuk ke dalam. crrttt crtttt 5 das tembakan
“Ahhhhhhhhhh” aku mendesah kesedapan.
Semua di tembak di dalam mulut, semua di telan. saki baki tinggal di konek ku juga di jilat. “Kalau abang nak lagi , abang bagitau Aqilah tau” pesan adik ku sebelum bergerak ke bilik melalui toilet.
Aku baring letih, kesedapan. Aku mencapai baju, malas nak mandi balik, dan keluar bilik.
Ternampak Atikah di depan bilik nya, sambil senyum sinis dekat aku. “Dia dengar ke apa aku dan Aqilah buat”
After shah buatkan I squirt, shah minta I untuk BJ. I start hisap kote shah yg makin keras dan panjang, air mazi shah rasa salty but sedap. Ni 1st time I blowjob kote lelaki, mula-mula shah cakap geli sebab terkena gigi I so I dah mula pandai control supaya tak kena gigi and I BJ sampai meleleh air liur dekat telur shah. Sambil I BJ I dapat rasa shah kemut and penuh kote shah dalam mulut I. After a few minutes shah pegang kepala I and tekan kuat². I hampir termuntah sebab kote shah sampai ke anak tekak I. I buat macam² dekat kote shah tapi shah belum tewas I main lidah dekat lubang kencing shah, I cucuk² lubang kencing shah and shah moan non stop.
After I dah bosan I bangun and duduk atas shah, I nak masukkan kote shah dalam pussy I but shah cakap:
SHAH: jap sayang jangan masukkan, nah sayangg pakaikan dulu baby condom ni.
ME: okeyyy biy tahu nak buat macam mana hehe( I turun and pakaikan shah condom dgn mulut I, condom yang shah pakai tu rasa strawberry)
I start masukkan kote shah dalam pussy, I rasa sakit sangat² sebab this my 1st time fuck. Shah cakap dia dapat rasa dara I pecah and a few seconds shah cakap pussy I berdarah but I teruskan henjut kote shah yang keras dan panjang macam timun. I henjut kote shah macam ride a horse sambil eye contact and shah ramas² tetek I. Shah suruh I stop sebab nak lap dulu darah I, shah calitkan darah tadi dekat kening I and dia lap dengan wet tissue.
Last but not least, shah doggy I atas katil pussy I rasa makin sedap. Shah hentak dari belakang kuat² sampai senak and I nak moan, shah ambil short yang dia pakai and tutup mulut I supaya my family tak dengar. Shah tarik rambut I and ramas² tetek I yang melantun². Shah mula rasa nak pancut and kitorang kiss dulu and I cakap:
ME: Baby pancut dalam pussy sayangg puas².UHMMM YES BABY SEDAPNYA BATANG BABY I NI.
Shah henjut laju² and kitorang orgasm together badan I kejang and badan I ketar² sambil I squirt sebelum shah pancut. Shah pancut banyak and I rasa air mani shah panas and berdenyut² kote shah dalam pussy I. Shah tak cabut and I rasa lemah tak berdaya nak bangun shah tanamkan kote dia ynang penuh dgn air mani tadi sambil kiss I dalam position doggy tadi.
SHAH: Thank you sayang( sambil cabut kote dari pussy)
ME: Hmm baby ni, baby dah amek dara sayang.
SHAH: it's okey sayang baby kan nak kawin dengan sayang nanti( cubit puting I and tinggalkan love bite dekat tetek kanan I)
I bangun and masuk dalam bilik mandi, I tak sempat tutup pintu shah tolak badan I kedinding bilik mandi and kiss again. I perasan kote shah keras balik and belum cabut condom yang dia pakai. I melutut and cabut condom dari kote shah, air mani shah bertakung separuh dalam condom tu and shah nak I telan semua yang dia pancut tadi. I rasa mual mula² I perasan kote shah keras and I blowjob, sedut saki baki air mani dalam batang shah and I lancap laju² and ramas² telur shah supaya pancut lagi. After a few minutes shah pancut dalam mulut I banyak sampai meleleh keluar dari mulut. I telan semua yang shah pancut termasuk dalam condom, air mani shah rasa manis and bau pandan sebab shah tak merokok or vaping.
We keep kissing and hugging sambil mandi sampailah habis. I suruh shah balik kebilik sebab dah nak subuh and shah oakai semula short yang dia pakai and just pakai set bikini and shah ambil beberaba gambar I with that bikini sebelum dia balik bilik dia di bawah rumah I. This is how dara I diambil oleh ex boyfriend yang paling I sayang. After 3 years we break up, bukan sebab shah curang tapi selalu sangat bergaduh and makin lama tawar hati. Teruna shah pun I yang dapat, shah tak pernah fuck any girl before this and I perempuan pertama yang shah fuck.
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Hi everyone 🤗 1st my name is qiss(not real name) umur I sekarang 21 and stay dkt kedah. Hot story I ni berlaku sewaktu I umur 19, dara I diambil oleh ex boyfriend yang paling I sayang sangat². Cerita ni memang betul² terjadi dkt I and punca I jadi addicted untuk fuck.I seorang girl yang freehair and rambut I warna cranberry red. I naughty dan horny, waktu kecil dulu I selalu curious dan selalu discover benda yang pelik².
Straight to the point, masa tu I dgn ex boyfriend I nama shah( not real name) dah 2 tahun couple. Our 1st dating is clean just pegang² tangan, but this thing happen at our 2nd dating. Shah ambil I dirumah I area Alor Setar and kitorang tengok wayang malam tu dekat GSC Aman Central, everything also clean waktu tu. Waktu shah nak hantar I balik kitorang ada beli makanan untuk family I and kitorang makan ramai². Around pukul 11 lebih dia nak balik but my parent decide suruh dia stay rumah I and esok balik disebabkan rumah shah dekat Sungai Petani. Rumah I 2 tingkat and bilik my parent dengan bilik I tingkat atas bilik shah tu just letak kain baju but ada 1 katil untuk visitor.
I selalu tidur bogel but sometimes just pakai singlet and panties dan bilik I tak pernah kunci. Around pukul 3 pagi I terjaga sebab phone I tak berhenti bunyi, I just buat tak tahu and sambung tidur. Tiba² I rasa ada sesuatu yang tengah selak selimut I, I buka mata and lampu dan perasan shah tengah selak selimut tu. I terus bangun and tanya
ME: why baby tak tidur lagi???
SHAH: biy tak boleh tidur sayang.(Sambil buka baju dia)
ME:eh baby buat apa ni?
SHAH: biy rasa panas lah sayangg, biy takut tidur bilik bawah tu sorang².
ME: baby ni kan ada ja benda yang tak kena, meh sini.( Sambil i selak selimut ajak shah masuk)
waktu I selak selimut tu I lupa yang I selalu tidur bogel. Shah terkejut dan terdiam tengok tetek I. Badan I kecik baju saiz M but tetek I saiz 38D tetek I jenis bulat sebab I selalu urut waktu mandi atau guna breast massager sapu Vaseline campur olive oil sebelum tidur. Shah diam and masuk dalam selimut and I tutup lampu. Shah peluk I dari belakang and I try to sleep, tiba² I rasakan kote shah mengeras belakang badan I. I terangsang dan buatkan badan I semakin hangat, slowly shah main puting I, I jadi tak tentu arah then I pusing kearah shah and terus shah kiss I, kitorang kiss sampai menitik air liur kena bantal I. Kote shah keras sampai I dapat rasa kote shah menyucuk area pussy I. Sewaktu kitorang kiss I masukkan tangan dalam short yang shah tengah pakai and I cari kote dia, kote shah besar, tak gelap sangat, clean shave dan panjang I rasa around 9 inci and besar sama macam botol deodorant. I lancapkan kote shah and shah makin rakus main lidah I. Suasana dalam bilik I jadi makin hangat, kitorang stop kiss and I buang selimut tepi katil shah bangun and dia ambil something dalam poket seluar sebelum I bogelkan dia. Badan shah solid tinggi dia around 18+ and ada muscle sebab dia aktif sports. I bangun dari katil I kunci pintu, on ambient light and pasang humidifier untuk jadikan permainan kitorang lebih hangat
I tarik tangan shah and I suruh dia duduk atas kerusi, I duduk atas shah sambil gosokkan pussy dekat kote shah. We continue kissing and I handjob kote dia, shah moan while kissing and makin kuat nafas dia bila I main lubang kencing dia dgn kuku I. Around 5 minutes shah stop kissing and dia slowly pergi leher I, dia main² leher I and last shah tinggalkan 1 love bite dkt leher kiri I. I stop lancap and I peluk shah biarkan tetek I yg gebu dan bulat tu dekat muka dia. Shah bau tetek I yg wangi and start hisap puting I yg dah keras. Puting I coklat gelap and areola I tebal macam ibu yang tgh menyusu maybe sebab I selalu guna massager tu. Shah hisap kiri dan kanan puting I. Badan I rasa macam kena renjatan and I main² rambut shah.
I dapat rasa pussy I makin basah and kitorang sambung atas katil. Shah baringkan and kankangkan I and dia sapu gel( orgasmic gel) dekat kelentit I, and I hilang arah. Shah start fingering pussy I shah terus masukkan 3 jari
ME: arghhhh babyyy, sakitt!!!
SHAH: shhh jangan kuat² sayang nanti family sayang dengar.(Suara manja, I jadi makin terangsang bila dengar suara manja shah)
ME: sakit biyy tak tipu( air mata I menitik)
SHAH: sayangg janganlah nangis awal ja sakit nanti sedap, trust me.( I tak pernah masukkan 3 jari I akan start 1 and then 2 jari but tak masukkan habis just buatkan I rasa sedap sebab kadang² I rasa ngilu)
shah finggering slow awal² and lama² makin laju buatkan I rasa sedap dan nak terkencing.
SHAH: sedap sayang?( Pussy I basah sangat² and bunyi finggering shah buatkan dia makin horny)
ME: biyy I nak kencing, stop biyy. Please baby I tak tahan
SHAH: jangan tahan just let it out
ME: ARGHHHH UMPHHHH BABYYYYY I NAK PANCUTT!!!( Badan I kejang and 1 badan I shaking)
I pancutkan squirt I dekat badan shah, banyak I pancut and berkali² keluar non stop. Lepas dah stop shah main kelentit I ganas buatkan I rasa nak squirt lagi...
After shah buatkan I squirt, shah minta I untuk BJ. I start hisap kote shah yg makin keras dan panjang, air mazi shah rasa salty but sedap. Ni 1st time I blowjob kote lelaki, mula-mula shah cakap geli sebab terkena gigi I so I dah mula pandai control supaya tak kena gigi and I BJ sampai meleleh air liur dekat telur shah. Sambil I BJ I dapat rasa shah kemut and penuh kote shah dalam mulut I. After a few minutes shah pegang kepala I and tekan kuat². I hampir termuntah sebab kote shah sampai ke anak tekak I. I buat macam² dekat kote shah tapi shah belum tewas I main lidah dekat lubang kencing shah, I cucuk² lubang kencing shah and shah moan non stop.
After I dah bosan I bangun and duduk atas shah, I nak masukkan kote shah dalam pussy I but shah cakap:
SHAH: jap sayang jangan masukkan, nah sayangg pakaikan dulu baby condom ni.
ME: okeyyy biy tahu nak buat macam mana hehe( I turun and pakaikan shah condom dgn mulut I, condom yang shah pakai tu rasa strawberry)
I start masukkan kote shah dalam pussy, I rasa sakit sangat² sebab this my 1st time fuck. Shah cakap dia dapat rasa dara I pecah and a few seconds shah cakap pussy I berdarah but I teruskan henjut kote shah yang keras dan panjang macam timun. I henjut kote shah macam ride a horse sambil eye contact and shah ramas² tetek I. Shah suruh I stop sebab nak lap dulu darah I, shah calitkan darah tadi dekat kening I and dia lap dengan wet tissue.
Last but not least, shah doggy I atas katil pussy I rasa makin sedap. Shah hentak dari belakang kuat² sampai senak and I nak moan, shah ambil short yang dia pakai and tutup mulut I supaya my family tak dengar. Shah tarik rambut I and ramas² tetek I yang melantun². Shah mula rasa nak pancut and kitorang kiss dulu and I cakap:
ME: Baby pancut dalam pussy sayangg puas².UHMMM YES BABY SEDAPNYA BATANG BABY I NI.
Shah henjut laju² and kitorang orgasm together badan I kejang and badan I ketar² sambil I squirt sebelum shah pancut. Shah pancut banyak and I rasa air mani shah panas and berdenyut² kote shah dalam pussy I. Shah tak cabut and I rasa lemah tak berdaya nak bangun shah tanamkan kote dia ynang penuh dgn air mani tadi sambil kiss I dalam position doggy tadi.
SHAH: Thank you sayang( sambil cabut kote dari pussy)
ME: Hmm baby ni, baby dah amek dara sayang.
SHAH: it's okey sayang baby kan nak kawin dengan sayang nanti( cubit puting I and tinggalkan love bite dekat tetek kanan I)
I bangun and masuk dalam bilik mandi, I tak sempat tutup pintu shah tolak badan I kedinding bilik mandi and kiss again. I perasan kote shah keras balik and belum cabut condom yang dia pakai. I melutut and cabut condom dari kote shah, air mani shah bertakung separuh dalam condom tu and shah nak I telan semua yang dia pancut tadi. I rasa mual mula² I perasan kote shah keras and I blowjob, sedut saki baki air mani dalam batang shah and I lancap laju² and ramas² telur shah supaya pancut lagi. After a few minutes shah pancut dalam mulut I banyak sampai meleleh keluar dari mulut. I telan semua yang shah pancut termasuk dalam condom, air mani shah rasa manis and bau pandan sebab shah tak merokok or vaping.
We keep kissing and hugging sambil mandi sampailah habis. I suruh shah balik kebilik sebab dah nak subuh and shah oakai semula short yang dia pakai and just pakai set bikini and shah ambil beberaba gambar I with that bikini sebelum dia balik bilik dia di bawah rumah I. This is how dara I diambil oleh ex boyfriend yang paling I sayang. After 3 years we break up, bukan sebab shah curang tapi selalu sangat bergaduh and makin lama tawar hati. Teruna shah pun I yang dapat, shah tak pernah fuck any girl before this and I perempuan pertama yang shah fuck.
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