This is a fictional story written for entertainment purposes only. It does not represent real events, or advice.
I had this one pretty much finished. I figured I might as well releasse it before finals.
Jacob's hands moved with a practiced economy, the ropes sliding through his palms like old friends. Less than two months ago, every knot tied, every sail secured, had buzzed with a quiet, electric anticipation. He would picture her here, Eleanor, her head thrown back in laughter as the salt spray kissed her face. The catamaran, their vessel of freedom, was supposed to be their world for a year. A second honeymoon on the endless blue.
But the blue now seemed vast and empty, a mirror for the hollow space in his chest. A month ago, a drunk driver had erased that future in a screech of tires and shattering glass. The call had come while he was here, on this same deck, the phone feeling like a shard of ice against his ear. Going home afterwards had been a descent into a silent, beige-colored hell. Every room held her ghost. The trip, once a celebration, was now an escape. A necessary exorcism.
He finished the final checks, the metallic click of a latch sounding unnaturally loud in the harbor's evening quiet. The drive home was a blur of streetlights bleeding into one another. Then, a jolt of surprise. Minju's little hatchback, usually tucked away at her college apartment, was parked askew in the driveway, a splash of defiant yellow against the muted gray of the house.
The front door hadn't fully closed behind him when a body launched itself from the living room archway. "Dad!"
It was Minju, all kinetic energy and relieved laughter, her arms locked around his neck, legs wrapping around his waist. She clung to him like a child, shrieking with the pure joy of being finished with finals. "I'm free! We can do everything this summer! Remember? That little beach town, the festival, all of it!"
Jacob staggered back, his hands instinctively bracing her back, the sudden weight and warmth of her a stark, jarring contrast to the cold emptiness he'd been nursing. He breathed in the familiar scent of her shampoo, something floral and bright, and his throat felt tight. He couldn't do it. He couldn't crush that light in her eyes, not yet. He just held her, swaying slightly, a silent anchor in her storm of happiness.
"Dad? You okay? You look a million miles away," she said, finally sliding back to her feet, her hands still on his shoulders.
He forced a smile that felt like cracking porcelain. "Just tired babygirl Long day." He guided her into the kitchen, the space feeling marginally safer, more neutral.
"I was thinking," he began, leaning against the counter, the cool laminate a small comfort against his palms. "About the boat."
Minju's eyes lit up, her expression softening with understanding. "Oh, Dad. We don't have to. It's okay if you want to sell it. I know what it represented."
"No," Jacob said, a little too quickly. "That's just it. I need to go. I need to... get away from here. From the house." He looked around the kitchen, at the coffee mug still bearing Eleanor's favorite lipstick stain on the rim he hadn't been able to wash away. "I'm leaving tomorrow. For the year."
Minju's cheerful facade crumbled. "Tomorrow? But... alone?" The word hung in the air between them, heavy with implication. "Dad, you can't. Not by yourself."
"It's better than being here," he countered, his voice low and weary. "At least out there, I'll be moving."
A beat of silence. Minju stared at him, her gaze darting between his exhausted face and the ghost of her mother's presence in the room. An idea, fierce and sudden, ignited behind her eyes. "Then I'm coming with you."
Jacob let out a short, humorless laugh. "Minju, don't be ridiculous. You have college."
"I'm taking a gap year," she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I've been thinking about it anyway. This... this just makes it make sense. We can be sad together. We can heal together. We can remember her together, out on the water she loved. Please, Dad. Don't go alone. Let me come with you."
He looked at his daughter, truly looked at her. The set of her jaw was so much like her mother's. The same unwavering resolve. The thought of facing the crushing emptiness of the ocean alone for a year had felt like a death sentence. But with Minju... the horizon looked a little less like an abyss. It looked like a possibility. He let out a long, shuddering breath, the fight draining out of him.
"Okay," he whispered, the word feeling both like a surrender and a lifeline. "Okay."
***
The next morning, the sun was a pale, watery gold spilling over the marina, glinting off the masts of a hundred sleeping boats. Jacob and Minju stood on the dock, the catamaran—now their shared home—bobbing gently beside them.
The catamaran was less a boat and more a piece of sculpted future parked on the water. Its hulls were fashioned from a metallic silver carbon fiber that drank the morning light, giving it the appearance of something not quite terrestrial. The design was brutally minimalist, all aerodynamic curves and sharp, clean lines that promised speed and efficiency. Above the main deck, an expansive flybridge offered a panoramic view of the world through tinted wraparound glazing, a transparent bubble of luxury. The ultra-wide stance of its dual hulls suggested stability and space, and integrated teak stairs swept down to a hydraulic swim platform, already submerged just enough to kiss the glassy surface of the water. Between the hulls at the bow, a sturdy trampoline net stretched taut, a prime spot for two to sprawl under the stars and watch the sea slip by below. It was their ark, their sanctuary, their sterile, beautiful escape pod from a world that had suddenly become too loud, too painful.
Jacob watched Minju take it all in, her initial excitement now tempered by the reality of their departure. The duffel bags containing their hastily packed lives sat by their feet.
"Ready?" he asked, his voice rougher than he intended.
Minju nodded, her gaze fixed on the vessel. "It's beautiful, Dad. Mom would have loved it."
The mention of Eleanor was a small, sharp stone in Jacob's shoe. He cleared his throat, gesturing toward the teak stairs. "After you."
As they boarded, the solid feel of the deck underfoot was both grounding and terrifying. The boat felt huge, cavernous even with just the two of them. Minju immediately darted towards the bow, her shoes thudding lightly on the netting between the hulls. "Whoa! This is so cool!"
Jacob followed more slowly, his hands trailing along the cool carbon fiber of the cabin wall. He went below deck, stepping into the open-concept galley and saloon. The space was a masterclass in minimalist design, all pale woods, brushed steel, and more of that pervasive, panoramic glazing. It was immaculate. It was also lifeless. He ran a hand over the countertop, expecting to find a speck of dust, a forgotten bit of breakfast cereal—some small sign of the life that was supposed to have been lived here. There was nothing. He had cleaned it himself after she died, scrubbing away every last trace of their shared dream.
He found Minju back on the flybridge, running her hands over the helm controls with a reverence usually reserved for holy relics.
"So, where do I sleep?" Minju asked, her earlier cheerfulness returning as she bounced on the balls of her feet.
Jacob paused, a knot tightening in his stomach. He'd forgotten this. In the original plans, there had been no need for separate quarters. "This way," he said, leading her back towards the aft section of the vessel.
He pushed open a sliding door and revealed the main cabin. It was dominated by a single, massive king-size bed, dressed in crisp white linens that seemed to gleam in the soft light filtering through the wraparound windows. The bed took up most of the space in the room, a sprawling, plush island of comfort surrounded by built-in storage and a small, elegant desk.
Minju stopped in the doorway, her smile faltering for a fraction of a second. "Oh. Just... one bed?"
"It's a catamaran, Minju," Jacob said, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. "Space is a luxury. This was the master cabin. The other hull has a couple of smaller berths, but they're mostly for storage now." He gestured vaguely towards the bow. "I can take one of those. You take the bed."
Minju walked into the cabin, her fingers trailing over the foot of the bed. The crisp, hotel-like feel of it was strange. It didn't feel like a family boat. It felt like a luxury charter they were borrowing. "Don't be silly, Dad. We can share. It's huge. We used to cuddle all the time when I was little."
Jacob's throat felt dry. That was different. That was when she was a child, all scraped knees and nightmares. Now, she was a woman, with the same determined set to her jaw as her mother, and the unfamiliar landscape of their grief was already blurring boundaries. "I don't know, Minju. You're a grown woman now."
"And you're my dad," she said, turning to face him, her expression soft but firm. "I'm not asking you to spoon me. I'm just saying it's a big bed and we're both sad and a little scared. I'd... I'd feel better if you were close by. Please?"
He looked at her, at the raw vulnerability she was trying so hard to hide behind a brave face, and he knew he couldn't say no. He couldn't exile himself to a cramped, dark berth while she slept in this lonely palace. Not now. Not when they were all they had left.
Jacob agreed to share the bed, and with that unspoken pact sealed, they cast off the lines. The marina slipped away, the shore receding until it was just a thin, green smudge on the horizon, and then nothing at all. For five days, the world dissolved into the rhythmic rock of the waves and the endless, shifting blue of the sea. A routine settled in. Jacob, finding purpose in the mechanics of navigation, would spend hours at the helm, lost in charts and radar. Minju, shedding the anxieties of her finals like an old skin, claimed the trampoline net at the bow as her personal domain. She would sprawl there, a book in her lap, but more often than not, she was simply watching, her face turned up to the sky. She was meticulous about sunscreen, protecting her pale, almost translucent skin from the sun's avid gaze, preferring to admire the light rather than be marked by it.
On the sixth day, the stillness was broken by the thrill of the catch. Jacob battled a sizable tuna for nearly twenty minutes, the line singing tautly through the water, his muscles burning with the strain. He finally hauled it aboard, a gleaming, silver prize flopping on the deck. He cleaned it at the stern, the salt water washing the blood from his hands, a primal satisfaction warming him. Tonight, they would eat well.
Wiping his hands on a towel, he turned towards the cabin, intending to grab a beer from the fridge. The automatic door slid open with a soft hiss. And he stopped dead.
There, on the vast, white expanse of the king-size bed, was Minju. She was on her back, completely topless, her skin looking like poured cream against the crisp linens. A book was held aloft in one hand, her arm forming a graceful curve that framed the soft swell of her breast. The only thing she wore was the bottom half of a skimpy, side-tie bikini, a tiny scrap of emerald green fabric that did little to cover the gentle curve of her hips.
The sight hit him like a physical blow. It wasn't just that she was naked from the waist up; it was the casual, unselfconscious way she inhabited her own body. The afternoon light filtering through the tinted windows seemed to trace every contour, every subtle shadow. She was breathtakingly beautiful, a perfect composition of youthful grace. And he was her father. A hot, shameful jolt of electricity shot through him, a sudden, undeniable hardness straining against the fabric of his shorts. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly a desert. With a quick, furtive movement, he adjusted himself, angling his body just so as he stepped inside, trying to hide the evidence of a reaction that felt both alien and terrifyingly potent.
He cleared his throat, the sound harsh in the quiet cabin. "Minju?" His own voice was a stranger's, strained and tight.
She lowered her book, her eyes blinking as she adjusted to the focus. "Hey! Any luck?"
Jacob's gaze flickered away from her face, landing on the book cover before snapping back to the window, anywhere but at the soft curves on display. "Yeah. Got a couple of nice snappers. Figured we'd grill them tonight." He forced a casual tone, but the words felt like stones in his mouth. "What, ah... what are you doing?"
She looked down at herself as if noticing her state of undress for the first time. "Oh. This?" She gave a little shrug, the gesture causing a movement that he tracked from the corner of his eye. "It's hot. And these tan lines are a nightmare to even out. It's just more comfortable." She propped herself up on her elbows, the book forgotten in her lap. "It's not a big deal, Dad. You've seen me naked plenty of times."
Jacob felt a bead of sweat trace a path down his temple. That was true. He had. He'd changed her diapers, bathed her when she was too small to stand, walked in on her a hundred times as a teenager. But this was different. This was a woman's body, not a little girl's. The memory of her as a child, all gangly limbs and scraped knees, warred with the immediate, undeniable reality of the woman before him. He felt a familiar guilt, hot and acid, coiling in his gut. He should look away. He must look away.
"I know," he managed, the words scraping out. "It's just... we're in close quarters. Maybe you could... I don't know, put a shirt on?" He immediately regretted it. The request sounded accusatory, prudish. He was the one with the problem, not her.
Minju's expression shifted, the carefree ease tightening into something else. A flicker of hurt, or perhaps confusion. "Why? Does it bother you?"
"No," he lied, the word sounding brittle even to his own ears. "It's just... I'm your father."
A heavy silence settled between them, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioning and the gentle slap of waves against the hull. Minju stared at him, her head tilted, her gaze suddenly piercing, as if she was seeing past the flimsy excuse he'd offered. She saw the tension in his shoulders, the way he refused to meet her eyes, the faint sheen of sweat on his brow. He was a terrible liar.
Slowly, Minju sat up, the movement fluid and unhurried. She didn't rush to cover herself. Instead, she held his gaze, and for a terrifying second, Jacob felt like she could see straight through him, past the facade of paternal concern and into the confusing, shameful turmoil churning within. The small, knowing smile that touched her lips was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a placid agreeability that felt worse.
"Okay," she said softly. "I'll try to remember." She swung her legs over the side of the bed, giving him a full, unobstructed view of her back as she reached for a light cotton camisole lying on a nearby chair. She pulled it on, the thin fabric doing little to mask the shape of her beneath.
The relief Jacob felt was immediate and immense, a tidal wave washing away the burning shame. "Alright," he said, his voice still a little unsteady. "I'm, uh, I'm going to get those snappers on the grill. I'll call you when they're ready."
He didn't wait for a reply, turning and all but fleeing the cabin, the automatic door sighing shut behind him, sealing her inside and him out. He leaned against the cool metal of the hull, sucking in a deep breath of salty air. The sun on his face felt like a reproach. What was wrong with him? He was a father grieving.
About thirty minutes later, the rich, savory scent of grilled fish and garlic butter drifted through the open doors of the catamaran. "Minju! Dinner's ready!" Jacob called out, the words carried away by the sea breeze.
She appeared, and Jacob felt the tension in his shoulders ease. This time, she had put on a simple white t-shirt, the thin cotton a welcome, albeit flimsy, barrier hovering over her small emrald bikini bottom. The setting sun caught the fabric, making it almost translucent, hinting at the soft shadows beneath, but it was a vast improvement over the stark reality from before. They sat at the small outdoor table, the grilled snappers flaking apart under their forks, the cold beer a welcome relief against the warm evening air.
They talked easily at first, about the taste of the fish, about the strange beauty of an endless horizon, about the absurdity of her final exams. But then Minju’s tone shifted, her gaze softening as she looked at him across the table. "How are you doing, Dad? For real. I've been so worried. It was hard to even focus on my exams."
Jacob stared into the amber depths of his beer bottle. "I'm... getting by. Being out here helps. The house was... suffocating." The alcohol was loosening his tongue, eroding the careful walls he'd built around his grief. "It's just quiet."
"I know," she whispered, her own eyes glassy. "It's quiet for me, too."
As the sun bled across the horizon, painting the sky in strokes of fiery orange and deep violet, the beer continued to flow. The casual conversation meandered, guided by the pleasant, hazy warmth of their tipsiness. "How were the dorms?" Jacob asked, trying to steer them back to safer shores. "Must have been... fun. Lots of guys, I imagine."
Minju let out a small, self-deprecating laugh. "Yeah, lots of guys." She took a long sip from her bottle, her gaze fixed on the darkening water. "I, uh... I didn't really do any of that. Stuff with guys, I mean."
Jacob blinked, the statement taking a moment to penetrate the alcoholic fog. He stared at her, truly seeing her in the fading light—the delicate line of her jaw, the wide, earnest eyes. He couldn't fathom it. How could someone so luminous, so utterly captivating, not be fought over? The thought surfaced, sharp and clear: How can such a beauty not be the target of all men!
He must have been staring, because she shifted uncomfortably. "That's... that's normal, you know," he said quickly, trying to backpedal, to smooth over his surprise. "Everyone has their own pace."
Another silence settled, thicker this time, heavier with unspoken questions. Minju swirled the last inch of beer in her bottle, her movements slow and deliberate. "What about you, Dad?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper against the lapping waves. "How much... fun... did you have in college? Were you and Mom... very active?"
Jacob's chest tightened at the mention of Eleanor, but the alcohol gave him a reckless sort of honesty. He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "Oh, we had our fun. Before your mother, there were... a few threesomes. Some friends-with-benefits arrangements. Nothing serious. But your mom... your mom had a big drive. We were... extremely active." The memory was a bittersweet pang, a ghost of warmth in the cold reality of his present.
Minju went silent for a long, long moment. The sun had finally vanished, leaving them in the deep twilight, the only light coming from the soft glow of the cabin's interior fixtures. When she finally spoke, her words were so quiet he had to lean forward to hear them.
"I think I'm like her," she confessed, her gaze fixed on her hands. "I think I have a big drive, too. But I have no experience." She took a shaky breath, then lifted her head, her eyes locking with his in the dim light. There was no embarrassment in them now, only a raw, desperate plea. "Dad... could you teach me?"
The world stopped. The gentle rocking of the boat, the distant cry of a seabird, the hum of the electronics—it all faded into a profound, deafening silence. Jacob's breath caught in his throat. He could only stare at her, at the beautiful, heartbreaking earnestness etched onto her face. The last embers of the sun's glow caught the moisture in her eyes, making them shine with an impossible light. The alcohol in his system, which had felt like a warm blanket moments before, now felt like a venom, clouding his judgment, blurring the lines of a morality he thought was carved in stone.
A strangled, disbelieving laugh escaped Jacob's lips. It was a brittle, hollow sound in the twilight quiet. "Minju, that's... that's not funny. Don't joke about that."
"I'm not joking," she insisted, her voice unwavering, her gaze pinning him in place. The alcohol had stripped away her inhibitions, leaving only a raw, unvarnished curiosity. "What would you even want to know?" he managed, the words feeling foreign and clumsy in his mouth, a desperate attempt to regain control of the conversation.
He expected her to fluster, to back down. Instead, she held his gaze, and after a long, drawn-out silence that stretched his nerves taut, she spoke. "I've never seen one. Not... for real. A dick. That's one of the thing I'm most curious about."
Jacob recoiled as if she'd struck him. He pushed his chair back, the legs scraping harshly against the deck. "No. Absolutely not. Minju, that's... that's the line. We can't." He stood up, needing the physical distance, needing to escape the intoxicating proximity of her.
"Please, Dad," she pleaded, rising with him, her small frame seeming to radiate an intensity that belied her size. "Just let me look. Ten seconds. That's all I'm asking. I'm so... clueless. I just want to know."
His mind was a battlefield. Every paternal instinct screamed at him to refuse, to end this insane conversation, to take her to her bunk and let them both sleep off this dangerous, alcohol-fueled delirium. But the grief, the loneliness, the alcohol, and the desperate, naked need in his daughter's eyes all warred against that instinct. He saw himself in her plea—the same desperate need to understand a world that had suddenly become incomprehensible.
"Fine," he bit out, the word tasting like ash. "Ten seconds. That's it."
He stood there, a statue of reluctance, and with a sharp, angry tug, he pushed his swim shorts down to his ankles. The cool evening air was a shock against his skin. He closed his eyes, counting down the seconds in his head, a silent, frantic mantra. One... two... three...
He felt her gaze on him, a palpable weight. He started to bend down, reaching for the waistband of his trunks, ready to pull them up and put an end to this madness.
"Wait," she said, her voice soft, yet holding a power that paralyzed him. "Why... why isn't it big and hard like it was in the cabin earlier?"
Jacob froze, his fingers inches from the fabric. He slowly straightened up, his eyes snapping open to meet hers. The shock that hit him was cold and sobering, washing away some of the alcoholic haze. She had seen. She had noticed.
"We... we aren't always like that," he stammered, the scientific explanation feeling utterly absurd and inadequate in this context. "Men have to be... excited. Aroused. For it to get... hard."
A new light entered Minju's eyes, a spark of genuine scientific curiosity mixed with something else, something deeper and more dangerous. "Oh," she breathed. "I want to see it hard. Please, Dad? Just so I know. For the... teaching."
"No," he said, the refusal firm, final. He bent down again, his movements jerky, needing this to be over. He was about to pull the trunks up, to reclaim the small shred of dignity he had left.
Right before the fabric could pass his knees, a small, warm hand shot out and wrapped around him.
The sensation was a jolt of pure lightning. A gasp tore from Jacob's throat, a sharp, ragged sound of pure, unadulterated shock. He shivered violently, his body betraying him in the most profound way imaginable. His blood, which had been sluggish with alcohol and confusion, suddenly surged, rushing south with a force that made him dizzy. In a matter of seconds, he was half erect, the soft flesh of her palm a stark, impossible contrast to the rapidly hardening length of his shaft, which was still growing, thickening under her innocent, exploratory touch.
He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. He could only stand there, trapped in the twilight of the deck, his daughter's hand around his cock, while the world he thought he knew shattered into a million pieces around him.
Minju, for her part, seemed just as mesmerized. Her fingers, which had initially just wrapped around him, now began to move, slowly, tentatively. She explored the surprising thickness, the prominent ridge of the head that flared out so dramatically. "It's... so heavy," she whispered, more to herself than to him. "And warm." She looked up from her task, her eyes wide and dark in the dim light, locking onto his. "It's getting bigger. Did I do that?"
Jacob couldn't answer. Words were useless. He could only manage a choked sound, a strangled moan that was half protest, half surrender. Her touch was clumsy but electric, every hesitant stroke sending another wave of heat through him. He was fully hard now, his 7.5 inches standing at rigid, unapologetic attention, a monument to this terrible, unforgivable moment. The mushroom-like head throbbed, a deep, insistent pulse against her palm.
"You see?" he finally managed to gasp out, the words torn from a throat gone dry. "This is what happens. This is... why we can't." But even as he said the words, he made no move to pull away. He was frozen, a willing prisoner to the forbidden knowledge she was so desperately seeking.
Minju wasn't listening to his weak protests. Her focus was absolute, her scientific curiosity now intertwined with a dawning, heady power. She took a step closer, her other hand coming up to rest on his thigh for balance. "And this... this is what a man looks like when he's excited," she murmured, her thumb brushing experimentally over the sensitive underside of his head, right where the shaft met the flared crown. The movement was so specific, so intuitive, it made Jacob's knees buckle. He had to grab the back of his chair to stay upright, the wood biting into his palm.
"Are all men... like this?" Minju asked, her voice a hushed, reverent whisper. She held him with a kind of awe, her small hands looking even smaller as they struggled to circle his girth. "So... large and thick?"
Jacob shook his head, the motion jerky, uncoordinated. "No," he choked out. "Not all."
Her brow furrowed in concentration, the mind of the student who had aced her finals now applied to a far more primal subject. "What makes it feel good?"
The question hung in the air, an invitation to damnation. He should have pushed her away. He should have run. But he was lost. "What you're doing," he heard himself say, the voice distant, belonging to another man. "Touching it. Stroking."
Her fingers began to experiment. She gently rubbed the big head, her palm sliding over the slick skin. She squeezed it in her hand, a curious, testing pressure that made a groan rumble deep in his chest. Then, seemingly deciding on the most effective course of action, she started slowly stroking him, her movements at first awkward, then growing in confidence as she felt him respond, as she heard the ragged sounds her actions pulled from his lungs. The rhythmic glide of her hand was a perfect, terrifying torture. He was no longer a father; he was a body, a vessel of pure sensation, and she was at the helm.
Minutes stretched into an eternity, the only sounds the slap of the waves, the hum of the boat, and Jacob's harsh, ragged breathing. Minju was utterly focused, her face illuminated by the soft cabin lights, a picture of intense concentration. Then she stopped, her gaze locked on a single point.
"Dad?" she asked, her voice barely audible. "What is this?"
Following her stare, he saw it. A thick, clear bead of liquid had pearled at the slit of his penis, a glistening drop in the dim light. The shame that washed over him was cold and sharp. "It's... precum," he forced himself to say. "It happens when a man is very... excited." He swallowed hard, the ghost of Eleanor rising between them. "Your mother... she used to love swallowing my cum."
The words were out before he could stop them, a raw, unfiltered confession offered up in a moment of extreme weakness. It was a mistake. A catastrophic, unforgivable mistake.
Minju's reaction was not what he expected. There was no shock, no revulsion. Only a slow, dawning understanding. Her gaze flickered from the glistening bead of fluid on his tip to his eyes, and in them, he saw a reflection of his own desperate hunger, a mirrored longing. She leaned forward, a slow, deliberate movement. And with the single, flat tip of her tongue, she licked the precum from the head of his cock.
The sensation was a white-hot explosion. A full-body tremor wracked Jacob's frame, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. He throbbed violently in her grip, the shock of her touch, the sheer, unimaginable intimacy of it, sending a bolt of pure electricity straight from the base of his spine to the tip of his penis. The taste of him on her tongue was a final, irrevocable step across a line he hadn't even seen them approach. He had broken. They had broken. And there was no going back.
Minju leaned back slightly, a thoughtful look on her face. "It's... salty," she observed, as if tasting a new food for the first time. Her eyes, wide and dark, met his. There was no hesitation in them, only a new, deeper level of resolve.
As if trying to taste more, as if to validate her father's comparison to her mother, Minju began to stroke him harder, her grip tightening, her pace quickening. She leaned forward again, this time not for a single, tentative lick, but to lavish the head of his cock with repeated, broad strokes of her tongue. The wet, rhythmic friction was exquisite agony. Jacob's vision swam, the stars above blurring into streaks of light. His hand came up, not to push her away, but to gently gather her hair, holding it back from her face, a gesture of both protection and profound intimacy. He was guiding the very act that was destroying him.
After a minute that stretched into an age of blissful torture, Jacob gently but firmly put a hand on her shoulder, prying her fingers from his shaft. "We have to stop," he gasped, his chest heaving. "Minju, if we don't... I'm going to cum all over you."
Far from being deterred, a new light flared in Minju's eyes, a flash of pure, undiluted excitement at the prospect. A "good idea" seemed to dawn behind her gaze. "Then teach me how to use this, Dad," she said, her voice filled with a breathless, purposeful energy.
Before he could process her words, she turned and darted back into the cabin, a flash of white and emerald against the dim interior. She returned a moment later, her hand held out, palm up. Resting in the center was a small, square foil packet. A condom. The last thing he ever expected to see in her hand.
"Teach me," she repeated, her eyes locking with his, all hesitation gone, replaced by a fierce, unwavering demand. The last of Jacob's resistance, the last fragile wall of paternal propriety, crumbled into dust. He was no longer in control. The lesson had begun, and he was both the teacher and the subject, lost in a curriculum he never imagined he'd be forced to teach.
As the last of his resistance crumbled, Jacob's world narrowed to the small, square foil packet in Minju's hand.
"Where did you get that?" Jacob asked, his voice a low rasp. The question was a final, futile grasp at normalcy.
Minju shrugged, a flicker of her old, casual self returning. "I just have them. To be safe. You never know."
The practicality of it, the mundane preparation for a life she hadn't yet lived, was the most shocking part of all. "Okay," he said, the word a surrender. He sank down into the chair behind him, the movement slow, heavy. "Open it."
Minju knelt between his spread legs, her knees pressing into the soft deck matting. With trembling fingers, she tore the foil packet open, the sound unnaturally loud in the quiet night. She looked up at him, the condom held delicately between her thumb and forefinger, her expression a mixture of reverence and intense concentration, a student awaiting her professor's most critical instruction.
"First," Jacob began, his own hands shaking as he reached out to guide hers, "you have to gently pinch the small reservoir at the tip. Like this." He positioned her fingers. "It makes sure you're putting it on the right way and gets rid of any air that could get trapped."
Her small, cool fingers followed his guidance, pinching the tiny teat of the latex. He then guided her hand, positioning the condom over the big, mushroom head of his cock. The cool, slick touch of the rubber made him flinch.
"Now," he continued, his voice strained, "you have to unroll it. Slowly. While you're still pinching the tip."
Minju tried. The latex resisted, straining against the considerable girth of him. She struggled, her brow furrowed in effort, her teeth bitting her lower lip. The condom, designed for an average man, was clearly too small for her father. With a final, determined tug, she managed to unroll it, but it barely made it more than halfway down his thick shaft, leaving a good portion of his length exposed.
"Why is it so tight?" she asked, her head tilted, her gaze tracing the strained rubber. "It looks painful."
"It is," Jacob admitted, the admission feeling like another line crossed. "It's very tight. It should go down much lower to be good protection." The words hung in the air, a clinical assessment of a situation that was anything but. He was looking at himself, sheathed in a condom too small for him, held there by his daughter's curious hands, and the only thought he could muster was a critique on the inadequacy of the protection.
"I'm sorry," Minju apologized softly, her voice laced with a genuine concern that was at odds with the illicit nature of their actions.
She began to stroke him again, her movements slow and deliberate, her hand gliding over the slick, strained latex. "Does it... does it still feel good, at least?"
Jacob could only manage a tight nod, the friction sending sparks through him despite the discomfort of the tight fit. "Yes."
"Thank god," she breathed, a quiet sigh of relief. Her strokes continued, a slow, hypnotic rhythm. She held his gaze, her dark eyes locked on his, a silent communication passing between them in the dim light of the deck. "It's kind of a shame," she said, her voice barely a whisper, "that I can't keep tasting with a condom on."
The statement struck Jacob like a physical blow. He was shocked into silence, utterly bereft of words. He could only grunt, a raw, guttural sound torn from his throat as she maintained her relentless, slow stroking, her eyes never leaving his. The connection between them was a live wire, dangerous and electric.
Then, he felt a change in her technique. Her strokes began to subtly lengthen, her fingers venturing lower, to the unprotected skin of his shaft beneath the taut ring of the condom's base. With every deliberate, upward glide, she dragged the latex up with her, a millimeter at a time. The dual sensation of the smooth latex and the warm, direct contact of her skin on his was a maddening, exquisite torture. She worked him with patient, focused intent, until the strained rubber ring was pulled up until it only wrapped around the bulbous head of his cock, leaving the entire thick length of his shaft exposed to her touch. The exposed skin tingled under her touch, a stark, forbidden pleasure that was even more intense than the friction of the latex.
Her thumb brushed against a particularly sensitive vein on the underside of his shaft, and Jacob's hips jerked involuntarily, a choked gasp escaping him. Minju watched his reaction, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She had found it. She had found a way to make him feel good, a way to connect with him that was both intimate and powerful.
He was lost. The rational part of his brain, the part that was supposed to be her father, had been beaten into submission by the overwhelming sensory input. He was just a man, and she was a woman, and they were alone on the vast, indifferent sea. The boundaries of their relationship had not just been crossed; they had been utterly obliterated, washed away by the tide of their shared grief and loneliness.
His breathing grew ragged, each inhale a struggle, each exhale a shaky moan. The pleasure coiling in his groin was an intense, building pressure, a storm about to break. Minju felt the change in him, the way his muscles tensed, the way the thick vein in his cock pulsed faster against her palm.
"Does it feel good, Dad?" she asked, her voice a husky whisper, her eyes still locked on his.
He couldn't form words. He could only nod, his jaw clenched tight. "I'm... I'm about to cum," he finally managed to gasp out. "You'll see... you'll see how it does a good job. Catching it all."
It was a final, desperate attempt to frame this as a lesson, to cling to the thin, tattered excuse of education. He held her gaze, trying to anchor himself in those dark, familiar eyes, even as the wave of his orgasm crested. He felt his balls tighten, a delicious, pulling ache that signaled the point of no return. He tossed his head back, his eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure overwhelmed him, a raw, guttural grunt tearing from his chest.
And in that moment of complete vulnerability, with his eyes closed and his head thrown back, his daughter made her move.
With a swift, decisive tug, Minju pulled the condom right off the head of her father's cock. The movement was perfectly timed to coincide with the first powerful jet of his release. A thick rope of cum shot out, arcing through the dim light and landing directly on her face, a white, warm stripe against her cheek.
Jacob's eyes flew open, a shocked cry of "Minju!" escaping him, the name a strangled mix of pleasure and disbelief. But before he could process the act, before he could fully grasp the audacity of it, she was already moving. She hurriedly lowered her head, her mouth forming a tight, warm seal around the sensitive, pulsing head of his cock. He grunted again, this time from the sheer, shocking pleasure of her lips on him, of the wet, welcoming heat of her mouth. He kept cumming, a voluminous, seemingly endless ejaculation that she greedily received, her throat working as she swallowed her father's seed.
He shuddered, his hips bucking involuntarily, his hands fisting at his sides. The world had narrowed to the single, overwhelming point of contact, the unbelievable sensation of his daughter's mouth on him. He was lost in a vortex of pleasure and shame, a cyclone of sensation that tore through him, leaving him trembling and spent.
As the last shuddering throb of his orgasm subsided, Minju pulled away, a thin string of cum connecting her lower lip to the tip of his softening cock before it broke. She took a deep, steadying breath, the sight of her chest rising and falling a visceral confirmation that this was real, that it had happened. Jacob could only stare, his mind a blank, white space of shock and aftershock.
Then, she spoke, her voice husky, laced with a new, bold satisfaction. "I can see why Mom used to love swallowing this so much."
The words, a direct echo of his own earlier confession, were a final, devastating blow. Jacob was speechless, completely stripped of any capacity for a response. Before he could even attempt to form one, Minju raised a hand to her cheek. With a slow, deliberate motion, she swiped at the thick, cooling rope of his sperm on her face. She brought her glistening fingers to her lips, her eyes locked on his, and tasted him, slowly. She licked her fingers clean, one by one, then sucked on them, her cheeks hollowing slightly, while her father watched, trapped in a silent, horrified awe.
She seemed to notice their surroundings for the first time, her gaze sweeping the deck, now bathed in the deep purple of the fading twilight. The sun had almost fully set. With the same decisive energy she had shown all night, she grabbed Jacob's hand, her grip firm and warm. She pulled him to his feet.
He was still naked from the waist down, his swim trunks a forgotten scrap of fabric on the deck. As she led him towards the cabin, she looked over her shoulder, her expression one of simple, domestic finality.
"We should go to sleep, Daddy," she said, the word 'Daddy' landing with the weight of a thousand unsaid things. "It's getting late!"
As she pulled him toward the cabin, Jacob's bare feet followed hers, a clumsy, uncertain rhythm on the cool deck. His swim trunks, left behind like a shed skin, seemed like a monument to the man he was an hour ago. The cabin, with its pristine white surfaces and panoramic windows, was now a different space, charged with the electricity of what had just transpired. The enormous king-size bed, which had once seemed merely lonely, now felt like the epicenter of a seismic event.
Jacob slid under the crisp, cool sheets, the fabric a stark, unfamiliar texture against his still-sensitive skin. He watched, his breath held, as Minju stood by the bed. She reached for the hem of the white t-shirt, the garment he had been so relieved to see her put on earlier, and pulled it over her head in one smooth, fluid motion. She dropped it to the floor, leaving her in only the tiny emerald bikini bottom. The sight of her, now in the dim, intimate light of the cabin, was just as breathtaking as it had been on the deck, but now it was laced with a terrible, thrilling new context.
She slipped into bed beside him, the mattress dipping with her weight. The space between them, once a neutral zone, was now charged with a palpable heat. She cuddled in close, her body a warm, soft line against his side, her head resting on his shoulder. Their faces were mere inches apart, her warm breath ghosting across his cheek.
"Today was fantastic," she whispered, her voice a contented murmur in the quiet cabin.
Jacob's heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of guilt and a confusing, residual pleasure. "It was a good day, indeed," he managed, the words feeling hollow. "I... I hope you learned everything you were curious about."
He expected a simple 'yes', a closure to this mad lesson. Instead, Minju silently closed the remaining space between them and pressed her lips against his. It wasn't a chaste, daughterly peck. It was a long, deliberate kiss, her lips soft and insistent. For a frozen second, Jacob's mind screamed at him to pull away. He was her father. This was wrong. But her lips were warm, and the grief, the loneliness, the alcohol, and the shocking intimacy of the past hour all conspired against his defenses. He found himself kissing her back, a slow, tentative response that quickly deepened. He felt the gentle, explorative touch of her tongue against his lips, and he parted them, a final, irrevocable surrender. Their tongues tangled, a slow, passionate dance that was both deeply familiar and terrifyingly new. The kiss was a conversation, a silent acknowledgment of the line they had irrevocably crossed.
After a few minutes of this intoxicating, forbidden making out, Minju pulled back just enough to speak, her lips still brushing against his. She whispered, her voice a husky promise against his skin, "There's so much more I'm curious about."
Jacob was flustered, his mind a scrambled mess of conflicting impulses. "Like... what?" he managed to ask, the words a weak protest against the rising tide of his desire.
Instead of answering, Minju's hand slid down between their bodies, her fingers finding the half-hard flesh of his cock, now stirring back to life under her touch. "The other things," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "The things you used to do with Mom."
As she said this, she gave him a firm, knowing squeeze. The last vestiges of Jacob's control shattered. His hands shot out, grabbing her waist, pulling her flush against him. He was completely losing himself in the moment, kissing his daughter again with a desperate, hungry passion. He felt her begin to grind her pussy against the side of his thigh, a slow, rhythmic pressure. Through the thin fabric of her bikini bottom, he could feel the growing dampness of her arousal, a scorching heat that mirrored his own.
The kissing was the only sound in the cabin, a wet, rhythmic counterpoint to the gentle rocking of the boat. Slowly, silently, Minju rolled onto her back, taking him with her. He followed her lead, his body moving on pure instinct, settling above her. Her legs parted naturally, a welcoming cradle for his hips.
They broke their kiss, their foreheads resting together, their ragged breaths mingling in the space between them. Jacob looked down at her, into the deep, dark pools of her eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked, the question a final, desperate plea for reason, a last chance to turn back from this ultimate precipice.
Minju's response was not a word, but an action. She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him down for another passionate kiss. At the same time, she arched her hips, grinding her bikini-clad pussy up against the hard length of his naked cock. The sensation was electric. The thin, soaked fabric of her bikini offered no barrier to the heat of her, to the slick evidence of her overwhelming desire. She was sure. And in that moment, so was he.
As Jacob lost himself in the sensation of her grinding against him, a primal need took over.
As Jacob lost himself in the sensation of her grinding against him, a primal need took over, a desire to taste, to explore, to worship every inch of the daughter he was about to claim. He broke their kiss, a trail of fire marking its path as he slowly kissed down her jaw, then the sensitive skin of her neck. He lowered himself, his journey a pilgrimage down the body of his beautiful, nineteen-year-old daughter. He briefly worshiped at the altar of her small, perfect breasts, gently kissing and sucking on her taut nipples, feeling them pebble against his tongue.
His path continued south. He licked and left gentle kisses across her toned midriff, the skin stretched over muscle that screamed of how tight and petite her body was. He was a man rediscovering a geography he never knew existed, a landscape of forbidden beauty. He kept descending, his fingers finding the delicate strings of her bikini bottoms. With a slow, deliberate motion, he untied them, dragging the damp, emerald fabric down her long, pale, perfect legs.
A flicker of old shyness, a ghost of her former innocence, made Minju hesitate, her legs not falling fully open. Her father, however, was a man on a mission. He gently but firmly pressed her thighs further apart, revealing the prize he sought. He marveled at the sight of her perfect teenage pussy, a small shaved mound, glistening with the evidence of her arousal. It was the most beautiful, terrifying thing he had ever seen.
He started anew, this time from her knee, kissing a slow, deliberate path along the sensitive inside of her thigh. Minju grew restless, her hips beginning to writhe, desperate to feel her beloved father's touch where she needed it most. Her soft whimpers filled the cabin, a plea for release.
Finally, he reached his destination. Jacob dragged his tongue flat across her folds, a single, broad stroke that fully captured her taste. It was sweet, and musky, and undeniably hers. Then he began a masterful cunnilingus, a symphony of sensation he had once performed for her mother, now perfected for the daughter. He sucked her clit gently into his mouth, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. He spread her excited pussy lips with gentle fingers, licking at every part of her, from her fluttering entrance to the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top. His tongue explored every fold, every contour, learning the unique map of his daughter's pleasure. Her trembling legs wrapped around his head, holding him in place as the pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo.
He gently introduced a single finger, sliding it into her tight heat. He was shocked at the incredible tightness that gripped him, a snug, velvety embrace that spoke of her untouched innocence. He paused, letting her adjust to the intrusion, before beginning a slow, deliberate rhythm. After a few seconds, he added a second finger, the stretch making her gasp. He fingered her slowly, methodically, while continuing to devour her pussy with his tongue, the dual stimulation pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
She came hard, a silent scream catching in her throat as her body seized. Her back arched off the bed, her entire frame trembling with the force of her orgasm. Her inner muscles clenched down rhythmically on his fingers, a series of powerful, convulsive squeezes that milked him as she flooded his face with her release. Jacob held her through it, his tongue and fingers slowing but not stopping, drawing out every last wave of her pleasure until she collapsed back onto the bed, limp and gasping, her body slick with a sheen of sweat. He raised his head, his face glistening with her essence, and looked at the beautiful, spent form of his daughter.
As she slowly came down from her high, Jacob crawled back up her body, positioning himself between her still-quivering legs.
He kissed her lips gently, a tender, affectionate gesture that was at odds with the raw, primal act they were about to commit. He pushed himself up, his muscles flexing, and reached for her duffel bag, a last-ditch effort at responsibility. "Where are the condoms?"
Minju grabbed his hand, her touch both firm and reassuring. A knowing, almost mischievous smile played on her lips. "Daddy, those small condoms are gonna rip anyway." Her voice was a seductive purr, the husky whisper of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. "Please, teach me how real sex feels, Dad. Just be gentle, please."
With that, Jacob lost the last of his reason. The consequences of not using protection faded into a distant, irrelevant hum. A darker, more primal logic took over. Would he even be a man if he refused to penetrate his perfect and beautiful daughter raw when she was asking so nicely? He positioned the thick, flared-out mushroom head of his cock at his daughter's tight entrance. He kissed her deeply, swallowing her gasp as he gently started to push.
Minju cried out into her father's mouth, the sound muffled by his lips, as she felt the thick head of her father's cock spread her small pussy lips wide open, preparing for the entry of the rest of him. Slowly, Jacob pushed in and out with minimal motion, a teasing, patient rhythm designed to let Minju get used to the intense stretch of just the tip of his cock at her entrance. He was a considerate lover, even now, even with her.
Eventually, he felt it. The resistance. The thin, unyielding barrier of what he could only assume was the hymen of his perfect, nineteen-year-old daughter. He looked into her wide, dark eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. "Are you ready?"
As she nodded, biting her lower lip in a gesture of anticipation and trepidation, he lowered his body on top of hers, swallowing her small frame completely. His head rested just above the side of her face, his breath warm against her ear. With a slow, steady pressure, he pushed through, piercing the hymen of his daughter, accessing deeper parts of her pussy than anyone ever had.
Minju, who had placed her feet on her father's ass, as if trying to motivate him to take her virginity, had now straightened them in the air, her toes curling at the sharp, piercing sensation of her father's first, complete penetration. A single, sharp gasp escaped her lips, a sound of pain and pleasure, of an ending and a beginning.
Her father was now a solid six inches inside of her, a presence so profound it stole her breath. She felt impossibly full, stretched in a way she had never imagined. She needed a good minute to adjust to the sharp, piercing feeling of her father's thick cock claiming her.
"My god, Daddy," she finally breathed, her voice a shaky whisper. "Why are you so big? That cock really wasn't designed to be in your little daughter, huh?"
Jacob could only agree, a ragged "No" escaping his lips, before he followed it up with a truth that was more terrifying and more real than anything he had ever felt. "But nothing has ever felt more right or better before." He kissed her deeply again, a passionate, possessive kiss that sealed his confession.
After a while, Minju grew accustomed to the heavy, invasive presence of her father's cock inside of her. She craved more. She wanted to receive the last inch and a half that she could see outside of her when she looked down between their bodies, a tantalizing promise of completeness. She brought her legs back around her father's hips, locking her ankles behind him, and pleaded, her voice a desperate, needy whine, for him to go deeper.
Without needing any more motivation, Jacob plunged, driving himself balls deep into his daughter. The head of his cock nudged against her cervix, a deep, internal pressure that made his cute daughter gasp in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. Minju felt the bliss of her father's entire cock buried in her tight cunnie, his full weight pressing her down into the mattress, and his heavy balls resting against the tight pucker of her little asshole. Her body shivered, not in pain, but in pure, unadulterated pleasure, from the simple fact of her dad being inside her without moving.
When Jacob started to pull out, leaving a sudden, aching emptiness, before slowly sinking back as deep as his cock could go, Minju threw her head back, a long, unrestrained moan tearing from her throat. Her hands flew to his back and shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, holding on for dear life. She was begging for more, her incoherent pleas a litany of "Daddy" and "please" and "more." She was totally losing control, a ship without a rudder in a storm of her own making, her father the only solid ground in a world of overwhelming sensation.
Jacob, sensing her complete surrender, lost himself in the primal rhythm of their union.
He slowly increased the pace of his thrusts, little by little, increasing the intensity and rhythm like a tide rising. After only a few moments, he was maintaining a continuous, repeated rhythm of deep, strong strokes into his daughter. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the cabin, a percussive beat of "PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP" that underscored the night. Their kissing continued with the same fierce passion, despite the gasps and moans that were torn from Minju's lips with every impact. Her pussy was completely drenched, a testament to her overwhelming arousal, ensuring a perfect, slick access for her father in their passionate, incestuous union.
Lowering his mouth to kiss the delicate line of his cute daughter's jaw, who had thrown her head back again in a posture of pure submission, Jacob growled, "You take me so good, babygirl. You're such a naughty girl, taking your daddy's fat cock so deep."
Minju's body shuddered at her father's words, a fresh wave of pleasure cresting through her. She responded, her voice a breathy, desperate whine, "It's only because it's your cock, Daddy. Nobody gets to fuck me like this." She kissed him briefly, a hard, possessive press of her lips, before breaking the kiss and looking deep into his eyes. "But what about you, Daddy? You're such a naughty daddy to be shoving that massive cock into your cute virgin daughter like that. PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP... Omgg... Ughhh... ahhh. I can feel every vein on your fat cock, Daddy... PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP... I can feel you throb inside me when I squeeze down on your dick with my tight little cunnie. Do you like it, Daddy? Fucking your teenage daughter raw like that... PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP."
Her words, a perfect, filthy echo of his own, were the final catalyst. Jacob's rhythm grew stronger, his control finally snapping. He was no longer making love to his daughter; he was pounding her, as hard as he could, his thrusting becoming erratic, a wild, primal search for release. Feeling his cock throb with the telltale sign of his impending climax, feeling his entire body begin to tense, Minju made her move. She stopped him from pulling out by wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, locking him in place. "OMG I love you, Daddy!" she yelled, the words a final, desperate surrender.
Jacob impaled his daughter a final, brutal time, burying himself to the hilt as he released his full load, his cum pulsing out in thick, hot ropes, pressed directly against her cervix, deep inside her.
His daughter moaned in satisfied bliss while receiving her father's load deep inside her pussy, which was spread impossibly wide by her father's thick cock. She could feel the intense heat of his release spreading through her, a molten wave claiming her from the inside, and she could feel the final, powerful twitches of his balls against her little asshole. The intimacy of it, the sheer, unfiltered biological reality of her father cumming inside her, was more intoxicating than any sensation she had ever experienced. It was the ultimate lesson, the final, irrevocable step in her education.
Jacob collapsed on top of her, his entire body trembling with the force of his release.
Jacob collapsed on top of her, his full weight pressing her into the mattress, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his powerful release. He was panting, his heart hammering a wild, frantic beat against her chest. For a long moment, the only sounds in the cabin were their ragged breaths, mingling in the close, humid air. He was still inside her, a heavy, semi-hard presence, a constant, tangible reminder of the line they had just obliterated.
Minju started running her fingers through her father's hair, her touch a soothing, gentle caress after the violent storm of their lovemaking. They kissed passionately, a deep, lingering exploration that spoke of a new, profound intimacy, before finally succumbing to exhaustion, falling asleep in each other's arms, their bodies still entangled.
For the next few months, they settled into a similar, yet radically altered, daily routine. Jacob would wake up each morning to the exquisite sensation of his daughter sucking on his morning wood. Her small, warm mouth would work him with an ever-increasing expertise, and he would start the day by emptying himself in her mouth and throat, so much that she started to refer to it, with a cheeky grin, as her 'breakfast.' They would spend majority of their time, wherever it was on the boat, exploring their bodies with a voracious, insatiable hunger. Sometimes she would stand, holding onto the rail of the deck, the sea spray misting her back as he took her from behind, his powerful strokes driving deep into her. Other times, he would lay back on a lounge chair under the sun while she would squat over him, riding his cock with a wild, athletic abandon until they both collapsed in orgasms. They would fuck like animals without restraint, their bodies slick with sweat and sea salt, their voices hoarse from crying out each other's names, professing their deep love for each other daily.
One recurring aspect of their passionate life was how accustomed they had become to living naked. Minju couldn't remember the last time she had worn any clothes since that first transformative night with her father. She stood before the small mirror in the cabin, her reflection a study in newly awakened sensuality. She would gently squeeze her swollen breasts, which seemed to have grown a little fuller, and rub her sensitive pussy, which was perpetually warm and tender from the constant, passionate sex they had been engaging in.
Every day, no matter the way they chose to pleasure each other, Jacob would always cum deep inside her pussy. Even on the second month, after they had tried anal for the first time, Minju made sure to pull her father's thick cock from her tight ass, the mushroom like head causing an audible pop as it came out and immediately shove it back into the deepest part of her pussy to accept his load. The act was a clear, intentional marking, a silent, shared understanding that they both desired this ultimate, unprotected connection.
Finally, around the third month on board, Minju skipped her period. The realization was quiet, unspoken at first, but it hung in the air between them, a new, shared secret. Only around the sixth or seventh month did her perfectly toned body start to visibly change, the slight, gentle curve of her belly growing more pronounced each week. It was there finally! The undeniable growth of her belly, carrying her and her father's inbred child—a tangible, beautiful sign of their forbidden love and their new beginning together. She would often stand on the deck, one hand resting on the swell of their child, the other holding her father's, watching the endless horizon, a new kind of future stretching out before them.
Jacob's perspective was one of overwhelming contentment, of a life he never knew he wanted. He would watch her, his beautiful daughter, carrying his child, and feel a sense of peace that had eluded him for so long. The guilt was gone, replaced by a fierce, protective love. He was a man reborn, and she was his world. The sea, which had once been a symbol of his escape, was now the cradle of their new family.
They would often lie in bed at night, her head on his chest, his hand resting on her belly, feeling the occasional flutter of their child. "I love you, my Minju," he would whisper into the darkness.
"I love you too, Daddy," she would reply, her voice a sleepy, contented murmur.
A Continuation From A Trip With My Stepsister & Her Friends. Hope You All Liked It.
The scent of coffee, rich and bitter, was the first thing that pierced the haze of your deep, satiated sleep. The second was the light—not the silvery moonlight of the night before, but the bold, golden glare of a Maldives morning slicing through the gaps in the bamboo blinds. You lay still for a long moment, memories of the previous night washing over you in a warm, disbelieving tide. Karina’s whispered confession. Ryujin’s vulnerable plea. The feeling of being so deeply, completely wanted. It felt like a dream, yet the ache in your muscles and the faint, lingering scent of sex and sweat on the sheets confirmed its stunning reality.
You were alone in the vast bed. The space beside you, where Karina had eventually fallen asleep curled into your side, was cool to the touch. Ryujin’s side, where she’d finally settled after watching over you both for what felt like hours, was similarly empty. A thread of anxiety, thin and cold, tightened in your chest. Had it been too much? Had the morning’s light brought regret?
Pushing yourself up, you winced at the stiffness. You found your discarded shorts and t-shirt on the floor and pulled them on, the soft cotton feeling alien against your skin after so much naked intimacy. The living area of the bungalow was quiet, awash in sunlight. The low table was cleared of last night’s bottles, the cushions neatly arranged. It was as if the passionate chaos of the Truth or Dare game had never happened.
Then you heard it. The rapid, soft tap-tap-tap of fingers on a laptop keyboard. You followed the sound to the small, modern kitchenette that adjoined the living space.
Su-A was there, perched on a stool at the breakfast bar, her back to you. She was already dressed for the day in sleek, charcoal-grey athleisure—a fitted zip-up jacket and matching leggings that showcased her toned figure. Her dark hair was pulled into a severe, high ponytail. Her laptop was open, a spreadsheet glowing on the screen, and a half-empty mug of black coffee sat steaming beside it. She was engrossed, frowning slightly at something on the display.
You watched her for a second. This was a different Su-A from the provocative orchestrator of last night. This was the Su-A who had a life, a career, responsibilities waiting back home. The transition was jarring.
“Noona?” you said, your voice raspy from sleep.
She didn’t jump, just finished typing a line before swiveling on the stool to face you. Her expression was focused, but it softened around the edges when she saw you. “Morning, sleepyhead. Or should I say, afternoon?” She glanced at a delicate silver watch on her wrist. “It’s almost eleven.”
“Eleven?” You ran a hand through your hair. “Why didn’t anyone wake me?”
“You looked like you needed the sleep,” she said, a ghost of her trademark teasing smile playing on her lips. “It was a… big night.” She turned back to her laptop, her fingers resuming their tapping. “Ryujin and Karina went for a walk along the waterline about an hour ago. Said they needed some air.”
“Oh.” You shifted your weight, feeling suddenly awkward. “Are you… working?”
“Mhm. Just tying up a few loose ends for a client. Crisis never takes a vacation, apparently.” She sighed, not looking up. “I told them I was offline for three days, but of course, the world doesn’t stop.” Her tone was matter-of-fact, but you caught the faint strain of irritation beneath it.
You glanced at the kitchen counter. Aside from her coffee mug, there was nothing. No plate, no crumbs, no evidence of food. “Did you eat breakfast?”
“Hmm? Oh. No. Not hungry. Coffee’s enough.” She took a deliberate sip, her eyes never leaving the screen.
A familiar protectiveness stirred in you. It was an old habit, born from years of sharing a home. When Su-A got like this—hyper-focused, dismissive of her own needs—you’d often step in. It was a small thing, a sibling thing. It felt grounding, normal, amidst the surreal new landscape of your relationships.
“You should eat something,” you said, moving into the kitchenette. You opened the sleek stainless-steel refrigerator. The resort had stocked it well: eggs, butter, a packet of bacon, cheese, some vegetables, a loaf of crusty bread. “It’ll help you think.”
Su-A finally looked away from her laptop, raising an eyebrow at you. “Since when did you become my nutritionist?”
“Since forever,” you replied, pulling out the eggs and bacon. “Scrambled? With cheese?”
She watched you for a long moment, the keyboard clicks ceasing. Her gaze was assessing, unreadable. Then, that soft smile returned, more genuine this time. “Fine. Chef away. But make it quick. I have a video call in forty-five minutes.”
You got to work. The rhythmic, mundane actions were a balm—cracking eggs into a bowl, whisking them with a fork, the sizzle of butter hitting the pan. The rich, savory smell of frying bacon soon joined the aroma of coffee, filling the small space with a sense of domesticity. You found a block of cheddar and grated a generous pile into the eggs.
“So,” Su-A said, her voice casual. She’d closed her laptop lid, giving you her full attention. She swiveled the stool to face you, resting her elbows on the breakfast bar. “How are you feeling?”
The question was loaded. You kept your eyes on the pan, scrambling the eggs gently. “Good. Weird. Good-weird.”
“Good-weird is the best kind of weird,” she mused. “No regrets, then?”
You shook your head, a firm, decisive motion. “No. None.” You dared a glance at her. “You?”
She laughed, a light, airy sound. “Me? I got exactly what I wanted. A front-row seat to the culmination of… let’s call it a long-term project.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief, but there was a warmth there too, a satisfaction that went beyond mere voyeurism. “They’re crazy about you, you know. Like, ‘planning-the-wedding-in-their-heads-already’ crazy. It’s adorable.”
Your face grew warm. You focused on plating the food. You spooned the fluffy, cheesy eggs onto a plate, added several strips of crispy bacon, and toasted two slices of the bread quickly in the pan. You slid the plate in front of her, along with a fresh set of cutlery.
“Eat.”
She looked down at the plate, then back up at you. For a split second, her confident mask slipped, revealing something quieter, more touched. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“I know,” you said simply, leaning against the opposite counter. “Eat before it gets cold.”
She picked up her fork and took a bite. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second. “Oh, wow. Okay. You’ve been holding out on me. This is fantastic.”
The simple praise made you smile. You busied yourself making another plate for yourself, the comfortable silence stretching between you, filled only with the sounds of eating and the distant cry of seabirds.
The tranquility was shattered by the swoosh of the main bungalow door sliding open.
“I’m telling you, the water is literally turquoise. It’s not a color that should exist in nature!” Ryujin’s raspy, energetic voice preceded her into the room.
“It was very pretty,” came Karina’s softer, agreeable reply.
They walked into the living area, both glowing from their walk. Ryujin was in her element: black bike shorts, a loose, faded band t-shirt, her hair in a messy bun with strands stuck to her damp neck. Karina wore a simple, pale yellow sundress that flowed around her calves, her hair down and slightly windswept. They both stopped short when they saw the two of you in the kitchenette.
Their eyes went to Su-A, then to you, then to the food. The dynamic in the room shifted palpably. Last night’s intimacy hung in the air, a silent, shared secret. Karina’s cheeks immediately dusted pink. Ryujin’s sharp eyes darted from Su-A’s plate to your face, a slow, knowing grin spreading across her features.
“Well, well,” Ryujin drawled, strolling over. “Someone’s being domestic. Smells amazing in here.” She leaned her hip against the breakfast bar, right next to Su-A, and peered at her plate. “You made her breakfast? How come I never got breakfast in bed?”
“You were too busy trying to smother me in my sleep,” you retorted, falling easily into the familiar, teasing rhythm with her. It felt natural, but now it was underscored with a new layer of fondness.
Ryujin barked a laugh. “Fair.”
Karina approached more slowly, her hands clasped in front of her. She gave you a shy, radiant smile that made your stomach flip. “Good morning,” she said, her voice like honey.
“Morning, Karina-noona,” you replied, your own voice softening.
Her smile widened at the honorific, a blush deepening on her cheeks. Her gaze was so openly affectionate it was almost overwhelming.
“We’re starving,” Ryujin announced, breaking the moment. She looked at you with exaggerated puppy-dog eyes. “Any chance the master chef is taking orders? I’d kill for some of those cheesy eggs.”
“Me too,” Karina added softly, her eyes still on you. “Please?”
Su-A, halfway through her meal, waved her fork. “Don’t look at me. I’m just a grateful client. He’s in charge.”
The sense of normalcy was an illusion, but a comforting one. You were just making breakfast for your stepsister and her friends. The fact that two of those friends had, less than twelve hours ago, been wrapped around you in a tangle of limbs and profound declarations, was a truth you quietly held close.
“Coming right up,” you said, turning back to the stove. You pulled out more eggs, more bacon. The kitchenette became a hub of quiet activity. You cooked; Ryujin hopped up to sit on the counter next to the stove, swinging her legs and stealing a strip of bacon straight from the pan with a yelp when it burned her fingers. Karina, ever helpful, found plates and set the breakfast bar with them, pouring glasses of orange juice from the fridge. Su-A finished her food and reopened her laptop, but she wasn’t really working anymore. She was watching the three of you, a contented, almost maternal smile on her face.
It was… nice. Peaceful. The sexual tension of the past days had transmuted into something else—a warm, settled intimacy. There were glances, of course. The way Karina’s hand brushed yours when she took a plate. The way Ryujin’s foot nudged your leg playfully as she sat on the counter. But they were gentle, affirming touches. Connective tissue.
You served them both heaping plates. Ryujin dug in with her characteristic gusto, barely pausing to breathe between bites. “Oh my god,” she moaned around a mouthful. “This is fucking heavenly. I’m keeping you.”
Karina ate more delicately, but her enjoyment was evident in every small, pleased hum. “It’s really delicious,” she said, looking at you. “Thank you.”
“See?” Su-A said, not looking up from her screen. “I told you he was a keeper. Practical skills.”
“You were right, unnie,” Karina said, her voice sincere. “About everything.”
Su-A finally looked up, meeting Karina’s gaze. A silent communication passed between them, full of understanding and something that looked like gratitude. “I usually am,” Su-A said lightly, but the warmth in her eyes was unmistakable.
You made your own plate and joined them, pulling up a stool. For a while, the only sounds were the clink of cutlery and the contented sighs of a good meal. The sun streamed in, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. The ocean whispered against the bungalow stilts below.
“So,” Ryujin said eventually, pushing her clean plate away with a satisfied sigh. “What’s the agenda for our last day in paradise? We fly out tomorrow afternoon, right?”
Su-A nodded, closing her laptop for good. “Yeah. Check-out is at eleven, flight is at four. So today’s our last full day.”
A pang shot through you. The trip had been a whirlwind, a bubble outside of reality. The thought of it ending, of returning to the mundane world of separate homes and routines, was suddenly depressing.
“We should do something chill,” Karina suggested. “My feet are still a little sore from all the snorkeling yesterday.”
“Aww, poor baby,” Ryujin teased, nudging her shoulder. “How about we just… be? Lounge on the deck. Read. Swim right off the back. No schedule.”
“That sounds perfect,” you agreed. The idea of a lazy, sun-drenched day with the three of them, with no games, no dares, just coexistence, was incredibly appealing.
Su-A checked her watch again. “I’ve got that video call now. I’ll be holed up in my room for an hour or so. You three… ‘be’ without me.” She stood, collecting her laptop and mug. She paused behind your stool, and for a second, her hand came to rest on your shoulder, giving it a firm, brief squeeze. It was a gesture so rare from her it felt monumental. “Good job on the eggs, dongsaeng.”
Then she was gone, slipping into her bedroom and closing the door with a soft click.
The three of you were left in the sunlit quiet. The dynamic shifted again, more subtly this time. It was just you, Ryujin, and Karina. The memory of the night was a living thing in the space between you.
Karina was the first to move. She stood and began quietly clearing the plates. You and Ryujin jumped up to help. The three of you moved around the small kitchenette in a wordless, efficient dance—rinsing, loading the dishwasher, wiping counters. It felt eerily natural, like you’d been doing this for years.
When the kitchen was clean, Ryujin stretched her arms over her head, her t-shirt riding up to expose a strip of her taut, tan stomach. “So. Deck time?”
You all migrated to the massive wooden deck that extended over the lagoon. The sun was high and hot, but a constant, gentle breeze made it bearable. Ryujin immediately claimed one of the wide, padded sun loungers, lying flat on her stomach and pulling out her phone. Karina chose the swinging daybed, curling up on it with a contented sigh and the book she’d brought on the trip. You stood at the railing for a moment, looking out at the impossible gradient of blues.
This was it. The calm after the storm. The comfortable silence of people who have said the big things and now just get to be.
You eventually took the sun lounger next to Ryujin. The heat seeped into your bones, and the exhaustion from the night’s activities and the early wake-up began to pull you toward a doze. The sounds were a lullaby: the lap of water, the distant putter of a boat, the turn of Karina’s book page, the tap of Ryujin’s thumbs on her phone screen.
“Hey,” Ryujin said after a long while, her voice quiet. She wasn’t looking at you; she was still on her phone.
“Hmm?”
“Last night… with the baby and marriage talk.” She paused. “That wasn’t just the heat of the moment for her, you know. Or for me.”
You opened your eyes, turning your head to look at her. Her profile was sharp against the bright sky, her expression uncharacteristically serious.
“I know,” you said, just as quietly.
“It’s a lot to put on you,” she continued, finally setting her phone down on the lounger and rolling onto her side to face you. Her eyes searched yours. “We don’t… we don’t expect you to have all the answers right now. Hell, I don’t have all the answers. This is… new. For all of us.”
From the daybed, Karina’s page-turning had stopped. You knew she was listening.
“It is a lot,” you admitted, your voice low. “But it’s a lot I want. More than I ever let myself dream of wanting.”
Ryujin’s serious expression melted into a soft, relieved smile. It transformed her face, making her look younger, more vulnerable. “Good.” She reached over the gap between the loungers and found your hand, lacing her fingers through yours. Her grip was strong, sure. “Then we’ll figure it out. The three of us. And the four of us, including your nosy-ass stepsister in there.”
You chuckled, squeezing her hand back. “She’s part of the package.”
“Damn right I am,” Su-A’s voice called from the doorway. She stepped out onto the deck, having changed into a simple black tank top and shorts, her video call evidently over. She looked relaxed, the work-stress gone from her posture. She surveyed the scene—you and Ryujin holding hands, Karina watching from the daybed with a soft smile—and her own smile was one of deep contentment. “Don’t think you’re getting rid of me. I’m the architect of this masterpiece. I demand lifetime visitation rights.”
“You’ve got them,” Karina said, her voice firm and happy.
Su-A grabbed a fourth lounger and dragged it over, creating a loose circle. She lay down, putting on a pair of oversized sunglasses. “So,” she said, tilting her face to the sun. “What’s the consensus? Are we officially a weird, modern, polyamorous… thing?”
The question hung in the air. It was the first time anyone had tried to put a label on it.
Ryujin was the one who answered, her raspy voice clear and decisive. “We’re a us. That’s all the label I need.”
“I like that,” Karina murmured.
“Us,” you repeated, testing the word. It felt right. It felt huge. It felt like home.
The afternoon melted away in a haze of sun and quiet conversation. You talked about nothing important—movies you wanted to see, a restaurant Ryujin insisted you all try back in Seoul, Su-A’s annoying client. The heavy conversations of the future were gently set aside, acknowledged but not pressed. There would be time for logistics, for navigating the real world. For now, there was just this: the four of you, a unit, basking in the afterglow of a seismic shift.
As the sun began its slow descent, painting the sky in streaks of orange and purple, a resort staff member arrived with a small, wheeled cart. “Complimentary sunset drinks and canapés,” he announced with a smile, setting out a pitcher of something fruity and non-alcoholic, glasses, and several plates of elegant little bites.
It was the perfect cue. You all sat up, gathering around the low table on the deck. You poured drinks. The mood was festive, tinged with the sweet melancholy of a journey ending.
“A toast,” Su-A said, raising her glass. Her sunglasses were off now, and her eyes shone. “To my brilliant, meddlesome plan.”
“To your brilliant, meddlesome plan,” Ryujin echoed, clinking her glass against Su-A’s.
“To this trip,” Karina added, her gaze sweeping over all of you.
You raised your glass. Words failed you for a moment. So much had happened. “To… new beginnings,” you finally said. “And to ‘us’.”
“To us,” they all chorused, and the clink of glasses was a bright, cheerful sound against the backdrop of the darkening sea.
You drank. The beverage was cool and sweet. You ate the delicate food, the flavors bursting on your tongue. The conversation flowed easily, laughter coming more frequently now. The anxiety about the return trip faded, replaced by a steady, thrilling certainty. Whatever came next, you wouldn’t be facing it alone.
Ryujin told a story about a childhood mishap involving a bicycle and a fish market, her animated gestures making Karina laugh so hard she snorted, which made everyone else laugh even harder. Su-A shared a surprisingly funny anecdote about her corporate job. You listened, your heart feeling impossibly full.
This, you realized, was the true destination of the trip. Not just the physical intimacy, but this: the easy camaraderie, the shared silence, the collective laughter. The foundation of something real.
The sky deepened to a velvet blue, the first stars pricking through. The resort lights twinkled on across the water. Your last night in the Maldives was here.
Su-A stretched, a contented groan leaving her lips. “I’m going to go pack,” she said. “Get a head start on the misery.”
“I should, too,” Karina said, though she made no move to get up from the daybed, where she was now leaning against your side, your arm around her shoulders.
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Ryujin grumbled, finishing the last of the juice in the pitcher. She stood up, though, and started collecting the empty plates and glasses onto the cart. “Come on, lazybones. Let’s at least get the room in some kind of order. I don’t want to be scrambling tomorrow.”
Karina sighed but acquiesced, untangling herself from you with obvious reluctance. “Okay.”
You all moved back inside, turning on the soft interior lights. The bungalow, which had felt like a secret, passionate playground, now just felt like a very nice hotel room that needed to be vacated. Su-A disappeared into her room. Ryujin and Karina headed toward yours.
You stood in the living area for a moment, watching them go. Karina glanced back over her shoulder, giving you that shy, heart-stopping smile once more before disappearing into the bedroom.
Ryujin, however, stopped in the doorway. She turned, her expression thoughtful in the low light. “Hey,” she said. “Before we get bogged down in packing… there’s one last thing I want to do here. One last memory to make.”
Ryujin’s words hung in the doorway, charged with a quiet intensity that cut through the mundane task of packing. Her eyes, usually so sharp and playful, held a softer, more desperate edge. The mention of a “last memory” wasn’t a suggestion for another game. It was a need.
“What did you have in mind?” you asked, your voice lower than you intended.
She didn’t answer with words. She simply stepped back into the living area, letting the bedroom door swing shut behind her. The soft light from the table lamp painted her face in warm gold and deep shadow. She walked toward you, each step slow and deliberate on the polished wooden floor. When she was close enough that you could smell the salt and sunscreen still on her skin, she stopped.
“Last night was… everything,” she began, her raspy voice barely above a whisper. “But it was also frantic. Hungry. It was about catching up for lost time.” She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw, a touch so tender it made your breath stutter. “I haven’t had nearly enough of just… this. Of taking my time with you.”
From the bedroom, you heard the soft shuffle of feet. Karina appeared in the doorway, having changed into a simple, thin cotton sleep shirt that fell to her mid-thigh. She leaned against the frame, watching, her expression one of gentle understanding.
“I can’t sleep,” Ryujin continued, her thumb brushing your lower lip. “My mind won’t shut off. All I can think about is your mouth. The way you taste. The sounds you make. The weight of you on top of me, inside me.” Her confession was blunt, stripped of her usual teasing armor. It was raw. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you since I was dumb enough to think you were just Su-A’s cute little brother. And now that I’ve had you, the thought of leaving this place without… without savoring you… it feels wrong.”
Your heart was a pounding drum in your chest. “Ryujin-noona…”
“Shh,” she murmured, shifting her hand to cradle the back of your neck. “Just let me have this. Let us have this.”
She closed the final distance, her lips meeting yours. It wasn’t the aggressive, claiming kiss from the night before. This was slow. Painfully slow. A soft press, a retreat, another press that lingered, her mouth moving against yours with a sensual patience that melted your bones. Her tongue traced the seam of your lips, asking, not demanding. You opened for her, and the kiss deepened into something lush and explorative. You could taste the fading sweetness of the sunset drink on her tongue, the unique, warm flavor that was just her.
Her hands slid down your back, pulling your body flush against hers. Through your thin t-shirt and her band tee, you could feel the firm planes of her stomach, the rapid beat of her heart. One of her hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, her palm scorching against the skin of your lower back. The touch drew a low groan from you, swallowed by her mouth.
A soft clearing of a throat made you both break the kiss, but only just. Your foreheads rested together as you turned your heads.
Su-A stood at the entrance to her room, having changed into a silky, emerald green camisole and shorts set. She wasn’t smiling her usual catlike grin. Her expression was one of deep, rapt attention. “Don’t stop on my account,” she said, her voice a husky murmur. She leaned against her doorframe, mirroring Karina’s pose across the room. “This is the memory she’s talking about. I want in.”
Karina, emboldened by Su-A’s presence, pushed off from her doorway and walked toward you. She came to stand beside Ryujin, her gaze soft and full of wanting. “Me too,” she said simply.
Ryujin pulled back just enough to look at Karina, then at Su-A. A slow, genuine smile spread across her kiss-swollen lips. “Good.” She looked back at you, her eyes dancing. “Then let’s do this properly. No dares. No games. Just us. And I want to take my fucking time.”
She took a half-step back, her hands moving to the hem of her loose band t-shirt. Her eyes locked on yours as she began to pull it up, revealing the taut, tan skin of her stomach inch by inch. The muscles in her abdomen flexed subtly. The lamp light caught the smooth curve of her waist, the defined lines leading down to the waistband of her bike shorts. She pulled the shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor with a whisper of fabric.
She stood before you in just her black sports bra and the tight bike shorts. Her arms, lean and defined, were on full display. The sports bra hugged her small, pert breasts, the cut highlighting the elegant line of her collarbones. She was all compact strength and graceful lines, a tomboyish elegance that was utterly captivating.
“Your turn,” she said, her gaze dipping to your t-shirt.
Your fingers felt clumsy, but you grasped the hem of your shirt and pulled it off, tossing it aside. The cooler air of the bungalow kissed your skin, raising goosebumps.
Ryujin’s eyes darkened as she looked at you. “So good,” she breathed. She stepped close again, but this time her hands went to your shoulders, then slid down your arms, feeling the muscle there. Her touch was worshipful, mapping you. “I’ve wanted to look my fill for so long.”
As her hands explored your chest and stomach, Karina moved. She came up behind you, her body pressing against your back. You felt the soft, heavy weight of her breasts against your shoulder blades, the whisper of her cotton sleep shirt. Her arms slid around your waist, her hands splaying over your abdomen, her chin resting on your shoulder. Her breath was warm against your neck.
“You’re so warm,” she murmured, nuzzling into the space between your neck and shoulder. Her lips brushed your skin, a ghost of a kiss.
Su-A watched for another moment, then pushed off the doorframe. She didn’t speak as she approached, her movements fluid and confident. She stopped in front of you, her eyes studying the tableau—Ryujin before you, Karina behind you. A faint, approving smile touched her lips. Then her hands came up to the thin straps of her camisole. She pushed them off her shoulders, letting the silky green fabric slither down her body to pool at her feet. She stood in just a matching set of emerald green lace panties, her figure toned and graceful in the soft light.
“If we’re savoring,” Su-A said, her voice a low purr, “then we’re all in.”
The sight of the three of them, in various states of undress, focused entirely on you, was almost too much to process. It was a dizzying, breathtaking form of worship.
Ryujin’s attention was pulled to Su-A for a second, a smirk playing on her lips. “Always have to make an entrance, unnie.”
“Always,” Su-A agreed, her eyes gleaming.
Ryujin’s focus returned to you. Her fingers found the button of your shorts, popping it open with a deft flick. The zipper rasped down. “These are in the way,” she said, her voice thick.
Karina’s hands at your waist helped, pushing the fabric over your hips. Together, they eased your shorts and boxers down your legs until you could step out of them. You were naked now, exposed to their combined gaze. The air felt electric on your skin.
Ryujin didn’t immediately touch you again. She just looked, her eyes traveling down your body with a heated appreciation that made your skin flush. “Perfect,” she whispered.
Then she sank to her knees.
The world narrowed to the sight of Ryujin on her knees before you, her head level with your hips. Her hands settled on your thighs, her thumbs rubbing slow circles on the sensitive inner skin. She looked up at you, her eyes huge and dark. “I’ve dreamed about this view,” she admitted, her voice rough.
Karina, still holding you from behind, tightened her arms around you. One of her hands drifted lower, her fingers trailing through the hair at the base of your stomach, but going no further. She was content to hold, to be connected, while Ryujin took the lead.
Su-A came to stand beside Ryujin, looking down at her friend with a mix of affection and arousal. She reached out and ran her fingers through Ryujin’s dark hair, pushing it back from her forehead. “Show him how much you missed him,” Su-A murmured, her words a clear encouragement.
Ryujin didn’t need more invitation. She leaned forward, but instead of taking you in her mouth, she pressed her face against your stomach, kissing the skin just above your navel. Her lips were soft, warm. She trailed kisses lower, along the line of hair, her breath fanning over you. Her hands slid to your ass, gripping firmly, pulling you just a fraction closer.
“You have no idea,” she whispered against your skin, her words a hot vibration. “The nights I lay awake, imagining your cock in my mouth. Wondering how you’d taste. How you’d feel on my tongue.” She kissed the base of your shaft, a slow, open-mouthed press that made your legs tremble. “The reality is so much fucking better.”
Finally, her tongue swept out, a broad, wet stroke from root to tip. A ragged groan tore from your throat. Karina’s arms squeezed you in response, her own breathing growing uneven against your back.
Ryujin took her time, her tongue painting slow, maddening circles around the head, licking away the bead of moisture that had gathered there. She savored it, humming softly. “So good,” she mumbled, her lips brushing against you as she spoke. “All for me. For us.”
She opened her mouth and took you in, not with a sudden plunge, but with an excruciatingly slow descent. You watched, mesmerized, as your length disappeared between her lips, her cheeks hollowing slightly. She reached about halfway, her tongue working along the underside, before pulling back with a soft, wet pop.
“Fuck, Ryujin…” you gasped.
She grinned up at you, a wicked, beautiful sight. “I plan to,” she said, before diving back in. This time she took more, her head beginning to bob in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her hands kneaded your ass, guiding your gentle movements. Every pull of her mouth, every flick of her tongue was a masterpiece of controlled pleasure. She was savoring you, just as she promised.
The dual sensations were overwhelming—the hot, wet suction of Ryujin’s mouth, and the soft, full press of Karina’s body against your back, her occasional kisses on your shoulder blade, her hands stroking your stomach.
Then Su-A moved. She knelt beside Ryujin, her face close to her friend’s working mouth. She watched, her own lips slightly parted. After a moment, she turned her head and captured Ryujin’s lips in a deep, messy kiss. You could see their tongues slide together, taste mingling. It was intensely erotic, a shared intimacy that included you completely.
Su-A broke the kiss, her eyes finding yours. “She’s good, isn’t she?” she said, her voice breathless. “But she shouldn’t have all the fun.”
Su-A’s hands joined Ryujin’s on your thighs, her touch slightly cooler. She leaned in and began to kiss and lick the skin of your hip, her mouth working in tandem with Ryujin’s. When Ryujin pulled back to breathe, her lips slick and swollen, Su-A took her place, taking you into her own mouth without hesitation.
The difference was striking. Where Ryujin’s technique was all playful, passionate control, Su-A’s was confident and deep. She took you to the back of her throat almost immediately, a low hum of pleasure vibrating through you. Her hands slid up to your stomach, her nails scratching lightly through the hair there.
Ryujin watched for a moment, panting, a look of pure lust on her face. Then she turned her attention to your balls, cupping them gently in one hand while her mouth and tongue lavished attention on the sensitive skin beneath.
You were lost in a vortex of sensation. Karina’s whispers of encouragement in your ear. The wet, hot heat of Su-A’s mouth. The clever, teasing flicks of Ryujin’s tongue. Your fingers tangled in Su-A’s hair, then in Ryujin’s, not guiding, just needing to hold on.
“That’s it,” Karina whispered, her voice trembling with her own arousal. “They love you so much. We all do.”
Su-A pulled off with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting her lips to you. “Okay,” she panted, her eyes glazed. “My turn for that view.” She shifted, moving to sit on the floor beside you, leaning her head against Karina’s leg, looking up the line of your body.
Ryujin reclaimed her position, her mouth enveloping you once more, her rhythm growing a fraction more urgent, a fraction more desperate. The buildup was exquisite, a slow coil of tension in your gut.
But you didn’t want to finish like this. Not yet. Not when the promise of more hung in the air.
With a force of will that felt superhuman, you gently pulled Ryujin’s head back by her hair. She released you with a surprised, wet sound, looking up at you with questioning, lust-drowned eyes.
“My turn,” you breathed, your voice barely recognizable.
You turned in Karina’s arms, facing her. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted. You cupped her face and kissed her, pouring all the building intensity into it. She melted against you, her hands coming up to clutch at your shoulders. You walked her backward slowly until her legs hit the edge of the large, low sofa in the middle of the room.
“Lie down,” you murmured against her mouth.
She did, sinking into the soft cushions, her cotton sleep shirt riding up to the tops of her thighs. You followed her down, settling between her legs, bracing yourself over her. You kissed her again, deeply, while your hand slid up her thigh, under the hem of her shirt. You found the damp heat of her panties, and a shuddering moan broke from her lips into your mouth.
From the floor, Ryujin and Su-A watched. Ryujin crawled closer, coming to kneel beside the sofa at Karina’s head. She leaned down and kissed Karina’s temple, then her cheek, then captured her lips in a searing kiss of her own, her hand coming to rest on Karina’s stomach, under her shirt.
Su-A stood and walked to the other side of the sofa. She looked down at the three of you, her gaze hungry. Slowly, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her lace panties and pushed them down her legs, kicking them aside. She was now fully naked, her body a stunning silhouette against the room’s light. She climbed onto the sofa, kneeling near Karina’s hips.
You broke your kiss with Karina, both of you breathless. You looked at Su-A, then at Ryujin. “All of you,” you said, the command soft but undeniable. “I want to see all of you.”
Understanding flashed in their eyes. Ryujin sat back on her heels and pulled her sports bra over her head in one swift motion. Her breasts were small, high, and perfectly shaped, with dusky pink nipples that were already peaked tight. She didn’t shy away; she arched her back slightly, offering herself to your gaze.
Su-A, already bare, simply smiled and ran her hands over her own curves, from her breasts down to her hips, a slow, proud caress.
Karina, beneath you, bit her lip. With a shy glance, she gripped the hem of her sleep shirt and pulled it up, over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She was left in only a pair of simple, pale blue cotton panties. Her breasts spilled free, full and heavy, their weight shifting as she breathed. Her nipples were a deeper pink, large and beautifully erect.
The sight stole the air from your lungs. Three stunning women, all bare, all focused on you and each other. Ryujin’s athletic leanness. Karina’s lush, generous curves. Su-A’s toned, confident elegance. It was a mosaic of desire, and you were at the center.
You lowered your head to Karina’s breast, taking one taut nipple into your mouth. She cried out, her back arching off the cushions. You sucked gently, then with more pressure, your tongue circling the peak. Your hand found her other breast, kneading the soft, heavy flesh, thumb brushing over the nipple.
Ryujin’s hand joined yours, her fingers tracing the curves of Karina’s breast you weren’t touching. “So beautiful, Kka,” Ryujin murmured, before leaning down to kiss Karina’s stomach.
Su-A watched for a moment, her hand drifting between her own legs. She touched herself, her fingers sliding through her folds, a soft sigh escaping her. She wasn’t just an observer; she was a participant, getting off on the sight and the energy in the room.
You moved your mouth lower, trailing kisses down Karina’s quivering stomach. You hooked your fingers into the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips, a silent plea, and you pulled them down and off her legs. She was completely exposed now, her thighs falling open slightly.
Her pussy was beautiful. Neatly trimmed, her lips full and already glistening with her arousal. The scent of her, musky and sweet, filled the air around you. You knelt between her legs, your hands spreading her thighs wider.
“Please,” she whimpered, her hands fisting in the sofa cushions.
You didn’t make her wait. You lowered your head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss right to her center. Her whole body jerked. Her taste exploded on your tongue—salty, earthy, uniquely Karina. You groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her sensitive flesh.
You began to eat her pussy with a focused hunger, but with the same slow, savoring pace Ryujin had set. Your tongue traced long, slow strokes from her entrance up to her clit, which was already swollen and peeking from its hood. You circled it, lightly at first, then with more firm pressure.
Karina’s moans were high and breathy, music to your ears. Her hands flew to your hair, not pushing, just holding on. “Oh, god… right there… yes…”
Ryujin moved. She stretched out beside Karina’s head, facing her. She kissed Karina deeply, swallowing her moans. One of Ryujin’s hands slid down to cup Karina’s breast, pinching and rolling her nipple.
Su-A crawled closer. She positioned herself near your hip, her eyes on your face as you worshipped Karina’s cunt. Her own fingers were busy between her legs, moving in quick, slick circles. “Look at you,” Su-A breathed, her voice thick with lust. “You’re a natural. Making her feel so good.”
You doubled your efforts, your tongue spearing into Karina’s entrance before flattening against her clit. You sucked the sensitive nub into your mouth, and Karina shattered. Her orgasm hit her suddenly, her body bowing off the sofa. A sharp cry was torn from her throat, muffled by Ryujin’s kiss. Her thighs clamped around your head, her hips bucking against your mouth as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. You felt her cunt clench rhythmically around nothing, her juices flowing freely over your chin.
You gentled your tongue, licking her through the aftershocks until her grip on your hair loosened and her body went boneless against the cushions, her chest heaving.
You lifted your head, your lips and chin slick. Ryujin broke the kiss with Karina to look at you, her eyes blazing. Without a word, she grabbed your face and pulled you into a fierce, deep kiss. You could taste Karina on your lips, and Ryujin groaned into your mouth, her tongue licking the flavor from yours.
“My turn,” Ryujin growled when she released you. She pushed you onto your back on the sofa, right next to the spent and trembling Karina. Ryujin swung her leg over your hips, straddling you. Her wet, bare cunt pressed against your hard stomach. She leaned down, bracing her hands on either side of your head, her small breasts dangling above your face.
“You made her come so pretty,” Ryujin whispered, her hips grinding slowly against you, smearing her own arousal on your skin. “Now I want you to make me scream.”
She lowered her mouth to yours in a devouring kiss. As she kissed you, her hand snaked between your bodies, her fingers wrapping around your shaft. She guided you to her entrance, the head of your cock nudging against her soaked, hot folds.
She paused, hovering there, letting you feel the incredible heat of her, the way her body welcomed you without even taking you in. She was dripping, her wetness coating you.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she confessed against your lips, her voice breaking with emotion. “Not just the fucking. You. I want you. All of you.” She looked over at Karina, who was watching with hazy, loving eyes, and then at Su-A, who had stopped touching herself to watch this moment with rapt attention. “And I want them to have you, too. We’re sharing you. We’re keeping you.”
With that, she sank down, taking you inside her in one slow, breathtaking inch.
The sensation was blinding. Her tight, silken heat enveloped you, a perfect, glove-like fit. She was so tight you saw stars, her inner muscles fluttering around the intrusion. She took you another inch, a low, guttural moan spilling from her lips. Her forehead dropped to yours, her eyes squeezed shut.
“Fuck… you’re so big,” she gasped. “So deep.”
She began to move, lifting her hips and sinking back down, setting a slow, grinding rhythm that had you seeing stars. Each descent was a deliberate, full-bodied surrender. You could feel every inch of her inner walls gripping you, massaging you. Her breasts brushed against your chest with every movement.
You gripped her hips, helping her set the pace. Your mouth found her neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin there. She cried out, her pace faltering for a second before becoming more urgent.
Karina recovered enough to prop herself up on an elbow. She leaned over and captured one of Ryujin’s bouncing breasts in her mouth, sucking the nipple deeply. Ryujin’s moan turned into a ragged sob of pleasure.
Su-A moved then. She came around the sofa and knelt on the floor near your head. She bent down and kissed you, her tongue plunging into your mouth as you fucked her best friend. The multitasking of sensations—Ryujin’s tight cunt milking your cock, Su-A’s hungry kiss, Karina’s mouth on Ryujin’s breast—drove you to the edge of madness.
“That’s it, baby,” Su-A whispered against your lips when she broke the kiss. “Fuck her just like that. She’s wanted it for years. Give her everything.”
Ryujin’s movements became more erratic, her breathing sharp pants against your ear. “I’m close… so close… don’t stop…”
You drove up into her, meeting her downward thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a lewd, rhythmic music. Karina’s hand slipped between your bodies, her fingers finding Ryujin’s clit and rubbing tight, fast circles.
That was all it took.
Ryujin’s body seized. A raw, shattered scream tore from her throat as her orgasm ripped through her. Her cunt clamped down on you in a series of violent, fluttering spasms, so intense it was almost painful. She collapsed forward onto your chest, her body convulsing, her internal muscles pulling and squeezing every last drop of sensation from you.
The feeling of her coming apart on top of you, her hot release flooding around your cock, pushed you over the edge. With a shout of her name, you erupted inside her. Your hips pistoned up, burying yourself to the hilt as your own release surged through you in thick, pulsing waves. The pleasure was catastrophic, wiping out every thought, leaving only the feel of her, the scent of her sweat and sex, and the sound of her weeping with release against your shoulder.
For long moments, the only sounds were ragged breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioner. Ryujin lay boneless atop you, her heart hammering against yours. You were still buried inside her, both of you pulsing with the aftershocks.
Slowly, gently, Karina and Su-A’s hands were on you both, stroking Ryujin’s back, your arms. Tender, grounding touches.
Ryujin finally stirred, lifting her head. Her eyes were glassy, her makeup smudged, her lips swollen. She looked utterly wrecked and more beautiful than you’d ever seen her. She leaned down and kissed you, a soft, trembling kiss full of unspoken emotion.
“I love you,” she whispered, the words a secret just for you in the aftermath. “I’ve loved you for so long.”
Before you could even process that, the world shifted again. Su-A’s hands were on Ryujin’s shoulders, gently easing her off you. Ryujin slid off to the side with a soft, sated sigh, curling into Karina’s waiting arms on the sofa.
You were exposed again, lying on your back, spent but still throbbing. Su-A looked down at you, her eyes dark with intent. She wasn’t finished. None of them were.
“My turn,” Su-A said, her voice a velvet promise as she swung her leg over your hips, her own wetness now
Ryujin’s spent body curled into Karina’s embrace, their shared warmth a soft island on the vast sofa. You lay beneath Su-A, her weight not yet fully settled, her thighs straddling your hips, her gaze a storm of intent. The air was thick with the scent of sex—musky, salty, sweet—and the low hum of satisfaction.
Su-A didn’t speak. She just looked at you, her eyes tracing the lines of your face, your chest still damp from Ryujin’s sweat and her own release. Her fingers, cool and deliberate, brushed over your stomach, tracing the path of a drop of sweat. Then her hand moved lower, her palm cupping your cock, which was still semi-hard, slick with Ryujin’s juices and your own.
“You’re still so ready,” she observed, her voice a low, velvet murmur. She squeezed gently, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head. A fresh jolt of arousal sparked through your fatigue. “Even after fucking Ryujin’s brains out. You’re a greedy boy.”
From the side, Ryujin chuckled, a tired, happy sound. “He’s ours, unnie. We can be greedy too.”
Karina shifted, her hand stroking Ryujin’s hair. “Should we… help?” she asked, her shyness returning but tempered with a new confidence.
Su-A’s smile was predatory. “Yes. But not like before. I have a different fantasy.” Her eyes locked on yours. “I’ve watched you with them. I’ve watched you take them, make them come. It’s fucking hot. But I’ve also watched them worship you. Ryujin’s mouth on you… Karina’s hands on you… I want that. I want to watch them do it again, but this time, I want to be in the middle of it. I want to feel it.”
You understood. “What do you want?”
She leaned down, her lips brushing yours, a ghost of a kiss. “I want you to lie back. And I want Ryujin and Karina to give you a double blowjob. While I watch. While I touch myself. While I get so fucking wet just looking at my friends choking on your cock.” Her breath was hot against your ear. “And then… I want you to drag me into it. I want a triple. I want all three of our mouths on you, licking, sucking, sharing you. I want to see you slap their asses while they gag on you. I want to see you own them. The thought of it… it makes my cunt ache.”
Her confession was pure, unfiltered lust. It mirrored your own deepest desires, the ones you hadn’t even fully articulated.
Ryujin was already moving. She disentangled herself from Karina, a new energy in her tired limbs. “Fuck yes,” she rasped, crawling off the sofa. She stood, her naked body gleaming in the lamplight, and walked to the other side of you. “I’m not done tasting him. I want to taste him with you, Karina.”
Karina, with a shy but determined nod, also rose. She moved to join Ryujin, both of them now kneeling on the floor beside the sofa, facing you. Their faces were level with your hips. Ryujin’s expression was eager, hungry. Karina’s was soft, but her eyes held a dark, wanting fire.
Su-A shifted, swinging her leg off you and sitting back on the sofa cushions beside your hip. She gave you space, but her presence was a palpable force. “Go on,” she purred. “Show me.”
Ryujin didn’t hesitate. Her hand wrapped around your shaft, her grip firm. She leaned in and her tongue darted out, licking a long stripe from the base to the tip, cleaning away the mixed fluids. “Still so perfect,” she mumbled, before opening her mouth and taking the head inside.
Karina watched for a second, then mirrored her. She didn’t take you in her mouth yet. Instead, she kissed the side of your shaft, her lips soft and warm. Then she nuzzled the skin just below, her cheek rubbing against you. It was tender, almost affectionate, before her mouth joined Ryujin’s.
They didn’t coordinate with words. It was an instinctual teamwork. Ryujin took the upper half, her mouth sinking down until her lips met her hand. Karina focused on the lower half and your balls. Her tongue swirled around the base, then licked over your sensitive sac, her mouth gentle but insistent.
The dual sensation was incredible. Ryujin’s suction was strong, rhythmic, her head bobbing with a practiced ease. Karina’s mouth was softer, wetter, her tongue exploring every inch she could reach. Their heads bumped occasionally, a soft collision that only seemed to spur them on.
Su-A watched, her breathing becoming audible. She spread her legs wider, one hand coming up to cup her own breast, pinching her nipple. The other hand slid between her thighs. You could hear the wet sound of her fingers moving through her folds. “Look at them,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “They’re so fucking good at this. They love your cock so much.”
Ryujin pulled back, her lips releasing you with a wet pop. She looked at Karina. “Switch,” she said, her voice thick.
Karina understood. She moved up, taking the head into her mouth as Ryujin shifted down, her mouth now lavishing attention on your balls. Karina’s technique was different—less aggressive, more exploratory. She sucked gently, her tongue fluttering against the underside of the head. Her full lips enveloped you beautifully, and the sight of her, usually so shy, being so brazen, sent a surge of heat through your gut.
“God, Karina,” you groaned, your hand reaching out to stroke her hair.
She moaned around you, the vibration traveling straight down your spine.
Ryujin wasn’t content with just your balls. Her hand joined her mouth, her fingers stroking the length Karina wasn’t sucking, her thumb rubbing the frenulum. Then she moved her mouth higher, kissing and licking the shaft alongside Karina’s working lips. They were sharing the space, their mouths sometimes meeting, tongues tangling around your flesh.
Su-A’s moan cut through the room. “I can’t… just watch…” Her fingers were working faster now, her hips rocking slightly. “I need to be in it.”
You reached out, your hand not gentle, grabbing a fistful of Su-A’s silky hair. “Then get in it,” you growled, the possessiveness in your voice surprising even you.
She didn’t resist. She leaned forward, crawling off the sofa to kneel on the floor in front of you, between Ryujin and Karina. The three of them now formed a triangle around your cock, their faces all within inches of each other.
“All of you,” you commanded. “Now.”
Ryujin grinned, a wild, excited look. She took the initiative, leaning in and taking about half of your length into her mouth again. Karina, seeing Ryujin’s position, focused on the remaining half, her mouth meeting Ryujin’s, their lips touching around your shaft. It was a double blowjob, but with their mouths overlapping, a messy, wet, shared effort.
Su-A didn’t take you in her mouth immediately. She lowered her head and began to lick and kiss wherever she could find space—the base, the skin above your balls, the side of your shaft pressed against Ryujin’s cheek. Her tongue was hot, her kisses desperate. Then she found a spot. She pressed her open mouth against the side of your cock where Karina’s lips were, sucking the skin there, her tongue dancing alongside Karina’s.
The view was hot as fuck. Three beautiful, naked women, their hair falling around their faces, their lips swollen and slick, all focused on one goal: worshipping your cock. Their cheeks hollowed as they sucked. Their tongues flicked and swirled. Saliva dripped, mixing with pre-cum and their own arousal. The sounds were obscene—wet slurps, soft gagging noises, low hums of pleasure.
You let your hands roam. You reached out and grabbed Ryujin’s ass, her toned, firm cheek fitting perfectly in your palm. You squeezed, then slapped it—not hard, but with a sharp, crisp sound that echoed in the room.
Ryujin gasped around your cock, her body jerking, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she sucked harder, a challenge.
You turned your attention to Karina. Her ass was fuller, softer. Your hand smacked her cheek, the flesh jiggling beautifully under the impact. She whimpered, a sound of pure submission, and deep-throat you further, taking more of your length than she had before.
Su-A, still licking, looked up at you, her eyes begging. You didn’t slap her ass. You grabbed her hair again, pulling her head forward. “Suck,” you ordered. “Take it.”
She obeyed. She opened her mouth and took the head of your cock into her mouth, her lips sealing around it just below where Ryujin and Karina were working. Now you had three mouths on you at once. Ryujin on the upper half, Karina on the middle, Su-A on the head and the underside. The pressure, the heat, the wetness was overwhelming. Their tongues collided, their lips slid against each other, a symphony of shared pleasure.
They were yours. The thought of it, the visual proof of it, made your cock swell harder, thicker, pushing against the confines of their mouths. You could feel the veins on your shaft throbbing, the head swelling almost painfully.
“You’re choking them,” you muttered, more to yourself than to them. And they were. Ryujin’s eyes were watering as she took you deeper. Karina’s breath was coming in ragged gasps between sucks. Su-A was gagging slightly, but she didn’t pull back; she pushed forward, taking more.
You slapped Ryujin’s ass again, harder this time. A red mark bloomed on her pale skin. She moaned, a guttural, desperate sound, and her cunt, visible from your angle, clenched visibly, dripping fresh arousal onto the floor.
You slapped Karina’s ass, the sound a satisfying thud. Her whole body shuddered, and she released you for a second, coughing, before diving back in with renewed fervor.
Su-A’s hand was still between her own legs, frantically rubbing her clit. “Fuck, fuck, I’m so close…” she panted, her words garbled around your cock.
You wanted to see her come. “Keep going,” you urged, your voice rough. “Make her come while she sucks me.”
Ryujin and Karina understood. They increased their pace, their bobbing heads becoming a synchronized, frantic rhythm. Su-A’s moans grew louder, higher. Her body began to tremble. Her fingers moved wildly, and then her hips bucked. A sharp, broken cry escaped her as her orgasm hit. You felt it through her body, the tension snapping, her mouth going slack around you for a moment as she was lost in the peak.
But she recovered quickly, her mouth resuming its work, sucking with a desperate, post-orgasm hunger.
The combined assault was too much. The coil in your gut tightened to a breaking point. Your balls drew up, a familiar, urgent pressure building.
“I’m gonna come,” you warned, your fingers tightening in their hair.
They didn’t pull away. They pushed in. Ryujin took you as deep as she could, her throat opening around you. Karina swallowed half your length, her nose buried in your stomach. Su-A sucked the head fiercely, her tongue massaging the tip.
The release was volcanic. Your hips bucked off the sofa cushions, thrusting into their collective mouths. The first blast shot directly into Ryujin’s throat. She gulped, swallowing convulsively. The second pulse flooded Karina’s mouth, and she drank it down, her eyes closed in ecstasy. The third, and fourth, and fifth surges filled Su-A’s mouth, spilling over her lips, dripping down her chin.
You came for a long time, a seemingly endless eruption of pent-up need and ownership. They took it all, sucking, swallowing, licking clean every drop that escaped. Their faces were slick with your cum and their saliva, a messy, beautiful painting of submission.
When the last tremor passed, you collapsed back onto the sofa, your body drained, your mind blank. They slowly released you, pulling back with soft, wet sounds.
Ryujin was the first to speak, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a proud smile on her face. “Fuck, that was intense.”
Karina nodded, her cheeks flushed crimson. She leaned forward and kissed your stomach, a tender, post-service gesture. “You taste so good,” she murmured.
Su-A sat back on her heels, looking dazed and satisfied. She ran her fingers through the cum on her chin, then licked them clean. “I’ve never… done that before. A triple. It’s fucking incredible.” She looked at Ryujin and Karina. “You two are amazing.”
Ryujin crawled forward, not to you, but to Su-A. She kissed Su-A deeply, their tongues sliding together, sharing the taste of you. “We’re a good team,” Ryujin said when they broke apart.
Karina joined them, kissing Su-A’s cheek, then Ryujin’s. The three of them, naked, covered in the evidence of your shared act, formed a small circle of intimacy on the floor. They weren’t jealous. They were happy. Harem-sisters, pleased with their work, pleased with each other.
You watched them, your heart swelling with an emotion beyond lust. It was a deep, warm possessiveness, yes, but also a profound gratitude. They had given you everything, and they had done it together.
After a moment of soft murmurs and touches, Ryujin turned her gaze back to you. “You’re spent,” she observed, her raspy voice gentle. “But we’re not done with our last day.” She glanced out the window, where the first hints of dawn were painting the sky a pale grey. “We have a few hours before we need to pack and leave.”
Su-A stood up, her body elegant even in its fatigue. “A shower,” she declared. “A shared one. To clean up. And then… maybe we can take this energy somewhere else. The private deck. The sunrise.”
Karina’s eyes lit up. “Outside?”
The idea was enticing. The memory of the previous night’s intimacy under the moon, now followed by a sunrise with all three of them…
The shower was a wide, open space, tiled in cool grey stone, with a rainfall showerhead the size of a dinner plate centered in the ceiling. It was built for luxury, for relaxation, not for the kind of frantic, multi-bodied intimacy that was now unfolding within it. But that’s exactly what it became.
Su-A led the way, her posture still regal even as she stepped onto the slick tiles. Ryujin followed, her hand reaching back to pull Karina along. You were the last to enter, the glass door sliding shut behind you with a soft click, sealing you all in a world of warm steam and shared vulnerability.
The water wasn’t on yet. For a moment, you just stood there, the four of you naked in the pale morning light filtering through a high window. The air was cool on your skin, a contrast to the heat still lingering in your blood. You looked at them, and they looked at you. Ryujin’s sharp, athletic frame, marked by the faint red blotch from your slap on her ass. Karina’s softer, curvier silhouette, her breasts heavy and full, her cheeks flushed. Su-A’s toned, confident body, a canvas of controlled power and recent release. And you, standing amidst them, feeling both exposed and utterly accepted.
Su-A reached for the control panel. A dial turned, and a moment later, a cascade of warm water fell from above, drenching you all in a sudden, unifying downpour. It was hot, almost scalding at first, then adjusted to a perfect, enveloping warmth.
“Okay,” Su-A said, her voice clear under the water’s patter. “No more fucking for now. Just… cleaning up. Talking. Being together.”
It was a directive, but it felt like a permission. A space to breathe.
Ryujin stepped under the central stream, letting the water run over her face, her short hair plastering to her scalp. She sighed, a sound of pure contentment. “God, that feels good. My mouth feels… used.”
Karina giggled, a soft, shy sound. She moved closer to Ryujin, letting the water hit her back. “My throat feels the same. But… good. Used in a good way.”
You moved to stand beside Su-A, who was already soaping up her hands with a bottle of expensive-looking body wash from a shelf. The scent was clean, herbal, with a hint of citrus. She began to wash her arms, her movements methodical.
“So,” she said, not looking at you directly. “How are you feeling? In your head. Not just your body.”
The question was unexpected. It cut through the physical afterglow, probing the emotional landscape. You took a moment, letting the water run over your shoulders.
“I’m… overwhelmed,” you admitted. “In a good way. It’s like… everything I ever fantasized about, but it’s real. And it’s with you. All of you.” You glanced at Ryujin and Karina, who were now listening, their expressions open. “I’ve had a crush on both of you for years. Since you first started coming over to our house. Ryujin’s confidence… Karina’s smile… I used to think about it when I was alone. But I never thought…”
“You never thought we’d be on a trip together, sucking your cock in a triple blowjob?” Ryujin interjected, her raspy voice laced with amusement.
“Yeah,” you said, a laugh bubbling up. “That’s exactly what I never thought.”
Karina’s smile was tender. She stepped closer, the water making her skin glisten. “I thought about you too,” she confessed, her voice barely audible over the shower. “When I saw you studying in your room, or when you’d smile at me. I thought… he’s so kind. He has a nice smile. I wanted to talk to you more, but I was always too shy.”
Ryujin nodded, moving to Karina’s side, a protective, supportive presence. “Same. I hid it better, I guess. Teasing you, playing around—that was my way of showing I liked you. But the real feeling… it was deeper. When Su-A suggested this trip, and said you were coming… I knew it was my chance. To stop hiding.”
Su-A finished washing her arms and turned to you, her hands slick with soap. “My turn,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. She began to wash your chest, her palms sliding over your skin, spreading the soap in slow, circular motions. It wasn’t a sexual touch, but it was deeply intimate. Her fingers traced over your collarbone, your pectorals, the dip of your sternum. “I knew about your crushes,” she said, her eyes focused on her task. “I’ve known for a while. I see how you look at them. And I see how they look at you, even when they think no one’s noticing.”
You stood still, letting her cleanse you. “So this trip… it wasn’t just a vacation.”
“No,” Su-A confirmed. “It was a setup. A gift. For you, and for them.” She rinsed her hands under the water, then started on your back. Her fingers worked over your shoulders, down your spine. “I have a… fantasy, like I said. Seeing you happy. Seeing you taken care of. By people I love. And seeing them happy, too. It’s a kink, I guess. A deep one. But it’s also just… love. In a messy, complicated, fucking perfect way.”
Ryujin took the body wash next. She didn’t soap herself up first. She stepped towards Karina. “Let me,” she said softly. Karina nodded, turning her back to Ryujin. Ryujin’s hands, strong and sure, began to wash Karina’s shoulders, her back, the dip of her waist. Karina closed her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
“You’re so beautiful, Karina,” Ryujin murmured, her voice devoid of its usual teasing edge. “I’ve always thought that.”
They shared a look, a silent communication that spoke of years of friendship, now deepened by a night of shared passion and service.
The shower became a choreography of care. Su-A washed you. Ryujin washed Karina. Then Karina, gaining confidence, took the soap and turned to Ryujin, washing her toned arms, her lean stomach. You watched, the warmth of the water and the warmth of their actions seeping into your bones.
After a while, the roles shifted again. Su-A finished with you and stepped back under the rainfall to rinse. You took the soap and turned to Karina. She looked at you, her gaze trusting.
“Can I?” you asked.
She nodded. “Please.”
You started with her shoulders, just as Ryujin had. Her skin was incredibly soft, like warm silk under your soapy palms. You moved down her back, feeling the subtle curve of her spine, the swell of her hips. She was quiet, but her breathing deepened. When your hands slid around to her stomach, just above the water’s stream, she trembled slightly.
“You okay?” you whispered.
“Yes,” she breathed. “It’s just… your hands feel so good. Safe.”
You continued, washing her front with a tender, respectful touch. You avoided her breasts, focusing on her ribs, her stomach, the tops of her thighs. It was an act of service, a return of the care she’d given you.
When you were done, she turned and, without a word, began to wash you again, a reciprocation that felt like a silent vow.
Ryujin and Su-A were talking under the shower stream, their voices low.
“What happens after today?” Ryujin asked Su-A, a pragmatic question cutting through the tenderness.
Su-A tilted her head back, letting the water run over her face. “We go home. Back to reality. Jobs, routines, all that.”
Ryujin’s expression sobered. “And… this? What we just did? What we are?”
Su-A looked at Ryujin, then at you and Karina. “This doesn’t end because the trip ends. This is… a new part of our reality. If we all want it to be.”
Karina paused her washing of your arm. “I want it,” she said, her voice firmer than you’d ever heard it. “I don’t want to go back to just being your stepsister’s friend who visits sometimes. I want… more.”
Ryujin grinned, that familiar, wild smile returning. “Hell yes. I want more too. I want to fuck him in my apartment. I want to cook tteokbokki for him and have Karina there. I want to share him. With you, Su-A. With Karina.”
The word “share” hung in the steam-filled air. It wasn’t a dirty word here. It was a promise.
Su-A nodded. “It’ll be complicated. Logistics. Feelings. But we’re all adults. We can figure it out.” She looked at you. “What do you want?”
You’d been listening, your mind racing through scenarios. The idea of returning to your normal life—college, your part-time job, your quiet room—and then having this… this incredible, secret network of intimacy with these three women… it was dizzying.
“I want it all,” you said, the truth simple and stark. “I want Karina’s shy smiles in my kitchen. I want Ryujin’s teasing texts during my classes. I want Su-A’s… orchestrations. I want to be with you. All of you. In whatever way works.”
Ryujin laughed, a happy, relieved sound. “Then we’ll make it work. We’re a fucking good team, remember?”
The water continued to fall, rinsing away the soap, the sweat, the remnants of your shared climax. You were clean now, physically. But emotionally, you were raw, open, newly configured.
Su-A turned off the water. The sudden silence was striking. The only sound was the drip of water from bodies and the distant hum of the resort’s infrastructure.
“We should dry off,” Su-A said, practical again. “And then… the deck. The sunrise.”
There were thick, white cotton towels stacked on a heated rack. Ryujin grabbed a few and started handing them out. The act of drying each other became another intimate ritual. Karina toweled your back, her movements gentle. You dried her hair, blotting the water from her long, dark strands. Ryujin dried Su-A’s athletic limbs with a brisk, efficient touch, and Su-A returned the favor.
When you were all mostly dry, standing in the steamy bathroom, a new kind of tension began to weave itself into the air. It was the tension of anticipation. The promise of the sunrise, of the private deck, of a “last memory” still to be made.
Ryujin was the first to move towards the door leading to the deck. It was a sliding glass panel, currently showing a view of the dark ocean and a sky that was transitioning from deep night to a pre-dawn indigo.
“It’s cold outside,” she observed, “but the deck has those loungers. And we have towels. We can wrap up.”
Karina hesitated, looking at her naked body. “Outside… naked?”
Su-A smiled. “It’s our private deck. No one can see. And the sunrise… it’s worth it. It’s the last thing we’ll see here together.”
That decided it. Karina nodded, a brave little gesture.
You all stepped out of the bathroom, padding across the cool floor of the bungalow’s main room towards the deck door. Ryujin slid it open. A rush of cool, salt-tanged air swept in, a shock against your warm skin. It was exhilarating.
The deck was wide, made of smooth, treated wood. It extended out over the water, with a railing around the edge. There were two wide, padded sun loungers, a small table, and a couple of thick, waterproof blankets folded on a shelf.
Ryujin grabbed the blankets. “These’ll help.”
You all stepped out onto the deck. The world was quiet, the resort asleep, the only sound the gentle lap of water against the bungalow’s pylons below. The sky was a masterpiece of gradient color—deep blue at the horizon, fading to a lighter, star-studded expanse above. In the east, a thin line of orange was just beginning to bleed into the darkness.
Ryujin spread one blanket on a lounger. “Come on,” she said, gesturing for you to sit.
You settled onto the lounger, the padded surface cool under your thighs. Karina sat beside you, close, her body leaning against yours for warmth. Ryujin sat on your other side, and Su-A took the space next to Karina, completing a circle on the single, wide lounger. Ryujin draped the second blanket over all of you, a shared canopy of warmth.
For a few minutes, you just sat there, wrapped in the blanket, watching the sky change. The silence was profound, but not empty. It was filled with the weight of the night’s events, the honesty of the shower talk, the promise of the future.
Karina’s hand found yours under the blanket. She laced her fingers through yours, her grip firm and sure.
“I’m not scared anymore,” she said, her voice a soft murmur against your ear. “Not of you. Not of this. I feel… free.”
Ryujin leaned her head on your shoulder. “I feel the same. I’ve been hiding this part of me—the part that wants to submit, to serve, to share—for so long. With you… it’s just out. It’s just me.”
Su-A watched the horizon, her profile elegant in the dim light. “I feel satisfied,” she said. “My fantasy… it’s real now. It’s not just a thought in my head. It’s you, here, with them. And you’re happy. They’re happy. That’s… everything I wanted.”
You listened to their confessions, each one a piece of a puzzle that was now, finally, assembled. Your crush on Karina—her shyness melted into a brave, free desire. Your crush on Ryujin—her tomboyish teasing transformed into a raw, open vulnerability. Your relationship with Su-A—her playful orchestrations revealed as a deep, loving kink aimed at your happiness.
The orange line on the horizon thickened, bleeding upward into a band of gold. The stars began to fade, surrendering to the coming light.
“What will it be like at home?” you asked, the practical worries surfacing. “You two live together, right?”
Ryujin and Karina nodded. “We share an apartment,” Ryujin confirmed. “It’ll be easy, in a way. He can come over. We can… continue.”
Su-A shifted under the blanket. “I live close by. I can be part of it. Or… I can be the planner. The one who sets up the next ‘trip.’” She smiled, a sly, knowing smile. “Maybe not the Maldives next time. Maybe a cabin. Or a beach house.”
The idea of a future, of continuity, solidified in the cool morning air. It wasn’t a fleeting holiday fantasy. It was a blueprint for a new kind of life.
The gold band in the sky now erupted into a brilliant, fiery orange. The sun itself wasn’t visible yet, but its light began to paint the underside of the clouds in brilliant hues of pink and lavender. The ocean, previously a dark mirror, started to gleam, reflecting the dawn colors in shifting, liquid patterns.
Karina squeezed your hand tighter. “It’s so beautiful.”
Ryujin sighed, a contented sound. “A perfect last memory.”
But as the light grew, the intimacy of the blanket-shared lounger began to feel… charged again. The cool air, the breathtaking vista, the naked bodies pressed together for warmth—it was a recipe for renewed tension.
Su-A’s hand, under the blanket, moved. It didn’t go to you. It went to Karina’s hip, resting there, a gentle, possessive touch. Karina didn’t flinch; she leaned into it.
Ryujin’s head tilted, her lips brushing your shoulder. “You’re getting hard again,” she whispered, her raspy voice full of amusement. “I can feel it against my leg.”
You were. The combination of their words, their touches, the majestic sunrise, the sheer improbability of this moment—it was stirring your body despite your fatigue.
“Sorry,” you mumbled, half-embarrassed.
“Don’t be sorry,” Ryujin said, her tone turning low and hungry. “It’s a compliment.” Her hand slid under the blanket, finding your thigh. Her fingers traced upwards, not towards your cock, but just stroking your skin. “The sunrise is beautiful. But watching it while feeling you get ready for us… that’s even better.”
Karina’s breathing changed. She felt Ryujin’s movement, heard her words. Her own hand, still holding yours, began to tremble slightly. Not from fear, but from arousal.
Su-A watched the two of them, her expression serene but her eyes dark with understanding. “The tension is back,” she observed softly. “We said no more fucking in the shower. But we’re not in the shower anymore.”
The implication hung in the air, as bright as the rising sun.
The orange glow intensified, and then, a sliver of the sun itself breached the horizon—a brilliant, blinding crescent of pure light. It painted the world in sharp, golden outlines. Your skin, their skin, the wood of the deck, the water below—everything was illuminated in a sudden, glorious dawn.
In that burst of light, Karina turned her face to you. Her eyes were wide, reflecting the sunrise, but also reflecting a deep, unwavering desire. “I want to feel you,” she whispered, her voice clear and sure in the new light. “Not like last night. Not like in the living room. Something… quieter. Just you and me. While the sun comes up.”
Ryujin’s fingers paused on your thigh. She didn’t protest. She nodded, a supportive, happy nod. “You should,” she said to Karina. “You deserve a moment that’s just yours.”
Su-A agreed. “We’ll watch. We’ll be here.”
The offer, the permission, was breathtaking. Karina wanted a private moment with you, within this shared space, with her harem-sisters witnessing but not intervening.
Karina shifted under the blanket, moving so she was facing you more fully. The blanket fell away from her shoulders, exposing her upper body to the cool air and the golden light. Her breasts, full and heavy, were illuminated, the nipples tightening in the chill. She was breathtaking.
She leaned forward, her lips meeting yours. The kiss was different from any before. It was slow, deep, and filled with a profound emotional current. It wasn’t a kiss leading to a fuck; it was a kiss affirming a bond. Her tongue touched yours gently, a soft exploration.
When the kiss ended, she pulled back just enough to speak. “Lie back,” she murmured.
You did, shifting on the lounger so you were reclining against the padded headrest. Karina moved with you, settling between your legs, her body covering yours. The blanket was now mostly off, a discarded pool of fabric beside the lounger. The sunrise bathed your naked bodies in warm, vivid light.
Ryujin and Su-A sat on the edges of the lounger, their bodies close, their eyes on you and Karina. They were spectators, but their presence was supportive, loving.
Karina’s hands slid over your stomach, your chest. Her touch was worshipful, tender. She didn’t rush. She traced every line, every contour, as if memorizing you in the dawn light. Her fingers brushed over your nipples, your collarbone, the dip of your throat.
Then her hands moved lower. She took your cock in her hand, not to suck it, but to hold it. She just held it, her palm warm against your hardening flesh. She looked at it, then at you, her eyes soft.
“I love this part of you,” she said, her voice a reverent whisper. “I love how it feels. I love what it does to me. To us.”
She began to stroke you, her hand moving up and down with a slow, deliberate pace. It wasn’t the frantic pumping of a blowjob. It was a sensual massage, a communion. Her thumb brushed over the head, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there.
The sunrise continued its ascent, the sliver becoming a half-circle, then a full, blazing orb lifting from the sea. The world was now fully awake, golden and bright.
Karina’s strokes continued, her rhythm steady, her gaze locked with yours. You could see Ryujin and Su-A in your periphery, watching silently, their expressions soft and approving.
“I’m not going to make you come,” Karina said, her voice still that gentle whisper. “I just want to feel you. I want you to feel me. I want this memory to be… slow. Perfect.”
You nodded, your throat tight with emotion. “It’s perfect.”
She leaned down then, not to take you in her mouth, but to kiss the tip. A soft, lingering press of her lips against the sensitive head. Then she kissed your stomach, your thighs, everywhere but the core. It was a map of affection drawn on your body with her mouth.
Ryujin, watching, let out a soft sigh. “God, she’s good at this. So gentle.”
Su-A smiled. “She’s learning herself. And teaching us.”
Karina continued her gentle worship for minutes, her hands and lips exploring you as the sun climbed higher, its light warming your skin directly now, chasing away the chill of the dawn air. You were fully hard, aching with a need that was more emotional than physical. The need to be close to her, to be known by her in this quiet, sunlit way.
Eventually, she shifted her position. She rose up, kneeling between your legs, and then she lay down on top of you, her body aligning with yours, her breasts pressing against your chest, her stomach against yours, her legs straddling your hips. She wasn’t positioning herself for penetration; she was positioning herself for closeness. Her face nestled into the side of your neck, her breath warm against your skin.
“Hold me,” she whispered.
You wrapped your arms around her, holding her tight against you. Your cock was trapped between your stomach and hers, a hard, warm line of connection. You could feel her heartbeat against your chest, fast and steady.
Ryujin and Su-A moved closer. They didn’t touch you or Karina. They just sat beside the lounger, their hands finding each other’s under the discarded blanket. They held hands, watching you and Karina embrace under the full sunrise.
It was a moment of pure, unadulterated romance. The sex was in the past, and in the future. But right now, it was just this: holding Karina, feeling her love, witnessing the dawn with your harem-sisters as witnesses and participants in this new, complicated love.
Time seemed to stretch. The sun rose fully, turning from gold to a bright, daylight white. The magic of the sunrise moment passed, but the intimacy of the embrace did not.
Finally, Karina stirred. She lifted her head from your neck and looked at you. Her eyes were clear, happy, and utterly without shyness.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Thank you,” you replied.
She kissed you once more, a brief, sweet kiss, then she sat up, disentangling herself from you. The cool air hit your skin again, a reminder that the moment was over.
Ryujin stood up, stretching her arms overhead. “Okay. Now I’m hungry. And we need to pack.”
Su-A laughed, the sound breaking the solemn atmosphere. “Back to reality. But with a new map.”
Karina stood too, reaching for the towel to wrap around herself. You sat up, your body feeling lighter, clearer than it had all trip.
The sunrise had been witnessed. The last memory, as Ryujin had wanted, had been made. It wasn’t a frenzied fuck. It was a tender, sunlit embrace that solidified everything that had happened in the dark.
You all stood on the deck for a final moment, looking at the now-bright ocean, the fully awakened resort. The trip was ending. But something much bigger was beginning.
Ryujin turned to you, her playful grin returning. “So. Breakfast first. Then packing. Then the airport.” She paused, her eyes glinting. “And then… planning the next trip. My apartment first. I have a new fantasy too. I want to fuck you on my kitchen counter while Karina makes tteokbokki.”
The concrete underfoot still held the day's warmth as Joon nudged you with his elbow.
"Seriously, man, you're overthinking it. Just tell Yujin you want to try—" His sentence snapped shut mid-breath.
You followed his stare across the street to where your mother was power-walking toward you, her workout leggings clinging to every curve like they'd been painted on.
Joon's Adam's apple bobbed like he'd swallowed a live fish. "Holy—"
Joon's jaw actually dropped when Eunbi's stilettos clicked across the pavement, her fitted blazer unbuttoned just enough to show the swell of her chest beneath the silk blouse. The way her hips swayed in that pencil skirt made my throat go dry—same as always.
"Hey, baby," she murmured, pressing her lips to your cheek before you could dodge it. Her perfume wrapped around me, something expensive and musky.
"Mommy came to fetch you."
Your cheeks burned hot enough to fry an egg, but you ducked your head and shoved your hands in your pockets like it was nothing. Joon made a strangled noise beside you—somewhere between a cough and a whimper—as Eunbi's manicured fingers curled around his shoulder.
"Hey, you must be Joon, Eunhae's best friend," she purred, thumb brushing the collar of his shirt. "I've heard so much about you." The way she lingered on "so" made your stomach flip.
Joon's mouth opened and closed like a landed fish, his pupils dilating as Eunbi's fingers trailed down his arm with deliberate slowness. "I—uh—" he stammered, his throat working around nothing. You could practically see the sweat beading along his hairline under the streetlights.
"Cute".
Joon's knees nearly buckled when Eunbi's fingers curled around his wrist, her thumb tracing slow circles against his pulse point.
"Do you want to go home with aunt and Eunhae, dear?" she murmured, her voice dripping like honey laced with something darker. The streetlight caught the glint of her teeth when she smiled—too wide, too knowing—as Joon's breath hitched audibly.
Your fingers dug into Eunbi's wrist harder than intended, the suddenness of your grip making her stiletto skid on the pavement. "Joon, there's an extra course," you lied through clenched teeth, already yanking her toward the crosswalk. Her surprised laugh—that low, throaty sound that always coiled tight in your gut—got swallowed by the honk of a passing truck. "Let's go home, Mom."
As you get in the car with your mother from a distance, Joon strokes his throbbing chest and says, "Your mother is so hot, Eunhae."
The front door clicked shut behind your, sealing your in the dim foyer with only the hum of the air conditioner between your. Eunbi's stilettos sank into the plush carpet as she turned, her blazer slipping off one shoulder to reveal the smooth curve of her collarbone. "Are you ready for our lesson, Baby?" Her voice was a velvet purr, fingers already working the buttons of her blouse loose.
You swallowed hard—your tongue suddenly too thick—and nodded again. "Yes, Mom," You muttered, but your feet stayed planted on the foyer's marble tiles.
Eunbi's eyebrow arched, her lips parting just enough to show the tip of her tongue wetting the corner of her mouth. The slow drag of her fingers down her own throat wasn't accidental; I knew that move. It was the same one she'd taught you to use on Yujin last month when you complained she was too shy in bed.
"What are you waiting for? To your room, now," she breathed against your ear, the heat of her words sending a jolt down your spine.
The door clicked open with agonizing slowness—just enough for the hallway light to slice across the carpet toward the bed where you sat, knees pressed together under the thin cotton of your underwear. Then Eunbi stepped through, backlit like some kind of erotic silhouette, the white lace of her lingerie glowing sheer enough to outline every forbidden curve. Your breath snagged in your throat when she turned, the fabric pulling taut across her hips, the dip of her waist, the heavy swell of her chest barely contained by scalloped cups.
"Ready baby, boy. "
How hell was happening.
It have been started a Month ago.
The first time you'd confessed it to Eunbi, you'd been slumped over the kitchen island after midnight. "She says I don't... know what I'm doing," you'd mumble into the countertop, the admission sour on your tongue.
The confession had slipped out one night when the kitchen smelled like burnt garlic. "Yujin says I move like I’m afraid of breaking her," you muttered, watching your mother’s reflection in the dark window.
Eunbi's manicured fingers tilted your chin up, her thumb brushing away the tension in your jaw before you could duck away. "Hey," she murmured, voice softer now—less of that predatory purr from the street, more like when she'd bandage your scraped knees as a child.
"Look at me." The command was gentle but unshakable, the way she used to say it when you'd hide behind your hands after nightmares.
Eunbi's fingers lingered on your chin, her thumb tracing the edge of your lip with a tenderness that made your pulse stutter.
"You're thinking too hard," she murmured, her breath warm against your face. "Sex isn't a performance, Eunhae. It's not something you can fail at."
Her other hand settled on your thigh, the heat of her palm seeping through the fabric of your sweatpants.
"You just need to learn how to listen—to her body, to your own.”
The words hung between you like a live wire, sizzling in the air-conditioned silence of your bedroom. "Who did I learn it with, Mom?" you repeated, the question raw in your throat.
Eunbi's fingers tapped against her own sternum—once, twice—the lace of her bra shifting with each movement.
"Your mother is a great teacher about kamasutra, you know that?" she murmured, her lips quaking at the edges like this was some private joke between them.
"That's so crazy, Mom," you choked out, your voice cracking under the weight of it. "We're both mother and son.”
"Trust your mother, baby," Eunbi murmured, her fingers tracing idle circles on the inside of your wrist—the same way she used to when you were small and feverish, only now her touch burned for entirely different reasons.
You sighed heavily, nodding despite the knot tightening in your stomach, because what else could you do when she looked at you like that—half indulgence, half hunger—with her lower lip caught between her teeth?
The present time.
Your lips trembled against Eunbi's—not from hesitation, but from the sheer impossibility of the moment. The scent of her cherry lip balm mingled with the faintest trace of the wine she'd sipped earlier, flooding your senses as her tongue teased along the seam of your mouth. When she pulled back just enough to murmur those words—"smooch... Smooch.. Baby, you learn well"—her breath hitched in a way that made your pulse stutter.
"You are a really great teacher, Mom," you murmured against Eunbi's lips, your voice barely above a whisper as her fingers tightened in your hair.
The words tasted like confession and surrender all at once—sticky-sweet with her cherry balm, bitter with the wine still lingering on her tongue.
Eunbi pulled back just far enough to smirk, her thumb swiping across your bottom lip where it had begun to swell.
"It is not in vain that one month I teach you, baby," she purred, the words rolling off her tongue with a satisfaction that made your stomach flip.
The way she said it—like this was some kind of graduation ceremony—sent heat crawling up your neck. Her laugh, low and throaty, vibrated against your collarbone as she pressed another kiss there.
"You were always such a quick study, what do you do next, Baby?" Her voice was a velvet whisper against your flushed skin, fingers still tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to make your breath hitch.
Your fingers fumbled against the lace strap of Eunbi's bra despite the weeks of practice—the delicate fabric slipping through your trembling grip like water. The air between you crackled with something electric as the strap finally slid down her shoulder, revealing the swell of her breast inch by torturous inch. Eunbi's breath hitched when the cup loosened, her nipple pebbling against the sheer fabric before you pulled it away completely, leaving her bare to your hungry gaze.
Eunbi's breath ghosted across your lips—warm and wine-sweet—as her fingers tightened in your hair.
"What are you waiting for?" she murmured, the words curling around you like smoke. "Show Mommy what you've learned this month."
Your mouth closed around Eunbi's nipple with a soft, wet sound—hesitant at first, then firmer when her fingers twisted in your hair, pulling just enough to sting. The taste of her skin flooded your senses, salt and something uniquely her beneath the fading traces of expensive lotion. A shudder ran through her when you sucked gently, her hips jerking forward against your thigh as she let out a moan that sounded almost surprised.
"God—yes, just like that," she gasped, her voice breaking on the last syllable as her nails scraped against your scalp. The praise sent a jolt down your spine, your grip tightening on her waist as you swirled your tongue around the stiff peak, reveling in the way her breath hitched.
Eunbi's fingers tightened in your hair when you asked the question, her nails scraping lightly against your scalp in a way that sent shivers down your spine. The taste of her skin—salt and vanilla body lotion—lingered on your tongue as you pulled back just enough to see her smirk.
"Mom," you repeated, your voice rougher than intended, "Will Yujin like it when I touch her breasts like this?"
Eunbi's laughter was low, throaty, vibrating through her chest where your hands still cupped her.
"That's right, baby," she murmured, her thumb brushing your lower lip where it glistened with her arousal. "Your girlfriend will definitely like it very much."
Her hips rolled against your thigh as she said it, the heat of her pressing through the thin lace of her panties.
"Especially if you do this—" Her hand guided yours, shaping your fingers to knead rather than grip, her breath hitching when you followed her instruction perfectly. "Yes, just like that. Gentle but... firm.”
The pressure of Eunbi's fingers guiding yours was both maddening and intoxicating—her grip firm enough to leave crescent marks on your skin as she showed you exactly how to roll her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"Like this," she breathed, her voice thick with something between instruction and arousal, "slow circles, but—ah—harder when I arch like that."
You obeyed instantly, your mouth sealing around her other nipple with a wet suction that drew a gasp from her lips.
The lesson dissolved the moment Eunbi's nipple swelled against your tongue—her skin impossibly soft yet firm beneath your lips, like warm silk stretched over liquid heat. Every rational thought drowned in the way she arched into your mouth with a shuddering gasp, her fingers tightening in your hair not to guide but to keep you there. The taste of her flooded your senses—salt and something darker beneath her vanilla lotion—and suddenly all your practiced movements turned clumsy, your hands fumbling over her ribs as if discovering her body for the first time.
Beep… BeBeep… BeBeep.
The high-pitched beep of the alarm clock sliced through the heavy air like a knife. Eunbi's fingers froze mid-stroke through your hair, her entire body tensing against yours as if electrocuted. For one suspended second, the only sound was your mingled breathing—ragged and uneven—before she pulled back with a sharp inhale, her cherry-glossed lips parting in surprise.
"Shit," she hissed, the word more breath than voice as she scrambled off your lap, her stiletto catching on the rumpled bedsheet.
The strap of her bra dangled precariously down her arm as she lunged for the blouse discarded at the foot of the bed.
"Training time's over, baby," she said, voice already shifting back into that familiar maternal cadence even as her fingers trembled on the buttons.
"Your father and your older sister will be home soon.”
The blouse buttons slipped through Eunbi's shaking fingers twice before she finally secured them, the fabric swallowing up the evidence of what had just happened—what almost happened. You yanked your sweatpants back up with trembling hands, the elastic snapping against your hips harder than intended as the scent of her cherry balm still clung to your lips.
Downstairs, the PlayStation boot screen flickered to life with a familiar chime just as Eunbi's stilettos clicked against the kitchen tiles. Your fingers fumbled over the controller, thumbs pressing too hard on the analog sticks as your character on-screen staggered drunkenly. The sizzle of garlic hitting oil hissed from the kitchen, followed by Eunbi's off-key humming—some old trot song your father liked—as if she hadn't just had your tongue between her teeth thirty seconds ago.
The front door swung open with a groan of hinges, and your father's broad silhouette filled the doorway before he stepped into the foyer, his work boots tracking faint dust across the polished tiles.
"Honey, I'm home," he called out, his voice warm with exhaustion and something else—that same eager note he'd had since their honeymoon. His arms opened before he even spotted Eunbi leaning against the kitchen island, her blouse now neatly buttoned to the throat, her lips freshly glossed.
Eunbi turned with practiced grace, her hips swaying just enough to make the hem of her skirt flutter.
"Welcome back, dear," she murmured, stretching up on her toes to meet his kiss.
Your father's hands settled on her waist, his thumbs brushing the dip of her spine through the thin fabric as their lips met—a slow, familiar press that lingered a heartbeat too long. You watched his fingers flex against her blouse, the fabric wrinkling under his grip before he pulled back with a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.
Followed behind, your older sister, Karina. Her sneakers squeaked against the tile as she shuffled in, thumbs flying across her phone screen with the practiced ease of someone who'd spent more time texting than breathing. The glow of the display lit her sharp features—high cheekbones and a pointed chin that mirrored Eunbi's, though softened by youth.
"I'm home," she muttered, not even glancing up as she nudged the door shut with her hip.
Karina's elbow dug into your ribs as she flopped onto the couch beside you, her legs sliding under yours with a sharp shove that sent you skidding to the far edge of the cushions.
"Move your ass," she muttered, eyes never leaving her phone screen as her thumbs blurred across the display.
“Hey, Noona.. “, You opened your mouth to protest, but she cut you off with a dismissive flick of her wrist, the silver bangles on her arm clinking together.
"Don't even start, Eunhae. I had lab practicals all day—my feet are fucking dead.”
You gave in—like always—because arguing with Karina was like trying to stop a typhoon with a paper fan. The moment she nudged you aside with her hip, you knew resistance was futile. Her phone screen illuminated the determined set of her jaw, her thumbs tapping furiously at some text chain you weren't privy to. The PlayStation controller dangled uselessly from your fingers as she commandeered the space beside you, her sock feet slipping under your thighs like she owned them.
You glance at her.
Karina's campus outfits should've been illegal. The way those high-waisted shorts clung to her thighs like a second skin made professors forget their lectures mid-sentence. Even from across the quad, you could see the precise moment male students' brains short-circuited—their necks snapping sideways as she passed, textbooks slipping from suddenly-sweaty fingers. Her cropped tank tops rode up when she stretched in the library, revealing a sliver of toned stomach that had study groups dissolving into coughing fits.
Karina's body was a cruel joke played by genetics—her mother's voluptuous curves poured into a younger, tighter mold. The way her white crop top stretched across her bust when she reached for the remote made seams threaten to pop, the fabric clinging like it was begging for mercy. Her shorts rode up as she curled her legs beneath her, the denim digging into the plush flesh of her thighs with a snugness that bordered on obscene.
Karina's eyes flicked up from her phone screen, the blue light casting sharp shadows under her cheekbones as her gaze pinned you in place. You jerked your head away too fast—your neck protested with a quiet crack—but not fast enough.
Her smirk curled like smoke, slow and deliberate, as she stretched her arms above her head with an exaggerated yawn that made her crop top ride even higher.
"Did you just look at your Noona's body, pervert?" The words dripped with amusement, her tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth on the last syllable like she'd caught you with your hand in the cookie jar.
"What can be proud of a pig's body like you, Noona?" The words tumbled out before you could bite them back, your voice pitched higher than intended—like a child caught in a lie.
Instead of getting angry, Karina replied with sarcastic words, "but my body is sexier than your girlfriend isn't it, Oh, are Yujin and you still dating?"
" We are still dating."
Karina's smirk twisted into something sharper as she tilted her head, the glow from her phone screen casting eerie shadows across her features.
"From what I heard," she drawled, stretching the words like taffy, "you still haven't managed to pop her cherry, right?"
The taunt landed with the precision of a scalpel, her manicured thumbnail tapping against her phone case in a slow, mocking rhythm.
Your throat clenched around nothing—no comeback, no defense, just the sour taste of truth clinging to your tongue. The controller in your hands creaked under the pressure of your grip, plastic protesting as your knuckles whitened. Karina's chuckle was a slow, deliberate thing, curling through the space between you like smoke from a lit fuse.
The PlayStation controller slipped from your fingers when Eunbi's voice floated in from the kitchen—that same lilting tone she'd used to call you for dinner since childhood.
"Eunhae-ya! Karina! Come eat!" The normalcy of it was almost surreal, like none of the last thirty minutes had happened at all.
***
The LED clock on your nightstand blinked 23:30 PM in acid-green digits, the numbers blurred as you squeezed your eyes shut tighter. The pillow over your head did nothing to muffle the rhythmic creak of bedsprings through the thin wall—a sound that had become as familiar as your own heartbeat these past weeks.
Eunbi's voice cut through the darkness, high and breathless—"Right there, yes, just like that—" before dissolving into a moan that made your toes curl under the sheets.
The wet slap of skin on skin followed, punctuated by your father's guttural grunts and the headboard knocking against the wall in a steady, relentless tempo.
You rolled onto your stomach, the sudden friction against your erection drawing a hiss from between your teeth. The scent of cherry lip balm still lingered on your skin from earlier, mixing with the musky tang of your own arousal as you pressed your face deeper into the mattress.
Every gasp from the other side of the wall seared itself into your brain—Eunbi's sharp "Ah! Ah!" rising in pitch, the way she'd sob your father's name when she came, the obscene squelch of their bodies moving together.
The hallway floorboards creaked under your bare feet as you stepped out of your room, the sound drowned out by the relentless rhythm of the bedsprings next door. The dim glow from the bathroom nightlight cast long shadows across the corridor—and illuminated the unmistakable silhouette of Karina crouched by your parents' slightly ajar door. She was clad only in a thin tank top and panties, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that made your throat go dry. The neckline of her top gaped dangerously as she leaned forward, giving you an eyeful of her bare breasts swaying with each subtle movement.
Karina's fingers gripped the doorframe for balance, her knuckles white as she pressed her ear closer to the gap. The sharp intake of her breath when a particularly loud moan spilled out made your own pulse stutter.
From three steps back, you could see her free hand disappearing beneath the waistband of her panties, the fabric riding up her thighs with each subtle shift of her fingers. The wet sound of skin against skin from inside the bedroom matched the slick rhythm of Karina's hidden movements.
Creeping closer on silent feet, you caught the full scene through the door slit—your father's broad back glistening with sweat as he drove into Eunbi from behind, her lace panties torn aside and dangling from one ankle. The obscene slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed louder than Karina's choked whimpers. Her tank top had ridden up completely now, revealing the way her back arched with each secret stroke of her fingers.
"Wha—" you started, then swallowed hard before trying again in a hushed tone that barely carried over the noise. "What are you doing, Noona?”
Karina's hand clamped over your mouth before you could finish the question, her fingers digging into your cheeks with bruising force. The scent of her strawberry hand lotion flooded your nose as she yanked you backward, her bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor in a frantic retreat. From inside the bedroom, the rhythmic creaking paused abruptly—your father's voice slicing through the sudden silence:
"Who's outside?"
Karina's grip on your wrist was iron-tight as she dragged you down the hallway, her breath coming in sharp, panicked huffs. The bathroom nightlight caught the wild gleam in her eyes as she shoved you into her room, the door clicking shut just as your father's footsteps thudded into the corridor. Her back slammed against the door, chest heaving under the thin tank top that now clung to her sweat-slicked skin.
Your knees hit the edge of Karina's bed as she pushed you down, her palm still pressed painfully against your lips. The faint glow of her salt lamp illuminated the furious flush creeping up her neck—the way her pupils had blown so wide her irises were nearly swallowed. Downstairs, your father's muffled voice called out, "Must've been the cat," before the distant squeak of bedsprings resumed.
Karina's knee dug into your thigh as she straddled you, her bare skin scorching through the thin fabric of your sweatpants. The lace edge of her panties pressed against your erection with every frantic shift of her hips—each accidental brush sending sparks up your spine. Her tank top had ridden up completely now, the swell of her breasts pressing against your chest with each panicked breath.
"Don't. Say. A. Word," she hissed through clenched teeth, the mint of her toothpaste mixing with the strawberry lotion still clinging to her palms.
The salt lamp's glow painted sweat-slick streaks down Karina's neck as she leaned closer, her thighs tightening around yours in a vice grip. Through the thin cotton of her panties, you could feel her own arousal—a damp heat that made your hips jerk involuntarily.
Karina's breath hitched at the movement, her nails digging into your shoulders hard enough to leave crescent marks.
Karina feels a bulge under your pants.
"You little pervert," she whispered, voice cracking on the last syllable as she ground down harder—whether to silence you or herself, you couldn't tell.
Hii, I'm Karinaholic! She/Her, I mainly write for aespa and occasionally other ggs! My requests are always open. I need ideas to write about, so let me know what you want to see from me!
Aespa
Chapter 1 - The "Unbreakable" Bond (ft. Karina Aespa)
Chapter 2 - The "Unbreakable" Bond (ft. Karina Aespa)
Chapter 1 - Pouring for Him (ft. Winter)
Upcoming
1. Final Chapter - The "Unbreakable" Bond (Karina)
2. Chapter 2 - Pouring for Him (Winter)
3. Giselle Fic (viewer decided plot)
Putting all series that have their own page here. For the rest, you can check the library 🙃
IU
-The Company: Series
Le Sserafim
-Dating Seraphs
Twice
-Twice's Private Manager Book 1
-Twice's Private Manager Book 2
-Sociopath(Nayeon)
Multiple Idols
-BlackPink House
-Buck List - sinswithpleasure's series list
-Coldfanbou's Series List
-Desperate Housewives by thelibrarian69
-Dulce Premium
-Eleven to One - fillinforlater's series list
-Elite Bodyguard
-Kinktober 2022 by Iznsfw
-Kinktober 2023 by existentiallyleaf
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-Naughty Cuzzy
-Non-dark horse universe
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-Worldsover's Masterlist - Where their Kinktober is
Oh My Girl
Arin
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Yooa
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Purple Kiss
Yuki
-The house of mori
Red Velvet
Wendy
-Valentine's Roulette
-Ignite
-I heard you're married
-Best lollipop ever!
-Impatience
-The Beginner's Guide to Great-Looking Abs in Just 10 Minutes
-Enkindle
-Secret's out
-Untitled
Seulgi
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Irene
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Yeri
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Joy
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STAYC
Isa
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Seeun
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Sieun
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TripleS
YooYeon
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SohYun
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-Cruise
-An Unexpected D-day
-qu'est-ce que tu dirais?
Twice(1/2)
Multiple Members
-Queen of Hearts
-On the dance floor
-You can watch, but you can't touch
-Flashing lights
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-After Concert
-Trying for more
-Different type of garage
-Live to serve
-When worlds collide
-Live to serve
Nayeon
-Nayeon's First Night
-Nayeon's Morning Sex
-Bunny breeder feat. Eunha
-Caught
-Happy Endings
-Loyalty, royalty, and death by exile
-Exclusive
-Late Present
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Mina
-Everything is sweeter with you
-Mina's Adventure
-Mommy Mina's Punishment
-The CEO's good boy
-Cuckqueen
-Just friends?
-Rainy days with Mina
-Mommy's little boy
-House of balloons
-Day off pt. 1
-Connections
-Money's little boy
-Milk coffee
-Night club darkness
-Homemaker
-Stargazing
-I got you, boss
Momo
-Sharing Momo
-Mail order maid
-Good as gold
-Powertrip
-All mine
-High and dry
-Momo in the studio
-Momo and The Scent In The Dance Room
-Crazy stupid love
-Lost Chapter - Impurities pt. 1
-All Mine
-Mornings with you
-Caiju Clean-Up Crew
A story following a character who finds himself in a love triangle with Chaewon and Kazuha, and as well as the messiness that comes with Sakura being his ex. There is drama, suspense, heartbreak, and a lot of sex.
Disclaimer: This is SMUT for Chaewon, Kazuha, and Sakura.
“Crazy…” Anna’s voice is even lower than Ryujin's.
…
“But, who are you?” Sooin stared at the girl who just butted in the shop.
Wonyoung looked at Sooin from head to toe before answering. “I’m Jang Wonyoung. I’m here to take him back.” She stood there with an intimidating, expensive aura that radiated around her.
“She’s looking for him, so I take her inside. But, why take him back?” Anna asked about Wonyoung’s agenda since they are all new to her.
Anna stood on Wonyoung’s side, her elegance and beauty not backing down from Wonyoung’s, exuding the same aura that heightened Wonyoung’s rivalry radar.
“They’re all good-looking… Everyone has their own assets that make them attractive. So this is how you live right after you leave.” Wonyoung thought to herself, eyeing each one of them, stopping specifically at Karina’s tits when she thought of ‘Assets’. She shot a laser at me through her glaring eyes. I got goosebumps when my eyes met hers. Is she cursing me?
“Take him back? And hey! Did you just check me out?” Sooin noticed her skimming before answering her.
“Just assessing any potential contender.” Wonyoung’s firm standing posture makes her statement as she competes.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Karina wondered why she looked weirdly at her, especially on her racks.
…
“Everyone knows that you guys can’t decide for him, right?” Gawon’s left brow raised this time, and her tone didn’t hide her annoyance. She wanted to be mad, but had to control herself to assess the situation.
“He and I are dating, and I hope you guys are happy for us. And you, you knew he ran away because he wanted to do things his way, and I want you to respect it as I respect it.” Gawon stood in her business. She wanted everyone to respect our decision, and I hope they do.
But it's a story of mine that I just shared with her during our date. I have never mentioned it to anyone since I went to Seoul.
“He ran away!?” Karina, Anna, Sooin, and Ryujin asked at the same time.
…
“Oh… sorry about that, it slipped.” Gawon laughed, remembering I told her my story, and I hadn’t told it to everyone yet.
Wonyoung’s mouth has been quiet since Gawon requested to respect our decision. The Wonyoung I know will comply and respect it, but will keep moving forward and pursue her goal to take me back.
“I ran away from home. My parents and relatives had this tradition of pushing their children into something that they knew would benefit our bloodline. As you all know, I don’t want that. I wanted to carve my own path, explore things on my own to build something and show them they’re wrong.” I explained to them some part of my life story.
“Yeah, being a server in a coffee shop is new to your family, I guess.” Sooin’s savageness doesn't care about anything and anytime, especially in serious times like this.
“Sooin!” All of us were trying to keep our moment of revelations.
“Sorry, continue.” Sooin apologised, I hope she lets me finish my drama peacefully.
“For Wonyoung…” I looked at Gawon, being guilty that I hadn't told her something important. “She’s from HIVE Group of Companies, daughter of CEO Jang, and she’s one of my possible fiancées,” I added, and shit, I can’t look at Gawon’s eyes.
“So, that’s not official yet. It’s fine.” Gawon looked at me with an assuring smile and nod. Thankfully, she understands and didn’t take it the wrong way.
“Well, one thing I’m sure of, I’m pretty sure that I’m the one he is gonna marry.” Wonyoung sounds so confident, knowing I was destined to marry one of the CEO’s daughters, and she belongs in it.
CEO Jang of HIVE Group of Companies was known for his outrageous marriages. He has the perfect example of polygamy that exists in South Korea, though it is not really a thing; it still exists. He has six daughters from six different women. Wonyoung is the fourth oldest of six stepsisters.
…
“No one’s gonna marry who and who, it’s too early! And Gawon’s the present girlfriend. Too soon for that.” Sooin said, breaking the ice of solid tension. She must be having a hard time processing all of this, same goes for others.
“Hey! Your damn fucking mouth. What do you mean by ‘present’?” Gawon’s absolutely mad with that, however, Sooin just laughed it off.
“Sorry about that. But who knows!? O-oh, don’t stand up, sorry! You’re freaking sensitive!” Sooin apologised after fearing the enraged Gawon.
“He has a girlfriend…” Ryujin murmured, it’s almost inaudible since it’s so low.
“What? Did you say something, Ryu?” Karina asked the calm girl beside her.
“Oh, nothing. Just processing what's happening.” Ryujin shrugged her shoulders.
We’ve talked about our lives and how we are doing in our studies. They also asked a lot of things regarding me running away, which I answered carefully since I don’t want them to be uncomfortable and treat me the other way.
Wonyoung bid goodbye soon since she needs to go back as early as possible. I'm surprised she made friends with them that fast, especially with Sooin. Gawon, though still friendly, there's an electric spark between them which can't be seen but I can feel it.
Gawon and Wonyoung shook hands as they said goodbyes. They look like a petronas tower, they're both hella tall and their hands acting like the connection of the tower.
“Have a safe trip.” Gawon said.
“Thanks.” Wonyoung replied.
They agreed to something only by looking at their eyes, I can tell it. It reminded me of a war treaty scene from a movie I saw a few days ago.
*****
Later at my dorm, I just got out of the shower after a chaotic afternoon and rode home. My phone rings the moment I dry my hair.
—
Me | Gawon
Hey, why didn't you tell me about Wonyoung?
Sorry, I don’t know how and when, since nothing’s official yet.
Who do you love then?
You! Of course. What kind of question was that?
Don’t think of something weird, okay?
It’s just so sudden so I can't help it…
I love you.
Love you too!
Let’s have a date when we're free?
Sure!
Okay! I’ll handle the schedule!
Love you!
Good night!
Love you too!
Sleep well, good night!
—
I prepared my study table and proceeded to review some lectures from the other day. It’s better to stay sharp since I have this feeling that the next few days are gonna be hell. I also considered the training that Ms Kim arranged for me, I bet it's gonna be hard.
*****
(Wonyoung’s POV)
These long rides really drained me. I entered our mansion, which sits right at the centre of a massive properly trimmed land, houses for staff, and man-made nature imitations such as lakes and mini-forests.
“Good day, Ms Wonyoung.”
“Glad you're back, Madam Jang.”
“Hope you have a good time in Seoul madam.”
“You look great as usual, Ms Jang.”
Everyone bowed their heads the moment they saw me approaching. I can sense their fear and respect, and I’m used to it. I'm not being arrogant and in fact, It doesn't matter to me whether they bow or not.
I know that it's not really me whom they are scared of, it's my dad and me being one of her daughters.
As I enter, the spacious foyer greets my tired body. There are two 3-seater sofas at the centre, marbled flooring, and a wall decorated with expensive gold ornaments. There’s also a heavenly-designed stair which connects the mezzanine to the ground.
I plopped my body down on the soft sofa, and stared at the ornate vaulted ceiling with a shining crystal chandelier for a while. I should get a unit near the university if I transfer there, the one near him. I’ll probably buy a unit beside his, but he’ll creep the fuck out.
Having a unit in the same building is enough, I think. Having near beside him while not really invading his personal space.
“I heard you met him?” A woman descended the stairs.
Her visuals are often praised like a portrait from a masterpiece painting. She had a refreshing and elegant aura that radiates from her tall frame.
Her name is Yujin, one of my stepsisters, second from the oldest. A potential candidate as a wife for him.
“I did, what is it to you?” I answered as I watched Yujin descend to the ground and sit across from me.
“Spicy. I like that. Give me the address, now.” Yujin gestured a gimme sign with her hand while grinning.
“Wait! She did!? How is he? Ouch, stop strangling me, Leeseo.” Rei and Leeseo’s heads popped out of the mezzanine.
Leeseo hugged Rei like a koala while Rei tried to keep breathing with Leeseo’s arm all over her neck.
Rei’s the third of the oldest, known for her doll-like and unbelievable cuteness. She’s half Japanese, since father wanted to expand our business all the way to Japan, she married a Japanese businesswoman.
She settled in Korea for her studies, to connect with us, and also to keep up with everything since her mom does not want Rei to be left behind.
On the other hand is Leeseo, our youngest. She had that fresh and youthful appearance which exudes “baby-like features”, her cuteness and beauty compliments in a very unexpected way.
Both Leeseo and Rei are potential candidates, too. They both sat on the same couch with Yujin.
“When will he come back?” Liz spawns also from the mezzanine and gradually descends to the ground floor with a graceful movement.
Liz, the princess in the making, is one year younger than I, and that makes her fifth. She had that fair skin and a deep dimple on her left cheek. She is exquisitely beautiful, and she keeps on getting prettier these days.
“I can't wait to see him.” Liz giggling and talking in her own world. She settled next to me on the couch.
“He’s doing well, I know he will.” Finally, a voice which did not come from above. It’s from the door as someone just entered, it’s Gaeul-unnie.
She has a distinctive heart-shaped face, characterised by being widest at the cheekbones and tapering to a sharp chin, with downward-pointing eyes. She’s considered as the strongest candidate since she’s the oldest of us all.
“Why are the five of you here!?” I was caught by surprise. It’s actually the first time that my step-sisters and I gathered on a casual day and not on an occasional basis.
We’re in flesh this time and not just a huge-ass picture of six of us wearing dresses hanging on the decorated wall.
“We heard the news, it's fishy so we gathered. Transferring to a new university to study? In Seoul? What a way to say you’re just simply going after him.” Yujin fired shots at me. This girl really loves to compete with me, and I won't back down.
“Well, it’s true. I will study and I will take him at the same time, two birds at one stone.” I fired back at her, raising my left eye brow to irritate her.
“Stop using words you don't know what they actually mean.” Liz laughed in a princess manner, and that actually made all of us smile.
As Leeseo and Rei settled down and sat on the sofas. I asked them, “Hey, guys, do you still want to chase after him?”
“Is that even a question? Of course! The sons of other families who wanted to be part of our group were just gross. He’s different in many ways, and I’ll definitely marry him.” Yujin answered instantly.
— Yujin’s flashback.
Yujin went to numerous blind dates her mother set up. Based on her reactions every time she went home after it, it’s horrible. She complains about different things. It’s either her date is a pervert, inconsiderate, narcissist, or even an over-aged grown man who seeks partners using their status.
Until she met him. They were set up on a date, well, not really. Her time stopped, her heart beat faster, and her arms got cold despite the warmth his smile gives. He was just supposed to relay a message for his friend, but Yujin talked to him and insisted on dating her. His family received the news unbelievably fast and took it as an opportunity to set connections with my family.
Yujin fell in love with him just because there’s something in him that sets him above average compared to everyone he dated before. Everything he does looks cool to her. She’s basically head over heels for him in an instant.
— end of flashback.
“Yes, I'm more comfortable with him than others. I shouldn’t have broken up with him,” Gaeul said, and she's really calm.
“Absolutely, he treats me like a woman and not a princess. I wanted that kind of relationship.” Liz’s posture really looks like a princess right now, no wonder they treat her like one to be honest.
“I’ll take him. I’ve met other guys whose mother wanted us to be their partners, and they’re creepy as hell, and… he likes zoos.” Rei cutely said in the cutest tone.
— Rei’s flashback.
Rei is always the goofy one among us. Her mother heard that Yujin’s mom organised some blind dates for her daughter. She thinks of it as a scheme, believing that once Yujin marries before her sisters, she will have the best chance of inheriting a portion of the HIVE stock.
Rei’s mother didn’t want her daughter left behind. She also set Rei up for blind dates, but the outcome is the same as with Yujin’s; they're horrible. She received the news about him and Yujin’s date. Knowing Yujin complained about her dates but not about him, she sets Rei up with him. I believe his family forced him, again. For the same reason as his date with Yujin, his family took it as a great chance to have a connection with my family.
On their date, Rei is hesitant, and he thinks it was because she’s annoyed with him. Rei and Yujin are close; only their mothers weren’t. He brightened up the mood and brought her to a zoo, and not to a usual dating spot. He noticed her bags and phone cases had different animals on it so bringing her in somewhere she enjoyed would ease her irritation.
Rei slowly finds herself falling for him. He understands her well during their conversation. He learned her taste in every matter at just a glance. She observed his actions, and all of it led to her benefiting from it.
— end of flashback.
“He acts like a brother to me, and I like it. I don’t wanna share him with others.” Leeseo said, the last one to tell her the reason.
I don’t have any flashbacks for Leeseo on how she became interested in him. Her reason might be just like what she said.
“That’s selfish.” Yujin.
“Yeah, agree.” Liz.
“Lee-seolfish”, Gaeul joked, but silence followed. She’s not the type of person to throw a joke like that out of nowhere.
…
The awkward silence after her joke cracked us up. Laughing with each other as normal sisters do. There’s no beef on us, just sisterly war on a man.
“So, how is he? For real.” Yujin asked me, and I can tell she’s really curious about him.
“He’s doing well, that’s a fact. He's currently working as a server in a coffee shop, he uses his own money to support himself. He’s not really backing down when he said he’ll live on his own.” I told them what I saw, and they’re on their ears.
“Coffee…” Leeseo repeated in amusement.
“That’s so manly of him…” Liz said, and all of us looked in her direction. Her ears and face gradually became red.
“Stop daydreaming about my husband and go play the princess role upstairs.” Yujin mocked the blushing Liz.
“Hey! I’m not! Well… I kind of feel it,” Liz was quite offended, but she brushed it off.
— Liz’s flashback.
Liz is always treated as a princess everywhere she goes. Not until she met him at the school gym. It’s our school's founding anniversary, and they’re teamed up in a dodgeball game. He shouts at her, which leaves everyone scared and speechless.
Instead of being angry, Liz's expression brightened up; she saw lights all over him with a halo and wings. It’s love at first sight. He didn’t treat her as a princess, but as a mere schoolmate who was weak at dodgeball.
For the first time, she felt different. Not someone who treats her like a princess. It's just weird for someone to fall in love with a guy who just yelled at you.
— end of flashback.
“How are her studies, and how is he even handling his work? If we hadn’t broken up, he might be here studying while I care for him.” Gaeul’s more curious about how he is doing than the reddening tomato Liz.
“I let it go once, but not twice. She’s at it again, claiming to be his ex-lover just because of some play at school.” Yujin’s always annoyed when Gaeul-unnie brings it up, because Yujin knows that she’ll never stop.
— Gaeul’s flashback
He and Gaeul-unnie are close friends. When Gaeul-unnie needed someone to act as her lover, he refused anyone whom they offered to her. But they had to deliver the play no matter what, since my dad sponsored the play, but in exchange, Gaeul-unnie had to be the main character.
That’s when he stepped up and decided to help. He didn’t even offer himself, and I don’t think he had any intention to; however, Gaeul-unnie declared him as her partner. He left no choice but to play along.
He played his boyfriend in the play, and he had a line where he asked Gaeul-unnie to be his girlfriend. Gaeul-unnie took it really seriously until now.
She even cried for a week straight when she remembered his line “I'm sorry, we're a mistake, we should end it right here, right now.”
She's smart, but her heart often took control over her mind when it came to him.
— end of flashback.
“Quiet, puppy,” Gaeul ordered Yujin. Her being the eldest of us works like a wonder. If she said quiet, we all obeyed.
“Like I already said, he’s fine. Though he looks drained and tired since he doesn’t really have much time for himself.” My tone makes it more dramatic even though I did not see him work. His work was already done when I came, but it's true that he looks sleepless.
“I’ll take care of him once we meet,” Gaeul assured her assistance on him, and I don’t want the way she said it. It’s rare to see Gaeul-unnie smile and care for someone like that, especially for a man.
I proceed telling them more on what I saw and how he coped in his new life. All of the girls were worried and interested at the same time. But, I feel like there’s something that I haven’t told them yet. It’s at the back of my brain.
…
…
…
Right! Girlfriend, he has a girlfriend.
Should I tell them about it? They’ll definitely storm out of the mansion in an instant and go to him for sure. Then what about his workplace? He was surrounded by beauties that could rival us. They must not know about it. I should have taken him before they knew it.
The girls will probably take it as an insult once they knew about it since he was also surrounded by beauties from the start, surrounded by us, and yet he chose to stay there. Not to mention those girls are attractive in their own way. That meaty succubus bird brain Sooin, that heavy bumper car Karina, that swaggy chic Ryujin, that aphrodite-like Anna, and especially his supermodel girlfriend Gawon.
I was lost in thought and didn’t notice the girls attentively calling me.
“Yah! Jang Wonyoung!” Yujin tapped my shoulders, and I regained my thoughts.
“H-huh!? Why? What? Uh.. I'm sorry. I’m just tired,” I said. Thinking about it, right, I should not say a single thing about the girls.
“How about the girls? Are they pretty? From what I've heard they're beautiful. You should rate them and give us details. I’ve been waiting for you to tell that part, and I believe you won’t tell us based on your actions, so I need answers.” What Gaeul said caught me off guard. I'm having a hard time processing all of it.
“Shit.” I cursed through my mind when I realized she already knew about it.
“WHAT BEAUTIES!?” Yujin almost jumped off the sofa in an instant when she heard it.. Rei, Liz, and Leeseo panicked as well.
“Yeah, I honestly wanted to pick up a gun from our father's shelf and go straight to Seoul when I heard of it.” Gaeul-unnie sounds really annoyed.
“Unaaceptable, How dare they lay a finger on him.” Liz was obviously jelly.
…
“I can't! I was about to crash out but Liz acted like a princess again!” Rei giggled as cute as she always did.
Our laugh echoed in the mansion after Rei joked about Liz, however, it didn't last long and the mood shifted from merry to tense right away.
“W-wait! H-how did you know about that!?” I didn’t let a word slip, did I?
“I interrogated your driver. Surprisingly, he’s so loyal to you and didn’t tell me a single thing until I was about to call dad.” Gaeul sounds cruel. She knows what our people's weaknesses are.
“About the girls?” I was hoping that he didn't let slip any more details, especially the most important one, and I doubt the driver even knew about it since he's outside the coffee shop the entire time.
“Yeah, he said she saw about five PRETTY girls coming out of the shop where he works.” She crossed her arms.
Fortunately, the driver only saw the girls when we walked out of the shop and thankfully, he had no idea that Gawon was her girlfriend.
“That's so cruel, Unnie.” Leeseo said to Gaeul, and that’s exactly what I thought just now.
“Shh.” Gaeul gestured quietly to Leeseo.
“Don't tell me that his co-workers are all girls, just girls! How come! This isn't fair.” Mad Rei is always a lot different than cute Rei.
“Now, how about these GIRLS?” Yujin pressed the word ‘girls’ on her tone, she was obviously feeling envy inside her as well.
“You know what, uhmm, they’re nice!” I said, we haven’t really had that much of a conversation earlier but I'm confident they're actually nice.
Also, I must not let them know any more information since it might be troublesome. I know these girls will do everything just to get some peace of mind.
“And…?” Gaeul-unnie is acting like some investigator and it scares me.
“Tell. Us. All.” This is the second time I saw Yujin as fierce as a hawk.
The first time I remember Yujin was this scary serious was when she was wrong in one question in the exam but later on got corrected, however, she already crashed at the faculty office and even bought boxes of evidence from textbooks to internet research. She almost got everyone fired in our school and that’s for just one damn question.
That simply shows how earnest she could be if she set eyes on something, or someone.
“They’re… pretty.” I said. It's short and straightforward, and no lies given.
“Details.” Rei said. The way she sounds appears to be serious too, but trust me, she’s just imitating Gaeul and Yujin.
“Hmm, there’s this one with cat features and bangs that even strong winds can’t move, there's also a Japanese doll with perfect proportions, a cannonball with a body, a refined-boyish one, and a supermodel who's pure legs.” I said, explaining them in broad terms so they have to guess it and let their imaginations create one for them.
“Honestly, I don’t get it.” Yujin had no idea what I just said.
“I got the cannon ball one! I guess I can compete with that.” Rei smirked, she knows her game.
“Cannon ba… shit. Size doesn’t matter! And besides, I know my assets.” Yujin finally got what I meant, and flexed her thighs by crossing her legs.
“I'll choke him with my thighs if he wants too.” Yujin proudly flaunt her meaty thighs.
“Stop it.” I said. I don’t really know why the way she boast it offended me.
“Based on you explanations, Wonyoung. I guess I’ll see it myself.” Gaeul stood up. I know that decisive reaction of her, she’ll definitely go there and meet him.
“See what? The cannonballs?” Leeseo blinked while tilting her head, she also had no clue on what I mean.
“No, I mean him, and probably those girls too.” Gaeul explained at Leeseo calmly, there’s always a soft spot on her heart when it comes to our maknae.
“Me too! I’ll do some Seoul escapades soon.” Yujin smiled and got off the sofa too.
“See you soon, my prince.” Liz acting dreamy again whe playing with her hair.
“I'll take my cutest video and send it to him, maybe I should put in some cat filter…” Rei's excited with her idea.
“I should buy some leash.” Leeseo said, which made us turn our heads to look at her. She can't be serious about not sharing him. Right?
“I'm talking about the gardener's new dog! Not him.” All of us sighed in relief.
“Good night!” Rei, Liz, and Leeseo stood at the same time.
In conclusion of our meeting. Part of me already knew it, they’ll go to him no matter what I say. They had just re-confirmed his status and whereabouts. I can’t stop it but I won’t back down either. I’ll arrange some documents as soon as I can, transfer to university, and be with his side.
“I’m ovulating right now, I wish he’s here.” I heard a faint voice which I can't determine where it came from.
When I heard it, it sounded like Yujin or Gaeul to me. No, the tone’s like Liz's, but the accent is like foreign, is it Rei? It’s impossible for Leeseo to say that, or is it really Leeseo?
“Hey! I heard that!” I yelled and I heard silence. No one? I'm sure I heard someone.
Wait, is it me?
My face is burning hot when I think of him. What’s wrong with me? Especially down there, in my crotch. It’s moist and itchy, scratching might not be enough. I need something to scrape it from inside.
What the hell is wrong with me?
*****
March 5, 2026, Thursday.
The class drains me as usual, and it’s just 10:00 in the morning. It’s color theory class, we’re studying colors and combinations. It’s actually fun and immersive, however these past days, every time I saw red, I remember that lacy underwear which Gawon wore during my pancake eating.
I wonder when I will have the chance to experience it again.
“Hey, it’s break time. Take a break.” Minji nudged me.
We’re standing side by side in front of our respective drafting tables. Standing makes it easy for us to draw and render pieces since we have an unobstructed and not distorted view of our work from above.
“I’m used to not taking a break. But someone isn’t.” I watched her hands shiver as the brush touched her paper.
“Who?”
“You. Did you eat something already? And look at that, is that supposed to be a tree?” I looked at her work. Her strokes were all curved and unstable. It’s a mess and I can already tell she’s gonna fail this class if it continues.
“H-hey, that’s a column. Is it? Shit. No no no, it's a mess!” Looking at Minji panicking makes me sad.
It’s always nice to have a company which I can openly talk to, especially during class. It's stressful already, and her presence eased some of it. I can laugh and enjoy the class because of her goofiness. I can’t let her fail.
“Hold the fine brush tightly but first of all, fine brushes are for detailing. Grab the thicker one.” I wanted to teach her so she can improve. “Fine ones are supposed to be finishing touches.” I added.
“Okay the thick brush!” She’s actually a learner if she gets the right attention she needs.
As I watch her, I can tell she’s ridiculously focused on her work. “Yatta! That looks neat, right? Right!” She is so delighted and I'm happy to see it.
“What's next? How about my strokes? Can I improve them?” she asked, and I answered her right away.
“Yes, of course. It will take some time so I hope you have a packed patience down your pocket.” There’s no lies in my words since anyone has room for improvement if they work hard.
“I do! Then teach me!” I've never seen Minji so excited like this. I nodded and closed our distance. I grabbed her dominant hand while holding the brush and applied some pressure and tightened it.
“Grip it hard but maintain your control and slowly brush it in downward motion.” I let her hand go and she did exactly what I told her. The outcome was nice, better than earlier.
“Wow… more! Teach me more!” She's eager to learn.
“Okay okay.” I moved slighter behind her to stabilize myself and grabbed her right hand once again.
It's awkward and uncomfortable, our position's really not a good idea. Based on the reactions she is making, I bet she felt it too.
“You're making it hard for me to follow. Uhmm, go behind me so I can picture it like I'm the one’s working.” She ordered me as if I'm a paid tutor.
I walked behind her. Positioning myself for better and comfortable placement. I hold and guide her hand for rhythmic brush strokes and procedure for solidifying her piece. All was good and smooth until she slightly moved backwards. It was touching. Her ass just came in contact with my crotch for a second.
“Shit.” I thought. It's sudden and electric. I should set a distance before it gets further.
I was about to back down a little, when she moved again. Longer than the first contact and with a little wiggle this time when it pressed. Her ass rubbed through my crotch which caused me to have a boner in an instant.
It’s awkward and naughty at the same time. My boner lands perfectly on her butt. Her little movement made it worse since it created a rubbing motion which felt really good. I can also feel how soft her ass is, due to that, I can’t stop imagining what it would look like if I fuck her from behind.
Did she notice it? I don’t think she did. She’s incredibly focused on her plate. But, I doubt she’s oblivious to what's happening.
She pulled her ass back in. My boner got to breathe, but for not too long. She pushed out once again.
“Should I try to push in? No, no, I have Gawon. Is this considered cheating… or not?” I weigh things on my mind but her butt in front of me is too much of a tease. I find Minji so hot. Like I said, I’m attracted to her the first time we met.
Seeing her this close with her back facing me and her butt pressed against my crotch makes me wild. With this, I got to check her body from behind and I just realised how meatily perfect it is even with clothes on.
Fuck it.
I let my lust take over my will once again. I pushed my hips lightly, pressing it to her butt. I am carefully testing the waters and prepared to pull back if she noticed. There’s none, not even a sigh. She’s unbelievably focused on her plate and did not even notice what I am doing.
I pulled after testing it and pushed back in for more. I watched my boner disappear in the middle of her butt. I kept on pressing forward until it fully swallowed my covered rod. Her butt must be so fat and meaty that even her pants can’t hide it. It even covered my entire bulge in it, even with pants on.
Time to feel her this time as I rested my entire boner wedged in between her butt cheeks. The softness and the pleasure I felt is truly out of this world. My hips can feel her butt cheeks pressing back on me.
I put another pressure on attempting for one final press since I still feel a little bit more space that I can take, wedging my boner fully in the middle of her clothed cheeks. The pleasure’s divine and it consumes my entire consciousness.
She’s dumb as I know, but I never thought she’s that numb as well.
I gently pulled back and thrust back in as softly as possible. My hips crashed into her soft butt causing it to jiggle like a jello even with just a small force. Now, I really want to see what it looks like fucking her bare from behind.
The feeling in my crotch is the same as the first time my clothed dick touched her butt, but now deeper.. It’s incredibly squishy and recoils really well.
“Aish!” She’s mad. Is it over for me? Please, spare me.
I stopped my movement and my body froze. My boner was still wedged in the depths of her butt through her pants. My hands go cold. I was wondering if she already noticed and about to cause a scene especially at our position.
Hopefully, not.
“The brush slides down too much!” Minji rants. I felt relief all over me. Fortunately, she's mad at the brush and not on me, but is she really oblivious to what I’m doing?
“Are you okay? Tighten your hand more. Don't apply too much force, just grip it tight.” I gripped her hand harder to help shift her focus on her hand.
“Yeah, okay I will.” She did it, I can feel her grip tightened. We are still in our lewd position while my right hand guides her while I’m behind her.
I returned to my own business in no time. I slowly pumped into her ass from the back. I pulled out, and pushed back in with lighter force that caused more visible jiggles. I momentarily stopped in every thrust to see her reaction, and still surprisingly none. So, I resume what I am doing.
I increased my pace and dry-humped her casually this time. My pacing got normalised as if I’m fucking her from behind. Her ass crashed into my hips and my boner slid through her clothed cheeks.
I want to rip all the fabric that’s in between us right now and fuck her from behind to see her meaty flesh. I bet she tastes good as well there too, there’s no way it won't taste good. I want to eat her.
“Hmmmm..” A low groan of pleasure escapes my mouth. Even with that, she did not react to it and kept her focus with her work.
I wanted to feel her ass even more. I pressed my hips deeper onto her, but there's no deeper than I was already in. It was just squeezing her cheeks in between us.
So I tried another method to feel her more. I raised my heels off the ground, causing my pressed hips to move upward. The pressure between my hips and her butt caused her cheeks to go up also. I can see her meaty cheeks get squeezed and follow my upward movement.
“I think I got it now!” Her voice startled me. I froze once again, while on my toes and applying pressure on her butt that squeezes her ass. I'm waiting for what’s coming next, so I can run.
“I’ll try it on my own now.” She added.
“Oh! Yeah.. okay. Nice.” My body groans in disappointment while I let her hand go. I was also about to move away from her when she spoke.
“I think it's better if you stabilize me, I might slip again since I can’t control my grip yet.” She said while her eyes kept their focus on her work.
“Oh yeah, I will.” I said but I wonder how I’ll stabilize her. “Should I hold your hips?” I hope she says yes.
“Yeah, I think that's fine.” She answered, she's not even looking at me.
My hands moved on their own as if they had their own will when she allowed me. It found its way on her hips, planted on both sides directly at her pants.
I watched her resume her work, and I looked at the clock to remind myself that it’s currently breaktime and we’re supposedly not alone in this room. Luckily, we still have a few minutes left.
I pressed my boner deep on her butt once again, holding her hips in one place and gradually went into thrusting again. Feeling the softness of her ass once again with more pressure this time every time I go deeper into her.
I pulled out, and pushed back in. Her whole body bounced in response. I wonder if she was really that numb or she was just letting me do it?
This time, I decided to apply more force in every thrust causing an audible snap in between us that echoed to the whole room. And still, no response from this girl.
I just casually dry-humping her and in the process, I tend to grind my hips into her ass in different directions to feel her butt's elasticity. The squishiness is similar to pudding and its size is incredibly wide as well.
“Hmm yes.” I moaned, I just can't stop it. It's alaso audible and I don’t care anymore if she can hear it.
My hands resting on her hips went up on their own once again. This time, my palms landed directly into her exposed waist. The heat her body radiating blessed my hands.
The smoothness of her skin got my kinky side ignited, I wanted to lick her skin up to her neck and lapped her sweat while I bang her from behind. While thinking about it, my thumb brushes her lower back at a gentle pace, hoping to stimulate her so we can both enjoy this forbidden interaction.
“How the fuck is she so numb and dumb at the same time?” I thought to myself while taking advantage of her body.
I took a step further with no hesitation this time. My thumbs, enjoying her bare back the whole time, stopped its movement on the waist band.
I hooked it carefully, and I slowly pulled it down. Bit by bit, until I saw her underwear band. I gulped as I feast on her lower back with a glimpse of her white panty's waist band.
I tried pulling down her pants for more, but it can't be moved any further. I guess this is my limit. My grip on her waist tightened, and I thrust by boner in and out of her clothed cheeks.
“Shit! I'm cuming, no, I should stop now or else I'll ruin my pants!” The sight of smooth bare back jiggles, plus the meatiness of her ass is too much for me to handle.
!!!
I was nearing the climax, and that's when we heard other students outside the room walking back. I hurriedly detached myself from her and went back to my table.
The students entered the back of the room and I acted as if nothing happened. I grabbed my own brush and simply resumed my work. I wonder how she was doing, there's no way she's not aware of what happened.
I looked back at Minji, who is still focused on her work. My eyes went to her sticking out butt which I just feasted on a while ago, but I saw something I supposed her reaction the whole time.
She’s biting her lip down which I found very seductive and flirty.
Is she aware the whole damn time? If she does, am I dead? What am I supposed to do now? If she's aware of it, why didn't she stop me?
There's a lot of questions running through my mind, but one thing is for sure. I wanted to do it again even though a part of me is against it since I wanted to be loyal to Gawon.
*****
After that naughty class, I went to Ms Kim’s office. I had a hard time calming my raging boner before going to her. It is best to prevent any more bad impressions regarding my boner just like the last time she pointed it out.
I remember the moment I went there. The sound of her womanly moans echoes in my mind, they are really different from her cold facade, I also remembered how her beauty stood out even though she's already in her 30s, timeless beauty as they often say. And I can't forget that damn wish if I win the competition, that wish made up the 75% part of my decision to take the offer.
Right now, I’m in front of her office. I am preparing myself to face another tease from her. When I was about to knock, the door suddenly swung open.
She appeared and seemed about to leave based on how she moved, but stopped when she saw me.
My heart beat fastened on the Goddess who appeared in front of me. Her beauty is radiating around her. She's basically perfect.
She wore a white sleeveless dress which is above her knees, it looks more like a sun dress. Her smooth and milky white skin matched the pureness of her dress really well.
“Hello, Ms Kim.” I greeted her. She’s still standing at the door opening.
“Hello, do you need something?” She asked me. She looks like in a hurry.
“I just wanted to confirm my participation for the competition.” I told her so she can leave right away since looks like I got her at a bad time.
“Really? Well, that’s good to hear.” She said with a smile and looked for something in her bag. “Take these.” She handed me something which I took.
“Are these coupons? Wait, these are hotel coupons. What?” My mind instantly shifts to horny mode. An elegant professor who is single and hot, just gave her student a couple of hotel vouchers. I had an idea on what I think it is, but I don't want to say it to avoid any miscommunication.
There are a total of three hotel vouchers, and it says VIP suites. How expensive is this?
“Your face tells what you are thinking. Hmm, interesting. First of all, I got that from Ms Bae, a friend of mine who works as a manager at that hotel. I heard it’s at least a 4-star hotel.” She explains with a seductive smile on her face. She knew what she was doing.
“I can see your dirty thoughts behind those eyes. Don’t worry, this old lady won’t ask you to spend a night with me.” There it goes, she can see through me. But, why do I have to worry? I’m disappointed as a matter of fact.
“I-it’s not.” Obviously, I’ll deny it even though she’s right.
“Really? So you don’t mind me asking you to have sex? I'll consider that.” Her straightforwardness is something I can’t handle. She also added some teasing on it which elevates my horniness.
“What? I-” I’m speechless, how can a woman like her just casually drop those words in front of her student. But the thoughts of me fucking her suddenly reeled in my mind.
“Just kidding, we both know it's unethical, however, your boner tells the other way and is willing to bend the rules.” My raging boner got reborn, and it's not long ago since I was rock hard on Minji.
“I told you to control yourself next time. Yet, you got hard on an old lady like me? Really interesting.” She’s really straightforward.
“Sorry Ms Kim.” I lowered my head in embarrassment, but I didn’t deny that I simply got rocked hard in thoughts of her.
“Too bad I gotta go. If I stay longer, I wonder if you’ll shove your boner on me from behind like you did with Minji.” I froze when she said it.
She definitely saw us. How? When? My mind got blocked but she speaks before I provide my defense statement.
“Be careful next time. It just so happens that I walked in the room, I peeked at the door since I got curious about how well the students do these days.” Her curiosity kills me. “It seems you’re kind of fired up, dry-humping such a hot beauty.” She added. But why does she sound cool with it?
“Ms Kim, it’s- Uhm- I’m sorry.” I have no words to say.
“Does it feel good?” Her questions are really unpredictable.
“Y-yes?” I’m still shocked to process even words.
“I’ll take it as a yes.” She finally moved out of her office. I took a step back to give her space for her. She turned around to face the door, then she bent over to lock it.
“Ahhh~” Her eyes widened, and she looked behind her over her left shoulder, her eyes shifted in disbelief as if something had happened that she did not anticipate.
It poked her.
The thing is, the moment she bent over, the space between us disappeared. My boner suddenly disappeared on her white dress, right into her ass.
I know this feeling, it's a similar heavenly sensation when I pressed my rod into Minji. Ms Kim's soft, firm, and wide butt just swallowed the entire boner in an instant.
“Hmm~ I never thought you would be this open.” She quickly stands straight and fixes her posture.
“I don’t-” I tried to defend myself but she cut me once again.
“I know, it’s my fault.” At least she meant it. “So how is it?” She asked with a smirk on her face. It feels like she’s teasing me but I also sense anger.
“I-” It’s useless to keep on lying. “It felt good.” I admit.
“Good, thanks for letting me know. You really love poking other people with your sausage, don’t you?” She had a mocking grin on her beautiful face.
I had nothing to say. Minji's my first time but she was making it look like I always do it. However, I can’t deny it, I must really like it.
…
“I gotta go.” She breaks the ice which kept me frozen the whole time.
“Remember, be careful next time and don’t poke people butt with your boner anytime you want to.” She did not have to remind me of that, I’m very well aware of it.
“M-Ms Kim.” I said.
“What?”
“About the wish, is it real?”
“Of course it is, that’s if you win. Take it easy, you'll get what you want.” She assured me with a smile and a slight smirked when she looked at my boner.
“Also, use the coupons before they expire next month. Don't waste it.” She turned around and was about to leave when she stopped and spoke.
“By the way, keep one coupon. I'm thinking if we’ll use it. I’ll teach you a lesson for poking me.” She said with a smile and walked away.
It froze me once again, but my dick is enraged by her last statement. It poked out of my pants, wide open in the hallway in front of her office.
A lesson? In a hotel? I wonder what kind of lesson it is. Lewd and naughty scenarios run in my mind. Is this luck? Fortune? I also have a lot of questions.
*****
I was walking on my way to Catffeine when I came across Arin. Since I’m running late, she must have just got out of her shift. I saw her first, so I gave her a friendly wave, which she instantly noticed and waved back.
God, I swear these girls are just undeniably pretty. I can consider Arin as a solid 10/10, 10 for face, 10 for personality, and especially 10 for body. As you know, I could have hit on her if our shift’s the same since we’ll have more time together.
“Hey, I'm surprised you were late. You know, caffeine’s in chaos.” She said while approaching me.
“What? Why?” I wonder what it is about.
“Go there and see it yourself since you’re already late.” She giggles. Damn, even her laugh is a 10. Her beauty is so insane.
The wind blows, her hair re-styled by it. She is just perfect. Another surge of wind blows, a leaf slap against my cheek. As if the leaf was trying to remind me of something, I have a girlfriend.
I have to remind myself that I already have a Gawon. Gawon’s 100/100. 100 face, 100 body, 100 legs, 100 personality, and 100 pancakes.
Arin and I bid goodbye after that quick conversation. It was just a quick talk with her but I can feel my dick already starting to stiffened.
My interest shifted on the commotion mentioned at Catffeine. Now I’m really curious about what’s happening at the shop.
…
When I arrived at the shop, their faces looked very concerned. As I stepped in, Gawon welcomed me with a sweet, tight hug and a kiss on my cheeks. I feel so loved.
But here's the news, apparently, there’s a new girl in the shop. She's not really a newbie, but she’s new in a particular way. The new girl, It’s the owner’s daughter, Anna.
“What’s happening?” I asked them.
“Anna-chan decided to be a regular”, Karina told me. So that’s the reason why they’re worried.
“Nothing to be worried about, I know what Anna-chan is capable of, I'm sure she can handle it. We’re comfortable with her too, right? I guess, except for Sooin, who’s been lazy these past days.” I shot a mocking glare at Sooin.
“Hey! I like Anna-chan here too and I- I’m not lazy!” Sooin’s defensive reaction just solidifies the facts I said.
“She sounds so guilty,” Ryujin smirked.
“But Anna, why did you want to take part in this?” I asked Anna, who was smiling like she just wanted to be here.
“Yeah, did your dad make you do this?” Gawon said.
“I bet it's to put Sooin in check.” Ryujin added fuel to the fire.
“Hey!” Sooin sounds protective as usual.
“Stop frying Sooin, me and my dad knew about it already. I just wanted to be here, and since I do not have something to pay attention to”, Anna said, just like what I thought.
Sooin eyes widened in horror when she heard what Anna just said and her reaction made us laugh.
“Finally, someone to monitor Sooin has arrived,” Gawon said while she clung to my arms.
“No! I mean… Yes! I had nothing to worry about. It’s nice to see Anna-chan here.” Sooin’s obviously nervous.
All of us laughed again, and Sooin also laughed afterwards. She might find herself funny as well. It's all warm and nice until the bell chimes. It has begun. Customer after customer came in. Based on their numbers, I already knew this was gonna be a long working shift.
…
To be fair, we did our work more smoothly than usual. Anna is a great addition to us. She worked as a server and did her job flawlessly. The girls often laughed at Sooin, who was more focused than her usual self.
All went well, and I thought it will going to be one of our usual days, but one particular moment changed everything for my shift that afternoon.
That’s when I was about to get a tool from the utility room for a busted signage light. I entered and saw Karina at the end of the narrow room. She’s on her toes while reaching for something at the top of the shelf.
My sight instantly landed on her tight uniform that clings to her voluptuous frame. Her racks are unmatchable, it's on a league of its own. The hem of her uniform already went up and that exposed her milky white waist. It's soft and looks squishy, it makes me want to feel it.
She saw me enter the door, “Oh, hey, nice you're here. Uhmm, can you help me get that pitcher? Just badly needed it,” She pointed at the top of the racks.
“Sure,” I said.
I confidently moved behind her as she moved forward to the rack and gave me a tight space. That's the moment we knew that we had made a very big mistake.
“Oh, yeah that pitcher- Ahhh! H-hey… stop moving!” She said, her voice raised up a little.
“Ahhh- y-yes! Of course… shit, well, how did this happen…” I'm talking about our current situation.
The thing is, the moment I slid behind her, our bodies came in contact and wedged ourselves in the narrow space. We were stuck. However, that's not the worst thing I worried about.
Down there, I felt the same sensation when my lower body pressed against Minji and Ms Kim earlier. The soft and squishy feeling, there's no doubt about it. I looked down and saw my crotch positioned exactly on her butt, and the tight space caused it to press hard on her.
“Don't you dare to move! I need to move out first… h-huh? What is that? H-hey! I feel something, it's getting bigger!” She can feel it, something long and rigid touches her ass, it's getting larger over time.
“I’m s-sorry, I just can't help it!” Saying sorry is the only thing I can do since my boner is already poking deep in her butt.
“Hmmm! Hey! How can you get hard on- Gawon will kill me! No, US!” She's right, if Gawon suddenly decided to check the utility room right now, we're surely dead.
“Yeah, you're right. We should get outta here.” I said while trying to slide my body out of the narrow space that's left for us to move.
“Yes. Ahhngg~ No! Hmmm~ Stop moving!” She had no other choice but to stop me because every time I moved, my boner just pressed deeper and deeper on her.
Now that I think about it. It's actually the third time for this fucking day that this thing happened. Above all, my body's much closer right now to Karina than Minji and Ms Kim since we are basically stuck in this tight space.
As I exhaled, my warm breath hit her nape and when I inhaled, I feast on her sweaty sweet scent. Something primal inside me has awakened. Lust is a perfect word for it. I wanted to push it farther; I wanted to feel more of her.
“K-Karina…” I whispered in her ear as I lowered my head next to hers.
“H-hey… why are you whispering like that? You're making it way too sensual- hmmmm~ and can you calm your dick down?” She answered back, matching my whisper with her own.
“I'm sorry.” I apologised in advance for what I was about to do.
I held her hips steady, as my hands found her exposed waist. Since her uniform went up earlier, it is yet to go down so I have a free reign on her smooth bare torso. It's soft as I expected but it's softness and warmness excites me more.
“He-hey! Watch your hand! Why are you- hmp!” I pushed in, with deliberate force that caused her to stop whatever she was about to say.
“Haa~ shi- fuc-” Words can't even go out of my mouth.
Her ass was so full and unbelievably meaty, probably meatier than Minji. I should check them side by side to find the answer, who knows, maybe one day I'll have them willingly stick their asses in front of me.
The softness of her butt received my thrust really well. I always noticed how she’s a hell of a woman. I just didn't make my move since they're new in the shop and they're my friends. Big-breasted, she's meaty in all the right places, that plump ass, her milky white skin, that makes her astonishingly beautiful.
I still can't believe she had no boyfriend, all of them in fact.
“Ahhh! Ahh! Hey, stop it- ahh!” My hips moved at a steady pace. I began to dry-humped her from the back, ignoring her pleas.
I know deep inside me that I should not do this, but my body acts on its own and I can’t stop it. All the teasing I took from Minji and Ms Kim built up, and overflowed inside my cup of patience.
“Too soft…” As my head beside hers. I whispered, but more of a moan right into her ear.
“Hmm~ hmm~ hmm~” Her shuttered mouth stopped her moans from coming out.
My gentle pounding behind her gradually became rough. I pull my hips using every capacity I can work on the narrow space and push back in. My boner instantly disappeared in her meaty butt. I can also see her soft skin rippled through her bare lower back in every thrust I made.
I noticed that she stopped her protest and silently moaned instead. She’s enduring it; I can hear her stopping herself from moaning openly.
“K-Karina…” I moaned once again, then buried my face right into her sweating neck. God, it feels and smells heavenly.
Her skin smelled so good. It smelled more chic than Gawon. She is probably using a different kind of moisturiser to keep her skin smooth and good. Her sweat makes it better. I kept on inhaling her scent, and even planting my lips to kiss her nape and neck.
“Hnngg~ H-hey… they’ll see us… and stop hmm~ kissing me there, I'm sweaty. It's disgusting.” She said, throwing her head on my shoulders, contrasting what she said and letting me savor her neck. Her hands gripped on the rack, supporting her body while I kept on pounding.
Her reactions are also different from what she was saying. She’s telling me to stop, but her butt kept on pushing me back. She’s feeling it too. I can feel her butt grind against me. To think I’ve tamed her, I just need to hear it from her.
“K-Karina… You’re too good… too pretty… too hot…” I said, trying to stimulate her more.
Upon hearing it, she sticks her ass out with more force. Trying to meet my thrust midway. She’s now basically begging for it.
As a man, I’m not going to let it pass since a hot fine woman like Karina was presenting her ass to me. I pound her harder. The rack in front of us, which she had her hands on, started rattling.
“G-Gawon! You have Gawon… we shouldn’t…”
“Why? You're actually pushing me back. Hmm, tell me a reason.”
“You’re a nice guy… it's because…”
I didn't let her finish and pound her harder than before. I can see more of her flesh jiggle and ripple even on her lower back. Now I’m curious how her massive racks are doing.
“A nice guy don- yah!” She still hasn't completed a sentence ever since and stopped what she was about to say.
My hands went up, feeling every skin on its way up; I wanted them to be busy so I grabbed her heavy breast from behind. I swear to God, it’s massive. My hands can’t even fully hold it.
These milkers should be forbidden, no eyes should be able to lay eyes on it for free. I gave it a squeeze like a sponge, and eventually fondled it, massaging it like a freaking ball of rice cakes.
“Hngg~ stop… it feels…”
“Good?” I completed her sentence for her which silenced her.
I kept on fondling her massive milkers, I wonder if someone already groped it like the way I'm doing. Thinking about it makes my grip on her breast tighter, no hands should be laid on this except mine.
I am drowned from pleasure at how elastic and responsive her massive breast is. My thumb brushed the outlines of her bra, I felt some laces on it, naughty.
I stopped pounding and refrained from fondling, while I still have my head buried on her neck and planted kisses on her, though.
“Hmm?” She slightly turned her head on me, her red ears brushing my brows.
“W-what are you doing?” She asked me in a husky voice.
“What?” I grind my boner into her butt, up and down. She moaned. But, I stopped, again.
“W-why?” She sounds disappointed.
“Why? Why did I stop?” I said while I kept planting kisses on her neck. I fucking love it.
“Hmm. I don't know what you're talking about.”
“You sure?” My hands moved this time, giving her bazookas some tight squeeze. Then I stopped, again.
“W-why…”
“Say it.” I knew she was at her limit.
…
Her resistance is tougher than I expected. I should keep going, I already made it this far. I should get her consent so everything that happened remained mutual.
“Should I keep going?” My question is a gamble for me. If she said yes, I'll be fucking happy. If she said no, I'll let her go with full of disappointment and regrets.
“Hmm…” I kept my face buried on her sweaty neck, inhaling every scent she had.
I pound her from behind and give her tits a squeeze, to remind her what she was missing. The pleasure.
“Go ahead…” She said, it's barely audible. So I had to ask her again.
“What? I can't hear it.”
“Go… go ahead- aahngg!” the moment she said it, my body automatically moved.
I pound her hard from behind. Still clothed, my boner poked her butt perfectly in the middle. My hips bounced in her meaty ass.
“Hmm! Hmm! Ahhng!”
My hands worked on her upper part. Fondling her massive racks with a more intense force. I grip her breast from the sides, she lets a panting moan due to it. I am basically milking her tits by the way I handle it.
“T-too rough~ hnng~”
My mouth is also busy devouring her sweaty neck. I kept on planting kisses on it, and sucking the same spot all over again. It caused a red mark on her neck near her nape.
To step up the game, I let my tongue wander on her neck. Scooping her dripping sweat, and swallowing it. It's nasty but it's tasty.
“S-stop… I'm sweaty… it's dirty.” She begged me not to consume it since she felt gross in sweat.
“I love dirty work.” I assured her that I don't even care even if it's filthy or not. All I care about is that I got to taste a fine woman like her.
“H-hey… hmmm~ I thought you're nice.” Karina said while I kept enjoying her.
“I thought too, maybe you're just hot.” I answered her, momentarily freeing up her neck but dove back in after.
Pound after pound after pound. Squeeze after squeeze. Lick after lick. I was basically having a feast on her body.
“I'm… hot?”
“Yes…”
I can see her face becoming redder than before. She's blushing upon hearing it. Like a ripe tomato.
My hands stopped from its intense fondling and rested below her heavy racks. My hips kept on rubbing up and down her butt, though.
My fingers brushed on top of her uniform, looking for something. I traced the outline of her bra, then came in contact with a poking peak through layers of fabric. I know that is even without seeing it. It's her nipples, stiff and hard.
“Your nipples are hard.” I whispered while I brushed my fingers on her hardened peak.
“Who won't? Hmm if you keep on teasing me like that.” Well, what she said was true.
“You're big.” Straight up facts.
“T-thanks.” She appreciated it.
“I want to suck it.” Another fact. I wanted to taste her. I actually missed the feeling of sucking after Gawon let me taste her. I am hoping Karina will let me too.
“We can't… we're cramped.” She said, I wonder if it's the only thing stopping her.
“So can I suck it if we're not stucked?”
“I- I don't know… remember you have Gawon.” Another reason why we can't go further than this.
That hits me. I stayed in silence, looking for another reason to throw at her. But, nothing came up.
My mind got straightened up. She's right, I have Gawon and I'm being a dick right now. Realisations hit me like a fucking meteorite from space. I shouldn't have done it. I was drowning in pleasure earlier, but now guilt is flooding me.
…
…
…
“I… I'm sorry. You're right.” I let go of her from any contact I had on her. But her head still rested on my shoulder, and her butt kept pressed against me.
“N-no… don't be sorry.”
“Karina…” I wonder if she'll despise me after what I did, but it turns out as a no. She's really kind and I'm a devil who took advantage of her.
“Mistakes can happen.” she said.
We rested for a while, we kept our position during it. We breathe heavily and we're sweating like crazy. Our uniforms were basically acting like a rug against skins.
“Should we head out? They might look for us and we're doomed if they find us.” I said, and she nodded.
We used our remaining strength to slide out of the cramped space. We are really wedged in there, no kidding.
For the first time since our intense activity, we've seen each other's faces after we freed ourselves from that narrow gap.
I knew it, she's red-hot blushing. Even with her sweaty face, she still looks hot as hell. There's a reddening spot on her left neck which I presumed was caused by my sucking.
Her uniform was crumpled, especially the chest part. There's a missing button in the middle part which caused it to stretch apart. Leaving a wide space in between. Her melons squeezed by her lacy back bra. A deep pit was created in between her milky mountains.
“S-sorry.” I'm too embarrassed to look at her eyes so I put my head down.
“I-it's fine. Don't worry. However, my uniform's a mess.” She laughed.
“I should pay for the repairs.” I offered compensation for her ruined clothes.
“No, it's also fine. It always happens, I'll just put a button myself.” She said,
“My breast is really a hindrance actually. My uniform always lacks a button since they can't keep up. I can't use a bigger uniform though since it doesn’t match the length.” She added, explaining every detail with a laugh.
“You can have them fixed, you know, tailored fit.” I suggested.
"That's actually a great idea. But I can't find a single tailor shop around here.” She said, while both of us tidying up ourselves.
“There’s an easy way to be honest. Just find someone whose major in arts, they have fashion design minor programs. They sew.”
…
She looked at me like something came to her mind.
“Aren't you a design major? Interior Design to be specific.” We both stopped and I realised she's right. My goddamn mind is still working like shit and it affects my thinking. I should have known about it in the first place.
“Yeah? Right! You're right.”
“Then sew for me. I'll request a bigger uniform and alter it for me.” She's happy to see someone who can ease her everyday struggle with her uniform.
“I don’t think that's a good idea.” I instantly turned it down. I know the possibilities that something may happen if we do that.
“Why?”
“To do that, I have to take your measurement and uhmm, you know, it's just physically demanding.” I try to keep my words safe, not wanting to go overboard just like earlier.
“Hey, you dry-humped me, you groped my chest, swallowed my sweat, left a love mark on my neck, and even asked to suck my breast. Now, you're acting shy?” She had that mocking grin on her smile as she said that.
“So what do you want me to say? Should I say I want to take advantage of you while measuring, groping your chest and fondling your ass?” I said, which I regret instantly.
“So, that’s what you want.” She smirked.
“No, it's not.” I denied.
“Yes, it is.” She insisted.
“Hmm well, a part of me, yeah.” I surrendered.
We both laughed, easing the tensions brought by our steamy actions earlier. I wonder if I can be flirty with her, like in a friendly way if there's such a thing.
“Okay, sew me some uniforms in about two or three pairs.” She said and I nodded. “For free.” She added.
“Wait, where did that come from? We are yet to talk about the payment. Now I want a price per set.” I feel sorry about it, but I know Karina doesn't mind paying me hefty money. They're hella rich after all.
“I'm broke right now.”
…
“No way.”
“Yes way. My parents grounded me and they won't send money for a month over that Hong Kong vacation since I didn't ask permission.” She made it sound like it wasn't a big deal, but she had to control her saved money to last a month.
“So, no sewing is going to happen.” I was just teasing her when she said something that tickles my mind.
“How about I let you suck it? We both know you wanted it, you even shamelessly ask for it earlier you perv~” She said in a very seductive tone.
“W-what? Keep joking around and you'll see.” I was very easy to tempt and she's aware of it.
“I'm not kidding. Okay, here's the deal. You said you have a price per set, right? How about these? First set, I'll let you fondle me. Second set, you can dry humped me-”
“No, second is for sucking already.”
“That's greedy you know!”
“Then, no sewing.”
“Fine! Second set, I'll let you suck it.” I convinced her to let me sucked her tits for the second set, and now, it's her turn to convince me for the third set. The payment must be greater than the second, and the thought of it excites me.
…
“Third set?” I asked her after leaving me in silence.
“Wait… I'm thinking. You shit, sucking was supposed to be the third set!” She's mad since I took her third option as the second.
“Fine, the third set can still be sucking.” I offered my dick for her, she should get what I mean.
“Suc- what? Is it what I think it is? no way, right?” She looked at me angrily after realising what I meant.
“Sew or not?” It's her time to choose.
“You perv, just because I like you, I should suck you.”
…
“You like me?” I blinked fast, multiple times.
“Isn't it obvious? You're slow, you know?” She said, I had no idea. Is it the reason why she let me do those things to her?
“Wow, uhh… yeah?” The confession made my mind twirl.
“Anyways, okay fine. Third set, I'll suck you off.” Finally, she gave in. My dick was still hard from our naughty actions earlier, and yet, I can feel it getting harder over her words.
Just thinking about how her soft and glossy lips were wrapped around my shaft excites me to the point I wanted to force her to kneel in front of me right now, shove my dick in her mouth and fuck her beautiful face.
“Deal.” I answered in a very calm manner, she shouldn't know how thrilled I am.
We're about to go out after tidying up. Cleaning and fixing every remnant of the forbidden act. As a gentleman, I let her go first.
My eyes landed on her ass and I gave it a tap. It hits harder than I intended, her butt bounced with a loud smack. Not a very gentleman I guess.
“Ahh!” Her body jolted. “Hey, that's too hard.” She added, shooting lasers with her eyes.
“Sorry, I'll be gentle next time.”
“As you should.” She grinned.
“Like this?” I tapped her butt lightly. She looked at me and smiled.
“Anytime?” I asked her with high hopes.
“You're really demanding, aren't you?”
“Is that a yes?” There it is.
“Yes. Anytime,” She's shaking her head with a smile. She didn't even know what was happening.
I put my hand on her butt once again and gave it a light squeeze. I consider it a free pass. A sacred pass for me that allowed me to fondle her.
We got out of the utility room after she had her pitcher that she reached earlier.
She passed the door first, then I followed her. Seeing that fine woman walking with her ass swinging left to right energises me. I can't believe I just pounded that, acquired a pass to fondle her, and now got a chance to suck her tits and fuck her mouth.
…
“Why are you two coming out of the utility room?” Sooin saw us, out of all girls, she saw us. But why the hell is she roaming around and not in her station?
“I need some help for this, so I asked him,” Karina answered immediately, showing Sooin the pitcher, as if it were the real story. She turned to me and smiled.
“Yeah, she might really need that pitcher.” I play along since it will save us from further questions from this girl.
“Sooin! Stop pretending to work hard and get back here at your station!” Gawon’s voice roared at the whole coffee shop.
Sooin is apparently panicking since Anna, the owner’s daughter, is here. It turns out, she's acting like a hard worker.
“Y-yes! Coming!” Sooin answered, rushing to the counter, she clumsily knocked tables and chairs. It's like a comical skit which made everyone laugh, including some customers.
*****
“Uughh! Too exhausting!” Gawon groaned while clinging into my arms.
“I bet Sooin will act tired too as if she did all the work.” I tease the girl who almost caught me and Karina earlier.
“You! You're always picking on me, do you like me that much?” She shoots lasers from her eyes, glaring at me.
“Hey! I'll sew your mouth shut.” Gawon shoots lasers at her too.
“Hey Gawon, let me borrow that guy, I'll teach him a lesson.” Sooin waved her hand, asking me to come to her.
“No way! I won't let you touch my boyfriend with your succubus touch, cat girl.” Gawon stuck her tongue out, annoying Sooin.
The two bickered as usual while Ryujin, Anna, and Karina took their seats on our hang spot.
“Wow, early brawl, go use your fist.” Ryujin absolutely enjoyed what she was watching.
“My money's on Gawon.” Karina bets on Gawon, I thought she had to save money.
“Why's no one betting on Sooin?” Anna said. I can't blame Anna, it's her first day. She didn’t know that no one really bets on Sooin since Gawon can easily overpower her.
“Bet on me!” Sooin still had the energy to force Anna to bet on her.
“10,000 won for Gawon.” Anna waved the bills.
Laughter filled the shop. The atmosphere's warm and comfortable. I always wanted to stay like this forever, the warmth of having people who I know respect my decision.
*****
March 6, 2026, Friday
“Professor's not coming, huh?” I was sitting in my usual spot. It's fashion design class, a minor.
“I guess Minji got lucky since she won't miss any lectures even if she was absent today.” I stared at the empty seat next to me.
“She should at least tell us she won't attend her class. I should have taken the seat beside you. Your spot's always nice.” I heard a familiar girly voice from the back.
“Minji's not here huh, lucky for her she got a rest. Right?” It's that voice again, I bet she's talking to me.
“Yeah, lucky for that dumb girl.” I said and turned around as I answered. It's her, Shin Yuna.
“But, I wouldn't let you take a seat beside me.” I said, it's more like security measures. I found this girl very competitive.
“Why? Is it because I'm smarter and skillful than you? Don't worry, I won't look at your notes.” Her self confidence always amazes me.
“You know what? I didn't say anything like that.” I wonder why she is always fired up whenever she is talking to me.
“Whatever, so uhh way to go. See you later.” She excused herself after that fast conversation, I never got to enjoy her visuals.
Shin Yuna, one of our batchmates. We're not that close but hell, I want to, if only she's not that competitive and not treating me like her rival.
She's a gem. She's pretty, tall, doll-like, and has extremely attractive hips. Her wide hips makes men wonder, how it feels like to thrust their hips on hers.
She turned around as she excused herself. My eyes glued on her hips, it's damn wide. Her ass looks peachy and bubbly as well. What a woman.
“Damn hips… n-no, I shouldn't.” I shook my head. Regaining my focus. I don't want to make the same mistake I did with Karina.
“What?” She turned around after hearing me mumbling.
“Huh? Nothing.” I said and she walked away.
“Should I just wait at Catffeine?” I decided to burn my remaining time at the shop since going back to the dorm is exhausting.
*****
“Hello! Welcome to- Oh? You're early.” Narin greeted me as I entered the shop.
“Yeah, class was postponed. Wait, do you always greet customers that way?” It's the first time I heard them say it but it's kind of familiar.
“It's actually new, Anna taught us just now. She said it's their way of greeting in Japan.” Narin's expressionless face looks very convincing in some ways.
“Anna? She's here already too?” I thought I'm early but Anna seemed earlier than me.
“It's a great way to make our customers feel the warmth of the shop.” That angelic low voice. She's standing there like a mannequin, it's Anna.
“Hey, Anna. You're early.” As I know she's a regular on our shift. So, seeing her at the shop this early is surprising.
“Same goes for you.” She smiled. Their smiles are probably one of my weaknesses. “Professor's absent, I suppose yours too.” She added.
“Yeah, facts.” I said.
“I leave you two, I've got a lot to do.” Narin excused herself with a polite bow.
“By the way, it's still early. Want to go shopping? I need to buy some clothes for class.” Anna asked me.
“Sure. I had to buy some drafting tools too.” I need some pens and drawing materials. I've got a lot of time today so I better use it wisely.
“I'll wait for you outside.”
“Sure, I'll text Gawon first. She might look for me.” I raised my phone and shook it.
She laughed while nodding and I texted Gawon. Gawon might look for me at my department and even the shop. If we run late and I'm with another girl, it might be a bad idea. It's better to inform her first hand, she's my girl after all.
I've got a confirmation from Gawon and wished me to enjoy my free time. Though she's a little envious since I got to spend my free time with another girl. I promised her for a date as an exchange.
*****
“Is this where you always buy clothes?” I was standing in the middle of a high-end boutique that was designed with extremely luxurious motifs.
“Yes. Why?” Anna asked me. Her innocence and shy persona is a great match.
“Nothing. It's just new.” I honestly said while scratching the back of my head.
“What do you mean new? Weren't you used to buying with this kind of shop when you were younger?”
“Yeah, I'm with the family. I just sat at the corner the whole time. I never really go to a boutique like this when I'm alone.” I explained to her.
I never really got to enjoy that time. Even with clothing, my parents always choose for me. I'm their doll, their investment, their sacrificial lamb, and not their son.
“That… you sound lonely.” Anna looks worried. The mood suddenly saddened.
“No, it's fine. It's past and right now, I'm happy to accompany you.” I assured her that I'm happy to be with her.
Just after I said that, a lady with the most polite smile bowed to us. Based on what they're wearing, they are here to assist us.
“Good day, Ms Anna. It's always nice to see you here. What can we do for you? Oh, it seems you brought your boyfriend as well.” The lady greeted us.
“Hello, he's not my boyfriend, he's a friend. I'm here to buy some casual clothes for my classes. Anything new? Anna clarified to the lady who is smiling ear to ear.
“Hello, nice to meet you.” I greeted her back.
“Oh, really? I thought he's the guy who saved you a couple of months ago…”
“Uhh! Ma'am-” Anna was trying to cut her off, but she kept going.
“The guy who Mr. Tanaka wanted to be his in-law. I thought you like him to-”
“Miss.” Anna said, she looks mad.
“Oh, I'm so sorry Ms Anna.” She bowed so apologetically.
I'm having a hard time processing information these past few days, yet, another piece of information is trying to fill my brain. Anna likes me? Is that what she meant? And the owner too?
“Just show me what's new.” Anna commanded.
“Y-yes! Please follow me, Ms Anna.” The lady obeyed and guided her behind the massive red curtain.
“Hey, don't mind her. She's uhmm, she's just nervous. Don't mind the things she says.” Anna looked at me with a visible panic in her eyes.
“Wait here, I'll try on some clothes and I need your opinion.” She hurriedly followed the lady behind the curtain.
…
I waited for about five minutes when I heard her talking behind the curtain.
“What do you think?” The fitting room curtain slid to the sides and she appeared.
I'm speechless. My throat suddenly cramped and my jaws instantly dropped. Words can't even explain how pretty she is. Her beauty is truly out of this world.
“Pretty.”
“Really? Thanks! I'll take this.” She happily turned around and closed the curtains.
My heart is beating fast.
…
“Then how about this?” She emerges from the curtain once again with another dress.
“Pretty.” She got the same reaction I gave her earlier.
“Yeah? Thanks! I'll take this too.” She turned around again, curtains shutting down.
My heart beats faster.
…
“You're a nice help, you know?” She sounds mad. I can't blame her since only one word came out from my mouth during her fitting.
“Sorry, but it's absolutely pretty!” I assured her which made her smile. We're walking side by side.
“Again? The only word left in your mouth was pretty.”
“Can you blame me?” I said and we stopped walking. We stared at each other, not knowing what it was, but there's a spark between us.
“S-should we buy your tools now?” She's the first to break the moment. She's starting to blush.
…
We fetched some drafting tools on the way. My arms are busy with her paper bags, but I don't mind it. It's always nice seeing Anna this happy.
“Are you sure it's okay?” Anna looked at me, worrying about the heavy bags of clothes I'm carrying.
“Yeah, I'm fine. It's not that heavy.”
“No, not that. Is my clothes fine?”
…
“Just kidding.” Even her laughter looks heavenly. Like a naughty angel who loves to tease a human.
“I never knew you had that side of yours.” I discovered a new Anna. Not that shy and quiet Anna.
“I always wanted to do it, teasing you. Other girls always do it to you and I wanted to try it.”
“Is teasing me like an activity for you girls?” I shook my head, even Anna is teasing me right now.
“Why? You don't like it?”
“It's not that.” Who wouldn't like pretty girls teasing you? I can take all of it. Anna just smiled at my response.
“Let's eat! It's lunch time.” She grabbed one of my arms and pulled me into one of the restaurants nearby.
*****
Inside the restaurant, everyone is bowing to her. It's not that kind of customer-staff relationship, I sense something deeper than that.
“See that girl on the wall?” Anna pointed out the huge ass portrait attached to the accent wall, surrounded with gold and silver motifs and lights.
“Yeah, is she the owner? What a weird taste. Posting her own photo in her restaurant as if she's one of the dishes.” I said.
“The owner of this restaurant is a family friend. That girls is their daughter, she is a childhood friend of mine. Her name is Kazuha.”
“Oh… sorry. She's pretty! And she looks deliciously good, seeing her makes my appetite growl.” I spat bullshit things just to cover up what I said earlier.
Anna started to tell me stories about how Kazuha and her became friends, how they are doing in Japan before moving to Korea, and how they are communicating right now, and other stuff.
“So, she's transferring? In our university?”
“Yeah! Want to know what's nice about it? She's a design major, Architecture in particular.” I got the feeling where this is going to go.
“I'm in the Interior Design department.”
“Is it different?” Her head tilted. She's honestly confused. I can't blame her, every one who asked me what my major was, assumed that I'm in the architecture department.
“Yeah, completely different.”
“Hehe.” She giggled. What a cute cat.
….
“Food is here!” She's happy.
A parade of waiters, assistants, and even the head chef escorted the serving trolley. I can see how important Anna was, starting from the boutique up to this restaurant. She's a huge figure. Now I'm curious if her family only runs the shop or if they had another business.
“Hope the food's in your liking Madam Anna.” The head chef bowed.
“Thank you, we'll enjoy it.” Anna returned back the polite bow.
“Thank you Madam Anna, I hope your boyfriend likes it too.” the head chef gestured a hand to me.
“Uhh well.” I was about to deny it when Anna spoke.
“Yes, thank you.” Anna said and they left.
“Hey, I'm not your boyfriend.” I said.
“Just play along, you don't want to talk to them for about 30 minutes or an hour. They’ll definitely do anything to please you, it's better to end the conversation as early as possible.” Anna smiled at me and gracefully started digging at her food.
The food's amazingly delicious. It's tasty and savoury. It is Japanese themed with a mix of Italian cuisine. What a combo. I didn’t know that noodles and pasta are a great match.
Once we're done eating, we sit comfortably to get a little rest before going back to the shop.
“Hey, can I be honest with you?” Anna's tone is kind of sincere right now. Very different from earlier.
“You know, last Sunday, my dad told me to check the shop since the AC was reportedly broken. I heard something about bread when I was about to go in.”
“Y-yes?” The atmosphere's that time was so tense that I didn't even notice her outside. I wonder if she heard us talking about breast sizes.
“Is it true that you like pancakes?” She asked me.
I look at her face, but can’t see right through her, whether she meant the real pancakes or the other meaning of it.
“I- uhhh- yeah! I like pancakes!” I admitted, I'll play safe for now, so admitting I like real pancakes is the choice.
“I'll have you some tomorrow.” She's smiling again. Is that it? Thank God, she meant real pancakes.
“O-oh, thanks!” I'm sweating cold at some time, thankfully it's not about the breast.
We finished our lunch with a nice mango shake as dessert and headed back to the shop.
While walking, I took a glance at Anna. She's glowing. I'm aware she's beautiful but there's something different about her today that I can’t even explain. It's like I found her visuals very comforting to my eyes.
*****
“We're here- ugh!” The moment I entered, a tall beautiful woman hugged me tightly. Her arms wrapped all over my neck and choked me.
“I miss you!” It's my prettiest girlfriend, Gawon.
“Hey! You're late.” Sooin was mad at me for being late.
“Anna's late too, be mad at her.” I pointed to Anna who was behind me and poked her head out.
“Uh.. Hello!” Sooin suddenly became busy.
“That mouth of yours.” Ryujin poked Sooin at her cheeks.
We did our work that day as usual. Me, Ryujin, Anna and Karina did our serving work smoothly. Gawon and Sooin bickered again and again but did their part as well.
One time, I had to enter the utility room again to grab a mop. Every time I see that door, I remember Karina and our intense activity inside.
I looked around and I saw Karina on the side, wiping a table. I slowly approached her, the closest I can be while being aware of the surroundings. When I was already behind her, my right hand landed and cupped her ass.
“Oh! Goodness, you scared me! It was just you.” She hissed; she thought it was someone else.
“You’re glad it was me?” I rubbed her round bubbly ass with gentle care, sometimes gripping it.
“Should I say yes? Be careful, Gawon might see us,” she looked around and went back to wiping the table. The fondle pass must be legit, she didn't swat my hands away and not even stop me.
“Yeah… I'm being extra careful.” My hands worked on her peaches from left to right. Even with pants on, I can feel its shape and meatiness.
After enjoying her meatiness, my hands stopped in the centre. I slowly dipped it down, my middle and ring fingers gradually found her puffy womanhood and nestled in between her inner thigh.
“Hmm, hey… that's too low!” She whispered, her head turned on both sides to see if anyone could see us.
My finger is trying to feel where her pussy lips through her garments, there's a deep pit which I suppose is her slit.
“AHHMP!” I gave it a press, and her body weakened. She let go of the rug she's holding and covered her mouth.
Her elbows crashed on the table, which caused a very loud noise. I hurriedly let go of my hands off her, and we scrambled, acting like nothing happened.
Fortunately, no one noticed the noise and none of the other girls checked us.
“You fucker… that's risky!” She said and glared at me.
“Sorry, it's too tempting.” I scratched my head.
I turned around and got the mop from the utility room. I thought that it’s much better to leave before Karina crushes me into pieces.
…
Finally, our shift's done, and we're cramping on our usual spot. I have Gawon on my left and Karina on my right.
As always, we've talked about how we are doing at school and some personal lives. We bid goodbye after.
*****
The sun had finally set. Street lamps filled the pavement with their light. We were walking side by side, Gawon and I. Our fingers intertwined, arms brushed together, and sharing warmth.
“I don’t want to go home yet. Do you need to study?” She asked me, acting clingy and cute at the same time.
“Well, if you don't want me to,” I answered, and that makes her happy. I guess I can have a rest from studying tonight.
“Oh, a claw machine!” Gawon pulled me into the game in front of a convenience store.
It's a claw machine, with Hello Kitty's on it in various colours and designs. She looked so happy, and looking at her filled my heart with satisfaction.
I did a lot of things that I shouldn't have. I'm a jerk, I guess I'm a bad guy after all. Seeing her happy makes me deeply regret my actions earlier.
“Got it!” She jumped in joy. She grabbed my hands and made me join her. We stopped jumping after the celebration.
I stared into her eyes, and she did the same. Slowly, there’s a rising heat between us. My grip tightens on her hand, and she also does.
The surrounding becomes quiet, all I can hear is my heart beating fast, twice than normal. Make it thrice as time goes by.
The moon, street lamps, and the lights from the store brightened her up. How lucky am I to have her? She’s glowing. She’s the only one I'm seeing right now, my focus was all hers at this moment.
Inch by inch, she leaned in. Our noses touched, our breath deepened, and finally, our lips touched. I felt it again, the same electric feeling from our first date. It’s the greatest feeling I've ever had.
Her hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer. My hands found her waist and gently tugged her into me. She applied more pressure on my lips. I gave way and kissed her back with matched pressure.
It was different this time. The last one’s more romantic; this time is becoming more of an explicit session. Her tongue lightly brushes my lips, then goes straight inside me.
My tongue met hers. Our pink organs danced in a fluid motion, twirling with each other passionately. I can taste the faint flavour of americano which she had before we left the shop.
My hands moved from her waist to her butt, giving it a light squeeze. She moans into my mouth. I can’t forgive myself for the fact that I fondle Karina's ass before my girlfriend. I must make up with her.
My mind spins in delectation. She is amazing, and I can’t keep up. It feels like she’d been wanting to do this more than I wanted to. The softness of her lips and her slithery tongue is now one of my favourite delicacies here in Seoul.
I sucked her saliva off her mouth and she did the same. We're both swabbing our fluids in an intense passion. I gulped, and she gulped.
After a while, our intense kissing came to an end. As we separate our mouths, a string of fluid connects our mouths. We were still hungry, and we're both aware of it.
Once again, our eyes are deeply connected.
“You should always win on a claw machine. I never thought that's the easiest way to kiss you.” I said.
*You could always ask me, idiot.” She smiled and I gave her a peck with a loud smack.
…
“I don't want to go home yet.” Gawon said with a sly grin on her face.
“Me too.”
“Hey, do you want to eat some?” She reaches my hand and gives it a firm squeeze.
“Dinner? Sure, where do you want to go?”
“No, not that. I'm actually full.” She tilts her head with her wicked smile; she's flirting. I'm weak on that.
“So, you mean snacks?” I do not have any idea what she wants.
“Not really…” I'm confused by her answers.
“Want some pancakes? And some syrup as well?” She asked me.
If someone heard us, that question would sound like she's offering real food to me. But it's completely different. I already have a taste of her pancakes, and I can't wait to taste it one more time.
“C-can I? But what about that syrup?” I don’t remember anything about syrup, and I’m curious what she meant by it.
“Let’s go, and you’ll find out.” Her flirtatious smile hits me.
She dragged me. My heart’s racing as I anticipate what it could be. I don’t know where we are going, but everywhere is fine, as long as I’m with her. I feel safe, I feel loved, I feel respected.
*****
We were standing in front of a massive hotel. Luxury cars coming in and out of their park way. Men and women in suits and dresses casually entered the hotel. This isn't just any hotel, it's a high class which only wealthy people can check in.
“Woah.” I said in amusement.
“Don't act like it's your first time. I got the feeling that you used to this kind of environment back when you were younger.” She said, Gawon is still holding my left hand.
“Yeah, but things have changed.” I scratched my head using my free hand.
But, is this where I eat her pancakes? I know I wanted to taste those pancakes once again, but this is too much. I'm so horny, but I can’t spend all my savings just for a night of eating her.
“Let's go, pancakes are getting cold.” She had that seductive grin all over her face.
I got dragged once again. Inside, the reception desk is waiting for us with all smiles. The place looks so elegant, it's so bright since the marble flooring is so shiny that lights even bounced up to the ceiling.
Then the signage caught my attention. Their logo, their name. So that’s why the hotel looks familiar and I thought I've seen it somewhere.
“The coupons.” I thought.
It's in my bag, the 3 coupons from Ms Kim which she got from her friend. So, this is the place. One thing has been solved today, the cost.
However, another problem occured. I can't tell Gawon regarding the coupons. Even myself find It's weird and creepy to receive hotel coupons from a professor who is over 10 years older than me.
“Hello, welcome to Maison Amour. How may I assist you today?” The receptionist asked. Her name tag says her name is Kim Jiyeon.
What a beauty, is this the standard of a 4-star hotel? She can debut on an idol group or even an actress. Her beauty can sell millions of copies and attract millions of followers.
“Come to your senses. Your girlfriend is here and she'll even let you eat her and yet, I dare to look at other girls.” I reminded myself that I should only look at Gawon at that very moment.
“A room please, deluxe room.” Gawon said. I can't afford it, and I'm not planning on using the coupon. And I also shouldn't let Gawon pay.
I looked at my bag. There's something on my wallet that can save me, but if I use that, my pride will instantly perish.
“It's on me, don't worry.” Gawon looked at me and made sure I didn't worry about the expenses. As a man, I’m a fucking failure.
“Let Sooyoung assist them.” A cold woman suddenly appeared behind the reception wall.
A stunning, elegant, beautiful, and words are not enough to describe her. Her visuals are too good. Pale skin, red lips, glossy black hair, and cold expression is a deadly combination. Her nametag says Bae Joohyun, manager.
Is she the Ms Bae that Ms Kim said to be her friend? The one that gave her the coupons.
“Here's the key, let Ms Park accompany you into your room.” Jiyeon then rang the bell.
A tall woman with a graceful smile popped up. Another beauty has appeared. She must be the porter. I see that the hotel matches their employee to their star rating. Her name tag says Park Sooyoung.
“Let's go.” She happily guided us to our room. My eyes frequently landing on her fat ass wiggling as we walk.
“No! Focus on Gawon.” I need to remind myself every time I get tempted.
“Here we are, enjoy your stay.” She politely bowed and left us.
…
When she left, the tension within Gawon and I grew over seconds. The heat is too much for us to handle. Gawon hurriedly opened the door and dragged me inside.
She entered first and I followed her. She threw her bag to the couch nearby as I closed the door behind me with a soft click.
I turned around and she suddenly pushed me with force. My back touched the doorway wall and I dropped my bag onto the floor.
She looks me in the eye like a predator who's about to eat it's prey.
“Change of plans, pancakes are not enough.” She purred.
“Wha-”
“Shhh. Don't speak.” She puts a finger to my lips to shut me up. Pancakes are not enough, she said, but I'm still curious about the syrup.
“You can have my pancake, syrup, and more.” She leaned in, her cheeks brushed against mine. She smelled so good.
She whispered directly to my ears. The words that left her mouth were the most tempting and intense words I heard that day.
“I am the bone of my Sword Steel is my Body and Fire is my Blood. I have created over a Thousand Blades, Unknown to Death, Nor known to Life. Have withstood Pain to create many Weapons Yet those Hands will never hold Anything. So, as I Pray– Unlimited Blade Works”
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