The bustling university campus is alive with activity as students hurry to and fro, each lost in their own thoughts and preoccupied with their own schedules. The quad is filled with people chatting, laughing, and enjoying the warm sunshine, while others sit at tables outside the library and coffee shops, poring over their books and laptops. The energy is palpable, with a sense of excitement and possibility in the air. It's clear that this is a place where minds are challenged and ideas are born. Everyone seems energetic, except for you.
As a new transfer student from the west, you find it difficult to bond with the new place as you can barely understand everyone. Coming from an English-speaking country, transferring to South Korea is a huge problem.
You were struggling to make friends at the university, but fortunately you met eventually met someone who speaks English, who was a bit weird but still a good friend. but thankfully, you soon ran across an English speaker who was a little odd but still a terrific buddy. This geeky Korean boy is the typical classmate who, based only on appearance, seems to be the target of bullying and other unfair treatment. Left with no choice, you joined his presence as he tours you around the university. You weren’t really paying much attention to everything he’s talking about until out of nowhere, her stopped and hid behind you.
"Be careful near those females," he warned. "They're notorious for shattering hearts and damaging the reputations of males who attempt to approach them," he said, referring to a group of girls that dress up creatively and have a strong presence in the area.
But all you did was shrug. "I'm not interested in them," you stated. "I'm not looking to get embroiled in any drama."
Later that afternoon, you went to the library to study and have some alone time because watching everyone else go with their own circle of friends made you feel out of place. While exploring the shelves, you saw another person in the room, a female seated at a neighboring table. With her outfit, you knew she was one of the girls your Korean buddy had warned you about. She was one of those popular girls.
There was no way to avoid her. As much as you want to isolate yourself, she already took the seat where you were supposed to stay. You were a bit hesitant at first, but you have no choice but to interact with her to avoid awkwardness. You were nervous as you tried passing by without getting noticed.
You moved closer to her location one step at a time. Wait… she doesn't appear like a Korean… Is she also a foreigner?
"Ehem"
She was alerted by your presence. Her gaze was drawn to your stance as you remained still. Did I just annoy her? Did I do something wrong? Should I even stay here? I’m fucked… You thought.
With a stuttering voice, you tried lightening up the mood. "Hi, I'm a new transfer student here…" You introduced…
"I’m Danielle. Nice meeting you," Danielle replied with a quick sarcastic smile which faded right away as the girl redirected her focus on the book that she’s reading.
Pheww… I survived… You thought. "Yeah, it's nice to meet you too. I noticed you sitting over here and I thought I'd come over and introduce myself…"
"Oh?” Danielle was surprised. She didn't appear to be interested in converse, but she merely answered for the sake of convenience.
Fuck… I should not have said it… I should have ended our chat sooner! You panicked.
"Not many people wanted to talk to me… so yeah, I'd love to talk. So, what made you to transfer to this university?" Danielle inquired sarcastically. An annoyed smirk curved on her lips but not answering her question could spell disaster for you.
"Yeah. I love it here. I’m Korean – Australian…” Danielle replied.
"Well, my family relocated here, my parents revealed that we were part Koreans… I thought I was a hundred percent westerner but turns out, I'm not, and I'm looking for my elder cousin who apparently works here," you stated. "And how about you? Do you like being here?
You do not like a native here…”
"… I - I was a bit happy to see someone like me in this place…”
“I don’t feel the same way. Especially when someone bothers me when I’m relaxing. Is that all why you come here?” She asked. She seemed annoyed by your responses but you do not know why.
“…uhm… did I talked too much? Sorry for bothering your me time…" You replied.
“Yep. "A little too much," Danielle replied. She appeared to have lost all interest and returned to the book she was reading.
On closer scrutiny, she isn't actually reading a book. She's merely watching something on her phone, and the book is just a cover.
“… I’m sorry. I’ll shut up from now on…” You apologized.
“For fuck’s sake! Can you stop apologizing for no reason?” She rolls her eyes before taking out a pair of earphones and stuck them to her ears.
Girls are hard to understand. One moment and they shift into a whole different mood… This is why I never liked the idea of having a girlfriend… You thought. You then proceeded to browse on your learning materials as you try to digest them all.
The presence of Danielle in the area makes you feel strange. Your eyes couldn't resist unconsciously sneaking glances. Despite her previous demeanor, her radiant beauty draws your attention. You kept admiring on her, from her peculiar, flower-like pucca hair buns to the strands of hair that served as her bangs, to her make- up and accessories. She has an angelic face and is dressed as a wayward student. Your gaze then descends towards her neck, where a choker was worn by Danielle, to spice her look even more. You were baffled just by looking at her. She doesn't appear like someone with a bad reputation, yet she acts like one. She looks innocent but at the same time, she’s not.
You sat on a place where Danielle sits the farthest. You wanted to maintain as much space from her in order not to distract her from whatever she’s doing. During the first few minutes, you played on your phone, trying to burn as much time as possible. Bored and tired, you then quitted and slept to regain some lost energy.
Slowly, you felt peace as the nervous thoughts you had earlier faded as you get into a slumber. Time went by, as the library provided a nice, relaxing place for everyone in it. The lack of library goers made it perfect for loners like you as it gave you a safe haven for a quite some time… except for the fact that Danielle, one of the girls you must avoid, is also present.
Oh shit! Did I sleep too much? You slowly raised your head, just to give your eyes a gap enough to scan your surroundings. Nothing new in the area, Danielle is still “reading” her book… only her actions are a bit erratic. She appeared to be overly preoccupied with her book, enjoying herself with what she was reading. She's obviously watching on her phone, using the book as a decoy. You don't know the university rules yet, but her actions have led you to believe that phones are either not permitted on campus or have a restriction inside the library.
“Mhmmm…”
Something is not right. You knew you had to leave before getting involved in Danielle's shenanigans.
She then drops the book, revealing her phone as well as its screen, with a pornographic film is currently being played.
Enjoying herself too much, Danielle seems like she had forgotten about your existence in the same room. Her pupils dilate as love hormones begin to rush through her body, accompanied by a series of eye rolls and lip licks, as well as uneasy head movements. Not long after, she began indecently touching herself, her right touching her torso while the other clasps her thighs, as if trying to suppress and delay the sensation. She isn't touching her core, but her actions indicate that she is very turned on by whatever she is watching.
Her movements became noisier and clumsier as she became more and more consumed by the sensation, to the point where she's rocking the same table that connects the two of you.
When you realized what was going on, you immediately packed your belongings and moved yourself out of the room as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, you must pass in front of her again before exiting the room. The challenge has begun.
You moved slowly, but as you come nearer, your ears started picking up her erotic noises more. They became clearer and her actions made you look at her despite trying to avoid the line of sight. As a man, it caused your staff to grow inside your pants, it hardened uncontrollably.
Danielle looks so bright. Her sweat wets her face as her mouth opens for a small gap where her erotic sound comes out. Her breathing is irregular, her breasts expands and collapses with each sequence of her breathing.
“Aahhh…”
*thug* Fuck it! I bumped the chair!
Danielle glanced towards your location for a brief moment, but she ignored it because she was preoccupied with carnal sensations.
Danielle is now aware that you are witnessing her heinous acts, but she doesn't seem to mind and appeared to let you off the hook this time… until you passed by her and she immediately scolded you to stop.
“Hey…
You froze in front of the edging female. You were hesitant to look at her, but you had no choice. Your skin was zapped with goosebumps when you saw her wasted look. Upon seeing her erotic face up close, your cock enraged once more, erects to its fullest. Danielle's gaze then gradually descends towards the bulge formed inside your jeans.
“I could make a good use of you right now…” She whispers seducingly.
She then stood up, walked towards your frozen stature, gave a provocative smile before taking off your bag away from you and dropping it to the floor. Danielle then touched your clothed torso which then her hand slowly lowers towards your pelvic area. She then clutched onto you, clearly trying to get a sense of how big your staff was. you could feel her manicured nail slipping between your fly and snatching your zipper. She quickly drew it down and pressed her hand against your boxers.
You felt an unexpected surge of confidence as you realized what was about to happen, “No, but I know you're about to change that right now.”
As she found the base of you cock and wrapped her small hand around it, she licked her lips at while glancing over your awakened staff, “You’re big, transferee. Have you ever had your dick sucked in a
library?”
She smiles upon hearing your newfound confidence. “I like confident guys, you know…”
You smiled in reply after hearing compliments from such a beautiful slut.
"Aaah-" Danielle squealed with delight as she squeezed your shaft. She knelt down, unhooked your belt, and tugged at the hem of your boxers. As she let out a satisfied gasp, your entire length tumbled out, landing against her cheeks.
She began at the bottom, licking right where your thick shaft connected to your balls and all the way up the underside of your now completely aroused cock. When she reached the rim of your cock head, she pressed her tongue firmly against the frenulum. Then she gave it a hard flick and let your appendage bounce in the air before landing against her wet, waiting mouth. “Fuck…”
Danielle let out a silent laugh for a second. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?
Unable to respond, you boldly stroked her face to conceal your inexperience. You felt compelled to act in order not to embarrass yourself.
“It’s fine, transferee. It’s okay to be a virgin… but that’s about to change right now, right?” She then wrapped her plump lips—now finished in a light pink lip gloss—around her head, widening her mouth significantly to fit me inside. She kept her hands obediently at her sides as she began to pump back and forth on that reddened tip.
You leaned back, bringing your hips closer to her and lowering your gaze to meet hers. Her deep eyes met yours, and there's nothing more beautiful than a girl watching you intently with your cock firmly tucked between her lips. You let out a pleasure groan, which only pushed her forward. She began moving further up the length of your shaft, steadily seeing how much of your length she could fit into her throat. Her hand shot up and started stroking your lance, following the spit trail left by her lips.
Your hand came to rest softly behind her head as a backstop, making sure that she couldn't quite pull away from your hips. "That's it, Danielle," you moaned, "Fuck, don't stop." You yearned to remain inside her warm mouth. You had to.
She kept pushing forward, and gradually her hand descended to cup your balls from your shaft, which was becoming steadily slippery from her saliva. Her delicate hands initially only gently caressed each one, as if to gauge their weight and gauge how much semen may be heating up inside and ready to burst. In order to wet them as well, she drew her own spit from your throbbing cock down to those cum heavy vessels and started to very gently massage them.
The sensation was incredible, yet you weren't really satisfied. You desired that she suck them. Your big cock laid across her face as she strained to squeeze your balls into her tiny mouth, to wrap her greedy little tongue around them, and to glance up for you to enjoy the beautiful view.
Therefore, you instructed her to carry out your instructions. "My balls." You took hold of her ponytail and firmly but tenderly pushed her back.
That was all the direction Danielle needed. “I love the confidence, new guy… keep it up…”
Danielle immediately slithered forward on the navy carpet, crawled beneath your legs, and started licking at your testicles like a woman who desired nothing more than to gulp down every last drop of your cum. She continued to gargle your balls with one hand while stroking your length with the other, switching between each as a thick layer of spit fell across her cheeks.
She raised her hand to point down her throat. "I want your cum," she said almost straightforwardly, matter- of-factly. "I want every last drop of it right here," she said, her mouth opens so wide that you could see her uvula sway for a moment and you thought, I'd like to feel it tickle against your cock again.
“FUCK YOU DANIELLE…YOU’RE SO GOOD! OH MYY UGHHHH!!!” You loudly moaned in satisfaction. You could tell she wasn't the dainty type when she finally popped up for air. She already had the telltale sheen of fine spit mixed with precum spread across her chin. Even though she didn't wear much makeup, you could see swirls in her foundation from where you tapped your dripping dick against her cheeks. You grabbed the crown of her head and pushed back,
forcing her to open her mouth wide and stick her pink tongue out. You beat your swollen cockhead-now red as you neared orgasm-against her taste receptors as she stared up, directly in your eyes.
Like what she wanted, you re-entered her mouth, this time with enough force to make her gag and spit up a circle of bubbling saliva along your vein-covered rod. You couldn't help but take control now that you were so turned on, your cock so thoroughly drenched in Danielle's warm drool. You wrapped your fists like a handle around her pucca hair buns and began to hump her face, pushing your entire length as far as it would go.
She appeared to love it, as you could see one of her hands eventually going down between her legs. She struggled to remove her innerwear with one hand while the other held onto your leg as you hammered her throat, but she eventually succeeded. She then tossed the cloth aside, sending a pair of black feminine panties into the air and wherever it landed.
Danielle has finally touched her core, but you can't see it since her skirt is in the way of your view. “Mpphh! Mhmmm, urgh, ugh…”
As you shot deeper and further into her mouth, her moans vibrated on your bold cock. Her throat dilated as she tried to fit your shaft, but she retaliated, making squelching noises as you shoved against her palate and down her esophagus. If anyone else was there, they'd undoubtedly be able to hear those distinct wet fucking noises.
*Schlock, schlock, schlock*
However, this did not stop you from reaching climax. In fact, the final image may have pushed you over the brink. You tightened your grip onto her head that indicates an impending climax. Danielle’s eyes locked with yours—she was experienced and clearly knew what to expect. She knows what's about to come.
“Hmmmmp! Mhmm… mhmm…” Her moaning grew louder as your tempo escalated. When you peered down again, you noticed twin rivers of saliva flowing from each corner of her mouth. Her hand
was now jammed into her skirt, but she was plainly battling against how tight they were. Her fingers kept diving in and out, rubbing against her clit. In her position she simply couldn’t get a good handle on her pussy, so you knew that she was unlikely to finish.
“Fuck it, Danielle! Take all of it!!!”
"HMMFFPPP!!!”
You let it run down her throat. Thick, warm strands of white semen splashed over her inner cheeks before splattering against her teeth and ultimately plunging deep down her throat. Your body convulsed against her, your contracted thighs pressing on each side of her face.
Finally, you drew back, allowing your softening dick to flop free of her moist lips. Both of you were perspiring excessively. As one large droplet of semen flowed down the cleft of her lower lip, catching the center of her chin and gently trickling over her white top, she peered up at you from the floor. It was the most beautiful scenery you have seen up to date. A naughty angel looking up to you with your love juices dripping from her mouth.
"I guess you left me a remembrance. Now I'll smell like cum during my final class." she chuckled.
"I'm sorry, but our business here isn't finished yet… My turn."
Danielle's bewildered expression was the response to your statement. She was perplexed and couldn't comprehend what you just said. You took advantage of the situation and made your advances on her. Your hand landed on Danielle's chest and grazed her breast. She wasn’t
wearing anything underneath. Her boobs were the size of a giant navel orange and totally filled your hand. And you wished to peel off her white top like an orange in order to grab the lovely, soft flesh hidden beneath. But for the time being, you were content with the sound of her erect nipple pressing against the cloth, stretching it taut enough to give me the sense of flesh against your fingertips.
Danielle was surprised but she likes what were you doing on her. She did not even try to stop your actions. As your hands roamed on her clothed breasts, you started romancing her alluring face, starting from kissing her forehead. Despite wanting to steal kisses on the naughty angel’s lips, you hesitated as she might not allow them to happen. Instead, you redirected your mouth on her sweaty neck and shoulder area. You dove inside the collar Danielle’s white top for your tongue to reach her juicy skin there. Indulging yourself by consuming the girl’s perspiration, you also cannot resist sucking her immaculate skin and try putting several kiss marks.
“Oh… fuck… you have some serious mouth skills, transferee…”
Enjoying her current state, Danielle gripped your head while you continued to ravish her upper body. She screams loudly with each touch of your tongue on her skin, loving the pleasure that creeps throughout her body. Her sexual urge grew as time went on. She swiftly lifts your face in line with hers as she can't manage the immoral impulses that have been building up within her. With your remaining cum still on her cheeks, she licks them with her tongue in front of your eyes, swallows them in front of you, and smiles enthusiastically.
With her lustful acts, the last strand of control you have snaps. You dragged her up the table and shoved her skirt, showing an excessively moist pussy in front of your eyes. You swooped down to her core without a moment's hesitation.
Despite your lack of expertise, your desire for such an intimate session with Danielle prompted your adrenaline levels to rise, and you devoured the female’s slit without any stops. Your wild, unpredictable rhythm of how you suck her pussy made Danielle scream louder than before, moaning her heart out with each swipe of your tongue on her core. Your two hands grab the female's pelvis to maintain her in position as you consume her lower hole, causing her body to tremble and quiver.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!" Danielle groans again. You began nibbling at her juicy vagina. You licked her slit like ice cream, slurping the liquid that oozed out of it.
“HOLY FUCKKKK!!! OH MY… OH MY!!!” Danielle haven’t had such treatment before. This newfound experience she had made her unaware of herself, she spills her love juices without any of her control. Her pussy continued to discharge its fluids directly into your waiting lips, as you sipped each drop and wasted none of it.
“…fuck it… fuck… oohhhh!!!"
As her pussy's cascade came to an end, you glanced at Danielle's face, which was now wet with her own sweat, her hair frizzed, and she heavily gasped, trying to recover from the amazing pleasure she experienced.
You two started dressing yourselves a few minutes later. She sprang to her feet and stood on tiptoes to examine your expression.
"Did you have a good time?" She inquires while she fixes her white top.
“Plenty. You are an expert at sucking cock." You praised her shaft-devouring talent.
“Obviously. And I just adore it. Especially yours…" She grabbed your hand and filled your open palm with her ass cheek. "Your mouth is also doing wonders too!”
Your confidence grew as you looked at her pleased, delighted face. "I have no doubts. The results never lie," you said, winking at the woman in front of you. She responded with a little laugh.
“Come back tomorrow and let’s help each other again… Maybe we’ll do something more than a mutual masturbation or eating each other…” With that, she gave a wink, grabbed her bag, and walked
away.
Your geeky friend approached you panting as soon as you got out of the library. "I still haven't informed you about the library!" Never go there in your spare time! One of the girls I mentioned previously spend the most of their time there!”
The quiet, loneliness of a deserted university library. Only the odd sound of a page flipping or the gentle buzz of ceiling lights can be heard in the otherwise silent room. The rows of bookshelves are brimming with knowledge that is just waiting to be uncovered and stand tall and proud. With cozy reading nooks and study tables strewn about, the space promotes reflection and serenity. It is the ideal location for solitude and isolation from the outer world.
It was supposed to be your haven on the campus. A spot where you can go to escape South Korea's hectic pace. It might have brought peace and a sense of comfort on your stay.
“I DON’T WANT TO STUDY ANYMORE!!!” Danielle cried.
“You have to, or else you’ll definitely fail most of your units…” You replied to your whiny schoolmate.
Sure, the area provided you with a suitable lounging spot in the midst of university life, but it also came with a headache that you were accountable for. A variant of headache named Danielle Marsh.
“Hey, you study a lot…” she nudged.
“Don’t get me wrong, I also hate studying…”
“But how can you memorize and do all the formulas?”
“Unlike you, I don’t sleep in classes. I do hate studying but hey, I’m still doing it.”
“You have a boring life…”
“How can you judge me like that?”
“You have only one friend here. You don’t go to parties, never went to fun places, and you never even cut classes. That’s boring…”
“I get it. You hate studying. I hate it too, you know? That is why I wanted to finish my degree as soon as possible so I can get rid of studying forever!”
“I-I never thought like that. Wow…” Danielle answered sarcastically.
“Can you ‘help’ me study?” she added while locking her gaze upon your eyes as her fingers play with her hair.
“You mean, ‘can you finish my homework for me?’ Nope. I’m not falling into that trap again”
“You suck… you should be thankful for being able to hang out with me! That’s a privilege!”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“You aren’t even updated with the campus news. There are rumors that I’m dating you. Consider that as a benefit.” Danielle pouted her lips as she told you about the rumors. It doesn't appear that she was bothered or irritated by it.
“What?!”
“Well at least everyone in the university doesn’t look at you as a loser like those first week of classes! ‘Dating’ a beauty like me surely elevates your status in the university”
“It’s clear that IM NOT Benefitting with those so-called privileges that you’re talking about”
“You’re a jerk. Just finish my assignments for me, please?” She retries to gain your favor by using her cute, bright eyes… You acknowledge her beauty and you can’t even deny it. She has that goddess beauty after all. With just one look, she made you hard with her cuteness, but you remained firm.
“Sure-"
“Yey!”
“Surely you will fail your classes”
“Naurrr! Fuck you…”
“I’m just kidding. I’ll just help you study.”
With a deep breathe, Danielle finally gives up and opens her book. “Better than having no help I guess.”
You smiled and helped her with her studies. Danielle is a different person when you get to know her, despite what others think. Some people may be hesitant to approach her because of her natural charisma, but she is an outgoing and friendly person. Unfortunately, it appears that other people's opinions had already influenced her, which is why she chose to isolate herself.
“You’re staring too much!” Danielle said out of nowhere. You were caught mesmerized by her beauty as you were tutoring this beauty.
“I’m sorry. Where are we again?”
“In the library?”
“I- the lesson, Danielle…”
“You’re hard.”
“I’M NOT AS HARD AS OTHER TUTORS! I SLOWLY PACE EVERYTHING FOR YOU TO CATCH UP ON!”
“You’re HARD”
“We should be at lesson - WHAT?”
Danielle points her lips at your bulging pants, where a tent formed as your staff inside erected itself earlier as you were drawn to the woman's beauty.
“Ooohhh…” That was enough to silence your quick temper. You were embarrassed and guilty.
Danielle on the other hand, grins widely as she faces herself back towards her book. “I’ll take that as a compliment!”
Unable to look towards her angelic face as is turned your body on uncontrollably, you felt ashamed as the awkwardness ate you up while you try to continue to teach Danielle the lessons she needed.
After a few of hours, the tutoring session with Danielle was finally over. Given that you have no further schedules, for you, the day at the university is over. Danielle, who failed a number of courses in the past, must stay and make up all the classes she missed.
“Bye! Time for my classes!”
“Don’t even try to cut classes again!”
“Yes, I get it…” Danielle answers while her actions contradict her words as she paths the opposite way to her classroom.
“That’s not the way to your classroom, am I right...”
“Fuck. Why the hell you’re so brilliant and annoying at the same time?”
As Danielle trudged away in the opposite direction, you made your way towards the bustling university parking lot. Despite the commotion of the crowded campus, you felt calm, knowing that the day was finally over and it was time for you to unwind.
Reaching into your pocket, you retrieved your keys and continued towards your vehicle. You had already determined what you wanted to do with the rest of your day, eager to kick back and relax after a long and hectic day. Your footsteps quickened with excitement as you anticipated the moments of peace and relaxation that lay ahead.
*Toot toot*
Finally, as you entered your car, the world around you faded away into a blissful silence. You carefully placed your belongings in the front passenger seat before taking a deep breath and settling into the driver's seat. The moment of solitude allowed you to collect your thoughts and mentally prepare for the journey ahead. You closed your eyes and savored the stillness, listening to the rhythmic hum of the engine as it idled.
*CHUGG*
The peace that you had been eagerly waiting for what felt like an eternity was suddenly shattered. The sweet, fragrant aroma filled your nostrils, causing you to hesitate before opening your eyes. As you sniffed the air, you couldn't help but think that the scent might belong to Danielle, but no.
“Hey -” You can hardly form the words as your gaze falls upon the stunning face seated next to you. Her warm smile and sparkling aura immediately captivate you, further amplified by her playful outfit and flirtatious demeanor. Her captivating energy leaves you feeling enamored and intrigued, unable to resist the urge to engage in conversation with her. You can't help but be drawn in by her charm and beauty, feeling grateful for this chance encounter.
“Hey, handsome…”
“Is trespassing someone’s car is normal here?”
“Of course not. I just needed somewhere to hide…”
A group of men then quickly passed over your car, they seemed looking for someone. That someone who’s beside you for sure.
“What did you do?!” You tried to remain cool but the idea of getting fucked up because a culprit chose your car to hide on scares you.
“Don’t worry, I did not do something illegal. You’re safe…”
“Then why are you hiding?”
“I cut classes. This is normal don’t overthink it.”
“And why are they looking for you?”
“Those are personal tutors for me and my boyfriend. We got separated while escaping them and I landed here, right beside you. Does that clear things up?”
It only came to your attention. She also speaks English very well. You may have overlooked the fact that she is a foreigner. And she's cute, which is probably why you can't just kick her out of your car.
“This isn’t right. You’ll put me into trouble with this!”
“Chill, handsome. We’ll just spend about an hour here and you’re free to go…”
“But your boyfriend…”
“Aww… you’re concerned for him? He’ll sort his situation himself. I don’t care.”
“You sure he’s fine? But I don’t think he’s expecting you to find you sitting with a guy.”
You both took a brief respite from the heated look you had been exchanging.
"If that so, we'd have to have a secret to keep."
“Oh… you know how to play this game, huh…”
You only answered with a smirk on your face.
"Do you always park here? It’s quite secluded, huh?" She asked.
You nod to confirm, and she smiles brightly in response. You immediately put your laptop in your bag and cleared the backseat off all the stuff in there. She then threw her mini-bag on her shoulder away.
Both of you appeared to have temporarily relaxed their unspoken tension as you each drew a tiny breath. You wondered if she could hear your beating heart as you could feel it. That was an intriguing moment, rife with opportunity and doubt. You questioned whether she shared your thoughts and whether she sensed the gravity of the situation the same way. The silence hung in the air for a brief moment before you both broke away, unable to hold the tension any longer.
Parking all the way back to the farthest corner of the parking lot located on the building's underground floor, it was one of those rare moments when you're relieved to find a good, isolated place to hide. You stepped out of the car first after clearing the back seat, then offered the lady to move. She happily took your hand in hers as you gently guided her to the other side of your vehicle.
“Fairly tinted car you have here, handsome…” She comments.
You couldn't help but notice a change in her demeanor as she followed in. The once-confident woman sitting next to you now appeared nervous and tense. You wondered what had caused her sudden shift in attitude. Was it the inevitable interaction, or was she thinking about something else? You could tell by her body language that she was hesitant, almost as if she didn't know what to say next. Her eyes, on the other hand, told a different story. They glowed with excitement and anticipation, revealing her true emotions. You couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen next and how this moment would affect both of your lives.
You gently shove the pieces of hair away from her beautiful face, hanging them on her ears. Your line of sight lowers from her bright but seducing face, to her exposed sweaty neck for all that running earlier, towards her upper chest area. Wearing a sleeveless, tight white top, the clothing her wears highlights her exceptional shape, her smaller frame seems easy to handle.
Yet, two things caught your attention the most. First, you notice the pair of enormous, round, push-up bra-supported breasts that have a strong pull on your eyeline. You were then drawn away by another of her treasures while you pondered if they were real or not. Her exposed arms, which are on the sides, draw emphasis to her fair, unblemished skin while simultaneously giving a glimpse of the sinful woman's armpits, which magically draw your lustful attention to them.
Following a brief pause, you bring her toward your face while placing your hand on the back of her head. Her body is melting into yours as you breathe. Every kiss feels electrifying because of the intense heat between the two of you.
Before you could even reach for her breast her right hand is already unbuckling your pants. Upon freeing your lower torso off your jeans, her hands went back to your face as your lips both scramble for pleasure.
Without further notice, its was your hands who made their way into the slut’s body. Roaming from touching her cheeks towards holding the woman’s neck within your grasp, and it didn’t end there.
You become engrossed in the moment and become addicted to the taste of her lips. You can feel her responding excitedly as you move your hands over her body, and the tension in the air increases. Nothing else appears to matter as you both seem to be engulfed by the heat of the moment. Every second feels like an eternity as you both give in to the overwhelming yearning that consumes you.
The car was dimly lit, but her smile lit up the entire space. You couldn't help but feel drawn to her as her gaze met yours. In a spur of the moment, you threw her down onto the seat, pinning her beneath your weight. You could feel her helplessness beneath you, but you kept going. You'd never felt like this before, and you weren't about to let it go. You held her down with a fierce intensity, your gaze fixed on hers. It was a moment of pure passion, and nothing else seemed to matter. Your heart was racing as you looked down at her. Your touch then reached her beautiful shoulders. Possessing such soft texture, you can’t help yourself but to mush her skin within your palms.
You took off her white sleeveless top and the thin supportive bra that was underneath it to reveal her stunning breasts. You spent several moments observing and staring intently over them, astounded by how natural and round they are.
You took your time putting the two beautiful pieces of flesh hanging on her chest in your mouth, which were too large to fit inside. You sucked them one after the other, indulging in the satisfying sensation provided by the slut's bosoms.
You pushed yourself too far into her, and you noticed her small whines becoming increasingly louder as your mouth masterfully devoured her milk bags. You circled your tongue around the fresh, pinkish areola a few times before sucking the nipple again. Slurp the other, massage the other.
As you switch between each side, you'll notice that you become increasingly addicted to both the softness and squishiness of the two as well as the female's reaction as her level of sex arousal piles up over time.
You allowed her a brief chance to catch her breath. "I wish we could do this all day," you said
"I hope it too... humph"
After some while, you freed her chest from your mouth. Your lips were a little bit worn out, but seeing the contented expression on the lovely face of the lady made it all worthwhile.
She then reached for the back seat's headrest, allowing you full access to her upper body. She then clutched the seat, clearly trying to contain the immense sensation crawling through her body as you continue to molest her sultry frame.
You can't help but smirk when you see what she did, signaling that you've progressed to the next stage of eating her body. You slowly pressed your thumbs against her now-exposed armpits. You slowly stroked them with your fingers as you stared deeply at her face, which shifted with sensual emotions with each second your touch landed on her pits.
Her surprise is evident in the widening of her eyes. As your actions turned her on even more rather than tickling her, the way your fingers glided over her sensitive skin was then entirely altered into titillating expressions.
You made the decision to escalate things after observing how much the slut enjoys having her armpits defiled. You began attacking the woman's neck with passionate kisses as she whimpered ceaselessly, sucking her flesh as you tried to leave traces on her flawless, unblemished skin. When your suction grows stronger, she tries to push you away while disagreeing to your intention to mark her body with a flaw. Respecting her choice, you concurred. Yet, it didn't stop you from being more aggressive as you went for her lips, entering her mouth in such an invasive manner, before moving on to her soft ears and sensually nibbling them. At the same time, you made sure she cannot fight for herself anymore by holding her wrists with your one hand. Her sultry cries intensified as your mouth licked at her exposed skin, increasing in volume and regularity. She has no choice but to grip the headrest and comply with your authority.
But then you went ahead with your plan. You wasted no time in flicking her armpits with your tongue, aiming for them. You kissed, licked, and sucked her helpless armpits, slurping every centimeter of her skin. You circled your tongue around, eating one while massaging the other, just like you did with her boobs.
The nameless whore appeared to be having the time of her life. Although it is well known that sexually active girls frequently encounter manhandling, this filthy woman acts as though this is her favorite pre-intercourse experience. Her movements become erratic, and she is unsure how she will deal with what feels like an endless sensitivity thrilling her from head to toe.
Not long after, you make your way to her remaining clothes, her black slacks. That bright smile she possesses on her face never fades out even in the face of consensual molestation. After undoing them, you slip a finger into her, revealing just how turned on she was. She moans immediately as you continue to play with her pussy, slipping a second finger in. She passionately makes out with your cock as you feel her pussy pulsate on your fingers. You grab her hair with your left hand and pull her up to tell her how badly you wanted to get on top of her and make her take every inch of your lance. “I want to fuck you so badly…” you aggressively whispered into her ears.
She feigns an innocent look jokingly. “Hey, we can’t do that. I have a boyfriend, right?”
You sigh in defeat.
“Don’t be sad… You’re way better than him!” She gives her assurance. “But no, we can’t do that thing... yet.”
Her statement gave you the encouragement you needed. Even with the substantial amount of libido you possess at the moment, you held back and didn’t force the lady of something she doesn’t want to do.
“I guess it’s my time to pop off…” She pulls your cock out of your pants as she fixes her gaze on yours. She gives your length a few quick strokes before lowering her head to rest on your cock.
You groan as soon as you feel her mouth engulf your cock. Wet and warm, her head start definitely threw your confidence in yourself right away. She moves you from tip to base at a steady speed, working your shaft like an absolute pro. She occasionally throws up, but that doesn't stop her from trying to please you.
Despite what she says, her actions tell otherwise. Her eyes seemed to crave for your organ. Her hesitating moves gives off the impression that she wanted to feel you in her. She continuously devours your shaft as you watched in awe, thinking how good it would be if your dick touches her pearl. Then, and idea came into your mind.
“If we can’t do that, at least we can stick them together, shall we?”
Despite analyzing the flirty woman’s actions, you chose not to take the matter with your hands. If she really wanted it, then she’ll be the one to bring it to you.
Upon hearing your words, she freed most of the constraints she had on herself to enjoy the moment. She recognized what you meant by your words. She immediately understood the task as if the two of you were thinking about the same thing.
The woman was the one to guide you to lie down on the reclined backseat as your shaft towers with its might. She then follows her body on top of your lap, sticking her wet clit on your hardest pole. The lady then began moving her pelvis up and down. Gliding from the base of your cock to the tip of its head. She barely lasted a minute up there, as wave after wave of nerves zapped her whole body as your dick sticks on her organ. She can lie through her words but her body can’t resist the urge. She then fell into your body, catching up her breath while clinging on your torso. You, being the good guy you are, gave her a moment to relax herself and rethink her choices. Waiting for some shift of mind from the woman, but there was no response. It seems like you can only tease her this time.
Upon seeing her recovered already, once again, you swapped your places with her. Lying her softly on the reclined chair, she knew what she needed to do. Raising and opening her legs wide for you to work with your wonders. Not wanting to break her trust, despite having the perfect chance to penetrate her pussy, you resumed your teasing session with the slut.
I might not get the chance to fuck her now, but I’ll make sure that she’ll crave for me. I’ll make sure I’ll never leave her mind 24/7… You thought.
You swayed back and forth slowly and passionately to appease the harlot. You could feel her heart racing against your chest as you moved your body. Your hands gripped her hips as you guided her movements, each thrust sending a shiver down your spine. Her moans filled the car, drowning out the sound of the engine as you both became engrossed in the moment. The outside world faded away as your bodies moved in unison, the intensity of your desire growing with each passing second. Nothing else mattered at the time except the sensation of her body against yours, the rhythm of your movements, and the enticing heat of the car, which mirrored the fire burning within you.
She became more and more delirious as your shaft slides and glides on her flooded slit. Grinding continuously on her body, you went back to her neck to savor the sweat coming out of the harlot’s skin. Wishing you can own her and put your mark, but you hold back and went for her lips instead.
You loved the way she teases and contradicts her words at the same time as she continuously glares at your organ while she plays it with her hands. You smirk and decided to give her a treat too. You positioned her half lying as the female was surprised by your actions. Without any warning, you dove onto her womanhood and devoured the wet organ with your skillful licks.
“Sweet…” You teased, but she then grabbed your hair and pushed your face back to her pussy. She definitely loves the way you eat her as your ears picks up her unceasing moans and whine as well as observing the woman’s irregular breathing.
You applied pressure to her slit to further tease the female student's femininity. Unexpectedly, she encircles your body with her elevated legs, trapping you inside the rim of her uterus. She had a desperate look on her face, biting her exquisite full lips, rolling her glittering eyes over. The harlot soon lost control of her cravings and began humping herself on your shaft.
Observing her face, she constantly looks into your eyes, then into your organs humping alternately, before rolling them back in pleasure. Clearly, she’s having the best time of her life.
The woman continuously emits unusual sounds, but her uncanny groans convey the emotional experience she is having. Her body can't respond to the pleasure because she is so caught up in the sensation of being teased that she swiftly gushes out her fluids without anyone seeing. She wriggles erratically as you keep pumping air into the space.
“I wish you were my boyfriend…” She uttered out of pleasure. “I wish I can have you every day! Ugh, augh, mph~ UGGH!!!”
Her words stoked your thirst once more, and you clutched the woman's hips firmly before pushing across her slit more roughly and abruptly. The two of you were able to shake the car as you perpetrated the activity by increasing the frequency of your advances. In an effort to keep herself under control while engaging in sexual activity, the slut covers her mouth. There was no more holding back as you pounded on her young, tiny frame. Soon after, the female student squirts a deluge of her love juices, unleashing so much of it with just a little bit of pussy-teasing.
“OOOHHH~~~ HOLY FUCK~ MMPPH! Oh my… oh my… OH MY GOD!!!” She screams in pleasure as her fluids gushes out of her vagina.
Seeing how things turned out, the thought of fucking her came back in your mind. It is hard to resist hearing such moans and seeing how wasted yet deliciously-looking the woman was.
Not this time… Not yet…
You mentally rejected the idea. You're not like other men who chases after pussies. You wanted to make sure she sees you in a better light.
She eventually recovers, but the two of you remain in the same position as before. Her hips move subconsciously as she races for air, grinding her core to your shaft. A good sign indeed as her body finally craves only you. When the woman realized this, she became embarrassed and covered her face with her hands. You laughed before removing those hands to see her blushing. You then sweetly kissed her on the lips as you did so. She then reached for your persistently erected cock as you both enjoy each other's company. The scenario wasn’t wholesome, but it was exceptional.
“I guess it is my turn once again, handsome…”
You both laugh before she tells you that she just wanted to feel your cock in her mouth, wanting to get a taste of your shaft. All the while stroking your cock as she dirty talks slowly with eye contact.
“This huge thing… I love it so bad… I wonder what it would feel in me…”
Knowing that she’s testing your patience, you remained firm. The clue is always in her eyes, as well as her shaking grasps. She observes how will you react, but you knew you need to hold back so you’ll be worthy in the future.
“Wow… You’re exceptional… Let me reward you with the best blowjob you’ll ever had…” She concludes. She then prepared to welcome your shaft by slowly opening her mouth while her gaze was locked on to your eyes. Her expression was sultry, enough to trigger both of your cuteness aggression and sensual need.
You pushed your cock deep into the harlot's mouth, your shaft twitching larger with each heavenly sensation. The woman was hypersalivating the entire time, making the inside of her warm mouth sloppier and easier to maneuver. You plunged in and out, grabbing her by the hair and fucking the hell out of her mouth.
The female clutches your thighs, attempting to accommodate the entirety of your manhood while struggling to keep up with your harsh pace. You kept going in and out of her without stopping. She suffers from a lack of oxygen as your meat continues to obstruct her windpipe, invading her breathing pathway.
Her lips were full and her mouth was moist and warm. Her movements were fantastic, and the sensation she provided was out of this world. Over time, you mustered up your confidence and let out your carnal hunger ever since the two of you started. You immediately began your own offense.
You grabbed her ponytail hair extensions and began moving your hips faster. The woman stops moving her head to give you control of all the movements. She then also tightens up the grasp of her lips onto your cock.
You grabbed her ponytail hair extensions and began moving your hips faster. The woman stops moving her head to give you control of all the movements. She then also tightens up the grasp of her lips onto your cock.
“Ooh, fuck… you’re so good! Fuck, fuck fuck…”
You were getting close and she could tell so she immediately dived back on your cock and continued the same pace she was stroking, but this time, using her skillful mouth.
Nearing your conclusion, you tapped her to inform her of an upcoming splash.
“Mppmmh~~~” She moans in reply, her way of telling you that’s she’s ready for it.
“Fuck it, I’M CUMMING!!!” You grunt as you pour your cum in her mouth and with every spray.
You can hear her moan with delight. She squeezes every last drop of pleasure out of your intense orgasm until you've finished unloading in her mouth. You pressed your hips together as your dick continued to expel fluids, not wanting a drop to escape the woman's mouth. The strings of cum filled the lady's opening in waves, mixing with her saliva. She keeps sucking your cock gently until she feels she has completely drained your tank.
She then reclines in the passenger seat and smiles sweetly with her mouth closed.
“You aren’t going to swallow it?” You asked with another confident smirk on your lips.
Without hesitation, the female opens her mouth, showing you the pool of cum and saliva mixed in her. Right away, she closes her mouth and proceeds to swallow everything in one gulp. She even licked the remaining cum on her lips as well as shoving those drops that escaped to her face back into her lips.
“Damn girl… you’re wild!” You complimented.
The female responds with a proud smile. You take in the lovely sight of this woman in your passenger seat, hair disheveled, tits out, teary-eyed, and proud of herself. Time seems to slow down. It's a memory you'll cherish for the rest of your life.
The two of you then made out once again, lasting for a couple of minutes before letting each other go.
You gave her some wet wipes from your bag as she fixes herself. With a cheeky smile she tells you she can keep a secret too. She uses your phone to text herself, edit her contact and finally, add her name into it before giving it back to you.
Observing the woman as she cleans up herself, you know that her mind is currently puzzled. You knew you already got her, it will just take some time for your charm to get into her nerves. For now, you wait and make her confused until she’ll be the one who will chase for your presence. What a nice plan indeed.
A final smooch to the lips before the two of you decided to separate, a smooch that quickly turned into a passionate one. It seems like the two of you can’t get enough of each other.
“I guess we should continue this next time…” She whispered. You agreed and let the slut go.
As she walked away you were glancing on her contact which says the name: Hanni Pham.
Not for you though. You developed quite some hobbies to comfort yourself. It’s not like you wanted to do them, it’s just that your hormones are too active whenever Yujin is around. At first, you consider them as small acts of lechery brought you by luck. But over time, you grew more and more addicted to these excessive sexual indulgences. One of these so-called ‘hobbies’ that you’ve developed is intentionally lowering your car's ventilation every time Yujin needs a ride.
First Part
Days have come by and your family's daily routines continue to repeat each day. Everything seemed normal to the naked eye. Just a normal family living the best out of their life.
“It’s too hot, Dad…” The days were pretty hot and Yujin wasn't able to take the heat and the traffic.
“I’m so sorry, sweetie, I think the air conditioning is broken.”
You exploit the fact that Yujin often dresses herself with semi-formal wear to school; which includes dress shirt tops and short skirts. As you have her placed beside the driver’s seat, your peripheral vision detects how tempting your daughter is. Her sweaty, plump thighs were on the radar of your eyes as they flopped on the leathery car seat. Your eyes cannot stop stealing glances at those pairs of juicy-looking legs, you thirst seeing the droplets of sweat coating them. Even with the purest looking dress, Yujin's sex appeal gave it a suggestive, erotic appeal, giving it a flirtatious vibe that you cannot resist looking into. Yujin was too focused on herself rather than the heat. She makes sure that despite the inconvenience, she can still be productive and focus on her academic stuff while on the road.
“Is there something on my face, Dad?” She asks as she frequently notices you taking a glance.
“Nothing sweetie. I’m just worried about you. I’m not sure if you can keep up with the heat.”
But that’s not the truth. The truth was your eyes were feasting on your daughter's exhausted look. The sight of her struggling for air grants your impure mind the scenery it needs to fuel your sexual desires. Her tired expressions due to the heat are enough for you to visualize her face upon picturing having sex with your daughter in your mind. There are times that she unbuttons her top just to cool herself, giving your eyes more access to her appealing perspiring body. Sometimes you wish her to remove every fabric she wears and share that heat with your body instead.
Apart from your car trick, you became a fan of live shows; Yujin's live shows to be exact. Knowing the exact time when Yujin goes for a bath, you prepare yourself to grab a peek at your daughter's seductive figure. You often take hold of your own meat and beat it as your daughter washes her body. Even though you've seen her bare frame several times, it always excites you as you discover something new each day. Over time, you started noticing key details of your daughter's body.
Remembering the day, you learn about the small body hairs on her meaty limbs which sexually excites you a lot. Uncovering such fine details fuels your sensual need even more. Others might see them as imperfections, but to your eyes, they were fine designs that make your daughter spicier.
Throughout the entirety of the week, you haven't missed a peeking session as your deepest desires grew bigger and bigger, but you weren't able to notice it for the time being. Slowly but surely, you dig deeper into your addiction onto your daughter after falling into the deep pit of sins. You knew that one day, the slightest strand of your self-control will snap, you have no clue when it will happen, and how worse the sexual monster in you will be.
"You're not going to work today?" Your wife asked.
"No, honey. I was tired of the business drama happening within my department and I think I needed some good time to relax." With all the stress given by your workloads and the said business drama, you decided to stay indoors for a day.
"Hmmm… If that is so, I'll be going, I have my work to do." Your wife kissed goodbye. The day went on as you have the house for yourself. You planned on slacking all day, probably watch some sports or spoil yourself with some beer. Having some bottles of liquor as you traveled towards your room, you made yourself comfortable as you lay on the bed. You then connect your phone to the room’s television, thus allowing you to watch on a wider screen. As you surfed the internet for some news updates, terrible pornsite ads kept on coming. It does perk you up a bit, but not enough to make you horny. It was only when you remembered Yujin’s naked body when your dick got out and your body reacted differently. Your addiction came up once again.
“That wraps it up for today…” Yujin’s practice for a school performance came to an end. With very unexpected timing, she decided to go home and rest. With no more schedules on her way, she wanted to freshen up and have some good rest. As she expects her parents won’t be at home since they are both at their respective workplaces.
She often has the house all by herself during Saturdays and she uses that time to relax and unwind. Headed to the shower right away, she took a half bath and dressed up with light clothes so she can easily move indoors.
She had a quick video chat with her friends who were asking if they could stay at Yujin’s house for the rest of the day. “I’ll keep you guys updated. I still have some chores to do, but if I am able to finish them right away, then I’ll invite you over!”
“You better work your ass off quickly, Yujin! I’m eager to watch some 'you-know' films… We all know how hooked you are when we watch those, am I right, girls?” Her friend teased through the video call.
“Yaaa! That might be true but I always do the deed myself. I won’t let a stranger take me, and I am not interested in being in any relationship by now. Plus I do not want to ruin my parents’ trust!”
“But Yujin, you’re the only one in our friend group who isn’t in any relationship. You’re an adult already. Your parents will understand…” One for her girlfriends said. “Yeah! You can stop being a good girl already and embrace some love!” Another one added.
"Girls, I have my priorities. Well, I can feel that soon enough, I’ll be meeting someone who will make me head over heels for him. I’ll let him have every inch of me then!” Yujin answered.
“AAAA!” The girls fangirled over Yujin. “You’re always that cool girl, Yujin!”
“How I wish I could be that one lucky human that you will like!”
“Step on me, Madame Yujin!” Their teasing won’t stop for a while.
“Okay, girls. Let me finish my tasks first before we continue arguing who will be the one among you to step on first.” Yujin jokes.
She proceeds to start with her own room by taking her trash out and segregating her used clothes. She will then bring them to the washroom before proceeding into doing any stuff she would like as she has the whole house to herself.
Yujin was careful not to trip over on the wooden staircase going down to the basement. Her footing was light, as she carefully chose her steps while carrying her washloads. She was not expecting anything unusual but her senses picked up something.
"Aaaaa…"
Yujin heard a very disturbing noise which captured her attention. She was quite sure that it sounded like a human, although she thinks she's all alone in the house. Moving slowly, a few more steps and she was able to see where the sound came from. Her jaws dropped in shock as she witnessed the gruesome scenery. Yujin never thought she'd be able to see the scene with her own eyes.
"Fuck you, Yujin… you're so fucking hot, sweetie!"
She could not believe what she was seeing. Unable to process what she is watching; Yujin doesn't know how to react nor can she move a muscle. Stunned and confused, all she did was to stay still and try not to interrupt what was happening in front of her eyes.
"I wish I could stretch you all the way, sweetie!"
Mixed emotions ran through the entirety of the young woman's body as she witnessed how her loving, caring, ever-dependable and responsible father showed his true form. His body became a vessel of lust, as she observes the immense sexual hunger that consumed her dad.
Deep, quick breaths were emitted by the lady. Her heart beats rapidly as if she was being chased by some entity. She stood there, shaking and trembling in fear.
But what confuses Yujin the most, fear isn't the only thing that she feels at the moment. A weird, some kind of attraction drags her attention to the nude body of her father. She feels very hot, sweat started to form on several parts of her frame. Her senses became sharp, taking notes of every movement her dad was doing. Her lips dried, as well as her throat, she felt thirsty out of nowhere.
Yujin, both scared and curious, was able to witness how her father beats his own meat using her undergarments while staring on his phone, looking over sets of her pictures. Occasionally, her father would lick the screen of his phone, trying to sate his sexual thirst. Yujin was keen on every minute of the sinful act.
Her curiosity is then answered when her dad repositions himself, thus Yujin was able to see his monstrosity, a long, thick, and veiny shaft. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened more in surprise. Her heartbeats increased once more, but the fear in her system was then overtaken by another feeling that she could not explain. Her body reacts erratically. She feels irritated. By unknown force, she is magically pulled towards learning more about her father. She is in heat. She is in need…
Even with the soft, used undergarment as your tool to finish yourself off, the day had come where you weren’t satisfied on fucking used underwears anymore. Your insatiable hunger for Yujin finally achieved its peak. The ever-growing lust that builds up inside you reaches its ripe condition. You take one final sniff on the used undergarment before giving up on fapping, but luck is currently on your side. An odd sound of dropping clothes came from your back.
Seen through your peripheral vision, Ahn Yujin was busy staring at your deed. The clothes she brought fell down to the wooden floor as her muscles lost their power and control. Staring back on your lone audience, your eyes locked on to the target. She wasn’t reacting, not moving a single body part, more like rooted in place.
"Good day, sweetie…" You greet as your eyes meet.
Yujin finally was nudged out of her daze. You stood in front of her, proud with your naked body with your bristling cock protruding out for her to see. Conscience seems not to exist in your system as lust took over your decision-making. Instead of getting surprised and guilty of your acts, your hunger for your daughter only intensified.
Her eyes widened as she glanced over your well-toned body, with manly muscles brought by intense work. Her mouth slightly opens as she continues gazing upon your naked upper body.
"G-good mo-morning, D-dad…" She stutters as she cannot comprehend what is happening. She was faking her smile as she tried to compose herself.
“How are you, my lovely daughter?”
“I-I’m fine…'' YuJin's lips curve down as her voice stutters. Unsure about what will happen, Yujin is in a state of shock.
“Calm down, sweetie. It’s just you and me. There’s nothing to be afraid of…” You stepped closer towards her standing location, while your eyes started roaming on her gorgeous body.
Yujin wears a yellow tank top, dressing up freely and revealing much of her skin. Stimulating your appetite, you find her outfit much engaging and captivating, something that is hard to resist.
"Dad… can you dress up first…" She requested as her voice continued to tremble. She tries to avoid looking over your naked body but she still steals uncomfortable glances from time to time.
"Oh, I don't need to cover up." You responded as you caressed her shoulders slowly, taking a feel of her velvety skin.
“I’m an adult now, Dad. I know this is inappropriate…”
“That is nice to hear, sweetie. That means you enjoy watching me earlier too, don’t you?” You tease. “You know that what I am doing gives me a soothing feeling, right? Don’t you want to help Daddy to have some of that soothing feeling, my sweetie Yujin?"
Yujin paused for a second while trying to figure out the reason why she stayed. “I-I’m just curious!”
“Curious? How about watching me and your mom do the deed?”
“Dad… I’m sorry. But I don’t have any boyfriend now or a suitor of some sort. I promise I will not try to do anything sexual behind your backs. I swear!”
“Hmmm… Fine. I believe you… I’m glad you kept your promise not to engage in any relationships…” You bring yourself closer towards your daughter, approaching her from the back. You started sniffing her hair, indulging yourself with its sweet, sexy fragrance. Roaming your face around her backside, you then licked the back part of her ears, sending a sudden jolt which made Yujin twitch. “But that is not the reason why I am here. I love you, Yujin. It’ll be a pain if you’ll find another man in your life.” You softly announce to her ears. “Dads are the daughters’ first love, am I right? Then I am claiming that love right now…”
“Dad… I’m scared… Can we just forget this?”
“Forget this? NAH. Let us settle this in your room, sweetie…”
Yujin, unable to talk back to her father, was forced to obey his commands. She was bewildered by many thoughts as she slowly stepped back to her room, unable to think straight.
She hears her dad’s movements from behind as she feels heavy with each move. She senses a pair of hungry eyes scanning her from top to bottom, expressing such amounts of greed and cravings. She doesn’t know what to do, but is also hesitant not to do something. She then seats on her bed, wishing that she’ll only get scolded.
*CLICK*
Making sure that your daughter will have no escape routes, locking up the door behind you as you move slowly towards the bed where Yujin is located. You sat beside her while she started quivering from suspense.
Yujin has a healthy, meaty body that would make any man insane. The fantasy of possessing and fucking such a stunning, sexy, and hot woman was more than enough to make you lose all self-control.
You drew your body closer to the terrified woman, clinging over her body with your other arm. You started taking sniffs of her fragrant hair, an aroma that quickly filled up your carnal desires to the fullest. It is incomparable to her undergarments alone.
You were able to freely caress your daughter's arms for quite some time before Yujin defended herself and was about to jump out of the bed. Unfortunately for the young adult, you were able to grab her hand and pull her body back on the mattress as you forced her body to lie down. Yujin started whimpering as her eyes became watery and tears fell soon after.
"Dad… I'm scared… Please stop this…" Yujin begged for salvation but it seems like it is over. A greedy smirk was your only reply as you started sniffing the young woman's collar area, before maniacally sticking your face onto her cheeks.
"Don't worry, sweetie… Dad loves you so much… Mmmmm" You continued inhaling Yujin's aroma through her hair and back neck, savoring its addicting fragrance. Yujin struggles by moving herself from side to side but you forcefully snared her within your arms.
"AAAAHHH!" Yujin almost escaped as she had a burst of adrenaline upon seeing your hardened weapon. She was able to release herself from entanglement, but she was caught by her arms and brought back to the molester's nest, like a spider rounding off its prey.
Catching her from a failed escape, you made her sit on the bed while guiding one of her hands, forcing her to hold your erected shaft. The moment your dick comes into contact with her soft, trembling palms, a zap of sensation comes running through your senses.
"Oooh God… that's right, Yujin. Give daddy more pleasure, okay? Be a good girl…" You can't help not to moan as the sexual frustration you had all this time is granted.
"Dad… please… have mercy…" Yujin continues to sob while holding on to your cock. She was unable to take it longer and quickly removed her grasp onto your thing. Despite what she had done, you just let her be. You were like a monster giving a little mercy onto its poor prey.
"Don't be scared, sweetie… I'm just loving you… Allow Dad to make you feel good. You'll enjoy this too, I promise…" Comforting the adolescent with lies, you continue invading Yujin's body.
You then became more aggressive with your approach as you licked her cheeks before torridly kissing your daughter's lips. Yujin tries to avoid the attack but you were able to force yourself onto her by grabbing her face and infiltrating her mouth. Yujin then tries to push you away but she is not strong enough to budge you from your position.
“You know what, sweetie? The moment my eyes saw your naked body, I couldn't stop thinking about it…”
Yujin turned her face away and did not respond. Her body continues to quiver in fear as you maniacally molest her. You licked her cheeks as she continued to evade your lips. Gradually, her body stopped struggling, you eased up your arm that wraps her around, giving her the false freedom. Learning her lesson, she did not jump away this time.
“I’m telling you the truth, sweetie. Your body is hard to forget, hard to resist. Heck, even me, your own dad, was charmed!” You then grasped Yujin by her neck, asserting your control over her. You relocated yourself in order to face her, but she continues to stare away. You gave her a devilish grin before kissing her forehead, trying to make her calm.
“You’re way more beautiful than your mother…” You continued to compliment her to gain her favor and lower her remaining defenses. “I’m lost with those sparkling eyes, as well as your refreshing smiles… Why don’t you allow me to see them now? Look at me, sweetie…”
Yujin refuses to do so. Drop after drop, her tears kept falling out of her eyes. She cried so much that it reached her neck, down towards her chest area. It drew your attention towards her body, reigniting your desire to completely molest this helpless daughter.
“Your skin is soft and smooth… I love it…” You drew a line using your index finger from her cheeks, towards the side of her neck, down to her shoulder, stopping on the strap of her yellow top. “Let me see more of your skin, sweetie…”
You playfully pinched the strap of her clothes, slowly pulling it sideways and revealing half of her bare neck and shoulder area. “Damn! It’s like unwrapping a gift. Well, sweetie… You are indeed a gift for me!”
Yujin just cried harder. “Dad… stop this please… I’m begging you...”
Ignoring your daughter’s plea, you buried your face on her neck and shoulder area, kissing and licking her bare skin. You wildly taste her pristine epidermis like a predator devouring a prey, relentlessly sucking her body here and there. It was incredibly satisfying. You enjoy molesting your daughter as she continues to provide music to your ears with her struggling cries and sorrowful sobs. Yujin hesitates to fight back; she did not want to hurt her own father.
“We’re just starting, sweetie. We aren’t on the best part yet. We’ll take this slow and step by step…”
“Dad, please. Leave me alone and I won’t tell mom whatever you did today!” Yujin continues to plead.
“Why would you tell your mom? This will be a secret. Allow me to do this once… Just this once, sweetie… You will also like this one, I promise…”
Yujin struggled once more. Your eyes feast on every inch of your daughter’s skin as you slowly take off the fabrics that conceals her body. You kept on shushing her but Yujin simply won’t stop. Getting tired of unnecessary struggle, you stopped for a while, will try a trick that made her mom defenseless before. Now, it is Yujin’s turn.
“Hey, Yujin. Look at me for a second…” You stopped calling her by nickname. This way, you managed to capture all of her attention.
“…you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. I’m sorry that I have to do this, but I promise you this will make you feel good too…”
Yujin does not react.
“I can’t stop myself. I was too fascinated by your beauty. Your hotness is insane. I’m sorry for peeking while you shower but I can’t help it...”
She then showed signs of listening. You kept on complimenting her in a sexual way which makes her forget about stopping you and your immoral goals.
“Your boobs are too irresistible. I would love to suck on them day and night…Those majestic thighs of yours are too good to pass on. I would love to have them myself before any man on this earth would lay their touch on them…”
Your daughter stopped sobbing and slowly showed hints of weakening. It works. Men will get horny with what they see, but for women, words make them vulnerable. With this in mind, you then slowly close the gap between your faces and whisper to her ears to hijack her self-control.
“I would love to fuck the hell out of you before any man in this universe can. I will not stop until you feel the peak of the heavens. I will give you pleasure that you will never forget in the entirety of your life. No man on this planet will replicate the way I will fuck you. I will make love with you and make you the craziest and happiest woman on this planet. So, what do you think, Yujin? Care to play with daddy?”
Yujin’s breathing became irregular. Her whining stopped, same as the involuntary trembling of her body. She seemed more relaxed. Your erotic praises made her defenses weak. Your words made Yujin question herself, confused as to why her body suddenly reacted submissively. Her mind refuses to accept her fate but her body seems to serve itself with a silver plating.
Taking advantage of her weak emotional state, your hands started roaming throughout the well-developed body of your daughter. Starting from the waist where you were embracing her before, your palms then crawled upwards of her upper body, stopping right before they hit Yujin's bumpers. You can feel her deep breaths as she anticipates the abuse she's about to experience.
You slowly rolled her top off her body, Yujin wonders why her body wasn’t resisting. Confused on what is happening with herself, Yujin subconsciously allowed herself to be violated. The trick worked, and this is going to be a hell of an experience.
You give small smooches upon seeing her tummy. You were able to take a feel of her smooth epidermis as your lips touched her torso. Your eyes checked your daughter’s answer but she was anticipating what would happen next. Slowly but surely, you were able to poke onto her sexual curiosity without her recognizing it.
Her diaphragm tenses and relaxes with each repetition of her breathing. You then slowly ran your tongue along her unwrapped torso, licking her body up and down, side by side. Supposedly this should tickle your daughter but she seems pleased. With each repetition, her body twitches as an answer to her anticipation. Her body reacts accordingly to your plan.
Without her top off, you were able to see up-close the actual shape of her frame. Her cute, perky tits were stiff with all the licking you’ve done. Sweat starts to glaze your daughter’s skin as she continues to feel hot and needy. Her body started to shine as the heat of the moment went on. Her boobs were firm as they hung on Yujin’s heavily breathing chest. Your eyes can’t stop admiring these treasures.
“You’re a masterpiece, Yujin.” You whisper as you start caressing her arms. “Your body is beautiful. It's a hidden gem!
You then grabbed her face and gave her torrid kisses on her lips which she did not resist. She slowly gives in, opens her mouth thus allowing your tongue to enter her.
Once in a while, you release yourself from the kissing to take a quick glance at her face to see her reactions. All she had was a confused look, but you can see it in her eyes that she craves for more and becomes more needy over time. She wants it, but she’s afraid and will not admit it.
“Such a slut. Why won’t you wear a bra indoors?” You break the ice while you stare at her face. Then you went for another kiss where Yujin closed her eyes and started to feel the moment. She did not even react when you called her a slut.
“I-it’s c-comfier…” She answers silently before crushing her lips to yours.
“Oh… really? I will make you more comfortable then, Yujin…” Your fingers then play with her perky nipples as the two of you continue to engage. With each flick of the finger, Yujin lets out a deep air as her body couldn’t contain the ecstasy that she felt for the first time. “Mmmmph!”
You then kneaded the entirety of her bust, grabbing a handful with each of your palms. Slowly massaging each side, you squeezed and rolled them in circles. All these things happened while the two of you kept on fighting using your tongues. Yujin cannot understand a thing but her natural instincts take control of her mouth. Her lips were reaching for you while her tongue tried to enter your mouth.
Testing if Yujin succumbs to smuttiness already, you tease her by quickly separating your lips away. As expected, she moved herself forward, trying to catch your lips. You smiled, knowing she wanted more intimate kisses. Upon realizing this, Yujin became shy and confused on why she unconsciously asked for more. Keeping her in this state allows you to do anything with her body without any resistance. Manipulating her emotions as well as her body needs is the key to success.
“What is happening to me, Dad?” She asked.
“Don’t worry, sweetie… I’ll help you explore more of your sexual needs.”
She continues to breathe more erratically, taking deep breaths with each exhalation. You then softly kiss her cheeks, and Yujin starts to feel the tension rising inside her. She feels calmer, as your approach becomes more caring and gentler. She tilts her head up in response when you put your lips next to her neck. Your palm was on her stomach supporting her torso while your other hand caught her head. Instead of giving her the tickles, you drew circles and other patterns on her abdomen, giving her the lusty feeling.
Your lips then sank on her collar area with many long, passionate kisses and licks before sucking her neck and giving them several love bites.
You began to approach her with a little aggression. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was half-open as her body reveled with the immoral sensation of a man touching her for the first time. She doesn't want to admit that she's succumbing deeper and deeper to the thrill of the moment.
After making Yujin calm and relaxed, the way you took the initiative probably made Yujin more submissive. Surprised with the sudden shift of tides, she doesn't know what to do next and it's now up to you to guide her disoriented mind.
“Mmm~~~ Ahhh…” She then made obscene sounds, but upon realization, she quickly covered her mouth. She refuses to display any evidence of excitement. She wills herself to not take pleasure in the activity, but her body says otherwise.
Seeing how Yujin turned on with how you played her upper body, you knew it was time to go to the next level. Your eyes then targeted her clothed lower part, the area you’ve dreamed of touching for so long.
Your right hand caressed the loaded meat on her legs as it reached for her plump thighs. Reaching for her pelvic region but stopping just short of her femininity, your left hand's fingers softly crept down into the interior of her shorts and underwear.
Yujin is still high with the sensation; she was not able to notice that you were already on your way to take off her shorts. Taking off her clothes, you then finally see how soaked Yujin was. Drenched with her love juices, you knew her body could not stand such a professional way of lovemaking and manhandling.
“Why is it wet…” Yujin wondered, thinking she shouldn’t be aroused by her father’s malicious acts on her body.
“It’s not just ‘wet’, look, you’re already dripping!” You say out loud in excitement. “I can’t wait to see your juicy cunt, Yujin!”
“B-but why is this happening?!” Yujin slowly comes back to her senses, she’s fighting back her urges once again.
“Your body cannot lie, Yujin. You definitely love my being alone with me, aren’t you?”
“NO! I DO NOT LIKE WHATEVER DEED WE ARE DOING, DAD! I DON’T LIKE IT! AND I WILL NEVER, EVER LIKE IT!”
Your words seem not to work this time.
“I’m afraid that your body tells otherwise… Now, where did we stop?” You knew you needed to force the issue, right here, right now. Yujin tries to push you away as your face slowly approaches her soaked underwear. She doesn’t have the enough strength to push your head away nor the courage to try and hurt you in retaliation. You then sharpened your tongue and granted a poke on her clothed pussy.
“Ooooooooooohhh!!!” All the anticipation that leads up to this point caused Yujin to become overly sensitive. Her disoriented thinking as well as her repressed arousal made her squeal.
Hearing your daughter’s angelic voice screaming with hellish moans, it fueled your carnal even more. Wanting to hear more of Yujin’s erotic whines, you repeatedly pressed your tongue against her clothed, moist pussy. Your mouth then finds her fleshy clitoris while in her panties before pinching in between your lips. Drops of her love juices were squeezed through her under garments and into your mouth.
“AAAUGHH!!!” Yujin let out an orgasmic yell as you toyed with her clothed vagina. She arches her back uncontrollably, while her pelvic area twitches left and right with how uncomfortable Yujin feels.
You dove deep into her womanhood, right into her center. Yujin throws forth another chain of unceasing groans, "Aaaaaa~~ Aaaaaa~~!"
You next take off the bit of clothing preventing you from completely engrossing Yujin's private area. You licked the moisture that was oozing from her slit like an ice cream and slurped it up with hunger. As you observe, your daughter is a juicer—the kind of girl who loves to get wet and lets out more than usual. More than her mother’s. You may have been going all-out in devouring the Yujin's vagina because it had been a while since you had fucked someone.
She inadvertently locks your head with her knees as she was quickly becoming intoxicated by the experience. Yujin appears to have the same natural sex instincts as you did, that's why her body reacts in your favor. “You’re a natural slut, Yujin…”
Your lust for her increases as she encloses you in a cage using her extremities. You poked your pointed tongue into her opening, becoming more aggressive. You transited in and out of the woman's canal while simultaneously using your tongue to stimulate the Yujin's clitoris.
“Stop~Dad… Please~ Stop…”
Yujin was hesitant. She alternately screams in pleasure and weeps in misery. Her body seemed to react strangely to the sense of being devoured by a man. As you continue to play along with her vulva, she slurps back her oral secretions while drooling and leaking them out. You became more aggressive in swallowing Yujin's sensitivity as her moaning grew louder and louder. You were more aggressive because you enjoyed the female's constant whining. You swiftly stroke the Yujin's organ with your tongue as you deftly glide down its surface from left to right. Your mouth alone does a great deal on Yujin's sexual awakening. Not long after, your daughter finally leaks her love juices on your face without your knowledge. She had so much stimulation that she wasn't able to control her climax while you expertly tortured Yujin's core with your mouth. Yujin rolled her head up and absorbed the waves of sensation that were traveling from her uterus to the rest of her body. She screams louder and longer as her mouth widens with ecstasy. Her body shivers and twitches as her vagina won’t stop spraying her fountain.
Your mouth won't let her pussy go as her liquids pour down on your face. You took in every liquid drop the Yujin released, taking in every wave of liquids that came pouring out of her entrance as you stood directly in the path of the torrent.
You gazed at Yujin's face, which was now covered in her own perspiration, hair frizzing, and she was breathing hard as she attempted to recover from the amazing pleasure she just had. Yujin's body weakens as her fountain comes to an end.
"Can we stop~~~” Yujin appeals.
Despite everything you did to encourage your daughter to use her natural libido, she still refuses the urge. Although weak due to her recent finish, Yujin continues to rebel with her strong mental fortitude, standing her ground against your sinful cravings.
“Not even my pussy eating skills are enough to make you admit that you like what is happening between the two of us, Yujin?!”
“LIKE I SAID, I WILL NEVER, EVER LIKE IT!”
“Well then, you’re forcing me to do this.. I think it’s time for the main event!” An evil smirk grew on your lips.
“What do you mean by main event?” Yujin nervously replies.
You then stood by the end of her bed. Yujin’s heartbeats grow faster and faster as you slowly position yourself for the impending affair.
“I think you're gonna love this, Yujin…”
Having one last foreplay, your daughter wasn't able to think straight as you grabbed the chance to stimulate her nipples while she was under hypersensitivity. This mystifies your action, thus baffles Yujin’s mind. Your kisses on her stiff nipples shroud your impending hunger to fuck her womanhood in the next few moments.
Puzzled between protecting herself or identifying why her body acts this way, Yujin can’t do anything except to flood her eyes with tears as her lust-driven father takes her treasures. She used all of adrenaline-powered energy to put up a struggle against her dad’s approaches. Driven by deepest desires, you, as her greedy father did not hesitate to impale you one and only dearest daughter.
“AAAAAAAUGHHHHHH!!!” Yujin’s voice screeched across the entire room as you plunged the entirety of your stick into her.
Yujin, unable to process the situation as well as the immense pain that weakens her body, involuntarily arches her back and claws her bed in struggle.
For Yujin, it was hell. For you, it's heaven. Finally, you are in your precious daughter’s pussy. The sensation you’ve always wanted to feel for a long time. Yujin’s organ had an awesome, tight grasp on your lance as it wrapped around your meat,while her love juices did its job by lubricating Yujin’s hole properly. Her core is warm and juicy. You can see her fat pussy muscles around the base of your cock as they completely devoured your entire length, which her mom was unable to take. Yujin’s body is definitely better than her own mom.
Yujin wasn’t able to respond properly, tears came out of her eyes, closing them due to the immense pain she was experiencing. It's a good thing that Yujin’s twat is extremely lubricated by her love juices, which eased up the entry of your staff into her system. Not long after, a hot sensation then rundown on your shaft, only to discover that blood adds up to your organs’ mixture.
Yujin was shaking and terrified by the situation she was in. The fear and pain caused her to lose her sanity. Her vision was blurry as her eyes weren't stopping from tearing up. All she can see was a blur silhouette of her father, enjoying his time by fucking her own daughter. All she could do was to watch and wait until all of this would be over.
“Dad… Dad… Daaaad!” Your daughter wasn’t even able to say any other word. She just wanted to end this nightmare.
In a missionary position, Yujin was forced to spread her meaty, sweaty, trembling legs wide open, showcasing her sore pussy in full display. Her father’s rod slowly appears and disappears while it pierces her core slowly, as if her father takes his time to indulge the sensation that her organ gives.
You fuck her extremely well; Yujin’s hole is perfect. The fulfillment it gives is unexplainable, you enjoy every push of your dick into her. Over time, you observe her breathing to slow down and ease up, thus a clear sign she’s overcoming the hard stage of popping her cherry.
Over time, she slowly calms down as she gets used to the pain and the rhythm. It’s like her body is well-trained to adjust to any situation, even getting raped and fucked by her own father. It was a good thing that your daughter's training and healthy lifestyle were enough to strengthen not only Yujin’s will but her physical body. Her strong body build and flexibility allowed her to recover quickly despite the huge rod stuck into her. Seeing your daughter adjust to your cock, it throbs and grows harder inside. Not wasting the opportunity, you then continued your pursuit for carnal satisfaction. As the session got longer, your thrusts started spiraling out of rhythm.
The walls of Yujin's vagina grip your cock tighter, as it secretes lubrication in the process. Not allowing Yujin to fully comprehend herself, you started rocking her pussy back and forth.
"So tight, Yujin... You're so fucking tight! Ugh, shit... oh my, oh my… I'm fucking lucky to have a loving child like you... ughhh~~~" You moaned in pleasure.
It was tight as the walls of her pussy seemed to choke your shaft. Her vaginal muscles grasp on your member tighter as you go deeper into her womanhood. You started moving your hips to steer in and out of her entrance. You were forced to slow down and her hole tightly wraps you and doesn't seem to let go. With all of your might, you pull out then plunge again into her depths. Your hands gripped on her thick, broad thighs as a pick-up, continuously ramming in and out of her center.
“Mhmmm… Ahh!” Yujin aches from time to time, but they come less often as the sex goes on.
Wave after wave of jolts run through her body from her vagina as you plow this cunt to her extreme depths. You admired her body, seeing her gorgeous lumps of flesh on her chest bops sideways as you established a rash rhythm.
“Aaaaghh~~ Uhmmm~~~Mmmpphhh Daaad!” Yujin's incessant moans continued to surround the whole room, alongside the clapping sound of your bodies as you continued to propel in and out.
Your fingers grasped your daughter's body tightly and thrust over her slit faster and harder as her cry sparked the monster within you. Yujin covers her mouth, attempting to keep her mixed-up whines under control.
Aiming to satisfy yourself, granted that adrenaline gave you more strength to ram Yujin even more, you did not give her a second to breathe. Clapping sounds of your bodies become clearer and noisier, as the wetness of your body parts makes the music of the intercourse.
“Oohhhh! Mmmpphh!!! Daaaad!!!” Yujin sunk her hands and grips onto the bed sheets, biting her own lip from the pain and pleasure coursing throughout her voluptuous body. You pounded her slowly once again, savoring the feeling of being inside your daughter. She doesn't want it though; but eventually her body moved her hips to fasten the rhythm. In order to fade the pain of getting torn apart, she unintentionally exchanges blows with your pelvis in a desperate manner.
“Ha…. Ughh… ahhh~~~” Her moans became louder as time went by. It shrouded the entire room as the background music of your sinful activity.
Hearing that Yujin enjoys the moment, you then ramped up your fucking pace, shoving in harder and faster than before. You swiftly pierce her womanhood with your enraged shaft. No clear thoughts, just lust controlling your mind at the moment. You pounded her in missionary in quick succession. The bed rocks to and fro with your body's motion accompanied by a series of squeaking sounds.
“Fuck you, Yujinnie, my sweetie… I’ll fuck you before any man can lay their hands on you. Heck, I’ll own you myself and will not let any other guy try and take you from me!”
You resume your thrusting. Faster and more forceful than before. Moving in and out of her holes while your tip hits as far as your dick can. Tiny droplets of your pre-cum started leaking out of her. Yujin seemed not to comprehend your dirty talk. Either she’s preoccupied by the remaining pain, or is she already in cloud nine, enjoying her sweet time being molested.
Later on, both of your bodies were drenched with sweat, your mind had new cravings, wanting to inseminate your own daughter. Your dick continues to go in and out of her tight spot, anticipating the nearing climax. Despite Yujin’s defiance, it’s her own body that betrays her. Her pussy seems to respond to your cock's nearing climax, the walls of her reproductive organ convulsing and chokes your shaft tightly once again, not wanting you to pull out.
“UGHHH YUJIN… WHY ARE YOU GETTING TIGHTER AND TIGHTER! YOU WANT ME TO CUM IN YOU, SWEETIE? LET YOUR BODY TALK FOR ME BABY!”
“AUUUGHH~ AUGGH~ AUUGGHH!” Common sense seemed to leave Yujin's mind as she lost the battle to the sensations she's having. Her body quivers and her voice whines from overstimulation, her back arches and drops on the surface several times as if she's possessed, with head hanging from the edge. Her body pulsates and quivers in pleasure, you see her body squirm and writhe with every wave of fluids her pussy releases.
Climax is finally here as you feel all the pent-up stress and concentrated libido causing you to break your control. There was no reluctance at all. Moments later, your crotches exploded, merging with your pelvis in an orgasmic outburst.
"FUCK! I'M CUMMING IN YOU!!!" Wave after wave, strings of cum shot out of your cock into the daughter's insides. Making sure that her body receives all of it, you lock her with your body, your limbs entangled in the young woman’s frame. A jolt crawled from the lower body as you reached the peak satisfaction. Your hips involuntarily move in and out as your hose bursts with your love juices, chasing every sensation with each wave of cum pouring out of your shaft.
“Daaadd… OOOHH MYYYY… DAAAAAAAAD~~~”
Each and every nerve in your body contracted, became extraordinarily sensitive, and went into overload. Your mind erupted, causing ecstatic jolts throughout your body. Your cock pumped as hot semen flowed into Yujin's womb. Rope after rope flew out of her uterus, splattering throughout her reproductive organ.
Yujin's ungrateful orgasm peaked at the same time that she spilled her love juices, dripping from her core.
Yujin was unable to act as her father got a good grasp on her limbs. She wasn’t able to protect herself from being creampied despite all of her struggles. She trembles and quivers, she feels the hot fluid down from her core being poured to the rest of her internal organs. Grasping for oxygen, she tries to catch her breath but is distracted by the strings of cum coming inside of her system. Her body involuntarily jerks in exhaustion, pain, and lack of oxygen. Her mind was befuddled, while her body looked incredibly wasted.
It was different from your perspective. Despite how awful Yujin looked after you just raped her, you were still deluded by her sexiness and insane beauty. The mixture of your fluids made a whitish, sticky fluid that is now spilling out of the daughter's hole. Finally, you let your body go, but your lance kept on pulsating inside Yujin. You took this chance to lay beside her used body as you slowly pulled your limping penis out of her womanhood. You kiss her several times, trying to ease up the shock that your traumatized daughter had experienced.
Yujin took her time before moving. The daughter could barely stand after the rough fucking you just gave her. She was trying to fix herself up. She fixed her fuzzed-up hair and was about to collapse as she stepped away from the bed, but you were able to catch her and gave her support.
Your eyes met, but all you could sense was anger from her sights.
“I HATE YOU SO MUCH! I CANNOT EVEN CALL YOU MY DAD AT THIS POINT! YOU’RE THE WORST MAN EVER!”
She then gathers her strength and slaps the sanity back at you by literally slapping your face. She slowly moves away to the bath as you were stunned by what your daughter did. She stayed there the entirety of the day, crying her heart out.
Post-nut clarity finally hits you. You knew, you’re the one who fucked up.
It is too early for someone like you to be up like this. The sun is still below the horizon, the sky is still deep black, and the place is suffused with dark bluish light. Everything in this blue hour is perfect to cover up the sinful scene you were currently doing with Yena.
Without any regret of losing some hours of sleep, you enjoy the special "workout" you've been doing with this nubile idol in a public yet well-hidden park near your dorms. Your body feels the excitement as you impale an older, famed personality in a public place, without thinking of any consequences. As both of your bodies were soaked with sweat, the two of you can feel the heat and rush of lust, as you continue to pump her womanhood in a hasty manner
"UHHMM YEAHH… oh fuck yeah… yes… fuck, fuck, oh fuck… I need you so bad… hell yeah… mmm… that cock feels so good… yes… I need it inside me… HMM YEAAA… yes, yes, YES!" Yena whines as you fuck her slot from her back harshly, while your hands are busy fondling her breasts. You also buried your face on her neck, sipping her skin drenched with sweat, which gave Yena an immense lustful sensation.
After you received your warmest welcome with her, Yena took you on many of her adventures… sexual adventures specifically. For an entire week, she brought you to several places just to try out different ways to pleasure herself, like that one time where you did her in your car while the other members were too busy tending the puppies of an animal shelter, and that one quickie that happened in a pre-school restroom while the other members played outside with the preschoolers. You never visualized that this job will give you the opportunity to be closer with the members but also, relieve your erotic desires on one of them. "Mmmhh… yes, yes… oh fuck me hard yes… aaahhhh… this feels amazing…"
Grabbing her wrists, holding her like a prisoner being held by a warden, Yena leans forward and spreads her legs wider. You started thrusting harder, and this new angle was perfect as it did hit her G-spot a lot, causing Yena to feel more sexual fulfillment. In every thrust, her body quivers in response. Seeing her luscious body glazed with her own sweat, squirming with each pump of your shaft, your mind goes wild as you pierce her cunt even harder. It was pure ecstasy as the two of you looked like sexually driven animals on a mating season.
"Oh, fuck yes… yes… YESSSS! Right there!!!" she shrieks as she nears her climax. "I'm… going all out, noona!" you uttered as your body felt nearing its own conclusion. You picked up her body from an arc, putting it back towards its original standing posture, hugging her body tightly as you rock her with all of your strength.
"AAAAAAHHH!!!" Yena reached her peak. She let out a loud moan as a sound of her sinful, lustful finish. The moment her pussy starts squirting its juices, your cock also releases its own cum. As a response, her vagina started to strangle your meat even tighter as if it wanted to drain the hell out of your dick. You can feel her body trembling with pleasure. You continued licking her neck, burying your lips on her skin as your meat continued to shoot out its special liquid inside her. Her juices simultaneously rush out of her body, while her body continuously trembles in pleasure. Yena's eyes roll back as she utters calmer moans, grasping as much air she could.
"You're always doing a good job, baby…" Yena said as she recovers from her orgasm and after she releases her body from you. The female idol could barely stand after the rough fucking you just gave her. You were able to catch her body before falling down, still having problems balancing herself. As the sun starts to peek, you dress each other immediately so no one can see the two of you doing your favorite hobby. "Uhm Yena noona… Did you just call me baby earlier?" You asked. Normally she would call you "newbie", or "slave", so it surprised you as she called you by a sweeter name.
"That's nothing. Don't you like it? or should I just call you a filthy peasant?" She teases you then laughs.
"So… what do you think of me, noona? Who am I to you?" You asked. "Am I someone special?"
Yena took a short, quick breath of air before answering, indicating she's completely serious. "I'm sorry. I don't have the intention to hurt your feelings, my baby. But I am very sorry to inform you that I can only see you as my human dildo…"
That hurts…
"JUST KIDDING! Of course, you are special to me. You're the best. You always meet, and sometimes even surpass my expectations. You're blessed and talented, especially in bed… In our case, even having intercourse in a public place hahaha!" Yena added. "It's just that, I can only treat you as a friend, no strings attached."
You smiled in reply but deep inside your head, you were sad. You blame yourself for expecting something impossible. Yes, you could fuck one of the best idols of her time but you can't get her heart just by using your dick. At least, she does not objectify you, she informed you weren't just a disposable sex toy.
"Don't worry. Someday, someone will fill that gap your heart is feeling right now." Yena said. Those comforting words were enough to cheer you up.
This is just right. No strings attached. I'm happy to have you like this… this way, I won't fall in love with a guy and avoid breaking my heart again… Yena said to herself. She gave one sweet kiss for a few seconds before the two of you decided to go back to your dorm.
Later that day, your exhausted, sleep-deprived mind and body decided to stay at the dorm the whole day in order to relax and have some good sleep. It was not only physically tiring, but Yena's sexcapades also tire you mentally. Her public sex kink scares the hell out of your nerves. Each time the two of you engage in an intercourse in public, you are always on the verge of getting caught. Yena sees it as a way to spice things up, and you can't deny it, it was always fun. The idea of "race-against-time" also gives more thrill and excitement to your "favorite outdoor activity", one thing that makes this unusual hobby so special. Your mind kept thinking about what Yena said earlier.
Someday, someone will fill that gap your heart is feeling right now… Someday, someone will fill that gap your heart is feeling right now… Someday, someone will fill that gap your heart is feeling right now…
It keeps on repeating inside your head. "That day will definitely come…" you said to yourself. But as your mind was busy thinking about "that day", your absently minded body bumped into something which caused it to trip and almost fall down.
Your quick reflexes managed to catch the thing you bumped into. You had a good grasp on it and fortunately, the thing managed not to fall on the floor. As your mind is still lagging from being absent-minded, you weren't able to recognize what the thing you caught was. What you are holding right now is something soft and squishy. Unfortunately for you, it wasn't something. It was someone.
A deep breath coming from the person you bumped into made you regain your focus. The person turned around, faced your body, and gazed deeply into your eyes as if it was ready to kill. The person you bumped into was Yabuki Nako, a Japanese member of the girl group you were currently working with. And the thing you had a good grasp of earlier, was one of her boobs. With the discovery of your perverted actions, you startled yourself, shocked by what you've done. Nako does not remove her eyes at you, she looks upset. But then she gave a smirk before walking away, leaving your confused mind behind.
What a quick mood swing, you thought… I FORGOТ TO APOLOGIZE! Terrified of what happened, you started thinking of quitting the job that every fanboy in the world always wanted. Is she angry? But it was an accident! I don't have the intention of grabbing and touching her fluffy, squishy bust! Hmmm… I always fondle Yena noona's busts too, but Yena noona always has stimulated hard nipples for being horny most of the time… while Nako has a soft one. In terms of size, Yena had the bigger one but I didn't expect that Nako to have a good amount of meat on her front… I wish I can fondle them again… WAIT WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING ABOUT?!!! The accident that happened earlier did not leave your mind and you spent the rest of the day until the night worrying about what happened.
The girls had different individual schedules the next day. Since most of the girls were not in their respective dorms, your mind was already made up, planning to apologize to Nako and doing anything for her in order to get the little woman's forgiveness. Cleaning the girls' dorm was the first thing that came into your mind as you stepped into their place. Due to the number of schedules these girls have, they do not have the time to clean their own dorm.
Driven by motivation, your body started to move, picking up litter and food leftovers scattered on the floor… The girls may look like princesses on screen but the place they live in was in shambles. After picking up the trash, you went to brush out the tabletops' dust, washed their dishes, and vacuumed their living area. You were able to clean only the places the girls share, but not their private rooms since you don't want to invade their privacy. Cleaning is always fun. An organized person like you cannot stand a dorm that looks like a slum.
As you finished cleaning, going back to the dorm was your initial plan, then maybe bake something for the girls. Maybe some macaroons or cookies. While thinking about what to do in order to please the girls, one of the rooms opened, revealing Nako, who was wearing a thin light brown cardigan, sleeveless white toр, and shirt shirts that showcase her rich thighs. She was half-awake, carrying a pillow while yawning… It seems like she woke up this late.
"WAAAAA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Shocked by your presence, Nako threw her pillow in surprise.
A few moments later, everything started to calm down. It seems like Nako volunteered to clean the dorms for this day, the sole reason why she was the one left here. She was grateful for what you have done to their dorm which eased up her tasks and made her available for the rest of the day.
"Uhm… about yesterday… it was an accident… I did not mean to…" You started opening up about what happened the day before. Words can't exit your mouth properly. Your words stutter due to nervousness.
"So, what's your plan for today?" Nako interrupts. She was staring at your eyes and completely smiling. No signs of anger or hatred. No signs of Nako and her killing intents like yesterday.
"I am not really sure but I was planning on baking something for the other girls."
"It's too early for that! I see the reason why the staffs hired you. You are a hardworking fanboy." She replied. "Why don't you slack a little? Come, join me in my room."
Despite feeling anxious earlier, Nako welcomed your presence due to your hard work. This causes the burden you were carrying within yourself to fade away as she doesn't seem to be angry about what happened. Your body subconsciously followed her into her room and what your eyes saw was something different from what you thought her room would look like. Your imagination thought that her room would be full of stuffed toys, girly stuff, just like a young woman's room would have.
It was an organized and mature-looking room. I was in the room of a lady and not a room of a childish, young woman. One thing that caught your attention was her bed. The bed was bigger than your bed inside your dorm. It gave you the idea that Nako may be someone who is clumsy while sleeping, so she takes up more space than usual.
The room was spacious for a petite girl like Nako. For a well-organized man, it was a major turn-on.
"Do you play shooting games on your phone? You know that popular mobile game?" She asks.
Your head nodded twice as a reply. It does relieve your worrying feeling you had as Nako seems to go well with you.
"I forgot to turn the Wi-Fi on" She hurriedly went out of her room. Left alone, you started to examine her room due to curiosity. As you were looking around, a rack where she hangs her clothes claimed your attention. It does contain her casual clothes; she has the fashion sense you're interested in.
Upon going through the rack of clothes, your eyes widen and your mouth slightly drops as if you discovered a treasure. You were shocked upon discovering her underwear hanging alongside the clothes. You don't have any idea how boob sizes were measured, but you were sure that those bras were enough to hold an above-averagesized bust. "Is this really hers?" Questioning yourself. Your libido starts to kick into your system, and your cock starts to awaken from its sleep. A basket of used clothing was beside the said rack, and due to your sexually driven excitement and curiosity, you dig into the basket of clothes and discover another underwear: a used panty. Raging hormones can sure do a lot of stuff, just like how can it make a man admire a used piece of cloth as if it was a piece of art. You stared at it for a moment, inspecting every detail of it. Driven by the sexual urge, you sniffed the piece of used cloth. Still questioning yourself what the hell are you doing but you just can't resist the little woman's pheromones.
You snapped out of your insanity as Nako calls for help. She wasn't tall enough to reach the router and turn it on. Startled, you panicky put the underwear inside one of your pants pockets. Looking at her, she does have a good body. As she reaches for the router, her top tends to pull up, revealing a small portion of the petite girl's body.
After fixing the router and turning it on, the two of you sat on a couch. As you were about to start the game, you noticed Nako's downhearted expression.
"Is there any problem?" You asked.
"Uhm… May I ask something? Uhm…Do I look like a childish to you?" She replied with a question. "Everyone looks down on me as if I am a child. It does have its perks but they don't see me as a grown woman. Other people don't acknowledge me as a young adult… I just wanted to be perceived as a woman…"
Surprised with her sudden confession, but instead you were glad that she seemed comfortable to share her deepest insecurities. She seems to trust you despite not having that much time being with her company.
To ease her down, you smiled and sat beside her. "Before, I also thought that you were childish, Nako. Well, I can't help it. You do 'aegyo' most of the time and you're small for a 20-year-old. But that changed today. You are an independent and responsible woman. You may still possess the characteristics of a child but that doesn't define who you are. For me, you are like a grown sister."
"You know what? I'm happy that you were here with me. I did not feel the loneliness I always feel when being left out as other people tend to think of me as a youngster." Nako sincerely replied as her lips curved into a smile.
You nudged her shoulder to signal her not to take everything heavily and everything will be fine. She pushed you gently as a playful reply.
The two of you went to play the shooting game all day, making her comfortable with you. She's a woman that looked like a small girl, but as you got to know her more, you started to perceive her as a young adult that also had feelings and needed to be understood.
She became fond of your presence to the point that she sat on your lap while playing. Moved by your thirst, you seized her stomach, bringing her body closer to you. Nako appears to know what is about to happen. Her breathing becomes more irregular, having deep gasps of air every after exhale. You hesitated for a moment, but the opportunity was too good to pass on.
As you kissed her cheeks, Nako started to feel the tension building up within. You then bring your lips towards her neck, and she responds by tilting her head upwards. Your left hand went under her sleeveless top, resting your palm on her stomach. You drew circles and shapes on her belly which instead of giving her tickles, gave her the lustful sensation that she craves. This is why she wanted to be treated as a woman.
Your lips buried deep kisses on her. Her mouth was half-open with her eyes closed as Nako enjoys the impure sensation of being touched by a man. She tossed her phone away. Your right hand reached for her plump thighs, caressing the stacked meat on her legs. Your left hand's fingers crawled down slowly towards the inside of her shorts and underwear, reaching for the pelvic area but stopping right before you reached her womanhood.
Nako's body squirmed as you resumed drawing shapes on her lower abdomen. You transitioned into fondling one of her pulpous tits using your right hand, enjoying the squishiness of the petite girl's boobs. You continued to explore Nako's body with your hands while your erected pecker, which now can be felt through your shorts, is now being rubbed on her thick thighs. The two of you stayed at this position for a few minutes before Nako faced her body towards you, still sitting on your lap. Nako became aggressive which is something you didn't expect from her. She pushes your upper body towards the rest of the couch and attacks your lips using her own mouth, forcing her tongue to enter.
Your mouth voluntarily welcomes her, allowing your tongue to meet her to have a sweet brawl for oral pleasure. Nako may have a small frame but she does have a meaty, stacked body which would drive any man crazy. The fantasy of making out and owning such a cute, stacked, small-sized female was more than enough to lose any control you have. Your steel-hard shaft within your shorts sticks over Nako's clothed pussy. You grabbed her meaty butt cheeks, massaging them aggressively. While having your intense oral battle with Nako, you started to rock your hips, enacting a breeding motion. Nako seems to like the ride, she buries your face towards her clothed, plump busts, hugging your head tightly on her breast. Both of you went wild until a doorbell interrupted your intense make-out session with her.
Ding Dong
An unexpected doorbell once again interrupted the moment.
The two of you immediately released each other's bodies and fixed your clothes. You both acted as if nothing happened. Nako went to her room right away. The girls started to come one by one, thus resuming your love-making session with Nako impossible. You bid goodbye to the girls but you never saw Nako come out of her room before you left. I almost had her! You thought. But your mind reminded you about the real purpose of why you were hired in the first place. Your conscience attacked you and made you feel guilty of trying to use Nako's sadness to take advantage of her. That is what made you think you should now forget what happened and decide never to touch Nako again.
Few days had passed, it's a music show today and you were brought as one of the staff in order to give a helping hand if needed. The shooting quickly ended for the girls; you weren't even able to see them on stage nor backstage. You acted as if you were looking for them, but in reality, you were just looking for one member. All these days, you never saw Nako nor her shadow. It makes you feel dejected since you felt Nako became a part of your life in a special way.
Someday, someone will fill that gap your heart is feeling right now...
That gap in your heart grew wider. You felt lonely and heartbroken. Even though you decided not to mind her as much as possible, you knew deep inside that you miss Nako so much, more than just a make out partner.
As you wait before going back home, you sit on a couch inside the pantry next to the table containing the food for everyone. You don't even have the appetite to eat anything at this moment. Speaking of Nako, she passed right in front of your eyes. You felt a slight joy seeing her personally, but you forced yourself to hold back and not to greet her. She directly went to the table, looking for something to snack with. She took a weird-looking snack.
She grabbed what looked like a sausage on a stick, covered with sprinkles and candies. But the weirdness of the snack wasn't the one that grabbed your attention. Your eyes were fixed at Nako's lips as her mouth opened, allowing the sausage to enter. Your body suddenly remembers the thirst it was craving for. You find her actions mouthwatering and highly tempting… especially when Nako reveals her tongue to lick the sprinkles. You gulped your own saliva as you observe her eating with malicious intentions.
Nako noticed you were there. Surprisingly, she smiled at you, calling you towards her and offering the food to you. You stand up awkwardly, saying you were not hungry. You titled your gaze away from her in order to protect your own feelings.
You distracted yourself and leaned towards the other direction. You tried to convince yourself that you'll never lay a hand on another member again… You also started to think to cut off your side job as Yena's fuck buddy… It is against to your duty as the Fans' Representative. Suddenly, something dropped in front of you. It seems like the heavens did not give you what you wanted. The more you think about quitting having sexual desires in the members, the more teasing they gave…
And now, Nako was on the floor, cutely saying she wants to talk to you. It is very disrespectful if you turned down her request, and it is also disrespectful not to look towards her. As you look down towards her, a nice-looking view turns on your sexual desires towards the little lady.
gulp
Seeing the depth of her cleavage, your manhood erected as hard as it can. You also find Nako's position seductive, as her face was directly facing your cock. Your conscience suddenly disappeared. It seems like the one last string of control you have finally popped off… You really wanted to own this lady so badly right now.
Nako stared deeply at your eyes, her gaze was irresistible. She wanted to tell something with her glance. Despite Nako asking for a proper talk, none of you can start a sentence.
The two of you were just deeply staring at each other's eyes, trying to hold back. You swallowed your own saliva as tge pressure went up each second, while Nako's eyes continued to twinkle with lust. The moment she touched your thighs involuntarily, both of you lost control.
"Not here" she said out of nowhere. You knew what she meant.
The two of you excused yourselves to the members and staff members so you can go back into your dorms earlier.
"But we will have a celebration before going home…" Eunbi said. Despite being invited to a post-show celebration, you refused and rushed towards a cab.
I'll be having a different kind of celebration, you thought.
Nako did the same and took a different taxi so your actions won't be suspicious.
Reaching the dorm, you dashed towards Nako's room. She was already there, and she completely changed her outfit into a more revealing but casual top. You found her sitting on her full-size bed and you immediately went for her lips. You didn't hold back in order to quench your thirst that you were craving for a long time. Nako also seemed craving for your lips and for your touches as she aggressively responds to your kisses. Your make-out session lasted for minutes, draining each other's fluids. Hungry for more sexual pleasure, you pushed her boldly towards her bed.
It was a fascinating view, seeing this petite lady lying down openly, with no signs of resistance towards your unholy manner. You dove directly at her lower neck area, right above her bosom.
"Ughh… I missed you" Nako moaned in pleasure. Nako was cute and someone that you wouldn't expect to engage in copulation. But something has taken over you. It was some sort of wild, carnal desire to ruin this small, delicate-looking lady.
You lay your hands on her soft, round busts, massaging and squeezing them rigorously. You pinched and played with her tensed nipples as you continued to knead her breasts roughly.
"Mmmmmhhhmm…" Nako was bewildered by the stimulation caused by your sensual actions on her body. Seeing her mouth half-open, you quickly removed your underpants, shoving your shaft into her opening on her face. You plunged your meat inside as far as you could, forcing her to deepthroat you. You felt your cock pulsate and surge in size in her throat. You looked at Nako's reaction, she seems to do her best in swallowing the wholeness of your cock. She was having a hard time but she does her best in order to give you the best sensation possible. Although you weren't able to fit your whole shaft, she desperately stretches her small mouth to take as much cock as possible. This cute scenery does not stop you from doing her hard.
As she started gagging and choking herself with your dick, you abruptly moved your hips. Nako held tightly on your thighs as you harshly fuck her mouth. You continued to pump your meat inside her small face opening, she sheds a tear from her eye. Seeing that, you wanted to stop at that moment. She opens her eyes and grips your thighs, signaling you not to stop rocking her face.
After a few moments, you let go of her tiny opening, pulling out your steel-hard penis from her now-stretched, small mouth. The dainty idol coughs a lot, gasping as much air she could. Moments later, as Nako recovers from the harsh treatment, she lies down once again and spreads her legs.
"I don't want to get interrupted again…" she said. After gaining the consent from the idol, you slowly undress her underwear, only to sight her entrance. Without wasting any time, you aimed the head of your dick, rubbing it on her womanhood. Knowing that Nako may not be able to handle the wholeness of your pipe, you plunged in her depths slowly, little by little. Nako' small body shrieks as you slowly stretch her insides, you are not sure if the tremor from her body was caused by your penetration or by her anxiousness. She remained smiling as you looked into her eyes before suddenly tilting her head backward due to the immense pain of being impaled. Your cock is too much for her small body, but you also can't resist the tightness and the warmness of her insides. The walls of her entrance were too tight as if choking your shaft. You then initiated the erotic movement, poking in and out steadily and carefully at first.
Nako's breathing kept on getting heavier as you pierced through her insides. You can't see her face, but the noises she gives off indicates that the idol is in pain. She may be crying as you thrust deeper and deeper. You felt sorry for her, but you cannot stop right now.
"AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH!!!" Blood drops out of her womanhood, the sign of taking the woman's virginity. Nako cried out loud as you popped her cherry. You stopped moving for a while, held her hands in order to comfort her from pain. You then pat and caress her thighs in hopes of relieving her agony. You knew you needed to continue in order for her to enjoy this intercourse and to cover the pain with pleasure. You commence your breeding actions slowly, as the pain seems to subside. You had a keen observation of the idol's breathing pace, determining the force and the length you exert in her. The moment you noticed her body becomes calmer than earlier, you held on to her waists and started fucking her harder.
"Oohh fuck it's so big… oohh ooooohhh… ohhh… right there… uhmmmmm… aaahhh… fuck fuck yes… you're stretching me ughhh oh my!" Nako started to feel the soothing sensation of the lovemaking session. You continued to adjust your pace as Nako stated she wants more. Still cautious of the speed and power of your thrust, you did your best to hold on to your own sexual urge to fuck the hell out of her.
"D-do it… ooohhh ohhhh… c'mon do it… don't hold back… oohhh fuck… fuck-me… as hard as you can… oohhhh pleaseee… ahhhh!" Nako asked. You knew you cannot just do what she says. So instead, you retracted your rod out of her hole. You carried her small body facing you, and then you leaned towards the wall as a balance support. As you reinsert your meat in her, Nako clings her arms, latches her legs on you, locking herself, anticipating the pleasure to come. You started gently once again, creating a comfortable rhythm.
"Please don't hold back…" Nako whispered helplessly. Those words were enough to loosen your restraints. You rocked her harder this time. It does feel good for you to ramp the pace up, plus Nako's tightness forces you to exert more effort to move your dick in and out of her. With each pull and thrust, you increased the number of pumps.
Nako's breathing gets heavier and heavier again. "Ooohhh… oppaaaaa…. why are you so big in me?… aaahhhh…"
"Should I stop here?" You were worried about her.
"No…. ughh… don't you… ahhh… dare to stoppp…" She hammers her small fist on your shoulder, rejecting your answer. "It does hurt… but ahhh…. it feels really amazing! Don't worry about me!"
"I know you can do it, Nako. You're a strong woman ain't ya?" You said as words of encouragement for her. She then fastens her limbs tighter, anticipating the moment.
"Here I go!" You went all out, piercing her body deeper, faster, and harder. You knew it was the only way Nako could prove to herself that she was already a grown-up. This is the only way to pull her confidence out of her.
"Ahh fuck you're so tight! Aah… ahh… ahh… you like that, my love? Let me stretch you more!"
This is for Nako.
You gave all of your strength to ram and bang the hell out of her. You intensely rocked her body as hard as you could. A few more pumps, Nako raises her head open-mouthed. She wasn't even able to let out a single noise as her body squirmed and shook in pleasure. She buries her nails on your body and she can't stop trembling for some moments. Your legs started to feel the liquid that gushed out of her opening. She squirted a lot, wetting most of your lower body. As she was still recovering from her post-orgasm state, you started moving your hips inside her again. You wanted to pound her so bad. At this point, you cannot control yourself anymore. You threw her body back on the bed, then pounced on top of her. You unleashed a barrage of torrid kisses of her lips, neck part, and breasts before aiming your shaft into her womanhood.
"АААННН… АННН АНHH! FUCKKKKK UMMMMPPP… PLEASE OHMMM…WAAA… AAHH!" Sexual gasps were released from Nako's mouth as you hump her down, ramming her hole harshly. You knew you fucked her harder than Yena. You penetrated her deeply as her small body could. You continued to lunge in and out of her pussy. You hold on to her stacked legs as you continue to mow her down as your body feels its near conclusion. Her stretched organ seems to react to your incoming climax, constricting its walls, swallowing your shaft tighter. It made your thing harder to move out, but your sexual desires and adrenaline gave you the extra strength to penetrate her depths.
"Fuckkkk it's sooo tight… Nako, I love youuuuu!" You pulled out your shaft from her and she quickly grabs it towards her face. As your milk spurts out from your hose, Nako opens her mouth to catch your seeds. You also released too much from usual, thus overflowing her mouth and your cum splashed all over her face. She swallowed your juices inside her mouth without any regret. Your body then collapsed beside her. You enjoy watching Nako as she plays with the remaining cum on her face with her fingers. What beautiful scenery, you thought. Drenched with sweat, her hair was a total mess, naked and still breathing deeply. Her legs shake a little, as aftershocks of the rough intercourse she just had. Seeing a beautiful woman's face covered with your sperm was the most pleasing sight you had seen in your life. You can't help but fall in love with the lady beside you. You hugged her tightly, then kissed her cheeks to top things off…
Two hours later, you were supposed to leave the girls' dorm but one member came rushing inside. Hitomi caught you inside their dorm. Fortunately, you had already cleaned up the mess you've made with Nako earlier. You gave her an innocent smile as a greeting.
"What are you doing here?" She asks. Not really knowing what to answer, you started to be anxious as she might think that you fucked the hell out of her friend, which actually happened.
"We played shooting games." Nako peeks her head outside of her room. She was clinging to the door in order not to lose her balance and not to be suspicious as her legs were still aching from the intense lovemaking session earlier. "But this time, we played 1 versus 1. He's really good as he shot me at point-blank range using his huge "pistol". He shot me right into my face!" she added as she winked towards you. That was acceptable reasoning though, but the accuracy of her lies sent you smiling. Nako smiled back as you stole one last glance at her before waving goodbye.
The cool wind blowing out of many air conditioners within the airports freezes your body as you and your wife patiently wait for someone to be picked up. Despite hating waking up early, as a good husband you are, you accompany your wife, fetching one of her relatives that she hasn’t seen for many years.
Two years of married life – yet you barely knew any of your wife’s relatives. She often talks about them but you never even had a chance to meet them. The ones you’ve seen so far are her parents – which you met on a video call after the wedding ceremony. What a busy family, you thought. They did not even go to your and your wife’s wedding. This seems normal for your wife though; you never heard her complain about her loved ones missing out on special occasions. It also benefits you, having no arguments with your in-laws.
“I miss Chaeryeong… Finally, she came back to Korea after some time!” Your wife Chaeyeon murmured out of anticipation.
That is the only time you knew that the one you’re waiting for was your wife’s younger sister, who worked around the world for several years. Chaeyeon frequently shares some stories about her so you know a thing or two about her, but this is the first time you’ll be seeing your sister-in-law.
“UNNIE!!!” A voice came out of the departing passengers. After a long-awaited meetup, your wife rushes towards a passenger from afar. You barely paid any attention to them as you did not want to interfere with their moments of joy. You did not even consider looking towards your sister-in-law, at first.
But goddamn.
Her body is so freaking hot. Those were the words that came into your mind upon slightly taking a gaze towards your wife’s sister. You even gave a second look just to confirm what you’ve seen. While your wife Chaeyeon was busy checking up on her younger sibling, your eyes quickly met and gave your heart a skip.
You never expected that your sister-in-law would be this sexy. An hourglass figure, slim yet sexy curves mold her figure. Her milky white skin makes her shine among the group of people gathering at the passengers’ lounge. Her small face, naughty smiles, and sharp gazes sends a seductive look towards your location. It might only be your imagination but you thought she was also giving barely any attention towards her older sister but instead, locks her attention towards you.
“I should stop overthinking things…” You said to yourself. You brushed off the idea as soon as your wife’s voice became louder and louder as the two approached your bench. But deep inside, you admit that it’s been years when you felt the same, only with Lee Chaeyeon.
“… and here’s my handsome and bright husband that we often talk about…” Chaeyeon introduces you to her sister.
“I’m Chaeryeong, your wife’s sister…” The alluring woman spoke.
It took you a second before you could respond. “Oh… nice meeting you!” You gave an assuring smile back towards your sister-in-law.
The two talked and shared stories the whole journey to your home. For more than two years, Chaeryeong worked in several different countries around the world, thus allowing herself to spoil all of her needs and wants. No wonder she can supply herself with all the beauty products and body toning stuff that she loves. Her gorgeous figure proves them true.
Well, your wife was also that gorgeous during her peak. Probably more beautiful to be honest. That’s the very reason why in two years of dating, you made sure to marry her so that no man on earth can have her instead.
When it comes to bed, performance-wise, your wife does even a better job. She’s a fantastic partner in life and in lust. Maybe that’s the reason you did not catch any interest towards other females at that time. Why would you look for someone else when your wife already more than satisfies your needs, right?
But that was during her peak. After two years and having one baby, things do change. There are more responsibilities today plus having a child does give a lot of stress, which makes your wife look aged a bit. Your wife’s focus is also now divided into several interests, thus some things changed over time and were not comparable to what your relationship looks like during your early days.
One of the things that did not change is her being passionate and active in bed. You cannot deny how good Chaeyeon is during your sexy nights. She still does satisfy your carnal needs.
But then, you felt that you needed something new. This time, what you have now is not a carnal need. It is now a carnal “want”.
“Finally! Nice meeting you too, Oppa!” Chaeryeong bloomingly greets you once again. Her greeting was now accompanied by a beautiful smile, showcasing her well-defined, thin lips. She then handed her hand for you to shake them. Her grip was gentle, her hand was small and soft. Its alluring feel when touched felt addicting which made you hold her hand longer than expected.
“We’re glad you're back! It's quite a long time, Little Sis. Why the hell did you not have any vacation back here in South Korea?” Your wife asked.
“Uhmm… Honey?” Chaeyeon pokes your side, bringing you back to senses.
Chaeryeong then giggles as you lose the grip on her hand.
Her cream-coloured off-the-shoulder blouse showcases her stunning neck and upper chest area. Her radiant shine draws your gaze to her bare skin. Despite being nearly nude-colored, her fair, white skin complements her gorgeous clothing.
“You know me, unnie. I always followed you during our teenage years. Wherever you go, I follow. Whatever you liked, I liked as well…” Chaeryeong answered. “That’s why I decided to carve a path for myself. I don’t want to be a hindrance to your dreams, and I also wanted to see what I can do all on my own.”
“Aww… Your Lil Sis is so sweet.” You teased your wife. “I always wondered why despite being close, you two decided to go separate ways…”
“Like I said, I don’t want to get in the way of my unnie. We liked the same stuff a lot, sometimes it turns into a sibling competition, and despite my unnie winning over me majority of the time, she then lets me win so I won’t feel bad.” Chaeryeong answered. “But look at you now, unnie. Without me tagging along every single time, you had a successful life! You even had this hot, handsome guy to be your husband!” Chaeryeong proceeds to cling onto one of your arms as she compliments you, while teasing her older sister as well.
The younger woman’s scent then reaches your nostrils as Chaeryeong continues to clung onto your arms. Her grasp was soft, her skin was velvety as you observe them in close-up. Her soft touches along your veiny arm sends you waves of delight, but you remain calm and act like everything is normal.
She smelled unlike anything you have sensed before. It felt like a warm embrace - her scent was slightly sweet but spicy as well. It was utterly enticing, something you would want to sniff for an unspeakable amount of time.
Her waist is appealing; putting it over your arm is possible due to its slimness. Complemented with tight jeans that highlight her hips and thick thighs. Her figure-hugging jeans emphasize the little separation between her legs.
Her delicate touch contrasts with her artificial nails, which scraped your arm slightly as Charyeong clung. The combination of her softness and sexiness is what distinguishes her from other ladies.
Despite the quick initial interaction, you were able to assess her from head-to-toe. A minute had passed before the young woman finally released your arm. It took about an hour for the two sisters to catch up on the latest developments in their life.
*Grrrrrr*
It was your stomach that told the girls how long they had been talking. It was almost lunchtime, and it’s still a long way home.
You had a habit of turning on the television as soon as you walked into your room, perhaps to watch sports or check the news. Unexpectedly, the baby's room appears as soon as the screen turns on. Your eyes enlarge, and you rapidly manoeuvre your body to lock the knob and close the door. Your jaw drops at the unexpected display that popped up on the screen.
When the sisters arrived at the house, they immediately ran to your baby and took it from the nanny. The girls lavished the child with kisses and embraces, and you enjoyed watching them get along so well.
You simply can't take your eyes off of Chaeryeong. It's like seeing your wife on her most attractive day, or more accurately, a different side of the person you married. She exudes an aura that draws your attention and makes it impossible for you to look away from her. After a few more seconds of gazing before Chaeryeong notices your stares, you reply with an uncomfortable smile before turning to leave. Chaeryeong also excused herself so she can freshen up as well.
As everyone began getting ready for lunch, you made the decision to spend some time relaxing in your room. Some of the items from the baby's room were moved to yours as a reminder that Chaeryeong would be utilising the baby's room while she is in South Korea. Chaeyeon, your wife, urged that her sister stay with your family even though she had originally intended to stay at hotels nearby.
The elegant, polite Chaeryeong you met before has already changed into a new outfit. You were not yet out of luck, but you simply lost the chance to witness her naked. She changed into a blue fitted blouse with narrow straps and what appeared to be matching hip-fitting exercise attire. While you swoon over her new appearance, Chaeryeong simply lies on the bed and takes a few pictures while comforting herself in her temporary room.
You couldn't resist reaching for your shaft when such a sensuous scene presented itself, your veiny monstrosity growing at the sight of Chaeryeong's seductive figure.
You smirked as you took in the scenery on the screen, realizing that Chaeryeong has no idea that she is currently being watched. Her attractive figure captured your attention, and her semi-revealing attire revealed a bit more skin. Her slim body appears stunningly over the white bed, resembling a work of art in the middle of a blank canvas. The enticing appeal of her bust makes your dick twitch. They are ideally spherical and small enough to fit in a man's hands. Your erotic cravings are stoked by her milky white complexion, which entices you to examine every inch of her incredibly attractive physique.
"She's so gorgeous! Fuck it!" At last, you admit that you have inappropriately spied on her and you have no regrets.
You grasped your organ, then slowly racked yourself by moving your hand up and down. Your attention was focused on the hypnotizing shape and flawless, taintless skin of the naive woman's body.
As libido begins to cloud your head, your senses gradually begin to blur. You want to pounce on Chaeryeong more than ever, like a werewolf turning under the full moon. Your stroking frequency is likewise fuelled by it, rising up speed with every second. Even without the aid of your standard equipment, like your fleshlight and lubrication, every hand motion sends a surge of thrilling feeling throughout your body.
You moved closer to the screen. Your eyes carefully study every inch of Chaeryeong's physique. Saliva accumulates in your mouth. You accelerate your masturbation over your wife's sister while your grip gets tighter. Your body perspires profusely. Your lower lip was bit by your upper teeth. More. More. You wanted more.
Unfortunately, you can hear a set of footsteps approaching towards your room. Your wife, Chaeyeon, must have finished making lunch for everyone.
You don't give a damn, even if you know it was your wife's steps. Any attempt to restore your mental state is totally blocked by your sexual desires. The closer your conclusion gets, the more you continue to stroke.
“Ughhh… fuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck it!” Your silent groans escape from your mouth.
However, as Chaeryeong subtly presents herself in an even more seductive way, causing you to lose your mind over her form. She has her arms up, showing her vulnerability, her thighs are on full display, her hips are covered by a thin layer of fabric that almost reveals her womanhood, and her toned midriff is shown with a hint of her belly button.
*Knock, knock, knock*
“MMMHHHMM… HMMMMM…” You wanted to cry Chaeryeong’s name out loud but you’ll get caught if you do.
Your muscles stiffen as the sound of the steps increases. Your breathing becomes erratic with every second, and your heart is pounding. Pumping yourself more vigorously, regardless of how crazy you appear. The excitement of being caught masturbating only strengthened your resolve.
“Darling? Lunch is ready!” Chaeyeon called outside the door. Good thing you locked that one as she could have witnessed the insanity that is happening inside your room.
“I-I’M COMINGGGG!” Literally. It takes a few more strokes and the deed is finished.
"MMMMPPPHH!” Jerking off finally reached its end, you forced yourself not to make a sound. As each wave passed, strings of cum flew out of your organ and strewn on the floor.
Luckily, instead of wondering why your door was locked, your wife called her younger sibling. They are even visible on the screen as Chaeyeon tells her sister to get out of bed. In the meantime, you were panting and sweating, nude, and your semen was all over the floor of your room.
You made the decision to stay in your room longer to fix yourself and tidy up the mess you made. Additionally, you make care to switch the TV's channel to not raise any suspicion if anyone comes into the room.
You finally proceeded to eat your lunch, assuming the siblings would have eaten. Knowing that you might not be completely healed from all the obscene and sexually stimulating things you had just watched, you wanted to stay away from Chaeryeong as much as possible.
"Oppa! Finally, you're here! Let's share a meal!", Chaeryeong suddenly jumped and grabbed your arm once again. She doesn't appear to have eaten lunch either.
Your imagination flashed back to pictures of her gorgeous, toned figure. Anyone could easily go crazy when she combined her sensual scent with her silky skin that caresses your arm. Luckily, your wife Chaeyeon followed her and brought you back to reality. They were busy with their conversation as Chaeryeong began arranging her belongings in her new room. You were forced to sit with them at the table and pretend nothing had happened.
You tried your best to be normal around your sister-in-law over the next several days. You wanted to earn her trust. To ensure your plan goes your way, you frequently flirt with your wife, expressing your love towards Chaeyeon. Your goal is to make Chaeryeong envious of her unnie, weaken her defences, and perhaps cheat with her before she leaves the country.
Chaeryeong replied, "Same situation as usual, unnie."
The two siblings were chatting carelessly in the living room one day. You could still hear what they were saying even though you were sitting far away. The siblings' loud voices are a good thing as they make their topic easier to hear.
"Whoa, you're still single?" Chaeyeon, your wife, wondered.
"When you were abroad, how many boyfriends did you have?" Chaeyeon checked in.
The younger one said, "Too many to count, to be honest."
"I apologise, Lil Sis. Finding your true love is really difficult." Chaeyeon comforts her sister.
You sighed in disappointment, thinking that many guys had already owned Chaeryeong and had seen her lovely figure. As you were ready to depart and began to pay less attention to their chat, Chaeryeong began to provide additional information.
"Don't be alarmed, Unnie. I'm all right," Chaeryeong tells her sister right away. "You always knew the reason why I broke up with my ex-partners."
"They're eager to have sex with you, isn't that right?" Your spouse clarified.
"Yes! I feel pressured by almost everyone to give up my virginity to them!" Chaeryeong admitted.
The confession you just heard caused your eyes to widen. After hearing Chaeryeong's remarks, your shaft twitched with joy.
“I would voluntarily give my virginity as long as I am the one deciding when I want to have sex!” Chaeryeong cried out. “I don’t even care who I am going to give myself to. I will even consent to have sex with a stranger if I am the one offering it!"
Her words made your cock fully erect. You decided to move away from the two women before they noticed. A wide grin carved in your face as you walked away.
You are taking advantage of Chaeryeong's willingness to serve herself as long as she believes she is the one making the decision.
You matched your shower time just before Chaeryeong’s, so that you can “accidentally” show off your body upon exiting the shower room. You did this multiple times to make sure that you will be crossing Chaeryeong's mind. You are also eager to help her in any circumstances, like getting stuff that she can’t reach with her height. You swoop in quickly and intentionally rub your erect cock onto her body as you help her.
All of these actions would be nothing if she does not feel that you somewhat liked her. Of course she’s thinking that her sister would have your whole heart and loyalty. That’s why you opted to throw some sensual glances over her body when she’s looking at you. This made her shy but she smiled back, acknowledging your admiration. You also gave her compliments here and there, praising her beauty and fitness.
“If I was single and met you earlier, maybe I could have married you instead of your older sister.” You fooled around since your wife was not present to hear your words. “That beauty of yours is no joke!”
For the following days, you observed that Chaeryeong became even more clingy towards you. Every time your wife isn't around, Chaeryeong takes her time to spend time with you. She massages your back from time to time, she feeds you with her own spoon, she even asks for your opinion on how she dresses as a reason just to show her body off. You secretly enjoy it though, letting your sister-in-law give her efforts for your pleasure.
“My sister is way better than me, Oppa…” Chaeryeong shyly replies. “...but thank you for appreciating me.”
Chaeryeong replied with a hug. You took this opportunity to take a sniff of her seducing fragrance and take a feel of her tempting body.
Entering the final phase of your plan, you wanted to finally break Chaeryeong’s defenses. Chaeryeong will not easily give up if you’re the one to approach her. You knew that she needed to beg for your dick. She needs to be the one crawling for your seeds. She must think that she’s a kind of slave and offer herself to the king, and that king is no other than you.
Few more minutes and there she was, your sister-in-law. Your eyes just met as Chaeryeong’s peeks sneakily over the room’s entrance. She’s more than interested. She’s engrossed, she’s jealous, she wanted to experience the same heaven that her older sister is currently in.
Knowing this, you plummeted even harder on your wife's pussy, showing your dominance over her wet organ. You made loud groans with each push of your cock into your wife’s womanhood. It seems like your very own erotic noises draws Chaeryeong in, as she moves even closer to get a better view of the lascivious act. A few more position changes and almost half an hour had passed, you finally reached the conclusion by sending your seeds deep inside your wife’s womb. It was all witnessed by your sister-in-law, who is trying to be sneaky, unbeknownst to her that all of this was a part of your plan to lure her.
There she was, wearing a black, one piece nightgown, lying down on bed, clutching on a pillow as she seemed bothered. Maybe it’s the usual early morning haziness, you thought. Disappointed, you sat on the bed, waiting for anything, but nothing happened. Sighing in defeat, you threw your body back to the bed and your mind started contemplating if your efforts had gone to waste.
To your surprise, a series of small noises are captured by the baby cam, which you heard through the TV’s speakers.
“Mmmm…Mmmm…”
Your mouth opens wide as you witness how Chaeryeong grinds her hips on the pillow she was just hugging a moment ago. She rocks the said cushion with her hips wildly. The sounds were produced by her lips, which bit itself in pleasure.
Not long after, it seems that the pillow was not enough to help Chaeryeong with her needs. She lowered her undergarments and started playing with her clit with her slender fingers. Her pussy was fresh and pink, drenched by her own sexual fluids. She’s a juicer like her older sister, but Chaeryeong looked even wetter and more appetizing to your eyes. She must be suppressing herself these past few days, proven with her wild, inappropriate actions.
Not wanting to miss a second off the screen, your hands blindly searched for your lube and fleshlight which you thought you hid nearby. You wanted to feel a better experience than last time. Your rash actions cause you to slip backwards and make a loud thud.
Chaeryeong heard the sound, and you saw her turn her head towards your direction, despite being in the next room. She stopped what she was doing for a few seconds, before resuming her obscene deed. Her movement started to become more erratic, she’s now thrusting her hips as she keeps on fingering her core. Occasionally, she closes her eyes to take a feel of herself, savoring each sensation with each rub of her fingers.
You, on the other hand, are unable to do anything but watch. Your heart was racing, both due to the lascivious scenery on the screen and to the noise that you created earlier. You were afraid that you might have ruined your chances to enjoy Chaeryeong’s solo show.
Chaeryeong closes her eyes once more, and as she opens them, her gaze lands directly on the baby cam. This immediately caused her to pull her shorts up, and wonder for a while.
Seeing this, your hands quickly reach for the TV, turning it off, then you rush outside of the room. Unfortunately, the sound of the door knob made it very obvious that you just left. Your mind was clouded, unable to think of any reason if ever Chaeryeong asks about the baby cam and why you just left your room.
“Oppa? Are you there?” Chaeryeong shouted from inside her place.
“Y-yes, Chaeryeong, do you need anything?” You nervously replied. Devoured by guilt, you stepped closer to the female’s room, waiting for her judgment.
The fine ass woman opens the entrance for you. Her gaze was sharp, having her full attention on your presence. You nervously stepped forward, closer towards the door. Locking on to the woman’s eves, you were full of anticipation, waiting for any reaction coming from the lady standing in front of you. Without notice, she drags you in by pulling your arms.
“I want you…” she seducingly whispers. “Have me all you want…” Chaeryeong added.
That’s the signal you were waiting for. Without wasting a second, you two exchanged torrid kisses, full of hunger for carnal pleasure. Holding her face between your hands, the two of you clash using your lips, both are constantly trying to catch one another. Her lips felt so soft, so supple, so moist, so warm, full and sensual. Meanwhile, your tongue tries to invade her mouth. Chaeryeong does the same, your tongues meet licking one another.
Her kisses taste sweet. It was unlike anything you have tasted before. Maybe it was just your mind playing your senses, but Chaeryeong is definitely something else. Paired with her natural fragrance, also sweet with a pinch of spiciness, it made you crave more. Her breath felt so warm and sweet.
Simply because it felt too good to let go of, the two of you's passions exploded. Even if you thought this is insanely immoral, it still felt so right. The smell of her lingered in your nose. The excitement kicked in and your palms started to perspire as you gave her greater focus.
The sexual urge in your body was obvious, the pent up lust you accumulated overtime makes your body shiver. Chaeryeong notices this, she surrenders herself to your control. Taking your hands away from her face, she puts them on her neck, which you grasp as you lock on kissing her cheeks before nibbling her ears.
Your palms started crawling down towards her body, directly to her rounded busts. Without even looking at them, you take both of the mounds within your hands as you knead them simultaneously. Caressing those boobs in an opposite circular motion, you took a deep feel of Chaeryeong’s precious boobs. Your hands squeezed them. Your fingers then pinched them. It seemed like the two of your hands had their own consciousness, ravaging the woman’s rounded chest mercilessly.
Chaeryeong only closes her eyes, allowing you to fully use her body for your personal desires. Her body has no signs of resistance, her breathing is irregular as you continue to maliciously touch her frame.
Having enough of her face, your arms then carried her, throwing her small frame to the bed. Chaeryeong wasn’t surprised, as if she was waiting for it. She quickly lies down, offering the entirety of her body to you. Seeing this, it triggered your pent up lust even more, pouncing right in after.
Your lips sank on her collar area with many long, passionate licks before sucking her neck and giving them several love bites. You began to approach her with a little aggression. The smell of her lingered in your nose.
Without even closing the door, you made your advances toward your sister-in-law, not caring whether your wife catches you in the act. The thrill of getting caught fires up your sexual enthusiasm even more.
Without even closing the door, you made your advances toward your sister-in-law, not caring whether your wife catches you in the act. The thrill of getting caught fires up your sexual enthusiasm even more.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth was half open as her body reveled with the immoral sensation of a man touching her for the first time. Simply because it felt too good to let go of, the two of you's passions exploded.
You both knew what you were doing is insanely immoral, it still felt so right. The two of you are willing to be burdened by such sin since you both enjoy the fruits of your cheating.
Your tongue ran around her breastbone and later, you then licked the sensitive parts of her collarbone. You kept on burying your face on her naked neck and shoulder area, kissing and licking her bare skin. You wildly taste her pristine epidermis like a predator devouring a prey, relentlessly sucking her body here and there.
Not long after, your mouth went its way down to her busts. Pulling down the collar of me black top, a sneak peek of her cleavage revealed itself. The natural scent emitted by her chest instantly welcomed you, secreting an addicting smell of her damp skin due to sweat. As you burying your face into her busts, your hands followed up to the two round mounds of flesh, a.k.a. Chaeryeong’s boobs which you wanted to caress for a very long time. Now that you have the chance, you do not hesitate to knead them, savoring its roundness and softness. Your grasps onto her melons were aggressive, squeezing and massaging Chaeryeong’s busts alternately. The woman does not hold back on her sensual noises, Chaeryeong often releases her sinful whines.
“Oh gosh… Oppa… I never thought you would be interested in me…” Chaeryeong lustfully cried. “Ughh… Own me, Oppa… I’m all yours now… Eat me please…” There were no signs of guilt nor hesitation in her voice. She’s engrossed with how your mouth skillfully devours her while your palms move and press her busts.
“Oppa, I don’t know why… I really can’t point out any reason but the moment I met you, I felt you were the only one worthy to take my virginity…” Chaeryeong confessed.
Upon hearing her words, your mind blew into insanity. You found myself caving deeper into the lust. All of your restrictions, gone in an instant. You forget everything you had, even your loving wife, in exchange for savoring this sexy lady who offers herself in front of your eyes.
Your hands kept on groping her clothed bosom, as your tongue unceasingly slid throughout the woman’s neck. Eventually, your hands guided the straps of her black top, sliding them to the side of her arms. Slowly but surely, you were undressing your sister-in-law.
Finally, you pulled the soft fabric that barely conceals your sister-in-law's skin, halfway to her torso. In a flash, you witnessed the great art that is Chaeryeong’s immaculate, sensual upper body. Stunned in awe, your jaw drops in amazement.
“You’re so fucking hot, Chaeryeong…” You murmured. Those were the only words you were able to say at that moment. Chaeryeong, on the other hand, accepts the indirect compliment and suddenly, she buries your face into her chest.
Wasting no time, you sucked one of her hardened nipples and nibbled them. You then took hold of the other breast and gave it an engaging massage, delicately stroking the nipple every so often.
“Mhhhmmm… Ugh yes please~” As you sucked her nipples, Chaeryeong let out a series of unceasing groans. Her busts were average yet deserving of indulgence.
Your fingers lifted them in circles and squeezed them repeatedly. She trembled with joy, pressing her chest against your face more forcefully. Your actions made her go crazy.
You licked, sucked, and bit her tits repeatedly, overstimulating her areolas while kneading her other bosom with your other hand. You devoured and defiled the other breast to your heart's content. Few minutes went by and you alternately devoured the woman’s pair of tits, making Chaeyong’s body erratic. Wanting to push your actions further, you released yourself from the delight of your sister-in-law’s chest. Fully taking off the woman's black nightgown, and finally, your eyes landed upon her dripping, light pinkish pussy.
“That’s beautiful…” You smirked at her, appreciating her clean, fresh, damp pussy. Chaeryeong replied with a naughty smile, giving you consent to further explore her body, especially the new found treasure you were aiming for.
You position yourself between her legs, you sharpen your tongue then immediately begin licking her by resting your tongue on her folds. Poking her damp womanhood, she then lets her head drop back onto the cushion and lets out a quiet moan, her hair falling all over her head. She groans and tangles her fingers in your hair while you give her that kind of pleasure; you are aware of how insane it makes her when you lick her.
"Chaeryeong, I want you to moan my name... No one would hear but the two of us..." You seducingly instructs Chaeryeong.
“Mmmphh!!! Ugh…!!! Oppa-ughhhh!” Chaeryeong began making erotic sounds. “Keep on eating my pussy~ Oppa!”
She moans louder and louder, until she's basically screaming for you. You continue licking her crotch until her body starts twitching roughly, even if she is now moaning loudly and may be enjoying the sensation of your tongue on her a bit too much.
With her eyes closed and her attention on you and the sensation you're giving her, she lets out a sensual cry that echoed through the room.
“OPPAAAA!!! MPPPHH! I’M ALL YOURS, OPPA!” She moaned in great pleasure.
She gasps for air as her body trembles and convulses violently in time with her intense orgasm.
She keeps moaning till she's practically calling out for you. You continue to suck her pussy while gently pressing your tongue into it as you feel her climax approaching.
“Oooohhh… Mmmmpphhh… Oppaaaaa!!!” She cums in a matter of seconds after. She cums hard, just like her squirter older sister.
You hastily stripped off your clothing, exposing your entire body—including your enraged cock—to your filthy sister-in-law. Chaeryeong was impressed by the view of your body and delighted in seeing your nude physique. She then crawled slowly towards your direction, licking your torso as she touched your exposed muscles.
Chaeryeong herself has lost control and is now enjoying the taste of your perspiration and nude body. She seemed unconcerned, oblivious to the fact that she was now having an affair with her older sister's husband.
Her sexual impulse seems to have taken over after her conscience fled her entire system. Her gaze is filled with lust as she continues examining your toned, muscular figure. Her desperate eyes continued to entice you while her tongue continued to wander over your abs. You became even more aroused by her hasty behavior, particularly when she teases you by lowering her tongue just above your pelvis. Her face is so desperate that your thoughts chose to send her to heaven.
"Oppa... " Your hands took her by the hips and gradually drew her toward your body as she mewled and bit her lower lip while giggling quietly. "Please put your cock in me." You moved yourself closer to her, granting her request.
"Mppphh..." Chaeryeong breathes in deeply as you slide your penis into her moist folds.
As soon as your tip penetrated her, you could feel how tight her cunt was. "Ugghh... Chaeryeong... You're so fucking tight!"
“HAAAAAA-UGHH~~” Chaeryeong whimpers loudly as she draws her body closer, gently taking in more and more of you, her pussy walls stretched around your cock. “OOOHH MYY… OHH MYY!” She moans.
Your body is full of sensations that pulsate and vibrate. That warm, humid suckling sensation is both sweet and heavenly. Her lower abdomen pressed firmly on your loins. She wrapped her thighs around your waist and positioned her wrists beneath her buttocks, pressing hard against your toned torso. Every millimeter of her tunnel expanded in tandem with your thickness, clutching its way down your entire length. Inch by inch. The grasp became increasingly stronger. Firmer and harder as you enter all the way down, taking the entirety of your shaft into her womanhood.
"Holy F-Fuck...Oppaa~" She groans gently in between breaths. "You're so big! It hurts..." Chaeryeong desperately tried to catch her breath.
Her pussy was really tight and wet. You have never felt such lust before; the lust you experienced with your wife is incomparable. The thought of thrusting your dick into her drives you insane. Now, you're all inside her. Your shaft has never felt this hard. Your dick has never been this agitated.
Chaeryeong and the thrill of cheating behind your wife's back fill up your mind. As a proof of your commitment to this immoral deed, you called Chaeryeong's attention and removed your wedding ring off your ring finger in front of her eyes.
"I'm all yours..." Chaeryeong whispers in a seductive tone.
"So am I..." You muttered before tossing the damned ring. The ring represents your marital life with Chaeryeong's older sister. The ring that appeared to be shackles, preventing you from hitting Chaeryeong since day one. It is now gone, nowhere to be found.
She closes her eyes and bites her lips, the purest ecstasy hazing her thoughts. You keep thrusting. You were in and out of her, sinking your dick in her warm, wet twat. The small movement of her walls against your dick felt like nirvana. Sweat began to form on your bodies, your movements started to warm the bed. The friction of her wall was sending you waves after waves of pleasure. Her juicy cunt engulfs your entire rod.
"OOOOH! OPPA… OPPA, FUCK ME MORE!" She murmured frantically. It appears that the pleasure is beginning to outweigh the soreness of having her cherry popped only minutes earlier. You can see that she's getting past the painful stage of taking her virginity as you watch her breathing gradually slow down and loosen up.
With that information, you picked up the pace, thrusting deeper into her. Plowing her pussy with vigor, shoving down even more, hitting into her depth.Your sister-in-law then squirmed in minimal pain, which rapidly went away since she was so desperate for a dick. You began shifting your pelvis to push and drag your member into her as soon as you noticed how quickly she was adapting. Your shaft is lubricated by drops of the vagina's natural fluids, which makes the process more fluid and facilitates easy entry and exit. Going deep within her and hammering into her core with your manhood. Your cock became harder and stiffer inside her cunt, as if it wanted to penetrate farther.
"Fuck you, Chaeryeong! Take my cock... I"ll fuck you all day long!" You exclaimed.
"YES, OPPA, PLEASE FUCK ME ALL DAY LONG!" She moaned in approval as she took a series of forceful enters from your girth. Chaeryeong spreads her shaking, sweaty, meaty legs wide open in a missionary position, further exposing her pussy. She gradually relaxes as she adjusts to the discomfort and cadence. Then, as if you were taking your time to enjoy the sensation that her organ provides, your lance gently emerges and vanishes as it pierces her core.
You did a great job fucking her; your sister-in-law had the perfect hole. Every push of your dick inside her brings you an inexplicable sense of fulfillment.The walls of Chaeryeong's vagina tighten their hold on your cock while secreting her love juices. You kept swaying her pussy back and forth, preventing her from fully recovering from each fuck.
It was tight, like if your shaft were being choked by the walls of her pussy. As you delve further into her womanhood, her vaginal muscles tighten their hold on your member. You proceeded to move your hips to navigate in and out of her opening. Her hole grips you tightly and doesn't seem to let go, forcing you to slow down. You pull out as hard as you can and then dive back into her depths. Your hands grabbed her thick, broad, white milky thighs as a pick-up, thrusting into and out of her center.
As the session got longer, your thrusts started spiraling out of rhythm. This is expected though, impaling such a gorgeous woman out of lust, and that woman is your hot sister-in-law. The clouded thoughts derailed your tempo, you kept on fucking her core relentlessly until it slipped out of Chaeryeong’s pussy. The incident made you pause for a while, taking a breather after a rough fucking.
Diving into her lips, you shushed her cry by sending passionate kisses. Comforting her tears, caressing her cheeks with your hands, you ease away the loneliness and the pain of Chaeryeong by being by her side.
“Shhh… Don’t mind your unnie. From now on, I’m all yours…” You whisper into her ears.
Her eyes glow up upon hearing those words. She knew that you meant more than that. Saying that you now belong to Chaeryeong means you are ready to cheat with her, forever. Not just today, but for eternity. She then kisses you back, taking the lead this time. Her kisses send you laying down the bed, as she tops over your body while exchanging saliva in the process. She seemed rejuvenated by your words, as her dominating energy started surging and took control of the sensual situation.
Her mouth then engulfs the wholeness of your shaft, shoving her delicate lips into your groin. You saw Chaeryeong's head move up and down as your meat was forced deeper into her mouth by her chin pressing forcefully against the base of your shaft. Her gaze was fixed on you while your shaft slid through her palate. Her jaw's firm structure clasped on your length, taking in the entire circumference of your pulsating organ.
Words alone could not express the lovely sight of Lee Chaeryeong with a dick stuck in her throat. Her tiny, juicy lips pressed firmly against your shaft, and her delicate, seductive form begged for greater ecstasy. They steadily glided up and down while around your cock. Considering how inexperienced she was, her skill was quite impressive. She might have a unique talent in bed; everything felt natural to her. She knew how to please without needing to do so numerous times. Her mouth gently brushed against the tip. She leaned forward, her neck slowly tilting upward. She nibbled on your dick and started sucking your lance with her newfound strength.
“Oooohh… fuck, yeah… suck my goddamn dick, you cheater.” You moaned in pleasure. Chaeryeong playfully raises one of her eyebrows, as if saying that she’s not the only cheater in this room. “Heh, You got lips of a goddess, Chaeryeong! Now suck this cheater’s dick!” You jokingly added.
Well… She did not disappoint. She took great pleasure in your physique and tasted your savoury pre-cum as her lips moved gently over your solid flesh. Her pink tongue pressed into the thickest area of your reproductive organ as it lapped the side of your member.
Your shaft slammed slowly into her chin and started to bounce quickly inside her mouth. You took a hold of her long hair a few moments later and started directing her head's movements. After that, your hips ached for more, so you started pumping quickly and forcefully into her, forcing that dick deep into Chaeryeong's throat.
She gurgled enthusiastically doing this, enjoying the mistreatment of her mouth. As deeply as you could, you slid the thing in and out of her. For as long as you reasonably could, you continued pounding her mouth. This appeared to please the woman. There was absolutely no evidence of discomfort on her lovely ethereal face.
Rather, her expression was one of unwavering resolve, as she forced herself to taste as much of your body as she could. The tempo of your hip pumping hastens, sending shockwaves upon shockwaves up her young and vibrant neck. In order to push and drag yourself to greater lengths, you proceeded to pull her hair and used it as rope. Desperately, her tongue swung out to appease new found cheating partner.
“Ohhh my goodness, Chaeryeong… You got me so bad…” You kept wailing in ecstasy as she welcomes your cock as you face fucks her.
You almost cummed right there. Her face was so attractive and inviting that painting it with cum looked appealing. The same could be said for her mouth. You'd have liked to just drive your dick all the way in and have her swallow every drop of your sperm. But you had to hold back. You never know when this illicit deed may occur again, and you want more from your sister-in-law. You regained control of the steering wheel and instructed Chaeryeong to get on all fours. She immediately understood what you meant and obeyed your command. Further raising her hips in the air so you can impale her pussy from the back.
“Oppaaaa~ UGHH!” Chaeryeong exclaimed as you inserted your dick into her core once again.
"Aaughh…Ahhh... F-Fuck, You're still tight as fuck!" you groaned as you plunged back into her vagina.
"Oppa~ Fuck me harder, I beg you!!!" She shouted loudly, the thrill of being penetrated bursting through her lust haze.
She continued to squeal as you drove further. It didn't take long before your entire length reached deep into her. You breathed heavily as you filled her to the brim. You pause briefly to appreciate and register the feeling and sensation of her depths. She moaned as the full length of your cock stretched out her tight, new cunt.
Her desperate voice cried out your name, resonating off the walls of the room. Halfway through, you pulled your dick out, and her groans became louder and lower. The vista was breathtaking. Her stunning slim body and the refinement of her toned back are displayed before your hips like a piece of art. As you rammed the entire length back inside, you heard her scream and tossed her head back in bliss.
Your hips battered against her soft but round ass cheeks, resulting in a resounding spank. "Ooo~ Oppa!" Her unexpected cry was well timed. It resonated against the concrete walls. She frequently looks back to see how you are enjoying her pussy. Her facial expression alone, the sight of ecstasy on her gorgeous face, and the tremendous scream of desire her lungs spewed with each movement - all these stuff makes this cheating more than worth it, you thought.
You went insane from that point on. Nothing else mattered. You let your corrupted sister-in-law have a moan and scream at the top of her lungs, exceeding her wildest expectations. Her pussy also joins in, clinging closely to your dick. Her hot insides were sucking you dry as you continued to fuck her mercilessly.
"OOOOHHH~~ OPPAAAAA!!!" She kept on screaming.
"Ughh~~ Chaeryeonggg!" You were unable to hold yourself back, moaning her name out loud.
You two didn't care anymore. You didn't mind whether your sensuous grunts woke up your baby or if the neighbors heard your flirtatious pleas. You were constantly entering and exiting Chaeryeong's womanhood on your own. Nothing was going to stop you from finishing inside Chaeryeong, including the potential of your wife catching the two of you in the act.
The thrill of being caught only fueled your madness, driven solely by carnal instincts.
Your big shaft pounded violently against her sensitive inner flesh while her cunt convulsed and contracted. Every pump into her shot shockwaves through your entire body. Your hips crashed harder into her convulsing body, causing her chest to jump in time with your thrusts. Your balls slammed hard on her pussy, causing vibrations against both of your bodies.
You didn't care about the wet track that covered the union between your bodies. The two of you had gone too far. You were both swiftly approaching your climaxes, escalating with each passing moment.
It was not going to take long now. Your body was tense, and your cock was asking you to unleash its load. Chaeryeong cursed out hysterically, undoubtedly reaching her sensual peak as well. Trying to get in as many thrusts as you could before cumming, you sped up the pace even further. Her young and hot womb tightened around your big shaft, desperate to milk everything out.
"I'm almost there...I'm c-cumming. I am cumming inside of your Chaeryeong!" You grunted.
"YES, PLEASE! Impregnate me, Oppa. Put everything within me, PLEASE!" The sinful sister-in-law begged.
Every neuron in your body constricted, grew extremely sensitive, and went into overload.Your head exploded, sending ecstatic jolts across your body. Your cock pumped as hot semen streamed into her expectant womb. Rope after rope flew out of her uterus, splattering inside her reproductive organ. Chaeryeong's orgasm crested at the same time she then spilled her love juices, dripping from her core.
"Hell, yeah…that was hot!" you mumbled as the last spurts of cum came out from your shaft.
At that moment, your phone rang, it was a call from your wife Chaeyeon. Chaeryeong just stared at you, observing your next action. Without hesitation, you ignored the phone and instead, jumped back to bed and had a make-out session. Chaeyeon then left a voice message, saying she’ll be late to come home as they were stuck in a traffic jam. The statement made the two of you smile, you both ran naked to the shower room to continue relishing each other’s bodies.
You two have a forbidden romantic connection that keeps you together in a relationship that shouldn't exist.
The cool wind blowing out of many air conditioners within the airports freezes your body as you and your wife patiently wait for someone to be picked up. Despite hating waking up early, as a good husband you are, you accompany your wife, fetching one of her relatives that she hasn’t seen for many years.
Two years of married life – yet you barely knew any of your wife’s relatives. She often talks about them but you never even had a chance to meet them. The ones you’ve seen so far are her parents – which you met on a video call after the wedding ceremony. What a busy family, you thought. They did not even go to your and your wife’s wedding. This seems normal for your wife though; you never heard her complain about her loved ones missing out on special occasions. It also benefits you, having no arguments with your in-laws.
“I miss Chaeryeong… Finally, she came back to Korea after some time!” Your wife Chaeyeon murmured out of anticipation.
That is the only time you knew that the one you’re waiting for was your wife’s younger sister, who worked around the world for several years. Chaeyeon frequently shares some stories about her so you know a thing or two about her, but this is the first time you’ll be seeing your sister-in-law.
“UNNIE!!!” A voice came out of the departing passengers. After a long-awaited meetup, your wife rushes towards a passenger from afar. You barely paid any attention to them as you did not want to interfere with their moments of joy. You did not even consider looking towards your sister-in-law, at first.
But goddamn.
Her body is so freaking hot. Those were the words that came into your mind upon slightly taking a gaze towards your wife’s sister. You even gave a second look just to confirm what you’ve seen. While your wife Chaeyeon was busy checking up on her younger sibling, your eyes quickly met and gave your heart a skip.
You never expected that your sister-in-law would be this sexy. An hourglass figure, slim yet sexy curves mold her figure. Her milky white skin makes her shine among the group of people gathering at the passengers’ lounge. Her small face, naughty smiles, and sharp gazes sends a seductive look towards your location. It might only be your imagination but you thought she was also giving barely any attention towards her older sister but instead, locks her attention towards you.
“I should stop overthinking things…” You said to yourself. You brushed off the idea as soon as your wife’s voice became louder and louder as the two approached your bench. But deep inside, you admit that it’s been years when you felt the same, only with Lee Chaeyeon.
“… and here’s my handsome and bright husband that we often talk about…” Chaeyeon introduces you to her sister.
“I’m Chaeryeong, your wife’s sister…” The alluring woman spoke.
It took you a second before you could respond. “Oh… nice meeting you!” You gave an assuring smile back towards your sister-in-law.
The two talked and shared stories the whole journey to your home. For more than two years, Chaeryeong worked in several different countries around the world, thus allowing herself to spoil all of her needs and wants. No wonder she can supply herself with all the beauty products and body toning stuff that she loves. Her gorgeous figure proves them true.
Well, your wife was also that gorgeous during her peak. Probably more beautiful to be honest. That’s the very reason why in two years of dating, you made sure to marry her so that no man on earth can have her instead.
When it comes to bed, performance-wise, your wife does even a better job. She’s a fantastic partner in life and in lust. Maybe that’s the reason you did not catch any interest towards other females at that time. Why would you look for someone else when your wife already more than satisfies your needs, right?
But that was during her peak. After two years and having one baby, things do change. There are more responsibilities today plus having a child does give a lot of stress, which makes your wife look aged a bit. Your wife’s focus is also now divided into several interests, thus some things changed over time and were not comparable to what your relationship looks like during your early days.
One of the things that did not change is her being passionate and active in bed. You cannot deny how good Chaeyeon is during your sexy nights. She still does satisfy your carnal needs.
But then, you felt that you needed something new. This time, what you have now is not a carnal need. It is now a carnal “want”.
“Finally! Nice meeting you too, Oppa!” Chaeryeong bloomingly greets you once again. Her greeting was now accompanied by a beautiful smile, showcasing her well-defined, thin lips. She then handed her hand for you to shake them. Her grip was gentle, her hand was small and soft. Its alluring feel when touched felt addicting which made you hold her hand longer than expected.
“We’re glad you're back! It's quite a long time, Little Sis. Why the hell did you not have any vacation back here in South Korea?” Your wife asked.
“Uhmm… Honey?” Chaeyeon pokes your side, bringing you back to senses.
Chaeryeong then giggles as you lose the grip on her hand.
Her cream-coloured off-the-shoulder blouse showcases her stunning neck and upper chest area. Her radiant shine draws your gaze to her bare skin. Despite being nearly nude-colored, her fair, white skin complements her gorgeous clothing.
“You know me, unnie. I always followed you during our teenage years. Wherever you go, I follow. Whatever you liked, I liked as well…” Chaeryeong answered. “That’s why I decided to carve a path for myself. I don’t want to be a hindrance to your dreams, and I also wanted to see what I can do all on my own.”
“Aww… Your Lil Sis is so sweet.” You teased your wife. “I always wondered why despite being close, you two decided to go separate ways…”
“Like I said, I don’t want to get in the way of my unnie. We liked the same stuff a lot, sometimes it turns into a sibling competition, and despite my unnie winning over me majority of the time, she then lets me win so I won’t feel bad.” Chaeryeong answered. “But look at you now, unnie. Without me tagging along every single time, you had a successful life! You even had this hot, handsome guy to be your husband!” Chaeryeong proceeds to cling onto one of your arms as she compliments you, while teasing her older sister as well.
The younger woman’s scent then reaches your nostrils as Chaeryeong continues to clung onto your arms. Her grasp was soft, her skin was velvety as you observe them in close-up. Her soft touches along your veiny arm sends you waves of delight, but you remain calm and act like everything is normal.
She smelled unlike anything you have sensed before. It felt like a warm embrace - her scent was slightly sweet but spicy as well. It was utterly enticing, something you would want to sniff for an unspeakable amount of time.
Her waist is appealing; putting it over your arm is possible due to its slimness. Complemented with tight jeans that highlight her hips and thick thighs. Her figure-hugging jeans emphasize the little separation between her legs.
Her delicate touch contrasts with her artificial nails, which scraped your arm slightly as Charyeong clung. The combination of her softness and sexiness is what distinguishes her from other ladies.
Despite the quick initial interaction, you were able to assess her from head-to-toe. A minute had passed before the young woman finally released your arm. It took about an hour for the two sisters to catch up on the latest developments in their life.
*Grrrrrr*
It was your stomach that told the girls how long they had been talking. It was almost lunchtime, and it’s still a long way home.
You had a habit of turning on the television as soon as you walked into your room, perhaps to watch sports or check the news. Unexpectedly, the baby's room appears as soon as the screen turns on. Your eyes enlarge, and you rapidly manoeuvre your body to lock the knob and close the door. Your jaw drops at the unexpected display that popped up on the screen.
When the sisters arrived at the house, they immediately ran to your baby and took it from the nanny. The girls lavished the child with kisses and embraces, and you enjoyed watching them get along so well.
You simply can't take your eyes off of Chaeryeong. It's like seeing your wife on her most attractive day, or more accurately, a different side of the person you married. She exudes an aura that draws your attention and makes it impossible for you to look away from her. After a few more seconds of gazing before Chaeryeong notices your stares, you reply with an uncomfortable smile before turning to leave. Chaeryeong also excused herself so she can freshen up as well.
As everyone began getting ready for lunch, you made the decision to spend some time relaxing in your room. Some of the items from the baby's room were moved to yours as a reminder that Chaeryeong would be utilising the baby's room while she is in South Korea. Chaeyeon, your wife, urged that her sister stay with your family even though she had originally intended to stay at hotels nearby.
The elegant, polite Chaeryeong you met before has already changed into a new outfit. You were not yet out of luck, but you simply lost the chance to witness her naked. She changed into a blue fitted blouse with narrow straps and what appeared to be matching hip-fitting exercise attire. While you swoon over her new appearance, Chaeryeong simply lies on the bed and takes a few pictures while comforting herself in her temporary room.
You couldn't resist reaching for your shaft when such a sensuous scene presented itself, your veiny monstrosity growing at the sight of Chaeryeong's seductive figure.
You smirked as you took in the scenery on the screen, realizing that Chaeryeong has no idea that she is currently being watched. Her attractive figure captured your attention, and her semi-revealing attire revealed a bit more skin. Her slim body appears stunningly over the white bed, resembling a work of art in the middle of a blank canvas. The enticing appeal of her bust makes your dick twitch. They are ideally spherical and small enough to fit in a man's hands. Your erotic cravings are stoked by her milky white complexion, which entices you to examine every inch of her incredibly attractive physique.
"She's so gorgeous! Fuck it!" At last, you admit that you have inappropriately spied on her and you have no regrets.
You grasped your organ, then slowly racked yourself by moving your hand up and down. Your attention was focused on the hypnotizing shape and flawless, taintless skin of the naive woman's body.
As libido begins to cloud your head, your senses gradually begin to blur. You want to pounce on Chaeryeong more than ever, like a werewolf turning under the full moon. Your stroking frequency is likewise fuelled by it, rising up speed with every second. Even without the aid of your standard equipment, like your fleshlight and lubrication, every hand motion sends a surge of thrilling feeling throughout your body.
You moved closer to the screen. Your eyes carefully study every inch of Chaeryeong's physique. Saliva accumulates in your mouth. You accelerate your masturbation over your wife's sister while your grip gets tighter. Your body perspires profusely. Your lower lip was bit by your upper teeth. More. More. You wanted more.
Unfortunately, you can hear a set of footsteps approaching towards your room. Your wife, Chaeyeon, must have finished making lunch for everyone.
You don't give a damn, even if you know it was your wife's steps. Any attempt to restore your mental state is totally blocked by your sexual desires. The closer your conclusion gets, the more you continue to stroke.
“Ughhh… fuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck it!” Your silent groans escape from your mouth.
However, as Chaeryeong subtly presents herself in an even more seductive way, causing you to lose your mind over her form. She has her arms up, showing her vulnerability, her thighs are on full display, her hips are covered by a thin layer of fabric that almost reveals her womanhood, and her toned midriff is shown with a hint of her belly button.
*Knock, knock, knock*
“MMMHHHMM… HMMMMM…” You wanted to cry Chaeryeong’s name out loud but you’ll get caught if you do.
Your muscles stiffen as the sound of the steps increases. Your breathing becomes erratic with every second, and your heart is pounding. Pumping yourself more vigorously, regardless of how crazy you appear. The excitement of being caught masturbating only strengthened your resolve.
“Darling? Lunch is ready!” Chaeyeon called outside the door. Good thing you locked that one as she could have witnessed the insanity that is happening inside your room.
“I-I’M COMINGGGG!” Literally. It takes a few more strokes and the deed is finished.
"MMMMPPPHH!” Jerking off finally reached its end, you forced yourself not to make a sound. As each wave passed, strings of cum flew out of your organ and strewn on the floor.
Luckily, instead of wondering why your door was locked, your wife called her younger sibling. They are even visible on the screen as Chaeyeon tells her sister to get out of bed. In the meantime, you were panting and sweating, nude, and your semen was all over the floor of your room.
You made the decision to stay in your room longer to fix yourself and tidy up the mess you made. Additionally, you make care to switch the TV's channel to not raise any suspicion if anyone comes into the room.
You finally proceeded to eat your lunch, assuming the siblings would have eaten. Knowing that you might not be completely healed from all the obscene and sexually stimulating things you had just watched, you wanted to stay away from Chaeryeong as much as possible.
"Oppa! Finally, you're here! Let's share a meal!", Chaeryeong suddenly jumped and grabbed your arm once again. She doesn't appear to have eaten lunch either.
Your imagination flashed back to pictures of her gorgeous, toned figure. Anyone could easily go crazy when she combined her sensual scent with her silky skin that caresses your arm. Luckily, your wife Chaeyeon followed her and brought you back to reality. They were busy with their conversation as Chaeryeong began arranging her belongings in her new room. You were forced to sit with them at the table and pretend nothing had happened.
You tried your best to be normal around your sister-in-law over the next several days. You wanted to earn her trust. To ensure your plan goes your way, you frequently flirt with your wife, expressing your love towards Chaeyeon. Your goal is to make Chaeryeong envious of her unnie, weaken her defences, and perhaps cheat with her before she leaves the country.
Chaeryeong replied, "Same situation as usual, unnie."
The two siblings were chatting carelessly in the living room one day. You could still hear what they were saying even though you were sitting far away. The siblings' loud voices are a good thing as they make their topic easier to hear.
"Whoa, you're still single?" Chaeyeon, your wife, wondered.
"When you were abroad, how many boyfriends did you have?" Chaeyeon checked in.
The younger one said, "Too many to count, to be honest."
"I apologise, Lil Sis. Finding your true love is really difficult." Chaeyeon comforts her sister.
You sighed in disappointment, thinking that many guys had already owned Chaeryeong and had seen her lovely figure. As you were ready to depart and began to pay less attention to their chat, Chaeryeong began to provide additional information.
"Don't be alarmed, Unnie. I'm all right," Chaeryeong tells her sister right away. "You always knew the reason why I broke up with my ex-partners."
"They're eager to have sex with you, isn't that right?" Your spouse clarified.
"Yes! I feel pressured by almost everyone to give up my virginity to them!" Chaeryeong admitted.
The confession you just heard caused your eyes to widen. After hearing Chaeryeong's remarks, your shaft twitched with joy.
“I would voluntarily give my virginity as long as I am the one deciding when I want to have sex!” Chaeryeong cried out. “I don’t even care who I am going to give myself to. I will even consent to have sex with a stranger if I am the one offering it!"
Her words made your cock fully erect. You decided to move away from the two women before they noticed. A wide grin carved in your face as you walked away.
You are taking advantage of Chaeryeong's willingness to serve herself as long as she believes she is the one making the decision.
You matched your shower time just before Chaeryeong’s, so that you can “accidentally” show off your body upon exiting the shower room. You did this multiple times to make sure that you will be crossing Chaeryeong's mind. You are also eager to help her in any circumstances, like getting stuff that she can’t reach with her height. You swoop in quickly and intentionally rub your erect cock onto her body as you help her.
All of these actions would be nothing if she does not feel that you somewhat liked her. Of course she’s thinking that her sister would have your whole heart and loyalty. That’s why you opted to throw some sensual glances over her body when she’s looking at you. This made her shy but she smiled back, acknowledging your admiration. You also gave her compliments here and there, praising her beauty and fitness.
“If I was single and met you earlier, maybe I could have married you instead of your older sister.” You fooled around since your wife was not present to hear your words. “That beauty of yours is no joke!”
For the following days, you observed that Chaeryeong became even more clingy towards you. Every time your wife isn't around, Chaeryeong takes her time to spend time with you. She massages your back from time to time, she feeds you with her own spoon, she even asks for your opinion on how she dresses as a reason just to show her body off. You secretly enjoy it though, letting your sister-in-law give her efforts for your pleasure.
“My sister is way better than me, Oppa…” Chaeryeong shyly replies. “...but thank you for appreciating me.”
Chaeryeong replied with a hug. You took this opportunity to take a sniff of her seducing fragrance and take a feel of her tempting body.
Entering the final phase of your plan, you wanted to finally break Chaeryeong’s defenses. Chaeryeong will not easily give up if you’re the one to approach her. You knew that she needed to beg for your dick. She needs to be the one crawling for your seeds. She must think that she’s a kind of slave and offer herself to the king, and that king is no other than you.
Few more minutes and there she was, your sister-in-law. Your eyes just met as Chaeryeong’s peeks sneakily over the room’s entrance. She’s more than interested. She’s engrossed, she’s jealous, she wanted to experience the same heaven that her older sister is currently in.
Knowing this, you plummeted even harder on your wife's pussy, showing your dominance over her wet organ. You made loud groans with each push of your cock into your wife’s womanhood. It seems like your very own erotic noises draws Chaeryeong in, as she moves even closer to get a better view of the lascivious act. A few more position changes and almost half an hour had passed, you finally reached the conclusion by sending your seeds deep inside your wife’s womb. It was all witnessed by your sister-in-law, who is trying to be sneaky, unbeknownst to her that all of this was a part of your plan to lure her.
There she was, wearing a black, one piece nightgown, lying down on bed, clutching on a pillow as she seemed bothered. Maybe it’s the usual early morning haziness, you thought. Disappointed, you sat on the bed, waiting for anything, but nothing happened. Sighing in defeat, you threw your body back to the bed and your mind started contemplating if your efforts had gone to waste.
To your surprise, a series of small noises are captured by the baby cam, which you heard through the TV’s speakers.
“Mmmm…Mmmm…”
Your mouth opens wide as you witness how Chaeryeong grinds her hips on the pillow she was just hugging a moment ago. She rocks the said cushion with her hips wildly. The sounds were produced by her lips, which bit itself in pleasure.
Not long after, it seems that the pillow was not enough to help Chaeryeong with her needs. She lowered her undergarments and started playing with her clit with her slender fingers. Her pussy was fresh and pink, drenched by her own sexual fluids. She’s a juicer like her older sister, but Chaeryeong looked even wetter and more appetizing to your eyes. She must be suppressing herself these past few days, proven with her wild, inappropriate actions.
Not wanting to miss a second off the screen, your hands blindly searched for your lube and fleshlight which you thought you hid nearby. You wanted to feel a better experience than last time. Your rash actions cause you to slip backwards and make a loud thud.
Chaeryeong heard the sound, and you saw her turn her head towards your direction, despite being in the next room. She stopped what she was doing for a few seconds, before resuming her obscene deed. Her movement started to become more erratic, she’s now thrusting her hips as she keeps on fingering her core. Occasionally, she closes her eyes to take a feel of herself, savoring each sensation with each rub of her fingers.
You, on the other hand, are unable to do anything but watch. Your heart was racing, both due to the lascivious scenery on the screen and to the noise that you created earlier. You were afraid that you might have ruined your chances to enjoy Chaeryeong’s solo show.
Chaeryeong closes her eyes once more, and as she opens them, her gaze lands directly on the baby cam. This immediately caused her to pull her shorts up, and wonder for a while.
Seeing this, your hands quickly reach for the TV, turning it off, then you rush outside of the room. Unfortunately, the sound of the door knob made it very obvious that you just left. Your mind was clouded, unable to think of any reason if ever Chaeryeong asks about the baby cam and why you just left your room.
“Oppa? Are you there?” Chaeryeong shouted from inside her place.
“Y-yes, Chaeryeong, do you need anything?” You nervously replied. Devoured by guilt, you stepped closer to the female’s room, waiting for her judgment.
The fine ass woman opens the entrance for you. Her gaze was sharp, having her full attention on your presence. You nervously stepped forward, closer towards the door. Locking on to the woman’s eves, you were full of anticipation, waiting for any reaction coming from the lady standing in front of you. Without notice, she drags you in by pulling your arms.
“I want you…” she seducingly whispers. “Have me all you want…” Chaeryeong added.
That’s the signal you were waiting for. Without wasting a second, you two exchanged torrid kisses, full of hunger for carnal pleasure. Holding her face between your hands, the two of you clash using your lips, both are constantly trying to catch one another. Her lips felt so soft, so supple, so moist, so warm, full and sensual. Meanwhile, your tongue tries to invade her mouth. Chaeryeong does the same, your tongues meet licking one another.
Her kisses taste sweet. It was unlike anything you have tasted before. Maybe it was just your mind playing your senses, but Chaeryeong is definitely something else. Paired with her natural fragrance, also sweet with a pinch of spiciness, it made you crave more. Her breath felt so warm and sweet.
Simply because it felt too good to let go of, the two of you's passions exploded. Even if you thought this is insanely immoral, it still felt so right. The smell of her lingered in your nose. The excitement kicked in and your palms started to perspire as you gave her greater focus.
The sexual urge in your body was obvious, the pent up lust you accumulated overtime makes your body shiver. Chaeryeong notices this, she surrenders herself to your control. Taking your hands away from her face, she puts them on her neck, which you grasp as you lock on kissing her cheeks before nibbling her ears.
Your palms started crawling down towards her body, directly to her rounded busts. Without even looking at them, you take both of the mounds within your hands as you knead them simultaneously. Caressing those boobs in an opposite circular motion, you took a deep feel of Chaeryeong’s precious boobs. Your hands squeezed them. Your fingers then pinched them. It seemed like the two of your hands had their own consciousness, ravaging the woman’s rounded chest mercilessly.
Chaeryeong only closes her eyes, allowing you to fully use her body for your personal desires. Her body has no signs of resistance, her breathing is irregular as you continue to maliciously touch her frame.
Having enough of her face, your arms then carried her, throwing her small frame to the bed. Chaeryeong wasn’t surprised, as if she was waiting for it. She quickly lies down, offering the entirety of her body to you. Seeing this, it triggered your pent up lust even more, pouncing right in after.
Your lips sank on her collar area with many long, passionate licks before sucking her neck and giving them several love bites. You began to approach her with a little aggression. The smell of her lingered in your nose.
Without even closing the door, you made your advances toward your sister-in-law, not caring whether your wife catches you in the act. The thrill of getting caught fires up your sexual enthusiasm even more.
Without even closing the door, you made your advances toward your sister-in-law, not caring whether your wife catches you in the act. The thrill of getting caught fires up your sexual enthusiasm even more.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth was half open as her body reveled with the immoral sensation of a man touching her for the first time. Simply because it felt too good to let go of, the two of you's passions exploded.
You both knew what you were doing is insanely immoral, it still felt so right. The two of you are willing to be burdened by such sin since you both enjoy the fruits of your cheating.
Your tongue ran around her breastbone and later, you then licked the sensitive parts of her collarbone. You kept on burying your face on her naked neck and shoulder area, kissing and licking her bare skin. You wildly taste her pristine epidermis like a predator devouring a prey, relentlessly sucking her body here and there.
Not long after, your mouth went its way down to her busts. Pulling down the collar of me black top, a sneak peek of her cleavage revealed itself. The natural scent emitted by her chest instantly welcomed you, secreting an addicting smell of her damp skin due to sweat. As you burying your face into her busts, your hands followed up to the two round mounds of flesh, a.k.a. Chaeryeong’s boobs which you wanted to caress for a very long time. Now that you have the chance, you do not hesitate to knead them, savoring its roundness and softness. Your grasps onto her melons were aggressive, squeezing and massaging Chaeryeong’s busts alternately. The woman does not hold back on her sensual noises, Chaeryeong often releases her sinful whines.
“Oh gosh… Oppa… I never thought you would be interested in me…” Chaeryeong lustfully cried. “Ughh… Own me, Oppa… I’m all yours now… Eat me please…” There were no signs of guilt nor hesitation in her voice. She’s engrossed with how your mouth skillfully devours her while your palms move and press her busts.
“Oppa, I don’t know why… I really can’t point out any reason but the moment I met you, I felt you were the only one worthy to take my virginity…” Chaeryeong confessed.
Upon hearing her words, your mind blew into insanity. You found myself caving deeper into the lust. All of your restrictions, gone in an instant. You forget everything you had, even your loving wife, in exchange for savoring this sexy lady who offers herself in front of your eyes.
Your hands kept on groping her clothed bosom, as your tongue unceasingly slid throughout the woman’s neck. Eventually, your hands guided the straps of her black top, sliding them to the side of her arms. Slowly but surely, you were undressing your sister-in-law.
Finally, you pulled the soft fabric that barely conceals your sister-in-law's skin, halfway to her torso. In a flash, you witnessed the great art that is Chaeryeong’s immaculate, sensual upper body. Stunned in awe, your jaw drops in amazement.
“You’re so fucking hot, Chaeryeong…” You murmured. Those were the only words you were able to say at that moment. Chaeryeong, on the other hand, accepts the indirect compliment and suddenly, she buries your face into her chest.
Wasting no time, you sucked one of her hardened nipples and nibbled them. You then took hold of the other breast and gave it an engaging massage, delicately stroking the nipple every so often.
“Mhhhmmm… Ugh yes please~” As you sucked her nipples, Chaeryeong let out a series of unceasing groans. Her busts were average yet deserving of indulgence.
Your fingers lifted them in circles and squeezed them repeatedly. She trembled with joy, pressing her chest against your face more forcefully. Your actions made her go crazy.
You licked, sucked, and bit her tits repeatedly, overstimulating her areolas while kneading her other bosom with your other hand. You devoured and defiled the other breast to your heart's content. Few minutes went by and you alternately devoured the woman’s pair of tits, making Chaeyong’s body erratic. Wanting to push your actions further, you released yourself from the delight of your sister-in-law’s chest. Fully taking off the woman's black nightgown, and finally, your eyes landed upon her dripping, light pinkish pussy.
“That’s beautiful…” You smirked at her, appreciating her clean, fresh, damp pussy. Chaeryeong replied with a naughty smile, giving you consent to further explore her body, especially the new found treasure you were aiming for.
You position yourself between her legs, you sharpen your tongue then immediately begin licking her by resting your tongue on her folds. Poking her damp womanhood, she then lets her head drop back onto the cushion and lets out a quiet moan, her hair falling all over her head. She groans and tangles her fingers in your hair while you give her that kind of pleasure; you are aware of how insane it makes her when you lick her.
"Chaeryeong, I want you to moan my name... No one would hear but the two of us..." You seducingly instructs Chaeryeong.
“Mmmphh!!! Ugh…!!! Oppa-ughhhh!” Chaeryeong began making erotic sounds. “Keep on eating my pussy~ Oppa!”
She moans louder and louder, until she's basically screaming for you. You continue licking her crotch until her body starts twitching roughly, even if she is now moaning loudly and may be enjoying the sensation of your tongue on her a bit too much.
With her eyes closed and her attention on you and the sensation you're giving her, she lets out a sensual cry that echoed through the room.
“OPPAAAA!!! MPPPHH! I’M ALL YOURS, OPPA!” She moaned in great pleasure.
She gasps for air as her body trembles and convulses violently in time with her intense orgasm.
She keeps moaning till she's practically calling out for you. You continue to suck her pussy while gently pressing your tongue into it as you feel her climax approaching.
“Oooohhh… Mmmmpphhh… Oppaaaaa!!!” She cums in a matter of seconds after. She cums hard, just like her squirter older sister.
You hastily stripped off your clothing, exposing your entire body—including your enraged cock—to your filthy sister-in-law. Chaeryeong was impressed by the view of your body and delighted in seeing your nude physique. She then crawled slowly towards your direction, licking your torso as she touched your exposed muscles.
Chaeryeong herself has lost control and is now enjoying the taste of your perspiration and nude body. She seemed unconcerned, oblivious to the fact that she was now having an affair with her older sister's husband.
Her sexual impulse seems to have taken over after her conscience fled her entire system. Her gaze is filled with lust as she continues examining your toned, muscular figure. Her desperate eyes continued to entice you while her tongue continued to wander over your abs. You became even more aroused by her hasty behavior, particularly when she teases you by lowering her tongue just above your pelvis. Her face is so desperate that your thoughts chose to send her to heaven.
"Oppa... " Your hands took her by the hips and gradually drew her toward your body as she mewled and bit her lower lip while giggling quietly. "Please put your cock in me." You moved yourself closer to her, granting her request.
"Mppphh..." Chaeryeong breathes in deeply as you slide your penis into her moist folds.
As soon as your tip penetrated her, you could feel how tight her cunt was. "Ugghh... Chaeryeong... You're so fucking tight!"
“HAAAAAA-UGHH~~” Chaeryeong whimpers loudly as she draws her body closer, gently taking in more and more of you, her pussy walls stretched around your cock. “OOOHH MYY… OHH MYY!” She moans.
Your body is full of sensations that pulsate and vibrate. That warm, humid suckling sensation is both sweet and heavenly. Her lower abdomen pressed firmly on your loins. She wrapped her thighs around your waist and positioned her wrists beneath her buttocks, pressing hard against your toned torso. Every millimeter of her tunnel expanded in tandem with your thickness, clutching its way down your entire length. Inch by inch. The grasp became increasingly stronger. Firmer and harder as you enter all the way down, taking the entirety of your shaft into her womanhood.
"Holy F-Fuck...Oppaa~" She groans gently in between breaths. "You're so big! It hurts..." Chaeryeong desperately tried to catch her breath.
Her pussy was really tight and wet. You have never felt such lust before; the lust you experienced with your wife is incomparable. The thought of thrusting your dick into her drives you insane. Now, you're all inside her. Your shaft has never felt this hard. Your dick has never been this agitated.
Chaeryeong and the thrill of cheating behind your wife's back fill up your mind. As a proof of your commitment to this immoral deed, you called Chaeryeong's attention and removed your wedding ring off your ring finger in front of her eyes.
"I'm all yours..." Chaeryeong whispers in a seductive tone.
"So am I..." You muttered before tossing the damned ring. The ring represents your marital life with Chaeryeong's older sister. The ring that appeared to be shackles, preventing you from hitting Chaeryeong since day one. It is now gone, nowhere to be found.
She closes her eyes and bites her lips, the purest ecstasy hazing her thoughts. You keep thrusting. You were in and out of her, sinking your dick in her warm, wet twat. The small movement of her walls against your dick felt like nirvana. Sweat began to form on your bodies, your movements started to warm the bed. The friction of her wall was sending you waves after waves of pleasure. Her juicy cunt engulfs your entire rod.
"OOOOH! OPPA… OPPA, FUCK ME MORE!" She murmured frantically. It appears that the pleasure is beginning to outweigh the soreness of having her cherry popped only minutes earlier. You can see that she's getting past the painful stage of taking her virginity as you watch her breathing gradually slow down and loosen up.
With that information, you picked up the pace, thrusting deeper into her. Plowing her pussy with vigor, shoving down even more, hitting into her depth.Your sister-in-law then squirmed in minimal pain, which rapidly went away since she was so desperate for a dick. You began shifting your pelvis to push and drag your member into her as soon as you noticed how quickly she was adapting. Your shaft is lubricated by drops of the vagina's natural fluids, which makes the process more fluid and facilitates easy entry and exit. Going deep within her and hammering into her core with your manhood. Your cock became harder and stiffer inside her cunt, as if it wanted to penetrate farther.
"Fuck you, Chaeryeong! Take my cock... I"ll fuck you all day long!" You exclaimed.
"YES, OPPA, PLEASE FUCK ME ALL DAY LONG!" She moaned in approval as she took a series of forceful enters from your girth. Chaeryeong spreads her shaking, sweaty, meaty legs wide open in a missionary position, further exposing her pussy. She gradually relaxes as she adjusts to the discomfort and cadence. Then, as if you were taking your time to enjoy the sensation that her organ provides, your lance gently emerges and vanishes as it pierces her core.
You did a great job fucking her; your sister-in-law had the perfect hole. Every push of your dick inside her brings you an inexplicable sense of fulfillment.The walls of Chaeryeong's vagina tighten their hold on your cock while secreting her love juices. You kept swaying her pussy back and forth, preventing her from fully recovering from each fuck.
It was tight, like if your shaft were being choked by the walls of her pussy. As you delve further into her womanhood, her vaginal muscles tighten their hold on your member. You proceeded to move your hips to navigate in and out of her opening. Her hole grips you tightly and doesn't seem to let go, forcing you to slow down. You pull out as hard as you can and then dive back into her depths. Your hands grabbed her thick, broad, white milky thighs as a pick-up, thrusting into and out of her center.
As the session got longer, your thrusts started spiraling out of rhythm. This is expected though, impaling such a gorgeous woman out of lust, and that woman is your hot sister-in-law. The clouded thoughts derailed your tempo, you kept on fucking her core relentlessly until it slipped out of Chaeryeong’s pussy. The incident made you pause for a while, taking a breather after a rough fucking.
Diving into her lips, you shushed her cry by sending passionate kisses. Comforting her tears, caressing her cheeks with your hands, you ease away the loneliness and the pain of Chaeryeong by being by her side.
“Shhh… Don’t mind your unnie. From now on, I’m all yours…” You whisper into her ears.
Her eyes glow up upon hearing those words. She knew that you meant more than that. Saying that you now belong to Chaeryeong means you are ready to cheat with her, forever. Not just today, but for eternity. She then kisses you back, taking the lead this time. Her kisses send you laying down the bed, as she tops over your body while exchanging saliva in the process. She seemed rejuvenated by your words, as her dominating energy started surging and took control of the sensual situation.
Her mouth then engulfs the wholeness of your shaft, shoving her delicate lips into your groin. You saw Chaeryeong's head move up and down as your meat was forced deeper into her mouth by her chin pressing forcefully against the base of your shaft. Her gaze was fixed on you while your shaft slid through her palate. Her jaw's firm structure clasped on your length, taking in the entire circumference of your pulsating organ.
Words alone could not express the lovely sight of Lee Chaeryeong with a dick stuck in her throat. Her tiny, juicy lips pressed firmly against your shaft, and her delicate, seductive form begged for greater ecstasy. They steadily glided up and down while around your cock. Considering how inexperienced she was, her skill was quite impressive. She might have a unique talent in bed; everything felt natural to her. She knew how to please without needing to do so numerous times. Her mouth gently brushed against the tip. She leaned forward, her neck slowly tilting upward. She nibbled on your dick and started sucking your lance with her newfound strength.
“Oooohh… fuck, yeah… suck my goddamn dick, you cheater.” You moaned in pleasure. Chaeryeong playfully raises one of her eyebrows, as if saying that she’s not the only cheater in this room. “Heh, You got lips of a goddess, Chaeryeong! Now suck this cheater’s dick!” You jokingly added.
Well… She did not disappoint. She took great pleasure in your physique and tasted your savoury pre-cum as her lips moved gently over your solid flesh. Her pink tongue pressed into the thickest area of your reproductive organ as it lapped the side of your member.
Your shaft slammed slowly into her chin and started to bounce quickly inside her mouth. You took a hold of her long hair a few moments later and started directing her head's movements. After that, your hips ached for more, so you started pumping quickly and forcefully into her, forcing that dick deep into Chaeryeong's throat.
She gurgled enthusiastically doing this, enjoying the mistreatment of her mouth. As deeply as you could, you slid the thing in and out of her. For as long as you reasonably could, you continued pounding her mouth. This appeared to please the woman. There was absolutely no evidence of discomfort on her lovely ethereal face.
Rather, her expression was one of unwavering resolve, as she forced herself to taste as much of your body as she could. The tempo of your hip pumping hastens, sending shockwaves upon shockwaves up her young and vibrant neck. In order to push and drag yourself to greater lengths, you proceeded to pull her hair and used it as rope. Desperately, her tongue swung out to appease new found cheating partner.
“Ohhh my goodness, Chaeryeong… You got me so bad…” You kept wailing in ecstasy as she welcomes your cock as you face fucks her.
You almost cummed right there. Her face was so attractive and inviting that painting it with cum looked appealing. The same could be said for her mouth. You'd have liked to just drive your dick all the way in and have her swallow every drop of your sperm. But you had to hold back. You never know when this illicit deed may occur again, and you want more from your sister-in-law. You regained control of the steering wheel and instructed Chaeryeong to get on all fours. She immediately understood what you meant and obeyed your command. Further raising her hips in the air so you can impale her pussy from the back.
“Oppaaaa~ UGHH!” Chaeryeong exclaimed as you inserted your dick into her core once again.
"Aaughh…Ahhh... F-Fuck, You're still tight as fuck!" you groaned as you plunged back into her vagina.
"Oppa~ Fuck me harder, I beg you!!!" She shouted loudly, the thrill of being penetrated bursting through her lust haze.
She continued to squeal as you drove further. It didn't take long before your entire length reached deep into her. You breathed heavily as you filled her to the brim. You pause briefly to appreciate and register the feeling and sensation of her depths. She moaned as the full length of your cock stretched out her tight, new cunt.
Her desperate voice cried out your name, resonating off the walls of the room. Halfway through, you pulled your dick out, and her groans became louder and lower. The vista was breathtaking. Her stunning slim body and the refinement of her toned back are displayed before your hips like a piece of art. As you rammed the entire length back inside, you heard her scream and tossed her head back in bliss.
Your hips battered against her soft but round ass cheeks, resulting in a resounding spank. "Ooo~ Oppa!" Her unexpected cry was well timed. It resonated against the concrete walls. She frequently looks back to see how you are enjoying her pussy. Her facial expression alone, the sight of ecstasy on her gorgeous face, and the tremendous scream of desire her lungs spewed with each movement - all these stuff makes this cheating more than worth it, you thought.
You went insane from that point on. Nothing else mattered. You let your corrupted sister-in-law have a moan and scream at the top of her lungs, exceeding her wildest expectations. Her pussy also joins in, clinging closely to your dick. Her hot insides were sucking you dry as you continued to fuck her mercilessly.
"OOOOHHH~~ OPPAAAAA!!!" She kept on screaming.
"Ughh~~ Chaeryeonggg!" You were unable to hold yourself back, moaning her name out loud.
You two didn't care anymore. You didn't mind whether your sensuous grunts woke up your baby or if the neighbors heard your flirtatious pleas. You were constantly entering and exiting Chaeryeong's womanhood on your own. Nothing was going to stop you from finishing inside Chaeryeong, including the potential of your wife catching the two of you in the act.
The thrill of being caught only fueled your madness, driven solely by carnal instincts.
Your big shaft pounded violently against her sensitive inner flesh while her cunt convulsed and contracted. Every pump into her shot shockwaves through your entire body. Your hips crashed harder into her convulsing body, causing her chest to jump in time with your thrusts. Your balls slammed hard on her pussy, causing vibrations against both of your bodies.
You didn't care about the wet track that covered the union between your bodies. The two of you had gone too far. You were both swiftly approaching your climaxes, escalating with each passing moment.
It was not going to take long now. Your body was tense, and your cock was asking you to unleash its load. Chaeryeong cursed out hysterically, undoubtedly reaching her sensual peak as well. Trying to get in as many thrusts as you could before cumming, you sped up the pace even further. Her young and hot womb tightened around your big shaft, desperate to milk everything out.
"I'm almost there...I'm c-cumming. I am cumming inside of your Chaeryeong!" You grunted.
"YES, PLEASE! Impregnate me, Oppa. Put everything within me, PLEASE!" The sinful sister-in-law begged.
Every neuron in your body constricted, grew extremely sensitive, and went into overload.Your head exploded, sending ecstatic jolts across your body. Your cock pumped as hot semen streamed into her expectant womb. Rope after rope flew out of her uterus, splattering inside her reproductive organ. Chaeryeong's orgasm crested at the same time she then spilled her love juices, dripping from her core.
"Hell, yeah…that was hot!" you mumbled as the last spurts of cum came out from your shaft.
At that moment, your phone rang, it was a call from your wife Chaeyeon. Chaeryeong just stared at you, observing your next action. Without hesitation, you ignored the phone and instead, jumped back to bed and had a make-out session. Chaeyeon then left a voice message, saying she’ll be late to come home as they were stuck in a traffic jam. The statement made the two of you smile, you both ran naked to the shower room to continue relishing each other’s bodies.
You two have a forbidden romantic connection that keeps you together in a relationship that shouldn't exist.
Two beds. One tape line. A month to write a song about tension. They're about to learn that opposing forces don't cancel out — they combust.
The air in YG’s main conference room was sterile, chilled by overactive air conditioning that made the long, polished table feel like a slab of ice. On one side, BABYMONSTER sat in a line of practiced casualness—hoodies, slouched postures, the quiet rustle of sneakers against floor. On the other, MEOVV arranged themselves with the unconscious symmetry of former models and trained dancers—backs straight, hands in laps, expressions of polite attention. Managers and production staff lined the walls like shadows, a silent audience to a meeting that felt, to Asa, vaguely like a tribunal.
She leaned back in her chair, the front legs lifting off the ground a centimeter. Her left hand fidgeted with the thick silver ring on her middle finger, turning it around and around. The silence was a live wire. Across the table, directly in her sigh-line, Anna sat as if posing for a portrait. One leg was crossed over the other, a sleek black pump dangling precariously from her toe. Her hands were folded on the table, nails a perfect, neutral shell. She hadn’t blinked in what felt like an eternity.
The door swung open and Teddy Park ambled in, a storm of casual authority in a faded black hoodie and a cap pulled low. He carried a paper cup of coffee, took a long sip, and grinned at the room.
“Morning. Or, whatever time it is,” he said, his voice a familiar, gravelly comfort. He didn’t sit. He perched on the edge of the table near the head, looking at the two lines of young women. “You’re all probably wondering why I called you here instead of just texting. It’s because this is stupid. And fun. And I hate explaining fun things over text.”
A ripple of amused curiosity went through both groups. Ahyeon leaned forward, leader’s instinct engaged. Gawon tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips.
“Netflix came to us,” Teddy continued, gesturing with his coffee cup. “They want a show. A month-long show. Not a competition. A… collision.” His eyes swept the room. “We’re taking the old building on the back lot—the one that smells like 2003 and mothballs—and we’re turning it into a house. A creative dorm. Upstairs, bedrooms. Downstairs, kitchen, living room, practice room, a small studio. You,” he pointed at BABYMONSTER, then at MEOVV, “and you. Living together. For one month.”
The silence broke into a wave of startled murmurs. Eyes widened. Whispers crisscrossed the table.
“Live together?” Ruka echoed, a grin spreading.
“For a month?” Ella from MEOVV asked, her voice genuinely curious.
“Are there cameras?” Pharita questioned, ever-practical.
“Everywhere,” Teddy confirmed, not unkindly. “But not like you think. This isn’t BLACKPINK HOUSE. It’s a documentary. The point isn’t the show. The point is what happens when you stop being two separate groups and start being one big, messy, creative pile.”
He took another sip, letting the idea settle. “The goal is a collaborative mini-album. Six tracks. Written, produced, performed by all of you. In that house. The show films the process—the arguments, the stupid late-night snack runs, the moment a melody clicks at 2 AM because someone was humming in the shower.”
He leaned forward, his tone shifting, becoming more intense. “I don’t want idol politics. I don’t want two groups being painfully polite to each other for a month. That’s boring. I want you in each other’s faces. I want you arguing about a bridge because you actually care. I want the kind of music that happens when people stop performing and start being… real. Even if real is kind of annoying.”
The excitement in the room was now palpable, a physical vibration. Members started whispering across the table, boundaries dissolving.
“We can use the studio anytime?” Chiquita asked, her eyes alight.
“Anytime,” Teddy nodded.
“What about cooking? Who cooks?” Rami wondered aloud.
“Figure it out,” Teddy shrugged, smiling. “That’s the whole point. You figure it out.”
Amidst the burgeoning chaos of plans and questions, the narrative lens narrowed, sharpening to a single point of stillness.
Asa hadn’t moved. The front legs of her chair were still airborne. Her ring was still turning. Her gaze had never left the one point of equal stillness in the room.
Anna.
Anna, who had also not joined the chatter. Who had simply uncrossed her legs and recrossed them the other way, a motion so slow and deliberate it seemed to warp time. Her hands remained folded, but her thumbs were now pressing together, hard. Her expression was a masterpiece of neutral composure, but her eyes—dark, unblinking—were locked on Asa’s.
A silent, charged circuit completed between them, humming over the din of their teammates’ voices.
One month, Asa thought, the words cold and clear in her mind. A whole month in a fishbowl. With her.
One building, Anna’s mind supplied, equally cold. Every room, every hallway. Nowhere to hide.
Teddy pushed off the table, draining his coffee. “You move in Saturday. Pack light. But pack… honestly.” He crumpled the cup, made a perfect shot into a trash can in the corner. “See you there.”
As he left, the room erupted into proper noise. Chairs scraped as members stood, crossing to the other side to talk, laughing, already planning. The space between Asa and Anna filled with moving bodies, but for a three-second window, the line of sight remained clear.
Neither looked away.
Neither smiled.
***
Saturday morning dawned bright and harsh over the converted YG building. It stood three stories tall, old red brick weathered by Seoul smog and time, but with new, large windows cut into the ground floor. A faint hum of activity buzzed around it—camera crews in branded black shirts lugging equipment, producers with clipboards, a stylist rolling a rack of clothes up a temporary ramp.
Asa arrived first, a single large duffel bag slung over her shoulder, a travel mug of Americano in her hand. She wore loose, black cargo pants and an oversized grey hoodie, a cap pulled low over her eyes. She surveyed the building with a critic’s squint. “It looks like a factory that makes anxiety,” she muttered to no one.
The BABYMONSTER van pulled away, and she was joined by Ahyeon, Ruka, Rami, Pharita, Rora and Chiquita, each with their own luggage. A minute later, the MEOVV van arrived. Anna emerged first, and the very air seemed to change texture. She wore cream-colored, wide-legged linen trousers and a simple black tank top, a thin silver necklace catching the light. She carried a matching set of hard-shell luggage—a large one she wheeled, a smaller one perched atop it—and a leather tote. She looked less like she was moving into a dorm and more like she was arriving for a curated photo shoot at a boutique hotel. Sooin, Gawon, Narin and Ella followed, their energy brighter, chattering loudly.
The two groups converged in the open-plan ground floor. It was, Asa had to admit, cool. Exposed brick walls, polished concrete floors softened by huge, worn Persian rugs. A modern kitchen with a massive island took up one side, opposite a sunken living area piled with mismatched but incredibly plush-looking sofas and floor cushions. Doors led off to what looked like a practice room with mirrored walls and a smaller, professional-looking recording studio.
“This is insane,” Ruka breathed, spinning in a circle.
“The couch is so deep I could get lost in it,” Pharita said, already falling backward into it.
While the others explored, the leaders instinctively gathered. Ahyeon caught Gawon’s eye. A silent, significant look passed between them. With subtle head tilts, each group drifted into a separate huddle in opposite corners of the living area.
BABYMONSTER’s huddle was a knot of suppressed glee.
“So,” Ahyeon whispered, her eyes sparkling. “We all agree?”
Rora bit her lip. “This is mean.”
“This is necessary,” Rami corrected, her face solemn.
Pharita nodded sagely. “For science.”
Chiquita, arms crossed, looked between her members and the MEOVV huddle across the room. “For peace. If they fight it out in close quarters, maybe they’ll finally shut up about each other. Asa mentioned Anna three times in meetings last week. I counted.”
Rami’s grin was wicked. “Two-person room. The one at the end of the hall. Farthest from everyone.”
Asa, returning from a reconnaissance mission to the kitchen where she’d confirmed the coffee machine’s quality, walked back into the living room. She saw the tail end of the huddle breaking, her members wearing identical masks of exaggerated innocence.
“What?” Asa asked, suspicious.
“Nothing!” they chimed in unison, a chorus of guilt.
Across the room, the MEOVV huddle was a mirror image.
“It’s the only logical solution,” Gawon was saying, her voice low.
“It’s diabolical,” Sonin whispered, delighted.
“She packed her skincare in alphabetical order,” Ella murmured, glancing at Anna, who was calmly inspecting the joinery on a kitchen cabinet. “She will not survive Asa’s… ecosystem.”
Narin’s smile was all teeth. “Exactly. The numbers work out perfectly. They have to share.”
The official “room assignment” moment came ten minutes later. Everyone gathered in the living room. Ahyeon, holding a piece of paper with exaggerated formality, cleared her throat.
“Alright! Room assignments, as democratically decided by… well, by us.” She began reading. “Ruka and Ella, room one. Pharita and Gawon, room two. Rami and Chiquita with Narin in room three, the triple…”
She went on, pairing members off in seemingly random but friendly combinations. The list felt natural, uncontroversial. Asa sipped her coffee, only half-listening, her eyes tracing the line of Anna’s spine as she stood by the window.
“And the last room,” Ahyeon said, her tone not changing one iota, “at the end of the hall. Asa and Anna.”
The silence was instantaneous and absolute.
Asa’s head snapped up. “No.”
The word was flat, final, like a door slamming.
Anna turned from the window, her expression perfectly smooth. “Absolutely not.”
Gawon stepped forward, a picture of apologetic reason. “We tried every possible combination, you guys. The math just… works out this way. Odd numbers, room sizes…” She shrugged, helpless.
Ahyeon nodded, her face a mask of sympathy. But her eyes flicked meaningfully toward a camera crew that was setting up a shot by the stairs. “It’s just for sleeping, really. And, well,” she added, her voice dropping to a stage whisper, “if we make a big deal and ask to change it now, with them here… it kinda becomes a Thing. For the show.”
The unspoken threat hung in the air: Refuse, and you look like you can’t handle it. You look weak. You look like there’s a problem.
Asa saw the logic, hated it, and felt the stubborn, competitive pride rise in her chest like a wave. Her tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek. She saw Anna’s chin tilt up a fraction, a sure sign of her own pride engaging.
Without another word, Asa bent down, grabbed the strap of her duffel bag, and hoisted it. “Fine. I don’t care.” She said it to the room, to no one, to the universe.
Anna smoothed a non-existent wrinkle from her trousers. “It’s one month. I’ve endured worse.” Her voice was so calm it was itself an act of violence.
As Asa stomped toward the stairs and Anna followed with glacial grace, Ahyeon and Gawon, standing several feet apart, each lifted a hand. Without looking at each other, they mimed a perfect, silent fist-bump in the air.
The room at the end of the hall was small. Not uncomfortably so, but intimately so. Two single beds with plain wooden frames were positioned about four feet apart, a single nightstand between them. One window looked out over the quiet back alley. One closet with two doors. One desk against the far wall. The walls were painted a soft grey. You could, Asa thought immediately, hear a pin drop. You could definitely hear someone breathe.
Anna entered first. She wheeled her luggage to the bed by the window, placed her tote on it decisively. Claimed.
Asa entered, dropped her duffel on the other bed with a soft thud. “I wanted the window bed.”
Anna was already unzipping her large suitcase, revealing a interior of terrifying organization. “Then you should have walked faster.”
What followed was a study in profound contrasts. Anna’s unpacking was a silent, precise ritual. Clothes emerged, already on velvet hangers, and were placed in the closet by color—whites, creams, blacks, then a sparse selection of muted colors. Skincare products were arranged on the nightstand by function and then by height, creating a minimalist sculpture. A separate, zippered pouch contained lip products. A small, framed black-and-white photograph of a seascape was placed on the windowsill. A silk sleep mask was folded neatly under her pillow.
Asa’s unpacking was an act of controlled entropy. She unzipped her duffel and things seemed to expand outward. Hoodies and jeans were shoved into drawers with no regard for folding. A tangle of chargers, cables, and a power bank were dumped on the desk. Her laptop, a few notebooks, and a handful of pens followed. Her favorite black cap was hooked on the post of her bed’s footboard. Several silver chains were tossed into the shallow drawer of the nightstand with a jangling crash.
Anna watched this process from the corner of her eye. A tiny muscle in her jaw tightened. When Asa deliberately shook out a wrinkled graphic tee and draped it over the back of the desk chair instead of hanging it or folding it, Anna visibly flinched.
“You’re not seriously going to leave it like that,” Anna said, her voice strained.
“It’s my side,” Asa replied, not looking at her.
“We share air. Your chaos is a physical presence in my peripheral vision. It’s visually loud.”
Asa finally looked at her. Anna’s composure was still there, but it was brittle, like thin ice over dark water. Without a word, Anna turned back to her own suitcase and retrieved a small roll of blue painter’s tape. She peeled off a length, walked to the nightstand, and with the care of a surgeon, ran a perfectly straight line of tape down its middle.
“Your side,” she said, pointing to the half nearer Asa’s bed. “My side. Your things do not cross this line.”
Asa stared at the blue line, then at Anna’s perfectly serious face. A bizarre, unwanted sensation bubbled up in her chest—not quite laughter, not quite anger. It was the first spark of something alive in their cold war. “Did you pack tape?” Asa asked, her voice deadpan. “Specifically for this?”
“I packed tape for several organizational purposes,” Anna said, returning the roll to a designated compartment in her suitcase. “None of which concern you.”
Asa shook her head slowly, turning back to her duffel to hide the involuntary, almost-smile that threatened her lips. “You’re insane.”
“I’m organized,” Anna corrected, her tone implying these were mutually exclusive concepts. “You should try it.”
They finished in a silence so tense it had its own sound—a high-frequency hum of mutual awareness. Asa was hyper-aware of the soft snick of Anna’s suitcase locks, the rustle of her silk pajamas. Anna was acutely conscious of the heavy thump of Asa’s boots hitting the floor, the scent of her coffee and faint, clean detergent cutting through the room’s neutral air.
The line on the nightstand seemed to glow.
***
Night in the old building had a different texture. The daytime sounds of the city faded, replaced by the building’s own ancient language: the groan of pipes, the creak of settling wood, the distant, muffled laughter from Ruka and Ella’s room down the hall. The darkness in their small room was profound, broken only by the faint orange streetlight glow seeping around the edges of the window blind.
Asa lay on her back, hands behind her head, staring at the ceiling she couldn’t see. She was rigid, every muscle taut with the effort of pretending to be asleep. In the bed four feet away, she could hear Anna breathing.
It was a controlled, even rhythm. In-through-the-nose, out-through-the-nose. Too even. The breathing of someone who was also awake, also staring into the dark, also pretending.
Five minutes passed. Then ten. The awareness of each other’s fraudulent sleep was a third presence in the room, pressing down on them.
Asa’s patience, never her strong suit, frayed to nothing.
“You’re not asleep,” she said flatly to the ceiling.
There was a pause, just long enough to be deliberate.
“Neither are you,” Anna’s voice came back, equally flat, a mirror in the dark.
“You breathe loud,” Asa accused.
“I breathe at a perfectly normal volume. You’re just listening.”
“I’m not listening.” Asa’s left hand fidgeted under her head, twisting the sheet. “You’re two meters away. I can’t not hear you.”
She heard the sheets rustle on Anna’s bed, the sound absurdly loud and intimate. It was the sound of someone turning, likely onto their side, facing the wall just as Asa was.
“Then put in earphones.”
“I can’t sleep with earphones in.”
“That sounds like—”
“If you say ‘a you problem’—” Asa hissed, the words sharp.
A sound cut her off. A low, soft, breathy exhale from Anna’s bed. It wasn’t the polite, tinkling laugh she used on camera. This was the real one, caught off-guard and released into the dark before she could stop it. It was a warm, genuine sound, and it disarmed Asa completely.
The laugh was swallowed quickly. A beat of silence, thicker than before.
“Go to sleep, Asa.”
The way she said it—not Asa-ssi, not with a teasing lilt, just her name, bare and simple—landed in the dark room with a soft, unexpected weight. It felt closer than any physical proximity. It felt like a secret.
Asa rolled onto her side, facing the wall, pulling the thin blanket up higher. Her voice, when it came, was quieter, the edges sanded off.
“Stop breathing so loud.”
From the other bed, the reply was just as quiet, a whisper in the shared dark.
“Stop listening.”
Silence finally descended, not tense, but settled. Exhaustion, or perhaps a temporary truce, took over. Their breathing slowly synced, deepened, and eventually, both drifted into a fitful, real sleep.
***
The cold-war rhythm established itself over the next three days. On camera, during group meals or planning sessions in the living room, they were models of distant civility. Asa would grunt a response if asked a direct question; Anna would offer a slim, polite smile that never reached her eyes. It was off-camera, in the confines of their room and the upstairs hallway, that the sharp, petty warfare continued.
Anna would find Asa’s phone charger snaking across the blue tape line and, with a look of profound disdain, use a pen to push it back onto Asa’s territory. Asa, in retaliation, would leave her cap not on her bedpost, but perched precariously on the very corner of Anna’s meticulously organized desk. Anna would move it with two fingers, as if handling contaminated material.
The other members watched it all unfold like the best kind of reality TV. Ahyeon and Gawon would exchange significant looks over breakfast. Ruka would mime fencing moves when she thought no one was looking. Chiquita kept a running, silent tally in a small notebook.
The bathroom door on the second floor had a sticky, unreliable lock. Asa had complained to a PA on the first day, but it was a low-priority fix. The protocol became a simple, unspoken knock.
On the fourth morning, Asa woke early, her mind already buzzing with a rhythm that wouldn’t settle. She needed to move. She grabbed her towel and toiletry bag, saw Anna’s bed was empty (she was an even earlier riser, likely already downstairs doing gentle stretches), and headed for the shower. The hallway was quiet. She didn’t bother with the broken lock, just pushed the door closed. It didn’t catch. She turned on the water, let the room fill with steam, and placed her portable Bluetooth speaker on the sink counter, cranking up a gritty, percussive hip-hop track to drown out the world.
Anna came upstairs earlier than usual. A slight smudge of mascara from the previous night’s tiredness bothered her. She preferred to wash her face in the upstairs bathroom’s better light. She heard the music thumping through the door—a heavy bassline. She frowned. Someone left their speaker again, she thought, irritation flaring at the disregard for shared space. Without a second thought—the room was supposed to be empty, the door was clearly not locked—she turned the handle and pushed it open.
The scene that greeted her was not an empty room with a forgotten speaker.
The bathroom was thick with steam, warm and damp against her face. The shower was running behind a frosted glass partition—frosted, but not opaque. The silhouette behind it was unmistakably human, and unmistakably Asa. The glass was wet, clouded in patterns, but thinner near the top where the steam hadn’t fully condensed. Asa was turned halfway, one arm raised as she washed her hair, the lines of her back, the curve of her shoulder, the taper of her waist all rendered in soft, blurry detail through the distorting glaze.
The music thumped.
The water roared.
Anna froze.
Her composure, that flawless, practiced armor, didn’t just crack—it evaporated. A wave of heat, violent and immediate, surged up her neck and flooded her cheeks. Her lips parted on a silent inhale. Her brain, usually a symphony of orderly thoughts, short-circuited into a loud, staticky hum. She was caught, transfixed, her body refusing the command to retreat.
Behind the glass, Asa turned her head. The motion was slow, confused. Then her eyes—dark, sharp—found Anna’s silhouette in the doorway through the steam and water-streaked glass.
Two seconds.
Two hours.
Two lifetimes.
Asa’s body stiffened. Then, reaction crashed over the shock, and anger was the easiest vessel. Her voice ripped through the steam, raw and loud over the music. “GET OUT—”
The sound acted like a physical blow. Anna jerked backward, slamming the door shut with a force that shook the frame in the hallway. Her back hit the opposite wall, her hand pressed to her own burning cheek. “THE DOOR WAS UNLOCKED—” she shouted back, her voice higher than she’d ever heard it.
“BECAUSE THE LOCK IS BROKEN!” Asa’s voice was muffled by the door but no less furious. “KNOCK. EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING?”
“I THOUGHT THE ROOM WAS EMPTY!”
“DOES RUNNING WATER SOUND EMPTY TO YOU?”
“THE MUSIC WAS— I THOUGHT SOMEONE LEFT A SPEAKER—”
The bathroom door wrenched open so violently it bounced off the wall. Asa stood there, wrapped in a thin, damp white towel clutched tightly just under her arms. Her hair was a dripping, black mess, water streaming down her neck, over her collarbones, into the valley the towel barely covered. Her skin was flushed pink from the heat and from rage. She was breathing hard, her eyes blazing.
“Do you always just walk into bathrooms without knocking?” Asa spat, taking a step forward. Water dripped from her elbows onto the wooden floor. “Is that a model thing? Are you used to people just being naked around—”
She stopped. Abruptly.
Because Anna’s eyes, wide and dark, betrayed her. They dropped. Just for a fraction of a second—a fleeting, involuntary descent—from Asa’s furious face down to the water beading on her clavicle, to the desperate, white-knuckled grip of her hand holding the towel, to the paths the droplets traced down her sternum toward the towel’s edge.
Then Anna’s gaze snapped back up, meeting Asa’s. Too fast. Guilty.
Asa saw it. The look. The drop. The hunger. The shock of it was a physical thing, a jolt that stole the breath from her next accusation. They stood there in the steam-filled hallway, the air thick and wet between them. Asa became hyper-aware of everything: the cool air on her damp shoulders, the precariousness of the towel, the hammering of her own heart, the way Anna’s chest was rising and falling just a little too quickly.
Anna’s voice, when she finally spoke, was forcibly steady, an overcorrection of calm. “I apologize. The lock should be fixed. I’ll tell staff.” Each word was precise, brittle.
Asa’s own voice felt rough. “Yeah.” She tightened her grip on the towel. “Do that.”
Neither moved. The standoff had shifted into something else, something charged and silent and terribly, terribly aware.
A door creaked open down the hall. Ruka emerged, toothbrush in hand, hair sleep-mussed. She took in the scene: Asa dripping and nearly naked in a towel, Anna backed against the wall looking like she’d been struck by lightning, the thick, sexual tension so palpable it seemed to warp the light.
Ruka’s eyebrows shot up. She slowly raised her toothbrush in a silent salute. “…I’m gonna come back later,” she murmured, and vanished back into her room.
The spell broke. Asa retreated into the bathroom, slamming the door shut again. This time, Anna heard the slide of the flimsy lock, the futile click.
Anna walked to their room. Her steps were measured, each one placed with deliberate care, as if she were walking a tightrope over a canyon. Inside the empty room, she closed the door and leaned against it, closing her eyes. Her heart was a frantic drum against her ribs. The image was seared into the backs of her eyelids: the blur of skin through wet glass, the lines of a body, the shock of exposure. She brought a trembling hand to her forehead.
***
That evening, the room held a new kind of silence. It wasn’t the competitive quiet of the first night. It was a thick, saturated quiet, heavy with the thing they were aggressively not talking about.
Asa sat cross-legged on her bed, a notebook open in her lap, a pen in her hand. She hadn’t written a word in twenty minutes. She was tracing the same loop over and over in the margin, her mind replaying the hallway on a loop: the look in Anna’s eyes, the drop of her gaze, the heat on her own skin.
Anna sat on her own bed, a book open. She hadn’t turned a page. She was staring at the same paragraph, the letters swimming meaninglessly. All she could see was the water on Asa’s skin, the way the towel had clung to damp curves.
The blue tape on the nightstand seemed childish now, a relic from a simpler, colder war.
Anna finally spoke, her eyes fixed on her book. She kept her voice carefully neutral, a flat plane. “I genuinely didn’t know you were in there.”
Asa’s pen stilled. “I know.”
A pause, stretching tight.
Anna swallowed. “I didn’t… see anything.”
It was a bald-faced lie. Delicate, but obvious. The frosted glass had hidden details but revealed shape, movement, silhouette. It had shown enough. More than enough.
Asa’s pen pressed down hard, leaving a dark, angry dot on the paper. “Good.”
“Good.”
They lapsed back into the silence. It was worse now. The denial was a transparent sheet between them, and they were both painfully aware of its fragility.
From two rooms down, they heard Ruka’s voice, loud and gleeful, followed by a burst of howling laughter—Pharita’s, then Chiquita’s, then a muffled snort that was definitely Ahyeon.
“…and she was just standing there, and Asa was like, and the towel was—” More laughter, uncontrollable.
Asa groaned, low and deep in her throat. She pulled her pillow over her face, pressing it down as if to suffocate herself. On the other side of the room, Anna carefully, slowly, closed her book. Her hand, resting on the cover, trembled just slightly.
The first battle was over. The war, a silent, simmering, deeply personal one, had just escalated into uncharted territory.
***
The fluorescent lights of the makeshift Netflix set in the living room hummed with a sterile, invasive energy. Day Six. Cameras rolled, a silent, omnipresent audience. The members of BABYMONSTER and MEOVV were arranged on the large sectional sofa and floor cushions, playing a ridiculous “getting to know you” game that involved guessing each other’s favorite childhood snacks. The mood was light, performatively so.
Asa sat on the floor, leaning against the arm of the sofa, one leg drawn up. She wore a loose black tee and jeans, a cap shading her eyes from the harsh key lights. Anna was perched on the sofa itself, two cushions away, a study in elegant composure in a soft cream sweater and tailored trousers. The distance between them was precisely calibrated—close enough to not look like avoidance, far enough that no part of them could accidentally touch.
When the game required partners for a relay—passing an orange using only their chins—fate, or more likely a mischievous producer, paired them. A ripple of suppressed amusement traveled through the other members.
They stood facing each other. The room felt suddenly hotter.
“Just don’t drop it,” Asa muttered in Japanese, the language a private fortress.
“I have excellent balance,” Anna replied coolly, in the same tongue.
The orange was placed between their foreheads. They had to shuffle across the room. It was absurd, intimate, and torture. Asa’s world narrowed to the citrus scent, the faint warmth of Anna’s skin just centimeters from her own, the impossible focus required to not look directly into her eyes. They moved in stiff, tiny steps. Anna’s composure was a visible strain; a tiny muscle feathered in her jaw. They made it halfway before the orange, slick with nervous warmth, slipped.
Anna stumbled back a step. Instinctively, Asa’s hand shot out, catching Anna’s forearm to steady her. The contact was electric.
Asa’s hand was warm, the palm slightly rough from hours of gripping pens and microphone stands. Anna’s arm was smooth under the fine wool of her sweater, the bone slender and precise under Asa’s fingers. Anna’s other hand came up, fingers brushing Asa’s wrist for balance.
They froze. The camera zoomed in.
One second. Two.
Anna regained her footing. She nodded, a sharp, polite little dip of her chin. “Thank you.”
Asa released her arm as if burned. “Yeah.”
They finished the relay in silence, lost spectacularly to Ruka and Ella, and returned to their separate spaces. The point of contact buzzed on Asa’s skin for the next hour. She saw Anna, once, subtly rubbing the spot on her forearm where Asa’s fingers had been.
Later, in the confessional booth—a tiny, dark room with a single camera—the mask was tested.
Asa’s Confessional
The producer’s voice was gentle through the speaker. “How’s living with Anna?”
Asa shrugged, looking somewhere past the camera lens. “It’s fine. She’s clean. I’m clean. No problems.” Her voice was a monotone. She fidgeted with the ring on her middle finger.
“Some of the other members have mentioned you two have a very… interesting dynamic.”
Asa’s eyes flicked to the lens, a slight edge hardening her deadpan expression. “We’re professionals. We work well together.” She said it with the flat conviction of someone reciting a hostage statement under duress.
Anna’s Confessional
Anna sat with her hands folded in her lap, a gentle, attentive smile on her face. The lights caught the delicate silver of her necklace.
“How is rooming with Asa treating you?”
“It’s great,” Anna said, her voice warm honey. “She’s very focused. I admire her work ethic.” The smile didn’t waver.
“Fans online are already analyzing the preview clips. They’re saying you two have quite a bit of chemistry.”
Anna let out a soft, tinkling laugh—the polite one, the one that lived in her throat, not her chest. “Really? That’s sweet. We’re just getting to know each other as colleagues.” Her smile was perfect, and it reached exactly zero percent of her eyes.
***
When the cameras finally clicked off, the living room exhaled. The performative energy dissipated, replaced by the familiar chaos of eleven young women making dinner. Asa was at the stove, aggressively stirring a pot of ramyeon, when Ahyeon bounded into the kitchen, phone in hand.
“You guys have to see this,” Ahyeon announced, her voice singing with glee. “The preview clips from today are up. The comments are… wow.”
She thrust her phone into the center of the group. On screen was a expertly edited fan clip. It was the moment from the relay—Asa catching Anna’s arm—but slowed down, zoomed in, set to a snippet of a dreamy, romantic indie song. The caption blazed across the bottom: THE TENSION??? HELLO??? #AsAnna
Ahyeon looked directly at Asa’s back. “They’re shipping you.”
Asa didn’t turn from the stove. “Shipping who?”
Gawon scrolled, pulling up another post. “'AsAnna.' That’s your ship name. It already has a hashtag. And a mood board. Look, this one has pictures from the press conference last year where you were glaring at each other.”
Anna, who had been calmly setting the table, froze, a pair of chopsticks suspended in her hand. “A what?”
“AsAnna!” Rami chirped, peering over Gawon’s shoulder. “That’s actually kind of cute—”
Asa turned from the stove, pointing her own ladle like a weapon. “No one in this room says that word again.”
Pharita, typing furiously on her own phone, chanted under her breath, “AsAnna, AsAnna, AsAnna—”
With a growl, Asa lunged. Pharita shrieked, ducking behind Ahyeon, who laughed as Asa tried to reach around her. The kitchen dissolved into chaos—Rami filming on her phone, Chiquita egging them on, Sooin trying to rescue the boiling ramyeon.
Anna remained at the table, statue-still. A slow, creeping flush was rising from the collar of her sweater, painting the back of her neck a delicate pink. She stared at her empty bowl as if it contained the secrets of the universe.
Ella slid into the seat beside her, voice low. “You okay?”
Anna’s composure snapped back into place, a visible shutter closing. “I’m fine. It’s just a fan thing. It doesn’t mean anything.” Her voice was perfectly even.
Ella studied her, then looked across the kitchen at Asa, who had Pharita in a loose headlock, both of them laughing breathlessly. Then she looked back at Anna, who was very carefully, very deliberately, not looking in that direction at all.
***
The recording studio on the ground floor was a sanctuary of focused chaos by Day Eight. Lyric sheets littered the couch, a half-eaten pizza sat on the mixing board, and the air was thick with the scent of coffee and creativity. Teddy Park lounged in the producer’s chair, nodding along to a rough instrumental track.
The disagreement started quietly, a difference of artistic opinion on a group track’s pre-chorus.
“It needs more teeth here,” Asa said, pointing at the waveform on the screen. She was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. “The beat gets swallowed. Add a harder rap line, cut some of the ad-libs.”
From the opposite corner, where she was scribbling notes on a pad, Anna spoke without looking up. “The melody is what makes it memorable. The space is intentional. No one walks away from a song humming a hi-hat.”
Asa’s tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek. “They do when the hi-hat is the only thing with any rhythm. Your vocal arrangement is three layers of pretty noise over nothing.”
Anna’s head lifted slowly. Her eyes, sharp and dark, met Asa’s across the room. “Nothing?” Her voice was dangerously soft. “Would you like to step into the booth and show me ‘something’? Or do you only perform when there’s a mirror to watch yourself in?”
A silent gasp seemed to suck the air from the room. The other members froze. This wasn’t creative friction anymore; it was a direct hit, personal and precise.
Teddy swiveled slowly in his chair. He looked at Asa, standing rigid by the wall. He looked at Anna, poised like a dagger on the couch. Then he looked at Ahyeon, who was trying to become one with the wallpaper.
“Are they always like this?” Teddy asked, his voice dry.
Ahyeon offered a diplomatic smile. “They have… very strong creative opinions.”
Gawon, less inclined to diplomacy, snorted. “They’ve been like this since before we ever got in this building.”
Teddy tapped his pen against his knee. His gaze traveled between the two of them, a calculating spark in his eyes. He nodded, as if coming to a conclusion.
“Change of plans,” he announced, his voice cutting through the tension. “Track five. I’m scrapping the group concept. I want it to be a duet.” He pointed his pen. First at Asa. Then at Anna. “You two.”
The silence was absolute, cinematic in its weight.
Asa blinked. “What?”
Anna’s polished composure slipped for a full second, revealing sheer disbelief. “Excuse me?”
Teddy was already turning back to the board, adjusting a fader. “You clearly have strong opinions about each other’s artistry. Good. Prove it. Write it together. Record it together. It’s due by the end of the month.”
Asa took a step forward. “Teddy-nim, with respect, I work better sol—”
“This isn’t a request,” Teddy said, not unkindly, but with a finality that brooked no argument. He put his headphones on.
Across the room, several members bit their lips raw trying to suppress their smiles. Rami’s phone buzzed incessantly under a cushion as she texted the group chat.
Anna was the first to speak, her voice a masterclass in controlled acquiescence. “Of course, Sajangnim. We’d be happy to.” She sounded like someone agreeing to defuse a bomb with ceremonial scissors.
Asa sank back against the wall, the fight leaving her in a defeated exhale. “Yeah. Fine. Whatever.” She infused the words with the profound enthusiasm of a root canal.
“Rough demo in a week,” Teddy said, his voice muffled by the headphones. “Rap and vocal. Make it work.”
As he immersed himself in the mix, Ahyeon and Gawon locked eyes from across the studio. Gawon slowly, deliberately, mouthed two words: ‘This is going to be incredible.’
Ahyeon, her eyes sparkling with gleeful terror, mouthed back: ‘Or fatal.’
***
The songwriting sessions were a special kind of torture, conducted primarily in the battleground of their shared room after the cameras stopped rolling. Days Nine through Fourteen blurred into a montage of late nights, bad lighting from the single desk lamp, empty Americano cups, and the soft glow of laptop screens.
The initial shift was glacial. Night One, they sat on their respective beds, the taped nightstand a demilitarized zone between them.
“So,” Asa said.
“So,” Anna echoed.
“What do you want to write about?” Asa asked.
“What do you want to write about?” Anna replied.
“I asked first.”
“And I deferred. It’s polite.”
Asa stared at her. “Since when are you polite to me?”
Anna’s smile was thin. “I’m always polite. You just don’t recognize it because I suspect no one has ever been genuinely polite to you before.”
They glared in stalemate. Then Anna let out a breath—not quite a laugh, but a release of pressure. She shook her head, a strand of perfect hair falling from its loose knot. “This is going to be a disaster.”
“Probably,” Asa agreed, the corner of her mouth twitching.
The admission seemed to crack the door open a millimeter.
Asa, staring at the blank page in her notebook, spoke first. “Tension. Two forces that can’t get away from each other. Push and pull.”
Anna considered this. Her gaze lifted, sweeping over Asa with an evaluative intensity Asa felt on her skin like a physical touch. “Like magnets.”
“Like a fight,” Asa countered.
“Like gravity,” Anna murmured, her voice lower.
Asa met her eyes. The air between the beds tightened. “Like something you can’t name,” she said, her own voice dropping, “but you know it’s going to end badly.”
The metaphor hung in the room, transparent and fragile. Neither acknowledged its thickness.
Anna picked up her pen. “Fine. Tension. I can work with that.”
They wrote in hostile parallel, trading notebooks like passing contraband. Anna’s lyrics were abstract, poetic—*“a silent war in a shared atmosphere,” “the quiet before the fracture.”* Asa’s were blunt, percussive—*“step closer, I dare you,” “a spark waiting for the wrong breath.”* They argued over every word, but the arguments were different now. They were about impact, not insult. About the feeling of a syllable, not the person who wrote it. The friction began to produce something with its own strange heat.
Night Three, Asa hooked up the small MIDI keyboard she’d borrowed. She played a rough, looping melody—low, minor-key, driven by a simple, relentless bass note. It sounded like a heartbeat in a dark room.
Anna listened, her head tilted. Then, softly, she began to hum. It wasn’t the melody Asa played. It was a counter-melody, a higher, weaving line that danced around Asa’s anchor without ever touching it. It was mournful and beautiful, and against all logic, it fit.
Asa’s fingers stilled on the keys. She looked at Anna. “Do that again.”
Anna hummed the line again, her eyes closed in concentration. Asa played underneath, adjusting a chord, finding a harmony that made the combination ache. For sixty seconds, there was no rivalry, no tape line, no bathroom incident. There was only the sound they were making together. It was undeniably, frustratingly good.
Asa stopped. The room felt too quiet. “That’s… not bad.”
Anna opened her eyes. “High praise from you.”
“Don’t get used to it,” Asa muttered, but she was already scribbling the chord progression down in her notebook. She felt Anna’s gaze on her left hand as it moved across the page—the tight grip on the pen, the quick, slashing notation. Anna watched for a moment too long, then abruptly turned to arrange her own notes with excessive focus.
Night Five. 1 AM. They had migrated to the floor, lyric sheets and notebooks spread in the no-man’s-land between the beds. The demo track played on a low loop from Asa’s laptop, a skeletal beat holding their fledgling creation. They were stuck on the bridge.
“The bridge is the release,” Anna insisted, her finger tapping a line on her page. “It needs to breathe. Strip everything back—just voice, no beat. If you put drums under it, you’re giving the listener armor. Let it be exposed.”
“Exposed is just another word for unprotected,” Asa shot back, running a hand through her hair. “The beat gives it structure, gives it a spine.”
“Not everything needs a spine!” Anna’s voice rose, frustration cutting through her calm. “Some things just need to exist. Raw. Uncontrolled. Why are you so afraid of that?”
The question echoed in the small, lamplit room. She wasn’t talking about the bridge anymore. The shift was seismic. They both heard it.
Asa went very still. Her voice, when it came, was dangerously quiet. “I’m not afraid of anything.”
Anna leaned forward, bracing her hands on the carpet. The distance between them shrunk to less than a meter. Her eyes were fierce. “Then prove it. Rap your verse. The bridge part. Right now. No beat. No backup. Just you. If the words are strong enough, they don’t need anything behind them.”
It was a challenge, pure and simple. And Asa’s competitive pride, that stubborn, unwavering flame, would not let her back down. She looked down at her notebook, then back at Anna. She took a breath, and let the words out into the silent room.
Without the driving percussion to hide behind, her rap was transformed. The lyrics about push and pull, about unnamed forces and inevitable collisions, sounded stark. Naked. They sounded, in the intimate dark, like a confession. Her voice was low, a little rough from the late hour, every consonant sharp, every pause weighted.
When she finished, the only sound was the faint hum of the laptop fan.
Anna was staring. Her composure was still technically intact, but it was now a glass pane—Asa could see straight through it to the wide-eyed, stunned recognition beneath. There was fear there, and a kind of hungry awe.
Anna’s voice was barely a whisper. “We cut the beat on the bridge.”
Asa’s throat felt tight. “Yeah.”
Their eyes held. The space between them on the carpet felt charged, like stepping into the space before a lightning strike. Asa’s gaze, entirely against her will, dropped. It flickered to Anna’s mouth—the soft, parted lips—for a fraction of a second before snapping back up in panic.
Anna saw it. She definitely saw it.
Asa scrambled to her feet, gathering her notebook like a shield. “I need water,” she mumbled, and fled the room.
Anna remained on the floor, surrounded by the scattered pages of their shared tension. She slowly pressed her palms flat against the carpet, as if trying to ground herself, and took a long, trembling breath.
***
Day Eighteen. The recording booth downstairs was a soundproofed, velvet-lined pressure cooker. A producer sat behind the glass, giving them minimal direction, effectively leaving them alone together in the warm, cramped space. A single large-diaphragm microphone stood between them like a silent witness.
Takes one and two were technically fine but emotionally sterile. They traded lines with robotic precision—Asa’s rap sharp and defensive, Anna’s vocals smooth and distant. The contrast was there, but it was cold.
The producer’s voice crackled in their headphones. “The bridge needs more. You’re both holding back. Whatever you’re feeling in there, put it in the take. I don’t want pretty. I want real.”
Asa and Anna looked at each other over the microphone. Whatever you’re feeling. The instruction was a dare.
Take three. The instrumental track dropped out for the bridge, leaving only a faint, haunting synth pad. Anna stepped close to the mic, her lips almost brushing the pop filter. She sang her line, the one about “the quiet before the fracture,” and her voice was no longer just beautiful—it was vulnerable, aching with a want she never permitted herself.
Asa leaned in from the other side. Their faces were inches apart on opposite sides of the metal stand. She could see the faint dusting of powder on Anna’s cheek, the dark fan of her lashes. She closed her eyes, and let the words out.
She rapped the bridge raw, the way she had on the floor at 1 AM. No armor, no beat. Just the stark, confessional flow about gravity and sparks and unnamed things. As she finished her last line, Anna’s voice swept in, not overpowering, but entwining—a melodic cry that wrapped around Asa’s gravel and lifted it. Their voices blended in the headphones, a desperate, tangled braid of rap and melody that sounded less like a song and more like a truth they were finally speaking aloud.
The beat slammed back in for the final chorus. Neither of them moved. They remained frozen, faces too close, the shared breath from the intense take hanging in the air between them. The microphone was no longer a barrier; it was a focal point pulling them closer.
Asa opened her eyes. Anna was right there. Her composure was gone, replaced by something open, flushed, and utterly captivated. She was looking at Asa’s mouth.
“That was it,” the producer’s voice shattered the moment, buzzing with excitement. “That’s the take. You guys feel that?”
They sprang apart as if electrocuted.
Asa, her voice slightly hoarse, mumbled into her own microphone, “Yeah. That felt fine.”
Anna was adjusting her headphones, her fingers uncharacteristically clumsy. “We can move on to the next part.”
They didn’t make eye contact for the rest of the session.
***
That evening, Teddy gathered everyone in the living room to play the rough mix. He cued it up without ceremony. The track filled the space—the driving start, the sharp trade-offs, and then that bridge, stripped and vulnerable, their voices a tangled confession in the quiet.
When the last note faded, there was a beat of genuine, stunned silence in the living room.
Teddy leaned forward and stopped the playback. He looked from Asa, who was studying a loose thread on the couch cushion with violent intensity, to Anna, who had adopted a posture of polite, detached interest.
“Well?” Teddy asked the room.
Ahyeon was the first to speak, her voice hushed. “You two… made that? Together? Without, like, actual homicide?”
“It was a professional collaboration,” Anna said smoothly, the words automatic.
“Strictly business,” Asa grunted, echoing the sentiment without looking up.
Gawon wasn’t having it. She pointed a finger at the Bluetooth speaker as if it had testified against them. “That bridge. Let me hear that part again.”
Teddy, a faint smile playing on his lips, rewound and played the bridge section alone. In the context of the quiet living room, without the studio headphones, it was somehow even more damning. Their voices, raw and close, filled the space with unspoken electricity.
Gawon listened, her eyebrows climbing higher. When it ended, she shook her head slowly. “Nope. I’m calling it. That’s a love song.”
Dead silence.
Asa’s head snapped up. “It’s about tension. Opposing forces.”
“It’s about creative friction,” Anna insisted, her voice a degree cooler.
Rami nodded sagely. “She’s right, unnie. That’s the most romantic ‘creative friction’ I’ve ever heard. I got chills.”
“It’s not—” Asa began, but Pharita cut her off.
“The way your voices fit together on the ‘gravity’ line? That’s not friction. That’s harmony.”
Ella simply fanned her face dramatically.
Asa stood up so fast the couch cushion bounced. “I need air,” she announced, her voice tight, and stalked out of the living room toward the front door.
A second later, Anna also rose, her movements precise and fluid. “I believe I need to reorganize my skincare shelf. Excuse me.” She turned and walked not toward the dormitory hallway, but toward the stairs leading to the second-floor practice rooms—the opposite direction from Asa.
The room watched them go. Then, all eyes swiveled back to Teddy.
He leaned back in his chair, lacing his hands behind his head. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face. “That exactly went how I thought it would,” he said to no one in particular. “Put two strong, volatile elements in a sealed container. Apply pressure.” He nodded toward the door and the stairs. “You get something explosive.”
He knew exactly what he had done.
***
Asa didn’t go far. She ended up on the small, dimly lit fire escape at the side of the building, the cold night air biting through her hoodie. She gripped the rusty railing, leaning her forehead against the cool metal. The city sounds were a distant murmur. All she could hear was the echo of their own voices in her head, that braided harmony, and Gawon’s verdict: That’s a love song.
It wasn’t. It was about conflict. It was about the infuriating, constant awareness of another person who should not matter. It was about the unbearable tension of a shared silence. It wasn’t love. It was…
Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She ignored it. It buzzed again. And again. With a frustrated sigh, she pulled it out. The screen was lit up with notifications from the group chat, but one from Ahyeon, sent privately, was at the top.
Ahyeon: don’t look at the edits.
Attached was a link.
Cursing her own masochism, Asa clicked it. It was a video edit on a fan site. It used the leaked, low-quality audio clip of their bridge—someone must have recorded it from outside the booth—and set it to a supercut of every glance, every near-touch, every moment of charged silence between her and Anna that the Netflix cameras had ever captured. The relay. The confessional cuts side-by-side. Them writing on the floor. The final clip was a slow-motion zoom on her face in the recording booth, eyes closed, from today. The caption read: THE DUET IS A CRY FOR HELP. THEY ARE NOT OKAY. #AsAnna
Asa slammed her phone against her thigh, once, twice, a sharp, painful thud. She sucked in a ragged breath of cold air.
***
Anna did not go to the practice room. She walked to the very end of the second-floor hallway, to a window that overlooked the back alley. She stood perfectly still, her arms wrapped around herself. The composure she had displayed downstairs was gone, leaving behind a quiet, trembling urgency.
Love song.
The words were ridiculous. Profane. It was a technical exercise. A challenge met. The vulnerability was a tool, a choice to make the art better. It didn’t mean anything.
But her body betrayed the lie. Her skin still hummed from the proximity in the booth. Her ears still rang with the sound of Asa’s voice, stripped bare. She could still feel the phantom heat of Asa’s hand on her arm from a week ago, the shocking clarity of her shape through the steamy glass.
Her phone, set to silent, lit up in her hand. It was a notification from a social media monitoring service the company used. A trending keyword alert: #AsAnna.
She opened it. The top post was a screenshot from the duet’s metadata, leaked somehow, showing the track title. They had tentatively named it “Gravity.” The fan had circled it. The text below screamed: THEY NAMED IT AFTER THEIR SHIP DYNAMIC. I AM DECEASED.
Anna powered her phone off completely. She stared out into the dark alley, seeing nothing. The careful, controlled world she had built—the pristine side of the room, the polite smiles, the measured distance—felt like it was cracking at the foundations, threatened by a force as simple and terrifying as a magnet, a fight, a spark.
Asa needed air. Anna needed to reorganize a shelf. Both were lies. They needed an escape from the thing they had just created together, the thing that sounded, to everyone else in the world, like a truth they were too terrified to speak.
Downstairs, the members replayed the demo one more time. No one spoke. They just listened, and grinned, and waited for the inevitable explosion.
***
The living room on Day 21 had become a digital war room. Phones glowed in the hands of every member, casting eerie blue light on their amused, horrified, and gleeful faces.
Chiquita read aloud, her voice trembling with suppressed laughter. “‘The way Asa looked at Anna during the relay game… that’s not rivalry, that’s a PROPOSAL.’ It has two hundred thousand likes.”
Ella scrolled, squinting. “‘Analysts’ on the forum are pointing out micro-interactions. ‘Did anyone else notice Anna fixing Asa’s mic pack during the group recording? She didn’t adjust anyone else’s. Not Ruka’s, not Ahyeon’s. She has a FAVORITE.’”
Ruka whistled low, showing her screen. “There’s a compilation thread. ‘AsAnna Moments: Episodes 1-3.’ Forty-seven screenshots.”
“Forty-seven?” Rami shrieked, snatching the phone. “We’ve only aired three episodes! How are there forty-seven moments?”
Pharita silently turned her phone around. On it was a beautifully rendered piece of digital art. It depicted Asa and Anna in the practice room, not as they were, but as the fans imagined them: foreheads nearly touching, Asa’s hand hovering near Anna’s jaw, a palpable heat between them rendered in strokes of gold and deep violet. The caption read: unspoken tension (i speak it anyway).
A collective gasp-howl erupted. Sooin clutched her chest. Gawon pretended to faint backwards onto the couch.
This was the scene Asa walked into from the kitchen, an apple in hand. She froze, sensing the conspiratorial energy. “What?”
“Nothing!” Ahyeon chirped, too fast, shoving her phone under a cushion.
Asa’s eyes, sharp and suspicious, landed on Pharita’s still-outstretched hand. She strode over. “Is that a drawing of me and—”
Pharita yanked the phone back as if burned. “It’s artistic interpretation! Of, um, creative synergy!”
Asa stared her down, then at the circle of wide, guilty eyes. A deep, foreboding understanding dawned on her face. She pointed a finger at Pharita, then at everyone. “Delete your history. All of it. Now.”
At that moment, Anna appeared at the top of the stairs, drawn by the commotion. She’d changed into loungewear, her hair in a soft ponytail. “What’s happening?”
Gawon, ever the agent of chaos, grinned. “You’re trending. Both of you. Together.”
Anna’s steps slowed. “Trending for what?”
“Love,” Gawon said, simply.
Anna’s flawless mask didn’t crack, but it did go perfectly, terrifyingly blank. “I’m going back upstairs,” she announced, her voice devoid of all inflection.
“I’m going outside,” Asa muttered simultaneously, already turning toward the front door.
Ahyeon called after their retreating backs, unable to resist. “The hashtag has over a million posts, you know!”
From outside the front door, a furious yell in Japanese cut through the wall—a curse so creative it made Ruka’s eyebrows shoot up in respect. From upstairs, the firm, definitive click of a door shutting echoed.
The members looked at each other in the sudden quiet.
Ruka broke it, nodding sagely. “So. The whole world sees it.”
Chiquita popped a grape in her mouth. “The whole world has always seen it.”
Ahyeon pulled out her wallet. “Twenty bucks says they actually figure it out before the month ends.”
Gawon matched the bill, slapping it on the coffee table. “Twenty says they combust into a million little pieces first.”
They shook on it.
***
The air in the ground-floor practice room on Day 25 was thick with the smell of polished wood, sweat, and unresolved everything. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, bleaching color from the world and casting their movements in stark relief across the mirrors that covered every wall, creating infinite, multiplying reflections of their standoff.
Teddy’s choreography for their duet was a physical manifestation of the song: push and pull, advance and retreat, a dance of opposing forces. The key moment was brutal in its simplicity. Asa would rap the final bars of the bridge advancing, backing Anna against the mirror wall. Anna’s vocal response was a defiance, ending with her hand on Asa’s chest, pushing her away on the very last beat.
Take one was mechanical. Take three was better, but sterile.
Asa stopped the music with a sharp slap of her palm against the wall panel. “You have to actually push me,” she said, breathing harder than the steps warranted. “It’s supposed to look like you mean it.”
Anna, barely flushed, wiped her brow with the back of her wrist. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not going to hurt me. Push me like you’re angry.”
“I’m not angry,” Anna said, her voice calm.
Asa took two steps closer, well into Anna’s personal space. Her eyes glinted, goading. “Then think about something that makes you angry.”
Anna’s gaze, usually so controlled, sharpened. A flicker of something real.
Take five. The energy shifted. It was sharper, closer. When the moment came, Asa rapped the bridge walking Anna backward, her voice dropping to a possessive growl for the final lines. Anna’s back met the cool mirror. Her hand came up, planted flat on Asa’s sternum, and shoved. It wasn’t a choreographed push; it was a real, frustrated, powerful thrust that sent Asa stumbling back two full steps, breaking the frame.
They both froze, chests heaving. The silence was deafening.
Asa straightened up. A dangerous, almost-smile touched her lips. Her eyes were alive with fire. “There it is.”
Something in the room’s pressure changed. The atmosphere became charged, liquid.
By take eight, they weren’t rehearsing. They were performing for an audience of one—each other. The steps were the same, but the intention was entirely new. Asa’s movements were predatory, a relentless closing of space. Anna’s were magnetic, a defiant refusal to truly retreat, pulling Asa in even as she was meant to be pushed away.
The mirror moment arrived. Asa closed the final distance, her hands coming up to slam against the glass on either side of Anna’s head, caging her. Not touching, but the heat of her arms was a brand. Anna’s back hit the mirror with a soft thump. Their faces were close enough that Anna could see the faint freckle under Asa’s left eye, the quick flutter of a pulse in her throat.
Asa delivered the final rap line not to the room, but directly into the space between their mouths, her voice a low, raw murmur that vibrated in Anna’s bones.
Anna’s hand came up. Not to push. It settled against Asa’s chest, right over her heart. The thin, sweat-damp fabric of Asa’s tank top did nothing to hide the frantic, hammering rhythm beneath her palm.
“Your heart is racing,” Anna whispered, her own breath coming short.
“I’ve been dancing for two hours,” Asa breathed back, not moving a millimeter.
Anna’s eyes locked onto hers. “Liar.”
The last note of the track faded. The room was silent save for the ragged, synchronized sound of their breathing, echoing in the cavernous space. The mirrors showed them from every angle: an infinity of trapped moments, of two girls standing too close, pretending too little.
Asa’s gaze dropped. It didn’t flicker. It didn’t dart away in shame. It fell, deliberately, to Anna’s mouth, and stayed there. A blatant, unhidden look of want.
Anna’s fingers against Asa’s chest curled slowly, gripping the damp fabric, twisting it in her fist.
The moment stretched, thin and screaming.
Then Asa spoke. Her voice was raw, stripped bare, barely audible. “Anna.”
Just her name. Not a jab, not a challenge. It was an offering, and a surrender.
Anna’s breath caught in her throat, a visible, shaky hitch. Her grip on Asa’s shirt tightened until her knuckles were white.
“Don’t,” Anna pleaded, her voice trembling.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t say my name like that,” she whispered, eyes wide and vulnerable, “when you’re this close to me. Not unless you—”
She cut herself off, but the unfinished sentence hung between them, more intimate than any touch. Not unless you mean it. Not unless you’re going to do something about it.
They were frozen, a live wire of tension. Mouths inches apart. Anna pinned against the cool glass by Asa’s heat. The fluorescent lights hummed their judgment.
Asa didn’t finish her sentence. Instead, she let out a sound—a broken, frustrated, desperate thing that was half laugh, half sob—and let her forehead fall forward to rest against Anna’s.
The contact was electric. Simple, profound. Skin to skin. They both inhaled sharply, a shared gasp. Anna’s eyes fluttered closed. Asa’s remained open, watching the play of agony and want on Anna’s features from an inch away.
“I really hate you,” Asa murmured, the words a warm breath against Anna’s lips.
Anna’s eyes stayed closed. A single, traitorous tear escaped, tracing a path through the fine sweat on her temple. Her voice was wrecked. “No, you don’t.”
Asa’s own defiance crumbled. “No,” she admitted, the word a confession. “I don’t.”
She tilted her head, slowly, giving Anna every possible chance to rebuild the walls, to shove her away, to resurrect her composure and walk out.
Anna didn’t move. Her hand slid up from Asa’s chest, over the column of her throat, to cradle the side of her neck. Her fingers were trembling violently against Asa’s skin.
Asa closed the final, infinitesimal distance.
The kiss was not gentle. It was not sweet. It was the inevitable collision of three weeks of shared, loaded silence. It was the silhouette through frosted glass, the voice stripped bare at 1 AM, the heartbeat under a palm, the bridge with no beat, a name said like a secret. It was every argument, every barbed comment, every stolen glance collapsing into this single, undeniable point.
Asa pressed forward, pinning Anna more firmly against the mirror. Anna’s response was immediate and fierce; her fingers speared into Asa’s hair, gripping tight, pulling her closer as if to devour the distance whole. The glass was a shock of cold against Anna’s back, Asa a furnace against her front, and the contrast wrenched a gasp from Anna’s throat. Asa swallowed the sound, her tongue sweeping into Anna’s mouth, a claim and a question all at once.
They broke apart only when lungs screamed, foreheads still pressed together, breathing each other’s air in ragged gulps. Their eyes searched, pupils blown wide, checking that this was real, that the other wasn’t about to laugh or run.
Anna looked utterly undone. Her lips were swollen and glistening, her perfect hair disheveled from Asa’s hands and the mirror, her composure incinerated. She looked like a revelation.
The realization that she had done this—that she, Asa, was the force that could shatter Anna’s perfect world—hit Asa with the force of a physical blow, leaving her dizzy.
“Tell me to stop,” Asa rasped, her own voice unfamiliar.
“No.”
“Anna—”
Anna’s hand fisted in the front of her tank top and pulled her back. “I said no,” she breathed against Asa’s mouth, her voice fierce and final. “Don’t you dare stop.”
The second kiss was deeper, slower, less desperate but infinitely more deliberate. Anna kissed like she did everything—with precision and devastating intent, as if mapping the feel and taste of Asa, committing it to memory. Asa kissed like she rapped—direct, all-consuming, with a rhythmic intensity that stole thought.
Hands began to move. Asa’s slid from the mirror to Anna’s waist, her thumbs digging into the soft dip above her hip bones, pulling their bodies flush. Anna’s back arched off the glass at the contact, a soft, broken moan vibrating into Asa’s mouth. The sound went straight to Asa’s core, hot and liquid.
Clothes became an intolerable barrier. Asa’s hands found the hem of Anna’s fitted practice top and yanked it up. Anna broke the kiss just long enough to raise her arms, letting Asa pull it off and toss it aside. Her own fingers made quick, impatient work of the knot on Asa’s tank top, pushing the damp fabric off her shoulders.
They stood there for a moment, chests heaving, just looking. The mirrors reflected the scene back a hundred times: Anna in her simple black bra, her skin glowing under the harsh lights; Asa, lean and taut, in a grey sports bra, a faint sheen of sweat making her skin gleam.
“See something you like?” Asa managed, the old bravado a thin veneer over the awe in her voice.
Instead of a retort, Anna’s gaze was worship. Her hands came up, hovering for a second before settling on Asa’s waist, then sliding up her ribs. Her thumbs brushed the undersides of Asa’s breasts through the sports bra, a touch so tender it made Asa’s knees weak. “You’re so…” Anna whispered, her voice full of wonder. “All this time. Right here.”
She leaned in and pressed her mouth to the swell of Asa’s breast above the bra line. The kiss was soft, then open-mouthed and hot. Asa’s head fell back with a choked gasp, her hands flying to Anna’s shoulders for balance. Anna’s hands went to the clasp of her own bra, flicking it open with practiced ease, letting it fall. Then her fingers hooked into the waistband of Asa’s shorts and underwear, pushing them down in one rough, urgent motion.
Asa kicked them away, stepping out of the puddle of fabric, gloriously, terrifyingly naked. Anna’s eyes darkened, her gaze a physical caress that left burning trails on Asa’s skin. She followed suit, shedding her own remaining clothes until they were both bare, surrounded by the discarded evidence of their surrender.
The dynamic shifted again. The one who had been pinned now guided, pushing Asa backward until her legs hit the low bench used for stretching. “Sit,” Anna murmured, and Asa obeyed, the wood cool against her thighs.
Anna knelt on the practice room floor before her. The sight was so profoundly erotic, so submissive and dominant all at once, that Asa could only stare, her heart a wild thing in her chest. Anna’s hands settled on Asa’s knees, gently pushing them apart. She looked up, her eyes meeting Asa’s, holding her gaze as she leaned forward.
The first touch of Anna’s tongue was a lightning strike. A slow, deliberate lick from bottom to top, through slick, aching folds. Asa cried out, a sharp, unfiltered sound that echoed off the mirrors. Her hands flew to Anna’s head, not to push her away, but to hold on as the world dissolved into sensation.
Anna ate her out with the same focused intensity she brought to everything. It was meticulous and devastating. She learned what made Asa jerk and gasp—the firm circle of her tongue over Asa’s clit, the shallow thrust of her tongue inside, the soft suck of her lips. She alternated between broad, flat strokes and pinpoint flicks, building a rhythm that had Asa writhing, her heels digging into the small of Anna’s back.
“Anna—fuck—right there, don’t stop, please—” Asa babbled, her vocabulary reduced to pleas and curses. The coil of tension in her gut, a constant companion for weeks, was tightening to a breaking point. This was her first time, the first time anyone had touched her like this, and the vulnerability was terrifying, the pleasure obliterating.
Anna hummed against her, the vibration wringing a sob from Asa’s throat. One of Anna’s hands slid up Asa’s thigh, then inward, her fingers joining her tongue. One finger, slick with Asa’s arousal, pressed inside, slowly, stretching. The fullness was exquisite. Asa’s back arched off the bench.
“More,” she gasped. “Please.”
A second finger joined the first, curling, searching. Anna’s mouth never left her, her tongue working in counterpoint to the deep, steady thrust of her fingers. She found a spot inside that made Asa see white behind her eyelids, a sharp, bright burst of pleasure that had her screaming Anna’s name.
The orgasm ripped through her without warning, a seismic wave that started deep in her core and radiated outwards, shaking her to the foundations. Her body convulsed, her thighs clamping around Anna’s head as she rode the relentless waves of Anna’s tongue and fingers, crying out until her voice was hoarse.
As she came down, trembling and boneless, Anna gentled her touches, placing soft, reverent kisses on her inner thighs before slowly withdrawing. She looked up, her chin glistening, her expression one of awed triumph.
Before Anna could move, Asa slid off the bench, her legs shaky but determined. She pulled Anna up and into a searing kiss, tasting herself on Anna’s lips, a primal, possessive thrill shooting through her. “My turn,” she growled against Anna’s mouth.
She guided Anna down onto the matted practice room floor, following her down, covering her body with her own. She kissed her way down Anna’s throat, over the frantic pulse, down her sternum. She took one of Anna’s breasts into her mouth, sucking the peaked nipple deep, swirling her tongue. Anna’s back bowed off the floor, a ragged moan tearing from her. Asa lavished equal attention on the other, her hand palming and kneading the soft weight, learning what made Anna gasp and clutch at her hair.
“Asa, please,” Anna begged, her hips rolling up, seeking friction. “I need…”
“I know what you need,” Asa murmured, her voice thick. She kissed her way down the flat plane of Anna’s stomach, over the delicate hip bones, and settled between her thighs.
Anna was already soaked, glistening for her. Asa didn’t tease. She dove in, her tongue finding Anna’s clit with unerring accuracy. Anna’s cry was a shattered thing. Asa licked and sucked, drinking her in, one hand sliding up to pinch and roll a nipple, the other bracing herself on the floor. She was relentless, fueled by a desperate need to give Anna what she’d just been given, to unravel her completely.
When Anna was a writhing, pleading mess, Asa slid two fingers inside her. Anna was tight, hot, clenching around her instantly. Asa fucked her with deep, steady strokes, her thumb rubbing tight circles on Anna’s clit. She watched Anna’s face—the parted lips, the fluttering eyelids, the tears leaking from the corners of her eyes—and felt a possessiveness so fierce it stole her breath.
“Look at me,” Asa commanded, her voice rough.
Anna’s dark eyes flew open, locking onto hers. The connection was absolute. In that gaze, Asa saw all the frustration, the longing, the buried want of the past weeks reflected back at her, finally acknowledged.
“Come for me, Anna,” Asa said, curling her fingers just so.
Anna’s orgasm hit her like a train. Her body seized, a silent scream on her lips before sound finally broke free—a long, trembling wail that echoed in the cavernous room. She clenched around Asa’s fingers, her hips bucking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. Asa rode it out with her, gentling her touch but not stopping until Anna went limp beneath her, spent and shaking.
Asa collapsed beside her, both of them breathing in ragged unison, slick with sweat, their skin glowing under the harsh lights. The air smelled of sex and salt and them. For a long moment, there was only the sound of their lungs fighting for air.
But it wasn’t enough. The fire, banked for a moment, roared back to life, hotter, hungrier. The sight of Anna, utterly ruined and beautiful, ignited something even deeper in Asa. A need not just to take, but to join. To be consumed in the same flame.
Anna turned her head on the mat, her eyes hazy but burning. She seemed to feel the same relentless pull. Without a word, she shifted, rolling onto her side, facing Asa. Her hand found Asa’s hip, pulling her close until they were nose to nose, their legs slotting together.
Understanding passed between them in a flash. Asa mirrored her, turning, their bodies aligning in the mirror’s cruel, honest gaze. An infinite reflection of two girls, tangled and wanting.
Anna hooked her top leg over Asa’s hip, drawing her closer. Asa did the same, their bodies pressing together from chest to thigh. The contact was electric, a new kind of intimacy. They were face to face, breathing the same air, eyes wide open.
Slowly, deliberately, Anna rocked her hips forward. The slick, swollen heat of her pressed against Asa’s own. A shared, shuddering gasp tore from both of them. The sensation was unbelievable—direct, wet, overwhelming friction.
Asa met the movement, grinding against her. There were no more roles, no giver and receiver. They moved together in a desperate, searching rhythm, each thrust and roll a shared sentence in a language of pure need. Their foreheads pressed together, eyes locked, refusing to look away from the truth of what they were doing.
“You feel—” Anna gasped, her voice shattered.
“I know,” Asa choked out, her hands gripping Anna’s waist, holding her tight as their bodies slid together. “I know, I know.”
The pace built, frantic and uncoordinated. It was messy, imperfect, the slide of their bodies loud in the quiet room. Their moans mingled, breathless and broken. Asa could feel the hard nub of Anna’s clit rubbing against her own with every roll of their hips, sending jolts of white-hot pleasure straight to her core. Her second orgasm was already building, coiling tighter and deeper than the first, fed by the sight of Anna coming apart beneath her, by the feel of her everywhere.
Anna’s cries grew higher, more desperate. Her nails scored down Asa’s back. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop, I’m so close, Asa, please—”
“Look at me,” Asa demanded again, her own control fraying. “Look at me when you come.”
Their hips pistoned against each other, a slick, frantic dance. The world narrowed to the point where their bodies met, to the wildfire in Anna’s eyes. Asa felt the exact moment Anna began to fracture. Her inner muscles fluttered wildly against Asa’s thigh, her whole body tensing like a bowstring. A broken, sobbing cry was torn from her lips.
That sound, that final surrender, was Asa’s undoing.
Her own climax detonated a heartbeat later, a simultaneous eruption that felt less like pleasure and more like annihilation. It was a seismic release that tore through her, wringing a raw, guttural shout from her throat. They clutched each other as the waves crashed over them, shaking, convulsing, riding the shared cataclysm until there was nothing left, until they were both spent, hollowed out, and utterly still.
Silence. But a different kind—a thick, liquid quiet, heavy with the scent of their joining and the echo of their cries. The fluorescent buzz was a distant hum.
Asa’s forehead rested against Anna’s shoulder, her body a dead weight. Anna’s arms were locked around her, holding her as if she might float away.
After a small eternity, Anna spoke, her voice husky and wrecked. “So.”
Asa didn’t lift her head. “So.”
“This is a problem.”
A weak, breathless laugh escaped Asa. “Yeah.”
“The cameras. The groups. The show. The… everything,” Anna whispered, the reality seeping back in at the edges.
“I know.”
“We can’t just—”
“I know.”
A pause. Asa, moving as if through syrup, lifted her head. She ran her thumb gently across Anna’s hipbone, over the red marks her own fingers had left. Anna shivered.
“Can we figure that out later?” Asa asked, her voice soft.
Anna looked up at her. The low, real laugh—the one Asa had been cataloguing since day one—bubbled up, tired and warm. “You’re impossible.”
“And you followed me here,” Asa said, a faint, triumphant smile touching her lips. “Again.”
Anna opened her mouth to protest, then closed it. Because it was true. To the practice room. To the floor. She always followed. She always stayed.
“Call me Unnie,” Anna murmured, the old tease in her eyes, but softer now.
Asa looked down at her, the corner of her mouth lifting. “No.”
“Asa—”
“I told you,” Asa whispered, leaning close until their lips almost brushed again. “I like the way you look at me when I say your name.”
She said it again. “Anna.” Low. Private. Just for her.
Anna pulled her into a third kiss. This one was slow, deep, and tasted of salt and smiling.
***
They walked upstairs together much later, after cleaning up in the practice room sink with paper towels, moving in a shared, exhausted haze. The building was asleep. In the narrow hallway, their shoulders brushed, a conscious, steady point of contact.
They stopped at the door to their room. The small room with two beds four feet apart, the masking tape line on the nightstand, the monument to their separation.
They looked at the two separate beds. Then at each other.
“So…” Asa said, her voice dry. “Which side of the tape are we on?”
Anna didn’t hesitate. She reached down, found the end of the masking tape on the nightstand, and peeled it off in one long, clean pull. The rrriip sounded final in the quiet room. She crumpled the tape into a small, sticky ball and dropped it into the wastebasket.
“Mine,” she said, sitting on the edge of her bed by the window. “My bed’s better.”
Asa leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms. “Your bed is the same bed.”
“My bed has the window.”
“You’re really going to be insufferable about this,” Asa said, but there was no heat in it, only a fond exhaustion.
Anna looked up at her, and the expression on her face was a new thing—soft and sharp and certain, all the contradictions they housed finally settling into place. “Always.”
Asa looked at her for a long, quiet moment. Then she pushed off the doorframe and crossed the four feet of floor—the same charged distance they had measured and guarded for three weeks—and sat beside her on the bed.
The small room held them. Two girls on one bed. The four-foot gap, finally closed. From two rooms down, the muffled sound of someone laughing at a phone video. The old building creaked around them. Outside the window, Seoul glittered, indifferent and alive.
Neither of them slept for a long time. But for the first time, it wasn’t because they were pretending.
***
The next morning, the kitchen was a symphony of controlled chaos. Bacon sizzled. Rice cookers steamed. Sooin was arguing with Ruka over the last yogurt.
Asa and Anna came downstairs together. Not holding hands. Not making eye contact. But they entered the room at the same time, their steps synchronized. Their shoulders were close, almost touching. And Anna was wearing a black hoodie, oversized and slightly frayed at the cuffs, the fabric straining across her shoulders in a way her own perfectly tailored clothes never did. It was distinctly, undeniably, streetwear.
It was Asa’s.
Ahyeon, mid-bite of a kimbap roll, froze. Her eyes tracked from the hoodie to Anna’s face, to Asa’s carefully neutral expression, and back to the hoodie. Slowly, she put her chopsticks down. She turned her head, millimeter by millimeter, to meet Gawon’s gaze.
Gawon had seen it. Her eyes were wide, her body vibrating like a tuning fork. She looked at the hoodie, then at Ahyeon, her mouth forming a silent, ‘Oh.’
A ripple went through the room. One by one, every member stopped what they were doing. Rami’s spoon hovered over her soup. Pharita slowly lowered her coffee mug. Ella’s toast remained unturned in the pan, beginning to smoke. The silence was profound, deafening, vibrating with the sheer force of nine people not screaming.
Anna, seemingly oblivious, glided to the table and sat down. Asa went to the coffee machine. She poured two mugs: one black Americano, one with a careful pour of milk and two sugars. She brought them both to the table, setting the sweetened one in front of Anna without a word. Their fingers brushed during the handoff. Neither flinched.
Ahyeon opened her mouth, a thousand questions visibly erupting behind her eyes.
“Don’t,” Asa said calmly, not even looking at her as she took her own seat.
Ahyeon’s mouth snapped shut.
A beat of pulsing, unbearable quiet.
Gawon, unable to contain it a second longer, whispered, “So… should I cancel the bet, or—?”
Anna took a serene sip of her coffee, then lifted her eyes. They were clear, calm, and held a glint of familiar, teasing steel. “What bet?”
Ahyeon kicked Gawon under the table. “NOTHING!”
Under the table, hidden from view, Asa’s hand found Anna’s knee. Anna’s free hand drifted down and covered it, her fingers lacing through Asa’s.
Across the kitchen, the members exchanged a series of frantic, silent looks. Smiles were bitten back. Eyes sparkled with triumphant, gleeful mischief. Sooin quietly picked up her burning toast from the pan and dropped it into the sink.
It was going to be a long, wonderful, absolutely insufferable month.
Curiosity can be both a blessing and a curse during the teenage years. Young adults, driven by a desire for adventure and excitement, often feel confident enough to explore new experiences. When this curiosity fuels enthusiasm and ambition for their future, it becomes a true blessing. However, it can take a risky turn if they fall into the trap of sexual curiosity. The choices and risks teenagers take during this phase can profoundly shape their lives—for better or worse. Sadly, in your case, the outcome was the latter.
You were thrown into parenthood much earlier than you had anticipated when your girlfriend got pregnant before turning twenty. Without your families' help, you experienced many difficulties in the first year after deciding to live together. You took on demanding work schedules, frequently putting in more than ten hours a day, seven days a week, since you were determined to support your pregnant partner and unborn kid. But eventually, your persistence paid off. You and your family were able to pull yourself out of poverty and to the point where you no longer required outside help after years of suffering. You overcame the difficulties and strengthened your family's foundation by being strong and determined.
Both your girlfriend’s parents and your own family attempted to reconnect with you over the years, but you chose to decline their efforts, just as they had turned their backs on you in the past. You had built your family from the ground up, relying solely on each other, and collectively decided to sever ties with your ancestors, forging a new path forward.
Over the past two decades, your only child has grown into a remarkable young woman. Blessed with striking beauty and a graceful presence, she inherited the finest qualities from both of you. Athletic, community-oriented, and full of charm, she has become a well-known figure in the neighborhood, admired by many. Her radiant personality and angelic demeanor have made her the object of affection for countless young men in the area. However, your daughter, raised with a strong sense of independence and self-worth, has been busy gracefully turning down suitors one after another. You instilled in her the importance of learning from your past mistakes, and she has embraced your guidance, understanding that your advice comes from a place of love and protection.
"Hi, Dad!" Your daughter, your only child Yujin Ahn, says in a cheery and bright voice.
"Good morning, sweetie!"
Her enthusiasm is so contagious that you can't help but smile when you see her in the morning. She gladly sits down at the breakfast table after giving her mother a quick kiss.
Over the years, your girlfriend—now your wife—and you decided not to have another child after Yujin. This was a deliberate choice, as you both wanted to focus all your love, attention, and resources on raising her to the best of your abilities. By dedicating yourselves to her, you were able to provide her with everything she needed and guide her carefully, ensuring she learned from your past mistakes and built a life full of promise and opportunity.
You pictured a wonderful family situation. It's something you'd normally see in dramas or flicks. However, after all of your difficulties, this is an ideal setting for you and your family.
"How's school, my sweetie?" You asked as you took a sip of your morning coffee.
"I'm fine. A new semester has begun, but I believe I am doing well. I was able to understand every lesson for every topic, and I believe I am doing well in co-curricular activities as well..." she said cheerfully.
"I know you'll never slack off on your studies, sweetheart..." Your wife responded, "However, I want you to know that whatever results you achieve, I and your father will always be proud of you; always strive to be the best version of yourself and get back up whenever you fail."
"Enough mothering," you murmured. "I'm sure Yujin-nie knows how much we love her. How about your romantic life, sweetie?"
Yujin was unconcerned. "Love life?" she asks, jokingly. "Can I eat that thing?"
"AHAHAHAH! I see. Still, rejecting suitors? That's a piece of good news to me!" You also replied jokingly.
"C'mon Dad. I know what I am doing. I have my standards and no one has passed yet." Yujin replied confidently.
“Woah… If that is true, then those standards are seriously high…” You answered.
“Mom once told me to look for someone like you, Dad. Someone responsible and will do anything for someone for his family.” Yujin confessed. “That is what she often told me since I was a kid…”
“You’re too sweet, but I won’t increase your allowance for today because of those sweet praises HAHAHA!”
“BUT IT’S TRUE! MOM, DAD WON’T BELIEVE ME!”
"Let him be. I trust you, sweetie," Your wife quotes. “You’re still young and you’ll meet more suitors soon…”
"Don't worry mom. I am not interested in relationships yet. Your love is enough for me right now and I don't think I need to push myself since I've got two loving parents by my side!" Yujin cheerfully replies as she finishes her meal and scrambles for her stuff, preparing to depart for school. “I need to go right now or I'll be late for my first class!”
"Okay, sweetie. Always remember not to break your parents' trust. Take care today!"
"Yes, mom!"
The door noisily slams as the young adult clumsily rushes out.
"Our sweetie... She's growing fast. She's already an adult! She's now older than me when I had her in my pregnancy!"
"I can't believe that time flew so fast. Everything happened in a snap. At least our sweetie had overcome our struggle before we became our twenties. She's developing into an independent woman and I see a bright future for her." You replied as your wife clings to your arms.
"Thanks for staying with me, honey… I will not be able to raise her well without your help." Your wife softly whispered.
"Thank you too, for believing in me all these years. Now, we are starting to see the fruit of our hard work…" You kissed her on the forehead as a goodbye. "I should be on my way to work too!"
"Take care, honey!"
The day finishes as usual. Your family finished dinner and as usual, as Yujin went to sleep, your wife turned into your personal pornstar.
"Ugh... yeah... Fuck me more... yes honey please..." Moans surround the room as you pound on her mature body. "Fuck... your skills in bed never faded... ugh fuck me, honey!"
*PLOKK, PLOKK, PLOKK*
*SQUEAK, SQUEAK, SQUEAK*
The sound of a squeaking bed, the lustful noises, and the music of two bodies hitting each other kept on going each night surrounded the room. This is your way of solidifying your relationship with your spouse. It was true that couples who always have sex tend to stay longer and have a healthier relationship.
But it wasn't only the two of you who wanted to have a healthy relationship. Despite the ongoing session, your eyes landed on the room's door, figuring out it wasn't locked. A small gap leaks your sensual noises, but the second time you look at it, the door is already closed.
The weekend has come. You woke up too late and stayed at home instead. It seems like the girls weren't home. Decided to be absent from work, you toured yourself in the house, looking for something to do. Maybe fix broken parts of the house, clean a bit, father stuff. Passing through your daughter's room, the same curiosity you felt during your adolescence seems to crawl within your nerves again.
You thought maybe it was all fatherly instincts, but to ease your mind, you decided to invade your daughter's privacy by barging into her room, trying to check for anything that Yujin might be hiding against your backs.
Scanning the room from corner to corner, it was not that clean but also not too messy. A room to be expected for a college student. Yujin was responsible enough to fix her room but recent tight schedules caused her to miss it a bit.
"Daddy!" Suddenly you felt warm. A pair of arms snared your frame around and a familiar voice was heard. "What is my handsome dad doing here in my room?"
It was Yujin.
You turned around to greet her back, only to be greeted with a kiss on your lips before you could react. Stunned by your daughter's act, your body turned its autopilot.
Suddenly, you felt nervous upon realizing how charismatic your daughter is. Looking back, everyone sees Yujin as she is, a cute, loving, and active daughter of yours. But upon seeing her up close, Yujin’s growth as a woman and her assets started registering in your mind.
The fluffiness of her front humps as she hugs your body tightly causing your self-control to shut down and admire their softness. Your eyes constantly observe your daughter’s attractive physique, as Yujin wears more casual but tight clothing indoors. She was wearing a sleeveless, brown and tight top which highlights her body shape, and white shorts, showcasing her plump thighs and fair body skin. You can also smell her sweet, arousing scent as she hugs you with her long, slender arms that are covered with a smooth, silky pair of striped arm guards which gives the tease of trying to hide her alluring armpits. That’s only when you notice how sexually inviting your only child is.
"Aaahh..." Your throat subconsciously released a silent, submissive, uncontrolled hum due to the intense sexual turn-on you were feeling.
“Dad?”
"Oh... sweetie! Why are you home this early?" You tried brushing off what you felt.
She just greeted me with a kiss and nothing is wrong with that, right? You thought.
"We only have half days during weekends." She answers as she sticks her body out.
She wasn’t letting go of your torso all this time, thus granting you extra seconds to indulge and enjoy yourself with her heavenly figure. You were able to feel the squishiness of her front as she hugged your body for quite some time. Realizing how hot your daughter has become, you cannot help but savor the comforting feeling her embrace gives.
You were silent the whole time as you do not want to miss a bit of Yujin's hug. It does not take long for your member to harden as you enjoy your daughter’s company. Upon realizing that your organ now touches Yujin’s innocent body, you quickly retreat, hoping that your daughter did not notice anything weird. She wasn't letting go for some reason but you managed to get off her snare before your self control wore off.
This is not right. You better stop fantasizing about your daughter.
You thought as you snapped out.
"Hey, Dad! Is there something wrong?" Yujin wondered about your unusual reaction. You awkwardly left the room without any response. Your eyes then landed on a tent formed within your shorts. You quickly bid goodbye as you walked out of her room.
C'mon, you can't be hard in front of my child, referring to your erected shaft, denying yourself from seeing your daughter as an actual woman. You swallowed, realizing you have one of those erections that would not go away till you deal with it.
The dark swiftly came. You hardly leave your room that day because your thoughts are still muddled by Yujin's previous approach. Your body feels extremely hot as it recalls its skinship moments with Yujin earlier. Sweat forms on your skin despite it not being a hot day as a response to your unwavering dirty thoughts. You felt irritated, sexually frustrated, and puzzled about the reasons why you enjoyed your own daughter’s flirtatious act. No, she did not intentionally seduce you, it was her natural charisma that charmed the man inside her father.
Looking for ways to ease your frustration, you then prepare to go to the shower to cool down and wash away your sinful ideas. Your mind was too busy trying to forget what happened when you noticed a towel left outside the entrance of the shower space before hearing a familiar hum inside it. You recognized the voice in the shower room as well as the bathing towel left outside the door. You also remember that there were only two people present in this household at the moment.
Out of sheer curiosity, you take a peek to confirm your hypothesis. You were right, it was your daughter all along, washing herself under the pouring, cold water. You were immediately hypnotized by the scenery inside the bathroom.
Her naked body drenched under the artificial drizzle makes her pristine skin sparkle under the light, as if she was a goddess while she bathes.
Her body’s seductive shape was way more attractive than her mother’s which instantly captivated your carnal aggression and made you forget that she was your own daughter at once. With the curves and plumpness of her meat, her body seemed to be sculpted by the majestic hands of the gods. Her firm busts were in a perfect size, detailed with light brown areolas and perky nipples that stiffened as her hand scrubs them slowly under the shower. Her round and large fat ass cheeks can definitely take a beating, it's impossible not to imagine them being slapped and kneaded. Her armpits, as well as her well-built torso, were mysteriously attractive as they direct your gaze on them. As it was glazed with water, her hypnotic thighs which you often see when she wears shorts, were shown on full display. They look tight, Yujin’s untainted skin made them look appetizing. The seductive sight you've witnessed torments your sanity, as you were on the verge of ceding control and surrendering to your primal instincts. Her beddable fit had you glancing at her magnetizing shape. Combined with her youthful beauty, these assets would make any man bow and worship her, even her own father.
More minutes have gone by and you still stood there motionless, keeping the silence that covers your presence. Up until now, she keeps entertaining your eyes as Yujin gently cleanses her goddess-like body under the dripping water. Her right hand was your guide as it roamed back and forth into several parts of her nude frame. From her back neck to its front, from her lower torso to her thighs, and eventually, it landed on her rich, rigid busts, where she laid on her palms for several moments. She looked internally conflicted for some reason before her face mysteriously puckers out of nowhere and gave off an erratic expression.
“Aaaaghh…” A small whimper came out of her mouth. She then bites her lips and closes her eyes. That’s when you noticed where her left hand was placed.
Her palm rests on her reproductive core. At first you thought she was only scrubbing as she cleans herself, but upon closer observation, it became more apparent what Yujin was actually doing. Your youthful, gorgeous daughter indecently rubs her flower while taking a bath. Her middle and ring fingers slowly knead her core in circles and sequences. She had her right hand pummeling her breasts as the other kept on grinding her lower center. You never expected Yujin to know these things. Instead of getting angry as her dad, you feel delighted upon watching your daughter explore her sexuality. It's your sexual desire that reigns over your fatherly care.
Yujin then sat down on the toilet pan, her thin fingers darting in and out of her body. With her mouth agape, her face was red, her eyes lucid and staring down at her blushing cooze. She fingers herself while swaying her hips against her fingertips. She kept on switching her hands alternately to keep the lingering feeling to last longer.
It was a thrilling performance to watch.
Her palm was nearly a blur across her cherry as her breathing got more unsteady. Suddenly, her frame tightened from head to toe. She bit her lip hard as her orgasm surged against her body. Her juices were steadily pouring over the moist bathroom floor, creating a little pool. After a little while, she simply relaxed and breathed, basking in the glow of her post-orgasmic ecstasy. She turned around and threw her exhausted, uneasy body into the tub.
The majority of her nude frame finally eludes your gaze as your daughter dips back into the bathtub. Despite what is like the ending credits of an amazing erotic movie, you stayed to admire the beauty of Yujin’s post-orgasmic bliss and enjoy her satisfied expressions. Yujin, on the other hand, has no clue that she was being watched. She takes a feel of the cool, refreshing water as she soaks herself into the tub.
“Fuck…” She softly moans as her body continues to appreciate its post-orgasm moments. As a young adult with burning curiosity about her sexuality, her body secretly screams for more. She knew she should handle her lecherous cravings on her own, as she doesn’t have any partner nor a boyfriend at the moment. She couldn’t risk herself into a relationship as she would never let her parents’ expectations down. But just like any other horny woman, she desperately wishes to be pinned down and fucked to heaven just like how her parents do almost every single night. Just by reminiscing the scenes she saw whenever she peeks on her parents’ intimate sessions, her imagination fuels her sensual needs, as her hands swiftly crawled back to her core as preparation for round two.
“This is amazing…” You subconsciously whisper as you are mesmerized by the event. Unfortunately, it seems like your voice loudened as it briefly echoed within the shower room which ultimately attracted your daughter’s attention.
“Is anyone there?” Yujin screamed in surprise.
You did not dare to reply. Instead, you darted back to your room and were successful in concealing the fact that you peeked at your daughter’s self-relieving session.
The night arrived shortly after that, everyone remained silent throughout the dinner. You could not even look your daughter in the eyes and preferred to avoid any conversation or even tiny engagement between the two of you. Despite the shame and guilt that you felt upon peeping on your daughter’s naked body, one fact remains. Deep inside you is a flame you weren't able to extinguish. The burning flame that kept your carnal desire running; instead, it burned you even more as the image of your daughter under the shower wouldn't leave your thoughts for even a second.
"Please, honey, can we fuck?" you begged your wife as you lay down on the bed. You requested your spouse for an intimate session so you could let out your pent-up lust.
"I'm sorry, I can't. I'm too sleepy right now, and I'm not in the mood either. Can we do it tomorrow night?" Your wife promptly fell asleep after rejecting your request. You couldn't sleep and you were frustrated by the fact that your hormones were blazing yet there was no one to calm them down. Struggling to put yourself to sleep, you knew the primary cause of your insomnia. It was your pent-up sexual frustration that needed to be released.
A horny man will go to any length to satisfy his urges. You snuck down to the laundry room in the basement, hoping to find your wife's underwear and use them to fulfill yourself. Unfortunately, they were all gone, and no one knows where they went.
Your body howls internally as if it couldn't hold its sensuous needs, as if it were a werewolf man about to transform.
Desperate to contain your libido, your eyes landed on a pile of used clothes. You immediately knew whose used fabrics are these: They are Yujin's.
You heaved a heavy sigh; although it wasn't the first time you'd masturbated very late at night, it is just that you didn't want to do it while daydreaming about your daughter.
Upon locating your daughter's used underwear, you feast on its fragrance, sniffing each inch of it. Your hunger made it smell fragrant to your senses.
“Fresh pussy of a young adult, they never smell bad huh…"
Indulging yourself in the treasures you found, you took out your phone as you swiftly unzipped your pants. But then, a bit of conscience hits you, forcing yourself to stop lewding your daughter.
“Fuck… I’ll just fap to my wife’s pictures then…”
Aiming to locate your wife's nude pictures in your smartphone’s gallery so you can be able to realign your sanity, you accidentally swiped towards tempting photographs of your daughter, landing on Yujin’s first college day pictures instead. Charmed by the looks and reimagining the scenes you’ve seen upon seeing your daughter naked, your sexual hunger invalidated your conscience. No more thinking twice. You scrolled through Yujin’s photographs. You never found these pictures as hot before, but with your corrupted mind, your imagination mentally strips your daughter of her uniform.
Hypnotized by the beauty that ignited your sexual hunger, you can't stop your body from reacting maniacally toward the image of Yujin. Your mouth was getting filled with saliva as you drooled seeing how sultry your daughter is.
Wanting more pleasure, you wrapped the soft fabric around your aching cock, a small act yet giving you an intense sensation of how they feel around your dick. You got extremely sensitive to pleasure as a result of holding back too much. Putting down the phone on a tabletop, balancing it against the wall as it flashes an evocative image of your daughter, you took another garment from the pile and sniffed it using one hand, while stroking your member with the other hand.
"This is crazy… This is insane! I'm fucking horny for you, Yujin. I wanna fuck you so bad~" You kept on masturbating using the young adult's clothes, repeatedly stroking your shaft with your daughter’s undergarment. "Let me taste you, sweetie. Dad's gonna make you feel really good~~~mmmm… You sexy fuck!" Not wondering how insane you look; your drive is the only thing that matters.
"Yujin, Yujin, Yujin!!!" Murmuring your daughter’s name repeatedly as you jerked off, not holding back your volume as you proceeded with your immoral act. Few more minutes of unyielding sexual rage, you started to feel the anticipation of an upcoming release. Your muscles tense, and you pumped yourself harder as the scent of your daughter's clothes sank deeper into your senses. Not wanting to delay the sensation anymore, your hands unconsciously sped up, as your eyes rolled back and your head threw itself back. It is here.
"OHH MY FUCKING GOD…Here it comes~~~FUCK YOU, YUJIN~~~ HOLY FUCK IT’S SO GOOD! Oooohh~!"
Your juices spew out of your tube, flying randomly towards the air, landing on multiple spots. Your pelvis and thighs had relaxed but aftershocks from the climax caused them to twitch. It feels like the first time you had sex. No, much better. You never craved something like this.
Looking back on the smartphone, drops of cum landed directly on its screen, exactly where Yujin's smiling face was located. Your lips curved into an unsatisfied smile, knowing that you'll never ever be able to replicate such a sensation even having actual sex with your wife. It's incomparable. The thing is, it wasn't even the real Yujin you've fucked tonight. Only her garments. You felt relieved as you were able to finish yourself in a nice, satisfying fashion, but it also saddens you knowing you will not be able to experience the actual person you just have fapped on. Frustrated due to the inability to fuck your female offspring, you grabbed another fabric from the pile. Back to zero, sniffing every inch of it before thinking of doing something ridiculous with it again.
“This is nowhere right…” You remind yourself, trying to deny what you’ve done and trying to keep your mind pure, but you already fell into the deep pit of sexual cravings, the very start of you seeing your child as a woman…
There's your first finish of the night. Just a few minutes after having a post-nut clarity, you find yourself gaining more and more interest in seeing your daughter in another light, causing you to have several rounds of relieving yourself.
You find yourself in the same scenario several nights after what happened. Waiting for the girls to sleep before you move yourself to the basement to release the pent-up lust. Unfortunately, your wife was unable to satisfy your sensual famine. Thus, instead of her helping you out, the emptiness you feel got even worse.
Yujin, on the other hand, was clueless about the weird actions done by her father. She always catches him stealing glances at her. He follows her wherever she goes within the house. When she tries to communicate with him, her dad seems to focus on somewhere else and is unable to hold an eye-to-eye contact and respond properly to her.
Unbeknownst to her, you as her father, your sexual needs and hunger for Yujin swiftly develops. Those moments that Yujin observes were results of you taking peeks at her alluring body, taking your chances to see more of her frame. A lot of times when Yujin is comfortably staying in the house, your eyes delight, seeing her with loose clothing, and if you’re lucky, she wasn’t even wearing any underwear.
Instead of stopping all the erotic desires you have on your child, your cravings just grew bigger and bigger. From time to time, you have to deal with ethical considerations. Knowing that your actions are nowhere appropriate and humane, you struggle between doing the right thing by putting a stop on sexualizing your own child, or just continue satisfying yourself and giving in to the temptation. Your conscience tried to instruct you to do the right action as a father, while your sexual desires say the other.
Throughout the entirety of the week, your raging hormones aren’t giving you proper rest. Your sexual hunger kept you awake most of the time. It is 4:00 AM in the morning when your eyes sprung open. Although time has passed and you have had some sleep, your mind and body are not in good shape. Your body felt it never slept, and your mind believes it was awake the entire time.
Preparing breakfast is the only solution you think might realign your focus for a while. Forcing yourself not to think much about your immoral hobbies, you tried formulating a good breakfast menu in your brain instead. You wanted to go back to being a good father. You wanted to stop whatever wicked and unholy schemes you’ve been doing the past week.
Despite your efforts not to think about your daughter, passing through Yujin’s room is no easy task. Fighting your urges not to try any cheeky acts, you took a deep breath and focused on the hallway. But then, your eyes caught the door’s gap as the said room is left unlocked, allowing you to see a few of its insides. Naughty ideas started piling up within your imagination, gaining the courage to try something different.
“Just a glance will do…” You whispered, thinking that a quick sight of your sleeping daughter will satisfy your curiosity.
The door didn't squeak at all. The lights were off, only the dark, bluish light coming down from the window provides the illumination you need to mobilize within your daughter's place. You moved as quietly as you could.
Upon reaching the sides of the bed, your eyes landed upon the sight of your beautiful daughter's visuals as she slept very soundly. Her charming face, especially her bewitching lips attracts you like a magnet.
You tried taking off your eyes upon the vulnerable Yujin, but your body says otherwise. You quickly forgot about being her father and followed your instincts instead. Unable to control yourself, you stepped closer onto the bed, admiring the woman in front of you and completely failing to remind yourself that she’s your child.
Shoving her hair away from her face, you bent yourself to land a kiss upon the sleeping beauty. Unconsciously, you’ve prolonged the kiss. It turns into something more as your body reacts and your hunger takes over your control. Not just a simple peck or a short smooch, your hand then aids in opening Yujin's mouth before your tongue enters and then it wanders inside. Slurping her lips and violating her kissers, you indulge yourself in maliciously abusing the helpless female.
Eaten by your carnal desires, you unzip your pants, releasing your weapon, stroking your hardened lance as you sip your daughter's mouthy fluids.
"Mmmm… Yujinnie…" You utter as you intrude on your daughter during her slumber.
Noticing Yujin’s body didn't react to everything you've done, your courage grew more as you stepped on the bed without any hesitation.
Still, no movement.
You skipped your daughter's sleeping head with one leg before kneeling in front of her, putting your pelvis just over her face while softly moving her mouth to open. After unlocking enough space for your raging cock to pass through, you thrust without hesitation. Conscience seemed to be absent from your thought process, you plunged your reproductive staff in your daughter's vulnerable mouth without thinking twice.
It’s warm. It’s wet inside. Upon releasing your fingers that control the opening, her lips involuntarily fold in and envelop your staff's perimeter, giving it a nice, soft fit as your cock stays inside of her alluring visuals.
“Oh god. Yujin…” You moaned as your daughter’s soft lips touched the perimeter of your cock. “It’s a shame not to abuse these lips of yours. Allow Dad to enjoy himself for some time, sweetie. You better behave, sweetie…”
Caressing your daughter's face as you tried moving your pelvic area slowly, your cock was sucked through the vacuum of Yujin's lips, aiding the movement as thrust your rod back in. “Oh shit…” You murmured silently. “You’re a natural sucker, sweetie…”
This sexually exciting activity gives your dick a fascinating sensation, your body starts to feel hot as you move your hips carefully in order not to awaken the sleeping beauty. Her soft, plump lips look ravishing as it lightly embraces your shaft each time you sneakily pump over her helpless face.
"Mhmmpft…" Not long after, her susceptible, resting body started its self defense. Yujin felt uncomfortable, causing her body to move and change position. The cock in her mouth prevents her head from shifting towards the other direction, causing your daughter to half-awaken. Seeing her eyes having a hard time opening themselves, you quickly pounce out of the bed before Yujin gains the full consciousness of what is happening. Rushing yourself to fix what you've done; Yujin was able to recognize your presence while she was already semiconscious. Not even able to hide your weapon in time, your hands panicky covered your groin area as Yujin's eyes were half-opened.
"Good morning, Dad…" Yujin murmured. You gave her a smile and a kiss on her forehead. She smiles in return and falls back to sleep. It was time to leave the room and act as if nothing happened.
‘LG Twins! LG Twins!’ The cheer from the stadium is too loud, which can be clearly heard even in the toilet. Sana was invited to attend the match today for the ceremonial first pitch today. However, as soon as the match starts, she secretly goes to the changing room of LG Twins. The jersey she wears is cut specifically to show her waist, the jeans are extra tight to highlight her huge ass.
Sana takes a deep breath, pretending to be calm and opens the door. ‘Is anyone here?’ Sure enough, there is a man waiting here, a director from LG Twins, who sends the invitation to JYP.
"Come on, Sana, let's get started." The man raises the corners of his mouth and shows an evil smile. "What...start?" Sana asked knowingly.
"Of course, I want to enjoy your soft and fragrant body." The man grabs Sana's wrist, pushes her down on the bench without any explanation, then leans down and kisses Sana's lips...
Sana knows that the current situation could not be reversed, so she simply stops resisting and lays down on the bench obediently, raising her neck slightly to receive the man's passionate kiss.
While kissing Sana, the man stretches out his hand to knead the two bulges on Sana's chest. The other hand slips into Sana's jeans and wanders around the top of her thigh.
"Hmm..." Sana couldn't help but hum softly as she feels the stimulation coming from the sensitive parts of her body.
The man's actions become more and more unscrupulous. He pulls away Sana's jersey, bites and sucks on Sana's fair and smooth skin, leaving wet marks. At the same time, his fingers also penetrated Sana's underwear, pressing and teasing Sana's most private parts.
"Ah...ha..." Sana couldn't help but twist her body and her breathing becomes rapid.
"Sana is so sensitive, already emotional right from the beginning." The man raises his head and smiles proudly.
Sana deliberately put on a flirtatious expression, licked her lips and said, "Yes, when I see a strong man like you, I can't help but get wet down there."
"Really? Then I'm going to take good care of that 'little devil' below you." The man pulls down Sana's underwear with great interest and directly swirls the tip of his tongue on her clitoris.
"Oh...ah...no..." Sana was so stimulated that her whole body was numb, but she still keep saying seductive words in her mouth: "Harder...eat me until I am clean...um."
After hearing this, the man really increasedhis strength. His tongue flexibly rolls and licks Sana's core. Occasionally, he would insert the entire length into Sana's vaginal opening and thrust it a few times.
"Ah... it's so deep... I'm going to cum..." Sana screams, and a large amount of semen spurts out from the her clit, pouring into the man's mouth.
"Miss Sana is having some much water, I'm almost drowning." The man says and swallows all of Sana's juice, and once again takes Sana's lower body and sucks wildly.
"No... I… cum... ah -" Sana screams and spurts out spurts of orgasmic semen, all which lands on the man's naked upper body.
"Finally, I thought you were going to gag me." The man licks his lips, then stands up and unzips his pants.
After Sana sees his size clearly, she immediately covers her mouth and widened her eyes - this man's penis is too big and hard, and it seems that her pussy would be red and swollen from being penetrated.
"Don't be afraid, I will enter slowly later." The man pats Sana's head comfortingly, then turns Sana over and kneels her down on the bench.
"Let's start from the back first." The man holds his huge penis against the entrance of Sana's wet pussy, and slowly but powerfully pushed inside.
Sana couldn't help but gasp as she frld the man's hot penis gradually penetrate into her body. "It's so big...you're going to fill me up..." Sana looks back at the man, her eyes blurred and unexplained.
"You're so tight, just like a virgin." The man enjoys the way Sana's cavity walls clamps around his penis, and he couldn't help but growl in pleasure.
Sana shakes her hips and bumps back in time with the man's rhythm. "Ah...go deeper...insert it all the way inside..." Sana is completely immersed in lust, moaning wildly.
"As you wish." The man suddenly straightens his waist, and the entire length of his penis is being inserted into Sana's pussy.
"Oh!!!" Sana screams as she climbs into another orgasm, nectar leaking from the joint and soaking the bench. The man grabs Sana's waist and fucks her without stopping. He penetrates as deep as possible with every thrust, and his huge cock moves in and out of Sana's pussy like a piston, making a slurping sound.
"It feels so good... Harder... Penetrate me... Ah——" Sana is completely lost in the sea of pleasure, just wanting more and more. The man is also so happy that he growls again and again. He pinches Sana's breasts and rubs them with one hand, and penetrates Sana's anus with the other hand, torturing Sana in three ways.
"Oh oh oh...” Sana feels a tingling sensation coming from her anus. Her anal canal was pried open and expanded by the man's fingers, and her tight muscles contracted instinctively, which makes the man feel even more happy.
"The hole in the back of you is also good at sucking " The man laughs.
Sana blushes with embarrassment, but her brain is soon occupied by the pleasure in both holes, and she could only scream loudly.
"Hurry...don't stop...it's coming...ahhhhh-" Sana collapses to the ground after a fierce climax, but the man does not let her go, but accelerates the fucking.
"Oh...I am going to be broken...how can you last so long..." Sana begs in a daze, but couldn't stop herself from catering to the man.
The man stops and looks at Sana with a half-smile: "Don't you like it very much? Why do you want me to stop again?"
"No...I want you..." Sana doesn't know how to express her desire, so she blushes and lowers her head.
"What do you want from me?" The man approachs step by step, licking Sana's ear.
"I want you to...insert me inside...fuck me hard..." Sana yells out these words without any hesitation, just hoping that the man could satisfy her desires.
"As you wish." The man chuckles and startes again. His cock and finger advanced deep into Sana's body at the same time, as if they were about to penetrate Sana.
"Ahhhh - it's so deep... it's about to burst... but... please don't stop..." Sana cries out as her nipples were pinched hard by the man, and a finger was inserted deeply into her anus. The sensitive points on both front and back were extremely stimulated, causing her to reach another climax very quickly.
"Ahhh... I'm going to die..." Sana rolles her eyes, a large amount of transparent juice gushes out from the place of intercourse, making the man's crotch muddy.
However, the man has no intention of stopping at all. He increases the speed of thrusting and says viciously: "You haven't been fucked enough by me yet."
Sana barely struggles to support her upper body, looks at the man and begs for mercy: "I really can't do it anymore... I'm about to be penetrated down there... You..."
The man suddenly leans down and bites Sana's lips, kissing her roughly. At the same time, the movements of his lower body become faster and harder. His huge penis is rubbing in and out of Sana's body, as if he is trying to turn Sana's vagina completely out.
"Um...slow down...I'm going to suffocate..." Sana is almost choked by the kiss, but she couldn't help but respond to the man's manipulation.
The man let go of Sana's lips, raises her chin and stares into her eyes: "You said you want me to slow down, do you want me to stop or do you want me to fuck you slower?"
Sana is stunned for a moment, and then she understands what the man meant, and her face turns red: "Just fuck me more slowly... I can bear it..."
"Very good." The man smiles with satisfaction. He indeed slows down the speed, but the intensity of the fucking increased a lot, and each thrust is as deep as possible.
"Oh...so deep...so comfortable..." Sana moans unconsciously, the nectar gurgling out and forming a clear spring on the man's thigh.
The man is even more proud when he sees this. He grabs Sana's waist and sprints hard. His thick penis quickly moves in and out of Sana's body, making a "slapping" sound.
"You are such a little devil, this pussy is just full of water." The man jokes.
Sana is ashamed, but also excited by the man's vulgar words. She couldn't help but twist her hips to meet the man's manipulation, and at the same time gently rubs her clit with her fingers, hoping to get more pleasure.
"Ahh... faster... I'm cumming..." Sana screams loudly. She feels that her orgasm is approaching, and she is only one step away from reaching the peak of bliss.
The man seems to be aware of Sana's state. He no longer holds back, but thrust with all his strength. His thick penis moves in and out of Sana's body quickly, making a "Gurgling" sound.
"Are you cumming? I'm going to make you feel so good." The man smiles evilly and suddenly accelerates his speed and sprints vigorously, crushing Sana's G-spot with every stroke.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sana screams as she climaxed. Her whole body convulses, and a large amount of nectar squirts out, spraying all over the man.
The man's face is sprayed with Sana's juice, but he didn't feel disgusted at all. Instead, he looks excited. "You're so horny, you squirted like this." The man teases Sana, stroking her smooth back and gently slapping her buttocks.
Sana's cheeks are so red that they are about to bleed. She never thought that she would reach such an orgasm under the gaze of a stranger. But she also feels unprecedented satisfaction and pleasure, as if her entire body was filled.
"Do you still want it? I can continue to serve you." The man whispers in Sana's ear, his voice full of temptation.
Sana shakes her head, but nods immediately. She didn't know how to answer this question. She knows her job is to satisfy the man, and desire makes her unable to resist the man's invitation.
When the man sees this, he doesn't ask any questions. He picks up Sana and turns her around into a missionary position, then kneels between her legs.
"This time I will make you completely happy." The man says as he straightens his back and inserts his penis into Sana's slippery pussy. "Oh..." Sana let out a sigh of relief. She raises her head and closes her eyes, letting the pleasure engulf her.
The man starts a new round of fucking. His movements are more powerful and rougher than before. Each thrust penetrates to the deepest point, crushing Sana's G-spot hard. At the same time, he keeps changing his rhythm, sometimes slowly, and sometimes he sprintes straight to the cervix.
"Do you like this position? I feel your vagina is sucking me tightly." The man teases while fucking.
Sana blushes with embarrassment. She knows that she must look very lustful now, but she doesn't care about it anymore and just screams loudly along with the rhythm of the man's fucking.
Sana is completely lost in the ecstasy of sex. She only knows how to follow the man's fucking and desperately wants him to penetrate deeper and faster.
"Oh... it's going to break... you inserted it too deep..." Sana cried, she could clearly feel the man's thick and long penis moving in and out of her body, and every time it was inserted as deep as possible...
The man doesn't care about this. He grabs Sana's waist and accelerates the speed. His huge penis quickly slams into Sana's body, making a "slap" sound. "I just want to see you crying and begging for mercy." The man growls, and his breathing gradually becomes heavier.
Sana couldn't bear it any longer, and she cries loudly with tears streaming down her face: "I'm cumming... Hurry up... faster..." The man fucks her more violently as if he is allowed to do so. His penis rushes wildly inside Sana, reaching the deepest point every time. Sana's womb was being hit again and again, and the pleasure sweeps over her like a tide, and soon she reaches another climax.
"Ah——!" Sana screames and bites the man's shoulder. Her whole body convulses, and a large amount of nectar squirt out again, covering the man's body.
The man is aroused by Sana's sudden attack. He growls and accelerates the speed of thrusting. His penis is rubbing rapidly inside Sana's body, and he is about to reach climax. As soon as Sana recovers from the afterglow of her climax, she was pushed up to a higher mountain by the man's wild fucking again.
Sana could clearly feel the man's thick penis thrusting deeper and deeper into her body, reaching her most sensitive sex center. She couldn't help but scream: "Don't...I’m going to break..."
However, the man ignores her cries. He grabs Sana's breasts and squeezes them hard. At the same time, he speeds up and fucks her hard. "I'm going to cum, are you ready?" the man grows, his voice a little hoarse.
Sana's reason has long since disappeared, and she just wants to pursue more and stronger pleasure. So she leaves a deep tooth mark on the man's shoulder, and at the same time twistes her hips to cooperate with the man's manipulation. "Cum in me...give it all to me..." Sana screames loudly. She could feel the man's thick penis swelling inside her body, as if it is about to spurt out in the next moment.
Sure enough, the man suddenly increased his speed, thrusting his long and thick penis rapidly inside Sana's body, hitting the G-spot hard with every thrust. Sana's senses were completely amplified at this time, and every groan and every gasp of the man turned into overwhelming pleasure and hit her.
"Oh——!" The man yells. He holds Sana's waist and penetrates deeply. His thick penis is completely immersed in Sana's body. Then a stream of hot semen shoots out and pours into Sana's womb.
Sana is also stimulated by the burning heat and reaches another climax. Her whole body is convulsing, and only broken moans are left in her mouth.
The man slowly pulls out his still erect penis, and a large amount of white turbid liquid flows out of Sana's slightly open clit, staining the bench underneath her.
Sana is a little dazed in the afterglow of orgasm, but when the man's penis is pulled out, she immediately wakes up. Sana looks at the penis that is still erected and covered with her own bodily fluids, and feels a strong desire for possession. She couldn't help but stick out her tongue and lick it gently, and then takes the entire glans in her mouth.
"Well... what a slut..." The man chuckles, but does not stop Sana's movement. He reaches out and strokes the back of Sana's head, guiding her to start cleaning up the results of his recent victory.
Sana moans seductively while licking every inch of her sex with her tongue. This scene is so erotic that the man couldn't help but sigh.
At the same time, the man does not let go of his attack on Sana. He continues to knead Sana's red and swollen breasts, and occasionally pinches the cherry at the top, causing Sana to gasp repeatedly.
"Ah... don't..." Sana still has half of his penis in her mouth, and the sounds from her mouth naturally turns into indistinct moans. But this sound is supremely beautiful music to a man's ears.
The man increases his intensity, rubbing Sana's breasts vigorously with his palms, and his penis moves back and forth into Sana's mouth, pushing into the depth of her throat from time to time. Sana feels like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, with every part of her body being controlled by men. But she doesn't hate this feeling.
Sana's mouth is completely filled with the cock, but it was not enough to satisfy her. She swallows the huge thing harder, trying to take it all into her mouth.
When the man sees this, he doesn't stop her. He holds the back of Sana's head and thrusts his penis straight into Sana's mouth until it reaches the depths of her throat. Sana's saliva mixes with the previous body fluids, forming patches of foam between the entrance and exit of the genitals.
"Oh...it feels so good...your little mouth is really good at sucking..." The man couldn't help but growl, Sana's deep throat gives him great pleasure. Sana's mouth is narrow, moist, and hot, and Sana's tongue is very good at licking. All of this makes the man go crazy. So, the man no longer cares about Sana's feelings. He grabs Sana's hair and thrust his penis into her mouth quickly. His thick penis rubs in Sana's throat, and he soon reaches another climax.
"I'm going to cum... Just take it..." The man growls. When his penis is inserted to the deepest, he cums a large amount of hot semen, all pours into Sana's esophagus.
Sana choked and coughed from the sudden ejaculation, but she still managed to swallow most of it. She is not able to breathe until the man pulled out his genitals.
There is white liquid hanging from the corner of Sana's mouth, and there is a hint of longing in her eyes as she looks at the man.
Sana's eyes tell the man that she wanted to be creampied. But time is limited, and their game must end before others come back.
So the man leans down, bites one of Sana's earlobes, and whispers: "Wait for me, I will love you very much until midnight... According to the contract, you are my fuck toy until 12…"
After hearing the man's words, Sana's eyes immediately filled with water. The two spends a crazy afternoon in the locker room. When the whistle is blowed, the men is already dressed and ready to leave. Sana beside him is a little distracted. Although she is dressed as she came, the slightly bulging shape of her abdomen indicates some unusual condition.
On the way, the man asks Sana in a low voice: "Are you still feeling comfortable with my semen?" Sana nods shyly. Her womb is still filled with the man's semen, and she could feel the warm swaying in her body when she walks.
The man smiles. He pats Sana's butt and whispers, "There will be something better later... We will continue when we get to the hotel." Sana couldn't help but shivers when she hears it, but she doesn't refuse. It’s just another job.
At the filming site of "Time to Twice: Death Note", after an entire day of fierce game, the members of TWICE put away their makeup and asked their managers if they could get off work.
Every time a variety show is filmed, there is a punishment for the loser of the day's game, which is to become the staff's cumdump after the filming is over to thank them for their efforts.
Unfortunately, Chaeyoung is the toilet today. She was planning to date her boyfriend Zion. T after getting off work, but it seems she must first fulfill her responsibilities as a cum dump and avoid being discovered by her boyfriend.
"Ah... Chaeyoung, you performed great today~ But because you lost, you have to stay!" Tzuyu winked at Chaeyoung mischievously.
"Yes, yes...I know." Chaeyoung lowered her head, with a bit of embarrassment on her face.
The other members of TWICE looked at each other and smiled, then left the set and went home to rest. Chaeyoung was left alone in the empty waiting room.
Chaeyoung took out her phone and checked the time - her boyfriend would be arriving to pick her up for dinner in half an hour. But now she must fulfill the punishment task of being the loser, becoming the staff's toilet, using her body to thank the staff for their hard work.
Chaeyoung took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and put on a pair of black stockings to make her legs look longer.
"Dong, dong, dong -" there was a knock on the door, and it was the staff who came in.
Chaeyoung immediately knelt down on the ground obediently, raised her head, and said with a smile: " Hello staff, I am Chaeyoung, today's cumdump. Which part of me do you want to use?"
The head of the staff looked at Chaeyoung and said with a smile: " Chaeyoung is dressed very beautifully today, but since you are our slut, please take off your clothes. "
Chaeyoung nodded slightly. In an instant, Chaeyoung was naked in front of everyone, wearing nothing but black stockings.
"Wow, this black stocking suits you so well!" The staff members exclaimed and gathered around, caressing Chaeyoung's beautiful legs in black stockings, and gently pressing her delicate private parts from time to time.
" Well ... thank you for your compliments ... I… I will do my best to meet your needs ... Please feel free to enjoy my body ..." Chaeyoung said softly with a blushing face, holding herself in her hands Breasts, letting the staff's fingers roam around her body.
At this moment, Chaeyoung's cell phone suddenly vibrated, and the caller ID was her boyfriend.
"Eh-" Chaeyoung screamed, quickly turned off the vibrate mode, and then held her phone tightly. She is currently serving the staff. If her boyfriend knows that she has done such a shameful thing on the set of a variety show, he will definitely be angry!
"What's wrong, Chaeyoung? What's the matter?" The staff noticed Chaeyoung's reaction and asked with concern.
Chaeyoung shook her head and said: " No, it's okay ... someone just called me ... I-I won't let other things affect your enjoyment ... Please continue to enjoy my body ..."
After Chaeyoung finished speaking, she relaxed and returned to her role as a slut. One of the staff members took off his pants and pointed his erect penis directly at Chaeyoung. Chaeyoung crawled over knowingly, took the thick penis in her mouth, and began to swallow it up and down. At the same time, another staff member kneaded the two breast peaks on Chaeyoung's chest, making them change into various shapes.
"Ah... it feels so comfortable... Chaeyoung's little mouth is so good... it makes me almost cum..."
Chaeyoung's mouth was full and she couldn't answer at all. She just sucked the cock in her mouth harder, her tongue lingering between the sensitive crown and glans. At the same time, she did not forget to twist her waist and rub the genitals of another staff member with her labia.
"Chaeyoung, you're wet down there...can't you wait to be fucked?"
Chaeyoung heard the movements behind her and hurriedly increased the speed of her little hands, hoping to help the man in front of her reach climax, and then let the man behind her love her. Unfortunately, she miscalculated. As the man in front of her roared, streams of hot liquid poured directly into her throat, forcing her to slow down to avoid suffocation.
" Ahem...oooo..." Chaeyoung finally swallowed the white semen in her mouth. Before she could take a breath, the cock from behind was inserted into her heart mercilessly.
"Ah——!!" Chaeyoung raised her head and screamed, the nectar couldn't stop flowing out, wetting the black silk on her inner thighs. When the man in front of her saw this, his penis that had just softened after ejaculation became hard again. He held Chaeyoung's hair and forced her to take his penis into her mouth again.
At this time, another men took off his pants, rubbed his erect penis against her anus.
"Uh...wu...don't, it can't work there..." Chaeyoung let out a broken plea, but in exchange for the man behind her, he thrust more fiercely, and every impact pushed the cock deeper into her mouth.
The two men looked at each other and at the same time forcefully inserted their genitals into Chaeyoung's two holes and started crazy piston movements.
All three holes in Chaeyoung's body were filled, and the huge pleasure almost pushed her to the edge of collapse. She could only barely stay awake, licking the cock in her mouth and back one after another, and holding two penises in her hand to move up and down.
"Ah... Chaeyoung's mouth and ass are so comfortable... We are going to cum inside you..."
"I can't help it anymore...get ready to catch my cum!"
Chaeyoung heard the man's warning and tried hard to avoid it, but the man in front held her head down, and the man behind pushed her in hard, completely blocking her escape route. So, in the next second, three streams of hot liquid spurted out at the same time, filling Chaeyoung's mouth, vagina and ass.
"Gulu...Gulu..." Chaeyoung weakly swallowed the smelly white cum in her mouth, but a large amount still overflowed from her mouth and flowed to her chin and neck. The semen of the latter two people was poured directly into her body, and her belly quickly swelled.
"Chaeyoung's belly has grown a lot, no wonder it leaks~" the men onlookers joked, some took out their cocks and masturbated, while others couldn't wait to join the gangbang.
"Chaeyoung, have you rested? We still have many staffs who want to fuck you~"
"Yes... I have rested... Please continue to enjoy my body..." Chaeyoung lay on the ground, raising her butt high, as if she was ready for them to take advantage of.
Upon seeing this, the staff immediately swarmed over. Some held Chaeyoung's waist and penetrated her body again, while others penetrated her ass. Some stood in front and let her lick their genitals. Some people grabbed her hands and used them up and down ...
Chaeyoung was completely occupied, every available hole was filled to the brim. Her whole body was shaking like convulsions, but she was still trying her best to please everyone who penetrated her.
"Ah... Chaeyoung's pussy is so tight and hot... I'm going to cum..."
"Chaeyoung, it feels so good...I want to cum in your mouth too..."
"Me too...I want to cum in Chaeyoung's ass...fill her up..."
The staff's urgings came one after another, and soon several more people ejaculated into Chaeyoung's body. Her belly became more and more distended, as if she were pregnant. But this is far from over. A new man takes over the old position and continues to violate every inch of Chaeyoung's skin.
" Oh ... so many ... too many ... I really can't bear it ..." Chaeyoung cried and begged for mercy, but the staff did not let her go, but punished her harder for lying.
"You little bitch, you obviously like to be gang-banged, don't you? Look at the water from your pussy flowing everywhere!" The man mocked, and then he thrust hard again.
"Ahhhh——!!"
Chaeyoung screamed and reached her climax, but what followed was an even more violent attack. The staff seemed to be stimulated and attacked more fiercely than before.
"It seems that our little tiger is being fucked very well~ Then let us cum a little more and fill your belly with our seeds!"
"Yes, you are so beautiful, and your figure is so sexy, we just can't help but want to take possession of you!"
The staff used all kinds of insulting words and behaviors towards Chaeyoung curiously. They not only wanted to conquer her physically, but also completely destroyed her mentally.
"Don't...don't cum anymore...I really can't bear it..." Chaeyoung begged, but she was only greeted with more violations and humiliation.
" Can't stand it? I think you are dissatisfied with your desires! Look, the water below you keep flowing, just like a bitch! " After saying that, the man behind her slapped Chaeyoung hard, on her snow-white buttocks, leaving red palm prints on it.
"Woof woof..." Chaeyoung was so slapped that she lost all her senses and subconsciously started barking like a dog. The man behind her excitedly increased his strength and fucked her like a real bitch.
Seeing this, other staff members followed suit. They kneaded Chaeyoung's breasts and nipples, turning her into a real "cow"; others grabbed her ankles, folded her into a V shape, and inserted her from above. Her vagina makes her look more like a pussy than a human being.
"Ahh... woof woof..."
Under this extreme humiliation and torture, Chaeyoung's consciousness gradually blurred, but the flow of juice under her body never stopped. She could no longer tell whether it was physical pleasure or psychological humiliation that was dominant. She only knew that she was unknowingly indulged in this group sex feast.
"It seems that our Miss Chaeyoung has accepted her identity~" the men teased, speeding up their thrusts.
" Woof woof ... woof woof ... Master ... please enjoy my body ... I am your exclusive doggy ..." Chaeyoung murmured, looking at one stick after another with blurred eyes. A penis moving in and out of one's own mouth.
Her voice had become hoarse and broken, but the resignation and desire in her tone became more and more obvious. The staff were greatly encouraged after hearing this, and the intensity of the attack became a little stronger.
"Miss Chaeyoung is such a naughty bitch, we must make you pregnant with our seed!"
"That's right, let's burst Chaeyoung's belly completely so that she will always remember this day!"
After Chaeyoung heard this, instead of feeling scared, she became excited. She began to suck the cock in her mouth harder, and her hands worked harder on the other ones, for fear that someone would reach climax before someone ejaculated inside her.
For a moment, the room was filled with the moans and heavy breathing of men and Chaeyoung, and the lewd scene was like hell. However, for Chaeyoung at this moment, this is paradise in her heart.
At this moment, Chaeyoung suddenly felt the person behind her speed up, and then a stream of heat shot into her body. Then the second and third one reached climax one after another, spreading their own seeds into Chaeyoung's body.
" Ah ... it's so deep ..." Chaeyoung closed her eyes and enjoyed the aftermath of her orgasm. She couldn't even tell who the semen belonged to.
"Okay, it's time to change." The man in front pulled out his penis, and the other man immediately took his place. The man who had ejaculated behind Chaeyoung just now stepped aside and played with Chaeyoung's breasts and private parts with the others.
Chaeyoung felt that her vagina and anus were filled with different cocks again, but by this time she was already used to this extreme feeling of fullness. She took the initiative to raise her breasts to meet the man's touch, and her slender legs were wrapped around the waist of the man who was fucking her, squirming like a snake.
"Good child, we will take good care of you." The staff gently stroked Chaeyoung's hair, as if comforting a well-behaved pet.
" Woof woof ... thank you, master ..." Chaeyoung showed a grateful expression, with only the desire for cock in her eyes. She was completely immersed in this crazy gang rape feast and forgot about the date with her boyfriend and even herself. She now has only one identity - the exclusive doggy sex slave of the production staffs.
Chaeyoung's moans kept echoing in the studio. Her body was covered with large and small hickeys and fingerprints. Her nipples stood high, and her labia were opened by being fucked, revealing a muddy inside. However, there was no pain in her expression, only extreme comfort and satisfaction.
" Ah ... Masters ... Chaeyoung wants more ..." Chaeyoung moaned, actively twisting her buttocks to match the man's thrusts. Her belly was already swollen and filled with semen from different men. But this was far from enough to satisfy her thirst for sex.
"Our little bitch has a big appetite~" the man teased, increasing the force, hitting Chaeyoung's womb with every blow.
" Woof woof ... yes ... Chaeyoung wants more ... Masters, please give it to me ..." Chaeyoung said incoherently, her mind already overwhelmed by sexual desire.
In this way, Chaeyoung kept climaxing under the men's repeated fuck. Under Chaeyoung's tireless demands, every staff member on the set cummed at least two or three times. Until the last stick of incense burned out, the staff on the set were so tired that they lay on the ground panting, unable to erect anymore.
"Please ... I still want..." Although Chaeyoung's whole body was sore from being fucked, her sexual desire has not diminished at all, and she is still looking for a cock that can still erect. She crawled in front of each man and worked hard to peel off their loose foreskin with her hands or mouth, trying to find one or two fairly hard cocks to continue serving.
"Masters...give me a little more..." Chaeyoung crawled towards the nearest man, trying to swallow his weak lower body. But no matter how hard she tried, the man couldn't get any harder.
It's a pity that these staff members have been completely drained by Chaeyoung. No matter how she teases them, their cocks can only barely lift their heads and soon become soft again.
"Woof woof...please, masters...give me a little more...I still want..." Chaeyoung raised her butt and spun around in front of the men, but she only received a burst of ridicule.
"What should I do... it won't work anymore... I haven't been fed yet..." Chaeyoung muttered aggrievedly, looking at the male staff who were still young and fit, and holding the men's genitals up and down with her small hands, trying to inject some life into them.
" I can't do it anymore ... You can find someone else ..." One of them said helplessly. It seemed that he could no longer meet Chaeyoung's needs.
Chaeyoung kept twisting her body, serving each cock with her mouth and hands, trying to tease them to get hard again. However, no matter how hard she tried, those limp cock could not be brought back to life.
" Chaeyoung, we are really tired. Can we play with you next time? " Another person also said.
Facing everyone's rejection, Chaeyoung seemed a little disappointed. But she didn't stop there. Instead, she crawled up to the male staff who were not yet involved and looked at them expectantly.
"Then...can you...?" she asked carefully.
"Sorry, I can't do it either." The man sighed, "We really can't keep up with your pace."
Just like that, Chaeyoung glanced at everyone present one by one, and got the same answer.
"What should I do...I still want..." Chaeyoung looked down sadly at her private parts, which were still muddy, and cum seemed to be flowing out from there. She longed for a new cock to enter it and fill the void within it.
In the end, Chaeyoung was left playing with the weak cocks around her. She seemed completely immersed in her fantasy and had forgotten everything about the outside world.
