Tags: Bdsm, Choking sex, sex toys, Sub female, masochist, Edging.
Lengths : 5k words.
Something I hate is those who break the rules.
"Miss…? Who's your name? Your so beautiful, dear "
"My name... Is Seol Yoona from Nmixx, Sir but you can call me Sullyoon."
Sullyoon's blush deepened to a shade of crushed roses, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her dress as she dipped into a practiced bow.
The way her lips lingered on the syllables of her stage name—soft, almost reverent—made my fingers twitch against the tablecloth.
The manager—balding, —guided Sullyoon toward the empty chair beside mine with a grip too tight to be gentle. Her fingers twitched in his grasp, knuckles paling under the pressure as he deposited her like a wrapped gift onto the plush seat.
"Our Sullyoon is a kind and hardworking girl," he announced, voice artificially bright. "Please take care of our girl, Sir." His smile stretched thin enough to split.
I looked at the manager with a nod of my eye, I told him to leave the two of us. Adam's apple bobbed violently before he bowed—too deep, too fast—and scurried backward like a crab retreating from a predator.
The door clicked shut with finality, sealing us in a silence thick enough to drown in.
I remember Mr. Lee once saying.
Try to smile at others, so that the atmosphere is not tense. Made them comfortable.
So I smiled—the kind that doesn't reach my eyes—and watched Sullyoon's fingers tighten around her clutch purse.
"I didn't expect that besides being beautiful, you were also on time".
Her blush deepened to a shade of crushed roses, spreading down her throat to disappear beneath the scandalous neckline of her dress.
"In fact you are actually very great, coming earlier than the promised time, Sir," she murmured, her voice polished smooth—too smooth—like a trainee's bow before debut evaluations.
"Don't be too formal," I said, tilting my head just enough to catch the nervous dart of her tongue moistening her lips.
"You can call me Sunbae... or Oppa."
She blinked—twice—before her lashes fluttered downward, casting spidery shadows on her cheeks. The pause stretched like caramel between us, sticky and sweet with hesitation.
"Okay..." Her voice was a whisper, barely louder than the clink of silverware. "Oppa ."
The corner of my mouth twitched.
"Better."
I reached for my wineglass, swirling the burgundy liquid lazily. "I heard your group, Nmixx, is made up of talented members from JYP’s agency."
Sullyoon straightened slightly—her spine rigid beneath the thin fabric of her dress—but the tremor in her fingers betrayed her.
"No, Oppa," she murmured, eyes flicking down to her untouched water glass. "We have pass struggle and trained hard to get to this point."
I nodded.
“Can you tell us what you have gone through to get to this point? “
Sullyoon’s fingers traced the rim of her champagne flute—never drinking, just circling the edge with a dancer’s precision. She spoke of fourteen-hour practice sessions, of heels splitting open blisters mid-performance, of swallowing blood from bitten lips during encore stages. Her voice trembled when she recalled their first win—how she’d crumpled to her knees backstage, her sobs muffled by Lily’s jacket.
"But now—" Her manicured nail snapped off a crystal flute’s stem. The glass didn’t break, but her composure did. "Our latest comeback didn’t even chart Top 50."
A bitter laugh escaped her, sharp as shattered glass.
"Big agency privilege, they say—what privilege? We sleep in practice rooms more than in our dorms.”
As far as I remember, it was always like that, they came to me with a sad story, their hopes and dreams.
"Its a pity that your group members are so talented," I murmured, swirling the wineglass absently.
"Yeah", Sullyoon in short.
I looked at her pretty face that was like a fairy. Then I decided.
" I could help you and your group, I can fix that".
"Can you?"
"Didn't you come here with that purpose".
Sullyoon nodded.
"If you want my help look at this".
I slid the plastic bag across the table—crinkling as it caught on the edge of her plate. Her fingers hesitated before curling around the handles, knuckles whitening as she lifted it into her lap. The weight made her breath hitch; whatever was inside shifted with a dense, muffled thud. She glanced up at me, eyes wide as saucers, lips parted in silent questions.
I know the facial expressions. Confused. Doubts. Considerations.
"Didn't your manager tell you what kind of person I am", Sullyoon looked at me and nodded softly,"What has he said about me?"
"Manager Oppa said," she whispered, her voice fraying at the edges like torn silk, "you are a shortcut to the success of any idol group."
Her throat worked around an unspoken but, fingers tightening around the bag's handles until the plastic groaned. "But there's... a price."
"He's right, Sullyoon-ssi," I murmured, leaning close enough to catch the jasmine-and-fear scent clinging to her skin.
"I'm like a genie. With the flick of my finger"—my thumb brushed her lower lip, smearing her peach gloss—"I can make you and you successful in this industry. But you have to pay a fair price.”
"May I think about it again".
"No. If you don't give me an answer right now, I assume you don't agree with it."
Always like that, they doubt their own decisions, making me wait for certainty and wasting my precious time, I don't have time to remember it, which is why I convince myself not to make room for doubt.
I was about to leave but then Sullyoon said, "I'll do it," her voice cracking mid-sentence like thin ice underfoot.
I smiled while holding her chin—not gently, just enough to feel the delicate bones shift beneath my fingers—and murmured, "The right decision. Follow me."
Her pulse rubbed against my thumb, but she didn’t pull away.
***
We arrived at the hotel room which was right in the restaurant where we had dinner just now, if I am not mistaken, Mr. Lee who had booked well in advance.
The door clicked shut behind us, its sound muffled by the thick carpeting. Sullyoon stood frozen near the entrance, her grip on the plastic bag turning the material translucent under her nails.
I took a deep breath, then I asked Sullyoon, "Do you still want to do it? You can leave before it's too late."
My voice carried no warmth—just the clinical detachment of a man who'd seen this scene play out too many times.
Her shoulders trembled as she nodded, tears pooling but never falling—idol-trained restraint keeping them captive.
"I will do it," she whispered, voice frayed at the edges. "We have no other choice.”
Then I said to Sullyoon, "Before that, there are rules that you must know and obey. First, keep what happened a secret. Secondly, I will only grant three requests from you after that you will be free. Third, you should not have a social romantic with other men we call it boyfriend or have sex with other men while we are playing this game. And fourth, If you give up on all of this, say the safe word elephant, but If you give up then you can't come to me anymore."
Actually, there are still many rules that she needs to know but well that's it.
" You can change your clothes in the bathroom", Sullyoon nodded and before closing the door, I warned her, "Almost forgot, I'm not used to playing soft so you have to be prepared, later".
The moment the bathroom door clicked shut, I reached into the wardrobe where Mr. Lee had already prepared everything—tripod, camera, silk robe draped like a shadow over the hanger. The tripod’s legs unfolded with a series of smooth metallic clicks, its joints extending silently as I positioned it at the foot of the king-sized bed.
Then—movement. The bathroom door creaked open. Sullyoon emerged, her silhouette blurred behind the frosted glass before the door swung fully open.
And there she stood.
The latex clung to Sullyoon like a second skin, every dip and curve illuminated by the dim bedroom lighting—translucent enough to showcase the frantic rise and fall of her ribcage. Her arms crossed instinctively over her bare breasts, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her upper arms, while her thighs pressed together so tightly they trembled. The outfit left nothing to the imagination: nipples pebbled under the cool air, the shadow between her legs stark against the glossy material.
Damn, she's so hot. But I must keep my authority.
"Come here," I commanded, watching Sullyoon take one hesitant step forward before I raised a finger. "Ah...ah... Not by walking." My lips curved as her breath hitched. "Crawl like a good kitty cat.”
Her knees hit the carpet with a muffled thud, the latex squeaking obscenely as she lowered herself onto all fours. Her spine arched—too perfect, too practiced—the movement sending her breasts swaying beneath the skintight material. She kept her chin lifted, eyes fixed on some invisible point above my shoulder, as if refusing to acknowledge the wet sound of her thighs separating with each shuffle forward.
The choker's cold links slithered through my fingers before settling against her throat with a decisive click. Her pulse hammered visibly beneath the silver, fast as a rabbit's.
"Good kitty cat," I murmured, tightening the collar just enough to make her swallow reflexively. "Are you ready to play with your new master?"
Sullyoon nodded.
I traced the seam of her lip with my thumb—slow, deliberate—feeling the soft give of flesh beneath the pressure. Her breath hitched when I hooked a finger inside, pressing down on her tongue until her jaw trembled.
"If your master asks, you should answer. Understand?" My voice was velvet-wrapped steel.
Sullyoon's lips trembled around my fingers.
"Y-yes, Master," she whispered.
Maybe I should start with the easiest first.
“Open your mouth, good kitty".
I pointed my finger to her mouth while commanding her, "Let's see how your mouth works, good kitty."
Sullyoon's lips parted without hesitation—her jaw slackening like a marionette with its strings cut. I traced the damp seam of her lower lip with my thumb, pressing just hard enough to make her whimper before slipping two fingers past her teeth. Her tongue fluttered against my caught knuckles, warm and wet, her breath hitching as she hollowed her cheeks instinctively.
It's very disappointing.
"You have to put in a little effort, good kitty," I murmured, watching the spit string between my fingers and her swollen lips, "Or Master will give you punishment."
Sullyoon's eyes watered as she nodded, her throat working convulsively around nothing—trying, failing, to suppress another gag.
This time when I pressed deeper, her lips stretched white around my knuckles. Her tongue flattened instinctively beneath the invasion, its heat almost obscene against my skin. For three glorious seconds, she held—her nostrils flaring with forced calm—before her body betrayed her violently.
A wet, convulsive cough ripped through her as she wrenched away, doubling over with her hands slapping against the carpet. Drool splattered the pristine fibers in glistening arcs, her shoulders heaving as she gasped like a drowning woman.
I knelt beside her, gathering her sweat-damp hair into a loose ponytail before yanking it back sharply.
"Ugh...ugh..." she choked, her tear-streaked face tilting upward at my merciless pull.
The sight of her ruined makeup—mascara bleeding into the hollows beneath her eye.
"It's a pity you failed, bad kitty," I murmured, stroking her scalp almost tenderly before tightening my grip. "Now you need punishment."
Sullyoon blinked up at me with wet, dilated pupils—her lips trembling around uneven breaths. "I'm sorry, Master," she whispered, her voice frayed raw from gagging.
I said nothing as I retrieved the handcuffs from the nightstand, their chrome surface glinting coldly under the dimmed lights. The metal clicked open with surgical precision before I seized her wrist, pressing the cool band against her pulse point.
She flinched but didn't resist as I guided her arms upward, securing them to the wrought-iron bedpost above her head. The chain links tightened with each subtle shift of her body, leaving her suspended like a marionette with its strings cut.
She shook her head, a silent plea trembling on her parted lips, but I ignored her and attached the first clamp to her left nipple.
The moment the cold metal teeth bit into her tender flesh, Sullyoon arched violently against the restraints—her breath exploding in a sharp, ragged gasp. A thin whine escaped her throat as I flicked the tiny switch on the side of the clamp, activating the subtle vibration function.
"There," I murmured, pressing my thumb against the underside of her breast to feel the rapid-fire pulse beneath her skin.
"If you can endure this for ten ..." My fingers trailed down to her other nipple, pinching the stiff peak before attaching its twin. "As your master I would grant you any wishes .”
I saw her trying to hold it.
Sullyoon's breath came in shallow bursts, her chest rising and falling with increasing urgency as the first wave of electricity buzzed through the clamps. Her toes curled against the sheets, the latex squeaking faintly as her thighs tensed. A bead of sweat trickled down her temple and Her teeth sank into her lower lip—hard enough to leave indents—but she didn't make a sound.
At the thirty-second mark, her restraint began to fray. A high-pitched whimper escaped her throat as the vibrations intensified, her nipples darkening to an angry red beneath the relentless stimulation. Her hips twitched involuntarily, the movement sending the chain links rattling against the bedpost.
"M-Master," she gasped, her voice cracking under the strain, "it's too—ah—*too much*—”
"You can do it kitty."
"Urg.. Please Master, I can't."
"Yes. You can."
"No please".
"Come on you can do it"
Sullyoon closed her eyes as groaning in agony and then said, "Elephant."
Safety word being told.
It's mean she gave up.
Huh, whatever. Rule is rule.
I clicked the restraints open with a sigh, watching her scramble backward like a startled animal.
Sullyoon sobbed as looked at me like I am terrifying monster.
"I'm sorry," Sullyoon gasped, "Please don't—don't anything to me or my members because of this." Her voice cracked on the last syllable, raw from screaming.
The handcuffs clicked open.
"Calm down," I said, dabbing at the sweat pooling in the hollow of her throat. Her pulse jumped beneath my fingers.
"It's fine. The game is over." The clamps came next; she whimpered when the suction broke with a wet pop.
"I won't touch you. Won't do anything to you or your members." Her eyes darted to the untouched contract on the nightstand. "I'm not a psychopath or Monster.”
Sullyoon's breathing hitched—her fingers twitching toward the discarded latex crumpled at her feet.
"But my manager said—" The words tumbled out like broken glass, sharp-edged and desperate. "He said If I don't agree to serve you, you could destroy me and our group. Even our company.”
"Did you come here by force".
She nodded.
Fuck. I hated it. I fucking hate whose again my rule.
I draped my suit jacket over Sullyoon's trembling shoulders—the Armani wool swallowing her delicate frame whole. Her tear-streaked cheeks glistened under the dim lighting as I thumbed away a stray droplet, the salt dampening my cuff.
"Don't worry," I murmured, stretching my lips into what I hoped resembled warmth. The smile felt alien on my face—like wearing someone else's skin. "You can leave. I promise I won't touch you. Or your group. Or that incompetent agency of yours."
***
How is the service provided by Sullyoon? Did you enjoy it young master?
Two questions came out of Sullyoon's manager's foul mouth before grimacing in pain while holding onto his legs.
"Stand up," I said, voice colder than the ice melting in my abandoned scotch.
The manager scrambled to his knees, palms slipping on the polished marble floor of the hotel bathroom. Just as he reached for the sink to pull himself up, I kicked of his knee—the satisfying crunch of bone against tile punctuated by his choked scream.
"Don't ever bring me a toy that you force and threaten," I said, grinding my heel into the soft flesh of his inner thigh until he whimpered. "I fucking hate it."
"I am sorry, Young Master"
He tried to stand up but I kick him again.
"I didn't need you fucking apologize, I Just need you to fucking understand my rule that You broke ".
I furious looked at him.
He nodded.
"Get off from my sight"
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with the scent of fear and expensive cologne. I turned the faucet on full blast, the icy water biting into my palms as I splashed it across my face.
"What a mess," I muttered, watching the words fog the glass.
I got out of the Toilet.
The bathroom door swung open too fast—my shoulder clipped something soft, sending a sharp floral perfume into my lungs right before the impact. A body staggered back with a gasp, high heels skidding on marble. My hand shot out instinctively, catching a slender wrist before she could fall.
"I'm sorry, miss—" The apology died in my throat as manicured nails dug into my forearm.
The woman tilted her head. Recognition flickered across her face—first confusion, then outrage. "You again," she hissed.
"Did I know you?"
The woman crossed her arms in a haughty tone.
"Still pretending to forget, you Mr. Perverted. Didn't you stalk me and want to do something inappropriate to me a few days ago?" Her voice dripped with venom, each syllable sharp enough to draw blood.
I still don't remember.
"I'm sorry Miss, but I really don't remember and I didn't know who you're ".
The woman snorted in annoyance, " Oh gosh, you really have no idea who I am."
I nodded
"Karina, one of the famous idol group members in South Korea.Aespa", she said in a somewhat arrogant tone.
Karina. Aespa.
Ah... I got it. That's Karina. The weird girl.
"Oh, that Karina?" I muttered, studying the way her nostrils flared when I said it. Suddenly her pretty face twisted into something ugly—lips pursed tight enough to bleach the color from them.
"What do you mean That Karina?" Her voice hit a pitch that made my molars ache.
She stepped closer, her designer heels clicking like a countdown on the marble.
"Nothing. Just ignore my unimportant words," I said, turning away—only for her to seize my wrist with surprising strength. Her nails bit crescent moons into my skin.
"What are you doing?" I hissed.
Karina's smirk widened, her grip tightening like a vice.
"I asked myself what a perverted person like you is doing," she purred, leaning in until her breath warmed my jaw.
"Could it be that you're stalking someone?" Her eyelashes fluttered—a calculated flutter. "Or is it me you're stalking?”
I looked at her intensely.
She's weird but also interesting
I pushed her against the wall, our eyes met and when I looked again she was so beautiful. The overhead light caught the delicate arch of her eyebrows—the way they furrowed in outrage rather than fear—and for a split second. Her pupils dilated, swallowing the brown of her irises as my forearm pressed into the hollow of her throat. She looked shocked by the sudden treatment, lips parting around a gasp that never came.
I smirked and said, "You're right, I'm here on purpose to stalk you, then what will you do after you find out?" It was a lie.
Of course I'm not that kind of weirdo, stalking someone.
The woman's gaze changed sharply.
"This is what I will do," she said, and suddenly her knee jerked up—hard—right between my legs.
Fuck…. It hurts.
Karina's smirk deepened as I staggered back, the pain radiating in nauseating waves through my groin. She tilted her head, eyes glinting with sadistic amusement.
"How does it feel, Mr. Pervert?" she purred, tapping one stiletto against the marble for emphasis.
"Mmph... It doesn't hurt at all," I lied through clenched teeth, tasting copper where I'd bitten my tongue.
Karina's laughter—sharp as shattered glass—echoed down the hallway as she strode away, hips swaying with deliberate provocation.
"We'll meet again," I called after her, my voice bouncing off the marble walls.
Karina didn't turn—just thrust her middle finger skyward and saying, "Help someone help me, there is perverted man here".
After shouting loudly, Karina looked at me, then With lip language she hinted, "Fuck you".
****
"Please, Fuck me, Master".
The words came out ragged and desperate from Karina's swollen lips, her chin glistening with spit and something thicker—my cum streaked across her cheeks like war paint. The leash around her neck pulled taut as she arched her back, presenting herself like the obedient bitch she'd become. Her tongue lolled out, pink and eager, catching a stray droplet of my release as it dripped from her jawline.
The transformation was complete: from haughty idol to debased pet, her naked body trembling with need.
I dragged my fingers through the mess on her face, gathering streaks of cum clinging to her cheekbone.
"Clean it with your mouth you such naught girl," She whimpered when I pressed the slick digits against her parted lips—her tongue darting out instinctively before catching herself.
Then Karina’s mouth closed around my fingers with obscene enthusiasm, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked them clean. Her eyelashes fluttered shut in something resembling bliss.
"You like it that much?" I murmured, watching her throat work as she swallowed.
"Master, please," Karina begged. Her thighs trembled so violently the bedframe creaked. "I need you inside me."
The overhead light caught the spit-slick sheen of her swollen lips when she finally released me with a wet pop.
I traced the swollen lips of her cunt with my fingertips—feathering over her clit just long enough to make her hips jerk—before delivering a sharp, stinging slap to her slick folds.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sound cracked through the room like a whip. Karina's entire body arched off the mattress, her scream dissolving into a shuddering moan as her thighs clenched around nothing.
"So impatient," I murmured, watching her clit throb under the delayed sting. Her wetness glistened on my palm—pearls of arousal smeared across my lifeline—before I wiped them carelessly against her inner thigh.
The dildo cracked against her clit before she could finish, the wet smack echoing off the walls. Karina jerked, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as her hips bucked involuntarily.
"Shut fuck up, naughty girl," I growled, pressing the cold silicone against her entrance, watching her muscles flutter in protest. "Listen. Your master is going to put this toy in your useless pussy. If you can resist not to come, I’ll give you a reward. Understand?"
Karina nodded.
The black silicone parted her slick folds with obscene ease—her body swallowing the toy whole in one brutal thrust that punched the air from her lungs. A garbled scream tore from her throat as her back arched off the mattress, her thighs clamping around the intrusion with convulsive strength.
"*Ugh—f-full—so full—!*”
Holding the handle of the dildo, I watched her stomach quiver with each shallow breath.
"Such naughty girl," I murmured, twisting the toy just enough to make her clench around it. "Very disrespectful. How should you behave if your master satisfies you?"
Karina's thighs trembled, her toes curling into the sheets as she swallowed hard. The flush on her chest deepened when I tugged the dildo halfway out—only to slam it back in with a wet snap that tore a broken moan from her lips.
"T-thank you," she gasped, her voice fraying at the edges, "Master.”
Karina’s voice cracked on the third thrust, her body jerking like a marionette with its strings cut. The dildo pistoned in and out of her with obscene squelches, each stroke dragging her slickness across the sheets beneath her. Her thighs trembled, her toes curling into the mattress as she fought—and failed—to keep her hips still. The room reeked of sex, of sweat and silicone and the salt-tang of her arousal dripping onto the bed.
Her manicured nails clawed at the sheets, her once-pristine idol image reduced to this—a whimpering, drooling mess, her hair tangled, her makeup smeared into grotesque streaks. The fans who worshipped her would’ve recoiled in horror if they saw their goddess now, spread open and begging for more.
"Look at yourself," I murmured, dragging the dildo out agonizingly slow, watching her hips chase it with desperate little jerks.
"Is this what an idol group looks like? The It girl of the fourth generation? How would your precious fans react if they knew their precious goodies, Karina was just a desperate little slut?”
Her answer came garbled around the saliva pooling in her mouth—chin glistening, eyes rolling back as the silicone stretched her obscenely.
"Mmmph... I don't care if for master, fame, luxury or social status I can throw it away." Her throat worked around the words like they were physical things she had to swallow. "I'm only for you, Master."
Hearing it, I felt satisfied.
"Good answer, my naughty girl," I murmured, twisting the dildo just enough to make her thighs spasm. "Now I permit you to come."
The moment the words left my lips, Karina's body arched like a live wire—her spine bending into a perfect bowstring as I drove the toy into her with punishing speed. The wet slap of silicone against flesh punctuated each thrust, her cunt convulsing around the intrusion with such violence I could feel the vibrations through the handle. Her scream tore through the room, raw and unfiltered, as her orgasm hit—a tsunami of sensation that left her clawing at the sheets, her manicured nails shredding the fabric beneath her.
***
The Manager hotel bowed before me and with a trembling he said, "I'm sorry Young Master, they're new people so don't know who you are".
Behind him, two security staff prostrated themselves trembling and did not dare to look at me. Their foreheads pressed against the marble floor, dress shoes squeaking as they shuffled backward on their knees.
I sighed.
"Well, I forgive them," I said, watching the manager's shoulders slump in palpable relief—right before his spine snapped straight again as I continued, "But isn't the subordinate's fault the responsibility of the superior?"
"What did you mean, Young Master".
I turned around and said, "I told your director to find the right person for your position."
The manager’s breath hitched audibly, his polished Oxfords scraping against marble as he swayed on his knees. His tie, once impeccably knotted, now hung limp like a noose half-tied.
Then.
The car door clicked shut behind me, sealing me in leather-scented silence. Mr. Lee’s reflection smirked at me from the rearview mirror—his crow’s feet crinkling around eyes that held decades of unspoken amusement.
"It seems," he drawled, adjusting his cufflinks with deliberate slowness, "that this is the second time someone has misunderstood you again, young master." The words dripped with honeyed sarcasm, each syllable polished to a lethal sheen.
Such an old fox. He knows how to be sarcastic.
I cleared my throat.
"Do you know, Mr. Lee," I murmured, "they say if you meet someone once it's incidental. Twice?That's a sign. But the third time?" My smile sharpened. "That's destiny carving your name into their ribs.”
"Who is that unlucky person, young master?"
Here is it. The cunning old man's mouth.
"You don't need to know".
Outside the car.
The billboard loomed over Seoul’s neon sprawl—a fifty-foot testament to manufactured perfection. There she was, frozen in mid-laugh, lips glossed to an impossible sheen, eyes crinkled just enough to feign warmth.
Suddenly, remembered her.
"Arrange a meeting with someone I'm going to mention," I said to Mr. Lee.
From behind the mirror, Mr. Lee looked at me with a look of disbelief.
"It's shocking," he murmured, polishing the abandoned cufflink against his sleeve with deliberate slowness, "you broke your own rules, Young master”.
He was right. In my rules, I will only invite someone who asks for help and requests from actresses or female idols. I never chose someone, They themselves came to me of their own volition.
“ Consider it a call of fate, Mr. Lee.”
Mr. Lee is back to looking at the road.
"Alright, Young Master. What's her name?"
"Karina from Aespa Group".
Mr. Lee murmured, "Will I be rewarded for this? "
***
"It's time to give you rewards, my naughty girl".
Karina's lewd smile widened as she immediately spread her thighs, the folds of her bursting open like petals under impatient fingers.
"Please, fuck me hard, Master!" she gasped.
Her fingers dug into her own thighs, crescent moons blooming in the porcelain skin as she presented herself with shameless desperation.
"Look at you," I murmured, dragging the tip of my cock through her slick folds without entering. Her hips jerked upward, chasing the fleeting contact like a starving animal. "Dripping just from the thought of it."
Karina whimpered, her fingers clawing at the sheets as I teased her—just the swollen head pressing against her entrance before withdrawing again. The vein along my shaft pulsed under her desperate gaze, and when I squeezed myself slowly, her pupils blew wide, lips parting around a silent plea.
"Master, please," she gasped, the words cracking mid-syllable. Her hips rolled upward, slick folds glistening under the harsh hotel lights, but I pressed a firm hand against her pelvis, holding her down.
I dragged the swollen head of my cock through her dripping heat—once, twice—each pass slower than the last. A pearl of pre-cum smeared across her clit, and her entire body convulsed like I'd electrocuted her.
"Are you really this crazy for my dick?" I murmured.
Karina nodded.
The first breach was slow—an inexorable press of flesh parting slick resistance, her inner muscles fluttering in reflexive protest before yielding. Her breath hitched audibly as the swollen head stretched her open, the veins along my shaft pulsing against her clarous walls with each shallow thrust deeper. Her thighs trembled, toes curling into the sheets as I bottomed out, hips flush against hers in a single, deliberate motion.
"Ugh...So good, Master," Karina moaned, her voice slurred around the sensation, eyelids fluttering at the stretch.
"You—ah!—you fill me..." Her hips jerked upward in tiny, involuntary spasms, chasing the fullness as if her body couldn't decide whether to escape or beg for more. "Inside me... inside my worthless pussy..."
Still tight as usual.
The slap of skin-on-skin echoed obscenely off the room walls—my hips pistoning into Karina’s dripping cunt with brutal precision. Sweat-slicked thighs trembled beneath my grip, her once-manicured nails now clawing red streaks into the silk sheets.
"Do you like it, naughty girl, huh?" I growled, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust that made her spine arch off the mattress.
Karina's mouth fell open—a perfect O of slack-jawed pleasure—but no words came out, just breathy little ah-ah-ahs that dissolved into whimpers as I increased the pace. Her fingers scrabbled at the sheets, knuckles bleaching white, while her thighs trembled violently around my hips.
I tightened my grip on her throat, watching her pulse flutter under my thumb like a trapped bird.
"Answer me," I repeated, slowing my thrusts to a torturous crawl.
Karina's lips split into a dazed, delirious smile—genuine pleasure lighting up her face as my fingers tightened around her throat. Her pulse hammered against my palm, erratic and frantic, yet her hips rolled up to meet mine with unmistakable hunger.
"More," she rasped, her voice shredded raw, nails scraping down my forearms as if she could pull me deeper through sheer force of will. The choked sound she made when I squeezed harder wasn't fear—it was euphoria, her pupils swallowing her irises until only black remained.
"More....”
Tbc.
Note : I beg pardon to the readers, I was supposed to upload this chapter as scheduled last Sunday but I finally uploaded it now. It turns out that to be consistent is very difficult. I don't know if I will be able to be consistent in the future but I will try to upload each chapter every week.
And I'm updating the latest master list, separating the old story from the new. If you have a proposal for a new master list. You can message me.
Trigger Warning : This stories theme were contained with Step-incest, Step Mother-Son, Step Father-daughter.
Type: One shot.
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Look at doctor Sung Jinwoo, isn't he handsome and charismatic. I heard he was very popular among the doctors in the hospital, handsome and smart, the type of husband you want.
It's a pity that he just married a Japanese woman, Minatozaki Sana, His wife is so beautiful, a famous fashionista and has a large number of followers on social media. Even though she already has two children but her body shape curves hourglass, I even heard that she is a fashion model.
You know his eldest son, Sung Suho, isn't athletic and I heard he was selected as a basketball captain at his high school. Didn't his team win the gold climb thanks to his role as team captain.
Her stepdaughter is also beautiful as an angel, her name is Sullyoon, isn't it. I heard that she is the most outstanding female student in the academic field at school, always ranked first and is a representative of the science competition at her school.
That's what everyone who knows Jinwoo's family says but they don't know what it really is....
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The cake sat in the center of the dining table, its frosting gleaming under the dimmed chandelier.
"Happy Family Anniversary" looped across the surface in elegant cursive, the letters slightly smudged where Sana's fingertip had swiped through the icing earlier—testing the sweetness, she'd claimed, though the hungry flicker in her eyes suggested something else entirely. Jinwoo adjusted his glasses, watching as Sullyoon traced the edge of the cake knife with deliberate slowness, her usual academic precision replaced by something far less clinical.
Suho leaned back in his chair, the basketball captain's jersey stretched tight across his shoulders.
"Shouldn't we cut it already?" he asked, but the way his gaze lingered on Sana's lips betrayed his impatience for something other than dessert.
Jinwoo cleared his throat, loosening his tie as the air thickened—not from the summer heat, but from the unspoken tension coiling between them.
The cake wasn't celebrating twelve years of marriage. It marked twelve months since they'd stopped pretending this was a normal family.
Sullyoon's laughter rang like wind chimes as she settled onto Jinwoo's lap, her school skirt riding up just enough to reveal the lace trim of her thigh-highs.
"Let me feed you, daddy," she murmured, pressing the forkful of cake toward his lips with an exaggerated pout.
The sweetness exploded on his tongue—vanilla layered with something darker, like the way her hips shifted ever so slightly when his fingers dug into the plush curve of her ass. Neither of them acknowledged the touch; Sullyoon merely tilted her head, strands of hair brushing his cheek as she asked.
"Delicious , right?"
Jinwoo nodded as swallowed another bite of cake, the sugar turning cloying as Sullyoon squirmed in his lap—whether from discomfort or encouragement, he couldn't tell, and the ambiguity sent a thrill down his spine. His thumb hooked under the waistband of her panties, the pad grazing warm skin.
Across the table, Sana cradled Suho's head in her lap, her manicured nails trailing idle patterns along his jawline. The basketball captain's jersey had ridden up, revealing a strip of toned abdomen as he leaned into her touch, his lips parting obediently when Sana pressed a bite of cake between them.
"Is it delicious , baby?" she murmured, thumb swiping a fleck of frosting from his lower lip.
Suho's answering groan vibrated against her thigh, his fingers tightening around the hem of her silk slip dress. The fabric slid higher, baring the smooth expanse of her legs, but neither of them glanced at Jinwoo—no hesitation, no guilt, just the quiet certainty of shared rituals.
Sullyoon exhaled sharply against Jinwoo's collar, her breath warm as she twisted to watch the scene.
"Mom's being greedy again," she whispered, nipping at his earlobe with sudden teeth. Her hand guided his deeper beneath her skirt, the lace of her panties already damp beneath his fingertips.
"She knows Suho can't resist her cakes."
The double entendre curled like smoke between them, underscored by the wet sound of Suho sucking Sana's fingers clean. Jinwoo's pulse stuttered—not from shock, but from the familiar ache of watching his family slot together in ways that should've fractured them.
After a years marriage, actually Jinwoo and Sana have no interest in each other, for one reason, not my type.
Instead, Jinwoo is more attracted to Sullyoon, Sana's daughter. Cheerful and spoiled girl.
Jinwoo remembered the first time he met Sullyoon—how her gaze had skittered away from his like a spooked deer, how her fingers had twisted the hem of her school blouse into wrinkled knots. He’d pretended not to notice the way her cheeks pinkened when he reached across the table for the salt shaker, how her breath hitched when their fingers brushed. Later, he’d lie awake replaying that accidental contact, the phantom warmth of her skin lingering on his fingertips like a brand.
Meanwhile, Sana prefers the type of young man who is full of enthusiasm, confidence and athleticism. That's what Sana found in the figure of Sung Suho.
Sana remembered the first time she met Suho—really met him—with the kind of clarity that made her fingertips tingle even now. Jinwoo had been fussing with his watch, lips pursed in that tight-lipped disapproval he reserved for tardiness, when the café door swung open with a gust of summer heat. Suho stood there, his basketball jersey clinging to his chest in damp patches, hair plastered to his forehead from whatever impulsive sprint had brought him here late.
"Sorry," he'd panted, flashing a grin so bright it should've come with a warning label. The apology was perfunctory; his eyes, though—those locked onto Sana with an intensity that made her stir her iced coffee three times too many. The straw clinked against the glass like a nervous metronome.
Jinwoo had known from the start that Sana wasn’t the kind of woman who would ever fit neatly into the role of a demure housewife—not that he’d wanted one. Likewise Sana, also doesn't like Jinwoo's rigid style.
It wasn’t disliked; it was something closer to mutual recognition, two predators circling each other without ever bothering to clash. He’d married her for convenience, a tidy arrangement that gave them both social legitimacy while leaving their real desires untouched.
The wedding had been a masterclass in plausible deniability—peonies arranged just so to obscure the way Sana's fingers lingered on Suho's bicep when they posed for family photos, the cut of Jinwoo's tuxedo jacket hiding how his palm slid beneath Sullyoon's bridesmaid dress during the first dance. The guests sighed over the blended family's picture-perfect harmony, never questioning why the newlyweds exchanged rings with more ceremony than a kiss.
Later, when the hotel suite door clicked shut behind them, Jinwoo loosened his tie with one hand while the other tugged Sullyoon into the adjoining bedroom by her sash.
"You looked beautiful today," he murmured against the shell of her ear, savoring the way her pulse fluttered under his lips like a trapped bird.
The chiffon of her dress pooled around her ankles with a whisper, and for once, the straight-A student had no clever retort—just a gasp when his teeth found the sensitive spot below her jaw.
In the suite's main bedroom, Sana perched on the edge of the king-sized bed, her wedding gown unzipped to the small of her back. Suho hovered near the minibar, cracking open a soda can with excessive force, the fizz echoing his nervous energy.
"You don't have to pretend with me," Sana said, peeling off one satin glove with her teeth.
The deliberate slowness of the gesture made Suho's throat bob—she'd practiced that move in the mirror for weeks, timing it to the exact second his resolve would fray. His basketball captain's discipline crumpled when she hooked a finger into the waistband of his slacks, pulling him closer with a laugh that vibrated against his collarbone.
"All those trophies," she mused, "and you're still scared of little old me?”
Present day.
The king-size bed creaked under their combined weight as Father and son seemed to be waiting for something that made them impatient.
The bathroom door remained stubbornly closed, the faint sound of giggles and rustling fabric slipping through the gap like a promise. Jinwoo adjusted his glasses, the lenses fogging slightly from the steam curling beneath the doorframe.
"They're taking longer than usual," Suho, remarked.
“Just wait it, Son”, The father pointed to the direction of his glasses.
The bathroom lock clicked open with theatrical slowness. Sana emerged first, her hips swaying with the practiced ease of a runway model—except no fashion week had ever featured lingerie this deliberately indecent. The pastel pink straps of her teddy clung to her curves like a second skin, the lace barely containing the swell of her breasts as she paused at the foot of the bed.
"Happy anniversary, boys," she purred, dragging a manicured nail down Suho's skin. The basketball captain's breath hitched audibly, his fingers digging into the sheets as Sana climbed onto the mattress with feline grace, her knees bracketing his hips.
Sullyoon's entrance was quieter but no less devastating. She hovered in the doorway, her white chemise translucent under the bedroom lights, the shadow of her nipples visible through the fabric as she bit her lower lip in faux shyness. Jinwoo's throat went dry. She'd worn her hair down tonight—a rare deviation from her usual schoolgirl ponytail—and the dark waves framed her face like a Renaissance painting gone deliciously wrong.
"Daddy," she murmured, padding toward him with bare feet, "Do I look hot and sexy enough for you, tonight ?" The question was a blade wrapped in silk, a reminder of all the times he'd called her his little girl while his hands taught her otherwise.
Jinwoo’s fingers twitched against Sullyoon’s thigh, the lace of her panties damp beneath his touch as if she’d been waiting for this all evening—maybe longer. Her breath hitched when his thumb slipped beneath the fabric, tracing the crease where her leg met her hip with deliberate slowness.
"You're so beautiful, princess," Jinwoo murmured against Sullyoon's jaw, his breath warm where it ghosted over the rapid flutter of her pulse.
The endearment made her squirm—not from discomfort, but from the way it coiled heat low in her belly, the contradiction of being called childish while his fingers mapped the adult curves beneath her chemise. When she opened her mouth to protest, Jinwoo swallowed the words with a kiss that started slow, almost chaste, until the tip of his tongue traced the seam of her lips and she gasped into his mouth.
The aggression came not in force but in persistence—the way Jinwoo's hands slid from her hips to her waist, then higher, as if cataloging every inch of her. Sullyoon arched into the touch, her fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer, nails scraping his scalp when his thumb finally brushed the peaked hardness of her nipple through the sheer fabric. The sound she made was half whimper, half moan, swallowed by Jinwoo's mouth as he deepened the kiss, his teeth catching her lower lip in a way that sent sparks down her spine.
Looks like the shy princess has started to get bold," Suho drawled from across the room, his voice dripping with amusement as Sullyoon's fingers twisted tighter in Jinwoo's hair.
She broke the kiss just long enough to shoot him a glare sharp enough to carve glass, her chest heaving against Jinwoo's in a way that made Suho's smirk widen. Then she was surging back into Jinwoo's mouth with a hunger that left no room for hesitation—tongue tangling with his, teeth nipping at his lower lip like she wanted to devour him whole.
Sana caught Suho's chin between her fingers, tilting his face up to hers with effortless dominance.
"Let your little sister have fun with your father," she murmured, her thumb brushing over his parted lips before she dragged it downward, tracing the column of his throat.
"Let's both enjoy ourselves."
The command was velvet-wrapped steel, and Suho shuddered as she guided his head against the plush swell of her chest, the lace of her teddy scratching deliciously against his flushed cheeks. He inhaled sharply—vanilla and something darker, the scent of her skin layered with the musk of want—before Sana's fingers carded through his hair, holding him there as she arched into his mouth.
Suho's fingers trembled against the clasp of Sana's teddy—not from inexperience, but from the way her smirk dared him to fumble. The pink straps fell away with a whisper, her breasts spilling into his palms like overripe fruit, still warm from the heat between them. Moonlight caught the light flush spreading across her skin, the pink of her nipples darkening as Suho's thumbs circled them with worshipful slowness.
"Look at you," Sana breathed, arching into his touch with a roll of her hips that made the mattress creak. "My greedy little athlete."
The first lick was tentative, Suho's tongue darting out to trace the stiff peak before he sealed his mouth over it with a groan that vibrated against her flesh. Sana's fingers fisted in his hair, holding him there as he suckled with the single-minded intensity of a starving man—teeth grazing, lips pursing around the areola until her back bowed off the bed.
"Urgh... You love it, dear," she gasped, her other hand guiding his head to her neglected breast. "Your stepmother's breasts taste better than any trophy, don't they?"
Suho lifted his head just enough to pant, "Yes, Mom," before diving back in, his lips glistening with her arousal as he switched sides.
"Your tits are so soft and fluffy", that turned pain into pleasure, the angle of his tongue that made her thighs clamp around his hips.
Meanwhile Jinwoo's fingers moved with the precision of a surgeon—slow, deliberate strokes that made Sullyoon's breath stutter against his collarbone. The lace of her panties had long since been pushed aside, the fabric damp where it pressed against his wrist as he curled two fingers inside her, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit in lazy circles.
"Urgh... Daddy, your fingers are inside me..." Sullyoon gasped, her hips jerking into his touch like a marionette whose strings had been tugged too hard. Her chemise rode up around her waist, the sheer fabric clinging to her sweat-slicked skin as she arched against him.
"I like that... Oh god."
Jinwoo grinned against the flutter of her pulse, his teeth scraping the delicate skin of her shoulder blade before soothing the sting with his tongue.
"You're too wet for dad, princess," he murmured, the words hot against her ear as his thumb circled faster, the pad rubbing rough over her swollen clit.
glock glock
The wet echoed obscenely through the bedroom, syncopated with the creak of mattress springs as Sana bobbed her head with the practiced rhythm of a woman who'd rehearsed this in mirrors.
Her lips stretched obscenely around Suho's cock, the pink lace straps of her discarded teddy still draped over one shoulder like a fallen banner of surrender. Suho's fingers clenched in her hair—not pulling, just anchoring himself as his hips jerked involuntarily, the head of his cock bumping against the back of her throat before she swallowed him down again with a hum that vibrated along his length.
"Urgh... Fuck... Mom," he gasped, the honorific twisting into something filthy as her tongue curled under his shaft, "your mouth feels so awesome around my cock."
The compliment dripped from his lips like the spit slicking her chin.
Sana smiled around the thick length filling her mouth, her lips stretched taut as Suho's cock bumped against the back of her throat—not a flinch, not a gag, just the deliberate press of his swollen tip against the tight ring of muscle before she swallowed him down deeper. The sound he made was ragged, half-strangled, his fingers tightening in her hair as she hollowed her cheeks and took him to the hilt.
Sullyoon arched against the sheets with a choked gasp, her fingers twisting in Jinwoo's hair as his tongue lapped at her with the desperation of a man who'd found his only source of hydration.
"Mmph... Daddy... Daddy... Your tongue—" The words shattered into a moan when he curled it just so, the flat of his tongue dragging slow and wet from her fluttering entrance to the swollen bud at her apex.
Her thighs trembled around his ears, the musky scent of her arousal thick enough to taste—and Jinwoo did, savoring the tang on his tongue like a connoisseur of some forbidden vintage.
He'd mapped this terrain a dozen times before, could navigate the hitch in her breath when he flicked over that sensitive spot just left of center, the way her hips jerked when he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked gently.
But tonight—anniversary night—he took his time, tracing lazy circles with the tip of his tongue until her whimpers turned pleading, until the lace straps of her chemise dug into her shoulders from how hard she was pulling at them.
"Please," she gasped, her voice cracking on the syllable, "please, daddy, I need—”
Jinwoo's breath hitched—not at the words, but at the way Sullyoon's fingers trembled against his scalp, her usual eloquence reduced to fractured syllables.
He kissed that dip slowly, savoring her shudder before murmuring, "Say it again." His teeth grazed her pulse point. "Properly."
Sullyoon's hips jerked against his mouth, her thighs clamping around his head as she gasped, "I need your cock, Daddy—" The last word cracked into a moan when Jinwoo's tongue plunged inside her without warning, fucking her with shallow thrusts that left her dripping.
The mattress groaned under their combined weight as Sana rolled her hips with the precision of a dancer, each downward thrust spearing herself deeper onto Suho's cock. Moonlight caught the sweat slicking her spine, the damp strands of hair clinging to her neck as she arched back, her hands braced against Suho's thighs for leverage.
"Oh... fuck..." she gasped, the words fracturing as Suho's hips jerked upward to meet her, the slap of skin against skin punctuating each movement.
"Fuck Mommy like that, baby—your cock feels so good inside me."
Suho's hands slid up her thighs, fingers digging into the plush flesh of her hips as he guided her movements, his grip tight enough to leave bruises.
"Mom, I love inside you—" he choked out, the honorific twisting into something filthy when she clenched around him, her inner muscles fluttering like a vice. Sana's laugh was low and throaty, her nails raking down his chest as she leaned forward, her breasts swaying just above his mouth.
"Say it again," she purred, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles that made Suho's back bow off the bed. His cock twitched inside her, the thick length of him stretching her impossibly wider with each shallow thrust.
"Tell Mommy how much you love it.”
The pillow muffled Sullyoon's cries but did nothing to hide the way her fingers clawed at the sheets, the fabric twisting between her knuckles as Jinwoo's thrusts drove her forward with each snap of his hips. Her chemise had ridden up around her waist, the delicate lace straps sliding down her shoulders to pool at her elbows—a half-undressed vulnerability that made Jinwoo's grip tighten on her hips, his thumbs digging into the dimples just above her ass.
"Oh, Daddy—" she gasped, the words fracturing when he angled deeper, the swollen head of his cock grinding against that sweet spot inside her that made her vision whiten.
"So deep, daddy, your cock... So deep inside me—"
Jinwoo's chuckle was dark, roughened by lust as he leaned over her, one hand sliding up to fist in her hair and tug just enough to arch her back. The new angle made Sullyoon sob, her thighs trembling as he pistoned into her with relentless precision, each stroke measured to drag against her walls in a way that left her dripping.
"You're so tight, princess," he murmured, his breath hot against the shell of her ear as his free hand groped her bouncing breast, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger until she keened, "Daddy isn't bored by your pussy."
She could feel him everywhere: the stretch of him filling her, the calloused drag of his palm over her nipple, the possessive grip on her hipbones that would leave bruises by morning. But it was the way his cockhead ached against her deepest point that unraveled her, the relentless friction coiling heat low in her belly until her moans turned pleading.
"Please—" she whined, her voice breaking as Jinwoo's pace stuttered, his thrusts turning shallow just to watch her squirm. "Daddy, please—”
The headboard slammed against the wall with the force of a battering ram, each impact timed to Sana's ragged cries as Suho drove into her with the single-minded intensity of an athlete chasing victory. The mating press pinned her beneath him—her legs hooked over his shoulders, her spine arched into a perfect curve that left her completely vulnerable to his relentless thrusts. Sweat dripped from Suho's brow onto Sana's heaving chest, mingling with the smeared lipstick around her gasping mouth.
"Fuck... fuck... harder, baby," she demanded, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave crimson trails.
"Break me."
Suho obeyed with a snarl, his hips pistoning faster, the obscene slap of skin echoing through the bedroom as he bottomed out inside her with every stroke. "Feel that, Mom?" he panted, his voice rough with exertion. "How your son's perverted dick stretches you open?" The vulgarity sent a jolt through Sana—not shock, but arousal, her cunt clenching around him as if trying to milk the confession straight from his cock.
"I like it," she gasped, her head thrashing against the pillows. "I love it—the way my stepson abuses my hole like I'm some cheap slut." The words unraveled into a scream as Suho angled deeper, his balls slapping against her ass with each brutal thrust.
The kiss was slow, deliberate—Jinwoo's lips moving against Sullyoon's with the same measured precision as his hips, each thrust timed to the flick of his tongue against hers. Her moans vibrated between them, muffled but unmistakable, the syllables fracturing whenever he bottomed out inside her with that particular angle that made her toes curl.
"Yes daddy... Mmph... So God... Like that... Oh—" Sullyoon gasped, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as he withdrew almost completely, only to push back in with excruciating slowness, the swollen head of his cock pressing against her deepest point until her back arched off the bed.
Jinwoo swallowed her whimpers, his hand sliding up to tangle in her hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head back and expose the flutter of her pulse.
He licked a stripe up her throat, savoring the salt on his tongue before murmuring against her ear, "You take me so well, princess", His hips rolled forward again, deeper this time, the stretch drawing a broken cry from Sullyoon's lips.
"Like you were made for daddy's cock.”
The moon hung heavy and swollen over the bedroom window—a voyeur painted silver by its own guilty light—as Jinwoo's thrusts stuttered into ragged, uneven jerks. Sullyoon's thighs trembled against his hips, her nails scoring crescents into his shoulder blades when he buried himself to the hilt with a groan that ripped from his chest like a confession. Heat pulsed between them, thick and syrupy as his release flooded her in waves, each throb wringing a whimper from her lips.
Across the room, Suho's hips snapped forward one final time, his spine bowing like a drawn arrow before he collapsed against Sana with a sound that was half-growl, half-prayer. The wet slap of skin stilled as he emptied himself inside her, his cock twitching with each spurt that painted her walls white. Sana arched beneath him, her fingers knotting in his sweat-damp hair as she milked him through it, her inner muscles fluttering around him like a vice.
The air hung thick with musk and sweat, the only sound their ragged breathing as the four of them lay tangled in the aftermath. Jinwoo's fingers still gripped Sullyoon's hips, his thumbs pressed into the bruises he'd left earlier, watching with dark fascination as his release spilled from her in slow, viscous rivulets. It pooled between her thighs, dripping onto the rumpled sheets with obscene finality—white against the flushed pink of her skin, stark as spilled ink on parchment.
Across the bed, Sana arched her back with a lazy sigh, her fingers trailing through the mess Suho had left between her legs. "Look at this," she murmured, holding up glistening fingertips to the moonlight, the strands of cum stretching like spider silk before snapping. She turned her head to catch Jinwoo's gaze, her smirk wicked as she dragged her wet fingers across Suho's panting chest.
"Your son fills me up so well."
Jinwoo’s chuckle was low and rough, his fingers still tangled in Sullyoon’s hair as he turned his head to meet Sana’s gaze.
The moonlight caught the smug curve of his lips, the sweat-slicked sheen of his throat as he rasped, "Your daughter can’t stop milking me too."
Suho's grin was all teeth when he turned to Jinwoo, his fingers still slick with Sana's arousal as he wiped them lazily across the sheets.
"Dad," he drawled, the word dripping with mischief, "you've gotta feel Mom's pussy at least once. Bet it's tighter than Sullyoon's."
Sullyoon’s lower lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout, her fingers tracing idle circles on Jinwoo’s sweat-slicked chest as she flicked her gaze toward Suho.
"At least Daddy’s bigger than your tiny cock," she sing-songed, her voice dripping with saccharine malice.
Suho and Sullyoon bickering like ordinary brother and sister in argue. This situation made Jinwoo and Sana chuckle
Sana's grin curled like smoke as she rolled onto her side, propping her head up with one hand while the other traced idle patterns through the drying mess on Suho's abdomen. "How about you two fuck each other?" she purred, the words dripping with mischief as her gaze flicked between Sullyoon and Suho.
Jinwoo chimed in, "That's exactly what your mother said," his voice rich with amusement as he watched Suho and Sullyoon's nose wrinkle in disgust.
"Never" . Both of them were rejected.
That's how the night happened—like any other night, woven into the fabric of stories the four of them shared: bodies tangled, breaths mingling, lewd warmth pooling between sheets damp with sweat and other things.
Warning : This story theme was contains heavy incest, Mother-Son sex, titjob, taboo romantic.
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You always feel that you're messing things up.
The day before your sister's birthday, you intend to give her a surprise gift. Because you don't have money, you was doing part time job to buy gifts for Karina. But you get sick and are rushed to the hospital.
Since then, Karina has kept her distance from you.
Not only Karina, your mother has also changed. In your eyes, Eunbi was like a mother figure in general at that time, but when you were hospitalized, you saw fear on her face. She turn out to be obsessed with you, doing anything to make you happy.
It's mean anything.
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"Karina decided to live independently, renting a place to live with her friend, Ningning", Eunbi said in front of the three of you at breakfast.
The spoon clattered against your bowl, frozen halfway to your lips as Eunbi's announcement hung in the air like a bad smell. Your father blinked owlishly over his newspaper, the steam from his coffee curling around his furrowed brow.
"Wait—Karina's moving out today?" He lowered the paper slowly, ink smudging his fingertips. "Why the sudden rush? Shouldn't we at least discuss—"
"Karina told me that her campus activities were tied up recently ," Eunbi replied, her voice smoother.
"Don't worry honey," she added, reaching across the table to pat your father's hand with a tenderness that made your stomach twist, "our Karina is grown up now.”
Your father's newspaper rustled as he folded it with exaggerated care, his wedding ring clicking against the coffee cup.
"I have work out of town for two days," he announced, eyes darting between you and Eunbi like a man calculating escape routes.
The forced cheer in his voice made your molars ache. "I hope you take good care of the house, Honey. And you, kiddo—" His calloused palm landed on your shoulder with the weight of a sandbag "—don't worry. Dad will bring back a gift."
Eunbi's smile stretched taut as piano wire. "Of course," she purred, fingers tracing the rim of her juice glass in slow circles,"We'll be just fine."
You keep silent. No respon like you're on your own world.
Eunbi's fingers trembled against the porcelain sink as she watched your father's car disappear down the driveway, taillights blurring through the kitchen window's condensation. The house exhaled around her—creaking pipes settling, the refrigerator humming to life—but all she heard was the hammering of her own pulse between her thighs.
This wasn't supposed to happen again.
The agreement had been clear: instructional demonstrations only, a mother's duty to educate her son.
No lingering touches.
No breathless whispers against his collarbone.
Certainly no nights spent replaying the way his fingers had mimicked her movements with terrifying precision.
Yet here she stood, pressing her thighs together as the memory of your hands on Yujin replayed behind her eyelids—the way your hips had pistoned forward with that same primal rhythm she'd taught you.
Her nipples tightened beneath the thin silk of her blouse, the fabric suddenly abrasive against oversensitive skin. The rational part of her mind screamed that this was wrong, that mothers didn't lick their lips imagining their son's taste, didn't press trembling fingers between their legs while recalling how full you'd looked buried inside—
***
The front door clicked shut behind you with finality, the sound swallowed by the empty house. You didn't call out—no "I'm home," no footsteps padding to the kitchen to raid the fridge like normal days. Just the squeak of your sneakers on polished floors as you beelined for the sanctuary of your room, backpack straps cutting into your shoulders with every step.
The PlayStation controller lay abandoned on your desk, its buttons crusted with Cheeto dust from happier afternoons. Now you just sat cross-legged on the rumpled sheets, palms pressed hard against your closed eyelids until kaleidoscope patterns bloomed in the darkness.
Three days.
Seventy-two hours of Yujin's empty desk in homeroom, her usual seat vacant in the cafeteria, no texts lighting up your lock screen—just that goddamn video looping behind your eyelids every time you blinked.
A floorboard creaked outside your door.
You didn't move—just inhaled the stale scent of sweat and old takeout boxes, counting the footsteps.
Too light to be your father, too hesitant to be Karina.
The knob turned with agonizing slowness, revealing Eunbi's silhouette backlit by the hallway sconces. Her silk robe clung to the dip of her waist where the belt hung loose, one hand gripping the doorframe like she might collapse without it.
Eunbi perched on the edge of your bed with the cautious grace of a bird alighting on a trembling branch, her silk robe whispering against the sheets. The scent of her jasmine perfume clashed with the stale air of your room—too sweet, too maternal, too wrong for the images still burning behind your eyelids.
"What's wrong with you, Baby?" Her fingers hovered near your knee but didn't touch. The worry in her voice was polished smooth, like a river stone worn down by years of practiced concern.
"Just tired, Mom," you muttered, dragging your palms down your face hard enough to leave pink streaks on your cheeks.
The lie tasted like old pennies on your tongue—too familiar, too easy.
Eunbi's hand froze halfway to your shoulder, fingers curling inward like petals recoiling from frost.
"Just tell mommy, baby," she murmured, voice honey-thick with concern—the same tone she'd used when bandaging skinned knees years ago,"It's okay!"
"No, Mom. I'm fi—" Your breath hitched wetly, the lie fracturing as your fingers dug into your scalp hard enough to hurt, "I'm so...".
The sob tore free before you could swallow it, shoulders hunching forward as your palms pressed harder against your leaking eyes. Hot tears seeped between your fingers, dripping onto the wrinkled sheets below in dark splotches that spread like oil stains.
Eunbi's arms encircled you with practiced maternal ease, her fingers splaying across the tense ridges of your spine in slow, rhythmic strokes.
"Shh...it's okay, baby," she cooed, the words vibrating against the crown of your head where your face pressed into the hollow of her throat.
But the hand kneading your shoulder blades wasn't soothing—it was possessive, fingertips digging into muscle with calculated pressure that bordered on pain. Her nails scraped upward through your shirt fabric just hard enough to raise goosebumps, the touch oscillating between comfort and punishment like she couldn't decide whether to console you or shake you senseless.
The words slithered out of her mouth like something oily, the forced gentleness straining at the edges. "Just spill everything, baby."
Her fingers traced the ridge of your collarbone through your shirt—a gesture that should have been comforting, if not for the way her nails lingered just a little too long against your pulse point.
Your teeth sank into your lower lip hard enough to taste copper, the hesitation stretching seconds too long before the words tumbled out in a rushed whisper: "What do you think about Yujin, Mom?”
Eunbi's fingers lingered on her chin, the pad of her thumb brushing absently against her lower lip—a gesture you'd seen a thousand times before, but now it sent an inexplicable prickle down your spine.
"Hmm..." The sound vibrated low in her throat as she tilted her head, "She looks like a good girl. Cheerful. Makes the atmosphere more colorful."
Her eyes turned into a serious gaze,"Don't tell me you two have a problem.”
You exhaled through your nose, fingers kneading the worn fabric of your sweatpants. "Actually, I guess... Yujin isn't the girl you thought she was, Mom."
"What do you mean?" Her voice was calm—too calm, the kind of measured tone psychiatrists use before asking about homicidal thoughts.
You closed your eyes, the pixelated memory of that video flickering behind your eyelids—Yujin's sweat-slicked back arching beneath someone else's hands, the familiar face made your stomach twist.
"Yujin... She... Cheated behind my back with someone I know," you said, the words like shards of glass in your throat.
After hearing it, Eunbi's fingers twitched against her thigh—once, twice—before curling into a tight fist, her manicured nails biting into her palm hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indents in the flesh. The smile she forced onto her lips didn't reach her eyes, which burned with a terrifying stillness, like gasoline pooling before ignition.
"I'm a loser, Mom," you choked out, the words ragged as your fingers twisted in her silk robe.
"It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much?" Your forehead pressed against her collarbone, the heat of your tears soaking through the thin fabric as your shoulders shook with silent sobs.
Eunbi's arms tightened around you, her fingers splaying across the back of your skull like she could physically hold the pieces of you together.
"Shh...calm down, baby," she murmured, her breath warm against the shell of your ear.
Her voice was syrup-thick with something darker beneath—not just comfort, but possession,"Yujin doesn't deserve your love", Her palm slid down your spine, the pressure just shy of painful.
"There will definitely be someone who loves you sincerely.”
The voice cracked like dry kindling, the words scraping your throat raw. "No, Mom—no one will love me sincerely."
You pressed your forehead harder against Eunbi's collarbone, the sharp scent of her perfume mixing with the salt of your tears.
"They'll only hurt me", A shudder ran through you, fingers twisting tighter in her silk robe until the fabric strained,"I'm afraid of love now, Mom. It hurts too much.”
Eunbi's pulse roared in her ears like a freight train, her fingers tightening in your hair until the roots burned. The scent of your tears—salty and young and unmistakably hers—flooded her nostrils, drowning out the last whispers of reason. Somewhere between your shuddering exhale and the way your fingers twisted in her robe, the thought crystallized with terrifying clarity: If Yujin could take from you so carelessly, then why shouldn't she claim what was rightfully—
"Then let Mommy love you, baby.”
The silence stretched between you like a live wire—charged and quivering. Eunbi's breath hitched when your fingers didn't immediately release her robe, her shoulders tensing beneath the thin silk as if bracing for impact. Regret pooled in her eyes even before she moved, liquid and unmistakable.
"Ah—forget I—" The words died in her throat as she stood abruptly, silk whispering against silk in a frantic rustle. Her bare feet made no sound on the hardwood as she turned toward the door, one hand already reaching for the knob when your arms encircled her waist from behind.
Eunbi froze mid-step, her silk robe whispering against itself as your arms locked around her waist. You felt the hitch in her breath, the way her muscles tensed like a cornered animal before slowly, tremulously relaxing.
"Really?" Your voice cracked like dry earth, the words barely audible against the small of her back. "May I love you, Mom?”
Eunbi turned with the slow inevitability of a sinking ship, her silk robe whispering open as she pressed herself against you. Her lips met yours not with the hesitant curiosity of before, but with the crushing certainty of someone drowning—her fingers tangling in your hair hard enough to hurt, her breath shuddering against your cheek as she poured every broken promise into that kiss.
You froze—not from hesitation, but from the sheer *wrongness* of how right it felt. When her teeth grazed your lower lip, you gasped into her mouth, your hands finding her waist through the silk as she arched against you with a whimper that vibrated through your chest.
Eunbi pulled back from the kiss with a wet sound, her lips swollen and glistening under the dim bedroom light. Her fingers lingered on your jaw, tracing the stubble there as her smile curved into something dangerous—like a knife balanced on its edge. "Do you know the answer?" she whispered, breath warm against your damp mouth.
Her hands moved to the sash of her silk robe, fingers working the knot with deliberate slowness. The fabric whispered open, pooling at her feet in a liquid heap. Moonlight painted her bare skin in silver—the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips that had birthed you. Your breath caught at the obscenity of it, the way her nipples hardened under your gaze as if she knew exactly where your eyes lingered.
Your own clothes felt suddenly suffocating. Eunbi stepped closer, her fingers making quick work of your shirt buttons, each one popping free with a soft sound that echoed louder than gunfire in the silence. When her palms flattened against your chest, pushing the fabric off your shoulders, her nails scraped lightly over your skin—a mother's touch turned into a lover's claim.
The air thickened like syrup in your lungs as Eunbi stepped fully into the moonlight, her body a sinuous silhouette against the pale glow. Every curve—the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips that had once cradled your infant form—now carved shadows across the floorboards.
"Wuah... Your body is so beautiful, Mom," you breathed, the words escaping in a rush of humid air against her collarbone.
Eunbi's chuckle vibrated through your chest where she pressed against you, fingers trailing down your sternum with deliberate slowness.
"Isn't this the first time you've seen me naked, baby?" Her voice dipped into a register you'd never heard—husky and ripe with something that made your pulse stutter.
The words tumbled out before you could stop them—raw and unfiltered, dripping with a hunger that should've made you recoil. "Yeah, but the longer I look at your body like wine, Mom," you chuckled, your voice roughened by desire, "the more intoxicating it becomes."
Eunbi's breath hitched audibly, her blush spreading from her cheeks down to her collarbones in a rosy wave that followed the path of your gaze.
Eunbi's lips curled into a smirk that didn't belong on a mother's face—too wicked, too knowing.
"It turns out my son is smart to praise now," she murmured, her voice dripping with honeyed approval as her knees hit the hardwood floor with a soft thud.
Her fingers wrapped around the base of your shaft with clinical precision at first, like she was checking for fever rather than coaxing pleasure. But then her thumb swiped across the leaking slit, gathering the bead of precum with the same absentminded care she'd once used to wipe jam from your childhood chin..
"Because you're such a good boy," she cooed, blowing gently across the wetness she'd just spread, "Mommy will give you a reward."
You whimpered when she pursed her lips and exhaled another cooling stream of air across your glistening tip, the sensation so light it bordered on cruel.
Eunbi's saliva hit your cock with an audible splat, the warm wetness trailing down your shaft before her fingers caught it in a tight ring.
"You're so cute when whimpering, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with something darker than maternal pride. Another glob of spit followed—then another—until your entire length glistened under the dim bedroom light, slick with her saliva and the precum beading at your tip.
Her strokes gained speed with brutal efficiency, the wet schlick of skin on skin filling the room as her fist pistoned up and down. You could feel every ridge of her fingerprints, every callous from years of cooking and cleaning—but now those hands were wrapped around your cock with a grip that bordered on painful. Her thumb swiped over the swollen head on each upstroke, smearing your own fluid back down in a lewd parody of lotion.
The moan tore from your throat as Eunbi's lips sealed around your cockhead, the wet heat of her mouth swallowing you whole.
"Urgh...Mom, oh fuck—" The words shattered into a gasp as she bobbed forward, her nose pressing into your lower abdomen with each deepthroat that sent stars exploding behind your eyelids. Strings of saliva stretched between her swollen lips each time she pulled back, glistening under the bedroom light like spider silk before snapping against your shaft.
A blissful expression settled over her features, the kind you'd only seen during her rare unguarded moments—eyes half-lidded, lips parted around your girth, the very picture of debauched serenity.
The room filled with wet, rhythmic sounds—Eunbi's lips slurping obscenely around your cock as she worked you with a hunger that bordered on feral. Saliva dripped from her stretched lips, pooling on the hardwood floor beneath her knees in glistening strings that refused to break.
Eunbi pulled away with a wet pop, strands of saliva and precum stretching between her lips and your twitching cock before snapping. She swiped the back of her hand across her mouth, smearing the glistening mess over her chin as she looked up at you through her eyelashes—an expression you'd never seen on your mother's face before.
"Did you like your mom's mouth pleasing you, my dear?" Her voice was hoarse, the words vibrating with something dark and syrupy that pooled low in your belly.
"Yeah, Mom," you gasped, fingers tangling in her disheveled hair without thinking, "your mouth felt incredible."
Eunbi's lips curled into a smirk that didn't belong on any mother's face—too knowing, too wicked.
"Good," she purred, pressing her palms against the undersides of her breasts with theatrical exaggeration, "because you're going to love this too."
The moment your slick cockhead touched the warm valley between them, her body remembered the motion before her mind caught up—years of adjusting bra straps translating into the perfect upward squeeze of flesh against your shaft.
The first drag was obscenely wet, your precum mixing with her saliva as her breasts swallowed you whole.
"Aurgh—Mom—" The sound ripped from your throat like a wounded animal's cry as she established a rhythm, each upward roll of her tits forcing another bead of fluid from your slit.
Her nipples—harder than you'd ever seen them—brushed against the throbbing veins along your length with every pass, the contrast of softness and roughness sending electric jolts down your spine.
The lewd squelch of flesh against flesh filled the room as she tightened her cleavage around you, her thumbs pressing into the soft undersides to create perfect resistance.
"Does my son like his own mother giving a titjob like—" her voice dropped to a whisper, husky with something that shouldn't exist between parent and child, "this?”
Yes Mom, your son likes it, *really* likes it," you gasped, hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Eunbi's grin widened into something feral as she watched the flushed head of your cock emerge from her slick cleavage, glistening with a mix of her saliva and your precum. Without warning, her tongue darted out—just the very tip—to flick against your hypersensitive slit in a quick, teasing lick that sent jolts of electricity down your spine.
"Then what about this ?" she murmured, her breath hot against the wetness she'd just spread across your tip.
"Urgh... Mom—" Your hips jerked forward involuntarily, the sound ripping from your throat as her tongue swirled around the swollen crown with slow, deliberate circles, "I like it, your tits and tongue... so amazing..."
The room dissolved into a symphony of wet, obscene noises—the slick schlick of skin against swollen flesh, the broken moans torn from your throat each time Eunbi's tongue flicked across your weeping slit. Her breasts tightened around your shaft with practiced rhythm, the softness yielding just enough to make the friction maddening without relief. A string of saliva and precum stretched between her lips and your cockhead, glistening in the dim light before snapping as she increased the pace, her breath coming in ragged little pants that warmed the slickness coating your length.
"Mom—fuck—I can't—" The words dissolved into a guttural groan as Eunbi's tongue lapped at the underside of your crown, her lips forming a tight 'O' around the tip while her hands kneaded her own flesh harder.
Eunbi's smirk widened into something feral as she felt your cock twitch violently between her breasts—her nipples brushing against the throbbing veins with each upward roll.
"Do it," she breathed, her voice thick with want, "paint your mother's face with your white load." Her fingers dug into the undersides of her tits, squeezing tighter just as your hips jerked forward uncontrollably.
The first spurt hit her chin with a wet splat, pearly white against her flushed skin. Your broken moan filled the room as the second shot landed across her parted lips—Eunbi's tongue darting out instinctively to catch the salty droplets, her eyes fluttering shut as she swallowed with a soft hum of approval. The third pulse streaked across her left breast, glazing the stiff peak in viscous strands that dripped slowly down the curve.
Eunbi's fingers trailed through the streaks of cum on her chin with the delicate precision of an artist cleaning brushes. She brought them to her lips, tongue flicking out to gather every glistening strand—slow, deliberate, savoring each drop like the last sip of an expensive wine. When her pink tongue swirled around her index finger, her eyes rolled back slightly, a shudder running through her body as she swallowed with an audible gulp.
"Mmh," she murmured, voice thick with something between wonder and greed, "I've never tasted anything this sweet before."
The words curled around your cock like a physical touch, making it twitch against your thigh despite being spent. Her gaze locked onto yours as she licked a stray droplet from the corner of her mouth—the motion obscenely slow, her tongue lingering just a second too long.
Eunbi's fingertips traced idle circles on your bare chest as you lay tangled together, her legs still straddling your hips—the warmth of her skin pressed against yours like a second heartbeat. Her breath hitched when your arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer until her sticky cheek rested against your collarbone.
"Is it okay for us to be like this, Mom?" The words left your lips barely above a whisper, raw with hesitation.
"It's okay," she murmured, the words thick with something far darker than maternal comfort, "As long as it can make you happy, your mother is willing to be your love."
The declaration hung between you—a guillotine blade suspended by the thinnest thread of plausible deniability.
"Then what about Dad, Mom?" The question slipped out before you could stop it, your fingers tightening reflexively around her waist.
Moonlight caught the sudden tension in her jaw as she turned her face slightly away, shadows pooling in the hollow of her throat where your cum still glistened.
"For now," she murmured, fingertips tracing idle patterns on your chest that felt more like Morse code than affection, "let's keep it a secret from your father. And also your older sister.”
Secret.
You also thought of keeping the dirty secret you had from your mother a secret. And that too.
Eunbi's breath hitched audibly when your half-hard cock twitched against her slick heat, the sensation sending electric jolts up your spine. A slow, wicked smile curled her lips—the kind you'd never seen outside of late-night movies she thought you weren't watching.
"It seems Mommy's little dear baby is hard again," she purred, rolling her hips just enough to smear your precum across her swollen lips.
"Want to try getting into the hole you came out of?”
You nodded.
Eunbi said, "let mommy get a condom first, Baby".
Your grip tightened around Eunbi's wrist before she could pull away, fingertips pressing into the delicate veins beneath her skin hard enough to leave fleeting white marks. "Can we do it without condoms, Mom?" The words came out rougher than you intended, scraped raw from the pit of your stomach.
"We do it raw."
Eunbi's breath stuttered—a wet, fractured sound caught between her teeth. You watched the pulse at her throat leap like a trapped animal, her pupils swallowing the brown of her irises until only black remained. The silence stretched taut between you, filled only by the slick sound of her thighs rubbing together with your cock.
"Well my dear," she murmured, thumb brushing your lower lip with deliberate slowness, "we will do it raw."
Eunbi's thighs trembled as she spread them wider, her fingers parting slick folds that glistened under the dim bedroom light like petals after rain.
"Here, baby," she breathed, her voice cracking on the last syllable as she guided your cockhead to her entrance—that same warmth that had birthed you now welcoming you back in a way that should've made your skin crawl.
Instead, your hips jerked forward of their own accord, sheathing yourself inside her with one brutal thrust that punched twin moans from your throats—hers high and broken, yours a guttural groan that vibrated through clenched teeth.
The heat was suffocating, her walls fluttering around your length with frantic pulses that felt less like resistance and more like hunger. Eunbi's nails scored down your back as she arched beneath you, her head thrashing against the pillows as her thighs locked around your hips—silk-soft skin pressed flush against yours, damp with sweat and the evidence of her arousal.
"Oh—fuck—" she whimpered, the curse strange on her usually pristine lips, "you're so—ah—so big, my baby boy—”
"Urgh... Mom, inside you are very tight and warm," you groaned shamelessly against her damp neck, hips pistoning with a brutality that made the headboard slam against the wall in time with your thrusts.
Eunbi's thighs trembled around your waist—the same thighs that had cradled your childhood naps now spread obscenely wide to accommodate the cock she'd birthed you with. Her walls pulsed around your length in rhythmic flutters, each contraction milking you deeper as her slick heat threatened to drown your senses.
"Feels like—fuck—like your pussy's sucking me back in."
Eunbi's breath hitched in a wet, fractured gasp when you hooked your arms under her knees, folding her nearly double as you drove into her at a new angle. The change made her shriek—a sound halfway between pain and ecstasy—as her nails scored bloody crescents into your shoulders.
"A-ah! There, right there—" Her plea dissolved into wordless whimpers when you focused your thrusts on that spot, the obscene slap of skin against skin drowning out her broken moans.
Precum dripped from your tip in thick strands, mixing with her arousal until the sheets beneath you were soaked through. You watched, mesmerized, as her stomach visibly bulged with each brutal penetration—the outline of your cock distorting her abdomen in a way that should've repulsed you but only made you pound into her harder.
"Look at that, Mom," you panted, slapping a hand against the rippling flesh, "you can see where I'm fucking you. Your belly's taking me so deep—”
Eunbi's hips bucked wildly beneath you, her body moving with a rhythm that felt both practiced and desperate—as if she'd been imagining this moment long before tonight.
"Aurgh... I'm really a naughty mother," she gasped, her voice cracking mid-sentence as her fingers dug into the sweat-slick skin of your back. Her pupils rolled upward until only the whites showed, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as another brutal thrust punched the air from her lungs.
"But I like it—god—I like my son fucking me—" The confession shattered into a wail as you angled your hips just right, hitting a spot that made her entire body seize like she'd been electrocuted.
Her thighs trembled around your waist, the same soft thighs that had cradled you as a child now clamping down with bruising force as she neared her peak. The sight was obscene—her breasts bouncing with each snap of your hips, her nipples stiff and flushed against the pale swell of her flesh. Drool pooled at the corner of her gaping mouth, her usually pristine lips now swollen and glistening from where she'd bitten them raw.
"F-faster—" she begged, the words slurring together as her head thrashed against the pillows. "Please, baby, please—”
The headboard slammed against the wall with each piston-like thrust, the rhythm syncopated by Eunbi's ragged gasps. Her thighs—once soft enough to cradle your childhood tears—now trembled against your hips with bruising force, her calves hooked over your shoulders as her body arched into each penetration.
"Mom, I need to cum," you groaned, the words scraping raw against your throat as her walls fluttered around you like a vice of wet silk.
Eunbi's fingernails scored down your sweat-slicked back, her hips bucking wildly to meet your thrusts. "Together, baby," she panted, her voice shredded beyond recognition, "let's cum together—" The sentence fractured into a scream as you angled upward, hitting that spot deep inside her that made her entire body convulse.
“baby-Urgh…. ”
Eunbi's scream tore through the room like shattered glass—high, broken, utterly ruined—as her back arched off the bed with enough force to lift you both slightly. Her fingers scrambled against the sheets, twisting the fabric into desperate knots while her thighs clamped around your hips hard enough to bruise. You felt it the moment her walls convulsed around you, that vice-like flutter milking your cock in rhythmic pulses that dragged your own climax from you with brutal efficiency.
Hot cum erupted from your tip in thick, ropey spurts that painted her inner walls white—each jet hitting deeper than the last as Eunbi's pussy sucked greedily at your shaft. The sensation was obscene, her body pulling your seed deeper with each contraction as if determined to claim every drop. You could feel the exact moment your cum mixed with her release, the warm slickness flooding around your cock in waves that made your thighs tremble.
"Fuck—Mom—" The curse ripped from your throat raw and unbidden as you bottomed out inside her, hips stuttering through the last violent pulses.
Eunbi's nails scored bloody trails down your back, her entire body shaking through the aftershocks as her womb greedily accepted what belonged there. Her inner muscles continued to flutter around your softening length, milking out the last pearly drops as her thighs quivered against your hips.
The silence that followed was thick as syrup, broken only by the ragged symphony of your breathing—hers high and fluttery like a trapped bird's, yours a guttural rasp that vibrated through clenched teeth. You didn't pull out. Couldn't. Not when her inner walls still pulsed around your softening length in drowsy aftershocks, milking the last pearly drops of your release as if her body feared the separation as much as you did.
Eunbi's thighs trembled where they bracketed your hips—those same pillowy thighs that had cradled your childhood naps now sticky with sweat and other fluids. A strand of saliva stretched between her swollen lips when she exhaled shakily, the bridge snapping as she licked them clean with a slow drag of her tongue that made your spent cock twitch inside her.
"I love you, Mom," you murmured into the damp hollow of her throat, the words tasting foreign yet inevitable—like a secret finally spoken aloud after festering for decades.
Eunbi's fingers carded through your sweat-damp hair with the same absentminded tenderness she'd used when checking your childhood fevers, her nails scratching lightly against your scalp.
"I love you too, my dear," she whispered back, the endearment curling around your spine like a physical touch.
Can it be like this?
Secrets become secrets, without being revealed.
You hope your secrets remain hidden until the other secrets hit you when you find out.
A massage from Karina.
Meet me and I would show what secret hiding after all this time.
Update for next week I decided to make a one shot story, don't worry! I will still update Secret Lesson tomorrow. Now it's time for the poll.
Synopsis: Male oc: Father and son they do have a secret, the father is married to a single mother who has a daughter. The secret they hide is open marriage where the father has sex with the daughter and the son has sex with the mother.
(Karina X Winter X Giselle X Ningning X Irene X Seulgi X Wendy X Joy X Yeri X Male Reader) Wordcount: 29638 words
You turn your head.
Karina and Winter step out together.
Your girlfriend’s lips curve into a wicked, triumphant smile the second your eyes meet. Winter, on the other hand, looks ashamed, cheeks burning red, unable to meet your gaze for more than a second.
Your eyes narrow.
“Karina.”
Your voice comes out low and rough. She tilts her head, still smiling.
“Hey baby.”
She replies sweetly, like she didn’t just walk in on you creampying one of her best friends while the other is now eating your cum out of her.
You look at Winter. She shrinks slightly under your stare, biting her lip. The guilt on her face is obvious.
Did you get played by both of them?
The thought hits you hard. All this time, the teasing, the begging, the way Winter had been pushing so hard… Was Karina still pulling strings even after you faked your orgasm?
Ningning and Giselle finally notice the new arrivals. Ningning pulls her face away from Giselle’s pussy, lips shiny with a mix of your cum and Giselle’s juices. Her eyes go wide when she sees Karina and Winter standing there. Giselle sits up, still breathing hard, her face also covered in your dried load. She looks between Karina and Winter, shock written all over her expression.
But Karina’s smile doesn’t fade. She takes a slow step forward, eyes sweeping over the obscene scene - Ningning and Giselle on their knees, both marked and covered in your cum, your cock still hard and glistening from their juices and spit.
“Well…”
Karina says, voice dripping with amusement:
“Looks like someone lost a bet.”
You narrow your eyes.
“I only-“
Karina cuts you off before you can reveal that you caught her touching herself and losing first.
“Baby… I can’t even count how many times you came this month. With Irene unnie, with Seulgi unnie, with Joy unnie, with Yeri unnie… Should I keep going?”
You open your mouth to argue, but she raises a hand.
“And don’t even try the ‘I faked it’ excuse. Minjeong was only pretending to help you fake your orgasm… but she was on my side the whole time.”
Winter shrinks slightly beside her, cheeks burning red, unable to meet your eyes.
You feel a cold wave wash over you.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me…”
Karina pulls out her phone, taps a few times, and turns the screen toward you. It’s a video. The same night you thought you caught her touching herself. But this time the angle is different, clearly from a different camera. In the video, Karina is lying in bed, moaning softly… but her hand isn’t between her legs. She’s just pretending, rubbing her thigh, putting on a show. She even glances toward the door with a tiny, knowing smirk before continuing her fake moans.
Your stomach drops.
Karina locks the phone and puts it away, smiling brightly.
“You really thought I’d lose that easily?”
You stand there, stunned, slowly piecing everything together. Karina had looked way too confident the entire month. Winter had been pushing untypically hard to get you to fuck her. The way Winter and Karina almost looked like they knew things they shouldn’t have…
You rub your face with your hand, annoyed at yourself.
“I should’ve known. You were too smug. Winter was too eager…”
Karina walks closer, still smiling, and gently pats your chest.
“It’s okay, baby. You tried really hard this year.”
She leans in, voice dropping to a whisper.
“But you lost.”
Behind her, Winter shifts awkwardly, still looking guilty but also a little relieved it’s finally out in the open. Giselle and Ningning are both staring at the scene, wide-eyed, clearly processing everything that is going on. You don’t think either of them is involved and you can’t tell if they even knew what was going on between you and Karina until now.
The bet is over. And you lost. You stand there, still breathing hard, cock slowly softening as the reality of the situation sinks in.
Fuck.
You lost.
The disappointment hits you like a cold wave. All that effort… and Karina had been playing you the entire time. You rub a hand over your face again, annoyed at yourself for not seeing the signs sooner.
Karina watches you with that bright, victorious smile. She gently starts running a finger down your chest.
“You know what the punishment is, right? No cuming for the entire next month.”
You let out a long, defeated sigh.
“…Yeah. I know.”
Karina’s smile widens, clearly enjoying your reluctant acceptance.
“But until December starts…”
She continues, voice dropping into a teasing purr.
“You can do whatever you want. And right now, you have all four of us right here in this apartment.”
Before you can even respond, Karina turns her head slightly.
“Winter gets the first round, though. She helped me win, after all. It’s only fair.”
You look at Winter, who’s standing there looking equal parts guilty and nervous. You scoff.
“Why the hell would I fuck her right now?”
You mutter in defiance.
“After she betrayed me like that?”
Karina rolls her eyes, clearly not buying your resistance for a second. She reaches over and gently tugs the zipper of Winter’s oversized sweater down. The fabric parts and slides off Winter’s shoulders, pooling at her feet. She’s wearing almost nothing underneath. Just a tiny black bralette and a matching thong. Her toned body is on full display, smooth skin glowing under the living room lights.
You can’t help but stare. Karina notices. She gives Winter a small, playful shove toward you.
“Go on, Minjeong-ah. Have fun.”
Winter stumbles forward a step, cheeks burning red. She’s clearly embarrassed, arms half-crossing over her chest instinctively, but she doesn’t try to cover herself completely. Her eyes flick up to meet yours. They look shy, nervous… but also full of quiet want.
Your sex drive, which had barely calmed down, surges back to life. You know you should be angry. You know she played you. But looking at her body, that tight waist, those small tits, the way she’s standing there in almost nothing, waiting for you…
You grab Winter by the waist with both hands and lift her effortlessly, turning her and setting her down on the wide backrest of the couch. Her legs dangle on either side of you. Before she can even steady herself, you step between her thighs and pull her into a rough, demanding kiss. Winter gasps into your mouth, surprised by the sudden intensity. Your tongue pushes past her lips, claiming her as your hands roam greedily over her body, sliding up her sides, squeezing her tits through the thin bralette, then moving down to grip her ass hard, pulling her closer. She moans helplessly against your lips, unable to do anything but take it. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, fingers digging in as you devour her mouth, kissing her like you’ve been holding back for weeks.
While you’re lost in Winter’s lips, you feel movement behind her. Giselle and Ningning have climbed onto the couch cushions, kneeling on either side of Winter’s dangling legs. Their heads are now perfectly level with your cock. Without needing instruction, they lean in together. Ningning takes the left side, pressing soft kisses along your shaft before licking a slow stripe up the length. Giselle takes the right, wrapping her lips around the head and sucking gently as she swirls her tongue around the tip. You groan into Winter’s mouth as the dual sensation hits you. You keep kissing her roughly, one hand tangled in her hair, the other squeezing her ass, while Giselle and Ningning work your cock with messy, eager mouths. Winter whimpers against your lips, clearly feeling the way your body reacts to the two girls sucking you off behind her. Her thighs tremble on either side of your hips as she melts under your kiss.
Giselle and Ningning alternate smoothly once more, one sucking the head while the other licks and kisses the shaft and balls, then switching with wet, sloppy sounds. Spit drips down your length as they worship you. Their tongues occasionally brush against each other around your cock.
You pull back from Winter’s mouth just enough to breathe, lips brushing hers.
“Fuck… you taste so good.”
Winter’s eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed. She tries to reply, but you kiss her again, harder this time, swallowing her moan as Giselle takes you deeper into her throat while Ningning sucks on your balls.
You reach down with one hand, fingers hooking into the thin strap of Winter’s tiny black thong. Without warning, you rip it hard. The delicate fabric tears with a sharp snap, exposing her small, cleanly shaven pussy. Winter gasps in disbelief, her eyes widening as she feels the cool air hit her soaked, sensitive cunt.
“W-wait-oppa-!”
She stammers, voice trembling with shock… but there’s no real protest. If anything, the sudden roughness makes her even wetter. Her thighs shake visibly, a fresh trickle of arousal running down her skin.
You push Ningning and Giselle off your cock with firm but gentle hands. Both girls pull back, lips shiny and swollen as they watch what you’re about to do.
You grip your thick, glistening cock and slap it heavily against Winter’s tiny, sensitive pussy.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The wet sound echoes as you smack your cock against her swollen folds and clit. Winter jolts and shakes with every impact, letting out sharp, needy gasps.
“Ah-! Fuck-it’s so heavy-”
Her hips twitch uncontrollably.
You align yourself with her dripping entrance and push forward in one powerful stroke. You bottom out inside her with a single deep thrust. Winter’s eyes fly open wide, a loud, broken cry tearing from her throat as her tight pussy is suddenly stretched and filled completely.
“OH MY GOD-! Too big-! You’re-ahh-splitting me in half!”
You start ruining her small body immediately with hard, deep, relentless thrusts that make her entire frame jolt forward on the backrest of the couch. Your hips slam against her own with every stroke. Your cock pounds into her tight, soaking pussy without pause.
Winter’s moans turn into desperate, broken screams.
“Fuck-! Oppa-! Slow down-I can’t-ahh-you’re too deep!”
But her body betrays her words. Her legs wrap around your waist instinctively, pulling you even deeper as her pussy clenches and spasms around your cock. Her small frame shakes violently with every brutal thrust, her small tits bouncing slightly in the thin bralette. You grip her hips hard, using them as leverage to fuck her even harder, completely lost in the tight heat of her pussy. The wet, slick sounds of your cock destroying her fill the room as Ningning and Giselle watch from the side. Winter’s head falls back, eyes rolling as she tries taking everything, completely overwhelmed and ruined on your cock.
“AH-! Fuck-! Oppa…too rough-! I can’t-ahh!”
She cries out. Her voice cracks into high-pitched, desperate screams. Her small body jolts like a doll on the backrest of the couch. Her legs shake without control around your waist. You pound into her relentlessly, bottoming out with every stroke. The head of your cock kisses her cervix over and over again.
Ningning and Giselle don’t stay idle. They move in closer, their hands reaching for Winter’s thin black bralette. Together, they pull it up and off her body, freeing her small, beautiful tits.
The moment they’re exposed, both girls lean in. Ningning takes Winter’s right nipple into her mouth, sucking hard and flicking her tongue over the sensitive peak. Giselle does the same to the left, sucking and gently biting while her hand squeezes the soft flesh. Winter’s eyes roll back. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as the overwhelming pleasure hits her from all sides.
“Fuuuuck! My tits-! You’re-ahh-sucking my tits while he fucks me!”
She completely loses control. Her small frame shakes violently between the three of you. Her pussy clenches and flutters madly around your cock as Ningning and Giselle devour her tits, sucking, licking, and biting her sensitive nipples while you destroy her pussy with deep, punishing thrusts.
Winter’s moans turn into broken, incoherent cries.
“I can’t-too much-gonna-ahh-I’m cuming!”
Her orgasm hits her like a tsunami. Her back arches. Her entire body convulses as she squirts hard around your cock. She soaks your thighs and the couch beneath her. Her tits bounce in Ningning and Giselle’s mouths as she shakes and trembles through the intense climax.
But you don’t stop fucking her. You keep pounding into her tight, spasming pussy, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible while the two girls continue sucking on her tits, making her cum even harder.
Winter is a complete, sobbing mess, eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out slightly, body jerking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through her. You keep thrusting through it all, savoring the way her pussy milks your cock, determined to ruin her completely. Your hips snap forward harder and faster, driving your thick cock into her tight, oversensitive cunt with deep, heavy strokes. The sound of your hips slamming against her own grows louder as you rail her without a break.
Winter is completely spent after her orgasm, but you don’t let her rest. She mewls and whimpers helplessly. Her voice cracks. The overstimulation crashes through her.
“Ah! Too much! Oppa-I just came-ahh-please!”
Her eyes go cross-eyed. Her mouth hangs open as she loses the ability to form real words.
A few moments later, her upper body loses all strength. Winter collapses backward with a weak cry. Her back arches over the backrest of the couch. Her head falls back, almost touching the seat cushions behind her. She’s now bent at an extreme angle. Only your firm grip on her waist keeps her connected to you as you keep destroying her pussy. The new position makes her tight midriff stretch and flex beautifully. You can see it. the subtle but unmistakable bulge of your cock pressing against her lower stomach every time you bottom out inside her.
Ningning’s eyes widen when she sees it.
“Fuck…”
She whispers, biting her lip. She leans in closer, mesmerized, and starts kissing and licking the bulge on Winter’s stomach again and again, right where your cock is visibly moving inside her.
You’re barely able to think straight. The betrayal from Winter still burns in the back of your mind, mixing with the incredible tightness of her pussy. You’re running on pure instinct now.
You manage to growl out between heavy breaths.
“Giselle… write something on her.”
You’re too lost in your pleasure to specify what, but Giselle seems to understand exactly what you want.
She uncaps the marker with a soft click. While you try to slow your thrusts just enough to give her space, Giselle leans over Winter’s arched, trembling body and starts writing.
TRAITOR
The word stretches across Winter’s upper body. The T sits right over her small tits. The rest of the letters trail down her toned stomach. The final R ending just above her pussy. Right where your cock keeps bulging visibly.
Winter can only moan brokenly, too overwhelmed to even protest. Her cross-eyed expression and the way her body keeps jolting show she’s completely lost to the sensation.
Giselle steps back, admiring her handiwork with a mix of satisfaction and arousal. The word TRAITOR now marks Winter’s body.
You don’t stop fucking her hard, hands digging into her waist as you watch the obscene sight: Winter bent backward, marked like a cheap whore, getting her pussy ruined while Ningning kisses the bulge on her stomach and Giselle watches with hungry eyes. Your cock keeps slamming into her tight, soaked pussy again and again. Her petite person bounces on the backrest of the couch with every powerful stroke, her perky tits bouncing with the rhythm.
Even though her brain is completely fucked out - eyes crossed, mouth open in constant moans - Winter instinctively tries to hide the humiliating words written across her body. Her hands fly up shakily, attempting to cover the TRAITOR stretching over her tits and stomach.
“I’m-ahh-sorry-! I just… wanted your cock so bad-please-I’m sorry-”
You don’t slow down. You keep ruining her pussy, hips snapping forward.
“You’ve got it now, don’t you?”
Before she can respond, Giselle reaches forward and grabs both of Winter’s wrists. She yanks her hands away, pinning them above Winter’s head and fully exposing the degrading writing across her body. Winter whimpers in embarrassment, trying to complain, but Giselle doesn’t let her. She leans down and captures Winter’s mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, swallowing her protests. Winter melts almost instantly, moaning into Giselle’s mouth as their tongues slide together.
You glance to the side. Karina is sitting on the couch across from you, legs spread, one hand between her thighs as she touches herself while watching you destroy her friend. Her eyes are dark with lust, clearly enjoying the show.
You don’t even have to think.
“Ningning. Go eat out Karina.”
There’s barely a flicker of resistance in Ningning’s eyes. Just a brief moment of hesitation before raw hunger takes over. She crawls over to Karina on all fours and kneels between her legs.
You keep fucking Winter hard, watching as Ningning pulls Karina’s panties aside and buries her face between her thighs. Karina lets out a soft, satisfied moan, one hand tangling in Ningning’s hair as she starts eating her out.
The living room is now filled with the sounds of pure depravity:
Your cock pounds Winter’s pussy. Her muffled moans vibrate against Giselle’s lips as they make out. Ningning’s wet, hungry slurping sounds as she devours Karina’s pussy. Karina’s soft moans of pleasure.
Karina is kneeling between your thighs, her soft, perfect tits wrapped tightly around your cock. She’s giving you a slow, sensual titjob, sliding her breasts up and down your length while looking up at you with that teasing smile.
“Mmm… does that feel good, baby?”
She purrs, squeezing her tits tighter around you.
“You’ve been such a naughty boy this month… but I still love how hard you get for me.”
She leans down and licks the tip of your cock every time it emerges from between her cleavage. Her tongue swirls around the head before she continues sliding her warm, soft tits along your shaft.
To your right, Winter has taken your hand. She’s straddling two of your fingers, riding them slowly but eagerly. Her tight, soaked pussy grips your digits as she rocks her hips, soft whimpers escaping her lips. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes half-lidded as she uses your fingers to fuck herself.
“Ah… oppa’s fingers feel so good…”
Her voice trembles with need. Her hips roll in messy circles, chasing the pleasure as she uses your hand like her personal toy.
Karina continues working your cock between her tits. She squeezes them tighter around your shaft, sliding them up and down in an experienced, intimate rhythm. When your cock emerges from her cleavage again, she leans down and spits on it. A thick, warm globe of saliva drips onto your length, making everything wetter and slicker.
“Mmm… your cock looks so good between them.”
She spits again, letting it run down your cock as she continues the titjob, her soft breasts massaging every inch of you.
You turn your head to the right, toward the other end of the couch.
Giselle and Ningning have moved there.
Ningning is half-sitting against the backrest, legs spread wide. Giselle is on top of her, straddling one of her thighs, their soaked pussies pressed directly against each other. They’re grinding slowly but passionately, hips rolling in sync as they make out deeply. Giselle’s hands are in Ningning’s hair, pulling her closer as their tongues slide together. Ningning’s hands grip Giselle’s ass, squeezing and guiding her movements as they rub against one another. The wet sounds of their pussies dragging together mix with soft, shaky moans.
The sight is incredibly hot. The two of them lost in each other, marked bodies glistening with sweat and remnants of your cum, grinding their clits together while they kiss like they’ve been holding back for weeks.
You groan deeply at the entire scene.
Karina keeps sliding her spit-slick tits up and down your cock, occasionally licking the tip when it emerges. Winter rides your fingers faster, whimpering softly. And on the other end of the couch, Giselle and Ningning continue grinding and making out, their moans growing louder.
You’re standing behind Ningning, gripping her hips as you pound her pussy from behind with deep thrusts. She’s bent over the back of the couch, one leg propped up on the backrest, giving you the perfect angle to drive into her. One of your hands is tangled in her long hair, pulling her head back so she’s forced to look forward. The other hand stays on her waist, holding her in place as your cock slams into her again and again.
Ningning’s moans are loud and broken. Her body jumps forward with every hard thrust.
“Fuck-oppa…too deep-ahh!”
Across the room, Winter is lying flat on her back on the kitchen table with her legs spread wide. Giselle is between her thighs, eagerly eating her out, her tongue flicking rapidly over Winter’s clit while two fingers pump in and out of her soaked pussy. Winter’s back is arched. Soft, desperate whimpers spill from her lips as she grips Giselle’s hair tightly.
And right in front of Ningning’s forced line of sight is Karina.
She sits on the other end of the couch, legs spread, watching everything with a smile. She has her thick dildo in her hand, which she got from the drawer of her nightstand earlier, and is now slowly sliding it in and out of her own pussy as she enjoys the show.
“Look at you.”
Karina taunts.
“Getting railed like a pathetic little slut by my boyfriend while I watch. You really are the biggest whore here, Ningning.”
Ningning whimpers, her pussy clenching around your cock at Karina’s degrading words. You keep pounding into her, pulling her hair tighter to keep her head up.
Karina laughs, thrusting the dildo faster into herself.
“Does it feel good? Getting fucked in our living room? I bet your pussy is creaming all over his cock right now, isn’t it?”
Ningning can only moan in response, her body shaking as you continue to destroy her from behind. Her eyes are tearing up, her cheeks are burning, completely overwhelmed by the combination of your cock and Karina’s taunting.
You savor the tight heat of Ningning’s pussy hips slamming forward hard and fast, driving your thick cock deep into her soaked pussy again and again. The filthy sound of your hips slapping against her ass echoes through the room as you grip her waist with both hands, pulling her back onto your cock.
Behind you, on the kitchen table, Giselle has Winter completely at her mercy. Winter’s loud, high-pitched cries suddenly peak as Giselle sucks hard on her clit and curls her fingers inside her. Winter cums hard again, her back arching off the table, thighs shaking around Giselle’s head as she gushes onto her tongue.
“Fuck…I’m cuming!”
Winter sobs. Her voice cracks beautifully.
You don’t even turn around to look. You’re too focused on the tight, fluttering heat of Ningning’s pussy wrapped around your cock.
Karina stands up after pulling the dildo completely out of her pussy and walks over. Without warning, she slaps Ningning’s flushed cheek. It’s sharp enough to make her gasp.
“Open your mouth.”
Ningning obeys instantly, parting her lips with a shaky whimper. Karina pushes the dildo straight into Ningning’s mouth.
“Suck it. Taste me while he fucks you.”
Ningning gags and chokes around the dildo, eyes watering as Karina slowly fucks her mouth with it, coating her tongue and throat with her juices. The lewd sounds of Ningning gagging mix with the wet slapping of your cock pounding her pussy. You keep thrusting hard, feeling Ningning’s walls clench involuntarily around you from the overwhelming stimulation.
Then you feel a warm body press against your back. Giselle has moved behind you. Her soft tits press against your back as she leans in. Her lips brush your ear.
“Oppa…can I have your cock again too…?”
You’re lying on your back on the couch, breathing heavily as Giselle rides your cock in reverse cowgirl. She’s facing away from you. Her perfect ass bounces up and down on your lap as she takes your cock deep inside her tight pussy. The rhythmic sound of her ass slapping against your thighs fills the room. Your hands are full, gripping and squeezing her plump, soft ass cheeks hard, spreading them apart so you can watch your cock disappear into her again and again. Her butt jiggles in your palms with every downward thrust.
Giselle moans shamelessly. Her hands are braced on your thighs for leverage as she rides you faster.
“Fuck… your cock feels so good inside me…”
She rolls her hips in deep circles before lifting and slamming back down.
To your right, on the floor beside the couch, Ningning is kneeling. She’s riding the thick dildo Karina had been using earlier, bouncing on it in almost perfect sync with Giselle. Her marked body glistens with sweat. The degrading words are blatantly visible on her skin as she fucks herself on the toy.
Faintly, from the other side of the room, you hear Winter’s desperate voice.
“Unnie-please-slower-I can’t-ahh-it’s too much!”
Karina just laughs, rubbing Winter’s clit, overstimulating the younger girl even further.
You tune it all out and focus on the view in front of you. Giselle’s ass looks incredible as she bounces on your cock. Round. Firm. Tight. Perfect. Every time she lifts up, you see her pussy stretch around your thickness before she drops back down, swallowing you completely. You squeeze her cheeks harder, spreading them wider.
Giselle moans louder, clearly enjoying how you’re manhandling her ass.
“You like my ass, oppa?”
She glances back over her shoulder with a flushed, lust-filled smile.
“You like watching it bounce on your cock?”
You groan, thrusting up to meet her bounces, making her cry out.
Ningning keeps riding the dildo beside you. Her eyes are fixed on the way Giselle rides you, clearly jealous but too turned on to stop or to intervene. Winter’s broken, overstimulated moans continue in the background as Karina edges her mercilessly.
You keep your hands full on Giselle’s ass, squeezing and spreading her as she bounces harder, completely lost in the feeling of her tight, wet pussy and the hypnotic view of her perfect ass rippling in your grip.
You have Winter pinned down on the kitchen table, completely obliterating her tight little pussy. She’s lying flat on her back, legs spread and trembling in the air as you grip her small waist with both hands and slam into her without a break. Your cock drives deep and hard with every thrust.
Winter’s eyes are rolled back. Her mouth hangs open in constant, broken sobs and moans. The bold black letters TRAITOR written across her tits and stomach stretch and shift every time her body jolts or she tries to breathe.
Karina stands right beside the table. She watches with a cruel smirk as she slowly strokes Winter’s hair.
“Aww, look at you.”
Karina coos mockingly.
“Betraying my boyfriend just so you could get his cock. You were so eager to help me win… all because you’re such a desperate little slut for him.”
Winter gasps and sobs. Her small body shakes under your relentless pounding.
“I-I’m sorry-ahh! Please!”
Karina laughs.
“You even took his fake load all over your pretty face. Turns out you are just a stupid cum rag.”
Winter’s face burns with humiliation. Fresh tears leak from the corners of her eyes as she gets fucked senseless.
Karina picks up the marker. While you keep destroying Winter’s pussy, Karina leans over her chest and starts writing right above her tits.
CUM RAG
Winter whimpers pathetically as she feels the marker moving across her skin. The new degrading label is now permanently added to her marked body.
On the couch nearby, Ningning and Giselle are playfully fighting over the thick dildo.
“Give it back!”
Ningning whines, trying to snatch it from Giselle’s hand.
“No way, you already had your turn.”
Giselle giggles, holding it away while straddling Ningning’s lap. They wrestle over the toy, laughing and moaning as their naked bodies rub against each other, clearly enjoying the playful struggle.
You keep your grip tight on Winter’s waist and continue ruining her pussy. You watch her trembling body bounce on the table. Karina stands beside you, admiring her work with a proud smile as Winter falls apart completely beneath you. You grip Winter’s waist even tighter and start fucking her harder, slamming your cock into her soaked, overstimulated pussy with almost brutal force. The wet slapping sounds grow louder and filthier as you rail her without holding back. With a deep growl, you lift her hips completely off the kitchen table, holding her lower body up in the air. Only her head and shoulders remain on the table. Her back gets arched as you use her like a toy. The new angle lets you drive even deeper, your cock bullying her cervix.
Karina reaches over and starts playing with Winter’s tits, squeezing them, pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples while the TRAITOR and CUMRAG markings stretch and move across her skin.
You look down at Winter’s fucked-out face and mock her with a dark chuckle.
“Look at you… so fucking desperate for my cock that you betrayed me. You want me to use you like a cum rag, don’t you?”
Winter sobs and nods frantically, her voice broken and shaky.
“Yes…please…use me...I’m your cum rag-ahh!”
You keep pounding into her lifted body, watching her tits bounce in Karina’s hands.
“You want me to cum in your mouth? Beg for it.”
Winter’s eyes have completely lost focus.
“Please…cum in my mouth…use me like a cum rag…please, oppa…I’ll swallow everything-!”
Karina smirks and leans over Winter’s face.
“Be a good cum rag and open your mouth.”
Winter obeys instantly, opening wide and sticking her tongue out. Her eyes flutter with desperate anticipation as she waits for your load. Instead, Karina spits directly into her open mouth. A thick, warm globe lands on her tongue.
Winter mewls in humiliated surprise, eyes widening as she tastes Karina instead of you.
“Unnie!”
She complains, but she doesn’t close her mouth. She keeps it open, tongue still out, trembling as you continue destroying her pussy from the lifted position.
Karina laughs and spits into her mouth again.
“Swallow, cum rag.”
Winter whimpers pathetically but obeys. She swallows Karina’s spit while you keep fucking her hard, her small body shaking in your grip.
The living room has turned into a complete den of depravity, but right now the only thing that matters is Karina. You’re kneeling between her spread legs on the floor, slowly but deeply thrusting into her. Karina lies on her back, legs wrapped loosely around your waist. Her hands are gently holding your arms as you sink deep inside her with every intimate stroke.
The thrusts are slow and hard. The kind that make her feel every single inch as you bottom out, grinding against her cervix before pulling back and doing it again. The slick sounds of your cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy are soft but constant.
Karina’s eyes are locked on yours. Her lips part as soft moans escape her. For a few minutes, the two of you are in your own little world, completely tuned out from the chaos around you.
“You feel so good…”
Her voice is full of affection. Her walls tremble and squeeze around you, pulling you in like she never wants you to leave.
You lean down and kiss her, tongues sliding together as you keep that steady, intimate rhythm. Her hands move up to cup your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks tenderly while you fuck her.
A few feet away on the kitchen table, Winter is still lying there, completely spent. She’s propped herself up on her elbows, breathing heavily as she watches you fuck Karina. Her body is covered in sweat and marker, TRAITOR and CUMRAG still clearly visible across her chest and stomach. She looks almost mesmerized by the sight of you being so gentle yet deep with Karina.
On the couch, Ningning and Giselle are locked in a heated 69. Giselle is on top. Her face is buried between Ningning’s thighs, licking and sucking on her clit while two fingers pump inside her. Ningning is underneath, eagerly eating Giselle out, her hands gripping Giselle’s ass as she moans into her pussy. Their bodies are pressed tightly together. Their hips roll and grind as they devour each other with messy, hungry sounds.
But none of that fully registers right now. You stay focused on Karina. You use slow, deep, intimate strokes that make her toes curl and her back arch off the floor. She pulls you down into another long kiss, moaning softly into your mouth every time you grind against that perfect spot inside her.
For this moment, it’s just the two of you.
You’re half-lying on the couch, leaning back against the cushions with Giselle completely trapped in a full Nelson position on top of you. Her back is pressed flush against your chest. Her legs are hooked over your arms. Your hands are locked behind her head, forcing her to look straight down at her own pussy. Your thick cock is buried deep inside her, stretching her wide open.
Hard, powerful upward thrusts slam into her soaked cunt, making her entire body shake like crazy on top of you. The wet, filthy sound of your cock pounding into her fills the room as you rail her without mercy.
“Fuck! Fuck! Oppa-I can see it-I can see your cock ruining me!”
Giselle screams. Her eyes are wide open as she’s forced to watch every single inch of your cock disappear into her pussy and come back out glistening with her juices.
You keep her head locked in place, making sure she doesn’t miss a single detail: the way her pussy lips stretch around your thickness, the way her clit throbs, the way her juices drip down your shaft.
“You’re gonna watch exactly how I break this pussy.”
You growl into her ear, fucking her even harder.
Giselle’s moans turn into desperate, broken sobs as she’s forced to witness her own destruction. Her tits bounce. Her body is completely helpless in your strong hold.
Winter sits on the edge of the couch nearby, watching with wide, lust-filled eyes as you absolutely obliterate Giselle. She bites her lip, thighs pressed together.
On the floor just a few feet away, Karina has Ningning on all fours. She’s kneeling behind her, roughly fucking Ningning with the thick dildo, one hand gripping her hair while the other pushes the dildo in and out of her pussy.
“Take it, you little whore.”
Karina bites, slamming the toy deep into Ningning again and again.
Ningning moans into the carpet, pushing her ass back to meet her thrust.
But your focus stays mostly on Giselle. The way her pussy creams all over your cock. The way her body shakes in the full Nelson. The broken, humiliated moans she lets out every time she watches herself get fucked senseless.
You keep her head locked down, forcing her to stare at the lewd sight of your cock ruining her tight hole. Giselle lets out a shrill cry, her pussy clenching around you as the humiliating position and brutal fucking push her closer and closer to the edge. You tighten your grip behind Giselle’s head, forcing her chin down even harder so she has no choice but to stare directly at her own stretched pussy getting destroyed.
You start pounding up into her with savage, unrelenting force. Every upward thrust makes her tight twat swallow your entire cock. Her slick juices spray out around your shaft and drip down your balls. The wet, filthy plap-plap-plap of your hips slamming into her ass echoes loudly through the room.
“Fuck-look at that greedy little cunt. Taking all of it like it was made for me.”
Giselle’s eyes are wide and out of focus, as she’s forced to watch her own pussy get ruined in real time. Her folds are swollen and puffy, stretched around your thick cock as you hammer into her from below.
“Oppa! It’s too deep-I can see it-I can see you breaking my pussy!”
She sobs, with her voice cracking.
You feel your orgasm building fast. A heavy, throbbing pressure grows in your balls as you destroy her. You fuck her as hard as you can, using the full Nelson to bounce her small body on your cock like a fleshlight. Her tight Japanese cunt clenches and spasms around you, milking your shaft as her juices run down your length. The visual of her frame trembling, her perky tits bouncing, and her own eyes locked on the sight of your cock wrecking her is pushing you dangerously close.
Giselle’s moans turn into broken, piercing squeals as you rail her thoroughly, her pussy creaming all over your cock.
Winter watches with parted lips, one hand between her own thighs. On the floor, Karina is still roughly fucking Ningning with the dildo, but even they keep glancing over at the obscene sight of you destroying Giselle in this position.
Your balls tighten. The orgasm builds hotter and heavier with every savage thrust into Giselle’s twitching twat.
You’re getting so fucking close. You feel your orgasm surging, unstoppable now.
With a deep groan, you lock your arms tighter behind Giselle’s head and slam upward with one final, devastating thrust, burying every inch of your cock as deep as possible inside her tight pussy.
Your cock pulses hard, flooding her with thick, heavy ropes of cum. You pump load after load straight into her womb, filling her completely while she’s forced to watch it all happen. Giselle’s eyes roll back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as she feels you pumping her full.
The moment the others realize what’s happening, disappointed whines and groans fill the room.
“Again…?”
Winter pouts.
“Fuck, I wanted it this time.”
Ningning mutters, clearly jealous.
Karina just clicks her tongue, smirking but still a little annoyed.
“Greedy slut…”
You hold Giselle down on your cock until the last powerful spurt empties inside her. Then you slowly relax your arms. Your cock slips out of her ruined pussy with a wet pop. Almost immediately, a thick, creamy glob of your cum leaks from her stretched hole and starts dripping down her folds.
All three girls move like predators. They crawl over quickly, surrounding Giselle’s spread legs. Karina is the first to lean in, dragging her tongue slowly up Giselle’s pussy, scooping up a big strand of your cum. Winter presses in right beside her, licking and sucking greedily at the overflowing creampie. Ningning pushes her face in too, the three of them fighting over your load as it continues to leak out of Giselle.
The girl lying on top of you whimpers and trembles, still trapped in the position, watching helplessly as her groupmates devour the cum you just pumped deep inside her.
“Mmm… so much…”
Karina moans, licking deeper, pushing her tongue inside Giselle to get more.
Winter and Ningning lap and suck noisily, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other as they clean every drop they can reach. Giselle’s pussy twitches and leaks more of your cum with every lick, the girls moaning softly as they share and swallow it.
You lean back, watching the three of them eagerly eating your creampie straight from her freshly fucked cunt. Giselle can only moan weakly, completely overwhelmed by the sight and sensation.
You’re sitting comfortably on the couch with Karina straddling you. She’s riding your cock slowly and intimately, rolling her hips in deep, sensual circles that let you feel every inch of her tight, warm walls squeezing around you. There’s no rush. Just slow, calm movements as she takes you in and out of her dripping pussy. Your hands are cupping her full, soft tits, gently squeezing and massaging them as your thumbs brush over her hard nipples. Karina’s arms are wrapped around your neck, her forehead resting against yours as you kiss deeply, tongues sliding together in lazy, passionate strokes.
The two of you are completely lost in your own little world again.
“Mmm…”
Karina moans into your mouth between kisses, her breath warm against your lips.
“I love feeling you like this… so deep inside me.”
She grinds down, taking you to the hilt before rising again, her pussy clenching lovingly around your cock. You squeeze her tits a little harder, earning a sweet whimper from her as she kisses you deeper.
In the background, the other three girls are lost in their own pleasure.
Winter is lying on her back on the floor while Ningning sits on her face, grinding her pussy against Winter’s eager tongue. Giselle is between Winter’s spread legs, licking and fingering her at the same time. The three of them moan and whimper softly, bodies moving together in a lewd tangle, but their sounds feel far away compared to the intimate connection you share with Karina.
Your girlfriend pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. Her lips brush against yours as she continues that slow, loving ride.
“Even after everything tonight…this is my favorite part. Just you and me.”
She kisses you again, deeper this time, her tits pressing into your hands as she keeps riding you with that perfect, unhurried rhythm. Her pussy feels incredible, squeezing around you like she never wants to let go. You stay lost in her, hands exploring her body, mouths moving together while the other girls continue pleasuring each other a few feet away.
For now, the rest of the world doesn’t matter.
It’s just you and Karina.
Ningning is lying face-down on the couch, her sullied body stretched out, ass slightly raised as she grips the cushions tightly. You kneel behind her, slowly pushing the thick black marker against her tight little asshole. The rounded end presses in, stretching her slowly.
“Ahh-wait… please go slowly…”
Ningning moans, her voice shaky and high-pitched. Her hips twitch, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she pushes back just a little, breathing hard as the marker sinks deeper into her ass.
The other three girls watch from the side.
Karina and Giselle are kneeling right next to you, their soft hands wrapped around your hard cock, stroking you slowly in perfect sync while they watch the marker disappear into Ningning’s tight ass. Their fingers glide up and down your shaft, occasionally squeezing or twisting at the head.
Winter sits on the armrest, biting her lip as she stares, one hand between her own thighs.
“Fuck… look at her take it.”
Karina whispers, her hand pumping you a little faster.
“Such a greedy ass for a marker.”
Giselle leans in closer. Her breath is warm against your ear as she strokes your cock.
“She’s clenching so hard… you can see it.”
Ningning whimpers loudly as you push the marker another inch deeper, her ass stretching around the thick body of it. Her toes curl and her hands fist the couch cushions.
“Ahh! It’s so thick… feels so weird-but don’t stop…”
Her voice trembles with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
You keep pushing slowly, watching her tight ring swallow more and more of the marker until a good portion is buried inside her ass. Ningning’s whole body shudders, soft moans spilling from her lips as she adjusts to the feeling.
Karina and Giselle never stop stroking your cock, their hands slick with precum as they watch the lewd scene. Karina occasionally leans down to spit on your shaft, making their combined grip even smoother.
Ningning turns her head to the side, cheeks burning red, eyes glassy as she feels the marker move slightly inside her with every breath. The other girls keep watching, completely captivated by the sight of Ningning getting her ass filled while Karina and Giselle jerk you off.
Almost the entire length disappears between her cheeks until only the very end is still visible. Ningning’s back arches, the bold DUMBASS written across her back stretching and flexing with every shaky breath she takes. Her hands claw at the couch cushions as a long, trembling moan escapes her.
“Ahhh-fuck… it’s so deep…”
Giselle, who’s still stroking your cock with Karina, bites her lip as she watches.
“Oppa… you should be careful. If you push it in too deep, we might not get it out again.”
You smirk, still holding the marker in place, feeling Ningning’s asshole clench around it.
“It’ll be fine.”
You reply casually. Then, with a teasing grin, you add:
“Or are you saying that because you want me to write more on your body instead?”
Giselle’s cheeks flush bright red. She opens her mouth, then closes it again, clearly embarrassed… but she doesn’t deny it. She just looks away, still slowly pumping your cock with her soft hand.
Karina notices something else
She glances over at Winter, who’s sitting on the armrest, completely transfixed. Winter’s eyes are glued to the marker that’s almost fully buried in Ningning’s ass, breathing a little heavier than before. She’s biting her lip hard.
Karina smiles wickedly.
“Minjeong-ah… you look very interested.”
She teases. Her voice sounds sweet but mocking.
“So eager to try it yourself, hm?”
Winter flinches, suddenly realizing she’s been staring. Her face turns bright red with shame and embarrassment.
“I-I’m not… I’m not brave enough for something like that…”
She mumbles, voice small, clearly humiliated at being caught.
Karina leans in closer, still stroking your cock lazily with Giselle.
“Maybe we can give you some courage. How about we write ANAL SLUT across your body first? Would that help?”
Winter lets out a quiet, involuntary gasp. Her thighs press together instinctively, but the way her eyes flicker with obvious arousal betrays her. She looks incredibly embarrassed… yet undeniably turned on by the idea.
She doesn’t answer right away, she just shifts uncomfortably on the armrest, cheeks burning, while Ningning continues to whimper softly with the marker still buried deep in her ass.
You look at Winter, waiting to see what she’ll say, your cock twitching in Karina and Giselle’s hands.
You’re standing in the middle of the living room, holding Winter up in your arms. Her front is pressed against your chest. Her legs are hooked over your forearms in a full carry position.
Karina steps back with a satisfied smirk, capping the marker.
“Done.”
She announces, admiring her work.
Across Winter’s entire back, written in big, bold black letters, stretches:
STUPID FREE USE TOY
Lower down, right above her small, perky ass, the words BUTTSLUT are clearly visible.
Winter has been shaking, gasping, and moaning the entire time Karina wrote on her. Her body is trembling uncontrollably in your hold, cheeks burning red with humiliation.
Ningning finally pulls her face away from Winter’s ass, lips shiny, breathing hard. She’s been eagerly eating Winter’s tight little hole for the past few minutes, getting her nice and wet. Giselle kneels right in front of you, one hand wrapped around your thick, wet cock. She strokes it slowly, aiming the swollen head directly at Winter’s twitching, freshly licked asshole.
Winter whimpers pathetically, her voice small and broken.
“Wait… it’s too big… I’ve never…”
But her words dissolve into a shaky moan as Giselle gently presses the tip of your cock against her tight ring.
Karina walks around behind you, tilting her chin up with a finger.
“Shh… be a good free use toy.”
She coos, stroking Winter’s cheek.
“You wanted this, remember?”
Giselle looks up at you, eyes dark with lust, and slowly starts guiding your cock forward, pushing the head against Winter’s resisting asshole. Winter’s whole body tenses in your arms. A shrill, nervous gasp escapes her as she feels you start to stretch her open.
You start pushing in…very slowly.
The tip presses against her challenging ring, stretching her open inch by inch. Winter’s breath catches in a sharp hiss, turning into a long, shaky whimper as her asshole slowly yields to your thickness.
“Ahh! It’s… it’s going in…”
Ningning and Giselle are right there to help.
They each grab one of Winter’s ass cheeks, spreading her open wider, helping you force your cock deeper into her virgin-tight hole. Their fingers dig into her soft flesh as they pull her apart, making it easier for you to sink further.
“Fuck… look how her asshole is stretching.”
Ningning’s eyes are glued to the sight.
Giselle bites her lip, pulling Winter’s cheek even further.
“Take it, Minjeong-ah… let oppa rip that tight little ass open.”
You keep pushing - slow, steady, relentless, but careful - feeding more and more of your thick cock into her impossibly tight ass. Winter’s whole body shakes in your hold, her small frame trembling as she’s slowly impaled.
Behind you, Karina presses her body against your back, her breath hot against your ear as she talks.
“That’s it, baby… wreck her asshole.”
She purrs, peppering your shoulder with small kisses.
“Look at this stupid little free use toy. Thought she could betray you and get away with it? Now she’s getting her ass ruined in front of all of us like the pathetic butt slut she is.”
Winter lets out a broken sob as another inch sinks into her, her asshole clenching hard around your shaft.
Karina continues, voice dripping with mock sympathy.
“Aww, is the little traitor struggling? Too bad. This is what happens when you’re a greedy anal whore who sells out her friend’s boyfriend for his own cock.”
Ningning and Giselle keep spreading Winter’s ass wider, moaning softly as they watch your cock disappear deeper and deeper into her.
Winter’s head falls back, eyes fluttering, mouth open in constant, overwhelmed gasps and whimpers. Her marked back - STUPIDFREEUSETOY and BUTTSLUT - flexes and arches with every tiny movement as you slowly force her ass to take you.
You’re barely halfway in, but she already looks completely broken.
You’re still standing in the middle of the living room, carrying Winter. Her small body is completely suspended in the air as you thrust up into her stretched asshole. Your hands grip her ass cheeks, spreading them wide so your thick cock disappears into her tight little hole easier again and again. Her ass is stretched to its absolute limit around your shaft, the pink ring gripping you desperately with every deep thrust.
Winter’s head lolls back, broken moans spilling from her lips as you ruin her ass.
“Oppa-it’s so deep-you’re splitting my ass!”
On the couch, Ningning is bent over the backrest, ass pushed out. Giselle stands behind her, slowly working the thick dildo in and out of Ningning’s tight asshole with focused, gentle strokes. Ningning moans, pushing back against the toy, her body trembling as Giselle stretches her open.
Karina has moved to the couch as well. She’s sitting on the cushions, legs spread, lazily fingering her own pussy while she watches everything. Her eyes are half-lidded with pleasure, no longer focused on degrading Winter. She’s simply enjoying the filthy show in front of her, touching herself slowly as she takes in the sight of you destroying Winter’s ass and Giselle fucking Ningning with the dildo.
You keep bouncing Winter on your cock, spreading her cheeks wide to make it easier to slide in and out of her ruined hole. Her small body jerks in your arms, almost lifeless. Winter can barely speak anymore as well, just weak, overwhelmed gasps and moans as you use her asshole like a toy.
Giselle glances over at you while she slowly fucks Ningning, biting her lip at the sight. Ningning’s moans grow louder as the dildo stretches her deeper.
Karina lets out a soft moan from the couch, fingers moving faster between her legs as she watches you carry-fuck Winter.
You stand in the center of the living room, breathing heavily, looking down at the beautiful, filthy sight in front of you. All four girls are kneeling in a tight half-circle right at your feet, their faces pressed cheek to cheek, looking up at you with flushed, eager expressions. Their makeup is ruined, spit and cum still glistening on their skin.
Ningning’s forehead still proudly displays BITCH in bold black letters. Giselle’s cheeks are clearly marked COCKSUCKER on both sides. Winter has a fresh arrow drawn on her left cheek, pointing directly at her open mouth with the words CUMHERE written underneath. Karina, however, remains completely clean. No writing anywhere on her beautiful face. She’s clearly enjoying her privileged position as your girlfriend, a smug little smile playing on her lips while the other three look properly used and humiliated.
You pull your throbbing, spit-drenched cock out of Karina’s mouth. Strings of saliva drip off your shaft.
You turn toward Ningning.
You start slapping your heavy, wet cock all over her face - slap, slap, slap - smearing spit and precum across her cheeks, nose, and forehead, right over the word BITCH. You rub your cock against her skin, consciously making her as dirty and messy as possible. Ningning whimpers, eyes fluttering. Every time your cock gets close to her mouth, she desperately tries to kiss or catch it with her lips, but you keep pulling it away at the last second, denying her.
“Mmmph-oppa, please…”
She whines, chasing your cock like a needy puppy.
You let her get close one more time before turning toward Giselle.
Ningning lets out an immediate, frustrated protest.
“Hey! That’s not fair!”
She complains, her voice hoarse and pouty.
“I was being good…”
Giselle smirks triumphantly as you start slapping your soaked cock across her marked cheeks, rubbing the head against the words COCKSUCKER written there. She opens her mouth obediently, tongue out, but you tease her the same way, rubbing and slapping without letting her suck it yet.
Karina chuckles beside them, clearly amused by the power dynamic and enjoying her clean, unmarked face while the other three get treated like filthy toys.
Winter stays quiet but visibly excited, the CUMHERE arrow on her cheek pointing at her slightly open mouth as she watches you smear your cock all over Giselle’s face.
You keep moving your cock from one girl to the next, teasing them, slapping their faces, and rubbing your glistening length across their skin while they kneel there cheek to cheek, desperate and waiting.
You turn your attention to Winter next.
Her eyes light up with hope as you slap your heavy, spit-soaked cock across her face, smearing it over her cheeks, across the CUMHERE arrow, and rubbing the glistening head against her lips. She immediately tries to catch it, opening her mouth desperately, but you pull away at the last second.
Winter lets out a frustrated, needy whine.
“Oppa… please…”
She complains, chasing your cock with her tongue.
You ignore her completely and move back to Giselle.
She opens her mouth wide on pure instinct, tongue out, eyes watering with anticipation. You grab the back of her head and push forward, sliding your thick cock straight into her throat in one motion.
“Glk-!”
Giselle gags hard around you, her throat tightening convulsively as you start fucking her face. Spit immediately begins to dribble from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin and dripping onto her tits in thick, shiny strands. You hold her head steady and thrust deeper, using her warm, wet throat like a toy. Giselle’s eyes flutter, tears forming at the corners as she gags and chokes around your length, but she doesn’t pull away.
After a few moments, Karina moves closer. She places her hand firmly on the back of Giselle’s head, right over yours.
“Here, let me help.”
She says with a wicked smile.
Now it’s Karina controlling the rhythm. She pushes Giselle’s head forward and pulls it back, forcing her face onto your cock again and again. Giselle’s throat bulges with every thrust, loud, wet gagging sounds filling the room as Karina uses her mouth for you.
“Fuck… that’s it.”
You groan, feeling your orgasm building rapidly. The sight of Karina face-fucking Giselle onto your cock while Ningning and Winter watch jealously, their marked faces still pressed cheek to cheek, pushes you right to the edge.
Giselle’s spit runs freely down her chin, her eyes rolling back as Karina keeps forcing her deeper.
You feel your balls tightening, the pressure rising fast as Karina looks up at you with a knowing little smirk, pushing Giselle forward and pulling her back in a steady, relentless rhythm. Wet gagging sounds spill out around your length as thick strings of spit drip from her chin onto her tits.
You groan again, hips twitching as the pleasure coils tighter and tighter in your core.
“Fuck… I’m so close.”
Ningning and Winter immediately shuffle closer on their knees, pressing their faces right next to Giselle’s, cheeks brushing together. All three of them look up at you with desperate, hungry eyes, mouths open and tongues out, clearly eager to receive your load.
Karina smirks and pushes Giselle down even deeper for a few more strokes, making her gag hard, before you finally can’t take it anymore.
You pull your cock out of Giselle’s throat.
Giselle stays exactly like that, mouth wide open, tongue hanging out, eyes completely crossed in a perfect ahegao face. Thick ropes of spit drool from her tongue. The filthy, broken expression on her face alone pushes you over the edge.
You start cuming hard. Thick, heavy ropes of cum shoot out across all four of their faces.
You do your best to spread it evenly. The first spurt lands across Giselle’s crossed eyes and tongue. The next hits Ningning’s BITCH forehead and cheek. Another thick rope paints Winter’s CUMHERE arrow and open mouth. You keep stroking yourself, aiming carefully so Karina gets several long streaks across her clean, beautiful face as well.
You paint all four of them.
Cum drips from their eyelashes, runs down their cheeks, and coats their tongues. Giselle keeps her tongue out, letting it pool there while still making that perfect ahegao expression. Ningning and Winter moan softly, eagerly licking at the cum that lands near their mouths. Even Karina closes her eyes for a moment as a rope lands across her lips and nose, clearly enjoying being included.
You milk every last drop, smearing the head of your cock across their faces to make sure they’re all properly marked and messy.
When you finally finish, all four girls are kneeling in front of you, faces covered in your thick load, breathing hard, looking up at you with satisfied, filthy expressions.
Giselle is still stuck in her crossed-eye, tongue-out ahegao state, cum dripping from her chin.
Karina licks a strand of your cum from the corner of her mouth and smiles up at you.
“Good boy.”
You stumble back a step and collapse onto the couch, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.
In front of you, the four girls turn toward each other on their knees and immediately start cleaning one another. Soft, wet sounds fill the room as tongues drag across cheeks, lips, and chins. Karina kisses Giselle deeply, swapping a mouthful of your load with her. Ningning leans in and licks a long stripe up Winter’s cheek before Winter catches her in a messy kiss, pushing cum back and forth between their tongues.
It’s slow, filthy, and strangely intimate.
You just sit there and watch, completely in awe.
All four of them look utterly destroyed, hair messy and sticking to their faces, makeup ruined and running, bodies covered in sweat, spit, and drying cum. Their marked skin glistens under the lights… all of it still visible.
And you realize just how insane this month has been.
Nine different women.
You’ve slept with nine different idols this November. The thought hits you like a wave. Some of them multiple times.
Your eyes drift to Ningning and Giselle.
They’ve become noticeably louder now, kissing more passionately, tongues sliding together, hands roaming over each other’s bodies. Ningning cups Giselle’s face as they make out sloppily, sharing your cum like it’s the most natural thing in the world. There’s no more tension between them. No more jealousy or cold shoulders. They’ve clearly made up.
You let out a long, deep sigh of relief and lean your head back against the couch.
Karina banning you from cuming for the entire month of December is already going to be hell. Having Giselle living here while still carrying that awkward tension with Ningning would have made it ten times worse. At least now things between them seem… settled.
Karina notices you watching and crawls over, resting her chin on your thigh. Her face is still streaked with your cum as she smiles up at you sweetly.
“Enjoying the view, baby?”
She murmurs.
You just nod, running your fingers through her hair as the other three continue licking and kissing each other clean a few feet away.
December is going to be long.
But tonight… tonight was worth it.
“…I’m sorry.”
You say quietly.
“For sleeping with so many different women this month. I got carried away.”
Karina just lazily shakes her head, a soft smile on her lips. Some of your cum is still drying on her cheek as she looks up at you with warm, affectionate eyes.
“Don’t apologize, baby. The hardest part for me wasn’t even trying not to cum… it was knowing you were fucking one woman after another. Every time I thought about it - you bending someone over, filling them up, making them moan your name - I got so incredibly wet.”
She lets out a small, embarrassed laugh.
“I don’t think I can go through another month like this next year. It was torture… the good kind.”
You chuckle, continuing playing with her hair.
“You’re only saying that to lower my guard for next year, aren’t you?”
Karina laughs brightly and shakes her head again, playfully biting your thigh.
“Maybe.”
She teases.
By now, the other three girls have finished cleaning each other. Ningning, Giselle, and Winter crawl over and gently rest their faces on your thighs as well, cheeks pressed against your skin like tired but satisfied kittens.
Ningning and Giselle still have that lustful fire burning in their eyes, clearly not done yet. Winter, on the other hand, looks completely exhausted, her eyelids heavy and threatening to fall shut any second, even as she nuzzles softly against your leg.
Karina leans forward and presses one last soft, intimate kiss to the head of your cock, her lips lingering for a moment before she pulls back and looks up at you again.
Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she says:
“What if… instead of No Nut November next year… we do Nonstop Nut November?”
She smiles sweetly.
“You have to keep cuming the entire month. And if you can still cum at midnight on the very last day… you win.”
The other girls lift their heads slightly, intrigued. Ningning’s eyes sparkle with excitement. Giselle bites her lip. Even Winter seems to wake up a little at the idea.
You stare down at Karina, completely speechless for a moment.
She just grins, clearly proud of herself.
“So… what do you think, baby?”
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Thank you all for waiting this long. I apologize for being so damn late. I hope you guys enjoy this and are satisfied with the conclusion of last years NNN.
(Karina X Giselle X Winter X Ningning X Irene X Seulgi X Wendy X Joy X Yeri X Male Reader) Word count: 29638 words
You find yourself in one of SM’s private gyms. A smaller, more exclusive space reserved for senior artists. The only sounds are the faint hum of the air conditioning and Seulgi’s shaky breathing.
Seulgi is leaning back against the mirrored wall, her leggings pulled down to her knees, legs spread as wide as the fabric allows. Her sports bra is pushed up, exposing her toned stomach and perky tits. She’s trembling, one hand gripping the bar behind her for support, the other tangled in your hair.
You’re on your knees between her legs, face buried in her pussy. You drag your tongue slowly up her slit, savoring her taste, before focusing on her swollen clit. You suck it gently into your mouth, flicking your tongue over the sensitive bud in steady, relentless circles.
Seulgi lets out a broken whimper, her hips jerking forward.
“Oh my god…”
You hum against her, the vibration making her thighs shake harder. You keep most of your attention on her clit and pussy, licking, sucking, occasionally sliding your tongue inside her to taste her dripping arousal. Every time her moans start climbing higher, you pull back just a little, only to dive back in.
But occasionally, you shift lower. You drag your tongue down to her tight little asshole, giving it a slow, teasing lick. Seulgi gasps sharply, her whole body jolting at the unfamiliar sensation.
“Ah-! There-wait-”
You don’t stay long. Just enough to give her a taste of what’s coming soon. Then you move back up to her clit, sucking harder, making her forget the brief tease.
Seulgi’s legs are shaking violently at the teasing. Her free hand flies to her mouth, trying to muffle her moans, but it’s useless.
“You taste amazing.”
You murmur against her soaked pussy.
“So fucking sweet.”
Seulgi whines, her hips grinding desperately against your face.
“Don’t stop-please-I’m so close…”
You focus on her clit again, tongue moving faster, two fingers sliding into her tight pussy and curling upward to hit that perfect spot. Seulgi’s back arches, her abs flexing as she trembles on the edge.
The combination is too much for her. With a choked cry, she cums hard on your tongue, her pussy gushing around your fingers as her thighs clamp around your head. Her whole body shakes uncontrollably, soft, desperate whimpers spilling from her lips while you keep licking her through her orgasm.
The gym is quiet again, save for Seulgi’s heavy, ragged breathing as she slowly comes down from her orgasm. Her legs are still trembling, one hand gripping the bar, the other your head. You give her clit one last gentle lick, then pull back and stand up. Seulgi’s eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed, lips parted as she tries to catch her breath.
Before she can fully recover, you turn her around. Seulgi lets out a soft, surprised whimper as you spin her, pressing her front against the wall, the bar digging into her hips. Her ass is now right in front of your face. And you don’t waste time. You spread her cheeks apart with both hands and dive in. Your tongue immediately finds her tight little hole, licking broad, wet stripes over it before circling the rim. Seulgi’s reaction is instant. A loud, broken moan escapes her as her legs start shaking harder.
“Oh fuck!”
You eat her ass greedily, tongue pressing inside her tight ring, licking and sucking while your hands knead her soft cheeks. Seulgi’s moans grow louder and more desperate, her forehead pressed against the wall as her body trembles.
“Shit-that feels so-ahh-dirty-don’t stop-”
Her legs are shaking so violently now that you have to hold her hips steady to keep her upright. She’s moaning louder than before, completely lost in the sensation of your tongue on her ass.
Suddenly-
The sound of the door opening echoes through the gym. Both of you freeze instantly. Seulgi’s eyes go wide with panic. You quickly pull your face away from her ass and stand up. You help her yank her leggings back up over her hips while she whimpers softly, still sensitive and unsteady on her feet.
You move fast, stepping over to the rack of dumbbells and grabbing a random pair, pretending to use them. Seulgi collapses onto a nearby bench, crossing her legs tightly and trying to look like she’s just taking a break, breathing hard and flushed.
A second later, Wendy rounds the corner.
She’s wearing tight gray leggings that hug her toned legs and a black cropped top. The top is sheer enough to show the bra underneath, and it exposes a generous amount of her toned midriff. Her hair is tied back, and she’s carrying a small water bottle.
“Oh-hey.”
She says, blinking in surprise.
“I didn’t know anyone else was using this gym today.”
She looks between you and Seulgi, tilting her head slightly. Seulgi is still visibly flushed, breathing a little too hard, while you’re standing there holding dumbbells you clearly weren’t actually using.
Wendy’s eyes narrow just a fraction, a small, curious smile forming on her lips.
“…Everything okay?”
Seulgi forces a smile.
“Y-yeah. Just… working out.”
You nod, trying to look casual. Wendy doesn’t look convinced, especially since you aren’t even at the same company. So what are you doing here? Just working out with Seulgi?
Wendy walks past you with a casual stride, but as she does, she turns her head slightly and suddenly gives you a teasing wink. Her eyes sparkle with knowing amusement before she continues toward the treadmill area.
That single wink makes your heart stutter. You suddenly remember what Yeri said in her car, the first time she made her move on you.
“Wendy told me herself. After your radio show together. She said you must be packing.”
And now, after what happened with Yeri in the bathroom… the pictures, the stall, the way Yeri had been so eager to send them…
You’re almost certain Wendy knows. The thought makes your stomach tighten. How much does she know? Did Yeri tell her everything? Or did Wendy only hear stuff about you with her? Maybe Joy mentioned something?
You try to push the thought aside and actually focus on working out. You pick up a pair of dumbbells and start doing some shoulder presses, but your concentration is shot. Seulgi eventually pulls herself together too. She stands up from the bench, still a little shaky on her legs, and moves over to the leg press machine. She adjusts the weight and starts her set, but you can tell she’s still sensitive. Every movement makes her bite her lip and breathe a little harder than usual.
The gym feels far too small now. You keep stealing glances. At Seulgi, her tight leggings hugging her ass and thighs as she pushes through her reps, the faint sheen of sweat on her exposed midriff. At Wendy, her top riding up every time she moves on the treadmill, showing off that smooth, toned stomach you’ve fantasized about since your dream. The way her leggings cling to her legs and ass as she runs is impossible to ignore.
Both of them have incredible bodies. Tight, fit, and currently glistening with the beginning of a workout sweat. It’s incredibly hard to concentrate. Every time you try to focus on your own sets, your eyes drift. Seulgi’s ass flexing on the leg press. Wendy’s tits bouncing slightly with each stride on the treadmill. The way both of them occasionally glance in your direction when they think you’re not looking.
The air in the gym feels thick with tension.
Wendy finishes another set on the treadmill and slows it to a walk. She wipes her forehead with the back of her wrist, then casually glances over at Seulgi, who is still focused on the leg press machine with her back turned to the bench area.
A small, mischievous smile curves Wendy’s lips. She steps off the treadmill and walks toward the flat bench.
“Hey.”
She says sweetly, loud enough for Seulgi to potentially hear if she were paying attention.
“Can you spot me for a few reps?”
You know exactly what she’s doing, if she’s doing what you think she’s doing. You walk over and stand at the head of the bench as Wendy lies down on her back. She adjusts her position, arms reaching up toward the barbell. She glances one last time toward Seulgi’s back to make sure she’s still facing away, then reaches past the barbell and hooks her fingers into the waistband of your shorts and tugs them down, along with your boxers. Your cock springs free, already half-hard from watching these two women work out. Wendy’s eyes light up. She hums in quiet satisfaction, biting her lower lip.
“Yeri wasn’t lying. She told me your cock would taste amazing in my mouth.”
She wraps one hand around your shaft and gives it a few slow, firm strokes, thumb brushing over the head.
“She showed me pictures, you know.”
Wendy continues, stroking your cock.
“The ones from the bathroom. God… Yeri looked so fucking hot with your cock in her mouth. All messy and ruined like that.”
You’re surprised. You didn’t expect Yeri to actually show Wendy those explicit shots you took. The realization sends a fresh rush of heat through you. You glance quickly at Seulgi’s back. She’s still focused on her reps, completely unaware. When you look back down, Wendy has already pulled your cock a little closer. She leans her head back slightly on the bench, opens her mouth, and wraps her soft lips around the tip. She hums again, the vibration traveling straight down your shaft as she starts sucking gently on the head, tongue swirling slowly. Her eyes stay locked on yours the entire time, full of playful hunger. Her mouth feels incredible. She takes a little more of your cock, sucking with soft, unstable bobs while her hand continues to stroke the base.
She pulls off just long enough to whisper:
“Seulgi’s still busy… so be quiet for me, okay?”
Then she takes you back into her mouth, sucking a little deeper this time, clearly enjoying herself.
The risk of getting caught - with Seulgi just a few meters away, focused on her workout - only makes the moment hotter. You stand at the head of the bench, looking down at Wendy as she lies on her back, lips wrapped around the head of your cock. She can’t bob her head properly in this position. The angle is too awkward. So, almost naturally, you start to carefully thrust into her waiting mouth. Slow, shallow movements at first. You slide your cock a little deeper between her soft lips, then pull back, letting her tongue swirl around you on every stroke. Wendy hums in approval, her eyes half-lidded as she looks up at you, clearly enjoying the way you’re using her mouth. You keep the thrusts gentle and controlled, careful not to make too much noise or move too fast. The wet, soft sounds of your cock sliding in and out of her mouth are quiet enough to stay hidden under the distant clank of Seulgi’s weights.
You’re still surprised by how fast Wendy got into this though. One minute she is just walking into the gym, the next she is pulling your shorts down and sucking you off while Seulgi is only a few meters away. Yeri must have told her everything, maybe even showed her more pictures. And who knows what Joy might have said in passing. It seems the girls have been talking about you more than you realized.
Still, a thread of worry coils in your stomach.
Seulgi was the one who invited you here today. She was the one who wanted to “work out” with you. She was the one trembling under your tongue just minutes ago. If she turns around right now and sees Wendy sucking your cock… you have no idea how she’ll react. Jealousy? Anger? Hurt?
The thought makes you glance over at her again. Seulgi is still facing away, focused on her leg presses, completely unaware.
You look back down at Wendy. She’s watching you with a mischievous glint in her eyes, clearly noticing your momentary distraction. She opens her mouth a little wider, inviting you to push deeper, and gives your cock a slow, teasing suck when you do. Her tongue presses flat against the upper side as you carefully thrust into her warm, wet mouth. She takes you surprisingly well for the awkward angle, relaxing her throat and humming softly every time you slide in.
The contrast is dizzying.
Just minutes ago, you were eating Seulgi’s ass and pussy. Now Wendy is lying on the bench, greedily sucking you off while Seulgi works out just a few steps away, completely oblivious. Wendy’s hand comes up, gently cupping your balls as you continue your slow, careful thrusts. She looks up at you with that same playful, knowing smile around your cock, as if daring you to keep going. You’re torn between the intense pleasure of her mouth and the constant, nagging worry that Seulgi might turn around at any second. Wendy’s throat visibly bulges just a little every time you push all the way in. The sight is incredibly hot. The subtle outline of your cock stretching her throat as she lies on her back, looking up at you with watery, lust-filled eyes. Wendy hums softly around you, clearly enjoying herself, her tongue working tirelessly along the underside of your shaft.
You’re completely lost in the feeling when you hear the clank of weights behind you. Seulgi has finished her set.
Before she can turn around, you quickly pull your cock out of Wendy’s mouth with a wet pop. She licks her lips once, giving you a mischievous little smirk, then smoothly sits up and grabs the barbell like she’s been doing bench presses the entire time.
You yank your shorts and boxers back up in one hurried motion, stepping behind the bench to “spot” her.
Seulgi turns around a second later, wiping sweat from her forehead. You don’t dare look at her. You’re terrified she’ll see the guilt written all over your face. Instead, your eyes stay glued to Wendy’s tight, toned tummy as she pretends to push the barbell up. The way her abs flex and glisten with a light layer of sweat is dangerously distracting.
Wendy does a few fake reps, breathing a little heavier than necessary, then racks the barbell with a satisfied sigh.
“Thanks for spotting.”
She says, glancing up at you with a teasing smile. Seulgi walks over, still catching her breath.
“You guys working out together?”
You nod stiffly, trying to act normal.
A little while later, Wendy is doing Romanian deadlifts near the wall, her back turned to both of you. Her tight leggings hug her ass and thighs perfectly as she bends forward, the motion slow and controlled.
Seulgi takes the opportunity. She walks over to you quietly while you’re pretending to adjust weights on a rack. Without warning, she presses herself against your side, rises onto her tiptoes, and pulls you into a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue slides into your mouth immediately, kissing you with clear desperation. One of her hands grips the front of your shirt as she whispers against your lips.
“I want you so bad… I’ve been wet since you ate me out earlier…”
She grabs your wrist and boldly slips your hand into the front of her leggings. You immediately feel how soaked she is. Her pussy is hot and dripping. You push two fingers inside her without hesitation, curling them as you start fingering her slowly. Your other hand moves up under her sports bra, cupping one of her tits and squeezing it firmly, thumb brushing over her hard nipple. Seulgi whimpers quietly into your mouth, hips rolling against your hand as you finger her. Her pussy clenches around your fingers, still sensitive from her earlier orgasm.
“Please… I need you inside me again…”
You keep your hand buried in Seulgi’s leggings, two fingers thrusting steadily into her soaked pussy while your thumb circles her clit. She’s soaking wet, her juices coating your fingers and dripping down your palm as you finger-fuck her right there in the middle of the gym. Seulgi’s breathing is ragged. She leans back against you slightly, trying to stay quiet, but her voice comes out in desperate little whispers between shaky breaths.
“Please… I need your cock…”
She whimpers, trying to be quiet.
“I’ve been thinking about it since you ate my ass… I want you to fuck me again…”
You curl your fingers deeper, pressing against that sensitive spot inside her. Seulgi’s thighs tremble, her pussy clenching tightly around your digits as she struggles to keep her moans quiet.
“I’m so wet for you… please… just bend me over somewhere and fuck me…”
Her words are barely above a whisper, but they’re filthy and needy. She grinds down against your hand, chasing more friction while trying to look like she’s just resting between sets.
A few moments later, you hear the clank of weights as Wendy finishes her set. She lets out a satisfied breath and starts to turn around. You quickly pull your hand out of Seulgi’s leggings. Your fingers are absolutely drenched, glistening with her arousal. You sit down on the bench behind you, casually reaching for your water bottle like nothing happened, trying to act normal.
Wendy turns around, wiping sweat from her neck, and smiles at the two of you. Seulgi, meanwhile, quickly faces the mirror and starts doing squats right in front of you, legs shoulder-width apart, ass pushed back as she lowers herself down. Her tight leggings stretch perfectly over her round ass with every rep. You can still see the faint wet spot where your fingers had been, and every time she squats down, her ass pushes back toward you, only a couple feet away.
You take a slow sip of water, but your eyes are glued to her. Seulgi glances at you through the mirror, cheeks still flushed. She lowers herself into another deep squat, holding it for a second longer than necessary, clearly teasing you. Wendy walks over to grab her own water bottle, completely unaware of the tension, while Seulgi continues squatting right in front of you, ass flexing, leggings clinging to her curves, still dripping from your fingers.
You can’t tear your eyes away from Seulgi. You’re so focused on the sight that you completely forget about Wendy for a moment.
Until her voice suddenly whispers right next to your ear.
“Do you like Seulgi’s ass?”
You nearly jump out of your skin, heart slamming in your chest. You turn your head quickly, embarrassed heat rushing to your face. Wendy is standing right beside you. She has a small, amused smile on her lips as she watches Seulgi continue her squats, completely unaware.
“It’s fine.”
Wendy murmurs, her voice low so only you can hear.
“I think Seulgi’s ass is really hot too.”
You don’t know how to respond. Your mind is racing. Does Wendy know about you and Seulgi? About Irene? Or just about Yeri and Joy? How much have the girls been talking?
Before you can even think of a reply, Wendy’s hand sneaks down. She smoothly slips it into the front of your shorts, her fingers wrapping around your half-hard cock.
You stiffen, breath catching in your throat. Seulgi is still facing the mirror, focused on her form, completely distracted.
Wendy starts stroking you slowly, her grip firm and confident. She leans in closer, lips brushing your ear.
“Look at her… the way her ass moves when she squats. So fucking pretty.”
Her hand keeps moving inside your shorts. You’re getting harder by the second in her hand.
“She has no idea what I’m doing to you right now.”
Wendy whispers, voice dripping with mischief.
“Doesn’t that turn you on?”
You glance at Seulgi again - her ass pushing back toward you with every rep - while Wendy continues to stroke your cock, hidden from view but dangerously close to getting caught.
Wendy lets out a soft, amused hum against your ear.
“You’re getting so hard… You really do like her ass, huh?”
She keeps stroking you steadily, her breath warm against your skin, clearly enjoying the risky situation while Seulgi remains oblivious just a few feet away. Every time she lowers herself, her round ass pushes back toward you, the tight leggings stretching deliciously over her cheeks. The sight is hypnotic. Her ass flexing, thighs working, the subtle bounce when she rises again.
Wendy leans in closer.
“Look at how perfect her ass looks when she squats…”
You bite down on your lower lip, trying to suppress a groan. The combination of Wendy’s hand jerking you off and the view of Seulgi’s ass moving so enticingly in front of you is driving you insane. You know how risky this is - Seulgi is barely two meters away - but Wendy’s strokes feel too good to make her stop.
Your cock throbs in her hand. You’re rock hard now, breathing heavier than you should be while pretending to just watch Seulgi work out.
Seulgi lowers into another deep squat… then pauses at the bottom.
She turns her head slightly, clearly wanting to check if you’re watching her ass like she hopes you are.
The moment she does, she freezes. Her eyes widen. She sees Wendy standing right next to you, with her hand clearly buried inside your shorts, slowly stroking your cock. Seulgi’s mouth falls open in shock. Her cheeks flush instantly, a mix of surprise, jealousy, and something else flashing across her face all at once.
Wendy doesn’t stop stroking you. If anything, her grip tightens slightly, clearly unbothered by being caught. Seulgi’s gaze drops to the obvious motion of Wendy’s hand inside your shorts, then back up to your face. Her lips part, but no words come out.
The gym suddenly feels suffocatingly quiet.
Seulgi’s eyes fill with disappointment and betrayal. She was the one who invited you here. She was the one who let you eat her out just minutes ago. And now she’s watching Wendy stroke your cock like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“Oh… so you two have already been playing together. I thought so. The way you two were acting earlier…”
Seulgi doesn’t say anything. She just stands there, breathing hard, clearly hurt.
You feel a heavy wave of guilt crash over you. Seulgi invited you. She was the one who wanted this “workout” session. And now she’s watching another woman - one of her group mates - jerking you off right in front of her.
Before you can say anything, Wendy speaks again.
“Why don’t the three of us do it together right now?”
She glances at Seulgi with a wicked little smile.
“No need to fight over him. We can share.”
Seulgi hesitates, clearly conflicted. Her eyes flick between you and Wendy, hurt still visible on her face. But underneath that, you can see the arousal. The way her thighs press together, the way her breathing hasn’t calmed down.
After a few long seconds, she bites her lip… and nods.
“…Okay.”
Wendy’s smile widens in satisfaction. She pulls her hand out of your shorts and both girls move. They drop to their knees right in front of you, side by side on the gym floor. Together, they tug your shorts and boxers down. Your hard cock springs free, and both girls lean in immediately. Wendy goes first, wrapping her lips around the head and sucking greedily while Seulgi starts licking along the side of your shaft. They work together, Wendy bobbing on the head while Seulgi licks and kisses the length, occasionally sucking on your balls. You groan softly, one hand resting on Wendy’s head, the other on Seulgi’s. The sight of both of them on their knees, tongues and lips working your cock together, is overwhelming. Seulgi looks up at you with those big, slightly hurt but still hungry eyes as she licks along your shaft, clearly trying to prove something. Wendy pulls off for a second, stroking you as she looks at Seulgi with a smirk.
“See? Sharing is better.”
Then she leans back in.
Wendy sucks on the head with wet, hungry slurps while Seulgi licks along the side of your shaft, sometimes moving down to suck on your balls. Their tongues occasionally meet, sliding against each other around your length in messy, filthy coordination. You groan quietly, one hand resting on Wendy’s head, the other now gently gripping Seulgi’s hair.
Between long, slow licks along your shaft, Seulgi looks up at you.
“I can’t wait to have your cock in my ass again…”
She murmurs, voice barely more than a needy moan.
“I’ve been thinking about it since last time…”
Wendy pulls off the head of your cock, eyes widening in surprise as she looks at Seulgi.
“Wait… you’ve actually taken his cock up your ass before?”
Seulgi lets out a soft, slightly cocky laugh, still licking along the underside of your shaft.
“Yeah. He fucked my ass really good.”
She says casually, then glances up at Wendy with a teasing smile.
“What? You’ve never tried it before?”
Wendy shakes her head, cheeks flushing a little.
“No… never.”
Seulgi’s smile turns mischievous. She leans in and drags her tongue slowly from the base of your cock all the way to the tip before speaking again.
“You should try it today. His cock feels incredible in your ass… especially when he gets rough.”
Wendy’s eyes flicker with clear interest. She looks back at your cock, now glistening with their combined spit, and licks her lips.
“Maybe I will…”
Wendy takes you back into her mouth, sucking greedily while Seulgi licks and kisses the side and balls. They work together seamlessly - trading the head every few seconds, licking along your length, occasionally kissing each other with your cock trapped between their lips.
The wet, sloppy sounds of their mouths and tongues fill the small gym corner as they continue sucking you off, talking filthily between licks and sucks.
“You gonna fuck both our asses today?”
Wendy hums around your cock in agreement, clearly intrigued by the idea now.
You can barely form a coherent thought. The sight and sensation of both girls eagerly worshipping your cock while casually talking about taking you in their asses is almost too much.
You can’t stop the filthy images flooding your mind. Bending both of them over the bench, one after the other. Fucking Seulgi’s tight ass first, then pulling out and sliding straight into Wendy’s, switching back and forth between their perfect asses while they moan and push back against you. The thought of taking turns stretching both of their holes makes your cock throb hard between their lips.
Wendy and Seulgi seem to sense your growing arousal. They suck you off with even more enthusiasm, Wendy deepthroating you while Seulgi licks and sucks on your balls, then switching so Seulgi can take you deep while Wendy strokes the base.
Between wet slurps and moans, Seulgi looks at Wendy, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I can teach you. How to take his cock in your ass… It feels so fucking good once you get used to it.”
Wendy pulls off your cock with a gasp. She looks genuinely intrigued, a flush creeping up her neck.
“You’d really show me?”
Seulgi smiles, clearly excited by the idea.
“Of course. We can do it right now.”
She turns her head toward you, still stroking your cock with one hand.
“Can you hand me the lube? It’s in my bag right behind you.”
You reach back without thinking, grabbing Seulgi’s small gym bag and handing it to her. She quickly rummages inside and pulls out a small bottle of lube, holding it up with a wicked little grin. Wendy’s eyes widen slightly as she stares at the bottle, but there’s clear excitement mixed with nervousness on her face. Seulgi leans in and gives the head of your cock another slow, teasing lick before looking up at both of you.
“You should fuck me from behind.”
She suggests, her eyes dark with lust.
“That way Wendy can hold my ass cheeks apart and get a really good view.”
You blink, slightly thrown off by how casually and comfortably she’s talking like this. Seulgi has always been the playful, sometimes bratty one, but this level of openness - especially with Wendy right here - feels new. Then again, you remind yourself, she’s close friends with you and Wendy is literally her group member. Of course she feels comfortable.
Seulgi doesn’t wait for a verbal answer. She stands up and climbs onto the flat bench on all fours, arching her back and pushing her ass toward you invitingly. Her tight leggings stretch tightly over her round cheeks. You get off the bench and step behind her. You can’t resist. You bring your hand down in a firm, loud slap against her right ass cheek.
Smack!
Seulgi gasps sharply, then bites her lip hard, letting out a needy little whimper. She wiggles her ass back toward you playfully.
“Another one, please…”
She murmurs teasingly.
You slap her left cheek this time, harder.
Smack!
Seulgi moans softly, her back arching deeper as she pushes her ass out even more.
You grab the waistband of her leggings and slowly peel them down over her hips, revealing her perfect, bare ass inch by inch. The fabric catches briefly on her thick cheeks before sliding down to her knees, fully exposing her. Her pussy is still visibly wet and swollen from earlier, and her tight little asshole twitches slightly under your gaze. Wendy has moved closer now, kneeling beside the bench, eyes glued to Seulgi’s ass with clear fascination and arousal.
Seulgi glances back over her shoulder at you.
“Go on… show her how you fucked my ass last time.”
You step closer behind Seulgi, your hands gripping her firm ass cheeks. You spread them wide apart, fully exposing both her dripping pussy and her tight little asshole. Seulgi lets out a shaky breath, already trembling in anticipation. You lean in and drag your tongue slowly from her clit all the way up, licking through her soaked folds before continuing higher. When your tongue circles her asshole, Seulgi’s entire body jolts.
“Ah-! Fuck-!”
She moans, pushing her ass back against your face.
You don’t hold back. You bury your face between her cheeks, eating her out with hungry, sloppy enthusiasm. Your tongue alternates between her pussy and her ass, long, wet licks through her dripping folds, then firm circles and teasing thrusts against her tight rim. Every time you push your tongue into her ass, Seulgi whimpers and shakes.
“Oh my god-yes-right there-eat my ass-!”
She’s melting fast. Her arms tremble as she tries to hold herself up on the bench, back arched deeply, pushing her ass harder against your mouth. Her moans grow louder and needier, completely shameless now.
Wendy watches intently from the side, kneeling beside the bench. Her eyes are dark with lust as she watches Seulgi fall apart under your tongue. One of her hands slowly slides down her own body, slipping between her thighs. She starts rubbing herself through her own leggings, pressing her fingers against her crotch as she bites her lip.
“Fuck… she looks so good like this.”
Wendy whispers, voice thick with arousal. Her hand moves in slow circles over her leggings, clearly getting turned on watching you devour Seulgi’s holes.
Seulgi’s legs are shaking violently now.
“Don’t stop-please-your tongue feels so fucking good in my ass-ahh-!”
You spread her cheeks even wider, burying your face deeper, alternating between sucking on her clit and tonguing her tight little hole. Seulgi is losing it completely, moaning loudly, hips pushing back desperately against your mouth.
Wendy’s breathing is getting heavier as she watches, her hand rubbing faster between her legs, eyes glued to the fascinating sight in front of her.
You finally pull your face back from Seulgi’s ass. Her holes are glistening with your spit, her pussy visibly dripping down her thighs. She whimpers at the loss of contact, pushing her ass back toward you needily. You reach for the bottle of lube Seulgi had taken out earlier. You pop the cap and pour a generous amount directly onto her ass, watching the thick, clear liquid drip down between her cheeks and over her tight little hole. You squeeze more onto your cock, stroking yourself a few times to coat every inch until you’re shiny and slick.
Seulgi shivers, letting out a soft, anticipatory moan. You look over at Wendy, who is still kneeling beside the bench, hand pressed between her own legs.
“Noona, hold her ass cheeks apart for me.”
Wendy’s eyes light up with clear excitement. She immediately moves closer, reaching out with both hands. She grabs Seulgi’s plump ass and spreads her cheeks wide, fully exposing her lubed-up hole.
“Like this?”
Wendy asks as she stares intently at Seulgi’s ass.
“Perfect.”
Seulgi lets out a shaky breath, her body trembling as she feels herself being held open. Wendy’s fingers dig into her soft flesh, keeping her spread nice and wide for you. You press the slick head of your cock against Seulgi’s tight asshole. You push forward slowly, watching as her rim stretches around your thick tip. Seulgi moans loudly, her back arching as you gradually sink into her.
“Oh fuck-you’re so big…”
You keep pushing until you’re buried halfway inside her tight, hot ass. The lube makes the slide smooth, but she’s still incredibly tight. Wendy watches with wide, fascinated eyes, biting her lip as she sees your cock disappearing into Seulgi’s ass.
You start fucking her slowly at first. Long, deep strokes. Then, gradually picking up the pace. Every thrust makes Seulgi moan louder, her body rocking forward on the bench. Wendy’s breathing grows heavier as she continues holding Seulgi’s cheeks apart, giving herself (and you) the perfect view of your cock sliding in and out of her member’s ass.
“Fuck… that looks so good.”
Wendy is completely mesmerized.
“Her ass is taking you so well…”
You keep thrusting into Seulgi’s tight, lubed-up ass with steady, deep strokes. The sensation is incredible. Every time you push in, her walls clench around you, and she lets out a shaky, needy moan.
“Fuck-your cock feels so good in my ass…”
Suddenly-
The sound of the gym door opening echoes through the space.
All three of you freeze instantly.
You, buried deep in Seulgi’s ass.
Wendy, still spreading her cheeks.
Seulgi, on all fours on the bench, leggings around her knees.
A male trainee - early twenties, wearing a black tank top and shorts - steps into the gym, holding a water bottle. He stops dead in his tracks the second he sees the scene in front of him.
His eyes go wide with pure shock.
Seulgi recognizes him first. Her face flushes deep red, but instead of panic, something bold flashes in her eyes.
The trainee stammers, completely bamboozled.
“I-I’m sorry-I didn’t know anyone was-I’ll just-”
Seulgi cuts him off, voice still shaky from being fucked.
“You can join us.”
She says, looking over her shoulder at him.
The words hang in the air.
Wendy’s eyes widen slightly, but she doesn’t let go of Seulgi’s ass. You remain still, cock buried inside Seulgi, heart pounding as the situation suddenly spirals.
The male trainee stands there, mouth open, clearly unable to process what he’s seeing. Three famous idols in such a compromising, explicit position.
Seulgi bites her lip, then adds softly:
“Come here… you don’t have to just watch.”
You resume thrusting into Seulgi’s tight, lubed ass while Wendy holds her cheeks spread wide for you. Your cock disappears between her plump cheeks again and again. Wendy’s eyes are glued to the sight, until she glances at the trainee, who’s still standing there motionless, clearly hard underneath his shorts.
Wendy doesn’t hesitate. She motions for him to walk closer and lets go of Seulgi’s ass. Once he reaches her, she grabs the front of his shorts and yanks them down. His cock springs free. Wendy wraps her hand around his length and starts stroking him slowly, looking up at him with a filthy little smile.
“Look at you… already so hard just from watching him fuck Seulgi’s ass.”
She purrs, clearly liking the idea of seducing someone younger and more inexperienced than her.
“You like seeing your sunbaes act like this? Two famous girls being such dirty little sluts in the gym?”
He lets out a shaky breath, clearly overwhelmed but unable to look away.
Wendy leans in and takes him into her mouth without another word. She starts sucking him off with wet, eager bobs of her head, one hand stroking the base while her tongue swirls around the head.
You continue fucking Seulgi’s ass, your hips slapping against her cheeks rhythmically. Seulgi moans louder, pushing back against you, completely lost in the feeling.
“Fuck-keep going-keep going-!”
Wendy pulls off the trainee’s cock for a second, stroking him fast as strings of spit drip from her lips.
“She’s such a good little anal slut, isn’t she?”
Wendy teases him, then dives back down, sucking him deeper while you keep pounding Seulgi from behind. The older girl’s legs are shaking harder, her moans growing more desperate as you ruin her ass. Her tight ring grips you perfectly, slick from the lube. Every thrust draws out another broken, desperate moan from her.
Actually, Seulgi is barely able to form coherent sentences anymore, but she still tries to tease the trainee, her voice shaky and hoarse between moans.
“Have you… ahh-ever tried anal before…?”
She gasps, pushing her ass back against you.
“It feels so fucking good… you want my ass too… don’t you…?”
The trainee’s eyes are wide. He can barely speak. Wendy continues sucking him off eagerly, her head bobbing fast, spit dripping down her chin as she works his cock. She moans around him, clearly enjoying the filthy situation.
You glance over at the trainee for a moment.
It’s too much for him. His eyes roll back. He tries to warn Wendy, his voice cracking.
“W-Wendy-I’m-fuck-I’m gonna-”
He doesn’t even finish the sentence.
He cums hard, groaning loudly as he paints Wendy’s face with thick ropes of cum. The first shot lands across her cheek, the second on her lips and nose, the rest dripping down her chin and onto her chest. Wendy keeps sucking him through it, milking every drop until he’s spent and trembling. When he stops cuming, Wendy’s face is a beautiful mess, covered in the trainee’s cum, some of it dripping down onto her tits.
Seulgi looks over, still getting fucked in the ass, and lets out a breathless laugh.
“Wow… he came so fast.”
She teases, then looks at Wendy.
“Hey… do you want Jin-wol’s cock in your ass too?”
Wendy wipes a streak of cum from her cheek with her finger and licks it off, eyes dark with lust.
“Yeah…I want it.”
She answers, then looks up at the trainee.
“But first… I need to get you hard again. So you can fuck Seulgi’s ass while he fucks mine.”
His eyes widen again, clearly not believing what he’s hearing.
You keep thrusting into Seulgi’s tight, lubed-up ass with deep, rhythmic strokes. Her cheeks jiggle with every impact. The wet, filthy sound of your cock sliding in and out of her makes you dig your fingers into her waist harder. Seulgi’s moans are constant and needy, her body rocking forward on the bench with each thrust.
“Fuck-you’re gaping my ass …”
She pushes back against you, desperate for more.
Wendy, her face covered in the trainee’s cum, wraps her hand around his softening cock and starts stroking him slowly, leaning in to lick the remnants of his load off his shaft.
“Come on… get hard for me again. I want to watch you fuck Seulgi’s ass while he fucks mine.”
He lets out a shaky breath, but Wendy’s skilled hand and filthy words are already working. She leans forward and takes him back into her mouth, sucking gently at first, then with more purpose, bobbing her head as she tries to bring him back to full hardness.
Seulgi glances over at them, still getting her ass fucked, and lets out a breathless laugh mixed with a moan.
“Look at you… already trying to get hard again just so you can fuck my ass…”
She teases the trainee, voice trembling from your thrusts.
“You want it, don’t you? You want to stretch my tight little asshole…”
You keep pounding into Seulgi from behind, one hand gripping her hip while the other occasionally slaps her ass, making her whimper louder. Her walls clench around you, still incredibly tight despite how long you’ve been fucking her.
Wendy pulls off the trainee’s cock for a moment, stroking him firmly as she looks up at him with cum-streaked cheeks.
“He’s getting hard again.”
She says with a satisfied smile, then dives back down, sucking him deeper, determined to get him ready. He groans, his cock visibly twitching and starting to harden again in Wendy’s mouth as he watches you destroy Seulgi’s ass right in front of him.
Seulgi moans louder, clearly getting off on the entire filthy situation.
“Fuck me harder… show him how you ruin my ass…”
You continue fucking Seulgi’s ass with deep, controlled thrusts, savoring how tightly she clenches around you. Her moans are constant and shaky, her body rocking forward on the bench with every slap of your hips against her ass. Wendy continues sucking the trainee’s cock with wet, eager bobs of her head, her hand stroking what she can’t fit in her mouth. After a while, she pulls off with a slick pop.
“If I keep going, you’re gonna cum again too fast.”
She says playfully, licking her lips.
“And we can’t have that, can we?”
The trainee’s face turns bright red with embarrassment, but his cock twitches visibly in her hand.
You slowly pull out of Seulgi’s ass, watching her hole flutter and wink at the sudden emptiness. She lets out a soft, needy whine. You help Wendy climb onto the bench beside Seulgi, positioning both women on their backs, lying next to each other. Seulgi’s head is near Wendy’s thighs, and Wendy’s head is near Seulgi’s thighs.
You kneel down between Wendy’s spread legs first. You lean in and start eating her out, dragging your tongue from her dripping pussy down to her tight little asshole, licking and sucking both holes with slow strokes. Wendy gasps, her hips twitching as she feels your tongue on her.
Meanwhile, Seulgi turns her head slightly toward the trainee and hands him the bottle of lube.
“Put a lot on your cock.”
She instructs softly, still breathing hard from your pounding.
“And in my ass too. Make sure it’s really slippery… then you can fuck me.”
He takes the lube with slightly shaky hands, clearly nervous but extremely turned on. He squeezes a generous amount onto his cock and then positions the bottle at Seulgi’s hole.
You continue eating Wendy’s ass and pussy, tongue circling her tight rim while two fingers slide into her soaked cunt, curling them as you get her ready. Wendy’s moans grow louder, her hand reaching down to grip your hair.
Seulgi glances over at you and Wendy, then back at the trainee, her voice breathy but teasing.
“Go on… put it in my ass…”
You stay between Wendy’s legs, focusing entirely on her. Your tongue alternates between her dripping pussy and her tight little asshole. Long, slow licks through her folds, then firm circles and teasing thrusts against her rim. Wendy moans softly, her thighs trembling around your head as she enjoys your mouth.
In the background, you hear Seulgi’s breath hitch sharply.
“Ah-slow… fuck-you’re really putting it in my ass…”
You glance over just in time to see him slowly pushing his cock into Seulgi’s freshly lubed-up hole. He’s going slow, clearly nervous. Seulgi’s face is flushed red, mouth open in a moan as she takes him inch by inch. Once he’s fully buried, he starts fucking her ass with shallow, careful thrusts. Seulgi’s moans grow louder again, trying push against him.
“Fuck-yes-just like that…”
You turn your attention back to Wendy, sucking on her clit while sliding two fingers into her pussy. She lets out a shaky moan, one hand gripping your hair tighter. A few moments later, you stand up, your cock hard and throbbing. You motion toward the trainee.
“Lube.”
He is clearly lost in the feeling of Seulgi’s tight ass around him. It takes him a few seconds to register your words. He finally reaches over, grabs the bottle, and hands it to you with a dazed expression. You squeeze a generous amount onto your cock, stroking yourself to spread it evenly. Then you pour more directly onto Wendy’s asshole, watching the thick liquid drip down between her cheeks and onto the bench. Wendy watches you with pure excitement in her eyes, biting her lip as she spreads her legs wider for you. You press the slick head of your cock against her tight ring and start pushing in slowly. Wendy gasps sharply, her back arching off the bench as her asshole stretches around your thick cock.
“Oh my god… it’s so big…”
Her voice trembles with a mix of discomfort and pleasure. You keep pushing forward steadily, sinking deeper into her incredibly tight heat. Wendy’s hands grip the sides of the bench, moaning loudly as you fill her ass inch by inch.
Beside you, Seulgi is moaning just as loudly, getting fucked in the ass by the trainee at the same time.
You push deeper into Wendy’s tight, virgin ass, going slow and careful. She’s incredibly tight, her walls gripping you like a vice as you sink in inch by inch. Wendy’s mouth falls open in a silent gasp, her eyes wide as she feels herself stretch around your thick cock. Seulgi reaches out, searching for Wendy’s hand. Their fingers lock together tightly, holding onto each other as you two start picking up the pace just a little, still careful, but deeper and harder now.
Wendy squeezes Seulgi’s hand hard, letting out a shaky moan.
“Fuck… it’s so full…your cock is stretching my ass so much…”
Seulgi moans back, eyes half-lidded as the trainee fucks her ass.
“It gets better… just relax and take it… ahh-fuck, he’s getting deeper…”
You keep one hand on Wendy’s thigh, holding her leg open while you thrust into her ass. Your other hand slides up under her cropped top, squeezing one of her soft, perky tits roughly, pinching her nipple between your fingers.
Wendy arches her back, moaning louder as you play with her tits and fuck her ass at the same time.
“Oh god-yes-squeeze them harder-”
The trainee is breathing heavily, clearly in heaven as he fucks Seulgi’s ass. Seulgi looks over at Wendy, their fingers still tightly interlocked.
“Feels good, right? Getting your ass fucked while he plays with your tits…”
Wendy can only nod, another moan spilling from her lips as you thrust a little deeper.
Both girls are moaning and talking filthily now, holding hands while getting their asses fucked side by side on the bench. Their bodies rock in time with your thrusts, tits bouncing, legs shaking.
You continue squeezing and playing with Wendy’s tits, your cock sliding in and out of her tight ass while the trainee does the same to Seulgi right next to you.
The sight and sensation are overwhelming.
You keep thrusting into Wendy’s tight ass with deeper, more forceful strokes, your hips slapping against her cheeks as you bury yourself to the hilt again and again. At the same time, you move your hand from her thigh and find her clit, rubbing it in fast, firm circles with your fingers.
Wendy’s reaction is loud.
“Fuck! Yes-keep doing that!”
Beside you, the trainee watches what you’re doing and follows your lead. He leans forward, sliding one hand under Seulgi’s sports bra and groping her breast, squeezing and playing with her nipple as he continues fucking her ass.
Seulgi moans even louder, her back arching sharply.
“Ah-! Yes-just like that!”
Both girls get significantly louder now. Their moans and whimpers fill the gym as they hold hands tightly, bodies rocking from the thrusts. The obscene sound of two cocks sliding in and out of their lubed asses mixes with their desperate noises.
You rub Wendy’s clit faster, pinching it lightly between your fingers while you pound her ass with more power. Her tits bounce wildly under her crop top with every hard thrust. Her head falls back, eyes rolling as she loses herself completely.
“I’m-I’m so full-your cock in my ass feels so fucking good-!”
Seulgi glances over at her, moaning just as shamelessly while the trainee fucks her ass and gropes her tits.
“Take it… let him wreck your tight little hole…”
You keep the intense pace, fingers working Wendy’s clit relentlessly while your cock stretches her ass. The trainee matches your energy, slamming into Seulgi harder as he squeezes her breast.
Both girls are trembling, moaning louder and louder, completely lost in the filthy double anal fucking. You glance over at the trainee and Seulgi.
“Slap her tits. She likes it rough.”
The trainee’s eyes widen, his thrusts faltering for a second as he looks at Seulgi.
Seulgi whimpers in excitement, bucking her hips toward him desperately.
“Do it. Slap my tits while you fuck my ass-please-I want it-”
The trainee hesitates for only a moment longer before he reaches forward. He pulls her bra upward, off her tits. Then, his hand comes down in a firm slap across Seulgi’s left tit.
Seulgi moans loudly, her body jolting.
“Yes! Again!”
Encouraged, the trainee starts slapping her tits rhythmically as he fucks her ass harder, his thrusts becoming quicker and more frantic. Every slap makes Seulgi’s tits jiggle, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
You turn your full attention back to Wendy. You rub her clit faster while slamming into her ass, burying your cock to the hilt with every thrust. Wendy’s moans turn into sharp, broken cries as she gets closer and closer.
Suddenly, Wendy’s entire body seizes up.
“I’m-I’m cuming-fuck-!”
She squirts hard, a powerful jet of clear fluid gushing out around your cock and soaking your shirt, her stomach, and even splashing across Seulgi’s face. Wendy shakes violently, her ass clenching rhythmically around your cock as she rides out her intense orgasm. The surprise of squirting makes her cry out even louder. But you don’t stop. You keep fucking her ass through her climax, drawing out every wave until her body slowly starts to calm down, trembling and whimpering.
The feeling of Wendy squirting all over her face pushes Seulgi over the edge too. Her eyes roll back as she cums hard, her ass clamping down fiercely around the trainee’s cock.
“I’m cuming-! Fuck-my ass-!”
She screams, her body spasming on the bench. Her tits bounce as the trainee keeps slapping them and frantically thrusting into her ass, clearly on the verge himself.
You and the trainee exchange a quick, silent glance. Without a word, you both slowly pull out of their asses at the same time. Seulgi and Wendy are both breathing hard, bodies still twitching from their orgasms. You both move so that you stand on either side of them. Wendy reaches up first, wrapping her hand around your cock and stroking you fast and firm. Seulgi does the same to the trainee, her hand moving quickly along his length.
Both girls look up at you with flushed, fucked-out faces, still covered in sweat and cum.
“Come on.”
Wendy moans, stroking you faster, her face still covered in drying cum.
“Cum for me…”
Seulgi looks at the trainee with a wicked little smile.
“Paint me… I want it all…”
You groan deeply as you explode, thick ropes of cum shooting across Wendy’s toned stomach and abs. At the same time, the trainee groans and unloads onto Seulgi, painting her stomach and tits with his load. Their midriffs and waists get hit with spurts of cum. One after another. Seulgi’s abs are barely visible beneath the milky white, while your cum runs down the sides of Wendy’s waist. Both girls moan as they’re covered, stroking you through your orgasms until you’re completely spent.
Wendy and Seulgi look down at their cum-covered stomachs, breathing hard, a mix of satisfaction and lingering lust on their faces.
The gym is silent except for the heavy breathing of all four of you.
You’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone. The apartment is quiet. Karina is out for a late schedule, and Giselle hasn’t come back yet. Perfect timing.
You had texted Ningning earlier after she messaged you that she has everything you asked of her and that she’s waiting for you. Her last reply had been short, but you could feel the mix of nervousness and excitement even through the screen.
The doorbell rings.
You get up, buzz her into the building, then sit back down on the couch, heart beating a little faster in anticipation. A few minutes later, there’s a soft knock on the apartment door.
You don’t get up.
“Come in.”
You call out. The door opens slowly. Ningning steps inside.
She closes the door behind her with a quiet click and stands there in the entryway, hands fidgeting with the hem of her tiny white skirt.
She’s wearing exactly what you had in mind.
A sheer, see-through mesh top that barely covers anything, her black bra clearly visible underneath. The white skirt is ridiculously short, barely covering the tops of her thighs. The straps of her panties are clearly visible on her waist. Her legs are covered in torn fishnet stockings, and on her neck sits the delicate black choker with the word “slut” spelled out in silver letters.
Ningning stands still, cheeks burning red. She can’t even look you in the eyes at first. Her gaze is fixed on the floor, shoulders slightly hunched in embarrassment, but you can see the excited sparkle in her eyes when she finally dares to glance up at you.
“Hi.”
She says quietly, almost whispering. Her voice is shy, but there’s a tremble of anticipation underneath it.
You don’t say anything right away. You just lean back on the couch and take your time admiring her.
Your eyes slowly drag over her body. From the way the sheer top clings to her chest and shows off her toned midriff, down to the tiny skirt that looks like it could ride up with the slightest movement, and the fishnets hugging her smooth legs. The “slut” choker sits perfectly against her neck, completing the look.
Ningning shifts her weight from one foot to the other, clearly feeling your gaze like a physical touch. Her cheeks grow even redder, but she doesn’t try to cover herself. She just stands there, letting you look.
“Turn around for me.”
Ningning bites her lip, then slowly turns, giving you a full view of her ass in that tiny skirt. The hem barely covers the bottom of her cheeks. You let the silence stretch for a few more seconds, drinking in the sight of her dressed exactly how you wanted. Embarrassed, shy, but clearly excited to be here for you.
Ningning glances over her shoulder at you.
“Is this okay?”
You lean back on the couch, eyes slowly dragging over Ningning’s body once more before you speak.
“It’s okay. Go get me a drink.”
Ningning freezes for a second. You see the way she bites her lip, her jaw tightening. There’s clear resistance in her eyes. That familiar proud, bratty spark flaring up. Being ordered around like this obviously doesn’t sit well with her. For a moment, you think she might refuse.
But after a few tense seconds, she lowers her gaze and turns toward the kitchen without a word.
You watch her walk away, the tiny white skirt swaying with every step, the sheer top doing almost nothing to hide her body. A strange, intoxicating sense of power washes over you. It feels weird… almost wrong. But at the same time, it’s thrilling. You’re surprised how much of Ningning’s pride you’ve already managed to chip away at. Part of you wonders just how far you could push her tonight.
But you quickly push that thought aside. You don’t want to be cruel. You just want to teach her a lesson.
A minute later, Ningning returns. She’s holding a glass of whiskey with ice, her steps careful. She stops in front of you and extends her arm, handing you the glass. You take it, letting your fingers brush against hers on purpose. Ningning’s eyes flicker with annoyance, but she doesn’t pull away immediately.
She stands there for a moment, clearly waiting. Then, with a slightly sharp edge to her voice, she asks:
“What do you want me to do next?”
The question comes out polite on the surface, but there’s a clear hint of irritation underneath. That stubborn, prideful part of her is refusing to disappear completely.
You take a slow sip of the whiskey as you look her up and down again.
Ningning shifts her weight, waiting for your command, her cheeks still faintly flushed with a mix of embarrassment and reluctant excitement.
You take another slow sip of whiskey, letting the silence stretch as you watch Ningning stand there in front of you.
You’re genuinely surprised at how easy it was. Just a little neglect, a little withholding of attention, and Ningning - the proud, sharp-tongued, gorgeous Ningning - had started cracking. She went from calling Giselle a slut and whore to showing up at your door dressed like this, waiting for your next command.
Now the real lesson could begin.
You set the glass down and lean forward slightly, eyes locked on hers.
“Did you get rid of the ‘dumbass’ I wrote on your back?”
Ningning’s body visibly tenses. For a split second, something flickers in her eyes. Regret, embarrassment, maybe even a hint of shame. She quickly looks away, biting the inside of her cheek.
“Yes, I scrubbed it off.”
You catch that glint of regret again before she hides it.
You glance around the living room for a moment, then nod toward the small drawer in the side table next to the couch.
“Open that drawer and bring me the black marker inside it.”
Ningning hesitates again. You can see the internal battle. That proud part of her hates every second of this, but the needy, curious part is winning out. After a few seconds, she walks over to the drawer, opens it, and pulls out the thick black marker. She comes back and holds it out to you, standing right in front of you.
You don’t take it immediately. Instead, you look up at her, letting the tension build.
“Turn around.”
Ningning swallows hard, then slowly turns, presenting her back to you. The short skirt rides up dangerously as she moves, barely covering her ass.
You finally take the marker from her hand.
But you can’t help yourself. As Ningning stands there obediently in front of you, you reach forward and slide your hand under the tiny white skirt. Your palm makes direct contact with her bare ass cheek. You squeeze it hard - possessively, fingers digging into the soft, warm flesh.
Ningning gasps sharply, her whole body jolting. She stumbles forward a half-step, knees weakening at the sudden touch. You give her ass one more firm squeeze before pulling your hand back.
“Strip. Top first. I want your back exposed.”
Ningning hesitates for only a second, then reaches down and slowly pulls the sheer mesh top up and over her head. She drops it onto the floor. Next, she reaches behind herself and unhooks her bra. The straps slide down her shoulders, and she lets the bra fall away as well. You have to physically stop yourself from telling her to turn around. The urge to see her naked tits from the front is strong, but you hold back. Not yet.
Instead, you pat your thigh.
“Come here. Sit.”
Ningning turns slightly and carefully lowers herself onto your lap, sitting sideways so her back is facing you. She reaches up, gathers her long dark hair, and pulls it over one shoulder, fully exposing her smooth back to you.
You uncap the black marker with a soft click. The sound makes Ningning shiver slightly. You place the tip against her skin, right underneath her shoulder blades, and slowly write the word again in bold letters.
DUMBASS
Ningning shudders hard the moment the marker touches her skin. You feel her body tense on your lap, a mix of deep humiliation and reluctant excitement running through her. Her breathing becomes heavier.
You take your time, making sure each letter is clear and dark against her skin. When you finish, you recap the marker and admire your work. Ningning stays perfectly still on your lap, back straight, hair still gathered over her shoulder. You can feel the tension in her body, the way she’s both embarrassed and strangely aroused by being marked like this again.
You rest one hand on her lower back, just below the fresh writing, and gently stroke her skin with your thumb.
“Good girl.”
Ningning lets out a tiny, shaky breath at the praise. She doesn’t turn around, but you can see the way her shoulders tremble slightly.
She’s waiting for your next command.
“What’s next?”
You trace a lazy circle with your thumb on her back.
“Give me another word. Something I can write on your back.”
You expect something soft. Something that softens the humiliation.
“Good girl”
“Pretty”
“Gorgeous”
Something that lets her keep a sliver of pride.
Instead, Ningning stays silent for a long few seconds. You can feel her body tense on your lap.
Then, barely above a whisper, trembling with embarrassment:
“…Slut.”
The word hangs in the air. You hide your surprise well, keeping your expression neutral.
Ningning’s voice cracks slightly as she continues, clearly fighting herself.
“Write… ‘slut’ on me.”
You can feel the rush of humiliation rolling through her body. Her shoulders tremble. But underneath that shame, something else is happening - a dark, twisted excitement. She hates that she’s getting off on this. Hates that degrading herself like this is making her wet. But she can’t stop it.
You don’t acknowledge her internal struggle. You simply uncap the marker again, as if this was entirely her idea.
“Hold still.”
You press the tip to her right shoulder blade and slowly write the word:
SLUT
Ningning shudders hard the entire time the marker scrapes across her skin. You can feel her breathing quicken, her thighs pressing together on your lap. The humiliation is intense… but so is the rush of thrill flooding her veins.
When you finish, Ningning stays quiet for a moment, clearly processing the new word now written on her back alongside the old one. Then, in a small, shy voice:
“…Next time… can I watch?”
She swallows hard, embarrassed by her own request.
“I want to see what it looks like… while you write on me.”
You don’t answer right away. You simply rest your hand on her lower back again, fingers brushing just below the fresh “SLUT” you wrote.
“You want to watch next time? Then you have to earn it.”
Ningning nods eagerly, almost too quickly. Her voice is breathy with a mix of shame and excitement.
“I’m ready… for whatever you want.”
You lean back on the couch.
“Then suck my cock.”
A visible spark of happiness flashes across her face. Ningning quickly slides off your lap and turns around to face you. She’s standing in front of you wearing nothing but the tiny white skirt and the “slut” choker. Her perky tits and toned stomach are completely exposed. You take a moment to admire her. Then, she drops to her knees between your legs without hesitation. Her fingers are quick and excited as she undoes your belt and pulls down your zipper. She tugs your pants and boxers down just enough to free your hard cock, which springs up in front of her face.
You watch her closely. Ningning is enjoying this humiliation a little too much. Her eyes are sparkling, cheeks flushed, lips parted. She’s supposed to be learning a lesson about calling Giselle a slut, but right now she looks like she’s exactly where she wants to be.
You tilt your head slightly.
“Is Ningning really this excited to suck my cock?”
She freezes for a second, fingers wrapped around your shaft. The question hits her exactly where you wanted it to. You see the hesitation in her eyes as she seems to get the hint of what you’re trying to do - forcing her to confront her own behavior.
Ningning bites her lip.
“Ningning is really excited for your cock.”
The switch to third person comes naturally, like she’s surrendering to it.
She leans forward and eagerly takes you into her mouth, sucking your dick with obvious hunger. Her tongue swirls around the head before she sinks deeper, moaning softly around your length.
“Nngh… Ningning loves sucking oppa’s cock…”
She mumbles between slurps, clearly getting off on the degradation. You lean back, one hand resting on the back of her head as she bobs on your cock, the “slut” choker moving with every motion of her swallowing.
Ningning is lost in it after only a few bobs of her head. Her eyes turn watery, her cheeks hollowed, clearly loving the humiliation more than she probably should. She doesn’t hold back, leaning forward eagerly, wrapping her soft lips around the head of your cock and taking you deeper again and again. She does her best, sucking with genuine effort, hollowing her cheeks, swirling her tongue around the shaft as she bobs her head. Within seconds, she’s already getting messy. Spit drips from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and onto her exposed tits as she tries to take more of you.
“Mmmph… Ningning wants to be good…”
She mumbles again around your cock, the words muffled and wet.
She pushes herself further, gagging softly when the tip hits the back of her throat, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she forces herself deeper, eyes watering as thick strings of saliva spill from her lips and drip onto your balls. The wet, sloppy sounds of her sucking fill the living room.
Your head rolls back against the couch, a deep groan escaping your throat at the intense pleasure. Her mouth feels incredible: warm, eager, and getting sloppier by the second. You have to fight to stay in control, fingers tightening in her hair as she works you over.
But even through the haze of pleasure, your mind is still working.
She still doesn’t fully get it, you think. Ningning had been so quick to call Giselle a slut and a whore, acting all high and mighty. Yet here she is, on her knees, dressed like a cheap whore, choking on your cock with “SLUT” and “DUMBASS” written on her back. The hypocrisy is glaring… but she’s clearly getting off on it.
For a brief moment, you consider reaching for your phone. You could call Giselle right now, put her on speaker, and make Ningning apologize while she sucks your cock. Or even better, tell Giselle to come over so she can watch what a pathetic slut Ningning really is.
The thought is tempting. But Ningning’s mouth feels too fucking good.
Her head bobs faster as you try to think, spit running freely down your shaft as she slurps and gags on you. The wet, messy sounds combined with her soft, desperate moans around your cock make it impossible to focus on anything else.
You let out a low groan and lean back further, deciding to deal with the lesson later. Right now, you just want to enjoy her.
Ningning looks up at you through watery eyes, mascara starting to smudge, lips stretched wide around your cock as she sucks you like she’s trying to prove something.
She pulls off just long enough to gasp.
“Ningning… will be a good slut for you… please use her mouth…”
Then she dives back down, taking you even deeper, determined to make you feel good.
She’s sucking you with messy, sloppy devotion, head bobbing eagerly, spit dripping freely from her stretched lips and running down her chin in thick strings. It drips onto her exposed tits, making them glisten, and some of it falls onto your balls and thighs. The wet, filthy sounds of her gagging and slurping fill the living room as she tries her hardest to take you deeper, eyes watering, mascara starting to run.
“Nngh… glk-Ningning wants to be good…”
She mumbles around your cock, the words garbled and wet.
You lean back on the couch, groaning softly as you watch her. Your hand rests on the back of her head, guiding her rhythm. While she slobbers all over your shaft, your mind wanders.
“What should I write on her next?”
She’s doing all of this just so she can watch you write something on her body. The thought makes you smirk. You consider a few options:
“Good Girl”
“Whore”
“Property”
But nothing feels quite right yet.
Ningning gags again, pushing herself deeper, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth as she works you with desperate enthusiasm.
That’s when the idea hits you.
You gently tug her hair, pulling her off your cock. She comes up with a wet gasp, strings of saliva still connecting her full lips to your throbbing length. She looks up at you with clear disappointment mixed with excitement.
“Stand up.”
Ningning hesitates for half a second, clearly not wanting to stop sucking your cock, but she obeys. She rises to her feet, standing in front of you.
You pat your thigh.
“Put your foot here.”
Ningning trembles visibly as she lifts her right leg and places her foot on your thigh, the short skirt riding up dangerously high. The position leaves her completely exposed with her soaked panties and probably her ass on full display.
You uncap the marker again. Ningning bites her lip, breathing fast, clearly nervous but also incredibly turned on by what’s about to happen.
You press the tip of the marker against the smooth skin of her inner thigh, right below the hem of her skirt.
COCK SUCKER
When you finish, you recap the marker.
“You’ve earned it.”
You say simply, admiring your work on her skin.
Ningning looks down at the fresh writing on her thigh, her face burning with humiliation. But a fresh trickle of arousal runs down her inner thigh. She’s soaking wet.
“…Thank you.”
She hesitates for a long moment, biting her lip hard before continuing in an even softer voice.
“Can Ningning… show you that her pussy is just as good as her mouth? Please…? Will you write something for her pussy too…?”
The request is so shameless, so eager, that it makes you pause. You pretend to think about it, leaning back on the couch and studying her. On one hand, she’s clearly too into this, enjoying the humiliation far more than you expected. The lesson about her hypocrisy toward Giselle is getting lost somewhere in her arousal.
Still… you decide to just have fun with it for now. You can try to make her properly apologize to Giselle next time.
You nod slowly.
“Lie down on the couch.”
Ningning’s eyes light up with nervous enthusiasm. She quickly moves to lie on her back, the tiny skirt riding up around her waist. She looks at you, breathing fast, legs slightly parted. You stand up and step between her spread thighs. Without a word, you reach down and hook your fingers into the waistband of her soaked panties. You pull them to the side, fully exposing her dripping wet pussy. She’s absolutely drenched, her folds glistening, clit swollen, a thin string of arousal stretching as you move the fabric away.
Ningning whimpers softly at the exposure, her hips twitching. You grip your cock and press the head against her entrance. She’s so wet that you slide in easily, pushing forward in one slow, steady motion until you’re buried halfway inside her tight heat.
Ningning’s back arches off the couch with a loud moan.
“Ah! Ningning’s pussy… feels so full…”
You keep pushing until you bottom out, your hips pressed flush against her. Her walls clench around you greedily, hot and soaking wet.
You stay there for a moment, savoring the feeling, looking down at her flushed face and exposed body, marked thighs, “slut” choker, and now your cock buried deep inside her.
Ningning looks up at you with glassy, desperate eyes, clearly waiting for you to start moving.
You grip Ningning’s hips firmly and start thrusting into her - hard, but slow.
Each stroke is deep and powerful. You pull back almost all the way, until only the head remains inside her, then drive forward with controlled force, burying every inch of your cock into her tight, soaked pussy. The head of your cock kisses her cervix with every thrust, pressing against that deep, sensitive spot inside her.
Ningning’s eyes flutter and quickly go cross-eyed.
“Ah! Fuck-so deep-”
You keep the same punishing rhythm: slow withdrawal, then a hard, merciless thrust that makes her whole body jolt. Her pussy clenches tightly around you every time you bottom out, her walls fluttering wildly as you grind against her cervix. Ningning’s head falls back against the couch, mouth hanging open. Her eyes remain crossed, completely unfocused as pleasure overwhelms her. She tries to speak, but it quickly turns into incoherent mumbling.
“So-big… hitting so deep… Ningning’s-ahh-pussy… feels so full… mmmph-”
Her hands clutch desperately at the couch cushions, knuckles turning white. Every slow, hard thrust makes her tits bounce and her stomach tighten visibly. She’s a complete mess already, drooling slightly, eyes crossed, mumbling broken words between shaky moans.
“Cock… so deep… cervix-ah-! Ningning can’t-can’t th-think- fuck-!”
You don’t speed up. You keep fucking her with those deep, heavy strokes, making sure she feels every single inch dragging along her walls and pressing against her cervix again and again. The wet, lewd sound of your cock plunging into her soaked pussy fills the living room. Ningning’s legs start shaking uncontrollably. Her mumbling becomes even more broken, almost unintelligible.
She looks completely fucked stupid, eyes crossed, tongue slightly hanging out, body jolting with every powerful thrust. The only thing keeping her from sliding off the couch is your firm grip on her hips.
You maintain that slow, devastating rhythm, pulling back almost completely, then driving forward with powerful, controlled force. Each thrust bottoms out deep inside Ningning, the head of your cock pressing firmly against her cervix before you drag back out again.
Ningning is falling apart faster than you expected. Her eyes are crossed, her mouth hangs open, and broken, incoherent moans spill from her lips with every deep stroke. Her pussy clenches and flutters madly around you, soaking your cock and thighs.
Why is she breaking so easily? you wonder, watching her tremble beneath you. Is it because you denied her for so long? Or is she really getting off this hard on being degraded?
The thought of stopping, just to tease her, to piss her off and make her beg, flickers through your mind. But you can’t bring yourself to do it. Her pussy feels too fucking good. Tight, hot, and soaking wet, gripping you like it never wants to let go. Every slow, powerful thrust makes her walls ripple around you. You can’t stop. Not yet.
Instead, you start fucking her quicker. Your hips snap forward faster, still deep and hard, but with less restraint. The wet sounds of your cock plunging into her drenched cunt grow louder and more obscene.
Ningning’s moans turn sharper, more desperate.
“Ah-! Fuck-! Too fast-Ningning-can’t-ahh-!”
You reach down and grab a fistful of her long dark hair. You pull her head up firmly, forcing her upper torso to lift off the couch like she’s doing a painful sit-up. Her back arches, tits bouncing with every thrust as you hold her up by her hair.
Ningning’s eyes roll back even further, her mouth wide open in a silent scream before a loud, broken cry escapes her.
“Fuuuuck-! Oppa-! My hair-it hurts but feels so good-!”
Her pussy clenches around your cock from the new angle and the rough treatment. She’s completely at your mercy now, upper body lifted, back arched, getting fucked senseless while you hold her up by her hair. You keep pounding into her faster, watching her face contort in overwhelming pleasure, completely lost in the feeling of your cock destroying her pussy, your hips snapping forward relentlessly. Each powerful stroke makes her body jolt, her tight walls fluttering and squeezing around your cock as you stretch her open again and again.
Ningning’s voice cracks as she begs, eyes still crossed in overwhelming pleasure.
“Harder-please-pull Ningning’s hair harder-!”
You groan, gripping her hair tighter in your fist and yanking her head forward even more. Her upper body stays lifted off the couch, back arched as you fuck her senseless.
“Fuck… your pussy is amazing. So tight and wet for me.”
Ningning whimpers loudly at the praise, her pussy clenching even harder around you. Between broken moans, she manages to gasp.
“Has… has Ningning earned… another writing…?”
You don’t slow down. You keep pounding into her as you answer.
“Yeah. You have.”
Ningning’s voice trembles with excitement and shame.
“Please… write ‘cum dump’… on Ningning’s other thigh…”
You smirk, still fucking her hard. Instead of answering with words, you release her hair and quickly hook two fingers into her mouth, your fingertips pressing against the backside of her teeth, pulling back slightly to keep her upper body in that arched position. Your fingers press down on her tongue, your knuckles hold up the roof of her mouth, effectively gagging her and stopping her from talking.
“You haven’t made me cum yet. So you don’t get to claim that title for yourself.”
Ningning can only moan and drool around your fingers, eyes watering as you continue to thrust into her pussy. You reach over with your free hand, grab the marker, and uncap it.
It’s difficult to write properly while you’re still fucking her, but you manage. You press the marker against the smooth skin of her other inner thigh and write in shaky, bold letters.
WORTHLESS
Ningning’s eyes widen as she watches you write it. She mewls loudly around your fingers, a fresh wave of humiliation and arousal crashing through her. Her pussy spasms hard around your cock, clearly getting off on being marked like this.
You finish the last letter and toss the marker aside, then pull your fingers out of her mouth. Ningning gasps for air, drool running down her chin as she looks down at the fresh writing on her thighs - “COCK SUCKER” on one, “Worthless” on the other.
She’s shaking, completely overwhelmed, but her eyes are filled with desperate lust.
Giselle stands alone in the elevator, watching the numbers slowly climb toward the right floor. She bites her lower lip, her mind already drifting somewhere it shouldn’t.
A warm bath sounds perfect right now. Maybe some nice takeout, a glass of wine, and then… some quality “me time” in bed. She can already picture it, lying back, legs spread, fingers between her thighs while she imagines you on top of her. The way you pinned her against the door that night. The way your fingers felt inside her. The way you made her cum so hard she nearly collapsed.
She shakes her head sharply, annoyed at herself.
“Stop it. Seriously.”
She’s thinking about you way too much lately. At this point, she might as well just start dating you herself. The thought makes her cheeks burn. She wonders, for a brief, ridiculous moment, what Karina would say if she actually asked her.
“Hey, unnie… is it okay if I date your boyfriend?”
Giselle groans quietly and leans her forehead against the cool metal wall of the elevator.
The public would lose their minds. The scandal. The headlines. The hate comments. The endless drama. And yet… the fantasy still lingers. Your hands on her body. Your voice in her ear. The way you looked at her like you wanted to ruin her.
She lets out another frustrated sigh.
“God… why does he have to be so fucking hot?”
The elevator dings softly as it reaches your floor. The doors slide open. Giselle straightens up, trying to push the dirty thoughts out of her head as she steps into the hallway. But they cling to her anyway.
She imagines slipping into your bed while you and Karina are gone, lying naked between your sheets, touching herself right where you sleep. The thrill of it makes her stomach flutter. Would you unconsciously smell her on your pillow later? Would you dream about her while lying next to Karina?
The idea is so wrong… but so exciting.
She shakes her head, annoyed at herself again, but the heat between her legs doesn’t fade. She unlocks the apartment door and steps inside, still lost in her fantasy. She kicks off her shoes by the entrance, bending down to place them neatly.
Only when she straightens up does she finally look forward. Her heart nearly stops.
Ningning is bent over the kitchen table, completely naked except for a black choker around her neck that clearly says “SLUT” in silver letters. Her tits are pressed against the tabletop, and Giselle can clearly see the word “IDIOT” written in thick black marker across one of them.
Behind her, you’re standing tall, fucking Ningning hard from behind. One of your hands grips her waist, the other is tangled in her hair, fingers digging into her forehead as you pull her head back, forcing her to arch. The wet, regular sound of your cock slamming into her pussy fills the apartment.
Ningning’s eyes are half-lidded, mouth open in a moan, her body jolting forward with every thrust.
Giselle almost screams.
Her hand flies up to cover her mouth as her eyes go wide in pure shock. The bag in her other hand slips from her fingers and drops to the floor with a dull thud.
Both you and Ningning turn their heads at the sound.
For a second, time seems to freeze.
Ningning’s face burns crimson, but she doesn’t try to pull away. Your hips slow, but you don’t pull out. Your cock stays buried deep inside Ningning as you stare at Giselle.
And Giselle stands there, frozen in the entrance, heart hammering in her chest, unable to tear her eyes away from the obscene sight in front of her. For a few long, suffocating seconds, the entire apartment seems to stop breathing.
Ningning’s face burns with humiliation as she realizes who just walked in. But you recover first. You reach down and gently take the marker out of Ningning’s fingers. Then, without pulling out of her, you look straight at Giselle and motion with the marker for her to come closer.
Giselle hesitates, clearly overwhelmed, but you speak calmly.
“This is how you two are going to get over your fight.”
She stands there for a few more seconds, conflicted, before she slowly walks over. Her eyes flick between you and Ningning, taking in every humiliating detail.
You lean down closer to Ningning’s ear, still buried inside her, and speak low enough for only her to hear.
“Out of the two of you… you’re the biggest slut. Bent over like this, marked up, getting fucked by your friend’s boyfriend.”
Ningning whimpers pathetically. Her panties are still stuffed in her mouth, so all she can manage is a weak, muffled:
“Mmmph… ‘m sowwy…”
You shake your head.
“That’s not enough.”
You pull the marker cap off with your teeth and hand the marker to Giselle.
“Write whatever you want.”
Giselle stares at the marker, then at Ningning’s flushed, marked-up body. Ningning looks up at her with glassy, apologetic, yet strangely lustful eyes and gives a small, shaky nod. Giselle bites her lip, clearly battling with herself. Then, with a mix of hesitation and dark satisfaction, she leans forward.
She presses the marker to Ningning’s forehead.
BITCH
Ningning shudders hard at the fresh humiliation, despite not even being able to tell completely what Giselle wrote, a broken whimper escaping around the panties in her mouth. Her pussy clenches tightly around your cock as Giselle finishes writing.
The older one steps back, staring at her handiwork. The word “BITCH” now sits prominently across Ningning’s forehead, joining all the other degrading labels on her body.
You stay buried deep inside Ningning, your cock throbbing in her tight, soaked pussy as you look over at Giselle.
“Go on. Write whatever you want. She’s earned it.”
Giselle hesitates again. You can see the conflict in her eyes. Part of her wants to be nice, to show mercy. But another part, the darker, more aroused part, is clearly winning. Both girls are visibly turned on by this. Ningning’s pussy keeps clenching steadily around you, and Giselle’s thighs press together as she stares at the already-marked body in front of her.
She finally walks slowly around the table, circling Ningning like a predator. Her eyes trace the words already written. “DUMBASS” on her back, “SLUT” on her shoulder blade, “COCK SUCKER” and “WORTHLESS” on her thighs.
She stops behind Ningning, staring at her exposed ass. Then she leans down and writes in bold letters across one of her ass cheeks:
WHORE
Ningning whimpers, her pussy trembling hard around your cock.
You lean in close to Giselle’s ear.
“You can do better than that.”
Giselle shivers as your breath brushes her skin. Goosebumps rise along her neck and arms. You reach up, gently tilt her chin with your fingers, and make her look at you.
“Unfortunately, Giselle… you aren’t as innocent as you’d like to be either.”
Her eyes widen. You hold her gaze and continue.
“Tell Ningning what happened.”
Giselle’s cheeks burn red. She hesitates, clearly embarrassed, but the heat in the room and the way Ningning is trembling beneath you seems to push her forward.
She swallows hard, then speaks quietly.
“…You fingered me right outside your bedroom door… while we listened to Karina touching herself. You made me cum while she was moaning your name.”
The confession hangs in the air.
You feel Ningning’s pussy react instantly, gripping your cock as a fresh wave of arousal floods through her. She lets out a muffled, humiliated whimper around the panties still stuffed in her mouth, her whole body shuddering at the revelation.
Giselle stands there, breathing faster, clearly ashamed but also visibly turned on by admitting it out loud. Ningning’s hips twitch back against you, her pussy dripping down your shaft as the humiliation sinks deeper. You stay buried inside her, one hand still on her waist, savoring the way her body reacts to the truth. You watch Giselle carefully as she stands there, marker still in her hand. Her cheeks are flushed deep red, eyes wide with shame… but there’s no hiding the way her thighs press together. Or the way her nipples are visibly hard through her top. She’s ashamed of what she just confessed, but she’s also incredibly turned on by it.
You reach out and gently take the marker from her fingers.
“How long have you been fantasizing about sleeping with me?”
You ask straight out.
Giselle’s eyes widen. She opens her mouth, trying to stammer something, but no coherent words come out. Her face burns even hotter. Before she can find her voice, you take her left arm and turn it. You press the marker to her smooth skin and write.
BAD FRIEND
Giselle shudders hard the moment the words appear on her arm. Her knees weaken for a second. She stares down at the fresh writing. She starts breathing faster.
She had been telling herself the same thing for weeks. That she was a terrible friend to Karina. But seeing it written on her skin, acknowledged out loud by you… it hits differently. The humiliation makes her legs tremble.
You cap the marker, then look at her.
“You have two choices. You can go take a shower right now and wash that off… or you can join Ningning and have some fun with us.”
Giselle hesitates, visibly torn. Her eyes dart between you and Ningning, who is still bent over the table, marked up, panties in her mouth, your cock buried deep inside her pussy. Then Giselle’s gaze slowly rakes over your body. She lingers on your chest. Your arms. The way your hips are pressed against Ningning’s ass. Weeks of filthy fantasies flash through her mind. All those nights she touched herself thinking about you. Even if she has to share you with Ningning… this might be a chance she’ll never get again.
She swallows hard.
“…I want to stay.”
Ningning lets out a muffled, shaky moan around the panties in her mouth, clearly aroused by Giselle’s decision.
You give Ningning a few more deep thrusts before finally pulling out of her dripping pussy. A thick string of her juices connects the head of your cock to her folds for a moment before it snaps. Giselle’s eyes widen as she stares at your cock. It’s hard. It’s throbbing. It’s absolutely drenched with Ningning’s arousal. She bites her lower lip, trying (and failing) to stifle a needy moan that escapes her anyway.
You pull Ningning up by her waist until she’s standing on shaky legs in front of you. Both girls now stand side by side, Ningning completely naked except for the “SLUT” choker and the degrading words written all over her body, Giselle is still dressed but clearly eager to look like Ningning soon.
You reach up and gently pull the soaked panties out of Ningning’s mouth. She gasps for air, drool running down her chin. Without needing to be told, Ningning drops to her knees in front of you, her face now level with your glistening cock. Giselle hesitates for only a second before she follows, kneeling beside her. Ningning, still visibly ashamed that Giselle saw her in such a degraded state earlier, shyly glances at Giselle. Then she gestures toward your cock with a small, embarrassed nod, inviting her to go first.
Giselle’s hand trembles slightly as she reaches out. She wraps her fingers around your thick, wet cock, eyes going wide as she feels its heat and weight. She strokes it slowly a couple of times, almost mesmerized as her fantasies seem to come true. When she pulls her hand back, several shiny strings of Ningning’s juices stretch between her fingers and your cock before snapping. Then, Giselle leans forward, parts her lips, and finally wraps her mouth around the tip. She lets out a muffled moan as she tastes Ningning’s arousal mixed with yours. Her tongue swirls slowly around the head.
Ningning shuffles closer on her knees, pressing her soft lips against the side of your shaft. She starts kissing and licking along your length while Giselle sucks on the tip. Their tongues occasionally brush against each other as they worship your cock together. You look down at the sight, both girls on their knees, one sucking the head while the other kisses and licks the side, their faces flushed with shame and excitement, both clearly nervous but eager.
They’re not perfectly synchronized like Wendy and Seulgi were. There’s a slight awkwardness at first. Giselle is more hesitant, still processing everything, while Ningning is trying to make up for being caught earlier by being extra enthusiastic.
But they quickly find a rhythm.
Giselle pulls off the head with a wet pop and moves to the side, licking along your shaft while Ningning takes the tip into her mouth. Then they switch again, Ningning licking the underside while Giselle sucks greedily on the head, her cheeks hollowing.
You can’t help but compare them.
Wendy and Seulgi had been scarily coordinated, almost like they’d done this before. Smooth transitions, perfect teamwork, knowing exactly when to switch and how to drive you crazy. Giselle and Ningning are messier, more frantic, driven by shame, jealousy, and raw lust. Their inexperience makes it even hotter in a different way.
Ningning looks up at you with watery eyes as she sucks you deeper, gagging softly. Giselle licks along the side, then leans in to kiss Ningning around your cock. Their tongues meet sloppily with your length trapped between them.
“Fuck…”
One hand of yours rests on Giselle’s head, the other on Ningning’s.
They keep switching, sometimes one taking you deep while the other licks your balls. Sometimes both lick up and down your shaft together. Sometimes they fight playfully over the head. Spit drips everywhere. It runs down their chins and onto their tits. Both of their faces are a mess. Flushed and wet.
Giselle pulls off for a second and looks up at you.
“Is this… okay?”
Ningning doesn’t wait for your answer. She leans in and takes you back into her mouth. She sucks greedily while Giselle watches for a moment before joining her again.
You lean your head back, groaning at the feeling of two mouths and tongues working you over. It’s not as polished as what Wendy and Seulgi did, but the raw hunger from both girls, especially knowing how much shame and excitement is driving them, makes it incredibly intense. Ningning moans around your cock, clearly getting off on being used like this in front of Giselle. Giselle is still a little hesitant, but the way she keeps licking and sucking shows she’s slowly giving in to her desires.
Ningning is especially eager now. She takes you deeper into her mouth, sucking with sloppy, hungry devotion. Her head bobs steadily while her tongue presses against the underside. The word BITCH is still written boldly across her forehead in black marker, and every time she looks up at you with watery eyes, the sight hits you like a drug.
She’s kneeling. Slobbering all over your cock. Marked up like a cheap whore. The proud, sharp-tongued Ningning, reduced to this. The contrast between her usual attitude and how she looks right now is dizzying… and it turns you on more than you expected.
Giselle, on the other hand, still looks more innocent. Her movements are a little more hesitant, almost shy, as she licks along the side of your shaft and occasionally kisses the base. Her cheeks are flushed, and there’s a nervous excitement in her eyes, like she can’t believe she’s actually doing this.
The contrast between the two of them is overwhelming. You groan deeply, the pleasure amplified by how different they feel. Ningning sucks you like she’s trying to prove something, taking you into her throat and gagging softly. Giselle licks and kisses every inch she can reach, her soft tongue tracing veins while she watches Ningning work.
Then they switch again. Ningning pulls off with a wet gasp, spit dripping from her chin. She moves to lick along the side while Giselle leans in and takes the head into her mouth. Giselle’s lips stretch around you as she sucks gently at first, then with growing confidence.
The visual is intoxicating. Ningning with BITCH written on her forehead, drooling and licking your shaft like a desperate slut. Giselle, still relatively clean-faced, sucking the tip with wide, slightly nervous eyes.
You can’t help but groan again. Your pleasure builds faster.
Ningning looks up at you. Her voice sounds hoarse as she licks along your length.
“Ningning… loves sucking oppa’s cock…”
Giselle pulls off just enough to breathe, her lips shiny, before she whispers almost shyly.
“…Me too…”
Then she dives back down, taking your cock deeper while Ningning kisses and licks wherever Giselle isn’t.
You lean your head back, breathing harder, completely lost in the feeling of both their mouths worshipping you at the same time.
Giselle keeps sucking on the head of your cock, her tongue swirling greedily, but her eyes keep drifting sideways to Ningning. She can’t stop staring at the words written all over her. BITCH on her forehead, SLUT on her shoulder blade, COCKSUCKER and WORTHLESS on her thighs. The black marker stands out harshly against Ningning’s skin. It turns her into a living, breathing canvas of degradation.
Giselle feels a sharp pang of envy. It’s not just how filthy and hot Ningning looks right now. Marked up, drooling, talking about herself in third person, sucking your cock like a desperate whore. It’s the attention. The clear proof that you’ve claimed her, used her, written on her like she belongs to you. Giselle wants that too. She wants your focus. Your control. Your marks on her body.
She starts sucking your cock messier on purpose. She lets her spit drip freely from her lips, letting thick strings of saliva run down her chin and onto the front of her white top. The fabric quickly becomes kinda see-through. It starts clinging to her tits and makes her hard nipples clearly visible.
You notice. Your gaze drops to her chest, watching the way her wet shirt turns almost transparent, outlining her breasts perfectly.
Giselle catches you staring. A small, shy but excited smile appears on her lips as she pulls off your cock for a moment.
“Do I deserve another writing too?”
Her voice trembles with both nervousness and arousal.
You’re about to answer, about to tell her yes, when Ningning suddenly speaks up, still on her knees beside her, lips shiny with spit.
“You have to earn it first.”
Ningning’s voice carries a hint of bratty competitiveness.
Giselle glances at her, surprised, but the challenge in Ningning’s eyes seems to spark something in her. Instead of arguing, she leans forward again and takes your dick back into her mouth. She starts sucking with renewed determination, clearly trying to prove herself. Ningning watches her for a second, then joins in again, both girls now working your cock with messy, competitive enthusiasm. Their tongues slide against each other. Their lips meet around your shaft. Their spit drips everywhere.
Giselle is clearly determined to earn her own marks now. Their competitive energy is turning the blowjob into something almost frantic. Ningning shifts lower, moving from the side of your shaft to your balls. She sucks one into her mouth gently, then the other, swirling her tongue around them while her hand strokes the base of your cock. Her warm, wet mouth on your balls feels incredible, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. At the same time, Giselle wraps her hand firmly around the base of your cock, holding it steady. She looks up at you with those big, innocent-looking eyes. Eyes that are anything but innocent right now. Then she starts slapping your heavy, wet cock against her face.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
She hits her cheeks, her lips, even her tongue with it, making wet, lewd sounds. Her cheeks are flushed, spit already dripping down her chin as she tries her hardest to turn you on.
“You like this, oppa?”
She whispers breathily between slaps.
“You like when I slap your cock on my face like a dirty girl?”
She opens her mouth wide and slaps your cock against her tongue a few more times before she leans forward and takes you in again.
This time, she tries something new. Giselle pushes herself further, taking more and more of your cock into her mouth until her cheeks bulge out like a chipmunk. She holds you there for a moment, eyes watering, clearly struggling but determined. Then she pushes even deeper. Your cock slips into her throat. Giselle gags hard, but she doesn’t pull back. She keeps you buried in her tight throat, her nose pressing closer and closer to your stomach as she fights through it.
You groan deeply. Your hand tightens in her hair as pleasure surges through you. Your orgasm is building fast now.
Ningning notices immediately. She lets out an annoyed little scoff around your balls, clearly irritated that Giselle is taking the lead. She doubles her efforts, sucking harder on your balls while stroking the part of your shaft that Giselle can’t reach.
But Giselle doesn’t care. She keeps you deep in her throat, bobbing slightly, determined to be the one who makes you cum. Her eyes are locked on yours, big and full of lust, as if silently telling you she wants your load.
The competition between them - Ningning sucking your balls while Giselle deepthroats you - feels incredible. Their mouths, tongues, and hands work together in messy harmony, both of them desperate to push you over the edge.
You can feel yourself getting dangerously close as Giselle refuses to pull off. She keeps your cock buried deep in her throat, her nose pressed flush against your stomach, cheeks bulging as she holds you there. Her eyes stay locked on yours the entire time. The eye contact is dizzying. Every time her throat tightens and beats around you, it sends a fresh wave of pleasure through your body.
Ningning, not wanting to be outdone, moves. She pulls away from your balls and starts kissing and licking along your thigh, then moves up to your abs. Her soft lips and warm tongue trace every line of muscle, trying desperately to draw your attention back to her. She’s jealous - you can feel it in the way she sucks and bites at your skin - but she’s also turned on by watching Giselle deepthroat you so eagerly.
You groan as your head starts spinning from the overwhelming sensation. Giselle’s throat is incredibly tight and hot, massaging your cock as she struggles to breathe through her nose. Her nostrils flare with every labored breath. You uncap the marker with your teeth. You firmly hold the back of Giselle’s head, keeping her exactly where she is, cock buried down her throat. Giselle’s eyes widen slightly, but she doesn’t fight it. She just moans around you, the vibration traveling straight through your length.
You lean down and press the marker to her right cheek.
COCK
Then you move to her left cheek.
SUCKER
The words come out bold and clear against her skin. Giselle’s eyes flutter as she feels the marker moving across her face. The humiliation seems to push her even further. She shakes her head from side to side, the motion making your cock grind against the walls of her throat.
The sudden movement nearly makes you cum right there. You groan, gripping her head tighter. With a heavy breath, you push her forehead back, finally forcing her off your cock.
Giselle comes up gasping, thick strings of spit connecting her lips to your throbbing length. Her face is a mess: mascara is running, cheeks are bright red, and now the words COCK SUCKER are written across them in bold black marker.
Ningning licks her lips, Giselle wipes some spit from her chin, the fresh writing on her face making her look even more filthy and used. They stay on their knees in front of you, faces flushed and messy from sucking your cock. Without a word, they both reach out at the same time. Giselle’s hand wraps around the upper part of your shaft, her fingers still slick with her own spit. Ningning takes the lower part, her grip a little firmer. They start stroking you together. Slow at first, then finding a rhythm. Their hands slide up and down your throbbing length in coordinated strokes.
The sight alone is overwhelming. Both of them look up at you with lust-filled eyes as they jerk you off. Their hands twist and stroke perfectly, sometimes squeezing at the head, sometimes sliding all the way down to your base. Spit and pre-cum make everything slippery and messy, dripping down their fingers.
You groan again, hips twitching. Giselle’s eyes widen with excitement. Ningning bites her lip, stroking faster. Both girls lean in closer, tilting their heads back slightly. They open their mouths wide, tongues sticking out obediently, presenting themselves like good little sluts waiting for their reward.
You can’t hold back any longer. With a deep groan, you finally cum.
The first thick, heavy rope of cum shoots out hard, landing directly across Giselle’s face, splashing from her forehead down across the bridge of her nose and onto her tongue. The second powerful spurt hits Ningning, painting a thick white line from her left cheek all the way to the right side of her hairline, covering the word BITCH on her forehead. More ropes follow in quick succession. You paint both of their faces thoroughly. Thick strands land on Giselle’s cheeks, painting the COCKSUCKER letters you wrote a moment ago. A heavy load lands on her tongue, and she moans softly. But she keeps her mouth open so you can see it pool there. Ningning gets just as much. One long rope lands across her eyes, forcing her to close them as cum drips from her lashes. Another lands on her lips and chin, slowly running down onto her marked-up tits. You keep pulsing, covering both their faces and upper chests (including Giselle’s shirt) until their skin is glistening with your cum.
When you finally finish, both girls stay exactly where they are, mouths open, tongues out, faces absolutely covered in your thick load. Giselle’s eyes flutter open, cum dripping from her lashes as she looks up at you with a dazed, satisfied expression. Ningning licks her lips slowly, tasting you, the word BITCH still visible through the mess on her forehead.
Both of them look completely used… and incredibly beautiful.
Ningning is sprawled out on her back across the couch. Her legs are spread wide, one foot hooked over the backrest. Her head is thrown back against the cushions, mouth open in a constant stream of broken, high-pitched moans as Giselle kneels between her thighs, eating her out. Giselle’s tongue moves relentlessly: long, wet licks through Ningning’s soaked folds, firm circles around her swollen clit, a kiss on her thigh here and there and occasional deep thrusts into her pussy. Two of her fingers are buried inside Ningning, curling and pumping steadily as she sucks on her clit.
Behind Giselle, you’re kneeling, gripping her perfect ass with both hands. You spread her cheeks wide, holding her open as you thrust into her tight, dripping pussy from behind. Each deep stroke makes her body jolt forward, her face pressing harder into Ningning’s cunt.
Both of their faces are still covered in your cum. Thick, drying ropes of it streak Giselle’s cheeks, chin, and even a few drops cling to her eyelashes. Ningning’s face is similarly painted, white streaks across her forehead, over the word BITCH, and dripping down her lips and chin onto her tits.
You squeeze Giselle’s ass harder, fingers digging into the soft flesh as you fuck her with slow but powerful thrusts, bottoming out with every stroke. Giselle moans loudly into Ningning’s pussy. The vibrations make Ningning cry out and buck her hips up desperately.
“Fuck Aeri-unnie-right there-don’t stop sucking my clit-!”
Ningning whimpers. Her hands are tangled tightly in Giselle’s hair, pulling her face harder against her soaking cunt.
Giselle doesn’t answer with words. She just buries herself deeper, sucking harder on Ningning’s clit while her fingers curl inside her, all while pushing her ass back against you, clearly loving being fucked from behind. You keep the deep, steady rhythm going, watching the way Giselle’s body rocks between you and Ningning. Her pussy clenches beautifully around your cock, soaked and eager.
Ningning’s moans grow louder and more desperate, her thighs starting to shake around Giselle’s head.
“I’m-I’m so close-please-make me cum-!”
Giselle doubles down, sucking and fingering her faster, while you continue pounding into Giselle’s tight heat from behind, your hands never leaving her ass.
The living room is filled with the wet, filthy sounds of sex. Your cock slides in and out of Giselle. Giselle’s mouth devours Ningning. Both girls’ needy and shameless moans blend together.
Nut now, Ningning’s moans grow louder and more frantic as Giselle works between her legs. Giselle’s tongue flicks rapidly over her swollen clit while two fingers pump steadily in and out of her soaked pussy. Ningning’s hips buck wildly. Her hands grip Giselle’s hair even tighter as she nears the edge.
“I’m-I’m gonna-fuck-unnie-!”
Ningning’s voice cracks. Her entire body suddenly tenses. Her back arches off the couch as her orgasm crashes through her. A loud, broken scream tears from her throat as she squirts hard, gushing onto Giselle’s tongue and chin. Her thighs clamp around Giselle’s head. They tremble violently as wave after wave of pleasure rips through her. Giselle keeps licking and fingering her through it, drawing out every last spasm until Ningning collapses back onto the couch, gasping and whimpering.
At the same time, you don’t stop fucking Giselle from behind. Her tight pussy feels incredible. It’s hot, wet, smooth and gripping you perfectly. The sight of her ass rippling each time your hips slap against it, combined with the way she’s still eagerly eating Ningning’s pussy, is driving you closer and closer to the edge.
You pull out of Giselle with a wet sound and quickly flip her around. She ends up almost sitting on the edge of the couch, legs spread wide, facing you. You grab her hips and slam back into her pussy in one hard thrust. Giselle’s head falls back with a loud cry as you start ruining her. You fuck her with hard, frantic thrusts that make her whole body jolt. Her tits bounce in front of you as you pound into her, the wet sounds of your cock slamming into her soaked cunt filling the room. Giselle’s eyes roll back, mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans.
“Fuck! Oppa…too hard-! You’re-ahh-breaking me!”
You lose yourself completely, gripping her hips tight as you rail her without mercy. The sight of her face - still covered in your dried cum, eyes crossed in pleasure - pushes you right to the brink.
With a deep groan, you bury yourself as deep as possible and cum hard. Thick, heavy ropes of cum flood deep inside Giselle’s pussy, painting her walls white. You keep thrusting through your orgasm, grinding deep as you empty every drop into her. Giselle moans loudly. Her pussy clenches and milks you through your climax. Her own body shakes from the intensity.
You stay buried inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, as the last spurts of your load fill her completely. Giselle looks up at you with glassy, fucked-out eyes, chest heaving, a small, satisfied smile on her cum-streaked lips.
Ningning watches the two of you from the side. She lies on her back for only a few seconds after her orgasm, before jealousy takes over. She had to watch it all. The way you buried yourself deep inside Giselle and unloaded everything into her, just now. The first load she had to share. This second one, Giselle took all for herself. The unfairness burns hot in her chest. Shakily, Ningning pushes herself up. Her legs are weak, but she crawls forward on all fours toward the two of you, eyes locked on where your cock is still buried inside Giselle’s pussy. Before either you or Giselle can react or recover, Ningning forces herself between you. She reaches down, grabs the base of your cock, and pulls you out of Giselle with a wet squelching sound. A thick glob of your cum immediately leaks from Giselle’s used hole.
Ningning leans in and quickly wraps her lips around the head of your cock, sucking and licking off the mix of your cum and Giselle’s juices with greedy, desperate strokes. She cleans you thoroughly for a few seconds, while moaning around your length. Then she pushes Giselle’s thighs wider apart and buries her face between them. Her tongue immediately plunges into Giselle’s freshly fucked pussy. She licks and sucks out every drop of your cum like she’s starving for it.
Giselle’s eyes fly open in shock.
“W-wait-Ning-ahh!”
She tries to complain, but the words dissolve into a loud, broken moan as Ningning eats her out with ferocious hunger.
The younger girl is relentless. She laps and sucks noisily. Her tongue scoops your thick cum out of Giselle’s pussy and swallows it down greedily. Her hands grip Giselle’s thighs tightly, holding her open as she devours the creampie you just left inside her. Giselle’s head falls back. Her hands fly to Ningning’s hair as she writhes under the intense stimulation.
“Fuck-Ning-slow down-it’s too much-ahh!”
But Ningning doesn’t slow down. If anything, she becomes more aggressive, sucking harder, pushing her tongue deeper, desperate to taste every last drop of you from Giselle’s pussy. Wet, sticky slurping sounds fill the room as she eats her out like a woman possessed.
You watch the scene, your cock still hard and twitching, despite just cuming inside Giselle, as Ningning shamelessly devours your cum from Giselle’s freshly fucked cunt. Giselle’s moans grow louder and more desperate, her hips twitching uncontrollably against Ningning’s hungry mouth.
You sigh as you take a breather. November is almost over. You’re tired. Physically and mentally. You’ve been running on the edge for weeks. A part of you just wants to close your eyes and rest.
But then you hear the soft click of the guest room door opening.
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How were you before meeting Yujin?
You are still ranked first in your school. Your mother still plays the role of a housewife and a mother to you. Your older sister is still the same , even if it's annoying at times.
That's all there is nothing special.
At school, no one hurts you or bullies you, but neither does anyone who is friends with you. At home, Eunbi only feels like to play the role of being a perfect mother and the obsession of the perfect family. And your older sister is once again still annoying.
But after you know Yujin, your mother is close to you, even your boundaries beyond mother and son. Your relationship Karina feels like it used to be even though she is still annoying.
Yujin is your new world.
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The textbook slipped from Yujin's lap when Eunbi entered the living room with a tray of honey citron tea, her hips swaying in those impossibly tight short that had been haunting your dreams for weeks.
"Auntie!" Yujin gasped, scrambling upright so fast her knee knocked against the coffee table.
"You—you look like Eunhae's older sister!" Her fingers fluttered toward Eunbi's face before catching herself, cheeks flushing pink. "Should I... call you Unnie instead?"
Eunbi's teaspoon clattered against the porcelain cup. A slow flush crept up her neck—the same delicate pink as the peach slices floating in the tea—and for a terrifying moment you thought she might drop the tray.
"Yah," she murmured, setting the drinks down with exaggerated care. The way her fingertips lingered on Yujin's wrist sent an electric jolt down your spine. "You're something else, Yujin-ah."
Their laughter tinkled like wind chimes, Eunbi's honeyed contralto harmonizing with Yujin's brighter tones in a way that made your ribs ache.
Yujin's fingers fluttered near Eunbi's cheekbone with hesitant admiration, the afternoon light catching on the flawless skin she was gesturing toward. "Auntie," she breathed, voice lilting with genuine awe, "your face is so well cared for—what skincare do you use?"
"What are you talking about, Yujin-ah?" she managed between giggles, swatting playfully at the younger girl's hovering hand. "I don't wear any skincare!"
"Really?" The word came out breathless, her eyes widening with theatrical disbelief. "Wow, you're so beautiful, Auntie—even without skincare."
"Oh stop it," she murmured, but the way her shoulders relaxed and her lips curled betrayed her blush.
Suddenly your mother stands up.
Eunbi's fingers lingered on the doorknob for a heartbeat too long, her knuckles whitening as she glanced back over her shoulder. The afternoon sun caught the curve of her smirk just so—illuminating the knowing glint in her eyes that made your stomach flip.
"Oh, I forgot," she murmured, the words dripping honey-slow as she adjusted the strap of her handbag with deliberate nonchalance.
"I have to buy something for dinner, " Her eyelid dropped in an exaggerated wink that Yujin couldn't see from her angle,"It might take a while."
The silence stretched thick between you after Eunbi's departure, broken only by the faint ticking of the hallway clock. Yujin's fingers traced the rim of her teacup absently, her gaze drifting toward the family portrait hanging above the mantel—the one with all four of you frozen in that painfully staged moment of domestic bliss.
"That's the photo of us moving into this apartment," you said, watching her study the image.
"Back when I was in elementary school. " The timeline blurred in your memory, the dates smudged like fingerprints on glass.
"So happy," Yujin murmured, her fingers still tracing the rim of her teacup as she stared at the family portrait.
The words slipped out like a secret, barely audible over the ticking clock. You watched her throat work—that delicate swallow—before she blinked rapidly, as if resetting her expression.
The rumor floated to the surface of your mind like oil on water: Yujin was the only daughter of a shipping magnate who spent more time in boardrooms than at home, and a fashion designer mother whose collections graced Paris runways but never her daughter's birthday parties.
"Yes, we're just a simple family," you murmured, fingers tightening around your teacup as you avoided Yujin's gaze.
The porcelain felt suddenly fragile beneath your grip, like it might shatter under the weight of all the things you weren't saying.
"My mother is a good housewife." The words tasted bitter—a half-truth that clung to your tongue like spoiled milk.
You pictured how Eunbi taught you how to kiss, you sucked her nipples, even you had sex in this room.
"And my father is the responsible man in charge of our household." This at least was true, though the image of him then silence stretched too long when you reached the inevitable. "And my older sister..."
Yujin's teacup paused halfway to her lips. "What about your sister?" The question hung between you like a suspended note—too light, too casual.
You swallowed hard, the honey citron tea turning acrid on your tongue. The memory flashed behind your eyelids—Karina's palm stinging across your cheek, her tears glistening like shattered glass in the afternoon light.
"Let's not talk about my older sister," you muttered,"She's annoying.”
Yujin chuckled, her fingers tracing the rim of her teacup in slow circles. The afternoon light caught the honeyed tea inside, casting golden reflections across her knuckles.
"Is this a quarrel between siblings?" she mused, her voice lilting with amusement. "You're lucky to have a sibling while I'm an only child." Her gaze flickered to the family portrait again, lingering on Karina's frozen smile. "I think I want to meet your sister."
"Don't. Never meet her—she's so annoying," you blurted, fingers tightening around your teacup hard enough for the porcelain to creak.
Yujin just chuckled, the sound warm as the honeyed tea between her palms.
"You're cute when you pout," she murmured, reaching over to tap the frown line between your brows.
Yujin's fingers froze mid-reach toward her teacup, her gaze catching on the worn leather journal tucked beside the photo frame.
"What's this?" she murmured, curiosity brightening her voice as she plucked it from the shelf before you could react.
The world tilted.
Your pulse roared in your ears—that journal held everything.
Eunbi's whispered lessons between silk sheets, Karina's cruel tutorials punctuated by slaps and moans, the shaky handwriting confessing how you'd touched yourself afterward imagining them both.
"Don't—!" Your chair screeched across hardwood as you lunged.
Yujin's fingers tightened around the journal's leather cover as she lifted it just beyond your reach—her grin widening at your desperate lunge.
"Wow," she teased, arching back in her chair with the book held high, "I've never seen you so frantic, darling."
"Don't—don't read it! The content is... it's embarrassing!" The lie burned your tongue.
"That makes me want to read it, darling," Yujin purred, her grin widening as she danced backward toward your bed, the journal held high like a trophy.
The afternoon sunlight caught the gold flecks in her eyes, transforming them into molten honey as she teased you with a playful wiggle of her hips.
You lunged again, fingers grazing the leather binding before she twisted away with a laugh that sent heat licking up your spine. The chase sent you both stumbling over scattered textbooks—Yujin's socked foot catching on the physics notes you'd left strewn across the floor—and then suddenly you were airborne, her shriek of surprise mingling with your own gasp as you both crashed onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs.
Yujin's breath hitched beneath you—warm and honey-sweet from the citron tea—her lips parted just enough for you to see the pink tip of her tongue dart out to wet them.
The journal lay forgotten beside her head, its secrets momentarily irrelevant as the weight of your body pinned her to the mattress.
Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow bursts, each inhale pressing her softness against you in a way that made your pulse stutter.
The journal tumbled to the floor with a soft thump as you leaned in, your lips brushing against Yujin's with a tenderness that belied the storm inside you. Her breath hitched—warm and honey-sweet—before she melted into the kiss, her arms looping around your neck with a familiarity that made your chest ache. Her fingers tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to send sparks skittering down your spine as she deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that felt like home.
You could taste the citron tea on her lips—bright and tart—mingling with something distinctly Yujin, something warm and comforting like sunlight on skin.
Her body arched beneath yours, pressing closer until every curve aligned perfectly against you, as if she’d been molded to fit you from the start. The scent of her shampoo—something floral and light—filled your senses, drowning out the memories of Karina’s perfume, Eunbi’s lotion, all the other women who’d left their marks on you in ways you couldn’t wash away.
The kiss was a wildfire—your lips grappling against Yujin's with bruising intensity, tongues twisting in slick, desperate arcs. Saliva dripped down her chin when she gasped for air, only for you to chase her mouth again, teeth catching her lower lip in a way that made her moan vibrate against your tongue. Even when you broke apart—chests heaving—the heat between you burned hotter, your breaths mingling in the scant centimeters between your mouths.
Your thumb lingered on Yujin's lower lip, the pad catching slightly on the soft swell where your teeth had nipped moments ago.
"Your lips are sweet, babe," you murmured—watching the way her breath hitched at the touch, how her pupils dilated until only a thin ring of honey-brown remained.
Yujin's tongue darted out to wet the spot your thumb had just left, her lips curling into a smirk that sent heat coiling low in your belly.
"You're also better at kissing now, darling," she purred, her fingers tightening in your hair just enough to make your scalp tingle.
Her hips rolled beneath yours in a slow, deliberate grind that had your breath stuttering. "Shall we do it right here?”
Your fingers against Yujin's uniform buttons—each pearl-white fastening slipping free with a soft pop that seemed deafening in the quiet room. The fabric parted like stage curtains revealing her: skin flushed pink from collarbone to sternum, the lace edges of her bra peeking through as you pushed the shirt off her shoulders. It pooled around her elbows before she shrugged it away completely, the school insignia crumpling against the bedsheets like a discarded identity.
Yujin's breath hitched when your fingertips traced the clasp between her breasts—the metal cool against your touch as you unhooked it with practiced ease. The straps slid down her arms in slow motion, baring her chest to the golden afternoon light filtering through your curtains. Her nipples tightened instantly in the air, dusky pink peaks rising against pale skin that smelled faintly of vanilla body wash and something uniquely her.
"Beautiful," you murmured before ducking your head to swirl your tongue around one pert bud.
Yujin gasped, her back arching off the mattress as you closed your lips around the peak and sucked gently—then harder when her fingers scrabbled at your shoulders.
You flicked the tip with your tongue in quick, teasing strokes before catching it between your teeth, tugging just enough to make her whimper. Her hips jerked beneath yours, the friction of her skirt against your thighs suddenly unbearable.
Yujin's breasts fit perfectly in your palms—not overwhelmingly large like Eunbi's, nor as firm and high as Karina's, but soft as freshly whipped cream, yielding beneath your fingers with each kneading motion.
The pink buds hardened instantly under your tongue's attention, pebbling against your lips as you alternated between gentle suction and the occasional scrape of teeth—just enough to make her gasp and arch into your mouth. Her fingers tangled in your hair, not guiding, just feeling, as if she couldn't decide whether to pull you closer or push you away when the pleasure crested too sharply.
Yujin's voice curled through the space between you like smoke—husky and thick with something that made your pulse stutter.
"Darling," she murmured, fingers tightening in your hair as you dragged your tongue across her nipple in one slow, wet stripe, "I felt so good, when you eat my tits like that."
Your fingers traced the damp silk clinging to Yujin's thighs before sliding beneath the waistband, peeling her panties down with agonizing slowness.
The scent hit you first—warm and musky, nothing like the clinical cleanliness of Karina's arousal or Eunbi's heady perfume.
This was wholly Yujin, earthy and sweet like summer rain on sunbaked grass. Your thumb brushed her slick folds in a featherlight caress that made her hips jerk violently.
"Someone looks like she's already wet," you murmured, watching the flush spread from her cheeks down to her collarbones like spilled wine.
Your fingertips glided through Yujin's slick heat with a reverence that bordered on worship, tracing the swollen folds before circling her entrance with teasing pressure. The moment your index finger breached her, her whole body tensed—a sharp inhale through her nose, the dig of her nails into your shoulders—then melted into the mattress with a shuddering sigh. The warmth inside her was almost unbearable, pulsing around your finger in rhythmic contractions as you began a slow, shallow thrusting motion.
Yujin's moaned trembled through the humid air between you—half gasp, half moan—as your fingers curled deeper inside her.
"Oh darling," she breathed, her voice breaking on the last syllable when your thumb found her clit, "your fingers... you're finger... inside me."
The grammatical slip betrayed her unraveling, that razor-sharp mind dissolving into pure sensation as her hips lifted off the mattress to meet your thrusts.
You smiled against the sweat-slicked hollow of her throat before trailing kisses downward—each press of lips punctuated by the twitch of her abdominal muscles beneath your tongue. The taste of her skin changed as you descended: the saline tang at her collarbone giving way to the faint floral detergent clinging to her navel, then finally—when you hooked your fingers just right to make her cry out—the musk of her arousal as you nosed through coarse curls.
Your first lick drew a noise from Yujin that didn't resemble language—just vowels strung together by desperation, her thighs clamping around your ears as if trying to both trap you and push you away.
The flavor exploded across your tongue—brighter than Karina's acrid bitterness, cleaner than Eunbi's perfumed artifice—something irrevocably Yujin that made your cock throb painfully against the mattress. When you added a second finger alongside the first, her back arched violently enough to lift her shoulders off the bed, her hands fisting in the sheets with enough force to tear stitching.
Yujin's thighs trembled against your temples like live wires as her hips bucked in erratic circles, chasing the flick of your tongue with a desperation that sent saliva dripping down your chin. Her scent—warm honey and something indefinably her—flooded your senses each time she rocked forward, the coarse curls tickling your nose as you buried deeper. The muscles inside her pulsed around your fingers in wet, rhythmic spasms, clenching tighter with every curl of your digits against that spongy spot that made her squeak.
"F-fuck—there—" Her voice fractured into a high-pitched whine when you flattened your tongue against her clit and sucked hard, the vibration of her moans traveling straight down your spine.
Her thighs clamped around your head with enough force to blur your vision, heels digging into your back as her body bowed off the mattress in one taut, quivering line. You could taste the moment she tipped over the edge—her slick turning saltier, her walls fluttering like frantic fingers grasping at your thrusting digits—before her entire body seized with a silent scream.
"Urgh...Darling....I'm cumming...."
The orgasm ripped through her in visible waves—shoulders slamming back against the sheets, abdominal muscles contracting so sharply you could trace each ridge beneath her sweat-slicked skin. Her cunt milked your fingers with such violent suction you had to brace your free hand against her hip to keep from being dragged deeper, her inner walls rippling around you in aftershocks that drew ragged little whimpers from her bitten-red lips.
Without waiting any further your belt buckle clattered to the floor with a sharp metallic sound as you shoved your pants and boxers down in one frantic motion.
The sudden exposure to air made your cock twitch—still slick with precum—as you guided it toward Yujin’s flushed, parted lips. Her breath hitched when the head bumped against her bottom lip, her tongue darting out instinctively to catch the bead of moisture pooling at your slit.
"Like that...Yujin...ugh...your mouth is so wonderful" .
Even in her post-climax daze, Yujin’s fingers wrapped around your shaft with surprising firmness, her thumb swirling over the sensitive underside where your veins pulsed beneath her touch. She dragged her tongue along the length in one slow, wet stripe—saliva mixing with your own slick—before taking the tip back between her lips with a soft pop. The contrast of her warm mouth and the cooler air sent a shudder rippling through you, your hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Yujin's lips stretched into a smile around your cock—that familiar, mischievous grin that crinkled the corners of her eyes—as she watched your reaction through her lashes. The sight alone made your hips jerk involuntarily, the head bumping against the back of her throat with a wet click that sent sparks skittering down your spine. She hummed in approval, the vibration traveling straight to your throbbing length as she began bobbing her head in slow, deliberate strokes—each descent deeper than the last until her nose brushed the coarse curls at your base.
“Ugh… Babe… Fu…ck your mouth “.
You gasped—a ragged, punched-out sound—as her fingers tightened around the base of your shaft, her other hand cupping your balls with just enough pressure to make your toes curl.
The telltale twitch pulsed through your shaft—three quick spasms that Yujin recognized instantly from all those stolen moments in empty stairwells and library corners. Her lips tightened around you in reflexive response, tongue flattening against the sensitive underside as if to memorize the ridges swelling beneath her touch. Then, with cruel precision, she pulled off completely just as your hips jerked forward into empty air.
"Ugh... I'm almost there, why babe?" You gritted your teeth, fingers digging into the sheets as your hips twitched forward into nothing but humid air.
The abrupt denial sent a painful throb through your swollen length, veins standing stark against flushed skin.
Yujin's laughter curled through the space between you like honeyed smoke—warm and thick with mischief. She spread her labia with two fingers, glistening pink folds parting to reveal the clenching heat within.
"Because," she murmured, thumb circling her entrance where your mixed fluids already shone, "I want to feel the warmth of your seed inside me."
Her other hand pressed against her lower belly, fingers splaying over the soft plane where your cum would pool.
"Calm down—this is my safe period."
Your throat clicked as you swallowed thickly, fingers tightening around Yujin's trembling thighs.
"Alright," you managed, voice rougher than intended, "if that's what you want."
Yujin's breath hitched when your thumbs pressed into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, spreading her wider until the humid heat of her core fogged your vision. Her entrance pulsed visibly—clenching around nothing—as you angled your hips forward. The first brush of your crown against her swollen folds drew a punched-out gasp from both of you, her walls fluttering in anticipation as precum smeared across her glistening skin.
The moment your tip breached Yujin's entrance, time seemed to fracture—her warmth enveloping you in increments so minute you could count each millimeter of surrender.
Unlike that fumbling first attempt weeks ago where you'd panicked at her wince, now your hips moved with calculated precision, guided by Karina's mocking instructions and Eunbi's husky demonstrations.
Yujin's breath hitched in a way that wasn't pain but shocked pleasure as her inner walls rippled around just that first inch, the sensation so intense her toes curled against your calves.
"Damn....you're still tight, babe" .
Your fingers dug into Yujin's hips as you inched forward, the stretch visibly trembling through her thighs despite the slickness easing your way. The way her walls fluttered around just the tip—pulsing like frantic fingers trying to pull you deeper—made your breath stutter.
The first centimeter stretched her visibly—Yujin's breath hitching as her inner walls rippled around your tip like warm silk contracting. Precum mixed with her slickness created a glistening trail as you withdrew slightly, then pressed forward again with excruciating slowness. Her thighs trembled against your hips, the muscles fluttering beneath sweat-slicked skin as she adjusted to your girth millimeter by torturous millimeter.
The moment your cock sank completely into Yujin's tight heat, time seemed to fracture—her warmth enveloping you in a way that erased every other woman's touch. Her inner walls fluttered around your shaft with arrhythmic pulses, each contraction drawing you deeper until your hips pressed flush against her trembling thighs.
"Urgh...you're completely filled, darling," Yujin gasped, her voice fracturing into a high-pitched whine as her fingers clawed at the sheets.
Your smile stretched wide enough to make your cheeks ache as you finally bottomed out inside Yujin, the humid heat of her body swallowing you whole. The sensation was electric—every ridge and vein of your shaft mapped against her fluttering walls with impossible clarity. When you withdrew just enough to watch your slick length glisten in the afternoon light, her hips chased yours instinctively, a wordless plea tumbling from her kiss-swollen lips.
"Ah—ah—darling, please—" Yujin's voice fractured into a high-pitched whine as you snapped your hips forward again, the sharp slap of skin-on-skin echoing off the bedroom walls.
Her back arched violently off the mattress, fingers scrambling for purchase against the sweat-slicked sheets as you set a brutal pace from the start. No tentative exploration this time—just raw, hungry friction that had her toes curling against your calves with each deep thrust.
The rhythmic slap of skin against skin drowned out everything else—Yujin's gasps, the creak of the bedframe, even your own ragged breathing. It was only when you leaned down to lick the sweat from her collarbone that you don't realize the movement in your peripheral vision: the bedroom door stood slightly ajar, shadows shifting in the hallway beyond.
She was your mother—Eunbi's unmistakable silhouette framed in the doorway, one hand braced against the doorjamb while the other disappeared between her parted thighs.
"Uh—darling?" Yujin's voice sounded distant, muffled by the blood roaring in your ears. Her nails dug into your shoulders as she tried to pull you back down, her body arching to recapture the rhythm you'd broken.
But you couldn't move, couldn't breathe, you have no idea that because your mother's dress gaped open to reveal her heavy breasts swaying with each ragged exhale, her nipples pebbled beneath the sheer fabric. One hand kneaded her flesh with familiar urgency while the other worked between her legs, fingers glistening as they stroked in time with your halted thrusts.
Eunbi's fingers stilled against her slick folds as her hips jerked forward again—that unmistakable wet slap of flesh meeting flesh sending a visible tremor through her own thighs.
The rational part of her mind screamed that this was wrong, that mothers didn't press their sweating palms against doorframes while watching you fuck yujjn, didn't bite their lips bloody to stifle moans as their own fingers mimicked the rhythm of both your thrusts. But the coil tightening low in her belly drowned out reason with each pulse of heat between her legs.
She could see everything—Yujin's flushed breasts bouncing with each snap of your hips, the way you, her son's fingers dug into your girlfriend's thighs hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indents in the soft flesh. The lewd squelch of their joined bodies echoed down the hallway, mingling with the slick sounds of Eunbi's own frantic touching. Her thumb circled her clit in tight, desperate motions, the pressure just shy of painful as she imagined it was you calloused fingers instead of her own.
Each withdrawal from Yujin's slick heat made the bedframe creak—a metronome beat that Eunbi mirrored perfectly in the doorway, her fingers sliding out of herself with the same wet pop that echoed your movements.
When you drove back into Yujin's clenching warmth, Eunbi's middle finger curled upward inside herself, mimicking the angle you used to make Yujin's toes curl against the sheets. Sweat dripped down Eunbi's collarbone as her hips jerked forward against nothing, her free hand pawing at her own breast with the same desperate rhythm your hands gripped Yujin's thighs.
Eunbi's fingers froze mid-stroke, her own ragged breath loud in her ears as she watched you press Yujin deeper into the mattress.
Stop it...stop it...this is crossover the line.
her mind chanted, the words brittle as old bones—but her body betrayed her with every shallow thrust of her fingers. Her thighs trembled, slick with need, as she fought the urge to rub herself against the doorframe like some desperate animal.
"I want to come, babe," you gasped, your hips stuttering against Yujin's as her walls clenched around you in rhythmic pulses.
Sweat dripped from your brow onto her collarbone, the droplet tracing the delicate hollow of her throat before disappearing between her heaving breasts.
Yujin's fingers dug into your shoulders hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indents in your skin.
"Inside," she panted, her voice cracking on the syllable as her thighs trembled against your hips.
"Urgh...dump your semen inside me, darling, urgh..." Her command dissolved into a wordless moan as you drove deeper, the head of your cock nudging against that spongy spot that made her toes curl violently.
Your hips pistoned forward in a series of desperate, speeding thrusts—each one driving Yujin deeper into the mattress with a wet slap that echoed off the bedroom walls. Her cunt clenched around you in erratic pulses, the rhythm lost as her orgasm tore through her with violent intensity.
You felt the exact moment your control shattered—your cock twitching violently inside her as your balls tightened against your body. With a final, shuddering thrust, you buried yourself to the hilt just as the first hot spurt of cum rocketed up your shaft.
"Urgh....I'm cumming.....".
Yujin's back arched off the bed like a drawn bowstring, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as your seed flooded her womb in thick, pulsing waves. The warmth spread through her core like liquid fire—each jet of semen hitting that spongy spot deep inside until her thighs trembled uncontrollably around your hips. Her fingernails scored crimson lines across your shoulders as she clung to you, her walls milking your cock with greedy contractions that drew every last drop from you.
“Mmph…… “.
Across the room, Eunbi's breath hit audibly—her fingers stuttering between her thighs as she watched your release. Her own climax crashed over her like a rogue wave, her knees buckling as she bit down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. The scent of her arousal bloomed thick in the hallway—musky and desperate—as her hips jerked forward against nothing, her climax ripping through her with silent violence.
Eunbi's fingers trembled as she peeled them away from her slick flesh, the remnants of her shame glistening under the hallway's dim light. Her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps—each one carrying the musk of her betrayal.
She turned away before the image could sear itself deeper into her conscience, smoothing trembling hands over wrinkled fabric as if that could erase what she'd done.
Then she left both you and yujin.
"I love you," you murmured into the crown of Yujin's head, pressing a kiss to the faint citrus scent lingering in her hair. Your thumb grazed the delicate shell of her ear—still flushed pink from exertion—before tucking a stray lock behind it.
"Thank you for coming into my world."
"I love you too," she breathed, the words curling into the space between you like smoke from a dying fire.
****
“I love you master…. Fuck me… Fuck your little slut”.
Yujin moaned but not with you.
She was inside the video not with you but with someone man, fuck your girlfriend, brutality and hard like mating animal.
You still remember Yujin ever said after the last intercourse with you.
It was early April. Classes were cancelled on Wednesday for a faculty development day. Scott didn't have any classes on Tuesday, and the college was only an hour away from home, so he took advantage of the manufactured weekend and went home Monday evening. When he got there, only one car was in the driveway. He went in and heard some deep bass reverberating through the house. He followed the sound until he got to his sister Leeseo's bedroom door. She was a senior in high school. She was facing her mirror and dancing. Scott had come from a direction that put him behind her. Her T-shirt barely covered her ass. At one point in the music, she leaned forward, and he could see the lower part of her buttocks. On the next beat, she moved forward again, and the top went up further. She shook her ass so hard that he couldn't tell whether she had anything covering it. Scott had never thought of his sister sexually, but he couldn't help himself from complimenting her. "Nice!" he said.
Leeseo stopped and turned around. "Would it kill you to announce yourself?" she asked.
Scott put his arms around her and hugged her. "Nice to see you, too," he said sarcastically. The music ended, and he noticed that she'd been watching a video on her laptop. It was a present from their grandparents for her eighteenth birthday.
"What's up?" she asked.
"My schedule gives me two days off in a row, so I thought I'd come home to my beautiful family." As he said this, he let his guard down. Leeseo hugged him back, and in the effort, brought her shirt up. Scott's hands were now directly on her ass. "My really beautiful family," he added with a smile. Leeseo stopped hugging him and stepped back. "So, what are you doing?"
"Mom and Dad had theatre tickets, so I'm taking the opportunity to teach myself how to twerk."
"Looks like you're a fast learner. But why?"
"I'm hoping to get Jimmy to make a move on me."
"What move? You've been dating him for two months."
Leeseo put her hands on her hips and rubbed up and down. "I mean, a move."
"An ass like yours, and he hasn't made a move? What's wrong with him?"
"Glad you noticed," Leeseo said.
Scott sat in the chair at her desk and told her, "Show me what you've learned."
Leeseo clicked on another video. She followed the woman's moves, starting by shaking her chest. Scott was well placed, since the whole thing was viewed from behind. Leeseo's boobs swayed far enough on both sides to keep Scott's interest. On the next move, she leaned her chest forward, then pushed her stomach forward and then shook her ass.
"How long have you been practicing?" Scott asked.
"Since yesterday," Leeseo answered.
"That's amazing! It only took you a day to be able to make each cheek move up without using your hands!"
"Artistry is great, but that's not really what I'm aiming for. I want a reaction!" She turned around and saw Scott rubbing his crotch. Scott immediately moved his hands away, but Leeseo said, "No, that's good. At least I know I'm doing it right."
"Don't let me stop you," he told her. Even when he had his hands on her ass, he couldn't tell if she was wearing anything besides the T-shirt.
Leeseo backed the video up a couple times until she found a good spot to resume her workout. This time, when she got to the ass-shaking, she bent over so far that Scott had his answer. "Hell, yeah!" he told her.
"You like it?" she asked. She could see him in the mirror approaching her, and she did nothing to stop him, not even when she felt his fingers between her thighs.
"Do I ever!" he said.
Leeseo locked her legs for a moment, trapping his hand. She had to make a decision. She'd always been taught that this was abuse, but it sure felt okay to her. She loosened up to see what he'd do. He didn't move back, as if he were embarrassed, or forward, as if he were eager. She took a step backward. He pulled his hand back, but he put both hands on her butt. "What does it make you want to do?" she asked.
"Right now, just this," he answered, and he caressed each cheek.
Leeseo resumed gyrating her hips, but slowly. "That's what I was hoping for," she said. "Well, part of it, anyway."
Scott took his right hand off her butt and put it under the front of her shirt. He moved it up and confirmed that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Like this?" he asked.
His hand felt so natural on her breast. "More like this," Leeseo answered, and she moved his hand a little so his palm was over her erect nipple.
"And maybe this?" Scott took his left hand off her butt and moved it to the front as well. Her left nipple tingled in anticipation, but instead, he put it over her pussy and began stroking it.
As he was moving her hand, she knew she was going to have to make a decision, but when she felt his fingertips sift through her pubic hair, there was no more question what she wanted. "Yeah, like that," she cooed. He inserted a finger and tried to finger-fuck her. She felt his jeans against her ass, and she could tell there was a bulge. "You seem a little uncomfortable," she said.
"Yeah, I am," Scott admitted. He removed his hands. Leeseo turned around, but he asked, "Did I say to stop? I haven't seen anything like this all semester."
She turned back to face the mirror and kept moving her hips. She could see him unbuckling his pants. She was concentrating on her own moves when she heard them fall to the floor. He came up behind her, and she could feel his hardness through his underwear against her butt. This time instead of playing with her tits, he stroked her pussy with his left hand and her clit with the right. "Oh, God … Oh, God," she moaned. She got up on the balls of her feet so he could get more of his erection between her legs. They ground their hips together, both knowing what they ultimately wanted, but neither willing to be the one to break the tension they were already enjoying.
Finally, the song ended. Leeseo had to step forward to choose another clip. When she moved back, Scott pointed his dick between her ass cheeks. She raised her feet again to let him through, and this time the head slipped through the opening in his underwear. She spread her thighs a little. As soon as he moved forward, she closed her thighs again. They continued bumping and grinding, enjoying just that moment, for the next couple minutes. Then the woman in the video gave Leeseo an instruction to pull her hips forward as far as she could. When she did, Scott's dick came out, but when the instruction came to grind back, his dick went all the way through her thighs. She had one more chance to change her mind. Maybe he was thinking the same thing. I'll let him decide, the thought. If he develops a conscience, we'll never speak of it again. If not, I'll have something to talk about in the anonymous forums. She bent down to where her chest was almost horizontal, and she saw his dick for the first time. Did she say, "Wow," or did she only think it? It was the thickest she'd ever seen. Brother or not, she had to find out how it felt inside her.
Scott pulled back and went forward, and buried his dick in her pussy. "Is this the reaction you were hoping for?" he asked.
"Not from you," she said, "but yes."
"Sorry," he said, and he started to pull out.
It was one thing when she wasn't sure what she wanted, but to have the choice taken away from her was unacceptable! She closed her thighs. "I didn't, but I do now!" She ground her hips left and right, and Scott thrust back and forth. Between the two of them, his cock was touching places that none of her previous dates had ever reached.
"You like twerking, huh? You like how it gets me all hard?"
"Yeah, I do!" Leeseo agreed.
"You like my cock going deep in your cunt?"
"I do! I do! Fuck me harder, Scott!"
Leeseo's moves made it difficult, but Scott was picking up the pace. "Oh, shit!" he shouted. "Who knew what a sexy sister I've got!"
"Oh, I love hearing that," Leeseo managed to gasp.
"Doesn't Jimmy tell you that?" Scott asked.
"He tells me I'm pretty and gets all poetic, but he never tells me I'm sexy."
"Then fuck him," Scott said.
"I've been trying to," Leeseo said with a laugh.
"Do you want him to come in your cunt?" Scott asked.
"I hadn't thought that far," Leeseo said. "Why do you-Oh!" She could feel his cock tensing up. She stopped moving. As soon as she felt her brother's seed flowing into her womb, her own orgasm began. "Oh, shit, yes," she moaned.
After Scott's dick fell out of Leeseo's pussy, they sat on her bed. "Are you as hot as I am?" Scott asked.
"Probably," she said, and she took her shirt off. Scott did the same.
"You know, that's not the only thing that came to mind when I was watching you."
"What else?" Leeseo asked.
"Think about it," Scott answered. "I walked in on a sexy ass moving in a sexy way. I don't know whether you like—"
Leeseo's eyes lit up. "Do it!" she ordered. Scott got up on his knees, and she pulled his underwear down that far. She turned around while he removed his last bit of clothing. Scott went slowly, but the two of them had produced plenty of natural lubricant. It only took a few thrusts to get his dick well inside her asshole. "Yeah … yeah … but do my tits like you were before."
Scott put his hands under her stomach and lifted. She rose until her chest was upright. He continued to ram his cock in and out, but he was able to rub each breast in circles, occasionally moving a palm to rub a nipple. "Oh, yeah, you've got such soft tits, Leeseo. I wanna suck them later."
"No time like the present," Leeseo said. She pushed him back. To her own surprise, she even liked how his dick felt on the way out of her ass. She turned around to face him.
Scott put his left hand behind her back. He cupped her pussy with his right, leaned down and licked her nipple. She pulled his right hand toward her, and he put two fingers inside her. He alternated breasts but kept going deeper with his fingers. She reached for his dick and began stroking it. "Oh, shit," he moaned. "I want you again."
Leeseo took his fingers out of her pussy and lay back. Scott lined his cock up and slid inside her in a single motion. He put his hands under her shoulders and kissed her. She returned his kiss, but she also wrapped her legs around his waist. "Deeper!" she commanded.
Scott could hardly have refused if he'd wanted to. He moved his hands under her buttocks and thrust harder. "Shit, I'm gonna come again!"
"Give it to me," Leeseo moaned. "I want it all! Flood your sister's cunt with your cum!"
"Here it comes!" he announced.
Leeseo put her arms around him and held him close while she felt him flooding her with his second load. When he stopped coming, she continued to hold him in place. She looked at him and asked, "You really do think I'm sexy, don't you?"
"Well, yeah," Scott answered. "I'd have to be blind not to."
Leeseo moved her hands to Scott's biceps. "You're not too bad yourself," she said with a smile.
"I don't know what to say," Scott replied. "I'm not insecure enough to immediately light up when you say that, but I'm not conceited enough to say, 'Yeah, I know.' So, uh, thanks! I try to take care of myself." There was an awkward silence for a couple minutes. Scott broke it by noting, "At one point when you were playing with my dick, I thought you were going to suck me."
"Disappointed?" Leeseo giggled.
"I came home expecting to have an ordinary dinner with my family and instead I had the best fuck of my life. How can I be disappointed? Besides, I didn't do the same for you."
"Maybe next time," Leeseo suggested.
"I could give you a hell of a graduation present in a couple months," Scott said.
"I don't wanna wait that long," Leeseo replied. "Come home some weekend. We can both tell Mom and Dad that we have dates and go off someplace."
"Yeah, I know a park that has a lot of private areas," Scott told her, and he laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"I'm probably gonna tell my friends that I've got a date at home who I know is gonna suck my dick. I just won't tell 'em who my date is." He looked at her expression. "You want me to keep silent?"
"No, just make sure you tell 'em afterward how good it was."
Warning: This story contain of heavy Incest, Bdsm, Creampie, father-daughter.
[Daughter]
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How is Leeseo doing nowadays, Seongsaenim? My young daughter is a fan of IVE, especially Leeseo? You must be proud to have a beautiful and famous child like Leeseo.
Those are the words that come out every time you go out and meet someone who knows you, your neighbors, your student's guardian, or your daughter's schoolmates. Every time you reply to them with a smile and a friendly face.
"Leeseo is alright. Oh glad to know it, I hope you support my little princess. I'm so proud of my little treasure".
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The key turned with a soft click, the sound swallowed by the thick walls of your apartment. The cheerful mask—the one you wore for neighbors, students, and the occasional starstruck fan—dissolved the moment the door closed behind you. Silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the charged quiet of a held breath. You moved past the framed photos of IVE’s debut stage, Leeseo’s bright smile frozen behind glass, and stopped at the unremarkable door at the end of the hall.
Fingers danced over the keypad—9, 3, 6, your wedding anniversary, the year you buried her mother—and the lock hissed open. The air inside was warmer, thicker, carrying the faint tang of leather and sweat.
And there she was: your little princess, your idol's daughter, your Leeseo, kneeling on the plush rug, wrists bound behind her back with silk ties, the leash pooling in loose coils around her like a serpent asleep at her feet. The blindfold was new—black satin, the kind they used in high-end photoshoots—but the gag was familiar, the polished spheres stretching her lips wide, glistening with saliva.
"Missed me, Princess ?" you murmured, toeing off your shoes.
Her head tilted toward your voice, a tiny, eager motion, but she didn’t—couldn’t—answer.
Not yet.
You crouched beside her, brushing a thumb over the flushed apple of her cheek.
"You’ve been good, haven’t you? No squirming, no trying to slip the cuffs?" A whimper, high and needy, vibrated against the gag. You grinned.
"That’s my girl."
The whip's leather coiled lazily in your palm, its weight familiar as an old friend. You let it drag across Leeseo's bare skin—slow, teasing. Her ass tensed under the touch, smooth as polished marble, the faintest tremble betraying her anticipation. You watched the goosebumps rise in its wake, the way her breath hitched when you paused just below the small of her back.
"Breathe," you reminded her, tapping the whip lightly against her thigh.
Her chest expanded in a shuddering gasp, the gag bobbing as she swallowed hard. You circled her, boots whispering against the rug, and crouched to meet her blindfolded gaze.
"Now—tell me, princess." The whip's tip traced idle patterns down her spine, "Do you know what your mistake was?”
The gag clicked loose in your palm, releasing its polished spheres with a slick pop. Leeseo's lips trembled, slick with spit, her tongue darting out to wet them instinctively.
"I don't know, Daddy," she whispered, voice hoarse from disuse, the syllables clumsy around the phantom weight of the gag.
The whip cracked against her ass before the last word fully left her mouth. Not hard, not cruel, just enough to paint a stripe of heat across her skin, to make her gasp and arch into it like a cat stretching under sunlight. Her groan curled into something sweet and broken, pleasure threaded through the sound like gold in marble. You watched the flush bloom across her cheeks, down her throat, the way her bound hands flexed against the silk restraints.
"Bad girls," you tutted, circling her again, the whip trailing along the curve of her hip, "don’t know their mistakes."
Your free hand tangled in her hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head back, baring the delicate line of her throat.
"What is your mistake, bad girls".
"I don't know daddy".
Slap.
The second strike landed just below the first, a twin stripe of fire blooming across her skin.
"Naughty girl," you murmured, watching the way her breath stuttered, the way her thighs pressed together involuntarily.
"Don't even know what she's doing wrong."
The pleasure coiled in your gut wasn't just from the sight of her reddening flesh—it was the way she leaned into it, the way her voice wavered when she whispered,
"I'm the naughty girl, Daddy. I deserve to be punished." Like she'd been waiting all day to say it. Like it was a prayer.
You let the silence stretch, the only sound was her ragged breathing and the soft creak of leather as you flexed the whip in your grip. Her skin was warm under your fingertips when you traced the rising welts, the heat radiating like embers.
"Such a pretty color on you," you mused, thumb pressing just shy of cruel into the tender flesh.
Her whimper was muffled against her own shoulder, her hips shifting restlessly. You knew that tell—she was wet already, had probably been wet since she tied herself up hours ago, following your texted instructions to the letter.
Your fingertip slid through her slick folds with the ease of a knife through warm honey, and Leeseo's hips jerked against your touch like a marionette tugged by invisible strings.
"It seems," you murmured, circling her clit with deliberate, maddening slowness, "that you're enjoying the punishment of a naughty girl."
The words dripped from your lips like syrup—thick, sweet, designed to make her squirm. And squirm she did, her bound wrists twisting against the silk, her thighs trembling as your nail scraped just shy of where she needed it most.
"Daddy's punishment is a blessing for me," she gasped, the words catching in her throat as your fingers retreated, leaving her empty, aching.
Her blindfolded face tilted up toward you, lips swollen from the gag, chin glistening with spit. The devotion in her voice was almost liturgical—the way a nun might whisper a prayer, the way a sinner might beg for absolution. You reached for the nightstand, the drawer sliding open with a whisper of wood on wood, and her breath hitched when she heard the familiar buzz of the vibrator coming to life.
Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz.
"Please, Daddy," she whimpered, her voice cracking around the edges like thin ice, "Not that toy—" Her plea dissolved into a moan as you dragged the buzzing head along her inner thigh, teasing, taunting, letting the vibrations ripple through her skin without giving her what she craved.
"I want—nngh—I want you to punish me with your cock only." The last word came out in a rush, desperate and ragged, as if she'd been holding it in all evening.
"that's not a punishment, naughty girl—but it is a punishment," you murmured, pressing the buzzing dildo against her slick folds without preamble.
The way her body arched off the rug—back bowed like a drawn bowstring, thighs clamping around your wrist—would've been comical if it weren't so devastatingly erotic. Leeseo's gasp fractured into a high, reedy whine as you worked the toy deeper, the vibrations rippling through her tight walls, turning her muscles to liquid fire. Her blindfolded face twisted in disbelief, lips parted around a soundless cry, fingers clawing at the silk binding her wrists.
"Hold on tight, naughty girl," you crooned, twisting the toy just so, relishing the way her hips jerked in protest. "If you can resist not coming..." You leaned down, your breath hot against her ear, "...Daddy will give you a reward."
The last word dripped like honey, deliberate, calculated—you knew exactly what that promise would do to her. Her thighs trembled, her toes curling against the rug as she fought the rising tide, her breath coming in ragged, uneven bursts. The vibrator hummed mercilessly inside her, its rhythm steady, relentless, a metronome counting down to her surrender.
The vibrator's buzz deepened to a throaty purr against your palm, the sudden surge in intensity wringing a strangled groan from Leeseo's throat. Her hips bucked wildly against the rug, the muscles of her stomach fluttering like trapped butterflies as her thighs squeezed around your wrist. You watched, mesmerized, as her lips parted around a soundless scream, the tendons in her neck standing stark against flushed skin.
"How does it feel, huh?" you murmured, twisting the toy just enough to make her toes curl. "You know your mistake yet?"
Leeseo shook her head frantically, her blindfold damp with sweat where it pressed against her temples. The denial was instinctive—part of the game—but you saw the way her teeth sank into her lower lip, the way her breath hitched when you dragged the vibrator back to her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
"No?" You clicked your tongue, your free hand sliding up to cradle her jaw, forcing her to face you even through the satin blindfold.
"Let me remind you then, princess."
Your thumb traced the seam of her lips, smearing spit across her chin.
"You wore that outfit—the one with the skirt so short I could see the lace of your panties when you bent over during 'Attitude' '"The vibrator pressed harder, buzzing against her swollen flesh. "Made Daddy so hard during third period I had to keep my briefcase on my lap for twenty fucking minutes."
Her moan shattered into a whimper at that, her hips jerking as if trying to escape the sensation even as she ground down against it. The contradiction was beautiful—the way her body betrayed her even as she played the stubborn brat. You leaned closer, your lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"All those fans screaming your name," you whispered, "and all I could think about was bending you over the dressing room table, hiking that skirt up, and fucking you raw until you forgot every choreography but mine.”
The sounds pouring from her throat weren't words anymore, just shattered vowels punched out between panting breaths: "Uhrg—ah!—ngh—D-Daddy—!" Spit slicked her chin where the gag had stretched her lips wide, her blindfold darkening with sweat at the temples.
You ground the vibrator deeper, feeling her thighs clamp around your wrist like a vice as she trembled.
"What's the matter, naughty girl?" you murmured, watching the way her breath hitched between each word, her chest rising and falling in frantic little gasps.
The vibrator buzzed mercilessly against her clit, the sound almost drowned out by the wet squelch of her arousal coating the toy. Leeseo's head thrashed side to side, her bound wrists twisting against the silk, the muscles in her arms taut with strain.
"I can't—" she choked out, her voice cracking under the weight of the pleasure building inside her.
Her hips jerked erratically, caught between the instinct to press closer and the overwhelming need to pull away.
"Daddy, I can't hold it—" The words dissolved into a high, reedy whine as you circled the vibrator faster, the vibrations ratcheting up another notch just to watch her unravel. Her toes curled against the rug, her entire body arching off the ground like a bowstring pulled too tight.
“I need to—cum”.
"Hold on, baby," you murmured, voice thick as honey laced with venom, your free hand sliding up to cradle her trembling jaw. The vibrator pulsed inside her, a relentless counterpoint to your words.
"If you can endure it..." You twisted the toy sharply, wrenching a gasp from her lips, "...Daddy will promise to reward you."
Her hips jerked like a marionette with its strings cut, sweat glistening along the dip of her collarbone.
"Fuck your slutty pussy so hard you'll forget your own name," you continued, thumb smearing spit across her bottom lip, "and dump my hot, thick seed straight into your greedy little womb."
Leeseo's breath hitched—a wet, ragged sound—her thighs clamping around your wrist with bruising force. You saw the exact moment the words registered, her whole body tensing like a bowstring drawn too tight.
"Ugh... Okay, Daddy," she whimpered, the syllables fracturing as you dragged the vibrator in slow circles, "I would hold it as—ah!—" Her voice shattered into a moan when you pressed down harder, the vibrations rippling through her clit like electric currents.
Leeseo's face contorted—nose scrunched, lips peeled back over clenched teeth, eyebrows knitted together like tangled threads. Every muscle in her thighs trembled with the effort of holding still, her big toes curling so tightly against the rug they left tiny divots in the fibers. The vibrator's maximum setting thrummed against her clit like a jackhammer, the sound drowned out only by the wet, obscene squelch of her arousal coating the toy. Her bound wrists strained against the silk, the knots digging crescent moons into her skin where she'd pulled too hard. A single drop of sweat slid from her temple, tracing the curve of her jaw before vanishing into the hollow of her throat.
"Now," you murmured, your free hand sliding up to cradle her trembling jaw, thumb smearing spit across her parted lips. The word was a guillotine's drop. "Good girl. You can cum."
Leeseo's climax hit her like a tidal wave—a sudden, violent rush of sensation that ripped through her with the force of a lightning strike. Her entire body arched off the rug, back bowing so sharply it looked almost painful, thighs clamping around your wrist with bruising force. The scream that tore from her throat was raw, unfiltered, a sound so primal it seemed to vibrate the very air between you.
And then—gush—her pussy spasmed around the vibrator, a hot rush of slick arousal flooding over your fingers, soaking the rug beneath her in a glistening pool. Her hips jerked erratically, her toes curling so tight they nearly cramped, her bound wrists twisting against the silk until the fabric creaked in protest.
The silk blindfold slid away like a curtain rising on a private performance—Leeseo’s pupils blown wide, her lashes clumped with tears, her lips parted around a ragged exhale. You watched her blink against the sudden light, her gaze focusing on your bare body with the reverence of a disciple before an altar. Your cock throbbed against her thigh, leaving smears of precum on her damp skin.
"Are you ready for your reward, good girl?"
Her nod was immediate, eager, her throat working around a swallow as her hips lifted in silent invitation. The first inch of your cock sank into her with obscene ease—her body so slick, so pliant, so his—and her sigh curled into a moan that vibrated through your bones.
"Urgh... Daddy... So good."
Her lips tasted like salt and strawberry gloss—the kind she wore for photoshoots—as you crushed your mouth against hers. Leeseo whimpered into the kiss, her tongue darting out to lick at your teeth before you pulled back, leaving her panting.
"Daddy—" she gasped, her voice breaking as you snapped your hips forward, burying yourself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Her back arched off the rug, her tits bouncing with the force of it, her nipples pebbled tight under your palms.
You squeezed her left breast hard enough to make her yelp, your thumb grinding circles into her nipple until it turned that pretty shade of pink you loved. Her pussy clenched around you in retaliation, a wet, vice-like grip that had your balls tightening.
"Fuck," you growled, your fingers twisting her other nipple sharply. "You take my cock so well, princess. Like you were made for it."
Leeseo's moan was a broken thing, her head thrashing side to side as you pistoned into her, the slap of skin on skin echoing off the walls. Her hands—still bound behind her—flexed uselessly, her fingers scrabbling for purchase against the rug. You leaned down, capturing her lips again, swallowing her cries as you fucked her deeper, harder, your thumbs never leaving her nipples.
The last thread of propriety snapped with the wet slap of skin against skin—not with a whimper, but with Leeseo's guttural moan vibrating against your collarbone where you'd bitten her. Somewhere in the apartment, a clock ticked. Somewhere in Seoul, IVE's music played in department stores. But here, in this room thick with sweat and sex, there was only the animal truth of her hips grinding up to meet your thrusts, her cunt dripping around your cock like she'd been designed to take it. The father who packed her school lunches was dead. The daughter who giggled through karaoke nights was ashes. What remained was this: your teeth on her throat, her nails scoring your back, the primal understanding that her body was yours to ruin.
Leeseo's thighs trembled against your hips, her calves hooking around your waist to drag you deeper. The position wrenched her bound wrists awkwardly beneath her—she'd have bruises tomorrow, marks the stylists would cluck over before layering her in lace sleeves. You didn't care. She didn't care. Her head thrashed side to side, her ponytail coming undone in dark strands that stuck to her damp cheeks.
"Daddy—Daddy—" The word wasn't a title anymore, just a sound, a plea ripped from someplace deeper than language. You pistoned into her, the obscene squelch of her arousal filling the room, her pussy fluttering around you in irregular spasms like a heartbeat gone arrhythmic.
"Daddy will cum inside you, princess," you growled, your fingers tightening in her hair as her pussy clenched around your cock like a velvet fist. The words tasted like sin on your tongue—thick and heavy, coated in the kind of forbidden desire that made your pulse hammer in your throat.
Leeseo's breath hitched, her thighs trembling where they bracketed your hips.
"I'm in—ah—a fertile period, Daddy," she gasped, the syllables fracturing as you thrust deeper, your pelvis grinding against her clit with every snap of your hips.
Her admission hung between you like a grenade with the pin pulled out—dangerous, electric, delicious.
The realization slammed into you with the force of a freight train. Your balls tightened, your cock twitching inside her as the implications unfurled in your mind like ink in water. Your daughter—your *little princess*, the idol who smiled for cameras and waved at fans—was ripe for breeding. The thought sent a jolt of white-hot arousal straight to your groin, your thrusts turning jagged, erratic.
"You want that, don't you?" you murmured, your lips dragging along the damp curve of her throat. "Want Daddy to fill you up? Pump you full of my seed until it takes?"
Your fingers dug into her hips, surely leaving bruises beneath the silk ties still binding her wrists. "Until your pretty little belly swells with my child?"
Leeseo's moan was raw, unfiltered, her head thrashing against the rug. Her cunt clenched around you in vicious pulses, as if trying to milk you dry already.
"Yes—fuck—yes, Daddy," she sobbed, her voice cracking under the weight of her desperation. "Want—ah—want your baby inside me.”
"Accept this, princess," you growled, your voice roughened by lust and something darker—something primal. "Accept Daddy's seed inside you."
Your hips stuttered, the rhythm breaking as your balls tightened against her ass. Leeseo's breath hitched—a wet, ragged sound—her thighs clamping around your waist like a vice. The first spurt hit her cervix with enough force to make her jerk, her back arching off the rug as your cum flooded her womb, hot and thick.
"*Ugh—Daddy—" Her scream fractured into a moan, her pussy clenching around your cock in rhythmic pulses, milking you dry. "So warm, so full," she whimpered, her voice trembling like a plucked string.
You stayed buried inside her, your cock twitching with aftershocks, your forehead pressed to hers. Her breath fanned across your lips—strawberry gloss and something saltier, something yours. The room smelled of sex and sweat, the air thick enough to choke on. Leeseo's thighs trembled around you, her cunt still fluttering weakly around your softening length. A drop of sweat slid from your temple onto her collarbone, tracing the delicate curve before vanishing between her breasts.
Outside, Seoul pulsed—neon lights flickering, traffic humming, the distant thump of bass from some club bleeding into the night. But here, in this room, time had stopped. Your cum pooled inside her, seeping into her fertile womb, and the thought sent a possessive thrill down your spine. You cupped her jaw, thumb smearing a tear from her cheek.
"Mine," you murmured, the word a vow.
The End.
Note : next week would be continued secret Lesson series.
Warning : The theme contain with Incest sexual, Brother-sister sex, raw sex and creampie.
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[Older Sister]
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Karina's 18th birthday celebration should be majestic and joyful, invitations have been printed for her friends, birthday cakes according to your sister's wishes, and beautiful dresses for celebrations.
However, that never happened.
Two days before the day, you fell ill and had to be hospitalized. Therefore, the birthday celebration had to be postponed or rather canceled.
And a month later after you came home, she felt different. An older sister's loving gaze was replaced with a cold one. You feel that it was your fault why Karina has changed so drastically.
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"ha...ha....ha..."
The café's espresso machine hissed like a startled cat as Ningning wiped tears from her eyes, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.
"Oh my god," she wheezed, drumming her fingers against the marble countertop, "the way you just froze in the doorway—like a deer caught in headlights holding a fucking latte."
Her giggles dissolved into snorts when you buried your face in your hands, the memory of Karina's naked thighs clamping around that neon pink dildo burning behind your eyelids.
Karina's glare from across the café booth could've vaporized glaciers. She stabbed her straw into her iced coffee hard enough to puncture the bottom of the cup.
"Shut the fuck up, Ning," she hissed, though the furious flush creeping up her neck undermined the threat.
Ningning leaned across the café table with exaggerated secrecy, her fingers forming a mock-whisper around her mouth—yet her voice carried perfectly to where Karina sat rigid with rage.
"That's why your sister's always in my apartment," she stage-whispered, eyes glittering with mischief. "'Campus assignments' my ass—all this time she's been riding that neon monstrosity like it's finals week.”
Karina's glare sharpened into something venomous, her fingers tightening around her iced coffee until the plastic cup creaked in protest.
"Like you've never used that with your girlfriend, cunt lesbian," she spat, the words dripping with enough acid to strip paint. A hush fell over their corner of the café—nearby students pausing mid-sip, eyebrows raised—before Ningning threw her head back with a laugh that rattled the sugar packets.
"Yep, Giselle loves it so much," Ningning declared, popping the 'p' with a shameless grin as she leaned back in her chair. Her combat boots thudded against the table leg, rattling the sugar caddy.
Karina's straw snapped between her teeth with an audible crack.
"Disgusting," she muttered, though the twitch at the corner of her mouth betrayed her.
Ningning's wristwatch caught the café's overhead lights as she glanced at it, her smirk widening when she tapped the face with a chipped black nail.
"Shit, I gotta bounce—Giselle's waiting," she said, sliding out of the booth with the practiced ease of someone who'd spent years dodging awkward conversations.
But before she could fully escape, she leaned down toward you, her vanilla scent flooding your space as she stage-whispered, "Your sister really likes the daddy kink—just so you know." Her breath tickled your ear, hot and conspiratorial. "Like, really."
Karina's hand slammed down on the table hard enough to make the silverware jump.
"Out. Now," she hissed through clenched teeth, her face the color of overripe strawberries. Ningning merely winked, tossing her neon-green backpack over one shoulder and sauntering toward the exit—though not before blowing an exaggerated kiss in Karina's direction. The café door swung shut behind her with a jaunty jingle of bells, leaving you alone with your seething sister.
Previously, this morning your father came home from bringing some gifts from the golf resort. Eunbi and you got it but because Karina didn't come home overnight, your father finally told you to take her to Ningning's apartment.
Karina swirled her straw in lazy circles, the ice cubes clinking like hollow laughter against the glass. The café's ambient chatter faded into white noise as she studied you over the rim of her iced Americano—her gaze sharper than the condensation dripping down the sides.
"So," she drawled, dragging out the syllable until it stretched thinner than her patience, "how is your relationship with your girlfriend?"
"We're fine," you muttered, the lie tasting stale on your tongue.
For some reason, you always lie about anything when dealing with Karina regarding certain feelings or situations, but you always tell the truth to your mother.
Karina's fingers drummed against the café table—each tap a punctuation mark in the silence stretching between you.
"Therefore," she said, dragging out the word with deliberate slowness as she leaned forward, "you should thank me."
Her smirk curled at the edges like burning paper.
"For teaching you to satisfy your girlfriend."
The ice in her glass clinked as she tilted it toward you in a mocking toast.
The memory hit like a stray slap—her bedroom's dim light painting stripes across Karina's bared thighs as she forced your head between them, the taste of her still clinging to your tongue like a brand. You blinked hard, but the café's bright lights couldn't bleach away the image: her fingernails raking your scalp, that guttural moan when you found the right rhythm, the way she'd ground against your mouth until—
The sharp snap of Karina's fingers sliced through your daydream like a blade through steam.
"Earth to dumbass," she drawled, leaning across the café table until her vanilla-scented shampoo flooded your senses.
Her smirk widened when you flinched, the remnants of the memory—her thighs trembling around your head, the taste of her—still clinging to the roof of your mouth.
"Were you imagining fucking me again? Disgusting.”
"No, I ain't." The lie slithered out slick as the condensation on Karina's glass. "I'm… I’m just thinking about Yujin.”
Karina grinned with a blessing—that slow, serpentine smile that always meant trouble.
"Is it true?" she asked, stirring her iced coffee with deliberate slowness.
"Absolutely," you lied again, fingers tightening around your own drink.
Karina's lips curled into that razor-edged smile you knew too well—the one that always preceded emotional bloodshed.
"Poor Yujin," she sighed, swirling her iced coffee with exaggerated pity. "Getting stuck with you as her boyfriend. I should send her flowers as an apology.”
"Noona, it wasn't funny," you pouted.
Karina's chuckle was sudden—a sharp, unexpected sound that made you blink. The harsh café lighting caught the genuine amusement in her eyes, softening the usual sharp edges of her smirk. For a moment, she looked like the sister who used to sneak you extra dessert when your father wasn't looking, not the venom-tongued girl who’d been needling you all afternoon.
Karina rubbed her eyes as she laughed—an uncharacteristically warm sound, like sunlight breaking through storm clouds—before looking at you with an expression you hadn't seen in years.
"Thank goodness," she murmured, stirring her iced coffee absently, "my little brother finally changed."
The straw made slow circles in the melting ice, the clinking sound strangely soothing.
"What do you mean changed?" The words slipped out before you could stop them, sharp as the café's espresso grinder.
Karina sipped her iced Americano with deliberate slowness, the condensation dripping onto her fingers like melted time. The café's hum of chatter and clinking cups faded into white noise as she studied you over the rim of her glass—her gaze sharper than the ice cubes clinking inside.
"You know," she began, dragging out the words like pulling stitches from a wound, "you used to be a loner. Always harboring problems. And you felt... distant."
Her nail tapped the glass with a hollow tink. "Like you were standing behind fogged-up glass, screaming at us without sound.”
You looked at Karina sadly, tracing the sharp angles of her face—the way her cheekbones caught the café’s harsh lighting like polished marble. The words simmered silently behind your teeth:
It was all because of you, Noona. You were the one who changed.
****
You regretted the decision when Karina said, "Shouldn't you repay me for the secret lesson I taught you?"
The grocery bag's plastic handles dug into your palms like blunt razors as you trudged up the fifth flight of stairs—carbs and condiments shifting ominously with each step while Karina floated ahead like some kind of sadistic angel, her designer sandals barely touching the concrete.
The plastic handles of the grocery bag sliced deeper into your palms with each step—a dull, persistent pain that somehow sharpened when Karina paused on the landing above. She didn't turn, just tilted her head slightly so her voice would drip down the stairwell like honey laced with cyanide. "Hurry up, shithead. My arms aren't getting any younger."
You bit back the retort forming on your tongue—something about her perfectly manicured hands currently holding nothing but her ridiculously expensive phone—and adjusted the bags digging into your fingers. The lettuce crunched ominously as you took the next two steps too fast.
The door clicked shut behind you with finality as Karina flicked her wrist—a queen dismissing her servant. Karina flopped onto the crushed velvet couch with the grace of a collapsing star, her sundress riding up to reveal thighs still faintly pink from earlier... activities.
"Ice lemon," she said, not even looking up from her phone where her thumbs flew across the screen.
"In the fridge. Now."
The command landed between you like a thrown gauntlet, underscored by the lazy kick of her bare foot toward the kitchen.
The refrigerator door groaned like a displeased ghost as you yanked it open, the blast of cold air doing nothing to cool the irritation prickling along your neck.
The pitcher slipped in your hands—ice cubes clattering against the glass like startled birds—when Karina hooked her thumbs under the straps of her sundress. The fabric pooled around her waist with a whisper, revealing skin still flushed from the summer heat. Her breasts swayed slightly as she arched her back, the overhead light catching the sheen of sweat between them.
"Saliva almost dripping, nerd?" she drawled, fanning herself with her discarded dress. "Isn't this the first time you've seen my assets?"
You swallowed hard, the lemonade sloshing dangerously as your grip faltered. The condensation on the glass mirrored the sweat beading along Karina's collarbones, tracing paths down to where her nipples stood taut against the stale apartment air. She smirked when your gaze lingered too long, rolling her shoulders forward to accentuate the swell.
"Don't you feel hot? Take off your clothes and drink ice lemon with Noona!?”
The shorts stayed—barely. Cotton clinging to damp skin as you sank onto the crushed velvet beside Karina, its fibers prickling against your thighs like static electricity. She smirked into her lemonade glass, condensation dripping onto her wrist as she tilted it toward you.
Karina's fingertips traced slow circles on your bare shoulder—damp with condensation from her glass, cold enough to raise goosebumps despite the summer heat pressing against the apartment windows. The ice in your own lemonade clinked as your grip tightened, knuckles whitening around the glass while her thigh pressed flush against yours. She sipped with exaggerated slowness, the hollow click of ice against her teeth louder than your shallow breathing.
The lemonade glass dripped condensation onto Karina's bare thigh as she tilted it toward you—a slow, deliberate movement that left a wet trail glistening on her skin.
"Ugh... The drink is so fresh and cool, isn't it, nerd?" she sighed, licking a stray drop from the rim with feline precision.
You gulped your iced tea too fast, the brain-freeze sharp behind your eyes as you mumbled, "Yes, Noona," while staring resolutely at the melting ice cubes instead of the way her nipples pebbled against the air-conditioned chill.
Karina's fingers traced lazy circles over the fabric of your shorts—the heat of her palm searing through the thin cotton like a brand.
"Don't be nervous like that, my sweet little brother," she cooed, her breath warm against your ear as her thumb pressed down just hard enough to make you buck against the couch cushions.
You groaned—a strangled, involuntary sound—as her nails scraped lightly along the straining outline.
"I-I think I'd better go first," you stammered, gripping the armrest until your knuckles turned white.
Karina's fingers dug into your shoulder like talons, halting your retreat with a grip that would leave crescent-shaped bruises. The crushed velvet couch groaned as she leaned in closer—her breath hot against your ear despite the ice-cold lemonade chilling your throat.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" You can tell your Noona how you took Yujin's virginity, my dear little brother."
Her nails scraped downward, tracing the ridge of your collarbone through your damp t-shirt.
"Or is it all a lie?”
"It's all true," you whispered, throat dry despite the condensation dripping down your lemonade glass.
The lie trembled on your tongue like a live wire, charged with something between shame and arousal.
Karina's laughter was a blade wrapped in silk—soft, but cutting deep.
"Prove it," she dared.
When you stayed frozen, her smirk widened.
"As I thought," she murmured, lips brushing your earlobe in a mock kiss. "You were a big liar, my little brother.”
Your palms hit Karina's bare shoulders with enough force to make her gasp—the sudden contact sending her lemonade glass tumbling to the carpet with a dull thud. Ice cubes scattered like diamonds across the floor as you shoved her back against the crushed velvet, her surprised exhale hot against your lips.
"You want proof", you murmured, the words vibrating between your mouths before crashing into her.
Karina's lips parted in surprise—a fraction too slow to bite down before your mouth crashed into hers. The taste of lemonade and mint toothpaste flooded your senses as her teeth scraped against your bottom lip, drawing a sharp metallic tang. Her shoulders tensed beneath your palms, fingers digging into the crushed velvet like she might push you away or pull you closer—you couldn't tell which until her hips arched off the couch, grinding against yours with enough force to knock the breath from your lungs.
Karina's lips twisted beneath yours in a desperate bid for dominance—her tongue curling against yours in a wet, slick battle that left your jaw aching. You countered by biting down on her lower lip hard enough to draw a muffled gasp, your fingers tightening in her hair until she arched against you, her breath hitching in surrender. When you finally broke the kiss, strands of saliva stretched between your mouths like glistening threads.
Karina's lips were still parted from her murmured "not bad either".
When you seized her mouth again—your teeth catching her lower lip in a sharp, punishing bite before sliding your tongue against hers.
Karina's nails carved crescent moons into your shoulders as the kiss deepened—her thighs clamping around your hips with enough force to bruise. The crushed velvet couch groaned beneath you, its fibers catching against bare skin like static-charged wire. Her breasts pressed flush against your chest, the heat of them searing through your thin t-shirt, nipples hardening into twin points that dragged against you with every ragged breath.
Karina's breath hitched when your mouth left hers, tracing a wet path down the column of her throat—nipping at the delicate skin just above her collarbone where her pulse fluttered like a trapped bird. Her fingers twisted in your hair, tugging sharply when your tongue swirled over the sensitive dip between neck and shoulder.
"F-fuck," she gasped, arching into your touch as you trailed lower, the scent of her peach body wash mingling with something muskier beneath.
Her breasts heaved as you dragged your lips downward, pausing to flick your tongue over a pebbled nipple. Karina's back arched off the couch with a choked moan when you sealed your mouth over the peak, sucking hard enough to make her thighs clamp around your hips.
"S-so good," you murmured against her skin, the words vibrating through her as you switched sides, lavishing the same attention on her other breast.
"Delicious. Your tits are fucking perfect, Noona.”
Karina's breath hitched when your fingers breached the soaked fabric of her panties, her hips jerking involuntarily as your fingertips traced the slick heat between her thighs.
"D-do you like it? Suck Noona's tits as you want, my sweet little brother! " she murmured, voice cracking as she carded her fingers through your hair with uncharacteristic gentleness.
The contrast between her lewd words and the almost maternal way she held you close sent a shudder down your spine—her nipple stiffening against your tongue as you sucked harder in response.
The first finger slid in easily, her body clenching around you in a pulse that felt like a silent scream. Karina's thighs trembled against your ribs as you crooked your finger just so—the way she had taught you—drawing a broken moan from her throat that dissolved into something perilously close to a sob.
"F-fuck, just like that," she gasped, her hips rocking down to meet your hand with desperate urgency.
Karina's thighs clamped around your wrist like a vise when you added a second finger, her hips bucking violently against your hand. The wet squelch of her arousal filled the stale apartment air as you curled your fingers deeper—scissoring them in that cruel, twisting motion she'd once demonstrated on your tongue. Her back arched off the crushed velvet couch, muscles straining like drawn bowstrings as a strangled scream tore from her throat.
"F-fuck—right there—" Karina's nails raked bloody trails down your shoulders when you pistoned your fingers faster, the heel of your palm grinding against her clit with each punishing thrust.
Her body convulsed around your fingers like a live wire, muscles fluttering in erratic spasms as her climax tore through her. You watched, mesmerized, as her abdomen contracted violently—a visible ripple beneath sweat-slicked skin—before her cunt pulsed around your fingers with enough force to send twin jets of fluid splattering across your wrist and the ruined couch cushions.
Your fingers slid free with a wet pop, strands of Karina’s arousal clinging to your skin like liquid silk. She shuddered violently—her thighs twitching apart as aftershocks rippled through her—before collapsing back onto the ruined couch with a ragged exhale.
Karina's eyelashes fluttered weakly against her flushed cheeks as she gazed up at you through the haze of her orgasm. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, the damp fabric of her discarded sundress still tangled around her waist.
"Do you have a condom, Noona?" you murmured, fingers trailing through the mess between her trembling thighs.
Her lips parted slightly—"For what?"—the words slurred with exhaustion before her gaze dropped to where you were peeling down your shorts.
The humid apartment air kissed your straining cock as it sprang free, already leaking onto your stomach.
"For protection," you murmured, fingers tracing the slick mess between Karina's thighs while your other hand fumbled with your straining erection.
"Won't we... do it... A sex?" The words came out clumsier than you intended, your pulse hammering in your throat as her dazed eyes tracked downward.
Karina's breath hitched when she saw it—your cock bobbing heavily against your stomach, flushed dark and already dripping. Her lips parted slightly, the remnants of her orgasm still tightening her expression.
"No," she muttered, voice cracking halfway through the syllable as her thighs instinctively pressed together.
"I Don't—”
"It can't be helped then?" you murmured, already reaching to pull your shorts back up when Karina's fingers snapped around your wrist like a manacle.
"We're doing it raw," she breathed, the words fanning across your collarbone as she dragged you closer. Her thighs parted with a sticky sound that sent heat licking up your spine.
"Noona is going to teach you some sex styles. How?”
You nodded, your breath hitching as you guided the swollen head of your cock toward Karina's parted lips. The first contact sent a jolt through you—her breath warm against the sensitive skin as she instinctively licked a slow stripe up the underside.
"I didn't expect my little brother to know the little steps in sex," she murmured against your shaft, her smirk palpable even as her tongue swirled around the crown.
Karina's tongue painted slow, deliberate stripes up your shaft—the heat of it searing against your oversensitive skin while her saliva dripped thick and warm down the underside. Her fingers worked in tandem, spreading the slickness until your entire length gleamed under the apartment's dim lighting, the swollen head catching on her lower lip with every upward stroke. A whimper vibrated against your skin when she finally took you into her mouth—not the usual mocking sound she made during arguments, but something raw and involuntary, muffled by the thickness stretching her lips wide.
The wet suction of her mouth was obscenely loud in the quiet apartment, punctuated by little gasps whenever your tip nudged the back of her throat. Karina's eyelashes fluttered—not from discomfort, but from the way her own arousal visibly spiked whenever you twitched against her tongue. She hollowed her cheeks with practiced precision, saliva spilling over her chin as she bobbed faster, the sloppy sounds of her efforts mingling with the creak of the couch beneath her knees.
Karina's fingers left trails of saliva as she guided you backward, her breath ragged against your chest.
“Your taste isn't bad”.
“You too Noona, your mouth is so good “.
Karina smirked.
The couch cushions groaned under her shifting weight when she rolled onto her stomach—her bare back arching in a way that made the dimples above her ass catch the afternoon light filtering through the blinds.
"This," she panted, twisting to look at you over her shoulder, "is called the prone position."
Her voice hitched as she reached behind to spread herself, revealing glistening pink folds that clenched reflexively at the exposure.
"You'll fuck Noona from behind like this," she murmured, pushing her hips up until her ass brushed your throbbing cock, "and the advantage—" A gasp cut her off when your tip caught at her entrance, her thighs trembling as she forced herself to relax. "—is that your cock can go deeper into Noona's pussy hole.”
Karina's smirk curled slowly as smoke as she looked back over her shoulder, her dark hair sticking to the sweat-slicked curve of her spine.
"Why?" she breathed, pushing her hips back until your cockhead caught against her dripping entrance again.
Her voice dropped to a whisper that prickled the hairs on your neck:
"Don't you like the idea of breeding your own Noona?”
"Don't be ridiculous," you hissed through clenched teeth, fingers digging into Karina's hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You can get pregnant if I—"
Karina's chuckle vibrated against your cock where it pressed against her entrance—a dark, amused sound that sent heat licking up your spine.
"Calm down, my stupid little brother," she purred, rolling her hips back just enough to make your breath hitch.
The slick drag of her against your tip was torturous.
"It's my safety period, so don't worry if you come out inside Noona." Her smirk was audible in the way she drew out the last word, twisting it into something filthy.
Your fingers twitched against Karina's hips, the sweat-slick skin sliding beneath your grip as she pressed back against you with impatient urgency. The swollen head of your cock caught at her entrance again—hotter than the afternoon sun bleeding through the blinds—and you hesitated, muscles trembling with restraint. "Are you—"
"Put your goddamn dick inside me, right now!" Karina snarled, the command cracking through the humid air like a whip.
Her shoulders tensed beneath you, the dimples above her ass deepening as she arched higher, presenting herself with obscene clarity.
"Or are you too much of a coward to fuck your own sister properly?”
"Okay," you breathed—barely a whisper—before pushing forward in one smooth thrust.
Karina gasped sharply, her fingers clawing into the crushed velvet cushions as your cock sank into her slick heat. The sensation was overwhelming—her inner walls fluttering around your shaft like a living thing, so tight and wet and impossibly warm that your hips stuttered instinctively.
"You're so tight, Noona," you gasped, hips stuttering as her walls clenched around you like a velvet vise.
The comparison struck you instantly—Eunbi had been warm and welcoming, but Karina's body gripped you with almost painful intensity, her inner muscles fluttering in erratic pulses that made your vision blur.
Karina's breath hitched into something between a sob and a laugh, her fingers tearing at the crushed velvet as she arched back against you.
"Fuck... You're so big, Eunhae-yah," she whimpered, the honorific twisting into something filthy as her thighs trembled against yours.
Karina's back arched like a drawn bowstring as your hips snapped forward—each thrust driving deeper than the last, her sweat-slick skin sliding beneath your palms as you groped her breasts from behind. The salty tang of her skin filled your mouth when you leaned down to lick a stripe up her spine, your teeth catching on the delicate knobs of her vertebrae.
"F-fuck—" she gasped into the crushed velvet, her voice muffled by the couch cushions she'd buried her face in, "You're hitting—ah!—so deep—" Her words dissolved into a broken moan as your cockhead brushed something inside her that made her thighs clamp around yours instinctively.
The couch groaned beneath your combined weight like a dying animal, its crushed velvet upholstery permanently ruined by sweat and spilled fluids. Karina's fingers clawed deeper into the fabric with each thrust, her knuckles whitening as she fought to stay upright—her once-pristine manicure now chipped and ragged.
You remembered those same hands braiding your hair when you were six, her touch gentle as she hummed along to some idol group's song. Now they trembled violently as she reached back to grip your thigh, her nails digging crescent moons into your skin while her hips rocked back to meet yours with desperate urgency.
Karina's inner muscles pulsed around your cock in rhythmic contractions, each flutter dragging a groan from your throat as you buried yourself deeper.
"So good, Noona," you gasped, hips stuttering against the sweat-slick curve of her ass.
"Keep it like that... Ugh... Ugh..." The words came out ragged, torn between pleasure and the desperate need to stay coherent—to memorize this feeling of her body yielding to yours in ways you'd never dared imagine.
Karina's laugh vibrated through where you were joined—a breathy, triumphant sound muffled by the crushed velvet she'd buried her face in.
"Mmph... Thank God you like it, my dongsae," she panted, twisting to glance over her shoulder with pupils blown wide.
A strand of saliva connected her bottom lip to the couch fabric when she smirked. "We can keep doing it if you like."
Her hips rolled back in a slow, filthy grind that made your vision white out for a second, the swollen head of your cock catching on some exquisite ridge inside her that had her toes curling against the armrest.
Your fingers dug bruises into the dip of her waist as you pulled out almost completely—just to savor the obscene glide back in, the way her body clung to you like it was memorizing your shape. Karina's breath hitched when you angled upward on the next thrust, her back arching sharply as a broken whimper escaped her throat.
"There—fuck, right there—" Her words dissolved into a choked moan when you repeated the motion, her nails shredding the velvet upholstery as her thighs trembled violently around yours.
Karina's fingernails carved half-moons into the crushed velvet as her back arched impossibly higher—her spine a taut bowstring trembling beneath sweat-slicked skin.
"Noona, I thought I would coming, ugh... Ugh... Ugh..." The confession tore from your throat in ragged bursts, hips stuttering against the swollen heat of her pussy as your cock twitched violently inside her.
Karina's hips jerked back violently against yours—a wordless demand—as her fingers clawed deeper into the ruined velvet.
"Do it inside me," she gasped, the words slurring into the cushions where her face was pressed. Her thighs trembled with the effort of holding herself upright, muscles quivering like overstrung wire.
"I want to feel my brother's hot seed inside my womb."
The vulgarity of it sent a shockwave through you, your cock twitching in response as her walls fluttered around you in wet, rhythmic pulses.
Your hips pistoned forward with one final, brutal thrust—burying yourself to the hilt as your orgasm tore through you like a live wire. The sensation was blinding—white-hot pleasure radiating from your cock as thick ropes of cum painted Karina's inner walls in pulsing bursts. Her cunt clenched around you in desperate, rhythmic spasms—milking every last drop from your twitching shaft as warmth flooded her womb with each convulsive spurt.
Karina's scream muffled into the crushed velvet cushions—her spine arching into a taut bowstring as your release triggered her own climax. You felt it ripple through her—every flutter and contraction along your length as she came undone beneath you—her thighs trembling violently where they pressed against yours. The wet heat between you grew slicker still—your mixed arousal dripping down her thighs in thick, sticky trails that clung to the ruined upholstery beneath you.
"F-fuck... So much..." Karina panted into the couch cushions—her voice raw and wrecked as aftershocks wracked her body.
Her fingers unclenched slowly from their death-grip on the velvet, shaking visibly as she reached back to press a palm against her lower belly. You could feel the subtle swell of your cum inside her as she pressed down—her breath hitching at the sensation.
"Feel it? Your little brother's seed pooling right in Noona's womb?"
The words sent a fresh jolt of heat through you—your softening cock twitching weakly inside her at the crude reminder. You could see it now—the way her abdomen curved slightly outward where your spend settled deep—proof of your transgression glistening between her thighs when you finally pulled out with a wet pop.
Your cum dripped from Karina's gaping hole in thick, pearly strands, pooling onto the ruined velvet cushion beneath her. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through you—half arousal, half panic—as you watched your release trickle down her trembling thighs.
"Are you sure—" Your voice cracked as you swallowed hard, fingers tightening on her hips, "Are you absolutely sure you're in a safe period?"
Karina's shoulders tensed beneath your touch. A beat of silence stretched too long before she twisted to look back at you—her dark eyes wide with something akin to horror.
"Oh," she whispered, lips parting slightly.
"No. I... I forgot." Her breath hitched audibly, "I'm actually in an unsafe period right now."
Your stomach dropped like a stone. The air rushed from your lungs as if you'd been punched—heart hammering against your ribs with enough force to bruise.
"You—what?" The words came out strangled, your grip on her hips turning bruising, "You said—you promised—"
Karina's face contorted—mouth twitching at the corners—before she burst into laughter. The sound was bright and mocking, bouncing off the apartment walls as she collapsed forward onto the ruined couch.
"Kidding!" she gasped between peals of laughter, wiping tears from her eyes with one shaky hand, "God, you should see your face right now—like a fucking ghost!”
The sound of Karina's laughter—real, unfiltered—hit you like a physical force. It had been years since you'd heard it like this, bright and unguarded, without the usual edge of mockery. You watched, stunned, as she collapsed onto the ruined cushions, her shoulders shaking with mirth. A strand of hair stuck to her damp forehead, her cheeks flushed pink from exertion and amusement.
For a split second, she looked like the Noona who used to sneak you ice cream when your parents weren't looking, not the venomous tease who'd tormented you for months.
You hope that such a moment will go as it will in the future but reality says otherwise.
"Stay away from Yujin, no, it's better for you to break up with her".
"What are you saying?"
"Break up with her, she is not worthy of you. She's a cheap slut."
You're angry even though Karina has been humiliated towards you all this time, but you can tolerate it but not with Yujin.
"Shut the fuck your mouth, Noona! Yujin isn't the girl you're accusing of, she's better than you who's a whore".
Slap...
Karina sheds tears and then leaves you.
Tbc
Note: For next week's upadte, I decided to write a short. With the theme of father-daughter smut story. There will be a poll for that.
Don't participate in Poll if you triggered and we'll, Hyein was adult right now so I added in poll
For Eunbi, her small family is now everything. Growing up without the affection of family and sharing a bed with others in the orphanage was normal before she met her husband and had you – Karina as her child.
When your father asked Eunbi, "Will you marry me?"
From then on your mother is committed, she will do anything to make her little family sake. Regardless, even if what will be done to you later is something taboo.
***
The wooden stair creaked under your socked foot just as your father's low growl vibrated through the downstairs hallway.
"Fuck, you're still so tight after all these years," Your father murmured against Eunbi's throat, his broad hands kneading the plush flesh spilling from her unbuttoned blouse.
Your mother's answering moan dissolved into wet, sucking sounds as their mouths locked together—her back arched against the wall, one leg hitched around your father's hip while his fingers disappeared beneath her skirt.
You froze mid-step, the fifth stair groaning under your weight. Eunbi's head snapped toward the sound, her lips swollen and glistening. For one suspended second, her gaze locked onto yours—her pupils blown wide, chest heaving where your father's thumbs still circled her nipples through the lace.
The stair groaned again beneath your shifting weight—just as Eunbi's back arched violently, her thighs clamping around your father's wrist in a vice-like spasm. Your father's head jerked up toward the sound, his fingers still buried knuckle-deep in her glistening cunt.
His pupils dilated further when he spotted you frozen mid-step, mouth falling open around a choked "Oh shit—there's Eunhae, honey!" before he yanked his fingers free with a wet pop.
Eunbi's climax hit like a derailed train—her entire body seizing mid-air as slick gushed around the sudden absence of his fingers.
"Baby—" Her voice cracked as she pressed her thighs together, a fresh trickle of arousal sliding down her inner thigh. "How long have you—?”
The words tumbled out of your mouth like marbles on tile—clattering, awkward, impossible to take back.
"Sorry, Mom and Dad. Don't worry, I've just... been out here."
You'd lost count of how many times you'd stumbled upon them like this over the years—your father pressing Eunbi against the hallway mirror while hiking up her sundress, or Eunbi straddling him on the living room couch with her blouse gaping open.
Karina always handled these encounters with theatrical disgust ("Ew, Mom, your bra's showing!"), but you? You'd perfected the art of silent retreats and strategic coughing fits.
The chopsticks slipped from your fingers with a clatter that echoed louder than gunfire in the silent dining room. Across the table, Eunbi's spoon froze mid-air—her lips parted around a spoonful of steaming doenjang-jjigae, the broth dripping slowly back into the bowl as her gaze darted between you and your father.
"Aigoo," your father grinned, reaching over to ruffle your hair with his still-damp hand—the same fingers that had been knuckle-deep in your mother's cunt thirty minutes earlier.
"My big boy's so shy about his girlfriend! What's her name? “
"Her name is Yujin, Dad," you muttered into your rice bowl, chopsticks scraping against ceramic. "She's in the same class as me."
Eunbi's spoon clinked against her bowl with deliberate precision.
"You know, honey," she purred, tilting her head so the kitchen light caught the smug curve of her lips, "our son likes Yujin so much."
Her foot brushed your shin beneath the table—slow, deliberate—as she continued.
"Look at that happy look every time her name comes up.”
Your father's chuckle vibrated through the dining table, the sound warm and throaty like whiskey poured over gravel. He leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking under his weight as his grin widened.
"Ah, our little scholar," he mused, looked empty seat beside Eunbi. "Where is Karina ?"
"You don't know, honey?" Eunbi replied.
"Karina texted me earlier. she's staying at her friend Ningning's to finish that group project. Something about... campus library resources.”
Your father's golf bag hit the marble floor with a thud that echoed through the foyer.
"Seems like it's just the two of you at home tonight," he said, shrugging into his windbreaker while Eunbi clung to his arm like a vine.
"Mr. Park insisted I stay at his villa after eighteen holes—you know how he gets about his single malt collection."
Eunbi's fingers tightened around your father's bicep, her nails leaving crescent indents in the fabric.
"Don't worry honey," she purred, stretching up to peck his stubbled cheek, "we can take care of ourselves here."
The front door clicked shut behind your father, the sound final as a coffin lid. You turned toward the stairs, but Eunbi's voice curled around you like smoke—low and thick with promise.
"Baby," she purred, leaning against the kitchen doorway with her blouse still gaping open from earlier. The overhead light caught the sweat-slick hollow of her throat as she tilted her head.
"Mama's body is a bit tired... Can you wash the dirty dishes afterwards? Then... " Her fingers trailed down the doorframe, nails scraping lightly against the wood.
"We can continue our... secret lessons."
The pause stretched like taffy between those last two words, sticky with implication.
You swallowed and nodded, your throat clicking around nothing as Eunbi swayed her hips with deliberate exaggeration on her way out. The kitchen tiles squeaked under her bare feet—each step calculated to make her skirt ride higher, the fabric clinging to the sweat-slick curve of her thighs where your father's fingers had dug in earlier.
The stairs creaked under your socked feet—each groan of the wood echoing like an accusation. Your palms were slick against the banister, fingers tightening with every step as your mind replayed every stolen moment with Eunbi: her lips guiding yours in the dim glow of her bedroom lamp, her hands shaping your fingers against her own body to demonstrate pressure and rhythm, the whispered praise when you made her gasp.
But always stopping before the final act. Always leaving you trembling on the precipice.
But tonight is different.
The doorknob burned against your palm like a brand—three seconds of hesitation before twisting it open. The hinges groaned softly, revealing Eunbi sprawled across your bedsheets like spilled honey. The sheer camisole clung to her curves like liquid silk, the plunging neckline framing the heavy swell of her breasts with every calculated breath. Moonlight spilled through the window, turning her skin to polished marble where the fabric rode up her thighs—just enough to hint at the lace-edged panties beneath.
Eunbi's lips curved into something between a smile and a challenge as she rolled onto her back, the camisole riding up to reveal the dusky red lace barely covering her hips.
"What are you waiting for?" Her voice dipped into that honeyed register that made my zipper strain. "Take off your clothes immediately, baby.”
Your fingers trembled against the hem of your shirt, the fabric suddenly feeling ten times heavier.
"I'm a bit nervous, Mom," you admitted, voice cracking like thin ice underfoot, "Usually we just learn to make out, but now we're going to do... sex."
Eunbi's sigh bloomed warm against your cheek as she placed her hands on her hips, the silk of her camisole stretching taut over the curve of her waist.
"Baby," she murmured, tilting your chin up with two fingers until your eyes met hers—dark and liquid in the lamplight.
"Do you remember what Mommy said when we started our lessons?" Her thumb brushed your lower lip, the touch lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch.
"Think of Mommy as your girlfriend, not your mother.”
You still remember the way your stomach had twisted that first afternoon—how Eunbi's fingertips had felt like brands against your jaw as she tilted your face up toward hers. The scent of her peach lip balm had overwhelmed your senses, thick and cloying as syrup, while her tongue traced the seam of your lips with calculated patience. You'd frozen like a rabbit caught in headlights, your pulse hammering so violently you swore she could hear it through your skin.
You perched on the edge of the bed like a spooked bird, the mattress dipping beneath your weight as Eunbi's fingers combed through your hair with practiced ease. The scent of her peach body lotion clung to the sheets—thick and cloying—making your throat tighten.
"Mom, the idea of a son and mother having sex..." you mumbled, "It's kinda...strange."
Eunbi's laughter curled through the bedroom like warm honey, her fingers tightening just enough in your hair to tilt your head back.
"Calm down, baby," she murmured, her free hand sliding beneath the pillow to produce a foil packet with a magician's flourish.
The condom wrapper gleamed silver in the dim light.
"This is just a lesson after all." Her thumb brushed your lower lip, smearing strawberry balm across the seam. "Mommy already bought protection for you, so don't worry.”
"Are you sure everything will be fine, Mom?" Your fingers twitched against the comforter, the fabric twisting under your grip like wet rope.
"Of course," she murmured, the words syrup-thick with reassurance.
"Trust Mommy, Baby."
The mattress dipped as she shifted closer, her camisole riding up to reveal the lace waistband of her panties digging into soft flesh.
"Mommy is doing this for the sake of your relationship with Yujin. Are you ready? "
You nodded.
Eunbi's fingers tightened in your hair, her nails scraping lightly against your scalp as her lips curved into that knowing smile—the one that made your stomach flip like a dying fish.
"Good," she purred, her thumb brushing the shell of your ear in slow circles.
"You said that when you were about to put your junior in Yujin's hole, it felt tight, right?"
Your face burned hotter than the summer pavement as you nodded, your throat clicking around nothing.
"R-right, Mom," you stammered, fingers twisting the edge of the comforter into knots,"Even mine... slipping a few times."
The admission tumbled out like loose change—too honest, too embarrassing.
Eunbi's chuckle vibrated against your ear, warm and knowing—the kind of sound that curled under your ribs like smoke from a dying campfire.
"It's natural for the first time, Baby," she murmured, her thumb brushing the damp spot already forming at the tip, "Even your father struggled at first."
Her lips curved into that slow, feline smile that always made your pulse stutter.
"But don't worry—Mommy will teach you well.”
Eunbi's thighs parted with deliberate slowness, the lace-trimmed camisole riding up to reveal the crimson silk stretched taut across her hips. Moonlight spilled through the window, glinting off the damp spot already darkening the fabric as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband.
"First lesson," she murmured, peeling the panties down just enough to expose the swollen flesh beneath without fully removing them. The scent of her—musky and thick like overripe peaches—flooded your senses as she spread her labia with two fingers, glistening under the pale glow.
"Before you enter a girl's hole, make sure hers is wet."
Your throat clicked around nothing when she tapped her clitoris with a manicured nail, the tiny bud already stiff and flushed.
"Touch her there first," she instructed, her voice dipping into that low register that made your zipper strain.
"With your hands—" Her fingers slid through her own slickness with an obscenely wet sound, circling the swollen nub in slow, practiced motions, "Or your mouth."
Her hips jerked involuntarily when her middle finger dipped lower, teasing her entrance before retreating.
“Come here baby, try it.”
Eunbi's thighs tensed the moment your fingertips brushed her slick folds—not recoiling, but pressing tighter against your knuckles as if afraid you might retreat. The scent of her hit you like a physical blow, musk and salt and something indefinably maternal that made your cock throb against the zipper of your jeans. Her folds glistened under the bedside lamp's amber glow, swollen petals parting slightly with each shallow breath she took.
"Gently," she murmured, her voice thick with restraint as your index finger traced the length of her slit.
A bead of moisture clung to your fingertip when you pulled back, stretching into a glistening thread before snapping. Eunbi's hips jerked involuntarily—her camisole riding up to reveal the frantic flutter of her stomach muscles—as you circled her clit with deliberate slowness.
"Just... just like that, baby.”
Eunbi's breath hitched in sharp little gasps as your fingers traced circles around her swollen clit, the rhythm erratic at first—hesitant strokes that made her thighs tense beneath your palms. But when you squeezed just the way Karina taught you, applying pressure with the pad of your thumb exactly where she liked it, her back arched off the bed with a wet, shuddering moan.
"Mmph... I didn't know that fingers were so good, baby," she slurred.
Your fingers stilled inside Eunbi—two knuckles deep in her molten heat—as the realization hit like a physical blow. Karina had taught you this. The way your thumb circled her clit just shy of painful, the crooked angle of your fingers that made her hips jerk. Even now, with Eunbi's thighs clamping around your wrist in rhythmic spasms, you could hear your sister's mocking voice in your skull.
Eunbi's thighs snapped shut like a sprung mousetrap the moment your tongue swiped through her dripping folds—her entire body jerking upward with a strangled gasp that dissolved into a shuddering moan.
"Babyyy..." The word stretched thin as spun sugar, her fingers scrabbling against the sheets before twisting into your hair with sudden desperation.
Eunbi's scream dissolved into a series of choked whimpers as your tongue delved deeper, the flat of it pressing against where your fingers stretched her open—hot, wet muscle sliding against slick inner walls in a way that made her thighs shake like leaves in a storm. Her hands fisted in your hair hard enough to hurt, yanking you closer until your nose pressed against the swollen nub of her clit with every lick.
"God—fuck—just like that, baby," she sobbed, her hips rolling in frantic little circles against your face, "Mommy's—ah—Mommy's hole feels so full—”
The taste bloomed across your tongue—savory musk laced with something tangy, something distinctly her—as you buried your face deeper between Eunbi's trembling thighs. The room filled with wet, rhythmic slurps, punctuated by her choked-off moans vibrating against your lips. Your mother's scent—overripe peaches and salt—clung to your nostrils as your tongue dragged through her slick folds again, lapping at the juices leaking from her flushed entrance.
Eunbi's thighs clamped around your head like a vise, her hips jerking upward with such force your nose pressed flush against her clit.
"Baby—faster!" she gasped, fingers twisting in your hair hard enough to sting.
"Mommy will cum soon—" The words dissolved into a shuddering moan as you doubled your efforts, tongue flicking her swollen bud in rapid circles while your thumb pressed punishing pressure against her entrance.
The slick sounds of your mouth working between her legs filled the room, mingling with her choked-off whimpers and the creak of bedsprings beneath her thrashing body.
Her inner walls pulsed around your tongue—tiny, rhythmic flutters like a heartbeat gone haywire—just before her entire body seized. A strangled scream ripped from her throat as her back arched off the mattress, her cunt convulsing violently around your tongue. Hot liquid flooded your mouth in pulses, bitter-salty and thicker than you expected, dripping down your chin as Eunbi's thighs trembled like plucked guitar strings.
Eunbi's chest rose and fell in shallow, erratic bursts—her camisole soaked through with sweat, clinging to the heavy curve of her breasts like second skin. Strands of hair stuck to her forehead where they'd escaped her ponytail, dark against flushed skin. The scent of sex and salt hung thick in the air, mixing with the fading peach lotion on her trembling thighs. You wiped your chin with the back of your hand, tasting her still on your lips as you leaned over her spent form.
"Are you alright, Mom?" Your voice came out hoarse, scraped raw from her taste and the force of her thighs clamping around your head.
Eunbi's eyelids fluttered open—heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide—before she exhaled through her nose and nodded.
"Let me rest for a while, baby," she murmured, her voice syrup-thick with exhaustion.
One hand lazily trailed down her stomach, fingertips brushing the damp lace still tangled around one thigh.
"Mommy's... sensitive right now.”
Eunbi's breath finally steadied into something resembling normalcy, her flushed cheeks fading from crimson to a warm pink as she stretched luxuriously across the rumpled sheets. The camisole clung to her damp skin, riding up just enough to expose the delicate lace still tangled around one thigh. She exhaled through her nose—a slow, satisfied sound—before propping herself up on her elbows to meet your gaze.
"I didn't expect you to be so good at oral jobs," she murmured, the words syrup-thick with post-coital languor. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, still swollen from earlier.
"Where did my baby learn that?"
Heat crawled up your neck like ivy as you wiped your mouth again, the taste of her still clinging to your lips. "I just... let my instincts work, Mom and you're truly good teacher for me," you mumbled, fingers twisting the edge of the comforter.
You're a bit of a liar, of course that's the teaching by Karina but you can't tell.
Eunbi's fingers trailed down your chest with deliberate slowness, nails catching lightly on the fabric of your shirt.
"But with the mouth just is not enough, Baby," she murmured, her breath warm against your collarbone as she hooked her thumbs into your waistband.
The zipper's rasp echoed through the bedroom as Eunbi peeled your pants down your hips. You shuddered when her knuckles grazed the wet spot already forming at the tip, the scent of your arousal mingling with hers in the humid air.
"Yours must be wet enough to get into your girlfriend's virgin hole," she breathed, her palm cupping you through the thin cotton before pulling the waistband down in one smooth motion.
Your cock sprang free, flushed and leaking against your stomach as Eunbi's fingers wrapped around the base with practiced ease. The first stroke drew a strangled noise from your throat—her thumb swirling over the head to spread the precum beading at the slit.
Eunbi's fingers stilled around your cock—her grip suddenly slack with disbelief as her lips parted around a soundless exhale. Moonlight caught the pearly string of precum stretching between her thumb and your tip when she pulled back slightly, her gaze flickering between your face and the flushed length in her hand.
"Wow..." The word escaped her lips like steam from a kettle, hushed and startled. Her grip tightened experimentally, fingers circling your girth with a slow, assessing squeeze that made your hips jerk involuntarily.
"Yours is huge, Baby", Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, pupils dilating further as she added, almost absently: "it's like the size of your father's."
Eunbi's tongue swirled around the condom's tip with obscene precision—a wet, warm stripe from base to crown that made your hips twitch upward involuntarily. Her saliva glistened in the lamplight as she pulled back with a soft pop, strands of spit still connecting her bottom lip to the latex stretched taut over your cock.
"Yujin should lick yours until it's dripping," she murmured, her breath fanning across your wet shaft as her thumb smeared the excess moisture down your length, "The wetter, the easier it slides into her tight little hole."
The friction of her palm moving over the lubricated latex sent sparks up your spine—the paradoxical sensation of slick heat while still feeling every ridge of her tongue's imprint through the thin barrier. You shuddered when she leaned in again, her lips pursing to spit directly onto the engorged head, the warm liquid dribbling down in rivulets.
"M-mom," you stammered, fingers digging into the sheets as her hand pumped slowly, "if I use lube from the bottle... d-does Yujin still need to— lick mine..."
Eunbi's lips popped off your cock with a wet sound that echoed obscenely through the bedroom, a thin strand of saliva still connecting her swollen mouth to the latex-covered tip.
"Good question, baby," she purred, her tongue darting out to lick the stray drop of precum beading at the slit.
Moonlight caught the glisten on her chin as she tilted her head with that infuriatingly knowing smile—the one that made your stomach flip.
"Lubricating oil is indeed a good alternative..." Her fingers trailed up your inner thigh, nails scraping lightly just to watch you shiver.
"But something more natural," she continued, rolling the condom's rim between thumb and forefinger with deliberate slowness, "like natural lubricant..." Her breath hitched when her own thighs rubbed together audibly, the damp sound underscoring her point.
"Adds the sex experience into something unforgettable."
You barely had time to nod before she swallowed you whole again—no teasing preamble, just sudden, devastating heat as her throat constricted around the head of your cock. The cry that tore from your lips sounded foreign even to your own ears—ragged and broken as Eunbi's tongue swirled beneath the sensitive ridge. Every nerve ending lit up at once when she hollowed her cheeks, the suction so intense your vision whited out for a second.
The condom peeled away from Eunbi's lips with a wet pop, the latex glistening under the lamplight as she reclined against the pillows with feline grace. Her thighs parted with deliberate slowness—the damp lace of her panties still tangled around one ankle—revealing the flushed, swollen flesh beneath. Moonlight caught the slick strands connecting her inner thighs, the scent of sex and salt thickening the air as she hooked two fingers into herself, spreading her glistening folds wider.
"Are you ready for the next lesson, Baby?" Her voice dripped like honey left in sunlight—slow, sweet, viscous enough to drown in. The mattress dipped as she scooted closer, her hips tilting upward in shameless invitation. A single bead of arousal slid down her inner thigh, tracing the same path your tongue had taken minutes earlier.
"Mommy's hole is waiting for your junior."
Your hands trembled where they hovered above her hips—close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin, but not quite touching. The condom stretched taut over your cock felt foreign, the latex smell clashing with Eunbi's musk. She noticed your hesitation instantly, her fingers wrapping around your wrist to guide you closer.
"Easy," she murmured, her thumb stroking your pulse point. "Just like we practiced with your fingers.”
"Okay, Mommy," you whispered, voice cracking like thin ice under pressure.
Eunbi's thighs trembled against your hips as you positioned yourself, the condom's tip brushing her slick folds—her heat radiating against the latex in waves that made your stomach flip.
"Don't rush it, baby," she breathed, nails digging crescents into your shoulders as her hips tilted upward,"Slowly... insert it starting from the tip of your shaft."
Her voice hitched when the blunt head caught at her entrance, her body resisting for one breathless second before yielding with a wet, sucking sound.
The moment stretched like warm honey—time itself thickening as the swollen head of your cock kissed the entrance that had once birthed you. Eunbi's breath hitched, a tiny, fractured sound that seemed to echo through your ribcage as her body resisted for one impossible second. Then with a wet, yielding pop, the first inch slipped inside, her walls fluttering around the intrusion like startled birds.
The stretch burned—slow and searing—as Eunbi's walls clenched around the intrusion, her body resisting the unfamiliar girth before yielding inch by torturous inch. A choked whimper escaped her lips when you bottomed out, hips flush against the sweat-slick curve of her thighs.
"Urgh... You fill mommy so completely," she gasped, her voice fraying at the edges as her inner muscles fluttered around your shaft. "So full... so good..."
"Inside mommy so tight," you groaned through gritted teeth, the words scraping raw against your throat.
Her heat was suffocating, the rhythmic clench of her walls threatening to undo you already. You braced your forearms on either side of her head, watching her pupils dilate further as you withdrew halfway before snapping your hips forward again—harder this time—drawing a ragged scream from her lips.
The wet slap of skin against skin filled the bedroom, each thrust driving Eunbi deeper into the mattress—her thighs quivered around your hips like plucked violin strings, her toes curling against the small of your back. Her slick walls clenched rhythmically around your shaft, the friction almost unbearable as you bottomed out again, hips flush against the sweat-slick curve of her ass. Eunbi's breath came in fractured gasps, her fingers clawing at your shoulders hard enough to leave half-moon indents in your skin.
Eunbi's moans crescendoed into something raw and primal, her fingers digging into your shoulders hard enough to leave crescent-shaped bruises.
"Fuck... fuck me baby..." she panted, her voice cracking on each syllable as her hips bucked wildly beneath you.
"Fuck your mommy so hard—so fast—" The words dissolved into a guttural cry when your next thrust slammed home, the wet slap of flesh against flesh drowning out her ragged breathing.
Eunbi's headboard slammed against the wall with each piston-like thrust—the rhythmic banging syncopated perfectly with her gasping cries. Something primal uncoiled in your gut at the sight of her like this: lipstick smeared, hair fanned across the pillow like a shattered halo, breasts bouncing obscenely with every brutal snap of your hips. Not your mother. Not at this moment. Just a wanton creature begging to be ruined.
"Harder—ah!—fuck me harder, baby!" she wailed, nails raking down your back as you pistoned into her with jackhammer precision.
The wet squelch of her cunt taking your cock filled the room, mingling with the creak of bedsprings pushed past their limit. Her thighs trembled around your waist, the lace-trimmed camisole now drenched with sweat and twisted up beneath her armpits.
Eunbi's thighs clamped around your hips like a vise, her entire body seizing as her orgasm ripped through her—back arched so sharply you feared her spine might snap. Her cunt pulsed around your cock in rhythmic spasms, each flutter milking you mercilessly through the thin latex barrier.
You barely had time to register the primal scream tearing from her throat before your own climax hit, vision whiting out as you buried yourself to the hilt one last time. Hot seed spilled into the condom in thick spurts, the sensation muted but no less overwhelming as Eunbi's walls continued their greedy contractions around you.
Panting, you collapsed onto her sweat-slick body, your forehead pressing against the damp hollow of her throat. The condom stretched taut between you—warm and heavy with your release—a tangible reminder of how close this had come to something far more forbidden. Eunbi's fingers trailed down your spine absently, her other hand reaching between your bodies to press against the swollen base of the condom. A shudder ran through her when she felt the heat of your spend through the latex, her breath hitching in a way that made your spent cock twitch weakly inside her.
Eunbi's thighs trembled around your hips like plucked guitar strings, her inner walls still fluttering weakly around your softening cock. The condom clung uncomfortably between your bodies—warm and heavy with your release—as her fingertips traced lazy circles over the small of your back.
"Did you study well this time, baby?" she murmured, the words thick with exhaustion and something dangerously close to pride.
You nodded against the damp hollow of her throat, inhaling the mingled scents of sex and her peach body lotion.
"Of course, Mom."
Eunbi's fingers tangled lazily in your hair as she exhaled through her nose—a slow, satisfied sound that vibrated against your cheek where it rested on her collarbone.
"Promise Mommy you'll do to Yujin exactly as I taught you," she murmured, her thumb brushing your earlobe in slow circles.
The condom between you made a wet sound when she shifted slightly, still wrapped around your softening length inside her.
"Okay, Mom," you mumbled into her sweat-damp skin.
You hesitated before pressing closer, lips brushing the flutter of her pulse.
"Can you... stay with me tonight? Like this?" Your voice cracked on the last word, hips shifting involuntarily to feel the way her walls still clenched around you weakly.
"Of course, baby," Eunbi murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion and something softer—something dangerously maternal despite the sweat cooling between your bodies.
Her arms tightened around you, pressing your spent cock deeper inside her as if reluctant to let go. The condom stretched uncomfortably between you, warm with your release and slick with her arousal, a grotesque parody of conception that made your stomach flip even as exhaustion tugged at your limbs.
Moonlight spilled through the half-open curtains, casting silver streaks across the tangled sheets and Eunbi's bare shoulder where the camisole strap had slipped down. You inhaled sharply when she shifted beneath you, her inner walls fluttering weakly around your softening length—a reflexive pulse that sent aftershocks dancing up your spine. Her fingers trailed through your hair with absentminded affection, nails scraping lightly against your scalp in the same rhythm she'd used to lull you to sleep as a child.
***
Today you were supposed to meet your older sister at her best friend's apartment, Ningning.
The keycard slipped from your fingers when the first moan punched through Ningning’s apartment door—high, reedy, and unmistakably Karina’s.
"Daddy... fuck me harder—" Her voice cracked into a gasp, followed by the wet slap of skin on skin. "Your cock feels—ah!—so good inside me!”
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The door slams shut behind her with a sharp bang that echoes through the dimly lit apartment like a gunshot. Jiwoo doesn’t even bother turning on the lights. She just kicks her sneakers off with an angry thud, the oversized black hoodie slipping off one shoulder as she stalks forward, chest still heaving.
“Fucking idiots,” she growls under her breath, voice low and edged with pure venom. The sweet, composed leader of Hearts2Hearts that the world sees on stage is nowhere to be found. In her place is the Jiwoo, now exhausted, furious, and radiating a dangerous, barely-contained energy that makes your pulse spike.
She spots you on the couch, exactly where you always wait for her after a long schedule. Her dark eyes lock onto yours, narrowing with intent. A slow, predatory smirk curls her lips, the kind that promises you’re about to be her personal outlet.
“Get up.”
You stand without hesitation. Before you can even open your mouth, she’s on you, shoving you back against the wall hard enough that the impact knocks the breath from your lungs. One hand fists in the front of your shirt, yanking you down to her level. The other palms you roughly through your sweats, feeling you twitch and harden instantly under her touch.
“They think I’m too busy playing with my friend to give a shit about the group?” she hisses, nails digging into your chest through the fabric. Her breath is hot against your neck. “They think I don’t have control? That I’m some careless bitch who can’t handle being leader? What kind of fucking name even is ‘Deep Green’???”
Her knee presses between your thighs, forcing your legs apart as she grinds her palm harder against your growing erection. You’re already throbbing for her, just from the fire in her eyes and the raw frustration rolling off her in waves.
“Strip. Right fucking now.”
Your hands move on autopilot, yanking your shirt over your head and shoving your sweats and boxers down in one frantic motion. They pool at your ankles before you kick them away. Jiwoo steps back just enough to watch, arms crossed under her chest, still fully dressed in that hoodie and tight leggings that hug every curve. She circles you slowly, like a predator sizing up its meal, then shoves you backward onto the couch so you land seated, legs spread wide.
She climbs onto your lap without warning, straddling you. The heat of her core hovers teasingly just above your aching cock, close enough that you can feel it but not nearly close enough to touch. Her hands brace on your shoulders, pinning you in place.
“Look at me.”
You do. Her gaze is dark, stormy, and absolutely ravenous.
“Today I’m not sweet old Jiwoo,” she says, voice low and venomous. “I’m not the girl smiling pretty for the cameras while they rip me apart online. Tonight I’m a pissed-off bitch who’s going to use this big fat cock until every last hateful comment is fucked out of my system.”
She leans in, lips brushing your ear, voice dropping into a dangerous whisper. “And you’re going to thank Mommy for every fucking second of it.”
Her fingers wrap around your cock, a tight, firm, unrelenting grip.
She strokes you once, then twice, painfully slow, thumb swirling over the leaking tip until you groan. She squeezes harder at the base, cutting off the building pleasure just enough to make you throb desperately.
“No cumming until I say so. Understand, baby?”
You nod, breath already shaky. “Yes.”
Jiwoo’s smirk is cold and beautiful, dripping with satisfaction.
“Good boy.”
She sinks down onto you in one brutal, fluid motion, taking you to the hilt in a single stroke. The wet, scorching heat of her pussy envelops you completely, so tight and dripping that your head falls back against the couch with a choked moan. She doesn’t move at first. She just sits there, fully seated, walls fluttering and clenching around every inch of you while she watches your face twist with need.
“Frustrated?” she whispers, rolling her hips in one tiny, cruel circle that makes your cock twitch violently inside her. “That’s exactly how I felt reading K-netizens’ bullshit. Scrolling through every single person calling me out of control. Calling me selfish.”
She starts riding you. Hard and fast and punishing. One hand locks around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur at the edges. The other braces on your shoulder for leverage as she fucks herself on your cock like it’s the only thing anchoring her rage. Every downward slam of her hips is angry and possessive, her slick walls gripping you mercilessly, the wet sounds of her riding you filling the room.
You can’t stop the words from spilling out. She feels too good, too tight, too wet, too perfect as she uses you.
“Jiwoo—fuck, Jiwoo—”
Her palm cracks across your cheek in a sharp, stinging slap that snaps your head to the side. The burn blooms hot across your skin, but your cock jerks hard inside her, betraying exactly how much you love it.
She grabs your jaw roughly, yanking your face back to hers. Her eyes are blazing.
“Wrong name, baby,” she snarls, grinding down deep and slow, clenching around you so viciously you see stars. “You don’t get to call me Jiwoo when I’m using you like my personal fucktoy. When I’m this fucking angry and this wet. Try again.”
You swallow hard, face throbbing, voice wrecked. “Mommy—”
“Louder.”
“Mommy,” you gasp, the word coming out broken and desperate.
She smiles. Slow, satisfied, and utterly cruel…then slams back down onto you with renewed fury.
“That’s right. Mommy’s the only thing you’re allowed to call me while I fuck every last bit of stress out of my system on this perfect cock.”
She rides you like she’s punishing every single netizen who ever doubted her, hips snapping down with bruising force. The drag of her soaked pussy is mind-melting, every slick slide pulling you deeper, her walls fluttering and squeezing in perfect rhythm. The pleasure hits you like a freight train.
Your hands fly up uncontrollably, fingers digging hard into the soft flesh of her hips as you try to pull her down even harder, chasing that devastating friction, desperate to feel her take you deeper.
But then her palm cracks across your cheek again. Sharper this time, the sting blooming hot and immediate. She doesn’t miss a beat, still bouncing on your cock like she owns it.
“Hands off, you greedy little slut,” she hisses, voice low and dangerous as she grabs both your wrists in one iron grip and pins them above your head against the couch. “You don’t get to touch Mommy unless I say so. This isn’t about you. This is about me using you to forget every single asshole online who thinks they can drag me.”
She keeps your wrists locked tight, using the leverage to ride you even harder, her nails digging into your chest with her free hand as she grinds her clit against you on every downstroke. Your cock throbs helplessly inside her, the denial of touch only making the ache worse.
Her nails rake down your chest, leaving bright red lines that sting deliciously. She leans forward, teeth sinking into the side of your neck, then your shoulder, sucking dark marks into your skin as she moans filthy commands between gasps.
You feel it building fast—dangerously fast. The tight, slick drag of her pussy, the way she clenches every time she bottoms out, the sheer fury in every roll of her hips. Your balls draw up tight, thighs trembling as you teeter right on the edge.
“Mommy—fuck, I’m so close—”
She stops dead.
Lifts herself completely off your cock in one smooth motion.
You feel the orgasm you were a single heartbeat away from crashing into a brick wall.
Your length slaps wetly and heavily against your stomach, throbbing angrily in the cool air, glistening with her juices and your own precum. That white-hot peak you were teetering on is ripped away at the last possible second, leaving your entire body screaming in protest.
A raw, broken whimper tears from your throat as the ache in your balls intensifies into something sharper and punishing, a deep, throbbing pressure that radiates up into your gut like someone’s squeezing them in a vice.
Your hips buck up violently into nothing, chasing the scorching heat that’s no longer there, desperate and pathetic. Your cock twitches and jerks wildly on its own, leaking a thick, humiliating bead of precum that slides down your shaft in a slow, torturous trail. You can feel the blood pumping in every vein, your tip flushed an angry red and swollen to the point of pain, pulsing helplessly in the open air like it’s begging, no pleading, for just one more stroke, one more second of her tight heat.
You were right there, right on the fucking edge, muscles locked and ready to explode, and now there’s nothing but this cruel, empty ache that makes your eyes sting and your abs clench hard enough to hurt. Your thighs shake uncontrollably, hips still twitching upward in tiny, useless thrusts as your body refuses to accept that the release has been stolen from you.
“Oh no, babyy,” she purrs, voice dripping with mock sympathy as she watches your cock twitch and leak all over your abs.
“Mommy didn’t say you could cum. You think you get to finish that easy after the day I’ve had?”
She reaches down and gives your aching shaft one slow, torturous stroke, thumb pressing right under the head until your eyes roll back and a broken whimper escapes you.
“Look at you. So fucking hard it hurts, huh? Poor thing. Balls all heavy and full for me. I can feel your cock pulsing against my thigh… so full and desperate.”
She sinks back down just as suddenly, taking you to the hilt again and resuming that brutal rhythm. This time she rides you even harder, grinding her clit against your pelvis with every thrust, chasing her own pleasure while keeping you right on that razor’s edge. The wet heat swallows you again, tighter than before, and the sudden return of sensation after the denial makes your head spin. You’re shaking, sweat beading on your skin, every muscle coiled painfully tight as she brings you right back to the brink—faster this time. Your cock swells impossibly harder inside her, pulsing dangerously, the pressure in your balls building to an unbearable ache.
“Mommy, please… please let me—”
She stops again. Lifts off completely. Your cock bobs helplessly in the air, flushed dark red, veins standing out like they’re about to burst, the head shiny and leaking steadily now in long, humiliating strings. The ache in your balls returns, a heavy, painful pressure that radiates up your spine. Your hips jerk and twitch on their own, desperately searching for any friction, but there’s nothing once again. Just cold air and her cruel little laugh as she strokes you lazily with two fingers, spreading your precum around the sensitive head in slow, torturous circles.
“Beg nicer,” she whispers, eyes dark with satisfaction as she watches you fall apart. She grinds her soaked pussy against your thigh instead, letting you feel how wet she is while denying you any relief.
“Tell Mommy how bad it hurts. Tell her these poor blue balls are aching for her. Tell her you’re nothing but her stressed-out little toy tonight.”
You’re babbling now, voice hoarse and broken, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of your eyes.
“Mommy, please. My balls are so full and heavy, I need to cum so bad. Please… Please use me, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything—”
She laughs softly, then sinks down again.
Third round.
She rides you mercilessly this time, thighs flexing powerfully, pussy fluttering and clenching around you in rhythmic pulses as she chases her pleasure. You’re right there with her—right on the fucking edge—when her rhythm falters for just a second. Her breathing turns ragged, her nails dig deeper into your chest, and suddenly she’s cumming hard.
Her walls clamp down around your cock like a vice, fluttering and spasming in powerful, uncontrollable waves. A sharp, broken cry rips from her throat as her entire body seizes up—back arching, thighs shaking violently around your hips, her soaked pussy gushing hot and slick all over your cock and thighs. She grinds down desperately through it, milking herself on you while her clit throbs against your pelvis, moaning right against your ear,
“That’s it… get Mommy nice and wet so you can breed me properly.”
Only when her trembling subsides does she finally lean down, lips brushing yours in a messy, possessive kiss.
Not to mention your ears absolutely perking up at what she just told you to do. Cum inside? That’s a genuine first.
“Now,” she growls against your mouth, voice hoarse and commanding as she starts riding you again—fast, deep, relentless.
“Fill Mommy up. Pump every last drop of thick hot cum into me. Breed me. Knock me up. I want this fat cock flooding my womb until it takes. Show me how much you love being Mommy’s filthy little breeding toy.”
The permission hits you like lightning.
The orgasm crashes over you with brutal force, ripping through your body in violent, endless waves. Your cock swells and pulses wildly inside her, thick ropes of cum exploding from you in powerful spurts that flood her pussy. One after another, harder and longer than you’ve ever felt before. The built-up pressure making each jet feel like it’s being wrenched from the deepest part of your aching balls.
You groan brokenly, hips stuttering up into her as she keeps riding you through it, walls fluttering and squeezing every last drop from you while she growls, “Yes—fill me, breed me, give Mommy everything. I want it dripping out of me for days.”
The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain, your vision whiting out, body shaking uncontrollably as rope after rope keeps pumping into her until you’re completely drained, twitching and oversensitive, every tiny clench of her pussy sending aftershocks through you.
Jiwoo finally collapses on top of you, sweaty and flushed and satisfied, her breath hot against your neck. She presses a surprisingly soft kiss to the bite mark she left earlier, almost tender now that the rage has drained out of her.
“Next time they piss me off… I’m coming straight home to this cock again.”
She nips your earlobe playfully, then whispers one last order, voice low and sweet.
“Until then… you’re not allowed to touch yourself. Not even once. Got it?”
You nod weakly, voice hoarse and completely wrecked.
“Yes, Mommy.”
Jiwoo hums in approval, still straddling your spent body, her pussy lazily clenching around your softening cock, keeping every drop of your cum deep inside her. But instead of climbing off, she shifts her weight and reaches down beside the couch, fishing something out of the shadows near her bag. When she straightens back up, she’s holding a thick, sleek black strap-on harness with a realistic dildo attached—long, girthy, and intimidatingly veined. You’ve never seen it before.
Her eyes gleam with fresh, dangerous hunger as she slowly traces a finger along the length of the toy, lips curling into a wicked little smirk.
“Good boy… but Mommy’s not quite finished with you yet,” she murmurs, voice dropping low and teasing. “I’ve only ever used this one on Yuha before, so…”
She lets the sentence trail off, the unfinished promise hanging heavy in the air between you as she watches your exhausted eyes widen.
Your mother had believed you last night—of course she had. Eunbi’s sleepy smile when you claimed thirst had been so trusting, her fingers brushing your cheek before padding to the kitchen in that sheer camisole.
****
Ring….. Ring…Ring…
The last lesson in your class ends.
The classroom's fluorescent lights flickered overhead as Yujin spun around in her chair, her skirt riding up just enough to reveal the soft curve of her thighs. Her smile was sunlight breaking through storm clouds—genuine, warm, and utterly oblivious to the way your fingers twitched toward the damp lace still stuffed in your pocket.
"Eunhae, thank you for your help," she said, tapping her test paper where a red-inked 70 gleamed like a trophy. "I got a score of 70 in this monthly exam.”
"No need to thank you," you murmured, tapping Yujin's test paper with the snapped half of your pencil. "You're my girlfriend after all."
The words tasted like sawdust in your mouth—too normal, too vanilla compared to the phantom scent of strawberries and salt still clinging to your skin. Yujin's responding grin was sunlight through stained glass, all warmth without any of the shadows.
Then she snatched your exam paper with a playful gasp, her eyes widening as she took in the red-inked 100 circled at the top.
"Wow" she breathed, thumb smudging the ink slightly as she traced the perfect score. Her smirk returned tenfold, sharpening her soft features into something mischievous.
"As usual, you got 100." Her knee bumped yours under the desk, the contact sending a jolt up your thigh. "Indeed, boyfriends are very geniuses.”
The bell's shrill ring barely registered over the blood pounding in your ears—that same hot rush flooding your cheeks whenever Yujin said words like boyfriend too casually in public.
Three months.
Only three months since she'd laughed at your stammered confession behind the gymnasium, her fingers lacing through yours while cherry blossoms rained down on her shoulders. You still caught upperclassmen doing double-takes when she kissed your cheek by the vending machines, their whispers hissing through the hallways:
Him? Pretty Yujin chose him?
"I'm just lucky to get a perfect mark on this test," you muttered.
Yujin's grin widened as she leaned across the aisle between desks, the scent of her strawberry shampoo cutting through the classroom's chalk dust.
"Luck is also an effort," she declared, tapping her pen against your perfect score.
The fluorescent lights caught the gleam in her eyes—something brighter than mere celebration.
"How about we celebrate by going to karaoke?" Her knee bumped yours again, lingering this time.
"Sure," you said too quickly, fingers tightening around the broken pencil halves. "I like it.”
Yujin's breath hit your lips—warm and sweet with the faint tang of strawberry candy—as she leaned closer across the desk.
The fluorescent lights caught the gleam in her eyes when she whispered, "Karaoke places are the perfect place to further explore our love and our passions."
Her knee pressed harder against yours beneath the desk, the pressure just shy of painful. You swallowed hard, throat clicking around nothing, as her fingers traced the edge of your test paper.
"Private rooms," she added with deliberate slowness, "have very soundproof walls.”
The classroom door slid open with a sharp click just as Yujin’s fingers brushed yours, her playful promise still humming in the air between you. The scent of cheap cologne hit your nose before the voice did—deep, polished, the kind of tone that belonged to someone who practiced speeches in the mirror.
"Yujin-ah," the voice said, and your girlfriend’s head snapped up so fast her hair whipped your cheek.
Kim Mingyu leaned against the doorframe like he owned it, his student council armband catching the fluorescent light. The way his gaze skipped over you—through you—as he smiled at Yujin made your pencil lead snap against the desk again.
"Emergency meeting," he said, flashing teeth too white to be natural. "Budget proposals for the festival. You’re the only one who can wrangle the accounting spreadsheets."
Yujin’s knee jerked away from yours like she’d been shocked. "Right now?" Her voice cracked on the second syllable, fingers tightening around your test paper.
"Go away, I can wait for you," you said, pressing your knee against hers beneath the desk until she exhaled sharply through her nose.
Her lips parted around an unspoken protest, but Mingyu cleared his throat pointedly by the door, his polished loafers tapping an impatient rhythm against the linoleum.
"Really. You'll have to wait me, you understand!" Yujin's whisper carried the edge of a challenge, her fingernails digging into your wrist just hard enough to leave crescent moons.
The kiss she pressed to your cheek was too quick—more apology than promise—before she slipped from her seat in a flutter of pleated skirt and strawberry-scented hair.
Mingyu's hand settled on the small of her back as they disappeared into the hallway, his fingers splaying possessively across her blazer. You counted the seconds until their footsteps faded, your tongue thick with the aftertaste of something bitter.
The classroom door clicked shut behind them with a finality that made your jaw clench. You exhaled sharply through your nose—half-amused, half-furious—at Mingyu's transparent bullshit.
Emergency meeting.
Right.
Like the prick didn't schedule those specifically when he saw Yujin getting cozy with you. His cologne lingered in the air like a bad joke, that aggressively citrusy scent he drenched himself in to cover up the stench of desperation.
You'd known about Mingyu's pathetic crush since freshman orientation—the way his eyes lingered on her during assemblies, how his laugh became unnaturally loud whenever she glanced his way.
But Yujin? She'd laughed it off last month when you brought it up, popping a grape jelly candy into your mouth with a dismissive, "Don't be silly, he's just polite.”
The Nintendo Switch's fan whirred softly in your hands, the familiar chirps of Pokémon muffled beneath the classroom's stale air. You'd meant to play for ten minutes—maybe fifteen—just until Yujin finished wrangling Mingyu's bullshit spreadsheets. But the fluorescent lights hummed like a lullaby, and your eyelids grew heavier with each victory against the Elite Four.
The sunlight streaming through the classroom windows was molten gold when you blinked awake, painting Yujin’s face in honeyed hues. She sat perched on the edge of your desk, her skirt riding up just enough to reveal the faint imprint of lace along her thighs—not the plain cotton kind she usually wore. Her smile was syrup-slow, fingers playing with the hem of your hoodie where it had ridden up during your impromptu nap.
"Sleeping beauty finally wakes up," she murmured, thumb brushing the strip of exposed skin above your waistband. The contact burned like a brand.
Your fingers dragged down your face, the lingering grit of sleep sticking to your lashes as you blinked up at Yujin. The classroom’s afternoon light haloed her silhouette, casting her edges in molten gold.
"I’m sorry I fell asleep," you muttered, voice thick with disuse. "What time is it?"
"Half past five," she said, tilting her wrist so her watch caught the sunlight.
"Aish, I'm sorry I slept for so long," you mumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as the classroom came into focus—empty except for Yujin perched on your desk like some mischievous angel.
The slanting afternoon light turned her uniform blazer amber, catching the dust motes swirling around her knees.
"Don't worry," she murmured, her voice lower than usual—like she'd stolen the classroom's golden silence and woven it into her words."The meeting took forever anyway."
Her knee bumped yours beneath the desk, but this time her leg stayed pressed against you, the heat of her skin seeping through the fabric of your uniform pants.
The heat of Yujin’s thighs pressing against your lap was molten, searing through the fabric of your uniform pants like a brand. You swallowed hard, fingers gripping the edge of the desk as her weight settled fully onto you—deliberate, unapologetic.
"It’s getting late," you muttered, voice cracking as her skirt rode up higher, revealing the lace-edged tops of her thigh-highs. "We should—we should cancel the celebration—"
Yujin’s fingers curled into the front of your hoodie, yanking you forward until your chests collided.
"No word is late, darling," she purred, lips brushing your earlobe with each syllable.
The scent of her strawberry shampoo drowned out the chalk-dust classroom air, thick and intoxicating. Her hips rolled forward in a slow, deliberate grind, the friction sending electric sparks up your spine.
"We can celebrate right here.”
Your protest died in your throat as Yujin slid off your lap with deliberate slowness, the lace trim of her thigh-highs catching the dying sunlight like spun gold.
"It's going to be dark soon," you managed to croak out, fingers digging into the desk's edge when her stockinged knee brushed against your trapped erection. "The school guard will come—"
Yujin's laugh was honey poured over crushed ice as she reached into her blazer pocket, producing a sleek portable speaker with a magician's flourish. The click of the power button echoed through the empty classroom.
"About the school guard," she murmured, thumb circling the volume dial with tantalizing slowness, "maybe he's drunk with the money I gave him."
The first pulsing beats of a sultry song track oozed from the speaker, wrapping around you both like invisible hands.
"Calm down, darling. Just enjoy the show!”
Yujin's hips rolled to the rhythm in slow, deliberate circles, her pleated skirt flaring with each exaggerated swing—just enough to tease the lace trim of her thigh-highs without fully revealing them. The portable speaker pulsed bass-heavy beats through the empty classroom, vibrating the desks where her fingers trailed as she circled you. Her blazer slipped off one shoulder, dangling precariously from her elbow as she began popping the buttons of her uniform shirt one by one with agonizing slowness.
Your pencil case clattered to the floor when she reached the fourth button, exposing a sliver of skin the exact golden hue of afternoon sunlight filtered through honey. The music swelled as she arched her back, letting the half-unbuttoned shirt gape open to reveal the delicate scalloped edge of a black lace bra—not the practical cotton one she'd worn yesterday.
"Like what you see?" she murmured, fingers skating up her own stomach to trace the lace trim.
You nodded dumbly, throat clicking around nothing as Yujin's fingers traced the scalloped edge of her bra. In the salt-lamp haze of last night's memories, Eunbi's heavy curves had spilled through your fingers like overripe fruit—all softness and weight. Karina's had been a weapon, pressed against your face with mocking dominance.
But Yujin's? Perky.
Perfect handfuls that fit your palms like they were molded for them, the lace rasping against your callouses when she arched into your touch last month behind the gymnasium.
The bassline throbbed through the classroom speakers as Yujin turned her back to you, the motion making her pleated skirt flare just enough to reveal the delicate scallop of black lace clinging to her hips. The afternoon light caught every sway of her body as she rolled her hips to the rhythm—slow, deliberate, each movement calculated to make the fabric ride higher. Your throat went dry when she bent forward slightly, bracing her hands on the desk in front of her. The skirt’s hem inched up millimeter by torturous millimeter until—there. The very edge of her panties peeked out, the lace so sheer it might as well have been smoke against her skin.
Yujin's fingers curled toward you in slow invitation, her lips parting around words that sent heat licking up your spine.
"What are you waiting for, Darling? Come here!" The command—half challenge, half plea—hung between you like a live wire. You didn't hesitate.
Your palms found the curve of her ass through the pleated fabric before your brain caught up, fingers digging into the plush flesh with possessive urgency. The startled gasp that escaped Yujin's lips dissolved into a shudder when your mouth found the delicate slope of her shoulder, teeth grazing the taut skin just hard enough to make her knees buckle. Her back arched instinctively, pressing her lace-clad hips harder against your grip as she let out a broken laugh.
"Aish—someone's eager—”
Your fingers dug deeper into the supple flesh of Yujin's ass, the pleated fabric of her skirt crumpling under your grip as you pulled her flush against your aching hardness.
"It can't be helped, honey," you murmured against the shell of her ear, your voice rougher than you intended. "It's hard for me to resist your body."
The groan that escaped her lips wasn't playful or teasing—it was raw, unfiltered pleasure that vibrated through your chest where her back pressed against you.
Your hands slid under Yujin's thighs—warm through the nylon of her thigh-highs—lifting her effortlessly onto your lap until she straddled you backward. The sudden movement made her gasp, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the desk edge as you settled her weight flush against your trapped erection.
"Darling —"
Her protest dissolved into a whimper when your fingers tracing the lace trim of her bra before sliding underneath to cup her bare breast.
The moment your palm closed around that perfect handful, Yujin's entire body arched like a bowstring drawn too tight. Her nipple pebbled instantly against your calloused palm—so much smaller than Eunbi's but somehow more intoxicating in its responsiveness. You squeezed experimentally, rolling the stiff peak between thumb and forefinger while your lips found the delicate spot behind her ear.
"You like it, honey?" The question ghosted across Yujin's earlobe, your lips brushing the delicate shell as your fingers twisted her nipple just shy of pain.
She nodded frantically, teeth sinking into her plush lower lip hard enough to leave indentations—then you crashed your mouth against hers with all the finesse of a drowning man gasping for air. The kiss was wet, sloppy, your tongue plunging between her lips before she could properly part them, tasting the strawberry balm she'd applied after lunch.
Yujin's kiss tasted like stolen strawberries and desperation—her lips parted just enough to let your tongue plunge deeper, the slick heat of her mouth inviting you to explore every corner. Saliva mingled between you, a messy tangle of wetness that dripped down her chin when she gasped for air. Her hips rolled forward in slow, deliberate circles, the lace of her panties grinding against the aching bulge in your pants with just enough friction to make your toes curl. Each movement sent electric shocks up your spine, the thin fabric doing nothing to dull the sensation of her damp heat pressing against you.
You pulled back just enough to watch her eyelids flutter open—her pupils blown wide, lips swollen from your teeth.
"Please what, honey?" Your thumb brushed her lower lip, catching the smear of strawberry balm there. "Say it clearly."
A shudder ran through her entire body when your free hand slid down to palm her through the soaked lace. Her breath hitched—sharp and sudden—as her thighs instinctively clamped around your wrist.
"Please," she gasped, her voice cracking around the syllable like thin ice. "Touch me—fuck—I'm—" Her hips jerked forward violently when your fingers traced the damp outline of her through the fabric. "I'm fucking wet.”
Your fingers slid beneath the damp lace of Yujin's panties with predatory precision, the slick heat greeting your fingertips like a whispered secret. The gasp that tore from her lips vibrated against yours—wet and fractured—as you circled her clit with agonizing slowness. Her thighs clamped around your wrist instinctively, the nylon of her thigh-highs rasping against your forearm as you pressed deeper.
"F-fuck—" Yujin's curse dissolved into a whimper when your thumb found that perfect rhythm, alternating between featherlight brushes and firm pressure that made her hips jerk.
With your left hand still tangled in her bra, you twisted her nipple between thumb and forefinger—just shy of painful—watching her mouth fall open in a silent scream. The lace stretched taut over her pert breast, the fabric growing damp where your palm pressed against it.
Every choked moan that escaped her lips tasted of strawberry chapstick and desperation, your tongue lapping at them greedily as your fingers worked her into a frenzy beneath her skirt.
The slick, rhythmic sounds beneath Yujin’s skirt grew louder with each thrust of your fingers—wet squelches that would’ve been humiliating if not for the way her back arched into every movement. Her hips rolled in desperate little circles, chasing the pressure of your fingertips as you crooked them just so inside her. The lace of her thigh-highs scratched your forearm as her legs trembled, her entire body tensing like a wire pulled too tight.
"Is it good?" you murmured against Yujin's ear, your fingers curling deeper inside her slick heat—just enough to make her thighs clamp around your wrist.
"Your—*fuck*—your fingers are so good inside me, darling," Yujin gasped, her voice fracturing around the words as her back arched like a bowstring drawn too tight.
Her bra strap slipped down her shoulder, the lace stretched taut over her pert breast where your other hand still kneaded possessively.
"You're so wet and warm here, honey," you growled against Yujin's throat, curling your fingers just enough to make her choke on a sob.
Yujin's head fell back against your shoulder with a thud, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she ground down onto your hand.
"I'm wet because you'redarling," she whined, voice cracking around the words as her hips stuttered. "Fuck—please go faster—deeper—”
Yujin's groan vibrated against your lips as she pulled away, her breath hitching in that telltale way you'd learned to recognize—the slight tremble in her lower lip, the way her fingers dug crescent moons into your shoulders.
"Like that...yes, darling," she gasped, her hips rolling in desperate circles against your hand.
"A little more—I'll—" Her words dissolved into a fractured moan as your fingers pistoned relentlessly inside her, the slick walls of her pussy clenching around you with rhythmic pulses.
Yujin's scream tore through the classroom—raw, unfiltered—as her entire body convulsed against yours. Her thighs clamped around your wrist like a vise, her fingers clawing at your shoulders hard enough to leave crescent-shaped bruises as her climax ripped through her. The wet heat around your fingers pulsed violently, her inner walls milking you with rhythmic contractions that drew another choked sob from her lips. Warmth gushed against your palm, slick and abundant, soaking through the lace of her panties and dripping down your wrist in sticky rivulets.
Yujin went limp against your chest like a marionette with its strings cut, her breaths ragged and warm against your collarbone. The afternoon sunlight gilded the sweat-slick curve of her throat as she tilted her head back with a weak smile—the kind that made her eyes crinkle at the corners even as her lashes fluttered with exhaustion.
"Are you alright?" you murmured, fingers still buried deep in her soaked lace, her thighs trembling around your wrist like aspen leaves in a storm.
She nodded limply, her hair unraveling against your shoulder where strands stuck to her damp skin in messy tendrils.
The desk creaked under Yujin's weight as you laid her back against the laminated surface, her sweat-damp uniform shirt pooling around her waist like melted gold. Her chest rose and fell in uneven hitches, the scalloped lace of her bra straining with each breath as you stroked the tangled strands of hair clinging to her forehead.
"You're so great, darling," she slurred, her voice thick with post-orgasmic bliss, lips curving into a dazed smile. "You can be satisfied with just your finger play…”
"You know," you murmured, tracing the flushed curve of Yujin's cheekbone with your clean hand, her eyelashes fluttering at the touch, "I was indeed born a genius—not just in learning," your thumb brushed her swollen lower lip, "but in satisfying women."
The lie tasted like burnt sugar on your tongue—too sweet to be real, too brittle to hold up under scrutiny. Yujin's breath hitched, her lips parting around a dazed laugh as she curled her fingers into your hoodie. Behind your ribs, your pulse thrummed a guilty rhythm:
Your mother's hands guiding yours between her thighs, Your older sister mocking praise dripping like honey as you learned the exact pressure that made her scream.
Yujin's grin widened into something positively feral as she hooked her thumbs into the damp lace of her panties, peeling them down her thighs with deliberate slowness. The afternoon sunlight caught every glistening strand between her legs, the slick evidence of her arousal glinting like spun sugar.
"Really?" she purred, spreading her knees wider until the classroom air ghosted across her exposed flesh. "Then how about you insert your stick into my hole, Mr. Genius?"
Your throat clicked around nothing, the sudden metallic tang of adrenaline sharp on your tongue. Yujin's vulgarity shouldn't have shocked you—not after months of her whispered confessions in darkened movie theaters—but hearing those crude syllables tumble from her usually sweet mouth sent heat licking down your spine. Her fingers danced along her inner thighs, smearing the glistening wetness higher until her pussy glowed pink and swollen under the golden light.
Your fingers froze against Yujin's slick heat, the pads of your digits still glistening with her arousal. The scent of her—musky and sweet like overripe peaches—filled your nostrils, but suddenly your throat felt too tight to breathe. Eunbi had taught you how to coax a woman apart with your hands, how to map the trembling terrain of pleasure with your tongue. Karina had shown you the cruel precision of teeth and whispered degradation.
But this? Your cock twitched painfully against your zipper at the thought—no one had ever taught you how to fuck properly.
Yujin's smirk curled like smoke against her lips, her legs already splayed wide across the desk in shameless invitation.
"Why, darling?" she purred, fingers trailing through the mess you'd made between her thighs. "Did Mr. Genius finally gave up?"
Your hands found the plush flesh of her thighs before your brain caught up, fingers digging into the nylon-clad muscle hard enough to leave crescent indentations.
"Who said I gave up?" you growled, shoving her skirt up around her waist in one rough motion. The lace of her thigh-highs rasped against your palms as you hauled her forward, her hips jerking off the desk when your cockhead caught against her dripping entrance.
"Just look! ”
***
Eunbi's wooden spoon scraped against the pot with rhythmic precision, the rich aroma of doenjang-jjigae curling through the kitchen steam like an accusation. The clock above the stove ticked past seven—two hours past your usual return time—and the bubbling stew mirrored the simmering unease in her gut. She wiped her palms on the apron tied snug around her waist, the fabric pulling taut across her hips with each movement.
Suddenly, unexpected weight pressed against her back—warm hands gripping her hips, fingers kneading into the soft curve of her ass through the thin apron fabric. The shock of contact made her gasp, spine stiffening against the sudden invasion of personal space.
"Well... Karina, I'm your mother," Eunbi hissed through clenched teeth, twisting to glare over her shoulder at the smirking girl now pressed flush against her.
Karina's laughter was syrup-thick with mischief as she gave Eunbi's right cheek another deliberate squeeze, her palm molding perfectly to the plush flesh. "It can't be helped, Mom, your ass is so soft it's hard to refuse."
Karina's fingers paused mid-scroll as she lounged across the couch, one leg draped carelessly over the armrest. The blue glow of her iPhone cast eerie shadows across her smirk when she finally glanced up at Eunbi's tense shoulders.
"Don't worry too much about that nerd, Mom," she drawled, popping a grape jelly candy between her teeth with an audible crunch.
"Maybe he's in an internet café playing League of Legends or..." Her smirk widened as she stretched lazily, the hem of her oversized hoodie riding up to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. "Fucking with his girlfriend."
The wooden spoon clattered against the pot's rim as Eunbi whirled around, her apron strings whipping against her thighs.
"Keep your words, young lady," she snapped, but the flush creeping up her neck betrayed more than just maternal disapproval.
"I'm home," you mumbled, voice scraping the bottom of your throat like gravel. The words landed with all the weight of a corpse hitting concrete then you go straight into your room.
The door hinges groaned like a guilty conscience when Eunbi pushed it open—just enough for the hallway light to slash across your curled form on the bed. You kept your face buried in the pillow, breathing in the stale scent of your own shampoo instead of acknowledging her presence.
"Baby," she murmured, fingers brushing your shoulder with featherlight hesitation. "You've been quiet since you got home." Her thumb traced the ridge of your collarbone through your hoodie, the touch lingering just a second too long to be purely maternal.
"Did something happen to you?”
You still quite.
"Is this about Yujin?" The question hung in the air like suspended honey—golden and thick with unspoken implications.
You nodded against the pillow, the movement barely perceptible, but she caught it.
"You can tell everything to Mom, baby," she murmured, her voice dipping into that low register that always made your stomach clench.
You told your mother.
"She came so hard she forgot her own name," you mumbled into the pillowcase, the fabric muffling your words but not the heat crawling up your neck. "Just like you taught me."
Eunbi's lips curved into that proud, feline smile that always made your pulse stutter—the one where her canines peeked out just enough to catch the light.
"Isn't that good, Baby?"
"Yes, but after that," you muttered, turning your face just enough to catch Eunbi's reflection in the dresser mirror, "everything went bad."
"How bad is it?" she repeated, the question dripping with something between maternal concern and hungry curiosity.
Your fingers twisted the edge of the pillowcase tighter, the fabric threatening to rip under your grip.
"This..." The words stuck in your throat like wet cotton.
"When I want to... You know it right, whenI was about to enter her hole with mine..." You pointed your groin.
The pulse in your temples throbbed in time with the humiliating memory—Yujin's thighs spread obscenely across the desk, her glistening pink folds swollen with need, your trembling hands fumbling with your zipper.
"I failed to do it."
Eunbi's fingers stilled in your hair—halfway between a mother's comfort and something far less innocent.
"Then how did Yujin react at that time?" she murmured, voice thick with something that wasn't quite pity.
"She said it was okay," you mumbled into the pillow, each syllable scraping raw against your tongue. "But I felt like... like a useless boyfriend.”
Eunbi's smile softened into something warm and liquid, like honey stirred into chamomile tea—not the razor-edged smirk Karina wore when she smelled blood in the water. Her fingers carded through your hair with deliberate gentleness, nails scraping lightly against your scalp in that way that always made your eyelids flutter.
"Listen, Eunhae," she murmured, her voice dipping into that velvety register that curled around your ribs like smoke, "tonight we'll continue our lessons."
Her thumb brushed the shell of your ear, the touch lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch.
"Mommy will teach you how to pop a woman's cherry properly."
You still remember it—the scent of strawberry shampoo clinging to Karina's braids as she crouched beside your six-year-old self, patiently guiding your chubby fingers through the shoelaces you couldn't quite master. Her voice had been softer then, edged with laughter instead of sarcasm.
"Like this, Eunhae-ya," she'd murmur, squeezing your hands between hers until the loops came out perfect.
The way she'd ruffle your hair afterward, her smile crinkling the corners of her eyes before she tugged you toward the playground, always checking over her shoulder to make sure you kept up.
But she changed.
***
As right now, Karina's knee pressed harder against your growing bulge, her smirk twisting into something cruel as she rocked forward—just enough to make you choke back a whimper. The salt lamp cast jagged shadows across her face, turning her sharp cheekbones into blades.
"Well?" Her voice dropped to a whisper, laced with venom and something darker.
"Are you lusting after your own sister, pervert?" The words curled around you like smoke, her breath hot against your ear as she punctuated each syllable with another roll of her hips.
With a whimper, you reasoned by saying, "It's not because of you, Noona," your voice cracking as you awkwardly tried to explain the impossible.
The words tasted sour on your tongue—half-truths wrapped in shame. Karina's weight pinned you to the bed, her thighs bracketing yours with predatory precision. The salt lamp's glow painted her smirk in sinister orange, highlighting the cruel curve of her lips as she leaned closer.
Karina's voice dripped with mock sweetness, her breath hot against your ear as her fingers dug into your thighs. "Are you hard because you heard dad fucking mom, huh?"
You turned your face away, the heat crawling up your neck as Karina's mocking words hit too close to the truth. The scent of cherry balm still clung to your lips—Eunbi's taste lingering like a brand you couldn't scrub away. Every moan from behind your parents' door had resurrected the memory of her fingers twisting in your hair, her breath hitching when your tongue circled her nipple just right.
Your throat tightened around the accusation like a noose.
"Then what were you doing behind their door?" The words came out sharper than intended, your gaze flicking to where Karina's fingers had disappeared beneath her panties earlier. "The way you were moving your hands behind your panties while peeking—"
"Masturbation," Karina cut in bluntly, her lips curling around the word like it amused her. She leaned back slightly, just enough to watch your face flush crimson.
Karina's transformation didn't happen overnight—it crept up like ivy strangling a fence post, one subtle change at a time. You noticed it first in middle school when she swapped her oversized hoodies for fitted blazers with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Then came the knee socks worn just tight enough to make the veins in her calves stand out when she crossed her legs in class.
By high school graduation, her uniform skirt had been hemmed to dangerous heights, the pleats flaring with every purposeful stride through the hallways—always slow enough to ensure every head turned.
University unleashed something wilder in her. The rumors started during her freshman orientation—whispers about the physics major who blew three seniors behind the chemistry building, the way she'd unbutton her lab coat during tutorials until professors forgot their lectures.
You'd seen the proof yourself during campus visits: the way male classmates' pens would freeze mid-lecture when Karina stretched in her seat, the hem of her crop top riding up to expose the dimples above her ass. Her laughter took on a new edge—low and throaty, the kind that made boys shift in their chairs while she pretended not to notice.
Karina ruffled her long black hair with a frustrated growl, the strands catching the dim glow of the salt lamp like spilled ink.
"Actually," she hissed, her knee pressing harder against your trapped erection, "I'm horny because—you know—I haven't had sex in a fucking week thanks to my goddamn college schedule."
Her hips rolled forward with deliberate cruelty, the damp heat of her panties searing through your sweatpants.
"And when I was this close—" she pinched her thumb and forefinger together so tightly they trembled, "—you god damn ruined it, Asshole.”
You bit back a groan as Karina's big toe hooked around yours beneath the sheets, her bare foot sliding up your calf with deliberate slowness.
"Sorry, Noona," you muttered through gritted teeth, "I didn't know you were in that... state." The words tasted like ash—half apology, half confession—as her knee nudged your trapped erection again.
Karina's silence stretched like a wire pulled taut—then snapped with a grin that sent ice down your spine. Her fingers trailed up your chest, nails scraping lightly through the fabric of your shirt.
"You have to take responsibility ," she purred, the words dripping with false sweetness.
"How?" The question slipped out before you could stop it, your voice cracking like a pubescent boy's.
Karina's knee lifted from your throbbing bulge with deliberate slowness, the heat of her bare thigh lingering against yours as she settled beside you on the bed. Her fingers drummed against your chest—a playful, mocking rhythm—before she leaned in close enough for her cherry lip balm to overwhelm your senses.
"I heard," she purred, her breath hot against your ear, "that you failed in your attempt to snatch the virginity of your girlfriend, Yujin, right?"
The last word curled upward like the tail of a satisfied cat, her manicured nail tracing nonsense patterns over your pounding heartbeat.
"Where did you hear it from?" The question slipped out before you could stop it, your voice cracking like dry twigs underfoot.
Karina's fingers trailed up your shoulder, her nails scraping lightly through the fabric of your shirt in a way that made your skin prickle.
"My stupid little brother," she murmured, her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she spoke.
The cherry scent of her lip balm flooded your senses—too sweet, too close.
"Noona might've graduated from your school, but I still have plenty of ears and eyes there." Her thumb pressed into the hollow of your throat, right where your pulse hammered like a trapped bird. "Especially in the girls' locker room.”
Your breath came in ragged bursts, hot against the pillow you'd crushed against your face. The confession hung between you like a live wire—Yujin's untouched virginity, your fumbling attempts, the shame of Karina knowing. Her fingers traced lazy circles on your chest now, the mocking rhythm slowing into something dangerously close to comfort.
"No need to be embarrassed, my dear Eunhae," Karina murmured, her lips brushing the shell of your ear with each syllable.
"Everyone's experienced it."
Her knee nudged yours beneath the tangled sheets, the heat of her bare skin searing through your sweatpants.
"If you want..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her breath hitching ever so slightly. "Noona can teach you how to have sex.”
"What! " The word tore from your throat like a startled crow's caw, too loud in the hush of Karina's salt-lit bedroom.
Karina's smirk curled like a blade in the dim glow. "Hhmph," she snorted, rolling her hips forward with deliberate slowness until the damp heat of her panties seared through the thin fabric separating you.
"Didn't you thwart my orgasm?" Her nails dug crescent moons into your shoulders as she leaned closer, cherry lips brushing your earlobe. "So it would be vice versa.”
The words died in your throat—dry, useless things that crumbled like old parchment before they could form.
First Eunbi's soft lips guiding yours, her fingers twisting in your hair as she murmured "good boy" against your mouth. Then the way she'd arched into your clumsy groping, her breath hitching when you'd finally figured out how to swirl your tongue around her nipple just right. And now, Karina's knee grinding into your erection, her smirk dripping venom as she offered the same twisted tutorial with none of your mother's false tenderness.
Karina's lips curled into something between a smirk and a sneer as she rolled off me, landing on the mattress with a bounce that made her tank top ride up even higher. "Are you in?" she asked, propping herself up on one elbow, her fingers tapping impatiently against her thigh.
You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. "I am," you managed to croak out, the words tasting like sawdust.
Her eyebrow arched, a silent challenge.
"Show me what you know about sex and pleasing women, little brother." The way she drew out 'little brother' made my stomach twist—half mocking, half something else I couldn't name.
Your hands trembled as they settled on Karina's shoulders—the same broad, delicate shoulders that had carried your six-year-old self piggyback through autumn parks when her legs were still coltish and her laughter came easy. The cherry scent of her lip balm flooded your senses as you leaned in, pressing your lips against hers with the same tentative pressure Eunbi had taught you—just enough to tease, not enough to overwhelm.
Karina stiffened beneath you, her fingers digging into your biceps hard enough to bruise before suddenly, shockingly, her mouth softened. The taste of her lip balm gave way to something deeper—the faint metallic tang of her tongue as it flicked against your lips, demanding entry. Just like Eunbi had shown you, you pulled back slightly, letting your breath ghost across her swollen lips before diving back in, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of her head.
Karina's fingers tightened in your hair—not guiding, but pulling —as she tried to take control of the kiss you'd initiated with such unexpected skill. Her lips parted not in surrender but in challenge, her tongue darting forward to clash with yours in a wet, heated battle for dominance. The cherry balm had melted away, leaving only the raw taste of her—mint toothpaste and something darker, something hungry that made your stomach clench.
You remembered Eunbi's coaching (Lead with your tongue, just like this—) and twisted your head to the side, deepening the angle as your hand slid from Karina's shoulder to her jaw. Her breath hitched when your thumb pressed into the hollow beneath her ear—exactly where your mother had taught you women were most sensitive—but Karina recovered fast.
With a muffled growl, she shoved you back against the headboard, her knee sliding between your thighs with punishing pressure.
Karina's lips curled against yours—a smirk pressed between breaths—before she pulled back just far enough to whisper, "I didn't expect my very sweet little brother to be so good at kissing."
Her breath hitched as you nipped at her lower lip, the exact way Eunbi had demonstrated last time.
"Show me something else," Karina challenged, her nails raking down your chest.
"Impress me.”
"Don't regret it, Noona!"
You hissed the words against her lips just before your hands slid beneath the loose fabric of her tank top—fingers skimming up her sweat-slicked ribs until your palms found the warm swell of her bare breasts. Karina gasped into your mouth, her back arching instinctively as your thumbs brushed over her stiffening nipples. The kiss turned messy—all teeth and tongue and wet, open-mouthed panting as you squeezed with just the right pressure your mother had taught you—firm but not rough, like testing ripe fruit at the market.
Your breath hitched as your gaze dropped lower, descending past the rapid pulse in Karina's throat to where her tank top had ridden up completely—revealing two perfect, swollen breasts that strained against the fabric. They were shaped like bells—narrow at the top where they tapered into delicate collarbones, then swelling into lush fullness below. Moonlight from the salt lamp painted their curves in liquid silver, highlighting the way her nipples peaked visibly through the damp cotton.
"Why stop?" Karina's voice was a rasp, her fingers tightening in your hair as your hesitation stretched too long.
Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, the scent of her strawberry body wash mingling with something darker, muskier beneath.
"Your breasts are so beautiful, Noona."
The words tumbled out unbidden, raw with a reverence that made Karina's smirk falter. You'd seen them a thousand times—through sheer blouses after showers, spilling from bikinis at the beach—but never like this, offered and trembling beneath your hovering hands.
Karina's blush deepened to a feverish crimson, her lips parting slightly as your compliment hung between you—too sincere, too raw for this twisted game. For a heartbeat, her mocking smirk faltered, replaced by something far more vulnerable before she steeled herself with a sharp inhale.
"Something beautiful," she murmured, voice uncharacteristically soft, "not only to look at but also to feel."
Then she arched her back sharply, thrusting her bare breasts against your waiting hands with a force that knocked the breath from your lungs.
Your fingers reacted before your mind could—palms molding to the warm weight of her, thumbs brushing stiffened nipples in the exact circular motion Eunbi had taught you. Karina gasped, her hips jerking forward as your touch sent visible tremors through her body. The salt lamp's glow turned her sweat-slicked skin to liquid amber, catching every shudder as you squeezed experimentally, testing the plush resistance of flesh just as your mother had demonstrated.
"Noona, your breasts are so smooth and soft in my hands," you murmured against her collarbone, your fingers tracing the perfect swell of flesh before twisting one stiff pink nipple between thumb and forefinger—just like Eunbi had shown you, that firm but teasing pressure that made women arch into your touch.
Karina's breath hitched, then dissolved into a low, shuddering sigh that sounded less like surprise and more like *demand*—an unspoken plea for you to keep going, to pamper her now-swollen nipples until that sigh turned into something louder.
Her back arched sharply off the mattress, pressing more of her weight into your palms as her fingers tangled in your hair—not guiding, just *holding on*. The salt lamp's glow caught the sheen of sweat forming along her sternum, the way her ribs fluttered with each ragged breath. You ducked your head lower, lips brushing the damp valley between her breasts, and felt Karina's thighs tighten around yours in response.
"Fuck," she breathed, the word cracking halfway through as your tongue flicked over her other nipple.
Karina's breath stuttered when your tongue flicked across her nipple—not the tentative laps you'd practiced on Eunbi's softer curves, but bold, wet strokes that made her back arch off the mattress. Her fingers twisted in your hair, not pulling away but pulling you closer, her hips lifting involuntarily as you swirled your tongue in tight circles just like Eunbi had taught you.
"Mmph, Ah—" The word burst from her lips in a hiss, her thighs clamping around your ribs hard enough to bruise. "Since when—ah—could you do that?"
You answered with your mouth still sealed around her breast—sucking just hard enough to make her spine bow, then swirling your tongue over the stiff peak in the rhythm Eunbi had moaned into your ear last time. Karina's nails scraped down your shoulders, her breath coming in ragged bursts that fogged the salt lamp's glow above you. The taste of her—salt and strawberry lotion and something darker—flooded your senses as you switched breasts, your free hand kneading the one your mouth abandoned.
Karina's head thrashed against the pillows, her usual smirk shattered into something raw and open.
"You little—fuck—" Her voice cracked when you nipped lightly with your teeth, just enough pressure to make her thighs tremble.
"All this time, looking at me with those—hnn—pathetic puppy eyes, and you've got this filthy tongue hidden away?" Her hips rolled up against nothing, the damp patch on her panties smearing against your stomach as she chased friction.
Karina's fingers tangled in your hair and yanked—forcing your face deeper into the slick valley of her cleavage. Your nose bumped against her sweat-slicked sternum as her breasts enveloped you, the mingled scents of strawberry lotion and salty skin flooding your senses. A ragged moan escaped her lips when you latched onto her nipple again—not the teasing laps from before, but hungry, open-mouthed sucks that drew the stiff peak between your teeth.
The wet pop of your mouth pulling off her flesh echoed obscenely in the salt-lamp glow, followed immediately by your tongue dragging a messy stripe back up to her collarbone.
"Noona—" you gasped against her damp skin, but Karina cut you off by grinding her hips down onto your trapped erection.
Her thighs bracketed yours with bruising force, the soaked fabric of her panties leaving a searing imprint through your sweatpants. Her moan hitched higher when you switched breasts, your teeth scraping lightly over the other nipple before sucking hard enough to make her back arch off the mattress.
Karina's moans crescendoed into something desperate—high-pitched whines that dissolved into throaty gasps as she smothered your face deeper between her sweat-slicked breasts. The salt lamp's glow painted her flushed skin in molten gold, catching every shudder as your tongue dragged wet circles around her stiffening nipple.
"F-fuck F-fuck—Eunhae— so fucking good" Her voice cracked on your name, hips jerking forward as if chasing friction against your stomach.
Gasping, you tore your mouth away from Karina's sweat-slicked chest, lungs burning as you gulped down air. The humid scent of her arousal clung to your face—strawberry lotion undercut with something muskier that made your head spin.
Karina's chest rose and fell in ragged sync with your own panting, her flushed breasts glistening where your saliva had smeared across taut nipples. The salt lamp's glow caught the tremor in her fingers as they hovered near your lips—not pushing you away, but trembling with unspoken demand.
"I didn't expect..." Karina's voice came out husky, throat bobbing as she swallowed hard.
Her thigh pressed tighter against your trapped erection, the damp heat of her panties searing through fabric.
".... You're so good at satisfying women, Eunhae."
The compliment landed like a slap—her usual smirk nowhere to be found—just wide dark eyes and lips parted around shallow breaths.
"You know Noona," you murmured against the damp skin of Karina's collarbone, lips brushing the frantic pulse beneath, "I'm a genius at learning."
The words came out low—confident in a way that made her breath hitch against your cheek.
Karina chuckled, the sound vibrating through her chest beneath your palms before it twisted into something darker, hungrier. Her grin flashed in the salt lamp's glow—sharp as a blade and twice as dangerous.
"Are you ready for another lesson, little brother?"
Before you could answer, she pushed off the mattress with predatory grace, her thighs bracketing your ribs as she straddled your chest. The damp heat of her panties pressed against your sternum, the scent of her arousal—sweet strawberries and musk—flooding your senses. Your throat went dry as her fingers hooked into the lace-edged fabric, slowly dragging the soaked material down her thighs. The sound of fabric sliding over damp skin was obscenely loud in the charged silence.
Your breath caught in your throat as Karina’s fingers traced the hem of her panties, the lace peeling away from skin flushed pink with heat. The fabric clung stubbornly for a heartbeat before surrendering, revealing what lay beneath—not in a sudden, shocking motion, but in a slow, deliberate unveiling that made your pulse hammer against your ribs.
The first thing that struck you wasn’t the shape or the curve, but the neatness of it. The skin there was smooth—not just hairless, but meticulously cared for, like the rest of her. Moonlight from the salt lamp caught the subtle sheen of moisture, highlighting the way her thighs tensed as she shifted her weight above you. It was nothing like the crude images you’d glimpsed online or the clumsy descriptions from classmates. This was real, and it belonged to the sister who’d pinned you down moments ago with nothing but malice in her smirk.
Karina's laughter curled like smoke in the salt-lamp glow, her fingers digging into her own hips as she arched back—putting everything on display.
"Where did your confidence go, Mr. Cool?" she taunted, voice dripping with mock sweetness.
"Is this the first time you've seen a women cunt?" Your throat clicked as you nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from the hypnotic sight—the way moonlight caught the slick folds, the subtle twitch of muscle as she shifted her weight.
Her smirk widened when she caught your stare, one hand leaving her waist to trail down her stomach—slow, deliberate—until her fingers brushed the very edge of that forbidden heat.
"It's called a clitoris, idiot," she murmured, circling the swollen bud with lazy precision. "This is what makes girls like Yujin scream."
Her breath hitched as her own touch sent a visible tremor through her thighs, but she forced her voice steady. "Unless you'd rather keep failing with her?”
Your throat tightened as Karina's fingers lingered near her glistening folds, her smirk deepening when she caught your stunned silence. Heat flooded your face—not just from the sight, but from the way her mocking tone cut through the humid air between you.
"Don't tell me," she drawled, circling her clit with deliberate slowness, "you've never seen Yujin's cunt at all?"
You nooded in embarrassment.
Karina’s laughter was sharp, almost disbelieving, as she leaned back on her palms—hips still canted forward, thighs spread wide enough to make your pulse stutter.
"You nodding at me like a fucking puppy?" Her voice cracked halfway through, equal parts amusement and something darker.
Her fingers, still circling her clit in lazy arcs, slowed just enough to emphasize the slick sound of it—wet skin against wet skin.
"Eunhae. Look at me.”
Your breath caught in your throat as Karina’s fingers parted her folds with deliberate precision—like peeling back the petals of some exotic flower blooming just for you. The sight was obscenely intimate, the way the slick flesh glistened in the salt lamp’s glow, twitching faintly as she exposed herself completely.
"Since your Noona is so nice," she murmured, voice dripping with false sweetness, "I’ll teach you an extra lesson on how to really satisfy women."
Karina's fingers clamped around your wrist like a vise, dragging your hand forward before you could protest. The sudden heat against your fingertips made you flinch—not just from the warmth, but from the texture of her. Soft. Softer than you'd imagined. Her inner lips yielded under your trembling touch like petals under rainwater, slick and impossibly delicate.
"Here," she hissed, guiding your index finger along the swollen folds with a precision that sent tremors up her thighs.
Her breath hitched when your nail accidentally caught a sensitive spot, but she didn't pull away—just dug her fingers harder into your wrist.
"This is where you start," she emphasized, dragging your fingertip in slow circles around the outer lips. "Not inside, you idiot. Here."
You swallowed thickly as she forced your finger lower, the pad catching on a ridge of flesh that made her hips jerk.
"Vaginal opening," Karina ground out, her voice strained as she pressed your fingertip against the fluttering entrance without penetrating. Her thighs trembled around your hips, the muscles jumping beneath sweat-slicked skin.
"Don't just—fuck—don't just shove in. Tease it first." Her grip shifted, angling your hand upward until your thumb brushed a tiny, swollen nub at the crest of her folds.
The moment your skin touched that hidden peak, Karina's entire body arched off the mattress with a punched-out gasp.
"That," she panted, her free hand fisting in the sheets, "is the clitoris. Only stupid boys ignore it."
Her hips rolled involuntarily against your trapped hand, grinding your thumb harder against the sensitive bundle of nerves. The motion smeared her slickness across your skin, the scent of her arousal—musky and sweet like overripe strawberries—flooding your senses.
"Use your mouth!" Karina gasped, her thighs clamping around your wrist as your thumb circled her clitoris with growing confidence.
The command hit you like an electric shock—half desperate plea, half mocking challenge—but you didn't hesitate. You ducked your head between her trembling thighs before the echo of her words faded, your tongue dragging a slow, experimental stripe up her glistening folds.
The taste exploded across your senses—tangy salt with an underlying musk that made your nostrils flare. It shouldn't have been intoxicating, but it was. Like licking battery terminals and getting drunk on the sparks. Karina's hips jerked violently against your face, her choked moan vibrating through your skull as your tongue found that swollen bud again.
"Fuck—like that—" Her fingers twisted in your hair, not guiding but possessing, as if your mouth were just another toy for her pleasure.
You obeyed the unspoken demand, swirling your tongue in tight circles , the gasps weren't practiced demonstrations but raw, unfiltered reactions. Karina's thighs quivered against your ears, her sweat-slicked skin sticking to your temples as you lapped at her with growing hunger.
Karina's thighs trembled against your ears, her fingers tightening in your hair like a desperate plea rather than a command. The taste of her—musky and sweet—lingered on your tongue as you lifted your gaze just enough to see her flushed chest rising in ragged breaths. Her lips parted around a shuddering sigh before she managed to speak, voice thick with something dangerously close to vulnerability:
"Tell me how you feel, naughty little brother."
Your tongue dragged another slow stripe up her soaked folds before answering, the words muffled against her skin.
"Very delicious, Noona." The admission slipped out unfiltered, raw in its honesty. "Your pussy tastes so delicious."
The moment the words left your mouth, Karina's hips jerked violently forward, smearing her slickness across your chin. A broken sound escaped her throat—half-moan, half-laugh—as her free hand fisted the sheets beside her.
Karina's hips rolled forward in a slow, deliberate grind, smearing her slickness across your lips as she let out a breathless laugh.
"Oh, I'm a bitch Noona," she murmured, voice dripping with mocking sweetness, "letting her own little brother lick her own pussy."
Her fingers tightened in your hair, forcing your face deeper between her thighs as she arched her back. The salt lamp's glow caught the sweat beading along her stomach, the way her muscles trembled with every teasing stroke of your tongue.
"What would Mom say if she knew her precious son was—fuck—eating his sister out like a starved dog?"
You answered by dragging your tongue flat and slowing her slit, savoring the way her breath hitched mid-sentence. Karina's thighs quivered against your ears, her mockery dissolving into a shaky moan as you circled her clit with pointed precision.
"Aish—you little—" Her curse broke off when you sucked lightly, just enough pressure to make her hips jerk. Her fingers twisted in your hair, pulling you closer instead of pushing away.
"Fuck, you're good at this," she admitted, voice ragged. "Who taught you this too?”
Your tongue flicked faster against Karina's swollen clit, the rhythm uneven at first—experimental—until her thighs tensed around your head in silent demand. Then you pressed your index finger against her entrance, feeling the way her body resisted for a breath before yielding, the tight heat swallowing you to the knuckle in one slick slide. Karina's back arched off the mattress with a gasp that sounded more like a sob, her hips jerking forward to take you deeper.
"Like that," she panted, her voice cracking on the words. "Oh—fuck—you make me crazy, Eunhae. Keep—keep like that.”
Karina's thighs clamped around your ears like a vice, her entire body locking rigid as her scream tore through the room—raw and unfiltered, nothing like her usual controlled taunts.
"I'm—urgh—coming—!" Her back arched off the mattress violently, her hips grinding against your face in frantic circles as her climax hit. You felt it before you saw it—the way her muscles fluttered around your finger buried inside her, the sudden flood of warmth against your tongue.
Then the taste hit you—sharp and musky, flooding your mouth as her juices spurted in hot pulses against your lips. You swallowed reflexively, the thick liquid coating your throat as Karina's screams dissolved into choked gasps. Her hands fisted in your hair hard enough to sting, yanking you deeper as she rode out the waves, her thighs trembling like a bowstring drawn too tight.
Karina lay beside you with a heavy breath, her sweat-slicked skin glowing amber in the salt lamp's fading light. Her fingers traced lazy circles on her stomach before sliding sideways to poke at the obvious tent in your sweatpants.
"Oh..." Her smirk returned tenfold, voice dripping with mischief as her nail scraped lightly over the straining fabric. "It seems you haven't been touched at all."
You nodded enthusiastically, your throat too tight to speak as her fingertip circled the leaking tip through the thin cotton.
Karina's fingers hooked into the damp lace of her discarded panties, dangling them between two fingers like a trophy—or a taunt. The fabric glistened in the salt lamp's glow, still warm from her body heat, the scent of musk and strawberries thick enough to taste.
"Here," she murmured, her smirk widening as she tossed them onto your chest. "You can wear these to jerk yourself."
You caught them instinctively, the heat and wetness seeping through the thin material onto your palms. Your throat worked as your grip tightened—too tight—before you managed to choke out, "But I guess you—"
Karina's eyes snapped to yours, sharp as shattered glass. Her knee pressed down on your trapped erection, grinding just enough to make your hips jerk involuntarily.
"You thought I'd give you a blowjob?" she purred, leaning close enough for her sweat-damp hair to brush your cheek. "Or let you fuck me afterwards?" Her laughter was a blade twisting between your ribs. " No Pervert. Now get out my room"
The door clicked shut with finality, leaving you standing in the dim hallway clutching Karina’s damp panties like some pathetic thief caught mid-crime. Through the thin wood, you heard her muffled laughter—sharp, mocking—followed by the distinct sound of her locking the door.
"What are you doing here, baby?" Your fingers spasmed around Karina's panties, shoving them into your sweatpants pocket just as your mother stepped into the salt lamp's amber glow.
Eunbi's sheer camisole clung to every curve, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the dark peaks of her nipples or the plush outline of her thighs meeting in shadow. The hallway air thickened with her vanilla lotion and something muskier underneath—the scent of sleep-warm skin and lazy arousal. Her toes curled against the hardwood as she tilted her head, the motion making her cleavage shift hypnotically.
"Hey, Mom, I am....E....",You're at a loss for words.
The concrete underfoot still held the day's warmth as Joon nudged you with his elbow.
"Seriously, man, you're overthinking it. Just tell Yujin you want to try—" His sentence snapped shut mid-breath.
You followed his stare across the street to where your mother was power-walking toward you, her workout leggings clinging to every curve like they'd been painted on.
Joon's Adam's apple bobbed like he'd swallowed a live fish. "Holy—"
Joon's jaw actually dropped when Eunbi's stilettos clicked across the pavement, her fitted blazer unbuttoned just enough to show the swell of her chest beneath the silk blouse. The way her hips swayed in that pencil skirt made my throat go dry—same as always.
"Hey, baby," she murmured, pressing her lips to your cheek before you could dodge it. Her perfume wrapped around me, something expensive and musky.
"Mommy came to fetch you."
Your cheeks burned hot enough to fry an egg, but you ducked your head and shoved your hands in your pockets like it was nothing. Joon made a strangled noise beside you—somewhere between a cough and a whimper—as Eunbi's manicured fingers curled around his shoulder.
"Hey, you must be Joon, Eunhae's best friend," she purred, thumb brushing the collar of his shirt. "I've heard so much about you." The way she lingered on "so" made your stomach flip.
Joon's mouth opened and closed like a landed fish, his pupils dilating as Eunbi's fingers trailed down his arm with deliberate slowness. "I—uh—" he stammered, his throat working around nothing. You could practically see the sweat beading along his hairline under the streetlights.
"Cute".
Joon's knees nearly buckled when Eunbi's fingers curled around his wrist, her thumb tracing slow circles against his pulse point.
"Do you want to go home with aunt and Eunhae, dear?" she murmured, her voice dripping like honey laced with something darker. The streetlight caught the glint of her teeth when she smiled—too wide, too knowing—as Joon's breath hitched audibly.
Your fingers dug into Eunbi's wrist harder than intended, the suddenness of your grip making her stiletto skid on the pavement. "Joon, there's an extra course," you lied through clenched teeth, already yanking her toward the crosswalk. Her surprised laugh—that low, throaty sound that always coiled tight in your gut—got swallowed by the honk of a passing truck. "Let's go home, Mom."
As you get in the car with your mother from a distance, Joon strokes his throbbing chest and says, "Your mother is so hot, Eunhae."
The front door clicked shut behind your, sealing your in the dim foyer with only the hum of the air conditioner between your. Eunbi's stilettos sank into the plush carpet as she turned, her blazer slipping off one shoulder to reveal the smooth curve of her collarbone. "Are you ready for our lesson, Baby?" Her voice was a velvet purr, fingers already working the buttons of her blouse loose.
You swallowed hard—your tongue suddenly too thick—and nodded again. "Yes, Mom," You muttered, but your feet stayed planted on the foyer's marble tiles.
Eunbi's eyebrow arched, her lips parting just enough to show the tip of her tongue wetting the corner of her mouth. The slow drag of her fingers down her own throat wasn't accidental; I knew that move. It was the same one she'd taught you to use on Yujin last month when you complained she was too shy in bed.
"What are you waiting for? To your room, now," she breathed against your ear, the heat of her words sending a jolt down your spine.
The door clicked open with agonizing slowness—just enough for the hallway light to slice across the carpet toward the bed where you sat, knees pressed together under the thin cotton of your underwear. Then Eunbi stepped through, backlit like some kind of erotic silhouette, the white lace of her lingerie glowing sheer enough to outline every forbidden curve. Your breath snagged in your throat when she turned, the fabric pulling taut across her hips, the dip of her waist, the heavy swell of her chest barely contained by scalloped cups.
"Ready baby, boy. "
How hell was happening.
It have been started a Month ago.
The first time you'd confessed it to Eunbi, you'd been slumped over the kitchen island after midnight. "She says I don't... know what I'm doing," you'd mumble into the countertop, the admission sour on your tongue.
The confession had slipped out one night when the kitchen smelled like burnt garlic. "Yujin says I move like I’m afraid of breaking her," you muttered, watching your mother’s reflection in the dark window.
Eunbi's manicured fingers tilted your chin up, her thumb brushing away the tension in your jaw before you could duck away. "Hey," she murmured, voice softer now—less of that predatory purr from the street, more like when she'd bandage your scraped knees as a child.
"Look at me." The command was gentle but unshakable, the way she used to say it when you'd hide behind your hands after nightmares.
Eunbi's fingers lingered on your chin, her thumb tracing the edge of your lip with a tenderness that made your pulse stutter.
"You're thinking too hard," she murmured, her breath warm against your face. "Sex isn't a performance, Eunhae. It's not something you can fail at."
Her other hand settled on your thigh, the heat of her palm seeping through the fabric of your sweatpants.
"You just need to learn how to listen—to her body, to your own.”
The words hung between you like a live wire, sizzling in the air-conditioned silence of your bedroom. "Who did I learn it with, Mom?" you repeated, the question raw in your throat.
Eunbi's fingers tapped against her own sternum—once, twice—the lace of her bra shifting with each movement.
"Your mother is a great teacher about kamasutra, you know that?" she murmured, her lips quaking at the edges like this was some private joke between them.
"That's so crazy, Mom," you choked out, your voice cracking under the weight of it. "We're both mother and son.”
"Trust your mother, baby," Eunbi murmured, her fingers tracing idle circles on the inside of your wrist—the same way she used to when you were small and feverish, only now her touch burned for entirely different reasons.
You sighed heavily, nodding despite the knot tightening in your stomach, because what else could you do when she looked at you like that—half indulgence, half hunger—with her lower lip caught between her teeth?
The present time.
Your lips trembled against Eunbi's—not from hesitation, but from the sheer impossibility of the moment. The scent of her cherry lip balm mingled with the faintest trace of the wine she'd sipped earlier, flooding your senses as her tongue teased along the seam of your mouth. When she pulled back just enough to murmur those words—"smooch... Smooch.. Baby, you learn well"—her breath hitched in a way that made your pulse stutter.
"You are a really great teacher, Mom," you murmured against Eunbi's lips, your voice barely above a whisper as her fingers tightened in your hair.
The words tasted like confession and surrender all at once—sticky-sweet with her cherry balm, bitter with the wine still lingering on her tongue.
Eunbi pulled back just far enough to smirk, her thumb swiping across your bottom lip where it had begun to swell.
"It is not in vain that one month I teach you, baby," she purred, the words rolling off her tongue with a satisfaction that made your stomach flip.
The way she said it—like this was some kind of graduation ceremony—sent heat crawling up your neck. Her laugh, low and throaty, vibrated against your collarbone as she pressed another kiss there.
"You were always such a quick study, what do you do next, Baby?" Her voice was a velvet whisper against your flushed skin, fingers still tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to make your breath hitch.
Your fingers fumbled against the lace strap of Eunbi's bra despite the weeks of practice—the delicate fabric slipping through your trembling grip like water. The air between you crackled with something electric as the strap finally slid down her shoulder, revealing the swell of her breast inch by torturous inch. Eunbi's breath hitched when the cup loosened, her nipple pebbling against the sheer fabric before you pulled it away completely, leaving her bare to your hungry gaze.
Eunbi's breath ghosted across your lips—warm and wine-sweet—as her fingers tightened in your hair.
"What are you waiting for?" she murmured, the words curling around you like smoke. "Show Mommy what you've learned this month."
Your mouth closed around Eunbi's nipple with a soft, wet sound—hesitant at first, then firmer when her fingers twisted in your hair, pulling just enough to sting. The taste of her skin flooded your senses, salt and something uniquely her beneath the fading traces of expensive lotion. A shudder ran through her when you sucked gently, her hips jerking forward against your thigh as she let out a moan that sounded almost surprised.
"God—yes, just like that," she gasped, her voice breaking on the last syllable as her nails scraped against your scalp. The praise sent a jolt down your spine, your grip tightening on her waist as you swirled your tongue around the stiff peak, reveling in the way her breath hitched.
Eunbi's fingers tightened in your hair when you asked the question, her nails scraping lightly against your scalp in a way that sent shivers down your spine. The taste of her skin—salt and vanilla body lotion—lingered on your tongue as you pulled back just enough to see her smirk.
"Mom," you repeated, your voice rougher than intended, "Will Yujin like it when I touch her breasts like this?"
Eunbi's laughter was low, throaty, vibrating through her chest where your hands still cupped her.
"That's right, baby," she murmured, her thumb brushing your lower lip where it glistened with her arousal. "Your girlfriend will definitely like it very much."
Her hips rolled against your thigh as she said it, the heat of her pressing through the thin lace of her panties.
"Especially if you do this—" Her hand guided yours, shaping your fingers to knead rather than grip, her breath hitching when you followed her instruction perfectly. "Yes, just like that. Gentle but... firm.”
The pressure of Eunbi's fingers guiding yours was both maddening and intoxicating—her grip firm enough to leave crescent marks on your skin as she showed you exactly how to roll her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"Like this," she breathed, her voice thick with something between instruction and arousal, "slow circles, but—ah—harder when I arch like that."
You obeyed instantly, your mouth sealing around her other nipple with a wet suction that drew a gasp from her lips.
The lesson dissolved the moment Eunbi's nipple swelled against your tongue—her skin impossibly soft yet firm beneath your lips, like warm silk stretched over liquid heat. Every rational thought drowned in the way she arched into your mouth with a shuddering gasp, her fingers tightening in your hair not to guide but to keep you there. The taste of her flooded your senses—salt and something darker beneath her vanilla lotion—and suddenly all your practiced movements turned clumsy, your hands fumbling over her ribs as if discovering her body for the first time.
Beep… BeBeep… BeBeep.
The high-pitched beep of the alarm clock sliced through the heavy air like a knife. Eunbi's fingers froze mid-stroke through your hair, her entire body tensing against yours as if electrocuted. For one suspended second, the only sound was your mingled breathing—ragged and uneven—before she pulled back with a sharp inhale, her cherry-glossed lips parting in surprise.
"Shit," she hissed, the word more breath than voice as she scrambled off your lap, her stiletto catching on the rumpled bedsheet.
The strap of her bra dangled precariously down her arm as she lunged for the blouse discarded at the foot of the bed.
"Training time's over, baby," she said, voice already shifting back into that familiar maternal cadence even as her fingers trembled on the buttons.
"Your father and your older sister will be home soon.”
The blouse buttons slipped through Eunbi's shaking fingers twice before she finally secured them, the fabric swallowing up the evidence of what had just happened—what almost happened. You yanked your sweatpants back up with trembling hands, the elastic snapping against your hips harder than intended as the scent of her cherry balm still clung to your lips.
Downstairs, the PlayStation boot screen flickered to life with a familiar chime just as Eunbi's stilettos clicked against the kitchen tiles. Your fingers fumbled over the controller, thumbs pressing too hard on the analog sticks as your character on-screen staggered drunkenly. The sizzle of garlic hitting oil hissed from the kitchen, followed by Eunbi's off-key humming—some old trot song your father liked—as if she hadn't just had your tongue between her teeth thirty seconds ago.
The front door swung open with a groan of hinges, and your father's broad silhouette filled the doorway before he stepped into the foyer, his work boots tracking faint dust across the polished tiles.
"Honey, I'm home," he called out, his voice warm with exhaustion and something else—that same eager note he'd had since their honeymoon. His arms opened before he even spotted Eunbi leaning against the kitchen island, her blouse now neatly buttoned to the throat, her lips freshly glossed.
Eunbi turned with practiced grace, her hips swaying just enough to make the hem of her skirt flutter.
"Welcome back, dear," she murmured, stretching up on her toes to meet his kiss.
Your father's hands settled on her waist, his thumbs brushing the dip of her spine through the thin fabric as their lips met—a slow, familiar press that lingered a heartbeat too long. You watched his fingers flex against her blouse, the fabric wrinkling under his grip before he pulled back with a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.
Followed behind, your older sister, Karina. Her sneakers squeaked against the tile as she shuffled in, thumbs flying across her phone screen with the practiced ease of someone who'd spent more time texting than breathing. The glow of the display lit her sharp features—high cheekbones and a pointed chin that mirrored Eunbi's, though softened by youth.
"I'm home," she muttered, not even glancing up as she nudged the door shut with her hip.
Karina's elbow dug into your ribs as she flopped onto the couch beside you, her legs sliding under yours with a sharp shove that sent you skidding to the far edge of the cushions.
"Move your ass," she muttered, eyes never leaving her phone screen as her thumbs blurred across the display.
“Hey, Noona.. “, You opened your mouth to protest, but she cut you off with a dismissive flick of her wrist, the silver bangles on her arm clinking together.
"Don't even start, Eunhae. I had lab practicals all day—my feet are fucking dead.”
You gave in—like always—because arguing with Karina was like trying to stop a typhoon with a paper fan. The moment she nudged you aside with her hip, you knew resistance was futile. Her phone screen illuminated the determined set of her jaw, her thumbs tapping furiously at some text chain you weren't privy to. The PlayStation controller dangled uselessly from your fingers as she commandeered the space beside you, her sock feet slipping under your thighs like she owned them.
You glance at her.
Karina's campus outfits should've been illegal. The way those high-waisted shorts clung to her thighs like a second skin made professors forget their lectures mid-sentence. Even from across the quad, you could see the precise moment male students' brains short-circuited—their necks snapping sideways as she passed, textbooks slipping from suddenly-sweaty fingers. Her cropped tank tops rode up when she stretched in the library, revealing a sliver of toned stomach that had study groups dissolving into coughing fits.
Karina's body was a cruel joke played by genetics—her mother's voluptuous curves poured into a younger, tighter mold. The way her white crop top stretched across her bust when she reached for the remote made seams threaten to pop, the fabric clinging like it was begging for mercy. Her shorts rode up as she curled her legs beneath her, the denim digging into the plush flesh of her thighs with a snugness that bordered on obscene.
Karina's eyes flicked up from her phone screen, the blue light casting sharp shadows under her cheekbones as her gaze pinned you in place. You jerked your head away too fast—your neck protested with a quiet crack—but not fast enough.
Her smirk curled like smoke, slow and deliberate, as she stretched her arms above her head with an exaggerated yawn that made her crop top ride even higher.
"Did you just look at your Noona's body, pervert?" The words dripped with amusement, her tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth on the last syllable like she'd caught you with your hand in the cookie jar.
"What can be proud of a pig's body like you, Noona?" The words tumbled out before you could bite them back, your voice pitched higher than intended—like a child caught in a lie.
Instead of getting angry, Karina replied with sarcastic words, "but my body is sexier than your girlfriend isn't it, Oh, are Yujin and you still dating?"
" We are still dating."
Karina's smirk twisted into something sharper as she tilted her head, the glow from her phone screen casting eerie shadows across her features.
"From what I heard," she drawled, stretching the words like taffy, "you still haven't managed to pop her cherry, right?"
The taunt landed with the precision of a scalpel, her manicured thumbnail tapping against her phone case in a slow, mocking rhythm.
Your throat clenched around nothing—no comeback, no defense, just the sour taste of truth clinging to your tongue. The controller in your hands creaked under the pressure of your grip, plastic protesting as your knuckles whitened. Karina's chuckle was a slow, deliberate thing, curling through the space between you like smoke from a lit fuse.
The PlayStation controller slipped from your fingers when Eunbi's voice floated in from the kitchen—that same lilting tone she'd used to call you for dinner since childhood.
"Eunhae-ya! Karina! Come eat!" The normalcy of it was almost surreal, like none of the last thirty minutes had happened at all.
***
The LED clock on your nightstand blinked 23:30 PM in acid-green digits, the numbers blurred as you squeezed your eyes shut tighter. The pillow over your head did nothing to muffle the rhythmic creak of bedsprings through the thin wall—a sound that had become as familiar as your own heartbeat these past weeks.
Eunbi's voice cut through the darkness, high and breathless—"Right there, yes, just like that—" before dissolving into a moan that made your toes curl under the sheets.
The wet slap of skin on skin followed, punctuated by your father's guttural grunts and the headboard knocking against the wall in a steady, relentless tempo.
You rolled onto your stomach, the sudden friction against your erection drawing a hiss from between your teeth. The scent of cherry lip balm still lingered on your skin from earlier, mixing with the musky tang of your own arousal as you pressed your face deeper into the mattress.
Every gasp from the other side of the wall seared itself into your brain—Eunbi's sharp "Ah! Ah!" rising in pitch, the way she'd sob your father's name when she came, the obscene squelch of their bodies moving together.
The hallway floorboards creaked under your bare feet as you stepped out of your room, the sound drowned out by the relentless rhythm of the bedsprings next door. The dim glow from the bathroom nightlight cast long shadows across the corridor—and illuminated the unmistakable silhouette of Karina crouched by your parents' slightly ajar door. She was clad only in a thin tank top and panties, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that made your throat go dry. The neckline of her top gaped dangerously as she leaned forward, giving you an eyeful of her bare breasts swaying with each subtle movement.
Karina's fingers gripped the doorframe for balance, her knuckles white as she pressed her ear closer to the gap. The sharp intake of her breath when a particularly loud moan spilled out made your own pulse stutter.
From three steps back, you could see her free hand disappearing beneath the waistband of her panties, the fabric riding up her thighs with each subtle shift of her fingers. The wet sound of skin against skin from inside the bedroom matched the slick rhythm of Karina's hidden movements.
Creeping closer on silent feet, you caught the full scene through the door slit—your father's broad back glistening with sweat as he drove into Eunbi from behind, her lace panties torn aside and dangling from one ankle. The obscene slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed louder than Karina's choked whimpers. Her tank top had ridden up completely now, revealing the way her back arched with each secret stroke of her fingers.
"Wha—" you started, then swallowed hard before trying again in a hushed tone that barely carried over the noise. "What are you doing, Noona?”
Karina's hand clamped over your mouth before you could finish the question, her fingers digging into your cheeks with bruising force. The scent of her strawberry hand lotion flooded your nose as she yanked you backward, her bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor in a frantic retreat. From inside the bedroom, the rhythmic creaking paused abruptly—your father's voice slicing through the sudden silence:
"Who's outside?"
Karina's grip on your wrist was iron-tight as she dragged you down the hallway, her breath coming in sharp, panicked huffs. The bathroom nightlight caught the wild gleam in her eyes as she shoved you into her room, the door clicking shut just as your father's footsteps thudded into the corridor. Her back slammed against the door, chest heaving under the thin tank top that now clung to her sweat-slicked skin.
Your knees hit the edge of Karina's bed as she pushed you down, her palm still pressed painfully against your lips. The faint glow of her salt lamp illuminated the furious flush creeping up her neck—the way her pupils had blown so wide her irises were nearly swallowed. Downstairs, your father's muffled voice called out, "Must've been the cat," before the distant squeak of bedsprings resumed.
Karina's knee dug into your thigh as she straddled you, her bare skin scorching through the thin fabric of your sweatpants. The lace edge of her panties pressed against your erection with every frantic shift of her hips—each accidental brush sending sparks up your spine. Her tank top had ridden up completely now, the swell of her breasts pressing against your chest with each panicked breath.
"Don't. Say. A. Word," she hissed through clenched teeth, the mint of her toothpaste mixing with the strawberry lotion still clinging to her palms.
The salt lamp's glow painted sweat-slick streaks down Karina's neck as she leaned closer, her thighs tightening around yours in a vice grip. Through the thin cotton of her panties, you could feel her own arousal—a damp heat that made your hips jerk involuntarily.
Karina's breath hitched at the movement, her nails digging into your shoulders hard enough to leave crescent marks.
Karina feels a bulge under your pants.
"You little pervert," she whispered, voice cracking on the last syllable as she ground down harder—whether to silence you or herself, you couldn't tell.
Seulgi's eyes dart from Irene's cum-drenched face to your spent cock, still glistening with lube. Her cheeks flush a deep pink, but she doesn't look away. If anything, her gaze lingers, tracing the sticky trails on Irene's skin, the way a fresh drop slides from her leader's chin and lands on the floor.
Irene doesn't move. She stays kneeling, still somehow radiating confidence, even with her face painted like a masterpiece of cum. Slowly, she turns her head toward Seulgi, her expression calm, almost amused. A strand of cum clings to her eyelash, but she doesn't blink it away. Instead, she licks her lips, tasting the salty evidence of your climax, and smiles.
"Seulgi-yah, close the door."
Seulgi hesitates, her hand still on the doorknob. Her bodysuit clings to her, clearly showing her breasts rising and falling with her quickened breaths. The unbuttoned pants hang loose around her hips with the thin straps of her panties clearly visible. She looks like she was about to change into some different clothes.
"I... I didn't mean to interrupt."
Seulgi stammers, but her feet don't move. Her eyes flick back to you, then to Irene again. There's shock there, yes, but also something else. Curiosity? Envy? Heat?
Irene tilts her head slightly, cum dripping from her jaw onto her dress, staining the pristine white fabric.
"You're not interrupting. You're joining."
Your heart stutters. Joining? You glance at Irene, still catching your breath, your cock twitching weakly at the implication. You knew when Irene suggested this meeting it’d be about making you cum. What you didn’t expect was her inviting Seulgi as well.
The younger woman’s eyes widen, but she steps inside, pushing the door shut behind her with a quiet click. The room feels smaller now. She leans against the door, arms crossing over her chest as if she’s hesitant, but it only pushes her breasts up further, drawing your gaze despite everything.
“Unnie, what... what is this?"
Irene rises slowly to her feet, graceful even in her messy state. She doesn't wipe her face, doesn't even acknowledge the cum cooling on her skin. Instead, she steps toward Seulgi, her heels clicking softly on the floor.
"This,…"
She says, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Seulgi's ear.
"Is what happens when a good boy finally cums."
Seulgi swallows hard, her gaze dropping to Irene's stained dress, then back up.
"Was that a problem before?"
She asks, her voice a little higher. As if she’s curious to why Irene had to make you cum.
Irene glances over her shoulder at you, her smile widening.
"He's had a little bit of trouble at first. But look at him now. Empty. Drained. All because of me."
She turns back to Seulgi, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
"Don't you want a taste, Seulgi-yah? You've been so good lately. Practicing extra hours, helping with the choreo... You deserve a reward."
Your pulse races. Seulgi's cheeks burn redder, but she doesn't pull away when Irene leans in closer, their faces inches apart. Irene's cum-smeared cheek brushes against Seulgi's clean one, leaving a faint streak. Seulgi gasps softly, but her eyes flutter half-closed.
"I... I don't know."
Seulgi murmurs, but her body betrays her. Her hips shift. Her thighs press together. She's tempted. You can see it in the way her fingers twitch at her sides, like she's fighting the urge to touch.
Irene chuckles, then steps back, gesturing toward you.
"Come here."
She commands Seulgi, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"Kneel with me."
Seulgi hesitates for one more beat, her eyes finally meeting yours. There's a spark there. Nervous, excited, hungry. Then she moves, crossing the room with tentative steps until she's beside Irene, lowering herself to her knees. Now there are two of them before you: Irene, messy and triumphant, Seulgi, pristine and eager, her bodysuit hugging every curve.
Irene reaches over, her hand sliding to the back of Seulgi's neck, guiding her forward.
"Taste him. From me."
Seulgi leans in, her tongue darting out carefully to lick a trail of cum from Irene's cheek. The older woman hums in approval. Her free hand reaches for your cock again, stroking lazily as if to coax it back to life. You groan, oversensitive but already stirring under her touch.
"Good girl."
Irene praises, her eyes locked on yours.
"Now, let's see if he’s good for another load."
Seulgi moans softly against Irene's skin, licking another streak clean, her confidence growing with each pass. Her hand joins Irene's on your shaft, their fingers intertwining in a slick, coordinated rhythm. The sensation is overwhelming. Two hands, two mouths inches away. You lean back in the chair, watching them, your body igniting again despite the exhaustion. NNN is over for you, shattered in the best way possible. But as Irene and Seulgi work you over, you can't help but wonder: How will you explain this to Karina? Or... should you even try?
The thought fades as Seulgi's lips brush your tip, tentative at first, then bolder. Irene watches, smiling wickedly.
"That's it."
She coos.
"Make him hard again. We have all afternoon."
Seulgi's tongue flicks out again, bolder this time, lapping another thick stripe of your cum from Irene's cheek. The older woman hums approvingly, her fingers still loosely curled around the base of your cock, keeping it angled toward their mouths. Seulgi's lips close around the streak she just collected, sucking it clean with a soft, wet sound that sends a fresh jolt straight to your groin.
You twitch in Irene's grip. She notices. Her dark eyes flick up to meet yours, lips curling into a knowing smile. A fresh bead of your cum clings to her lower lip. She drags her tongue across it slowly, never breaking eye contact.
"Look at that. Not even two minutes and he's already waking up again."
Seulgi pulls back just enough to glance at your cock, now thickening noticeably between Irene's fingers, and lets out a soft, surprised laugh that vibrates against Irene's skin.
"Unnie… he's really sensitive right now."
"Of course he is."
Irene replies, strokes you once, lazily, spreading the leftover lube and the slick remnants of your orgasm.
"He just came on my face.”
Your hips jerk involuntarily. The oversensitivity is almost painful, but you feel yourself getting closer to enjoying it again. You can already feel that familiar coil tightening low in your stomach again. Your cock starts pulsing hard against Irene's palm like it forgot it just emptied everything it had.
Seulgi leans in closer, hesitant at first, then braver. Her tongue darts out and traces the underside of your shaft, right where Irene's fingers are wrapped. The dual sensation - Irene's firm grip and Seulgi's warm, tentative licks - makes your breath hitch audibly.
"Fuck."
You mutter, head falling back against the chair.
Irene chuckles darkly.
"See? Told you he has more for us."
Seulgi's eyes lift to yours for a heartbeat, before she opens her mouth and takes the head between her lips. Just the tip. Soft suction. No bobbing yet. Just holding you there, letting her tongue swirl lazily around the sensitive ridge while Irene keeps that slow, steady stroke at the base.
The sight alone is almost enough to finish you.
Irene, still fully dressed in that now ruined white dress, face absolutely painted with thick ropes of your cum, some of it drying in sticky trails down her neck, some still glistening wet, kneeling beside Seulgi, guiding your cock like she’s feeding it to her.
Seulgi, black bodysuit clinging to her body, pants still unbuttoned and sagging low on her hips, exposing the thin straps of her panties, lips stretched prettily around your tip, cheeks hollowing as she starts to suck in earnest.
Your hands fist the arms of the chair so hard your knuckles blanch. You can feel something building already. That tight, electric pressure behind your balls, the kind that says you're on your way toward another orgasm already. You force a ragged breath through your teeth.
"Wait-fuck-I'm… I'm already-"
Irene's free hand slides up your thigh, nails digging in just enough to keep you from focusing on the pleasure.
"Shhh. Hold it."
Seulgi hums around your cock in agreement. The vibration rips another groan out of you. She pulls off for a moment, then immediately dives back down, taking you deeper this time. Halfway. Her tongue flattens against the underside as she starts a slow, sinful bob. Irene leans in beside her. Their cheeks brush - Seulgi's clean skin against Irene's cum-streaked one - and then Irene's tongue joins in, licking along the side of your shaft wherever Seulgi's mouth isn't covering. They move in perfect tandem, like they've done this before, trading places seamlessly: Seulgi sucking the head while Irene laps at the base, then switching so Irene can take you deep into her throat while Seulgi tongues your balls.
Your hips buck once, twice, before you force them still. Every muscle in your body locks tight, fighting the rising tide. You can feel your cock swelling impossibly harder in their mouths, leaking steadily now, pre-cum mixing with their spit and the drying remnants of your last load. Irene pulls back just long enough to speak against your slick skin.
"You're doing so well."
She praises, voice dripping with mock sweetness.
"Look how hard you're trying not to cum again already. Cute."
Seulgi giggles softly, the sound muffled around your length, before she takes you even deeper, nose brushing Irene's cum-streaked cheek.
You groan louder.
"Not yet."
Irene whispers, licking a slow stripe up the side of your cock until her tongue meets Seulgi's at the tip. They kiss around you, open-mouthed, filthy, tongues sliding together over your leaking slit, before diving back down in unison.
Two sets of lips. Two tongues swirling. Irene's hand pumping what their mouths can't reach. Your vision blurs at the edges. The pressure is unbearable now, coiling so tight it hurts. You can feel every individual pulse, every throb, every fresh bead of pre-cum they eagerly lap away.
But beneath the overwhelming need to explode again, something else flickers to life. Excitement. Raw, greedy excitement. Because if you can just hold on a little longer… If you can survive this dual assault without painting their faces a second time right now… Then maybe, maybe, you'll get to fuck both of them. The thought alone makes your cock jump violently between their lips.
Irene feels it. Seulgi moans around you in response. They don't let up. They just keep sucking.
You swallow hard, voice rough and barely above a whisper.
“Can I… fuck her?”
The words hang in the air like smoke.
Seulgi freezes mid-lick, lips still wrapped loosely around your tip. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, wide, glassy, cheeks flaming red even through the flush of arousal. She doesn’t pull off right away. Instead, she gives one last slow, heavy suck before letting you slip free with a wet pop. A thin string of saliva clings between her lower lip and your cock before it snaps.
She looks embarrassed. Needy. Almost shy. Irene’s grin is dangerous. She leans back on her heels, still kneeling, face glistening with the drying evidence of your first orgasm, and lets out a low, pleased hum.
“Because you painted my face so prettily.”
She drags a fingertip through a thick streak on her cheek and brings it to her lips.
“You’re allowed.”
Seulgi’s breath hitches audibly. She glances between you and Irene, biting her bottom lip hard enough to leave a small indent.
Then, voice small but trembling with heat, she asks:
“Do you… want to bend me over?”
You nod so fast like never before.
Seulgi exhales shakily, a tiny, nervous laugh escaping her. She rises to her feet and turns toward the wide table in the center of the room. Without another word she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her already unbuttoned black pants and shimmies them down her long legs, kicking them aside carelessly. The thin straps of her black thong ride high on her hips, framing the perfect curve of her ass. She glances back at you once, lust glistening in her eyes, then bends forward, planting both palms flat on the table. Slowly, she lowers her upper body until her chest and forearms are pressed against the cool surface, back arched, ass presented high. The deep side cutouts of her bodysuit expose the smooth dip of her waist. The fabric stretches taut across her ass, outlining the perfect heart shape.
Irene moves first. She steps up beside Seulgi, elegant even with cum still streaking her face and neck and reaches for the row of small press-studs running vertically down the front of Seulgi’s bodysuit, right above her mound. One by one she pops them open with practiced ease - snap, snap, snap - until the fabric parts like curtains.
The material snaps back to either side, revealing Seulgi completely. No panties underneath the bodysuit after all. Just smooth, bare skin and a glistening, swollen pussy already slick with arousal. Her folds are puffy, clit peeking out, inner thighs shining faintly.
Seulgi whimpers softly at the sudden exposure, hips shifting like she can’t decide whether to hide or push back.
Irene doesn’t give her the chance to second-guess.
She places both hands on Seulgi’s ass and spreads her cheeks apart, opening her wide for you.
“Look at her.”
Irene purrs, voice thick with satisfaction.
“So wet already. Practically dripping for you.”
Seulgi’s face is turned to the side, cheek pressed to the table, eyes squeezed shut in mortified pleasure. A fresh shiver runs through her entire body. Irene glances back at you over her shoulder, eyes glittering.
“You can be as rough with her as you want.”
She says calmly, like she’s granting permission for something as simple as borrowing a pen.
“She likes it. Don’t you, Seulgi-yah?”
A muffled, desperate whine is Seulgi’s only answer.
You push off the chair on unsteady legs, cock so hard it almost hurts. The tip is still slick with their combined spit. You step up behind Seulgi, drinking in the sight. Her long legs trembling slightly, back arched to perfection, Irene’s fingers keeping her spread open, pretty pink pussy clenching around nothing.
You wrap one hand around the base of your cock and guide the head to her entrance. The moment you nudge against her, Seulgi gasps and instinctively pushes back, trying to take you inside. You freeze with your tip just barely kissing Seulgi’s slick entrance, the heat of her pussy radiating against you, tempting you to sink in deep.
Irene’s voice cuts through the haze.
“Wait. That’s the wrong hole.”
Your brain short-circuits for a second.
Seulgi’s entire body jolts beneath you. Her back arches higher, a startled little whimper escaping her lips. She tries to twist her head around to look at Irene, cheek still pressed to the table, eyes wide and glassy with confusion and sudden heat.
“Unnie…?”
Seulgi’s voice trembles.
Irene doesn’t let go of Seulgi’s ass cheeks. If anything, her fingers dig in a fraction deeper, keeping her spread wide and vulnerable. She tilts her head toward the small bottle of lube still sitting on the edge of the table. The same one she’d used on you earlier. Her cum-streaked face is perfectly composed, lips curved in that serene, wicked smile.
“You heard me.”
Seulgi lets out a shaky exhale that’s half moan, half nervous laugh. Her thighs quiver. You can see the fine tremor running through them.
You reach for the bottle without thinking. The cap is still open. You tip it over your cock and cool, thick liquid spills down the shaft in a generous stream, dripping over your length and onto Seulgi’s exposed skin below. You coat yourself thoroughly, stroking once, twice, until you’re gleaming again.
Then you shift. You drag the slick head upward, tracing the tight little pucker of her asshole. Seulgi sucks in a sharp breath. Her whole body tenses, then melts just as quickly, hips tilting back instinctively even as her fingers curl against the table.
“Jin-wol…”
She whispers, voice cracking with a mix of nerves and raw need.
“Go slow first… please?”
Her plea is so soft it almost breaks you. Irene catches your eye over Seulgi’s arched back. She winks. The message is crystal clear.
“Do whatever you want.”
Her fingers tighten, spreading Seulgi even wider, exposing that tight ring completely. You press forward. The head of your cock meets firm resistance at first. Seulgi gasps, her rim fluttering against you like it’s trying to decide whether to push you out or pull you in. You pause, letting her adjust, letting the lube do its work. You can feel every tiny twitch, every nervous clench.
“Relax for him, baby.”
Irene murmurs, stroking one thumb soothingly along the curve of Seulgi’s ass.
“Breathe.”
Seulgi exhales shakily. You feel her try - feel the moment her body softens just enough.
You push again. The head pops past the first tight ring with a slick, satisfying sound. Seulgi cries out, her voice edged with pleasure. Her back bows higher, knuckles whitening against the table.
“Oh-fuck-”
You stop immediately, buried only an inch or two inside her. Her walls are scorching, impossibly tight, gripping you like a vice. Every heartbeat pulses around your cock. Irene leans down, pressing a soft, filthy kiss to the small of Seulgi’s back.
“Good girl. Look at you taking him so well already.”
Seulgi whimpers, face buried against her forearm now. Her hips twitch, tiny, helpless rocks that push her back onto you another fraction. You groan. The sight alone is devastating. Seulgi bent over the table, ass high, bodysuit snapped open, Irene’s cum still drying on her perfect face while she holds Seulgi open for you like a gift.
You give one shallow thrust, barely moving, and Seulgi moans brokenly.
“More…”
She gasps.
“Please… more…”
Irene chuckles.
“You heard her.”
You don’t need to be told twice. You sink in another inch, then another, slow and relentless, until your hips are flush against her ass and you’re buried to the hilt inside her impossibly tight heat. Seulgi’s entire body shudders. A long, trembling whine spills from her throat. You grip Seulgi's hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh where her bodysuit meets bare skin, and pull back slowly, feeling every ridge and clench of her impossibly tight ass as you withdraw halfway. The lube makes the slide slick and obscene, a wet schlick echoing in the quiet room with each inch. Seulgi whimpers beneath you, her knuckles white against the table, back arched so perfectly it's like she's offering herself up on a platter. Irene's hands are still there, spreading her wide, thumbs pressing into the plump curves of Seulgi's cheeks to keep her open for your view.
"Deeper."
Irene murmurs, her cum-streaked face hovering close enough that you can feel her breath on your skin.
"Make her feel it."
You snap forward again - harder this time - and Seulgi's cry is muffled against the wood, her body jolting with the impact. Her ass squeezes around you like a vice, hot and unrelenting, every thrust dragging fresh moans from her throat. You build a rhythm. Slow out, brutal in, each one bottoming out with a slap of skin on skin that makes her tremble. Seulgi's legs shake, her thighs flexing as she pushes back to meet you halfway.
"-fuck-yes, like that."
Her voice breaks into a whine when you grind deep, rolling your hips to stir inside her. The tightness is overwhelming. After weeks of denial, every sensation feels amplified. Your cock throbs with the need to claim her completely.
Irene watches, her dark eyes flicking between your face and where you're buried inside Seulgi. Then, without warning, she lifts one hand and brings it down – smack - a sharp slap against Seulgi's right cheek. The flesh jiggles under the impact, a pink handprint blooming almost immediately. Seulgi yelps, her ass clenching harder around you mid-thrust.
"Unnie!"
"Good girl."
Irene purrs again, rubbing the spot soothingly before slapping again – smack - this time on the left. Seulgi's moan is louder, more desperate, her body arching higher as if begging for more. Irene alternates now. A slap every few thrusts, timing them perfectly so that each one makes Seulgi’s hole tighten around you like she's trying to milk your cock. You groan, pace quickening. The added sting seems to drive Seulgi wild. She's babbling now, incoherent pleas spilling from her lips
"Harder, please-don't stop-"
Her pussy is dripping untouched below, slick trailing down her thighs.
After a particularly deep thrust, you pull out halfway again, watching the way her rim grips you, stretched and flushed. Irene leans in closer, pursing her lips. She gathers saliva in her mouth, before tilting her head and letting it dribble down in a thick, glistening string right onto your exposed shaft. The warm spit mixes with the lube, making everything even slicker as you push back in. Seulgi shudders violently.
"Oh god-"
A broken moan escapes her as you fill her again. Irene does it twice more over the next few minutes. Gathering, dribbling, her own cum-dried face inches from the action, like she's blessing the filthy union. You're lost in it - the heat, the tightness, the way Seulgi's ass bounces with every slam, Irene's slaps punctuating the rhythm like a metronome. Sweat beads on Seulgi's back, her bodysuit clinging damply, and you can feel your own high building again, that familiar coil tightening low in your gut.
But Irene shifts suddenly, her free hand trailing up Seulgi's spine.
"This is getting boring."
She says casually, as if commenting on the weather, even as her other hand delivers another sharp smack to Seulgi's ass.
"Switch it up. Fuck her pussy for a bit, then back to her ass. Keep her guessing."
Seulgi whimpers in protest - or anticipation? - but you don't hesitate. You pull out fully, Seulgi's hole winking at the sudden emptiness. Her pussy is right there below, swollen and dripping, clenching needily. You align quickly and thrust in, deep, easy, her slick walls welcoming you like velvet.
"Fuck-yes!"
Seulgi cries, pushing back hard. Her pussy is looser than her ass but no less hot, juices coating your cock immediately as you pound into her. The change in sensation is dizzying. From tight resistance to wet, fluttering embrace. You fuck her like this for a dozen strokes, hard and fast, her moans rising in pitch. Then you switch, pulling out and sliding right back into her ass without warning. Seulgi's back bows, a strangled gasp tearing from her throat.
"Too much-"
But she doesn't stop you. If anything, she grinds back, chasing the fullness.
You alternate now: five thrusts in her pussy, then three in her ass, then back. The lube and her arousal mix into a filthy slurry that drips down her thighs. Irene keeps her spread, slapping occasionally, her eyes gleaming with approval.
Every few switches, Irene intervenes more directly. You pull out of Seulgi's pussy, cock gleaming with her juices, and before you can realign, Irene lowers her head. Her mouth engulfs you, cleaning you off in one deep bob. She hums around you, tasting Seulgi on your skin, her tongue swirling to lap up every drop.
"Delicious."
She murmurs against your tip before pulling off, guiding you back to Seulgi's ass.
"Now fuck her harder."
You do. Thrust after thrust, switching holes seamlessly now. Her pussy is slick and forgiving, her is ass tight and demanding. Seulgi's a mess. Sobbing into the table, hips bucking wildly, her bodysuit rumpled and stained with sweat and lube. Irene spits again during one pull-out, the dribble landing perfectly where you need it, then slaps Seulgi's cheek hard enough to make her clench mid-thrust.
"Such a good little slut for you. Aren't you, Seulgi-yah?"
"Yes-unnie-please don't stop-"
You switch again. Out of her ass, into her pussy, slamming deep. Irene leans down once more, sucking you clean mid-switch, her lips stretching around your girth. She pulls off, a string of saliva and Seulgi's arousal connecting her mouth to your cock, before nodding you back in.
The pattern drags on. Thrust, slap, spit, suck, switch. Your stamina is getting pushed to the limit after your earlier release, but the sheer filth of it keeps you going. Seulgi's moans turn to wails, her body shaking uncontrollably, pussy and ass both fluttering wildly around you. Irene's face, still painted with your cum, hovers close, directing the scene.
You feel Seulgi tightening. Her orgasm is building. You chase it, switching faster now. Ass, pussy, ass, each hole getting only a few thrusts before the next. Irene slaps harder, spits thicker strings, sucks deeper during the cleanses.
Seulgi breaks first.
"I'm-cuming-fuck!"
She screams, body convulsing as her pussy gushes around you mid-thrust. You switch to her ass one last time, pounding through her climax, feeling her clench and pulse in waves that nearly drag you over the edge with her.
Irene laughs, now rubbing Seulgi's clit furiously.
"That's it. Cum for him. Squeeze that cock."
Seulgi slumps against the table, spent but still trembling, as you slow your pace, savoring the aftershocks. She's a beautiful wreck, face flushed, bodysuit disheveled and snapped open at the crotch, ass still slightly pink from Irene's slaps, her holes glistening with a mix of lube, spit, and her own arousal. She whimpers softly, forehead pressed to the cool surface, thighs quivering like she might collapse if you weren't still buried halfway inside her ass, holding her in place. You slow to a stop, cock throbbing angrily inside her, so close to the edge again that every tiny clench from her feels like torture. Sweat drips down your back, your muscles burning from the relentless pace, but the high is intoxicating. You pull out inch by inch, watching her rim flutter and grip at you until you're free with a wet, filthy pop. Seulgi gasps at the emptiness, her body slumping further as she recovers, mumbling incoherently into the table.
Irene doesn't waste a second. She releases Seulgi's cheeks at last, the flesh jiggling back into place with faint red marks from her grip. Then, with that same graceful, predatory elegance, she shifts forward on her knees. Her cum-streaked face, still absolutely painted with thick, drying ropes of your first load, hovers close to Seulgi's ass. Without a word, Irene rests her cheek against one plush globe. Her flawless skin, smeared and sticky, pressed to Seulgi's sweat-dampened curve like it's the most natural pillow in the world. Her dark eyes lock onto yours, lips curving into a sultry smile.
"Don't think you're done yet."
One hand wraps around the base of your cock and guides it to her mouth. You can't believe this is happening. Irene, face covered in your cum, now sucking you off while using her member's ass as a headrest. And Seulgi, who just let you wreck both her holes like she was made for it. You've fucked them both by now. Your mind reels, pulse hammering in your ears. How did NNN lead to this? Weeks of teasing, denial, blue balls, and now you're balls-deep in a fantasy that feels too good to be real. These two women, just doing everything for your cock.
Irene's lips part, and she takes you in deep with no hesitation. Her mouth is warm, wet heaven. Her tongue swirls around the head to clean off every trace of Seulgi. She hums low in her throat, the vibration shooting straight up your spine, as she bobs slowly. Her free hand cups your balls, rolling them gently, while the other strokes what she can't fit in her mouth. The taste, Seulgi's pussy, her ass, the lube, your pre-cum, doesn't faze her. If anything, it makes her suck harder, cheeks hollowing with each pull.
Seulgi stirs beneath her, a soft moan escaping as Irene's weight shifts on her ass.
"Unnie..."
She whispers, voice weak and spent, but there's no protest, just a lazy roll of her hips like she's still chasing aftershocks.
You groan, hips bucking involuntarily into Irene's mouth. She's relentless. Deepthroating you in one smooth motion, then pulling back to lick long, flat stripes up the underside, her tongue tracing every vein. Spit dribbles from her lips, mixing with the mess on her face, but she doesn't care. Instead, she gathers more saliva and lets it drip onto your shaft mid-suck, making everything even sloppier.
Minutes drag on like this. Irene working you over with expert precision, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm, using Seulgi's ass as leverage to angle herself perfectly. Your thighs burn, cock aching with the need for release, but she keeps you teetering on the edge, slowing whenever you get too close. Seulgi's breathing evens out beneath her, the younger one recovering bit by bit, her whimpers turning to soft sighs.
Finally, Irene pulls off, after giving your tip one last messy kiss.
“Enough. Sit down again. I'm going to ride you now. And you better finish inside me this time. Fill me up properly."
Your legs feel like jelly, but you obey without question, staggering back to the chair and collapsing into it. Your cock stands straight up, slick and throbbing, begging for more. Irene rises gracefully, her white dress, now stained with cum, lube, and sweat, clinging to her curves. She doesn't bother fixing it. Instead, she hikes it up around her waist, revealing smooth thighs and a glimpse of her own arousal-soaked panties. She straddles you, knees planting on either side of your hips, her heat radiating against your cock even through the thin fabric. But she doesn't sink down yet. Her hands brace on your shoulders, nails digging in lightly as she grinds down, rubbing her clothed pussy along your length. The lace of her panties drags against you, wet and warm, teasing the head with every pass.
"Feel that?"
She whispers, leaning in close, her cum-dried lips brushing your ear.
"I've been wet since you painted my face. Watching you fuck her... it made me ache."
You groan, hands instinctively grabbing her waist, but she swats them away.
"Not yet."
She strokes your cock, one hand wrapping around your shaft, pumping lazily while she continues to grind. Her thumb circles the tip, spreading the pre-cum that's leaking steadily now. At the same time, her free hand trails up your chest, nails scraping lightly, before she leans in and kisses your neck.
"You're so hard for me. After all that with Seulgi... still ready to give me your cum? Good boy."
Her hips roll faster now, panties soaking through, the friction maddening but not enough. You buck up instinctively, chasing more, but she lifts just out of reach with a soft laugh.
"Patience."
Seulgi stirs during this, pushing up from the table with a low groan, her legs still shaky. She turns, bodysuit hanging open, tits straining against the tight fabric, pussy still glistening from her orgasm. Her eyes lock onto the scene: Irene teasing you mercilessly in your lap. A small, wicked smile curves her lips as she recovers fully, sauntering over on wobbly legs.
"Room for one more?"
Seulgi asks, voice husky from her cries.
Irene glances back.
"Always."
She finally reaches down, pulling her panties to the side with one hand while guiding your cock with the other. The head nudges her entrance, slick and hot, and she sinks down just an inch, before pausing.
"Ready?"
Before you can answer, Seulgi's there, cupping your face and turning you toward her. Her lips crash into yours in a deep, hungry kiss, tongue sliding in immediately, tasting of salt and sex. You moan into her mouth as Irene sinks lower, taking you fully into her pussy in one slow motion.
Irene's walls are velvet fire, tight, wet, clenching around you like she was made for this. She bottoms out with a soft gasp, hips settling flush against yours, and starts to ride. Slow rolls at first, building to a steady bounce. Her dress bunches higher, tits bouncing beneath the fabric, her cum-streaked face flushed with pleasure.
You kiss Seulgi harder, one hand flying to Irene's waist for balance as she picks up speed, up and down, grinding deep on every downstroke. Your other hand roams to Seulgi's chest, palming her tits through the bodysuit. The fabric is thin, her nipples hard and pebbled beneath your fingers. You squeeze, pinch, roll them between thumb and forefinger until she whimpers into your mouth.
"More."
Seulgi breathes against your lips, breaking the kiss to nip at your jaw.
"Touch me... please."
Your hand wanders lower, down her toned stomach, past the snapped-open crotch of her bodysuit, to her pussy. She's still dripping, folds swollen and sensitive from earlier. You circle her clit first, light and teasing, making her hips buck into your touch. Then you slide two fingers inside and curl them, pumping in time with Irene's rides. Seulgi moans loudly, head falling back, her hand bracing on your shoulder as she grinds onto your fingers.
"Yes-fuck-right there-"
Irene's pace quickens. Her pussy squeezes you rhythmically. Wet sounds fill the room with every bounce. She's relentless, lifting almost off you before slamming down, rolling her hips to hit that perfect angle inside her.
"That's it."
She pants, nails digging into your shoulders.
"Fuck me-fill me-"
You thrust up to meet her, the chair creaking beneath you, while your fingers fuck Seulgi harder - three now, curling deep, thumb on her clit. Seulgi's walls flutter around you, her second orgasm building fast. She kisses you again her nails trails down your neck.
The sensations overlap. Irene's tight heat milking you, Seulgi's pussy clenching on your fingers, her tits heaving under your palm when you switch hands briefly to grope her again. Irene leans forward, her breath hot on your ear.
"Cum inside me. You’re so close…”
Seulgi cums first though, gushing around your fingers with a sharp cry, her body shuddering against you. The sight pushes you closer. Her flushed face, Irene's bouncing form, the way they both use you like their personal toy.
Irene clenches hard, one last deep grind, and you lose it. You thrust up, burying deep as you spill inside her, rope after rope flooding her pussy. She moans triumphantly, riding through it, milking every drop until you're spent and twitching. Seulgi collapses against your side, panting, as Irene slows to a stop, your cock still inside her.
"Good boy. But we're not done yet."
Irene doesn't give you much time to recover. She's still seated fully on your lap, your cock buried deep inside her pulsing heat, your cum slowly leaking out around the base where you're joined. She rolls her hips once, testing your sensitivity, and you hiss through your teeth at the overstimulation.
"Already twitching again."
She murmurs, voice low and amused, her cum-streaked face hovering inches from yours.
"Good. I want you hard for another round."
She starts riding you properly now, lifting herself until only the head remains inside her, then dropping back down with controlled force. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room again, her pussy gripping you like a glove every time she bottoms out. She's not rushing. Each downward motion is measured, deep, grinding her clit against your pelvis on the upstroke. Her nails dig into your shoulders for leverage as she picks up a steady rhythm, tits bouncing beneath the stained white dress, the fabric riding higher with every bounce.
Seulgi, meanwhile, has pushed herself upright again. Her legs are still shaky, but the haze of her orgasm is clearing, replaced by a hungry gleam in her eyes. She reaches behind her back and unzips her bodysuit. The tight fabric peels away from her shoulders like a second skin, sliding down her arms and pooling at her waist. Her breasts spill free, nipples already hard from earlier teasing and the cool air of the room. She doesn't stop there. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband, she shimmies the rest of the bodysuit down her hips, stepping out of it completely. The black material lands in a careless heap beside her discarded pants. Now she's entirely naked. Her skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat, pussy still swollen and slick from your fingers and her own climax.
By the time she's fully bare, your cock is rock-hard again inside Irene, throbbing, leaking, impossibly ready despite everything. The sight of Seulgi standing there completely exposed, watching Irene ride you with dark, wanting eyes, it hits you. Seulgi steps closer, straddling one of your thighs so she can lean over you. Her breasts hang heavy and perfect right in front of your face.
"Suck."
She whispers, voice still hoarse from moaning. One hand cups the back of your head, guiding you forward. You don't hesitate. Your mouth closes around one nipple faintly tasting salt and skin. You suck hard, tongue flicking over the peak, then switch to the other when she whimpers and arches into you. Seulgi's fingers tighten in your hair, hips grinding slowly against your thigh as she chases the friction. Irene moans above you, her rhythm faltering for a second at the sight.
"Look at you two."
She pants, slamming down harder now, chasing her own peak.
"Can't get enough of each other… or of me."
She rides faster, her pussy clenching rhythmically around your cock. The chair creaks beneath the three of you. Seulgi's free hand reaches down to rub her own clit in tight circles while you lavish attention on her tits, sucking, biting gently, leaving faint marks that make her gasp.
The room is filled with nothing but wet sounds, heavy breathing, and broken moans. Irene's nails rake down your chest. Seulgi's thighs tremble against yours. Your hips start thrusting up to meet Irene's drops, the overstimulation long since burned away into pure, desperate need.
Irene leans forward, forehead pressing to yours, voice wrecked and commanding at the same time.
"Cum with me."
She orders. "Fill me again-"
Seulgi's breath hitches against your ear as she grinds harder against your thigh, chasing her third orgasm of the afternoon.
You’re sprawled on the couch in the dim living room, legs stretched out, one arm slung lazily over the backrest. The TV is on, some random Knowing Bros episode, but the volume is low enough that the apartment feels quieter than it should. Karina is curled up on the opposite end, knees tucked under a blanket, scrolling through her phone. The dynamic between you two has been… off. Not hostile. Not even tense, exactly. Just strange. Like there’s an invisible wire stretched across the cushions, humming with potential tension. You know she failed NNN already. You heard her. The moans and sighs through the bedroom door when you made Giselle cum on your fingers. But you still haven’t said anything. You just let it sit between you like a secret she doesn’t know you’re keeping. But sometimes you catch her looking at you, sideways glances when she thinks you’re distracted, and there’s this tiny, knowing glint in her eye. Like she’s waiting for you to crack first. Like she suspects you faked it with Winter that day in her room, even though you’re certain she couldn’t have distinguished your real cum from your fake one. The thought loops in your head. Maybe she faked it too. Maybe that little solo session of hers was theater…another layer of the game. You can’t prove it. You can’t even ask without sounding paranoid. So you both sit in this weird, polite limbo. Smiling. Making small talk. Pretending the air isn’t thick with your thoughts of winning or losing this stupid bet.
Behind you, the soft click of a door. Footsteps pad across the hardwood. You don’t turn your head, but every nerve ending tracks Giselle’s path as she moves from the guest room toward the kitchen. You can picture her: oversized hoodie, bare legs, hair loose and messy from napping or scrolling or whatever she does when she hides in there.
You haven’t really spoken since that night. The night you pressed her against the bedroom door, fingers buried inside her while Karina was masturbating, or pretending to. The way Giselle bit her own wrist to stay quiet. The way she came so hard her knees buckled and you had to hold her up. Afterward she just slipped back into her room without a word. No goodnight. No eye contact the next morning. Nothing. The silence has been louder than any conversation.
Now the fridge door opens. A soft clink of glass. The rustle of plastic. She’s making something, probably one of those fruit bowls she likes to make. Karina glances toward the kitchen, then back to her phone. Doesn’t comment. A minute later, Giselle appears at the edge of the living room. She hesitates like she’s debating whether to keep walking or bolt back to her room. In the end she chooses the couch. She sits at the far end, closest to Karina but leaving a careful gap between all three of you. In her lap is a glass bowl of cut strawberries, mango chunks, and kiwi slices. She spears a piece with a fork, stares at it for a second too long, then puts it in her mouth.
The TV laughs at something you didn’t hear. You feel the couch dip slightly under her weight. Smell the faint citrus of her shampoo. Hear the quiet crunch of fruit between her teeth. No one speaks for a full commercial break.
Your phone buzzes on the cushion beside you. You fish it out, unlock the screen.
“Hey there! Tomorrow night the whole drama cast is going out for drinks first official team bonding thing you coming? 8pm, that rooftop bar in Itaewon don’t flake ㅋㅋ“
You read Yeri’s message twice, then turn slightly toward Karina.
“Yeri just texted. The drama cast is doing drinks tomorrow night. Whole team. Rooftop bar in Itaewon.”
Karina’s thumb pauses mid-scroll. She doesn’t look up right away. When she finally does, her expression is… amused. Not surprised. Not excited. Just quietly, almost smugly entertained. Like she’s already picturing the night in her head and finding it hilarious.
“Sounds fun. You should go.”
There’s no jealousy in it. No warning. Just that tiny upward curve at the corner of her mouth.
“Another chance for you to slip. Another night full of pretty actresses and soju shots. Go ahead. See how long you last.”
You can almost hear it.
Giselle spears another piece of mango. Doesn’t look at either of you. But you notice her fork pauses halfway to her mouth.
You set the phone down on your thigh.
“Yeah.”
You say.
“Maybe.”
Karina hums in agreement, eyes already drifting back to her screen.
The TV drones on. Giselle chews slowly. She keeps her eyes fixed on the bowl in her lap, spearing another strawberry with care, as if the simple act of eating fruit requires her full concentration. But her mind is elsewhere, locked in a loop she can’t escape.
“Tomorrow night. Drinks. The whole drama cast.”
The words repeat like a bad song stuck in her head. She doesn’t need to look at you to know you’re rereading the message. She can feel the subtle shift in the air when you speak to Karina like it’s no big deal. But it is. To her, it is. She imagines it too clearly: you at some dimly lit rooftop bar, surrounded by the cast. Laughing. Clinking glasses. Yeri sitting close - too close - leaning in to whisper something in your ear, her jawline catching the neon lights, her laugh bright and effortless. Yeri, who’s objectively hotter. Nicer legs, more beautiful features... Giselle has seen the way men look at her. The way you might look at her. A sharp, unexpected pang twists in her chest. Jealousy. She hates it. Hates how childish it feels. Hates that she’s even capable of feeling it toward someone who isn’t hers to claim.
“He’s Karina’s boyfriend.”
She reminds herself for the hundredth time today.
“Not yours. Never yours.”
The reminder doesn’t help. If anything, it makes the ache worse. She remembers that night against the door. Your fingers inside her. The way you held her up when her legs gave out. The way she came so hard she saw stars and had to bite her own wrist to keep from screaming loud enough to alert Karina. She’d convinced herself afterward that it would be enough. That one reckless, stolen moment would burn the want out of her system. That she could go back to being the polite guest, the third wheel. But it didn’t work. If anything, it made everything worse.
Now every time you walk past her in the hallway, every time your eyes meet for half a second longer than necessary, every time she hears you and Karina laughing in the next room…it all feeds the same fire. She still wants you. Wants your hands on her again. Wants your mouth. Wants to feel you lose control because of her.
She risks a glance sideways. Karina is still scrolling, legs tucked under the blanket, looking relaxed as always. Giselle’s gaze drifts to you, your profile lit by the soft blue glow of the TV, jaw relaxed, thumb idly tapping the edge of your phone. The same hands that pinned her against the door. The same mouth that whispered her name when she clenched around your fingers.
Her throat tightens. In her head, the fantasy unspools without permission. She sees herself setting the fruit bowl aside. Standing up. Crossing the short distance between the couch ends. Dropping slowly to her knees right there, between your spread legs. She imagines the way your breath would hitch when she reaches for your waistband. The way Karina’s phone would freeze mid-scroll. The silence that would fall over the room…
She pictures her own hands pulling you free. Your cock already hard because you’ve been thinking about her too. She imagines leaning in, mouth open, tongue flicking out to taste you first, just the tip, before taking you deep. The wet heat of her mouth. The way you’d groan despite Karina sitting right there. The way Karina would watch - shocked, frozen, maybe even aroused - while Giselle sucked you off like she’d been starving for it. Right there. In front of her.
The thought sends a fresh pulse of heat between her legs. She shifts slightly on the couch, pressing her thighs together under the oversized hoodie, hoping neither of you notices. She spears another piece of kiwi. Bites down harder than necessary. The tartness bursts on her tongue but does nothing to drown out the images.
“Stop it.”
She thinks.
“This is wrong. So fucking wrong.”
The hostess leads you through the scattered high tables and velvet ropes of the rooftop bar. The night air feels cool against your skin despite the heat lamps glowing overhead. The city sprawls below in a glittering sprawl of lights, neon bleeding into the dark sky, but your focus narrows the moment you spot the corner booth.
Only one person is there.
Yeri.
She sits alone at the table meant for six, legs crossed elegantly, leaning back against the dark cushion with casual confidence. She’s wearing a deep burgundy-black dress, which looks almost black in the low light, a halter-style neckline that shows off the delicate line of her collarbones and highlights subtle swell of her chest underneath. Tiny sequins catch every flicker of the rooftop lights, making the fabric shimmer like liquid obsidian every time she breathes. Her long black hair falls in loose waves over one shoulder. She looks up as you approach, lips curving into that mischievous smile that you know so well already. You stop short for half a second, confusion flickering through you. No other cast members. No group. Just her. She tilts her head, eyes sparkling with amusement as she gestures to the seat beside her.
“Surprised? Sit. You look like you need a drink.”
You slide in next to her, close enough that your knee brushes hers under the table, and the hostess sets down a menu before disappearing back into the crowd. You exhale, trying to shake off the sudden shift in expectation. Part of you had braced for a full table of actors, awkward small talk and shots being passed around. This… this feels more dangerous.
A server appears almost immediately. You order a simple whiskey neat without looking at the menu. Yeri watches you the whole time, chin resting on her hand, that same small smile playing on her lips.
Once the server leaves, you turn to her.
“You said the whole cast was coming.”
She shrugs one bare shoulder.
“I might have… exaggerated. A little.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“You lied.”
“‘Lied’ is such a strong word.”
She leans in closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
“If I’d told you the real reason, you wouldn’t have come.”
You lean back, crossing your arms, playing it cool even though your pulse has already picked up.
“And what is the real reason, Yeri?”
She laughs at your attempt at looking composed.
“Relax. It’s not about sex.”
A pause, then she leans even closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“Not right now, anyway.”
You feel the warmth of her breath and the faint scent of her perfume. Something sweet and expensive. Your body reacts before your brain catches up, your cock twitching at the proximity despite every intention to stay composed.
She pulls back just enough to meet your eyes.
“It’s about dancing.”
You blink.
“Dancing?”
Her smile turns wicked. She leans in again, voice barely audible over the music drifting from the bar speakers.
“How did you like dancing with Joy unnie?”
The name hits like cold water. Your stomach tightens. Joy. The practice room. Her body pressed against yours during that choreography session, hips grinding back into you, her breath hitching every time you had to correct her form. The way she’d looked at you in the mirror…like she wanted to devour you right there.
How the hell does Yeri know about that?
Before you can form a question, a new voice cuts through the air.
“Yeri-yah!”
You turn.
Joy is standing at the edge of the table, hand lightly resting on the arm of the man beside her. She’s wearing a black dress as well, but hers is sleek black with spaghetti straps and the neckline plunging deep enough to show the perfect curve of her cleavage. Her hair is down, loose waves framing her face, and the silver earrings catch the light every time she moves.
Her eyes meet yours. For one split second, raw surprise flashes across her face. Then worry, quick, sharp, gone in an instant. And then something else: heat. A flicker of lust she tries to smother immediately, but it lingers in the way her lips part, the way her gaze drops to your mouth for half a heartbeat before she forces it back up.
She recovers fast, smiling brightly as she slides into the seat across from you, pulling her boyfriend down beside her. He’s handsome. Dark hair, easy smile, clearly comfortable in this kind of scene. He extends a hand across the table.
You glance at Yeri. She’s watching you with barely concealed amusement, one eyebrow arched like she’s daring you to contradict him.
You shake his hand.
“Yeah. Friend.”
Joy’s eyes meet yours again over the rim of the table. She bites the inside of her cheek, just for a second, trying to keep her expression neutral. But you see it: the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers curl around her clutch, the subtle shift of her thighs under the table like she’s pressing them together. Yeri leans back, sipping whatever clear drink she already had waiting, looking entirely too pleased with herself. The server returns with your whiskey.
Joy’s boyfriend leans forward, elbows on the table, clearly trying to play the role of the chill plus-one who’s happy to be included.
“So, man, how long have you known Yeri?”
He asks, gesturing vaguely toward her with his beer bottle the waiter just brought him.
“She’s been hyping up this ‘friend from the drama’ all week.”
You force a laugh that sounds more natural than it feels.
“We’ve been working together for a few weeks now. Let’s just say it’s not boring”
Minho chuckles, clearly oblivious that you had Yeri bent over your car.
“Yeah, that tracks. Joy says the same thing about her. ‘Chaos in heels,’ I think was the exact quote.”
You nod, keeping your eyes on his face. Safe territory. Normal conversation. You ask him about his work and he launches into a story about a recent recording session. It’s easy to nod along, ask follow-up questions and keep the surface level polite and flowing.
But underneath the table, the air feels electric. You don’t dare look directly at Joy. Not at the way her black dress clings to her, the deep V-neck dipping low enough that every small breath makes the fabric shift and threaten to reveal more. Not at the way her collarbones catch the light, or the subtle rise and fall of her chest when she laughs at something her boyfriend says. You keep your gaze firmly on him, on your whiskey glass, on the city lights beyond the railing…anywhere but her.
Your peripheral vision, though, keeps snagging on Yeri. She’s sitting right beside you, close enough that her bare knee brushes yours every time she shifts. Her phone is now unlocked on her lap, screen angled just enough that you catch the flash of incoming messages when she tilts it slightly toward herself.
The first one pops up as a notification banner before she swipes it away.
“What the fuck yeri”
You see it for half a second before Yeri’s thumb covers the preview. She doesn’t react outwardly. Her face stays perfectly neutral. Her lips are curved in that same faint, amused smile, but her fingers start moving quickly under the table. You pretend not to notice. You laugh at something Joy’s boyfriend says about studio monitors, ask a follow-up about mic placement, keep the conversation alive like your life depends on it. But your eyes keep darting toward Yeri’s lap.
Another message lights up the screen.
“seriously?? you said the whole cast”
“why is he here”
Yeri types back without looking down. You can’t read the reply, but you see the three bouncing dots appear almost immediately on Joy’s side of the chat.
Joy’s still smiling at her boyfriend’s story, nodding at the right moments, but her grip on her own phone is white-knuckled. Every few seconds her eyes flick toward Yeri - sharp, questioning and angry - then back to her boyfriend. Yeri’s reply comes through. You catch only the first few words before she angles the screen away.
“calm down. it’s not what you think”
Joy’s jaw tightens. She types furiously for a moment, then sets the phone face-down on her thigh. Her free hand reaches for her drink and she takes a long sip. You force yourself to ask Minho another question, something about the difference between analog and digital mixing, while your mind races.
Did Joy tell Yeri everything? Did she confess the practice room tension in a drunk text or something? Or did Yeri see something herself? Maybe caught a glimpse through the practice room window, or heard rumors from staff?
You don’t know. And you can’t ask. Not here. Not now at least.
Yeri finally sets her phone down, screen dark, and leans back with a small stretch that makes the sequins on her dress catch the light like tiny stars. She turns to you, voice light and innocent.
“You okay? You look a little tense.”
You meet her eyes and give her the smallest shrug.
“Just taking in the view.”
She smiles wider, like she knows exactly which view you mean.
Across the table, Joy exhales through her nose. Suddenly her boyfriend’s phone buzzes sharply against the table. He glances at the screen, frowns slightly, then pushes back his chair.
“Sorry, guys…work call. Gotta take this somewhere quieter.”
He stands, leans down to press a quick kiss to Joy’s temple, and gives you and Yeri a friendly nod.
“Back in ten. Don’t drink all the good stuff without me.”
He weaves through the crowd toward the far end of the rooftop where the noise thins out near the glass railing. You watch him disappear behind a cluster of standing tables, then turn back to the booth.
The atmosphere shifts the second he’s gone, like someone flipped a switch and sucked the oxygen out of the air. Joy’s shoulders stiffen. Yeri’s smile doesn’t waver, but it sharpens at the edges. You lean back, arms crossed, trying to keep your expression neutral while your mind races. Why the hell did Yeri bring you here? Why invite Joy and her boyfriend if the goal was… whatever this is?
Joy clearly has the same questions burning behind her eyes. She’s staring at Yeri like she’s trying to decide between strangling her or bolting.
The moment her boyfriend is out of earshot, Joy tries to kick Yeri under the table.
“What the fuck, Yeri?”
Yeri tilts her head, all wide-eyed innocence.
“What? I just wanted to hang out. Catch up. Have a drink. You know, normal friend things.”
Joy scoffs.
“Normal friends don’t peek into practice rooms when other people are using them.”
There it is. The confirmation lands like a brick. Yeri saw you two. Not rumors, not second-hand gossip…she was there. Watching through the glass, maybe lingering in the hallway.
You feel heat crawl up your neck. You open your mouth, your voice rougher than you intend.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
Yeri finally looks at you, almost like she’s savoring the question. Before she can answer, Joy cuts in, sharp and urgent.
“Don’t say a word to him.”
She jerks her chin toward the direction her boyfriend disappeared.
“Not one word. Please.”
Her eyes are wide now, anger and fear warring across her face. She’s furious at Yeri, but underneath it there’s real panic. The kind that comes from knowing one careless action could end a relationship.
She turns back to Yeri, voice dropping even lower.
“It was nothing. I just… wanted to try some sexier choreo. He was there. That’s it. Nothing happened.”
Yeri’s smile turns mocking.
“Mhm. Sure. ‘Sexier choreo.’”
She draws the words out, letting them drip with sarcasm.
“You always press your ass back that hard when you’re just practicing? Looked pretty personal from where I was standing.”
Joy’s cheeks flush dark red.
“You’re unbelievable.”
Yeri laughs and leans back, crossing her legs so the hem of her dress rides higher.
“You’re cute when you’re mad, unnie.”
As she speaks, you feel it. Her hand sliding from her own thigh to yours. Your breath catches. She doesn’t look at you. Her eyes stay locked on Joy’s, holding the stare like a challenge. But her fingers move with purpose: first resting lightly on the top of your thigh, then drifting inward, tracing the seam of your pants. You freeze. She reaches the button of your fly. Pops it open with a quiet snick.
Joy’s eyes widen - she hears it. The small metallic sound cuts through the rooftop noise like a gunshot. Her gaze drops to Yeri’s wrist, then flicks back up, horrified.
“Yeri, what the fuck-”
Yeri’s fingers find the zipper tab. She pulls it down slowly - agonizingly slowly - letting the teeth part one by one. The quiet rasp is loud enough in the sudden silence between the three of you.
Joy’s voice cracks.
“Stop it. What’s wrong with you? Why would you do this here?”
Yeri finally breaks the stare with Joy to glance at you, brief and amused, before returning to her target.
“It’s fun.”
She says simply, like she’s explaining why she likes a particular song.
“I love watching you squirm.”
Her hand slips inside your open fly, fingers brushing over the fabric of your boxers. Not stroking yet, just resting there, warm and confident, letting you feel the weight of her palm against your growing hardness. You’re rock hard already. You hate that you are. But the combination - the public setting, the risk, Joy watching in stunned silence, Yeri’s complete lack of shame - it’s doing things to you that you can’t control.
You shift slightly, torn. Part of you wants to let her keep going. Wants to see how far she’ll push this. Jerk you off under the table, maybe more. The thought of cuming in her hand while Joy watches, helpless and furious, is filthy enough to make your cock twitch against her fingers. But another part of you feels the awkwardness like a weight in your chest. This is public. Joy’s boyfriend could walk back any second. And Joy…Joy looks like she’s two seconds from either crying or throwing her drink in Yeri’s face.
You realize, with sudden clarity, that this isn’t really about you. Not at the core. Yeri isn’t doing this because she desperately wants to touch you. She’s doing it because it hurts Joy. Every slow tug of your zipper, every inch her hand creeps closer, is a knife she’s twisting just to watch Joy bleed. You’re not the goal. You’re the weapon.
Yeri’s fingers curl lightly around your cock through the fabric, giving one lazy stroke, enough to make your hips jerk involuntarily. Joy’s voice is barely a whisper now, shaking with anger and something close to desperation.
“Stop. Please. Just… stop.”
Yeri hums, thoughtful, like she’s actually considering it.
Then she leans forward, voice sweet as poison.
“Make me.”
Joy opens her mouth.
“What the fuck is wrong with you-”
The sound of approaching footsteps cuts her off mid-breath.
Her boyfriend rounds the corner of the standing tables, phone still in hand, sliding it back into his pocket with an apologetic smile.
“Sorry about that. My manager. He needed to confirm the schedule for next week.”
He drops back into his seat across from you, completely relaxed, completely unaware.
“Did I miss anything good?”
The table goes still for half a second.
Yeri’s hand doesn’t stop. If anything, she adjusts. Less obvious arm movement now, elbow resting casually on the table like she’s just resting her chin on her hand. Only her wrist and fingers keep working. Slow twists around your cock, thumb circling the head every few strokes. The motion is hidden perfectly beneath the table, but you feel every twist like a live wire.
You swallow hard, forcing your face to stay neutral while your cock throbs violently in her grip.
“Nah.”
Yeri answers smoothly, voice sweet as honey.
“Just catching up.”
Joy’s eyes are wide, locked on the spot under the table where she knows Yeri’s hand is moving. She looks like she’s one second away from lunging across the table, but she forces a tight smile instead.
“Yeah.”
Her voice is a little too high.
“Just… normal stuff.”
He nods, oblivious, and waves the server over to order another round of drinks. Conversation picks back up like nothing is happening. Joy’s boyfriend picks up where he left off, talking about work again. You nod along, laugh at the right moments, ask a follow-up question about vintage tape machines, anything to keep your voice steady while Yeri’s hand keeps twisting, never speeding up enough to push you over the edge but never slowing enough to let the pressure fade.
Your gaze has nowhere safe to land either. Looking at him feels wrong, almost disrespectful, while his girlfriend’s friend is jerking you off under the table. So, you glance away: at the city skyline, at the string lights overhead, at the half-empty glasses. But your eyes keep drifting back. To Yeri’s side profile, her jawline, the faint smirk playing on her lips, the way her long lashes lower every time she gives your cock an especially slow, twisting stroke. To Joy’s face, flushed and angry, eyes darting between Yeri and the table like she’s trying to see through it. And, inevitably, to Joy’s tits. The black dress she’s wearing is doing nothing to hide them. Every time she breathes a little harder, the deep cleavage shifts, the soft swell rising and falling, the faint shimmer of light catching on her skin. You catch her glancing down at the table again - staring at the exact spot where Yeri’s arm disappears beneath the cloth - and there’s something new in her eyes now. Not just anger. Curiosity. A hungry, conflicted wonder.
“How big is it right now? What does it look like while she strokes it?”
She bites her lip, then forces her eyes back up to her boyfriend, nodding at whatever he’s saying about reverb plugins.
But Yeri never stops.
She keeps the pace maddeningly perfect. Firm twists, thumb gliding over the sensitive head, fingers squeezing just enough on the downstroke to make your thighs tense under the table. Every few minutes she changes it up. A slow, full-length stroke followed by quick little pulses around the head, then back to the twisting motion that makes your vision blur at the edges. It feels incredible, but she’s deliberately keeping you right on that knife’s edge, never letting the pressure build to the point of no return, never letting you get close enough to cum.
You order another round when the server comes by and sip your new whiskey slowly. The conversation flows around you - him talking about upcoming gigs, Joy chiming in with forced enthusiasm about her latest choreo, Yeri laughing and adding teasing little comments - all of it perfectly normal on the surface.
Underneath, it’s anything but. Joy catches your eye once, right as Yeri gives your cock a particularly slow, twisting pull. Her gaze flicks down again, lingering this time, like she’s imagining the exact shape of your cock in Yeri’s hand, how hard you must be, how wet the head is getting with precum. When she looks back up, there’s heat in her eyes she can’t quite hide, mixed with pure frustration at Yeri. Yeri notices. She leans in just enough to whisper against your ear while pretending to reach for her drink.
“Keep looking at her tits like that and I might let you cum just to watch her lose it.”
You choke on your whiskey. Joy’s boyfriend laughs.
“Easy there, man…slow down on the drinks.”
Yeri smiles sweetly and gives you another slow, twisting stroke under the table.
The night stretches on like that - drinks arriving, conversation flowing, laughter ringing out at all the right moments - while Yeri’s hand stays busy beneath the table, never stopping, never letting you tip over the edge.
You’re trapped in the most exquisite kind of torture, surrounded by three people who are all pretending everything is perfectly fine… except two of them know exactly what’s happening, and one of them is using your cock like a weapon in a silent war you’re caught in the middle of.
And the worst part? You’re not sure you want her to stop.
Yeri’s hand gradually slows on your cock, the twisting strokes turning into lazy, drawn-out pulls. Each movement becomes lighter and gentler, until she finally comes to a complete stop. Her fingers are still loosely wrapped around your throbbing length beneath the table though. You have to fight every instinct not to thrust up into her fist. Your hips twitch once, involuntarily, before you clamp down hard and stay still, jaw tight, breath shallow through your nose. She gives you one final, teasing squeeze, then carefully tucks your cock back into your boxers. Her fingers are steady as she buttons your pants and zips you up, making sure everything looks perfectly normal from the outside. You feel both bitterly disappointed and strangely relieved at the same time.
Yeri checks the time on her phone, then looks across the table with a bright, innocent smile.
“Oh, it’s getting late. We still have plans tonight, right?”
When she says “plans,” she looks straight at Joy and gives her a slow, teasing wink.
Joy’s face tightens instantly. She understands exactly what Yeri is hinting at. Her boyfriend, however, just nods politely.
“Plans? Nice. Don’t let us keep you then.”
You play along, standing up with Yeri.
“Yeah, we should head out. It was good seeing you guys.”
Joy forces a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.
“Have fun with your… plans.”
You and Yeri say your goodbyes, then walk away from the table. The moment you’re out of sight, heading toward the exit of the rooftop bar and back into the building, Yeri grabs your hand, fingers lacing tightly with yours.
“You’re coming with me.”
You let her pull you along, heart already pounding.
“What the hell were you thinking back there?”
You mutter under your breath.
“That was insane.”
Yeri only laughs softly, squeezing your hand.
“I know you liked it.”
She leads you through the dimly lit hallway inside the building, straight toward the women’s bathroom. Your stomach flips the second you realize where she’s taking you. You know exactly what she has planned next. Yeri pushes the door open without hesitation and walks inside, still holding your hand. She checks quickly that the bathroom is empty, then pulls you toward the last stall at the end. The two of you slip inside, and she locks the door with a quiet click.
You stare at her, pulse racing.
“You’re crazy.”
Yeri turns to face you, eyes dark with heat. She steps closer, pressing her body against yours in the tight space.
“I’m crazy for your cock.”
She whispers, voice dripping with need.
“And after you let me down last time by not shooting your load all over my face… you owe me. Now you get to make it up to me.”
Before you can answer, she rises onto her tiptoes and wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you into a hungry kiss. Her lips are soft but demanding, her tongue sliding against yours immediately. At the same time, her hands are already working on your pants again, unbuttoning, unzipping, pushing them down just enough to free your still-hard cock. You groan into her mouth and reach around her, cupping her ass with both hands, squeezing the firm cheeks through the thin fabric of her dress and pulling her even closer. The kiss turns messier. Yeri’s fingers wrap around your bare cock, stroking slowly as she moans softly against your lips. Her mouth is hot and insistent against yours, her tongue sliding deep as she kisses you like she’s been starving for it all night. Her body presses flush to yours in the cramped stall, the sequins on her dress catching faintly against your shirt. You slide one hand down her side, fingers tracing the curve of her waist, then slip beneath the hem of her dress. The fabric rides up easily. Your palm meets smooth, warm skin, then the delicate edge of her panties. She moans softly into your mouth when your fingers push the thin material aside. She’s already soaked, heat radiating against your fingertips. You stroke her slowly at first, two fingers gliding up and down her slit, spreading her wetness before you sink them inside her. Yeri gasps, hips jerking forward, her walls clenching tight around your digits. At the same time, her hand strokes your length with the same lazy rhythm you’re using on her. The two of you move together - kissing, fingering, stroking - like you’re feeding off each other’s need.
But Yeri’s getting wetter by the second. You can hear the soft, wet sounds of your fingers pumping into her pussy. You can feel her arousal coating your hand as she rocks against you. Her body presses harder into yours, tits pushing against your chest, breath coming in short, needy pants between kisses.
“You’re making me so wet.”
She whispers against your lips.
“Fuck… I can hear it.”
“Your pussy feels so good when you’re this wet.”
You murmur back, curling your fingers deeper, brushing that spot inside her that makes her thighs shake.
“So fucking tight and slippery.”
Yeri laughs, almost in disbelief that she’s actually doing this, the sound turning into a moan when you thrust your fingers faster.
“I can’t be the only one that’s wet.”
She teases, giving your cock a firm, twisting stroke that makes your hips buck. A suggestive eyebrow makes you pull your hand out of her cunt. She sinks down into a squat in front of you, dress riding all the way up her thighs, heels planted on the tiled floor. Her face is now perfectly level with your cock, which is still hard from her earlier teasing under the table. She looks up at you once, eyes dark with hunger, that same teasing smirk from the rooftop bar curling on her lips. Without another word she leans in and takes your dick into her mouth.
The heat is overwhelming. Her lips stretch around your thickness as she sucks you down, tongue swirling along the underside. She bobs slowly at first, taking more with each pass, hollowing her cheeks. You groan, one hand resting on the back of her head, the other braced against the stall wall. After a few deep sucks she tries for more, pushing forward until her nose brushes your stomach, trying to take all of it. Her throat tightens around you and she gags softly, eyes watering, but she doesn’t pull back right away. Lipstick smears along your shaft in dark streaks. She gags again, the sound wet and filthy, then pulls off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her upper and lower lip with each other. When she looks up, that teasing smirk is back. Exactly the same one she wore while jerking you off right in front of Joy.
“Get my phone.”
You reach for her purse on the small windowsill above the toilet. She tells you the passcode. You unlock it and open the camera app.
“Take a few pictures for Joy.”
You hesitate, thumb hovering over the shutter button. The idea feels insane - filming this in a public bathroom stall - but you’ve done something similar with Winter before, taking pictures, even a video of you fake cuming on her face. The memory pushes you forward. You comply. Yeri immediately switches into full model mode. She straightens her posture even while squatting, tilts her head, parts her lips just so. It feels surreal: this gorgeous idol squatting in a bathroom stall, your cock in her hand, turning the moment into a private photoshoot.
She leans in and takes you back into her mouth, sucking slow and deep while you snap pictures. Every few seconds she pulls off just enough to pose, winking at the camera, pressing your cock against her cheek so the length is visible next to her face, or holding you with one hand while laying her tongue flat along the underside, pretending to lick you from base to tip but staying perfectly still so you can capture the shot. You keep clicking, the flash off, the sounds of the shutter mixing with her wet sucks and soft gags. She looks incredible - lipstick ruined, eyes watery, hair slightly messy - but she still manages to look like she’s on a runway.
You stop taking pictures when you feel her shift. Her focus turns needier now. She stops posing and starts sucking for real, deeper and faster, moaning around your cock like she’s forgotten the phone entirely. Except for one brief moment. She pulls off with a wet gasp and looks up at you.
“Send the best ones to Joy.”
You hesitate again, phone still in hand. Yeri rolls her eyes, that teasing smirk returning.
“Coward.”
She murmurs, but there’s no real bite in it. She strokes you slowly while she talks.
“I’m helping you out here. Showing her exactly how good your cock tastes… so when the time comes, she’ll be dying to take it herself.”
The words hit you hard. You finally nod, thumbs moving across the screen. You pick the clearest, most explicit shots - the ones where her tongue is pressed to your shaft, where her lips are stretched wide, where her eyes are locked on the camera while she sucks - and send them to Joy.
“Done.”
Yeri’s smirk widens. She rises back to her feet.
“Good. Now that that’s done…”
She presses her body against yours again, lips brushing your ear.
“You should take care of my pussy with that cock.”
You set the phone on the windowsill beside her purse. The kiss that follows is messy and hungry. The hem of her dress has ridden all the way up from squatting, so her clothed pussy is now rubbing directly against your bare cock. You grab her ass with both hands, squeezing the soft, firm cheeks, pulling her tighter against you.
Almost naturally, you lift her. Your hands slide under her thighs. Yeri wraps one arm around your neck for balance. Her other hand reaches down, pulling her panties to the side. You feel the wet heat of her pussy hovering right above your cock.
You sink her down slowly. The head of your cock parts her folds and slides inside her. Yeri moans into your mouth, legs tightening around your waist as you fill her completely.
You start fucking her right there, standing, holding her up, hips thrusting up while you bounce her on your cock.
The stall fills with the wet sounds of skin on skin and her breathless moans against your lips. Yeri clings to you tighter, whispering filthy little encouragements between kisses.
“Fuck me harder… just like that… use me…”
You do exactly that, gripping her ass and driving up into her again and again, the risk of the public bathroom only making everything feel more intense.
Yeri’s tight pussy stretches around your cock as you lift her higher, her walls clinging desperately to every inch until only the head remains inside her. She’s impossibly wet, her arousal coating your shaft and dripping down your balls. For a heartbeat she hovers there, gasping, eyes half-lidded and lips parted. Then you let gravity do the rest. You drop her. Yeri slams down hard onto your cock, taking every thick inch in one brutal, wet plunge. Her walls flutter violently around you as she’s impaled, a sharp, broken cry tearing from her throat.
“Fuuuck-!”
You don’t give her time to recover. You lift her again - slowly this time, feeling her pussy lips drag along your length, gripping greedily at the head - then let her fall once more. Gravity drives her down, stuffing her full in a single devastating stroke. The wet slap of her ass meeting your hips echoes loudly in the small stall.
Again.
And again.
You keep the brutal rhythm going, lifting her until she’s barely gripping your tip, then releasing her so she drops hard, her tight cunt swallowing all of you. Each fall makes her tits bounce inside the sequined dress, her head rolling back as she takes you deeper than she thought possible. Yeri becomes louder with every thrust.
“Ah-! Fuck-too deep-!”
Her voice cracks, turning into shameless, high-pitched moans that bounce off the tiled walls.
“You’re-splitting me-oh my god-!”
Her head lolls back completely now, neck arched, mouth open in a constant stream of broken cries. Every time you let her fall, her eyes flutter and roll back, lashes fluttering as her pussy spasms wildly around your cock. She’s so wet that obscene, squelching sounds fill the stall with every drop. Her juices run down your thighs and drip onto the floor. You grip her ass tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh, using it as leverage to bounce her even harder. Her legs wrap around your waist, heels digging into your lower back as she tries to hold on.
“Yes-yes-keep doing that-fuck me like that-!”
She sobs, voice hoarse and desperate.
“I’m so full-your cock is so deep-ahh-!”
You can feel her walls rippling and clenching rhythmically every time you bottom out. Her pussy is gushing now, soaking your cock and balls with every hard drop. Yeri’s entire body trembles in your arms. Her tits bounce in your rhythm. She tries to kiss you again but can barely manage it, her lips brush yours messily between moans, tongue flicking out weakly before her head falls back once more, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being repeatedly impaled on your cock.
“Harder please make me take it all-!”
She whines, voice breaking on every word.
“I’m yours-fuck-use my pussy-!”
You obey, lifting her higher this time, almost pulling out completely, before letting her crash down again. The force makes her cry out loud enough that you’re sure someone outside the bathroom must have heard. Yeri’s eyes are glassy, unfocused, completely lost to the pleasure as you keep bouncing her on your cock, gravity doing half the work, your strong arms and hips doing the rest. Her tight little pussy spasms harder and harder around you with every deep, punishing thrust, her moans turning into constant, shameless wails.
She’s getting closer. You can feel it. In the way her walls flutter and squeeze. In the way her thighs tremble violently around your waist. In the broken, desperate sounds spilling from her lips.
You keep fucking Yeri exactly like that, holding her up in your arms, her legs wrapped tight around your waist, her tight pussy taking every brutal drop. Each time you lift her high enough that only the head of your cock remains inside her, her walls flutter and cling desperately, trying to pull you back in. Then you let her fall. Gravity does the rest, slamming her down hard onto your length until her ass meets your hips with a loud, wet slap. Her pussy stretches wide around you, swallowing everything you make it take. Yeri’s nails dig viciously into your back through your shirt, sharp little crescents of pain that only make you fuck her harder. You answer by digging your fingers deeper into the soft, plump flesh of her ass, spreading her cheeks apart as you bounce her on your cock.
“Fuck-yes-!”
She cries out, head thrown back with her hair moving wildly. Her voice is raw and shameless, echoing off the tiles.
“You’re so deep-ahh-filling me up-!”
Her tits still bounce inside the sequined dress with every drop. Her pussy is soaked, gushing around your cock, the wet squelching sounds growing louder and filthier with each thrust. Every time you impale her, her walls spasm and squeeze, milking you like she never wants to let go. You don’t slow down. You lift her again - higher this time - until she’s whimpering at the empty feeling, then drop her hard. The force makes her cry out louder, her nails raking down your back as her body jolts in your arms.
Yeri’s phone, still sitting on the small windowsill, suddenly buzzes.
Once.
Twice.
Then it starts vibrating almost continuously, short, angry bursts that rattle against the metal sill. Joy is probably spamming her with furious messages, demanding to know what the hell is happening, cursing Yeri out, maybe even begging her to stop.
Neither of you care.
You don’t even glance at the phone. Yeri doesn’t either. Her eyes are rolled back, mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans as you keep dropping her onto your cock, using gravity to stuff her full over and over again.
“Harder-please-don’t stop-fuck me like a toy-!”
She sobs, voice cracking. Her legs tighten around you, heels digging into your lower back.
“Your cock feels so good-stretching my pussy-ahh-!”
You growl against her neck, fingers bruising her ass as you lift and drop her again, faster now. The burn in your arms is starting to creep in. Your muscles are straining from holding her weight and fucking her so relentlessly. But you push through it, driven by the wet heat of her cunt and the desperate sounds spilling from her lips.
Yeri’s head rolls back again, eyes fluttering, completely lost. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around you, getting tighter and wetter with every thrust. She’s close…but you don’t slow down.
The phone keeps buzzing on the windowsill. Joy’s angry messages are ignored.
All that matters right now is the tight, soaking grip of Yeri’s pussy, the sting of her nails in your back, and the lewd sound of her ass slapping against your hips as you keep impaling her again and again.
But your arms are definitely burning now. You can’t stop though. Not when she feels this fucking good.
You spin around inside the narrow stall, turning so Yeri’s back presses against the cold tiled wall. The sudden shift makes her gasp, but you don’t stop moving. You keep her impaled on your cock, legs still wrapped around your waist, and start fucking her harder against the wall.
Your arms are burning, a deep, aching fatigue spreading through your shoulders and biceps from holding her weight for so long. But Yeri is right on the edge, chasing her climax with desperate little rolls of her hips, and you refuse to change positions. You nail her against the wall with deep, forceful thrusts. Each one drives your cock all the way inside her tight, soaking pussy, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing loudly in the small space. Yeri’s back arches, her head thumping softly against the tiles as she moans brokenly.
“Fuck-yes-right there-don’t stop-!”
Her pussy is getting tighter by the second, walls pulsating and clenching around your cock like she’s trying to pull you even deeper. You can feel her getting close. The rhythmic spasms. The way her thighs tremble violently around your hips. The way her breath comes in short, desperate sobs.
You grab her arms and push them up, pinning her wrists together above her head against the wall with one hand. The new angle forces her back to arch even more, pushing her tits forward. You hold her entire body up now using just your cock buried inside her pussy and the grip on her wrists. Your other hand slides down between your bodies, fingers finding her sensitive clit. You rub her in fast, firm circles while you keep giving her deep strokes that nail her into the wall again and again.
Yeri starts to lose it completely. Her eyes roll back. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream before she finds her voice again.
“Nail me-fuck-nail me into the wall like a painting-please-harder-!”
Her voice cracks every time your cock bottoms out, as if you’re pushing the air out of her lungs.
“Use me-destroy my pussy-ahh-!”
You lean in closer, your lips brushing her ear as you pin her wrists tighter and rub her clit faster.
“Be a good girl for once. Cum on my cock.”
That’s all it takes.
Yeri’s entire body seizes up. Her pussy clamps down around you like a vice, pulsing violently as her orgasm crashes through her. A loud, broken cry tears from her throat - raw and shameless - echoing off the bathroom walls.
“Fuuuuck-! I’m cuming-cuming on your cock!”
Her walls flutter and squeeze in powerful waves, gushing around you as she shakes in your arms. Her head falls back against the wall, eyes screwed shut, mouth open in a constant moan while her climax rips through her. Her legs lock around your waist, heels digging hard into your lower back as she rides it out, pussy milking your cock with every spasm.
You keep thrusting through it, but slower now, deep and steady, letting her feel every part of your cock while she falls apart around you. Her wrists are still pinned above her head and her body is trembling violently against the wall as the orgasm drags on and on.
“So good… your cock feels so fucking good…”
She’s still twitching and clenching around your shaft, aftershocks rolling through her body, when her eyes finally flutter open again. They’re glassy, unfocused, and completely satisfied.
But the look she gives you is still hungry. You can feel her pussy still gently pulsing around your cock as she catches her breath, chest heaving against yours.
She licks her lips, then grins up at you.
“…Your turn.”
You slowly lower Yeri back down, your arms trembling from the strain of holding her up for so long. Her legs are shaky and weak, barely able to support her weight as her feet touch the tiled floor. The moment your cock slips out of her soaked pussy, she lets out a soft, disappointed whine.
“No… put it back…”
Her knees buckle slightly, one hand slapping against the wall for balance. She’s so thoroughly fucked-out that she can’t even protest properly. She just stands there on trembling legs, breathing hard, pussy still visibly clenching around nothing.
You don’t give her time to recover. Your own need is burning too hot now. You turn her around roughly, spinning her so she faces the stall wall. Yeri gasps but doesn’t resist. If anything, she pushes her ass back toward you instinctively. You step in close, trapping her between your body and the cold tiles. Your chest presses against her back, your cock - still rock hard and slick with her juices - resting heavily between her ass cheeks. Yeri’s breathing quickens immediately. You can hear it: short, shallow gasps against the wall.
You reach down with one hand, gripping the base of your cock, and align the head with her dripping pussy. The moment she feels the thick tip nudge against her entrance, her breath hitches sharply. You push in slowly. Inch by inch, you sink back into her tight, velvety heat. Yeri’s forehead presses against the tiles as she moans low and long, her walls stuttering wildly around every thick inch you feed her. She’s still so sensitive from her orgasm that the stretch makes her thighs shake. You don’t stop until your hips are flush against her ass, your cock buried to the hilt inside her once again. Yeri is completely filled, her pussy stretched tight around you, clenching like she never wants you to leave.
A broken, satisfied whimper escapes her lips.
“Fuck… so full again…You’re so deep…”
You stay there for a moment, letting her feel the entire moment of being filled to the brim, your chest pressed to her back, one hand braced on the wall beside her head. Your other hand grips her hip, holding her in place as you grind slowly against her ass, stirring your cock deep inside her. Yeri’s breathing is ragged now, hot little puffs against the cold tiles. Her legs are still shaking, but she pushes back against you anyway, greedy for more. You can feel her pussy pulsing around you, still sensitive and still dripping.
You start fucking Yeri hard from behind, driving your cock into her with deep, powerful thrusts that slam her body against the stall wall. Each snap of your hips forces a wet slap of skin on skin, her soaked pussy taking every inch as you pound into her. Yeri has to turn her head to the side so her forehead doesn’t bang against the tiles with every brutal thrust. Now her left cheek is pressed flush against the cold wall, rubbing back and forth against the smooth surface every time you drive into her. Her mouth stays open, broken moans spilling out continuously as she struggles to stay upright on her shaky legs.
“Ah-! Fuck-! So hard-! You’re-ngh-fucking me so deep-!”
She’s barely able to form full sentences anymore, but she tries anyway, desperate to push you closer to the edge.
“You feel that?”
She pants between moans, cheek sliding against the tiles.
“My pussy is still so tight for you… even after I came all over your cock…”
She tries to sound bratty, but it comes out wrecked and needy.
“I bet Joy would love this too… getting railed against a wall like a little slut… bet she’d moan even louder than me if you fucked her like-ahh-!”
You’ve had enough.
“Shut up.”
Your free hand moves up, pressing firmly against the back of her head. You push her face harder into the wall, squishing her left cheek against the cold tiles. Her words instantly turn into muffled, unintelligible strings of sound.
“mmph-! Fmmph-! mmm!”
Her lips and cheek are pressed flat. Yeri’s eyes flutter, a fresh wave of arousal flooding her pussy at the rough treatment. She doesn’t fight it. If anything, she pushes her ass back against you even harder, silently begging for more. And you keep pounding into her without mercy, hips snapping forward, cock spearing deep into her tight cunt again and again. The new angle lets you hit even deeper, the head of your cock grinding against her sensitive spots with every thrust. Her muffled moans vibrate against the wall, her body jolting forward with each powerful stroke. Even with her face pinned, she keeps trying to talk back. Bratty little sounds that come out as wet, garbled nonsense.
You lean in closer as you rail her harder.
“That’s better. Just take it like a good girl.”
Yeri whimpers loudly into the wall, her pussy spasming around your cock. She’s soaking wet, juices running down her thighs. Even after her own orgasm, she’s clearly determined to help you reach yours, pushing back to meet every stroke, squeezing her inner walls around you on purpose, doing everything she can to make you lose control. Her cheek stays smashed against the tiles, eyes half-lidded and glassy with pleasure, completely at your mercy while you fuck her relentlessly from behind. You can feel your own climax building fast now, the tight heat of her pussy, the way she’s still trembling from her earlier orgasm, the filthy sounds she makes even when muffled, all of that pushes you closer.
Yeri is still trying to be a brat, even like this, making little defiant noises against the wall, as if daring you to fuck her even harder. You keep pounding into Yeri from behind, driving her body against the wall with every deep, hard thrust. Her cheek is smashed against the cold tiles, her mouth open, drooling slightly as broken moans spill out of her. Suddenly, her hand flies up and grabs your wrist, the one pinning her head to the wall. Her fingers wrap around it tightly.
“Mmmph-hurts…”
She manages to mumble against the tiles, the word barely intelligible. You freeze instantly, worry spiking through the haze of lust. You quickly release her head, pulling your hand back.
“Shit, are you okay?”
Yeri slowly turns her head over her shoulder to look at you. The moment her eyes meet yours, that familiar bratty, wicked smile spreads across her face with her lipstick smeared, her cheeks flushed, her hair a complete mess. She laughs breathlessly.
“Got you.”
You stare at her, realization hitting you. She was playing you, faking the pain just to make you let go so she could keep being a little brat.
“You little-”
Before you can finish, she cuts you off, voice dripping with smug satisfaction even while your cock is still buried deep inside her.
“I bet Joy would love your cock.”
She purrs, pushing her ass back against you.
“If you fucked her like this… she wouldn’t even care if her boyfriend was watching. She’d probably beg you to ruin her right in front of him.”
You narrow your eyes, heat and irritation mixing with raw arousal.
“You’re a depraved whore, you know that?”
Yeri laughs again, completely unashamed.
“Thank you.”
You reach over to the windowsill, grab her phone, and unlock it with the code she gave you earlier. Yeri’s eyes widen when she sees what you’re doing.
“What are you-?”
“You wanted pictures for Joy earlier. Let’s send her some real ones. Show her what a filthy slut her friend actually is.”
Yeri’s body tenses hard around your cock. A flash of surprise, worry, and undeniable arousal flickers across her face. Earlier, when she posed for the pictures, she had control - she looked hot, put-together, in charge. Now she’s a wreck: makeup ruined and smeared, hair sticking to her sweaty face, cheek still red from being pressed against the tiles, a thin trail of drool at the corner of her mouth.
You angle the phone and take the first picture - a close-up of her face, completely destroyed, pressed against the wall while your cock is buried inside her. The second her pussy registers the flash and the humiliation, it clenches violently around your dick. You slow your thrusts on purpose, focusing on the camera. Yeri whimpers and immediately starts pushing back against you, trying to fuck herself on your cock. You grab the back of her head again and press her cheek harder into the tiles, then snap another picture - her face smushed, eyes glassy, looking utterly ruined while you’re balls-deep inside her. Yeri lets out a needy, embarrassed whimper, only able to imagine how pathetic and slutty she must look right now. You lean back slightly and angle the phone downward, capturing a clear shot of your thick cock stretching her pussy open from behind, her ass cheeks spread around you, her juices visibly coating your shaft.
“Stop-fuck-stop taking pictures. Just cum in my pussy… please… fill me up…”
You take one more picture, then finally set the phone back on the windowsill. You grab her hips with both hands and resume the brutal pace from earlier, slamming into her hard and deep.
“Needy little bitch.”
Your voice is dark with lust.
“You act all bratty but the second I treat you like the slut you are, you start begging for my cum.”
Yeri moans loudly, pushing back to meet every thrust, her pussy fluttering and squeezing around you as you ruin her against the wall. You keep slamming into her from behind, fucking her hard against the stall wall. Her cheek stays pressed to the cold tiles, her body jolting with every deep thrust.
“I’m getting close.”
You growl into her ear.
The second the words leave your mouth, Yeri’s entire body reacts. Her pussy clenches violently around your cock, and a fresh wave of wetness floods around you.
“You better shoot your load into my pussy this time.”
Her voice trembles with need.
“Don’t you dare pull out-fill me up. I want every drop.”
You press her harder into the wall, your chest flush against her back as you fuck her even deeper. The wet, filthy sounds of your cock pounding into her soaked cunt echo loudly in the small stall. Yeri reaches back with one hand, blindly grabbing your free wrist. She drags your hand around to her front and presses it firmly against her clothed tits. You grope her roughly through the sequined dress, fingers digging into the soft, full flesh. Her tits feel incredible in your palm. You knead and squeeze them hard, rolling her nipples between your fingers while you continue to rail her from behind.
The combination is too much. The tight, wet grip of her pussy, the way her walls flutter and milk you, the soft weight of her tits in your hand.
Your hips stutter.
“Fuck-I’m cuming-”
You bury yourself as deep as you can and let go. Your orgasm hits hard. Thick, heavy ropes of cum erupt inside Yeri’s pussy, flooding her in wave after wave. You keep thrusting through it, grinding deep, making sure every drop pumps into her. Yeri trembles violently between your body and the wall, a broken, satisfied moan spilling from her lips as she feels you filling her up.
“So much… you’re filling me so much…”
She whimpers, her pussy spasming around your pulsing cock, milking every last spurt. You stay buried inside her for a long moment, breathing hard against the back of her neck as the last pulses of your orgasm fade. Only then do you slowly pull out. The moment your cock slips free, Yeri’s hand moves between her legs. She quickly pulls her soaked panties back into place, trapping your cum inside her. A soft, possessive little sound escapes her as she makes sure nothing leaks out. When she finally turns around to face you, her left cheek is bright red, the faint imprint of the tile pattern still visible on her skin. Her makeup is ruined. Mascara smudged, lipstick completely gone, hair a wild mess. She looks thoroughly fucked.
And yet, she smiles up at you. That same bratty, satisfied smile as always.
You tuck your cock back into your pants and zip up, still catching your breath. Yeri steps closer, tilting her head playfully.
“I’ll expect similar treatment at the next script reading.”
You walk down the quiet hallway of the SM building. You had just dropped Karina and Giselle off at their practice room a few minutes ago. The tension between the three of you makes the air feel thick in the apartment, but at least for now, you have a moment of peace.
Suddenly, you hear light, quick footsteps approaching from behind.
“Oppa!”
Before you can turn fully, Winter is already there. She throws her arms around your neck in a tight hug, pressing her body flush against yours. She rises onto her tiptoes immediately, tilting her head up to kiss you. It’s not a quick, innocent peck. It’s needy, lingering, her lips soft and warm as she kisses you like she’s been waiting all day for this. When she finally pulls back just enough to look at you, her eyes are dark and hungry.
“Hi.”
She whispers, still holding onto you, not stepping away. You can feel the heat radiating off her, the way her hips press subtly against you. She’s obviously needy.
“Winter… hey.”
You manage, trying to sound neutral. She bites her lower lip, looking up at you with those big, pleading eyes.
“When are you finally going to have sex with me?”
Her voice is sweet, but her question is laced with clear frustration.
“I’ve been waiting… I thought after everything…”
You swallow hard.
“Soon. I promise. Just… not right now.”
Winter’s expression shifts. She doesn’t look satisfied at all. She leans in closer.
“You always say ‘soon’…”
She murmurs, almost pouting.
“I want you now. I’ve been thinking about it every day.”
As she talks, something feels off. Her tone is too eager, too urgent. It almost feels like she’s trying to seduce you as quickly as possible. Like she’s hoping to get you to fuck her before November is officially over. The realization makes your stomach twist. Karina already lost the bet… so why is Winter still pushing this hard? Are you being played?
You do your best to deflect gently, keeping your hands on her waist but creating a little space between your bodies.
“Winter, I can’t right now. I have things to do and-”
Footsteps echo from further down the hallway. Winter’s eyes widen slightly. She quickly pulls back, fixing her expression into something more innocent.
“See you later, oppa.”
She says sweetly, giving you one last quick kiss on the cheek before turning and hurrying toward the practice room.
You let out a long sigh of relief, shoulders relaxing as you watch her disappear around the corner. Thank God.
You start walking again, trying to shake off the encounter. But then you stop dead in your tracks. Further down the hallway, leaning casually against the doorframe of another practice room with her arms crossed, is Joy.
She’s wearing a bright red, tight-fitting dress that hugs her upper body especially well. The hem is short, showing off her long legs. Her short dark hair frames her face perfectly, red lipstick making her lips stand out. She has her eyes fixed on you, her gaze looking slightly dangerous.
There’s a beat of silence.
But Joy’s lips slowly curve into a small smile. She doesn’t move from her spot, just watches you with that intense gaze, like she’s been waiting for you to notice her.
The hallway suddenly feels much smaller. You stand there, heart picking up speed again, unsure what to say or do as Joy continues to stare at you with clear, unmistakable interest. You take a few steps forward, closing the distance between you and Joy. The hallway suddenly feels narrower, the air thicker.
She’s leaning against the doorframe, one leg slightly bent, looking effortlessly confident. But you can see it. The tiny crack in her composure. Her eyes meet yours, and there’s a flicker of something raw beneath the calm surface. Lust. She tries to hide it, but it’s there.
You haven’t seen her since that night at the rooftop bar with Yeri and her boyfriend. The memory of those pictures you sent - Yeri on her knees, ruined makeup, your cock in her mouth - hangs between you like smoke.
“Hey.”
You try to keep your voice casual.
Joy straightens a little.
“Hey.”
There’s a short, awkward pause.
She tilts her head.
“What are you doing here?”
“Just dropped Karina and Giselle off at practice.”
Joy nods, but her eyes don’t leave yours. Then, without any warning, she asks something that catches you completely off guard.
“Does Karina have a problem with you fucking other women?”
The question hits like a sudden drop. You blink, surprised by how direct she is, but you answer honestly.
“No… she doesn’t. Actually, it kind of started as her idea.”
You watch Joy’s reaction carefully. For a split second, jealousy flashes clearly in her eyes. She wants this. She wants you. Badly. But her relationship is still holding her back. You can see the internal war playing out behind her composed expression.
Yeri’s words echo in your head:
“I’m helping you out… so she’ll definitely take your cock soon.”
You decide not to waste the opportunity.
Trying to sound as innocent as possible, you ask.
“Do you… want to dance again? Like last time?”
Several emotions flicker across Joy’s face in rapid succession: surprise, raw lust, hunger, a flash of disgust at herself, guilt, and then clear interest.
She hesitates for a long moment. Then, quietly, almost like she’s convincing herself:
“…Yeah. Just… practicing some dancing.”
She turns around without another word and walks into the empty practice room. You follow her inside.
The door clicks shut behind you. The practice room is dimly lit, mirrors lining the walls. Joy stops in the middle of the room, her back to you for a second, before she turns to face you again. She looks nervous. Excited. Guilty. But mostly… hungry.
The silence stretches between you, thick with tension. She holds your gaze, then reaches into her small bag and pulls out her phone. A few taps later, the opening beats of your song "Addicted" start playing through the practice room’s speakers. The low, seductive bass fills the space.
Joy puts the phone down on the floor near the mirror and steps toward you. She moves exactly like the female dancer in your usual performance. She walks right up to you, close enough that you can smell her perfume. You instinctively place your hand on the small of her back, just like you do on stage. But Joy doesn’t put her arm around your neck. Instead, she places her palm flat on your chest. Her fingers slowly slide downward, tracing the lines of your abs through your shirt as she bends backward in a smooth, controlled arch. Her body rolls sensually, pressing her hips forward so her core grinds lightly against the front of your pants, right over your growing bulge. You feel the heat of her through the fabric. The teasing pressure makes your cock twitch. She holds the backbend for a moment longer than the usual choreography, eyes locked on yours the entire time, before she straightens up and steps away, continuing the dance.
You both fall into the choreography…more or less accurately at first. The familiar moves feel electric now that it’s just the two of you in this empty room. Your hands find her waist during the turns, her body rolls against you during the slower sections.
The song builds. As the second verse starts and your voice fills the studio:
"You know what you do when you look at me…"
Joy stops dancing. She stands straight in front of you, breathing slightly heavier. Without breaking eye contact, she reaches up and slowly unbuttons the top button of her red dress. Then the second. The fabric parts just enough to reveal more of her cleavage and the hem of her bra.
"Biting your lip, dropping to your knees…"
Joy does exactly that. She bites her lower lip, eyes never leaving yours, and gracefully sinks down to her knees right in front of you. The moment her knees hit the practice room floor, her hands move to your belt. She unbuckles it with steady fingers, then pulls down your zipper. The sound is loud in the quiet room, mixing with the beat of your own song.
She looks up at you, lips slightly parted, a mix of nervousness and raw hunger in her expression. Your cock strains against your boxers as she tugs your pants and underwear down just enough to free you. The cool air hits your skin for only a second before her warm breath ghosts over your length. Joy stays on her knees, one hand wrapping loosely around the base of your cock, staring up at you like she still can’t quite believe she’s doing this.
The song continues playing in the background, your voice echoing through the mirrors.
"Swallowing me whole, like you need the taste…"
Joy’s tongue darts out, wetting her lips. She leans forward slowly, parts her lips and takes the head into her warm mouth. She starts slowly, almost carefully, her tongue swirling around the tip, tasting you with soft, tentative licks. A quiet hum vibrates from her throat as she sinks a little deeper, sucking gently.
“It’s… just this once.”
She whispers, pulling back just enough to speak, her breath hot against your wet skin.
“This doesn’t mean anything… okay? Just… one time.”
She leans in again, taking more of your cock into her mouth, her lips stretching around your thickness. Her head bobs slowly, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before opening again, still trying to convince herself.
“This is just… practice.”
She murmurs between slow sucks, voice a little shaky.
“We’re just dancing… that’s all…”
But her actions betray her words. Her tongue presses flat against the underside of your cock as she takes you deeper, sucking with more purpose. Her free hand rests on your thigh, fingers digging in slightly. You rest your hand gently on the back of her head. Joy moans softly around you, the vibration traveling straight through your length.
She pulls off for a second, catching her breath.
“It’s not cheating… right? Not if your cock is bigger than his…”
The confession slips out in a breathless whisper, and the moment she says it, her cheeks flush darker. She immediately dives back down, taking you deeper this time, sucking harder as if trying to drown out her own words. You let her set the pace for a little longer, but the need building inside you makes your grip on the back of her head firmer. Slowly, you start guiding her movements, fucking her mouth with slow, deep thrusts. Joy whimpers around your cock but doesn’t pull away. Her eyes water as you push a little deeper than she can comfortably take. She gags softly, spit dripping from the corners of her mouth and running down her chin, eventually falling into the deep cleavage of her red dress.
You pull back slightly, letting her breathe, but she only leans forward again, eager despite the mess. Another thrust, deeper this time, and more spit spills down her chin, dripping onto her tits and making the fabric of her dress glisten.
“It’s… just once…”
She mumbles again when you let her pull off for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to your cock. Her voice is hoarse, eyes glassy.
“Just… helping with the choreo… that’s all…”
But even as she says it, she opens her mouth again, taking you back in willingly. Her head moves in time with your slow thrusts. Her hands grip your thighs as you fuck her face with controlled, steady strokes. Every time you push a little too deep, she gags wetly, more drool spilling down her chin and onto her chest. The sight is filthy. Her red dress getting stained, her makeup starting to smudge, her eyes watering as she looks up at you. You can feel her throat tightening around you, her tongue still working desperately even as she struggles to take everything you give her. Joy’s muffled moans grow needier, her body shifting on her knees as if she’s getting turned on by her own surrender. She pulls off just long enough to gasp.
“Don’t stop… just… fuck my mouth…”
Then she’s back on you, letting you use her throat while she keeps mumbling weak excuses between gags and slurps.
“It’s not cheating… it’s not…”
But her actions say something completely different. The red dress has ridden up high on her thighs as she takes your cock back into her warm, wet mouth. The song "Addicted" continues playing through the practice room speakers, your own voice filling the space with its low, seductive rap verses and catchy chorus.
She knows this is wrong. She knows it with every slow bob of her head, every swirl of her tongue around your shaft. Her boyfriend is waiting somewhere, completely unaware. But right now, with your cock sliding between her lips and your hand resting on the back of her head, the guilt only seems to make her wetter.
“It’s just once…”
She tells herself again, trying to convince herself even as she sucks you deeper.
Just helping with the choreo… nothing more…
But your song is playing, and the lyrics hit her differently now.
"You know what you do when you look at me… Biting your lip, dropping to your knees…"
She feels every word like it was written for this exact moment.
Joy pulls back slightly, gasping for air once more. Her eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed.
“I shouldn’t be doing this…This is so wrong…”
Yet she immediately leans forward again, taking your cock back into her mouth with a needy hum. Her head moves with more confidence now, sucking you deeper, her tongue pressing firmly against the underside as she works your length.
She really is starting to like your cock. The thickness, the way it stretches her lips, the heavy weight on her tongue…it’s intoxicating. She can see exactly why Yeri let you fuck her like a cheap slut in that bathroom stall. The pictures Yeri sent had already shocked her. Yeri on her knees, lipstick ruined, eyes watery. But the ones with Yeri’s face pressed against the tiles, makeup smeared, drooling while you fucked her from behind… those had stunned Joy even more. Her boyfriend had never been rough with her. Never pinned her down like that. Never made her feel used and wanted at the same time.
Joy moans around your cock, the vibration traveling through you as she takes you deeper, gagging softly when the tip hits the back of her throat. More spit drips down her chin, landing on her cleavage and making the red fabric darker. She pulls off for a second, breathing hard.
“Your cock…It’s so much bigger than his… fuck…”
She looks up at you with hazy eyes, conflicted but clearly excited.
“I can’t believe Yeri sent me those pictures… especially the ones where you had her face against the wall.”
She licks her lips, then leans in and kisses the side of your shaft.
“She looked so wrecked… I kept staring at them. I shouldn’t have… but I did.”
Joy takes you back into her mouth, sucking with renewed hunger. Her head moves faster now, cheeks hollowing as she works you eagerly. She’s no longer pretending this is just “practicing.” She’s sucking you off because she wants to. Because she’s getting wetter thinking about what’s coming next.
She wants your cock inside her. She wants to feel what Yeri felt. The song reaches the bridge, your voice low and cocky through the speakers.
"Tell me you’re addicted too… Tell me you can’t sleep without me inside you…"
Joy whimpers around your length, her free hand slipping between her own thighs, rubbing herself through her soaked panties as she continues blowing you. She’s completely lost in it now. Excited, guilty, and aching for you to fuck her properly. Her eyes flick up to meet yours again, watery and desperate, silently begging you to take control and give her what she’s been fantasizing about since she saw those pictures.
She stays on her knees for a while longer, completely focused on your cock. She sucks you with slow, hungry devotion, taking you deep, then pulling back to swirl her tongue around the head, licking up every drop of spit and pre-cum that leaks from you. Her eyes are half-lidded, cheeks flushed, and every few seconds she lets out a soft, needy moan that vibrates around your length. She seems to be genuinely enjoying it now, lost in the taste and the weight of you on her tongue.
She pulls off for a moment, breathing heavily
“Fuck… your cock tastes so good.”
She whispers, almost to herself. Then she leans in again, sucking you deeper, her head bobbing with more rhythm as she starts to lose herself in it.
After a minute, Joy reaches into the deep cleavage of her red dress. Her fingers fish around for a second before she pulls out a small, silver condom packet she had tucked securely under the strap of her bra. You watch, surprised and turned on, as she rips the packet open with her teeth. She holds the condom between her fingers, looks up at you with dark, hazy eyes, and slowly rolls it down your hard, glistening cock. Her hands are steady, but her breathing is shaky.
Once it’s on, she doesn’t waste time. She leans forward and takes you back into her mouth, sucking you through the thin latex. The sensation is different, but still incredibly hot. Joy moans around you, clearly enjoying the act of sucking you while you’re wrapped up, her tongue pressing against the underside as she works you deeper. She keeps going like that for a while, eyes watering slightly whenever she takes you too deep, spit dripping down her chin onto her dress.
Eventually, she pulls, breathing hard.
“Floor. I want you between my legs.”
You don’t argue. Joy lies back on the cool practice room floor, the red dress riding up her thighs as she spreads her legs for you. You kneel between them, pushing the hem of her dress higher until her soaked red panties are fully exposed. You hook your fingers into the waistband and pull them to the side, revealing her glistening, puffy pussy. She’s dripping wet. You lean down and drag your tongue slowly up her slit, tasting her. Joy’s back arches instantly, a broken moan escaping her lips.
“Oh my god…”
You eat her out with focused hunger, long, slow licks followed by firm circles around her clit. At the same time, you slide two fingers inside her tight heat, curling them upward while your thumb rubs her clit in steady strokes. Joy’s hips buck against your face, her hands flying down to grip your hair.
“Fuck-yes-right there-”
She gasps, voice trembling.
“Your tongue feels so good… don’t stop-”
You keep going, licking and sucking her clit while your fingers pump into her, making wet, lewd sounds that mix with the fading music still playing in the background. Joy’s thighs start to shake around your head, her moans growing louder and more desperate. She’s soaking your chin and fingers, her pussy twitching. Joy looks down at you between her legs, eyes glassy with lust, breathing ragged.
“Oh fuck…”
You eat her out with slow, steady licks, long strokes from her entrance up to her clit, then firm circles around the sensitive bud. Every time her breathing starts to quicken and her thighs begin to tremble, you pull back and switch to kissing her inner thighs instead. Soft, open-mouthed kisses, gentle bites, your tongue tracing lazy patterns on her smooth skin.
The back-and-forth drives her insane. Every time she feels her orgasm building - hips lifting, breath hitching, fingers tightening in your hair - you switch again, focusing on her thighs and denying her the direct stimulation she craves.
Joy’s body shakes with frustration and need.
“Stop-ah-stop teasing me…”
She whines as her voice cracks.
“Please… just make me feel good… I can’t take it anymore…”
You kiss her inner thigh again, right next to her dripping pussy, making her whimper.
“You want my cock? Or do you want my tongue in your pussy?”
Joy tries to answer, but the moment she opens her mouth you lick a slow, wet stripe along her thigh, dangerously close to her folds but not quite there.
“I- I want- fuck-”
She stutters, hips twitching desperately.
You do it again, another teasing kiss on her thigh, then a gentle bite. Joy’s head falls back against the floor, a frustrated, needy sob escaping her.
“Your cock…I want your cock… please…”
You smile against her skin.
“Good girl.”
The praise makes Joy whimper loudly, her pussy visibly clenching around nothing. You move up between her legs, kneeling right there. Your condom-covered cock is rock hard and throbbing as you align the head with her soaked entrance. You rub it up and down her slit once, coating yourself in her wetness, teasing her clit with the tip. Joy’s breath catches, her nails scrape against the wooden floor. You push forward slowly, the thick head stretching her open as you sink into her tight, dripping pussy. Joy’s back arches off the floor, a long, broken moan tearing from her throat as you fill her inch by inch.
“Oh my god… you’re so big…”
You don’t stop until you’re buried to the hilt inside her, hips pressed flush against hers. Her walls flutter and squeeze around you, still sensitive from your earlier teasing. You stay there for a moment, letting her adjust, feeling her pulse around your cock. Joy looks up at you with glassy, desperate eyes, breathing hard.
“Please… fuck me…”
You start thrusting into Joy’s tight, wet pussy with slow, deep strokes, savoring the way her walls grip your cock. The moment you pick up a steady rhythm, Joy becomes surprisingly loud. She doesn’t talk much, no long sentences, but the sounds she makes fill the entire practice room. Soft, breathy whines spill from her lips with every thrust. High-pitched whimpers when you bottom out. Little broken moans that grow louder as you fuck her harder.
“Ah… ahh… mmph-”
Every time you drive into her, a needy sound escapes her. Her head tilts back against the floor, eyes half-closed, mouth open as she lets out continuous, shameless noises.
“Deeper…”
She gasps occasionally, voice trembling.
“Mmm- harder…”
That’s all she manages. The rest is just raw, instinctive sounds: whines, whimpers, and moans that echo off the mirrors around you.
You look down at her, hands gripping her naked thighs, spreading them wider as you ruin her pussy with steady, powerful thrusts. Her red dress is bunched uselessly around her waist, her body jolting beautifully every time your hips slap against hers.
Your eyes drift to her chest. Her tits bounce with every thrust, not dramatically yet, but enough to draw your full attention. You can’t stop staring, wondering how they’d feel in your hands, how heavy they’d be, how soft her nipples would feel between your fingers.
Joy notices. Even through her moans, she sees where your gaze is locked. Her lips part, and between two shaky whimpers she manages to ask.
“You want to see them…?”
You nod, breathing hard. Without hesitation, Joy reaches down, grabs the hem of her red dress, and pulls it up and over her head in one smooth motion. She tosses the dress aside, leaving her in just her red bra. She arches her back slightly, reaches behind herself, and unhooks the bra with ease. The straps slide down her shoulders, and she pulls it off completely.
Her tits spill free. They’re fuller and heavier than you expected, beautiful, soft, with pretty pink nipples already hard from arousal. The moment the bra is gone, they bounce more freely with every thrust you give her, jiggling hypnotically as you fuck her. Joy’s moans grow a little louder now that she’s fully exposed. Her hands move up to cup her own breasts for a second, squeezing them gently before letting them go again, letting them bounce naturally as you continue pounding into her.
You can’t take your eyes off them. The sight of her perfect tits bouncing while you ruin her tight pussy on the practice room floor is almost too much. Her loud, needy whimpers and moans keep filling the room, mixing with the wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out of her soaked cunt. Joy’s head falls back again, another long, trembling whine escaping her as you thrust deeper. You keep pounding into Joy’s tight, wet pussy with steady, deep strokes, your hands still gripping her naked thighs and your eyes are locked on her tits. They bounce beautifully with every thrust. You can’t help but compare them silently to Karina’s. Karina’s are perky and perfectly shaped, sitting high on her chest with cute, sensitive nipples that always get rock hard the moment you touch them. Joy’s are noticeably smaller, with a natural softness that makes them jiggle more freely. Her nipples are a pretty shade of pink, already stiff and begging for attention.
After a few more thrusts, you make up your mind. You want a taste. You lean down without slowing your rhythm, still fucking her deep and steady, and wrap your lips around one of her tits. You suck greedily, tongue swirling around her hard nipple before you gently bite down. Her back arches sharply off the floor, pushing her chest harder into your mouth. A loud, broken moan tears from her throat as her hands fly to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair.
“Ah-! Yes- suck them-!”
She pulls you deeper into her tits, pressing your face between her soft, warm mounds. You switch from one nipple to the other, sucking harder, licking, gently biting while your hips keep snapping forward, cock plunging into her soaked pussy again and again.
The combination is overwhelming for her. Being fucked deep and having her tits worshipped at the same time makes Joy lose control. Her back stays arched off the ground, body trembling as loud, needy moans spill from her lips without restraint.
“Oh my god- fuck- it feels so good-!”
She tries not to think about her boyfriend. She really does. But the comparison creeps in anyway. Her boyfriend is gentle. Sweet. He touches her like she’s fragile. He never fucks her like this, never pins her down, never sucks on her tits while pounding her pussy, never makes her moan this loudly.
You’re different. Rougher. Hungrier. You’re taking what you want, and her body is responding in ways she didn’t know it could. The guilt flickers in the back of her mind, but it’s quickly drowned out by pleasure. Joy’s fingers tighten in your hair, pulling you even harder against her chest as she whimpers.
“Don’t stop-please-suck them harder-fuck me deeper-!”
Her pussy stutters around your cock, getting wetter with every thrust. Her tits jiggle against your face as you devour them, sucking and licking while you ruin her on the practice room floor. Joy’s head falls back, another loud, shameless moan echoing through the mirrors. She’s completely lost in it now, back arched, tits in your mouth, pussy stuffed full of your cock, moaning like she doesn’t care who might hear. You keep fucking Joy with deep, steady thrusts, your cock sliding in and out of her tight, soaking pussy while your mouth stays latched onto her tits. You suck harder on one nipple, tongue flicking over the stiff peak, then switch to the other, lavishing it with the same hungry attention. Your free hand moves from her thigh down between your bodies. Your fingers find her swollen clit and start rubbing it in firm, fast circles, matching the rhythm of your hips.
Joy’s reaction is instant and overwhelming. Her moans grow much louder, echoing through the empty practice room.
“Ah-! Fuck-! Too much-!”
She cries out, voice cracking. Her back arches sharply off the floor again, pushing her tits harder into your mouth. She can barely handle the triple stimulation. Your thick cock stretching and pounding her pussy, your mouth sucking greedily on her sensitive tits, and your fingers rubbing her clit without mercy. She doesn’t know what she wants more. She can’t decide. The cock filling her so deep, the wet heat of your mouth on her nipples, or the relentless pressure on her clit. All three sensations crash into her at once, leaving her a trembling, moaning mess.
“Oh my god-I can’t-it feels too good-!”
Her hips jerk uncontrollably against you.
You don’t let up. You keep thrusting into her, sucking her tits, and rubbing her clit all at the same time, determined to push her over the edge. Joy’s moans turn into desperate, broken cries. Her walls start spasming wildly around your cock, getting tighter and tighter. Suddenly, her entire body seizes up. She arches her back even further off the floor, hips bucking up violently as her orgasm crashes through her.
“Fuuuuck-! I’m cuming-cuming-!”
Her pussy clamps down hard around your cock, pulsing and spasming in powerful waves. She shatters around you, gushing wetly as her climax rips through her body. Her thighs shake uncontrollably, her tits bouncing wildly as she trembles beneath you.
You have to fight hard to hold it together. Her pussy is milking you so tightly, rippling and squeezing around your cock like it’s trying to pull your orgasm out of you. Combined with the sight and feel of her tits in your mouth and the way she’s moaning and falling apart…it’s almost too much. You grit your teeth and keep thrusting through her orgasm, fucking her deep and steady, riding out every wave of her climax until her body slowly starts to calm down. Joy’s back finally lowers back to the floor. Her chest heaves with heavy breaths, her face flushed and glistening with sweat. Her pussy continues to flutter weakly around your cock, aftershocks still rolling through her. She looks up at you with glassy, fucked-out eyes, lips parted, breathing ragged. You’re still buried deep inside her, rock hard and throbbing, having barely managed to hold back your own release.
Joy’s body slowly relaxes beneath you, her back finally lowering to the cool practice room floor. Her chest rises and falls with heavy sighs. The loud, shameless moans and whimpers from moments ago have quieted into soft, exhausted pants. Her pussy continues to flutter weakly around your cock, still buried deep inside her, aftershocks gently pulsing through her.
For a moment, she almost forgets the music is still playing. Then the beat shifts. The familiar opening of your "Ride It" starts filling the room. The moment Joy hears it, something changes in her eyes. A fresh spark of lust flickers across her flushed face. For the first time in a long time, she feels a strong, almost overwhelming urge to ride. It’s not that she usually dislikes being on top, but with her boyfriend, it never felt like this. He never made her want to take control, to bounce on his cock like a desperate slut. With you, though… with your thick cock still stretching her and your song playing in the background… she suddenly craves it. And the mirrors surrounding you two only make it hotter. She’ll be able to watch herself, watch every bounce, every roll of her hips, every expression on her face as she rides you.
Joy looks up at you, breathing still heavy.
“Lie down.”
You pull out of her and lie back on the floor. Joy immediately climbs on top of you, straddling your hips. She reaches down, wraps her hand around your condom-covered cock, and lines it up with her dripping entrance. She sinks down, taking every inch until her ass rests against your thighs. A deep, satisfied moan escapes her as she feels you fill her again. Then she starts riding. To the rhythm of your own song.
Joy rolls her hips slowly at first, grinding down on your cock, letting the beat guide her. Her hands rest on your chest for balance as she begins to bounce. Her tits jiggle with every movement, the red dress long discarded, leaving her completely naked on top of you. You place your hands on her waist, fingers digging into her soft skin as you let her take control. Your palms explore her body, sliding up her sides, cupping her bouncing tits, thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. You enjoy the view. Her tits look incredible as they bounce freely while she rides you. But in the back of your mind, you can’t help but miss Karina’s. Because of this stupid NNN bet, you haven’t been able to touch, squeeze, or suck on Karina’s tits properly since the beginning of the month. The memory of how they feel in your hands, flickers through your thoughts even as Joy rides you like a slut to your own song.
Joy’s moans start growing again, mixing with the lyrics of "Ride It" playing around you. She leans forward slightly, hands planted on your chest, bouncing harder, chasing the pleasure she clearly craves. Her eyes are half-lidded, lips parted, completely lost in riding your cock while your own voice fills the practice room. She looks down at you, voice breathy and needy between moans.
“Fuck… your cock feels so good…”
Joy keeps bouncing on your cock, her hips rising and falling with increasing rhythm. She’s fully committed now, no hesitation, no more half-hearted excuses. She lifts herself up until only the head remains inside her, then slams back down, taking every inch with a wet slap. Her tits bounce beautifully with every movement. You can’t resist anymore. Your hands slide up her body and cup her full, soft breasts, squeezing them greedily. You massage them firmly, thumbs brushing over her hard nipples, rolling and pinching them between your fingers as she rides you.
Joy moans louder at the added stimulation.
“Ah-! Yes-play with them-!”
She watches herself in the mirrors that line the practice room walls. The sight turns her on even more. She sees herself, completely naked, flushed and sweaty, bouncing shamelessly on your cock like a slut. Her tits jiggling in your hands, her hips rolling, her pussy swallowing your thick length again and again. The reflection makes her feel incredibly sexy. That realization gives her a sudden surge of confidence. Her riding becomes bolder, more aggressive. She starts rolling her hips in deep, sensual circles on the downstroke, grinding her clit against you before lifting up and dropping again.
She gets more vocal too. Not just moans and whimpers anymore, actual words spill from her lips between heavy breaths.
“Fuck-your cock feels so good inside me…”
“Look at me-look how I’m riding you…”
“Harder-squeeze my tits harder-!”
While Joy loses herself in her reflection, you can’t stop staring at her body. Your eyes are glued to her abs now. The way they flex and tighten every time she lifts herself up, the smooth, toned muscles of her tight tummy rolling and contracting as she bounces on your cock. The sight is hypnotic. Every time she drops down, her stomach tightens beautifully, highlighting the definition of her core. You keep massaging her tits, squeezing the soft flesh, pinching her nipples while she rides you faster and more desperately. Joy’s moans grow louder and filthier as she watches herself in the mirror.
“Shit, I look so fucking hot riding your cock…”
She gasps, voice trembling with arousal.
“Look at my tits-they’re bouncing so much-ahh-!”
She grinds down harder, her pussy clenching around you as she chases the pleasure, completely lost in the sight of her own body moving on top of you. Her tight tummy keeps flexing and rolling with every bounce, and you can’t take your eyes off it - or off the way her tits jiggle in your hands while she rides you like she was made for it.
Joy’s breathing is ragged now, her moans turning into needy cries as she gets closer again.
“Fuck-I’m gonna-I’m getting close again-!”
She doesn’t slow down. If anything, she rides you even harder, eyes fixed on her reflection in the mirror, completely addicted to how she looks while taking your cock. You try to thrust up into Joy from below, eager to take control and drive deeper into her, but she immediately presses her hands down on your chest, stopping your hips.
“No. Let noona take care of you.”
She grinds down harder instead, rolling her hips in slow, steady circles, her tight pussy swallowing every inch of your cock and squeezing around you as she moves. The motion is sinful and deep and sensual and she’s completely in control.
Your hands leave her tits, sliding down her body again, roaming over her waist, her hips, the curve of her ass, then back up her sides. You trace every inch of her smooth skin, feeling the way her muscles flex and roll as she rides you. The more you touch her, the more confident Joy becomes. She sits up straighter, hands braced on your chest, and starts talking dirtier, her voice breathy and teasing between moans.
“Look at you… lying there while I use your cock…”
“Mmm-you like when noona rides you like this?”
“My pussy’s so wet for you… can you feel how tight I am?”
She grinds down especially hard on one roll, making you groan. Her second orgasm is building fast now. You can feel it in the way her walls start fluttering around you, the way her breathing turns ragged and her thighs tremble on either side of your hips. Joy’s eyes flutter, but she keeps riding, her voice growing needier.
“I’m getting close again… fuck-I’m so close…”
She leans forward slightly, tits swaying heavily above you, and looks straight into your eyes.
“Use my pussy. Fuck me until I cum-please-make me cum on your cock.”
That’s all you need. Your hands grip her waist tightly. You plant your feet on the floor and start pounding up into her from below, hard, fast, relentless thrusts that make her bounce violently on your cock. Joy cries out, her whole body shaking above you.
“Ah-! Yes-! Just like that-!”
Her tits jiggle wildly with every powerful upward thrust. They bounce and slap together, nipples hard and flushed as she’s fucked senseless from below. Joy’s head falls back, loud, broken moans spilling from her lips as she takes everything you give her. Her pussy clamps around your cock, getting tighter and wetter as her second orgasm rushes toward her. She’s completely lost in it now, bouncing and shaking on top of you, tits jiggling obscenely, her tight tummy flexing with every hard thrust while she chases her climax. You grip Joy’s waist tighter and start destroying her pussy from below. Your hips snap upward with raw power, thrusting hard and deep into her tight, soaking cunt. Each brutal stroke makes her bounce violently on your cock, her tits jiggling wildly above you. The wet, lewd sound of your cock slamming into her fills the practice room, mixing with the beat of your song still playing in the background.
Joy’s moans turn into loud, broken cries.
“Ah-! Fuck-! Too deep-! You’re-ahh-ruining me-!”
She can barely hold herself up anymore. Her hands press desperately against your chest as she takes everything you give her, her body shaking with every powerful thrust.
Suddenly, right before she tips over the edge, Joy feels something unfamiliar. A strange, building pressure deep in her lower belly, almost like she needs to pee. It grows stronger and stronger with every thrust. Her eyes widen.
“Oh my god-wait, I feel-I’m gonna-!”
She doesn’t get to finish the sentence. Joy’s second orgasm explodes through her.
Her back arches violently off your body as she squirts hard, a clear, powerful jet of her juices gushing out around your cock and showering your abs and chest. Her pussy spasms wildly, clamping down on you as she comes undone. The sudden gush surprises you so much that your cock slips out of her dripping pussy mid-thrust. You freeze, eyes wide, watching in shock as Joy squirts all over you, her body writhing and squirming on top of you while you instinctively hold her hips in place. She keeps shaking, a broken, high-pitched cry tearing from her throat as the orgasm rips through her. The stream slowly turns into a messy dribble, soaking your skin and the floor beneath you. When it finally stops, Joy collapses forward onto your chest, breathing hard, face buried against your neck.
She’s clearly embarrassed.
“Oh my god…I’m so sorry… I don’t know what happened… I’ve never… I didn’t mean to-”
You chuckle, one hand gently stroking her back.
“It’s okay.”
You say, still catching your breath.
“I didn’t expect you to squirt like that… but it was fucking hot.”
Joy lifts her head, cheeks burning red, but your calm, almost amused reaction seems to ease some of her embarrassment. Instead, it reignites the heat in her eyes. She bites her lip, looking at you with renewed hunger.
“…Since I came all over you, you better do the same.”
She climbs off you slowly, her legs still shaky. Then she kneels between your legs again, looking at you expectantly.
“Stand up.”
You push yourself up and stand in front of her. Joy reaches out, wraps her hand around your cock, and leans in. She starts cleaning you with her mouth, licking and sucking her own juices off your length, her tongue swirling around the head and shaft. She takes you deeper, moaning softly as she tastes herself on you. Her eyes stay locked on yours the entire time, filled with lust and a hint of playful shame. She pulls off just long enough to whisper.
“Let me make you cum now…”
Then she dives back down, sucking you eagerly, clearly determined to return the favor and push you over the edge. Her lips stretch wide around your thickness as she sucks you deep and sloppy, head bobbing with wet, messy sounds that echo through the practice room. Spit drips freely from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and onto her tits as she works you with desperate enthusiasm.
On one hand, the thrill is intoxicating. The thought of another man, especially you, painting her face with cum makes her pussy throb. She can already imagine the warm, heavy ropes landing on her skin. It turns her on more than she wants to admit.
On the other hand, guilt gnaws at her. What would her boyfriend think if he saw her like this? On her knees in a practice room, sucking another man’s cock like a desperate slut while his song playlist plays in the background? The shame burns hot in her chest… but it only seems to make her suck you harder.
Her thoughts scatter when you groan deeply, voice rough with warning.
“Fuck-Joy, I’m gonna cum-”
She pulls off your cock. Her hand immediately wraps around your shaft, stroking you fast and firm, twisting at the head. Joy tilts her head back slightly, opens her mouth wide, and closes her eyes, waiting. You can’t hold back any longer. With a low, guttural groan, you explode. Thick, heavy ropes of cum shoot across her face in powerful spurts. The first streak lands across her forehead and nose, the second splashes over her cheek and lips, the third paints her chin and drips down onto her tits. You keep pulsing, painting her pretty face with a messy, generous load until her features are glazed and dripping with your seed.
Joy stays perfectly still, mouth open, taking every drop like she loves it.
When you finally finish, she stays there for a moment, eyes still closed, face completely covered in your cum. A thick strand slowly drips from her chin onto her chest.
She looks utterly filthy. And breathtaking.
Joy slowly opens her eyes. She doesn’t wipe her face. Instead, she looks up at you with a dazed, satisfied expression, the shame and lust still swirling together in her gaze. She licks a drop of your cum from the corner of her lips and gives you a small, shaky smile.
“…That was a lot.”
Her face is still painted with your thick load, some of it already starting to drip down her neck.
The apartment is quiet except for the soft rustle of cards. You and Karina are sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, a half-finished game of Go-Stop spread out between you. The coffee table has been pushed aside, and a few empty snack bowls sit nearby. It’s one of those rare calm evenings where nothing dramatic is happening. No schedules, no sudden visitors, just the two of you.
Karina leans forward, studying her cards with a focused little frown. She’s wearing one of your oversized hoodies, the sleeves too long on her arms, and her hair is tied up in a messy bun. She looks comfortable.
She finally plays a card and glances up at you, a small smirk tugging at her lips.
“You’re too quiet tonight. Did something happen at the company?”
You shrug, playing your own card.
“Nothing major. Dropped you two off, ran into a couple people on the way out. The usual.”
Karina hums, not entirely convinced, but she doesn’t push. Instead, she reaches over and steals one of the remaining shrimp chips from your side, popping it into her mouth with a satisfied crunch.
The silence that follows is easy, almost peaceful. Until the front door clicks open.
Giselle steps inside, still in her workout clothes. Loose sweatpants and a cropped top that shows a strip of her stomach. She pauses when she sees the two of you on the floor, cards scattered everywhere.
“Oh… card night?”
She asks, voice soft and a little awkward.
Karina looks up and smiles.
“Yeah. Want to join? We’re almost done with this round.”
Giselle hesitates for a second, then nods. She kicks off her shoes and walks over, lowering herself onto the floor beside Karina. She glances at you briefly, just a quick look, before focusing on the cards. The three of you continue the game in relative silence for a few minutes. The atmosphere is… strange. Not uncomfortable exactly, but layered. You can feel the weight of everything that’s happened recently hanging in the air.
Karina wins the round with a satisfied little laugh, collecting the points.
“Ha! I’m on fire tonight.”
Giselle smiles faintly, but her eyes flick toward you again when she thinks you’re not looking. Karina deals the next round, humming softly to herself.
“So,”
She says casually, not looking up from the cards.
“How was your day, oppa? Anything interesting happen after you left us?”
Her tone is light, but there’s a tiny edge to it. The kind that makes you wonder if she already knows more than she’s letting on. Giselle stays quiet, pretending to focus on arranging her cards, but you notice the way her fingers tighten slightly around them.
The game continues, but the peaceful card night suddenly feels a lot more loaded than it did five minutes ago. Karina is winning again, humming happily as she collects points, while Giselle plays quietly, occasionally stealing glances at you when she thinks no one is looking.
Your phone vibrates once on the floor beside you. You glance down, expecting maybe a schedule update or a random message from your manager. Instead, the notification shows a new message from Seulgi.
You unlock the phone and open it. The picture loads.
You stare at the photo for a second longer than you should. The way the fabric clings to her body, the subtle flex of her abs…it’s clearly not just about working out.
You know exactly what Seulgi’s intention is.
A small, dangerous spark of excitement runs through you. You remember how tight her ass felt last time, how she moaned when you fucked her. The idea of bending her over again, maybe even taking her ass once more, makes your cock twitch slightly in your pants. You’re still convinced you’re winning this month. Karina lost. You’ve already gotten plenty of release. So why not enjoy it?
You type a quick reply, keeping it casual but open.
“Sure. What time?”
You hit send and lock the phone, placing it back on the floor as if nothing happened.
Karina looks up from her cards, raising an eyebrow.
“Who was that?”
“Just management stuff.”
You lie smoothly, picking up your next card.
“Nothing important.”
Giselle stays quiet, but you catch her eyes flicking toward your phone for a split second before she looks back down at her hand.
The game continues. Karina wins the round again and laughs triumphantly, leaning over to ruffle your hair.
“You’re distracted tonight, oppa. Losing on purpose?”
You smile and shrug, trying to keep your expression neutral.
“Maybe I’m just letting you win.” Giselle doesn’t say anything, but the tension in the room feels a little thicker now. You pick up your cards again, but your mind is already half on tomorrow.
