âIs this the right place?â You looked around and expected a lot of people studying in the hallway, but there were none, not even a hint of them.
âW-w-wait⌠I swear I saw it says quiz bee in the applicationâ what the fuck is a squeeze bee!?â
You stand in front of a classroom door, and the signage says âSqueeze Bee!â
âWhat the fuck is thisâ should I back away?â You hesitated for a moment.
The place looked shady; it wasnât as crowded as it used to be until a student entered the room. She looked smart, with her glasses and the tidiness of her uniform.
âHmm? So, it must be really a quiz beeâŚâ Your hesitation disappeared when she saw her enter the room
âYep, I should go in. Itâs almost time already.â You opened the door.
What you saw is another surprise for you.
âW-w-whaâŚâ
Theyâre like angels, a horde of women who radiate beauty and exude elegance.
Your body stiffened, and youâre stuck on the door. The roomâs arranged into six clusters. The other four were already occupied, and thereâs an open cluster left for you, alone. Whatâs worse is that the space left was in the middle.
You walked your way into it. Dozens of eyes stared at you; well, you knew why: itâs because youâre the only guy in the room.
âWhat the fuck is this? Did I really join the right quiz bee?â You thought, sitting down and trying your best to ignore those gazing eyes. You even set your bag and prepare your pen.
âWhat are you doing?â The girl you saw earlier asked you while pointing at the pen.
âIâm preparing a pen⌠this is a quiz bee, right?â Youâre confused about why she even asked you something so obvious.
âYeah, this is a squeeze bee.â She tilts her head as if youâre the weird one.
âPen in squeeze beeâŚâ You heard a mutter.
Whatâs wrong with the pen? Itâs a quiz. And you need it to answer.
âRuka, we use pen too, penis.â
âKghh- Excuse me???â You were drinking from your tumbler when you choked up upon hearing it.
You decided to leave. You stood up, and the door suddenly opened.
A woman who wore formal clothes comes in. You already knew that sheâs the quizmaster. She looked mature and intelligent; youâll definitely learn from her.
âOkay, sit down.â She walked all the way to the podium and tapped it to gain attention.
The girls sit on their respective chairs with their cluster. It feels awkward since you just noticed that every group had four members, and youâre alone.
â...â
You were still standing, and all of their eyes were on you.
âIâ uhhh, Iâm sorry, maâam, but is this the right room for theâ- Bam! âquiz bee?â A pile of books fell to the ground when you were speaking. The girl caused it and immediately apologized.
âSqueeze? Yes, right.â The quizmaster responds.
âWhat? Squeezâ anyway, she still said that Iâm right, better sit down and get ready. Iâll top this batch and go home with a medal on my neckââ You sat down when you heard a chain clinking,
âRyujin bought a leash.â The tall woman is slapping her seatmate, whose name is supposed to be Ryujin.
âWeâll leash the reward back to our den.â Ryujin is swinging the leash like a lasso.
âPut that away.â The quiz master scolds Ryujin.
âYes, maââ
âAW!â The leash hit the head of her groupmate, who had these cute, smiling eyes.
The other group laughs at their comedic show, but you canât help but worry. You asked yourself repeatedly, why the fuck do they need a leash for a quiz bee? Is there a practical exam? If there is, then youâre fucked up; youâre not physically ready for the practical exam.
âOkay, letâs get startedâ are you alone?â The quizmaster asked you.
âY-y-yes, I didnât know this was a group competition.â You responded, scratching the back of your head.
âCompetition?â
âDid he just say competition?â
âIs this his first time? Omo, virgin.â
âNo way⌠is he the prize?â
Their whispering is too loud; you can hear them clearly.
âWhat the fuck does being a virgin do with this!? And why have I become the prize!? Is this their new way of intimidating other contestants? If it is, then itâs fucking working.â You kept wiggling in your seat; itâs so uncomfortable.
âQuiet. Okay, let me introduce myself first. Iâm Kim Taeyeon, your squeezemaster.â She lightly bowed. All of you clapped after it.
â...â
âSeriously, whatâs with the squeeze thing?â You donât know anymore; you just wanted to top the quiz and add it to your academic accomplishments.
âOkay, introduce yourself.â She gestured the start on her very right.
The first group is with Ryujin, the girl with the leash.
âHello! We are the best when it comes to thighs⌠we are here for COMPE-THIGH-TION!â They introduced themselves in unison,
âIâm Ryujin. Iâll squeeze your face with my thighs since itâs a squeeze bee!â
âIâm Yujin; my legs are long, so youâll enjoy my thighs more!â
âIâm Jiheon. Imagine wrapping my thighs around your neck, then youâll look up to find my very cute face.â
âIâm Arin. Iâll let you do anything you want with my thighs. All thigh, all night!â
âWhat the actual fuck?â Thatâs it, all you can say.
Theyâre all pointing at you. What the fuck did you do? You donât want thighs; thatâs what you thought.
âWow.â Quizmaster Taeyeon clapped.
âThey looked like they were from thighland or something.â A girl from the other group remarked.
âThen, next group.â The quiz master gestured to the group next to them.
âEhem.â The next group stood upâ holy mother of milk.
âLet us introduce ourselves; weâre on the next level when it comes to tits! And weâre here for the COMPE-TITS-TION!â They shouted in sync. Looks like introducing themselves in cheering is a thing.
âIâm Karina! The biggest of all, Iâll squeeze you with my tits whenever, wherever, however you like!â
âIâm Eunbi, the real biggest among us! Iâll suck you in between my tits, you like that?â
âIâm Jihyo! Iâll kill you good with my tits! Squeeze it once, squeeze it TWICE! Just squeeze it!â
âIâm Yel! You canât run, and Iâll let you burn with the heat of my tits!â
âOkay, thatâs really something else; thatâs absurdâ why the fuck do they keep shaking their tits. Itâs jigglyâ no! I should focus on the quiz!â You shook your head. Those melons looked so good, especially since you felt a little summer heat for a moment.
âHey, why are you still insisting youâre the biggest among us?â
âBecause I am!â
Karina and Eunbi argued, bumpers colliding. Why the fuck are they fighting if theyâre the same team?
âWow, looked more massive than the thigh group.â Quizmaster clapped and kept praising them.
âTch. All they had was milkers, tits are tits.â Yujin scoffed.
âAnd thighs are thighs.â Karina shot back, showing Yujin that she had thighs as well.
âOh myâŚâ You blushed and tried your best not to look at it, but itâs too good.
âOkay, next group.â The quizmaster points at you.
â...â
â...â
â...â
âHuh? Me?â Shit, right, youâre sitting in the middle of them.
âUhhh, Iâm just here for the quiz bee competitionâŚâ You said, and silence followed after it. You didnât prepare anything, since why the fuck would you prepare an introduction like that?
â...â
âNext group.â Quizmaster instantly switched to the other group on your side.
âHello! Girls, stand up.â They stood up and raised their top, showcasing bricks, buns, rocksâ fucking abs.
âWeâre the tightest among the mightiest tight! Weâre here for the COMPE-TIGHT-TION!â There it goes, the unison cheering effect.
âIâm Seulgi, look at my midriff⌠You want to touch it?â
âIâm Saerom! Captain of the tights! Iâll let you put your face on my belly, and Iâll squeeze you with a curl-up.â
âIâm Yuna.â She stopped for a moment. You thought it was over, but she took an ice cream out and smeared a little on her belly, âWant some ice cream?â
âIâm Wonyoung, count my abs⌠one, two⌠eight.â
âWhat. the. Fuck.â Thatâs the most absurd thing you've encountered among the strangest things that happened today. But the dayâs still early; thereâs absolutely a bigger surprise.
âWhere the fuck did that ice cream come from!? And her abs are actually eight!? Your head hurts.
âWow, but Yuna, foodâs not allowed.â The quizmaster scolds her.
Yuna smiled and suddenly went in front of you with her tiny, cute walk.
âLick it.â She points at the ice cream on her midriff.
â...â
âHUH!?!??â You attempted to stand, but your shoulders were stopped by her slender hand. Sheâs fucking strong for you.
âI said lick it, Squeezemaster said foods not allowed. A point will deduct on you if you donât finish your food.â You point at the ice cream.
âB-b-but.â
âItâs minus 10 points.â The quizmaster said.
âWait! Why am I the one whoâs getting deducted!? Iâm not the one who smeared the ice cream in the first place?â You looked at the quizmaster for consideration since itâs all nonsense.
âThatâs the rules.â She taps the podium
âButââ
âOmo, itâs dripping; lick it already.â Yuna kept tiny hopping in front of you.
The licking and the ice cream werenât the only problems here. The location of the ice cream is somewhere off to the side, below her navel, and it dripped almost at the top of her skirt.
âShit.â
You licked it from the bottom and slid your tongue upwards. Itâs hella smooth, maybe because of the ice cream?
âAHHHNGg~â Yuna moaned.
âOHHHHHH!â The other girls wowed at the background as if they were watching some animals at the zoo. Well, what you did is somehow animalistic.
âThanks!â Yuna hopped her way back to their group.
âI should have brought ice cream too and smeared it all over my thighs,â Ryujin muttered at the side.
âLetâs ask Jiheon to buy some,â Yujin responds, tapping Jiheon on her back.
âThe squeezemaster said no food.â Jiheon turned them down while applying lotion to her thighs.
â...â
âShould I continue?â You asked yourself, but your body wants to stay.
âNext groupâ oh, the Japan team.â The squeezemaster moved on to the next group; thankfully, you avoided the point deduction.
âKonichiwa! Weâre from Japan, and weâre here for the CUM-PETITION!â Theyâre in sync as well with a matching polite bow.
âOkay⌠they might be the most decent ones.â As you thought.
âIâm Kazuha, the most flexible among us. I can drink his cum, whatever position Iâm in!â
âIâm Rei, cum anywhere you want, even in my heart!â
âIâm Sakura! Cum over.â
âIâm Tsuki! GingcumMincumYo!â
âNo⌠no⌠theyâre not descentâ gingcummincuâ is that Japanese!?â You face-palmed. This is definitely not a quiz bee.
âWow, thatâs something!â The quizmaster commended them.
âOhhh, Japanese! Yamete~â Someone moaned.
âWho the fuck was that!?â You looked over, and itâs Yujin. Itâs from the thigh team again. Theyâre the noisiest among the groups.
âOkay, last groupâ a mixed?â The quizmaster gestured for the last group to introduce themselves.
âNo, weâre not NMIXX.â One of them spoke.
âIâ uhh, hello! We donât really have any specific strength⌠uhhh, but weâre monsters! Weâre here for the CHOOM-PETITION!â Theyâre stutteringâ how the fuck even theyâre stuttering introduction on sync, youâre losing your already lost sanity.
âIâm Ahyeon! You can also call me Ahhngg-Yum!â
âIâm Ruka! Iâll be the next squeezemaster!â
âIâm Asa! Look at my assâ assa!â
âIâm Pharita; Iâm the real Thai.â She looked mockingly at the thigh group.
âWow⌠interesting!â The squeezemaster clapped again.
Thatâs it, all of the cumâchoomâcompetitsâthighâtightâcompetitors.
âNow that we already know each other's competitors and what they are fighting forâLetâs the SQUEEZE BEE begin!â
The quiz master opened the quiz.
âWhooo!â
âAssa!â
âLetâs goooo!â
âFucking hell.â Of course, youâre the one who said it.
âOkay, okay. For each group, please select the member to participate that you guys think fits the description very well.â The quizmaster announced the rules.
Thereâs already a problem for you. While others nodded, you shook your head.
Youâre alone.
âM-m-maâam, how about me?â
âWhy? You want some ice cream again?â Yuna butts in.
âNo!â You turned her down, though thereâs a part of you want to taste the vanilla creamyâ shit.
âYouâre alone, so you had to participate in the quiz all by yourself.â The quizmaster cleared it for you.
âOkay, understood.â You nod.
âIce cream?â Yuna whispered to you.
âNo.â Turned her down again.
âThere are a total of eight questions! So each one of you had the chance to answer twice, except the guy over there, who had to answer eight times.â The quizmaster resumed announcing the rules.
âEight absâŚâ Wonyoung muttered.
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âIf everythingâs clear, then letâs head for the first question. The participant to answer the question must be the tallest in the group!
COMPE-THIGH-TOR:
âShit, disqualified already.â Ryujin slammed her desk.
âWhooo~â Yujin stood up and went in front of her group.
COMPE-TITS-TOR:
âWho? Who?â Eunbi was asking her groupmates as if she still had the chance.
âWho else? Itâs Titan Yel.âÂ
âStop, it sounds like Titan gel.â Yel slapped Karinaâs arm.
COMPE-TIGHT-TOR:
âIt must be Wonyoung.â Seulgi and Saerom look unamused,
âHmm, a few centimeters more.â Yuna tiptoeing to match Wonyoungâs height.
âOkay!â Wonyoung stood up and went in front of her group as well.
CUM-PETITOR:
âIs it Rei?â Kazuha gasped.
âHow in the world?â Tsuki looks like she thought she was the tallest among them.
âYouâre 170cm!? Wow⌠she looks tiny since she looked so cute.â Sakura praised Reiâs cuteness.
âHehe.â Rei just giggled. Okay, thatâs also cute for you.
CHOOM-PETITOR:
âWait a minute!â They are asking for more time. Theyâre measuring themselves.
âChottomate!â Theyâre standing side by side, their heights like an old phone signal.
âOkay.â Ruka steps in front.
â....â
There must be an error, but surprisingly, the quizmaster let her in.
âOkay! All decided, question number one!â There it goes, the first question.
Theyâre giggling and playing around, but you're tense and nervous. Youâre taking this way too seriously.
âWhat do you think the kind of girl that a man likes?â
COMPE-THIGH-TOR:
âThighs! Girls with thick thighs, of course!â Yujin slapped her thighs; it echoed through the room.
COMPE-TITS-TOR:
âTits! Girl with big tits! Round and squishy!â Yel played with her breasts; she had already unbuttoned the top two buttons of her uniform.
COMPE-TIGHT-TOR:
âTight pussy! A girl like me with a tight pussy! The grip of it can make them feel heaven.â Wonyoung raised her top to show her tight midriff again.
CUM-PETITOR:
âUhhh, face? They can cum on my face anytime.â Reiâs just happy to be there; sheâs way too cute to have cum on her face.
CHOOM-PETITOR:
âA girl with uhhh, primal sex skills?â Rukaâs embarrassed with her own answer, and even her own groupmates face-palmed.
âUhhh, a girl with a personality?â You answered the question, though itâs not academically related. You just wanted to win.
â...â
âPersonality is correct!â The quizmaster gave you a point.
âYes!â You punched the air, one point in, more points to go.
The quizmaster didnât explain why your answer was right, but what matters is that youâre right.
âItâs not thighs? Argh.â Yujin canât hide her frustration.
âPhew, I thought I got it for a second,â Yel said.
âHey, your answer is tits; how do you think you even got the right answer?â Wonyoung questioned Yelâs confidence.
âI didnât hear it clearly; I thought the answerâs personali-tits.â Yel explained.
âCome to think of it, it can also be personali-tight.â Wonyoung clapped as if she had thought of something brilliant.
âRight! Personali-thigh!â Yujin joined in, showing her thighs once more.
Your hurts, but somethingâs throbbing. You can tell what it was⌠yet.
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âQuestion number two, the participant must be the prettiest!â
COMPE-THIGH-TOR:
âOkay! Move.â Arin shoved the other girls, but got blocked instead.
âItâs me again.â Yujin didnât leave her spot.
âI guess itâs my turn.â Jiheon stood up.
âGuys, give way.â Ryujin decided by herself.
In the end, Ryujin represents the group.
COMPE-TITS-TOR:
âIs it my turn?â Eunbiâs quite a competitor this time.
âMe, me.â Karina hopped her way to their front.
Jihyo and Yel agreed, and Eunbi pouted.
COMPE-TIGHT-TOR:
âOkay, letâs flip a coin. Girls, weâre all pretty. Iâm on the heads since I love dickheads.â Seulgi pulled out a coin.
âIâm on the tail. I love men's tails.â Saerom claimed the other side.
âMen's tails?â Yuna doesn't get it.
âYes, just in front, though, their dicktail.â Saerom wiggled in pure happiness.
âDoes it mean that Yuna and I were out of the choices already?â Wonyoung points at the coin.
â...â
âRight, only two sidesâ whatever.â Seulgi tossed it.
Heads. Seulgi went in front of them.
CUM-PETITOR:
âItâs Kazuha.â Tsuki nudged Kazuha.
âKazuha, you better not betray us and join the thigh group,â Sakura said, keeping her eyes on Kazuha.
âGo, Kazuha-chan!â Rei cheered for Kazuha.
âOkay! Iâll boompala this round!â Kazuha went forward.
CHOOM-PETITOR:
âAsa,â Pharita pushed Asa forward.
âNo, itâs Ahyeon! Iâm waiting for the best ass category!â Asa stepped back and pushed Ahyeon instead.
âHaaaâŚâ Ruka still looks defeated to butt in.
Ahyeon will represent their team.
âIs everyone ready? Okay! Question number two!â
âWhat part of the body do men like?â
COMPE-THIGH-TOR:
âThighs! The answerâs thigh for sure!â Ryujin stepped forward and showed everyone her thighs.
COMPE-TITS-TOR:
âItâs tits! It'sâ just look at this!â Karina leveled up the game; she took her top off and showcased a black fitted lingerie top!
âAish!â You moved your face to your side, avoiding Karinaâs vulgar actions, just to find out that Seulgi had already stripped her skirt, including her underwear.
COMPE-TIGHT-TOR:
âTight pussy! Look, who canât resist having a taste of this tight, puffy pussy.â She even spread it open.
âShit!â You just closed your eyes; these girls had no shame!
CUM-PETITOR:
âUhhh, face! No man can resist a beauty sucking their dick!â Kazuha is making a chugging sound as if sheâs drinking sake.
CHOOM-PETITOR:
âUhhhâ choom?â Ahyeon didnât know the answer, and her groupmates were groaning in disappointment.
âUhhh, a girl with a personality?â You answered the question, though itâs not academically related. You just wanted to win.
You slowly opened your eyes since itâs your time to answer.
âUhhhâ shitââ Seulgi had her pussy free for everyone while Karina kept her tits bouncing.
âUhhh, a girl with a good heart?â You responded. You still stay with the most modest answer you can think of, even after all the insanity youâve witnessed.
â...â
âGood heart is correct!â The quizmaster gave you another point.
âYes!â You punched the air one more time, another point secured!
âShit! Almost another point for us.â Karina is acting as Yel did earlier.
âH-h-huh? Why?â Ryujinâs puzzled.
âThink about it, a woman with a good heart, where is the heart? Behind these tits.â She stripped her bra.
âAISSH!â You turn sidewaysâ wrong move; Seulgiâs pussy is there.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with these girls?â You looked down instead.
âOh shit, then thighâs too farâ we lost again.â Ryujin accepted defeat.
âI knew it; I should have said he can cum to my chest instead of face.â Kazuha sounds annoyed, but she keeps making chugging sounds.
But whatâs the basis of your right answer?
â... but how was my answer right?â You let the first one go, but itâs kind of suspicious that you kept getting it right.
âItâs simple. Youâre the only man here.â
â...â
Youâre analyzing what the quiz master just said.
âAll these questions are about men, so everything you answer is right.â The quizmaster grinned.
â...â
You got it.
âWhat in the world is thatââ Iâll leave. Youâre all insane! The absurd questions! The insane group names! And outrageous shameless nudityâI even licked someone's belly!â You're ranting and about to storm out.
Bam!
The door shuts, and you hear the girls lock it.
âW-w-what are you doing!?â The thigh group and the tits group walked in front of you.
You stepped back, but thereâs also someone behind you, the tight group. The Choom group and the Japanese group are on your side.
You were surrounded, 24 girls were encircling you!
âUh-oh, you canât leave. We canât continue the squeeze bee if thereâs no man to give us an answer.âÂ
âW-what answer!? Oh! Donât come near me and your heavy chest! Stay away from me!â Karina jabbed a foot.
âYou should just stay put and enjoy the competition.â The quizmaster laughed.
âWhat do you want!? Answer? Fine! Iâll give you an answer! The answer is that all of you are insane!â You point at each one of them.
âI always think itâs a good thing being insane,â Rei smirked. You always taught sheâs cute; now sheâs scary cute.
âWeâre used to it, people telling me I always have insane thighs.â Ryujin points at her thighs, but it wasnât the one that caught your attention; itâs the leash beside it, her toy.
âGulped. No, youâre crazy, youâre all out of your damn mind.â You canât move; youâre basically trapped in the middle.
âWant some ice cream?â Yuna asked you about ice cream again.
âNo! How many times do I have to tell you I donât want a cream!â You yelled at her.
She got teary-eyed.
âUhhh, n-no, Iâm sorry about that.â Shit, you can feel the anger in their eyes since you made Yuna cry.
âF-f-fine! I want ice cream!â You told Yuna, and she smiled right away.
âBut Ice creamâs outside since the squeeze master tells no food allowed.â Sheâs pouting, and the other girls glared at you again.
They're fighting earlier, and now theyâre teaming up against you! And, why the hell did she even ask you for an ice cream if itâs outside!?
âThen, no more ice cream, okay!â You felt relieved.
âBut in exchange, how about you give us cream instead?â Yuna leaned in, her face inches away from you.
You canât step back, so you side-step instead. However, thereâs very little room to work with.
âC-c-cream?â You donât like where itâs going.
âCREAMPIE!â Now theyâre united; they all said the same word at the same time.
âNO! HOW DID THE QUIZ SUDDENLY TURN TO THIS!!?â Your veins are popping out of anger and insanity.Â
âOkay.â The quizmaster tapped her podium once again for their attention.
â...â
âFor the third question, itâs a free-for-allââ
âFree for all!? What the fuck is that? Survival of the fittest? Iâll leââ
âQuiet, man.â The quiz master glared at you. Sheâs the scariest among them.
âA free-for-all, it means anyone can participate, but the points will still go to their respective group.â It sounds interesting, but youâve got a bad feeling about it.
âYou are already disqualified due to your behaviour; instead, youâll give us an answer!â The quizmaster tapped his podium as if sheâs a judge. Youâre disqualified; thatâs the verdict.
Then whatâs the point of staying? Nothing.
Can you leave? No.
Youâre fucked.
âThe third question! Who do you think had the best oral skills among all of you?â
â...â
Upon hearing the question, they all turned to look at you. Some drool, some smile like a villain.
Come to think of itâŚ
âWait.â You just noticed something.
âYouâre not students⌠arenât you?â You asked them about the way they act, their boldness, and their craziness.
Itâs something obvious that you shouldâve noticed as early as you could.
âYou donât need to know~,â Ryujin answered. Sheâs already crawling!
âFuck!â You just got a deja vu upon seeing her crawl; sheâs like a cat, a dangerous one.
âNo⌠donât come near me!â Each one of them took a step forward.
âCome on~ just let us suck your dick and tell them that I sucked the best.â You rarely interact with that Jihyo girl, but you can tell sheâs insane as well- in fact, all of them!
âHold him.â
âW-whaâ HMMMP!â Saerom and Seulgi held your body from behind, and Wonyoung sealed your mouth with her lips.
You just got kissed, your first kiss.
You always dream of getting your first kiss as romantic and full of love, but you got a kiss full of hunger instead.
âHMM! HMMM!â Both of your hands were held by Eunbi on the left and Ahyeon on the right. They sucked your fingers.
âThey said fingers are primarily the main instrument for the sense of touch. Tell us, do we suck good?â Ahyeon spoke in the middle of her sucking.
âHmm, can you feel my tongue?â Eunbi twirls her tongue over your thumb.
It feels disgusting, but why are you moaning? Have you also lost your mind? The answerâs simply yes; it started the moment you saw the signage at the door.
âYou donât need this.â Yujin tore your top and kissed your chest.
âHurry up, Jiheon, free his dick and sucked it already!â Arin keeps tapping Jiheon, whoâs struggling to strip you since sheâs trembling in excitement.
âI know! Donât worry, all of us will have a turn at his lollipop!â Jiheon yanked your pants off.
The other girls who are out in action stripped off as well. Karina and Yel praised each other's tits, Kazuha asked how to join the thigh group, Rei innocently asked when her face would get sprayed with cum, and many more.
A lot is going on, but one thing youâre very aware of, you canât do anything to stop it.
âHMMPPâ pwah! AHHNGâHMMMM!â The moment Wonyoung is freed from the kiss, you feel your dick enter a wet and hot cave, then Seulgi turns your head into hers and kisses you this time.
âAish. I should have been quicker, ahmpp. Saeromâs a little late to kiss you and bit your ear instead.
âHmm~ Hmmm~â Jiheon is bobbing her head. Sheâs sucking it like crazy.
âOmo! She looks like a cake, everybody has to blow his candle. What fun!â Sakura hopped in happiness, and Asa hopped as well. The two Japanese interact like itâs just a normal day, but thereâs nothing normal about it!
âHmm~ this is the bestâ HMMM!!!â She kept blowing when Arin attempted to push her head away, but she was resisting.
âHurry up and share him already!â Arin keeps pushing Jiheon.
âHMMPPP! HMMPP!â Jiheonâs teeth scrape your shaft, and all you can do is scream through Seulgiâs mouth.
Seulgi freed your lips after a minute of frenchie, and Saeorm instantly grabbed the opportunity to take her turn. You noticed Seulgi moved away and was replaced by Karina, her tits instantly resting on your shoulders.
âRest.â She pushed your head to her breast, a fucking soft pillow for your bruised headâ no, the pleasure starts to drown you.
âWhen will the cream come?â Yuna is sucking her own fingers, patiently waiting.
âItâs crowded over there; I canât see whatâs happening!?â Ruka is jumping just to see whatâs happening.
âI knew something was wrong when I saw you participate earlier with the tallest member category!â Ryujin caught Ruka cheating.
âWhatâs that?â Instead of being mad, Ruka noticed Ryujinâs bag, which she was dragging.
âMy toys, leash, dildo, butt plugââ
âHMMMM!â Your eyes shot wide open when you heard the plug.
âOh! Ryujin brought toys!â Jihyo noticed it.
âGuys, grab yours! Letâs play!â Ryujin handed over her toys as if itâs just regular toysâŚ
âYeji and I will be gone for four days! Donât burn the place down, you two. And Yuna! Donât get pregnant while Iâm gone!â
Despite not getting a response, Shin Ryujin shakes her head looking at her younger sisterâs closed door.
âThose two are something else.â She says to herself. âHopefully daddy can handle a brat like her.â
One final look at the apartment and Ryujin closes the entrance.
âWhat did unnie say?â
Shin Yuna was currently in her natural habitat as she called it, on her knees taking your cock into her mouth. She sucked the tip hungrily like a lollipop melting on a hot summer day. Once she asked you that question, she puckered her beautiful, pouty lips together and began kissing either side of your length.
âOh fuck, she.. she said.â
âHmm hmm hmm, all it takes is a beautiful woman on her knees sucking your cock and you canât even speak, daddy?â Yuna playfully quips as one hand is currently stroking you.
âShut up, baby.â You moaned out as she sheathed and unsheathed your tip with your foreskin. She further ups the teasing by sticking her tongue between the skin and tip, digging her way inside as she cleans the rapidly leaking precum.
âMake me, daddy. Make me choke on this yummy cock.â
Clothes were sprawled all over beside Yuna. She teased you the entire day at work - giving you your morning blowjob to completion. Then, it was sending very explicit photos during the 9:00 AM meeting. And who could forget when she begged you to pound her harder against the copier machine, informing you she locked the door. But of course, that turned out to be a lie after you finished inside her and found out the door easily opened once the knob was twisted.
You ran your fingers through her long, luscious hair wanting to fulfill her request. But with her being the way she is, the moment she gripped your thighs, she was in full control. Not you.
She looked up at you wide-eyed, glassy. They showed you hunger. Lust. Power. A need to reaffirm something she already has.
You.
Yuna brought her lips back onto your cock. Parting them slightly, she closed them with an airtight seal as she took the tip and first few inches into her mouth. As if preparing you, she moved slowly yet skillfully. Her tongue danced around the tip, going in a clockwise motion. Copious amounts of saliva coated you as your girlfriend and personal secretary continued on with her oral assault.
She was working your cock for her own personal enjoyment. Your veins throbbed as her tongue and inner mouth grazed it. With each bob of her head, she added an extra inch inside. Before she could reach your pubis bone, she released you with a loud, wet pop.
âAhhh.â Yuna hummed loudly, kissing your covered tip.
She stuck her tongue out, giggling as she slapped your cock onto her tongue. Drool leaked onto her thighs and your dress shirt that she was kneeling on below. It took everything in you not to cum when she used your length and then slapped both of her cheeks, leaving strings of saliva connecting your meat and her face.
âOne thing you should know about me, daddy. I love giving blowjobs. Every guy Iâve ever sucked told me Iâm the best they ever had.â
The statement, combined with Yunaâs seductive voice being at a lower register and almost a whisper left you weak in the knees. You certainly wouldâve fallen if it wasnât for her insisting on you leaning against the wall next to her bed the moment you two began undressing each other.
âBut if itâs the person I love.â she continued, kissing your tip while massaging your thighs with her hands. âI make sure they know just how much they mean to me by sucking the soul out of them.â
And with that, Yuna resumes her work, taking almost your entire length into her mouth with very little effort. She deepthroated you, making you feel your tip reach halfway down her throat before pulling back. She repeated this action several times, each more amazing than the last.
You canât even respond. Not with how good she is making you feel. While your hands continue to grip both sides of her head, you know she is truly the one in charge. Each time you wanted to fist handfuls of her hair, she throats your meat a few seconds longer.Â
Eventually, Yuna stops teasing you altogether - she was determined to make you feel and experience something she has done to many men before. The entire time, her eyes never left yours - even when you closed them and your face twisted with all the emotions she was making you go through.
You gripped the back of her head and pushed. That was the only way of letting her know she was successful. She got you to cum for her.
She flexed her throat muscles, immediately gulping and consuming the hot, sticky liquid as you poured it down the tight cavern.
âFuckâŚâ
Your body shuddered. Your toes curled and twisted as the orgasm was an entire body experience. Rope after rope fired from your slit. Her eyes formed crescents as she hummed, her tongue vibrating on the underside of your length and caused you to release more for her.
The two of you stayed like that for several minutes. Until you felt yourself unable to release any more cum. When you finally began to deflate, Yuna bobbed her head a few times for good measure until she finally removed you from her mouth. Your vein was still throbbing, now exposed to the cool air of her room.
âYou always taste so yummy, daddy.â
Yuna makes sure to kiss your tip, both sides, and the top of your length. Squeezing your half hard cock, she makes sure to get the last remaining drops of cum and sucks it - making sure you are well cleaned.
âShe said not to get pregnant while sheâs gone.â You finally panted.
âDid she?â Yuna asked, giving your tip several kisses before getting up. âWell that just means you need to fuck me as hard as you can, daddy.â
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The next day, you were both very late.
Yuna insisted on riding you all night. She even got your phone when you werenât looking and turned off your alarms. Then she turned her own phone off and turned it over on the nightstand. You only woke up when sunlight began to peek out of the curtains from her bedroom window.
âYuna what the fuck, we werenât supposed to sleep in!â
âOh relax, daddy. Youâre the boss. Youâre allowed to go in late.â
âThatâs not how that works. And you are late too. What are people gonna say?
âOh please. Everyone knows youâre fucking me. Especially that bitch Julia Choi in accounting.â
âJulia Choi.. You mean Choi Jisoo?â
âUgh, donât mention that name, daddy. Sheâs so fucking annoying. That whole eye smile and wholesome routine she does. Volunteering at the animal shelter. Making large donations to food drives? Sheâs so fake.â
 âDonât talk badly about a fellow coworker.â You replied, slapping her ass loudly as the noise echoed in the bathroom. Yuna moaned, turned on by the action as the two of you began to wash one another. The wonderful scent of the body wash rose up to your nose as you cleaned her shoulders then placed it into both of your hands as you lathered and played with her breasts. Yuna would do the same to you, focusing on your chest, stomach and then kneeling down to wash your legs and thighs. She repeated your actions, putting body wash into both hands in order to stroke your cock.
âI think we have time for a quickie, donât you daddy?â Yuna asked as your erection grew rapidly in her small hand.
âBabe, seriously.â Your reply turned into a moan as wet squelching sounds of Yunaâs handjob turned you on.
âAt least give me a facial, daddy.â Yuna cutely whined. And when she looks at you with those big, boba-sized eyes, how could you say no?
âJust a facial.â You repeated. âNo ass eating, no doggy. Nothing else.â
Yuna nodded.
She resumed stroking your cock, her other hand previously idle, now massaging your balls, wanting to coax a large load out of you.
âHave you ever given unnie a facial before?â
âNo. J-Just. Yeji. Once. At a Christmas party years before your sister got hired.â
âYouâve slept with Yeji unnie too?â
âAre you jealous, baby?â
âPlease.â Yuna said, rolling her eyes. âIf anything. She should be jealous of me. I am your girlfriend after all.â
âYeah you are. My little slut.â
You leaned down, Yuna stopping her handjob as you gave her several quick kisses. She smiled brightly, happy to receive them from you.
âCome on, daddy. Cum for me. Paint my face.â
Her eyes locked onto yours as she frantically stroked your length. It didnât take very much for you to cum. With Yuna, it never does. And so just as she could feel you ready to blow, she aimed your tip directly in front of her. She stuck her tongue out, anticipating the first shot would land on it.
âFuck, daddyâs gonna cum, baby. Take all of this load.â
You grunted loudly and finally erupted. The first blast did not hit her tongue like she planned. Instead it landed on her right eye.
âOh!â Yuna exclaimed. The hot liquid hitting it caused her to immediately begin to close her eyes. You tilted her head up.
âKeep your eyes open, slut. Daddy wants to see you covered.â
The next rope streaked from her right cheek to the left part of her forehead. Each grunt you let out coincided with another rope of semen landing on her face. She smiled, happy to be covered in cum and not water from the shower head. Once you were done unloading onto her, she sucked your tip clean of any remaining liquid. She closed her eyes, allowing you to admire the canvas onto which you created your latest work on.
âHow do I look, daddy?â
âLike the most beautiful whore in the world, baby.â
âYour whore.â
Yuna smiled, puckering her lips and blowing a kiss at you. She traced her face with a finger, rubbing some of your cum into her skin while taking the other half and putting it into her mouth. She licked her lips after, satisfied after tasting you. Going back below the shower head while still on her knees, Yuna tilted her head up and washed whatever was leftover off her face. Getting back up, she planted a kiss on your lips. You could taste a little bit of yourself on her.
âI love you, daddy.â
âI love you too, baby.â
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âJust because my office has a bedroom built into it, doesnât mean we can just have sex in the middle of the work day, baby.â
âNonsense, daddy. Your schedule is clear for the next few hours and I made sure no one would bother you during that time.â
âAnd why is that?â
âSo you could put a baby in me, of course.â
âSeriously, Yuna? Ryujin said not to get pregnant.â
âExactly. Which means, unnie wants me to get pregnant."
You were currently sitting on the bed. Your cock extremely hard between your legs as Yuna straddled you, rubbing her lower body against your legs, her splayed lips touching the base of your shaft. You wrapped your arms onto her waist, gently surprising her as you brought her down face to face with you. Feeling her breath against yours, she pressed her lips against yours. You spent several minutes connected - at times her tongue explored every part of the inside of your mouth. Others yours would do the same, hitting her own tongue in a battle of dominance. She rocked her hips back and forth while the two of you made out.
âIâm warmed up now, daddy. I want to get fucked now.â
âOh yeah? And how does my baby want to be fucked?â
âUhm..â Yuna put a finger to the side of her temple, pretending to think deeply. âLetâs do doggy.â
With that, you gently removed her off your lap. You quickly began to undress - loosening your tie, unbuttoning your dress shirt that seemed to have a million buttons for some reason. Yuna was about to remove her skirt, but you stopped her.
âKeep your clothes on, baby. Daddy wants to fuck you while youâre fully clothed.â
Yuna placed a finger into her mouth and softly bit on it, turned on imagining what you just said. She nodded her head, turning so that her back was now facing you.
âI love being on my hands and knees for you, daddy. People always say doggy is the most vulnerable position for a woman. But for me, itâs the most powerful.â
âItâs a position where I can feel just how much a man wants me. How animalistic and raw he can be. How Iâm the only one who can make him feel this way. How Iâm nothing more than an outlet for his sinful release.â
âFuck, baby. Youâre gonna make me cum if you keep talking like that.â
Yuna looked back and smiled. She reached back, grabbing her own butt and spreading her cheeks apart. Your mouth began to water. She had an amazing hourglass figure, the widest hips that many in the office would whisper that she secretly wore hip pads. You chuckled hearing that nonsense because as you can see, Yuna was all natural. But it was her ass that really did you in. The plumpest, biggest, most smackable ass youâve ever laid your eyes on, for lack of better words.
Only Ryujin could compare. That is, until she lost a large amount of weight after Yeji introduced her to a no carb diet. You made sure to punish Yeji by giving her her departmentâs entire paperwork. After that, Yeji made sure to never introduce a diet to her ever again.
And so, as Yuna planted her hands firmly on the bed and made sure her back was completely straight you could not wait any longer.
You grabbed your cock, smacking your tip against her wet folds. They were more than just wet, she was leaking profusely for you. You made sure to put a small amount inside, causing Yuna to whimper loudly from your teasing.
âDaddy, please..â
She was shuddering with anticipation - the goosebumps and baby hairs on her body rose up as she waited for you to finally enter her.
Not wanting to prolong the moment any longer, you lined yourself up and finally parted her lips with your blunt tip.
âOh fuck. Daddy, your cock.â
âI know, baby. I know.â
Yuna was tight.Â
Ryujin and Yeji couldnât hold a candle to her. They both claimed to be the tightest youâve ever had. But even they would have to admit Shin Yuna clears them.
âOh yes. Thatâs it. Bottom me out, daddy.â
One shallow thrust. But you had to pull out, earning yourself a loud whimper from the woman below. Adjusting both yourself and her, you tried again once more. This time, you were both in a comfortable position. It also helped that her being so wet made each entrance easier.
âOh, God. Fuck. Fuck me, daddy.â
You placed your hands on each hip, quickly doing your best to make your thrusts faster and harder. Yuna stuck her tongue out, panting as she squeezed her breasts while you fucked your girlfriend.
âGood. So good. Daddy fucks me so good.â
âYeah, you like that? You like daddy fucking you?â
âI love it.â Yuna cried. âI love daddy and his fat fucking cock.â
âThatâs my good girl.â You said, squeezing her hip as you slammed your repeatedly into her. The sinful squelching sounds were music to both of your ears as your bodies collided.
Neither of you said anything for several minutes. That is, until you stretch your fingers apart and place a wide palm smack onto Yunaâs ass. The sound reverberated in the room, the force making her ass jiggle from the impact.
âOh my god, daddy!â Yuna screamed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she immediately tightened on your length, your smack triggering her orgasm. You almost came right then when she clenched herself on you. She clawed the sheets tightly and flooded your length . You continued to fuck her through her orgasm, causing her to have another one at the same time.
âKeep going, daddy. Keep fucking me. Just like that. Donât stop.â
You smack her other cheek, earning yourself the same response as earlier. You repeated this at least ten times, you lost count after that. Then, you gripped both hips harshly and slammed into Yuna.
âGod!â She screamed. âDaddy! Put a baby in me!â
You both put in some serious effort, wanting the impending orgasms to be the best youâve ever had. You - who slammed your pelvis against hers, looking at how delicious her ass rippled each time it was thrusted into. Yuna - moaning, salivating, letting out the filthiest sentences she has ever uttered out.
One last hard clench of her pussy was all it took.
âYuna!â
You erupted inside your girlfriend. Hot jets of thick baby batter flood inside her wet cavern. Yuna moaned as you unloaded everything and drained your balls. She winced in pain as you tightened your hold on her hips but that didnât matter as the pleasure you gave her by cumming quickly overrode that feeling.
âYou fucked a giant load into me, daddy.â Yuna quietly said when she felt you stop throbbing inside her. âYou came inside me.â
You gave two small smacks on her ass in response.
âI gave you everything I had, baby.â
âI love getting creampied.â Yuna replied. âI love when a guy cums so much inside me.:
The both of you are panting hard, exhausted and struggling to catch your breath. Even though you no longer had any strength, you gave her a few soft thrusts.
âSo, daddy. How about anal? I got a new buttplug I want to try out.â
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âYou two idiots do know this is supposed to be a weekly update meeting, right?â
Shin Ryujin looked mad on the phone screen, but her soft tone and warm smile betrayed her words.
To the surprise of no one, you and Yuna were currently having sex. You were below her, Yuna insisting that you called her older sister while she was mounting you.
âThis is a weekly update meeting.â Yuna replied, moaning. âIâm updating you on how I ride daddyâs cock!â
You chose to stay quiet, squeezing Yunaâs breasts as she bounced on top of you. She clenched her vaginal muscles the moment you started flicking and pulling her nipples.
âGreat, now youâve got Yeji fapping to the two of you.â
âN-No, Iâm not. Iâm rubbing my lower body because I just got a Brazilian wax and I can feel the hairs growing back all itchy.â
âRight. And you need to do so with the wand.â
âIt gets the hairs loose enough that they can just fall right off!â Yeji exclaimed.
âUgh, whatever.â Ryujin replied, focusing her attention back on the couple on her phone screen. âYuna, you better not be trying to get pregnant. I know youâre ovulating today.â
âUnnie!â Yuna shrieked in embarrassment. âH-How did you know?â
âIâm your older sister, of course I know. Plus, you left a note on the fridge.â
âOh, fuck!â
She rotated her hips up and down as he grinded on your cock.
âFuck me, daddy!â
âI hope youâre not draining my man dry, Yuna. Donât forget what you did to our cousin.â
âUgh unnie, youâre so annoying.â Yuna rolled her eyes. Both from the fucking and from Ryujinâs statement. âIt was so not my fault he creamed himself when I gave him a blowjob. Nor the fact he came inside me after three measly thrusts. Good thing he wore a condom. God, I hate those things.â
Yuna leaned forward, giving you a kiss while still maintaining her rhythm.
âJust donât get pregnant, slut. At least not until I come back home. He was my man first. I want to be the first to be bred by him.â
The two of you continued kissing while Ryujin watched silently. Knowing she was performing in front of others, Yuna decided enough was enough and really began riding your cock.
You were sure your soul began to leave your body as each forward motion of her hips was euphoric than the last. Besides moans from you, Yuna and Yeji everyone wanted to see just how long you would last.
Turns out, not very long.
âCome on, daddy. Shut that slut up!â Ryujin cheered.
âBaby.â You choked out.
Yuna kept riding when she felt your cock expanding, ready to burst. All it took was two hard, deep clenches and several hip thrusts in order for the floodgates to open.
You cum. You cum hard.
With the last bit of strength, you give Yuna a powerful thrust and fire your load inside her pussy. You flop onto the mattress below, as Yuna shudders above you. She feels each pulse. Each rope inside of her.
âDaddy.â
While Yuna did say your name, the other source of it came from the phone. It seems Yeji has completed her âlower body massageâ to the two of you having sex.
âGreat. See what you two did. Now our hotel room smells like Yejiâs squirt.â
All four of you laugh. Yuna leans down and presses her forehead against yours. You smiled, kissing her while still connected. The two of you do not care that the call is going on, only focused on telling each other I love you and saying what a great job you both did.
Ryujin smiles at the two lovebirds. But then, she squinted and noticed something.
âWait. Did you two just fuck on my bed?â
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âYou think sheâll be mad?â
âAt first maybe. But then sheâll be happy.â
âWell, I guess you failed at keeping your promise, baby.â
âMe? You had something to do with this too, daddy. In fact, 50% of it.â
You placed a finger under Yunaâs chin and tilted it up, licking her teeth before the two of you shared a very intimate kiss.
As the two of you continued, Yuna fiddled with the stick in her hand. There was no mistaking it.
Part of my Star Trek NSFW series. See my masterlist for more chapters.
9909 words.
Starring: Kazuha, Asa, Bae, Momo, Chaewon, and Wonyoung.
Warning: This is NSFW and features explicit scenes.
"What do you think it means?" Kazuha asked Asa while staring at a blinking blue light. It flashed rapidly in sets of three, and sometimes wouldn't flash for a few seconds.
"Hm." Asa looked at the datapad in her hand, it had all the codes for what the flashing lights meant in these maintenance corridors. However, it didn't have this one, or the light was malfunctioning in such a way that the pattern made no sense.
"I... Uh... Hm..." Asa mumbled, brushing her black bobcut hair back behind her ear. "Nakamura, if I didn't know better, I'd say it's broken!" Asa declared, turning to look at Kazuha. With a nod of agreement, Kazuha threw her hands up and sighed.
"At least we can say we tried," Kazuha smiled, patting Asa on the shoulder. "After all, it's the effort that counts, right?" The pair of them turned away from the light and started toward a ladder, which Kazuha had become quite the expert at sliding down instead of using the rungs.
"You have to teach me how you do that, Nakamura," Asa called down to her. Kazuha looked up with two thumbs raised and waited for her fellow redshirt to join her at the bottom.
Clang, clang, clang. Asa's boots caused a tinny ring as she carefully climbed down and skipped the last three to jump onto her feet. "Ta-da!" Asa said, presenting herself with her hands.
"Very nice, oo la la," Kazuha said in an exaggerated French accent. Asa held her hands down to her sides like a runway model, and then began to step down the corridor with her boots ringing on the grates. "That's it, strut, show it off!" Kazuha said.
Asa whipped around, striking a pose with a hand on her hip and one on the back of her head. She began to strut toward Kazuha, shaking her hair while she did it. "Yeah, take ALL my credits!" Kazuha cheered, making a motion with her hands like she was throwing money at Asa.
"Nakamura, Enami, report to my ready room in twenty minutes," Karina's voice echoed through the corridor. Asa and Kazuha looked at each other, tightening their lips and scrunching their faces in unison.
"Will do, captain," Kazuha said with a tap on her comm badge. "Ugggggggggggggggh, we're going on another away mission to that butthole planet we've been orbiting, aren't we? The place LOOKS like a butthole, even," Kazuha said out loud. Asa sighed, and then rolled her eyes.
"That's why we're redshirts," Asa said, "we take it up the butt, and then we get shoved headfirst up the butt."
Karina's voice cut through again the moment Asa had stopped talking. "Nakamura, Enami, your comm badges are still on," said Karina in a terse tone that made both of them grimace.
"Uh." Kazuha's brain began to crash like a computer bank being hit by disruptor fire.
"We'll talk about that language in the ready room," said Karina.
The comm line closed, and Kazuha turned to the wall, banging her forehead against a bulkhead. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," she said, banging against it gently until there was a red mark above her eyes.
"Can't be any worse than Winter getting caught last week busting a fat nut off in the Jefferies Tube." Asa placed her hands on Kazuha's shoulders and pulled her away from the wall, pushing her forward and down the corridor.
"Ensign Kim was beating her, I mean his, wait." The corner of Kazuha's lip curled in confusion. "Kim is an Anjullian, right?" Kazuha asked.
"Uh, yeah, I think so," replied Asa as they rounded a corner and passed by Minnie and Ryujin at a control panel, both looking like they were busy with something.
"So Kim has a cock AND a kitty," Kazuha said.
"Don't call it that." Asa rolled her eyes.
"Call it what?"
"Kitty, so childish."
Kazuha raised her hands and curled her fingers like a cat's claws, then gave a REEOW and scratched playfully at Asa.
"Speaking of dicks in pussies," Kazuha blurted out, "you coming to the holodeck later?"
"Holodeck?" Asa stopped in her tracks, hands behind her back, eyebrow raised with intense curiosity. Her head leaned forward, turned to the side slightly as if she wanted to hear what was happening.
"I built a new program," Kazuha said with a very exaggerated wink. "I call it Mandingos in Space." Kazuha placed an arm around Asa's shoulders, waving her free hand out as if presenting some invisible banner.
"Mandingos in Space?" Asa smirked, and then started to giggle.
"Let's just say that a little birdy on the bridge showed me how to disable the protocols that keep things PG."
"I'm sure they did, and I'm even more sure you spent a ridiculous amount of time on your program."
"Oh baby, you have no idea." Kazuha smirked, and then skipped forward.
Asa followed her, and they came to a turbolift. "Two for the bridge," Asa said to the computer. The turbolift hissed as it shot upward, ascending multiple floors in seconds.
"You don't have to say anything other than bridge, you know," Kazuha told her.
"Shush," said Asa. The door opened and the bridge was before them. Asa and Kazuha took a couple steps into it when Asa had the sudden realization that the bridge had a distinct smell. Most of the ship smelled like coolant, or hot circuitry, or duranium alloys.
But the bridge, it smelled like French toast. "Kazuha," Asa said, sniffing the air. "It smells like French toast," she said. Kazuha began to sniff as well, her eyes narrowing.
"Yeah, it does!" said Kazuha. They were both paused on the ramp along the far side, both taking in the delicious scent.
Miyeon turned to face them, hands behind her back like usual, legs spaced a bit. "Nakamura, Enami, the captain is waiting," Miyeon's steely voice said to them.
Kazuha and Asa walked over to the ready room door and pressed the button to be let inside. On the table they saw a gigantic candle, which was the source of the smell. "Good galaxies, captain, are you trying to make us all hungry?" Asa said.
"Sit down." Karina had her back turned to them, facing a window where she watched the planet outside. Asa exchanged a glance with Kazuha, who grimaced and sat down gingerly.
"We sent an away team down to the planet and haven't heard anything since their last report sixteen hours ago." Karina turned around to face most of the bridge officers, looking at each one while speaking.
"By Starfleet regulations, we should've sent an away team at fourteen hours, which is the maximum allowed timeframe to await a report. Multiple attempts to reach the away team have been unsuccessful. Chief Myoi is assembling a second away team." Karina pulled her chair out and sat down at last, looking at Mina.
Mina, always on the shy and quiet side, inhaled deeply before she picked up a datapad. "I've come up with a plan that I believe will help u-" she started.
"Miss Myoi, please speak up a little louder, I can barely hear you," Karina said.
Inhaling again, Mina stood up and straightened out her red uniform. "I've put together a plan that will allow us to cover more ground. We've tried to track their comm badges, but they're either turned off or destroyed, so we have no choice but to use the manual scanning systems." Mina's voice was now louder, stronger, and she spoke high enough for everyone to hear.
"However, the atmosphere of the planet is making it impossible for us to scan from the ship, so we'll be forced to use shuttlecraft, surface skimmers, and gravcycles. The crafts are all-" Mina was interrupted a second time.
"Did you say... Gravcycles?" Kazuha asked. She leaned over the table a bit, listening intently.
Mina sighed, hanging her head a bit. "Yes, Nakamura. But I'm reminding you, you're still on probation after the last incident with a gravcycle."
"Chief, it's not my fault that the Venom bridge crew decided they wanted to race on Calardii. Hirai and Minatozaki insulted the honor of the Black Mamba and they insulted the captain," Kazuha ranted on until Karina's brow furrowed and she looked at her.
"What did they say?" Karina's stiff voice cut through Kazuha's defense of herself.
"They uh," Kazuha started, tugging at the collar of her shirt nervously. "They said the ship has no soul and that you uh... You uh... They said you wouldn't be able to ride a gravcycle for long because you have no ass."
"Really?" Karina said curiously. "That's interesting, considering their captain is flatter than this table."
It felt like the air had been let out of the room, sucked out into the vacuum of space. Kazuha and Asa covered their faces with their hands, stifling their laughter.
"Chief, let's get that team put together and tracking down the others. I don't want them to spend another night on that planet, not after the reports we got from them before the communications stopped."
"Aye, captain," Mina said. She turned immediately to Asa and Kazuha. "Go get your away kits, the long patrol ones," Mina ordered to both of them. The two of them were dismissed and gathered their things, meeting in a hangar on the lower decks.
"You'll need to change into these," said Mina, handing uniforms to the away team. They were jungle green suits with brown sleeves and reinforced legs. "The planet is a jungle, a hot one. These suits will keep you from overheating, but it's still going to be hot."
A couple redshirts wheeled out a rack full of phaser rifles and pistols. "What are those?" Asa asked, looking at the long camouflaged rifles. She picked one up, thinking it looked nothing like a standard phaser rifle.
"New ship, new weapons. Starfleet sent us out with these and orders to test them at any given chance, even just target shooting." Mina picked one up, examining the sleek and slender ergonomics.
"You'll be the first ones in Starfleet history to carry them onto a planet." Mina handed the rifle to Kazuha, who looked it over and felt she didn't need any training. Everything was right where it should be, and highly intuitive. "Don't lose my rifles, ladies," Mina said with a short glare.
The runabout with a gravcycle loaded in the back started out of the hangar, and a short time later was rumbling through a turbulent atmosphere. "Systems are going nuts!" Momo said from the pilot's seat.
Asa and Kazuha were strapped into the seats behind her, watching the screens flashing, lights blinking, and then the alarms began to go off. "Warning! Warning! Warning!" the computer repeated in five second intervals.
"We've lost thrusters, shields are barely online," Momo said to the co-pilot.
"We can divert from life support until we make it through the atmosphere," Bae said.
"What are we going to breathe, genius?" Kazuha called out.
"Life support is the only system with enough power to keep the shields up. If we don't divert power now we're not going to be breathing in the next two minutes!"
Momo groaned, pressing a few buttons that diverted the power to the shields. "Slow down your breathing, hold it as long as you can," Bae said. The air had already gone thin after a few minutes, and all four were spacing out their breaths as far as they humanly could.
"We're almost through," Momo said. The runabout felt like it was going to tear apart at any moment. Asa turned to look at the hull, which she swore was rippling, but upon blinking rapidly it returned to normal. Kazuha clutched the armrests of her chair, closing her eyes.
Bae felt her eyes twitching, chest heaving, and then slumped over the console gasping for air. Momo breathed deeply, taking in almost no air. She fell forward, caught by the safety harness of the chair. Her fat tits rested against the edge of the console.
Kazuha turned to see Asa had passed out, and she felt herself not far behind. Then the ship stopped struggling and steadied out, but nobody was conscious at the helm to restore power back to life support.
The buckle of her harness clicked free and Kazuha fell forward onto the floor of the runabout. Her hands reached out, clawing to pull her slender body forward between struggling gasps for air. Her hand raised to the console, but she couldn't pull herself up.
Blindly, she felt around the console. She found herself feeling beyond thankful that they had blind keys, physical buttons she could feel and press. Life support was the tenth one down, and restoring power to it meant finding the larger third button from the left in the top row.
Kazuha's hand flopped around, fingers feeling stiff as she found the DIVERT button and struggled to depress it until she heard the beep. Just as she began to pass out, seeing darkness in her eyes, she found the tenth button down and pressed it with immense difficulty.
"Life support activated," the computer said.
Kazuha rolled onto her back, sucking in air with her chest lifting up and down. Momo snapped back in her chair. Asa slowly stirred. Bae, however, needed immediate attention. Kazuha crawled on all fours to a medkit, yanking it from the wall and flipping it open.
She crawled back and placed a hypospray to Bae's neck. The hypospray hissed and Bae shot up screaming, flailing around until she fell out of her chair.
"Specialist!" Kazuha shouted at Bae, pinning her in place with her hands to stop her flailing. "Life support is back on, you're okay now!" she said. Bae panted, looking around at a spinning room.
"The runabout!" Bae's eyes widened and she struggled back into her chair. "Ensign!" she shouted at Momo, who was barely conscious and struggling to move.
"Warning, planet surface approaching rapidly," the computer said.
"Switching to manual mode," Bae groaned, looking at the console that was a blur. "Nakamura, can you see straight?" Bae asked, shaking her head side to side.
"Yeah, kinda," Kazuha replied.
"Hit the manual override for flight control," Bae said.
Kazuha staggered to her feet, looking down at the console. Her finger hovered over the button just as the planet's surface began to rise up and meet the runabout.
"Override activated."
Bae grabbed the controls and pulled up hard, sending Kazuha tumbling over backward into the very back of the runabout along with Asa, who had just stood up. They were stopped by the gravcycle, clutching ahold of it as it slammed into the rear door.
"Thrusters, thrusters," Bae said, trying to find the button that would re-fire the thrusters so she could regain some altitude. Still seeing doubles, even triples, Bae pressed a swirling button that she thought said THRUST.
The back door of the runabout opened, the gravcycle slid out with Kazuha and Asa still clutching it. "Ooooohhhh shi-" Asa shouted as they plunged downward in freefall.
"Asa! The gravcycle!" Kazuha screamed. Asa had ahold of the left handlebar, clinging to it for dear life as they fell faster and faster. She swung over the seat, trying to figure out how to start it. Kazuha gripped the rear seat, pulling herself into it.
"On the right, the switch, then the big orange button!" Kazuha shouted over the roaring air rushing through their ears. She clicked her seatbelt into place, and Asa flipped the switch. Kazuha tapped her shoulder and pulled on Asa's safety harness.
With only a kilometer left, Asa clicked the harness in place and pressed the orange button. The gravcycle roared to life, engines whirring, thrusters stabilizing it just a meter from the ground. The gravcycle kissed the dirt softly, then bounced into place where it hovered about a meter above it.
Kazuha sat back, panting with stars in her eyes. Asa leaned forward, laying over the handlebars in an attempt to slow her pounding heart. They had landed in a clearing, one by a dense forest. Asa looked over her shoulder at Kazuha, trading relieved smiles with each other.
"Good job, Kazuha!" Asa panted, feeling her pulse and breathing stabilizing a bit.
"I'm going to make you a legend when we get back to the ship." Kazuha breathed rapidly.
From the forest came a deafening roar, and then the thundering of heavy footsteps. "What is that?" Asa asked out loud, seeing the long, tooth-lined snout of something resembling a dinosaur.
"It's your cue to get us moving!" Kazuha urged her, turning in her seat to reach for the storage bags that had their gear in them. She pulled out one of the new phaser rifles, flipping the power supply on and aiming it at the hulking beast.
"Asa!"
"I'm trying! I've never used one of these before!" Asa shouted.
"Press the lever on the right!"
Asa saw a small thumb lever just under the right handle and pressed it inward. The gravcycle lurched forward, going almost nose-up. "Use the foot pedals!" said Kazuha.
Asa heard the first shots of the phaser rifle, and the dinosaur-thing roaring. She depressed the right pedal down and the gravcycle tilted forward, going nose-down into the dirt. "Left pedal!" Kazuha said.
Kazuha's eyes went wide as the creature charged forward with its jaws wide open. She fired wildly, but it kept coming. She flung her arms up and closed her eyes, thinking this was going to be the end as the putrid breath of the beast washed over her.
With both pedals balanced, the gravcycle steadied and zoomed forward. The open jaws snapped shut behind them, and a roar echoed out as Asa sped away across the clearing.
"We need to find or contact the runabout," Asa said, slowing down when she felt it was safe. Kazuha reached into the bag to find the flip-open communicator and a tricorder.
With the rifle over her lap, Kazuha started searching for the runabout with the tricorder. "Picking up a faint signal a few kilometers away, definitely a Starfleet vessel." Kazuha tapped a few buttons, sending the information to the center screen of the gravcycle.
Asa maneuvered the machine around to follow the map toward the signal, taking them through a forest with tall, gangly conifers and gingko trees. Above them were strange birds, and creatures on the forest floor that were devouring mouthfuls of brambles and ferns.
"You're doing good for your first time!" Kazuha said, trying to encourage Asa a bit.
"Don't distract me or we'll definitely crash!" Asa called back to her. She brought the gravcycle to a stop, hovering in place over a puddle of water that rippled.
A vibrantly colored herd of Stegosaur-type creatures appeared, catching their attention. The plates on their backs were turquoise, radiating into edges of bright orange and red. Trailing behind them were large thagomizers attached to their tails.
The herd lumbered across the forest slowly, paying almost no attention to the two outsiders except for a couple of curious lifts of their heads before moving on.
Meanwhile, at the runabout...
Bae stood in the back doorway with her arms above her, hands gripping the doorframe. She looked down, watching some strange iridescent beetles scurrying across the ground.
"It's my fault," Bae said adamantly.
"Accidents happen," Momo replied.
"Accidents are one thing, getting two members of your crew killed is another."
"We don't know that they're dead, and we're not going to know if we stay here wondering instead of searching for them."
Momo placed her hand on Bae's shoulder, peeking out to see a lush world full of greenery and vibrant colors. "How about you go run a scan for lifeforms? I'll get a tricorder and see what's in the area."
Bae reluctantly nodded and stepped back into the runabout to start a long range scan. She started to press buttons, humming something she'd heard someone on the bridge singing at some point.
"Little life-forms,
Tiny little life-forms,
Precious little life-forms."
Bae clapped her hands twice.
"Where are you, my little life-forms?"
Momo raised an eyebrow, then picked up a phaser rifle and a tricorder to step outside. The heat instantly hit her and she realized that Mina had grossly understated how hot it truly was on this planet. "Gross," Momo said, lifting her boot to see she'd stepped in some kind of jelly-like fungus.
Momo held her tricorder up and scanned the area, spinning in a full 360 until it had finished. She looked at the screen with confusion, it told her that there were a dozen humanoid lifeforms in the immediate vicinity of the runabout, but she saw nothing.
"What the." Momo ran the scan again after a short auto-calibration, thinking maybe the entry through the atmosphere had knocked the calibration off somehow.
It still read a dozen lifeforms.
Momo tucked the tricorder into its pouch on her belt and raised the rifle, sweeping the area with the attached optic. "What?" Momo asked, lowering the rifle to look at it incredulously. The optic had shown her a strange partial outline in bright red, like that of a shoulder and arm.
She raised the rifle again and focused on that spot, and whatever it was moved to reveal a head and chest peeking out from behind a tree. "Hey, Bae!" Momo called nervously.
Bae turned in her seat to look through the runabout, seeing Momo with the rifle raised, crouching in place on one knee. "What is it?" Bae asked, standing in the doorway of the runabout. Momo was aiming at something that Bae couldn't see.
"There's a dozen of them," said Momo, inching slowly toward the ship. "When I bolt for the door, close it as fast as you can."
"What is it, Hirai?" Bae asked, still unable to see anything in the dense brush and trees beyond the narrow clearing they'd set down in.
"We're surrounded," Momo whispered. She heard the distant whine of thrusters, and turned to see a gravcycle speeding over a trickling stream, coming right for them.
"It's Kazuha and Asa!" Bae said excitedly, almost jumping in place. She felt a massive weight falling from her shoulders, and another instantly replacing it as Momo looked down to her left.
A spear had flung itself out of the jungle and planted itself right beside Momo. The accuracy had been dangerously close, coming within a few centimeters of her thigh.
Momo fired blindly into the jungle, the phaser blew apart a thin palm tree and sent it toppling over. She heard frantic shouting from inside the jungle as the gravcycle closed in. "In! Get in!" Momo shouted to them, trying to wave them into the runabout.
A spear shot out in front of Asa's face so closely that she felt the air separating around it on her nose. It sent Asa into a panic and the gravcycle began to spin wildly in circles. Kazuha brought her phaser up, trying to aim at humanoid shapes through the optic.
Her thumb accidentally flipped a selector onto the highest setting, she pulled the trigger and watched with astonishment as a blue ball of crackling energy shot out.
The impact blew up a small section of the jungle about five meters wide, leveling the plants and brush where it hit. "Did you fu-" Kazuha started, but her eyes locked onto a tall, slender, black-skinned form standing at the edge of the destroyed area.
Over two and a half meters tall, clutching a spear, with a lean build and an oblong head flattened with painted ridges. Its skin was onyx black, and it wore nothing beyond a simple wrap of leather around its waist.
Asa tried to turn the gravcycle toward the runabout, but something caused it to veer off and tip over, shutting the engines down as a safety precaution. Before Kazuha and Momo could react, they were surrounded on every side.
Bae slammed the doors of the runabout shut, locking herself inside. Kazuha and Asa clicked their harnesses loose and stood up with their hands in the air. Momo laid her rifle on the ground, and the three of them were surrounded by spearpoints within centimeters of their faces and bodies.
"Can't believe she just left us like that," Asa said quietly.
"Someone has to get help." Momo placed a finger on the tip of a spear, trying to direct it away from her face.
The natives were speaking a strange language, one that the universal translator in their comm badges hadn't yet fully deciphered. Kazuha looked around at all of them, noticing a lot of peculiarities in their heights, body shapes, and the ridges on their heads.
"They're really dimorphic," Kazuha said gently, trying not to provoke one of them to lunge with a spear. Some were short and stocky, others were tall and gangly, and some didn't even look like the same species at all.
One of them picked up a phaser rifle from the ground and looked at it, talking rapidly in their language. Kazuha, Asa, and Momo looked on nervously as their thumb found the trigger. They expected it to fire, but instead it let out a low error noise and flashed a red X on the rear display.
Others started to poke spears at the ship, banging on it, howling at it. Every time they hit it with a spear a metallic ringing made them recoil and shout. "I'm going to assume we've broken the Prime Directive here." Asa looked on, watching one of the stone spearpoints shattering against the hull.
Inside, Bae looked out the window at one of them while frantically trying to send a transmission up to either the Black Mamba or the Venom. She stuck her tongue out at the warrior, who ran away. "Yeah, you better run!" Bae shouted.
Suddenly, something crashed into the side of the hull and sent the runabout rolling across the clearing. The world spun and Bae was tossed from wall-to-wall, slamming into seats, the consoles, and feeling equipment spiraling around her.
It came to a stop and Bae clutched the back of her head with her hands, groaning in pain. The ship rested sideways against a tree and Bae sat up to gather herself. A medkit fell from somewhere right on top of her head.
"That sums up this mission." Bae sighed, throwing the medkit across the runabout. The ship began to vibrate intermittently, and Bae crawled forward to the pilot's seat to look through the windows. The red alert lights were flashing, the computer kept saying "WARNING", and Bae hoisted herself up to her feet.
She pressed her hands to the glass and looked outside. A scream left her as a gigantic foot crashed down right outside the window. It was covered in scales, had three clawed toes, and was as thick as a tree trunk.
She backed away, panting and searching for any sort of weapon she could find. Upon finding the last phaser rifle, she looked forward to see a reptilian eye staring into the runabout, and the steam of its breath on the windows.
Outside had turned grey, and now the pattering of rain against the hull could be heard. Bae remained on her back clutching the rifle, trying not to move in hopes that whatever it was outside would go away.
The head nudged at the front of the shuttlecraft, pushing it about a meter. Bae closed her eyes, praying it would leave. "Go away, go away, go away," she whispered over and over.
Kazuha, Asa, and Momo were marching through the jungle, the black beings pushing them forward. "It's so hot, I need water," Momo groaned, panting as she choked on humidity with hacking coughs.
Through ferns, brambles, and weird plants oozing a clear slime, the three of them were brought to a high wall covered in spikes and debris. A gate opened and they were taken inside to a village to be thrown down in the center of it.
The warriors who had brought them to the village began to dance in a circle around them, chanting excitedly as more gathered. Asa looked to her right, seeing a group of beings that were squat and muscular, like dwarves in the old Earth stories. Then there were the tall black ones, and a third species that looked almost reptilian.
One of the tall ones stepped through the dancers, bringing their celebration to a halt. They looked down at the three of them, raising Momo's face with a bone scepter under her chin.
Around the flattened top of its head was a crown made of some kind of metal, dull in color and encrusted with jagged crystals that jutted out in every direction.
Momo looked up, seeing the towering figure before her spreading its lips to reveal sharp pink shark-like teeth. Its body was lithe, and the waist thinner than her own. A pair of black eyes stared into her own, and she felt the urge to get up and run for her life.
It turned and left them, calling out to the others with a cry of sorts. The trio were hauled to their feet, pushed forward toward a round building where guards with spears waited.
They were shoved in without grace or mercy, thrown to the floor and locked inside. "Well, there goes our hopes of rescue," drifted a voice from a dark corner of the building.
Kazuha recognized it as Chaewon's voice. "Commander?" she called out.
"Yep, and the counselor. We're the only ones left, the dinosaur things ate the others." Chaewon emerged from the darkness in the same special uniform, her face had a couple cuts on it, and she looked exhausted.
"They what?" Asa asked.
"The three men we beamed down with, the dinosaurs ate them." Chaewon shook her head, looking over the three of them.
"They were working on the comm system when the thing came out of nowhere, nothing anyone could do," Wonyoung said from a window on the far side. "The aliens with the flat heads are all female, or at least I think that's what they consider themselves. They call themselves the Matu, they're able to change sex."
"What do you mean, counselor?" Asa walked over to her and looked outside, seeing a stone city full of rivers and waterfalls.
"Some remain female their entire lives, but others will change their sex for two months every year for their mating season. They gather in mass orgies to breed."
"Sounds like our holodeck," Kazuha said. Every head in the room turned to look at her.
"Commander, Bae managed to get away in the runabout, hopefully she will be able to get us a proper away team to help." Momo said.
"Well, at least there's one shred of hope left out there."
Hours passed, the rain helped to drastically tame the heat and the five of them took turns filling their palms with water at the window to drink it up. It tasted odd, slightly sour, but they had no choice otherwise and gathered as much as they could to drink.
"It's rained every day since we got here, always around the same time," Chaewon sprawled out on the floor where the roof was leaking, opening her mouth to let the water drip into it.
Meanwhile...
Bae grabbed hold of a bulkhead, screaming as the runabout went tumbling end-over-end down the side of a hill and crashed into a shallow stream. It was upright, at least, and Bae hopped into the pilot's seat with a cut above her eye.
She looked at the screen and saw the left plasma intake manifold had been damaged, rendering the attached engine and thruster unusable. Bae pounded the edge of the console with her fist, knowing that the mission just got harder.
The craft began to rattle again. Whatever it was that had flipped it to begin with, it was following to toy with it some more. She went through a quick startup sequence, but when she tried to fire up the engines there was a large red warning on the screen, followed by a shuddering as the engines powered back down.
The hull rang again as the beast outside nudged it with its snout, pushing it across the gravel and rocks underneath. Bae cringed at the sound of screeching metal followed by an ear-splitting roar that shook the entire ship.
Her eyes went wide as the thing outside slammed into the runabout, denting the side in like a tin can. In a split second she decided it was time to go. She grabbed the phaser rifle, a survival pack, tapped a few buttons on the console to set the emergency beacon, and waited for the next hit.
It slammed the back of the ship around to face the water, and that's when Bae opened the door and jumped in. It was chest deep, flowing fast, and Bae was able to float on her back to be carried away. She looked at the ship, a massive, hulking predator was crushing it under its foot, trying to sink its teeth in but couldn't.
She floated down the river and only got out on a sandbank when she felt there was enough distance between herself and whatever dinosaur looking thing it was back at the ship.
Now, she faced a jungle with nothing but a tricorder and a rifle, and knew it was up to her to find her crewmates.
In the village...
Things had cooled off to the point that Wonyoung and Asa were getting cold. The five of them sat close together, huddling with one another in the round prison building to try and keep each other warm.
The door opened and in stepped several of the tall beings, two for each of the girls. They grabbed them up and hauled them to the door, dragging them outside and through the rain. "Just cooperate with them, don't try to do anything that will get you hurt," Chaewon said.
They were taken into a large complex built into the side of a mountain. The entire village was built on it with steep stairs, narrow streets, and guards roaming about with spears of varying lengths.
Kazuha and Asa looked up to see a high vaulted ceiling, pillars carved from crystalline structures, and dozens of different species lounging around. They gasped when they entered the next room, which was a full blown orgy. The onyx black bodies of the Matu were on top of females, and not just Matu ones.
Chaewon and Wonyoung had already seen this, but Momo, Asa, and Kazuha looked around to see women of various species getting their holes piped by long dark cocks.
"Like I said, just do what they want, or we'll never get back to the ship." Chaewon looked over her shoulder at the others, each bearing a mortified expression on their face.
"Can't be any worse than when you were sleeping with that jellyhead guy," Asa leaned over to say to Kazuha, nudging her with her elbow.
"He was a Gallamite, and I still have nightmares about his cock in me. It was like getting shagged by a jellyfish." Kazuha tensed up, shaking her head for a moment before her entire body followed suit.
The guards let them go and walked away, leaving them in the center of the chamber. The heavy doors slammed shut, and they were left to watch and listen to the sights and sounds of a raucous orgy.
"Alright, Momo, get in there!" Kazuha said, punching Momo on the shoulder encouragingly. "Take one for the team!"
"Always knew we could rely on you, Momo," Asa said, nodding and turning to Kazuha, who nodded back.
Momo rolled her eyes. Another door opened, and several more tall Matu walked in completely naked, their massive hung black cocks swinging around wildly. They gathered around the five of them, standing over them so high that the women had to crane their necks backward to see their captors.
Chaewon sighed and led by example, unzipping her uniform and peeling it down her body until it was bunched around her ankles. She'd already stripped like this the day before, as did Wonyoung, who followed her lead.
She stepped out of her boots, then the suit, and stood naked in front of the Matu. Wonyoung was beside her, and the other three watched as they were hoisted onto pitch black shoulders and carried away. Wonyoung called out to them, "if you just go with it you'll get to eat later, if you don't, you'll probably be dinner out in the jungle!"
"When we get back to the ship I'm telling the captain that this planet fucking blows," said Momo. She reluctantly began to strip her uniform off, revealing her fat Japanese boobs contained in a black bra. She kicked off her boots, stripped naked, and felt a pair of smooth four-fingered hands picking her up.
"When on a class M, I guess!" Asa said, stripping down. Kazuha was the last to get naked, and she instantly felt cold. She locked a hand with Asa and the two of them stepped forward with their bare feet on smooth glossy crystalline floors.
The jungle...
Bae swatted at insects as big as her hand, and cursed with every thorny bramble that poked into her uniform. Her hands were covered in cuts, bleeding lightly as she moved onward.
Her boots were caked in mud, only accumulating more of it with each heavy step she took. She held the rifle aloft with her right hand, scanning with the tricorder in her left, hoping to not run into any more large predators.
The heat was getting to her, and the rain was nonstop. Around her boots were small mini-rivers of water rushing around the soles, and above was a canopy shedding the deluge like an outdoor shower.
Hot, soaked, frustrated, Bae continued on as the irritation settled in. "I could be back on the ship right now laid back with a nice scotch in hand, dry and relaxed." Bae used the rifle to start moving ferns out of the way. "But no. Bae do this, Bae do that, Bae go on this perilous away mission and almost get your friends killed."
Bae paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath. She remembered there were others relying on her and that she was the only one who could track them down and bring them home to the big black ship orbiting the planet.
"You know what?" Bae asked herself, "this doesn't suck enough! Make it rain some more! Throw in some lightning! Maybe even send that big jackass from earlier my way and I'll crank this bad boy up until it's shooting like a photon torpedo."
With a couple stiff slaps to her cheeks and a shake of her head, Bae felt energized and reinvigorated. She started up the muddy hill, following the signal to the gravcycle. She stopped at the edge of the clearing and crouched in the brush, looking through the optic to see three outlines.
The Matu were still present, scavenging anything they could. She saw they had the other rifles, and they were milling around the gravcycle curiously. Naturally, Bae did what any highly trained Starfleet officer would do.
She charged right in, guns blazing.
The phaser rifle shot out bursts of amber-colored energy that landed around the Matu and shot chunks of dirt into the air. The Matu panicked and threw their spears, but Bae dodged and set the rifle to stun. She fired at each in rapid succession, hitting each one and dropping them in a fit like they were having a seizure.
Bae gathered the rifles and stuffed them into the cargo bags, then pulled the gravcycle upright to start it. She whipped it around the clearing, scanning for anything that might be sensitive or valuable to Starfleet, then zipped down the hill to the crash site to find it empty.
The runabout was crumpled up horribly with a window popped out of its frame. Bae looked around, then scanned to be doubly sure nothing dangerous still lurked nearby. She crawled into the ruined craft to flip open a box on the console, one that ran on a separate energy source.
With the press of a few buttons she set the program. "Self destruct sequence activated," the computer said. The cracked screen began counting down from five minutes, and Bae crawled back out, retrieving a medkit and field rations along the way.
Back on the gravcycle, Bae sped away and only looked back when she heard the explosion. Dirt and ash rained down, and a fireball shot up into the sky. Back up the hill, long range scanners activated, Bae began her search for the others.
The Matu palace...
Kazuha and Asa both crawled up between the spread black legs of a very tall Matu lounging in place on a circular cushion. They smiled, giggling together as they laid their hands on the abnormally big cock. It was forearm-length, floppy, and a sack with one massive pulsating ball inside it jostled around beneath the shaft.
Beside them, Momo was going to town with her tongue and hands working a long black Matu cock. Behind her another positioned himself, and Momo spread her legs as fat black dick penetrated her soaking cunt. She let out a moan, rolling her eyes back with her throat stuffed full of cock.
Wonyoung put her thick lips to work on two Matu cocks, the heads pressed together in her mouth as she sucked on them. Her hands stroked their shafts, and a third Matu gripped her hips from behind. Wonyoung let out a muffled squealing as her tight hole was stretched.
Chaewon had jumped straight in and was already triple penetrated. She had a big black cock in her throat that bulged widely, another Matu pinned under her with their cock pulsing deep inside her pussy, and a third that ravaged her ass with heavy thrusts.
"That's it, get your mouth on it," Kazuha teased Asa, watching closely as Asa slipped the head into her mouth and gave it several slow sucks before passing it to Kazuha. Feeling competitive, Kazuha prepared herself and relaxed her jaw, taking it in deeply.
"What the hell!" Asa exclaimed with a gasp. Kazuha had buried the long dick in her throat, forcing even more down until she couldn't breathe and had to let it flop from her heaving mouth.
Momo started to work back her tight body back and forth, her big tits dangling under her as she did so. She rocked forward, sucking in black cock until her throat bulged, then pressed her hips backward until her abs were bulging.
Wonyoung's screams echoed through the oval-shaped chamber, bouncing off the high ceiling and mixing with the chorus of moans from other women. The Matu behind her grabbed her little tits, squeezing them, then her throat. She felt helpless with the Betazoid half of her mind going absolutely insane.
Her screams were cut off by a black cock slapping the side of her face with force. The head jammed against her thick, glossy lips, forcing its way inside until she parted them and felt it heading straight for the back of her throat.
Wonyoung began to gag, prompting her to slap at the Matu's thighs weakly. She felt a hand coiling around her neck, choking her until her cheeks flushed red.
Chaewon gasped as a waterfall of spit ran down her chin and neck. She moaned deeply, her hips bucking against two sets of black hips, desperately trying to get all the cock she could into her holes.
She'd had nothing but imaginary holodeck cock for weeks and feeling something real inside her sent her over the edge. She loved the feeling of their pulsing, the way their shafts engorged themselves, and how every thrust deep inside her had no safety protocols to stop it.
She threw her head back, moaning deeply as they pounded her pussy and ass. Her small, pale form sandwiched between them, drenched in their beading sweat.
Momo double-fisted two massive black cocks, stroking one while she sucked on the other. Her body jolted forward with every hard thrust, making her eyes temporarily cross inward as she alternated between them.
The Matu behind Momo drove into her with force, the thick shaft stretching her cunt to its limits. Her fingers wrapped around the second cock she'd been stroking, and she pulled it to her mouth alongside the one she was already sucking.
She gagged hard, taking both heads past her lips until her cheeks bulged obscenely. Her tongue writhed between them, tasting the oozing precum that spilled from the heads. Behind her, the Matu's ballsack slapped against her clit with every thrust, the single massive orb jostling with each impact.
Kazuha watched Momo with wide eyes, then turned back to the cock Asa had passed her. She smirked, wiping spit from her chin. "My turn again?" she giggled. She positioned herself between the Matu's legs, taking the floppy length in both hands to stroke it hard.
She licked a long black cock across the underside from base to tip, then swirled her tongue around the head. The Matu let out a low groan and she felt their fingers running through her hair.
Asa leaned in close, her hot breath on Kazuha's cheek. "Don't choke this time," she teased. Asa felt the pressure of a cockhead against her pussy lips, and she arched her back, pushing against it. The Matu slid inside her in one smooth motion, stretching her around the thick shaft. Asa gasped, her hands gripping Kazuha's shoulders for support as the alien began to fuck her with long, deep strokes.
Kazuha grinned and took the cock into her mouth again, this time pacing herself. She worked her way down inch by inch, letting her throat relax around the throbbing girth. She held it there for a moment, feeling the pulse of the pronounced veins through the shaft against her tongue, then pulled back with a wet pop.
Asa could only moan, her eyes fluttering as the Matu behind her picked up the pace. She felt the black cock stretching her walls, hitting spots that made her legs tremble and toes curl.
Chaewon was lost in a haze of sensation. The Matu in her throat gripped her head, and now the head bumped against the back of her throat with every thrust, making her gag hard. The two behind her moved in perfect sync, one buried in her pussy, the other in her ass.
Their large hands roamed her body, squeezing her small breasts, pinching her nipples, slapping at her ass hard enough to leave bruises. She didn't care, she wanted them to use her, to fill every hole until she couldn't think straight.
Her orgasm built slowly, back dipping inward, body going rigid. She let out a deep muffled scream around the cock in her mouth as her pussy and ass both clamped down on the black cocks inside her. The Matu beneath her grunted, releasing hot, thick ropes of cum into her cunt.
Wonyoung's Betazoid half was in full effect now. She could feel the emotions of everyone in the room. The raw lust, the hunger, the satisfaction, all coalescing together. It overwhelmed her senses, amplifying every touch to the point she felt she would cum at any moment.
The Matu choking her released their grip, and she gasped for air, only to have another cock shoved into her mouth. She sucked desperately, her mind spinning with telepathic waves of pleasure from Chaewon, Momo, Asa, and Kazuha.
Wonyoung felt a wave of warmth wash over her as her eyes released tears due to the brutal throating she was receiving. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, her hips bucking back against the black cock fucking her from behind. Her orgasm hit unexpectedly, an eruption of pleasure that made her scream into the shaft stuffing her throat.
Momo lay on her back, one cock deep in her pussy while she held the other to her lips, licking and sucking the head as it pulsed against her tongue. The Matu above her thrust into her cunt with long, deep strokes, dark hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wider. She looked up at him, her eyes rolling, smiling like the horny slut she was.
Black hips slammed into her, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the chamber. Momo's moans became incoherent as she felt her orgasm building. She grabbed the cock in her hand and shoved it into her mouth, taking it deep until her nose pressed against their pelvis. She held there, letting him feel her throat contract around him, then pulled back.
Asa and Kazuha exchanged a deep kiss, their tongues tasting big black Matu cock on each other lips. Asa was on her hands and knees, a Matu fucking her from behind wildly while Kazuha offered her cunt to Asa's mouth. Asa licked and sucked at Kazuha's clit while the Matu pounded into her with their balls slapping against her thighs. Kazuha moaned, her fingers tangled in Asa's hair, brushing back her bobcut gently.
The air grew thick with the smell of sex and sweat. The rising chorus of moans, grunts, and wet sounds filled the oval chamber. Chaewon had been flipped onto her stomach, a Matu plowing her pussy while another knelt by her head, offering their cock for her to suck. She took it eagerly, her hands gripping dark thighs as she bobbed her head.
Wonyoung was now sandwiched between two Matu, one in her cunt and one in her ass. She'd never been stretched or fucked in the ass before, but she knew this wasn't going to be the last time.
Her Betazoid senses were flooded with the emotions of the aliens. Their thoughts were raw, uncaring, all they wanted to do was pump her full of their sperm and send her away for the next taker. For a moment, Wonyoung didn't want anything else. She wanted to be passed around, to be used and abused, left covered in cum and panting.
Momo came again, her back arching off the cushion as she screamed into the chamber. The Matu above her groaned, their cock shooting into her pussy with a thick flood of hot nut. Momo felt it filling her, dripping down across her ass as her eyes rolled back fully.
One by one, the Matu reached their climaxes. The chamber filled with the sounds of deep, resonant groans and the wet slapping of hips pumping until holes were filled with cum. Kazuha came with her abs tightening and a deep moan, her hips grinding against Asa's mouth. Asa followed soon after, her body trembling as the Matu behind her emptied himself into her cunt.
Chaewon was last. She had three Matu working her now, one in each hole, pumping away like they didn't care about anything else. She was beyond thoughts, her mind blank and dumb.
When the Matu in her pussy finally came, she felt the seed pumping into her, and the one in her ass followed soon after. The one in her throat pulled out, spraying her face with sticky ropes that glued her eyes shut.
She collapsed onto the cushion, panting, covered in sweat and cum. The others lay around her, similarly spent. The Matu withdrew slowly, their massive cocks softening, leaving the breeding chamber one after another.
Wonyoung lay on her back, staring up at the high ceiling of the oval chamber. She reached out and grabbed Momo's hand, smiling softly as Momo pulled her in to cuddle tightly.
Kazuha propped herself up on her elbows, looking around at the Matu who were now lounging, their cocks still glistening. "Maybe this planet isn't such a shithole after all," she said.
Chaewon just moaned in agreement, too exhausted to speak. The five of them lay there, tangled together, the sounds of their heavy breathing slowly returning to normal.
About a half hour passed when there was a sudden panic among the Matu. An explosion in the distance could be heard, and then the spine tingling roar of a large predator.
There was a lot of shouting going on outside, followed by a whirring noise. The five Starfleet officers pulled their uniforms on just in time as the chamber doors exploded open, one of them falling off the hinges.
Bae had arrived, using the rifle to stun anything and everything not in a Starfleet uniform. "Get on!" Bae called. Together, they piled onto the gravcycle, weighing it down as they grabbed hold of whatever they could to maintain their balance.
Bae steered it back out of the palace, narrowly dodging a set of snapping teeth that nearly grabbed Wonyoung by the head. "I felt it, I felt its teeth in my hair!" Wonyoung shouted, wrapping her arms around Bae's waist from the side.
Asa and Kazuha looked back for a brief moment. The dinosaur, standing at least ten meters tall and thirty meters long, flung a Matu body carelessly from its jaws and whirled around.
It let out a triumphant roar as the Matu fled from the palace. Some were attempting to fight it, but more dinosaurs were coming through the broken gate, causing them to turn and run as well.
"Where are we going?" Chaewon asked Bae as soon as she'd cleared the village walls.
"To the runabout you arrived in, I located it not far from here," Bae said back to her. "And then we're getting off this hellhole!"
They sped along and came to a stop at a dented runabout, undoubtedly attacked by the same aggressive dinosaurs as the other one. Bae parked the gravcycle inside and shut the doors, making sure everyone was safe and secure inside.
Chaewon took the helm and started the ascent upward without issue, slowly breaching through the atmosphere and back into space. "Captain Yu is going to be so pissed off about the other runabout," Bae said, her head resting back against the chair, eyes looking up at the ceiling.
"You did what you had to, don't worry about it." Chaewon shifted in her seat, feeling the cum oozing out of her holes. Behind her, Asa and Kazuha both coughed occasionally, holding hands the entire way up. Momo found herself unzipping her uniform to show her cleavage, and Wonyoung kept licking her lips repeatedly.
In the ready room...
Karina inhaled deeply and set her palms on the table, leaning over it. Bae looked around at her fellow officers, suddenly feeling like the loss of a runabout wasn't so bad after listening to their reports.
"I have no words." Karina's lips tightened and she sat down in her chair, covering her face with her hands. "We failed to pick up lifeforms on that planet, the away team gets captured by a non-warp primitive society, used as... Ugh." Karina rubbed her forehead.
"The Prime Directive is the one rule we must never break," she said, "and we didn't just break it down there, we broke it by bending over and letting it fuck both of our away teams." Karina looked absolutely livid, and Chaewon found herself trying to look as small as she possibly could.
"Nakamura, Enami, you're both on leave until two days from now at eighteen hundred hours. Chief Myoi will conduct post-mission debriefings." Karina looked at them, then waved her hand to dismiss both. "Miss Hirai, you aren't a member of my crew, but I'm to understand you're Captain Park's first officer."
"Yes, captain," Momo said meekly, standing up at attention to at least muster up some sort of professional image. "I apologize, captain," she continued.
"Captain Park will determine what to do with you. Miss Yontararak is waiting to beam you over on transporter pad one, go see her." Karina dismissed her, leaving only Bae and Chaewon in the room with her.
"Commander," Karina said, turning her chair to stare a hole right into the side of Chaewon's head. "You'll be taking care of maintenance on the automated Jefferies Tube cleaners for the next three months. Daily maintenance." Karina continued staring as Chaewon nodded.
"Yes, captain," Chaewon said.
"Miss Hwang will sign off on your daily logs."
"Of course, captain."
"And if Chief Hwang finds anything else for you to do, she has been given authority that supersedes your rank while in engineering. And order from Hwang is an order from myself."
"Understood, captain."
"Nu uh," Karina said as Chaewon stood up to leave. "One last thing."
Karina faced Bae, who was at the opposite end of the table from her. "Specialist, if it hadn't been for you cleaning up this mess they'd probably all still be down there getting their brains scrambled by big black cocks." Karina stood up, straightening her purple captain's shirt.
"I'd like to formally acknowledge you for your outstanding service. You've willingly served aboard the Black Mamba and the Venom interchangeably as needs demand, and done it without complaint." Karina pulled a datapad from the table and walked toward her.
Bae stood up and Karina presented it to her. "For your efforts, I've recommended you be awarded the Starfleet Medal of Gallantry, though I have made a case for it to be elevated to Medal of Valor."
Bae strolled out of the ready room moments later, head held high, practically strutting as she passed Miyeon and the others on the bridge. "Specialist," Miyeon said with a nod. Bae nodded back and stepped into the turbolift.
Karina, followed by Chaewon, entered the bridge. "We'll be here for a couple more days. Command wants us to wait for the ion storm to settle and see how much damage we caused." Karina sighed, taking a seat in her chair.
"Not as much damage as Winter took when I spanked her at racquetball earlier," Ryujin said from the helm.
Winter, tight-lipped and serious, turned to look at Karina. "Miss Shin," Karina said, prompting Yuna to call out "yes, captain?" from behind her.
"Ryujin." Karina rubbed her forehead, she had forgotten there were two Shin's on the bridge. "Keep us in a synchronized orbit, any gaps in that storm should be taken advantage of with scans."
"Aye, captain!" Ryujin said.
"Miss Kim, come with me." Karina said. Winter stuck her tongue out at Ryujin as she got up and followed Karina to the turbolift.
"Miss Cho, you have the bridge."
Miyeon nodded, watching Karina and Winter leave. Miyeon turned to Chaewon sitting in the commander's chair. "Perhaps you should go and rest, commander," Miyeon said.
Chaewon's eyes lit up, a slight smile on her face. "Can I?" she asked. Miyeon nodded, and Chaewon didn't press further, leaving to head to her quarters.
Miyeon sat back in the captain's chair, crossing her legs and lacing her fingers together across her fit stomach. The clicking and beeping of keys, the occasional verbal communication between officers, the steady hum of the ship, everything was just how she liked it.
Many decks below, Asa and Kazuha were locked together against a wall in Asa's densely decorated room full of plants. Their hands groping each other, lips kissing, tongues smashing.
"We should check out my holodeck program," Kazuha said between heavy breaths and deep kisses. Asa gripped her hand and squeezed, pulling her to the door.
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.
***
"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.
"WaitâKarina's moving out today?" He lowered the paper slowly, ink smudging his fingertips. "Why the sudden rush? Shouldn't we at least discussâ"
"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.â
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, kiddoâ" His calloused palm landed on your shoulder with the weight of a sandbag "âdon'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 herâcreaking pipes settling, the refrigerator humming to lifeâbut 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 eyelidsâthe 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 insideâ
***
The front door clicked shut behind you with finality, the sound swallowed by the empty house. You didn't call outâno "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 screenâjust that goddamn video looping behind your eyelids every time you blinked.
A floorboard creaked outside your door.
You didn't moveâjust 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 roomâtoo 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 tongueâtoo 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 concernâthe same tone she'd used when bandaging skinned knees years ago,"It's okay!"
"No, Mom. I'm fiâ" 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 soothingâit 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 shirtâa 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?â
Eunbi's fingers lingered on her chin, the pad of her thumb brushing absently against her lower lipâa 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.â
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 calmâtoo 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 eyelidsâYujin'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 thighâonce, twiceâbefore 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 beneathânot 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.â
The voice cracked like dry kindling, the words scraping your throat raw. "No, Momâno 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.â
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 tearsâsalty and young and unmistakably hersâflooded 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 rightfullyâ
"Then let Mommy love you, baby.â
The silence stretched between you like a live wireâcharged 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.
"Ahâforget Iâ" 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?â
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 drowningâher 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 frozeânot 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 dangerousâlike 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 silverâthe 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 skinâa 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 curveâthe dip of her waist, the swell of her hips that had once cradled your infant formânow 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 heardâhusky and ripe with something that made your pulse stutter.
The words tumbled out before you could stop themâraw 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 faceâtoo 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 followedâthen anotherâuntil 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 cleaningâbut 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 fuckâ" 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 momentsâeyes half-lidded, lips parted around your girth, the very picture of debauched serenity.
The room filled with wet, rhythmic soundsâEunbi'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 eyelashesâan 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 faceâtoo 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 upâyears 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.
"AurghâMomâ" 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 nipplesâharder than you'd ever seen themâbrushed 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 likeâ" her voice dropped to a whisper, husky with something that shouldn't exist between parent and child, "this?â
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 outâjust the very tipâto 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... Momâ" 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 noisesâthe 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.
"MomâfuckâI can'tâ" 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 breastsâher 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 lipsâEunbi'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 strandâslow, 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 mouthâthe 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 hipsâthe 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 youâa 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.â
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 lipsâthe 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?â
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 stutteredâa 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 entranceâthat 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 throatsâhers 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 hipsâsilk-soft skin pressed flush against yours, damp with sweat and the evidence of her arousal.
"Ohâfuckâ" she whimpered, the curse strange on her usually pristine lips, "you're soâahâso big, my baby boyââ
"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 waistâthe 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 likeâfuckâlike 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 shriekâa sound halfway between pain and ecstasyâas her nails scored bloody crescents into your shoulders.
"A-ah! There, right thereâ" 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 penetrationâthe 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 deepââ
Eunbi's hips bucked wildly beneath you, her body moving with a rhythm that felt both practiced and desperateâas 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 itâgodâI like my son fucking meâ" 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 obsceneâher 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-fasterâ" she begged, the words slurring together as her head thrashed against the pillows. "Please, baby, pleaseââ
The headboard slammed against the wall with each piston-like thrust, the rhythm syncopated by Eunbi's ragged gasps. Her thighsâonce soft enough to cradle your childhood tearsânow 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 togetherâ" The sentence fractured into a scream as you angled upward, hitting that spot deep inside her that made her entire body convulse.
âbaby-UrghâŚ. â
Eunbi's scream tore through the room like shattered glassâhigh, broken, utterly ruinedâas 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 whiteâeach 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.
"FuckâMomâ" 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 breathingâhers 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 hipsâthose 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 inevitableâlike 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.
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Aware of the consequences, IU postpones an integral part of her ambassador contract with Gucci. Months later, she must prove her word and carry out her part of the bargain, interests included.
September 15th, 2022
"I want all the female crew to shine in this part. We can have the women singing the 'Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh' while they dance to close theâŚ"
"Jieunah, they're calling now." Manager Hanteo whispered in IU's ear, causing her to grimace and sigh. She nodded and followed him to a closed area, away from all the staff. "Are you sure about this?"
"Do I look sure?" She replied and threatened him with her eyes when she saw his lips about to move. "It's not you they'll fuck," she added, entering an empty room.
"Why are you postponing this one?" He wondered earnestly, showing his concern.
"Look, if things go as expected, I would have already asked a lot from Jongsuk." She shook her head, pursing her lips. "I wouldn't like to push him any further. Postponing this would put me on good terms with him and make whatever comes next easier for everyone." Jieun had no filter with Hanteo. The stress she had added to herself by suggesting to her boyfriend a big sex party to celebrate The Golden Hour, and telling him the truth about her and Seungdae, her lifelong friend and lover, was palpable.
Still, her manager was confused, given the countless servicing sessions in the past and the few ones she already had with Gucci over the last couple of years.
She sighed. "If things don't go as expected, my relationship will be over. Being fucked senseless after being dumped during or after the party would break me down even more." She knew herself too well. Sex, particularly with her lovers, had become an extension of her happiness, but when she was sad or depressed, sex with strangers only made things worse. "Either way, it's the best option."
The call was complicated. IU was to be one of the post-event attractions for the sponsors and investors at the Gucci Twinsburg S/S 2023 Fashion Show in Milan, just five days after The Golden Hour concerts. Refusing to play her part required rearranging staff and other servers' schedules for the night, cost money and trust on both sides, and damaged the brand's reputation.
Drawing on her best-actress skills, she kept herself collected and flirty to secure a new arrangement for herself. One that would keep the brand and the investors happy, and one that would allow her to maintain her status as one of Gucci's global ambassadors. Since international brands avoid paperwork for these matters, both sides had to trust each other to keep their promises.
"You know there's no such thing as 'the main attraction' for those kinds of events, right?" Hanteo voiced after they finished, taking her back where she found her.
"I guess there will be now," she shrugged, accepting the fate she had locked herself in.
The concert was a success in every aspect. Surprisingly for her, even though the sex party with Jongsuk and his lifelong friend was not precisely the orgy she originally wanted, the night was fulfilling in several ways, and just as successful as her concerts. Not only had she managed to get fucked by her two men, but they became friends. In a way, they were in an arrangement where she might as well say she's got two boyfriends.
Her men got so invested in the party that neither of them even remembered the upcoming Fashion Show. As much as Jieun enjoyed their frightened realization, she didn't extend their torture. Calmly, she explained the situation in the best way possible, clarifying that she would not have to do anything sexual in Milan, but hiding the possible consequences she would need to experience in the future. Seungdae's face, however, confirmed he already had an idea.
The actual Fashion Show went smoothly for her. They had a photo session in several stunning outfits, but the actual fit for the show was perfect, letting investors and sponsors know she was not on the menu that day. With no post-event activities, she was surprised at how quickly it all ended.
Before she left, the main Gucci representative reminded her of the weight her word carried and the negative impact of failing to uphold her part of the deal. She scoffed with a cocky smirk on her face. "Have I disappointed you before?" She asked him, bringing a smile to his face as they parted ways.
Months went by, and her relationship with Seungdae and Jongsuk grew stronger each day, just as the friendship between the two men did.
Finally, the day to explain everything about her Gucci deal had arrived.
"So I told them I could not do it then, and since the next event was going to be in Korea anyway, they said they would make some arrangements to 'celebrate my birthday' or something like that," she giggled, forcing a smile on her face, eyes going from one man to the other.
"Fuck," her friend sighed, closing his eyes and running his hands through his hair.
Jongsuk understood that reaction meant only one thing. "Shit," he let out, collapsing on the couch where Jieun was.
"Why didn't you tell us? We would have understood and saved you whatever the fuck they'll do to you," Seungdae exclaimed in a collected voice, walking through the living room from one side to the other.
"Both of us would have agreed to that," Jongsuk sighed, throwing his head back.
"You, I believe you," she stated, pointing at Seungdae before turning to her boyfriend with a deathly stare. "You don't say anything else. People still tease me because you made me cry at my party." Jieun's lips remained parted, showing her teeth.
"Princess, the three of us were too focused on the concert and the party," her friend interveened, trying to appease the waters. "Our priority those days was to make you happy and try not to kill each other. It was the first time either of us had ever really shared you in person," he added.
Jieun exhaled deeply, deflating on the couch. "I know⌠I just didn't want to add any more chaos to the whole thing."
"We know," both men said in unison.
"This is happening in Korea, which will make it easy for us to be there for you, and we still have time to prepare mentally," Jongsuk nodded, using a comforting tone. "You said the event was near your birthday, right? When exactly?"
She shrank even more on the couch, pulling a small cushion to cover her face. "May 16th." Her voice was barely audible, but their reactions were not, particularly Jongsuk's. Whatever remnants of denial he still had disappeared in an instant.
"This was going to be her first birthday with you, right?" Seungdae asked the actor, who gave a defeated nod. "Look, I know you and I had talked about teaming up and preparing something for her, but with the event at hand, she won't have time for both of us."
His words were a fact; the pair of celebrities knew it. She stared at her beloved friend, eyes screaming for help. After learning the true depth of Seungdae's relationship with Jieun, Jongsuk knew to pay full attention to whatever point he was trying to make if the topic was his girlfriend.
"Look, man. Spend the previous night with her and help her get ready before Mr. Park comes to pick her up for this thing." Both of their faces showed their concern about him. "I've spent god knows how many birthdays with her, and I'm sure I'll get more in the future. But I have helped her recover from most of her servicing sessions for years. Whatever you're picturing," he spoke directly to Jongsuk," trust me, it's not the same watching her at the end of one of those videos than seeing her in person when she gets back home."
Jieun gulped, remembering every time he welcomed her, no matter how physically or emotionally broken she arrived. She turned to see her boyfriend's paling face. "It's okay. You two can team up another time, but as long as you help me prepare for it, I'll be more than happy and thankful," she reassured him, reaching for his hand as he nodded.
"We got a plan, then," Seungdae smiled at the couple.
May 15th, 2023
As pacted, Jieun spent the eve of her birthday with her boyfriend. He did everything in his power to make her laugh, blush, and overall, have a great day. Considering the physical preparations for the following day, she had a very light dinner before going to bed with Jongsuk.
Honouring her default pet name within the throuple, he treated her like a princess, worshipping every part of her body before making love to her until they fell asleep in each other's embrace.
The following morning, she woke up way later than usual, not only because she'd need all the energy she could get, but mainly because it was her day. Not so surprisingly, as soon as she scrunched her nose, Jongsuk sang Happy Birthday to her, congratulating her for another year well lived, and giving her his best wishes for the one to come. Seungdae, however, limited himself to a quick call to congratulate her and ensure he'll be there when she returns to her apartment.
With the life of an idol and a plethora of servicing sessions backing her up, she knew her ritual for a draining day. First, a light breakfast; even if she's not one for physically demanding choreographies, her body had learnt to make the most out of the minimum. Sadly for IU, since an early investor paid for her to get laser hair removal, a common but well remunerated request for petite idols, there was no need for her to get her pubis trimmed or waxed anymore.
The rest of the ritual, even with brands as big as Gucci, included a profound shower and cleaning her ass with an enema. After the internal cleanup, having her boyfriend there escalated that shower to another round of sex. Despite the requirement of having her pussy free of any cum for the event, she insisted that Jongsuk fill her womb again.
"Let them think they were the first of today," she giggled moments before his warmth flooded her insides. Clenching tightly, Jieun cleaned her folds, leaving her vulva exactly how they requested it.
After another hour, her bodyguard arrived and took her to the Gyeongbokgung Palace, where the Gucci Seoul Cruise 2024 Fashion Show would take place. While the actual show was scheduled to start at night, she and the other guests, ambassadors or otherwise, had to arrive earlier for a proper fitting and a few photo sessions.
"Fuck," Jieun murmured as soon as the staff helping her get into her outfit suddenly left, leaving her naked from the waist up, save for some pasties to hide her nipples. She sighed and put on a smile to face the same representative she had made the deal with. "I thought you'd find me as soon as I stepped into the palace," IU smirked at him, standing proud of her body.
He scoffed, scanning her completely. "You are not the only one on my list today. Although certainly, you're the most important this time," he grinned, approaching her. "Final outfit, right?" He asked, looking for something in his jacket.
Jieun felt his knee pressing between her legs. Obediently, she opened them, raising her hips for him to lift her skirt. "Yes," she scoffed as he pulled her panties down her legs.
"You won't be needing these for the rest of the night," he whispered, taking them to his nose to inhale her musk, ogling at IU's furious eyes. "We missed you last year." He took her panties to the inner pocket of his jacket, taking out a Lush vibrator. "Come find us if the battery runs out," he winked at her, running the vibrator through her folds and shoving it into IU's cunt. "We'll know if that happens," he added, turning it on and brushing her clit with his middle finger.
"Is that all?" She giggled at the persistent buzzing in her walls.
"Why? You want to start early?" The rep leaned towards her face, taking the liberty to grab one of her firm tits.
"I'd rather save as much as I can for the main show," IU smiled widely, showing her teeth.
"We'll see if you can bear it," he whispered in her mouth, licking her soft lips.
IU chased his mouth to kiss him before biting him softly, chuckling as he stepped back. "You'd better be a challenge and not just another slippery event," she replied flirtily.
"Can't wait to find out." He smiled, reaching for his pocket. "Get dressed, doll. I'll see you soon," he concluded, walking away while the vibrations on the idol's cunt increased just a bit more.
She bit her lips, contemplating her bald pussy and the pink antenna between her legs. Jieun tried to ignore the toy inside of her, getting almost fully dressed before the staff returned to fix her hair and makeup.
After finishing her photoshoot, she was surprised to find Hanni lurking behind some flowers. Smiling warmly, IU approached her hoobae, complimenting her looks but mostly to check whether she was feeling well about the post-event activities scheduled for her.
"To be honest, I'm a bit surprised," Hanni replied softly. "I thought they'd arrange something for me since I'm already of age overseas, but they said they'll wait for next year," she pouted, shrugging at the idol.
IU smirked. "That's a relief, isn't it?"
"Yes," she admitted. "I'm still getting used to this side of things."
"Oh, my⌠Let me know if you need anything, alright?" Jieun pouted, leaning a bit toward her face.
"Thank you," Hanni giggled shyly. "What about you, sunbaenim?"
"Oh, I'll find out later," IU laughed confidently, winking at the young girl.
A little after her brief conversation with Hanni, Jieun moved through the Palace, admiring the scenery and the final preparations as everyone got ready for the Fashion Show.
"I guess I should thank you in some way," she heard a masculine voice say behind her, startling her.
"Aish!" She weakly hit Kai's shoulder.
"Getting mentally ready?" He asked.
"I have no idea what they'll do to me tonight. Not much I can prepare to," she replied.
"IU: The first main attraction for the hidden event behind the event," he chuckled. "I hope whatever move cornered you to do this was worth it."
Jieun smirked, nodding at him. "Every bit of it. Are you ready for your share of tonight?"
"Same as always, I guess. It's really just part of the job at this point." Resignation. For male idols, the outcome of servicing in any way could mean having a blast or becoming numb to sex. Kai, being the performer that he is, could push through the numbness and deliver a good show. While some ambassadors could select their clientele, idols usually had no choice but to serve the investors assigned to them.
"If it's worth something, you can come find me if you need to release some frustration or even anger." Jieun's words were no means of flirtation, but rather comfort. "I can take it," she added with a wink and a smile.
He laughed. "As tempting as the offer is, I don't think I'll have the mental energy to even try it. You've already lightened the load for Shin Mina and me, especially for Hanni. Plus, I'll have Jay Park going crazy in the same hall." The rapper was the opposite of Kai when it came to servicing; he loved it and was often down for any crazy request, which earned him the title of ambassador. "Maybe if we meet at another event?"
She rolled her eyes with a playful smirk. "Hmmm, I'll have to considâ" IU moaned loudly at the sudden strong vibrations, tightening her whole body.
"Remote or something?" Kai chuckled.
"Y-Yes," she laughed angrily, while the toy lowered its intensity. "We have to go," Jieun exhaled, shaking her head after finding the Gucci representative contemplating the idols from afar.
By the time they returned to the main area, everything was ready to start, and the ambassadors reunited with the guests. Some idols, like Ryujin, attend solely for business; others, like Winter, go to review their options in hopes of finding a deal that best suits their career and desires. For others like Bibi or Leeseo, it was a night to enjoy themselves; if the opportunity to become an ambassador came knocking, they would welcome it.
20:00 hrs. The event started, and in just one hour, it was over. The entire group of attendees moved to a nearby building for the after-party.
As soon as IU arrived, the rep found her and took her to a bathroom. Calmly, she watched him pull up her skirt and take the vibrator directly into his mouth, sucking it purposefully. She grinned and bit her lower lip, remembering the heavy load of cum her boyfriend had deposited in her pussy hours ago.
"Delicious," he voiced, staring directly in her devilish eyes.
"I bet you want more of that," IU purred, taking his hand to her drenched folds. He fingered her for a moment before taking his digits to his mouth, ignoring the fact that her juices were mixed with her boyfriend's jizz. After savoring them, he shoved them into the idol's mouth for her to lick them clean. More than willingly, she enjoyed her own flavor, still mixed with a bit of Jongsuk's taste.
"It should last until midnight." The representative showed her a new vibrator. The same model as the other one, but fully charged. Her wet vulva allowed for a deep and smooth insertion into IU's cunt before he turned it on.
"Predictable," she smirked, enjoying the vibrations, now synced with the loud music of the building.
"11:30."
"I'll see you there." Jieun laughed as soon as the door closed, taking a moment to adjust to the new, sometimes abrupt vibrations in her core. Trying to appear as collected as she could, she went back to the party to enjoy her birthday.
Throughout the night, she ran into an acquaintance she first met three years earlier at another Gucci event: Thai actress Davika Hoorne, who also shares her birthday. Through the strenuous music, they managed to congratulate each other and even record a quick video in which IU, a bit more carefree because of the hidden gadget in her pussy, dared to kiss her on the cheek. Almost screaming, Davika asked her to accompany her to the post-event activities.
"I'm already booked!" IU replied loudly, pouting.
"I'll look for you, alright?" The Thai actress assured her, pinching her cheeks.
"I know you'll find me," Jieun laughed, blushing thanks to the DJ increasing the music's tempo.
Admittedly, keeping her focus and balance throughout the party was hard. Everyone in the room felt the music vibrating through their bodies thanks to the loudspeakers, which had already earned Gucci repeated complaints about noise pollution. IU, however, got to enjoy it way more than the rest.
Two hours of hidden vibrations amidst socializing and occasional dancing had her on the edge of her climax. Kai's unexpected touch, softly pressing her waist from behind, caught her off guard, releasing a small orgasm while people surrounded her.
"I didn't know I was that good," he chuckled at her contained whimper, feeling her nails dig into his forearm and watching her try to control the shivering of her lower body until she grinned at him, panting and shaking her head. "We've got to go," he told her, offering his arm.
IU maintained her best face as they went downstairs, even though she felt her juices running down her thighs.
On the way back to the Palace, she shared her ride with Shin Mina. Still under the effect of her orgasm, Jieun got captivated by the actress's slightly mature features.
"Nervous?"
Her words pulled IU back to reality, making Mina chuckle. "Just a bit," the idol replied. "More so because of your beauty than what we'll be doing in a bit," she admitted, trying to control her blushing.
"Aaah! Stop it! You are the prettiest today. If I finish in time, I may go see you."
Jieun pouted with a sad face. "I wanted to see you."
The actress extended her hand and smiled, causing IU to hand her phone immediately. "If the opportunity arises, call me. As long as I get to see all of you again," she winked, saving her contact.
Upon arrival, each ambassador was escorted to their designated areas. Shin Mina was taken to the Jagyeongjeon Hall to serve a few more mature gentlemen who prefer a more private setting. Kai and Jay Park went to the Gyotaejeon Hall, first to serve the few female investors who wanted something cleaner, then to the other investors who care not for such things. Hanni, along with her Private Affairs Manager, was sent to the Hyangwonjeong Pavilion to 'enjoy with her surroundings' while they briefed her on the arrangements for the following year. IU, being the star of the night, stayed at the Gangnyeongjeon Hall.
Every historical area was protected with waterproof layers, and cushioned mats were added to prevent injury to the ambassadors. With no clear estimate of how many people could endanger the area, IU's session was to be held on the stone terrace of the Gangnyeongjeon Hall, with the interiors reserved solely for her preparations, making it easier for everyone to witness.
As soon as she went inside, she was stripped of her clothes by three men. She cooperated, standing proud of her body, pretending her nipples didn't hurt when they pulled the pasties covering her clear nubs.
The main Gucci representative got to her, quickly running his fingers through her thighs and her folds, collecting her nectar and taking it to his mouth. "You could get rich if you sell this as a beverage," he joked.
"I'm already richer than you," she stated proudly.
"And yet," he pulled the Lush vibrator from her cunt and forced it into her mouth. "You are here to be used by us."
IU sucked the toy diligently until he took it out of her lips. "Who says it's not the other way around?" She scoffed as three fingers entered her slippery pussy.
"Either way, we're all going to have a blast with you." He smiled, hearing her moans as his fingers moved freely inside her slippery core. "Did you miss us as well?"
"Maybe just a bit," Jieun admitted, hearing the other men carry a metal structure. A simple but sturdy frame made to withstand hard movements. On each side, a stand for her heels, so small and apart from each other that it would leave her toes in the air and keep her legs spread. The upper part included a short chain and a pair of cushioned handcuffs. If she were to fall from those little stands, her whole weight would rest on her wrists.
"You'll let me free after a bit, right?" She asked cutely, clenching her walls around his digits.
"Of course. You're a much better cumslut when you're free." His words made her eye twitch. "But we have to present you properly." He extended his hand and guided her to the frame, helping her to stand on it while two men secured her wrists with handcuffs. Once ready, the rep left her to find her own balance for a bit, then returned with a box in front of her. "You didn't think you'd just be standing here, did you?"
"It would've been too boring," IU smirked, feeling her heart pounding when he revealed the chains in the box.
A metallic anal plug, four centimeters in diameter at its thickest, three at the slimmest part, and a short chain on its base. He walked behind her. "Please," he requested, and the idol arched her back, relaxing her buttcheeks to present her pink wrinkled hole.
The cold metal made her flinch as it rubbed her wet slit, taking her juices to lubricate it before he shoved it up her ass, making her whimper in a high pitch.
"Most women would have screamed in pain for that."
"Am I most women?" She grinned, turning to see his face, as she felt the weight of the plug pushing it out of her rectum.
"Clearly not." He spanked her bum before taking three pairs of clamps with rings on their ends.
She frowned in confusion, but her curiosity shut her lips. Jieun focused on the way he grabbed her firm breasts, taking his time to massage them from their base to her nipples, ensuring these would be fully erect for the clamps before putting them on her nubs, tightening them until her humming became a hiss to tighten them one bit more.
"Spread them."
'Fuck,' she thought, understanding where the other pairs would go. Still, she obeyed, knowing it was the only way to know his full plan. Her arms stretched, lowering her body so her legs could open in the frame. The man knelt and kissed her bald pussy, taking a precise lick on her clit. She moaned, realizing how sensitive she was after having those vibrators inside of her for so long.
"Such a beautiful cunt." He secured a clamp on each inner and outer lip, the latter, as close to her clit as her flesh allowed. He kept on tightening them until she whined and panted.
IU chuckled in disbelief when he pulled the chains from the box. She kept her pose, and the man linked the clamps on her outer lips to the anal plug.
He added another set of chains to the clamps on her nipples, weighting her tits down as they hung loosely, and repeated the action with the clamps on her inner lips. Lastly, the final object of the box: A metal ball of little under five centimeters in diameter with a short chain welded to it.
"Sir, people are already waiting."
"I wonder if you'll be able to clench your cunt after trying to keep this inside you. Hold on tight." He signaled the men to take her to the stone terrace, carrying the whole metal frame with her on it. She grunted as the chains rattled against her skin, and she battled to stay over tiny stands.
"Two minutes!" He yelled. "Do you know how much this weighs?" The rep whispered, watching her lustful eyes as she shook her head. "About four hundred grams. Maybe half a kilo with the chains. Open for me," he ordered her.
Doubtful and already shaking, she obeyed again. He hooked the chains hanging from her nipples and inner lips to the ball, and lastly to the anal plug.
"Relax." He shoved two fingers into her tight pussy, then three, then four, until her folds loosened when someone held the anal plug in place. "Atta girl. Let's not keep them waiting, okay?"
The cold metal of the ball made her clench in an instant, but she quickly relaxed her muscles. Breathing heavily, she focused on the ball, stretching her walls to accommodate its thick diameter. The moment her cunt managed to expand to take the ball, it swallowed it whole, causing her to yelp as it accidentally pushed the anal plug completely into her ass.
"That wasn't planned," he chuckled, staring at her face, clearly struggling to adapt to the objects inside of her. He pushed the ball as deep into her core as he could, and kept it there with his fingers. Carefully, he pulled the chain from her butt, trying to remove the plug.
She cried. The plug was deeper in her rectum than the ball, which served as a blocker. If one moved, the other moved.
They locked eyes. Her distress was evident. Grinning, he stood up to kiss her; something she reciprocated hungrily. "Now, let's play." He kissed her one last time, enjoying her bite on his lower lip before they covered her with a white silk blanket.
Jieun chuckled, trying to keep her legs closed to maintain the ball inside of her, quickly noticing that, as much as she tried, there was no stopping the chain reaction its fall would cause. She heard movement around her. Murmurs, laughs, and impressed reactions.
A microphone turned on.
"Welcome. Welcome, everyone," the representative started. "Some of the Milan participants may remember the change of plans from last time after one of our Ambassadors withdrew her participation. Today, she's proven her word is probably more valuable than gold." His hand moved through her tits and her belly. "Normally, our Ambassadors serve a specific set of sponsors. However, our precious ambassador behind me agreed to be the star of the night as a test of her compromise. Gentlemen⌠Ladies. The nation's sweetheart: IU."
He pulled the blanket, revealing the idol standing proudly with perfect posture, relying on her arms to stay in place while her core did its best to hide the effort required to keep the heavy ball from falling. The cold breeze, the lights pointing at her, the awe in their voices, the tens of eyes scanning her naked body; it all made her cunt drip in her own juices.
"Beautiful, I know," the rep whispered into the microphone. "As you can see, we've taken the liberty of making this more interesting for all. Men, women, make a line. Whoever makes her drop her toys gets to use her first. Yes, you can go in groups of up to three. And no, you can not pull any of the chains or clamps."
The crowd moved in an instant. Everybody knew better than to fight for a place; any damage to other guests, the infrastructure, or the ambassadors would result in a ban from future shows by Gucci or any other brand.
"You love their attention, don't you?" The representative murmured to IU, brushing her hairless pubis with the back of his finger.
"What do you think?" She smirked, rejoicing in their lust.
"IU, what holes can they use?" He said on the microphone.
"Any," she scoffed. The crowd celebrated.
"Raw, or with a condom?" The man knew how to carry the audience.
She played along, grimacing. "Raw!" She said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. People cheered.
"Where can they cum, dear?"
"As long as it's in or on me, wherever they want." IU smiled proudly, perfectly hiding the struggle that she was under.
"You heard her. But first, let's get those things out of you. You've got thirty seconds." He pointed to the first person on the line.
He ran towards her, instantly going for a kiss. She followed along, while his hands ran through her body, squeezing her flesh until his fingers slid through her folds, releasing a moan that made them lock eyes as he touched the metal ball inside her, shocking him with the weight he felt with his digits.
She grinned at the man, and a whistle marked the end of his turn. Satisfied for now and more eager to get his cock inside of her, he stepped down from the stone terrace, allowing the next men to go.
One man, two guys, another loner, and a group of three. One went for her tits, kissing her tummy and her bald pussy. It was clear he had no intention of winning; he just wanted to worship her. He finished with a kiss that IU herself requested. The pair of men went for her neck and ears, making her smile and squirm until they got lower to her clavicles and surprised her by going for her armpits.
"What?" She exclaimed, unaccustomed to the sensation and surprised by how sensitive her pits were. It was hard, but Jieun endured it until the whistle blew.
The loner was more aggressive. He shoved his tongue in her mouth before walking behind her to lick her tightened puckered hole as it hugged the chain, repeatedly spanking her ass loud enough for everyone to hear. Close call, but she managed to keep the ball inside her cunt.
Luckily for her, the group of three were worshipers as well. Each took a moment to kiss her. Two of them knelt to take advantage of the frame and lick her toes while the other kissed her navel and lower belly. She liked the sensation. Their care reminded her of two lovers.
End of their turn. "You'd look fantastic with a baby in that womb," one of them said.
"Maybe you can put one in me tonight," she purred, half joking, half serious. She found the risk of getting knocked up arousing, even if she was on the pill.
With the guys leaving, she tried to focus on the next person, already walking through the blinding lights. Confused at first by the silhouette, she giggled when she recognized her.
"They told me I could get in line for whatever hall I wanted. I was looking for you so we could go together," Davika pouted, holding IU by the waist.
"I told you you'd find me," she chuckled nervously.
"Gentlemen," the representative spoke on the mic. "The two women in front of you are celebrating their birthdays tonight. I am sure there would be no complaints if we skip the thirty-second rule this one time." Indeed, no complaints, only cheers.
"I thought as an ambassador you'd get privileges on your birthday, not this," Davika scanned IU's body and her accessories.
"Who says I didn't ask for this?" Jieun grunted, fighting to keep the heavy ball inside. "Why do you think they pushed this for our birthday?" She grinned, finding the actressâs amazed eyes adorable. "It's going better than I expected," IU added in her sweetest voice.
"You're crazy," Davika giggled.
"And you're taking too long."
With a scoff, the Thai woman leaned to kiss IU on the lips. Both chuckled, showing their lust for one another through their tongues.
For Jieun, there was something about a womanâs kiss that weakened her mind and body. The delicacy, the unspoken understanding, or just the striking beauty; whatever it was, she loved it.
Davika felt the same way, along with curiosity about the depravity hiding behind that innocent face. Her hands wandered through IUâs milky skin, starting with her firm tits, quickly finding frustration thanks to the clamps limiting her grip. Determined to have her in full, her digits ran down Jieunâs soft midriff and between her legs.
âNo!â The idol gasped, biting Davikaâs tongue.
âSorry. Youâre just too damn adorable,â the actress replied, getting a thick strand of IUâs nectar between her digits. âAre you close?â
Jieun struggled to stare at the Thai woman. Her core was exhausted, and her walls kept on lubricating. âY-yes.â She replied as Davikaâs fingers slid into her tightened cunt.
âAre you scared?â She murmured in her lips.
The whole world had disappeared for a moment. So much clenching had her on edge, and her fingers moving so smoothly inside her wet pussy pushed her further into her orgasm. Her response was nothing more than a pleading moan.
âBut you want it, donât you?â
âMhmmmg!â Jieun begged, watching Davika take a step back and to the side. The actress said nothing else. She simply caressed IUâs folds and delicately rubbed her clit.
Dread, a loud moan, a grunt, and a muted cry. Just half a second of her touch, and her walls gave up.
The heavy ball slid through her pussy, and gravity did the rest. The first hard drop tugged the clamps from her nipples and inner lips, triggering her orgasm. Before her brain registered anything else, the second drop pulled the chains from the anal plug, extracting it from her rectum before it ripped the clamps from her outer lips. The whole motion sent an electric shock that shut her mind off for a brief instant.
Everybody gasped, witnessing IU hanging from her wrists following the quick rattling of chains. She quivered uncontrollably. Pupils, disappearing from her eyes; tits, bouncing at every contortion; hips, rocking in the air; feet barely touching the ground beneath her; and her bladder, releasing its contents down her legs.
Hands quickly held her body tightly, sending more shocks of pleasure through her. When Jieun noticed, she was kneeling on the floor with the help of one staff member, realizing that her inner thighs were damp.
"⌠a show about to begin for us. Let's enjoy it before we enjoy her."
The representative's voice finally made it to IU's brain as she weakly opened her eyes to find Davika's face, causing her to smirk.
"All y-yours," Jieun giggled with a weak smile, trembling and admiring her slim body. The actress untied the neck of her dress, letting it slide down her skin, revealing a laced, see-through lingerie set.
"Perfect." Davika threw herself over IU. She kissed her for a moment before going down to her sensitive nipples, making the idol whine. "Want me to stop?" She asked, circling her erect nub with her tongue.
"Don't you dare," Jieun moaned, realizing how drenched she was as her long fingers wiggled their way into her walls.
Davika had a blast with her. She pulled Jieun's nipples with her teeth, covered all ten fingers with her sleek nectar, and got to kiss most of her torso. With nothing but hunger in her eyes, she returned to face the weak woman, spreading her juices all over her face. "You like your own taste?"
"Guilty," IU licked her lips. She noticed something sparked inside the Thai actress, but before she could ask, Davika presented her wet panties to her face, hypnotizing her with her musk.
Slowly, the slim woman pulled her panties to the side and sat on IU's mouth. Surprised by the eagerness of her tongue, Davika took a moment to scan the surroundings. The crowd was expectant, and some men already had their dick's out. She turned to the rep. His smirk and approving nod gave her the push she needed.
The crowd was there for the show, and now she was a part of it.
Davika reached for the idol's legs, pulling them to her face until they rested under her arms. She kept IU's ass up in the air, fully displayed for the audience to admire her pink butthole and dripping folds. Hungry, she leaned to eat that pussy. They got carried away and let their whimpers be heard. Jieun, still too tired to move her hands, put all her energy into her lips and tongue. Davika focused on playing with IU's clit until the light reflecting on her wet slit pushed her to shove two fingers into her, looking for her G-spot.
Knowing she could cum at any moment, Jieun raised her arms to find Davika's perky tits, releasing them from the lace of her bra to pinch her nipples in an attempt to make it even. A strong shudder and sway of her hips, along with a subtle chuckle vibrating on her clit, confirmed it worked.
There it was, that unspoken understanding.
Both continued, aware of their troubled breathing until they felt each other's quivers and every minute clenching of their cunts, yearning for the inevitable.
Davika's climax hit first, directly on her hips, rocking on IU's face as her juices dripped into her lips. She fought her convulsions, hugging the idol's ass until those beautiful pink petals became a fountain, spraying her squirt harder and harder every time she pressed her G-spot. She witnessed the first gushes fly through the air for the sake of the show, but she quickly removed her digits to fully capture the next weaker jets of liquid into her mouth, drinking it only when a new wave was expelled.
Once IU was done, Davika dropped the idol's legs. Playfully, she tickled her pale tummy, crawling her way to see Jieun's smile. With a mutual grin, she kissed once more.
To drink her own squirt from Davika's lips took her by surprise, but IU savored it gladly. "We should do this again," she purred, unable to hide her bliss.
"Alone," the actress giggled, giving her one last peck before kneeling next to her, not bothering to fix her lingerie.
"Are you leaving?" Jieun panted, conscious of where she was.
"You are making the best out of your birthday. I will do the same with mine." They giggled, approving of each other's plans. "I heard there's a hot tanned Korean man available in another hall."
"That'd be Kai," IU smirked, sitting on her legs.
"Is he good?"
"I haven't tried myself, but he's a good dancer," she tilted her head, remembering his feats.
"I'll be on my way, then." Davika stood up and scoffed at the notion of the eyes on her almost naked body. Proudly, she walked down the stairs on her way to the Gyotaejeon Hall.
"I think we'll be seeing more of her on the next show," the representative joked on the microphone, startling the idol. "IU, I am afraid we're on a schedule. Gentlemen." He called the crowd as he stood up, taking off his pants, and revealing his throbbing manhood.
"Finally," Jieun whispered to herself, opening her mouth to welcome his thick shaft, savoring his salty precum before sucking it, locking eyes with him. Soon, she was surrounded by seven more dicks she could not help but stroke and lick, going from one to the next with a wide grin on her face.
"You really missed having so many cocks at your disposal, didn't you?" The rep admired her hunger and the speed at which she engulfed some of those rods in her mouth, leaving a coat of saliva before licking the next glans.
"You have no idea," IU grunted quickly with a penis in each hand and two dicks rubbing on her face.
It was true. During the celebrations of The Golden Hour, she managed to suck quite a few men, but only a few at a time. The only thing missing to make her experience on the terrace perfect was her two men, but she'd make the most out of it.
It didn't take long for one of them to bury his whole length into her mouth, reaching only past the back of her throat.
She giggled as her nose pressed on his pubes, and his spurts of cum ran down her pipe, releasing her only after he was done. Chuckling, virtually unaffected by his actions, she patted his thigh before they pulled her to suck two cocks at once.
Their faces didn't matter, nor did how rough they were with her, how hard they yanked her hair, or how many hands grabbed her body at the same time. The liberation of her own restraints and the lack of control were truly refreshing. That freedom to release her inner slut, one that the industry built through years of servicing and hid from the public, had become a blessing. Right there, her only concern was getting as much cum in and on her as she could.
The crowd, of course, shared the same goal.
The representative walked behind IU, watching her happily spread their precum and her own spit spread through her face. Impressed by how easily she let herself be handled, he spread her legs and arched her back until her pussy was at the right angle.
The idol chuckled while his thick shaft entered her slit, and his hand slid through her scalp. He went slowly at first, allowing her to feel his girth and length in detail. Nothing new for her. Any man who had entered her cunt for the first time did the same if given the chance.
Years of training her walls allowed her to recover quickly from any abuse, including the one caused by the metal ball. Mischievously, IU clenched her cunt across his manhood, confirming to him that she was ready.
Just as the first cumshots landed on her cheek, the rep increased his speed, thrusting harder and harder until their flesh clapped.
Jieun melted at the rippling sound of her juices moving violently at every pound, adding another layer of lust to the whole experience. He pulled her hair, forcing her to face the men surrounding her, and yet, her eyes remained on their members as she tried to stroke them or lick them.
Just a minute later, the rain of cum began. The representative yanked IU's hair so the semen landed all over her face, neck, and tits.
Her sweet laugh made it all the more appealing, giving a couple of shy men that little auditory aid to nut over her skin as she rejoiced in the smell of fresh jizz until the dick in her pussy began twitching. 'One,' she thought, starting the mental game of counting how many loads she got in her cunt. She always lost count, but it added some extra fun.
The rep waited for a couple more men to paint her skin before forcing her to stand up, still with his penis inside of her. "Can you walk?" He whispered, and she giggled, nodding. An assistant held a microphone for him as he walked her from the back of the terrace to the center of it, ensuring the crowd could see her cum-covered face. "Beautiful, isn't she? How do you feel?"
"I want more," IU replied seductively, swaying her hips. She purposefully rolled her eyes as he slipped out of her walls, letting his heavy load fall.
"Clean yourself first," he ordered.
Standing on her own, she ran her fingers through her thigh, collecting the representative's semen and taking it to her mouth. She cleaned her face, guiding the cum from her forehead and nose down to her mouth, leaving her perfect fringe ruined and her eyelashes sticky. The jizz that did not make it to her mouth served as a layer of shine to her skin, diverting the crowd's focus to her firm, perky tits and clear nipples.
No words from anyone. IU just gulped the last bit of cum, released a satisfied sigh, and called the audience with her hand.
She laughed at the immediate reaction. The staff brought a bench, and a horde of men ran towards her. One moment, she yelped when someone carried her, the next, she had her back resting on the bench and her head hanging. Impressed, she hummed at the feeling of a new cock sliding into her cunt, and she opened her mouth to taste another one.
The quick slapping of the man's balls on her nose made IU giggle. As enjoyable as their efforts were, they were only a warm-up for her.
The crowd noticed that. Two men took her feet. One to lick it, one to masturbate with her sole. Another pair took her hands to their members, which she stroked happily, using their precum as lube. Surprisingly for her, the thin layer of cum on her skin represented no issue for one hungry guy who sucked her nipples. He, perhaps, was the best out of the seven men on top of her.
'Two,' Jieun smirked while the penis inside her shot his seed inside her. She barely reacted. The idol giggled when the next shaft quickly entered her walls, shoving the other guy's cum back inside of her. Shortly after, the glans in her throat spurred its load, one she kept in her mouth as the next man held her head to slap her face with his dick before she swallowed it for him to ram her throat.
Three, four, five. Men came and went, feeding her hunger until the sixth man ejaculated inside of her core. He stayed there until the one using her throat painted her face. Confused, she tried to see why they had stopped, but the crowd helped her by pulling her hair.
"We thought you'd like to see how foamy your pussy is right now," the older guy said, withdrawing his rod from IU, revealing a thick white foam produced by their relentless thrusting, spreading their semen in and out of her.
Jieun shook her head and cupped her fingers to collect it. "I hope you've got more," she laughed, rubbing her clit as someone carried her, only to drop her on his lap, impaling her ass with his manhood. She grunted and grinned, swaying her hips to ensure he was fully inside of her rectum. "You don't need to be kind," she purred in his ear, spreading someone's cum on his cheek.
It worked. He got angry and choked her, twisting her nipple and ramming her butt. That set the bar for her next round.
They passed IU around from cock to cock. Sometimes on the bench, sometimes forcing her to stand on her toes as they fucked her butthole and someone else fucked her face. Seven, eight, nine. 'Was that the fourth load in my ass?'
"Beauty shot for your boyfriend?" The representative asked, holding a GoPro. "Your request, remember? As many angles as possible."
She smirked and turned to the camera, taking the semen from her face to drink it as naughtily as she could before blowing a kiss and pointing to her holes. The rep moved the guy away from her ass as she spread her buttcheeks to show her relaxed gapes, suddenly pushing heavy blobs of sperm down to her thighs.
Someone held her hands, and a different man spanked her, leaving a red imprint of his hand on her pale skin. A brave one dared to kiss her, not caring one bit for the fluids in her face or her tongue. She reciprocated it, pulling him closer towards her as she jumped on him.
The camera captured it all. Her legs hugging him, his dick sliding in and out of her pink folds, and their tongues dancing as he sat on the bench, resting his back on it. Immediately, another guy stepped on the edge where her butt was and shoved his shaft up her rectum to fuck her as hard as he could.
"You wanted that?" The rep asked her, ensuring the camera recorded her bouncing her ass on their girth.
"Yes!" IU grunted hurrily, biting the man fucking her pussy.
"Do you want more?"
"Mhmmg!" She got a quick reply from three more men surrounding her. She threw herself on their members, licking and stroking them until someone held her head, forcing her to swallow his length.
"Is this what you needed? A cock in every hole?" He teased her, recording her tongue, slipping out of her mouth to try to lick the balls of the shaft fucking her face.
IU nodded, moving her hands so frantically that one of the men came onto her hand. She took it to her face to eat his jizz before engulfing yet a different dick.
Ten, closely followed by another load in her ass. She tried to hold on to the penis in her mouth, but two sets of hands carried her to a second bench. Jieun caught a glimpse of the rep walking fully erect and documenting everything as they made her engulf another rod with her gaping shithole right before another man choked her and fucked her cunt.
The crowd continued the motion for a bit, adding at least three more loads to each hole, by which point, Jieun no longer cared to keep track.
The rep walked towards IU as two men fucked her standing, carrying her with their dicks. He yanked her hair, and she grinned at the camera.
"Have you ever taken two cocks in that pretty butthole of yours?" He wondered, and she nodded enthusiastically, her eyes pleading. "Take her to the benches when you're done with her," he told the men.
With that new boost of energy, Jieun got back in action, pulling the guy in front of her for a fierce, sloppy kiss while she rocked her hips, forcing their manhoods to rub through her walls until they exploded inside of her. She took a moment to enjoy the warmth of their skin against her, their troubled breathing, and the sensation of their seed dripping from her holes while the three of them chuckled in their embrace. "Take me there," she exhaled, kissing them one last time.
The man in her ass pulled out as the other guy carried her to her next destination. She saw two rods, fully erect, rubbing against each other as their owners rested on the two benches, waiting for her.
IU spread her butt as the man carrying her took his penis out of her pussy and aligned her puckered hole with the pair of shafts. She smirked confidently, signaling the representative to record it. He followed along, keeping the camera on the men as they gripped their lengths to steady them as IU descended onto them.
Satisfied with the challenge and depending on the man holding her, she swayed her hips at the touch of their tips. Jieun grunted as her butthole stretched to accommodate their girths and gasped once they got in. Happy, she wiggled and whined her way down, concentrating on their members expanding her rectum until her weight was resting on their crotches.
"Truly impressive," the rep acknowledged, focusing the GoPro on her asshole and her dripping cunt.
"This can't be all," IU panted with a grin, rocking her hips to feel the pair of cocks move inside of her.
Amazed by her, he handed the camera to his assistant and walked behind her, making her lie on his chest as he held her neck with his left hand to kiss her.
Slowly, the men in her shithole began to move independently. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations around her body. The more she let go of herself, the more she thrived in the swarm of men grabbing her body. Her legs were in the air, receiving equal amounts of licks, kisses, and bites from her thighs to her toes. They took her arms to more cocks for her to stroke, even though her delicate fingers could barely move. Someone latched onto her left nipple while someone else pinched the right one.
Jieun melted, feeling like prey being devoured, blissfully renouncing her agency. Her breathing grew troubled, but her torso moved on its own to properly fuck the pair of dicks at the drumming rhythm of her heart, beating harder and faster as the representative tightened the grip on her neck. Her weak moans roared freely, matched the tempo of her hips as the whole horde held her tighter and tighter.
"More?" He growled on her lips, letting her suck his tongue. IU whimpered, showing her need through her whole body, crying quicker and quicker as she felt his right fingers slide through her waist, brushing her skin as they reached for her bald pubis and into her folds.
She gasped, drowned by the growing orgasm building through every swift movement in her G-spot until her mind shattered for a moment.
Jieun was there willingly. She had forgotten any restraint, any mask, any concept that required her to pretend or exercise any control. She was, at least for a moment, truly free. And yet, the contradiction had overloaded her brain. She was at their mercy to the point that not a single finger of hers felt like her own. She was their doll. They dictated her movements, her actions, which dick filled her holes, and how many more still waited to use her.
Her consciousness returned to her body, crushed by the overwhelming waves of heat and electricity running through her like an open nerve. The men holding her wrists as she clenched her fists on their cocks, the people pulling and twisting her nipples, the set of men worshiping her legs and feet. They all kept her from moving through her strong convulsions, triggering small climaxes through every small brush against her skin. The pair of trembling rods shooting ropes of semen into her rectum made her feel as if she was sucking their souls with her clenching asshole. The cherry on top: the representative, still going crazy against her G-spot, prolonging her orgasm until her muted cries emptied her lungs, forcing her to gasp desperately, before flooding the hall with her high-pitched whimpers a second later.
Shaking, leaking cum from her butthole, and with more hands on top of her body than she could comprehend, IU turned to the rep, still holding her torso in his arms. "T-thirsty," she panted, unable to control her body and with a wicked smile forged in her face. She saw the representative smirk as he called the assistants who carried a water jug.
"As fresh as it gets," he chuckled, watching her arms give up at the three separate attempts to reach the jug. He nodded, and the assistant brought it closer to the idol.
The subtle smell alone was enough for her to know what it was. She giggled, watching the clouds of cum floating around. "Thank y-you," she scoffed, trying to shake her head and giving up. Jieun grinned and opened her mouth as the rep held her head with a firm grip on her hair. Gladly, she drank her own squirt, feeling the dense jizz pass through her throat.
"You got that?" He asked the assistant with the camera, who nodded with a satisfied grin. "Now, let us see that cute asshole of yours," he whispered in IU's ear.
Smirking, she let them drag her to the stairs, leaving her on her knees, facing the Gangnyeongjeon Hall. Knowing that would make for a good picture, she kept her knees on the ground, opening her legs and leaning down until her face rested on the cold cushioned mat. Her back arched flawlessly as she spread her buttcheeks, giving an up-close view of her gaping asshole and her dripping folds to the crowd. Since no phones were allowed, the only record of that display would be in the GoPro and the few copies they'll make.
"Normally, fellas, this would be the closing shot," the representative said on the microphone, standing in the middle of the stone terrace. "But judging by the extraordinary disposition of our dear birthday girl, that may not be the case."
Jieun laughed, digging her nails into her own flesh, leaving red scratches on her buttcheeks as her fingers slipped due to the viscosity of her skin.
"IU, do you want to continue?" He asked on the microphone. "You can stop at any time now," he mouthed to her. Everyone went quiet.
She tried to stand up, but her body was too weak. 'It's too fucking early to finish,' she wanted to say, but the words would not come out. Frustrated, feeling her lust growing back, she stayed there, half seated, gawking at him. "M-more," she managed to pronounce with a determined smirk.
The men around her moved, but the rep stopped them with a click of his tongue. "Prove it, slut. Show us what you want."
Her eye twitched. That word, as truthful as it could be when she was in the mood, represented a challenge; a way to shut their mouths and show them she could do even more. Pulling strength out of spite, IU crawled to him, maintaining her slit in full display while her ass swayed side to side with a clean arch on her back.
"Show us how much you love to suck cock," he grinned as she knelt in front of him.
Her hunger was real, but name-calling her was not something he had earned. She shook her head and showed her teeth, restraining herself from having a warm piece of meat choking her throat. Instead, IU kissed his balls and his whole length, making a whole shower as she left him covered in her saliva.
"Two can play that game," he murmured to her. "Anybody want to eat this whore's cunt?" The rep asked aloud, turning to see hands raised and a few men stepping forward. "You," he pointed to one of the spectators who had yet to get dirty.
"Just when I thought you'd show your skills," IU pouted, stroking him with both hands, brushing his glans on her glossy lips.
"I already made you cum, remember?"
"Did you?" She giggled, raising her butt for the man to lie beneath her groin before resting her weight on his mouth. Her eyes rolled back for an instant as the guy's tongue ran through her petals, but her hands never stopped. "I'd say it was, what? A six-man job? How many men were on me when I exploded?"
Her overconfident smirk pulled his strings. Yes, he had triggered the bomb that was her last climax, but it was a matter of time for that to happen. "Bring it," he ordered to an assistant while he held the idol's hair in a ponytail.
"What a gentleman," IU chuckled, licking his underside and holding his member firmly. Just as she expected, the representative forced his length into her throat. She remained composed, smiling with her eyes and petting the hair of the guy eating her cunt.
He kept her nose pressed against his pubes for a moment, enjoying her tightness and warmth before pulling her ponytail and thrusting on her mouth.
Enjoying the way his balls bounced on her chin, Jieun caught a glimpse of the assistant returning with a thick double dildo. She could not help but giggle, tapping on the rep's thighs. "You're doing well, cutie," she told the guy in her pussy, giving him a chance to breathe, yelping a bit when he pulled her back to sit on his face. "You'll need to do better than that if you want to break me," she challenged the rep, feeling the toy quickly enter her butthole. Thicker than any cock in the palace, but still easier than the two dicks from before.
"How much are you willing to humiliate yourself for our entertainment?" The representative asked, taking his shaft by the base and slapping IU's face with it.
"Humiliate?" She laughed while he spread her spit through her face with his mushroom tip as the assistant fucked her deep with the double dildo. "Do you really t-think being covered in cum and having my holes b-blown is humiliating to me?" The assistant slapped her butt to hide his laughter. "Give me your worst," IU provoked him, holding his girth and slapping her own face with it.
The representative's expression darkened as she willingly opened her mouth. Holding her head with two hands, he forced her to engulf his manhood. This time, he rammed her throat as hard and fast as he could, something the assistant fucking her ass and the guy eating her cunt mirrored.
If her own gurgling was not deafening enough for IU, another assistant placed a microphone close enough for the loudspeakers to share that erotic sound with the whole palace.
Backfire.
The speakers made her realize she was also moaning and whimpering throughout the guttural noises of her throat. Beyond the consistent pounding in her pipe, she focused on the dildo reshaping her guts, deeper at every thrust, practically hitting her navel from within.
Jieun's hips synced with the man devouring her folds. Both could barely breathe, both had an insatiable person using their faces more and more wildly every second, and both made their best to make the other cum for their personal egos.
The loud soundtrack didn't help the representative. The sight of her challenging red eyes, still with no tears on them, the slick drool falling over her perky tits while she rode the other guy's s face, proved too much for him. The purposeful clenching of her throat as he kept ramping on her mouth had him on edge, but knowing that she was taking that double dildo up her butt as if it were nothing pushed him past his limit.
"Don't swallow, whore," he grunted, fucking her skull with all his might until the last warning twitch. He pulled most of his length and burst in her mouth.
Finally able to breathe, IU sealed her lips around his girth, sucking and stroking tightly to ensure she would squeeze every drop of semen out of him, savoring it until he stopped shaking.
"You are truly remarkable," he panted, leaving her lips free as the assistant pulled the double dildo out of her ass and handed it to him.
"I know," Jieun tried to say, keeping his load visible in her open mouth until she froze, witnessing the glossy finish of the large dildo. Only a quarter of it was still dry; the rest had surely made it into her guts.
"Stay still," he ordered.
She scoffed nervously before he shoved the thick dildo in her pipe, stretching her neck and breaking her control, fully falling on the face beneath her.
"There they are," he chuckled, watching tears run down IU's cheeks, disappearing among the spit across her face.
She shook. The toy was thicker and certainly longer than her lovers. Her throat had never faced a challenge like that. Before she could process the way his cum had sunk into her esophagus, clogging it, he was already fucking her throat with it.
"Clean it all," he grinned, holding her cheeks and ogling into her eyes as he shoved every bit of the toy that was inside of her earlier.
The bitter taste of her own rectum, the lack of air, the burning sensation in her throat, going further than any cock had reached, and a tongue already pushing her to the doors of her climax. Torture and pleasure at the same time. IU's bodily reflexes kicked in when she reached her limit. She gagged and retched, arching her back and pushing the rep away, trying to get the dildo out of her mouth, but her mind stopped her after two slaps on his thigh. Thinking she won't have another chance to be treated like that, she enjoyed the torture, gladly shedding more tears and a drool cascade until he pulled the whole dildo out of her pipe.
Jieun went to the floor, coughing bits of his cum as the man she was sitting on gasped for air, laughing as he also recovered.
"Noâ Not bad," she grinned at the representative. Both stared at each other in mutual respect.
"Thirsty?" He asked. An assistant had already brought the jug with her squirt, making her giggle. "Oh, shit!"
Like a beast, the other man grunted, pulling IU for a kiss where she tasted her own fluids. "My turn," he growled.
She chuckled confidently, biting his lips and scratching his torso. "You deserve it," she said with a raspy voice, then glared at the representative.
Shaking his head, he took the microphone. "That cunt-eater indeed deserves his time. Let him have her before you all take her again," he stated to the audience as IU took a firm grip of the guy's cock.
"You had me so close," she whimpered, still struggling to clear her throat.
"Drink first," he lifted her in his arms, and reached for the jug as he held her firmly by her hair, and carefully poured the liquid into her mouth. "You love your taste, don't you?"
She nodded gently, shutting her lips, making him stop. "It's a bit addictive." She admitted in her normal voice.
"I must agree." He tugged her nape firmly, and he spilled the rest of her squirt on her forehead.
"Fuck," Jieun laughed, blinking quickly as her eyes burned and her scalp got soaking wet.
Her sudden yelp generated awe in the crowd. He had flipped her against the cushioned mat, with her ass up and her face resting on the puddle of fluids of her own making.
"Yes!" Jieun grunted at the abrupt insertion of his rod in her pussy. The way his left hand held her neck tightly, keeping her as close to his skin as possible as he pressed her down with his whole body, felt similar to the embrace of her lovers. Instinctively, she kept her hips up, rocking them in sync with his pelvis. Unable to move anything else, her hands slid through her stomach and reached her clit, rubbing it in circles and quickly taking her back to the plateau of her orgasm.
"Be a good slut and hold it until I tell you," the guy whispered in her ear, and she hummed enthusiastically.
Hearing his cynical chuckle and feeling every thrust filled with intention, IU let herself go one more time. "P-please⌠Let me⌠Let me cum," she begged shortly after, already feeling her climax coming. She whimpered and cried loudly, as if that could stop her from exploding, but tensed her fingers as her wrists continued the movement on her clit.
He let the tension build until IU's whimpers went mute and her whole body shook in place. "Be free," he whispered, tightening the grip on her neck and sliding his right hand under her stomach to hug her tightly.
Completely immobilized, her orgasm hit her in full, just as clearly he spurted his load in the entrance of her cervix, flooding her walls with his warmth as he continued fucking her. IU's eyes rolled back, her body convulsed violently, and her toes contracted erratically. Her pussy gushed weak spurts of squirt every time he shoved his entire manhood inside her clenching cunt until he decreased his tempo after he was done ejaculating.
She giggled, unable to hide her satisfied smile. "T-Tha⌠Thank⌠Y-You," she mumbled, trembling beneath him, before he took her drenched face and pulled her in for a kiss that she welcomed.
"I'll look for you at the next fashion show," the man whispered, kissing her lips, cheek, and earlobe.
"I'll⌠Waiting," she sighed, feeling his shaft slide through her walls, leaving her cunt oozing cum down her clit.
Laughing, lying face down on the floor, she managed to raise her forearm and called the crowd towards her.
To the surprise of the representative, IU managed to endure another hour of being passed around between the crowd, never having fewer than two holes filled with a cock, as her lust consumed any rational side of the idol. Still, he religiously checked if she wanted to continue at the end of a back-bending orgasm, but the idol persisted until her body was completely limp.
Voices reached her ears, but her brain could no longer process what they said; still, Jieun knew the rep had announced the end of the event. Every time she tried to open her eyes, a thick layer of cum shut them back until, minutes later, a firm thumb removed enough semen for her to make it past the stickiness of her eyelashes.
"You really know how to put on a show." She heard a gentle masculine voice say. "Do you mind?" It took her a few more seconds, but she finally recognized Kai, offering his cum-covered finger for her to clean.
She sucked his thumb, still unable to lift her head. "Why⌠Here?" IU tried to ask, laughing at her poor attempt.
"Your bodyguard is on the way, and I wanted to see the aftermath. It's not often that I see this version of you," he joked, patting her hair.
"Were⌠Worried⌠Me�" She mumbled with a smile, and he nodded. "Did you�"
"Davika insisted. She wanted to see us fuck after she took my load," he explained, making her smile. "Yes, you were pretty good to release tension. Kind of sad you didn't even notice me," Kai joked, bringing an actual laugh to her.
"Sorry⌠Blur⌠All of itâŚ" Jieun tried to explain, receiving a comforting nod from Kai. "The othersâŚ?"
"Shin Mina saw the last few rounds; she's already on her way home. Hanni saw a bit before leaving. She was amazed to see you like this," he scoffed, then saw her frown. "In a good way, I think. I'm sure she's been getting crazy offers for the last couple of years already," he grimaced at that fact.
IU nodded weakly. "Jay Park?"
"Oh! He made sure to test every hole of yours," Kai replied, rolling his eyes as she giggled.
"That bastard⌠Finally got his way," she scoffed, trying to move her body.
Soon after, IU's bodyguard arrived, escorted by the Gucci representative. She tried to stand up, but her arms and legs slipped due to her weakness and the mats' slipperiness. The three men covered her body with a large towel and, with her blessing, put her inside an extra-large travel bag in a fetal position.
"Are you sure?" The bodyguard asked before closing the zipper.
"I'm afraid that, in her state, it's the only way to walk fully unnoticed past the Geunjeongjeon Hall and into the parking area," the rep explained.
Jieun nodded at them. "It's fine⌠One more anecdote," she chuckled.
"You did amazing, doll. I'll send you all the files as you requested," the representative reassured her, closing the bag, but leaving an opening for her to breathe some fresh air on their way to their car.
Trusting fully in her bodyguard, she relaxed inside the travel bag, preferring to stay there until he got her to her apartment. By the time he parked in the basement, Jieun was completely asleep. Carefully, he went up to perform his usual part of the ritual.
"Thank you, Mr. Park." Seungdae opened the door, shocked to see the bag, but instantly knowing her beloved was there.
"Bathroom, she'll need that first," the bodyguard stated as her lover opened the doors for him. "The Gucci rep also said she may struggle with her throat. I'll prepare some honey ginger tea before leaving," he declared, watching a bench, a stall, and a bunch of towels ready.
"I can do that, it's too lateâŚ"
"It's okay, don't worry." He smiled, carefully placing the travel bag on the floor.
"Thanks, sir. We moved the honey to the bar. She's been craving sweets lately."
"Noted." With a fist bump, he closed the door and went to the kitchen, leaving him alone with IU.
"The things I do for love," Seungdae sighed, staring at the ceiling for a moment before stripping and opening the zipper, revealing Jieun's exhausted face, still covered in fluids and wet strands of hair all over her body.
"Jin," he called her softly, unbothered by the stickiness of her skin. "Princess? Shower time."
She grunted softly, moving the corner of her lips at the sound of his voice calling her by the nickname he had given her in their childhood.
"Jin? There you are. Happy birthday?"
"Woo!" She smiled weakly, trying to raise her arms for him. "I'm missing one present," she giggled with a coarse voice.
"Let me wash you first," he chuckled, helping her out of the travel bag and stretching her whole body.
Jieun relaxed completely as Seungdae took care of her. His experience was palpable. Not only did he remove all the squirt, cum, and spit from her face and hair, but he also gave her a good scalp massage that almost made her fall asleep again. Securing her hair with a claw clip, he moved down to her body. The way he held her, delicately moving her through the showerheads and the bench, the way he washed every part of her so meticulously, the way he constantly checked on her, asking her how she felt physically and emotionally; she felt loved, and as long as he was with her, she was more than fine.
Seungdae sat on the bench and carried her, spreading her legs to clean her slit and her butthole while her head rested on his shoulder. "You're a bit swollen," he voiced, cleaning her puckered hole.
"Can you finger their cum out of my pussy?"
"Sure." He took his fingers to her mouth for her to cover them in her spit.
As soon as his digits touched her swollen petals, she hissed, nodding quickly for him to continue. It burned, but she endured it, holding his wrist to keep him going as he scooped her folds. Despite the pain, her sensitivity and his kind fingers sparked a flame within her, one that brought a small orgasm accompanied by a few streams of squirt he used to clean her insides. "C-cumâŚ"
"Hm?" He stopped, confused by her moan.
"Inside," she whispered in his ear, clenching her walls.
"I think it's all outâ" Shut by her kiss.
"I need to sleep with your load inside of me," Jieun demanded with a gentle smile amidst her heavy breathing.
"Are you sure?" He slowly pulled his fingers out of her, causing her to grunt.
Yet, she nodded, "I'm not sleeping if it's not with your seed inside of me," she declared, gawking at his lips.
"Slow?"
Her eyes sparkled. Since her first servicing session, his part of her ritual, although never spoken, was not only to take care of Jieun upon her return, but also to become the last man to enter and fill her body. A part of Seungdae understood her from the start, but his conscious self never dared to ask why she always insisted, even when it hurt her physically.
He held her tightly, face to face, carrying her in the air as she let her spit fall over his shaft, gripping his forearms. When his tip brushed against her swollen entrance, they locked eyes, reaffirming each other as he lowered her slowly. She cried loudly, but her weak body engulfed his whole manhood.
Jieun trembled as they hugged, panting. Little by little, each of them moved. It hurt, but knowing it was him who was inside of her was a mental relief. Her painful cries turned into quiet gruntings, then into moans of pleasure, then into whimpers.
"Don't make me wait," she begged, holding his face to kiss him until he thrust harder and twitched.
As she felt his seed spreading through her core and womb, a comforting warmth filled her whole existence, taking away any stress or adrenaline that was still in her. "Thank you, Great One," she giggled as she kissed him.
"Anything for you, my princess," he replied, holding her cheeks delicately.
"Your arms," Jieun frowned, noticing the fresh scratches along his forearms.
"Shh, it's okay," he chuckled, kissing her forehead. "You know I heal fast." Seungdae stared at her pouting face for a moment before kissing her and hugging her for a little longer.
When he pulled out of her, her swollen pussy shut tight, making her smile, knowing all of his whole load would remain inside of her. He dried her hair while she drank the tea her bodyguard had prepared before brushing her teeth. Once done, he carried her to her room. Jieun giggled, resting her head on him, watching the towels on her bed, and the few bottles of water in her nightstands.
Last part of the ritual. He made his way onto her bed, lying right in the middle so she could snuggle over him until she fell asleep with his fingers caressing her hair.
Author's notes:
For those new here, if you want more context on IU's relationship with Seungdae and Jongsuk, you can read Cards on the Table and Consummation, or literally any of my other works featuring IU; they all take place in the same world, lol.
So yeah! I hope you liked it. I had originally thought of writing her during the Jan 2024 Gucci fashion show, but when reviewing where this would fit, writing this night instead was a no-brainer.
Also, I wanted to use this picture to show who Davika was, but IU looks kind of 'mom, I wanna go' vibe, so I opted for the other pic, haha.
Minwoo never thought in a hundred years that his older brother Chaehyun would land someone like Park Jihyo.
Not just any girl. Not some cute office worker or college sweetheart.
Park fucking Jihyo. Twiceâs leader. The woman whose voice had been blasting through his earbuds during late-night gym sessions for years. The same Jihyo whose stage presence could make stadiums full of grown men scream like teenagers. Jihyo, whose thighsâGod, those thighsâhad their own fan accounts, whose hourglass figure had trended worldwide more times than he could count, and whose smile was weaponized sex appeal wrapped in sunshine.
And now she was standing in his familyâs living room, barefoot on the hardwood floor his mom had just polished that morning, wearing nothing but a thin white T-shirt and tiny black cotton shorts that looked painted on.
Minwooâs brain flatlined.
Heâd walked in from the kitchen carrying a tray of fruit his mom had forced him to cut, expecting the usual weekend family chaosâhis dad yelling at the TV, his little sister scrolling TikTok, and Chaehyun probably bragging about some new car part heâd installed.
Instead, he walked straight into a fever dream.
Jihyo turned when she heard his footsteps.
Her long dark hair was loose, slightly messy from whatever playful wrestling she and Chaehyun had been doing on the couch five minutes earlier. The white T-shirt was thinâway too thinâand stretched tight across her full, heavy breasts. No bra. He could see the faint outline of her nipples pressing against the cotton every time she breathed. The shirt rode up just enough to show a sliver of toned midriff, the kind of flat, defined stomach that came from years of grueling choreography and core workouts.
And those shorts.
Jesus Christ, those shorts.
They were barely more than boy shorts, hugging the generous curve of her hips, digging slightly into the soft flesh of her thick, sculpted thighs. The material was so snug it outlined every dip and swellâinner thighs that looked plush enough to bruise under a hard grip and outer thighs carved from endless squats and dance practice. When she shifted her weight, the fabric pulled even tighter, creating a perfect camel toe that made Minwooâs mouth go dry in under two seconds.
He froze mid-step.
The tray wobbled. A grape rolled off and bounced across the floor.
Jihyo smiledâbright, sweet, and completely innocentâand bent slightly to pick it up.
Her ass flexed under the shorts. Round. Full. The kind of ass that made leggings manufacturers rich and grown men stupid. The shorts rode up higher as she bent, exposing more of those creamy thighs and the faint tan lines from whatever bikini bottoms she wore on secret beach trips with Chaehyun.
Minwooâs cock jerked hard in his sweatpants.
Instant. Painful. No warning.
He could feel it thickening, lengthening, pressing insistently against the soft cotton, the head already leaking a wet spot; he prayed no one would notice. His balls tightened as someone had just yanked them. Heat flooded his groin so fast he almost groaned out loud.
She straightened, held a grape between delicate fingers, and popped it into her mouth.
Her lips closed around it. Cheeks hollowed for a split second.
Minwooâs vision tunneled.
He could picture it too clearlyâthose same full lips wrapped around something much thicker. Sliding down. Tongue swirling. Throat working. The same innocent smile she gave fans on Bubble Live is now smeared with spit and precum while she looks up at him with those big doe eyes.
Chaehyun laughed from the couch, completely oblivious.
âYo, Minwoo, you good? You look like you just saw a ghost.â
Jihyo giggledâsoftly, melodicallyâand walked over to him, hips swaying naturally.
âHere, let me help with the tray,â she said, voice warm and friendly, like she wasnât currently the center of every filthy fantasy heâd ever had.
She reached for the tray.
Her breasts brushed his forearmâsoft, warm, heavyâeven through the shirt. No bra meant he felt everything. The faint drag of her nipple across his skin sent electricity straight to his already aching cock.
He nearly dropped the tray again.
âThanks,â he managed, his voice hoarse.
She tilted her head, smiling up at him.
Up close, she smelled like vanilla body cream and something faintly floralâprobably whatever expensive perfume Twiceâs sponsors sent her. Her skin was flawless, poreless, and glowing under the living room lights. A tiny beauty mark sat just below her left eye. Her lashes were long and dark, even without makeup.
And those thighs.
God, standing this close, he could see the faint muscle definition when she shifted. The way the shorts dug in created the softest, sexiest little roll of flesh at the top of her thighs. He wanted to grab them. Spread them. Bury his face between them until she was shaking and screaming his name instead of his brotherâs.
Chaehyun called from the couch, âBabe, come sit. Minwooâs just being dramatic.â
Jihyo laughed againâthat bright, addictive soundâand turned, giving Minwoo a perfect view of her ass as she walked away.
Each step made her cheeks bounce slightly under the tight fabric. The shorts wedged higher with every movement, outlining the perfect heart shape of her backside. When she sat down next to Chaehyun, she crossed one leg over the other.
The motion made her thigh flex: muscle and soft flesh in perfect harmony.
Minwoo stood there like an idiot, tray still in his hands, cock so hard it hurt to breathe.
Jihyo had moved in quietly after dating Chaehyun for a yearâshe said it was easier with her schedule, easier to avoid paparazzi, and easier to just be normal for once. She cooked breakfast in tiny silk camisoles. Did yoga in the living room, wearing nothing but leggings and a sports bra that left very little to the imagination. Took showers so long the bathroom mirror stayed fogged for twenty minutes afterward, and Minwoo had caught himself standing outside the door once, listening to the water hit her body, imagining every droplet sliding down those curves.
Minwoo had barely unpacked his duffel bag in the dorms before the semester break hit like a gift from the universe. Four whole weeks. No lectures, no group projects, no pretending he gave a shit about macroeconomics. Just one thing on his mind the entire train ride home: Jihyo.
He hadnât lived under the same roof as her for almost two years now.
College had forced him outâdorm life, a part-time job at a cafĂŠ, and the usual broke-student grind. Heâd missed the chaos of family dinners, missed the way his mom fussed over everyone, and missed the low-key thrill of hearing Jihyoâs laughter echo through the house at odd hours.
But mostly, heâd missed her.
Not in any innocent, brotherly way.
Heâd missed the way she padded around the kitchen in oversized hoodies that still managed to hug her curves. Missed catching glimpses of her stretching in the living room after vocal practice, sports bra clinging to sweat-damp skin, those legendary thighs flexing with every deep lunge. Missed the nights when Chaehyun was out late, and sheâd sit on the couch in tiny sleep shorts, legs tucked under her, scrolling her phone while humming Twice songs under her breathâcompletely unaware (or maybe very aware) that Minwoo was stealing glances from the hallway, cock half-hard just from the sight of her bare thighs pressed together.
Back then, sheâd been new to the house. Polite. Sweet. Always asking if he wanted snacks, always thanking him when he carried her heavy stage bags up the stairs after late-night schedules. Sheâd treated him like a little brother.
And heâd jerked off in his room afterward, thinking about bending her over the kitchen island while she called him âoppaâ in that breathy voice she used on variety shows.
Now he was twenty-two. Taller. Broader from inconsistent gym sessions fueled mostly by spite and sexual frustration. And he was finally home.
The front door clicked open at 7:14 p.m.
The smell of kimchi jjigae hit him firstâhis momâs signature, simmering on the stove. Laughter floated from the living room. His dadâs booming voice is arguing with a sports commentator on TVâChaehyunâs lower chuckle.
And then her voiceâbright, melodic, unmistakable.
âMinwoo-ya! Is that you?â
He dropped his bag in the entryway without thinking.
Jihyo appeared around the corner, barefoot, wearing loose gray sweatpants that still managed to cling to her hips and a cropped black tank top that ended just above her navel. Her midriff was on full displayâtoned, smooth, with a faint line of definition running down the center from endless core work. Her hair was up in a messy bun, a few strands falling around her face. No makeup. Just naturally flushed cheeks and those full, pouty lips curved into a genuine smile.
She looked softer than on stage. More real. More fuckable.
Minwooâs throat went dry.
âHey, noona,â he managed, voice rougher than he intended.
She bounced forwardâactually bounced, tits jiggling under the thin tankâand threw her arms around him in a quick hug.
Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. Soft. Warm. No bra again. He could feel the faint outline of her nipples through the fabric, brushing his shirt as she squeezed him.
âWelcome home!â she chirped, pulling back but keeping her hands on his upper arms, squeezing like she was checking if heâd grown. âYou got taller again? Or buffer? Look at these shoulders.â
Her fingers dug in playfully.
Minwoo prayed she couldnât feel how fast his heart was hammeringâor worse, how his cock was already stirring in his jeans at the simple contact.
âYeah⌠gym,â he lied. The gym had seen him maybe six times this semester. Most of his âgainsâ came from carrying heavy boxes at the cafĂŠ and pure, pent-up horniness.
Chaehyun wandered in from the living room, beer in hand, grinning.
âLittle broâs back. Donât let Jihyo feed you too much. Sheâs been stress-baking again.â
Jihyo swatted Chaehyunâs arm. âYah, I only baked because your mom said she missed my red bean buns.â
She turned back to Minwoo, eyes sparkling. âI made extra. For you.â
The way she said âfor youâ shouldnât have sounded like an invitation.
But it did.
His cock twitched.
He forced a smile. âThanks, noona. Smells amazing.â
Dinner was torture.
Jihyo sat directly across from him.
Minwoo sat there at the dinner table, trying to act normal, but his eyes kept betraying him. Every few seconds, they'd dart across to Jihyo, zeroing in on those perfect, full breasts straining against her cropped black tank top. No bra meant every little movement made them jiggleâsoft, hypnotic bounces that sent heat pooling straight to his groin. When she reached for the kimchi jar, her arm lifted just enough to make her tits shift and wobble, nipples poking faintly through the thin fabric like they were teasing him on purpose. And when she laughedâhead thrown back slightly, that bright, melodic sound filling the roomâher whole chest shook with it, the jiggle more pronounced, making the tank top ride up another inch to expose more of her toned midriff. He could see the faint sheen of sweat on her skin from the warm kitchen, making her glow under the overhead light. His cock throbbed in his jeans, already half-hard from the hug earlier, and he shifted uncomfortably, hoping no one noticed how he was staring like a starving man.
The whole family was seated now, the table loaded with steaming bowls of kimchi jjigae, rice, banchan, and grilled meat. Chaehyun plopped down to Jihyo's left, his arm casually draping over the back of her chair as he owned herâwhich he did, technically. Their dad, Hongshik, settled in to her right, his broad frame making the chair creak as he grinned and started dishing out portions. Mom sat next to Minwoo, across from Dad, fussing over the napkins and making sure everyone had enough. The conversation flowed easilyâDad bragging about his latest fishing trip, Mom asking about Minwoo's college classes, and Chaehyun cracking jokes about Twice's latest comeback and how Jihyo had been practicing dance moves in the living room at 2 a.m. Jihyo laughed along, her voice light and flirty, leaning into Chaehyun now and then so her shoulder brushed his. But Minwoo's mind was elsewhere, replaying the way her breasts had pressed against him during that hug, imagining how they'd feel in his handsâsoft, heavy, nipples hardening under his thumbs.
They talked and laughed about everythingâold family stories, Jihyo's funny fan encounters, and even teasing Minwoo about whether he'd found a girlfriend yet. "With a sister-in-law like Jihyo, you've got big shoes to fill," Chaehyun said with a wink, making everyone chuckle. Jihyo blushed playfully, her tits jiggling again with the motion, and Minwoo forced a laugh while his cock twitched harder. He was so distracted that he barely tasted the food, his eyes flicking down to her cleavage every time she leaned forward.
Then it happenedâhis chopsticks slipped from his fingers mid-bite, clattering to the floor under the table. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, cheeks heating as he bent down to grab them. The tablecloth draped just enough to hide him from above, but from this angle, he had a perfect, shadowy view under the table. And there they wereâJihyo's legs, crossed casually in those loose gray sweatpants. But loose didn't mean much on her; the fabric still clung to her thick, sculpted thighs, outlining the plush curves where her legs met her hips. The pants were soft cotton, riding up slightly from sitting, exposing a few inches of bare calfâsmooth, toned skin that begged to be touched. He froze for a second, admiring the view like a pervert. Those thighsâfamous for a reasonâlooked even sexier up close, the material dipping into the soft valley between them, hinting at the warmth hidden higher up. He could imagine spreading them apart, burying his face between them, and tasting her through the fabric before yanking it aside.
As he reached for the chopsticks, still staring shamelessly, a hand suddenly appeared on her left thighâfrom the side, sliding in slowly and deliberately. Big, rough fingers splayed out over the sweatpants, caressing the curve of her thigh with a possessiveness that made Minwoo's stomach twist. The hand rubbed up and down, thumb digging in just enough to make the fabric bunch, tracing the inner seam like it was mapping her out. At first, Jihyo's legs tensedâher thighs clamping together slightly, muscles flexing under the touch. Minwoo could see it all: her bare feet curling against the floor, toes flexing in surprise. She froze, her body going rigid for a heartbeat, and he imagined her face above the tableâmaybe a quick hitch in her breath, a subtle shift in her posture while the family kept talking.
But then, like she was used to it, her thighs relaxed. Completely. She uncrossed her legs slowly, spreading them wider under the tableâinviting, almost begging for more. The hand took the cue immediately, fingers sliding higher, rubbing firmer now, kneading the soft flesh of her inner thigh through the pants. Minwoo gritted his teeth, jealousy burning hot in his chest. Lucky bastard, he thought, picturing Chaehyun's smug grin above the table. Getting to touch those thighs whenever he wants. Feeling her spread for him like a good little slut while we're all sitting here eating dinner.
But something felt off. He blinked, staring harder in the dim light under the table. The handâit was coming from the right side. Jihyo's right thigh. And Chaehyun was on her left. Minwoo double-checked, heart pounding nowâyeah, Chaehyun's legs were angled left, away from her. That hand... those thick fingers, the faint age spots on the knuckles, the wedding ring glinting dully... that wasn't his brother's hand.
It was his dad's.
Hongshik's hand. Their father's hand. Sliding possessively over Jihyo's thigh as if it belonged there.
Minwoo's world tilted. Shock hit him like a punch to the gut, freezing him in place under the table. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe. No fucking way. His mind reeled, unwilling to process it, denial surging up hot and bitter. This couldn't be happening. Not his dadâthe same guy who lectured them about respect and family values, who went to church every Sunday, who still called Jihyo "daughter-in-law" with that proud smile. Touching her like that? Under the table, right in front of everyone? While Mom sat across, clueless, passing the rice?
But it was happening. Right in front of his eyes. The hand didn't stopâemboldened now, fingers creeping higher, rubbing slow circles on her inner thigh, inches from her crotch. Minwoo could see the fabric tent slightly as the hand pressed in, kneading deeper, and Jihyo's thighs trembledâsubtle quivers that made her legs shake just a little. She was enjoying it. Fuck, she's actually enjoying it. Her thighs spread even wider, one knee brushing against Hongshik's leg under the table, giving him full access. The hand took advantage, sliding up to the crease where her thigh met her hip, thumb brushing dangerously close to her pussy through the sweatpants. Minwoo's cockâtraitor that it wasâthrobbed harder at the sight, a twisted mix of rage and arousal flooding him. He wanted to scream, to yank the tablecloth up and expose it all, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. The kinkiness of itâthe forbidden, dirty secret unfolding while the family laughed aboveâmade his balls ache.
Did she know? Did Jihyo mistake his father's hand for Chaehyun's? Why else would she allow the old man to grope her like that, spreading her thighs like a needy whore? She had to think it was her boyfriendâsome playful under-the-table teasing. But even as Minwoo thought it, doubt crept in. The way she relaxed so quickly, the way her thighs parted without hesitation... it felt too familiar. Too practiced. Like this wasn't the first time. His stomach churned with unwillingness, a sour knot of betrayal twisting inside him. He couldn't believe thisâhis idol sister-in-law, the perfect Park Jihyo, letting his dad feel her up while Chaehyun sat right there, oblivious. While he watched, hard as a rock, hating every second but unable to stop staring as the hand rubbed higher, making her tremble again.
Minwoo stayed bent under the table longer than he needed to, fingers numb around the fallen chopsticks, heart slamming so hard he could feel it in his throat. The scene unfolding inches from his face was impossible and obscene, and yet it was happening in real timeâhis own fatherâs thick, weathered hand buried deep between Jihyoâs spread thighs, hidden only by the loose gray sweatpants and the tableclothâs shadow.
He forced himself to straighten slowly, movements mechanical, face blank as he sat back up and placed the chopsticks on his napkin like nothing had happened. Above the table, everything looked perfectly normal.
Jihyo was smiling sweetly at something Chaehyun had just said, nodding along, her voice light and melodic as she replied. âReally? Thatâs hilarious, oppa.â Her tone was the same bright idol voice she used in lives and interviewsâinnocent, bubbly, and untouchable.
But Minwoo could see the cracks.
Her shoulders were subtly hunched forward, like she was trying to keep her upper body composed while her lower half was being dismantled. Every few seconds, a tiny shiver ran through herâbarely noticeable unless you were looking for it. Her full lips parted on a silent breath, then pressed together again. She bit the lower oneâhardâteeth sinking into the plump flesh until it turned white and then released with a soft, wet pop. The gesture was small, almost cute, but Minwoo knew exactly what it meant: she was fighting not to moan.
Chaehyunâs arm was still casually slung around the back of her chair, fingers playing idly with the ends of her hair while he rambled on about some funny story from work. Completely oblivious. His other hand rested on the table, gesturing as he talked. Nowhere near her lap.
Across from Minwoo, Hongshik looked boredâchin propped on one hand, eyes half-lidded as he stared at his bowl like the jjigae had personally offended him. To everyone else, he was just an uninterested old man waiting for dessert.
But Minwoo knew better now.
He watched his fatherâs right arm disappear under the table again, elbow barely moving; the motion was so practiced and subtle it could have been him reaching for his napkin. Except that Minwoo could see the faint flex of forearm muscles under the rolled-up sleeve and the slow, deliberate rhythm of his wrist. Hongshikâs fingers were working inside those sweatpantsârubbing, circling, pressingâexactly where Jihyoâs body was betraying her the most.
Jihyoâs chopsticks trembled in her grip. She clutched them so tightly the wood creaked. A soft, involuntary gasp slipped past her lipsâbarely audible, disguised as a surprised laugh at Chaehyunâs jokeâbut Minwoo heard the edge of pleasure in it. Her eyelids fluttered. She bit her lip again, harder this time, trying to trap the next sound before it escaped.
Their eyes met for a split second.
Hongshik glanced sideways at herâcasual, almost lazyâand Jihyo looked back. The look they exchanged was electric, loaded, and filthy. No words. Just raw understanding. Her pupils were blown wide, and her cheeks flushed a deep pink that had nothing to do with the warm kitchen. She bit her lip once moreâdeliberately this time, seductivelyâand her thighs shifted wider under the table. Inviting. Begging.
Minwooâs stomach twisted with a sick cocktail of shock, jealousy, and unwanted arousal. His cockâalready traitorously hard from watching her tits jiggle earlierâwas throbbing painfully now, trapped against his zipper. He hated himself for it, but he couldnât look away.
Hongshikâs hand moved againâhigher, deeper. Minwoo couldnât see exactly what his fingers were doing anymore, but he could see the effect. Jihyoâs body jerked onceâsubtle, hidden by the tableâthen again. Her breath hitched audibly this time. A tiny, needy whimper escaped before she could swallow it, disguised as a cough. She pressed her thighs together around his fatherâs wrist, trapping his hand there, grinding subtly against it.
Then Hongshik did somethingâcurled his fingers, pressed harder, rubbed fasterâand Jihyo broke.
She leaned back in her chair suddenly, spine arching, head falling back against the headrest. Eyes squeezed shut. Mouth falling open in a silent, ecstatic O. Her chest heavedâthose perfect, heavy breasts rising and falling rapidly under the cropped tank, nipples visibly stiff and poking through the fabric like bullets. A full-body shudder rolled through herâshoulders, arms, and thighsâher chopsticks clattering softly against the edge of her bowl. Another soft, broken gasp slipped out, this one impossible to hide.
Chaehyun turned to her immediately, concerned. âYou okay, babe?â
Jihyo forced her eyes open, lashes fluttering. She managed a shaky smile, her voice breathy and wrecked. âY-yeah⌠just⌠the stew is really spicy today.â She fanned her face weakly with one hand. âWhew.â
Mom laughed. âI told you I added extra gochujang! You always say you like it hot.â
Chaehyun chuckled and rubbed her back comfortinglyâcompletely unaware that his girlfriend was still trembling from his fatherâs fingers buried inside her pants.
Hongshik, meanwhile, slowly withdrew his handâcalm, unhurriedâwiping his fingers discreetly on a napkin as heâd just finished eating. He picked up his spoon again and took a casual bite of rice, expression blank.
But Minwoo had seen everything.
The way Jihyoâs thighs had trembled and clenched around his dadâs wrist.
The way her body had arched like she was coming undone.
The way she hadnât pulled awayâhadnât even tried to stop him.
The way sheâd looked at Hongshik with pure, pleading lust right before she threw her head back in pleasure.
This wasnât a mistake.
She hadnât confused his fatherâs hand for Chaehyunâs.
She knew exactly whose fingers had been stroking her clit, fingering her pussy under the dinner table while her boyfriend, his mom, and his little brother sat inches away.
And from the practiced ease of it allâthe subtle signals, the silent eye contact, the way her body responded like it had been trainedâthis wasnât the first time.
Questions exploded in Minwooâs mind, each one dirtier and more twisted than the last.
How long had this been going on?
How many times had his dad fingered Jihyo under this very table while the family ate?
Did Chaehyun really not know? Or was he just that blind?
Did Jihyo sneak into Dadâs room at night when Chaehyun was asleep?
Did she ride his fatherâs cock in the guest bathroom while everyone was downstairs?
Did she moan âappaâ instead of âoppaâ when she came?
Minwooâs hands shook under the table. His cock was so hard it hurtâleaking steadily into his boxers, a shameful wet spot spreading. He hated how turned on he was. Hated that the sight of his perfect, untouchable sister-in-law getting secretly finger-fucked by his own father was making him throb like this.
But he couldnât stop watching.
Jihyo took a shaky sip of water, lips trembling around the rim of the glass.
Hongshik calmly asked Mom to pass the kimchi.
Chaehyun kept talking and laughing, none the wiser.
And Minwoo sat thereâsilent, stunned, painfully arousedâknowing the perfect idol image the world worshipped was nothing but a carefully constructed lie.
Underneath the table, in his own house, Park Jihyo was someone elseâs dirty little secret.
And now Minwoo was the only one who knew.
*****************
Dinner ended in the usual blur of clattering dishes and overlapping goodnights. Mom started clearing plates with her cheerful efficiency, Chaehyun stretched and yawned dramatically while complaining about how full he was, and Jihyoâsweet, perfect Jihyoâsuddenly stood up a little too quickly.
âIâll⌠um, go change into something more comfortable,â she said, her voice still light but edged with something breathy that only Minwoo seemed to catch. She flashed her trademark idol smileâbright, practiced, flawlessâthen turned and hurried toward the stairs without waiting for anyone to respond.
Minwoo watched her go.
The gray sweatpants clung to her thick thighs with every hurried step; the soft cotton darkened noticeably at the crotch. A wet, unmistakable stain bloomed right between her legsâdarker gray turning almost black where her arousal had soaked through. The fabric stuck to her skin there, outlining the plump shape of her pussy lips in obscene detail as she climbed. Each step made her ass cheeks flex and jiggle under the material, but Minwooâs eyes were locked lowerâon that spreading damp patch that proved exactly how much sheâd enjoyed what happened under the table.
His goddess. Park Jihyo. Twiceâs leader. The woman was worshipped by millions of fans for her strength, her voice, and her untouchable beauty. Dripping wet from his own fatherâs fingers.
Minwooâs jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached.
He could still picture it: her thighs parting willingly, hips subtly rocking to meet Hongshikâs thick, calloused digits as they slid inside her soaked folds. The way her body had shuddered and arched when heâd curled them just right, hitting that spot that made her bite her lip and throw her head back in silent ecstasy. She hadnât flinched away. Hadnât whispered âstop.â Sheâd spread wider. Invited him deeper. Let the old man finger-fuck her right there while the family laughed and ate like nothing was happening.
It should have been him.
Not his grumpy, balding, fifty-something father with the perpetual scowl and the beer belly hidden under loose shirts. Not the man who still called her âdaughter-in-lawâ in that overly formal tone during family photos. Minwoo stared across the table at Hongshik, who was now calmly sipping the last of his tea like he hadnât just had his hand buried knuckle-deep in idol pussy five minutes ago.
How the hell had he done it?
How had this ordinary, unimpressive old man seduced someone like Jihyo? She could have anyoneâactors, idols, CEOs, or fans who threw money at her feet. Yet sheâd let Hongshik grope her under the dinner table and let him make her come (or at least edge her to the brink) while her boyfriend sat inches away. The memory of her trembling thighs, the way sheâd clenched around his wrist, the soft, broken gasp sheâd failed to hideâit replayed in Minwooâs head on loop. Sheâd been into it. Desperate for it. Her body language screamed consent, craving, and familiarity.
It wasnât forced. It wasnât a one-time mistake.
This was routine.
The thought made Minwooâs stomach churn with jealousy so sharp it hurt, but his cockâstill traitorously hardâthrobbed harder at the same time. He hated how turned on he was. Hated picturing Jihyo on her knees in front of his dad instead of him. Hated imagining her moaning âappaâ in that breathy idol voice while Hongshikâs thick fingers stretched her open.
A few minutes later, Hongshik pushed back from the table with a low grunt.
âLong day,â he muttered, his voice gruff and disinterested as always. âGonna head up and rest.â
Mom nodded absently. âDonât forget to take your blood pressure pill, yeobo.â
Chaehyun waved without looking up from his phone. âNight, Dad.â
Hongshik didnât reply. He just stood, stretched onceâjoints poppingâand headed for the stairs.
Minwoo watched him go.
Every heavy step up the wooden staircase felt like a countdown. He knewâknew with sick certaintyâwhere his father was really going.
Not to his own bedroom.
To Jihyo.
She is up there right now. Probably already peeling off those soaked sweatpants, the wet cotton clinging to her swollen pussy lips as she tugged them down her thick thighs. Maybe she was standing in front of the full-length mirror in Chaehyunâs room, fingers trailing over the slick mess his dad had left between her legs. Maybe she was biting her lip again, remembering how good those rough fingers had felt, how theyâd rubbed her clit in slow, firm circles until she almost came right there at the family table.
And now the old man was climbing the stairs to finish what he started.
Minwooâs hands curled into fists under the table.
He pictured it too clearly: Hongshik slipped into the bedroom while Chaehyun was still downstairs scrolling Twitter. Jihyo turned toward him with that same needy look sheâd given him under the tableâeyes dark, lips parted, thighs already trembling. Maybe sheâd drop to her knees without a word, tugging down his dadâs pants to worship the cock that had no right being anywhere near her perfect mouth. Maybe sheâd bend over the bed, ass up, spreading herself open and whispering, âPlease, Appa⌠deeper this time.â
The images burned into Minwooâs brain.
His cock leaked steadily into his boxers, the wet spot growing cold against his skin.
He should feel disgust. Rage. Betrayal on behalf of his brother.
Instead, he felt⌠hungry.
He wanted to follow them. Wanted to crack the door open just enough to watch. Wanted to see exactly how far Jihyo would let the old man goâhow many filthy things sheâd do behind Chaehyunâs back while the house slept.
He stayed seated, staring at the empty staircase, listening to the faint creak of floorboards overhead.
Somewhere up there, his perfect sister-in-law was waiting.
And his father was about to claim what should have been his.
*****
Minwooâs heart hammered so loud he was sure someone downstairs would hear it. He moved like a shadow up the stairs, bare feet silent on the worn wooden steps heâd known since childhood. Every creak felt like a gunshot, but the TV noise from the living roomâhis momâs drama serial and Chaehyunâs occasional laughâcovered him.
The hallway at the top was dim, lit only by the soft glow spilling from under the doors. Chaehyunâs roomâtheir room nowâwas at the far end. The door wasnât closed all the way. A thin vertical line of warm yellow light sliced through the darkness, and through that crack, Minwoo could already see movement.
He froze at the top of the stairs, breathing shallow.
Hongshik was there.
His father stood just outside the doorframe, his broad back filling most of the opening. He glanced left, then rightâa quick, practiced scan of the empty hallwayâbefore pushing the door open another few inches and stepping inside without a sound.
Minwoo didnât think. He just moved.
Feet flying over the carpet, he closed the distance in seconds, heart in his throat, cock already straining painfully against his jeans again. He reached the doorway just as Hongshik disappeared inside. Minwoo pressed himself flat against the wall beside the frame, then leaned inâslowly, carefullyâuntil one eye could see through the narrow gap.
The sight hit him like a fist to the gut.
Jihyo stood in the middle of the room, back to the door, facing the full-length mirror propped against the wall. The overhead light was off; only the soft bedside lamp glowed, painting her skin in warm gold. Sheâd already peeled off the cropped black tank top. It lay crumpled on the floor beside her feet. Her bare back was flawlessâsmooth, toned from years of choreography, with faint tan lines from a bikini top crossing her shoulders like secret invitations.
Her hands were at her hips now, thumbs hooked into the waistband of the gray sweatpants.
She dragged them down slowlyâagonizingly slowlyâlike she knew someone was watching.
The soaked crotch peeled away from her skin with a faint, wet sound. The dark gray fabric had clung obscenely to her pussy lips, outlining every swollen fold. As the pants slid past the fullest part of her ass, the material finally released with a soft snap against her thighs.
Minwooâs breath caught.
Her ass was perfectâround, firm, impossibly full. The kind of ass that made shorts ride up and leggings look painted on. Two deep dimples sat at the base of her spine, right above the swell. A tiny red thongâbarely more than a stringâdisappeared between her cheeks, the front triangle completely drenched. The thin cotton was dark and clinging, molded to her puffy outer lips like a second skin. A glistening trail of arousal had already trickled down the inside of one thick thigh, shining wet under the lamplight.
She bent forward slightly to step out of the pants, her ass pushing out toward the doorâtoward them. The thong string pulled taut, digging into her flesh, outlining the tight pucker hidden between those glorious cheeks. Her pussy lips shifted under the soaked fabric as she moved, swollen and puffy from the earlier fingering, begging to be touched again.
Minwooâs breath caught in his throat as he pressed his eye tighter to the narrow crack in the door.
Inside the softly lit bedroom, Hongshik stepped right up behind Jihyo like he owned every inch of her.
His big, rough hands slid around her bare waist from behind, pulling her back against his chest in one smooth, possessive motion. Jihyo didnât flinch. Didnât gasp in shock. Instead, her body melted instantlyâspine arching, thick ass pushing back to meet him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Minwoo could see it clearly in the mirrorâs reflection: the thick bulge in his fatherâs slacks pressing hard between those perfect, round cheeks. The gray sweatpants were already down around her ankles, kicked aside. All she had left was that tiny, soaked red thongâclinging wetly to her swollen pussy lips, the thin string disappearing deep between her ass cheeks. Hongshikâs cockâobviously rock-hardârubbed right up the center of her crack through his pants, slow and deliberate, dry-humping the plush flesh like he was claiming territory.
And Jihyo liked it.
She leaned back heavier against him, rolling her hips in a slow, filthy grind. Her thick ass cheeks flexed and squeezed around the ridge of his bulge, trapping it, teasing it. A soft, breathy laugh slipped from her lips as she tilted her head just enough to look back at him over her shoulder.
âNaughty old man,â she purred, voice low and teasing, dripping with that idol sweetness twisted into something downright pornographic. âFingering me under the dinner table like that⌠making me soak through my pants in front of everyone⌠and now you just barge into my room as you own it?â
Hongshik chuckledâdeep, rough, smug. The sound vibrated against her neck as he leaned in and dragged his lips along the sensitive skin just below her ear.
âCanât help it, baby girl,â he rasped, his voice gravelly with lust. âThis body⌠fuck. Look at you. Canât resist even for a second.â
He thrust forward hardâhis hips snapping so his clothed cock jammed deeper between her ass cheeks. Jihyo gasped sharply, mouth falling open, eyes fluttering half-shut in pleasure. Her knees dipped for a second before she caught herself, grinding back even harder, her ass cheeks spreading wider around his bulge like she was trying to swallow it through the fabric.
Hongshikâs mouth latched onto the side of her neckâsucking hard, teeth grazing, leaving a fresh red mark right where her pulse hammered. He inhaled deeply, nose buried in her hair, breathing her in like a drug.
âGod, that perfume⌠smells so fucking good on you,â he growled against her skin. âMakes me want to eat you alive.â
Minwooâs teeth ground together so hard his jaw ached. Jealousy burned white-hot in his chest, twisting with raw, shameful arousal. How the hell was this happening? His own fatherâgrumpy, boring, fifty-something Hongshikâhad Jihyo, Park fucking Jihyo, grinding her soaked thong-covered pussy back against him like a needy slut. The woman whose thighs and tits had launched a million fan edits, whose stage presence made arenas scream, was right now letting the old man hump her ass and mark her neck while she moaned like she couldnât get enough.
Jihyo let her head fall back onto Hongshikâs broad shoulder, long dark hair spilling over his shirt. Her bare titsâfull, heavy, perfectâjiggled with every slow roll of her hips. In the mirror, Minwoo could see everything: the way her dark pink nipples stood stiff and aching, begging to be touched. The faint sheen of sweat was already glistening between her breasts. The soft curve of her toned stomach rises and falls with quick, shallow breaths.
Hongshikâs big hands roamed up her bare torso, palms sliding over the smooth, defined ridges of her absâabs that thousands of fans drooled over in crop-top stages and gym selfies. He rubbed slow, possessive circles, fingers digging in just enough to make her skin dimple. One hand drifted higher, cupping the underside of one breast, thumb brushing teasingly close to her nipple without quite touching it.
âYouâre so fucking tight here,â he murmured against her neck, fingers flexing over her abs like he was memorizing every line. âAll that dancing⌠makes these abs so hard⌠but this assâŚâ He gave one cheek a hard squeeze, making it jiggle. ââŚthis ass is soft as hell. Perfect for grabbing. Perfect for fucking.â
Jihyo whimperedâsoft, needy, desperate. Her hips rolled faster now, grinding her soaked thong right along the length of his clothed cock. The wet fabric made obscene little slick sounds every time she dragged herself over him. Minwoo could see the dark patch on her thong growing bigger, fresh arousal seeping through, dripping down the inside of one thick thigh.
She reached back with one hand, fingers threading into Hongshikâs hair again, holding his mouth against her neck while the other hand braced on the mirror. Her reflection stared straight aheadâeyes glassy, lips parted, cheeks flushed deep pinkâas she rode back against his fatherâs bulge like she was already close.
Hongshik thrust againâharder this timeâmaking her tits bounce wildly in the mirror. He pinched one nipple between rough fingers, rolling it slowly, tugging just enough to make her gasp and arch.
âGonna make you come again, baby,â he growled low. âJust like under the table. Gonna make this pretty pussy soak my fingers while your boyfriendâs downstairs playing on his phone.â
Jihyoâs only answer was a broken moanâhead lolling further back on his shoulder, body trembling, thighs shaking as she ground faster, chasing the friction of his cock against her dripping slit.
Minwoo stood frozen in the hallway, hand pressed hard against the front of his jeans, squeezing his throbbing length through the denim. He couldnât breathe. Couldnât look away.
His goddess was falling apart for the wrong man.
And the worst part?
He was so fucking hard he could barely think straight.
Minwooâs fingers dug into the doorframe so hard his knuckles turned white. He couldnât tear his eyes away from the mirrorâs reflectionâevery filthy detail crystal clear, lit by the soft bedside lamp like some private porn set just for him.
Hongshikâs big hands slid higher from Jihyoâs toned abs, cupping the heavy undersides of her bare tits from behind. He lifted them slowly, weighing the soft, fleshy mounds in his palms like they were priceless treasures. Jihyoâs breasts were even more perfect up closeâfull, round, defying gravity despite their size, and with pale skin flushed pink from arousal. Her dark nipples stood out, stiff and swollen, already begging for attention.
She tilted her head back against his shoulder again, that signature sweet-sexy Jihyo smile curving her full lips as she looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. Her mouth parted just a fractionâsoft, glossy lips opening in silent invitation.
That was all the invitation Hongshik needed.
He leaned down and claimed her mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle.
It was raw. Hungry. Filthy.
His lips crashed over hers, sucking hard on her lower lip before his tongue plunged inside, tangling with hers in a wet, aggressive dance. Jihyo moaned straight into his mouthâsoft, needy, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Minwoo could see everything: the way her tongue curled eagerly around his fatherâs and the slick slide of spit as they devoured each other. Thick strands of saliva escaped the corners of her mouth, trickling slowly down her chin, dripping onto the swell of her tits, and leaving shiny trails over her skin.
Hongshikâs hands never stopped working on her breasts. He kneaded them roughlyâsqueezing the soft flesh until it spilled between his thick fingers, then trapping her hard nipples between thumb and forefinger. He pinched. Rolled. Tugged. Each little twist made Jihyoâs body twitch violentlyâher hips jerking back against his bulge, thighs pressing together as fresh wetness soaked the front of her tiny thong even more.
Minwoo gulped hard, throat dry, cock throbbing so painfully against his zipper he thought he might come in his pants just from watching. The view was fucking obscene. His goddessâPark Jihyo, the woman who commanded stadiums with a single hip swayâwas being kissed into complete submission by his grumpy old father. Hongshik ate at her mouth like he was starving, sucking her tongue deep, licking into every corner, while his rough palms mauled those perfect tits. Her nipples looked painfully hardâdark pink peaks pinched and pulled between his calloused fingers, glistening with the faint sheen of sweat and spit that had dripped down from her chin.
Jihyoâs knees buckled again. Her legs trembled, thighs quivering as another wave of pleasure rolled through her. She reached back blindly, small hands stretching up to clutch at Hongshikâs neck, fingers threading into his short, graying hair, holding him against her like she never wanted the kiss to end.
She moaned louder into his mouth nowâsweet, broken little sounds that vibrated through the quiet room. âMmmph⌠ahhâŚâ The noises were muffled by his lips, but Minwoo heard every one. Each whimper made her tits jiggle in Hongshikâs hands, nipples trapped and tortured, sending visible shivers racing down her toned stomach.
Hongshik broke the kiss just long enough to growl against her swollen lips.
âFuck, these tits⌠so heavy, so perfect,â he rasped, giving them another hard squeeze that made her gasp. âBeen thinking about them all through dinner. Wanted to rip that little top off and suck on these nipples right at the table.â
Jihyoâs only response was a shaky laugh that turned into another moan as he pinched both nipples at onceâhardârolling them between his fingers until her back arched sharply off his chest.
âYes⌠Appa⌠harderâŚâ she whispered, voice wrecked and breathy, the honorific slipping out like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Minwooâs stomach flipped.
Appa.
She was calling his father "appa" while he played with her tits and ground his cock against her ass.
The jealousy burned hotter, twisting with sick arousal until Minwoo could barely breathe. His hand moved on its ownâpressing harder against the front of his jeans, rubbing the aching length through the denim just to take the edge off. Pre-cum soaked through the fabric in thick pulses; he could feel the wet spot spreading.
In the mirror, Jihyoâs reflection looked completely lostâeyes glassy, cheeks flushed deep red, lips swollen and shiny with spit. Her bare tits bounced with every rough squeeze, nipples trapped and throbbing between Hongshikâs fingers. She kept grinding back against him, thick-ass cheeks flexing around his bulge, thong string pulled so tight it dug into her flesh.
Hongshik kissed her againâdeeper, dirtierâtongue-fucking her mouth while his hands kept tormenting her nipples. One palm slid down her stomach again, fingers tracing the defined lines of her abs before dipping lower, hooking into the front of her thong.
Jihyo whimpered into the kiss, hips bucking forward instinctively.
Minwoo watchedâtransfixed, jealous, and painfully hardâas his father slowly tugged the soaked fabric aside, exposing her dripping pussy to the cool air.
He knew what came next.
And he couldnât make himself leave.
Hongshikâs rough hands gripped Jihyoâs hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh just above her thong string. With one slow, deliberate spin, he turned her around to face him fully.
Minwooâs breath stopped.
There she wasâPark Jihyo, Twiceâs untouchable leader, sex icon of K-pop, the woman whose every hip thrust in fancams had sent millions of fans scrambling for tissuesâstanding completely bare from the waist up in the soft bedroom light.
Her big, beautiful, heavy tits bounced free as she completed the turn. Full, round, and impossibly perky despite their size, they swayed heavily with the motion, pale skin glowing, dark pink nipples stiff and pointing straight ahead like they were begging to be sucked. The faint bounce sent ripples through the soft flesh, making it jiggle side to side before settling into that perfect, natural teardrop shape that had launched a thousand thirsty comments and endless edits.
Minwoo gulped so hard his throat clicked audibly.
This was the body that made grown men lose their minds. The same tits that strained against tight stage outfits during âFeel Specialâ performances, that bounced hypnotically in âAlcohol-Freeâ dance practices, and that had entire fan accounts dedicated to zooming in on every jiggle. Millions fapped to those fancamsâpausing, rewinding, and coming hard to the way her breasts moved when she hit a sharp choreo point. And now they were right hereâbare, flushed, nipples hard and achingâin front of his own father.
He wanted to shove past the door. Wanted to be the one standing there instead of Hongshik. He wanted to cup those heavy mounds in his own hands, feel their weight spill over his palms, squeeze until she gasped, then lean down and suck one stiff nipple deep into his mouthâtongue swirling, teeth grazingâuntil she was moaning his name, thighs shaking, pussy dripping down her legs.
But he couldnât move.
Jihyo smiled up at Hongshikâsweet, filthy, utterly seductive. That famous idol smile twisted into something pornographic, eyes half-lidded and sparkling with mischief. She arched her back just a little, pushing her tits forward proudly, offering them up like a gift.
âLook at them, appa,â she purred, her voice low and teasing. âYou like?â
Without waiting for an answer, she gave a playful little shakeâshoulders rolling so her big breasts bounced and jiggled side to side. The heavy flesh slapped softly together, nipples tracing little circles in the air before settling again. Another shakeâharder this timeâmaking them wobble wildly, the motion so obscene it looked straight out of a high-budget AV scene.
Hongshikâs eyes darkened instantlyâpupils blown, jaw slack with raw lust. His breathing turned rough, nostrils flaring like he could smell how wet she was from across the room. His cock strained visibly against his slacks, thick and angry, tenting the fabric so hard Minwoo could see the outline of the head.
Jihyo laughed softlyâbreathless and delightedâwatching the hunger bloom across his face.
âYouâre so easy, old man,â she teased, reaching up to cup her own tits, lifting them higher, squeezing them together until deep cleavage formed and her nipples almost touched. âJust one look at these, and youâre drooling. Bet youâve been hard since dinner, huh? Thinking about sucking on them while everyone else ate jjigae.â
Hongshik growled low in his throat, hands shooting out to replace hers. He grabbed both breasts roughlyâpalms engulfing as much as he could, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh. He kneaded them hard, thumbs flicking back and forth over her nipples, making them pebble even tighter.
âFuck yes,â he rasped, his voice thick. âBeen staring at these tits all night. Wanted to pull that little tank top down and bury my face in it right at the table. Make you moan while your boyfriend talked about his day.â
Jihyo whimpered, knees buckling slightly as he pinched both nipples at onceâhard twists that made her gasp and arch into his touch. Her thong was a soaked ruin now; Minwoo could see fresh wetness trickling down the inside of her thick thighs, glistening trails that caught the lamplight. She was leaking like a broken faucetâpussy clenching on nothing, clit throbbing visibly under the drenched cotton.
She loved it.
Loved seeing the raw, animal thirst in his eyes. Loved knowing this grumpy old manâher boyfriendâs fatherâwas losing his mind over her body. The power of it made her even wetter; she could feel another gush soak through the thong, dripping onto the carpet between her feet.
âPoor Appa,â she cooed, voice dripping honey and sin. âSo hungry for these big tits. Want to suck them? Bite them? Fuck them?â
Hongshik answered by leaning down and latching onto one nippleâmouth wide, sucking hard, tongue lashing the stiff peak while his hand mauled the other breast. Jihyoâs head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him there.
Her hips rolled forward instinctively, grinding her soaked thong against the bulge in his pants, chasing friction while he devoured her tit like a starving man.
Minwoo stood paralyzed in the hallway, hand shoved down the front of his jeans now, gripping his leaking cock through his boxers. He stroked onceâslow, desperateâpre-cum slicking his palm as he watched the woman of his dirtiest fantasies get worshiped by the wrong man.
Jealousy burned.
Arousal drowned it.
He couldnât look away.
Not when Jihyoâs free hand slid down her own stomach, fingers dipping under her thong to rub slow circles over her swollen clit while Hongshik sucked and bit her nipple.
Not when she moaned louderâsweet, filthy sounds that echoed in the quiet room.
Not when she looked straight into the mirrorâalmost like she knew someone was watchingâand smiled that wicked, satisfied smile while her body trembled on the edge.
She was dripping for the old man.
And Minwoo was dripping for her.
Hongshikâs grin turned downright feralâwide, predatory, eyes gleaming with pure, unfiltered lust as he stared down at her bare, heaving tits.
He yanked her forward by the waist, thick fingers digging into her soft hips hard enough to leave faint red marks. Jihyo gaspedâsharp, needyâthen melted against him instantly, arms flying around his neck in a tight, desperate hug. Her laugh bubbled outâbreathless, delighted, and filthyâas she felt his hunger radiating off him in waves.
Those massive, heavy boobs crushed against his chest, soft flesh spilling over the rough fabric of his shirt. Her rock-hard nipples dragged across the material with every tiny shift, scraping deliciously, sending electric jolts straight to her dripping clit. She moaned low and broken right into his ear, hips twitching forward so her soaked thong pressed against the thick ridge of his cock.
âFuck⌠appaâŚâ she whimpered, her voice wrecked and sweet at the same time.
Hongshikâs big hand slid up, cupping her chin firmly, tilting her beautiful face up to his. His thumb traced the plump curve of her lower lipâslow, teasingâwatching her eyes glaze over in a daze. Her mouth fell open automatically, tongue peeking out just a little, begging without words.
âGood girl,â he growled, his voice gravelly and thick.
His thumb slipped inside her mouth. Jihyo closed her lips around it instantly, sucking hard, her tongue swirling like she was starving for any part of him. Saliva coated his digit as she bobbed her head shallowly, moaning around it like it was his cock instead.
All the while, his other hand trailed downâslow, deliberateâfingers dragging over the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips until he reached that legendary ass.
He cupped both cheeks at onceârough palms engulfing the toned, plump flesh that had broken the internet a thousand times over. Millions jerked off to these exact curves in tight stage shorts and dance practice leggings, fantasizing about grabbing them, spanking them, and burying their faces between them. And now an old manâs hands were kneading them like doughâsqueezing hard, spreading them apart, thumbs dipping into the crease where the thong string disappeared.
Jihyo moaned louderâraw, shamelessâher hips rolling back into his grip, pushing her ass deeper into his palms. The motion made her soaked thong slide against her swollen pussy lips, clit throbbing with every grind. Fresh wetness trickled down her inner thighs, shiny trails catching the lamplight.
âThese cheeksâŚâ Hongshik rasped against her ear, squeezing harder, making the flesh spill between his fingers. âBeen dreaming about this fat ass since the day you moved in. So fucking soft⌠so fucking perfect⌠gonna mark it up later. Leave my handprints all over it while you ride me.â
Jihyoâs knees buckled again. She clung tighter to his neck, tits mashed against his chest, nipples scraping torturously with every breath. Her tongue swirled faster around his thumb, sucking like a desperate little slut, drool leaking from the corners of her mouth and dripping onto her collarbone.
She pulled off his thumb with a wet pop, looking up at him with glassy, pleading eyes.
âThen do it, Appa,â she whispered, her voice trembling with need. âGrab it harder⌠spank it⌠fuck it⌠make it yoursâŚâ
Hongshik growled deep in his throat, one hand leaving her ass to fist her hair at the nape, yanking her head back so her throat arched beautifully.
The other hand delivered a sharp, possessive slap to her right cheekâloud enough to echo in the quiet room.
Jihyo yelped, then moanedâlong, filthy, dripping with pleasureâas the sting bloomed into heat.
Her pussy clenched hard, another gush soaking through the thong, dripping onto the carpet between her spread feet.
Minwoo watched from the crack in the doorâhand shoved down his pants now, stroking his leaking cock in slow, desperate pullsâjealousy and arousal twisting him into knots.
His goddess was being manhandled, worshipped, and claimed by the wrong man.
And she was loving every filthy second of it.
Hongshikâs hands never stopped roamingârough palms sliding over her bare skin, one still kneading the heavy swell of her tit while the other gripped her ass cheek hard enough to make the flesh bulge between his fingers. Jihyo was pressed flush against him, her soaked thong the only scrap of fabric left, grinding slowly and needily against the thick bulge in his pants like she couldnât help herself.
He pulled back just enough to look down at her flushed face, his thumb brushing a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead. His voice came out low, gravelly, almost casualâlike he wasnât currently groping the hottest idol in Korea in his sonâs bedroom.
âSo⌠you and my boy,â he murmured, eyes locked on hers. âHowâs that going these days? Still playing the perfect couple downstairs?â
Jihyoâs lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. She let out a soft, breathy laughâhalf moan, half teaseâas she rolled her hips again, dragging her dripping pussy along the ridge of his clothed cock.
âReally, Appa?â she purred, voice dripping honey and sin. âIâm standing here completely naked⌠bare tits pressed against your chest⌠My pussy is so wet itâs dripping down my thighs⌠and now you want to talk about your son?â
She arched her back deliberately, pushing her heavy breasts harder into him so her stiff nipples scraped against his shirt. A fresh shiver ran through her body, making her moan low in her throat.
Hongshik chuckledâdark, smugâand slid one big hand down the front of her body. His thick fingers traced the edge of her thong, then dipped lower, running slowly along her soaked pussy lips over the thin, drenched fabric. He didnât push inside yetâjust stroked up and down her slit in lazy, teasing glides, pressing just enough to make her swollen clit throb under the cotton.
Jihyo gasped sharply, knees buckling as her hips jerked forward into his touch. Her hands clutched at his shoulders for balance, nails digging in.
âFuck⌠AppaâŚâ she whimpered, eyes fluttering.
âAnswer me, baby girl,â he growled, fingers circling her clit onceâslow, firmâmaking her whole body twitch. âYou still fucking my son? Still letting him think heâs the only one who gets this perfect little cunt?â
Jihyoâs head fell forward against his chest for a second, panting, before she lifted her gaze againâeyes glassy, lips parted, completely wrecked.
âI wouldâve broken up with him months ago,â she confessed in a shaky whisper, her voice trembling with need. âIf⌠if I could bear to leave you.â
Hongshikâs fingers pausedâthen pressed harder, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her clit through the thong. Jihyoâs thighs shook, another gush of wetness soaking his hand.
She kept talkingâwords spilling out between gasps and moansâlike she couldnât hold them back anymore.
âI havenât⌠ahh⌠fucked him in months,â she admitted, hips rocking desperately against his fingers. âMy body⌠it doesnât feel anything for him anymore. Nothing. He touches me, and⌠itâs just⌠empty. Soft. Boring.â
She looked up at him with pure, filthy honesty, eyes shining.
âBut youâŚâ Her voice cracked as he slipped two fingers under the thong edge, finally brushing bare, slick folds. âYou touch me, and I drip. You finger me under the table, and I almost come in front of everyone. You grab my tits, slap my ass, call me your dirty little girl⌠and I canât stop shaking.â
Hongshik growled low, pleased, and possessive. He pushed one thick finger inside herâslow, deepâcurling it against her front wall while his thumb kept rubbing her clit.
Jihyoâs mouth fell open in a silent scream, her back arching so hard her bare tits bounced against him.
âThatâs right,â he rasped against her ear, pumping his finger in and out in slow, filthy strokes. âThis pussy belongs to me now. Not his. Mine. Been stretching it, filling it, making it gush for months while he jerks off thinking youâre still his good girl.â
Jihyo nodded frantically, thighs trembling, pussy clenching around his finger like it never wanted to let go.
âYes⌠yours⌠only yours, AppaâŚâ she whimpered, grinding down onto his hand. âHe doesnât make me feel⌠anything⌠like this. Only you⌠fuck⌠only you make me this wet⌠this needyâŚâ
Hongshik added a second fingerâstretching her open widerâthrusting deeper while his thumb circled her clit faster.
âThen say it,â he ordered, his voice rough. âTell me who this cunt belongs to.â
Jihyoâs eyes rolled back, her body shuddering violently as she teetered on the edge.
âYou⌠itâs yours⌠all yours⌠appaâs dirty little pussy⌠ahhâfuckâplease donât stopâŚâ
Minwoo stood frozen in the hallway, hand wrapped tight around his leaking cock through his jeans, stroking in time with his fatherâs fingers pumping in and out of hers.
Jealousy burned hotter than ever.
But so did the sick, twisted heat pooling in his balls.
He couldnât look away.
Couldnât stop.
And Jihyoâhis perfect, untouchable goddessâwas moaning louder now, thighs shaking, ready to come all over the old manâs hand while confessing everything.
Hongshikâs tongue dragged slowly and wetly up the side of Jihyoâs exposed neck, tracing the pulsing vein like he was savoring every inch. She tilted her head back fartherâoffering moreâher throat arched beautifully, long hair spilling over his shoulder as she surrendered completely. Her fingers dug harder into his back, nails scraping through his shirt, clinging like sheâd fall apart if she let go.
He licked againâa broad, filthy stripe from her collarbone to just below her earâthen sucked lightly on the sensitive spot that made her whole body jerk. Jihyoâs breath hitched, turning into a long, trembling moan that vibrated against his mouth.
âTell me, baby girl,â he murmured between slow, teasing licks, his voice low and rough. âWhat does this pretty body miss when Iâm not touching it? Whoâs the only one who can make it feel good?â
Jihyoâs hips rolled forward instinctively, grinding her soaked thong against the thick ridge of his cock. Her bare tits pressed harder into his chest, stiff nipples scraping torturously with every breath. She tried to speak, but another long lick along her neck turned the words into a broken whimper.
âOnly⌠ahh⌠only you, AppaâŚâ she gasped, voice wrecked and needy. âYour tongue⌠fuck⌠your tongue on my neck, on my tits, between my legs⌠it makes me drip so muchâŚâ
Hongshik chuckled darkly against her skin, teeth grazing her pulse point just enough to make her gasp again.
âAnd my cock?â he prompted, thrusting his hips forward so the hard length rubbed right along her slit through their clothes. âWho fucks this needy little pussy the way it needs to be fucked?â
Jihyoâs knees buckled. She clutched him tighter, thighs trembling, pussy clenching around nothing as another gush of wetness soaked through her thong and trickled down her inner thigh.
âOnly your cockâŚâ she moaned, words slurring with pleasure. âOnly your thick, old cock can stretch me⌠fill me⌠make me come so hard I canât see straight⌠your sonâs⌠ahh⌠his doesnât do anything⌠doesnât make me shake⌠doesnât make me begâŚâ
She threw her head back even farther, offering her throat completely as Hongshik sucked a fresh bruise into the soft skin.
âOnly you⌠only appaâs cock can make me feel like this⌠like a bitch in heat⌠dripping and desperate⌠please⌠please fuck meâŚâ
Minwoo stood frozen in the hallway shadow, one hand shoved down the front of his jeans, gripping his leaking cock so hard it hurt. His other hand pressed flat against the wall to keep from collapsing.
He couldnât believe what he was hearing.
Park Jihyoâthe sweet, powerful, untouchable leader of Twice, the woman whose smile melted arenas, whose body had trended worldwide for yearsâwas confessing in broken moans that she hadnât fucked his brother in months. That Chaehyunâs touch did nothing for her anymore. That only his fatherâs tongue, only his fatherâs cock, could make her body come alive.
Minwooâs mind reeled.
His old manâgrumpy, balding, ordinary Hongshikâhad somehow turned the sexiest idol in Korea into a whimpering, dripping mess who begged for his dick like it was oxygen. Heâd trained her. Molded her. Taken Chaehyunâs girlfriend and reshaped her into this needy, cock-hungry bitch in heat who spread her legs under the dinner table, soaked her thong for his fingers, and now stood half-naked in his sonâs bedroom moaning about how only Appaâs cock could satisfy her.
The jealousy was suffocatingâsharp, burning, twisting in Minwooâs gut like a knife. It should have been him. He was young and fit, the same age as her fans who threw money at fancams. Heâd jerked off to her for yearsâpicturing her riding him, moaning his name, and her tits bouncing while she screamed for more.
But she was hereâbare tits heaving, thong drenched, neck covered in hickeys from his fatherâs mouthâbegging the old man to fuck her senseless.
And the worst part?
Minwoo was harder than heâd ever been in his life.
His cock throbbed painfully in his fist, pre-cum slicking his palm with every slow, helpless stroke. Hearing Jihyo confessâvoice cracking with needâthat only Hongshik could make her feel pleasure, that his brotherâs dick was nothing compared to his fatherâs⌠it was humiliating. Enraging.
But it was also the hottest thing heâd ever witnessed.
She was completely broken for himâtrained to crave the old manâs rough hands, his thick fingers, and his experienced tongue. Sheâd become exactly what Hongshik wanted: a dripping, obedient slut who got off on being claimed by someone she shouldnât want.
Minwooâs strokes sped upâquiet, desperateâhis eyes glued to the mirror reflection of Jihyoâs arched back, her heavy tits bouncing with every grind, her thighs shaking as Hongshik kept licking her neck and teasing her soaked pussy over the thong.
He hated his father in that moment.
But he couldnât stop watching.
Couldnât stop stroking.
Couldnât stop imagining it was his tongue on her neck, his cock making her moan like that.
And deep downâtwisted, shamefulâhe wondered if sheâd ever look at him the way she looked at the old man right now.
Like he was the only one who could make her come undone.
Hongshikâs hands tightened on Jihyoâs hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh just above the string of her thong. With a slow, deliberate tug, he pulled her backward toward the small vanity table against the wallâthe one usually cluttered with her makeup and perfume bottles.
âBack up, baby girl,â he rasped, his voice thick with command. âLean on the table for Appa."
Jihyo obeyed instantly, letting him guide her until the backs of her thighs hit the edge of the wooden surface. She braced her palms behind her, leaning back slowly, arching her spine so her upper body tilted toward him. The motion thrust her heavy, bare tits forward like an offeringâbig, round, perfect mounds heaving with every shallow breath. Her dark pink nipplesâalready swollen and painfully stiffâjutted out proudly, begging to be touched, to be hurt, to be worshipped.
Minwooâs breath caught in his throat. A soft, involuntary gasp slipped past his lips before he could stop it.
God, those tits.
They were everything the fancams and tight stage outfits had promisedâand more. Full, heavy, defying gravity with that natural teardrop shape, idols paid surgeons millions to imitate it. The way they jiggled with each quick inhale made his mouth water. Perfect creamy skin, faint blue veins visible under the surface, nipples standing erect like little pink bullets, flushed darker from all the pinching and twisting earlier. Every tiny breath she took sent another ripple through the soft fleshâgentle bounces that made them sway side to side before settling again.
He wanted to bury his face between them. Wanted to suck one nipple deep into his mouth until she screamed. He wanted to slap them, watch them bounce, and mark them with his teeth so everyoneâespecially his brotherâwould know theyâd been claimed.
But the old man was already there.
Hongshik stepped between her spread thighs, crowding her against the table. His eyes were locked on her chest like a starving man staring at a feast. A slow, filthy grin spread across his face as he watched her tits rise and fall.
âLook at these perfect fucking tits,â he murmured, his voice rough with awe and hunger. âSo big⌠so heavy⌠been dying to play with them properly all night.â
He reached up with both hands, cupping the undersides firstâlifting them, weighing them, thumbs brushing just below the areolas. Jihyoâs back arched harder, pushing them deeper into his palms with a soft whimper.
Then he flicked.
The pad of his right index finger snapped against her left nippleâa quick, sharp, upward flick that made the stiff peak bounce.
Jihyo gaspedâsharply, needilyâher whole body jerking.
He did it again. And again. Alternating between nipples, flicking them up and down like he was playing a tiny instrument tuned only to her pleasure. Each little snap sent a visible jolt through herâher tits jiggling wildly, nipples throbbing harder, turning an even deeper shade of pink.
âAhâfuckâappaââ she moaned, voice cracking. Her thighs rubbed together frantically, slick sounds audible even from the doorway as her soaked thong slid against her swollen pussy lips.
Hongshik never let go. His fingers kept tormentingâflick, pinch, roll, flick againâkeeping her right on the razorâs edge. Jihyoâs head fell back, long hair cascading over the table surface, mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans and whimpers.
âPlease⌠please⌠moreâŚâ
She stared up at him with pure, glassy lustâeyes dark, pupils blown, and lips swollen from earlier kisses. That famous idol smile twisted into something filthy and desperate, like she was begging him to ruin her completely.
Minwooâs cock throbbed so hard it hurt. He stroked faster through his jeansâquietly, franticallyâpre-cum soaking his boxers in thick pulses. Watching her like thisâspread out on the table, tits bouncing with every flick, thighs rubbing desperatelyâwas almost too much. She looked like pure sex: sweaty skin glistening, chest flushed red, nipples throbbing under his fatherâs cruel fingers, and pussy dripping so much he could see the dark wet spot on the thong growing bigger by the second.
Hongshik leaned in closer, one hand still flicking her nipples while the other trailed down her toned stomach, circling her navel teasingly before stopping just above her mound.
âYouâre dripping like a faucet, arenât you?â he growled, voice smug. âCan smell how wet you are from here. This little cuntâs crying for Appaâs cock while your boyfriendâs downstairs watching TV.â
Jihyo nodded frantically, biting her lower lip so hard it turned white.
âYes⌠yes⌠so wet⌠for you⌠only for youâŚâ
He switched tacticsâfingers now circling her nipples in slow, torturous spirals, tracing the puffy areolas without ever quite touching the peaks. Goosebumps erupted across her chest, down her arms, and over her stomach. Her whole body shuddered violently, thighs clenching and rubbing faster, slick sounds growing louder as her arousal leaked steadily.
She was a messâsweating, flushed, heaving, her eyes locked on Hongshik with pure worship. Every circle around her nipples made her twitch harder, made her moan louder, made her grind her soaked thong against nothing in desperate search of friction.
Hongshik watched her fall apart with patient, sadistic pleasureânever rushing, never giving her what she really needed. He kept her on edge, kept her high on the razorâs edge of orgasm, letting the pleasure build until she was trembling uncontrollably.
âLook at you,â he murmured, his voice dark and pleased. âMy perfect little idol slut⌠shaking and leaking just from having your nipples played with. Gonna come like this? Gonna soak your thong and drip all over the table without me even touching your pussy?â
Jihyoâs answer was a broken sobâhalf moan, half plea.
âPlease⌠appa⌠I need⌠need moreâŚâ
But he didnât give it.
He just kept circling, flicking, and pinchingâslow and relentlessâwatching her body betray her completely.
Minwoo couldnât take it anymore. His hand moved faster inside his jeans, stroking his aching cock in time with her desperate moans. Jealousy burned, arousal drowned him, and all he could do was watch as the sexiest woman aliveâhis brotherâs girlfriend, his lifelong fantasyâwas edged to insanity by his own fatherâs patient, cruel hands.
And she loved every filthy second of it.
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CHAPTER 2
Jihyo was goneâcompletely, utterly gone. The fierce, confident Twice leader who commanded stages and charmed millions had melted into a trembling, needy puddle of lust right there on the kitchen table. Her famous bodyâtoned from endless dance practice, curves sculpted by years of disciplineâwas now soft and pliant under Hongshikâs rough, experienced hands. Sweat glistened on her collarbones, between her heavy breasts, and down the flat plane of her stomach. Her thong was ruined; the black lace darkened and clung obscenely to her swollen pussy lips, the wet fabric outlining every fold. A thin trail of her arousal had already leaked past the edge, dripping slowly onto the polished wood beneath her ass.
She stared up at Hongshik with glassy, worshipful eyesâpupils blown so wide the iris was almost invisible. Her swollen lips parted on shallow, desperate pants. That iconic Twice smileâbright, playful, and perfect for CFs and fancamsâwas twisted now into something filthy: open-mouthed, trembling, and begging without words.
Hongshikâs large, calloused hands never left her chest. He cupped the undersides of her big, soft tits, lifting them, squeezing them together until deep cleavage formed, then letting them spill over his palms. He bounced them onceâhardâwatching the heavy flesh jiggle and ripple. Jihyoâs back arched off the table with a sharp, broken moan that echoed off the kitchen tiles.
âFuck⌠AppaâŚâ she whimpered, her voice cracking.
He did it againâlifted, squeezed, releasedâmaking her breasts bounce lewdly. Each jiggle sent a fresh jolt straight to her clit. Her hips rolled helplessly, grinding her soaked thong against nothing, chasing friction that wasnât there.
âLook at these perfect tits,â Hongshik growled, his voice thick with possession. He slapped the side of one breast lightlyâenough to make it wobble and sting sweetlyâthen caught the nipple between his knuckles and tugged upward. Jihyoâs moan turned into a high, keening whine. âSo big, so soft⌠they bounce so pretty when I play with them. Does my son ever make them dance like this?â
Jihyoâs head thrashed side to side on the table, long dark hair sticking to her sweaty cheeks. âN-no⌠Minwoo⌠he just⌠grabs⌠quick⌠never⌠never like thisâŚâ Her voice was wrecked, breathy, and almost childlike in its desperation. âHe doesnât⌠doesnât take time⌠to appreciateâŚâ
Hongshikâs grin was feral.
âPoor baby,â he mocked gently, thumbs circling her areolas nowâslow, torturous spirals that avoided the aching peaks. Goosebumps erupted across her chest and down her arms. âHe doesnât know how to worship these gorgeous tits the way they deserve. Doesnât know how sensitive they are⌠how much you love having them teased until youâre crying.â
Jihyo nodded frantically, tears of overstimulation gathering in the corners of her eyes. âYes⌠yes⌠please⌠Appa⌠moreâŚâ
He rewarded her by finally capturing both nipples between his fingersâpinching, rolling, and tugging in perfect rhythm. Her whole body jolted like sheâd been shocked. A fresh gush of wetness soaked through her thong; she could feel it trickling down her ass crack, pooling beneath her.
That was when her slender handsâshaking, desperateâreached for him.
She ran her palms up his thick forearms, tracing the corded muscle, then higher to his broad chest, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. She clawed at him like she needed to anchor herself to something solid while pleasure tore her apart. Her nails scraped down his sides, then back up, greedy, worshipping.
Hongshik groaned low in his throat at the touch.
âFuck⌠thatâs it, baby. Touch your Appa. Feel how hard you make me.â
Jihyoâs legsâlong, toned, dancerâs legsâmoved on instinct. She hooked them around his thick thighs, ankles locking at the small of his back. With a needy little whimper, she pulled him closer, forcing his hips flush against hers. The hard ridge of his cockâstill trapped in his pantsâpressed right against her soaked thong, the heat of him searing through the thin layers.
She tilted her head up, lips brushing the shell of his ear, her voice a trembling, bitten-off whisper:
âHe⌠he doesnât take time⌠like you do⌠Appa⌠he just⌠fucks⌠quick⌠never⌠never looks at me⌠like you look⌠never touches me⌠like you touchâŚâ
Hongshikâs control frayed at the edges.
He growledâdeep and animalâat her throat.
âThen let Appa show you how a real man appreciates a body like yours.â
He attacked her tits againâwith his mouth this time. He latched onto her left nipple, sucking hard, tongue flicking the tip rapidly while his hand mauled the rightâsqueezing, kneading, slapping lightly so the flesh jiggled. Jihyoâs back bowed off the table, a raw, broken cry tearing from her throat.
âYesâyesâAppaâsuck themâpleaseââ
Her legs tightened around him, heels digging into his ass, pulling him impossibly closer. The friction of his clothed cock grinding against her thong-clad pussy was maddeningâtoo much fabric, not enough pressure, but still enough to make her clit throb with every roll of his hips.
Hongshik switched nipplesâbiting the right one gently, then soothing it with slow, wet circles of his tongue. His hand kept playing with the leftâpinching, tugging, rollingâkeeping both peaks hypersensitive, swollen, and dark red.
Jihyo was babbling nowâhigh, frantic, filthy.
âAppa⌠your mouth⌠so good⌠better than him⌠so much better⌠please⌠donât stop⌠make them bounce again⌠make me feel⌠ownedâŚâ
Hongshik lifted his head just long enough to growl against her lips.
âYou are owned, baby. These tits? This pussy? This whole perfect idol body? Mine now.â
He slapped both breasts at onceâsharp, stinging slaps that made them jiggle wildlyâand Jihyo came undone.
Her eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent scream as the orgasm ripped through her without any touch to her pussy. Her hips bucked violently against his, grinding her soaked thong against the hard length of his cock, chasing the friction. Pleasure exploded behind her eyesâwhite-hot, blindingâcoursing from her abused nipples straight to her clit, making her inner walls flutter and clench around nothing. A fresh gush of slick soaked through her thong, dripping down to wet the table beneath her ass.
Hongshik watched her shatter with dark, possessive pride.
âThatâs it⌠come for Appa⌠just from having your big tits played with⌠such a needy little slutâŚâ
Jihyoâs body kept shaking through the aftershocksâlegs locked tight around him, hands clawing at his back, and tears of overwhelmed pleasure slipping down her temples.
When she finally sagged, panting, Hongshik leaned down and claimed her mouth in a brutal, possessive kissâtongue invading, claiming every corner, and tasting the salt of her tears and the sweetness of her submission.
Jihyo kissed back desperatelyâtongue tangling with his, moaning into his mouth, her legs still wrapped around him as if she never wanted to let go.
Minwooâs hand moved faster inside his jeansâjealousy, arousal, and humiliation twisting together until he couldnât tell them apart.
Minwoo pressed his eye to the narrow crack in the doorframe, his heart hammering so loud he was sure it would give him away. The kitchen light spilled out in a warm golden stripe across the hallway floor, and through that sliver, he saw everything.
Jihyoâthe Jihyo, Twiceâs powerhouse main vocalist, the woman who commanded stadiums of thousands with a single noteâwas completely lost in his father.
She was kissing Hongshik like she was starving for him.
Her full, glossy lips were locked to his in a deep, filthy open-mouthed kiss, tongues visibly sliding together, wet and hungry. Her slender fingers were buried in his fatherâs thick gray hair, nails scraping at his scalp as she pulled him even closer, tilting her head to deepen the angle, moaning softly into his mouth with every slow, greedy pull. The sound was low, throaty, and desperateânothing like the polished, stage-ready voice the world knew. This was raw, private, and ruined.
Hongshikâs big hands roamed her body with shameless ownership.
One palm slid up the outside of her bare thigh, fingers splaying wide to feel the smooth, warm skin. A light sheen of sweat glistened on her toned legs, catching the overhead light every time he stroked higher. He squeezed the soft flesh just below the curve of her ass, then dragged his hand inward, tracing the sensitive inner thigh with deliberate slowness. Jihyoâs legs parted wider on instinct, knees falling open on the kitchen table, offering herself without a word.
Minwooâs cock jerked painfully in his jeans. He could see the dark wet spot on her black thong growing larger, the lace clinging transparently to her swollen pussy lips. A thin string of arousal stretched and snapped as her thighs shifted.
Hongshik broke the kiss just long enough to growl against her jaw.
One of his hands stayed on her neckâlong fingers wrapping around her throat in a firm, possessive grip, not choking but just holding and controlling. The other hand trailed up between her spread thighs, knuckles brushing the soaked center of her thong. He pressed two fingers against the drenched fabric, rubbing slow, firm circles right over her clit.
Jihyoâs head fell back with a sharp gasp, throat exposed under his grip, long dark hair spilling over the edge of the table like ink. Her mouth dropped open, eyes squeezed shut, and a soft, broken moan slipped out.
âAh⌠AppaâŚâ
The word was barely a breath, but it hit Minwoo like a punch to the gut.
His fatherâs thumb hooked the edge of her thong and tugged it aside, exposing her completely. Jihyoâs pussy was flushed dark pink, lips puffy and glistening, and clit swollen and peeking out from its hood. A fresh bead of slick welled up and slid down toward her ass.
Hongshik groaned low in his throat.
âLook at this pretty little cunt⌠dripping for an old man while your boyfriendâs right downstairs.â
He dragged two thick fingers through her foldsâslow and deliberateâcoating them in her wetness before circling her entrance. Jihyoâs hips rolled up to meet him, a needy little whine escaping her.
âPlease⌠touch me⌠insideâŚâ
Hongshik pushed inâtwo fingers at onceâstretching her slowly, curling upward to rub that spot deep inside that made her whole body jerk.
Jihyoâs back arched off the table, tits bouncing, nipples visibly hard. Her hands flew back to his hair, pulling him down so she could kiss him againâmessy, desperate, and moaning directly into his mouth as he fingered her with steady, deep strokes. Minwooâs hand was inside his jeans before he could think, stroking his aching cock in frantic, quiet jerks. Pre-cum soaked through his boxers in thick pulses. Jealousy burned hot in his chest, but the arousal was strongerâwatching the goddess Jihyo, the woman heâd jerked off to for years, reduced to a whimpering, dripping mess by his own fatherâs hands.
She looked like pure sin: thighs spread wide, sweat shining on her skin, pussy clenching around Hongshikâs fingers, moaning brokenly into his mouth while he owned her completely.
Minwoo couldnât tear his eyes away, even though every second burned like acid in his chest.
Jihyoâthe Jihyo, the goddess who owned stadiums and who made grown men cry with one high noteâwas writhing under his fatherâs hands like sheâd been born for this exact moment.
Her slender fingers were everywhere on Hongshikâgreedy, desperate, worshipping. She dragged her nails lightly down his thick forearms, tracing the corded veins, then slid her palms up under his shirt to feel the hard planes of his stomach and the coarse gray hair scattered across his chest. She moaned softly into his mouth every time her fingertips found new skin, like touching him was its own kind of orgasm.
Hongshik leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of her ear, voice low and filthy.
âYouâre dripping like this, baby⌠what would your fans think if they knew?â He paused, letting the words sink in, letting her feel the shame twist with the pleasure. âTheir perfect goddess, their role model, leaking all over a kitchen table for an old man three times her age. An old man whoâs not even her boyfriend. Just some gray-haired bastard who knows how to play with her slutty little body.â
Jihyoâs reaction was instant and obscene.
Her sexy pink lipsâalready swollen from kissingâparted on a sharp gasp. She bit down hard on the lower one, teeth sinking in until the flesh turned white, eyes glazing over with fresh, glassy lust. Hongshikâs words didnât shame herâthey ignited her. Her pupils blew wide, dark, and hungry, and a fresh gush of slick leaked out of her pussy, soaking the ruined thong even more. Minwoo could see itâthe dark wet spot spreading, the thin string of arousal stretching and snapping as her hips rolled helplessly.
That was the thing that broke her hardestânot just the way Hongshik fucked her senseless, not just the stretch of his thick fingers or the cruel way he toyed with her nipples.
It was who he was.
An old man. Her boyfriendâs father. Thrice her age. Gray hair, rough hands, the kind of body that had seen decades more life than hersâand yet here she was, Twiceâs Jihyo, global idol, dripping like a bitch in heat because he was touching her.
The taboo of itâthe wrongnessâmade her pussy clench so hard Minwoo could almost hear it from the doorway. More slick dribbled out, sliding down the crack of her ass, pooling on the table beneath her, and then dripping in slow, obscene drops to the hardwood floor. Plip. Plip. Plip.
She groanedâlow, animal, filthyâand lunged forward.
Her mouth found his neck like a starving thing.
She licked him firstâlong, slow, wet stripes up the side of his throat, tasting the salt of his skin, the faint musk of cologne, and older-man sweat. She moaned against him, the sound vibrating through his flesh, her tongue dragging over his Adamâs apple, circling the pulse point, sucking lightly until a faint red mark bloomed under her lips.
Hongshik groaned deep in his chest, his hand tightening on her throat just enough to make her whimper.
âThatâs it, baby⌠taste your Appa. Show me how much you love being a dirty little idol whore for an old cock.â
Jihyoâs hands flew to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons in her eagerness. She popped them open one by oneâtoo frantic to be neatâuntil the fabric parted and she could press her palms flat against his bare chest. She moaned again at the contactâcoarse gray hair under her fingers, solid muscle beneath, and warm skin that smelled like man and sin.
She kissed lower, open-mouthed and sloppy, licking a trail down the center of his chest, nipping at his collarbone, and sucking a bruise just above his nipple. Her tongue swirled around the flat disc, teasing it to a hard peak before she moved to the other side, giving it the same filthy attention.
All the while her hips kept rollingâslow, desperate grinds against nothing, chasing friction, her soaked thong rubbing uselessly against her clit. The puddle beneath her ass grew bigger, slick trails running down the table legs now, dripping steadily to the floor.
Hongshikâs free hand slid up her thigh again, fingers dipping between her legs to trace her dripping slit through the thong.
âSo fucking wet for me,â he growled. âThis cuntâs crying because an old manâs touching it. You love that, donât you? Love knowing youâre betraying your pretty boyfriend for gray dick.â
Jihyoâs answer was a broken, needy sob against his chest.
âYes⌠yes⌠love it⌠love being bad⌠for you⌠only for youâŚâ
She sucked harder on his skin, leaving a dark hickey just over his heart, claiming him the way he was claiming her.
Minwooâs hand moved faster inside his jeansâjealousy and lust twisting into something poisonous and addictive. He watched the goddess heâd worshipped from afar turn into a shameless, dripping slut for his own father, and all he could do was stroke himself in the shadows, pre-cum soaking his fingers, breath ragged, knowing heâd never be able to unsee this.
And Jihyoâperfect, untouchable Jihyoâwas too far gone to care.
Jihyo leaned down over him like a woman possessed, her heavy tits dragging across Hongshikâs chest, nipples scraping against his coarse gray hair as she lowered her mouth to his skin. Her tongue flicked outâhot, wet, greedyâand caught one flat, dark nipple. She circled it slowly at first, teasing the pebbled flesh with feather-light licks, then flattened her tongue and dragged it in one long, filthy stripe from the center outward. Hongshik groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his ribcage straight into her lips.
She sucked the nipple into her mouthâhardâhollowing her cheeks, tongue flicking the tip rapidly while her other hand found his left nipple and pinched it between thumb and forefinger. She rolled it, tugged it, and twisted it just enough to make his hips jerk up off the table. His cockâstill trapped in his boxersâthrobbed violently against her thigh, thick and hot and impossibly hard, the sheer size of it pressing insistently into her soft flesh like it was trying to brand her.
Jihyo moaned around his nipple, the vibration humming through him. She could feel every pulse of that monster dickâlong, girthy, and veined, a beast she never imagined sheâd worship. Sheâd dated beforeânice boys, sweet boys, boys with average cocks that fit neatly in her hand and finished quickly. But this? This was a culture shock. Korean men werenât supposed to be this big, were they? Not like thisâthick as her wrist, long enough to bump her cervix on the first thrust, and veiny enough that she could feel every ridge dragging inside her even now, just from memory.
The first night heâd fucked herâreally fucked herâshe hadnât been able to walk straight the next morning. Her legs had shaken, her pussy was sore and swollen, her inner thighs were bruised from his grip, and every step had reminded her of how deep heâd been and how thoroughly heâd ruined her. Sheâd limped through rehearsal, trying to hide the wince, thighs rubbing together and making her clit throb with aftershocks. And every time since thenâevery stolen night, every quickie in the bathroom, every slow, filthy session on this very tableâsheâd come harder than she ever had with anyone else.
The memories flooded her now as her eager hands slid down his body.
She traced the hard ridges of his abs, nails scraping lightly through the trail of graying hair that led downward. Her mouth followedâkissing, licking, and sucking little marks into his skin as she worked her way south. She dragged her tongue through the coarse hair just above his boxers, tasting salt and musk and man, moaning at the raw, animal scent of him. Hongshikâs cock jerked under the fabric, the head outlined perfectly against the thin cotton, a huge, obscene tent that made her mouth water.
She could see the wet patch blooming at the tipâthick, clear pre-cum soaking through, darkening the gray material until it clung transparently to the fat mushroom head. A bead of it welled up, seeping through the weave, glistening in the kitchen light.
Jihyo whimpered.
She flattened her palm over the bulgeâfeeling the heat, the pulse, and the sheer size of himâand gave one slow, firm stroke from base to tip. Hongshik hissed through his teeth, hips bucking up into her hand.
âFuck, baby⌠touch it⌠feel how hard you make AppaâŚâ
Her fingers found the slit through the fabricâcircling, rubbing, and smearing the leaking pre-cum in slow, slippery loops. The wet patch grew bigger, the cotton turning almost sheer, outlining every vein, every ridge. She pressed her thumb right against the tip and rubbed in tight circles, milking more pre-cum out until it oozed steadily, soaking her fingertip.
She licked her lips, eyes glassy with lust.
She needed it in her mouth. Needed to taste him and needed to choke on that thick, veiny monster until tears ran down her cheeks and her throat burned.
But first, she dragged her tongue lower, painting a wet stripe across the front of his boxers, tasting the salty pre-cum through the fabric. Hongshik groaned louder this time, hand fisting in her hair, not guiding yetâjust holding, letting her worship.
Jihyo moaned against his cockâvibrations humming through the cotton straight to his shaft.
She was dripping nowâher own pussy clenching around nothing, slick sliding down her thighs, pooling beneath her ass on the table. The thought of sucking him while she was this wet, this desperate, while her boyfriend was probably still downstairs playing video games⌠It made her clit throb so hard she nearly came untouched.
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down just enough to free the head, fat, flushed, purple, and slit; weeping steadily. She leaned in and flicked her tongue over it onceâquick, kittenishâtasting the salty-bitter pre-cum, moaning at the flavor.
Hongshikâs grip tightened in her hair.
âThatâs my good girl⌠taste your Appa⌠show me how much you love this old cockâŚâ
Jihyoâs eyes fluttered shut, lips parting on a shaky breath.
She was already lost.
And she hadnât even taken him in her mouth yet.
One manicured hand pressed flat against Hongshikâs broad chest, pushing him backward with surprising strength. He let herâgrinning like a wolf whoâd already wonâstep back until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed in the next room. The hallway door had been left cracked open just enough for Minwoo to see everything, and now the scene shifted into full view.
Jihyo followed him like a predator stalking prey, hips swaying, heavy tits bouncing softly with each step. When Hongshik sat heavily on the mattress, she stopped right in front of himâclose enough that her knees brushed his.
She smiled.
Not the bright, camera-ready Twice smiled the world knew.
This one was darker. Hungrier. Lips swollen, eyes half-lidded and glassy with lust, corners tilted in filthy promise. She looked like sin wearing a goddessâs face.
Then she turned.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Giving Hongshikâand unknowingly Minwooâa full, devastating view of her back.
Her long black hair cascaded down her spine like ink poured over porcelain. The elegant curve of her shoulders led down to the dramatic dip of her waist, then flared into the lush, heart-shaped swell of her assâround, firm, still flushed from earlier slaps. But it was lower than Minwoo's, breath strangled in his throat.
From this angle, he could see everything.
Her bare tits hung heavy and perfect in profileâfull, teardrop-shaped, nipples dark red and still glistening from Hongshikâs mouth. Her stomach was flat and toned, a faint sheen of sweat making the skin glow. And between her creamy thighsâŚ
Her pussy.
Neatly shaved, completely bare, lips puffy and flushed a deep, aroused pink. They were swollen, parted slightly from how wet she was, the inner folds shining slick. A thick, slow trickle of her arousal slid down the inside of one thigh, glistening like liquid diamond under the bedroom lamp. Another drop followed, then anotherâdripping steadily, obscenely, marking her as already ruined.
Minwooâs cock jerked so violently in his boxers that he nearly came untouched.
Jihyo bent forward at the waistâslowly, pornographically, her back arched like a bow. Her tits swung forward, nipples brushing the air. Her ass lifted, cheeks parting just enough to show the tight pucker between them and the dripping slit below. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thongâthe black lace already soaked, dark, and clinging transparently to her pussyâand tugged it down.
Inch.
By torturous inches.
The fabric peeled away from her swollen lips with a wet, sticky sound. A long string of her arousal stretched between the thong and her clit, then snapped, swinging down to join the trail already leaking down her inner thighs. She dragged the panties slowly over her toned thighs, past her knees, and down her calves, stepping out of them one delicate foot at a time. The ruined lace dangled from her finger like a trophy.
She straightened, turned, and tossed them.
Hongshik caught the thong midair with a low chuckle. He brought it straight to his nose and inhaled deeplyâeyes closing in pure, animal pleasure as he breathed in the thick, heady musk of her arousal. The scent was so strong that Minwoo could almost smell it from the doorway: sweet, tangy, feminine, and overwhelming.
Jihyo watched him with heavy-lidded eyes, biting her swollen lower lip.
She was completely naked now.
No clothes. No shame. No pretense.
Just JihyoâTwiceâs Jihyoâstanding naked in her boyfriendâs childhood bedroom, soaked and ready for his fatherâs cock.
Minwooâs hand moved faster inside his jeansâfrantic, desperateâpre-cum soaking through the fabric in thick, pulsing waves. His cock throbbed so hard it hurt, but he couldnât stop watching.
And Jihyoâperfect, untouchable Jihyoâwas already turning back toward Hongshik, crawling onto the bed on all fours, ass high, pussy glistening, ready to give herself completely to the old man whoâd ruined her for anyone else.
Jihyo crawled toward him on all fours like a panther in heat, every slow, deliberate movement making her heavy tits sway beneath her. The soft, full mounds dragged along Hongshikâs legsâfirst brushing the rough hair on his calves, then sliding up the thick muscle of his thighs. Her stiff nipples scraped against his skin with every inch she advanced, the friction sending sharp, electric tingles racing straight to her clit. Each drag of those sensitive peaks over his coarse leg hair made her gasp softly, pussy clenching hard around nothing, fresh slick leaking out to coat her inner thighs in a shiny trail.
She moaned low in her throat, the sound vibrating through her chest and into her tits as they rubbed against him again and again. The rough texture of his skin against her tender nipples was torture and heaven at onceâevery scrape made her ache deeper, made her pussy throb harder, and made her want to grind against something, anything, to ease the building pressure.
But she didnât stop.
She couldnât.
Her beautiful faceâflushed cheeks, swollen lips, glassy eyes dark with pure, filthy needâfinally hovered right above the obscene bulge in his boxers. His cock was so hard it had forced the waistband down just enough for the fat, flushed head to peek out over the top, glistening with a thick bead of pre-cum that slowly rolled down the veined shaft still trapped beneath the fabric. The sight made her mouth water instantly.
She leaned in closer, nose brushing the cotton, and inhaled deeply.
The scent hit her like a drugâmusky, salty, thick with arousal, and with the sharp tang of pre-cum. It was the smell of him, of raw man, of the cock that had ruined her over and over again. Sheâd come to crave it like oxygen: that heady mix of sweat, skin, and leaking desire that clung to his boxers after every time heâd fucked her senseless. It made her head spin, made her clit pulse, and made her drip even more.
Jihyo whimperedâsoft, needy, shamelessâand extended her tender tongue.
She started at the base, right where the thick root of his cock strained against the cotton. Her tongue flattened, pressing hot and wet against the fabric, and she dragged it upward in one long, slow lickâtasting him through the material, tasting the salt of his skin, and the bitterness of pre-cum that had already soaked through. The wet patch spread instantly under her tongue, darkening the gray cotton, outlining the fat vein that ran along the underside of his shaft.
She moaned again, louder this time, the vibration humming straight through the fabric and into his cock. Hongshikâs hips jerked upward, a rough groan tearing from his throat.
âFuck⌠baby⌠lick it⌠taste how hard you make AppaâŚâ
Jihyo obeyed.
She lapped at him againâlonger strokes now, tongue swirling over the cotton-covered length, tracing every ridge she could feel beneath. The pre-cum kept oozing, seeping through faster, until the front of his boxers was drenched, clinging transparently to the swollen head. She could see the slit clearly nowâflared, weeping, begging for her mouth.
Her pussy ached so badly she could feel her own slick sliding down her thighs in steady rivulets. The emptiness inside her was unbearable; she wanted that thick, veiny monster stretching her open again, splitting her wide, filling her until she couldnât breathe. But firstâŚ
She needed to worship it.
She needed to taste him.
She needed to choke on the cock that had turned her from Twiceâs perfect main vocalist into this dripping, desperate, cock-hungry slut.
Jihyo pressed one last open-mouthed kiss to the wet fabricâlips molding around the fat head through the cottonâthen looked up at Hongshik with pure, glassy lust.
Jihyoâs hands moved like they had a mind of their ownâslow, greedy, trembling with need.
She slid them under the stretched waistband of Hongshikâs boxers, fingers brushing the coarse hair at the base of his cock before dipping lower. Her palms found his heavy balls firstâfull, warm, drawn tight against his body from how badly he wanted her. She cupped them gently at first, rolling the sensitive sack in her soft hand, feeling the weight, the heat, the way they pulsed under her touch. A low, filthy moan slipped from her throat as she squeezed just enough to make him hiss.
Then her other hand wrapped around the thick, throbbing shaft still trapped inside the cotton.
God, it was massive.
Even through the fabric, she could feel every vein, every ridge, and the way it jumped and leaked when her fingers closed around it. She stroked him slowlyâbase to tipâinside the boxers, her grip firm but teasing, her thumb brushing the underside where the fat vein throbbed hardest. Pre-cum pulsed out in thick, steady waves, soaking the cotton even more until the front was drenched and clinging transparently to the swollen head.
All the while, she lowered her chest.
Her big, soft titsâstill flushed and swollen from earlier abuseâsandwiched his rock-hard cock right through the boxers. The heavy mounds enveloped him, nipples dragging along the wet fabric as she rocked forward, letting her breasts rub up and down his length in slow, obscene glides. The friction was maddeningâher sensitive nipples scraping over the cotton, his leaking cockhead bumping against the soft undersides of her tits, smearing precum across her skin in shiny streaks.
Jihyo whimpered at the sensation, her pussy clenching hard, another thick trickle of her own slick sliding down her inner thigh.
She looked up at himâeyes glassy, pupils blown, that famous Twice smile twisted into something depraved and desperateâand dove for the tip peeking over the waistband.
Her tongue flicked out firstâquick, kittenishâlapping at the fat, flushed head like it was candy. The taste of him exploded on her tongue: salty, bitter, and thick with pre-cum. She moaned loudly against his cock, the vibration humming straight through him. Hongshikâs hips jerked, a rough groan tearing from his throat.
âFuck⌠baby⌠lick it⌠clean up that mess you madeâŚâ
Jihyo obeyed.
She flattened her tongue against the slit, lapping up the steady ooze of pre-cum like she was dying of thirst. Each slow drag of her tongue made more bead up, and she chased every dropâcircling the flared head, dipping into the slit, sucking gently on the very tip until her lips sealed around it through the cotton. She looked up at him with every lickâeyes locked on his, dark and worshipful, moaning softly as she tasted him.
Minwoo couldnât breathe.
He stood frozen in the hallway shadows, hand shoved down his jeans, stroking his own aching cock in frantic, silent jerks. He was pretty sure heâd cum any second just from watchingâwatching Jihyo, the goddess heâd jerked off to for years, reduced to this: naked, dripping, worshipping his fatherâs monster cock like it was the only thing that mattered.
How the hell was his old man still holding on?
Hongshikâs cock was obscenely hardâthick, veined, leaking like a faucetâand yet he hadnât lost control. He just groaned low and rough with every lick, every suck, every slow stroke of Jihyoâs hand inside his boxers. His hand fisted in her long black hairânot guiding, just holdingâletting her work, letting her degrade herself for him.
Jihyo sucked harder on the tipâlips stretching around the fat head through the soaked cottonâtongue swirling, lapping up every fresh drop of pre-cum that welled up. Her hand kept stroking him inside the boxersâslow, firm pumps from root to tipâwhile her tits continued to rub up and down his length, nipples scraping the wet fabric, leaving shiny trails of her own arousal mixed with his.
She was a messâdrool slipping from the corners of her mouth, pussy dripping steadily onto the floor between her spread knees, thighs shaking with how badly she needed to be filled.
And still she worshipped.
Still, she licked.
Still, she moaned like a whore in heat, completely owned by the old manâs cock.
Minwooâs balls tightened.
He was going to cum.
And he hadnât even touched her.
Jihyo watched, mesmerized, as Hongshikâs pre-cum kept drippingâthick, clear ropes oozing from the slit, sliding down the swollen head, then catching in the coarse gray pubes just above his waistband. The droplets pooled there in a shiny little mess, clinging to the wiry hair, glistening under the bedroom lamp like liquid sin. More cameâslow, heavy pulsesâeach one making the dark patch on his boxers grow bigger, the fabric so soaked now it molded perfectly to every thick vein and ridge of his monster cock.
She licked her lipsâslow, deliberateâtongue dragging across her swollen bottom lip, tasting the ghost of his flavor still lingering there. Her eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide, that famous idol face twisted into pure, depraved hunger. She leaned in closer, heavy tits swaying beneath her, nipples brushing his thighs again, sending fresh sparks straight to her dripping cunt.
Then she extended her tongue.
Long, pink, trembling with need.
She dragged it flat across his pubesâright where the pre-cum had pooledâlapping up the salty, musky mess in one slow, filthy stroke. The taste exploded on her tongue: bitter, thick, pure man. She moanedâlow, broken, shamelessâfeeling the warm slick coat her taste buds. Hongshikâs cock jumped violently at the contact, and the old manâwatching his sonâs girlfriend debase herself so completelyâgroaned deep in his chest.
The sight pushed him over some invisible edge.
Another thick spurt erupted from his slitâright where her tongue was waiting.
It hit her tongue in a hot, pulsing jet, oozing out in a steady, creamy flow. Jihyo moaned louderâvibrating against his pubesâas the fresh pre-cum flooded her mouth. She didnât waste a single drop. She sealed her lips around the base of his cock through the boxers, sucking gently, tongue swirling to catch every bead that welled up. She licked and lapped like a woman starvedâlong, greedy strokes through the wet cotton, sucking harder when more leaked out, making sure she swallowed every thick, salty drop. Her cheeks hollowed, lips working, and filthy wet sounds filled the room as she cleaned him, worshipped him, and drank him down like it was the only thing keeping her alive.
âFuck⌠baby⌠drink it all⌠every fucking drop⌠thatâs my good little cumslutâŚâ
Hongshikâs voice was rough and wrecked, hand fisting tighter in her hairânot forcing, just anchoringâas he watched her degrade herself for him.
From the doorway, Minwoo had the perfect, devastating angle.
Jihyoâs ass was pointed straight at himâround, firm, creamy cheeks spread just enough from her bent position to show everything. Her leaking pink pussy was fully exposed: lips puffy and dark, clit swollen and throbbing, inner folds shining with fresh slick. Every time she rocked forward to lick his father, her pussy opened a little moreâclenching, fluttering, begging to be filled. A steady stream of her juices flowed outâthick, clear, dripping in long, sticky strings down her inner thighs, trailing all the way to her knees. Her toned, sexy ass cheeks flexed with each movement, muscles tightening and releasing, the soft flesh jiggling slightly when she bobbed her head.
Her heavy tits hung down beneath her, swaying with every lick, nipples brushing Hongshikâs thighs, leaving shiny trails of her own drool and his pre-cum. The sight was obsceneâJihyo, Twiceâs perfect main vocalist, reduced to a dripping, cock-worshipping whore, ass in the air, pussy leaking like a broken faucet, tits swinging while she sucked and licked his fatherâs leaking dick through his boxers.
Minwoo couldnât hold back.
His hand flew faster inside his jeansâfrantic, desperateâstroking his aching cock in time with Jihyoâs slow, greedy licks. The jealousy burned hotter than ever, but the arousal drowned it completely. Within seconds, he came againâhard, silentlyâthick ropes of cum spilling into his boxers, soaking his hand, his thigh, his shame. His knees buckled slightly, vision blurring, but he couldnât look away.
And stillâimpossiblyâhis father hadnât come.
Hongshikâs cock stayed rock-hard, throbbing, leaking steadily into Jihyoâs eager mouth. He just groanedâlow, rough, satisfiedâwith every lick, every suck, every slow pump of her hand inside his boxers, and every drag of her tits along his thighs. He didnât lose control. He just watched herâgray eyes dark, possessive, proudâlike heâd tamed the untamable idol and was savoring every second of her total, filthy surrender.
Jihyo moaned louder against his cock, tongue swirling faster, hands stroking harder, completely lost in worshipping the thick, veiny monster that had ruined her for anyone else.
She didnât know Minwoo was watching.
She didnât know her boyfriendâs brother was cumming in his pants again just from the sight of her bare, dripping body and her desperate mouth on his fatherâs cock.
And she didnât care.
All she cared about was the taste flooding her tongue, the heat in her pussy, and the old man who owned her completely.
Jihyo pulled back just enough to look up at Hongshik, her lips shiny with his pre-cum, chin glistening, and eyes dark and glassy with pure, desperate lust. That famous Twice main vocalist's faceâusually so polished, so perfect for camerasâwas wrecked: cheeks flushed deep pink, mascara slightly smudged from earlier tears of overstimulation, and swollen lips parted on shaky breaths. She licked them slowly, tasting him again, then spoke in a voice so wrecked and needy it barely sounded like her.
âAppaâŚâ she whispered, trembling. âI want to suck your cock⌠please⌠let me take it in my mouth⌠I need it⌠I need to taste you⌠all of youâŚâ
Hongshikâs low, rumbling chuckle vibrated through his chest and straight into her core. His hand tightened in her long black hairânot pulling, just holdingâtilting her head back so she had to meet his eyes.
âGreedy little idol slut,â he growled, voice thick with dark amusement. âYou want Appaâs cock that bad? Then climb up here. Get on top of me. Let me see that dripping pussy right in my face while you choke on this old dick.â
Jihyoâs breath hitchedâsharp, needyâand a fresh gush of slick leaked out of her, sliding down her inner thigh in a visible, shiny trail. Her eyes lit up with filthy happiness, pupils blown so wide they were almost black.
âYes⌠yes, AppaâŚâ
She moved fastâeager, clumsy with lustâcrawling up his body like she couldnât wait another second. Her heavy tits dragged along his stomach, nipples scraping through the coarse gray hair, leaving wet streaks of her own drool and his pre-cum. She straddled his chest first, then shifted higher, knees planting on either side of his shoulders until her dripping pussy hovered right above his mouthâpink, swollen, glistening lips parted and leaking steadily onto his chin.
From Minwooâs cracked-door view, the angle was devastating.
He could see Jihyoâs beautiful faceâflushed, wrecked, lips swollen and shinyânow inches from the fat, leaking head of his fatherâs cock still trapped under the soaked boxers. The black fabric was stretched obscenely tight, the outline of every thick vein and the flared mushroom head perfectly visible, pre-cum still oozing through in thick, steady pulses. Jihyoâs tongue was already out againâpink and wetâlapping at the tip through the cotton, slow, hungry circles that made more pre-cum well up and soak the material even darker.
And lowerâfuckâMinwoo had a clear, unobstructed view of her ass pointed right at him.
Her toned, sexy ass cheeks were spread just enough from the positionâround, firm, creamy skin flushed pink from earlier slaps. Between them, her leaking pink pussy was fully exposed: lips puffy and dark, clit swollen and throbbing, inner folds shining with fresh slick. Every time she rocked forward to lick his fatherâs cock, her pussy opened a little moreâclenching, fluttering, dripping in long, sticky strings that trailed down her inner thighs. The creamy flesh of those sweet, sexy, fit thighs glistened with her arousal, the slick running in rivulets all the way to her knees, pooling on the sheets beneath her.
Minwooâs hand was a blur inside his jeansâstroking frantically, pre-cum soaking his fingers, his balls tight and aching. He could see her jerk suddenlyâhips twitching forward, a muffled moan vibrating against Hongshikâs cockâand he knew exactly why.
Hongshikâs big hands had slid up her thighs, thumbs spreading her pussy lips wide. His thick fingers traced her slick foldsâslow, teasingâthen one digit circled her swollen clit while another pressed against her entrance, dipping just inside. Jihyoâs whole body jolted, ass clenching, pussy clenching, and another thick gush of slick dripping down onto his waiting tongue.
She moaned louder against the boxersâvibrations humming straight through his cockâher tongue never stopping, lapping desperately at the leaking tip while her hips rocked back against his fatherâs mouth.
Minwoo came againâhard, silentlyâthick ropes spilling into his boxers, soaking his hand, his shame. His knees nearly gave out.
Jihyoâs trembling fingers finally hooked into the waistband of Hongshikâs boxers.
She tugged downwardâslow, reverent, like she was unwrapping something sacred and filthy all at once. The elastic stretched, caught for a heartbeat on the thick base of his cock, then gave way.
The monster sprang free with a heavy slapâspringing upward so fast the fat, flushed head nearly smacked her across the cheek.
Jihyo gaspedâsharp, needy, eyes widening in that same dazed, worshipful shock she felt every single time she saw it.
There it was.
Thick. Long. Veiny. Brutal.
The shaft curved slightly upward, thick veins bulging along the length like ropes under the flushed skin, pulsing with every heartbeat. The head was swollen, mushroom-shaped, dark purple and shiny, the slit still weeping thick, clear pre-cum in slow, heavy beads that rolled down the underside and dripped onto her waiting tongue. It was obsceneâbigger than any cock had any right to be, especially on a man three times her age. Korean men werenât supposed to be built like this. But Hongshik was. And this cockâthis brutal, beautiful beastâhad ruined her.
Completely.
She stared at it like it was the only thing in the universe.
This was the thing that had made her unable to walk straight after their first night. Legs shaking, pussy sore and gaping, inner thighs bruised from his grip, every step a reminder of how deep heâd been, how thoroughly heâd split her open. Sheâd limped through dance practice the next day trying to hide the wince, thighs rubbing together and making her clit throb with aftershocks, panties soaked just from remembering.
Even on tourâwhen she was halfway across the world, locked in hotel rooms between schedules and concertsâshe couldnât escape it. Sheâd lie in bed after shows, legs spread, fingers buried in her pussy, rubbing frantic circles over her clit while she pictured this cock pounding her senseless. Sheâd cum hardâback arching, biting her pillow to stay quietâwhimpering his name into the dark, thighs shaking, wishing it was him stretching her instead of her own fingers.
Sheâd even taken a picture onceâright after heâd fucked her raw on this very bed. Heâd pulled out, cock still hard and glistening with her slick, and sheâd grabbed her phone with shaking hands, snapped a quick, filthy shot of that thick, veiny monster before he could stop her. She kept it hidden in a locked folder, password-protected, and late at night when the ache between her legs became unbearable, sheâd open it, zoom in, stare at every ridge, every vein, and finger herself until she came crying his name.
Now it was right in front of her againâreal, hot, throbbing, leaking.
Jihyo gulpedâloud, audibleâthroat working visibly.
Her handsâsmall, manicured, shakingâreached out and wrapped around the shaft.
She couldnât even close her fingers all the way around the girth.
She stroked him slowlyâbase to tipâfeeling every bulging vein under her palm, feeling him pulse and jump in her grip. More pre-cum welled up instantly, thick and pearly, dripping down the head and onto her knuckles. She moaned at the sight, low and broken.
Her beautiful faceâstill flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassyâhovered right above the fat head.
She leaned in and sealed her mouth around the tip.
No hesitation.
She suckedâhardâcheeks hollowing as she drew the leaking slit into her mouth, tongue flicking rapidly over the opening to lap up every fresh drop of pre-cum. The taste flooded herâsalty, bitter, thick, pure himâand she moaned around the head, the vibration humming straight through his cock and making his hips jerk.
Hongshik groanedâdeep, rough, hand fisting tighter in her hair.
âThatâs it, baby⌠suck Appaâs cock⌠take that pre-cum like the greedy little idol whore you areâŚâ
Jihyo did.
She sucked harderâlips stretching wide around the fat mushroom head, tongue swirling, dipping into the slit, milking him for more. She bobbed shallowly, just enough to take the head and a few inches, cheeks hollowing with every pull, drool slipping from the corners of her mouth and dripping down his shaft. Her hands kept stroking the restâslow, firm pumpsâwhile her heavy tits swayed beneath her, nipples brushing his thighs, leaving wet trails.
From the doorway, Minwoo watched, frozen, hand still wrapped around his own cock, stroking in helpless time with her rhythm.
He could see her face perfectlyâbeautiful, wrecked, completely devotedâlips stretched obscenely around his fatherâs thick cock, tongue working the tip, and eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss every time another spurt of pre-cum hit her tongue.
He could see her ass tooâpointed right at him, cheeks spread, pussy leaking in steady, shiny rivulets down her thighs.
And he could see the way her body jerkedâhips twitching forwardâevery time Hongshikâs tongue flicked across her clit or his fingers curled inside her.
Minwoo staredâcouldnât look away if his life depended on it.
For the first time in his life, he saw his fatherâs cock.
And it fucking destroyed him.
Hongshikâs dick stood proud and brutalâthick as a wrist at the base, long enough that even fully hard it curved slightly upward like it knew exactly where to hit to make a woman scream. The shaft was a roadmap of bulging veinsâthick, ropey cords that pulsed visibly under the flushed skin, running from the root all the way to the fat, mushroom-shaped head. That head was obscene: swollen, dark purple, shiny with pre-cum and Jihyoâs spit, the slit still weeping thick, pearly beads that rolled down the underside in slow, heavy trails. The whole thing throbbedâvisibly, angrilyâlike it had a heartbeat of its own, demanding worship.
Minwoo felt it hit him all at once.
Dejectionâsharp, cold, sinking into his gut like lead.
Shameâhot and choking, burning up his neck and cheeks because he was standing here in the hallway jerking off to his own father stealing his girlfriend.
Helplessnessâbone-deep, because there was nothing he could do, nothing he could say, nothing that would change the fact that Jihyo was on her knees in front of that monster right now, moaning as sheâd never moaned for him.
And worst of allâacceptance.
Because he understood now.
He understood exactly why JihyoâJihyo, Twiceâs main vocalist, the woman millions called a goddessâhad let his father finger her senseless on the kitchen table. Why sheâd arched her back and spread her legs and begged for more when Hongshikâs rough hands mauled her tits. Why sheâd kissed him like she was drowning and he was air.
Because that cock deserved it.
That thick, veiny, brutal beast deserved to be worshipped. Deserved to stretch her, ruin her, and own her in ways Minwooâs dick never could.
He looked down at himselfâhis hand still wrapped around his own cock inside his jeansâand the comparison was cruel.
He wasnât small. Average, maybe a little above. But next to his father?
He wasnât even half the size.
Half the thickness.
Half the length.
Half the fucking presence.
Minwooâs cock twitched in his gripâpathetic, leaking, nowhere near the monster that had Jihyo drooling and dripping on the bed right now. He knewâdeep in his gut, in the sick twist of jealousy and arousalâthat his brother wasnât even close either. If Minwoo was average, his brother was probably smaller. No wonder Jihyo had never made those broken, filthy sounds for him. No wonder sheâd never squirted like a fountain, never begged, never looked at him with that glassy, worshipful stare.
Because sheâd never had this.
This thick, veiny, gray-haired beast stretched her so wide she couldnât walk straight the next day. This cock that made her finger herself in hotel rooms on tour, staring at a secret photo sheâd taken of it, cumming and crying his fatherâs name.
Minwooâs hand moved fasterâshameful, helplessâpre-cum soaking his fingers as he watched Jihyo lean in again, tongue flicking out to lap at the leaking slit like it was the sweetest thing sheâd ever tasted.
He came againâsilent, shudderingâthick ropes spilling into his boxers while his fatherâs cock throbbed untouched, still hard, still leaking, still owning the woman Minwoo loved.
And Minwooâdejected, shamed, helplessâaccepted it.
Because that cock deserved her.
Jihyo deserved a cock like that.
A woman built like herâthick thighs, heavy tits, that perfect hourglass waist flaring into a fat, juicy assâwas literally made to be plowed by something this brutal. Made to be split open, stretched until she screamed, and bred until she was dripping with cum and couldnât walk straight for days. Minwoo knew it now, staring through the cracked door with his hand still wrapped around his pathetic, twitching dick. Jihyoâs body wasnât meant for soft, quick fucks from boys her age. It was built for thisâfor an old, thick, veiny monster that could ruin her completely and leave her begging for more.
Hongshikâs cock throbbed right in front of her beautiful faceâfat, angry, glistening with her spit and his endless pre-cum. The head was swollen and dark purple, with a slit weeping steadily, veins bulging like ropes under the flushed skin. Every heartbeat made it pulse, made it jump, and made more thick pre-cum bubble up and roll down the underside in slow, heavy trails.
Jihyoâs tongue never stopped circling.
She lapped at the fat head like it was her lifelineâslow, worshipful swirls around the ridge, dipping into the slit to scoop out every fresh bead of pre-cum that welled up. Her lips parted wider, sealing around the tip, sucking gently while her tongue flicked the underside, coaxing more out. She moanedâlow, broken, vibrating against his cockâevery time another thick pulse hit her tongue. She didnât let a single drop escape. She swallowed it down greedily, tongue chasing the trails that escaped down the shaft, licking back up to the head to start all over again.
Minwoo came again.
Hard.
His cock jerked in his fistâonce, twiceâand thick ropes of cum spilled into his boxers, soaking his hand, his thigh, his shame. He bit his lip so hard he tasted blood, knees buckling, vision blurring at the edges. He couldnât stop watching. Couldnât stop stroking through the aftershocks even as his own pathetic release dripped down his fingers.
And his father?
Hongshik didnât even flinch.
He just groanedâlow, rough, satisfiedâhips rolling forward slightly to feed more of his leaking cock into Jihyoâs eager mouth. His hand stayed fisted in her long black hair, not forcing, just guidingâletting her worship at her own desperate pace. More pre-cum spurted outâthick, creamy pulsesâright onto her waiting tongue. She moaned louder, eyes fluttering shut in bliss, swallowing every drop like it was holy nectar.
âFuck⌠baby⌠drink it all⌠thatâs it⌠take every drop Appa gives youâŚâ
Jihyo whimpered in responseâhigh, needy, filthyâher tongue never stopping, lips never leaving the fat head. She sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, pulling more pre-cum out of him while her heavy tits swayed beneath her, nipples brushing his thighs, leaving shiny trails of her own drool and his leaking mess.
Minwooâs balls achedâalready spent twiceâbut his cock stayed hard, twitching in his hand, because he couldnât look away from the sight of JihyoâTwiceâs goddess, his brotherâs girlfriendâcompletely owned by his fatherâs massive, unrelenting cock.
She was made for this.
Made to be plowed.
Made to be bred.
Jihyo opened her mouth widerâjaw aching alreadyâand took more of Hongshikâs monster cock inside.
The fat head pushed past her lips, stretching them taut around its girth, the veiny shaft sliding over her tongue like hot velvet steel. She cushioned the thick underside with the flat of her tongue, feeling every bulging ridge drag slowly across her taste buds as inch after thick inch disappeared into her warm, wet mouth. Her cheeks hollowed, lips sealed tight, saliva pooling instantly and dripping down the corners of her mouth in shiny strings. She moaned around himâlow, muffled, vibrating straight through his cockâand the sound made his hips jerk forward, feeding her another inch.
She could barely breathe.
But she didnât care.
She wanted it deeper.
She needed it deeper.
At the same time, Hongshikâs big hands clamped around her waistârough palms digging into the soft dip above her hips, holding her down like he owned every inch of her. He pulled her pussy harder against his face, nose buried in her slick folds, tongue spearing deep into her dripping core.
He ate her out like a starving man.
His tongue was thick, hot, and relentlessâplunging inside her, curling upward to lap at her sensitive walls, tracing every fluttering ridge, every slick crease. He fucked her with itâslow, deep thrustsâthen flattened it to drag in long, filthy strokes from her entrance up to her swollen clit. When he reached the little nub, he sucked it into his mouthâhardâtongue flicking the tip rapidly while his lips sealed around it, pulling, tugging, milking it until her whole body seized.
Jihyoâs hips shuddered violentlyâtrying to buck away from the overwhelming pleasure, trying to grind down harder for moreâall at once. But his iron grip on her waist kept her pinned, forced her to take every brutal lick, every deep thrust of his tongue, every suck on her clit. She could feel him invading herâhot, wet muscle stretching her open, lapping at her inner walls like he was trying to drink her dry. Her pussy clenched around his tongue, fluttering helplessly, gushing fresh slick straight onto his chin, down his throat.
She moaned louder around his cockâvibrations humming down his shaftâmaking him groan into her pussy, the sound rumbling through her clit like thunder.
His cock twitched hard inside her mouthâthick, angry pulses that made the veins bulge against her tongue. She felt it swell even bigger, the head bumping the back of her throat with every shallow bob of her head. Pre-cum leaked steadily nowâsalty, thick, coating her tongue, sliding down her throat. She swallowed around him, throat working, milking him for more, desperate to take every drop he gave her.
Hongshik growled against her cuntâvoice muffled, feral.
âThatâs it, baby⌠choke on Appaâs cock while I eat this greedy little pussy⌠feel how deep my tongue is inside you? Gonna make you squirt all over my face againâŚâ
Jihyoâs hips tried to jerk againâshuddering, shakingâbut his hands held her down mercilessly, forcing her to take the relentless assault. His tongue curled harder, rubbing that spot deep inside that made stars explode behind her eyes. Her thighs trembled, ass clenching, pussy spasming around his invading tongue as another wave of slick poured out.
She sucked harder on his cockâdesperate, sloppyâlips stretched wide, tongue swirling around the head, cheeks hollowing as she tried to take more, more, more. Drool spilled from her mouth, running down his shaft, soaking his balls. Her heavy tits bounced beneath her with every bob of her head, nipples scraping his thighs, sending fresh sparks straight to her clit.
Minwoo watchedâfrozen, hand still stroking his own leaking cockâseeing his girlfriendâs perfect idol face stretched around his fatherâs massive dick while her dripping pussy was devoured like a feast.
She was breaking again.
Jihyo took half of that monster cock into her mouth in one slow, greedy slide.
Her lips stretched obscenely wide around the thick shaftâcheeks hollowing as she forced herself down, inch after fat, veiny inch disappearing past her glossy lips. The head bumped the back of her throat, and she paused thereâfrozen, eyes watering, throat fluttering around himâgiving herself a desperate second to breathe, to adjust, to feel how full she already was.
Saliva poured out of her instantlyâhot, messy, and unstoppable.
It spilled from the corners of her stretched mouth in thick, shiny strings, dripping down the veiny length of his cock, coating every bulging ridge, and running in rivulets over his heavy balls. The whole shaft glistened nowâslick and wet and filthyâher drool mixing with his pre-cum until it looked like heâd already cum all over her pretty idol face.
She moaned around himâdeep, muffled, vibrating straight through his cockâand the sound made Hongshikâs hips jerk upward, feeding her another half inch.
âFuck⌠baby⌠look at you⌠drooling all over Appaâs big dick like a perfect little cocksleeveâŚâ
Jihyoâs eyes fluttered, tears gathering at the corners from the stretch, but she didnât pull off.
She couldnât.
She wouldnât.
She needed more.
She braced her hands on his thick thighsânails digging into the hard muscleâand pushed forward again.
More cock slid into her mouthâslow, relentlessâstretching her jaw wider, filling her until the fat head nudged the back of her throat again. Her tongue flattened along the underside, cushioning the pulsing vein, swirling around the ridges as she took him deeper. Saliva kept pouringâmessy, obsceneâdrenching his balls until they shone, dripping onto the sheets below in wet little splats.
Hongshik groanedâlow, rough, primalâand brought one big hand down on her ass.
Slap.
The sound cracked through the roomâsharp, filthyâhis palm connecting hard with the right cheek.
Jihyoâs whole body jolted.
Her ass jiggledâround, firm, creamy flesh rippling from the impact, a perfect red handprint blooming instantly on her pale skin.
She moanedâloud, broken, vibrating wildly around the thick cock stuffing her mouth.
The vibration shot straight through himâhis cock twitched hard inside her throat, swelling even thicker, pre-cum spurting in hot, heavy pulses right against the back of her tongue.
She loved it.
Loved how his cock jumped and throbbed inside her mouth every time she moaned. Loved how alive it feltâhot, pulsing, leakingâcompletely at her mercy even though she was the one choking on it.
Another slapâharderâleft cheek this time.
Crack.
Her ass jiggled again, flesh wobbling deliciously, the sting blooming into sweet heat that shot straight to her clit.
She moaned louderâmuffled, wet, desperateâaround his cock.
Hongshikâs dick twitched violently inside her mouthâonce, twiceâand another thick spurt of pre-cum flooded her tongue.
Jihyo swallowed greedily, throat working, milking him for every drop.
She pushed forward againâtaking even moreâlips stretched to their limit, saliva dripping in long strings from her chin onto his balls below. She could feel the head nudging her throat, the veins pulsing against her tongue, the sheer girth making her jaw ache in the best, filthiest way.
She wanted it all.
Every thick, veiny inch.
She wanted to choke on it until tears ran down her cheeks and her throat burned.
She wanted to prove she could take the cock that had ruined herâover and over and over.
And Hongshikâgray-haired, rough-handed, impossibly in controlâonly groaned again, hand tightening in her hair, the other slapping her jiggling ass once more.
Crack.
Jihyo moaned around himâlong, broken, vibratingâand took another inch.
Deeper.
Wetter.
Filthier.
Minwooâs world had shrunk to the narrow crack in the door and the obscene scene unfolding on the bed.
Jihyoâhis Jihyo, Twiceâs Jihyo, the woman heâd dreamed about for yearsâwas giving his father a blowjob like her life depended on it.
She had half the monster cock in her mouth alreadyâlips stretched obscenely wide, cheeks hollowed, saliva dripping in thick, shiny strings down the veiny shaft and onto his heavy balls. Her tongue was visible even from this angleâpink and wet, flattened along the underside, cushioning every ridge as she slowly worked more inside. She paused againâeyes watering, throat fluttering visibly around the thick intrusionâgiving herself a second to breathe, to adjust, to feel how full her mouth was.
Hongshik groaned low and rough, the sound rumbling through his chest and straight into her pussy, still hovering over his face.
Then she moved.
She started slowâachingly slow.
Her head bobbed in shallow, deliberate motionsâlips sliding up to the fat head, tongue swirling around the leaking slit to lap up the fresh pre-cum that welled up, then pushing back down, taking another inch, and stretching her jaw wider. Saliva poured out with every pullâmessy, wet, and filthyâcoating his cock until it shone, dripping onto his balls in long, sticky strands. She moaned around himâlow, vibrating moans that made his shaft twitch hard inside her mouth, with more pre-cum spurting onto her tongue.
Minwoo could see it all: the way her throat worked when she swallowed around him, the way her eyes fluttered shut in bliss every time another thick pulse hit the back of her tongue, the way her heavy tits swayed beneath her with each bob, nipples brushing his fatherâs thighs.
Hongshikâs response was immediateâhis groan muffled against her dripping pussy as he ate her out harder. His tongue plunged deep againâcurling, thrusting, lapping at her sensitive wallsâwhile his hands clamped tighter on her waist, holding her down so she couldnât escape the relentless assault. The vibration of his groan hummed straight through her clit, making her hips jerk, her pussy clenching, and another gush of slick dripping onto his waiting mouth.
Jihyo moaned louder around his cockâbroken, desperate, vibrating wildlyâand sped up.
She adjusted fastâjaw relaxing, throat opening, and greed taking over.
Her head moved faster nowâbobbing deeper, taking more of that thick, veiny length with every downward slide. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the roomâgluck, gluck, gluckâas she fucked her mouth on him, lips stretching to their limit, saliva pouring out in messy rivulets, soaking his balls completely. She hollowed her cheeks harder, tongue swirling around the shaft on every upstroke, sucking the fat head like it was the sweetest thing sheâd ever tasted.
Hongshik groaned againâlouder, rougherâhis tongue thrusting deeper into her pussy in retaliation, curling hard against that spot that made her whole body seize. His lips sealed around her clit, suckingâpullingâwhile his tongue flicked the swollen nub rapidly. Jihyoâs hips shuddered violently, ass clenching, pussy spasming around his invading tongue, but his iron grip kept her pinned, forcing her to take every brutal lick, every deep thrust.
She moaned around his cockâhigh, muffled, and desperateâthe vibration making him twitch harder inside her mouth. More pre-cum spurtedâthick, hot pulsesâflooding her tongue, sliding down her throat. She swallowed greedily, throat working, milking him for every drop while her head bobbed faster and deeper, taking almost three-quarters of that monster now.
Minwoo watchedâhand flying inside his jeansâseeing his dream girlâs perfect idol face stretched around his fatherâs massive dick, saliva dripping, tits bouncing, and pussy dripping onto his fatherâs chin while she moaned like a whore in heat.
Hongshikâs groans grew louder, vibrating against her clit, pushing her closer to the edge.
Jihyoâs pace turned franticâhead bobbing wildly now, lips stretched to breaking, throat taking him deeper with every downward thrust. She was choking herself on his cockâgagging softly, tears slipping down her cheeksâbut she didnât stop. She couldnât stop.
She needed it.
Needed to feel that thick, veiny beast in her mouth the way it owned her pussy.
And Hongshikâstill rock-hard, still leaking, still in complete controlâonly groaned louder, tongue fucking her harder, hands pinning her down as she shattered again.
Hongshikâs hands tightened on Jihyoâs waist like iron clamps, pinning her dripping pussy right against his hungry mouth. She was already shakingâthighs quivering, hips twitchingâbut he didnât let her escape even an inch. His tongue plunged back inside her soaked cuntâthick, hot, relentlessâcurling deep to rub that spongy spot that made her see stars. At the same instant, two thick fingers joined his tongue, sliding into her stretched entrance with a wet squelch, stretching her wider, filling her completely.
Jihyoâs whole body seized.
A raw, muffled scream vibrated around his cock as her mouth was stuffed fullâlips stretched obscenely, cheeks hollowed, drool pouring down his shaft in thick rivulets. The double invasion was brutal and perfect: his tongue thrusting and lapping at her walls, swirling over every sensitive ridge, while his fingers pumped deepâcurling, scissoring, rubbing her G-spot in merciless circles. The pressure built fastâtoo fastâher pussy clenching and fluttering around his fingers and tongue like it was trying to pull him deeper.
She bobbed her head harder on his cockâdesperate, sloppyâtaking more of the thick length with every downward plunge. Saliva spilled from her lips, soaking his balls completely, dripping onto the sheets in wet little splats. She sucked harderâcheeks hollowing, tongue swirling around the bulging veins, throat working to swallow around the fat head that nudged her tonsils. Every time she took him deeper, her moans vibrated through his shaft, making his cock twitch and spurt more pre-cum straight onto her tongue.
Hongshik growled into her pussyâthe sound rumbling straight through her clit like a vibrator.
He sucked her swollen nub into his mouthâhardâlips sealing tight, tongue flicking the tip rapidly while his fingers thrust faster, deeper, curling harder against her G-spot. His other hand slid up to grip one ass cheek, spreading her wider, giving his tongue better access to lap at her fluttering walls.
Jihyo shattered.
Her first squirt hit like a geyserâhot, forceful, spraying across Hongshikâs chin and cheeks in messy pulses. She screamed around his cockâmuffled, wet, desperateâbody convulsing, hips jerking against his hold. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers and tongue, spasming wildly, squirting again and againâclear, hot jets soaking his face, dripping down his neck, and pooling on the sheets beneath them.
She didnât stop sucking.
Even as her body bucked and shuddered through the orgasm, her head kept bobbingâfaster now, sloppierâlips stretched to their limit, throat taking him deeper with every thrust. She licked her own juices off his chin when she could reachâtongue darting out between bobs, tasting her own sweet-salty slick mixed with his pre-cum, moaning louder at the filthy combination.
Hongshik didnât let up.
His tongue kept thrustingâfucking her through the orgasmâwhile his fingers curled harder, rubbing that spot relentlessly. He sucked her clit againâpulling, tuggingâmilking another gush from her spasming cunt. Jihyoâs second squirt was even messierâspraying across his face in forceful arcs, dripping down his cheeks, and soaking his gray hair. Her body shuddered violentlyâback arching, tits bouncing wildly beneath her, thighs trembling so hard they nearly gave outâbut his grip held her down, forcing her to ride every wave.
She moanedâhigh, broken, vibrating around his cockâmaking him twitch and spurt more pre-cum straight down her throat. She swallowed greedilyâthroat working, milking himâwhile her own pussy kept squirting, kept clenching, kept flooding his mouth and fingers with her release.
Her third orgasm crashed through her almost immediatelyâno break, no mercy. Her hips jerked hard against his face, her pussy spasming so violently his fingers were squeezed tight inside her. Another hot jet of squirt sprayed across his chin, his lips, his tongueâdrenching him completely. Jihyoâs muffled screams turned into wet, gurgling moans around his cockâdrool and pre-cum spilling from her lips, dripping onto his balls in thick strings.
She was a shaking, squirting, babbling messâbody convulsing, pussy gushing, mouth stuffed full of cock, worshipping him even as he broke her again and again.
Hongshik groanedâdeep, satisfiedâtongue still lapping, fingers still thrusting, drinking every drop she gave him while his cock throbbed harder inside her throat.
And Jihyoâruined, owned, drippingâkept sucking, kept moaning, kept squirting, completely surrendered to the man who had turned her into this perfect, filthy, squirting idol slut.
Hongshikâs thick, muscular thighs suddenly flexedâhard, unyieldingâand clamped around Jihyoâs head like a vice.
In one brutal, possessive motion, he locked her in place, legs wrapping tight around her skull, heels digging into her upper back. Her beautiful face was trappedânose buried in his coarse gray pubes, lips stretched to breaking around the base of his monster cock, the fat head lodged deep in her throat.
Jihyoâs eyes flew wideâglassy, panicked, and lust-drunk all at once. Her hands flew to his thighs, nails digging into the hard muscle, but there was no escaping. She was pinned. Owned. Stuffed full.
A choked, wet gurgle escaped herâmuffled, desperateâas her throat spasmed around the thick intrusion. Saliva poured from her stretched lips in thick, messy ropes, bubbling around the base of his cock, dripping down his balls in shiny strings. Her tongue flattened helplessly against the underside, feeling every bulging vein pulse against it, every heartbeat throbbing deep in her gullet.
Hongshik groanedâlow, feral, triumphantâand pushed his legs down harder.
The motion forced her head lower, forcing every last inch of that girthy beast down her throat until her nose was mashed against his pubic bone. Her throat bulged visiblyâa thick, obscene outline of his cock stretching her neck from the inside, the fat head lodged so deep it distorted her elegant throat into a lewd, protruding bump.
Minwoo saw it all.
From the cracked door, he watched his brotherâs girlfriendâTwiceâs Jihyo, global idol, main vocalistâbeing face-fucked like a cheap whore. Her throat swelled with every brutal thrust, the bump sliding up and down as Hongshik used his legs to piston her head. Her eyes watered, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, mascara running in black rivulets. Drool and pre-cum bubbled from her lips, spilling over her chin, dripping onto her heavy, swaying tits below. She gaggedâwet, choking sounds muffled around the cock stuffing herâbut she didnât fight.
She couldnât.
Her hands clawed at his thighsânot to push away, but to hold onâas her body shuddered through the assault. Her pussyâstill dripping from earlierâclenched and leaked fresh slick down her thighs, pooling on the sheets beneath her knees. Every time Hongshik pushed her down, forcing his cock deeper, her throat convulsed, milking him, squeezing him like a hot, wet fist.
Hongshik growledâvoice rough, wreckedâhips rolling up to meet each downward pull of his legs.
âThatâs it⌠take it all, baby⌠choke on Appaâs big cock⌠let that throat stretch for meâŚâ
Jihyoâs gags turned into wet, gurgling moansâvibrating wildly around his shaft, making him twitch and spurt more pre-cum straight down her gullet. She swallowed reflexivelyâthroat working visibly around the bulgeâmilking him, drinking him, completely surrendered. Her eyes rolled back slightly, lashes fluttering, tears streaming, but her hips kept rockingâgrinding her soaked pussy against nothing, chasing friction even as her throat was ruthlessly fucked.
Minwooâs hand flew faster inside his jeansâshameful, helplessâwatching the obscene bump in her throat slide up and down, watching her choke and spit and drool all over his fatherâs thick cock. He could see the outline clearlyâevery ridge, every veinâstretching her elegant neck into something pornographic, something ruined.
Jihyo was being face-fuckedâhard, deep, mercilesslyâand she was loving it.
Her body shudderedâonce, twiceâpussy clenching hard as another small squirt leaked out, dripping onto the sheets. Her moans turned into choked, gurgling pleas around the cock stuffing her throatâmuffled, broken, and worshipful.
She was breaking again.
And Minwooâcumming silently in his pants for the third timeâcould only watch as his brotherâs perfect girlfriend was turned into a drooling, choking, throat-stuffed mess by his own fatherâs massive, unrelenting cock.
Hongshikâs thighs clamped tighter around Jihyoâs head, heels digging into her back like steel bars, locking her in place with no mercy, no escape. His hips snapped upward in short, brutal thrustsâfucking her face with ruthless rhythm, the fat head of his cock bullying past her tonsils and deep into her throat over and over. The obscene bulge in her elegant neck slid up and down visibly with every plungeâstretching her throat into a lewd, protruding outline that Minwoo could see clearly from the cracked door.
Jihyo chokedâwet, gurgling gags muffled around the thick shaft stuffing her mouth. Saliva bubbled from her stretched lips in thick, messy ropes, spilling down his balls in shiny rivers, dripping onto the sheets in wet splats. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, mascara running in black streaks, but her eyes stayed glassy with lust, pupils blown wide, completely surrendered. Her hands clawed at his thighsânot pushing away, but gripping, holding on for dear life as he used her throat like a tight, wet sleeve.
Hongshik groanedâa deep, animal voice wrecked with pleasure.
âFuck⌠take it, baby⌠choke on Appaâs cock⌠milk me with that pretty throatâŚâ
He thrust harderâfasterâhips rolling up to bury himself to the root every time. Jihyoâs nose mashed against his pubic bone with each deep plunge, pubes tickling her nostrils. the musky scent of him was overwhelming her senses. Her throat convulsed around himâspasming, squeezing, and swallowing reflexivelyâmilking his cock like it was trying to pull every drop out of him.
Minwoo watchedâfrozen, hand still wrapped around his own leaking dickâseeing his brotherâs girlfriendâs throat bulge and ripple with the shape of his fatherâs massive cock. The sight was obscene, impossible, and devastating. Jihyoâperfect, untouchable Jihyoâwas being face-fucked like a cheap whore, drool and pre-cum bubbling from her lips, tears streaming, body shuddering with every brutal thrust.
Hongshikâs groans grew louderârougherâhis thighs trembling now, muscles flexing around her head as his balls drew up tight.
âGonna cum⌠fuck⌠gonna fill that pretty mouth⌠swallow it all, baby⌠every fucking dropâŚâ
Jihyo moanedâhigh, muffled, vibrating wildly around his cockâher own pussy clenching hard, dripping fresh slick down her thighs even as her throat was ruthlessly used.
Then Hongshik thrust one last timeâdeep, hard, burying himself to the hiltâand came.
His cock pulsed violently inside her throatâthick, hot ropes of cum erupting straight down her gullet in powerful jets. Minwoo could see itâthe moment it happened. Jihyoâs throat worked visiblyâgulping, swallowing, the bulge in her neck pulsing with each thick spurt as she drank him down. She gulped again and againâdesperate, greedy swallowsâher throat bobbing rapidly, milking every last drop from his twitching cock. Cum overflowed anywayâthick white cream leaking from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping down her chin in messy strings, and splattering onto her swaying tits below.
Hongshik groanedâlong, low, and satisfiedâhips jerking with each pulse, feeding her more until he finally emptied himself completely.
Only then did he release her.
His thighs loosened, legs falling away from her head. Jihyo pulled off his cock with a wet, obscene popâgasping, coughing, and pantingâthick strands of cum and saliva connecting her swollen lips to the glistening head. She slumped sidewaysâweak, sweaty, and tremblingâcollapsing onto the bed beside him, body spread-eagled, completely spent.
Her chest heavedâbreasts rising and falling rapidly, nipples still dark red and swollen, glistening with sweat and stray drops of cum. Her toned stomach quivered, abs flexing with each ragged breath. Between her creamy thighs, her pussy lips twitched visiblyâpuffy, dark pink, still leaking slick in slow, lazy pulses that trailed down her inner thighs and soaked the sheets beneath her ass. Sweat rolled down her body in shining rivuletsâacross her collarbones, between her breasts, over the soft curve of her stomachâmaking her skin glow under the bedroom lamp.
She coughed onceâwet and hoarseâthen panted, huffing for air, flushed from her hairline to her chest. Her long black hair stuck to her sweaty cheeks and neck, framing her wrecked, beautiful face.
She turned her head weakly toward Hongshik, her voice cracked and trembling with awe.
âAppa⌠that⌠that was so goodâŚâ she whispered, words slurring with exhaustion and bliss. âMy orgasm⌠felt so fucking good⌠your tongue⌠your fingers⌠I squirted so much⌠and your cum⌠so thick⌠so delicious⌠I drank it all⌠every drop⌠I love your cum⌠love how full it makes me feelâŚâ
She reached out a shaky hand, trailing her fingers along his still-hard cockâstill twitching, still leaking the last dropsâsmiling dazedly, completely broken and completely owned.
Hongshik chuckledâlow, dark, satisfiedâreaching over to stroke her sweat-damp hair.
âGood girl,â he murmured. âYou took it all so well⌠my perfect little idol cumslut.â
Jihyo whimpered softlyâher body twitching again, her pussy lips flutteringâas another small aftershock rippled through her.
Minwoo stood frozen in the doorwayâhand still wrapped around his spent cockâwatching his brotherâs girlfriend lie there, sweaty, weak, coughing and panting, body spread and trembling, praising his father like he was a god.
And in that moment, Minwoo knewâdeep in his gut, in the sick twist of jealousy and arousalâthat Jihyo was gone.
Minwoo finally peeled himself away from the cracked door, legs shaky and weak, his boxers soaked and sticky with his own shame. The hallway felt colder now, the house quieter, but his ears still rang with the wet, filthy sounds of Jihyoâs choking moans and his fatherâs low growls. His cockâspent three times alreadyâtwitched uselessly in his pants, raw and sensitive, but the ache in his chest was worse. He stumbled back toward his room on numb feet, each step heavy with the weight of what heâd just witnessed.
He didnât go far.
He left his door open just a sliverâenough to hear, enough to know. He sank onto the edge of his bed, head in his hands, breathing hard. The images wouldnât leave him: Jihyoâs throat bulging around his fatherâs thick cock, her tears streaming, her pussy dripping while she swallowed load after load like it was her only purpose. Sheâd looked so broken, so completely owned. And sheâd loved it. Loved every second of being ruined by the old man whoâd raised him.
The house settled into an uneasy silence. Minutes draggedâmaybe ten, maybe twentyâuntil he heard movement again.
Soft footsteps. Bare feet on hardwood.
Jihyo emerged from the master bedroom, walking like sheâd forgotten how legs worked.
She was tremblingâfull-body shivers that made her heavy tits jiggle with every unsteady step. Her long black hair was damp and tangled, clinging to her sweat-slicked shoulders and back. Sheâd clearly tried to clean up in the bathroom: her face was freshly washed, mascara smudges gone, but her skin still glowed with that post-orgasm flushâcheeks pink, chest blotchy red, nipples dark and swollen. Her thighs rubbed together as she walked, slick with her own juices and probably some of his fatherâs cum that had leaked out after heâd finished in her mouth. Every few steps, her knees buckled slightly, forcing her to grab the wall for support. She looked wreckedâbeautifully, thoroughly wreckedâand Minwooâs spent cock gave one last pathetic twitch at the sight.
She didnât notice him watching from the dark doorway. She just shuffled toward the guest bathroom down the hall, weak legs shaking, one hand braced on the wall, the other pressed low on her stomach, as she could still feel the stretch of that massive cock inside her.
Minwooâs throat tightened.
Thenâmovement from the master bedroom.
Hongshik slipped out quietly, shirt still unbuttoned, cock tucked back into his boxers but still half-hard, the front dark with Jihyoâs spit and his own cum. He glanced down the hallway, saw Jihyoâs shaky retreat toward the bathroom, and let a slow, satisfied smirk curl his lips. He adjusted himself onceâcasual, possessiveâthen padded barefoot toward the living room, probably to check if Minwoo was still âasleepâ downstairs.
Minwoo stayed frozen in his doorway, heart pounding.
He was sure nowâbone-deep certainâthat this was only the beginning.
His father wasnât done with her. Not even close.
And Jihyoâshivering, trembling, barely able to walkâwas already ruined for anyone else. Sheâd come back from that bathroom still flushed, still leaking, and still aching, and sheâd crawl right back into that bed. Sheâd spread her legs for that old cock again. Sheâd moan his fatherâs name again. Sheâd squirt and choke and beg again.
Throughout his entire stay hereâat his own childhood homeâMinwoo would hear it. See it. Feel it.
Every night.
Every stolen moment.
Every time Jihyo thought no one was watching.
Heâd watch.
Heâd listen.
And heâd hate himself for how hard it made him.
Because the goddess he lovedâthe woman he thought was hisâhad already been claimed.
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