Since you have a mark of asmodeus does that imply there are other makes corespondent to the other demon lords for example the mark of Lucifer being pride related?
No, it's ok. I only intend to write the mark of Asmodeus here as a sole concept so no, there are no other marks.
Time in Eros’s realm doesn’t exactly work right. It doesn’t move forward, backward or sidewards. It just…kind of vibes. And the fact that the scenery is constantly shifting beyond the skyscraper’s glass walls makes it even harder to pinpoint which point of time you are in.
One moment, you are staring at the Amazon forest under the scorching sun. Another, you are blessed with the view of the Eiffel Tower under silvery moonlight. It was like living in the world’s weirdest screensaver.
You have given up trying to keep track of time. Because what’s the point? It’s not like you have a deadline to submit your work like in the past. No, you are not even a writer anymore. That’s your old job.
Today, you are halfway through trying to count how many times the view beyond the glass has changed when Eros drifts in - literally drifts in - like a smug balloon. He was wearing a white tunic today, looking the absolute picture of innocence. But you know better.
“Do you know what day it almost is?” Eros asks, voice melodramatic as usual.
You squint. “I don’t exactly have a calendar in here, do I?”
Eros smirks, as if this is the answer he was waiting for all along. “Halloween.”
You blink. “You mean the mortal one? Candy, costumes, fake blood, that Halloween?”
“The very same,” Eros says, spinning lazily in midair. “Mortals pretending to be monsters for fun. I can respect that level of delusion.”
As if gods aren’t delusional cosplaying idols, you think. But you hold your tongue.
“Right,” you mutter. “And you are telling me this because…?”
“Because,” Eros says, dropping gracefully to the floor like he has rehearsed it, “I’ve decided we are celebrating it here. A masquerade. Grand, mysterious, full of beautiful creatures whose identities are hidden.” He gestured with both hands, and for a second, the air shimmered with light - chandeliers, laughter, swirling masks, the whole deal. Then it vanishes again.
You give him the most unimpressed look you can manage. “So basically, an ego party.”
Eros smiles like that was a compliment. “Exactly. You’re learning.”
You rub your temple. “And what’s my role in this little divine costume ball? Steal someone’s mask, perhaps?”
Eros walks closer, eyes glinting with that too charming to be trustworthy kind of look. “No,” he shrugs off your sarcasm. “You’ll see. But I’d suggest you rest before the festivities. You’ll have…tasks.”
Of course. What do you expect? Very unlike Eros to let you have fun without an added side quest.
“Tasks,” you repeated. “Does it involve me getting eaten by some goddess?”
Eros laughs. “Oh, mortal. You make it sound like a punishment. Think of it as a quest - with delightful rewards.”
“Sure,” you reply, eager to end this conversation.
“See you then.” Eros walks out, the tunic fluttering at the edge as if he’s riding on an invisible cloud. Before exiting your room, he pauses at the doorway and turns his head.
“I will send you a nice suit. Don’t want you embarrassing me in front of my divine guests.”
And with that, he’s gone.
You groan, flopping back on the bed.
Great. A halloween party hosted by a narcissist god of love.
What could possibly go wrong?
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Steam still clings to your skin as you step out of the bathroom, a towel hanging loosely around your shoulders. If you have to choose one thing among everything Eros has given you that makes this apostle job worth it, it’s the bathroom. It sounds silly but this thing literally has everything a bathroom can have - a tub big enough to swim laps in, a glass sauna with a hundred different settings, even the shower has like ten different modes.
The day you have dreaded finally arrived and you are hoping to get five peaceful minutes before whatever Eros had planned kicked off.
But of course, your wishes never come true.
Then came the knock. Three sharp, deliberate taps.
You sigh, ruffling your damp hair. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming -”
When you open the door, whatever words you were about to say just…dies.
Kazuha stands there, framed by the soft, dim light in the circular hallway. Her usual battle-ready gear is gone. Instead, she wears a milky white gown that shimmers like a calm ocean under moonlight - subtle, elegant and entirely unfair to anyone with a heartbeat. A silver chain wrapped loosely around her neck, and her hair flows freely over her shoulders.
You blink. Once. Twice.
Breathing suddenly feels optional.
She tilts her head, eyes flicking up at you with the razor-sharp calm she always had. “You are staring,” she says dryly.
“Right,” you cough, trying to recover your dignity. “Just…wasn’t expecting you to see in a dress this fancy.”
A tiny smirk ghosts across her lips, but she doesn’t answer. Instead, she hands you something - a neatly folded black suit, sharp and clean, with a faint sheen like starlight caught in fabric. It looks tailor-made, probably because Eros doesn’t do off-the-rack. Draped over the suit is a sleek masquerade mask: dark silver, the kind that covers half of your face, with engravings of wings curling from edges.
“Put this on,” Kazuha says, turning slightly, her tone as curt as ever. “And when you’re done, step outside. We’ll be waiting for you in the doorway.”
You look down at the clothes, then back at her. “Doorway? But there’s like a hundred of them.”
She gives you a look that could cut marble. “You’ll see.”
And just like that, she turns and walks away, her dress whispering across the marble floor.
You stare at the mask in your hand. The silver seems to pulse faintly, like it’s alive.
But there’s no backing out now, so you slip into the suit, which fits you a little too perfectly and makes you wonder how Eros gets his hands on your measurements. On second thought, he probably even has your birth certificate.
You fix the mask over your face, shove your phone into your pocket (Because who knows? Perhaps you will get some godly contact information) and step out into the circular hallway. The statue of Eros stands in the middle, marble wings spread wide and looking even more smug tonight. It always makes you want to punch him square in his perfect nose.
Dozens of doors line the walls, each leading who knows where, and for a moment you wonder if this is another one of Eros’s tests - find the right door before your sanity runs out. You are contemplating if you should start by opening the door that looks like it contains an otherworldly monstrosity when Eros’s voice cuts through the silence.
“Over here.”
He’s standing by one of the doors to your right - a grand one that looks like it’s curved out of the Milky Way itself, stars glittering across its surface like trapped constellations. Eros is dressed for the occasion too, wearing a dark suit that looks almost similar to yours, except this one sparkles. His usual golden hair has turned jet-black, and with that silver mask hiding half his face, he looks… well, unusually gentlemanly. Kazuha stands by his side, looking stoic as usual.
Eros gives you a once-over, that irritatingly approving grin tugging at his lips. “Not bad,” he says, circling you like a tailor inspecting his work. “You actually look like you belong among the divine tonight. I’d say you clean up nicely for a mortal.”
You mutter a thanks that sounds more like a threat, but Eros just waves it off. “Now, before we head in, let’s review the basics. You remember what I told you right? A masquerade. Every being worth knowing will be there - gods, demigods, spirits, creatures that think they are gods. It’s a night where the lines between worlds blur. Masks come off - well, figuratively.”
He pauses for dramatic effect, clearly savoring the suspense, but that mischievous twinkle in his eyes can’t be hidden. “But since you don’t really seem like a people’s person, I added a little challenge to make things…interesting for you.”
You narrow your eyes, already fearing his next words. “What kind of challenge?”
Eros turns to Kazuha, who’s been silently watching like she’s already tired of his theatrics. “Why don’t you show him?”
She steps closer, that calm expression of her giving nothing away. “Try taking off your mask,” she says simply.
You reach up, confused and try to take off the mask, but the moment your fingers touch it, something resists. You pull harder, but it’s stuck, like it’s fused to your face. Panic prickles up your neck. “What the fuck-”
Eros throws his head back, laughing like a maniac. “See? I know it will be fun!”
You glare at him, still tugging at the mask. “Fun for who?”
“Calm down, will you?” Eros says, grinning like a cat who’s just pushed something expensive off a cupboard. “The mask won’t stick to your face forever. It’s enchanted. Once you’re at the party, it’ll give you instructions. Follow them and it should come off.”
“That’s supposed to make me feel better?” you snap.
He ignores you completely. “And you bring your phone right? Don’t forget to check it for notifications. The Ero app might help too.”
“Wait, what?” you start, but he’s already walking towards the starry door.
Literally through it.
In a heartbeat, he vanishes, the shimmering surface rippling for a moment before stilling again.
You stand there, dumbfounded, your protest dying halfway out of your mouth. “You’ve got to be kidding me…”
Kazuha sighs softly, before brushing a strand of hair from her face. “That’s your cue,” she says, voice low and steady. “Good luck, Michael.”
Before you can ask her what exactly you need luck for, she too disappears through the door, disturbing the stillness of the stars once again.
You stare at the glittering door, your pulse racing. Great. Alone again, no idea what’s waiting on the other side, wearing a suit that probably costs more than your soul and a mask you can’t take off.
“Damn it all,” you mutter under your breath before stepping through the door.
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When you emerge on the other side, you forget how to breathe for a moment.
The air smells faintly of smoke and something sweeter, like incense and perfume. The ceiling isn’t a ceiling at all but a stretch of swirling galaxies - nebulae folding into each other, constellations flickering in and out like blinking eyes. The floor beneath your feet glimmers like black glass, reflecting the cosmic glow above.
Around you, the masquerade is in full swing. Figures move in elegant, dream-like rhythms - some humans, others most definitely not. A woman with scales like onyx laughs beside a man whose mask seems to melt and reform with every word. A cluster of winged beings sips from cups that shimmer like molten gold. You can feel their power like static in the air, crawling over your skin, prickling your neck. And Eros and Kazuha are nowhere to be found.
You’ve never felt more out of place in your life.
Not sure what to do, or where to begin, you decide to just…move. Maybe walking will make you look like you belong.
You weave through the crowd, trying not to bump into anyone who might accidentally vaporize you for fun. Eventually, you find a bar carved out of what looks like obsidian. Behind it, bottles glow in every color imaginable. You don’t see a bartender but you do see a guy sitting alone on a stool, staring into his glass like it holds the meaning of life.
He doesn’t blink. He doesn’t move. He’s just…staring.
You’re debating whether to check if he’s even alive when a hand lands lightly on your shoulder, almost making you jolt.
“Don’t bother,” a calm, amused voice whispers beside your ear. “It seems like Narcissus is at it again.”
You turn, half-expecting Eros but instead you’re met with someone who looks like he walks straight out of a museum exhibit labelled “Peak Greek Aesthetic."
This guy is tall - no, massive - with the kind of build that makes marble statues look like cheap knockoffs. His blond hair glows faintly, like sunlight caught in motion, and his white suit fits him perfectly, highlighting every impossible muscle. Unlike everyone else here, he isn’t wearing a mask.
He grins at you, flashing teeth so white they could probably blind a mortal on a sunny day. “Tell me,” he says, nodding toward the still, mirror gazing figure at the bar. “Do you think the guy ever jerks off to himself?”
Your brain stalls. Of all the possible openings for divine small talks, that wasn’t on your bingo card. You make some sort of noise - half laugh, half wheeze - while your mortal brain scrambles for a safe response.
Before you can decide between run or fake laugh and nod, the dude lets out a hearty laugh of his own.
“Ah, forgive me,” he says, placing a hand on his chest like a performer taking a bow. “How rude of me not to introduce myself first.”
He straightens, his grin widening into something both dazzling and dangerous.
“I’m Apollo,” he says grandly, as if the room should stop to applaud. “God of the sun, music, and prophecy. Also -” he winks, “- the most handsome of all the gods.”
You’re still scrambling for a polite response, one that wouldn’t end up with him setting you on fire when Apollo speaks once again.
“It’s fine,” he says, flashing that too perfect smile again. “You don’t have to tell me who you are. It’s Halloween. No one wants to be remembered after doing something stupid tonight, right? All those masks. Well…excpet me, I like flaunting my handsome face.”
He throws an arm around your shoulder like you’ve been best friends since ancient Greece and steers you deeper into the masquerade. His touch radiates warmth - literal warmth, like you’re standing next to a campfire that somehow smells like expensive cologne.
Not wanting to offend the literal god of the sun, you let yourself dragged away, hoping he would get bored with you soon enough. You pass through the crowded hall until it opens up into what can only be described as a miracle of divine interior design. The floor is a moving river, glassy and blue, currents flowing beneath your feet. On both sides, waterfalls, pour down marble walls without a single splash hitting you. When you take a cautious step, wishing not to drown, the water feels springy, like walking on a giant waterbed.
“Pretty, right?” Apollo says, gazing around like a child at Disneyland. “Anyway, I’m collecting signatures.”
You blink. “For what?”
He beams, pulling a scroll out of thin air like a cool party trick. “A petition to open a karaoke bar on Olympus.”
You stare. “A…karaoke bar?”
“Think about it!” he insists, slapping the parchment against your chest. “Gods, demigods, immortals - everyone gets a chance to belt their hearts out. ‘Sing like a mortal,’ I call it. Hera says it’s ‘undignified,’ Ares threatened to punch me, and my dad…well, it's best not to talk about the big man here. But I’m not giving up.”
You try your best not to laugh but an awkward chuckle slips out of your mouth. And Apollo grins like that’s the approval he needs from you.
“So what do you say?” he asks, leaning in conspiratorially. “You sign, and I’lll owe you one. A prophecy, free drinks, or maybe even a demo version of my new song. Perks, my friend. Perks.”
You stand there, smiling awkwardly because, honestly, what is the right response when a god of impossible beauty and arrogance asks for your signature to open a “Divine Karaoke Lounge” on Olympus?
Before you can figure it out, a sharp hiss cut through the chatter. You freeze. Then comes a voice - smooth, feminine, carrying the echoes of waves crashing against cliffs.
“The sea remembers.”
A chill races down your spine. Your phone chimes a second later. No doubt a message from the Ero app.
Heart thudding, you fumble for an excuse. “Uh– Apollo, right? I,um, need to go to the restroom.” You’re not even sure if gods have restrooms, but at this point, you’d dive into one just to escape. Without waiting for a reply, you slip away into the crowd, leaving Apollo mid sentence and clutching his petition.
You don’t stop walking until Apollo’s golden head is swallowed by the crowd of masks and glitter. Only then do you let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Gods, that guy is exhausting, like staring into the sun while being hit with a motivational speech.
You pull out your phone and glance down. The black heart icon of the Ero app glows faintly on the lockscreen with a new notification:
Clue#1 - The Goddess of the Sea
Without thinking further, you tap it open.
The screen lights up with shimmering blue waves before the sentences emerge.
“Follow the scent of salt and sorrow. Where the ocean hums beneath the floor, Thalassa waits.”
You stare at it, brow furrowed. Salt and sorrow? This place already smells like a million perfume bottles have been spilled. How are you supposed to find a sea goddess in a place like this?
You stare at the screen until the words blur and glance around. Sure, you are in a hall that looks like it has been curved from the ocean itself. But given how vast it is, it doesn’t exactly help. And you doubt it would be that easy to find her.
But then, you notice something. Beneath all the chatter and music, there’s a faint sound - low, constant, rhythmic. Like waves hitting a distant shore. You tilt your head, following it. Each step you take, the sound grows clearer.
The floor changes under your shoes - the flowing river morphing into something much more solid like wet glass. The air turns cooler, and there’s a breeze carrying that unmistakable tang of sea salt. You follow it down a dim corridor lined with mirrors that ripple like water whenever you pass.
At the end of the corridor, you find a door. It's carved from pale coral, veins of pearl tracing through it like lightning. From the other side comes the unmistakable hush of waves and a soothing melody.
Unless you are mistaken, beyond the door would lie the goddess of the sea.
“Here goes nothing,” you mutter and push open the door.
Inside, the scent of the sea is even stronger. The floor beneath you ripples gently, like standing on a calm sea. Up above, the sky shimmers with shifting colors, like the northern lights, painting the waves in green and violet. It would have been a view to die for if it wasn’t for the fact that it’s all inside a room.
Then your eyes land on something in the centre of the room - a massive oyster, its shell glistening with pearlescent light. Before you can even question reality, it creaks open. Slowly. Gracefully.
Out steps Yuqi of I-dle, or at least, someone who looks exactly like her. The dress she wears is blue, flowing and alive, like it’s made of water itself, rippling with each step. Her chestnut hair is done in an updo. Her eyes catch yours, sharp and amused.
“Took you long enough,” she muses, her voice as gentle as the ocean.
It takes you a moment to realize this is who you were looking for - the very goddess of the sea.
“How..how did you know I was coming?” Your voice comes out shaky and weak.
Yuqi tilts her head, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Eros informed me,” she says,her voice calm but carrying that underlying edge of power.
You groan inwardly. “Of course he did,” you mutter.
She glides closer, the hem of her water-like dress brushing over the rippling floor. “And of course,” she continues. “I’m your first task. And I will test you.”
The word makes your stomach twist. Test? What kind of test? You can already feel your feet getting cold from the anticipation.
“The sea is wicked. But it rewards those who are patient.”
Yuqi steps towards you in slow, calculated steps until she’s inches away from your face. “Pull out your cock,” she asks.
You blink, unsure if you have heard her right. “Wha- what?”
“Pull out your cock,” she repeats. “We don’t have much time. You want to keep your face, don’t you?”
You don’t know what this is all about but you are not going to defy a goddess in a place of her own element. So you pull down your pants, which comes off easily. You wait there awkwardly, butt naked in a suit as Yuqi studies you.
“Mhmm good,” she says with a coy smile as she sinks to her knees. “Let’s get you up and going.”
She wraps her slender fingers around the shaft, stroking it slowly as she works you to full hardness. Her touch is electric, silky and smooth, which gets you growing to your full length in no time.
Usually, this would be when the mark of Asmodeus would emerge, in all its golden glamour. But this time, it’s dormant as ever. Is this another part of the quest?
Yuqi leans in closer, her warm breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. She extends her pink tongue, licking a slow, teasing path along the underside of your cock from base to tip. You shudder with pleasure at the wet, velvety sensation.
“Mmm, you taste so good,” Yuqi whispers, her lips brushing against your swollen head as she speaks. She licks you again, circling your glans with the tip of her tongue before giving it a playful flick. It elicits a shudder and a groan from deep in your throat.
Yuqi looks up at you through her long lashes with a coy smile, enjoying the effect she has on you. She gives you another teasing flick over your slit and your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction, but she holds you steady with her hand.
“Not so fast,” Yuqi mutters, before continuing the onslaught of her tongue.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity of torment, Yuqi finally takes pity on you. She parts her lips and slowly, torturously, takes you into the warm, wet heat of her mouth. Her tongue swirls around your shaft and slides down, taking as much of you into her throat as she can.
“Fuck-”
A moan escapes your lips, your hands fisting and messing up her perfectly done hair as she slurps and gags on your cock. She doesn’t seem to mind tho, because the goddess just keeps devouring your cock like a hungry slut. Her soft, wet tongue laps at your leaking precum, and each time she slides her lips back down, she takes you even deeper than before. The tight, slippery friction of her throat muscles feels incredible.
All the while, she maintains eye contact, as if challenging you not to come apart under her skillful ministration. Who knows a goddess can give head this good?
Her hand pumps your spit-slicked shaft in time with her bobbing head. The sight of the Chinese idol replica enthusiastically sucking your cock is driving you mad. You feel your climax slowly building, becoming harder to hold back with each bob of her head.
“Fuck, Yuqi. I’m gonna-”
And that’s when she releases you from her mouth, leaving your cock throbbing painfully. She looks up at you with a wicked gleam in her eyes before wiping the spit and precum on her lips with the back of her hand.
“This is the test, Michael. You must endure. Resist giving into finality. Think you can do that for me?”
Your brain is mush at this point, being denied your sweet release. But you manage a nod. Afterall, this is not about cumming down her throat. This is about keeping your face intact.
“Good,” she says and straightens up on her knees, smoothing out her dress. Then she starts pumping your spit-covered cock with her hands instead. Her soft palms and fingers slide expertly along your rigid length, squeezing and stroking you right to the edge again and again but always stopping at the last moment.
You try to diverge your attention, looking up at the colourful sky. But even this phenomenal view can’t distract you from the pleasure of Yuqi’s hand that just keeps building and building until you feel like something’s inside you is gonna break open.
Just when you feel like you are going to fail and live with a mask on forever, Yuqi suddenly stops.
“Congrats,” she says as she stands up. “You passed your first test.”
You blink, not quite understanding what she means. “What?”
“You endure,” she says it like a statement. You’re still catching your breath when her fingertips brush your cheek like a breeze over water. “I hope you can do the same in the next test.”
“I-”
Before you can protest, her form begins to shimmer. Her legs dissolve first, turning into streams that merge seamlessly with the rippling floor. Within seconds, the goddess is gone, only a faint trail of bubbles marking where she once stood, leaving you with blue balls.
For a moment, you contemplate if you should just jerk off and find the relief yourself. But again, you need your face back.
Suddenly a faint hiss ripples through the air, soft as silk tearing underwater. You freeze, scanning the room that now feels suddenly empty without Yuqi. Then the voice comes again, streaming into your ears like smoke.
“The flame beneath the silk…seek the one who wears no mask.
For truth cannot hide, even in a night of lies.”
Then comes the familiar chime. Your phone vibrates in your pocket.
You pull your pants up before taking it out. On the lockscreen, the Ero app flashes:
Quest Complete: The Goddess of the Sea
And below it:
Clue#2 - The Goddess of Truth
You tap the notification, and the screen bursts into a cascade of shimmering mirrors. They bends and fractures until a light flickers and a single line grows across the screen in elegant gold script:
“Aletheia’s grace is never diminished, even in her second self.”
Great. Another riddle. Can this night get any worse?
You step out of the room and retrace your way through the oceanic hall, the waves soft and pulsing against your feet like an organism. The air grows warmer the closer you get to the main hall, and when you emerge, the masquerade is still raging in full force. Laughter, music and the same smoky sweet smell fills the air.
One god is slumped over a table, his cheek pressed against a golden goblet as trails of flame curl lazily from his nostrils each time he exhales. Another guy has somehow managed to grow wings upside down, so they look more like an oversized wingsuit. You take it all in, trying to move quietly, when your eyes land on a familiar, gleaming figure - Apollo again, grinning ear to ear, pestering a guest with a glittering scorpion tail to sign his petition.
You immediately avert your gaze and turn back the way you have come. The last thing you need right now is for the sun god to see you and start another conversation about his Olympus Karaoke pre-order perks.
As you pass the bar again, you spot the same guy Apollo has called Narcissus, still there, of course. Except now, he’s staring into a tall mirror propped across from the counter, striking different poses like he’s auditioning for “Most Handsome Being Alive.” Yep. This guy definitely jerks off to himself.
But then something catches your eye - a flicker in the mirror behind him. There’s someone else there. A woman.
She’s seated a few stools down, legs crossed, wearing a yellow dress that glows faintly in the dark hall. Her posture is perfectly still, but her head tilts slightly, and for a second, it feels like her eyes are following you through the mirror.
You blink and glance away, trying to spot her in real life. And she is there, but now she’s wearing a mask. Smooth porcelain, painted gold around the edges.
You look at the mirror again, and she looks at you, bare-faced. That’s when you realize it’s no other than Asa, the Japanese member of BabyMonster. A perfect face for a goddess to wear.
The clue you have heard echoes in the back of your mind.
“Aletheia’s grace is never diminished, even in her second self.”
The second self would be her reflection.
“The flame beneath the silk…seek the one who wears no mask.”
And she’s not wearing a mask in it.
Before you can finish feeling proud for having it figured out, Asa slides off the stool with effortless grace, leaving Narcissus alone at the bar again. She doesn’t look back, but you know she wants you to follow.
And of course, you do.
Through the crowd, through the haze of divine perfume and drunk immortals, you keep your distance. Her every step seems to ripple through the air, blending it, softening it, like she’s walking through a dream. Then suddenly, she turns a corner into one of the darker sections of the hall.
You hesitate. The space ahead is pitch-black, like the shadows themselves are alive.
Asa takes one final step and vanishes into the darkness.
“Asa?” you call, your voice echoing faintly.
But you are only greeted with silence.
You swallow hard, then step into the darkness.
For an instant, you feel weightless - falling through a void that hums and shifts, pulling at your skin. It reminds you of the times the Ero app teleports you to Eros’s numerous Eroverses. Except that, this is more pleasant.
With a jolt, the darkness releases you. You stumble forward…and your reflection stumbles with you. No, plural. Your reflections.
All around you are mirrors - hundreds of them, stretching into infinity. Each one reflecting you at different angles, different expressions, some even out of sync. It’s a maze of glass and illusion.
And somewhere in the labyrinth, you hear Asa’s voice - soft, echoing, and impossible to pinpoint.
“Welcome, mortal…to the place where truth hides.”
“Where are you?” you call out, your voice bouncing off every surface and coming back at you from a hundred directions. “Asa?”
No answer. Only the sound of your footsteps against the mirrored floor, echoing endlessly. Then her voice drifts through the maze again, soft but commanding.
“I’m here. Everywhere. But tell me, mortal. Can you admit yourself?”
You stop, spinning slowly in place. Her reflection flickers across a dozen mirrors at once - her in the yellow dress, her smiling, her expression blank, her turning away. None of them real. Or maybe all of them are.
“What do you mean?” you ask, your voice trembling slightly. “Admit what?”
“Yourself,” she says, the words curling through the air like smoke. “The real self beneath the mask you wear. Show me who you are.”
You run a hand through your hair, staring at the reflections. In one, you’re still in your mask. In another, you lay, bloodied and bruised. In another, you’re smiling - that fake, practiced smile you give when you don’t understand what’s happening but pretend to.
You start moving, deeper into the labyrinth, the mirrors warping as you pass. Each corridor looks the same, endless and shimmering, but your reflection seems to follow a heartbeat out of sync.
“The truth,” her voice whispers again, closer now. “Strip away the lies. Admit it.”
You clench your fists. “Admit what?”
“That you’re scared,” she murmurs. “That you have no idea why you’re still alive. That you’ve been pretending to be a hero when all you ever wanted…was to survive.”
Her words hit you a bit too close to home. You want to shrug them off, pretend they are all lies, but they aren’t.
You’ve yearned for the luxury Eros dangled before you - the power, the sex, the chance to be something more than a mundane writer you were. You’ve worn the mark of Asmodeus like a crown, when in truth, it’s a collar. You’ve told yourself you’re fighting for survival, that you’re playing along until you find a way out. But that’s a lie, isn’t it?
You’ve been performing the hero act, the brave mortal standing up to gods. When all along, you were just doing what Eros wanted.
A lapdog dressed in mortal flesh.
You swallow hard. The words sit heavy in your throat before tumbling out.
“I’m not a hero,” you say quietly, staring into the countless versions of yourself staring back. “I’m just doing what I’m told. Because there’s no other option. I’m just Eros’s….slave.”
Your voice cracks on the last word.
The mirrors ripple like disturbed water, the reflections flickering out one by one until only one remains - Asa, standing in front of you. She cracks the faintest of smiles before stepping out of the mirror.
“There it is,” she whispers. “The truth.”
The hall glows brighter, the glass around you dissolving into mist.
“You deserved a reward.”
Suddenly you are pushed back by an invisible force, so that you are lying on your back. Even through the suit, you can feel the coldness of the glassy floor.
Asa strides towards you gracefully, taking her sweet time until she’s standing right in front of you. With a sultry smirk, she places one foot on your crotch, pressing your cock through your pants.
She begins moving her foot slowly, rubbing it back and forth over your rapidly growing erection. The friction of her sole grinding against you feels surprisingly good, even through the fabric. Each teasing stroke makes you harder and harder.
“My, my, what do we have here?” Asa purrs, applying more pressure as she feels your cock straining against her foot. “Poor baby, Yuqi leaves him with blue balls.”
You don’t know how she knows about Yuqi’s little test of endurance. But it's best not to question it.
So you just let out a half- groan half-moan in response, already lost to the sensation she’s evoking. Asa chuckles low in her throat, continuing to sensually massage you with her foot. She watches hungrily as you squirm beneath her like a helpless little toy.
Asa applies more pressure with her foot, just enough for you to really feel it but not quite to the point of pain. The added intensity has you throbbing almost painfully in your pants, so close to orgasm that you could have easily exploded right then and there.
But Asa has other ideas. She lifts her foot away, leaving you aching and frustrated. You watch as she repositions herself behind you, sitting so close now that your back is pressed against her chest. Soon, you feel her hands at your waist, tugging your pants down to expose your rock hard cock.
Then, Asa’s soft legs slide around you from behind, her smooth calves coming to rest on either side of your hips. She crosses her ankles, trapping your erect member between the silky skin of her feet.
“How does that feel?” Asa whispers, her breath hot in your ear as her feet start to move slowly up and down your length. “Do you like being at my mercy like this?”
“Ye- yes.” The words escape your throat before you can even think about them. That is to be expected from a goddess of truth, because that’s no lie. You want Asa to be pleased from pleasing you, be her boy toy, her plaything, whatever she wants you to be.
Asa’s soles glide up and down your rigid length as she whispers into your ear. “Look at you, so hard and throbbing for me. You love being teased like this, don’t you? Trapped between my pretty feet, desperate to cum but unable to do anything about it…”
She punctuates her words with little nibbles along the shell of your ear, her breath tickling your skin. The combination of sensation is driving you wild - the smooth rhythmic stroking of her feet, her dirty talk, the sharp nips that send jolts of pleasure-pain through you.
“Maybe I should keep you like this always,” Asa muses, flicking her tongue against your earlobe. “My own personal plaything to tease and deny as I please…would you like that? Being constantly hard and needy, allowed release only when I say you can?”
Her feet pick up the pace, pumping you faster as her whispers grow more graphic. You’re leaking copious amounts of precum now, your cock slicking her feet with slippery fluid as she jerks you off. It feels so fucking good, but you know you can’t last much longer.
Just as you’re about to explode, Asa abruptly stops her ministrations, pulling her feet away and leaving you achingly hard. She chuckles darkly at your pathetic whine of need, enjoying the way you tremble with the force of the orgasm you have been denied.
Shit, not this again.
“Aw, poor baby,” she coos mockingly. “Do you want to cum? Beg me for it.”
In your desperate, lust-addled state, you stutter out a reply. “P- please…” you manage to say. “Let me cum..”
“Good boy,” she finally purrs, deigning to reward your obedience. “Since you asked so nicely…”
She returns her feet to your throbbing cock, resuming her footjob. The feeling of her slick, pre-cum coated soles sliding against your oversensitive skin is enough to bring you back to the brink of climax.
“Cum for me baby,” Asa urges you on. “Paint those pretty feet in your cum.”
With a guttural curse, you finally erupt between Asa’s feet, spurt after spurt of pearly white cum shooting out in thick ropes to drench her skin in all its stickiness. A few stray drops landed on her legs. Through it all, she continues working your spasming cock with her feet, milking every drop from your balls as you shudder through the intensity of it all.
“Mmm, such a good boy,” Asa praises as she feels the warm wetness of your seed coating her feet. She keeps stroking until you are completely spent, your cock twitching with overstimulation in the mess of your cum.
Only then does she pull her feet away, lifting them up to admire the pearly strands of your release glistening on her skin. She hums approvingly at the sight, smirking down at you where you lie panting and debauched.
“Look what you did,” she tuts playfully, wriggling her cum-coated toes in front of your face. “Making my feet all messy…looks like Yuqi did quite a number on you.”
Then she stands, smoothing out her dress, which doesn’t do any help to restore her proper lady image with her cum covered feet.
“Good luck on your last test,” she murmurs. “I hope you get to keep that handsome face of yours. It would be a shame to lose it.”
Before you can respond, her form begins to crack - thin fractures running across her skin like glass under pressure, One by one, the cracks spread, splintering her into a thousand glittering shards.
Then -
Shatter.
A deafening sound like every mirror in the world breaking at once.
You flinch, shielding your face. When you lower your arms, Asa is gone.
You exhale shakily. Alone again.
Before you finish catching your breath, the hissing returns again, low and insistent, slithering into your ears. Then comes the whisper, low and clear:
“At the end of all reflections lies a choice. Two roads. You can play it safe. Or you can chase glory. But there’s a price to pay.”
A chill ripples down on your spine. Then, from the pocket of your pants, the Ero app chimes again. This time, you don’t even bother pulling up your pants to check the notification.
There’s another quest completion message:
Quest Complete: The Goddess of Truth
And below it:
Clue#3: The Goddess of Crossroads
You tap the notification open, and the screen flashes to life. But not with light. With flames.
Blue fire licks across the glass, dancing like it’s alive, casting ghostly reflections on your face. For a moment, you think the phone might melt in your hand. Then the flames twist together, shaping letters that burn slow and deliberate.
EXIT.
That’s it. No more riddles. No more hidden meaning. Just one single word pulsing faintly like a heartbeat.
You don’t know whether you should be glad or disappointed.
Exit.
But exit where? You glance around. The hall around you is an endless plain of white with no door in sight. Without the mirrors that once filled it up, the place feels eerily empty.
Wait. No. The place is not completely empty.
The mirror where Asa emerges from is still there. But it’s no longer smooth; the glass ripples and swirls like liquid mercury, forming a slow-turning vortex that hums softly, almost like it’s…breathing.
If there’s one thing you’ve learned from spending too long in Eros’s messed up playground, it’s that when you see a potential wormhole, you step in without a second thought and hope you don’t end up inside a whale.
So you do exactly that. You finally stand, putting your pants back on. One deep breath, one last glance at the shattered hall and you step through the swirling glass.
Darkness swallows you whole, weightless and cold. And you are falling again, just an endless pull downward until suddenly, everything stops. Your feet touch something solid.
A faint hum fills the air, and then a single light flickers to life above you, cutting through the black like a blade. Dust drifts in the beam. The room is small, circular, stone walls slick as if carved from shadows itself. And standing in front of you, half shrouded in darkness, is a figure cloaked in black, the hem of their robes brushing the floor. You can’t see a face, only the faint glimmer of three blue flames burning above their head, like a crown.
The figure doesn’t move, but their voice, soft and feminine, slides through the silence.
“Welcome, traveler,” she says. “You stand at the crossroads.”
You take a step back, eyes darting between the cloaked figure and the flickering flames above her head. Her presence presses against you like gravity - ancient and deadly.
“You’re…the goddess of crossroads?” you ask, your voice quieter than you meant it to be.
The figure tilts her head slightly. “I am Hecate,” she replies, her voice echoing in the close space. “And yes. I am your final test.”
She raises her hands, palms open towards the sky. The air trembles, and from the stone walls on either side of her, two doors materialize. They both look identical - mahogany with brass handles. For some reason, you can’t help but think none of them would be an ideal choice.
“This,” Hecate says it like a command, “is your choice.”
You stare at the two doors, identical in every way. Both are still, waiting. How are you supposed to choose? Follow your guts?
Before you can finish the thought, Hecate’s voice cuts through the air again. “Not random,” she says as if she can read your thoughts. “You must choose honestly.”
Her words hang heavy in the dim room. “One,” she continues, her gaze never leaving yours, “leads to freedom - your world, your old life, untouched by gods.” She lifts her other hand, palm open towards the second door. “The other leads to power. To Eros, and everything he promised you.”
You stand there frozen, your heart caught somewhere between your throat and your chest. Then, the air above the door to your left ripples, like heat rising off pavement. Then it solidifies into moving images - your old apartment, that cramped little space where you used to write until dawn. You see yourself hunched over a desk littered with coffee cups and half-filled notebooks. Then the screen shifts - you’re at a bar, laughing with your friends, someone clapping you on the back.
Another shift - you’re at a book signing, pen in hand, your smile tired but real as fans hand you copies of your work. You can almost hear the hum of voices, the shutter of a camera, the faint rush of pride.
For a moment, you can almost smell the paper again. Almost feel what it’s like to be you again - no marks, no gods, no chaos. Just Michael. Just…normal.
But the longer you stare, the hollower it feels, as if you’re watching a movie of someone else’s life.
Then the image fades, as quickly as they have come. A moment later, the air above the right door ignites with light, warmer, heavier. Scenes shimmer into existence - yourself sitting on a grand throne, a crown of gold and silver atop your head, idols - goddesses - at your feet, some faces achingly familiar, others completely new.
The scene shifts, and you are at a table laden with an endless feast, goblets brimming, laughter echoing around you. Another scene - your body bare, the mark of Asmodeus as bright as ever on your pelvis, enveloped in an aura of absolute power. You feel it before you even see it: authority, influence, the intoxicating pull of dominion.
It’s mesmerizing, frightening, and seductive all at once. Every fibre of you wants to step close, to claim what’s shown. But somewhere deep inside, a small, quiet voice reminds you of the simple, human life left behind. That is, if you even remember it at all.
You stare at the images until they too fade - confused, unsure, scared.
“Choose,” Hecate’s voice snaps you out of your trance. “Time is running out.”
You freeze, heart pounding, caught between two worlds. The left door will lead you back to what you once were - human, flawed but free. Life isn’t easy, but at least there’s no one telling you what to do. No one to send you on quests that bring you closer to the brink of death each time.
The right door won’t change anything. You will continue living your life as Ero’s apostle. But giving it up would mean you will lose the luxury, the power. And most of all, the chance to rail idols, even if they are not real - replicas, masks.
None of the choices feels right. None of them feels wrong.
But you must choose, don’t you? You have to make a decision to complete Eros’s little game.
You take a breath that feels too heavy to release. The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Then, you step forward slowly, your footsteps echoing like a heartbeat against the dark. Hecate doesn’t move as you pass by her. Though you can’t see her face, you can't help but think her eyes are following you.
You stop between the doors. They stand there, waiting for your decision. Each beckoning you silently to choose it. Your hand drifts, hesitates in the air. Then, almost as if your body moves before your mind does, your fingers wrap around the brass handle of the right door.
It’s warm. Alive. Tempting.
A bitter laugh slips out before you can stop it. Of course. After all this time, all the near deaths, all the divine manipulation - of course you’d choose this. You’re only human. And humans are creatures of greed. You don’t want to go back to scraping by, forgotten in a tiny apartment with a cracked ceiling and cold coffee. You’ve tasted power now. Luxury. Worship.
You tighten your grip on the handle.
There’s no way you’re going back to being a nobody.
So you push the door open, and step deeper into oblivion.
♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎
You blink, unsure of what you are seeing. The faint smell of wood, the king sized bed, and most of all, the view of some unknown city glowing with neon lights beyond the wall of glass.
You are back in your room.
You stand there for a long moment, staring at your own reflection in the glass. Is that it? Has Eros’s game finally ended? Your heart is still hammering, but the silence feels..final.
Then - chime.
The sound comes from your pocket, sharp and familiar, slicing through the quiet. You pull out your phone, and the glow of the screen lights up your face. The Ero app has a new notification waiting:
Quest Complete: The Goddess of Crossroads
Congratulations, Mortal. You can reclaim your face now.
Slowly, you reach up and touch your face. The mask - that damn thing that has stuck to your face like super glue - slides free now, like it’s been waiting for permission.
You hold it in your hand for a moment, watching how it seems to reflect the city lights down below, then set it down on the table. The air feels cooler without it, easier to breathe. You let out a shaky sigh - the real breath you’ve had in what feels like days.
“You made the right choice.”
You freeze. And slowly turn. Kazuha stands by the bed, the same white dress flowing around her like feathers. But something’s off. It’s in the way she’s smiling - too soft, too knowing - and the glimmer in her eyes.
“Kazuha?” you ask carefully.
She tilts her head, her lips curling into a smirk that’s nothing like the calm, stoic woman you know. “Figuratively speaking, yes,” she says. “But no, not the angel you know.”
Your pulse quickens.
“Hecate isn’t just the goddess of crossroads,” she continues, stepping closer. “She’s also the goddess of illusions. Every other being is bound to a single form. But me?” she gestures to herself. “I can be anyone.”
Your breath catches in your throat.
“Hecate?” you ask, the name tasting strange on your tongue.
“Correct,” she says, smiling faintly. And it’s Kazuha’s smile. But not really. Her tone carries something older, something that doesn’t belong to a girl in her twenties. “I have to say, I’m impressed. Your loyalty to Eros is unmatched.”
The words hit you like a slow-moving truck.
And then you realized.
Everything you have gone through tonight is never a quest to remove your mask. It’s a test of loyalty, of how much you can be trusted. Eros never plans to take you back to your old life. He simply tests you.
That’s what all of this is. A test.
You feel your chest tighten, but not with fear. Is it anger?
No. It’s disappointment.
“So that’s it?” you murmur. “All this was just a test of my loyalty?”
Kazuha’s - Hecate’s - eyes shimmer. “Absolutely,” she says softly. “And you pass it with flying colors.”
You are silent for a long moment. The sound of the city beyond the glass hums softly against the glass. Or maybe it’s just the throbbing in your head.
“So you know about the mark?” you ask, slowly.
Kazuha’s smile softens, or maybe it’s pity, it’s hard to tell. “Of course I do.”
You swallow. “So you-”
“I don’t interfere,” she cuts in gently. “I’m a watcher. I simply observe and offer choices. The gods can fight their battles, mingle in their dramas. But that’s none of my concern.”
You stare at her - Kazuha, Hecate or whatever she is now - trying to find something human in her face. But there’s only that look which couldn’t care less.
“So what now?” you ask.
She takes a step towards you, and you back away, almost on instinct. “Since you did so nicely on the test…,” her voice drawls to a whisper, “you deserve a reward.”
You blink. “I don’t understand.”
“Oh you do,” she says softly, taking a step closer. “You’ve been wanting to get into the pants of this particular angel for a long time. And you are frustrated because you couldn’t. All the goddesses you have railed succumb to your power. But this one is a tough nut to crack.”
She circles you until she’s standing right in front of you. “And I can give you a taste of what it’s like to finally..crack it.”
You don’t say anything. Because you don’t want her to know how right she is.
Then she moves quietly, closing the distance until the world seems to tilt. Her arms snake around your neck and she pulls you into a searing kiss. All reason and rationality fly out the window as you return the kiss with equal fervor, your hands moving to settle on her waist.
Her lips are soft and warm against yours, parting to allow her tongue to teasingly flick against your own. She tastes sweet, like strawberries and mint, and you let out a groan against her mouth as the kiss deepens.
Kazuha presses her body flush against you, her breasts crushing against your chest as your tongues dance and explore each other’s mouths. Your hands roam restlessly over her curves, sliding down to palm her pert ass and yank her even closer.
You’re not sure how long you stay locked together like that, but by the time you finally break apart for air, you’re panting harshly, forehead resting against hers as you try to catch your breath.
“How was that?” she asks coyly, already knowing the answer.
“It was…perfect,” you manage to rasp out, still dazed from the kiss.
Kazuha’s smile widens at your response, clearly pleased with the effect she has on you. “Glad you approve,” she purrs before leaning in and capturing your lips once more.
You return the kiss with an equal intensity, your tongue surging forward to tangle with hers as your hands slide back down to grip her waist. It seems to go on forever, all wet lips and clashing teeth, until you’re forced to come up for air again, chest heaving.
“Eros never told me you were a good kisser,” Kazuha says with a sigh. “Does it come with the mark?”
You let out a breathy chuckle. “No, it’s all mine.”
“Consider me impressed,” she said before backing away slowly to the bed. “Come on. We are not gonna make out all night.”
Kazuha lays down on the mattress with feline grace, her long hair spilling out around her as she gazes up at you with those fuck me eyes. “I’m all yours,” she purrs. “Come and claim your reward.”
You don’t need to be told twice. With eager hands, you quickly strip off your suit, tossing it carelessly aside. Hopefully, you don’t have to return the thing back to Eros.
Once your upper body is bare, you start to remove her dress, hooking your fingers into the hem before slowly pulling it up, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of creamy skin. When the garment is fully discarded, you pause to drink in the sight of her fully bare before you - she’s not wearing anything underneath, not even panties.
It makes you wonder, is the real Kazuha naked underneath the dress too?
The thoughts make your imagination run wild, and once again, your eyes rove hungrily over her naked body, taking in the high, full breasts topped with pink nipples drawn tight with arousal, the smooth planes of her stomach and down below…
“Like what you see?” Kazuha asks as she parts her thighs, exposing her glistening folds. She dips a finger into the slit, gathering the wetness before putting it back into her mouth. “Mhmm. Tastes angelic.”
You get rid of the rest of your clothing - taking off your pants to reveal your rock hard erection. Kazuha’s eyes land on your mamba, and a slow grin spreads across her lips.
“Reveal yourself,” she mutters.
At once, the mark of Asmodeus emerges on your pelvis - bright and powerful. Your veins are flooded with strength as the familiar aura of light envelopes you.
Kazuha lets out a low chuckle at your dumbfounded expression. “Another one of my tricks,” she mutters.
But you are too horny to wander farther. You don’t waste time closing the distance between you, the need to bury yourself inside her warmth greater than your need to breathe.
You settle yourself between her spread thighs, the tip of your cock nudging against her slick entrance. With a groan of pure relief, you slowly sink into her wet heat, feeling her silken walls flutter around you as they stretch to accommodate your girth. She moans wantonly as you push in, her back arching off the bed as you start to move in shallow thrusts.
But apparently, she likes it rough. “Harder,” she pants, her nails digging into your back. “Fuck me like you mean it. I’m not some fragile little angel.”
You oblige and snap your hips forward hard, slamming into her so deep that your pelvis crush against her clit. Kazuha keens high in her throat, writhing beneath you as you set a punishing pace, skin slapping loudly against skin with every deep, penetrating thrust.
“Uhh…fuck, just like that,” she babbles deliriously, working herself up to meet each snap of your hips. “Fuck me hard. Make me your bitch.”
Spurred on by her moans and pleas, you piston your hips even harder, your cock plunging into her dripping sheath over and over again - the wet slap of flesh echoing in the room.
You capture her lips in a searing kiss, silencing her breathy moans as you continue to pound into her relentlessly. Your tongue delves into the wet heat of her mouth, drinking in the taste of her wanton lust.
Suddenly, you pull out of the tight grip of her pussy with a squelch and flip her over onto her stomach in one swift motion. Kazuha yelps in surprise at the sudden manhandling, but quickly catches onto your intentions and pushes her ass up into the air invitingly.
She shoots a coy look over her shoulder at you, a smirk on her lips as she deliberately sways her hips from side to side, making her ass cheeks jiggle enticingly. “Is this what you wanna see?” she asks, spreading her thighs to give you an eyeful of her pink, glistening folds. “You wanna take me from behind like a bitch in heat?”
Her new pose - face down, ass up and legs spread wide to part her folds - reels you in. You palm the smooth globes of her ass roughly as you line yourself up with her entrance. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna be feeling it for days.”
“Is that a promise?” she asks, but you don't answer. Instead, you slam back into her to the hilt in one brutal thrust, wrenching a sharp cry from her throat as you stretch her walls to their limit. You don’t hold back, drawing back and plunging in over and over again.
“Ah, fuck - holy shit, it’s so fucking deep - unhh, yeah, drill my little cunt!” The goddess spit out a string of profanities as you pound into her with jackhammer thrusts. You hope the walls are thick enough to muffle the sounds. If not, you will never hear the end of it from Eros.
You reach out and wrap her long hair around your fist, pulling her head back into a makeshift ponytail as you use it as a handlebar. Her neck arches back at a sharp angle, baring the long line of her throat as you take her from behind.
Kazuha’s tongue lolls out of her mouth as she pants harshly, drool starting to trail from the corner of her lips as she succumbs to the pleasure.
“Ungh - y-you’re gonna make me…hnn…gonna make me cum!” she wails, her walls clenching even tighter around your pistoning cock. “Don’t stop - just like that - fuck me until I gush all over your big cock!”
With one particularly brutal thrust, you send her hurtling towards her orgasm. You feel her walls clamp down on your cock as she cums hard, her hips buckling wildly against yours. “Fuck - uhh, I’m cumming!” Kazuha screams, her curses turning into cries as her climax crushes over her.
You fuck her through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure until she has stopped trembling. Then, you pull out slowly, your rigid cock glistening with her juices.
Kazuha collapses onto her stomach limply, chest heaving for breath as you straddle her thighs. Your press her ass cheeks together, sandwiching your slick cock in between the push globes as you start to thrust, using her own cum as lubricant.
The tight clasp of her ass around your cock feels utterly sinful, the incredible friction delicious.
“Unhh…yeah, just like that,” Kazuha mewls weakly, still trembling from her orgasm. “Use my ass…fuck it until you cover me in your cum…”
You speed up your thrusts, rutting against her ass frantically as you chase your rapidly impending orgasm. It doesn’t take long for you to explode with the silky feel of her skin grinding against your cock.
With a jerk of your hips, you start to cum, thick ropes of viscous seed erupting from your throbbing cock to paint her ass and lower back in pearly streaks.
“Fuck,” you grunt, slowing your thrusts as you empty your balls over her. “There you go…”
Kazuha lets out a low moan, lying pliant and sated beneath you as you cover her with your seed. “Yesss…just like that,” she slurs dazedly. “So much cum…”
You continue to milk your cock until the last drops have been wrung out and the mark fades from your pelvis, draining its power and bringing it a tide of exhaustion. With a last look at her skin glistening with your sticky spent, you collapse onto the bed beside her, catching your breath.
A Halloween special chapter of Eroverse is coming tmr. Might have written even more than the mainline series chapters lol. I finally manage not to procrastinate this time.
Pretty sure it's been quite a while since i last yapped about your works so here it goes.
Just finished Eroverse 7 & 8 and Infinite Impossibilities 3 all within a couple days, and for Infinite Impossibilities, i guess there isn't much to say apart from i really enjoyed the rather shorter, pretty much a pure smut without any plot really but still the smut itself is really well executed.
Now eroverse, i don't think i've given you enough credit for it but really, the entire mythical gods - idol mixed sort of universe always feels so fresh to read. Like, the all different settings of places, islands, venues and so on, the pretty detailed description of the places and outfits and even the atmosphere etc. which always a huge plus for me who loves when writers pays extra attention to those small things, really adds up to the overall reading experiences and with every chapter, every new gods and places that comes along, everything always feels very fresh and new and that alone for me personally really makes the entire series just so fun to expect and to read, just purely on how different the entire settings are. And well, the smut don't need much to say though, with the help of some buildup and just the mythical settings alone already helps boosting it so much and not to mention with the little addition of some actual actions and some godly powers coming in here and there really always so fun to read, just how different, how there's a lot of magical stuff happening and yet it never really overpowers anything around it and just feels right to have. In short, just love how fresh and different this particular series always is. And also, pretty sure you said Eroverse 7 was the first time you tried multiple idols(?), If so, just want to say you did a damn good job on it.
Yeah, enough of the yapping. Thanks for the great pieces once again Ely. Take care 🫡
Tysm for your kind words, really. It's the readers' acknowledgments that keep the writers going so this really encourage me to keep writing. And take care too! 💗
At this point, you are pretty sure the universe is actively trying to kill you. Not just in the usual you’re a mortal in a world of gods and monsters kind of way, but in a very personal, very creative let’s see how much trauma a body can take before it gives up sort of way.
Your vision is slowly sharpening. The blurs twist into shapes, colors filling in like a painting retouching itself. You stir, wincing at the pain in your side, and blink against the light pouring from above. The ceiling is domed stone, moss creeping across it like lazy green fire. Vines curl along the archways. The air smells like salt and wild herbs and you can hear the faint tinkling of chimes somewhere outside. Through the open window, you catch a glimpse of cliffs and rolling hills, and beyond them, an endless, sparkling blue sea. The kind of sea that looks unreal. Dreamy. Dangerous.
You’re lying on a velvet draped chaise, not a bed, and you’ve definitely never owned furniture this dramatic in your life. And judging by its buttery touch that seems to dip into your skin, you are still bare and exposed. Wonderful.
When your eyes finally manage to focus, you see her.
Soft golden hair, eyes bright and doll-like, and of course, the tits. These tits.
Before you sit Jeon Somi, actual K-pop star and internet-breaking global icon. Wearing a flowing white tunic that does little to hide her plentiful cleavage, feet bare and casually slicing an apple with a blade that looks way too ancient to be decorative.
But of course, you already know the physical form of an idol is nothing but a facade. A mask to hide something older. Something ancient. Something that can probably take your life.
“You’re awake,” she says, voice sweet as honey. If she’s bothered by the fact that you are naked, she doesn’t show it. “I was starting to think you were just going to die here and save me the trouble.”
You sit up - immediately regret it - and rub the side of your head, wincing. “Where am I?”
She pops a slice of apple into her mouth and says casually, “Aeaea.”
You blink. “A…what?”
“Aeaea,” she repeats, slower this time, like that’s supposed to help. “You know. The island.”
You stare at her blankly.
She raises an eyebrow. “Wow. They really don’t teach kids anything these days.”
You mutter something under your breath and flop back onto the pillow, covering your face with your arm. You’re not sure what’s worse: the fact that a god tried to impale you not so long ago, or the fact that you apparently crash-landed on a place that sounds like a vowel salad.
You lie there for a while, letting the silence stretch, trying to process everything. The soft rustle of wind through the leaves, the occasional chirp of some distant bird, and the sound of her chewing are the only things grounding you. Your side still aches - badly - but at least you are not dead. Probably.
Eventually, you lift your head just enough to look at her again. She’s still sitting there, poised like she belongs in a painting. Still eating that stupid apple. You decide to go for the next hopefully helpful question.
“So…who are you?”
She tilts her head and laughs softly, like it’s a question she gets a lot and still finds amusing everytime. “You wouldn’t know anyway.”
You give her a tired look. “Try me.”
She flicks a bit of apple skin away and turns her gaze on you, the humour in her face sharpening just a little. “Circe.”
You blink. “Circe.”
“That’s what I said,” she replies smoothly, like she just didn’t drop a name that sounds like it belongs in an old epic poem. You squint, racking your brain for any piece of mythology you have read that might help you out even a tiny bit, but comes up short. “Right,” you mutter. “That’s cool. Totally helpful. Totally not terrifying.”
The slightest hint of a smile occupies her lips, as if amused by your obliviousness. “It’s a surprise, really. Someone with the mark of Asmodeus, yet so little knowledge about the world he stumbles into.”
Your blood turns cold. “You…you know about the mark?”
She raises one perfectly sculpted brow. “Everyone does. Or at least everyone who matters.
You swallow. “Great.”
“You really have no idea how famous you are. Do you?”
You blink. “Famous?”
She nods, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Fucking the brains out of three Amazons? Stealing Ares’ belt? You are lucky you haven’t got wanted posters all over Olympus.”
You blink again. Then, it hits you like a punch to the ribs.
The belt.
You sit up straighter. “Wait - Are’s belt. The one I nearly died for. Do I even make it out with it?”
Because honestly, after being flung across space and time by a furious war god, you’d assume it was either vaporized or lost somewhere along the way. The thought makes your stomach twist. After everything….to have lost it?
But Somi - Circe - just raises an eyebrow at you. “Worried you lost your little souvenir?”
“Did I?”
“Not really,” she says, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Relax. I’ve kept it safe.”
You stare at her, squinting. “Wait. You have it?”
She gives you a slow smile that’s not exactly reassuring. “That’s right. I just don’t leave powerful artifacts laying around for pick up.”
You want to feel relief. You really do. But you are not stupid. In this world of gods and monsters and whatever’s out there, no one can be trusted.
So you give her your best I believe you face. What else could you do?
Somi sets the blade on the table with a thud, having eaten her apple to the core. “Alright. Rest up. You look like you need a day or two of sleep.”
“Wait-”
But before you could call out, she’s already gone, exiting through the door and walking along a hallway. She leaves the door open so at least you know you are not imprisoned. Even if you are, you don’t have the strength to brew up an escape plan right now because you are too tired for that.
And before you know it, sleep claims your consciousness back to its dark, dreamy land.
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Are you awake?
No. Not really. You can feel the breeze brushing past your face, the rays of sun hot on your skin. But it’s eerily silent. No chirping birds. No chiming bells. This is not where you have fallen asleep.
You open your eyes to find yourself on a beach. Warm sand clings to your bare feet and waves crash in a gentle rhythm, washing the horizon in streaks of gold and deepening blue. For a moment, you allow yourself to believe it’s a normal dream, one of those rare, peaceful kinds you used to get before the app, before gods and immortals start crawling out of every shadow.
But of course, it’s anything but. You have learned that you can’t always trust your eyes in this world. No matter how convincing it may seem.
You look for a clue - any piece of information that will tell you just where the hell you have stumbled into. You didn’t have to look very far though. Because the answer is right in front of your very eyes, in the form of the goddess of love. (And also find out that you are still butt naked, seriously?)
She’s there, lounging on a sunbed as if she owns the ocean itself. It seems Karina never runs out of wardrobe options for your little meetings because this time, she’s tanned to the color of honey, wearing a crimson bikini that does little justice to her huge tits, straining against the fabric as if they can tear it apart any moment. And your eyes, naturally, are drawn to it. Her skin glistened under the hot sun, beads of sweat running down between her tits and disappearing beneath the bikini top.
You gulp. This is not really a good time to be getting hard, not when you are this exposed. At least you want to look serious and the lack of clothing is not helping.
She turns to you and smiles, and you forget how to breathe for a moment.
“Hello, Michael,” she says, voice smooth as the waves. “We meet again.”
You swallow, taking a step back, the sand shifting beneath your feet. “Great,” you mutter. “Another dream ambush. What do you want?”
She stretches, her movements liquid under the sun. “To talk. To offer you something better.”
“Better?” you echo, crossing your arms. “What, another suicide mission? Another burglary job?”
She laughs softly. “Oh, Michael. You are mistaking me for Eros.”
You open your mouth to retort, but she silences you with a raised hand.
“It’s boring to just talk, don’t you think?” she purrs, her voice sweet as honey. “Mind helping me out with sunscreen? I don’t want to burn these babies,” she adds, cupping her tits and giving them a jiggle.
Do gods get sunburns? You doubt it. But you have to be braindead to pass up a chance to get your hands on those perfect tits.
So you nod dumbly, stumbling to her chair like a virgin on prom night. Karina hands you a bottle of sunscreen, smiling at your obvious arousal. Even if your expression doesn’t betray your filthy thoughts, your now rock hard cock is all it takes to reveal them. But right now, you are too horny to care.
She turns around, presenting her back to you and untying her bikini top in one smooth motion. “Make sure to get every inch,” she instructs, looking over her shoulder at you with a wink.
You squeeze a dollop of sunscreen into your hand, your fingers trembling with anticipation. As you begin to rub the lotion into her smooth skin, you couldn’t help but realize how you have fallen for her charms once again. One flash of her tits, and all your bravado crumble like dust.
“He’s using you, you know,” Karina speaks. “You think you’re his friend, his ‘apostle’? No, dear. You are a pawn. A means to an end.”
Your hands on her back pause on their trail to her ass. You think about the helm, Artemis, Ares’s spear slicing through the light. The way Eros smiles before telling you to do the impossible.
“What are you saying?” you ask, massaging the globes of her round ass. Despite the intensity of the situation, you couldn’t help but squeeze and knead the soft flesh, enjoying the way it feels beneath your fingers.
“I’m offering you a choice,” she replies. “You could rule alongside me. Olympus will fall. But if you help me instead, you’ll be more. Not just a tool to this cause.”
You pour more sunscreen into your palm, spreading it over her slender thighs. Seriously, this is not the best activity to be doing with a discussion this serious at hand, because all you could think about is the way her skin feels under your touch. But you gather up your last shred of sensibility.
“Really? And what do you mean by ‘more’?” You ask, trying your best not to sound hostile.
She chuckles, as if your question amuses her. “Oh dear, you can be anything you want. What Eros’s been giving you is only a fraction of what you deserve. If you help me out, you can be something much…better.”
Your hands stop again. This time because you are confused.
“Wait, I thought you and Eros were on the same side. Aren’t you two…team rebellion or something?”
Karina chuckles again. “Oh, Michael. You really don’t see it, do you?” she pauses, as your hands now reach the soles of her feet. Even at the lowest point of her body, the smoothness of her skin does not falter. Well, duh. She’s a goddess.
“Eros may be persuasive with all his sweet talk,” Karina turns and fixes her gaze upon you, her eyes sharp and glittering. “But know this. Eros is just a minor goddess. A boy with a bow and arrow desperate to prove himself. But me? I’m the first god to ever walk the earth, hun. Why would I need him to achieve my goal?”
You swallow uneasily. “So..what are you saying?”
“I’m saying it’s obvious who’s the better choice here,” she twists her body, repositioning herself on her back. And suddenly, your eyes are blessed by the round, milky globe of her tits. Her nipples, taut and rosy under the sun, seem to beckon your mouth on them.
Karina smirks at your obvious arousal, but continues nonetheless. “You can stick with Eros and fight for scraps. Or you can work for me, instead. And when Olympus burns, it will be our throne they raise.”
You’re at a loss for words. Just when you think things couldn’t get any more complicated, they do. And in the most unexpected ways.
Eros has saved you before. He has guided you, gave you a life better than the one you have been leading. Won’t you be biting the hand that feeds you?
But then, you remember all those times Eros had sent you on suicide missions. Would he have grieved if you had somehow died on one of those near impossible conquests? You doubt it. After all, you are not a charity case. A pawn, rather, like Karina had said. A dog for his master, lured by a bone.
“Well,” Karina’s voice cuts through your train of thoughts. “why don’t you put that big cock between my tits and seal the deal?”
That does it. It may sounds like you are a mindless pervert, swaying to whichever side has bigger tits. But this is also about saving your own ass. Getting out of this fucked up mess in the best way possible.
“Fine,” you admit. “But this better not be a trick.”
Karina smiles like a victor, as if she has known you would give in all along.”There’s nothing I will get from lying to you, hun. With your power and mine combined, we will be unstoppable. Now, come on. I know you are dying to feel those tits.”
You pour a copious amount of sunscreen into your palms, rubbing them together to warm it up. Then, you begin to massage the lotion into her soft, pillowy mounds, starting at the side.
Karina lets out a whimper, arching her back to push her tits up into your hands.
“Mhmm, yes,” she coos, her nipples hardening into stiff peaks beneath your fingers. “You’ve got magic hands.”
You take your time, kneading and squeezing her tits thoroughly, making sure every inch is coated with lotion. You pay special attention to her nipples, circling and flicking the sensitive nubs until Karina is squirming beneath you.
“Fuck,” she curses, her voice low and breathy. “Suck on them..I need your mouth on my tits.”
Obediently, you lean in, taking one of her nipples into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the stiff peak.
“Yes!” Karina cries out, fingers gripping the edge of the sunbed. “Just like that, oh god…”
You continue sucking and licking at her tits, moving from one to the other, until Karina is a writhing, moaning mess beneath you. Soon, her tits are a beautiful mess of drool and lotion, flesh glittering under the sun.
“Put that big cock between my tits,” Karina orders. “Let me return the favour, hun.”
You don’t need to be asked twice.
You position yourself above her prone form and grip your cock, already rock hard and aching for release. Karina conveniently squeeze her tits together, offering them up to you.
“Go on, big boy,” she orders. “Fuck those perfect tits until you have drenched them in your load.”
“Fuck, yes..” And with that, you slide your cock between the warm, soft mounds, groaning at the incredible sensation. As if on cue, your pelvis light up with the mark of Asmodeus, enveloping you in its golden hue.
“Fucking hell,” you grunt, starting to thrust between her tits. “So, fucking good..”
The friction is delicious, your cock sliding in and out without resistance as your drool and the lotion have done enough job to lube up her tits. And the mark ensures that you enjoy this titfuck session to the fullest, making you aware of every brush and touch.
Karina watches you, her smile never faltering as you lose yourself in the feel of her perfect bosoms.
“You are doing so well…” The goddess encourages even further. “Fucking my big juicy tits with that beautiful cock. This is just a taste of what we can do after we conquer Olympus.”
But for the time being, dethroning the gods couldn’t be any less of a concerning matter. Because all you can think about is tits, tits and tits as you plow Karina’s mounds.
“That’s it, babe. Your cock looks so good between my tits..”
Her words spur you on, and you snap your hips faster, fucking her tits with abandon. The head of your cock peeks out from between her mounds with each thrust, smearing precum across her skin.
Karina darts out her tongue, swiping at yout moist slit each time you emerge between her valleys.
“Jesus…,” you curse, the dual sensation leaving you at a loss for words. A surge of pleasure runs through your body each time Karina’s tongue makes contact.
“Yummy,” Karina smacks her lips, savouring your fluids.
The combination of Karina’s tongue and tits, fueled by the mark’s power, brings you close to the edge sooner than you would like. But the familiar tingle in your core is unmistakable.
“Fuck, Karina…,” you groan, feeling your balls tighten. “Gonna cum. Gonna cover these tits in my fucking load….”
“Please,” Karina begs, squeezing her tits tighter around your thrusting shaft. “Come all over my tits…drench me in your seed…”
Ths mark glows like a thousand suns, and with a few more thrusts, your cock erupts. Spurts after spurts of your creamy white cum find their way all over Karina’s tits, dripping down in small rivulets. A few stray drops land on her chin, her neck, her nose.
“Good boy,” Karina purrs, admiring the mess you have made or her tits. “Painting me with such a huge load…emptying those balls…”
As you pull out your spent cock, the mark sheathes its glow, sending you back to your ordinary, mortal state. But thanks to the ability Karina has granted, your body remains in perfect condition, save for a slight buzzing in your ears.
“Perfect,” Karina purrs, collecting a globe of your cum from her chest with a finger and bringing it to her lips. “I believe we’ve got a deal, then. I will send you back to that bimbo witch. Goodluck, hun.”
The sun seems to shine a bit brighter. The sound of the lapping waves grows louder. The sand beneath your feet feels like they are swirling.
An unnatural warmth envelopes you, and you are dragged into an all consuming darkness.
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You jolt awake to the sound of buzzing. For a second, you think a wasp is trying to land on your face, but then your eyes adjust, and you realize it’s just your phone, vibrating on the bedside table.
Somehow, the little gadget has survived the onslaught of an angry god and finds its way back to you. Now that you think of it, it always does.
You grab the phone, thumb fumbling over the screen. The devious icon of a black heart on the lockscreen is unmistakable. A message from the Ero app. From Eros himself.
Stay where you are. I have sent Artemis to take you back.
So he had sent your goddess pet to retrieve you.
You don’t bother replying. Partly because you don’t want to. Partly because you feel a gnawing guilt after making your deal with Aphrodite. You are no longer his apostle. Though, Eros will still believe otherwise.
You sit up on the bed and stretch, noticing the wound on your side is gone. And that’s when you notice the folded pile of clothes laid neatly on a stool beside the bed. A shirt and a pair of shorts. Simple, but clean.
You secretly thank Somi(or Circe) for the gift. But you still don’t trust her. In this vicious world you have stumbled into, you can never be too cautious.
You change quickly, putting on the new clothes, the fabric oddly comfortable. They fit you perfectly, almost as if they are tailor made for you.
You don’t know how long you have slept but it’s night time now. The air is cool carrying the salty tang of ocean. From the open window, you catch a glimpse of the sea stretching endlessly under the sky. Moonlight scatter across the waves, turning them silver, like the whole world has been dipped in mercury.
For the first time in what feels like forever, your chest eases. After gods, battles and betrayals, the sea is just…vast, steady, uncaring. And for a fleeting moment, you almost feel at peace.
But it doesn’t last long.
The door creaks open, breaking the spell of the sea. You turn, and there she is - Somi. She’s in a new attire now. A white night gown that fits her body in all the right places. Her tits threaten to spill out of the loose fabric. The hem short enough to reveal her tantalizing thighs.
She looks at you with a smirk.
“Look who’s back from the dead,” she muses, voice lilting somewhere between amused and mocking. She leans casually against the doorframe, as if she has been watching you for longer than you realize.
Before you can piece together a response, she tilts her head toward the door. “Come on. Time to stretch those legs. Follow me.”
You hesitate for a moment, eyeing her like she’s about to spring a trap. But Somi doesn’t wait for an answer. She simply turns and starts walking down the corridor beyond the door. Left without a choice, you grab your phone off the table and follow.
The building itself is carved into the cliffside, hallways lit by torches that flicker lazily in the sea breeze slipping through arched windows. Long shadows loom in every corner, bathing them in darkness. After a series of turns that feel deliberately confusing, you finally step out into a balcony.
The view almost knocks the wind out of you.
The island of Aeaea stretches in every direction, bathed in silver moonlight. Jagged cliffs dive into the restless ocean, where waves crash and shatter like glass. Somewhere in the distance, you catch a glimpse of an emerald green forest.
If you don’t know any better, you would have thought you are at a resort.
Somi stands by the balustrade, her hair lifting slightly in the wind. “Aeaea,” she says it like a promise. Then glancing at you, her lips curl into a knowing smile. “My home. For now, your home too.”
“Why are you doing this?” you blurt, the words coming out sharper than you meant. “Why save me? If there’s nothing in it for you?”
For a heartbeat, the only reply is the rush of wind tugging at her gown. Then Somi chuckles - a low, velvety sound that makes the hair on your arm stand on end. She doesn’t even look at you, her gaze fixated on the glittering night sky.
“You’re not as dumb as you look,” she says, finally turning her head just enough for you to catch the sly curve of her lips. “Most men won’t bother asking questions. And before they know it, they are bacon.”
You don’t know what she means but you stay cautious, in case she tries anything funny.
“Do you even know how you get here?” she asks lazily, trailing her fingers along the stone railing.
You swallow. “The portal. Eros’s app thing. I tapped it. Then Ares show up.”
At the name, her smile deepens, as if your horrifying encounter with the god amuses her. “Mm. That explains the gush on your side. You are lucky he didn’t cleave you in two. But he also cuts through your rift back home and that messes up its direction. And that’s how you ended up here instead.”
She tilts her head, studying you the way a cat studies something it’s deciding whether to play with or kill. “When I found you washed up on my beach, unconscious, bleeding out…I thanked the gods. Such a gift doesn’t wander into here everyday.”
The stone floor suddenly feels colder beneath your bare feet. A gift? You? That’s got to be the craziest thing you’ve heard today and considering your life lately, that’s saying something.
You blink at her, trying to read her face, but she’s half-shadow, half-moonlight, impossible to pin down. “A gift?” you laugh, the sound coming out empty. “Most people try to kill me after they see the mark.”
Somi turns her gaze lower, to the endless ocean below. For the first time, her grin fades, replaced by something quieter.
“You know,” she says softly. “It’s been centuries since I’ve had company. Millenia, really. Not a single lost sailor, not even a poor fool drifting too close to my shores. Aeaea has been…empty. Dead.”
You swallow, unsure where this is going. “And..that’s bad?I’m guessing?”
She lets out a bitter chuckle. “No subjects mean no practice. My magic has dulled, rusted, like a blade left out in the rain. Power needs to be sharpened, over and over, and without anyone to test it on, I’ve grown weaker.”
She turns her gaze upon you. “And that’s where you come in, Michael. My blessing. My solution.”
You step back instinctively, but there’s nowhere to go. “Solution? To what exactly? Because if this involves me becoming bacon, I will pass.”
She laughs again, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Oh, don’t worry. You’re far too precious to waste on swine.”
Your mouth goes dry. “Alright,” you say carefully. “What exactly do you need me for, then?”
Somi’s eyes glint like someone savoring a secret.
“I need power,” she says simply. “And you, Michael…you carry it. That little mark of yours, I can feel it brimming with energy. Energy I can use to be the great Circe again…”
Her voice sounds so hungry, so predatory that you feel a chill run down your spine. “And how do you plan to do that?”
“I need you to fill me up with it,” she grins. “In other words, I need you to put that big hard cock inside me and pump me full of your cum.”
You blink. “What-”
Before you can process any of her words, Somi has looped her arms around your neck, pulling you so close that your faces are mere inches away. You are vaguely aware of her ample bosoms pressing against your chest.
“You know, your cum holds as much power as your cock,” she says it like a fact, and you can feel her breath grazing your skin. “Consider it as a…fuel. But you put it right in my cunt.”
And just like that, she crushes her lips against yours. Her tongue delves past your parted lips, exploring your mouth as you eagerly return the action, a tango of flesh. She tastes sweet, musky, unlike anything that exists in the real world. And you savour it hungrily.
“Mhmm..” Somi moans against your lips. “You are not a bad kisser…”
Your hands roam over her curves, tracing every delicious ridge until they end up on her plump ass, giving them a squeeze over the thin fabric. The action only makes Somi moan harder, her fingers coming up to tangle in your hair.
“Just like that, babe…touch me..” she responds eagerly, pushing her hips further into your touch.
The more you knead her flesh, the tighter her grip on her hair becomes, to the point that your scalp burns. But it’s a small price to pay for the pleasure.
“Now,” she says as she abruptly breaks off the kiss, her brown eyes glinting with mischief. She places a hand on the hem of your shorts, tugging it softly. “Why don’t you show me that powerful cock of yours?”
You quickly pull down your shorts, allowing it to slide down freely until your rock hard cock is springing ready for attention.
Somi lets out a dramatic sigh, her eyes widening as she takes in the sight of your impressive member. “Holy fuck,” she mutters dreamily. “You are even bigger than I expected…”
She sinks down to her knees, admiring your cock like a relic before she plants a finger on her pelvis. You feel a rush of warmth spread through your body, and before you know it, the mark of Asmodeus has emerged, glowing with power.
“Hello there,” Somi speaks to the mark, reaching out to wrap a hand around your shaft. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
You groan at her touch, your hips bucking forward slightly as she strokes your hard flesh. Her delicate fingers barely wrap around your girth, and you can feel her hot breath on your tip.
“Fuck,” you grunt, tangling one hand in her blonde hair. “Put it in your mouth…wrap those pretty lips around my cock..”
“That’s the plan.” Without hesitation, Somi leans forward, licking a stripe up the underside of your shaft. Then, with a moan, she takes you into her mouth, stretching her lips wide around your thickness.
“Mmmm,” she hums, bobbing her head up and down your length. Her hand comes up to stroke what she can’t fit in her mouth, twisting and squeezing your cock just the way you like it.
You groan, fisting her hair tighter and guiding her movements as she sucks you off. The wet sound of her slurping fills the air, mixing with the lapping sound of the waves. The warm heaven of her mouth envelopes you whole, and you are aware of every little touch - the way she hollows her cheeks, the way she licks your slit whenever she gets the chance.
Just as you start to lose your mind to the onslaught of her mouth, she pulls off with a wet pop. “Fuck my mouth,” she demands, opening wide and sticking out her tongue. “Choke me with your cock."
You groan at her filthy words, holding her hair tight and pushing your hips forward. Your thick cock sinks into her mouth, sliding over her tongue and hitting the back of her throat.
Somi moans around your length, taking you deeper without any sign of gag reflex. You start to thrust, fucking her face with abandon as she looks up at you with teary eyes.
“Fuck yes,” you growl, picking up the pace. “Take my cock, you slutty witch…”
Somi whimpers in approval, relaxing her jaw and letting you fuck into her mouth hard and deep. Her hands come up to fondle your balls, rolling them in her palms as you pound her throat.
She takes you all the way, your balls slapping against her chin with each thrust. Strings of saliva drip down her chin, glistening in the moonlight as you use her mouth like it’s her cunt.
“So fucking good,” you grunt, pulling almost all the way before slamming back in. “Take it like a good little slut...”
Somi just moans, hollowing her cheeks and sucking harder as you fuck her face with abandon. The wet, filthy sounds of your coupling lost to the sounds of the sea.
Just as you are about to reach your peak, Somi pulls off your cock with a gasp. She takes a moment to catch her breath before speaking. “As much as I would love to swallow your delicious load, I need it inside my cunt. Fuel, remember?”
Somi turns, bending over the railing, looking back at you over her shoulder with a coy smile. “Come on, tiger,” she purrs, reaching back to flip her nightgown. “Show me what that magic cock can do.”
You don’t hesitate. You line up your cock with her slick entrance, feeling the heat radiating from her core. With one swift thrust, you bury yourself inside her tight channel, groaning at the feel of her silken walls gripping you.
“Oh fuck,” Somi moans, arching her back and pushing her ass against you. “You are so fucking big…”
You set a hard and fast pace, pounding into her with abandon. The sea breeze washes over her sweat slicked skin, carrying the sweet scent of Somi’s arousal mixed with the salt of the sea. Her blonde hair flatters in the wind, dancing hypnotically.
“Fuck,” you grunt, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise her as you rail her pussy. “So fucking tight…gonna fill this cunt up…”
You grab Somi’s huge tits roughly with one hand, kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipples through the thin material of her night gown. Your other hand wraps around her slender throat, applying just enough pleasure to make her gasp.
“Fuck, your tits are amazing,” you growl into her ear, pounding her harder. “You look too fucking good for a pathetic witch.”
Somi whimpers, the lack of oxygen wrecking her brain. The sharp sting of your fingers on her tits only slaughter her further, and she grips the railings so tight that you fear it might give away.
You lean in closer, your lips brushing against her ear. “Who’s a good slut?” you ask, tightening your grip on her throat. “Tell me who this cunt belongs to….”
“Eh fuck-” Somi gasps as you gives her a particularly hard thrust. “You…it belongs to you…I’m your fucking slut…”
You grin, thrusting harder, revelling in the power the mark has granted you. You don’t think you will ever get tired of it, no matter how much danger it brings. Especially when you got celestial beings worshipping your cock.
For now, you have a witch to pump full of your load.
“I’m gonna-” Somi moans, taking everything you give her and begging for more. “I’m gonna fucking cum on your cock-”
You obey eagerly, slamming into her with wild abandon. You can feel her pussy fluttering around your cock, getting tighter and milking you as she nears her own climax.
“Cum for me,” you demand, sinking your cock to the hilt. “Cum all over my fucking cock.”
Somi lets out a guttural scream, her body shaking and convulsing as her orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy clenches down on you like a vice, and the tightness becomes too much for you to bear. With a final thrust, you bury yourself deep inside her and explode, pumping jet after jet of thick, hot cum into her waiting cunt just as she has asked.
“Shit..” you groan, thrusting shallowly as you nuzzle into her neck. “So good...”
Slowly, you pull out of Somi’s dripping cunt. The mark slowly fades, returning to slumber after serving its purpose.
Suddenly, the world starts spinning and your kneels start buckling. It feels as if marrow itself is leaking out of your bones, leaving you hollow, boneless, drained. Every breath takes tremendous effort and a strange kind of pain explodes in your chest.
But…this can’t be right. Endless Ardor. Karina’s gift. It’s supposed to protect you from this kind of exhaustion, this kind of pain. It has worked just moments before, after you have fucked Karina’s tits. Or does it only work on goddesses?
That’s not true either, because you remember the ability working well on the three Amazons. Then, what is this? Has the mark become too powerful for your body to contain? Can it no longer be suppressed?
The pain reaches a staggering point, and your body folds forward, palms slapping weakly against the stone. You’re still breathing, but each inhale tastes like surrender.
Somewhere on the floor, a faint buzz cuts through the pounding in your ears. Your head jerks toward the sound, sluggish, every movement dragging like you’re underwater. Your phone - its screen glowing in the dark.
Quest Completed: Power Transfer
Perfection Meter: 20%
This stupid app always finds the worst times to give you updates. And since when does it have quests?
Somi crouches down, her body bare and slicked with sweat. But the slut she was a moment ago is gone, replaced by something much, much dangerous. Was she acting all this time? She studies you like a hunter savoring the limp twitch of caught prey.
“Well,” she murmurs, lips curling in satisfaction, “that’s a step closer. Thank you for your…cooperation.”
Her hand almost brushes your cheek, but she pulls back, as though you’re too fragile.
She strands stretching her limbs, and staring at her palms like it’s the first time she has seen them. Then her hand lifts.
Before you can even draw a breath, your body jerks upward, yanked into the air by an unseen force. Pain lances across your arms and chest as chains - iron, glowing faintly with runes you don’t recognize - coil out of nothingness, winding around your wrist, your throat, your waist. They bite into your skin as if they’ve been waiting centuries for you.
The mark can’t save you now. Not this time.
Somi smiles. “And you thought I saved you out of kindness.” She circles below you, watching as you struggle helplessly.
“You fell right into my trap, Michael. Tell me-” her eyes glitter with triumph. “- am I not the cleverest witch you’ve ever met?”
The chains tighten, forcing a ragged breath from your lungs.
She spreads her arms, lifting her head high and taking in a deep breath. Her veins crackle faintly with power. “I’ve refilled my magic thanks to the mark, yes. But why stop there? The gods will welcome me with open arms once I deliver you to Olympus.”
Her smile sharpens, almost cruel. “A gift, wrapped in chains. Proof of my loyalty.”
This is it, you think. The end of your run with the mark. No more miracles. No more clapping goddesses. Just the slow crush of chains and a witch who already considers you as her ticket to godhood.
Then-
A sharp whistle cuts the air. In a blink, steel flashes past your blurred vision, burying itself deep into Somi’s exposed chest.
She staggers, eyes wide, staring at the hilt jutting from her body. A gladius. Short, brutal, deadly.
The chain binding you unravel with a metallic groan, shattering into nothingness. You crash to the floor, limbs weak, your lungs dragging in desperate air.
“Wha- What…,” Somi gasps, her hand clutching the wound as scarlet blooms across the white of her skin. She stumbles, blood pouring in a torrent, staining the polished stone beneath her. Then she collapses, her body going utterly limp in the pool of crimson. You can barely breathe, frozen from shock at the rapid turn of events.
Suddenly, a shadow leaps down from the roof, landing beside Somi’s body in a precise, catlike grace. The figure studies Somi’s prone form, scanning as if to make sure she’s really dead. You can see her clearly now under the shower of moonlight. There’s no mistaking that fiery red hair, jeans and combat boots.
“No one steals my prey,” Yeji says, then slowly tilts her head towards you and smirks. “Long time no see.”
It's great to see you're still active and writing! Are you mostly active on Tumblr only?
How long does it usually take to write a chapter of "Infinite Impossibilities: A Pervert's Dream Journal"?
Thanks! I have been busy so I can't write as much here as I used to. And yes, Tumblr is my main app for publishing my work so I'm quite acrive here. I use discord too, though.
Infinite Impossibilites takes quite shorter to write compared to other works because it's mainly smut without much plot. So it isn't time consuming at all.
Infinite Impossibilities: A Pervert's Dream Journal
Day 3: Yuna
You shifted uncomfortably on the plush hotel room couch, your palms slick with sweat as you waited for your friend Rafael to return. The ominous words he had spoken echoed in your mind: “I have a job for you, my friend. A very lucrative opportunity, but it requires a certain…talent. If you catch my drift.”
You totally didn’t catch his drift.
But you have been down on your luck lately, struggling to make ends meet since you lost your job. When Rafael approached you with this offer, you knew it couldn’t be entirely legitimate, but the promise of easy money was too tempting to pass up.
Now, as you sat there in a lavish hotel suite, doubt began to creep in. What exactly did Rafael have in mind for you? And are the consequences even really worth the money?
You tried to reassure yourself that everything would be fine, that you were just being paranoid. But your nerves wouldn’t calm, your heart pounding in your chests as you imagine all the sordid possibilities.
What if this is some kind of human trafficking operation? Or a honey trap set up by the cops? Your mind raced with the worst case scenarios as the time trickled by.
Just then, the bedroom door creaked open and Rafael emerged, a sly grin on his face. “Here he is,” he spoke to someone behind him. “Trust me. He’s just as good as I am. And maybe… even bigger.”
Then you saw her, and all your fears evaporated. It’s none other than Yuna, the kpop idol and a member of the girl group Itzy. She studied you like an interesting specimen. In her skimpy black bodysuit and her long blonder hair cascading over her shoulders, she looked like a sex doll reincarnated.
You were completely mesmerized by the sight of her. You know she’s known for her wild, provocative persona, for being a total cocktease but seeing her here, in a hotel room, dressed like a sex kitten - it’s almost too much to process.
Before you can ask what’s going on, Yuna speaks up. “Come on, boys, whip those cocks out,” she purred, eyeing you and Rafael hungrily. “I’ve been craving some good, hard cock all week. And I can tell you two are packing some serious heat..”
Your jaw dropped as you realized what’s expected of you. Yuna wanted to see your dicks. Right now.
As you stood there, hesitating, Rafael took matters into his own hands. Literally. With a swift motion, he pulled his cock out of his pants, the thick shaft springing to attention.
“C’mon, what are you waiting for?” he said, giving his dick a few strokes. “The lady wants to see what we’re working with.”
His words snapped you out of your trance. You glanced at Yuna, who is watching you expectantly, her lips curved in a seductive smile. This is fucked up in every possible way and your brain screamed that it’s wrong, that you should walk away right now.
But then you looked down at Yuna on her knees, looking at you expectantly, her curves made prominent by her bodysuit. And you felt your resistance crumbling. An idol asked to see your cock. How could you possibly say no to that?
Biting your lips, you reached down and unzipped your fly. Your cock throbbed as you pulled it out, already half hard from the situation you are in. You stroked it a few times, watching Yuna’s reaction.
She licked her lips as she took in the sight of your dick. “Mmmm, very nice,” she purrs. “Now let’s see how you two compare…”
You and Rafael both moved closer to Yuna, your cocks now mere inches from her pretty face. She looked up at you with hooded eyes, her hands reaching out to wrap around your shafts.
“Mmm, both so big and juicy,” she purred, giving you each a few strokes. “I don’t think I can choose just one…”
With that she leaned in and took Rafael’s cock into her mouth, her lips stretching obscenely around his thick girth. She bobbed her head, sucking him with expertise as she continued stroking your own throbbing dick.
You groaned as her warm mouth worked on Rafael’s shaft, your own arousal mounting. The sensation of her hand on your cock is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.
After a moment, Yuna pulled off Rafael with a wet pop. She turned her attention to you next, wrapping her lips around your cock and sucking eagerly. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head as she pumped Rafael’s shaft with her hand.
She alternated between you, sucking and stroking each cock in turn without missing a beat. Your head grew fuzzy with lust as the sex goddess herself serviced you both with skill. If that was a dream, you never wanted to wake up.
After a few moments, Yuna pulled back and stuck out her tongue, the pink flesh quivering with anticipation.
“Rub those big cocks on my tongue,” she purred, looking up at you with hooded eyes. “I want to taste every single inch.”
You glanced at Rafael and he nodded, a grin spreading across his face. Together, you both leaned in, pressing the swollen heads of your cocks against Yuna’s outstretched tongue.
You groaned as you felt her hot, wet muscle caress your sensitive flesh. Her tongue undulated along the shafts as you stroke yourselves, smearing pre cum across her taste buds.
“That’s it, just like that,” Yuna moaned, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss. “Rub those hard cocks all over my face. Get me nice and wet…”
You complied eagerly, grinding your cocks against her cheeks, chin, and nose, glazing her face with pre cum. You had always thought the depiction of her as a freak in the sheets were just fantasies, but now, you really know she’s just a cock hungry slut.
It didn’t take long for Yuna’s face to become a debauched mess of bodily fluids. After taking a good suck each of your tips, she stood back on her feet, her lips stretching into a slutty grin.
“I want those big cocks inside my other holes,” she ordered. “Strip for me, boys. Let me see what you are packing.”
Her words sent tingles of electricity through your body. You glanced at Rafael, who was already tugging off his clothes with eager abandon. Following his lead, you started to undress as well, your hands shaking with anticipation.
As you pulled off your shirt, Yuna unzipped her bodysuit, revealing her bare body inch by tantalizing inch. Your mouth went dry as you took in the sight of her full, pert breasts, the rosy nipples already hard with arousal. Her toned stomach led down to a neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair at the juncture of her thighs. It seemed her hair wasn’t the only one coloured.
“Mhmm, just like that,” she cooed as you both stripped down to nothing. “Now come here and fuck me with those big, hard cocks.”
Yuna crawled onto the bed on all fours, her round, peachy ass and dripping pussy presented to you like a succulent offering. The sight of her tight little asshole and glistening folds sent a rush of blood straight to your cock.
“I’m so fucking wet,” she moaned, reaching back to spread her cheeks wider. “I need a cock in me. Right. Now.”
You glanced at Rafael, who nodded encouragingly. “Go ahead, buddy,” he said with a grin. “Have some fun with our favorite idol.”
Heart pounding, you climbed onto the bed behind Yuna. You lined up your throbbing cock with her entrance, feeling her slick heat radiating against the sensitive head. Slowly, you pushed forward, sinking into her tight velvety channel inch by inch.
“Oh fuck yes,” Yuna gasped as you filled her up. “That’s it. Give me that big cock..”
Her words spur you on and you start to move, gripping her slutty waist and pumping your hips as you fuck her from behind. The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room as you pound into Yuna’s pussy, her plump ass jiggling with every thrust.
As you drove your cock deeper into Yuna’s tight pussy, she turned her head and looked up at Rafael with pleading eyes. “Fuck my mouth,” she said through grunts and groans. “I need to be stuffed from both ends.”
Rafael grinned and climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of Yuna’s face. He grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and pulled her forward, sliding his cock down her throat with a groan.
“Shit, that’s good,”he moaned, watching as his dick disappeared between Yuna’s stretched lips. “Yeah, take that cock, you slutty little idol.”
Yuna moaned around Rafael’s girth as you continued to pound into her from behind. The vibration of her cries only added to your pleasure, her pussy clenching around you like a vice.
You leaned forward, changing the angle of your thrusts so you can reach even deeper inside her. Yuna’s eyes rolled back in bliss as you hammer into her g-spot, your heavy balls slapping against her engorged clit with every stroke.
“Mmph! Mmph!” she cried around Rafael’s shaft, drool leaking from the corners of her mouth as you double teamed her.
Rafael turned to you with a wicked grin as you continued to rail Yuna from behind. “So, how’s the job treating you so far?” he asked, his voice strained as he fucked Yuna’s face.
You laughed breathlessly, your hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. “Best. Job. Ever,” you panted out, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust into Yuna’s tight heat.
Yuna moaned in agreement around Rafael’s shaft. Trapped between two of you with a cock in each hole, it was hard to believe that Yuna was the one who paid you to fuck her. Not the other way around.
“Yeah, this is definitely a good gig,” Rafael chuckled, pulling Yuna off his cock so she could catch her breath. Thick strands of drool connected her lips to the swollen head of his dick. “Nothing beats getting paid to fuck a hot idol.”
Before Yuna could protest, Rafael shoved his cock back into her mouth, silencing her cries. Your focus went back to pounding her just as she had asked. This is one job you couldn’t fail.
Suddenly, Yuna’s muscles tensed, her body going rigid beneath you. You recognized the telltale signs of her orgasm and gave her a particularly hard thrust that sent her spiraling towards her climax.
Her back arched and she let out a muffled scream around Rafael’s cock, her pussy convulsing violently around your shaft.
Quickly, you yanked your cock out just in time as a torrent of clear fluid gushed out of Yuna’s pussy, drenching your balls soaked.
“Fuck, look at that,” Rafael groaned, watching in awe as Yuna’s essences splattered onto the sheets beneath her. “What a hot little mess…”
Rafael slid his cock out of her mouth, giving her a moment to catch her breath. She laid there, legs splayed wide, her pussy still spasming and dripping with her juices.
To your surprise, it didn’t take long for Yuna to recover from her earth shattering orgasm. She sat up, running a hand through her disheveled hair as she grinned at you and Rafael like a sex-crazed maniac. Her body was slick with sweat and glistened in the dim light, looking like a porcelain doll.
“Mmm, now it’s time for the real fun,” she purrs, licking her lips. “I want that double penetration treatment, boys. Stuff me full of those big cocks.”
She started to move, but then paused, her brows furrowing in thought. “Wait…I don’t think I can walk after that,” she giggled, wriggling her toes experimentally.
You and Rafael exchanged a glance, then grinned at each other. Together, you scooped Yuna up - you grabbing her legs, Rafael taking her head and shoulders. She let out a delighted squeal as you carried her to the edge of the bed, laying her out in a missionary position.
“Perfect,” she sighed happily, spreading her thighs wide in invitation. “Now come and fuck me silly with those monster cocks.”
Rafael gave you a nod and a smirk, positioning himself at Yuna’s dripping entrance. “You take that sweet ass. I’ll handle the pussy,” he said with a wink.
Grinning, you slid under Yuna’s lithe body, gripping her round cheeks in your hand. You lined up your throbbing cook with her puckered rosebud. You can feel her anus winking at you, the puckered ring already relaxed and ready for penetration.
With a quick thrust, you spear into her asshole, which willingly opened up and swallowed your head like it was made for you, even without any lube. But considering how big of a slut she is, it’s not even a surprise. Who knows how many cocks she had had in there?
“Fuck!” Yuna cries out, her back arching as you bury yourself to the hilt in her backdoor. “It’s so big! I can feel it in my stomach!”
Before she could adjust, Rafael plunged into her sopping pussy from the front. Yuna howled, her whole body shaking as she’s stretched wide by your cocks stuffing her front and back.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” she babbled incoherently, her eyes rolling back in her head. “So full! Can’t…can’t move! Just fuck me!”
Laughing at her debauched state, you and Rafael started to move, sawing in and out of Yuna’s greedy holes. Her tight ass squeezed you like a vice with every thrust, the feeling incredible.
You grabbed her hips for leverage, driving into her ass with long, deep strokes as Rafael railed her pussy. This is your first time participating in a double penetration fest, but to your surprise, it’s pleasant in a way.
Every thrust sent delicious vibrations through the thin wall of flesh separating your cocks. You could feel the heat and hardness of Rafael’s shaft through Yuna’s tight passage, but somehow, it only added to your pleasure.
“How’s that sweet ass feel, buddy?” Rafael asked, panting as he pounded into Yuna’s pussy. “Is she loose after all the pounding she’s taken?”
You shook your head in amazement, grabbing Yuna’s hips tighter as you drove into her ass. “No way, man,” you grunted back. “Tightest damn hole I’ve ever felt. Like she’s never been touched.”
Rafael laughed breathlessly, shifting angles to bury himself deeper in Yuna’s sopping cunt. “Damn. Even after all those sessions in the past? She must be a succubus.”
Yuna moans loudly in response, her hips bucking up to meet your thrusts. “F-Fuck!” she cries out. “S-So good…pounding my holes…”
You leaned forward, pressing your chest against her back as you continued to rail her from behind. “You like that, you dirty little idol slut?” you growled in her ears. “Getting fucked by two big cocks at once?”
Her response was another incoherent string of curses and moans, her body shuddering as you and Rafael plundered her holes with ruthless abandon.
After a few minutes, Yuna’s body started to tense and quiver again, signalling her next orgasm. You sped up your pace along with Rafael, determined to fuck her brains out.
But then, Yuna suddenly cried out. “Wait, wait!” she panted, her voice high and needy. “I-I want to cum with both of your cocks in my ass! Please!”
You glanced up at Rafael, both of you raising your eyebrows in surprise. “Are you fucking kidding me?” you asked incredulously. “This crazy bitch.”
But Rafael just grinned, pulling out of Yuna’s dripping pussy. “Your wish is our command,” he said, positioning his cock at Yuna’s gaping hole. “Make room, buddy. Will you?”
At his words, you pulled out just enough to make room for his cock and to your surprise, her asshole stretched even further, opening up like a hungry little mouth to accommodate both of your thick shafts as Rafael slid in.
“Holy fuck!” Rafael cursed. “This ass is fucking incredible.”
“Oh fuck yeah,” Yuna moans, sinking her digits into her now vacant pussy as you started to push in. “Stuff that ass…ruin me with those big dicks…”
You gritted your teeth, fighting the urge to cum right then and there as you sink into her impossibly tight heat alongside Rafael. Her ass welcomed both of you, clenching even tighter.
Yuna frantically fingered her aching pussy as you and Rafael continued to stuff her ass with your cocks. The tight confines barely allowed any movements but the friction is enough to keep you both teetering on the edge.
“Oh god, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum again!” Yuna wailed, her body arching as she shoved three fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt. “I’m gonna fucking cum with two cocks in my ass!”
Her pussy spammed, clenching around her own fingers as a flood of clear fluids erupted like a geyser. The force of her orgasm sent shockwaves through her body, squeezing your cocks like a silken fist inside her ass.
You buried yourself to the hilt, grinding against Rafael as Yuna’s ass milked your shafts. “Shit, I’m cumming!” you growled, your balls tightening.
“Me too!” Rafael moaned, slamming into Yuna with desperate thrusts. “Fuck! I’m gonna pump this dirty ass full.”
With a final, brutal thrust, you both exploded inside Yuna’s stretched hole. Thick ropes of cum painted her inside white, mixing with her own gushing fluids.
“Yes, yes, yes! Fill me up! I want every last drop!” Yuna wails, her body shuddering violently as you pumped her ass full.
You and Rafael deposited every last drop from your balls before pulling out with a wet squelch, admiring the sight of Yuna’s gaping, well-used hole. Thick globs of cum oozed out, pooling on the sheets beneath her. Her ass is completely destroyed, stretched out from being splitted open by two cocks at once.
Yuna collapsed, laying limp and panting on the bed. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, panting like a bitch in heat as she came down from her high. She looked utterly wrecked, thoroughly used and satisfied.
“Th-Thank you,” Yuna whimpered. “You two…broke me so good…”
She pointed a shaky finger towards the purse on the nightstand. “T-take what you need…”
Rafael looked at you, smiling like he had just conquered a country. “Guess it’s time for our reward,” he said, grabbing Yuna’s purse.
You watched as he dug around inside, pulling out handfuls of cash. It’s more money than you’ve ever seen in one place.
“Holy shit,” you muttered, your eyes widening at the sight. “This is…fuck, this is enough to live off for months.”
Rafael laughed, clapping you on the shoulder. “Welcome to the dark side, my friend. Once you go double-stuffed idol ass, there’s no going back…”
Your sister Eunchae recently became and adult and lost her virginity but it wasn't as satisfying as she thought, so she talks to mommy sakura to see if she could give her advice from her experience on to properly please and be pleased. Sakura gives plenty of advice but she knows it's useless without practice so she asks for your help for some practical lessons.
Midnight Schooling
Ft. Sakura and Eunchae
(I got a lot of great ideas from you all but this one catches my eyes, so here it is. P.S Sorry this took like a month to write. Life has been busy lately)
“It’s just not like what I imagine…you know.”
Eunchae’s face was already red as a tomato as she recounted her experience. She doubted if anyone else would discuss their loss of virginity with their moms, but it’s not like she has anyone else. And bottling it up would make it even worse.
“And how do you imagine it would be?” Sakura asked as she flopped down next to Eunchae on her bed. Much to Eunchae’s surprise, her mom didn’t seem much surprised. Or maybe she’s doing it on purpose not to make her feel embarrassed.
“I…I don’t know. It was not horrible but….I just felt weird and uncomfortable. Like, was that really it?”
Sakura sighs, gently rubbing her back. “Sweetie, losing your virginity can be awkward and confusing at first. But it takes time to figure out what feels good.”
“I guess….” Eunchae mumbled, her voice descending to whisper.
A brief silence passed between them. Then Sakura's eyes widened slightly, like she just remembered something. “You did use protection right?”
“Y-yeah, of course,” Eunchae stammered, cheeks burning. “I made sure he wore a condom.”
Sakura nodded approvingly. “Good girl. It’s important to always protect yourself, no matter what.” She paused for a moment. “So, what’s the problem here? Was he too small? Too rough?”
“Mom, come on!” Eunchae protested, already feeling her face burning with shame. Did she really need to ask?
“Hey. If you don’t tell me, I can’t help you.” Sakura insisted, squeezing her arm gently. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Eunchae sighed. “No, it’s not that. He just….he lasted like two minutes before finishing. And the position we did felt kind of…pointless?”
Sakura suppressed a smile at her daughter’s honesty. “Well, sweetheart, that's perfectly normal for a boy his age. They tend to be…eager.”
Eunchae groaned again. “Great, so I have to put up with that for a while?”
“Not necessarily,” Sakura said gently. “Communication is key in any relationship. You need to talk to him about your needs and expectations.”
“But I’m so embarrassed!” Eunchae wailed. “I can’t just come out and say ‘Hey, can you last longer next time?’”
“Why not?” Sakura shrugged. “If you’re not comfortable with something, you have every right to speak up. Your boyfriend should respect your boundaries and preferences.”
Eunchae considered, gnawing on her lip. “I guess you are right….but it’s still so awkward to talk about.”
“Well, how about this - when you’re alone together next time, start slow,” Sakura suggested. “Maybe just make out and explore each other’s bodies a bit. Let him work you up first before jumping straight to penetration.”
Eunchae blushed. She had never imagined that kind of stuff coming out from her mother’s mouth. Sakura always seems so composed. But she nodded anyway. “Okay, that could work…thanks Mom.”
“You’re welcome sweetheart,” Sakura smiled, standing up. “I’m always here for you, ok?”
Eunchae returned the smile, feeling a bit better. “I know Mom. Love you.”
“Love you too, Eunchae. Now get some rest.” With that, Sakura left the room, closing the door behind her.
When she was far enough from the room, Sakura let out a breath she had been holding for too long. She’s not an expert at this kind of stuff but she really hoped she had helped her daughter in some way. She wouldn’t say she’s a mother of the year but she has always tried her best and made sure that Eunchae grew up well and happy. But sometimes, even she feels like she’s not doing enough for her. The doubt that she’s going to fail at some point is constantly gnawing at her heart. Whether she’s going to finally fail this time, she wondered.
Then an idea glimmered in her head. One so obvious she wondered how she had forgotten. Of course, you could help.
-
You are not sure if you have heard Sakura right. In fact, it sounds so ridiculous you won’t be surprised if someone tells you you are dreaming right now.
“Mom, you want me to what?”
And of course, there’s also the fact that your mom, of all people, is the one asking you the very question. Well, she’s not really your mother, not a real one anyway. But you have lived with her for so long, the term “stepmom” sounds harsh and unfamiliar.
Despite all this, Sakura’s face shows no sign of embarrassment or hesitation.
“Look, I know it may come out weird but you are the only one I could think of. And it’s not like you are a virgin, are you? There’s no way.”
If you could grow wings and fly away, now is the time. But unfortunately, you are stuck here, struggling to think of the most appropriate reply.
“And how do you expect me to help? It’s not like I could just-”
Sakura settles her hand on your thigh, as if already sensing your denial. You hate how she can easily see through you.
“Sweetie, I know I’m asking for a lot here. And I’m sorry if this whole idea makes you uncomfortable. But I don’t want Eunchae to live out her whole life with an idea that she will never have a fulfilling experience,” she pauses a while to take a breath. “And you know how she is. She would be too shy to do it again with anyone if she doesn’t get proper practice. It’s either you or no one else.”
You are silent for a moment. It’s true that Eunchae has always kept to herself, rarely opening up about her feelings. She’s always been the quiet one in the family and somehow, this moment of vulnerability makes her seem even more fragile.
“So….will you?”
Sakura’s eyes, bright and curious, are fixed on yours, awaiting an answer. And you know there’s only one correct reply to her question if you don’t want to break her heart.
“Alright,” you finally say. “I will do it.”
Sakura’s lips curve up with the slightest hint of a smile. She nods, patting your thigh.
“Thanks. This really means a lot to us.”
And as she stands up to leave, you can’t help but feel like you are going to commit a crime.
-
You are starting to regret your decision.
But the awkwardness is even worse. Seriously, who even is stupid enough to perform this kind of ridiculous act. A pervert, maybe. Does that make you one too?
It’s the dead of the night, and you are in Eunchae’s bedroom. This already sounds fucked up enough but it’s nothing compared to the fact that Sakura, your stepmon, is also a pat of this secret little meeting. A secret to no one except your dad, of course. That makes it sound even more fucked up.
Your eyes dart between the two women - Eunchae seems equally nervous as you, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, her eyes downcast. But Sakura, of course, ever the cool and composed one, doesn’t look any different from the day she asked for your help. She looks giddy, even.
“Relax, sweetie,” Sakura purrs, running a hand down your chest. “This is going to be fun. I promise.”
You swallow hard, trying not to stare at the ample cleavage spilling out of her low-cut dress. You don’t wanna look like a pervert. Not now, at least. There will be plenty of time for it later.
“I…I don’t know about this…”
Sakura just smiles, her hand trailing lower to cup your erection through your pants. “See? Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is being stubborn.”
She leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers. “Just go with it. Let me teach you both how to enjoy each other.”
With that, she turns to Eunchae, who’s watching the exchange with wide, curious eyes. “The first thing you need to know, Eunchae, is how to get him worked up. A turned on man is a pliable man.”
She demonstrates by kissing you deeply, her tongue tangling with yours as she rubs you through your pants. You moan into her mouth, your hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more of this delicious friction.
Sakura breaks the kiss, smiling smugly at your dazed expression. “See? Easy.”
She guides Eunchae to stand in front of you, positioning her so your erection is pressed against her belly. “Your turn, sweetie. Kiss him. Touch him. Get him riled up.”
Eunchae blushes, but follows Sakura’s instruction, pressing her lips shyly to yours. Obviously, she’s not as good a kisser as Sakura and it feels more like she’s trying to shove her tongue into your mouth. But who are you to complain?
While all this is happening, Sakura is already setting the next plan in motion. Her hands fumble with the waistband of your pants, sliding it down to release your mamba.
You groan as your cock springs free, hard and leaking. Sakura reaches out, gathering the beads of precum with her finger and holding it up for Eunchae to see.
“Taste it,” she encourages, bringing her finger to Eunchae’s lips.
Eunchae hesitates for only a moment before sucking Sakura’s finger into her mouth, her eyes unblinking as she savours your taste. Sakura smiles approvingly, then gestures for her to kneel in front of you.
“Start by licking the tip,” she instructs, her hand stroking your shaft. “Get it nice and wet before taking it into your mouth.”
Eunchae nods, leaning forward to tentatively lick the head of your cock. You shudder as her tongue teases your slit, your hands clenching at your sides.
Sakura guides Eunchae’s head, showing her how to take you into her mouth. “That’s it. Nice and slow. Use your tongue.”
You moan as Eunchae starts to suck you off, her inexperienced but eager mouth, working you over and over. Sakura watches with a smile, her hand rubbing herself through her dress.
As time passes, Eunchae’s movements become more frantic, her head bobbing with an aggressive pace. If you don’t know any better, you would have thought she’s trying to suck the soul out of you.
But Sakura, watching intently, frowns slightly after a movement. “Wait, Eunchae, you are not using your tongue enough. Here, let me show you.”
She kneels down beside Eunchae, taking your cock into her own mouth. You gasp as
she swirls her tongue around the head, lapping at your slit before sliding down your shaft.
Sakura pulls back with a pop, stroking you lazily as she looks at Eunchae. “See how I’m using my tongue? You want to lick and tease as you suck, not just bob your head.”
Eunchae nods, blushing, and leans in to try again. This time, you can feel the difference as she takes you into her mouth, her tongue working you over as she sucks.
You moan louder, your hand coming up to tangle in her hair. Sakura watches approvingly, a smirk on her face as she sees Eunchae’s improvement.
But after a few minutes, she taps Eunchae’s shoulders, signalling for her to stop. “That’s good, sweetie. But you don’t want to let him finish too early. There are still more lessons to get through.”
Eunchae pulls back, your cock slipping from her mouth with a lewd pop, a string of saliva hung between your tip and her lips.
Sakura smiles, standing up and walking over to the bed. “Now it’s time to learn how to have sex,” she says, her voice low and sultry. “As soon as he’s nice and hard, that’s the next step.”
She bends over the bed, presenting her pale ass to you. Her dress is hiked up around her waist, revealing her wet, glistening pussy. “Come on, sweetie,” she purrs, wriggling her hips invitingly. “Fuck me with that big cock.”
You don’t need to be told twice. You step up behind her, gripping your cock and lining it up with her entrance. Sakura moans as you push inside, her tight heat engulfing you.
You start thrusting, your hips slapping against her ass. Sakura lets out the sweetest moans, pushing back against you to meet your movements.
“See how I’m moving with him?” she pants, looking over at Eunchae. “You want to work with his rhythm, not just lay there.”
Eunchae nods, watching intently as you fuck Sakura. Her hands grip the sheets, taking your relentless pounding as you ravage her like a madman.
“Fuck! Yes! Just like that. Oh god-”
For a moment, you forget all about the fact that this is supposed to be a lesson. All you that occupy your mind is how perfectly Sakura walls grip your shaft, how wet and messy this whole thing is.
But just as you start to lose control, Sakura pulls away, your cock slipping out of her dripping slit. You feel a pang of disappointment as your shaft is left unattended.
“Now you try, Eunchae.” she says, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs. “But I don’t want you to do the same position. Ride him. Let him see that you feel every thrust.”
Eunchae blushes, but climbs onto the bed, positioning herself over you and lifting up her skirt. You hold your cock steady as she slowly lowers herself down, her pussy engulfing you. For someone who just lost her virginity, she’s still unbearably tight.
It takes some work but Eunchae lets out the first moan once you are fully sheathed in her pussy. You soon moan along with her as she starts to move, rocking her hips. Sakura watches from the side, her hand snaking down to finger herself as she gives instructions.
“Use your hips, Eunchae. Grind against him,” she pants, her fingers working her clit. “Make yourself feel good too.”
Eunchae follows Sakura’s guidance, her movements becoming more confident. She bounces on your cock, her wet heat gripping you like a vice.
You watch as your stepsister’s innocence got reduced to nothing by none other than yourself. The shy, quiet girl is nowhere to be seen, replaced by the depraved, cock hungry slut riding your cock.
“Just like that, sweetie. You are doing so good. Show him how much you love his cock.” Sakura praises, her digits deep in her slit as she fingers herself to her daughter getting thoroughly ruined.
You can feel your orgasm approaching, your balls tightening as Eunchae continues to ride you vigorously. And by the way she’s getting unbearably tight, she’s not so far behind either.
But once again, your pleasure is denied by Sakura.
“Okay, good job. But we don’t want this to end too quickly, do we?”
Eunchae whimpers, her hips still moving reflexively, but obeys Sakura and lifts herself off you. Your cock slips out of her with an obscene sound, still hard and glistening with her juices.
“Now it’s time to learn how to eat pussy,” Sakura announces, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs. “Come here, sweetie. I’ll show you how it’s done.”
You crawl over to Sakura, settling between her thighs. Her pussy is pink and swollen, dripping with arousal. “Start by licking my clit,” she instructs. “Use the flat of your tongue and apply pressure.”
You do as she say, leaning in and lapping at her clit. Sakura moans, her hips bucking up to meet your mouth. “Yes, just like that. Now, suck on it gently.”
You obey, closing your lips around her clit and sucking lightly. Sakura’s moans grow louder and more desperate, her thighs clamping around your head as she nears her peak.
“Fuck, yes!” She cries out, her back arching off the bed. “Don’t stop, baby. Make me cum on that pretty little mouth of yours.”
You double your efforts, sucking harder on her clit as you slip a finger inside her tight channel. Sakura screams, her pussy clamping around your digits as she comes hard, gushing all over your face.
You lap up her juice, relishing the sweet taste of her arousal. Sakura goes limp, panting heavily as she comes down from her high.
“Very good, sweetie. Now it’s Eunchae’s turn. Make her cum just like you did with me.”
Eunchae gets into position, laying down on the bed and spreading her legs. You crawl over to her, settling between her thighs just like you did with Sakura.
You start licking Eunchae’s pussy, mimicking the movement Sakura taught you. Eunchae moans, her hips twitching as she tries to stay still.
Sakura watches, her hand idly stroking her pussy as she recovers from her orgasm. “That’s it, sweetie. Lick her nice and slow. Tease her a little.”
Eunchae’s moans fill the room as you work her over, alternating between licks and sucks. You can feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, her thighs trembling on either side of your head.
“That’s it,” Sakura purrs, watching with hungry eyes. “Make her cum all over that sweet mouth of yours. Show her how good it feels to be eaten out by her brother”
Sakura’s filthy words urge you on and you redouble your efforts, fucking Eunchae with your tongue as you suck hard on her slit. She cries out, her pussy spasming as she comes undone, flooding your mouth with her essence.
You lap up her juice greedily, savouring her taste. Eunchae turns boneless, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.
“Now, now, you can’t get tired yet,” Sakura tells Eunchae. “We still have to make him cum. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be fair. Afterall, he works so hard.”
Eunchae slowly gets up, her hair a mess as she climbs off the bed. You watch the two gorgeous women kneel in front of you, their eyes alight with desire.
“Now, Eunchae. This is the finishing touch. You can’t do any wrong here,” Sakura instructs. “Soft strokes, teasing touches…you want to drive him crazy before you empty his balls.”
Sakura begins stroking you,and soon, Eunchae follows. You groan as their delicate fingers work along your shaft, tending to every throbbing vein. They work perfectly in harmony, one pumping what the other can’t, so that no part of your cock is denied from pleasure.
“You like that baby?” Sakura asks, her voice breathy. “You like us touching your big, hard cock?”
“Fuck, yes,” you growl, your head swimming with the filthiest thoughts. At this point, you are not sure you even remember your name. Because it feels that good.
Sakura smirks up at you. “Mm, such a polite boy. But I think you deserve a special treat.”
She leans in, her hot breath ghosting over the head of your cock. “Don’t you think?”
She doesn’t give you a chance to respond before taking your tip into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. Eunchae is quick to join her, her lips gliding along your shaft.
“Oh fuck,” you groan, your head falling back as they blow you with enthusiasm. Sakura takes you deep, her lips stretched around your girth as she bobs up and down. Eunchae focuses on your balls, sucking and licking until they are tight and aching.
Just as it becomes too much to bear, Sakura pulls her mouth off your throbbing cock with a pop. She grins wickedly, her hand coming up to pump your shaft.
“That’s it, baby,” she purrs. “You’re close, aren’t you? I want you to cum all over our faces. Paint us nice and pretty.”
Eunchae joins in, stroking you in tandem with her mother. Their hands move in perfect sync, twisting and squeezing in just the right way to drive you wild.
“Please, big brother,” Eunchae begs, her voice high and needy. “Paint me with your hot, sticky seed. I want to feel it dripping down my face.”
Hearing your stepsister talks drity for the first time finally pushes you over the edge. You explode, your cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum shoot out and splatter across Sakura and Eunchae’s faces.
They moan in delight, their tongues darting out to catch the drops that land on their lips. Their faces are a perverted facial mask, adorned with pearly streaks of your seed.
When you are finally spent, they sit back on their haunches, grinning up at you with cum-streaked faces. “So messy,” Sakura giggles. “But so very satisfying. You did so well, sweetie. I’m so proud of you.”
Eunchae nods in agreement, licking a stray drop from the corner of her mouth. “Mmm, I didn’t think it would be that fun. Maybe we should do it again.”
who is your most broken idols ship for smut you can have? im talking about two girls who have little even never interacts with eo but you know they look good kiss eo/kissing you in 3some (you can have more than one ships if you like)
like for example, i think about sana and asa a lot
Probably Yeji and Haerin, the canine and the fline. Just imagine Yeji being the dom while Haerin being a helpless sub.
It has nearly been a year since I debuted on tumblr with my first fic. I was a reader before and all the good ones I read finally pushed me to write something myself. To be honest, all the supports I received came as a surprise. I was doing it as a hobby (and partly because I'm horny lol) and didn't expect much. But all the love everyone showed told me otherwise. A while ago, my follower count reached 2k and I thought "Wow. I've come this far." It has been an amazing journey and my deepest thanks go out to every writer and reader who have supported me through out the way. Really, you guys are the best 💗.
And I want to make an announcement. I have never accepted requests before but as a token of gratitude, I will accept a single request (cuz I'm too lazy yea). So, you can send me your request with an idol of your choice and a prompt (It doesn't need to be detailed. Just tell me what I'm working with). I will accept requests from April 10 to 12 and then choose one to write. It's not that I have a big ego. It's just that I have a habit of putting off stuff and I don't think I can write multiple requests in time.
She stands in the doorway like some final boss you didn’t agree to fight - wearing a sleeveless halter-style crop top and denim shorts that let her long legs stretch halfway into your peripheral vision. Arms folded tight across her chest, one eyebrow arched, the full disapproval of a disappointed mom compressed into the expression of your stepsister.
You don’t even bother looking up from the screen. “Didn’t you just spend three hours doing a face mask and dancing in your room?”
She scoffs, walking in like she owns the place. “That was productive,” she declares, brushing past the pile of laundry she’s supposed to fold. “You’ve been in the same spot since, like, breakfast.”
“I was gonna make it to Diamond today…” you mutter, fingers locked around the controller as your eyes scan for movement on screen. Apex Legends. This was supposed to be the peaceful part of your day - parents gone on vacation for a week, fridges stocked, no one to nag you.
Correction: no adults to nag you.
“Ran out of things to do,” Wonyoung shrugs, now leaning against the side of the dining table. Her voice drops into a familiar drawl - the one that says she’s decided her new hobby is annoying the hell out of you. “You’re more fun than TikTok when you’re grumpy.”
“And you’re more annoying than a lag spike mid-fight,” you say, just as your character vaults into a crossfire and gets absolutely shredded. You groan, dropping your head back against the couch with a thud. “Are you serious? You made me die.”
“I breathed,” she says innocently, plopping down on the table. “That’s not a crime.”
You shoot her a look. “You’re a walking distraction.”
She smirks. “A cute one.”
You sigh, tossing the controller onto the table. “Alright, fine. What do you want to do, Your Highness?”
Wonyoung grins like she’s won a battle you didn’t even know you were fighting. “Now that’s the spirit. Let’s play a game.” She says, a mischievous glint lighting up her eyes.
You narrow yours in response. “What kind of game?”
“It’s simple,” she says, rummaging through a drawer and pulling out a scarf. “You blindfold me, feed me some fruit, and I guess what it is.”
You blink. “What.”
“It’s not that hard to understand, is it?”
You stare at her, and then at the scarf in her hands. “Is this another of your weird TikTok trends? Is there a hidden camera? Because I’m not getting cancelled for being a test dummy.”
Wonyoung snorts, rolling her eyes as she tosses the scarf at you. “No, genius. This one’s just something I saw in a variety show. Thought it would be funny.”
You raise a brow. "Funny for who?"
“I don’t know. Depends how bad your fruit selection is,” she says, moving to sit cross-legged on the couch, looking way too comfortable for your liking. “Come on. I’m bored, you’re not ranking up any time soon, and the fridge is basically a produce section waiting to be useful.”
You sigh, glancing longingly at your paused game screen. Yeah. You were really starting to regret asking what she wanted to do.
“Fine,” you mutter, getting up with the enthusiasm of someone heading to a war zone. “But you better leave me alone after this.”
“No promises,” Wonyoung says sweetly, dismissing you with a wave of her hand.
You trudge into the kitchen, muttering under your breath the whole way. This was supposed to be a peaceful, game-filled holiday. No chores. No chaos. And definitely no blindfolded guess-the-fruit game with your bratty stepsister.
The fridge hums as you open it. Inside, lined up neatly in their little Tupperware containers - probably arranged by your mom before they left - are the fruits of your impromptu challenge: strawberries, blueberries, kiwi, mango…
And then you spot it.
A lemon.
Sliced and peeled, its bright yellow wedges sitting there like temptation itself.
You smirk. “Perfect.”
You grab a handful of each and toss them into a bowl, then make your way back into the living room, where Wonyoung is still sitting on the couch like she’s at a sleepover from hell. She cranes her head at the sound of your footsteps.
“About time,” she says. “You pick the ripest mango, or are you stalling?”
“No. I just wanted to make sure I had something special for you,” you reply, holding up the scarf with an evil little flourish. “Alright, come here.”
Wonyoung drops to her knees, her long hair falling down her back as she lifts her chin, blindly obedient for once. You loop the scarf around her head and pull it snug - maybe a little too snug.
“Hey! Not that tight,” she protests, wriggling a little.
“If you can’t see, you can’t cheat,” you say. “Rules are rules.”
She huffs. “Like I’d want to cheat. I’m just better than you at everything, naturally.”
You chuckle under your breath, giving the knot a final tug. “We’ll see about that.”
She sticks out her tongue at you blindly, which somehow feels very on-brand. You set the bowl on the couch and lean in close.
“Ready?”
Wonyoung tilts her face up, lips parted slightly in expectation, blindfold on, hands resting neatly on her lap like she’s waiting for royalty to be served.
You pick out a slice of strawberry first - safe, soft, sweet. You gently press it to her lips.
She takes it without hesitation, chewing thoughtfully for all of two seconds.
“Strawberry,” she declares confidently.
You raise an eyebrow. “Lucky guess.”
She scoffs. “Please. That one was way too easy. Try harder.”
Alright then.
You go for a kiwi next. A little tangier, but still nothing wild. You plan the piece onto her waiting tongue, watching as she chews with a smug little smile forming on her face.
“Kiwi,” she says, almost yawning through it.
You lean back slightly, arms crossed. “You sure you are not peeking under there?”
“Maybe you are just bad at picking hard ones,” she shoots back, tilting her chin up like she’s ready for the next round. “This is way too easy. You’ll have to step it up if you want to beat me.”
Your smirk widens. “Oh, don’t worry. I plan to.”
You reach into the bowl, and pick out a slice of lemon. If she wants it to be hard, you will make it hard. You line it up to her lips, and she takes it without suspicion.
The moment it touches her tongue, her whole body jerks.
Her face scrunches like she’s been electrocuted, eyebrows drawn together, lips pursed as she lets out a muffled curse. “What the fuck was that?!”
You burst out laughing. “What? I thought the game was too easy?”
“You are the worst,” she sputters, spitting out the last of the sour pulp.
“And you’re the one who wanted to play,” you shrug, still laughing. “It’s ok if you want to back out now. I understand.”
She snorts. “As if I would. Come on. Give me another. But you better make it a good one.”
You look down at your stepsister, still on her knees, mouth open and ready for the next “fruit”. And you realize, at this moment, she looks no different from a prostitute waiting for a facefuck.
An idea forms in your mind - why don’t you have real fun with this game? This bratty slut of a sister has done nothing but ruin your holiday. She deserves to be punished.
Slowly, you unzip your pants and pull out your hard, throbbing cock. It has already grown to full length from your not-so-innocent imaginations, the tip leaking with pre-cum. And more importantly, it’s the last thing she expects.
“Here’s the next one for you to taste,” you say smoothly, gripping the base and guiding it towards her waiting mouth. “Open wide.”
For a split second, Wonyoung hesitates at the glee in your voice. Then her lips part eagerly, tongue darting out to welcome you inside. You thrust forward, pushing your cock past her lips and onto her tongue.
She gags a little at the sudden intrusion but quickly adjusts, swirling her tongue around as she takes you deeper, desperately searching for a clue about the foreign object in her mouth. Little does she know that it’s doing more good to you than her. The wet heat of her mouth feels incredible and you have to suppress a moan.
“Mmm, what do you think it is?” you ask, pulling back slightly to let her speak.
“B-bana-na,” she mumbles around your cock, bobbing her head to take you further. Her hands come to grip your thigh for balance as she continues to suck your tip in an attempt to decipher the mysterious “fruit”.
You smirk down at her, amused by her obliviousness. “Wrong,” you chuckle darkly, shoving your cock back into her mouth and down her throat. She gags and sputters, drool dripping down her chin, but you hold her there, reveling in the way her throat constricts around you.
“Guess again,” you growl, starting to thrust shallowly, fucking her pretty little face. She gurgles, tears streaming down her cheek, then pulls back just enough to gasp out.
“C-cucumber?” she stutters, confused.
You pause, debating whether she’s just acting clueless or genuinely dumb enough not to know a cock is in her mouth. The way her brows furrow in confusion suggests the latter, but you can’t be sure.
“Wrong again,” you say flatly, holding her head steady as you slowly slide your cock in and out of her mouth. “You know what it is, don’t you? Don’t play innocent.”
Wonyoung makes a muffled noise of protest, trying to pull back. But you tighten your grip on her hair, forcing her to take your cock deeper. “Nngh…I-don’t….know…” she whimpers, gagging as you hit the back of her throat.
You snort derisively. “You’re not backing down, are you? Not my little sister, the one who’s better at everything than me.”
There. You have hit her sore spot. You know Wonyoung’s ego is bigger than her head. Even if she’s out of her depth, she’ll never admit defeat.
You take advantage of her hesitation, starting to fuck her mouth in earnest. Wonyoung gags and spatters, hands scrabbling at your thighs as you use her face. Her face is a mess of tears and saliva but she doesn’t try to pull away, determined to endure.
“Good girl,” you purr mockingly, thrusting harder. “Tell me when you know what it is. At least you are getting an A+ for effort.”
Wonyoung just whimpers, drool streaming down her chin as she struggles to breathe through her nose. But she shows no signs of quitting, despite the degrading filth coming out of her mouth and the overwhelming sensation of being choked by your thick cock. Afterall, nothing can be worse than defeat.
You suddenly force your cock all the way down her throat, stretching her gag reflex to the limit. She slaps frantically at your thigh, coughing and choking around your cock as it invades her airway.
But there’s no room for mercy here. You hold her there, relishing in the feeling of her throat squeezing your cock, silencing her protests. Tears stream down her face as she struggles for air, nose pressed firmly against your pelvis.
After what feels like an eternity, you finally pull back. Wonyoung coughs violently, heaving and sputtering as she gasps and retches.
“Giving up already?” you ask, cock still rock hard and glistening with her spit.
If she isn’t blindfolded, you are sure she would be glaring. “Fuck you,” she rasps, voice hoarse from the abuse. “I’m not giving up. Just…let me try again.”
You smirk down at her, almost impressed with her insistence. “Oh? You want another taste?”
Wonyoung swallows hard, nodding mutedly. You grip her hair, yanking her head back and shoving your cock back into her mouth without warning.
“Mmph!” Wonyoung gasps as you bottom out in her throat, forcing her to take every inch. You start fucking her face again, determined to push her to her limits.
“Take it slut,” you growl, setting a punishing pace. “You wanted to play this game, so fucking take it like the whore you are.”
You have abandoned any shred of gentleness, fucking her face with brutal intensity. Wonyoung claws at your thighs as she’s used like a cheap fleshlight. But nonetheless, she persists. The lack of air can’t be more important than her pride.
Her defiances only spurs your on and you set a brutal pace, fucking her face like a man possessed. Your hips snap forward violently, slamming your cock into her throat over and over.
“Fuck, your little throat feels so good,” you grunt, holding her head steady as you ravage her mouth. “Take it all, you dumb slut. Let me use your face like the whore you are.”
The filthy wet sound of your fucking fill the room, punctuated by Wonyoung’s muffled gugrles and choking noises. You can feel her throat constricting around you, fighting the intrusion. But you don’t let up, slamming balls deep and grinding against her face. “Fuck, look at you. Choking on my cock like a slut. You are fucking pathetic.”
Wonyoung whimpers, hands scrabbling weakly at your thighs. But you just laugh, fucking her harder. “Oh no, you don’t get to quit now. We’re not done yet until I say we are done.”
You set a brutal pace, pounding into her tight throat like a jackhammer. Wonyoung’s toes curl, her body growing limp as she’s facefucked into oblivion. You can feel your orgasm building, balls drawing up tight. But you hold back, wanting to humilitae her one last time.
You yank her off your cock, letting her gasp for air. But before she can breathe, you slap your thick shaft against her tongue, smacking it obscenely.
“Come on, stupid,” you sneer. “You really don’t know what this is? How fucking dumb are you?”
“You mother-” But before she can finish protesting, you shove your cock back into her mouth, muffling her curses. She gags and sputters around your length in shock and humiliation.
You fuck her face with renewed vigour, grunting as you near your peak. “Open wide, slut. You are gonna know what this fruit is now.”
With a final brutal thrust, you bottom out in her throat, spurting thick ropes of cum directly into her stomach. She chokes and retches, gagging on the sudden flood of semen, but you hold her in place, forcing her to swallow every last drop. Only when you’re completely spent do you release her, letting her fall back gasping and heaving.
Wonyoung’s throat is red and raw, her lips swollen and bruised. Cum and saliva drip from her chin to the floor. She looks thoroughly used, a broken mess.
You admire your filthy work, tucking yourself away. “Now do you know what it is?”
It takes a while for Wonyoung to catch her breath.
