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Eunbi

[jupiterpilgrim]

Hands-On Help

Eunbi x Wonyoung x male reader

word count: 10K

The gentle crunch of gravel under your tires is the first sound of home you’ve both heard in days. You kill the engine in the driveway, the sudden silence amplifying the soft sigh that escapes Eunbi’s lips from the passenger seat. You look over at her, not as a patient in a sterile hospital room, but as your girlfriend, finally back where she belongs. Her left leg is encased in a thick, white cast from her ankle to just below her knee, propped up awkwardly on a pile of pillows you’d arranged.

You get out and circle the car, opening her door with a careful slowness. She gives you a tired but grateful smile as you lean in, your hands already moving to help her navigate the impossibly clumsy exit from the car seat. Her fingers grip your arm. You slide one arm under her legs, avoiding the cast, and the other around her back, scooping her up. She’s light, always has been, but you’re hyper-aware of every potential jostle, every move that could send a jolt of pain through her.

Oh yeah. The next few months are gonna be pretty tough for Eunbi.

Her guilt about the accident is evident in every breath. It’s been hanging around her like a cheap perfume since it happened. Just a stupid, simple accident. She was at the studio, reaching for a box on a high shelf, overextending on a wobbly step stool she knew she should have thrown out ages ago. The fall was nasty. A clean break in her tibia and a severely bruised lower back from where she slammed into a rack of equipment on the way down. You’ve told her a dozen times it wasn’t her fault, that it was just bad luck, but you see the way she winces, and you know it’s not just from the pain.

"I got you," you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her temple as you carry her toward the front door. You fumble with the keys for a second before managing to get the door open, stepping over the threshold into the familiar comfort of your home. The crutches are waiting right where you left them, leaning against the entryway table.

You gently set her down on the plush living room couch, her body sinking into the cushions. For a moment, you both just breathe. She’s home. Finally.

"Alright, mission accomplished," you say, trying to keep your tone light. "Now you have one job and one job only: be a couch potato. A queen, even. Your throne awaits. I'll take care of literally everything else."

Eunbi’s brow furrows, that familiar look of stubbornness you know so well creeping onto her face. She pushes herself up a bit, her hand resting on her sore back.

"I can't just sit here and watch you do everything. It’s not fair. Let me at least handle dinner. I can sit on a stool in the kitchen."

You move to sit on the coffee table in front of her, taking her hands in yours. They feel small and cool.

"Hey. We talked about this. No. You need to rest, properly rest, so you can heal. I’ve got this. All of it. I want to do it."

You lean in and kiss her, a soft, lingering press of lips that’s meant to convey everything you can’t always put into words. Your love, your relief, your unwavering promise to care for her. When you pull back, you see the shine of guilt still swimming in her eyes. You know she feels like a burden, and you hate it.

"First things first," you say, changing the subject. "Let's get you out of these hospital-issue sweats and into a proper shower. You’ll feel a million times better."

Getting her to the bathroom is a slow, careful process involving the crutches and your steadying hands. The bathroom feels small and cramped as you help her. You grab the plastic shower stool you bought yesterday and place it securely under the spray. You help her peel off the loose-fitting clothes, your fingers brushing against her warm skin. Her body is just as you’ve memorized it: compact, toned, but crowned with those incredible breasts, full and heavy and so wonderfully out of proportion with the rest of her petite frame.

They’re your favorite paradox.

The logistics of the shower are tricky. You wrap her cast securely in a heavy-duty plastic bag, sealing it tight with tape. You help her onto the stool, her hands gripping your shoulders for balance. You stay with her, adjusting the water temperature until it’s perfect, lathering a washcloth and gently scrubbing her back, her shoulders, her arms. It’s an act of pure intimacy, stripped of lust and built on a foundation of care. You wash her hair, your fingers massaging her scalp, and she leans her head back, her eyes closed, a genuine, relaxed smile finally gracing her lips. After rinsing her off, you carefully help her out, wrapping her in the fluffiest towel you own before getting her into a pair of your softest sleep shorts and one of your old, worn-in t-shirts. The fabric hangs loose on her, smelling like you.

Once she’s settled back on the couch, a fortress of pillows built around her, you head to the kitchen with a renewed sense of purpose.

"To celebrate your triumphant return, I will be preparing your absolute favorite," you announce dramatically. "Spicy kimchi jjigae."

You can hear her soft laugh from the living room. You’re not the best cook, but you can follow instructions. You pull up a tutorial on your phone, propping it against the backsplash. You wash the rice, chop the onions and tofu, and pull the tub of aged kimchi from the fridge. The familiar, pungent smell fills the kitchen. You’re focused, determined to make this perfect for her. The sizzling of pork belly hitting the hot pot is a satisfying sound, and for a while, you lose yourself in the methodical process of cooking.

You’re stirring the bubbling, vibrant red stew when you hear the soft thud and scrape of crutches against the hardwood floor. You turn to see Eunbi standing in the kitchen doorway, looking small and serious in your oversized shirt.

"Hey, you're supposed to be resting, remember?" you chide gently.

She ignores you, her gaze intense.

"So, how are we going to do it?"

You blink, confused by the sudden shift in topic. You gesture with the ladle towards the steaming pot.

"Do what? The soup? It's almost done. Smells pretty good, right?"

"No," she says. "Sex."

You almost drop the ladle. You let out a short, surprised laugh, turning back to the stove to busy your hands.

"Babe, that’s... not exactly a priority right now. It's irrelevant. The only thing you need to be focused on is getting better."

She hobbles a step closer, her expression unwavering.

"It’s not irrelevant. It's a healthy and necessary habit for human beings. Especially for us."

And damn it, she’s right. The two of you fuck. A lot. It’s not just a habit; it’s a part of your language, the way you connect and de-stress and show love. It’s woven into the fabric of your relationship. You can’t imagine going weeks, maybe even a month or more, without it. Without feeling the weight of her on top of you, without burying your face in those amazing tits, without burying yourself deep inside her.

The memory of the hospital handjob flashes in your mind. It was late, after visiting hours, the room dim and quiet. She’d insisted, her small hand working you under the thin blanket with a practiced skill that was both frustrating and incredibly hot. You’d come with a muffled groan, the release sharp but fleeting, a pale imitation of the real thing. It was a temporary fix for a much bigger problem.

You turn off the stove and face her fully, leaning back against the counter. You let out a long breath, your eyes tracing the outline of her body.

"Don't worry about it right now," you say. "Seriously. We'll figure something out. One thing at a time. The only thing on the menu tonight is my world-famous, YouTube-certified kimchi jjigae."

She holds your gaze for a long moment, and you know this conversation isn't over. Not by a long shot. But for now, she gives a small nod, a silent truce.

—

The days bleed into a new kind of rhythm, a quiet routine built around medication schedules and careful movements. Your leave from work stretches out, and the apartment becomes your entire world. Mornings start not with a shared alarm and tangled limbs, but with the soft whir of the coffee maker and the task of preparing a breakfast tray. You carry it into the bedroom where Eunbi is already awake, propped up against a mountain of pillows, her laptop open. She’s slowly getting the hang of this forced inactivity, finding a certain peace in the long, uninterrupted hours to read or catch up on shows she’d missed.

"Morning, your highness," you say, placing the tray over her lap. Today it’s avocado toast and a perfectly peeled orange. "Your loyal servant brings offerings."

She smiles, a genuine, warm thing that still makes your chest ache. "My loyal servant is going to throw his own back out if he keeps sleeping on that goddamn couch."

"The couch and I have come to an understanding," you retort, sitting on the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle her. "Besides, you need the space. I'm a restless sleeper. I'd probably kick you in my sleep and then I'd have to kill myself out of guilt."

"You would not," she says, but she squeezes your hand. "Thank you, though. For being so careful."

You lean in and kiss her, a soft, chaste peck. It’s the new currency of your physical affection. These small, tender moments have replaced the deep, hungry kisses that used to lead to tangled sheets and bruised lips. You take care of everything. The laundry, the dishes, the grocery shopping. You learn how to navigate the narrow aisles of the supermarket with a cart full of things she likes, you learn how to clean the bathroom without waking her, you learn the precise angle to arrange the pillows on the couch for maximum comfort and minimal back pain. You don't mind it. Seeing her comfortable, seeing that small flicker of her old, bright energy return, is worth every bit of it.

Some evenings, a couple of her friends, Yena and Chaewon, come over. They bring cheap wine and gossip, spreading out on the living room floor while Eunbi holds court from the couch.

"Honestly, you're milking this," Yena says, gesturing dramatically with her wine glass. "Full-time house husband, meals on demand. You should break your other leg when this one heals."

Eunbi laughs, a real, full-throated sound that feels like a victory. "Don't tempt me. I could get used to this."

You just smile from the kitchen, refilling a bowl of chips. You play their games, listen to their stories, and for a few hours, things almost feel normal. But then they leave, and the quiet settles back in, loaded with the things you're both not saying.

—

Almost a month has passed. Twenty-seven days. You're keeping count. Twenty-seven days since you last felt the slick heat of her around you, since you last heard the noises she makes when you push her over the edge. The absence is a physical thing, a constant, low-level hum of arousal under your skin. It's become a source of torment, a ghost in the house that lingers in every room.

Tonight, it's particularly bad. Eunbi took her pain medication an hour ago and is deep asleep in the bedroom, the door left slightly ajar. The only light in the apartment is the glow of your phone screen as you lie on the couch, the lumpy cushions digging into your back. You can't sleep. Your dick is uncomfortably hard against your pajama pants, a familiar, frustrating ache.

Giving up, you clench your jaw and let your mind drift, your hand tentatively moving down your stomach. It’s become your own secret, shameful routine. You close your eyes and summon her, the highlight reel of your sex life playing on the back of your eyelids.

Your fingers wrap around your length, slick with pre-cum, and you think about the beach. That trip you took to Jeju two summers ago. The thrill of it, sneaking away from the crowded shoreline at dusk, finding a secluded cove hidden by black volcanic rocks. The scratch of sand on your ass as she rode you, her silhouette stark against the bruised purple and orange of the sunset. Her gasps lost to the sound of the crashing waves, the salty spray misting on her skin. You remember the taste of salt on her lips when you kissed her.

Your pace quickens. You think about her parents' house, at the very beginning of your relationship. Sneaking her back into her room after a late movie, convinced you were silent assassins. The sheer, terrifying thrill of fucking her in her childhood bed, the headboard bumping softly against the wall with every slow, careful thrust. You had your hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her moans, her eyes wide and shining with a mixture of fear and exhilaration in the dim light filtering through her window. The memory of that risk, that shared secret, makes you groan quietly into your pillow.

You shift on the couch, your hips starting to buck into your hand. Your mind jumps forward. The first time you fucked her ass. She’d been nervous, but curious. You remember the ridiculous amount of lube you used, the patience in your hands as you prepped her, your fingers gently working her open until she was slick and ready. You remember the feeling of her tight, virgin heat finally engulfing you, the way she’d gripped the sheets, her knuckles white, her breath hitching. The way she’d looked back at you, a look of complete and utter trust, as you moved inside her.

Your climax is building, but you need one more push. You picture the last time you came inside her, just a few days before the accident. She’d been on her hands and knees on the bed, her ass high in the air, that incredible view of her cunt, slick and swollen for you. You were pounding into her from behind, your hands gripping her hips, the sound of your bodies slapping together filling the room. You remember telling her you were close, asking her if you could, and her breathless, "Yes, please, fill me up." The memory of that hot, explosive release deep inside her, of seeing your cum leak from her as she collapsed onto the bed, panting, is what finally sends you over the edge.

A shudder wracks your body. You come with a muffled grunt, the sticky cum spreading across your stomach. For a moment, there is only relief. But it’s quickly followed by a wave of crushing emptiness. It’s not the same. Wiping yourself clean with a tissue, you pull your pants back up and lie there, staring at the ceiling, feeling more frustrated than you did before.

The next morning, you’re quiet. You go through the motions of making breakfast, of bringing her coffee, but the energy between you is off. You’re distracted, your thoughts still sticky with last night’s memories. You’re standing at the sink, staring out the window while washing the dishes, when she speaks from the couch.

"You’re stressed."

It’s not a question. It’s a statement of fact. You turn, drying your hands on a dish towel.

"I’m not stressed. Just tired."

She gives you a look that says she sees right through your bullshit. She adjusts herself on the couch, a slight wince as she moves her back.

"I can feel it," she says, insistent. "It’s like you're a guitar string that's been wound too tight. I know you miss it. Fucking hell, I miss it too. Don’t think I don’t lie in bed at night, feeling you on the couch, and just... ache. We need to do something about this. It's not good for you. For us.”

And she's right. Even when doing household chores, your body is starting to betray you, trying to express what you don't want to say with words. The bathroom is steamy and warm, the mirror already fogged over. You’ve got the routine down to a science now. You help Eunbi hobble in, her hand gripping your bicep while the other manages her crutch. You get her settled on the closed toilet seat first, then run the bath, checking the temperature with your wrist until it’s just right, adding a capful of the lavender Epsom salts the doctor recommended.

Today, she’s just in a simple cotton bra and panties, the easiest things to get off without too much movement. As you help her stand, ready to guide her over the edge of the tub, she hesitates. Her fingers tighten on your arm.

"You're soaked," she says, her eyes drifting down to the dark, damp patches on the front of your t-shirt and jeans from where you’d leaned over the tub. "You get drenched every time you do this. Just get in with me."

You shake your head, a small smile on your face. It's an old argument. "I'm fine, seriously. It's just water. It's easier for me to help you from out here anyway."

You start to move again, but her hand slides from your bicep, down your chest, down your stomach, until her fingers brush against the front of your jeans. She doesn't need to press hard. Your dick, already half-aroused from the simple, intimate act of being so close to her nearly naked body, gives a traitorous twitch. Her fingers close around the thick ridge.

"You're not fine," she murmurs. Her eyes meet yours, and they're filled with a familiar, hungry look you haven't seen in weeks. "You're hard. You're always hard when we do this, aren't you?"

A hot flush of shame creeps up your neck. "Eunbi, stop. I'm sorry, I can't help it. It's not right, getting a boner while I'm supposed to be taking care of you."

"Why isn't it right?" she challenges, her thumb stroking you through the rough denim. "I'm your girlfriend. I love that my body still does this to you, even when it's broken." She looks down at her hand on your crotch. "Let me help you. I want to."

"It's okay," you insist, voice strained. The feeling of her hand, the look in her eyes, it’s all making you ache with a desperate, painful need. "We don't have to."

"Take off your pants," she commands softly. "Help me sit back down on the toilet. Please."

Her insistence breaks through your wall of guilt. The want, the raw need from both of you, is too strong to ignore. You nod slowly. With painstaking care, you help her pivot and lower herself back onto the toilet lid. It's not a graceful movement, and you see a flicker of pain cross her face as her back twinges. Still, she settles in, looking up at you expectantly.

You quickly unbutton your jeans and push them down, along with your boxers. Your cock springs free, thick and slick with precum, throbbing in the humid air. The sight of it seems to please her. A small, wicked smile plays on her lips.

"There you are," she whispers. "Come here."

You step between her legs. The angle is awkward. She has to lean forward from the waist, her hands gripping the edges of the toilet seat for balance. You try to help, placing your hands on her shoulders, but there’s no comfortable way to do this. She takes you in her mouth, and for a glorious second, it's heaven. Her lips are soft, her tongue is wet, and the feeling is so intensely familiar it almost makes your knees buckle.

But then she groans, a low sound of pain, not pleasure. She pulls back, her face tight.

"My back," she gasps, pressing a hand to her lower spine. "Fuck. I can't... I can't bend like that."

"It's okay. It's fine. Don't push yourself, seriously."

"No," she says. She glares at your still-throbbing erection as if it’s personally offended her. "It's not fine. I'm finishing this."

Before you can protest, her hand is wrapped firmly around your shaft. She starts stroking you, her movements sure and practiced, her eyes locked on yours. She uses the skills you know so well, the ones that drive you crazy, her fingers twisting at the base while her thumb circles the head. It's intensely hot, but it’s also clinical. It's a solution to a problem, not a shared act of passion. You watch her face, see the concentration, the determination, and you know she’s feeling the same disconnect. You close your eyes, trying to focus on the pleasure, but it's impossible to ignore the context, the fluorescent lights of the bathroom, the faint smell of lavender salts, the fact that your girlfriend is giving you a handjob while wincing in pain.

You come quickly, your orgasm a tight, almost painful burst of sensation. Your body shudders, and you bite back a groan, spilling your seed onto her hand and the floor. She doesn't flinch, just keeps stroking until the last twitch subsides. Then she slowly, carefully, reaches for some toilet paper and cleans herself off, her movements stiff.

—

A few days later, you’re in the middle of folding laundry in the living room when the doorbell buzzes, loud and jarring in the afternoon quiet. You frown, not expecting anyone. You open the door to find Wonyoung standing on your doorstep, a whirlwind of vibrant energy. She’s wearing a bright yellow sundress and oversized sunglasses, her arms laden with shopping bags that look like they’ve come from every cute boutique and fancy grocer in the city.

"Hey!" she says, her voice bright and cheerful. She pushes her sunglasses up onto her head, revealing perfectly made-up eyes. "Surprise!"

"Wonyoung, hey," you say, genuinely surprised. "Wow. Come in."

You step back to let her in, taking some of the bags from her. They're heavy.

"How is she?" Wonyoung asks immediately, her smile dimming with concern as she looks around the quiet apartment. "I feel so awful. My phone was barely working in half the places I was, and I just got back into the country yesterday. I came as soon as I could. I've been texting, but it's not the same."

"It's okay, she gets it," you assure her. "She's... she's doing okay. As much as she can be. She's in the bedroom, probably binge-watching something terrible."

Wonyoung nods and heads straight for the bedroom, leaving you to place the bags on the kitchen counter. You hear her call out Eunbi's name, followed by a squeal of pure delight from the bedroom that is the happiest sound you've heard from Eunbi in a month.

You follow them and lean against the doorframe, watching. Eunbi is sitting up straighter than you've seen her in weeks, her face lit up with a joy that’s completely real. Wonyoung is perched on the edge of the bed, already chattering a mile a minute, her hands fluttering as she talks. She looks sad for a moment, her eyes tracing the line of the cast on Eunbi's leg, but she quickly masks it with her bubbly personality.

"Okay, so, since I couldn't be here to play nurse, I brought supplies," Wonyoung announces, reaching for the bags you just brought in. She starts pulling out items with the flair of a game show host. "First, from the bakery she likes, a box of those stupidly expensive macarons. Then, a stack of the trashiest romance books I could find, because you need to rest your brain as well as your body. Also, these sheet masks that are supposed to make you look like a newborn baby, a bottle of this ridiculously fancy hand cream, and... ta-da! The entire season of that dumb show which isn't available on any streaming service in this country, for some reason.”

Eunbi laughs, picking up the box of macarons. "Wony, this is too much."

"Nonsense," Wonyoung declares. "It's the bare minimum for my best friend who decided to try out for the Cirque du Soleil without me."

Eunbi smiles, and it’s a good smile, but as she looks over the pile of gifts, you see it falter. Eunbi’s gaze shifts from the pile of gifts on her bed to you, leaning in the doorway. There's a new, resolute glint in her eyes. She gives you a small, deliberate smile.

"Honey, could you be an absolute angel and make me a coffee? A proper one, from the machine. I think I need the caffeine."

She then turns her attention back to her friend.

"Wony, do you want anything? Tea? Water?"

Wonyoung shakes her head, her eyes still full of concern for Eunbi, not taking her gaze off her for a second. "No, I'm good, thanks."

"Sure," you say, happy for a task, happy to do anything that might make her feel even a little bit better. You push yourself off the doorframe. "One life-saving latte, coming right up."

You head to the kitchen, leaving them alone. You busy yourself with the familiar ritual of the espresso machine (grinding the beans, tamping the grounds, steaming the milk). The loud, mechanical noises fill the apartment, covering the low murmur of their voices from the other room.

The moment the door clicks shut, the bright, performative energy in the bedroom evaporates. Wonyoung scoots closer on the bed, her expression serious. She takes Eunbi's hand, her thumb stroking over her knuckles.

"Okay, spill. And don't you dare say you're 'fine' again. What's actually going on? How are things... with you two?"

Eunbi lets out a long, shaky breath, the one she's clearly been holding in. She squeezes Wonyoung's hand.

"He's been amazing. Honestly, Wony, he's been perfect. He does everything. He cooks, he cleans, he sleeps on that awful couch just so I have more room. He's been so fucking patient and sweet and careful... I couldn't ask for a better guy. I love him so much it hurts."

Wonyoung nods, a soft, understanding smile on her face. "I know. He's a good one. I'm so happy he's taking such good care of you." She pauses, her gaze sharpening slightly. "So if he's so perfect, what's wrong? Why did you look like you were about to cry when I showed you those stupid face masks?"

Eunbi’s shoulders slump. She looks down at their joined hands, unable to meet her friend's eyes.

"It's the sex," she whispers. "We haven't. Not properly. For almost a month. And you know me. You know what that's like for us."

Wonyoung's face softens completely. Oh. Of course. That. She knows Eunbi better than almost anyone. She knows that for Eunbi, sex isn't just sex; it's communication, it's stress relief, it's the glue. It's as necessary as breathing. And Wonyoung has seen firsthand just how high Eunbi's libido runs.

"Oh, poor girl," she murmurs sympathetically. "God, I can only imagine. That has to be so hard. For both of you."

"He's been so good about it," Eunbi continues, her voice gaining a desperate edge. "But I see it. He thinks he's hiding it, but he's so... frustrated. He's tense all the time. He gets this look on his face sometimes, when he thinks I'm not looking. I just wish there was something I could do for him, to thank him, to make him feel good. He deserves to feel good."

Wonyoung sighs, patting her hand. "It's a shitty situation, there's no way around it. But there really isn't anything you can do right now except focus on getting better. Soon enough, you'll be healed, and you two can go back to fucking like rabbits, just like always."

Eunbi is quiet for a moment. She stares at the wall, a strange, thoughtful expression on her face. Then, her eyes slowly widen. A spark ignites in their depths, an idea so sudden and brilliant it's almost visible. She turns to Wonyoung, her grip tightening. The shift in her energy is so abrupt it makes Wonyoung straighten up, a sense of unease creeping over her.

"What?" Wonyoung asks, worried. "What's that look for? That's your crazy idea face. I know that face."

"You said there's nothing I can do," Eunbi says. "But maybe there's something you can do."

Wonyoung lets out a nervous laugh, pulling her hand away. "Me? What could I possibly do to help? I can bring more macarons?"

Eunbi shakes her head, her gaze unwavering. She recaptures Wonyoung's hand, holding it tight. "I know this is going to sound insane. Completely crazy. But you're the only person in the entire world I trust enough to even ask this."

She takes a deep breath.

"I want you to have sex with him."

The words hang in the air, stunning Wonyoung into absolute silence. Her jaw goes slack. A deep, crimson blush floods her cheeks, so immediate and intense it looks painful. She snatches her hand back as if she’s been burned.

"What? Are you—Eunbi, what the fuck? No! I can't—you can't be serious."

"I've never been more serious in my life," Eunbi presses. "He's amazing in bed, Wony. You won't regret it. He's attentive, he's strong, he knows what he's doing."

Wonyoung stands up from the bed, pacing the small space between the bed and the wall. She's flustered, running a hand through her hair. "That's not the point! That is so, so not the point! He's your boyfriend!"

"And you're my best friend!" Eunbi counters. She softens her tone, trying a different tactic. "Wony, remember... back in the day? Before him. It wouldn't be the first time for us. For you and me."

The reminder hangs in the air, a ghost of drunken nights and shared beds and blurry, exploratory touches. Wonyoung stops pacing, her back to Eunbi.

"That was different," she says quietly. "That was years ago. And you were single. We were just... messing around. This is... this is your life. Your partner."

"Which is why it has to be you!" Eunbi insists, her voice pleading now. "Because I trust you. I would be so, so grateful. I can't stand seeing him like this, and I can't stand feeling so useless. Please, Wony. Do it for me. As a favor."

Wonyoung lets out a long, shaky sigh. She turns around slowly, her face a mess of conflicting emotions. She's horrified, flattered, and undeniably intrigued, all at once.

"Does... does he know about this insane plan?"

A sly, confident smile touches Eunbi's lips for the first time. "I can convince him. He'll do anything for me right now." She pats the spot on the bed next to her. "Come over for dinner. This Friday. We'll open some wine, I'll talk to him. It'll be cool. Relaxed."

Wonyoung stares at her, her mind racing. It’s a terrible idea. A catastrophic, relationship-destroying idea. But she also sees the desperate hope in her best friend's eyes. And a deeper, more selfish part of her, a part she hates to acknowledge, feels a flicker of curiosity.

"I'm going to need a lot of wine," Wonyoung finally mumbles, sinking back down onto the bed in defeat. "Like, a whole fucking case."

Eunbi giggles. She leans over and hugs Wonyoung tightly. "Thank you," she whispers into her ear. Then she pulls back, a mischievous glint in her eye. "And don't even try to pretend that a tiny part of you doesn't like the idea."

Just then, the bedroom door opens, and you walk back in, a steaming mug in your hand. You’re smiling, oblivious to the monumental, life-altering conversation that has just taken place.

"One perfectly crafted latte for the patient," you announce, handing the mug to Eunbi. "So, what were you two whispering so intensely about? Solving world peace?"

Eunbi takes the mug, her expression instantly transforming back into one of casual sweetness. She shoots a quick, warning glance at Wonyoung, who is still looking slightly shell-shocked.

"Nothing much," Eunbi says smoothly. "Just girl stuff. And by the way, Wonyoung is going to come over for dinner on Friday night. Isn't that great?"

You beam at Wonyoung. "Awesome! Yeah, that'll be great. It'll be nice to have you here."

You are completely, blissfully unaware of what you've just agreed to.

—

The aroma of baked cheese, rich tomato sauce, and garlic fills your small apartment. You pull the lasagna from the oven, its top a beautiful, bubbling mosaic of golden-brown mozzarella. You managed not to burn it. A small victory, but a victory nonetheless. You place the heavy ceramic dish on the stovetop to cool, feeling a flicker of pride.

You've spent the better part of the afternoon helping Eunbi get ready. It felt good, like a return to a different kind of normalcy. You helped her pick out a dress; a simple, black slip dress that hangs beautifully on her frame and is easy to wear even with her cast. She looks breathtaking. The simple black fabric highlights the creamy skin of her shoulders and the swell of her breasts, and the dark makeup makes her eyes look huge and luminous.

She hobbles into the kitchen on her crutches, a vision in black silk, and a real, predatory smile on her lips. She looks you up and down, and for the first time in a while, her gaze feels less like that of a patient and more like that of a lover assessing her prey.

"Everything looks amazing, baby," she says. "And you know, since you've been such a good boy, working so hard to take care of me... I have a little surprise for you tonight."

You turn from the lasagna, wiping your hands on a kitchen towel. "A surprise? What kind of surprise? Did you order me a medal for my world-class nursing skills?"

Her smile widens. "Something like that. Our good friend Wonyoung, being the absolute saint that she is, has graciously agreed to come over tonight to help you... ease some of your tension."

You let out a confused laugh. You look at her, then at the two wine glasses and the extra bottle of red wine sitting on the counter. "Okay, you're going to have to be a little clearer than that. Is she bringing a massage gun? Because my back is killing me from this couch."

Eunbi takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her crutches making a soft thud on the linoleum. She closes the small gap between you, looking directly into your eyes.

"No, baby. No massage gun. Tonight, you're going to fuck Wonyoung's tight, pink pussy."

You actually feel your brain stutter, trying to process the sentence. You almost choke on your own saliva and a wild, nervous laugh bursts out of you. It sounds unhinged even to your own ears.

"What? Eunbi, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"I'm dead serious," she says, her expression not faltering for a second. "I invited her over tonight specifically for this. She knows the deal. She's already agreed. It's my present to you. For being so patient. For being so perfect. You deserve it."

You stare at her, dumbfounded, your mind racing. This can't be real. You reach out and place a hand on her forehead as if checking for a fever. "Babe, are you okay? Is it the painkillers? Are you hallucinating? We are not doing this. This is insane."

You try to pull away, to put some distance between you and this crazy idea, but she grabs your wrist, her grip surprisingly strong.

"I am perfectly fine," she says leaving no room for argument. "And you don't need to be afraid. This was my idea. I asked her. I want you to feel good. And besides," she adds. "I want it too. I want to watch."

She lets go of your wrist and her hand travels down, brazenly cupping you through your jeans. Your cock gives a powerful, involuntary throb at her touch, a complete betrayal by your own body. She smirks, feeling the thick, hard length of you.

"See? Your body isn't arguing," she whispers. "I can't participate, not really. But I can sit in my favorite armchair, and I can touch myself while I watch you take her apart. While I watch you fuck my best friend right in front of me."

You're uncomfortably hard now, the pressure in your pants almost painful.

"Eunbi..." you manage to say. "We can't. What if this makes everything weird? She's your best friend."

"She is," Eunbi agrees, her fingers idly tracing the prominent ridge of your erection. "And she's beautiful, isn't she? So hot. And just as naughty as me, even if she hides it better. You have no idea the things we used to talk about." She leans in closer, her warm breath ghosting across your ear. "She’s not doing this because she feels pressured. She’s doing this because the idea of it gets her wet, too."

You're losing this battle. Every logical argument in your head is being systematically dismantled by the raw, carnal need she's stoking. You look down into her eyes, searching for any hint of doubt, any flicker of uncertainty. You find none. Only a dark, swirling pool of desire and determination.

"Are you absolutely, one-hundred-percent sure about this?" you ask. "If there is any part of you that—"

She cuts you off by surging up and crushing her mouth to yours. It’s not a gentle kiss. It’s hungry, demanding, a kiss of ownership. Her tongue plunges into your mouth, and she bites down hard on your lower lip, drawing a faint, metallic taste of blood. The small sting of pain is incredibly grounding, incredibly arousing. She pulls back, leaving you breathless.

"Yes," she says. "I am sure. Now listen to me. This night is for you. Your only job is to feel good. Your only obligation is to cum as much as you can and to make Wonyoung scream so loud the neighbors complain. And don't be gentle. She likes to be treated harshly. She likes to be reminded who's in charge. Pin her down. Pull her hair. Fuck her like you're trying to break her. Do you understand?"

Before you can even form a response, the sharp, clear sound of the doorbell chimes through the apartment.

Eunbi’s lips curve into a slow, wicked smile. She gives your crotch one last, firm squeeze.

"Speak of the devil," she purrs, her eyes locked on yours. "Your sex doll has arrived."

Holy fuck. The way she says it, the casual cruelty and possessiveness in her tone, sends a final, decisive shockwave through your system, obliterating any remaining shred of protest. You are no longer just shocked or confused. You are electrified.

Your heart races faster and faster as you approach the door. You take a deep, steadying breath and pull the front door open.

Wonyoung is standing there, bathed in the warm, yellow light of the porch lamp. She looks incredible, and your brain short-circuits for a second. She’s wearing a simple, elegant navy blue slip dress. The silky fabric drapes over her body, hinting at the curves beneath without revealing anything. Her long, dark hair is down, sleek and shining, and she’s wearing a touch more makeup than usual, her lips a shade of deep, berry red. She’s clutching a bottle of expensive-looking red wine in one hand and her purse in the other, and you can see the tension in her knuckles. Her smile is bright, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"Hey," she says, a little breathless. "Am I late?"

"No, you're perfectly on time," you manage to say. You step back. "Come on in."

She steps over the threshold. An awkward silence hangs between you for a beat too long before you close the door.

"Eunbi's at the table," you say, gesturing towards the small dining area. "Can I take that for you?" You motion towards the wine.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks."

You take the bottle, your fingers brushing against hers. Her eyes dart away. You head to the kitchen to grab a corkscrew, your mind a chaotic mess of Eunbi's words and Wonyoung's perfume.

When you get back to the dining table, Eunbi is already holding court, laughing at something Wonyoung said. Wonyoung looks more relaxed in her presence, the nervous energy having subsided slightly. You pour generous glasses of the wine for all three of you. You serve the lasagna, the conversation starting with the usual, safe pleasantries.

"This is actually really good," Wonyoung says after her first bite, sounding genuinely surprised.

"Don't sound so shocked," you joke, though it comes out a little stiff. "My talents extend beyond burning toast."

"He's been watching a lot of YouTube tutorials," Eunbi adds. "He's in his domestic era. It's very sexy."

Wonyoung just hums in agreement, taking a large gulp of her wine. The conversation drifts. You talk about Wonyoung's trip to Thailand, about a new series Eunbi has been binge-watching, about a stupid project at your work. It's a fragile performance of normalcy. You and Wonyoung are carefully skirting around the giant, throbbing elephant in the room, while Eunbi seems to be riding it, a queen on her throne, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. She keeps refilling Wonyoung’s glass, her movements casual, but you know it’s deliberate.

The wine is definitely taking effect. The tightness in your shoulders begins to loosen, and Wonyoung's laughter is less forced, her posture more relaxed. The flush on her cheeks is from more than just the heat of the lasagna. Everything is going smoothly. Too smoothly.

That's when Eunbi makes her first move. She sets her fork down, a thoughtful expression on her face as she studies Wonyoung.

"You know," she starts, "I think you gained a little weight since I saw you last. In a good way. You look fantastic. Your hips look fuller. Right, honey?"

Wonyoung freezes mid-chew, her eyes wide. You feel your own face flush. Your gaze, against your will, drifts over Wonyoung's body, really looking this time. Eunbi is right. The dress clings to a slightly softer, curvier frame than you remember. Her hips have a new, womanly swell, and her breasts seem to press more insistently against the delicate fabric of her dress. She looks healthy, fertile, incredible.

"Uh," you stammer, your mouth suddenly dry. You clear your throat. "Yeah. You look... you look beautiful, Wonyoung. As always."

It's a clumsy, safe answer, but it seems to satisfy Eunbi. Wonyoung gives a tight, embarrassed smile and mumbles a thank you into her wine glass, draining the rest of it. You quickly reach over and refill it for her.

Eunbi lets the silence sit for a moment before she leans forward, her elbows on the table, her expression turning conspiratorial.

"So," she says. "What color lingerie are you wearing under that pretty dress?"

This time, the silence is deafening. Wonyoung chokes on a sip of wine, coughing into her napkin. You just stare at your plate, wishing the floor would swallow you whole. This is so far beyond normal dinner conversation.

"Eunbi!" Wonyoung whispers, her face a shade of deep crimson.

"What? I'm just curious," Eunbi says, all innocence. "We used to tell each other everything. Don't be shy."

Wonyoung looks trapped. She won't look at you. She stares at her plate, at her wine glass, anywhere but at you or Eunbi. She takes another long moment, another deep breath.

"...Black," she finally whispers.

Eunbi smiles, a slow, deeply satisfied smile. "Of course it is." She looks at you. "Black is my favorite color on her. So, tell me. Did you wear it for a special reason? Or was it just a coincidence? Sometimes a girl just feels like wearing her best set, you know? Just in case.”

Wonyoung looks like a student who’s been called on in class without knowing the answer. Her eyes are wide, her mouth opens and closes a few times before any sound comes out.

“I—uh.” She pushes a piece of stray lasagna around her plate with her fork, avoiding everyone’s gaze. “It was just… It was clean. I just grabbed it.”

It’s the lamest excuse you’ve ever heard, and from the look on Eunbi’s face, she knows it too. But she lets it slide, for now. Eunbi leans back in her chair, taking in the spectacle she’s created.

“Well, whatever the reason, I’m sure it’s lovely.” She dismisses the topic with a wave of her hand, but the damage is done. The fragile wall of normalcy has been bulldozed. She turns her gaze to you, and it’s filled with such warmth and adoration it feels almost performative.

“This one here,” she says, reaching out to pat your forearm. “He’s been an absolute saint, hasn’t he, Wony? A full-on, professional-grade nurse.”

Wonyoung nods quickly, seizing the opportunity to talk about something - anything - else.

“Totally. He’s been amazing. You’re so lucky, Unnie.”

“I really am,” Eunbi agrees, her fingers tracing a light pattern on your arm that sends a shiver through you. “He does everything. Cooks, cleans, puts up with me when I’m grumpy from the pain meds. He even carried me to the bath every single day for a month. All that heavy lifting... he must be exhausted.”

Her eyes drift over your shoulders and chest with a pointed, appraising look.

“All that physical exertion,” she continues, her tone turning thoughtful. “It builds up a lot of… tension. Don’t you think? It’s not healthy to just let that sit in your system. It needs an outlet. A proper release.”

“It’s fine. I’ve been channeling it into my world-class lasagna-making skills.”

Eunbi just smiles, completely ignoring you. Her focus is entirely on Wonyoung.

“He’s being modest. I see it. He thinks he’s hiding it, but I can feel it whenever he’s near. He’s like a tightly wound spring. It’s my fault, really. I’m the one who broke myself.” She sighs dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. “And his needs have been… neglected. It’s just biology, isn’t it? A healthy man needs a certain amount of physical affection to function properly. It’s like vitamins, or water.”

Her clinical, matter-of-fact delivery is so much more devastating than if she’d been seductive. She’s presenting this entire, insane situation as a logical solution to a health problem.

“And I just hate to see him suffering,” she finishes. “It’s been a month, Wony. A whole month. Can you imagine?”

Wonyoung, who has been staring intently at her plate this whole time, finally looks up. Her face is flushed, her eyes are wide, and she looks at you with a new, complicated expression. She knows exactly what Eunbi is asking. And she knows there's only one right answer.

“No,” Wonyoung says. “No, I can’t.”

“See?” Eunbi says as she looks at you. “I knew she would get it. She’s always been the most understanding person I know. So selfless.”

Wonyoung flushes an even deeper shade of red at the praise, mumbling something into her wine glass that sounds like, “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, it’s everything,” Eunbi insists, her happiness infectious. “It’s about taking care of each other. All of us.” She takes a sip of wine. “You know,” Eunbi says to you, though her gaze is fixed on her friend. “You have to be careful with this one. Don’t let the sweet face fool you. She looks like a perfect little doll, doesn’t she? All polite and proper. But she’s secretly a monster,” Eunbi declares with a dramatic flair. “A complete and total freak. She likes things… intense.”

Wonyoung’s head snaps up, her eyes wide with horror. “Eunbi, what are you doing? Stop it!”

“I’m just telling him the truth!” Eunbi laughs. “He needs to be prepared. This one,” she points her fork at a mortified Wonyoung, “likes it rough. She likes to be manhandled a little. Thrown around. Don’t you, Wony?”

“That is not true!” Wonyoung protests, though her denial is weak, undermined by the crimson blush that now covers her entire chest.

“Oh, please,” Eunbi scoffs. “Don’t lie to your future… well, you know. I’m just giving him fair warning. Don’t be too gentle, baby. She’ll act all shocked and shy, but she secretly loves a firm hand. A little hair pulling. Being pinned down. It makes her feel safe.”

“You’re making that up!” Wonyoung insists. “God, this is so embarrassing.”

“Am I?” Eunbi challenges. She leans forward. “Or am I just reminding you of who you really are? I’m just trying to give him a proper user manual. For example,” she says, turning to you, “I should tell you about the boy she dated for two months our freshman year.”

“Oh my god, do not,” Wonyoung pleads, burying her face in her hands. “Please, Eunbi, I’m begging you.”

Eunbi completely ignores her. “He was this terrible cliché. Rode a motorcycle that was always backfiring, smelled like stale cigarettes and cheap leather, had a truly awful dragon tattoo on his forearm. We all hated him. But Wonyoung? She was obsessed.”

She takes a dramatic sip of wine, letting the suspense build.

“She’d sneak him into the dorms, and she thought she was being so quiet. But our walls were paper-thin. We could hear… things.” Eunbi smirks. “Bumps against the headboard. Little muffled squeals. And she’d come back to our room the next morning looking like a storm-tossed angel, all blissed-out and exhausted. And covered in these little bruises on her hips and inner thighs.”

“I’m clumsy!” Wonyoung cries out from behind her hands, her voice thick with mortification.

“Yes, a very specific kind of clumsy that only happened after she saw him!” Eunbi retorts with a laugh. “She’d always have some excuse. ‘Oh, I fell down the library stairs again.’ Or ‘I walked into a door!’ It was always a door. A very oddly shaped door, apparently, with five distinct knuckles.”

You can’t help it. You look at Wonyoung, who is peeking at you through her fingers, her face the color of a ripe cherry. The image Eunbi is painting is so vivid, so contrary to the demure woman sitting across from you, that it feels like your brain is being rewired. And so you just remain silent, there’s not a minimally normal thing you can say in the middle of all this, but your mind is noisy with all the information your girlfriend is exposing about her best friend.

“The point is,” Eunbi says as she looks at her friend with genuine affection. “You’ve always liked a man who isn’t afraid to take charge. Who can be a little bit of a monster. You just like to pretend you don’t.”

Wonyoung slowly lowers her hands. She stares at her plate, her fight completely gone. She pushes a single olive around with her fork for what feels like an eternity.

Finally, she lets out a tiny, resigned sigh.

“...Maybe,” she whispers. “Sometimes. A little.”

Eunbi claps her hands together softly, a single, triumphant sound. “Aha! The truth comes out! I knew it!”

She beams, looking from Wonyoung’s defeated, blushing face to your stunned one. Her eyes roam over you, appraisingly, like she’s matching a fine wine with the perfect meal.

“Well, in that case,” she says, “I think he is going to serve you very, very well tonight.”

There’s no hiding behind subtext anymore; it’s all out in the open.

“He’s got that same streak in him, you know,” Eunbi continues, as if discussing your merits at a job interview. “He’s mostly a perfect gentleman, a total sweetheart… but when he gets that look in his eye? He can be very firm. He has very strong hands.”

Her gaze drops meaningfully to your hands, which are resting on the table. Wonyoung’s eyes follow hers, and you feel as if your skin is burning under their combined scrutiny.

“He’ll know exactly what to do with a girl like you,” Eunbi concludes with an air of finality.

After that, conversation dies. What else is there to say? The rest of dinner passes in a thick, charged silence, it boils down to tension and wine (lots of wine). When the plates are empty and the bottle is nearly gone, Eunbi claps her hands together softly, as if calling a meeting to order.

"Well," she announces to the room. “The house is a little too quiet for my taste, don't you think? Let's make some noise.”

She turns to you. "Baby, be a doll and help me to the bedroom. My back is starting to get stiff." She then fixes her gaze on a very tipsy-looking Wonyoung. "Wony, you come too."

Wonyoung’s eyes widen in a mild panic. "Now? We're... we're going to do this now?"

"Yes, now," Eunbi says firmly, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Before you finish that entire bottle of wine and pass out. I need you awake for this."

"Sorry," Wonyoung mumbles, looking down at the table. "I'm just... I'm a little nervous."

You stand up, your chair scraping against the floor. The sound is unnaturally loud. You gather the plates, your movements stiff and robotic, and carry them to the kitchen. You place them in the sink, the clatter of ceramic on steel echoing in your head. You're just stalling. You turn back around. Eunbi is watching you, waiting patiently.

You walk over to Eunbi and help her to her feet, her arm looping around your neck for support. She leans her weight against you.

The time has come.

The walk to the bedroom is the longest ten yards of your life. Every sound is amplified: the soft thud of Eunbi’s crutches, the delicate click-clack of Wonyoung's heels on the hardwood floor behind you, the frantic pounding of your own heart. You can feel Wonyoung’s presence behind you, a ghost of perfume and nervous energy.

You guide Eunbi into the master bedroom. It’s your shared space, a sanctuary that suddenly feels like a stage. You lead her to the plush, oversized armchair in the corner, the one she loves to curl up in and read. It’s positioned perfectly, with a clear view of the entire room, especially the bed. You help her lower herself into it, her movements slow and careful. Once she’s settled, she looks up at you.

"Help me with my dress, honey."

You nod, your throat too tight to speak. You kneel in front of her, your fingers finding the tiny, delicate zipper on the side of her black slip dress. You pull it down slowly, the sound deafening in the quiet room. You peel the silk fabric down her body, over her shoulders, her arms, her torso. The dress pools around her waist, revealing her full, heavy breasts, the pale skin of her stomach, and the smooth, shaved skin between her legs. She’s wearing absolutely nothing underneath.

She sighs, a sound of deep satisfaction, and leans her head back against the chair. She gestures vaguely towards the two of you, a queen giving a royal decree.

"The show can begin."

You rise slowly to your feet and turn to face Wonyoung, who has been standing awkwardly by the door, watching the entire exchange with wide, unblinking eyes. You have to give her one last out. You have to.

"Wonyoung," you say. "Are you absolutely, one-hundred-percent sure about this? You don't have to. We can just... call it a night."

She swallows hard, her gaze flickering from you to Eunbi, then back to you. The wine has given her a courage that feels both real and fragile.

"Yes," she says. "I'm sure. I think we should just... get started. Before this gets any weirder than it already is."

You nod, accepting her answer. You close the distance between you in two long strides. Up close, she smells of wine and flowers. Your eyes do a quick, involuntary inventory. She’s so different from Eunbi. Taller, leaner, her body a collection of long lines and elegant angles. Her breasts are smaller, tighter, fitting the frame of a model. She’s exquisite, but in a completely different way.

"Don't just stand there staring at each other," Eunbi's voice cuts through the tension from the armchair. "You two don't need to be so shy. Put your hand on her waist," she commands you. "Just like you do with me."

You lift your hand, hesitating for a fraction of a second before placing it on Wonyoung's waist. The silk of her dress is cool and smooth beneath your palm. You feel the lean muscle of her side, the sharp curve of her hip bone. She draws in a sharp breath at your touch.

You lean in and kiss her. Her lips are softer than you imagined, plump and coated in a sweet, fruity gloss. It’s a tentative kiss at first, a gentle exploration. Then you feel her respond, her own lips parting slightly. Her hands, which had been hanging limply at her sides, come up to rest on your chest. Her fingers begin to fumble with the buttons of your shirt, her movements unsure at first, then growing more confident. One button, then two, then three, until your shirt is open, exposing your skin to the cool air.

Her hand slides from your chest, down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your jeans. She hooks her thumb in, her fingers pressing against the thick, hard ridge of your erection. Damn, she doesn't waste time.

"He's already hard, isn't he?" Eunbi asks from her throne, a smug, satisfied tone in her voice.

Wonyoung lets out a soft, breathy moan, a sound of confirmation that is pure fuel on the fire. "Yes," she whispers against your lips. "He's very hard."

"Then take off your pants for her," Eunbi directs you.

Breaking the kiss, you quickly toe off your shoes and unbutton your jeans, pushing them and your boxers down your legs in one messy motion. You kick them aside. Wonyoung watches you, her eyes wide, a blush high on her cheeks. She kicks off her own heels, the sound of them hitting the floor punctuating the moment. Her hands go to the zipper on the back of her dress. With one smooth pull, the navy silk falls from her body, pooling at her feet. She stands before you in nothing but a set of exquisite black lace lingerie. A delicate, strappy bra and matching panties cut high on her hips.

"Now that's better," Eunbi purrs. "You two look so hot like this." She pauses, letting the moment last. "Wonyoung, darling. Show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do."

Something shifts in Wonyoung. The last of her nervousness seems to evaporate, replaced by a sultry, alcohol-fueled confidence. She looks from Eunbi to you, a wicked little smirk playing on her lips. She places her hands on your bare chest and pushes you firmly, urging you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you sit down on the mattress.

She kneels between your legs, her eyes locked on your exposed, throbbing cock. She reaches out and pulls down the last of your boxers, freeing you completely. The head of your dick is already beaded with precum, shining under the bedroom lights. Her eyes widen slightly, genuinely impressed.

She looks up at you from under her long lashes, then glances over at Eunbi.

"Jesus," Wonyoung says. "How do you even fit all of this inside her tiny body?”

You look from her upturned, beautiful face to Eunbi, who is watching from the armchair with an expression of pure, unadulterated satisfaction.

"Magic, sweetheart," you say. "Pure fucking magic. But I think you're about to find out for yourself."

Eunbi laughs from her chair, a throaty, delighted sound. "That's right, she is. Showtime."

Wonyoung seems to take that as her cue. She leans forward, her long, dark hair curtaining her face, and her pink tongue darts out. She slowly, deliberately, licks the bead of precum from the tip of your cock. Her eyes are locked on yours as she does it. The sensation is electric, a hot, wet swipe that makes your hips buck involuntarily.

"Fuck," you breathe out, your fingers digging into the bedsheets.

She hums, a low, pleased sound, clearly enjoying the taste of you. Then, she lowers her head and takes the head of your cock into her mouth. Her lips are incredibly soft, and she closes them around you with a gentle pressure, sucking lightly. It’s a tentative start, a testing of the waters, but it feels incredible.

"That's a nice start," Eunbi's voice cuts in, calm and directorial. "But you're being too polite. He doesn't like polite. Don't be afraid of it, Wony. Take more of him. He can handle it, I promise."

Wonyoung looks over at Eunbi, a flicker of her earlier nervousness returning. She seems to be seeking confirmation. Eunbi just gives her a slow, encouraging nod. Wonyoung turns back to you, takes a deeper breath, and slides her mouth further down your shaft.

Your breath hitches in your throat. "Oh, fuck... yes. Just like that."

She takes a good few inches, her mouth hot and wet, and the pressure is intense. She starts to move her head, a slow, steady bob that is immediately effective. You lean your head back, your eyes closing as you focus on the feeling.

"See? You're a natural," Eunbi says with approval. "Now, use your hand. He loves it when you use your hand at the same time. Hold him firmly at the base. Yeah, right there. You have to work the whole thing, not just the part in your mouth."

You feel Wonyoung's hand, cool at first, wrap around the base of your shaft. She starts stroking you in time with the movement of her head, her palm sliding up and down your length while her mouth works the top. The combination is devastating. A low groan escapes your lips, and you look over at Eunbi.

She's watching the two of you with a ravenous hunger. Her legs are parted slightly, and you see her hand slip down from her lap, her fingers disappearing inside her pussy. Her eyes are glazed over, her lips slightly parted as she begins to touch herself, her own breathing growing heavier.

"That's it, Wony, you're getting it," Eunbi murmurs, a little strained. "Now try to take him all the way to the back of your throat. Let him hit the back of it. He loves that feeling."

Wonyoung hesitates for a second, then seems to steel herself. She pulls back for a moment, takes another deep breath, and then surges forward, taking you deeper than you thought possible. You feel the distinct pressure as the head of your cock bumps against the soft tissue at the back of her throat. She gags for a fraction of a second, her eyes watering, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she does it again.

"Holy fuck, Wonyoung," you gasp out, your hips thrusting up to meet her mouth. "Yes. God, yes."

You reach down, your hands tangling in her silky hair. You’re not rough, just holding her, guiding her, your fingers flexing with every incredible sensation.

"Look at her, baby," you say, your eyes locked on Eunbi. "Look at what you're making your best friend do for me. She's so fucking good at this."

Eunbi lets out a loud, wet moan as her fingers move faster against her clit. "She's a fast learner, isn't she? I knew she would be." She shifts in her chair, getting a better angle. "Okay, Wony, new trick. Swirl your tongue around the head every time you pull back. Drive him crazy."

Wonyoung obeys instantly, her confidence clearly soaring with every word of praise. As her mouth slides off the head of your cock, her tongue darts out, licking and swirling in a wet, circular motion before she takes you deep again. It's a new, maddening sensation, a sharp, specific pleasure that contrasts with the deep, throbbing pressure of her throat.

"Perfect, Wonyoung. Fucking perfect," Eunbi's voice cuts through your haze. She's breathing heavily from her armchair, and you can hear the faint, wet sounds of her fingers moving against herself. "But you're forgetting a key part of the meal. Get down there and take care of his balls for me. I want you to suck on them, get them nice and drooly. I want to see them shining when you're done."

Wonyoung doesn't even hesitate. She immediately releases your shaft and lowers her head further, her silky hair brushing against your inner thighs. She takes one of your balls into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth, her tongue immediately flicking and swirling against the sensitive skin. A jolt, completely different from the sensations on your shaft, shoots through you, making you arch your back off the bed.

"Oh, holy fuck," you groan, your eyes rolling back in your head.

You’re in absolute heaven. Fuck, you’ve been dying for this, aching for it for weeks. The simple, primal feeling of a warm mouth on you, the complete surrender to pleasure. You’d forgotten how good this specific part felt, the gentle, pulling suction, the thorough, worshipful attention. Wonyoung is methodical, taking one ball fully into her mouth, then the other, laving them with her tongue until they're slick and heavy.

Eunbi lets out a low, satisfied sigh from across the room. She can see the bliss on your face, the way your body is completely undone by this simple act.

"Look at your face," she says with love, even amidst the depravity. "You're completely gone for her, aren't you? Are you enjoying the present I got for you, baby?"

You manage to open your eyes, your gaze finding hers. She looks feral and beautiful, flushed with arousal, her hand still working between her legs. You're overwhelmed with a sudden, powerful wave of love for her, for her mind, for her trust, for this insane, perfect gift.

"Enjoying it?" you choke out, a humorless laugh escaping you. "Eunbi... fuck, I'm... this is the best thing ever. Thank you. Seriously, thank you for planning this, for trusting me." You take a ragged breath. "I love you so fucking much."

A genuine, radiant smile breaks across her face. "I love you too, baby. So, so much. And I am also loving watching this. Seeing you feel this good, seeing her make you feel this good... it's making me so wet."

As if on cue, Wonyoung finishes her work on your balls and moves back up, resuming her incredible assault on your cock. She alternates now, her mouth sliding up and down your shaft, then dipping down to give your balls another lick, her hand never ceasing its steady, rhythmic stroking. She’s not just following directions anymore. She's improvising. She's enjoying this, you can feel it in her touch, in the eager, hungry way her mouth works on you.

The pleasure is building, coiling in your gut, tighter and hotter this time. Your hips are starting to move on their own, a slow, hypnotic bucking motion to meet her mouth. Eunbi notices immediately.

"Okay," she says, voice suddenly rougher, more demanding. "Look at him, Wony. He's so close. His hips are starting to buck. It's time to take it to the next level." She leans forward in her chair. "I want you to let him fuck your pretty face. I want him to use your mouth like it's a tight little pussy for him to pound into. He needs to release some of that energy."

Wonyoung seems to feel the shift in energy. She slows her movements, pulling her mouth off your cock with a wet, sucking sound. She looks up at you, her eyes wide and glazed with pure lust, her lips red and swollen, a string of saliva connecting them to the head of your dick. The perfect picture of a debauched angel. The nervousness is a distant memory, replaced entirely by need.

"Please?" she whispers. "Can you? I want you to. Fuck my throat. Please, use my mouth."

Eunbi lets out a sharp, delighted gasp from her chair. "Listen to her," she says with a dark, triumphant pride. "Already begging for it. Such a filthy little slut for you. Don't keep her waiting.”

The last shred of restraint you were clinging to evaporates. This is happening. You are going to give her exactly what she’s begging for.

"Is that what you want?" you ask. You look from Wonyoung's flushed, expectant face to Eunbi, who is practically vibrating with excitement in her armchair. You then look back down at Wonyoung. "You want me to use your pretty mouth?"

She can't speak, but she gives a frantic, desperate nod.

That’s all the confirmation you need. You reach down and tangle your fingers in her long, silky hair, gathering a thick handful at the back of her head. You tug sharply, not to hurt her, but to establish control, to tilt her head back and expose the long, elegant line of her throat. She whimpers at the gesture, a sound that is equal parts pain and pleasure.

"Good girl," you murmur. "Open wide for me, then."

She obeys instantly, her jaw going slack, her mouth opening as wide as she can manage. You position the thick, slick head of your cock at her lips and, without any further warning, you thrust forward.

The first push is hard and deep. You bypass her tongue entirely, plunging straight to the back of her throat. Her body convulses. A choked, gagging sound escapes her, and her eyes water instantly, tears beginning to spill down her temples. Her hands fly up to grip your thighs, her nails digging into your skin, but she doesn’t push you away. If anything, she tries to accommodate you, her throat muscles working, trying to take you deeper.

"Yes! Fuck, yes, just like that!" Eunbi cries out from her chair. "Pound her throat, baby! Don't be gentle. Make her take all of you. Forget she needs to breathe. She’s your toy now, your personal little fleshlight. Use her!"

You pull back until just the tip of your cock is between her lips and then slam forward again, a brutal, punishing rhythm. You set a relentless pace, fucking her mouth with the same mindless intensity you’d fuck her pussy. Each thrust pushes her head back, her body jolting with the force of it. Saliva and tears mix, dribbling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. It’s a messy, chaotic, beautiful sight.

"Look at her, Eunbi," you pant, your eyes locked on your girlfriend, even as your hips continue their savage rhythm. "She takes it so well. This pretty little face was made to be fucked."

"She loves it," Eunbi agrees as she continues to pleasure herself. "Look at the tears in her eyes. Those aren't from pain, are they, Wony? You love feeling him choke you with his cock, don't you?"

Wonyoung can only let out a series of muffled, guttural moans and gags in response, which seems to be answer enough.

You look back at your handiwork, at the beautiful girl you have completely undone. Her perfect makeup is a disaster, her mascara starting to run, her lipstick long gone, her face flushed a deep, rosy red. And through it all, her eyes, though streaming with tears, are fixed on you with a look of pure, blissful adoration. This is what she wanted. This degradation is her pleasure.

You pull out of her mouth completely, the sound a wet, obscene noise. She collapses forward, gasping and coughing, desperately sucking in air. A thick string of your spit and her saliva connects your cock to her chin. She doesn’t wipe it away. After a few deep, ragged breaths, she looks up at you, her expression dazed but hungry.

"More," she rasps. "Please... don't stop."

You look over at Eunbi.

"Don't you worry, baby," you say. "I'm not stopping until I've completely ruined her pretty face for you. She won't be able to think straight for a week when I'm done with her."

Without another word, you grab her hair again, more forcefully this time, and slam your cock back into her waiting, wanting mouth. You fuck her face with a renewed, animalistic vigor, your hips a blur, your only focus the incredible friction of her throat and the filthy, encouraging moans coming from the woman you love as she watches the entire, sordid spectacle.

You follow through on your promise immediately. Your grip on Wonyoung's hair tightens, and you begin to fuck her face with a relentless, punishing rhythm. There's no tenderness left, no gentle exploration. This is pure, selfish, animalistic pleasure. You are using her, and all three of you are reveling in it. Your hips slam forward again and again, your cock plunging deep into her throat, forcing guttural, gagging sounds from her with every brutal thrust.

"That's it," you pant, your eyes locked on Eunbi, who is watching with a feverish intensity, her own body writhing in her armchair. "I'm breaking her for you, baby. Look how she takes it. She was made for this."

"Yes!" Eunbi cries out. "Punish her throat! Don't give her a second to breathe. I want to see you own her completely! Fuck my best friend's face until she forgets her own name!"

Your thrusts become even more frantic. You pull out for a second, just to watch Wonyoung gasp for a breath, her chest heaving, before you ram back in, cutting her off. Her tears are flowing freely now, mingling with the saliva and spit that coats her chin and your shaft. She’s a beautiful, debauched wreck, and the sight of her, so utterly undone for you, for your pleasure, is pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You use your free hand to grip her jaw, holding her steady as you fuck her mouth from a different angle, your hips rolling as you grind against her tongue, her teeth.

"You love being our little fuck toy, don't you?" you spit out. "You love being used like this. Open your eyes. I want you to look at me while I destroy your throat."

Her eyelids flutter open. Through the tears, her gaze is hazy, dazed, but she obeys. She looks at you with an expression of such complete and total submission it nearly makes you come right then and there. This is what she wanted. To be pushed past her limits, to be treated like an object, to be utterly degraded for the pleasure of her best friend and her boyfriend.

"I'm so close, baby," Eunbi gasps from her chair, her own orgasm clearly imminent. "Keep going! Don't you dare stop! Fill her up for me! I want to see it!"

Her desperation is the final push you need. The feeling that has been coiling in your balls for weeks, a hot, aching pressure, finally breaks free. It’s an unstoppable tidal wave of sensation, a pleasure so intense it’s almost painful.

"Get ready," you roar. You grip her head with both hands now, holding her completely immobile. "I'm going to fill your fucking throat. You are going to swallow every last drop for me. Every. Fucking. Drop. You swallow it for her."

Your body convulses as the first powerful wave of your orgasm hits. You shout out, a loud, wordless cry of pure ecstasy, as you pump your hot, thick seed deep down her throat. It’s been so long, the release is overwhelming. It feels endless. Wave after wave of hot cum floods her, your hips continuing their frantic, shuddering thrusts until you are completely and utterly drained.

You hold her there for a long moment, even after the last pulse has subsided, ensuring she has no choice but to take it all. Finally, you pull out, your now-soft cock sliding from her lips with a wet slickness.

Wonyoung collapses forward on the floor, her body trembling violently. She’s a mess of spit, tears, and cum. She chokes, her throat working convulsively as she struggles to swallow the massive load you shot into her. Her whole body shudders with the effort, a series of violent coughs and gags, but she does it. She swallows. She lies there on the carpet, panting, her chest heaving, completely and utterly spent. Her face is ruined, just as you promised.

Across the room, Eunbi lets out a long, shuddering moan as her own orgasm finally crashes over her, her body going rigid in the armchair before she slumps back, completely satisfied. A beat of silence passes, filled only with the sound of Wonyoung’s ragged, wet-sounding breaths.

Then, Eunbi’s voice, hoarse and dripping with satisfaction, cuts through the quiet.

"Wony," she says, a soft, possessive command. "Come here, baby girl."

With a visible, monumental effort, Wonyoung pushes herself up. She’s shaky, her limbs weak. She crawls the few feet across the floor to Eunbi's armchair, collapsing at her feet like a loyal, exhausted pet.

Eunbi reaches down, her hand gentle as she tangles it in Wonyoung's messy hair. She tilts her head up, a tender smile on her face.

"You were so good," Eunbi whispers. "So good for us."

And then, she asks Wonyoung to come closer, until their faces are inches apart. Wony obeys without hesitation and she rewards her with a kiss, deep and full of tenderness, like in the old days, her tongue plunging into Wonyoung's mouth. It’s not a kiss of romance, but of ownership, of shared experience. She is tasting you, tasting your release, directly from the throat that just held you. She’s tasting the fruits of her perfectly executed, beautifully filthy plan, and as she pulls away, a string of saliva connecting their lips, you see the same look of triumphant satisfaction on both of their faces. Wonyoung slowly pushes herself into a sitting position on the floor, her body still trembling, her eyes dazed and unfocused. She looks at you, a slow, genuine smile spreading across her swollen lips.

"That was..." she starts. "That was amazing. You were amazing."

A wave of tenderness, a stark contrast to the brutal lust of a moment ago, washes over you. You grab a handful of tissues from the nightstand and kneel in front of her. "Here," you murmur. You begin to carefully wipe her face, cleaning away the streaks of mascara, the saliva, the faint stickiness of your release. You are as delicate now as you were violent before.

"Are you okay?" you ask, your eyes searching hers for any sign of genuine distress.

She leans into your touch, a soft, contented sigh escaping her. "Yeah," she rasps, swallowing hard. "I'm okay. Just... a little bit of a sore throat."

"I'll make you some tea with honey later," you promise, tucking a stray strand of her damp hair behind her ear.

"See?" Eunbi's voice, smug and satisfied, drifts from the armchair. "That's what I love about him. He'll completely destroy you, treat you like you're nothing... and then he'll patch you up and take care of you with so much love it makes your heart ache."

Wonyoung looks from you to Eunbi, a knowing look in her eyes. "It's a dangerous combination."

"The most dangerous," Eunbi agrees, her gaze fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. "It's why I'm so completely in love with him. He's a monster and a saint all wrapped up in one perfect package."

"You chose well," Wonyoung says softly, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you finish cleaning her face.

"I know," Eunbi says. "And speaking of how well he destroys things... Baby, look closer. You think the show is over? Look at what you did to her."

Your gaze follows hers, dropping from Wonyoung’s face down her body. Your breath catches. The delicate black lace of her panties is soaked through, a dark, glistening patch at the juncture of her thighs. Her inner thighs are slick with her own juices, a clear, pearlescent wetness that testifies to just how turned on she was by the entire ordeal. She got off on the degradation, on being used, on watching you please Eunbi.

Without a word, you slide your arms under her, one behind her back and the other under her knees, and lift her from the floor. She's surprisingly light, and she melts against your chest, her arms looping loosely around your neck, completely pliant and trusting. You carry her the few steps to the bed and gently lay her on her back, her head sinking into the pillows.

You hover over her, your body caging hers. You start a slow trail of kisses from the hollow of her throat, down her chest, your tongue tracing a line over her sternum. You pause to take one of her small breasts into your mouth through the lace of her bra, sucking gently, and she arches her back with a soft moan. You continue your descent, your lips brushing across her stomach, lower and lower, until your face is right above the dark, wet patch of her panties.

You don't bother trying to slide them off. You hook your fingers into the elastic waistband on either side of her hips and, with one sharp, satisfying rip, you tear the delicate lace apart.

"You won't be needing these anymore," you murmur against her skin.

Wonyoung sighs, a shaky, contented sound. You toss the ruined scraps of fabric aside and part her legs. With your thumbs, you gently push her slick folds open, revealing her to the lamplight, to Eunbi's watchful eyes, to your own ravenous gaze. She is perfect. An absolute work of art. Her outer lips are plump and pouty, a healthy, flushed pink from her arousal. They give way to the delicate, almost translucent inner petals, slick and glistening with her eagerness. It's a tight, neat little package, looking almost untouched, virginal, despite the copious amount of drool she's produced for you. Every part of it seems soft, delicate, and impossibly inviting.

You position the head of your cock, still slick from its time in her throat, right at her entrance. You don't push in. You just rub yourself against her, a slow, torturous friction, smearing your spit and her juices together. Her hips begin to buck against you, a silent plea for more.

As you continue to tease her, she reaches up and unhooks her bra, pulling it off and tossing it aside. Her breasts are small, but they're flawless; perky, high on her chest, with pale pink, rosebud nipples that are pebble-hard with arousal.

"So?" Eunbi's voice is low. "What do you think, baby? Now that you can see it properly. Isn't her pussy just perfect?"

You don't take your eyes off the sight between Wonyoung's legs as you answer. "Perfect doesn't even cover it, Eunbi. It's pristine. So fucking pink and tight... look how wet she is for us. It's like a brand new toy you've just unwrapped. I want to live in here."

"God, it really is," Eunbi breathes. "I wish I had a dick right now. I'd fuck her so good for you. I'd stretch that tight little thing out myself." She pauses. "Since I can't, you'll have to do it for me. Fuck her for me, baby. Claim that pretty little pussy for us. Make it ours.”

You look down at Wonyoung, at the perfect, glistening pink of her pussy, already slick and dewy from your teasing. Her hips are twitching, a desperate, involuntary rhythm against your hand. She wants you, needs you, but you’re not going to make it that easy for her. Not when Eunbi is watching.

"So wet for me," you murmur. You slide the thick head of your cock through her drenched folds, a slow, torturous caress. You press into her, just enough for her to feel your blunt tip against her entrance, a promise of what's to come, before pulling back again. "Look at this mess you've made, Wonyoung. All for a cock you haven't even felt yet."

You dip your fingers into her slickness and bring them up for her to see, the clear, stringy fluid catching the light.

"Look at that, Eunbi," you say, turning your head to your girlfriend without breaking the rhythm of your teasing. "She's practically dripping. So ready for it. Don't you think she looks ready?"

Eunbi leans forward in her armchair. "Oh, she looks ready," she agrees. "But looks can be deceiving. I don't know, baby. She seems a little too quiet. A little too composed. I think a girl who really, truly wants it would be making a bit more noise. Don't you?"

Wonyoung whimpers. Her eyes are pleading. "Please," she breathes out, her hips pushing up against your hand more insistently. "Please... fuck me now. I can't wait anymore."

You glance at Eunbi, a silent question passing between you. Eunbi just shakes her head, a slow, deliberate motion.

"I don't know," you say, your thumb circling her clit, making her gasp and buck. "'Please' is a good start. But I think our pretty little toy can do better than that. A lot better. She needs to convince me." You look back at Eunbi. "She needs to convince us."

"Exactly," Eunbi says. "I want to hear you beg for it, Wony. I want you to tell him exactly what you need. Use your words. Tell him how much you need his big cock stretching you out. Tell him you can't stand another second of his teasing. Beg him like the little whore you are right now."

The command, so crude and direct, seems to shatter the last of Wonyoung’s inhibitions. Tears of pure, unadulterated need well up in her eyes. This is the final hoop, the last test.

"Please," she sobs. "Please, I need it. I need your cock. I need to feel you all the way inside me, filling me up. I can't take it anymore. I'll do anything you want. I'll be your good little whore, I'll be anything, just please... please fuck me!"

That's what you were waiting for. That’s what Eunbi was waiting for. You lean down and kiss her, a hard, possessive kiss that tastes of her desperation. "That's my good girl," you murmur against her lips.

You position yourself between her legs, spreading them wider with your knees. You grab her hips, tilting them up to meet you. You press the head of your cock against her slick, waiting entrance one last time, and then, with a slow, deliberate pressure, you begin to push your way inside.

The moment your thick, crowned head breaches her entrance, a sharp, piercing gasp escapes her lips. Her eyes fly wide open. "Oh, god," she whispers.

She is impossibly, unbelievably tight. It’s like sinking into hot, wet velvet that clings and grips you from all sides. You have to force yourself to go slow, to fight every instinct telling you to slam into her. You push forward, inch by agonizing inch, feeling her inner walls stretch and accommodate you. Her flesh resists, clutching at you, trying to deny you entry even as her wetness beckons you deeper. You can feel every ridge, every fold of her interior, a sensation so intense it makes you groan.

You look down at your bodies. Her legs wrapped high around your waist. Her face is a perfect portrait of overwhelmed pleasure, her lips parted, her eyes glazed over.

"Look at that, Wonyoung," Eunbi moans from the armchair. "Oh my god, look at her stomach."

Your eyes follow her command. Just above her navel, on the flat, smooth plane of her lower belly, a distinct, thick bulge is visible under her skin. It moves with your slightest shift. It's you. All of you, buried so deep inside her that you're visibly reshaping her from the inside out. It is a beautiful, brutal mark of your possession.

"You can see all of him inside you," Eunbi continues. "That's his whole cock, stretching you out, filling that perfect pussy. Isn't it the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"

Wonyoung can only let out a soft, keening moan in response. Finally, with one last, deep push, you sink yourself all the way in, your pubic bone pressing against hers. You’re seated to the hilt, and for a long moment, you just stay there, perfectly still, letting her body adjust, letting all three of you bask in the overwhelming sensation of being completely, totally joined.

Then, you begin to move. Your first thrusts are impossibly slow, long, deep strokes that pull you almost all the way out before sinking back in, stretching her to her absolute limit. The sounds are obscene; the wet, slick slap of your bodies, the soft, sweet moans that fall from Wonyoung’s lips with every push.

"Deeper, baby," Eunbi urges from her chair. "I want you to hit her cervix. I want you to rearrange her guts. Make her feel you in her soul."

You obey, tilting your hips to change the angle, pushing even deeper. Wonyoung cries out, a higher-pitched sound this time, a mixture of pain and pleasure that is pure music. Her fingernails dig into your back, and her hips rise off the bed to meet you, trying to take you even further. You settle into a steady, powerful rhythm, your bodies moving in perfect sync, a testament to the beautifully depraved plan conceived by the woman watching you both with hungry, loving eyes.

The rhythm is slow and deep, a hypnotic cadence of pleasure. Each long, deliberate thrust fills Wonyoung completely, stretching her tight, wet walls, and with every slow withdrawal, her body clings to you, a silent plea for you not to leave. Her moans are soft, breathy whispers of your name, little sighs of bliss that are almost lost to the wet, slapping sound of your bodies meeting. You’re holding her hips, guiding her, your thumbs pressing into the soft flesh above her ass. You look down at her, at the way her small, perky breasts jiggle with each movement, the way her lips are parted, her eyes hazed over with pure sensation. It’s perfect. It’s serene.

And that’s exactly the problem.

"She takes you so well, baby," Eunbi says from her armchair, a contemplative hum. You can hear her shifting, the slick sound of her fingers moving faster between her legs. "Look at her face. So peaceful. So blissed out." She pauses. "Maybe... she's a little too peaceful. I think our pretty little doll needs another reminder of who's in charge here. A reminder that this pleasure is a gift, and it can be taken away at any second."

You don't break your rhythm, but you look over at your girlfriend. "You think so?" you ask. "What did you have in mind, baby? What does our queen command?"

"I want to see your hand around her throat," Eunbi says. "I want to watch you fuck her while you're choking her. I want you to make her struggle for it. I want her to have to earn every single one of these pretty thrusts you're giving her."

Your gaze snaps back down to Wonyoung. Her eyes are wide now, a flicker of something new in them, not fear, but a sharp, electric anticipation. She heard every word. This isn't just a command for you; it's a new rule of the game for her. You slowly, deliberately, move your left hand from her hip. You watch her watch your hand as it travels up her stomach, over her chest, until it settles at the base of her throat. Her skin is hot and slightly damp with sweat. For a moment, you just rest it there, your thumb stroking the frantic pulse you can feel beating against your palm.

"You heard the queen," you whisper, your eyes locked with hers. And then, you squeeze.

Your hand fits perfectly around her delicate neck. It’s not a violent, crushing grip, but a firm, possessive pressure that immediately restricts her airflow. The effect is instantaneous. The soft, sweet moan she was about to release dies in her throat, replaced by a choked, strangled gasp. Her eyes, which were hazy with pleasure, are now crystal clear, focused entirely on you, wide with a thrilling combination of shock and submission. Her body tenses beneath you, her inner walls clenching around your cock in a powerful, involuntary spasm.

"Fuck," you groan, the sudden tightness almost pushing you over the edge.

"Yes! That's it!" Eunbi cries out. "Squeeze harder! Look at her eyes, baby, look at how she’s looking at you! She loves it! She loves being your helpless little doll! Fuck her now! Fuck her harder for me!"

As if her words are a trigger, you change your rhythm completely. The slow, deep, loving thrusts are gone. In their place is a frantic, punishing pace. Your hips slam into her with a brutal, jarring force, your only goal to drive yourself as deep as you possibly can, again and again.

Wonyoung is thrashing beneath you now, her hips bucking erratically. Her whimpers are now choked squeaks and muffled gags as she struggles for air. But she isn't fighting you. Her hands aren't pushing you away; instead, they're gripping the sheets, her knuckles white. Her legs are wrapped even tighter around your waist, pulling you closer, deeper. She is embracing it. She is loving the degradation, the powerlessness, the sheer overwhelming force of you taking complete control.

You maintain eye contact the entire time, staring deep into her soul as you fuck her and choke her simultaneously. You are the source of her pleasure and the arbiter of her survival.

"That's right," you pant. "Take it. Take my cock while you can't even breathe. You wanted to be my whore, didn't you? This is what it feels like. You belong to us now. You breathe when I say you can breathe."

From the corner of your eye, you see Eunbi. She's on the edge of her seat, her body slick with sweat, her hand a blur between her legs. Her head is thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. She’s watching every detail, her own orgasm building in time with the violent rhythm you’ve created.

You keep up the frantic pace for what feels like an eternity, pushing Wonyoung, pushing yourself, pushing the entire scene to its absolute breaking point. Her face is flushed a deep red, her eyes streaming with tears that have nothing to do with sadness. Just as you feel a tremor run through her body, the precursor to an orgasm she can't even properly voice, you release your grip on her throat.

The sound of her first ragged, desperate gasp for air is the loudest thing in the room. She sucks in oxygen greedily, her chest heaving, coughing slightly. At the same time, you slow your thrusts, returning to the long, deep, stretching rhythm from before. The sudden shift from violent punishment to deep pleasure makes her cry out, a real, full-throated moan of pure, unadulterated bliss.

You lean down, your lips brushing against her ear, your body still moving deep inside hers.

"Good girl," you whisper. "See how easy it is to obey?”

She looks up at you, her eyes wild and unfocused, her body still trembling from the pleasure and the oxygen deprivation. The brief respite has only made her needier, more desperate for the punishment you just gave her.

"More," she whimpers, broken thing. She pushes her hips up against you, a frantic, uncoordinated movement. "Please... don't stop. Don't be gentle. Do it again. Choke me again while you fuck me. Please."

Eunbi lets out a low, wicked laugh from her armchair. "Did you hear that, baby?" she says, breathless from her frantic masturbation. "She's begging for it. She wants you to be her monster. She doesn't want the saint right now, she wants the punishment." Eunbi leans forward, her eyes glittering. "So do it. Give the girl what she wants. Ruin her for me. Break her completely. Don't stop until she's a quivering, sobbing mess of cum and tears."

Her words are a command, a permission slip, a prophecy. You look down at Wonyoung’s pleading face, and a cruel, dominant smile curls your lips. You lean down and whisper in her ear:

"You want to be ruined?" you murmur. "Then let's ruin you."

Your hand snakes back to her throat, your grip more confident, more possessive this time. You squeeze, not just cutting off her air, but claiming her. Simultaneously, you reignite your assault, your hips slamming into her with a renewed, savage fury. The bed slams against the wall with every punishing thrust, creating a brutal, rhythmic backbeat to the scene. She's going crazy beneath you, her body a live wire of overstimulated nerves. There is no thought, no gentleness, only the primal, driving need to push her past every limit she has ever had.

"That's it, you little fuck toy," you grunt, your words timed with each impact. "Take my cock. It's all you're good for."

With every degrading word, with every second her breath is stolen, you feel her pussy clench around you, impossibly tight, gripping you like a fist. It's the most exquisite sensation, a direct, physical response to her own humiliation. She is getting wetter, hotter, slicker with every insult. The clear, creamy evidence of her arousal slicks your shaft, making your violent thrusts even more punishingly smooth.

"Look at her, Eunbi!" you shout. "The meaner I am, the tighter she gets! The more I treat her like a whore, the wetter she gets for me!"

"I see it!" Eunbi screams back, her own pleasure reaching a fever pitch. "She's so fucking broken for you! Look at your cock moving her stomach! It’s so beautiful! Fuck her harder! Make her cum for us!"

You look down. The bulge on Wonyoung's stomach is moving violently. Her whole body is trembling on the verge of release. Her back is arched so high only her shoulders and heels are touching the bed. Her hands are flailing, gripping your arms, the sheets, anything to anchor herself in the storm.

"You're so close, aren't you, you little slut?" you growl, your mouth next to her ear. You tighten your grip on her throat, pushing your cock in as deep as it will go and holding it there. "You want to cum? You want to feel good? Then you look at me. Look at me and cum for your owners. Now."

That's all it takes. Her body, already pushed to its absolute limit, finally shatters. A violent, full-body convulsion seizes her. Her eyes roll back into her head, showing only the whites, and a choked, strangled sound rips from her constricted throat. And then it happens. A hot, gushing fountain of clear liquid erupts from between her legs, spraying across your stomach, soaking the sheets beneath her, the sheer volume of it shocking. Her pussy clenches around you in a series of powerful, milking spasms that threaten to undo you completely.

The second her orgasm begins, you release her throat. The sudden rush of air allows her to finally scream, a long, piercing shriek of pure, unadulterated lust that echoes in the room. But you don't let her rest. As her body still pulses and spasms around your cock, you slide your free hand down between your bodies, your thumb finding her clit immediately. It's swollen and pebble-hard, exquisitely sensitive. You begin to rub it in firm, circular motions, still fucking her with a deep, steady rhythm.

"No, no, we're not done yet," you whisper.

The effect is instantaneous. Another gush of squirt sprays from her, not as powerful as the first, but still significant. She screams again, a different sound this time, a plea.

"Please, oh god, stop, I can't..."

"You can," you command, continuing your relentless assault on her clit. "More. Give me more."

You make her squirt again, and then again, smaller and smaller bursts, until she is completely and utterly drained, a sobbing, trembling mess of bliss beneath you. Her body is limp, her energy completely spent. She is ruined, just as Eunbi wanted.

You slow your thrusts to a gentle, loving pace, sheathing yourself inside her warm, wet depths. You slide your hand from her clit to her cheek, your grip still firm, and tilt her face to yours. Her eyes flutter open. They are dazed, unfocused, her lashes clumped together with tears, her lips swollen and parted. She is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.

"Look at me," you demand softly. "Kiss me. Now."

She melts into the kiss, her lips soft and pliant against yours. It's a kiss of total surrender, of complete worship. She presses her exhausted body against you, trying to get closer still. She can't take any more pleasure, any more degradation, any more emotion. Her mind is broken, her body is spent. The carefully constructed walls of her identity have been obliterated, and in their place, there is only one, single, undeniable truth. It falls from her lips in a broken, breathless whisper against your mouth, a final, ultimate confession.

"...daddy.”

The word is a fragile, explosive thing. It settles over the room, changing the already-charged atmosphere into something else entirely, something heavier and more significant. Wonyoung’s eyes are wide, as if she’s shocked the word even escaped her own lips. A sharp, delighted laugh cuts through the quiet from the armchair. Eunbi leans forward, her expression radiant with satisfaction.

"Did you hear that, baby?" She is practically beaming. "Did you hear what our good little girl just called you?"

You don't take your eyes off Wonyoung’s flushed, beautiful face. "I heard."

The confirmation seems to snap Wonyoung out of her trance. A wave of panicked embarrassment washes over her. She looks frantically toward her friend. "Oh my god, Eunbi, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to— I just— it slipped out. Calling your boyfriend... I shouldn't have."

"Shhh." Eunbi waves a dismissive, elegant hand. "Don't you dare apologize. It's more than okay. In fact, I think I loved hearing it more than anything else tonight. He can be your daddy for tonight. I'll allow it. I'll even insist on it."

Wonyoung lets out a shaky laugh, a sound of pure relief. She sinks back against the pillows, her exhausted body going boneless. She sighs, a long, contented exhalation that seems to carry all her remaining tension with it.

"I have never," she begins, "ever been fucked that rough in my entire life." Her gaze becomes distant, remembering. "I feel like my brain was scrubbed clean. I'm in heaven." She turns her head to look at Eunbi again, her expression full of genuine affection. "Am i... Am I doing it right? Are you guys enjoying it?"

"Yes." Eunbi’s answer is simple, firm, and leaves no room for doubt. “You're being perfect, sweetie."

"I will never, ever forget this night," Wonyoung vows.

"No, you won't." A new, contemplative look crosses Eunbi’s face. An idea is forming, you can see it in the way her eyes narrow slightly. "But just to be sure... just to give you a little souvenir to remember us by..."

She trails off, letting the suspense build.

"I think daddy needs to mark you," Eunbi declares. "In a way that ensures you'll never, ever forget who you belonged to tonight."

Wonyoung’s eyes light up with a fresh wave of excitement and submission. She looks from Eunbi to you, her new title ready on her lips.

"Yes," she whispers, her plea directed at you now. "Daddy. How... how are you going to mark me?"

You know exactly what to do.

"On your hands and knees. Now."

Wonyoung obeys without a single flicker of hesitation. She scrambles to turn over, her movements clumsy with exhaustion but fueled by eagerness. She settles on the bed, her back to you, presenting you with the most incredible view. You take a moment to admire it before you bring your hand down with a loud, sharp smack against the high, round curve of her right ass cheek. The sound cracks through the room like a gunshot. A perfect, red handprint immediately blossoms on her pale skin. She yelps, a sound of pure, startled pleasure.

"Stay just like that," you order. "Don't you fucking move."

You slide off the bed and walk over to where your discarded pants lie in a heap on the floor. You unthread your belt, a thick, black leather one, from the loops.

When you turn back to her, she is exactly as you left her, a perfect picture of obedience. Her ass is high in the air, a perfect offering. It’s a masterpiece. Not large, but so perfectly shaped and perky it defies gravity. The cheeks are high, round, and tight, forming a flawless heart shape that tapers down to her thighs. The skin is smooth and pale, marred only by the bright red handprint you just left. And nestled right between those perfect cheeks is the main event: her pussy, swollen and pink from her orgasm, glistening with her squirt, an open, inviting target.

You kneel on the bed behind her, the cool leather of the belt dangling from your hand. You press the head of your cock against her slick entrance, feeling her jolt as your flesh meets hers. Her whole body tenses in anticipation.

Then, you raise the belt. You bring it down not with full force, but with a sharp, stinging crack right next to your handprint. Another red line appears on her perfect skin. She cries out again, her hips bucking instinctively.

You lean forward, your mouth close to her ear, your cock still teasing her entrance.

"Now move," you command. "Ride my cock. You do the work."

A shudder runs through her body. A low, guttural moan escapes her lips. And she obeys. She starts to move, slowly at first, pushing her ass back against your stationary cock, impaling herself on you one inch at a time.

Her first backward thrust is slow, hesitant, a question. The hot, wet walls of her pussy envelop you, the tightness from this new angle making you hiss through your teeth. She moves with a careful, deliberate slowness, impaling herself on your stationary cock until you are buried to the hilt once more. She holds herself there for a moment, her whole body trembling with the overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely.

You give her a moment to adjust, and then you lift the belt.

The sound of the leather slapping against her skin is sharp and loud, a stark punctuation mark in the quiet room. It lands squarely on her left ass cheek, leaving an immediate, angry red line. She screams, a high, piercing sound that is nothing like her earlier moans. This is a scream of shock, of pain, of pure, unadulterated sensation. And as she screams, she instinctively thrusts her ass back hard against you, a desperate, convulsive movement.

"Yes," you growl. "That's it. That's the rhythm. You want my cock? You earn it with your screams.

Another sharp smack, this time on the other cheek. She screams again, and again her hips slam back against you, grinding down on your shaft. She’s getting it now. The connection between the sting of the belt and the deep, stretching pleasure of your cock is being hardwired into her brain.

"Oh god... yes!" she cries out. "Please, daddy, more! Hit me again!"

"You want more?" you ask. You bring the belt down again, harder this time, right over the first mark. "You want me to punish this perfect ass?"

"Yes! I love it! Please!" she sobs. She’s moving faster now, her initial hesitation completely gone. She’s a natural, a perfect little slut who was born to be broken like this.

"Listen to her, baby!" Eunbi’s delighted shout comes from the armchair. You glance over. She’s a vision of pure lust, her body slick with sweat, her hand moving between her legs so fast it’s a blur. "Listen to her screaming for you! It's making me so fucking wet! Leave bruises on her! I want her to see them for days and remember who she belongs to!"

Wonyoung seems to hear her, and it only spurs her on. "Please, daddy, leave your marks on me! I want to see them! I want everyone to know I'm your whore!"

Her plea is so utterly debased, so beautifully pathetic, that you grant her wish without hesitation. You abandon any pretense of gentleness. You begin to spank her in a steady, relentless rhythm, the belt falling again and again, crisscrossing over her skin. You don't aim for the same spot twice, instead creating a brutal, beautiful lattice of red welts across the pale canvas of her ass. And with every single impact, she screams and fucks herself down onto your cock harder, faster, her moans becoming a constant, breathless litany of "yes," "please," and "daddy."

The view is intoxicating, a fucking masterpiece of depravity that you are both the artist and the subject of. Her back is arched, her spine curved in a perfect line of submission. Her long, dark hair is a sweaty mess, clinging to her neck and face. Her knuckles are white where she grips the sheets. And her ass... her perfect, round, tight ass is now a mess of angry red lines and the fading handprint from before, flexing and clenching around the base of your cock as she rides you with frantic abandon. You can see her pussy from this angle, her swollen pink lips stretched wide around your shaft, glistening with her juices. It’s a sight you will never forget.

"You're doing so good, Wony," Eunbi pants from across the room, her own orgasm clearly approaching. "You sound so fucking good when he hurts you. Keep screaming for him. Scream for us."

"I'm screaming," Wonyoung sobs, her body trembling violently. "I'm close, daddy, please, I'm so close."

You can feel it. Her inner walls are fluttering and clenching around you in a series of powerful spasms. She's on the verge of another orgasm, this one born from a perfect, chaotic storm of pain, pleasure, and humiliation. You bring the belt down one last time, a hard, definitive smack that makes her whole body jolt.

"Then cum for me," you roar. "Cum from the pain. Cum from my cock. Cum like the good little slut you are."

It’s all she needs. Her body locks up, her back bowing at an impossible angle. A long, guttural scream rips from her throat as her second orgasm crashes over her, this one even more violent than the first. Her pussy clenches around you in a series of deep, milking convulsions, and you feel another gush of her sweet, hot cream flood her, coating your cock, dripping down onto the already-soaked sheets. She collapses forward onto the bed, her body a trembling, shuddering mess, her frantic riding slowing to a weak, exhausted grind. But you don't stop. You grab her hips, pulling her back up, and begin to fuck her yourself, your own rhythm hard, deep, and steady, taking control now that she has nothing left to give.

Wonyoung’s orgasm doesn’t bring her a moment's peace. There is no gentle afterglow, no tender comedown. The second her body begins to relax from its violent, shuddering climax, you renew your assault. You don't give her a single second to recover. You begin fucking her again with a hard, driving rhythm, your hips slamming into her bruised, trembling flesh without mercy. Her body is exquisitely, painfully sensitive, every nerve ending raw and screaming.

The pleasure quickly curdles into over-stimulation. Each deep thrust, which moments ago was a source of bliss, is now an almost unbearable jolt to her system. She starts to whine, her head thrashing from side to side on the bed.

"No, please, daddy, stop," she begs. "Just for a second. Please, it's too much. I'm too sensitive right now... please..."

You ignore her. Her pleas are just noise, the desperate squeaks of a toy being used exactly as it was designed to be used. From the armchair, Eunbi lets out a low groan, her own pleasure reignited by the sight of her friend's suffering. "Don't you dare stop, baby," she pants. "Don't you listen to her. She'll take it. She loves it. Make her take it for me."

You grab Wonyoung's hips, your grip firm, almost bruising, holding her in place as you pound into her relentlessly. Her pussy is still clenching around you in weak, residual spasms, the walls slick with her squirt. With your rhythm steady and punishing, you slowly, deliberately, move your right thumb from her hip. You trace the deep crease of her ass, your thumb gliding easily through the fluids that have trickled down from her pussy.

You find what you're looking for. Her asshole is a tight, perfect, pink little knot. It's beautiful. The force of her recent orgasm has it twitching and blinking non-stop, a tiny, puckered star in the center of her bruised cheeks. It's so incredibly tempting.

You press the pad of your thumb against the tight, wrinkled entrance. She flinches, a sharp intake of breath as she feels the unexpected pressure.

"Shhh," you murmur into her ear. "Just take it."

Slowly, you push your thumb inside.

A choked, high-pitched moan rips from Wonyoung's throat as she feels the invasive pressure, the new sensation of being filled in a way she wasn't prepared for. Her whole body goes rigid, her pussy clenching around your cock so tightly it almost makes you lose control. For a moment, she is completely overwhelmed, her mind overloaded with sensation: the deep, punishing thrusts of your cock in her pussy, the stinging welts on her ass, and now the blunt, stretching pressure of your thumb deep inside her tight little asshole. But then, as you start to gently move your thumb in and out in time with your thrusts, her tension melts away, giving way to a new fresh wave of helpless, abject pleasure. It’s too much. It’s not enough.

She twists her head, looking over her shoulder with wild, pleading eyes, not at you, but at her friend, the architect of her beautiful destruction.

"Eunbi!" she screams. "Oh my god, I'm going to cum again! I can't believe it! He’s not stopping! He's destroying my pussy! Your boyfriend is ruining me!"

Eunbi throws her head back and laughs. The sight of her friend, so completely broken and undone, is the hottest thing in the world. Her own frantic fingering doesn't slow for a second.

"Is he?" Eunbi calls back. "Good. You’re our toy, Wonyoung. You exist to be ruined for our pleasure. You're a whore on your hands and knees, taking cock. Now turn your fucking head around and beg your daddy properly. Beg him to make you cum again. Beg him to break you."

"Please, Daddy," she sobs, her hips bucking frantically against you. "She's right. Please ruin me. I need to cum again. I need you to make me. Please break my pussy, fill both my holes, just please make me cum!"

Her desperate, filthy plea is your cue. As she begs, you release her hips and reach forward, grabbing a thick handful of her long, silky hair. You yank her head back, exposing her throat, forcing her to look up towards the ceiling. The new angle changes everything, driving your cock deeper, hitting a spot that makes her scream in a way she hasn't yet.

"That's my good little whore," you growl, fucking her with a new, savage intensity, using your grip on her hair to control every movement. "Begging so prettily for it."

She’s right there, on the very edge of the cliff. Her body is starting to seize up, the tell-tale tremors of an imminent, massive orgasm.

At the same time, a sharp, strangled gasp comes from the armchair.

"Fuck! I'm coming!" Eunbi shouts, a raw, desperate cry. "Baby, right now! Don't stop!"

Wonyoung hears her, and it seems to push her even further. "Me too! Oh god, daddy, I'm coming too! Together!"

The thought of it, of both your girls climaxing at the exact same moment, for you, because of you, is the ultimate power trip. You focus all your energy on that single goal.

"Yes," you roar. "Together! Both of you! Cum for your daddy! Now!"

It happens all at once.

A piercing, world-shattering scream rips from Wonyoung’s throat as her orgasm finally hits. Her body goes completely rigid, then convulses violently around you. Her inner walls clench and milk your cock in a series of impossibly tight spasms, and you feel another hot gush of her squirt flood from her, soaking you both. At the very peak of her release, you thrust into her as deep as you can possibly go, burying yourself to the hilt, holding her there as she rides out the tidal wave.

Simultaneously, Eunbi’s body goes ramrod straight in her armchair. She screams your name as her own climax crashes down. In her bliss, she instinctively arches her back, a powerful, convulsive movement to heighten the pleasure. The sudden, sharp motion sends a stab of pain shooting up her injured spine. But the pain doesn't curdle the pleasure; it ignites it. The pain and pleasure slam together, amplifying each other into a singular, supernova of sensation. Her scream is not one of simple joy, but of a pleasure so intense it borders on agony. When the last wave finally subsides, she collapses back into the chair, completely boneless, her body slick with sweat. You stop moving, your cock still buried deep inside Wonyoung’s twitching, sensitive pussy as she whimpers softly on the bed, utterly spent.

Eunbi lets out a long, shaky moan. She shifts slightly in the chair, a small wince crossing her face as she feels the dull, residual ache in her lower back: a faint echo, a small price to pay for the tidal wave that just hit her.

"God..." she pants. "I missed cumming that hard." She looks at you, a dazed, grateful smile on her face. "That was... so fucking intense. Fuck, my back is killing me right now, but it was worth it.”

You slowly, reluctantly, pull out of her. The sound is obscenely wet, a soft noise that echoes in the sudden quiet. She whimpers at the loss, her body slumping fully onto the mattress, a beautiful, ruined doll.

Your first concern is for your girlfriend. You turn your head, your eyes finding her in the armchair. She’s still breathing heavily, a hand pressed to her lower back.

"Eunbi? Are you okay?"

She takes a few deep, shuddering breaths before answering, her words a little shaky but firm. "Yes," she gasps, a weak but genuine smile touching her lips. "God, yes. My back is just... reminding me it exists. But I'm fine." She gestures with her head toward the bed, her gaze softening as she looks at her friend. "You should worry about her, not me. Go on."

You turn your full attention to Wonyoung. She is utterly wrecked in the most exquisite way possible. Her hair is a tangled, sweaty halo around her head. Her skin is flushed and covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. The red marks from your hand and the belt stand out in stark, beautiful contrast against her pale ass cheeks. She looks like she’s been through a war and come out the other side in a state of pure bliss.

You crawl onto the bed beside her, leaning close so your lips are next to her ear. "Hey," you whisper gently. "How are you doing? You with me?"

She turns her head slowly, her movements languid. A weak, impossibly cute smile graces her features. Her eyes are hazy and unfocused, but they find yours. "I'm fine," she breathes. "More than fine. And I really want to make you cum now. I want to feel you cum inside me." Her gaze is earnest, pleading. "You can use me however you want. Do anything. Fuck me until you explode inside me and fill my whole pussy with your cum. It's okay," she adds, a practical little detail in the midst of the chaos. "I'm on the pill."

You look from her open, offering face to Eunbi, who has been watching the tender exchange with a knowing smile. The full, twisted reality of the moment hits you. Your girlfriend, the woman you love, is sitting in an armchair, recovering from a pain-laced orgasm, while her best friend begs you to fill her with your seed. It's so fundamentally wrong, so far outside the bounds of a normal relationship, but it's the hottest, most intensely arousing thing you've ever experienced.

You don't have to ask for permission. Eunbi sees the question in your eyes and answers it before you can speak.

"Wonyoung is offering you a gift, baby," she says. "A beautiful, filthy, generous gift. This moment is all yours. You've taken such good care of us tonight. Now it's our turn to take care of you." She leans forward, her eyes locking with yours. "Do what you need to do. And when you're ready, you fill her up. Fill that perfect pussy with your cum. I want to see it."

Wonyoung beams at her friend's words, a radiant, happy smile.

A new wave of purpose surges through you. You grab Wonyoung by the waist, pulling her from her languid state into a sitting position. "Up you get," you command softly.

You slide off the bed and pull her with you. She's shaky on her feet, but you don't let her stand for long. You scoop her up into your arms with an ease that surprises even you. She gasps, her arms instinctively wrapping around your neck, her legs around your waist. She is light, pliant, and fits against you perfectly.

With her held securely against you, you turn and stride across the room, stopping directly in front of Eunbi's armchair. You are presenting your offering to your queen. You want her to see everything, up close and personal.

Wonyoung adjusts herself, her pussy, still dripping and swollen, now hovering right in front of your rigid cock. You guide yourself to her wet entrance, the head of your dick nudging against her slick folds. She moans in anticipation, pushing her hips forward.

With a powerful upward thrust of your hips, you sink into her.

She cries out as you fill her completely, her body held aloft only by your strength. You begin to fuck her right there, in the air, standing a mere foot from your girlfriend's face. You start with slow, powerful thrusts, your hips driving upward, seating your cock as deep inside her as it can possibly go. Each movement is a deliberate, calculated act of possession, and the view is all for Eunbi.

Your girlfriend leans forward in her armchair, her eyes wide and dark with lust, her lips parted. She has a front-row seat, a privileged, exclusive view of the show she orchestrated. She can see everything.

"Oh my god," she breathes, cutting through the wet, slapping sounds of your bodies meeting. "Yes, right there. I can see it all perfectly from here. I can see the base of your cock disappearing into her, baby. It's... perfect." She looks at Wonyoung, whose head is thrown back in ecstasy. "Look at that, Wony. Look at how he fills you up for me. Isn't it beautiful?"

Wonyoung lets out a long, shuddering moan, her body trembling in your arms. She turns her head, her lips brushing against your ear. "Yes, daddy," she pants. "Fuck me for her. Let her watch you use my body. I love it when she watches. Please, go harder."

Her words, her complete and total submission to the dynamic, shatter the last of your control. You begin to fuck her with abandon, your hips slamming into her with a raw, animalistic fury. You’re using her like the fuckdoll she begged to be, a warm, wet hole for your pleasure.

"That's it!" Wonyoung screams, a full-throated cry of ecstasy that rings through the room. "Yes, like that! Don't be gentle! Use me! Use me up!"

"I am," you grunt. "I'm going to fuck you so hard right in front of her, you'll forget whose cock this is. You'll forget everything but this."

The view from Eunbi’s chair must be utterly obscene. She can see the way Wonyoung’s entire body jolts and shakes with every powerful impact. She can see the muscles in your back and shoulders straining as you hold her aloft, your bodies slick with a shared sweat. She sees Wonyoung's face, contorted in a mask of pure, overwhelming pleasure, her mouth open in a silent scream as she takes you again and again. It’s a raw, unfiltered display of ownership, and it’s all for her.

"Yes, baby, yes!" Eunbi cries out. "She's our doll! Our perfect little fuckdoll! Look at how she takes it! She loves it! Fuck her harder! Make her scream my name while you do it!"

You lean in, your lips brushing against Wonyoung's ear again, your thrusts never faltering. "You heard her," you command. "Scream her name for me. Let her know who this is for."

"Eunbi!" Wonyoung shrieks. "Oh god, Eunbi, he feels so good!"

The sound of her name on her friend's lips, screamed out in the throes of passion, seems to amplify Eunbi's pleasure tenfold. Her hips begin to buck in her armchair, her moans becoming louder, more desperate. She's close again, driven there by the sheer, unadulterated filth of the scene unfolding before her.

"Keep going, baby," Eunbi urges from her throne. "Don't you slow down. Not for a second."

You don't. You can't. You’re reaching your absolute limit. Every cell in your body is screaming for release. Wonyoung’s pussy is a slice of heaven, a hot, tight sheath that grips and milks you with every powerful thrust. It’s the best thing you’ve ever felt, and you could fuck her like this for an eternity. The thought of stopping is impossible, but the thought of continuing is pushing you right over the edge.

"Are you getting close?" Eunbi’s question is sharp, cutting through your haze. "Tell me you're close."

"Yes," you pant. "Fuck, I'm so close."

She somehow finds another reserve of energy, her hips beginning to grind against you with a new fervor. "Daddy," she sobs against your neck, the name a brand of ownership. "Oh god, daddy..."

You’re almost there. The point of no return is rushing toward you, a freight train of pure sensation. The world narrows to the feeling of her tight, wet heat, the sound of her whimpers, and the sight of your girlfriend watching it all.

That's when they start begging.

"That's it, baby, you're right there!" Eunbi cries out. "Don't you dare hold back! Give it to her! Give us your cum! We've been such good little sluts for you, we deserve it! Drown her in it!"

"Please, Daddy, please cum inside me!" Wonyoung pleads, her hot breath ghosting across your skin. "Fill me up! I want to feel you explode inside my pussy! I need to be your good girl and take all of your cum! Please!"

"Beg him, Wony!" Eunbi commands. "Beg him for it!"

"Please, daddy! For her! For me! Cum for us!"

Their pleas, their unified desire to be used and filled and to witness it, is the final trigger. A guttural roar tears from your chest. Your grip on Wonyoung’s hips becomes iron, almost bruising. You pull her impossibly tighter against you, your bodies flush, and you fuck her with a final, brutal surge of force. Your thrusts are no longer about rhythm; they are about obliteration. You are trying to drive yourself straight through her, to connect your body to Eunbi's through the vessel of her best friend.

And then, you explode.

Even after coming before, this second release is a torrent. It’s a massive, powerful eruption that has been building for weeks. A huge, hot load of your seed shoots from the head of your cock, pumping deep, deep inside her. You feel the powerful contractions of your own orgasm, the unstoppable flood of release, and you continue to thrust, burying every last drop as deep as it will go.

The sensation of your hot cum flooding her womb is what sends Wonyoung over the edge one last time. A final, piercing scream is torn from her lips as she cums again, her orgasm a direct, violent response to yours. Her whole body convulses in your arms, her inner walls clenching around your still-pulsing cock in a series of exquisite, milking spasms.

In the armchair, Eunbi delights in the shared climax. She screams along with Wonyoung, her hips bucking, her body mimicking the pleasure she’s witnessing. Her own orgasm is a phantom, a sympathetic reaction so powerful it's as if you had actually come inside her, her moans a testament to the absolute success of her depraved, beautiful plan.

For a long moment after, the only sound is the harsh, ragged panting of all three of you. You remain buried deep inside Wonyoung, your forehead pressed against hers, her weight a heavy, satisfying burden in your arms. Finally, with a groan of utter exhaustion, you slowly, carefully, pull your now-softening cock out of her.

Her pussy makes a wet, sucking sound as you withdraw, a sound of obscene finality. And then, a thick, creamy white stream of your cum begins to leak from her swollen, pink lips, the evidence of the massive load you just deposited inside her. You carry her back to the bed and gently lay her down. She is completely boneless, a dazed, blissful smile on her ruined face.

"I'm so full," she whispers, her eyes fluttering shut. "Thank you, daddy."

You look over at Eunbi. She looks sated, triumphant, and utterly exhausted. "That," she says, "was the single hottest thing I have ever seen in my entire life. You were both so good for me.”

You look from Wonyoung’s blissed-out, ruined face on the bed to Eunbi’s triumphant, sated expression in the armchair. Panting, you find the breath to speak.

"Don't get too comfortable," you manage to say. "I have one more surprise for you."

Eunbi’s eyebrows shoot up. A fresh spark of interest ignites in her exhausted eyes. "A surprise?" she asks. "What could you possibly have left after... all of that?"

You look directly at her, your grin widening. "I saved a load just for you."

Her jaw drops slightly. A slow, delighted blush creeps up her neck. "No way," she whispers. "You're still...?"

"He is," Wonyoung confirms from the bed. She pushes herself up with a groan, her movements slow and lazy. As she stands, another thick, creamy white trickle of your cum escapes her pussy and runs down her inner thigh. She doesn't seem to notice, or care. She stumbles over to you, leaning against your side for support, and gestures toward your groin. "I don't understand how it's possible. He's still hard. Even after coming twice like that. It's amazing."

You wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "It's easy when I have the two most beautiful women in the world dedicated to my pleasure." You press a kiss to Eunbi's forehead, then look down at her magnificent breasts. "But this last one... this one is reserved exclusively for the queen." You look at Wonyoung. "I need your help, though. I need you to give me a nice, slow handjob. I want to cum all over your best friend's tits."

Eunbi’s face lights up with pure, unadulterated joy. It's her favorite. "Oh my god, please," she begs, her hands coming up to cup her own breasts in offering. "Please, baby, cover them for me."

Wonyoung smiles, happy to be of service once more. She kneels dutifully in front of you and Eunbi, taking your still-hard cock in her hand. It's slick and sticky with a mixture of her fluids and your own, and her grip is warm and confident. She starts to stroke you, her movements much slower and more deliberate than before.

"That's it," you groan, your head tipping back as she works you with an expert touch. Her speed gradually increases.

"He's getting close again," Eunbi observes, her eyes wide. "Look at his face. Come on, baby. Cum for me. Give it all to me."

The sound of your girlfriend begging for your cum, after everything that has already happened tonight, is so incredibly potent. It’s the final push you need.

"I love you so fucking much," you pant, your eyes locked on hers.

"Please, daddy," Wonyoung whispers from below, her hand focusing its efforts on the sensitive head of your cock, rubbing and twisting in. "Give it to her. Cum for your girls."

"I'm—fuck!—I'm coming!"

And then you do. With a final, guttural roar, you erupt. Another hot, thick load shoots from your cock, splattering all over Eunbi’s waiting chest. You unload everything you have left onto her, painting her beautiful, full breasts with your release. She moans as the hot liquid hits her skin, a sound of pure, decadent bliss. Wonyoung doesn't stop, continuing to stroke your shaft with a gentle, steady rhythm until the last twitch has subsided and your cock finally goes soft in her hand.

For a moment, all is quiet again, save for your ragged breaths. Eunbi looks down at the mess on her chest with a look of utter contentment. She dips a finger into the puddle of cum and slowly, sensually, spreads it all over her tits, coating them in a thick, pearly white sheen.

“Oh, wow,” Wonyoung breathes. “He painted you so perfectly. It’s a shame to just… wipe it away.” She looks up, her eyes meeting Eunbi’s. “Let me clean that up for you, baby. Please?”

Eunbi shifts in the armchair, adjusting herself to give Wonyoung better access, a queen preparing to receive tribute.

“I was hoping you’d offer,” Eunbi purrs. “Don’t let it get cold. Come here.”

Wony crawls forward, looking up at the canvas of your seed on her best friend’s skin with the focus of a master artist.

“So much…” Wonyoung murmurs, reaching out a hesitant finger to trace the edge of a thick white puddle on Eunbi’s right breast. She brings the finger to her lips, tasting you. Her eyes flutter shut for a second. “Mmm. You taste so good on her. Salty and perfect.”

“Then stop tasting with your finger and start using your mouth,” Eunbi commands softly, her hands coming up to tangle in Wonyoung’s hair. “Be a good girl and clean your mess.”

Wonyoung obeys instantly. She leans forward and latches onto one of Eunbi’s large, pink nipples, her mouth hot and eager. She doesn’t just suck; she worships. Her tongue darts out, swirling around the hard nub, licking away every drop of your seed with a meticulous, practiced care. She laves the entire areola, her mouth creating a gentle suction that makes Eunbi’s head fall back against the armchair with a sharp hiss of pleasure.

“Oh, fuck… Wony…” Eunbi gasps, her knuckles white where she grips the arms of the chair. “Your mouth feels… holy shit.”

“God, I missed these big tits,” Wonyoung murmurs against her skin. She works her way across the swell of the breast, her tongue lapping up every last trace of your cum until the skin is clean, pink, and glistening with her own saliva. She pulls back for a moment to admire her work, her lips wet and shiny.

“See?” Wonyoung says, looking up proudly. “All clean. It was too pretty to waste.”

Eunbi’s chest is heaving, her breathing heavy and strained. “Don’t you dare stop now,” she pants, her gaze flicking down to her other breast, still coated in your cooling cum. “The other one is feeling very left out.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Wonyoung promises.

She leans in again, this time starting at the base of the breast, slowly licking a hot, wet path upwards through the sticky mess. She takes her time, cleaning every inch with a devotion that is breathtaking to watch. You can only stand there, completely mesmerized by the scene.

“Look at her, baby,” you say. “Look how she takes care of you for me.”

“I’m watching,” Eunbi breathes. “Fuck, I think I’m getting wet again. It feels so good. Wony, your tongue… it’s magic.”

When Wonyoung finally reaches the second nipple, she takes the entire thing into her mouth, sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. She works it with her tongue and lips until Eunbi is writhing in her chair, soft, wet moans falling from her lips. She cleans and cleans, meticulously, worshipfully, until not a single drop of your seed remains, leaving only two perfectly clean, saliva-slicked breasts, flushed and pink from the attention.

Wonyoung pulls back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Eunbi’s nipple for a split second before it snaps. She looks up, her expression one of pure, triumphant adoration.

Eunbi lets out a long, shuddering sigh of pure bliss, her body going limp in the armchair.

“Good girl,” she whispers, her fingers gently stroking Wonyoung’s hair. “You’re such a good, good girl for us.”

A soft, needy whimper escapes Wonyoung’s lips as Eunbi praises her. She looks up, her face a perfect portrait of adoration, her eyes shining with an almost religious fervor. Her lips are wet, glistening, and her cheeks are flushed a deep, rosy pink.

“Did I do a good job?” she asks, her query a fragile, breathless thing. So beautiful. “Does it make you happy, mommy?”

The new name hangs in the air, it shifts the dynamic yet again, slotting a final, perfect piece into the puzzle of the night. Eunbi just smiles. She loves it. Of course she loves it. Her grip in Wonyoung’s hair tightens, not painfully, but with a firm, definitive ownership.

“Yes,” Eunbi breathes. “It makes mommy very, very happy. You’re such a good girl.” She tilts Wonyoung’s head back slightly. “Did you like it? Tasting him on me?”

Wonyoung nods frantically, her whole body seeming to vibrate with eagerness. “So much. He’s delicious.”

“Good,” Eunbi murmurs, her gaze dropping to Wonyoung’s swollen, glistening lips. “Then I want to taste him, too. Right now.”

She doesn’t wait for an answer. She guides Wonyoung’s face forward, pulling her into a kiss. It’s not a gentle, tender thing. It’s a kiss of pure decadent claiming. The moment their lips touch, Eunbi’s mouth opens, her tongue plunging inside with a demanding urgency.

Wonyoung gasps into the kiss, her body going limp as she surrenders completely. She meets Eunbi’s demand with her own brand of desperate, worshipful passion. It’s a wet, messy, glorious kiss. You can hear the slick, slobbery sounds as their tongues meet and tangle, a frantic dance in the cavern of Wonyoung’s mouth. Eunbi is exploring, tasting every surface, her mission clear: she wants to taste you, to experience the flavor of her own pleasure, recycled through the mouth of her devoted best friend.

She groans, a deep, guttural sound of pure bliss, as she finds what she’s looking for. The distinct, salty tang of your release is still coating Wonyoung’s tongue, and Eunbi savors it, laving her tongue against Wonyoung’s in long, slow, greedy strokes. The kiss deepens, becoming even more carnal, a exchange of spit and arousal. Wonyoung’s hands come up to grip the arms of the chair, her knuckles white, as she’s kissed with a devouring, all-consuming force that seems to steal the very breath from her lungs.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Eunbi pulls back. She moves slowly, dragging the kiss out until the last possible second. A thick, shining string of saliva connects their lips for a moment before it snaps, and you watch, utterly transfixed, as Eunbi licks it from her own lips.

“Mmm,” she sighs, looking down at the completely undone girl at her feet. “He’s even better on you.”

Finally, you move. You crouch in front of Eunbi's chair, taking her hands in yours. You look her in the eye, your heart full. "Baby, I don't even know what to say… Thank you for this," you say. "For the most amazing night of my life. You were right. You're always right. It was perfect." You lean in and kiss her deeply. "I love you."

Wonyoung comes to kneel beside you, taking Eunbi's other hand. "I love you too, mommy," she says. "And thank you... for trusting me with this. With him. It... it means a lot to me. More than you know."

Eunbi looks between the two of you, her eyes suddenly shining with unshed tears. She lets out a shaky, nervous laugh. "Okay, okay, stop it, you two," she says, trying to sound stern but failing. "You're going to make me get all emotional and cry, and that will definitely ruin the mood."

You all laugh together.

"I think," you say, standing up and stretching your tired muscles, "that a bath is in order. A very long, very hot bath."

"I agree," Eunbi says, a tired but happy smile on her face. She looks at Wonyoung. "You should sleep here tonight. If you want to. I think you can survive a night on the couch." She then glances at you, a wicked, suggestive glint returning to her eyes. "It definitely has room for both of you. You know... just in case you get horny again in the middle of the night and need a wet little pussy next to you." She looks back at Wonyoung. "It happens often," she adds, her tone deadpan.

"Are you sure?" Wonyoung asks, a hint of shyness returning. "I don't want to... impose or anything."

"Impose?" Eunbi scoffs, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "Wony, after tonight, you're not just another guest. You're the piece that connects us. Besides, I want you here in the morning. We can have breakfast and some really hot morning sex. Of course, unless his back doesn't get fucked up because of the couch.”

"My back will be fine," you interject with a mock-serious tone. "But I'm not sure that couch is big enough for me, my ego after tonight, and a 'wet little pussy'."

Wonyoung giggles, leaning her head on your shoulder. "I'm sure we can find a way to make it all fit."

"See? It's settled," Eunbi declares, then she sinks deeper into her chair, a look of utter contentment on her face. "Now, about that bath... I think daddy should probably wash both of his good girls.”

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The past two months established a rhythm that was as strange as it was intoxicating. A new kind of normal settled over your apartment, one filled with secret smiles, lingering touches, and nights that were anything but conventional. The routine became second nature. Wonyoung would come over, sometimes under the guise of a movie night, sometimes with no pretense at all. And you would fuck her. You fucked her on the couch while Eunbi directed from her armchair. You fucked her on the floor, on the kitchen counter, against the wall. And every single time, Eunbi was there, a willing, eager audience of one, her hand always slipping between her legs. She loved it. She loved watching you be the monster, and she loved watching her best friend embrace her inner slut. And gradually, amidst this beautifully depraved new life, she healed. The deep ache in her back faded, her movements became less stiff, and her reliance on the crutches lessened until they were finally leaned against a wall, forgotten.

Today marks the final step. The freedom. You walk out of the orthopedic clinic and into the bright, warm afternoon sun, Eunbi’s hand tucked securely in yours. Her leg, pale and a little thin from its time in captivity, is finally free of the heavy plaster cast. She practically skips beside you, a giddy, infectious energy radiating from her.

Her phone buzzes in her pocket. She pulls it out, a wide grin spreading across her face as she reads the message. She shows you the screen. It’s a text from Wonyoung.

Wony <3: Heard the jailbreak was a success! I’m bringing victory pizza for dinner tonight to celebrate. Be there around 7. Don’t have too much fun without me ;) xxx

You can’t help but smile. The thought of seeing Wonyoung, of all three of you being together without the specter of injury hanging over you, feels incredibly good.

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The moment you step through the front door of your apartment, Eunbi lets out a whoop of pure joy. Before you can even react, she launches herself at you, jumping into your arms. You stumble back a step, laughing as you catch her, her legs instinctively wrapping around your waist. It’s the most unguarded, athletic movement she’s made in months.

"Whoa there, killer." You tighten your grip on her, easily holding her weight. "Just because you're one hundred percent recovered doesn't mean you need to start trying to break the other leg. I'm running out of couches to sleep on."

She just pouts, burying her face in the crook of your neck. You carry her over to the sofa and drop down, her still comfortably settled in your lap. "It feels good to have you complete again," you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. "Whole."

"Mmm, it feels good to be whole." She leans back. "You know what this means, don't you? No more restrictions. We can finally go back to having lots, and lots, and lots of sex. The real kind."

"I am very aware," you confirm, your hand sliding down to squeeze her ass. "And I am very much looking forward to it." You pause. "Wonyoung was… she was a really good friend through all of this. A lifesaver." A thought strikes you, and you voice it. "I was a little worried things might get awkward between all of us, you know? Once you were better. But it’s not. It feels… normal."

"Of course it's not awkward." Eunbi says it with such confidence, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "We’re all well-adjusted, mature adults who can handle complex emotional and sexual situations."

You let out a soft, almost wistful sigh, thinking of the intense, secret nights of the past two months. "Yeah. I guess so. Still… it was good while it lasted."

Eunbi’s smile turns into a slow, mischievous smirk. She traces a finger over your bottom lip. "Who said anything about it ending?"

You frown, confused. "What do you mean? You're healed. We don't need… her help… anymore."

"Need?" She lets out a soft laugh. "Oh, baby. This stopped being about 'need' a long, long time ago. This is about 'want' now." She leans in closer. "It turns out, I enjoyed watching you fuck Wonyoung even more than I imagined I would. Seeing you so primal, so dominant… and seeing her so happy to take it, so broken for you… it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. It’s a part of us now. Our relationship is working better than it ever has."

She punctuates her sentence with a soft kiss. "So why on earth would we stop doing something that makes all three of us this happy?" She pulls back, her eyes glittering with her grand finale. "But, of course, there’s going to be one major change to the arrangement."

You stare at her, your mind trying to catch up. "What change?"

"Now," she purrs, "I'm going to join in, too."

You look at her, searching her face for any hint that this is a joke, a fantasy. You find none. Only pure, delicious, serious intent. "Are you serious?"

"Deadly serious."

The three of you. Together. No restrictions. Wow.

"Wow," you breathe out. "Wonyoung is going to be very, very happy when she finds out about this." You think back to the last time, just a few days ago. The energy was different, tinged with a quiet sadness. It felt like a farewell. "That last time… it was kind of melancholy. I think she really thought it was over for good."

"Then she’s in for a very nice surprise at dinner tonight, isn't she?" Eunbi says, her smile triumphant. She shifts in your lap, grinding down against you. "But dinner is hours away." Her hands tangle in your hair, pulling your face down to hers. "And we have two months of lost time to make up for. Right now." Her lips are inches from yours.

"Take me to the bedroom, daddy."

[sluts4slut]

The Assemblymen's Mistress (Kwon Eunbi X M Reader)

The wood-paneled halls of the National Assembly are silent, save for the rhythmic, authoritative click of Oxford brogues against the marble. Park Y/n is the youngest Assemblyman in the Saenuri faction, a man whose lineage is as impeccable as the break in his Brioni trousers. To the public, he is the "National Son-in-Law"—a devoted husband to his wife, the daughter of a Constitutional Court Justice, and a brilliant legal mind destined for the Blue House. His image is built on high-collared shirts, a silver wedding band, and a gaze that suggests a man who has never known a moment of moral weakness.

But behind the heavy oak doors of his private office in Yeouido, the "National Son-in-Law" evaporates. The cold, calculating politician is replaced by a man who understands that power is only worth holding if it can buy the things the law forbids. He doesn't just pass the laws; he owns the people who enforce them.

Time: 11:45 PM Date: Wednesday, March 18, 2026 Location: Penthouse Suite – Signiel Seoul (Lotte World Tower)

The city of Seoul is a sprawling grid of neon nerves 100 floors below you. You stand by the window, your tie loosened but not removed, swirling a glass of Hibiki 21 that costs more than a junior staffer’s monthly salary. Your reflection in the glass is sharp—the face of a man who just successfully pushed a multi-billion won deregulation bill through the committee.

The electronic lock on the suite door chirps. You don't turn around. You know the sound of her heels—Saint Laurent stilettos, the ones you bought her last month to celebrate her solo debut hitting number one on the charts.

"You're late, Eunbi-ya," you say, your voice smooth and devoid of the performative warmth you use for the cameras.

Kwon Eunbi closes the door with a soft thud. She’s wearing a trench coat draped over her shoulders, but as she walks into the amber light of the suite, she lets it slide to the floor. Underneath, she’s wearing a sheer, black lace bodysuit from La Perla—a gift you’d left in her dressing room at Inkigayo earlier that day.

"The fans wouldn't leave the garage," she says, her voice a mix of exhaustion and that breathless, desperate hunger she only shows you. She walks toward you, her eyes fixed on the silver ring on your left hand—the one that represents your "perfect" life. "And I had to make sure the manager was sufficiently... distracted."

She stops inches away from you, the scent of her Tom Ford perfume mixing with the smoke of your scotch. She reaches up, her fingers tracing the sharp line of your jaw, then moving down to tug at your silk tie.

"The 'People’s Assemblyman' looks tired," she whispers, her thumb brushing against your lower lip. "Did the session go poorly? Or did your wife nag you about the charity gala again?"

You set the glass down on the mahogany table. Your hand finds her waist, pulling her flush against you. The contrast is stark: your stiff, expensive wool suit against her soft, exposed skin. You represent the law; she represents everything you’re willing to do to break it.

"My wife is at her father’s estate in Daegu for the weekend," you mutter, your hand sliding down to the curve of her hip, squeezing just hard enough to make her gasp. "And you know better than to mention her here."

"I like it when you get cold, Y/n-ah," she breathes, her hands sliding under your blazer to find the heat of your chest. She drops to her knees, looking up at you with the same eyes that millions of fans worship on screen, but here, she’s just a girl looking for her next payout—both financial and physical.

She unbuckles your Hermès belt with practiced ease. "The fans think I'm the 'Waterbomb Goddess.' They have no idea I belong to a man who writes the very laws that are supposed to keep me 'pure.'"

She peels your trousers down, and your cock snaps free, thick and pulsing with the suppressed rage of a day spent playing the "perfect citizen." She doesn't hesitate; she takes you into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head with a wet, heavy suction that makes the lights of Seoul blur in your vision.

You reach down, your fingers tangling in her dark hair, forcing her deeper. This is the only place in the world where you don't have to be the Honorable Park Y/n. Here, you're just the man who owns her.

"Faster," you command, your voice a low growl.

Eunbi obeys, her throat opening up to accommodate you, her hand moving to stroke your base. The risk of your position, the sheer weight of your secret, and the sight of Korea’s top soloist kneeling at your feet is a more potent drug than any alcohol.

The muffled, frantic vibration of your Samsung Galaxy Z Fold on the mahogany side table shatters the silence of the suite. The screen glows with a name that makes your blood run cold even in the heat of the moment: Chairman Choi – National Assembly Majority Leader.

You stiffen, your hand tightening instinctively in Eunbi’s hair. She lets out a small, choked sound, her eyes fluttering up to yours, dark and clouded with lust. She doesn't stop, her tongue continuing to swirl around the sensitive rim of your crown, oblivious to the fact that the man on the other end of that phone could end your career with a single leaked transcript.

"Eunbi. Stop," you rasp, your voice thick.

She pulls back slowly, a thin, silver thread of saliva connecting her lip to the head of your cock. She looks at the phone, then back at you, a playful, dangerous smirk tugging at her mouth.

"The Chairman?" she whispers, her hand continuing to stroke your length with a slow, agonizing rhythm. "He’s such a bore. Tell him you’re in a ‘closed-door session.’"

The phone vibrates again. You reach out, your fingers hovering over the glass. If you don't answer, he’ll call your wife’s father. If you do answer and he hears her...

"I have to take this," you mutter, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at you. "Not a sound. If you breathe too loud, I’ll cut your allowance for the next three months. Understand?"

Eunbi’s eyes flash—part fear, part thrill. She nods, then leans forward, her tongue darting out to lick the very tip of you before she settles her cheek against your thigh, looking up at you like a predator waiting for the signal.

You swipe the screen. "Chairman Choi. I apologize for the hour. I was just reviewing the final amendments for the Seoul Redevelopment Act."

Your voice is a masterpiece of political theater—steady, authoritative, and completely devoid of the fact that Korea’s most famous soloist is currently kneeling between your legs.

"Park Y/n," the Chairman’s voice crackles, gravelly and hurried. "We have a problem. The prosecution just executed a search warrant on the Dongdaemun District Office. They’re looking for the ledger on the ‘S-Project.’ Your name isn't on the warrant yet, but we need to move the offshore accounts by sunrise."

Beneath you, Eunbi decides to test your resolve. She leans in, her lips barely brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, her warm breath hitching as she listens to the man who holds your future in his hands.

"I understand, Chairman," you say, your knuckles turning white as you grip the edge of the table. "I’ll contact the trustees in Singapore immediately. We’ll scrub the digital trail before the morning session."

Eunbi’s hand slides up, her fingers wrapping around your base, squeezing firmly as she begins to move her hand in a slow, torturous slide. You feel a surge of heat hit the back of your throat. Your breath hitches—a fraction of a second too long.

"Park? You still there?" the Chairman asks, his tone sharpening. "You sound... out of breath. Are you at the gym this late?"

"Just... the stairs, Chairman," you manage, your teeth gritting as Eunbi’s tongue finds the head of your cock again, light and teasing. "The elevator is out for maintenance at my residence. I’ll call you from a secure line in ten minutes."

"Make it five," the Chairman grunts and hangs up.

The silence that follows is deafening. You drop the phone onto the carpet and look down at Eunbi. She’s looking up at you, her expression one of pure, unadulterated triumph. She knows she almost broke the "National Son-in-Law."

"You're a demon," you growl, reaching down and grabbing her by the waist, hoisting her up until she’s pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window.

"And you're a liar, Y/n-ah," she whispers, her legs wrapping around your waist, the black lace of her bodysuit scratching against your skin. "A very, very good one. Now... show me how you handle a real crisis."

The glass of the Signiel penthouse is cold against her back, but the heat radiating between your bodies is a physical weight. You don't bother with the bed; the adrenaline from the Chairman’s call has turned your blood into liquid fire, and the sight of Eunbi pinned against the skyline of the city you technically rule is too perfect a power trip to move.

You hoist her up, her legs wrapping around your waist with a desperate strength. The sheer La Perla lace of her bodysuit is the only thing between you until you reach down and tear the crotch aside, the delicate fabric giving way with a sharp, satisfying rip. You enter her in one smooth, heavy thrust, bottoming out against her cervix.

She lets out a high, broken cry that fogged the window, her head falling back against the reinforced glass. The contrast is intoxicating: the frozen, silent city 100 floors below and the wet, rhythmic friction of Korea’s most "virtuous" politician burying himself in its most coveted soloist.

You flip her around, pressing her chest against the window so she’s forced to look out at the National Assembly building in the distance—the very place where your face is plastered on campaign posters. From behind, you reach around, your large hands cupping her breasts. They are heavy and warm, spilling over your fingers as you knead the soft flesh, your thumbs rhythmically flicking her hardened nipples.

You lean down, your mouth finding the sensitive curve where her neck meets her shoulder. You bite—not enough to bleed, but enough to leave a signature that her stylists will have to work overtime to hide with Dermacol tomorrow.

"Look at it, Eunbi-ya," you growl into her ear, your hips slamming into her with a primal, unrelenting pace. "That’s my city. And you’re my favorite thing in it."

She groans, her forehead resting against the glass, her breath coming in short, ragged hitches. "Y/n... ah... slower... you're going to... break me..."

The friction is building to a flashpoint. Because it’s raw, you can feel every twitch of her internal muscles, the way she’s clenching around you as she nears her own peak. The sensation of skin-on-skin is a luxury your "perfect" life rarely allows, and the lack of a barrier makes every thrust feel electric.

As you reach the point of no return, your movements become frantic, your breath hitching just like it did on the phone. You’re seconds away from ruining everything—a child with a mistress would be the end of the "S-Project" and your seat in the Assembly.

Eunbi feels the change in your rhythm, the way your body stiffens as you prepare to let go. She reaches back, her hand fumbling for your thigh, squeezing hard to anchor you.

"Y/n... pull out," she gasps, her voice trembling with the force of her own orgasm. "Don't... don't put it inside. Remember the 'S-Project'... pull out..."

You hear her, but the haze of pleasure is thick. At the last possible second, you growl and yank yourself free, the wet sound of the withdrawal echoing in the silent suite. You spill across the small of her back and the glass of the window, the hot, white evidence of your betrayal of the state—and your wife—sliding down her skin in the moonlight.

You lean your forehead against the back of her head, both of you gasping for air, the hum of the city below the only thing left to witness the crime.

[bunnsfw]

Hannya: Act II 執着 (Shūchaku) - Attachment

Summary: She was kind to you because Tsuki made sure she would be. Everything you mistook for choice was a door she opened.

Tags: Tsuki (Billlie) & Kwon Eunbi (iz*one) x Male Reader (Named OC) | Wordcount: 12,414~ | Supernatural, Smut, Corporate Drama

A/N: There's a moment in this chapter where I get exactly what I asked for. I don't think you're going to like me much by the time you see what happens in the middle of it. Hey, you. I'm back. You probably remember me. Bunn is back at it; hope you didn't wait too much. This might be the last time he posts on schedule. Same arrangement: you're in my head, Tsuki's in the comments, I am sorry about both. Leave a comment whenever I fuck up or say something you agree with. Tell me at the end if you would have done it differently. You can directly address us in the replies if you're into that. -日の出 明宏

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Fuck you’re so tight. You whisper to your monthly budget after spending three thousand dollars. You then realize it is in your best financial interest if you just died yesterday.

That’s what the plate costs. You’d balked at the number when you researched it, but then you’d calculated the potential return on investment and transferred the money anyway (you’re starting to feel like you don’t have a choice in Tsuki’s games). 

It’s just a month of eating nothing but instant ramen, all good.

Now you’re standing in the Park Hyatt ballroom, nursing champagne you’re forced to carry around, scanning the crowd for a woman you’ve never actually seen.

Kwon Eunbi. Runs the family’s venture fund. Daughter of Kwon Minjun, the shipping magnate who built an empire from a single cargo container and what your research politely categorized  “aggressive business practices.”

You’ve perused her resume. You know her role in this game of thrones. Her mask is still on and you’ve yet to see her true face.

She keeps a low profile which means no socials—no press conferences; a ghost to people who are not in the same tax bracket. The only photo you found was from a Harvard alumni newsletter, grainy and five years old, mostly obscured by a podium. Smart, probably. When your family’s net worth has eleven digits, anonymity is a luxury worth protecting.

Your phone buzzes. You’re not surprised anymore.

But this time it isn’t Tsuki.

Kim Jiwoo · Seoul Financial Review · Voicemail (3)

Three voicemails. Three. From a journalist whose byline alone makes lawyers nervous. This is fine. You silence the phone in your pocket and pull it out again, this time braced for what comes next.

般若: stop looking so constipated

般若: show them that you belong here

般若: act like it Akihiro-kun~

You glance around the room. She’s nowhere to be found. Of course, she’s never anywhere until she wants to be. You give up trying to figure it out.

You slide your phone in your pocket and try to actually look like you belong.

Nope. It doesn’t work. Who am I kidding?

Three people you recognize from past industry events have already done the classic Tokyo Sidestep: That maneuver when someone spots you; calculates the reputational cost of association; and then suddenly discovers the most fascinating painting on the opposite wall.

The gratitude of the finance world. So fickle. Truly heartwarming.

You’re contemplating whether the open bar is worth the walk across the room when someone appears at your elbow.

“You look like a man who’s doing math he doesn’t want to do.”

The words hit you like a slap. You turn, half-expecting dark eyes and that dangerous smile.

But the woman standing there is nothing like Tsuki.

“Sorry”, you manage. “What?”

She’s short. Barely reaches your shoulder, even in heels. But she carries herself like she’s six feet tall, shoulders back, chin lifted, taking up space in a way that makes you notice her despite her size. Her face is open and expressive, eyes bright with amusement, mouth curved into a smile that’s warm instead of cunning.

“You’re doing calculations.” She points and gestures at your face with her champagne glass. “I can see the spreadsheets running behind your eyes. Let me guess. Cost-benefit analysis of whether the networking potential justifies the plate price?”

“More or less.”

“The answer is no, by the way. The people worth talking to at these things don’t care about the gala. They come for the after-parties.” She extends her hand. Her grip is firm, warm, no hesitation. “Kwon Eunbi.”

Kwon…

Kwon!

Your brain, still hungover from a week of Tsuki’s games, takes a full three seconds to catch up. This is her. The daughter. The one Tsuki pointed you toward.

“You’re…”

“The chairman’s daughter. Yes.” She’s still smiling, and finally lets go of your hand. “And you’re Hinode Akihiro. The Ishikawa refugee father won’t stop talking about.”

“Your father…”

“Mentioned you, raved about you even. Multiple times over dinner, actually. Something about discretion, and restructuring and a man who actually reads the fine print.” She tilts her head, studying you so openly that it’s almost unsettling after Tsuki’s constant obscurity. “He said you seemed like someone who could be trusted. And hmm. I wanted to see that for myself.”

“And? What do you think so far?”

“Hmmm. I’m not sold yet.” She’s still smiling; the corner of lips reaches her eyes. “Buy me a drink or two and improve your odds.”

You’re already walking toward the bar before you realize you’re doing it. You hope she likes water because that’s all you can afford right now.

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She’s an animated yapper; talks with her whole face and her hands. 

That’s the first thing you notice. Everything she says comes with gestures: pointing, waving, occasionally touching your arm with her soft, warm hands when she’s making a point. 

Normally, it would be annoying. It isn’t; far from it.

“Harvard was a blast but academically, it was fine,” she’s saying, swirling her wine. “The MBA was useful. But true education was watching my father breeze through a hostile takeover when I was just fifteen: Boardroom politics, shareholder manipulation, the art of knowing which knife goes in which back—and when to twist it.” She grins. “You don’t learn that in business school.”

“Uh… Your father seems…”

“Ruthless? Yeah, of course he is. But, he is also fair, which I understand might be hard to believe.” She sets her glass down. “He’s a man who respects competence. Maybe that’s why he’s drawn towards you.”

“He doesn’t know me that well yet.”

“He knows your work. The Taniguchi restructuring, that was all you, wasn’t it? Everyone assumed it was Matsuda leading, but the footnotes told a different story.”

You blink. Closed your mouth you didn’t know opened. The Taniguchi deal was four years ago. Buried in the middle of your tenure, overshadowed by bigger clients, and flashier wins. You’d honestly forgotten anyone outside the firm even knew about it.

“Wait, how did you…”

“My father taught me that truth lives in what people don’t say out loud.” She leans in, conspiratorial, and you notice the curve of her neckline, the fullness suggested beneath her understated black dress. You look away before she catches you. “Font-size twelve is for show. It’s theatre. The real story is buried in font-size eight, where details are synonymous to the truth.”

“And what did you find buried about me?”

“That you’re thorough… you’re careful. That you caught three errors in the Taniguchi financials that could have tanked the whole deal, and you fixed them behind the scenes without stealing the show.” She sits back. “It’s a rare quality you showed there. Most people would have made a scene. You just.. Played your part. And you played your part well.”

Your shoulders drop. You hadn’t realized you’d been holding them so tight. 

“It wasn’t my intention to look noble,” you say. “I just wanted to get the job done, move on, and close the deal.”

“No need to minimize your accomplishments Hinode-san.” She flags down a waiter, orders something in rapid Korean that you don’t catch. “To pose as a noble man is easy. Literally anyone can look noble with an audience. Continuing to do so when no one’s watching? That’s the quality of a man I look for.”

The waiter returns with two small plates. Some kind of appetizer. Looks expensive, it has caviar on it so it must be. She pushes one towards you.

“Eat. You look like you’ve been running on coffee, instant ramen, and spite for a week.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re clearly lying.” She picks up her fork, takes a bite, side-eyes you until you do the same. “There. Was that so hard Hinode-san?”

It wasn’t. The food is good—sooo fucking good. You’re famished, actually. It’s been the most normal food you’ve eaten in days. You’d skipped multiple meals just to save up for the plate fee.

“My father wants to meet you properly,” she says. “Not in this gala. Somewhere we can actually talk. I’m flying to Seoul on Wednesday. You should come with.”

“I… what?”

“You sound like I’m taking you hostage.” She laughs, nothing like Tsuki’s. Bright and loud and unbothered by who might hear. “It’s a business opportunity, Hinode-san. The family has some restructuring needs. Complicated, sensitive, the kind of thing that requires someone who reads between the lines and doesn’t make scenes.”

“You don’t know me all that well yet.”

“I know enough.” She meets your eyes; holds them. “The question is whether you’re willing to go tit-for-tat. Full disclosure, Hinode-san: I don’t do slow. So… are you in or should we go back to pretending we’re enjoying our time in this gala as just acquaintances.”

What is this? You’re taken aback by the directness. It’s the opposite of Tsuki: She’s not an abyss with the sole intention of manipulating you. Just a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it wholeheartedly.

“Why me?” you ask. “Your father could hire anyone, firms or people without scandals attached to their names.”

“Because the firms are slow and people who play safe are boring.” She leans forward, and you catch a hint of her perfume. Airy floral with a hint of citrus and musky notes; subtle, and expensive. Not loud, nothing you can name, like the whisper she imparts: “And I’ve talked with your old firm and one thing is consistent when they mention you: he’s good, but he’ll never make partner because he refuses to play the game.”

“That’s not a compliment at all.”

“Of course it is.” Her hand finds your arm again. “The game is rigged anyways. I don’t need someone who plays it. I need someone who wins despite it.” 

The words land somewhere deep and you just had to take a mental note on it.

“Before I give my answer. There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask.”

“You can ask me anything. Whether I answer is a different question.”

“Why venture capital? With your family’s resources, you could easily do anything. Run a division. Start your own company. Why spend your time evaluating other people’s dreams when you can just build on the foundations you already own?”

Her eyebrows lift. 

“Because building something from scratch is terrifying,” she says. “And I like being terrified.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Sure it does. My father built his empire from nothing: Started with one shipping container, made a lot of friends and enemies, and faced it all head on. By the time I was born, we had everything. Money, power, the whole package. I’ve never had to struggle for anything in my life.”

“Most people would call that lucky, privileged, and being blessed.”

“Most people get it wrong.” She sets her wine down, her expressions stiffen. “I refuse to be a nepo baby coasting life carefree on comfortable ground. That’s how people get soft, weak, and they start believing they deserve things they never earned.” She picks up her glass, takes a sip, and leans back; watching you. “I’ve seen my cousins live like that. Drowning in money, no clue how to survive without it. I’d rather burn than end up like those pathetic losers.”

“So instead you chose the hardest path to get there?”

“I chose a path that scares me. Venture capital isn’t hard, it’s just math and trusting your gut instinct. But every investment is a bet. Every bet can fail. And every failure is mine. Not my father’s. Not my family’s. Mine.” She takes another sip of her wine. “I needed something that was mine.”

“Ishikawa wasn’t mine,” you say. “It only felt like it was. I gave it twelve years. I worked my ass off, but when everything fell apart… they cut me out like I was nothing. Like I’d never been there at all. Like everything I’ve done isn’t the reason why we’re up there in the first place.”

“That’s what happens when you build someone else’s house.” Her eyes lock in on yours. “You’re never going to do that again, are you?”

“No.”

“Good boy.” She finishes her wine. Sets down the glass with a decisive click. “Then we’re quite the compatible pair, aren’t we?”

Your heart did a thing. Your body who you’ve trusted all these years betrays you as well. Those combinations of words are not what you’d expect in this setting. 

You should really be saying no; ask for time to think. You should do the careful, logical thing that twelve years of professional discipline has trained you to do.

“Wednesday,” you say. “What time?”

Her smile could power a small nation.

“I’ll text you the details.” She stands, and when she stretches slightly you finally see her full figure. Compact but curved. Full bust straining subtly against understated fabric. Hips that move with confident purpose. She’s been hiding it well, but now that you’ve noticed, you can’t unnotice. “And Hinode-san? Wear something that fits. You’ve got the shoulders for a good suit. Stop hiding them in whatever that is.”

“This suit is fine.”

“That suit makes you look like a grandpa.” She’s already walking away. “I’ll send you the name of our tailor. Consider it a business expense.”

Why does everyone always have something to say about your suits?

She’s gone before you can respond.

You stand there, holding an empty champagne glass, trying to understand what just happened. A woman you’ve never met just offered you a lifeline, insulted your wardrobe, and walked away like she owned the room. (She probably does own this room—or her family does at least; you figured it’s the same thing.)

Your phone buzzes.

般若: good boy~

般若: she’s exactly what you need

般若: stable, normal, everything I’m not, am I right?

般若: she’ll take good care of you

般若: in ways I won’t~

般若: oh and are you not curious about me yet, Akihiro-kun?

You stare at the screen. Then at the bustling crowd, where Eunbi has disappeared. Then back at the screen.

In ways I won’t.

What the fuck does that mean?

✦✦⟡⟡⟡⟡

Tsuki is waiting when you get home.

She’s sitting on your couch like she belongs there, legs crossed, one of your books open in her lap. The lamp casts warm light across her face, and for a moment you just stand in the doorway, keys in hand, too tired to even be surprised.

“The key under the fire escape,” you say. “Really?”

“You should find a better hiding spot.” She doesn’t look up from the book. “That’s the first place anyone checks.”

“Anyone who’s breaking in, maybe.”

“Anyone who’s paying attention.” Now she looks up. Those eyes. You notice it now in a way you didn’t before. At the bar, in the hotel, in the corridor, and here in your apartment. The same flat darkness, catching light wrong. Human eyes dilate with arousal, fear, interest. Hers don’t. “I pay attention.”

You close the door behind you. Drop your keys on the counter.

“That Kwon daughter,” you say. “That was all you, huh? You set that up.”

“Did I?”

“Don’t.” You cross the room, stop in front of her. “Don’t play games. Not tonight. I’m tired.”

She sets the book aside. Uncrosses her legs. Stands in one fluid motion, close enough that you can smell her. That dark sweet scent that’s haunted you for a week.

“You’re tense, Aki-kun” she says. Her hands find your chest. Presses flat over your heart. “I can feel it. All that anxiety, all that fear about what comes next, about Seoul, about whether you’re good enough.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re lying.” She steps closer. Her body presses against yours. “But I can help with that.”

“How?”

“How about I take care of you tonight.” Her fingers work at your tie, loosening it. “Let me remind you what you’re capable of.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Well. It’s the only answer I’m giving.” She pulls the tie free. Drops it on the floor. “Do you want me to stop?”

You should say yes. You should demand explanations, answers, something that makes sense. You should—”

“No.”

“Good boy.”

She kisses you. Hard. Hungry. Her tongue slides against yours and her hands are everywhere, pulling at your shirt, your belt, anything between her skin and yours.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” she breathes against your mouth. “Thinking about how you tasted. How you sounded when I had you in my mouth.”

“Tsuki—”

“Shhh.” She pushes your shirt off your shoulders. Her nails rake down your chest, just hard enough to sting. “Stop talking and just…” She drops to her knees. Your belt is already undone. She pulls down your zipper, frees your already throbbing cock from your boxers, and looks up at you with those flat dark eyes.

“Look at you,” she murmurs. “Already aching hard for me. Already. This. Desperate.” She wraps her hand around your base, strokes slowly. “Did you touch yourself this week thinking about me Aki-kun?”

“Yes.” The words come out strangled.

“How many times?”

“I don’t—”

“How many times, Akihiro?” She squeezes. Just enough pressure to make you gasp. “Three. Maybe four.”

“Did you come?”

“No.” You hadn’t let yourself. It felt wrong. It felt like cheating. “I couldn’t.”

“Because you knew, all this belonged to me.” She strokes again. Twists her wrist at the top.

“Your cock. Your cum. Your pleasure. All. Of. It. Mine.”

She leans forward and licks a stripe from base to tip. Slow. Savoring. You shudder.

“Tsuki—”

“I love the way you say my name.” She swirls her tongue around your cockhead. You start almost chanting her name like a prayer—barely coherent; like you’re begging but words won’t form.

She takes you in.

Hot. Wet. Her mouth is impossibly soft, you swear it’s borderline illegal how her tongue moves, and she takes you deep, deeper than should be comfortable, until you feel the back of her throat and she swallows around you.

“Fuck—” Your hands find her hair. Grip without meaning to. She moans around your cock. The vibration makes your knees buckle.

She pulls back just enough to speak, lips brushing your top. “That’s it. Feel free to fuck my mouth. Take what you need.”

“I don’t want to hurt—”

“Don’t worry, you won’t.” She looks up at you through dark lashes. “I can take it. I can take anything you give me.” She opens her mouth. Sticks out her tongue. Looks at you directly with her dark eyes. Waits.

You thrust.

Shallow at first. Testing. But she moans encouragingly, her hands gripping your hips, pulling you deeper. So you thrust again. Harder. And again. Until you’re fucking her face with a rhythm that’s animal and desperate and nothing like the man you thought you were.

Spit starts to drop down her chin. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes. And still she takes it, takes all of it, making sounds that are wet and obscene and somehow grateful.

“God, you’re—” You can’t finish the sentence. Can barely form coherent thoughts. If this is how you die, then so be it. You’re nearing nirvana. “I’m going to—”

She pulls off.

Fucking hell.

“No.” She wipes her chin with the back of her hand. Stands. “Not yet Aki-kun.”

“Please, Tsuki.” The words come out broken. You’re so hard it hurts, cock slick with her spit, throbbing. “Tsuki, please, let me—”

“I know what you need.” She turns. Walks towards your bedroom. Looks back over her shoulder. “Come with me Akihiro.” You follow her with no hesitation.

She’s already undressing when you reach the doorway. Her dress pools at her feet. No bra. Just black lace panties that barely cover anything. Her breasts are full and perfect, nipples already hard, and she watches your face as you take her in.

“See something you like?”

“Everything.”

“Good answer.” She lies back on your bed. Spreads her legs. Hooks her thumb into her panties and slowly, torturously, slides them down her milky thighs. “Your turn.”

You strip. Practically tear off your remaining clothes. Stand at the edge of the bed, naked and aching, and she looks at you like you’re exactly where she wants you. “On your knees boy,” she says. “I want that mouth of yours on me.”

You kneel. She’s already wet, glistening in the low light, and when you lean in and breathe against her, she shivers. 

“Stop teasing Aki-kun,” she warns.

Your tongue navigates through her already soaked folds and when it finds her clit she gasps, her hips jerking up off the mattress.

“Yes,” she breathes. “Right there. Just like that.”

You eat her like you’re starving; like she’s the first meal you’ve had in weeks. You learn the rhythm she responds to, the pressure, the way she cries out when you suck her clit and push two fingers inside her.

“Fuck. Aki-kun~” Her hands find your hair. Pull hard enough to hurt. “That mouth of yours is so good, so fucking good, don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop—” You don’t plan on stopping any time soon. You work her with your tongue and your fingers until she’s shaking, until her thighs are clamped around your head and her moans have become one long continuous sound.

“I’m going to come,” she gasps. “I’m going to—oh god—”

She breaks.

Her whole body seizes, cunt clenching around your fingers, her cry sharp enough to echo off the walls. You work her through it, gentler now, drawing out every aftershock until she’s pushing you at your shoulders.

“Enough.” She’s panting. Flushed. “Enough. Come here.”

You crawl up her body. She kisses you, tasting herself on your lips, and wraps her legs around your waist.

“I want you inside me,” she whispers. “I’ve wanted it since that first night. Wanted to feel you stretch me, fill me to the brim, fuck me until I can’t think.”

“Then let me—”

“Just. Kidding~”

She pushes you off. Rolls you onto your back. Straddles you, her wet heat hovering just above your cock, so close you can feel her.

“Not tonight Aki-kun.” She rocks her hips. Your cock slides through her folds, slick and hot, the head catching against her entrance on every pass. “Tonight you learn.”

“Learn what?” 

“That I decide when you get to come.” She reaches down. Takes your cock in her hand. Positions you right at her entrance, just barely pressing in. “That I decide how much you get. That every time you close your eyes in Seoul and think about what you want, you’ll think about this—” She presses down. Just the tip slides in. You nearly black out. “—about how close you were. About how good it would have felt.”

She lifts off. Completely. Your cock slaps against your stomach, wet, and desperate, and denied.

“No.” She’s already climbing off the bed. “That’s enough for tonight.”

“Tsuki—”

“Hush.” She picks up her dress. Pulls it on like nothing happened. Like you’re not lying there ruined. “Go to Seoul. Meet her father. Let her take care of you.”

“And then?”

“Then come back to me~” She pauses at the doorway. Looks back over her shoulder with those flat, dark eyes. “I’ll be here.”

“What are you?”

She smiles. Lips closed. Her face is unreadable.

“I’m what you can’t stop wanting. No matter what happens, some part of you will wish it was me.”

Then she’s gone.

You lie there on your bed, cock aching, body thrumming with denied release, more confused than you’ve ever been in your life. Her underwear from the networking event is still in your dresser drawer. You never threw it away.

You don’t touch yourself tonight either.

✦✦⟡⟡⟡⟡

般若: looks like your flight is at noon

般若: nice suit, her tailor?

般若: oooh, that’s expensive~

般若: did you get a sugar mommy now?

般若: oh, and Aki-kun…

般若: try not to fall too hard, ok? (wink tongue emoji)

You stare at her texts until your screen goes dark. Then you close your eyes and try to sleep. You dream of nothing.

✦✦⟡⟡⟡⟡

Wednesday, 6:03 AM

Kwon Eunbi: Good morning! Here’s the flight details: KE706, Narita to Incheon, 12:15 PM

Kwon Eunbi: First class. My treat. Don’t argue.

Kwon Eunbi: 6:04 AM

You: That’s too generous. I can pay for my own ticket.

Kwon Eunbi: 🙄

Kwon Eunbi: No! I’m gonna reimburse this when we get there. Business expense!

You: What happened to refusing the life of a nepo baby?

Kwon Eunbi: 🙄🙄🙄

Kwon Eunbi: Consider it hazard pay then. You’ll be sitting next to me for a few hours. 

You: Hazard pay?

Kwon Eunbi: I’m a terrible plane companion. I don’t stop yapping 😜

Kwon Eunbi: Also I’ve been known to aggressively critique strangers’ work over their shoulders

You: I don’t think I’ll be able to do any work in the air anyways with you yapping beside me

Kwon Eunbi: Then you’re safe

Kwon Eunbi: Text me your address. Car will pick you up at 10.

Kwon Eunbi: See you soon, Hinode-san

You set your phone down. Stare at the ceiling.

Try not to fall too hard.

Too late for that.

✦✦⟡⟡⟡⟡

By noon, you’re in a window seat watching Tokyo shrink beneath the clouds, and Eunbi beside you with a laptop open, running numbers that would make most CFOs weep.

“Stop watching me work,” she says without looking up. “It’s creepy.”

“I’m not watching you work.”

“Well if you’re not watching me work, then you’re watching something.” She glances over; catches you staring at her hands. You can’t help but do so: the way her fingers almost glide across the keyboard, quick and certain; like each character she inputs has already been considered. “Ah. The hands thing. My ex used to do that too.”

“The hands thing?”

“Apparently I have ‘pianist hands.’” She wiggles her fingers. “I can’t play piano, for the record. Complete waste of good genetics. I wonder what it’s good for though.”

“I wasn’t…”

“You were. It’s fine. I get that a lot.” She closes the laptop. Gives you her full attention. “Talk to me. You’re nervous.”

“Of course I’m nervous. I’m meeting your father. This will be my first job ever since leaving Ishikawa.”

“You’re meeting my dad. A potential client that already thinks of you highly.” She shifts in her seat, angling toward you. “You’re going to be fine. You’ve already passed the first test. Stop catastrophizing.”

“I’m not catastrophizing.”

“Your legs say otherwise.”

You look down. It has. Goddamnit.

“I don’t do well with… uncertainty.”

“Then you’re going to hate this, because nothing about working with my family is certain, like at all.” She says it matter-of-factly; no apology. “We’re extremely complicated. We fight. We scheme. Oh, we scheme a lot, you’re not gonna hear the end of it. Half of my cousins want my father’s job and the other half want him dead. It’s like Game of Thrones but with better skincare.”

“Yeah, that’s totally reassuring.”

“It should be. If I wanted safe, I would have hired literally anyone else, you know.” She reaches over; squeezes your hand once, then lets go. “I want someone who can handle messy. Who doesn’t flinch when things get ugly.”

“And you think that’s me?”

“I think you survived Ishikawa and you walked out of that building with your integrity intact, which is more than most people manage. And I think…” She pauses; studies your face with an intensity that makes you want to look away. “You look like someone who’s tired of playing defense. You’re ready to fight again. You just need someone to point you at the right enemy.”

Fight.

That word again. Tsuki said the same thing. That first night. After she left you aching in the hotel room.

“Is there anything wrong? You’re making a weird face,” Eunbi says.

“What face?”

“It looked like you zoned out there, like you’re somewhere else.” She doesn’t seem offended, just curious. “Where do you go? When you check out like that?”

“Nowhere important.”

“Liar.” But she doesn’t push. Just flags down the flight attendant and orders two whiskeys. “Drink with me. It’ll make the rest of the flight less boring.”

The whiskey arrives. You both drink. The silence isn’t awkward exactly, but it’s become weighted. You’re both starting to feel a bit more loose too. The alcohol doing its job.

“Can I ask you something more personal?” you say.

“You can, but I reserve the right to deflect with humor.”

“What do you do for fun?” Her face changes; like she’s expecting a punchline from you. “When you’re not reading financial records and terrorizing your cousins.”

She laughs without restraint. Surprised, maybe, that you’d ask.

“I watch the worst reality TV shows imaginable,” she admits. “The trashier the better. Singles Inferno, The Bachelor, dating shows, anything where people make increasingly dramatic poor life choices.”

“Really? But why reality tv, specifically?”

“Don’t sound so shocked. I spend all day making rational decisions. Sometimes you need to watch someone throw wine at another person because they’re being a bitch.” She takes a sip of her whiskey. “What about you? What does the Hinode Akihiro do when he’s not staring at spreadsheets?”

“I used to rock climb before everything fell apart.”

“Used to?”

“Hard to motivate yourself when you’re not sure what you’re climbing toward.” You swirl your drink. “Now I mostly drink and read. I must sound so fucking miserable, huh?”

“That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Thank you. I’m cultivating a specific aesthetic.”

“Brooding middle-aged accountant?”

“Hey, I’m not that old.”

“Brooding almost-middle-aged accountant.” She grins. “It’s a good look. Very Mr. Darcy energy.”

“I don’t know who that is.”

“Oh, what the heck do you read? You are absolutely getting a reading list.” She pulls out her phone, starts typing. “Pride and Prejudice. Mandatory. No arguments.”

“I don’t… I mostly read self-help books.”

“Eew. Self-help books? No. You don’t need that at all. You’re changing that, now. No further arguments.” She looks up. Mock-stern. “This is happening, ok? Consider it part of your professional development.”

“How is reading a two-hundred-year-old romance novel professional development?”

“It’s about a smart woman falling for a man who’s terrible at expressing emotions but secretly has a good heart. Very applicable to our working relationship.”

“Which one am I in this scenario?”

“Not sure yet.” But she’s giving you the biggest smile. “Probably Darcy. You’ve got the brooding down.”

You laugh uncontrollably. You haven’t laughed like this in a while. It surprises both of you.

“Oh and by the way, my father will ask about your failures,” Eunbi says as the seatbelt sign dings on. “Not your successes—he already knows those. He wants to know how you handle losing.”

“What should I tell him?”

“The truth. He can smell bullshit from three prefectures away. So, don’t even try.”

“What if the truth makes me look bad?”

“Then at least he’ll know you’re honest.” She smiles and it’s so different; so warm and unguarded. “That’s infinitely worth more than looking good.”

You swear your heart skipped a beat, but it could as well be the whiskey playing tricks on you. It has enchanted you a couple of times, you might as well not know the difference between fantasy and reality with it in your system.

The plane touches down. And as you taxi toward the gate, watching Seoul sprawl beneath the overcast afternoon sky, you realize something.

You haven’t thought about Tsuki at all in almost three hours.

✦✦⟡⟡⟡⟡

The meeting with Kwon Minjun goes surprisingly better than you deserve.

He’s smaller than you expected. You swear he was a titan back at the networking event; maybe clout in a public setting grows you a few inches.

His place reflects him very well. High ceiling, wood-paneled walls, dim warm lighting, and a single window with a serene view of the river. Modern interiors mixed with traditional accents. One wall has a glass case with three masks mounted. Two are masks you recognize from the textbooks. The third is a Hannya. Female’s face, twisted between rage and grief, small horns curving from the forehead. 

It’s an artform that eludes you but seeing it somehow evokes some kind of fight or flight. You’ve seen it before. The hotel hallway, the night Tsuki took you upstairs. You were not sure what it was called then.

Minjun catches you looking. “My wife’s. She was into traditional Japanese folklore.”

“Was?”

“She passed, twelve years ago.” A pause. “Some of her collection ended up in my office. I look at them more than I should.”

You’re not sure why but that information feels useful, you file it away for now.

He spends the first thirty minutes asking about everything except your business: Your family. Your education. The book you’re currently reading (you’re currently realizing how much of a bookworm this family is, not that it’s a bad thing but it’s making you rethink your current collection.)

Whether you prefer mountains or oceans:

“Mountains,” you answer. “The ocean is vast and deep, it reminds me of how small I am.”

“And mountains don’t?”

“They do but mountains at least make me feel like there’s something worth climbing.”

He laughs at that; a short, surprised sound. He looks at Eunbi, who’s been watching from the corner of the room with barely concealed amusement.

“Tell me about the day you decided to ‘leave.’ Ishikawa”

You set down your tea. “It wasn’t my decision, I was basically forced into it. I resigned because the alternative was being laid off.”

“That’s not what I asked.” His face switched into serious-mode; first time this happened throughout the conversation. “I asked when you decided. There’s a difference between resigning and choosing to resign. You made the call before HR did. I want to know when.”

You think. Honestly. “There was an incident two years ago… An arrangement I helped structure. I had questions but decided not to ask them. When I recalled that I knew I wasn’t fully innocent.”

A long pause. “Then we understand each other.” A pause. “You were right,” he tells Eunbi. “This man is interesting.”

“Father, I’m always right,” Eunbi says. “You should remember that.”

The business discussion happens over dinner: Three hours of restructuring proposals, tax implications, family trust complications that would make a lesser accountant wet their pants and cry themselves to sleep. You take notes on your phone. Ask questions that got Minjun to pause and reconsider. By the time the last course arrives, you’ve outlined a preliminary strategy that addresses concerns he hasn’t even voiced yet.

“Incredible! You’re really good at this, huh, young man?” he says.

“I try, sir.”

“Alright, we’re done for today.” He stands, signaling to everyone in the room that the meeting is over. “My daughter will handle the details. I look forward to working with you, Hinode-san.”

He leaves. And suddenly you’re alone with Eunbi in a private dining room that probably costs more per hour than your rent for the whole year.

“That was terrifying,” you say.

“That was him at his nicest.” She’s grinning. “He usually makes people feel dumb and have them cry by the second course. You made it to dessert with no speck in your eye. That’s impressive.”

“You really think so? I think I blacked out for a better part of it.”

“You didn’t. You were brilliant. Be proud of yourself, I am.” She stands, stretches. The movement pulls her dress tight, and you see her full figure now without obstruction. Compact but curved. The kind of body that expensive clothes are designed to downplay and now you’re suddenly very aware of. “Come on. I’m starving.” 

“Huh? We just ate dinner.”

“We ate business dinner. That doesn’t count. Pretty much empty calories. I know a place nearby that cooks real food.” She’s already heading for the door. “My treat. Don’t argue.”

“You’re going to bankrupt yourself treating me to things.”

“I’m worth eight hundred million dollars, Akihiro. I think I’ll survive buying you food.”

You follow her out into the Seoul night.

(Eight hundred million. You can’t even conceptualize that number.)

(Also: she called you Akihiro. Not Hinode-san. You noticed. Progress. You’re not sure why you’re tracking progress suddenly.)

✦✦⟡⟡⟡⟡

The “place nearby” turns out to be a pojangmacha. A street tent with plastic chairs and a woman who greets Eunbi by name.

“They know you. You come here often?”

“When I need to feel normal and when I want actually good food.” She orders for both of you in rapid Korean. “Tteokbokki. Kimbap. Soju. The essentials.”

“Eunbi-ah,” the woman says, swatting at her arm with a kitchen towel. “Where have you been? You don’t visit auntie anymore.”

“Auntie, I was here last Friday.”

“Aigoo~ You’re getting thin-ah! I’ll give you extra, eat more! Eat more!” She squints at you. “Mmm. He’s new.”

“He’s working.”

“Working at what?”

“Numbers.”

The woman makes a face like numbers personally offended her. “Sit! Get comfortable. I’ll bring you what you should eat. Not whatever you ordered.” She walks off.

Eunbi turns to you. “She’ll feed you something with intestines. Don’t react.”

“Noted.”

“Also, she might ask if we’re married. Just go along with it.”

You wait for the smile to break. It doesn’t. “Are you serious?”

“It speeds up the meal, and they give us more servings because of it.”

The food arrives fast. It’s spicy and cheap and perfect. Everything you’ve been missing this past few hours.

“So,” she says, pouring soju into tiny glasses. “You survived my father. You good? How are you feeling right now?”

“Like I just ran a marathon while someone asked me increasingly personal questions.”

“That’s accurate.” She hands you a glass. “To surviving.”

You drink. The soju burns.

“Can I ask you something?” you say.

“You’re asking that a lot today. But sure.”

“Why are you doing this? The dinner. The streetfood. The…” You gesture vaguely at everything. “You could be anywhere. With anyone. Why are you eating intestines with a disgraced accountant?”

“You’re not disgraced, don’t be dramatic. You’re just… undergoing a transition in your career. There is a clear difference.”

“Well, the world doesn’t see it that way.”

“The world is… well, frankly it’s stupid.” She takes another drink. “And I’m doing this because I like you. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Honestly? Yes.”

“That’s the saddest thing you’ve said yet.” She pours more soju. “You know what I think? I think you’ve spent so long performing competence that you’ve forgotten people might actually just enjoy your company.”

You nod. “That’s a good theory.”

“It’s a fact you dum-dum. You’re funny. You’re smart. You ask good questions and you actually listen to the answers. Most men I meet spend the whole conversation calculating: my net worth, my cup size, or what I can do for their career. It’s exhausting.” She meets your eyes. “You’re also present; like, actually in the room with me instead of three moves ahead. Do you know how rare that is for a man nowadays?”

You don’t know what to say to that. So you drink instead and gulp the burning alcohol.

“I should show you the apartment,” she says eventually. “It’s getting late, and tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”

“What do you mean apartment, huh?”

“Where you’re staying. Family guest suite. It’s nicer than a hotel and the kitchen is stocked.” She’s already standing, leaving won on the table and waves farewell to the auntie with her signature big smile. “Plus it’s attached to my suite, so if you have any questions about tomorrow’s meetings, I’m right there.”

She’s… right… there…

You follow her into the Seoul night, feeling something you haven’t felt in weeks.

Hope, maybe. Or something that resembles it.

✦✦⟡⟡⟡⟡

The Kwon family apartment is less an apartment and more a penthouse that happens to have multiple apartments inside it. Your ‘guest suite’ has two bedrooms, a full kitchen, and a view of the Han River that looks like a postcard. People would kill to get this vantage point.

“This is the small one,” Eunbi says, watching your face as you take it in. “My father’s is upstairs.”

“Seriously? The small one.”

“I know. It’s too much.” She doesn’t sound bothered. “Bathroom’s through there. Kitchen’s stocked, feel free to take anything. I’m through that door if you need me.”

She points to a connecting door between the suites.

“Get some rest,” she says. “Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”

“Eunbi…”

“Hmmm?”

“Thank you. For today. For… all of it.”

She looks at you. The sharpness leaves her face for a moment. She looks warm.

“You don’t have to thank me. This is all just business.”

“Is it?”

The question hangs there. She doesn’t look away.

“Get some rest now Akihiro,” she says again. Way softer this time.

She disappears through the connecting door. You hear it click shut behind her.

You shower. Change into the one nice pair of pajamas you packed. Lie down in a bed that’s too comfortable, in a room that’s too big, in a life that suddenly makes no sense.

Your phone buzzes.

般若: sooo… how was daddy kwon?

般若: did he make you cry?

般若: mhmmph~! no response. it means you’re either sleeping or sulking

般若: either way~

般若: sweet dreams, aki-kun

般若: don’t think about me too much 💋

You turn off your phone. Press your face into the pillow, cool and soft to the touch.

You dream of dark eyes, dangerous smiles, and the sound of your own name; distorted and mocking.

Akihiro-kun.

Aki-kun.

Akihiro.

✦✦⟡⟡⟡⟡

Day Two in Seoul

Another day. Another opportunity to kill it; or yourself. You haven’t decided yet but work today went well at least.

You spend the morning going through different files with Eunbi, untangling the Kwon family’s trust structures, finding the pressure points and leverage opportunities. She’s extremely sharp, sharper than you expected, catching details you miss and building on your insights.

By afternoon, you’ve developed a preliminary framework. By dinner, you’re finishing each other’s sentences.

“This cousin here, Wonbin, he’s the problem,” you say, pointing at a family tree scrawled on a hotel stationery.

“He’s always been the problem. But we can’t cut him out without destabilizing the whole eastern division.”

“What if we don’t cut him out? What if we give him something he wants more than a chairmanship?”

“Like what?”

“Autonomy. His own subsidiary. Let him feel like a king of a smaller kingdom instead of a prince in a larger one. Let him think he holds the cards.”

She stares at you. Dumbfounded. Proud. A mix of things. Then grins.

“You’re either brilliant or insane.”

“Those aren’t mutually exclusive.”

“No,” she says. “They’re not.”

She orders room service. You eat on the floor of her suite, papers spread around you like a nest.

“Can I ask you something?” she says.

“You’re asking that a lot this week.”

“Touché.” She sets down her chopsticks. “What happened at Ishikawa? What really happened? Not the PR bullshit that spread around.”

You’re quiet for a long moment. You’ve told this story before, to lawyers and HR and partly to her father. But you’ve never really laid it all out honestly.

“I didn’t know,” you say finally. “That’s the short version. The partners were running a scheme, using client accounts to funnel money into shell companies, and I didn’t know. I should have. The signs were all there, if you knew where to look. But I was so focused on my work, on making partner, that I didn’t see what was right in front of me.”

“That’s…That’s not your fault.”

“Isn’t it? I prided myself on catching what others missed. I was that guy. The one that reads between the lines. But I missed the biggest thing that’s happening in my own firm.” You stare at the mess of papers on the floor. “I think that’s what bothers me the most. Not that I lost my job. That I was so blind.”

“You weren’t blind. You were trusting. There’s a difference.”

“The result is the same.”

“No, it’s not.” She moves closer. Sits beside you instead of across from you. “Blind people don’t learn. Trusting people who get burned learn to be more careful next time. You’re not going to make that mistake again.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you’re already looking to be redeemed. You’re already questioning everything. You double-check every assumption. That’s not blindness. That’s someone who got hurt and refuses to get hurt the same way twice.”

You really don’t know what to say after that. So you don’t say anything.

She reaches over. Squeezes your hand. Lets go before it becomes something else.

“Well, we should get some sleep,” she says. “Tomorrow’s going to be long.”

“You said the same thing yesterday.”

“Every day with my family is long.” She stands. Offers you a hand up. “Come on. Out of my suite. You’ve got your own perfectly nice apartment to brood in.”

You take her hand. She pulls you to your feet. And for a moment you’re standing very close, close enough to see the flecks of gold in her eyes, close enough to feel her breath.

Neither of you moves.

“Goodnight, Akihiro,” she says. Softly.

“Goodnight, Eunbi.”

You walk to the connecting door. Open it. Look back.

She’s still standing where you left her. Watching you with an expression you can’t read.

You close the door behind you.

Your phone buzzes.

般若: still thinking about me Aki-kun?

般若: good boy~ ♡

You turn off your phone and try to sleep.

You don’t dream of Tsuki tonight.

You dream of Eunbi instead. (Great. This. Whatever this is. It’s going to be a problem.)

✦✦⟡⟡⟡⟡

Day Three

You’re in a meeting room with three Kwon cousins arguing about a holding entity. Your phone buzzes in your pocket. You don’t check.

Later, in the bathroom, you look.

Kim Jiwoo · Seoul Financial Review: “I know you’re in Seoul, Hinode-san. I’m based here. Coffee? Twenty minutes anywhere you pick. I just want to have a conversation.”

You close the message.

Walking back to the meeting room you wonder briefly how the fuck she knows you’re in Seoul.

The day goes by with more work. A lot more progress. Extremely more time spent in her orbit, gravity pulling you close but not quite touching.

She brushes against you when she reaches for the documents. Her hand finds your arm when she’s making a point. Once, leaning over your shoulder to look at something on your laptop, you feel her breath against your ear and have to excuse yourself to get water. (The skinship that’s happening is beyond what you imagine.)

“You okay?” she asks when you return.

“Fine. Just needed to stretch.”

“You’ve been stretching a lot today.”

“I’m a stretchy person.”

“Who are you? Monkey D. Luffy?”

“No. Sorry. I just panicked.”

You both burst of laughter and the tension ratchets up another notch.

By dinner, you’re both avoiding eye contact.

“This is ridiculous,” she says finally. “We’re adults. I like you and you clearly like me. We can both acknowledge attraction like grown adults without making it weird.”

“Can we?”

“Apparently not, based on the last three hours.” She sets down her chopsticks. “Cards on the table. I find you attractive. I’m pretty sure you also find me attractive. We’re both single, we’re both consenting adults, and we’re going to be working together for the foreseeable future. So we need to decide how to handle this.”

“How do you want to handle… this?”

“I asked you first.”

“That’s… That’s not fair.”

“I never said I was fair.” She leans back in her chair. “Tell me what you want, Akihiro. No wrong answers. Just honest ones.”

What do you want?

If you really are being honest then… You want to kiss her. You want to pull her into your lap and find out what sounds she makes when she’s not the feisty venture capitalist that she is. You want to forget about Tsuki, about Ishikawa, about everything that’s happened in the last month, and just be present with someone who seems to actually see through you.

But you also know there’s something else. Someone else. A presence in your head that won’t let go, no matter how much you want it to.

“I want to figure out what I want,” you finally say. “That’s the honest answer. I’m attracted to you. I like spending my time with you. But there’s… something else. Something I’m still trying to understand. And until I do, I don’t think I can give you what you deserve.”

For a moment the room is filled with silence.

“That’s either the most honest thing a man has ever said to me,” she says, “or the most elaborate brush-off.”

“It’s not a brush-off Eunbi.”

“Then what is it?”

“A rain check.” You meet her eyes. “I’m not saying no. I’m saying not yet. Not until I can be fully present with you.”

She nods slowly; processing. 

“Okay,” she says. “I can work with that.”

“You sure you can?”

“I’m not going to force myself on someone who isn’t ready. That’s not who I am.” She stands. Starts aggressively gathering the dinner containers. “But I’m also not going to wait forever. Figure out your shit, Akihiro. Then let me know.”

She leaves the room. You hear her in the kitchen, washing dishes with more force than strictly necessary.

You don’t blame her.

✦✦⟡⟡⟡⟡

Day Four

Meetings all morning with various Kwon relatives, each more complicated than the last. Then a working lunch with Minjun where he asks pointed questions about your five-year plan and seem satisfied with your answers.

By evening, you’re exhausted. You order room service and eat alone in your suite, staring out at the river.

Your phone buzzes.

Kwon Eunbi: I owe you an apology

You: For what?

Kwon Eunbi: Last night. I was pushy. You set a boundary and I made it weird.

You: Don’t worry about it.

You: You didn’t make it weird.

Kwon Eunbi: I definitely made it a little weird. Let me buy you a drink to make up for it.

You: You’ve bought me a lot of drinks this week.

Kwon Eunbi: One drink. Connecting door. Bring your best brooding face.

You: I’ll be there in twenty

You shower. Change into a clean shirt. Tell yourself this is just a drink. (You know it’s not just a drink. She knows it’s not just a drink. You repeat it over and over inside your head, this ain’t just a drink, right? You’re clearly going insane.)

You knock on the connecting door anyway.

She opens it in silk pajamas. Hair loose. Face bare of makeup.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hi.”

“You came.”

“You asked.”

She steps aside. You step through.

The suite is warm. Jazz playing softly from somewhere. Two glasses of wine already poured on the coffee table.

“I was hoping you’d say yes,” she admits.

“What would you have done if I said no?”

“Drank both glasses myself and pretend it never happened.” She hands you a glass. “Sit. You’re making me nervous.”

“I make you nervous?”

“Everything about this makes me nervous.” She sits on the couch. Leaves space for you. “I don’t do this, you know. Invite men to my suite. Mix business with… whatever this is.”

“What is this?”

“I don’t know yet.” She looks at you. Those bright eyes, so different from Tsuki’s. “But I’d like to find out. If you’re willing.”

You should say no. You should protect her from whatever’s happening in your head, the presence that won’t let go, the unfinished business you have with someone you don’t understand.

But she’s looking at you like you matter. Like you’re worth the risk.

“I’m willing,” you hear yourself say.

She sets down her wine. Moves closer. Her hand finds your jaw, turns your face toward hers.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Because once we do this, we can’t undo it.”

“I know.”

“And I meant what I said. I don’t like sharing. If this happens, I need you here. With me. Fully present.”

“I’m here.”

“Are you?”

You kiss her instead of answering.

She makes a sound against your mouth. Surprised, maybe. Then her hands are in your hair and she’s kissing you back, and everything you’ve been holding back floods out.

“Wait.” She pulls back. Breathing hard. “Wait. I need to tell you something first.”

“What?”

“I haven’t—” She closes her eyes. Opens them slowly. “It’s been a long time. Years. I’ve been so focused on work, on proving myself, that I haven’t… this is the first time I’ve wanted anyone in a very long time.”

“Eunbi—”

“I’m not saying that to pressure you. I’m just saying it because I need you to know that this means something to me. I don’t do casual.”

You touch her face. Trace the line of her jaw.

“Neither do I.”

She kisses you again.

This time neither of you pulls back.

Her hands find the buttons of your shirt. She works them open one by one, her mouth never leaving yours, and when the fabric parts she runs her palms across your chest.

“Mhmm~” She pulls back just enough to look. “You’ve been hiding this.”

“I haven’t been—”

“Shut up.” She pushes the shirt off your shoulders. Kisses your collarbone. Your sternum. The hollow of your throat. “Let me enjoy this.”

You reach for her pajama top. She raises her arms and lets you pull it over her head.

God.

Her breasts are fuller than you expected. Heavy and round, nipples already hard, flushed pink against her skin. Nothing like Tsuki’s, which were pert and perfect and calculated to destroy you. Eunbi’s are generous. Soft. Extremely soft. The kind you want to bury your face in and willingly suffocate in.

“You’re staring,” she says.

“I can’t help it.” (You really can’t. Her body is a super massive blackhole and your eyes are getting pulled into it and your mind is in mid-spaghettification)

“Good.” She takes your hands. Place them on her breasts. “Don’t help it.”

You cup them. Feel their weight in your palms. When your thumb brush her nipples she gasps, arching into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Yes,” she breathes. “Like that. Fuck, like that—”

You lean down and take one nipple in your mouth. She cries out, her hands flying to your hair, pulling you closer. You suck. Roll the other nipple between your fingers. She writhes beneath you making sounds that are nothing like Tsuki’s. These are raw and real.

“More,” she gasps. “I need more—”

You kiss down her stomach. Hook your fingers into the waistband of her pajama bottoms and pull them down slowly, kissing each new inch of skin as it’s revealed. Her hips. Her thighs. The crease where her leg meets her body. She lifts her hips to help you, kicking the fabric away, and then she’s naked beneath you.

A gift from the gods unwrapped in its full glory. All of her. Curved and soft and warm and confident and… all yours.

“Your turn,” she says, reaching for your belt.

She undoes it with fumbling fingers. Pulls down your zipper. You help her get your pants and boxers off, and when your cock springs free she makes a sound low in her throat.

“Oh.” She wraps her hand around you. Strokes. “Oh!~”

“That good or bad?”

“That’s…” She gulped. “Good. That’s very, very good.” She strokes again, watching your face.

“I’ve been thinking about this since the plane. Watching your hands. Wondering how they’d feel.”

“Oh?” She slides off the couch onto her knees. “How does it feel so far?” Looks up at you with those bright eyes.

You fail to give her any sort of response from that assault.

“Let me taste you.”

Before you can respond, her mouth is already on you.

“Fuck,” you groan as she takes you deeper. “Your mouth—”

She hums around your cock. The vibration makes your hips jerk.

“You like that?” She pulls back just enough to speak, her lips brushing your tip. “You like my mouth on your cock?”

“Yes—”

She takes you deep again. Deeper. You feel the back of her throat, feel her swallow around you, and your hands fist in her hair.

“I’m gonna—if you keep doing that—”

She pulls off. Stands. Climbs onto your lap, straddling you, and before your mind catches up to what’s happening she’s reaching between you, positioning you at her entrance. She’s soaked. You can feel it. The head of your cock sliding through her folds, coating you in her wetness.

“Look at me,” she says. “I want to see your face when you finally stop calculating.” You look at her. Time stops. Seconds become years.

She sinks down.

“Oh fuck—” Her head falls back, her mouth open, her whole body trembling. “Christ. Christ, Akihiro. I had a number for this in my head and you just blew right past it.”

You try to find the right words in your head. She’s tight. Tighter than you expected, her walls gripping you, and wet, so fucking wet that you slide all the way to the hilt.

“Eunbi—”

“Shhh.” She rolls her hips. Adjusts. Takes a shaky breath. “Just—let me feel you. It’s been so long. Let me feel how deep you can go.”

“Eunbi—”

She starts to move. Slow at first. Finding her rhythm. Her hands on your chest, her eyes half-closed, making sounds that are high and breathless and abso-fucking-lutely real.

“You feel amazing,” she gasps. “Fuck, you feel—I forgot how good this could—You’re so big inside me—Fuck!”

You grip her hips. Start moving with her. She cries out.

“There—right there—don’t stop—please—fill me up—”

You don’t stop. You fuck up into her while she rides you, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. Her breasts bounce with every thrust and you can’t stop watching them, can’t stop thinking about how different this is from Tsuki. She controlled you, denied you access, always keeping you on the edge without ever letting you fall. But Eunbi is giving everything. All she’s got. Generous. Taking everything you have and giving it back twofold.

“Harder,” she moans. “Fuck me harder—”

You flip her. Put her on her back, her legs wrapped around your waist, and you pound into her tight pussy the way you’ve wanted to pound into someone for longer than you can remember.

“Yes—yes—yes—yes!” She’s almost chanting now, mindless, her nails raking down your back. “Just like that, please don’t stop, I’m gonna—I’m gonna—Fuck!”

She comes. Her whole body seizes, her cunt clamping down on you so hard you start seeing stars constructing whole constellations in your head. You fuck her through it, watching her face contort with pleasure, feeling her pulse around your cock.

“Don’t stop,” she gasps as soon as she can breathe. “Keep going. I told you I don’t do slow. I told you I don’t do half. Don’t make me a liar.”

“Turn around.”

She gives you the horniest grin. Wild. Hungry. The composed heiress is gone; this version wants to devour you.

She flips onto her hands and knees. Look back at you over her shoulder. And the view—fuck, the view. Her ass is round and peach-perfect, her pussy glistening and swollen, her spine curved in invitation.

“Like this?”

You grab her hips. She arches. God that arch. You push inside. She moans, dropping her head, pushing back against you.

“Oh God. There. Right—there. Akihiro, there.”

You fuck her like you’ve never fucked anyone else. Hard. Deep. Starved. Watching yourself disappear into her over and over. Watching her body shake with each impact. Feeling how tight she grips you with every thrust. She’s so wet you can hear it, slick and obscene, and her moans are building higher with every thrust.

“Yes—fuck yes—don’t stop—”

And then—

Something shifts.

Her hair looks darker suddenly. Her skin paler. The curve of her spine changes, becomes something more familiar, and when she looks back over her shoulder her eyes turn flat and dark and everything warm turns cold, everything bright turns dark, and—

Tsuki.

She’s Tsuki. Under you, taking you, moaning your name, and you’re fucking her the way you’ve wanted to fuck her for weeks, hard and deep, and desperate, and she’s finally letting you, finally giving you what she’s been denying—

“This is what you’ve been wanting, Aki-kun,” Tsuki croons. “Take. Take it. I let you, this once. Don’t think I won’t take it back.”

You slam into her. Feral. Desperate. Angry. All the frustration of the past week pouring out. She takes it, takes all of it, crying out with every thrust, and you’re so close, so fucking close—

“Akihiro—”

It shifts again. Eunbi’s voice. Eunbi’s face. Eunbi’s body. The vision shatters.

You freeze. Heart pounding hard. Cock still throbbing inside her. (What the fuck was that?!)

“Akihiro please don’t stop,” she gasps. “God, don’t stop, I’m so fucking close—”

You force yourself to move. Force yourself to be present. This is Eunbi. This is real. She is real. Her warm, soft body. Her genuine moans. Her need that matches your own.

Stay here, stay with her.

I’m gonna cum again,” she warns. “Fuck I’m gonna—”

She does. Harder than before. Her whole body convulses, her cunt milking you, and this time you finally let yourself go with her. You bury yourself to the hilt and come, pumping your seed into her, filling her up while she shakes beneath you.

“Oh fuck—” She’s still trembling. “Oh fuck, I can feel it—you’re cumming so much—so warm”

You collapse on top of her. Both of you panting. Both of you wrecked.

“Holy shit,” she breathes.

“Yeah.”

“That was…”

“Yeah.”

She laughs. Breathless. Turns her head to kiss you sloppily.

But she’s not done. After a minute, she pushes you onto your back. Your cock is still half hard, slick with her wetness and your cum, and she wraps her hand around it, stroking until you’re fully hard again.

“I told you,” she says, grinning down at you. “It’s been three years. I have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

She straddles you. Sinks down onto your cock in one smooth motion, and you can feel how wet she is, slick with you, dripping at each motion.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” she breathes, starting to move. “Feeling you inside me like this. Feeling how wet I am from you. Feeling your cum going deeper in me.”

She rides you slowly this time. Her hips rolling in lazy circles, her breasts swaying in your face. You watch them. Reach up and cup them, squeeze them, roll her nipples between your fingers.

“Yes,” she gasps. “Touch me. Take what’s yours. I love the way you touch my tits.”

You lean up. Take one nipple in your mouth. She cries out, her rhythm stuttering.

“Fuck—and your mouth—” You suck harder. She fucks you faster. Her moans building again, her walls tightening around you, and you can feel another orgasm building in both of you.

“I’m close,” she gasps. “Fuck, I’m close again—”

“Me too Eunbi.”

“Come with me.” She’s riding you frantically now, chasing it. “Come inside me again—I want you to fill me up—”

She comes. Clenches around you, crying out, and you follow her over the edge. Spilling into her for a second time, adding to the mess you already made inside her, and she collapses onto your chest with a satisfied groan.

“Jesus Christ,” she mumbles against your skin. “Where the fuck did you come from?”

“I don’t really know where I came from but just know that now, I feel like I’m in heaven.”

You laugh. She laughs.

“Well you and me both.” She lifts her head. Grins at you, sweaty and satisfied, your cum leaking out of her onto your thigh. “We’re doing that at least three more times before you leave.”

“I might actually die.”

“Worth it.” She kisses you, soft and sweet. Nothing like Tsuki. “Totally fucking worth it.” You hold her. Let yourself be held. You don’t mention anything about the vision.

You really don’t know how.

✦✦⟡⟡⟡⟡

She curls against your side, pulls the blanket over both of you, rest her head on your chest.

“That was so good,” she says, sleepy and satisfied. “I forgot how good that could be.” She traced patterns on your chest. “I was starting to think I’d forgotten how.”

“You definitely didn’t forget.”

“Good to know the equipment still works.” She yawns. “You’re staying in Seoul for another few days. My father has more meetings scheduled.”

“Okay.”

“And I cleared my calendar.”

“Okay.”

“And I’m keeping you.”

You should clarify. Set expectations. Manage whatever this is becoming.

“Okay,” you say.

She falls asleep within minutes

You lie there in the dark, listening to her breathe, watching Seoul glitter beyond the windows.

You’re thinking about the vision. About Tsuki’s face where Eunbi’s should have been.

No matter what happens, some part of you will wish it was me.

Some part of you does. You don’t know how to feel about that.

✦✦⟡⟡⟡⟡

The nightmare comes around 3AM.

Masks. Hundreds of them. The mask you saw from the hotel hallway when you first met Tsuki, multiplied across every wall of an endless room. Their faces shift, anguish to rage, to something that might be hunger, and they’re all watching you.

You try to run. The floor is soft, wet, giving way beneath your feet. Slowly eating you alive.

Laughter echoes from everywhere. High-pitched. Demonic. Distorted. Mocking.

“Aki-kun,” a voice croons. Tsuki’s voice, but wrong. “Where are you going, Akihiro-kun?”

You run faster. The masks lean down from the walls.

“Akihiro.” The voice is everywhere. Nowhere. “Did you think you could escape me?”

“AKIHIRO.”

You jerk awake. Heart pounding. Sheets damp with sweat.

Eunbi is propped up beside you. Her hand is on your chest.

“Nightmare?” she asks softly.

“I—yeah.”

“You were saying a name.”

Your blood goes cold.

“What name?”

“Tsuki.”

The word hangs between you. Heavy. Damning. (You’re fucking screwed)

“So that’s the mystery woman,” she says.

“Yes.”

She’s quiet for a long moment. Then she pushes the blankets aside and stands.

You see her in the low light. All of her. The curve of her spine, the fullness of her hips, her breasts swaying slightly as she moves. Even now, even in this moment, she’s beautiful. Unconsciously sensual in a way that’s nothing like Tsuki.

She walks to the bathroom. You hear water running. She returns with a glass, sits on the edge of the bed, offers it to you.

“Drink.”

You take the glass. Drink. Your hands are shaking slightly.

“How long has this been happening?” she asks. “The nightmares.”

“Since I met her. About a week ago.”

“That’s when you met me too.”

“I know.”

She nods. Processing.

“We all have our ghosts,” she says finally.

“Eunbi, I—”

“Don’t.” Her voice is gentle but firm. “Don’t apologize for your subconscious. You can’t control what you dream about.”

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Of course it bothers me.” She takes the glass from your hands. Sets it on the nightstand. “But I knew what this was when I started it. I knew you were carrying something. I just didn’t know her name.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You better be.” She lies back down. But there’s distance now. Inches that weren’t there before. “Try to sleep. We can talk in the morning.”

“Eunbi—”

“Morning, Hinode-san. Everything makes more sense in daylight.”

She turns away. Not hostile. Just… done.

You lie there in the dark, watching the ceiling, feeling like you’ve broken something you didn’t know was fragile.

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Morning comes too early.

You wake to gray light and an empty bed. For a moment you think she left. But then you hear sounds from the kitchen.

She’s making coffee.

You find her at the counter, wearing nothing but one of your shirts. It barely covers her thighs. Her hair is mussed. She looks soft. Domestic. She looks like something you could have.

“Cream and sugar are on the table,” she says without looking up. “I didn’t know how you take it.”

“Black is fine.”

“Of course it is.” She pushes a cup toward you. Meets your eyes. “You look terrible.”

“Didn’t sleep well.”

“I noticed.” She takes a sip of her own coffee. Studies you over the rim. “I’ve been thinking.”

“About?”

“Last night. The nightmare. Tsuki.”

You wait.

“I like you, Hinode-san,” she says. “I think we could be good together. Professionally, personally, whatever. But I’m not going to be someone’s second choice.”

“You’re not…”

“Let me finish.” She holds up a hand. “I believe you when you say you don’t understand what’s happening with this Tsuki person. I even believe you when you say you want to be here, with me.”

“I do.”

“I know.” She sets down her cup. “But I also know what I heard last night. You weren’t just dreaming about her. You were terrified of her. And when you said her name…” She trails off. Shakes her head. “There was longing in your voice. Need.”

“I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Then don’t. Not now.” She takes another sip. “Here’s what I propose. The business arrangement stands. My father likes you. The restructuring work is real. I’ll make sure you get it, because you deserve it, and because it’s the right decision for the family.”

“But?”

“But this—” she gestures between you “—needs to wait. Until you figure out what you want. Who you want.”

“Eunbi…”

“Figure it out Hinode-san.” She says it simply. Without cruelty. “I mean that. Whatever this is, obsession, curse, trauma response, I don’t know, you need to figure it out. Not for me. For you.”

“And if I do? If I figure it out and come back?”

Her jaw unclenches. The sharpness leaves her face.

“If I’m still not taken then we’ll have a different conversation.” She reaches across the counter. Squeezes your hand once, then lets go. “I like you, Akihiro. More than I probably should. But I didn’t build a career by making exceptions for people who couldn’t even meet me halfway.”

“That’s fair.”

“I know it is.” She checks her watch. “You have a meeting with my father in two hours. The car will be here in ninety minutes. I suggest you shower.”

“Eunbi…”

“We’re okay.” She says it firmly. Like she’s decided it. “This isn’t goodbye. It’s just… a pause. Figure out your ghost. Then call me.”

She disappears into her bedroom before you can respond.

You stand alone in the kitchen of her penthouse you don’t deserve, drinking coffee that’s better than anything you’ve ever made, watching Seoul wake up beyond the windows.

Your phone buzzes. You check it more reflexively than expectantly.

Kim Jiwoo · Seoul Financial Review: Hinode-san. Following up. The Polaris piece is closing this week and I think we should talk before it runs.

You don’t answer. You don’t even read past the first line. You put the phone face-down on the countertop.

A minute later it buzzes again. This time you look.

般若: well done

Two words. Nothing else. You stare at the screen until it goes dark.

She knew. She always knows.

I’m what you can’t stop wanting.

You’re starting to believe her.

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The rest of the week passes in a blur of meetings, contracts, and careful distance.

Eunbi is professional, cordial, and warm; business associates type of warm. A hand on your shoulder during introductions. A smile when you make a clever point. Nothing that would seem out of place to an observer.

But she doesn’t touch you or look at you like she did that night. Whatever door opened between you, she’s closed it. Gently but firmly. You don’t push. You wouldn’t know how.

The work is solid. The Kwon family is complicated but you’re used to complicated (Eunbi wasn’t exaggerating comparing it to Game of Thrones, only unlike the show you’ve produced a better ending).

By Saturday, you’ve outlined a restructuring plan that will save them approximately twelve million dollars in tax liability while keeping the various cousins from actively murdering each other.

“Impressive,” Minjun says when you present it. “You work fast.”

“I had good information to work with.”

“My daughter said you’d be modest.” He signs the retainer agreement with a flourish. “She also said you were more interesting than you let on. I’m inclined to agree.”

You fly back to Tokyo that evening. Eunbi sees you off at the airport.

“Thank you,” you tell her. “For all of it.”

“Don’t thank me. This is business.” But she smiles when she says it. “Figure out your ghost, Hinode-san. Then call me.”

“And if I can’t?”

“Then you’ll have a very successful consulting career and a string of mediocre relationships.” She kisses your cheek. “But I don’t think that’s what you want.”

Your phone buzzes between you. Eunbi glances at the screen automatically. So do you.

Kim Jiwoo · Seoul Financial Review

“The Polaris journalist,” Eunbi says. “I know her.”

“She’s been emailing for weeks.”

“About Ishikawa?”

“About something else, she keeps saying. I haven’t found out what.”

Eunbi looks at you. Says nothing. Files the information away the way you’ve watched her file every other piece of information about you all week.

She walks away before you can respond.

Your flight lands at Narita at 8PM. You take the train home. Climb the stairs to your apartment.

The door is unlocked.

You know who’s waiting before you even step inside.

But when you open the door, what you find stops you cold.

Tsuki is on your couch. Same position as before. Same book in her hands.

She’s completely naked.

Every inch of her exposed. Pale skin glowing in the lamplight. Those full breasts you’ve only glimpsed before. The curve of her waist, the swell of her hips.

She doesn’t look up from the book.

Her mouth opens. Closes. Opens again.

“Welcome home, Aki-kun,” she says. “We need to talk.”

You don’t react. But you’ve never seen her hesitate. Three weeks of texts. Two encounters: the hotel and your apartment. The corridor. And you’ve never seen her need a second to find a word.

You don’t say anything about it.

You don’t think she noticed.

You stand in the doorway, frozen, unable to look away.

“Close the door, Akihiro-kun.” She finally looks up. Those flat, dark eyes. That dangerous smile. “You’re letting the cold in.”

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A/N: So… You stayed for another chapter. Good boy~. I wasn't entirely sure you would, after what I did to him. You and I have more time together coming; Bunn is taking his time, as usual. Leave a comment so he knows you want what's next. A like, a follow, a recommend; all of it reaches him. All of it reaches me~ (And some of you reached me very thoroughly last time. Thank you. Do that again.) Reviews and suggestions welcome. I'd be very disappointed if you held them back from me. See you in the next chapter, reader-san~ — 般若

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MY TWO STEPSISTERS - Chapter 1 - Eunbi

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Junho still felt like he was living in some kind of bizarre dream. One day, his mom had announced she was getting remarried, and the next, he had two new step-sisters. Not just any stepsisters, but the Eunbi and the Karina. Two of the most famous idols in Korea. He used to spend hours watching fancams of them, his hand down his pants, fantasizing about those stunning faces and their incredible bodies. Eunbi with her slightly softer, womanly curves and Karina with that lean, powerful sexiness. And now, they were living in the same house as him.

He had immediately spilled the unbelievable news to his best friend, SeJoon. Se Joon, a fellow admirer of both idols, had been ecstatic. He practically begged Junho to let him come over and see these goddesses in person. Junho, still slightly dazed by the whole situation himself, hadn't really put up much of a fight. And so, for the past month, SeJoon had become a permanent fixture at Junho’s house, much to the subtle amusement (and sometimes blatant annoyance) of his new step-sisters.

Eunbi, the older one, had a smile that could melt glaciers and a way of looking at you that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. Her body was lush, her breasts full and round, her hips curving out in a way that made Junho’s pants feel tight just looking at her in casual clothes around the house. Karina, on the other hand, was all sharp angles and fierce energy. Her dance moves were legendary, and her body was toned and powerful, her abs visible even through a loose t-shirt. Both of them had that effortless idol beauty, the kind that seemed to glow even when they had just rolled out of bed.

SeJoon, never one to be subtle, made no secret of his admiration. He would often “casually” linger in the kitchen when Eunbi was making breakfast, his eyes following her every move. And if Karina was practicing her dance routines in the living room, SeJoon would find any excuse to sit and watch, a goofy grin plastered across his face.

Junho himself wasn't immune. He would catch himself staring at them sometimes, especially in the evenings when they would relax after their busy schedules. Eunbi would often wear soft, oversized sweaters that still managed to hint at her impressive figure, while Karina preferred more revealing outfits, sometimes just shorts and a tank top, showcasing her sculpted arms and legs.

One evening, Junho was in the living room, pretending to study, while Karina was lying on the floor, her sports bra barely containing her ample cleavage. Sef Joon was sitting on the couch next to Junho, openly watching Karina, a look of pure awe on his face. Karina stretched, her body arching in a way that made Junho’s heart pound. He glanced at SeJoon, who had a hand subtly moving under his blanket-covered lap. Junho knew exactly what he was doing.

Another time, Junho was getting a glass of water in the kitchen when Eunbi walked in, wearing just a loose t-shirt and shorts. As she reached for the fridge, her t-shirt rode up slightly, giving Junho a glimpse of the curve of her ass. SeJoon, who had followed Junho into the kitchen, let out a soft whistle. Eunbi turned around, a knowing smile on her face. She was aware of their constant ogling.

It had become a routine. SeJoon would come over, they would try to act casual while subtly (and not so subtly) checking out Eunbi and Karina. The air in the house was thick with unspoken lust and a constant awareness of the two beautiful and famous women who were now part of their lives. For Junho, it was a dream come true, even if it was a slightly awkward and definitely forbidden one. And for SeJoon, it was the best month of his life.

Junho was engrossed in the game, his thumbs flying across the controller as he battled SeJoon’s character on the screen. College being on leave meant they had the whole day to themselves, a rare luxury. After a particularly intense round, SeJoon announced he was going to grab a bottle of water from downstairs. Junho, still focused on the game, just nodded in response.

A few minutes passed, and SeJoon hadn’t returned. Junho paused the game, a little curious. SeJoon usually didn’t take this long just for water. He called out his name, but there was no response. Getting up, Junho headed out of his room and towards the stairs. He didn’t hear anything in the kitchen, so he figured SeJoon might be in the living room talking to his stepmom or one of his sisters.

As he reached the top of the stairs, he heard soft murmuring coming from the landing below. He instinctively moved towards the railing, his curiosity piqued. Instead of going all the way down, he stopped halfway, noticing a small gap between the wall and the railing. He peered through the opening, and the scene that unfolded made his eyes widen in disbelief.

Eunbi was leaning against the wall on the landing, her body relaxed and her head tilted slightly as she looked up at SeJoon. SeJoon was standing a few steps below her, close enough that their bodies were almost touching. His hand was gently cupping her cheek, his thumb softly stroking the smooth skin of her beautiful face. Eunbi was smiling, a soft, genuine smile that Junho rarely saw. They were talking in hushed tones, their heads close together, and there was an undeniable intimacy in their posture.

SeJoon’s other hand rested lightly on Eunbi’s waist, his fingers just barely touching the curve of her hip. Even from Junho’s hidden vantage point, he could sense a connection, a spark between them that went beyond a casual conversation. Eunbi’s eyes were soft as she gazed at SeJoon, and there was a warmth in her expression that made Junho feel a strange pang in his chest. He couldn't quite hear what they were saying, their voices too low, but the scene itself spoke volumes. His best friend, the one person he trusted, was standing incredibly close to his stunningly beautiful step-sister, touching her in a way that definitely wasn't just friendly.

Peeking through the gap, Junho strained his ears to catch their hushed conversation. SeJoon’s voice was low and intimate as he asked Eunbi, “No schedule today, then?”

Eunbi leaned back against the wall, her smile softening even further. “Not today,” she replied, her voice a gentle murmur. “Tomorrow, though. It’s a photoshoot.”

SeJoon’s hand on her waist tightened slightly, his thumb pressing gently into her hip. “Sexy one?” he asked, his tone teasing. “Will you be teasing the cameraman with that sexy body of yours?”

Eunbi chuckled softly, a playful glint in her eyes. “Oh, SeJoon-ah,” she said, her voice flirtatious, “you know I don’t tease just anyone.” She leaned in a little closer, her gaze dropping suggestively to his lips. “My… assets… are for a much more appreciative audience.”

SeJoon’s eyes followed hers, and he grinned, a look of pure lust spreading across his face. “Oh yeah?” he breathed out, his hand now moving up from her waist to cup her side, his fingers just barely brushing the underside of her breast through her thin top. “And who might that be?”

Eunbi leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down Junho’s spine even from his hidden spot. “Someone who knows how to use them properly,” she purred, her gaze flicking back up to meet SeJoon’s eyes, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Then, her next words hit Junho like a punch to the gut. “Someone who knows that these big boobs,” she emphasized the word, her hand briefly touching her ample chest, “are just waiting for his mouth to suck on them.”

Peeking through the gap in the stairs, Junho's breath hitched as he took in the sight of Kwon Eunbi. Even in casual clothes, her idol aura was undeniable, but today she was wearing something that truly accentuated her famous figure. A tight, off-the-shoulder crop top clung to her upper body, the thin material straining slightly over her impressive bust. Her "hanging boobs," as her fans affectionately called them – full and round with a natural, enticing sway – were prominently on display, their shape and size impossible to ignore even through the fabric.

Below, she wore a short, fitted skirt that hugged her curves perfectly, stopping just above her knees and showcasing her slender, toned legs. The combination of the tight top and skirt created a silhouette that was both effortlessly sexy and undeniably alluring. It was the kind of outfit that drew the eye and left little to the imagination, highlighting all the features that had made her a star.

As Eunbi leaned against the wall, her posture only served to emphasize her curves. The way the top clung to her breasts made them look even more prominent, and Junho could see the subtle outline of her nipples pressing against the thin material. It was a view that was both familiar and yet incredibly arousing, especially knowing that his best friend was just inches away from her.

SeJoon’s hand on her side shifted slightly as they talked, his fingers now resting just at the curve of her hip where the tight skirt began. The contrast between his casual t-shirt and Eunbi’s glamorous attire only added to the surreality of the scene. Junho felt a strange mix of emotions swirling within him – curiosity, jealousy, and an undeniable sense of being a voyeur to something incredibly private and intimate.

Eunbi’s smile as she spoke to SeJoon was warm and genuine, and the way she subtly emphasized her “big boobs” with a playful touch of her hand sent a jolt of something akin to shock and arousal through Junho. This was really happening. His best friend was flirting, and possibly more, with his incredibly sexy step-sister, right under his own roof.

SeJoon leaned in closer to Eunbi, his eyes dropping to her lips. He moved slowly, giving her ample time to pull away if she wanted to. “Just a little kiss, Noona?” he murmured, his voice soft and persuasive.

Eunbi hesitated. She glanced subtly towards the top of the stairs, a fleeting look of concern crossing her beautiful face. “SeJoon-ah, Junho is home…” she whispered, her voice a gentle reminder of the potential consequences if they were discovered.

But SeJoon seemed undeterred. He gently cupped her other cheek with his free hand, his thumbs softly stroking her skin. “He’s probably got his headphones on, lost in that video game again,” he said, his gaze never leaving her eyes. He leaned in even closer, his lips now just a hair's breadth away from hers.

Then, he dropped his voice even lower, a husky whisper filled with a knowing intimacy. “Besides,” he continued, a smirk playing on his lips, “you didn’t seem to mind so much yesterday, did you? Behind your bedroom door, while our oblivious Junho was upstairs revising for whatever test he thinks he has.”

Eunbi’s eyes widened slightly, a blush creeping up her neck. She quickly glanced at the top of the stairs again, her earlier resistance seemingly weakening. She bit her lip, a flicker of a smile playing on her face despite her initial hesitation.

Hidden behind the wall, Junho’s blood ran cold. His headphones had been on yesterday, blasting some music while he tried to focus on his notes. He remembered hearing some muffled sounds from downstairs, but he had just dismissed them. Now, SeJoon’s words hit him with the force of a physical blow. Behind Eunbi’s bedroom door? While he was right upstairs? The image of his best friend and his step-sister… his step-sister… together, in that way, flashed through his mind, a sickening wave of disbelief and a strange kind of violation washing over him.

He gripped the edge of the wall tightly, his knuckles turning white. He strained his ears, wanting to hear more, needing to know the extent of what had been happening right under his nose. His heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of confusion, anger, and a painful kind of curiosity churning within him. He had allowed SeJoon to come over every day, thinking they were just hanging out, playing games, and being friends. He had never imagined… never even considered… this.

Downstairs, the landing of the staircase was bathed in the warm afternoon sunlight filtering through the large window. Dust motes danced in the golden rays, illuminating the intimate tableau of SeJoon and Eunbi. SeJoon’s hands still framed her face, his gaze intense. Eunbi’s eyes flickered between his lips and the top of the stairs, a visible internal struggle playing out on her beautiful features

Eunbi’s resistance crumbled, replaced by a sudden, intense wave of desire. With a soft gasp, she reached out, her slender hands gripping SeJoon’s shirt. Instead of pushing him away as she had moments before, she pulled him forward with surprising strength, closing the remaining distance between them. Then, she slammed her body against his, pressing her curves into his frame, and her lips crashed onto his in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

It was a passionate, hungry kiss, raw with an urgency that spoke of a desire that had been simmering beneath the surface. Her mouth opened against his, her tongue immediately seeking his, tangling and swirling in a desperate, needy dance. There was no coyness, no hesitation, just pure, unadulterated lust. She kissed him like she couldn’t get enough, her grip on his shirt tightening, her body molding itself against his.

Breaking the kiss, her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her eyes blazing with a newfound boldness. “You…” she whispered, her voice thick with arousal, “…nobody dares to tease me like that.” She tilted her head back, looking up at him, a strange mixture of anger and excitement in her gaze. “You’re the first one who has.”

Her chest heaved beneath the tight crop top, her "hanging boobs" swaying slightly with her movements. The thin material clung to her skin, outlining every curve, and Junho, still hidden above, could see the dark outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric. Her short, tight skirt had ridden up even further with their sudden movements, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth thighs.

As they kissed, SeJoon’s hands, which had been tentatively exploring her chest, now moved with a newfound confidence. They slid down her sides, past the curve of her waist, and landed firmly on her toned, big ass. He gripped it tightly, his fingers digging into the firm flesh, molding her backside against his own hardening body. He pressed her close, feeling the soft give of her buttocks against his growing erection.

A low moan escaped Eunbi’s lips, the sound muffled slightly by their fervent kissing. The sensation of SeJoon’s hands firmly cupping her ass, squeezing and pressing her against him, sent a jolt of pure pleasure shooting through her body. It started low in her core, a warm, pulsing throb that quickly spread upwards, making her breath catch and her heart pound even faster. She tightened her grip on SeJoon’s shirt, her body arching slightly as the waves of sensation washed over her.

Junho, watching from his hidden spot on the stairs, felt a strange mix of shock and intense arousal. Seeing his usually reserved step-sister engaging in such a passionate display with his best friend was both unsettling and undeniably titillating. The way SeJoon’s hands were so possessively grabbing her ass, and Eunbi’s audible moans of pleasure, painted a vivid picture of the intimacy that was unfolding just a few feet away. He gripped the railing, his knuckles white, a knot of complicated emotions tightening in his stomach.

SeJoon’s hands lingered on her rounded backside, his fingers kneading and squeezing with obvious enjoyment. He took his time, savoring the feel of her toned flesh molded against his palms. Then, with a soft sigh, he pulled his face away from hers and lowered his head, burying his face in the valley between her large, bare breasts.

She let out a deep, involuntary moan, her head falling back against the wall. The sensation of SeJoon’s face pressed against her skin, his warm breath ghosting over her sensitive nipples, was intensely pleasurable. She knew exactly the kind of effect her figure had on men. She had seen it countless times – the way their eyes would linger, the subtle shift in their posture, the almost immediate hardening in their pants just from her standing in front of them. It had never really mattered to her before. She was used to the attention, and most of the time, she simply ignored it.

But this felt different. This was SeJoon, her younger step-brother’s best friend, and for some reason, his attention, his touch, ignited a different kind of fire within her. Her body, which had always been a tool for her career, a visual asset to be managed, now felt a different kind of need, a craving specifically for SeJoon’s touch and his desire. The way he had teased her, the boldness of his kiss, and now the intimacy of his face buried in her breasts – it was all awakening something within her that had been dormant for so long. Her own hands, which had been clutching his shirt, now moved to the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him closer as his face pressed deeper into her cleavage.

SeJoon’s hands continued to grope her breasts, treating them like the precious treasures they were. He kneaded the soft mounds, his fingers sinking into their yielding flesh, feeling the impressive weight in his palms. Her breath hitched with each squeeze, her moans echoing softly on the landing. He shifted his grip, his thumbs now finding the sensitive skin just beneath her collarbone, gently stroking down towards the swollen peaks of her nipples.

He couldn’t resist the urge to fully appreciate their size, his hands spreading wide to encompass as much of her as possible. Her breasts were full and round, their shape accentuated by the tight crop top she wore, even as it threatened to burst at the seams with the pressure. Her nipples were already hard and prominent, their pink hue darkening with his touch. He teased them with the pads of his thumbs, circling them gently before applying a little more pressure, causing her to gasp.

Lowering his head once more, SeJoon’s lips found one eager nipple. He sucked gently at first, his mouth forming a warm, wet seal around the sensitive bud. Her body shuddered, her hands tightening in his hair as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her. The soft sounds of his sucking mingled with her increasingly breathy moans, creating a sensual symphony in the stairwell.

He increased the intensity of his ministrations, pulling harder on her nipple, his tongue flicking across its surface. She cried out, her back arching slightly against the wall. Her other breast, left unattended for a moment, seemed to yearn for his touch. He obliged, his free hand now caressing and squeezing the remaining mound, his fingers dancing across its surface.

Moving to the other breast, SeJoon repeated his passionate assault. He licked and sucked with gusto, his mouth leaving a glistening trail on her warm skin. He used his teeth to gently nibble at the areola, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. Her moans were becoming more frantic now, her body clearly on the verge of something intense.

His hands continued their exploration, sometimes squeezing firmly, sometimes gently caressing. He loved the feel of her skin under his fingertips, the way it was soft yet firm, yielding to his touch yet springing back with a delightful resilience. He traced the veins that were just visible beneath the surface, marveling at the intricate network that brought life to these incredible mounds of pleasure.

He spent what felt like an eternity lost in the sensation, his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony to drive her wild. Her body trembled and shook, her moans and gasps filling the air, a clear testament to the intense pleasure she was experiencing under his touch

Eunbi trembled violently in SeJoon’s grasp, her head thrown back in an arc of pure ecstasy. Her long, black hair flailed wildly as his mouth devoured her breasts, sucking and licking with a fervent intensity. Each tug and swirl of his tongue sent shivers racing through her entire frame.

SeJoon, not content with just his mouth, used both hands to flick her nipples simultaneously. His thumbs danced across the hard peaks, teasing and tormenting them with a rapid, rhythmic motion. Every time his thumbs made contact, her body shook uncontrollably, a clear testament to the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her. Her moans escalated in volume and desperation, echoing through the stairwell, each sound a raw expression of her escalating arousal.

Hidden in his precarious position above, Junho watched the scene unfold with a growing sense of disbelief and a sickening wave of regret. His eyes were wide with a mixture of shock, jealousy, and a painful understanding of what was happening. That should be me, he thought, his fists clenching involuntarily. Those were his step-sisters, the idols he had fantasized about for so long. It should have been him touching them, kissing them, making them moan like that.

A bitter taste filled his mouth. He had been so excited to have Eunbi and Karina as his step-sisters, so thrilled at the prospect of living in the same house as these beautiful, famous women. And then he had been so eager to share this with SeJoon, his best friend. He had never considered that SeJoon would… that this would happen. He had invited the wolf into the henhouse, blinded by his excitement and naiveté.

The sight of SeJoon’s hands so intimately caressing her body, the sound of her pleasure-filled moans, the way she seemed to be completely lost in the moment with his best friend – it was all a brutal and undeniable form of betrayal. The cuckold fantasy he had unknowingly stepped into was no longer a distant thought; it was a stark and painful reality unfolding right before his eyes.

SeJoon’s hungry mouth continued its downward journey, leaving a trail of wetness on Eunbi’s toned abs as he licked and sucked. With a swift movement, his hands went to the waistband of her tight skirt and pulled it down over her hips. The skirt landed in a soft heap at her feet, revealing her bare pussy, glistening wet with her arousal, and the absence of any panties.

SeJoon looked up at her, a knowing smirk on his face. “You always do this, don’t you, Noona?” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “No panties around me. You knew you were going to seduce me.” (Junho, still watching from above, hadn’t seen this part unfold earlier.)

Eunbi just moaned, her head thrown back against the wall. SeJoon didn’t wait for a response. His lips moved lower again, his tongue now tracing the swollen lips of her bare vagina. She trembled instantly, her legs shaking against the wall. A sharp gasp escaped her mouth as his tongue dipped inside, exploring her wetness.

Then, with a low growl, SeJoon dove right in, his mouth fully engulfing her clit and lips. He ate her out with a passionate intensity, his tongue working relentlessly, making her moan louder and louder. “Oh, SeJoon… ahh… fuck yes…” she gasped, her words thick with pleasure. “Eat me… eat me like you mean it…” Her hips lifted slightly off the wall, instinctively pressing against his face, seeking more of his attention. All this while, Junho remained frozen in his spot on the stairs, witnessing the incredibly intimate and explicit act unfolding between his best friend and his step-sister. The sounds of their pleasure echoed through the house, a constant reminder of his own exclusion.

SeJoon, eager to feel her tight heat around him again, quickly stepped back just enough to shuck off his boxers. His thick, hard cock sprang free, standing tall and ready. Without wasting another moment, he gripped her hips, his gaze locked on her flushed face, and then slammed back into her, thrusting deep until she gasped.

He filled her, stretching her in a way that made her knees buckle slightly. She grabbed onto his shoulders for support, her body arching with the intensity of the sensation. Her mind raced, a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Here she was, Kwon Eunbi, the idol who had charmed millions with her sexy performances, especially that legendary waterbomb festival where her revealing outfit and incredible figure had driven fans wild. And now, that same body, the one she had used to command stadiums, was being pounded relentlessly by a college student, someone younger than her, right here on the stairs of her own home. What would her fans, the ones who put her on a pedestal, think if they could see her now, moaning and writhing in pleasure beneath a boy just a few years out of high school?

SeJoon continued to drive into Eunbi, their ragged breaths and moans mingling with the dirty words they whispered to each other. “Oh, fuck, Noona…” he’d pant, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “You feel so good… so tight.”

“Yeah, you like that, you little punk?” Eunbi would gasp back, her head thrown back against the wall. “You like the way my pussy grips you?”

Their rhythm intensified, bodies slapping together with a wet, fleshy sound. Then, SeJoon suddenly shifted his grip, turning her around so that her back was now facing him. He held her hips firmly as he continued to thrust, his gaze now feasting on the sight of her thick ass swaying with each powerful stroke.

“Look at that ass, Noona,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. He reached out and slapped her hard on one cheek, the sound echoing in the stairwell. Eunbi cried out, not in pain, but in a primal surge of arousal.

He slapped her other buttock with equal force. “You’re my bitch now, Noona,” he hissed, his cock pounding into her from behind. “My little fuck toy. You’re going to take every inch of this cock and you’re going to like it.

SeJoon continued his rough assault, his hard cock slamming into Eunbi from behind, her thick ass bouncing with each powerful thrust. The sounds of their bodies colliding echoed against the walls of the stairwell, a raw and primal rhythm of lust.

“Yeah, that’s right, you’re my little bitch, Noona,” SeJoon growled, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back hard against his thrusts. He slapped her ass again, this time harder, making her yelp, but it was a sound laced with pure, unadulterated pleasure.

“Fuck yes, SeJoon-ah…” Eunbi gasped, her hands gripping the railing for support. Her head was thrown back, her long black hair swaying with the force of his movements. “Slap me harder… pound me harder…”

SeJoon obliged, his rough treatment only intensifying her arousal. He drove into her deeper, his cock hitting her G-spot with a satisfying thud, making her cry out. Their dirty talk continued, a constant stream of moans, gasps, and explicit demands that fueled their passion.

He varied his rhythm, sometimes thrusting deep and slow, stretching her tight muscles, other times pounding into her with a frantic, relentless pace that made her body shake uncontrollably. Sweat beaded on SeJoon’s forehead, his muscles straining with the intensity of the encounter. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her body completely consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.

He reached around and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them roughly as he continued to fuck her from behind. Her nipples, already hard and sensitive, tightened even further under his touch. She whimpered and cried out, her pleasure reaching a fever pitch.

As SeJoon pounded into Eunbi, driving his cock deeper with each thrust, his dirty talk grew more intense. “Remember that waterbomb festival, Noona?” he’d pant, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back against him. “All those people watching you in that tiny bikini, your amazing body on full display?”

Eunbi gasped, her head thrown back, her long hair flying with the force of his movements. “Mmm… yeah…” she’d moan, her voice thick with lust.

“Did you ever think then that a little college boy like me would be fucking you like this?” SeJoon continued, his voice rough with desire. “Having you bent over, taking every inch of my cock?”

A thrill shot through Eunbi at his words. She remembered the energy of the crowd, the feel of the water splashing against her skin as she danced in her skimpy bikini, the thousands of eyes watching her every move. It had been exhilarating, a display of confidence and sexiness for the world to see. And now, here she was, completely vulnerable, her bare ass exposed, being ruthlessly fucked by a younger man. The contrast was incredibly arousing.

“You like that, don’t you, Noona?” SeJoon growled, his cock plunging deeper with each thrust. “Knowing that I’m inside you now, filling you up, after all those people watched you?”

“Oh, yes…” She moaned, her voice barely a whisper. “Fuck me, SeJoon-ah… fuck me hard…”

SeJoon obliged, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming deeper and more forceful. He imagined her on that stage, so confident and alluring, and now he had her exactly where he wanted her, her body his for the taking. He drove into her again and again, each thrust a powerful 

SeJoon’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more frantic, each one slamming deep into Eunbi, making her body bounce against the wall. The rhythmic slapping of their wet skin against each other echoed in the stairwell, punctuated by their ragged breaths and increasingly desperate moans. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh as if trying to pull her even closer, wanting to fuse their bodies into one.

Then, he suddenly slowed his pace, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in with agonizing slowness, stretching her tight muscles, making her gasp and clench around him. This variation in rhythm sent a fresh wave of sensation through her, her body arching off the wall as she sought even deeper penetration.

“Oh, fuck… you feel so good, Noona,” SeJoon panted, his words hot against her ear. “So fucking tight… I can feel you gripping me…”

“Yeah… you like that?” She gasped back, her head thrown back against the cool wall. Her long black hair swung wildly with each of his movements. “You like the way my pussy is squeezing you…?”

He reached around and cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing hard against her already erect nipples. Eunbi cried out, a sharp, involuntary sound of pure pleasure. Her hands, which had been gripping the railing for support, now moved to his back, her fingernails digging lightly into his skin, urging him on.

The air in the stairwell grew thick with the scent of their sweat and the musky aroma of their arousal. Droplets of moisture glistened on their skin as their bodies moved together in a frantic dance of lust. The limited space of the landing only heightened the intimacy, their bodies pressed close, every movement a collision of flesh and desire.

SeJoon leaned down, his teeth gently nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck. “You’re so fucking hot, Noona,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “I knew it that day at the waterbomb festival… seeing you in that bikini… I knew I had to have you.”

Eunbi moaned again, her body trembling uncontrollably. The memory of the crowd, the water, the feeling of being so exposed yet so powerful, now intertwined with the raw sensation of SeJoon pounding into her. It was a heady, intoxicating mix.

He suddenly pulled almost out, the cool air hitting her wetness, making her gasp. Then, with a guttural cry, he thrust back in with all his force, burying his cock deep inside her, hitting a spot that made her scream. Her body clenched around him, her muscles spasming with the intensity of the pleasure.

“Fuck…” SeJoon groaned, his body shuddering. He held her tight, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he continued to pump into her, their bodies locked together in a desperate, primal embrace. The moans and cries of pleasure echoed through the quiet house, a testament to the raw, unrestrained passion that had consumed them both on the narrow landing of the stairs.

The frenzied rhythm finally subsided, leaving both of them gasping for air, their bodies slick with sweat. Eunbi leaned heavily against the cool wall, her legs feeling like jelly, barely able to support her weight. Her face was flushed, her cheeks rosy, and her breath came in short, ragged pants. A thin trickle of SeJoon’s cum escaped her swollen pussy, tracing a glistening path down her inner thigh. She had been fucked to exhaustion, every nerve ending in her body tingling with a pleasant weariness.

Her eyes, still glazed with lingering desire, drifted towards SeJoon. He stood before her, his own chest heaving, his thick, hard cock still standing proud, glistening with their mingled fluids. Eunbi couldn't help but stare at it, a strange mix of satisfaction and disbelief swirling within her.

Her mind, still foggy from the intense pleasure, tried to catch up with the reality of what had just happened. Here she was, Kwon Eunbi, the idol, catching her breath after being thoroughly ravaged by a college student in her own home, on the stairs no less. What was she doing? What would her fans think? Her career, the image she had so carefully cultivated, it all felt suddenly fragile, potentially at risk.

But then her gaze drifted back to SeJoon’s still-erect penis, and a familiar warmth spread through her lower abdomen. Despite the shock and the potential consequences, her body felt undeniably good, sated yet still humming with a lingering desire. It was the release she had craved, a raw, physical satisfaction that had momentarily pushed all the pressures and expectations of her life away. In that moment, the only thing that mattered was the exhausted, satisfied feeling in her body and the lingering image of SeJoon’s cock that had brought her to this point.

SECOND AND THIRD PART IN KOFI AND PATREON

[boobertronian]

Urban Exploration

Eunbi x 2 explorers

Proofread by @vorrentis, big thanks @kise15 for the ideation

Words count : 7876 words All works are fiction ENJOY !!

“Captain, are we almost there yet?” “Once we pass this forest road, we’ll be there!”

“Oh dang, so around … 4 km?”

“Exactly!”

“Man, I can’t wait to get there; the rain is killing me!”

“We’re getting there, guys! Bear with me!”

“Man, Captain, you’re always so positive about everything haha.”

“That’s why I’m your captain!”

In the rainy days, 3 explorers are on their way to an abandoned factory for explorations

Their names are Captain Kwon Eunbi and her two teammates’ Jens and Hwan.

The three of them are on the way for a prized exploration, one that can get them quite a paycheck.

They’ve been going to the place for the last 2 days, and they’re getting close to their destination: an abandoned factory.

“So, Captain, this place is a factory?”

“Yes, being built since the 40s.”

“Bro, didn’t you read the briefing??”

“I did, dude! Just wondering what sort of factory it is!”

“Steel factory! I knew this place a while ago but never thought one day we’d go here!”

“So Captain, I want to ask, where did you get this lead?”

“A person I knew of, his name is Dr. J! He asked me to collect an artifact there. I was suspicious at first, but he gave me some clear evidence about it. So I took the gig and called you two!”

“Dr. J? Lol, the Joker??? ”

“Haha, no, definitely not the Joker!”

“But why the hell did he have to hide his name?”

“I don’t know, but he paid us in advance a lot, soooooooooo I took the gig!”

“Damn, ok, next time if someone asks us to be James Bond, call us, ok, Captain? Haha.”

“I will lol.”

The three explorers find their ways through the tall grass, keep on chatting until they reach a metal fence, indicating the finish line of their journey

“Captain, I think we’re here!”

“Lemme see, yes, we’re here! I think it is unlocked!”

As the three open the metal fences, they encounter a large factory compound covered in grass and moss, with giant blast furnaces still visible to the naked eye, albeit rusty and quite demolished in some parts.

“Whoa, this place is larger than I thought!”

“Indeed, I did some research; they established this in the 40s, and over time, they expanded it more around the 50s and around the 70s. It used to be one of the biggest in Europe. They were abandoned due to malfunction and production cost. They did revive it for a while again during the 90s but then abandoned it again due to lack of interest. Some workers did try to restart it a while back too, but things never took off anywhere, so that’s some little history for you!”

“So Captain, what exactly are we going to look for again?”

“There’s a control room deep inside the factory, where we can find a box. Inside the box is something that even Dr. J couldn’t figure out, but due to his older age, he couldn’t go, so he hired us!”

“So we’re his new Nathan Drake, eh? haha.”

“Lol, I love that game.”

“Haha, you can say that!”

The three explorers walk through the pathway toward the interior of the factory, passing by the blast furnaces. They’re walking their way towards the interior of the factory, going on ladders and passing different stairs and levels of the site. It didn’t take them long to reach the interior of the factory, as they opened the door to get inside to avoid the heavy rain.

“Okkkkk, we’re in! Everyone turn on your light and camera; we will record everything from now on. Stay close to each other, ok? If we separate, make sure to turn on com links!”

“Got it, Captain!”

The 3 explorers are walking deeper into the factory. The sounds of water leaking can be heard along with raindrops breaking the silence in the dark area, dropping onto the metal platforms. The scents of old steel and moss are quite unpleasant, combining with the darkness in each step, sending some chills to the explorers.

“Be careful, guys; be aware of where you step!”

“Oh sure, captain! Following you!”

“Jeez, I thought you were about to say be careful of ghosts, because this place looks haunted haha.”

“Lol, Hwan, you watched too many movies, bro.”

“Are you afraid of ghosts, Captain?”

“Are they even real lol?”

“Well, if there’s something strange in your neighborhood, who are you going to call?”

“Who?”

“Ghostbusters, haha!”

“Oh my god, Hwan. Lol, you’re watching too many movies!” Eunbi jokingly scoffs

“Well, if there’s something weird, and it doesn’t look good, who are you going to call?”

“GHOSTBUSTERS!!” Hwan and Jens jokingly sing

“Oh my god, you too, Jens lol? I feel like I’m babysitting campfire kids now!” Eunbi laughs.

“It’s a great movie, Captain! You should watch it!”

“I know that movie lol; I watched it with my colleagues back then. They even cosplayed the entire theme for Halloween!”

“Now that sounds fun! I want to do that!”

“Really, Hwan? You’re into Ghostbusters that much, bro?”

“Of course, dude! Because I'm not afraid of any ghost! HAHA!” Hwan laughs out loud; his laughter is echoing the factory

“Shhhhh, Hwan, you’re so loud!” Eunbi scoffs her teammate

“Man, I love going to places with you, Captain; if I do this shit with other people, they might think I’m whacked!”

“Aren’t you already whacked, bro lol? You turned an urban exploration into a ghost hunt now.” Jens claps back

“Hey, at least I cheer you two up!”

“Well, yeah, you did. Thank you, Hwan, haha!” Eunbi and Jens laugh as well

The 3 explorers walk a few more as they enter some control rooms. Inside the place is dusty, and electricity seems to have run out a long time ago. But thankfully, they found the map to the room they’re looking for, even if it’s a further trip.

“Ok, I think, according to the map, we’re still on the upper levels; we need to get to the lower levels, which is going to be 5 more floors. Keep your lights up, guys, and stay as close as possible, ok?”

“Sure, captain!”

Suddenly, a sound startles the three

BAM

“Wait, what the heck was that?????”

“Holy shit, GHOST???”

Eunbi, not as scared as the other two, pointed the lights towards the sound. Turns out, it was a big rat running by.

“Haha, there’s your ghost, Hwan! A big rat!”

“That’s some freakin’ big rat!”

“Hey, don’t touch him; he’s Master Splinter of the Ninja Turtles lol.”

“Damnnnnn, so maybe our treasure is their ninja scrolls hahaha!” Jens and hwan joke again

“Jeez, you two, is there any moment you two stop behaving like kids lol?” Eunbi shakes her head but can’t stop smiling at her two teammates’ behaviors.

“Where’s the fun in that, Captain? We should do more fun things while walking there too! This place is damn creepy and quiet!”

“Sureeeeeee, Mr. Ghostbuster!”

The three explorers continue their trips, going down the stairs and entering each level of the platforms. The deeper they go, the darker and quieter it gets.

“Hey, Captain, do you think we’re there yet?”

“According to the map right there that I scanned in my tracker, we’re halfway there!”

“Jeez, this place is huge, and man, I thought we could reach the end of the Earth with this. Hopefully we find that thing we’re looking for soon, and hopefully it’s worth the trip.”

“Be patient, Jens! We will get through this! Have I ever failed you as your captain?”

“Nope! That’s why we follow you!”

“But when there’s trouble, you know who to call?” Hwan asks mischievously

“TEEN TITANS!!!” Jens replies

“From their tower they can see it all!!”

“TEEN TITANS!!!”

“Omg, again? Lol, you two are really excited today. Well, guess it’s my turn to finish THAT song too haha.”

“Go, Captain!”

“When there’s evil on the attack!” Eunbi sings

“You can rest knowing they got your back!” Jens and Hwan continue

“Because when the world needs heroes on patrol!!” Eunbi sings again

“TEEN TITANS, GO!” The three in unison

“Damnnn, Captain, you know that series too!!”

“Of course I do! It’s my childhood! I can sing the entire song haha!”

“Didn’t know you’re into nerd culture, Captain, lol.”

“Well, that’s what happened when you grew up in an international school lol; you get the mix of everything here and there!”

“Have I ever told you you’re the coolest person I’ve ever met, Captain? Because now I will, haha.”

“Thank you, Jens lol.”

The 3 explorers are going past a few platforms, following the giant factory pipes, and passing along the views of some blast furnaces. They’re discovering that they are not the only ones who ever stepped foot here.

“Captain, look, look at those offices and control rooms.”

“I see that; it seems like someone has been here before us.”

“These are all old file papers and documents, all messy. Someone must’ve looted some of the equipment here too, and this equipment is new for the 70s, right?”

“I heard that they tried to restart it again a long while ago, but then again it got abandoned. Probably some equipment was still intact; the looters must’ve gone here for that purpose.”

“Jeez, but Captain, do you think they… you know, looted what we’re looking for?”

“I don’t think so. Dr. J was very sure about this item, and well, I was in doubt at first too, but hearing his words, I think he didn’t send us here just for something easy to be found.”

“I see. Well, let’s look around here and see what we’ve got then. I hope we didn’t get scammed!”

The 3 explorers start to discover different rooms in the area. They looked at everything: documents, lists of workers, maps to other sites, and even tried to turn on some machinery, but none was working.

“Captain, I think this isn’t the place we’re looking for. How about we go further?” There are many control rooms too; I think this one isn’t it.”

“Then let’s go; we shouldn’t waste time here.”

The three explorers then exit the first area of the giant factory, following the trails to the one right next to it

“Platform B, I think this one is bigger.” Eunbi reads the sign with her flashlight

“Captain, do you think the looters will come back?”

“Maybe that’s why we must find it before them, then. Come on, this way. I think we should climb a bit to those pipes; there’s a small opening enough for a person to go through.”

The three explorers then climb up along the pipes and then enter the opening, following through it. The pipes then lead them into a different part of the factory, where some machines are rather quite new compared to the other ones, along with a giant warehouse.

“Whoa, this place is even bigger!”

“I know, and, hey, I think these machines are still intact!”

“Hey, look, Captain, that control room—I think I saw something!”

The three then rush to the control room.

“Ok, we’re in the control room, now what?”

“Hey look, there’s a blinking light on that panel over there!”

“Captain, what do you think this is?”

“There’s a lever next to it; let’s push it.”

As Eunbi pushes the lever, the lights for this area suddenly turn on, surprising the trio.

“Whoa, this place is still intact!”

“Yeah, but … how are going to find it??? This place is freaking huge; are we going to have to check for everything again?”

“Apparently, according to this map, there’s a pathwaydown below from the control room, but it’s locked, so we’re going to have to find the right combination for it. I think, I remember I saw something from the map leading us here, especially the blueprint for this place. Let me look at it again.”

“SO… what do you see, Captain?”

“These electrical lines, they’re acting as switches for that room below, but you have to see the code and try to push some random buttons.”

Jens and Hwan then push some buttons, as the machines randomly turns on and off, but nothing is different

“Uh… captain, I think, we’re going to have to spend some time …”

“Yeh… it’s like that puzzle in video games. Shit, we’re toasted.”

“Hold on, these electrical lines, why are they looking a bit different from the others? They’re all in green.” Eunbi questions as she tries to push a button that activate one machine

“BRGHHHHHHH”

“Captain, look! That machine there, it’s flashing a green light now!”

“Look, that electrical line is flashing green too!”

“Ok guys, see in the blueprint, push the buttons for the machines that have that one line. Let’s try it!”

The three explorers then push the correct buttons, as the corresponding machines flash green lights, and so do their special electrical lines, leading into the control room where the 3 are staying.

BRGHHHH

BRGHHHHHHHH BRGHHHHH

“Ok, Captain, all the correct buttons are being turn on. what’s next?”

“Wait, I hear something.”

Once all the corrected machines are being activated, sources of energy are being transferred towards the control room through the corrected green electrical lines. Below them, a hidden metal door starts to open as the ground is shaking with large sounds.

BRGRRRRRHHHHHHH…. BRGHHHHH

“Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!!!! I’m fallingggg!!!!” Hwan yells while falling through the opening doors below

“Hwan!!” Eunbi and Jens try to catch him, but it's too late.

The door is finally fully opened, as all the sounds from the machines are being turned off as well.

“Oh no… Hwan…”

“Captain… I … I was… so close to him … I couldn’t….”

“Heyyyyyy guys!!! Down here!!!”

“Hwan????? You’re alive???“

“Yes! I’m ok!!! Come down here!”

“Ok ! “

The 2 explorers jump down the door as they’re entering a secret passage, with Hwan already here waiting for them.

“Captain, over here!”

“Hwan! You, ok?”

“Some scratches, but I’m ok! There’s a passage ahead of us!”

“I see, so this is the reason why the looters couldn’t go further; they didn’t know the secret passage.”

“Captain, should we…”

“Yes, let’s go in!”

The 3 of them proceed into the passage; as lights are turning on each step, they get in. Finally, they reach a secret room with another locked door. Next to it is a numeric panel with multiple numbers

“Great, another locked door.”

“So… How the hell do we know about the passcode again?”

“Lemme guess, this passcode must have something to do with Dr. J? Let me open his notes.”

Eunbi opens the notes as she searches through his profile about the place.

“So, guys, the exact date of this place being opened was 1946. And when they expanded, it was 1951? And then they tried to do it again in 1999? So, if we type these numbers, let’s see. 46 – 51 – 99 …”

CLICK

The door opens

“Whoa, Captain, you got it right!!!”

“Haha, I had my fair share of unlocking things lol.”

The 3 then enter the room. Unlike the rundown look of the factory, this place is quite polished and has more of a retro-futuristic vibe, with white walls accented by red secondary colors, albeit with some small dust.

“Woaaaaaaaaa”

“What the hell????”

“What is this place?????”

“Hey, look! Over there! Inside that capsule on the table!!!”

The 3 then rush to the table in the middle. Once they open it, there’s an artifact that looks like a part of a door handle but is beautifully crafted.

“Whoa, this thing is nice. What is this?”

“Should we take a pic and send it to Dr. J?”

“Lemme use the scanners and scan the thing. Whoa, the scanners indicate this one has a high ratio of rarity! Lemme send the pics to Dr. J!”

A moment later…

The phone rings

“This is Dr. J. I see that you got the artifact. Bring it to me as soon as possible and you will get your reward.”

The phone hangs up

“So …. That’s it? We come here for just this thing?”

“Yep!”

“Ok! ... I think we should go home, but… man the storm outside seems kinda bad.”

“Huh, yeah, how about we … stay here for the night and we’ll leave tomorrow?”

“Good idea, Captain. beside, I’m quite tired too and need some rest.”

“Sure, let’s take some rest and we’ll go back by tomorrow.”

The 3 explorers then put down their backpacks as they’re pulling out some canned foods and sit down on the floor.

“Here, Captain, let me turn on the portable heater.”

“Sure!”

“I got some SPAM and tuna cans!”

“Yeppp, got some of that myself too, some beans, peas, and marshmallows lol.”

“This is really like camping haha.” Eunbi laughs while opening her food cans

The three explorers dive into their food while chatting to each other.

“So, Hwan and Jens, what have you two been up to beside these things?”

“Ahhh, well, my cousin opened a car mechanic workshop, so I’ve been helping him quite a bunch part-time, and then I’ve been helping out in the museum as well with some dinosaur stuff!” Hwan replies

“For me, I’ve been into some books lately and got my part-time job at the library and some freelance translation jobs. Pretty cool so far!” Jens also replies

“Niceeeee!!!”

“How about you, Captain?”

“AHhh, I’ve been opening my own coffee shop and such; it’s small and still needs some work but has been doing well! Got my friends Minju and Chaeyeon to help me handle it whenever I’m away like this!”

“Yooo, that’s nice, Captain! We should get there sometime!”

“50% discount for you both!”

“Now that’s more like it!”

“Man, stuff like this makes me miss our trips before too, Captain! Remember that time we had to recover that one dinosaur’s vertebrae? And Jens nearly dug himself his own grave by letting himself fall into the mud next to it lol. Hwan teases

“Hahahah very funny, buddy.” Jens throws a piece of marshmallow towards Hwan

“Haha, yeah, man, we were so worried we had to do everything to pull him out, even using that giant tripod!” Eunbi chimes in

“I’m still mad at that old dude John Hammond for that gig, man; he should’ve told us there was an entire mud field there. That old geezer lol.” Jens replies

“At least he paid us pretty good, right??”

“Yeppp. Oh also, Captain, you remember that time we had to climb those crazy mountains just to get a sample for... who’s that guy's name again? Dr….”

“Dr. Reed Richards!”

“Oh yehhhh, that dude!!! Man, that guy confused us a lot with his description. Like, what was up with that longggggg speech for just a simple sample?”

“Ahaha, yeh, he confused me at first when he contacted me too! But hey, at least his wife, Susan, was very charming and treated us well!”

“Oh man that lady was so nice!”

“So, since the storm and rain are still at large out there, does anyone want to go take another look around here? I kinda want to see that warehouse!” Hwan suggests

“What do you think, Captain? Want to go for a stroll?”

“Why not? We have nothing much to do till morning anyway!”

The three explorers finish their food, then climb out of the secret room and walk around the rest of the factory.

“Huh, Captain, I think those looters loot some stuffs here too in the warehouse,” Jens comments while walking through the shelves in the warehouse

“I see, I think they looted the ones that were still functional, huh? man, these guys are really something.”

“Tbh to you, Captain, if no one ever touched the place but it still had good stuff, I might loot something too lol. Look, this thing is still kinda new. Hwan comments while inspecting some tools

“Lol, Hwan. are you gonna really do that ? “

“I might, haha.”

“Bro, don’t be a looter lol.”

“Look, I found some of the old logo patches and old worker’s outfits!” Eunbi calls the other two

“Haha, that looks good on you, Captain!”

“I might take these as souvenirs!”

“Jeeeeeeezzzz, Captain, now you’re a looter too lol.”

“I don’t think if we take some small things like this, it will hurt anyone hahaha.”

“Well then, find what you like and bring some home for souvenirs lol.”

The three explorers then scout around the shelves, looking for some remaining object. Finally, each one has something of their own: Eunbi has the logo and some old notes, Hwan has an old school keyboard, while Jens has some old photos of the place and some blueprints.

“SOooo how was the shopping lol?” Eunbi asks

“Oh yehhhh, this is going to be worth something,” Hwan exclaims.

“Man, this will be great for the library collection lol.” Jens replies

The explorers then walk around the place again while climbing up to some platforms, following the trails of the pipes and electrical lines, and taking some photos as well.

“Well, I guess that’s about it; the place is ours for the night!”

“Yeh, so should we camp out here?”

“Yep, would be fun!”

The three then settle down once again, camping in the middle of the factory, pulling out their sleeping bags, and using the heater again. But they’re so excited they couldn’t sleep too well.

“Man, Captain, I couldn’t sleep!”

“Me too!”

“Me three!”

“You guys have anything fun to tell? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you guys, so I want to know more!” Eunbi asks

“Nothing much actually Captain … pretty much going to works, hanging out with some people, blah blah, etc.”

“ Yeh me too. I’ve been meeting some folks at the part-time jobs but nothing too much.”

“Really, no dates whatsoever hehe.” Eunbi is being skimpy

“Ahahaha, well, not much of a date, but I had some flings lol.” Hwan replies

“Well, me too—no dates, just some… one-night stands, hehe.” Jens chimes in

“Ooooohhhh, damnnn, tell me, tell me, how was it?”

“Dangggg, Captain, why are you so excited hahaha?”

“Hey, we knew each other for years, and you two never told me anything about your private lives lol. Like, seriously, aren’t you considering me your most trusted person ever???” Eunbi teases

“Oh, for sure, Captain, lol. I just didn’t expect you to want to know about this, haha.”

“I want to know a LOT of things about you two lol.”

“Well, since we’re telling things, ok, I’ll go first. I had a few flings some weeks back during my library training, some frequent customers, hehe.”

“Damnnnnn, they were pretty?”

“Oh yeah, Captain, HOT. I think their names were Yunjin and Kazuha. Shit, they were fucking hot. I met them at the library for some translations for their thesis, then I joined them in a club later that week, and mannnnn, they were wildddd.”

“Oh hooooo, really? Don’t tell me you… you know, hehe.”

“Well, yeah, me and those two, we got some beers, and then we had our damn fun at the motel that night, super wild. They drained the shit out of me, Captain lol.”

“Lol, that’s crazy, Jens, but it sounds like you had your fun, hehe.”

“Well, for me, I went to Japan with my crew for the museum trips and suddenly met that manager over there, named Giselle, a suppppperrr hot chick. Sooo flirty too.

“Ahahah, you love those types, do you, Hwan?”

“Fuck yeah, Captain, man, that chick was flirty; we had our fun at the hot spring that week. Fuck, she was goddamn crazy; we went for 4 rounds haha.”

“Holy jeez, Hwan, you’re thirsty, haha.”

“How about you, Captain? Did you have any fun? Hehe.”

“Ohh, sure, I had MANY lol.”

“Ooooooh, please tell.”

“Well, I met some customers, and you know, we had our fun at my café after hours. They were horny, so I had my fun with them, sometimes even all night, hehe.”

“Damnnnnn, Captain, right at the workplace.”

“Well, I love some after-hours fun lol.”

“You’re definitely way more experienced in that than us lol.”

“Of course I do lol, I’m older and I’m your captain haha.”

“So really, Captain, you just asked them out after hours in your café and… had fun? Your friends didn’t know?”

“Nope!”

“So… how many times did you do that, Captain?”

“4-5 times, hehe. I haven’t done it much recently, but yeah, I like it; it was fun.”

“Jeez, that’s ‘productive,’ lol.” Hwan teases Eunbi

“Hey, I do good work, and I do not get distracted, so why not, haha. At least I didn’t make any real mess at the café afterwards! I mean, didn’t you guys have some fun with your flings too outdoors?”

“Of course, Captain lol, we had manyyyy.”

“I guess we’re in the same boat with that!”

“Sure is!!”

“So, I mean, since we’re into that, do you want to do it?”

“Huh?” Jens surprises

“Not sure what you meant by that, Captain?” Hwan asks

“I mean, you want to do it outdoors with me. This place is kind of perfect to do that lol.”

“Wait, what?”

“Are you joking, Captain? I mean, like, really?”

“If I’m joking, I will give you $200 each, like right now, and no, I’m not joking; we should do it, like, now!”

“But … uh… why … I mean, you’re our captain; we don’t even dare touching you with that...”

“Again, how love have you guys been knowing me?”

“For nearly 5 years!”

“Yeh, and don’t tell me about all those times you didn’t stare at my boobs and weren’t thinking about touching them, because I know that!”

“Wait, how did you …”

“Gotcha, so you did stare at them lol. I remember exactly that time we went to a discovery, and I wore a tight diver suit, and you two literally stared at me, and other times too, so yeah, like I said, I know that!”

“Oops, looks like you caught us, Captain.”

“Ok? So, you admit you did stare at my big boobies?”

“Yes,” Both answers

“Ok, at least you’ve finally admitted it, haha. Cool, so you want to see them?”

“You’re really going to show us???”

“I mean, this place is empty with a bunch of metal machines and three of us, and I don’t think anyone will go here at THIS hour? So yeah, I’ll show them to you.”

Eunbi doesn’t wait for any moment; she pulls off her coat zipper, putting it to the floor, and then she proceeds to pull up her shirt as well, with her big tits popping out while in a black sports bra.

“Pfttttt, that’s fucking huge.”

“Holy crap, those are some big pairs.”

“Go on, touch them, grab them; I don’t mind!”

The two explorers then grab and grope Eunbi’s big tits outside of her sports bra. They’re going slow and a bit hesitant, but once they get over the fear, their fingers and palms are taking it further.

“Shit, it’s freaking squishy!”

“Holy mama, these are goddamn great.”

“Told ya, I like my pears squishy too haha! Come on, let me see your thingies; don’t be shy!” Eunbi rushes

“Oh... ok, captain!”

The two then stand up straight, pulling off their pants down to their thighs, with Eunbi then taking a quick chance to pull down their boxers as well, as their erected dicks are forming up to her face.

“Oh no, not bad! Pretty nice sizes!”

“Lol, this is kinda weird, Captain!”

“Weird? I mean, I’ve seen dicks before; I’m not going to shy away from seeing more!”

Eunbi then uses her 2 hands and starts to stroke alongside their erected lengths. Her hands are moving from their tips to their bases, slowly riling them up. She does it with a nice pace, going back and forth on their lengths with her little palms. “Damn, Captain, you’re doing good!!!”

“Holy shit, your hands are killing me!”

“See? I told you; I’m used to this haha! Now lemme try this thing with you two; let’s see how you react!”

Eunbi then pulls up her sport bra, keeps it under her neckline, with her big tits pop out under it, bouncing up and down, making the guys shock with her motion

“Wtf-ffffff!!!”

“Fuck, that’s hella nuts seeing those tits!”

“There’s more where that came from!”

Eunbi then wraps her tits onto Jens’s big dick and fully slides his lengthy shaft in between her biggies. She moves them up and down, giving Jens the nicest feeling ever imagined.

“Shit, holy shit, that’s fucking good!”

“Right?? Told ya, you’ll like it!”

“Don’t leave me hanging, Captain!” Hwan rushes Eunbi

“Sureeeee!!!”

Eunbi switches into Hwan and does the same. Her rhythm and movements are equally fast for both guys, giving each of them a turn of her boobjob skills while the two are fully enamored in pleasure.

“Modafucka, this shit is amazinggggg!!!!”

“Goddamn it, I might explode!!”

“Nope! You won’t do that! Not yet! I’m not going to let you out that quick! As your Captain, you’ll stop once I tell you to stop, ok?”

“Alrighty, captain!”

“Now go on, don’t think you want me to just only do this, right? Let’s have some real body “Exploration!”

The two explorers pick their captain up on her feet, as their hands are once again on her bare tits, grabbing her harder than before, but also letting their tongues onto her hard pink nipples, tasting their captain’s big mounds. Eunbi lets them do what they want with her tits, while her hands down below are still playing with their hardened rods. She strokes them faster, her hands create amazing frictions, helping the guys rile up their hormones.

“These tits are too good, Captain!”

“Seriously, how the hell???”

“Ah ha! Gotta thank the elder gods for giving them to me haha! Ahh, yes, suck me harder!” Eunbi moans while still playing around with the guys.

“Shit, Captain, I think I really want to do it now!” Jens urges

“Me too!!!” Hwan chimes in

“Let’s go!!” Eunbi replies with full excitement

The guys then run their hands all over her body, from her abs line down to her lower body. They’re rubbing their hard dicks onto her body-tight pants, wanting to pull them off from her, while their hands are touching along her butt curves and thighs.

Her wet pussy lips and butt cheeks are now out in plain sight, free from the garments, and free to be touched by the guys without any moment of hesitation. Their fingers are spreading her lips out, running in and out of her wet walls, while hands are grabbing on her thick butt curves, playfully slapping them to tease their captain.

“Ahh yesss, you like to tease me… Ahh shit, your fingers are running…ahh…in me!”

“I think you’re the one who teased us a lot, Captain, haha!”

“Yepppp!!! Now let’s do the main “Exploration!!!”

Jens goes in front; he pulls Eunbi’s face down to around his dick, bending his body 90 degrees, letting her stroke it a bit before slowly pushing his shaft into her pretty lips. He starts to move his hip, pushing in and out of her face, enjoying the blowjob, while Hwan moves behind Eunbi’s body and lines his dick straight to her pussy walls, spreading her out with his big size. Not wanting to go slow, he pounds her immediately, helping Jen’s spit-roast their captain in a standing position, thrusting in and out at both ends, with Eunbi staying right in the middle and taking it all. They’re matching their movements, pounding her with great force, intending to fuck their captain as deep in her entrances as possible.

“Take my big dick, Captain!! Fuck, you suck me good!!!!”

“How do you like mine pounding you from behind, Captain? Holy shit, you’re wrapping so tight on me!”

“Mphmmm… hahhhh… mphmmm!! Very good!!!! I like… aahahh… I like it!!!” Eunbi somehow speaks through her moans

Going on for a little more, the two switch up, with Jens now lying flat onto his sleeping bag as Eunbi, removing her lower garment in quick succession, starts to mount herself onto his lap. Once his dick finally penetrates straight up into her tight pussy, she rides him as if she never rode anyone before; her tits are bouncing up and down, defying any sort of gravity, while Hwan quickly occupies her mouth, shoving his big cock into her without any break.

The two guys are thrusting into her endlessly, deepthroating her mouth while pounding straight up to the deepest part of her wet walls. Eunbi moans in pleasure; having her two teammates fucking her in the middle of an abandoned factory is way better than she thought. Her moans and their moans are echoing through the metal platforms, clashing with the sounds of rainfall outdoors. The three of them are greatly into their lusts without any care of being interrupted at this point.

“Omg fuckkk!!! My cock is deeeeep inside you, Captain!!!!”

“Shitttt, your mouth is going to suck me dry, Captain!!!”

“Hahhhhh… Mphmmm… yesss… You guys are greattttt!!!! You’re fucking me very well…!”

“There’s more where that came from too, Captain!!”

The two explorers then go ham with Eunbi, fucking their captain to their liking. Either they settle her down to all four, spit-roasting her repeatedly, or they’re using the sideways position with Eunbi, ramming her in and out in full force. Eunbi doesn’t seem to mind that her teammates are breaking her through their penetrations; her moans are sounding louder, and so are the sounds of her breaths. She’s taking them all through each thrust, having her mouth and incredibly wet pussy being hammered by two dicks through both ends.

Suddenly, an idea sparks in both the guys’ minds, as if they have mental communication with each other, with both suddenly pausing right in the moment.

“Hahhh … why are you stopping??? Come on, do it more?” Eunbi vents out her frustrations

“Hey, Captain... I have an idea; we can try this one! I think Jens gets my idea as well!”

“Yehhh boyyy, I got you back, bro!”

“What... what is it?” Eunbi asks in excitement

“Oh, you’ll see, Captain! Let’s get onto it!”

Hwan then gets Eunbi up to her feet again, with her body a bit limping from the previous actions. Once Eunbi is a bit more stable, Hwan then holds onto her waist, lifts one of her legs, and lets it wrap around his hip as he pushes his hard rod into her opening pussy lips, sliding himself all the way in with no hard effort. Hwan then pounds her again; her body is dangling onto him, and she is doing her best to stay up on her other leg. Not wasting any moment, Jens quickly approaches behind Eunbi, slapping his hand onto her butt cheeks a few times while teasing his captain.

“Hey Captain, I’m going to try something fun with you now! Ever take two before, Captain?”

“Huh… ahhhh. … Take two?? I... don’t get what you mean?” Eunbi is still wondering

“Ohhhh, you don’t know? Then I think we’ll let you know now! Show her, my bro!” Hwan asks out

“You got it!” Jens replies, his body tensed up and ready to go.

Jens then lifts Eunbi’s body up a bit, supporting her with his hands, and while aiming his shaft into her back opening, pushes his tip slightly into her hot walls, slowly penetrating his captain’s ass straight up.

“Ahhhh... ahhhh holy shit ahhhh...” Oh my god you two…. What… is this…?” Eunbi asks through her breathings

“Ohh, you’ll like it, Captain!! Holy fuck, you’re so tight here!” Jens struggles a bit while entering Eunbi’s tight hole.

Eunbi’s body is now being lifted by the guys; both her feet are now off the ground, being supported by both guys front and back, while their hard dicks are pumping straight up into her holes. She never felt anything like this before; the sensation is so new to her, like exploring a new territory of lust she never knew she could get into.

Her moans now turn into screams; her sweats are forming fast and faster, damping the remaining sports bra still hanging onto her body. Her body is taking both dicks back and front; her holes are wrapping entirely onto the penetrating dicks, feeling every single thrust into her. The guys are pumping her with more power, as they are also carrying her left and right just to fulfill their lustful desires of fucking their captain out in the middle of nowhere, making sure she has the best time.

“Ahhhhh shietttttttt…. Captain, it’s sooo funnn fucking you like thiss!!!”

“Holy fuckkk, you’re even tighter now, Captain!!! What do you think?”

“AHHHHH… OH MY GOD... Ahhhh… I feel… so strange… SO good!!! But so strange... AHHH! You’re hitting into my body!!! OMG you’re really making me feel everything!!!!” Eunbi screams out with her sweet but loud voice

They’re fucking her as hard as they can.

They’re breaking her body, and they’re thrusting in faster speed into her.

The last few pieces of clothing are falling off throughout the sex, leaving the three people fully naked and banging each other in the position for a longer time. Their moans are mixing into each other, loud enough that they can be heard even with the ongoing rain and thunder outdoors, until they finally reach their peaks of enjoyment.

“Oh shit, Captain. I’m cumming!!! Can’t hold much longer!”

“Must… cum!!! Can’t hold…!”

“ AHHHH OH GODDDDD … You’re… IN ME !!”

The guys’ cum is shooting, exploding in their captain.

They couldn’t stop themselves anymore; their hot cum was blasting into her hot walls as she took it all. Eunbi hits her orgasm, and her neck bends up straight to the tall ceiling of the factory, her mouth open with a loud orgasmic scream.

She couldn’t believe a fun tease of sex with her teammates could end up like this, being double penetrated by them at the same time and having their cum fill her up fully.

The guys slowly put her down, with all three of them sore enough to drop themselves down to their sleeping bags, sweating like they just ran for miles.

Eunbi sits down flat onto her sleeping bag, letting the cum leak out of her gaping holes, staining down onto her bag below.

She looks at the “result” that she just had, seeing the thick white cum still running out of her, and couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“Haha... haaahhhh... You two came in me!” Eunbi laughs in an erotic way.

“Jesus, Captain, with that body of yours, you can’t stop!”

“Holy freaking hell, I don’t think I can hold that long inside you!”

“Ha… Well, at least you did, lol... I can’t believe I could do that with 2 guys…!”

“But captain, how was it?”

“Surprising… but... LOVE IT. Anything more from that?”

“You want more, Captain??”

“I told you, do it with me till I’m dropped, and… I’m not dropped yet!”

“Then we should!”

This time, Hwan lies straight down onto his sleeping bag. Guiding Eunbi towards his dick, she sits down onto him in reverse position, holding his cock into her anal hole, and sits herself down onto his tip, parting her tight hole once again straight up. She rides him; her body and tits are bouncing up and down again, moans can be heard again, and Jens quickly approaches her front, sliding his newly erected dick into her vagina walls as the two are filling themselves into their captain again, leaving her with loud moans and screams.

“AHHHB SHIETTT!!!. Ahhhh… this feeling again!!!! Ahhh … fuckkk, you’re inside me again!”

“Time for another captain!!”

“Let’s gooo!!”

And they do it again…

They’re pounding her hard and rough.

They’re taking her body with full lust and desires

They’re thrusting into her holes; they don’t stop. Their shafts are going in and out inside her, and her holes are wrapping onto them tightly; it feels like she doesn’t want to let go.

They’re fucking their captain deep and powerfully, like the last one felt like nothing but a warm-up. Eunbi, being in the middle, is having one new “exploration,” deep inside her body, as she couldn’t stop her lustful self from fully enjoying their dicks penetrating her, crushing her in and out while all she can do is moan and scream through her enjoyment.

She still couldn’t fathom the fact that one day, she and her teammates would have one of the wildest sex experiences ever.

Their screams are very loud now. They can be heard if anyone decides to pass by through the rain.

The echoes of their moans and screams are banging onto the metal pipes, sounding all over as their orgasms finally hit once again.

“Fuckkkk, captain!! Cum again!!!!”

“AHhh shit, I’m cum… cumming!!”

“AHHH YESS AHHHHHAA!!! So good!!! FILL ME!!!”

And they do; they fill her again.

Hot loads of cum are gushing into Eunbi’s holes.

Once again, they’re flooding inside Captain Eunbi’s body, streams after streams inside her.

But will they stop after this moment of orgasms?

Absolutely NOT, as their bodies are wrapping into each other repeatedly through the night, not caring about time or anything else, just horniness and sexual desires. Who knows when they will stop, as time isn’t in question now?

The next morning …

The three explorers are packing up all their stuff, taking some pictures for souvenirs, before exiting into the morning sun after a rainy night.

They’re walking past all the blast furnaces, onto the metal platforms, and finally, reaching the gates and entering the forest once again.

But something strange is going on, as Eunbi must stop them a bit.

“Hey, you two!”

“Oh... yes, captain...”

“You’re awfully quiet???? What’s wrong? Where are the banters and jokes? Where are all the random silly singings?”

“Uh… well…”

“Well, what? Come on, tell me?”

“Well, captain …”

“Oh, come on, Jens and Hwan! Spill the beans? What’s going on?”

“Well, Captain, we two, we feel bad…”

“About what??”

“About… you know, what we did last night …”

“You mean… the exploration? the Hidden artifact?”

“Oh no, no, that Captain…”

“Then?”

“We feel bad, we…. Let our desires go out too far with you last night … we … shouldn’t go that far ….”

Eunbi then laughs out loud, unable to stop herself from cracking up

“What?????? LOL HAHAAH? You’re feeling bad … FOR HAVING SEX WITH ME ???”

“Yeah… We feel… awkward looking at you now …”

“OMG, you two, seriously??? Ok, look, we had fun, I had fun, we all had our fun last night. Right?”

“Well...yeah...”

“SO? Why so nervous and awkward? You two have been with me this whole time; we shared so many memories and so many weird awkward moments before, and we had our fair share of secrets! I mean, this is just one of them, right? I don’t feel bad about it, so … why are you feeling bad?”

“Well, because … you know … you’re our captain and … we … you know … fucked …”

“Look, don’t sweat too much about it, ok? I don’t feel bad; you two shouldn’t feel bad. It was fun; I like it! I mean, we’ve done the job, heading home and taking our payments, and we had some fun sex. I call that one successful!”

“Yeh! You’re right, Captain, it’s so weird feeling like this with you!”

“Yehhhh, I feel even weirder not talking to you!”

“Then how about we have some nerdy songs while walking back! Who’s up for some weird stuff?”

“I have one!!!”

“Go ahead, Jens!!”

“I want to be the very best Like no one ever was To catch them is my real test To train them is my cause.” Jens starts

“Ohhhh shit, I know this one!!! Let me do it!”

“YESSS, go for it, brooooo!”

“I will travel across the land Searching far and wide Teach Pokemon to understand The power that's inside!” Hwan continues

“POKEMON GOTTA CATCH THEM ALLLL!!!!” The 3 in unisons

“I know it's my destiny!!!” Eunbi chimes in.

“Ooooh, you're my best friend In a world we must defend,“ Hwan sings up

“POKEMON GOTTA CATCH THEM ALLLL!!!!” The three are in unison again with laughter.

“Our hearts so true Our courage will pull us through You teach me, and I'll teach you!” Jens adds up

“POKEMON GOTTA CATCH THEM ALLLL!!!!” The 3 in unisons finish with full-on cracking up

“Holy shit, Captain, you know everything, hahaha.”

“See? Told you I’m cool!”

“You’re always cool, Captain!!!”

“Now come on, since our spirits are up again! Let’s head back safely!”

“Alrighty, Captain!”

The three explorers walked through the forest with laughs and songs, ending their trips full of excitement.

A few days later…

“Are you sure we’re in the right place, Captain?”

“Yes, the address is here …. Look! Jones’s Residence!”

“So, this dude’s name is Jones?? Why do I feel there’s something familiar?”

The three explorers enter a giant mansion; greeting them is an Asian man with a bright smile

“Heyyyyyyy!!! Welcome to Dr. Jones’s residence!! We’ve been expecting you!!!”

“Oh... ok?”

“Dr. Jones?”

“Yes! Come on! Let’s go upstairs! He’s waiting for you!”

The Asian man guides them up to a study room, where an elderly man is sitting on the chair, looking straight at the three explorers.

“I’ve been expecting you three.”

“Dr. Jones, am I correct? Good morning, sir, we have the artifact as you asked us, “Eunbi speaks out.”

“Shorty, bring it to me, please? Let’s see what we have then!”

“Sure, Dr. Jones!” The man’s name Shorty then takes the artifact and gives it to Dr. Jones, who exclaims his satisfaction.”

“That’s it! Can’t believe we have it now; now we need 2 more!”

“Uh… Sir? Excuse me, but… we would like to know... who are you?”

The elderly man then introduces himself, to the three explorers' surprise.

“My name is Dr. Henry Jones. The J from the messages is for Jones, or you can know me as… Indiana Jones, and this is Short Round, or you can call him Shorty, my sidekick.”

“WHATTTTTTTT?????” Jens surprises.

“YOUUUUU???” Hwan surprises as well.

“So, you’re the legendary Indiana Jones?? But why do you need us to take the artifact?”

“As a test.”

“A test???“ the three in unison.

“Exactly, I will embark on a trip that will recover the remaining artifacts that will unlock the secret of Atlantis. One of them is being found by you three, hidden in that factory where the owner hid away from theft, and he was a close friend of mine as well. As you can see, I am older, and I want to do one last trip before my body finally gives up, and I need assistance from younger generations. So, Eunbi, Jens, Hwan, are you up for the ride with his old man?”

“It will be dangerous!” Short Round adds.

The three explorers look at each other, nodding their heads in full agreement

“So, Dr.Jones, when do we start?” Captain Eunbi asks in full confidence.

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How's she ——

You can't help but stare as Eunbi walks out of the water. Her bikini shows off her tight waist and her beautiful tits. You know you shouldn't look at your stepmom like this, but you're not strong enough to resist. The sway of her hips as she walks up the beach seems to hypnotize you, until she finally reaches the lounger you're lying on.

"You look like you're seeing me like this for the first time."

You're not sure what to answer. It's true that you've seen Eunbi in a bikini before, but you can't stop looking away. Your eyes are drawn to her tits which are still glistening with drops of water.

"Is she asleep?"

You catch your stepmom biting her lip before she asks you. Glancing to your right, you look at your stepsister. Minju's eyes are closed and she hasn't moved since Eunbi went for a swim.

"Yeah."

Your voice sounds dry.

"Time to continue where we left off this morning."

Your breath hitches when she slowly straddles your lap.

"If I remember correctly you were asking if you could touch my tits after I sucked you off."

Your quick nod makes Eunbi chuckle.

"Go on then."

Your heart beats faster as you slowly reach out. She watches you as you carefully place one hand on each of her breasts. The thin fabric is the only thing standing in your way now. Eunbi is gently grinding against your crotch as you watch her reaching behind herself. She undoes the bow on her back and a moment later only your hands are keeping the bikini top in place.

You dare to give them both a soft squeeze.

"Don't be so careful, baby. You can play with them a little."

Her sweet tone and her hands on your shoulder makes you weak. You let go off her tits for a second and her top slides off of her. You marvel at the sight of your stepmom's beautiful mounds. You begin to cup them with both hands. Gently at first and then some stronger squeezes here and there.

You forget all about your stepsister who's still lying right next to you. Your focus is entirely on Eunbi. With one hand she tugs her hair behind her ear and with the other she reaches down and fishes your cock out of your trunks.

"Eunbi..."

"It's okay, baby. I know what's best for you."

Her hand gently strokes your cock as you continue to grope her tits. Her free hand moves down to undo the bows of either side of her slim waist. A moment later her bikini bottoms are gone, lying next to you on the lounger.

"I don't know if we should go this far."

Your breathless voice betrays you. Your eyes are glued to her pussy.

"This is where you draw the line?"

Eunbi lets out a clear, warming laugh.

"It's just..."

You hesitate as you feel embarrassment rush through you.

"What is it?"

She caresses your head gently, but her hand gently pushes your cock against her flat midriff.

"I've...I've never..."

You look up at her, waiting for her to understand.

"Oh, that's okay, baby."

Eunbi doesn't seem surprised.

"I'll show you how it's done, you'll like it."

Her hand gently rubs the tip of your cock against her tight stomach which starts to make your head spin in pleasure. You really want to feel her.

"A-Alright. But what about protection...?"

Your stepmom chuckles at your innocence as she lifts herself off your lap. You watch the tip of your cock glide from her midriff to the entrance of her pussy in the process.

"Don't worry, babe. You trust me, don't you?"

You nod, convinced that Eunbi only wants what's best for you.

"Now, these go here."

She uses her hands to take yours off her tits. You're disappointed, but then she places them on either side of her waist.

"Perfect."

She says and then uses one hand to align your tio with her pussy.

"Just enjoy yourself, baby."

Eunbi kisses your forehead and then lowers herself onto your cock. You let out a loud groan and quickly glance at Minju. Your stepsister is still asleep and you focus back on the feeling of your stepmom's pussy taking your cock.

"That's a good boy."

She sighs as she feels your dick filling her up. You feel something build in your stomach. The same feeling from this morning, right before Minju knocked on the door of Eunbi's hotel room.

You can't help but moan her name as you feel her wet walls slide down your length. Your grip on her waist tightens a little.

"That's it, honey. You're making me proud."

Her breathless praise makes you burn with something like pride. When she reaches your base, Eunbi slowly circles her hips, making your cock move inside of her.

"Yes, right there."

She moans, her head rolling back.

You're not sure what to do, but she told you to enjoy yourself, so you just watch. Your orgasm continues to build as she keeps on moving her hips around. Eventually, Eunbi begins to rise again. Every inch of your cock that leaves her pussy is glistening with her juices.

"Gosh, you really do have a nice cock."

She sighs in anticipation and gives you another kiss. You're on the edge of your climax, but your stepmom doesn't seem to care. She begins to ride you, gently bouncing up and down on your cock. You watch her tits bounce with her and you can't tear your eyes off them. They look amazing as they move right in front of you.

The combination of Eunbi's tits and her tight pussy around your cock proves to be too much for you after only a couple of moments.

"Eunbi..."

You groan her name yet again, trying to warn her. But she just continues to ride you. Her tight walls squeeze your dick and soon you can't hold back anymore. Your pleasure overwhelms you as you cum inside your stepmom's unprotected pussy.

Eunbi lets out a satisfied moan and she continues to bounce on top of you.

"That feels amazing. Good boy."

Once again, you're not sure how to react after you finally come down from your high. You expected Eunbi to be disappointed and to stop. But instead she just keeps going, her ass gently slapping down on your thighs. You can hear how wet her pussy is now after you've filled her with your cum.

"Eunbi..."

You sigh as you feel her walls squeezing your softening cock.

"It's okay, baby. You can put as many load in me as you want. I'm not done with you yet."

She leans forward a little and slows down. You're now able to capture one of her nipples with your mouth. You greedy suck on it. You want to get hard again as quick as possible and it probably won't take long if Eunbi continues to ride you.

Neither you or your stepmom noticed how Minju has opened her eyes. She hasn't moved otherwise as she watches her mom ride her stepbrother's cock.

[satzumosupremacy]

Elite Bodyguard Series: Pt.13

Gift In Disguise

Male reader X Kwon Eunbi

Tags: Smut, not a mommy Eunbi 9.2k Words

A/N: Does mention a little blood and violence but you should be fine :)

Every movement is calm, controlled, and efficient. But you carry a kind of danger. It can serve good or evil, but make no mistake—you are dangerous, more than what people realize. It’s not something you like to show, unless you want to make a clear statement.

Someone always has to learn the hard way. Just like today, you’ll give back what they bring. Psychological mind games, manipulation, subtle pressure, controlled silence and chaos—you’ll escalate it calmly, with precision, only if it’s necessary. This is your playing field.

“Boss?” Shadow—a colleague of yours say, pausing as he looks back at you.

Eunbi glances over too with curiosity in her eyes, wondering why you stopped short just before turning around the corner toward the elevators. She tries to follow your gaze but quickly finds nothing. Shadow, on the other hand, catches the signal instantly. No words needed.

This is just one of the many things that set you apart as a bodyguard—counter-surveillance isn’t easy, and it’s not a skill anyone can easily learn. It’s more than watching your surroundings; it’s about reading people, anticipating their moves. You see someone once, there’s no need to be alarmed. Twice, maybe it’s a coincidence. But the third time, you know you’re being tailed. Easier said than done.

“I need to use the bathroom. Escort Miss Eunbi to her room, Shadow,” you say, making an excuse as you continue to stare down at the person in the lobby from afar.

“Understood, Boss” the bodyguard says and continues to walk with Eunbi following right behind.

And right after Eunbi turns the corner, you adjust your earpiece to radio your colleagues. “This is Boss. Shadow is escorting Eunbi. Ghost, do you copy?”

“Copy.”

“What did security say about the possible Tango? Over.”

“They think we’re overreacting. We can’t do nothing about it. They seem like unseasoned security guards that haven’t gotten their hands dirty before when the threat is posing as a bodyguard.”

No bodyguard should be sitting down when there’s only four that’s in the building. It’s already a red flag. An experienced security guard would have caught on.

"Should I drag him by the hair to security?" you say, half-sarcastic, but not entirely joking. At this point, the risk of something happening is unknown. Anything can happen in a moment. You're not doing this just to protect Eunbi, but to ensure the safety of everyone in the building. It’s really not your job to, but something like this is already a security risk.

The whole time, your eyes stay locked on him—the threat. Whether he knows you're watching from a distance and is just playing dumb, you don’t care. You want him to realize he’s being stalked. You want him to feel uneasy. You want him to be afraid.

“What’s Tango doing? Confirm a description, Boss. Delta is right beside me. Shadow and Miss Eunbi just got out of the elevator and are walking to the room.”

“He’s sitting pretty with a phone in his face,” you reply, still staring down the threat. “Confirming—black baseball cap, black suit jacket, white flannel, black pants, brown dress shoes.”

“Copy that. No changes. Should I drag each security guard by their hair to you, Boss?” Ghost chuckles.

“It’s a good way to hurt their pride, and I’ll be proud—but let’s not get into legal lawsuits.”

“Right. Would you like me to take your place?”

“Rendezvous at my location. Try stalking and make it super obvious. Or try hitting on him if you get bored.”

“Is that really the extent you want me to go, Boss?” Ghost laughs.

“Up to you. Just let me know so we’re on the same page.”

What you really mean is, you aren’t pressuring Ghost to do honeypotting—a form of espionage where a woman flirts with a man to gather information or lower his guard. But if you can get something useful that way, it’s a win. Minimal risk. Maximum gain.

“Eunbi just entered the room a few seconds ago. I’ll be on my way down,” Ghost says.

Once Ghost takes over your position, you step into the elevator and head up to Eunbi. You glance at everyone who passes by from the corner of your eye—head on a swivel, even as they go about their day.

When you reach the room, you tap Delta on the shoulder and motion for him to patrol the floor. No one says it out loud, but the team feels it from the change in your glare—passivity dissolving into quiet tension. The calm watchfulness sharpens. Everyone’s posture straightens, eyes narrow. Surveillance shifts into staging. You and the team aren’t just watching anymore—you’re waiting for the moment to strike.

“Hey,” Eunbi whispers, opening the door after hearing your voice from outside her room. “Oppa.”

“Yes?”

She waves you into the room, and you follow her command. Eunbi gently closes the door behind you, leaving the two of you alone in the brightly lit room while her manager is still out getting snacks.

“Oppa, is everything okay?” she asks cautiously. “You were in the bathroom for so long. Are you feeling constipated? I have some medicine if you are.”

Seriously, what’s going on in her mind? Is she always like this? You don’t even know.

“No. And stick to ‘sir’ like you did before. We aren’t close like that.”

“Alright, Boss,” she replies, which already feels bizarre to you.

“Not that either.”

“Well, you’re not the actual boss-boss, though,” she says, tilting her head slightly. “Right?”

You keep a silent smile, with just a hint of a smirk.

“Hey, you’re a little annoying. At least answer me, Sir,” Eunbi pouts.

You would say Eunbi is an oddball, because how many names is she going to call you by, and within a simple response? She already called you by your name, “Sir,” “Oppa,” “Mister bodyguard,” and an informal “Hey”, all in rotation. It’s not a big deal to you, but it is getting a little annoying when she can’t stick to one name.

“Do you know what psychological misdirection is, Miss Eunbi?”

“A what?” she says, sitting down on the chair while you stand near the door.

If she doesn’t catch on, you’ll misdirect her to another topic—just to gauge how clueless she really is. “Want to know why I told you not to say my name? Get down.”

She stands up, confused, looking around before slowly squatting in front of you with her legs together. “What’s happening?”

“Stand up,” you say, looking down and meeting Eunbi’s gaze with her cleavage in your view, which was unintentional on your end to look down at her.

She obeys silently, still confused as ever.

“Sit back on the chair, Miss Eunbi.”

“W-what are you doing?” she asks, blindly grabbing the chair and sits down.

“At least you’re obedient, Miss Eunbi. Just listen and do whatever I tell you to do. Don’t question, don’t worry. Trust me, and I’ll trust you.”

She chuckles and rolls her eyes at how easily you controlled her. “Oppa, why do you look so paranoid, though? Nothing’s going to happen,” Eunbi says with a smile.

That’s the last thing you wanted to hear—“nothing will happen.”

Even omens exist in your line of work. It’s like telling a first responder, “It’s been quiet.” Anything can happen after that. And the smile Eunbi’s giving you meant to comfort, just hits a nerve instead.

“I’m not paranoid, Miss Eunbi,” you say calmly, letting out a quiet sigh that barely masks the tension coiling in your chest.

“Um, would you like to sit down? There’s a chair right by you. Just look down, like to the left side," she says with a gentle invitation.

“No thanks, Miss,” you reply, your tone clipped but not harsh. “Not here to babysit an adult.”

She exhales, a mix of frustration and concern. “Why are you being like this? Weren’t you more friendly like thirty minutes ago? Is it because my manager’s not here that you’re acting cold to me? C’mon, it’s only been more than like one or two hours.” Her eyes search yours, trying to find a hint of the person she met earlier.

If she were sharper, she’d notice the subtle shift in your posture—the way your eyes flicker toward the door every few seconds, or how your jaw tightens when you think she’s not looking. The threat you’ve spotted more than once over these past hours isn’t visible to her. And you don’t blame her—it’s not her burden to carry.

Still, your guarded demeanor, the silence between your words, the weight in the room—it should speak volumes.

“It’s not that, Miss Eunbi. Please understand,” you say quietly, voice steady but heavy with meaning.

“Eunbi. Just call me Eunbi. Please, Oppa?”

But you don’t budge. “I get it. We met at the awards show when you got lost and couldn’t find the bathroom and talked a little, but let’s stick to professionalism.”

“I don’t like you, Sir.”

“I don’t care,” you shoot back quickly.

“Are we friends? We sure do bicker a lot.” Her smile grows wider, teasing, eyes locking with yours like she’s trying to crack the armor you wear.

You neither know nor care much about being her friend, so you shrug without saying a word.

“It’s okay to be shy and not admit we’re friends. But you should buy my album. I’ll personally include extra goodies—free of charge. I’ll even sign it. Friends should support each other, right?”

“We’ll see,” you say, not planning to spend a dime on her album. “Depends on how I feel.”

“I like this side of you now. It’s kind of hot. The cold with the soft, gentle side mixed in—very charming.”

She’s definitely hitting on you, but you act like you didn’t hear it. Neither does she really get what you’re trying to say.

“Mhmm, okay. Is that all you want to talk about? May I step outside and give you some privacy, Miss Eunbi?” Your voice is calm but carries an edge, masking the tension simmering beneath.

“No. Can you stay with me a little longer? I get kind of lonely sometimes.” Her voice drops a notch, softer, almost vulnerable, and you catch the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air.

You glance at her, the dim light casting soft shadows across her face. Reluctantly, you nod. “What else do you want to ask, Eunbi?”

Casually dropping the ‘miss’ is intentional. Psychologically, she’ll feel a lot better and let you out quicker. You’re playing it smart by controlling the situation. Not in a bad way, that is.

She shifts slightly on the chair, the subtle rustle of fabric breaking the quiet. “How does a woman become a bodyguard? I swear, I saw one standing by my door. Why is she dressed totally different from you?”

“Her call sign is ‘Ghost.’ She’s dressed as a staff member for obvious reasons.”

“And about the guy who escorted me to the room... why does he walk weird after we left you?”

You blink, caught off guard by the question. The faint hum of the air conditioning fills the pause. “What? Why are you so curious about how people walk? That’s kind of weird.”

“I can’t be curious?” she chuckles and adjust her shirt by the collar, to which, you saw a glimpse of her cleavage. “His right arm doesn’t sway much like his left.”

“Cauliflower on his left ear. A stiff right arm. What comes to your mind? He’s the scariest bodyguard here, Eunbi.”

“And you’re not the scariest?” she says, trying to sound sharp, her eyes flickering up and down your figure. “Your nickname should be ‘Little Boss’ then.”

“Unfortunately, no,” you reply. It’s actually an understatement. Some things are better left unsaid.

She shrugs, clearly unimpressed. “You’re kind of boring.”

“Yeah, sorry for getting your hopes up or something. But I have to get going out there. We can talk after everything is done, Eunbi.”

“Fine. Gosh.” Her voice trails off, a mix of disappointment and amusement.

Once you step out of the room, the cool hallway air hits your face. You catch Shadow’s steady gaze as you smooth your sleeve with a quiet sigh. “Anything from Tango?”

“Tango got up and took the staircase. Ghost is following. Should we not make a move? He’s in a secluded space that people won’t see.”

“We move on my command,” you reply firmly. “Tango isn’t an immediate threat until he does something.”

“Anything on your mind, Boss? A plan B?”

“You’re in charge if anything goes sideways. Stay with Eunbi while I’m out. Coordinate with Delta while Ghost and I handle Tango. And do me a favor—don’t tell Eunbi where I am.”

“I—yes, Boss.”

“Did you want to say something?” you ask, your tone softening.

Shadow hesitates, then nods. “I’m not sure Ghost can keep up with your pace.”

“You know her. She’s a tough fighter.” You adjust your earpiece, glancing at Shadow as he acknowledges your words. “Delta, do you Roger? Over.”

“Roger.”

“Go to the lobby and be on standby to escort Miss Eunbi’s manager when they return. Check six and twelve.”

“Roger that, Boss. But what about Tango? I don’t have a good feeling.”

“Ghost and I will handle him. I need you and Shadow to watch Eunbi closely.”

“Boss, I’m against that,” Delta says firmly. “I’ll go in your place.”

Shadow cuts in over the radio, voice sharp and unwavering. “Just listen and do what you’re told, Delta. Don’t make things harder for Boss. He’s not in the mood.”

You lean in beside Shadow and reply quietly, “Shadow…”

And things heat up quickly, out of nowhere.

“Didn’t Boss pull some strings to get you out of prison after seeing you stomping a creep nearly to death? You know damn well you would’ve done time for that. Most people don’t get a second chance after, but somehow, Boss saw something worth saving you from being locked in a cell," Delta snaps back.

“Okay, army brat. Still got that army ego, huh? Always itching for a fight, always ready to kill? Gosh, the military’s the only place you can get away with murder, isn’t it?” Shadow fires back. “Be glad Boss took you in and gave you a second chance. Otherwise, you’d be dead broke, fighting for a country that didn’t give a damn about you afterward.”

“Hey, fucking quit it,” you radio back in a not-so-friendly tone, glaring directly at Shadow with your eyes silently saying, “Don’t make me put you in check.” The radio goes silent for what feels like minutes as you close your eyes, trying to regain some calm after losing a fair bit of your cool.

“Sorry about that, Boss,” Delta finally replies over the radio.

“I’m taking full responsibility for what can happen. Understand that. Acknowledge all.”

“Roger,” delta responds back on the radio.

“Roger,” Shadow responds beside you.

You wait for one more reply—but Ghost doesn’t respond. No verbal answer, not even the faint double-tap on the earpiece that usually signals acknowledgment or silent confirmation.

“Ghost, do you copy?” you radio. “Ghost?”

Your mind races to one conclusion—something’s wrong. You glance at Shadow, who’s staring back at you, his expression darkening with concern. There’s no time to hesitate, no time to gamble on hope. Without another word, you sprint toward the stairwell, pounding down the steps two at a time while Shadow stays behind and watches Eunbi.

“Delta, be advised, Boss is engaging. Standby,” Shadow radios to Delta.

The sudden rush of footsteps draws Eunbi’s attention. She opens the door, startled to see only Shadow standing there. “Where’s… um… your boss?”

“He’ll be back in ten minutes. Don’t worry. Your manager should be back any minute now. The radio show isn’t starting for another hour. Get some rest, Miss Eunbi.”

“Did your boss run to the bathroom again?”

Shadow exhales a short, quiet sigh—part amused, part tense. Her question might’ve been funny under normal circumstances, but the situation is far from that. “No, Miss.”

Meanwhile, you’ve already turned the corner, racing down three flights of stairs. As you hit the landing, your eyes lock onto Ghost against the wall, one hand clutching her stomach, her fingers slick with blood.

“Where did he go?” you ask, breath caught somewhere between panic and command.

Ghost winces, jaw clenched, and points toward the nearby stairwell door. “I’m fine. Go get him. He has a knife,” she gasps.

You catch sight of her earpiece on the floor—shattered, useless. She never got the chance to signal. Without hesitation, you pull out your phone, hit the emergency line, and hand it to her with the speaker on. You trust her holding on until help arrives and you quickly leave her to deal with the threat.

“Ghost’s been stabbed. Delta, inform the front desk to shut every door. My orders. Execute, now!” you radio and run full speed quickly after, hoping to catch the threat before anyone gets hurt.

“Lima Charlie, Boss,” Delta responds quickly.

“Going dark,” you declare, slipping your earpiece off and continue to run.

Every scream you hear only pulls you closer, feet pounding against the floor as you run. Your mind is spiraling with frustration and anger burning hot. You should’ve handled the threat earlier. Maybe none of this would’ve happened. But deep down, you know you couldn’t have moved until now.

As you reach the end of the hallway, you spot the threat—knife out, yelling at the broadcast station staffs, demanding something you can’t quite hear over the chaos. But you're past the point of negotiation. One of your own is bleeding out, and you have every right to act in defense.

The staff freeze at the sight of you charging forward. There’s no hesitation in your stride, no warning in your eyes. You’re locked on target, and nothing else matters. In one swift motion, you slam into the threat, driving him hard into the wall. The crack of impact echoes through the hallway as the side of his face smashes against the concrete. You hope the shock will dislodge the knife—but he doesn’t let go. Behind you, the staff break into screams, scattering and sprinting to safety, putting as much distance between themselves and the scene as they can.

And to what you don’t expect, he maintains his balance and grips his knife. But looking down at his knife still in his hands and how he’s holding onto the knife like an amateur, you don’t expect much. The threat takes a good look at you and points the knife right at you.

“Just give up and put it down,” you warn him.

“Scared?” he laughs and charges at you.

Being rushed at took you by surprise. And neither was calming down the situation was an option anymore as you dodge his knife attack easily from how slow he swung. It also took him by surprise. You quickly take this window as an opportunity to charge right at him as an exchange of force.

He tries to fight you off by lowering his arm down, getting the knife sideways with an intent of swinging it out once it connects to your stomach. You know this all too well in an instant as he tries to swing right at you instead after knowing that targeting your stomach was difficult. And neither did that work when you lowered yourself to punch him right in the ribcage. It worked a little too well that he stumbled and lean against the wall for a split second.

From what you just observed and did, you’re not expecting a long fight.

“Are you done?” you say, trying to provoke him, trying to get in his mind while he groans in pain.

He’s not giving up without a fight, or even worse, until you’re seriously hurt by him. Without an answer, he sees you approaching him at the corner of his eyes, and that’s where he strikes you with his knife, slashing your left outer forearm in a clean straight line from a quick defensive maneuver.

You felt every single bit of that slash despite your body fueling you with adrenaline.

But quickly and smartly, you back off and hear the sirens in the distance. To what he doesn’t expect, you stood your ground and crack the bones in your neck, smirking. He doesn’t like anything about how calm you are, even after you lowered your guard to where he got lucky to get a hit on you.

Trying to disarm him was a plan, but with how he’s waving his knife around carelessly for you to not jump back in, it’s not worth a risk. Despite reading his movements, all you can see is how vulnerable his chest was.

One big mistake from you can lead to his death from how the sharp side of the knife can be turned against him with just a strong push. This is something you want to prevent yourself from doing. Neither would it look great.

“Don’t be scared, come at me,” you say, provoking him again as he charges at you blindly, knife aimed dead-center at your stomach like it’s all he’s ever trained for. Very predictable.

You quickly counter him with a sidestep, just enough to let the blade miss, then drive a short, jab to his liver. That would definitely make anyone drop in seconds no matter how tough they are. But he still won’t let go of the knife. He twists with the momentum, swinging back at you—this time the blade grazes your side, then suddenly, you feel it sink in.

Your breath catches as the cold steel bites into your side. The pain blooms fast, hot—but your mind stays clear. You don’t pull away. Instead, you drag him with you, shoving both of you toward the wall, using every ounce of muscle to keep the blade from driving deeper as he suddenly looses all his strength and drops down. You quickly follow, pinning him to the ground before he can recover.

In the back of your mind, time is ticking. The knife isn’t lodged in you. You can already feel the warm trickle soaking onto your shirt, the sharp throb in your side growing louder with each heartbeat. You press your knee harder into his spine, just enough to make him stop squirming.

“Learn how to use a knife properly,” you say, which provokes him. He tries squirming around to get out but you apply pressure to his back, hurting him more and more.

“Ah. Ow. Ow. Ouch. Okay! Damn!” he screams in pain. His breathing is abnormal because of the liver shot delivered from you. “Get the fuck—.”

“Stay down while I’m being nice. And be glad I didn’t hit you hard,” you quietly say with a growl and look around, then back down to him. “Should I demonstrate where it would be better to kill you quickly?”

He doesn’t answer, everything you’re saying is scary when you’re in hands reach of his knife. Waves of dizziness starts to settle, the feeling of nausea kicks in as he groans from the pain, his vision starts to blur.

“It’ll be quick. You’ll feel it for about thirty seconds until your body goes into shock within a minute,”you say quickly, wanting to bring some sort of panic from him on purpose.

All you’re doing is scaring him. And neither was he good enough to put up a fight while armed with a knife. However, you did underestimated the sudden jolt of his willpower that got you hurt in the process. You’ll blame yourself for thinking he would drop the second you punched his liver without too much force.

“You’re just a thug… in a suit,” he slurs. “Another dog… for those soft, rich bastards. Leashed… till they say go.” He grunts, groaning in agony as you slam his face into the cold ground.

You didn’t like what he said one bit.

Within the moments of listening to his words, you wouldn’t say he was wrong—but being called a thug? That was over the line. You don’t want him to think he got in your head—even if he did.

“I don’t need your sympathy. I enjoy preying on people like you. And just to correct you, some hunting dogs can’t ever be controlled by a leash.”

He chokes on his cough, “you’re—fucking insane.”

“Be glad you’re still alive. Your chest looked like an easy target, the way you swung your knife around. You wouldn’t want to see your knife lodged in your heart, wouldn’t you? Especially from your own hands? How about a deep slash to your Achilles tendon? You won’t walk the same after.”

“Fucking psychopath,” he says, spitting his saliva on the ground, wheezing and groaning.

“Say it again,” you murmur and sigh. “You’re no different. You picked the wrong hunting dog and you’ll pay for it by being locked in a cage.”

Yet, despite toning down your aggression and daring him to repeat himself, he stays quiet. At the corner of your eyes, you see police officers running towards you. Slowly, you get off of the threat as he lays down exhausted, and voluntarily.

“Requesting additional medical support,” the police officer says into his radio, his calm, steady voice echoing faintly down the hallway as another officer walks alongside him.

Glancing down at the side of your stomach, you spot the wound. It doesn’t feel deep, but the moment your hand presses against it, pain flares, sharp and pulsing. Blood seeps through your shirt and fingers, faster than you expected, though it’s not the worst you’ve seen. Your grip weakens, but your face stays steady, calm and composed, like this isn’t the first time.

——

It’s the next day, a perfect day to be alone in your quiet house, resting as your injuries slowly heal. Peace settles over everything, undisturbed, until the sharp chime of the front doorbell cuts through the silence at fifteen minutes past noon. The unexpected sound piques your curiosity; you weren’t expecting anyone.

You glance at the front door camera and see Eunbi standing there. It’s completely unexpected. What surprises you even more is that she came alone with her car parked right in your driveway. With a quiet breath, you walk over and unlock the door, ready to greet her.

“Hey, so… um, I heard about yesterday,” Eunbi says, handing you a small bouquet of flowers along with her album and the extra goodies she promised. “I know men don’t usually get flowers, but I thought you might appreciate this.”

“Hi, and… thank you?” you say, a bit confused as you take the gifts from her hands. Flowers from her felt strange, beyond strange, but you appreciate the gesture. “Should I wire you the money? I’m supposed to pay for the album.”

“No, it’s alright. Please take it as a thank-you gift for watching over me yesterday. My manager made sure to send copies to your agency for your colleagues, and I personally signed each one. I promise."

“That’s nice of you, Eunbi,” you say, feeling the smooth weight of the album in your hands. A quiet moment settles between you. The sincerity of her gesture lingers in the air.

“Thank you,” she smiles softly, and a quiet silence lingers between you again for a few seconds.

The stillness feels a little heavy, as if neither of you quite knows what to say next. There’s an unspoken distance between the two of you, neither close enough to fill the silence comfortably. You glance away briefly, the awkwardness settling in as the gap lingers just a bit too long.

“How did you get my address?” you ask. It’s a simple question, but the slight hesitation in your voice betrays your curiosity, and maybe a touch of awkwardness.

“My manager contacted your agency.”

You nod slowly, acknowledging it’s reasonable. “Alright. You probably had a good explanation to get them to give out my address so easily.”

“Are you mad at me?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Why would I?”

“You know, I… I didn’t mean to bother or annoy you yesterday or today, or even jinx anything from happening, Oppa."

“Yesterday? Oh, that’s just because I just didn’t want you to know what was happening.”

“Awh, that’s sweet of you. But are you doing anything today? I got in because your gate was opened. Were you going somewhere?”

“No, someone dropped off a med kit since I was running low. And sorry, I think you should head home. Not in a mood to talk.”

She didn’t like your response one bit. She was expecting you to comply. “Please? Aren’t we friends?”

“Are we?” you reply, tilting your head slightly to the right, a hint of skepticism flickering in your eyes.

“Are we not?” she counters back. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Like what?”

“Let me in,” she says, letting out a cautious, suppressed chuckle.

You turn around, rolling your eyes in mild irritation, and walk away from the door. You’re not in the mood, but you can’t bring yourself to force her out when she hasn’t done anything wrong. “Close the door after you get in,” you call over your shoulder.

Eunbi shuts the door behind her and quickly slips off her shoes. As she moves towards you, her eyes scan the space—much bigger, more modern, and sleeker than the small apartment she’s used to. “How much are you paying for this house?”

“That’s private information,” you say, opening the med kit in the living room and pulling out a small bandage to replace the one on your left arm.

“Ah, that’s right, you’re the boss. It’s not just a nickname. I get it now,” Eunbi says, sitting down beside you on the couch, hands resting quietly in her lap. “Bet it’s paid off, right?”

“No comment.”

She’s quietly taking you in—observing how you don’t treat her like a famous celebrity and how you’re letting her make herself at home. You weren’t the first to invite her in when it’s something she’d expect, but what surprised her most was that you didn’t ask for a photo or autograph. It’s eye-opening for her. For the first time, she feels like her fame has been gently stripped away, and it’s a strangely comforting feeling.

As her gaze shifts to your arm, a flicker of sympathy crosses her face. She begins to feel bad for what you endured yesterday. The room falls silent for what feels like minutes as you carefully peel the plastic off the adhesive.

“I’m sorry, Oppa.”

You meet Eunbi’s gaze, catching the genuine regret in her eyes. You shrug lightly, a small, reassuring smile tugging at your lips. “What are you sorry for? It’s my job, Eunbi.”

“But is violence always the answer? Even when you’re not the one causing the problem?”

“It’s better to calm things down with words,” you say, pausing to press the adhesive firmly onto your arm so it won’t come loose. “But who am I to say that when my colleague got stabbed? Would you do the same as me?”

“I would.”

“I assumed so,” you murmur and reach for the med kit to tightly close as it clicks in place.

“Can I ask you something?” Eunbi says hesitantly. You lean back on the couch, catching her uncertain expression before she meets your gaze. “Uh… how does it feel, being in a situation like yesterday? Is it scary?”

“You don’t focus on how it feels. You focus on what needs to be done. Ask a firefighter, they’d say the same.”

“Were you scared, though?” she asks, glancing at you as you look down at your own hands. You take a slow breath, your fingers tightening slightly before you finally meet her gaze.

“Hmm, it feels like a Sunday night when you know you have to get up and work the next day,” you chuckle, teasing a little as you look at her. “You just gotta get used to it and deal with it, ya know?”

“You’re so annoying,” she laughs, looking away to catch your reflection alongside hers in the TV screen. “But you’re kind of hot to be annoying.”

There she goes again—flirting. But this time, Eunbi doesn’t meet your eyes, even as you watch her closely. It makes you wonder: what other creative tactics does she have up her sleeve?

“My manager told me you got stitches,” Eunbi says, glancing back at you with a curious look.

“I did. Why?”

“Can I see it?”

Should you let her see your stitches? Neither are you close to comfortably lift your shirt up for her to see. But you couldn’t stop being curious on what she’s trying to do. You’ll be more than willingly to stir something up as the tension between the two of you grows. Because what’s really the reason why she’s staying this long?

“Sure,” you say, lifting the side of your shirt to reveal the stitches beneath a gauze pad. For whatever reason, time seems to slow as Eunbi reaches toward the wound without asking. Your hand snaps up, catching her wrist. “What do you think you’re doing?”

She feels the firmness of your grip—but also the unexpected warmth in your touch. Her wrist is slender beneath your hand, your fingers overlapping with controlled pressure, restraint held just at the edge of release.

“Do you… like, feel lonely sometimes?” Eunbi murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. She looks a lot shyer now, like she’s bracing for something—your answer, maybe, or the silence that might follow. Her eyes meet your gaze, unsure if crossing the line between the two of you meant being pushed away.

You’re still gripping her wrist. The tension hasn’t broken—if anything, it’s sharpened, suspended in the space between you. Her skin is warm beneath your fingers, her pulse steady but not quite calm. You don’t speak right away, and in that pause, the weight of her question lingers—louder than either of you expected. In the stillness, your eyes lock, and the two of you stare at each other for just a little too long.

If anything can be read through her eyes, it’s not just curiosity—it’s a flicker of vulnerability, a silent plea for a sense of connection. Her gaze holds steady, soft yet unguarded, and though she doesn’t move closer, there’s a tension there—like she’s daring you to close the space between you.

“I remember you saying you get lonely sometimes, Eunbi,” you whisper. “I get it. I do too.”

She slowly leans in, close enough that you catch a faint trace of her scent. “We’re more alike than you think,” she murmurs. “Sometimes alone, sometimes in a crowd. Always on the move—city to city, country to country, barely any rest. Surrounded by people, by fans, but the loneliness creeps in when no one's around."

You see her point—there’s truth in it—but you’re not ready to buy into it. “I like the way you think, Eunbi,” you say quietly, “but no.”

Eunbi lets out a soft laugh, tilting her head. “So you’re saying no but in a really attractive way. Are you always this charming when you reject people?”

You try to stay composed, keeping your thoughts and lust in check. But it’s hard when she’s this close. The way her tits sit leaves a lot to the imagination when the line of her bra is just barely visible from her tight shirt. And that smile—the way she’s looking at you with steady eyes pulls your desire. The silence stretches with unspoken tension. Your gaze drops to her lips, then back up to her eyes. You crave her, no question. But still, you hesitate.

Your quietness lingers too long to where she adds on with a murmur, leaving her pride out, “have me today, will you?”

“Eunbi,” you say, your gaze locked onto hers, surprised as she reaches for your other hand and places it gently on her chest.

“I get a lot of messages from men. I know exactly what they want from me. But how come you’re not asking or trying to seduce me? I know my boobs are big and all, but are you more of an ass guy?”

You gulp, genuinely unsure how to respond. Part of you wants to play it cool, but another part is caught off guard—unsure whether to joke, deflect, or be honest. Honestly, what the hell are you even supposed to say in a moment like this?

“Am I not pretty enough?” she teases, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “How hard do you want to play before I have you wrapped around my finger?” She chuckles softly, leaning in just a little closer. “You’re pretty feisty. Try kissing me. Might just change your mind.”

You lean in even closer, and she closes her eyes, silently waiting for your lips wherever you dare choose to place them. But what you’re really doing is trying to read her pulse through her wrist—it’s racing faster from your playful teasing. Despite that, Eunbi gently slips her hand under your shirt, pressing her small palm against your chest, silently daring you to make the next move.

She opens her eyes with a flicker of embarrassment crossing her face for having to close them. She sighs softly, “can you stop playing hard to get? I need your help taking off my clothes, you know. Just for a while, make me feel vulnerable. Make me feel wanted.”

“What do I get in return?” you ask with a smirk, finally releasing her wrist that your right hand had been holding onto for what felt like forever.

She pushes you back against the couch’s backrest, straddling you as she leans in close. Her lips find your neck in a quick, heated kiss, and she murmurs softly, “anything.”

You slowly pull Eunbi into your embrace, your left hand sliding from her chest to rest gently at her side. Her curious lips explore you with delicate warmth, and in that quiet closeness, you both find something you’ve been needing—raw, unguarded connection. You want more. Those soft, inviting lips deserve to be kissed deeply, and her body craves the touch only you can give.

“Let me take you to my bed after,” you whisper, feeling Eunbi’s soft lips trail along the side of your neck, devouring you completely. A shiver runs down your spine, your breath catching as warmth floods your body, every nerve ignited by her touch.

“I’d love that,” she chuckles, pulling away just enough to grab both your hands. She compares them, hers noticeably smaller than yours. With a playful smile, she laughs softly, “It’s ironic how your hands were clenched into fists yesterday, but today I’m holding them like I might get manhandled.”

“Is that what you want, Eunbi?” you tease, a slow smile spreading as a playful smirk curls at the corner of your mouth.

“Well…,” she pauses, eyes softening as she glances down at your wound with a hint of playful concern. “Oppa, why don’t you just lie back and let me take care of everything?”

You like her idea—there’s something tempting about letting her take control, but you know damn well you’re not in any shape to do much with that injury to the side of your stomach. It’s a bittersweet feeling: wanting to be involved, yet needing to surrender to the moment.

“Sounds good?” she asks, her fingers lightly tracing the side of your jaw. You can’t help but appreciate the tenderness in her touch—so gentle, especially after the seriousness you showed just yesterday.

“I’m sorry that you have to do most of the work today,” you softly say.

She chuckles softly at your sincerity. “Isn’t that what friends are for? Sometimes we go out of our way just to help a little.”

“You said I can have anything from you, right? Let’s meet next time we’re both free, Eunbi. I’ll make it up.”

“Oh, so manly. You’re not going to take back those words, are you?”

You nod, tilting your head side to side. She finds the gesture way cuter than she expected. “Should we move to a more comfortable place? Your bed?”

With a quiet groan, you lift her into your arms. Eunbi can’t help but giggle, surprised by your sudden strength—and the fact she’s being carried. As you step into the bedroom, the door left slightly opened and forgotten, your eyes stay locked on her, drawn to her eyes.

“Lay down,” she urges softly, tapping your back. “I’ll take it from here.”

After Eunbi slides off, you rest your head on the pillow, eyes fixed on her curves. She slowly undresses herself by taking off her shirt to reveal the light pink bra she has on. You can’t help but admire how stunning she looks by feeling a heat rising inside you as your mind drifts to the thought of your face buried between her tits.

Eunbi grips her waistband, her knees locking in place as she bends down to slide her pants off, letting them fall softly to the floor. You lick your lips and swallow hard, eyes locked on her every move. She teases you with a small, playful sway before crawling onto the bed, settling herself gently on top.

“You’re hot. So damn hot,” you compliment her as your hand brushes against the smooth curve of her thighs up to her hips.

She lowers herself, closing her eyes as her lips part slightly before pressing softly against yours. Like the gentle tide meeting the shore, Eunbi’s touch is both tender and inevitable. You feel the warmth of her breath, the soft weight of her body pressing close. A smile tugs at her lips as she parts just enough to murmur, “may I undress you, handsome?”

Your whispered consent barely leaves your lips before her thighs wrap around you, firm yet inviting, locking you in place. As she pulls your pants and boxers down in one smooth motion, your cock springs free, catching her gaze. Eunbi lets out a slow, deep sigh— the kind that speaks of quiet relief, of tension finally easing as desire takes over.

“It’s so hard,” she chuckles, covering her mouth with one hand, a playful glint in her eyes. With her other hand, she hesitantly traces the waistband of her own panties, fingers trembling slightly as she savors the slow burn between you. There’s no rush—just the tension of anticipation, every second stretching out.

“Come back down and let me take your bra off, Eunbi,” you murmur, voice low and steady, eyes locking with hers. “Just slide your panties to the side.”

She crawls closer, leaning down so you can wrap your arms around her waist and unhook her bra with ease. Her breath brushes against your ear as she whispers, “can’t help but crave my body?”

“Whatever you say,” you murmur playfully, pulling her face closer to press a soft kiss to her lips. Your eyes close as your arms tighten around her. Your tongues dance slowly, teasing and exploring, exchanging heated breaths that mingle with the warmth of the room. Every second, you lose yourself more—the feel of her body, the taste of her lips—completely captivated by such a beauty.

But all that tenderness disappears the moment she breaks away from your lips with a heavy breath and sits upright. “I can’t wait any longer, Oppa.”

You clearly see the dark, damp spot spreading on her panties—proof enough that you’ve already stirred something deep inside her. Without even touching, you’ve got her this wet. The anticipation in Eunbi’s eyes is unmistakable as she slowly crawls back, settling on one knee while spreading the other leg wide. You reach out your hand, offering support in case she loses balance on the soft bed.

Eunbi spits on her hand and wraps it around the tip of your cock as it throbs from a touch. Then with a quick glance at you, she slides her panties to the side and slowly brushes the tip of your cock on her pussy in a teasing way before she slips it in. Both of you exchange a moan the moment you feel the tight hug and Eunbi feeling the length of your cock sliding into her slick walls.

“Fuck,” she breathes out, followed by a soft grunt. Your cock hasn’t even fully disappeared inside her, yet, Eunbi is already struggling to take every inch.

“Don’t rush it, Eunbi,” you let out a breath, feeling the warmth of her walls tighten around your cock.

Her breath catches, and a soft whimper barely escapes her lips. “Oh my gosh,” Eunbi moans, voice trembling with a mix of surprise and pleasure as she arches her back.

You gently grasp her wrist, guiding Eunbi down to lie on top of you. She exhales a heavy, shuddering breath as your bodies press close. “You feel so good, Eunbi,” you murmur, your voice thick with desire for every touch of her skin.

“You’re really stretching me out," she murmurs with her breath soft against the pillow, the warmth of her tits pressing onto your chest. Eunbi moves slowly, riding you with a measured rhythm, savoring each sensation of your cock penetrating her tight pussy—just enough to keep the pleasure building without overwhelming herself and you.

Your lips trail along her shoulders, tasting the warmth of her skin as she muffles a soft moan into the pillow. Your breaths grow heavier, syncing with the rhythm of her movements, while your hands roam freely, exploring the curve of her back before reaching down to her ass. You grab and squeeze, claiming them like it’s all yours with a gentle slap right after.

“So—,” she catches her breath, “aggressive.”

“Sounds like you enjoy it,” you reply back to her with a growl.

“I love it. A lot.”

And that was the last conversation for a few minutes. She’s not riding you hard. She takes every inch slowly, savoring the moment while your cock disappears in and out of her. You let Eunbi moan freely while hearing your own breath catch in her ear. It’s a wordless, therapeutic exchange—your bodies speaking for each other in perfect harmony.

“Eunbi,” you gulp and let a breath out, breaking the passionate silence, “hold on.”

“Can’t help it?” Eunbi murmurs, pausing as she feels your cock throbbing deep inside her. She leans close to your ear, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. “I don’t want you to cum just yet.”

Well, if she doesn’t want you to cum yet, you want her to, on your cock, from your very hands. You’ll make this Waterbomb goddess breathless with her toes curling up. “May you sit up, Eunbi? I want to see how pretty you are.”

That’s one way to make Eunbi’s heart skip a beat. She’s not used to hearing this side of you, and it catches her completely off guard.

“A little flirty, aren’t you?” she gets up slowly from the pillow, chuckling with a smile. Her smile is charming—you’ll admit it, but your attention starts shifting to her tits. She tracks your eyes and grabs your hands, guiding you to touch her tits. “I know you love them.”

“Who honestly wouldn’t?” you murmur and squeeze her tits, playing with them as she grinds on your cock. She holds onto both your forearms as grip while continuing to grind on you.

“Such big arms,” she seductively says, letting out a quiet moan and stares at you for a reply. “How lucky would a woman be to have you?”

“Extremely,” you say, teasing her. She quickly rolls her eyes, getting so annoyed of your cheeky response. It’s almost like she expected that. “What’s wrong, Eunbi?” you softly chuckle to play innocent, when you can assume she’s hating.

“Fuck you,” she chuckles along with you and pauses from grinding to guide your hands to her hips.

“But you are though,” you quickly reply, staring at each other in the eyes, which, you aren’t going to look away until she does. “Take a breath, Eunbi. Slow down if you have to. We have time.”

“Why do you stare at me like that, Oppa?” she says, brushing her thumb on your arm.

“Like… what?”

“You have charming eyes. No one told you?”

You shrug, unsure if she’s just bluffing because she’s on top of you with your cock deep inside her.

“It’s a compliment, by the way,” she murmurs and rides you slowly, not breaking eye contact. But you can clearly see how pink her cheeks have gotten. Slowly, you trace one hand down from her tits to her crotch as she lets go from your arms and place it on your chest. You slowly rub her clit as she lets out a whimper with her body quivering. “It’s sensitive, Oppa,” she moans.

Well, that just makes it a whole lot easier.

“I want you to cum, Eunbi.”

She stops riding you once the tip of your fingers rub her clit in circles. Eunbi’s moans get loud, neither are you stopping when your cock is lodged so deep that you can feel every pulsation from her walls. She struggles to even position still on top. You’re enjoying this, a lot. Just hearing the beautiful voice of hers makes you want more.

“Oppa,” she murmurs out with a groan and her body starts quivering uncontrollably, grinding gently on your cock. Eunbi’s breath turns heavier, arching her back, closing her eyes as she faces up towards the ceiling, cumming hard with her hands gripping onto your chest. It’s a sight to see her tits mashing each together with the body spasms as she continues to whimper and moan. Eunbi quickly grabs onto your hand, stopping you from rubbing her clip. She can’t handle more as she lets out a gasp, begging you to take it a little easy on her.

“Come back down, Eunbi,” you murmur, pulling her down as you’re greeted with her tits in your face. So without a single hesitation, you suck on them—both sides in respectful turns. Her breaths are still heavy as she rides out her orgasm. You burry your face between them and catch a breath, all while she smiles from all the sensitive nerves being felt from her chest and your cock.

“I told you my pussy is very sensitive,” Eunbi chuckles in between her breaths.

“Couldn’t help it,” you murmur, not a thought of stopping from feasting on her tits.

She continues to ride your cock slowly. There’s a sense of shyness from Eunbi after you made her cum. Every subtle touch and attention of yours makes her have some closure like she wanted.

You take a breath as she doesn’t stop pushing back down onto your cock. “Keep going. Just like that, Eunbi.”

“Love it that much?” she murmurs and lets out a seductive chuckle.

“Yeah,” you utter, gasping. Your hands reach to her ass for a tight, yet gentle squeeze.

Eunbi can tell you’re reaching your limit from how creamy and slick your cock’s penetrating into her. If Eunbi can make you have a memory of her, she’ll want this next moment to be for you. If she’s all smiling and laughing on your screen, Eunbi wants you to know that there’s still unfinished business the more she waits for a second time together.

“Cum,” she murmurs, kissing your neck, “cum inside this tight, little pussy.” Then she takes a quick breath, “it’s all yours, handsome.”

“Don’t slow down,” you gasp, grunting as Eunbi smiles by the way she picks up the pace. Feeling every throb, every breath onto her tits, and hearing your moans, you cum, making her feel the warmth of you cumming inside her. However deep Eunbi wanted it, you couldn’t stop cumming from how good this felt.

Eunbi pauses with your cock throbbing less and less every second. You feel her lips pressing against your neck, then up to your own. She gives you a kiss on the lips, almost like a passionate thank-you gift—another one.

“I let you cum in me for a reason, Oppa,” she murmurs, quickly pressing her lips back onto yours, intentionally not letting you speak a word. However, you’ll throw that to the side for now when her soft lips are craving more.

——

Eunbi lies beside you, her fingers gently tracing the edges of the bandage on your arm. You run your hand through her hair with slow care, both of you half-dressed, bodies still warm from the closeness. The room is quiet, wrapped in a kind of peaceful intimacy.

“Did you enjoy it?” she asks out of the blue, her voice soft and curious. Her pointer finger begins to trace slow circles over the bandage on your arm where the wound rests beneath. It’s a gentle, soft gesture—part playful, part intimate—as if she’s feeling out your answer not just in words, but through your body.

“The sex?” you reply.

“Yeah,” she chuckles shyly, unable to look at you.

“I did, Eunbi.”

She’s glad you enjoyed it, and with a smile, she giggles, “I needed that after working so hard for these past few months. I feel so… relieved.”

“It just had to be with me, wasn’t it?” you chuckle and tease her as she looks down at the side of your stomach where your stitches were.

“I couldn’t help it, Oppa. You let me in your home despite the fame I have. I’m sure I wasn’t the only woman in this bed.”

“You don’t think any less of me for that… do you, Eunbi?” you ask quietly, your gaze steady but your tone carrying the weight of curiosity.

“I get it. And I don’t think I’m the only one who’d feel this way. You didn’t treat me like some celebrity when I walked in. You weren’t chasing after anything, not my fame, not my body. It didn’t feel like you had some hidden motive. You’re… a good guy. I respect that.”

You look at Eunbi with a genuine smile, meeting each other’s eyes, “thank you.”

It’s a simple compliment, bit enough to make her heart flutter. “If anything, I should be the one saying thank you,” she murmurs with a small smile.

“Then kiss me if you mean it,” you laugh as she playfully hits you on the chest gently.

“You’re annoying,” Eunbi chuckles.

“But I’m too hot to be annoying, right?”

She’ll ignore the question, only because she doesn’t want to admit it again. “Do you want me to stay over tonight? Actually, may I? If you’re not busy?”

“I have a debriefing tomorrow in the early afternoon. Will that work for you?”

“What’s that?”

“Just going over about what happened yesterday. What went wrong, what could have been prevented, you know, those stuff. It’s required.”

“Are you there as the Boss or a colleague?”

You smirk, and teasingly chuckle in her face with no intentions of telling her.

She rolls her eyes at you with a chuckle. “Okay, yeah, I’ll leave tomorrow afternoon too. Give me your phone number before I forget.”