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Bad Boy (Lucky Stars Series)

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← Chapter 1 (Sana) • ← Chapter 2 (Jennie) • Chapter 3 (Joy)

From that day on, my life was never the same again. Things just got stranger and crazier, to the point of pure absurdity. It was almost like some kind of higher power was writing out my life story for their own entertainment, and whoever it was—whether a deity or demon—they were one cruel, sick soul.

I just couldn’t stop replaying everything in my head. Every time I thought about Jennie or saw a photo of her, my body physically ached for more like I was some kind of drug addict. As ridiculous as it sounds, I was having actual withdrawals. Even in my dreams, I saw myself making love to her. It got so bad that I couldn’t even feel aroused by anything else besides the thought of her riding me. Seriously, nothing worked. Not even thinking about hooking up with Sana again could satisfy my undying lust for Jennie. I completely craved her in every way possible, so much that I actually thought I was going to lose my mind and end up in a mental asylum. Reason for admittance: going completely insane over Jennie Kim.

To be honest, I wasn’t even sure what it was about her that I liked so much. Was it the way her tiny body somehow managed to control every part of mine? Or was it her sinful, scrumptious scent and taste that put me in a completely binding love spell? Or maybe it was because of how much she belittled me that made me want to take back my pride so badly. I couldn’t help but wonder. If I had been able to make her mine that day, would I have still felt this way? There was simply no way to know. I just knew that I needed to have her again, even if just once more.

You might think I’m exaggerating, but let me explain to you the level of desperation I felt.

The coffee shop I work at is located near the center of a large shopping district, and during my lunch break, I would sometimes walk around to get some fresh air. I found myself doing that a lot more often after Sana ghosted me, and even more so after Jennie turned me into a madman. Anyways, there was a small fishcake street cart that I liked to visit for lunch, and right across from it, past the small water fountain, was a little tent run by a famous psychic named Ha Taegoon. He was supposedly known all across Seoul as one of the best, and although I was never the type to believe in divination, I would often see people coming in and out of his tent—usually couples or women in their late 30s.

Well, let’s just say, after that fine Tuesday afternoon, you can officially add my name to the list. Look, I don’t know what got into me, maybe it was destiny calling my name, maybe not, but I was at such a low point in my life that I would have tried anything to get some answers.

I stepped inside, and to my surprise, it wasn’t as creepy as I expected it to be. There were no candles, no incense, no animal skulls or voodoo dolls, just a guy in his 40s or 50s with an iPad. Was that even a good sign?

“Welcome, welcome...I’ve been awaiting you,” he said, in a mystical voice—despite wearing a Gucci jacket.

Jesus, even the fortune tellers in Gangnam are boujee.

“Hello,” I said, bowing.

“I sense a very troubled mind,” he said, swiping away on his iPad.

Well, it doesn’t take a mind reader to know that. It’s written all over my face.

“Take a seat,” he said, smiling widely.

At this point, there was still a small window of opportunity for me to get out—which I should have done if I was smart—but instead, I sat down on the ridiculously comfortable chair while he stared at me—probably thinking of every possible way to take as much of my money as possible.

“What brings you here today?” he asked. “Wait, don’t tell me—you feel lost and your heart is troubled. You’re searching for something that you can’t have.”

“Something like that,” I said, quickly eyeing his rates.

50,000 won for a quick reading, and 100,000 won for a full reading? What in the world is up with these prices? I’m getting the hell out of here—

“I see that you, much like many before you, have taken note of my premium rates,” he said, taking off his glasses. “But you see, there are some things in life that just don't have a price.”

“I mean, it clearly does,” I said, pointing at his sign.

“Your name is Daniel, right?”

My heart skipped a beat.

Wait, what the hell? How does he know my name?

“You’re not from around here,” he continued. “Curious things are happening to you, and you just can’t explain them. In fact, they’ve been happening all your life.”

Holy shit.

Any skepticism I had suddenly flew right out the window. I don’t know about you, but when someone you never met knows your name and your life story, it’s really difficult to doubt them.

He held out his hand, and I didn’t know what to do, so I put my right arm on the table for him to read my palm or something, but he didn’t take it.

“Cash or credit card?” he asked, rubbing his fingers together.

Ah yes, of course.

I pulled out my wallet, but stopped right before opening it.

Am I really going to pay like 100 bucks just to get a psychic reading? Does this guy really know what he’s talking about or am I playing straight into his hands?

He looked at me carefully, and I couldn’t tell if he was reading my aura, or thinking in his head how he was about to scam another idiot.

“I recommend the full reading,” he said, staring at my wallet. “There’s something especially haunting about your energy, and we need to get to the bottom of it right away.”

“What’s the difference between the quick reading and the full one?” I asked, pulling my debit card out.

“50,000 won.”

“No, I mean—”

“Only one of them will give you what you’re looking for,” he said, trying to take my card from my hand.

I held onto it tightly. “I don’t know if I have enough money on this card,” I lied, trying to give myself a little more time to decide if I really wanted to go through with this.

“I also take PayPal.”

$100 to get a psychic reading by some guy with an iPad. It was just as ridiculous as it sounded, and even worse, I was about to entertain it.

God damn it. This isn’t worth it. He’s just going to say some vague, generic lines and then tell me to get out, I bet.

But something forced me to let go: the sinful images of Jennie sitting on my face, grinding herself against my mouth completely flooded my mind, and no matter how hard I tried to push it out, it wasn’t going away. I absolutely had to know if I could ever have her again, and $100 was a small price to pay.

Before my eyes could even re-focus themselves on what was happening in front of me, he had already swiped my card on a little reader that connected to his iPad. There was a beeping sound, and instead of letting me sign my name, he did it himself.

“Oh, your name really is Daniel,” he muttered to himself.

“I’m sorry—what?”

“Here you go,” he said, giving the card back to me.

What the hell just happened? Did he just—

He smiled and looked at me carefully, squinting his eyes. “Your heart is troubled, you feel lost, and you’re searching for something you can’t have.”

“You said that already.”

“Well, it’s true, is it not?”

“Yeah, but I just paid you 100,000 won just for you to tell me the same thing.”

“There’s no price to truth.”

Yep, I got scammed.

“Give me your hand,” he said, putting his palm out.

I wanted to just leave and take it as a lesson learned, but I figured that if I would pay that much money, I might as well stay for the whole show. And so I gave him my hand, but the moment he touched it, he jumped from his seat.

“It’s you,” he said, his eyes widening.

“What?”

“You’re the boy that we’ve been sensing all this time. The Blessed Child.”

I furrowed my brows. “The what?”

He held onto my hand tightly, almost squeezing it.

“Strange things happen to you, unexplainable things that would never happen to anyone else…” He looked at me right in my eyes. “Is this true?”

“I-I guess?”

“And you don’t understand why.”

Didn’t he say that earlier? Is he just saying the same thing over and over and just changing the words a little bit?

“Because you’ve been blessed,” he said, suddenly calm.

“What? Blessed by what?”

“An angel,” he said, closing his eyes. “A powerful blessing. Tell me, have you ever done any good deeds in your life?”

“...I mean, I would like to think so.”

“Think carefully. This takes a special kind of deed. Think of a time where you did something so extraordinary—something so out of your way for a stranger that gave you nothing in return.”

I tried my best to think of such a thing, but all I could remember was the time I gave a homeless man $10 at the McDonald’s down the street because he yelled at me.

“When I was 10, I gave this old man all my money because—”

“That’s it! That’s the deed! You showed a great act of selflessness for a complete stranger and were rewarded for your grace!”

“No no, he looked scary and I thought he was going to rob me if I didn’t—”

“From that day on, you were blessed with a powerful charm, one that would guarantee that luck would always be on your side,” he opened his eyes and looked at me again, with an intense glare. “Anything that you seek, you shall receive, so long as you truly desire it.”

A good luck charm that lets me have anything I want? I’ve never even heard of something like that.

“Anything?” I asked, imagining Jennie ripping her clothes off and throwing herself at me.

He nodded. “That’s right. And one more thing…”

“What is it?”

“It is said that once the Blessed Child is aware of his powers, the universe will continue to work in his favor,” he said, letting go. “Go now, son. Your life will never be the same again. You must be truly free. Free your spirit, become the person you’ve always wanted to be.”

“Okay, but here’s the problem, I really like this girl, how do I—”

“Listen, kid, I’m not a relationship counselor.”

I thought that I would leave the tent with a new outlook on life, or at least a surge of confidence, but all I felt was $100 broker. Just how much of that was bullshit, anyways? Did he really think I would believe that? I’ve been blessed with a charm that brings me good luck? Just because I thought some homeless guy was going to kill me? What a load of nonsense. I couldn’t believe I wasted all that money and skipped lunch just for some mumble jumble that he probably made up on the spot.

But the moment I stepped back inside the café, everything in the world stopped making sense. Or rather, everything started making sense. I didn’t even know what made sense and what didn’t anymore.

Hyunwoo waved at me excitedly from behind the counter, pointing a finger at the same table that my eyes were already glued to.

Jennie was back.

Just like that, it happened. After so many days of torturous gloom and sleepless nights of sinful fantasies, I saw her again. And this time, instead of Jisoo and Rosé, she was with Red Velvet’s Irene.

Is this a joke? Is this another one of my dreams?

Jennie was wearing a white crop top with light jean shorts, and I could feel my mouth watering as I stared at her smooth, slender thighs.

Anything that you seek, you shall receive, so long as you truly desire it.

That’s what he told me, and the truth was that I wanted Jennie more than anything, so if it wasn’t bullshit what he said about my so-called blessing, she would jump on me as soon as she saw me.

Guess what? It didn’t happen. If my blessing was real, then it was also broken.

After a few seconds of standing there like a statue blocking the entrance, Jennie eventually noticed me staring at her. She lowered her shades a bit, but then went right back to her conversation with Irene.

What? Does she not recognize me? Or is she pretending we don’t know each other?

But the moment I saw the tickets in their hands, I knew exactly what to do: I headed back towards the bar.

“Dude, do you see that? Jennie’s back with Irene this time,” Hyunwoo said, his face completely filled with excitement. “I have another chance at a selfie—”

“What did they order?” I asked, going straight for the order receipts.

“A cappuccino and a matcha latte,” he said, pointing at the newest slip. “I’m gonna make them this time so you don’t fuck it up again.”

“No,” I said, immediately walking towards the espresso machine. “I got it.”

“What?” He stumbled for a moment, but a customer started yelling at us to order, so he finally gave in. “Okay fine, but seriously, don’t fuck it up this time.”

But you see, that was exactly what I planned to do. It was the only way.

I made sure to let the shot run for even longer than I did last time to make it as bitter as possible. On top of that, I didn’t heat up the milk, and made the latte art even worse than it was the first time. Surely that would make her throw a fit again, and we’d right back in that storage room for my chance at revenge.

And because Irene was my favorite member from Red Velvet, I took extra caution to make her matcha latte as perfect as possible, drawing the best heart of my life—and if I had to say so myself, it was truly immaculate. She deserved nothing but the best. This wasn’t her fight, she was an innocent bystander who had nothing to do with my war with Jennie.

I stared at the clock on my phone while waiting for the coffee to drip as slowly as possible. Not even the photos of Sana and me on my lockscreen could melt the ice in my heart that Jennie had left.

Now that you are aware of your powers, the universe will continue to work in your favor. Free your spirit, become the person you’ve always wanted to be.

That was the key; I had to become the person that Jennie would fall head over heels for, because whoever I was before wasn’t working.

Instead of letting Hyunwoo bring their drinks over, I took it upon myself to do the deed, and from the corner of my eye, I could see him fuming with disappointment. But it didn’t matter. Jennie was mine, and I had to make sure of it. I couldn’t wait any longer.

“One cappuccino...and one matcha latte.” I placed the former on Jennie’s side of the table, and then the latter in front of Irene.

“Thank you,” Irene said.

Jennie, on the other hand, said nothing, and continued scrolling on her phone. “Hey, unnie, look at this one,” she said, handing Irene her phone.

Is she not even going to say thank you? God, she’s so hot. She’s even hotter today than last time.

“That’s not bad,” Irene said, and then looked down at her cup. “Here’s your latte.”

Wait, what?

My life turned upside down before my very eyes as the two of them swapped drinks.

The cappuccino wasn’t Jennie’s?! Fuck! Irene’s going to kill me!

“Thanks,” Jennie said, taking a sip of the latte.

I watched in horror as Irene brought the cup to her mouth. It was supposed to be bitter. Really, really bitter.

Irene, I’m so sorry. I love Red Velvet, I swear.

Everything happened in slow motion. I expected her to spit it out in front of me, maybe even splashing it in my eyes, but instead, she took a small sip, made a bit of an unsatisfied face, and then put it back down, not saying a word.

“Wow, this is really good,” Jennie said, seemingly impressed.

Wait. Did I get really lucky? Did my plan end up working anyways? Is she going to have sex with me now because she loves it?

But even after many seconds passed, she still didn’t pay me any attention. Instead, they continued showing each other their phones, both of them acting like I didn’t exist in the same plane as them.

This is the part where I wish I could say I put my foot down and told Jennie the truth; that I was absolutely crazy for her and that I needed her to live, but again, I’m not the divine author of my life, and whoever came up with this part is definitely a sadist.

Regardless, I refused to go down without a fight, and so I cleared my throat and said, “So how are your drinks?”

“I just said it was really good,” Jennie said, taking another sip.

“It’s delicious, thank you,” Irene said monotonously, finally looking at me with a faint smile.

If looks could kill, I promise you that I would have dropped dead right there. Listen, I know idols are all supposed to be pretty, but seeing Irene in person made me wonder if she was even human. This girl was on another level. Seriously, even goddesses would be jealous of her. Without exaggeration, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so beautiful in my life. Her entire face was a work of art; those seductive red lips, her flawless milky skin, luscious hair, and I swear she had eyes that could pierce stone walls if they wanted to. If I wasn’t so obsessed with Jennie, I would have easily fallen in love with Irene right then and there.

Hyunwoo flailed his arms around from behind the counter to get my attention, and when I finally looked at him, he made a gesture with fingers like that of clicking a camera button.

Screw you and your damn photo, Hyunwoo. I’m trying to make love to Jennie here. My life depends on it.

I continued standing there, not really saying anything, because nothing I said or did was having any impact. Jennie still paid me no attention. It was like we never met each other, let alone—well—you know what happened. The more I repeat it the more frustrated I get.

“Is something wrong?” Irene finally asked.

“O-oh—no. Nothing’s wrong.”

She blinked a few times. “...Then…”

“He probably just wants your autograph, unnie,” Jennie said, still scrolling on her phone. “Oh, this one’s really nice. You’d look so pretty in it.”

No. I want you to ride my face again, for fuck’s sake.

And then it finally hit me.

You know how in those old cartoons, lightbulbs would appear above a character’s head the moment they come up with a brilliant idea? Well, I had a lightbulb moment. It was the perfect plan; a solid, fool-proof scheme that would make Jennie fall for me for sure.

If she doesn’t want me now, then I’ll just make her jealous. And I know just how to do it.

I pulled out a pen and pad from my apron, and held it in front of Irene. She looked at it blankly, and I couldn’t tell if she was confused or not, but after a few seconds, took it without saying anything.

I stared at Jennie carefully to see if she was watching, but still, she didn’t have a single care in the world for my existence.

God damn it, why are you so fucking hot?

Irene signed her autograph silently, and just as she was about to hand it back to me, I blurted it out as confidently as I could.

Because the universe was supposed to be on my side now. Whatever I wanted, I would get. I was blessed with a good luck charm from the age of 10, and nothing could stop me now that I know of my powers. That’s what he said to me. That’s what I paid $100 for.

“Give me your number too,” I said, in the most arrogant tone I possibly could.

I kind of regretted it the moment I said it, but surely Irene was the type to fall for bad boys.

“Sorry?” she said, looking at me with an expressionless face.

“Let’s go out to dinner,” I said, still faking my bravado. “I’ll take you somewhere nice and fancy.”

Jennie finally looked at me, but instead of jealousy, it looked like she was about to burst out laughing.

“Unnie’s not into younger guys, sorry,” Jennie said, taking another sip of her latte. “Or anyone, for that matter.”

“I think you’re really pretty,” I said, ignoring her. “Give me your number and let’s get to know each oth—”

“I’m not interested, sorry,” Irene said coldly, and then placed the pen and paper down.

And just like that, all my hopes and dreams came tumbling down. Where exactly is the good luck charm when you need it?

Come on Daniel, don’t give up yet. Maybe it needs a little kick before it starts working.

“I’m really good with my mouth,” I said, without thinking.

Wait. What the hell did I just say? Fuck it, let’s keep rolling with that.

Jennie looked at me again, making sort of an ‘yeah, I guess’ face.

“Are you really?” Irene asked, turning towards me.

Wait. Did that actually work? Am I going to kill two birds with one stone? If we go back there right now, Jennie would join us for sure. Hell, even if Jennie doesn’t get jealous, Irene can ride my face any day of the week. Every day of the week, if she wants.

“Yeah,” I said, licking my lips. “I have really phenomenal control of my tongue, if you know what I mean.”

“That sounds really impressive. Are you offering to show me your skills?”

Her facial expression changed completely, and her tone of voice suddenly turned so seductive that I actually felt shivers down my spine.

She wants me so bad, wow. Look at her, she’s probably so turned on right now.

“Hell yeah. I’ll do whatever you want me to do with my mouth,” I said, grinning.

“Anything?” she said, biting her lip.

“Anything you want, baby.”

I can’t believe it. This good luck charm is the real deal. This is crazy. And Irene, of all people! Hallelujah!

“Okay,” she said, looking back down at her phone. “Stop talking then.”

“W-what?”

“Make use of your phenomenal control of your tongue and stop talking to me.”

Jennie chuckled. “Unnie, you’re so savage. Hey—I found it! This is the one.”

And just like that, I disappeared right back behind the bar.

I spent the next 30 minutes plotting my next attack, but nothing was coming to mind. There wasn’t anything left to attempt without being instantly shot down by Irene. Hyunwoo tried to get a selfie with them, but was rejected as well.

Did I play my cards wrong? Does Irene not like bad boys after all? Should I go apologize and be nicer this time?

But before I could formulate a plan, the two of them got up and walked out.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I lost my only second chance to get with Jennie, and Irene probably blacklisted me in her head for the next three lifetimes.

So much for good luck.

As I went over to their table to clean up, I noticed that underneath a napkin was a white iPhone. It didn’t have a case, and when I pressed it to wake, there was a selfie of Irene and a guy I couldn’t recognize.

Who is this person? Wait, why does he look kind of familiar?

I took a more careful look, and at the bottom was a caption written in tiny letters:

2/21/12 A Pair of Broken Hearts John & Irene

This picture is from 6 years ago? No wonder she looks so young. But who the hell is John? Her boyfriend? Irene has a boyfriend? Damn, they actually look really good together though. Fuck this guy.

Still, I didn’t want to waste the opportunity. I pulled out my phone and took a picture of her lockscreen. Surely it would come in handy one day.

“Give that here.”

I looked up to see Jennie standing right in front of me with her hand out.

She’s back. I knew it, she wants me.

“Where’s Irene?” I asked, standing on my tippy toes, even though Jennie was like up to my nose at most.

“In the car. She doesn’t want to deal with you again.”

“Who’s John?” I said, holding up the phone.

“Mind your business.”

“Her boyfriend?”

“Give it.”

“I wonder how the internet would react if they knew about this...” I said, smirking.

“You’re blackmailing us?”

“Maybe.”

“What the hell do you want?”

“You.”

“So what? A lot of guys do. Give it back.”

“I’ll trade you for your number.”

She scoffed. “You’re joking.”

“Let’s date.”

“No,” she said in disgust.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to?”

“Let’s go back there again then.”

“No.”

“Fine, I guess Irene’s going to have to deal with a scandal then,” I said, taunting her.

She sighed loudly, and lazily pulled out her phone.

It’s happening. Wow, I’m doing it. My luck finally woke up.

She monotonously read her number out to me and I typed it in carefully, making sure not to make any mistakes.

“There,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Give me unnie’s phone back now.”

“Wait, I’m gonna call you first to make sure you didn’t give me a fake number,” I said, hitting the call button.

Her phone rang, and she showed me the screen with an annoyed face. It was legit.

I smiled like a little kid on Christmas morning, and handed Irene’s phone back to her. Without saying a word, she turned away and left through the door.

God, she’s so hot. Finally, she’s mine.

I’d never felt so accomplished in my life. Thanks to Ha Taegoon, everything I’ve wanted so badly was going to be mine again. Of course, I also had to thank this John person for existing, otherwise I would’ve had no leverage over her. Without him, none of this would be possible.

I wish my story had a happy ending, but it wasn’t until after 10 messages and 3 calls over the next few hours that I realized she had blocked my number right after she left the shop.

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I decided to go back to Ha Taegoon’s tent the next day to demand a refund. There was no way I was going to let it go. Not only did he charge my card without my permission, everything he said was bogus. A lucky charm that an angel disguised as an angry homeless guy gave me? How desperate was I to believe something like that? I essentially paid $100 just so Jennie could play me for a fool again.

It was a little past noon when I made it to the tent with my full complaint written out in my head, but the moment I got to the entrance, he was in the middle of a reading for someone else. His voice was mystic and spooky just like how he spoke to me, and there was a girl’s voice talking back to him.

“Wait! I sense that you’re going to meet your soulmate today,” he said, holding onto her hand—perhaps a little too intimately. “It’s someone whom you’ve never met before, but you’ll know it deep inside your heart the moment you see him.”

“R-Really? Today?” she asked, gasping.

She was sitting with her back against me, but I could see that she had long black hair, and was wearing a red floral dress.

“That’s right,” he continued, closing his eyes. “I see him now...he’s dressed in a white top, and a black—no, blue jeans. He’s wearing jeans.”

“You can see him? Really? My soulmate?”

“Yes...yes...very clearly...he is taller than you...he’s a foreigner…”

She gasped again. “A foreigner?”

“His eyes seem cloudy...he may not know who you are…”

“So he’s not a fan?”

Fans? She has fans?

“No, not a fan...definitely not a fan…” He stopped suddenly and opened his eyes. “One more thing.”

“What? What is it?”

“The passionate energy you have for each other will explode the moment your eyes meet. You will become one immediately.”

“But I’m not that kind of girl,” she said, holding her chest.

“My dear, you mustn’t let this chance slip out your reach. The stars have aligned for you today. You must chase it.”

“Mister, I need to meet this person. Where is he? Where will I find him? You said we will meet today?”

He suddenly let go of her hands in shock, almost screaming. “He’s here! I see him already! He’s outside!”

She turned around and ran outside. Both of our jaws dropped.

It was Joy from Red Velvet.

Her widened eyes as they scanned my body, and she looked like she was gonna pass out. I looked down at myself—I was wearing a white shirt with jeans.

You might think that this is the part where Joy and I followed through with her ridiculous prophecy and made hot steamy love to each other in the back of my car that was parked in a private parking lot behind my coffee shop. Well, I have great news—if that’s really what you thought, then this time, you’re right.

That was exactly what happened.

It was a dark, covered garage, but there was enough light for me to see her beautiful womanly body pressing against mine, and we were making out wildly like our lives depended on it.

“Are you really my soulmate?” she asked, kissing me passionately while sitting on my lap with her thighs wrapped around my legs.

“I really think I might be,” I said, playing along. “What’s your name again?”

“Sooyoung. What about yours?” She tugged on my shirt, pulling it over my head, and then threw it into the front seat behind her.

“Daniel,” I said, breathing heavily.

“Oh, I like that name.” She cupped my face and pulled me close, jamming her tongue in my mouth, kissing me fiercely.

Even though I really liked Irene, Joy was easily my second favorite member of Red Velvet, and if this wasn’t the most unexpected pleasant surprise ever, I don’t know what is. That blessing was truly a gift from above.

“What do you do for a living?” she said, in between her breaths. “I’m a singer.”

“A singer? What kind of singer?” I said, running hands up her smooth thighs, all the way to her perfectly round butt.

“Um...I don’t wanna say…” she said, shyly.

But I slapped her hard, causing a loud smacking sound to fill the car. The feeling of my palm hitting her soft, jiggling ass was just purely euphoric.

“Tell me.”

She let out a loud moan and pulled on my hair, sucking on my lips like an animal. “Ugh, I love bad boys.”

“Yeah? How bad do you like them?

“Really bad.”

“Take this off,” I demanded, lifting her dress up.

She immediately pulled it over her shoulders, revealing a sexy red matching set of bra and panties underneath, covering her absolutely breathtaking voluptuous body.

“You’re so crazy sexy,” I said, caressing her breasts, rubbing my face against her cleavage.

Just the touch of her smooth skin on my fingertips made me shiver in pleasure, and her incredibly soft breasts so good against my nose and lips. She just smelled so delicious that I wanted to breathe in all of her. Her perfume was light and feminine, but what aroused me the most was the natural scent of her body. It was just pleasant in ways I can’t describe.

“Kiss me there,” she cried, her breaths getting heavy and deep.

I didn’t know where ‘there’ was, but I kissed her everywhere—and I meant everywhere. From her fingers to her arms, to her chest, all the way up her neck. She moaned in delight, grinding herself against my bulge underneath her.

“I want you,” she said, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. “Let’s go all the way and become one.”

I pulled it off impatiently, throwing it right on the floor. She lifted her body up just enough to slip off her panties while I hastily took my pants off.

The backseat was tight, and because she was on the taller side, it was difficult for us to move around.

“Get down,” I said, turning her body around, pushing her down onto her knees so that her backside was sticking out just mere inches from my face.

“Wow, you’re so bad,” she said, almost gasping. “I love it so much.”

Her scent lured me in like I was a moth following the light of a lamp, and even if I was flying to my death, I would have died happily. Before she could even properly position her legs, I started kissing her skin fervently, from the arch of her back down to every last inch of her cheeks, all while spreading her juices all over her folds from underneath.

“You’re so sexy,” I said again, rubbing my face all over her ass, kissing it like it was something to be worshipped—which it certainly was.

“Keep kissing me, lick me everywhere, please.”

Not being able to resist any longer, I held onto her hips and pulled her body up even further, heading straight for the prize.

“Oh my god…” she moaned in a high pitched voice as I slurped up all of her juices like a dog on a hot day.

She wasn’t Jennie, but it was more than enough to satisfy my craving. It was a taste unlike any other, like a potion to a disease that I was dying from. The air in the car started getting so warm that it was getting hard to breathe, but I licked and sucked every last drop out of her beautiful hole, shamelessly enjoying her wonderful flavor.

Her cries of pleasure were music to my ears. I fondled her cheeks rather roughly, kneading and squeezing them before me, watching them jiggle back and forth while burying my tongue inside of her tight hole. There was so much to work with that I could have done it all day and night without ever being bored.

“You taste so good,” I said, sucking on her folds.

“Put it in now,” she pleaded, pushing herself even harder against my face. “Please, I can’t take it anymore!”

Some may disagree, but I consider myself a gentleman, so when a girl begs me to do something, there’s no way in hell I would keep her waiting.

I stood up, resting a knee on the seat, and she held onto whatever she could to keep herself steady as I carefully pushed my cock inside her, watching closely as her walls swallowed me whole.

“Oh god,” she cried, arching her back even more.

I began thrusting into her from behind, feeling the warm wetness eating me alive.

“You feel incredible, wow…”

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she said, still trying to adjust her legs. “I’ve never done this before. I never do this, I’m not like this.”

“You’re such a bad girl.”

I held onto her cheeks, squeezing it roughly while pumping her deeply, watching my cock disappear into her slippery hole over and over while she screamed louder than before.

“Keep doing me like that—don’t stop—just like that, ahh…”

“Your pussy feels so good,” I moaned, going even harder.

“Don’t say it like that, you’re so bad, oh god—harder—harder—”

“How else am I supposed to say it? Your pussy is just so nice and tight and wet—”

“That’s so vulgar—ahh! Can’t you say it—ahh—any other way?”

“No it’s not,” I said, leaving hand marks on her ass. “You say it too, tell me how good your pussy feels right now.”

“No way—ow—I’m not like that—”

“Say it.”

“No—never!”

“Say it!” I slapped her again, even harder this time. “Tell me how good you feel!”

“Ahh, it’s good—my pussy feels so good—keep fucking me!”

“Louder!”

“I feel so good! My pussy feels so good, I want more, give me more!”

The air got so hot that we both started sweating, but I continued fucking her harder and faster. The sound of her cheeks clapping against my skin, along with that of our sex juices splashing around almost sent me into a trance. Suddenly all my worries and troubles had gone away. All I could feel was joy.

I noticed that she started slipping off of the seats, so I stopped and sat down, roughly pulling her onto my lap. Without pausing, she immediately sank back into my cock, riding me roughly.

Her face was completely flushed, and her hair was damp with sweat, but she looked at me like I was really her soulmate.

“Are we going to fall in love?” she asked, holding onto my shoulders as she moved her body up and down.

“I hope so,” I said, reaching behind her, grabbing her ass again.

It was like my hands just couldn’t go on without feeling her cheeks. They just felt so damn soft and juicy.

She kissed me hard, and I savored the sweet taste of her lips while she continued riding me. Her warm juices dripped all over my body, and the smell of our lovemaking was trapped inside the car to almost the point of suffocation, but I didn’t care at all.

“Lick my body,” she pleaded, pulling my face onto her plentiful breasts that was now covered with a layer of sweat.

“Oh, you’re such a naughty girl.”

“No, I’m not—”

I kissed her hard, sucking on her skin, and she moaned loudly, riding me even harder. With two fingers, I reached down below and collected her juices, spreading it all over her other hole in a circular motion while gently sucking on her beautiful nipples, sending her into a sexual frenzy.

“You like it when I rub your hole like this, don’t you?”

“You’re so bad,” she cried. “Oh god...you’re really bad…don’t stop...”

With my other hand, I pulled her arm up, licking her armpits roughly, which made her lose her mind.

“You’re delicious,” I said, running my tongue all over her.

“Oh my god, what is this feeling—fuck—fuck—”

“This is the kind of girl you are, huh?”

“No! I’m not!”

“Yes you are, you’re a dirty girl…” I said, slipping a finger right inside the prize.

She arched her back, screaming in ecstasy, and I started pumping her from below as hard as I could while she squeezed my finger so hard I thought it would break.

“Ahh—ahh—ahh!” she screamed wildly, almost losing her voice, just before her body jerked backwards.

I stopped and held her tightly, pulling her close to me while she clinged to me so hard that I thought she was going to rip my skin off. For a while, we stayed just like that, not saying a word.

“I’m from an idol group called Red Velvet,” she finally said, panting hard.

“I know,” I said, almost automatically.

Wait. Fuck.

“How do you know?” she asked, looking at me.

“I-I mean, I’ve heard of that name. But I didn’t know you were in it.”

“Oh,” she said, smiling. “It’s because you’re a foreigner.”

“Yeah,” I said, sighing in relief. “I’m from America.”

“I really think you’re my soulmate.”

“Me too.”

“You made me feel so good,” she said, kissing me softly on the lips. “I’m going to make you feel good now, okay?”

She moved over to the seat next to me and got on her knees, turning her head just enough for her hair to fall over to the other side of her face and immediately stuffed my cock in her mouth.

“Oh...fuck…” I moaned, dropping my head back against the seat.

Her tongue ran up and down my shaft while her soft hands stroked me lovingly. It was so slow and sensual compared to everything I had just felt, and it was driving me crazy.

“Mm...mm…” she moaned while sucking me so passionately that it felt like we were actually lovers.

I closed my eyes. Everything was turning into a blur. The air was so hot that I could barely breathe, and her mouth felt so good around my cock that I wanted to scream.

“Can you come for me?” she asked endearingly, kissing me up and down my length while rubbing the head with her thumbs.

“Yes,” I said, exhaling hard. “I’ll come for you.”

All I could feel was her tongue, her lips, and her mouth working together to send me into a state of complete joy and bliss, and for a moment, I really thought I was going to fall in love. She was so beautiful, kind, and her body was sexier than anything I’d ever seen. To top it off, she was convinced that we were soulmates. Who’s to say that we’re not? If Joy was really the one for me, my luck had truly surpassed any expectation.

She started picking up so much speed and force that I could no longer hold it in, but just as my orgasm began to set itself free, images of Jennie’s devilish smirk conquered my mind. All I could see was her pussy on my face, and even when I finally chased it away, I saw her on her knees in front of me, begging me not to come while she slurped on my cock. Suddenly, all my cravings and desires for Jennie came back in force full, and I instantly erupted inside of Joy’s mouth.

“Mmm…” She moaned quietly, gently sucking every last drop out of me.

I opened my eyes, and Joy smiled lovingly before me, licking me clean just before planting a sweet kiss on the tip of my cock.

“Jennie...” I moaned quietly.

“Huh? Jennie?”

“I-I mean—Joy—no, no—S-Sooyoung!”

Let me save you the pain of hearing what happened next and just say it now that Joy and I never saw each other again.

Could you even call this luck?