16. Rebel Heart (I've Got A Secret Series)
Male OC(s) x Karina, Sakura, Tzuyu, Jennie ft. Sullyoon, Hanni, Eunha, Xiaoting, Jiheon, Arin, Yoona | 23k words | Table of Contents
Chapter tags: drama, angst, bdsm, dubcon, rough sex, group sex, gangbang, anal, dp, aphrodisiac, rimming, brat taming, reverse gangbang
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If there was a Hell, it certainly didn’t wait for death. It had to be this life itself; death was merely the reward for completing this treacherous journey.
The lines between reality and nightmare had long been erased for me, but nothing could have saved me from this—this cruel, twisted game that we’d all been dragged into against our will, tossed away and abandoned by this despicable world that saw us as pawns and objects instead of flesh and fear, as soulless shells and empty vessels instead of warm bodies with beating hearts and hopes and dreams.
And all I could do was beg for it to stop. For everything to end. From the echoes of Sora’s cries still lingering in the room for anyone left with a conscience to hear, to the undeniable trembling of Karina’s fingers that could only be seen by eyes of those still human.
But begging, as I’ve learned, was futile.
Nobody cared. Nobody heard, and nobody saw.
There was no one left.
So even an eternal kingdom of fire would’ve been better than this.
Team 3 x Karina: x2 Jacks x2 Kings (+60) (₩5,430,000,000)
The results hung over the stage like a guillotine blade waiting to drop, and my stomach twisted so hard I thought everything inside me would spill out. I was still on my knees; the ghost of Yujin’s warmth had yet to fully fade from my skin, and the drugs were still pumping violently through my veins, making the edges of my vision vibrate like a broken screen.
Why do they want two Jacks instead of their full table? There has to be a reason—
“Jack,” the handler’s voice interrupted whatever train of thought I had left. “You’re up again. Can you continue?”
Continue? Right now? Like this?
My lungs felt like they were filled with crushed glass, and my head was pounding like a thousand hammers were striking it all at once.
“I...” my voice cracked. I couldn’t even start the sentence, let alone finish it.
“He looks spent,” another voice sneered from the shadows.
A male figure stepped forward boldly—arrogantly—and I didn’t need to look twice to know who it was. The smug Jack. Of course he was assigned. It was like the King of Spades was doing it on purpose.
“I have to admit he fucked that Yujin whore real good earlier,” he said, stretching his arms, as if warming up for a gym session. “But there’s no way he can go again.”
“Call her that again,” I grunted, fingers curling into the carpet, “and I’ll—”
He laughed mockingly. “And you’ll do what? You can’t even move.”
“Jack of Spades,” the handler repeated, impatient now. “Are you capable of performing, or do you need to be replaced?”
My legs trembled, ready to buckle against my will, but the threat of the alternative kept me breathing. “I can do it,” I forced out, pushing myself up. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” he tilted his head, his silver mask reflecting what little light there was backstage. “Because if you are unable to perform, we have a reserve ready.”
Choi Mingyu? No way. If he comes out here—if he gets his hands on Karina—
“No!” I snapped, the word ripping out of my throat to interrupt my own thoughts. “I said I’ll do it!”
The smug Jack chuckled, walking past me to stand by the Dealer. “We’ll see how long this lasts, pretty boy.”
Two more figures emerged from the wings, their masks more discreet than every other VIP’s—less flashy; a matte, dull, lifeless gold. During the break, whispers had floated around the waiting room that the guests from Table Three were Korean politicians, but I couldn’t tell exactly who from just the bottom half of their faces, only that they certainly looked the part, in all the worst ways.
They didn’t look at me, at the Dealer, or even at the audience. Their eyes were locked on the singular figure standing in the center of the stage, like she was the target from beginning to end.
Karina.
She looked unreal, more like a portrait or a masterfully carved statue than a person, the way she stood perfectly still with her hands folded behind her back. The blindfold cut across her face like a stroke of blood and the red collar hugged her throat like a fresh wound, a stark, violent contrast against her pale complexion radiating underneath the spotlight, making her look like a fallen goddess.
“Let us begin, shall we?” the Dealer’s voice slithered through the speakers.
The two Kings moved in a terrifyingly rehearsed unison, as if it wasn’t their first time—on the stage, together, or with Karina.
“Finally,” one of them said, his voice laced with excitement but also something blatantly sinister. “We meet again, High Ace Karina.”
“A High Ace no more,” the other corrected, smacking his teeth. “How pitiful. The shame you must feel facing the crowd like this.”
Without warning, one of them grabbed her arm; the other her hair, yanking her head back—not hard, but enough to show the entire room who was in control. Karina gasped loudly, a sharp, broken sound that echoed through the silent hall.
“Careful, gentlemen…” the Dealer warned from the distance. “As I’m sure you both know, our Karina is quite... fragile. She has a tendency to fold when things become even a little unpleasant.”
“We know,” one of the Kings grunted, running his fingers down her body like he’d been waiting all night, perhaps even longer. “Don’t worry… we’ll be more gentle this year. Just a little.”
Karina didn’t say a word. She just stood there, glaring at them through her blindfold like their presence alone made her sick to her stomach.
“She folded too early last year!” a voice shouted from the audience. “Don’t let her off easy this time!”
More voices joined in.
“Yeah! Make her put on a proper show!”
“This is a giant pot this year, make it worth it!”
The smug Jack strutted over, eyeing her like a vulture waiting for scraps. “I have an idea. Why don’t we just cover her mouth?” he said, pulling a ball gag from the table of equipment. “Prevent her from even saying the safeword. Make sure she can’t fold—”
“Put that away! What the hell’s your problem?” the King snapped. “Are you sick in the head? Besides, they also have hand gestures to fold. The rules say it’s one or the other, and I’d rather tie her cute little hands.”
The Jack furrowed his brows. “Huh… didn’t know there were rules like that.”
“Are you joking? We played two Jacks so you could help control the tempo, given your familiarity with her. And you didn’t even know the rules? Tell me you at least know her limits so you can prevent her from folding.”
The Jack shrugged. “I’ve never fucked this slut before. She’s too elite.”
“What?” they asked, diverting their eyes to me now. “What about you?”
It was like my mouth worked on autopilot. “Go fuck yourselves,” I murmured, steadying my breathing. “Scumbags.”
The two of them scoffed in disbelief and looked into the darkness of the stage. “Hey, House! We need new Jacks—”
The smug Jack put his hands up, interrupting their demand. “Wait. Let me stay. I’ll work with you. We’ll make sure she doesn’t fold,” he said, his voice overly accommodating. “Don’t replace me, I wanna know how her pussy feels. This might be my only chance.”
“This isn’t a charity, Jack. We paid good money for this.”
“I know, I know—but trust me, the other Jacks back there are all done after Yuna fucked them dry earlier,” he said, inching closer, as if trying to gain the trust of a feral animal. “If we’re talking quality, I’m the best you’ve got, really.”
There was some hesitation and murmurs amongst each other, but they eventually nodded.
“Then put that damn thing away and come help,” they said, waving him over.
“Fine,” the Jack muttered, tossing the gag on the floor. “Let’s tie her up.”
“And you too,” one of them pointed at me. “Get over here.”
I didn’t move. I would have rather been shot dead.
“I said come here,” he repeated.
“No,” I snarled, limbs barely holding me up. “I’m not playing your fucked up game.”
There was a rather menacing laugh from the shadows that echoed through the stage, but I couldn’t tell who it was from, nor did I have the capacity to care.
“Why the hell did they send you here then if you’re not going to do anything?” the Jack spat, looking down at me. “Fucking coward. You’re a disgrace to the House of Spades.”
The three of them quickly pulled the crimson ropes from the tables, as if they had practiced a hundred times before the round started. The red cord bit into her shoulders first, looping under her arms and crossing over her chest in intricate patterns that emphasized her breathing without restricting it. Then, they pulled the knots tight at the base of her neck, right beneath her collar, forcing her spine to arch. Finally, they wrenched her wrists upward against her back, securing them into the web they had woven like a cage against her skin.
“So fucking beautiful,” one of them growled, admiring her bound figure. “An actual human goddess... reduced to this.”
“Who do you serve tonight, Karina?” the other said, burying his face into the curve of her neck. He inhaled deeply—a wet, sniffing sound that made me want to vomit.
She flinched slightly, clenching her jaw. “Y-you, Master,” she forced out.
“Oh?” He pulled back, feigning disappointment. “You don’t sound very enthusiastic about it.”
“Did we just pay two and a half billion won for a girl who’s unwilling?” the other sneered, stepping closer.
“No,” Karina gasped, voice shaking. “I want to serve you, Master. I… I can’t wait to make you happy. Please, tell me what you want me to do.”
“We want you to enjoy this,” one of them whispered against her ear, licking her jaw in a slow, dangerous stroke. “Show the audience what it means to be an Ace of Spades, Rina. Wear your collar proudly if you really think you deserve it.”
She swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he purred, guiding her down, forcing her to her knees in front of the other King, who had taken his seat on the black velvet chaise, legs spread wide. “Now open up.”
Karina struggled to keep balance with her arms bound behind her back, but the King gripped her shoulders, aligning her carefully, forcing her lips to navigate the space and her tongue to find the hardened cock before her. Her head then fell over, taking him whole, as if anchoring her entire upper body over his cock.
“That’s it,” the sitting King sighed, tangling his fingers in her hair to pull her deeper. “Just like that, baby. Put that pretty mouth to good use.”
“Damn.” The Jack chuckled to himself as he paced around the three of them, admiring the horrifying view. “I wonder if she’s even half as good at sucking dick as Jang Wonyoung.”
“We don’t give a shit about Jang Wonyoung,” the other King muttered, running his hands all over her body as she continued slurping on the other’s cock. “Karina is the only Ace that matters.”
“Well, you’re missing out then,” the Jack said, leaning against the frame of the chair next to them. “Jang Wonyoung’s mouth is crazy. I thought the rumors were overblown, but that whore is an oral prodigy. But don’t worry, I’ll let you know how this one compares once it’s my turn.”
“You talk a lot for a Jack,” the King on the chaise grunted. “Did you know that?”
He grinned proudly. “So I’ve heard.”
The King who had been standing finally dropped to his knees, his shadow swallowing her small frame as he buried his face against the nape of her neck, dragging a hot, wet trail of open-mouthed kisses down the delicate line of her spine, causing her to shiver. His hands moved possessively, kneading the full, pale flesh of her breasts that the ropes had pushed up to accentuate their shape, squeezing them until her skin flushed underneath.
But he didn’t stop there; he dragged his face lower, past the trembling arch of her lower back, taking a long moment to admire the view.
“God,” he breathed, spreading her cheeks wide with zero hesitation, “what a fucking gorgeous looking pussy.”
Before she could even brace herself, he buried his tongue deep in her hole with a sloppy, animalistic hunger that echoed sickeningly through the silence.
Karina choked around the other King’s length, a small, desperate sound escaping the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she tried to accommodate the girth forcing her jaw open, but without her hands to stabilize herself, her head bobbed helplessly with every thrust, her neck straining like a flower stem about to snap.
“Fuck… it tastes so good,” he groaned ecstatically, his voice muffled against her skin. He pulled back, frustration bleeding into his tone as he ran a thumb roughly over her clit. “Too bad it’s not even a little wet.”
The Jack let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “Sounds like a skill issue to me.”
“Watch your mouth, you little shit,” the King snapped, glaring over Karina’s trembling hip. “You think you can do better? This is Karina. She doesn’t just give it up.”
“So what if it’s Karina?” The Jack smirked, stepping closer with an arrogance that irritated the entire room. “Every bitch gets wet if you actually know how to break her.”
“Prove it, then,” the King spat, abandoning his position behind her. “Show us your tricks. That’s why we brought you.”
He crawled up her body, burying his face in her cleavage, latching onto her exposed nipples with a hunger that resembled a child’s tantrum. The sound of thick, sloppy suction filled the air, mixing with the choked noises escaping Karina’s throat as the first King continued to thrust deeper into her mouth, forcing saliva to spill out down her chin.
The Jack just smirked and knelt between her splayed legs, prying her apart with ease. He didn’t touch her yet—instead, he leaned in close until his nose brushed against the smooth skin of her inner thigh.
“Whoa, she smells really good,” he snickered, breathing her in. “And her body is soft as hell.”
Karina whimpered, her head thrashing as much as the cock in her throat would allow, eyes squeezing shut.
“Honestly, I’ve always wanted to know,” the Jack taunted, his voice a low, annoying purr as he licked the crease between her cheeks, tongue swirling dangerously close to her other hole. “What it feels like to break... Karina.”
Karina gagged, pulling back just enough to free herself for a split second while she gasped for air, her chest heaving against the King’s mouth.
“How... how dare you,” she rasped, her voice trembling but filled with an innate rebelliousness. “You call Aces by their names?”
“Who’s going to stop me?” The Jack grinned, eyes gleaming with malice. “You?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He buried his face between her thighs, tongue driving straight into her tight hole with a ruthlessness that made her entire body quiver.
“Nngh!”
The sound was torn from her throat—a raw, high-pitched cry that shattered her composure, her mouth falling open in a silent scream that followed.
The King nursing on her breasts pulled back with a wet pop. “Wow, look at that,” he said, amused. “The great Karina melts for a dirty Jack’s tongue in her pretty little asshole? It was that easy?”
“Let’s see her face now,” the King grunted, his cock glistening with her saliva under the harsh stage lights.
He reached down, ripping the blindfold away in one rough motion. She blinked rapidly against the harsh spotlight, her pupils blown wide and swimming in a haze of humiliation.
“Look at us,” he taunted, slapping her cheek lightly with his hard length. “Tell us who you belong to tonight.”
“…I belong to you, Master,” she choked out, though her voice cracked in the middle. “I’m—aah!”
The Jack tongued her hole harder, swirling deep inside, then lapping circles around it afterward, forcing her spine to arch involuntarily.
“There—she’s getting wet now,” he declared in triumph, pulling back slightly to admire the evidence.
“You’re more impressive than you look—and sound,” the other King remarked.
The Jack grinned. “I told you it was worth keeping me in. Now, let’s see how her juices taste...”
He dragged his tongue in a long, wet stripe from her ass straight down to her clit, slurping with a disgusting noise that echoed through the room.
“Oh, that’s good.” He shoved two fingers inside her, curling and snapping against her walls while his mouth ravaged her flesh. “It’s not Minju good, but it’s up there. It’s nice and addicting for sure.”
Karina bucked, a muffled scream tearing through her throat, her eyes rolling back as her thighs trembled violently against the Jack’s shoulders as if the pleasure short-circuited her brain.
“You like this, don’t you?” He laughed, smacking her cheeks repeatedly, leaving pink marks behind. “Say it.”
“I like it,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the wet sounds of his tongue.
“Louder!” He continued sucking harder, lapping at her flesh like a dog that hadn’t seen water for days. “Say what you like, you little pervert!”
Drool slipped out of the sides of her lips as she struggled to stay balanced, her hips bucking to every loud, animalistic lick.
“I love having my ass licked,” Karina moaned, the shameful confession leaking out like the wetness below her. “I’m a perverted Ace who really enjoys having this Jack’s tongue in her asshole.”
The audience roared, shouting wild obscenities as the Jack’s fingers worked her relentlessly, forcing her hips to jerk and her cheeks to bounce with every movement.
“Damn, you really are the perfect sex doll, aren’t you?” he chuckled to himself. “No wonder they all love you.”
He pulled back to play with her ass thoroughly, kneading the milky soft flesh and slapping it just hard enough to make it jiggle in front of the crowd, watching with satisfaction as his own spit dripped down towards her now soaking folds.
“You’re just another dirty little slut in the end,” he said, teasing both her holes with his wet fingers. “You’re all the same.”
“Please don’t stop,” she begged, arching her back against the ropes, pushing herself backwards into his touch. “Please… I wanna come while you lick my asshole…”
Her moans grew louder, more desperate, echoing off the walls with a needy, gruesome fervor that caused the King sitting down to grow impatient. He grabbed a handful of her hair, then slammed his cock back into her open mouth, stuffing her full to stifle the sound of her moans.
“Sorry,” he snickered. “As sexy as you sound when you howl like a dog, your mouth is too good.”
The other King stood up, examining the mess the Jack was making between her legs with a visible hunger. “Get out of the way now,” he ordered. “You did your job.”
“Aw, come on,” the Jack laughed, his face slick with her juices. “There’s room to share.”
The King slid himself underneath her hips and forced her thighs wider, dropping his face directly below her now glistening lips, pulling her bodyweight down while the Jack stayed buried between her cheeks.
She squirmed as both of their tongues devoured her holes simultaneously, lapping and slurping with a horrifying ferocity. Her hips and cheeks bounced on their own, each movement increasing in speed, chaining the pleasure until she was squealing like a trapped animal.
“Make her scream,” the Jack grunted. “She’s too quiet. I hate it when they’re quiet.”
“She’s not a screamer,” the King replied, ignoring her exhaustion and shoving himself back into her mouth with a wet slap. “She takes it like a good whore, don’t you, Rina?”
“I can make her scream,” the Jack grinned, eyeing her backside. “Let me fuck her in the ass. That always works.”
“No! She’ll fold. Keep her within her limits.”
The scene blurred into a montage of flushed skin and tangled limbs. They didn’t just use her; they passed her back and forth like a toy, rotating her through positions that felt endless.
But it wasn’t the swapping of juices, the slapping of flesh, or the redness blooming on her body that made my skin crawl—it was how her strangled cries slowly, but surely, dissolved into wet, breathless whimpers of what could only be deciphered as an awakening carnal need.
I watched, because that was all I could do. My stomach twisted into tight, painful knots as two of the Kings hoisted her effortlessly into the air, gripping her thighs like handles, suspending her fragile body like a trophy while the third drove into her from below with a force that shook her entire frame.
“Look at her pretty face,” one grunted. “This is the real Karina. Loving every second of this.”
“Yes, Master…” Karina gasped, her head rolling back, sweat matting her hair to her forehead. “I love it so much. Please keep fucking me like this. Please continue to destroy my perverted pussy that can’t stop coming for you.”
Her legs didn’t kick him away; they hooked around his waist, locking him in for more, while her head fell back with a broken, high-pitched moan that sounded terrifyingly like release.
Then the scene shifted.
She was on her knees, head bobbing helplessly as one of them took her from behind, his hips snapping against her rippling ass while his hands reached around to roughly fondle her breasts, squeezing the pale flesh until her hardened nipples peaked through the slots of his fingers. The other two loomed in front of her, rotating through her mouth. She didn’t even have time to gasp for air before the next one was shoving himself down her throat, and yet, she didn’t pull back. She started leaning forward, her tongue chasing the taste of them desperately, like it was keeping her alive.
“She’s pretty fucking good at this,” the Jack laughed, grabbing her hair to force her deeper onto him. “You’re not too far behind from Wonyoung. No wonder you used to be High Ace.”
Karina pulled back for a split second, a string of saliva connecting her lips to him. “Don’t… ever… call me by my name…” she slurred, her eyes heavy and unfocused. “I’m an Ace… I’m the High Ace of Spades…”
“You’re a cocksleeve,” the Jack corrected, shoving himself back in. “So do your job and make me come.”
And this time, she didn’t argue—she swallowed him whole in a daze of pure, mindless pleasure.
They forced her down onto the Jack’s lap, and she sank onto him with a broken gasp, her hips beginning to grind in a slow, exhausted rhythm. The two Kings wasted no time descending upon her like birds of prey, flanking her on either side, burying their faces into her chest.
“You love it, don’t you?” the King mumbled against her skin, biting down. “Getting your pretty nipples sucked like this. God, you’re delicious.”
“Please…” she sobbed, but her hips were snapping against the Jack, progressively harder and faster. “Keep sucking them. I’ll come. I’ll come again. More, more, more!”
They didn’t let her rest. They hauled her onto the chaise, draping her body over the edge so her head hung over the armrest while a King drove into her with a rhythm that made her entire frame shudder. The second one hovered above, dragging his length between her breasts with bruising force.
She wasn’t drowning anymore; she was drinking from their cups of lust, disappearing under the weight of their desire, her eyes rolling back into a storm of white, completely lost to the pleasure of her own ruin.
The longer it went on, the more it was clear that Karina was breaking, piece by piece, inch by inch, right in front of me.
I knelt there, frozen and useless, paralysis rooting me to the floor, praying for the word “fold” to leave her lips.
But it never came.
The nightmare didn’t end because they were finished with her; it paused because they needed to catch their breath.
“I need a minute,” a King grunted, his chest heaving as sweat dripped down the sides of his face.
He looked at me, his eyes now reduced to black orbs behind the gold mask, as he grabbed Karina by her arms, hauling her up from the floor like a ragdoll, shoving her hard toward me.
My arms wrapped around her trembling frame instinctively as she stumbled and crashed straight into my chest. She felt feverishly hot; her skin was covered with sweat and spit.
“Your turn, hero,” the King sneered, turning his back to grab a glass of water. “You fuck her now. Make yourself useful by keeping her nice and wet for us.”
I looked down at her carefully, afraid that even my gaze would break her. Her head was resting against my shoulder, breaths coming in shallow, broken gasps.
“No,” I whispered, the word barely scraping past my throat. “I won’t.”
A tap from the glass startled me as the handler spoke into his earpiece, “Participate, Jack, or you will be removed.”
I swallowed and gripped Karina’s shoulders, pulling her back just enough to look at her face. Her eyes were swimming, pupils dilating from the pills.
“Karina,” I hissed, my voice merely a desperate thread of sound. “Listen to me.”
She flinched, blinking rapidly. “Karina? Another Jack who—”
“No, it’s not like that—I’m not really a Jack—I know Sora and John,” I whispered, hoping the mics wouldn’t pick it up. “And Wonyoung, too.”
She froze. The haze in her eyes cleared for just a split second.
“I’m Wonyoung’s boyfriend,” I lied—the same lie I’d told a hundred times, but it was the only one that made more sense than the truth. “I came here to help.”
“Wonyoung’s… boyfriend?” She stared at me, brows furrowing with whatever strength they had left. “You’re the Park… Wonbin person? You’re the reason she got in trouble?”
I nodded, guilt twisting in my gut like a knife. “I know you two don’t like each other, but I’m on your side. I want to help you—”
She looked at me like I was insane. “What do you mean we don’t like each other?”
“I—I saw the video where she took your collar. And your title.” I stumbled, confusion washing over me suddenly. “I just assumed you hate her—”
“I love her,” she breathed out, shaking her head weakly. “We’re like sisters.”
Sisters? Wonyoung and Karina?
“Then why—” I started, my voice cracking.
“We’re all playing a role. Just like you are right now.”
In my periphery, I could see the Jack begin to turn back around, looking at the clock.
“Listen to me, Karina,” I choked out, panic rising in my chest. “You have to fold. Please. Just fold.”
“I can’t,” she whispered against my skin. “I can’t just fold for no reason. If the House feels cheated... if the audience feels cheated... I’ll be punished later. It’ll be worse than just enduring this.”
“I can’t do this to you!” I begged, my hands shaking so violently on her bare arms I thought I might bruise her. “Please, Karina. I don’t want to touch you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then don’t hurt me. Just do as you’re told.”
“They want me to have sex with you. I can’t. I can’t do that to you—or to Wonyo—”
“Do it,” she hissed, her voice dropping to a desperate, commanding tone. “Just do it. If you won’t, they will.”
I shook my head frantically, tears blurring my vision until she was just a smear of pale skin and red rope. “I can’t do this to you. Sora and John came to save you, but they failed because of me. This is all happening because of me. I’m the last person who should be—”
“If you want to help me,” she said, pulling me closer until her forehead rested against mine. “Then make me fold yourself.”
“W-what?”
She looked up at me, her eyes tragic and beautiful and full of a terrifying resolve.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Fuck me until I can’t take it anymore. Break me so that they can’t. Give me a proper reason to fold. I’ll fold for you.”
“That’s crazy! I can’t! There has to be another way—”
“Hurry! The drugs are taking over again, I can feel it. Please!”
I stared at her, paralyzed. My heart slammed against my ribs like a trapped bird, the rhythm so violent it made my vision swim. This wasn’t a choice or a favor, it was an execution. I was being asked to destroy her myself out of mercy, as if I hadn’t committed enough sins against her already.
“If you won’t start,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “then I will.”
She dropped to her knees.
“Karina, wait—”
Before I could even protest, her hot, wet mouth had already engulfed me completely.
“Karina, stop!” I gasped, my knees buckling as the sensation hit me like a physical blow.
My own mind was fracturing. Every nerve ending was screaming. The feeling of her tongue—soft, wet, and so incredibly skilled—wasn’t just pleasure; it was an assault. It was like she was trying to suck the soul out of me.
It feels… so good. I have to stop her, but I can’t. My body won’t listen. Why does it have to feel so good? Why is she so good? Is this… really the mark of an Ace of Spades?
My hands hovered over her head, trembling, unsure whether to push her away or pull her closer. But she didn’t stop. She sucked with a desperate, terrifying thirst, her head bobbing furiously like she was trying to force me to cave.
“Why won’t you fuck me?” she mumbled around me, pulling back just enough to look up. Her lips were swollen, chin covered with saliva, eyes swimming in a hypnotic haze. “Am I not good enough for you?”
That’s not it—I just can’t see you that way. You’re Sora’s dongsaeng, Karina. I can’t.
Her fingers rubbed frantic circles around her clit, and her moans became so loud in between her sucks and slurps that they started drowning out the murmurs of the crowd.
“Is Wonyoung that much better than me?” she demanded, her voice rising, cracking into a sob.
I don’t know. I honestly don’t know. Is she? How can anyone be better than this? This… feels like heaven and hell all at once.
“Does she fuck you so good that no one else can ever compare? Is that why you won’t touch me?”
She gagged around me intentionally, deep and wet as her throat convulsed around my length. When she pulled back again, there was genuine anger in her eyes—a flash of fury that had nothing to do with the auction and everything to do with being denied.
“Answer me!” she hissed. “You don’t want to fuck me? Even like this? Even when I’m begging you?”
My mouth finally worked. “K-Karina, please—”
“Look at me!” she screamed, grabbing my hips to pull me closer. “Everyone wants me! Why don’t you? Why are you denying me? I’m Karina! I’m the High Ace of Spades! You should be honored!”
Before I could answer, the Kings grabbed her arms, hauling her away from me like a piece of luggage they were reclaiming. “Come back here, we’re not done with you.”
“She’s finally losing it,” the smug Jack laughed, watching her thrash against them. “What did you do to her? She’s broken now.”
But something had shifted in her eyes. It wasn’t fear anymore. It was like she wasn’t the same person, and it made me question if she was ever afraid to begin with.
Karina screamed, but it wasn’t a plea or a cry for help. It was a raw, almost animalistic sound of frustration that tore through the room, sending chills down my spine as I kneeled hopelessly on the floor.
She broke free from their holds and lunged forward, grabbing my legs, burying her face in my thighs again.
“Fuck me!” she growled, kissing my skin wildly. “I want you to fuck me!”
I looked down at her—at the desperation in her eyes that was quickly turning into resentment. Then I looked at the audience. No one I recognized was there anymore. John, James, Jake—everyone was gone. Only a sea of monsters practically drooling at the edge of their seats.
“I can’t,” I whispered, tears burning my eyes. “I’m sorry, Karina. I can’t.”
The Jack grabbed her ankle, dragging her back. “Pathetic,” he spat, looking at me with pure disgust. “She’s begging you to use her, and you’re refusing. You’re not a Jack. You’re a fraud.”
He turned to Karina, towering over her. “And you. You’re no High Ace. You’re just a used-up toy. Wonyoung deserves to take your place. She’s twice the woman you are.”
Something inside her completely snapped. I saw it happen in slow motion—a hot wave of rage flooded her face, drowning out whatever was left of the girl begging me for help.
She laughed. It was a manic, broken sound that echoed uncomfortably in the silence that followed.
“Is that what they say now?” she snarled, her voice trembling with a dark, venomous amusement. “That she’s twice the woman?”
A terrifying smile spread across her face, not one of submission, but of a predator recognizing its prey—or rather, a prey realizing it was never one at all.
“You’re all pathetic,” she whispered, the sound low and dangerous. “I’m bored of this show.”
She dropped to her knees in front of the Jack, her hands flying to his already hardening length with a speed that made him stumble back in surprise.
“What the hell—”
Before he could even steady himself, she had him in her mouth, taking him deep with a suction so intense his knees buckled instantly.
The Kings stood frozen, shocked by the sudden act of rebellion and shift in power. They didn’t move to stop her; they just watched, stunned, as she worked the Jack with a violent, punishing rhythm. Her head bobbed furiously, her tongue swirling around his tip while her throat massaged him deeper than he had probably ever been taken in his life.
She looked up, spit still trailing from her chin. “You think only Wonyoung can make you come with her mouth?” she taunted, her voice dripping with anger. “Who do you think carried this House before she was drawn? Who do you think you’re talking to when you dare to speak my name so casually?”
“H-hold on, wait—”
She didn’t let him answer—she didn’t care what he had to say. She swallowed him whole again, sucking with such ferocity that he cried out, his legs shaking violently until he spilled into her mouth with a loud groan of defeat.
“Never call an Ace by her name again for as long as you live,” Karina snarled, spitting his cum directly onto his face just before shoving him aside. “Worthless trash.”
Then she spun around, grabbing the nearest King by the shoulders and forcing him down onto the mat. “Now you,” she said calmly.
“Karina, what’s gotten into—”
There wasn’t a single ounce of care left in her to explain. She mounted his face, grinding her dripping pussy against his mouth with a feral energy that forced him to work for every breath. At the same time, she reached up and grabbed the second King, pulling him down until his cock was level with her face.
“Hurry up and come,” she commanded, her voice ragged as she began stroking him firmly. “I’ve got better things to do with the time remaining.”
She took the second King into her mouth while riding the first one’s face, turning the scene into a grand, shocking performance that left the audience with no room to breathe, let alone think.
But she didn’t stop there.
“Get up.” She grabbed the King beneath her by his hair, yanking him upwards. “Fuck me properly,” she ordered, pushing him to his knees.
She kneeled upright, aligning her ass with his cock before impaling herself back onto him.
“J-Jesus,” he muttered, his hands scrambling to grip her waist for balance as her pussy swallowed him whole. “Fuck—you’re crazy!”
Then, she grabbed the second King’s cock, forcing it between her breasts, squeezing them together around his length.
“What the hell’s gotten into you?” he groaned, struggling to keep balance.
“Harder,” Karina commanded the King behind her, arching her back. “You two talked a big game earlier, but this is all you’ve got?”
She alternated between dragging her wet, open mouth down the second King’s shaft, swallowing him whole, and then pulling back to suffocate him with the softness her cleavage.
“Fuck!” the King in front of her cried out as she squeezed her breasts around his length, milking him with a rhythmic, ruthless pressure.
He couldn’t last. He erupted, hot white streams firing across her chest and neck, painting her pale skin with his defeat.
She didn’t flinch or even move; she just watched him come undone, her eyes gleaming with a triumphant satisfaction as he shuddered and went limp in her grasp.
“Pathetic,” she muttered, staring him down as she continued to grind back against the King behind her.
His composure had shattered completely; his hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh like they were the only thing keeping him from falling off the edge of the world.
She leaned her weight back against his chest, reaching up to tangle her fingers in his hair, yanking his head forward with a sharp, commanding force. “Come on,” she hissed against his ear. “Harder. Faster. Deeper.”
He obeyed, his hips snapping forward with a desperate, animalistic speed that made her breasts bounce violently with every impact, forcing the cum covering her chest to splash and drip down her stomach.
“Make me fold, Master,” she taunted, her lips parted as she looked right into his defeated eyes. “I dare you.”
He groaned, a low, weak sound of surrender, and leaned back on his hands, his head falling back as the pressure built to what looked to be an unbearable peak.
She didn’t slow the rhythm; she took control instead—pushing herself back onto him with a grinding motion that caused him to whimper.
“I’m com—”
She popped off his length right as he groaned loudly, leaving him to spill his seed uselessly into the air, before hot, thick spurts splashed messily over the curve of her ass and thighs.
“It was that easy?” she scoffed, repeating their words mockingly.
She stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as the three of them lay panting on the floor.
“Oh my,” the Dealer said, voice blaring over the roar of the crowd. “It would seem that the performance has taken quite the turn this year, folks…”
Karina looked at the clock and finally turned to me, as if ready to collect a prize with whatever time remained. Her chest was heaving, her skin flushed a violent shade of pink, and her eyes were wild—dilated, dangerous, and completely locked onto mine. She crawled over the mat, the red ropes trailing behind her like a leash she had snapped.
She didn’t ask this time. She grabbed the back of my neck and buried her face there, her teeth grazing the skin of my throat.
“Park Wonbin,” she whispered against my pulse, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “I cleared the table for you. Now will you fuck me?”
She sucked hard, intentionally leaving a mark, branding me right below the leather collar for everyone to see.
“Why are you doing this?” I breathed, my entire body practically screaming to have more of her, even though my mind was fighting profusely. “Why do I have to fuck you? It’s already over. You won.”
She pulled back, her hands tangling in my hair, yanking my head back until I was forced to look up at her. “It’s not over until you make me fold,” she said with a smirk.
“What’s the point?” I said, feeling my mouth water against my will as my eyes focused on her swollen red lips. “What’s gotten into you?”
She tilted her head like a predator toying with its food. “I just want you to fuck me, Park Wonbin,” she said with a fake tone of innocence. “We have to play our roles. They’re all watching. Or are you going to disappoint everyone like you disappointed her?”
She sank down onto me without warning.
“F-fuck…” I gasped, my hands gripping her waist instinctively as her heat completely enveloped me.
She was so terrifyingly hot and wet, moving with so much precision that it was like she was curating every sensation around my shaft.
“Is this how she likes it?” she spat, grinding her hips down. “Does Wonnie prefer when you just sit there and make her do all the work?”
“Leave her out of this,” I grunted, clenching my jaw. “If you want to play games, don’t mention her name.”
She rode me with a punishing rhythm, her nails digging into my scalp, twisting the strands. “Are you mad? Are you going to punish me now?”
It was like my hands had a mind of their own. They latched onto her ass, squeezing hard into her cheeks, lifting them as they bounced up and down my length.
“There you go,” she moaned, running her tongue across my ear. “Touch me. You want to, I know you do.”
“Why are you like this, Karina?” I moaned. “We don’t have to do this.”
“Come on, make me fold. You promised you’d help. You came all the way here to help, didn’t you? Or are you secretly enjoying this too much?” She feigned a gasp. “You love how my pussy feels, don’t you? Could it be—my god—you like fucking me more than Wonnie? You like me more—”
Something inside me snapped. The jealousy, the drugs, the sheer audacity of her taunts—it all boiled over into an exploding rage.
“Shut up,” I growled, flipping her off me.
She gasped loudly as her back hit the mat, but before she could react, I was on top of her. I grabbed her ankles and forced her legs up, pinning them back until her knees were beside her shoulders, exposing her completely.
Her pussy was drenched in arousal, practically leaking onto the mat below us, and her nipples were so stiff that it looked like they were screaming to be sucked on.
I drove into her, sliding right back into her slippery hole without any resistance.
“Ah!” Her head slammed back against the cushion, eyes rolling back.
“Wipe that smirk off your face,” I said, thrusting harder into her as we glared at each other, eyes locked between a dense layer of sweat and fury.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her hand drifting down to rub her clit furiously. “You’re so deep, I can feel you all the way inside me.”
“No.” I reached down and snatched her hand away, pinning it above her head. “You don’t get to come. You have to fold.”
“Then make me!” she screamed, bucking her hips to meet me. “Choke me! Slap me! Fuck me to dea—”
My hand found her throat, squeezing just hard enough to silence her and make her eyes flutter. My other hand lightly struck her cheek; the sound was sharp, shocking, but she just whined, her hips snapping faster, desperate for more.
“Fold!” I barked, slapping her again.
“Harder!” she demanded, hitting me back, stinging my cheek. “Stop holding back! Everyone can see you being a fucking coward! Aren’t you embarrassed?! Do it properly, you worthless Jack!”
It was like I was possessed by something that wasn’t human anymore. I flipped her over, pressing her face into the cushion, and grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto me to fuck her flat on the floor with a fast, punishing pace.
“Fold, now!” I yelled, somewhere between a command and a plea.
“No! I don’t want to fold!” she sobbed into the mat, her voice muffled but ecstatic. “Your cock feels so fucking good! Keep fucking me just like this! Fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked Wonnie!”
I slapped her ass—once, twice, three times—leaving bright red handprints on her pale skin, but the harder I tried, the more she screamed in delight.
“Fold!” I commanded, pumping into her violently, forcing loud splashing sounds out of her hole as I pulled one of her knees up to deepen the angle.
She smiled, eyes rolling now. “More! Give me more!”
“You really won’t fold?” I warned, reaching down to wet my thumb with her overflowing juices before circling the entrance of her other hole. “Last chance.”
Her lips parted, eyes widening as she stared straight into my eyes, past wherever the windows to my soul were supposed to be. “Do it,” she dared.
I pulled her cheeks apart and pushed my thumb right into her ass, feeling the warm flesh squeezing me immediately like they were fighting off an intruder.
Her entire body seized.
But I kept fucking her roughly, driving into her as hard as I could while my thumb sank deeper with every thrust until she’d swallowed it whole.
“Oh fu—oh fu—fuck—fuuuuck—I’m coming s-s-so hard—ungh—”
She still didn’t fold—she shattered, clamping down on me in both places, milking me with a violence that tore a roar from my own throat.
I couldn’t hold back. I was drowning in whatever demonic force had cursed the both of us to share this sinful moment together.
“Fold, please—” I begged, just before pulling out at the last second.
My hips jerked uncontrollably as I spilled all over the curve of her ass and the dip of her lower back, collapsing right on top of her, lungs burning, heart hammering like a malfunctioning machine.
We lay there for a moment, a tangle of limbs and heavy breathing, while the audience roared with such intensity that I thought it would break my eardrums.
Then, slowly, she turned her head. She shifted, crawling out from under me, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my drenched forehead.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice broken but mischievously satisfied.
Then she turned to the Dealer.
“I fold,” she announced, right before falling over me.
┈┈・ ✦ ・┈┈
“Ladies and gentlemen… the moment has arrived at long last.”
The first thing I felt was the cold, pressing flat against my cheek, as my eyes slowly opened to the sound of the Dealer’s voice echoing through the stage. My skull was hollow, and my limbs were somewhere far away from me, like they weren’t even a part of my body anymore.
Then came the smell: floral, warm, and mildly sweet against a room that reeked of sweat, sex, and cigars.
The lingering trace of Yujin’s perfume mixed with Karina’s clung to my flesh, branded into my throat, collarbone, and arms, reminding me that the nightmare had been real the entire time.
“We now begin the final round of the Blackjack Auction. The last, yes… but certainly not the least—and for many of you, this may very well be the beginning of the real show.”
I blinked against the overhead lights, my body still catching up on what my ears had just registered.
The last round. It was almost over, but the end never felt so far away.
“Now, for our first-time auctioneers, you may have noticed from the beginning that your decks each came with an ace card,” the Dealer said, moving along the edge of the stage with that annoying, exaggerated stance. “Yes, you guessed right… In the final round, these aces can finally be played.”
My stomach dropped straight through the floor. How many more people were going to be dragged onto this stage before these sick bastards were satisfied?
“My lovely patrons, if you’re thinking that ace cards may be used in the final round to bring back Aces from the previous rounds, then you’d be correct!” The Dealer raised a single finger, his voice dropping into a low warning. “But do keep in mind, you may only summon Aces that belong to the same House as the performer—there will be no cross-mixing tonight!”
Bring them back.
The words landed like a slap to the face. All of them, pulled back under these lights for another round of whatever these masked animals decided they were worth tonight.
“However! It comes with a very hefty price tag.” He stopped and spread his arms wide, basking in the hunger of the crowd like it was sunlight as the audience leaned forward in their seats. “You see, Ace cards cost… exactly half of their own pot during their round. So yes, use them wisely… for they can get quite pricey, even for the most prestigious of guests.”
A low hum of whispers broke out across the tables; some sounded like shock, others entertained and greedy.
Half of their pot, just to pull someone back out here. Just to buy another performance from a body that had already given everything it had.
“Now then,” the Dealer said, his voice laced with both malice and excitement. “Shall we begin?”
The giant screens suspended above the stage flickered, plunging the room into total darkness for a split second before a massive, bleeding crimson heart illuminated the space. The scarlet glow washed over the masked faces in the audience, turning the sea of billionaires into what looked like a gallery of predators covered in blood.
“For the House of Hearts’ final performance, we present the princess herself,” the Dealer announced. “She has reigned over the industry for countless years, her career and track record a force to be reckoned with, stealing the hearts of many. Please welcome the High Ace of Hearts… Sakura of LE SSERAFIM!”
The crowd cheered loudly as Sakura stepped out from the shadows, her movements so delicate that she didn’t seem to disturb even the air around her. Like all the other Aces, she wore nothing but a velvet red collar around her neck and a matching silk blindfold, shadows carefully hugging her waist like a dark corset to exaggerate every dip and curve of her doll-like proportions.
“Welcome back, my dear,” the Dealer purred, stepping to the side as if he were unworthy of sharing her spotlight. “In a mere two years, the House of Hearts has already molded you into a deity. Tell me, what do you plan on showing our patrons tonight?”
Sakura stood perfectly still, her hands gracefully clasped behind her back, tilting her chin up slightly. “I have a special talent that I’d like to show you all,” she said softly. “I also want to remind our wonderful VIPs… that those who love with all their hearts will receive nothing but devotion in return from our House.”
An enthusiastic applause instantly filled the hall. It was surprisingly polite, but underneath the cheers and steady clapping, there was an undeniable excitement of men rushing to grab their cards.
“You heard her! Thirty seconds, my lovely patrons!” the Dealer announced with a loud clap. “Show us your true devotion!”
BIDDING OVER Sakura ♥ [Team 1] 🅹 + 🅹 [Team 3] 10 + 10 + 10 + 10 = 40 [Team 5] 🅹 + 🅹 + 🅹 + 🅹 (Winner!) Total points: 40 + 6 🅹 (₩2,200,000,000)
It clicked instantly to me upon seeing the results. No one was even bothering with normal cards anymore—the entire auction had turned into a strategic standoff of who was hoarding their Jokers for their favorite High Aces. Everything prior to this was just foreplay to these people.
“Team Five has played a perfect hand, with no contenders!” the Dealer shrieked, pointing at the board as the numbers shifted to tally the final cost. “Let’s waste no more time, show us your face cards!”
Team 5 x Sakura: x3 Ace x1 Queen x1 King ((109 + 102 + 175) / 2 + 35) (₩4,480,000,000)
“One King and three Aces! These Hearts simps are so stupid that it hurts!” someone laughed from the front row. “This Hearts round costs almost as much as Karina’s!”
“Finally, we see the infamous Harem of Hearts!”
“Now this is one round you’re better off watching than participating in!”
The Dealer threw his arms wide, silencing the guests. “Team 5 has claimed the High Ace of Hearts! And in their infinite generosity, they have invoked the absolute right to resurrect the entirety of the House of Hearts!”
He paused for effect—letting the anticipation build before leaning into the microphone.
“Let us welcome back our lovely Aces of Hearts… The delicate Sullyoon! The sweet Eunha! The enchanting Hanni! And of course, the one who holds them all in her embrace… the one and only Queen of Hearts, Yoona!”
From Table Five, only one man stepped forward, just as the screen had promised. He walked up the stairs slowly, carefully unbuttoning his suit jacket as if approaching an altar, before stopping just short of the chair set in the center of the stage.
“It is an absolute honor, Sakura-ssi,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle as he bowed his head to the goddess before him. “I’m such a big fan. I’ve admired you for so many years.”
Sakura reached back and untied her blindfold, letting the silk drop to the floor. She paused to admire the view, her gaze slowly dragging over his sharp suit before a gentle smile bloomed on her face.
“Your Majesty,” she replied softly, pressing her palms flat against his chest to guide him backward until he sank helplessly into the chair. “The honor is entirely mine.”
“You’re so gorgeous,” he breathed, not even blinking once. “You’re just so perfect—”
She captured his tongue without hesitation. It wasn’t a forced kiss, but it was deep and sensual, clearly a reward for his devotion.
They moved together so seamlessly that it looked like a movie scene, right up until she finally pulled away, leaving a glossy shine of saliva across his lips under the stage lights.
“You’re a good kisser,” she said shyly. “I got lucky tonight.”
With a soft exhale, she dropped to her knees, dragging his hands down with her and resting them on her shoulders.
“I want to kiss you here too,” she whispered, keeping her eyes locked with his, as if they were tethered to one another. “Can I?”
“Of course,” he said, heaving from anticipation. “Anything you want.”
“Make sure you serve a King who cherishes us properly, Sakura-ssi,” a velvety voice purred from the dark.
Sakura bit her bottom lip playfully. “Yes, sunbae-nim,” she said, turning her head.
Yoona stepped into the light, her red dress flowing around her ankles while a golden crown gleamed brightly atop her head. She knelt right beside Sakura on the floor, and with practiced, feminine grace, unzipped the man’s trousers, freeing his already throbbing length.
He gasped, eyes darting between the two of them. “I-I thought Queens weren’t part of the show—”
Yoona’s smile alone was enough to silence him.
“Queens can do whatever they want,” she said, simply.
“Thank you, my Queen…” the man whispered, his chest heaving with a mix of lust and profound respect. “I adore all of you…”
Yoona just looked across his lap, catching Sakura’s eyes as they shared a soft, almost telepathic smile—a quiet, mutual understanding of exactly what they were about to do to him before they both leaned in.
“Nice and slow,” she murmured, leaning in to run her tongue slowly up one side of his shaft while Sakura mirrored her on the other. “Just like we always practiced.”
Their heads bobbed in perfect unison as they shared him completely, moving with care, their tongues swirling around the head and shaft, trading saliva and soft, muffled moans. Every few seconds, Sakura would pull back just enough to press a gentle kiss to Yoona’s lips right over him, sharing his taste before diving back in.
The King let his head fall back against the velvet chair, a long, shaky sigh escaping his throat. His fingers tangled lovingly in their hair, gently stroking it instead of pushing them down.
“You’re both so good…” he whispered, his voice overwhelmed with emotion. “This must be what heaven feels like…”
“Only for you, Your Majesty,” Sakura answered, looking up at him with large, adoring eyes as she gently squeezed the base. “We’re yours tonight. All of us.”
Somewhere from the darkness then came Sullyoon, crawling up from behind the velvet chair. Her skin practically glowed under the lights, appearing as pristine and vibrant as a fairy stepping out of a dream. Her hair fell in perfect, silky waves over her shoulders, and her lips held a flawless, rosy tint that completely masked the exhaustion of the night.
The King tilted his head back to look at her, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “You look radiant, Sullyoon-ssi,” he murmured, a genuine sense of awe in his tone. “It’s as if your earlier round never even happened.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty. I had a lot of time to rest.” Sullyoon smiled sweetly as she presented a single blue pill between her fingertips. “Would you like to extend your pleasure with us?”
He parted his lips without hesitation, allowing her to place it directly onto his tongue with hers.
“I saw there were other colors earlier on another stage,” he said, and swallowed it dry as she delicately traced his jawline with her finger. “Why only the blue one?”
Yoona briefly pulled off his shaft. “The House of Hearts only uses pleasure pills, Your Majesty,” she explained smoothly. “We have no need to artificially manufacture stamina or lust here.”
“It’s the only pill you need,” Sullyoon said with a soft giggle. “Even kisses will feel good. Let me show you.”
The King let out a soft, appreciative exhale as she leaned further over the backrest, her breasts pressing flush against his neck as she tilted his chin up, crashing her mouth against his to swallow his eager groans. Their tongues tangled messily as saliva pooled between their lips.
Beneath them, Sakura and Yoona continued their worship, the wet slurps and suction of their mouths perfectly complementing the sloppy sounds of the kiss above.
The stage seemed to soften around them as Hanni and Eunha gracefully made their way across the floor, moving like royal handmaidens, their bare skin catching the warm light as they came to kneel gently on either side of his velvet chair.
“Master,” Hanni said, her voice light and melodic as they looked up at him with bright, adoring eyes. “Can we kiss you too?”
He breathed softly, breaking his kiss with Sullyoon just long enough to reach out and lovingly cup their cheeks. But as his hand found Eunha’s face, his thumb gently stroked her cheekbone, a sympathetic frown forming on his lips.
“Are you alright, my sweet Eunha?” he whispered, his tone dropping into a cradle of genuine concern. “Those girls were so incredibly cruel to you earlier. You didn’t deserve any of that.”
Eunha melted into his palm, a fragile, beautiful smile blooming on her face. “I’m perfectly fine now, Your Majesty,” she hummed, turning her head just enough to press a warm, grateful kiss against his palm. “You’re so sweet for asking.”
Both girls then leaned in delicately to unbutton his shirt, pressing soft, loving kisses against his chest. Their warm tongues darted out, swirling gently around his nipples with a teasing rhythm as he let his head fall back against Sullyoon’s breasts, completely melting into their tender care.
“Sakura-ssi,” Yoona suggested softly, pulling her tongue off the base of his length. “Why don’t you show him your special skill now?”
Sakura smiled affectionately, gazing up at the King through her eyelashes. “Not a lot of people know about this, Your Majesty,” she whispered, her tone playful and sweet. “Let’s keep it our secret, okay?”
Leaning in, she opened her mouth and swallowed his entire length in one smooth, flawless glide. She buried her face into his lap, her throat flexing as she took him incredibly deep, maintaining a wet, steady rhythm without a single gag. The King gasped, his hips instinctively bucking upward as he felt the tight, warm squeeze of her throat massaging him.
“My god… that’s incredible,” he breathed in awe, his fingers gently caressing her hair as he melted into the velvet chair.
After a few more devastatingly deep plunges, she slowly pulled back with a soft pop, leaving him completely coated in her saliva.
“I’ve been practicing something else lately, too,” she murmured, resting her chin delicately on his thigh. “Is it okay if show you?”
It was like he was completely captivated by her eyes and could only offer a weak, ecstatic nod.
Sakura smiled naughtily and nodded at Hanni and Eunha, who instantly dropped from his chest to gently grab his ankles. With careful elegance, they pulled his legs wide open and hoisted them up over the velvet armrests.
They seamlessly took over his length, burying their faces into his lap to lovingly suck his shaft and head with eager enthusiasm while Sakura ducked lower beneath them. She delicately cupped his balls, pulling them into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the skin before trailing her warm kisses further down.
“O-oh, wow…” he whimpered.
She pushed her face right between his thighs, her tongue diving beautifully into the crease, licking him with an eager, unapologetic passion that made him arch his entire spine off the cushion.
“God—wow—you—”
He let out a breathless groan, tilting his neck up to capture Sullyoon’s soft tits, as if to silence himself. She smiled as he sucked eagerly on her nipple, pulling out a sweet, melodic sigh from her mouth while Hanni and Eunha worked together in absolute harmony, their lips sliding up and down his shaft. Beneath them, Sakura’s tongue continued to push deep, exploring his lower body with an intimate, eager rhythm, making his toes curl into the velvet fabric of the chaise.
“Wait. Please… stop for a moment…”
He gently nudged Sullyoon back just enough to catch his breath, looking down at the tangled, gorgeous arrangement of stunning women worshipping him.
“Let me return the favor,” he breathed, his eyes locked onto Sakura with total adoration. “Please. I want to taste you.”
“Of course, your Majesty,” she replied obediently.
Sakura simply smiled as she pulled back, but before she could move, the King reached down and lifted her directly into his arms in one single motion as if she was weightless. He held her closely, pressing a deep, passionate kiss against her lips, letting out a soft, grateful hum before he gently laid her down onto the dark mat.
Her chest heaved softly, her bare legs spreading wide to expose her glistening entrance to the blinding lights. The King immediately dropped to the floor between her thighs and buried his face entirely in her wetness, groaning into her as he tasted her nectar.
“You’re so perfect, Sakura-ssi,” he murmured against her folds, eagerly slurping as he licked her with the same devotion she had just given him.
But he wasn’t alone.
“Let’s all worship Kkura-sunbaenim today,” Sullyoon whispered softly with a sweet smile. “She looks so pretty like this.”
She gracefully crawled over to Sakura’s sprawling body, with Hanni and Eunha immediately following right behind her. The three of them descended upon her like a gentle wave of love. They kissed her neck, tenderly sucked on her breasts, and ran their hands all over her trembling thighs. Serving their High Ace right alongside the King, their tongues traced the soft skin of her flawless body, mixing their sweet, lovely moans into a single, overwhelming chorus.
The edges of the room melted away again as the drugs pulsed through my veins. Time lost its meaning, the stage blurring into a continuous loop of gleaming skin and pink lips.
When my eyes managed to focus, the King was flat on the mat, entirely surrendered to them. Sakura had shifted her position, maneuvering herself directly over his face. He eagerly lifted his neck to lap at her wetness, slurping with the same hunger as before. On either side of her, Hanni and Eunha crawled in close, their tongues darting out to lick and suck at Sakura’s nipples, pulling soft, airy moans from her throat. Down below, Sullyoon positioned herself between his sprawling legs, taking his entire length deep into her mouth, bobbing her head in a steady, rhythmic worship.
The scene shifted like water changing containers, a fluid, graceful rotation that almost seemed habitual: Sakura, Eunha, and Hanni kneeling between his thighs, two of them dragging their tongues up and down the sides of his shaft while the third licked his balls, pausing only to crash their lips together in a sloppy, tangling three-way kiss as their saliva dripped onto his skin for Sullyoon to then devour along with his cock.
The next time I blinked, the King was standing up, his chest heaving as Sakura dropped to her knees, taking him entirely down her throat with absolutely zero effort. Behind him, Sullyoon knelt with her face between his cheeks, swirling her tongue into him while her melodic moans vibrated into his skin. Above, Eunha pressed her soft body flush against his front, capturing his mouth in a deep, dripping kiss with Hanni kneeling at his side, lapping at his nipples.
Eventually, his legs gave out, and he collapsed flat onto his back against the padded mat. But the girls didn’t let him rest; they took turns climbing over his hips, riding him with intoxicating grace. As Sakura bounced on his lap, leaning back and gasping at the ceiling, Sullyoon straddled his face, spreading her juices over his face and smearing them across his chin. Meanwhile, Eunha and Hanni stole their lips, all four of them worshipping each other just as much as they worshipped him.
The scene changed again. The King laid Sakura on her back, driving into her splashing pussy with slow, passionate thrusts. At his head, Sullyoon and Hanni leaned in to trap his mouth in that same signature three-way kiss, while Eunha positioned herself directly over Sakura’s face, grinding her hips back and forth.
I blinked again, and when my vision cleared, the King had pulled Sakura onto her hands and knees. He thrust into her from behind, the red collar a stark contrast against her flushed, sweat-drenched neck while she arched her spine upward, turning to secure his lips in a messy, eager kiss. Just below them on the dark mat, Sullyoon and Eunha were beautifully tangled together, their legs draped over one another’s shoulders as they buried their faces deeply between each other’s thighs. Beside their tangled bodies, Hanni crawled beneath Sakura’s arched frame, tilting her head up to lovingly latch onto her breasts, pulling and sucking at the soft nipples.
They shifted again and again, their voices melting together into a beautiful, overwhelming song of breathy sobs and cries of pure ecstasy. Sakura crawled forward, burying her face between Sullyoon’s thighs as the King relentlessly pounded into her from behind, every heavy slap of his hips met with a desperate, melodic harmony of moans. Behind him, Eunha parted his cheeks, burying her tongue into his hole with every thrust of his hips, her own muffled squeals of pleasure syncing perfectly with the chaotic rhythm of the stage.
“God—I’m going to—” he cried, his voice tearing raw against the heavy air.
Sakura instantly pulled away from Sullyoon and spun around, dropping to her knees to take him entirely down her throat just as his hips locked.
My skull pounded violently. The borrowed time I had was nearing its end.
The last thing my fading vision registered was Sakura pulling away, thick white liquid dripping from her swollen lips, before passing the load into Sullyoon’s waiting mouth. Hanni and Eunha immediately swarmed them, desperately swapping the cum between the four of them, their voices and giggles overlapping in a chaotic, needy chorus.
“Your Majesty, can you fuck us too?”
“Please, I want to come, too.”
“Me too, pretty please?”
┈┈・ ✦ ・┈┈
“Our next High Ace is a true veteran of the Auction, a diamond that shines brighter than the sun itself,” the Dealer announced, pacing the edge of the spotlight. “A precious gem cut under pressure, honed by years of service. Her discipline is absolute. Her loyalty, unwavering. Her value, beyond dispute. This will be her fifth Blackjack Auction, and believe me when I say—she has only grown more brilliant with time.”
The crowd’s murmurs turned into a low, hungry roar as a tall, breathtaking figure stepped into the light. Tzuyu walked with a cold, untouchable elegance, her red collar catching the harsh beams like shattered glass scattered across her throat.
“Please welcome the High Ace of Diamonds—Tzuyu of Twice!”
The room erupted in a way it never had for the House of Diamonds before, a wave of cheers washing over the stage like a spotlight of sound.
“My dear,” the Dealer purred, stopping beside her and tilting the microphone toward her lips. “Your reputation is a force to be reckoned with in these halls. Your talents remain unchallenged after all these years. Tell me, what do you intend to carve into the memories of our esteemed guests tonight?”
Tzuyu answered without hesitation, her voice smooth and devoid of warmth. “For years, the House of Diamonds has served as the standard that others only hope to mirror,” she answered confidently. “True power stems from accepting that, ultimately, you possess nothing beyond your own desires. Many have tried and failed to relinquish their stubborn pride. Surrender to us, and be rewarded. Submit entirely, and we will serve you until you forget your very name.”
“You heard her, folks!” the Dealer roared, throwing his arms wide as the bidding screen lit up. “Who here dares submit to the House of Diamonds?!”
BIDDING OVER Tzuyu ♦ Results: [Team 5] 🅹 + 🅹 (Tied) [Team 6] 🅹 + 🅹 (Tied) Total points: 4 🅹 (₩1,200,000,000)
“A dead tie!” the Dealer laughed, spinning on his heels. “Which means, by our sacred laws, we immediately enter… Sudden Death!”
The audience roared, a mix of furious greed and primal excitement as the screens flashed again, loading the next set of bids in real-time.
Sudden Death: [Team 5] 10 + 9 + 10 + 7 = 36 pts [Team 6] 9 + 9 + 8 + 10 = 36 pts Sudden Death points: 72 (₩720,000,000)
“Another tie!” a woman shrieked from one of the elevated booths. “They’re matching each other card for card!”
“Thirty-six points each! We haven’t seen a bloodbath like this in years!” the Dealer howled, clutching his microphone as the crowd descended into absolute chaos. VIPs were leaning over their tables, shouting obscenities and placing side bets on who would break first. “But the Auction demands a single victor! We enter Sudden Death Round Two! Show us your hands!”
The hall held its collective breath as the massive screens zeroed in on the final two active tables. At Table Five, the silence was deafening. The guests sat frozen, staring at their hands.
Right next to them, Table Six watched the screen with predatory satisfaction. There was no celebration; they all just smirked as they slid their last card into the slot.
Sudden Death 2: [Team 5] OUT OF CARDS [Team 6] 2 + 4 + 2 + 2 = 10 pts Sudden Death points: 10 (₩100,000,000) Final points: 202 (₩202,000,000)
“And there you have it!” the Dealer shouted, his voice echoing over the thunderous applause and bitter groans of the defeated. “Team Six secures the magnificent High Ace of Diamonds! A historic victory built on absolute ruthlessness! Show us your face cards!”
Team 6 x Tzuyu: x3 Ace x4 King ((78+104+80)/2) +80) (₩4,130,000,000)
“Well, would you look at that,” he snickered, his voice dropping to a diabolical register. “Let us welcome back… the entire House of Diamonds.”
The girls stepped into the spotlight together, moving with a terrifyingly confident grace. Arin and Jiheon fell perfectly into step on either side of Tzuyu, with Xiaoting completing the tight formation right behind them. The four of them stood tall, accompanying their High Ace like a squad of royal guards, their respective diamond collars catching the harsh stage lights.
Then the four Kings from Table Twelve dragged themselves up the steps. The contrast was jarring. They were older, some rather thick around the middle, their expensive suits stretched over sloppy posture. They reeked of dark liquor and entitlement even from where I was. There was no polite bow, no formal greeting.
“Look at this,” the first King sneered, adjusting his mask. “All this money, and they just stand there like statues. You’d think they’d be begging on their knees to suck us off already.”
Xiaoting’s jaw tightened. She took a half-step forward, her chin tilting up in defiance. “Watch your tone. The House of Diamonds never begs.”
He let out a wet, ugly laugh. “You don’t beg? We just dropped three billion won on this table. You’re nothing but high-priced whores wearing shiny jewelry.”
Arin moved to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Xiaoting. “You bought thirty minutes of our time on stage,” she corrected. “Try to remember you are in a high-class establishment, assuming you even know what class means.”
The third King took an aggressive step forward. “Oh shut up, sweetheart. We paid for your mouth, but not to hear you speak.”
Jiheon let out a sharp, mocking scoff from Xiaoting’s other side. “Then you should have stayed at whatever shady back-alley club you crawled out of. You clearly came to the wrong place.”
The second King scoffed, stepping right in front of her. “Is that right? But we own you for the next thirty minutes, so I think you’ll do exactly what we tell you to do.” He reached out, his thick fingers grabbing her chin roughly.
Jiheon didn’t flinch, but her eyes narrowed with a cold, piercing look of disgust.
Tzuyu stepped between them, smoothly batting the King’s hand away from Jiheon’s face. She didn’t look angry—in fact, she looked utterly, terrifyingly calm.
“Kneel,” she ordered, simply.
The King stared at her, blinking in sheer disbelief before a booming laugh erupted from his chest. “Excuse me? Are you talking to me, you dumb bitch?”
“I said, kneel,” Tzuyu repeated, not raising her voice by a single decibel. “You are standing on our stage. You will show us respect.”
“I think you’ve got this backwards,” the third King said, stepping forward, trying to intimidate her with his height, even though he was barely taller. “You’re the one wearing the collar. You kneel.”
“Diamonds don’t kneel to cheap replicas,” a voice echoed from the back of the stage. “Not now, not ever.”
The Queen of Diamonds hadn’t moved from her throne, but her voice commanded the entire room. It was icy, carrying a heavy, threatening weight that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
The first King turned toward the darkness, a nasty smirk spreading beneath his mask. “Are you sure about that, Your Highness? Because we paid a fortune for this round. And we want it to go exactly as we requested.” He turned to the audience, throwing his arms out as if addressing a coliseum. “We want everyone to dominate the High Ace tonight! We want her treated like the filthy slut she is! We want the other three Aces to use her, just to show the world what true power looks like!”
The room erupted. Men howled and cheered from the darkness, slamming their hands on the tables, feeding into their insane demands.
“Absolutely not,” the Queen replied, her voice snapping like a whip. “You do not get to treat any of my girls like a common whore. You will follow our rules, or the round is over before it begins.”
“Is that so?” the second King challenged, crossing his arms. He looked past the stage, directly toward the throne hidden in the shadows. “Hey, King of Diamonds! Are you going to let your Queen ruin the show we paid for? Is this what your House stands for? Defiance? Mistreatment of your guests? We are the Kings tonight!”
The entire ballroom held its breath, waiting for his reponse.
After a moment, a deep, distorted voice finally crackled through the curtains, “Let’s see how it plays out.”
The Queen surged to her feet, the heavy scrape of her heels against the stage floor cut through the dead silence.
“No. I will not allow this.”
“They paid for the table, my Queen,” the King’s voice droned back, casually dismissing her authority in front of thousands of spectators. “Our House honors its highest bids.”
“Not this one.” She marched down the steps, her steps clicking like gunshots. “If you allow these pathetic, unwashed pigs to lay a single hand on my Aces, I will toss this crown into the fire.”
My chest tightened until it physically hurt. The air in the room suddenly felt impossibly heavy, suffocating me. Like the entire room was standing on a landmine.
The four Kings at the front just smirked, feeding off the chaos. “Look at her,” the first King mocked, adjusting his belt. “Thinking she actually has a say in what we bought.”
Before the Queen could retaliate, Tzuyu moved.
She stepped perfectly into the center of the spotlight; her gorgeous silhouette blocked the harsh glare, casting her in a flawless, untouchable light. Even surrounded by wolves, she looked completely at peace.
“My Queen,” she said serenely. “It’ll be okay.”
The Queen stopped, her shoulders visibly tense, rising and falling under the expensive red fabric of her gown. “Chou Tzuyu, step down. I will not let them—”
“You taught us what is to be a diamond,” Tzuyu interrupted, her tone still soft but absolute. “From the very first day they fastened that pink collar around my neck, it was you who shaped me. It was you who built the women standing here today.”
She reached up, her long fingers brushing the heavy jewels of her collar. “You taught us that Diamonds are never afraid. That we are resilient. That we don’t break under pressure. That we are forged by it.”
Tzuyu slowly turned her head back to the four men panting at the edge of the stage. Her expression was somehow completely empty—an insanely beautiful, but absolutely terrifying void.
“I know men exactly like you,” she said, her voice so cold it could freeze the air in the room. “You buy your way through life and think your riches make you gods. You think money equals power. But you don’t fit into this world at all. You just rent space in it.”
“Sunbaenim, please don’t do this,” Jiheon pleaded from behind her. “Don’t let them break you.”
“Let them try,” Tzuyu stated perfectly, her voice echoing through the silent ballroom. “There’s not enough money in this world to make us shatter.”
The Dealer finally stepped out from the shadows, a thin, amused smile playing on his lips. “My my my,” he murmured, offering her a slow, solitary clap. “Truly—I’m moved. High Aces are all just rebels at heart, aren’t they? Folks, this will be one hell of a performance, that’s for sure.”
“I accept their request,” Tzuyu said firmly, turning to face him.
The audience ate it up. Someone screamed her name like it was a bet. Someone else shouted something obscene, and the people around them howled, slapping the table hard enough to rattle glasses.
“You heard her folks, let the performance… begin!”
Behind the curtain line where the light couldn’t reach, something heavy hit the floor—a sound like gold against hardwood, an unmistakable clink followed by the sound of something rolling until it faded into nothingness.
“Your speech was both insulting and touching at the same time,” the first King said, grabbing Tzuyu by the shoulders and violently shoving her to the padded mat. “On your hands and knees. Now.”
Tzuyu hit the floor hard, but she caught herself, pushing up into a steady position on all fours. Her face remained perfectly composed, but the sudden submission sent a shockwave of sick excitement through the men.
The Kings laughed like they’d just won something.
“Look at her,” the second King taunted, already undoing his belt. “The famous Rim Queen. We saw your earlier rounds, you Diamonds are so proud of making everyone else fall apart. Let’s see how you handle it when it’s your turn.”
He stepped in close behind her, his hands clamping onto her hips. Tzuyu’s fingers curled against the mat, but she didn’t pull away.
“This is what you want, isn’t it, High Ace?” he sneered, leaning down, his mask almost brushing her ear. “You said it yourself. Let them try.”
“That’s right, I agreed to the round,” Tzuyu said, her voice still hauntingly steady. “Not because you own me. Because Diamonds don’t run.”
“But do they fold?” one of them asked, causing the others to erupt in a chorus of mocking whistles.
The Kings moved in, circling her—one at her side, one near her shoulders, one hovering at her hip—as if they were cornering her even though she wasn’t actually trying to escape. Their hands landed all over her body, gripping just a little too tight, like they were trying to test her limits.
“Listen to her,” one of them laughed, fingers brushing her thighs. “Our brave little Diamond. Moaning like a good girl for her audience.”
“I’m not moaning,” she muttered, though her breath was hitching now.
“So tough,” he mocked, dragging his palm slowly up the back of her leg before smacking her outer thigh. The sound cracked through the room; a bright pink imprint immediately bloomed on her skin. “But you secretly love this, don’t you? The whole room watching you on all fours, showing a side of you no one’s ever seen before.”
He continued spanking her, and Tzuyu’s back arched, her shoulders rolling as the sensations hit one by one. A sound finally left her; a breathy, undeniable moan that caused the crowd to react instantly. A wave of feral noise crashed over the stage—cheers, whistles, disgusting chants I couldn’t even pick apart.
“Show your hoobaes who you really are,” the King growled, spreading her legs apart to admire the view.
Without warning, he buried his face directly into her cheeks. Tzuyu gasped, her spine snapping into a sharp curve as his tongue dove deep into her. The other three Kings swarmed her, grabbing her hips and thighs to hold her in place as they took turns taking vicious, sloppy laps at her hole.
“What’s this? You’re howling,” they taunted between wet slurps, hands cracking against her other thigh. “You love it, don’t you? You love getting eaten out like a dog.”
Tzuyu didn’t respond with words. Instead, another loud, broken moan escaped her lips, echoing through the speakers like a confession of her body’s betrayal.
“Get the others over here,” the first King barked. “We paid for them, too.”
Arin and Xiaoting crept forward like they were walking through a dream, their eyes glazed and heavy, their movements fluid but detached from reality. Their cheeks were flushed a deep, bruised pink, and as they stood over the sight of Tzuyu, their thighs pressed together in a restless, unconscious rhythm.
But as Jiheon tried to follow, two other Kings intercepted her, catching her by the wrists.
“Not you,” one of them sneered, his gaze crawling over her with a bitter hunger that made my stomach turn. “We want you all to ourselves, brat. You deserve to be punished for what you did to our Europrean friends earlier.”
They pulled her toward the other side of the stage, leaving Arin and Xiaoting alone in front of Tzuyu’s exposed, trembling body displayed on all fours.
“Use these on her,” a King commanded, his voice dripping with a sick glee as he dropped two silicone vibrating dildos onto the mat. “Make her take every inch.”
Arin’s fingers trembled as she reached down to wrap her hand around the toy. “There’s no way we can do this to her,” she murmured. “She’s our sunbae.”
“Do it,” Tzuyu whispered from the floor, her eyes glassy, empty, but perfectly confident. “Diamonds don’t shatter, Arin-ah.”
The hesitation didn’t break all at once; it melted slowly, like glass under a flame. Arin stared down at the thick silicone in her small hand buzzing loudly as she flipped the switch. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths.
“Diamonds don’t shatter,” she repeated to herself, swallowing hard.
Her eyes darted from the toy to Tzuyu’s exposed, glistening folds, and a dark flush crept up her neck. It was as if the sheer taboo of it, the unthinkable act of degrading her own High Ace, seemed to seep into her bloodstream like a drug—or worse, a curse: the curse of being in the House of Diamonds. The lust for power, no matter who it was over.
“Sunbaenim… Did you know… your pussy is so pretty…” Arin whispered, stepping closer, her thighs practically glued together.
She aligned the blunt tip against Tzuyu’s entrance, her lips parting as she watched the silicone slide past the wet folds. “I’ve… always wanted to play with it.”
Tzuyu’s back arched, a soft, strangled sound catching in her throat as Arin pushed deeper. “It’s so big…”
“It’s not that big, you’re just really tight…” Arin’s grip tightened; a dark, intoxicating curiosity flooded her face, quickly replaced by a heavy, undeniable lust. She began to pump the toy, her movements finding a slow, merciless rhythm.
“You’re already so wet,” she murmured, rubbing her own clit with her other hand. “You’re swallowing the toy whole.”
“A-Arin—not so fast,” Tzuyu moaned, lowering her head.
“You control it then, sunbae…” Arin suddenly pulled Tzuyu’s body upright, forcing her to ride the thick, plastic shaft while the Kings watched in sick fascination.
“The Queen left us,” Xiaoting said, dropping to her knees. The cold perfection she usually carried was completely gone, replaced by a feverish hunger. “Only you can teach us now. Show us how to ride a cock, sunbae, just like the old days.”
She hovered over Tzuyu’s trembling body for just a second, her breath brushing over her bare skin, then buried her face right between her jiggling cheeks. Tzuyu was already slowly bouncing on the thick dildo, her knees spread wide as she pushed herself down on it with loud, messy slaps.
“Look at you taking the whole thing like a pro,” Arin teased, leaning in closer. “Tell Pink to use her tongue, sunbae.”
“Xiaoting-ah, please...” Tzuyu whined, her thighs shaking as she forced the toy deeper into her dripping pussy. “L-lick me.”
Xiaoting didn’t answer; her tongue darted out, swirling against Tzuyu’s other hole with a wet, careful slurp that made her shriek, her back arching hard enough to completely throw off her rhythm.
“Keep going,” Xiaoting mumbled against her flesh, letting out a muffled moan of her own right before pressing the other vibrator directly over her clit.
Tzuyu choked on a sharp gasp, her hips stuttering as the vibration sent what seemed like pure shock through her body. “Oh my god, wait—both at once is too much—”
“Don’t stop riding it,” Arin ordered, a dirty smile crossing her face as she watched the mess unfold. “Keep bouncing. Show us what a good little slut you are, sunbae.”
“Listen to her,” Xiaoting agreed, her lips wet with Tzuyu’s taste. “Take it all, sunbae. We want to learn from you.”
Xiaoting’s hands gripped Tzuyu’s hips tightly, locking her in place so she couldn’t squirm away from the intense buzzing. She pulled Tzuyu’s ass deeper into her mouth as if she were starving for the taste of her submission, relentlessly eating her out while Tzuyu sobbed, hopelessly grinding her soaked pussy against the dildo to follow their commands.
A King stepped directly in front of Tzuyu’s face, his hardened cock twitching with excitement. She didn’t even wait for an order—she opened wide, her lips stretching to engulf his thick cock, sucking him with a submissive need. The stage lights caught the violent shimmer of the diamonds around their necks as her own Aces thoroughly dismantled her dignity.
Off to the side, Jiheon was getting absolutely dominated, but for some reason, she appeared to be loving every second of it. The two Kings had flipped her completely upside down, one of them shoved his cock entirely down her throat while she dangled by her ankles, and the other hammered his shaft deep into her soaking pussy. But instead of fighting it, she was practically vibrating—her eyes were wide, taking in the harsh treatment like the sheer humiliation was unlocking some sick, submissive side of her she never knew existed.
Even while gagging around a thick dick, her gaze kept darting over to the other girls. She watched Tzuyu sobbing and bouncing on the dildo while Xiaoting pleasured her, and the sight of it seemed to make Jiheon’s own juices pour down the King’s cock, like she was getting off just from watching her High Ace get used.
“You’re so fucking tight,” one of the Kings said, delighted. “What an incredible pussy.”
“You’re not even good at sex,” she taunted, a dark smile invading her lips. “Just hurry up and come so I can join the real show.”
“What the fuck did you say?” he growled, grabbing her throat.
She just laughed, eyes slightly rolling. “I said you’re terrible at fucking,” she repeated, despite him picking up the speed. “Even Arin unnie fucks me better with a strap-on than this.”
The Kings dragged her up to her feet, twisting her arms behind her back to lock her in place. One of them fucked her relentlessly from behind, his hands grabbing her hips to pull her into every brutal thrust, while the other grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth open to spear her throat with zero mercy.
When he finally pulled out of her mouth so she could breathe, Jiheon let out a loud, wet gasp. Drool hung from her swollen lips, but she immediately nodded toward the other stage.
“Just let me go over there,” she whimpered, her legs shaking as the King behind her kept pounding her bare ass. “I want them to use me, too. Please, let me join them.”
The King holding her arms scoffed. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him.
“You’re not going anywhere, slut,” he growled, slapping his wet cock lightly against her cheek. “We’re nowhere near done with you yet. Open your fucking whore mouth.”
Tzuyu completely embraced the degradation, transforming into a hyper-submissive mess before my very eyes. She crawled over to the first King, eagerly sucking his bare toes, worshipping his feet before moving up to part his cheeks with her own hands.
“Let me demonstrate my famous talent on you,” she pleaded, licking him submissively, her tongue swirling deep in his hole while another King grabbed her hips and pounded her from behind.
Once again, the drugs in my system made the timeline blur, chopping the performance into visceral, overlapping scenes of absolutely sinful debauchery, where it quickly became unclear which side was in control.
In one blink, a King was flat on his back with his legs hoisted into the air with Tzuyu between his legs, her tongue diving deep into his ass while Arin eagerly sucked his cock. Above, Xiaoting squatted directly over his face, grinding her dripping wetness into his mouth.
“Lick me properly, King,” Xiaoting commanded breathlessly. “Taste every last drop. This is what you paid for.”
“F-fuck—” he cried, voice muffled and thighs trembling from the overloaded pleasure. “This feels too damn good!”
The lights flashed, and the formation shifted. Tzuyu bounced wildly on his lap, taking his full length while desperately stuffing two other cocks into her mouth. Right above her, Xiaoting rode his face, leaning forward to make out with Arin.
“Look at her choking,” one of the men laughed, grabbing Tzuyu by her neck, holding her in place. “She’s good with her mouth, but not her throat, I guess.”
In the next fractured second, my brain caught Jiheon getting tossed between her two Kings like a human doll. One of them had her by the hips, relentlessly pounding her from behind while the other grabbed her hair, aggressively shoving his dick in and out of her mouth. She wasn’t even trying to keep up anymore. She was completely losing her mind, her eyes rolled all the way back into her head with her tongue hanging out in a sloppy, drooling mess. She laughed like an absolute maniac around the thick cock, looking like a broken, brainless toy getting off on being entirely used up.
“You dumb slut,” the King behind her growled, the harsh smacks of his hips syncing with her muffled, delirious giggles. “Is everything a joke to you?”
“You’re so pathetic,” she squealed. “I don’t know why I’m coming so much for such a fucking loser though—aghh!”
Then, the stage rearranged again. A King was fucking Xiaoting hard from behind, her small body jerking forward as she sucked another cock on the opposite end. Tzuyu and Arin swarmed the one fucking her, making out with him while plunging their wet fingers into his ass.
“Deeper,” Arin ordered, her voice completely slurred with lust as she guided Tzuyu’s hand. “Fuck his tight little hole with your fingers, sunbae.”
My head spun as another King sat like a tyrant in the plush velvet chair. Tzuyu and Xiaoting were on their knees, sharing his thick cock, their mouths slurping together.
“Suck it together, you greedy sluts,” he groaned, his hands shoving their heads down.
Right behind Tzuyu, someone was eagerly slurping her backside while Arin straddled another man’s face a few feet away. Jiheon was now part of the main show, leaning over the back of the plush chair, making out with the seated King from above, completely helpless as a fourth King aggressively fingered her spot.
“Fuck, you’re making such a mess,” he laughed, burying his fingers deeper into her dripping cunt until her juices gushed out and splattered onto the floor.
The flashes of skin and sweat just kept coming. A King stood tall in the center of the stage. Arin captured his lips in a filthy kiss, Tzuyu bobbed her head on his shaft, Xiaoting sloppily licked his balls, and Jiheon crouched behind his legs to bury her face between his thighs.
“Sunbaenim, with respect, I think you could use some dick-sucking pointers from Jiheon,” Arin suggested against the King’s lips. “And maybe you can teach her how to properly do whatever the hell she thinks that is.”
As soon as he moaned in pleasure, Arin and Xiaoting pulled away to immediately apply the exact same treatment to another standing King.
“You and I are a better duo, aren’t we?” Xiaoting purred, her chin covered in spit.
“I’d say so,” Arin said, smirking. “Open up, Your Majesty.”
The final image burned into my retinas before the scene dissolved. Jiheon sat backward on a King’s face, completely smothering him under her jiggling ass.
“Come on, fuckface,” Jiheon taunted, grinding her hips down hard over his nose. “If you can’t fuck me properly, at least make out with both of my holes to compensate.”
Arin and Xiaoting surrounded her, violently making out with each other while getting fucked from behind by two other men.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you’re getting fucked like this,” Arin moaned directly into Xiaoting’s mouth as their wet lips crashed together. “Take it all like a good girl. Make our House proud, Pink.”
And right in the middle of the mess, Tzuyu rode the face-smothered King’s cock in a chaotic rhythm, bouncing to the sloppy rhythm of the entire stage. “My god, it’s so deep!” she shrieked, her thighs slapping wildly against his pelvis. “I’ve never had a dick this big before, I’m gonna co—”
The drugs hammered my brain, splicing the final moments into a frantic, dizzying montage of absolute surrender from both sides. The hesitation was entirely gone. Every single one of them was addicted to the power, the degradation, and the animalistic pace of the Kings.
The stage and the power shifted back and forth, over and over. All four Aces were lined up on their knees in perfect symmetry, each one deeply swallowing a thick cock as their heads bobbed in unison, their eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy, completely lost to the sensation of being utterly filled.
“Look at this,” one of the Kings growled, his hands tangled in Jiheon’s hair to hold her steady as she sucked him. “Everyone thinks the House of Diamonds is so classy and elegant. But underneath all that expensive jewelry, you’re really just a bunch of repressed cocksluts, aren’t you? You all just needed to be broken in properly and the truth comes out.”
A sharp whistle echoed from the audience, and the Kings roughly yanked them around. They slammed all four Aces onto their hands and knees, lining up their exposed asses in a row, driving into them from behind in an aggressive, synchronized pace. The wet, slapping sounds of skin colliding echoed through the night, pulling loud, breathy moans from the girls as they arched their backs to take it deeper.
“Fuck, you’re all so nice and tight,” another King panted, his hips snapping forward to bury himself in Tzuyu’s cunt. “Beg for it. Tell everyone what you actually are.”
“We’re your sluts, Your Majesty—” Xiaoting sobbed, face planted into her arms. “We’re no different from common cheap whores.”
Without pausing, the Kings grabbed their hips and forcefully pulled them backward. The four Aces seamlessly transitioned into riding them from above, bouncing wildly on the thick shafts, their rainbow assortment of diamond collars glinting under the harsh lights as they threw their heads back, completely surrendering to the brutal pace.
“I wonder what your Queen would say if she could see you right now,” a King laughed, grabbing Arin’s waist to force her down harder. “Would she be proud of how hard you’re bouncing on my dick? Taking it like a cheap street hooker?”
“She would be so ashamed of us,” Arin cried, her tits bouncing in sync with the other girls’. “I’m so sorry, Your Majesty, we’re all embarrassments to the House of Diamonds.”
The formation dissolved one last time. They were flipped onto their backs, their long slender legs hooked over the broad shoulders of the Kings. The men pounded into them mercilessly as the girls were pressed shoulder-to-shoulder on the mat. In the middle of being completely destroyed, Tzuyu reached out, grabbing Xiaoting’s jaw to pull her into a desperate, messy kiss, and beside them, Arin and Jiheon tangled their tongues together, sharing their moans while the men relentlessly filled them.
“There you go,” a King commanded Jiheon, driving his cock deep into her soaking pussy. “Taste how much of a whore your sisters are.”
The scenes blurred into chaotic, isolated flashes. I caught a glimpse of Tzuyu riding a King hard in cowgirl, her mouth completely occupied by another thick cock. Across the stage, Xiaoting was pinned against an invisible wall of flesh, getting absolutely ravaged by two Kings while standing on her tiptoes. Nearby, Jiheon lay flat on the mat, her legs spread wide for a King plunging into her tight hole, while Arin squatted directly over her mouth, aggressively grinding her dripping cunt against Jiheon’s lips.
The roaring of the crowd reached a deafening pitch. One by one, the men yanked out of the girls’ drenched, sloppy, overused holes. They stood over the trembling, exhausted Aces, their hands working furiously over their shafts.
“Open up!” they commanded.
Thick, hot spurts of cum splattered across Tzuyu’s cheeks, coated Xiaoting’s lips, and painted Jiheon and Arin’s chests. The men emptied themselves entirely, leaving the girls completely covered in their disgusting lust.
The girls crawled toward each other like magnetic puzzle pieces. With the crowd screaming above them, Tzuyu, Xiaoting, Jiheon, and Arin collapsed together, eagerly licking the hot loads smeared across each other’s lips, cheeks, and chests. High-pitched, euphoric moans spilled from their lips, echoing through the massive ballroom as they swapped the thick, sticky mess from mouth to mouth, their tongues tangling wildly in aggressive, breathless kisses as they clambered over one another’s bare bodies. Loud, wet slaps of flesh and ragged gasps filled the air as they continued grinding their soaking folds together to extend their own pleasure, desperately chasing the high right there under the spotlight. They were entirely lost to the chaos, thrashing against each other until all four of them were covered in the exact same, undeniable proof of their betrayal and submission.
The House of Diamonds had fallen. And they had loved every single second of it.
┈┈・ ✦ ・┈┈
“Although we are but one round from the finale, the night is far from over!” the Dealer’s voice vibrated through the speakers, dragging me back from the edge of unconsciousness just enough to register his words. “We have witnessed the absolute devotion of the House of Hearts! We have witnessed the terrifying display of power in the House of Diamonds! But now, it is time to shift our focus to a different kind of perfection.”
The giant screens above flickered, and the bleeding red diamond dissolved into a stark black club.
“Our next High Ace is famous even within these halls,” the Dealer announced. “Her history in this Society is as legendary as they get. You see, before she became the undisputed face of the House of Clubs, she belonged to a different throne entirely.”
The crowd began to murmur, a low, buzzing anticipation that vibrated against the floorboards as my cheek pressed flat against the padded mat below me.
“That’s right! She was once the prized possession of the House of Spades,” the Dealer continued, drawing out the suspense. “The High Ace who reigned supreme, long before our lovely Karina ever wore the black collar. But in an unprecedented, historic trade, her position was forfeited for the beloved Jang Wonyoung herself!”
The applause that followed was deafening—a chaotic, hungry roar that rattled the bones in my chest.
“A true icon! A goddess of pleasure! Ladies and gentlemen! For the eighth consecutive year, please welcome the one and only High Ace of Clubs… Jennie of BLACKPINK!”
I forced my eyes open, just a fraction. Through the hazy, shifting lights, a slender silhouette stepped into the harsh white spotlight. She moved with a rather charming arrogance, seemingly unfazed by the animalistic frenzy she had just incited. Even through the fog drowning my brain, I could feel the suffocating weight of the lust in the room fixated entirely on her.
The Dealer stood silently for a moment, letting the weight of Jennie’s presence settle over the room. She didn’t even twitch; she just stood there with the black velvet collar snugly wrapped around her neck, breathing steadily and evenly as the wolves began to descend on her.
Finally, the Dealer raised a hand, his voice dropping into that low, thrilling whisper. “My dear, you are the last performance before our grand finale tonight. The audience is absolutely rabid for you. Do you have any words before we begin?”
Jennie tilted her chin up just a fraction. A small, chilling smirk pulled at the corner of her lips. “I don’t need to say anything. They already know what they’re paying for. I’ve proven it year after year that I am the entire package and more.”
The crowd lost its collective mind. Men slammed their fists against the tables, howling, while women chanted her name like a prayer.
“Then let the bidding begin!” the Dealer roared, his voice distorting in my ears like it was being played through a broken speaker. “Thirty seconds to claim the undisputed Goddess of Pleasure!”
BIDDING OVER Jennie ♣ Results: [Team 1] 10 + 9 + 10 + 9 = 38 [Team 4] 🅹 + 🅹 +🅹 + 🅹 (Winner!) [Team 7] 🅹 + 🅹 [Team 8] 🅹 + 🅹 Total points: 38 + 8 🅹 (₩2,780,000,000)
“It’s decided!” the Dealer shrieked, the sound piercing through my splitting headache. “Table Four claims the High Ace of Clubs! Tell me, gentlemen, how will you build your court? Will you summon the rest of her House as well?”
“Wait,” Jennie cut in, her voice smooth and authoritative.
“Yes, my dear?”
Her chin tilted toward the darkness where Team 4 sat. “Don’t play any aces,” she ordered. “My girls have been through enough tonight. Let them rest.”
Discourse rippled through the audience, but Jennie simply smirked at the impending chaos.
“Besides,” she purred, tracing a slow finger down her own collarbone. “This is my stage. I don’t share the spotlight with anyone. You emptied your wallets for me, so I expect all of your eyes strictly on me and me only.”
The men at Table Four immediately barked like actual dogs, practically foaming at the mouth in agreement.
“No Aces!” one of them shouted over the noise. “Just Kings and Jacks! All for Goddess Jennie!”
The giant screen flashed above, calculating the final math.
Team 4 x Jennie: x4 Jack x2 King (+120) (₩3,580,000,000)
My eyelids fluttered as the stage fast-forwarded and transformed like a glitched video. They didn’t waste any time—six men, two Kings in tailored suits and four naked, tall, muscular American Jacks, surrounded Jennie, immediately boxing her in.
“You really wanted all of us to yourself, didn’t you?” a younger Korean-American King murmured, his hands immediately finding her tits.
“I remember you,” Jennie whispered back, her blindfolded face tilting up to capture his lips in a deep, controlling kiss. “Don’t disappoint me this year.”
While their tongues tangled, a Jack stepped up behind her. “Goddamn, baby, you are as gorgeous as ever,” he muttered, his large hands trailing down her small waist to grab a handful of her ass. “It’s been too damn long.”
She let out a soft sigh as he squeezed her flesh possessively. “You missed me, didn’t you?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.
“I miss your tasty pussy,” he corrected, giving her cheeks a loud smack. “But you? Well, I’m still debating that one.”
She smirked just before her lips parted again. “Asshole.”
“Oh yeah—I definitely missed your tight little asshole, too.”
He let one hand slide down the curve of her back and slipped right between her thighs. Jennie gasped into the King’s mouth as the Jack drove two thick fingers into her.
“Look at you,” the Jack laughed quietly, pumping in and out of her with a familiar, practiced rhythm that instantly made her knees wobble. “Already so wet. You love being surrounded by all these big dicks, huh?”
“Just like old times.” Another Jack moved in next to her, running his tongue along her ear. “We know exactly how you like it, Jennie.” He reached down to join the first Jack, pressing his thumb firmly against her clit while the other kept playing with her wet folds. “Hard, fast, and rough. Isn’t that right?”
Jennie let out an airy moan, arching her back directly into his chest. “Fuck... right there,” she chirped, practically handing herself over to the men who clearly knew her body inside and out.
“Come on, babe, let’s get you ready for a proper fucking now.”
They swarmed her entirely after that. The King broke the kiss only to suck on her tits, biting down just hard enough to make her whine. Another King dropped to his knees, burying his face directly over her crotch, his tongue swirling greedily against her small clit.
“God, you even taste like a whore,” he snickered, smacking his lips. “You dirty little slut.”
Her hands didn’t stay still; she reached out blindly, her fingers wrapping around the throbbing lengths beside her, stroking them firmly and carefully like they were trophies.
“I’m your favorite little slut,” she panted. “Now give me all your cocks. They’re all mine.”
“Come on, let’s get her up,” the tallest Jack commanded.
They grabbed her by the thighs, hoisting her entirely off the mat, and Jennie let out a loud gasp as she was suspended in the air.
“Open up for us, baby,” one of them purred, stepping right between her dangling legs.
He buried his face into her soaked entrance, lapping fervently at her dripping juices.
“Oh, fuck—yes, right there, just like that—” she moaned, her head falling back. “Fuck—I forgot how good you are.”
Another Jack stepped right behind her elevated body, his tongue diving in to lick her other hole with a sloppy enthusiasm.
“Fuck,” she gasped as they devoured her from both sides, their loud slurping echoing through the massive hall. “Keep going—don’t stop—”
They didn’t stop. If anything, they just dug in harder. She threw her head back, her thighs thrashing uncontrollably while they dove into her holes, soaking her with spit and devouring her so relentlessly she was borderline sobbing.
“Turn her over,” someone ordered. “Let’s see what her mouth can do nowadays.”
They flipped her completely upside down, draping her legs securely over their broad shoulders.
“Remind us, Jennie,” a Jack demanded, guiding his cock past her lips. “Word on the street is that the new High Spades is better at sucking dick than you.”
“Jang Wonyoung? She fucking wishes. I’ll believe it when I see it with my own eyes,” Jennie snarled, then took him in effortlessly, sucking him deep while hanging upside down.
Her blindfold slipped right off her face as her loud moans vibrated against his shaft. His lips crashed onto her clit, while the man behind her continued to bury his tongue between her cheeks.
My vision swam, the harsh white lights dragging into long, dizzying streaks as the men shifted her again. They passed her around like a ball, flipping her right-side up into the waiting arms of another King. He caught her waist and immediately dove into her qrenched cunt. Jennie adjusted flawlessly to the new position as if she was thoroughly familiar with it, leaning her upper body forward to swirl her tongue thoroughly around the large balls of the one holding her up.
Before I could even process what was happening, the Jack holding her fell flat onto his back, dragging her down on top of him so she was straddling his face upside down with her thighs locked around his head.
Jennie let out a loud, muffled whine, her mouth hovering right over his giant length as he went straight back to devouring her pussy.
“Don’t just look at it,” another Jack barked, stepping in close so his cock brushed against her cheek. “Open up.”
Her lips were wrapped around the bottom Jack’s head, but the other didn’t wait his turn—he simply shoved his own cock in right next to it, forcing her to let the first one slide out, just enough to drag her wet lips over the other, constantly swapping her mouth back and forth between them.
Beneath her, the bottom Jack reached up and spread her cheeks wide open, putting her on full display under the harsh lights for everyone to see.
“Look at this perfect little thing,” he mumbled, his voice vibrating right against her soaking folds and puckering asshole. “God, it’s so fucking cute. You’d never guess it could take such a pounding.”
A third guy stepped up behind her without saying a word, poured a bottle of lube over her ass. He immediately used two fingers to massage the dripping liquid in, pushing deep inside her tight hole while she whined around the large cocks.
Within seconds, everything was a blur of hands working her over; fingers slid deep into her ass right as more pushed up into her pussy, stretching her out completely. A loud, desperate whine escaped through her nose, her head bobbing relentlessly over the two cocks while they aggressively worked both of her holes from below.
“Good girl. Now get on your knees.”
They finally set her down. Jennie knelt on the mat, breathing heavily, eyes barely functional as three men crowded her face. She opened her mouth and took one cock deep down her throat, while her hands reached out to grab the other two.
“More… I want more cocks…” She moved in a continuous, mesmerizing circle, sucking one while stroking the others, rotating her attention so fluidly that no one was left waiting for her touch.
A King dropped onto his back beneath her. “Sit on me, baby,” he commanded, lifting her leg over his body. “Let me taste that nasty pussy of yours.”
She hovered over his face and chin without a word, grinding her overflowing wetness all over his skin, smearing her juices across his jaw while she kept her head bobbing on the cocks in front of her.
The men groaned in a chaotic chorus, fully intoxicated by her rhythm, clearly using her for their own pleasure—but somehow, it seemed like she was the one being rewarded.
“Now down on the floor,” a Jack commanded, grabbing her shoulders to pull her flat onto her back.
They swarmed her small body, effectively trapping her in a cage of muscle and sweat. One of them immediately shoved his face back between her thighs, while two more pressed their shafts against her lips. She opened wide, continuously sucking them with wet, greedy slurps, and the remaining men held her tightly, their hands kneading her small breasts, squeezing her thighs, leaving absolutely no part of her untouched.
“Look at how she takes it,” a Jack snickered. “You’re so fucking tiny, but you swallow us all.”
“Mine,” Jennie hummed around the cocks in her mouth, her face now slick with a collection of all their pre-cum, and her back arching eagerly into their possessive grips. “You’re all mine. You all belong to me.”
The edges of the room melted away again for a moment, and when my eyes refocused, they had hauled her back up onto her hands and knees. A King knelt behind her, burying his face into her ass, his tongue diving deep while she diligently sucked the Jacks standing in front of her. The sound of wet skin, heavy breathing, and shared saliva somehow overpowered all the hollers and cheers from the crowd.
Suddenly, one of the Kings stepped up behind her and gripped her hips with a crushing force, pulling her flush against his thighs.
“I can’t wait anymore,” he growled, lining himself up with her dripping slit. “I need to be inside you right fucking now.”
Without another warning, he thrust his hips forward, slamming himself completely inside her as Jennie threw her head back from the impact.
“Mmph!” she squealed.
He didn’t hold back. His hips snapped against her ass with loud, wet slaps. She moaned loudly, but the sound was quickly swallowed as a Jack shoved his thick cock directly into her mouth.
“Didn’t you say you wanted more dicks?” he taunted, shoving it all the way into her throat as she looked up at him with glossy eyes.
They took turns filling her up thoroughly. At some point, one of them grabbed her by the hips and yanked her backward, forcing her to straddle his lap. She rode him ruthlessly, bouncing hard on his length while her tongue kept furiously working the endless supply of cocks before her.
“Are you sure we belong to you?” the King beneath her ordered, his large hand wrapping firmly around her throat. “Or do you belong to us?”
He lifted her slightly by the neck, choking off her moans as he drove his hips upward, pounding deep into her pussy from below.
“I’m yours,” she whimpered, her juices splashing everywhere with every thrust. “I was wrong. I belong to you all. I was born to take your cocks.”
They laughed collectively. “Wow, it’s really true what they all say. Once a Spade, always a Spade?”
Two Jacks suddenly yanked her body upward, lifting her into their arms with her legs pinned to her shoulders, leaving her folds fully exposed and visibly dripping.
“Come on Jennie, say it proudly so everyone in the audience can hear,” one said, driving his fingers violently inside her, hooking upward to grind rough and hard against her spot.
“I’m just an overpriced sextoy,” she cried out to the men surrounding her, breaking apart while her hips desperately chased his rough fingers. “I’m simply a hole for you. All of you. Please use me well.”
“You have three of them,” a Jack corrected her, his voice cutting through the laughter. “And we intend to use every single one.”
“Yes, Master.” Her eyes rolled back until there was only a storm of white. “Use any and every hole to your liking.”
His fingers worked harder and faster, until she let out a wild, high-pitched noise as a stream started gushing out of her, drenching his hand while she thrashed against his grip.
“God, what a filthy bitch,” he laughed, shaking the liquid off himself. “I forgot she’s a squirter.”
Her body was still trembling when the King pulled her right on top of his lap, forcing her to straddle him. She sank down onto his cock, filling her drenched pussy to the base again, but her backside was completely exposed and totally defenseless as she rode him—which was exactly what the Jack was waiting for.
He walked right up behind her, and before she could even brace herself, he shoved his thick cock straight inside with little to no resistance. Jennie’s eyes widened, her spine snapping backward as her walls opened and wrapped tightly around his shaft. A collection of lust juices dripped down her thighs as the two of them started fucking her at the exact same time, pounding into her with an unsynchronized, messy rhythm that made her entire frame shake.
“Oh my god…” she cried, her voice as broken as her mind. “You’re filling me up… your humongous cocks… stretching my ass and my pussy out at the same time… I’m gonna break—”
“You’re already broken, whore,” a third Jack interrupted, walking right up to her face. He grabbed her by the chin and buried his hard cock straight over her tongue.
Her wild moans instantly turned into choked, sloppy sucking sounds. He just stood there using her throat, silencing her while the King and the other Jack continued stretching her holes together; the loud smacking of their hips hitting her thighs echoed through the room, perfectly matching the wet noises of her gagging on his cock.
When my eyes dragged themselves open again, the formation had mutated. They had flipped her onto her back; the King and Jack now ravaging her from below, lifting her slender legs over their broad shoulders as they hammered into both of her holes at the same time. Even fully stuffed, Jennie reached up to her own neck, wrapping her fingers around her throat as she choked herself.
“I’m such a bad girl…” she muttered, saliva leaking from her mouth as they all pumped mercilessly. “Bad girls deserve to be punished…”
The cock in her ass finally pulled out, and the King grabbed her waist and hoisted her into the air, using his own body as the only thing keeping her anchored. Two Jacks grabbed hers arms, pulling them wide, holding her suspended and helpless while a third fucked her in mid-air, his upward thrusts violently shaking her small frame while she moaned loudly for the entire room to hear.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god—” she cried, eyes rolling back as another hot rush spilled out like a geyser, trailing down his stomach and thighs as she let out a strangled scream, squirting helplessly while they held her wide open.
By the time I could focus again, they had thrown her back down onto the padded mat and pulled her hips high into the air, presenting her soaked, gaping holes to the audience. A Jack stood over her and drove straight down into her pussy with brutal force while one of the Kings straddled her head, lowering his balls and shaft directly over her mouth, riding her face while she slurped and gagged on him eagerly.
The stage lights flickered, leaving long, red afterimages burning behind my eyelids as the chaos shifted once again.
A Jack grabbed Jennie by the waist, flipping her roughly onto her stomach. The black velvet collar bit into her pale neck as she was shoved face-first onto the soft mat. Another King immediately dropped his knees directly in front of her, forcing his backside right over her lips. She didn’t hesitate, her tongue swirled out to eagerly lick him to the rhythm of the wet, slapping thrusts against her back.
“You love it, don’t you, you dirty little slut,” the Jack behind her sneered, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a bright red mark before plunging back in.
“I love it…” she whimpered, slurping and sucking the puckered hole. “I love it so much… I can’t get enough…”
My head swam, the drugs fighting to fully pull me under. Time passed and paused like the world around me was as broken as my own body. Their moans started sounding distorted, like a scratched record.
“I’m gonna come soon,” a Jack holding her jaw groaned loudly, his hands tangling ruthlessly into her hair. “Open up, bitch.”
“Give it to me,” she begged desperately, as if in a trance. “Give me all of your cum, please.”
They quickly swarmed the front of her; one by one, stroking themselves furiously, letting out ragged shouts as they emptied their thick loads straight into her mouth. She swallowed what she could, but the sheer volume was too much, and the hot, sticky liquid spilled past her lips in thick clots, dripping down her chin and pooling all over her flushed, sweat-drenched chest.
She collapsed onto the mat, her legs finally giving out beneath her.
But it wasn’t over.
Two Jacks pinned her arms high above her head while a King climbed over her, pounding into her pussy with desperate, shallow thrusts.
“Take it like a good little cum-dump, Jennie,” he growled, his hand wrapping around her small neck, groaning loudly before spilling his own release deep inside her thoroughly blown-out hole.
“…Paint my insides with your cum, Master…” she muttered with a satisfied smile, her voice slurring from exhaustion.
And before the first King even finished twitching, the next one took his place, thrusting into her cum-drenched body, causing it to spread across her skin like rain on a window, fusing with sweat and spit.
The remaining men stood over her, offering the last of their carnal lust as thick spurts of cum splashed across her broken face, coating her breasts, painting her stomach and thighs with white. They completely covered every inch of her tiny frame, leaving her twitching and breathless under the blinding lights.
The roar of the audience shattered whatever sanity I had left. My ears rang, the sickening smell of sweat and sex choking the last bit of air from my lungs before my vision caved again.
┈┈・ ✦ ・┈┈
The last suitcase went into the trunk with a final thud.
My father shook hands with the driver while my mother fussed over the crease in her coat, already mentally halfway to Singapore. The neighborhood sat quiet in the grey morning drizzle, the same streets I had walked a thousand times looking completely foreign to me now, like they were already starting to forget I existed.
I stood by the open car door, one hand on the roof, and looked back down the road one last time.
Still nothing. Just the rain and the empty pavement.
“Wonbin-ah, let’s go,” my mother said gently from inside the car. “There’s a lot of traffic to Incheon today.”
I didn’t move. My eyes stayed fixed on the far end of the street, on the corner Wonyoung always came sprinting around whenever she was late for school. I kept waiting for the sound of her sneakers slapping against the wet concrete. Her ponytail. Her voice yelling my name like I was already in trouble for something. Anything.
The driver closed the trunk.
“Son.” My father’s hand landed on my shoulder.
I finally ducked into the cab. The door shut behind me with a soft but devastating click.
As the car pulled away from the curb, I pressed my fingers against the cold window glass, watching the neighborhood shrink behind us. My eyes stayed locked on the corner of the alley, desperately holding onto a hope I knew I shouldn’t have had.
Then, right as we turned toward the main road, a small, lanky figure came sprinting around the corner. Her hair whipped frantically in the rain, her clothes completely soaked through. She chased straight after us, her sneakers slapping hard against the wet asphalt.
“Wonbin! Wait!”
The image cracked down the middle, splitting like broken glass as the suffocating warmth of the car dissolved into the horrible stench of sweat, sex, and despair and the rain on the window melted into blinding stage lights searing into my skull.
“Wonbin! Wonbin! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Wonbin!”
I could hear remnants of Wonyoung’s voice pierce through the endless haze as my consciousness dragged itself out of the dark, piecing the world back together little by little, sending me right back into the living hell of reality.
When the screens finally flickered back to life, they didn’t display a glowing gem or a beating heart. It was a massive, sharp spade, swallowing up the light from the room like a black hole. Goosebumps immediately flared up my arms, and a cryptic chill violently crawled up my spine as I lay flat on the floor, face pressed against the cold, unable to move even an inch.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Dealer’s voice echoed, now devoid of his usual theatrical mockery. “The moment has arrived at long last. We have reached the grand finale of the night.”
A single spotlight beamed down, cutting through the shadows.
Wonyoung stepped into it like a doll come to life, every movement practiced and perfect. The frantic, crying girl who had begged for Yujin just an hour ago was completely gone. She stood with a devastating, terrifying composure, her posture dangerously straight, even more so than normal. The black silk blindfold and the iconic black collar wrapped around her neck looked less like restraints and more like royal garments.
“You know her story well by now, my dear patrons,” the Dealer announced, pacing slowly around her flawless silhouette. “A most heartbreaking journey. A life for a life. A soul for a soul. A goddess forged in absolute darkness. A star amongst stars. Making her debut tonight as the new High Ace of Spades—it is my absolute honor to welcome Jang Wonyoung of IVE!”
The crowd didn’t just cheer; they lost their minds. I watched as a sea of billionaires shot out of their seats in slow motion, howling like feral animals in a deafening roar that shook the room like an earthquake.
I frantically scanned the sea of masked faces through the blinding glare, desperately searching for any lifeline left, but John, Sora, and the rest of them were nowhere to be found. Their half-finished drinks were still sitting on the glass table, but the seats were vacant.
A cold, horrifying realization ruptured in my stomach. They’d left because of Karina’s round. Because I messed everything up. My failure had cost them everything, and now I was entirely alone in the dark.
“My dear,” the Dealer purred, stepping close to her, tilting the microphone up. “On your path to glory, you have inadvertently stolen the valor of many—from your own sister An Yujin to the queen of the industry Jennie to even the great Karina herself. I’m sure many would say that no one deserves it more than you, but are there any words you’d like to share with our audience?”
Wonyoung tilted her chin up, a beautiful, hauntingly hollow smile gracing her plump red lips. “I have no use explaining myself,” she answered, her voice smooth, steady, and if you listened closely, almost resentful. “Your lips already speak my secrets and these walls already whisper my name to one another. Everything you’ve all heard and said about me is true.” She paused for just a second. “I am the High Ace of Spades. I’ve sacrificed everything and everyone to be here. You can sit in the dark and judge the choices I’ve made to survive, passing your moral sentence on a life you couldn’t possibly understand. Sure, do that.”
She took a slow, blind step toward the front of the stage. Even with the fabric covering her eyes, the way she tilted her head made it feel like she was staring down every single person in the room, judging them for their attendance.
“Or you can let me me show you what the absolute epitome of discipline creates. Let me prove to you why I alone am the true pride of the House of Spades.”
The audience exploded into primal screams of violent, angry lust and carnal worship.
It was like my nervous system completely short-circuited; my body physically rejecting the reality in front of me. She looked so hauntingly beautiful standing there on that stage, but no matter how flawless her face or how perfect her figure was, the reason she was there—the purpose of her existence for the night—was more than I could handle now that it was there right before my eyes.
I tried to scream her name. I tried to push myself up, to run to her, to do absolutely anything. But the drugs had severed the connection between my brain and my body and my vocal cords were completely paralyzed.
All that left my mouth was a pathetic, broken wheeze.
“Let the final war begin!” the Dealer shrieked, his voice piercing through my splitting skull. “Thirty seconds! For all the glory! For all the honor! For the High Ace of Spades!”
The screens above exploded into a chaotic blur of numbers.
BIDDING OVER Jang Wonyoung ♠ Results: [Team 1] 🅹 + 🅹 [Team 2] 🅹 + 🅹 + 🅹 + 🅹 (Tied) [Team 3] 🅹 + 🅹 [Team 6] 🅹 + 🅹 + 🅹 + 🅹 (Tied) [Team 10] 🅹 + 🅹 Total points: 14 🅹 (₩4,200,000,000)
“Fourteen Jokers in the first wave!” the Dealer roared, clutching his head. “A historic deadlock! I have never seen such a bloodbath so early! You know what this means, folks! Let us proceed to Sudden Death!”
The music spiked louder, more dramatic than ever before. Over at Table Two, a man ripped off his suit jacket, screaming at the servers to clear the glasses out of his way.
“Back the fuck off!” he howled, his face turning an ugly, bruised shade of red beneath his gold mask. “She’s ours! You already got the House of Diamonds, you greedy fucks!”
“In your fucking dreams, you old piece of shit!” a guest from Table Six roared back.
The men around him immediately joined in, hurling vicious, filthy insults across the ballroom, their voices cracking with sheer, unhinged greed. The remaining tables fed on the hostility, hollering and slamming their palms against the glass to instigate the war. They were turning into a rabid, drooling pack of wild dogs, ready to tear each other apart for the chance—and right—to destroy the love of my life.
Sudden Death: [Team 2] 🅹 + 🅹 (Tied) [Team 6] 🅹 + 🅹 (Tied) Sudden Death points: 4 Jokers (₩1,200,000,000)
“They refuse to yield!” the Dealer howled, feeding off the unhinged greed radiating from the floor. “Four more Jokers burned to ashes! The decks are bleeding dry! Gentlemen, you must break this tie! Give us a second round of Sudden Death!”
The tension stretched the air so thin it felt ready to snap. This wasn’t just a bidding war anymore—it was a public execution of pride. The two groups glared at each other like starving wolves cornering the same prey. The men at Table Two were frantically arguing amongst themselves, their hands physically shaking as they shuffled through the remaining cards in their decks.
Sudden death 2: [Team 2] 10 + 10 + 10 + 10 = 40 pts (Winner!) [Team 6] 10 + 10 + 10 + 9 = 39 pts Sudden death 2 points: 79 (₩790,000,000) Final points: 619 (₩6,190,000,000)
“By a single point!” the Dealer screamed, his voice cracking through the speakers as Team Two threw their arms into the air in celebration. “Table Two claims the ultimate prize of the night! Hurry! Show us your face cards!”
My chest caved in. Every single digit added to the pot was another heavy chain wrapping around her, a suffocating reminder that to these masked monsters, the girl I loved more than life itself was just a number to beat.
Team 2 x Wonyoung: x3 Ace, x4 Jack, x1 Queen, x4 King ((109 +188+ 483)/2) = 390 +100) (₩11,090,000,000)
The price on the screen was incomprehensible. Eleven billion won.
“A masterpiece of a hand!” the Dealer cheered, bowing deeply toward the winning table. “Three Aces, four Kings, four Jacks, and a Queen! A Full House! Come forth, my Kings!”
Four men in expensive tailored suits immediately marched up the steps to the stage. As they moved into view, a sick, heavy wave of recognition crashed into my rotting gut. I knew exactly who they were. These were the exact same monsters who had claimed Minju and Yuna earlier.
The lead King adjusted his cuffs, his eyes locked onto Wonyoung’s waiting figure with a starving, familiar greed.
“Bring back the rest of the Spades,” he commanded, his voice dripping with arrogance. “And we want the new one, too. Bring us An Yujin.”
“No,” a voice said from the shadows.
“No? Who dares reject us?”
Suzy stepped into the harsh spotlight, her golden crown catching the glare as she stared down the four Kings with absolute disdain.
“An Yujin is not an Ace of Spades,” she said, firmly. “She will not perform for you.”
The lead King scoffed, stepping forward to challenge her authority. “Listen here, Your Majesty. We just dropped a fortune on this table. We bought the highest pot in Auction history probably. We want An Yujin out here right now, or—”
“Or what?” Suzy cut him off, her voice dropping into a deadly calm, looking down at the man like he was nothing but dirt on her shoe.
“Or we’ll let everyone know that the House of Spades does not respect—”
“You must have mistaken our House for another,” she said, her tone dripping with absolute contempt. “You can buy the pot. You can buy a temporary seat in our court. But a Spade can never truly be bought, and we certainly cannot be controlled.” She tilted her chin up, daring him to take another step. “Your money buys you exactly what we choose to give you. Nothing more.”
“Drop the royal act, bitch,” the King spat, his face twisting into a cruel sneer. “Crown or no crown, you’re just the head madam of a glorified whorehouse. Give up your queen card for An Yujin then if she’s not an Ace. Matter of fact, where’s the King of Spades, bring him out—”
Before he could finish his sentence, a massive, suffocating presence flooded the stage from the darkness behind the throne.
“You dare disrespect my Queen in front of this hall? In front of our guests? In front of her High Ace? In front of me?”
I didn’t need to look to know that the voice belonged to the King of Spades. I’d recognize his voice from anywhere.
“Her word is as absolute as mine,” he continued, his tone deep and distorted. “Your request has been denied.”
The lead King paused, visibly annoyed but smart enough to recognize he couldn’t overthrow a true King’s final word. “Fine,” he scoffed, adjusting his jacket as he took a reluctant step back. “Just the real Aces, then.”
There was a brief silence that crept through the room, like a brief calm before the final storm that would drown the night completely.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Let the grand finale… begin,” the Dealer whispered, right before disappearing into the darkness like it was his one last trick. “Long live the House of Spades.”
It was the beginning of the end, and it was finally here.
My brain screamed at my limbs to move. Get up. Stand up. You have to. I clawed at the mat, dragging my nails against the padding, but the drugs had fully taken over my traitorous body.
The handler nudged my ribs with his dress shoe. “Hey, Jack,” he muttered. “Can you perform?”
I twitched, letting out a pathetic groan as I tried to force my arms to hold my weight, but my elbows instantly buckled.
The handler clicked his tongue in disappointment as I fell right back down to the mat. “You’re really done this time, I guess.”
Wait! No, I can go—just give me a minute! Please!
He turned toward someone standing behind me. “Alright, you’re up.”
Every nightmare violently blended into reality before my eyes as Choi Mingyu walked out into the blinding glare of the stage. But somewhere amidst the never-ending storm raging in my soul, a pair of gentle arms slipped under my shoulders and carefully pulled me onto a soft lap.
I forced my heavy eyes open, blinking through the chaos and madness of this broken, despicable world.
“Yujin—”
But the darkness won again.
Just as it always had.
And perhaps as it always will.
End of Chapter 16.
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A/N: Guys this was so dreadful to write from both a narrative and technical perspective T_T. It was sooo much smut and took me forever to write and then proofread, I'm so glad it's over, but I really had to go out with a bang, ya know? XD Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed it at least! We're only two chapters away from the end now :') Thank you for following along this crazy journey! See you all soon! <33
Which scene was your favorite?
Karina's Rebellion
Sakura's Harem of Hearts
Tzuyu's Fall of Diamonds
Jennie's Solo Show
I liked them all equally
