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(Yuqi's) Boy (Toy) Meets (Yuqi's) Girl (Friend) - Kep1er Xiaoting

*Yah*

*What*

*I have a friend who's interested in having some fun*

*Why are you telling me?*

*You haven't told me who you're interested in from that list, I don't like you hanging that over me*

Right, you had won a satisfying bet with Yuqi, and she had given you a list of idol friends she could introduce you to for some casual fun, but you had yet to choose.

*So you're picking one to sell out?*

*No, she asked me if I knew anyone because I'm well-connected, so I wanted to connect her with you*

*Are you going to say that this counts as you fulfilling our agreement from the bet?*

*Yes*

*Then no*

*She's really really really pretty*

*Prettier than you?* There's no way Yuqi says yes.

*About equal?*

*Song Yuqi, who has an ego the size of China, thinks someone is prettier than her?* The fact that she didn't say no is surprising, so you made sure to incorrectly restate her reply just to jab at her.

*No, I'm so humble my ego is the size of your dick, and I said equal, not prettier! If you're not interested then fuck it I'll find someone else*

*Just wanted to make sure, if she's equal to you then damn she must be pretty, I'm interested* You mollify Yuqi with a bit of honey, and it works because she pulls you into a chatroom with her friend shortly after.

"It's nice to meet you in person."

"Yes, you're so pretty in person!" you reply. Xiaoting really was pretty, way more so than in any pictures you could find of her.

"Thank you!" She blinks her large round eyes at you and you're already a little smitten—the last time you felt like that was with Yuqi, batting her own large orbs at you. You find out later of course that Yuqi's a little freak, maybe a bit too much spice to be hot honey, but still sweet nonetheless.

"I'm so glad you could make it, Yuqi said you knew how to have fun." She throws you some clothes. "Change into these."

"These are... Masseur clothes?"

"Yes, do you mind changing right now?"

"Right, where should I—"

"Here." Maybe Xiaoting isn't too different from Yuqi, eyeing you as you strip down to your boxers. "You're going to be giving me a massage for a video, but you can do more than that if you keep it discreet." Her doe eyes watches for your reaction very closely, fixed on your crotch. "Very nice, you and I are going to have a lot of fun together."

The more things change, the more they stay the same. Xiaoting doesn't seem to be hot honey like Yuqi, but she might just be salted caramel instead. She picks up the shorts you should be putting on and holds them out for you, letting you step into them before she pulls them up for you. She's at eye level with your tent, looking up at you and fluttering her long eyelashes—as if surprised, her mouth opens when she deliberately catches the waistband of the shorts on your cock.

"Oops." Oh Xiaoting definitely knows what she's doing. She tugs the shorts up and over your stiffness, a light hand brushing against it as she stands up. "There you go."

"Thank you. Is there anything I shouldn't do, stuff you really don't like?"

"No, just don't ruin my career."

"Way to hang that over someone's head."

"Considering I never even heard about you until Yuqi, and she's had only a few baseless rumors, I think you'll manage just fine." Xiaoting waves you to follow her through the door, and you find yourself in a room with a massage table, a screen, and a small filming crew—boom mic, camera, and Xiaoting's manager.

"Hello! I'm ready for filming!"

"That's great Xiaoting, but who is this?"

"The masseur! He came highly recommended."

"Ah, I thought we were supposed to get a masseuse, it's going to be difficult with the fans."

"It's okay, he's a professional."

"Yes, I can be blindfolded if that's preferable." Xiaoting side-eyes you before interjecting.

"Yes, but you must have worked with many customers like that right, where they get nervous about you looking or touching them?"

"Huh? Oh yes, I've worked with many nervous customers before, never had a complaint ever."

"Ugh fine, we'll go with it." Her manager waves their hand in surrender. "No funny business."

"Yes of course." Of course there'll be funny business. You're standing by Xiaoting's side as the manager signals to start filming.

"Hi everyone! Today I'm here to receive a massage from a master masseur, or so they claim! Will he actually be good, or is he just a master baiter?"

"Cut! Xiaoting you can't say that!"

"Why not, it's sexy, it gets people talking!"

"It's too much, absolutely not." Xiaoting rolls her eyes, and she runs through her intro again, ending with a glare for the manager.

"What type of massage will you be doing today?" Suddenly asked to answer in front of the camera you stumble on your words.

"Ah? Er, your shoulders I believe? And your back."

"Aww why are you holding out on your best massage! You're famous for your foot massages, aren't you?"

"Ah yeah, you know, it's embarrassing if I say that myself."

"You're too humble, I'm in your care! One moment please." Xiaoting disappears behind the screen, her silhouette slightly blurred by the frosted panes. As if passing through a filter her movements turn sensual, the robe on her slipping off slowly. She turns sideways, making a show of folding her robe up, keeping it at arms length to highlight the small swell of her chest, contrasting the deeper curve of her back—Xiaoting's putting on a performance for her fans, and you. Xiaoting now faces the screen, showing off her hourglass figure and delectable gap between her thighs—if Yuqi was a small explosive package you could throw around and have her blow up in your face, Xiaoting is the longer glowstick you wanted to bend, snap, and make glow. She lays face down on the massage table, the screen just long enough to shield her whole body.

"I'm ready for you now."

You spare the manager an embarrassed look, as if understanding the awkward position you're putting them in. On one hand, you know this can look bad on the manager, allowing this to go through, and you know they're not happy about it. They wave you in reluctantly, and you hope they didn't catch your true expression as you disappeared behind the screen, for on the other hand, Xiaoting: The disposable dark underwear contrasts perfectly against her pale skin, and with knots perfectly placed like a bikini, oh so easy to pull loose, or rip off, depending on your mood, and she's just lying there, waiting for you to tease her, what more needs to be said?

"I'll start with your neck and shoulders, just relax." You feel Xiaoting tremble as you place two hands on the back of her neck, the hairs on them standing up, she's nervous and excited. You press your palms into her neck firmly, massaging the muscles there.

"You're very tense, the choreo must be very hard."

"Yes, we're working very hard to prepare for our comeback soon. Oh, can I say that?" Xiaoting faces the screen to ask her manager, but behind the screen the camera doesn't catch the wink she fires at you, urging you to do more.

"Oh, I think so? We'll edit it out if you can't, say a different line just in case."

"Yes, we're working very hard to repay our fans' love."

"I see, the fans are so lucky," you play along, your line able to fit with either line they choose in editing. You move down to her shoulder blades, removing the tenseness there.

"Mmm..." Xiaoting's manager fidgets at Xiaoting's sigh. It's okay if Xiaoting sighs like that when it's a masseuse, it becomes more problematic if it's a masseur working on her.

"Xiaoting, watch what noise you make."

"Eh? I understand, I'll try my best."

"My apologies, I must have used too much force, I'll be more gentle." This is actually worse for Xiaoting, your teasing yet softly firm touches sending thrills up and down her body. Knowing that she's being filmed and that her manager is right there makes things ten times more intense, and she's doing her best to only breathe deeply against her hand and not make a sound.

"I'll be moving to your lower back," you announce for everyone present. Xiaoting's manager opens their mouth to object, but Xiaoting interrupts them immediately.

"Yes please." She takes a deep breath when your hands touch her waist, gently rubbing her side, kneading into her flesh. It's a good thing you're standing facing the screen, for if you ever turned sideways, the tent in your shorts would be displayed for all to see, frosted screen or no. There's no such reprieve for Xiaoting though, and her breath hitches when you reach across her to massage her other side.

*Is that...* She realizes immediately what is poking her side, and the atmosphere in the room changes for Xiaoting—you felt hard, and long, and big, less rod and more pole! The thrill of teasing her fans and defying her manager on camera becomes excitement, making her eagerly want what comes next, once the cameras are off. But first, she has to "suffer" through your handiwork, and you're inching your way lower, pushing against the curve of her hip, fingers dipping underneath the waistband of her underwear.

"I'll be moving lower." Xiaoting's hoping that her heavy breaths aren't picked up on, and she has to brace herself for your next touch—

"Not the butt!" The shout bursts from behind the screen, and so ridiculous are Xiaoting's manager's words that the whole room bursts out laughing, breaking the tension through the screen.

"No no of course not the butt, just her thighs and then calves, please don't worry."

"Right, of course." They chuckle, as if caught unawares by their own ridiculousness.

"I will continue then." Daringly you press your hands into Xiaoting's thighs firmly, and yet no gasp from the idol. As you massage the back of her thighs you tease her a little, thumbs brushing higher and higher up the inside of them.

"You're very fit, Xiaoting, very firm thighs, I heard you did dancesports before?"

"Yes I, I did." You wonder if the mic caught it, but you noted the slightest of hitches in Xiaoting's voice as you deliberately brushed the apex of her thighs with your thumbs.

"No wonder. Your calves feel very strong too." You pull your thumbs away to work on her calves, leaving her wanting more. Xiaoting spreads her legs a little more, inviting you in, but you don't bite.

"Time for your feet, would you please turn around?"

"Ah, yes."

"P-Perhaps you could put on your robe Xiaoting? She can wear it now right?" Her manager's voice pipes up.

"Yes of course, let me get it for you." You grab the robe for her, subtly adjusting your shorts to make your state less obvious. Xiaoting pulls the robe on again, tying it loosely in front.

"Thank you, how do you want me?"

"I er, on your back." Xiaoting smirks, flirting with a lipbite as she lays down slowly. You grab a manicured foot and rub it gently, your thumb tracing circles on her sole. Xiaoting twitches—she's ticklish! She tries to pull her foot away but you hold it firmly, establish your control over her. With a twist you yank her leg to the side, forcing Xiaoting halfway on her side. The robe Xiaoting had to put on is now a perfect cover for you, hiding your hands from the screen.

"Now let's begin—"

"Wait, we can't get a good shot!"

"Ah sorry, this is the best angle to work on the foot, I'll work on the other side later and it'll be more visible, is that okay?"

"Right, that's no problem."

"Good, let's start with the toes. The toes represent your five senses, the ones connected to your head, specifically. Brain, eyes, ears, nose, mouth." You firmly press on her big toe with one hand, and as you do so, your other hand drifts between Xiaoting's legs, pressing firmly on her core through her flimsy underwear.

"Ah!" Hastily she puts a hand to her mouth.

"Does it hurt? That's a sign of lack of sleep, the big toe represents your brain."

"I-I see."

"Now let's see the rest of your senses." You tease Xiaoting further, fingertips grazing her lips as you press on her toes, and she manages to keep herself quiet. "Good good, all in good order. I'll be examining your body next, through your feet of course."

"Of course." You settle for rubbing her foot in random spots, your attention more focused on your other hand, playing with her pussy lips, teasing them open over the thin fabric. You babble random body parts you still remember from biology class to keep the cover up—here's her lungs, her spleen, the kidneys, the appendix. Xiaoting fidgets as you do so, definitely getting wetter but not any louder.

"It doesn't hurt, that means I'm healthy right?" She fires you a coded challenge: she wants you to make her vocalize, to moan. Fine.

"For now, Let's see the rest of your body." You switch to her other foot, grabbing it roughly and leaving her open to the camera through the screen. With your other hand your pull her panties to the side and plunge two fingers straight into her wet heat.

"Euaagh!" Xiaoting yelps, barely hiding her moan.

"That hurts? That's your liver, you should drink less. Oh, I'm sorry, I can't say that right?" Xiaoting is flustered by your daring maneuver—you're turning away from her, addressing the manager all while holding her leg to the side and stuffing her with two fingers! Yet the thrill going up her spine is delicious.

"We'll edit that out, can you just repeat what you did?" You glance at Xiaoting, a devious grin on your face. Your manager asked for it.

"Haaahh!" This time there's no hiding Xiaoting's voice as you forcefully shove forward into her, as if really pressing on her foot. She slaps at the table, as if in pain, but you know better, she's clenching around your digits like crazy, and Xiaoting's fluids are trickling down your fingers, dripping from your knuckles.

"Does that hurt? That's the stomach, please make sure you're eating properly!"

"Ahh, yes, I understand."

"I'll continue then." Specifically, you'll continue massaging Xiaoting from the inside out, moving and curling your fingers inside her. When she can't help but let out a gasp or sigh you make up some body part, giving the camera some throwaway line about taking care of herself, specific parts of her body she needed to be mindful of, all while Xiaoting struggles to not fall apart and giving the game away.

"Now for the magic spot." Your thumb brushes on her clit, and Xiaoting immediately seizes, wide eyes begging you to both stop and keep going. "This works with all of your muscles, it'll get rid of your soreness, but it might hurt. Please manage best you can."

"Hnngh!" You make a show of really pressing down on her foot, standing and shielding most of her body from view, when really you're applying force to her clit, giving it firm circles with your thumb to allow Xiaoting to fall rather than fly off the edge. She grips your arm, as if tensing up in pain, but both of you, and only the both of you, know better. She twitches, an arm over her mouth as the pleasure runs through her in silent waves. You stop pressing on her foot when she finally goes limp.

"Good job, yes, relax your muscles." You remove your fingers from her, discreetly wiping them on her robe as you step away. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes, that was good, thank you."

"Let's do the ending then." Her manager calls from behind the screen.

"Yes, just give me a moment." Xiaoting pushes herself into a sitting position, as if still recovering from the massage. She didn't quite think she would cum just like that in front of the camera, her manager steps away behind the screen, but she did, and it was thrilling, her toes still tingling. As she swings her legs off the massage table the thought sinks in—all her fans are going to watch her cum!

"Oh, careful, it must have been very painful, but you did well!" You catch a staggered Xiaoting, bowed by the weight of what she just did. You help her around the screen, to the fluster and bluster of her manager.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did you use too much force?!"

"No, it's not his fault, I feel better now, just don't have strength in my legs right now."

"Right, right." Xiaoting's manager doesn't even offer an apology. "Let's film the ending then." From the other side of the camera Xiaoting manages to make it through the ending, but you wonder if anyone else caught on to the subtle tremble of her legs, or the slight flush of her cheeks, a place where you clearly haven't massaged. Initially no, but maybe they'll catch it during editing, it's not your problem. In any case the filming ends, but Xiaoting holds you back.

"I think my leg is cramping a little, could you help me with it? You go ahead first, I'll be right out," Xiaoting addresses her manager. The two of them leave you and Xiaoting alone in the room. "Come help me?" She walks back around the screen and lies on her front.

"Which leg is cramping?"

"Your third leg." She swivels around on the table, pulling your hips towards her. A finger on her lips keeps you quiet, and Xiaoting pulls you loose from your shorts, stroking you slowly. "Can't believe you made me cum on camera, I guess I should return the favor," she mumbles to herself. You have to stifle your moans as her smooth hands squeeze and stroke you, applying pressure and giving your cock a massage.

"Y-You might be a better masseuse than I am."

"Quickly, we don't really have time." Xiaoting hurries you along, and when she feels you throb in her hands she leans in, taking you in her mouth.

"Oh, oh fuck—" Your own knees buckle as she hollows her cheeks and sucks your load out of you, gently massaging your balls to get all of it out. You're left more drained than she was earlier, and Xiaoting's eyes twinkle in a job well done.

"Thanks for coming over," she says as she gets off the table, adjusting her robe. "Don't forget to change, you can keep the clothes."

"RIght, thanks for... That."

"Mm, I wish we had more time, would've liked to pay you back properly for that." Before you can process what that means, Xiaoting's manager comes calling, and she doesn't get to elaborate.

"Coming manager-nim!" she shouts at the door. "Keep your weekends open, and be ready to stay overnight."

You don't hear from Xiaoting until weeks later, when out of the blue she texts you a string of letters and numbers and a day of the week. You send her a question mark, but she doesn't elaborate until much later.

*OZ 367, see you soon!*

*Sorry, what's going on?*

*You're coming over this weekend aren't you?*

*I can, but what's OZ 367, is that an apartment number?*

*Your flight, I texted you that a while back*

*Flight? Where are we going*

*Just take it, flight's at 8 pm, ask for the tickets at check-in, it's under your name*

*How did you even book tickets for me?*

*Yuqi had your info*

You ruffle through your drawers and pull out your passport, and slapped right on the cover is a photo of Yuqi. On the back it says: Expect many flights if all goes well! You shudder at the thought that Yuqi has your information, but you don't get much time to think, as your phone already reads that it's 3 pm, and you only had a few hours to pack and get to the airport. You scramble to get everything in order, and only when you're boarded on the flight to Shanghai (you only found out after looking it up) you text Xiaoting that you'll be there.

When you touched down in Shanghai you found a driver waiting for you, and you're whisked away speedily from the airport.

"Where are we going?"

"Hotel." You pass by many on your ride, and one stood out in particular—it was really more palace than hotel, and you didn't think too much of it until the car made an illegal U-turn and swerved into the dropoff area of the hotel you definitely can't afford. What is Xiaoting getting you into? You text her that you've arrived, and she simply responds with another number, this time definitely a room number. You show the concierge the number, and immediately they're ushering you into an elevator, pressing the button for the top floor of the hotel, and wishing you a pleasant stay. When the door opens again you see only the room number listed on the floor—the entire floor is one room! And Xiaoting booked it? Only now do you realize you never got a keycard for the room, so all you can do is knock.

"Come in!" The door swings open, and as soon as you enter you feel Xiaoting's hands over your eyes. "Thanks for coming over."

"What is going on?"

"I'm here for an event, and since the room was already booked, I figured you could come join me. I do have a commitment or two, but there's no bothersome manager, so it's just you and me the rest of the weekend."

"That sounds great, but why are you covering my eyes?"

"I just wanted to properly pay you back, and it must have been sooo tiring flying all the way here." You wonder if Xiaoting learnt the tone from Yuqi, that fake, high-pitched simper that's both cute and mocking—you can't help but get hard when you wonder if Xiaoting has the same deep-chested and gasping warble that Yuqi has when she cums unreservedly. Given that she's feeling you up right now, you'll probably get to find out.

"Yes, it was a rush getting to the airport on time."

"Oh no, that's terrible! Keep your eyes closed." You see no reason to disobey her request, and so you keep still as smooth silk wraps over your eyes. "Now, I need you to take off your clothes, and sit right here." Xiaoting helps you out of your clothes and guides you to what feels like a bed.

"Just relax, let me take care of you."

Her smooth hands are on your neck, massaging you firmly, you feel the weight shift behind you as Xiaoting moves around, massaging up and across your back. You grunt as her elbow digs between your neck and shoulder, working on a sore spot you didn't know you have.

"That's really good Xiaoting."

"Shh, I need you to be quiet, just relax, let your body feel me." Your head lolls, letting her manipulate it around to work on the muscles stricken by bad posture and technology overuse. "So stiff..." A warm hand around your cock, a firm knead into your neck—you're so relaxed all the blood is draining between your legs, not even from pleasure (yet), but just comfort, like a late night morning wood.

Then you feel all of her at once.

Xiaoting's lips on your neck, her body pressed against your back. Her fingers draw circles around your nipple, while the other hand is stroking you underneath your boxers. Xiaoting's thighs press into your sides, her hair tickling your shoulders. Her palm brushes across your tip, and you gasp, head jerking at the overstimulation.

"Quiet, pretend we're filming again, I'm giving you a massage, we wouldn't want us to get caught would we?" You manage to shake your head. "Stay right here, it's time for the next level of massage." Xiaoting leaves your back, and you're left awkwardly sitting there, but thankfully you don't wait long, and this time you feel her weight on your thighs, her breath warm on your face.

"Now for your front." Her hands are on your face, massaging circles. She laughs a little as she moves your face in undoubtedly ugly ways, but she moves on quickly to your arms and chest. She reminds you to relax as you unconsciously flex your arms for her, and you will yourself to go slack, staying loose as she drifts down your stomach. But as it turns out, Xiaoting's the one who's unable to relax, as she's pulling your boxers off just enough for you to spring free, and with a mutual gasp she's sliding down your shaft.

"So nice..." Xiaoting's kissing you, hands tilting your head up to her while she grinds on you, rising and falling, getting you deeper on each bounce. Her breath is hot on your ear as you settle your hands on her hips, her abs flexing as she snaps her hips down on you over and over.

"Imagine if I rode you just like this for the camera, let the fans watch through the screennngh..." Her nails dig into your shoulder, her walls tightening around you—did that set her off?

"Good endurance, still so hard." Xiaoting pauses for a moment, and this time when she grabs your hand, you realize her chest is bare now. You've kept your hands to yourself this whole time, but with her breast literally in the palm of your hand you squeeze, enjoying the chance to touch her. Your other hand moves to her hips, and to your surprise she still has her bottoms on—the new visualization of Xiaoting simply having her panties pulled to the side and riding you sends a new spark of arousal through your body.

"Getting me naked comes later, I was just getting a little hot. Let's finish this massage." She fixes your hands on her waist, and you have to squeeze her as she begins riding you again, this time with more urgency.

"Xiao—" she shushes you with a kiss, arms flung around your neck.

"Not a sound." You open your mouth again, but no sound comes out as you try to follow her wishes, you're so close!

"Just relax, let go of everything." With a stifled gasp you let loose, flooding Xiaoting's pussy with cum. "That's it, don't hold back, drain everything in me." She continues riding you, a moment later hugging you to her chest and clenching around you as well, milking out what little you have left in the tank.

"You did so good to stay quiet, here's your reward." The blindfold loosens, and when you blink you see a satisfied Xiaoting smiling at you. She pulls back a little, giving you a chance to admire the rest of her—topless and a little sweaty, a creamy white river of cum staining her black bikini bottoms that really are pulled to the side.

"Fuck me Xiaoting, wow."

"You can go again already?" She notices you catching the camera that's pointed at the two of you. "I always wanted to do something like this on camera, it looked hot in porn. Also Yuqi's payment for your information, I hope you don't mind."

"It's your career on the line if it leaks, but also fuck you Yuqi." You give the camera the middle finger.

"I will edit that out for your sake." Xiaoting grabs some tissues and cleans the mess between her legs before walking over to the camera and ending the recording. "Now then, shower and sleep?"

"No, I still haven't gotten you naked yet." You pull on the knot holding her bikini bottom together and let it fall off her. Xiaoting topless is delicious, but Xiaoting naked is divine. Your hand reaches out automatically, squeezing her toned ass appreciatively. Yet not even divinity can compete with the weight of fatigue. "Ugh let's just shower and sleep, I don't think I can live up to what you just did without some sleep."

"I hope that's something I can look forward to then!" You shower with Xiaoting, and the flesh is willing but the spirit truly is weak as you watch the water run down her long black hair, streaming down her flawless body. You wanted nothing more than to pin her against the wall and fuck her right there, but with your head already swimming with fatigue you might just slip and injure both of you. You hit the pillows early and Xiaoting slides in after drying her hair.

"Ahh it's nice having someone to sleep with. You ever do this with Yuqi?"

"No, she makes a point of leaving after, I tell her to stay if it's late, but she always insists on leaving, something about not becoming domestic with me."

"Domestic huh? You two ever... date?" You feel Xiaoting shift closer to you.

"Nah it's purely physical, friends with benefits, Yuqi's a bro, bros with benefits."

"A bro that you fuck?"

"Fuck buddy first, bro second. She eats my food, barges into my place whenever she wants, introduces me to her hot friend, that's a bro." Xiaoting laughs, stroking your shoulder idly.

"Hot friend huh, not hotter friend? I guess I'll take that for now. Never thought about it, even once?"

"Once, maybe. But she definitely doesn't think that way, the thought has never entered her head."

"How can you be so sure, she must have thought about it once or twice."

"She doesn't come to me to think. She comes over when she's stressed or horny, and either way we fuck so hard she forgets why she came in the first place." You try to change topics. "Is that why I'm here, this is a stressful weekend for you?"

"Mmm a little, I'll be in and out, might wake you up if you're a light sleeper, but other than that you can be the one going in and out." Xiaoting reaches beneath your boxers, playfully teasing you. You reply in kind, squeezing her ass once more.

"I'd love to, but unless you don't mind me putting it in the wrong hole, it's going to have to be tomorrow."

"Fine fine, tomorrow it is." Xiaoting drifts off to sleep, slightly dissatisfied. After hearing you say that you fuck Yuqi so well she forgets why she came over, Xiaoting's imagination was running wild, wanting to find out right away. Her dreams are full of metaphors—the stuffing of sausages, the pounding of rice cakes, the filling of cream puffs! It is with some embarrassment that Xiaoting wakes up the next morning feeling wet between her legs, but that quickly goes away when she realizes it is you between her legs.

"Mm? Ah!" A rough lick on her clit wakes her up.

"Good morfning," you huff out, mouth full of Xiaoting. She pushes her hips into you further.

"Talk later—fuck—feel good now!" Fully awake now Xiaoting's thighs are actively pressed against your hands, trying to crush your head in between them, but you keep them spread, your lips and tongue focused on her little morning button, licking and flicking and sucking and breathing on it until—

"Haah!" Xiaoting yelps and cums easily, riding it out on your hand as you switch to your fingers to bring her down from her morning high. "I'm going to have to tell Yuqi what she's missing out on by not staying over."

"Oh no please don't, she already stays for lunch and dinner, if she's here for breakfast too she's going to drain me dry. You know what I meant."

"I do, like how I did yesterday? What time is it?"

"10 minutes to makeup, according to whatever alarm I saw before I started."

"Damn, this alarm eats me out and gets me up on time? I might fly you out for every trip." Xiaoting quips as she quickly throws on some clothes.

"If you welcome me like you did last night I'll do it."

"Good, I can't quite help you out right now and I'll be out longer today so umm—"

"You can make it up to me tonight." Xiaoting winks and blows you a kiss.

"I will make it up to you tonight."

She certainly does make it up to you later that night when she walks through the door all dolled up and dressed to the nines.

"Hey there."

"Hi uhh, wow." You suddenly felt completely underdressed, even in the comfort of the hotel room. "You look amazing." You can hear the pearls on her dress jingle as she shashays towards you. It's long and elegant, in pearly pure white, yet it puts all the impure thoughts into your head with the way it fits her, clinging to her hips just right, the very same hips bucking into your mouth this morning.

"Thank you." Xiaoting does a little twirl, turning her back to you, revealing the crisscrossed knots tying her dress together and the discreet zipper underneath. "Undress me?" You stand up immediately in more ways than one, your hands finding her waist immediately and holding her close. She leans back slightly to kiss your neck, breathing into your ear.

"Slowly, make it last."

"I gather you're done for the night?" you ask, undoing the first knot, taking your time to unloop it over the pearl holding it down.

"Yup, want to know what I was doing?"

"Nothing untoward, I hope." A second knot is loosened, but it is the fourth in line—you might have skipped two and done it out of order, it doesn't matter.

"Just some heavy flirting, lots of rich and powerful people there, they like the attention."

"What type of heavy flirting?"

"Oh, you know, talking about how easy they have it to put a suit on, how tight and stuffy this dress is and how I can't wait to take it off."

"That's very heavy flirting." You undo another one as Xiaoting's flirting gets filthier.

"Should have seen their faces when I wished for a pearl necklace to complement the dress."

"Bet they would have been happy to give you one, right upstairs in their hotel room perhaps."

"We'll never know, I excused myself to freshen up, but they're probably still waiting for me to return, thinking about how the most open legs fit in the tightest dresses." You loosen said dress a little more, only two more knots left.

"Considering this morning, I wouldn't say you have the most open legs." Xiaoting turns to face you, pulling you in for a fervent kiss.

"Only for the right tongue." You place your hands back around her waist, pressing her against you as you work on the last knot. You manage to find the zipper, and the unzipping sound is loud as both of you held your breath. Xiaoting takes your hands, removing them from her as she leaves a hickey on your neck.

"Besides, I prefer no dress." In one motion she steps away from you and slips her arms through the invisible straps of the dress. The expensive pearl-laden dress crumples to the floor in a noisy jangle, and mentally you've collapsed on the floor right in front of it—the only thing left standing is Xiaoting, naked save for a pair of black lace panties.

"F-Fancy," you manage to stutter out. Xiaoting picks up the dress from the floor, moving to the closet and hanging it up while you pick your jaw up and gather yourself. She makes a show of getting on the bed, hands and knees on the mattress, and that is when you take what she's offering. The hand on her lower back is enough command for Xiaoting to still, but the voice that accompanies the action has her feeling warmer than ever, even when she's naked in the cold hotel room.

"Stay right there."

The hand on her lower back moves up her spine, and the tingly feeling rushes down it when her neck is cuffed, firmly pushing her head down on to the mattress. She pushes her hips higher, wanting to feel more of the hand running up and down her back. With an unceremonious yank you pull her panties down, catching at her knees. One leg, and then the other, Xiaoting cooperates, leaving herself fully nude and bent over.

"Huh?" The hand is gone, and Xiaoting begins to tremble, partly from the cold, but also from exciting embarrassment—her mind wanders down the paths possible with all of her on display, just there waiting to be played with, teased and flirted with like she did downstairs; or perhaps massaged thoroughly, giving her the massage she couldn't get in front of her manager and the fans; or fucked and railed and pumped so hard her mind turns to mush, much like you supposedly did with Yuqi. All these thoughts fly through her quickly before the rough dragging sound and a dull four-footed thud signal your return with a chair. Wordlessly Xiaoting tenses up when your warm hand grabs her thigh, squeezing it.

"Relax. Let your body feel me."

You brush devastatingly close to her pussy as you run your hand against either thigh, watching Xiaoting unconsciously spread her thighs further and further. When she is at the perfect height you simply twist your hand, part her lips with two fingers, and plunge them in.

"Hnngh!" Xiaoting moans into the bed as you finally touch her cunt and immediately spear into her. Xiaoting feels the joints of your fingers as you curl and uncurl them, your knuckles hilting at her entrance—you're in deep, far deeper than you went during the massage.

"Does it hurt?" Xiaoting can only manage a whimper, pushing her hips back and humping your fingers best she can. The mischievous flirting earlier, knowing that she wouldn't be spending the night with any of her hopeful companions; the slow de-dressing, feeling your hardness pressed against her the whole time; the firm control, from the hand on her back to the fingers in her right now, it's all building up to the highlight of her night, if not the whole weekend.

"No, it—ohmygod—feels good, feels so good!" Xiaoting sees stars behind her closed eyes when your fingers curl just right, and she screams into the bed when your put a thumb on her clit, rubbing the engorged nub quickly. A burst of pleasure runs through Xiaoting and she seizes up, as if something was being broken through—

Psssh

Xiaoting squirt sprays your wrist and arm, and your fingers fucking into her suddenly get sopping wet, loud squelching accompanying her muffled cries as she rains slick into your lap. Her legs tremble and toes curl as you push her through her wet climax, and droplets are shaken off her quivering thighs when she finally stops.

"That was— Ah!" she yelps when she sees your dripping fingers, her brain finally feeling the wetness on her legs and thighs. "Oh my god I'm so sorry, I never— That never happens!" Xiaoting's blushing, embarrassed maybe, but she can't hide the smile on her face from feeling that good, the dopamine running through her and making her glow.

"It's okay, Yuqi didn't either."

"I— she... didn't?"

"Until I made her." You strip naked and get Xiaoting back on all fours, and this time you're the one in control as you sink into her, your tip pushing easily through her wet tunnel.

"Oh fuck, that's, oh god..." Xiaoting can't finish the sentence, your hips meeting her ass making her cry out in joy. Last night was slower and Xiaoting was in charge, able to ride herself to her peak, even if she was eager in her own way. Tonight she's being pulled by your hands on her waist and pushed by your cock in her pussy, quite literally taken on a ride all the way up the mountain. Gone are the soft gasps and wispy moans, replaced with full=bodied groans and grunts of exertion, her body constantly taut in climax as you fuck her g-spot raw. She didn't quite get what you meant when you said you made Yuqi squirt until her legs kicked up, feet suddenly stretched and frozen.

"I'm sorry!" Xiaoting wails, spraying your thighs with juice. You stop thrusting, kissing her neck and reaching around to play with her tits. Xiaoting's heart is hammering against your palm as you squeeze her breast.

"Don't be, let it happen." You plunge your hips into her a few more times, and Xiaoting's whimpering apologies as slick exits her in little gushes, her orgasms chaining together, guilty pleasure spiking as she splashes you again and again. Your balls are dripping by the time Xiaoting goes limp underneath you, turning to jelly as you follow her down.

"Where do you want me to cum? Give you that pearl necklace you've been talking about?"

"Mmmm no." Xiaoting reaches back feebly, trying to keep you there. "Cum in me, like yesterday, make me feel it, fuck it into me."

"Are you sure, are you—"

"Yes!" Xiaoting moans—your body reacted before your mind does, and you're already thrusting into her, fucking her prone form into the bed. "That's it, that's fucking it!" You press down on Xiaoting's lower back, making her arch just that little more, and when she clenches around you again you explode. Xiaoting yells into the pillow, shuddering as your throbbing and pulsing cock pushes into her with jerking thrusts, the warmth inside her growing hotter by the second. Xiaoting's breath is taken away when you grab her chin, yanking and twisting her towards you, kissing her fiercely.

"That's it, drain your balls in me, all of it." Xiaoting may not be as hot-tempered as Yuqi, but she's certainly has her filthy moments as you empty yourself fully inside her creamy cunt, lazily fucking it deeper into her on your side.

"You're safe right?"

"Yeah, didn't seem like you cared last night though."

"I— Sorry I forgot, you said I shouldn't make a sound—"

"And you were so happy to comply weren't you?" Xiaoting nips your lower lip. "Don't worry, Yuqi snuck me a few of your pills, so you're paying for it either way."

"She took my info and my pills?"

"Please, she takes your load too." You couldn't argue with that. You cuddle Xiaoting as the two of you recover, until the wet sheets finally get too cold to stay on any longer. "God we made such a mess."

"Good thing there's another bedroom here."

"For now, we still have one more night." The thought of doing this all over again tomorrow has you stiff once more, and Xiaoting curls a finger towards you as she walks to the bathroom, your cum still leaking down her thighs.

"Now, about that pearl necklace..."

You wake up late in the morning after the final round in the shower, and Xiaoting's not there when you wake up. You find a note on the desk:

*Early schedule, will be back in the afternoon!*

Xiaoting arrives back a little after lunch, and she's stunning in a whole different way. Gone is the elegant shimmering dress she had on, replaced with a far skimpier festival outfit—a sleek black halter top, her back bare save for crisscrossed strings of fabric, a peek of her belly, and her ass. Well, her ass with a pair of black shorts shrink-wrapped over them, leaving nothing to the imagination. Oh, and she's dripping from head to toe, her outfit clinging to her frame even more than usual.

Irresistible.

"Hey! Let me change out of these first."

"No." You hug her close, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"I'm getting you wet!" She is, your own clothes getting wetter the longer she's pressed against you, which would be forever, if you had your way.

"And hard. Very different event this time hm?"

"Yeah it was a summer festival, up on stage dancing, lots of water flying everywhere. Got to fire water at people too!"

"Hmm, now you're okay with spraying everyone? Or did you say sorry to them too?"

"God you're not going to let me forget that are you."

"Maybe." You undo the knot around her neck, your meaning clear. Maybe if I have you right the hell now. Xiaoting is more than eager, pulling the top and the associated strings off easily, her chest shimmering with moisture. You lean into her, planting kisses across her collarbone, the salt of sweat mixing in with the water. You didn't need to lift Xiaoting like you would with Yuqi, and you put your lips to her chest, playing with her already stiff nubs.

"I'm wet already," Xiaoting gasps as you gently pinch a nipple with your teeth and tug. She brings your hand to her ass, wanting you to force it beneath her too-tight shorts. You only manage to do so when she loosens the button in the front, and to your surprise you're immediately grabbing flesh. You almost rip the shorts off her, revealing the tiny thong she's wearing.

"Classy." You pull on it, drawing a whine from her. You have half a mind to tear the thong off too, but Xiaoting manages to kick it off before you could do so.

"No panty lines," she offers as flimsy explanation, her hands already pulling your shorts and boxers down. As soon as you're out in the open she's wrapping a leg around you, needy hand guiding you towards her. "Ahh yes!" Xiaoting shouts as you slide in easily, and you have to quickly catch her as she swings her other leg around you.

"Damn Xiaoting!" You're instantly deep inside her, and she's drenched. "You're soaked!"

"Told you! Sorry, performing gets me really horny." The hunger in her eyes tells you she's really not sorry at all, and you start sawing in and out of her.

"First the cameras, now performing on stage? Makes me think you offered to film for Yuqi, and she didn't ask for it at all."

"Fuck you're right, just don't stop, fuck me harder!" With both hands on her ass and the wall as support you lift Xiaoting up and down your cock, raspy moans the base reward, and sharp cries your optional reward for timing your thrusts well, kissing the entrance to her pill-protected womb and making her see stars while the sun's up.

"You like that? I should fuck you against a window, put on a show for everyone." Xiaoting manages a nod and a gurgled cry before she clenches hard around you. Taking that as an affirmative, you carry her over to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the suite and press her against it. To the outside observer (those who can see up some 40 stories high), they'd be able to see Xiaoting's gorgeous back pressed against the glass, leaving the smeared outline of her lithe figure imprinted against it as you chase your own finish and fuck Xiaoting up against the window.

"Harder! Oh fuck— I'm not sorry, it feels so fucking good!" Xiaoting squeals and squirts again, her juices splashing against the window, you, the floor, and all over the place as you fuck her through it. She's even easier to push into, and you thrust faster and harder, drawing out gasps from her as the soreness catches up to her.

"Fuck are you finishing soon? Tell me when, tell me!"

"Now!" At your gasp Xiaoting pushes herself off you, slumping to the floor. She reaches for your throbbing length and points it square in her face.

"Cover me." Three blinks of her round eyes, two words, and one stroke is all it takes for you to splatter Xiaoting's face with cum.

"Oh fuck yes Xiaoting!"

If you gave her a pearl necklace yesterday, today's a pearl powder facemask, and it goes everywhere—the first shot blasts her square on the nose, the second shot hits the window above her, some of it landing in her hair. Xiaoting manages to take control of the rest, letting you stain her pretty face, covering her cheeks and lips and forehead with your load. She coaxes the last few spurts with her tongue, letting you dirty her inside and out. When you're done she lets you go with a pop, leaving you to stumble and lean against the window as both of you recover.

"Mmm that really hit the spot after a performance. I need to invite you backstage some time."

"What?"

"You wouldn't believe how much downtime we have, it's so boring. Having you there to get rid of my stress before a performance and then help me work off my energy after would be perfect."

"Your members are there!" Xiaoting raises an unstained eyebrow.

So? "We'll find a spot. They might even want to watch."

She might be just as crazy as Yuqi.

The clean-up after was messy, the towels a gross mix of sweat, water, and other fluids when you finally wipe the window clean. To your dismay the return flight booked for you was that very night, and with Xiaoting's help you were able to hustle and make it to the plane on time for another rushed departure. You return home drained and annoyed, the additional hour of time difference meant that you reached your apartment in the early morning.

You collapse in bed and fall asleep, only to be woken up a few hours too early by a loud banging sound on your door.

"Yah, are you back yet!" Yuqi's voice is unmistakeable. You stumble out of bed to answer the door.

"Yuqi it's too fucking early, why are you here?"

"I came as soon as you're back, you should be honored!" She lets herself in and pulls you back to the bedroom.

"Yuqi I'm so tired, let me—"

"Not according to this." Yuqi grabs your morning wood. "Xiaoting sent me the video, who knew you were so hot when you're quiet?" There's a fire in her eyes as she swings her legs across your lap and mounts you. Your eyes widen when you feel her tightness enveloping you immediately—Yuqi didn't even bother with underwear!

"Yuqi—"

"I haven't had a good night all 3 nights you weren't here, just shut up and let me ride you until you finish." Her finishing is not a concern, as you feel the telltale tightening of her walls around you already.

You were wrong, no one is crazier than Yuqi.

A/N: Bit late on this one, but BF6 beta ate a lot of my time, and I spent more time thinking through the many scenes and how I wanted it to go. For now I'll leave this Yuqi/Xiaoting thing as a two parter, but yeah sometimes while writing this I wanted to let it develop some sort of drama or tug-of-war over OC in a weird way? Not sure, no idea if I'll ever get around to it. Go listen to their latest comeback Bubble Gum! I missed out on two (or 3?) comebacks I wanted to write for so I'll get around to it, hopefully before more other comebacks lol. Thanks for reading!

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