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aespa
Supernova - Winter
Fusion Ignition - Winter
A Better Relationship - Ningning
BABYMONSTER
Hide and Seek - Asa
Hearts2Hearts
The Glowy Hole - Jiwoo
Selamat(,) Tinggal(?) - Carmen
IVE
They Are Watching - Wonyoung (experimental)
Still brainrotted, but still cute - Rei
KiiiKiii
Miraculous Delusion - Jiyu & Haum
Fantastical Destiny - Jiyu
LE SSERAFIM
Curiosity Killed the Cat - Eunchae
LOONA
Anastasis - Jinsoul ft Chuu (experimental)
MEOVV
Who Are You? - Sooin
Meddling - Anna
NMIXX
The Ghost of You - Sullyoon
Silly! - Lily (a continuation of The Ghost of You)
Tags : Threesome, Female Co-Workers, Body Worship, Feetlicking, Choking, Reverse Cowgirl, Sixty Nine Plus One, Penetration Plus Stimulation, Double Blowjob, Double Oral, Deepthroat, Kissing, Semi-Hardcore, Breeding, Office Wife, Kinky, Creampie, Spanking
Words : 10,200 Words
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, constant drone, a sound you’d long ago learned to filter out alongside the soft clatter of keyboards and the occasional, weary sigh from a neighboring cubicle. Your eyes burned, the lines of code on your monitor blurring into a gray, indecipherable soup. Another midnight oil session. Another deliverable that Yunjin had declared “urgent” at 4:59 PM on a Friday. Your body felt hollow, a vessel filled with nothing but caffeine jitters and a deep, bone-deep ache that no amount of stretching could reach.
Across the aisle, Kazuha’s head was pillowed on her folded arms, her dark hair spilling over her desk like an ink stain. She’d been that way for twenty minutes. Chaewon, two desks down, wasn’t faring much better. She was staring blankly at her screen, the vibrant purple of her sweater a stark, almost cruel contrast to the pallor of her face. The three of you were the last souls in this particular wing of NexaCorp’s innovation hub, the “promising young talents” Yunjin loved to trot out for investors, now ground into fine dust.
You pushed back from your desk, the wheels of your chair squeaking in the profound silence. The sound made Kazuha stir, lifting her head. Her eyes, usually bright and curious, were glassy with exhaustion. “Still alive?” she mumbled, her voice raspy from disuse.
“Barely,” you said, the word tasting like stale coffee. “My brain feels like overcooked noodles.”
Chaewon swiveled her chair slowly, the motion deliberate and tired. “Yunjin’s new timeline is a war crime. A literal, Geneva Convention-violating war crime.” She ran a hand through her blonde hair, which was usually sleek and perfect but now had a frizzy, defeated quality. “I haven’t seen my boyfriend in three days. He thinks I’ve joined a cult.”
“A cult of misery and stock options,” Kazuha added, resting her chin back on her arms. “I used to think this job would be… enlightening. You know? Cutting-edge. Instead, it’s just cutting away my will to live.”
A shared, humorless laugh passed between the three of you. It was a familiar ritual. The complaints were the same, the fatigue was the same. The only thing that ever changed was the depth of the despair. Tonight, it felt bottomless.
Chaewon’s gaze, however, shifted. It lost its vague, thousand-yard stare and sharpened, focusing on you with an intensity that felt new. She looked you up and down, not with the casual glance of a coworker, but with an appraisal that made the skin on your neck prickle. Her eyes lingered on your shoulders, your hands resting on the desk.
“You look like shit,” she said finally, but her tone wasn’t cruel. It was observational, almost clinical.
“Thanks. You too.”
“No, I mean it.” She stood up, the movement fluid despite the hour. She walked over, her heeled boots clicking softly on the linoleum until she was leaning against your cubicle partition. The scent of her perfume—something expensive and floral—cut through the sterile office air. “We all do. We’re rotting in here. Our brains are mush. Our bodies are… just sacks of tired meat.”
Kazuha watched, her head still on her arms, but her eyes were tracking Chaewon’s every move.
“What’s your point, Chaewon?” you asked, too tired for riddles.
“My point is,” she said, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial murmur, “we need a release valve. Something the company health plan doesn’t cover.” Her lips, painted a deep, smudged berry red, curved into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. It was a hungry, brittle thing. “My boyfriend is across the city, probably asleep. I’m here, vibrating with this… this awful, coiled-up energy. And you’re here.”
The implication hung in the air, thick and sudden. You blinked, sure you’d misheard her exhaustion-addled brain. But the look in her eye was unmistakable. It was a look of pure, unadulterated need, stripped of all pretense.
“Chaewon…” Kazuha’s voice was a whisper, but it held a note of warning, or maybe curiosity.
“Don’t ‘Chaewon’ me,” she shot back, her eyes still locked on you. “You feel it too. This place sucks the life out of you. It leaves this… this hollow, angry space. And sometimes, you just need to feel something else. Something real. Even if it’s just friction.”
Her words were blunt, vulgar in their honesty. They bypassed your tired mind and spoke directly to the part of you that was just as frayed, just as desperate for a sensation that wasn’t numbness. You’d noticed Chaewon before, of course. Everyone did. She had that effortless, sharp beauty—high cheekbones, a slender neck, legs that seemed to go on forever in her tailored pants. But this was different. This wasn’t admiration. This was an offer. A transaction of stress relief.
“The supply closet,” she said, nodding her head toward the far end of the floor. “The one with the broken light. No one goes in there after hours.”
“You’re serious,” you said, not a question.
“Deadly.” She reached out, her fingers brushing the back of your hand where it lay on the mouse. Her touch was electric against your tired skin. “Come on. Let’s be unprofessional for fifteen minutes.”
You looked at Kazuha. Her expression was unreadable, a mixture of shock, fascination, and something else—a flicker of the same desperate hunger. She gave a tiny, almost imperceptible shrug, as if to say, Why the hell not?
That was all the permission you needed. The rebellion of it, the sheer audacity, was a shot of adrenaline straight to your core. You stood up, your chair rolling back to bump softly against the desk.
Without another word, Chaewon turned and walked, her hips swaying with a purpose that had nothing to do with work. You followed, your heart hammering against your ribs, the fatigue momentarily burned away by a raw, buzzing anticipation. You heard the soft scrape of Kazuha’s chair behind you. She was following too.
The walk to the supply closet was the longest thirty seconds of your life. The empty office felt cavernous, every shadow a potential witness. Chaewon didn’t hesitate. She pushed the door open, the darkness inside yawning wide. She stepped in, pulling you after her by the wrist. Kazuha slipped in last, closing the door behind her with a soft, definitive click.
The darkness was absolute, smelling of dust, paper, and industrial cleaner. Then a phone screen flared to life, held by Chaewon, casting her face in an eerie blue glow. It highlighted the determined set of her jaw, the dark pools of her eyes.
“No light,” she whispered, her voice a low vibration in the confined space. “Just us.”
In the dim, shifting light from the phone she’d tossed onto a shelf, you saw her move. Her hands went to the waistband of her trousers. The button popped open. The zipper hissed down. She hooked her thumbs into the fabric of her trousers and her black lace panties and pushed them down in one smooth, decisive motion, just past the curve of her hips. The fabric pooled around her thighs, held up by her stocking-tops. She didn’t take them off. She just… made an opening.
The sight was profoundly illicit. The pale skin of her lower stomach, the dark shadow of her pubic hair just visible, the way her trousers and panties constricted around her strong thighs. She braced one hand against a shelf stacked with reams of paper, the other reaching back to guide your hand.
“Fuck me,” she said, the words not a request, not even a command, but a statement of fact. A solution to a problem. “Just fuck me. Don’t think. Don’t talk. Just… make me feel something that isn’t this.”
Your own hands felt clumsy as you fumbled with your belt, your own fatigue replaced by a throbbing, urgent need. This was madness. This was perfect. Kazuha was a silent statue in the corner, her eyes wide, reflecting the phone’s light as she watched.
You moved behind Chaewon, the rough fabric of your trousers brushing against the bare skin of her thighs. She was warm, so warm. You guided yourself, finding her entrance with a blunt, unceremonious push. She was wet. Slick and hot and ready, her body betraying a readiness her sharp words hadn’t hinted at. A soft, punched-out sound escaped her lips as you entered her, a gasp that was half relief, half pain.
And then you were moving. There was no tenderness, no slow build. It was a frantic, driving rhythm, a physical exorcism of every frustrating meeting, every impossible deadline. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the rustle of clothing, Chaewon’s sharp, controlled breaths turning into ragged moans she tried to stifle by biting her own wrist. Her free hand scrabbled against the metal shelf, knocking over a box of staples.
You gripped her hip, your fingers digging into the soft flesh above the bunched fabric of her trousers. Your other hand found its way to her throat, not squeezing, just resting there, feeling the frantic jump of her pulse under your palm. She arched her back, pushing herself onto you harder, faster.
“Yes,” she hissed, the word a serpentine sound in the dark. “Just like that. Fuck this job. Fuck Yunjin.”
It was over quickly, a storm that broke with sudden, violent intensity. You buried your face in the crook of her neck, smelling her perfume and sweat, as your bodies tensed and shuddered in unison. For a few seconds, there was only the sound of heavy breathing in the dusty dark.
You pulled away, the reality of the situation crashing back. Chaewon straightened up, pulling her trousers and panties back into place with efficient, unembarrassed motions. She turned, her face flushed, her berry lipstick smeared slightly at the corner of her mouth. She looked at you, then at Kazuha, who hadn’t moved.
“Better,” Chaewon stated, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She picked up her phone, the light now feeling intrusive. “See you at the stand-up tomorrow.”
And she was gone, slipping out of the closet and leaving you and Kazuha in stunned silence.
The air felt charged, thick with the scent of sex and shame and a strange, exhilarating defiance. Kazuha finally moved, stepping away from the wall. In the faint light from under the door, you could see her expression wasn’t one of judgment, but of dawning comprehension.
“Well,” she said, her voice barely audible. “That’s one way to handle a performance review.”
A week passed. The incident in the supply closet wasn’t mentioned. It hung between the three of you like a shared, dirty secret, a circuit breaker that had been tripped. Work was the same soul-crushing grind. Yunjin’s demands were relentless. But something had shifted.
You caught Chaewon looking at you sometimes during meetings, her gaze lingering just a second too long, a ghost of that hungry smile on her lips. It was Kazuha, however, who surprised you.
It was another late night, just the two of you this time, battling a server migration that was going spectacularly wrong. The stress was a tangible thing, a metallic taste in your mouth. You’d been troubleshooting for five hours straight.
“I can’t,” Kazuha finally said, throwing her headset onto the desk. “My eyes are crossing. If I see one more error log, I’m going to scream.”
“Don’t scream. Yunjin might hear and give us more work,” you muttered, rubbing your temples.
Kazuha stood up and walked over to your desk. She didn’t have Chaewon’s predatory grace. Her energy was quieter, more coiled. She leaned against your desk, her thigh brushing your arm. She was wearing a soft, cream-colored sweater and a knee-length skirt.
“Chaewon was right, you know,” she said, her voice soft. “About needing a release.” She looked down at you, her dark eyes searching your face. “It’s all just… pressure. Up here.” She tapped her temple. “And down here.” Her hand drifted, almost unconsciously, to her lower stomach.
You stared up at her, the code on your monitor forgotten. “Kazuha…”
“I’ve never done anything like that,” she admitted, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “I’m the ‘good one’. The one who follows the rules. And look where it’s gotten me. I’m just as miserable as everyone else.” She bit her lip, a nervous habit you’d seen a hundred times before, but now it felt charged. “I think about it. What you two did. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw. Her touch was tentative, exploring. “Would it be so wrong?” she whispered. “To feel good for a few minutes? To forget?”
This was different from Chaewon’s blunt demand. This was a question, an invitation wrapped in vulnerability. It was infinitely more dangerous. You stood up, the motion bringing you close to her. You could see the fine tremble in her lower lip.
You didn’t answer with words. You leaned in and kissed her.
It was nothing like the frantic, angry coupling in the supply closet. This was slow. Painfully slow. Her lips were soft, yielding at first, then parting with a small, surprised sigh. You tasted the coffee she’d been drinking, and something sweeter, uniquely her. Your hands came up to cradle her face, your thumbs stroking her cheeks as your mouths moved together in a deepening, searching rhythm.
One of your hands slid down, over the soft wool of her sweater, to the small of her back, pulling her gently against you. You could feel the warmth of her body through your clothes, the rapid beat of her heart. Her own hands came up to clutch at the fabric of your shirt, holding on as if she were adrift.
You broke the kiss, both of you breathing heavily. Her eyes were wide, dark pools in the dim office light. “The conference room,” she breathed. “The one on the south side. It has a lock.”
Hand in hand, you walked there, a silent, urgent procession. The empty halls felt like a dream. Inside the conference room, you flicked the lock and turned to her. The large glass table reflected the city lights bleeding in from the window.
This time, there was more undressing. Not all of it, but enough. You helped her out of her sweater, revealing a simple, lace-trimmed camisole beneath. You kissed her again, pushing her back gently until she was sitting on the edge of the massive table, the cool glass seeping through her skirt. You knelt before her, your hands sliding up her stocking-clad legs, feeling the powerful muscles of her thighs tense under your touch.
You kissed the inside of her knee, then higher, your mouth moving up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She gasped, her fingers tangling in your hair. You reached the hem of her skirt, pushed it up, and found her panties—simple cotton, now damp with her arousal. You mouthed her through the fabric, feeling her jump, hearing a low moan tear from her throat.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice shaking.
You hooked your fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down, just enough. You didn’t remove her skirt. You just created an access, a secret space in the shadowy folds of fabric. And then you lowered your head.
The first touch of your tongue made her cry out, a sharp, sweet sound that echoed in the empty room. She was different from Chaewon—softer, more responsive in a trembling, overwhelmed way. You licked a slow, broad stripe through her folds, savoring her taste, musky and clean. Her hands tightened in your hair, not pushing, just holding on.
You focused on her clit, circling it with the tip of your tongue, then sucking it gently between your lips. Her thighs trembled on either side of your head, trying to close, but you were there, holding them open. Her hips began to move, rocking in tiny, desperate circles against your mouth. You slid a hand up under her camisole, finding her breast, her nipple hardening instantly against your palm. You rolled it between your fingers as you continued to taste her, the twin sensations pulling ragged sobs from her.
“Oh, god… oh, fuck,” she chanted, her head thrown back, the cords of her neck standing out. “Don’t stop, please, please don’t stop…”
You didn’t. You drank her in, licking and sucking until her movements became frantic, until her pleas dissolved into wordless cries. Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her body bowing off the table, her thighs clamping around your ears as she shook, a long, silent scream on her lips before she collapsed back, panting.
You rested your forehead against her thigh, breathing heavily. The taste of her was on your lips, the scent of her filled your head. After a moment, she slid off the table, her legs wobbling, and sank to her knees in front of you. Her eyes were hazy with pleasure as she looked up at you, her smudged lipstick a dark bloom on her mouth.
“My turn,” she said, her voice husky.
Her hands went to your belt. This was new. This was reciprocal. As she worked you free, you realized the dynamic had irrevocably changed. This wasn’t a one-time stress relief. This was a pattern. A pact.
And you were a willing participant.
The next day felt different. The weight of the work was still there, a constant low-grade ache in your skull, but now it was layered over with a buzzing, feverish memory. The scent of Kazuha’s skin, the taste of Chaewon’s sweat. It was a secret fuel, burning quietly beneath the surface of spreadsheets and code reviews. You moved through the morning tasks in a haze, your mind replaying the conference room, the supply closet, the feel of bodies yielding under your hands.
Chaewon was at her desk, typing with a ferocious speed that seemed to mock the sluggish pace of your own thoughts. Kazuha was quieter, her movements deliberate, but you caught her glancing at you once, a quick flicker of her eyes that held a warmth you hadn’t seen before. It was noon when the first break came. Yunjin had declared a mandatory fifteen-minute “mental reset” period, a hollow corporate gesture that everyone used to scavenge for coffee or stare blankly at their phones.
You wandered into the break room, a sterile space of stainless steel appliances and beige walls. The smell of burnt popcorn lingered in the air. You poured yourself a cup of water from the cooler, the plastic cup feeling flimsy in your hand.
Chaewon appeared at the doorway, her silhouette sharp against the fluorescent hallway light. She didn’t look at the snacks or the coffee machine. She looked directly at you, her expression devoid of its usual brittle humor. It was flat, focused, predatory.
“You,” she said, her voice cutting through the quiet hum of the refrigerator. “Come here.”
She didn’t wait for you to respond. She turned and walked back into the hallway, but not toward the main office area. She headed for the smaller, secondary break room—a narrower space with a single counter, a sink, and a microwave. It was rarely used. You followed, your pulse kicking up a notch.
She pushed the door open, and you stepped in after her. She didn’t turn around. She walked to the counter, a laminate surface that ran along one wall, and placed her palms flat on it. She leaned forward, her back to you, her head bowed. The posture was deliberate, a statement.
“I didn’t get enough,” she said, her voice low and taut. “Last week was a tease. It scratched the surface. Today… today I feel like I’m going to tear someone’s head off if I don’t get fucked properly.”
She straightened slightly, turning her head to look at you over her shoulder. Her eyes were dark, intense. “This isn’t a negotiation. It’s a requirement. For my sanity. For yours, probably. Get over here and fuck me on this counter. Hard. Fast. No talking.”
The vulgarity of the demand, stripped of any pretense of romance or seduction, was a shockwave that went straight to your gut. You felt your cock stir, thickening against the fabric of your trousers, a blunt, obedient response to her raw command. You moved toward her, the small room shrinking around you, filled only with the scent of her perfume and the aggressive energy she radiated.
She didn’t adjust her clothes. She kept her sleek black trousers on, her heeled boots planted firmly on the tile floor. She simply hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her trousers and her panties—black lace again, you knew without seeing—and shoved them down just enough. The fabric slid past the curve of her hips, bunching around the tops of her thighs, creating a narrow window of exposed skin. The pale swell of her ass, the shadowed cleft, the dark hair of her pussy just visible.
“Now,” she breathed, the word a final punctuation.
You unbuttoned your own trousers, your movements quicker this time, less clumsy. You freed yourself, your cock already hard, standing thick and eager against your stomach. You stepped up behind her, the rough wool of your trousers brushing against the smooth skin of her thighs. You placed a hand on her hip, feeling the firm muscle beneath. The other hand you brought to her throat, not to choke, but to hold, to claim a bit of control in this storm she was orchestrating. Your palm felt the rapid flutter of her pulse.
You guided yourself to her entrance, finding it slick and hot even before contact. She was wet, a ready, welcoming heat that defied her aggressive tone. You pushed into her without ceremony, a single, deep thrust that buried you inside her to the root.
A sharp, guttural sound tore from her throat, a mix of pain and profound relief. Her body arched, her back bowing, her hands gripping the edge of the counter for stability. You began to move immediately, a driving, punishing rhythm that had no patience for gentle exploration. Each thrust was a solid, heavy impact, your hips hammering against the backs of her thighs, the sound of your bodies colliding a wet, rhythmic slap in the small room.
Chaewon’s breath came in ragged, torn gasps. She pushed back against you, meeting every thrust with a fierce counter-force, her hips rocking to take you deeper. “Faster,” she snarled, her voice strained. “Harder. Fuck me like you hate this job.”
You obliged. Your grip on her hip tightened, your fingers digging into her flesh. Your other hand stayed at her throat, feeling her swallow, feeling her muscles tense as she absorbed each plunge. The angle was deep, each push grinding your cockhead against the innermost parts of her, a brutal pressure that made her gasp and curse.
“Yes… fuck, yes…” she moaned, her words dissolving into a stream of filthy encouragement. “Use me. Just use me. Pound this fucking stress out of me.”
The counter shook under her weight. A mug sitting near the sink rattled. The world outside this room—the deadlines, the emails, Yunjin’s voice—disintegrated into a white noise behind the pounding beat of this raw, physical exorcism. You fucked her with a single-minded intensity, your own stress, your own coiled frustration, translating directly into the force of your thrusts. Sweat beaded on your forehead, dripped down your back. Her perfume mingled with the salty, musky scent of sex, of exertion, of release.
You felt her pussy begin to clench around you, a series of tight, involuntary spasms that gripped your shaft. Her breathing turned jagged, erratic. “I’m… I’m gonna…” she choked out, her body tensing, her fingers scrabbling at the laminate countertop.
You didn’t slow. You kept fucking her, pushing her through that threshold. Her orgasm hit her violently, a convulsion that rippled through her entire frame. Her thighs shook, her back arched impossibly high, and a sharp, guttural cry erupted from her, loud and unfiltered in the small room. Her pussy clamped down on you, a series of rapid, fluttering contractions that felt like a velvet fist milking your cock.
As her climax subsided into trembling aftershocks, you felt your own peak approaching, a tidal pressure building in your balls. You drove into her one last time, burying yourself as deep as you could go, and let go. A hot, urgent rush flooded out of you, filling her, a thick pulse of release that seemed to echo the frantic rhythm of your thrusts. You stayed there, pressed against her, your cock twitching inside her as the last of your cum spilled into her depths.
For a few seconds, there was only the sound of heavy, labored breathing, the hum of the refrigerator, and the wet, intimate sound of your bodies still joined.
Then, a new sound. A soft, hesitant clearing of a throat.
You both turned your heads, still connected, to see Kazuha standing at the open doorway. She hadn’t entered. She was just there, watching. Her face was flushed, her lips parted. Her eyes were wide, fixed on the scene—Chaewon bent over the counter, trousers and panties bunched at her thighs, your hand still on her throat, your body still flush against her backside.
Chaewon, still panting, let out a low, breathless laugh. “See something you like?” she rasped, her voice hoarse.
Kazuha didn’t answer immediately. She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The space was now crowded with three bodies, the air thick with sex and sweat. She looked at Chaewon, then at you, her expression a complex tapestry of shock, envy, and a hungry curiosity that mirrored Chaewon’s own earlier look.
“I didn’t want to miss out,” Kazuha said softly, her voice trembling slightly. “I was… walking by. I heard.”
Chaewon slowly straightened, pushing you back with a slight shift of her hips. You withdrew, your cock slick and glistening, dripping with a mix of her fluids and your own. Chaewon pulled her trousers and panties back up with that same efficient, unembarrassed motion. She turned to face Kazuha, her face still flushed, her lipstick smeared.
“It’s not a private club,” Chaewon said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Membership is open. Stress is the only prerequisite.”
Kazuha’s gaze dropped to your still-exposed cock, then back up to your face. Her own need was palpable, a quiet vibration in the air. “I feel it too,” she admitted. “All day. Since yesterday… it’s just sitting there, in my stomach. A knot.”
Chaewon smirked. “Well, we have a solution for knots.” She looked at you. “You’re not done, are you?”
You weren’t. The sight of Kazuha, her vulnerability mixed with this new, bold hunger, reignited the fire in your gut. You stepped toward her, and she didn’t retreat. She stepped closer, her body almost touching yours.
“What do you want?” you asked her, your voice rough.
She looked down, then up, meeting your eyes with a newfound resolve. “I want… what she got. But… different.” Her hands came up, trembling, to the buttons of her blouse. She began to undo them, one by one. “I want to feel… everything.”
Chaewon watched, her eyes gleaming with a feral interest. “This room is too small for just standing,” she observed. She gestured to the floor. “Get creative.”
The suggestion hung in the air, a catalyst. Kazuha finished unbuttoning her blouse, letting it hang open to reveal a simple white camisole beneath. She didn’t remove it. She just let it hang, an open invitation. Then she knelt on the tile floor, the cool surface probably uncomfortable, but she didn’t seem to care. She looked up at you, her eyes pleading.
Chaewon moved too. She came to stand beside Kazuha, then lowered herself to the floor as well, mirroring Kazuha’s position. They knelt side by side, facing you, their faces level with your groin. The visual was staggering—Chaewon’s sharp, predatory beauty and Kazuha’s softer, earnest need, both focused on the same target.
“Sixty-nine,” Chaewon said, her tone instructional. “But with a plus one.” She glanced at Kazuha. “You take him. I’ll take you.”
Kazuha’s eyes widened, but she nodded, a slow, accepting motion. She understood. She leaned forward, her hands reaching for your cock. Her touch was softer than Chaewon’s, more exploratory. She gripped your shaft, her fingers stroking the length, feeling the thickness that made her own fingers seem small. She brought her mouth to the head, her lips parting, and took you inside.
The sensation was immediate and intense—the warm, wet seal of her mouth, the gentle pressure of her tongue sliding along your underside. You groaned, a deep sound that echoed in the room.
Chaewon didn’t wait. She shifted her position, turning to face Kazuha’s lower body. Kazuha was still in her skirt, a knee-length, conservative office garment. Chaewon simply pushed the fabric up, bunching it around Kazuha’s waist, exposing her thighs and her simple cotton panties. Chaewon didn’t bother removing them. She hooked her fingers into the side, pulled them aside, and dove in.
Kazuha gasped, the sensation of Chaewon’s mouth on her pussy interrupting her focus on you. Her head jerked back slightly, but Chaewon’s hands held her hips firmly, keeping her in place. Chaewon’s technique was different from yours—aggressive, direct, her tongue moving with a ruthless efficiency. Kazuha moaned, a sound muffled by your cock still in her mouth, her body trembling.
You watched, your hand coming to rest on Kazuha’s head, fingers threading through her dark hair. Chaewon’s head was buried between Kazuha’s thighs, her blonde hair swaying as she worked. Kazuha, in turn, was sucking you with a growing desperation, her mouth moving down your shaft, taking more of you in, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to accommodate your thickness. Her face strained with the effort, her jaw working, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration.
Chaewon’s hands moved from Kazuha’s hips to her own trousers. She unbuttoned them again, pushed them down just past her ass, and then guided your free hand to her. You understood. While Kazuha sucked your cock, and Chaewon ate Kazuha’s pussy, you would touch Chaewon. The “plus one.”
You reached down, your fingers finding Chaewon’s exposed wetness. She was already slick, swollen from your earlier fucking. You slid a finger inside her, then two, feeling her inner muscles clench around your intrusion. She groaned against Kazuha’s flesh, her rhythm becoming more frantic, her tongue driving harder against Kazuha’s clit.
It was a circuit of sensation—a feedback loop of pleasure. Kazuha’s moans, vibrating around your cock, spurred Chaewon’s efforts, which made Kazuha buck and writhe, which made her suck you harder and deeper, which made your fingers work Chaewon more intensely. The room filled with the sounds of wet, sloppy sucking, of Chaewon’s hungry licks, of Kazuha’s choked gasps, of your own ragged breathing.
Chaewon’s head moved with a relentless pace, her tongue spearing into Kazuha’s folds, then circling her clit, then plunging back in. Kazuha’s body began to convulse, her thighs shaking, her hips trying to thrust against Chaewon’s face. Chaewon held her firm, eating her with a voracious hunger that seemed to consume Kazuha’s stress, her tension, her pent-up energy, transforming it into raw, physical release.
Kazuha’s orgasm arrived with a silent, shuddering intensity. Her body locked, her back arching, her mouth clamping down on your cock in a sudden, tight suction. A flood of wetness spilled from her, soaking Chaewon’s chin, dripping onto the tile floor. Kazuha cried out, the sound garbled around your shaft, as she trembled through the peak.
Chaewon didn’t stop. She kept lapping at Kazuha, drinking in her climax, her own hips rocking against your hand. You added a third finger inside her, stretching her, feeling her pussy grasp and release around your digits. Chaewon’s own moans grew louder, more urgent.
Kazuha, recovering, renewed her efforts on your cock. Her mouth moved with a frantic, needy pace now, her tongue swirling around your head, her hand pumping the base of your shaft. She looked up at you, her eyes tear-filled and hazy, a silent plea for you to finish.
Chaewon pulled her face back from Kazuha’s thighs, her chin glistening. She looked at you, her eyes wild. “Now fuck her,” she commanded, her voice thick with her own arousal. “While I watch. While I feel you in me.”
You pulled back from Kazuha’s mouth, your cock dripping with her saliva. Kazuha collapsed back onto her heels, panting, her blouse hanging open, her camisole damp with sweat. Chaewon shifted, moving to sit against the wall, her trousers still bunched at her thighs, her pussy exposed and glistening from your fingers. She spread her legs, an open invitation.
You turned to Kazuha. She understood. She moved, not to stand, but to position herself on her knees, facing Chaewon. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on Chaewon’s thighs, and lowered her head between Chaewon’s legs. She took Chaewon’s pussy into her mouth, mimicking what Chaewon had done to her.
Chaewon groaned, her head tilting back against the wall. “Fuck yeah,” she breathed, her hands coming to Kazuha’s head, guiding her.
You moved behind Kazuha. Her skirt was still bunched up around her waist, her panties pulled aside. Her pussy was swollen, wet, open from Chaewon’s ministrations and her own orgasm. You positioned yourself, your cock finding her entrance with ease. You pushed into her, a deep, smooth penetration that made her cry out, the sound muffled by Chaewon’s flesh.
You began to fuck her, a slower rhythm now but still firm, still deep. Each thrust pushed Kazuha forward, her mouth driving deeper into Chaewon. Each withdrawal pulled her back, her lips leaving Chaewon briefly before diving back in. It was a synchronized motion—your hips pumping, Kazuha’s body rocking, Chaewon’s hips lifting to meet Kazuha’s mouth.
Chaewon’s hands gripped Kazuha’s hair, holding her in place as Kazuha licked and sucked. Chaewon’s eyes were locked on you, watching your cock slide into Kazuha, watching your body move. “Look at that,” Chaewon moaned, her voice ragged. “Look at you fucking her while she eats me. God, that’s hot.”
You focused on Kazuha, on the feel of her tight, wet channel around you, on the way her body yielded to each thrust. You reached around her, your hands finding her breasts under her open blouse and camisole. You squeezed them, feeling her nipples harden against your palms. Kazuha moaned again, the vibration traveling through her mouth into Chaewon’s core.
Chaewon’s breathing became frantic. “I’m close… fuck, Kazuha, don’t stop… and you… fuck her harder…”
You obeyed, increasing your pace, your thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. Kazuha’s body shook with each impact, her ass slapping against your thighs, her moans growing louder, less controlled. Chaewon’s thighs tensed, her hips bucking against Kazuha’s face. Her head thrashed back against the wall.
“Now,” Chaewon snarled, her body convulsing. “Fuck, now!”
Kazuha redoubled her efforts, her tongue driving deep, her lips sucking hard. Chaewon’s orgasm erupted—a sharp, loud cry that filled the room, her body stiffening, her pussy clenching around Kazuha’s tongue. A fresh gush of wetness spilled from her, soaking Kazuha’s chin.
The sight, the sounds, the feel of Kazuha tightening around your cock as she witnessed Chaewon’s climax—it pushed you over your own edge. You gripped Kazuha’s hips, holding her steady, and drove into her one final, deep time. You buried yourself as far as you could go, feeling your cockhead press against the deepest part of her, a pressure that made her gasp and shudder. Then you let go.
Your release was a flood, a hot, urgent rush that filled Kazuha’s pussy, spilling deep into her. You kept thrusting through it, pumping your cum into her, feeling her inner muscles flutter and grasp around your shaft as she received you. She moaned, a long, trembling sound, her body accepting every pulse.
When you finally slowed, pulling out slowly, the room was a tableau of exhausted, sweaty bodies. Kazuha collapsed forward, her head resting on Chaewon’s thigh, panting. Chaewon slumped against the wall, her eyes closed, a sheen of sweat on her forehead. You stood, your cock slick and dripping, the air thick with the musk of sex—sweet, salty, profoundly human.
For a long minute, no one spoke. The only sounds were the ragged draws of breath, the hum of the appliances, the drip of fluids onto the tile.
Chaewon finally opened her eyes. She looked at Kazuha, then at you, and a slow, genuine smile spread across her face—not the brittle, hungry smirk from before, but something softer, more satisfied. “Well,” she said, her voice hoarse but bright. “That definitely cleared my head.”
Kazuha lifted her head, her face a mess of sweat, saliva, and Chaewon’s fluids. She smiled too, a shy, dazed grin. “Mine too.”
You pulled your clothes back into some semblance of order, your body humming with a deep, satiated fatigue that was entirely different from the work-induced exhaustion. The three of you helped each other up, straightened clothing, wiped faces with paper towels from the sink. There was a strange camaraderie in the aftermath, a shared secret that felt heavier, more binding, than before.
You left the break room together, walking back into the main office area. The fluorescent lights felt different now, less oppressive. The hum of computers was just background noise. You returned to your desks, to your screens, to the unfinished code.
But the rest of the day was transformed. Chaewon typed with a relaxed, almost playful speed. Kazuha moved with a quiet confidence. You found yourself solving problems with a clarity that had been missing for weeks. You exchanged glances, small smiles that held a world of meaning. Their hair was messy, strands escaping from careful styles. Their clothes were damp with sweat, blouses clinging to skin, skirts wrinkled. And underneath their clothing, their pussies were wet, filled with your cum, a secret warmth they carried through the afternoon.
The dopamine from the encounter was a palpable drug, brightening their moods, softening the edges of Yunjin’s harsh emails. They laughed at things that weren’t funny, smirked at passing colleagues, shared a private, knowing look across the aisle. The stress was still there, but it was background noise now, drowned out by the lingering echo of flesh and pleasure.
At 5:03 PM, as you were packing up your laptop, your phone buzzed with a notification. You glanced at it. An Instagram DM. A new group. Kazuha had created it. The group name was just a period, a simple dot. The members were you, Chaewon, and Kazuha.
The first message appeared, from Kazuha.
“My apartment. Tonight. 8 PM. No excuses.”
A second message, from Chaewon, followed immediately.
“Bring your fucking stamina.”
The elevator hummed, a low mechanical purr that did nothing to calm the frantic drumming in your chest. The plastic bag in your hand felt absurdly light, the bottles of soju and wine within clinking softly with each movement. You were late. Not fashionably late. Stressfully late. The clock on your phone had mocked you all through the stalled traffic, the frantic stop at the liquor store, the sprint to Kazuha’s building. Now, standing in the mirrored elevator, you saw your own reflection—hair slightly mussed, shirt wrinkled from the day, eyes holding a wild, anticipatory gleam.
The doors slid open on the fourteenth floor. And there she was.
Kazuha leaned against the wall opposite the elevator, a vision that made your throat go dry. She wasn’t in office attire. The risky, sexy red lace bikini was more a series of strategic connections than actual clothing. Tiny triangles of crimson lace barely contained the full, pale swell of her breasts, the nipples visibly peaked and dark beneath the sheer fabric. A matching scrap of lace sat low on her hips, doing little to hide the neat triangle of dark hair beneath. Over it all, she wore a black lace robe, utterly see-through, the gossamer fabric doing nothing but adding a layer of tantalizing shadow to her form. The robe hung open, revealing the entirety of the bikini and the smooth, toned planes of her stomach.
Her face broke into a smile that was both sweet and dangerously knowing. “You made it,” she breathed, her voice a husky whisper. She pushed off the wall and closed the distance between you in two graceful steps. The scent of her hit you—jasmine and something warmer, skin-warmed and intimate.
She didn’t wait for you to speak. She took your free hand in both of hers, her fingers cool and soft. She tugged you gently out of the elevator and down the plush, silent hallway. As you walked, she pressed herself against your side, her head tilting to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. Her lips brushed your skin, a ghost of a touch.
“Mmm. You’re warm,” she murmured. Her breath was hot. “What did you bring us?”
You managed to lift the bag. “Soju. And a cabernet. I wasn’t sure…”
“Perfect,” she interrupted, her teeth grazing your earlobe in a gentle bite that sent a jolt straight to your groin. “We’ll need the fuel.”
She stopped at a door, number 1407, and produced a key. With a click, she pushed it open, still holding your hand, and pulled you inside.
The apartment was warm, dimly lit by a few lamps, smelling of sandalwood incense and clean linen. And in the center of the living room, caught in a pool of golden light from a floor lamp, was Chaewon.
She was in the process of stepping into a pair of black lace panties, the fabric sheer and intricate. She hadn’t yet put on the matching bra, which lay discarded on the back of a sofa. Her small, pert breasts were bare, the nipples a deep, flushed pink and already hardened. She froze, one foot through the panty leg, and looked up as you entered.
Her face, which had been focused, transformed. Her eyes, sharp and intense, lit up with a predatory delight. She finished pulling the panties up, the lace settling high on her hips, and then she was stalking toward you, completely topless, her movements a fluid, confident prowl.
“Why the hell are you so fucking late?” she demanded, but she was smiling, a wide, wicked grin. She didn’t stop until she was right in front of you. She smacked your arm, a playful but stinging slap. “You’ve been making us wait. We’ve been sitting here, thinking about you, getting all… worked up.”
Her gaze dropped pointedly to your trousers. You could feel your cock, thick and heavy, already straining against the zipper, twitching violently at the dual presence of them—Kazuha’s soft, perfumed warmth at your side, Chaewon’s bare-chested, aggressive energy in front of you. The air in the room felt charged, thick with intention.
You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry. “Traffic,” you managed, the word sounding weak.
Chaewon scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Excuses.” She reached out and plucked the bag from your hand, her fingers brushing yours. She peered inside. “Good. Now, clothes. Off. We’re not doing this with you dressed like you’re still at your desk.”
But Kazuha was already moving. While Chaewon turned to place the bottles on a low coffee table, Kazuha stepped in front of you. Her hands came up to frame your face. Her eyes, dark and liquid, searched yours.
“Ignore her,” Kazuha whispered, her voice trembling with a need that felt raw, untamed. “She’s just impatient. I’ve been waiting too. Thinking about your hands. Your mouth.” She leaned in, her lips hovering just a breath from yours. “Fuck me up. Use me however you want. I need it. I need to feel… owned.”
Her kiss wasn’t gentle. It was a hungry, open-mouthed collision, her tongue sliding against yours with a desperate urgency. The taste of her was mint and wine. Her hands slid from your face into your hair, gripping tightly, pulling you deeper into the kiss. The sheer robe slipped from one of her shoulders, baring the red lace strap and the smooth curve of her shoulder.
A low, approving chuckle came from Chaewon. “That’s my girl. No more good-girl bullshit.”
The kiss broke, and Kazuha was panting, her lips swollen and glistening. “Please,” she breathed, the word a plea that bypassed your brain and went straight to your cock.
You didn’t hesitate. You bent, sliding one arm behind her knees, the other around her back, and lifted her. She was light, her body yielding as she wrapped her arms around your neck, her legs around your waist. The flimsy robe fell open completely, and the heat of her core, separated from you by just a whisper of red lace, pressed against your stomach. You carried her, following her murmured directions, through an archway into a bedroom.
It was Kazuha’s space—softer, with cream-colored bedding and a large, inviting bed. You laid her down on the duvet, her dark hair fanning out around her. You followed her down, your body covering hers, and your mouth found her neck. You kissed, then sucked, then bit down gently on the tender skin where her neck met her shoulder. She cried out, a sharp, beautiful sound, her back arching, pushing her lace-covered breasts against your chest.
“Yes,” she hissed, her hands scrabbling at your shirt. “More. Mark me.”
You complied, leaving a rosy bloom on her skin, your lips traveling lower, over her collarbone, toward the tempting swell of her breasts. But you didn’t stop there. You moved down her body, your hands pushing the open robe completely out of the way. You hooked your fingers into the sides of her tiny red lace panties. She lifted her hips, a silent, eager cooperation, and you pulled them down her thighs, past her knees, and off, tossing them aside. They landed on the floor with a soft, insignificant whisper.
Now she was bare from the waist down, the black lace robe framing her nakedness like a sinful portrait. Her thighs fell open, an invitation. The sight of her pussy, already glistening, the lips swollen and parted, the dark, neat curls damp, made your own breath catch. You settled between her legs, your hands sliding under her thighs, pushing them wider, lifting them to rest over your shoulders. The position opened her completely, exposing every delicate, wet fold to your gaze.
You didn’t tease. You leaned in and buried your face in her.
The first, broad stroke of your tongue from her entrance all the way up to her clit was a revelation. She tasted clean, musky, intensely female. A sharp, guttural moan tore from her throat, and her hands flew to your head, her fingers tangling in your hair, not to push you away, but to hold you there. “Oh god, right there, fuck, your tongue…”
You ate her with a single-minded hunger, your own stress and the day’s tension dissolving into this act of worship. Your tongue delved into her entrance, fucking into her with short, firm strokes, gathering her wetness. You circled her opening, then moved upward, focusing on her clit. You sucked the stiff, swollen bud into your mouth, applying gentle pressure with your lips while your tongue flicked rapidly over the tip.
Kazuha’s body became a live wire. Her hips bucked off the bed, trying to grind against your face. Her thighs tightened around your head, trembling with the strain. A stream of filthy, broken praise fell from her lips. “Yes, like that, suck it, lick me, don’t stop, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come all over your fucking face…”
You added a finger, sliding it easily into her sopping channel alongside your tongue. You curled it, searching, and found that rough, spongy spot inside her. You pressed against it, rhythmically, in time with the flicks of your tongue on her clit.
Her reaction was instantaneous and violent. Her back bowed off the mattress, a strangled scream ripping from her lungs. Her pussy clenched around your finger in a series of brutal, rhythmic pulses, and a gush of hot, clear fluid erupted from her, soaking your chin, your mouth, dripping down onto the duvet beneath her. She squirted, the release sudden and profuse, a testament to the intensity of her climax. Her legs shook uncontrollably, her heels digging into your back as she rode out the wave, her cries dissolving into shuddering, helpless sobs.
You kept your mouth on her, drinking her in, licking her through the aftershocks until she was whimpering and pushing weakly at your head, oversensitive.
A weight dipped the bed beside you. You looked up, your face wet, to see Chaewon. She had shed her panties and was now completely naked except for the black lace bra she’d finally put on. She knelt next to Kazuha’s head, her eyes dark with lust.
“My turn to play,” Chaewon purred. She leaned down, her small breasts swaying, and took one of Kazuha’s peaked, lace-covered nipples into her mouth. She sucked hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive nub through the fabric.
Kazuha, still spasming from her orgasm, jolted again, a fresh moan breaking from her. “Chaewon… fuck…”
“Shhh,” Chaewon murmured, switching to the other nipple, sucking just as fiercely. “Just feel it. He’s not done with you.”
She was right. The sight of Chaewon sucking Kazuha’s tits while you were between her legs, the taste of Kazuha’s climax still on your lips, drove you into a frenzy. You pulled back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You needed to be inside her. Now.
You moved up her body, your knees pushing her thighs wide. You fumbled with your belt, your button, your zipper, your fingers clumsy with need. Chaewon, noticing, chuckled against Kazuha’s breast. She reached over, her hand deft and sure, and finished the job for you. She yanked your trousers and boxers down just enough to free your cock.
It sprang out, fully erect, thick and veined, the head already flushed a deep purple and beaded with precum. Chaewon’s eyes widened appreciatively. “Fuck, look at that,” she breathed. “No wonder she’s a mess.”
You didn’t need guidance. You positioned yourself at Kazuha’s entrance, which was swollen, puffy, and dripping wet from her orgasm and your mouth. You looked down at her. Her face was flushed, her lips parted, her eyes glazed and fixed on yours. She reached down between her own legs, her fingers spreading her folds wider for you, an invitation that was almost obscene.
“Breed me,” she whispered, the words raw and desperate. “Please. I need to feel you fill me up. I want it. I want your cum so deep inside me it never leaves.”
The crude, primal demand shattered your last shred of control. You gripped her hips, your fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs, and you shoved into her.
The penetration was a blunt, overwhelming stretch. She was tight, incredibly so, but so wet that your cock sank in, a slow, inexorable invasion that made her eyes roll back. You buried yourself to the hilt in one long, deep thrust, your pelvis meeting hers with a soft, wet smack. You were sheathed completely inside her, your cockhead pressing insistently against the deepest part of her, a pressure that felt like it was bruising her cervix.
“Fuuuuck,” Kazuha wailed, her body accepting the intrusion with a full-body shudder. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around you, a desperate, velvety grip.
You began to move. You fucked her with a slow, deep, punishing rhythm, each withdrawal almost complete before plunging back in to that same profound depth. The angle was perfect, the head of your cock grinding against her cervix with every inward stroke. The wet, slapping sounds of your bodies meeting filled the room, a lewd soundtrack to the scene.
Kazuha was incoherent. Her hands flew to her own breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples through the red lace. Her head thrashed side to side on the pillow. Chaewon watched, rapt, her own hand slipping between her legs, her fingers working her clit in fast, tight circles as she observed you claiming Kazuha.
“Look at her take it,” Chaewon moaned, her voice ragged. “Look at how your fat cock is splitting her open. She loves it. She’s a fucking breeding slut for you.”
Kazuha could only nod frantically, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. “Yes! Yes, I am! More! Harder! Make me yours!”
You obliged. Your pace increased, the thrusts becoming faster, harder, more animalistic. Your balls slapped against her ass with each drive. The bedframe began a rhythmic creak of protest. You leaned forward, bracing yourself on your hands beside her head, your body covering hers. Your faces were inches apart. You could see every flicker of pleasure and pain in her eyes.
“You want my cum?” you growled, the words coming out rough, foreign to your own ears. “You want me to knock you up?”
“Yes!” she screamed, her legs locking around your waist, her heels digging into your ass, trying to pull you even deeper. “Do it! Fill my fucking womb! I don’t care! Just give it to me!”
The visual, the feel, the filthy, breeding-focused demands pushed you to the brink. You felt the telltale tightening in your balls, the heat coiling at the base of your spine. You drove into her one last, final time, hilting yourself so deep you felt your pubic bone grind against her clit. You held there, buried to the root, as your orgasm erupted.
It was a volcanic release. Thick, hot pulses of cum shot from your cock, directly into her depths, flooding her channel, spurting against her waiting cervix. You groaned, a deep, guttural sound of absolute release, as you emptied yourself into her. Kazuha felt it. Her eyes flew wide, a look of shock and profound satisfaction crossing her face as she felt the hot rush filling her. Her own body clenched around you in a second, lesser orgasm, her pussy milking your cock for every last drop.
You collapsed on top of her, spent, your cock still twitching inside her, still plugged deep, keeping your cum contained within her. For a long moment, there was only the sound of ragged, panting breaths.
Chaewon’s voice broke the silence, husky with her own arousal. “My turn.”
You slowly, reluctantly, pulled out of Kazuha. A soft, wet sound accompanied your withdrawal, and a trickle of your mixed fluids—her slickness and your cum—escaped her, staining the cream duvet beneath her. Kazuha made a soft, disappointed sound but didn’t move, her body boneless, her eyes closed in satiated bliss.
You turned to Chaewon. She was on her knees on the bed, her back to you. She had pushed her lace bra up, exposing her small breasts, and was looking at you over her shoulder. Her expression was pure, unadulterated lust.
“I want you to fuck me rough, daddy,” she said, her voice low and commanding. She reached back, spreading the cheeks of her ass with both hands, offering you a view of her tight, pink asshole and, just below, her glistening, swollen pussy lips. “This hole of mine is yours. Wreck it.”
A sliver of rationality pierced the haze. You remembered the boyfriend. The pictures on her desk. The normalcy that existed outside this bubble of stress and sex.
“Are you sure about this, Chae?” you asked, your voice still rough.
She froze, her brow furrowing in genuine confusion. She turned her upper body to look at you more fully. “What’s wrong?”
“You have a boyfriend,” you said, the words feeling stupid and out of place in this den of sin.
Chaewon’s confusion melted into a look of utter contempt. She let out a short, sharp laugh. “Fuck him,” she spat. “His dick is so tiny, it couldn’t even reach the entrance. It’s like being poked with a fucking pencil.” She turned fully now, crawling toward you on the bed until her face was close to yours. Her eyes were blazing. “I want you. I want this.” Her hand reached down, wrapping around your cock, which was still semi-hard, slick with Kazuha’s juices and your own cum. She pumped it firmly, and it responded, thickening rapidly in her grip. “So forget about that loser. I want a real man. And I want you to breed me, as much as you just bred Kazuha. I want to feel your cum dripping out of me tomorrow at my desk.”
Any hesitation evaporated, burned away by the sheer, vulgar force of her desire. You grabbed her, flipping her onto her back. You didn’t kiss her. You pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. With the other, you guided your cock to her entrance. She was wet, but tighter than Kazuha, her muscles coiled with a different kind of tension.
“You want it rough?” you growled.
“Fucking destroy me,” she challenged, her eyes locked on yours, defiant.
You slammed into her.
It was a brutal, punishing penetration. She gasped, her body arching, but she didn’t look away. You set a furious pace from the start, your hips pistoning, your thighs slamming against hers. The sound was louder, harder, a wet, meaty smacking that echoed in the room. You released her wrists, and your hand went to her throat, not squeezing enough to cut off air, but applying a firm, dominant pressure that made her pulse hammer against your palm.
“Is this what you wanted?” you grunted, fucking her with deep, jackhammer strokes.
“Yes! Harder! Choke me, you fucking bastard!” she screamed, her own hands flying to your forearm, not to pull it away, but to hold it there, to feel the pressure.
You spanked her ass, your palm connecting with the pale flesh of her cheek with a sharp crack. A red handprint bloomed instantly. She cried out, a sound of pure ecstasy. You spanked her again, on the other side.
Your rhythm was relentless, a machine-like fucking that focused on pure, deep penetration. Her pussy was a tight, hot vice, gripping your cock with a fierce intensity. You could feel her walls straining to accommodate your thickness, stretching around you with each brutal thrust.
“You feel that?” you gasped. “You feel how deep I am? I’m hitting your fucking cervix, Chaewon. I’m gonna break through it.”
“Do it!” she shrieked, her body beginning to tremble beneath you. Her eyes were wild, unfocused. “Fuck my womb! Fill it up!”
Her arousal was a waterfall. With each thrust, a fresh gush of her fluids spilled out, soaking the sheets beneath her, mingling with the mess already there from Kazuha. The squelching sounds were obscenely loud. Her body began to seize, her orgasm building not from gentle stimulation but from this raw, brutal pounding.
“I’m gonna squirt!” she warned, her voice a strained rasp. “Oh god, I’m gonna fucking drown you!”
You didn’t let up. You fucked her through it. Her back arched violently, her mouth opened in a silent scream for a second before a guttural, ragged cry tore free. And then it happened. A torrent of clear fluid erupted from her, not in a gentle trickle but in a sudden, shocking flood. It gushed over your cock, your balls, soaking the sheets in a wide, dark patch. She squirted violently, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching and fluttering around your shaft in erratic, powerful spasms.
The sensation of her hot release, combined with the visual of her losing complete control, sent you over the edge again. You buried yourself to the hilt, your cockhead mashing against her cervix, and roared as you came. Your second load shot into her, a slightly thinner but no less voluminous flood, mixing with her own fluids inside her already-stretched channel. You pumped into her, spurting jet after jet, claiming her just as she’d demanded.
As the last pulses faded, you collapsed beside her, both of you gasping, dripping, utterly wrecked.
A warm, soft body pressed against your side. Kazuha. She had recovered enough to move. She curled into you, her head on your chest, one hand lazily tracing circles on your sweat-slicked skin. She leaned up and kissed you, a slow, deep, sensual kiss that tasted of sex and shared exhaustion. Her other hand drifted down, her fingers gently stroking your spent, sensitive cock, which lay heavy and softening on your thigh.
“Mmm,” she hummed against your lips. “You’re incredible.”
Chaewon, still panting, rolled onto her side to face you. A slow, sated, utterly genuine smile spread across her face. She reached out, her fingers intertwining with yours on the damp sheet. She didn’t say anything. She just held your hand, her grip firm, her eyes soft in a way you’d never seen before.
The night was still young. Your body was tired, but a low, simmering energy still hummed beneath the surface. The bed was a ruined landscape of soaked, wrinkled sheets, stained with sweat, saliva, squirt, and cum. The three of you lay tangled together in the aftermath, a sweaty, sticky, sated knot of limbs and quiet breaths.
Kazuha’s lips found your ear. “Don’t fall asleep yet,” she whispered, her voice a promise. “We’re just getting started".
Ryujin with these lips… bratty Ryujin tries to act like she doesn’t like cocks and she’s a lesbian but the moment she smells your cock , her mind goes blank and she become cock hungry. Yeji is there to make Ryujin take it like a good cock slut . Forcing her down your shaft holding her hands so she can’t back out. Double blowjob at some points would be hot with Ryujin being a subby throat slut
Lips #17
(Yeji X Ryujin X Male Reader) Wordcount: 6926 words
It’s late after their dance practice and the three of you end up back at your place. Yeji’s sprawled across the couch with you, her hair damp from her shower, while Ryujin is lounging in the armchair, her phone in her hand, bare legs tucked under her oversized hoodie. The three of you have been joking around all evening. At one point Yeji shifts against you, her hand brushing your thigh. Her lips curve into a smirk as she glances at Ryujin.
“You keep staring at him like that, Ryujin. I’m starting to think you’re curious.”
You glance at the younger of the two. Is Yeji telling the truth? You always thought Ryujin wasn’t into you. Or guys for that matter. She snorts, tossing her phone onto the coffee table.
“As if. Please. I don’t like cock, unnie. I’m a lesbian.”
She sounds more annoyed than caught.
Yeji tilts her head, eyes narrowing slightly with that knowing look she always gets when Ryujin’s bluffing. Her hand squeezes your leg, her fingers brushing closer to your lap as she grins at her member.
“You sure about that?”
Ryujin rolls her eyes and leans back in the chair, arms folded tight.
“I said what I said. I’m not into guys, especially not your boyfriend.”
Yeji laughs, resting her chin on her hand as she studies her.
“Funny, because you keep bringing it up.”
“I’m just making it clear.”
She points a finger toward you.
“Don’t get any ideas, oppa. You’re not my type. At all.”
You arch a brow, caught between amusement and curiosity.
“Didn’t say I was.”
That only seems to egg her on. Ryujin leans forward, her tone serious.
“Good. Because even if you were the last guy on earth, I’d still pick a girl over you.”
She says it with a sharp little toss of her hair, but her cheeks are faintly flushed, her knee bouncing against the armchair. Yeji sees it instantly. She smirks, dragging her gaze down and then back up slowly.
“Oh, I know you, Ryujin. You talk big now, but you’ve got a tell.”
Ryujin freezes.
“A tell?”
“Mmhm.”
Yeji hums, sliding a little closer against you on the couch.
“Every time you lie, you can’t keep your eyes where they’re supposed to be.”
Ryujin scoffs, hugging her arms tighter.
“That’s bullshit. I don’t have a tell.”
Yeji grins wider, clearly enjoying herself.
“Then prove it. Look at him right now without blushing.”
Ryujin’s head snaps toward you. And then immediately away again. Her cheeks burn deeper as she scowls.
“I’m not playing this dumb game.”
Yeji’s laughter has you smiling. She squeezes your thigh once more, nails dragging lightly across the fabric.
“See? You can’t even look without your face giving you away.”
Ryujin mutters something under her breath. But Yeji doesn’t let up. She leans more heavily against you now, her hand sliding higher along your thigh. Her fingers trace absent circles that make it obvious she’s doing it on purpose. Her eyes never leave Ryujin.
“You know what I think?”
Yeji’s voice is soft, almost sing-song. She knows Ryujin hates that. When Yeji pretends to be the one on top.
“I think you’re not actually a lesbian. I think you just like saying it so you can act like you’re above it all. It makes you feel… safe.”
Ryujin bristles immediately.
“That’s not-”
She starts, but Yeji cuts her off.
“Because if you ever admitted you were curious, you’d lose the excuse. You’d have to face what you actually want.”
“I don’t want him.”
Ryujin blurts out, louder than she means to. Her eyes flick toward you again, just for a heartbeat, before darting back down to the floor. Yeji smiles knowingly, her hand sliding even higher now, dangerously close to your lap. You feel her nails graze lightly across your bulge through your sweats. It makes you twitch beneath her touch. Ryujin notices. Of course she notices. Her lips part slightly, then snap shut as she crosses her arms tighter. Yeji tilts her head at the younger one.
“Funny. You’re awfully interested for someone who ‘doesn’t want him.’”
“I’m not.”
Ryujin says quickly, her voice still sharp, her knee bouncing faster now.
“You’re making shit up.”
Yeji laughs once more, clearly enjoying herself. Her hand palms your length through the fabric in one slow, unmistakable press.
“Then look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want to know what he feels like.”
Ryujin’s throat moves as she swallows. Her mouth opens, but no words come out. Her chin lifts stubbornly. Then she tries again.
“You’re both ridiculous. Watch.”
She leans forward, her eyes almost angry. She looks you straight in the eye. She doesn’t flinch and doesn’t blush. Not even when Yeji’s hand gives you another slow squeeze, making your cock twitch beneath her palm.
For a long moment, it’s just silence. Ryujin’s bratty smirk grows.
“See?”
She sits back with a satisfied huff.
“Told you. Not interested. At all.”
You blink, honestly a little surprised. The way Yeji’s been teasing her, you thought Ryujin was actually interested and just putting up a facade. Even with Yeji openly rubbing you through your sweats, Ryujin hasn’t looked away. If anything, she looks smug.
“…Maybe she really isn’t into guys.”
You whisper into your girlfriend’s ear. Yeji, though, doesn’t look convinced. Her lips curl in the kind of grin that says she knows something you don’t.
“That’s what she wants us to think.”
Ryujin rolls her eyes.
“You’re obsessed. Admit you’re wrong and drop it already, unnie.”
Yeji chuckles, her fingers still kneading lazily at your growing bulge.
“You might’ve fooled him. But me? No. I know you too well, Ryujin.”
The younger girl scoffs, tossing her hair.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
But her leg bounces. Her eyes keep flicking down to Yeji’s hand before darting away again.
Then Ryujin leans back in the chair, a bratty expression growing on her face. As if she’s planning on turning this around.
“You know what, unnie? You’re the one acting weird. You’re obsessed with me and your boyfriend’s cock in the same sentence. Maybe there’s something wrong with you.”
The words hang in the air, a little sharper than her usual teasing. You glance at Yeji, half expecting her to cave. But instead she just laughs, almost purring.
“Oh, Ryujin…”
Yeji tilts her head, eyes glinting. Her hand strokes up your cock through your sweats as if to underline every word.
“There’s nothing wrong with sharing one’s boyfriend. Especially with someone cute like you.”
Your breath catches at the casual way she says it. As if Yeji just offered Ryujin she could join the two of you in a game of cards.
Ryujin scoffs, but her facade falters just a little.
“Sharing…? That’s sick, unnie.”
“Is it?”
Yeji leans forward now, her tone gentle but teasing, like she’s talking to a kid who just doesn’t get it yet
“Or are you just scared you’d like it too much if I offered him to you?”
Ryujin freezes. Her lips part like she wants to snap back, but the words don’t come right away. Her eyes flick down to where Yeji’s hand is still stroking your bulge, then back up. She forces a smirk, shaking her head.
“Keep dreaming. I told you, I’m not into it.”
“Mm. We’ll see about that.”
Yeji shifts beside you, her smirk never fading as her fingers slide to your waistband. She tugs the zipper down with agonizing slowness.
“You’ll see soon enough, Ryujin. I’ll make him feel so good right in front of you.”
Your breath hitches when she slips her hand inside, wrapping around your length and pulling your cock free. Ryujin scoffs immediately, her voice sharp.
“Unnie, are you serious right now? You’re just gonna-”
Her words stop dead in her throat the moment her eyes actually land on your cock. She tries to roll her eyes again, but she can’t quite hide it this time. Her gaze lingers for a beat too long, trailing along your length. And when she finally looks away her cheeks are a little warmer than before. Yeji notices instantly. She gives your cock a slow stroke, her voice dripping with mock innocence.
“What’s wrong, Ryujin? You look a little distracted.”
“I’m not.”
Ryujin shoots back quickly. Almost too quickly. She shifts in her seat, tugging her hoodie down over her bare thighs as if that will help.
“I just… didn’t expect you to actually pull it out. That’s all.”
But even as she says it, her eyes flick down again. A quick glance, but enough to betray her. And as soon as she does, she feels it. The heat curling in her stomach, the sudden dryness in her throat. Yeji’s grin turns wicked. She strokes you again, slower this time, making sure Ryujin can see every inch.
“That’s what I thought.”
Yeji shifts her grip, letting your cock rest heavy across her palm as she strokes slowly as if she’s showing it off. Her voice drips with amusement as she looks over at Ryujin.
“Look at him, Ryujin. Thick, hard, so warm in my hand. Don’t you think it’s pretty? Every vein, the way it twitches when I squeeze…Ah, it’s almost too good.”
“Unnie…”
Ryujin’s tone is still low, but her eyes betray her. They keep darting down. Her thighs shift again, pressing closer together. Yeji doesn’t let up. She brings her face close. Close enough that her breath fans along your tip, and licks her lips before glancing back at Ryujin.
“You don’t know what you’re missing, baby girl. The taste, the stretch… God, it’s perfect. Every time I take him in my throat, I feel ruined.”
Your chest tightens at her words, your cock twitching in her hand as she continues to praise you. And your girlfriend calling her friend baby girl while inviting her to try your cock? Your entire body is covered in a quick shiver.
Ryujin exhales sharply through her nose, biting her lip before rolling her eye.
“Are you gonna keep talking about it forever, or are you actually gonna put your mouth on it?”
Yeji smirks, eyes sparkling.
“Oh? So you do want to see.”
“I didn’t say that.”
Ryujin fires back, but her voice cracks just a little.
Yeji giggles, stroking you slowly again as she looks between you and Ryujin.
“You didn’t have to.”
Yeji tilts her head, your cock pressing against her cheek as she strokes you lazily.
“If you’re not afraid, then come closer. Have a look for yourself.”
Ryujin groans, shaking her head.
“You’re insane, unnie. I’m not doing that.”
Yeji just shrugs, smirk widening.
“Suit yourself.”
And without another word, she lowers her head and wraps her lips around your tip.
You groan, your head rolling back against the couch as heat shoots through you. Yeji takes her time, sliding her mouth down your shaft with a practiced ease that has your thighs tensing. Her tongue drags along the underside, her lips sealing tight as she starts bobbing slowly, her hand twisting at the base. You’re lost in the sensation at first, savoring the wet heat of Yeji’s mouth. But then, through half lidded eyes, you glance sideways.
Ryujin hasn’t looked away once.
Her arms are still folded across her chest like she’s trying to stay composed, but her eyes tell another story. Wide, locked on your cock sliding in and out of Yeji’s mouth. Every wet sound makes her jaw clench. Every twitch of your body makes her thighs shift tighter together. She’s not even blinking, just staring like she’s hypnotized.
Yeji hums around you, slurping noisily before pulling off with a wet pop. She wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb, smirking as she catches Ryujin’s stare.
“Enjoying the view, baby girl?”
Ryujin blinks rapidly, her cheeks hot.
“I-I’m not. Shut up.”
But her eyes still don’t leave your cock, glistening and wet in Yeji’s grip.
Yeji strokes you slowly, deliberately loud with every slick motion of her hand. Ryujin’s still sitting stiff, but her eyes are glued to the way your cock glistens with spit. You let out a low chuckle, your voice rough with arousal.
“You keep saying you’re not into this, Ryujin, but you’ve been staring harder than Yeji’s sucking.”
Her head snaps up, her eyes narrowing.
“W-What? No, I haven’t!”
Yeji smirks around you, tongue swirling over your tip before she pulls off to laugh softly.
“He’s right. You look like you’re about to drool, baby girl.”
“I’m not!”
Ryujin shoots back, her voice too loud, too defensive. Her face burns red as her eyes betray her again, flicking right back down between your legs. You lean forward slightly, catching her with a grin.
“It’s okay if you want it. No one here’s gonna judge you.”
“I don’t want-”
She starts, but her voice falters. Her thighs squeeze together again, her lips pressing tight like she’s trying to bite back the truth. Yeji hums, swirling her tongue around your head before glancing up at her friend.
“Then prove it. If you don’t want it, look me in the eyes instead of looking down here.”
Ryujin stiffens, her gaze darting between Yeji’s smug grin and your cock throbbing in Yeji’s spit slick hand. She lasts maybe three seconds before her eyes drop again, locked on the thing she keeps pretending not to want.
“...fuck you guys.”
She mutters under her breath, standing up abruptly. Yeji arches a brow, but doesn’t move as Ryujin crosses the room. Her steps are hesitant, but her body betrays her. She kneels down beside Yeji, cheeks flushed and eyes flashing like she’s daring either of you to call her out. Yeji’s smirk turns satisfied as she strokes you slower, showing off the heavy weight in her hand.
“Knew you couldn’t resist.”
Ryujin clicks her tongue, glaring down at your cock like she hates it. But her breathing quickens. Her lips part slightly as she lingers close enough to feel the heat radiating off you. Yeji keeps stroking you slowly and steadily, her other hand reaching over to brush Ryujin’s thigh.
“Don’t be shy.”
She purrs, her tone is playful.
“Touch him. Feel how hard he is for us.”
Ryujin jerks slightly at her words.
“Why would I-”
“Because you can’t take your eyes off it.”
Yeji cuts her off, lifting your cock upright so it stands thick and throbbing between them. A string of spit slips from her lips and drips down the shaft, sliding over her fist.
“Come on, baby. Just your hand.”
Ryujin hesitates. Her chest rises and falls faster by the second. She glances at your face. Your eyes are fixed on her. Then back down at Yeji’s slick hand gliding over you. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she reaches out. Her fingers hover for a second. They tremble. Then they wrap around your base beneath Yeji’s grip.
The reaction is instant. Ryujin gasps softly, her breath catching in her throat as the heat and weight of your cock sink into her palm. Her eyes widen in disbelief, staring at her hand like she didn’t expect it to feel so real. So good.
“See?”
Yeji teases, smirking as she moves her hand higher, giving Ryujin room.
“Big, isn’t he?”
Ryujin doesn’t answer. Her lips part as she squeezes lightly, her thumb brushing over the slick mess Yeji left behind. She flinches at the stickiness, then bites her lip as she slowly starts to move her hand.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
Her strokes are awkward at first. But her eyes are glued to your cock, mesmerized by the way it twitches in her grip, by the gleam of spit coating her fingers. Yeji leans close to whisper in her ear, her voice low and sultry.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t lie.”
Ryujin swallows hard, her breath shaky as she keeps stroking, her small hand tight around your girth.
You lean back against the couch, watching her hand work up and down your cock, still sticky from Yeji’s spit. The sight alone makes your chest tighten, but what really gets you is Ryujin’s face. Her parted lips. The way her eyes refuse to look anywhere else. A smirk curls on your lips.
“Not bad for someone who swore she didn’t like cocks.”
Ryujin’s head snaps up, her cheeks burning hot.
“I-I’m just… I’m not-”
She stumbles over her words, but her hand never leaves your length. If anything, her grip tightens, her strokes unconsciously speeding up.
You chuckle, tilting your head as you stare her down.
“Really? Because it looks like you can’t let go.”
Yeji grins wide at that, brushing her hair back as she watches.
“He’s right, Ryujin. You’ve been glued to it since the moment I pulled it out.”
“I’m just… curious.”
Ryujin fires back, but her voice is weak. As if she’s losing an internal battle against herself. Her thumb drags over your slit, collecting a bead of precum before she even realizes what she’s doing. When she does, her breath hitches, and her thighs shift restlessly on the floor.
“Curious, huh?”
You place your hand over hers, guiding her strokes just a little faster, making her grip a little tighter.
“Feels like you’re doing more than just ‘curious.’”
Her lips part. No words come out this time. Her eyes flick from your cock, slick and throbbing in her hand, up to your face. And the moment your eyes lock, she jerks her gaze away again, embarrassed at how hot she feels. Yeji laughs softly and leans in close to whisper against Ryujin’s ear.
“Face it, babe. You love it already.”
Ryujin bites her lip, shaking her head. But her hand keeps stroking, betraying her resistance. Yeji watches Ryujin’s hand glide over your cock, her smirk only growing wider. She leans in closer, her voice dripping with mischief.
“Curious hands…”
She teases, letting her tongue slide across her bottom lip.
“…but what about that mouth, Ryujin?”
Ryujin freezes for half a second, her strokes faltering.
“You’re crazy.”
Her voice is shaking now.
Yeji just laughs softly, her hand wrapping back around your shaft above Ryujin’s so both of them are stroking you together.
“Am I? Or are you just scared you’ll like it?”
She angles your cock slightly closer toward Ryujin’s lips.
“Come on. Just a taste. No one’s stopping you.”
Ryujin glares at her, trying to muster up a bratty reply, but the heat in her chest betrays her. Her eyes flick down to your cock again. The shine of Yeji’s spit, the pulse against her palm, the way a bead of precum clings to the tip. It all invites her to have a taste.
Yeji leans right into her ear.
“Taste him. You know you want to. Just one little lick.”
Ryujin swallows hard. She doesn’t move right away, her face burning with the weight of both your stares. But then, almost without realizing it, she leans in. Her lips part slightly. Her tongue darts out. One slow lick, from the base of the tip up to the head. Her gasp is audible the second the taste hits her tongue. Yeji laughs softly, almost triumphantly.
“See? Not so scary, is it?”
Ryujin pulls back a little too quickly, visibly flustered. But the hunger in her eyes betrays her completely. You lean forward slightly, watching her fumble through her flustered little act. A strand of her hair has fallen into her face, sticking to her lips and you reach down casually to brush it back. The touch makes her freeze, eyes flicking up at you, only for her body to move on its own. The angle of your hand guiding her face down just an inch lower… and suddenly her lips part wider, your cockhead brushing against her tongue. Then she closes her mouth around you. Her eyes widen. She goes almost cross eyed as the weight fills her lips. Her moan vibrates around your shaft like she’s just lost herself in that instant.
“Mmfhh-”
Her cheeks hollow as she tries to adjust, her tongue pressing up against the underside of your length. The taste floods her senses, and her whole body trembles.
“Fuck…”
You hiss under your breath, feeling the wet heat of her mouth for the first time.
“Look at you, Ryujin. Can’t even pretend now.”
Yeji grins wickedly, one hand rubbing Ryujin’s back as she watches her best friend turn into a slut for your cock in real time.
“Told you, baby girl. One lick was never going to be enough for you.”
Ryujin’s nails dig into her thighs as she moans again around you, louder this time, like your cock just snapped something inside her mind. Her bratty walls? Gone.
Now she’s sucking, messy and hungry, as though she’s been waiting her whole life for this. Ryujin’s lips cling tight around your cock, every little moan spilling out as vibration straight into your shaft. She’s already a mess. Her eyes glassy, her breath coming in heavy bursts through her nose as she struggles to take more of you. Yeji shifts closer, her fingers slipping into Ryujin’s hair.
“Let me help you out.”
She murmurs, almost more to herself than to Ryujin. She gathers the strands, pulling them back into her fist so Ryujin’s face is completely bared. Now you can see everything. The way her cheeks hollow as she sucks. The way her lips stretch around you, pink and wet. The trail of spit already dripping down her chin and onto her chest. Yeji just holds her there, letting her worship you properly. Ryujin moans again, high-pitched and desperate, her throat fluttering as she forces herself to take more. She pulls back for a second, your cock sliding from her lips with a wet pop. Then she dives forward again, whining around your length as though she can’t bear the thought of being empty. Your hand falls onto the back of her head, feeling her scalp shift beneath Yeji’s grip, and you groan.
“Shit… you’re good at this, Ryujin…”
She whines louder at the praise, sucking harder, her tongue swirling desperately under your shaft like she needs to prove it. Yeji smirks, keeping her hair pulled tight in her fist, forcing her to stay where she belongs. On her knees, face down, lips wrapped tight around your cock. Ryujin’s sloppy, desperate sounds echo in the room, spit trailing down her chin and over your cock as she keeps bobbing her head. Her eyes are unfocused now, like she’s completely lost herself to the taste and feel of your dick. Yeji doesn’t let go of her hair, her fist keeping Ryujin locked right where she belongs. But she rises up, pressing herself flush against your side, her lips brushing against your jaw before she catches your mouth in a hot kiss.
The contrast hits you hard. Ryujin’s wet mouth below, Yeji’s soft lips above. Your girlfriend kisses you slow at first, her tongue flicking against yours while her grip on Ryujin’s hair tightens just enough to hold her steady. You can feel Ryujin moaning around you, the vibrations shooting through your cock every time Yeji deepens the kiss. You slide a hand to Yeji’s waist, pulling her closer as your other hand rests heavy on the back of Ryujin’s head. She’s stuck between you both now.
Yeji pulls back from the kiss just enough to whisper against your lips.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? Having her like this for us?”
Below, Ryujin moans again, sloppy and broken, her mouth still working desperately over your length, like she’s trying to drown in it in her saliva. Yeji kisses you again, harder this time, her hand never leaving Ryujin’s hair, keeping her right where she needs to be. Yeji breaks the kiss, her lips glistening as she pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. Her smirk is confident and her grip on Ryujin’s hair is firm.
“God… you have no idea how hot this is.”
She breathes, her voice dropping into a lower, more sultry register.
“Watching my bratty best friend suck off my boyfriend like it’s all she’s ever wanted.”
The words make your cock throb, and Ryujin whines again around you, as if even her body agrees.
Yeji glances down, her smile curling darker. With a firm tug she drags Ryujin’s head back, peeling her lips from your cock. Ryujin resists, her lips clinging, dragging wetly along your length as if refusing to let go. Strings of spit stretch and snap between her mouth and your shaft, her dazed eyes staring at you like she’s begging. Yeji tilts her head, pretending to pout.
“Aww… look at you. Can’t even let go, huh? All that talk about being a lesbian, and now…”
She leans closer, voice sharp but playful.
“…now you look like you’d die without another taste.”
Ryujin’s chest rises and falls fast, her cheeks burning red, but her lips are still parted, slick and trembling as she stares at your cock.
Yeji strokes her thumb over Ryujin’s wet bottom lip, then guides her gaze up.
“Go on. Say it. Praise his cock.”
Ryujin swallows, your aftertaste almost making her gasp. But her bratty defiance flickers against the obvious hunger in her eyes. Her lips part. But instead of leaning back in right away, she hesitates, caught between pride and need. Her pride holds her tongue, even as her eyes betray her hunger. The silence lingers just a second too long.
Smack.
Yeji’s palm cracks lightly against Ryujin’s cheek, not hard, but enough to sting. Ryujin gasps, her eyes flying wide, her body jolting at the sudden humiliation.
“Bad girl.”
Yeji hisses, her fingers fisting tighter in Ryujin’s hair.
“Still trying to play stubborn? Even when you’re dripping all over your chin for his cock?”
Before Ryujin can recover, Yeji grabs your shaft and angles it down, pressing it against Ryujin’s flushed cheek. She drags your cock slowly across her face, painting her skin with the slick sheen of spit still clinging to you. Across her lips. Her nose. Her other cheek. Ryujin shudders, whimpering at the degradation, her eyes rolling up toward you in shame and need all at once.
“There.”
Yeji croons mockingly.
“Look at you. A mess, covered in spit. That’s how desperate you look.”
She pushes Ryujin’s face closer, rubbing the swollen tip across her lips until they glisten. Then Yeji tilts her chin up, forcing her to look at you.
“Now be a good cock slut.”
Yeji orders, her tone leaving no room for debate.
“Open your mouth and praise his cock. Tell him how much you love it. Or do you need me to slap you again?”
Ryujin’s lips tremble, her breath shaky, torn between defiance and the overwhelming need flashing in her eyes as she stares at your cock hovering right in front of her mouth. Ryujin hesitates for just a heartbeat, lips trembling as her pride holds her back. But then her gaze flicks down at your cock. Thick, hard, spit smeared across it. Something in her cracks. Her voice comes out soft at first, almost shy.
“It’s… so big.”
She whispers, eyes glassy as she stares.
“So hot and heavy… I can’t stop thinking about it. Your cock feels… perfect. I-I love it.”
Her words grow hungrier as she leans closer, her lips brushing against the tip while she speaks.
“I love how it fills my mouth. I love the taste. I want it, all of it. I love your cock.”
Her confession spills out of her in a rush, like she’s been holding it back too long. When she finally falls silent, her cheek still pressed against you, Yeji smirks.
Smack.
Her palm lands sharply against Ryujin’s other cheek. Ryujin jerks, crying out.
“Unnie!”
Her voice cracks between a moan and a whine, shock and need colliding.
Yeji leans down, her grip in Ryujin’s hair making the younger one’s head tilt back.
“That was just for good measure.”
She purrs.
“To remind you what you are now. My new plaything. And his little cock slut.”
Ryujin shivers at the words, her lips parting again as she instinctively leans back toward your length, as though she can’t keep herself away anymore. Her lips brush your tip with every shaky breath. But Yeji tilts her head and smirks. You can tell she's enjoying this too much. She needs to humiliate Ryujin even more before she lets her get back to your cock.
“That was cute. But not enough. Not nearly enough.”
She pulls Ryujin’s face back just enough to make her look up at her.
“It’s not just his cock you love, Ryujin. Say it. Say you love him.”
Ryujin stiffens instantly, her eyes widening. “Wh-what? No, unnie-”
Before she can finish, Yeji spits. The wet drops land right on Ryujin’s cheek, sliding down her flushed face until it drips onto her lips. Ryujin freezes, her entire body trembling in disbelief as the warm spit trails downward. Yeji smirks, her voice cold.
“There. Now you look like the messy little slut you are.”
She pushes Ryujin’s head back toward you, smearing the spit across her cheek with the tip of your cock.
“Say it. Or I’ll leave you like this. Begging and desperate. And you'll have to watch how I suck oppa’s cock. ”
Ryujin’s chest rises and falls rapidly as she shakes her head, her bratty defiance crumbling as the humiliation sinks in. She realizes just how far she’s already gone. Kneeling, drooling, her face wet with spit, her pride shattered. There’s no turning back. Her lips part, her voice trembling.
“I… I love you.”
She swallows hard, eyes darting up to meet yours as she repeats louder, clearer, more desperate.
“I love you. I love you, I love your cock-I love everything about you. Please… please don’t stop using me.”
Her shameless confession hangs in the air.
“There it is.”
Yeji purrs, finally satisfied.
“That’s the truth, isn’t it? Our little Ryujinie finally admitting what she is.”
Yeji smirks down at her broken, trembling friend.
“Fulfill your purpose then.”
She orders, her voice dripping with satisfaction. With a firm shove, she pushes Ryujin forward.
“Go on. Show him how much you love him.”
Ryujin doesn’t hesitate this time. Her lips part eagerly, and she slides down onto your cock with a needy moan, stuffing her mouth full. The wet heat envelops you all at once, her tongue pressing along the underside as she takes you deeper. Her eyes roll back slightly, spit bubbling at the corners of her lips as she bobs her head faster, desperate to prove herself. Every sloppy moan vibrates down your shaft, her throat flexing as she struggles to swallow you whole. Yeji laughs softly, clearly enjoying the sight. She gathers both of Ryujin’s wrists in one hand, yanking them behind her back so she can’t even touch you anymore.
“That’s better. On your knees, hands out of the way, just a cock sleeve for my boyfriend.”
With Ryujin’s hands trapped, her body has no choice but to let her mouth take everything. Each bob forces her lips lower, stretching around you, until her nose nearly brushes your stomach. Her whines are muffled, wet and desperate, drool spilling freely down her chin and dripping onto her hoodie.
You groan, your hand bracing against the back of her head as you look down. The sight is unreal. Ryujin gagging, worshipping, impaled on your cock while Yeji holds her hands tight, smirking at the way her best friend looks reduced to nothing but a messy, eager toy.
“Open wider, baby girl.”
Before Ryujin can react, Yeji shoves her down hard, burying your cock deep into her throat. Ryujin gags instantly, her body jolting, but Yeji doesn’t let her go. Instead, she yanks her back up by her hair. Spit and precum trail down her chin. Then she slams her back down again. The wet, messy sound of her throat taking you echoes in the room.
“Again.”
Yeji pulls her up, then shoves her down.
“And again.”
Each thrust is harsher, forcing Ryujin’s lips to bruise around your cock, her muffled gags and wet moans filling the air. You grip the couch, your head falling back as you groan, your cock twitching inside Ryujin’s throat. Yeji leans in close to you, her voice smug as she keeps forcing Ryujin up and down your length.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? Watching her choke on you like this?”
You can barely form words.
“Fuck-yes.”
Ryujin gags loudly again, her throat fluttering helplessly around you, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Yeji laughs softly, dragging her back up just to slam her down again.
“Then that’s her job now.”
Yeji declares, with an amused smile on her face.
“Her mouth isn’t hers anymore. It’s just a wet hole for you to use. Anytime. Anywhere. Isn’t that right, Ryujin?”
Yeji forces her further, your cock bottoming out in her throat, her nose pressed against your stomach. Ryujin coughs and chokes, her fingers flexing helplessly behind her back, her throat spasming around you.
“If you disagree, say something.”
Ryujin sputters, unable to breathe properly. Her throat clenches and tightens around your length. Her eyes roll, her muffled cries breaking into wet gags. Yeji presses her head down even harder, holding her in place.
“Mm. Silence.”
She smirks up at you.
“I’ll take that as agreement.”
Ryujin’s body trembles, her throat wrapped tightly around you as Yeji keeps Ryujin’s wrists pinned behind her back. Her other hand is locked tight in her hair.
“Hold her steady.”
You groan through clenched teeth.
“Gladly.”
With her head trapped in place, you start to move. Your hips thrust up into her mouth. Ryujin’s lips stretch wide around you, her throat straining as you bury yourself deeper each time. Spit gushes from the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto her chest, soaking the fabric of her hoodie. Every thrust forces wet, sloppy gags out of her throat, filling the room with obscene sounds. Drool coats your cock, her chin, her neck, everything. She’s a mess, but her muffled moans make it clear she’s not fighting anymore. She’s taking you, drooling over you, letting herself be used. The wet heat of her throat nearly overwhelms you, your release building fast. You grunt, slowing your thrusts, trying to hold yourself back. Yeji notices instantly. With a sharp tug, she drags Ryujin off your cock. Ryujin gasps for air, coughing lightly, her chest heaving. Yeji doesn’t give her a chance to recover. She grabs your cock and smears it across Ryujin’s ruined face, dragging it over her lips and her cheeks and even streaking her nose.
“Look at you. Painted in spit and drool. You love it.”
Ryujin gasps each time, her lips parting, her tongue darting out to chase the taste as your cock slides across her skin. She whimpers when she can’t catch you, her lips following hungrily.
Finally, Yeji loosens her grip, letting Ryujin free.
But Ryujin doesn’t lunge for your cock the way you expect. Instead, she lowers her head submissively and starts pressing soft, wet kisses all over your shaft. Her lips glide along your length, worshipping every inch, leaving trails of spit and lipstick-smudged marks down to your base. She moans softly, her tongue dragging along your veins, her lips sealing over the sensitive spots as if each kiss is a prayer. She doesn’t take you inside her mouth this time. She just worships your dick. Her eyes are glazed. Her lips slide slowly over your cock like it’s the most precious thing in the world. She kisses every inch with sloppy devotion. Her tongue flicks again and again to trace the veins, her mouth presses cute little kisses at your tip before sliding down to your base again. Not once does she take you back inside. She just worships you. Ryujin is lost in it. Like she could spend forever kissing your cock.
Yeji watches with delight, her fingers still holding Ryujin’s hair.
“Pathetic. Look at you. You were all talk about hating cock, and now you can’t stop kissing it. Like some filthy, cock drunk toy.”
Ryujin moans softly against you, the sound muffled as her lips pepper more desperate kisses down your length. She shifts on her knees, thighs pressing together, her whole body trembling as though the degradation alone is pushing her past her limit. Yeji leans lower, a cruel smirk playing around her lips.
“You’re nothing but a cock addicted plaything. Just a brat who finally found her purpose.”
Ryujin’s body seizes, a violent shudder running through her as her knees buckle slightly on the floor. A broken whine slips from her lips, pressed against your shaft, as her thighs squeeze together. She shudders with a weak orgasm, her body trembling pathetically even though you never touched her. Her lips don’t leave your cock. Even as she shakes, she keeps kissing, moaning softly into your skin. Wordless whispers, needy whines, all muffled by her mouth glued to you.
Yeji blinks, her brows shooting up in disbelief before a laugh bursts out of her.
“Oh my fucking god. Did you just come?”
She tugs Ryujin’s hair, forcing her face back a little so she can look at her expression.
“You came just from kissing his cock?”
Ryujin’s lips are swollen, her cheeks wet with spit and tears. Her eyes are glazed with a pathetic shine. She can’t answer. Only moans and gasps leave her throat.
Yeji laughs harder.
“You’re unbelievable. You didn’t even need to be touched. You’re that far gone. You really are a cock slut through and through.”
Ryujin finally looks up at you, her lips still brushing your length. Her glassy eyes lock with yours, wide and desperate. The look says everything she can’t.
“I love your cock. I love it so much I came without even being touched. Please… please use me. Make me your cum dump.”
Her lips press another wet kiss to your cockhead, her breath trembling, her eyes begging.
Your voice is thick with arousal.
“I want to use her throat… until I finish.”
Ryujin jolts at your words, then nods frantically, her eyes lighting up in relief and hunger.
“T-thank you, oppa…”
Her own voice is trembling but eager. She opens her mouth wide. Tongue out. Waiting.
Yeji grins wickedly.
“Hear that? He’s not asking . He’s telling you. So open up, slut.”
With a harsh shove, she pushes Ryujin’s head forward, forcing you deep into her throat all over again.
Ryujin gags loudly, her throat squeezing as she takes you down to the base. Each bob of her head is fast, wet and brutal, Yeji’s fist in her hair drags her up and slams her back down. Drool pours down her chin. Strings of spit snap each time she pulls up before being shoved back down.
Yeji glances up at you, her smirk curling as Ryujin gurgles and chokes around your cock.
“Mmm, look at her. Perfect little cock sleeve. You could use her anytime you wanted. In the dorm, backstage… even on stage.”
Your hips buck up at the thought, forcing your cock deeper into Ryujin’s throat. She moans weakly around you, as if she’s agreeing, even as her gags fill the room.
“Yeah… she’d probably love it. Kneeling between your legs in front of thousands of fans, her throat stuffed full while everyone screams her name.”
Ryujin’s muffled, messy choking drowns out Yeji’s words for a moment. Yeji punishes her. She forces Ryujin all the way down, her nose buried against your stomach, and gives her head a rough shake. Ryujin sputters violently, drool spraying everywhere. Her throat clenches tight around you. The sloppy, helpless noises make your entire body tense, your climax rushing to the surface.
“Go on.”
Yeji whispers in your ear, still holding Ryujin down on your cock.
“Fill her throat. Make her gag on your cum.”
The image, the sound, the sheer heat of Ryujin’s wet throat milking you dry pushes you over the edge. With a groan, your hips jerk upward, releasing deep into her mouth.
Ryujin shakes, gagging hard as hot ropes flood her throat. Her body jerks. She coughs, but Yeji doesn’t let her go.
“Swallow it. Everything.”
She orders, keeping her locked down as you finish inside her.
Only when your orgasm ebbs does Yeji yank Ryujin back up. She gasps for air and is still coughing. Her lips and chin are smeared with spit. Tears streak down her face.
Yeji’s smirk fades into a mock frown.
“Tch. Greedy bitch. You didn’t leave me a single drop.”
Smack.
Her palm cracks against Ryujin’s spit slick cheek again. Ryujin flinches, whining softly. But her glassy eyes stay locked on your cock. You wonder if Ryujin even heard the conflict in Yeji’s words. Just a second ago she told her to swallow everything. Now she’s punishing her for doing exactly as she was told.
Yeji yanks her face up by her hair, leaning down to hiss in her ear.
“You’re going to work for another load. But this one’s mine. You hear me?”
Ryujin whimpers and nods quickly. Her lips parted in a desperate little gasp. Yeji smirks, tugging her head down toward your lap again.
“Be a good cock sleeve. Know your place. You’re not his girlfriend.”
She glances at you, her eyes sparkling with dark amusement. As if this is one of her wildest fantasies.
“I am. You’re just our plaything.”
Ryujin moans helplessly at Yeji’s words. Her lips brush against your cock. Her breath is shaky.
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Hi everyone!
I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm sorry for taking so long. I'll do my best to catch up quickly.
A Continuation From A Trip With My Stepsister & Her Friends. Hope You All Liked It.
The scent of coffee, rich and bitter, was the first thing that pierced the haze of your deep, satiated sleep. The second was the light—not the silvery moonlight of the night before, but the bold, golden glare of a Maldives morning slicing through the gaps in the bamboo blinds. You lay still for a long moment, memories of the previous night washing over you in a warm, disbelieving tide. Karina’s whispered confession. Ryujin’s vulnerable plea. The feeling of being so deeply, completely wanted. It felt like a dream, yet the ache in your muscles and the faint, lingering scent of sex and sweat on the sheets confirmed its stunning reality.
You were alone in the vast bed. The space beside you, where Karina had eventually fallen asleep curled into your side, was cool to the touch. Ryujin’s side, where she’d finally settled after watching over you both for what felt like hours, was similarly empty. A thread of anxiety, thin and cold, tightened in your chest. Had it been too much? Had the morning’s light brought regret?
Pushing yourself up, you winced at the stiffness. You found your discarded shorts and t-shirt on the floor and pulled them on, the soft cotton feeling alien against your skin after so much naked intimacy. The living area of the bungalow was quiet, awash in sunlight. The low table was cleared of last night’s bottles, the cushions neatly arranged. It was as if the passionate chaos of the Truth or Dare game had never happened.
Then you heard it. The rapid, soft tap-tap-tap of fingers on a laptop keyboard. You followed the sound to the small, modern kitchenette that adjoined the living space.
Su-A was there, perched on a stool at the breakfast bar, her back to you. She was already dressed for the day in sleek, charcoal-grey athleisure—a fitted zip-up jacket and matching leggings that showcased her toned figure. Her dark hair was pulled into a severe, high ponytail. Her laptop was open, a spreadsheet glowing on the screen, and a half-empty mug of black coffee sat steaming beside it. She was engrossed, frowning slightly at something on the display.
You watched her for a second. This was a different Su-A from the provocative orchestrator of last night. This was the Su-A who had a life, a career, responsibilities waiting back home. The transition was jarring.
“Noona?” you said, your voice raspy from sleep.
She didn’t jump, just finished typing a line before swiveling on the stool to face you. Her expression was focused, but it softened around the edges when she saw you. “Morning, sleepyhead. Or should I say, afternoon?” She glanced at a delicate silver watch on her wrist. “It’s almost eleven.”
“Eleven?” You ran a hand through your hair. “Why didn’t anyone wake me?”
“You looked like you needed the sleep,” she said, a ghost of her trademark teasing smile playing on her lips. “It was a… big night.” She turned back to her laptop, her fingers resuming their tapping. “Ryujin and Karina went for a walk along the waterline about an hour ago. Said they needed some air.”
“Oh.” You shifted your weight, feeling suddenly awkward. “Are you… working?”
“Mhm. Just tying up a few loose ends for a client. Crisis never takes a vacation, apparently.” She sighed, not looking up. “I told them I was offline for three days, but of course, the world doesn’t stop.” Her tone was matter-of-fact, but you caught the faint strain of irritation beneath it.
You glanced at the kitchen counter. Aside from her coffee mug, there was nothing. No plate, no crumbs, no evidence of food. “Did you eat breakfast?”
“Hmm? Oh. No. Not hungry. Coffee’s enough.” She took a deliberate sip, her eyes never leaving the screen.
A familiar protectiveness stirred in you. It was an old habit, born from years of sharing a home. When Su-A got like this—hyper-focused, dismissive of her own needs—you’d often step in. It was a small thing, a sibling thing. It felt grounding, normal, amidst the surreal new landscape of your relationships.
“You should eat something,” you said, moving into the kitchenette. You opened the sleek stainless-steel refrigerator. The resort had stocked it well: eggs, butter, a packet of bacon, cheese, some vegetables, a loaf of crusty bread. “It’ll help you think.”
Su-A finally looked away from her laptop, raising an eyebrow at you. “Since when did you become my nutritionist?”
“Since forever,” you replied, pulling out the eggs and bacon. “Scrambled? With cheese?”
She watched you for a long moment, the keyboard clicks ceasing. Her gaze was assessing, unreadable. Then, that soft smile returned, more genuine this time. “Fine. Chef away. But make it quick. I have a video call in forty-five minutes.”
You got to work. The rhythmic, mundane actions were a balm—cracking eggs into a bowl, whisking them with a fork, the sizzle of butter hitting the pan. The rich, savory smell of frying bacon soon joined the aroma of coffee, filling the small space with a sense of domesticity. You found a block of cheddar and grated a generous pile into the eggs.
“So,” Su-A said, her voice casual. She’d closed her laptop lid, giving you her full attention. She swiveled the stool to face you, resting her elbows on the breakfast bar. “How are you feeling?”
The question was loaded. You kept your eyes on the pan, scrambling the eggs gently. “Good. Weird. Good-weird.”
“Good-weird is the best kind of weird,” she mused. “No regrets, then?”
You shook your head, a firm, decisive motion. “No. None.” You dared a glance at her. “You?”
She laughed, a light, airy sound. “Me? I got exactly what I wanted. A front-row seat to the culmination of… let’s call it a long-term project.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief, but there was a warmth there too, a satisfaction that went beyond mere voyeurism. “They’re crazy about you, you know. Like, ‘planning-the-wedding-in-their-heads-already’ crazy. It’s adorable.”
Your face grew warm. You focused on plating the food. You spooned the fluffy, cheesy eggs onto a plate, added several strips of crispy bacon, and toasted two slices of the bread quickly in the pan. You slid the plate in front of her, along with a fresh set of cutlery.
“Eat.”
She looked down at the plate, then back up at you. For a split second, her confident mask slipped, revealing something quieter, more touched. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“I know,” you said simply, leaning against the opposite counter. “Eat before it gets cold.”
She picked up her fork and took a bite. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second. “Oh, wow. Okay. You’ve been holding out on me. This is fantastic.”
The simple praise made you smile. You busied yourself making another plate for yourself, the comfortable silence stretching between you, filled only with the sounds of eating and the distant cry of seabirds.
The tranquility was shattered by the swoosh of the main bungalow door sliding open.
“I’m telling you, the water is literally turquoise. It’s not a color that should exist in nature!” Ryujin’s raspy, energetic voice preceded her into the room.
“It was very pretty,” came Karina’s softer, agreeable reply.
They walked into the living area, both glowing from their walk. Ryujin was in her element: black bike shorts, a loose, faded band t-shirt, her hair in a messy bun with strands stuck to her damp neck. Karina wore a simple, pale yellow sundress that flowed around her calves, her hair down and slightly windswept. They both stopped short when they saw the two of you in the kitchenette.
Their eyes went to Su-A, then to you, then to the food. The dynamic in the room shifted palpably. Last night’s intimacy hung in the air, a silent, shared secret. Karina’s cheeks immediately dusted pink. Ryujin’s sharp eyes darted from Su-A’s plate to your face, a slow, knowing grin spreading across her features.
“Well, well,” Ryujin drawled, strolling over. “Someone’s being domestic. Smells amazing in here.” She leaned her hip against the breakfast bar, right next to Su-A, and peered at her plate. “You made her breakfast? How come I never got breakfast in bed?”
“You were too busy trying to smother me in my sleep,” you retorted, falling easily into the familiar, teasing rhythm with her. It felt natural, but now it was underscored with a new layer of fondness.
Ryujin barked a laugh. “Fair.”
Karina approached more slowly, her hands clasped in front of her. She gave you a shy, radiant smile that made your stomach flip. “Good morning,” she said, her voice like honey.
“Morning, Karina-noona,” you replied, your own voice softening.
Her smile widened at the honorific, a blush deepening on her cheeks. Her gaze was so openly affectionate it was almost overwhelming.
“We’re starving,” Ryujin announced, breaking the moment. She looked at you with exaggerated puppy-dog eyes. “Any chance the master chef is taking orders? I’d kill for some of those cheesy eggs.”
“Me too,” Karina added softly, her eyes still on you. “Please?”
Su-A, halfway through her meal, waved her fork. “Don’t look at me. I’m just a grateful client. He’s in charge.”
The sense of normalcy was an illusion, but a comforting one. You were just making breakfast for your stepsister and her friends. The fact that two of those friends had, less than twelve hours ago, been wrapped around you in a tangle of limbs and profound declarations, was a truth you quietly held close.
“Coming right up,” you said, turning back to the stove. You pulled out more eggs, more bacon. The kitchenette became a hub of quiet activity. You cooked; Ryujin hopped up to sit on the counter next to the stove, swinging her legs and stealing a strip of bacon straight from the pan with a yelp when it burned her fingers. Karina, ever helpful, found plates and set the breakfast bar with them, pouring glasses of orange juice from the fridge. Su-A finished her food and reopened her laptop, but she wasn’t really working anymore. She was watching the three of you, a contented, almost maternal smile on her face.
It was… nice. Peaceful. The sexual tension of the past days had transmuted into something else—a warm, settled intimacy. There were glances, of course. The way Karina’s hand brushed yours when she took a plate. The way Ryujin’s foot nudged your leg playfully as she sat on the counter. But they were gentle, affirming touches. Connective tissue.
You served them both heaping plates. Ryujin dug in with her characteristic gusto, barely pausing to breathe between bites. “Oh my god,” she moaned around a mouthful. “This is fucking heavenly. I’m keeping you.”
Karina ate more delicately, but her enjoyment was evident in every small, pleased hum. “It’s really delicious,” she said, looking at you. “Thank you.”
“See?” Su-A said, not looking up from her screen. “I told you he was a keeper. Practical skills.”
“You were right, unnie,” Karina said, her voice sincere. “About everything.”
Su-A finally looked up, meeting Karina’s gaze. A silent communication passed between them, full of understanding and something that looked like gratitude. “I usually am,” Su-A said lightly, but the warmth in her eyes was unmistakable.
You made your own plate and joined them, pulling up a stool. For a while, the only sounds were the clink of cutlery and the contented sighs of a good meal. The sun streamed in, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. The ocean whispered against the bungalow stilts below.
“So,” Ryujin said eventually, pushing her clean plate away with a satisfied sigh. “What’s the agenda for our last day in paradise? We fly out tomorrow afternoon, right?”
Su-A nodded, closing her laptop for good. “Yeah. Check-out is at eleven, flight is at four. So today’s our last full day.”
A pang shot through you. The trip had been a whirlwind, a bubble outside of reality. The thought of it ending, of returning to the mundane world of separate homes and routines, was suddenly depressing.
“We should do something chill,” Karina suggested. “My feet are still a little sore from all the snorkeling yesterday.”
“Aww, poor baby,” Ryujin teased, nudging her shoulder. “How about we just… be? Lounge on the deck. Read. Swim right off the back. No schedule.”
“That sounds perfect,” you agreed. The idea of a lazy, sun-drenched day with the three of them, with no games, no dares, just coexistence, was incredibly appealing.
Su-A checked her watch again. “I’ve got that video call now. I’ll be holed up in my room for an hour or so. You three… ‘be’ without me.” She stood, collecting her laptop and mug. She paused behind your stool, and for a second, her hand came to rest on your shoulder, giving it a firm, brief squeeze. It was a gesture so rare from her it felt monumental. “Good job on the eggs, dongsaeng.”
Then she was gone, slipping into her bedroom and closing the door with a soft click.
The three of you were left in the sunlit quiet. The dynamic shifted again, more subtly this time. It was just you, Ryujin, and Karina. The memory of the night was a living thing in the space between you.
Karina was the first to move. She stood and began quietly clearing the plates. You and Ryujin jumped up to help. The three of you moved around the small kitchenette in a wordless, efficient dance—rinsing, loading the dishwasher, wiping counters. It felt eerily natural, like you’d been doing this for years.
When the kitchen was clean, Ryujin stretched her arms over her head, her t-shirt riding up to expose a strip of her taut, tan stomach. “So. Deck time?”
You all migrated to the massive wooden deck that extended over the lagoon. The sun was high and hot, but a constant, gentle breeze made it bearable. Ryujin immediately claimed one of the wide, padded sun loungers, lying flat on her stomach and pulling out her phone. Karina chose the swinging daybed, curling up on it with a contented sigh and the book she’d brought on the trip. You stood at the railing for a moment, looking out at the impossible gradient of blues.
This was it. The calm after the storm. The comfortable silence of people who have said the big things and now just get to be.
You eventually took the sun lounger next to Ryujin. The heat seeped into your bones, and the exhaustion from the night’s activities and the early wake-up began to pull you toward a doze. The sounds were a lullaby: the lap of water, the distant putter of a boat, the turn of Karina’s book page, the tap of Ryujin’s thumbs on her phone screen.
“Hey,” Ryujin said after a long while, her voice quiet. She wasn’t looking at you; she was still on her phone.
“Hmm?”
“Last night… with the baby and marriage talk.” She paused. “That wasn’t just the heat of the moment for her, you know. Or for me.”
You opened your eyes, turning your head to look at her. Her profile was sharp against the bright sky, her expression uncharacteristically serious.
“I know,” you said, just as quietly.
“It’s a lot to put on you,” she continued, finally setting her phone down on the lounger and rolling onto her side to face you. Her eyes searched yours. “We don’t… we don’t expect you to have all the answers right now. Hell, I don’t have all the answers. This is… new. For all of us.”
From the daybed, Karina’s page-turning had stopped. You knew she was listening.
“It is a lot,” you admitted, your voice low. “But it’s a lot I want. More than I ever let myself dream of wanting.”
Ryujin’s serious expression melted into a soft, relieved smile. It transformed her face, making her look younger, more vulnerable. “Good.” She reached over the gap between the loungers and found your hand, lacing her fingers through yours. Her grip was strong, sure. “Then we’ll figure it out. The three of us. And the four of us, including your nosy-ass stepsister in there.”
You chuckled, squeezing her hand back. “She’s part of the package.”
“Damn right I am,” Su-A’s voice called from the doorway. She stepped out onto the deck, having changed into a simple black tank top and shorts, her video call evidently over. She looked relaxed, the work-stress gone from her posture. She surveyed the scene—you and Ryujin holding hands, Karina watching from the daybed with a soft smile—and her own smile was one of deep contentment. “Don’t think you’re getting rid of me. I’m the architect of this masterpiece. I demand lifetime visitation rights.”
“You’ve got them,” Karina said, her voice firm and happy.
Su-A grabbed a fourth lounger and dragged it over, creating a loose circle. She lay down, putting on a pair of oversized sunglasses. “So,” she said, tilting her face to the sun. “What’s the consensus? Are we officially a weird, modern, polyamorous… thing?”
The question hung in the air. It was the first time anyone had tried to put a label on it.
Ryujin was the one who answered, her raspy voice clear and decisive. “We’re a us. That’s all the label I need.”
“I like that,” Karina murmured.
“Us,” you repeated, testing the word. It felt right. It felt huge. It felt like home.
The afternoon melted away in a haze of sun and quiet conversation. You talked about nothing important—movies you wanted to see, a restaurant Ryujin insisted you all try back in Seoul, Su-A’s annoying client. The heavy conversations of the future were gently set aside, acknowledged but not pressed. There would be time for logistics, for navigating the real world. For now, there was just this: the four of you, a unit, basking in the afterglow of a seismic shift.
As the sun began its slow descent, painting the sky in streaks of orange and purple, a resort staff member arrived with a small, wheeled cart. “Complimentary sunset drinks and canapés,” he announced with a smile, setting out a pitcher of something fruity and non-alcoholic, glasses, and several plates of elegant little bites.
It was the perfect cue. You all sat up, gathering around the low table on the deck. You poured drinks. The mood was festive, tinged with the sweet melancholy of a journey ending.
“A toast,” Su-A said, raising her glass. Her sunglasses were off now, and her eyes shone. “To my brilliant, meddlesome plan.”
“To your brilliant, meddlesome plan,” Ryujin echoed, clinking her glass against Su-A’s.
“To this trip,” Karina added, her gaze sweeping over all of you.
You raised your glass. Words failed you for a moment. So much had happened. “To… new beginnings,” you finally said. “And to ‘us’.”
“To us,” they all chorused, and the clink of glasses was a bright, cheerful sound against the backdrop of the darkening sea.
You drank. The beverage was cool and sweet. You ate the delicate food, the flavors bursting on your tongue. The conversation flowed easily, laughter coming more frequently now. The anxiety about the return trip faded, replaced by a steady, thrilling certainty. Whatever came next, you wouldn’t be facing it alone.
Ryujin told a story about a childhood mishap involving a bicycle and a fish market, her animated gestures making Karina laugh so hard she snorted, which made everyone else laugh even harder. Su-A shared a surprisingly funny anecdote about her corporate job. You listened, your heart feeling impossibly full.
This, you realized, was the true destination of the trip. Not just the physical intimacy, but this: the easy camaraderie, the shared silence, the collective laughter. The foundation of something real.
The sky deepened to a velvet blue, the first stars pricking through. The resort lights twinkled on across the water. Your last night in the Maldives was here.
Su-A stretched, a contented groan leaving her lips. “I’m going to go pack,” she said. “Get a head start on the misery.”
“I should, too,” Karina said, though she made no move to get up from the daybed, where she was now leaning against your side, your arm around her shoulders.
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Ryujin grumbled, finishing the last of the juice in the pitcher. She stood up, though, and started collecting the empty plates and glasses onto the cart. “Come on, lazybones. Let’s at least get the room in some kind of order. I don’t want to be scrambling tomorrow.”
Karina sighed but acquiesced, untangling herself from you with obvious reluctance. “Okay.”
You all moved back inside, turning on the soft interior lights. The bungalow, which had felt like a secret, passionate playground, now just felt like a very nice hotel room that needed to be vacated. Su-A disappeared into her room. Ryujin and Karina headed toward yours.
You stood in the living area for a moment, watching them go. Karina glanced back over her shoulder, giving you that shy, heart-stopping smile once more before disappearing into the bedroom.
Ryujin, however, stopped in the doorway. She turned, her expression thoughtful in the low light. “Hey,” she said. “Before we get bogged down in packing… there’s one last thing I want to do here. One last memory to make.”
Ryujin’s words hung in the doorway, charged with a quiet intensity that cut through the mundane task of packing. Her eyes, usually so sharp and playful, held a softer, more desperate edge. The mention of a “last memory” wasn’t a suggestion for another game. It was a need.
“What did you have in mind?” you asked, your voice lower than you intended.
She didn’t answer with words. She simply stepped back into the living area, letting the bedroom door swing shut behind her. The soft light from the table lamp painted her face in warm gold and deep shadow. She walked toward you, each step slow and deliberate on the polished wooden floor. When she was close enough that you could smell the salt and sunscreen still on her skin, she stopped.
“Last night was… everything,” she began, her raspy voice barely above a whisper. “But it was also frantic. Hungry. It was about catching up for lost time.” She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw, a touch so tender it made your breath stutter. “I haven’t had nearly enough of just… this. Of taking my time with you.”
From the bedroom, you heard the soft shuffle of feet. Karina appeared in the doorway, having changed into a simple, thin cotton sleep shirt that fell to her mid-thigh. She leaned against the frame, watching, her expression one of gentle understanding.
“I can’t sleep,” Ryujin continued, her thumb brushing your lower lip. “My mind won’t shut off. All I can think about is your mouth. The way you taste. The sounds you make. The weight of you on top of me, inside me.” Her confession was blunt, stripped of her usual teasing armor. It was raw. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you since I was dumb enough to think you were just Su-A’s cute little brother. And now that I’ve had you, the thought of leaving this place without… without savoring you… it feels wrong.”
Your heart was a pounding drum in your chest. “Ryujin-noona…”
“Shh,” she murmured, shifting her hand to cradle the back of your neck. “Just let me have this. Let us have this.”
She closed the final distance, her lips meeting yours. It wasn’t the aggressive, claiming kiss from the night before. This was slow. Painfully slow. A soft press, a retreat, another press that lingered, her mouth moving against yours with a sensual patience that melted your bones. Her tongue traced the seam of your lips, asking, not demanding. You opened for her, and the kiss deepened into something lush and explorative. You could taste the fading sweetness of the sunset drink on her tongue, the unique, warm flavor that was just her.
Her hands slid down your back, pulling your body flush against hers. Through your thin t-shirt and her band tee, you could feel the firm planes of her stomach, the rapid beat of her heart. One of her hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, her palm scorching against the skin of your lower back. The touch drew a low groan from you, swallowed by her mouth.
A soft clearing of a throat made you both break the kiss, but only just. Your foreheads rested together as you turned your heads.
Su-A stood at the entrance to her room, having changed into a silky, emerald green camisole and shorts set. She wasn’t smiling her usual catlike grin. Her expression was one of deep, rapt attention. “Don’t stop on my account,” she said, her voice a husky murmur. She leaned against her doorframe, mirroring Karina’s pose across the room. “This is the memory she’s talking about. I want in.”
Karina, emboldened by Su-A’s presence, pushed off from her doorway and walked toward you. She came to stand beside Ryujin, her gaze soft and full of wanting. “Me too,” she said simply.
Ryujin pulled back just enough to look at Karina, then at Su-A. A slow, genuine smile spread across her kiss-swollen lips. “Good.” She looked back at you, her eyes dancing. “Then let’s do this properly. No dares. No games. Just us. And I want to take my fucking time.”
She took a half-step back, her hands moving to the hem of her loose band t-shirt. Her eyes locked on yours as she began to pull it up, revealing the taut, tan skin of her stomach inch by inch. The muscles in her abdomen flexed subtly. The lamp light caught the smooth curve of her waist, the defined lines leading down to the waistband of her bike shorts. She pulled the shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor with a whisper of fabric.
She stood before you in just her black sports bra and the tight bike shorts. Her arms, lean and defined, were on full display. The sports bra hugged her small, pert breasts, the cut highlighting the elegant line of her collarbones. She was all compact strength and graceful lines, a tomboyish elegance that was utterly captivating.
“Your turn,” she said, her gaze dipping to your t-shirt.
Your fingers felt clumsy, but you grasped the hem of your shirt and pulled it off, tossing it aside. The cooler air of the bungalow kissed your skin, raising goosebumps.
Ryujin’s eyes darkened as she looked at you. “So good,” she breathed. She stepped close again, but this time her hands went to your shoulders, then slid down your arms, feeling the muscle there. Her touch was worshipful, mapping you. “I’ve wanted to look my fill for so long.”
As her hands explored your chest and stomach, Karina moved. She came up behind you, her body pressing against your back. You felt the soft, heavy weight of her breasts against your shoulder blades, the whisper of her cotton sleep shirt. Her arms slid around your waist, her hands splaying over your abdomen, her chin resting on your shoulder. Her breath was warm against your neck.
“You’re so warm,” she murmured, nuzzling into the space between your neck and shoulder. Her lips brushed your skin, a ghost of a kiss.
Su-A watched for another moment, then pushed off the doorframe. She didn’t speak as she approached, her movements fluid and confident. She stopped in front of you, her eyes studying the tableau—Ryujin before you, Karina behind you. A faint, approving smile touched her lips. Then her hands came up to the thin straps of her camisole. She pushed them off her shoulders, letting the silky green fabric slither down her body to pool at her feet. She stood in just a matching set of emerald green lace panties, her figure toned and graceful in the soft light.
“If we’re savoring,” Su-A said, her voice a low purr, “then we’re all in.”
The sight of the three of them, in various states of undress, focused entirely on you, was almost too much to process. It was a dizzying, breathtaking form of worship.
Ryujin’s attention was pulled to Su-A for a second, a smirk playing on her lips. “Always have to make an entrance, unnie.”
“Always,” Su-A agreed, her eyes gleaming.
Ryujin’s focus returned to you. Her fingers found the button of your shorts, popping it open with a deft flick. The zipper rasped down. “These are in the way,” she said, her voice thick.
Karina’s hands at your waist helped, pushing the fabric over your hips. Together, they eased your shorts and boxers down your legs until you could step out of them. You were naked now, exposed to their combined gaze. The air felt electric on your skin.
Ryujin didn’t immediately touch you again. She just looked, her eyes traveling down your body with a heated appreciation that made your skin flush. “Perfect,” she whispered.
Then she sank to her knees.
The world narrowed to the sight of Ryujin on her knees before you, her head level with your hips. Her hands settled on your thighs, her thumbs rubbing slow circles on the sensitive inner skin. She looked up at you, her eyes huge and dark. “I’ve dreamed about this view,” she admitted, her voice rough.
Karina, still holding you from behind, tightened her arms around you. One of her hands drifted lower, her fingers trailing through the hair at the base of your stomach, but going no further. She was content to hold, to be connected, while Ryujin took the lead.
Su-A came to stand beside Ryujin, looking down at her friend with a mix of affection and arousal. She reached out and ran her fingers through Ryujin’s dark hair, pushing it back from her forehead. “Show him how much you missed him,” Su-A murmured, her words a clear encouragement.
Ryujin didn’t need more invitation. She leaned forward, but instead of taking you in her mouth, she pressed her face against your stomach, kissing the skin just above your navel. Her lips were soft, warm. She trailed kisses lower, along the line of hair, her breath fanning over you. Her hands slid to your ass, gripping firmly, pulling you just a fraction closer.
“You have no idea,” she whispered against your skin, her words a hot vibration. “The nights I lay awake, imagining your cock in my mouth. Wondering how you’d taste. How you’d feel on my tongue.” She kissed the base of your shaft, a slow, open-mouthed press that made your legs tremble. “The reality is so much fucking better.”
Finally, her tongue swept out, a broad, wet stroke from root to tip. A ragged groan tore from your throat. Karina’s arms squeezed you in response, her own breathing growing uneven against your back.
Ryujin took her time, her tongue painting slow, maddening circles around the head, licking away the bead of moisture that had gathered there. She savored it, humming softly. “So good,” she mumbled, her lips brushing against you as she spoke. “All for me. For us.”
She opened her mouth and took you in, not with a sudden plunge, but with an excruciatingly slow descent. You watched, mesmerized, as your length disappeared between her lips, her cheeks hollowing slightly. She reached about halfway, her tongue working along the underside, before pulling back with a soft, wet pop.
“Fuck, Ryujin…” you gasped.
She grinned up at you, a wicked, beautiful sight. “I plan to,” she said, before diving back in. This time she took more, her head beginning to bob in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her hands kneaded your ass, guiding your gentle movements. Every pull of her mouth, every flick of her tongue was a masterpiece of controlled pleasure. She was savoring you, just as she promised.
The dual sensations were overwhelming—the hot, wet suction of Ryujin’s mouth, and the soft, full press of Karina’s body against your back, her occasional kisses on your shoulder blade, her hands stroking your stomach.
Then Su-A moved. She knelt beside Ryujin, her face close to her friend’s working mouth. She watched, her own lips slightly parted. After a moment, she turned her head and captured Ryujin’s lips in a deep, messy kiss. You could see their tongues slide together, taste mingling. It was intensely erotic, a shared intimacy that included you completely.
Su-A broke the kiss, her eyes finding yours. “She’s good, isn’t she?” she said, her voice breathless. “But she shouldn’t have all the fun.”
Su-A’s hands joined Ryujin’s on your thighs, her touch slightly cooler. She leaned in and began to kiss and lick the skin of your hip, her mouth working in tandem with Ryujin’s. When Ryujin pulled back to breathe, her lips slick and swollen, Su-A took her place, taking you into her own mouth without hesitation.
The difference was striking. Where Ryujin’s technique was all playful, passionate control, Su-A’s was confident and deep. She took you to the back of her throat almost immediately, a low hum of pleasure vibrating through you. Her hands slid up to your stomach, her nails scratching lightly through the hair there.
Ryujin watched for a moment, panting, a look of pure lust on her face. Then she turned her attention to your balls, cupping them gently in one hand while her mouth and tongue lavished attention on the sensitive skin beneath.
You were lost in a vortex of sensation. Karina’s whispers of encouragement in your ear. The wet, hot heat of Su-A’s mouth. The clever, teasing flicks of Ryujin’s tongue. Your fingers tangled in Su-A’s hair, then in Ryujin’s, not guiding, just needing to hold on.
“That’s it,” Karina whispered, her voice trembling with her own arousal. “They love you so much. We all do.”
Su-A pulled off with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting her lips to you. “Okay,” she panted, her eyes glazed. “My turn for that view.” She shifted, moving to sit on the floor beside you, leaning her head against Karina’s leg, looking up the line of your body.
Ryujin reclaimed her position, her mouth enveloping you once more, her rhythm growing a fraction more urgent, a fraction more desperate. The buildup was exquisite, a slow coil of tension in your gut.
But you didn’t want to finish like this. Not yet. Not when the promise of more hung in the air.
With a force of will that felt superhuman, you gently pulled Ryujin’s head back by her hair. She released you with a surprised, wet sound, looking up at you with questioning, lust-drowned eyes.
“My turn,” you breathed, your voice barely recognizable.
You turned in Karina’s arms, facing her. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted. You cupped her face and kissed her, pouring all the building intensity into it. She melted against you, her hands coming up to clutch at your shoulders. You walked her backward slowly until her legs hit the edge of the large, low sofa in the middle of the room.
“Lie down,” you murmured against her mouth.
She did, sinking into the soft cushions, her cotton sleep shirt riding up to the tops of her thighs. You followed her down, settling between her legs, bracing yourself over her. You kissed her again, deeply, while your hand slid up her thigh, under the hem of her shirt. You found the damp heat of her panties, and a shuddering moan broke from her lips into your mouth.
From the floor, Ryujin and Su-A watched. Ryujin crawled closer, coming to kneel beside the sofa at Karina’s head. She leaned down and kissed Karina’s temple, then her cheek, then captured her lips in a searing kiss of her own, her hand coming to rest on Karina’s stomach, under her shirt.
Su-A stood and walked to the other side of the sofa. She looked down at the three of you, her gaze hungry. Slowly, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her lace panties and pushed them down her legs, kicking them aside. She was now fully naked, her body a stunning silhouette against the room’s light. She climbed onto the sofa, kneeling near Karina’s hips.
You broke your kiss with Karina, both of you breathless. You looked at Su-A, then at Ryujin. “All of you,” you said, the command soft but undeniable. “I want to see all of you.”
Understanding flashed in their eyes. Ryujin sat back on her heels and pulled her sports bra over her head in one swift motion. Her breasts were small, high, and perfectly shaped, with dusky pink nipples that were already peaked tight. She didn’t shy away; she arched her back slightly, offering herself to your gaze.
Su-A, already bare, simply smiled and ran her hands over her own curves, from her breasts down to her hips, a slow, proud caress.
Karina, beneath you, bit her lip. With a shy glance, she gripped the hem of her sleep shirt and pulled it up, over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She was left in only a pair of simple, pale blue cotton panties. Her breasts spilled free, full and heavy, their weight shifting as she breathed. Her nipples were a deeper pink, large and beautifully erect.
The sight stole the air from your lungs. Three stunning women, all bare, all focused on you and each other. Ryujin’s athletic leanness. Karina’s lush, generous curves. Su-A’s toned, confident elegance. It was a mosaic of desire, and you were at the center.
You lowered your head to Karina’s breast, taking one taut nipple into your mouth. She cried out, her back arching off the cushions. You sucked gently, then with more pressure, your tongue circling the peak. Your hand found her other breast, kneading the soft, heavy flesh, thumb brushing over the nipple.
Ryujin’s hand joined yours, her fingers tracing the curves of Karina’s breast you weren’t touching. “So beautiful, Kka,” Ryujin murmured, before leaning down to kiss Karina’s stomach.
Su-A watched for a moment, her hand drifting between her own legs. She touched herself, her fingers sliding through her folds, a soft sigh escaping her. She wasn’t just an observer; she was a participant, getting off on the sight and the energy in the room.
You moved your mouth lower, trailing kisses down Karina’s quivering stomach. You hooked your fingers into the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips, a silent plea, and you pulled them down and off her legs. She was completely exposed now, her thighs falling open slightly.
Her pussy was beautiful. Neatly trimmed, her lips full and already glistening with her arousal. The scent of her, musky and sweet, filled the air around you. You knelt between her legs, your hands spreading her thighs wider.
“Please,” she whimpered, her hands fisting in the sofa cushions.
You didn’t make her wait. You lowered your head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss right to her center. Her whole body jerked. Her taste exploded on your tongue—salty, earthy, uniquely Karina. You groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her sensitive flesh.
You began to eat her pussy with a focused hunger, but with the same slow, savoring pace Ryujin had set. Your tongue traced long, slow strokes from her entrance up to her clit, which was already swollen and peeking from its hood. You circled it, lightly at first, then with more firm pressure.
Karina’s moans were high and breathy, music to your ears. Her hands flew to your hair, not pushing, just holding on. “Oh, god… right there… yes…”
Ryujin moved. She stretched out beside Karina’s head, facing her. She kissed Karina deeply, swallowing her moans. One of Ryujin’s hands slid down to cup Karina’s breast, pinching and rolling her nipple.
Su-A crawled closer. She positioned herself near your hip, her eyes on your face as you worshipped Karina’s cunt. Her own fingers were busy between her legs, moving in quick, slick circles. “Look at you,” Su-A breathed, her voice thick with lust. “You’re a natural. Making her feel so good.”
You doubled your efforts, your tongue spearing into Karina’s entrance before flattening against her clit. You sucked the sensitive nub into your mouth, and Karina shattered. Her orgasm hit her suddenly, her body bowing off the sofa. A sharp cry was torn from her throat, muffled by Ryujin’s kiss. Her thighs clamped around your head, her hips bucking against your mouth as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. You felt her cunt clench rhythmically around nothing, her juices flowing freely over your chin.
You gentled your tongue, licking her through the aftershocks until her grip on your hair loosened and her body went boneless against the cushions, her chest heaving.
You lifted your head, your lips and chin slick. Ryujin broke the kiss with Karina to look at you, her eyes blazing. Without a word, she grabbed your face and pulled you into a fierce, deep kiss. You could taste Karina on your lips, and Ryujin groaned into your mouth, her tongue licking the flavor from yours.
“My turn,” Ryujin growled when she released you. She pushed you onto your back on the sofa, right next to the spent and trembling Karina. Ryujin swung her leg over your hips, straddling you. Her wet, bare cunt pressed against your hard stomach. She leaned down, bracing her hands on either side of your head, her small breasts dangling above your face.
“You made her come so pretty,” Ryujin whispered, her hips grinding slowly against you, smearing her own arousal on your skin. “Now I want you to make me scream.”
She lowered her mouth to yours in a devouring kiss. As she kissed you, her hand snaked between your bodies, her fingers wrapping around your shaft. She guided you to her entrance, the head of your cock nudging against her soaked, hot folds.
She paused, hovering there, letting you feel the incredible heat of her, the way her body welcomed you without even taking you in. She was dripping, her wetness coating you.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she confessed against your lips, her voice breaking with emotion. “Not just the fucking. You. I want you. All of you.” She looked over at Karina, who was watching with hazy, loving eyes, and then at Su-A, who had stopped touching herself to watch this moment with rapt attention. “And I want them to have you, too. We’re sharing you. We’re keeping you.”
With that, she sank down, taking you inside her in one slow, breathtaking inch.
The sensation was blinding. Her tight, silken heat enveloped you, a perfect, glove-like fit. She was so tight you saw stars, her inner muscles fluttering around the intrusion. She took you another inch, a low, guttural moan spilling from her lips. Her forehead dropped to yours, her eyes squeezed shut.
“Fuck… you’re so big,” she gasped. “So deep.”
She began to move, lifting her hips and sinking back down, setting a slow, grinding rhythm that had you seeing stars. Each descent was a deliberate, full-bodied surrender. You could feel every inch of her inner walls gripping you, massaging you. Her breasts brushed against your chest with every movement.
You gripped her hips, helping her set the pace. Your mouth found her neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin there. She cried out, her pace faltering for a second before becoming more urgent.
Karina recovered enough to prop herself up on an elbow. She leaned over and captured one of Ryujin’s bouncing breasts in her mouth, sucking the nipple deeply. Ryujin’s moan turned into a ragged sob of pleasure.
Su-A moved then. She came around the sofa and knelt on the floor near your head. She bent down and kissed you, her tongue plunging into your mouth as you fucked her best friend. The multitasking of sensations—Ryujin’s tight cunt milking your cock, Su-A’s hungry kiss, Karina’s mouth on Ryujin’s breast—drove you to the edge of madness.
“That’s it, baby,” Su-A whispered against your lips when she broke the kiss. “Fuck her just like that. She’s wanted it for years. Give her everything.”
Ryujin’s movements became more erratic, her breathing sharp pants against your ear. “I’m close… so close… don’t stop…”
You drove up into her, meeting her downward thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a lewd, rhythmic music. Karina’s hand slipped between your bodies, her fingers finding Ryujin’s clit and rubbing tight, fast circles.
That was all it took.
Ryujin’s body seized. A raw, shattered scream tore from her throat as her orgasm ripped through her. Her cunt clamped down on you in a series of violent, fluttering spasms, so intense it was almost painful. She collapsed forward onto your chest, her body convulsing, her internal muscles pulling and squeezing every last drop of sensation from you.
The feeling of her coming apart on top of you, her hot release flooding around your cock, pushed you over the edge. With a shout of her name, you erupted inside her. Your hips pistoned up, burying yourself to the hilt as your own release surged through you in thick, pulsing waves. The pleasure was catastrophic, wiping out every thought, leaving only the feel of her, the scent of her sweat and sex, and the sound of her weeping with release against your shoulder.
For long moments, the only sounds were ragged breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioner. Ryujin lay boneless atop you, her heart hammering against yours. You were still buried inside her, both of you pulsing with the aftershocks.
Slowly, gently, Karina and Su-A’s hands were on you both, stroking Ryujin’s back, your arms. Tender, grounding touches.
Ryujin finally stirred, lifting her head. Her eyes were glassy, her makeup smudged, her lips swollen. She looked utterly wrecked and more beautiful than you’d ever seen her. She leaned down and kissed you, a soft, trembling kiss full of unspoken emotion.
“I love you,” she whispered, the words a secret just for you in the aftermath. “I’ve loved you for so long.”
Before you could even process that, the world shifted again. Su-A’s hands were on Ryujin’s shoulders, gently easing her off you. Ryujin slid off to the side with a soft, sated sigh, curling into Karina’s waiting arms on the sofa.
You were exposed again, lying on your back, spent but still throbbing. Su-A looked down at you, her eyes dark with intent. She wasn’t finished. None of them were.
“My turn,” Su-A said, her voice a velvet promise as she swung her leg over your hips, her own wetness now
Ryujin’s spent body curled into Karina’s embrace, their shared warmth a soft island on the vast sofa. You lay beneath Su-A, her weight not yet fully settled, her thighs straddling your hips, her gaze a storm of intent. The air was thick with the scent of sex—musky, salty, sweet—and the low hum of satisfaction.
Su-A didn’t speak. She just looked at you, her eyes tracing the lines of your face, your chest still damp from Ryujin’s sweat and her own release. Her fingers, cool and deliberate, brushed over your stomach, tracing the path of a drop of sweat. Then her hand moved lower, her palm cupping your cock, which was still semi-hard, slick with Ryujin’s juices and your own.
“You’re still so ready,” she observed, her voice a low, velvet murmur. She squeezed gently, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head. A fresh jolt of arousal sparked through your fatigue. “Even after fucking Ryujin’s brains out. You’re a greedy boy.”
From the side, Ryujin chuckled, a tired, happy sound. “He’s ours, unnie. We can be greedy too.”
Karina shifted, her hand stroking Ryujin’s hair. “Should we… help?” she asked, her shyness returning but tempered with a new confidence.
Su-A’s smile was predatory. “Yes. But not like before. I have a different fantasy.” Her eyes locked on yours. “I’ve watched you with them. I’ve watched you take them, make them come. It’s fucking hot. But I’ve also watched them worship you. Ryujin’s mouth on you… Karina’s hands on you… I want that. I want to watch them do it again, but this time, I want to be in the middle of it. I want to feel it.”
You understood. “What do you want?”
She leaned down, her lips brushing yours, a ghost of a kiss. “I want you to lie back. And I want Ryujin and Karina to give you a double blowjob. While I watch. While I touch myself. While I get so fucking wet just looking at my friends choking on your cock.” Her breath was hot against your ear. “And then… I want you to drag me into it. I want a triple. I want all three of our mouths on you, licking, sucking, sharing you. I want to see you slap their asses while they gag on you. I want to see you own them. The thought of it… it makes my cunt ache.”
Her confession was pure, unfiltered lust. It mirrored your own deepest desires, the ones you hadn’t even fully articulated.
Ryujin was already moving. She disentangled herself from Karina, a new energy in her tired limbs. “Fuck yes,” she rasped, crawling off the sofa. She stood, her naked body gleaming in the lamplight, and walked to the other side of you. “I’m not done tasting him. I want to taste him with you, Karina.”
Karina, with a shy but determined nod, also rose. She moved to join Ryujin, both of them now kneeling on the floor beside the sofa, facing you. Their faces were level with your hips. Ryujin’s expression was eager, hungry. Karina’s was soft, but her eyes held a dark, wanting fire.
Su-A shifted, swinging her leg off you and sitting back on the sofa cushions beside your hip. She gave you space, but her presence was a palpable force. “Go on,” she purred. “Show me.”
Ryujin didn’t hesitate. Her hand wrapped around your shaft, her grip firm. She leaned in and her tongue darted out, licking a long stripe from the base to the tip, cleaning away the mixed fluids. “Still so perfect,” she mumbled, before opening her mouth and taking the head inside.
Karina watched for a second, then mirrored her. She didn’t take you in her mouth yet. Instead, she kissed the side of your shaft, her lips soft and warm. Then she nuzzled the skin just below, her cheek rubbing against you. It was tender, almost affectionate, before her mouth joined Ryujin’s.
They didn’t coordinate with words. It was an instinctual teamwork. Ryujin took the upper half, her mouth sinking down until her lips met her hand. Karina focused on the lower half and your balls. Her tongue swirled around the base, then licked over your sensitive sac, her mouth gentle but insistent.
The dual sensation was incredible. Ryujin’s suction was strong, rhythmic, her head bobbing with a practiced ease. Karina’s mouth was softer, wetter, her tongue exploring every inch she could reach. Their heads bumped occasionally, a soft collision that only seemed to spur them on.
Su-A watched, her breathing becoming audible. She spread her legs wider, one hand coming up to cup her own breast, pinching her nipple. The other hand slid between her thighs. You could hear the wet sound of her fingers moving through her folds. “Look at them,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “They’re so fucking good at this. They love your cock so much.”
Ryujin pulled back, her lips releasing you with a wet pop. She looked at Karina. “Switch,” she said, her voice thick.
Karina understood. She moved up, taking the head into her mouth as Ryujin shifted down, her mouth now lavishing attention on your balls. Karina’s technique was different—less aggressive, more exploratory. She sucked gently, her tongue fluttering against the underside of the head. Her full lips enveloped you beautifully, and the sight of her, usually so shy, being so brazen, sent a surge of heat through your gut.
“God, Karina,” you groaned, your hand reaching out to stroke her hair.
She moaned around you, the vibration traveling straight down your spine.
Ryujin wasn’t content with just your balls. Her hand joined her mouth, her fingers stroking the length Karina wasn’t sucking, her thumb rubbing the frenulum. Then she moved her mouth higher, kissing and licking the shaft alongside Karina’s working lips. They were sharing the space, their mouths sometimes meeting, tongues tangling around your flesh.
Su-A’s moan cut through the room. “I can’t… just watch…” Her fingers were working faster now, her hips rocking slightly. “I need to be in it.”
You reached out, your hand not gentle, grabbing a fistful of Su-A’s silky hair. “Then get in it,” you growled, the possessiveness in your voice surprising even you.
She didn’t resist. She leaned forward, crawling off the sofa to kneel on the floor in front of you, between Ryujin and Karina. The three of them now formed a triangle around your cock, their faces all within inches of each other.
“All of you,” you commanded. “Now.”
Ryujin grinned, a wild, excited look. She took the initiative, leaning in and taking about half of your length into her mouth again. Karina, seeing Ryujin’s position, focused on the remaining half, her mouth meeting Ryujin’s, their lips touching around your shaft. It was a double blowjob, but with their mouths overlapping, a messy, wet, shared effort.
Su-A didn’t take you in her mouth immediately. She lowered her head and began to lick and kiss wherever she could find space—the base, the skin above your balls, the side of your shaft pressed against Ryujin’s cheek. Her tongue was hot, her kisses desperate. Then she found a spot. She pressed her open mouth against the side of your cock where Karina’s lips were, sucking the skin there, her tongue dancing alongside Karina’s.
The view was hot as fuck. Three beautiful, naked women, their hair falling around their faces, their lips swollen and slick, all focused on one goal: worshipping your cock. Their cheeks hollowed as they sucked. Their tongues flicked and swirled. Saliva dripped, mixing with pre-cum and their own arousal. The sounds were obscene—wet slurps, soft gagging noises, low hums of pleasure.
You let your hands roam. You reached out and grabbed Ryujin’s ass, her toned, firm cheek fitting perfectly in your palm. You squeezed, then slapped it—not hard, but with a sharp, crisp sound that echoed in the room.
Ryujin gasped around your cock, her body jerking, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she sucked harder, a challenge.
You turned your attention to Karina. Her ass was fuller, softer. Your hand smacked her cheek, the flesh jiggling beautifully under the impact. She whimpered, a sound of pure submission, and deep-throat you further, taking more of your length than she had before.
Su-A, still licking, looked up at you, her eyes begging. You didn’t slap her ass. You grabbed her hair again, pulling her head forward. “Suck,” you ordered. “Take it.”
She obeyed. She opened her mouth and took the head of your cock into her mouth, her lips sealing around it just below where Ryujin and Karina were working. Now you had three mouths on you at once. Ryujin on the upper half, Karina on the middle, Su-A on the head and the underside. The pressure, the heat, the wetness was overwhelming. Their tongues collided, their lips slid against each other, a symphony of shared pleasure.
They were yours. The thought of it, the visual proof of it, made your cock swell harder, thicker, pushing against the confines of their mouths. You could feel the veins on your shaft throbbing, the head swelling almost painfully.
“You’re choking them,” you muttered, more to yourself than to them. And they were. Ryujin’s eyes were watering as she took you deeper. Karina’s breath was coming in ragged gasps between sucks. Su-A was gagging slightly, but she didn’t pull back; she pushed forward, taking more.
You slapped Ryujin’s ass again, harder this time. A red mark bloomed on her pale skin. She moaned, a guttural, desperate sound, and her cunt, visible from your angle, clenched visibly, dripping fresh arousal onto the floor.
You slapped Karina’s ass, the sound a satisfying thud. Her whole body shuddered, and she released you for a second, coughing, before diving back in with renewed fervor.
Su-A’s hand was still between her own legs, frantically rubbing her clit. “Fuck, fuck, I’m so close…” she panted, her words garbled around your cock.
You wanted to see her come. “Keep going,” you urged, your voice rough. “Make her come while she sucks me.”
Ryujin and Karina understood. They increased their pace, their bobbing heads becoming a synchronized, frantic rhythm. Su-A’s moans grew louder, higher. Her body began to tremble. Her fingers moved wildly, and then her hips bucked. A sharp, broken cry escaped her as her orgasm hit. You felt it through her body, the tension snapping, her mouth going slack around you for a moment as she was lost in the peak.
But she recovered quickly, her mouth resuming its work, sucking with a desperate, post-orgasm hunger.
The combined assault was too much. The coil in your gut tightened to a breaking point. Your balls drew up, a familiar, urgent pressure building.
“I’m gonna come,” you warned, your fingers tightening in their hair.
They didn’t pull away. They pushed in. Ryujin took you as deep as she could, her throat opening around you. Karina swallowed half your length, her nose buried in your stomach. Su-A sucked the head fiercely, her tongue massaging the tip.
The release was volcanic. Your hips bucked off the sofa cushions, thrusting into their collective mouths. The first blast shot directly into Ryujin’s throat. She gulped, swallowing convulsively. The second pulse flooded Karina’s mouth, and she drank it down, her eyes closed in ecstasy. The third, and fourth, and fifth surges filled Su-A’s mouth, spilling over her lips, dripping down her chin.
You came for a long time, a seemingly endless eruption of pent-up need and ownership. They took it all, sucking, swallowing, licking clean every drop that escaped. Their faces were slick with your cum and their saliva, a messy, beautiful painting of submission.
When the last tremor passed, you collapsed back onto the sofa, your body drained, your mind blank. They slowly released you, pulling back with soft, wet sounds.
Ryujin was the first to speak, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a proud smile on her face. “Fuck, that was intense.”
Karina nodded, her cheeks flushed crimson. She leaned forward and kissed your stomach, a tender, post-service gesture. “You taste so good,” she murmured.
Su-A sat back on her heels, looking dazed and satisfied. She ran her fingers through the cum on her chin, then licked them clean. “I’ve never… done that before. A triple. It’s fucking incredible.” She looked at Ryujin and Karina. “You two are amazing.”
Ryujin crawled forward, not to you, but to Su-A. She kissed Su-A deeply, their tongues sliding together, sharing the taste of you. “We’re a good team,” Ryujin said when they broke apart.
Karina joined them, kissing Su-A’s cheek, then Ryujin’s. The three of them, naked, covered in the evidence of your shared act, formed a small circle of intimacy on the floor. They weren’t jealous. They were happy. Harem-sisters, pleased with their work, pleased with each other.
You watched them, your heart swelling with an emotion beyond lust. It was a deep, warm possessiveness, yes, but also a profound gratitude. They had given you everything, and they had done it together.
After a moment of soft murmurs and touches, Ryujin turned her gaze back to you. “You’re spent,” she observed, her raspy voice gentle. “But we’re not done with our last day.” She glanced out the window, where the first hints of dawn were painting the sky a pale grey. “We have a few hours before we need to pack and leave.”
Su-A stood up, her body elegant even in its fatigue. “A shower,” she declared. “A shared one. To clean up. And then… maybe we can take this energy somewhere else. The private deck. The sunrise.”
Karina’s eyes lit up. “Outside?”
The idea was enticing. The memory of the previous night’s intimacy under the moon, now followed by a sunrise with all three of them…
The shower was a wide, open space, tiled in cool grey stone, with a rainfall showerhead the size of a dinner plate centered in the ceiling. It was built for luxury, for relaxation, not for the kind of frantic, multi-bodied intimacy that was now unfolding within it. But that’s exactly what it became.
Su-A led the way, her posture still regal even as she stepped onto the slick tiles. Ryujin followed, her hand reaching back to pull Karina along. You were the last to enter, the glass door sliding shut behind you with a soft click, sealing you all in a world of warm steam and shared vulnerability.
The water wasn’t on yet. For a moment, you just stood there, the four of you naked in the pale morning light filtering through a high window. The air was cool on your skin, a contrast to the heat still lingering in your blood. You looked at them, and they looked at you. Ryujin’s sharp, athletic frame, marked by the faint red blotch from your slap on her ass. Karina’s softer, curvier silhouette, her breasts heavy and full, her cheeks flushed. Su-A’s toned, confident body, a canvas of controlled power and recent release. And you, standing amidst them, feeling both exposed and utterly accepted.
Su-A reached for the control panel. A dial turned, and a moment later, a cascade of warm water fell from above, drenching you all in a sudden, unifying downpour. It was hot, almost scalding at first, then adjusted to a perfect, enveloping warmth.
“Okay,” Su-A said, her voice clear under the water’s patter. “No more fucking for now. Just… cleaning up. Talking. Being together.”
It was a directive, but it felt like a permission. A space to breathe.
Ryujin stepped under the central stream, letting the water run over her face, her short hair plastering to her scalp. She sighed, a sound of pure contentment. “God, that feels good. My mouth feels… used.”
Karina giggled, a soft, shy sound. She moved closer to Ryujin, letting the water hit her back. “My throat feels the same. But… good. Used in a good way.”
You moved to stand beside Su-A, who was already soaping up her hands with a bottle of expensive-looking body wash from a shelf. The scent was clean, herbal, with a hint of citrus. She began to wash her arms, her movements methodical.
“So,” she said, not looking at you directly. “How are you feeling? In your head. Not just your body.”
The question was unexpected. It cut through the physical afterglow, probing the emotional landscape. You took a moment, letting the water run over your shoulders.
“I’m… overwhelmed,” you admitted. “In a good way. It’s like… everything I ever fantasized about, but it’s real. And it’s with you. All of you.” You glanced at Ryujin and Karina, who were now listening, their expressions open. “I’ve had a crush on both of you for years. Since you first started coming over to our house. Ryujin’s confidence… Karina’s smile… I used to think about it when I was alone. But I never thought…”
“You never thought we’d be on a trip together, sucking your cock in a triple blowjob?” Ryujin interjected, her raspy voice laced with amusement.
“Yeah,” you said, a laugh bubbling up. “That’s exactly what I never thought.”
Karina’s smile was tender. She stepped closer, the water making her skin glisten. “I thought about you too,” she confessed, her voice barely audible over the shower. “When I saw you studying in your room, or when you’d smile at me. I thought… he’s so kind. He has a nice smile. I wanted to talk to you more, but I was always too shy.”
Ryujin nodded, moving to Karina’s side, a protective, supportive presence. “Same. I hid it better, I guess. Teasing you, playing around—that was my way of showing I liked you. But the real feeling… it was deeper. When Su-A suggested this trip, and said you were coming… I knew it was my chance. To stop hiding.”
Su-A finished washing her arms and turned to you, her hands slick with soap. “My turn,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. She began to wash your chest, her palms sliding over your skin, spreading the soap in slow, circular motions. It wasn’t a sexual touch, but it was deeply intimate. Her fingers traced over your collarbone, your pectorals, the dip of your sternum. “I knew about your crushes,” she said, her eyes focused on her task. “I’ve known for a while. I see how you look at them. And I see how they look at you, even when they think no one’s noticing.”
You stood still, letting her cleanse you. “So this trip… it wasn’t just a vacation.”
“No,” Su-A confirmed. “It was a setup. A gift. For you, and for them.” She rinsed her hands under the water, then started on your back. Her fingers worked over your shoulders, down your spine. “I have a… fantasy, like I said. Seeing you happy. Seeing you taken care of. By people I love. And seeing them happy, too. It’s a kink, I guess. A deep one. But it’s also just… love. In a messy, complicated, fucking perfect way.”
Ryujin took the body wash next. She didn’t soap herself up first. She stepped towards Karina. “Let me,” she said softly. Karina nodded, turning her back to Ryujin. Ryujin’s hands, strong and sure, began to wash Karina’s shoulders, her back, the dip of her waist. Karina closed her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
“You’re so beautiful, Karina,” Ryujin murmured, her voice devoid of its usual teasing edge. “I’ve always thought that.”
They shared a look, a silent communication that spoke of years of friendship, now deepened by a night of shared passion and service.
The shower became a choreography of care. Su-A washed you. Ryujin washed Karina. Then Karina, gaining confidence, took the soap and turned to Ryujin, washing her toned arms, her lean stomach. You watched, the warmth of the water and the warmth of their actions seeping into your bones.
After a while, the roles shifted again. Su-A finished with you and stepped back under the rainfall to rinse. You took the soap and turned to Karina. She looked at you, her gaze trusting.
“Can I?” you asked.
She nodded. “Please.”
You started with her shoulders, just as Ryujin had. Her skin was incredibly soft, like warm silk under your soapy palms. You moved down her back, feeling the subtle curve of her spine, the swell of her hips. She was quiet, but her breathing deepened. When your hands slid around to her stomach, just above the water’s stream, she trembled slightly.
“You okay?” you whispered.
“Yes,” she breathed. “It’s just… your hands feel so good. Safe.”
You continued, washing her front with a tender, respectful touch. You avoided her breasts, focusing on her ribs, her stomach, the tops of her thighs. It was an act of service, a return of the care she’d given you.
When you were done, she turned and, without a word, began to wash you again, a reciprocation that felt like a silent vow.
Ryujin and Su-A were talking under the shower stream, their voices low.
“What happens after today?” Ryujin asked Su-A, a pragmatic question cutting through the tenderness.
Su-A tilted her head back, letting the water run over her face. “We go home. Back to reality. Jobs, routines, all that.”
Ryujin’s expression sobered. “And… this? What we just did? What we are?”
Su-A looked at Ryujin, then at you and Karina. “This doesn’t end because the trip ends. This is… a new part of our reality. If we all want it to be.”
Karina paused her washing of your arm. “I want it,” she said, her voice firmer than you’d ever heard it. “I don’t want to go back to just being your stepsister’s friend who visits sometimes. I want… more.”
Ryujin grinned, that familiar, wild smile returning. “Hell yes. I want more too. I want to fuck him in my apartment. I want to cook tteokbokki for him and have Karina there. I want to share him. With you, Su-A. With Karina.”
The word “share” hung in the steam-filled air. It wasn’t a dirty word here. It was a promise.
Su-A nodded. “It’ll be complicated. Logistics. Feelings. But we’re all adults. We can figure it out.” She looked at you. “What do you want?”
You’d been listening, your mind racing through scenarios. The idea of returning to your normal life—college, your part-time job, your quiet room—and then having this… this incredible, secret network of intimacy with these three women… it was dizzying.
“I want it all,” you said, the truth simple and stark. “I want Karina’s shy smiles in my kitchen. I want Ryujin’s teasing texts during my classes. I want Su-A’s… orchestrations. I want to be with you. All of you. In whatever way works.”
Ryujin laughed, a happy, relieved sound. “Then we’ll make it work. We’re a fucking good team, remember?”
The water continued to fall, rinsing away the soap, the sweat, the remnants of your shared climax. You were clean now, physically. But emotionally, you were raw, open, newly configured.
Su-A turned off the water. The sudden silence was striking. The only sound was the drip of water from bodies and the distant hum of the resort’s infrastructure.
“We should dry off,” Su-A said, practical again. “And then… the deck. The sunrise.”
There were thick, white cotton towels stacked on a heated rack. Ryujin grabbed a few and started handing them out. The act of drying each other became another intimate ritual. Karina toweled your back, her movements gentle. You dried her hair, blotting the water from her long, dark strands. Ryujin dried Su-A’s athletic limbs with a brisk, efficient touch, and Su-A returned the favor.
When you were all mostly dry, standing in the steamy bathroom, a new kind of tension began to weave itself into the air. It was the tension of anticipation. The promise of the sunrise, of the private deck, of a “last memory” still to be made.
Ryujin was the first to move towards the door leading to the deck. It was a sliding glass panel, currently showing a view of the dark ocean and a sky that was transitioning from deep night to a pre-dawn indigo.
“It’s cold outside,” she observed, “but the deck has those loungers. And we have towels. We can wrap up.”
Karina hesitated, looking at her naked body. “Outside… naked?”
Su-A smiled. “It’s our private deck. No one can see. And the sunrise… it’s worth it. It’s the last thing we’ll see here together.”
That decided it. Karina nodded, a brave little gesture.
You all stepped out of the bathroom, padding across the cool floor of the bungalow’s main room towards the deck door. Ryujin slid it open. A rush of cool, salt-tanged air swept in, a shock against your warm skin. It was exhilarating.
The deck was wide, made of smooth, treated wood. It extended out over the water, with a railing around the edge. There were two wide, padded sun loungers, a small table, and a couple of thick, waterproof blankets folded on a shelf.
Ryujin grabbed the blankets. “These’ll help.”
You all stepped out onto the deck. The world was quiet, the resort asleep, the only sound the gentle lap of water against the bungalow’s pylons below. The sky was a masterpiece of gradient color—deep blue at the horizon, fading to a lighter, star-studded expanse above. In the east, a thin line of orange was just beginning to bleed into the darkness.
Ryujin spread one blanket on a lounger. “Come on,” she said, gesturing for you to sit.
You settled onto the lounger, the padded surface cool under your thighs. Karina sat beside you, close, her body leaning against yours for warmth. Ryujin sat on your other side, and Su-A took the space next to Karina, completing a circle on the single, wide lounger. Ryujin draped the second blanket over all of you, a shared canopy of warmth.
For a few minutes, you just sat there, wrapped in the blanket, watching the sky change. The silence was profound, but not empty. It was filled with the weight of the night’s events, the honesty of the shower talk, the promise of the future.
Karina’s hand found yours under the blanket. She laced her fingers through yours, her grip firm and sure.
“I’m not scared anymore,” she said, her voice a soft murmur against your ear. “Not of you. Not of this. I feel… free.”
Ryujin leaned her head on your shoulder. “I feel the same. I’ve been hiding this part of me—the part that wants to submit, to serve, to share—for so long. With you… it’s just out. It’s just me.”
Su-A watched the horizon, her profile elegant in the dim light. “I feel satisfied,” she said. “My fantasy… it’s real now. It’s not just a thought in my head. It’s you, here, with them. And you’re happy. They’re happy. That’s… everything I wanted.”
You listened to their confessions, each one a piece of a puzzle that was now, finally, assembled. Your crush on Karina—her shyness melted into a brave, free desire. Your crush on Ryujin—her tomboyish teasing transformed into a raw, open vulnerability. Your relationship with Su-A—her playful orchestrations revealed as a deep, loving kink aimed at your happiness.
The orange line on the horizon thickened, bleeding upward into a band of gold. The stars began to fade, surrendering to the coming light.
“What will it be like at home?” you asked, the practical worries surfacing. “You two live together, right?”
Ryujin and Karina nodded. “We share an apartment,” Ryujin confirmed. “It’ll be easy, in a way. He can come over. We can… continue.”
Su-A shifted under the blanket. “I live close by. I can be part of it. Or… I can be the planner. The one who sets up the next ‘trip.’” She smiled, a sly, knowing smile. “Maybe not the Maldives next time. Maybe a cabin. Or a beach house.”
The idea of a future, of continuity, solidified in the cool morning air. It wasn’t a fleeting holiday fantasy. It was a blueprint for a new kind of life.
The gold band in the sky now erupted into a brilliant, fiery orange. The sun itself wasn’t visible yet, but its light began to paint the underside of the clouds in brilliant hues of pink and lavender. The ocean, previously a dark mirror, started to gleam, reflecting the dawn colors in shifting, liquid patterns.
Karina squeezed your hand tighter. “It’s so beautiful.”
Ryujin sighed, a contented sound. “A perfect last memory.”
But as the light grew, the intimacy of the blanket-shared lounger began to feel… charged again. The cool air, the breathtaking vista, the naked bodies pressed together for warmth—it was a recipe for renewed tension.
Su-A’s hand, under the blanket, moved. It didn’t go to you. It went to Karina’s hip, resting there, a gentle, possessive touch. Karina didn’t flinch; she leaned into it.
Ryujin’s head tilted, her lips brushing your shoulder. “You’re getting hard again,” she whispered, her raspy voice full of amusement. “I can feel it against my leg.”
You were. The combination of their words, their touches, the majestic sunrise, the sheer improbability of this moment—it was stirring your body despite your fatigue.
“Sorry,” you mumbled, half-embarrassed.
“Don’t be sorry,” Ryujin said, her tone turning low and hungry. “It’s a compliment.” Her hand slid under the blanket, finding your thigh. Her fingers traced upwards, not towards your cock, but just stroking your skin. “The sunrise is beautiful. But watching it while feeling you get ready for us… that’s even better.”
Karina’s breathing changed. She felt Ryujin’s movement, heard her words. Her own hand, still holding yours, began to tremble slightly. Not from fear, but from arousal.
Su-A watched the two of them, her expression serene but her eyes dark with understanding. “The tension is back,” she observed softly. “We said no more fucking in the shower. But we’re not in the shower anymore.”
The implication hung in the air, as bright as the rising sun.
The orange glow intensified, and then, a sliver of the sun itself breached the horizon—a brilliant, blinding crescent of pure light. It painted the world in sharp, golden outlines. Your skin, their skin, the wood of the deck, the water below—everything was illuminated in a sudden, glorious dawn.
In that burst of light, Karina turned her face to you. Her eyes were wide, reflecting the sunrise, but also reflecting a deep, unwavering desire. “I want to feel you,” she whispered, her voice clear and sure in the new light. “Not like last night. Not like in the living room. Something… quieter. Just you and me. While the sun comes up.”
Ryujin’s fingers paused on your thigh. She didn’t protest. She nodded, a supportive, happy nod. “You should,” she said to Karina. “You deserve a moment that’s just yours.”
Su-A agreed. “We’ll watch. We’ll be here.”
The offer, the permission, was breathtaking. Karina wanted a private moment with you, within this shared space, with her harem-sisters witnessing but not intervening.
Karina shifted under the blanket, moving so she was facing you more fully. The blanket fell away from her shoulders, exposing her upper body to the cool air and the golden light. Her breasts, full and heavy, were illuminated, the nipples tightening in the chill. She was breathtaking.
She leaned forward, her lips meeting yours. The kiss was different from any before. It was slow, deep, and filled with a profound emotional current. It wasn’t a kiss leading to a fuck; it was a kiss affirming a bond. Her tongue touched yours gently, a soft exploration.
When the kiss ended, she pulled back just enough to speak. “Lie back,” she murmured.
You did, shifting on the lounger so you were reclining against the padded headrest. Karina moved with you, settling between your legs, her body covering yours. The blanket was now mostly off, a discarded pool of fabric beside the lounger. The sunrise bathed your naked bodies in warm, vivid light.
Ryujin and Su-A sat on the edges of the lounger, their bodies close, their eyes on you and Karina. They were spectators, but their presence was supportive, loving.
Karina’s hands slid over your stomach, your chest. Her touch was worshipful, tender. She didn’t rush. She traced every line, every contour, as if memorizing you in the dawn light. Her fingers brushed over your nipples, your collarbone, the dip of your throat.
Then her hands moved lower. She took your cock in her hand, not to suck it, but to hold it. She just held it, her palm warm against your hardening flesh. She looked at it, then at you, her eyes soft.
“I love this part of you,” she said, her voice a reverent whisper. “I love how it feels. I love what it does to me. To us.”
She began to stroke you, her hand moving up and down with a slow, deliberate pace. It wasn’t the frantic pumping of a blowjob. It was a sensual massage, a communion. Her thumb brushed over the head, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there.
The sunrise continued its ascent, the sliver becoming a half-circle, then a full, blazing orb lifting from the sea. The world was now fully awake, golden and bright.
Karina’s strokes continued, her rhythm steady, her gaze locked with yours. You could see Ryujin and Su-A in your periphery, watching silently, their expressions soft and approving.
“I’m not going to make you come,” Karina said, her voice still that gentle whisper. “I just want to feel you. I want you to feel me. I want this memory to be… slow. Perfect.”
You nodded, your throat tight with emotion. “It’s perfect.”
She leaned down then, not to take you in her mouth, but to kiss the tip. A soft, lingering press of her lips against the sensitive head. Then she kissed your stomach, your thighs, everywhere but the core. It was a map of affection drawn on your body with her mouth.
Ryujin, watching, let out a soft sigh. “God, she’s good at this. So gentle.”
Su-A smiled. “She’s learning herself. And teaching us.”
Karina continued her gentle worship for minutes, her hands and lips exploring you as the sun climbed higher, its light warming your skin directly now, chasing away the chill of the dawn air. You were fully hard, aching with a need that was more emotional than physical. The need to be close to her, to be known by her in this quiet, sunlit way.
Eventually, she shifted her position. She rose up, kneeling between your legs, and then she lay down on top of you, her body aligning with yours, her breasts pressing against your chest, her stomach against yours, her legs straddling your hips. She wasn’t positioning herself for penetration; she was positioning herself for closeness. Her face nestled into the side of your neck, her breath warm against your skin.
“Hold me,” she whispered.
You wrapped your arms around her, holding her tight against you. Your cock was trapped between your stomach and hers, a hard, warm line of connection. You could feel her heartbeat against your chest, fast and steady.
Ryujin and Su-A moved closer. They didn’t touch you or Karina. They just sat beside the lounger, their hands finding each other’s under the discarded blanket. They held hands, watching you and Karina embrace under the full sunrise.
It was a moment of pure, unadulterated romance. The sex was in the past, and in the future. But right now, it was just this: holding Karina, feeling her love, witnessing the dawn with your harem-sisters as witnesses and participants in this new, complicated love.
Time seemed to stretch. The sun rose fully, turning from gold to a bright, daylight white. The magic of the sunrise moment passed, but the intimacy of the embrace did not.
Finally, Karina stirred. She lifted her head from your neck and looked at you. Her eyes were clear, happy, and utterly without shyness.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Thank you,” you replied.
She kissed you once more, a brief, sweet kiss, then she sat up, disentangling herself from you. The cool air hit your skin again, a reminder that the moment was over.
Ryujin stood up, stretching her arms overhead. “Okay. Now I’m hungry. And we need to pack.”
Su-A laughed, the sound breaking the solemn atmosphere. “Back to reality. But with a new map.”
Karina stood too, reaching for the towel to wrap around herself. You sat up, your body feeling lighter, clearer than it had all trip.
The sunrise had been witnessed. The last memory, as Ryujin had wanted, had been made. It wasn’t a frenzied fuck. It was a tender, sunlit embrace that solidified everything that had happened in the dark.
You all stood on the deck for a final moment, looking at the now-bright ocean, the fully awakened resort. The trip was ending. But something much bigger was beginning.
Ryujin turned to you, her playful grin returning. “So. Breakfast first. Then packing. Then the airport.” She paused, her eyes glinting. “And then… planning the next trip. My apartment first. I have a new fantasy too. I want to fuck you on my kitchen counter while Karina makes tteokbokki.”
The suitcase sat open on your bed, a yawning mouth of indecision. You stared into its depths, a pile of folded t-shirts and shorts looking back, utterly inadequate. Three days. One night. With them. The thought alone was enough to make your palms feel damp. You’d been living with this low-grade, humming anticipation for a week, ever since Su-A had dropped the bombshell with all the casual grace of someone announcing they’d ordered pizza.
“Pack a bag,” she’d said, leaning against your doorframe. “We’re going to the Maldives. Me, you, Ryujin, and Karina. Three days. Don’t overthink it.”
Don’t overthink it. The mantra was a cruel joke. Your brain had been a single, sustained overthink since the moment the words left her mouth. The Maldives. White sand, turquoise water, and the two women who had starred in every private, hopeful daydream you’d had for the better part of a year. Ryujin, with her sharp grin and effortless cool that always seemed to soften just for you. Karina, whose quiet presence felt like a sanctuary, and whose… assets… were a subject of devout, secret appreciation.
You were twenty. They were twenty-four. The four-year gap had always felt like a chasm when you were younger, but now it just felt like a thin veil, one you were desperate to see through. You called them noona out of habit and a flicker of respectful charm, but the word tasted different lately. Less like “older sister’s friend” and more like a secret title for the objects of your fascination.
A final pair of swim trunks went into the bag. You zipped it closed, the sound final. This is it. No backing out.
The airport was a blur of fluorescent lights and echoing announcements. You found Su-A by the departures board, looking effortlessly put together in athleisure wear. “Took you long enough,” she said, but she was smiling. It was her usual teasing smile, but you’d known her long enough to see the extra glint in her eye. Su-A was many things—blunt, occasionally brash, a relentless tease—but she was never random. This trip had a purpose, and that unknown purpose sat in your stomach like a stone.
Then, the world shifted.
You were sitting beside Su-A on a hard plastic seat, listening to her complain about airport coffee, when a pair of hands descended from behind, covering your eyes. The touch was cool, the fingers slender but strong.
A voice, low and husky, rasped right next to your ear. “Guess who…?”
A jolt went through you, immediate and electric. You knew that voice. It was the voice that mocked you during video games, that cheered loudest when you won, that could say your name and make it sound like a challenge. The tension in your shoulders melted into a warm, familiar thrill. You chuckled, the sound a little breathless.
“It’s you, Ryujin noona.”
The hands dropped. You turned, and there she was.
Ryujin stood with her weight on one hip, a worn leather duffel slung over her shoulder. She wore black cargo pants and a simple grey tank top that showed off the lean, defined lines of her arms and shoulders. Her hair was its usual dark, slightly messy style, but her eyes—sharp and clever—were fixed on you, sparkling with amusement. The tomboyish vibe was in full force, but then she smiled, and it transformed. It was a girly, genuine smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes, a smile she didn’t give to just anyone.
“Too easy,” she said, her voice that familiar, raspy melody. “You need better surprises in your life.”
Before you could answer, your gaze drifted past her. And there, standing a half-step behind, was Karina.
She seemed to almost shimmer in the harsh airport light. She wore a modest, soft-looking white tank top and low-waisted denim shorts that emphasized the gentle curve of her hips. Her posture was slightly hesitant, one arm crossed loosely over her stomach in a gesture that was somehow both self-conscious and elegant. But it was impossible not to notice the generous swell of her breasts against the thin cotton of her top, a fact made more potent by her shy demeanor. Her face, with its petite, V-shaped jaw and wide eyes, was breathtaking. She offered a small, tentative wave.
“H-hi,” Karina said, her voice a soft contrast to Ryujin’s husk.
“Hi, Karina noona,” you managed, hoping your voice didn’t crack. Your heart wasn’t just beating faster; it was performing a frantic, irregular drum solo against your ribs.
Su-A stood up, clapping her hands together. “Great! The gang’s all here. Now we can get through security and I can get a real drink. Let’s move, lovebirds.”
You froze. Lovebirds? Did she mean…?
Ryujin barked a laugh, slinging an arm around your neck in a loose headlock. “Yeah, yeah, we’re all lovebirds. You’re just jealous you’re flying solo, Su-A.” She released you, but her arm stayed draped over your shoulders for a second longer than necessary, her body a warm, solid line against yours. The scent of her—clean soap and something faintly citrusy—filled your senses.
Karina just smiled that quiet, beautiful smile, her cheeks tinged with the faintest pink.
The flight was a seven-hour lesson in exquisite torture. The universe, in its infinite cosmic joke, had seated you in the middle. Su-A had claimed the window seat immediately, putting on an eye mask and declaring herself dead to the world. Ryujin took the aisle, leaving you sandwiched between your stepsister and the woman who occupied a significant portion of your mental real estate.
For the first hour, you were hyper-aware of everything. The press of Ryujin’s shoulder against yours whenever she shifted. The way her knee would occasionally brush against your thigh when she turned to look out the aisle. She was a restless traveler, constantly adjusting, getting up to stretch, her movements fluid and contained.
“You’re stiff as a board,” she observed halfway through a movie you hadn’t been watching. She poked your arm. “Relax. It’s a vacation.”
“I am relaxed,” you said, your voice tight.
She snorted. “Liar.” Then she did something that nearly short-circuited your brain. She leaned her head against your shoulder. It was a casual, comfortable gesture, the kind you’d see between close friends. But you weren’t close friends. You were you, and she was Ryujin, and her hair was tickling your neck, and the weight of her head was the most significant thing you’d ever felt.
“Your movie’s boring,” she murmured, her voice vibrating through your body. “Mine’s better.”
You didn’t dare move. “What are you watching?”
“Train to Busan.”
“Of course you are.”
You felt her smile against your shoulder. “Zombies never get old.”
You sat like that for twenty minutes, trapped in a paradise of your own making. You could smell her shampoo, feel the steady rhythm of her breathing. Your mind raced, then went curiously blank, then raced again. Is this normal for her? Does she do this with everyone? You glanced at Su-A, but she was a silent lump under a blanket. No help there.
Then, the food cart came. As the flight attendant handed Ryujin her tray, she had to sit up, breaking the contact. A wave of cold loss washed over you. But as she settled back, arranging her tray, her hand—her fingers—brushed against yours on the shared armrest.
It was an accident. It had to be. A split-second touch of skin on skin. But it wasn’t a brush. It was a slow, dragging pass of her fingertips over your knuckles as she pulled her hand back. Your eyes snapped to hers. She was looking straight ahead at her seatback screen, a faint, unreadable smile playing on her lips. She didn’t apologize. She didn’t acknowledge it. She just… left the sensation there, burning on your hand.
She did that on purpose.
The thought was a wildfire. You stared at your hand, then back at her profile. She picked up her fork, her movements deliberate.
From the other side, Karina had been quiet. She’d been reading a book, her posture graceful even in the cramped seat. But as the cabin lights dimmed for the night cycle, she shifted. Putting her book away, she turned slightly towards you, tucking one leg beneath her. In doing so, her arm, bare and smooth, came to rest along the armrest between your seats. Your arms were now parallel, a hair’s breadth apart. You could feel the faint warmth radiating from her skin.
You didn’t look. You kept your eyes forward, on the zombie movie you still weren’t watching. The anticipation was a physical ache. The plane hummed around you. Ryujin’s solid presence on your left, a live wire of playful energy. Karina’s soft, warm proximity on your right, a silent invitation. And you, in the middle, a conductor for a current you didn’t know how to handle.
Then, Karina spoke, her voice so quiet you almost missed it over the engine drone.
“Are you excited?” she asked.
You turned your head. She was looking at you, her large eyes reflecting the dim glow of the exit signs. In the shadows, she looked even more ethereal.
“For the Maldives?” you whispered back.
She nodded.
“Terrified,” you admitted, the truth slipping out before you could censor it.
A soft, genuine laugh escaped her, a sound like bells muffled by velvet. “Me too,” she confessed. “I’m not… great with new places. But Su-A was very persuasive.”
“She usually is.”
“She said it would be good for you,” Karina said, her gaze dropping to her hands for a moment before returning to yours. “That you’ve been… studying too hard.”
You knew Su-A hadn’t said anything of the sort. This was Karina’s own shy way of saying she’d noticed you, that you’d been a topic of conversation. A different kind of heat spread through your chest, warmer and deeper than the electric jolts from Ryujin’s touch.
“It’ll be good for all of us,” you said, and you meant it.
She smiled again, and this time it reached her eyes, making them crinkle at the corners. She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, and then settled back, her arm still resting so close to yours. She didn’t move it away.
You didn’t either.
The rest of the flight passed in a haze of semi-consciousness. You drifted off at some point, lulled by the hum and the warmth on either side. You woke up to Ryujin gently shaking your shoulder, her face close to yours.
“Hey. Sleeping beauty. We’re here.”
You blinked, disoriented. The cabin lights were bright. Karina was already standing in the aisle, stretching with a slight, graceful arch of her back. You saw the hem of her white tank top ride up, exposing a sliver of toned, pale stomach before she smoothed it down. Your mouth went dry.
The airport in Malé was a wave of humid, salty air. Then a speedboat transfer, skimming over water so brilliantly blue it looked unreal. Ryujin whooped as the spray hit her face, leaning over the side like an excited kid. Karina sat more demurely, but her eyes were wide with wonder, a smile of pure delight on her face. You caught Su-A watching you watch them, her own smile a knowing curve.
The resort was a postcard. Overwater bungalows perched on stilts above a lagoon, connected by wooden walkways. The air smelled of frangipani and sea.
“Two bungalows,” Su-A announced, holding up key cards. “Girls in one. You and me in the other, little brother.”
A flicker of irrational disappointment shot through you. Of course. What did you expect?
Ryujin grabbed a key. “Su-A and I will take this one,” she said decisively, pointing to a bungalow a few down the walkway. She tossed the other key to Karina, who fumbled but caught it. “You two get the honeymoon suite.”
You stared. Karina stared at the key in her hand, her cheeks flushing that beautiful pink again.
“W-what?” you stammered.
Su-A rolled her eyes, but she was grinning. “Ryujin snores like a chainsaw. I’m not listening to that for three nights. Karina’s quiet. You’re quiet. It makes sense. Don’t be weird about it.” She slung her bag over her shoulder. “We’re all meeting on our deck in an hour for sunset drinks. Don’t be late.” She linked her arm with Ryujin’s, and they walked off, Ryujin throwing a wink over her shoulder that was aimed directly at you.
You were left standing on the dock with Karina, the second key card burning a hole in your collective reality. The silence between you was thick, charged with the unspoken.
“I… I don’t snore,” you finally said, the words utterly stupid.
Karina looked up at you, her shyness momentarily overtaken by a flicker of amusement. “I don’t either,” she said softly. Then she bit her lower lip, a nervous habit you’d always found endearing. “Is… is this okay?”
Was it okay? To share a private, overwater bungalow in the Maldives with Karina? Your brain shorted out, then rebooted with a single, clear command: DO NOT SCREW THIS UP.
“It’s more than okay,” you said, your voice surprisingly steady. “If you’re comfortable.”
She nodded, a quick, decisive motion. “I am. Let’s… let’s go see it.”
The bungalow was breathtaking. A large, airy room with a vaulted ceiling, dominated by a king-sized bed. One bed. The fact hung in the room like a physical object. Floor-to-ceiling glass doors led out to a sprawling deck with steps directly into the lagoon. The bathroom was open-concept, with a huge stone tub and a shower that looked out over the water.
“Oh,” Karina breathed, taking it in. She walked to the glass doors, her silhouette framed by the dazzling ocean. “It’s beautiful.”
“It is,” you agreed, but you weren’t looking at the view.
You both unpacked in a quiet, careful dance, avoiding the elephant in the room—or rather, the single, enormous bed. You took one side of the closet; she took the other. You placed your toiletries on one side of the double vanity; she placed hers on the other. It was domestic and surreal.
An hour later, freshly showered and changed into clean clothes, you both made your way to the other bungalow. Their deck was already set up. Su-A was mixing drinks at a small bar cart, and Ryujin was lying on a sun lounger, wearing shorts and a bikini top that showed off her flat, toned stomach. She had a magazine open but wasn’t reading it.
“Took you long enough,” Su-A said, handing you a colorful cocktail. “Get this down you. Sunset’s starting.”
The sunset was a slow, spectacular explosion of orange, pink, and purple, bleeding into the darkening blue of the ocean. You all sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the only sound the gentle lap of water against the stilts.
“So,” Ryujin said, breaking the quiet. She sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the lounger and fixing you with a look. “Three days. What’s the agenda, Mr. Vacation?”
“I… I didn’t make an agenda.”
“Boring,” she declared, but she was smiling. “Fine. I’ll make one. Tomorrow morning, we snorkel. That reef looks insane. Tomorrow afternoon… we explore the island. Tomorrow night…” She trailed off, her eyes glinting. “We play a game.”
“A game?” Karina asked, sipping her drink.
“A drinking game,” Su-A clarified, pouring herself another. “But with a twist. Truth or Dare. Classic, but it gets the job done.”
A familiar nervous thrill shot through you. Truth or Dare. In the Maldives. With them.
“What’s the ‘twist’?” you asked cautiously.
Ryujin’s grin widened. “The twist is, we’re all adults, and we’re in paradise. So no chicken shit dares. And no boring truths.” Her gaze swept over you, then Karina. “Deal?”
Karina looked at you, a question in her eyes. You saw a flicker of something there—not just shyness, but a spark of curiosity, of maybe even challenge. She nodded slowly. “Deal.”
“Deal,” you echoed, the word feeling significant.
“Good,” Su-A said, clinking her glass against yours. “Now that’s settled, I’m starving. Let’s go to dinner.”
Dinner was at the resort’s beachside grill, tables set right in the sand. The atmosphere was relaxed, the food incredible, and the conversation flowed easier with each passing hour. The initial tension melted into something warmer, more familiar. Ryujin teased you relentlessly, stealing a piece of grilled prawn from your plate with her fingers. Karina laughed more openly, her soft voice occasionally rising above the din to tell a funny story about Su-A in college. You caught her looking at you several times, and when your eyes met, she didn’t immediately look away. She’d hold your gaze for a second, two, before a soft smile would touch her lips and she’d turn back to her food.
The walk back to the bungalows along the moonlit beach was quiet. The sand was cool underfoot, the ocean a whispering presence to your left. Ryujin and Su-A walked ahead, their figures silhouetted against the starry sky.
Karina walked beside you, her bare arm occasionally brushing against yours in the dark. The contact was gentle, accidental, but each time it sent a fresh wave of awareness through you.
When you reached the fork in the path that led to your separate bungalows, Ryujin turned. The moonlight caught the sharp line of her jaw, the playful glint in her eye.
“Sleep well, you two,” she said, her voice a low purr. “Don’t stay up too late talking.”
Su-A just laughed and waved, dragging Ryujin down their walkway.
You and Karina were alone again. The walk to your bungalow felt longer this time, the silence between you filled with the promise of the night ahead. You unlocked the door and stepped inside. The room was dark, lit only by the moonlight streaming through the glass walls, casting silvery patterns on the floor and across the vast bed.
Karina walked in after you, setting her small bag down. She stood by the glass doors, looking out at the moonlit ocean. Her profile was serene, beautiful.
“It’s even more beautiful at night,” she whispered.
You came to stand beside her, not too close, but close enough to share the view. “It is.”
She turned her head to look at you. In the dim light, her features were soft, her eyes deep pools. “Thank you for being… cool about the room,” she said. “I know it’s a little… unconventional.”
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” you said, and it was the truest thing you’d said all day.
Her lips parted slightly. She looked at you for a long, searching moment. The air between you seemed to thicken, charged with all the unspoken words, the accidental touches, the shared glances of the day. You could see the rapid flutter of her pulse at the base of her throat. Your own heart hammered against your ribs. She was so close. You could lean in. You could…
Karina took a small, almost imperceptible step back. The spell, while not broken, was gently suspended. She smiled, a shy, sweet curve of her lips. “We should sleep,” she said softly. “Big day tomorrow. Snorkeling. And… the game.”
You nodded, the moment passing but leaving its imprint on the air. “Right. The game.”
The process of getting ready for bed was a new level of surreal intimacy. You used the bathroom first, changing into sleep shorts and a t-shirt. When you came out, she went in, closing the door partially but not all the way. You heard the soft rustle of fabric, the running of water. You climbed into the left side of the bed, the sheets cool and crisp. You faced the wall, giving her as much privacy as the open-plan room allowed.
A few minutes later, the bathroom light went out. The room was plunged into near darkness, save for the moonlight. You felt the bed dip as she climbed in on the other side. She kept to her edge, a respectful distance away, but in the quiet, you could hear every soft sigh, every rustle of the sheets.
“Goodnight,” her voice came, small and clear in the dark.
“Goodnight, Karina noona.”
Silence. Then, after a long pause, her voice again, even softer. “You can… just call me Karina. If you want.”
A slow smile spread across your face in the dark. “Okay. Goodnight, Karina.”
“Goodnight.”
You lay there, listening to the gentle sound of her breathing slowly even out into sleep. The scent of her—something floral and clean—drifted across the pillows. The king-sized bed felt both vast and impossibly small. Your body was thrumming with a restless, hopeful energy. Ryujin’s challenging grin flashed in your mind. Karina’s shy smile. Su-A’s knowing look. The game tomorrow night.
Truth or Dare.
You closed your eyes, the image of the moonlit ocean and the woman sleeping an arm’s length away filling your mind. The roller coaster had just begun its slow, torturous, exhilarating climb.
The moon had shifted across the sky, painting a new pattern of silver on the floor. You’d been lying in the same position for what felt like hours, your body rigid with a tension that had nothing to do with the plush mattress. Karina’s breathing was deep and even on the other side of the vast bed, a soft, rhythmic sound that should have been soothing. Instead, it was a constant reminder of her proximity, of the invisible line drawn down the center of the sheets you hadn’t dared to cross.
Your mind replayed the day in a chaotic loop: Ryujin’s head on your shoulder, her fingertips on your hand. Karina’s arm beside yours, her whispered confession of being terrified. The single bed. Su-A’s knowing smirk. Truth or Dare. The words echoed, a promise and a threat wrapped together. Sleep felt like a distant, impossible country.
A faint sound cut through the oceanic silence. Not the lap of water, or the creak of the bungalow. A soft, metallic click.
Your eyes flew open, staring at the ceiling. The main door? You held your breath, listening. The click was followed by the quietest groan of hinges, expertly muffled. Someone was coming in.
Staff? No, not at this hour. Su-A? Your heart, already restless, kicked into a frantic gallop. A shadow, darker than the surrounding gloom, detached itself from the doorway and slipped into the room. The figure was slight, moving with a predatory, silent grace you’d recognize anywhere. Ryujin.
She was a silhouette of intent, pausing just inside to let her eyes adjust. You squeezed your own shut, feigning sleep, but every nerve was screaming. You heard the soft, almost inaudible pad of bare feet on the wooden floor. She was coming towards the bed.
What is she doing? What the fuck is she doing?
The side of the mattress dipped, far more decisively than when Karina had gotten in. A knee pressed into the space beside your hip. The scent of her—that same clean, citrusy smell, now mixed with the night air and something else, something warm and uniquely Ryujin—washed over you. You felt her lean over you, her breath a ghost of warmth on your cheek.
You couldn’t keep the act up. Your eyes fluttered open.
In the moonlight, her face was inches from yours. Her sharp features were softened by the shadows, but her eyes were wide awake, gleaming with a dark, playful intensity. She put a finger to her own lips. Shhh.
Your mouth opened, but no sound came out. You glanced frantically towards Karina’s still form. Ryujin followed your gaze, and a slow, wicked smile spread across her face. She shook her head once, as if to say, Don’t worry about her.
Then, without a word, her hands went to the hem of your t-shirt. Her fingers were cool as they slid underneath, finding the skin of your stomach. A violent shiver racked you. She tugged, and you, operating on pure instinct, lifted your torso enough for her to pull the shirt up and over your head, discarding it silently to the floor. The night air was cool on your bare chest, but the heat coming off her was immense.
She sat back on her heels, straddling your legs but not sitting on you, just studying you. Her own sleepwear was simple—a thin, dark tank top and tiny shorts. The moon caught the defined lines of her collarbones, the lean muscles of her arms. Her gaze traveled down your torso, and the look in her eyes was one of pure, unadulterated appreciation. It was a look you’d never seen from her before. It stripped you bare more effectively than removing the shirt.
Still silent, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of your sleep shorts. Your brain short-circuited. Is this happening? This is a dream. This has to be a dream. But the pressure of her thumbs, the cool air, the overwhelming reality of her presence—it was too vivid, too textured to be a dream.
She pulled, and you lifted your hips, a helpless participant. The shorts and your boxers went down together in one smooth motion, pushed past your knees, your ankles, and then they were gone. You were completely exposed to her, to the moonlit room, to the sleeping woman just feet away. Your cock, already half-hard from the sheer shock of her intrusion, sprang free, thickening rapidly under her unwavering stare.
A low, approving hum vibrated in her throat. The sound was raw, visceral. She leaned forward again, her hands planting on the mattress on either side of your ribs, caging you in. Her face hovered above your groin.
“Watch,” she mouthed, the word nothing more than a shape of her lips and a puff of air.
Then she lowered her head.
The first touch was not her mouth. It was her hair. The dark strands brushed against your inner thighs, a whisper-soft tease. Then you felt her breath, hot and damp, washing over the most sensitive part of you. You jerked, a gasp tearing from your throat. You slapped a hand over your own mouth to stifle it, your eyes wide and glued to the top of her head.
She looked up at you then, from under her lashes, her eyes holding yours with a magnetic command. She held the gaze as she finally, slowly, closed the last inch.
The warmth of her mouth enveloped you, not all at once, but in a slow, deliberate descent that made your toes curl into the sheets. Her lips were soft, impossibly soft, forming a perfect, tight seal around the head of your cock. The sensation was so acute, so shockingly real, it felt less like pleasure and more like a lightning strike to your central nervous system. A choked, muffled groan escaped from behind your hand.
She began to move, a slow, shallow bob of her head, her tongue doing something flat and wicked against your underside. The wet, soft sounds were obscenely loud in the quiet room. You were torn between the mind-blowing sensation and the sheer, paralyzing insanity of the situation. Ryujin. Ryujin was giving you a blowjob. In your bed. While Karina slept beside you.
Your head thrashed against the pillow. You dared another look towards Karina. Her form was still. But then, in the silvery light, you saw it—the gentle rise and fall of her chest had changed. It was quicker. Shallower. And her eyes… they were open. Reflecting the moonlight, she was watching. Not sleeping. Watching.
The realization hit you like a physical blow. She was awake. She had been awake. She was seeing this.
Ryujin felt your entire body tense. She pulled off you with a soft, wet pop, following your stricken gaze to Karina. A slow, triumphant smile touched her swollen lips. “Took you long enough to notice,” she whispered, her voice a raspy thread of sound.
Karina didn’t move. She just lay there, on her side, the sheet pulled up to her chin. But her eyes were wide, dark pools of fascination and nervous arousal. There was no shock, no outrage. Just… observation.
“She wants to watch,” Ryujin murmured, her hand wrapping around the base of your cock, giving it a slow, firm stroke. “Don’t you, Kari?”
Karina’s lips parted. A tiny, almost silent sound escaped. A confirmation.
“See?” Ryujin said, her eyes back on you, blazing with challenge. “Now, where were we?”
She dipped her head again, taking you deeper this time. The heat was incredible, the suction deliberate and expert. Her free hand wandered up your stomach, her fingers splaying over your abs, tracing the lines. You were trembling, a fine, constant shake that started in your legs and radiated outward. You couldn’t process it. The two women you’d fantasized about in lonely, private moments were here, in this room, orchestrating this.
Ryujin’s rhythm became more intense, her head bobbing faster, her tongue swirling. The pressure was building, a coil tightening low in your gut. You were hurtling towards a peak, fueled by shock and illicit pleasure. Your fingers tangled in the sheets, knuckles white.
Then, from the other side of the bed, movement.
Karina pushed the sheets back slowly. She was wearing a simple, sleeveless silk nightdress, pale blue in the moonlight. It clung to her curves, the thin fabric doing little to hide the full, heavy shape of her breasts or the dip of her waist. She swung her legs out of bed and stood up, moving with a quiet, dreamlike fluidity. She didn’t speak. She just walked around the foot of the bed and came to stand beside Ryujin, looking down at the scene.
Ryujin pulled off again, a string of saliva connecting her lip to your glistening cock. She looked up at Karina, her expression one of open invitation. “Your turn?” she whispered.
Karina shook her head, her dark hair swaying. Not yet. Instead, she slowly sank to her knees on the floor beside the bed, right next to where Ryujin was perched. Her eyes were fixed on you, on the part of you that was wet and straining from Ryujin’s mouth. Her own breath was coming in quick, visible puffs.
She leaned in, her face close to Ryujin’s hand, which was still wrapped around you. And then, her pink tongue darted out.
She didn’t take you in her mouth. She licked. A slow, tentative stripe from the base of your shaft all the way up to the tip, where she swirled it around the head, collecting the pre-cum that had beaded there. The sensation was dual—the soft, hot wetness of her tongue, and the visual of her, the shy Karina, tasting you. A guttural sound was ripped from your throat.
“Fuck,” you breathed, the word torn and ragged.
Encouraged, Karina did it again, this time with more confidence. Her tongue was softer than Ryujin’s, her movements more exploratory. She licked along the thick vein on the underside, then pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the head.
Ryujin watched, a proud, possessive grin on her face. “She’s a quick learner,” she murmured. Then she shifted. “Here. Like this.” She guided Karina’s head down gently.
Karina’s lips parted, and she took the head of your cock into her mouth. It was a tight, hot, inexperienced embrace. She didn’t go deep, but the sheer fact of it—Karina’s mouth on you—sent a jolt of pure electricity down your spine. She looked up at you as she did it, her eyes huge and questioning, seeking approval.
“Y-yes,” you stammered, your voice shattered. “Just like that.”
She began to move, a shallow, hesitant mimicry of what Ryujin had done. Ryujin’s hand stayed on the back of Karina’s head, not pushing, just guiding, her thumb stroking Karina’s hair. The sight of them together, focused on you, was the most potent aphrodisiac you could ever imagine.
After a minute, Ryujin gently urged Karina back. “My turn again,” she said, her voice husky with want. “I’m not done.”
Karina relinquished you, her lips slick and swollen. She stayed on her knees, her hand now resting on your thigh, a point of burning contact. Ryujin took you back into her mouth with a hungry groan, taking you deeper than before, her throat working around you. The coil in your gut was a white-hot wire, ready to snap. You were so close. Too close.
You reached down, your hand finding Ryujin’s hair, not to force, but to anchor yourself. The strands were silky between your fingers. She moaned around you, the vibration traveling straight to your core.
It was too much. The visual of Karina watching, her hand on your thigh, her nightdress strap slipping down her shoulder. The intense, skilled heat of Ryujin’s mouth. The surreal, moon-drenched madness of it all. Your hips bucked off the mattress involuntarily.
“I’m… I’m gonna…” you choked out, a warning.
Ryujin immediately pulled off, her hand replacing her mouth, pumping you hard and fast. “Not yet,” she commanded, her own breathing ragged. “Not like this.”
You fell back against the pillows, shuddering, the edge receding slightly but the need still a throbbing, painful ache. You were panting, your chest heaving.
Ryujin crawled up your body, her knees straddling your hips. She leaned down, her face hovering over yours. Her lips were wet, her eyes wild. “You still think this is a dream?” she whispered, her voice a raw scrape.
Before you could answer, she kissed you.
It was nothing like the gentle, tentative kisses you might have imagined. It was hard, possessive, and hungry. Her lips crushed against yours, her tongue demanding entry. You could taste yourself on her, a salty, musky flavor that was profoundly erotic. She bit your lower lip, not hard enough to hurt, but with a sharp, stinging pressure that made you gasp into her mouth.
The pain was an anchor. It grounded you in the moment, in the shocking, unbelievable reality of it.
She pulled back an inch, her breath mingling with yours. “Real?” she breathed.
“Real,” you gasped.
“Good.” Her eyes flicked to Karina, who had risen to her feet, watching the kiss with a flushed, captivated expression. Ryujin held out a hand. Karina took it, letting Ryujin pull her onto the bed. She knelt on the other side of you, her body a soft, warm contrast to Ryujin’s fierce energy.
Ryujin looked down at you, her expression shifting from hungry to something more intense, more vulnerable. The playful mask was gone. What was left was a naked, urgent desire.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, the command softening into a plea. “We both want it.” Her hand found Karina’s, their fingers intertwining over your stomach. “So c’mon… Do what you need to do.” She leaned closer, her lips brushing your ear as she spoke the next words, each one a deliberate, hot pulse against your skin. “Make… us… feel… good.”
Her whisper, and the feel of Karina’s tentative tongue licking a slow, wet stripe from the base of your balls up the underside of your shaft, made your entire body convulse in a shudder that started at the crown of your head and shot down to your heels.
Karina’s mouth was on you again, softer, learning, her tongue exploring the sensitive skin of your scrotum before moving back to your shaft. Ryujin watched for a moment, her eyes dark, before she turned her attention to you. Her hands came to the hem of her tank top. In one fluid motion, she pulled it up and over her head, tossing it aside.
In the moonlight, her upper body was a masterpiece of lean, athletic beauty. Her breasts were small, high, and perfectly shaped, with nipples that were already tight, dusky peaks. She wasn’t shy. She let you look, a proud, challenging tilt to her chin.
“Your turn, Kari,” Ryujin said, her voice thick.
Karina pulled her mouth away from you, breathing heavily. She looked at Ryujin, then at you, a flicker of her old shyness returning. But it was quickly burned away by the heat in the room. Slowly, she reached for the hem of her own nightdress. She gathered the silk in her hands and drew it up, over her hips, her waist, revealing inch after moon-pale inch of skin. She pulled it over her head and let it fall, forgotten, to the floor.
You stopped breathing.
You had imagined, of course. You had noticed. But imagination was a pale, pathetic imitation of the reality now presented to you. Karina’s body was a stunning contrast to Ryujin’s. Where Ryujin was taut lines and defined muscle, Karina was all soft, elegant curves. Her waist was narrow, her hips flaring gently. And her breasts… fuck. They were full, heavy, and breathtakingly perfect, with large, areolas and nipples that stood taut in the cool air. She crossed her arms over them instinctively for a second, then, seeing your expression, let them fall to her sides, offering herself to your gaze.
Ryujin made a low, appreciative sound. “See?” she said to you, her hand reaching out to stroke Karina’s arm. “Told you she was perfect.”
You were beyond words. You could only stare, your cock throbbing insistently against your stomach, a blatant testament to your awe.
Ryujin took charge again. She pushed you gently back onto the pillows, then swung her leg over you, straddling your waist. Her core hovered just above your erection, the heat from her radiating down. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on the pillow by your head, her small breasts dangling enticingly close to your face.
“You first,” she said, and it was an order. “Taste me.”
You didn’t need to be told twice. Your hands came up, cupping the undersides of her breasts, feeling their perfect, slight weight. They fit in your palms as if made for them. You leaned up, capturing one tight nipple in your mouth.
She let out a sharp, gasping sigh. Her back arched, pushing her breast more firmly against your lips. You suckled, licked, gently grazed the peak with your teeth. Her skin tasted clean, with a faint, salty tang of arousal. Her fingers tangled in your hair, holding you to her.
While you worshipped Ryujin’s chest, you felt the bed shift. Karina moved. She curled her body alongside yours, her front pressed to your side. You felt the incredible, soft weight of one of her breasts pressing against your arm. Then her lips were on your shoulder, your neck, planting soft, open-mouthed kisses. Her hand slid down your stomach, her fingers tracing the lines of your abs before finally wrapping around your cock again, her grip unsure but eager.
You were surrounded, consumed. Ryujin’s taste in your mouth, her moans in your ear. Karina’s softness against your side, her hand stroking you in time with the rhythm of your tongue on Ryujin’s nipple. The world had narrowed to this bed, to these two women, to the building storm of sensation.
Ryujin finally pulled her breast from your mouth with a wet sound. She was panting, her eyes glazed. “My turn,” she gasped, and she shifted lower, her body sliding down yours. Her mouth trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down your sternum, over your stomach. She nudged Karina’s hand away, replacing it with her own mouth, taking you deep in one swift, hungry motion.
At the same time, Karina, emboldened, moved. She leaned over you, one of her heavy, perfect breasts brushing against your cheek. “Suck,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. “Please.”
You turned your head, capturing the offered nipple. It was larger, softer than Ryujin’s, and you filled your mouth with her, sucking deeply. Karina cried out, a sweet, high sound, her back arching. Her hands came to your head, holding you to her as she ground her hips against the air, seeking friction.
You were the center of a sensual maelstrom. Ryujin’s mouth working you with relentless, skilled passion below. Karina’s breast in your mouth, her soft cries above. Your hands were everywhere—on Ryujin’s head, on Karina’s back, sliding down to grip the lush curve of her ass through her panties. The thin silk was already damp.
You were losing yourself, drowning in the dual sensations. The pressure was building again, faster, stronger, a tsunami held back by the thinnest dam. Ryujin felt it. She pulled off, her lips and chin glistening. She looked up, her eyes meeting Karina’s over your heaving body.
“He’s close,” Ryujin rasped. “Help me.”
Karina understood. She released your mouth from her breast, her nipple slipping from your lips with a soft pop. She moved down the bed, joining Ryujin between your legs. They looked at each other for a charged second, a silent communication passing between them. Then, together, they bent their heads.
Ryujin took the head of your cock back into her mouth, her tongue swirling. Karina, after a moment’s hesitation, leaned in and began to lick and suck at your balls, her tongue soft and inquisitive. The dual sensation, the visual of their two dark heads bowed over you, working in tandem, was your undoing.
“I can’t… I’m gonna…” you warned again, your voice a broken thing.
This time, Ryujin didn’t stop. She took you deeper, her throat working, encouraging you. Karina’s mouth was a hot, wet heaven on your sac. Your hips lifted off the bed, your body bowing as the coil snapped.
The orgasm tore through you, violent and blinding. You saw white behind your eyelids. A raw, ragged shout was ripped from your throat, unchecked this time. You pulsed into Ryujin’s mouth, wave after wave of release. She took it all, swallowing, her throat moving rhythmically, her eyes closed in concentration. Karina held you, her hands on your thighs, her cheek resting against your hip, feeling the tremors that wracked you.
It seemed to last forever. When the final shudder passed, you collapsed back onto the pillows, utterly spent, your body slick with sweat. The room was filled with the sound of three people breathing heavily.
Ryujin slowly pulled off, licking her lips clean with a slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue. She looked utterly debauched and supremely satisfied. Karina looked up, her face flushed, her lips swollen. There was a new confidence in her eyes, a dazed wonder.
You lay there, trying to remember how to form a thought, let alone a sentence. Ryujin crawled up your body, her skin sliding against yours. She lay down on your right side, her head on your shoulder, one leg thrown possessively over yours. A moment later, Karina moved too. She curled into your left side, her head on your chest, one of her soft, heavy breasts pressing against your ribcage. She draped an arm across your stomach.
You were pinned, surrounded by their warmth, their scent, their soft, satiated weight.
No one spoke for a long time. The only sounds were the ocean and the slowing of three heartbeats.
Ryujin finally broke the silence, her voice a sleepy, contented murmur against your skin. “Truth or Dare tomorrow is gonna be pretty fucking boring after this, huh?”
The morning light was different. It wasn’t the soft, forgiving silver of the moon, but a sharp, tropical gold that cut through the gaps in the bamboo blinds, striping the rumpled sheets and your naked body. It was a light that exposed everything.
You blinked, the events of the night crashing back into your consciousness not as a memory, but as a physical echo. Your mouth was dry. Your muscles felt loose, pleasantly sore in unfamiliar ways. The scent in the room had changed, too—the clean citrus of Ryujin had mingled with Karina’s softer, floral sweetness and the musky, unmistakable scent of sex. It clung to the sheets, the air, your skin.
You were alone.
The space on your right, where Ryujin’s lean, possessive weight had been, was empty and cool. On your left, the deep impression from Karina’s curvier form remained in the mattress, but she was gone. The only evidence they’d been there at all was the tangled state of the bedding and the profound, disorienting quiet.
You sat up slowly, your head swimming. The room was a disaster of your clothes and theirs. Your t-shirt lay in a heap by the door. Ryujin’s dark tank top was draped over the footboard. A pale blue silk nightdress—Karina’s—was a puddle of fabric on the floor near the bathroom. The sight of it sent a fresh, hot pulse through your groin.
They left.
The thought was a cold splash of reality. They’d stayed until you’d all fallen into an exhausted, tangled sleep, and then they’d slipped away before dawn. What did that mean? Was it shame? Discretion? Or just… practicality? You had no script for this. No experience to draw from. The bravado and hunger of the night had evaporated with the darkness, leaving you with the stark, sunlit aftermath.
You swung your legs out of bed. The wood floor was cool under your feet. You stood, your body feeling strangely new, and padded to the bathroom. The mirror showed a version of yourself you barely recognized. Your hair was a wild mess. There was a faint, red mark on your neck—from Karina’s mouth, you realized. Your lips felt slightly swollen. You looked… well-fucked. And utterly lost.
You turned on the shower, the water hissing loudly in the quiet bungalow. You stepped under the spray, letting the hot water sluice over your skin, trying to wash away the confusion along with the sweat and scent. It didn’t work. The water just seemed to awaken the memory of other sensations—the softness of Karina’s tongue, the tight heat of Ryujin’s mouth, the weight of their bodies pressing you into the mattress. Your cock, traitorously, began to stir again, thickening against your thigh as the water beat down on your shoulders.
Get it together. You have to go out there. You have to face them. Face Su-A.
You finished quickly, drying off with a towel that smelled of resort lavender. You dressed in simple clothes—khaki shorts and a plain grey t-shirt—feeling like you were putting on a costume for a role you didn’t know how to play. The normalcy of the fabric felt alien against your skin, which still hummed with the ghost of their touches.
You took a deep breath, squared your shoulders, and opened the door to the main living area of the overwater bungalow.
Su-A was there, alone.
She was perched on one of the high stools at the kitchen bar, sipping from a tall glass of something green and healthy-looking. She was dressed for the day in a sleek, black one-piece swimsuit under a sheer, white mesh cover-up. Her hair was pulled into a high, perfect ponytail, and her sunglasses were pushed up on her head. She looked like she’d been up for hours, energized and ready.
She turned as you entered, and her eyes swept over you with an appraising, unnervingly perceptive gaze. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. It wasn’t the playful smirk from yesterday. This was deeper, more satisfied. It was the smile of a chess player who’s just seen her opponent walk right into a planned trap.
“Well, good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” she said, her voice light and teasing. “Or should I say, good afternoon? You really slept in.”
You glanced at the clock on the microwave. It was past ten. “Yeah,” you mumbled, your voice rough. “I, uh… slept hard.”
“I’ll bet you did,” she said, the double meaning hanging in the air between you like perfume. She took another sip, watching you over the rim of her glass. “You look… refreshed.”
You didn’t know what to say. Did she know? Of course she knows, a voice in your head hissed. She planned this whole thing. She put you in that room. She knows everything.
You stood there, awkwardly, in the middle of the room. “Where… where are Ryujin and Karina?”
“Oh, they’ve been up for ages,” Su-A said breezily, swinging her legs. “Went to get some breakfast at the main restaurant. They said to let you sleep.” She paused, letting the implication sink in. “They were very insistent that you not be disturbed.”
Your face grew warm. You walked to the fridge, pulled out a bottle of water just to have something to do with your hands. “Right.”
“So,” Su-A said, setting her glass down with a decisive click. “The plan for today. We’re doing some snorkeling this morning. The water is supposed to be crystal clear. And then…” She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming. “We’re playing that game of Truth or Dare. No more delays.”
Your throat went dry. Truth or Dare. After last night, the game felt like a formality, or a threat. What truths were left? What dares could possibly top what had already happened?
“Sounds good,” you managed to say.
“Great,” Su-A said, hopping off the stool. “So, go get your friends. They’re at the restaurant. I’ll get our gear sorted. Meet back here in twenty, then we head to the dive platform.” She walked past you, giving your arm a light, sisterly pat that felt anything but sisterly. It felt like a brand. “Don’t look so nervous. It’s just a swim.”
You watched her walk out onto the deck, her cover-up fluttering behind her. You stood alone in the quiet bungalow, the bottle of water cold in your hand. Just a swim. Right.
The walk to the main resort building felt longer than it had yesterday. Every person you passed seemed to look at you with knowing eyes, though that was surely just your paranoia. The resort was a paradise of white sand, turquoise water, and lush greenery, but today it felt like a beautiful, open-air prison. Your destination was a state of mind: the moment you’d have to look Ryujin and Karina in the face in the plain, honest light of day.
The restaurant was an open-air pavilion with a thatched roof, overlooking one of the resort’s infinity pools. The air smelled of coffee, tropical fruit, and baked bread. You scanned the scattered tables, your heart doing a clumsy rhythm against your ribs.
You saw them.
They were at a table in the corner, partially shaded by a large potted palm. Ryujin was leaning back in her chair, one arm slung over the back of it, wearing a black sports bra and tight, navy athletic shorts. She was talking, a piece of toast in her other hand, her expression animated. Karina sat across from her, dressed in a simple, cream-colored sundress with thin straps. She was nodding, listening, a small, private smile on her lips as she stirred a cup of tea. They looked… normal. Beautiful, but normal. Like two friends having breakfast after a perfectly ordinary night.
Then Ryujin’s eyes, sharp and scanning the room as if on a constant patrol, found you. She stopped talking mid-sentence. Her posture didn’t change, but something in her face did. The easy confidence tightened, just for a fraction of a second, into something more intense, more focused. She nudged Karina’s foot under the table.
Karina looked up, following Ryujin’s gaze. Her spoon stilled in her cup. The shy smile froze, then melted into an expression of profound, flustered vulnerability. A blush spread from her neck all the way up to her cheeks. She looked down at her tea, then back up at you, her eyes wide and unsure.
You were rooted to the spot. The space between you felt charged, a live wire strung across the sunny restaurant.
Ryujin broke the spell. She raised her hand, not in a wave, but in a beckoning gesture. Come here. It was a command, softened by the setting, but a command nonetheless.
You walked over, your legs feeling like they belonged to someone else. The sounds of cutlery and conversation seemed to fade into a dull roar. You reached their table.
“Look who finally decided to join the land of the living,” Ryujin said, her voice its usual rasp, but there was a new layer to it—a husky intimacy that hadn’t been there before. She took a deliberate bite of her toast, her eyes never leaving yours.
“H-hi,” Karina whispered, her voice so soft you almost didn’t hear it. She couldn’t seem to meet your eyes for more than a second.
“Hi,” you said. The word sounded stupid.
“Sit,” Ryujin said, kicking out the empty chair between them. “You look like you’re about to pass out. Did you eat?”
You sat down, the wicker chair creaking under you. “No. Not yet.”
“You should eat,” Karina said suddenly, finding her voice. She pushed a small basket of pastries towards you. “The mango danish is really good.” She was looking at the basket, not at you.
“Thanks.” You took one, just to have something to do. The silence stretched, thick and awkward. The memory of the night was a physical presence at the table with you. You could almost feel the heat of their skin, taste them on your tongue.
“So,” Ryujin said, breaking the tension with her typical blunt force. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “You sleep okay?”
The question was a landmine. You looked at her. Her expression was unreadable—a challenge, maybe, or a test. Karina had gone very still, watching her tea as if it held the secrets of the universe.
“Yeah,” you said carefully. “Like a rock.”
Ryujin’s lips twitched. “Good. We did too. Once we got back to our own room, anyway.” She said it casually, but the statement was a bomb. Our own room. It confirmed they’d left together. It drew a line between the nocturnal madness and the daytime reality. And it was a reminder that they shared a space, a bond, that you were not a part of.
“Right,” you said, your throat tight.
Karina finally looked up at you. Her eyes were still shy, but there was a new depth in them, a knowledge that hadn’t been there yesterday. “It was… a nice night,” she said, the words tentative, as if she were testing a new language.
“It was,” you agreed, the understatement of the century.
Ryujin watched the exchange, a satisfied glint in her eye. She was enjoying this, you realized. The tension, the unspoken words, the way Karina was tentatively reaching across the new divide. She was the conductor of this strange orchestra.
“Su-A sent me to get you,” you said, changing the subject before you spontaneously combusted. “Snorkeling. Then… the game.”
Ryujin’s smile turned wolfish. “Oh, the game. I’ve been thinking about that.” She looked at Karina. “Haven’t you, Kari?”
Karina nodded, a faint, nervous smile touching her lips. “I’ve thought of a few truths.”
“I’ve got some dares in mind,” Ryujin said, her gaze sliding back to you. It was a promise, and a threat. The sexual tension, which had been a low hum, suddenly spiked into a sharp, electric current. It wasn’t about what had happened; it was about what was going to happen. The game was no longer a precursor. It was the next act.
Just then, Su-A appeared at the entrance to the restaurant, a large mesh bag full of snorkels and fins slung over her shoulder. She spotted you and waved, her smile bright and seemingly innocent. “Hey! Found them! Let’s go, slowpokes! Tide’s perfect!”
The moment broke. Ryujin stood up, stretching her arms over her head, the muscles in her stomach and back rippling under her smooth skin. “Come on, Kari. Adventure calls.”
Karina stood up more gracefully, smoothing down her sundress. As she passed your chair, her hand, seemingly by accident, brushed against your shoulder. The touch was fleeting, but it burned through the thin fabric of your t-shirt. You looked up at her. She gave you a quick, shy glance, her blush returning, before hurrying after Ryujin.
You sat there for a second longer, the ghost of her touch on your skin, the taste of the mango pastry suddenly ash in your mouth. You got up and followed them out, your mind a riot of confusion and a deep, aching want that last night had only awakened, not satisfied.
The snorkeling spot was a short speedboat ride from the resort’s jetty. The boat skipped over waves so blue they looked artificial, the salt spray cooling your heated skin. Su-A sat at the front with the guide, pointing out distant islands. You, Ryujin, and Karina sat in the back.
The seating arrangement forced a new dynamic. Ryujin sat in the middle, with you on one side and Karina on the other. Every time the boat hit a wave, you were jostled against Ryujin’s firm body. Your thigh pressed against hers. Your shoulder bumped hers. Each contact was a small, electric shock. She didn’t move away. She just sat there, steady as a rock, a slight, unreadable smile on her face as the wind whipped her dark hair around her sharp features.
Karina, on Ryujin’s other side, held onto the railing, her knuckles white. The wind plastered her sundress against her body, outlining every devastating curve. You tried not to stare, but it was impossible. The memory of those curves under your hands, in your mouth, was too fresh.
“See something you like?” Ryujin murmured, her voice low enough that only you could hear it over the engine’s roar.
You jerked your gaze away from Karina, meeting Ryujin’s teasing eyes. “Just the scenery,” you said lamely.
“Uh-huh.” She leaned closer, her lips almost touching your ear. “The scenery’s pretty fucking incredible, I’ll give you that.”
The boat slowed, then stopped, bobbing gently in the middle of a vast, shallow lagoon. The water was so clear you could see the sandy bottom dotted with coral formations ten feet below.
“Okay, everyone!” the guide called out. “Mask and fins on! Remember, don’t touch the coral!”
The process of getting ready was its own kind of torture. You pulled your t-shirt off, standing on the boat’s platform in just your swim trunks. You felt exposed, hyper-aware of their eyes on you. Ryujin, with practiced efficiency, stripped off her shorts, revealing matching black bikini bottoms. Her body was a compact, powerful sculpture of lean muscle and smooth skin. She caught you looking and winked before spitting into her mask and rinsing it.
Karina was more hesitant. She turned her back to the boat, her shoulders tense. You saw her undo the tie at the back of her neck, then the one at her lower back. The sundress slipped down her arms. She was wearing a simple, white bikini. The top was modest in cut but did nothing to contain the full, heavy swell of her breasts. The bottoms were high-cut, emphasizing the gentle flare of her hips and the long, elegant line of her thighs. She quickly pulled her hair into a messy bun, her movements flustered. When she turned around, she kept her arms slightly crossed over her stomach, a self-conscious gesture that only drew more attention to her chest.
“Ready?” Su-A asked, already at the edge of the platform, her mask on. She looked at the three of you, her gaze lingering, cataloging the tension. That weird, knowing look was back on her face—a mix of amusement, anticipation, and something else you couldn’t name. It was as if she were watching a play she’d written, waiting for the next line to be delivered.
“Born ready,” Ryujin said, and with a grin, she stepped off the platform and into the water, disappearing with a soft splash.
Karina took a deep breath, gave you one last, nervous glance, and followed.
You adjusted your mask, bit down on the snorkel’s mouthpiece, and jumped in.
The world changed. The noise of the boat, the wind, your own chaotic thoughts—all of it was swallowed by the silent, weightless embrace of the ocean. Sunlight filtered down in shimmering columns, illuminating a universe of color and motion. Fish in neon blues and yellows darted around coral that looked like intricate, alien castles. It was breathtaking, and for a few minutes, the sheer beauty of it was a distraction.
You floated, kicking gently, following a school of angelfish. Then a shape glided into your peripheral vision. Ryujin. She swam with a powerful, effortless grace, her body a sleek shadow against the bright sand. She turned onto her back, looking up at the surface, and then she saw you. She pointed down, towards a large, purple anemone, then beckoned you over.
You swam towards her. As you got closer, she reached out, not touching you, but gesturing for you to look where she was pointing. A clownfish peeked out from the anemone’s tentacles. You nodded, giving her a thumbs-up. She smiled around her snorkel, her eyes crinkling. In this silent, blue world, the tension felt different. It was still there, a constant hum, but it was softened, made more playful by the wonder around you.
Then another shape joined you. Karina. She swam more cautiously, her movements less assured. She drifted to a stop beside you, close enough that her bare arm brushed against yours in the water. The contact was cool and smooth. She looked at you, her eyes wide behind her mask, and pointed at a slow-moving sea turtle grazing on seagrass a little farther away. You nodded again, and the three of you floated there, side-by-side-by-side, watching the ancient creature move with a timeless dignity.
It was a moment of strange, peaceful communion. No words, no complicated social rules. Just three bodies suspended in beauty, connected by a shared, secret history that thrummed beneath the surface like a hidden current.
The peace was broken by a splash from above. Su-A had jumped in. She swam over to you, her movements brisk and efficient. She tapped her watch, then pointed back to the boat. Time was up.
Back on the boat, the mood shifted again. The silent understanding of the underwater world was gone, replaced by the bright, noisy reality of the boat ride back. You were all dripping, skin glistening with salt water. Ryujin wrung out her hair, laughing at something the guide said. Karina sat on the bench, a towel wrapped around her shoulders, looking out at the horizon with a pensive expression.
Su-A sat down next to you, bumping your shoulder with hers. “So?” she asked, her voice cheerful. “See anything good down there?”
“Yeah,” you said, watching Ryujin. “It was amazing.”
“I saw you three,” Su-A said, her tone casual. “Huddled together, watching that turtle. Looked very… cozy.”
You glanced at her. Her smile was still in place, but her eyes were sharp, analytical. “It was just a turtle,” you said.
“Mhm.” She didn’t push it. She just leaned back, tilting her face to the sun. “Can’t wait for the game tonight. It’s going to be so much fun.”
The way she said “fun” made your stomach clench.
Back at the bungalow, everyone dispersed to rinse off and change. You stood under the outdoor shower on your private deck, washing the salt from your skin. You could hear the muffled sounds of laughter and conversation from the other bungalow where Su-A, Ryujin, and Karina were staying. The normalcy of it was jarring. How could they just… laugh? How could they act like everything was the same?
You changed into clean shorts and a fresh shirt. By the time you walked back into the main living area, the others were already there. The atmosphere had changed again. The sun was beginning its descent, casting long, golden shadows. The room was dim, the blinds half-closed. Someone—Su-A, probably—had lit a few of the resort’s scented candles. The air smelled of coconut and vanilla.
In the center of the room, the large, low coffee table had been cleared. On it sat four bottles of imported beer, condensation beading on the glass, and a single, empty bottle lying on its side.
Ryujin was sitting cross-legged on one of the large floor cushions, already wearing a fresh pair of soft grey sweatpants and a tight black crop top. Her hair was damp, tousled. She was spinning the empty bottle idly with one finger.
Karina sat on the sofa, her legs curled under her. She’d changed into loose, linen pants and a simple white tank top. Her hair was down, drying in dark waves around her shoulders. She was staring at the spinning bottle as if it were a venomous snake.
Su-A was the last to enter, closing the sliding door to the deck behind her with a soft thud. She’d changed into comfortable-looking lounge wear—soft shorts and an oversized hoodie. She carried a bowl of snacks—nuts and dried fruit—which she set on the table with a decisive thump.
“Alright,” she said, clapping her hands together once. Her voice was bright, but her eyes were serious. “No more delays. No more snorkeling. No more breakfasts.” She looked at each of you in turn—Ryujin, Karina, you. “We’re all here. We’re all adults.” She paused, letting the word ‘adults’ hang in the scented air. “It’s time for Truth or Dare.”
She dropped down onto a cushion opposite Ryujin, completing the circle around the table. The four of you formed a square, with the bottle in the center. The candlelight flickered, dancing over their faces, making their expressions seem deeper, more mysterious.
“Standard rules,” Su-A announced. “Spin the bottle. Whoever it points to gets to choose: Truth or Dare. The person who spun it asks the question or gives the dare. No passes. If you refuse a dare, you have to take off an article of clothing.” A slow, wicked smile. “And we play until the beer is gone. Or until we’re out of clothes.” She looked directly at you. “Who wants to go first?”
Silence. The only sound was the distant, rhythmic sigh of the ocean.
Ryujin’s finger stopped the bottle. She looked up, her gaze landing on you. “I’ll go first,” she said, her voice a low, confident rasp. She reached out, gave the bottle a sharp, practiced flick.
It spun, a blur of green glass reflecting the candlelight. It slowed, wobbled, and finally came to a stop.
The neck was pointing directly at Karina.
Karina’s breath caught audibly. She uncrossed her legs, sitting up straighter.
Ryujin leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, a predator’s smile on her lips. “Well, well, Kari,” she purred. “Truth or Dare?”
Karina’s eyes darted from the bottle, to Ryujin, to you, and then back to Ryujin. She swallowed, her throat working. The candlelight caught the nervous flutter of her pulse at the base of her neck. Her fingers twisted in the fabric of her linen pants.
She took a deep, shaky breath.
“Dare,” she whispered.
The word “Dare” hung in the coconut-scented air, a fragile, trembling thing. Karina’s eyes were huge, fixed on Ryujin, who looked like a cat that had just cornered a particularly plump mouse.
Ryujin’s smile widened, slow and deliberate. “A dare. Brave girl.” She uncrossed her legs, leaning further forward, her gaze slicing from Karina to you and back. “Okay. Here’s your dare, Kari. You’re going to give our dear dongsaeng here a lap dance.”
A jolt, pure and electric, shot straight down your spine to your groin. Your mouth went dry.
Karina made a small, choked sound. “A… a what?”
“You heard me,” Ryujin said, her voice dropping to that intimate, rasping register. “A lap dance. Right here. Right now. Music’s optional. I’ll provide the rhythm.” She tapped her fingers on her knee, a slow, sensual beat. Tap. Tap-tap. Tap.
“Ryujin, I… I can’t,” Karina whispered, her face flooding with a scarlet blush that spread down her neck and across the exposed skin of her chest above her tank top.
“Sure you can,” Ryujin said, her tone leaving no room for argument. It was a command wrapped in velvet. “Or you forfeit. And you know the forfeit.” Her eyes flicked meaningfully to the simple white tank top Karina wore. “Top comes off. Your choice.”
The air in the room grew thicker, hotter. Su-A, from her cushion, let out a soft, delighted hum. She took a slow sip of her beer, her eyes gleaming with undisguised anticipation. She wasn’t just a participant anymore; she was an audience of one, and she was loving the show.
Karina’s panicked eyes found yours. There was shame there, and a deep, flustered vulnerability, but beneath it… a flicker of something else. A spark of heat. A memory of her mouth on you, her shyness melting away under Ryujin’s guidance. She bit her lower lip, a gesture so unconsciously erotic it made your cock twitch hard against the seam of your shorts.
“Okay,” she breathed, the word barely audible.
“What was that?” Ryujin prompted, her tapping fingers never stopping.
“I said okay,” Karina repeated, stronger this time. She uncurled her legs from beneath her and stood up. The motion was hesitant, graceful. The linen pants whispered as she stepped around the low table. She stopped in front of you, standing between your knees as you sat on the floor cushion. She was looking down at her own feet, her hair a dark curtain hiding her face.
“Look at him, Kari,” Ryujin instructed softly from behind her. “It’s no good if you’re looking at the floor.”
Karina’s shoulders rose and fell with a deep breath. She lifted her head. Her eyes met yours. The shyness was still there, but it was being steadily burned away by a nervous, gathering heat. Her cheeks were still flushed, but her gaze held yours, steady.
“Ryujin,” Su-A murmured, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. “A little mood music?”
Without looking away from Karina, Ryujin pulled her phone from her sweatpants pocket. A few swipes, and a low, pulsing bassline filled the room—a sultry, instrumental R&B track with a slow, grinding rhythm. It was perfect.
“Go on,” Ryujin said. “We’re all waiting.”
Karina’s hands came up, trembling slightly. They settled on her own hips, fingers splaying over the loose linen. She closed her eyes for a second, swaying slightly to the beat. Then she began.
It was awkward at first. A stiff roll of her hips, a shuffle of her feet. She was thinking too much. You could see the self-consciousness tightening her shoulders.
“Stop thinking,” Ryujin’s voice cut through the music, gentle but firm. “Just feel it, Kari. You know how to move. I’ve seen you dance when you think no one’s looking.”
Something in Karina shifted at those words. Her eyes opened, and she looked past you, focusing on some middle distance. The stiffness bled out of her posture. Her next hip roll was smoother, more natural. Her hands slid from her hips, up over the thin fabric of her tank top, tracing the sides of her body. The white cotton strained over the full, heavy swell of her breasts.
The breath caught in your throat. You were frozen, pinned to the cushion by the sheer, unbelievable reality of it. Karina, your shy, beautiful Karina noona, was swaying her hips inches from your face, her body moving to a sex-drenched rhythm.
Her movements grew more confident, more fluid. She turned, presenting her back to you, and looked over her shoulder, her dark hair brushing her cheek. She arched her back, making the linen pants pull tight over the perfect, round curve of her ass. She rolled her hips in a slow, grinding circle, the fabric whispering a promise against itself. Then she sank down, lowering herself until her ass was hovering just above your lap.
She didn’t sit. She hovered, grinding the air, the heat of her body radiating through the thin layers separating you. The scent of her—clean skin, shampoo, and that underlying, uniquely Karina sweetness—washed over you. You could see the tension in the muscles of her thighs, the delicate line of her spine through the tank top.
She rose back up, turning to face you again. This time, her eyes were locked on yours, dark and glazed with a daring you’d never seen in her before. Her hands came forward, and her fingertips brushed your shoulders. A jolt of pure electricity shot through you at the contact.
“Is this okay?” she whispered, the music almost swallowing her words.
You couldn’t speak. You just nodded, your head moving in a jerky, desperate motion.
A small, triumphant smile touched her lips. She leaned in closer, her breasts now level with your face. She placed her hands on your shoulders for balance and slowly, so slowly, lowered herself onto your lap.
The weight of her was exquisite. She wasn’t sitting fully; she was perched on your thighs, her core hovering just above your aching cock, which was now a rigid, trapped line of fire in your shorts. She began to move in earnest, grinding down in slow, sinuous circles. The friction of her linen-clad ass against your clothed erection was maddening, a rough, delicious torture. Through the layers, you could feel the heat of her pussy, a furnace burning just out of reach.
Her arms slid around your neck. Her face was close to yours, her breath warm and sweet against your lips. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips parted. The shy girl was gone, replaced by a woman discovering a potent, sensual power.
“You feel so good,” she murmured, her voice a husky vibration against your ear that was nothing like her usual soft tone. It was raw, honest.
One of her hands left your neck and slid down your chest, over your t-shirt, down to the hard plane of your stomach. Her fingers traced the waistband of your shorts. You gasped, your hips bucking up involuntarily, seeking more pressure.
“Someone’s enjoying the show,” Ryujin purred from somewhere nearby. You’d almost forgotten she and Su-A were there.
Karina didn’t seem to care. Her focus was entirely on you, on the connection between your bodies. Her grinding became more purposeful, more rhythmic, matching the beat Ryujin had provided. Up and down, forward and back, her ass cheeks clenching and releasing as she moved. Each downward stroke sent a bolt of desperate pleasure straight to your balls.
Her face was so close. You could see the faint sheen of perspiration on her upper lip, the dilation of her pupils. The desire in her eyes was an open flame.
You couldn’t take it anymore. Your hands, which had been clenched at your sides, came up. You hesitated for a split second, then settled them on her waist. The linen was soft, warm. You could feel the heat of her skin beneath. You gripped her, guiding her movements, meeting her grind with an upward thrust of your own.
A soft, broken moan escaped her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed. “Yes,” she breathed. “Like that.”
The dance dissolved. It was no longer a performance. It was a prelude. Her grinding lost its theatricality and became pure, unadulterated need. She was rubbing herself against you, seeking her own pleasure as much as she was giving you yours. Her hand on your stomach slipped lower, her palm pressing firmly against the thick bulge of your cock through your shorts.
That was the final thread snapping.
With a groan that was ripped from your chest, you surged forward and captured her lips with yours.
The kiss was not gentle. It was hungry, devouring, a collision of all the pent-up longing and the night’s memories and the present, overwhelming heat. Her lips were soft and yielding, then fiercely responsive. She kissed you back with a passion that stole the air from your lungs. Her tongue met yours, tangling in a wet, desperate dance. The taste of her—tea and mint and Karina—was intoxicating.
Your hands slid from her waist, one moving up to cup the back of her head, fingers tangling in her silken hair. The other hand slid down, over the curve of her ass, gripping the firm, generous flesh through the linen and squeezing. She cried into your mouth, her hips jerking against you.
You were lost in her, in the kiss, in the feel of her. The world narrowed to the wet heat of her mouth, the weight on your lap, the incredible pressure against your cock.
Then another set of hands joined the fray.
Cool, confident fingers slid into your hair from behind, not pulling, just possessing. You broke the kiss with Karina, gasping, and turned your head to see Ryujin kneeling right behind you, her face inches away. Her expression was a masterpiece of aroused triumph.
“My turn,” she whispered, her raspy voice thick with want. And she kissed you.
It was a different kiss entirely. Where Karina’s was deep and surrendering, Ryujin’s was commanding, possessive. Her lips were firm, her tongue sweeping into your mouth with an arrogant confidence that made your head spin. She tasted of salt and beer and Ryujin. She kissed you like she was claiming territory, and you were more than happy to surrender it.
While she plundered your mouth, her hands were busy. One stayed tangled in your hair, the other reached around you, her fingers deftly finding the hem of Karina’s tank top. You felt the fabric shift, then the incredible, soft, heavy weight of Karina’s bare breast filled your hand. Ryujin had pulled Karina’s top up, and you were now cupping her naked tit, your palm engulfing its impossible fullness. The skin was like heated silk, the nipple a hard, pebbled peak against your palm.
Karina gasped, arching her back, pushing her breast more firmly into your hand. Her head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat.
Ryujin broke the kiss, her lips trailing down to your jaw, your neck. “Touch her,” she growled against your skin. “Play with her pretty tits. You know you’ve always wanted to.”
You didn’t need telling twice. Your fingers kneaded the lush flesh, your thumb swiping over the tight, dark nipple. Karina whimpered, her own hands flying to your wrists, not to push you away, but to hold you there, to encourage you. “Please,” she moaned, her eyes closed, her head still thrown back.
“Fuck, look at you two,” Su-A’s voice came, hushed and strained. You’d forgotten her completely. You managed to glance over. She was still on her cushion, but she’d drawn her knees up to her chest. Her face was flushed, her lips parted. She was watching, her gaze raking over the three of you with an intensity that was almost physical. One of her hands was tucked between her thighs, pressing down subtly. She wasn’t just watching; she was immersed, getting off on the sight.
Ryujin’s mouth was back on yours, her hand joining yours on Karina’s breast, her fingers pinching and rolling the other nipple. Karina cried out, a sharp, beautiful sound. The dual sensation—Ryujin’s demanding kiss and the feel of both their hands on Karina’s incredible body—was overwhelming.
Clothes became the enemy. Ryujin, ever practical, broke away and pulled Karina’s tank top the rest of the way off, tossing it aside. Karina’s breasts spilled free, full and heavy, with large, dusky pink areolas and nipples that were now hard, aching points. They were even more magnificent than you’d dreamed, swaying with her every gasping breath.
“Stand up,” Ryujin ordered, her voice leaving no room for debate.
You and Karina stumbled to your feet, your bodies reluctant to separate. Karina stood before you, gloriously topless, her chest heaving, her eyes dark pools of need. You reached for her, but Ryujin was there, stepping between you. She put a hand on your chest and pushed you back a step, then turned to Karina.
“My dare’s over,” Ryujin said, her voice low. “Now it’s my turn.” And she kissed Karina.
You watched, stunned, as Ryujin captured Karina’s lips in a deep, searing kiss. Karina melted into it immediately, her arms coming up to wrap around Ryujin’s neck. It was hot, passionate, two beautiful women lost in each other. Ryujin’s hands slid down Karina’s back, cupping her ass through the linen pants, pulling her close. The sight of Ryujin’s lean, athletic frame pressed against Karina’s soft, curvy one, their mouths fused together, sent a fresh, brutal surge of lust straight to your cock.
They broke apart, both breathing heavily. Ryujin looked at you over Karina’s shoulder, her eyes blazing. “She’s not the only one who wants you,” Ryujin said, the confession seeming to surprise even her. A faint, uncharacteristic blush tinted her sharp cheekbones. “I… I really fucking like you. Like, really really. Have for a while.”
The admission hung in the air, vulnerable and real beneath all the dominant play.
Karina turned in Ryujin’s arms to face you. Her shyness was gone, burned away by desire and this new, shared intimacy. “It’s true,” Karina said, her voice steady now, filled with a conviction that made your heart hammer. “I want you. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long.”
“No more waiting,” Ryujin declared, and her fingers went to the button of Karina’s linen pants. She popped it, slid the zipper down. Together, they pushed the pants down Karina’s hips, letting them pool at her feet. Karina stepped out of them, standing before you in just a pair of simple white cotton panties. They were already damp, a dark patch of moisture staining the fabric at the apex of her thighs.
“Bedroom,” Su-A said from her spot on the floor. Her voice was thick, choked with her own arousal. “Now. Don’t you dare finish anything out here.”
It was the permission, the encouragement, that broke the last dam. You stumbled together, a three-limbed creature of pure want, through the living area and into the bedroom. The moon was out again, silvering the same vast bed that had witnessed the first act. This felt like the main event.
Ryujin pushed Karina onto the edge of the mattress. “Lie back,” she instructed. Karina obeyed, scooting back until her head hit the pillows, her body a stunning landscape of pale skin and dark hair against the white sheets. Her breasts settled against her chest, her nipples pointing proudly at the ceiling. Her damp panties were the only barrier left.
Ryujin turned to you. Her own hands went to the hem of her black crop top. She pulled it over her head in one swift motion. Her torso was a work of art—lean, defined abs, the subtle curves of her ribcage, small, perfect breasts with pert, pink nipples. She was all sleek muscle and smooth skin. She undid the drawstring of her grey sweatpants and shoved them and her panties down in one go, kicking them aside. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, her lips already glistening.
Naked, confident, she closed the distance between you. Her hands went to your t-shirt, pulling it up. You raised your arms, letting her strip it off you. Then her fingers were at your shorts, unbuttoning, unzipping. She pushed them and your boxers down, and your cock sprang free, fully erect, the head swollen and already leaking a clear bead of pre-cum.
She wrapped her fingers around your shaft, her grip firm and knowing. A hiss escaped your teeth. “Fuck, Ryujin.”
“I plan to,” she said, a wicked grin on her face. She gave you a slow, deliberate stroke, her thumb smearing the pre-cum over the sensitive head. Then she released you and turned to the bed. “But first… she’s been waiting longer.”
Ryujin climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Karina’s spread legs. She hooked her fingers into the sides of Karina’s panties. “Lift your hips, baby.”
Karina obeyed, and Ryujin slid the last scrap of fabric down her legs and off. Karina’s pussy was revealed, and the sight stole your breath. It was beautiful—plump, puffy outer lips, a deeper pink within, already glistening wet with her arousal. Her inner lips peeked out slightly, and her clit was a hard, swollen nub at the apex.
Ryujin didn’t hesitate. She lowered her head between Karina’s thighs.
“Oh! R-Ryujin!” Karina gasped, her back arching off the bed as Ryujin’s tongue made contact.
You could only watch, mesmerized, as Ryujin ate Karina’s pussy with a focused, hungry intensity. This was no timid exploration. This was a claiming. Ryujin’s tongue was flat and broad at first, licking a long, slow stripe from Karina’s entrance all the way up to her clit. Karina’s whole body jerked, a sharp cry tearing from her throat.
Ryujin dove in. She used her lips to suck on Karina’s puffy outer lips, then her tongue to spear into her opening, fucking her with it. The wet, slick sounds filled the moonlit room, obscene and beautiful. Karina’s hands flew to Ryujin’s head, her fingers tangling in the dark hair, not pushing her away but holding her close, grinding her pussy up against Ryujin’s face.
“Yes, right there, oh god, right there!” Karina chanted, her hips moving in frantic circles.
Ryujin switched her focus to Karina’s clit. She sucked the little bud into her mouth, her tongue flicking over it rapidly. Karina screamed, her legs trembling, trying to clamp around Ryujin’s head. Ryujin just pushed them wider apart, holding her open, her mouth never leaving its target.
You were so hard it was painful. You climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside them, unable to keep from touching. Your hand found Ryujin’s back, tracing the muscles that flexed as she worked. You leaned down and took one of Karina’s bouncing breasts into your mouth, sucking her nipple deep, grazing it with your teeth.
The dual stimulation was too much for Karina. Her body went rigid, a strangled gasp caught in her throat. Then she shattered. Her pussy clenched around nothing, her juices flowing as Ryujin kept licking through her convulsions. Karina’s orgasm rolled through her in visible waves, her stomach muscles clenching, her toes curling. A high, keening wail was ripped from her lungs as she came hard against Ryujin’s relentless tongue.
Ryujin finally lifted her head, her chin and lips glistening with Karina’s wetness. She looked utterly debauched and triumphant. She crawled up Karina’s body and kissed her deeply, letting Karina taste herself. Karina kissed back with a desperate, post-orgasmic hunger.
Then Ryujin turned her head, her lips now against yours, transferring the taste of Karina to your mouth. It was musky, sweet, uniquely female. “Your turn,” she panted against your lips. “She’s ready for you. Fuck her. I want to watch.”
She rolled off to the side, lying on her stomach next to Karina, propped on her elbows, her eyes dark and fixed on you and Karina.
Karina was still breathing heavily, her body limp and pliant, but her eyes were open, burning with a renewed, deeper need. She reached for you. “Please,” she whispered, her voice raw. “I need you inside me. Now.”
You moved between her legs, your cock nudging against her soaked, swollen folds. The heat coming off her was incredible. You positioned the head at her entrance, the pre-cum from your tip mixing with her juices.
“Wait.”
Su-A’s voice came from the doorway. She’d followed you in and was leaning against the doorframe, one hand still pressed between her own thighs. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide. She looked like she was on the edge of her own climax just from watching. “Don’t just fuck her,” she breathed, her voice a husky command. “Make it count. Come in her. Fill her up.”
The vulgar, direct words from your stepsister, in this context, were the final, mind-breaking taboo. It unleashed something feral in you.
You looked down at Karina. Her eyes were locked on yours, filled with love, with lust, with a shocking depth of commitment. “Yes,” she whispered, her hands coming up to cradle your face. “Let me have your baby. We can get married. I want it. I want you.”
The confession was so huge, so unexpected, it stole the air from the room for a second. Then Ryujin, beside her, let out a soft, shuddering sigh. She reached out and traced her fingers down your neck, over your collarbone. “Make me yours, too,” she said, her usual confidence softened into a vulnerable plea. “Let’s make this night… our greatest first date. The beginning of our new life.”
You couldn’t speak. Emotion clogged your throat. You just nodded, your vision blurring for a second.
Then you pushed forward.
The head of your cock pressed against her entrance, and her pussy yielded, stretching open around you in a slow, exquisite surrender. She was so fucking tight, so hot, so wet. An agonizing, perfect pressure enveloped you as you sank inch by inch into her incredible depth. Her inner walls gripped you like a velvet fist, fluttering around your invading length.
Karina’s mouth fell open in a silent cry, her eyes rolling back for a second before they focused on you again, filled with tears of overwhelming sensation. “You’re… you’re so deep,” she gasped.
You were fully sheathed, buried to the hilt inside her. The feeling was beyond description. It was home. It was heaven. You stayed there for a long moment, both of you trembling, letting her body adjust to your girth.
Then you began to move.
You pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, until just the tip remained nestled inside her swollen lips. Then you drove back in, a smooth, deep stroke that made her cry out and her nails dig into your shoulders. You set a rhythm—slow, deep, deliberate. Each thrust was a full-body experience. The sound of your hips meeting hers was a wet, solid slap that echoed in the room, punctuated by Karina’s sharp, breathy moans.
“Yes, just like that, oh god, just like that!” she chanted, her hips rising to meet every one of your thrusts. Her tits bounced with the force of your fucking, a mesmerizing, jiggling rhythm.
You leaned down, capturing a nipple in your mouth, sucking hard as you fucked her. She screamed, her back arching, pushing her breast deeper into your mouth.
From beside you, Ryujin’s hand snaked down. Her fingers found Karina’s clit, rubbing tight, fast circles over the swollen nub as you pistoned in and out. “Come on, Kari,” Ryujin urged, her own breath coming in ragged pants. “Come on his cock. Let him feel you come.”
The combined stimulation—your deep, relentless fucking, your mouth on her tit, Ryujin’s skilled fingers on her clit—was too much. Karina’s eyes flew open, locked on yours. Her mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ as a silent scream built in her throat. Her pussy suddenly convulsed around your cock, a series of rapid, milking contractions that squeezed you so tightly you saw stars.
“Fuck! I’m coming! I’m coming!” she finally shrieked, her body bowing off the bed. Her pussy gushed, drenching your cock and balls in a fresh flood of her juices as her orgasm tore through her. The rhythmic clenching of her inner walls was unbelievable, a hot, pulsating massage on your aching shaft.
You couldn’t hold back. The sight of her coming apart, the feel of her tight cunt milking you, the sound of her screams, Su-A’s hungry gaze from the doorway, Ryujin’s whispered encouragements—it was all too much.
“I’m gonna cum!” you grunted, your thrusts growing faster, harder, losing their rhythm, becoming frantic, desperate slams.
“Inside her!” Su-A cried out from the door, her own voice breaking. “Do it! Fill her up!”
“Give it to me!” Karina begged, her eyes wide, her hands clutching your ass, pulling you deeper. “Please, I want it all!”
With a final, brutal thrust that buried you to the root, you exploded. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, a white-hot detonation at the base of your spine. Your cock pulsed violently inside her, jet after hot jet of your cum flooding her depths. You groaned, a raw, animal sound, as you emptied yourself into her, each spurt wracking your body with intense pleasure.
Karina felt it. She let out a soft, sobbing moan, her own body quivering with aftershocks as she felt the hot rush filling her. “Yes… yes…” she whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed, a look of profound, blissful satisfaction on her face.
You collapsed on top of her, spent, still pulsing weakly inside her. Her arms and legs wrapped around you, holding you close, keeping you buried inside her as your cum began to seep out around the edges of your still-connected bodies.
Panting, sweating, you turned your head. Ryujin was watching, her own hand now between her legs, her fingers working furiously over her own clit. Her expression was one of awe and fierce desire. “Fuck, that was so hot,” she breathed.
Su-A slowly slid down the doorframe to sit on the floor, her own body limp. She let out a long, shuddering sigh, a smile of pure, unadulterated satisfaction on her lips. “Finally,” she whispered to herself.
You were still inside Karina, both of you breathing heavily, connected in the most intimate way possible. Ryujin’s hand slowed, then stopped. She crawled closer, until her face was next to yours. She kissed your sweaty temple, then Karina’s cheek.
“So,” Ryujin murmured, her raspy voice soft in the aftermath. “What’s the truth, Kari? Did you like your dare?”
A/n : Trying something more Lengthy. Hope Yall liked it.
