In mid 2024, the summer nights in Seoul were oppressively hot and humid. The crew of âYou Are the Apple of My Eyeâ was filming at a high school. As night fell, the campus was dimly lit, with only the gym emitting sounds of depravity. The dayâs filming had long ended, and most of the crew had left, but the gym had become a secret playground for Dahyun and the student actors, the air thick with the scent of sweat and lust.
Inside the gym, the mats had become a stage for debauchery. âAh⊠ah⊠I canât take it anymore⊠ahhâŠâ Dahyunâs moans echoed intermittently, mixed with sobs, reverberating through the room. Her pale, naked body was sandwiched between two muscular men, one thick cock thrusting into her dripping pussy while another ravaged her tender asshole. The wet, squelching sounds of penetration mingled with the âslap, slap, slapâ of flesh colliding, like the rhythm of churning mud.
Whenever her âahâŠâ cries turned sharp and high-pitched, as if echoing from the clouds, the âslap, slapâ sounds of flesh slowed down, becoming crisp and forceful, each âslapâ sounding like a whip cracking on livestock. But when the âslap, slapâŠâ grew rapid and deep, Dahyunâs âahhh⊠ahhhâŠâ moans merged into a continuous stream, almost like a long, drawn-out âahâŠâ, while the âsquelch, squelchâŠâ of thrusting sounded like a steam locomotive running at full speed.
Through the crack in the door, only the three sets of hips could be seen moving rhythmically. Dahyunâs pussy and asshole were each stuffed with a thick cock, pounding relentlessly. Her lower body was a soaked mess, glistening with slick fluids mixed with white foam, as if coated in creamy frosting. As one thick cock drilled into her like a jackhammer, more white cum mixed with her juices was forced out of her pussy, dripping down her perineum to her asshole, where it was carried into the tight cavity by the other thrusting cock.
Dahyunâs plump, pale ass contrasted starkly with the two thick cocks pistoning in and out, a fierce battle of flesh unfolding. Her thick thighs quivered with each thrust, her fat ass jiggling with waves of flesh, perfectly showcasing her bodyâs suitability for doggy-style fucking. The two sweat-drenched, muscular men pounded her relentlessly, the âsquelch, squelchâŠâ growing stickier, like the sound of boots trudging through a muddy swamp.
âAh⊠ahhh⊠ahâŠâ Sandwiched between the two muscular men, Dahyunâs lewd moans rose and fell with the rhythm of their thrusts, filling the room. In the room, aside from the three entangled bodies on the mat, there were five other naked, muscular guys. Some smoked, others jerked off their dripping cocks, and a few chatted, laughing lewdly as they watched Dahyun being fucked. The floor was covered in puddles of unidentified fluids, the air reeking of piss, sweat, and smokeâa thoroughly depraved atmosphere.
âAhh⊠Iâm cumming⊠Iâm cumming⊠ahhh⊠Iâm going to dieâŠâ As the two sweat-soaked men continued their relentless assault, Dahyun let out cries of pain mixed with ecstasy. The surrounding guys gathered closer, their hard cocks in hand, staring at Dahyunâs lower body, stuffed with two massive cocks. Her moans grew sharper and louder, and her soaked pussy suddenly gushed a stream of clear fluid, like a small creek. The two men, as if spurred on, fucked her even harder, their cocks plunging into her as if into boiling water, splashing her juices everywhere. Finally, amidst her near-hysterical screams, a jet of clear piss shot from her urethra, splattering onto the stomach of the guy on top, trickling down to their sticky, conjoined bodies.
Her piss sprayed for over ten seconds, gradually diminishing, flowing down their joined bodies onto the mat below. The surrounding guys watched excitedly, one of them jerking off so hard that he shot streams of cum all over Dahyunâs face.
âThis slut Dahyun has squirted three times today, fucking hell, sheâs so depraved!â
âYeah, every time she gets fucked, she pisses herself.â
âHeh, she looks so pure and innocent, but sheâs a total whore deep down.â
âDamn, the first time I saw her, I almost came in my pants. Youâd never guess sheâs this slutty.â
âFuck⊠weâve been banging her for a month, and her pussy and asshole are still so tight. Sheâs born to be a whore.â
âSheâs got the life of a bitch, haha⊠most prostitutes couldnât handle this, but this bitch Dahyun comes back for more every day.â
âWorse than a bitch, fuck! I canât take it anymore, hurry up, I need to fuck her again today.â
âDonât rush, weâve got plenty of time to play. Iâm taking this slutâs asshole next, no one better steal it!â
As Dahyun reached her climax, the group of tall guys started chattering, shamelessly joking and laughing in front of her as she was fucked to the point of pissing herself, treating her like nothing more than a bitch with no dignity.
A few months earlier, inside a casting room in Seoul, the air was thick with the faint smell of tobacco. The curtains were drawn, and dim yellow light spilled across a wooden table, illuminating the directorâs wrinkled face, brimming with lust. He leaned back in his leather chair, hands crossed, his hawk-like gaze fixed on Dahyun, a member of TWICE, sitting across from him. Her innocent aura contrasted sharply with her fiery body, making her presence in the cramped room all the more enticing. Petite in stature, she possessed a breathtaking hourglass figure, with a slender waist and plump, rounded hips forming a perfect ratio. Her thick, toned thighs exuded a deadly sensuality, as if she were born for doggy-style sex.
The summer heat in Seoul was stifling, and though the air conditioning was on in the casting room, the atmosphere still felt oppressively warm. The directorâs eyes roamed over Dahyunâs body, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. âMiss Dahyun,â his voice was low, laced with a hint of probing, âYou Are the Apple of My Eyeâ is a major production. The female lead needs to have⊠a special kind of charm. What do you think you have that can impress me?â
Dahyun smiled faintly, a glint of cunning flashing in her eyes. She knew this casting was never just about acting. She stood up, slowly walking toward the director, her skirt swaying with each step, accentuating her slender waist and plump ass. âI know what you want,â her voice was soft and seductive, tinged with provocation, âand I can give you⊠everything.â
The directorâs lips curled into a lewd grin as he placed his hands on Dahyunâs slender waist, pulling her onto his lap. âOh? Then youâll need to prove your sincerity.â His hands roamed shamelessly to the insides of her thick thighs, his rough fingertips grazing her smooth skin, savoring the firm flesh. Dahyun didnât resist; instead, she leaned closer, her red lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, âAs long as you give me this role, Iâm willing to be the crewâs⊠cum dumpster. Anyone can play with me however they want.â
The directorâs breathing quickened instantly, his cock swelling in his pants. He yanked open Dahyunâs top, revealing her perky, pale tits, the size of small melons, with pink nipples trembling in the air. âWhat a slut,â he growled, his hands roughly kneading her breasts. âThen letâs see what youâre capable of!â The casting room door was locked, and the atmosphere turned depraved in an instant.
Dahyun was pinned against the table, her short skirt flipped up to her waist, her panties torn off, exposing her pink, dripping pussy, already soaked with glistening juices that trickled down her thick thighs. âAhh⊠Director⊠be gentle⊠ahâŠâ Dahyunâs moans were broken, a mix of pain and excitement, echoing through the room. The director unbuckled his belt, pulling out a thick cock, its tip already leaking precum. Without mercy, he aimed his cock at Dahyunâs pussy and thrust hard, burying himself fully into her tight, wet hole.
With a âsquelch,â her juices were forced out, dripping down her perineum onto the table. âSo fucking tight,â the director growled through gritted teeth, grabbing her slender waist and starting to pound her furiously. âSlap, slap, slapâŠâ The sound of flesh colliding was rapid and sharp, accompanied by the âsquelch, squelchâ of penetration, like the rhythm of churning mud.
Dahyun was fucked into a moaning mess, her breasts jiggling on the table, her nipples pinched red by the directorâs rough fingers. âAhh⊠so deep⊠Director⊠ahh⊠youâre fucking me to death⊠ahâŠâ Her moans rose and fell, sometimes sharp and high like they came from the clouds, other times long and drawn-out like a sigh, utterly depraved.
The directorâs thrusts grew more violent, each one making Dahyunâs pussy clench and release, her juices and white foam spilling from her hole, dripping down the tableâs edge to the floor. âSlut, tell me, were you born to be fucked?â he demanded while pounding her, his palm slapping her plump, rounded ass with a crisp âslap,â the fat jiggling with waves of flesh, irresistibly enticing.
âAhh⊠yes⊠Iâm a slut born to be fucked⊠ah⊠Director⊠give me the role⊠Iâll let the whole crew fuck me⊠ahhâŠâ Dahyun was fucked senseless, spewing lewd words just to please the director. Her pale little feet dangled off the tableâs edge, swaying with each thrust, her toes curling, as delicate as white jade.
The director, driven wild by her sluttiness, flipped her over, making her lie face down on the table, her plump ass raised high, her thick thighs taut, presenting the perfect doggy-style position, as if she were made to be fucked hard. He spat on her pink asshole, then roughly probed it with his fingers, stirring it a few times before aiming his thick cock at the tight hole and thrusting in hard.
âAhhh⊠it hurts⊠it hurts so much⊠ahhâŠâ Dahyunâs screams rang out, but they soon turned into excited moans. âAhh⊠Director⊠fuck my asshole⊠ahh⊠it feels so goodâŠâ âSquelch, squelchâŠâ His cock slid in and out of her asshole, making sticky sounds, accompanied by the âslap, slap, slapâ of her ass being pounded, the flesh jiggling with each impact.
The roomâs depravity grew thicker. Dahyunâs asshole was fucked slightly open, fluids and juices dripping down her perineum to her pussy, leaving a wet mess. Her long hair was disheveled, sticking to her sweaty face, her large breasts squashed against the table, the flesh spilling out from the sides like soft dough.
âAhh⊠Iâm cumming⊠ahhh⊠Iâm going to die⊠ahâŠâ As the director continued his brutal assault, Dahyunâs moans grew sharper. Her pussy suddenly gushed a stream of clear fluid, like a small creek flowing onto the table, followed by a jet of piss shooting from her urethra, splattering onto the directorâs pants and dripping down the tableâs edge to the floor.
âSlut, you got fucked so hard you pissed yourself!â the director roared with excitement, pounding her asshole even harder. The piss sprayed for over ten seconds, gradually slowing, trickling down her thick thighs onto the table, forming a puddle that reeked of her scent.
The director, unable to hold back from the sight, pulled out his cock and forced Dahyun to the floor, making her kneel beneath his crotch. âOpen your mouth, slut, drink my cum!â he ordered, jerking his cock. Dahyun obediently opened her mouth, sticking out her pink tongue, her eyes filled with lustful desire.
With a low growl, the director shot thick streams of cum, splattering her face, mouth, and even dripping down her pale breasts. She swallowed the cum without hesitation, using her fingers to scoop the cum from her face into her mouth, licking it clean. âHaha⊠youâre a fucking natural-born whore!â The director panted, slapping her cheek.
âI see your sincerity. The role is yours. But remember what you promisedâeveryone in the crew can play with you however they want!â Dahyun collapsed on the floor, her body sticky with sweat, juices, and cum, glistening under the light. She panted, a mix of satisfaction and ambition in her eyes. âThank you, Director⊠Iâll make everyone happyâŠâ Her voice was soft and seductive, laced with provocation.
The depravity of the casting room was only the beginning. A few days later, filming officially started, and Dahyun appeared on set as the female lead. Her innocent appearance and fiery figure set the blood of all the student actors racing, her petite frame exuding a deadly sensuality with her slender waist and plump, rounded hips forming a perfect ratio, paired with her thick, toned thighs in the school unifrom, making it impossible not to fantasize about her body. But no one knew she had already promised a more debased deal on the directorâs bed. As night fell and the filming ended, the gym became her secret playground. The student actors took turns, treating her as a tool for their lust, satisfying her body and ambition through rough gangbangs.
On the first day of filming, after it ended, the director led Dahyun to the gym, where seven muscular student actors were already waiting. Their eyes burned with desire, their cocks twitching eagerly in their pants. âDahyun,â the director said with a wicked grin, âitâs time to fulfill what you promised.â
Dahyun didnât hesitate; instead, she took the initiative to strip off her clothes, revealing her pale, naked body as she lay on the thick mat. Her hourglass figure was fully exposed, her slender waist and plump hips forming an enticing curve, her thick thighs slightly parted, radiating endless temptation. âCome on, oppa,â her voice dripped with seduction, âplay with me however you want.â
âSlap, slap, slapâŠâ âSquelch, squelchâŠâ The two sweat-drenched guys continued their rapid thrusts, Dahyun reduced to heavy panting after her climax, her legs hanging limply in the arms of the guy on top, swaying with each thrust, her pale little feet as delicate as white jade.
âAhhh⊠ahhhâŠâ As the guy on top gave his final, powerful thrusts, Dahyun let out delirious moans. On his last deep thrust into her pussy, she let out a long, low âummâŠâ, her toes curling tight. The guy on top tensed his body, pressing down on her, his balls contracting and releasing, finally relaxing after a dozen pulses. The guy below continued relentlessly fucking her asshole.
Half a minute later, the guy on top pulled out his dripping cock, coated in sticky fluids, a drop of cum hanging from the tip. Her pussy remained slightly open, the lips soft and splayed, her clit exposed, and as her pussy pulsed, cum mixed with her juices flowed out. The guy on top stood up, and Dahyunâs legs fell limply to her sides. Before she could catch her breath, a short-haired muscular guy climbed onto her, lifting her legs and shoving his thick cock into her cum-dripping pussy, fucking her rapidly.
âAhhhâŠâ Dahyunâs moans resumed. Her breasts, like small melons coated in sticky fluids, stood firm, large yet proportionate to her body, exuding a seductive allure. Lying on her back, her large breasts obscured her face, with only her long, dark hair spilling messily around her shoulders. âDahyun, come lick oppaâs cock clean,â said the guy who had just cum in her pussy.
Though she had been fucked by seven muscular guys all evening, Dahyunâs pink pussy still dripped with juices. âAhh⊠mm⊠mmâŠâ Her mouth was stuffed with a cock, her moans turning into muffled âmm, mmâŠâ sounds in her throat. âHehe⊠Dahyun, youâve been playing all evening, you must be thirsty. Look at how your juices keep flowingâarenât you dehydrated? Come, oppa will give you some water, open your mouth wide,â said the guy kneeling beside her, who had just cum.
Soon, the sound of liquid pouring into a bottle could be heard, rising and falling, accompanied by gulping noises as if someone were swallowing heavily, until the stream finally dwindled and stopped. Dahyun drank the guyâs piss as if it were the sweetest nectar.
âHeheâŠâ
âHahaâŠâ During the piss-drinking, the guys laughed mockingly.
âLittle slut, do your fans know how slutty you are?â
âIf they knew how depraved she is, theyâd probably die of shock!â
âMaybe not, she might just be a natural-born slut, begging her fans to gangbang her.â
âHehe⊠her fans treat her like a goddess, probably thinking sheâs pure and innocent.â
âHaha⊠theyâd never imagine their precious Dahyun gets her pussy and asshole fucked and pissed on every day!â
The guys burst into laughter. âSlap, slap, slap, slapâŠâ âSquelch, squelchâŠâ Even as she was pissed on and mocked, Dahyunâs sticky, wet lower body was still being pounded by the two muscular guys. Piss, juices, cum, and sweat mingled at her holes, splattered by the thrusting cocks, her depraved lower body enough to make even the impotent hard.
The guy fucking her asshole couldnât hold back any longer, thrusting hard a few more times before shooting his load into her tight hole. âFuck, that felt so good, this slutâs asshole is so tight, even better than her pussy! Come on, next guy, Iâll rest and fuck her again later.â He pulled out his half-soft cock, cum dripping from her gaping asshole like a small black hole, trickling onto his tip and down his balls, thick like molten lava, hanging on the verge of breaking.
The guy fucking her pussy lifted her off the mat and walked toward a recliner, thrusting as he moved, the sticky cum from her asshole dripping onto the floor. He sat down on the recliner, lying back, his hands gripping Dahyunâs large breasts, teasing her nipples with his fingertips, while Dahyun moaned incessantly, âAhh⊠ahâŠâ
Now facing the door sideways, if anyone opened it, theyâd see her pale, fiery body riding a muscular guyâs cock, her dripping pussy sliding up and down on it. Her petite frame exuded a deadly allure, her pale skin glistening with sweat, beads rolling down her cheeks, a few drops of cum sliding from her lips and hair. Her face was half-hidden by her disheveled hair, wet strands sticking to her cheeks, her large breasts bouncing in the guyâs hands like water-filled balloons.
Her slender waist twisted like a snake, her plump ass and thick thighs moving up and down, perfectly showcasing her suitability for riding, making anyone fantasize about her riding them to climax. Dahyunâs fat ass moved like a motor, riding the thick cock, slamming down hard each time the tip nearly slipped out, swallowing the entire length. Her asshole, recently gaped into a black hole, had closed up, though a few drops of fluid still leaked out.
âSlap, slapâŠâ The sound of her pussy being fucked was continuous. âAhh⊠fuck Dahyun⊠fuck me to death⊠ahhâŠâ Dahyunâs wanton cries echoed through the room. Two guys nearby approached, their dripping cocks in hand, rubbing the tips on her face. Dahyun, as if seeing candy, grabbed a cock in each hand, stroking them, taking turns sucking and licking each one, not even sparing their balls.
Another guy joined, shoving his thick cock into her asshole, adjusting for a moment before grabbing her plump ass and fucking her hard, her flesh jiggling with each thrust, perfectly showing off her doggy-style allure. Every hole on Dahyunâs body was filled with cock, writhing and moaning like a depraved slut, reveling in the gangbang.
âSlap, slap, slapâŠâ The sound of her ass being pounded, âsquelch, squelchâŠâ of cocks thrusting, Dahyunâs excited moans, the guysâ mocking laughter, and the heavy panting of those fucking her hard all blended into a symphony of lust. The sweat-soaked guys kept fucking her, switching out twice, leaving her asshole and pussy gaping, unable to close.
Each thrust forced out more juices and cum, dripping down the cocks to the floor. After Dahyun was fucked to the point of screaming and pissing again, the floor was covered in a puddle of her musky fluids. âHehe, Dahyun, are you hungry?â asked a guy on the recliner, thrusting into her pussy with his glistening cock, grinning.
âAh⊠mm⊠mm, so hungry⊠fucked so hard by oppaâs big cocks⊠Iâm starving, ah⊠ahhh⊠I want⊠I want a cream hotdog, ah⊠ahh⊠oppa, be gentle, ahhâŠâ Dahyun was fucked to the point of exhaustion, lying limply on the guy, her large breasts squashed into flat pancakes, the flesh spilling out where her body met his chest, swaying with each thrust, her breasts circling in place like deflated tires supporting her pale body.
âHaha⊠this little slut wants a cream hotdog, then beg us for it,â the guy fucking her asshole sneered. âAhh⊠please⊠please, oppa, give this little slut⊠ah⊠something to eat⊠ah⊠a cream hotdog⊠ahh⊠this little slut is so hungry⊠ahhh⊠please⊠big cock oppa⊠ahâŠâ âSlapâŠâ The guy fucking her asshole smacked her fat ass hard, sending waves of flesh rippling.
âWhat a fucking slut, sheâs addicted to it. Guys, letâs call it a night after feeding this whore, haha, save some energy to fuck her again tomorrow.â âHahaâŠâ The guys laughed. The two guys thrust hard for a few more minutes, both shooting their loads into her body. When they pulled out, one guy grabbed two long slices of bread, pressing them against her pussy and asshole, rubbing them to coat the bread with the cum and juices flowing out.
Another guy took two thumb-thick sausages, shoving them into her pussy and asshole for a moment before pulling them out and sandwiching them between the bread slices. âHere, Dahyun, your hot cream hotdog is ready, come eat,â he said. âHeheâŠâ âHahaâŠâ The guys laughed derisively.
Dahyun sat up, her pale skin glistening with sweat, juices, piss, and cum, shining under the light, her hair sticking to her face in strands, her breasts trembling. She took the âcream hotdog,â biting off a large piece, chewing as if it were a delicacy, and finally licking the cum from her fingers and lips into her mouth.
The guys watched her finish, laughing. âIâm so thirsty⊠oppa⊠Dahyun is so thirsty,â she said, batting her eyes at them, acting coy. The guys knew she wanted to drink their piss, and three of them immediately brought their cocks to her mouth, spraying piss before she could say more.
Dahyun swallowed eagerly, but the volume was too much, and much of it spilled from her lips, dripping down her breasts and onto her dripping lower body, finally pooling into the puddle of fluids on the floor.
âHaha, slut⊠a whore fucked by thousands, ridden by millions, so shameless.â
âHehe⊠if she werenât this slutty, we wouldnât have anything to play with.â
âShe calls herself a member of TWICE, just a shameless nympho.â
âWorse than a prostitute, loves eating cum and drinking piss.â âExactly, even prostitutes wouldnât drink piss, but this slut begs for it, so shameless.â âLook at her, so cheap, we say this to her face, and sheâs dripping again.â âHahaâŠâ âLittle slut Dahyun, is your asshole itching again?â
âEven if it is, too bad. Weâre exhausted tonight, come back tomorrow, hehe⊠weâll rest up and fuck you again.â
âHaha⊠going back with a belly full of cum, itâd be a miracle if no one notices.â
âMeh, who cares, itâs not our problem. Even if sheâs stuffed with cum, her fans wonât know.â âHeheâŠâ
A/N: Thanks for waiting!~ (More A/N at the end of the smut)
âI...am⊠so... so... sorryâŠâ Dahyun enunciated. Making sure you heard every ounce of regret behind each word. The moment you entered the home you two built, she ran to you. Worriedly telling you about what happened earlier with John; the man who had his way with the woman of your dreams while you sat back, and stroked your cock in the tiny cube your company had the guts to call an office.
The windows were spotlights. Her spotlight. The afternoon's sun painting her golden like her confession was some best selling novel instead of betrayal.
She had on fresh clothes. The clothes that probably smelled like their shared scent were gone. She probably burned them. Ridding you the chance to know how she smelled like getting fucked by a real man. Good riddance.
"I- I promise it was a mistake" she said that like she were begging. Begging you to hear her out. Begging you to stay. Begging you to stop making that unreadable face.
Begging you to stop being so far away from her like she was strapped with a bomb. But there was no bomb. Just remorse, and truth.
Your silence makes her go for broke. Leaping at you to close the gap in your relationship, making you crash against the door, ringing steel and oak that cuts through the peace of the apartment complex.
Dahyun buries her face on your neck, wetting it with her sob. Unable to look you straight in the eye as she pleads with skin, with warmth, with her lithe figure that she knows you know fit perfectly in your frame like a puzzle piece.
She was practically molding her flesh with your work clothes. Her thighs on yours. Head on your neck. Arms on your chest. And crotch on...
"John was a mistake. A mistake that..." Her sin gets stuck in her throat.
"A mistake that wont ever---" She backs her midriff off your crotch
"Wont ever----" The sentence dies off.
Your lungs deflate like Exodus as she suddenly grabs your cock.
Your eyebrows furrow, and you were about to scold her for thinking that sexual favor would get her out of this.
But you didn't. For her eyes held curiosity laced with accusation. She finally looks up at you, showing you puffed eyes. Peering like she studied the windows to your soul.
Then she looked down to what her hand felt. Hardness.
Her eyes narrow as she feels the outline of your member. The cogs in her brain start to work, and so does her hand. Tentatively pumping you in shallow closed-fist strokes.
"John... he- he used me."
Pulse
"Took advantage of me"
Pulse
"Baby... he made me cum..."
That was your limit, and your zipper knew it too, clinking. Faint. Struggling to contain what new length you've reached.
The remorse starts leaving her face. Replaced with shock. Each pulse, each truth your body revealed dropped her jaw lower. Discovering what pleasure you found from her sin.
You had nothing. Absolutely nothing. For you knew that your body spoke louder than whatever words you could put together.
Dahyun closes the gape in her mouth. And with calculated movement, she brings your hand to her face. Slowly. Akin to testing waters. Cupping it with closed eyes. Cupping it so dearly you'd think you were holy. She smells your knuckles. Her forehead wrinkles at the smell of fax machine ink and an honest day's work. Seconds entailed. Ones that she stretched. Pausing time so she could hear what truth pulses on your wrist.
The agony in her face had long since past, replaced with duty, and a determination you've only seen backstage when TWICE was still active.
Dahyun guides you to the bedroom. Getting on her knees to trek the duvet as she pulls you to lay.
No more words. No more tears. Just duty.
You've never seen your sweet little tofu like this before. The girl who giggled everytime you kissed her. Your pillow princess that always felt the need to ask permission to be the little spoon.
No.
This was a different girl.
Confident.
Evident by her spreading your legs so she could use your thigh as her seat.
She undoes your zipper. Taking her time with each tooth. Click, click, click.
With her off hand, she grabs your chin. Demanding your gaze as she fishes for your cock.
"Tell me how you feel... about your woman being taken"
You look away. Clinging to what pride you had left, until she uses her thumb to trace your crown. Practically purple. Longing for her touch ever since this afternoon.
Your face contorts to the friction of soft thumb on rigid flesh.
Yet. Still no reply on your end.
"Baby" she drags her manicure on your tender cock to get your attention. Making you hiss, and return her gaze, witnessing her knowing smirk.
"I promise never to do something like that ever again..." Dahyun said that like she didn't regret it, all the while taking her time to drag the soft of her hand across your length. From the very tip of your engorged head, to the deepest depth that the fat of your base allowed her to push down on. "but something tells me you don't want that..."
"That you don't want me to be your pure Tofu" stroke
"monogamous..." stroke
"only yours..." stroke
"You want to share me, dont you?"
You've been made. You cuck.
She revealed more of the afternoon to you in excruciating detail while jerking you off. As hot as it was, you can't help but shift expressions. From frustration of her soft handjob, to a face that's starting to realize that she didn't know about your front row seat via the doggy cam.
She picks up on that. You see it in her face. Doubt mixing with the fear of losing someone she loved... The same face she had finding out some members were leaving JYPE way back when.
So she doubles down. Stroking you with a close grip. Harder. Almost desperate. While the other hand kneads your balls.
âThis is still my favorite cock, Y/N oppa... Not John's who made me cum" your heart skips a beat
"Nor the landlord who lowers our rent... nor the janitors' who turn a blind eye for association dues..." full pause went your pulse.
This woman... not only did she admit further promiscuity, but she broke your word as a manâeffectively nulling your promise to pay for every single cent of this place.
Never in your wildest dreams nightmares did you think that your wallet would ever work together with your girlfriend's holes to pay for this place. The broken promise. The treachery.
Your guts tighten, tugging your dick to stand acute. Almost flat on your belly. To which her hand never disconnects from your cock.
She spent hours jerking you off as she spat molten words of treachery that should've pushed you out the door. Not cum like a fucking fire hose.
-----
Under the refuge of the night. You lay in bed. Still.
Sifting through her hair like it untangled your feelings. Your heartstrings play dissonant chords while you allow even the moon to touch your lady laying on top of you, painting silver trimmings on her body.
"Dahyun... I'm so lost..." you told the lady laying atop you. She finished drawing nothing on your chest by sealing it with a kiss. Dahyun looks up to meet your eyes. And finds your hand without even a glance. Cupping it. Locking it. Like a promise.
She waited. Savoring the seconds it took for your heart to settle.
"I'll guide you through this" she simply said.
You chose to believe her. As she had nothing but adoration behind those tight peepers of hers.
"Did... did you... really fuck the Janitors?... And the Landlord?..." you looked away. This was all too new for you after all. "Is that why they keep staring at your ass when you're not looking?"
She didn't answer that. Making you drop your gaze and see her blushing. Hiding behind balled fist.
"N-no... DO THEY REALLY CHECK ME OUT? I ONLY SAID THAT TO GET YOU TO CUM." she was nervously giggling.
"How did you even kn--"
She traps your query with a kiss.
"Because your heart spoke to me" and there she goes again replacing the sun with that smile. That wide one that makes her look like a bean.
She hits your chest "Yah. I am not a bean" Dahyun stays her hand. Feeling the thump of your heart.
She then lay the side of her head on your chest like every thump of it was a language only she could decipher...
"Baby?... I don't want YOU to pay for everything around here." she gets up on her elbows "I want US to pay for everything. Together."
You were about to go on another one of your spiels. 'I want to treat you like royalty' 'I want to keep my promise' this that and the other thing, to which she seals your rant with a finger on your lips. Stopping you before you could start.
She lifts her eyebrows. Hinting at the possibilities. You start putting two in two together.
"What were you thinking?" you asked. Your new-found fetish beating out your principles as a man.
"Well? Remember that promotion they didn't give you last week?" she shows that idol smirkâthe one you thought was reserved for freakishly spotting cameras, shining like it'll spot yet another. Soon. Very soon.
"You willing to bet your boss is a ONCE?"
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The next morning was like any other. Teeth brushed. Body bathed. Clothes picked out. But this time around? You were the one staying home, and she was the one going to the office.
"Okay baby, let's go through the plan one last time." you said as you helped her dry her hair.
She clears her throat. "My man" God, that phrase made your shoulders feel weightless. She smiled at that; you being all too easy to read.
"My man... THAT I LOVE... has been passed over for a promotion time and time again. And just last week, the position he's yearned for was filled by some outside hireâwho knows nothing about the company despite being an up and coming prodigy scouted by all the headhunters in Seoul---" you cut her off.
"Yeah, maybe don't remind my boss about the credentials I'm up agaisnt."
"Babe, do you really think your boss will notice a word when I'm wearing THIS?" she gets up and turns, letting her free-flowing skirt give you a flash of her white panties. Easily. It was practically a belt. It wasn't clothing, it was sexual harassment waiting to happen. And the idea of it stirs your loins.
"Can't forget about this, right babe?" she said, wearing glasses that reads RayBan at the side of the frame.
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You counted the minutes before she got back. She was late. And every second made you think of all the possible reasons as to why. An hour, maybe two, passed before she finally got home.
"MISSION COMPLETE, BABY" Dahyun ran to you in a hug, letting you smell her after-sweat mixing with someone else's perfume. Before you could let a word out, she leads you to the bedroom with tons of kisses on your face. She pushes you to sit on the bed while she navigates her phone to open up the Meta Glasses app. She hands you her phone and sits beside you so you could watch together.
"He was so easy to get hard. So so easy. So so fastâŠ" Your boss's age comes to mind. And her words nibble at the feet of a brewing fear..
"He was so excited. So raw. With a cock barely bigger than my hands" her gentle words tie around your neck like a noose. Dahyun kept gnawing at your ear while her hands fiddle to press play.
Her heels click and clack the floors you've trudged through a million times already. The stains, the cracks, the dirt trapped between the lines that separates the tiles. Never did you think you'd view them through her eyes. Walking toward the goal of fucking another man to get you the promotion you claim you deserve.
It wasn't hard to distinguish where your boss's office was. Only a select few was valued in your company. And management made sure the difference between the likes of you and the likes of them were distinct. The upper management's offices all look the same. Heck, even the door. Everything seemed normal at this point.
Dahyun lets herself in to get a scope of the landscape. And you peer at the familiar room layout. Wide area, grand windows, carpeted floors, and a cherry wood table at the center of it all. Fat and scotch brown, adorning curves that didn't need to prove itself as fine craftsmanship.
'Wait a minute...' you thought.
Dahyun explores with slow curiosity. The camera panning with every turn of her head. This is truly the office layout of your dreams... too much like it, in fact....
The voice in your head gets interrupted by her shaky camera work
Dahyun gets on her tippy toes to sit atop the cherry wood table. She grabs the glasses and lets you see what your boss will see once he enters. All of her. Soft cotton long sleeves up top. And below? Practically nothing. Panties barely covered by her flowy skirt. Nothing else. Not even shame. "Let's hope he's a ONCE, baby"
Click went the door. Sounding like the pin of a grenade.
"Fuck." your boss said, followed by heels of shoes sounding faster and stronger and closer to your girl.
She bites her lips at the sight of him, while the glasses were still angled for you to see her instead of your boss.
A clearer background shows. And you notice the bookshelves, hollow. The walls, clearly repainted. The floors, all too clean for your boss's nervous pacings.
Your gut tells you something was wrong, but your cock blocks it out. Add Dahyun's hand tracing the pipe-shaped hardness behind your house shorts.
"I'm happy that that's your reac--mHPPh" he lunges, causing her to drops the glasses on the table, not letting you see anything past her hips up. Hips and thighs that your boss was already busy kneading. Mandhandling.
You didn't didn't need visuals to know that your boss was devouring your woman like he was trying to suck out her soul.
His lust was immediate, you could tell from the audio alone. You didnt need to see it. But God did you want to.
Dahyun kissed your cheek with equal frenzy as you tune into the video on her phone. "By the way? Your boss was ONCE." She smiled agaisnt your skin.
"What the hell is a ONCE." he said in a hurry. Then unbuckled his pants in a hurry. Spread your girlfriend's legs. In. A. Hurry. As he works his pants off, he crouches, finally revealing his face. Smug. Young. Definitely not your boss's. Your thumb presses pause so hard and so fast that you almost cracked the screen.
"BABY..." Your world flips. This wasn't your boss.
"bABY!... YOU FUCKED THE WRONG GUY... I TOLD YOU WHICH OFFICE RIGHT?!" you raised your voice in panic. You weren't mad. Maybe your cock was, sure, but you more so concerned. All her efforts poured down the drain.
"Yes you did... but your boss said that firing this clown would cost your company an arm. And promoting you would cost a leg. Baby I threw everything at your boss, but he said if he agreed to our terms, there would be no more company for you to supervise... so..."
"You made Keith quit"
She bites your earlobe softly. And she slowly drags her teeth away from it. "Exactly."
It made sense.
But sound logic didn't make you the stop feeling like shit.
Because first he took your promotion. And now, your girl.
Dahyun's smile twitched like she was fighting for it to not crook. Like she knew this twist would make this sweet all the more bitter. More interesting.
With deft hands, she resumes the video and takes off your shorts and boxers. Fast. Scrunching, and scratching courtesy of her manicure. The one she told you she had gotten done so she looks prettier for your boss. A treat reaped by the man you hate the most in the office.
"Ooh myyy, babyyy" she purred. Seeing your cock. So wet and fat and constantly streaming precum. Begging for attention. She moaned with every bead of arousal you leaked. "Ooohhh my my my~"
You were about to whine with how she merely stared at your erect cock, until she looks back at the video.
Dahyun strokes Keith's cock. Harder and harder she went. Not because he was hotâhe was. This wunderkind doesn't shut up about his gym sessionsâbut because he was... not gifted... Her strokes were not ones to please a lover. No. It goading. And expectant. Like she was demanding more, but was far too polite to ask 'this was it?' outright.
Like on queue, she palms your heated balls with her frigid hands. Dragging up and down on sync with the way she gave Keith a handjob. She palmed you so hard that your cock stuck to your belly. So hard that your pubes tugged and hitched and "Fuckkk"
She treated your words like the gun that starts a race. Making a fucking mess on your cock. Her fist closed around your tip and recklessly spread friction and precum all across your shaft. Up and down. She abandons video Dahyun's pace. Her handjob rung squelch noises across the room. Each stroke more uncaring of the filth she's making than the last.
You notice her eyes peeking sideways, checking the video yet again.
"Mmmhh now the nipples, slut"
Your blood burns at his derogation, but it reaches boiling point once she follows his instruction.
Both in the video. And onto you.
Keith was tall. Taller than you. So Dahyun didn't need to hunch so awkwardly to have her tongue play with his hairy nipples, all the while the love of your life never forgot to keep jerking this jerk's cock.
Actions she bring to life by making you experience it first hand.
"NnGHHHH" came your whining, as this was your first time with this sensation. You felt so sensitive. Your flesh crawls into goosebumps. Your short hairs stand as your Dubu introduces you to a new realm of pleasure thanks to your rival Keith.
Keith... Your mind was blendered at this point. Brain stem tugged at every which way. Not knowing if you should thank the rat bastard or shove his ass to the ground. Your eyes cross. But here goes the video again pulling you back to Earth.
Slap slap slap slap slap went his cock on her entrance. Giving you a hint of how wet the both of them were. Your girl, and your rival.
She gets on top of you like a good cowgirl. Slowly descending. Your wetness mixing with hers as you part her innie pussy. She moans. And your lungs rattle anger. For right now, she sounded exactly like she did in the video. Hinting that her satisfaction with you only equaled her satisfaction with Keith.
"Can you feel it?" once fully bottomed out, she rocks her hips in small circles. "Can you feel the indentation his cock left inside me?"
"Feel it baby, feel how much deeper you can reach compared to his crooked cock" she fucking worshipped your length, but the face she made said otherwise. Her legs quiver with hardship as she ascends.
"Feel the details of his cock etched into me... Feel how... You're bigger. And yet he STILL got to fuck me." she slammed herself down. Your balls hitting her thick tofu thighs.
Keith had the upper hand, for in the video, your girl was letting him rut and rut and rut like a fucking dog burying a bone.
She ascends yet again.
"Totally not embarrassing, right?" slam, then up again
"That someone so inferior is treating me like you would" slam.
"Or maybe, like John would" that was the last straw. Before the former TWICE member could slam back down, you hold the swell of her hip to stop her. And you fucking impale your cock inside her.
She moaned.
Or at least she tried.
For all she could procure was a soundless scream as you claim her.
"Like I would" you reaffirm. Accepting that John absolutely wrecked your girl yesteday. It lit a fire inside you. A fire that aims to to cauterize John's indelible name off her mouth.
You angle, making sure that you pierce that 'indent' that she claims Keith left. "Keep those legs steady baby" you said through grit teeth, as you rub and rub and rub Keith's claim in her insides.
Her cries of pleasure bounce off the walls of your room, drowning out the sounds of Keith railing your beloved.
"MY LEGS ARE ON FIRE" she screamed. And she was right. You see her legs spasming as they were hooked on Keith's elbow and shoulder.
"THEY WERE. THEY REALLY WERE, BABY, I'M SO SORR--" her legs give out, the sear of lactic acid on her thighs and quads were all too much, causing her to spear herself on your cock. The unguided descent made her spine quake like it threatened to crumble, as your cock threatened to pierce her cervix right through.
While you? Your heart tinged. For her legs had strength for Keith, but only enough for Keith. Like he had drained her strength and left you with nothing.
That didn't sit right with you, so without undoing your connection, you flip her. Missionary, like in the video. Two can play this game. You place the phone next to her head and you roll your hips like you've never before. Exploring her sex like you've never before. Making her pleasure your mission like you've never before.
Your ass cheeks tighten with the way you hoist every enter. Digging through her floor and ending it with a cock flat on her cervix. "nnGHH, NNGHHH"
Your exits weren't reprieve, they were extensions of your intention. To pleasure. To love. To mark every inch of her sex like you were branding her. Rather than pulling back, you were widening your legs. Squishing her perineum using your base. Physics did the work, as the cramped hole caused your cock to scrape her roof. "FUCKK"
Dahyun cussed with your every repeating motion. "FUCK. FUCK. FUCK."
"I'M YOUR MAN, KIM DAHYUN" you said that like she didn't know. Like you didn't say it every time you bed her. You were right to do so though, as this pottymouth wasn't the same Catholic woman you fell for. And you made sure to introduce your new self to her new self.
"fUCK... FUCK FUCK FUUh----" her insides shut around you so tight that it felt like she's squeezing you out. Making you pump all that much harder. The noises she made weren't hers anymore. It was satisfying violence. Like glass shattering. Similar to the image you thought you've accurately painted of her.
She gripped the sheets at first, then the pillows, then the headboard. Anything to root her onto reality. Her hands looked like they were swatting the air violently, unknowing what to use as an anchorâfor each of your hurried thrusts caused beautiful ripples onto her pudgy white thighs. Heavenly turbulent.
"H- H- H- " she had nothing left but tentative huffs of air rid of profanities, saving her breath to stay conscious. "Where, baby?
"Where can I cum?"
"Where can I cum?"
You ask the same question as the phone. Making you finally look up at it again after what felt like hours of rutting your girl.
Dahyun puts a hand on Keith's defined abs to stop his pumpings.
An action she mimics on your less-chiseled tummy. The only difference was her face... or rather... mask...
In the video, she had on the same mask she wore yesterday. You remember, right? The mask she wore as John turned her into his toy. One of concern, but with eyes so epicly dilated that its curving into hearts.
But you weren't Keith. So you hold her down. And ;ock her hips around your waist, so you can freely piston her to chase your ending. Your panting mixed with laughter cause you are a petty petty man. You wanted to experience something Keith never will.
You were almost there "I'm gONNA fUCKING PAINT YOUR INSIDES KIM DAHY--"
"w-WAIT!" you heard her video self protest, to which Keith replies by swatting your girlfriend's hand away and grab her hips. Same as you were doing right now, but without warning. Without the need to verbalize your claim on her body. There was no pettiness. He just took what he wanted the same way he did your job. Rocking his hips as he deposits his seed deep inside your Kim Dahyun.
His conservative length led to his cum leaking out so easily. So fast. You mightve wanted to paint her insides, but Keith? Keith painted her thighs with the way his spunk dripped down on them. Like some sick perk of having a small cock.
That visual didn't push you off the edge, it SHOVED you to oblivion. Straining your balls so hard that the line between pain and pleasure began to fade, and you cum ropes, strings, and fireworks inside your girlfriend. Cock pressing hard to push inside her limit. Until her insides tell you that this was as deep as her biology went. Cock pressing like you're coping that 'at least Keith's small cock never got to taste her womb.'
But you knew.
You knew that you'll have to 'experience something Keith never will' another day. Cause tonight, you are on equal footing with himâcreampie-ing the love of your life. Despite how much longer your cock was.
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The video ends. Frozen at the last frame.
The room only sounds chased breaths.
You still had your softening cock deep inside her. Locking your offsprings in this former idol.
Dahyun had on the most whimsical face. Proud. And satisfied. Like she asked for everything and got everything.
None of the footages ever showed this. All of her snow white self in the most wrecked of ways. Hands up. Sweat shining sheens on her pits and tits and tummy and oh God you've never seen her look so willingly vulnerable. Unguarded, by choice. To you. And only you.
You feel butterflies mob your stomach. Like this was the first time you've seen Kim Dahyun. The real Kim Dahyun.
With locked hips, you bend down. Gently. Shy. Like this was the first time you two ever had sex. First time to have her face to face. Your lips travel around. Chin, cheek, temple, forehead.
She giggles at the suddenly shy stance that her stud took tonight. So she takes initiative. Grabbing you by the shoulders and kissing you to seal the night.
Your slumber had tough competition tonight.
For this Dahyun was surreal reality. One that you never knew you dreamed of.
I wrote this a lot longer than my past smuts since I feel like I owe that to all the people whoâafter all this timeâare STILL waiting for part 2đ€Ł
TMI: I was actually on the heels of doing something so irritatingly convoluted and complex until I realized that I should erase everything and write something that would satisfy me, not scrutiny.
I hope this was worth the 2 years, 10 weeks, and 2 days wait!
P.S. Thank you for all the words and all the "definitely not cucks" in my inbox. The words you left thereâalthough never replied toâtruly did make a difference upon writing this piece.
A/N: Thanks for waiting!~ (More A/N at the end of the smut)
âI...am⊠so... so... sorryâŠâ Dahyun enunciated. Making sure you heard every ounce of regret behind each word. The moment you entered the home you two built, she ran to you. Worriedly telling you about what happened earlier with John; the man who had his way with the woman of your dreams while you sat back, and stroked your cock in the tiny cube your company had the guts to call an office.
The windows were spotlights. Her spotlight. The afternoon's sun painting her golden like her confession was some best selling novel instead of betrayal.
She had on fresh clothes. The clothes that probably smelled like their shared scent were gone. She probably burned them. Ridding you the chance to know how she smelled like getting fucked by a real man. Good riddance.
"I- I promise it was a mistake" she said that like she were begging. Begging you to hear her out. Begging you to stay. Begging you to stop making that unreadable face.
Begging you to stop being so far away from her like she was strapped with a bomb. But there was no bomb. Just remorse, and truth.
Your silence makes her go for broke. Leaping at you to close the gap in your relationship, making you crash against the door, ringing steel and oak that cuts through the peace of the apartment complex.
Dahyun buries her face on your neck, wetting it with her sob. Unable to look you straight in the eye as she pleads with skin, with warmth, with her lithe figure that she knows you know fit perfectly in your frame like a puzzle piece.
She was practically molding her flesh with your work clothes. Her thighs on yours. Head on your neck. Arms on your chest. And crotch on...
"John was a mistake. A mistake that..." Her sin gets stuck in her throat.
"A mistake that wont ever---" She backs her midriff off your crotch
"Wont ever----" The sentence dies off.
Your lungs deflate like Exodus as she suddenly grabs your cock.
Your eyebrows furrow, and you were about to scold her for thinking that sexual favor would get her out of this.
But you didn't. For her eyes held curiosity laced with accusation. She finally looks up at you, showing you puffed eyes. Peering like she studied the windows to your soul.
Then she looked down to what her hand felt. Hardness.
Her eyes narrow as she feels the outline of your member. The cogs in her brain start to work, and so does her hand. Tentatively pumping you in shallow closed-fist strokes.
"John... he- he used me."
Pulse
"Took advantage of me"
Pulse
"Baby... he made me cum..."
That was your limit, and your zipper knew it too, clinking. Faint. Struggling to contain what new length you've reached.
The remorse starts leaving her face. Replaced with shock. Each pulse, each truth your body revealed dropped her jaw lower. Discovering what pleasure you found from her sin.
You had nothing. Absolutely nothing. For you knew that your body spoke louder than whatever words you could put together.
Dahyun closes the gape in her mouth. And with calculated movement, she brings your hand to her face. Slowly. Akin to testing waters. Cupping it with closed eyes. Cupping it so dearly you'd think you were holy. She smells your knuckles. Her forehead wrinkles at the smell of fax machine ink and an honest day's work. Seconds entailed. Ones that she stretched. Pausing time so she could hear what truth pulses on your wrist.
The agony in her face had long since past, replaced with duty, and a determination you've only seen backstage when TWICE was still active.
Dahyun guides you to the bedroom. Getting on her knees to trek the duvet as she pulls you to lay.
No more words. No more tears. Just duty.
You've never seen your sweet little tofu like this before. The girl who giggled everytime you kissed her. Your pillow princess that always felt the need to ask permission to be the little spoon.
No.
This was a different girl.
Confident.
Evident by her spreading your legs so she could use your thigh as her seat.
She undoes your zipper. Taking her time with each tooth. Click, click, click.
With her off hand, she grabs your chin. Demanding your gaze as she fishes for your cock.
"Tell me how you feel... about your woman being taken"
You look away. Clinging to what pride you had left, until she uses her thumb to trace your crown. Practically purple. Longing for her touch ever since this afternoon.
Your face contorts to the friction of soft thumb on rigid flesh.
Yet. Still no reply on your end.
"Baby" she drags her manicure on your tender cock to get your attention. Making you hiss, and return her gaze, witnessing her knowing smirk.
"I promise never to do something like that ever again..." Dahyun said that like she didn't regret it, all the while taking her time to drag the soft of her hand across your length. From the very tip of your engorged head, to the deepest depth that the fat of your base allowed her to push down on. "but something tells me you don't want that..."
"That you don't want me to be your pure Tofu" stroke
"monogamous..." stroke
"only yours..." stroke
"You want to share me, dont you?"
You've been made. You cuck.
She revealed more of the afternoon to you in excruciating detail while jerking you off. As hot as it was, you can't help but shift expressions. From frustration of her soft handjob, to a face that's starting to realize that she didn't know about your front row seat via the doggy cam.
She picks up on that. You see it in her face. Doubt mixing with the fear of losing someone she loved... The same face she had finding out some members were leaving JYPE way back when.
So she doubles down. Stroking you with a close grip. Harder. Almost desperate. While the other hand kneads your balls.
âThis is still my favorite cock, Y/N oppa... Not John's who made me cum" your heart skips a beat
"Nor the landlord who lowers our rent... nor the janitors' who turn a blind eye for association dues..." full pause went your pulse.
This woman... not only did she admit further promiscuity, but she broke your word as a manâeffectively nulling your promise to pay for every single cent of this place.
Never in your wildest dreams nightmares did you think that your wallet would ever work together with your girlfriend's holes to pay for this place. The broken promise. The treachery.
Your guts tighten, tugging your dick to stand acute. Almost flat on your belly. To which her hand never disconnects from your cock.
She spent hours jerking you off as she spat molten words of treachery that should've pushed you out the door. Not cum like a fucking fire hose.
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Under the refuge of the night. You lay in bed. Still.
Sifting through her hair like it untangled your feelings. Your heartstrings play dissonant chords while you allow even the moon to touch your lady laying on top of you, painting silver trimmings on her body.
"Dahyun... I'm so lost..." you told the lady laying atop you. She finished drawing nothing on your chest by sealing it with a kiss. Dahyun looks up to meet your eyes. And finds your hand without even a glance. Cupping it. Locking it. Like a promise.
She waited. Savoring the seconds it took for your heart to settle.
"I'll guide you through this" she simply said.
You chose to believe her. As she had nothing but adoration behind those tight peepers of hers.
"Did... did you... really fuck the Janitors?... And the Landlord?..." you looked away. This was all too new for you after all. "Is that why they keep staring at your ass when you're not looking?"
She didn't answer that. Making you drop your gaze and see her blushing. Hiding behind balled fist.
"N-no... DO THEY REALLY CHECK ME OUT? I ONLY SAID THAT TO GET YOU TO CUM." she was nervously giggling.
"How did you even kn--"
She traps your query with a kiss.
"Because your heart spoke to me" and there she goes again replacing the sun with that smile. That wide one that makes her look like a bean.
She hits your chest "Yah. I am not a bean" Dahyun stays her hand. Feeling the thump of your heart.
She then lay the side of her head on your chest like every thump of it was a language only she could decipher...
"Baby?... I don't want YOU to pay for everything around here." she gets up on her elbows "I want US to pay for everything. Together."
You were about to go on another one of your spiels. 'I want to treat you like royalty' 'I want to keep my promise' this that and the other thing, to which she seals your rant with a finger on your lips. Stopping you before you could start.
She lifts her eyebrows. Hinting at the possibilities. You start putting two in two together.
"What were you thinking?" you asked. Your new-found fetish beating out your principles as a man.
"Well? Remember that promotion they didn't give you last week?" she shows that idol smirkâthe one you thought was reserved for freakishly spotting cameras, shining like it'll spot yet another. Soon. Very soon.
"You willing to bet your boss is a ONCE?"
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The next morning was like any other. Teeth brushed. Body bathed. Clothes picked out. But this time around? You were the one staying home, and she was the one going to the office.
"Okay baby, let's go through the plan one last time." you said as you helped her dry her hair.
She clears her throat. "My man" God, that phrase made your shoulders feel weightless. She smiled at that; you being all too easy to read.
"My man... THAT I LOVE... has been passed over for a promotion time and time again. And just last week, the position he's yearned for was filled by some outside hireâwho knows nothing about the company despite being an up and coming prodigy scouted by all the headhunters in Seoul---" you cut her off.
"Yeah, maybe don't remind my boss about the credentials I'm up agaisnt."
"Babe, do you really think your boss will notice a word when I'm wearing THIS?" she gets up and turns, letting her free-flowing skirt give you a flash of her white panties. Easily. It was practically a belt. It wasn't clothing, it was sexual harassment waiting to happen. And the idea of it stirs your loins.
"Can't forget about this, right babe?" she said, wearing glasses that reads RayBan at the side of the frame.
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You counted the minutes before she got back. She was late. And every second made you think of all the possible reasons as to why. An hour, maybe two, passed before she finally got home.
"MISSION COMPLETE, BABY" Dahyun ran to you in a hug, letting you smell her after-sweat mixing with someone else's perfume. Before you could let a word out, she leads you to the bedroom with tons of kisses on your face. She pushes you to sit on the bed while she navigates her phone to open up the Meta Glasses app. She hands you her phone and sits beside you so you could watch together.
"He was so easy to get hard. So so easy. So so fastâŠ" Your boss's age comes to mind. And her words nibble at the feet of a brewing fear..
"He was so excited. So raw. With a cock barely bigger than my hands" her gentle words tie around your neck like a noose. Dahyun kept gnawing at your ear while her hands fiddle to press play.
Her heels click and clack the floors you've trudged through a million times already. The stains, the cracks, the dirt trapped between the lines that separates the tiles. Never did you think you'd view them through her eyes. Walking toward the goal of fucking another man to get you the promotion you claim you deserve.
It wasn't hard to distinguish where your boss's office was. Only a select few was valued in your company. And management made sure the difference between the likes of you and the likes of them were distinct. The upper management's offices all look the same. Heck, even the door. Everything seemed normal at this point.
Dahyun lets herself in to get a scope of the landscape. And you peer at the familiar room layout. Wide area, grand windows, carpeted floors, and a cherry wood table at the center of it all. Fat and scotch brown, adorning curves that didn't need to prove itself as fine craftsmanship.
'Wait a minute...' you thought.
Dahyun explores with slow curiosity. The camera panning with every turn of her head. This is truly the office layout of your dreams... too much like it, in fact....
The voice in your head gets interrupted by her shaky camera work
Dahyun gets on her tippy toes to sit atop the cherry wood table. She grabs the glasses and lets you see what your boss will see once he enters. All of her. Soft cotton long sleeves up top. And below? Practically nothing. Panties barely covered by her flowy skirt. Nothing else. Not even shame. "Let's hope he's a ONCE, baby"
Click went the door. Sounding like the pin of a grenade.
"Fuck." your boss said, followed by heels of shoes sounding faster and stronger and closer to your girl.
She bites her lips at the sight of him, while the glasses were still angled for you to see her instead of your boss.
A clearer background shows. And you notice the bookshelves, hollow. The walls, clearly repainted. The floors, all too clean for your boss's nervous pacings.
Your gut tells you something was wrong, but your cock blocks it out. Add Dahyun's hand tracing the pipe-shaped hardness behind your house shorts.
"I'm happy that that's your reac--mHPPh" he lunges, causing her to drops the glasses on the table, not letting you see anything past her hips up. Hips and thighs that your boss was already busy kneading. Mandhandling.
You didn't didn't need visuals to know that your boss was devouring your woman like he was trying to suck out her soul.
His lust was immediate, you could tell from the audio alone. You didnt need to see it. But God did you want to.
Dahyun kissed your cheek with equal frenzy as you tune into the video on her phone. "By the way? Your boss was ONCE." She smiled agaisnt your skin.
"What the hell is a ONCE." he said in a hurry. Then unbuckled his pants in a hurry. Spread your girlfriend's legs. In. A. Hurry. As he works his pants off, he crouches, finally revealing his face. Smug. Young. Definitely not your boss's. Your thumb presses pause so hard and so fast that you almost cracked the screen.
"BABY..." Your world flips. This wasn't your boss.
"bABY!... YOU FUCKED THE WRONG GUY... I TOLD YOU WHICH OFFICE RIGHT?!" you raised your voice in panic. You weren't mad. Maybe your cock was, sure, but you more so concerned. All her efforts poured down the drain.
"Yes you did... but your boss said that firing this clown would cost your company an arm. And promoting you would cost a leg. Baby I threw everything at your boss, but he said if he agreed to our terms, there would be no more company for you to supervise... so..."
"You made Keith quit"
She bites your earlobe softly. And she slowly drags her teeth away from it. "Exactly."
It made sense.
But sound logic didn't make you the stop feeling like shit.
Because first he took your promotion. And now, your girl.
Dahyun's smile twitched like she was fighting for it to not crook. Like she knew this twist would make this sweet all the more bitter. More interesting.
With deft hands, she resumes the video and takes off your shorts and boxers. Fast. Scrunching, and scratching courtesy of her manicure. The one she told you she had gotten done so she looks prettier for your boss. A treat reaped by the man you hate the most in the office.
"Ooh myyy, babyyy" she purred. Seeing your cock. So wet and fat and constantly streaming precum. Begging for attention. She moaned with every bead of arousal you leaked. "Ooohhh my my my~"
You were about to whine with how she merely stared at your erect cock, until she looks back at the video.
Dahyun strokes Keith's cock. Harder and harder she went. Not because he was hotâhe was. This wunderkind doesn't shut up about his gym sessionsâbut because he was... not gifted... Her strokes were not ones to please a lover. No. It goading. And expectant. Like she was demanding more, but was far too polite to ask 'this was it?' outright.
Like on queue, she palms your heated balls with her frigid hands. Dragging up and down on sync with the way she gave Keith a handjob. She palmed you so hard that your cock stuck to your belly. So hard that your pubes tugged and hitched and "Fuckkk"
She treated your words like the gun that starts a race. Making a fucking mess on your cock. Her fist closed around your tip and recklessly spread friction and precum all across your shaft. Up and down. She abandons video Dahyun's pace. Her handjob rung squelch noises across the room. Each stroke more uncaring of the filth she's making than the last.
You notice her eyes peeking sideways, checking the video yet again.
"Mmmhh now the nipples, slut"
Your blood burns at his derogation, but it reaches boiling point once she follows his instruction.
Both in the video. And onto you.
Keith was tall. Taller than you. So Dahyun didn't need to hunch so awkwardly to have her tongue play with his hairy nipples, all the while the love of your life never forgot to keep jerking this jerk's cock.
Actions she bring to life by making you experience it first hand.
"NnGHHHH" came your whining, as this was your first time with this sensation. You felt so sensitive. Your flesh crawls into goosebumps. Your short hairs stand as your Dubu introduces you to a new realm of pleasure thanks to your rival Keith.
Keith... Your mind was blendered at this point. Brain stem tugged at every which way. Not knowing if you should thank the rat bastard or shove his ass to the ground. Your eyes cross. But here goes the video again pulling you back to Earth.
Slap slap slap slap slap went his cock on her entrance. Giving you a hint of how wet the both of them were. Your girl, and your rival.
She gets on top of you like a good cowgirl. Slowly descending. Your wetness mixing with hers as you part her innie pussy. She moans. And your lungs rattle anger. For right now, she sounded exactly like she did in the video. Hinting that her satisfaction with you only equaled her satisfaction with Keith.
"Can you feel it?" once fully bottomed out, she rocks her hips in small circles. "Can you feel the indentation his cock left inside me?"
"Feel it baby, feel how much deeper you can reach compared to his crooked cock" she fucking worshipped your length, but the face she made said otherwise. Her legs quiver with hardship as she ascends.
"Feel the details of his cock etched into me... Feel how... You're bigger. And yet he STILL got to fuck me." she slammed herself down. Your balls hitting her thick tofu thighs.
Keith had the upper hand, for in the video, your girl was letting him rut and rut and rut like a fucking dog burying a bone.
She ascends yet again.
"Totally not embarrassing, right?" slam, then up again
"That someone so inferior is treating me like you would" slam.
"Or maybe, like John would" that was the last straw. Before the former TWICE member could slam back down, you hold the swell of her hip to stop her. And you fucking impale your cock inside her.
She moaned.
Or at least she tried.
For all she could procure was a soundless scream as you claim her.
"Like I would" you reaffirm. Accepting that John absolutely wrecked your girl yesteday. It lit a fire inside you. A fire that aims to to cauterize John's indelible name off her mouth.
You angle, making sure that you pierce that 'indent' that she claims Keith left. "Keep those legs steady baby" you said through grit teeth, as you rub and rub and rub Keith's claim in her insides.
Her cries of pleasure bounce off the walls of your room, drowning out the sounds of Keith railing your beloved.
"MY LEGS ARE ON FIRE" she screamed. And she was right. You see her legs spasming as they were hooked on Keith's elbow and shoulder.
"THEY WERE. THEY REALLY WERE, BABY, I'M SO SORR--" her legs give out, the sear of lactic acid on her thighs and quads were all too much, causing her to spear herself on your cock. The unguided descent made her spine quake like it threatened to crumble, as your cock threatened to pierce her cervix right through.
While you? Your heart tinged. For her legs had strength for Keith, but only enough for Keith. Like he had drained her strength and left you with nothing.
That didn't sit right with you, so without undoing your connection, you flip her. Missionary, like in the video. Two can play this game. You place the phone next to her head and you roll your hips like you've never before. Exploring her sex like you've never before. Making her pleasure your mission like you've never before.
Your ass cheeks tighten with the way you hoist every enter. Digging through her floor and ending it with a cock flat on her cervix. "nnGHH, NNGHHH"
Your exits weren't reprieve, they were extensions of your intention. To pleasure. To love. To mark every inch of her sex like you were branding her. Rather than pulling back, you were widening your legs. Squishing her perineum using your base. Physics did the work, as the cramped hole caused your cock to scrape her roof. "FUCKK"
Dahyun cussed with your every repeating motion. "FUCK. FUCK. FUCK."
"I'M YOUR MAN, KIM DAHYUN" you said that like she didn't know. Like you didn't say it every time you bed her. You were right to do so though, as this pottymouth wasn't the same Catholic woman you fell for. And you made sure to introduce your new self to her new self.
"fUCK... FUCK FUCK FUUh----" her insides shut around you so tight that it felt like she's squeezing you out. Making you pump all that much harder. The noises she made weren't hers anymore. It was satisfying violence. Like glass shattering. Similar to the image you thought you've accurately painted of her.
She gripped the sheets at first, then the pillows, then the headboard. Anything to root her onto reality. Her hands looked like they were swatting the air violently, unknowing what to use as an anchorâfor each of your hurried thrusts caused beautiful ripples onto her pudgy white thighs. Heavenly turbulent.
"H- H- H- " she had nothing left but tentative huffs of air rid of profanities, saving her breath to stay conscious. "Where, baby?
"Where can I cum?"
"Where can I cum?"
You ask the same question as the phone. Making you finally look up at it again after what felt like hours of rutting your girl.
Dahyun puts a hand on Keith's defined abs to stop his pumpings.
An action she mimics on your less-chiseled tummy. The only difference was her face... or rather... mask...
In the video, she had on the same mask she wore yesterday. You remember, right? The mask she wore as John turned her into his toy. One of concern, but with eyes so epicly dilated that its curving into hearts.
But you weren't Keith. So you hold her down. And ;ock her hips around your waist, so you can freely piston her to chase your ending. Your panting mixed with laughter cause you are a petty petty man. You wanted to experience something Keith never will.
You were almost there "I'm gONNA fUCKING PAINT YOUR INSIDES KIM DAHY--"
"w-WAIT!" you heard her video self protest, to which Keith replies by swatting your girlfriend's hand away and grab her hips. Same as you were doing right now, but without warning. Without the need to verbalize your claim on her body. There was no pettiness. He just took what he wanted the same way he did your job. Rocking his hips as he deposits his seed deep inside your Kim Dahyun.
His conservative length led to his cum leaking out so easily. So fast. You mightve wanted to paint her insides, but Keith? Keith painted her thighs with the way his spunk dripped down on them. Like some sick perk of having a small cock.
That visual didn't push you off the edge, it SHOVED you to oblivion. Straining your balls so hard that the line between pain and pleasure began to fade, and you cum ropes, strings, and fireworks inside your girlfriend. Cock pressing hard to push inside her limit. Until her insides tell you that this was as deep as her biology went. Cock pressing like you're coping that 'at least Keith's small cock never got to taste her womb.'
But you knew.
You knew that you'll have to 'experience something Keith never will' another day. Cause tonight, you are on equal footing with himâcreampie-ing the love of your life. Despite how much longer your cock was.
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The video ends. Frozen at the last frame.
The room only sounds chased breaths.
You still had your softening cock deep inside her. Locking your offsprings in this former idol.
Dahyun had on the most whimsical face. Proud. And satisfied. Like she asked for everything and got everything.
None of the footages ever showed this. All of her snow white self in the most wrecked of ways. Hands up. Sweat shining sheens on her pits and tits and tummy and oh God you've never seen her look so willingly vulnerable. Unguarded, by choice. To you. And only you.
You feel butterflies mob your stomach. Like this was the first time you've seen Kim Dahyun. The real Kim Dahyun.
With locked hips, you bend down. Gently. Shy. Like this was the first time you two ever had sex. First time to have her face to face. Your lips travel around. Chin, cheek, temple, forehead.
She giggles at the suddenly shy stance that her stud took tonight. So she takes initiative. Grabbing you by the shoulders and kissing you to seal the night.
Your slumber had tough competition tonight.
For this Dahyun was surreal reality. One that you never knew you dreamed of.
I wrote this a lot longer than my past smuts since I feel like I owe that to all the people whoâafter all this timeâare STILL waiting for part 2đ€Ł
TMI: I was actually on the heels of doing something so irritatingly convoluted and complex until I realized that I should erase everything and write something that would satisfy me, not scrutiny.
I hope this was worth the 2 years, 10 weeks, and 2 days wait!
P.S. Thank you for all the words and all the "definitely not cucks" in my inbox. The words you left thereâalthough never replied toâtruly did make a difference upon writing this piece.
(Male Reader x Kiss of Life's Natty, 3.6k words) Tags: Office sex, Office gangbangs, Office relationships, More HR violations than your office handbook has room for, Vaginal sex, Creampies, Oral sex, Natty earns herself a fat juicy promotion, Also wow does she look really hot, Protected sex, Office politics, And a distinct lack of morals
Being a manager could be such a pain. When you were not busy fending off absurd requests from Corporate about the latest techo-babble, you were dealing with enough banal office drama to put a high school to shame. It was frankly surprising the amount of hijinks an office of a hundred workers could get up to, and if the company wasn't paying you so goddamn much you would have resigned years ago rather than deal with it every day. But alas, you always managed to stop yourself from hitting send on your two-week notice by glancing at your check, before sighing and carrying on. This past month had been especially grueling, with the arrival of a new hire named Natty, who had taken over as a clerk from Brenda in HR (who had retired and was now living it up in the Bahamas, and getting gangbanged by her "amigos" every night); and had turned out to be quite the slut...
The morning so far had been relatively tame, with only a handful of tongue lashings and praise to distribute. Frank from Operations had once more been reminded to stop pissing all over the floor, and Betsy from Sales had been firmly rejoined for harassing old mister Shultz about his supposedly monster dong (you had it on good authority that the man was in fact packing, provided you shove several viagra down his throat first). The accountants had been congratulated for somehow conspiring to pay everyone on time, presumably on accident, and the lead janitor consulted regarding the onset of stains appearing all over the office. You therefore had time in your schedule to ask your secretary to call in the newest problem child to grace your loveless little nest, and you idly mute the Teams meeting with the C-suite you were in and jot down some notes while you wait. Five minutes later and the Office Problem flounces in, all silken curves and bubbly youthful energy crammed into an outfit that would have gotten her sent to HR had she not been HR. She was also wearing knee-high heeled boots for some bizarre reason.
One Ms. Natty (nobody bothered to use her last name) languidly slides into the proffered chair in front of your desk, preening at your attention and wiggling her body to better present her assets for your inspection. No doubt her young mind was stuffed full of erotic delusions about what was going to happen in your cozy corner office, but you were quite simply going to fire her skanky ass. It had barely been a month and already it was an open secret that Natty was the office bicycle, which you ordinarily wouldn't have minded, free-use sluts kept morale up, except for the fact that she was unable to control her passions in the workplace. You had walked in on her engaging in sexual activity no less than nine separate times, with different partners during each occurrence no less! And the janitors were, in a word, growing more than a touch annoyed about having to clean up spilled sexual fluids as if they were working at a whorehouse or the like.
The first time, you had found Natty squatting down in the break room, stroking an employee with either hand while sucking them off with an enthusiasm that was dearly lacking in her workflow. Then you had spotted one of the Sales ladies munching on her cunt like she was starving, and the third time you had caught her next to the supply closet getting her shelves rearranged. Natty had also been responsible for the traffic jam around the bathroom last Tuesday, where apparently most of the male office staff had lined up to plow her nubile holes, and next you had eyed her grinding rather proactively on Mr. Shultz's lap (who coincidentally had no pants on for some odd reason). Things had only gone downhill from there, as you had observed her getting spit-roasted no less than twice in a row, before watching her getting made airtight near the printers by the interns, whose youthful gusto had resulted in a truly appalling mess on the floor. Finally, just yesterday you had found Natty elbow-deep in the head of Accounting, who was busy hosing the carpet down with streams of truly noxious squirt. Naturally, she was the most popular employee in the office, and had single-handedly caused a 28% drop in work efficiency.
So, leaning forward in your chair across the wide expanse of your desk, you stare Ms. Natty straight in the eyes, and calmly inform her that you were letting her go. Her reaction was, predictable. The girl starts babbling and bawling, her perfect makeup (god knew how she kept it up while getting fucked all day) smearing as tears run down her face, and she blubbers out a question, "But. But WHY, sir? It's only been a month!" to which you sigh and explain that her distracting the entire office was the issue, and also that her work was also noticeably subpar. Further tears follow, "Is-Is it because you've, um, caught me at work?" Natty sobs in realization, and you are forced to inform her that her promiscuity was not the problem, rather the sheer scale of it; nobody was getting any work done because they were too busy trying to fuck her! You recline back in your chair as your words bounce around her skull, Natty visibly pondering what you said before insight flashes behind her eyes and she gives you a sultry smirk, "Or is it because... I haven't given you any yet?" she beams as a slight flush rises on your face, "Oh, I'm so sorry, of course the boss should have priority! Let me..." Natty smoothly rises out of the chair and starts to saunter around your desk, her wide hips swaying from side to side. Sigh.
Natty perches herself on the edge of your desk, plumping out her bare thighs as she dangles one foot dangerously near your crotch, "So tell me, sir, is there anything I can do to keep my job?" She coos, seductively fluttering her eyelashes over her rose-tinted glasses, "I mean," she runs a hand down her chest to the clench of fabric obscuring her crotch, "You've seen what I can do, so," Natty licks her pouty lips, "What will it be, sir?" Nine times out of ten you would have simply laughed her out the door and told the little slut to collect her things on the way out, but you were feeling particularly... bored. It had been a year or so since you had gotten drained at the office, and you were curious to see if this common cumdump could match the costly escort you had brought in last time. So you roll your chair back a bit, and tersely tell her to try her best, and you will consider keeping her around. Natty's face lights up and she lets out a squeal before composing herself and hopping off the desk and sultrily kneeling before you, "Please, relax sir, I'll do all the work for you. You are the boss after all!" she giggles somewhat nervously before running her hands up your legs and slowly unzipping your pants, slipping a delicate hand inside to pull out your manhood.
With tender grace, Natty leans forward and kisses your cock, gently smooching every inch of it until she unlimbers your balls and gives them the same treatment as well. She looks eagerly up at your stony face for your approval, and when she doesn't find it she hurries along to the messy work of getting you erect. With your member barely stiffening under her demure endearments, she promptly pops your meat into her mouth and starts sucking on it like her life depended on it; which in a sense, it did. Natty's cheeks hollow as she strains to engorge your penis, her tongue lapping desperately at it as it slowly fills her mouth. Just as her head starts to bob though, your secretary knocks on the door and you hurriedly push your chair forward, forcing the young clerk to scamper backwards under your desk, where she retains enough of her wits to continue doing her job. Your secretary pops her head in, glancing around as she looks for Natty before raising her eyebrows in confusion. You maintain your calm as you ease your hips upwards, pining Natty's head against the underside of the desk as you force your length into her throat, causing her to gag as quietly as possible. You roll your eyes at your secretary, waving irritably at the closed door to your private bathroom and informing her that Natty was busy cleaning herself up inside after a substantial bawling. Your secretary snorts in amusement, as the girl in question snorts spittle onto your crotch as she struggles to breathe, tapping plaintively at your leg for you to relent, before telling you to call her when Natty needed to be escorted out and closing the door once more.
Natty was starting to use her teeth to communicate her distress, and so you relax, allowing her to pull up enough to gasp for air as she drools all over your genitals. After several moments mercy, you press upwards again, thoroughly testing her gag reflex as you lazily pump away at her face until her frantic coughing had subsided somewhat. When you finally roll your chair back, Natty stumbles out from under your desk, hacking up reams of spittle before looking blearily up at you, "I-I-Was that good enough, sir? I-I'm better at using my mouth than deepthroating, so can I...?" You flick her concerns away by telling her that it had been satisfactory, but that she needed to make you finish if she wanted to remain employed at this (laughably) prestigious company. Nodding frantically, Natty returns to sucking your cock, and was indeed better at using her tongue than tripping her gag reflex, until she abruptly stops and surges to her feet. She sways unsteadily before unbuttoning her short shorts and pulling them down to her knees revealing tantalizing hints of her dark vulva, "Um," she blushes, "You can use this hole as well, sir. But," she glances around, "Do you have protection? I'm not on birth control so..." You direct her to the proper drawer, and soon cool latex sheaths your erection before she kicks her shorts off and awkwardly attempts to join you in your armchair.
You refuse her however, telling her to clean herself out first, no matter what she claimed, you would rather not be fucking your inferiors semen out of her slutty hole, and she blushes as she leans back against the desk and complies. Shyly, she starts to rub at her clit, absentmindedly groping herself before remembering she still had her shirt on and pulling that off as well to reveal a lacy pushup bra that soon joins the rest of her clothes on your desk. Natty's body was classically curved, with much of her flesh going to her shapely thighs and ample ass, though her perky breasts were not unimpressive as well; even if she did constantly push them up to exaggerate their size. The girl pleasures herself in front of you, and once she has moistened herself up she puts her fingers to good use sloshing expertly into her slit. Judging by the sticky mess coating her fingers, Natty had indeed been truthful when she said that she always used a rubber, and soon she was gazing lustfully at your cock, "Mmmmph," she moans, "Can I sir? Please let me sit on it, I promise I won't disappoint you this time..." And when you nod in permission she hurries forward to straddle you, unbuckling and pulling down your pants as she reaches down and strokes some blood back into your diminished dick until it was erect once more. Then with a sultry groan, Natty sits on it.
Sordid heat douses your cock as it slips into the warmth of Natty's belly, her pussy devouring every inch of you until her vulva kisses your root. Her soft breasts press against your face as she wraps her arms around your neck, she looks breathlessly down at you, "Oh sir! You are so... big! You're filling me up!" Her body shudders as she slowly rises before sliding back down it again, her wet folds dragging along your rubbered shaft as she squeezes you tightly, "Please," she gasps, "Cum in me whenever you want, I'll ride you-Oh! Until you finish!" Natty bounces enthusiastically on your manhood, your crotch soon becoming soaked as her pussy drools down onto it, her hips plying the air as she does her best to work your load out. While her head might have been mediocre, Natty's pussy was snug and wet, and before you can stop yourself your hands move to grasp her cheeks, clenching her ass tightly as she rides you. She gasps at this sign of approval, "Oh, sir! Yes! Use me! You can fuck me every day I promise!" Then she cums on your cock, her whole body quivering as yet more cream splatters onto your skin, and with her face bright red, she leans down and kisses you hungrily. You were not entirely too enthused about it, but Natty certainly was, her tongue shoving its way into your mouth as she grinds needily on your dick.
Seemingly surprised that your cock remained unconquered, the young slut leans dangerously backwards, grasping your chair's arms tightly as she searches for the right angle to finish you off. Sweat shimmers on her tanned skin as Natty pushes herself in desperation, her stomach clenching as it grips your shaft for all that it was worth, "Just. Fucking. Cum already!" she hisses in frustration, before remembering her place and begging, "Please cum in me sir! I'm trying my best here!" And to be fair, her best was starting to work on you, your hands squeezing her butt tightly as your balls laboriously start to rise; until with a grunt you haul her back onto you and fully down upon your cock. Natty gasps in relief and pleasure as you finally give in and empty yourself into her, slamming her nubile body against you as you fill the condom with your load. You stifle a groan as her cunt tries to crush your manhood, squeezing it like a vice as it works out every drop of cum in your shaft. When you are finished, she collapses against your chest, breathing heavily as she recovers, her face nestled against your neck. Once she has recuperated enough, you slap her ass to signal for her to unmount you.
Natty scrambles off you, looking worried, but before you could rise she returns to her knees and starts pulling the condom off for you. She waves the swaying sack in front of her face before giving you a sleazy smile and emptying it into her mouth, swallowing every last drop. Natty grimaces slightly, before leaning forward and cleaning your crotch up with her mouth, her tongue lapping up her own juices, "Did-Did I satisfy you, sir? Please?" Her demureness returns as she looks meekly up at you, pausing in her washing as she awaits your answer. You muse upon it, while she had hardly been the best partner you had been with, it had been reasonably entertaining so... You nod, and grandly inform her that her position was secure, and Natty beams with relief, "Oh! Thank you, sir! Thank you!" and to show proper appreciation, she starts sucking you off again. Your dick was still sensitive from orgasm, so it was not long before the stimulation from her eager slurping has you rigid once more. You sigh in enjoyment, and make the sort of decision that you were paid six figures for. You idly inquire that having saved her job, what would Natty say about a promotion? At which the whore stops, and stares up at you in wonder before a grin breaks through her chaste expression.
Natty smoothly stands and bends over your desk, reaching both hands backwards to spread her cheeks to reveal her flushed slit along with her dusky asshole, "I would say," she purrs, "Pick a hole, sir. I'll be your fuck-slut any day of the week!" Fired by a lust that had been often diminished of late, you rise as well, shuffling closer and slapping your member against her sodden labia, causing her to moan eagerly. You grasp her waist to hold her steady, and shove your cock into her pussy until your balls kiss her clit. Natty groans, "Oh fuck, sir! I can feel you... wait!" She glances back in horror, "You forgot to put the condom on!" Whereupon you smack her rear, and cheerfully inform her that as your personal assistant, she would be yours to use exclusively, and so you would not need to worry about contamination from other employees. Natty's eyes widen as she processes this, before giving in and smirking, "Oh, so I'll be getting promoted from the office cumdump to the boss's personal cumdump?" she shudders, her folds moistening noticeably, "Cum in me raw then, sir. Use me however you want!"
And so you do. The clapping of her cheeks was thunderous, and it was a damn good thing your door was soundproofed for security reasons, otherwise the whole floor would have heard it. Natty moans loudly as you plow her from behind, her walls gripping you all the tighter now that you were fucking her unprotected. If anything, the risk of impregnation excites the slut, and you hear her muttering excitedly under her breath about getting knocked up on her boss's desk. Natty's pussy had been wet before, but now it was downright soaking, her juices running down your thighs as her lips slobber all over your shaft. With the added stimulation of her bare skin upon yours, it was not long before your balls are twitching upwards once more. Natty notices your thrusts deepening, and she eagerly urges you on, "Oh fuck, are you going to cum in me, sir? Please, do it! Make me your slut! Oh fuck I'm going to get pregnant!" she screams as you pound away at her curvaceous rear until with a groan, you empty yourself into her. This time your seed spurts directly into Natty's fertile pussy, slowly filling it with your semen as she shakes in the throes of an orgasm.
When you finally leave the warmth of her body, you stagger backward and collapse into your chair, thoroughly exhausted by your exertions. Natty looks winded as well, but she still dutifully plops between your legs and starts sucking her creamy leavings off of your cock, while your own gift to her drips out onto the carpet. Once she had done a reasonable job cleaning off the worst of the mess, she gingerly rises to her feet, grabbing her clothes from your desk and slowly pulling them on, "So...um," she coughs awkwardly, "I am getting that promotion, right?" You wave in acknowledgement, and Natty smiles smugly, "Also, were you serious about the exclusive thing? Because uh, I am kinda popular..." You consider this, the impact on morale would be significant if the office were to suddenly lose access to Natty's free-use holes, so... You compromise, she could sleep with as many women as she liked, but she could only use her mouth to pleasure men. Natty thinks about it, before shrugging, "Sure why not? Okay so, will you be needing me again today or...?" You dismiss her with some warmth, and once she has finished struggling into her tight outfit (her panties were no doubt soon inundated), she waves in goodbye and saunters out of the door as if she had not just been bent over and plowed like a cheap whore by her manager. Your secretary peeks inside thoughtfully, and when your eyes meet, you can tell she has inferred exactly what happened, and she winks knowingly, wiggling her tongue between two fingers to indicate your shared bond. Was there anyone Natty hadn't fucked?
With a tired sigh you roll your chair forward once more, and start mentally thinking about what excuse you could use to fit another HR manager into the budget, when you realize that while the executive meeting had been muted, you certainly had not been, and your camera had been on the entire time. Utterly mortified, you frantically unmute the call's audio as a dozen somber faces stare back at you from the virtual meeting room. But before you could muster any excuses they break into laughter and raucous cheers, congratulating you on your excellent performance! The C-Suite howl and pound at their desks in approbation, causing more than a few heads to quizzically pop up in front of them before being pushed back down again. You are shocked and more than a little relieved to hear that the executive team had been extremely impressed, and were adding you to the fast track for promotions, they needed a man like you who could fuck on the team! After all, nothing was more tedious than having some prissy loser who wouldn't join in the weekly executive orgies! With that stunning information bouncing between your ears, the meeting ends, and you consider just what a morning it had been.
It seems like it would become even easier to resist hitting send on your resignation, mostly due to it being difficult to reach for your mouse while you were busy pumping Natty's nubile pussy full of cum.
(Natty x Lovers, 3.1k Words) Tags: Natty POV, Its her turn now, Slut POV, Creampies, Gangbang, Multiple sexual partners, Orgy, Exotic sexual partners, Loser fucking, Zero hydration
"Who is she?" My voice lilts one last time over the baying university crowd, sweat dripping down my tanned skin as they howl their love and lust for me. Okay, not just me. Three other goddesses share the stage with me, but it feels like all the attention is on me, I think they all feel the same way too. The audience continues to shriek their adoration as we bow, blowing kisses and pouting in farewell as we saunter off the stage. I'm so wet it's soaking through my safety shorts, and so is the rest of Kiss of Life. That's not what makes us sluts though, any idol who says they aren't sopping after a performance is fucking lying, it's what comes after we get off the stage that makes us sluts. It's not all the sex either, when was the last time you saw an idol not getting gangbanged after a performance? It's... Oh wow. Belle and Haneul really couldn't wait could they? Those fucking sluts. Well, time to join in the fun!
My hips sway as I walk past the delicious mess our juniors are making right next to the exit of the stage, Julie sharing my laughter as our dear little whores make us proud. She has the same hunger in her eyes that I do, those perky lips of hers already moist and red with arousal, this bitch is so horny I almost consider giving the watching students an unforgettable show... Julie smirks, and mouths, later, so we keep walking instead. The path out of the temporary stadium was kept clear, the pair of us are able to circle around the vast number of people filling the gentle grass bowl to watch the performances. From our relative height we can spot the small eddies and whirls of the crowd, watching the two vortexes of Belle and Haneul drifting their way through the press. Julie scans the crowd, eyes narrowing until she sees what she is after, and with a kiss goodbye, she penetrates the living wall of students. See you later, girlfriend!
Every slut has their own particular tastes, and Julie's is hunky jocks. She just loves being manhandled by guys with more meat than brains, picked up and used by them like the petite sex toy she acts like. Which is pretty fun to watch, and my thighs moisten further as I saunter along remembering it, it's almost enough to make me turn around so I can watch, and join in the fun. Almost. Studs are boring. They already get enough pussy from their groupies, if they aren't pounding the school beauties then they have the weirdos lined up to service their cocks. So they might be good fucks, but there's no enthusiasm to them, no spice, you're just another hole they deserve to fuck. Which can be fun, but like, also boring. Nah, if you want to really get fucked, you go and find the losers.
The dregs. The perma-virgins. The losers whose only sex has been paid for or with their own hand. They want it. They want it so fucking bad. And when I open my legs for them its like dropping a fat juicy steak in front of a starving job. They go feral. They fuck me like it's the last pussy they'll get in a decade, pounding me until their dicks break or they pass out from exhaustion. Way more satisfying than some entitled asshole giving you the ol' pump-n-dump! And like any good slut, I did my research before this performance, and make a beeline towards one of the nearby buildings scattered around the stage. I slide through the scattered groups of students, losing my usual saunter to avoid too much attention. I mean, I'm Natty, of course people are going to stop and stare, but at least I can avoid getting gangbanged before reaching my goal.
Several handies and an unsurprisingly quick blowjob later, I'm inside the building, and after a few more hand jobs I'm walking towards the door I've been looking for. Idle music blares through the open windows, the breeze stirring my hair, as an announcer drones about the upcoming artists on next. Aespa. Their performances might be a bit stale, but they sure know how to make those panties drop and cocks pop. I breeze past some gawping morons (okay, I actually got spitroasted, but shush), before finding the correct room number. "The Anime Club", the piece of paper taped to the door reads, oh this is going to be so much fun. Wearing my widest smile I slam open the door and pose against the doorframe, my eyes sweeping across the startled faces filling the room, the stench of sweat and undrained balls tickling my nose, "Hey losers," I purr, "Wanna fuck?" One guy lets out a startled moan and clutches at his crotch, did he just cream himself? Oh fuck yeah, this is the right place.
I strut into the room like I own it, which I do now, shedding my clothes as I go, revealing my tanned, curvy body for these low-lives to drool over. There are girls mixed in to the press, over-dressed and with too much makeup on, no doubt used to lording over the men in here, glaring at me jealously as a lay claim to their little harem. But the smirk on my face as I glance at them tells them that this was an inclusive event, why bother having a gangbang when you can have an orgy instead. I saunter into the middle of the room, which coincidentally already has a space cleared in it, the surrounding desks and chairs kicked aside, and set my hand on my hip, "Well, do you want to fuck an idol or not?" I sigh sluttily, "Don't bother with protection, none of you have fucked enough to catch anything..." silence greets this announcement, and I roll my eyes in irritation, "That means you can fuck me raw, idiots," and like magic their clothes come flying off.
Before I can blink I am surrounded by sweaty losers, each pushing and fighting to get a handful of me, to grope my thick ass or my perky breasts, to get to kiss my perky lips with their filthy mouths. A dozen hands hungrily roam my body, clammily rubbing and squeezing my premier flesh, desperate to experience what they've watched happen a hundred times on their screens. The door slams shut behind me, and I hear the clunk of the lock, and then the screech of a table being shoved against it, and I know the only way I was leaving this room was covered in cum. Just the way I love it. Their erect cocks rub and poke at me, and soon my hands are busy once more, drifting between dicks and the occasional pussy as I say hello to them all. Then I drop into a squat so I can greet my new friends with a big sloppy kiss.
The trick to getting blowbanged is to make sure nobody gets a good handle on your head when they're in your mouth, because otherwise the will fuck your face until they- I gulp down the thick example of my lesson, some guy groaning while his cum fills my mouth; okay fine, it's not as easy as it sounds. I finish slurping and turn my head to accept the next cock into my mouth, sucking on his warm, hard meat before quickly moving onto the next one. It's fun having some guys creampie my face, but when all of them get to do it it gets boring fast. I've got other holes that need to be filled too! Speaking of which, one of the girls is doing a great job eating me out while I crouch over her face, having been scooted into the scrum on her back. She keeps getting stepped on, but I think she enjoys it. Another loser unloads into my hair from behind, just as the dick in my right hand hand explodes onto my face, my pussy starts making louder noises as I relish the feeling of being covered with spunk. Fuck it, I need to get plowed.
I rise up from the ring of smelly bodies like a beautiful flower, my gaze sweeping the room to drink in the details that I missed while I was buried in pulsing cocks. Things have gotten a bit crazy while I was down, and it looks like the orgy is in full swing. One girl is on her knees rubbing two cocks together, while another slut is taking it up the ass. Two bitches are busy fisting each other, some pervert is jacking off using one of their hair, and one of the gaudily dressed girls turns out to be a boy after all, and has her skirts up around her waist while she gets plowed from behind, her flaccid cock flopping leakily with every thrust. Hot. Well it's time to join in the fun, and I languidly lean forward while hands find my body once more, I start sucking one of the dicks being shoved into my face, letting whoever was behind me figure it out. There's some commotion behind me, but soon enough something warm and hard is pushing between my cheeks. Hopefully it ends up in my pussy and not my ass, these morons can never get it in the right hole.
To my slight surprise my pussy gets filled with throbbing man-meat, and I shudder with delight as pleasure suffuses my belly, god I love taking dick. Warmth pulses through my groin as my lover roughly pounds away at me with an almost virginal lack of skill, so greedy to creampie me, to unload his cum as deep inside of me as possible, he's desperate for it. Confident that things will work themselves out back there, I turn my attention to cock in my mouth, and start showing off a little; I am an idol after all. I take my lover's burning rod down my throat, my tongue flickering against his shaft while I swallow him to the hilt, my chin nestled against his hairy balls. Then I look up at him and wink, causing his member to spasm as it spurts down my throat. Whoops. And right on schedule, the trash filling my other hole adds his own load to the party, flooding my pussy with his sticky warmth. Mmmph.
Then fresh cocks take their places, and once more I am bouncing between two dicks, spitroasted by losers who have barely even kissed a girl, and now they're fucking an idol raw. God they are pounding me so damn hard. One blows, and then the other, and then another just empties himself all over my butt before some other deviant shoves his dick in my ass. Thin, thick, long, small, doesn't matter the size, I take them all! It all blurs together, a ceaseless plowing from both ends, broken only when a coochie gets shoved into my mouth instead of a cock, half the time they're already dripping with semen. Delicious. I won it like the slut I am, until finally there's enough of a break for me to stand up and take stock of what I've missed. I smile. The orgy is in full swing, all inhibitions tossed aside, cocks spray over quivering flesh, fingers dig into pliant holes, mouths open in groans only to be filled by sopping genitals, half the couples here will either break up or discover they enjoy a few more bodies in their relationship. I am so fucking wet.
With a smirk I lay back on a nearby table, my hair soaking in a puddle of squirt and jizz, my legs open wide in invitation for anyone who wants a taste of premium idol pussy. My first partner arrives, some obese loser with a dick shorter than my pinky, and I lick my lips as he buries me beneath his bulk. My feet kick in the air while he ruts atop me, his waist too wide to wrap around, I can't even tell if he is in me, but judging by his pitiful grunts, he certainly thinks he is. I kiss him, my tongue slithering wetly in his mouth, as his groans grow louder and more desperate. I squeeze him, and feel something in the sloppy mess of my folds, before he lets out a final whine and fills me with his virgin cum. Holy fuck. I am unable to contain a moan as his jizz pours into me, burning hot and so thick it's like peanut butter, I feel so damn full! When I finally manage to shove him off me his glutinous seed stays within me, if I wasn't an idol, my belly would be full of his baby. The thought of this lowlife knocking me up only makes me more aroused.
The next few guys use my butt after seeing the stinking mess that fatass left in my pussy, though one bitch does spend like ten minutes eating me out, which was nice. Then she sits on my face, and I get to enjoy having my asshole violated by several deviants while I gouge hers out with my tongue, she keeps squirting all over my tits. Eventually someone noticed my favorites assets are unoccupied, and soon my tits are getting fucked as hard as my butt is. God I love getting used like this. After a bit of this, the slut unmounts my face, just in time for someone to jizz all over it. I laugh with joy as more join in the fun, my skin plastered with a thick layer of spunk until some girls are jealous enough to lick it off of me. The bitches.
I am delighted to discover my next lover is that crossdresser from before, her dick sprouting from her layers of stockings. I love fucking weebs, they're always so perverted. Even if they sometimes make you crawl into a body pillow with a hole in it first. One time I got stuck in a D.VA one at an anime convention and ended up being voted the most popular stall. I honestly thought I was going to end up pregnant! Ah... The adorable girl wastes no time in mounting my clogged cunt, happy to fuck those nasty sloppy seconds out of me. Then things get even better, another guys comes up behind her and shoves himself into her ass, forming a little fuck-train. The crossdresser squeals and gasps atop me, her elaborate dress and petticoats dripping wet from where her body presses against mine. I'm pretty sure she's already cum in me, but the boys just don't stop lining up to fuck her into me, I can feel her pitiful dick twitching inside of me with every thrust. I kiss her tenderly, I love it when a new slut discovers her calling!
After that all sorts itself out, with the crossdresser ending up bent over next to some other sluts while they all get plowed by a train of losers, I move onto something a bit more intense. With a winning smile I mount some lowlife busy jerking his dick to two whores making out with jizz all over their faces, and loudly invite anyone to join in the fun. Before long I'm getting double stuffed, which is pure fucking bliss as far as I'm concerned. The idiot I'm riding creampies me within a minute, so I roll onto my side and let the room go to town on my holes; it's too bad none of these losers can last very long. I'm in heaven as my ass is plowed while my cunt is getting railed, dicks of all shapes and sizes taking their turn to use my holes for their pleasure. Until finally some perverted pair finally do what I've been wanting this whole time, and shove both their quivering dicks into my asshole. Fuuuck...
There's something so heartwarming about watching a roomful of guys discover that the best thing aside from fucking a hole, is fucking a hole with someone else. Soon the other sluts' holes are being put to the test as the deviants try and shove as many dicks into their partners as possible. I see one chubby whore taking three at once in her loose cunt, and I cheer to watch such a size queen getting stretched out like that. Meanwhile I've got four in my ass, and two in my cunt. I love playing "Stuff the Natty"! And fuck am I getting stuffed. These nasty perverts violate me with endless enthusiasm, at this point all of my holes are getting filled at once, often by multiple cocks, these losers slaking years of lust on my gorgeous body. A normal girl would have passed out an hour ago, but hey, I'm a fucking idol for a reason.
The sun is starting to set when the last deviant spends his thin seed upon my tits, before collapsing off of me with an exhausted groan. With a purring sigh I sit fully upright, and look on with satisfaction at the mess I made. The floor was literally an inch deep with sexual fluids and piss, bodies sprawled everywhere, and the stench- oh the stench! Humming happily to myself, I tiptoe through the maze of passed out losers, not even bothering to grab my clothes before I kick a table out of the way and saunter out the door; I'm pretty sure I saw them dissolving in a trashcan filled with jizz. Heads turn as the fugue of sweaty sex fills the hallway, several people puke or gag in disgust. Wearing my winning smile I sashay through the press of horrified onlookers, my only clothes the thick layer of jizz coating every inch of me. I only get mounted eleven times before I make it outside, guys can be so timid about sloppy seconds!
The sunset fills me with joy as I practically skip along the path, I just love being a good slut! After all, a slut should open her legs for everyone, especially the losers, what's the point of being a meat-hole if everyone can't take a turn? Along a knoll someone waves, and I speed up when I see its Julie. We embrace with messy squelch, both of our bodies slick and sweaty, our lips locked together for what has to be like ten minutes. We share a knowing smile, Julie found her jocks, and I found my losers, and now...? And now we bend over together and invite the line already forming nearby to use our bodies. We might have our favorites, but that doesn't mean everyone else doesn't get to fuck us too!
Who is she? A slut, obviously! Now stop staring and shove it in already!
In a high tech room, the big CRT screen is turning on
â Guys I am here with 4 members of one of the biggest Kpop female groups of all time. They just released their 11th album and they are also happen to be the voices behind the hit song Takedown from Kpop Demon Hunters. Please welcome Twice ! â The interviewer asks
â Hiii !!â Nayeon Momo Jihyo Tzuyu waves at the screen
â How are you ladies ?? Ok, you found out you were doing Victoria Secretâs show, what was your first reaction ? â The interviewer asks again
â I feel it was amazing. Victoriaâs Secret is very famous and many girls love it ! We all love it ! We were very happy and thankful to be invited ! We love the fun and free feeling of the pink ! Itâs really special to join the show that makes women feel strong and beautiful! â Tzuyu replies
As the screen keeps rolling, a woman in hoodie is sipping on her coffee
â Yeh yeh yeh keep on going with the show your four, youâre looking soooooo sexy and pretty ainât ya, you two, how are things going so far ? â The hoodie woman asks the two operators in front of her, as theyâre typing the programs into their high-end PC
â Weâre almost there Miss, just encoding this to the nanochips and weâre all set !â One operator reply
â You donât have to worry Miss, we know what weâre doing !â The 2nd operator replies
â Yeh yeh sure, just make sure everything is on time ok ?? It will only work if weâre on time ! â The hoodie woman ensures
Door opens
â Yoooooo !!! This place is fancy !!! Itâs like the Avengerâs tower !!â A women with brown hair and a cute voice comes in, along with another dark haired one
â Oh hey, sorry weâre late â The dark haired woman is holding on bags of chips
â Yo you two, nah, youâre good, they havenât start the freaking show yet lol, eyyyy is that my fav Lays chip, thankkk youuuu â The hoodie woman grabs the chips
â Where are the other two ?? I thought theyâre here already ? â The brown haired woman asks while open her marshmallow bags
â Uh âŠ.. theyâre having traffic, jeez, lame excuses â The hoodie woman replies while taking her chips
â You⊠sure.. this will work ? â The dark haired woman asks
â Please, you gotta trust me ! I got these 2 operators from NVIDIA , theyâll know what to do, right guys ??? â The hoodie woman asks with confidence
â YES MISS ! â The operators reply
The Victoriaâs Secret show is going on, with the women keep on watching
âThis is for all my ladies who don't get hyped enough (hey, ladies)
If you've been done wrong, then this your song, so turn it up (turn it up for me, uh, uh)â
NaMoJitzu continue with their song
âThis is for all my ladies who don't get hyped enough
If you've been done wrong, then this your song, so turn it up
One time for all my ladies, you're lookin' good as what?
So, tell 'em, "Bye, bye, " 'cause it's your time to turn it upâ
Back to the tech room
â Sexy outfits eh ? What do you two think ? â The hoodie woman jokes
â EhhhhâŠ.. yeh, they showed everythinggggggggg â The brown hair woman adds in
â Lots.. of .. boobs.â The dark haired woman comments
â Oh yeh, they loveeeeee showing it ainât they lol â The hoodie woman laughs
Door opens
â Heyyyyy !!! sorry weâre lateeee !! â A women with twin tails hair comes in with a pack of food, with another one, who has tattoos on her arms follows her
â Yooooooo, soooorrryyyyy, the lines at the food court were crazyyyyy â The tattoo woman apologizes
â Nah, youâre good, right one time !! Now, THE REAL SHOW starts hehehehe â The hoodie woman with her fake cartoony laugh
 â Miss, should we active the nanochip yet ? â one operator asks
â NO no, not yet, wait until they get to the place, did you contact the guards and drivers ? â The hoodie woman asks
â Already on it Miss, they will pick up the four of them right after the show â The other operator confirms
â Omg I havenât been this excited since forever lol â The twin tails woman excites
â Ngl, how dahell did you come up with this ?? â The tattoo woman asks
â My brain is working on a higher level HAHA â The hoodie woman trolls back as the rest of them laugh
Back at the Victoriaâs Secret Show, as NaMoJiTzu finished their stages
â Whew, that was something â Nayeon takes her water
â yeh Unnie I still feel my throat is soring now â Tzuyu is drinking her sirup
â These clothings are quite tighter than I thought honestly, how youâre doing Momo ? â Jihyo is wiping her sweats
â Iâm good, guess we did ok ? Itâs tough singing parts for other 5 members with this stage â Momo is resting on the chair
â Yepppp, totally get what you mean, but hey at least we finished that, I need some off time after this â Jihyo is resting on the sofa as next to Momo
â Uh⊠hey girls, I think you still have an after-party, but we wonât go with you, the host from the VS show will drive you there â one of the staff is handling the four invitation cards.
â Oh⊠jeez, I thought weâre gonna have some early sleep today â Nayeon sighes
â I kinda forgot about that actually, man, too many schedules â Jihyo with a tired expression
â So⊠we go now ? â Momo is still lying on the chair
â Yeh, the limos will be here in âŠâŠ. 15 minutes so better wrap things up girls â The staff is helping the girls while typing some messages on her phone
Back to the tech room
NinjaStaff : â Weâre about to go, get ready â
Hoodie_Power : â Alrighty, roger that !â
â Yo, you two, theyâre about to hit the road, be ready ! â The hoodie woman looks at her phone while giving commands to the operators
â Yes Miss, STM_Bot : ready ! â The operators give command through their voices
On top of them, a large computer screen then slides down and showing everyone an image of a garage.
Inside it are mini drones, with 4 of them are carrying vials of glowing liquid.
â Mini Drones Activated â Ready to take off â â The AI voice actives the drones, as they fly out of the garage, recording everything from their tiny cameras.
â Holy shit, these are awesome !!! â The twin tails woman claps her hands
â Looks like the game I just played, thatâs amazing â The dark hair women is munching on her snack
â Told ya Iâll give you a show lol, man, I canât wait to get back to those four for teasing us â The hoodie woman confidently laughs
â Yeeeeeeeeesssss please !!â the brown hair woman got too excited she spilled her snacks
Back to the VS show, Nayeon Momo Jihyo and Tzuyu are heading out to the limo, with the tall guards are waiting for them
â Weâll take you there Misses, please enter the limo, the event is waiting for you ! â
â Thatâs a fancy one lol â Nayeon is entering the limo
â Unnie I think I might need a drink â Tzuyu is sipping her cocktail
â I need that too, man my throat is getting sore as well â Jihyo chimes in with a cup
â Imma need some eye shut, wake me up once weâre there â Momo takes quick sleep
The guards give the staff nods as confirmation for the plan to proceed. Outside of their limo, the drones are hovering over in the sky, with the four main drones are sneakily attaching themselves onto the roof of the limo.
The limo is cruising fast towards a villa on top of a hill, with the drones are tailing it without loosing their tracks and recording the footages back to the techroom.
â Hey look, theyâre here ! You two, active the nanochips ! â The hoodie woman commands
â Ok Miss ! Activate the STM chips ! â The operators commands
â STM CHIPS â READY FOR INJECTION â The AI voice activates the chips, with the four drones carrying the vials are glowing in NaMoJiTzuâs personal colors : Light Blue, Pink, Apricot & Blue.
The drones are inject the liquid containing the nanochips into their darts, aiming at NaMoJiTzuâs arms.
â SteadyâŠ. Steady âŠ. FIRE ! â The hoodie woman commands
The drones shoot their small darts towards NaMoJitzu, as they feel it like mosquitoâs bites.
â Ouch ! What was that ?? â Jihyo startles
â Ew ! Mosquitoes ?? â Nayeon yelps
â Nani ??? Darn it I shouldâve had mosquito repellant â Momo swipe her arm
â Aissh, seriously ⊠â Tzuyu feels annoyed
The liquid nanochips are running into their veins, entering their blood flows without any of them knowing.
â STM_01 : NAYEON : READY â
â STM_03 : MOMO : Â READY â
â STM_05 : JIHYO : Â READY â
â STM_09 : TZUYU: Â READY â
The AI voice is reading their names, with the nanochips inside the four NaMoJiTzuâs blood flows ignite the shockwave inside, making them feel like they just had a breeze.
â WOoossh, why did I feel that breezeâ Nayeon covers her body
â I felt that too, suddenly I felt a shakes â Jihyo recovers from her â breezeâ
â That was weird, or was it because weâve been dressing like this ?? â Momo asks
â Nah, I donât think so Unnie, the weather isnât that cold today, it was strange, like a signal of something â Tzuyu replies
As the four enter the villa, they encounter groups of celebrities, some they do know, some they donât, most of them are the Victoriaâs Secret models, along with groups of men with different ethnicities in black suits. Unknown to them, the drones were crawling onto the ceilings, camouflage themselves in different corners of the villa.
The four main drones crawl towards the chandelier on top, forming a connecting circle, with the supporting drones are forming a barrier onto the chandelier and on the ceiling as well, preparing for the next command.
Back in the tech room, the operators are pushing all the levels, typing all the activation codes, ready for the upcoming event
â Miss, should we start now ? Theyâre all in place now ?â One operator ask
â Wait, I wanna let them have all the fun, then, weâll surprise them hehehe â The hoodie woman giggles
â You sounded like an evil witch Unnie hahaha â The tattoo woman laughs and spilling her popcorn
â Eeeevvviiiilllllllll boooooooooo !!!â The brown hair woman gives thumbs down
â Yeh yeh just keep teasing, Iâll give you a show and youâl regret doing that, HAH ! â The hoodie woman claps back
â Such confidence â The dark hair woman quietly teases
â Of course I am â The hoodie woman smirks
Back to the villa, the after party is still going on
The partygoers have no clue they are being watched.
Theyâre enjoying the party without knowing there are eyes watching over them.
â Cool crowd I guess ? This drink is tasty ngl â Nayeon sips on the drink
â Yeh, whew, at least my throat isnât sore anymore, how about Tzuyu ? â Jihyo asks
â Yeh Unnie, gosh my throat was troublesome, woa Momo-unnie you ate all of those snacks already ? â Tzuyu surprises
â Iâm hungry, gotta eat you know, and thereâs free food so why not right ?â Momo keeps on munching the snacks
Suddenly, the supporting drones turn on their wave lengths devices. The sudden strikes leave the partygoers with migraine, making them feeling dizzy. The music makes it even worst, only amplifies the effect of the wave lengths, which the supporting drones are doing a consistent job at it.
â Ouchh⊠oh my ⊠so dizzy â A guest shakes her head
â Ughh⊠what is this⊠man, I gotta go ..â A male guest puts down his drink
More and more guests feel the wave lengths, as they start to leave the villa one by one.
â Huh ? Theyâre leaving ? â Nayeon notices
â Thatâs strange, weâre just here like ⊠half hour â Jihyo looks at the clock
â Maybe the drinks are too much ? But.. that ainât right ? â Momo is curious as well
â Yehh ⊠the drinks arenât that heavy either, thatâs odd â Tzuyu keeps sipping her drink
Back in the tech room once more
â WAVE LENGTHS AT 30% POWER â -The AI voice is monitoring
â Miss, should we raise the level ? â The operator asks
â Letâs do that, I want those random guests to just leave lol, man theyâre too much â The hoodie woman commands again
â Awwww⊠I wanna see them â The brown hair woman whines
â Jeez, youâll meet them someday in other fashion shows lol, right now we have OTHER stuffs to do â The hoodie woman is focused on the task at hand
â So how come those four didnât get affected by the wave lengths ?â The dark hair woman asks while drinking her Coke
â Those nanochips blocked it thatâs why, and also the four main drones adjusted it, cool tech right ???? Where did you get that again you two ? â The hoodie woman asks
â This was a pitching prototype technology from Stark Industries, but ended up not working, it was supposed to be part of Mr.Starkâs assistant armor upgrades but he⊠ditched it. So we salvaged it here, so far itâs working !â AN operator explains
â Tony Stark.. IRON MAN ????â The tattoo and twin tails hair women shocked
â Yes Misses, Mr.Stark ditched a lot of his leftover techs after the Blip, so weâre able to salvage it through black markets, and luckily for us weâre able to get it before other arm dealers, that was scary â Another operator explains
â Lol you dudes are lucky I purchased it from you too, I saved your butts big time !â The hoodie woman laughs
â Weâre seriously grateful for you on that Miss ! â The operators give her thumbs ups
â Alrighty, letâs crank that level into 40%, letâs get rid of those guests lol â The hoodie woman commands
â Got it Miss ! â The two operators agree, then they adjust the power
â WAVE LENGTHS AT 40% POWER â The AI voice reads again
The increased wave lengths are driving the rest of the guests away, leaving only NaMoJitzu and the men in black suits
â UhâŠ. Guys, I think somethingâs funny is happening â Jihyo is noticing
â Why are we still here with those dudes ? â Nayeon questions
â Hey look, theyâre .. approaching us â Momo starts to look around
â This is ,,, kinda weird â Tzuyu walks back towards her group mates
The men in black suit approach them closely, each of them with their drinks
â Hello ladies ! â A man politely greets them
â What brings you here may I ask ? â Another man asks as well
â Oh, hello, weâre⊠just here after our performances over the showâ Jihyo replies
â AHhh, the Victoriaâs Secrets show right ? SO you must be ⊠Twice ! â Another man asks them
â Oh ⊠yes, yes we are, and we actually just got here not long ago also â Nayeon replies to the men
â How was the performances ladies ? How was the show for you ? You look incredible!â One more man compliments them
â AH well, we did the job, it was quite challenging performing without the rest of the members buttttttt I think we did pretty good â Momo replies while still taking the snacks
â I heard youâre also on a tour am I correct ? â Another man asks
â Oh yeh we are, busy schedule so ⊠sorry we look a bit⊠tiredâ Tzuyu replies as well
â Damn, must be tiring taking flights from different locations huh, you ladies enjoy the party so far ?â One more man asks while giving them more drinks
âUh ⊠itâs ⊠alright I think, but felt kinda odd everyone suddenly left ? â Jihyo looks around
â Oh those guests must be tired or they couldnât handle the drinks I think ! â Another man chimes in
While NaMoJitzu are chatting with the guys, back in the tech room
â Yoooo how did you find those dudes ??â The tattoo woman asks
â Ohhh itâs way easier than you thought, I just put some model job listings on different sites and BOOM, you get a bunch of them lol â The hoodie woman gives a thumbs up
â Thatâs impressive a lot of them are here â The dark hair woman compliments
â Woaaa that dude right there looks like He-Man ! And oohhh that guy there is cute, looks like Tom Holland, and damnnn that guy over there looks like Jude Bellingham lol, are you sure youâre not inviting them there ?? â The brown hair woman asks with a teasing voice
â Iâll be dead if I did lol. Anw, you two, itâs time to turn on the real deal, activate the nanochips in those four now ! â The hoodie woman laughs while giving her commands
â Yess Miss !! â The two operators swipe the control board, activate the nanochips
â STM_01 : NAYEON : ACTIVATED â
â STM_03 : MOMO : Â ACTIVATED â
â STM_05 : JIHYO : Â ACTIVATED â
â STM_09 : TZUYU: Â ACTIVATED â
The nanochips are sending signals inside NaMoJiTzuâs blood flows. Their neuron systems kick in, they feel surges of emotions they normally donât experience
â Woa, what.. what is happening, I feel.. kinda strange ~~ â Nayeon feels her body is telling her something
â Yoo ~~ I feel.. kinda strange .. but kinda good ~~â Jihyoâs voice sounds lustier
â Heyy ~~ something inside me is kinda weird ~~ Sugoii ~~â Momo feels her body is rushing up
â Oooh, woa, so Iâm not the only one feeling that ~~â Tzuyu is breathing heavily, her body is giving her signs
â Ladies, youâre ok ? â The men ask them
â Ok ? More than ok ~~ â Nayeon winks at them
â Hey boys ~~ You said you like our outfits right ? â Jihyo sips her drinks while asking
â We look great in it right ? Of course we do ~~â Momo compliments herself
â You boys are in for a treat ~~ You should come closer ~~â Tzuyu is luring them
â Woa, ladies, this is ⊠interesting â The men are surprised with their sudden changes in expressions
NaMoJiTzu then separate the men in four different corners, with each of them with a small group of men surrounding them
â I look good in this 2 pieces right boys ~~ â Nayeon is teasing her men, her fingers are running all over her body, licking her lips
â You ever seen a body like mine ? ~~ I have a curvy one right ? ~~ â Jihyo bite her lips, she moves her arms on her breasts making her men keep eyeing on them
â You wonât find a Japanese like me boys ~~ â Momo is luring her men
â Oh I see youâre staring at my body, you sure love it right ??~~â Tzuyu winks at her men, making them internally drooling
â Damn it Nayeon ! Thatâs hot ! â Nayeonâs men are hyping
â Gosh, youâre so fine Jihyo !â Jihyoâs men canât stop their expressions
â Holy, youâre definitely something Momo !â Momoâs men are rushing up
â What the hell, youâre hot Tzuyu ! â Tzuyuâs men canât hold it
Back in the tech room, the women are getting more excited seeing NaMoJiTzu
â DUdeeeee !!! It worked !!!!! â The hoodie woman is incredibly happy she spills her drinks
â What the ?? Howwww ??? Theyâre literally changing haha !!! â The twin tails woman canât believe in her eyes
â I told you, my plan will work hahaha !!! â The hoodie woman laughs in confidence
â Ok, this is seriously better than I thought, sugoi ne â The dark hair woman nods her head in approval
â Told ya, I planned this for nights haha ! You two, tell the drones to raise it up ! Let them go crazier ! â The hoodie woman commands
â Got it Miss ! â The operators proceed, as they control the 4 main drones to direct the wavelengths at NaMoJiTzu
â WAVELENGHTS AT 60% â The AI voice reads out, with the wavelengths exceeding the effect of the nanochips
With the effects kick in, NaMoJitzu are behaving even more lusty, their heart beats are rising, their bodies are feeling the heat, their expressions are getting more and more erotic
â Gosh boys ~~ , donât just stand there, donât you wanna touch my body ? â Nayeon is inviting
â Hey boys ~~, youâre gonna let me wait ? Donât waste me time ~~ â Jihyo is commanding them
â Yoo ~~ You should do something with me now ~~ â Momo flicks her fingers and luring
â Hey ~~ I wonât be here all night boys ~~ Better hurry ~~ â Tzuyu touches her thighs
â Oh no, weâll be there with you now ladies !! â The men do not wait any more seconds
Each group of men then use their hands and gently touch their ladiesâ bodies. Their hands move all over their body features, leaving no place behind, giving the beautiful NaMoJiTzu a start of what to come next.
The men are proceeding further, they start to give their ladies gentle kisses over their delicate features, kissing them from head to toe, not wanting NaMoJiTzu to feel uncomfortable, but rather soft sensations to give them warm-ups before the main events.
Nayeon goes first as her men kiss her through her lips, their fingers are teasing her neck line, running down to the top of her breasts, then moving down to her cute tummy, while some others are feeling her legs up and down. They kiss her from top to bottom, with Nayeon couldnât help out but giggle through their motions.
â Good ~~ Touch me there more please, I like that ~~ â Nayeon is loving it
Jihyoâs men are treating her like a real queen, they kiss her tone body, from her sexy neck and their hands are feeling her big boobs, grabbing her full with their palms, down to her abs line and legs. She likes their touches and the bold movements, as she encourages them to feel her curves, the bolder they get, the more excited she becomes.
â Oh yes ~~ Thatâs right, do it more please, donât hesitate ~~ â Jihyo is enjoying the touches
Momoâs men are loving it, theyâre touching and kissing her as she returns their kisses. Their hands are feeling her abs line and the revealing area of her clothing, grabbing her nice pairs of boobs in awe. Their touches are both rough and delicate, with Momo ensures that they would continue.
â Sugoi ne ~~ Oh yeh I like it ~~ â Momo is complimenting
Tzuyu is finally letting more of her intrusive thoughts kick in. Her body and her mind are getting used to the touches and kisses of her men. Her thighs are being treated with care by her men, she can feel the shivering senses running along her body, with her breathes are deeper and sounding louder over time.
â Thatâs right ~~ Youâre doing well boys ~~ â Tzuyu is appreciating the touches
â You like that Nayeon ? Your perfume is addictive ! â Nayeonâs men are asking
â My perfume wonât be as good as my body ~~ Oh yess touch me there, kiss me there !~~â Nayeon is feeling too good
â Should we do more Jihyo ? Your scent is amazing !! â Jihyoâs men canât stop
â You should be grateful I let you do this ~~Â Ahh yess ~~ Yess ~~ Do it more !~~â Jihyo doesnât want to stop at all
â Momo, youâre just too good !! â Momoâs men are all over her
â Donât be distracted by my perfume ~~ My body is wayyy better ~~ Yess do it more ~~ â Momo commands them
â Damn, Tzuyu, your body, not sure what to describe ! â Tzuyuâs men are lost in words
â Of course ~~ You better enjoy it ~~ Now touch me there and kiss me there more !â Tzuyu is feeling flattered and horny
Over the tech room, the other women are having the time of their lives
â Touch me there and kiss me more ~~~~ Muah Muah Muah â The brown hair woman is mimicking
â Noooooooo stay away from meeeeeee â The twin tails woman shoo her away
â Jesus christ people, get a room lol â The tattoo woman laughs
â Yo, no smooching in here lol, control your hormones â Â The hoodie woman canât stop her laughing
â This feels like simulation games, I like it â The dark hair woman compliments
â Should we raise the wavelength again Miss ? â The 2 operators are still handling the nanochips
â Go for it you dudes, raise it up to 70% then ! â The hoodie woman gives her approval
â Yes Miss ! â The operators once again raise the level up
â WAVELENGTHS AT 70% â The AI voice proceeds
Back to the villa, the four NaMoJiTzu can definitely feel stronger surges inside their blood flows, as the four main drones controlling them are working effortlessly
â Ahhhh ~~~~ yesss, omg my body is feeling itt ~~ but now itâs my turn to touch yours ~~ â Nayeonâs horniness are skyrocketing, she doesnât want to hold back
â Uggghhh, I canât stop myself ~~~ I have to touch yours ~~ â Jihyo is feeling it, her hands are wailing around
â Kimochi nee, now how about I have my fair share of touches ~~ â Momoâs words are starting to be more provocative
â Hey guys ~~ itâs unfair to not letting me touch yours ~~ â Tzuyu is seemingly love it further
NaMoJiTzuâs hands are moving down to the menâs crotches, feeling the forming bulges down their pants. Their fingers are teasing the menâs hardened shafts through their clothes, circling their digits around just to hype up the men, as they can feel the tension hiking up their souls and they cannot hold off their words.
â SHietttt, thatâs hot ! â One man blurts out
â Oh hell yeh !! â Another man spills his words in excitement
â Shieet I feel something !! â Another man feels his sense is tingling
â Ohh of course youâll feel it ~~ Now show me what you have ~~ â Jihyo winks at her men
â Hurry ~~ â Momo is rushing hers as well
â Come onnnn ~~~ Youâre too slowww ~~â Nayeon is running out of patience
â Do it now ~~â Tzuyu is wanting more
The men pull down their pants, their hardened shafats are visible to naked-eyes. The four NaMoJiTzu are fascinated with the variations of their sizes, they have no other choices but to compliment.
â Oh Hooooo ~~ SO manyyyy ~~ â Nayeonâs eyes are open wide
â One⊠two⊠three⊠a lot !! â Momo is counting around
â Thatâs amazing ~~ Havenât seen this much before !! â Tzuyuâs excitement is different from her usual calmer self
â Here goes !!~â Jihyo gets down and ready
The four then kneel down, their hands start stroking over her menâs straightened rods, one after another. Their fingers stimulate the men, touching the tips then along their lengthy sizes, making them undoubtedly harder than they should, with their pre-cum are leaking out.
NaMoJiTzu, each of them has their own ways of handling their men.
Nayeon is teasing, her two small palms are running along her menâs erected dicks, with her eyes are as alluring and inviting as ever, using her tongue to lick their tips and sucking them slowly, giving her men enough tensions. She handles their shafts masterfully, like she has had done this before many times.
â Ahh⊠sooo good !! Nayeon your tongue⊠aghhh shitt !! â The men is growling
â I know right ? ~~ My tongue is the best ~~â Nayeon keeps on with her teases
Momo is a more playful, her palms are moving on a good pace onto her menâs hard shafts, one palm is slightly faster than the other, and vice versa, switching her paces back & forth, so is her mouth & tongue, sucking through their lengths one after another. Her gaze is as playful as her hands, but additional winks are being added to spice things up.
â Wait for it ~~ Thereâs more !â Momo encourages them
Tzuyu is different from her peers, sheâs using softer and more delicate methods. Her mouth is moving with mild paces over her menâs dicks, but her visual and gaze would make them harder than they should. Her fingers are teasing their balls, and the way sheâs sucking would kill any of them in an instant if they couldnât hold off to her.
â Hooolyyy shittttt Tzuyu !! â The men are fighting hard
â Told you Iâll give you a good time ~~ â Tzuyu assures them
Jihyo, with no intention to be slow like her team mates, she sucks her men with great forces, deep down to their dicks and going with strong and fast paces, giving them no mercy. She goes as hard as she can, her head is switching one man after another, and her mouth is working tirelessly without any stoppage time, giving her men an incredible experience.
â Fuckkk !! JIhyooo !!!! Thatâs too good !!!â Jihyoâs men are crying with pleasure
â Hmmmm ~~~ You wonât escape me !!~~ â Jihyo is giving them a great time
NaMoJiTzu are killing their men with their amazing skills. The four of them are pushing the men to their peaks, closing to the first rush of the night. Theyâre cranking their men harder, harder and harder, forcing the men to give out their shots.
â AGhhhhh !!!! Gonna⊠gonna cummm !!! â A man screams out his desperation
â Fuckkk !!!! Canât holddd !!!!!! â Another man is closing to his peak
â SHiiiiiTTTT Gonna cummm gonna⊠!!â One other man is dying from it
And without a doubt, the men are shooting their thick shots all over, with NaMoJiTzu.
Their shots are furiously flying towards their beautiful women, thick cum are latching onto NaMoJiTzuâs faces, dripping all over their beautiful features and some on their outfits as well, decorating them in white.
Over the tech room, the other women are celebrating like they just win the World Cup
â DAamnnnnnnnnnnnn !!!!!!!! They cummmm !!! â The brown hair woman is overly excited, spilling her popcorn
â See ?????? I told you !!!! Gimme your moneyyyyy !!! â The hoodie woman is happy winning the bet
â Yooo, theyâre horny af !!! What the hell ???? And that was just 70% right ?????? â The tattoo woman surprises
â Should we ⊠increase ? â The dark hair woman suggests
â Do it please !! I want them to get messy !!! â The twin tails woman rushes the process
â Alrighhhhtttttt !!!! Yo, raise it up you two !!! Letâs bring it to the REAL level !!!! â The hoodie woman throws her command like a football coach
â Miss, if we raise it up, it will be in the RED zone, would that be ok ? â AN operator asks
â You two wanna test this out too right ?? I mean go ahead do it ! Iâll take responsibility for that, so ⊠GO !â The hoodie woman confirms
â Yes Miss, weâll raise it up ! â The operators then raise the level to the red zone
â WARNING : RED ZONE, WOULD YOU LIKE TO CONTINUE ? â The AI voice asks
â Proceed with 75%, then raise it to 80 % !â The operators confirm
â CONFIRMED, PROCEED TO RED ZONE, WAVELENGHTS AT 75% â The AI voice proceeds to its task
Back to the villa, NaMoJiTzu are getting their hypes up again, while still tasting the cum on their features
â Hey boys ~~ I canât wait no more ~~ You know what to do, take me now ~~ â Jihyo is horny
â Donât let us waitttt ~~ â Nayeon doesnât want to wait at all
â You heard them ~~ What are you waiting for ? â Tzuyu licks her lips and asks
â Come on ~~ Youâre wasting your time ~~ â Momo is luring them
â RIGHTTTT ONNNNNNNN !!!!â
The men then do what theyâve been dying for, each group of men are tasting their respective women like hungry animals, peeling off their womenâs clothing and theirs as well, leaving them all naked, and their outfits are being thrown off all over. They then pull NaMoJiTzu into different corners, ready for the real impact to come, as the four of them are incredibly excited.
Nayeon goes first, as her men put her on all four with her favored position. One man takes the first try, as he lines up right behind her, penetrating his rock-hard dick inside Nayeonâs tight & wet vagina, leaving out moans from both of them. He then proceeds to thrust himself in great paces, leaving Nayeonâs moaning voice louder and louder.
â AGHHHHH !!!~~~~~ Pound meeeee !!!!~~~~~ AGhhhhhhh Pound meeeeee, give it to meeeeee aghhhhhhh ~~~~~ I love ittttt ~~~~~~ Iâm gonna be a starrrrr todayyyyy aghhhhhh ~~~~~â Nayeonâs erotic voice is like a siren, as the men take turn to give her what she wants
â Fuckkk !!! Youâre crazy tighhhttttt Nayeonnn !!!! â The men are switching up and going at full force behind her, her hair is messily flying, her face is reddened and her head is bobbing up and down.
â Hmmm agghhhhh ~~~!!!!! Youâre doing greatttt ~!!!!!! Oh fuckkkk meeeee !!~~~~â Nayeon is crazier now
Over Momoâs corner, the men are lifting her up in one leg, one man takes his first turn with her, his dick is rushing deep and strong into her vagina, going in and out of her straight, with Momoâs moans are the loudest she can be
â KIMOCHIIII !!!!!!!!~~~~ Oohhhh yesssssssssssss !!!~~~~~ More more more !!!~~~ I wanna move like thatttttt !!!~~~~~â Momo is unable to stop her horny self, sheâs taking everything, her tits are bouncing through the rhythm, one of her leg is hanging on the man, the other is struggling to tiptoe to the ground.
â Gonna non-stop pounding you Momo !! Fuckkk !! â The men are giving Momo the time of her life, one after another penetrating the best dancer in Twice with ferocious velocity.
â AGhhh yesssssss ~~~~~~ Sugoiiiiiii !!~~~~~~~ fuckkkkk I love ittt !!~~â Momo is screaming
Jihyo and her men are going their ways, as sheâs bouncing heavily in cowgirl position on top of one man, her tits and hair are defying gravity in every bounce she makes. The man below her doesnât stay still, he thrusts himself upward into her hot vaginaâs wall like a rocket, giving Twiceâs leader the impact she wanted.
â OH SHIIT !!~~ OH SHITTT ~~~!!!! Fuck me that good huhhhh ???!!~~~~ Give me your dickkkk !!!~~~~ GO FULL FORCE !!!~~~ THATâS NOT ENOUGH GO FULL FORCE !!~!!â` Jihyoâs loud voice is hitting high notes, piercing peopleâs ears with her tone as sheâs also lewdly sucking her own nipples while bouncing hard.
â Fuckkkk !!! How can we stop Jihyo ??? NO WAYY !!!â The man and his friends are switching up for Jihyo, wanting to enjoy themselves as much as possible with the curvy woman
â AGHHHHHHH !!!!!! HARDER !!!! GET ADDICTED TO ME !!!!â Jihyoâs command is thunderous and powerful
Lastly, Tzuyu is lying flat on her back, legs are being spread both side, her lower body is being thrusted into the deepest part of her tightened vagina. Her voice is breaking out, competing with her older teammates, surprisingly loud for a rather quiet and reserved woman like her.
â AGggggghhh !! Fuckk ~~~~ I like thattt !!!~~~~ Donât run away from meee !!~~~â Tzuyuâs moans is sounding louder, but still with a delicate touch, her thighs are taking everything bit of thrusts from the man into her
â Gragghhh !! We wonât for sure Tzuyu !!!! FUckkkk !!! â The man and his crew are pounding hard into Tzuyuâs lower body, they canât believe they have this chance with her.
â Yesss yesss !!~~~ Dive iinnnn !!!! Dive innnnn !!~~â Tzuyu is holding onto the menâs bodies, giving them motivations to rush into her
NaMoJiTzuâs moans and screams are clashing through the walls, one could believe if they have superpowers, the entire villa mightâve break down already.
The men from each group are fucking them tirelessly, they are penetrating NaMoJiTzuâs tight walls so hard that, itâs nearly impossible to think how the four of them can handle being thrusted repeatedly by different strangers, without any signs of giving up.
Nayeonâs arms and legs are giving out, her head is down to the floor, butt is pointing straight up, with her men take it as a sign that sheâs fully subsided to her pleasure, with them fucking her straight down, almost ruining her whole.
â AGhhhhh ~~~~ Iâm so full !!!~~~~~~ aghhhhhhhhhhh ~~~~ aghhhhhhhhh ~~~ love ittttâŠ. Love itttt !!~~~~ â Nayeonâs moan sounds desperate
Tzuyuâs body is now being folded up, her legs are close to her upper body, her men is rushing and crushing her to the floor as well. Sheâs taking them with all she can, as the men are pounding the pretty Taiwanese in forces she couldnât fathom.
â Ooohhhh goshhhh !!~~~~ hahhhhh ~~ goossssssshhhhhhhhh ~~~~~ I canât hold onnnn ~~~~ â Tzuyuâs heavy breathing combines with her moans are music to her menâs ears.
Momo is already giving her body to her men, they lift her up fully m, banging her up and down like sheâs hovering mid-air. Her words are breaking, her voice is filled with sexual desire, and her body is hanging on dear life for such intense sexual activities.
Jihyoâs body is tiring out, now she let her men take full control, fucking her upward as her body is leaning back, her mouth is fully opened with erotic moans, her face is messy with strands of hair, her tits are being grabbed by the men. There are no parts in her body that couldnât feel such pleasure and the sound of her breathings are the proof of that.
â Amazinggggg !!!!~~~~~~ Yesss !!~~~ AHHHHHGHHHH !!~~~~~ Iâm getting gooodddd !!!~~~~~ aghhhhhhhhhh !!~~~~~ More of this more of thissss !!!~~~â Jihyo is groaning
The scene inside the tech room now seems like a party, as the other women are yelling and screaming like theyâre witnessing a football match.
â DUdeeeeeee !!!!! Look at Momo !!!!! Sheâs having it goooodddd !!! â The hoodie woman points to the screen
â Damnnnnnnn Jihyo !!! Sheâs gonna be super sore afterwards !!!!! Oh wait, she loves it hahahaha !!!! â The brown hair woman is widly clapping her hands
â Look at Nayeon-unnie haha !! Sheâs soooo lusty !!! Sheâs in her zoneeee !!! â The twin tail and tattoo woman laugh like crazy
â I canât believe Tzuyu gives in.. that easy ?? â The dark hair woman breaks her silence with surprise
â Yo you two, itâs time for the final part ! DO it ! â The hoodie woman gives her command one more time
â Oh yes Miss ! Activate assistant nanochips ! â The two operators tap on the screen
â ASSISTANT NANOCHIPS : ACTIVATED â
With the activations, the assistant drones then fire their own darts at the men around the room, with the assistant nanochips are running in their blood flows as well, just like how NaMoJiTzu got their own. They combine with the four main drones, gaining full control of the situation, amplifying the wavelengths to further levels.
â WAVELENGTHS AT 80% : RED ZONE ACTIVATED â The AI voice activates the dangerous level
And so it begins, the real climax of the night
NaMoJiTzu are fully loosing control
Their hungers for sex & intimacies are pushing their peaks
Their men are also all in, their actions are filled with lusts and desires for their beautiful women.
The villaâs room is now full with erotic screams and moans.
NaMoJiTzu are driving their group of men crazier and crazier.
Nayeonâs men are filling her whole, their hard shafts are occupying all her entrances. She feels it all, the penetrations in her pussy and anal holes, the thrusts in her beautiful lips, the rawness of her men into her.
She moans and screams like a siren singing her song, the echo of her voice could shatter the walls next to her.
â OMMGGGGGGG !!!~~~~ FUCKKKKK !!!!~~~~~~ I WANT IT ALLLLL !!~~~~~ OMG MY BODY FEELS SO ⊠OHHH GOSSSSSHHHHHHHH SOOOâŠ. OH GOSHSSSHHHH SO FUCKING GOOODDDD !!~~~~~~~ FUCK MEEEEE !!!~~~~~~ I FEEEEEEELLLLLL SOOOOOOOOOO GOOODDDDDD OHHH GOSHHHHHHH !!!!!~~~~~â
Momo is reverting back to her native speaking language; her pleasures are greater than any forces combine. Her men are thrusting fast and strong into her holes in repeated velocities, driving her insane.
She screams in ways a person can hardly imagine, as if the decibels of her sounds can make the ground rumbles.
â AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!~~~~ KIMOCHIIIIIIIIIIII !!!!!!!!!!!~~~~~~~ AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!! MY BODY.. MY BODY IS BREAKINGGGGGG AGHHHHHHH !!~~~~~~~ OHHH FUCKKKKKKK KIMOCHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII !!!!!!!!!!!!~~~~~â
Jihyo is pushing her men to the beast mode then can go, waves after waves of thrusting and penetrations are powering into her tight walls, her beautiful tone body sheâs been working hard on for years. Powerful, thunderous and shattering are all the words a person can describe the sex Jihyo is having with her group of men, itâs incredible how she handles many of them at once.
Jihyoâs voice feels like banshee, greater than any of her high notes sheâs been producing with her group mates. One could even imagine she has real super power through her moans and screams.
â OHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKK !!!!!!!!!!~~~~ FUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK⊠MEEEEEEEEEE !!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYY GOSHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!! ~~ AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!! ADDICTED TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEE MORE MORE MORE !!!~~~â
Tzuyu is feeling euphoria, the first time ever in her life. Her men are giving her feelings she never thought sheâll have. Her tight and hot walls are clenching onto their shafts, draining them with her beautiful charms and angelic voice. The menâs souls are completely being hooked into Tzuyuâs body, with their thrusts are going faster and faster each time.
Tzuzuâs native tongue can be heard as well, trading her usual proficiency in language for the sound of her lusts, as if she could create intense soundwaves around the area.
â OHH GOSHHH ~~ OHHH GOSHHHH !!~~~~ OHHH GOSSSSSHHHHH !!~~~~ FUCKKK !!~~~ I FEEELâŠ. I FEEEL SO GREATTT⊠OH FUCKKK ITâS SOO GREATTTTTT !!~~~â
The orgasmic scenery continues for a long while.
NaMoJiTzuâs bodies are glowing thanks to their respective nanochipsâs colors, their blood veins are shining through their breathings and heart beats, like a âmagicalâ source of energy pumping to their inner souls.
Their men are pleasing them with everything they have, switching back and forth with plethora of positions for their beautiful women. There arenât any moment that they leave their women free, filling NaMoJiTzu to the deepest parts of their erotic selves.
â WAVELENGHTS AT 85% ⊠90 % âŠ. 95%.. 100% âŠDANGER⊠DANGER⊠MAX POWER !!!â The AI voice is warning, but nothing can stop them now, as the men and NaMoJiTzu are hitting all their orgasms.
Over the tech room, the mysterious women are cheering like theyâre watching an Olympic Marathon, screaming and shouting NaMoJiTzuâs name like seeing the four competing for the golden medal.
â NAYEON !!! NAYEON !!! NAYEON !!!â
â JIHYO !!! JIHYO !! JIHYO !!â
â MOMO !!! MOMO !!! MOMO !! â
â TZUYU !!! TZUYU !! TZUYU !!!â
NaMoJiTzu are reaching the end of their lusts. Their bodies are turning red, their moans are breaking, their holes are nonetheless sore.
With the final touches, their group of men are at their edges as well, exploding streams and streams of thick cum into the beautiful women in front of them, both inside and outside of their angelic bodies, painting them white and filling them all, leaving the four NaMoJiTzu lying there in orgasms, cum are running onto their facial features, their curvy bodies and leaking out of their opening sore walls, staining the floor below them.
The drones finished their missions, as they shut off completely, leaving only the four main drones still intact.
Group of ninja-looking units are dragging the tiring men away, wrapping them in concealing bags and leaving no traces of them behind.
Hours later after the event, NaMoJiTzu are starting to gaining back their proper states of mind
â hmm⊠what.. just happened⊠oh⊠my headâŠâ Jihyo is waking up
â Why.. do I feel.. so sore.. but ⊠oh no⊠what happened to me .. ?â Nayeon is asking
â It⊠feels strange âŠâ Tzuyu is questioning as well
â hah⊠why⊠why do I feel⊠so messy ..â Momo is touching her body
â Why.. are we⊠all naked ⊠and ⊠what the ⊠so dirty âŠ??â Nayeon canât believe it
â What the⊠why does my body⊠feels bothâŠ. Sored⊠but good.. what did I ⊠what did we just do ? â Jihyo is trying her best to remember
â Yeh⊠why are we⊠looking like this ⊠â Tzuyu is shaking her head
â YOU GUYS DONâT REMEMBER ??? MAANNNNNNNN YOUâRE SOOOO WILD HAHAHA â A voice is talking through the main drones
â HOLY JEEZ, MAN LOOK AT YOU FOUR YOUâRE LOOKING LIKE AN AEROTIC PIECE OF ARTWORK NOW !! â Another voice is talking as well
â HUhhhhhh ?????? whoâs talking ????????â NaMoJiTzu is shocked
Suddenly, the four main drones project hologram images of the women from the tech room, as they slowly reveal themselves, to be, non-others than the rest of Twice members
Jeongyeon â the hoodie woman
Sana â the brown hair woman
Mina â the dark hair woman
Dahuyn â the twin tails woman
Chaeyoung â the tattoo woman
â YOU GUYS TOOK THE BAIT !! HAH, THIS IS FOR KEEP TEASING US OVER THE VICTORIAâS SECRET SHOWS !â Chaeyoung is teasing while laughing
â What theâŠ. WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO US ??? YOU GUYS PRANKED US ??? â NaMoJiTzu is both shocked and angry
â HELL YEEEEEEEEEEHHHHH WE DID !!! YOU SHOULD SEE HOW EASY YOU TOOK THE BAIT !!!! ALL THANKS TO JEONGYEON, BRAVOOOOO !!!!â Sana is teasing as well
â JEONGYEONNNN ?????? YOUâRE BEHIND ALL THISSSSSSSS ???? HOW COULD YOUUU ???â NaMoJiTzu are furious at Jeongyeon
â OHHHH YEHHHH I AM !!! BINGOOOO !!! YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH TEASING US ?? WRONGGGGGGG !! EVEN MINA AGREES YOU SHOULD BE PRANKED HAHA !!â Jeongyeon couldnât stop her laughing
â YOU DESERVED ITâ Mina nods with a rather evil smile
â AND NOW WE HAVE YOUR WILD SEX TAPES ON CAMERA WOOOOHOOOOO !!!! TAKE THAT !!! â Dahuyn is turning on the camera footages, shocking NaMoJiTzu to the core
â YOU FIVE, YOU WONâT GET AWAY WITH THIS !!! â NaMoJiTzu are throwing their belongings towards the hologram projection
â NOW ALL YOU FOUR HAVE TO DO IS APOLOGIZE TO US FIVE, OH YEH, I MEAN IT, IF NOT IâLL LEAK THIS ON THE NET WOOOOSSSSSSHHHH !!!â Jeongyeon is laughing hysterically
â NOOOO !!! â NaMoJiTzu is screaming
â GO ONNNNN !!! APOLOGIZE TO US !!! â Chaeyoung is being a pushover
â FIneeee !!!!! Ok I apologize for teasing you with the weird emojis !!!!â Nayeon goes first
â Iâm sorry for spamming you with dirty memes about the VS shows !!!â Momo quickly follows
â Ughhhh, Iâm sorry for calling you and teasing you with the outfits !! â Jihyo swallows her pride
â I ⊠well, Iâm sorry⊠wonât do that again !!! â Tzuyu is being regretful
â GOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDD !!!! NOW YOU BETTER BEHAVE FOR THE NEXT FEW STAGES OF THE CONCERTS IF YOU WANT ME TO GIVE THE FOOTAGE BACKKK !!! DEAL ?????â Jeongyeon proposes
â DEALLLL !!! â NaMoJiTzu complies
â ALRIGHTTTTYYYYYYY !!!!!!!!!!!!!! SEE YA BACK HOME !!! AND REMEMBER, DONâT EVEN DARE TO TEASE US AGAIN !!!!â Jeongyeon says bye
â MATTA NEEEEEEEE !!!!!!! MUAH MUAH MUAH !!! â Sana is jokingly kissing
â PEACEEEEEE !!!â Chaeyoung finally shuts down the hologram
As NaMoJitzu are cleaning up after themselves
â Ughhhhh, I knew it !! I knew something was weird !!â Nayeon is annoyed
â Gargghhhh, Jeongyeon !!! Iâll get back to you !! â Momo isnât happy and wanting revenge
â Iâm their leader, and I was being PRANKED ???? UGhhhhhhhhhh, Iâll get you Jeong !!!! Iâll get you biggg time !!!â Jihyo is pissed
â Is it bad⊠if I say⊠I kinda like it ..? â Tzuyu surprises the other 3
â What ??? Tzuyu ??? But⊠actually⊠well, me too ~~ I know I was panicked but ⊠I looked hot ~~â Nayeon is having second thoughts
â Really unnie ??? But ⊠yeh I admit I looked hot too lol, strange, now Iâm both pissed and flattered â Jihyo is having mixed reactions
â Iâll get that footage, so us four can enjoy it ehe, you guys agree ? â Momo is being sneaky
â DEAL ~~ â
The four quickly exit the villa with the Ubers, like nothing just happened, with the drones self-destruct right after, clearing any evidences left at the place.
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Word count: 7.5K | Tags: Smut, GangBang, BDSM, Oral, Anal, Strap-Ons, Squirting, Spanking, Rough, Mind Break.
Ryujin opens the door to justice in the shape of Chaeryeong, Lia, and Yuna. Helping to orchestrate Yeji's sentence, she accepts her own fate as painfully and gracefully as possible.
For full context, you can read Spoiled.
This fic takes place between Can't Help Myself and Rent-A-Boyfriend
"Do you really think he'll come here? I'm getting tired of waiting in the dark!" Karina whined on the phone.
"If I'm right about him, he will. Unless he's dead asleep or something, but he replied," Ryujin stated, lying on her couch with Bama and Una, her younger cats, resting over her.
"This guy better be as worthy as you say or⊠I hear some steps running here."
As planned, Ryujin muted herself on the phone, listening attentively while the door opened.
"Ryu?" Hwang Seungdae, the server she now considered a friend, asked loudly enough that Karina's phone picked it up.
"That's a very rude greeting coming from a server," Karina replied to him, chuckling.
"Yeah, sorry. I wasâŠ"
'Lights on,' Ryujin thought, imagining his now familiar flustered face and writing a text while Karina talked.
RJ: I keep my promises. Treat her well and enjoy, dumbass!
"âŠI was not expecting her to tell you she had broken her leg or something. You may want to check that."
Silence. Ryujin scoffed at her phone when she saw the call had ended. "She'd better show me something after she gets home." She rolled her eyes, dropping her phone. "Do you think he'll enjoy Jimin unnie as much as I did the first time?" She smirked at Dallie, her older cat, feeling the judgment in his eyes.
The satisfaction of giving such a treat not to one, but two friends, didn't last. While she had more frequent visits lately from Yeji, Jimin and Sua, these were usually planned. Hearing her doorbell out of the blue felt threatening, even for her pets. Doubtful, she squinted at the peephole of her door before opening it.
"What are you three doing here?" Ryujin asked, signaling Lia, Chaeryeong, and Yuna to step into her apartment. They didn't say a word. Confused, Ryujin guided them to the living room for them to sit.
"What's the problem?" She inquired, noticing more clearly Jisu's regretful face, Chaeryeong's stern expression, and Yuna's curious eyes.
Lia eyed her members, one still trying to find her way with words, the other too shy to express her thoughts to Ryujin. "I'll just say it. We're worried and disappointed with you."
"Excuse me?" Ryujin scoffed with a frown.
Chaeryeong huffed in disbelief. "Oh, you know why," she grimaced in a tone she had never used with her elder.
"I really don't know what you're talking about." Ryujin laughed, even more confused.
"Mr. Hwang," Yuna said quietly, taking any hint of a smile off her friend's face. The whole room went quiet.
"See? You knew perfectly well," Chaeryeong replied with fire in her eyes.
"First, how did you find out?" Ryujin pondered, defeated, resting her elbows on her knees and running her hands through her hair.
"Yeji unnie told me everything after the baseball game. All she did, and all you did," Chaeryeong explained, almost growling. "Also, everything you two did to her. She would not stop talking about how good it felt to pass out like that," she rolled her eyes.
"Why did you do it?" Yuna wondered, silencing the apartment.
Ryujin felt the maknae's big eyes bring back all the emotions she felt that day. The instant regret from the moment he walked into Yeji's apartment, the remorse of not stopping her in every opportunity she had, the guilt invading her whole body the moment she pushed into him, and the shame of losing control of herself by a mere kiss and a few words from Yeji. Then, the desperation when she ran after Seungdae, and his stupid, unbelievable comprehension right after. Yes, he was furious that day, but he still heard her and understood her shitty decisions, showing no apparent resentment towards her. The added fact that he turned out to be IU's boyfriend amplified the sentiment just enough for a tear to shed from her left eye.
"I⊠I'm working on it," Ryujin said weakly, glancing at their faces, demanding more of her. "You know how I feel about Yeji unnie. You know better than me that I can't say no to her. Fuck, even Seungdae oppa noticed that right away," she acknowledged, shaking her head.
"Seungdae oppa?" Chaeryeong scoffed right away, voicing the members' thoughts with her arms crossed. "Are you two close now?"
Ryujin's mouth and eyes shut in thin lines. "He may have spent a night here not long ago," she admitted, avoiding their faces.
"Did you fuck Mr. Hwang?" Yuna almost yelled. "I mean, did he fucked you?" She corrected herself, failing to get past the awkward phrasing.
"Hell no." Ryujin grimaced in half a second. "After⊠I fucked him that day," she said regretfully, "we talked. A lot. He asked me to stay in touch, so I invited him over to drink some wine, and he fell asleep after we emptied a couple of bottles of wine."
"So he's fine with you after what you did?" Lia pondered, trying to comprehend their dynamic.
"We avoid the subject. But yes."
"Still, that doesn't change what you did," Chaeryeong stated after a few seconds of silence, bringing nods from the other members, including Ryujin. "If you wanted him to fuck you as punishment, you would have done it the night he stayed here. What do you propose?"
"And how can we even make Yeji unnie pay for that as well?" Lia chuckled, letting her back fall on the couch.
By Friday, all the pieces fell into place. Lia had booked Seungdae for the following weekend and asked him to pick her up after their practice so he could see them all. Ryujin had ordered a special package, ensuring it would arrive at least a full day before her self-imposed sentence. Chaeryeong and Yuna spoke directly with Yeji, playing with the idea of making Ryujin the center of attention during their next group time in the dungeon.
"But she's a pleaser. She'll want to please us as well," the leader murmured.
"What if we tie you up for her?" Yuna grinned, biting her lower lip.
"She could eat your cunt while we take care of Ryujin unnie." Chaeryeong nodded, bringing a smile to Yeji's face.
As discussed, Ryujin agreed to the proposal. "I'll be in your hands, then. Except for you, unnie. You will be in mine," she winked at her and smirked at the rest of the group, sealing her own fate as well as Yeji's.
Thursday arrived. Secretly, Lia and Yuna approached Ryujin, offering options taken directly from the maknae's drawer.
"Come on, it will help you even if you squeeze a tiny bit of it up your butt," Lia insisted, showing her the lube bottle labeled with an'S8' and the small silicone douche kit in the bag.
"That would not be fair. And Chaeryeong knows that trick. She'd find out right away." Ryujin replied.
"I've got other options she doesn't know about. Ideal for your muscles to relax," Yuna said playfully.
"No, darling. I appreciate it, but I need to do this the right way," Ryujin stated, holding their hands. "I take it you two will go easy on me?"
"You know we will," Lia smiled gently with a nod before turning to see Yuna.
"I'll try, I swear, but you know I can't control myself after a certain point," the maknae pouted.
"Then forget about it and do whatever you want with me," Ryujin smirked warmly, pulling the tall girl in for a hug.
Practice went as usual, except that Lia had taken her pet, Bella, along, and that Yeji and Chaeryeong left first to prepare the dungeon. The rest of the group spared some time, enough for them to make a quick stop at Ryujin's to collect the package before catching up with them in Yeji's apartment.
"She's ready," Chaeryeong welcomed them with a wide grin on her face, sitting on one of the couches and playing with Yeji's panties while Lia let Bella run towards Yeji's pets to play.
Curious, Ryujin led the way to the dungeon. "Well, hello, unnie," she smirked at the sight of Yeji, already naked, tied to the X-cross, smiling with a blush on her cheeks.
Ryujin got lost in her slim figure, her short hair, and the willingness in her face. Knowing she would have no control over her near future, she locked eyes with her and kissed her fondly.
The tenderness of the kiss took Yeji aback, but she matched the warmth, closing her eyes and enjoying Ryujin's hands running from her neck down to her waist as their tongues danced together. By the time she reopened her eyes, the members were already stripping Ryujin of her clothes, forcing them to break their kiss to remove her t-shirt. Fully naked, they locked eyes and kissed again, this time more passionately.
While her friends got rid of their clothes and murmured something about Yuna's ass, Ryujin focused on Yeji, pulling her as close to her as she could, hand going down to her bush, carefully trimmed just like she liked it, then further down to her already wet folds.
"I'm not sure who was more eager for this," she chuckled with her, shoving her ring and middle fingers inside the leader's pussy, taking her moan directly in her lips. Knowing every button in Yeji's body, Ryujin knelt, kissing her body until her face was right in front of her friend's cunt, inhaling her musk, feeling her moisture and heat.
'You're so damn weak,' she thought to herself, feeling her scent fill her lungs and fuel her lust in an instant before reaching for those drenched petals and her clit, fingering her with all her skills to make her surrender to pleasure. In a minute, Ryujin got Yeji to the edge of her orgasm, and determined to give her that at least, she did her best to make her explode.
Unfortunately for both, Chaeryeong pulled Ryujin away at the same time Lia blindfolded Yeji, and Yuna placed a bullet vibrator in the lowest setting right on the leader's clit, locking it in place with microfoam tape.
"What? No! Please, please, please!" Yeji begged, slowly losing the trembling of her hips. "Why? Please! Chaeryeongah! Let her finish, please! Juliayah! I've been good!"
"Sorry, unnie," Yuna whispered in her ear. "Hold on to that orgasm from now on," she said sweetly, kissing Yeji's cheek and pinching her nipples.
"Why? She wanted me to cum! This was for her!" The short-haired woman whined, trying to free her wrists from her shackles.
Chaeryeong scoffed, appreciating the nod from Ryujin. "Before anything, love, know that we love you two. And please remember that for the next week."
"Next week?" Yeji let out in panic.
"Spoilers," Lia yelled from the back.
"Remember what you two did to Mr. Hwang?" Chaeryeong asked the leader, mouthing 'Seungdae oppa' to Ryujin. "Well, we could not really think of a way to make you pay other than this," she chuckled, tickling Yeji's bush with her nails.
"D-did he ask you to do this?" Yeji asked, half mad, half confused.
Ryujin shook her head. "It was allâ"
"My idea!" Yuna interrupted, drawing everyone's attention with the thunderous sound of a whiplash, winking at Ryujin. "He didn't say anything, but we could not let that slide."
"You are in big trouble," Yeji huffed, shaking her head, but giving up on getting free.
"I'm looking forward to that!" The maknae bit her lip, imagining her future and showing her skills with the single-tailed whip, lashing one of Yeji's nipples.
That shut the leader's mouth completely.
"Are you crazy?" Lia asked her silently, receiving a proud and playful nod from Yuna before she reminded her of the thick silicone butt plug she carried up her ass since their practice, pulling it out just enough to show its girth, then shoved it back inside her rectum.
"Unnie?" Chaeryeong called Ryujin, patting on the custom tantra chair, taking her out of the trance caused by maknae's anal skills.
She nodded, walking towards it, accepting her friend's help to lie on the piece of furniture just like Seungdae did that time; face up, ass on the highest point of the chair with her feet resting on the handles, and shoulders resting on the padded tubes, stopping her whole body from slipping down.
"You still have your safe words, remember," Chaeryeong whispered into Ryujin's ear. After her quiet yes, she called her elder to take over.
"Do you really want me to sit on your face?" Lia smirked, gazing down at her friend.
"I'd be offended if you didn't," Ryujin chuckled, making her smile shyly before she straddled over her face. Happily, she welcomed her fat pussy lips, using her hands to help her maintain her level. Understanding her place in the dungeon, Ryujin relaxed her body and let the members use her, focusing on enjoying what she could, and, right there, that was Jisu's nectar.
While she savored her friend's addictive juices, Lia and Chaeryeong moved Ryujin's legs, gently holding her pelvis to keep her in the air. In a coordinated attack, both women latched onto her groin.
Jisu wasted no time, mirroring the way Ryujin ate her cunt, remembering each other's weak spots, focusing on the journey rather than looking for an orgasm. Chaeryeong, however, had full access to Ryujin's puckerhole. Aiming to confuse her elder's mind, she licked her butthole playfully, contrasting with Lia's slow licks and kisses.
"You should see how cute Ryujin unnie's feet wrinkle thanks to them!" Yuna whispered in Yeji's ear. She was next to her, letting her bare skin rub against the leader. Yuna rubbed her own clit with her left hand, at times playing with her piercing while she gently brushed Yeji's wet slit, eyes focused on her friends. "When was the last time you licked Ryujin unnie's asshole?"
"I⊠I don't know," Yeji scoffed, moving her hips in an attempt to feel more of the maknae's fingers.
"Well, Chaeryeong unnie is having a feast, and I am next," Yuna declared, refraining from touching her friend's pussy to a minimum while she described in detail the show she was witnessing.
Despite Ryujin's strong focus, she quickly gave up on preserving her sanity. She got lost on the tickling of Chaeryeong's tongue going in and out of her rectum, then tracing the circumference of her small gape, followed by Lia's sloppy kisses across her slit, adding random licks through her folds; the combined motions plus her own willingness to forget about any control, caused Ryujin's arms to fail for a moment, resulting in Jusu's butt almost smashing her face.
Sharing a complicit look, Lia and Chaeryeong upped their game. The former let her crotch rest firmly on Ryujin's face, grinding hard on it, suffocating her friend, who didn't seem to mind and dedicated her lips and tongue to devour Jisu's cunt. The latter fucked Ryujin's ass with her tongue, spreading her buttcheeks to reach as deep as she could, keeping her fingers close to her friend's plump pussy lips to massage them.
Right when Ryujin's hips began to shake, both women left her alone, allowing one desperate moan to fill the room, followed by the loud thud of her hips falling on the tantra chair. A bit disoriented by the lack of air, she gasped at the sudden insertion of Lia's fingers up her ass. Three slim fingers, taking full advantage of Chaeryeong's saliva until Ryujin was able to focus on Lia's kind smile.
Lia pretended to think for a moment, wiggling her digits inside Ryujin's butthole before pushing them upwards so her walls moved visibly through her pussy. She leaned forward to give her drenched petals a profound lick and a kiss on Ryujin's clit before pulling out her fingers. She knelt next to Ryujin's face. "You'll get more in just a minute," she giggled quietly, sharing a kiss filled with her own juices.
Chaeryeong wiped Ryujin's ass dry, making eye contact with her as the last bit of confirmation, which came with a subtle nod and lips pursed in a thin line. She ogled her friend's drenched cunt and winking puckered hole, then quickly glanced at the other members, both encouraging her, one with a wide grin and excited nod, the other with a doubtful shrug, hand pointing to Ryujin's expectant face.
Exactly as requested, Chaeryeong was already wearing a strap-on, and after an audible sigh, she thrust forward slowly, shoving the same six-inch dildo from that day with Seungdae.
"Fuck!" Ryujin grunted, feeling her ass burn slightly at every inch of silicone entering her rectum. Her grunt, however, was not from pain, but lack thereof. She was hoping to replicate the same feeling she regretted causing on Seungdae; however, her own experience with the members, particularly Yeji and Yuna, had made the six-inch dildo entering her butthole bearable, even dry.
"You okay?" Lia whispered, caressing Ryujin's hair while she nodded, showing her frustration. Reluctantly, they leered at Chaeryeong, nodding one last time, prompting her to hold Ryujin's thighs, one on each arm, and ram her ass, smirking at the instant reaction from her elder.
The burning increased due to the lack of lubricant and the friction, causing Ryujin to grip Lia's hand as she endured the punishment of her own making; one that soon disappeared thanks to her body's memory, adapting quickly to the rough fucking. "This won't do," she murmured, looking desperately at Jisu.
Understanding what she needed, Lia kissed her friend gently until she felt her moans coming out. No words, just a complicit stare, and she stood up, ensuring Yuna would have a good view to describe everything to Yeji.
With Ryujin's moans slowly filling the room, Jisu playfully slapped Ryujin's pussy before spreading her folds and shoving two fingers into her cunt, triggering her first whimper, one that she could not contain despite her best efforts.
Ryujin let herself go, staring at Yuna and Yeji while her moans soared freely, prompting Yuna to finger herself, mirroring Lia's tempo, describing the scene to Yeji, who could only bite her own lip as her arousal grew.
'Not yet, unnie,' Ryujin thought, feeling Jisu's fingers hit her G-spot, whilst her free hand slid towards her clit.
This time, neither stopped. They kept fucking her and rubbing her sensitive bean until Ryujin came, releasing a weak stream of squirt on herself as her legs trembled in Chaeryeong's arms, fingers and toes stretching and contracting erratically until Ryujin regained a bit of self-control.
No resting time for her.
Lia quickly changed places with Yuna, shoving her drenched fingers into Yeji's mouth, appeasing her desperation with the taste of Ryujin's juices.
Meanwhile, the younger members hoisted Ryujin from the tantra chair, only to lock her to a cushioned pillory, assembled from the bed's frame, with a chain running through the roof. Chaeryeong spanked Ryujin's ass before catching up with Lia to tease Yeji's weak spots. Yuna, however, sucked the spherical end of the hook attached to the chain, coating it with her saliva before shoving it up her beloved unnie's ass, forcing her to keep her hips up despite her lack of strength in her legs.
"Shin Yuna!" Ryujin whined, rubbing her knees together with her ankles pointing outward.
"Too much?" Yuna whispered with genuine concern, holding her face lovingly, making Ryujin chuckle.
"No," she panted. "What did I tell you?"
"To do whatever I want with you?" The maknae pouted, doubtful, staring into her eyes.
"Make me regret telling you that," Ryujin replied with a wicked grin, lips trembling the same way they did before they kissed.
"I'll pretend to be sorry," Yuna smiled widely after their tender kiss, jumping off the bed and spanking Ryujin's buttocks so hard her own hand burned. She stopped to admire her playground, biting her lips as the imprint of her palm came to life.
Yes, Yuna had fucked Ryujin hard in private, with and without a strap on, but Ryujin always had clear limits with her, inverting the roles whenever the line was crossed. Not knowing when the opportunity would present again, if that were even a possibility, Yuna meditated on her next move, loving the way her beloved friend wiggled her ass impatiently, showing her butthole stretching vertically thanks to the metal hook.
The maknae kissed Ryujin's behind right before she lashed her ass repeatedly with a soft leather whip with nine braided tails, taking a couple of seconds between her strikes to appreciate Ryujin's whimpers and the way her legs twisted at the sudden sting. Always attentive to the established safe words and signs, Yuna continued, ensuring the tips landed on her buttcheeks, sometimes aiming at her cunt.
Ryujin withstood it all, whimpering, hissing, and cursing louder at every impact, unaware if every hit burned more because of Yuna's increasing force or because of how sensitive her skin got. While her legs had stopped shaking because of her orgasm, making the hook in her ass slightly more comfortable, her hips shuddered erratically after every strike, bringing a mixture of shame and satisfaction to her mind.
"I am actually impressed," Chaeryeong whispered from the X-cross.
"I don't think I've ever seen an ass so red," Lia chuckled.
"At least let me see," Yeji whined before yelping at the precise lashing of her pussy. "SHIN YUNA!" Yeji yelled after a muted cry, receiving another hit, so sudden and loud it startled the other members.
"Would you prefer me to ignore you?" The maknae scoffed, taking a wooden paddle covered in thick leather to spank Yeji's slit with it.
The leader grimaced at the pain, but swallowed her words and spread her legs, offering her cunt to her without saying anything.
"That's what I thought." Yuna spanked her pussy again, giggling before licking the line of juices that stuck to the paddle. She turned back towards Ryuijn, making her jump with a gentle touch on her buttcheek.
Ryujin felt Yuna's hands run through her hips before they pressed her fingers twice on her flesh; the same gesture she used on the maknae to ask without words if it was okay to continue when the roles were reversed. Surprising herself and Yuna, Ryujin nodded quickly, arching her back to raise her ass, unleashing a series of hard spanks with the paddle that slowly approached her pussy until one hit landed flat on her vulva.
Yuna left the paddle firmly pressed on Ryujin's cunt, loving the way she trembled while she approached her locked head in the pillory. "Too much?" She pondered, slowly removing the object, watching Ryujin hesitate to shake her head. One more slap, just as precise. "It's really going to hurt later," she warned her, giving her two seconds before another strike.
Her fist clenched tightly. "I've given you worse, and you're fine," Ryujin sneered, holding a yelp after an even harder spank.
Yuna took a moment to see the paddle, drenched in her elder's nectar. Even if her own sadistic side wanted to continue, considering that the next part of her punishment could be too much, she stopped. "Unnie, next time we're alone, can I use the strap on you after you use it on me?" Yuna asked, whispering in Ryujin's ear.
"You really want to fuck me hard, don't you?" She giggled quietly, feeling Yuna's hands run through her bare torso and her pussy, making her aware of how wet her folds were. "Make me cum, and you can fuck me now," Ryujin murmured, trying to see Yuna's eyes.
A quick peck on the top of her head, and the maknae jumped to kneel behind Ryujin's bright red ass. Carefully, Yuna helped her elder raise her hips and removed the metal hook, sucking the ball that was inside Ryujin's butt before digging her nails to spread her asscheeks. Yuna scanned her dripping cunt while pink lines formed where her nails passed. She leaned to catch the strands of nectar before they fell to the floor. Gently, Yuna licked Ryujin's slit, and then devoured her puckered hole, reaching for her friend's nipples.
While Ryujin had never doubted Yuna's hunger or skills, she always found it amusing how every part of the maknae's body was made for sex. From head to toe, Yuna had worked on her whole existence to please others, and, of course, herself. Her mouth, however, excelled in every aspect. Dick, cunt, or ass, no matter what she had in front of her, Yuna would eat it, finding the person's weak points and pushing them to make them explode whenever she wanted. The fact that Ryujin was moaning loudly, relaxing her anal walls unconsciously but had not cum yet, only meant Yuna was enjoying her meal.
"Unnie, when was the last time Yuna ate your butt?" Chaeryeong asked Yeji, fingers caressing the leader's asshole.
"T-two months?" she replied, arching her back in an attempt to allow access to her friend's curious fingers.
"Really?" Lia scoffed. "She ate mine yesterday. Although definitely not like she's eating Ryujin's," she scoffed, smiling at her pale friend.
"Would you like it?" Chaeryeong smiled, removing her finger from Yeji's rectum and licking it clean. Jisu, perplexed, didn't say anything, but accepted her hand. "We'll be right back."
"What? Don't leave me like thisâŠ"
While Yeji continued whining, Chaeryeong took Lia to the bed and placed a pillow directly under Ryujin's face.
Jisu sighed but followed along, fixing the pillow until her lips reached Ryujin's needy mouth, pulling her for a kiss as she raised her legs so Chaeryeong could dive into her groin. When she did, Lia released a moan into Ryujin's lips.
Yeji gave up, but her frustration and lust kept growing. Unable to see anything, she heard it all. Yuna's heavy breathing and occasional grunting while her skillful tongue ventured inside Ryujin's delicious asshole; Ryujin's agitated moans, muffled in Lia's lips while their lips smacked with each other. She noticed Jisu's whimpers change in intensity at the same time her ears caught the sloshing, surely coming from Chaeryeong, fingering Lia's pussy.
Yuna noticed Ryujin's response to Lia's fierce kiss, and she acted accordingly. Taking a last tour through her friend's wrinkled hole, she took a moment to admire her creation and imagine how damaged Ryujin's behind would look the following day.
The maknae fixed Ryujin's position, arching her back just a little more to have better access to her fat cunt. She didn't rush. The first deep lick at Ryujin's petals made her hips shudder, bringing audible joy to Yuna, who, despite having an immense thirst for her friend, savoured every crease of her folds. At the same time, she slowly fingered Ryujin's ass, expertly avoiding any damage with her nails despite how quickly and deeply her digits went inside of her friend.
Ryujin melted, feeling Lia's fingers intertwine with her own while their lips demanded more of each other, focusing all her conscious strength on her hips and legs. Not only was Yuna building a powerful orgasm for Ryujin, but she was edging her until her mind clouded in pleasure so intensely she barely registered Jisu's reaction when Chaeryeong's tongue and fingers pushed her to her climax.
What Ryujin noticed was the maknae's sudden stop.
Yuna sucked her fingers, coated in Ryujin's bitter flavor, leaving them as clean as she could before swiftly shoving them back into her elder's pussy. Before Ryujin could say anything, Yuna locked her clit in her lips and fingered Ryujin so precisely that her legs gave up.
To Chaeryeong's surprise, Yuna held Ryujin's weight with her left arm, allowing the motions of her mouth and digits to continue, gifting Ryujin an orgasm so good that her cunt sprayed Yuna's face over and over again.
Chaeryeong witnessed the bliss on Ryujin's face until her friend's moans returned, in a tone so sweet and dreamlike that she found it utterly adorable.
"Are you ready for the last part?" Lia asked, holding Ryujin's hair away from their faces to see her whiskers showing. Ryujin took a moment to reply, during which Yuna walked to Yeji, aggressively taking her face to kiss her, feeding her some of Ryujin's nectar, taking the leader's lust through the roof.
"I d-didn't get spa-spanked and lashed that h-hard⊠For you three to s-stop now," Ryujin grinned, trying her best to level herself to avoid choking on the pillory.
Having heard that, Chaeryeong took the newly arrived surprise from a drawer and went to Yuna, slapping her ass and nodding at her. While the maknae went with Ryujin to prepare her, wiping her pussy and butt dry, not caring for her hypersensitivity of the moment, Chaeryeong stood face to face with Yeji, noticing the puddle of juices her cunt had formed after dripping untouched for so long.
"Now you want me to fuck you?" Yeji huffed, lips showing her anger, cheeks flushed in arousal.
Chaeryeong chuckled, adjusting the straps around Yeji's waist. "We said Ryujin unnie would be the center of attention, don't you remember?" the pale woman replied, confusing the leader after adding a second layer to her groin.
"And you haven't played with her yet," Lia said with a shy smile, removing the blindfold from Yeji's eyes, winking at her as she stepped away so she could see Ryujin's red ass, held in place by Yuna's hands.
Shocked by the visuals, particularly the sticker that kept her friend's pussy shut, Yeji was out of words for a moment, letting the members release her from the shackles of the X-cross. Then, she glanced down at her own body, noticing the eight-inch-long dildo attached to the strap-on Chaeryeong had put on her. "You're kidding," Yeji growled, feeling the chastity belt under the strap.
"Sorry, love. You didn't leave us any other way to punish you," Jisu smiled warmly at her.
"Come on, unnie!" Yuna grinned, slapping Ryujin's butt, prompting her hips to tremble. "You know how good she'll feel."
Yeji scoffed with fire in her eyes. "Lube her up," she ordered, breathing loudly.
"No debt goes unpaid," Chaeryeong whispered in the leader's ear. "You should know that better than most."
"You'll fuck her dry. I already loosened her a bit," Yuna chuckled, easily shoving three fingers in Ryujin's ass, pulling her hips upwards to keep her groin fully displayed.
"You'll pay for this, Shin Yuna," Yeji declared, shaking her head and lining up the dildo with Ryujin's butthole.
"Oh, you can do anything you want to me to close this cycle of debts," the tall girl grinned, taking her fingers out of Ryujin and savoring them as the leader pressed the dildo's tip against her friend's small gape. "I'll be on my best behaviour for you until next week," Yuna whispered mischievously, slapping Yeji's ass so hard she lost her balance, causing, perhaps, the closest equivalent to what Ryujin made Seungdae go through.
Yeji had understood the true meaning of Yuna's words. The mere thought of 'one week in chastity' proved enough to mute her senses for a second, which served to make her fall forward with the maknae's spank, shoving half of the fake phallus into Ryujin's rectum.
The whole dungeon went quiet until Ryujin released her sharp grunt five seconds later. Her hips trembled involuntarily; her rim burned like hell. Even if the dildo was just halfway in, the girth was something she was not used to, much less without a slow increase in diameter, much less without lubricant. Despite that, the sensitivity from her previous orgasm tainted the pain with enough pleasure for her to find a sick enjoyment in her punishment.
To everyone's surprise, Ryujin pushed herself up, putting so much effort into her core that she managed to lift Yeji, taking another dry inch of the toy while Yeji helped her stand. "Do it," Ryujin huffed, prompting Yeji to lean forward, careful not to add any more weight onto her, signaling the worried members to stop.
"You really want it?" Yeji whispered, tugging Ryujin's hair as she leaned into her ear.
"Y-yes," she replied honestly, drowned in Yeji's lust, attentive to Yeji's tone, grip, and hand hugging her chest.
"This whole thing was your idea, wasn't it?"
"Yes," she admitted, failing to raise her hips a bit more.
Yeji giggled as quietly as she could. "Have I tell you I love you?" She purred, stretching to kiss Ryujin's cheek and bite her earlobe, pushing another inch into her.
The guttural gasp took Ryujin's chuckle out of her lips. "T-tell me that when you're n-not drunk in lust, and I may b-believe it."
"You better," Yeji murmured, biting her ear, pulling slightly out as she stood up, spreading Ryujin's buttcheeks. She shook her head, sticking her tongue out while she stared at her partner's scratched rimhole tightly hugging the toy's girth.
"Fuck her good, and we'll free you after Lia comes back," Chaeryeong giggled, giving the blonde woman a peck on the cheek, causing her to turn to see Jisu nodding with the keys.
The following thrust went in so fast, hard, and deep that Ryujin released a gasp so sharp it took away all her breath, leaving her mute while her ass took all eight inches inside her. As expected, Yeji released her frustration on her, ramming her butt, making their flesh clap, fucking Ryujin's consciousness out of her.
The scene impressed the other members, especially Chaeryeong, who was too stunned to speak. Lia, however, noticed Yeji's toes gripping the slippery floor and saw a potential accident. With Yuna's help, she unmounted the pillory, raising the piece of furniture that kept Ryujin in place so quickly that Yeji pushed her into the bed, using her friends' assistance to continue fucking her relentlessly until both were lying on their right side.
"We lost them," Jisu declared.
"You think she'll fuck me like that on Monday?" Yuna smirked excitedly, watching Yeji hold Ryujin's leg upward, giving them and the cameras in the room a clear view of the act.
"Will Ryujin unnie be okay?" Chaeryeong asked.
"Tonight, yeah. TomorrowâŠ" Lia shook her head with a subtle smile.
Ryujin had already gone well past her pain. The way Yeji rammed her ass, hugging her so tightly with her free arm, hitting her womb from the right angle, and listening to her heavy breathing hit all the right buttons for her consciousness to drift away slowly.
What was left was, for the other members, an impressively submissive side of Ryujin they had never seen. Her moans, whimpers, and grunts came so freely they varied from deep to sharp depending on the leader's will. Her hips rocked back and forth, desperately trying to take the whole dildo into her guts as fast and hard as possible. And her face reflected the bliss that overflowed her system until the pleasure in her body made her shiver.
Yeji had managed to fuck an orgasm out of Ryujin from blowing her ass, just like Ryujin had blown hers many times before; a personal goal of hers. However, right before she exploded, she felt her partner's body freeze and contract for a second, followed by a river of fluids running through their legs, finally adding that missing lubricant to the dildo.
"WhaâŠ" Ryujin mouthed in a gasp, still too far gone in the gates of her stolen climax to understand what Yuna said as she held the sticker freshly ripped from her pussy. She glimpsed the strap-on and stared at the maknae's big eyes and lips moving. Ryujin nodded, accepting the fate she had forged for herself.
For a moment, she was unaware of where her body was and what her limbs were doing; she only saw a pale hand pushing her to her left, followed by the warmth of Yeji's skin in her back, and a sudden stretch, splitting her core in half as Yuna approached her face.
A muted whimper exited her lips while her insides reshaped, bringing back her lost orgasm in full by the time Yuna's lips met Ryujin's.
Drowning in her own pleasure, Ryujin let herself lie flat over Yeji, who held her waist firmly in place. Then, Yuna's lips drifted to the left of her neck the same way Yeji did, attacking Ryujin from both sides while they both fucked her without giving her rest, prolonging her climax so much she did not comprehend when the new orgasm began.
"Hm?" Yuna continued pounding Ryujin's cunt, turning at the sensation of someone pulling her plug out of her butthole, finding Chaeryeong, already equipped with her own strap-on, one that matched the girth of her toy. "You read my mind," she grinned, changing her angle to present her gaping hole to her friend.
"The usual?" Chaeryeong asked, pulling her red hair from the roots, shoving the toy inside of her, instantly ramming her ass.
Lia contemplated the mayhem in front of her: Yeji, holding the whole act on top of her, showing her desperation through her panted grunts, still trying to rock her hips; Ryujin, toes spread wide, holes probably as sensitive as an open nerve, too far gone to know how hard she was pulling the maknae's nipples just to continue kissing her; Yuna, rejoicing in the bits of pain while she made out with her beloved friend, swirling their tongues inside each other's mouths while she kept fucking Ryujin so hard the wet stain in the sheets grew by the second; and Chaeryeong, syncing her thrust with Yuna's to give her that extra push against Ryujin's insides, bringing a whisper of a grunt out of her elder, giggling as she kept the whole structure from falling.
"Can't be helpedâŠ" Jisu told herself with a smirk, trying to focus on her upcoming free days, venturing onto the bed to pull Yeji's head just enough to meet her eyes, knowing the effect she had on the leader.
Her warm smile disarmed Yeji's furious glare, mumbling in desperation before her right hand reached for Lia's pussy, shoving two fingers inside of her. Jisu yelped and laughed, leaning closer. They ogled each other's lips, and Lia kissed her, turning into the vessel of Yeji's lust, impressed by how good her fingers felt inside her slick walls.
Chaeryeong's position allowed her to see the end of it. Lia had exploded in Yeji's hand, taking her face to calm her down through soft, tender kisses as she swayed her fat pussy on the leader's palm. Yuna had cummed from having her own asshole destroyed while she drilled Ryujin's cunt, resulting in a powerful squirt and thrusts so hard that Ryujin's legs shut around the maknae's torso.
Slowly, and not caring for the torturous waves of pleasure it represented, she pulled Yuna's hair again after untangling Ryujin's legs from her. "Aftercare," she whispered, getting a sweet hum from Yuna, then removing the dildo from her butt, taking the liberty of shoving four fingers inside of her, moving them freely. "You're truly something else," Chaeryeong scoffed, shutting her gape with the same plug Yuna had arrived with.
"I worked hard for it." The maknae blinked flirtily before withdrawing her own strap from Ryujin's pussy just as slowly as she pulled her friend's stiffened fingers from her nipples, stretching them until they slipped out of Ryujin's digits. Yuna bit her lips, admiring her elder's drenched folds pulsating and gaping while her rim still hugged the large dildo inside of it. Right when she leaned in to eat that cunt, Chaeryeong yanked her hair to stop her.
"Seriously?" She scoffed with a wide smile.
"It's not like she'll be mad about it," the maknae pouted as they took off their straps.
"Yeji. She needs to breathe, too," Chaeryeong replied.
Right there, Ryujin had no clear thoughts. The only thing she was fairly aware of was that her pussy was empty. The hands that held her made her shudder, bringing strong waves of electricity that expanded throughout her whole body, taking away any possible consciousness she could have regained. Soon, her butthole was also empty, gaping as she rested in a cold area of the mattress.
"DripâŠ"
"Let me. My treat," Ryujin heard Lia say before Yuna giggled.
"Are you dripping too much?" The maknae asked softly, caressing her hair and cupping her cheek, enough for another spasm to run through her body.
Ryujin nodded weakly, eyes barely focusing on Yuna's before a high-pitched cry came out of her lungs and her legs shut tightly around Lia's head. She tried to let her go, but she had no strength left in her.
"It's okay." Yuna grabbed her by the chin. "We'll kiss you until you can talk again."
With Lia and Yuna taking care of Ryujin, Chaeryeong made eye contact with Yeji. "Still got fuel in you?"
"What do you think?" Yeji scoffed, tilting her head.
"I haven't cum yet," Chaeryeong smirked, lying on the tantra chair and spreading her legs.
Ryujin was the first one to fall asleep, unaware of what the other members did to exhaust Yeji's energy until she also dozed off in Lia's arms. Yuna and Chaeryeong, however, took care of Yeji's and Lia's pets, even taking the chance to take a proper shower together before sleeping on the leader's bed.
A soft grunt woke up Yeji, making her conscious enough to feel the chastity belt she still had. The same grunt again, and she recognized Ryujin trying to move, prompting her to roll towards her, careful not to wake Lia up.
"That bad?" She whispered.
Ryujin sighed in defeat and nodded. "Did it ever hurt this bad for you?" She asked softly.
Yeji could not help but smile, wiggling her way to hug her. "Doubt it. They always lubed me up pretty well," she explained quietly. "Do you feel better at least?" She pondered, tapping on Ryujin's heart.
"I think so. I'm sure this hurts way more than what we made him go through."
"He didn't cum as hard as you," Yeji grinned, reaching for her cheek to give her a peck. "Or as long." Another peck. "Or as many times."
"You were not even conscious by then." Ryujin rolled her eyes before staring at Yeji's face, melting at her gentle smile. "How did you know?"
Yeji grinned widely and got even closer to kiss her. "Jisu would never think of anything like this. Chaery may start the fire, but she would have stopped at the spanking. Yuna would never think of hurting you unless you tell her first." Another tender kiss. "Unless Mr. Hwang and his pretty, veiny cock are behind this, it's only you."
"Are you mad at me?"
"HmmmâŠ" Yeji pursed her lips, playfully cuddling with Ryujin. "Just a bit. You got me all worked up, and you won't finish the job until Monday," she murmured, running her slim fingers through her partner's hair.
"You haven't asked if I'm free after practice," Ryujin purred with a smirk, receiving a confident scoff from Yeji as a response. "Will you take it out on me?" she pondered, fear showing through her voice.
Yeji huffed, shaking her head. "Do you really think I could?" she asked, offended, in her usual volume, quickly pursing her lips, afraid she might have woken Lia up. "I could never!" she murmured. "Plus, Yuna is already expecting me to go rough with her. I'll pretend to be mad at them until they take this off of me," she added, yawning and snuggling her face on Ryujin's neck, kissing it tenderly.
"Thank you for understanding," she exhaled, closing her eyes.
"It's only because I love you," Yeji whispered sweetly in her ear before pretending to be asleep.
Chills ran through Ryujin's body. She took a moment to digest her words, repeating them in her mind as she felt her breath on her neck. "What?" She uttered, half-sitting quickly in an attempt to see as much of Yeji as she could.
"You want to hear it so badly your ass doesn't hurt anymore?" Yeji smiled kindly, then opened her eyes and stared directly into Ryujin's. "I love you."
"I-I told you not to say it if you were lustingâŠ"
"I am not," she replied sweetly and calmly. "Come, I'm sure it hurts to sit like that," Yeji helped her lie down on the mattress, taking her place in Ryujin's neck. "I just wanted you to know." She kissed her cheek and hugged her tightly. "You don't have to say it back if you're not ready."
Astonished and feeling her heart pounding loudly with Yeji's hand right over it, Ryujin tried to say it back, but the words couldn't come out. Flustered, she could not help but smile. "W-want to spend the weekend together?" She managed to mumble so quickly and quietly that she doubted if she actually did.
"Mhmm. That'd be perfect." Yeji gave her another peck on the cheek, then pulled her head for one last kiss on her lips. "Try to sleep. You still have to dance tomorrow," she giggled quietly.
Author's notes: I know some of you are expecting Seungdae to have his turn, but if that's going to happen, I don't want any guilt to be involved in the game.
Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this little girlbang against Ryujin.
Little extra: the idea was born after watching this clip, lol.
The balance on her banking app was a joke: 12.40 won. Basically nothing.
âDammit⊠this canât be happening,â she whispered. Her voice sounded broken, small, lost in the dead silence of her room.
She felt a sudden pit in her stomachâa mix of actual hunger and a cold wave of nausea rising in her throat. She slumped into her old chair, feeling the wood creak under her weight, and leaned her elbows on the table covered in half-finished sketches. Her breasts, squeezed by a white t-shirt that was way too small and clinging to her skin from nervous sweat, heaved up and down.
The air in the tiny apartment was freezing; the heat had died days ago and she didn't have the money to call a technician. She hugged herself, rubbing her goosebumped arms as the cold seeped into her bones.
âWhat am I going to do? Where the fuck am I supposed to go if I get kicked out?â she asked herself, squeezing her eyes shut.
She could feel her heart hammering against her ribs, an erratic rhythm pounding in her temples. The panic didn't hit her like a wave; it was more like a slow, suffocating pressure. She remembered Mr. Hanâs last warning: the rent was three months overdue. It wasn't just a small debt; it was a hole she was sinking into while she desperately tried to finish her canvases for her final project.
She stood up abruptly, the chair sliding back with a loud screech. She walked to the bathroom mirror and looked at herself. Yuna had always known she was beautiful; she knew she had porcelain skin, full lips, and curves that, while youthful, already drew every eye at the university. But right now, looking like that was useless.
She touched her stomach, feeling her muscles tense from anxiety. She was thin, almost fragile, but her hips were wide and her round ass filled out her tight jeans perfectly. She looked at her breasts in the mirror, seeing her nipples poking through the thin fabric of the shirt because of the cold in the bathroom.
âIâm fucked,â she murmured, as a drop of cold sweat slid down the back of her neck. âI am completely fucked.â
Hunger started biting at her stomach harder. She hadn't eaten anything solid in almost twenty hoursâjust some watered-down coffee and a piece of hard bread. Her hands started shaking again. The fear of eviction was real; she had no family to bail her out, and her savings had vanished into expensive materials, professional brushes, and large canvases that now looked like useless scraps of fabric.
She slid down the bathroom wall until she was sitting on the cold floor, knees pulled up to her chest. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she saw a message from Mr. Han, her landlord. The man was a living nightmare: obese, with heavy breath that smelled like stale tobacco, and a look that always seemed to strip her naked, traveling from her eyes down to the curve of her pelvis.
The message simply said: "Princess, I'm coming to the apartment tomorrow to collect the rent in person."
âNo⊠not nowâŠâ she thought, a shiver running down her spine.
But she knew it was inevitable. The deadline had passed yesterday. Every minute that went by brought her closer to being on the street with all her belongings in plastic bags. Desperation started clouding her judgment, turning fear into a kind of silent submission. She felt small, vulnerable, and terrifyingly aware that she had no way to fight someone who owned the roof over her head.
She sat there in silence, listening to the distant sound of city traffic, her breathing becoming heavy and short⊠hoping fate would show some mercy, even though she knew that in this world, mercy didn't pay the bills.
Three loud, sharp knocks shook the door.
âI know youâre in there, Yuna!â Mr. Hanâs voice was a hoarse growl, loaded with a greasy kind of authority. âOpen the damn door right now!â
Yuna swallowed hard. Her legs felt like jelly and cold sweat beaded on her forehead. She walked toward the entrance with shaky steps, feeling every inch bring her closer to a cliff. When she turned the knob and opened the door, the air in the hallway was displaced by the man's massive presence.
Mr. Han didnât just enter; he invaded. He was obese, with a belly that strained the buttons of his yellowish-white shirt, revealing patches of damp body hair and red skin. His smell came before him: a suffocating mix of cheap tobacco, stale sweat, and some kind of budget cologne that only served to highlight the scent of old meat.
âYouâre late on your payments, princess,â he said, slamming the door shut behind him with a thud that made the windows vibrate.
Yuna instinctively backed away, bumping into the small entry table. Her pupils dilated and she felt a chill run down her neck.
âIâm sorry⊠Iâm so sorry, Mr. Han,â she stammered, looking down. âI had some problems with my college materials and⊠I⊠I swear Iâll catch up soon. I just need a few more weeks.â
The man didn't answer right away. Instead, he just stood there, breathing heavily. The sound of his lungs fighting for oxygen filled the silence of the apartment. Yuna could feel the landlord's gaze scanning her, but it wasn't a casual look. It was a slow, visceral, obscene scan.
Mr. Hanâs small, glinting eyes traveled from her face down to her breasts, which were heaving from nervousness. They stayed there for a few seconds, as if he were measuring the firmness of her tits under the white fabric, before dropping to her hips and stopping at the curve of her ass.
âWeeks?â he let out a nasal chuckle that sounded like phlegm. âIâve been patient with you for three months, Yuna. Patience has a limit⊠and so does my pocket.â
Yuna felt her stomach knot up. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, and she began to tremble slightly. The man took a step forward, forcing her to back away further. His physical mass was overwhelming; Yuna felt like a porcelain doll facing a hungry animal.
âPlease⊠don't kick me out,â she pleaded, her voice breaking, almost a whisper. âI have nowhere else to go. Iâll do anything, I swear. Iâll work double, Iâll get the moneyâŠâ
Mr. Han stopped just inches from her. Yuna could feel the heat radiating from his obese body and the smell of tobacco that seemed to soak into the very air she breathed. He tilted his head, looking at her with a crooked smile that revealed yellowish teeth.
âAnything, huh?â he repeated, lowering his voice to a predatory purr. âThatâs a very dangerous word, princess. A very⊠tempting word.â
Yuna felt the hair on her arms stand up. The man's tone had changed; it wasn't just the anger of a debt collector anymore, but something much darker and more lustful. Her nipples hardened against her shirtânot from the cold, but as an instinctive reaction of fear and vulnerability that made her feel naked under those eyes.
âWhat do you mean?â she asked, though deep down she already knew the answer. Her pulse quickened, hammering in her ears.
Mr. Han let out a short, dry laugh while extending a fat, sweaty hand to lightly touch Yuna's shoulder. The contact was brief, but her skin reacted as if it had been burned; an electric shiver ran down her entire spine.
âOh, don't get so defensive, beautiful,â he said, never stopping that suffocating intensity in his gaze. âItâs just that Iâm starting to sell clothes and I need a model⊠with your body and pretty face, I think youâd be perfect. Of course, Iâd pay you enough to cover the rent and then some.â
For a moment, Yuna felt a spark of excitement. After everything, she was seeing a light⊠a ray of hope to escape her debt and her hunger.
Yuna felt air returning to her lungs for the first time in hours. The panic that had paralyzed her began to fade, replaced by a spark of hope so intense it almost blinded her. A model? It sounded absurd; she had no experience. But she looked at her own body and then at the man's gaze; she knew she was pretty, she knew she turned heads. If he was willing to pay her just to pose, it was the biggest miracle of her life.
âSeriously?â Yuna asked, her voice still trembling but now filled with naive hope. âYouâd really pay my rent and give me extra for that?â
Mr. Han let out a snort that made his double chin vibrate. He stepped back to give her space, but his eyes remained locked on her, tracing the line of her neck down to the valley between her breasts. Yuna didn't realize that this "hope" was the perfect bait; she was so desperate she couldn't see the strings he was starting to pull.
âThatâs right, princess,â he answered, his voice now softer, almost paternal, though it kept that greasy tone. âItâs a personal project. I want to capture the essence of youth, purity⊠form. You study Fine Arts, right? You know the human body is the ultimate masterpiece. I just need a few photos, nothing complicated.â
Yuna nodded quickly, almost enthusiastically. Her hands stopped shaking and started playing with the edge of her shirt.
âYes, I know⊠anatomy is fundamental,â she stammered, feeling validated in her field of study. âI could do it. I don't care about the schedule; I can go whenever you want.â
Mr. Han let out a hoarse chuckle and put his hand to his chin, pretending to reflect while his eyes stayed glued to Yuna's hips, imagining them wrapped in lycra.
âThereâs one detail,â he said, lowering his tone. âItâs not just any clothes. I have a specific outfit I want to test. Itâs a blue swimsuit, full body, very tight. Like a sports or professional swimming uniform. I want to see how it fits a figure like yours.â
Yuna frowned slightly, but it wasn't rejectionâit was technical curiosity. A blue swimsuit⊠didn't seem out of place for a photo session about the "human form." In her mind, she imagined an artistic session with soft lights and neutral backgrounds, something that could even serve as part of her portfolio.
âA swimsuitâŠâ she repeated softly. She felt a slight heat rise in her cheeks. âThatâs fine. If itâs for photos, I don't have a problem.â
âExactly. Nothing vulgar, just art,â he lied, and the lie came out so smoothly that Yuna didn't even suspect him. âBut I want it to be at my place. I have the lighting equipment there, an improvised studio where no one will bother us. One night, a few poses, and tomorrow Iâll wipe your debt clean and give you a cash bonus for your materials.â
Yuna's heart leaped. The "cash bonus" was the final blow. She stopped thinking about the man's smell or the way he looked at her; she only thought about new brushes, the large canvas she had been craving, and the feeling of no longer having an empty stomach.
âI accept,â Yuna said firmly, though her voice sounded small. âI accept the deal, Mr. Han.â
The man flashed a triumphant smileâa predatory expression that Yuna interpreted as kindness. He extended his fat, damp hand once more, and this time Yuna didn't pull away. She shook the landlord's hand, feeling the sticky, warm skin against hers, a contact that caused an involuntary shiver to run down her spine.
âPerfect, princess. Tomorrow at seven in the evening. Don't be late,â he said, letting go of her slowly. âAnd remember: wear something light underneath so the swimsuit slides on easily. I want every curve to show; no wrinkles in the fabric. Art requires precision, right?â
Yuna nodded, feeling a strange mix of nerves and relief.
âYes⊠precision. Iâll be there.â
Mr. Han turned to leave the apartment, but before closing the door, he cast one last glance over his shoulder. He stared at Yuna's ass as she turned back to her table, a lustful glint lighting up his small eyes.
âTomorrow youâre going to be my masterpiece, Yuna,â he murmured to himself, slamming the door shut with a thud that echoed through the hallway.
Yuna was left alone in the silence of her room. She sank into her chair and let out a long sigh, feeling the weight of the world lift off her shoulders. She didn't know she had just signed a contract where the currency wasn't time or work, but her own skin. She looked at her hands, still stained with paint, and smiled slightly, unaware that tomorrow those same hands would be trying to cover herself while Mr. Han did exactly the opposite.
Slowly, she lowered her arm and exhaled deeply, feeling the tension that had kept her shoulders rigid for weeks finally crumble. Her legs, which had been shaking violently minutes ago, now felt solid. The void in her stomach no longer felt like an open wound, but a tolerable wait.
âI can't believe it⊠he actually helped me,â she whispered to herself, and a small, almost unconscious smile appeared on her full lips.
She walked to the window and looked at the city's gray sky. She felt strangely ashamed. For months, she had seen Mr. Han as a monster, a rude and unpleasant man who only knew how to grunt and demand money. She had judged his obesity and smell as signs of a repulsive personality, but now, in the light of this opportunity, she started to reinterpret everything.
Maybe he's just a lonely man, she thought, hugging herself. Maybe that rudeness is just a mask because he doesn't know how to approach people. And that he offered me this⊠means he trusts me, that he sees something in me others don't.
She felt flattered. The idea that someone, even a grumpy landlord, saw her body as a "masterpiece" or a subject worthy of artistic study touched a chord of pride in her. As a Fine Arts student, Yuna was obsessed with aesthetics and form; the fact that Mr. Han talked about âcapturing the essence of youthâ made her feel like he shared her passionâthat there was a hidden intellectual connection behind his sloppy appearance.
âIâve been too hard on him,â she murmured, feeling a comforting warmth in her chest. âPoor man, probably nobody understands him.â
She moved through the room with renewed energy. She no longer saw the half-finished canvases as reminders of financial failure, but as preludes to what would come after the cash bonus. She imagined buying those premium sable brushes she had seen in the specialty store, feeling the fine bristles on the canvas. She imagined the hunger disappearing, replaced by real dinners and nights of sleep without the nightmare of eviction stalking her.
She approached the bathroom mirror once more. This time, she didn't look at herself with the anguish of someone who is a vulnerable piece of meat, but with the curiosity of an artist analyzing their own model. She observed the curve of her neck, the volume of her breasts pushing against the shirt, and the smooth line of her waist.
âIf itâs just for artistic photos, there's no reason to be afraid,â she told herself, running her fingers over her cheeks. âItâs professional. He said it himself. âNothing vulgar.ââ
The fact that he had asked her to come to his house to use the "lighting equipment" seemed like a logical technical detail. After all, light is everything in photography. Yuna felt silly for having been afraid just half an hour ago; she laughed softly at her own naivety, not realizing that this very naivety was the paved road toward her own downfall.
She spent the rest of the afternoon in a state of contained euphoria. She tidied up her room, organized her brushes and, for the first time in a long while, took a long, hot shower. While the water slid over her curves, Yuna closed her eyes and imagined the photo session as something elegant, almost ethereal. She couldn't wait to see the results; she felt this would be a turning point in her life, not just financially, but personally.
When night fell, she lay in her cold bed, but this time the cold didn't bother her. She was too busy planning how she would thank Mr. Han for his generosity. She fell asleep with a sense of absolute peace, convinced that she had found an unexpected ally in the most improbable man in the world.
Meanwhile, a few blocks away, in the dim light of his own house, Mr. Han checked his camera and prepared the clothes he would give Yuna. A slimy smile spread across his face as he imagined the look of surprise on the girl's face when she discovered that the "art" he was looking for had nothing to do with museums, but everything to do with what she believed she was protecting under her clothes.
Yuna slept deeply, dreaming of canvases and brushes, unaware that tomorrow she would stop being the artist and become the canvas where Mr. Han would write his filthiest desires.
The clock struck seven exactly when Yuna arrived in front of Mr. Han's door. She stopped for a second to take a deep breath, feeling the fresh night air cool her lungs. She was wearing a simple dress and comfortable shoes, but her heart beat with unusual force, hammering against her ribs like a caged animal.
âYou can do this, Yuna. Itâs just art,â she whispered to herself, trying to calm the shaking of her hands.
When she knocked, the door opened almost instantly, as if he had been leaning against the frame waiting for her arrival. Mr. Han appeared, filling the space with his massive volume. He was wearing a gray t-shirt that clung to his sweaty belly and loose pants.
âYouâre on time, princess,â he grunted, and although his voice was hoarse, Yuna interpreted it as a sign of respect for her punctuality. âCome in, come in. Don't just stand out there freezing.â
Yuna entered the house and was immediately hit by the atmosphere. The smell of stale tobacco was much stronger than in the apartment, mixing with a scent of confinement and dampness that made her wrinkle her nose slightly. The lighting was dim; only a few yellowish lamps lit the hallways, creating long, heavy shadows that seemed to move around her.
âItâs⊠very quiet here,â Yuna commented, looking around with curiosity.
âItâs a private studio,â Han replied, closing the door behind her with a metallic and final sound. âNo one will interrupt us here. Concentration is key to capturing the model's essence.â
Yuna nodded, feeling small under the low ceiling of the house. As they walked toward what he called the "studio," she could feel that the man's eyes never left her. It wasn't a technical look; it was a voracious observation scanning the curve of her back and the movement of her hips as she walked. Yuna felt a slight shiver, but she quickly dismissed it, convincing herself it was just the nervousness of the moment.
âHere you go,â he said, opening the door to a wide room containing a white background, professional spotlights, and a giant mirror. âThe set is ready.â
Yuna looked at the lights with admiration. It really did look professional. However, on a small table next to the mirror, there was a pile of folded clothes. It wasn't the clothing she expected; there were no white robes or ethereal gowns.
âBefore we start with the main photos, I want to do some light and composition tests,â Han explained, stepping closer to her. The man breathed heavily, and Yuna noticed that the scent of tobacco emanated directly from his pores. âIâve prepared a few outfits. I want you to try them on one by one to see which one best highlights your⊠bone structure.â
Yuna approached the table and picked up the first garment. It was a set of sports lingerie, but much tighter and more revealing than what she considered "sporty." The fabric was thin, almost transparent in some areas, and the design left a lot of skin exposed.
âThis?â Yuna asked, feeling her cheeks heat up. âIt seems a bit⊠tight for test clothing, don't you think?â
Mr. Han let out a nasal chuckle, moving toward her until he was very close. Yuna could feel the heat radiating from his obese body and the smell of sweat that was starting to become suffocating.
âItâs technical gear, princess,â he lied in a sugary voice. âI need to see how the light behaves on the muscles and skin. Thereâs nothing to be ashamed of; remember youâre an artistic model. Or are you afraid to show your beauty?â
Yuna felt a prick to her pride. The challenge, though subtle, worked perfectly. She wanted to prove she was a professional, that she could handle the concept of the human body without taboos.
âIâm not afraid,â she replied with her chin up, although her hands were gripping the thin fabric tightly.
âI like that attitude,â he said, and Yuna could have sworn she saw a predatory glint in his eyes. âGo to the changing room. Put on the first outfit. Don't take long; the light is perfect right now.â
Yuna headed to the small cubicle behind the curtain, feeling her heart race. As she took off her dress and felt the cold air of the studio hit her bare skin, her nipples hardened instantly. Sliding into the first garment, she felt how the fabric squeezed her breasts, lifting them and marking them with almost obscene clarity. The set left much of her thighs exposed, and the curve of her ass was dangerously revealed.
She looked at herself in the changing room mirror and let out a small gasp. She looked incredibly sexy, but it was a sensuality she didn't recognize in herself.
âYuna! Are you ready?â Han shouted from outside. His voice sounded impatient, almost hungry.
âY-yes⊠Iâm coming,â she stammered, adjusting the garment with trembling hands.
When Yuna stepped out of the changing room, the silence became absolute. Mr. Han didn't say anything for several seconds; he just stood there, mouth slightly open, scanning every inch of her exposed body. The man's gaze dropped from her lips down to the valley between her breasts, where the fabric seemed on the verge of giving way under the volume of her tits.
Yuna felt her skin prickle under that look. It wasn't an artist's gaze; it was the look of someone imagining exactly how it would feel to touch that skin. But in her naivety, Yuna interpreted this silence as professional admiration.
âWhat do you think?â she asked in a thin voice.
âPerfect⊠absolutely perfect,â Han whispered, his hand unconsciously dropping toward his own waist. âBut this is just the beginning. We have much more to try.â
Mr. Han didn't stop looking at her for a single second. The silence in the room was so thick that Yuna could hear the rhythmic, heavy sound of the man's breathingâa dull panting that seemed to fill the whole space. She felt small, exposed, as if the air itself were caressing the areas of her skin left bare by the first outfit.
âThe light⊠the light falls perfectly on your shoulders,â he finally said, although his eyes weren't on her shoulders; they were glued to the way her nipples poked through the thin fabric of the sports set, erect from the cold and tension. âBut I think we need something with a stronger contrast. Something that better defines the lines of your waist and the curve of your thighs.â
Yuna crossed her arms instinctively, trying to cover herself a bit. The synthetic fabric of the set was so tight she felt it squeezing her thighs and the base of her hips, marking the crevice of her ass with surgical precision.
âIs there something else?â she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Mr. Han let out a hoarse chuckle and took a step toward her, invading her personal space. Yuna could smell the stale tobacco on his breath as he leaned slightly toward her, his physical mass blocking her exit.
âOf course. Come here,â he ordered.
Yuna walked toward the table, feeling every step make the fabric slide against her skin, damp from nervous sweat. Mr. Han extended a fat hand and pointed to the next garment. Yuna took it and felt her heart skip a beat. It was a one-piece swimsuit in a deep, shiny navy blue. At first glance, it looked like one of those Japanese school swimming uniforms, but touching the fabric, she realized it was much more provocative.
The material was a thick, glossy lycra that promised to squeeze the body like a second skin. The neckline was slightly lower than normal, and the bottom had an extremely high cut on the legs, designed to rise almost to the waist, leaving very little space to cover the intimate area.
âMr. Han⊠this is a swimsuit,â she stammered, feeling her cheeks heat up. âWhy would I use this in a photo studio? There's no pool here.â
The man snorted, making his double chin vibrate, and looked at her with predatory intensity.
âPrincess, don't be naive,â he whispered, his voice sounding like sandpaper on wood. âIn avant-garde photography, the use of synthetic, shiny materials creates fascinating reflections. I want to see how the light bounces off the blue lycra and highlights the paleness of your skin. Itâs a study in chromatic contrasts and textures. Don't you want the photos to be perfect so you can wipe out your debt?â
The mention of the rent was like a whip. Yuna squeezed the blue fabric between her fingers, feeling the coldness of the material. Her breasts heaved rapidly; she was starting to feel overwhelmed, but financial desperation was a chain forcing her forward.
âOkay,â she murmured, looking down. âIâll put it on.â
She went back to the changing room with her heart hammering in her ears. Taking off the previous set, a shiver ran down her spine. Her fingers trembled as she tried to slide into the blue swimsuit. The garment was incredibly small and tight; she had to pull hard to get it up her thighs, feeling the lycra stick to her damp skin with a dull sound.
When she finally managed to get it on, she let out a small gasp. The swimsuit compressed her breasts, lifting them and pushing them up, creating a deep cleavage that revealed the start of her areolas. But the worst part was the bottom: the high cut forced the fabric to sink deeply between her glutes, while the tension in the front marked the curve of her mons pubis with obscene clarity. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt a sudden heat rise through her belly; she looked like a swimming student, yes, but a dangerously eroticized version.
âYuna! Iâve waited long enough!â Mr. Han's shout echoed from the other side of the curtain.
Yuna closed her eyes for a second, took a breath, and opened the curtain.
The effect was immediate. Mr. Han froze. His small eyes widened to their limit and his jaw dropped slightly. The man's gaze descended with torturous slowness: it started at her trembling lips, went down her pale neck, stopped at the tension of the blue lycra over her tits, and finally dropped to the extremely high line of her thighs.
âMy GodâŠâ he whispered in a hoarse voice. âYou are a damn work of art, Yuna.â
Yuna felt her skin prickle under that gaze. Heat rose through her cheeks and down to her chest, making her nipples harden against the blue fabric. She felt small and vulnerable, but the voracity with which the man watched her caused an involuntary tremble in her legs.
âIs⊠is it okay for the light?â she asked, her voice cracking.
Mr. Han didn't answer immediately. Instead, he raised the camera and took a series of quick photos. The sound of the shutter (click-click-click) filled the silence, marking the rhythm of her heartbeats.
âItâs okay⊠but we need the pose to be more natural,â he said, moving toward her with heavy steps, his belly oscillating under his shirt. âArch your back a bit more, princess. I want the fabric to stretch tighter over your ass. Yes⊠like that⊠just like that.â
Yuna arched her back according to the instructions, feeling the blue lycra stretch to its limit. The material was so elastic yet firm that she felt her tits being pushed up, almost overflowing from the neckline, while at the bottom, the fabric sank hard into the crevice of her ass. The sensation was suffocating and, at the same time, strangely exciting; she felt vacuum-packed, every inch of her skin compressed by the suit.
The sound of the shutter kept echoing: click⊠click⊠click.
âNo, noâŠâ Mr. Han grunted, lowering the camera slowly. âThe hip line isn't perfect. Youâre too stiff, princess. If you want these photos to be worth the rent, you have to let go. You have to let your body speak.â
Yuna swallowed hard, feeling a lump in her throat. Her legs trembled slightly and she could feel a treacherous dampness starting to accumulate between her thighs, where the blue lycra pressed directly against her pussy. It was a visceral reaction she couldn't control; fear and vulnerability were triggering a physical response that made her feel dirty.
âIâm sorry⊠itâs just that Iâve never done this,â she whispered, looking down.
âThatâs why Iâm here to guide you,â he responded.
Yuna felt a shift in the air before she felt the contact. Mr. Han had moved so close that his obese belly almost brushed against Yuna's glutes. The heat emanating from the man was suffocating, and the smell of stale tobacco and sweat became omnipresent, enveloping her like a heavy blanket.
Suddenly, she felt fat, warm hands closing around her hips.
Yuna let out an audible gasp, a small choked cry that hung in the air. Mr. Han's fingers weren't delicate; they dug into the flesh of her waist with a possessive strength, squeezing the blue lycra against her skin. The contrast was brutal: Yuna's soft skin against the rough and damp texture of the landlord's hands.
âLook in the mirror, Yuna,â he ordered in a voice that no longer sounded professional. âLook closely. Look at how that blue suit marks every damn curve of your body. You were made for this.â
Yuna forced her eyes to look at the reflection in the giant mirror. She saw her own faceâflushed and scaredâand then looked down at her hips, where Mr. Han's hands highlighted the paleness of her skin against the shiny blue of the swimsuit. The man began moving his hands slowly, sliding his fingers downward, following the line of the suit's high cut.
âYour hips are perfectâŠâ he murmured, and Yuna felt a fat finger dangerously brush the edge of the fabric covering her pubis. âBut youâre too tense down here. If you don't relax, the fabric wrinkles and the photo comes out wrong.â
Yuna closed her eyes tight, feeling her heart hammering in her ears. The touch of Mr. Han's finger against the lycra, right over her most sensitive area, caused an electric shiver to run through her entire spine. Her nipples became hard as rocks, poking the blue fabric of the swimsuit.
âYou feel that, don't you?â Mr. Han whispered in Yuna's ear, his hot, damp breath hitting her skin. âYou feel how this suit squeezes you⊠you feel how much I want you while you pose for me.â
Yuna wanted to protest, wanted to tell him to stop, but the words got stuck in her throat. There was something about the situationâthe weight of the man behind her, the humiliation of being almost naked, and the fact that her home depended on this manâthat left her paralyzed in a state of animal submission.
âOpen your legs wider,â he ordered, his voice now loaded with open lust. âI want the camera to capture exactly how the suit sinks between your legs. Do it now, princess, or we can start talking again about the three months of rent you owe me.â
Yuna felt a tremor run through her whole body. Slowly, with tense muscles and shortness of breath, she began to separate her feet, opening her legs. The movement made the blue lycra stretch even further over her mons pubis, marking the crevice of her pussy with obscene clarity under the white light of the studio.
Mr. Han let out a grunt of satisfaction and raised the camera again, but this time he didn't stay put. He leaned in, lowering the lens to capture the most intimate angle possible, while his hands continued to squeeze her hips, reminding Yuna that, at this moment, she was no longer a model⊠she was his property.
The sound of the shutter became frantic. Click-click-click. Mr. Han wasn't taking artistic photos; he was documenting Yuna's vulnerability from the most obscene angles possible. He was crouched down, the lens almost touching the blue fabric sinking into her crotch, while she remained there, legs open and trembling, feeling like a sacrificial animal.
âLook at thisâŠâ he grunted, without taking his eye off the camera. âLook at how your pussy is marked through the lycra, princess. Youâre so turned on that the suit is starting to darken from the moisture.â
Yuna felt her heart skip. She looked down and, indeed, a small darker spot was beginning to form in the crotch area of the blue swimsuit. Shame hit her like an electric shock, but at the same time, the humiliation of being caught in her state of involuntary arousal caused a spasm of pleasure that made her arch her back.
âN-no⊠itâs not trueâŠâ she stammered, though her own legs were starting to give way.
âDon't lie, you slut,â Mr. Han spat, and the sudden shift to vulgar language made Yuna shudder. âYouâre soaking. You love that a fat old man like me has you like this, forcing you to open up so I can see what you're worth.â
The man let the camera hang from his neck and, with a sudden movement, extended his fat hand toward her. There were no preludes. His fingers clamped onto Yuna's mons pubis, pressing the blue lycra hard against her clitoris.
Yuna let out a sharp moan, a sound that mixed disgust with an animal, electric pleasure. She threw her head back, her eyes going white for a second and her fingers digging into her own thighs. The pressure of the synthetic fabric, combined with the strength of the man's fingers, was creating an unbearable friction.
âAhâŠ! S-sr. Han!â she cried out, but it wasn't a cry of rejection; it was a confused plea.
âWhatâs wrong, princess? You like it when I touch you like this?â he mocked, starting to move his fingers in fast, heavy circles over the blue fabric. âImagine what theyâd say at your college if they saw the brilliant Fine Arts student here, moaning like a whore while her landlord rubs her pussy for a few won.â
Yuna was shaking violently. The smell of tobacco and sweat from the man was now suffocating, but she could no longer pull away; her legs were so wide that she felt totally exposed. Every time Han's fingers pressed harder, Yuna felt her mind clouding. The blue lycra was acting as a filter that intensified the sensation, trapping heat and moisture between her skin and the fabric.
âP-please⊠stopâŠâ she whispered, although her hips began to move unconsciously forward, seeking more pressure.
âYouâre not asking me to stop; youâre asking me to keep fucking you with my fingers,â he responded with a hoarse, lustful laugh. âBut this is just the warm-up. I want to see your face when you feel something bigger than my fingers inside you.â
Mr. Han stood up slowly, his physical mass casting a huge shadow over Yuna. With a brusque movement, he grabbed her by the arm and forced her to kneel on the cold studio floor. Yuna fell heavily, her knees hitting the hard surface, while the blue swimsuit stretched even further over her glutes, leaving her in a position of total submission.
âNow, look at the camera,â he ordered, placing the camera on a tripod in front of her. âI want you to watch yourself while you serve me. I want you to see how you become my slut to pay your rent.â
Yuna looked into the lens of the camera and saw her own reflection: a beautiful girl, dressed in a tight blue swimming uniform, kneeling and trembling. She felt small, broken, and desperately needy. Mr. Han began to unbutton his pants, and the sound of the metal sliding was the final signal that there was no turning back.
âOpen your mouth, princess,â he grunted, as his cockâthick and throbbingâsprang out of his underwear. âLetâs see if you know how to use your tongue as well as you use your paintbrush.â
Mr. Han's cock appeared before Yuna's eyes like a monument to decay and lust. It was thick, veiny, and had a dark reddish color that contrasted violently with the paleness of Yuna's skin. The smell hit her immediately: a strong mix of musk, stale sweat, and that metallic, salty aroma characteristic of exposed flesh.
Yuna felt her stomach churn, but at the same time, an electric spasm ran through her pussy, which was already soaking the blue lycra of the swimsuit. Her pupils were dilated, fixed on that throbbing member that seemed to claim its space in the room.
âWhatâs wrong, princess? Scared of the size?â Han mocked, his voice loaded with a slimy malice. âDon't worry, I'm going to show you exactly how much your rent is worth.â
He didn't wait for her to respond. With a fat, heavy hand, he grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to tilt her head up and open her mouth. Yuna let out a small moan of protest that turned into a gasp when she felt the wet, hot tip of the cock brushing against her full lips.
âOpen your fucking mouth wide and suck me like your life depends on itâbecause your roof does,â he grunted.
Yuna closed her eyes tight as she felt the member invade her oral cavity. The taste was a brutal shock: salty, strong, with an aftertaste of tobacco and old skin. When the cock entered deep into her throat, Yuna felt her gag reflex trigger instantly. Her eyes filled with tears and her hands clenched into fists on the cold studio floor.
âGgg-ghhh!â she erupted in a muffled sound as her throat closed against the intrusion.
âSwallow it all, bitch,â Han ordered, pushing further inside. âLook at the camera while you do it. Look! I want you to see how you look while you suck my dick so you don't end up on the street.â
Yuna opened her eyes and saw the lens of the tripod right in front of her. She saw herself: a beautiful girl, her face contorted by nausea and forbidden pleasure, dressed in that tight blue swimsuit that marked her squeezed breasts and rounded ass while she was on her knees. The humiliation acted like fuel; she felt heat rise through her legs and concentrate in her clitoris, which throbbed violently against the fabric of the suit.
Mr. Han began to thrust into her mouth with rhythmic, aggressive movements. Every time he went deep, Yuna felt her cheeks puff out and saliva start to leak from the corners of her lips, running down her chin. The sound of flesh hitting her faceâa dull clap-clapâmixed with the man's heavy panting.
âThatâs it⊠suck it just like that, you college slut,â he grunted, his fingers digging into Yuna's scalp to control the depth. âImagine this is your new scholarship. Every inch you swallow is another day in your apartment.â
Yuna began to adapt to the rhythm, moving her head with animal desperation. Despite the initial disgust, the fact that she was being recorded and degraded was leading her into a trance. She started using her tongue, wrapping it around the circumference of the cock and sucking hard, while her nipples poked against the blue lycra due to the spasms of her body.
Mr. Han let out a guttural grunt, feeling the wet, hot pressure of Yuna's mouth.
âDammit⊠you have an exquisite mouth,â he whispered, though his tone remained cruel. âBut Iâm not settling for this. I want to feel how that blue swimsuit stretches while I open your legs and put this cock all the way inside you.â
Yuna felt a shiver of terror and anticipation. While she continued sucking, she could feel the man starting to tense up, preparing for the next level of the transaction. The camera's shutter sounded again, capturing the exact moment Yuna, her eyes clouded by submission, sank deeper and deeper into Mr. Han's depravity.
Mr. Han grabbed her arm with a brusqueness that made Yuna let out a moan of surprise. There was no delicacy, only a brute, possessive strength that forced her to walk toward the center of the room. The sound of the man's heavy steps behind her, along with his hoarse and damp breathing, created a suffocating atmosphere.
âGet on the table, princess. Right now,â he ordered, pointing to the dark, cold wooden surface that served as an improvised photo set.
Yuna felt a shiver run down her spine. Her legs trembled so much she almost tripped while climbing up, but Mr. Han's grip on her waist pushed her up with a sharp shove. Feeling her bare skin against the freezing wood of the table, Yuna let out a gasp and instinctively hunched her shoulders. Her nipples hardened instantly, poking through the blue lycra of the swimsuit that kept her vacuum-packed like a gift.
âOpen your legs,â Han grunted, positioning himself between her thighs. âWider. I don't want there to be an inch of mystery here. Open that pussy so the lens can see everything.â
Yuna obeyed with her gaze lowered, feeling the heat rise in her face. Slowly, she separated her legs, letting her knees fall to the sides. The position was degrading; she felt totally exposed, a piece of meat on display under the harsh white lights of the studio. Her thighs trembled from the intensity of the moment and she could feel the moisture accumulated in her crotch, making the blue fabric stick to her skin with a dull sound every time she tried to move.
Mr. Han didn't rush. He stepped back a few paces to adjust the camera tripod, moving the lens with obsessive precision. Yuna watched him with clouded eyes, seeing how that obese and sweaty man ensured the angle was perfect: a low-angle shot that captured everything from her squeezed breasts to the crevice of her sex.
âPerfectâŠâ he whispered, his voice sounding like a dirty caress. âLook at the screen, Yuna. Look closely.â
Yuna turned her head toward the camera monitor. She saw her own reflection: a beautiful girl, her face distorted by submission, dressed in that blue uniform that highlighted every curve of her body. She looked small and vulnerable, but the way the suit sank into her pubis made her look obscenely provocative.
âYou were made to be used, princess,â Han said, approaching her again. âLook at you⊠youâre so turned on that the swimsuit is starting to darken.â
The man extended his fat hand and, instead of removing the garment, he grabbed the edge of the blue swimsuit at the hip. With a sudden, sharp movement, he pulled the lycra to one side. He didn't take it off entirely; he simply shifted the fabric toward her left thigh, leaving her pussy completely exposed while the top part of the suit continued to squeeze her breasts against her chest.
Yuna let out a choked cry when she felt the cold air hitting her soaked vaginal lips directly. The sensation of being "half-dressed," with her torso packed in lycra but her intimate area open and vulnerable, increased the psychological tension to an unbearable point.
âWhatâs wrong, bitch? You like it when I expose you like this?â he mocked, his small eyes glinting with lust. âLook at how your pussy shines under the lights. Itâs a damn masterpiece.â
Mr. Han leaned over her, and the smell of stale tobacco and sweat enveloped her completely. Yuna felt her breathing become short and erratic. She could feel the man's cockâthick and throbbingâbrushing against the wood of the table just below her glutes.
âAll this beauty⊠all this exquisite body,â he murmured, while a fat, damp finger began to trace slow circles over her clitoris. âAnd it all belongs to whoever pays the bills. Do you have any idea how much your rent is worth right now, Yuna?â
âS-sr. Han⊠pleaseâŠâ she stammered, although her hips moved unconsciously toward the man's finger, seeking more pressure.
âShut up and enjoy the view,â he ordered, looking back at the camera monitor. âI want you to see exactly when you stop being an art student and become my personal slut.â
Yuna closed her eyes for a second, feeling humiliation mix with an animal, electric pleasure. She was there, lying on a table, with the blue swimsuit shifted and her sex exposed to the lens of a camera and the voracious gaze of a man who owned her completely. She knew what came next would be brutal, but the anticipation had her so lubricated she felt she could overflow at any moment.
Mr. Han pulled back just a few inchesâjust enough for Yuna to see the magnitude of what was about to enter her. His cock was a red and veiny weapon, throbbing with violent urgency. The tip, glistening with pre-cum, brushed against the entrance of Yuna's pussy, leaving a trail of hot moisture that made her shiver.
Yuna let out a long gasp, feeling her thighs trembling violently against the cold wood of the table. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes were clouded; the smell of stale tobacco now mixed with the metallic fragrance of pure arousal.
âLook at it, Yuna⊠look at how it wants you,â he grunted, rubbing the head of his cock against her clitoris in a slow, torturous movement. âYouâre so wet you could slide just by looking at yourself.â
Yuna closed her eyes, feeling the friction of the glans against her sensitive skin. Every touch was like an electric shock running up her spine. Her nipples, trapped under the blue lycra, felt like hard stones poking the fabric with every agitated breath.
âWho was the last one in here?â Han asked suddenly, his voice loaded with malicious curiosity. âDon't give me that innocent face, princess. I know youâre not a virgin⊠it shows in how you wet yourself, in how your body already knows exactly what to do when a man has you like this.â
Yuna felt her face burn. The question hit her harder than any physical contact; it reminded her of her own past encountersâmoments that now felt insignificant compared to the rawness of this situation.
âI-it⊠it doesn't matterâŠâ she stammered, though her voice sounded small and broken.
âIt matters a lot,â he laughed, a hoarse laugh that ended in a snort. âI wonder if those guys were as delicate with you. I bet they treated you like a little porcelain doll⊠but now here you are, legs open on a table, waiting for a fat, disgusting old man to fill your hole for a few won so you don't end up on the street.â
The humiliation was the final spark. Yuna felt her pussy throbbing with a painful force, pressing moisture against the wood. The idea of being degradedâof going from "brilliant student" to "rent slut"âcaused a spasm of animal pleasure that left her breathless.
âS-sr. Han⊠please⊠enough talking!â she pleaded, arching her back and instinctively seeking contact.
The man let out a grunt of satisfaction and, without warning, slammed the tip of his cock into Yuna's entrance. It wasn't a fast movement; it was a slow, constant, and brutal pressure.
âAhhhâŠ!â Yuna's scream got caught in her throat, turning into a muffled moan as she felt her vaginal walls stretch to their limit.
The sensation was overwhelming. Mr. Han's cock was so thick that Yuna felt like she was being split in two. She could feel every vein, every ridge of the man's flesh forcing its way in, displacing everything in its path. The contrast was visceral: the cold wood against her back and the scorching heat of the cock filling her completely.
âGod⊠youâre so tight!â Han grunted, clenching his teeth as he continued to push inch by inch. âFeel how I open you up, bitch⊠feel how I stretch you so all my weight fits.â
Yuna's gaze was lost in the studio ceiling, her pupils dilated and her mouth open in a perpetual gasp. She felt a massive internal pressureâa fullness that left her breathless and made her feel vulnerable on a cellular level. Every inch he advanced was another surrender.
Finally, with a sharp, powerful thrust that made the table creak under their weight, Mr. Han entered to the hilt. The clash of their pelvises produced a wet, dull sound that echoed in the silence of the studio.
Yuna let out a prolonged screamâa sound that mixed the pain of stretching with an animal satisfaction she had never experienced. She was completely full; she felt the man's cock hitting her cervix, claiming every corner of her interior. She stayed there, frozen, feeling her body shake in involuntary spasms while Mr. Han remained still for a moment, enjoying the sensation of having Yuna totally submitted and open beneath him.
âLook at you now, princess,â he whispered in her ear, his hot breath burning her skin. âNow you really are a work of art⊠my very own personal slut.â
The silence of the studio was annihilated by the first brusque movement. Mr. Han didn't start delicately; he withdrew almost completely, letting Yuna feel the cold void for a fraction of a second, only to then slam back in with a violent force that made the entire table slide several inches across the floor.
âGgg-hh!â Yuna's scream was a muffled sound, a blast of air shot from her lungs as her head hit the wooden surface.
The impact was brutal. The man's cock entered like a battering ram, hitting her cervix with a precision that was painful and exciting at once. Yuna felt the world blur; only the deafening rhythm of flesh hitting flesh existed. Clap⊠clap⊠clap. A wet, dull, rhythmic sound filling the room, marking the cadence of her degradation.
âFeel this, bitch!â Han roared, his voice now a guttural growl. âFeel how I break your body for a few won!â
Yuna couldn't speak. Her hands gripped the edges of the table so hard her knuckles were white, while her legs, opened to the max, shook in involuntary spasms. Every thrust pushed her backward, making her body bounce against the cold wood.
The sensory contrast was suffocating. She felt the cold of the studio on her back and the volcanic heat of Mr. Han's cock tearing through her interior. Her breasts, squeezed by the blue lycra of the swimsuit, bounced violently with every hit, creating a hypnotic movement that the man watched with voracious lust. The synthetic fabric, soaked in sweat and moisture, clung to her skin, marking her erect nipples that poked the cloth with every shake.
âLook at me, Yuna! Look at how I fuck you!â he screamed, his fat, sweaty hands dropping from her hips to squeeze her breasts through the blue suit. âWhere is your artist's pride now? Where is the brilliant student? Now youâre just a hole that needs to be filled.â
Yuna let out a broken moan, a mix of sobbing and animal pleasure. The disgust she had felt at first was being devoured by a treacherous physiological response. Her pussy had become a source of uncontrollable lubrication; every time Mr. Han entered, the sound of fluid splashing between their bodies was obscenely loud. She was so wet that the friction was no longer painful, but an electric fire running through her nerves to her brain.
âAh⊠ahâŠ! S-sr. Han⊠more⊠please, more!â she pleaded, and the sound of her own voice asking for more triggered a wave of humiliation that only served to excite her further.
She was no longer fighting the act; she had surrendered to the tide of sensations. Her hips began to move in sync with the man's, seeking the deepest impact, wanting to feel that thickness filling her until there was room for nothing else. The smell of stale sweat and tobacco no longer repulsed her; it was the essence of the man who owned her, the aroma of the power that kept her under his control.
The rhythm became frantic. Mr. Han accelerated the thrusts, turning the session into a carnage of pleasure. His testicles slapped hard against Yuna's glutes, producing a fleshy, dirty sound that echoed in the studio. The obese mass of the man crushed Yuna against the table, suffocating her slightly, forcing her to breathe in short, desperate gasps.
âYouâre a whore, Yuna! A soaking slut who loves that her landlord uses her like a rag!â he screamed at her, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs, leaving red marks on her pale skin.
Yuna closed her eyes and let herself be carried by the whirlwind. She felt how the blue lycra of the swimsuit, shifted to one side, brushed against her skin with every movement, adding a synthetic texture to the chaos of fluids and heat. She was on the very edge of the abyss, her internal muscles contracting rhythmically around the man's cock, trapping him in a desperate embrace as pleasure began to accumulate in her belly like an electric storm about to burst.
The camera continued capturing everything: the violent sway of their bodies, the expression of ecstasy and agony on Yuna's face, and the brutality of a man who didn't seek love, but the total destruction of his tenant's dignity.
The rhythm of the thrusts became unbearableâa constant bombardment that had Yuna on the verge of sensory blackout. Her screams had turned into short, erratic gasps, and her body bounced against the wood of the table with a force that threatened to break it. But Mr. Han wasn't satisfied; for him, seeing Yuna given over to pleasure wasn't enough. He wanted to see her broken; he wanted to feel that there wasn't a single corner of her body not under his absolute control.
âYouâre very comfortable, aren't you, princess?â he grunted, his voice now darker and more dangerous. âYou love how I fill you⊠but I think you still have too much free space down here.â
Yuna opened her eyes, confused by the man's tone. Before she could process his words, she felt Mr. Han's fat, sweaty hand descend her back, avoiding the vaginal area and sliding directly toward the crevice of her ass.
âW-what are youâŠ?â Yuna managed to stammer, but the question was drowned out by a brutal thrust that left her breathless.
While Mr. Han continued fucking her pussy with rhythmic and ruthless violence, she felt a thick, damp finger press against the entrance of her anus. Yuna tensed instantly, her thighs shaking violently and her nails digging into the edges of the table.
âDon't move, bitch,â he ordered in a cold tone. âI want to see how much you can take before your body completely gives in.â
Without warning, Mr. Han's finger pushed inside.
âAAAAAAAAH!â Yuna's scream was heartbreakingâa sound of pure surprise and vulnerability that echoed through the studio.
The sensation was devastating. Yuna felt a massive pressure, a stretching that seemed to split her in two. The thick cock filled her from the front and the fat finger invaded her from behind; she was being claimed from both sides, reduced to a simple pleasure channel for the obese man. The feeling of "total fullness" was so intense it caused an electric shock through every nerve in her body, leaving her paralyzed in a state of sensory shock.
âLook at me! Look at the camera right now!â Han shouted, while he began to move his finger inside her ass in a slow, circular rhythm, simultaneously accelerating the thrusts in her vagina. âLook at how I open you up, Yuna. Look at how you become a complete slut. There is nothing of you that isn't mine right now.â
Yuna forced her eyes to look at the tripod monitor. The image was obscene: she saw her own body, with the blue swimsuit shifted and stained, swinging violently under Mr. Han's mass. âŠshe saw the expression on her face, a mix of agony, disgust, and an ecstasy so deep it was terrifying. Seeing her own degradation in real-time was the final blow to her psyche; the mental barrier that still kept her as "the Fine Arts student" shattered into pieces.
âI-Iâm⊠Iâm your slut!â she screamed, her voice broken and her eyes filled with tears. âFill me⊠please, fill me up! Open my ass, open my pussy, do whatever you want with me!â
Mr. Han let out a hoarse laugh, enjoying the total collapse of her will. The fact that she was begging for the degradation only fueled his lust. He began to move his finger inside her ass with more force, while his vaginal thrusts became frantic, almost violent.
The sound in the room was a dirty cacophony: the clap-clap of pelvises colliding, Yuna's desperate moans, and the wet noise of the finger moving inside her. The blue lycra of the swimsuit, which still covered her breasts, was soaked in sweat; every time the man hit her, the fabric stuck to her skin with a viscous sound.
Yuna felt like she was floating in an ocean of contradictory sensations. The pain of the anal stretching mixed with the massive pressure of the cock and the humiliation of being filmed, creating an electric storm in her belly that pushed her toward the abyss. Her internal muscles began to contract rhythmically around both intruders, trapping Mr. Han in a desperate embrace as she prepared for the end.
âIâm coming! Ahhh⊠Iâm coming!â Yuna screamed, arching her back until her spine creaked, feeling the climax explode inside her, triggered by the sensation of being totally open and claimed.
Yuna's orgasm wasn't a clean burst, but a violent convulsion that shook every fiber of her body. Her vaginal walls clamped down in desperate spasms around Mr. Han's cock, while her anus gripped the man's fat finger in an instinctive, blind embrace. She let out a harrowing scream that echoed through the studioâa sound of pure surrender where dignity died to make room for an abject, animal need.
Mr. Han felt those contractions and let out a guttural roar. Instead of stopping, feeling her hit the limit triggered his own urgency. He accelerated his speed into blunt, brutal blows, turning the act into a final discharge of violence and pleasure.
âLook at me, bitch! Look at how I finish you!â he roared, grabbing her by the hair to force her face toward him. âI want you to see the face of the man who bought your body!â
Yuna's eyes were unfocused and her pupils dilated, saliva escaping from the corners of her lips as she gasped. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was deafening; the wet clap-clap became frantic, almost mechanical. The blue lycra of the swimsuit, still covering her torso, was drenched in sweat and fluids, sticking to her breasts which bounced violently with every impact.
âFeel this!â Han roared, delivering three final, deep, and devastating thrusts, burying himself to the root and expanding his cock inside her to the max.
At the exact moment Yuna sank into the tide of her orgasm, Mr. Han let out a hoarse moan and released a massive discharge of hot semen directly against her cervix. Yuna felt the rush of fluid like an electric current; the volume was such that she felt her interior fill to the brimâa warm, heavy pressure that anchored her to the table.
âAhhh⊠GodâŠ!â she moaned, arching her back one last time before collapsing against the wood, completely empty.
The silence that followed was abrupt and suffocating. All that could be heard was Mr. Han's heavy, asthmatic breathing as he remained buried inside her, enjoying the weight of his own body crushing her. Yuna lay there with her legs open and her eyes fixed on the ceiling, feeling the semen slowly leak out, mixing with natural lubrication and staining the blue lycra of the swimsuit that was still pushed aside on her hip.
Slowly, Mr. Han withdrew. The sound of the cock sliding out of a soaked pussy was a wet, obscene pop that made Yuna let out a shaky sigh.
He didn't help her up or say a word of comfort. He simply stepped away, still panting, and went to the tripod. The sound of metal moving was the only noise in the room as he reviewed the recording.
Yuna remained lying on the table, feeling the cold of the studio seep into her damp skin. She looked down and saw the disaster: her blue swimsuit was dirty, displaced, and stained with fluids; her body had red marks on her thighs and waist where the man's hands had dug in hard. She felt light, but it was an empty lightness, as if something fundamental inside her had broken during those minutes of brutality.
âWowâŠâ Mr. Han murmured, looking at the screen with a slimy smile. âThe angle is perfect. You look absolutely pathetic, Yuna. A real college slut.â
Yuna closed her eyes and let a single tear roll down her cheek. It wasn't just sadness; it was the visceral realization that Mr. Han was no longer just her landlord. He now possessed digital evidence of her submissionâa file where she begged to be used just to save her roof.
âClean up this mess and get dressed,â he ordered coldly, returning to his authoritative tone as he adjusted his pants. âTomorrow Iâll wipe your debt, but don't get it twisted, princess. Now that I know what you're capable of, I think we're going to need these 'photo sessions' much more often.â
Yuna didn't answer. She couldn't. She only heard the sound of her own muffled sobs while she felt the man's semen dripping down her thighs, reminding her with every drop that the price of her rent had been far more expensive than she ever imagined.
I actually did not have any intention of continuing Gym Freak, it was supposed to be just a oneshot story, but here we are..
This one is my lengthiest one yet..
"Mark? Where are you.. it's been 1 hour, Sana's impatient.."
The message illuminated Mark's phone screen as he stepped out of the taxi, his pulse already thrumming with anticipation beneath his skin. The gym encounter with Jihyo had been unexpected, electric, a collision of sweat and desire that had left her pressing her number into his palm with the promise that fortune might favor him with more than just her company. She had whispered about Sana then, a teasing hint of possibilities that had haunted his thoughts for days.
His phone had buzzed earlier that evening with Jihyo's voice, honeyed and commanding, directing him to this luxury hotel downtown. She had mentioned Sana would be there, yes, but her tone carried additional secrets, promises unspoken that quickened his step as he crossed the polished marble lobby.
Mark's fingers moved across his phone screen as he entered the elevator, the mirrored walls reflecting his eager expression back at him. "I'm almost there, just 2 minutes.."
The elevator ascended in silence, each floor marking a progression toward something he could feel in his gut, heavy and hot. When the doors slid open on the eighth floor, he moved with purpose down the carpeted corridor, his shoes making no sound against the plush flooring. Room 895 waited at the end of the hallway like a portal to another world.
He knocked, three sharp raps against the wood, and prepared himself for Jihyo's smile or Sana's rumored beauty. The door swung open, and the breath caught in his throat.
Somi stood before him, all long limbs and golden skin, wearing nothing but a bikini top that strained against the swell of her breasts and matching panties that sat low on her hips. The fabric was a vibrant turquoise that made her sun-kissed complexion glow, but it was the minimal coverage that arrested his attention, the way the material barely contained her curves, the visible outline of her mound beneath the thin bikini bottom. She was barefoot, her toenails painted a matching shade, and her blonde hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders.
Mark bowed instinctively, his eyes dropping to the floor, his mind scrambling to reconcile this unexpected vision. "I.. I'm Mark," he stammered, his voice coming out rough. "Jihyo invited.."
"So you're the gym guy," Somi said, her voice carrying a melodic lilt, her head tilting as she assessed him with eyes that seemed to strip away his clothing already. "Jihyo didn't mention you'd look so.. overwhelmed."
"I wasn't expecting.. I mean, she said Sana would be here, but she didn't mention.."
"That there'd be three of us?" Somi laughed, the sound bright and mischievous. She leaned against the doorframe, her posture relaxed, completely unbothered by her near-nudity. "Jihyo likes her surprises. She said you were good with your hands."
Before Mark could formulate a response, Jihyo appeared from behind the door, her presence commanding immediate attention. She wore a blue swimsuit, one-piece but cut scandalously high on her hips, the fabric a deep navy that contrasted beautifully with her warm skin. The neckline plunged between her breasts, showing ample cleavage, and the back was open, revealing the smooth expanse of her spine. Her dark hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and her eyes sparkled with knowing amusement.
"Mark," she breathed, pushing past Somi to embrace him. Her body pressed against his, soft and firm in equal measure, the scent of vanilla and something more primal enveloping him. "You came. I wasn't sure you'd have the courage."
She pulled back but kept her hand on his arm, guiding him into the suite. The living room was spacious, modern furniture arranged around a glass coffee table, floor-to-ceiling windows showing the city lights beyond. Mark stood in the center of the room, suddenly aware of his casual attire, his jeans and t-shirt feeling inadequate against the swimwear-clad women.
"Somi, this is Mark," Jihyo said, her hand sliding down to interlace with his fingers. "The one I told you about. The one who fucked me so thoroughly in the gym locker room that I couldn't walk straight for hours."
Somi's eyes widened, her lips parting in an expression of delighted shock. She stepped closer, her gaze roaming over Mark's body with frank appraisal. "In the locker room? Jihyo, you dirty girl. Was it against the lockers?"
"Against the wall," Jihyo confirmed, her thumb stroking Mark's palm. "He had me pinned there, my legs wrapped around his waist, his cock so deep I could feel him in my throat."
"And he made you scream?" Somi asked, her voice dropping to a lower register, huskier.
"Like a banshee," Jihyo laughed. "The entire gym probably heard. I didn't care. I couldn't care, not with him pounding into me like that."
Mark felt his face flush, the memory flooding back, the heat and urgency of that encounter, Jihyo's nails digging into his shoulders, her wetness coating his shaft as he drove into her again and again.
"Well," Somi said, stepping even closer, her breasts nearly brushing against his arm. "I hope he's got stamina for three. I don't like being disappointed."
From the bedroom doorway, a voice called out, melodic and sweet, carrying a hint of impatience. "Jihyo yaa, I'm ready, where's your-"
Sana emerged into the living room, her presence like stepping into sunlight. She wore a white bikini, pure and virginal in color but sinful in cut, the triangles of the top barely containing her generous breasts, strings tied behind her neck and back. The bottom was a thong style, the thin strip of fabric disappearing between her rounded buttocks. Her hair was down, dark and glossy, falling past her shoulders in waves that caught the light. Her face was bare of makeup, natural and stunning, her eyes large and expressive.
She stopped mid-sentence, her mouth forming a perfect 'o' as she took in the scene before her. Mark watched her gaze travel from Jihyo to Somi to him, confusion giving way to realization, then to something hotter, darker.
"Oh," Sana said, her voice soft. "Oh my."
"Sana," Jihyo said, her tone warm and inviting. "This is Mark. Remember I told you I met someone special at the gym? This is him."
Sana's eyes met Mark's, and he felt the impact like a physical blow, her gaze intense and assessing, roaming over his face, his shoulders, down his chest. She took a step forward, then another, her hips swaying with unconscious grace.
"The gym guy," she repeated, her lips curving into a smile that was part shy, part predatory. "Jihyo hasn't stopped talking about you. She said you were.. talented."
"She's exaggerating," Mark managed, though his voice was rough.
"She doesn't exaggerate about sex," Sana said, now standing directly in front of him. She was shorter than the other two, more petite, but her presence filled his vision. "When Jihyo says someone is good, they're exceptional. She has very high standards."
"Very high," Somi agreed from his side.
"And you came," Sana continued, her hand rising to touch his chest, her fingers light through his t-shirt. "You came when she called, knowing she might have surprises for you."
"I hoped," Mark admitted, looking down at her beautiful face. "I hoped there might be more than just talking."
Sana laughed, the sound like bells. "Talking? Oh, sweetie, we're not here for talking." She looked over at Jihyo. "He's cute. I like his eyes."
"He has very nice eyes," Jihyo agreed. "And very nice hands. And a very nice.. everything else."
"Can I touch him?" Sana asked, her gaze never leaving Mark's face.
"He's not a museum piece," Somi snorted. "Though he should be, with that jawline."
"I want to make sure he's real," Sana said, her hand sliding down to his stomach, then lower, her palm pressing against the growing hardness in his jeans. "Oh. Very real."
Mark groaned, his hips bucking slightly into her touch. Sana's eyes darkened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
"He's responsive," she observed. "I like that."
"We all do," Jihyo said, moving to stand behind him, her hands resting on his shoulders. "Sana, Somi, should we show him what we have planned?"
"Show me," Mark said, his voice gravelly. "Show me everything."
Sana's smile turned wicked, her hand still pressed against his erection. "Oh, we're going to show you more than everything. We're going to ruin you for other women."
"Promise?" Mark asked.
"Guarantee," Sana whispered, and then she was rising on her toes, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body pressing fully against him. She hugged him tight, her breasts squashed against his chest, her cheek against his, and he could feel her heart beating fast, matching his own rhythm. "Welcome to paradise, Mark. You're going to get so lucky today."
Jihyo disappeared into the bedroom, her footsteps light against the carpet. Mark stood between Somi and Sana, the two women flanking him like guardians of some erotic temple, their bodies radiating heat and promise. Somi's hand found his, her fingers interlacing with his, while Sana remained pressed against his front, her head resting on his shoulder.
"Jihyo says you're strong," Somi murmured, her thumb tracing circles on his palm. "She says you can lift her easily."
"I work out," Mark said, his free hand coming to rest on Sana's lower back, his fingers dipping beneath the string of her bikini bottom.
"Good," Somi purred. "Because we're going to test your strength. All three of us."
Sana nipped at his neck, her teeth grazing his skin. "We're going to wear you out, Mark. We're going to use you until you can't move."
"Challenge accepted," he breathed.
Jihyo returned from the bedroom, her arms laden with three large white towels, plush and hotel-fresh. She dropped them onto the coffee table with a soft thud, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Without any further delay," she announced, her voice commanding and sure, "let's fucking go to the pool."
The three women moved as one, untangling from Mark and heading toward the door. Jihyo paused, looking back at him, her gaze dropping to his still-clothed body.
"Strip," she ordered, her tone brooking no argument. "Strip to just your shorts. Nothing else."
Mark obeyed, his fingers finding the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. The air was cool against his heated skin, his muscles defined from years of training. He kicked off his shoes, then unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his legs until he stood in only his boxer briefs, the dark fabric tented with his arousal.
"Those too," Somi said, her eyes hungry. "Jihyo said shorts. Tight shorts. Show us what you're working with."
Mark hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down, his cock springing free, heavy and thick, before he quickly pulled on the swim trunks he'd brought in his bag. They were black and tight, leaving little to the imagination, the outline of his erection clearly visible against the fabric.
The three women watched him with predatory focus, their gazes fixed on the bulge between his legs. Somi and Sana moved to either side of him, their hands finding his buttocks, squeezing the firm muscle through the thin material.
"Firm," Somi commented, giving him another squeeze.
"Very nice," Sana agreed, her hand sliding to cup his cheek.
They chuckled, the sound low and conspiratorial, and each took one of his hands, guiding him forward like royalty escorted by his concubines. Jihyo led the way, her hips swaying in that devastating swimsuit, and they moved through the hotel corridor as a group, four bodies united in purpose.
The private pool area was on the rooftop, accessed by a key card that Jihyo produced from somewhere in her swimsuit. The space was enclosed by high walls, lush greenery providing privacy, the pool itself glowing with underwater lights that turned the water into liquid turquoise. Steam rose gently from the heated surface, and the city skyline provided a stunning backdrop.
Jihyo checked the perimeter, ensuring they were truly alone, before nodding to the others. "We're clear. Just us."
Somi and Sana released his hands, their movements synchronized as they moved toward the pool's edge. They didn't dive in immediately. Instead, they turned to face him, three beautiful women in minimal swimwear, their bodies illuminated by the soft glow of the pool lights.
"Last one in has to eat the others out first," Somi challenged, her eyes sparkling.
"You're on," Sana laughed.
But Mark didn't move to race them. He stood his ground, watching as they slowly, deliberately, removed what little they wore. Somi reached behind her back, untying her bikini top and letting it fall, her breasts bouncing free, full and perfect with pink nipples already hard in the cool night air. She pushed her panties down, stepping out of them, and stood completely naked, her shaved pussy glistening with anticipation.
Sana followed, her white bikini top coming undone with a tug of the string, her breasts larger than Somi's, heavy and ripe, dark nipples puckered. She turned as she removed her bottom, giving Mark a view of her perfect ass, round and firm, before facing him again, her mound bare and wet.
Jihyo was last, her one-piece requiring more effort, peeling the wet fabric from her skin, revealing her body inch by inch. Her breasts were high and firm, her waist narrow, her hips flaring into powerful thighs. Between her legs, a neat strip of dark hair pointed to her slit, already swollen and slick.
Three naked women. Three idols. Three goddesses standing before him, offering themselves without reservation.
"Your turn," Jihyo said, her voice husky. "Show us, Mark. Show us everything."
Mark hooked his thumbs in his waistband and pushed the shorts down, his cock springing free, thick and veined, the head dark and swollen. It bobbed heavily against his stomach as he stepped out of the fabric, standing as naked as they were, his arousal evident, undeniable.
Sana made a small sound, almost a whimper, her hand moving to her own breast, pinching her nipple. "Oh god," she breathed. "Jihyo, you didn't tell us he was that big."
"I told you he was perfect," Jihyo said, her own hand sliding between her legs.
"Perfect," Somi echoed, her gaze fixed on his shaft. "Absolutely perfect."
They moved toward him, closing the distance, and then they were touching him, their hands roaming over his chest, his arms, his back, lower to grip his ass, his thighs, and finally, finally, to wrap around his cock. Three sets of hands, soft and warm, stroking him, exploring him, claiming him.
"The pool," Jihyo gasped, though she didn't stop touching him. "We should.. the pool.."
"Yes," Sana agreed, but she was kissing his shoulder, her tongue hot against his skin.
"Now," Somi commanded, and she was the one to lead him, her hand firm around his wrist, pulling him toward the water.
They entered the pool together, the warm water enveloping Mark's heated skin like a caress. The three women surrounded him, their bodies slick and wet, hair beginning to darken as the water claimed it. Sana was the most forward, her hands immediately finding his erection beneath the surface, her fingers wrapping around his girth and stroking slowly.
"So hard," she murmured, her lips against his ear. "So hot."
Somi pressed against his back, her breasts squashing against his shoulder blades, her nipples hard points digging into his skin. Her hands came around to grip his ass, kneading the muscle, her pelvis grinding against him from behind.
"You're ours tonight," she whispered, her breath hot. "Every inch of you."
Jihyo faced him, floating close, her legs wrapping around his waist, her pussy grinding against his lower stomach. She kissed him, deep and filthy, her tongue invading his mouth, tasting him, claiming him. Her breasts bobbed in the water, nipples grazing his chest, and he could feel the heat of her cunt even through the warm water.
They moved him toward the shallower end, where built-in seats lined the pool wall. Sana guided him to sit, the water lapping at his chest, and then she was between his legs, her face level with his cock which broke the surface, standing proud and desperate.
"Mine first," she declared, and before he could respond, she had lowered her mouth onto him, her lips stretching around his thickness, her tongue swirling around the head.
Mark groaned, his head falling back, his hands gripping the pool edge. Somi was immediately behind him, her hands on his shoulders, her mouth on his neck, sucking marks into his skin. Jihyo positioned herself beside him, her hand joining Sana's on his shaft, stroking what the other woman couldn't take.
"Look at her," Jihyo commanded. "Watch Sana suck your cock. Watch how much she wants it."
Mark lifted his head, his gaze finding Sana's eyes looking up at him, her mouth full of him, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. She was beautiful like this, debased and worshipful, her wet hair clinging to her face and shoulders, water droplets running down her breasts.
Sana pulled back with a pop, her hand replacing her mouth, stroking him firmly. "Delicious," she purred. "I want more."
"Then take more," Mark growled, his hand finding the back of her head, guiding her back down.
She took him deeper this time, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, her gag reflex making her eyes water. But she didn't pull back. She relaxed, swallowing around him, taking him further, her nose pressing against his stomach.
"Fuck," Mark gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Fuck, Sana.."
Somi's hands slid down his chest, her fingers finding his nipples, pinching and twisting. "She's good, isn't she? Wait until you feel all of us. Wait until we're taking turns riding this big cock."
Jihyo moved to straddle his thigh, her pussy hot and slick against his skin. She ground herself against him, her clit dragging against his muscle, her moans mixing with the wet sounds of Sana's mouth on his cock.
"Let's move this to the side," Somi suggested, her voice rough with desire. "I want to feel him inside me. I want to feel that stretch."
They helped him from the pool, his body glistening with water, his cock standing straight out, hard and throbbing. The night air was cool against his wet skin, but he didn't feel cold. He felt electric, alive, every nerve ending screaming for more touch, more sensation.
Somi was the first to push him down onto one of the lounge chairs, the cushioned surface soft against his back. She climbed over him, her knees on either side of his hips, her pussy hovering above his cock. She reached down, gripping him, positioning him at her entrance.
"Watch," she commanded, her eyes locked on his. "Watch me take you."
She lowered herself slowly, inch by inch, her tightness gripping him, sucking him in. She was wet, so wet, but still tight, her muscles fluttering around his intrusion. Her breasts hung above him, swaying slightly with her movements, water still dripping from her hair onto his chest.
"Oh god," she moaned, her head falling back as she seated herself fully, her ass resting against his thighs, his entire length buried inside her. "Oh fuck, you're so deep. I can feel you everywhere."
Mark's hands found her hips, gripping hard, his fingers digging into her flesh. He thrust up, making her cry out, her breasts bouncing with the movement.
"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, fuck me. Use me."
He began to move, lifting his hips to meet her downward strokes, establishing a rhythm that was hard and fast, the chair creaking beneath them. Somi's hands came to her own breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples, her face a mask of ecstasy.
From the sides, Jihyo and Sana watched, their hands between their own legs, fingers working their clits as they observed the fucking. Then they moved closer, kneeling on either side of the chair, their bodies presenting themselves to him.
"Touch us," Jihyo begged, her voice high and needy. "Please, Mark, touch us while you fuck her."
He reached out, his right hand finding Jihyo's pussy, his fingers sliding through her wetness, finding her entrance and pushing inside. His left hand mirrored the action with Sana, both women moaning as he fingered them, his digits curling to find their g-spots while his cock continued to pound into Somi.
"Kiss me," Somi demanded, leaning down, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples dragging against his skin.
He captured her mouth, his tongue invading, tasting chlorine and desire. Their teeth clashed, their breath mingling, and he could feel her tightening around him, her orgasm building.
"Come for me," he growled against her lips. "Come on my cock, Somi. Show them how good it feels."
She shattered, her cry breaking their kiss, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on him in rhythmic spasms that threatened to milk his own release. But he held back, gritting his teeth, his fingers still working Jihyo and Sana who were both close, their hips bucking against his hands.
When Somi collapsed against him, spent and trembling, he gently lifted her off, his cock sliding free, glistening with her arousal. He laid her on the chair beside him, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed.
"My turn," Sana said immediately, pushing Jihyo aside playfully. "I need him inside me."
Mark stood, his cock bobbing heavy and wet, and pulled Sana to the edge of the chair. He pushed her back, her legs spreading automatically, her pussy on full display, pink and swollen and dripping. He positioned himself at her entrance, dragging his head through her folds, coating himself in her wetness.
"Please," Sana whimpered, her hands reaching for her own breasts, pulling at her nipples. "Please, Mark, I need it. I've been thinking about this since Jihyo told us about you. I've been touching myself, imagining this moment."
He thrust into her in one hard stroke, filling her completely, bottoming out with a force that made her scream. Her back arched off the chair, her breasts thrusting upward, and he immediately fell upon them, his mouth finding one nipple, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
"Yes," she chanted, her hands in his hair, holding him to her chest. "Yes, yes, fuck me, use my tits, use my pussy, use all of me."
He established a brutal pace, his hips snapping against hers, the sound of flesh meeting flesh loud in the night air. Sana's breasts bounced with each thrust, and he moved between them, licking and sucking and biting, marking her skin.
Jihyo and Somi recovered enough to join them, kneeling on either side of Sana's head. They presented their pussies to her face, and Sana, ever the pleaser, turned her head to lick at Jihyo, her tongue darting out to taste her friend's arousal, then turning to do the same to Somi.
Mark watched this, his arousal spiking at the sight of Sana eating out his other lovers while he fucked her. He reached out with both hands, finding Jihyo and Somi's breasts, kneading them, pinching their nipples, his fingers slick with their wetness.
"So good," he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "So fucking good. You all feel incredible."
"Come for us," Jihyo begged, her hips rocking against Sana's mouth. "Come inside her, Mark. Fill her up."
"Not yet," he gritted out, pulling out of Sana with a wet sound, leaving her whimpering and empty. "Jihyo. Turn around."
Jihyo understood immediately, moving to the chair and bending over it, her ass presented to him like a gift. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes dark with desire, her hair falling in her face.
"Take me," she said, her voice steady despite her trembling body. "Fuck me like you did at the gym. Hard and fast and dirty."
He positioned himself behind her, gripping her hips, and slammed into her without warning, making her cry out. She was tighter from this angle, her walls gripping him like a vice, and he could feel her cervix kissing the head of his cock with each deep thrust.
"Yes," she screamed, her knuckles white where she gripped the chair. "Yes, just like that. Punish me. I've been teasing you all night. Punish my pussy."
He did, his hips becoming a blur, his balls slapping against her clit with each stroke. He reached around her, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he pounded into her, his other hand gripping her hair, pulling her head back.
Somi and Sana watched, their hands between their legs, their eyes glazed with lust. They moved closer, their free hands roaming over Mark's back, his ass, his thighs, their touch adding layers to his pleasure.
"You're going to make me come," Jihyo warned, her voice breaking. "I'm going to come so hard on your cock."
"Do it," Mark commanded. "Come for me, Jihyo. Milk my cock."
She exploded, her scream echoing off the rooftop walls, her body convulsing, her pussy gripping him in rhythmic pulses that finally broke his control. He thrust deep, holding himself buried to the hilt, and felt his release rush through him, hot and powerful, spilling into her in thick ropes.
"Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. "Fuck, yes."
When he finally pulled out, his cum dripped from Jihyo's swollen pussy, running down her thighs. She collapsed onto the chair, her body limp and satisfied.
But the night was far from over. Somi and Sana descended upon him, their mouths finding his cock, licking him clean, their tongues meeting around his shaft, sharing his taste mixed with Jihyo's arousal. They were insatiable, these three, their hunger for him evident in every touch, every lick, every whispered promise of more to come.
They moved to the poolside, Sana climbing onto Mark's lap as he sat on the edge, her legs wrapping around his waist. She was still hungry, her pussy sliding against his spent cock, trying to coax it back to life.
"Again," she whispered, her lips against his ear. "I need you again. I need to feel you come inside me."
Mark felt his cock twitch, responding to her heat, her wetness. He was far from done with these three women. The night had only just begun, and there were hours of pleasure ahead, countless positions to explore, endless ways to make them scream his name.
Jihyo and Somi dove into the pool, their naked bodies cutting through the water with grace, while Sana remained on top of Mark, kissing him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth with desperate hunger. They were beautiful like this, the city lights behind them, the water reflecting their movements, the night air carrying their moans.
When Jihyo and Somi returned to the poolside, their skin glistening with water, their hair slicked back, they found Sana and Mark still entwined, his cock hard again, pressing against her entrance.
"Look at him," Somi said, her voice admiring. "Ready for more. Jihyo, I think we found the perfect man."
"The perfect man," Jihyo agreed, moving to kneel beside them. "And he's all ours tonight."
She reached out, her hand wrapping around Mark's shaft, guiding him to Sana's waiting entrance. Sana sank down onto him with a sigh of pure satisfaction, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples hard points against his skin.
"Ride him," Jihyo commanded. "Show us how you like it, Sana."
Sana began to move, her hips rolling in a sinuous rhythm, her pussy gripping Mark's cock with each upward stroke. She was tight, so tight, and wet, her arousal coating him, making him slick and sensitive.
Mark reached up, his hands finding her breasts, kneading them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back, water droplets flying from the ends.
Somi moved to kneel behind Sana, her hands reaching around to cup Sana's breasts from behind, her fingers joining Mark's in teasing the sensitive flesh. Her mouth found Sana's neck, sucking marks into her skin, her teeth grazing the tendon there.
"Does it feel good?" Somi whispered, her voice carrying to Mark. "Does her pussy feel good around your cock?"
"Incredible," Mark groaned, his hips thrusting up to meet Sana's movements. "So fucking incredible."
Jihyo positioned herself between his legs, her face level with where he and Sana were joined. She watched them fuck, her eyes dark with lust, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Then she leaned forward, her tongue finding Sana's clit, licking around where Mark's cock entered her, tasting their combined arousal.
"Oh god," Sana cried out, her movements stuttering. "Oh god, Jihyo, your tongue.."
Jihyo didn't stop, her mouth working Sana's clit while Mark continued to thrust into her, the dual sensations driving Sana wild. Her hands gripped Mark's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her moans becoming continuous, building toward another peak.
Mark could feel his own orgasm building again, his balls tightening, his cock swelling inside Sana's tight heat. He reached down with one hand, finding Jihyo's hair, gripping it, holding her to them as he fucked Sana harder, faster.
"I'm going to come," he warned, his voice strained. "I'm going to come inside you, Sana."
"Yes," she begged, her voice high and desperate. "Yes, please, fill me up. I want to feel you spill inside me."
He exploded, his cock pulsing, hot cum flooding her depths, triggering her own orgasm. She clamped down on him, her pussy milking him, her scream echoing across the rooftop. Jihyo continued to lick them both, her tongue collecting their combined release, her moans of pleasure vibrating against Sana's sensitive flesh.
When it was over, when they were all spent and trembling, they collapsed together on the poolside, bodies entangled, skin slick with sweat and water and other fluids. The city lights twinkled above them, indifferent to their debauchery, and the night stretched on, promising more pleasure, more exploration, more of this perfect, hedonistic paradise they had created together.
Sana lay on top of Mark, her head on his chest, her body limp and satisfied. Somi and Jihyo curled against his sides, their hands roaming lazily over his skin, their touches gentle now, exploratory rather than demanding.
"That was.." Somi started, her voice trailing off.
"Amazing," Jihyo finished.
"Just the beginning," Sana murmured, her lips curving into a smile against Mark's skin. "The night is still young. And we have a room upstairs with a very large bed.
Mark closed his eyes, his hands finding their bodies, stroking soft skin, memorizing curves. He was exhausted, yes, but already he could feel his body stirring again, responding to their proximity, their heat.
"Give me five minutes," he said, his voice rough. "Then we'll see who begs for mercy first."
Laughter bubbled up from all three women, bright and delighted, filling the night air with promise. They had hours ahead of them, hours of pleasure and exploration, hours to learn every inch of each other's bodies. And Mark intended to make the most of every single second.
They lay there in comfortable silence, the sounds of the city a distant backdrop to their breathing, their heartbeats. The pool water lapped gently against the sides, and somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed, but here, in this private oasis, they were alone in their world of sensation.
Sana shifted, her hand trailing down Mark's stomach, finding his cock, still half-hard, sticky with their combined release. She stroked him gently, her touch light, teasing.
"Already recovering," she observed, her voice filled with admiration. "I knew Jihyo wasn't exaggerating."
"He's insatiable," Jihyo agreed, her own hand joining Sana's, both women stroking him slowly, coaxing him back to full hardness.
"Perfect," Somi purred, her mouth finding Mark's nipple, her tongue circling the sensitive flesh. "Absolutely perfect."
Mark groaned, his hips bucking into their combined touch, his body responding despite the exhaustion. He was theirs tonight, completely and utterly, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
The night stretched before them, endless and full of promise, and they had only just begun to explore the depths of their desire.
Back in the suite, the air conditioning hummed softly against the heated atmosphere they had carried in from the pool. Their bodies, still damp with chlorinated water and the evidence of their prolonged coupling, left faint traces on the plush carpet as they moved through the living space. Jihyo, Sana, and Somi had donned the white bathrobes provided by the hotel, though the garments did little to conceal their nakedness beneath, the thin cotton clinging to wet curves and revealing more than they hid.
Somi was the first to shed hers, the fabric pooling at her feet with a soft whisper. She stretched, her arms reaching toward the ceiling, her body a study in golden perfection. Her breasts lifted with the movement, nipples still hard and dark against her pale areolas, and the muscles of her abdomen flexed, leading the eye down to her shaved mound, glistening still with arousal and pool water.
"I need a shower badly," she announced, her voice carrying that particular satisfaction that came from being thoroughly used and yet still wanting more. "I can still feel him inside me, and I want to be clean before I get dirty again."
Jihyo laughed, the sound rich and warm, and she too shed her robe, revealing her own body in its post-coital glory. Her skin was flushed pink, particularly across her chest and thighs, marks of their passionate encounters beginning to bloom in the form of light bruises and suction kisses. Between her legs, her dark hair was matted with their combined fluids, evidence of Mark's release inside her.
"Come on then," Jihyo said, taking Somi's hand. "We'll shower together. Save water."
"And time," Somi added with a wicked grin, her eyes finding Mark's with a promise that made his spent cock twitch in anticipation.
The two women disappeared into the bathroom, their giggles and the sound of running water soon filling the space. Mark stood in the living room, suddenly aware of his own nudity, his body cooling in the air-conditioned environment. He had not bothered with a robe, his skin still bearing the marks of their attentions, scratches and bites that he would wear with pride.
Sana remained, having settled onto the plush sofa, her own robe still clinging to her shoulders though it had fallen open to reveal the valley between her breasts. She patted the cushion beside her, her eyes inviting, and Mark moved to join her, his body sinking into the soft cushions with a sigh of relief.
They sat side by side, naked beneath their respective states of undress, the silence between them comfortable and charged. Sana's hair was still damp, darker now that it was wet, curling slightly at the ends where it touched her shoulders. She turned to face him, her expression soft, satiated, and yet still hungry in a way that had nothing to do with food.
"You're incredible," she said, her voice quiet, almost shy despite everything they had done together. "I mean it. What you did out there.. the way you touched us, the way you made us feel.."
Mark turned to face her, his hand finding hers where it rested on the cushion between them. Her fingers were small, delicate, but he remembered the strength in them when she had gripped his cock, when she had scratched his back in the throes of passion.
"You're the incredible one," he replied, his voice sincere. "All three of you. I've never.. I've never experienced anything like tonight. The way you give yourselves so completely, so unreservedly. It's intoxicating."
Sana's cheeks flushed, a deeper pink than the flush of arousal, and she ducked her head, her hair falling forward to curtain her face. "We trust you," she said, looking up through her lashes. "Jihyo vetted you, and that's enough for us. But more than that.. there's something about you. Something that makes us want to open ourselves completely."
"Your body is beautiful," Mark said, his free hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face, his fingers trailing down her neck, her collarbone, to rest lightly on her breast through the open robe. "Every inch of you. Your breasts," he cupped one, feeling the weight, the softness, the way her nipple hardened against his palm. "They're perfect. Heavy and soft and responsive."
Sana's breath hitched, her chest rising into his touch. "You like them?" she asked, though her smile said she knew the answer.
"I love them," Mark confirmed, his thumb brushing over her nipple, making her gasp. "I love the way they feel in my hands, the way they taste, the way they bounce when I'm inside you."
"And my pussy?" she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper, her legs shifting apart slightly, inviting his gaze.
"Wet and tight and hot," Mark growled, his hand sliding down her stomach, his fingers finding her mound, still slick with his earlier release. "The way you grip me when I'm inside you, the way you pulse around my cock when you come. It's the most incredible feeling I've ever known."
"You're making me wet again," Sana admitted, her hips rocking slightly against his fingers. "Just talking about it. Just your words."
"Good," Mark said, leaning closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Because I want to be inside you again. I want to feel you come around me, screaming my name."
Sana turned her head, capturing his lips with hers, the kiss starting gentle but quickly deepening, becoming desperate and hungry. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, her robe falling open completely, leaving her naked against him. Mark's hand worked between her legs, his fingers sliding through her folds, finding her clit, circling it with practiced pressure.
"Mark," she gasped against his mouth, her hips bucking into his touch. "Mark, please.."
He was about to lift her onto his lap, to impale her on his already hardening cock, when a voice interrupted them from the hallway.
"Well, well," Jihyo said, her tone amused and commanding. "Starting without us?"
Mark and Sana broke apart, both turning to see Jihyo and Somi standing in the bathroom doorway, steam billowing out behind them. They wore only towels, wrapped loosely around their bodies, hair wet and slicked back, skin pink and clean from the shower.
"We were just.. talking," Sana said, her voice breathless, her face flushed.
"Talking," Somi repeated, her eyebrow raised. "Is that what we're calling it now?"
"Come here," Jihyo commanded, crooking her finger at Sana. "You two need to shower. You're still covered in.. evidence."
Sana pouted, her lower lip pushing out in an expression that was both childish and erotic. "But I don't want to move. I was comfortable."
"And you can be comfortable in the shower," Jihyo said, moving forward to take Sana's hand, pulling her to her feet. "Go. Take Mark with you. Wash each other. Explore each other."
She turned to Mark, her eyes dark and serious. "He's going to stay here tonight. All night. And you, Sana, can take him anytime you want. Anywhere you want. He's ours until morning."
Sana's pout transformed into a smile, wicked and delighted. "Anytime?"
"Anytime," Jihyo confirmed. "But first, clean up. I want you both fresh for round.. what are we on now? Four? Five?"
"I lost count," Somi admitted, her towel slipping slightly to reveal the swell of her breast.
"Go," Jihyo said, pushing Sana toward the bathroom. "Take your time. We have all night."
Sana took Mark's hand, pulling him up from the sofa, her naked body pressed against his side as they moved toward the bathroom. She looked back over her shoulder at Jihyo and Somi, her expression playful.
"Don't start without us," she said.
"No promises," Somi called back, already moving toward the bedroom, her towel dropping to the floor behind her.
The bathroom was steamy, the mirrors fogged, the scent of hotel soap and shampoo heavy in the air. The shower was large, a walk-in affair with multiple heads and bench seating along one wall, big enough for several people. Sana turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was hot, almost scalding, steam rising in thick clouds.
"Come here," she said, stepping under the spray, her body immediately slick with water.
Mark joined her, the heat of the water pounding against his tired muscles, soothing aches he hadn't realized he had. Sana reached for a bottle of body wash, pouring a generous amount into her palm, and began to wash him, her hands sliding over his chest, his arms, his back, her touch thorough and intimate.
"My turn," Mark said, taking the bottle from her, pouring soap into his own hands.
He started with her shoulders, working the lather into her skin, his fingers kneading the muscle there, working out tension. He moved down her arms, to her hands, washing each finger individually, his touch gentle and reverent. Then up to her neck, her throat, his thumbs brushing over her pulse point, feeling her heartbeat racing.
"Turn around," he commanded, and she obeyed, presenting her back to him.
He washed her back in long strokes, from her shoulders to the curve of her ass, his hands sliding into the cleft between her cheeks, making her gasp. Then down her legs, her calves, her feet, lifting each one to wash thoroughly before rising again.
"Face me," he said, his voice rough.
She turned, and he began to wash her front, starting at her collarbone, working down to her breasts. He took his time there, cupping each one, lifting them, his thumbs circling her nipples, the soap making his touch slippery and smooth. Sana's head fell back against the tile, her eyes closing, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Mark," she whispered. "Please.."
"Please what?" he asked, his hands sliding down her stomach, to her hips, her thighs.
"Please touch me. Really touch me."
He understood, his hand sliding between her legs, his fingers finding her clit, swollen and sensitive. He circled it with his soapy fingers, the slickness making the touch glide, intense and overwhelming. Sana's knees buckled, and he caught her, his other arm wrapping around her waist, holding her up as he continued to tease her.
"More," she begged. "Inside. Please, I need you inside."
Mark positioned her against the shower wall, her back against the cool tile, her legs wrapping around his waist. He was hard, had been hard since they entered the shower, and he positioned himself at her entrance, dragging his head through her folds, coating himself in her wetness.
"Look at me," he commanded, waiting until her eyes opened, dark and glazed with desire. "Watch me enter you."
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, her tightness gripping him, resisting slightly before yielding. She was hot inside, hotter than the shower water, and wet, so wet that he slid deep with ease despite her tightness. When he was fully seated, his pelvis pressed against hers, he paused, letting her feel him, letting her adjust to his size.
"Forty-five minutes," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Jihyo said take our time. We have forty-five minutes."
"Then we'll use every second," Mark promised, beginning to move.
He established a slow rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in, each thrust deliberate and deep. The water pounded down on them, running in rivers over their joined bodies, the steam surrounding them like a cocoon. Sana's breasts bounced with each thrust, and he bent his head to capture one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
"Yes," she chanted, her hips meeting his thrusts. "Yes, just like that. Harder. Deeper."
He increased his pace, his hips snapping against hers, the sound of flesh meeting flesh mixing with the water. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he fucked her, feeling her tighten around him, her orgasm building.
"Not yet," he growled, pulling out suddenly, making her cry out at the loss.
"Turn around," he commanded, spinning her to face the wall. "Bend over."
She obeyed, her hands flat against the tile, her ass presented to him, water running down her spine, pooling in the dimples above her buttocks. He positioned himself behind her, gripping her hips, and entered her in one hard stroke, bottoming out with a force that made her scream.
From this angle, she was even tighter, her walls gripping him like a vice, and he could feel every inch of her, the texture of her inner walls, the way she fluttered around him. He reached around her, his hands finding her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples, his chest pressed against her back.
"Touch yourself," he commanded, his voice rough in her ear. "Play with your clit while I fuck you."
Her hand moved between her legs, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in frantic circles as he pounded into her from behind. The shower filled with the sounds of their fucking, wet and obscene, mixing with their moans and gasps.
"Close," she warned, her voice breaking. "I'm so close."
"Come for me," Mark commanded, his own release building, his balls tightening. "Come on my cock, Sana. Show me how much you love it."
She shattered, her cry echoing off the tiles, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on him in rhythmic spasms that triggered his own orgasm. He thrust deep, holding himself buried to the hilt, and spilled inside her, hot and thick, filling her completely.
They stayed like that for long moments, connected, his cock pulsing inside her, her body trembling around him. The water continued to pour down, washing away the evidence of their passion, leaving them clean and sated.
When he finally pulled out, Sana turned in his arms, her face flushed, her eyes bright. She kissed him, soft and sweet, a contrast to the violence of their coupling.
"That was.." she started, her voice trailing off.
"Perfect," Mark finished.
They finished their shower in silence, washing each other again, more gently this time, their touches exploratory rather than demanding. When they finally emerged, wrapped in fresh towels, they found Jihyo and Somi waiting in the bedroom, both naked on the large bed, posed like odalisques in some erotic painting.
Jihyo lay on her side, her head propped on one hand, her body a curve of soft skin and dark hair. Somi was on her back, her legs slightly parted, her golden skin glowing in the lamplight. Both women looked up as Mark and Sana entered, their expressions hungry and inviting.
"You took your time," Jihyo observed, her eyes roaming over their towel-clad bodies.
"We were thorough," Sana replied, dropping her towel and climbing onto the bed, crawling toward Somi.
"Come here," Somi said, reaching out for Mark, her arms open and welcoming.
Mark dropped his own towel and moved to the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He lay between them, Jihyo at his back, Somi at his front, Sana curling around Somi like a cat. Four bodies, warm and soft and willing, entangled in the large bed.
"You wanna come over..?" Jihyo whispered in his ear, her hand sliding down his stomach to find his cock, already stirring again despite his exhaustion.
"We're waiting for you," Somi added, her leg hooking over his hip, her wetness pressing against his thigh.
The night stretched before them, hours of darkness filled with the sounds of pleasure, the scent of sex, the feeling of skin on skin. They moved together, shifting positions, mouths finding breasts and cocks and pussies, hands roaming, bodies joining and separating and joining again.
Mark lost himself in them, in the taste of Jihyo's nipples, the feel of Somi's tightness around his fingers, the sound of Sana's moans as he licked her to orgasm. They took him in turns, riding him, sucking him, presenting themselves to be used and pleasured. He fucked them in every position he could imagine, and some they taught him, their flexibility and enthusiasm endless.
At one point, he had Jihyo on her back, her legs over his shoulders as he drove into her, while Sana sat on her face, grinding against her mouth, and Somi knelt beside them, her fingers working her own clit as she watched. At another, Somi was on her hands and knees, Mark behind her, his cock buried in her ass while Jihyo lay beneath them, licking his balls and her clit, and Sana kissed him over Somi's shoulder, her hands pinching her own nipples.
The combinations were endless, their hunger insatiable. They came countless times, Mark filling each of them, their bodies marked by his release, their skin flushed and sensitive. The bed became a mess of sweat and cum and arousal, the sheets tangled and damp, the pillows scattered to the floor.
And through it all, they talked, whispered filthy encouragements, praised each other's bodies, described what they wanted, what they felt, what they needed. Their voices filled the room, breathless and broken by pleasure, creating a symphony of desire that lasted until the early hours of the morning.
When exhaustion finally claimed them, they collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and satisfied bodies, Mark in the center, the three women curled around him like protective spirits. He fell asleep with his hand on Jihyo's breast, his leg tangled with Sana's, his face buried in Somi's hair, the scent of them surrounding him, the warmth of their bodies his blanket.
It was, without question, the most perfect night of his life.
Morning came with soft light filtering through the curtains, gentle and golden, casting warm rectangles across the bed. Mark woke slowly, consciousness returning in layers, his body aching in the most pleasant way, muscles sore from exertion, skin sensitive to the touch.
He became aware of his surroundings gradually, the softness of the mattress beneath him, the warmth of bodies on either side, the scent of sex and perfume and sleep that filled the air. He opened his eyes to find himself staring up at the ceiling, the white plaster marked with shadows from the window blinds.
To his left, Somi stirred, her blonde hair tickling his shoulder, her breath warm against his neck. She was pressed against his side, one leg thrown over his hip, her breasts soft pillows against his arm. To his right, Jihyo was curled into him, her dark hair spread across the pillow, her hand resting on his chest, rising and falling with his breathing.
They were all still naked, the sheets having been kicked off sometime in the night, their bodies exposed to the morning air. Mark could see the marks of their passion on their skin, bruises and bites and scratches, evidence of the hours of pleasure they had shared.
Sana was not in the bed, but he could hear sounds from the bathroom, water running, the toilet flushing. She emerged a moment later, still naked, her hair sleep-tousled, her eyes heavy with lingering drowsiness. She saw him awake and smiled, a slow, satisfied expression that lit up her face.
"Morning," she whispered, moving to the bed, crawling across the mattress toward him.
"Morning," he whispered back, his voice rough from sleep and disuse.
Somi stirred at the sound of their voices, her eyes fluttering open, blue and confused for a moment before clearing, recognition dawning. She smiled, stretching like a cat, her body arching off the bed, her breasts thrusting upward.
"Good morning," she purred, her voice thick with sleep.
Jihyo was the last to wake, her hand tightening on Mark's chest, her eyes opening to find him looking down at her. She smiled, soft and intimate, a private expression meant only for him.
"Hey," she said, her voice husky.
"Hey," he replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
Somi, fully awake now, pushed herself up on one elbow, her gaze roaming over Mark's face with a hunger that had not been satisfied by the night's activities. "I want a good morning kiss," she announced, her tone playful but her eyes serious.
"Me too," Jihyo said, pouting slightly.
Mark laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest. "There's enough of me to go around."
Somi was the first to act, her hand coming up to cup his face, turning him toward her. She kissed him, deep and thorough, her tongue invading his mouth, tasting him, claiming him. Her breasts pressed against his side, her nipples hard points against his skin, and he could feel her heat, her desire already building again despite the exhaustion.
When she pulled back, Jihyo was waiting, her own hands insistent as she pulled him to her, her mouth finding his with equal desperation. She kissed him differently than Somi, slower, more thorough, her tongue dancing with his in a languid rhythm that spoke of satisfaction and lingering hunger.
While they kissed, Somi moved, straddling his waist, her hands gripping his face, pulling him away from Jihyo and burying his face in her chest. Her breasts enveloped him, soft and warm and smelling of sleep and sex, her nipples hard against his cheeks.
"Jihyo," Somi complained, her voice mock-whining. "You're hogging him."
"He's mine too," Jihyo replied, but she was laughing, her hand reaching out to stroke Somi's hair.
Mark took advantage of his position, his tongue darting out to lick at Somi's nipple, circling it, sucking it into his mouth. She gasped, her hands gripping his hair, holding him to her breast. He switched to the other, giving it equal attention, his hands coming up to knead the soft flesh, his fingers pinching and rolling.
"That feels so good," Somi moaned, her hips grinding against his stomach, seeking friction.
Jihyo, not to be outdone, moved closer, presenting her own breasts to him as Somi shifted to give her access. Mark turned his head, his mouth finding Jihyo's nipple, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. She gasped, her hand joining Somi's in his hair, both women holding him, guiding him from one breast to another.
"Switch," Somi commanded, and they moved him again, back and forth, his mouth working their nipples, his hands kneading their breasts, the soft flesh filling his palms.
His own arousal was building, his cock hardening against his stomach, trapped between his body and Somi's ass. He reached down with one hand, finding Jihyo's pussy, his fingers sliding through her folds, finding her clit, circling it. She was wet, already aroused despite the night's activities, her body ready for more.
"Oh god," Jihyo gasped, her hips bucking into his touch. "Mark, your fingers.."
He didn't stop, his fingers working her clit while his mouth continued to feast on her breasts, switching between her and Somi, his other hand finding Somi's pussy, giving her the same attention. Both women were moaning now, their hips rocking, their hands in his hair, their breasts pressed against his face.
Then he felt it, a wet heat enveloping his cock, tight and perfect. He groaned into Somi's breast, his hips bucking upward, and heard Sana's muffled laugh.
"Good morning," she said, her voice vibrating around his shaft as she took him deeper into her mouth.
She was between his legs, her head bobbing, her mouth working his cock with expert precision. She sucked him deep, the head hitting the back of her throat, her tongue swirling around his length, her hand stroking what she couldn't take.
"Fuck," Mark groaned, his hands still working Jihyo and Somi, his mind overwhelmed by the sensation of being touched everywhere at once.
"She's good, isn't she?" Somi purred, her hips rocking against his fingers. "Sana gives the best head. She loves it. Loves the taste of cock."
"I love the taste of him," Sana corrected, pulling back to speak, her hand stroking him firmly. "He tastes like sex and man and last night. I could suck him all day."
"Then suck him," Jihyo commanded, her voice breathless. "Make him come. I want to see him spill down your throat."
Sana obeyed, her mouth descending again, taking him deep, her throat relaxing around his head, swallowing around him. The sensation was incredible, wet and hot and tight, and Mark could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening.
But Sana had other plans. She pulled back with a pop, her hand still stroking him, and climbed up his body, positioning herself above him, her pussy hovering over his cock.
"I want to ride you," she said, her eyes dark with desire. "I want to feel you come inside me while they watch."
She lowered herself slowly, inch by inch, her tightness gripping him, sucking him in. She was wet, so wet that he slid deep with ease, her walls fluttering around his intrusion. When she was fully seated, her ass resting against his thighs, his entire length buried inside her, she paused, her head falling back, her breasts thrusting upward.
"Perfect," she breathed. "He fills me so perfectly."
Somi and Jihyo moved to either side of her, their hands finding her breasts, their mouths finding her nipples, sucking and licking as she began to move. They created a tableau of erotic perfection, three beautiful women focused on pleasure, on him, their bodies moving in sync.
Sana rode him with slow, deliberate movements, her hips rolling in a sinuous rhythm, her pussy gripping him with each upward stroke. Mark reached up, his hands finding Somi and Jihyo's breasts, kneading them, his thumbs brushing over their nipples, his fingers pinching and rolling.
"Link her nipples," Mark commanded, his voice rough. "Both of you. Suck her together."
Somi and Jihyo obeyed, moving closer, their mouths finding Sana's nipples, both women sucking at the same time, their tongues meeting around the sensitive flesh. Sana cried out, her movements becoming erratic, her orgasm building quickly.
"Yes," she chanted, her hands gripping their heads, holding them to her breasts. "Yes, just like that. I'm going to come. Mark, I'm going to come on your cock."
"Come," he commanded, his own hips thrusting up to meet her movements. "Come for me, Sana. Milk my cock."
She shattered, her cry echoing off the walls, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on him in rhythmic spasms that triggered his own release. He thrust deep, holding himself buried to the hilt, and spilled inside her, hot and thick, filling her completely.
Somi and Jihyo continued to suck her nipples, their hands roaming over her body, prolonging her pleasure, drawing out her orgasm until she collapsed against Mark's chest, spent and trembling.
"Perfect morning," Somi observed, her hand stroking Sana's hair.
"The perfect morning," Jihyo agreed, her lips curving into a satisfied smile.
They lay there for long moments, connected, sated, the morning light warming their skin. Eventually, necessity drove them from the bed, the needs of the body asserting themselves over the pleasures of the flesh.
"I need coffee," Jihyo announced, stretching as she sat up, her breasts bouncing with the movement. "And food. We burned a lot of calories last night."
"I could eat," Somi agreed, climbing out of bed, her naked body moving with unconscious grace toward the bathroom.
"I need to get home," Mark said, regret coloring his voice. "Change. Work. I have a meeting at ten."
The three women turned to him, identical expressions of disappointment on their faces.
"Already?" Sana asked, her lower lip pushing out in a pout. "But we were just getting started."
"I have to," Mark said, sitting up, his muscles protesting the movement. "I wish I could stay. You have no idea how much I wish I could stay."
"Stay for breakfast," Jihyo pleaded, moving to sit beside him, her hand on his thigh. "Just half an hour more. Let us feed you. Let us take care of you one more time before you go."
Mark looked at her, at the three of them, naked and beautiful and wanting him, and felt his resolve waver. But responsibility called, the real world intruding on their fantasy.
"I can't," he said, regret heavy in his voice. "I'm already going to be late. I need to go home, shower, change. I can't go to work smelling like sex and wearing the same clothes from yesterday."
The women exchanged glances, silent communication passing between them. Then Somi sighed, moving to the wardrobe where their clothes had been stored, pulling out his jeans and t-shirt from the night before.
"Fine," she said, her voice resigned but understanding. "But you're coming back. Right?"
"Right," Mark promised, standing, accepting his clothes from her. "As soon as I can. This weekend?"
"This Sunday," Jihyo said, her tone brooking no argument. "Come to my house. There's a rule on Sundays that you'll surely like and I'll introduce you to a guest.."
"What rule? and who's that?" Mark asked, pulling on his jeans, the fabric rough against his sensitive skin.
"You'll see," Jihyo said, her smile mysterious and promising. "Just come. Early. And don't eat breakfast beforehand. You'll need your energy."
Mark dressed quickly, the three women helping him, their touches lingering, their hands straightening his shirt, smoothing his hair, adjusting his collar. They were possessive in their care, marking him as theirs even as they prepared to let him go.
At the door, they gathered around him, each demanding a final kiss. Somi was first, her mouth hungry, her tongue invading, her hand cupping his cock through his jeans one last time. Then Jihyo, her kiss slower, deeper, filled with promise and future plans. Finally Sana, soft and sweet, her lips clinging to his, her body pressed against him, her heat evident even through their clothes.
"Sunday," Jihyo reminded him as he stepped into the hallway.
"Sunday," he confirmed, looking back at them, three naked women standing in the doorway, their bodies glowing in the morning light, their hair tousled, their lips swollen from his kisses.
"Bye Mark," Somi called, her voice carrying down the corridor.
"Bye," Sana echoed, her hand raised in a small wave.
"See you soon," Jihyo said, her smile the last thing he saw before the door closed.
Mark walked down the hallway, his body sore, his mind filled with memories, his skin still carrying their scent. He stepped into the elevator, then out into the lobby, then onto the street, the real world rushing to meet him, but he carried the night with him, a secret treasure as his mind drifted to what Jihyo said, "The Rule.." and "One guest.."
The final bell had long since surrendered its shrill cry, yet the ghost of Ms. Jung's three-hour marathon lecture still haunted the classroom like a dense fog that refused to lift. The fluorescent lights hummed their monotonous lullaby overhead, casting a sickly pale glow upon the rows of desks where bodies lay strewn like fallen soldiers after a particularly brutal campaign. Thirty students, thirty casualties of academic warfare, had collapsed in various states of defeat. Some had their faces pressed flat against the cool wood, arms dangling limply over the edges. Others had slumped sideways, cheek resting against their folded arms, mouths slightly agape as if even the energy to close their lips had been confiscated by the relentless drone of Ms. Jung's voice.
It was inevitable, really. When Ms. Jung took hold of a subject, she did not merely teach it. She inhabited it, she consumed it, she forced every living soul within earshot to endure a three-hour continuous siege of information that felt less like education and more like endurance testing. The only redeeming quality of the entire ordeal was that it had finally, mercifully, ended.
One by one, the survivors stirred. Backpacks were zipped with the sluggish movements of the walking dead. Chairs scraped against linoleum with agonizing squeals. Muttered farewells and groans of relief filled the air as the classroom slowly emptied, a procession of the exhausted dragging themselves toward the promise of freedom that waited beyond the school gates.
Yet three figures remained.
Yeji sat with her forehead resting against her arms, her dark hair spilling over the desk like a silk curtain. Her breathing was slow and measured, each exhale a soft sigh of resignation. Across the aisle, Yuna had her head tilted back, eyes closed, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of someone who had forgotten what rest felt like. And then there was Seonwoo, slumped forward with his chin propped against his palm, staring blankly at the condensation ring his water bottle had left on the desk.
The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy with the weight of the day's exhaustion. Finally, Yeji stirred. She lifted her head with the effort of someone moving through deep water, her neck stiff from maintaining the same position for too long. She blinked several times, her vision adjusting to the harsh lighting, and slowly pushed herself up from the desk. Her movements were deliberate, careful, as if she feared her bones might shatter if she moved too quickly.
She reached for her bag, the leather strap sliding over her shoulder with a soft thump, and began the methodical process of packing her scattered notes and textbooks. The sound of papers shuffling caught Seonwoo's attention. He raised his head, his dark eyes focusing on her with the slow realization that they were not alone.
"Yeji," he called out, his voice rough from disuse after hours of silence.
She paused, turning to look at him with an eyebrow raised in question. "Hmm?"
"What are you doing after school?" Seonwoo asked, straightening up in his chair with a wince as his back cracked in protest.
Yeji zipped her bag closed and slung it over her shoulder, considering the question. "I am going to try a recipe," she said, a small smile touching her lips. "I saw it on YouTube last night. It is a Korean stew, the kind with the soft tofu and the kimchi that bubbles in the pot. The video made it look so warm and comforting, and I thought after today, after Ms. Jung trying to kill us all with boredom, I deserve something warm in my stomach."
"That sounds good," Seonwoo said, standing up and stretching his arms above his head, his shirt riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of his stomach. "But be careful, okay?"
"Careful?" Yeji laughed, the sound light and melodic. "It is just cooking, Seonwoo. It is not like I am defusing a bomb."
"I know, I know," he said, walking over to lean against the desk beside hers. "But still. Be careful when you are cutting the vegetables. Keep your fingers tucked in, knife away from your body. And when you are handling the heat, do not let the oil splash on you. Turn the flame down if it gets too high, and make sure you do not burn yourself on the pot handles. They stay hot even after you turn off the stove, so use the mitts. And-"
"Since when did you start caring about Yeji that much?"
The voice came from behind them, sharp and suspicious, cutting through Seonwoo's sentence like a blade. They both turned to find Yuna sitting up in her chair, no longer looking exhausted but rather studying them with an intensity that made the air feel suddenly colder. Her eyes darted between the two of them, narrowing slightly as if she were trying to solve a puzzle that had been placed before her.
Seonwoo froze, his mouth still slightly open from where he had been interrupted. He closed it slowly, his mind racing to find an explanation that would not raise further suspicion. "I... what do you mean?" he asked, trying to sound casual, though his voice came out slightly higher than usual.
"You know exactly what I mean," Yuna said, standing up and walking over to them. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking from Seonwoo to Yeji and back again. "You were giving her a full safety lecture. Since when do you care if someone burns their fingers on a pot handle? You do not even care when you burn your own fingers."
"I am just being a good friend," Seonwoo said, shrugging his shoulders in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner. "Is it wrong to tell someone to be careful?"
"It is not wrong," Yuna said, her eyes narrowing further. "It is just... strange. You two have been acting weird lately. Always whispering to each other. Always leaving class at the same time. Always finding excuses to sit together. I have been watching you both for weeks now, and something is definitely going on."
Yeji felt her heart begin to pound against her ribs, a rapid drumbeat of panic that she tried desperately to hide behind a mask of confusion. "What are you talking about, Yuna?" she asked, forcing a laugh that sounded brittle even to her own ears. "We are just friends. We have always been friends. Nothing has changed."
"Nothing has changed?" Yuna raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to Yeji. "Last week, I saw you two sharing earbuds in the library. The week before that, I saw Seonwoo buying you coffee before class. And yesterday, I could have sworn I saw you two holding hands behind the gymnasium. Explain that."
Seonwoo and Yeji exchanged a quick glance, a silent communication of panic passing between them. They had been so careful, so meticulous in hiding their relationship from Yuna. For two weeks, they had maintained their secret, stealing moments together in shadows and empty hallways, always looking over their shoulders to make sure no one was watching. And now, it seemed their careful facade was beginning to crack.
"We were not holding hands," Seonwoo said quickly, perhaps too quickly. "You must have seen wrong. Maybe we were reaching for the same book, or maybe-"
"Maybe you are lying," Yuna interrupted, her voice soft but firm. She looked at Yeji, her expression shifting from suspicion to something resembling hurt. "If something is going on between you two, you can tell me. I am your best friend, Yeji. I would understand. But do not lie to my face. That is what hurts."
Yeji felt a pang of guilt stab through her chest. She looked at Yuna, really looked at her, and saw the genuine concern and confusion in her friend's eyes. They had kept this secret for so long, not because they were ashamed, but because they had wanted to savor the newness of their relationship without the prying eyes and questions of others. But now, seeing Yuna's face, Yeji wondered if they had made a mistake.
"It is... complicated," Yeji said softly, looking down at her shoes.
"Complicated how?" Yuna pressed, stepping closer. "Either you are dating or you are not. Which is it?"
Seonwoo opened his mouth to answer, but Yeji spoke first. "We are... we are seeing where things go," she said carefully, choosing her words like stepping stones across a river. "It is new. Very new. We did not want to make a big deal out of it until we knew what it was. That is all."
Yuna looked between them again, her expression unreadable. For a long moment, the only sound was the hum of the fluorescent lights above them. Then, slowly, a smile spread across Yuna's face. It was not a full smile, not quite, but it was a start.
"You two are idiots," she said, shaking her head. "Did you really think I would not notice? I have known you both for three years. I can tell when something is different. But fine. Keep your secrets. Just... do not hide things from me anymore, okay? It makes me feel like I am not important to you."
"You are important," Seonwoo said quickly. "We are sorry. We should have told you."
"Yes, you should have," Yuna agreed. "But I will forgive you. This time."
Yeji let out a breath she had not realized she was holding. The tension in her shoulders eased slightly, though her heart was still beating fast. They had dodged a bullet, but only barely. Yuna knew something was up, even if she did not know the full extent of it. They would have to be more careful from now on.
"So," Yuna said, her tone shifting to something more casual, though her eyes still held a glint of curiosity. "What are you two doing tonight? Studying together? Going on a date?"
"I am going home," Yeji said, picking up her bag again. "My father is away on a business camp, so I will be alone. I was thinking of having a girls' night, actually. Yuna, do you want to come over? We could study together, watch movies, eat junk food. It would be fun."
Yuna considered the offer, her lips pursed in thought. "I wish I could," she said, genuine regret in her voice. "But I promised my mother I would help her with something tonight. Family dinner with relatives visiting from Busan. I will be stuck listening to my aunt talk about her cats for hours."
"Oh," Yeji said, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. "That is too bad. I was looking forward to it."
"Sorry," Yuna said. "But hey, maybe another time?"
"Of course," Yeji said, smiling. "Another time."
Yuna gathered her things and headed for the door, waving goodbye. "See you both tomorrow. And Seonwoo?"
"Yeah?"
"Take care of her. I mean it."
"I will," Seonwoo promised.
As Yuna disappeared down the hallway, Yeji turned to Seonwoo. She glanced at him, then looked back toward the empty hallway where Yuna had gone. Then she looked at him again, her eyes holding a meaning that went beyond words.
"So," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I will be alone tonight. Completely alone. My father left this morning for his business camp, and he will not be back until the day after tomorrow. Just me, in an empty house, with no one to talk to, no one to keep me company. I will be all by myself, cooking that stew, sitting on the couch, probably bored out of my mind. Alone. Did I mention I will be alone?"
She emphasized the word "alone" each time, her eyes darting to him with a hopeful, suggestive glint. Seonwoo felt his pulse quicken as understanding dawned on him. She was not just telling him her plans. She was inviting him. Asking him, in her own subtle way, to come over.
A slow smile spread across his face, warm and eager. He understood the signal loud and clear.
Yuna suddenly popped her head back around the corner, making them both jump. "Hey, I forgot my phone charger. Have you seen it?"
"It is on your desk," Yeji said, her voice steady despite the sudden rush of adrenaline.
"Thanks," Yuna said, grabbing the charger. She paused, looking at Seonwoo's expression. "Why are you smiling like that? You look like you just won the lottery."
Seonwoo quickly schooled his features into a neutral expression. "What? No, I am not smiling. This is just my face."
"You are definitely smiling," Yuna said suspiciously. "What is going on?"
"It is nothing," Seonwoo said, waving his hand dismissively. "I just remembered a funny video I saw online. That is all."
Yuna looked unconvinced but shrugged. "Whatever. See you tomorrow."
As she left again, Yeji and Seonwoo waited a full minute in silence, listening to her footsteps fade away. Then Yeji turned to him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"So," she whispered. "Tonight?"
"Tonight," Seonwoo confirmed, his heart racing with anticipation.
They gathered their things and walked out of the classroom together, down the long hallway lined with lockers, past the empty classrooms and the silent auditorium. The school was eerily quiet at this hour, the chaos of the day having given way to a peaceful stillness. Their footsteps echoed against the tile floor, a rhythmic accompaniment to their racing hearts.
As they reached the front entrance, they saw Yuna already halfway down the front steps, heading toward the school gate. She turned and waved at them, and they waved back. Then she turned left, heading toward the bus stop, while Yeji and Seonwoo turned right, walking in the opposite direction toward the residential streets.
When they were sure Yuna was out of sight, Yeji stopped walking. She turned to face Seonwoo, her bag sliding off her shoulder slightly. She looked at him with those dark, expressive eyes that had captivated him from the first day he had met her. Then, slowly, deliberately, she raised her hand to her lips and pressed two fingers against them in a kiss. She pulled her hand away and mouthed the words, her lips forming the syllables with exaggerated care.
"Saranghae."
Seonwoo's breath caught in his throat. He felt his chest expand with warmth, a heat that spread through his veins and made his fingertips tingle. He stepped closer to her, close enough that he could smell the faint scent of her shampoo, jasmine and something else, something uniquely her. He mirrored her gesture, pressing his own fingers to his lips before extending them toward her.
"Saranghae," he mouthed back.
They stood there for a moment, suspended in the golden light of the late afternoon sun, two figures on an empty sidewalk sharing a secret that felt bigger than the world itself. Then Yeji smiled, a real smile this time, bright and beautiful and meant only for him. She turned and started walking again, and Seonwoo followed, his heart light as air, already counting down the minutes until nightfall.
The evening arrived with a softness that seemed almost orchestrated for their meeting. The sun had surrendered to the horizon, painting the sky in strokes of violet and amber before fading into a deep, velvety blue. Streetlights flickered to life one by one, casting pools of warm yellow light upon the quiet residential streets. The air had cooled from the heat of the day, carrying with it the scent of blooming flowers and distant cooking fires.
Seonwoo stood before Yeji's front door, his hand raised to knock, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He had gone home first, as they had planned, showered and changed into fresh clothes, and told his parents he was going to a friend's house to study. It was not entirely a lie, he told himself. They would study. Eventually. Maybe. But first, there was the anticipation of being alone with her, truly alone, without the watchful eyes of teachers or classmates or well-meaning friends.
He knocked, three sharp raps against the wood, and held his breath.
The door opened slowly, revealing Yeji standing in the entryway. She had changed out of her school uniform into a loose-fitting sweater and comfortable leggings, her hair still damp from a shower and pulled back into a messy bun. She looked soft and approachable, the harsh lines of academic stress smoothed away from her face. When she saw him, her eyes lit up, and she stepped aside to let him in.
"Hey," she whispered, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the intimacy of the moment.
"Hey," he whispered back, stepping across the threshold into her home.
The house was quiet, the silence profound and heavy with possibility. Seonwoo slipped off his shoes and placed them neatly beside the door, following Yeji into the living room. The space was cozy, lived-in, with books stacked on the coffee table and a soft blanket draped over the arm of the couch. The lights were dimmed, creating an atmosphere that felt immediately intimate.
They stood there for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. The awkwardness was palpable, a living thing that seemed to fill the space between them. They had kissed before, stolen moments in empty classrooms and behind the gymnasium, brief touches of lips that left them both breathless and wanting more. But this was different. This was her space, her sanctuary, and they were alone with hours stretching before them like an unwritten page.
Yeji shifted her weight from foot to foot, her hands clasped in front of her. "So," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Do you want to sit down?"
"Sure," Seonwoo said, following her to the couch.
They sat down, leaving a careful distance between them, both facing forward, staring at the blank television screen as if it held the answers to their nervousness. Seonwoo could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, a thunderous sound that seemed to fill the room. He wanted to reach for her hand, to bridge the gap between them, but his limbs felt heavy, frozen by the weight of the moment.
It was Yeji who moved first. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes wide and dark in the dim light. Seonwoo felt her gaze on him and turned to meet it. They stared at each other for a long moment, the air between them growing thick with tension. Then, slowly, Seonwoo leaned forward.
He pressed his lips to her cheek, a soft, chaste kiss that lingered for a heartbeat longer than necessary. Yeji gasped softly, her hand flying up to cover the spot where his lips had touched. She turned toward him fully, her eyes searching his face with a mixture of surprise and delight.
"Seonwoo," she breathed.
He did not answer with words. Instead, he leaned in again, this time capturing her lips with his own. The kiss was gentle at first, exploratory, a question asked and answered. But then it deepened, growing more urgent as weeks of pent-up desire finally found release. Seonwoo felt Yeji's lips part beneath his, and he responded in kind, their tongues meeting in a dance that was both familiar and thrillingly new.
He reached out, his hand finding her waist and pulling her closer. She came willingly, melting into his touch as if she had been waiting for this moment forever. The distance between them vanished, replaced by the warmth of her body pressed against his. The kiss continued, endless and consuming, until they were both breathless and trembling.
When they finally broke apart, Yeji's face was flushed, her eyes bright and unfocused. She reached up with trembling fingers and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous gesture that made Seonwoo's heart ache with tenderness. She stood up suddenly, her movements jerky and uncoordinated.
"This will not do," she said, her voice high and strained. "This will not do at all. We should study. You came here to study, right? We have that exam tomorrow. We should focus on that."
Seonwoo blinked, the haze of desire clearing slowly from his mind. "Study?" he repeated, the word feeling foreign on his tongue.
"Yes, study," Yeji insisted, already moving toward her bag. "We need to review the material. Ms. Jung will expect us to know everything. Come on, let us get our notes out."
She spread her books and papers on the coffee table, arranging them with meticulous care. Seonwoo watched her for a moment, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. She was nervous, he realized. Just as nervous as he was, perhaps more so. The thought was endearing, and it helped to settle some of his own anxiety.
"Okay," he said, pulling out his own notebook. "Let us study."
They moved to the floor, sitting cross-legged on the carpet with the coffee table between them. The next hour passed in a blur of mathematical equations and historical dates, their voices low as they quizzed each other and worked through problems together. Slowly, the tension began to ease. They laughed at a silly mistake Seonwoo made in his calculations. Yeji teased him about his terrible handwriting. He retaliated by tickling her side, making her shriek with laughter before they both remembered they were supposed to be quiet and clapped hands over their mouths, giggling like conspirators.
Yeji stood up to get snacks from the kitchen, returning with a bowl of popcorn and two glasses of water. They settled back into their positions, munching on the popcorn as they continued their review. The atmosphere had shifted from awkward tension to comfortable companionship, the kind of ease that came from truly enjoying someone's presence.
Then it happened.
Yeji reached across the table to point at something in Seonwoo's notes, her hand knocking against her glass. Time seemed to slow down as the glass tipped over, water spilling out in a cascade that landed directly in Seonwoo's lap. He jumped, a startled yelp escaping his throat as the cold liquid soaked through his pants, clinging to his skin with unpleasant chill.
"Oh no," Yeji gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. "Oh no, oh no, I am so sorry, Seonwoo. I am such an idiot. I am so sorry."
She grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on the table and began patting at his lap with frantic energy. Seonwoo sat frozen, acutely aware of her hands pressing against his thighs, the intimacy of the gesture making his face burn with heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment.
"It is okay," he said, his voice strangled. "It is just water. It will dry."
"But your pants," Yeji said, still dabbing at him with the tissues. "They are soaked. You cannot wear wet pants all night. You will catch a cold."
She paused, her hands stilling on his lap as an idea seemed to occur to her. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his with a hesitant expression.
"I have some night clothes," she said softly. "My father keeps some here for when he visits, but they would be too big for you. But I also have some of my own... they are loose and comfortable. You could wear them. Just for now, while your pants dry."
Seonwoo stared at her, his mind struggling to process the offer. Wear her clothes? The idea sent a thrill through him that he could not quite name. To be wrapped in fabric that had touched her skin, to smell her scent on the material. It was an intimacy that felt almost more personal than the kiss they had shared earlier.
"I... are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes," Yeji said, standing up. "Come on. Let us go to my room."
She led him down the hallway to her bedroom, a space that smelled distinctly of her, a mixture of perfume and books and the faint scent of sleep. She walked to her closet and pulled it open, rummaging through the drawers inside. She pulled out several pairs of loose pajama pants, holding them up one by one to assess their size.
"These might work," she muttered, selecting a pair of soft cotton pants in a dark blue color. She held them out to him, then seemed to reconsider. She turned her back to him, facing the wall. "Okay, you can change. I will not look."
Seonwoo took the pants with trembling hands. He looked around the room, confirming that she was indeed not looking, and then began to peel off his wet jeans. The fabric clung stubbornly to his skin, and he had to wiggle and pull to get them off. Finally, he stepped out of them and pulled on her pajama pants. They were soft, impossibly soft, and they fit surprisingly well, though they were a bit loose around the waist. He tied the drawstring carefully.
"Okay," he said. "I am done."
Yeji turned around, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of him wearing her clothes. For a moment, she simply stared, her mouth slightly open. Then, a giggle escaped her, followed by another, until she was laughing outright, her hand pressed to her mouth to muffle the sound.
"What?" Seonwoo asked, feeling his face heat up. "What is so funny?"
"You," Yeji said between giggles. "You look... you look cute. Like a little boy wearing his older sister's hand-me-downs."
"I do not look like a little boy," Seonwoo protested, though he could not help the smile that tugged at his lips. "And this is your fault anyway. If you had not spilled water on me-"
"I know, I know," Yeji said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "I am sorry. But really, you do look adorable."
She moved back to the closet, still chuckling. "You know what? Since you are already wearing my pants, you might as well wear a shirt too. It would be more comfortable than your school shirt. And it would match."
She pulled out a few of her own shirts, simple oversized tees that she wore to bed. She selected one, a soft gray shirt with a faded print on the front, and held it out to him.
"Want to wear my shirt too?" she asked, her voice playful but her eyes holding a challenge.
Seonwoo looked at the shirt, then at her. He could not refuse. He did not want to refuse. "Okay," he said.
Yeji smiled and turned around again, giving him privacy to change. Seonwoo pulled his shirt over his head, the fabric catching slightly on his chin before coming free. He stood there for a moment, shirtless in her bedroom, feeling the cool air against his skin. He reached for her shirt-
Click.
The sound was unmistakable. The sharp, digital click of a phone camera.
Seonwoo froze, his hand halfway to the shirt. "Yeji?" he said, his voice dangerous.
Another click. And another.
He spun around to find Yeji facing him, her phone held up, a mischievous grin spread across her face. She had not been looking away at all. She had been watching him in the mirror, capturing the moment he stood shirtless in her room.
"Yeji," Seonwoo growled, lunging toward her.
She shrieked and ran, dodging around the bed, her phone clutched tight in her hand. "No, wait, Seonwoo, it is cute! You look so good! I need to keep this!"
"Give me that phone," Seonwoo demanded, chasing her around the room.
"Never," she laughed, dancing away from his grasping hands.
He lunged again, and this time he caught her around the waist. They tumbled together onto the bed, falling sideways in a tangle of limbs. Seonwoo landed partially on top of her, his body pressing hers into the mattress. The phone fell from her hand onto the pillow beside them, forgotten.
They lay there, breathing hard, staring into each other's eyes. The laughter faded from Yeji's face, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. Seonwoo could feel her chest rising and falling beneath him, her heart beating a rapid staccato that matched his own.
Slowly, deliberately, he leaned down and kissed her.
It was different from the kiss on the couch. That had been tentative, exploratory. This was certain, hungry. Seonwoo poured weeks of longing into the kiss, his hand coming up to cup her face while his body pressed more firmly against hers. Yeji responded with equal fervor, her arms winding around his neck to pull him closer.
His hand moved from her waist, sliding beneath the hem of her sweater. Her skin was warm and soft beneath his fingertips, and he felt her shiver at his touch. He explored the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine, before his hand moved higher, finding the clasp of her bra. He hesitated, asking permission with his eyes.
Yeji nodded, barely perceptible, and he unclasped it.
The fabric loosened, and Seonwoo pushed it aside, his hand closing around her breast. She gasped into his mouth, arching into his touch. He kneaded her gently, his thumb brushing over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath his touch. Yeji moaned softly, the sound vibrating against his lips, and Seonwoo felt his control beginning to unravel.
He broke the kiss, moving his lips to her neck, trailing kisses down the column of her throat. Yeji tilted her head back, giving him access, her fingers tangling in his hair. He nipped at her collarbone, sucked at the sensitive skin just above her pulse point, marking her in a way that felt primal and necessary.
His hand moved lower, finding the waistband of her leggings. He hooked his fingers beneath the fabric, tugging them down slightly. Yeji lifted her hips to help him, and the pants slid lower, exposing her panties. They were simple, cotton, pale pink, and the sight of them made Seonwoo's breath hitch in his throat.
He placed his hand between her legs, feeling the heat radiating from her core even through the fabric. Yeji gasped, her hips bucking slightly against his palm. He began to rub her gently, slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But Yeji's eyes were closed, her lips parted, her breath coming in shallow pants. She was wet, he could feel it, the dampness seeping through the cotton to coat his fingers.
"Seonwoo," she whispered, her voice trembling.
He leaned down to kiss her again, his hand continuing its slow, rhythmic movements. He was lost in the taste of her, the feel of her, the scent of her arousal filling his senses-
"Yeji? Yeji, where are you?"
The voice came from downstairs, loud and unexpected, freezing them both in place. It was a man's voice, deep and familiar, a voice that belonged to someone who should not have been there.
Yeji's eyes snapped open, wide with panic. "Appa," she whispered, the color draining from her face.
Seonwoo felt his blood turn to ice. Her father. The man who was supposed to be at a business camp, who was supposed to be miles away, who was supposed to be gone until the day after tomorrow. He was here. He was in the house. And he was climbing the stairs.
"Yeji? Are you upstairs?" The voice grew louder, footsteps echoing on the wooden steps.
Yeji moved with the speed of desperation. She shoved Seonwoo off her and pulled the blanket from the bed, throwing it over him. He scrambled to hide beneath it, pulling his legs up just as the bedroom door began to open. Yeji yanked her sweater down, trying to cover herself, but in her panic, she forgot one crucial thing.
Her pants. Her leggings were still pulled down, her panties exposed, and there was no time to fix them before the door swung fully open.
Yeji grabbed a pillow and placed it over her lap, hoping it would be enough to hide her state of undress. She tried to arrange her features into a mask of normalcy, though her heart was hammering so hard she was certain her father could hear it.
The door opened fully, and her father stepped inside. He was a tall man, broad-shouldered, with kind eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled. But now, those eyes were looking at her with concern.
"Yeji?" he said, taking in the scene before him. His daughter, sitting on the bed, looking flushed and disheveled, a pillow clutched to her lap. "What is going on? Why are you going to bed so early?"
Yeji forced a laugh, the sound brittle and false. "Oh, Appa, you startled me. I did not hear you come in. I am just... I am a bit tired, that is all. Ms. Jung gave us a very long lecture today. Three hours. I am exhausted."
Her father stepped further into the room, his brow furrowed. "But it is only eight o'clock. You never sleep this early."
"I know," Yeji said, gripping the pillow tighter. "But I really am tired. And... and I have been feeling a bit under the weather. Maybe I am coming down with something."
Her father crossed the room, his movements slow and deliberate. Yeji's heart rate spiked as he approached the bed. If he came any closer, he might see the lump under the blanket. He might see that her pants were down. He might realize that there was someone else in the room, hiding mere inches from where he stood.
He reached out, his hand coming toward her face. Yeji flinched, unable to help herself. But he only placed his palm against her forehead, checking for fever.
"You do feel a bit warm," he said, concern deepening in his voice. "Do you have a headache? Sore throat?"
"No," Yeji said quickly. "It is just... it is just my period. You know how I get. Cramps, fatigue. I just want to sleep it off."
Her father recoiled slightly, his hand dropping away. The mention of her period was enough to make any father uncomfortable, and Yeji knew it. She used it now as a shield, hoping it would make him back off, give her space, leave the room before he discovered their secret.
"Ah," he said, clearing his throat. "I see. Well, that explains why you look so flushed. You should rest then. Drink some warm tea. Do you need anything? Medicine?"
"No, Appa, I am fine," Yeji said, her voice tight. "Really. I just need to sleep."
Her father nodded, but instead of leaving, he moved to the chair by her desk and sat down. Yeji's blood ran cold. Why was he sitting down? Why was he not leaving?
"I wanted to talk to you anyway," he said, settling into the chair. "The business camp was cancelled. Some problem with the venue. So I came home early. But when I arrived, I saw a mess in the living room. Books everywhere, snacks, two glasses. It looked like you had a visitor. Was Yuna here?"
Yeji's mind raced. "Yes," she lied. "Yuna was here. We were studying together. She left a little while ago. She forgot to clean up before she left. I was going to do it after I rested."
"That was nice of her to come over," her father said, nodding. "You two have always been close. It is good to have friends who support your studies."
"Yes, Appa," Yeji said, her voice strained. "It is very good."
Meanwhile, beneath the blanket, Seonwoo was in a state of pure terror and agonizing arousal. He was trapped, completely trapped, with nowhere to go and no way to escape. He could hear every word of the conversation above him, could feel the weight of Yeji's father's presence in the room like a physical force pressing down on him.
But worse than the fear of discovery was the torment of his position. He was lying between Yeji's legs, her thighs on either side of him, her panties directly in his line of sight. He could smell her, that intoxicating scent of her arousal that had been interrupted but not diminished. Her thighs were damp with sweat, glistening in the dim light that filtered through the blanket, and he could hear the soft, shaky intake of her breath every time she spoke.
He could not help himself. The proximity, the danger, the sheer eroticism of the situation overwhelmed his rational mind. He leaned forward, his face brushing against her inner thigh, and placed a soft kiss on the sensitive skin.
Yeji jolted, her body going rigid. Above the blanket, she made a small, strangled sound.
"Yeji?" her father asked, his attention snapping back to her. "What is it? Are you in pain?"
"It is nothing," Yeji gasped, her knuckles white as she gripped the pillow. "Nothing, Appa. Just... just a sudden cramp. It will pass."
"Are you sure?" Her father leaned forward, his expression worried. "You look very pale suddenly. Maybe I should call a doctor."
"No," Yeji said, her voice rising in panic. "No, really, I am fine. Please, Appa, do not worry. Just... just let me rest. Please."
Seonwoo took her pleading as permission to continue. He kissed her thigh again, higher this time, his lips trailing a path of fire along her skin. He nuzzled against her, inhaling her scent deeply, his nose brushing against the damp cotton of her panties. Yeji bit her lip hard, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her reactions.
"Yeji, you are shaking," her father said, standing up from the chair. He took a step toward the bed, and Yeji's heart stopped.
"Please," Yeji begged, her voice breaking. "Please, Appa, just leave. I need to sleep. I need to be alone. Please."
Her father paused, studying her face. She looked desperate, wild, nothing like his normally composed daughter. He frowned, concern warring with confusion in his expression. "Yeji, is something wrong? You are acting very strangely."
"Nothing is wrong," Yeji said, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "I just... I need to rest. Please, Appa. Please go."
He stood there for a moment longer, and under the blanket, Seonwoo took advantage of his hesitation. He slid his fingers under the edge of Yeji's panties, pulling the fabric aside to expose her fully to him. Yeji's breath hitched, her eyes widening. Seonwoo leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her.
The sensation was electric. Yeji's hips bucked involuntarily, a soft moan escaping her lips before she could clamp them shut. Her father froze, his eyes narrowing.
"What was that?" he asked.
"What was what?" Yeji tried to sound innocent, but her voice was breathy, strained.
"That sound. Did you say something?"
"I... I coughed," Yeji lied. "My throat is dry. That is all."
Her father did not look convinced, but he seemed to decide that pushing further would not help. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright. I will leave you to rest. But if you feel worse, you tell me immediately. Understand?"
"Goodnight, Yeji," her father said. He turned and walked toward the door. Yeji watched him go, her body coiled tight as a spring, every nerve ending screaming with sensation as Seonwoo continued his ministrations beneath the blanket.
Her father reached the door and paused, his hand on the handle. He turned back to look at her one last time. "You know, you seem very flustered. Are you sure there is nothing you want to tell me?"
"Nothing," Yeji managed to say, though the word came out as a gasp as Seonwoo flicked his tongue over her most sensitive spot. "I am just tired. Very tired. Please, Appa. Goodnight."
He held her gaze for a moment longer, then nodded. "Alright. Sleep well."
He opened the door and stepped out, pulling it closed behind him with a soft click.
Yeji waited until she heard his footsteps retreating down the hall, until she heard the door to his own bedroom close with a muffled thud. Then, and only then, did she let out the moan she had been holding back.
"Seonwoo," she cried, her voice loud now, unrestricted.
She ripped the blanket off, revealing him between her legs, his face flushed, his lips wet with her arousal. He looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes, and she felt another wave of desire crash through her.
"You," she said, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and lingering pleasure. "You are... you are impossible."
She sat up and smacked him on the head, though there was no real force behind the blow. Seonwoo yelped, more from surprise than pain, and scrambled up from his position between her legs.
"I could not help it," he said, his voice sheepish but his eyes still burning with desire. "You were right there. And you smelled so good. And I was already... we were already..."
"That was dangerous," Yeji said, though her lips were twitching, threatening to smile. "He could have found you. He could have lifted the blanket. Do you know what would have happened then?"
"We would be dead," Seonwoo said solemnly. "Dead and buried. Your father would have killed me, and then my own father would have killed me again."
"Exactly," Yeji said, but she was laughing now, the tension breaking into giggles that she could not contain. "You are crazy. Absolutely crazy."
"Crazy for you," Seonwoo said, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
Yeji wiped the kiss away with the back of her hand, her nose wrinkling in a pout. "That does not work. You cannot just kiss away your mistakes."
Seonwoo kissed her other cheek. She wiped that one away too.
He kissed her lips, a soft, sweet press of mouth against mouth. Yeji reached up to wipe it away, but he caught her hand, holding it as he kissed her again, deeper this time. She struggled half-heartedly, trying to maintain her pretend anger, but when he pulled her down onto the bed and began kissing her neck, she dissolved into laughter.
"Stop," she giggled, squirming beneath him. "That tickles. Seonwoo, stop."
He did not stop. He kissed a trail down her throat, across her collarbone, back up to capture her lips in a kiss that was no longer playful but passionate. Yeji's laughter faded, replaced by soft sighs and moans as he undid the buttons of her sweater, one by one, exposing her skin to the cool air.
He pushed the fabric aside, revealing her breasts, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Seonwoo gasped at the sight, the beauty of her laid bare before him. Yeji tried to cover herself, her shyness returning, but Seonwoo gently moved her hands aside.
"Do not hide," he whispered. "You are beautiful."
He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently while his hand caressed the other. Yeji arched off the bed, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her. He switched sides, lavishing equal attention on her other breast, until she was writhing beneath him, her hips grinding against his in a rhythm as old as time.
"Seonwoo," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "Should we... should we stop? What about your father... I mean, my father? What if he comes back?"
Seonwoo lifted his head, looking down at her with eyes darkened by passion. "Do you want to stop?" he asked, his voice rough.
Yeji looked up at him, her heart overflowing with emotion. She thought of the danger, the risk, the potential for absolute disaster. Then she looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the love and desire mingled in his expression.
"No," she said, reaching for his shirt and pulling it up over his head. "I do not want to stop. I need you now. More than anything."
They lay back on the bed, skin against skin, the heat between them building to an inferno. Seonwoo kissed his way down her body, removing her panties completely, spreading her legs to gaze at her fully. Yeji felt a moment of vulnerability, of exposure, but it was quickly replaced by pleasure as he touched her again, his fingers finding her wet and ready.
"Seonwoo," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Do you have... do you have protection?"
He kissed her inner thigh, then looked up at her with a smirk. "Of course I do," he said. "I came prepared."
Yeji laughed, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. "You came prepared? When did you get so confident?"
"I have been planning this moment for weeks," he admitted, his voice soft. "Ever since you agreed to be my girlfriend. I have been carrying them in my bag, just in case. Just in case you ever wanted... just in case."
"Where is it?" Yeji asked, her heart swelling with affection for him.
"It is in my bag," Seonwoo said, sitting up. He pointed toward the door, and his face suddenly fell. "It is in my bag. In the living room. Where your father is."
The realization hit them both like a bucket of cold water. Yeji sat up too, her eyes wide with panic. "The living room? Your bag is in the living room?"
"I left it there when I came in," Seonwoo said, his voice rising. "I did not think... I did not know he would be here. Yeji, if he sees my bag, if he looks inside, if he finds the condoms-"
"Calm down," Yeji said, though her own heart was racing. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to think. "Okay. We need to get your bag. But we need to be smart about it."
She stood up and pulled on her shirt, not bothering with the bra or the pants. She walked to the door and opened it, peeking out into the hallway. The sound of running water came from upstairs, followed by the muffled sound of her father's voice. He was singing. He always sang when he showered.
"He is in the shower," Yeji said, turning back to Seonwoo with a grin. "He has a routine. Whenever he comes home from work, he goes straight to the shower and spends at least an hour in there, singing at the top of his lungs. We have time."
Seonwoo scrambled out from under the bed, where he had retreated in fear. "Are you sure?"
"Positive," Yeji said. "But we need to be quick. Go to the living room, get your bag, and come right back. I will wait here."
Seonwoo nodded, pulling on his shirt. He crept out into the hallway, moving on silent feet. Yeji watched him go, her heart in her throat. She listened to the sound of her father's singing, a loud, off-key rendition of an old trot song, echoing through the house.
A minute passed. Then two. Yeji began to worry. What if her father had finished early? What if he had heard something? What if-
The door burst open, and Seonwoo stumbled in, his bag clutched to his chest. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, breathing hard. "Got it," he gasped.
Yeji rushed to him, taking the bag and dumping its contents onto the bed. Among the notebooks and pens, she found what she was looking for. A small box, unopened, containing three condoms. She held them up, her eyes meeting Seonwoo's with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
"Three," she said, her voice breathy. "You came prepared for three?"
"I came hopeful," Seonwoo corrected, stepping closer to her.
Yeji placed the box between her teeth, holding it there like a promise, a tease. She looked up at him through her lashes, her expression seductive and inviting. Seonwoo felt his remaining self-control snap. He grabbed her waist, pulling her against him, and took the box from her mouth.
"What was that?" he asked, his voice low and rough.
"That," Yeji said, her hands moving to his pants, "was an invitation."
She pushed him back toward the bed, and they fell together onto the mattress, a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses. Seonwoo tore open the box, his hands shaking slightly as he extracted one of the foil packets. Yeji helped him, her fingers working with his to remove his pants, to roll the condom onto his length.
He positioned himself above her, looking down at her with a question in his eyes. She nodded, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He entered her slowly, carefully, feeling her tight heat envelop him inch by inch. They both gasped at the sensation, the fullness, the connection that felt like coming home.
They struggled at first to find a rhythm, their movements awkward and uncoordinated. But then, as if by mutual understanding, they found their pace. Seonwoo began to thrust into her, slow and deep at first, then faster as her moans urged him on. Yeji met him movement for movement, her hips rising to meet his, her nails digging into his back.
"Seonwoo," she gasped, her head thrown back against the pillow. "Oh, Seonwoo, please."
He kissed her neck, her shoulder, her lips, never stopping his movements. The bed creaked beneath them, a rhythmic squeaking that matched their breathing. Yeji felt the pleasure building inside her, a coil tightening with every thrust, every touch.
"I want to ride you," she whispered, her voice hoarse.
Seonwoo groaned at the image her words conjured. He pulled out, rolling onto his back, and Yeji climbed on top of him. She positioned herself above him, her hands braced on his chest, and slowly lowered herself onto him. The new angle made her gasp, her eyes fluttering closed as she adjusted to the sensation.
She began to move, rolling her hips in a slow, circular motion that made Seonwoo's vision blur. He gripped her waist, guiding her movements, watching her face as she found her pleasure. She was beautiful like this, wild and free, her hair cascading down her shoulders, her breasts bouncing with every movement.
"Yeji," he groaned, his control slipping. "I am close. I am so close."
"Me too," she panted, her movements becoming faster, more desperate. "Together. Let us come together."
They moved in perfect synchrony, their bodies speaking a language older than words. Yeji felt the coil inside her snap, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of pure, blinding pleasure. She cried out, her voice loud in the quiet room, her body convulsing around him.
Seonwoo followed seconds later, his release triggered by the feel of her climax. He thrust up into her one final time, burying himself deep, and let go, his own cry mingling with hers as they rode out the waves together.
Yeji collapsed onto his chest, her breathing ragged, her body slick with sweat. Seonwoo wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his heart hammering against his ribs. They lay like that for a long moment, connected, complete, the world outside fading away.
"I love you," Yeji whispered against his skin.
"I love you too," Seonwoo replied, his voice thick with emotion.
They stayed joined for a while longer, reluctant to break the connection. Eventually, Yeji lifted herself off him, disposing of the used condom in the trash bin by her desk. She climbed back onto the bed, curling up against Seonwoo's side, her head resting on his chest.
He pulled the blanket over them, cocooning them in warmth. Yeji reached out and turned on the air conditioner, setting it to a low hum that would keep them cool without making them cold. They lay there, naked and sated, their limbs intertwined.
Seonwoo traced lazy circles on her back, his touch gentle and possessive. Yeji nuzzled closer, her leg thrown over his, her hand resting on his stomach. They did not speak, did not need to. The silence between them was comfortable, filled with the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Then, from upstairs, they heard it. Her father's voice, loud and clear, singing the chorus of his favorite song. They both froze for a moment, then burst into quiet laughter, burying their faces in each other's shoulders to muffle the sound.
"He has no idea," Yeji whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"None whatsoever," Seonwoo agreed, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
They laughed again, the sound soft and intimate, a shared secret between lovers. Yeji turned onto her side, her back to Seonwoo, and he spooned her, his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She could feel his heartbeat against her spine, steady and strong.
"Stay," she whispered. "Stay until morning."
"I will," he promised, his lips brushing against her ear. "I am not going anywhere."
They lay there in the darkness, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside her window, casting shadows across the room. Yeji felt safe, cherished, loved. She closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion of the day and their activities pull her toward sleep.
Seonwoo held her tighter, his face buried in her hair, inhaling her scent. He knew they would have to be careful in the morning, that they would have to sneak him out before her father woke up. But for now, in this moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was her, warm and real in his arms, her breathing slowing as she drifted off to sleep.
He kissed her shoulder one last time and closed his own eyes, letting sleep claim him as well, wrapped in the embrace of the girl he loved.
The morning light filtered through the curtains with a gentleness that seemed almost apologetic for interrupting their peace. Yeji stirred first, her eyes fluttering open to find herself still wrapped in Seonwoo's arms, his breathing slow and even against her neck. For a moment, she simply lay there, memorizing the feeling of his warmth against her back, the weight of his arm draped over her waist. Then reality intruded, and she gently shook him awake.
"Seonwoo," she whispered. "Seonwoo, you need to wake up. We need to get ready for school."
Seonwoo groaned, his arm tightening around her in a silent protest against the morning. "Five more minutes," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
"No," Yeji said, though she was smiling. "If we do not leave soon, Appa will wake up. And if he finds you here, in my bed, wearing my clothes..."
That got his attention. Seonwoo's eyes snapped open, and he sat up quickly, looking around the room with the wild eyes of someone remembering where they were. "Right. Right. School. Clothes."
They moved with the efficiency of practiced secrecy, though this was the first time they had done this particular dance. Yeji found Seonwoo's jeans from the night before, miraculously dry now, and his shirt. He dressed quickly, hopping on one foot as he pulled on his pants. Yeji found her own uniform, fresh and pressed, and dressed with the same hurried movements.
"Okay," she said, checking her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, but she quickly brushed it and tied it back. "Here is the plan. You sneak out the back door. It leads to the alley behind the house. From there, you can cut through the park and get to your house. Change into your uniform and meet me at school. I will leave first, take the bus as usual. If we arrive at the same time, it will look suspicious."
"Got it," Seonwoo said, pulling on his shoes. He stood up and pulled her into a quick kiss. "See you at school."
"See you at school," Yeji echoed.
He slipped out the back door, disappearing into the early morning light. Yeji waited ten minutes, then gathered her bag and walked out the front door, calling out a goodbye to her father, who was still in his room getting ready for work.
The bus ride to school was uneventful, though Yeji's mind kept replaying the events of the night before, making her cheeks flush with heat every time she thought of Seonwoo's hands on her body. She arrived at school and walked to her classroom, her steps measured and casual.
She saw Seonwoo at the same moment he saw her. They had timed it perfectly, arriving from opposite directions at the classroom door. He looked fresh and alert, his uniform crisp, his hair still slightly damp from a shower. Their eyes met, and for a fraction of a second, a secret passed between them, a shared memory that made Seonwoo's lips twitch into a smile.
"Morning," he said, his voice neutral, though his eyes were warm.
"Morning," Yeji replied, equally casual.
They entered the classroom together, finding Yuna already at her desk, her head down as she scrolled through her phone. She looked up as they approached, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in their synchronized arrival.
"Morning, Yeji," Yuna said, her tone suspicious. "Morning, Seonwoo."
"Morning," they chorused, exchanging a glance that Yuna did not miss.
Yuna studied Yeji's face with the intensity of a detective examining a crime scene. She leaned in closer, her eyes scanning Yeji's features with uncomfortable scrutiny. "Yeji," she said slowly, "is something wrong with your face today?"
Yeji's hand flew to her cheek, her heart skipping a beat. "What do you mean? Is there something on my face?"
"No, not like that," Yuna said, tilting her head. "You just look... tired. Really tired. Like you did not sleep at all last night. Dark circles under your eyes, your skin looks pale. Did you not sleep?"
The memory of the night before resurfaced with vivid clarity. Yeji thought of the bed, the blanket, Seonwoo's body pressed against hers, the hours of passion that had left them both exhausted and exhilarated. She felt her face heat up and quickly coughed to cover her reaction.
"It is nothing," she said, her voice slightly hoarse. "Just... just could not sleep well. You know how it is. Insomnia."
"Insomnia," Yuna repeated, her tone making it clear she did not believe a word of it. She looked at Seonwoo, who was suddenly very interested in his textbook. "Seonwoo, you look tired too. Dark circles. Did you also have insomnia?"
"I... uh... I was studying," Seonwoo said quickly. "Late. For the exam."
"Studying," Yuna said, her voice dripping with skepticism. "Right. Both of you. Studying. Separately. And both getting no sleep."
"That is right," Yeji said, avoiding Yuna's gaze.
The day proceeded with agonizing slowness, each class dragging by as Yeji struggled to focus on the lessons while her mind wandered to memories she should not be having in public. When the break period finally arrived, she stood up to get a snack from her bag, which she had placed on the floor beneath her desk.
She bent down, reaching for the bag, and as she did, her shirt rode up slightly at the back, exposing the waistband of her underwear.
Yuna, who was sitting behind her, caught a glimpse of the fabric and let out a sound of exasperation. "Yah, Yeji," she said, her voice loud enough to draw attention from nearby students. "When will you learn to wear your underwear correctly? You have put it on backwards again. The tag is in the front."
Yeji froze, her hand still on her bag. She felt the blood drain from her face as she realized the truth. In their haste that morning, in the dark room, she had grabbed her underwear from the floor and pulled it on without looking. She had indeed put it on backwards.
From behind her, Seonwoo, who had been listening to the exchange, spoke without thinking. "Exactly," he said, his voice carrying across the classroom. "You always do that, Yeji. Even yesterday, you wore it-"
He stopped. The words died in his throat as he realized what he had just said. The classroom went silent. Yeji slowly straightened up, her face pale as a sheet. Yuna turned to look at Seonwoo, her eyes wide with dawning comprehension.
"Yesterday?" Yuna asked, her voice dangerously quiet. "How would you know what she wore yesterday?"
Seonwoo opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. No sound came out. He looked at Yeji, who was staring at him with a mixture of panic and resignation.
"Seonwoo," Yuna said, standing up. She looked from him to Yeji and back again. "Explain. How do you know what Yeji wore yesterday? Specifically, what she wore underneath her clothes?"
"I... that is..." Seonwoo stammered.
"We were... we were studying," Yeji said weakly. "Together. At my house. Remember? I told you. Yuna came over, but she left early. And then... and then Seonwoo came over. Later. To study. We were studying. And I... I must have mentioned it. That I put my underwear on backwards. In conversation. While studying."
"Studying," Yuna repeated, her voice flat. "At your house. Last night. Alone. And you discussed your underwear."
"It was... it was a funny story," Seonwoo tried. "She told me as a joke. Because it is a habit. She does it often. Put her underwear on backwards. So she told me. As a funny story."
Yuna looked at them both, her expression unreadable. The silence stretched out, heavy and suffocating. Then, slowly, a smile spread across her face. It was not a nice smile. It was the smile of someone who had just solved a mystery that had been bothering them for weeks.
"You two," she said, her voice low. "You two spent the night together. Did not you? That is why you are both tired. That is why you know about her underwear. That is why you have been acting weird for weeks. You are dating. You are sleeping together. And you lied to me."
Yeji and Seonwoo exchanged a look. There was no point in denying it anymore. The truth was out, exposed like a nerve.
"Yes," Yeji said softly. "We are dating. We have been for two weeks. And yes... last night... we were together. Alone. All night."
"We are sorry we did not tell you," Seonwoo added, his voice sincere. "We were not trying to hide it from you specifically. We just... we wanted to keep it private. Just for a little while. Until we were sure."
Yuna looked at them for a long moment, her expression softening. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "You two are idiots," she said, but there was no anger in her voice anymore. "I knew. I have known for weeks. I just wanted you to trust me enough to tell me yourselves."
"We do trust you," Yeji said, reaching out to take her friend's hand. "We are sorry. Really."
"Yeah, yeah," Yuna said, waving her hand dismissively. "Just... next time, do not lie to me. And for the record, Yeji, you might want to check your underwear before you leave the house. Especially if you are going to be bending over in front of people."
Yeji's face turned red, and Seonwoo coughed to hide his laugh. Yuna looked at them both, shook her head, and finally let out a real laugh.
"Come on," she said, slinging her arm around Yeji's shoulders. "Let us go get some food. You look like you need the energy. And Seonwoo?"
"Yeah?"
"Take care of her. Or I will kill you."
"I will," Seonwoo promised, his eyes meeting Yeji's with a warmth that made her heart flutter. "I definitely will."
A Commision for My Friend @hijack711 From Tumblr & Ko-Fi, Hope Everyone Liked It. Beware there Are Verbal Abuse, Humiliations, and Hardcore Sex.
The suite on the fifty-seventh floor smelled like money, weed, and something darker. Something muskier that clung to the velvet curtains and the leather sectional where three men lounged with the kind of ease that came from knowing they owned every room they walked into.
Marcus sat spread-legged on the chaise, a blunt burning lazy between his fingers. His cock hung over his thighâsoft but still thick as a forearm, the head a deep purple-brown against the chocolate of his shaft. He didn't bother to cover up. None of them did. Terrell was on the couch, scrolling his phone with one hand while the other rested on his stomach, fingers absently tracing the vein that ran up the underside of his erect dick. Twelve inches if it was an inch, curved slightly left, the tip glistening in the low light. Jamal stood by the window, naked except for his chains, watching the city lights flicker below. His cock pointed straight out from his body, thick from base to tip, the skin so dark it swallowed the light. A bead of pre-cum caught the reflection of the skyline.
"Twenty minutes late," Marcus muttered, taking a drag. "These bitches on K-pop time."
Jamal didn't turn from the window. "They'll be here."
"Never said they wouldn't." Smoke curled from Marcus's nostrils. "Just saying. Twenty minutes."
The elevator chimed.
Terrell grinned without looking up from his phone. "Told you."
The hallway outside the suite was wide enough to fit a car. Mina's heels sank into carpet so plush her ankles wobbled with every step. Her dressâwhat there was of itâclung to her body like black cellophane, sheer enough to show the shadow of her nipples and the white lace g-string she'd picked specifically because it came off with one tug. Beside her, Sana walked with a hand trailing the wall for balance, her pink latex minidress squeaking with each step. The neckline plunged past her sternum, held together by a single chain that looked ready to snap.
"Wait," Nayeon whispered. She stopped dead. Her hand shot out and grabbed Jihyo's wrist. "Listen."
They all did.
Through the door, a bass line thumped. Glasses clinked. Someone laughedâa sound so deep it vibrated in their chests.
Momo pressed her thighs together. The leather skirt she wore was barely longer than a belt, and the thong underneath was already damp. She'd been wet since the DM. Since Mina had read it aloud in the greenroom while the stylists were packing up their brushes and their hairspray. Suite 5701. One hour. Bring everyone. Signed with a black heart emoji.
"Who's going to knock?" Dahyun asked. She'd worn a white button-up and nothing elseâthe sleeves rolled to her elbows, the hem barely covering her ass. The top three buttons were already undone. She could feel her pulse in her throat.
Chaeyoung knocked.
Three sharp raps.
The door swung open before her knuckles hit the wood a fourth time.
Jamal filled the frame. Six-foot-five. Bare chest gleaming under the chandelier. His cock bobbed at eye level, and Chaeyoung's mouth went dry. Her lips parted without permission. Behind him, more men were rising from furniture, stubbing out blunts, setting down glasses. She counted six. Seven. Eight.
"About time." Jamal stepped aside. "Get in here."
They filed past him, nine women in heels and barely-there fabric, and the door clicked shut with a sound like a lock engaging.
The suite opened up into a living room the size of a basketball court. Floor-to-ceiling windows. A bar stocked with top-shelf. And in the corner, visible through a wide archway, a bed. Not a king. Bigger. Custom-made, probably. Covered in white sheets that glowed under recessed lighting. It looked like an altar.
Marcus rose from the chaise. His cock had stiffened, lifting to smack against his stomach with a wet sound. "Mina." His voice was smoke and gravel. "Get over here."
She went. Her heels made no noise on the rug. When she was close enough to smell the cologne and the weed on his skin, she dropped to her knees.
A soft, collective exhale went through the room.
"There she is," Marcus murmured, and his hand found the back of her head. Not pushing. Just resting. Possessing. "Look at that. Didn't even have to ask."
"Been thinking about it all day." Mina's voice came out small. She stared at his cock. The veins pulsed under her gaze. A clear drop of fluid welled at the slit and slid down the head. "Couldn't focus during the encore. Kept messing up the choreography."
"What were you thinking about?"
"This." She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the tip.
The kiss was soft at first. Almost reverent. Then her tongue flicked out, lapping the pre-cum, and Marcus grunted. His hand tightened in her hair. Behind her, she heard the others movingâheels clicking, dresses rustling, soft moans already starting.
Terrell had Sana by the throat. Not hard enough to bruise, but enough to guide her backward toward the bed. Her latex dress crinkled with every step. His thumb pressed into the hollow of her collarbone, and her eyes fluttered half-shut.
"You been good?" he asked.
"No."
He laughed. His teeth were perfect. "Didn't think so."
They reached the bed, and he tore the chain holding her dress together. The sound of snapping metal made Sana gasp. The latex peeled away from her breasts, and they bounced freeâround, full, nipples hard and dark pink against the pale cream of her skin. Terrell didn't look at them. He looked at her eyes. Watched her watch him not looking.
"Lie down."
She did. The sheets were cold on her bare shoulders. Her dress was still bunched around her waist, her heels still on, her legs dangling off the edge. Terrell grabbed her ankles and pushed them back until her knees hit her chest. Her thong was a pink string lost between her folds. He hooked a finger under the fabric and pulled it aside, and Sana's cunt glistened in the lamplightâswollen, dripping, the inner lips a deeper pink than her dress, puffy and parted and already pulsing.
"Wet as fuck." Terrell sounded almost bored. "You want this dick?"
"Please."
"Please what?"
Sana's throat worked. The words came out a whine. "Please fuck me with that big black cock. Please. I need it. I needâ"
He shoved in.
No prep. No fingers. Just the fat head of his cock pushing past her lips and burying halfway in one thrust. Sana's back arched off the bed. A sound tore out of her that was half scream and half sob, and her hands flew up to grab somethingâanythingâand found only sheets. Terrell didn't stop. He pulled back and drove in again, deeper, and this time the wet plap of his hips hitting her thighs echoed off the walls.
"Fuuuuck," Sana wailed. Her head thrashed side to side. "Fuck, fuck, fuckâ"
"You can take it." Terrell's voice was calm. He was fucking her in long, slow strokes now, each one bottoming out against something deep that made her stomach bulge. "You always take it."
The bed was filling fast.
Momo was on her hands and knees near the headboard, a man named DeShawn behind her with his thumbs hooked into her thong and his cock already slicked with her juices. He'd spent five minutes with his face buried between her legs, lapping at her until the sheets under her knees were soaked and her thighs were shaking. Now he lined up and pushed, and Momo's mouth fell open around a silent cry.
"Look at that arch," DeShawn said, running a palm down the curve of her spine. Her ass was high, her face pressed into the mattress, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "Japanese girls got the prettiest little backs."
"Korean," Momo gasped.
"What?"
"I'mâah, ahâI'm Koâ"
He thrust hard, and her words dissolved into a gurgle. Her pussy clenched around him, the muscles fluttering, the wet sounds of her cunt sucking him deeper filling the space between her moans. DeShawn grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, and Momo's eyes rolled white.
"Don't matter what you are," he grunted, picking up speed. "You're a hole right now. That's all."
On the other side of the bed, Nayeon was drowning.
Malik had her on her back, her head hanging off the edge of the mattress, her throat a straight channel down to her stomach. His cock slid in and out of her mouth with wet, glottal soundsâ glrk, slrk, glrkâand Nayeon's hands were folded on her stomach like she was praying. Her jaw ached. Her gag reflex had given up ten minutes ago. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes and down her temples, and Malik was still going.
"There you go." His hips rolled in a steady rhythm. "Look at that fucking throat. See that?"
The question was directed at Jihyo, who was beside him on her knees, watching Nayeon's neck bulge with every thrust. She could see the outline of his cock through the skin. She could hear Nayeon's muffled whimpers vibrating around his shaft.
"Beautiful," Jihyo whispered. Her hand was between her own legs, fingers rubbing circles over her clit. "She looks so pretty like that."
"Your turn next."
Jihyo shuddered. Her cunt clenched around nothing.
Malik pulled out of Nayeon's mouth with a wet pop, and she gasped, coughing, spit and pre-cum dribbling down her chin in thick ropes. Her face was a messâmascara streaked, lips swollen, cheeks flushed crimson. She looked blissed out. Destroyed.
"Get up," Malik said to Jihyo. "On your knees. Mouth open."
She moved before her brain caught up.
The room was a symphony now. Squeaking sheets. Slapping skin. Wet mouths and wetter cunts. Moans overlapping in different pitchesâSana's high keening, Momo's guttural grunts, Nayeon's broken sobbing. A man named Dre was balls-deep in Jeongyeon's ass, her face pressed against Dahyun's stomach while Dahyun writhed under another man's tongue. Chaeyoung had two cocks in her hands, jerking them in opposite rhythms while she watched Tzuyu get bent over a chair and eaten from behind.
Tzuyu's skirt was flipped up over her back. Her ass was in the air, pale and smooth and already reddening from the slap of a palm. The man behind herâa bull with shoulders like a linebacker and a cock that curved upward like a scimitarâhad his whole face buried in her cunt from behind. His tongue was inside her. His nose was pressed against her asshole. Tzuyu's legs were trembling so hard the chair was scooting across the floor.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please, please, pleaseâ"
The man pulled back just enough to speak. "Please what?"
"I want you inside. I want your cock. I wantâ"
"Turn over."
Tzuyu scrambled onto her back. Her legs fell open, and her pussy gapedâa tight, delicate slit with small tucked labia that were now engorged and dark pink and glistening with her own slick and the man's saliva. The clitoral hood was pulled back, revealing the small pearl of her clit, twitching with every heartbeat.
The man grabbed her thighs and folded her in half. His cock head nudged her entrance, and Tzuyu made a sound like a wounded animal.
Mina was still on her knees. Marcus had moved to the edge of the bed, sitting with his legs spread, and she followed on all fours. Her dress was gone nowâtorn off by impatient hands and discarded somewhere behind the couch. Her breasts swayed with every movement, nipples grazing the rug. Her g-string was a wet string between her ass cheeks, and she could feel her own slick running down her inner thighs.
"Come here." Marcus patted his lap.
She climbed up, straddling him, and his cock stood between them like a monument. The head pressed against her stomach, smearing pre-cum across her skin. Mina reached down and wrapped both hands around the shaft. Her fingers didn't meet.
"I want to put it in," she breathed. "Can I?"
"You asking?"
"Always."
"Put it in, then."
She lifted her hips and positioned him at her entrance. The tip spread her foldsâher labia, soft and flabby, the kind that hung loose and parted easily, the inner lips a shade darker than her skin and quivering with anticipation. She sank down.
The first inch made her gasp.
The second made her groan.
By the time she was halfway down, she was shaking, her inner walls stretching around his girth, her clit pressed flush against the base of his shaft. Marcus watched her face the whole timeâthe way her eyes crossed, the way her mouth formed a perfect O, the way her nostrils flared with every shallow breath.
"You feel that?" he asked.
"So big. So fucking big. I can feel you in my stomach."
"Good girl. Now ride."
She rode. Her hips rolled in slow, grinding circles, her ass slapping against his thighs on the downstroke. Her tits bounced in his face, and he caught one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard enough to make her keen. The sound of her cunt squelching around him was obsceneâ slorp, squelch, plapâand with every stroke, more of her juices leaked out, soaking his balls and the sheets beneath them.
"Look at me," Marcus growled.
She looked.
"You're going to cum on this dick. And when you do, I'm going to fill this pussy up. You understand?"
"Yes. Yes. Yes."
"Tell me you want it."
"I want your cum. I want it inside me. I want to feel it drip out of me for days. Please. Please breed me. Pleaseâ"
Her orgasm hit like a freight train.
Her pussy clamped down, the muscles rippling and pulsing along Marcus's shaft. Her whole body convulsed. Her head snapped back, and a spray of fluid erupted from her cuntâsquirting around his cock in hot gushes that splattered his abs and dripped onto the bed. Mina screamed. Her fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. She rode the climax in violent, jerky thrusts, and Marcus let her, watching her fall apart with a satisfied half-smile.
"That's it," he murmured. "That's my fucking slut."
His own orgasm hit a moment later. He grabbed her hips and yanked her down, burying himself as deep as possible, and his cock pulsed. Pumped. Flooded her pussy with thick, hot cumârope after rope after ropeâuntil it was leaking out around his shaft and pooling on his balls. Mina collapsed against his chest, twitching, her cunt still gripping him in aftershocks.
Dahyun was getting destroyed in the corner.
Two men had her pinned between themâone in her cunt, one in her assâand they were fucking her in tandem. The one in her pussy was named Reggie, a stocky man with a straight, thick cock that stretched her in ways she'd never get used to. The one in her ass was named Khalil, and his cock curved downward, sliding into her back hole with a slow, brutal rhythm that made her see stars.
"Tight little ass," Khalil grunted. "She's gripping me like a vise."
"Pussy too," Reggie said. "Wet and hot and tight as fuck. Asian bitches got the best holes."
Dahyun couldn't speak. Couldn't think. Her mouth was open against Reggie's shoulder, drool spilling down his chest, and every thrust from both men sent electric shocks through her nervous system. Her asshole stretched and clenched. Her pussy fluttered and gushed. The two cocks inside her were grinding against each other through the thin wall of flesh, and she could feel them bothâcould feel every vein, every ridge, every pulse.
"Please," she choked out. "I can'tâit's too muchâI can'tâ"
"You can." Khalil's hand came down on her ass with a crack that made her yelp. "You will."
He sped up. Reggie matched him. They were fucking her in unison now, both cocks buried to the hilt at the same time, and Dahyun's whole body locked up. Her third orgasm of the night ripped through her, and this time her legs gave out. The men held her up and kept fucking, kept pounding, kept using her limp body like a toy.
When they came, they came together.
Reggie first, his cock swelling and spurting hot cum directly against her cervix. Khalil a second later, flooding her bowels with thick seed that she could feel pooling deep in her guts. They pulled out simultaneously, and Dahyun crumpled to the floor, cum leaking from both her holes in slow, thick streams. Her ass gapedâa dark, wet hole that winked and pulsed and couldn't close. Her pussy lips were puffy and swollen and smeared white.
Chaeyoung was beside her in an instant, on her hands and knees, licking the cum from Dahyun's inner thighs.
"Fuck," Chaeyoung whispered between licks. "You're so full. Both your holes are leaking."
Dahyun just whimpered.
Jeongyeon was bent over the arm of the couch, her ass in the air and her face buried in a pillow. Dre was still behind her, his cock pistoning in and out of her asshole with wet, meaty smacks. Her anus was stretched tight around his shaftâa puckered ring of muscle that gripped him on every outstroke and swallowed him on every thrust. Her pussy was empty, dripping onto the leather, her clit a swollen nub that she rubbed frantically with two fingers.
"Look at you," Dre growled. "Fucking your own clit while I wreck your ass. You love this, don't you?"
"Yes. Yes. I love it. I love getting my ass fucked. I love your cock in my ass. I loveâ"
"Say it louder."
"I LOVE GETTING MY ASS FUCKED BY BIG BLACK COCK!"
Her scream echoed through the suite. Someone laughed. Someone else applauded. Dre grabbed her hips with both hands and jackhammered into her, his balls slapping against her pussy, his cock plunging deeper with every stroke. Jeongyeon's eyes rolled back. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She came, and her ass clenched so hard that Dre had to fight to keep thrusting.
He pulled out at the last second, stroked himself twice, and shot his load across her backâlong, white ropes that painted her spine and pooled in the dimples above her ass. Jeongyeon lay there, shuddering, cum dripping down her sides, her asshole gaping and twitching and completely ruined.
The orgy had spread beyond the bed now.
Couples and trios were scattered across the suiteâon the floor, against the windows, in the bathroom with the door open. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and sex and weed and cum. Sheets were soaked through. Condoms weren't a thing here. The men's cocks were all bare, all glistening with bodily fluids, all still hard despite multiple orgasms.
Jihyo was on the floor in the middle of it all, surrounded.
Malik was in her mouth. Another manâshe didn't know his nameâwas between her legs. A third was kneeling beside her head, jerking off onto her face while he watched her throat get fucked. Her hands were busy too, jerking off two more cocks, her fingers barely able to close around the girth.
"That's it," Malik said, holding her head steady while he fucked her throat. "Take it all. Every inch. You're a born cocksucker, you know that?"
Jihyo couldn't answer. Her throat was full. The man between her legs had three fingers in her cunt and his thumb on her clit, and she was gushing, squirting every time he curled his knuckles. The man jerking off beside her head came firstâa hot splash of semen across her cheek and into her hair. She grunted around Malik's cock, and he laughed.
"Don't stop," he said. "We're just getting started."
Momo crawled over on her hands and knees. Her face was smeared with cum and sweat, her hair a tangled mess. She nudged Jihyo's legs apart and buried her face between them, her tongue lashing at Jihyo's clit while the man's fingers were still inside her.
The double stimulation made Jihyo convulse. Her scream was muffled by Malik's cock, but everyone heard it anywayâa raw, desperate sound that came from somewhere deep.
Sana was in the center of the bed, on her back, legs spread wide. Her cunt was ruinedâpuffy, swollen, leaking a steady stream of cum that pooled under her ass. Her asshole was still spasming from the pounding Terrell had given it. Her tits were covered in bite marks and hickeys. Her face was a mess of saliva and tears and smeared lipstick.
But she was still reaching for more.
"Please," she begged, voice hoarse. "Someone else. Anyone. I need more. I need to be full again."
A man she hadn't seen beforeâyounger, maybe twenty-two, with a cock that curved hard to the rightâclimbed between her legs. He didn't even guide it. Just shoved, and her swollen pussy swallowed him. Sana's gasp was wet and ragged.
"Yes. Yes. Yesyesyesâ"
The young man started fucking her fast. No warm-up. No slow build. Just brutal, rabbit-fast thrusts that made Sana's whole body jiggle. Her tits bounced. Her stomach rippled. The cum that was already inside her made a frothy white ring around the base of his cock.
"Fuck," the young man breathed. "You're so wet. So sloppy. This pussy is trashed."
"Ruined," Sana agreed. She was crying now, but smiling. "Completely ruined. Keep going. Don't stop. Fuck me until I can't walk."
He did.
Tzuyu and Chaeyoung were sixty-nining in the corner, each buried face-deep in the other's cunt. A man was fucking Tzuyu's ass while she ate Chaeyoung out, his cock sliding in with wet, squelching sounds. Another man was behind Chaeyoung, feeding his cock into her pussy while she moaned into Tzuyu's cunt. The four of them moved together in a writhing, panting chain of flesh.
"Fuck," Chaeyoung gasped, pulling her mouth away from Tzuyu's clit for just a second. "This is insane. This isâ"
Tzuyu grabbed her hair and pulled her back down. "Don't stop. Don't stop."
Chaeyoung's tongue found her clit again, and Tzuyu's scream was muffled by her own mouthful of pussy.
The night was still young. The suite's clock read barely past midnight. The men showed no signs of slowingâtheir cocks still hard, their stamina preternatural, their cum seemingly endless. Every woman in the room had been filled at least twice. Some were on their fourth or fifth loads. And still they begged for more.
Nayeon was on her knees in the middle of the room, completely naked, her body a canvas of handprints and bite marks and drying cum. She was surrounded by menâfive of them, all standing with their cocks aimed at her face. She tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue.
"Do it," she whispered. "Cover me. I want to drown in it."
The first shot hit her tongue. Thick and salty and hot. The second splashed across her nose and dripped into her mouth. The third painted her forehead. The fourth and fifth coated her cheeks and chin in overlapping layers of white. Nayeon kept her mouth open, her eyes closed, a blissed-out smile spreading across her cum-soaked lips.
"More," she moaned. "There's not enough. I need more."
More came. The men stroked themselves back to hardness and kept coming, kept painting her, kept layering thick ropes of semen over her face and her tits and her hair until she was unrecognizable. A bukkake masterpiece. A cum-drenched angel.
When it was over, Nayeon opened her eyes and licked her lips.
"Thank you," she breathed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Mina watched from the bed, Marcus's softening cock still inside her, his cum still warm in her womb. She watched Nayeon get covered. She watched Sana take another pounding. She watched Momo crawl to the bathroom on shaking legs, only to get caught by two men and dragged back to the bed for more. She watched her groupâher sisters, her bandmates, her fellow slutsâget used and filled and broken and rebuilt.
And she smiled.
Because this was what they were now.
Not just idols. Not just performers. Not the polished, perfect, polite girls who bowed at ninety degrees and sang about love. They were holes. They were cumdumps. They were BBC addicts who'd fly across the world just to get their brains fucked out by black cock.
And the night was just getting started.
Jamal appeared in the archway, his cock still slick and gleaming, his chest still heaving from his last orgasm. He looked at the sceneâthe tangled bodies, the soaked sheets, the nine women in various states of ruinâand he grinned.
"Round two," he announced. "Who wants to go first?"
Every hand in the room went up.
The air in the suite had thickened into something you could tasteâsalt and sweat and the copper-tang of exertion, layered over the sweet-skunky ghost of burned weed. Bodies moved in the half-light, a tangle of limbs on the altar-sized bed, on the floor, against the windows where the city's distant lights flickered like indifferent stars.
Jamal stood in the archway, his cock still wet from whatever hole it had last occupied, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Round two," he'd said, and every hand in the room had gone up. But he wasn't looking at all of them now. His eyes tracked to Momo, who had been dragged back from the bathroom by two men, her legs still shaking, her mascara streaked down her cheeks like dark rain. Then to Sana, still sprawled on the bed with her ruined cunt leaking onto the sheets. Then to Mina, Marcus's cum still warm in her womb, her chest still heaving.
"You three." Jamal pointed, his finger moving between Momo, Sana, and Mina. "You're up. Something special."
Marcus shifted beneath Mina, his softening cock sliding out of her with a wet, sucking sound. A gush of thick white followed, spilling onto his thighs. Mina whimpered at the emptiness, her pussy clenching around nothing. "What kind of special?" she asked, her voice still small and fucked-out.
Jamal's grin widened. "The kind where you watch."
He nodded at DeShawn and another manâa hulking figure named Biggs who'd been leaning against the bar, his cock hanging heavy between his legs, uncircumcised and dark as wet mahogany, the foreskin partially retracted over a head the size of a fist. Biggs pushed off the bar, his dick already stiffening, the curve of it bending slightly downward, a thick vein running the length of the shaft like a river on a map. DeShawn was already hard again, his cock jutting straight out, the skin pulled tight, the tip glistening with pre-cum that caught the lamplight.
"Get her on the bed," Jamal said, tilting his chin toward Momo. "Face down. Ass up. And someone tie these two up."
Mina didn't understand what was happening until rough hands grabbed her wrists. Terrell was there, his breath hot against her ear, his voice a low rumble. "You're gonna watch, pretty girl. No touching unless we say." He pulled her arms behind her back, and she felt something softâa silk tie, probably from one of the robes hanging in the bathroomâloop around her wrists and cinch tight. Not painful. Just restrictive. Just enough to remind her she wasn't in control.
Beside her, Sana received the same treatment. Her wrists were bound with what looked like a belt, the leather cool against her sweat-slicked skin. She made a small soundânot protest, not quiteâher latex dress still bunched at her waist, her tits bouncing as she was maneuvered to the edge of the bed.
"Sit," Terrell commanded, pushing Mina down onto a chaise that had been dragged close to the bed. "Legs spread. Hands where I put them."
Her bound hands settled in her lap. Her thighs parted automatically, her cunt still leaking Marcus's cum, her clit still swollen and visible, peeking from its hood. Terrell noticed. His thumb brushed over the nub, and Mina's whole body jerked.
"No," he said, pulling his hand back. "You don't get to cum until I say. Understand?"
"Yes," Mina breathed.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Daddy."
The word slipped out before she could stop it. Terrell's eyes flickered with something dark and pleased. "Good girl."
Momo was being positioned on the bed.
DeShawn and Biggs worked her like she weighed nothingâflipping her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up until her ass was in the air, her face pressed into the mattress. Her leather skirt had been torn off at some point during the chaos; her thong was a wet string buried between her cheeks. DeShawn hooked a finger under it and ripped. The fabric snapped with a sharp sound, and Momo's ass was bareâpale and round and already marked with handprints from earlier.
"Look at that," Biggs muttered, running a palm over her right cheek. His hand was so large it covered the entire curve. "Japanese girls got the best asses."
"Korean," Momo gasped into the mattress.
"What?"
"I'mâ"
Biggs brought his hand down. The smack echoed through the room, and Momo's words dissolved into a choked cry. Her asscheek bloomed red, the imprint of his palm visible against the pale skin. Her pussyâvisible from behind, the lips puffy and parted, the inner labia dangling slightly, dark pink and glisteningâclenched at the impact. A fresh drip of slick rolled down her inner thigh.
"Don't matter what you are," Biggs said, his voice casual, like he was discussing the weather. "You're a hole right now. Two holes. And we're gonna use both."
Sana watched from her spot at the edge of the bed, her bound hands twisting in her lap. Her cunt was still wrecked from Terrell and the younger man, still leaking, still pulsing with aftershocks. But watching Momo get positionedâwatching her friend's ass raised like an offering, watching her pussy glistenâmade Sana's hips shift forward. Her thighs pressed together, and a low whine escaped her throat.
"Spread those legs," Terrell snapped from beside Mina. "Both of you. I want to see those wet cunts while you watch."
Sana obeyed. Her legs fell open, and her pussy was a messâthe lips swollen and dark, the inner folds slick and gaping, a steady trickle of cum still oozing from her hole. Her clit was a hard little pearl, twitching with every heartbeat. Across from her, Mina mirrored the position, her own cunt in similar disarray, Marcus's cum still dripping in slow pulses.
"Good," Terrell said. "Now watch. And don't you fucking dare touch yourselves unless I say."
On the bed, DeShawn was positioning himself behind Momo. His cockâthat straight, thick beastânudged against her asshole, and Momo's whole body stiffened. Her back arched deeper, her hands clawing at the sheets, her face turning to the side so one eye was visibleâwide, wet, terrified and exhilarated all at once.
"Wait," she choked out. "Wait, wait, waitâ"
"Shhh." Biggs knelt in front of her, his cock bobbing at her face. The downward curve made it look almost predatory, like something designed to reach deep. "Open up."
Momo's mouth fell open without her permission. Her jaw unhinged, her tongue flattening, and Biggs fed his cock between her lips. The head popped past her teeth with a wet sound, and Momo gagged immediatelyâa deep, guttural glrk that vibrated around his shaft. Biggs didn't stop. He pushed deeper, his foreskin rolling back as her throat swallowed him, and Momo's nose pressed against his pubic bone. Her throat bulged. Her eyes watered. Her hands, unbound, flew up to grip his thighsânot pushing, just anchoring.
"There you go," Biggs grunted. "Nice and deep. Hold it."
He held her there, buried to the hilt, her throat convulsing around him. Momo couldn't breathe. The gag reflex spasmed, and saliva bubbled around her lips, dripping down her chin in thick ropes. Her face went red, then deeper red, and just when the edges of her vision started to go dark, Biggs pulled back. Momo gasped, spit flying, her chest heaving. A string of saliva connected her bottom lip to his cockhead.
"Fuck," she wheezed. "Fuck, fuckâ"
Behind her, DeShawn chose that moment to push.
His cockhead pressed against her assholeâthat tight, puckered ring that had already been stretched once tonight but was still impossibly snug. Momo screamed around Biggs's cock as he shoved back into her mouth. The scream vibrated up his shaft, and Biggs groaned.
"Tight little ass," DeShawn said through gritted teeth. He was only halfway in, and Momo's sphincter was gripping him like a fist. The muscle fluttered and spasmed, trying to accommodate the intrusion. "She's fighting me."
"Make her take it," Jamal said from somewhere behind them. He'd settled into a chair, one leg crossed over the other, his cock standing at attention. He was stroking himself slowly, watching.
DeShawn grabbed Momo's hips with both handsâhis thumbs digging into the dimples above her assâand shoved.
The full length of his cock disappeared into her asshole.
Momo's scream was swallowed by Biggs's cock, but her body told the story. Her back arched so sharply it looked painful. Her toes curled. Her fingers clawed at Biggs's thighs, leaving red welts. Her ass clenched around DeShawn's shaft, the muscle rippling, and a fresh gush of slick erupted from her pussyâspraying the sheets beneath her in a sudden, involuntary squirt.
"Look at that," DeShawn breathed, pulling back until just the tip remained inside. Momo's asshole gapedâa dark, stretched ring that winked and pulsed and couldn't close. "She's squirting from getting her ass fucked."
"Hit it again," Biggs said, and thrust into her throat simultaneously as DeShawn slammed back into her ass.
They found a rhythm immediatelyâan unspoken coordination that came from experience. Biggs would pull back, letting Momo gasp half a breath, and DeShawn would thrust deep. Then DeShawn would withdraw, and Biggs would fill her throat. Back and forth, a seesaw of penetration, Momo's body rocking between them like a boat in a storm.
The sounds were obscene. The wet glrk-glrk-glrk of her throat getting fucked. The meaty plap-plap-plap of DeShawn's hips against her ass. The squelch of her pussy, still leaking, still spraying with every deep thrust. Momo's muffled moans formed a constant, keening backdropâa high-pitched mmmm that rose and fell with the rhythm.
Sana watched. Her bound hands twisted in her lap, her thighs spread wide, her cunt visibly pulsing. Every time DeShawn buried himself in Momo's ass, Sana's hips jerked. Every time Momo's muffled scream filled the room, Sana's clit twitched. A fresh wave of slick ran down her inner thigh, mixing with the drying cum.
"Please," she whispered. Her voice was hoarse. Broken. "Please, can Iâcan I touchâ"
"No," Terrell said without looking at her. His eyes were fixed on the scene on the bed.
Sana whimpered. Her whole body trembled. Beside her, Mina was in similar agonyâher legs shaking, her cunt clenching around nothing, her bound hands white-knuckled in her lap. She'd bitten her lower lip so hard she'd drawn blood.
On the bed, the rhythm shifted.
DeShawn pulled out of Momo's ass with a wet pop, and Momo's hole gaped wideâa dark tunnel that spasmed and fluttered and leaked a thin trail of lube and pre-cum. Before she could even process the emptiness, Biggs was moving. He pulled out of her mouth, leaving her gasping and drooling, and circled around behind her.
"Two in the ass," he said, and Momo's whole body went rigid.
"Wait," she choked. "I can'tâtwoâI can't take twoâ"
"Shut up." DeShawn was in front of her now, his cockâslick with her own ass juicesâslapping against her cheek. "You'll take what we give you."
Momo's mouth opened, but no words came out. Just a broken, desperate sound. DeShawn took advantage and pushed past her lips, and Momo's throat opened for him automatically, trained now, obedient.
Behind her, Biggs was positioning himself. His cock, thicker than DeShawn's and curved downward, pressed against the already-stretched ring of her asshole. DeShawn's cum and lube had loosened her somewhat, but the sight of that second cockhead pushing against herâthe way the dark skin bulged against her pale flesh, the way her sphincter strained and whitenedâwas almost too much.
"Push," Biggs commanded, and Momo bore down instinctively, and the head popped inside.
Her scream was so loud it pierced through DeShawn's cock. Her whole body convulsed. Her pussy squirted againâa violent spray that soaked the bed and dripped onto the floor. Her asshole stretched impossibly wide, the two cocks side by side, the thin wall of flesh between them visible as a pale membrane.
"Fuuuuck," Biggs groaned. "She's tight. Even with two, she's tight."
"Move," Jamal said from his chair. His hand was stroking faster now. "Both of you. Fuck her."
They moved.
Not alternating this time. Together. Both cocks buried in her asshole at once, stretching her beyond what should have been possible, and Momo's world dissolved into white noise. She couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't do anything but exist as a vessel for their pleasure. Her throat was full of DeShawn's cock. Her ass was full of both of them. Her pussy, empty and neglected, gushed and squirted with every thrust, her clit a swollen, throbbing mess that ached for touch that wouldn't come.
The double penetration was brutal. There was no rhythm to itâjust chaos. When DeShawn thrust forward, Biggs pulled back. When Biggs pushed deep, DeShawn withdrew. Sometimes they moved together, and Momo's asshole would stretch so wide the skin went translucent, and she'd make a sound that wasn't humanâsomething between a sob and a wail and a moan, all of it muffled by the cock in her throat.
Sana was crying now. Silent tears tracking through the dried cum on her cheeks. Her cunt was a disasterâswollen, dripping, clenching around nothing. She could smell Momo from where she satâthe musk of her arousal, the sharper scent of her ass getting used, the sweet undertone of sweat. It was driving her insane.
"Please," she sobbed. "Please let me touch. I'll do anything. I'll suck your cock. I'll let you fuck my ass. I'llâ"
Terrell crossed the room in three strides. His hand closed around her throatânot squeezing, just holding. Just reminding her who was in charge. "You'll do what I say. And I say you watch. You watch your friend get her ass destroyed, and you think about how badly you want it. That's your punishment."
"Punishment for what?"
"For being such a desperate slut."
Sana's cunt clenched so hard it hurt. A fresh gush of slick dripped onto the chaise.
Beside her, Mina was losing her own battle. Her hips were rocking slightlyâan involuntary, desperate grind against nothing. Her bound hands had somehow found their way between her legs, and her fingers were hovering just above her clit, trembling with the effort of not touching.
"Hands," Terrell snapped, and Mina jerked them away with a sob.
"I can'tâI can't help itâ"
"You will."
On the bed, the train was picking up speed. DeShawn pulled out of Momo's mouth and came on her face without warningâthick ropes that painted her forehead and dripped into her eyes. She blinked through the cum, her tongue lolling out to catch what she could, and then another cock was at her lips. A man named Tyrell, who'd been watching from the corner, his dick curved upward like a scimitar, the head a deep purple-brown against the chocolate of his shaft.
"Open," he said, and Momo did, and her throat was full again.
Behind her, Biggs was still pounding her ass, but DeShawn had pulled out. For a moment, Momo's asshole gaped emptyâa ruined, stretched hole that couldn't close, the inner walls visible, pink and clenching and dripping lube and pre-cum. Then another man was behind her. Marcus. His cock, still slick with Mina's cum, pressed against her asshole, and Momo didn't even have the strength to tense up.
"Relaxed now, huh?" Marcus grunted, shoving in. "Good. That's good. Nice and loose."
Momo's response was a muffled gurgle around Tyrell's cock.
The train continued. Marcus fucked her ass for what felt like hoursâlong, slow strokes that bottomed out against something deep inside her. Then he pulled out and came across her back, his cum adding to the mess already painting her skin. Another man took his place. Then another. Momo's asshole became a revolving door, stretched and filled and emptied and filled again, and through it all, her pussy kept gushing. She must have squirted five, six, seven timesâthe sheets beneath her were soaked through, and a puddle was forming on the floor.
"Enough," Jamal said finally. His voice cut through the chaos, and the men paused. Momo collapsed onto the mattress, her ass still in the air, her face buried in a pillow soaked with cum and drool and tears. Her asshole gaped wideâa dark, ruined tunnel that spasmed and leaked a mixture of lube and pre-cum and whatever else had been pumped into her. The skin around it was red and swollen, the muscle exhausted.
"Flip her over," Jamal commanded.
Hands grabbed Momo and flipped her onto her back. Her legs fell open automatically, and her pussy was a revelationâthe lips puffy and engorged, the inner folds dangling and dark pink, her clit a prominent, throbbing nub that twitched visibly. She was still soaked, still dripping, her urethra visible as a small, puckered opening just above her vaginal entrance.
Jamal stood over her, stroking his cock. "Who hasn't cum in her pussy yet?"
Three men stepped forward. Tyrell. A man named Darnell with a cock that was thicker at the base and tapered toward the head. A third manâyoung, maybe twenty-one, with a straight cock that was easily eleven inches.
"Line up," Jamal said. "She's getting filled."
Momo's head lolled to the side. Her eyes were half-lidded, glassy, unfocused. "Please," she whispered. Her voice was barely there, shredded from screaming. "Please⊠breed me⊠fill me upâŠ"
Tyrell went first. He climbed between her legs and shoved in without ceremony, and Momo's pussy swallowed him. She was so wet, so loose from all the squirting, that he bottomed out in one thrust. Momo's back arched, and a weak moan escaped her lips. Her cunt clenched around himâthe muscles fluttering, the walls grippingâbut she didn't squirt this time. She was too exhausted.
He fucked her fastâbrutal, piston-like thrusts that made her tits bounce and her stomach bulge with every stroke. When he came, he buried himself deep and pumped his load directly against her cervix. Momo's eyes rolled back, and a shudder ran through her entire body.
Darnell didn't wait for Tyrell to pull out. He nudged Tyrell aside and shoved in, Tyrell's cum providing extra lubrication. The wet, sloppy sounds of her pussy being fucked were amplified nowâsquelch, slorp, plapâand Momo just lay there and took it. Her mouth was open, drool spilling down her chin. Her hands, unbound now, lay limp at her sides.
"Fuck, she's loose," Darnell grunted. "This pussy's been used."
"Keep fucking," Jamal said.
Darnell came with a roar, adding his seed to the mix. When he pulled out, cum gushed from Momo's holeâthick and white and copious. The young man stepped up, and Momo's cunt was so full of cum that his entry made an audible splortch sound. Semen splattered his thighs, her thighs, the sheets.
"You're just a cumdump now," the young man breathed, fucking her with short, fast strokes. "Just a hole to fill. You know that?"
"Yes," Momo slurred. "Yes. Hole. Cumdump. Yes."
When he came, her stomach visibly distended. She was fullâso full that cum was leaking out around his shaft, running down her ass crack, pooling in her gaped asshole.
Sana couldn't take it anymore. Her whole body was shaking, her cunt was dripping, and she'd bitten through her lower lip. Blood mixed with the dried cum on her chin.
"Please," she begged, and this time it wasn't a whisper. It was a scream. "Please let me touch! I'll die if I don't touch! I'll fucking die!"
Terrell looked at her. Looked at Mina, who was in similar agony, her whole body trembling, her cunt visibly pulsing. Then he looked at Jamal.
Jamal shrugged. "Let them. But no cumming."
"Go ahead," Terrell said.
Sana's hands flew between her legs. Her bound wrists made it awkward, but she didn't care. Her fingers found her clitâthat swollen, throbbing nubâand she rubbed it furiously, her hips bucking, her mouth open in a silent scream. Beside her, Mina was doing the same, her fingers plunging into her own cunt, fucking herself with desperate, frantic strokes.
"Don't cum," Terrell reminded them. "If you cum, you get the same treatment she got. And you won't get to cum for the rest of the night."
The threat was effective. Sana's fingers slowed. Her breathing, ragged and desperate, steadied slightly. She was riding the edgeâright on the precipiceâbut she didn't fall. Mina was in the same state, her fingers buried in her cunt, her muscles clenched, her whole body rigid with the effort of holding back.
"Good girls," Terrell murmured. "Now watch the finale."
On the bed, Momo was being positioned one last time.
They put her on her knees, her face pressed into the mattress, her ass in the air. Her asshole was still gapingâa ruined, stretched hole that couldn't close, her inner walls visible and pink and twitching. Her pussy was leaking a steady stream of cum, the lips so swollen they looked painful, her clit a dark, throbbing nub. She was trembling all over, her muscles spent, her mind somewhere far away.
"One more," Jamal said. "For the road."
He positioned himself behind her. His cockâthat thick, straight beastâpressed against her asshole, and Momo didn't even flinch. She was beyond reacting. Just a hole. Just a vessel.
He shoved in.
The wet, squelching sound was deafening. Momo's asshole, so stretched and ruined, still gripped himâthe muscle memory of tightness, even now. Jamal fucked her with long, slow strokes, his hips slapping against her ass with meaty thwacks. His balls, heavy and full, swung forward to smack against her clit with every thrust. Momo's response was a low, continuous moanâa sound that seemed to come from somewhere outside her body.
"I'm gonna fill this ass," Jamal grunted. "Fill it so full you'll be leaking for a week. You want that?"
"Mmhmm," Momo hummed. Words were beyond her now.
"You want my cum in your ass? You want to walk around with my seed in your guts?"
"Mmhmm. Yes. Please. Breed. Fill. Yes."
Jamal's rhythm stuttered. His cock swelled, and Momo could feel itâthe pulse, the throb, the sudden heat. Then he was cumming, pumping rope after rope of thick, hot seed deep into her bowels. Momo's asshole clenched around him, milking him, and her pussyâthat neglected, empty cuntâsquirted one last time. The spray was weak, exhausted, but it was there.
When Jamal pulled out, Momo collapsed. She didn't have the strength to stay on her knees. She just crumpled onto the mattress, her ass still in the air, her holes gaping and leaking. Cum dripped from her asshole in slow, thick pulses. Cum oozed from her pussy, pooling on the already-soaked sheets. Her face was a mess of tears and drool and cum, her eyes half-closed, her mouth curved in a dopey, blissed-out smile.
"Good girl," Jamal said, patting her ass. "You took that like a champ."
Momo's response was a soft, breathy giggle. The sound of someone whose mind had been thoroughly, completely broken.
Sana and Mina were still masturbating. Still riding that edge. Their fingers moved in frantic, desperate rhythms, their cunts making wet, squelching sounds that filled the sudden quiet. They'd watched the whole thingâevery thrust, every stretch, every squirtâand they were both so close to orgasm that the slightest breeze would have pushed them over.
"Stop," Terrell said.
They stopped. Their hands pulled away from their cunts, trembling, soaked in their own slick. Sana made a sound that was half-sob, half-whimper. Mina's whole body was shaking.
"Please," Mina whispered. "Please, I'm so close. I needâ"
"You need to wait." Terrell untied her wrists, then Sana's. "You'll get your turn. But not yet."
"When?" Sana's voice was raw, desperate.
Terrell smiled. "When I say."
On the bed, Momo hadn't moved. She was still on her stomach, her ass in the air, her holes still leaking. Her eyes were closed now, her breathing slow and deep. She was asleepâor something like it. The cum-induced stupor had claimed her, pulling her down into a warm, dreamless dark.
Jamal looked at the sceneâMomo unconscious on the bed, Sana and Mina trembling with unspent arousal, the other members scattered around the suite in various states of ruinâand he nodded slowly.
"Good start," he said. "Now. Who's next?"
Sana's hand shot up so fast she nearly fell off the chaise.
Mina's followed a half-second later.
And somewhere in the corner, Nayeonâstill covered in dried cum, still wearing that blissed-out smileâstarted crawling toward the bed on her hands and knees, her tongue already out, her eyes fixed on the nearest hard cock.
The tie around Jihyo's wrists bit into her skin as Terrell cinched it tighterânot enough to hurt, just enough to remind her she wasn't going anywhere. Beside her, Chaeyoung was already bound, her small hands lashed together behind her back with what looked like a strip of torn bedsheet. The two of them knelt on the floor near the foot of the bed, the carpet rough against their shins, the air thick with the smell of what had already happened and what was still to come.
"Face to face," Jamal said, circling them. His cock bobbed with each step. "Chest to chest. I want those tits pressed together."
Hands maneuvered themâTerrell and Malik, gripping shoulders and hips, pushing until Jihyo's breasts squashed against Chaeyoung's. Jihyo's nipples, hard and dark pink, scraped across Chaeyoung's collarbone. Chaeyoung's tits were smaller, perkier, her nipples a shade lighter. The friction made them both gasp.
"Tie them like that," Jamal commanded. "I want them stuck together."
A third strip of fabric looped around their midsectionsâcinching waist to waist, binding them chest-to-chest, belly-to-belly. Their thighs pressed together. Their cunts, both soaked and swollen, aligned almost perfectlyâJihyo's neat, tucked labia now puffy and parted, Chaeyoung's delicate slit glistening with slick that had been dripping since she'd finished eating Dahyun out. Their clits, both exposed and throbbing, touched briefly, and they both shuddered.
"There it is," Malik said, stepping back to admire the work. "Two little fuckdolls packaged up nice."
Jihyo's face was centimeters from Chaeyoung's. She could smell the cum on her breath, the sweat on her skin. Chaeyoung's eyes were glassy, half-lidded, her lips parted. When their gazes met, Chaeyoung's mouth curved into a dopey, eager smile.
"Hey," Chaeyoung whispered.
"Hey," Jihyo whispered back.
Then a cock pushed between their faces.
It was Tyrellâhis upward-curved dick sliding past both their cheeks, the head nudging against Chaeyoung's lips, then Jihyo's. The dark purple-brown tip smeared pre-cum across both their mouths, painting them with a shared gloss. Neither woman hesitated. Their tongues met at the tip, licking together, lapping at the slit where a fresh bead of fluid was welling.
"Fuck," Tyrell breathed. "Look at that. Two tongues on one dick."
"Open wider," Malik said from somewhere behind them. "Both of you."
They obeyed. Jaws unhinged. Tongues extended. Tyrell's cock slid between their open mouthsânot penetrating either one fully, just rubbing against their tongues, their lips, their teeth. The wet, sloppy sound of it was amplified by the stereo effect of two mouths working simultaneously. Slrk-slrk-slrk. Drool spilled down their chins in twin rivers, dripping onto their pressed-together tits.
"Now fuck them," Jamal said.
Tyrell chose Chaeyoung's mouth firstâshoving past her lips, burying himself in her throat with one brutal thrust. Chaeyoung gagged immediately, a wet glrk that vibrated around his shaft. Her bound body convulsed against Jihyo's, her hips jerking, her cunt grinding against Jihyo's thigh. Jihyo felt the spasm, felt Chaeyoung's slick smearing across her skin.
While Tyrell fucked Chaeyoung's face, Malik moved behind them. He knelt, grabbed Jihyo's hips, and lined his cock up with her cunt from behind. The position was awkwardâthe two bound women were essentially a single unit, their legs tangled, their asses pressed togetherâbut Malik made it work. He shoved Jihyo's thighs apart with his knee, and her pussy opened for him. The lips parted, the inner folds glistening, and he pushed in to the hilt in one wet, squelching thrust.
Jihyo screamed around nothing. Her mouth was emptyâChaeyoung was the one getting throat-fuckedâso the sound came out raw and high-pitched and desperate. Her pussy clenched around Malik's cock, the walls rippling, and a gush of slick splattered his thighs.
"There we go," Malik grunted, pulling back and slamming in again. "This cunt's been waiting all night."
Tyrell pulled out of Chaeyoung's mouth with a wet pop and immediately shoved into Jihyo's. The switch was seamlessâone moment Chaeyoung was gagging, the next Jihyo's throat was full. Her eyes bulged. Her bound body jerked against Chaeyoung's, and Chaeyoung felt every spasm, every gag, every desperate swallow.
Dre appeared in front of Chaeyoung. His cockâstill slick from Jeongyeon's assâslapped against her cheek. "Open," he said, and she did, her jaw already aching from having Tyrell in it moments before. Dre's thickness stretched her lips wider. Her jaw popped. Her eyes watered.
Now they were both fullâJihyo's throat stuffed with Tyrell, Chaeyoung's with Dre. Behind them, Malik kept pounding Jihyo's pussy in long, deep strokes. The chain was complete.
Jamal watched, stroking himself. "Speed up."
The rhythm shifted.
Tyrell and Dre found a pace togetherâmatching thrust for thrust, so that both women's throats bulged simultaneously. Malik matched them too, his hips slapping against Jihyo's ass with wet, meaty thwacks. The sounds layered over each otherâglrk-glrk-glrk from two throats, plap-plap-plap from Jihyo's pussy, the squelch of her cunt gripping and releasing. Chaeyoung's pussy, empty and neglected, dripped onto the carpet. Her clit throbbed, untouched, and every time Jihyo's body convulsed against hers, the friction pushed her closer to the edge.
Terrell crouched beside them. His hand slid between their pressed-together bodies, fingers finding Chaeyoung's clit. She screamed around Dre's cock, her hips bucking, her cunt gushing. Terrell's thumb circled the swollen nubâonce, twiceâthen pinched. Chaeyoung's whole body locked up. Her throat constricted around Dre's shaft, and Dre groaned.
"Shit, she's strangling meâ"
"Good," Terrell said. He was still fingering Chaeyoung's clit, rubbing in fast, tight circles, and Chaeyoung was convulsing now, her orgasm ripping through her with violent intensity. Her pussy squirtedâa spray of clear fluid that arced through the air and splattered across the carpet, across Terrell's arm, across Jihyo's thighs. Dre pulled out of her mouth just in time for her scream to fill the room.
"FuuuuckâI'm cummingâI'm cummingâ"
Tyrell pulled out of Jihyo's mouth too. Jihyo gasped, spit flying, her throat raw. But before she could catch her breath, Terrell's wet fingers found her clit. He didn't tease. He pressed hard, rubbing with the same brutal efficiency, and Jihyo's orgasm hit her like a truck. Her pussy clamped around Malik's cockâalready pistoning in and outâand she squirted too. The spray was violent, drenching Malik's balls, the carpet, Chaeyoung's stomach. Malik kept fucking her through it, his rhythm never faltering.
"There we go," he grunted. "Soak my dick. Soak it."
Tyrell and Dre switched holes.
Tyrell moved behind Chaeyoung, shoving her thighs apart, and buried his cock in her ass with one brutal thrust. Chaeyoung shriekedâher asshole, untouched until now, stretched around his girth, the tight ring of muscle spasming. Her cunt, still gushing from her orgasm, squirted again at the intrusion. Dre took her mouth this time, and Tyrell took Jihyo's throat, and Malik was still in Jihyo's pussy, and somewhere in the chaos a fourth manâthe young one who'd fucked Momoâknelt beside the tangle of bodies and shoved his cock between their pressed-together breasts.
The chain was a web now. Every hole filled. Every body connected.
Jihyo's mind was going. The feeling of Malik's cock hammering her pussy, Tyrell's dick sliding down her throat, the young man's shaft thrusting between her titsâit was too much. Her bound body trembled. Her cunt kept gushing, kept squirting, kept soaking everything. Chaeyoung was in the same stateâher ass full of Tyrell, her mouth full of Dre, her clit still being rubbed by Terrell's merciless fingers. Their eyes met through the chaos, and something passed between them. Recognition. Understanding. This was what they were now. This was all they were.
"Switch," Jamal commanded.
The men pulled out simultaneously. Jihyo and Chaeyoung gasped in unison, their bound bodies slumping together, chests heaving, drool and pre-cum smeared across their faces. Cum dripped from Chaeyoung's ass. Slick dripped from Jihyo's pussy. Their tits were slick with the young man's pre-cum and their own sweat.
"Flip them," Jamal said. "Jihyo on bottom. Chaeyoung on top."
Hands grabbed themâMalik and Tyrell working togetherâand the bound pair was flipped. Jihyo's back hit the carpet, and Chaeyoung landed on top of her, their bellies still tied together, their cunts now pressed flush. The alignment was perfect. Their pussies kissedâJihyo's neat, swollen lips against Chaeyoung's delicate, dripping slit. Their clits ground together, and both women moaned, hips bucking involuntarily.
"Look at that," Terrell said. "Two cunts rubbing together like they're making out."
"Fix it," Jamal said.
Dre knelt between their spread legs. He grabbed Chaeyoung's ass with both handsâher cheeks, already reddened, already markedâand lifted slightly. His cock, still slick from her throat, nudged against her cunt. He pushed in, and Chaeyoung's back arched, her tits squashing against Jihyo's, her mouth falling open around a silent scream.
"There's one," Dre grunted, fucking her pussy in slow, deep strokes. "Someone get the other."
Malik moved beneath Chaeyoung's raised hips. His cock found Jihyo's pussy from belowâa tight angle, but she was so wet, so loose from the earlier pounding, that he slid in easily. Jihyo gasped, her bound hands twisting uselessly behind her back.
"Two," Malik said.
"Room for one more," Tyrell said. He was behind Dre now, his cockâstill slickâpressing against Chaeyoung's asshole. Dre paused his thrusts just long enough for Tyrell to push in, and Chaeyoung's body went rigid. Two cocks in her simultaneouslyâone in her cunt, one in her ass. Jihyo felt the pressure through the thin wall of flesh separating her pussy from Chaeyoung's. She could feel Dre's cock moving, Tyrell's cock stretching, the double penetration happening centimeters from her own stretched hole.
"Fuck her," Jamal said. "All three. Together."
They moved.
The coordination was brutal and precise. Malik thrust up into Jihyo's cunt at the same moment Dre drove into Chaeyoung's pussy and Tyrell buried himself in Chaeyoung's ass. The three cocks pistoned in rhythm, and the two bound women became a single, writhing entity. Jihyo's screams layered over Chaeyoung's. Their tits bounced against each other. Their clitsâstill pressed together, still grindingâcreated a feedback loop of pleasure that built and built and built.
Jihyo came first. Her pussy clamped down on Malik's cock, and she squirtedâa violent gush that sprayed up between their bodies and splashed across Chaeyoung's stomach. Chaeyoung felt the hot fluid hit her skin, and it pushed her over. She screamed something unintelligible, her asshole clenching around Tyrell's shaft, her cunt milking Dre's, and she squirted too. The two of them gushed together, their fluids mixing, dripping down onto Jihyo's belly, pooling in her navel.
The men didn't stop. Didn't slow. They fucked the two women through their orgasms, drawing out every spasm, every clench, every desperate buck of hips. The wet sounds were deafeningâsquelch, splortch, plap, plap, plap. The carpet beneath them was soaked through. The smell of sex was so thick it coated the back of the throat.
"Fill them," Jamal said. His voice was rough now. His hand was flying over his own cock. "Fill both of them."
Malik came firstâa guttural roar, his cock swelling and pulsing and pumping hot cum directly against Jihyo's cervix. She felt it flood her, felt the warmth spreading through her pelvis, and she moaned, a broken, fucked-out sound. Dre came next, his seed flooding Chaeyoung's cunt, mixing with her slick and her squirt and everything else. Tyrell was last, buried deep in Chaeyoung's ass, his cum spurting into her bowels in thick, pulsing ropes.
They pulled out together.
Cum gushed from four holes simultaneouslyâJihyo's pussy leaking white onto the carpet, Chaeyoung's pussy and ass dripping twin streams of seed. The two women lay bound together, chests heaving, eyes glassy, mouths open in dopey, blissed-out smiles. Drool spilled from the corners of their lips. Their tongues lolled out, slack and wet.
"Untie them," Jamal said.
The fabric was cut. Jihyo and Chaeyoung didn't move. They just lay there, still pressed together, their bodies too spent to separate. Jihyo's eyes rolled backâwhite showing, pupils vanished. Chaeyoung's did the same. They looked possessed. Broken. Remade.
"Good little cumdumps," Terrell said, patting Chaeyoung's ass. His hand came away dripping. "Good fucking girls."
Around them, the suite had devolved into pure chaos.
Jeongyeon was on the bed, her ass in the air, Dre's cum still drying on her back, and another manâDarnellâwas balls-deep in her pussy, fucking her with fast, sloppy strokes. Her face was buried in a pillow, her screams muffled, her fingers clawing at the sheets. Beside her, Dahyun was getting her ass eaten by a man while she sucked another cock, her cheeks hollowed, her throat bulging. Tzuyu was riding someone reverse-cowgirl, her tiny tits bouncing, her ass slapping against his thighs, her pussy stretched wide around his girth. Momo was still unconscious on the mattress, her holes still gaping, cum still oozing from both of them. Sana had finally been released from her punishmentâshe was on her back, legs spread, taking a cock in her cunt and another in her mouth, screaming around the shaft as she squirted for the fourth time. Mina was in the corner, bent over a chair, getting her ass pounded by Marcus while she jerked off two more cocks. Nayeonâstill painted in dried cum, still smiling that blissed-out smileâwas crawling from man to man, licking cocks clean, her tongue never resting.
Every hole was filled. Every woman was being used. The suite had become a factory of fleshânothing but the wet sounds of fucking, the slap of skin on skin, the broken moans and desperate screams of nine women who had completely surrendered to what they'd become.
Jamal stood in the center of it all, stroking his cock, watching.
"Keep going," he said. "The night's still young."
And they did.
Jamal's voice cut through the cacophony like a blade through smoke.
"Circle."
The word hung in the air, and for a heartbeat, everything stopped. Cocks paused mid-thrust. Moans caught in throats. The wet, rhythmic percussion of flesh on flesh stuttered into silence. Nine pairs of glassy, fucked-out eyes turned toward the massive man standing in the center of the suite, his hand still wrapped around his glistening shaft, his chest rising and falling with measured breaths.
"You heard me." Jamal's grin spread slow, predatory. "All nine of you. Circle formation. Backs together. Asses out. I want every hole pointed at us."
Hands grabbed bodies. Terrell hauled Sana off the cock she'd been riding, her pussy making a wet schlork as she was lifted, cum immediately streaming down her inner thigh. Malik dragged Jihyo and Chaeyoung from the floor, their limbs still rubbery, their mouths still hanging open. Marcus pulled Mina off his cock and pushed her toward the center of the room. DeShawn rolled Momo's unconscious form off the mattress, and she woke with a gasp, her holes still leaking, her eyes unfocused.
"Whaâ"
"Move," DeShawn grunted, and she crawled.
Biggs and Dre cleared the furniture. The massive bed was shoved against the wall. Chairs were kicked aside. The Persian rugânow soaked with cum and sweat and squirtâwas rolled up and tossed into the corner. What remained was a wide expanse of hardwood floor, polished to a mirror shine, reflecting the amber lamplight and the silhouettes of bodies being arranged.
Terrell positioned Nayeon first. Her cum-crusted face was still split in that broken smile, her tongue still lolling, but her body obeyed automatically. She sank to her knees. Her hands pressed flat against the floor. Her back arched, her ass rose, her thighs spread. A string of half-dried cum stretched from her cunt to the floor and snapped when she moved.
"Good," Terrell muttered, and moved her into place.
Marcus maneuvered Mina beside Nayeon. Mina's flabby labiaâthose soft, loose lips that parted so easilyâhung down between her thighs like a fleshy invitation. Her asshole, still puffy from the pounding Marcus had given it, winked and spasmed at the cool air. Her hands trembled as she assumed the position.
Dre dragged Jeongyeon off the bed. She'd been mid-fuck, Darnell's cock buried in her pussy, and when she was pulled free, cum gushed out of her in a thick white waterfall. She didn't protest. She just crawled to the circle and assumed the position, her ass rising, her cunt dripping, her face pressed against the floor.
Malik and Tyrell positioned Chaeyoung and Jihyo side by side. The two women's bodies were still slick with each other's fluids, their tits still marked with bite marks and hickeys. They assumed the position without being told, their muscle memory already conditioned, their bodies already trained. Jihyo's neat pussy lipsâpuffy and swollen nowâparted to reveal the dark pink flesh inside. Chaeyoung's smaller cunt, still leaking Dre's cum, gaped slightly, the inner walls visible.
Khalil and Reggie brought Dahyun forward. Her white button-up shirt had been torn off at some point, leaving her completely naked except for a single stocking that had somehow survived around her left calf. Her cunt was a disasterâthe lips engorged and purple, cum crusted in her pubic hair, her asshole still gaping slightly from the earlier double penetration. She crawled into position and arched her back so deeply her spine made a visible curve beneath her skin.
DeShawn dragged Tzuyu from her reverse-cowgirl position. Her tiny tits bounced as she was moved, her small tucked labia now engorged and protruding like a fleshy flower blooming. Her pale skin was marked with handprintsâred welts across her ass, bruises forming on her hips. She knelt in the circle and her cunt immediately began dripping, a string of slick stretching to the floor.
Biggs brought Momo last. She was barely conscious, her body limp, but when Biggs positioned her on her knees, something automatic kicked in. Her back arched. Her ass rose. Her holesâboth of them, still ruined and stretchedâpointed outward. Cum still leaked from her asshole in slow, thick pulses. Her cunt, also still dripping, made a wet spot on the floor beneath her.
Nine women. Nine pairs of spread thighs. Nine cunts and nine assholes, all facing outward, all waiting.
Jamal walked the perimeter slowly, his bare feet slapping against the hardwood. His cockâstill hard, still slickâbobbed with each step. He looked at the circle of women, and the women looked back at him through the gaps between their own legs, their faces upside-down, their expressions ranging from desperate to dazed to utterly broken.
"Beautiful," he said. "Fucking beautiful. Now." He turned to the other men. "Every hole gets filled. Every single one. I don't want to see an empty cunt, an empty ass, an empty mouth, an empty hand. You understand?"
The men were already moving.
Marcus stepped behind Mina without hesitation. He'd already had her once tonightâhad already dumped his load in her womb and watched her squirt and felt her clench around him. But seeing her like this, on her knees, her flabby lips hanging loose and wet, her asshole already stretched and waiting, made him hard all over again. He grabbed her hips with both handsâhis thumbs pressing into the dimples above her assâand shoved his cock into her cunt in one brutal thrust.
Mina screamed. Her back arched deeper, her fingers clawing at the floor, her toes curling. Marcus's thickness filled her completely, the walls of her pussy stretching to accommodate him, the inner folds clinging and fluttering. He didn't wait. He started fucking her immediatelyâhard, fast, the kind of piston-like rhythm that left no room for adjustment. Plap-plap-plap-plap. His balls slapped against her clit with each thrust. His fingers dug into her hipbones hard enough to bruise.
"FuckâfuckâDaddyâ" Mina's voice was already cracking.
"Shut up and take it," Marcus grunted.
Beside her, Nayeon's mouth was being filled. Tyrell stood in front of her, his upward-curved cock sliding past her lips, and Nayeon didn't just accept itâshe lunged for it. Her cum-crusted face pressed forward, her tongue extending, her throat opening. She swallowed him to the base in one desperate gulp, her nose pressing against his pubic bone, her throat bulging obscenely. The dried cum on her cheeks cracked as her face stretched.
Glrk.
"Goddamn," Tyrell breathed. "This one's a natural."
Behind Nayeon, Dre was already lining up with her cunt. He didn't ease in. Didn't prep her. He just grabbed her hips, angled his cock, and shoved. Nayeon's scream was completely swallowed by Tyrell's shaftâa muffled vibration that traveled up his dick and made his eyes roll back. Her cunt, already soaked from everything she'd taken earlier, accepted Dre's thickness with a wet splortch, cum and slick spraying around his shaft.
"That's two," Dre muttered, and started fucking her in counterpoint to Tyrell's throat-fucking. When Tyrell thrust in, Dre pulled back. When Dre thrust in, Tyrell withdrew. Nayeon's body rocked between them like a ship in a hurricane, her cunt squelching, her throat gurgling, her hands clawing at nothing.
Next to Nayeon, Sana was getting the same treatment. Terrell stood in front of her, his cock already slick, and Sana opened her mouth so wide her jaw popped. She didn't wait for him to push inâshe leaned forward and swallowed him, her lips stretching around his girth, her tongue immediately working the underside of his shaft. The sounds she made were wet and desperate and worshipfulâslrk-slrk-slrkâdrool already spilling down her chin in thick ropes.
Behind her, Biggs knelt. His massive, downward-curved cock pressed against Sana's asshole, and Sana's body tensed instinctively. Her ass was still sore from earlier, still stretched, but the sight of Biggs's monsterâdark as wet mahogany, the foreskin partially retracted over a head the size of a fistâmade her sphincter spasm with something between fear and desperate craving.
"Relax that hole," Biggs said, and shoved.
Sana's scream was loud enough to pierce through Terrell's cock. Her asshole stretched wideâwider than it had all nightâthe ring of muscle going translucent as it struggled to accommodate Biggs's girth. Her cunt, empty but watching, gushed a spray of slick that splattered the floor. Biggs didn't stop. He pushed deeper and deeper, inch by inch, until his balls pressed against her ass and the full length of his monster was buried in her bowels.
"That's it," he grunted. "That's my hole. You feel that, you little slut? You feel me in your guts?"
Sana couldn't answer. Her mouth was full. But her body answered for herâher cunt squirting again, her hips bucking, her asshole clenching around Biggs's shaft in rhythmic, milking pulses.
The pattern repeated around the circle.
Jihyo had Malik in her mouth and Khalil in her cunt within seconds. Malik's cockâthe same one that had throat-fucked her earlierâslid past her lips with practiced ease, and Jihyo's throat opened automatically, the gag reflex thoroughly destroyed. Khalil's downward-curved cock entered her pussy from behind, the curve reaching deep, the head nudging against some spot that made her vision go white. She gagged and moaned and squirted simultaneously, her fluids spraying Khalil's thighs.
Chaeyoung, beside her, was in a similar state. A man named Lamarâmuscular, dark-skinned, his thick veiny cock standing straight outâhad taken position in front of her. Chaeyoung's small hands wrapped around his shaft automatically, jerking him with fast, desperate strokes while her mouth worked the head. Her tongue lashed the slit. Her lips sealed around the ridge. Behind her, Reggie was balls-deep in her cunt, fucking her with the same brutal pace he'd used on Dahyun earlier, his hips slapping against her ass with meaty thwacks.
Dahyun herself was getting double-stuffed again. Two younger menâthey looked like twins, both with straight, thick cocks, both with the same hungry expressionâhad claimed her. One was in her mouth. One was in her cunt. But unlike the alternating rhythm the other pairs were using, these two moved together. When one thrust in, the other thrust in too. Dahyun's body filled from both ends simultaneously, her throat and cunt stuffed to capacity, her handsânot content to be idleâreaching up to jerk off two more cocks belonging to men who were waiting their turn.
Tzuyu had three men on her. One in her mouth. One in her cunt. And a thirdâDarnell, with his thick-base cockâkneeling behind her and pressing against her asshole. Tzuyu's small tucked labia had bloomed fully now, the flesh engorged and dark pink, her clit a prominent nub that twitched with every heartbeat. Her asshole was impossibly tightâshe'd only taken anal once tonight, and her body hadn't fully adjustedâand when Darnell pushed in, her whole body went rigid.
Mmmmph! The sound was muffled by the cock in her throat.
"Push," Darnell commanded, and Tzuyu bore down instinctively, and the head popped past her sphincter. She didn't screamâshe couldn'tâbut her body told the story. Her back arched so sharply her spine creaked. Her cunt clamped down on the cock inside it. Her hands, which had been planted on the floor, flew up and grabbed the thighs of the man in front of her, her nails digging in and leaving crescent-shaped marks.
"She's tight as fuck," Darnell grunted. "Even after earlier, she's tight."
"Ruin it," Jamal said from the center of the circle.
Darnell did. He pushed deeper, and deeper, and deeper, until his balls rested against Tzuyu's ass and her entire body was trembling. Then he started fucking herâslow at first, then faster, then brutal. The two men in her other holes matched his pace, and Tzuyu became a vessel for three cocks simultaneously, every hole filled, every nerve ending screaming.
Jeongyeon was bent over beside Tzuyu, her ass in the air, her face pressed against the floor. She had a manâone of the newer ones, tall and lean with a long upward-curved cockâin her mouth, and another man behind her, his dick already buried in her ass. But her cunt was still empty, still dripping, still clenching around nothing. She pulled her mouth off the cock in front of her just long enough to gasp, "Someoneâpleaseâmy pussyâsomeone fuck my pussyâ"
Malikâstill throat-fucking Jihyoâheard her. He snapped his fingers at a man standing near the bar. "You. Fill that empty hole."
The manâyoung, maybe twenty-three, with a straight cock that was easily twelve inchesâcrossed the room in three strides. He knelt behind Jeongyeon, pushed her thighs wider, and lined up with her cunt. The head of his cock pressed against her lips, and Jeongyeon's body shuddered. He shoved in, and she screamedâa raw, desperate sound that bounced off the walls.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck my cunt! Fill it! Fill all my holes!"
He did. Three cocks nowâone in her mouth, one in her cunt, one in her assâand Jeongyeon's mind dissolved. Her body rocked between them, a puppet pulled by three sets of strings, her tits swaying beneath her, her asscheeks rippling with each thrust, her cunt and asshole both leaking a mixture of cum and lube and her own slick.
Momo, still barely conscious, was the last to be fully claimed. Two men had already taken her mouth and cuntâone thrusting down her throat with slow, deep strokes, the other pounding her pussy with brutal efficiencyâbut her asshole, still gaping slightly from the earlier train of cocks, was empty. Until Jamal himself stepped behind her.
His thick, straight cock pressed against the ruined ring of her asshole, and Momo's body responded automatically. Her back arched deeper. Her ass pushed backward. Her sphincter, exhausted and stretched, offered no resistance. Jamal slid in with a wet, sucking sound, and Momo's only reaction was a soft, breathy, "Mmhmm."
"Ruined," Jamal murmured, almost reverently. "Completely ruined."
He fucked her slow. Not the brutal pace he'd used earlierâthis was something else. Something almost ceremonial. His hips rolled against her ass in deep, grinding strokes, his cock disappearing into her guts and reappearing slick with everything that had been pumped into her. Momo's body rocked with the rhythm, her face blank, her eyes half-lidded, her mouth stretched around the cock in her throat. She was gone. Her body was just a mechanism now, a warm vessel designed for nothing but receiving.
The circle was complete.
Nine women. Twenty-seven holes. And every single one of them was filled.
The men who weren't actively fuckingâand there were at least five of them, waiting, stroking their cocksâmoved around the perimeter like sharks. They grabbed hands and wrapped them around shafts. They knelt beside faces and slapped cocks against cheeks. They pressed their dicks between pressed-together tits, between thighs, against the soles of feet.
Sana had a cock in each hand nowâher fingers wrapped around two thick shafts, jerking them in alternating rhythm while her mouth worked Terrell's cock and her ass took Biggs's monster. The handjob sounds were wet and fastâfap-fap-fapâpre-cum slicking her palms. Mina, beside her, was in the same position, her hands full of two more cocks, her fingers moving in blurring strokes while Marcus destroyed her cunt from behind and a new manâDante, tall and quiet with a long slender curved cockâfed his dick into her throat.
Jihyo's hands were wrapped backward around the cocks of two men standing behind her, her wrists bent at awkward angles, her fingers working blindly. Her mouth was full of Malik. Her cunt was full of Khalil. And now a third manâthe young one who'd fucked Momo earlierâknelt beside her and pressed his cock against her cheek, smearing pre-cum across her skin until she turned her head enough to catch the tip with her tongue.
Chaeyoung had abandoned handjobs entirelyâshe was using her feet instead, her soles pressed together around a thick shaft, the man grunting as he fucked the tight channel between her arches. Her mouth was working another cock. Her cunt was taking Reggie's pounding. Her assholeâstill leaking Tyrell's cum from earlierâwas empty for the moment, but not for long. Another man was already positioning himself behind her, his cockhead pressing against her slick, stretched hole.
Dahyun had graduated to something obscene. While the twin-like men continued fucking her throat and cunt, two more men were using her backâgrinding their cocks against her shoulder blades, smearing pre-cum across her skin, using her body as a surface to get off on. A fifth man was fucking the space between her thighs, his cock sliding through the slick that coated her skin, the head bumping against her clit with each thrust.
Tzuyu's tiny body was almost completely hidden beneath the men using her. Three cocks in her holes. Two more in her hands. A sixth man had somehow positioned himself beneath her, his tongue lapping at her clit while the men above her kept fucking. The sensation was too muchâher cunt kept clamping, kept gushing, kept squirtingâand her muffled screams were a constant, keening backdrop to the chaos.
Jeongyeon was screaming. Not muffled screamsâshe'd pulled her mouth off the cock in front of her and was just screaming, a raw, continuous wail that echoed throughout the suite. Three cocks pistoned in and out of her holes, and her body bucked and convulsed, and she was cummingâshe'd been cumming for what felt like minutes now, her pussy and ass both clamping and releasing in violent, rhythmic pulses, her squirt spraying the floor in a continuous stream.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Her voice cracked. "Fuck me! Fuck all my holes! I'm a cocksleeve! I'm a cumdump! I'mâ"
Her words dissolved into another scream as the man in her pussy bottomed out against her cervix and came. She felt itâfelt the hot flood of seed painting her insides, felt his cock pulsing and throbbingâand she squirted again, the spray mixing with his cum as it leaked out around his shaft.
Nayeon, beside her, felt the scream vibrate through the floor. Her own throat was still full of Tyrell's cock. Her cunt was still taking Dre's pounding. Her hands were wrapped around two more shafts, jerking them with desperate, mechanical strokes. But it was her face that drew the most attention. Tyrell pulled out of her throat, and Nayeon gasped, and before she could catch her breath, three men were standing over her, stroking their cocks, aiming at her face.
"Open," Tyrell said.
Nayeon opened. Her mouth stretched wide. Her tongue extended. Her cum-crusted eyes rolled upward, watching the cocks above her.
The first rope hit her cheek. Thick and hot and white, splattering across her cheekbone and dripping down toward her ear. The second hit her forehead, painting her hairline. The third landed on her tongueâa direct hitâand Nayeon moaned like she'd just tasted something divine. More followed. Thread after thread of cum, arcing through the air and splattering across her face, her hair, her neck, her tits. The men grunted and groaned, their hands flying over their shafts, and Nayeon just knelt there with her mouth open and her tongue out, drowning in it.
"More," she slurred, cum dripping from her lips. "More. More. Cover me. Drown me."
They did. By the time they were finished, Nayeon's face was completely obscuredâa mask of white, so thick it looked like a plaster cast. Only her eyes were visible, blinking through the mess, and her mouth, still open, still waiting, still hungry.
The circle devolved.
Whatever structure had existed dissolved into pure, chaotic animal need. The men stopped rotating and started just usingâfucking whatever hole was closest, grabbing whatever body part they could reach, pumping their loads wherever they landed. The soundtrack was a symphony of obscenity: the wet squelch-squelch-squelch of cunts being pounded, the plap-plap-plap of balls slapping against flesh, the glrk-glrk-glrk of throats being fucked, the desperate, broken moans of nine women who had stopped being women and become something else entirely.
Sana's cunt had been filled three more times. Each time a man pulled out, cum gushed from her hole, and another man was immediately there to push his own load deeper. Her asshole was in the same conditionâa revolving door of cocks, each one adding to the reservoir building in her bowels. Her mouth had tasted at least six different men. Her hands had jerked off more than she could count. Her face was painted with so many layers of cum that the original coating was completely hidden.
Mina was on her seventh load. Marcus had cum in her twice more after the firstâonce in her cunt, once in her assâand then he'd passed her off to other men, and they'd used her too. Her flabby lips were so swollen they looked like a separate entity, a fleshy flower blooming between her thighs. Her asshole gaped constantly, unable to close, the inner walls visible and pink and dripping. Her mouth hung open, drool and cum mixing on her chin, her eyes rolled back so far only the whites showed.
Jihyo and Chaeyoung, still side by side, had become the focal point of a bukkake. Five men were standing over them, stroking their cocks, taking turns painting their faces. Chaeyoung's small features were almost completely obscured. Jihyo's neat appearanceâthe careful image she'd cultivated for yearsâwas buried beneath layer after layer of white. They didn't blink. Didn't flinch. Just knelt there with their mouths open, their tongues touching, their cunts still being fucked from behind by men who hadn't finished yet.
Dahyun had somehow been flipped onto her back, her legs spread impossibly wide, her cunt and asshole both gaping. Three men were kneeling between her thighs, taking turnsâone in her cunt, one in her ass, the third waiting, stroking, ready. Her white button-up shirt had been found and used to wipe cum off someone's cock. Her single remaining stocking had been torn off and used as a makeshift blindfold. She couldn't see anythingâcould only feel the relentless, brutal pounding of cocks in her holesâand her body responded by cumming again and again and again, her squirt spraying upward in arcs that splattered the men's chests.
Tzuyu was in the same position, on her back, blindfolded by someone's underwear, her tiny body almost invisible beneath the men using her. Her cunt had been stretched so wide the small tucked labia were now a gaping tunnel. Her asshole, which had been so tight earlier, was now a ruined ring of flesh that couldn't close. Her mouth was being fucked by a man who'd already cum in her twice and was working on a third load. Her hands were being used by two more men, her fingers wrapped around their shafts, her arms being guided in fast, mechanical strokes.
Jeongyeon had been moved to the center of the circle. Not the edgeâthe center. She was on her hands and knees, and the men had formed a wheel around her, each one taking a turn in her ass, her cunt, her mouth. She was spinning slowly, passed from man to man, her holes never empty for more than a second. Her screams had faded to hoarse, broken sounds. Her body was trembling so hard her teeth chattered. But she didn't ask them to stop. Didn't beg for mercy. Just kept taking it, her cunt and ass both leaking a continuous stream of cum that pooled on the floor beneath her.
Momo had woken up.
Not fullyâher eyes were still glassy, her smile still dopeyâbut something had sparked in her when the men started using her again. She was on her stomach now, her ass in the air, her face pressed against the floor, and three men were taking turns in her holes. One in her cunt, one in her ass, the third in her mouth. They rotated every few minutes, and Momo's body accepted each new configuration without resistance. Her mind had checked out completely. She was just a warm set of holes now, and somewhere in the fog of her consciousness, a voice whispered that this was exactly what she was meant to be.
The men who'd already cumâand there were many of themâdidn't stop. They kept touching, kept stroking, kept watching. Some of them knelt beside the women and masturbated, adding their loads to the puddles forming on the floor. Some of them grabbed breasts and squeezed until the women moaned. Some of them spanked asses that were already bruised and reddened, the sound of palms meeting flesh adding a percussive counterpoint to the symphony of sex.
Jamal watched it all from the edge of the chaos.
His cock was still hard. Still slick. He'd cum in Momo's ass, then again in Sana's mouth, then a third time across Jeongyeon's tits. But he was still ready. They all were. The stamina of these menâthe impossible, almost supernatural endurance that kept them going and going and goingâwas the engine driving this machine. Without it, the women would have collapsed hours ago. With it, they could keep going forever.
"Speed up," Jamal said.
The command rippled through the room. The men increased their paceâthrusting faster, fucking harder, their hips slapping against the women's bodies with bruising force. The women's moans rose in pitch, rising and falling in a chaotic chorus that echoed off the windows and walls and ceiling.
Sana was screaming. Not wordsâjust sound, a continuous wail that rose and fell with each thrust into her cunt, each stretch of her asshole, each gag around the cock in her throat. Biggs was still in her ass, and his massive cock was stretching her so wide the skin around her sphincter had gone pale and taut. The man in her cuntâone of the twinsâwas fucking her with short, fast strokes, his pubic bone grinding against her clit with each impact. The man in her mouth had grabbed her hair and was using it as a handle, guiding her head back and forth on his shaft.
Mina, beside Sana, had reached some transcendent state. Her eyes were open but unseeing, fixed on some point in the middle distance. Her body was still respondingâher cunt still clenching, her asshole still gripping, her mouth still working the cocks presented to herâbut her mind had detached completely. She was floating somewhere above her body, watching herself get used, and the sight filled her with a strange, peaceful warmth. This was what she was. This was all she was. A vessel. A hole. A cocksleeve.
Nayeon had been moved onto her back, her head hanging off the edge of⊠nothing. There was no bed, no chairâjust a man kneeling behind her and holding her head in his hands, using her throat like a fleshlight. Her cunt was being pounded by another man, her legs thrown over his shoulders, her ankles crossed behind his neck. A third man was rubbing his cock between her tits, the head emerging from her cleavage to tap against her chin with each thrust. Cum still coated her face, but fresh cum was being addedâthe man in her mouth pulled out and came across her eyes, and she didn't even blink.
The circle had become a pile.
Bodies tangled together. Limbs intertwined. It was impossible to tell where one woman ended and another began. Sana's hand had somehow found Mina's cunt, her fingers sliding into the stretched, cum-filled hole. Mina's mouth was on Sana's throat, not kissing, just pressing there, feeling the vibrations of her screams. Jihyo and Chaeyoung had collapsed into each other, their bound bodies now crushed together, their cunts aligned so perfectly that a man had shoved his cock between both pussies at once, fucking the space where their lips met. Dahyun and Tzuyu were face-to-face, their blindfolds somehow knocked off, their eyes meeting through the chaos, and something passed between themâan understanding, a recognition, a shared knowledge of what they'd become.
Jeongyeon was in the center of it all, still on her hands and knees, still being passed from man to man. She'd lost count of how many loads had been dumped in her. Her cunt was so full of cum that it was leaking out around the cocks that were still fucking her, splattering the floor with each thrust. Her ass was in the same conditionâa reservoir of seed that overflowed with each new addition. Her mouth was a channel for cum, men pulling out of her throat and finishing on her tongue, her cheeks, her forehead.
"Fill them," Jamal commanded. His voice was hoarse now. "Every one of them. Fill every hole. I want them leaking for weeks."
The men obeyed.
Some of them had cum three times already. Some four. Some were still working on their second, their stamina nearly superhuman. But all of them were still hard, still fucking, still chasing that next release. The suite had become a breeding groundânothing but the wet, rhythmic sounds of reproduction, the slap of flesh on flesh, the desperate moans and screams of women who had completely surrendered to their primal purpose.
Sana felt a cock swell in her cuntâfelt the pulse, the throb, the sudden heatâand she screamed, "Yes! Yes! Fill my cunt! Breed me! BREED ME!"
The man came with a roar, pumping his load directly against her cervix. She felt it flood her, felt the warmth spreading through her pelvis, and her cunt clamped down, milking him, drawing every drop. When he pulled out, cum gushed from her hole, but before it could drip onto the floor, another man was inside her, pushing the seed deeper, adding his own.
Mina was filled simultaneouslyâone load in her cunt, one in her ass, both men pulling out at the same time so that twin streams of white poured from her holes. Her flabby lips, swollen and dark, couldn't contain the flood. Cum spilled down her thighs, pooled on the floor, dripped from her clit in thick, slow droplets.
Jihyo and Chaeyoung received their loads together. The man fucking both their pussies at once came with a guttural cry, his seed spraying between their pressed-together cunts, coating both sets of lips, both clits, both inner walls. They moaned in unison, their bodies shuddering, their mouths open in identical expressions of bliss.
Dahyun took a load in her ass that was so deep it made her stomach bulge. The manâone of the twinsâburied himself to the hilt and came with a scream, his cock pulsing and throbbing and pumping more cum than should have been possible. When he pulled out, Dahyun's asshole didn't just leakâit spurted, a fountain of white that arced through the air and splattered the floor three feet away.
Tzuyu was on the receiving end of a trainâfour men, all cumming in her cunt one after another, each one adding to the reservoir of seed building in her womb. Her tiny belly distended slightly with the volume, and when the last man pulled out, cum didn't just leakâit flowed, a thick white river that dripped onto the floor and formed a puddle the size of a dinner plate.
Jeongyeon took her final loads in silence. Not because she wasn't screamingâher throat was just too raw, too used, too wrecked to produce sound. Her mouth opened and closed, her body bucked and convulsed, but nothing came out except a hoarse, barely-audible whisper. The men came in her cunt and her ass and her mouth, and she just took it, her eyes rolling back, her body trembling, her mind somewhere far away.
Momo was the last to be filled.
Jamal himself moved behind herâhis cock, still hard, still slick, still readyâand shoved into her cunt. Momo was limp, boneless, completely unresisting. Her pussy swallowed him easily, the walls loose and accommodating, and Jamal fucked her with long, slow strokes that bottomed out against her cervix.
"One last load," he grunted. "You feel that? One more for the road."
Momo's response was a soft, breathy giggle. The same giggle she'd had earlier. The sound of a mind that had been so thoroughly broken it couldn't even remember what it was like to be whole.
Jamal came with a roar that echoed through the suite. His seed flooded Momo's cunt, joining the reservoir of cum already inside her, and when he pulled out, the flood that followed was so voluminous it splattered his legs, the floor, the woman beside her.
He stepped back and surveyed the scene.
Nine women, sprawled across the floor in various states of ruin. Their holes were gaping and leaking. Their faces were painted with cum. Their bodies were marked with handprints and bite marks and bruises. Their minds were goneâshattered into a million pieces, then reassembled into something simpler, something purer, something that existed only to receive.
The suite smelled like a breeding factory. Sweat and cum and squirt and the sweet, skunky ghost of burned weed. The windows were fogged with condensation. The floor was slick with fluids. The air was thick enough to taste.
Jamal looked at the pile of womenâat Sana, still reaching weakly for another cock. At Mina, her eyes glassy and unfocused, a dopey smile on her cum-smeared face. At Nayeon, completely obscured by the mask of seed covering her features, her tongue still lolling out. At Jihyo and Chaeyoung, tangled together, their cunts still pressed flush. At Dahyun and Tzuyu, face-to-face, their breaths mingling. At Jeongyeon, hoarse and broken and still somehow smiling. At Momo, giggling softly to herself, her mind long gone.
"Good," he said. "Now get some water. Hydrate. Because round threeâŠ"
He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to.
The women's eyes lit up.
Every one of them. Every pair of glassy, fucked-out, cum-smeared eyes. They lit up.
And somewhere in the pile, Sana's hoarse, broken voice whispered, "Yes. Please. More."
The air in Suite 5701 had become a living thingâthick and wet and breathing, heavy with the copper-salt tang of cum and the sharper musk of sweat and the ghost of weed smoke still curling near the ceiling. Nine women lay tangled in a heap on the slick hardwood floor, their bodies so intertwined it was impossible to tell where one ended and another began. Cum leaked from every hole. It pooled beneath them in a shallow lake, smeared across thighs and bellies and faces, dripped from clits and assholes and chins in slow, viscous threads.
Jamal stood at the edge of the pile, his chest still heaving, his cock finally softening against his thigh. The other men had collapsed onto the furnitureâthe bed, the chairs, the chaiseâtheir bodies glistening, their cocks spent but still twitching. They watched. They always watched.
"Crawl," Jamal said.
The word cut through the humid silence like a blade. Nine pairs of glassy, fucked-out eyes turned toward him. Nine bodies stirred, limbs untangling, muscles screaming in protest.
"On your hands and knees," Jamal continued, his voice low and steady. "Circle formation again. But this timeâŠ" He paused, his grin spreading slow and dark. "This time, you're gonna clean each other up."
A ripple of confusion passed through the pile. Sana's cum-crusted brow furrowed. Mina's swollen lips parted around a question she was too exhausted to voice. Nayeon, still blind beneath her mask of seed, tilted her head like a dog hearing a strange sound.
"Every hole," Jamal said. "Every drop. I want every cunt and every asshole licked clean. You made this mess. You're gonna eat it."
The confusion dissolved. In its place bloomed something elseâsomething hungry and desperate and utterly shameless. The women's eyes, already glassy, went somehow glassier. Their mouths, already hanging open, went somehow slacker. Their tonguesâthose same tongues that had been wrapped around cocks all nightâslid out and wet their lips.
Momo was the first to move.
Her body, still boneless and trembling, somehow found the strength to push herself onto her hands and knees. Cum dripped from her cunt in a thick white rivulet, splattering the floor beneath her. Her asshole, still gaping and ruined, leaked a matching stream down her inner thigh. She crawled forward, her knees sliding through the puddle of fluids that had accumulated on the floor, and she placed herself directly in front of Sana.
"Me first," she slurred, her voice barely audible, wrecked from screaming. "Clean me first."
Sana didn't hesitate. Her hand shot out and grabbed Momo's hip, her fingers digging into the bruised flesh. Her faceâstill painted with layer after layer of cum, the original coating completely obscured by fresh depositsâpressed forward. Her tongue extended. And with one long, slow, deliberate stroke, she licked from Momo's clit to her asshole.
The taste hit her immediately. Salt and musk and something bitter-sweet, a mixture of her own cum and the seed of at least seven different men. Sana's eyes rolled back. A guttural moan vibrated in her throat. Her tongueâthat same tongue that had worshipped Terrell's cock, that had lapped at Tyrell's shaft, that had licked Nayeon's clit hours agoâpressed deeper into Momo's cunt, scooping out a thick glob of cum and swallowing it with an audible gulp.
"Fuuuck," Sana breathed, pulling back just long enough to speak. Her chin was dripping. Her lips were glazed. "You taste like⊠like all of them. Like all their cum mixed together."
"More," Momo whimpered. Her hips pushed backward, her cunt pressing against Sana's mouth. "Lick it all. Don't miss a drop."
Sana dove back in. Her tongue worked Momo's cunt with the same desperate enthusiasm she'd used on the cocks earlierâflattening against the swollen lips, probing the stretched entrance, curling to scoop out every last trace of seed. The sounds were wet and obsceneâslrk-slrk-slrkâdrool and cum mixing on her chin and dripping onto the floor.
Beside them, the chain reaction had begun.
Mina crawled behind Sana. Her flabby labiaâthose soft, loose lips that hung down between her thighsâdragged across the floor as she moved, leaving a snail-trail of cum. She positioned herself between Sana's spread legs, her face inches from Sana's ruined cunt. Cum was still oozing from the hole in slow pulses, and Mina watched it drip for a moment, mesmerized, before leaning in and sealing her mouth over the entire swollen mess.
"Mmhmm," Mina hummed, the vibration traveling into Sana's cunt. Her tongue probed deep, lapping at the inner walls, scooping out Biggs's cum and Terrell's cum and the seed of every man who'd filled Sana's cunt tonight. She swallowed greedily, her throat working, her eyes fluttering closed. The taste was overwhelmingâa concentrated essence of everything that had happened in this roomâand Mina's cunt, still empty and aching, clenched around nothing in response.
Sana felt Mina's tongue inside her and moaned into Momo's cunt. The vibration made Momo's hips buck, which pushed her asshole against Sana's nose, and Sanaâstill licking, still swallowingâshifted her attention upward. Her tongue slid from Momo's pussy to her asshole, tracing the stretched, ruined ring of muscle, probing the gaping entrance where Jamal's cum was still leaking out.
"Oh god," Momo choked. Her hands, planted on the floor, clawed at the wood. "Oh god, your tongueâyour tongue is in my assâ"
Sana didn't answer. She couldn't. Her mouth was too busy. Her tongue pushed deeper into Momo's asshole, lapping at the cum that had been deposited there, swallowing Jamal's seed and Biggs's seed and every other load that had been pumped into Momo's bowels. The taste was sharper hereâmore bitter, more intimateâand Sana found herself moaning as she ate, her hips grinding backward against Mina's face.
Nayeon had been guided into position by touch alone. Still blind beneath her mask of cum, she'd crawled forward until her face pressed against something warm and wet and fleshy. Mina's cunt. Her flabby lips, still leaking a mixture of Marcus's cum and the loads that had followed, were pressed directly against Nayeon's cum-crusted mouth. Nayeon's tongue emergedâa pink muscle pushing through the white maskâand licked.
"Yesss," Mina hissed, her voice muffled by Sana's cunt. "Yes, Nayeon, eat my pussy. Clean it. Clean all of it."
Nayeon's response was to push deeper. Her tongue parted Mina's lipsâthose loose, flabby folds that hung down like a fleshy invitationâand scooped out a mouthful of cum. She swallowed, and even through the mask, her expression was visible: pure, radiant bliss. The same expression she'd worn during her bukkake. The same expression she'd worn while crawling from man to man, licking cocks clean. This was what she was. This was all she was.
The circle was forming.
Jihyo crawled behind Nayeon, positioning herself between Nayeon's spread thighs. Nayeon's cuntâstill dripping from the train of cocks that had used her, still leaking the seed that had been pumped into her wombâwas a disaster. The lips were so swollen they looked like a separate entity. The inner folds were dark pink and engorged, protruding from the slit like a fleshy flower. Cum oozed from the hole in thick, slow pulses, and Jihyo leaned in and caught the next drip on her tongue before it could fall.
"F-fuck," Nayeon stammered, her voice muffled by Mina's cunt. "Your tongueâ"
Jihyo didn't let her finish. Her mouth sealed over Nayeon's entire pussy, and she suckedâa deep, vacuum-like pull that drew cum out of Nayeon's hole and into her mouth. The volume was staggering. Nayeon had been filled by at least five men after her bukkake, and all of their seed had been pooling in her womb, waiting. Jihyo swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, her throat working continuously, her eyes watering from the effort.
Chaeyoung crawled behind Jihyo. Her small body, still marked with bite marks and handprints, slid into position between Jihyo's spread legs. Jihyo's neat pussyâthose lips that were usually so tidy, so containedâwas now a swollen, gaping mess. Cum leaked from the hole in a steady stream, and Chaeyoung didn't hesitate. Her small tongueâthe same tongue that had licked Dahyun's thighs clean earlierâdarted out and plunged inside.
"Mmmph!" Jihyo's cry was muffled by Nayeon's cunt. Her hips bucked backward, pushing her pussy harder against Chaeyoung's face. Chaeyoung's tongue was everywhereâlapping at the inner walls, curling to reach deeper, flicking against the swollen ridges. The taste was familiar now. Salt and musk and the bitter undertone of male seed. Chaeyoung found herself grinding her own cunt against the floor as she ate, her clit dragging across the slick hardwood.
Dahyun crawled behind Chaeyoung. Her white button-up shirt was long gone. Her single surviving stocking had been torn off. Her body was completely bare except for the layers of cum painted across her skin, and as she positioned herself behind Chaeyoung, she realized Chaeyoung's cunt wasn't just leakingâit was still being fucked. The man named Reggie had pulled out, but his cum was still inside her, still dripping, and Dahyun's mouth watered at the sight.
"Hold still," Dahyun whispered, and Chaeyoung's body obeyed automatically. Dahyun's tongue pressed against Chaeyoung's asshole firstâthat tiny, stretched ring that had taken Tyrell's cock and Dre's cock and the cocks of men Dahyun hadn't even seen. The muscle was puffy and swollen, and when Dahyun's tongue probed it, a fresh glob of cum pushed out and landed on her taste buds.
"God," Dahyun breathed. "You're so full. So full of cum. I can taste all of them."
She swallowed, then moved lower. Her tongue dragged from Chaeyoung's asshole to her cunt, collecting the mixture of her own slick and the men's seed, and Chaeyoung's whole body shuddered. Her mouth, still buried in Jihyo's pussy, opened around a muffled scream.
Tzuyu crawled behind Dahyun. Her tiny bodyâstill marked with handprints, her pale skin still glowing with sweatâpositioned itself between Dahyun's spread thighs. Dahyun's cunt was a wreck. The lips were so engorged they looked purple, the inner flesh protruding and glistening. Her asshole, still gaping slightly from the double penetration earlier, leaked a thin trail of cum down her perineum. Tzuyu's tongueâthat small, precise tongueâdarted out and caught the drip before it could fall.
"Hnnngh," Dahyun groaned into Chaeyoung's cunt. Her hips pressed backward, grinding against Tzuyu's face. Tzuyu's tongue worked methodicallyâcleaning the outer lips first, then the inner folds, then plunging deep into the hole to scoop out the seed that had been deposited there. The taste was overwhelming. Tzuyu's eyes fluttered closed, and her own cuntâthat small tucked slit that had been stretched so wide tonightâclenched around nothing.
Jeongyeon crawled behind Tzuyu. Her throat was still raw, still wrecked, still too hoarse to produce sound. But her tongue worked fine. She lowered her face between Tzuyu's spread thighs and licked a long, slow stripe from clit to asshole, collecting everythingâcum and slick and sweatâin one continuous motion. Tzuyu's response was a high-pitched whine, her whole body trembling, her tongue faltering in Dahyun's cunt for just a moment before resuming its rhythm.
And finally, completing the circle, Momo crawled behind Jeongyeon.
The chain was closed.
Nine women on their hands and knees, arranged in a perfect circle. Nine faces buried between nine sets of thighs. Nine tongues working nine cunts and nine assholes, lapping and sucking and swallowing, cleaning every drop of seed from every stretched and ruined hole. The sounds were a symphony of obscenityâwet slurping, muffled moans, the constant drip of saliva and cum hitting the floor. The circle rotated slowly, bodies shifting, positions adjusting, but the rhythm never broke.
Sana's tongue was buried in Momo's asshole, lapping at the cum that Jamal had deposited there. Momo's face was pressed against Jeongyeon's cunt, her tongue scooping out the seed that had been pumped into her. Jeongyeon's mouth was sealed over Tzuyu's pussy, sucking with desperate intensity. Tzuyu was cleaning Dahyun's cunt, her small tongue working with surgical precision. Dahyun was eating Chaeyoung's asshole, her nose pressed against the small of Chaeyoung's back. Chaeyoung's tongue was buried in Jihyo's cunt, lapping at the inner walls. Jihyo was devouring Nayeon's pussy, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of cum. Nayeonâstill blind, still maskedâwas cleaning Mina's flabby lips, her tongue probing every fold and crease. And Mina, her face buried between Sana's thighs, was lapping at the cum that still oozed from Sana's ruined cunt.
The men watched.
Jamal had settled into the chair near the window, his legs spread, his softening cock resting against his thigh. His eyes tracked the circle with the detached appreciation of a connoisseur. Terrell leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Marcus was on the bed, propped up on his elbows, his gaze fixed on Mina's assâstill in the air, still leakingâas she ate Sana's cunt. Biggs had retrieved a fresh blunt from somewhere and was smoking lazily, the sweet-skunky scent adding a new layer to the room's olfactory chaos. DeShawn, Dre, Malik, Tyrellâall of them watched, their eyes moving from woman to woman, their cocks twitching with the promise of what was still to come.
"Look at that," Marcus said, his voice low and rough. "Look at them cleaning each other up. Like a litter of kittens."
"Kittens don't eat cum," DeShawn said.
"These ones do."
The men laughedâa low, rumbling sound that vibrated through the room. The women heard it, and instead of shame, they felt something else. Pride. They were being watched. They were being appreciated. Every lick, every swallow, every desperate moan was a performance, and the audience was pleased.
Sana pulled her face out of Momo's asshole just long enough to speak. Her chin was dripping. Her lips were glazed with a mixture of cum and saliva. "Switch," she gasped. "I wantâI want to taste someone else."
The circle understood.
Like a mechanism designed for this exact purpose, the women shifted. Sana crawled to her right, positioning herself behind Mina. Mina moved to Nayeon. Nayeon, still blind, was guided by touch to Jihyo. The rotation continuedâeach woman moving one position clockwise, so that every tongue encountered a new hole, a new taste, a new mixture of seed.
Sana's tongue found Mina's assholeâthat stretched, ruined ring that Marcus had fucked earlier, that had been filled by multiple loads. She lapped at it greedily, her tongue pushing past the sphincter, scooping out the cum that had been deposited there. Mina moaned into Nayeon's cunt, the vibration making Nayeon's hips buck.
"You like that?" Sana murmured against Mina's asshole. "You like my tongue in your dirty hole?"
"Yesss," Mina hissed. "Yes, Sana, yesâ"
"Tell me. Tell me how it feels."
"Filthy. It feels filthy. Your tongueâyour tongue is so deepâ"
Sana's response was to push deeper. Her tongue curled inside Mina's asshole, lapping at the walls, collecting every drop of cum she could find. She swallowed, and the taste was different hereâsharper, more bitter, more intensely intimate. Mina's asshole clenched around her tongue, and Sana felt the muscle spasm, felt a fresh drip of cum push out and land on her taste buds.
"Good girl," Sana breathed. "Good little cumdump. Push it out. Push all of it out so I can eat it."
Mina bore down, and a thick glob of cum pushed past her sphincter and onto Sana's waiting tongue. Sana swallowed it with a moan, her own cuntâstill empty, still achingâclenching in response.
Elsewhere in the circle, similar scenes were playing out.
Mina had found Nayeon's assholeâa tight, rarely-used hole that had taken at least three cocks tonight. She lapped at it with desperate enthusiasm, her tongue tracing the stretched rim, probing the entrance, scooping out the seed that had been pumped into Nayeon's bowels. Nayeon, still blind beneath her mask, was making sounds that weren't quite wordsâjust raw, animal noises of pleasure that vibrated against Jihyo's cunt.
Jihyo was eating Nayeon's pussy from the front while Mina ate her ass from behind, and the dual sensation was making Nayeon's whole body tremble. Her cunt leaked continuouslyâa mixture of her own slick and the cum Jihyo's tongue was scooping outâand her asshole pushed more seed onto Mina's tongue with each involuntary clench.
"More," Jihyo growled against Nayeon's cunt. "Give me more. I want all of it. Every drop."
Nayeon's hips bucked, and a fresh gush of cum spilled onto Jihyo's tongue. Jihyo swallowed greedily, her throat working, her eyes rolling back.
Chaeyoung had moved to Dahyun's position and was now cleaning Dahyun's cunt with the same desperate intensity she'd used on Jihyo's. Dahyun's pussy was a wreckâthe lips so engorged they looked painful, the inner flesh dark pink and protruding, her clit a swollen nub that twitched every time Chaeyoung's tongue brushed against it. Cum oozed from the hole, and Chaeyoung lapped it up like a woman dying of thirst.
"Your tongue," Dahyun gasped. "Chaeyoung, your tongueâfuckâ"
Chaeyoung's response was to push deeper. Her tongue curled inside Dahyun's cunt, scooping out a mouthful of cum, and she pulled back just long enough to swallow before diving back in. Her hands gripped Dahyun's ass, her fingers digging into the bruised flesh, spreading the cheeks wide so she could access every drop.
Dahyun, meanwhile, had her face buried between Tzuyu's thighs. Tzuyu's small tucked labia were now so engorged they looked like a different pussy entirelyâpuffy and dark and glistening with a mixture of cum and Tzuyu's own slick. Dahyun's tongue worked methodicallyâcleaning the outer lips first, then the inner folds, then plunging deep into the hole to scoop out the seed that had been deposited there.
"You taste different," Dahyun murmured against Tzuyu's cunt. "Sweeter. Is that you, or is that the cum?"
"I don'tâI don't knowâ" Tzuyu's voice was high and breathy, her whole body trembling. Her own tongue was buried in Jeongyeon's asshole, and the vibration of her words made Jeongyeon's sphincter spasm.
"Both," Jeongyeon rasped, her wrecked voice barely audible. "It's both. Now stop talking and keep licking."
Tzuyu obeyed. Her tongue pushed deeper into Jeongyeon's asshole, lapping at the cum that had been pumped there. Jeongyeon's ass was a disasterâthe hole so stretched it couldn't close, the inner walls visible and pink and twitchingâbut Tzuyu's small tongue worked with surgical precision, cleaning every fold, every crease, every hidden pocket of seed.
Jeongyeon's face was buried between Momo's thighs. Momo's cuntâthat same cunt that had been fucked by at least ten cocks tonight, that had been filled with more cum than should have been possibleâwas still leaking. The flood had slowed to a steady drip, and Jeongyeon caught each drop on her tongue before it could fall. She swallowed continuously, her raw throat working with effort, her eyes streaming tears that cut tracks through the cum on her cheeks.
Momo, completing the circle, was cleaning Sana's asshole. Her tongueâthat same tongue that had been throat-fucked, that had gagged and slurped and worshippedâlapped at Sana's stretched rim with reverent devotion. Sana's asshole had taken Biggs's monster cock and multiple others, and it was still gaping slightly, still leaking, still spasming with aftershocks. Momo's tongue probed the entrance, scooping out cum, and Sana's response was a broken, desperate moan.
"Right there," Sana gasped. "Right there, Momo, don't stopâ"
Momo didn't stop. She couldn't. Her body was moving on autopilot now, her mind still floating somewhere in that warm, blissful void where Jamal's final creampie had sent her. She ate Sana's ass with the same dreamy, detached enthusiasm she'd done everything else tonightâthorough and worshipful and utterly devoted.
The circle rotated again.
And again.
And again.
Each time, every woman encountered a new hole, a new taste, a new mixture of seed. They learned the flavor of each other's cumânot just the men's, but their own, the unique musk and salt of each woman's arousal mixed with the universal bitterness of male seed. Mina's flabby lips tasted different from Jihyo's neat pussy. Chaeyoung's small cunt had a different texture from Sana's swollen, ruined hole. Jeongyeon's asshole tasted sharper than Tzuyu's. Momo's cunt was sweeter than Nayeon's. The nuances were subtle but distinct, and the women catalogued them with the obsessive attention of connoisseurs.
The men continued to watch. Their cocks, which had been soft and spent, were beginning to stir again. The sight of nine women eating each other's cum-filled holes was having an effectâslow twitches becoming full erections, hands reaching down to stroke, breath quickening.
"Look at the mess they're making," Terrell said, nodding toward the floor. "There's more cum on the floor now than when they started."
"All that cum had to go somewhere," Marcus said. "Better in their bellies than on the floor."
"Better in their bellies than anywhere," Jamal corrected. "That's where it belongs."
The women heard the conversation through the fog of their arousal. The words registered somewhere in the back of their mindsâbetter in their belliesâand the approval in Jamal's voice made them work harder, lick deeper, swallow more eagerly.
Sana had reached a state of transcendent bliss. Her face was buried between Mina's thighs, her tongue buried in Mina's cunt, and she was drinking from her like a fountain. Every time Mina's pussy clenched, a fresh glob of cum pushed out, and Sana caught it on her tongue and swallowed. The taste had become familiar nowâalmost comforting. She could distinguish the individual contributions: Marcus's seed, thick and slightly bitter; DeShawn's, saltier; the unnamed men's, varying in texture and flavor. It was like a wine tasting, but depraved, and Sana found herself moaning with each new discovery.
Mina, meanwhile, had two fingers buried in Nayeon's cunt while her tongue worked Nayeon's asshole. She'd discovered that if she pressed upward with her fingers, more cum would push out of Nayeon's pussy for Jihyo to eat, and if she pressed downward, more would leak from her asshole for Mina to swallow. She'd found a rhythmâpress, release, press, releaseâand the two holes were responding like well-trained mechanisms, dispensing cum on command.
Jihyo was in heaven. Her mouth was sealed over Nayeon's cunt, and she was drinking continuouslyâlong, slow pulls that drew the seed out in thick, viscous streams. Nayeon's pussy was a bottomless well of cum, and Jihyo's belly was starting to distend from the volume she'd swallowed. But she didn't stop. Couldn't stop. The taste was addictiveâthe mixture of male virility and female submission, the essence of everything they'd become.
Chaeyoung had pulled back from Dahyun's cunt just long enough to catch her breath. Her face was drippingâcum and saliva and Dahyun's slickâand her eyes were wild and glassy. "I wantâ" she started, then stopped, her voice cracking.
"What?" Dahyun gasped. "What do you want?"
"I want to taste all of you. At once. I wantâ" Chaeyoung's tongue darted out and licked her lips. "I want to lick everyone's cunt. Everyone's ass. I want to taste every hole in this circle."
"Then do it," Jamal said from his chair. His voice cut through the chaos, and the circle paused. "Crawl. Taste every single one of them. Don't stop until you've licked every hole in the room."
Chaeyoung's eyes lit up. She pulled away from Dahyun and began crawlingâher small body moving from woman to woman, her tongue darting out to sample each cunt, each asshole, each dripping slit. She licked Sana's pussy firstâa quick, darting tasteâthen moved to Mina's, then Nayeon's, then Jihyo's. She circled the entire formation, her tongue never resting, her mouth never empty. By the time she completed the circuit, her chin was dripping, her belly was full, and her expression was one of pure, radiant fulfillment.
"Good girl," Jamal said. "Now. Someone else. Keep going. I want every woman to taste every other woman."
The command unleashed something.
The circle dissolved into controlled chaosâwomen crawling between other women's legs, tongues darting and probing, mouths sealing over holes. Sana licked Mina's cunt, then Nayeon's ass, then Jihyo's pussy, then Chaeyoung's clit. Mina sampled everyone's cunt in sequence, comparing flavors, making soft sounds of appreciation with each new taste. Nayeon, still blind, was guided from hole to hole by gentle hands on her head, and she ate with the same desperate, worshipful enthusiasm she'd shown all night.
The floor beneath them was soaked. The mixture of cum and saliva and squirt had formed a shallow lake, and their knees slid through it as they moved. The sounds were wetter nowâsquelching and sloshing and slurpingâand the air was so thick with the smell of sex that it coated the back of the throat.
Jeongyeon had somehow ended up on her back, her legs spread wide, and three women were between her thighs at onceâTzuyu licking her cunt, Dahyun eating her ass, and Momo lapping at the cum that was still leaking from both holes. Jeongyeon's wrecked voice was producing sounds that weren't quite screamsâmore like hoarse, desperate whispers that faded in and out as her raw throat gave up and then found strength again.
"Moreâmoreâdon't stopâeat it allâ"
Tzuyu's tongue plunged deep into Jeongyeon's cunt, scooping out a mouthful of cum. She didn't swallow it. Instead, she pulled back and crawled upward, her face hovering over Jeongyeon's, and she let the cum drip from her mouth into Jeongyeon's open, waiting lips.
Jeongyeon swallowed. Her eyes rolled back. A shudder ran through her entire body.
"Again," she rasped. "Again."
Tzuyu went back for more. This time, Momo crawled up beside her, her own mouth full of cum from Jeongyeon's asshole. The two women hovered over Jeongyeon's face, their lips parting, and twin streams of cum poured from their mouths into Jeongyeon's. The mixtureâpussy cum and ass cum, Tzuyu's saliva and Momo's salivaâfilled Jeongyeon's mouth and spilled over, running down her cheeks and pooling in her ears.
"Fuck," Marcus breathed from the bed. He was fully hard again, his cock standing straight up, his hand wrapped around the base. "That's the hottest thing I've ever seen."
"It gets better," Jamal said. "Watch."
Nayeon had been guided to the center of the chaos. Her cum mask was still intact, but chunks had been licked away, revealing patches of skin beneath. She was on her back now, her legs spread, and the remaining women were arranged around her in a semicircle. One by one, they crawled over herâeach woman pressing her cunt against Nayeon's mouth, letting Nayeon lick and suck and swallow, before moving on to let the next woman take her place.
Nayeon's tongue never rested. It moved from Mina's flabby lips to Sana's swollen hole to Jihyo's neat pussy to Chaeyoung's tiny cunt to Dahyun's wrecked slit to Tzuyu's tucked folds to Momo's ruined hole to Jeongyeon's gaping entrance. She tasted every one of themâevery unique flavor, every mixture of cum and slick, every intimate essenceâand she swallowed everything they gave her.
By the time the last woman pulled away, Nayeon's belly was visibly distended. Her stomach bulged with the volume of cum she'd swallowed, and when she opened her mouth to speak, nothing came out except a soft, satisfied burp.
The women laughedâa tired, broken, delirious sound that echoed through the suite.
"Good girl," Sana said, patting Nayeon's cum-crusted cheek. "You drank all of us. Every drop."
Nayeon's response was a dopey, blissed-out smile. The same smile she'd worn during her bukkake. The same smile she'd worn while crawling from man to man. The same smile that said her mind was goneâshattered into a million pieces, then reassembled into something simpler, something purer.
Jamal rose from his chair. His cock was fully hard again, standing straight out, the tip glistening with pre-cum. The other men had followed suitâTerrell, Marcus, Biggs, DeShawn, all of them hard and ready, their eyes fixed on the pile of women.
"Now," Jamal said, "you've cleaned each other up. Every hole is licked clean. Every drop of cum is in your bellies where it belongs." He paused, his grin spreading. "But we're not done. You're gonna get dirty again. All of you. And this timeâŠ"
He didn't finish the sentence.
He didn't need to.
Sana was already crawling toward him, her tongue out, her eyes fixed on his cock. Mina was reaching for Marcus. Nayeon's tongue was lolling out, waiting for whatever was about to be placed on it. Jihyo and Chaeyoung had intertwined again, their cunts pressed together, both holes already leaking fresh slick. Dahyun and Tzuyu were face-to-face, their mouths open, their breaths mingling. Momo was giggling that soft, broken giggle, her body already positioning itself for whatever came next. Jeongyeonâhoarse and wrecked and still somehow desperateâwas reaching weakly for the nearest cock.
The women had cleaned each other.
Now it was time to get filthy again.
Sana's tongue was still extended, still reaching, still desperate for whatever Jamal had promised, when Terrell's voice cut through the humid air like a blade.
"Faces up," he commanded. "All of you. On your backs. Mouths open. Tongues out."
The nine women obeyed without hesitation. Their bodiesâstill slick with sweat and each other's saliva, still leaking residual cum from holes that couldn't fully closeârolled onto their backs across the wet floor. Nine faces tilted upward. Nine mouths stretched wide. Nine tongues extended, pink and glistening, waiting.
Marcus was the first to step forward. His cock, dark and thick and already beading pre-cum at the tip, pointed down at Mina's upturned face. Mina's flabby lips curled into a dopey smile. Her tongue wiggled in anticipation.
"Count," Marcus said.
The first rope hit her left eye. Thick and hot, splattering across her lid and dripping down toward her temple. "One," Mina breathed.
The second landed across her nose and mouth, painting her upper lip. "Two."
The thirdâa direct hitâfilled her open mouth, coating her tongue in white. "Th-three."
Around her, the other men had taken positions. DeShawn stood over Sana, his cock slick with the pre-cum that had been leaking since he'd watched them clean each other. Terrell aimed at Nayeon's already-crusted face. Biggs positioned himself above Dahyun and Tzuyu, stroking his massive shaft with both hands. Malik stood over Jihyo and Chaeyoung, still pressed together even on their backs, their tongues touching. Dre and Tyrell flanked Jeongyeon. The younger menâthe twins, Dante, Lamar, Darnellâspread out, covering the remaining women, while Jamal himself took position directly above Momo's giggling, broken face.
"Together," Jamal said. "On my count. Three, two, oneâ"
The room erupted.
Not in chaosâin synchronization. Twelve men stroking in unison, twelve cocks pulsing, twelve streams of cum arcing through the air and splattering across nine waiting faces. The sounds were wet and rhythmicâsplat-splat-splat-splatâlayer after layer of white painting cheeks and foreheads and lips and tongues.
Sana caught the first load across her eyes. Both eyes, blinded instantly, the hot thickness sealing her lids shut. She didn't flinch. Her tongue stayed out, and the next rope landed squarely on it, and she swallowed with an audible gulp, her throat working, her lips curling into a smile beneath the mask.
"More," she slurred, cum dripping from her chin. "More on my face. Cover me. Bury me."
DeShawn obliged. His hand flew over his shaft, and another thick rope hit Sana's forehead, dripping down into her hair, matting the strands together. Then another across her cheeks. Then another directly into her open mouth.
Mina was drowning beneath Marcus's load. Her flabby lipsâstill swollen, still protrudingâwere now completely sealed beneath a layer of white so thick it looked like plaster. Only her tongue was visible, pushing through the mask, catching every drop Marcus fed her. His cum tasted different from the men she'd eaten out of Sana's cuntâsaltier, thicker, more concentrated. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, her belly already full from the previous rounds, now expanding further.
Nayeon's maskâthat original coating of cum that had been partially licked awayâwas being rebuilt. Terrell's seed added fresh layers, filling in the gaps, restoring the plaster-cast perfection of her cum-covered face. Nayeon's tongue, which had tasted every woman's cunt and every man's cock, now had nothing to do but wait and receive. And receive she didâmouthful after mouthful, her throat working continuously, her expression beneath the mask one of pure, transcendent bliss.
"Look at her," Terrell muttered, still stroking. "Look at this cum-drunk little whore. She'd stay here forever if we let her."
"Maybe we will," Jamal said.
Dahyun and Tzuyu were being painted simultaneously by Biggs's massive output. His cockâthat monster that had stretched Sana's asshole beyond reasonâproduced cum in volumes that seemed impossible. A single rope from Biggs was equivalent to three from any other man, and he was aiming deliberately, painting both women's faces with the same stroke. Dahyun's features disappeared firstâher eyes, her nose, her mouth, all buried beneath the flood. Tzuyu's small, delicate face vanished next, her tiny tongue the only visible feature, still extended, still waiting.
"Lick each other," Biggs commanded, his voice a low rumble. "Clean each other's faces. Eat the cum off each other."
The two women turned their heads simultaneously. Their cum-covered faces pressed togetherâcheek to cheek, mouth to mouthâand their tongues emerged, lapping at each other's masks. Dahyun licked cum from Tzuyu's sealed eyelids. Tzuyu scooped a thick glob from Dahyun's chin and swallowed it. Their tongues met in the middle, sharing the mixture, pushing it back and forth between their mouths like a depraved kiss.
Jihyo and Chaeyoung, still intertwined, had become a single canvas for Malik's cum. He aimed between them, painting both faces with each stroke, creating a bridge of white that connected their features. Jihyo's neat lipsâthose tidy, contained labia that had been stretched and ruinedâwere mirrored now by the messy, cum-smeared lips of her face. Chaeyoung's small tongue darted out continuously, catching drops before they could fall, swallowing with desperate, hungry sounds.
"Eat it," Malik said. "Eat it all. Every drop."
They did. Their tongues met in the cum-bridge between their faces, lapping and swallowing, sharing the load. Their bodies, still pressed together, still leaking fresh slick from cunts that couldn't stop dripping, writhed against each other with each swallow.
Jeongyeon was being covered by Dre and Tyrell simultaneouslyâtwo cocks, two angles, two streams of cum arcing across her face from different directions. Her wrecked voice, still too hoarse to scream, produced soft, breathy whimpers as each rope landed. Her tongueâthat same tongue that had lapped cum from Momo's assholeâwas now catching cum directly from the source, and she swallowed with the same worshipful devotion she'd shown all night.
Momo's giggling never stopped. Even as Jamal's cum painted her faceârope after rope, thick and hot and endlessâshe kept giggling, that broken, mindless sound that vibrated through the room. Her tongue lolled out, completely passive, just a warm surface for Jamal to aim at. Her eyes, visible through the mask, were completely vacant. She was gone. Whatever had been Momoâthe idol, the woman, the personâhad been replaced by this: a giggling, cum-covered vessel that existed only to receive.
By the time the last man finished, the nine women were unrecognizable.
Their faces were buried beneath layers of cum so thick it looked like sculpted masks. Hair was matted and plastered to scalps. Makeupâwhatever had survived the nightâwas dissolved and streaked, mascara running in black rivers through the white. Lipstick was smeared across cheeks and chins, the careful pouts replaced by gaping, cum-filled mouths and lolling, dripping tongues.
"Pictures," Jamal said.
The men pulled out their phones. The suite filled with the soft click-click-click of cameras capturing the scene from every angle. Nine women on their backs, faces obliterated by cum, tongues out, holes gaping, bodies marked and bruised and still somehow eager. The flashes reflected off the wet floor, the fogged windows, the slick skin.
"Hold your holes open," Terrell commanded. "Show the camera what you are."
Fingers reached down. Labia were spread. Assholes were stretched. Nine ruined cunts and nine gaping asses were presented to the lenses, cum still oozing from both, dripping onto the floor that was already slick with fluids. The women posed without shameâwithout even thinking about shame, because shame had been fucked out of them hours ago.
Click-click-click.
"Beautiful," Marcus said, reviewing his photos. "Fucking beautiful. Now." He tucked his phone away. "The real cleanup."
Jamal stepped back. "You heard him. Real cleanup. Every drop. Off the floor. Off each other. In your mouths. Now."
The women understood.
For a long moment, nothing happened. Then Sana rolled onto her side, her cum-crusted face pressing against the floor, and her tongue emergedâlapping at the puddle of cum and squirt and sweat that had pooled beneath them. She swallowed, and the taste was everythingâevery man, every woman, every fluid that had been spilled tonightâand she moaned as she drank.
Mina followed. Then Nayeon. Then Jihyo and Chaeyoung together, their tongues working the same section of floor. Dahyun and Tzuyu crawled to a different puddle. Jeongyeon dragged herself across the room on her belly, leaving a snail-trail of cum, licking as she went. Momo was guided by gentle hands, her face pressed to the floor, her tongue moving on autopilot.
They cleaned the suite with their mouths. Every drip. Every splash. Every smear. The floor was licked until the hardwood gleamed. Each other's bodies were lapped atâcum licked from thighs and bellies and breasts and backs. The men watched, stroking their softening cocks, taking more pictures, murmuring appreciation.
When the floor was clean, Jamal spoke again.
"Now the second drink."
The men spread out around the circle of women. Twelve pairs of legs. Twelve cocks, grasped in twelve hands. Twelve streams of urineâgolden and steamingâarced through the air and splashed across nine waiting faces.
The women's mouths opened wider. Their tongues extended further. The piss hit their cum-crusted faces and cut through the white, creating streaky, yellowed channels. It filled their open mouths. It ran down their chins and necks and pooled in the hollows of their collarbones.
Sana drank. Her throat worked continuously, swallowing mouthful after mouthful, the sharp, bitter taste mixing with the salt of the cum still coating her tongue. Her eyesâwhat could be seen of themâwere half-lidded and blissful.
Mina drank. The piss ran into her flabby-lipped mouth and down her throat, and she swallowed with the same desperate enthusiasm she'd shown for everything else tonight.
Nayeon drank. Her cum-mask was being washed away in streaks, revealing the wrecked, mascara-streaked, blissed-out face beneath. Her tongue caught every drop.
They all drank. Every one of them. The piss pooled in their mouths and they swallowed. It dripped into their hair, matting it further. It ran down their bodies, mixing with the residual cum and slick. They didn't flinch. Didn't turn away. Didn't stop.
When the streams finally ended, the nine women lay in a puddle of cum and piss and their own fluids, their faces streaked and messy, their hair plastered, their makeup ruined beyond repair, their lipstick smeared to their ears, their holes still gaping and leaking.
And every single one of them was smiling.
"Good girls," Jamal said. "Now. Who's coming back next week?"
Nine hands raised. Nine wrecked voices, in various states of hoarseness and slurring, answered in unison.
"Me."
"Me."
"Me."
"Me."
"Me."
"Me."
"Me."
"Me."
Sana's voice, hoarse and broken and dripping with piss and cum, spoke last. "We all are. Every week. Forever."
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Karina and Winter sat in their agencyâs meeting room as their manager shared exciting news. As Coca-Colaâs global brand ambassadors, they had received an exclusive invitation to watch the 2026 FIFA World Cup match between Czech Republic and South Korea from the VIP section.
Their manager explained the schedule for the day, including the red carpet appearance, media interviews, and promotional activities with Coca-Cola. Karina listened carefully while taking notes, and Winter expressed her excitement about experiencing the atmosphere of the World Cup for the first time as a brand representative.
âWe need to show a bright and energetic image that matches both Coca-Cola and the spirit of football,â their manager said. The two members discussed ideas for their outfits, greetings to fans, and possible content they could share on social media during the event.
Karina mentioned that she was looking forward to seeing the passion of the football supporters, especially with South Korea competing on such a huge stage. Winter agreed and said that she hoped the Korean team would deliver a memorable performance in front of fans from all around the world.
After finishing the meeting, the two idols thanked their manager and left the room with smiles on their faces. The invitation was not only a chance to enjoy a world-class football match, but also an important moment for them to represent Coca-Cola at one of the biggest sporting events in the world.
At their residence, Karina and Winter were busy packing their clothes, accessories, and necessities for their upcoming trip to the 2026 FIFA World Cup. They laughed together while discussing their outfits, completely unaware that a serious conversation was taking place elsewhere.
Meanwhile, their manager received a private phone call from a high-ranking official of the Korean football association. The official claimed that the upcoming match against the Czech Republic was already expected to end with South Koreaâs victory and mentioned that a special gesture would be expected afterward as a consolation for the Czech players.
The manager immediately felt uncomfortable with the request and questioned whether involving Karina and Winter in any unexpected arrangement was appropriate. He initially refused, explaining that his responsibility was to protect the artists and respect their professional boundaries.
However, the official continued to pressure him by offering a large amount of money and promising additional benefits for their agency. After a long moment of hesitation, the managerâs judgment began to waver, and he eventually accepted the secret agreement, deciding to keep the matter hidden from the two idols.
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