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(Co-edited by: @worldsover)

AFF

It was only for a night of drinks.

Before you know it, one misunderstanding leads to another, and you find yourself escaping the club with the skin of your teeth.

He started it anyway.

The waiter serves you the wrong drink and gives yours to some other patron, already three rounds in. By that point, the drunk man must have thrown any sense of morals and understanding out the window. Soon after, the waiter is thrown out the window too when a royal rumble quickly erupts with everyone looking to square up the first person they see. You were a viewer of a few fights yourself, but never a participant on a scale as big as that.

A couple of thugs make eye contact with you like Pokémon trainers, itching for a battle. You sigh under your breath. If only this is merely a game.. Dodge a few punches and counter with your own. Too bad you don’t go to the gym often. You barely got past your first drink when the fight broke out, so thinking is no problem for you. Using your stature, you cause those two rowdy men to run into each other as if it were a car crash before you rush out of the bar. In your haste, you forget the friend that dragged you to that place. If he’s getting his ass beaten, he probably deserves it.

Most places are closed at that time, and you don’t plan on going to another bar in fear of another possible round of fisticuffs. Home is a good distance away as well.Walk past a couple of streets and down a flight of stairs. You sit in exhaustion and worry about the rest of the night on the steps. You don’t notice the girl listening to you swear under your breath. Pause a moment. You figure out that she also was at the same bar you were in. Guess you’re not the only one frustrated too.

“It was only for a couple drinks,” you say. “Then that happened.”

“Really messed up your night, huh?” she replies, placing a hand on your knee. “I’ve had worse.”

She’s already a better listener than your friend who couldn’t stop rambling about the 500 dollars he lost betting for Philly in a game 7. Suddenly, a click from her phone and you find her taking a photo of you.

“Hey, you know you can’t share that.”

“You look really good. I liked the way you handled yourself back there.”

“Er, thanks, but you took a photo of me without my permission.”

“Tell you what. I bet you can’t handle me.”

“Are you trying to insinuate that I can’t kick your ass?”

“I mean handle me, stupid. If you can do that, I’ll delete these photos.”

You take the hint and realize that she means something else. You’re already having a terrible night, and having your face on the internet would pile on your list of problems. Without warning, lean in and kiss her hard on the lips. No wonder she has a way with her words, her tongue is soft and warm, letting out humming noises.

A leg straddles around your waist, you lift her up and push her against the stony wall. She tangles herself on you, wrapping her arms around your neck while you quickly unbuckle your belt and pants. Her eyes widen as she watches you pull off your boxers hiding your erect shaft. She regrets not blowing you off first, not just because of the energy you showed handling the situation inside the club, but in appreciation of your big dick.

Your hands rummage beneath her skirt to peel off her underwear. Her hands slowly unbuttons your shirt and roams your partially exposed chest, so the temptation is strong to remove her top too. Instead, you proceed to thrust your cock inside her cunt, causing a shriek to leave her mouth. You begin pumping into her rapidly, filling her walls with every inch of your shaft.

“F-f-fuck! That’s so deep! Harder…harder!”

Grant her request and thrust relentlessly, each hit releasing your pent-up agitation. You nibble on her neck while her moans get louder. You no longer care about getting found out in the streets. If anything let them watch. Her pussy is intoxicating, as is every part of slender body.

“I’m about to c-cum,” you gently whisper, slowing down your hips to savor each pump. She gives you a nod before pulling you in for another frantic kiss. Once again, you quicken your grinding on her, but not for long. A handful of thrusts later, and your cock erupts inside her womb, filling her with a blast of white-hot seed. For the next few minutes all you hear are both your heavy huffs, catching your breaths.

Pull her off from your body while your cum drips down her legs. She takes a finger and picks up a sample, then puts it in her mouth. “You taste so good,” she utters.

“You know our agreement.”

She gives you a cheeky grin as she presents her phone, deleting the photos she took earlier.

“So what are you gonna do now? I’m going home. Wanna come home with me?”

“No thanks. I’ll wait for my friend to come pick me up.”

“Suit yourself.”

Watch her leave slowly, gingerly limping from the fucking you just gave her. You probably should have accompanied her, maybe you’d get more chances to fuck her too. Take a seat again on the stair steps, noticing she left her underwear. Maybe it’s a gift for you.

Suddenly your phone buzzes with notifications from many of your friends. Your eyes widen when you check their messages.

• Bro, who’s that chick you’re with? She’s hot!

• I thought you already had a girlfriend?!

• Damnnnn son. I didn’t know you were fucking an influencer. Are you subbed to her too?

• We both like the same influencer! I thought you hated influencers!

• Don’t talk to me again, asshole.

Then you receive a message from someone named Hyemu. She sends you a link. Click and it takes you to her account, already with 10,000 views and 3,000 likes. The clip that plays is her recording of your back while you were pumping in her, moans and all. You place your hand over your mouth at the fact she used you to generate clout. You receive another text from this Hyemu.

Let me know if you wanna be part of another ;) - Hy

P.S. I never said anything about recording :P

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Knock at the door. Again. Again. You repeat the incessant thumps without a care.  Based on the various Instagram photos, as well as video content she produces, this has to be her place. Neighbors might think you’re crazy or drunk with how much noise you’re making, but you haven’t consumed a single alcoholic beverage for about a week. Even though it’s almost ten in the evening, you’d fight the cops if they tried calling them on you.

No response. Peer through the windows and there’s nothing inside except a well lit dining room. Her car is parked outside so it’s not like she’s driven off somewhere. Try again. If she doesn’t show her face in a few minutes, you’d try breaking and entering.

At last the door opens. Hyemu, or Hyewon by her name, stands in front of you, donning nothing except a white bathrobe concealing her matching colored lingerie. She gives you a seductive smirk, as if she’s been waiting for you the whole time. On the other hand, you wear a serious, if not angry face the whole time.

“So, finally come for round two?” she asks, ignorant of what she did to you.

“You fucking bitch,” you snarl as you barge into her house without asking any permission. She closes the door behind you once you enter. Briskly go through room after room. You find her computer turned on, with her webcam seemingly active as well. Hyewon steadily follows behind as you scour her place.

“Do you want to eat first? I’ve got leftover bulgogi lying around, or if you like-”

“You don’t realize what you’ve done to me,” you shouted, cutting her off. “My girlfriend of three years broke up with me because of you!”

Hyewon gives you another wide simper, loosening the knot around her robe. If her plan was to lure you in, it’s working successfully.

“Was your plan to get me free so you could have me as your plaything?”

She leans her hand on the wall in a seductive manner. You know she knows what she’s doing. Much of it is vexing to you, but you can’t deny she’s crafty about it. Look at the well placed computer setup again. You realize it’s on and she’s got you on camera again. Glance at Hyewon once more, biting her lip. No words are needed at all. She clearly wants it.

With lightning quickness you rush toward her and smear her lips with yours. She quickly wraps her legs around your waist. Shuffle around the bedroom and undo her lax robe. Throw her on the mattress as she tosses her lingerie, exposing her breasts for the first time. In seconds you divest your own clothing, joining her in equal nakedness. Climbing on the bed, you mark her figure with kisses on her shoulders, chest, neck, and belly.

“That camera is on, right? You’re live, right?”

She gives you a gentle nod.

“Then why don’t we give them a good show,” you whisper in her ear.

Much like the week you met her, you immediately ram your cock into her wet cunt, a scream coming from Hyewon’s mouth. Placing both her slender thighs over your shoulders, you pound her immediately at a breakneck pace. Your breaths grow heavy real quick, and so does hers. She bites her lips, taking in the pleasure you were giving her.

“Y-yes, yes, f-fuck yes,” Hyewon whimpered, each word coming out slurred. “I-I missed y-your c-cock s-so m-much.”

“Fuck, you like being a slut on camera do you?”

“Y-yes! I love b-being y-your slut!”

Hammer her pussy even faster. Her eyes nearly shut, her features rapidly changing with each thrust, but keeping the same satisfied appearance. The longer it goes, the louder the sounds of flesh smacking grow, and the more the computer buzzes. You fuck Hyewon with greater aggression than last time. The anger subsides and turns into your own pleasure. Hearing her whimpers and curses gives you needed relief from your recent relationship fallout.

“I-I’m cumming!” she yells.

Ride through her first orgasm as a wave of her juices gush over your cock. In her heat, you keep the same tempo, each stroke just as harsh as ever.

Suddenly you remove your shaft from her clenched pussy, detaching her legs clinging on your shoulders. Flipping her on the bed so that her ass is now facing you, you once again insert your dick, this time filling her asshole. Hyewon lets out another shriek as you continue pounding her from behind. The sounds of slapping skin increase again, as well as your moaning and panting. If the knocking on her door isn’t enough to wake up the neighbors, your sex definitely will.

You lean on her, leaving frantic kisses through her back. Slap her ass a few times, each hit stronger than the last. Her whimpers turn to screams then yells. Her mouth is constantly left in a wide ‘O’ position.  The camera records each moment of your heavy, hot pleasure. Nibble the helix of her left ear, while your hands clamp hers, which claw deeply on the soft sheets.

“Y-you like this Hyemu? Being a slut for me?”

“F-fuck y-yes! I want to b-be your s-slut!”

“Such a dirty woman. I can’t believe a girl like you would be such a slut.”

Slap her ass one more time. You feel your own climax impending. This time, you plan not to let her get the fill she wanted, out of spite.

“I’m c-close,” you whisper.

“P-please, cum for me. I’m your cum slut! Please fill your slut with your cum!”

Her loud pleas are tempting. She has a way with her words, after all. You briefly think about whether to give in once more, or move forward with the disruption. Her clenching ass and pussy are too good to turn away from. Using whatever energy you have left, you give her asshole every inch of your cock, until you finally flow over the edge.

Burying your shaft deep in her ass, your shaft blows open, releasing an endless flow of your hot seed inside her. With each release, you let out a loud groan until you’re completely empty. As you slip your dick out, you still have enough to spill a fleck of cum on her back and bare bottom.

Fall back on the bed exhausted while Hyewon slowly inches around to join you. Placing her head on your chest and a hand on your shoulder, she gives you a peck on the cheek. You can only hear the computer’s endless ringing and your gasps of air. You jokingly place a gentle slap on the opposite end of her cheek.

“I’ve never had cock that good before,” she mumbles.

Sigh under your breath. “Did it really need to cost my relationship though?”

She nods.

“You’re still a bitch for what you did, though.”

“I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”

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A month has passed. Your new relationship with Hyewon has many of your friends asking you questions. Why her? Isn’t her job getting in the way of your romance? Being in front of the camera means others will try to court her, “simping” as they say on the internet, but she constantly assures you of her commitment to you. If anything, at least you earn a pretty good share from her line of “work.”

Taking you out shopping for new clothes, you slog behind her while she picks out garments at random. She always likes to purchase nearly everything on sale. Turn your attention from her and look around the shop. Immediately you spot a familiar face a fair distance away from you. Without hesitation you toss aside the heavy basket you’re carrying and drag Hyewon into one of the dressing rooms.

“What is going on? Why did you just pull me away from-”

Cover her mouth with one of your hands to cut off her sentence. Draw it away from her once she stops talking. “My ex is here,” you whisper.

“Your ex? You mean-”

“Yeah. The reason why I’m stuck with you, or well, am with you now.”

She gives you that familiar seductive smirk you’re used to at this point. Any opportunity she has to fuck you in a public location, she’ll take advantage of.

Her arms pull you in towards her for a loud kiss. Wine flavored lipstick sweetens the taste of her lips, your personal favorite flavor. She tugs away at your shirt, which you initially push away, before submitting and allowing it to be removed. Hyewon spreads her arms wide to let you undress her shirt in return, which you do within seconds. Bite her neck while your hands roam her back, unclasping the bra holding her cleavage together before tossing it aside.

“I swear to god if we get caught,” you mumble, fondling her breasts.

“Makes the experience more fun,” Hyewon replies, peeling off her stockings and underwear. She leads your finger beneath her skirt, feeling a damp sensation in her crotch. “Besides, you should have already known what would happen next once you told me.”

She’s right. If you were a lot more quiet about spotting your ex, you would not be in the position you’re currently in. Line your finger near her damp area, then slowly insert it inside her needy clit. Hyewon lets out the loudest whine she can possibly muster, a way to draw more attention from one specific person of interest. You pray quietly that your undesired target doesn’t find out, or she’s left the shopping area while your finger pokes Hyewon’s spots to greater pleasure. You’re certain she’s intentionally causing ruin to you in public, but you’re past the point of caring.

One, two, a handful of strokes later and she reaches her orgasm. She belts out a prolonged groan of satisfaction as her juices coat your finger completely. Sliding it out, she leads your damp digit to her open mouth, giving herself a taste.

“Mm, I’m delicious,” Hyewon grins, proud of her own produce. “Now let me taste you next.”

Soft hands quickly seize your pants. Dropping to her knees, she gives your bulging cock a touch before undoing your bottoms and briefs. Your erection slaps her dainty face, smudging it with a dash of precum. You’re tired of playing games. Raise her to your level again then pin her against the wall, lining your shaft on her crotch. Her legs wrap on your waist before you pierce her to the hilt. Heavy gasps from both your mouths shortly follow.

Ram every inch of your throbbing cock into her at a rapid pace. Whether it is to get the whole ordeal over with or just the delight you get from hearing her call herself a slut, you love thrusting inside Hyewon immediately. Her moans intensify when you bury your face on her bouncing tits, gnawing both her taut nipples.

“Oh f-fuck! Suck those tits!” she screams. Such an order is completely unnecessary.

The sound of flesh slapping echoes throughout the dressing room. Between that and the constant groaning, you draw attention from basically everyone in the clothing store. Hyewon loves it under pressure. You got acclimated to her habits, even if you weren’t completely for them. Her fingers claw deeply into your hair as you hammer her faster and faster.

“You think you’re better than my ex?” you growl, intending to make her plea for you. “You don’t even have bigger tits than she has.”

“Y-yes! F-fuck, I am the best cum slut for you!”

“Then beg for me to cum in you, slut.”

“P-please! Cum for me! I’m y-your slut!”

Her desperate pleadings rile you up. Take in every word with a hit of satisfaction. Your climax is fast approaching. You love hearing her beg for your cock, or in this case, your cum.

“I-I’m close,” you murmur.

“F-fuck, please, fill me up! Fill this s-slut with all of your cum!”

Thwack. Thwack. With a drawn out moan of her name you stretch her pussy out with one deep stroke, a torrid wave of hot semen gushing to her womb. Stay in that position for a few minutes, taking deep breath after deep breath and face nearly buried in her chest.

“Oh f-fuck, I came so damn hard,” you say, with trembling legs while your arms keep you and Hyewon steady against the wall.

She lets out a little giggle, pleased at another round of public sex. Cupping your face towards hers, she pulls you in for a sweet kiss. A knock on the door interrupts the moment, which reminds you  that you’re still in the dressing room of a clothing store.

Hastily put your clothes back on. Hyewon does the same. Instructing her to hide behind you, you gently open the door. Eyes widen when you find out the person standing in front with a stern face and hefty arms on her hips. The thing you fear most is happening now. Quietly your current girlfriend peeks from behind the door.

“H-hey, E-Eunbi. I-it’s good t-to s-see y-ou,” you stutter through each word.

“I didn’t think you’d be with your girlfriend,” Eunbi replies, her eyes bouncing around the space spotting Hyewon watching. “I know what you did.”

Gulp your throat. Is she going to snitch on you to the staff? Engage in a fight with your girlfriend? You remember how she left you a month ago. It’s too soon for you to meet again after ending on such bad terms.

“And you have the audacity to have sex with her in public,” she continues, your heart as tense as ever. “Without me.”

Take a second to let that sink in. That’s the answer you least expect. Eunbi continues to glare at Hyewon. You notice them furrowing their eyebrows. Suddenly you’re pushed back into the enclosed room with both women looking at you with yearning eyes.

“Room for one more?” Eunbi asks, removing her top and exposing her perky breasts.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for this,” Hyewon adds, stroking you back to hardness. You now realize her true intent. “I hope you’ve got some load left for the both of us.”

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Before you have time to react, you’re backed against the wall by both women, fully divested of their garments. Your hands barely get to touch them as they strip you of all your clothing. Everything that happens afterward feels like nothing more than a blur.

You’re unable to do anything except shut your eyes and moan when Eunbi and Hyewon nail your hands to the wall, filling your face with kisses and whispers of all the dirty things they want to do with you. Never have you felt this much sensory overload until this moment.

The two women slowly trail down your body, leaving marks of lipstick on your chest and stomach. Dropping to their knees, their tongues smear the tip of your cock, drooling over it and making it their personal fountain. Your hands, free from their grip, graze through the strands of raven hair, pushing their heads deeper to take more of your shaft. You can’t see the work they were doing on your dick; your senses overwhelming you with pleasure greater than the last. For once, your ex-girlfriend doesn’t mind sharing with another.

Eunbi rises to your level. Hyewon rummages through her purse, pulling out her phone. She directs it facing the both of you while Eunbi pushes you down in a sitting position. Eunbi lines your cock between her huge breasts, then presses it between them. It’s almost like they’ve been planning this assault on you for quite some time.

“Fuck those big tits,” Hyewon commands, pressing video. “Show her how much you miss them.”

You’re inundated with pleasure to hear her demand. Besides, you didn’t need it anyway. Push your tip in and out of her cleavage. Eunbi’s tongue slurps your cockhead with each entry, adding more pleasing sensations that numbs your already trembling body. Your breaths are growing heavier by the second, approaching a second climax. For a moment you believe you’d faint from the heat inside the dressing room.

A few more thrusts between Eunbi’s tits and soon the warmth of her mounds becomes too much to bear. With a lengthy groan you spurt out another load of thick, warm semen over Eunbi’s breasts, neck, and face. Eunbi licks her tongue, collecting whatever cum lands around her mouth. She lets out a giggle after the first taste before running a digit to gather the rest of your seed.

Hyewon leaves her phone on the floor, still recording every moment. Motioning Eunbi to move aside, she lifts you up to your feet, wobbly legs trying to keep you still.

“It’s my turn,” Hyewon says, giving you a kiss on the lips while stroking your flaccid cock back to hardness once more. “Fuck this slut right in the ass.”

Sigh under your breath. Your mind wanders from the pleasure you’ve been experiencing for the past 30 minutes or so, wondering if the customers in the store are hearing all this commotion in the dressing room. A gentle slap to the right cheek reminds you of your assignment.

“Baby, don’t keep me waiting.”

Pivot Hyewon’s body against the wall that her ass is now in front of you. You line your shaft against her round bottom, entrance made easier with how drenched it is. She lets out a moan once you hilt her to the base, feeling both pain from soreness and pleasure from her tightness. Slowly you begin grinding against her, gripping her hands to the wall while you feel Eunbi wrap herself behind you, breasts pressing on your back.

“Mm, fuck, fuck me hard, babe,” Hyewon says looking over her shoulder with needy eyes.

“You heard the bitch,” Eunbi adds, nibbling the helix of your ear. “Fuck that slut sore.”

You believe your cock might fall off from all of this fucking, but their sultry words of encouragement were hard to resist. Shutting your eyes, you thrust your shaft inside her ass faster, allowing the pleasure to consume you. Without care you freely moan alongside Hyewon, ignoring how long you’ve been doing this with her inside the dressing room of the clothing store. Eunbi isn’t idle either — she nibbles your neck while her hands reach around Hyewon’s breasts, intensifying her grunts.

The leaner figure rocks wildly with each rapid thrust. Use one of your hands to slap Hyewon’s ass, increasing the volume of her screams and making them harsher. If the scene you’re in doesn’t stir anyone watching, you’d probably be pissed. Between the women’s moans and your draining stamina, you feel your stomach knot a third time, but you’re too worn out to say a discernible word.

With a quiet gasp you release inside Hyewon’s tight ass, shooting another torrent of cum inside her. Eunbi releases her grip on both of your bodies as you slip your cock out of Hyewon. Eunbi allows you to fall back on the wall before you slip downwards until your bottom touches the floor, lungs quietly gasping for air. Hyewon huffs and puffs clinging to the wall for a few moments before turning around.

“Ah f-fuck, that was s-so good,” Hyewon mumbles, cum dripping down her thighs. Gingerly she crouches down, picks up her phone, and stops the recording.

Both women sit on opposite sides next to you, watching you pant and catch your breath. Another round and you’re certain you’d actually pass out. You think this was a setup for Eunbi to get some revenge on you by wearing your cock out. You don’t pay attention as both women grin over the work they did on you.

“Such a good toy,” Hyewon says, cupping your left cheek. “Thanks for letting me borrow your boyfriend.”

“Anytime,” Eunbi replies, grazing the edge of your hair.

Fatigue finally kicks in as you’re unable to catch what they were saying. The world around you starts blurring before you fall into unconsciousness. Eunbi and Hyewon kiss the sides of your cheek in appreciation.

“Rest well, baby,” they both say. “We have so much more to do in bed later.”

(A/N: Please leave me alone. jk. This is as far as this mini-series will go. I have also edited all three parts into a singular piece for easy reading, with a bonus at the very end. Thank you once again to @worldsover for the edits in making a more cohesive read! All three chapters of Delete this are some of my most popular work to date, so I want to say once again thank you for reading.)

Delete this.vol four.

Click. Click. Click. When you told yourself you’d be making money looking at a screen, it was supposed to be for gaming, not surveillance. Even worse is your assignment to the night shift. Sure, there’s very little activity going on since everyone is sleeping or clubbing in the club and you’re paid well, but it’s boring you to death. It doesn’t help that you’re forbidden from leaving the control room during your stretch except for the occasional bathroom break. For most middle class, this would be a dream job, but for you, it’s an experiment of how bad your body clock can get.

It’s a little over midnight. Much like every night, there’s little to no activity happening. The small clicks of the mouse are the only sounds stirring in the control room. Yawn openly while you peep through the many installed cameras of the five-star hotel. You don’t bother checking the fourth to 44th floors as they’re all guest rooms. After scouting the closed restaurant and cafe, you look through the lobby. There’s few staff cleaning the place. Looks like it will be another night where you don’t have to do anything. Yay, you sarcastically say to yourself.

As you’re about to click to another room, your eyes catch a couple running by the lobby, holding each other’s hand. Must have been on a date, you assume. The twosome reach the elevator, pressing a button then entering within seconds. Most guests at this time are usually drunk out of their mind or leaving to get inebriated.

About two or three minutes pass. You notice they’re not getting off the lift. They give each other small looks before the woman seemingly notices the camera surveying them. She whispers something to her partner, so you turn up the high-tech audio to catch wind of what she’s saying. You only hear her last words.

“…Right here. I’m impatient.”

Impatient? Impatient about what?

The girl suddenly pulls her partner, meeting each other’s eyes and going for a deep, passionate kiss. Couples making out in the elevators aren’t new to you — you’ve quietly observed it happen a handful of times. But this pair is different. They’re crossing a line that shouldn’t be crossed.

Their fervent love making escalates when he pins her frame to the wall. Without releasing their lip lock she wraps a leg around his waist. He peels off the straps of her black dress, pulling off the top, revealing her mouth watering breasts. This is a sign for you to look elsewhere. Your finger inches closer to one of the countless buttons, a tap away from changing the video feed. And it remains there, frozen, unwilling to pull the trigger.

Throughout all of this, your jaw steadily drops in disbelief over the steamy scenario unfolding right in front of your eyes. Any trace of guilt is nonexistent; the couple have no shame in randomly smooching in the elevator, why should you who’s watching them?

You watch helplessly as the man buries his face on her partner’s mounds. His tongue goes back and forth between her taut nipples, lathering them with loose spit. By the way he devours her chest you can tell he’s extremely needy and holding off for so long. His hands squirm through the bottom of her dress, slipping off her panties. His own trousers and boxers fall to the floor moments after.

You’re partially thankful he’s facing the wall because you can only see his bare asscheeks. Your other hand tries to cover your eyes but it’s a ruse — the look on your face clearly expresses delight in watching it go down. Both of the girl’s legs are coiled around his torso. They look into each other’s lust filled eyes for a moment, then share a loud moan as he slips his presumably erect cock into her cavern.

She winces and gapes her mouth wide in pain at the initial feeling of his shaft, but is quickly overcome by the overwhelming pleasure afterward. Her partner violently grinds his hips against hers, seemingly hitting all the right spots. The finger stuck mere inches from one of the buttons is no longer there. Instead, it’s slowly running a trail down your shirt and between your pants. You’re focused on the screen, imagining yourself in that man’s position. Perhaps it was your loneliness or boredom compelling you to keep paying close attention, but your eyes most certainly enjoy every second of it. Your ears get a fair share of bliss too. Her whines and his groans blare through the noise receivers in the control room. You’re lucky you’re the only person running the show and your earbuds pulsate each sensual sound.

While he pumps deep into her, he buries his teeth on her soft, smooth neck, marking it a hue of red. Your fingers instinctively begin stroking your own cock, catching pace with his pounding. You’re no longer watching the scene, your eyes closed on chasing that climax as they are. The feeling of wishing that you were someone else has never been greater than it is right now.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby. I can tell why you want this so early and so bad.” the man breathes into her neck.

“You’re hitting me so deep. I couldn’t help myself anymore. Don’t stop fucking me like this! Ah, ah, ah, ah!”

Though her words were meant for her partner, you delude yourself into thinking they’re said to you. Her tone drives you both wild, ramping up your strokes in response. You lean back deep into your chair, drowning in excessive pleasure that you might likely fall off. Your groans get in sync with his, madly pursuing that high you both desperately crave. The sounds of flesh slapping overpowers the occasional loud thumps of the elevator walls. Her whimpers turn to shrieks when he grabs a handful of her butt, gripping them firmly.

She throws her head back as her partner stretches his limit trying to stretch her walls out. It doesn’t take long before they both fly over the edge, and so do you.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” he groans along with her as they orgasm, mixing both her slick and his cum coating his shaft. She continues riding out her peak, shoving herself down on his hips. He picks up where he left off, slowly pounding deep into her, before sliding his cock off her dripping pussy. Still hard, it gushes more shots of seed aimed at her legs, having loosened their chokehold on his waist.

They take a moment to pause and catch deep breaths, using the elevator walls to stabilize their wobbly, shaky legs. She giggles, tapping her man’s chest jokingly while he gingerly pulls his pants back up.

“Fuck, Hyewon,” he sighs, noticing the streaks of white covering a portion of the metallic enclosure. “You absolutely couldn’t wait a little longer?”

“Nope.” She answers matter-of-factly then turns to the sole camera and gives it a wink and a smirk. You’ve reached your own self-induced orgasm and are slumped back in your chair, eyes shut in pleasure to notice.  Minutes later the couple put on their clothes, acting like nothing happened. A ding indicates their arrival on their hotel room floor. He grabs her by the hand and they run off together.

“I still have so many things that I want to do with you tonight.”

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When you finally regain your senses it feels like an eternity passed. You look down and find your pants and boxers on the ground. Even worse is the many flecks of white coating your flaccid dick and parts of the control panel, including a few buttons. You check the feed and find no one on the elevator.

“Well, shit.” you slowly regret jerking yourself off to that. Suddenly you hear a thump from behind.

“So! How’s everything here?” a feminine voice asks. You turn around and find your manager who’s entered the room.

“M-miss Miyawaki! Everything’s all good, as usual!” you yell in surprise, looking for a last-ditch effort to clean up your mess. This ends up in vain as she approaches you, immediately noticing your lack of pants and the white coating on the controls. All you can do is muster up a wide, cartoonish smile.

The look on her face, however, is one that doesn’t seem to appreciate it. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Um, well, you see-”

“Go clean yourself up! Just because you’ve got nothing to do doesn’t mean you can get off like that!”

You gulp and bow your head in shame before standing up and following her command. “Yes, Miss Miyawaki.”

She sternly watches you exit the room in embarrassment. As soon as you leave, she pulls out a handkerchief to clean up the sticky mess on the panels. Pressing various buttons, the feed rewinds to the time it catches the scene of Hyewon and her partner fucking on the elevator. Now figuring out the reason why, she taps a few more switches before the following message appears on the screen:

Video saved.

(A/N: Saw these photos of Hyewon and was like, yeah I gotta write her again. Tried something different with this new scenario. Anyway, full story coming up next week, probably later because I’m trying to get my personal life together, lol.)

Delete this.vol five.

“Good morning, babe.”

Her soft, inviting voice is the first thing you’re aware of. When your eyes open, the other side of the bed is empty. The sun, reaching it’s high point, shines through the thick, translucent curtains. It stuns you, but only for a moment, spurring you to life. Rubbing your half-lidded eyes, you rise from your pillow and find Kang Hyewon casually sitting on one of the hotel room couches, downing a cup of coffee.

You could go for some dark brew right now. Its aroma wafts around the enclosed space. A sniff of the taste and your tongue licks the grooves of your lips, hungry.

Breakfast is calling you, but what meal do you want?

It takes less than a minute for you to decide.

“Morning, baby,” you reply back, your voice coarse and rough, still recovering from sleep.

Once your vision fully clears, you immediately notice Hyewon’s outfit. Just a white, button-up shirt — your button-up shirt —and nothing else. You’re so focused on her look that you completely ignore her giggles from listening you answer her in your sleepy tone.

Even her slurps while she drinks sound gratifying and pleasing to your ears. Everything she does makes your heart flutter. You couldn’t have asked for a better thing to wake up to. Rising from the mattress, you approach her, disregarding your lack of clothing.

Hyewon puts her cup down on the table before spreading her arms wide, ready to accept you openly. You’re fresh from sleep, but the thought of her body is waking you up better than any stimulant on the market. You can’t help it. You dive into her, showering her with kisses all over her face and neck, eliciting a few moans from her mouth.

“Mmph, it’s only eight in the morning, and you want me,” she says, her nails clutching your chest until they reach your hardening shaft. You gasp at the touch of her soft fingers.

“How can I not when you look like that?” you breathe into her neck before leaving another red mark on her nape.

“And you tell me I’m the impatient and needy one. Look at you,” she retorts, remembering how she threw yourself at you in the elevator before you proceeded to ravage her the night before. “So hungry.”

“Shut up and let me enjoy this. I want breakfast.”

And so you do. With the way you salivate you might as well be a dog, which you were last night. You slip off her shirt, and she’s just as naked as you. Her opulent breasts present themselves to you. You wolf down immediately and bury your face between her mounds, tasting her smooth, creamy skin. Hyewon tangles her body with yours, making sure you never escape.

Like a suckling you dive into her rigid nipples, giving each tit all of your spit, lathering and lapping them up with your tongue. Your favorite kind of milk. You’d never grow tired of them. If you could drink it everyday, you would.

She hums and moans, taking in the pleasure without hesitation. A quick pinch of both areolas and she winces and shrieks in shock. You muster enough strength to lift her off the chair without leaving her cramped chest, sitting down in its place. Hyewon pushes you from her before pulling you towards her lips for another deep, impassioned kiss.

Straddled on your torso, Hyewon slowly lowers herself on your shaft. Your mouth slowly goes agape. Eventually a groan leaves your breath as your dick is comfortably sheathed inside her soaked cavern.

You don’t know exactly how many times you’ve fucked her since the day you met. Most likely over a hundred times, mostly due to her insatiable lust. Despite that, she feels just as tight as if it was your first time again. So warm, so wet. Hyewon takes control as she bounces up and down your cock, wanting to feel every inch of your dick inside her. All you do is groan and sigh, relishing the hot presence you’ve invited yourself in. In reality, you’ve fucked her one too many times last night that your shaft is still partially sore.

She understands your body as much as you do. So when she rides you, it’s with a gentle, steady rhythm that you won’t feel pain because of it. Unlike your previous sexual escapades, which were mostly fueled by lust, this feels intimate. A slow, intimate, kind of sex. Neither of you wants to rush into your orgasm. Rather, your eyes meet together in love and your figures tangle together like a completed puzzle.

The glow of the sun shining on Hyewon’s face makes her even more beautiful. She pulls your head close to hers until your foreheads gently collide. Your collective soft gasps and sighs while she rides you is the only thing that stirs about in the room. It’s like the gift of heaven came to this earth and you’re blessed to experience every second of it.

When you finally reach your orgasm, it feels like true bliss. With a soft groan of her name, you spill a shot of warm semen inside her womb. You close your eyes. Your mind goes blank for a split second. The pain your shaft goes through after cumming is nothing compared to the pleasure you receive from filling up Kang Hyewon for the umpteenth time. She rides you gingerly, never gaining or losing speed, even as you climax. Eventually she cums too, her juices mixing with yours and coating your dick with warm milk.

The world stops and she does as well.

For a while you keep each other in a tight embrace. Her nails dig through your upper back while you gently stroke her raven colored hair. No words are needed to understand the satisfaction emanating from your naked bodies.

“Have you ever grown tired of me?” she asks, breaking the loud silence.

You pause to think. As much as she bothers you incessantly for mindless sex, maybe, just maybe, there’s a small chance for something between you both. That you could be more than fuck buddies.

“No,” you whisper into her shoulder. “Never.”

She rubs your skin, a small smile forming on her face. What you said about Hyewon is true - you’d never grow tired of her.

—

If not for the twelve noon checkout, you’d probably have stayed in the shower with Hyewon for at least an hour. But you didn’t. Both of you did your best to tidy up the room, a complete wreck due to your countless sex positions the from previous night. For the most part, it seems like everything was cleaned up…except for the bedsheets, which have many stains of white splattered all over. And the wide couch. And the one chair you fucked in mere hours before.

Hopefully you won’t have to explain the trash cans full of soiled tissue paper.

With roller luggage in hand, you take the elevator and head to the lobby to leave the hotel. Hyewon takes a seat somewhere while you handle the giving of the key back. The process seems to go along smoothly, when the receptionist suddenly calls your attention.

“Um. Before you go, our manager has requested to speak with you.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” you ask, unsure about any indecent act you’ve committed.

“I’m not sure what for, but you must meet with the manager in her office,” she answers matter-of-factly.

“What for? I’m sure we haven’t done anything wrong during our stay!”

“Please, sir, let’s just calm down and talk to our manager. She’ll tell you everything.”

With a heavy groan you comply, following the receptionist as she leaves the desk, leading you past the restaurant and into the ballroom. There’s a private door which she opens before leaving you alone, returning to the lobby. While this is happening, Hyewon quietly watches you accompany the lady with a suspicious look on her face. She thinks about it for a moment before rising from her seat and trailing after you.

You grumble as you walk through the narrow hall. Recalling your 3-day stay you’re absolutely certain that neither you nor Hyewon did anything wrong. Your palms steadily clench into fists. Nothing was going to ruin your mood after the high you had.

You almost barge into the manager’s room when you are welcomed by the scent of blossoms. The soothing aroma takes you aback. Immediately your rage is turned to confusion. What is going on?

As you are about to open your mouth and demand, the swivel chair turns around, revealing the manager. Your eyes grow in utter shock.

“Please take a seat.”

The feminine voice says so candidly, but you remain idle. Your feet stay frozen in place. Sitting as hotel manager is Miyawaki Sakura, your former girlfriend. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Well, what are you waiting for? We haven’t got all day,” she continues frankly, acting like a true professional. When your legs regain mobility, each step feels extremely heavy. It almost takes you a lifetime before you finally reach her and sit down.

Sakura grins widely while gazing at you, clearly uneasy with the way your body trembles just sitting.

“S-so, what do you want, m-manager?” you ask, your voice shakes and stutters. The return of Sakura in your life again is unexpected and mortifies you.

“I was thinking about having a nice chat. You know, sharing what’s happened since then. Look at us, talking like this again. Who’d have thought? Not me!” her overtly joyous tone breaks the businesslike demeanor she had greeting you.

Pulling a bottle from under her desk, she pops it open, pours enough on a wine glass then offers it to you. “Drink?”

You smile awkwardly while gesturing with your hand. “N-no thanks. Not really a drinker.”

Hearing this, she swigs the beverage in one fell swoop then puts it down on the desk.

“Look, it’s b-been fun seeing you again, being successful and all, but I gotta-“

“Leaving so soon? What a rude guest,” she cuts you off, placing a finger near your lips. “And I thought you’d be so happy to see me,” she says sarcastically.

By this point your body fidgets convulsively. Sakura pulls her finger away from you, but instead she draws her body closer. Leaning on the table she ensures her breasts are positioned right in your face. You look away to make things less awkward, yet she motions her hand to direct it, meeting her in a firm gaze.

“Look at me,” she commands, her tone sharp. You refuse to make contact with her. She doesn’t like it one bit. “Look at me.”

The second time she repeats her instruction, there’s anger in her voice. Almost like she’s yelling at you. You comply, your heart spiking in your chest. What is Sakura trying to do to you?

She pulls out her phone from her skirt pocket. A few scrolls later and she presents the screen right in front of your face. The video starts to play. Then your fears are confirmed. You sink back into the chair, and so does the pit in your chest.

It’s elevator footage, catching you and Hyewon fucking, doing the deed without any reservations. While your skin goes pale in fright and your jaw slowly drops, Sakura’s wicked smirk grows wider. She knows she’s caught you red-handed, and there’s no getting around it. Her face is clear on the film. The sound of thumps, moans, and flesh slapping is audible for anyone to hear.

“Don’t even lie to me about this,” she says, like she’s reading your mind. “I know who this is.”

You keep silent. You know you have nothing to say. Breathing starts to become difficult for your lungs. She pulls the phone away from you.

“I tried moving on from you. Really, I did. But you were the one still on my mind,” she says, a small tear forming on her left eye. “I hoped that you’d be happy seeing me, successful and all, but you just keep breaking my heart.”

No way did she just say that. After what she just showed you. Now she’s playing a sympathetic character to ease you into liking her again.

“W-w-what are you trying to say?” you ask.

“What I’m saying is, you deserve more. You know better than to fuck that slut–”

“She’s not a slut!” you yell, the first time you’ve raised your voice since meeting her. “It’s just for show, that’s all!”

Sakura backs away, caught by surprise at your sudden reaction. It’s only for a moment before an angry look forms on her face.

“Is it though? Then explain the other videos of her on the internet. She’s clearly a slut.”

You look down, trying to find any additional reasons to justify her behavior, her career. But you can’t. While you’re reflecting, she shifts herself from behind the desk to your back, grabbing your shoulders and pecking your ear. You feel her tongue sliding up and down your helix.

“I watch those videos of you fucking her and remember how you’d do that to me,” she whispers in your ear. You feel a chill down your spine. “I couldn’t let the opportunity pass when I found out you were booked here.”

You tremble uncomfortably again hearing those words. You’ve clearly moved on, while she hasn’t. “K-kura, please, don’t.”

“I miss you, babe. Come back. Leave with me,” she replies, almost like she’s pleading. She actually is. You shake your head. Past is past.

“I can’t do that.”

“Then you leave me with no other choice,” Sakura removes her palms from your shoulders, before moving to right in front of you, loosening her ponytail. “I’m going to make sure this video leaks on the internet, then what will your poor girlfriend do?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I can, and I will,” she snaps, taking her suit coat off and throwing it somewhere. “Unless…”

“Unless? Unless what?”

She starts unbuttoning her shirt until it’s completely off, leaving only a black corset that accentuates her cleavage. “Unless you fuck me, right here. Now.”

As soon as she finishes talking, she takes the leap forward and crashes her lips on yours. You really had no decision to make. You know it, and she does too. Subtly you push your head up to avoid the sweet taste of her tongue, but she catches you slipping and forces you to indulge her. Her actions are elaborate, intentional. She wants you to remember her once again, hoping to take you back in her arms.

And it’s working. All according to her plan. While your mind resists, your body betrays you. Your hands run down her bare, silky skin, taking hold of the zipper holding her corset. It curbs the increasing force of your fingers, working tirelessly to ripping it off. Luckily you don’t break the thin metal in half. It slides down to her waist, along with the fabric. Sakura recognizes your maneuver and lets the girdle free.

You hate to admit it, but she’s glowed up really well since you last met. Her breasts, though not as curvaceous as Hyewon’s, are still scrumptious. Sakura catches you looking for a second, and smirks.

“Just admit you miss me so much,” she murmurs in your ear. “I know you still want me and you know it too.”

She guides your hands toward her chest. Her hold makes you tremble. “It’s okay. Touch them. Make me feel good.”

The words from her mouth come off as soft, endearing. For a brief moment, the innocent, dorky Sakura you remembered flashes in your memories. As you cup her breasts, giving them a light squeeze, she moans.

“Oh, fuck, that feels so good. I miss this feeling so much…”

Your resolve isn’t broken, but your body is. Your fingers play with her nipples.They enjoy every second of touching her skin. Presses and pinches over them in alternating patterns. You’re afraid to look anywhere but her pleasure-ladened eyes. You work, making sure she gets what she wants from you.

Minutes pass. You feel her hand making contact with yours. It’s dragged down to her dress pants. You work together in loosening the zipper. Her fingers collide with your own a few times. Eventually her bottoms fall, and she shoves it away from her feet. Your eyes are still glued to hers.

Suddenly you sense something wet rubbing against your digit. You glance for a moment and behold, your finger is somehow inside her panties. You wish to pull away. You want to pull away. But you can’t. Remembering her threat, you cave in and tease her. Without looking you nudge her slit, hitting here and there, until you feel the insides of her wet cavern.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so good. Mmm…”

Her compliment doesn’t faze you. You’re just doing your job against your will. Her slick tunnel makes it easy for you to jam your digits in and out of her, poking randomly at her spots. Blind trial and error.

Then she shrieks, piercing your eardrums. You find her sweet spot. Her meeting room is elaborately hidden so that no one can hear her scream. Or your cries for help.

“Right there. More! More!”

From there your fingers do the rest. Just one touch and it’s all muscle memory now. Rinse and repeat. Her shouts of pleasure rise with the surge of euphoria running through her slit. You’re not enjoying it all, being that this is forced upon you, but she’s losing herself by the minute.

Your body has other thoughts. Something bumps her thigh, drawing her attention. Sakura lowers her head and finds your aching bulge. She has your frame in a trance. Recognizing this, she asserts her dominance over you.

“Look how needy your cock is,” she growls, almost as if she’s hungry. “Why aren’t you?”

You remain stoic in expression. This is just her coaxing you into submission. For Miyawaki Sakura, your loss of dignity would be her biggest win. She releases your digits from between her legs. Then she lets her underwear slide down, before it joins the rest of clothes in a crumpled pile that neither of you care about.

The seconds where she works to unbutton your pants are excruciating. Almost like she wants to rip them, but they mercifully don’t. With your slacks and boxers gone, her eyes grow at the sight of your shaft, fully hard.

But that’s not enough. She wants more.

With the same effort Sakura tears through your shirt, leaving you as naked as her. Her movement is asking – demanding – you to pay attention to her at all times. She steadily clambers onto you, using your shoulders as support. Fixing her position until she’s angled properly, she lowers herself onto your lap.

With a drawn-out groan escaping both your breaths, your cock makes itself snug deep inside Sakura’s pussy.

“Ahh, I’ve missed this so much…”

Unlike Hyewon, whose entry was usually slow and intimate, Sakura is quick and swift. The motions of a woman who’s needy for you. After the initial feeling of your dick embedded in her, she wastes no time, ricocheting up and down her hips against yours. You bind your voice from producing any sound, but to no avail. A few involuntary grunts slip from your lips.

“Let it all out, babe. Nobody can hear us.”

Afraid of disappointing her, plus the threat spurring in your head, you groan. Audibly. Part of your mind is guilty doing this. The iniquity occupying your brain blocks the pleasure rocking your joints. Sakura is on the opposite end – she’s revelling in the moment, her body savoring each inch of your cock stretching her out. And sitting there under her control is all what you’re doing.

Her moans rise with the speed she’s grinding on your shaft. You watch helplessly as your ex-girlfriend drowns in pleasure, reviving an addiction to the thing she used to have all for herself.

“Fuck, you’re so big! I love how you’re stretching me out! Ahh!”

It pierces your ears. You overlook the wet juices spilling where you’re seated. All your attention is on her bouncing, euphoria-consumed body. Save for the occasional groan, you say nothing, do nothing.

Then the end comes.

With your name on her breath, she splits your eardrums with a deafening shriek. Sakura cums. A torrent of seed floods your deeply embedded cock. This doesn’t matter to her; she continues to ride you through her own orgasm. Just when you think she’s gassed out, she hops off your lap with quickness. Then you’re dragged off the now drenched chair.

It’s still not enough.

“Take me. Fuck me,” she commands. One orgasm isn’t adequate. She positions herself that her ass is directly facing you, while she lays her upper body on the desk.

She doesn’t care about how sore your dick is. She wants pleasure. That’s the only thing that matters to her right now.

With a remorseful sigh, you stroke yourself back to hardness. As you do, Sakura reminds you of your agreement. “If you run away, you know what I’m gonna do,” she playfully says, holding her phone.

How much more sin do you have to bear, you question internally. She wiggles her ass to rile you up. You line your cock between her butt, before sliding it in her.

“O-oh! Yes! Fuck that feels good!” she screams, overpowering your low grunt.

You’ve fucked one too many times in the past 12 hours to go all out. A slow rhythm guides your thrusts in and out of her rear. Each one aggravates your shaft painfully that it overrides the usual satisfaction from sex.

Sakura, however, has other plans.

“Harder. I want you to fuck me like you fucked that slut,” she orders. You couldn’t oppose her. You have no say in the matter, after all.

Through your pang you pump faster. Her bottom wiggles the quicker you go. Oxygen is becoming harder to catch. You want to tell her to stop, even if it’s against her rules. Not only for Hyewon, but for you. But you can’t bring yourself to stop. Not when she’s pressuring both your personal lives with a piece of footage.

Her ass pulsates against your shaft. Too tight for comfort. Another minute or so and you feel like your cock might fall off.

“Doesn’t my ass feel so good? Slap them!”

Your body complies. A hand hits her right side, rippling across her figure.

“Again!”

Another hit to her cheeks. Repeat the process until they’re sore and red. Then that twitch in your stomach grows. You’re very close. Freedom.

“C-choke me!”

Her request takes you by surprise. Somehow, she’s developed a habit for more aggressive kinks. What could you do, though? You lean over her splayed out back and seize her nape with a maddening grip. Sakura lets out another resounding scream.

Your mouth finally has the balls to let out another sound. “Kkura, I-I’m gonna-”

“In me! Fill my ass up with your cum!”

And that’s all she wrote. With her name etched from your lips, you climax. Thick, creamy, white semen gushes inside her bottom, some dripping down on the floor. Release has never felt much more gratifying that it is at that moment. You’re done. Straight up finished.

“O-oh that feels so g-good, fuck,” she stutters her words, her body paved fully paved on the desk. While you slump back to the chair in exhaustion, Sakura remains laid out on the table. Deep breaths echo around the room for a few minutes.

She frees herself from the counter once she’s regained enough strength. Gingerly walking over to her discarded pile of clothes, she slowly puts them on, but not before you finish dressing up first.

“Just so you feel comfortable, I’ll pay for your stay,” she says in a professional manner. The needy persona Sakura has is replaced by a more professional woman. “I won’t release it. Don’t worry.”

Rather than ease, you’re angry. Frustrated. The look in your eyes denotes your disappointment. You allowed Miyawaki Sakura to have her way with you, and you couldn’t do anything to prevent that. The thought of Hyewon lurks over your mind and it bothers you greatly.

Without saying a word, you get up from the chair and leave Sakura in her private quarters. As you open the door, you turn back and find her still staring at you. She’s pouting and has a sympathetic look in her eyes.

“Please. Last chance,” she mumbles quietly.

Then you look away and close the door.

When you return to the lobby, Hyewon greets you with a joyful smile. “Hey! Where have you been?” she asks. You put on a facade, lying that nothing interesting went down.

“I talked to the manager and she told us we didn’t need to pay for the room,” you say candidly.

“That’s great! What was the reason?”

You pause to make up an excuse. “Some kind of lottery I didn’t know about.”

“Huh? They run lotteries? That’s weird.”

“I know, but it’s what it is. Let’s go home.”

Both of you take your bags and head home. While you drive, Hyewon sits beside you, deep in thought.

“So…Miyawaki Sakura, huh,” she murmurs under her breath. “He’s mine now. The next time we see each other, it’ll be the end of you.”

—

Somewhere in the hotel’s ground floor, a man watches over 50 or so surveillance cameras in a private quarter. Eating what appears to be a burger, he takes a huge bite then licks the cheese off his tiny fingers.

“This is fucking stupid, why do I have to work another 12 hours for jacking off?” he grumbles while pressing a button. One of the screens changes from the swimming pool to the lobby instantly. “Stupid Manager Miyawaki. I hope she gets fired.”

His attention is cut short when the door creaks open. Turning around, he spots a girl casually walking inside an unauthorized room.

“Hey. Excuse me. Ma’am, you shouldn’t be here,” he says bluntly. “Please leave or I’ll call the manager.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was gonna do too,” she replies, unbuttoning her shirt. “Can you tell me where they might be? I think your cameras might help.”

“Listen, you’ll never be able to bribe me to do that,” he says, each word exuding confidence. “I’ll have you know that I am trained in the highest degree of self-control-”

He suddenly goes silent. There’s a blue piece of clothing on the floor, followed by a black bra. The man’s eyes grow wide as saucers. A smirk forms widely on the woman’s lips.

“…Fuck.”

(A/N: Wait there’s drama in this whaaaat–

Yeah I knew I was gonna have to cave in to what the people wanted eventually. Lol. That’s why I named vol four as it is because it’s directly tied to the next chapter! Honestly Hyewon, you should keep posting more thirst traps to keep my motivation bar high. Thank you for reading.)

Lost Tape.mix one. (Delete this interlude)

It’s close to midnight. Explosions, gunfire, and screams of troops fill the room. An abundant assault of profanities resound all over your ears. Fingers that have seemingly been trained for years repeatedly mash on the controller’s buttons. Block out swears and trash talk. Focusing on winning the match is what’s on your mind. There’s no such thing as team chemistry—especially when paired up with guys who have stats over wins implanted into their brain, or players who run around with no knowledge of the game they’re playing. No friends tonight; they’re all busy despite the weekend looming close by.

The routine numbs you to the feeling of defeat. Get shot in the back. Rinse and repeat. These ranked opponents have some sort of telepathic connection with one another. It’s just not your night. Five straight losses with a group you discovered on the Internet.

But you soldier on. Perhaps you can develop synergy with your newly found ‘friends’ and start winning. Reality hits you hard in the face almost immediately, evident with your now eight game losing streak. It’s like the game is telling you to put it down, but you’re too immersed to quit. Sooner or later it’ll be five in the morning of the next day and you have to prepare for the 8:00 a.m. work schedule.

A ringing noise throws you off on your ninth match. Ignore it. Maybe it’s just the wireless network promoting their new plan that you could care less about. You get a few kills. Your phone rings again. It won’t quit. Finally, as the contest draws to a close, you grab your phone. Nine missed calls. Who could be calling at this time of night?

It’s a number you can’t recognize. Can’t be a friend; one of them said he’s out of town and told you not to call. Regardless, you’re curious. Dial them back. A few seconds before the caller answers.

“Hello?”

To your surprise, it’s him. Then you remember that he’s left for a week and won’t be taking any calls. What changed?

“Uh, hey. I thought you were on vacation or something. Also, you got a new number?” you ask.

“I need you to come over.” He ignores your questions and goes straight to the point.

“Wait, what happened? Something up?”

“Please, I need you. So bad.”

His phrasing suddenly throws you off. You’ve never heard him say anything like that until now. “Ah, dude. Is everything all right? You’re speaking in such a weird way, brother.”

“I miss you so much. Come over.”

Even more baffling and questionable choice of words. For a second, you almost believe he’s kidnapped and being held hostage. “You good? If this is a prank, I’m not falling for this shit.”

“Hurry. I can’t do this without you. Fuck.”

Sigh. Can’t leave a brother hanging. “Okay, where are you now?”

“I’ll send you the address. Just come over and fuck—”

Beep. The call cuts off right before he finishes. Try calling again, no more response. An address is sent to you via text though. You tell your friends you’re going offline before shutting the console down. After putting on a gray hoodie and some joggers, you take the car and drive to the destination on nearly empty roads.

It takes merely 20 minutes before you arrive. Knock knock. This is a house you’ve never seen before. There’s no answer. Do it again. Eventually, the door opens up, and you’re greeted by a familiar face.

“Hyewon?” You gasp. The shock forming in your features says it all.

She acknowledges you with a friendly grin. “Hey. You received my calls after all.”

“Calls? But that was my—”

She giggles cutely. “Oh, that wasn’t actually him. It’s voice recordings I manipulated. You think I don’t know he left the other day?”

Take a step back in disbelief. How’d she get his voice to sound like that on call without making it obvious? Your naivety is showing. There’s no chance he’d ever say words like ‘miss you’ and ‘so bad’ to a friend.

“Come in.” Hyewon gestures with her hand as she walks away, snapping you from your dumbfoundment. You comply and follow her once you regain composure.

Close the door behind you after stepping inside. You keep a comfortable distance from Hyewon. Her place is decent; the lights on the dining room are lit with a bright orange glow. She leads you to a room where her computer’s on and a camera is above the large monitor.

“So, why’d you decide to call me at this time of night?” you ask, wary about her intentions.

She turns around and suddenly grabs your shoulders. Her gaze is directed right at your eyes, intense and full of lust. A devilish smirk forms on her features. Your body gently squirms under her grip, showing how uncomfortable you are.

“Because,” she licks her lips subtly. “I’ve got no one around and I want to fuck someone. Why not my boyfriend’s best friend?”

“Wait.” Withdraw yourself from her, pulling away slightly that her hold loosens. “This is wrong. I can’t do that!”

“Why not?” she asks playfully.

“Can’t you see?” As useless of a question this is, it leaves your mouth vacantly. “He’s my best friend! What if he finds out about this?”

“He won’t.” she approaches you again, pecking you in the cheek lightly. “I’ve been doing this for a long time anyway. Did he not tell you about my occupation?”

Shake your head, both in disgust and curiosity. Even though he told you about his relationship with Hyewon, you genuinely have no idea what her job is. He may have told you but you paid no attention. Nevertheless, your heart pounds rapidly at your friend’s girlfriend throwing herself onto you.

“I really don’t want to do this. I’m leaving.” you try turning around but she cups your balls. A gasp naturally escapes your breath.

“Mm, so full. I know you wanna fuck me too. Just give in.” Her seductive tone is doing you no favors. You try moving, but your legs refuse. They’re frozen in place like they’ve been tied up with secure ropes. Hyewon seizes your shoulders again, this time from behind. Her tongue gently brushes around the right side of your face, leaving small trails of saliva on your cheek and ear.

“Don’t. Please, I don’t wanna ruin what my friend and I have.” You plead desperately, but it’s too late. She’s won.

“He’ll never find out,” she whispers in your ear. Chills flow down your spine. “Trust me.”

She twirls you around to face her. As soon as your eyes meet again, she pulls you for a deep, passionate kiss on the lips. Her tongue slides inside your mouth, relishing in your taste. It didn’t matter that you were on a few rounds of Doritos and Mountain Dew; her fresh scented lipstick is enough to keep you magnetized. Slowly but surely Hyewon is breaking your morals piece by piece.

Your body stands in place, neither resisting nor submitting to her wiles. As she continues making out with you, fearful thoughts flash inside your head. What if he comes back in the middle of the night and catches you? She explicitly tells you to confide with her, but as unpredictable as her call was, the possibility of a sooner return sets your brain to overdrive.

But such hypotheses break in an instant when she tugs you closer to hers, feeling her heat. You’re unwillingly entrapped in her vice grip that you now just realize your hands rubbing against the fabric of her sweater, identically colored with yours.

As surprised as you are with how submissive your body is towards her, you’re powerless and wordless to refuse those advances. Her movements are deliberate and erotic, meticulously planned to lure you into assent. By the way your eyes follow her steady swaying, it’s being executed to perfection. Her figure is making better calls than your teammates all night.

Hyewon breaks the kiss then draws herself away, again gesturing with her index finger to follow her. Like a dog you comply, trailing her to her bed. She lays back on the mattress with her arms stretched wide. A barely audible giggle follows the slight creak of the frame.

“I thought you said you were gonna leave,” she says sarcastically while kicking the sandals off her feet. Such an insult should aggravate you, instead it does little to affect you as you already are.

Your morals are at a crossroads. You know you’re being forced into having sex with your friend’s partner, but at the same time, the opportunity to fuck a woman of her allure is incredibly rare. With a reluctant heart but eager body, you inch closer to her bed. Try not to think hard about what happens next.

Clothes begin flying all over the place. Your sweater and shirt are dropped close by. Then you join her in bed, your body hovering over Hyewon’s. As you try to pull hers, she motions her hands to drag it off herself. A black bra restrains her cleavage as her top joins your garments on the floor. It’s nearly impossible not to look anywhere else but her shapely chest.

He’s one lucky son of a bitch, you think.

“Like these tits?” she asks, as if she read your mind. A nod is all you need to confirm your answer.

Her hands weave behind her back, unclasping the bra before they, too, join your discarded clothes in the pile. Exposed nipples that are tempting to touch and squeeze. Again, your mind immediately calls back to your friend. He gets to tap this every night? You’ve never been more jealous until now. But this is your one chance while he’s nowhere to be found.

“Go ahead, play with them.”

You’re not one to deny such a command. Immediately your hands grasp her taut nipples, giving each side a harsh squeeze. Hyewon gasps at the sudden jolt of her seized tits. Even more aroused, her body writhes while you press against them with your palms. Handfuls of her boobs in your control, you push them toward each other without neglecting to knead them in a circular pattern. She whines at your continued grasp, but it’s more fuel added to the fire.

“Such nice tits,” you blurt out unwittingly. Lean forward to give them a nibble each. She mewls and her eyes are rolled back in exhilaration. Soon your whole face wants in on the action. Without asking you dive head first into her chest, consuming her breasts entirely with your tongue and visage. Such delectable mounds make you forget that this is your friend’s lover, but since he’s not here, they’re free for the taking. Even if it’s only tonight.

“Fuck, I knew I made the right choice in calling you.” She drawls out, each word airy and staggered. Your only response is muffled mumbles from suffocation between her breasts. Each second your conscience fades into afterthought. The euphoric sensation of Hyewon’s body urges you to use her more and her words tear through your morality piece by piece.

It’s enough to consume and relish her chest. A harsh pull of your hair stops your continuous momentum, much to your disappointment. Glance and Hyewon’s eyes are barely making direct contact with yours.

“Let me see that dick of yours. You can’t be the only one having fun.”

As quick as she drops the command, so do your sweatpants. Zip. Your erect cock comes into her line of sight.

“Fuck, that’s even larger than my man.” You’re unsure whether you should be hurt or not, since she compared your dick to your own best friend. At least you got one up against him the next time you meet. “Bring that close to me.”

Your hovering figure shifts forward that your hard shaft is inches away from contact with her face. “Too close. You know where you want them.” She complains, but your shaft clearly wants to paint her features with your color. The spurt of precum landing on her chin attests to its desired location.

Panic strikes you immediately. “Oh shit, I didn’t mean to—”

Her finger reaches for the wet sample then directs it to her mouth. A lick of her lips for good measure. “Tasty. You’ll get the chance later. But for now, my tits, please.”

Internally breathe a sigh of relief. Still noble at heart, thinking of your pal who’s innocently away, unaware that his own closest friend would be sharing a bed with his girlfriend. But you’ve gone too far into the depths of your shared iniquity. There’s no turning back.

A throaty groan vacates your breath after you line your cock between her breasts. Then your body does the rest of the work. Your penis disappears and reappears through the voluptuous tunnel that is Hyewon’s chest. Her warmth sends overwhelming waves of pleasure coursing throughout your veins. Each thrust is an inch of yourself melting into hers.

“That feels so damn good. Faster! Faster!”

A switch flips inside your head. Before you know it, you’re slipping between her flesh to the point of losing control. She grips her own chest to steady her mounds, which rock as hard as your shaft. Her body steadily sways too, adding more tension to the noisy bed.

At this point, you’re engrossed in pleasure that almost feels dreamlike. Close your eyes and maybe when they reopen you find yourself asleep on your couch. The only thing you perceive is Hyewon’s soft flesh coiling your erection and the occasional moans and ‘fuck’ from your voices.

If he suddenly finds you together, it is what it is. What matters to you most is relishing Hyewon and nothing else.

It comes as a surprise when you orgasm. A deep groan precedes your climax. Suddenly you feel a wet, but warm sensation in your groin area. White, thick flecks of cum spray all over her neck, shoulders, and of course, her boobs. Your cock refuses to stop, continuously pumping between her flesh until the last of your seed is spewed out. Hyewon coats both her index fingers with your semen then takes it to her mouth for more.

“Fuck, that felt so good. You’re so huge, Hyewon,” you say, pointing out the obvious.

“And I could say the same to you.” She gathers up the rest of your seed to eat as a midnight snack.

After a certain time has passed, Hyewon pushes her body upward, kicking you away from her. She steps off the bed and gathers up your clothes. “Okay, you need to go now.”

Your eyes widen. “Wait, but what about your—”

“Oh? I thought you said you didn’t want to fuck? You want this pussy too?” she asks teasingly, using your tainted integrity against you.

“No, no, no, that’s not what I—”

“Well too bad. This pussy is for my man only. Sorry!” She smirks wickedly then throws your clothing back, which you slowly put on. “Come on, hurry up and leave.”

This takes you by surprise like what she did to you earlier. Now she wants you to get out already after what just transpired?

She sarcastically looks at her wristwatch to provoke you into dressing up quicker. As soon as you wear your joggers again, she shoves you from the bedroom to the front door. You didn’t have any resistance.

“Okay goodnight and have a safe drive!” She yells then slams the door in your face. Those last few minutes seem so abrupt in tone compared to the first forty-five. You can’t even contemplate how your friend might feel if he finds out.

You dread about the next time you see him on the drive home. The only hope you have is that Hyewon doesn’t tell. Was that worth your upright character?

Absolutely.

(A/N: Vol seven is coming some time this month.)

Delete this.vol six.

Uncertainty.

If there’s anything running through your mind for the past week, it was uncertainty.

It made you restless. Unsettled. A bit paranoid, even.

You love Hyewon with all your heart, but you’re unsure if she shares the same feelings with you. Even after the countless times you’ve had sex, it mostly comes off as her trying to pleasure herself more than getting intimate with you. But you can’t walk away easily. Perhaps there’s a possibility where you’re merely overthinking and that she truly loves you. Maybe not. It doesn’t help that her revenue comes from being a porn star on the internet. Yeah. Finally you accepted this cold fact, despite the countless reminders from everyone you know — including your ex, Sakura. It’s a hard pill to swallow, but eventually, you need to come to terms with it.

So her absence in your life is something you needed — and you truly appreciate it.

Check your phone for the umpteenth time in the early hours of the day. 52 missed calls from Kang Hyewon since 8:29 p.m. last night. Don’t care. You want time for yourself, to reflect on whether or not she’s the one for you. Ghosting her is the only option. As the ringing stops, the upbeat dance music booms over your earpods. The tempo transitions from quick to quicker. In response, you accelerate faster. Beads of sweat drip down, soaking your already drenched shirt.

The words of Sonic the Hedgehog ring in your head. Gotta go fast.

You might be running from your problems, but it’s only temporary. Something you need an escape from, but will eventually face one day. Sprint past the oak tree and pass through the bridge, jumping over a duck in the process. If racecars can have perfect laps on the track, so could humans around a perfectly suitable park.

Your lungs take deeper breaths. One positive from your time with Hyewon is increased stamina. At least you’re in a much better physical form than you were before meeting her.  The world around you is but a blur, objects and people looking all but physically tangible and recognizable.

A glance to your rearview and find an orange streak chasing you down. A challenger approaches. Or is it?

The figure overtakes you but not without dropping some choice words. “On your left.” She blazes past and is out of your reach within minutes. This girl is fast, you say to yourself.

But people run past each other without a second thought. It happens everyday. You shouldn’t be surprised. Your feet continue at cruise control, jogging at a suitable rhythm that doesn’t cause you to spin out of control.

You run past the local town library, its stairs you occasionally compare to that in Philadelphia. Maybe one day when you’ve got everything figured out, you can proudly climb up those steps and raise your fists to the sky like Rocky Balboa. Not today.

As your thoughts clear to the road ahead of you, you hear the same voice drop the same taunt. “On your left.” The jogger runs past you and is out of sight shortly afterward. You’ve had enough. You shift gears and sprint faster, but try as you might, she’s nowhere to be found how quicker you get. She’s fleet-footed all right, but you didn’t expect her to be a dash of lightning.

Around the park you bolt, her presence still a phantom. You begin to wonder if you’re just hallucinating the person, but such thought is immediately dashed as one look in your rearview and there she is again! Still running like a deer, she approaches you with an arrogant grin on her face. You know what she’s about to say. You can’t get around it. It is inevitable.

“Don’t you say it, don’t you say it!” Your words are full of desperation.

She doesn’t care. “On your left.”

“Come on!”

You attempt to give chase to the girl, but she’s too agile. A little effort is what you pump from your legs before they eventually run out of steam. Much like twice before, she quickly leaves you behind and is all but a tangible presence to your eyes. Now you’re exhausted and make a pitstop for the old oak tree before leaning on its trunk.

All the adrenaline rushing through your veins flows out of your muscles within seconds. Your body suddenly feels significantly heavier from fatigue. You slump on the grass, worn out and tired. After some time, the girl passes by once more. Instead of running another lap, she heads towards you, wearing a friendly smile on her face. Such a contrast to the confident and cocky teasing she’s been throwing at you while jogging.

“Need a medic?” she asks, reaching out a hand to help you.

“Not really; I could use a new set of lungs.” You chuckle as you reply, accepting her aid and being raised to your feet by her.

“Still fast as ever, Choi Yena.” You compliment her running speed. She could run laps around you all day, or anyone in your city.

“I’m surprised you’re in town! How’s city life?” She asks.

“Terrible.” Yena laughs at your implied sarcasm. Part of your statement is true, though.

“Wanna get a drink?”

“Absolutely.”

———

“So what brings you home?” Yena asks, downing a water bottle as you sit together on a park bench. “I haven’t seen you in eight months!”

“Well, things have escalated quickly since I moved to the city. I mean, I’ve got a nice girlfriend now, and—”

“Ooh! You have a girlfriend, you say?” She interrupts you. “See? I told you girls would be all over that handsome face of yours!”

Yena pinches your left cheek and suddenly it’s bright red. Always a supportive friend, even until now. She always wished the best for you, even as you went away.

“If only it was simple.” A deep sigh leaves your breath as you look down on the pavement. “You know Kang Hyewon right?”

“No? Who’s she? Is that the name of your girlfriend?”

“Well, yeah, she’s my girlfriend. But she’s also a porn actress.”

She falls away at your revelation. Her features show clear and obvious shock, yet she’s pleasantly surprised. “You got a porn star as a girlfriend? Wow! I didn’t expect you to be punching above your league, but you’re really moving up!”

“It’s not something I’m proud of, honestly.” Down some water from your untouched bottle. Sweat still flows down your face. “She probably fucks more people than I do, and she probably doesn’t love me as much as I think she does.”

Concern forms on Yena’s features. She cups your face toward hers. Same care and worry for you as a dear friend that stands the test of time. “I’m sure she does feel the same way about you. How, out of all the men she could possibly get, choose you? Surely you have something that others don’t.”

A nice compliment, but it doesn’t help you one bit. “A big dick? Please don’t play with me like that.”

“No!” She pouts, surprised at your reply. “But you seem so tender, so kind, and so gentle…maybe that’s what she needs from you. A dash of softness in the midst of all the hard things she has to go through. And I mean it in both ways, pervert!”

Yena’s idealistic answers are just what you sometimes need to hear. They’re appropriate and comforting. Just right for the situation. Then she follows through with that trademark wholesome smile, and it’s the reassurance that convinces anyone, even you.

“I guess…I’m still unsure.” You look away again towards the public library. “I love her, but what if we aren’t meant to be?”

“If it’s not her, then it will be someone! I’m sure you’ll find the one who truly loves and cares for you! Trust!” Yena throws her left arm over your shoulder, bringing you closer to her.

Time passes by as the two of you just watch events play out from across your park bench. Street lamps close one by one as dawn breaks. A bright glimmer of orange flashes through your eyes, the sun rising with all its warmth. At some point, your head instinctively leans on Yena’s, both of you relishing the shared time together as reunited friends. She was someone you could lean on for emotional support, and you were thankful.

“So, when will you return to the city again?” She asks, looking you in the eyes.

“I don’t know. I want to stay a bit longer and gather my thoughts.”

Yena feels trepidation in your voice. It’s starting to bother her too. Not even her most optimistic smile could stop it from affecting her slightly. At least she can hold you close and share the pain with you.

A gentle touch of hands makes you shudder, but only for a second. Comfort is what you need right now, and Yena is offering herself freely to give you such relief. Calm, quiet, and peaceful; perfect description of the scenery around you and between you both. You’ve never felt more at home than during this moment. And this feeling is what’s drawing you to stay longer.

Your eyes slowly trail down to your hands and behold, they’re clasped with Yena’s! You didn’t realize you were extremely close that you jolted yours away in shock. She has a similar reaction; letting out a surprised scream as it strikes a nerve in her fingers.

Her cheeks blush with embarrassment. “Ah! I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize that we were—”

“No, it’s fine,” you calm her down by cupping her face. Her profile glows redder like a stop sign. “I shouldn’t have reacted like that.”

Yena can’t believe you’re touching her visage. Her emotions are all over the place, mostly made of joy and nervousness. “Yena! You’re burning up? Are you okay?”

“I-I-I’m…I can’t b-believe…” Words escape her like an open net. Her heart could burst open at any point. A little more and she could possibly die of happiness. “Y-y-you just touched me!”

“And?” You ask, completely oblivious to her feelings. “It’s not like we’re in a global pandemic or anything. Tell me, are you sick? I’ll take you to the doctor.”

If she belonged in a cartoon, steam and smoke would be emitting from her ears. Yena’s body is going feverish from just one touch of yours. Her gummy smile comes off as animated. She could feel her urges slowly ossessing her soul and mind.

“N-no! I’m not sick! A-actually I am!” she says, face fully red as the sun. Her stuttered words sound jumbled and random.

“Huh? What’s happening? Are you okay?” you ask, still ignorant of her true feelings.

Yena cannot contain herself anymore; the repressed sentiments she has toward you bursts. And it explodes with a quick kiss on the lips. You’re caught off-guard — which isn’t a surprise at all, she’s extremely fast — and barely have time to react. Her hands press on your face; soon you’re just as bright red as she is. You’re unsure whether she’s just pulling a joke on you, or whether this is real sentimentality, but for some reason, you like it and cave into the smooch deeper, inserting your tongue into her mouth.

Love making appears to be second-nature to Yena, as demonstrated when she slides her tongue with yours in a brief tango. From there, the realization comes. She has always had some affection for you, but never found the strength within herself to confess. With the prospect of leaving again, she understood that this could be her only chance to let everything out. Come hell or high water, she wants you to know she loves you.

Kisses with Hyewon and Sakura are hot, tense, and steamy, but this one’s different. It’s pure, innocent, and loving. Each slide of her tongue into your mouth feels like an expression of sincere sentiment. Her soft hums are a song revealing the weight of her feelings. How she wished she took you when you were still around. But better late than never.

She clambers onto the bench before crashing her weight onto you, never releasing the kiss. Her lips want to make a home out of your mouth, and you happily would let her live in it rent free. Hyewon is but an afterthought to you right now.

Yena draws away, her slender body hovering above you. She unzips her white hoodie, tossing it aside on the pavement. You suddenly remember you’re in the middle of the park, right as the day normally begins for everyone.

“Yena! We’re in public and people might see us!” You attempt to persuade her from stopping. She, on the other hand, has no intention of going back. Not after this.

“O-oh! But I miss you a lot, and I’ve been wanting to tell you how much I love you,” she says, lifting her orange spaghetti strap shirt over her head, exposing her breasts. Not as huge as Hyewon or Sakura, but they’re still shapely and well defined. “I’m sorry, but I just—”

You place a finger near her mouth, stopping her words short. “No need to explain. I understand now.” Her cheeks blush a bright red once more, burning as hot as the morning sun. You lift your own hoodie over your head with your shirt, releasing your toned chest. Yena can’t help but press her hands against them, then planting a few kisses on your stomach and torso.

Gaze into each other’s eyes for a moment. Hers gleams with affection and wonder; there’s a cleanliness that you can’t help but feel sorry for. You’re gonna make her world a little dirtier. But this is what she wants.

Her fingers slide off her gray joggers while quick feet kick her shoes off. She has no shame in undressing, but somehow a sensitive love tap places her on edge. What an anomaly. Yena is fully naked, straddled to your body lying on the park bench. You can’t help but be in awe at how hot, sexy, and attractive she’s gotten. For most of your life, she comes off as this cheerful dork, but she’s blossomed into a beautiful woman.

“I’m a bit nervous, this is my first time,” she says, pulling your pants down. “I-I hope I won’t disappoint you.”

“You’ll never disappoint me; you’re my best friend after all.” You reassure her with comforting words. The role of support has twisted on its head.

Your clothing joins hers on the sidewalk. No one’s around, and there’s still no sign of life nearby. Take the leap while you have the opportunity.

“O-oh my god,” Yena’s jaw drops over your fully hard cock. “I didn’t know you were packing this much.”

Her fingers quickly cup and seize your base, eliciting a sudden moan from your lips. Are you sure Yena’s a virgin? Because the way she strokes you with precision and skill is that of someone who’s clearly done it before. Another set of digits cup your balls; heavy to shoot a thick load. You haven’t fucked anyone in two weeks, so this was a rare moment.

“O-oh, fuck, Yena, you’re really good at this!” You hiss, each word breathy and airy.

“Really?” She flashes that gummy smile again. Each praise stirs her to joy. Her fingers jerk you off faster. She wants more of your sweet acclimation. It’s like she’s got handjobs down to a science. Knowing how her body moves, you wouldn’t be surprised.

“How about this? You like that?” she asks casually, her digits pumping you closer and closer to climax.

“O-oh, fuck! Yena slow down! I don’t wanna cum yet!” You really didn’t. This side of hers is something brand new and you almost think she’s been replaced by some artificial copy disguised as her. She almost refuses to acknowledge what you demanded, continuing to yank your dick violently. Your eyes roll towards the back of your head, breaths becoming narrower and shorter by the second.

Without remorse Yena releases her grip on your shaft, stopping your orgasm short. Your body trembles. Unbelievable. That’s your description of how she took you by surprise. All her pent up feelings of love and lust were expressed by how she teased you. How she herself couldn’t profess, now she wants you to share that same sentiment.

Yena allows you to catch your breath, something the other girls wouldn’t allow you to. They normally proceed to overwhelm you. Not her. She lets you gaze into her innocent eyes, waiting for you to respond. If this wasn’t her first go, you’d be spanking her, punishing her for being naughty, but you’ll allow it to slide. Just this one time. Besides, it’s refreshing to have slow burning sex for once.

Her hand guides yours towards her face again. Under the morning sun, she was very radiant. More than before. She’d do anything not to hurt you, except what she did just now. Your fingers touch her sensitive, soft lips. Even a gentle poke is more than enough to drive her wild. But she knows she can’t go overboard. She throws her head back, allowing you to caress her freely. Now it’s her turn to quiver and roll at your nudge.

“Don’t you know how much I’ve longed for you to do that?” she says, her figure contorting to your gentle flicks. “How I wished that you were mine, because no one else liked me for who I am?”

“Yena.” You try to snap her from her daze, but fail.

Her words quickly become meaningless babble as she succumbs to the continuous pleasure coursing through her body. She becomes too engrossed in it to catch you calling her name. Heck, she becomes more aroused by your voice. You opt to not bother drawing her attention, choosing to let your hands graze down her creamy skin.

A squeeze of her right breast and she whines. Your palms press around her toned stomach, admiring her fit, tight body. Your lips are drawn to it like a powerful magnet, showering her belly with wet, sloppy kisses. She seems to like those, indicated by her fingers clutching your neck, forcing you to remain close to her. For Yena, this is a dream come true.

Your dominant urges slowly but eventually consume you. Without warning you hoist her up, shifting yourself from your sprawled position on the bench to a sitting one. Carrying Choi Yena in your arms, you set her down in your lap. Her legs take the hint, spreading themselves wide and wrapping around your waist.

She cups your face towards hers. Those round, glazed eyes. They tell you what she wants without any exposition. Keeping them open is a struggle for her. All she needs to do is say the word, and you’ll give it to her without a second notice.

If there’s anything that instantly allures you, it’s a well-timed lip bite. And Choi Yena has the best one. Shit. Your mind is set ablaze by other lewd acts you want to perform on her. She’s way too good at this to say that it’s her first time.

“Mmh…fuck…I want you inside me,” she says, words slowly coming back to her. And who are you to deny her request? Especially after how enticing her inflection is? But wait, there’s more. “Please.”

Once more carry her in your arms, angling your erect dick towards her slit. Slowly but surely you set her down, but not fully. Your tip pokes at her sensitive nub, agitating her sexual appetite.

“Oh, oh fuck! Please! Your cock! I want it now!” She cries out in agony, like a pet deprived of her food.

But the teasing isn’t finished. You love watching her beg. Relish each needy, wanton moment. It’s fun that you don’t want it to end prematurely.  Her hands, which are glued to your nape, begin slapping you in the head. She’s very frustrated.

“Did I ever tell you how fucking sexy you are, Yena?” you say, baiting her more. It works. Her cheeks burn a bright red hearing those words come straight from your mouth.

“Please! Stop teasing me and fuck me already, goddamnit!”

Her hands pull harshly on your hair. Seeing Yena spiral into a swearing, mewling mess right before your eyes is entertainment that you never wanna turn off. Keep the torment running or give her heart’s desire? The answer is clear.

Yena groans her loudest whine yet. Her moan easily overpowers yours. You’re certain her voice cracked too. Or should you say quack? Either way, her scream is enough to reach anyone within a three mile radius. Better wake-up alarm than a rooster, that’s for sure. Her body clings to you for dear life, while your dick is buried deep in her silky wet folds. You might enjoy toying with her, but you have your needs too.

“Oh my god! So fucking big! Yes! Fuck!” She cries out with great jubilation. Yena would proudly proclaim your cock out in these streets if she could.

You try to ease pumping into her, reminding yourself that this is her first time and you want her to feel comfortable. But the actions of Choi Yena’s body tell you otherwise. Out of nowhere she lifts herself from your lap, only to crash her waist down your shaft. Upon impact powerful groans depart your breaths. She wants it hard and nothing else.

Weight is but a meaningless number when it comes to fucking Yena. You let pleasure stagger whatever rational thinking you have remaining and pound her relentlessly. She does the same, slamming her hips down with consistent force that might snap your dick in half, if not completely break it. Your bodies gyrate uncontrollably, both of you seeking to chase that orgasmic bliss that escaped you for so long.

The bounce on Yena’s breasts distracts you from drilling into her. So you let Yena freely ride you hard while you dive in and take her chest, your mouth gobbling up her taut nipples. She throws her head back as you slather saliva on both tits, savoring the salty but tangy taste. It quenches your thirst, but only for a short while. You needed more.

A trail of your drool drips downward as your lips slowly climb up her figure. Kiss and pinch her sensitive collarbones, which earns you a soft moan from her. Your arms are securely coiled around her waist, relishing the soft touch of her creamy skin. Rain more smooches up to her neck and her hands start flailing aimlessly. This gives you an opportunity to soak up more of her sweat. Your tongue slides across her shoulders and armpits, lapping up every ounce of moisture from her body.

Such fluid rouses you even more. She’s drizzle in a desolate land. For the longest time, you saw Yena as a supportive, cute friend. After this, nothing will be the same. She might be your best fuck yet. Actually, she is. You didn’t need to put in any effort, she’s done it for you. Your cock remains fully hard, embedded comfortably in her walls while she stretches herself thin with your shaft.

You’re so focused on quenching your burning lust that her orgasm comes by without notice. Her wet juices flood your shaft as she whimpers and whines frantically. Even after reaching her peak, she’s still riding you as hard and as fast as ever. She closes the door to her pits by holding onto your shoulders, much to your disappointment. Oh well. The day is coming up and you shouldn’t be caught out in public, anyway.

“Please please please cum inside me already!” she says, as if she echoed your thoughts. Not that you need a reminder either.

Using your spare strength you lift Yena on your waist standing up, pumping your cock with powerful, deep strokes. From the close call earlier it doesn’t take long for you to fly over the edge. With a groan you release, cumming inside her with all your might. Thanks to her vicious handjob this feels cathartic to your needy dick. You give her what she wanted — thick flecks of white hot semen fully shot into her drenched pussy. And without a drop to spare.

As soon as you finish cumming, your legs quiver and tremble on shaky ground. Without warning your body crashes back into the bench, causing you to wince and groan in pain. The pleasure that precedes is a suitable distraction from the soreness in your ass. Both of you are a complete, disheveled, sweaty mess.

Yena buries her head against yours. Her deep breaths send chills down your spine. Cute features form the gummy smile you’re so familiar with. She’s a changed person now.

“T-thank you,” she whispers, barely audible for you to hear. Still sincere and soft as ever.

It’s this tenderness that pushes you to smile too. As she peppers your nose and chin with gentle pecks your grin slowly widens. There’s something about Yena that truly feels like home to you. It’s this warmth that suddenly coaxes you into pulling her for a deep, intimate kiss on the lips. Perhaps going away was a big mistake.

Why waste your love on the streets when there’s someone who’s been waiting all along?

“Let’s go and grab some breakfast,” you say, pulling your lips away from hers regretfully.

Her cheeks burn a never ending red. “I’d love that. Let me cook for you.”

———

“Yeah, we found him jogging through the local park when this girl suddenly overtook him. She ran past him like four, five times at least.” A black-suited man watching from behind a thick bush speaks through his hi-tech wristwatch.

“And?” A feminine voice speaks through the screen, her identity unknown.

“Well, her name was something like Choi Yena? Then they had a drink together and started having sex on a park bench.”

“I see. Good job, agent. Report back to headquarters immediately.” After the command is issued, the screen switches to the time of the day. 9:27 a.m.

“Choi Yena, eh? Consider yourself marked.” The female presses a few buttons on a panel. A large screen showing her photo is covered with a gigantic red X. Seeing the image of her new target fills her with rage. She swivels her chair away from the monitor, facing what appears to be a captive strapped to a chair, a brown sack concealing its identity.

“Once I have all three of you captured and put away, he’ll be mine again. Hehehe.”

(A/N: And we’re back! I’m a bit gutted Yena’s solo won’t be until next year, but if the other solos are any indicator, she’ll be amazing! Gonna be honest, this whole episode was completely different in pre-production. Still hope you liked it anyway. And the love maze continues…)

Delete this.vol seven.

Part of you wishes you never left home. Too many conflicts of interest. The weather appears to agree with you as well. When you left town for the city again, the sunshine quickly turned into cloudy uncertainty. Not a drop of dew fell, but the lurking feeling of downpour represented your inner anxiousness. It wasn’t apparent that you felt conflicted, putting on an act to keep Hyewon’s concern at bay. Not that you needed it—she appears to have her own interests rather than worry about you—but it’s that sneaky craftiness about her that dragged you into her world in the first place.

For the most part, she seemed neutral about your time off. No questions about people, places, or any personal info. Only the typical ‘How was your time there’ and ‘Hope you had a fine rest.’ This is fine. She didn’t ask about the 76 missed calls either. Even better. You prepared an excuse for that, but there was no mention of it. What a relief, at least for now. Brushing off your meeting with Yena should be the least of your worries.

What happens at home stays at home.

Hyewon takes you by the hand as you both enter the amusement park. For once she does not dress up as provocatively as she normally does, opting to go for a cutesy look instead. As you pass through the gate and get your arm stamped, something appears scary about the man punching your ticket. He stares at you with an intimidating glare, like you’re a wanted criminal. You try to flash an awkward, cartoonish smile to ease the tension, and he goes through the motions before you’re whisked away for some bonding with your girlfriend. As you turn back to her, he pulls out a receiver from his pocket, but you mostly ignore that strange incident and focus on what you’re doing there in the first place.

“Hey! What’s going on, love?” she asks you innocently.

That man continues to bother your thoughts, but to keep the illusion, you play it off lightly. “Nothing. The guy at the entrance looked at me funny, that’s all.”

She cups your cheek which blushes red. “Don’t worry about that, let’s go have some fun together!”

Simple words of reassurance are all that you need. With her comforting touch, you put that thought in the back of your head and follow her through your first ride.

Roller coasters were never your favorite attraction. But you power through your dislike of them for Hyewon’s happiness. It’s a nice change of pace compared to your other dates. She looks wholesome, endearing, and lovely while you wait in the queue. A subtle clicking noise catches your attention. Turns out she has her phone in hand, taking a quick snap of your idle expression. She turns the screen facing you. You somehow shifted to an adorable face without your knowing.

“So adorable,” she says while closing the camera app. “I bet you really missed me while you’re on vacation, right?”

“Sure I did.” You weren’t sure if those were the right words to say. Regardless, she takes it to heart and holds your hand again. Maybe she’ll finally settle for once when it’s all said and done.

As you inch closer to your turn in the ride, you glance at a mirror overhead. Look down before it dawns on you. Check the reflection again. No way. Probably just you overthinking things. You never saw her on the train ride back to the city. In fact, she waved at you at the terminal. The resemblance is uncanny; it’s almost like she’s actually there. Can’t be her though.

Before you deeply consider the other options, she pulls you with her to the front seat of the roller coaster. A temporary distraction from possible hallucinations. Perhaps the whiplash of a fast paced ride might snap you back to reality.

Instead, it almost snaps your neck. The fast, almost instantaneous zig-zag motion of the ride has you screaming your lungs out. Hyewon has an identical yell, but an opposite reaction; she’s shouting in joy and excitement. From the makeshift tunnels to the open burst of wind from the outside world it feels like travelling between two different places. Up and down, left and right, and at some point you go through three loops, but you forcefully cover your eyes out of intense panic.

After what seems to be hours, but in actuality mere minutes, the ride comes to a full stop. Someone taps you on the shoulder, which causes you to slightly jump from your seat and let out one more shriek. Look to your right and it’s just Hyewon, offering her hand again. “Aw, didn’t know you were such a scaredy baby.”

“Hey! I wasn’t scared, I was just…praying, that’s all.” The redness of your whole face and sweat dripping down say otherwise.

“Whatever you say, scaredy cat.” She pulls her hand away and walks off.

“Hey, take those words back!” you quickly catch up to her, flustered about succumbing to your fear of roller coaster.

You both step into the souvenir shop and walk up to the counter. The computer behind the desk displays various photos taken during the ride. Hyewon retrieves a few bills from her pocket and hands it over to the clerk. The captured pictures shift to present the two of you in front, with your long sleeved arms covering your face. She sees another opportunity to gloat and bumps shoulders with you, a devilish smirk quickly forming on her features. All you can do is snicker and roll your eyes.

She whips out her phone again while you examine the photo on display. Something piques your curiosity. A recognizable figure sits a few rows behind Hyewon. No way. It’s actually her. How did she end up following you into this park on the exact same day?

“No fucking way,” you quietly mumble to yourself. “She can’t find out about this.”

“Find out what?” Hyewon asks, then you divert your attention back to your girl. “Something up?”

You try to make your problem as unclear as possible. At least lying is a trait you’re a natural at. “Oh, well I just realized my zipper has been open for quite some time now.”

She furrows her eyebrows. “Really? I thought we weren’t supposed to be horny until we got back to our hotel.”

Lying to yourself at least. You’re not actually a good liar. You shift your gaze away from Hyewon, struggling to find any bailout or escape from your self-inflicted hole. This time, your body saves you at the last minute. Grogginess and nausea cause you to almost hurl at the mouth.

“You okay?” She asks again, her suspicion turned to concern.

You immediately make a beeline for the doors without  a word, rushing to the nearest restroom. Thankfully, there’s a pair right beside the steps from the ride’s exit. Not a second is wasted as soon as you enter a stall. A wave of your breakfast is belched down the toilet—maybe some of your organs too. The knot in your stomach tightens and not in a pleasurable manner. After a quick flush, you trudge towards the sink to clean up the filthy residue around your lips.

One wash of your face and you can see your frightened self in the mirror staring back. Behind the mask is a vulnerable, uncertain you. Both your past and present are colliding—it’s almost inevitable at this point, no matter how much you try to keep them apart. The issue isn’t about when, but how.

As you step out the bathroom after tidying up, you look up and widen your eyes in shock. It’s as if fate destined the two of you to meet here. She tilts from her phone and has the same reaction.

“Yena?”

Her cheeks redden with shyness and she places her phone in front of her lips before turning away. “Um, hi.”

“W-what are you doing here? I saw our photo on the roller coaster and you were a few seats behind us!”

She grows more flustered and more embarrassed by the second. Like a scolded child she’s facing the wall. Her mouth is binded by sheepishness. Tug her by the shoulder only to be met with a slap of resistance. You know she likes you, but to follow you all the way back to the city and even to your date is something else.

“Come on, please answer me,” you say gently with the hopes that a beam of confidence may come upon her. “It’s okay, I won’t get upset if you tell me. She won’t ever know.”

“W-well, I-I was thinking about it and I thought you needed me here in the city.” She musters up the courage to speak, though almost every word is stammered. “I felt restless after we made out in the park and I couldn’t bring myself to watch you leave again after that.”

“But I saw you wave me goodbye at the terminal.”

“I took the next departure, which was two hours after yours.”

“And how did you find out about my date at this amusement park?”

“Someone told me. I didn’t know who it was, they just said Hyewon was going to the park today.”

One reveal after another. So many more questions raised. But first, Yena. You try to pull her body directed towards yours. Though she quivers mildly, she doesn’t put up a fight this time. Her cheeks flush with a bright, pinkish glow. Your arms slowly tangle around her waist for a bear hug, which she subtly reciprocates. A pair of arms snake around your hips.

“You didn’t have to do that, y’know,” you whisper in her ear. “I’ll be fine. She’s taking good care of me.”

The shaking stops as the embrace lasts longer. Yena feels reassured with your words and even more so by your warm hug. You briefly forget that you have a girlfriend to attend to. That issue can be dealt with later. For now, you’ll do anything for your best friend.

“Listen, we can talk about this later, all right?” you mumble as you draw away from her. “I need to go back— now.”

Your voice cracks at the last word. Like a well placed trap Hyewon catches the two of you in each other’s arms. Her stare appears neutral, as if she knew something was up. Maybe she knew and didn’t tell you. She has more tricks than a magician and can maneuver you in any number of ways. Yena blushes again and looks away to the wall in shame.

“Oh. Well hello there,” Hyewon says casually. As subdued her expression looks, you’re fearful that she might snap and possibly fight her.

“L-look, babe. I can explain,” you say in an attempt to ease the tension. Predictable as it sounds, it works.

“Sure. I’ll be here all day, listening to whatever pathetic excuse you have now.” Repressed anger is apparent in her voice. She crosses her arms and purses her lips.

“Yena, you can help me explain to my girlfriend right? Hyewonnie, this is Yena, my childhood friend.” you tap her in the shoulder to get her to leave her shell, but she refuses to budge. Mentally you facepalm. Out of all the times she chooses not to back you up.

“Well, you see, me and Yena go way back. We were close friends until I eventually moved to the city while she stayed in town. I visited her last week for the first time in months and we reconnected. Look, there’s nothing between us romantically! You have to trust my word, Hyewonnie.”

Yena tilts her body slightly so that she’s partially facing both you and Hyewon. She gives a gentle nod and presses her index fingers together. Hyewon scratches her head, puzzled at Yena’s behavior. She seems the same age as her buddy, but her behavior was childlike and incredibly awkward. Your heart beats faster when Hyewon approaches you two, preparing for a possible conflict or slap in the face.

Instead she offers a hand to Yena. “It’s nice to meet you, Yena.”

Yena looks at Hyewon’s open hand, unsure if this is a trick or actual trust. The older woman flashes an innocent smile while she waits for her response. Finally the two girls shake hands, becoming acquainted with each other for the very first time.

“Nice to meet you, Hyewon. Please don’t hurt me.” Her handshake is panicky, a complete contrast to Hyewon’s professionalism. The way she trembles uncontrollably indicates how uncomfortable she still is.

“Of course not,” she smiles wider. “Anyone who’s a friend to my boyfriend is a friend of mine. Let’s go have fun together.”

The three of you collectively nod as you continue your fun day at the amusement park.

———

“Then he just dodged every hit from this drunk patron and sent him flying!” Hyewon downs a glass of champagne while speaking to Yena. She recaps to her the bar incident, which is how everything started. All of you are a few shots deep in your hotel room. “He just pulled out those Matrix moves out of nowhere, and that’s when I knew I was in love.”

Yena cackles loudly that the other guests might wake up. “Wow. That’s the first time I’ve ever heard him act remotely fast in any capacity.”

“Hey!” You shout after getting called out like that. More boisterous laughter from the two women. You’re sitting on the couch, distracted by their chatter rather than the game on television.

“Make that the second.” Yena quips. Even more chortling that slightly ticks you off. You hurl a pillow aimed at the younger girl, who keeps laughing unabashedly.

As the night deepens, in the early hours of the following day, the two women are still talking to each other while you’re in the shower.

“So, is it true?” Hyewon asks, her fingers fiddling with the inside of her empty glass. Two bottles of champagne are on the floor, completely consumed.

Yena smirks while repeatedly tapping on Hyewon’s chest. Her drunkenness gets the best of her thoughts. “Yeah. You know, you have a really nice chest.”

“Thanks. They’re natural too.”

“Wish I was born with those. Maybe he’ll like me more than he does.”

Hyewon raises her eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?”

“Y’know, we had sex in the park once and he licked my pits. Best feeling ever. I bet he fucks you hard everyday like you’re his only one. You’re lucky.”

“I can definitely say I am lucky,” Hyewon licks her lips “Big dick, nice guy. What more could I ask for in a man?”

They turn around after hearing the bathroom door open. You’re dressed up in nothing but a plain bathrobe. The gaze in their eyes shows a rapidly growing fire. Lust burns in their heart and before you know it, their hands are all over you and they drag you into the bed. Drunken lust fills their souls as their lips smear sweet strawberry flavored champagne  and lipstick over your body, fully exposed after they pull your only piece of fabric off.

A gasp escapes your breath when Hyewon’s deft hand seizes your quickly hardening shaft. “F-fuck, I just got out of the shower.”

“We know.” Hyewon licks the tip of your cock, capturing a drop of your precum. Another groan from your mouth. “Let’s do that together after this.”

Both Hyewon and Yena remove their tops as fast as they pull off yours. Two pairs of breasts bounce in your sight, your eyes following them in a rhythmic gaze. The older woman takes her phone from her bag and hands it over to the younger girl.

“Press record once I suck him off.” She says as she swirls more of your shaft. Yena merely nods and follows along with her command. The more you leak, the more white fills her plump lips. The feeling of Hyewon’s tongue on your cock never gets old.

You’re the noisy one this time around as Hyewon fills her mouth with your dick, releasing lengthy groans and moans. Yena captures each second on her phone while her free hand subtly slips inside her pants. Desperate fingers seize and clasp at air until they clasp the edge of the bed. She bobs her head up and down, your cock drenched with her saliva.

Before it gets more intense, she lets it go with an audible pop. You try to catch breath while she hops off bed to strip the remnants of her dress. Fully naked, she rejoins you again, but this time she turns to the camera. Behind it the person filming is rubbing one off, her eyes completely shut.

“Hey, look at us and read the room,” Hyewon taps a distracted Yena on the arm.

“What? Oh? Why did you stop?” Yena asks, her fingers coming to a halt. Realizing they’re both undressed, she puts Hyewon’s phone on the shelf before her own pants and underwear slide off.

Hyewon reaches for her phone and places it at a stable angle arched on the wall. “Get on his face.”

Yena is shocked by the command given to her. “I don’t wanna hurt him.”

“You won’t, trust me. Now get on his face.”

Despite her state of debauchery, Yena is mindful not to fully suffocate you when she slams herself on your face. Not that you minded—the sight of her slit would be the perfect gateway to heaven. Hyewon crawls down to your cock again, then after giving it one pump, she lines it between her breasts. These are the best restraints you could ask for.

If their rowdy laughter didn’t wake up the guests, their joyous cries certainly will. Yena shrieks when you press your tongue against her lips. Hyewon’s tits smother your dick while it pumps in and out of her warm, thick mounds. Her moans are much more subdued, airy gasps compared to the younger’s wild whimpers. Though you can’t see your girlfriend, you can definitely feel the pleasant, hot sensation wrapped around your shaft.

Babbles muffled by Yena’s slit go through deaf years as you continue to eat her out. Your unrestrained hands run through her figure before they grab a handful of her ass. Her moans echo all over the room. What’s on the television? Her erotic noise if anyone asks.

“Oh my god. You’re eating me out so good! Fuck!” Yena screams an obvious statement. Hyewon remains unfazed, her experience with you a familiar one.

Her hands cling to Hyewon’s shoulders as her body collapses from instability. That doesn’t stop you from drinking from her clit though. She orgasms first, a torrent of wet juices gush over your face, which you happily lap up. More wetness follows the deep climax. Yena’s pleasure is absolutely gratifying that her eyes roll to the back of her skull.

“Damn. That’s quite a mess you made,” Hyewon says looking over Yena’s wet work. So much squirt.

It doesn’t take long for you to join her in euphoric bliss. A few more pumps between Hyewon’s cleavage then you cum as well. Flecks of thick, warm seed fill her flesh, neck, and chin. Another audible pop as she frees your shaft from her suffocating chest. She takes a finger and gathers a sample before putting it in her mouth.

“So good.” Hyewon collects another round of semen and places it near Yena’s lips. Through her exhaustion she tastes your cum too before laying on you again. She picks up her phone and stops the video. Afterward she wiggles right beside you, placing an arm over the younger woman’s ass.

———

You’re awakened by the sound of sensual slurps and prickles in your nether region. Look below and both Hyewon and Yena are sucking your cock, their lips occasionally tangled with each other as they fill their mouths with your shaft. They notice you and stare back with wide, needy eyes, as if begging for approval.

The husky gasp you make confirms this. Stroke their dark locks for good measure. More bursts of seed slather their lips, which they enjoy together. Hyewon grabs Yena by the shoulder and makes out with her to share your cum back and forth between the two of them. To think that you were doubtful about them meeting a day before, now they’re getting along wonderfully.

A knock on the door draws your attention away as you gently shake them off before getting out of bed. Put on the bathrobe left on the floor last night and some slippers on. The bang on the door grows louder every second.

“Coming.” You yell as you head towards the door mere seconds later.

What follows next leaves you unaware and unconscious again. A masked man sprays a mysterious smoke that catches you off guard. The girls hear a loud thud and try to figure out what’s going on, but they get knocked out as well. With your bodies piled up on the floor and no one nearby suspicious, the masked man speaks into his watch.

“I got ‘em.”

“Very good.” A feminine voice answers back. “Bring them to me. Take the girls to the prison, leave the boy to me.”

“Understood.” He turns off the communication afterward.

The woman rises from her chair and walks toward the panel where a flying contraption is being developed by engineers and robotic hands. She smirks wickedly as she pulls out a photo of you and her from her coat.

“Soon you’ll have nothing left but me, and we’ll be together again. No one can tear us apart anymore.”

(A/N: Well that escalated quickly. Delete this is now down to the last two or three chapters. And the love maze continues…)

Delete this - vol eight.

(T/W: Noncon(?), Blood)

It was too early in the morning to drink, yet it had become as much of a habit as checking her phone once she woke up. Despite the opulent and lavish lifestyle, it felt empty. There was no one she could share her unbridled joy with. Perhaps it was copium to ignore her loneliness. Maybe it was a mask to hide her weakness from everyone else. Whatever the reason, the only times she was free to be herself was with herself, behind closed doors.

As soon as she set down her breakfast on one of her many wooden tables, the pink haired girl immediately reached for her half-empty bottle of whiskey. Her eyes widened suddenly when she heard a fiendish laughter echo all around the living room. There shouldn’t be a single soul in this mansion besides her, but there were far too many places she never bothered checking once.

“Somebody there?” she screams into the desolate void, dread clear in her tone.

“Somebody?” The voice echoes back her question with a sinister growl.

Her senses on edge, she puts everything down and looks up to the wide window on the second floor. She had not drunk a single shot yet; surely this must be a hangover from the night before.

“Don’t play innocent with me,” the voice continues to ring loud in her ears, sending shivers down her spine.

“Where are you?” She questions the taunting whisper, her eyes scouring around for a sign of this presence.

“Follow the cold shiver running down your spine.” It seemed like it knew that she was on edge and wanted to stir a panicky reaction from her uneasy and vulnerable self. She couldn’t help but be compelled by this ominous but compelling echo. Her gaze lingers on a collection of historical masks throughout the ages, perhaps their unusual designs were the manifestation of the devil himself.

“I’m right here!” The voice shouts, causing her to look right behind her. When she turns around, she faces herself, reflected in the mirror. Was it her?

“I don’t understand,” she speaks into the mirror, expecting an answer not from her conscience, but from a tangible entity.

“Did you think it was coincidence? So many good things, all happening for you. All for you.” She inches closer toward her reflection, still delusion that it could be anyone but herself. “Sakura.”

“What do you want?”

“To say what you won’t. To do what you can’t. To remove those in your way.”

A realisation hits her. Sakura pulls out the newspaper from one of her bathrobe pockets and unfolds it. Her heart sinks when she reads one of its headlines: Four hotel kidnappings caught on camera. Beneath it are supporting words: CEO denies accusations.

“The captives. You took them.” she whispers to herself, denying any involvement in the act.

Quickly she turns to her reflection, her features rapidly shifting between shocked and sinister. “We took them!”

“We?”

“Remember? Your little accident in your personal laboratory?”

Memories, as vague as they were, begin to reform inside her head. Though the details might be confusing, they felt real. Which they actually were. She doesn’t realise she’s talking to herself, still believing it’s anyone but her who did it. One object springs to mind. “The synthesised serum.”

“Bingo.” Sakura effortlessly switches between Jekyll and Hyde, the two personalities in her head interacting with the other ever so casually. Her body language and expressions add to the theatricality of it all. “Me. Your greatest creation. Bringing you what you’ve always wanted: Power beyond your wildest dreams. And it’s only just the beginning.”

She steps back, afraid of what she’s become, her breaths becoming deeper by the second. The reflection in the mirror says otherwise.

“Imagine if he joined us,” she says with a wicked grin before laughing boisterously to herself, allowing her inner demons to take over.

———

“We can destroy him. He is but a mere peasant to us.” The evil voice in her head compels Sakura to punish her ex-boyfriend, but she can’t bring herself to commit to the act. He’s clearly moved on, why can’t she? Her nails claw harshly to the wall, pleading herself not to follow through.

“I can’t.”

“Betrayal must not be countenanced! He must be educated.”

She turns around and questions her reflection again. Needy, but what’s done must be done.  “What do I do?”

“Instruct him in the matters of loss and pain. Make him suffer. Make him wish he were dead.”

She nods then gets on her knees. “Yes.”

“And then grant his wish.”

“But how?” Sakura crawls towards the mirror, forlorn and vulnerable to the darkness that’s all but conquered her. At this point, there’s no willpower, no resistance. What’s left is a shell of a person who’s become a puppet to her sinful, hateful self.

“The cunning warrior attacks neither body nor mind.”

“Tell me how!”

“The heart, kkura! First, we attack his heart!”

———

“Wake up. You’re not dead. Yet. Only paralyzed.”

Distorted words ring through your dizzy head as you regain consciousness. Right. The last thing you remember was a wave of fog that overwhelmed you and sent you to the ground. Sleeping gas! That’s right, it was some kind of strange mist that left you unconscious for the time being. You’re only half awake—your lids can barely make an image of their surroundings, and the voice that’s calling you sounds foreign to what you’ve heard.

Some involuntary groans escape your breath; they’re weak and low, just like you currently are. Your head tilts down faintly, but is then redirected by a strong force that’s cupping your chin. Look directly and all you see are multiple dark figures surrounding you.

“God, I remember when I used to be the one needy for you. Oh how the tables have turned.” As feeble as you are, you can perfectly understand what this person is saying.

Slowly your senses come back to life, and the picture becomes sort of clear. Freely-flowing pink hair overshadows the keen pair of wide, eager eyes watching you. A contrast to the bound up state you’re in.

“Ugh…Sakura?” you ask, strained voice searching for something, someone—anyone.

The face grins right back at you when you say her name. Of course. She knew you loved when she rocked bubblegum pink hair. You’re feeling quite stupid for not recognizing her immediately.

“Glad you still know your main girl,” she purrs right in your face. Her soft, husky voice sends tingles down your spine. Those eyes ogle you with the same loving look from all those years ago.

“What did you do to me?” you ask while struggling to move. Metallic bonds coiled around you leave you virtually immobilized. Arms, legs, waist. All completely useless. You’re all tied-up to a chair while she struts away. Her hips sway in a hypnotic manner, their movement intentional to seduce you.

“Oh, not much. Just getting what I rightfully deserve,” she says casually, grabbing a whiskey bottle on the nearby table then pouring it on a wine glass. “I’ve become rich, beautiful, and everything you wanted. Don’t you want me now?”

“Baby, I can’t do this. I’ve been trying to move on. Remember what I said? You deserve better.”

She downs the whole round of liquor then tosses it away randomly. You flinch at the crack of the glass. Her fingers play with the bathrobe wrapped around her shapely body as she returns to you.

Sakura shakes her head, unable to accept who you are now. She pouts, still anticipating a change of heart. A pair of palms grab your thighs, prompting another groan. Her grip is firm, lip bite seductive, and gaze laser focused that you can’t look away.

“Please. You’re the only thing I want. This is nothing without you. I’d never be here without you. Please,” she repeatedly pleads for you to return to her. No amount of begging, even with her dainty voice, will ever get you to change your mind. Not after what she’s done to you.

“Kkura, you know I can’t.”

She shoots daggers right in your eyes. Any answer other than the words she wants to hear is unacceptable. Her right hand claws your groin in frustration. Painful instead of pleasurable. You wonder how on earth did she end up like this? Where did this obsession come from?

Selfish insanity takes over and you see the side you never thought she had. A wicked laugh from her to your response. Still in denial. Crazy and demented. She’s completely lost it.

“If I can’t have you, then no one can. Don’t worry, I have kept them ripe for later.” Sakura whispers near your ear, body language and voice effortlessly shifting between Jekyll and Hyde. You knew who she was talking about, and you couldn’t do anything about them, or yourself. Whether you liked it or not, you’re a helpless captive under her control.

———

“Agh, that really hurt,” Choi Yena rubs her head repeatedly, the sharp migraine hitting like a beaten drum. She looks around and finds herself alone in a closed, tight room. There’s nothing of interest besides the bed she laid on and a bathroom sink and toothbrush with accompanying toothpaste on it. This wasn’t the hotel room they were in the night before.

“Oh? You’re finally up?” A familiar voice calls out and reaches Yena’s ears.

“Hey! Who’s that? Hyewonnie?” She asks, their voices reverberating around their prisons.

“It’s me, Hyewonnie! That bitch locked us all up in prison after knocking us cold!” Clear rage is evident in her shouting.

“Who’s this bitch you’re talking about?”

“Miyawaki Sakura. Business tycoon, and his former girlfriend,” another voice answers Yena’s question. “I don’t know how this crazy stupid bitch ended up with a trillion won, but I want to slap whoever thought that was a great idea.”

“And who’s that?” Yena continues asking. She’s had quite a crazy week and this is another scenario one added to that list.

“Kwon Eunbi, his ex-girlfriend too. And who are you?”

“Wait, so you’re telling me you were all his girlfriend at one point?”

“Yeah. How else would we end up here?” Eunbi replies sarcastically. Little does she know that Yena’s new to all of this. “How’d you get into his crazy sex life?”

“Well, we were friends from childhood and suddenly he came back and fucked me and licked me in the park during one of my strolls.”

“I bet that must have felt really good. Damn him. He can’t keep getting away with this.”

Yena tries turning the knob to no avail. Locked. As futile as it is she tried anyway, despite the obvious predicament she’s in.

“Where’s he now?” she asks.

“Better save your breath; I bet she’s using him as a fucktoy right now,” Eunbi answers her sardonically as the three girls hear some audible footsteps followed by a loud, brutish voice.

“Well, well, well. Looks like the three princesses are awake. Good timing, you’re just about to meet Master Miyawaki on her signal. Hehehe.”

———

Sakura loosens the robe around her shapely figure, allowing some of her nakedness to be seen by you. She does it with a playful, taunting smirk. You’ve both played this game before, with her coming out on top. She can win again, this time with less resistance from you. This unfairness is made all the more clearer when she elicits another groan from your lips after seizing your groin.

“I bet you really wanna grab these,” she whispers while squeezing her breasts teasingly. The cold, rigid look on your face has other plans. Your rapidly hardening cock says otherwise. “Too bad. I offered you friendship, and you spat right in my face.”

You feel a light lump on your body as she straddles around your bound up hips. She quickly slips off her matching pink underwear then tosses it aside. Wet. A damp sensation rises in your nether region as she brushes her lips around your throbbing shaft. Your head shakes, body shuddering, refusing to give her the satisfaction of pleasure on your face.

“Just give in already,” she demands you to submit to the bliss she’s feeling while teasing you with your dick.

This doesn’t feel right at all. None of this should and it really doesn’t. But you’re powerless to do anything against her except rebel with your defiant features. She gasps and moans, the look on her face showing satisfaction in watching you suffer. Try as you might—close your eyes, look away, tilt upward—she won’t allow you to avoid watching her get off on you.

With how needy she looked, it’s a surprise that she hasn’t fully inserted your dick right inside her. Perhaps it’s reciprocation for being played with for so long—that she wanted you to feel how agonizing it was to be without you. For a brief moment, you feel the same way. But those contemplative feelings weren’t for her.

Low, barely audible moans mask your inner thoughts. It didn’t matter that you weren’t enjoying it; as long as she had you, firmly under her grip, that was more than enough. Her fingers stretch behind your back to feel the woody surface of the chair. The other hand constantly redirects your face towards hers—a tireless habit she never grows sick of.

“God, you feel so fucking good. I know you miss this pussy too.”

No answer. Your silence says all that she needed to know. Like a flip of a switch, her joyous grin contorts to rage. The more you refused her advances, the angrier she became. She never bothered to read the signs—clear and obvious ones—and still hoped you’d want her. Not anymore. Breaking point.

An ear-splitting scream escapes you as your body shudders violently from a powerful surge of electricity flowing through your nerves. Turns out you’re bound to an electric chair against your will. Somehow she’s immune to the shock, which isn’t the most important detail right now. Anything for you, even if it means no one else can have you. She meant what she said.

“Tell me you fucking miss me!” she hisses right into your ears which start bleeding. The ringing noises make comprehending her words difficult. A few more powerful jolts and you could possibly meet an early end.

Her frustration continues to grow, even as she deliberately hurts you out of lust. Obsession too. Any perceived sanity might as well be gone. You’re overwhelmed by pain to utter a word, but she doesn’t care. What Miyawaki Sakura wants, she gets.

Another raucous scream echoes around the room and into the nearby surroundings. No one can hear you except your tormentor. You’re a quivering mess, not because of pleasure, but of a second round vicious jolt of electricity. Breathing becomes an intense struggle. You don’t notice the wide, monstrous smirk on her face. She basks in your suffering under her hand.

“I really missed you so much. You drove me crazy. You still do,” her inflection transitions from sharp to soft smoothly. A kiss on the cheek, a tender act in the midst of chaos. “Why can’t you love me again? I did it all, just for you!”

Even more pain builds up on your threshold as she slaps you in the cheek. Can’t tell how many times she did that, but each palm hits as hard as a brakeless truck. Her motives are unclear. Everything is unclear.

———

From the basement of the mansion, a loud scream peals even a few feet below. The girls’ eyes widen, their mouths agape and hearts pounding, curious at what’s happening. They know who it is. Their warden knows what’s going on too, and he can’t help but laugh and smirk.

“Poor soul didn’t deserve that,” he says sarcastically, trying to bait his prisoners into a furious reaction. “But orders are orders. You hate to see it. I wonder what he did to piss Master Miyawaki off.”

They’re having none of it. Locked in her house is one thing, intentionally capturing a lost flame to torture him is another. Sadly, all they can do is listen to his ceaseless cries of pain and agony.

“Man, I wouldn’t get on Master Miyawaki’s bad side if I were you. She’s—” the warden suddenly stops talking, his words replaced with a few short, inaudible grunts. A loud thud secedes, followed by a synchronized clicking noise. Eunbi, who just so happens to be next to the door, turns the knob and nearly falls over when it opens. Upon saving herself from a clumsy slip, she looks around and finds their guard unconscious on the ground.

“Guys, you might want to see this. I’m free.”

———

“Last chance, this is all I have left. You’re really starting to annoy me,” Sakura cups your weak, dizzy head towards her fiery gaze. “Leave them and be with me.”

All she gets from you is a low groan of discomfort. Not the answer she wanted. She didn’t care that you were hurt—that you couldn’t respond reasonably. Even with your life slowly leaving you, the only thing she’s worried about is herself and her personal desires.

“Guess I’ll have to fuck the answer out of you,” she mumbles to herself while lining her wet slit against your rigid shaft. “It’s fine, you’re merely a nice fucktoy anyway.”

If the inaudible gasp that escapes your breath when she dives sharply into your cock is an indicator, you’re completely spent to move a single nerve in your body. Much easier for Sakura to have her way with you. Like an elevator that’s winding up, she takes her sweet time before crashing with the full force of her hips. Desperate to feel every inch of you stretching her walls out, she continues to slam against your feeble frame, each impact harder than the last.

“Yes, fuck, oh fuck that’s so good!” Her screams fall on deaf ears, her devilish grin as wide as ever. Your giddy head flails loosely with each forceful ram, eyes rolled back and can barely make out your surroundings. She hisses right into your face, spit splattering on your chin, then smacks her lips against yours.

With each passing second you can feel whatever energy you have left gradually drained by her kiss. She’s completely feral—without care for anything but her own pleasure. Her hands find their way to your neck and hair, straining to pull and rip your flesh apart while she continues to ride you vigorously.

“Oh fuck, fuck, that’s the spot! You’re stretching me out so fucking well!” More hollow praises between the harsh moans from her filthy mouth. Even with the heat between your legs, you’re but a vacant toy for her personal use. None of that is her concern. She grazes your neck with her teeth, marking you as her personal property.

As she screams your name to the heavens above, your orgasm passes you by. Events are a mild blur and flash to you; as your eyes soak in the deep glare of the sun’s light, you wonder if you’ll be up there soon. Only a matter of time, right?

One more peck on the lips for good measure. Ears bleeding, red marks all over your body, and a lifeless, near dead ex-boyfriend whose presumably last shot of cum is released all inside her wet, thin pussy. For Miyawaki Sakura, it’s all worth it. Even at the cost of your life. Dying is a better fate for you than to be shared with anyone else.

Just when you think it’s all over, she pulls the trigger. Another powerful blast of electricity to keep you conscious. She revels watching you scream and quiver under her grip, just as you’ve subconsciously done to her. One round isn’t enough to satiate her neediness; only a whole lifetime will.

Sakura hops off your lap, laughing devilishly. A calm in the midst of madness, but only for a brief moment. She gingerly walks over to the table again, and from the desk she pulls out a dildo. “My turn.”

Preparing to fuck you hard, each step back to you feels like the approach of the grim reaper. She licks her lips in anticipation, placing the toy around her bush as she steadily looms toward you.

Then suddenly a powerful blast echoes in your ears. Your eyes widen. So does Sakura’s.

She looks down and finds a hole near her chest, blood rapidly gushing out. Before the realization kicks in, her body collapses with a loud thud.

Despite your frail position, your senses and life slowly return. There’s a lifeless figure on the floor and lots of red spreading out, messing up a hue of pink hair. Look up and behold, three figures—or was it four—are right there. They’re in utter disbelief, gazing down at the unconscious frame on the ground then to your nakedness bound to a chair.

When your vision becomes clear again, the first thing you recognize leaves you astounded. A familiar face, with a shaky frame, gritted teeth, gun in her hand.

“Hyewonnie?”

(A/N: One more update to go! I may have probably liked that Spider-Man rewatch a little too much to make Sakura the Green Goblin. Definitely not setting up another thing too while I’m at it. And the love maze continues…)

Delete this.vol nine.

edited by @midnightdancingsol

“Hyewonnie?”

The last hour has been too much to take in. The whole ordeal with a crazed-out Miyawaki Sakura, then suddenly she’s dead. All because of a gunshot from Hyewon, your girlfriend. Complete and utter shock makes you forget that Yena and Eunbi are also there, standing inches behind her. They, too, can’t believe what just transpired. Their gazes shift back and forth between the unconscious body on the floor and your bound-up nakedness in a chair.

“I-I-I’m sorry,” she says regretfully, her grimace gradually fading to distress. “I didn’t realize in the heat of the moment—”

“Hyewonnie! He’s still tied there!” Yena snaps Hyewon out of remorse, which prompts her to drop the firearm and rush towards you. The others follow immediately without hesitation. Seconds later, you’re freed from your restraints.

“Dear Lord, you look like you got fucked up really bad.” Eunbi hands you a pair of pants from another person that you don’t notice.

“No shit,” you sneer at her while putting the trousers on. Your eyes scan Sakura’s lifeless body sprawled out on the floor. “I was seconds away from getting actually fucked too.”

“Yeah, we know. We heard everything,” Hyewon replies as she cups your face gently. A tender kiss on the cheek complemented with delicate rubs of her fingers. Just the soft touch you desperately need after all that madness. “At least you’re fine now, baby.”

“We still have to get out of here guys! Who knows how many guards are protecting this place!” Yena interrupts your moment together, her eyes scouring the massive mansion your ex-girlfriend owns. She leads the way, running out of the living room first, with Eunbi closely following along. You make haste, grabbing the shirt from the fourth person that barely registers in your head and trail the others in their escape.

The mysterious man grabs his gun on the floor as Hyewon makes to leave. “I was supposed to get the kill, geez.”

She blushes and giggles in response to his snarky comment. “Sorry. This means a lot more to me than it does to you.”

———

Sakura’s mansion wasn’t difficult to figure out. Two flights of stairs later, your team manages to exit the front door and into the driveway. Surprisingly, there was no surveillance. No patrolling guards, no hounds, nothing. Four colorful vehicles just so happen to be parked nearby.

“Someone’s got an affinity for Mercedes,” Eunbi says as four pairs of widened eyes ogle at her little car collection. “Which one do you guys want to take?”

“Normally I’d say all of them, but how about this one?,” you say, pointing to a black sedan—the only one with four-doors—the S 65 AMG. The mysterious person tosses the keys at you, which you fail to catch as it ends up on the gravel.

“You shouldn’t drive. You’re not in good shape and we have to hurry.” Yena states the obvious, which you nod in agreement with. You pick up the keys then pass them to Hyewon. She then hands it over to Eunbi, who happily accepts it. Upon receiving them she quickly unlocks the doors and steps inside the driver’s seat. Your eyes focus on the mysterious person, who’s dashed off into the nearby forest. Before you can get an idea of who he is, a loud engine rev calls your attention.

“Who was that?” you ask, eyes still fixated on the vast greenery, wondering who that person was and why he helped you and the women out.

“No time! Hop in!” Hyewon grabs you by the arm as you follow along and climb into the backseat.

Once everyone is settled inside the expensive performance machine, a wide grin of excitement forms on Eunbi’s face. More thunderous revs as the vehicle’s powerful engine screams. She turns a few knobs and presses some switches, something that seems like a complete time waster.

“I’ve been dying to do this since they did it in the movies,” she says confidently, pumping out a few more loud revs from the luxurious sedan. She’s met with a shared scream of disgruntlement from the other women.

“Just drive already!”

Eunbi rolls her eyes at the response and sighs. “You guys are no fun at all.”

Blunt comments out of the way, the car blazes away from Sakura’s full-time mansion and part-time prison. The rocky surface stretches on for five kilometres, making the drive slower than it should be. You eventually reach smooth tarmac and one right turn later, the car does its thing: accelerate and go fast.

Despite being only two lanes, the roads are wide open for speeding, since not much is going the opposite way. The drive isn’t as eventful as it was intense. A vast, awkward silence fills out the car. Not a single word was said since the journey started, which makes sense—it’s been a long day for everyone involved, including you.

You gaze at her while she looks out the window. Sometimes you wish you could read her mind. The weary look in her eyes—a brief pause from the adrenaline of the last hour—tells you how taxed she was. Neither you nor her expected to pull the trigger, yet that’s exactly what happened: blood shed on her hands.

And what about the others? Innocent Choi Yena got dragged into the mess that is your personal life, but she seems determined to follow you to the ends of the earth. She’s had quite an eventful week. At the very least, Eunbi seems to be unfazed by everything that’s going on, so there isn’t much for you to worry about concerning her.

Your hand crawls slowly towards Hyewon, but as it inches closer your hesitation grows. Fear overtakes you; what if she doesn’t reciprocate your feelings?

Some words are better left unsaid, after all.

With a quiet, wistful sigh, you withdraw your arm and look the other way as a downcast frown forms on your face.

———

Yena is unable to keep herself calm—the restless look in her eyes while she watches the road ahead says so. While everyone else is tranquil, she quivers in her seat, uneasy and panicky. Not a soul urges her to relax, which amplifies her dread. Her fingers claw on the expensive, tailor-made leather seat, but it doesn’t help one bit.

She sees a rapidly approaching object in the distance from the side mirror, which breaks the awkward silence. “Oh my God!”

All eyes are on her as she covers her mouth in shame after screaming her lungs out. Confusion arises and questions are raised, with no conclusive final answer. “What’s going on? Yena? What’s happening?”

The growing crescendo of mixed voices overwhelms Yena, whose view is still glued to the side mirror while she curls up in her seat. She’s terrified, petrified, just about any word relating to fear you can think of. In the midst of all the commotion, you look out the window and discover a flying saucer pursuing you several kilometers behind.

“Shit.” You furiously grab and shake both of Eunbi’s shoulders, urging her to speed up. “Must go faster, must go faster!”

Even though she pushes her foot down hard on the pedal—the speedometer showing 155 kilometres per hour—it can’t go any quicker. Every single one of Sakura’s vehicles has a speed limiter digitally coded on them. The glider zigzags several miles behind you, relentless in its pursuit of the stolen vehicle.

As you continue to watch the flying object chase you on the highway, you see a tiny ball drop from where it hovers. It crashes onto the pavement then explodes several feet behind you, catching everyone’s attention.

“Holy fuck!” You scream as the pursuit develops. You and Hyewon can’t look away at the incoming downpour of destruction.

Somehow the radio finds a way to poke fun at the situation. Lyrics of a familiar song blast through the massive speakers on the door sides:

I’m the biggest hit, I’m the biggest hit on the stage

Eunbi forcefully shuts the stereo off with a punch. There’s an irksome look on her face due to the unfortunate coincidence of it all. Another bomb drops from the sky to cause another blast of similar radius. Fortunately it won’t slow you down as the ceaseless straight highway stretches into the distance.

The glider eventually closes in on you. Sharp titanium spears extend from the front, providing it with ripping power. As if that wasn’t enough to terrify you, it overtakes you from above, slashing parts of the roof off as it flies ahead of your car.

Panicked profanities reverberate throughout the interior. Eunbi remains unfazed through the uproar and powers on without hesitation. Having overtaken you at this point the glider drops another one of its cherry bombs. Recognizing this, she swerves and the car scrapes by the immediate detonation.

Pink rain falls from the sky. A barrage of bombs plummets in all directions, causing smaller but more consistent explosions on the road. Eunbi, the skillful driver she is, manages to weave around each boom and bang while keeping the vehicle as safe as possible. A valiant effort, but it’s all for naught when the glider decides to dive towards it at a blistering speed.

Instinctively she steers harshly, but it ends up nearly impaling you when the blades nearly swipe at your neck and your whole life flashes right before your eyes. The edges slashes off the backseat’s roof while the car ends up on its side on the road. Terror drowns out the background. You remain frozen like a stone while Hyewon tries to shake you out of your daze.

Either way, it’s too late. Like a vulture scavenging for food, the glider circles around you high up in the air. Unbuckle your seatbelt then step out the door whilst ignoring everyone’s pleas. You knew this was on you, and no one else has to get involved.

“This isn’t on them!” You scream towards the glider to call its attention some more. It seems to hear you, descending back to the ground until it hovers a few feet above the soil. The helmet retracts to reveal a clearly disheveled Sakura, sporting military-grade armor. She laughs callously while shaking her head. Everything about her is broken and corrupted.

“You’re right,” she snarls aggressively, her frightening stare shifting between you and the women. “But what I’m gonna do isn’t on you, either.”

Before you could speak another word, Sakura flies directly towards the damaged vehicle and grabs Hyewon by the neck. The others, paralyzed by fear, can do nothing except scream at the top of their lungs. She takes your girlfriend with her back to the skies while you run after them on the ground in vain. You watch helplessly as the glider slowly disappears into the distance.

A loud rev catches your attention. From the blur, a grey two- door Bugatti Chiron blows by yours until the lights come on, the car coming to a full stop.

“No time! Just get on!” A shout echoes from the new sight, which you comply with. You barely settle inside when it begins accelerating again at an exponentially faster speed than your escape car.

Despite the twisty winding roads up the mountain, he’s able to maintain high speeds around the tight corners. There’s so many questions you want to ask him, but given the gravity of the situation, it’d be wise to shut up and let him drive. Eventually you’re able to spot the saucer from afar, which has since slowed down considerably.

“Open the glove box.” The man commands. Inside is what appears to be a cannon the size of a semi-automatic weapon, which you grab. After you do, he opens your side of the window, wind blowing dust into your eyes that you scratch away.

“We only have one chance at this. Are you ready?” he asks, but you’re unsure whether you want to take the shot or not.

“I don’t know!” you shout in return. You’re afraid that you might possibly miss or even worse, shoot Hyewon by accident.

“Do you want to save her or not?” Is what pushes you to embolden yourself. As you decide to take the biggest shot of your life, you nod and cock the gun. The car revs as it passes the glider by a few meters, enough space to aim and shoot.

“On my signal, fire at the glider,” he says. A bead of sweat drips down your face. With gritted teeth and steely eyes, you lock in the weapon. It’s now or never.

“One.

“Two.

“Three!”

In the seconds before you shoot, time seems to freeze. No inner voice to tell you to use the Force. No flashbacks of a training montage. Only your willpower and determination. The world around you goes blank as your fingers pull the trigger. Your eyes shut involuntarily after the shot.

Bang.

Pitch black smoke spews everywhere from the glider, darkening the sky. It begins to descend under its fumes. The car steers right, away from the main road and into the lush woods to track where its eventual landing spot is.

Finally, you can breathe a sigh of relief. For now.

“That was a great shot,” the man says while patting you on the shoulder. A well deserved compliment. “You’ve been an invaluable help to us.”

“Us?” You raise an eyebrow, curious as to who these others are. He’d been alone on this mission the whole time.

Before you could get more information from him, the vehicle approaches a cliffside where Sakura and Hyewon have landed. Fumes envelop them both, which you can barely see through. You and the man get out of his car, the man pulling out his own pistol.

“Miyawaki Sakura, on behalf of MI7, you’re under arrest.” He directs his firearm towards her head. Unable to retaliate, she raises her arms in surrender. From the smoke Hyewon emerges running with wide open arms. She can’t keep her tears any longer and neither can you. You run to her until you’re together again in a deep embrace, safe and sound.

———

All you wanted was for everything to return to normal. Life goes on.

But not for you and Hyewon.

Instead of sleeping in a comfy bed, you’ve been kept inside an interrogation room for three days. Occasionally, the agent would step inside to provide food and drink for you two three times a day. He was also kind enough to give you both new clothes as well. Regardless, you were exhausted and wanted to be anywhere else but there and so was she.

Whenever you tried to question him what was happening or why you were being held, he’d brush off your questions.

Hyewon would often hold your hand as your patience was tested. Soft, warm smiles reassured you that all would be well after this.

A sharp siren means the agent’s coming inside. He walks in, foldable chair in hand, and places it opposite your side of the table before he sits down.

“Right. First and foremost, I’d like to say again my personal thanks to you and on behalf of MI7 for helping us take down Miyawaki Sakura,” he says as he looks at you. “We’ve been on her trail for years. Thanks to recorded exchanges between her and her hired hitmen, we’ve finally been able to track her down and finally accuse her with substantial evidence. None of this would be possible without you.”

No shit. She forced herself onto you and nearly killed your girlfriend, you thought.

You roll your eyes and divert your gaze away from him. “You had to wait until the last minute, right as she was ready to fuck me with a dildo.”

Hyewon quietly giggles at your sarcastic reply and delivery.

“My bad. At least it wasn’t after,” he rebutts matter-of-factly before returning to a more professional infelction. You weren’t sure which pissed you off more: the tone or the joke itself. “Now let’s get right to the matter at hand.

“Now you might be asking why we’ve been tracking her for some time,” he continues while he pulls out a folder from his coat. “Her wealth is not her own. She’s being funded by a higher power that we believe is working behind the curtains.”

Look through the documents and personal effects. There’s loads of Japanese scribbled on her bank checks and business contracts, as well as signatures that you can’t recognize. On the right side of each paper, however, is a constant moon stamp.

“They have many faces across the world. To keep a low profile, they run a philanthropic organization. However, there’s sufficient evidence that they possess illegal technology, print fake money, and have people installed across every government level of most sovereign nations.”

Each detail sounds more and more ridiculous with every new addendum. You wish you could turn off your brain while listening to him discuss top secret information straight out of a spy movie. Hyewon’s eyes glimmer with the prospect of adventure, but they dull when she sees how mentally finished you are with everything.

“So, why are you telling us this then?” you break your silence, wondering what’s your part in any of this.

“You’ve definitely caught their attention now.” the agent pushes his tinted shades back. “Sakura was a partner of this shadow organization, and with her arrest, there’s a good chance you’ll be marked until you’ve been exterminated. They’ll send who knows how many men to take you out. They have the resources to torment you your whole lives.

“With that in mind, if you join us, we’ll put you under our security until they’ve been taken down for good.”

You’ve heard worse. Your ex-girlfriend was dropping bombs and flying on gliders, for God’s sake.

“We will release you after this discussion. But please consider your options as you leave the room.”

The agent takes the documents and returns them to his coat. He then rises and grabs his chair before leaving the room, giving you two a time to talk things through.

Sigh. Turn to face Hyewon, who looks at you with deep concern. She intertwines her fingers with yours then lightly kisses your temple. As crazy as it sounds, this agent might be right. Normalcy feels like the lesser decision for you both. Perhaps it’s recent trauma from what you’ve witnessed, but after a big scare like that, it fills you with uncertainty for the future.

“Hey. If we’re doing this, we’ll do it together.” she whispers with her soft voice. You’re amazed she’s still optimistic despite the near-death experience she went through.

“I don’t know, Hyem. Everything feels like it’s too much to take in. I mean—”

A kiss on the lips to shut you up. Her smile tells you to calm down. Gentle hands trail up to your cheeks and pinch them, red as the sun. Hyewon knows what you need to think rationally again.

“Nothing’s gonna change my mind, I’d rather just be normal again,” you say as you look down to the ground. Another sigh.

“I understand. Me too.”

A siren interrupts your moment together, followed by an echoed voice from the speakers. “You may go now.”

The agent quietly follows the two of you while you exit the police station. A silver Mercedes is parked outside awaiting you both. Hyewon wastes no time to enter the vehicle, eager to head home. Your steps are smaller as an internal conflict in your head lingers within your thoughts.

Maybe this espionage schtick is what’s needed to protect her.

“Have you thought about it?” the agent asks, which draws your attention to him.

“Yeah.” Turn around to face him with a poker face. “This spy shit doesn’t sound good to me. I’m happy to have helped you guys out, but that’s all I can do.”

“Fair enough.” he says before walking towards you then patting you on the shoulder. He secretly slips in a tiny card inside your pants pocket. “But if you ever change your mind, feel free to call me.”

You nod with a subtle but friendly grin before the car’s loud horn calls you to leave. As you enter the backseat to join your girlfriend, your eyes turn back to the agent who waves farewell, which you reciprocate.

“I’m so fucking exhausted,” you say while turning to Hyewon. “I’m glad all that shit is finally over.”

“Celebration?” she asks with a fire in her eyes, one that you haven’t seen in a while. You knew what that meant.

Loud, impassioned kisses are the first course of action you make when you both enter her house. Between torrid smooches on her perfect face and soft neck you wrestle with the zipper on her black top, a difficult but rewarding struggle when it comes undone. A black bra holds her shapely cleavage together. In your arms her breasts feel like the most valuable possession ever held. Hyewon seductively whimpers in your neck, her steamy breath arousing you even more.

Her fingers tug against your shirt, desperate to undress you in return. You take the hint and allow her to lift the top over your head. Immediately after you pounce on her sexy body, forcefully pinning her against the wall, kissing down her chest and toned belly. Not even the harsh yank of your hair holds you back from worshipping your true goddess. She throws her head back, suddenly numb to pain as pleasure courses through her veins, even as she bumps the stiff partition.

High-pitched whines echo around the house when you slip your own digits between her skirt, infiltrating her underwear and slit. Nails dig deep into your nape and ruffled hair, just as she liked you, needy to hold you closer than ever before. One hand slides her restrictive clothes down her thighs, the other active in poking her sensitive nub. Push your index finger inside her a little more, earn louder worthwhile moans of your name from her breath. She’s a shaky, uncontrollable mess; her screams tell the entire neighborhood how well you stroke and pleasure her.

More.

That’s all she could ever say. And you’d happily comply. Not that you needed any motivation; her erotic noises were already enough, and so were the lustful thoughts you had of her when she sported that outfit in the interrogation room. With those nasty notions in mind, you continue to rub against her soaked clit. You don’t allow her to breathe—only take in a continuous overflow of lewd bliss.

Eventually her body fully gives in. A wave of her slick gushes out to drench your tireless fingers. Somewhere in between, her grip switches from your head to the walls; a useless attempt to keep herself from quivering madly. Like the way you pleasured her, the rain seemingly never ends. She’s so wet, deprived, and aching for you to delight and enrapture her body.

Release your grip from her cunt and taste your moist digit. Delicious.

Despite the unbearable climax, Hyewon is able to pull herself together to bring you to her level. She looks at you with half-lidded eyes filled with unquenchable desire. That’s how much she truly missed these intimate moments with you. Bright twinkles shine from her gaze, the sun setting down as well as the mood. You’re enamoured with her seductive stare that her twitchy hands sneakily work to strip your pants and boxers off. Her eyes go shut when she feels your hard shaft spring against her sensitive groin.

She lets another yelp out as you sweep her off her feet. Wrap her meaty thighs around your waist then kiss her again. You let her slit suddenly dive towards your cock, impaling yourself inside her warmth. Her nails claw your shoulders, her passionate gaze never leaving yours. One step up the staircase, you pound. Another stride, another thrust. As wobbly as you pump her, you make sure her tight, velvety walls are filled with as much of your dick as possible.

You barge into her bedroom, Hyewon still in your tight embrace, with a loud crash. Again you pin her against the wall, her wild, frantic screams piercing your ears. She’ll never let up. Neither will you.

You lose any semblance of control and finally lose yourself to primal urges. Disregard both your comfort and hers to fuck her hard. She mewls, whimpers, and twists her figure as you repeatedly impale her, fast and forceful. Wet thwacks of flesh combined with her sultry moans make a melodic song that puts you in a deeper trance. Only your inevitable end awaits.

Try as you might to prolong this heavenly, pleasant sensation, you’ll eventually reach it. To keep yourself away from the edge, you crash your lips with hers, but it only speeds up your climax. A few more powerful thrusts until you finally go blank. Eyes shut, you let your body do the rest. Groaning against her neck, you fire a huge blast of thick seed inside her womb. Your grip on her loosens. For a moment, your body forgets how to act on its own, focused on the sweet release of filling her with your cum.

Her feet delicately touch the ground while your hands can’t seem to let go of her. This gives her an opportunity to retaliate by pushing you onto the bed. It’s far too soon in the night to black out, but with an orgasm that powerful, how can you not? First wave unloaded on her, but she’s still hungry for more.

She lightly pecks you on the temple. Your favorite gentle kiss. From here, it’s Hyewon’s turn.

Cock in her hand, she pumps you back to full hardness as fast as you go soft. Still plenty to fill her with. Seeing your shaft erect for her, she flashes a wicked smirk. At least you thought she did, considering you can barely open your eyes. She won’t give you the chance to see her grin in full quality when she pivots her figure around that her back and ass is facing you instead.

Her hands grip onto your thighs. Even through dodgy vision, you can see her narrow lips, ready for a deep penetration. She steadily lowers herself onto you, each second of waiting an agonizing one. Collective grunts from you both break the temporary silence as your cock fills her ass with its girth. Your dick puppets her shapely, sexy body with involuntary yet powerful thrusts.

More or less it’s the same as when you fucked her pussy. She screams from the top of her lungs, moans, and occasionally swears. Her voice box must be made of iron with the way it never breaks. She throws her head back once more and arches her back on air. You lay idly, leisurely pumping her. A perfect view that required only minimal effort to get.

If there’s anything Hyewon wants, it’s every last drop milked from you. Severe pain in the ass be damned.

Only a few minutes later, you orgasm again. Her moan is a lot more controlled, her hands brace firmer on your legs to keep herself from collapsing. White drips from her sensitive side and onto the sheets. She gingerly rises to release your dick, still clutching on your thighs as sticky slick comes off between you two. Once it’s completely free, she gives in to her exhaustion and crashes on you with a mild thump.

The last conscious thing you feel is her light peck on your neck. Her arms wrap around you as you both finally sleep comfortably.

Running water is the first thing you hear when you regain consciousness.

1:21 a.m. flashes brightly on the digital wall clock. Hyewon is no longer by your side, but you knew where she was based on the sounds you could discern. The small, glossy prints on the floor give clear hints as well.

Quietly you rise from the bed and follow the path straight to the shower. She doesn’t react when you bluntly open the door nor does she answer when you slide the panel. This time you’re the clingy one, wrapping your arms around her from behind. Both of you let the warm water freely flow through you, having a quiet but intimate moment after the steamy session.

These personal moments are better than sex. Sure, the fucking was great and all, but these brief minutes—minutes where you both cherish each other’s presence—showed how much you love her. Not because of a chance encounter, but because you’ve grown attached to her that you can’t imagine another person in your life that’d have this profound of an impact on you. For better or for worse.

You weren’t sure if Hyewon shared these sentiments too, especially as afterward she leads you back to her bed for another round of mindless, passionate fucking, but for now, as long as you two were together, safe and sound, all is right in the world. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

———

A private jet flies across the open skies. Through sliding doors the agent directly involved with Miyawaki Sakura’s arrest moves from one quarter to the next. He pulls his phone out while he walks then takes a seat in one of the many luxurious seats.

“Well, we couldn’t get our witness to help, which is a shame, but I understand not wanting to participate in high stakes espionage.” he talks directly to his phone, the receiver an anonymous number.

“Great job with the arrest. Assisted or not, you will be credited for all the hard work.” A female voice answers him back matter-of-factly.

“So, what’s next on the agenda?”

“Mexico City. Your next target will be there.” A photo of an older man with glasses flashes on his phone. “He’s one of Sakura’s first business partners, maybe we’ll get more key information on this organization.”

“Understood, Captain.”

“What did I say about my title?” Her voice roughens upon hearing her inferior address her incorrectly.

“Sorry, I meant Director. Understood, Director Lee.”

“One of these days you’ll personally receive a punishment from me, and you won’t like it.”

“Looking forward to it.” He answers sarcastically with a light cackle before ending the call. “See you soon, Director Saerom.”

(A/N: With that, the first season is completed! I never thought I’d somehow make a plot out of a box of scraps, but here we are. Honestly, it felt like throwing darts to see which one sticks. I’ll definitely revisit it, but for now, I thought it’d be nice to have a satisfying conclusion should the worst end up happening and not end on a cliffhanger. And yes, I’m looking to expand this universe a little more, as with that little credits scene, but you’ll have to wait!

It’s insane how a random series of quickies ended up as one of my essentials in my masterlist, which is wild in itself. I can’t thank you all enough for the continued support.)

Delete this.vol ten.

Two weeks have passed.

Every night is like a repetitive loop. Days come and go, but nothing appears to change. The only deviation is that the walls are different. Identical rooms, but you end up in the same place as before. Deja vu.

As your girl, Kang Hyewon, pulls you by the hand to enter the elevator, her steps nimble and sharp, you sigh.

Here we go again.

After spending money everywhere like she has a blank check, freely splurging on luxury brands and expensive dinners, Hyewon would take you to the nearest hotel—forcefully drag you in fact. Wherever you go, the thought of being suddenly kidnapped whether it’s you or her leaves you anxious. On the other hand, she doesn’t even think about it at all. It’s almost as if nothing happened. She doubles down on the danger to the point where you stop warning her.

She doesn’t even wait until you’re both inside the hotel room to crash her lips on yours. You already expect her plump, glossy lips to leave sweet, emphatic marks on your chin and neck. Your back pinned against the wall, she begins to unbutton your shirt, her familiar but always welcome stare locked on you. She wants you to watch. Observe intently as you follow her unwillingly down a path of raw, unfiltered lust.

No words can describe how needy she has been for you. The number of times you’ve filled her with your dick are far too much to count that it’s become routine. If you could dissect her mind, perhaps your cock is the only thing you’ll ever find.

By the time you reach the ninth floor, your shirt’s buttons are gone. The lift panels slide open in half. With an innocent, cheeky grin, she grabs you by the hand and tugs you with her like her personal sex pet. It only takes a turn of a corner and five pairs of guest rooms later before you’ve got each other all to yourselves.

“My bag,” she says bluntly, her eyes pointing toward her purse. You comply and fish for the customary key card inside her clutch. She quickly takes it and swipes it against the electronic door. One pull of the knob then she drags you inside the room. As you pass the bathroom, she shrugs the handbag off her shoulder, letting it freely fall to the ground.

With a quick turn, she pivots toward you and begins to passionately smooch you on the lips once more. Her hands caress your cheeks tightly, like she never wants to release you from her grasp. You feel the same way as you sink deeper into the kiss, cupping her gently in return.

To your disappointment, she suddenly draws away from you, breaking the snog right before it becomes truly intimate. Your eyes linger on shapely figure while she unties the strap on the back of her short, tight dress. As she lets her clothing fall—leaving nothing of her nude body to the imagination—your jaw drops along with it. No lingerie or underwear either. The timing couldn’t have been any more perfect. A naked Hyewon is always a gratifying sight.

She inches close to you again to finish what she started in that elevator—remove the shirt off your back. Her eyes remain fixed on yours while she works on your pants. Even with a little struggle, she’s eager to get things started. Before long they, along with your boxers, join her clothes on the floor. Almost immediately your stiff shaft springs out, finally free of its fabric tether.

Hyewon licks her lips. One of her hands is pressed on your chest; the other gently brushes your face and hair. She remains silent while you allow her to appreciate her body. Your own palm slides down her creamy, sensitive skin—you’re sure she gasped at your soft, delicate touch, intricate in its way to give the most subtle pleasures that send chills down her spine. Once you reach her leg, you take her underside then slowly raise and hook her thigh around your waist, earning an audible yelp from her.

She tilts her head slightly, her eyes glazed with passion. Hypnotized by her delicate but alluring features, you follow. Then you gently push your lips on hers without any resistance. Your arm supports her leg while she coils it tightly around you. The other appendage isn’t idle, either—roaming the entirety of her back in every direction.

The nights you’ve spent with Hyewon usually end up the same. She fucks you relentlessly until you’re unconscious. Sometimes she turns on her camera and pounds you while recording the lewd act for her personal gain. You’re powerless to do anything back.

None of that happened tonight. Strange. Did something happen to her?

All questioning is thrown out the window at this very moment. How she kisses you, how she melts into your lips without pushing the intimate moments aside—that’s what you’ve always wanted with her. To make it feel like she genuinely cares. Perhaps she does, but not in the manner which you expected or desired. Yet here, in this quiet setting—when she doesn’t put on her wild, freaky side, when she isn’t putting on a personality for show—your qualms are gone. Sometimes you wish this was the Hyewon that you’ve ended up with since you first met.

Sliding your cock in her while passionately making out with her proves to be a bit difficult. She tries to keep your lips latched to hers when you try to part them even a little. Even so, you manage to slip it right where she wants it, earning a yelp from her. The sudden presence of your dick inside her pussy causes her to break focus and launch her head away. Her nails dig deeply on your nape and hip in a desperate attempt to remain attached to you. Not even her weight can keep you down; it’s a routine for you by now.

Bury your lips on her neck and clamp on her collarbones softly. You savor the tang of her soft, creamy skin. She’s always tasted sweet, even more now. Another whine escapes Hyewon’s mouth. Normally she’d demand you to pump her right away. Not tonight. Again, unusual from her. She just takes in the pleasure and submits to you. No opposition, no brattiness, no insistence—only at your mercy. The wide grin on her face tells you everything; she loves it a lot.

Her hand nudges the back of your head, pushing you deeper into her—not that you intend to draw away. Only when a bright red blot where you bit her do you shift your mark a little. You continue to nibble her sensitive neck and clavicles, leaving love bites all over her. More spots claimed by you. Her whine becomes a loud cry—a familiar tune that you enjoy hearing like your favorite song on your playlist. Your dick remains sheathed comfortably in her pussy without any motion. The velvety walls clench around your shaft firmly. She feels incredible when she doesn’t rush to the fucking.

You wish for more of these intimate moments and less frantic sex. Both are great, but the latter has always been more cathartic. Relish these when they happen once in a blue moon.

“Nngh.” Hyewon utters something other than a whimper for the first time since you’ve entered the room. Moments later, she loses herself to the pleasure again and lets out nothing but airy moans. Now she knows how you feel for the last two weeks.

Step by step, you lead her backwards. Not once do you break your physical link as you press her against the bedroom wall. With the sturdy frame supporting her hung figure, you can finally act. Gently you pump upward once, eliciting a whimper from her. So tight. Her tightness makes you groan. Your breath tickles her delicate neck, sending jolts all over her body. You don’t want to fill her right away, though. Not when she demands you to fuck her at full speed all the time.

Thrust up her pussy again. A second moan from Hyewon as loud as the first one. It feels strange to not hear her command, considering her neediness from moments ago. Nevertheless it’s a change of pace that you’re more than welcome with. You’re in control for once.

What starts as a couple of deep lunges turns into constant rhythm hammering inside her stretched out cunt. Slick, wet flesh claps to make noise that fills the quiet room. Not too fast, not too slow either. Between this and your teeth still biting on whatever spot hasn’t been marked yet, it doesn’t take long for Hyewon to become a whiny, uncontrollable mess. She’ll make sure anyone who hears will hear the two of you fuck.

You maintain this steady tempo as long as you possibly can. It’s not often you get to savor and relish her tightness; not when she wants it in many ways at once or when she does it for the cameras. Because of this indifference toward you, you’re able to form a mental shield of her whines, focusing only on enjoying the firmness of her pussy all for yourself. Not even the harsh tug of your hair, neck, and whatever her hands can cling to distracts you from your focused state.

Ultimately it has to end. Can’t be stuck in one position forever. And so it goes, you feel something warm in your loins.

You’re close.

Without a word, you stave off the impending collapse a little longer. Doing so causes you to clamp down harder on Hyewon’s neck, drawing out a powerful scream from her. Her eyes are slammed shut, head angled upwards toward the ceiling, allowing all the pleasure to fully submerge and overwhelm her. She refuses to admit, but this is the best fuck she’s ever had from you since your escapedes started. Despite your best efforts, you can’t hold back anymore.

Then it hits you like a sucker punch. In a split second, you’re gone.

With a deep, piercing groan, you orgasm. Her cry harmonizes with yours. Pressing your head against her shoulder, you erupt inside her suffocating pussy. In two weeks, this is the most you’ve ever shot a load in her. Even as it winds down, you still pound her through your climax. Your body refuses to quit against your internal commands. Though it’s only less than a minute, it seems to go on forever and it appears to—until it grinds to a complete halt.

With your muscles completely worn out, you release your grip around her as she puts her dangling foot down. Leaning on the walls for support, you both take a moment to catch your breaths. No words can describe how the two of you feel. That was the best sex you’ve ever had in a long time.

After such a powerful round like that, passing out would be an absolute relief. However, the night is still young. You know she wants more.

Hyewon’s head remains tilted up all throughout. She’s always been full of energy and would take every opportunity to pounce on you for round two at the earliest opportunity. Instead, you coil your arms around her back then lift her to the bed. You tow her with the pace and motion of a loader, still not fully recovered from the intensity of sex. Just as you’re about to lower her frame against the clean sheets, she’s barely able to open her mouth to make a sound other than a moan.

“The window,” she murmurs. No more, no less. She spares enough to make a plea—one you’re more than happy to comply with.

Despite the strain you feel in your muscles, you muster up the strength to lug both of you. She almost slips from your grasp a few times, but you’re able to catch her before she falls. So it’s a relief when you finally press her against the room wide glass panel. There’s nothing on the other side; only the tempered window separates you two, the bright lights, and the lively city below you.

Hyewon’s tired but satisfied expression reflects on the glass. Her orbs sparkle with the vivid nightlife. Even with the radiance of the beautiful skyline, she’s still the most dazzling view in your eyes.

Resting your head on her shoulders once more, you gingerly slip your wet shaft in her again. See her rapidly changing features mirror back. Her mouth’s agape, only one eye open as she notices you. As you grind whatever hardness you still have in her, you inadvertently squish her against the panel, eliciting a whine from her. You’re so worn out that you can’t control the weight crashing on her tight frame.

Clinging to her, your lips latch to her shoulder. Her lipstick leaves damp marks on the glass. You’re fighting a losing battle against your own exhaustion. Any minute your legs can possibly fail you. Still, you press forward, the slickness of her folds, her soft moans, and her walls clenching your cock more than enough to stir you into action.

Opposite your hotel room are some skyscrapers with lights on. Some buildings are taller than others. Maybe this why she wanted you to fuck her against the window. Knowing how much she loves attention, the prospect of random peeping toms close by arouses her.

An endless stream of profanities and the smacks of flesh delight your ears. She reaches her arm around your neck as you kiss down her upper back. The pace you thrust in her remains constant like you—slow, bumpy, and on the verge of collapse. It doesn’t help—or it does—that she backs her ass against your dick to force another orgasm out of you.

“Cum—” Hyewon’s words are cut short by the overwhelming sensation of pleasure coursing her. This high she’s on won’t end any time soon.

Her incomplete message has both meanings—to cum in her again or that she comes. Either way, it’s a win-win, because both do end up happening.

A gush of her seed coats your shaft buried inside her and that’s when you finally snap too. You follow her shortly in climax and orgasm a second time tonight, reaching your average for the last two weeks. A string of seed, both hers and yours, drips down the window panel. Athis point, you’re both exhausted to let more than airy and barely audible groans out.

You release your hold on her and stagger back towards the edge of the bed. Hyewon joins you moments later. The light impact is enough to render you unconscious. She caresses your face and tries to kiss you on the chin, but she can’t lift her head to reach you. Your neck makes for a suitable consolation, though.

———

Somehow you end up on the other side of the mattress the following morning. Gushing water is the first thing you hear when you regain your senses. Morning light gleams when you turn your head to the window.

Most importantly, there’s a wet lake that has formed on the sheets. Guess Hyewon used you while you were asleep a few more times.

Roll out of bed then reach for your pants. They’re still left scattered on the floor along with your clothes from last night. Then you draw your phone out of the pocket. You missed three messages from your childhood friend. Since then, you haven’t been in touch with the other girls after being taken to the police.

Jigumina ^_^

> Hey! How are you? I miss you, babe.

> We haven’t spoken in a while. We should meet sometime.

> Guess what! Come downtown this week. I want you to see who I am now.

Just as you finish reading the last text, she sends a fourth one. Instead of words, it’s a picture of her. You widen your eyes in disbelief. Something’s not right. Nothing graphic or horrible, but it’s enough to upset you.

“No, no, no.”

“What happened to you?”

Delete this.vol ten.

Two weeks have passed.

Every night is like a repetitive loop. Days come and go, but nothing appears to change. The only deviation is that the walls are different. Identical rooms, but you end up in the same place as before. Deja vu.

As your girl, Kang Hyewon, pulls you by the hand to enter the elevator, her steps nimble and sharp, you sigh.

Here we go again.

After spending money everywhere like she has a blank check, freely splurging on luxury brands and expensive dinners, Hyewon would take you to the nearest hotel—forcefully drag you in fact. Wherever you go, the thought of being suddenly kidnapped whether it’s you or her leaves you anxious. On the other hand, she doesn’t even think about it at all. It’s almost as if nothing happened. She doubles down on the danger to the point where you stop warning her.

She doesn’t even wait until you’re both inside the hotel room to crash her lips on yours. You already expect her plump, glossy lips to leave sweet, emphatic marks on your chin and neck. Your back pinned against the wall, she begins to unbutton your shirt, her familiar but always welcome stare locked on you. She wants you to watch. Observe intently as you follow her unwillingly down a path of raw, unfiltered lust.

No words can describe how needy she has been for you. The number of times you’ve filled her with your dick are far too much to count that it’s become routine. If you could dissect her mind, perhaps your cock is the only thing you’ll ever find.

By the time you reach the ninth floor, your shirt’s buttons are gone. The lift panels slide open in half. With an innocent, cheeky grin, she grabs you by the hand and tugs you with her like her personal sex pet. It only takes a turn of a corner and five pairs of guest rooms later before you’ve got each other all to yourselves.

“My bag,” she says bluntly, her eyes pointing toward her purse. You comply and fish for the customary key card inside her clutch. She quickly takes it and swipes it against the electronic door. One pull of the knob then she drags you inside the room. As you pass the bathroom, she shrugs the handbag off her shoulder, letting it freely fall to the ground.

With a quick turn, she pivots toward you and begins to passionately smooch you on the lips once more. Her hands caress your cheeks tightly, like she never wants to release you from her grasp. You feel the same way as you sink deeper into the kiss, cupping her gently in return.

To your disappointment, she suddenly draws away from you, breaking the snog right before it becomes truly intimate. Your eyes linger on shapely figure while she unties the strap on the back of her short, tight dress. As she lets her clothing fall—leaving nothing of her nude body to the imagination—your jaw drops along with it. No lingerie or underwear either. The timing couldn’t have been any more perfect. A naked Hyewon is always a gratifying sight.

She inches close to you again to finish what she started in that elevator—remove the shirt off your back. Her eyes remain fixed on yours while she works on your pants. Even with a little struggle, she’s eager to get things started. Before long they, along with your boxers, join her clothes on the floor. Almost immediately your stiff shaft springs out, finally free of its fabric tether.

Hyewon licks her lips. One of her hands is pressed on your chest; the other gently brushes your face and hair. She remains silent while you allow her to appreciate her body. Your own palm slides down her creamy, sensitive skin—you’re sure she gasped at your soft, delicate touch, intricate in its way to give the most subtle pleasures that send chills down her spine. Once you reach her leg, you take her underside then slowly raise and hook her thigh around your waist, earning an audible yelp from her.

She tilts her head slightly, her eyes glazed with passion. Hypnotized by her delicate but alluring features, you follow. Then you gently push your lips on hers without any resistance. Your arm supports her leg while she coils it tightly around you. The other appendage isn’t idle, either—roaming the entirety of her back in every direction.

The nights you’ve spent with Hyewon usually end up the same. She fucks you relentlessly until you’re unconscious. Sometimes she turns on her camera and pounds you while recording the lewd act for her personal gain. You’re powerless to do anything back.

None of that happened tonight. Strange. Did something happen to her?

All questioning is thrown out the window at this very moment. How she kisses you, how she melts into your lips without pushing the intimate moments aside—that’s what you’ve always wanted with her. To make it feel like she genuinely cares. Perhaps she does, but not in the manner which you expected or desired. Yet here, in this quiet setting—when she doesn’t put on her wild, freaky side, when she isn’t putting on a personality for show—your qualms are gone. Sometimes you wish this was the Hyewon that you’ve ended up with since you first met.

Sliding your cock in her while passionately making out with her proves to be a bit difficult. She tries to keep your lips latched to hers when you try to part them even a little. Even so, you manage to slip it right where she wants it, earning a yelp from her. The sudden presence of your dick inside her pussy causes her to break focus and launch her head away. Her nails dig deeply on your nape and hip in a desperate attempt to remain attached to you. Not even her weight can keep you down; it’s a routine for you by now.

Bury your lips on her neck and clamp on her collarbones softly. You savor the tang of her soft, creamy skin. She’s always tasted sweet, even more now. Another whine escapes Hyewon’s mouth. Normally she’d demand you to pump her right away. Not tonight. Again, unusual from her. She just takes in the pleasure and submits to you. No opposition, no brattiness, no insistence—only at your mercy. The wide grin on her face tells you everything; she loves it a lot.

Her hand nudges the back of your head, pushing you deeper into her—not that you intend to draw away. Only when a bright red blot where you bit her do you shift your mark a little. You continue to nibble her sensitive neck and clavicles, leaving love bites all over her. More spots claimed by you. Her whine becomes a loud cry—a familiar tune that you enjoy hearing like your favorite song on your playlist. Your dick remains sheathed comfortably in her pussy without any motion. The velvety walls clench around your shaft firmly. She feels incredible when she doesn’t rush to the fucking.

You wish for more of these intimate moments and less frantic sex. Both are great, but the latter has always been more cathartic. Relish these when they happen once in a blue moon.

“Nngh.” Hyewon utters something other than a whimper for the first time since you’ve entered the room. Moments later, she loses herself to the pleasure again and lets out nothing but airy moans. Now she knows how you feel for the last two weeks.

Step by step, you lead her backwards. Not once do you break your physical link as you press her against the bedroom wall. With the sturdy frame supporting her hung figure, you can finally act. Gently you pump upward once, eliciting a whimper from her. So tight. Her tightness makes you groan. Your breath tickles her delicate neck, sending jolts all over her body. You don’t want to fill her right away, though. Not when she demands you to fuck her at full speed all the time.

Thrust up her pussy again. A second moan from Hyewon as loud as the first one. It feels strange to not hear her command, considering her neediness from moments ago. Nevertheless it’s a change of pace that you’re more than welcome with. You’re in control for once.

What starts as a couple of deep lunges turns into constant rhythm hammering inside her stretched out cunt. Slick, wet flesh claps to make noise that fills the quiet room. Not too fast, not too slow either. Between this and your teeth still biting on whatever spot hasn’t been marked yet, it doesn’t take long for Hyewon to become a whiny, uncontrollable mess. She’ll make sure anyone who hears will hear the two of you fuck.

You maintain this steady tempo as long as you possibly can. It’s not often you get to savor and relish her tightness; not when she wants it in many ways at once or when she does it for the cameras. Because of this indifference toward you, you’re able to form a mental shield of her whines, focusing only on enjoying the firmness of her pussy all for yourself. Not even the harsh tug of your hair, neck, and whatever her hands can cling to distracts you from your focused state.

Ultimately it has to end. Can’t be stuck in one position forever. And so it goes, you feel something warm in your loins.

You’re close.

Without a word, you stave off the impending collapse a little longer. Doing so causes you to clamp down harder on Hyewon’s neck, drawing out a powerful scream from her. Her eyes are slammed shut, head angled upwards toward the ceiling, allowing all the pleasure to fully submerge and overwhelm her. She refuses to admit, but this is the best fuck she’s ever had from you since your escapedes started. Despite your best efforts, you can’t hold back anymore.

Then it hits you like a sucker punch. In a split second, you’re gone.

With a deep, piercing groan, you orgasm. Her cry harmonizes with yours. Pressing your head against her shoulder, you erupt inside her suffocating pussy. In two weeks, this is the most you’ve ever shot a load in her. Even as it winds down, you still pound her through your climax. Your body refuses to quit against your internal commands. Though it’s only less than a minute, it seems to go on forever and it appears to—until it grinds to a complete halt.

With your muscles completely worn out, you release your grip around her as she puts her dangling foot down. Leaning on the walls for support, you both take a moment to catch your breaths. No words can describe how the two of you feel. That was the best sex you’ve ever had in a long time.

After such a powerful round like that, passing out would be an absolute relief. However, the night is still young. You know she wants more.

Hyewon’s head remains tilted up all throughout. She’s always been full of energy and would take every opportunity to pounce on you for round two at the earliest opportunity. Instead, you coil your arms around her back then lift her to the bed. You tow her with the pace and motion of a loader, still not fully recovered from the intensity of sex. Just as you’re about to lower her frame against the clean sheets, she’s barely able to open her mouth to make a sound other than a moan.

“The window,” she murmurs. No more, no less. She spares enough to make a plea—one you’re more than happy to comply with.

Despite the strain you feel in your muscles, you muster up the strength to lug both of you. She almost slips from your grasp a few times, but you’re able to catch her before she falls. So it’s a relief when you finally press her against the room wide glass panel. There’s nothing on the other side; only the tempered window separates you two, the bright lights, and the lively city below you.

Hyewon’s tired but satisfied expression reflects on the glass. Her orbs sparkle with the vivid nightlife. Even with the radiance of the beautiful skyline, she’s still the most dazzling view in your eyes.

Resting your head on her shoulders once more, you gingerly slip your wet shaft in her again. See her rapidly changing features mirror back. Her mouth’s agape, only one eye open as she notices you. As you grind whatever hardness you still have in her, you inadvertently squish her against the panel, eliciting a whine from her. You’re so worn out that you can’t control the weight crashing on her tight frame.

Clinging to her, your lips latch to her shoulder. Her lipstick leaves damp marks on the glass. You’re fighting a losing battle against your own exhaustion. Any minute your legs can possibly fail you. Still, you press forward, the slickness of her folds, her soft moans, and her walls clenching your cock more than enough to stir you into action.

Opposite your hotel room are some skyscrapers with lights on. Some buildings are taller than others. Maybe this why she wanted you to fuck her against the window. Knowing how much she loves attention, the prospect of random peeping toms close by arouses her.

An endless stream of profanities and the smacks of flesh delight your ears. She reaches her arm around your neck as you kiss down her upper back. The pace you thrust in her remains constant like you—slow, bumpy, and on the verge of collapse. It doesn’t help—or it does—that she backs her ass against your dick to force another orgasm out of you.

“Cum—” Hyewon’s words are cut short by the overwhelming sensation of pleasure coursing her. This high she’s on won’t end any time soon.

Her incomplete message has both meanings—to cum in her again or that she comes. Either way, it’s a win-win, because both do end up happening.

A gush of her seed coats your shaft buried inside her and that’s when you finally snap too. You follow her shortly in climax and orgasm a second time tonight, reaching your average for the last two weeks. A string of seed, both hers and yours, drips down the window panel. Athis point, you’re both exhausted to let more than airy and barely audible groans out.

You release your hold on her and stagger back towards the edge of the bed. Hyewon joins you moments later. The light impact is enough to render you unconscious. She caresses your face and tries to kiss you on the chin, but she can’t lift her head to reach you. Your neck makes for a suitable consolation, though.

———

Somehow you end up on the other side of the mattress the following morning. Gushing water is the first thing you hear when you regain your senses. Morning light gleams when you turn your head to the window.

Most importantly, there’s a wet lake that has formed on the sheets. Guess Hyewon used you while you were asleep a few more times.

Roll out of bed then reach for your pants. They’re still left scattered on the floor along with your clothes from last night. Then you draw your phone out of the pocket. You missed three messages from your childhood friend. Since then, you haven’t been in touch with the other girls after being taken to the police.

Jigumina ^_^

> Hey! How are you? I miss you, babe.

> We haven’t spoken in a while. We should meet sometime.

> Guess what! Come downtown this week. I want you to see who I am now.

Just as you finish reading the last text, she sends a fourth one. Instead of words, it’s a picture of her. You widen your eyes in disbelief. Something’s not right. Nothing graphic or horrible, but it’s enough to upset you.

“No, no, no.”

“What happened to you?”

Delete this.vol twelve.

The next five minutes felt like an eternity.

Even the nearby surroundings seemed to understand that this was no small issue, clearing out so only the main players are seen under the spotlight. 

The front of the arcade hall has become the main stage for a rapidly brewing conflict. On one side is Hyewon, whom you thought went home when you bid farewell earlier that day, and on the other is Yena, someone you were desperate to see after quite some time. Standing in the middle caught in the crossfire of a personal dispute is Chaewon, who you assume has little to no idea about any of their issues, not even her supposed new friend.

The older woman sees her prized possession in the hands of someone else—and that possession happens to be you. 

You feel your hand loosen from Yena’s grip, yet it doesn’t relieve you of the anxiety you’re going through at that moment. They parallel each other’s steps, walking back and forth in front of you while your gaze constantly shifts between their piercing stares. It’s a standoff without any guns or weapons used. As much as you want to interject and break the tension, anything you do can possibly tip the women past their breaking point. From the eyes and cameras of passersby watching the scene unfold, it’s awkward, intense, and fiery all at once. 

You feel your hand loosen from Yena’s grip, yet it doesn’t relieve you of the anxiety you’re going through at that moment. They parallel each other’s steps, walking back and forth in front of you while your gaze constantly shifts between their piercing stares. It’s a standoff without any guns or weapons used. As much as you want to interject and break the tension, anything you do can possibly tip the women past their breaking point. From the eyes and cameras of passersby watching the scene unfold, it’s awkward, intense, and fiery all at once. 

God forbid you ever resolve an argument peacefully in your life.

Thankfully, there’s Chaewon who has other plans in mind to speak on your behalf.

“Hey! What’s going on here?” she shouts, deflecting the women’s attention to her. It works, but only for a brief moment before they lock in on each other’s eyes again.

Keeping their distance apart they continue to stare deeply into the other’s soul. Without uttering a word they want to prove that they deserve to have you—even if they have to fight their rival for it. For them, they just need you to say the word and they’ll immediately be right at each other’s throats. 

You watch in silence, unable to muster up any energy to act accordingly. Your legs are frozen, lips completely shut tight, and your heart slowly breaks while dread continues to freely roam your mind. Watching your lovers bicker and intimidate each other fills you with a despair you’ve never felt—not even when one of them was dangling off a glider in the hands of your other ex-girlfriend.

It’s not often you say this to yourself, but you wish you’d rather die than watch this continue any longer.

There’s a lot to process in such a short amount of time that you block out the world around you. Even when Chaewon’s right in your face, waving her hands and shouting about something, it passes through your ears as static noise. It’s a mind blank that doesn’t feel as satisfying whenever you orgasm in any of them, rather one where your focus is completely gone and your body refuses to collaborate with the rest of your senses.

Thwack!

A forceful right palm from Chaewon’s hand brings you back to half-awareness. Rubbing your bruised cheek with your hand, you turn to her while she glares at you with her arms crossed and her foot tapping on the ground repeatedly. 

“We still have a friend to find, hello?” she says, almost screaming it in your face. Urgency is very clear in her tone.

“Right,” you mumble back to her, your feelings and thoughts still wishy-washy with what’s most important.

Despite the uneasiness in your soul and the shakiness in your bones, you’re able to gather enough willpower to finally speak up to them. 

“I can explain this.” 

Immediately, their sharp glares turn to you like a pair of agitated beasts. For the first time, you’ve seen a vicious side to them previously unseen. Their hands clenched into fists, eyebrows curl down, and a demeanor enough to terrify a young child. You imagine that they’d rip out of their clothes and transform into monsters to quickly pounce and tear you to shreds without care—and they probably will if they didn’t have enough humanity or restraint. 

“What’s there to explain?” Hyewon sneers at you with a coldness in her inflection that you’ve never heard. “I don’t even need you to explain. I already know what happened, asshole.”

“Look, I know you’re upset at me and all that, but there are much more important things to deal with right now.”

“What the fuck are you saying?” she retorts with a constant rage in her voice. “Is this another one of those elaborate lies like your friend’s brother? You’re not a good liar, by the way. He has already recovered, dipshit.”

Your eyes quickly look to Chaewon that she’d back up your claims. She takes the hint then nods.

“He’s right,” she interjects. “I honestly don’t know what’s the deal with you two, but my friend has been missing for hours and we have no idea where she is. We’re trying to find her right now. Please, if you can just help us, then I’ll be on my way once I find her.”

Hyewon’s scowl turns to Yena who gives back a gentle nod. She realizes the sincerity in you and Chaewon’s desperation and her face relaxes to normal.

She draws out an exasperated sigh then briefly looks down. Turning to Chaewon, she says bluntly, “Okay. We’ll go help look for your friend.” But she’s not done. After speaking to her she tilts to you. “And then you’ll give me something to explain.”

Breathe a sigh of relief. There’s calm—for now.

Right as Chaewon is about to open her mouth, Hyewon interjects. “I’ll take Yena with me while you two search elsewhere.”

“Wait but what does she—”

“No, that’s fine!” Yena interrupts you. “I’ll go with Hyewon, you follow Chaewon. I’m okay with that.”

“But are you gonna be—”

“Shhh.” Yena walks toward you then whispers in your right ear. “I’ll be okay. Remember? I can look after myself. She won’t hurt me. Let’s just look for Yuri so we can all go home peacefully.”

While you listen to Yena’s delicate voice, your eyes meet with Hyewon. On her face is a disgruntled grimace while her arms are folded. She notices you fixed on her and rolls her eyes in response, shaking her head before looking away to intentionally avoid eye contact. Seeing her upset makes you upset. You know deep in your heart that this is the consequence of your actions, but it was inevitable. She’d occupy too much of your time and you never felt she genuinely loved you back. 

Yena leaves you with a soft peck on the cheek, the side Chaewon slapped, before moving to Hyewon. “Let’s hope for the best.”

“Finally,” Chaewon says. Walking toward the nearest escalator, she raises her hand and motions to you.  “Come on. Let’s go.”

“Right.” 

Following the younger woman, you wave farewell to Hyewon and Yena as they watch you go down the lift. Turning your attention to the situation at hand, you try to clear your mind of them for now. 

—————

When your presence is no longer seen, Hyewon grabs Yena by the hand just as she is about to start moving. She gasps and is stunned. Truth is, she never intended to help you in the first place and needed an excuse to have some time with her.

“We should take this somewhere private.”

Hyewon pulls Yena with her in the opposite direction, tightly holding her hand in tow, away from the arcade and towards an unspecified location.

—————

“That’s quite the story you have,” Chaewon says as you follow her close behind. While you walked around the mall in search of her friend Yuri, you’ve shared everything that’s happened—from your fateful encounter with Hyewon, reconnecting with Yena, and the whole Sakura ordeal. For most of it she nods but keeps a stony, neutral expression on her face, as if none of your adventures surprise her one bit. “I would publish that into a memoir or a book if I were you.”

You chuckle at her comment. “I wish, but I’m not really a writer.”

“Really? A lot of it sounds stupendous enough that people will enjoy it. Just omit all the sex and you’re good to go.”

“But the sex is usually the most exciting part.” Your reply causes her to laugh heartily. 

“Quite the adventurous one, are you? I can see why those girls pine for you like their lives depended on it.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know if I really need that.” Look down to the floor while you continue to walk. Your reflection is blurred under the bright lights and your constant, rhythmic movement.

“How come? Doesn’t having two girls fight for your dick feel good?”

“Well, they shared me one time and that was amazing,” you reply, looking at her while reminiscing about your brief session at the theme park hotel. “But, someday I’m gonna have to choose between one of the two, and I’m afraid to break the heart of the one I didn’t want when that day comes.”

“But this Hyewon girl? Is she not a streamer with suspicious content? Didn’t you say yourself she films you every time you have sex?”

“She does, not always, but I believe there’s more to that.” 

“She’s probably taken dick from other men while you were looking elsewhere. I don’t see the reason why you need to invest beyond just that.”

Her assumptions may be true—and knowing her she’s probably doing that as you speak—but you can’t break from the delusion you have that she secretly cares for you, especially with how defensive she was earlier. Chaewon’s the external voice of the other side of you that you try to repress against your better judgment. 

“I sure hope not.” you quietly mutter while mulling over her words.

“When does it become more than hope? At some point, you need to accept that maybe you deserve better. Yena from what I’ve seen seems like a better match for you.”

The conversation ends as she allows you to contemplate over her advice. She looks at you while your head looks down, clearly deep in thought. These ideas have often clashed, but the highs you experience with every girl make it so easy to ignore and overlook. So when it’s time to face these big, relationship altering decisions and questions, you feel overwhelmed and unprepared. 

“Wait here,” Chaewon suddenly says. You’re both standing in front of a restroom. “I’ll be back in a moment.” To which you merely nod as she walks through the narrow passage.

—————

Yena is confused, perplexed, and puzzled. She doesn’t know why Hyewon’s suddenly holding her hand harshly, dragging her along as they walk around the mall’s fourth floor. The pace at which she walks is a frantic, hasty one, as if she’s in a hurry to find a shop before it closes. Except there’s no store she has even a slight interest in, and she doesn’t seem intent on helping Chaewon and you find Yuri. 

She questions what she said. Settle it in private? What is she talking about? Is it about the incident earlier? They can easily settle it by simply talking about it openly. It’s not like anyone around will casually eavesdrop then disclose the conversation to you or her. Besides, she doesn’t know what really went down inside that karaoke bar. Unless…

Just as she tries to form a conclusion, she feels her body swerve to the side. They’re walking through a narrow hallway that leads to a bathroom. Even as aggressive as Hyewon is toward her, Yena doesn’t resist her tug. She complies without a complaint, but is rather curious at what exactly Hyewon is doing and what she will do to her. The older woman pulls her to the inside of a female bathroom, then looks around once, twice, and a few more times for good measure. The place is clean, but more importantly, it’s unoccupied and empty.

Yena observes Hyewon, who remains stoic and cold as ever. She turns around to face her for a brief moment before reaching for the door behind her then slamming it shut with a thunderous thud. Afterward, she presses the lock on the knob. Hyewon takes a longer look at Yena, who’s been completely silent the entire time. The younger woman flashes an innocent smile while her body jitters with nervousness and uncertainty.

“S-so…what exactly do you want to talk about?” she asks quietly. “Is it because you found me holding his hand? Are you even close to him or do you want to keep to yourse—”

Before Yena can finish her sentence, Hyewon pushes her body close to hers. In a second, their lips meet in a passionate, intimate kiss. The words abandon her as the younger woman sinks into the sensation of her tender lips almost immediately. They exchange melodic hums as their tongues slip into the other’s mouth to taste more. Their bodies begin to move around the wide space, never releasing their lust and grip while they bump against the sink and mirrors. Not even the brief gasp and grunts of pain they feel as they hurt themselves accidentally stop them from continuing to make out.

Eventually they find themselves inside one of the private stalls, also locking the door inside while their hands freely roam and explore the other’s soft, sensitive skin. Hyewon did not need to say anything, her body language dictated everything that her heart desired: to have Yena all to herself without any distractions. 

Yena’s body quivers violently as Hyewon pushes her against the wall of their private stall, wrapping a leg around her waist while they continue to fervently kiss and slide their tongues into each other’s mouths. She doesn’t know her intention for doing this, but what’s there to question when she tastes just as good, if not better, than her guy best friend.

Perhaps the lipstick she often wore gave Hyewon an additional advantage over you when it came to kissing. You can safely attest to this.

Hyewon cups Yena’s flushed cheeks with her warm hands, filling her palms instantly with heat. The stall trembles and quakes as the weight of their bodies press against the panels without care. No level of loudness or number of background noise, whether it was the knocks from the outside or the creaking of the walls inside can deter them from their primary focus: the other’s pleasure.

Regretfully, they mutually break apart the kiss and share a brief giggle in each other’s arms. Hyewon looks down to find Yena’s right leg coiled around her waist like a bag. She spots her exposed midriff from the black cropped shirt and shorts she’s rocking and her eyes beam with admiration and lust. 

“Been working out, huh?” she asks coyly. “Didn’t see those a couple of weeks ago.”

“Gotta do what you gotta do in case she ever comes back,” Yena replies, Hyewon nodding positively in response, as she knows what she means.

Hyewon slowly peels the denim jacket off her, followed by the black top shortly after. Yena responds by lifting the jean sleeveless shirt over the older woman’s head. With her help she unbuttons the lock on her bra as well, tossing both garments to their feet. Their eyes burn with lust over the other’s breasts, both shapely and divine, though Hyewon’s chest is noticeably bigger. Yena can’t be another second patient, taking both of Hyewon’s boobs into her hand.

“Fuck, you have no idea how jealous I am of those,” she says, giving them a firm squeeze. “I bet he sucks on them like a baby every single time.”

Hyewon laughs, then grabs hers in return. “You’re not so bad yourself. He’s quite lucky you let him have some too.”

She allows the younger woman to have a few more moments to play and admire her bountiful chest. Yena leans down to her boobs and showers each tit with plentiful kisses while rolling her palms on her mounds. She’s never felt jealous and satisfied to have a private moment like this with another girl. 

After she’s had her share, Yena frees her leg from Hyewon’s lean waist. The two work in tandem to unbutton the other’s shorts and pants, getting them off within seconds of each other. Hyewon’s left hand slides in front of Yena’s groin, close to touching the fabric of her underwear. Meanwhile, Yena has free access to Hyewon’s clean bush as she has no panties beneath.

“You ready?” Hyewon asks Yena, her fingers itching to slide inside her right away.

Yena positions her right hand in front of the older woman’s exposed clit and nods. “Let’s.”

It’s not about who enters the other’s pussy first, but instead who can create the most pleasure. Slipping through Yena’s thin underwear, Hyewon inserts a finger in Yena’s cunt, earning a moan from her. The serious expression on her lips breaks almost immediately as she struggles to slide her finger in response. Her eyes drop shut and she cries a loud moan, putting a thrilled smile on Hyewon’s face. First blood drawn belongs to Hyewon.

Eager to respond equally, through the pleasure coursing her body Yena harshly pierces Hyewon’s cunt with her finger, eliciting a harsh mewl from her lips. Her free hand clings to the thick but wobbly panel for support as they flick and swipe at each other’s sensitive spots, drawing wet juices and moans from the other. Soon their wanton cries overpower the banging and creaking of the stall’s fragile walls, echoing throughout the empty bathroom. 

Yena throws her head back, her mouth wide open as an endless stream of cries escape her lips. Her free hand clings to the wall but eventually interlocks with Hyewon’s. Between her own moans Hyewon rests her head on the younger woman’s shoulder, capturing her neck with her teeth. Another ear-splitting mewl from Yena as Hyewon nibbles into her sensitive nape until it’s marked red. Their fingers tirelessly work on each other’s nubs, perfectly hitting their needy pearls at a steady pace.

Hyewon’s body grows shaky and frenzied with each passing second. The pleasure she feels becomes too much to bear on her slim body and she can feel herself crumble piece by piece. Yena is just as close to undone as she is. Only airless sighs and harsh whimpers can express how good they are for each other.

Despite a supposed competition happening, their ends come down to a photo finish. The two women moan into the other’s ears as they reach their orgasm. Slick and wet juices coat their digits as they continue to pump each other through their respective climaxes. The sensation of their nails digging into their sore pussies is too much to let go of. Seed drips down to their clothes and on the walls as they keep fingering each other for a little longer, perhaps hunting for a second wind or peak.

Somehow, they both come to a complete halt. That second orgasm they want never arrives. Their own bodies betray their willpower.

Releasing their fingers from the other’s soaked clit, the moans are replaced by huge deep gasps for air. Yena looks at Hyewon with glazed eyes and a wide grin of satisfaction on her face. And for the first time today, Hyewon beams with complete joy.

In that moment, they completely forget that they shared you.

—————

“Thanks for waiting.” Chaewon’s voice echoes throughout the hallway, calling your attention. 

“No problem—woah.” Your eyes widen at the sight of Chaewon’s new outfit. It fits her tiny frame perfectly and is reminiscent of a rider. When you first met her, she was wearing casual clothes, now she looks like she’s ready to steal some jewelry or something of identical value. Admittedly, you think she looks very sexy. In fact, she is.

“Okay, I got a distress text from Yuri in the bathroom,” she says, completely oblivious that you’re ogling her from head to toe. “She says she’s in the basement parking lot. Come on, let’s hurry.”

Nod and trail her close behind. Again. Occasionally, your eyes would take a glance on her round ass peeking through the leather of her outfit, but she seems unaware of it throughout. You trusted that she was completely ignorant of your actions, but you’ve seen enough from other girls that their moves and actions are deliberately planned to set you up. 

After a couple of lift rides down, you find yourself in the mall’s basement parking. Except there’s a second level beneath, which Chaewon motions with her hand you follow. Now you’re at the second underground floor. The massive lot doesn’t house as many vehicles as the first basement, but there’s still a sizable amount of cars parked. Still, there’s a large amount of unused space and for the most part, completely empty. Perhaps the vehicles belong to the mall staff and security, not visitors.

Chaewon walks through the silent and lifeless lot, her gaze shifting left and right in search of Yuri. No sight of her friend. You follow along, even searching the different interiors of the vehicles, but even in such a noticeably huge space, not a single person can be found—not even guards or other cars passing by.  For a moment it seems like you’re too late.

She turns to face you, retaining her stoic expression. “Wait here.” Then she twirls around again. 

You had nothing to do except to look at the dead surroundings around you while Chaewon walks away, presumably in search of Yuri. Once she gets a fair amount of distance from you, she raises her right arm toward her ear. For a brief moment you wonder what she’s doing but mostly shrug it off right after and mind your own business. 

While you wait there, you briefly wonder about Hyewon and Yena’s situation. Where are they now? Retrieve your phone from your pants’ pocket, and just as you’re about to type a message, a foreign hand grabs your wrist forcefully and suddenly stops you in your tracks.

Chaewon’s in front of you again. 

“Put that phone back.” She orders you sternly. 

You raise your eyebrows in confusion. “What? Why?” 

She moves a step close toward you, prompting you to glide back. Her black high heel is a couple of inches away from stabbing your foot. Even though you keep her at arm’s length, her hand doesn’t loosen its grip on yours.

“I said put it back,” she retorts, this time with a little more anger.

“What do you mean?” Your voice echoes throughout the empty basement while you backpedal from her. With each stride you take, she struts forward in response. Eventually you find yourself on the edge, back nearly pinned to a colorless wall, unable to retreat any further.

Throughout the petty ordeal her clutch on your wrist never relaxes. In fact, she’s one strong flick from breaking your arm. For such a tiny frame like Chaewon, she’s surprisingly potent. Everything about her radiates power—her icy cold demeanor, the sternness in her inflection, and of course, the strength she packs in her deceptively skinny muscles.

Pushed to the brink, you have no choice but to give in. 

You comply and return your phone back to your pants. Only after it’s fully pocketed inside does she retreat her arm. Looking at the frown and sharp glare on her features, it’s not enough to please her.

“Now you’ll do as I say,” Chaewon says with gestures from her hands. “Put your arms up.”

“Wh—”

A vicious slap to the cheek cuts you off before you let a complete word out. Despite her shorter stature she sizes you up like she’s in full control. Afraid to piss her off even further, you oblige her command and lift up both your arms. 

“What is this—”

“Did I tell you to speak?” Chaewon leans her face close to yours. She shuts you up again. Her ice-cold stare brings the fear of God down your soul. Though you have the size advantage, you can’t capitalize on it. Your will is as flimsy as wet paper.

She drops to her knees while her gaze turns to your pants. After taking a good look at them, her fingers begin to work quickly. Belt and buttons go off in rapid succession, but not your trousers just yet. 

Taking your belt in her hands, she rises up to your level, then wraps the leathery strap around your raised arms until they’re tight enough that you can’t break free. All the while you remain silent, with a few beads of sweat flowing down your face either from the heat of the basement or from the tension you feel from everything happening right now. Occasional glances show her steely resolve intact while she imposes her will on you. 

Returning her gaze to yours, cupping your turned face to meet hers, she says, “If you’re a good boy, I will let you have a piece of this.” 

Her other hand grabs the zipper of her black latex outfit. The neutral but stern expression on her lips turn into a devious smirk. Her confidence is showing brightest—she has you under her grasp and she knows it. Tilting your head down to make sure you never look away, she begins to lower the velcro down until the middle of her chest.

Your eyes widen at the sight of newly exposed flesh behind tight, restraining fabric. No cleavage, no lingerie, just her light, petite breasts—a mere fraction of it—ready to be freed. Chaewon’s small tease is more than adequate for blood to rush into your nether region, even though it’s against your free will. Watching you grow hard for her fills her with utter satisfaction.

“Fucking knew it. You like what you see?” 

Mindful of her punishments from moments ago, you nod energetically with approval. Her beaming grin stretches longer. 

“Good. Now keep still.”

She drops to her knees again, determined to finish the work she started. Wasting not a second longer, she undoes your pants in record time and pulls them down to reveal your raging erection poking within your boxers. Her eyes blaze at the sight of your stiff shaft with curiosity and excitement.

“Oh my God. That looks huge.”

Slowly her serious, authoritarian tone begins to fade as lust devours into her. Tugging down your briefs frees your hard cock, narrowly tickling her chin. Meanwhile you watch helplessly as Chaewon takes mental pictures of your dick, savoring your hardness before preparing to ruin herself and you with it.

You brace for what she’s about to do, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths. A part of you refuses to give in to her seductive wiles, but it’s too little too late for that.

Chaewon’s luscious lips graze the tip of your sore shaft. Any semblance of dread, fear, pain, or hurt disappears right in that instant. If you were a stronger, wiser person that knew better, you’d be punching yourself for succumbing too easily to the advances of every woman that you meet. At the same time, you enjoy the thrill of experiencing that familiar, pleasant sensation from new blood. You’re far too easy to please.

She licks deeper into the hardness of your length, making sure to taste and moisten every spot, every vein, every part of you. Your bound hands, unable to bear the weight of bliss and just you in general, crash down. Now they desperately brush and grab onto her raven colored bob. Vicious waves of pleasure cause you to throw your head back and arch your back against the worn out wall while groaning a heavenly tune that echoes all over the empty parking lot. Every fleck of precum she collects she returns in kind with spit until your whole cock is fully coated with her signature written by tongue. Her hands aren’t idle either. While her mouth takes you in, they cup your balls to determine how full you are.

“Fuck, I can see why those women fucking jump for you. Hell, I would too if I was one of them,” she mumbles between slurps. “I really fucking hate Yena for keeping you a secret.”

Desperate nails clutch harshly on her dark strands, ultimately grabbing a fistful of hair while she continues to suck your cock. Her head bobs back and forth, an occasional croak escaping her mouth when your entire girth pierces her throat. She blows you with such intricate pace and precision that you can feel yourself close to exploding.

“God, what a fucking amazing cock. Did they ever blow you like this?” she asks seductively. 

There’s no denying that you’ve never received head this unbelievable—not even from your lovers.

Through gritted teeth and hitched breaths, unable to suppress the moans from departing your mouth, you reluctantly utter, “N-no.”

Her eyes light up with excitement at your response.

“Thought so. Now use my head and fuck my face.”

Following her command is second nature to you, even if it has only been an hour. Your hands dig into the back of her skull, pushing her into your sloppy shaft. From there, Chaewon gags and chokes more and more as you forcefully thrust her head without control or restraint. Tears well up from her eyes as she keeps taking you in, her croaks bouncing off the as loud ringing delightful to the ears. 

“F-fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you hiss through muted groans, feeling that familiar lump in your stomach. Not long ago you blew two loads into Yena and yet you still have plenty to fill down Chaewon’s mouth.

She doesn’t respond at all. She continues to plunge her back and forth as your cock fades in and out of her mouth, essentially resigning you to an inevitable climax. Chaewon’s become one of your girls: shameless, needy, and desperate to be satisfied with your shaft only.

Just as you’re about to succumb to your bodily delights, she releases your dick with an audible pop. Giving your tip one spit, she takes you back in shortly after. Keeping the frantic and chaotic pace, you slam your shaft inside her mouth for another minute. Multiple layers of her spit and tears spread all over your dick. She doesn’t need to gaze into your eyes to beg for you to finish. Your primal urges only remind you to complete the job.

And with one last emphatic pump, you do.

Roughly clawing her hair, you fill her mouth down to her throat, ensuring she’ll never lose a single drop of seed. Your body tightens and sticks to the walls while your shaft fills her windpipes with a torrential wave of cum. Chaewon chokes and croaks while swallowing your semen without any resistance. Your throbbing cock continues to pump more loads down her gullet to the point where you feel like she’ll drain you empty with just a simple blowjob. She doesn’t get the opportunity to gather it all, only to drink it up like a refreshing beverage. 

When you finally blow your last load, your dick draws away from her freshly painted lips, this time silently. As your senses return to you, you look down to a gratified Chaewon on her knees with closed eyes and a wide, content smile on her features. Not a drop of cum wasted, just like she would have wanted if she ever told you. 

After relishing the taste in her mouth, she opens her eyes to meet yours. “Fucking delicious.”

Chaewon gets up to your height, cups your face, then crashes her lips on yours. Surprising, both the sweetness of her tongue and the quickness she takes hold of you. Yet you don’t really sink into her like Hyewon and Yena do. Though it sounds hypocritical considering the sin you’ve willingly submitted to, something about intimately kissing her would feel very wrong.

Breaking the kiss, now she fixes her lustful gaze on you. Her hands return to that damned zipper. 

“Now you want your reward? Take me.”

Pulling the hook all the way down, Chaewon then pushes the loosened fabric of her outfit off her shoulders. It flows down cleanly to reveal the rest of her prized body, completely naked and ready for you. She leaves nothing to the imagination; your wandering eyes immediately laser in on her petite breasts, lean hips, and clean bush. You just want to seize her and fuck her from every position you can possibly force her in.

And your dick follows, becoming instantly hard again.

She also frees your locked hands from the belt then drops it to the floor. If only you weren’t in an empty mall parking lot, the rest of your clothes would surely follow.

But she does the trouble of undressing you too, stripping your shirt off to leave you as naked as she is. Then she kicks the latex outfit away from her ankles. Now there’s nothing left between you two. 

“Tell me where you want it,” you say as you gain a semblance of control on her by grabbing her shoulders. 

“Ass.”

No more, no less. 

Swapping positions, you first pin her to the wall then flip her body around that her back is in view. Ogle her shapely ass. Even in such a small package, Chaewon has an absolutely rocking body you’d absolutely pound without any limits. 

Her words stop you from taking more mental pictures of her. “Put it in me already.”

You wanted to slap her cheeks in retaliation, but that’d be too much. Besides, even in her lust-fueled state, there’s a good possibility she’d snap and tie you up again. After briefly stroking your shaft, moistened and lubed with her saliva, you line it between her narrow entrance. Grabbing her light frame with your other hand, you pull her with you a couple of inches away from the wall, then bend her upper half like a ladder. Her hands prop to the walls as you return yourselves into your original position.

She glances at you again, impatiently waiting for you to fuck her. Even without words, the disgruntled sighs and grumbles she makes tell you to hurry up. And wait any longer she won’t.

Plunge into her asshole. Both of you groan loudly as even through your sloppy entry, she feels incredibly tight and almost impenetrable. Between this and the sex you had with Yena earlier, your cock has taken one too many beatings in a day. For a moment you think about settling for her pussy instead but you’ll never hear the end of that. 

Then the pain becomes pleasure, which stirs your passion up. There’s more you’ll get out of her if you can push a little further.

Holding her hips, you impale her down to your sheath. Your collective moans grow louder and louder, echoing all over the dead parking lot. No one is in sight to catch you, but you’ll certainly draw attention with how noisy you both are. Chaewon’s whines turn into ear-splitting screams as you thrust in and out of her tight walls. With her body firmly secured in your grasp, your grubby hands move back down to cup her cheeks. They take turns to grasp and squeeze her meaty flesh.

“Oh my God! Fuck!” 

Chaewon is completely engulfed by endless streams of pleasure coursing throughout her body. Any piece of dominance she previously asserted on you is completely gone. 

“Fuck!”

She continues to fire profanities between deafening moans and sharp, airy hisses. Meanwhile, you grow comfortable inside her ass and ramp up the pace, drilling her faster. Like her, you shut your eyes and let your body do the rest, savoring every jolt of pleasure that shocks you with each vigorous thrust. 

“Fuck yes!”

Chaewon’s cries of bliss compel you to piston her even quicker. Her whines combined with the echo of flesh against flesh fill your ears with a melodic tune you never get tired of, whether it’s her or the other girls. You continue to relentlessly pound her firm walls, already sure you’d break faster since you’d blasted in her mouth several minutes ago.

But you don’t. You continue to fuck Chaewon from behind longer than you’d thought.

In the midst of all the commotion you thought you heard the sound of the elevator. A possible uninvited viewer. In any other situation you’d come to a complete halt, but the sensation of her tight asshole deserves your whole attention more than a simple clink and ding.

You’re so far gone to realize you’ve marked her ass with red thanks to the tight squeeze of her cheeks. From beneath you her body quivers uncontrollably, feeling imminent release. Her hands are no longer attached to the wall.Instead, her face is screaming pleasure at the walls. She doesn’t alert you to her orgasm as her juices spill out and wet the pavement as well her heels. Nevertheless, it doesn’t distract you from chasing your own high again as you persistently pound her through her climax, determined to get that second release of euphoria into her. 

“Fuck!”

It hits you earlier than you expected. This time you’re the one shouting a curse of both pain and relief as you follow her orgasm. After a sharp grunt, you let out a drawn, prolonged sigh as you give in to your carnal desires again. You make sure to fill her with the fullness of your cock to ensure it doesn’t drip a single drop of cum. Holding her hips, you erupt for the second time, filling her with just as much load in her asshole like you did her mouth. She quakes with each burst of white seed you pump into her.

As you wind down from your high, your thrusts stagnate until you finally come to a full stop. Your hands still on her hips, you use her to keep yourself balanced. Chaewon’s taken more out of you than Hyewon and Yena have. Your head feels dizzy from the heat of both the sex and the environment. It’s still a basement parking lot after all.

“Oh my God. That was—oh my God.” Chaewon’s completely stupefied by how hard you’ve fucked her and how much cum you’ve blasted in her. Admittedly, so are you. If she asked you for another, you’d happily oblige.

She pushes you away slightly. Her upper body still partially bent, she gathers her outfit from the rough floor. Not your clothes, though. 

“So what do I get out of this?” you ask, picking up your garments one by one. “What even just happened?”

No reply. She collects her black suit, then puts her latex fit back on. From the high of pleasure now you’re puzzled. What even was the point? You assume she only wanted to fuck and not actually help her out. 

“What the hell? Did you really just make an intricate lie just for me to fuck you?”

Chaewon looks you in the eyes. Her icy-cold stare and stony demeanor is back. Instead of retorting, she merely walks away like nothing happened.

“Chae! What did you want from me? What is even going on?” you yell. Again, not an answer from her. She’s stopped caring about you or why you’re even here in the first place.

She actively avoids making eye contact with you. Her pace quickens toward the elevator. While you push up your pants, you repeatedly scream out her name. You’re confused, agitated, but most importantly, frustrated, especially at yourself. 

You should have known better.

Your screaming extends as far as when she enters the elevator, but she closes the lift just in time to completely evade you. Exasperated, you bump your fist against the metal panel. The brief jolt of pain is nothing compared to the distress in your heart.

Now you’ll have to answer to Hyewon and Yena and explain what went down.

Except, how can you explain anything? 

And more importantly, how can you explain yourself?

—————

“I’m not gonna lie, he’s so fucking good. He filled me up so fucking well. God, I wish I had him all to myself.”

“Shut up. Now, tell me if those bitches are fighting.”

“Not right now, but my partner definitely has it covered. She snuck in while he took me from behind to record the footage.”

“Good. Soon they will fall apart from the inside, and then he’ll eventually run to me and ask for me back.”

“But seriously, Kkura. I’m worried about you. This is a waste of resources and energy for one man. You could just find another. I don’t even think he’s that good looking, anyway.”

“And what did I say about slandering our target? That’s strike one.”

sigh “Ugh. Okay, whatever.  But what if the organization finds out?”

“They won’t. And trust me, he will come to me on his knees and beg for me to love him again. For now, retreat. I will speak to Yuri now. Excellent work.”

“Thank you, master. Kim Chaewon out.”

(A/N: I’m back. <3)

(Okay, I promised that I wouldn’t post anything until May but the last few days have been a remedy for my mind. I’m at the point where I’m finally ready to meet you again. I want to share all my feelings but maybe I’ll save those for my one year special blog in about three weeks. Thank you as always for reading and for your continued support. 🧡)

Delete this.vol thirteen.

Knock knock knock.

Knock knock knock.

Knock knock knock.

A couple of casual mall goers bang against the metal door relentlessly. They’ve turned the knob a handful of times to no avail. Desperation and urgency are clear on their faces as they repeatedly cry out for the door to open. Another lost minute, maybe two, and they’ll completely lose it—both their tempers and their bladders. One of them manages to get in touch with a nearby janitor, who hasn’t returned with the promised key to open the locked room since. 

Inside the locked women’s bathroom, within one of the private stalls are Hyewon and Yena. Not even the ceaseless knocking and bashing of the door from the other side can stop them from indulging in each other’s passionate desires. They’re both on their asses, taking deep, heavy breaths from exhaustion. Disheveled clothes crumple together on the opposite side of the cubicle. A massive lake of messy slick has spread widely everywhere, leaving rivers and trails on the panels and the floor. It has been half an hour since they started, and they have no intention to stop any time soon. 

Their fluttering eyes meet for the umpteenth time, fueled by their still brimming lust for each other. There was much to question from Yena, who was seemingly puzzled about Hyewon’s sudden turn of character when she took her by the hand to their secret paradise. Yet in the heat of the moment, when the older woman dives in to suckle her saliva-lathered breast, she forgoes any other thoughts to allow nothing but pleasure to fill her mind. 

Hyewon snakes her finger back into Yena’s sore cunt, marked with both red and white. She didn’t need a full view of her pussy to ease in; it is almost second nature for her hand to dig into her again. Yena throws her head back with bliss against the frail panel, jaw dropped, while an airy, prolonged sigh escapes her breath. The past half-hour has been a concierto of erotic moans, whines, and whimpers, the empty bathroom being the main stage of their sexual want. So it comes as little surprise when Yena has nothing but air left to give. Doesn’t matter as she still feels just as hot and overwhelmed like it was the first time.

Meanwhile, Hyewon’s lips switch back and forth between the younger woman’s mounds. Making sure they both receive the attention and love they deserve, she continues to suck and lick on her taut nipples, squeezing them with her free hand to add heightened pleasure onto Yena. She contorts and tosses her almost lifeless body around, shuffling her spread legs and arms like a ragdoll. Even as tired as she is, they still move with a craving for that familiar high she relishes and savors. 

“Fuck, mmph, so good,” she whines. Not the first time Hyewon sucked on her breasts, but her praise still drips with so much need and satisfaction. 

The boom on the door grows louder. Hidden under the thumps are muted voices, muted by said knocking and their own erotic noise. Still latched onto Yena’s right tit, Hyewon’s fingers poke faster into the woman’s sensitive nub, fueled by the urgency and thrill of possible intruders coming in to see their mess on the bathroom floor. She manages to get a shrill out of the younger girl’s mouth, cracked and broken like she is. 

Both women hear a clank on the door that is immediately forgotten as Hyewon furiously flicks her slick filled digits into Yena’s aching cunt. Meanwhile, Hyewon moves up to Yena’s collarbone to gently nibble into her clear, sweaty skin. The younger woman pushes Hyewon into a deep embrace against her frame as she braces herself for yet another climax. 

It was gonna be close. Yena was close. The impatient mall-goers are moments, if not seconds away from coming in. She hopes that she can hit her high right before their private moment of intimacy is abruptly cut short. Her breaths become shorter, more uneasy, almost as if she’s going through a panic attack. 

Then she frees her pent up need and lets go.

The door slams open. Hyewon peers through the narrow space of their private lavatory, while her fingers, now coated with another wave of Yena’s wet juices, relentlessly stroke her through her orgasm. With quick thinking, she covers Yena’s mouth right as she releases a deep, prolonged audible moan. They are able to get by without drawing attention through their sound, but not the pool of cum leaking all over the floor, as well as the pile of their clothes visible on the other side of the stall say otherwise.

Three pairs of feet enter the bathroom. The two women waste no time entering the other unoccupied private stalls without care or thanks. The other, a male janitor that one of the women sought for, takes a whiff of the surroundings. For a moment, his suspicion is raised. Something doesn’t seem right; there’s a waft of unusual smell emanating throughout the room. Sure, he’s cleaned up much worse scents before, but this is an unusual odor for the overworked cleaner. 

He shakes his head as he turns around, then proceeds to walk out, while he mumbles to himself, “They don’t pay me enough to deal with this shit.”

Inside the rightmost stall, the one closest to the door, two pairs of eyes observe as the steps gradually quiet down. The two women, stuck in the cubicle with their bodies still intertwined with sticky juices glued to their skin, look at each other for a brief moment, before bursting into a mild giggle, willfully oblivious of the presence of the two other women with them in the bathroom. 

“We should really get out of here before we’re caught,” Hyewon says to Yena, to which she nods in agreement.

The two women waste no time to clean themselves up to the best of their situation and ability. Their wrinkled and crumpled clothes absorb and pool the wet stains spread all over their bodies. Hyewon leaves the cubicle first, followed by Yena moments after. A freshly placed tissue roll is stripped clean as the twosome wrap their bare, gooey flesh with thick, wide sheets of toilet paper. They hastily tidy their hands, skin, and face free of their physical filth, yet there’s not a single moment of regret in their dirty minds. 

A click of one of the other stalls precedes a snap and bang of the cubicle door. Out comes one of the women, breathing a sigh of relief after holding their bladder in longer than anticipated. 

Hyewon and Yena feign ignorance, disregarding the “stranger’s” appearance as they sneak out. Until—

“Wait a second,” the woman utters out, causing them to freeze within half an inch of the bathroom door. Makeshift scarves and bandages around their arms, shoulders, and necks remove any semblance of subtlety and camouflage.

“Hey, Yena! Why are you wrapped up in toilet paper? Why is she wrapped up in toilet paper?”

She turns around to face her, but does not make eye contact with the woman. Her eyes grow saucer-like, fingers twirl in panic, and a cartoonish smile flashes on her features. 

“Don’t tell me you’re—” 

“No! It’s not what you think it is!” Yena blurts out, echoing her panicked response throughout the room. She realizes that it’s Yuri, the person that they were looking for.

“Hey, it’s okay to come out like that. I’m your friend, remember? Besides, I’m not gonna tell anyone unless you’re comfortable expressing yourself.”

“Wait. Yuri? Is that you?”

“Who else would it be?”

“We were looking for you! Or, you know, Chaewon and my friend were looking for you.”

Hyewon turns around when she hears that it’s actually Yuri behind them. Raising her hand ever so casually, she says, “Hi, Yuri.”

Yuri smiles back at Hyewon. “Hello. I assume you’re Yena’s girlfriend?” 

“Not really, we were just looking for you at Chaewon’s behest, then we got a little sidetracked.”

Yuri nods off while her gaze lingers at the woman, noticing the obvious wraps of tissue from head to toe. “I can tell you girls really got sidetracked.”

“Yeah I don’t know about that.” Yena rolls her eyes at Hyewon, who remains stone faced. “Anyway, we should tell him and Chaewon that we found you now,” she continues, pointing her thumb at the open exit.

“Okay. I don’t understand the panic, but sure thing.”

The two girls exit the bathroom, leaving only Yuri and one other person in another stall behind in the bathroom. Said cubicle’s door opens to reveal Kim Chaewon, hiding along the whole time. 

“Great work,” she says to Yuri, smirking at their plan’s success. “We got them where we wanted.”

Yuri softly nods and smiles innocently, showing a notable lack of enthusiasm in comparison to Chaewon. 

“Something up?” Chaewon raises her eyebrows in confusion. “You still have the footage, yes?”

“Of course.” Yuri pulls her phone out from her shorts’ pocket, then hands it over to her partner. 

“Very good. Now let’s finish them off.” 

Chaewon briskly struts out the bathroom, leaving Yuri all alone. Though it’s her role and mission, she can’t help but feel guilty about doing this to such innocent people. Morality has held Yuri back from being an effective mole, unlike her more focused and cold senior. 

“Where are you? Come on!” Chaewon’s echo reaches even her from the narrow bathroom hallway.

“A moment!” she yells back before putting her conscience aside and joining her again in their assignment’s completion.

—————

Fourth floor. The elevator’s electronic bell jingles before the panels part for you. To say you felt nervous would be an understatement. 

Regardless of how you feel about Chaewon using you for her own pleasure, while sharing some of it with you, you did not want to face Hyewon and Yena after what you have done. No amount of reasonable arguing can convince either of them that you were manipulated and trapped into a corner by someone you thought was trustworthy. After all, this wouldn’t be your first time getting caught in such a very awkward position. Everyone’s in a bitter mood, and one wrong word will open the floodgates of chaos on all parties involved, which will include you.

With each second you don’t receive a text or call from either of the girls, the more you grow comfortable and relaxed. There’s a decent chance she might not be found by the end of the night, and a lesser risk of your lewd act getting exposed. As the night dawdles on, the  stores close and visitors slowly leave one by one, you still do not find any of the other women nor receive any messages from anyone. At this point, there’s only an hour left before the mall closes. Another 60 minutes remain before you can run a victory lap, at least for the time being.

But just as quickly as it shone, your hope is immediately dashed away.

Your phone buzzes with a call from one of your girls. It’s Yena. Whip it out from your pocket. Afterward, with a gulp on your throat, answer. Red usually casts danger, but for you, it flashes green on the tiny screen instead.

Ignoring the dread lurking in your psyche, you muster up the strength to answer formally. “Hello?”

“Hey, babe! Great news! We found Yuri! Chaewon’s here with us too. Come meet us at the food court, and let’s have dinner together.”

Your eyes widen and your heart drops upon hearing the worst possible answer. Chaewon’s with the girls, most likely keeping your secret act within a shoulder’s grasp, probably ready to fire away when you’re around. Perhaps she’s already told them—but it’s highly doubtful. Yena sounds too joyful and happy over the phone to know, and knowing Hyewon and her somewhat jealous attitude, that can only mean one thing. 

“Yeah, that’s, uh, good to hear.” Your tone steadily drops from formality to panic as your brain struggles internally, indecisive of what to do. “I’ll—um, uh, um—see you in a bit.”

You immediately hang up after you stammer through your sentence. You did not want to face them at all. Sure, it’s cowardice and weak of you to do, but you lack the will to confront or even look them in the eye, even after you hid your intent to meet Yena from Hyewon in secret. It’s all too much for you to deal with, both mentally and emotionally. 

So, what now? Take the high road, be brave, and meet them, or go the easy way, run away, and distance yourself?

After all the time you spend thinking, when these crucial moments last an eternity, the answer is clear and simple.

—————

Open air has never felt more comfortable to your tense lungs, unlike the suffocating atmosphere of the crowded mall. 

You’ve switched your phone’s ringer to silent, only for you to power off instead a couple of minutes later, freeing you from the invasive calls and messages of anyone. Now it’s only you and you alone to ponder—to think, to contemplate, to reflect.

Walking by the park river’s edge, your reflection on the water blurs whenever you take a brief glance at it. Perhaps it’s nature’s interpretation of your wishy washy, fluctuating mindset. Seeing an unclear version of you projected on something as pure as water—maybe it’s such a reach that you might as well call yourself Reed—but it’s a sign that you’ve been going around consequence free. Sure, the others might have suffered due to your actions, but you’ve barely felt any sort of guilt for them, nor have you really been accordingly punished based on whatever universal laws are when it comes to karma. 

Remorse comes after the fall. Now it’s your turn to trip over your decisions.

Soon you find yourself seated on a park bench along the river, with the spotlight of a streetlamp brightly set completely on you and the empty night sky as the backdrop. No stars can be seen anywhere you look; it’s nothing but utter darkness, devoid of life, light, or shine. Nature’s second reminder that your soul and heart are bleak and in the dim.

The cold waft all around you sends sharp chills coursing throughout your body. Not even the thick brown sweater you bought at the mall can warm you up adequately. Rub your shoulders for extra heat, to no avail. Your breaths escape your mouth as a thin cloud of icy air. You’re not homeless, but you can feel your bodily functions gradually cease, sinking you further under the frosty pressure and leaving you glued to the bench.

Either your heart stops from the stress of your situation or from the cold winds hitting you everywhere like a relentless storm. Whichever comes first. You were ready to accept death’s embrace.

But moments before you fall unconscious, a still voice snaps you out of it—saving you for at least another minute.

“Hey, babe! Why are you lying on a park bench late at night?”

The voice doesn’t belong to anyone you’ve been used to for the past few days and weeks.  Though your vision is blurred, you can see a shapely frame with hands on her partially bent knees, her head tilted to the right, and with big, worried eyes ogling at you.

“Hrnghh.” Slurred babbles take the place of what should have been coherent language.

She moves her left hand from her knee to one of your arms, wincing at the immediate chilly sensation. Your body was as cold as an icicle.

“Shit, you’re really cold. You need some warmth, ASAP.”

Returning to normal standing position, she removes her thick jacket from her shoulders, then drapes it around you like a blanket. She proceeds to sit you up on the bench to make sure you properly wear her coat. Somehow, the brief taps when her hands graze your cheek, neck, and fingers are warmer than the jacket itself. It’s enough to strengthen your lifeless body back to life—albeit partially. You still needed the help of her hands to get up, as your legs remain as still as stony pillars. 

The next half hour doesn’t register in your brain. Two pairs of feet walking side by side, your hands clasped with hers while whispers fill your ears, followed by a brighter light reflected in your eyes and the quietness of your surroundings turning to mild chatter and noise—those are the only things your senses are able to discern. Most importantly, you feel significantly warmer now; the unforgiving cold has seemingly passed by. 

“Come on, drink up.” 

She places a thick paper cup in front of you. Her soft tone compels you to follow. A sip of the offered beverage and seconds later, the strong punch of caffeine causes your head to throb, snapping you back to reality. 

Everything is clearer. In front of you is the one you expected to see the least, yet she’s with you again, with a bright, homely smile on her features.

“Eunbi.” 

You call her name out like she’s your guardian angel. She was. She still is.

She extends her hand out to reach you, which you allow her to grab. Holding your left hand with hers, she makes you caress her clear, lovely face. Her blushed, cozy skin is more than enough to bring you back to reality. 

Look around and you see crowds of people seated and standing everywhere. Varying scents of different energy boosters make it evident that you’re inside a heated cafe somewhere around the city. Outside are a bunch of parked cars and a lengthy queue waiting for their turn to come inside. Admittedly, you haven’t been to this part of the downtown district, which was normally home to a bunch of rich punks and tryhard influencers and posers—at least that’s what Eunbi said before. Seeing their over the top outfits and phones out, taking photos every five seconds, confirms her claims of this place.

“Jeez, if I wasn’t out dying in the cold, I’d think you were trying to show me off to some random poser,” you jest, releasing her grip from your hand. 

She giggles at your joke. “Guess you’ll have to pay for the coffee then, poser.”

“No, I’m not paying for shit.”

“Like you paid for that ugly sweater?”

“Hey, I was in the mood for a nice sweater, you—”

Eunbi chuckles heartily to deafen herself from your retort. When you see her laugh so lively, you can’t help but simply take the loss and roll your eyes instead, with an annoyed sigh. 

When she stops laughing, her gaze returns to you, doe-eyed and curious in expression. She sips her coffee while her fingers poke your hand. 

“Tell me,” she takes a swig of her beverage, “what’s going on? I’ve never seen you look this distressed.”

“Well, shit went bad real quick,” you say, looking outside while stirring your beverage with the teaspoon in your right hand. 

“How come?” 

“You’d be surprised. To be quite honest, I’m surprised you haven’t shown up until now, but I should have expected as such.” You sigh, preparing to share quite a rollercoaster of a tale you had. In fact, this day alone is a ride in itself, and she hasn’t been in touch with you since the arrest and interrogation, which was around two to three weeks ago.

She raises her eyebrows and her warm, welcoming smile turns to a frown. “What happened? I want to know.”

Another sigh departs your lips. You turn to face her with a sincere, worn out look in your eyes. “Not here, this place is too loud.”

“You sure?” Her eyes widen when you propose to scoot out of there. “You looked half-dead five minutes ago—”

“I’m sure I’m fine,” you say as you get up from the chair, leaving half a cup of unfinished cappuccino behind before you remember and take it with you. You leave her and head for the entrance and exit doors. Eunbi frantically grabs her drink then trails close behind, uneasy that you might pass out again from the cold exposure outside. 

—————

Her fears are eased when you eventually tell her what happened as you roam the lively streets of downtown, headed for her apartment.

“And yeah, that’s how I ended up on a random park bench where you found me.”

She tilts her head back while nodding and her jaw partially slacked in awe. “Poor you., Hyewon’s really putting you through the ringer.”

“Mmm.” Another sip of your coffee. “I really am starting to question if she really loves me or not. I mean, she’s done nothing but use me to de-stress and pleasure herself in between dates. Then Yena called, and she somehow felt offended that I had the audacity to be with a friend. But then Chaewon came in and piled more on the whole situation for me.”

Eunbi looks away from you and turns to the road ahead, lifting her arm like a toll to forcefully stop you from crossing mindlessly as a car speeds by. When the coast is clear, you continue to stroll together, like you used to do when you were still in love.

“That’s tough. I’m sorry about that,” she says while casually tossing her now empty cup into a trash bin. “I bet you really regret meeting Hyewon now.”

You pause, unable to reply to her right away. Despite the qualms you have with Hyewon, you can never really admit or confess any regret about being with her, especially since you left Eunbi for her. 

“I mean—” you try to form some coherent answer, but your brain refuses to work for you. Instead, it leaves you with nothing. “Well, you know—”

“I get it,” Eunbi interrupts. “Conflicting, torn feelings can suck, and you know what? I feel you and I totally understand.”

“What do you mean by that?” you ask, stopping in your tracks, then facing her.

As if your steps are synchronized, she halts too. Unlike you, she’s still focused on the path forward. 

“When you said you wanted Hyewon over me and left, I thought I could easily move on. But that proved to be a complete lie. I still felt something missing when you were no longer around, and I believed you were happier when I wasn’t around to bother you, especially when that mad bitch Sakura did what she did. So I stored my feelings somewhere, hung around in these parts, and dated some guys here, but they just confirmed my thoughts: I simply couldn’t think about you when I was with them.

“I never deleted you from my contacts, but every time your name appeared, I was always tempted to press that button. I wanted to hear your voice. I wanted to see you. I thought you’d be happier that way. I feel terrible now, because I refused to trust my instincts and called you. If I had known you were being treated like that, I’d have pressed that button without hesitation.”

A single tear falls from Eunbi’s right eye. Her shoulders quiver, not from the cold, but from pain—emotional, remorseful pain. 

She leaves you in utter disbelief. Much like you and Yena, you shared pent up feelings. In Eunbi’s case, she never took the opportunity. But you also know, it’s that one button, one trigger, that caused the dominoes to fall one after another for you.

“No,” you mutter as you wrap your arms around her waist in a warm embrace. “No, no, no. You did the right thing, Eunbi. I’m going through this because of my own decisions. If you called, I would be in a worse position than where I am right now—”

Out of nowhere, Eunbi takes your face and pulls you in for a passionate, romantic kiss on the lips. Sweet lips and her warm taste make it impossible to resist. You’re unsure if this was an elaborate trap or just an impulsive action straight from her heart, but the way she poured herself out to you makes you believe in the latter. You’ve known her for the longest time; she wouldn’t pull the rug from under you like the other girls like that.

Humming in her mouth as you continue to make out with your old flame, you break the intimate kiss to leave a soft peck on her upper lip. “Gosh, Eunbi. I can’t do this.”

Her pleasure-filled eyes open up like a light bulb. Red quickly fills up her face, her cheeks completely burning and flustered. “What do you mean?”

“Babe, did you not hear what I just said? I’m in deep shit right now. Hyewon and Yena are looking for me, so I’m running away. Who knows what Chaewon might say to them. I can’t face them right now. What am I supposed to say? I ran out so I can fuck you?”

She pauses for a brief moment. Then, she reveals the answer you’ll inevitably say—and regret.

“Yes.”

Then she drags you back in for another intense makeout session, sliding her tongue in your mouth to capture a taste she craved for so long. The coffee in your grip is all over the concrete floor, traded for the fabric of her thick, white button-up shirt. Any form of possible guilt is immediately gone when her lips are all over yours, consuming you like her favorite flavor of lipstick. 

—————

Before you begin to make a mess and an indecent scene in the streets of downtown district, you both make a run for her apartment, which is thankfully a couple of streets away. When you do end up inside her flat, you both make a beeline for her bedroom, with your hands all over each other’s bodies and your lips repeatedly crashing in turbulent succession. 

Push her down with such sheer force that she bounces up when her back smacks the shaky bed. She hasn’t changed it, even after all these months. Because of the sex you had with her, it loosened and became shaky and unstable today. Now you hope it won’t break apart when you kick it up again for the first time in a good while. You join her in her makeshift trampoline, diving in with your whole weight, creating loud squeaks from the rocky mattress.  

Eunbi rolls over beside you, extending an arm to wrap around your belly. Her face inches away, she whispers in your ear, “Let me ride you.”

“Yes.”

She wastes no time, hooking her hands on your pants’ zipper and buttons, pulling them down along with your boxers. Her eyes light up at the sight of your free erection, a sight she’s familiar with, yet she looks at it like it’s the first time seeing your hard cock. 

“Fuck, I missed this so bad.”

Kick down your undergarments off the bed. Eunbi straddles herself around your waist, unbuttoning her shirt in seconds to reveal a black bra holding up her cleavage so well. Her hands reach around her back to quickly unhook her lingerie just as quickly as she revealed it. You groan audibly at the view of her huge breasts, exposed and ripe for your visual pleasure. There’s no doubt that she had the largest and shapeliest chest out of anyone you’ve ever loved and ever will. 

“Needy, are we? I guess you miss me too,” Eunbi quips at your reaction to her mouth-watering chest. Can’t really blame her, you still think about them in your off-time.

Then her hands slip under her bright red skirt. You don’t get a little peek of whatever underwear she wore—not that her sharp, shapely curvature were an annoying distraction whatsoever. The two globes in front of you demand your whole attention, and you weren’t going to give less than all of yours.

Except you’re thrown off by the sharp, wet sensation of her hot slit reacquainting itself with your stiff cock. 

Eunbi gasps, slams her eyes shut, and her nails dig into your ugly sweater. You join her in melodic bliss, releasing a heavenly sigh as her cunt slowly rubs against your shaft. Patient as you are, if you had control, you’d take her in without any hesitation.

With each exhalation and increased friction between cock and slit, Eunbi’s chest expands and gravitates closer to your face. If not for the hot, exhilarating rush down your groin, you’d pull yourself in and suck her taut nipples. At this point, you’re done waiting. You need her. Now.

“Eunbi, please, take me in already,” you hiss, scorching her neck and chest with words full of desperation.

She hears your demand and wastes not a second longer. 

Eunbi lifts her hips up, then lowers herself down steadily, until you both feel yourselves in each other for the first time again. Both of you have never felt warmer with the other’s presence. A collective groan fills the air as she buries her pussy down to your hilt.

“Fuck, this cock feels so deep!” she says, crying out as if you’d entered her like it was her first. You immediately feel her tight, pulsating walls suffocating your shaft with an iron grip. Satisfied, you submit to the pleasure surging through your nerves and allow Eunbi to take over the rest.

Her hips buck and gyrate, grinding down on you at a steady rhythm. Your hands clutch at her wooly skirt, prompting her to sway her body still riding you with such intricate precision. Slowly, the dress flows down her bent legs until she takes hold of the fabric from your grasp, before she tosses it aside, joining the rest of your clothes in a forgotten pile. 

Without any obstruction left, Eunbi proceeds to ramp up her tempo, riding you quicker and quicker. Her nails return to your poke through your ugly sweater, likely intending to ruin it, much like she’s gradually ruining you. Wet juices intertwine with your cock impaling her dripping pussy, stretching her walls thin along the way.

Her moans are a breath of fresh air from the ear-screeching noise of the outside world. With each slip of your dick in and out of her, it becomes easier and the sound of flesh against flesh resound louder, recreating a melodic tune that you missed so bad. 

“Mmm, that’s it, fill me up again and again.”

With her hands firmly planted on your chest, and her cunt demanding full control of your cock, there’s very little resistance you had to offer. Though she carries most of the work attempting to milk you dry, you exert some effort as you thrust upward slightly in response to her rhythmic bounces. Her moans grow steadier in volume as the pleasure surges throughout her body and her chest joins her hips with livelier bobs and jiggles, drawing your gaze like a magnet. 

“Fuck, you’re filling me so well. That’s it. You’re still so good, baby.”

Her praise spurs you to put more punch to your pumps. Between needy moans and steady thrusts, your hands around her abdomen, you lift your face forward and kiss her belly, leaving fresh, renewed marks with your saliva. She shifts her grip from your sweater and to your scalp, digging her nails through the back of your hair. Pleasure and pain never meshed well until tonight. 

“Gonna cum, fuck!” Eunbi cries out, but is mostly forgotten by her own whines and the hums that reverberate on her belly left by your passionate, sloppy kisses. She moans and screams sharp profanities—the loudest she’s ever been—pouring all her pent energy up while her body trembles violently as it winds down from her peak. You’re not sure if it’s your doing or hers, considering how sharp she was in riding you. 

Much of your attention is so engrossed to her flawless body that you don’t realize she came until she vocally points it out. 

“Came so hard, oh fuck. Fuck.”

Then you look down, breaking your lips off her sticky, sweaty body and notice her sticky, sweaty juices pooled up among her legs, yours, and the now ruined, muddled bedsheets. Eunbi also peeps down at her handiwork with flushed cheeks, filled with warmth and pride. Afterward, she cups your face up to meet her loving gaze, then pulls you for an intimate, tender kiss.

“I still hate that damn sweater so much.” Eunbi then proceeds to do what she should have done right at the start—rid of your clothes. She lifts the top over your head, giving you a brief glimpse of the punctures and holes she has made with her nails, before it joins the rest of your clothes on the bedroom floor. 

And you know what? She’s completely right, and she’s done you a service by ruining it.

“Come on, baby. Fuck me,” she continues, pulling you for another hot, steamy kiss. Giving you free rein, you assert your newfound control over her right away.

While she drags you back into another round of erotic, lewd pleasure, you shuffle positions, using your power to slap her right tit. This was not a staged, jokey hit, designed for comic relief, but a mild, sharp blow that leaves a stain of red on her sideboob. It breaks the smooch immediately as Eunbi screams at your face in pain. She recoils away in shock, shoving you lightly to create some separation between you both.

“Ah!”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry about that.” The apologetic words escape your lips just as immediate as you smacked her.

You don’t know where that came from; perhaps it’s a byproduct of repressed frustration from the day’s tribulations. You expect her to be rightfully upset, to leave you out in the cold again.

She pauses to cup her sore breast, trying to measure the pain she felt. Kneading her reddened tit, she glares at you—a stare that resembles the other girls, the ones you were trying to run away from.

“Again.”

One word, and that’s all she needs to say to leave you shook. Your raised eyebrows, saucer-like eyes, and how you freeze in place for a moment easily show how you weren’t prepared for her response to a seemingly harsh slap.

“Again.”

She repeats herself, this time with a more stern inflection. Her voice flares with a greater demand than when she wanted you to fuck her, and disobedience can spell some disastrous consequences. 

“You’re always like that,” Eunbi spits. “I remember why you were insufferable now; you never took the initiative and always shirked from pressure. No wonder Hyem likes to manipulate you and Yena’s rubbed off you—” 

Joy turns to agitation as you push her onto the mattress again—not a light, playful shove, but a forceful, emphatic bump. Licking her lips in anticipation, her eyes light up when she sees your serious, determined expression.

“That’s it, fuck me like you want to ruin her!” 

And that was exactly what you were planning to do.

Lifting her right leg to your shoulder, you twist and contort her body to her side, spreading her other leg and planting it around your waist. You’ve never felt more starved, more frenzied, and more resolute since confronting Hyewon way back then, when her deceit was still fresh in your mind.

With her wet, dripping pussy still fresh of her slick ripe and open for access, you hastily impale her, sloppily entering her cunt as wet juices spill onto more clean sections of the sheets. 

“You want me to fuck you like a filthy slut, Eunbi?”

She nods energetically in response to your question, biting her teeth before you make her yelp as you dash her head against one of the pillows. Adjusting the angle where your cock is positioned, you briefly draw your shaft back before protruding her entrance again. Another whine earned from Eunbi, now with added bounce from her breast. Her wetness makes it significantly easier for you to pick up a steady tempo to thrust in her, so you wreak havoc on her pussy, pumping your shaft as deep as you can, using your frustration as fuel for your unrestrained, forceful thrashing. 

Eunbi’s demand is reduced to wanton moans and whimpers, piercing your ears as a heavenly song. Half her face is sinking further into the pillow, saliva pooling on the feathery surface, while her fingers clutch sharply at the bedsheets. Her visible left eye looks back at you with a tear slowly falling down her sweaty face, but full of bodily bliss and euphoria on her features. 

“Mmm yes!” Eunbi manages to formulate words in the midst of the pleasure jamming her bodily senses. “Fuck your slut harder! Just like that!” She cries out loud hoarsely, gasping deep breaths before she’s brought down to earth again—a pleasure ridden mess. 

Delighted, but not satisfied with what you’ve done to her, you were going to do just that. 

You pour every last bit of yourself into Eunbi, pounding her relentlessly at a chaotic tempo, as the bed screeches and squeals, rocking along to your breakneck, blistering movements. As your gaze lingers away from her ever-changing, lewd but beautiful face to your balls crashing against her protruded hole, you reach her sore breast with your free hand. You find it a little difficult to clap her jiggling boob again because of her body rising and falling along with the mattress. Eventually, you lock in on her sore spot with a sharp, harsh palmful smack, causing your angel to scream higher, beyond the walls of her bedroom and up to the heavens.

“Why didn’t you do this when we were together?” she whines. You also don’t know why either, but better late than never. Instead of words, you reply with fiercer strikes of her tit. 

From her divine, silky whines, the audible sounds of flesh slapping flesh, and your thunderous claps of her soft breast until it’s completely bruised and red, you’re facing sensory assault from all sides, and you’re powerless to resist. The sight of a ruined Eunbi ragdolling under your control is enough to push you over the edge, and you can no longer keep yourself contained as the knot in your stomach worsens.

With a rough groan and sigh, you spear her deep into her before you release, slamming your eyes as you allow nature to run its course. Fourth round of sex with someone today and yet you pour a powerful jet of semen inside her, leaving her screaming with grandiose ecstasy. 

“Don’t pull out. Please, give me all of you, babe. Please,” she says as you continue to hammer and erupt in her through your orgasm. Her feet twitch uncontrollably as powerful aftershocks of pleasure course over her flexible body, a leg wrapped around your waist and the other vibrating over your shoulders. Noisy echoes of sex make way for deep, heavy breaths as your cock softens and withdraws after you’ve laid waste on her cunt. Freeing her loosening hold around you and after placing her meaty legs on the bed, then flipping her quivering body over so that her bare ass is visible, you watch as trickles of white sheen gush out her pussy.

Most of her sheet has been turned into a river of slick, sweat, and seed. Exhaustion overtakes the adrenaline of sex, as your body seemingly shuts down and causes you to crash on the space beside her. Wrapping your left arm around her back, you were simply done, even if she wanted more. Thankfully, she’s ahead of you, with audible snores reverberating despite her pillow, sleeping soundly as if she wasn’t just a wanton, needy mess just a few moments ago. 

As your fingers brush on her silky, slimy skin, you feel nostalgic. Perhaps these were the days you missed the most, before all of this mess. 

—————

The following morning, Eunbi walks from the kitchen to the living room with a bowl full of cereal. The smell of the previous night’s activity still wafts from the bedroom, but she’s freshly showered, dressed in nothing but a white bathrobe. She puts down her breakfast on the wooden coffee table, then sits down on the spacious leather couch. Crossing her leg over her other leg, she takes a few spoonfuls and a sip of milk in between rounds of watching television. A suited man is on the screen narrating news with a slide of headlines on the bottom.

Just as she’s about to finish her breakfast, her attention is drawn back to the television. 

“We’ve just received breaking news that there has been an explosion at one of the maximum security prisons. And as you’re about to see here it’s clear that an elaborate, well organized plan was made based on where the detonators and explosives were planted. The suspects behind the attack have not been identified.” 

The screen then immediately cuts to live footage from the actual site. A huge, thick wave of smoke that extends up the entire height of the building blocks out any attempts to view the interior, and small fires from various points around the ruined block pierce the bricks and metals that are supposed to protect the place. Drone cameras can barely make out the remaining prisoners and wardens inside, concealed behind incredibly dense smog.

“Wait a second,” Eunbi mutters to herself, trying to recollect what she was told weeks prior. “Isn’t this where she’s—”

“The police department can confirm that no guards were killed or injured. However, they have also confirmed that 48 prisoners have escaped, including prominent Japanese business woman Miyawaki Sakura, who was arrested on several charges, including attempted homicide, battery, and destruction of public property. We will bring you more information as this story develops.”

Eunbi immediately looks over to the bedroom; her gaze lingers at you, still fast asleep, for a little over a minute. Afterward, she looks down at the floor, biting her nails frantically and drawing a prolonged, worried sigh.

“Shit.”

Delete this.vol fourteen.

“Authorities from the Seogwipo-si Maximum Security Prison are once again confirming that 48 prisoners have been declared missing. Director and Head of Starship Intelligence Agency, Chu Sojung, made a speech earlier today, declaring escaped convict, Japanese business tycoon and founder and former Vernalossom CEO, Miyawaki Sakura a national fugitive. She stated in front of the press, ‘All of our resources and agents will be focused on recapturing this extremely dangerous criminal. We will be cooperating with the police on a nationwide level to put her back where she belongs.’ So far, no officer or detainee inside the facility has been found killed or injured during the bombing incident.”

An hour has passed since initial news of the Seongwipo-si prison bomb attack broke out on national television. For the average citizen, this means little to their safety and security. After all, most of them have never come face-to-face with Sakura, and most likely never will. 

The few who have, however, are aware of her capability to cause catastrophic damage and severe trauma. 

Phone in hand, Eunbi paces back and forth in her living room. She’s been fruitlessly trying to reach either Hyewon and Yena by call, but neither of them have responded even once. The wooden door that separates the bedroom and living room is left mostly closed, leaving a small opening, so as to not cause a disturbance for the sleeping person inside.

She doesn’t want him to see the fear and worry on her face, too.  

“Shit, shit, shit,” she mutters repeatedly, hissing her device, despite the gadget not being completely responsible for the lack of an urgent response. “Please respond, c’mon.”

A few more attempts of dialing both girls. Same results. No answer, no reply, nothing. 

She rubs her hand against her short, dark hair, growing more frustrated with each passing minute. Beside her, none of them have the slightest hint that Sakura’s out there somewhere, possibly concocting a plan that will put them all in peril, especially you. 

One more try. If she has to leave 999+ missed calls on both of them, she absolutely will. She tries to dial Yena again, putting the audio on speakers. It rings for over a minute, but still no answer from the other side.  The attempt hasn’t ended in another failure just yet, it should be around the second minute when the call should ultimately drop.

Suddenly, a mild screech is heard close by, causing Eunbi to look over her shoulder. The bedroom door slowly pulls back as you emerge from the room in nothing but your boxers, rubbing your ruffled, messy hair. Sunlight from the window pierces your glazed pupils, making you wince away from the heat and toward your former lover instead. 

“Morning, Eunbi.” you say, voice still raspy and weak from sleep. 

She turns around, placing a hand on her robe while meeting you with a faint, but cute smile. “Morning, sleepyhead. You look well rested.”

“Been a while since I’ve warmed up your bed.”

She chuckles playfully at your response, reminiscing the sex from the night before. “Haven’t felt that warm in a while, either. You do feel really warm, you know?”

“Me, or is it just my semen inside your womb?”

“Oh please, shut up.” 

Seeing her laugh heartily like that brings you pleasant feelings of nostalgia. You’ve clearly moved on from her, but you certainly miss these small, vibrant moments. Admittedly, Yena is very awkward, and Hyewon is more serious and blunt in your relationship, so you can never fire off these jokes without drawing a confused stare in response. Only with Eunbi can you banter like this.

Eunbi walks over to the kitchen counter. Turning to you, she asks, “Would you like breakfast? I got cereal or some leftover chicken in the fridge, if you want. I haven’t really been doing a lot of cooking lately, since all I eat now is take-out from restaurants, so—”

She realizes she’s droning on about sensitive personal information and stops herself short Tracing the cabinets on the wall, she just guesses which food is packed where. Then, she opens it and withdraws a tray of a dozen eggs from the inside. 

“Omelet?” She deflects the topic, her voice echoing from a distance.

You nod mindlessly as your attention lingers away from her and the background noise. The television’s turned on, so you direct yourself toward it and walk to her couch.

“Sure, why not.”

The smell of fried mushrooms and egg quickly fills her surprisingly small apartment as you relax on her sofa while you change the channel. Only then do you realize that it’s not really breakfast time—more like lunch in fact—as the time flashing on the screen displays 11:45 a.m. 

“How long have I been out?” you wonder loudly, a bit in denial that you’ve woken up this late in the day.

“I don’t know! Eight hours, maybe? I mean, you were still fucking my brain out until two in the morning. Those girls really improved your endurance, huh?”

Roll your eyes at the not so subtle jab toward her contemporaries and your performance. If not for the good mood you’ve woken up with, you’d counter right back with an equally snappy comeback. Instead, you merely laugh it off. Then, you sink deeper into her couch, easing into a comfortable position while you distract yourself with mind-numbing entertainment. 

Your fingers mash on the television remote’s buttons like a gamepad as your consciousness slips in-and-out from rapidly rising boredom—that is, until your eyes catch a quick glimpse of Sakura on screen.

“Wait what?” Your brain springs back to life, causing you to sit upright on the couch as a news presenter from another channel relays information about a bombing incident at a high security jail. Again, you can’t believe that she has escaped prison, and your teeth clench with nervous tension as life has decided that you don’t have enough present troubles to deal with, fating you by adding another to your ever growing list of issues by bringing her back, of all people. 

“Fuck, why does this keep happening?” You contemplate loudly as you look down at the hardwood floor. “First Hyewon, then Yena, you too, now this.”

“Yeah, I saw that earlier. I’ve been trying to reach out to the girls, but neither of them have called back.” 

Eunbi joins you in the living room while she holds a plate with mushroom omelet on her right hand. After she sets it on the table, she sits next to you, then wraps an arm over your shoulders and back. 

Caressing you softly, she plants a gentle kiss on your cheek. Meanwhile, her lips form a reassuring smile. She knows you’re the least of her problems right now, but she still cares about your well-being. 

“Hey. Just focus on one thing at a time.”

“One thing at a time? I don’t think so!” Your voice begins to rise in tone. A constant reminder knocks on your mental door, pestering you about the issues you have to resolve. Seeing how composed she is despite the situation at hand, you irrationally jump to the conclusion that this is a light matter to Eunbi. “Don’t you understand what I’m going through?”

“Of course I do.”

“You’re acting very calmly to take this seriously!” Rise from the couch, then turn to her with a frustrated glare and raised arms. “I mean—I don’t know if Hyewon truly loves me or not, Yena’s clearly in love with me but I don’t know what to say, and Sakura’s out there on the loose! Who the hell knows what she’s even up to right now? Knowing her, she’s probably on her way to take me again or one of the girls! Hell, you might be involved! And you want me to focus on one thing at a time? Really?”

Your conflicting emotions get the best of you, and you finally snap.

“Now I remember why we broke up in the first place.” Directing your gaze away from Eunbi, whose face now sickens you instead of comforts you. “You’ve just always been cautious about everything.”

Furious, she blurts in retaliation, “And you’ve been so reckless about everything. What did I say about her? Do I need to spell it out on a whiteboard for you so you can finally understand? Hyewon is a fucking thot. Get over it!”

Your eyes grow into saucers. Anxious, shaky hands turn into fists. This is the answer you’ve always hated to hear, and coming directly from Eunbi’s mouth, it sounds like an irritant to your ears. 

Taking a deep breath, you return your stare at Eunbi to find her slightly leaning back on the sofa, swallowing a huge lump on her throat. Recognizing the regret on her features, your knuckles loosen up. Your right hand moves to approach her as she remains paralyzed, possibly from fear of getting hurt by you. She remains frozen even as you cup her cheek and inch your remorseful face closer toward hers.

You can hear her sigh and gasp for air as her stomach grows and shrinks, petrified at the possible things you might do to her.

With the softest whisper you can project, you say, “I’m sorry.” Then, you reciprocate the kiss from earlier with a peck on her temple.

With your foreheads pressed together, your other hand intertwines with hers, allowing her warmth to fully course throughout your body. 

“Y-you’re right. I should focus on one thing at a time, Eunbi. I’m sorry.”

Pushing yourself onto her, your lips meet hers in a passionate, torrid kiss. You feel her other hand tug you back in on the couch. Eventually, you both end up on the sofa, with your bodies pressed against each other as you make out, forgetting everything for an hour. Somewhere in between, whatever little articles of clothing you have lie ignored on the floor, while the television blocks out whatever erotic noises you make.

After some time has passed, you look up and find a naked Eunbi on top of you; her sweaty but beautiful face glistens with the burst of sunlight shining on her. Both her hands are buried deep into your bare chest, forming noticeable red marks and leaving sticky white stains on your pecs. She notices your loving gaze and returns it in kind with a wide, tender smile.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” she says, followed by a kiss and nibble on your chin. 

“Yeah, me too.” 

You nod off in agreement, but you know that this isnt fantasy land. Problems remain unsolved, along with their consequences. You’re merely delaying their arrival, not pushing them away.

—————

After you hop off the couch and put your clothes back on, which she cleaned while you were asleep last night, you prepare to leave Eunbi’s place. 

“I’m going out too. wait for me,” she says just as you approach her door. 

You look back at Eunbi, who’s running in and out of the rooms hurriedly. 

“Hm?”

“They have to know that Sakura’s out there, but they haven’t called back once. I need to see them both.”

“Hyewon can’t see you with me. You know that.”

“I know, I know.” She emerges from the bedroom and catches up to you, fully clothed and with a bag over her shoulder. “I’ll take you to where she is so you can warm her and patch up whatever issues you two lovebirds have while I go and find Yena.”

“You know where Hyewon is?” you raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

“I know she’s doing a modeling shoot from one of her friends. I’ll drop you off first, then find Yena. Still don’t know where she is, though.”

With your plans all sorted out, you turn back to the front door and open the knob. Just as you open it slightly, you look over at Eunbi again. 

“Thank you.”

She nods in appreciation, then smiles.

—————

“This is the place? Looks kinda empty,” you say as the car stops in front of a decently sized building—the only skyscraper you can see for miles. The place is located somewhere on the city’s outskirts, so traffic is nonexistent. It takes only forty minutes from her apartment to here, with half of that time spent on afternoon traffic from her district.

“Yeah, this is it. She should be inside right now, busy with her shoot.”

Getting out of the silver sedan, you walk over from the passenger side to the driver’s side as you size up the tall but average looking tower, bracing yourself to face Hyewon.

Eunbi turns down the window on her side, then shouts at you, drawing your attention back to her.

She says only two things. “Be safe.”

Pausing for a moment, you flash a toothy grin and nod frantically, reassuring her with a thumbs up. No matter how much willpower you can muster up from within, you’re nervous. She smiles from cheek to cheek, keeping her calm disposition as the tinted window rolls back up, obscuring her face. Eventually, it’s not until she drives off before you turn your focus to the building where Hyewon is again.

This isn’t a rescue mission, per say, but it might as well be. You’re trying to save whatever is left of you and Hyewon, after all.

Swallowing up whatever fear you have, you climb up the many steps that lead up the building, until you come face-to-face with a security guard at the front door. He watches intently as you come forward, then steps off his podium to block you from access inches away.

“Hello,” you say casually as you scan him. He’s of perfectly average stature, but he’s certainly no pushover, as seen by his bulky arms. There’s a pistol on his holster in case of emergency, too.

“Do you have a booking for today?” he asks matter-of-factly, placing his arms around his waist. You stare with widened eyes while his fingers ever so slightly move around the fabric close to his weapon.

“Um, my g-girlfriend does. She’s d-ding a model shoot today.” Beads of sweat drip down your face as you stutter through your reply. “I’m here to visit her.”

“Her name?”

“Miss Kang Hyewon, sir. Kang Hyewon.” 

He briefly hesitates as he continues to stare you down with a very intimidating glare, despite you posing no threat whatsoever. Then, after examining you from head to toe, he struts back to the podium to open what appears to be a notebook placed on it. Your heart beats wildly as he scans page after page to verify your claim. For three minutes, all sorts of emotions run hysteric inside your head. It doesn’t help that you’re the only person seen for a five kilometer radius.

Watch as he finishes his skim through the logbook. He opens his mouth, and his voice sounds like he’s rendering you a kind of final judgment.

“I’m afraid Miss Kang has no guests for today. Thank you, have a nice day.”

It’s what you wanted to hear the least. At least he doesn’t look like he’s going to comically kick you down the steps. So, simply turn around and walk away at his command. 

Sitting at the bottom of the steps, you sigh wistfully as you struggle to formulate an idea to force your way in. No fake mustaches, no elaborate lies, nothing. You’re all alone, and you don’t want to bother Eunbi while she’s out and about in search of Yena. Waiting until she comes out of the building can work, but time is the biggest enemy working against you right now. The thought of Sakura fast approaching lurks in the deepest recesses of your head, and you can’t waste another second. Not now.

Then, it appears that your wish is granted by a gracious deity right away. 

A delivery truck stops right in front of the building. Two burly men exit from the driver and passenger doors, respectively. They walk to the back of the vehicle and open the panels. Observe intently as they both trudge up the steps with a large box in their hands. Not only are they carrying heavy cargo, but they’re slow footed and they take their sweet time heading up the stairs. 

If there’s an invisible light bulb hovering above your head, it’s definitely lit up at your new plan.

While they are halfway up their ascent, you sneak toward the back of the truck, your footsteps quiet as a mouse. Before you enter the vehicle, you watch from afar as they finish their climb and enter the office building without a hitch. The guard doesn’t even scan their load, they walk in with no questions asked. As the delivery men begin their walk back down, you hurriedly enter the back and scan for a box that can perfectly fit you, or at least compress you in some capacity. 

—————

The two delivery men reenter the truck to take another pair of heavy shipment up the stairs. One of them, a pudgier, beefier lad, struggles with his load while the leaner, slimmer driver makes quick work of his cargo. He isn’t even halfway up the stairs when the second courier has already carried his package inside the building. 

“Christ, this one’s a lot heavier than I thought,” the pudgy man says as the lean driver rushes to his aid. His arms are straining and his face is completely flustered from exerting more than what his body allows. 

“Let me help you.” 

The lanky truck driver grabs the other end of the box as they work together to bring the package, eventually carrying the load safely inside the building. Neither of them realize that a living breathing human is stowed inside that particular crate. Said person is sweating profusely as he gasps for air inside the heavily pressurized baggage. They place the cumbersome package alongside the rest of their finished cargo before they exit the building to repeat the tedious process at least seven more times. 

The leaden crate that the two delivery men just carried inside shakes and squirms, until it pops open and a person emerges from the box. He breathes in heavily to give his lungs much needed fresh air. Without care for the contents inside, he jumps off the crate, then rushes into a narrow hallway to avoid detection by the security guard.

With his infiltration a complete success, he breathes a sigh of relief and proceeds to walk down the corridor casually.

—————

First part of the plan complete, now time for the second part, which proves to be the most difficult section.

While Eunbi told you about the building, she never knew or said where Hyewon was exactly. After you briefly scanned the emergency exit plan, you learned that there’s eight floors in total. 

It’s now a game of trial and error while you race against the clock. It surely can’t be the ground floor, since it’s an empty gathering hall with no features. To make things worse, when you enter the elevator, it doesn’t tell you what features are on what particular floor, which forces you to examine every level one by one.

You’ve only been inside for five minutes, yet you’re more than ready to leave the whole damn thing and never come back.

Nevertheless, you’re determined to reach Hyewon at all costs, even if it means exploring every little nook and cranny of this building.

Second floor. 

You’re immediately greeted by a sea of chairs and tables arranged in twos and fours, with a wide bar on the other side. A few suited men and women are seated in random places, mindlessly chowing down whatever meal of the day is on their plate. Therefore, you conclude that this only contains a cafeteria, which means she most likely isn’t here, and certainly not working part-time as a chef. 

Third floor. 

It’s all utter rubbish. An abandoned office hall that clearly hasn’t been checked on in years. Dilapidated floors, ruined seats, and the occasional drip of water from the ceiling are all you need to see. You immediately close the elevator as soon as it opens. 

Fourth floor.

You’re hesitant to leave the elevator at first; your mind can’t get past whatever the third floor was. Once you decide to, you’re met by an absolutely clean space, completely devoid of anything. It appears as if it’s been freshly renovated and unoccupied, making you confused as to the inconsistency between this and the lower level. It’s not all lifeless though; the elephant in the room, besides you, is a janitor tirelessly sweeping the floor with his mop—if the flooring can even be cleaner than it already is.

With each swing of his mop, you can hear the subtle squeak it produces. Wary of being inside an unauthorized place, you swerve around his line of sight while maintaining a relative distance between you and him. 

Just as you think you’re not detectable, he then blurts out, his voice echoing throughout the entire room, “Eighth floor. Right hallway from the elevator, two doors on the right.”

Startled by how sudden he acknowledges your presence, you barely prevent yourself from gasping and shouting in shock. In reality, you shouldn’t be surprised; you’re the only other person in the room after all. What does catch you off guard, however, is that he somehow knows where you need to go. Does he even know about you in the first place? Did Hyewon tell him about you? 

So many questions, so little time. 

Taking his word in good faith, you return to the elevator and take it straight to the eighth floor. This time, you see two narrow corridors positioned on opposite ends from the lift. Remembering the janitor’s instructions, you head down the right lane and find a couple of doors parallelly arranged. Walk past the first pair, then once you come across the second set, you quietly turn the knob of the right door and invite yourself inside.

You stumble into what looks to be a film set. Props are set in front of what appears to be an LED studio, similar to what they use in that little indie sci-fi movie franchise called Star Wars. Then you watch as staff hurriedly shuffle all over the place, rearranging the backdrop while you hear someone furiously screaming at everyone, frustrated and impatient based on his tone. If not for the fact that he’s the director of the shoot, as seen by his stereotypical hat, he’d be thrown out of the room by now. 

“Come on! Where are the models? Bring them out!” 

At his command, four male hunks emerge from one of the dressing rooms, clad in nothing but sporty boxers. They walk in an orderly manner towards the director just as the set is almost completely changed. A fifth model’s voice echoes from inside the room, saying that she’ll be with them in a moment. You instantly recognize that cute voice, and your heart drops when she finally appears in only jeans and white bra.

Her.

Hyewon waves to the men and the cameraman with a grace that reminds you why you loved her in the first place. She doesn’t know you’re there in search of her, but your eyes can’t bring yourself to face her. In spite of the internal conflict in your head, you can certainly stay and stare at her beautiful figure all day long. 

The film begins to roll as the models take their positions in front of the camera. Seeing that she’s the star of the shoot, Hyewon moves to the center, perfectly sandwiched between the four studs. Trying to avoid detection, you also move around, hiding yourself behind a clothes rack full of unused outfits. You’re curious as to what kind of pictorial this is, but knowing her, it’s most likely something racy. 

Then you recall your short trouble with Chaewon and your heart sinks further down. You don’t remember if this was part of her planned schedule, so you once again jump to a radical conclusion that she’s doing this out of jealousy or spite, but then she wouldn’t suddenly act so defensive around you when she saw Yena. Your analysis leaves you with more questions than answers, and your brain even more confused.

As the shoot continues, you note that the men are slowly inching closer and closer to Hyewon, and their positions and expressions become lewder and more suggestive. It doesn’t help that she appears to be enjoying both their presence and the experience. Intervening would save your slowly draining psyche, but is it worth getting kicked out in embarrassing fashion? Not when your relationship with her is already at stake. 

So, you watch. Even though it clearly stings, you remain motionless, observing them quietly for another half hour. 

Finally, the director shouts, “Break! Great job everyone, let’s take a moment.”

You feel relieved. An hour more and you’d likely fall unconscious from a broken heart. 

Hyewon then approaches the director, whispering something you’re unable to comprehend, then walks back to the models. All of a sudden, the staff leave the room, one by one, until only the five of them are left. There’s also you, but by some miracle, you remain cloaked and invisible in the sight of everyone else. 

“You finally got them out,” the tallest model (which says a lot considering they’re all noticeably towering above Hyewon) says to her.

She nods enthusiastically, her fingers softly tracing on his partially exposed chest. “Yep. Now, shall we?”

Gulp your throat. She’s not going to push through with this, right? Right?

Your brief glimmer of hope shines, but only for one fleeting moment. It’s very naive to think that she’s not going to fuck them. 

Much like a pack of hungry lions, the tall foursome circle around their queen, who gives them a familiar, but flattering smirk. You cover your gaped mouth with your hands, even though no sound comes out. As the sole viewer of what’s about to go down in real time, you feel particularly disgusted and jealous—both, in fact.

“Just a moment,” she says to the men as she begins to undo her jeans, along with her thin strap thong. 

The four studs gaze lustfully as her bare pussy reveals itself to them, and as soon as her undergarments slide down to the floor, their buttoned shirts—in contrast—shortly follow. Remember there’s a high likelihood that those clothes are loaned by some expensive company for advertising purposes, yet in the heat of the moment, they’re nothing but mild inconveniences that do a poor job of restraining their salacious appetite. 

You laser in on the men’s crotches right as they remove their boxers, before they join the rest of the borrowed clothes in a forgotten pile far away from the film set—not because you’re itching to find out their dick sizes, or that Hyewon’s about to fill herself with a quadruple assault of cock. Instead, it’s simply down to the fact you didn’t know their names, and you certainly don’t want to after this. 

It’s probably just the slightest ounce of hope you have, and a little bit from personal experience, but perhaps Hyewon looks at them the same way she does at you: just a fucktoy with a label instead of a name.

The buff studs approach Hyewon. Their impatience gets the best of them as their raging erections graze her silky skin, eliciting a choral gasp from all four men. Hanes unhooks her white bra from behind as it’s the last piece of hindrance to join the useless heap of clothes. Afterward, Calvin and Ralph sweep her off her feet, while Hanes and Armani hook an arm from underneath her shoulders. They carefully lift her to her throne, which turns out to be a massive couch at the set’s center. Your attention slides on her breasts that bounce with each synchronized trot these men make. It’s clear that this isn’t the first time they’ve done this with their female models.

Placing her tenderly in the center of the sofa, the way they initially handle her appears to be quite gentle—a divergence compared to what they intend to do. The foursome tower over her as they eagerly wait for their queen’s next instruction. She just needs to say the word and they’ll be on her like a pack of wolves. 

Despite the numerous loud alarms that sound off in your head, you can’t bring yourself to stop observing in silence. Even if you finally relent and leave, it’s too late. The thought that will soon become an image of a nude Hyewon surrounded by a group of hunky beefcakes is permanently scarred in your brain. It’s like watching a car crash in slow motion. Again, you know what is to come, but you find it difficult, if not impossible, to look away.

Hyewon bites her lips seductively, eyeing them one by one with ‘fuck me’ eyes. As it turns out, she just needs a simple gesture to let them finally break loose. The delicateness shown by the men moments ago turns to immediate roughness. 

Abandoning whatever restraint they carry when they propped her on that couch, they approach her from four directions and pounce on her without hesitation. Hanes grabs Hyewon by the back of her skull as he forcefully drags her off the sofa just as quickly as he and his model friends set her, suffocating her mouth with his cock right as her delicate hands touch the floor. Now on all fours, the other three take their preferred positions and line their shafts around her narrow entrances. Armani repeatedly taps Hanes on the shoulder, gesturing and whispering something to him before Hanes waddles a couple of inches to the right. Her shapely cleavage is in full view, only to be blocked by Armani’s dick pressed between her chest. 

Calvin takes his seat on the top of the couch as he strokes himself to hardness, spreading precum around his shift. Meanwhile, despite his annoyance by his mate’s decision to mess up the sofa, Ralph sits in the middle as the two men in the front gently push Hyewon back, with her ass ultimately pressing against his face. 

“You’re so wet.” Ralph coos against her dripping cunt as Hyewon’s arms tremble from supporting her awkward frame. “I bet you’ve never taken this many hard cocks until today, eh?”

Looking over her shoulder, she nods. You can’t tell whether this is from excitement or nervousness.

Ralph palms her thighs as he leans in to get a closer look at her sensitive core. Mindful not to make contact with him, Calvin eases into her tighter hole at a snail’s pace just a little bit above him. He hooks his arms around his waist as he pulls her further back while the other two mindfully watch. 

Very considerate of them to wait before they actually start fucking. 

It’s not considerate of your time, however. To your credit, you’ve mastered the art of camouflage based on how you’ve not been spotted even once by anyone—other than that janitor.

Eventually, your patience is rewarded—or punished—when Hyewon suddenly hums, causing Hanes’ dick to vibrate and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing throughout his body. Calvin manages to penetrate her tight asshole with his shaft, though only partially. He grips her backside firmly as he forces himself inside her. Her eyes shoot wide open from pain caused by the unwelcome intrusion in her rear. Spit coats the former’s tip freely as he shakes free from the binds of ecstasy to impale her to her throat. He tugs at her hair as he begins to pound her mouth without a care for her comfort. 

The aftershocks that cause Hyewon to tremble reach down to her tits. Allured by the hypnotic jiggle of her mounds, Armani gazes wondrously as he slips cock in and out of her chest as drool drips from her messy lips. Ralph finally gives in and crashes face first into her sopping cunt. His tongue latches onto her sensitive spot as Hyewon weakly bears a four-way assault from head to toe. Her head spins dizzyingly as she can’t predict which impaled hole will send a wave of pleasure next. The four studs fuck her senseless with varying paces. Whatever sense of discomfort they feel is overridden by the delicious taste of Hyewon in their body. 

“Mmph! Ghggghk!” Hyewon struggles to form words and gags as Hanes tugs her blonde highlights, still furiously spearing her mouth with cock. 

The athlete gasps as he watches Hyewon submissively take all of him without resistance. He smirks as she looks up at him with tears in her eyes as her makeup falls apart right before him. 

“You’re damn hot, but this,” he lightly brushes his fingers on her dirty puffed cheeks thanks to ruined cosmetics. “This is even hotter.” Then, he tugs her highlights again.

Elsewhere, Armani’s attention remains drawn to Hyewon’s chest with his dick firmly held in her center. With each thrust, each quiver, each little move done to her frame, her tits jerk energetically along with his shaft. He’s the one in the least comfortable position, considering how far her breasts are from him. Hanes is there to assist him, occasionally propping her upper half to keep her tits in view. 

For the ones at the back, things don’t look comfortable. Calvin remains fixated on being seated as he finally fills her tight ass with his entire length. His pumps are the slowest, but the rockiest, which proves to be a nuisance for Ralph. On his knees, his tongue latches and detaches off her core. He doesn’t seem bothered by it in the slightest, though, as he massages her thighs and reattaches onto her dripping cunt. He freely laps up her wet juices as he drowns himself with slick. Her moans are muted compared to the slop slop sounds Ralph makes with his tongue and with soft flesh slapping against flesh at the front. 

The four studs continue to feast and ravage a defenseless Hyewon, never relenting in their erratic pace. Sometime later, Ralph, having collected his share of womanly slick, sinks into the back of the couch, then lines his own shaft against her slit. Hanes and Armani reverse her a little closer to the couch and tilt her a little downwards to accommodate for him. Despite the seemingly awkward position, the youngest beefcake of the bunch eases into her drenched core, eliciting another muffled groan that makes Hanes roll his eyes back and shudder in delight.

Red spots spread all over Hyewon’s entire back, from her shoulders down to her posterior. Between slow, rigid pumps in her tight asshole, Calvin furiously smacks her with a handful without restraint. One after another, the men grunt with each harsh thrust before it quickly spirals out of control. Soon, they moan in no particular order—only at random. Sweat flows down all their faces and chest as they desperately seek the relief of climax. Despite the overwhelming blitz done to her body, Hyewon is holding up surprisingly well, even occasionally stroking either Hanes or Armani’s cock while balancing herself on only one arm.

In one instance, Hyewon releases Hanes’ shaft from her mouth with a pop, then pumps his wet manhood with her delicate fingers. Already reeling from her soft, plump lips, he staggers back while she grins at her handiwork—perhaps a small retaliation for what he did earlier.

“You like what I’m doing to you?” she asks, and he’s briefly overwhelmed by her to answer promptly.

“Fuck yes.” After a deep grunt, he throws his head back and clutches her hair like a leash. “Perhaps you’re the best fuck we’ve ever had.” The other three nod in unison.

“You’re such a cock slut.” Calvin interjects with a slap of her ass. “No one has stood up to our cocks as well as you have.”

“Of course. I love cock so much. You’re all amazing.”

It’s almost frightening how confident Hyewon is in response to their dirty talk that you wonder who’s really in control here. Hanes proceeds to remind her who’s the one getting fucked when he shoves his shaft back in her mouth.

“Shut up. Sweet talk won’t change the fact you’ll ultimately be ruined by us like the slut you rightfully are.”

Armani’s words don’t shut her up. In fact, she takes it up as a challenge.

“Fffgh, u-use me. F-finish inside me! C-cum for m-me!” 

Her fighting words flip a switch inside all of them. They proceed to hammer away as hard and as fast as their bodies allow, ignoring the discomfort and quickly rising warm knots in their stomach. Hyewon gurgles and chokes as Hanes harshly pulls her hair without care, which causes her highlights to start falling apart. She pumps her hips against Calvin and Ralph and makes the two youngest groan. Calvin tries to slap her ass again as payback, but he misses as he teeters on the couch. He grips his hands on her rear, narrowly saving himself from falling off. 

It’s bedlam as Hyewon playfully toys with them while they are moments away from their climax. Somehow, despite being outnumbered four to one, she’s the one who’s on top. Her position says otherwise as the men, eager to fulfill her demand, agree to work together to lock her in place. With Hanes on her mouth and hair, Calvin on her waist, Ralph on her thighs, and Armani on her chest (which does little in restraining her), they pin her to the floor as they fly over the edge and reach orgasm.

One by one, with each release, their grip loosens. Nevertheless, they continue to fuck her through their peak, culminating with a crescendo of groans as they finally explode. Hanes erupts inside her mouth without sparing a single streak down her throat. Ralph goes out second, emptying his load inside her stretched out walls. Armani’s seed fills her bosom, dripping down to her belly. Last but not least, Calvin fills up her tight ass with his cum until he gingerly pulls out, leaving a small fleck on the outer ends of her backside.

Afterward, like dominoes, they fall. The twosome at the front stumble to their feet in exhaustion. Calvin weakly slides down next to Ralph, who’s returned to his seat in the middle of the couch. They all share one thing in common at that moment though: pure bliss in cumming for Hyewon. The girl of the hour lays prone on the floor, her body resting on the leftovers of Armani’s cum, smiling widely at the whole experience. An air of silence replaces the lewd noises as they gather themselves.

“Ah shit, I should have come in your face,” Hanes says as he realizes Hyewon’s face isn’t pearly white. 

She laughs. “Why didn’t you do that then? Was I a little mean to you?”

The other men join her in laughter. Flustered and embarrassed, Hanes looks away without a rebuttal.

“Fuck you. Just—fuck. You.”

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll have more chances to fuck when you’re ready to go.”

“That’s right,” Calvin interjects. “I want to know what those tits feel like.”

“Heavenly,” is the only thing Armani says before he lays on the floor.

“We have all day, take as much as you want. Your cocks are all so good.”

The men gather around Hyewon, then proceed to make out with her. 

Meanwhile, you’re absolutely done viewing this bullshit. This interval gives you an opportunity to sneak past them and enter the dressing room. Thankfully, it’s positioned just behind you, your presence unseen by the clothes rack you’ve been using to shroud yourself for the last hour. 

Remaining in a crouched position, you slink toward the dressing room and quietly turn the knob. Luckily, it doesn’t draw any of their attention. So, you silently intrude the other room and close it again once you’re inside. 

Finally, much needed relief for your worn out eyes.

Two small rooms are separated by a cased opening, with one for the men, and the other for Hyewon. A brief look from where you enter and you find cans of body spray, lube, and shirts and pants everywhere. So, you cross to the other side and enter Hyewon’s chamber. Still cautious of a probable presence casually walking in, you look left and right, your senses on high alert. Eventually, you find her purse placed on a chair set before a large mirror.

Against her privacy, you decide to dig through her bag. Inside, you find some interesting items: her car keys, some lipstick, and a dildo? You briefly pull it out of the bag and find that it’s wet. Then you put the toy back in, wanting to forget about its existence. Eventually, you’re able to retrieve her phone and unlock it with her password.

You check that there’s 14 missed call notifications from Eunbi.

“I wonder how you’re doing,” you mumble to yourself as you think of her. 

Afterward, you decide to scan through her photos. The first saved video and photo immediately catches your attention. Tapping on it, the screen expands to play a clip of what looks to be two people having sex in a parking lot. Both persons in the video are naked, their bare ass on display for the camera while facing the walls, with the man’s hands firmly planted on the petite woman’s waist.

“Fuck yes!” she echoes as she takes it from behind.

The woman’s voice is slightly muted and scuffed from being recorded from afar, but you recognize her, and eventually, the scene. 

It’s you and Chaewon.

“What the?” is your response, your tone expressing distress and shock at the footage. How did someone film this? Who recorded this? 

The clip stops. Thankfully, it’s only around 45 seconds long. Returning to her gallery, you see more unseen images and clips on the screen. Some photos are Hyewon’s selfies, naked body shots, and Instagram-filtered shots of her location at a certain date. One of the previews shows a familiar face, and you recognize her duck shaped lips. 

Choi Yena? What’s she doing here?

Pressing it plays another video clip. The background appears to resemble a bathroom stall. Yena’s face covers most of the screen; her lower body can be seen in certain frames. Her face is covered in sweat, lungs clearly in need of air, and her eyes are intently focused on the camera.

“You like the way he fucks you?” An off-screen voice asks. You immediately recognize the speaker. It belongs to Hyewon.

Tense and anxious, she nods directly at the lens, biting her lip timidly.

“How good was his dick? Feels good, right?”

“Yes,” Yena mutters as she squirms before her. “His dick feels so good inside me.”

“Then pretend you’re getting fucked by him and touch yourself.” 

The camera is tilted downward, showing brief glimpses of her nakedness before fixating on her crotch, covered by her legs. Yena’s arm nervously reaches between her slit as she looks down and begins to pleasure herself at Hyewon’s command. Whimpers begin to spill from the younger woman’s mouth as the focus is brought back to her face. Her eyes are closed, her breasts are a little bouncy, and her lips form rapidly shifting lewd expressions.

“Oh fuck yes, that’s how I feel when his cock is impaled deep inside me too,” Hyewon whines from behind the camera. 

Two pairs of sounds of sloppy skin slapping skin resonate inside the small cubicle. She has lost focus of Yena as the camera’s point of view begins to shift upward until the screen is filled with bright lights from above and completely indiscernible.  Scuffed moans echo until the recording abruptly cuts with a sudden click.

There’s a lot of information far too overwhelming for you to digest, but one thing is clear: you don’t know what kind of person Kang Hyewon is. You don’t know who she even is.

You slowly return her phone back inside her bag and intend to leave as quietly as you entered. Just as you turn around, you come face to face with a pale figure standing in front of you. 

She tilts her head a bit to the left, with a disappointed pout and slightly lifted eyebrows.

“Hyewon, I-I…”

“I know.”

Delete this.vol fifteen.

“Hyewon, I-I…”

“I know.”

Your skin has never turned pale right before Hyewon’s eyes, yet at this moment you sense the warmth and color in your flesh gradually fade away as she catches you by surprise, a chill of horrible fright taking its place.

If not for the incredibly awkward predicament you’re in, you’d make a joke about whose skin is whiter—and her cum coated body isn’t far off from yours. She stands there, seed dripping down her ever so perfect body like a ghost. Her presence feels haunting, especially when she eyes you with the sharpest glare you’ve ever received. You’ve never been in a more uncomfortable position as she stares at you intently from the middle of both dressing rooms. Behind her is the entrance and exit door, nowhere close to your reach, where her troupe of thick beefcakes wait. 

“Hyem, please, let’s not do this right now,” you desperately plead, placing a hand close to your chest as your heart thumps rapidly, beating faster with each passing second. 

She tilts her head, watchfully eyeing you like a hawk as you tremble in place, afraid that one wrong move or reaction will bring forth your demise. The longer this stalemate continues, the more anxious you grow. Hyewon doesn’t need to move an inch closer to put you in place. 

“You’re right. I don’t wanna do this right now,” she says, breaking the tense silence. Hyewon walks over daintily around your position as you find your feet involuntarily moving parallel to hers. Both of your eyes remain locked at each other until you find yourself where she stood a few minutes ago.

Just as you start to back away, she speaks, a little more stern this time. “Don’t even think about leaving me now.”

Your eyes widen. A throaty gulp precedes a deep breath that slowly chokes you. Hyewon has had her fair share of upset moments, but this is different. Her stern, demanding voice rattles you to your very core, as if you committed an unspeakable act—which in her eyes, you certainly have. It’s enough to paralyze you where you stand, ready to submit to whatever command she wants as penance for your sins.

“Take a seat over there.” Hyewon points her finger at an identical sofa in her dressing room, one similar to what was used for her lewd photoshoot. Wasting no time, you comply, trembling uncomfortably as you waddle to the designated couch, then setting yourself down. Even as she turns around, her intimidating gaze no longer targeting you, you remain uneasy as you anxiously anticipate her next action.

She walks over to another door. A waterfall of cum continues to stream down her body; it’s so unnerving seeing a familiar sight, especially with what you’ve seen in the last hour. “I’ll be out in a few. Wait for me.”

After turning the knob, she slides between rooms, but not without another direct shot to your heart. 

“Piece of shit.”

—————

Ten minutes later, Hyewon reemerges from the bathroom, fully cleansed of all the filth flowing down her frame, but not the pleasure she feels from it. She walks over to a wardrobe while the white robe draped around her loosens. The garment slips down to reveal a hint of still wet shoulders and glistening skin under the lights. From the closet she picks out a matching colored blouse. Despite her gaze not being on you, you watch her closely, uncertain of how you feel as she puts the new clothes on: whether it’s just out of fear or of love for her. 

Properly dressed and pampered with self-applied makeup, she finally makes her way toward you, without sparing even a tiny glance. When she glides over the couch and sits on the opposite end from your side, she moves with a dash of firm grace, like a prim, pure princess. There’s layers to her behavior, that you know. How many and how deep it goes is a whole other story, perhaps multiple stories.

Crossing her arms together and her right leg on top of her left, letting it bounce on her other knee, she remains committed to her cold act, feigning ignorance to your presence. As much as you want to ask her why, you don’t try in the slightest to utter even a single word or an audible breath, lest you’re met in response with a sharp curse or snarl. 

You silently wait for Hyewon to do something, anything. As much as you want her to respond favorably, it’s clear she wants to do things her way. Hate how she goes about it, but your heart tells you not to mess up more than you already have. Despite how close you are seated next to each other on the couch, there’s a vast rift between you both. 

Your fingers try to inch their way slowly towards her side, hoping her heart opens up, even just a little. A slight twitch of her hand makes you withdraw yours back. She doesn’t even come close to slapping it nor does she intend to, but even the smallest move she makes puts you on edge. Hyewon is unpredictable as she’s ever been, but for some reason she feels extra erratic than she usually is.

The stalemate between you stretches longer than you hoped. An occasional glance is shared here and there as deafening silence occupies the room. Whenever she tilts her gaze towards you, you look away. Her lips remain firm and stiff, scowling as if your very presence upsets her. 

As urgent as the situation demands, you can’t. There’s no getting out of this without letting her have her way with you.

Slide your hands between your shirt’s pocket and open your phone. 10 minutes have gone by since she entered that shower. So, not much time has passed, though uncomfortably waiting for her feels like an eternity. Her wandering eyes catch you right as you check the time, and she opens her mouth to let loose another unsavory remark.

“Looking to leave already? I should have expected this, especially from you.”

Instinctively, you retreat your hand from your shirt. “Hyem, it’s not like that.” 

She turns her head away right as you answer back, unwilling to listen to you. This time, your patience has run dry. If you needed to scream it out for her to understand, you absolutely will. 

“Hyem.” You slither closer to her side of the couch, but she extends her arm out to push you halfway. Her actions speak louder than words, but your determination is stronger.

Your tone gradually becomes slightly sharper with every call of her name. She refuses to budge, acting indifferently as you frustratingly try to reach out to her. It doesn’t matter that there are people outside that dressing room. You need her right now, no matter who else gets involved. 

“Hyem!” One more shout of her name, yet the same end result. She draws her hand back, but her face remains hidden away from you. At this point, you hop off the sofa and clench your hands into fists like a frustrated child who didn’t get what they wanted. Whether or not she knows or not, you are unwilling to put up with her games any longer.

Turning your back on her, you mutter, “Fuck you, I’m leaving.”

…

“Wait!”

You’ve barely stepped between dressing rooms when you stop. For a moment, you think it’s nothing more than a dream. No way after the hard act she’s been doing, she finally concedes and begs.

“Wait.”

She repeats herself, but you remain frozen in place, uncertain if her plea is genuine or not. 

You gently tilt your head to look at her. Her eyes are on you. Gone is the stiff, cold expression on her lips. Instead, there’s a sorrowful, remorseful frown. 

“Don’t go.”

Her words drip with sincerity and longing. Despite the threat you’ve made to her, it is more than enough to draw you back in. The heart acts really strange, sometimes. 

“We need to talk. Just—don’t go.”

You sigh, knowing she’s more than likely going back to her ways as soon as this is all behind you, but at least she’s still in your grasp, somewhat. 

Both of you hear a knock on the door, followed by an echoey voice. 

“Is everything okay back there?”

“Yes! I’m all right, I just need to attend to a friend’s call,” she says casually.

Right. There’s four guys outside that will definitely give you more severe back pain than she normally would riding you or slamming you against the bedroom walls. Unfortunately, no weaseling your way out by yourself, except with maybe Hyewon’s help. 

Turning your head back to her, you quietly ask, “No more being a hardass?”

She meets your gaze, then she softly nods.

—————

You’re both seated on the couch again, this time looking at each other without visible hostility. She doesn’t look happy, but she doesn’t appear upset either—at least compared to earlier. Her fingers playfully twirl with her dark hair, quietly waiting for you to finally open up about everything.

“I don’t know where to start, Hyem.” You clasp your hands together as you try to gather up your thoughts into something relatively cohesive and understandable. “There’s plenty of things you need to know—”

“Just get it over with,” she replies coldly as her eyes look down her blouse and legs. 

“This is serious, Hyem. Please don’t be like that.”

“Be like what? I’m listening to you, what else do you want from me?” She jolts up from her relaxed position and glares at you. “You know I’m wasting precious time by listening to you right now. I should be doing a photoshoot, but here you are.”

You want to reply back that you’ve seen everything—but you refuse. So you gulp your throat and go silent for a moment.

“Miyawaki Sakura has escaped prison,” you say, having formed a way to explain the situation around her. 

“And?” Hyewon sounds unfazed knowing that she almost died by her hand.

“Sakura escaped prison,” you repeat, turning to face her. “We’re all in grave danger, you know? We don’t know where she is, what she might do, or when she’ll strike! Hell, she could be on her way right now!”

Her eyes widen a tad bit, but nevertheless, she stays unworried about it. “Okay. You make it sound like she escaped yesterday. Absolutely no way she knows where we are right now.”

“Did you not see her mansion? She has all sorts of tech and money lying around! She could be tracking one of us!”

“Relax, baby.” Hyewon gets up from the couch, walks over to a mini-fridge to grab some water and a glass inside, then places the drink on the table after filling it to the brim. “You’re just paranoid or having nightmares.”

“God, Hyewon, I—” you stop yourself before you drink the glass of water she offered. “You’re so awfully calm about this. There’s a high likelihood she might go after you first. I’m just worried about us.”

“Us?” She raises her eyebrow in confusion. “Which ‘us’ are you referring to?” 

You don’t know how to answer that. She clearly has the other girls in mind when rebutting your concern.

“I don’t need to be there or have a camera to figure out that you’ve fucked them behind my back,” she continues, walking back to the couch and taking her seat again. “I can tell by your body language you’ve been wanting them more than me lately.”

You definitely have no proper argument to her comment. It’s true. All of it.

“Come to think of it,” she places a forefinger on her chin, as if she’s playfully thinking. “You saw everything, did you?”

“Hyem, I—”

“Sure you did. No need to lie to my face.” Hyewon inches her finger close to your lips, giving you a frightening, but also alluring stare while shutting you up. “Fuck, I think it’s so hot too. Having all my holes filled like that. I bet you were jealous of them.”

She plants a soft kiss on your lips, fixing her seductive gaze on yours, making you tremble in your spot. Just when you thought you had control, she firmly reminds you who it truly belongs to.

“I’m not gonna argue with you any longer.” She plants her hands on your knees and hovers her light frame atop yours, her face edging close to your ear and changing her vocal tone from serious to sultry in an instant. “Kiss me.”

Smooch. Hit her right at the center, where your lips belong. It’s only stuck to her for a handful of seconds, but the sweet taste lingers longer, beyond any concept of time. When you regretfully draw back, she responds with a sweeter, succinct kiss of her own. Your hands tie into a loving knot, then she leads yours around her slender waist, tightly gripping your nails into the expensive fabric of her clothes until you feel the soft sensation of her ass hidden beneath the dress. 

She gasps. Her eyes go shut at that moment, the firmness of your grip hinting at the pleasure she knows very well. You feel a tug on that held hand, and without a second thought, you grab a handful of that tasty flesh again. Another airy gasp escapes Hyewon’s breath; waves of ecstasy begin to consume her and leave her with nothing but primal lust. 

“God,” she mutters with light difficulty, bodily bliss overpowering her brain’s ability to form words. “I miss this feeling of you so much.”

Admittedly, you feel the same way about her too.

After a little struggle, she recaptures your lips in another passionate, torrid kiss. A melodic hum vibrates from her mouth to yours while her body squirms and wriggles wildly over your lap, locking your hands together with one securely fastened to her rear. One of your legs kicks up and wraps itself around her body too as the two of you sink deep into the couch, making out fervently as desire becomes top priority in your minds. 

The love making continues for a little bit, until she decides she’s had enough to withdraw her lips back with a slight pop. Hyewon readjusts her position above you, kicking her heels off then loosening the hold your leg has around her waist. Planting her palms on your clothed chest, she looks down at you with a fire in her eyes, one you haven’t seen in quite a while. 

“Come on, rip this stupid thing off me,” she says. Not a simple command, but rather a firm demand. 

Raise your head lightly. Her weight keeps most of your body buried on the sofa as your hands explore her heavenly body wearing expensive fabric. Right. 

“These are too expensive, you sure they won’t—”

She vehemently shakes her head before you finish questioning her. “Don’t care. Besides, they can just buy another one. These are not mine, anyway.”

If only she didn’t care about the tear in your relationship. Oh well, at least there’s a start.

Hyewon spreads her arms wide, as if going for a hug, but in actuality, commanding you to undress her at once, and you certainly will never deny that order. 

She waits intently as your hands finish their exploratory journey around her body and make their way to the center of her long white blouse. She throws her head and sighs wistfully as you slowly unzip and expose more and more of her freshly washed, pearly skin without any other bits of clothing hiding them. No lingerie, no underwear, just her nakedness cloaked behind one flowing garment. 

You partially pull the fabric off her shoulder only for Hyewon to do the rest, letting the dress glide down to your pants before she hastily tosses them aside to the floor. It doesn’t surprise her when your eyes immediately dart toward her bountiful chest as she hovers on top of you on all fours, holding your hands together with hers to keep you under her control. She lifts them from her body and plants them to the leathery sofa as her face approaches yours. 

Her lips drown yours in a third, but just as fervid smooch. While your hands struggle, locked under her tight grip, her figure grinds on you in an animalistic manner, arching her back while going up and down in waves as her breasts land and lift over your chest. She’s engulfing you with every bit of passion, lust, and desire that you will never be able to escape from.

—————

There’s a knock on the door. Like an annoying fly whizzing by, it persists. Sometimes, there is an occasional shout of a ‘Hello! Are you okay there?’ from someone, but it’s met without a verbal response. The four naive men, whose time is just as important as their muse, try to open the door, but to no avail. It’s locked. Soon, the casual thumps grow into thunderous bangs and blows.

Little do they know—or soon they will—that the screams inside are of excitement, not danger.

You, just as naked as she is at this point, are no longer being pinned down to the couch by Hyewon. Instead, you’re holding her soft flesh from behind while she’s on all fours, her face dashed to the backrest while your hard cock is firmly impaled deep inside her wet pussy, violently pounding her while her moans are occasionally muffled by being pushed deep into the leather. It doesn’t matter to her how uncomfortable she is; she wants to feel every inch of you drilling her sopping cunt like it’s your first time. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me hard just like that!” she cries out in pleasure as you pull her slightly from the couch, only to push her back in as you fuck her wildly. You gladly oblige, having forgotten your sense of time and place, only focused on filling her with your wants and hers. 

You’ve mostly restrained your voice to keep your sinful act at the low, but she’s making it oh-so obvious to everyone that you’re there. You’ve tried to shush her at the start, but once you’ve speared her with her favorite toy, that is, your shaft, any hint of subtlety has been thrown out the window. Every single person in the building might as well have heard you two fuck, even behind several layers of tile and wall. 

She turns her head around to glance at how you’re holding up. To her delight, you look very spent. You’re breathing heavily, consumed by the tightness of her snatch to think beyond rapid gasps and sharp grunts. You catch a wicked grin forming on her lips; she’s evidently leading you to completely shatter—if you weren’t already fractured by her beforehand.

“Just let it all out,” she mutters between your pumps. “I know it feels good, doesn’t it?”

You bite your lips in a desperate cover to remain steady, but it’s merely a weak facade. She just feels so damn good. 

“Fuck, Hyem, you’re tight. So fucking tight.” The words depart from your lips in such a natural manner that feel so wrong, yet so right. If not for the sensation of her soft, mushy flesh in your hands, they’d run straight to your mouth out of instant regret.

Yet you don’t regret a single second of the last half-hour spent relishing the feel of her wet pussy warming your admittedly needy shaft.

Satisfied with the response, she looks away with an arrogant smirk before a stream of prolonged mewls fill the room with delight. 

There’s nothing around you to distract from the sight of Hyewon’s naked body reacting in kind to each thrust you give her, her arms and knees grinding back and forth on the couch to the point they’re sore. She’s holding up very well despite everything she’s taken already, which shouldn’t surprise you, but it does.

Maybe she wants you to deliver the finishing blow.

The echoes and thumps from the dressing room door grow louder, but they’re not enough to overpower the sloppy and erotic sounds you’re both making. You want to burst, finally break, for this to end already, and her velvety walls putting your dick in a harsh chokehold certainly help in speeding up the process, but you want the feeling to last a little longer, maybe more than you initially want it to last.

If only your ears can selectively mute the outside sound—but Hyewon’s moans certainly work as a fine substitute. They’re nicer to hear, too. 

One hand is firmly pressed on her reddened ass cheek, the same piece you’ve marked for so long, while the other finds its way around her hair, tangling countless strands in a bundle around your fingers. Your legs tremble as you feel that sharp knot in your stomach, the sign of the impending collapse. Between the door or you, you want to beat them to it with utmost urgency. 

You gasp while you look down as your cock slips in and out of her tunnel, coated with waves of slick a couple of times over. Hyewon’s body continues to rock on the couch with each plunge, increasing her already loud moans to somewhat deafening levels. The more you drill her, the more that warm feeling in your groin expands, which is what you both eagerly want to happen.

Focusing all your efforts into flying over the edge, you pull her figure closer to you without warning as you fuck her wildly, leaving Hyewon to plant her nails deep into the cloth, creating tiny holes on the sofa. 

“Oh God please fill me fuck fuck fuck—”

A gunshot-like sound rips through the room as the four men finally burst into the room. Within seconds they rush to the other side, where Hyewon is, and their eyes widen in utter shock at the sight before them.

A quiet, collective sigh leaves both you and her breaths as you unload deep inside her. Coating her walls and the couch with thick waves of slick, you crumble to your knees, down to her level. 

Speechless. That’s what you and the other men in the room feel right now, for different reasons.

Their presence seems invisible to you, not when there’s Hyewon’s hole, leaking with your cum, right in front of you. She looks back at you, raising an eyebrow before flashing a bright, cheerful smile—one that tonally contrasts the scenery around her. 

It takes a few minutes before another voice can be heard from anyone. Even as Hyewon hops off the sofa, leading your paralyzed body on it and straddling herself back onto your lap once more, not a single soul can muster up a word toward her. 

“Hyem, w-who—who is this—”

She turns her head around to find her co-models with their jaws dropped and frozen in place. She remains unfazed and carefree.

“Oh, him? That’s just my boyfriend,” she says nonchalantly before planting a kiss on your cheek as you keep trying to gather oxygen, still oblivious to their presence. “Look, I love taking your cocks and all, they’re very nice, don’t get me wrong—”

Hyewon snakes her arms around your shoulders and neck, leaning close to your ear before continuing, shifting her tone to that familiar sultriness. “But none of you will ever fuck me as good as he can.”

Seemingly regaining her strength, she begins to bounce on your lap while beaming the most smug of smirks at the hunks. It leaves them defeated, almost demoralizing in a way, that they leave you both alone, one by one. When they’re no longer inside the dressing room, she comes to a complete halt, cupping your cheeks and leaving one more impassioned kiss on your lips. 

Your senses begin to regain life. A couple of blinks of the eye then you shake your head. “Hyem, I—”

“Shhh.” Hyewon places a finger on your lips, just like earlier. “I understand. I just wanted you to calm down by fucking me.” 

Your eyes widen at that strange answer. “What?”

“She’s out there, we’ll put her back in that prison where she belongs. Easy.”

“It’s not that simple, Hyem. We don’t know where she might be or what she’ll do, remember?”

“Doesn’t matter, that bitch will end up in prison once more.”

You pause to contemplate her sudden change in attitude regarding Sakura, but knowing it’s your goal to bring her down again, you nod in agreement. 

She smiles cutely.

“Wait, I want to ask you something. Actually, two things.”

“What is it?”

A prolonged pause follows; you’re worried that she will be upset with what you have in mind. She gently caresses your cheek and brushes off bits of hair to fully see you. You look to be deep in thought.

Nevertheless, you ask away. There isn’t a better opportunity to do so.

“First, what’s up with the sudden attitude change? And second—” You pause for a moment with a gulp in your throat. “What about us? I feel like we should talk it out and discuss our relationship. We should be open, you know?”

Hyewon stares at you idly without a word. She holds you tight in her embrace, but she doesn’t utter a sound. Panic immediately runs through your head, wondering if you’re asking too much from her, considering how abrupt everything has been within the past hour.

“I just want this all to be over,” she whispers. You feel her grip loosen and the weight in your lap lighten as she glides off you. The happy expression on her face turns to a seemingly gloomy frown as she picks up her dress off the floor. 

After a moment to observe her changes, feeling paranoid and concerned, you ask timidly, “W-what do you m-mean?”

She doesn’t respond right away. 

After putting on new clothes, in the middle of combing her frazzled hair, she finally answers.

“We’re over,” she sternly says right in your direction, with a steely glare that might as well be a bullet directed to your heart. “If that’s what should make you comfortable with them, then so be it.”

While she walks away, presumably to finish her shoot, you run up to her with even more questions in your mind, but you end up asking none. 

“That doesn’t answer anything, Hye—”

“It answers both.”

She doesn’t waste another second with you, turning herself away from you after dropping the answer, pointing her finger to the door where you entered before leaving the dressing room.

“Tell Eunbi and Yena I already know.”

Delete this.vol sixteen.

In an apartment deep in the city, there’s a constant ringing of a doorbell. It chimes for several minutes, but its occupant doesn’t open the door—not even once. Much to the neighbors annoyance, it’s not because the person isn’t around, but rather completely oblivious to it. His ears are covered by the sound of constant profanities and commands booming in haphazard waves over the headset, louder than the rapid fire gunshots being shot on screen. 

“Christ! Go left! Go left!” Someone yells over voice chat, foreign and rough sounding, capable of grating even the most mild mannered person, yet it doesn’t faze him in the slightest. His eyes remain intently fixed to the screen, almost bursting out from staring for hours and hours. Meanwhile, his fingers mash on the controller reflexively, like it’s muscle memory to him now.

“I got you! I got you.” He replies, looking calm, but his voice presents heightened urgency. Even with their best efforts, it’s a struggle to gain an edge over the enemy team. Occasionally, there’s a deafening scream of frustration or a swear, blaming someone on their own squad—him included—or server lag, which happens often. He’s not innocent in the matter either; in one instance he gets headshot from behind, and he fires off an emphatic curse too, punching his fist in the air out of rage. 

“Fuck!” He shouts as the enemy team’s points continue to jump higher, and the gap between them expands. There’s not much time left. A loss is all but guaranteed at this point. Still, he and the others play out the remaining time, even with the awareness that the match is practically over.

The game ends in a resounding victory for the enemy squad. It isn’t even close. If this was a championship or official tournament game, they’d get clowned on by the internet.

He takes off his headset, only to hear the sound of the doorbell that has been pestering him and the rest of the apartment for a while, to his complete ignorance. He quickly puts it back on to get a quick word to his teammates, saying,  “Someone’s knocking on my door. Go and start the next one without me.”

He walks to the front door, rubbing a hand on his hunched back, curious as to who could be knocking. Certainly not his neighbors, he theorizes, since he’s using a headset to cut down the loud gaming setup that bothered them before. He hasn’t ordered anything online lately either, so that’s out of the question too. Then for a moment, he realizes something. 

Could it be her? 

Upon realizing the absurdity of that thought, he shakes his head in denial; after that fateful night, he has never heard from her ever since. Why would she randomly come calling on his doorstep again?

He doesn’t realize the ringing of the doorbell has suddenly stopped. When he opens the door, he doesn’t find anyone standing outside, or anywhere in the hallway for that matter. However, there’s a small, wrapped box set on the floor inches away. Piqued by curiosity, he leans his head down to see a small note attached to it. His name is written on the paper in presumably red ink, dripping and leaking down to the sealed present.

“It’s not my birthday today,” he comments, picking up the mysterious gift without asking anyone or checking with anyone before closing the door. He walks to the living room, slowly unwrapping the enigmatic box along the way. As he gets acquainted with the box, he notes its unusual texture, but doesn’t seem concerned overall. He lifts the lid to find a second note with an item attached on it: a pink metallic flower in the shape of a cherry blossom. 

At its center, a red dot starts to blink. He rips the note off the strange object, then flips the paper around to see a new message, written in the same red ink like the first one.

“Tell him I said hi!” - M.S.

His eyes widen in shock, then he turns his gaze back to the metallic flower, now with a second blinking red dot on its core. Realizing what it actually is, he immediately tosses it away from him, with a deep, panicked shout. 

Piece by piece, the metals disintegrate and cause a huge explosion. The sheer power and force of the blast sends him flying back until he crashes against the wall, rendering him temporarily unconscious. A huge hole forms in his apartment and the flats surrounding it, both on the upper and lower floors. Smoke begins to gush out from where the bomb blew up, while objects in his room are either set ablaze or destroyed. 

Several minutes later, he regains consciousness, coughing hoarsely from the dust from being buried in wood and brick. He squints his eyes, trying to regain his sight. Everywhere he turns, there’s the open city—with winds blowing in all directions—completely uncovered by the violent detonation. He looks at the aftermath in utter disbelief, unable to comprehend what exactly is going on.

A sudden electric whir steals his attention, then a new sight grips him with awe and fear. A woman covered in a long cloak rests on a floating hovercraft right outside his wrecked apartment, glaring back at him with a wicked smirk on her lips and with deceptively alluring eyes. 

“You did this?” he blurts out with a tone meshed with both fright and shock.

“I hope you enjoyed my little gift,” she replies, tauntingly. She playfully looks at her darkened nails, relishing the damage she has caused. “This is just a warm up for the real treat.”

“What treat?” 

“You’ll find out soon enough.” 

With a confident, devilish grin, she turns her airborne machine around and flies away, her baleful, comical laughter echoing up to the sky. As she leaves, she casually drops a few more flower bombs, triggering several explosions on more buildings in the city. Waves of smoke rise, one after another, and mass hysteria ensues on the ground while she soars off to parts unknown.

—————

…

“Jeez.”

That was the only thing Eunbi could say after you told her everything, down to the most excruciating detail. The shoot, the gangbang, the subsequent sex in the dressing room—everything. Well, not exactly everything; there’s the part where you can tell by Hyewon’s tone that she has some kind of contempt for her and Yena, but you’d rather deal with that later.  

“Yeah, well she said hi by the way,” you add quietly into your phone’s microphone, staring at your friend through the screen, who’s smiling on the opposite end, nodding along. 

“But, it’s good then that she now knows.” Eunbi’s soft voice—a warm, comforting contrast to the coldness of Hyewon—answers you back, partially altered by bits of static due to poor communications. “I managed to get in touch with Yena. I’ll meet with her soon.”

“Really?” Your eyes light up at the positive results of her mission, and your inflection shows hope and excitement. “Where’d you find her?”

“Busan. Annoyingly, I’ve had to ditch the car at the terminal. My ass ain’t driving for four hours, plus traffic’s a thing. Gas prices suck.” Eunbi redirects her camera away from her sun-kissed face, redirecting it toward the other passengers aboard the train, mostly on their phones and minding their own business. 

“That far?” You’re surprised that Yena has managed to travel a long way overnight. “I hope she can actually meet you as soon as possible.”

“Yeah. Otherwise this would be a stupid waste of train tickets.” She grumbles, rolling her eyes in annoyance at the additional expenses, eliciting a small laugh out of you. “Anyway, I’m about to get off in two stops.”

“What do I do now?” you ask, worried about those thoughts slowly haunting you. Briefly look over your shoulder, and find nothing but the pale white walls of the dressing room, dreading Hyewon prematurely returning from her shoot. She’ll probably flash a friendly smile or two if she sees Eunbi, but you know it’s only a mask, a facade to hide her true feelings. 

“Do what?” Eunbi twists an eyebrow, while her lips curl into a frown. “Something wrong? You look nervous all of a sudden.”

Her words pass through deaf ears, as more of your worries bother you. It’s only when she modulates your name again that you snap out of your confused state.

“Hey!” She shouts, with her features turning dourer. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you say, stumbling through such an easy word like you’ve forgotten how to pronounce it, visibly affected in some shape or form. When you return your eyes to her, your brain starts functioning like it should. “I’ll be fine. I’m just anxious about her.”

“Mm, don’t worry. We’ve learned our lesson the first time, and we won’t let our guards down again,” says Eunbi with great confidence, like failure’s an impossibility, and it’s faith you wish you had too. “I’ll be going now. Take care, love.”

“Yeah. You too.” Wave goodbye to her from your side while she makes a kissy face on the screen. Then the call ends.

Hopping off the stained couch where you fucked Hyewon, you quietly waddle over to the dressing room’s door, stick your head out to see what’s going on. It’s dead silent; not one of the male models are on set, and the props remain untouched in the center of the room, directly in front of the lone camera placed on the tripod. 

“They’ve already left.” The cold, feminine voice echoes deeply in your ear, shattering the illusion of silence in the room.

“What the?” Look around panickedly, only to catch Hyewon right beside you, watching you with crossed arms, somehow avoiding your line of sight the whole time—or that you’re caught up in your own tunnel vision again. 

“Were you looking to see if I was getting railed by those boys a second time?” she asks, placing a gentle but firm hand on your shoulder with a playful, toying pout on her freshly puckered lips. “I thought I would never rub off on you.”

Much to your chagrin, you lift your head back, sighing. “God, Hyem, this isn’t time for jokes.”

She’s widely smiling, looking more arrogant and vain than ever, like she’s completely oblivious of the situation. Of course, she’s much smarter than that. “Lighten up, baby. You weren’t this anxious and tense when you were fucking me and Yena shamelessly.”

“That was—different,” you say, choking that last word out, the wobbliness in your tone selling you out.

“Different how?” Hyewon’s hands are all over your shoulders, turning your body to face hers, locking eyes together like there’s an unbreakable connection between you two. Before you know it, she has you pinned against the wall, smirking and quietly giggling, trapping you deeper with those chestnut pupils. “This is no different to what we did back then, what we did now, and what we’ll do again, and again, and again.”

She kisses you, soft and gently, like what she’s done so many times, and yet you fall for it every single time. From your collarbones to your chin, eventually those lush pink lips meet yours, and she slips her tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste her sweetness abundantly. You’ll never verbally admit, but you’d never grow tired of her, no matter how much you try to resist. In fact, she’s rubbed off on you and it’s impossible to remove that familiarity, especially when she tastes so good.

“Haven’t—you—had—enough?” You mumble into her mouth as she continues to make out with you, humming sweet music into your lips. A pointless question, given how passionate she is when it comes to kissing you, and how her nails are marking into your shirt in an attempt to get rid of it once more. If she could tear it to pieces, she absolutely would. 

Affirming this, she cups your face with urgency, then pulls you further into the kiss, as if you’re not drowning under her love ocean already.  “Fuck no.” 

In the middle of another sudden makeout session, you’re back to square one again. Lift the black shirt over her head to expose her creamy, nakedness in all her full glory. She does the same to yours in return; now your clothes are back on the floor before you’re at the mercy of each other’s lips again. It’s a repetitive cycle, but it never fails to spark a raging fire of lust and desire between you both. 

Perhaps you needed this—something and someone to jog your memories through pleasant times before things went south, when everything was simple and it was all beautiful. You’re wiser now, but Hyewon’s body serves as a reminder of what you had, and what you lost. She’s still in the past, hungry and fiending for what you both shared, but you’re long past that, ready to move forward, but right as you’re about to cross that line, she drags you back, unwilling to let you go.

Maybe it’s her, but in actuality, it’s you. After all, you’re allowing her to peel through your pants and boxers, allowing her free use of your cock like it’s her property every time.

You utter a strained moan as her fingers slide down your body, to that treasured possession of a cock, stroking you hard with intricate precision, perfectly done with all the experience she has with your shaft. Her eyes keep you magnetized, staring at you with the same wave of passion she’s had for you since you first met. At first, the pumps are quick and unrelenting, but soon switch to slow and emphatic. The further she goes, the more pleasure she seeps from you, making sure your entire figure shudders with each jerk of your cock.

“Relax. This will make you feel better. Trust me.” Hyewon delivers each word with sultry conviction, it eases you into a vivid, hypnotic state and relinquishes more control to her. She jerks you into creating deeper, needier groans, and when you say her name with such breathless, suffocating force, it’s heaven to her ears. 

“F-fuck, Hyem—” Another stroke, another moan. Your eyes roll deep into the back of your skull, head twisted and bent in an uncanny position due to the overwhelming ecstasy coursing throughout your body. Your hands grip onto her tiny waist for support as she continues to pump you, tease you, and remind you of what you had.

“Yes, that’s it. Moan for me,” she says, like she’s commanding you, and you’re more than willing to comply. Your jaw slacks wide, producing prolonged groan after groan, like you’re a babbling child with no words to call your own. Your senses have gone completely numb, with every muscle in your body slowly falling apart, as Hyewon watches on with a giggle and an effervescent smile—a stark contrast to the lewd act she’s performing on you.

“My god, Hyewon.” Your hand, carefully led and guided by her graceful motions, find their way back to her meaty flesh, recapturing the sensitive, taut bud on her chest. Through glazed eyes, you capture flashes of Hyewon’s constantly evolving expressions, body quivering from the tight sensation you have on her. “So—fucking—hot.”

She rolls her head back, fluttery eyes drawing themselves shut as your fingers explore her bountiful chest, relishing in familiar but warm, arousing pleasures. “God, you should have seen their faces.”

“Hm?”

“They didn’t know I was getting fucked so hard already,” she says, and though it’s not directly implied, the words are enough to make your heart jump and your ego fly. Her hand is no longer on your stiff cock, rather going up and down on your back, leaving marks to let everyone know who you belong to. “Let’s just say they don’t ever want to see me again.”

“Good,” you whisper, leaving another poignant kiss on her intoxicating lips. “I—I didn’t like those guys one bit.”

“Scared that they were giving me good dick?” Her eyes swing open, directly meeting yours with an inviting and inescapable stare. You bend her downward, lifting a leg up to your waist like you’re in the middle of a fiery dance. “They were never enough to satisfy me compared to yours.”

It’s difficult to tell if it’s sincerity or flattery—maybe both; you never know when it comes to Hyewon. But the words slice through your inhibitions and pierce right through your loins, and you’re falling for her enticing spell, and it’s like you’ve never learnt your lesson at all. 

Take her back to the dressing room couch, the same one you railed her on half an hour ago, and you’re tangled up in circles with her again. Wrapping her slender legs around her waist, you flip her around, face down on the stained mattress, and slip the rest of her partly soiled undergarments off her. Her cunt is leaking, dripping with thick, gooey liquid, presumably from the guys she’s modeling with.

It should have raised red flags, but you’re not surprised. You’ve fucked her in twice, and she’s taken more cock from anyone in such a short timespan that it’s much more of a surprise she hasn’t been knocked up or passed out. Still, you set your sights on the prize that is her wrecked, stretched out pussy, intent to ruin her more than ever before. 

“Nobody’s around now, give it to me hard—fuck!” Hyewon cries out loudly as you push yourself into her wet, inviting warmth, finding her tight, needy, and ready as she’s always been. Even when you’ve pounded her before, this scream is the loudest one she’s produced, as if she was previously holding back. 

“I don’t want slow love making, baby. Please fuck me hard and fast and—aaah!” Without a second’s hesitation, you sink deep into her suffocating heat, cutting her sentence off. It was never on your mind, anyway. The idea of passionate, intimate sex was Hyewon’s least favorite kind. You were so used to high tempo, quick and tiresome fucking that it’s almost second nature to pump your cock deep in her womb without care for her comfort or yours.

The force and speed you pound Hyewon from behind severs all forms of communication between you. She’s reduced to a moaning, shouting mess, occasionally muffled by the flimsy couch her face is planted on. Otherwise, she’s crying out in rising crescendos, letting off an occasional swear. But when she whines out your name, you reward her by stroking faster than your hips permit, much to the soreness of your muscles, holding her shoulder in your palm and her stem in the other.

Surely by now, everyone inside the building has been made aware of your presence, if the cameras haven’t exposed you already. It’s been an hour and you should have been forced out, yet you’re in there, balls deep inside their model’s tight, stifling cunt. But you can’t stop, nor do you ever plan to—not when Hyewon’s perfectly sculpted body is jiggling and shaking violently because of you, and she’s so blissfully intoxicated, echoing your name out so proudly.

Even as your heavy legs begin to wobble, imploring you to slow down lest they break, you continue slamming your hips into her, spurred on by the silky, satisfying claps made by your flesh slapping against hers. If only the room-filling mirror in her dressing room was a few inches lower. For now, you’ll settle with her euphoric cries of pleasure and the brisk quivers of her figure held in your grasp. 

It’s in the little things she does: her well-manicured nails tearing through the thin, weak fabric of the couch, the complete weakness and lack of resistance as she falls deeper to her pleasure, and the sudden patheticness of her moans that fills the once raucous room, with your smacks of skin now the loudest thing in the whole place. “So—close—”

Two words are all she can muster before she goes quiet once more, leaving the rest entirely in your control. You’re struggling too; the heat between her legs is turning more intense by the second, and you’re a few loose screws away from another deep orgasm inside her. It’s so difficult to even avert your gaze from the splayed, naked goddess that is Hyewon, weak back arches, steady body ripples, and all. She may not be directly watching you, but she can certainly feel that you’re hesitating and second guessing what to do. 

Even without her direction, you know anything less than a load in her cunt would be a death sentence. As your eventual climax creeps in, you lay your head besides hers, take in the strange fusion of sex, sweat, and perfume she’s wearing. Kiss the side of her neck as you give her another surge of thrusts, sloppily soaking up her creamy flesh with a vibrant, satisfied hum. It’s the closest you can get to passionate love making with her before she calls you out for being too soft.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re so damn tight, angel.” You whisper gentle moans in her ear, nibbling her skin while you lift her head slightly. Through the waves of dark hair concealing her face, you catch a little glimpse of the slightest toothy smile on her features, enjoying every moment getting railed as much as you do. “I can’t believe how much of a slut you are, still needy for my cum after getting so much already.”

“Cum in me, then.” Hyewon purrs weakly, hoarsely, using two fingers to brush aside some of the hair obstructing her view. One half-lidded stare is enough to hook your attention. “Give this slutty angel of yours all that hot, gooey cum that I oh-so fucking want.”

You were practically crawling to your orgasm, but the last sentence was the push needed to send you over the edge. Call it a well-timed coincidence or part of a plan, right as your legs stumble forward, you come through with one more thrust that causes your mind to go blank. Your palms cling to whatever flesh they can hold impulsively, like your body’s on lock, as a surge of hotness fills your loins. Your mouth groans, but nothing’s verbalizing. 

For the next few minutes, maybe longer—much longer—you slump atop Hyewon, resting your head beside hers as the room goes dead silent. It’s such an awkward position you’re both tangled up in; such a knot is usually designated for blacked out drunkards rather than two people partaking in sex. Forget that you’re in a dressing room and all; it feels like you’re both in bed, like you used to be.

—————

“You make no fucking sense.” 

None of this makes any sense to you, either. One look at your phone and it’s already half past five. You haven’t seen the sun since you entered the building but you’re sure it’s already gone. Where did the past two hours go? The last thing you remember before passing out is lying next to Hyewon on the couch, which has become completely non washable at this point. Now she’s on the floor, on her knees, with your drenched cock sandwiched between her breasts, just as wet and full of warm, sticky cum. 

Her voice demands your attention. Her gaze also demands your attention. One wrong look, one wrong move, and she will snap your dick in half between her tits. With strength you have regained, you choose to do the right thing and follow her every motion.

“So, are we a thing again?” you ask, flatly.

“Up to you,” replies Hyewon, slightly tilted. Your cock sinks deep between her cleavage, then reemerges slicker than before. “I—I couldn’t care less if you fucked Eunbi again after this.” 

Though she says otherwise, it’s clear that she’s bothered by your interactions with your former lovers—who wouldn’t be when their lover is speaking with their exes and other potential suitresses—and her tone couldn’t be more apparent. “I know, I know,” she adds, pining, “You’re sick of me. Sick of all of this. If that’s how you feel, then go ahead.”

“That’s not it,” you say, frowning. “It’s—It’s a lot more complicated than that.”

“Complicated? Great excuse. Definitely have not heard that a thousand times before.” Hyewon’s snarky tone rubs you the wrong way; she’s becoming too difficult and insufferable at the worst time imaginable. 

You can’t bear to hide your feelings any longer. “Well how can I say it isn’t? Tell me who’s the one always fucking five guys behind my back?” 

Suddenly, she rises up from the floor, towers above you, weakly slouched against the couch. It takes every fiber of restraint in her not to slap you. It’s a trigger to her; she never really questioned the long-term consequences of her behaviors, always running from one man to another when it happens.

“Tell me who’s the one allowing it to happen in the first place. You were supposed to be my boyfriend, right? How come you never acted like it?”

Without another word, she walks off, with tears forming in her eyes, and leaves you alone, with nothing but fatigue, and something to think about.

Suddenly, your phone beeps. One glance and it’s a text message from a forgotten friend—Hong Jaein. Your eyes widen as you look at the contents, and you can’t help but mutter an audible, “Oh God.”

Pictures of his apartment, completely in tatters, plus a written note in his hand saying:

> “Tell him I said hi.” - M.S.