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Game of Nine Part 3

OC X DAHYUN

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Kiho lingered in front of Choi Hyuk, eyes gleaming under the pale streetlight, his smirk deepening with the kind of confidence that only comes from knowing you’ve crossed a line—and enjoyed it. He subtly unlocked his phone, its screen momentarily displaying a vivid image before he angled it just slightly, letting Choi Hyuk catch a tantalizing glimpse.

“You ever really look at them?” he asked, his voice low and slow, like velvet sliding across glass. “I mean not just as idols on a screen, but as women? Real, breathing women with heat and hunger and secrets?”

Choi Hyuk’s jaw twitched, his silence sharp, brittle. He couldn't help but notice the flash on Kiho's phone – a close-up shot that screamed Momo. Her lower body was the focus, the curve of her bare hip and the dark triangle of hair just visible at the top of her thighs taking centre stage. A playful bubble emoji seemed to float just above her most intimate area.

Kiho gave a short laugh, soft and dangerous. “Momo?” he said, savouring the name like a delicacy. “God, the way she moves when no one's watching… there's this rhythm in her hips, like her body’s always dancing, always asking. She doesn’t even know she’s doing it. But I noticed. And once I touched her—not even anything obvious, just a hand on her waist—she leaned into it like she’d been waiting her whole life for someone not afraid to close the distance.” As he spoke, he casually flicked through his gallery, another image briefly appearing – Momo lying on her stomach, her bare backside raised slightly, a mischievous wink seemingly directed at the camera.

He tilted his head, letting the words settle. He then brought up another image, this time a message thread with Jihyo. “And Jihyo…” he breathed, almost reverent. “She’s something else entirely. Fire and control wrapped up in one perfect storm. She acts like she’s in charge—and to everyone else, she is. But when you get close enough, when you say the right thing in just the right tone, you see it. That moment her mask slips. The way her breath catches when someone sees past all that armor.” As he said this, Choi Hyuk caught a fleeting but unmistakable glimpse of Jihyo. She was in a dimly lit room, her top pulled down just enough to reveal the plump curve of her bare breast, the dark outline of her nipple clearly visible.

Kiho stepped closer, until the air between them was charged, electric. He then brought up a full-screen image, this one unmistakably Momo. She was leaning back in a chair, her legs spread wide, her short skirt hiked up to reveal the tops of her stockinged thighs and a hint of something much more intimate. Her expression was a playful pout, her finger teasingly touching her lips. “I didn’t seduce them with tricks, Hyuk. I made them feel seen. Made them feel like women, not dolls in glass cases. And they gave me back something real in return.” He subtly scrolled through his gallery again, this time lingering for a moment on a shot that made Choi Hyuk’s breath hitch – a close-up of Kiho’s own erect cock, thick and glistening.

Choi Hyuk’s breathing had quickened, though he tried to hide it. His fists were still clenched, but now it wasn’t just anger—there was confusion, resentment… and something darker. Something Kiho saw immediately.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Kiho whispered, voice curling around the tension. “The heat. The jealousy. That little voice in your head wondering what it would be like to have that kind of power. To be inside their orbit the way I am.” He then brought up a final image, this one of Nayeon, her previous barely-covered picture now in full view. Her breasts were gloriously bare, pushed together to emphasize her cleavage, her hard nipples practically begging to be touched. Her expression was sultry, a playful bite on her lower lip.

He leaned in, just enough to drop the final blow. “And I’m just getting started. Nine members. Nine different stories. You going to keep watching, Hyuk? Or are you finally going to admit you like what you see?”

Kiho turned with a flourish, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he pocketed his phone, the images seared into Choi Hyuk’s mind. He strolled off into the night, his presence still lingering like expensive cologne.

Choi Hyuk remained rooted, burning with a mixture of rage, envy, and something far more dangerous: temptation, his mind reeling from the explicit glimpses of the women he admired, now intimately connected with the man who had just so brazenly flaunted his conquests.

Having tasted the forbidden fruit with Momo and Jihyo, Kiho's confidence had ballooned. He’d boasted, in his usual smug way, to Choi Hyuk about his "growing connections" within Twice. To further solidify his self-proclaimed success and perhaps to twist the knife of jealousy a little deeper, Kiho had casually mentioned that Dahyun was filming a scene for a movie and suggested they go "check it out." Choi Hyuk, despite his resentment, found himself tagging along, a reluctant spectator in Kiho's increasingly audacious exploits. And so, they found themselves lurking near the bustling set of "You Are the Apple of My Eye," watching as Dahyun prepared to film.

The humid air of the outdoor filming set clung to Dahyun like a second skin, the tight school uniform doing little to conceal the generous curves of her figure. The crisp white shirt, though buttoned demurely to the top, strained visibly across her surprisingly full and round breasts, the outline of what looked like a delicate lace bra clearly pressing through the thin fabric. Each breath she took caused the material to stretch and pull, hinting at the soft, yielding flesh beneath. The short plaid skirt, riding high above her naturally curvaceous hips, showcased a significant length of her smooth, pale thighs, their gentle swell hinting at a delightful softness. The tightness of the skirt accentuated her small waist before flaring slightly over the subtle but noticeable roundness of her ass, promising a handful of pure, unadulterated softness.

Kiho leaned against a light stand, his gaze possessively sweeping over Dahyun's figure. “That uniform barely contains her,” he murmured to Choi Hyuk, a lascivious smirk playing on his lips. “Those little boobs are just begging to be freed.” His eyes lingered on the way the shirt seemed to fight against the fullness of her chest, imagining his hands cupping their weight, feeling the soft give of her flesh against his palms.

Choi Hyuk, a few steps behind, felt a familiar heat pooling in his groin. Dahyun’s petite frame packed a surprising punch in that uniform. The way her thighs filled out the short skirt, promising a delicious squeeze, had his blood racing. He fantasized about his hands sliding up those smooth legs, inching closer to the secrets hidden beneath the plaid fabric. He imagined pressing his face against her ample chest, inhaling her sweet scent.

Dahyun moved with an inherent energy, her steps light and bouncy, causing her breasts to jiggle subtly beneath her shirt, a sight that didn’t escape Kiho’s notice. “See that?” he whispered, a knowing gleam in his eyes. “Even that innocent little bounce is enough to drive a man wild.” He imagined peeling that pristine white shirt open, revealing the rosy tips of her nipples, tracing their delicate outline with his tongue.

Kiho briefly caught Dahyun’s eye, offering a casual wave. She responded with a bright, innocent smile, a stark contrast to the explicit thoughts running through both men's minds. “She’s so oblivious,” Kiho chuckled softly, turning back to Choi Hyuk. “Doesn’t even know the kind of thoughts she’s stirring up just by standing there.” He then let his gaze drop lower, lingering on the subtle curve of her backside beneath the tight skirt. “That little ass… perfect for gripping while you take her from behind.”

Choi Hyuk swallowed hard, his gaze mirroring Kiho’s. He imagined pulling that skirt up, revealing the lacy edge of her panties, pressing himself against her until he could feel the soft give of her buttocks. The primness of the uniform only amplified the forbidden nature of his desires, making Dahyun's youthful curves seem even more tantalizing. Kiho had the casual confidence of a man who felt he had access, while Choi Hyuk could only watch, his mind a whirlwind of explicit images fueled by Dahyun’s deceptively innocent yet undeniably sensual form.

Dahyun, a mischievous glint in her bright eyes even as she feigned exhaustion, bounded off set towards the green room, her short plaid skirt bouncing perkily with each step, flashing glimpses of her long, slender legs that ended in white ankle socks peeking just above her sneakers. Kiho, a predatory smile already forming on his lips, gave Choi Hyuk a pointed look before sauntering after her. Choi Hyuk, predictably, followed, glued to Kiho’s movements like a shadow.

The green room door remained slightly ajar, offering Choi Hyuk a tantalizing peek. Dahyun had tossed her water bottle onto the table and was already fiddling with her tie, a playful frown on her face as if struggling with the knot. Kiho was instantly by her side, his fingers gently brushing hers as he took over. “Let me, clumsy,” he chuckled, his gaze lingering on the soft curve of her neck just above the crisp white collar of her shirt.

Dahyun giggled, a bright, airy sound. “I swear this tie has a mind of its own,” she said, tilting her head back slightly, giving Kiho even more access to her slender neck. As Kiho’s fingers worked at the tie, he deliberately slowed his movements, his knuckles grazing the top button of her shirt, feeling the slight pressure against the fabric that stretched across her chest.

“You know,” Kiho murmured, his voice low and suggestive, his eyes now fixed on the way her shirt clung to her surprisingly full breasts, “this whole innocent schoolgirl look… it’s really doing things to me.”

Dahyun’s playful frown returned, but this time it was laced with a teasing edge. “Oh yeah?” she purred, her gaze dropping to his lips and then flicking back up to his eyes. “What exactly is it doing, Kiho-oppa?” She leaned in slightly, the tips of her fingers tracing the edge of his collar, her movements mirroring his earlier touch on her neck.

Kiho’s hand had now fully loosened her tie, letting it hang undone, revealing a hint of the skin beneath her collarbone. His fingers trailed down, lingering just above the second button of her shirt, the fabric pulled taut over her budding cleavage. “It makes me want to see what’s underneath all this prim and proper attire,” he whispered, his thumb lightly brushing against the edge of the button.

Dahyun’s breath hitched. She stepped back slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She reached down and playfully hiked up her short skirt a fraction higher, revealing even more of her long, smooth legs and the tops of her white socks. “Maybe you’ll have to work for it,” she said, her voice a soft challenge. She then leaned back against the table, crossing her long legs, the movement causing her skirt to ride up even further, offering a tantalizing glimpse of the fabric underneath.

Choi Hyuk, watching through the sliver of the open door, felt his throat tighten. The playful yet overtly sexual banter between them, combined with Dahyun’s teasing use of her uniform, was incredibly arousing. He could see the clear outline of her bra through the damp fabric of her shirt, the undone tie suggesting a loosening of inhibitions. Her long, bare thighs, revealed by the hiked-up skirt, were a direct invitation, and the way she held Kiho’s gaze left no doubt about the undercurrent of desire flowing between them. Kiho was clearly in control of this game, and Choi Hyuk could only watch, a frustrated voyeur to their escalating flirtation.

With a swift, effortless movement, Kiho reached out and gently lifted Dahyun onto the small table, her short skirt riding even higher, revealing the delicate lace trim of her underwear peeking out from beneath. Dahyun giggled, her hands instinctively reaching behind her to steady herself. Kiho, now standing directly in front of her, took the ends of her loosened tie in his hands. Instead of simply straightening it, he used it to gently tug her closer, her body sliding forward until her knees almost brushed against his thighs.

Kiho’s gaze swept over Dahyun’s face, lingering on her bright, expressive eyes, her cute, button nose, and the fullness of her lips. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her cheek. “You’re even more beautiful up close,” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper.

He then began to tease her delicate features, the back of his fingers lightly tracing the curve of her cheekbone. Dahyun shivered, her eyes fluttering closed for a fleeting moment. Kiho then trailed his fingers down to her lips, gently outlining their shape, feeling their softness. He lingered there for a moment, his thumb lightly pressing into her lower lip, making her part them slightly.

Moving lower, Kiho’s fingers danced along the slender column of her neck, pausing at the sensitive spot just below her earlobe, sending another shiver through Dahyun. He could feel her pulse quickening beneath his touch. “You feel that, Dahyun-ah?” he whispered, his gaze intent on her reaction. “That’s what you do to me too.”

Choi Hyuk, still watching through the crack in the door, felt a surge of intense jealousy. He could see the clear attraction between Kiho and Dahyun, the intimate way Kiho was touching her. He imagined being the one standing that close, feeling her soft skin beneath his fingertips, her breath warm against his face. His own body tightened with longing and frustration as he witnessed Kiho’s effortless charm and Dahyun’s clear enjoyment of his attention.

Without any further hesitation, Kiho leaned in, his lips crashing against Dahyun’s in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was raw and immediate, his mouth opening wide against hers, demanding entrance as his tongue slid deep into her mouth. It tangled with hers in a slow, wet, and utterly unrestrained exploration, a primal dance of saliva and heat. Dahyun gasped, a surprised sound that quickly morphed into a soft moan of arousal, her lips parting further to grant him deeper access. Their tongues met and swirled, a sloppy, intimate ballet that left no doubt about the intensity of their sudden desire. Kiho’s hands, which had been framing her face, now tightened in her hair, tilting her head back to deepen the connection, his thumbs pressing firmly against her cheeks.

At the same time, Kiho subtly shifted his hips, the thick, hard length of his cock pressing insistently against Dahyun’s clothed mound. He began to rock his pelvis slowly at first, a deliberate grind that sent a visible shudder through Dahyun’s small frame. She moaned again against his lips, a deeper, more urgent sound this time, her hands leaving his arms to clutch at his waist, her own hips instinctively meeting his with a growing, frantic rhythm. The friction through their clothing was immediate and incredibly arousing, a blatant, insistent pressure that promised the even greater pleasure waiting beneath. He could feel the wetness already seeping through her uniform skirt, a clear sign of her quickening arousal.

Breaking the intense, wet kiss, both of them were breathing heavily, their eyes locking, glazed with lust. Kiho’s grip on her hair tightened for a fleeting moment before his hands dropped with a sudden, almost violent urgency to the buttons of her crisp white shirt. He ripped downwards, the plastic fasteners popping open and skittering across the table, the sharp sound echoing in the small room. The fabric parted dramatically, revealing the delicate lace of her bra, a flimsy white thing that barely contained the fullness of her perky breasts. Kiho didn’t hesitate, his hands immediately going to the soft mounds. He palmed them roughly, his thumbs rubbing hard over the delicate lace, feeling the unmistakable hardness of her nipples pressing against his fingertips. He squeezed, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Dahyun, her eyes widening in a mixture of shock and intense arousal.

Choi Hyuk, pressed against the slightly ajar door, felt his own cock throb with a desperate urgency. The raw physicality of Kiho’s actions was a brutal assault on his senses, igniting a firestorm of lust and envy within him. The passionate, open-mouthed kiss, the blatant, insistent humping against her clothed pussy, and the almost savage ripping open of her shirt sent jolts of pure, unadulterated desire through him. He could see the deep flush creeping up Dahyun’s neck, her rapid, shallow breathing, the way her eyes flickered between shock and an undeniable, almost desperate arousal. Kiho was moving with a possessive confidence that spoke of prior encounters, and Dahyun, despite the abruptness of his advances, seemed completely enthralled, her body already reacting in kind. Choi Hyuk’s jealousy coiled tighter in his gut, a burning ache that mirrored the intense throbbing in his own groin. He was a helpless observer, trapped just inches away from the explicit scene, his own desires a painful echo of the pleasure unfolding before his very eyes..

Without wasting another second, Kiho leaned down, his mouth opening wide as he latched onto Dahyun’s exposed nipple through the delicate lace of her bra. He sucked hard, drawing the sensitive nub deep into his mouth, his tongue flicking and swirling across its erect tip, eliciting a sharp, almost painful cry from Dahyun that she bit back against her lip. He repeated the action on her other breast, his teeth gently scraping against the fabric before his wet mouth enveloped it, alternating between deep, insistent sucks that made her gasp for air and teasing flicks of his tongue that sent shivers of raw, electric sensation coursing through her entire body. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her head falling back against the table, her breath coming in short, ragged pants that echoed her mounting desire.

His hands, still grasping the edges of her now fully open shirt, slid lower, finding the hem of her short plaid skirt. With a sudden, forceful rip, he yanked it upwards, the fabric tearing slightly as it rode high on her thighs, revealing the thin, pale blue fabric of her panties stretched across her damp mound. Without hesitation, his fingers, already slick with her arousal and his precum, slid beneath the elastic at her hip, tearing the small garment with a sharp, decisive rip. The sound echoed loudly in the small, tense room, and Dahyun’s thighs instinctively parted wider, completely exposing her wet and swollen vulva. Her eyes flew open, meeting Kiho’s with a raw mixture of shock, vulnerability, and fierce, undeniable desire.

In the next instant, Kiho shifted his body, the thick, throbbing head of his fully erect cock pressing directly against her bare, slick pussy. The contact was immediate, intense, and undeniably visceral, a raw, primal connection that made Dahyun gasp and arch her back off the table, her body instinctively trying to grind against him, seeking more of that incredible pressure. A soft, wet moan, this time fully escaping her lips, rippled through the air, a clear, unmistakable sign of the incredible pleasure and overwhelming arousal the direct, skin-on-skin contact was giving her. Her hands slid from his shoulders to grip his waist, pulling him closer, desperate for the friction.

Choi Hyuk, his face pressed against the narrow gap in the door, felt a jolt of pure, agonizing lust shoot through him. The sight of Kiho’s mouth aggressively sucking on Dahyun’s bare nipples, the abrupt and brutal ripping of her panties exposing her vulnerable core, and then the undeniable bulge of his hard cock pressed so intimately against her wet pussy was almost unbearable to witness. He imagined himself in Kiho’s place, feeling the heat and slickness of her body against his own, hearing her unrestrained moans of pleasure directed at him. His own erection throbbed with a desperate, aching need, the sounds and sights emanating from the green room fueling his intense jealousy and a near-crippling level of arousal.

Without any hint of tenderness, Kiho’s hands clamped onto Dahyun’s hips, his fingers digging possessively into the soft, yielding flesh of her buttocks. He lifted her slightly, positioning her perfectly, and then, with a sudden, brutal thrust, he drove his thick, hard cock deep into her wet and unprepared pussy. Dahyun’s breath exploded from her lungs in a sharp, involuntary cry, a fleeting flicker of surprise and a momentary sting of discomfort crossing her face before being instantly overwhelmed by a rush of intense, almost shocking pleasure. She gasped, her eyes widening as Kiho’s substantial length filled her completely, stretching her tight, virginal walls with a satisfying resistance. She instinctively reacted, her long legs wrapping tightly around his waist, her heels digging into his back, pulling him in deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him buried inside her.

Kiho, without missing a beat, began to pound into her with a raw, primal urgency. His hips slammed against hers, the fleshy thud of their bodies colliding echoing loudly in the confined space of the green room. He drove his cock in and out, each thrust a deliberate, forceful act, plunging to the hilt and then withdrawing almost completely before repeating the deep penetration. Dahyun’s head thrashed against the table, her moans escaping her lips now with less restraint, growing louder and more insistent with each powerful impact. Kiho relished the slick heat engulfing his shaft, the tight, almost desperate grip of her inner muscles clenching and releasing around him with each frenzied movement. His gaze roamed freely over her body as he fucked her relentlessly – her short plaid skirt was hiked up around her hips, a tangle of fabric revealing the bare skin of her thighs and the torn remnants of her panties. Her crisp white shirt hung open, the popped buttons scattered on the table, exposing the delicate lace of her bra, now damp with sweat, and the tops of her heaving, gloriously full breasts, their nipples already hard and erect from his earlier ministrations. He briefly reached down, his hand cupping the weight of one of her perky boobs, his thumb roughly stroking her already sensitive nipple as he continued his aggressive assault, his movements becoming more frenzied, his own breath catching in his throat.

Dahyun’s initial shock had completely dissolved, replaced by an unrestrained wave of carnal pleasure. She met Kiho’s brutal thrusts with an equal, almost desperate fervour, her body bucking against his, her moans turning into cries of pure ecstasy with each deep penetration. Her hands clutched tightly onto his shoulders, her fingers digging into his back, her nails leaving faint scratches in his skin as she rode him hard, her head thrown back, her long neck exposed, her eyes half-closed and glazed with a haze of pure, animalistic pleasure. Her entire being was focused on the incredible sensations flooding her body, the intense stretching, the rhythmic pounding, the feeling of being completely filled by him.

Without pausing his relentless assault, Kiho suddenly gripped Dahyun’s thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks, lifting her with surprising strength while his thick cock remained firmly lodged deep within her slick pussy. Dahyun gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping tighter around his waist for balance as she was suspended in mid-air, still gloriously impaled. The change in angle was instantly electrifying, Kiho’s shaft now pressing against her G-spot with a more direct and intense pressure with each movement.

Kiho, holding her weight effortlessly, continued to thrust into her, his hips pumping with a renewed vigor as he carried her a few steps away from the table. Dahyun cried out, a breathless sound that was a mixture of surprise and heightened pleasure erupting from her lips. The feeling of being completely filled and suspended, moving as one with each powerful thrust, was overwhelmingly intense. Her head lolled back, her eyes squeezed shut, her grip on his shoulders tightening until her knuckles were white as she felt a new wave of sensation begin to coil deep within her.

To further stoke her rising pleasure, Kiho used his free hand to cup her bare backside, his thumb pressing firmly against her clit through the damp fabric of her torn panties. Dahyun’s whimpers grew more frantic. He then shifted his grip, sliding his fingers between her legs from behind, gently spreading her wider, allowing his cock to penetrate even deeper with each thrust.

The rhythm intensified, Kiho’s thrusts becoming deeper and faster, each powerful plunge sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core. Dahyun’s breath hitched, and she began to whimper and gasp in rapid succession, her body convulsing subtly with each forceful impact. A high-pitched moan escaped her lips, followed by another and another, each one laced with increasing urgency and a desperate need for release. Her inner muscles began to clench around Kiho’s cock, tighter and tighter, a frantic, involuntary squeezing that made Kiho grunt with satisfaction. Then, with a final, shuddering gasp that seemed to tear from the depths of her soul, Dahyun’s back arched, her body going completely rigid as a series of intense, pulsating waves of pure, unadulterated ecstasy ripped through her. Her first orgasm hit her with a force that made her cry out, a raw, unrestrained sound of pure, unadulterated bliss that echoed in the small room.

One of the sexiest idols in Korea, Kiho thought, a surge of pure dominance flooding his senses, millions of men fantasize about fucking her, and here she is, trembling and screaming her first orgasm on my cock. The memory of just yesterday, Jihyo’s soft moans and Momo’s wet sounds as they both trembled under his fingers, flashed through his mind, making his already rock-hard erection feel even thicker and more potent. He gripped Dahyun’s thighs tighter, his thrusts deepening with renewed vigor, reveling in the absolute power he held in that moment.

Kiho, feeling the incredible, tight contractions gripping his cock, continued to pump into her with a renewed intensity, relishing the feel of her climax washing over him, her wetness lubricating him even further. He could see the pure, unadulterated pleasure etched on her face, the tears that squeezed from beneath her tightly shut eyelids, the way her body trembled in his arms.

Without breaking their connection, Kiho gently lowered Dahyun until her hands rested on the edge of the table for support. Her skirt had twisted high around her hips, a chaotic mess of plaid revealing the bare curve of her lower back and the torn edges of her panties clinging precariously to one thigh. Her white shirt hung open, the flimsy lace of her bra now damp and clinging to the full curve of her breasts, their nipples still hard and sensitive. He gripped her hips firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks, pulling her back against his rock-hard length, the head of his cock teasing the wet entrance of her pussy. Her long legs trembled slightly, a visible sign of the intensity of her arousal.

Reaching forward, Kiho gently gathered a handful of Dahyun's soft, silky hair at the nape of her neck, the strands cool against his heated skin. He used it to tilt her head up, exposing the delicate line of her spine and giving him a clearer view of her flushed face and parted lips. He then positioned himself behind her, the thick, throbbing head of his member rubbing against the slick, swollen lips of her eager pussy, sending electric jolts through her already sensitized nerves. Dahyun whimpered softly, her hands gripping the table tighter, her anticipation a tangible thing in the air.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Kiho finally slid his entire length into her, filling her completely with a satisfying stretch. Dahyun cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that echoed in the small room. Kiho began to fuck her in the doggy style, his hips pumping with a deep, steady rhythm, his hands still gripping her hips, guiding her movements and controlling the pace. He could feel the incredible tightness of her slick walls clenching around his thick shaft with each deep thrust, her inner muscles milking him with a delicious intensity.

From his vantage point, Kiho had a perfect, unobstructed view of Dahyun's body. Her messy school uniform, the white shirt revealing the enticing swell of her trembling breasts, the plaid skirt a disheveled frame for her long, bare thighs and the glimpse of torn lace, only amplified her vulnerability and his dominant control. Her long, slender legs shook with each powerful thrust, and her soft, breathy moans filled the air, punctuated by sharper gasps as his cock hit just the right spot deep inside her. This was Dahyun of Twice, an idol worshipped by millions, and he was buried deep within her, fucking her hard, her body trembling with his every move, her pleasure his for the taking. The realization sent another surge of heat and power coursing through him, making his cock feel even thicker and more potent as he continued his relentless, pleasurable assault

Without breaking their intense rhythm, Kiho reached around, his hands cupping Dahyun's full, trembling breasts. His thumbs rubbed hard against her already erect nipples through the damp lace of her bra, eliciting sharp intakes of breath from her. He squeezed and kneaded the soft mounds, his fingers digging into her flesh as he continued to pound into her from behind. The sensation of his thick cock stretching her from within while his hands aggressively played with her sensitive breasts sent new waves of pleasure crashing through her.

“You like that, hmm?” Kiho grunted between thrusts, his hot breath hitting the back of her neck. “My cock buried so deep inside you, and my hands all over your sweet tits.” He squeezed one breast particularly hard, making Dahyun cry out. “Such perfect little things, aren’t they? Begging for a good squeeze.”

He continued to fuck her hard, his hips slamming against hers with a wet, insistent rhythm, all while his hands remained firmly on her breasts, “Tell me how good it feels, Dahyun-ah,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “Tell me how much you love my cock inside you.”

Dahyun moaned loudly, her head thrashing back and forth, her hands gripping the table for dear life. “Oh, Kiho… yes… fuck me… it feels so good… so deep…”

“That’s right,” Kiho growled, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. “My cock belongs inside you, doesn’t it? And these perfect little tits belong in my hands.” He leaned forward, nuzzling his face against her neck while his fingers pinched and rolled her nipples, driving her closer and closer to the edge. “You’re so fucking hot, Dahyun. Such a good little idol getting fucked just the way you deserve.”

Suddenly, a sharp rap on the door startled them. “Dahyun-ssi? We need you back on set in five minutes!” a voice called out from the other side.

Kiho froze mid-thrust, his body still deeply embedded within Dahyun. Her eyes snapped open, widening in surprise and a hint of panic. Her hands, which had been gripping Kiho’s back, tightened instinctively. A soft gasp escaped her lips.

Choi Hyun, who had been glued to the crack in the door, flinched at the sudden sound. He quickly backed away from the door, his eyes darting around the room for another vantage point. Spotting a window partially obscured by a curtain, he silently rushed towards it, carefully pulling the edge of the curtain back just enough to create a small gap to see inside. He could still clearly see Dahyun and Kiho, now both frozen in their compromising position, Kiho’s hard cock still buried deep within her.

Dahyun’s chest heaved, her gaze flicking towards the door and then back to Kiho, her expression a mix of alarm and lingering arousal. Kiho, a smug look still on his face, leaned down and whispered something in her ear, his hand still firmly cupping one of her breasts.

From his hidden vantage point behind the partially drawn curtain, Choi Hyun’s breath hitched in his throat. Dahyun’s eyes darted from the door to Kiho, a flicker of panic mixed with a strange sort of thrill in her gaze. He could see the way Kiho’s lips were moving as he whispered to her, his hand still possessively cupping her breast.

Then, unbelievably, Dahyun took a step. Kiho didn’t budge, and Choi Hyun saw the subtle lift of her skirt, the awkward shift in her posture. He was still inside her. Choi Hyun’s jaw dropped slightly as she took another step, a barely perceptible wobble in her gait. With each movement, he could see the almost imperceptible clench of her thighs, a clear indication of Kiho’s continued presence within her.

She started to walk towards the door, and with every step she took, Choi Hyun saw the slight, almost involuntary thrust that rippled through her body. Kiho was fucking her with each movement, right there, in broad daylight, almost. The contrast between her schoolgirl uniform, now disheveled and revealing, and the blatant sexuality of the situation was a potent aphrodisiac, even through his jealous haze.

She reached the door, her hand trembling slightly as she reached for the handle. “Yes?” she called out, her voice a little higher than usual, a slight breathlessness to her tone that made his own cock tighten.

“Dahyun-ssi? We really need to get started on the next setup. Five minutes, okay?” the muffled voice replied from the other side.

Dahyun took a shaky breath. “Actually,” she said, her voice now sounding a little more composed, but still with that tell-tale tremor, “could you give me just… ten more minutes? I just need to… fix my makeup.”

There was a brief pause. “Ten minutes, Dahyun-ssi. But no longer, alright?”

“Yes, thank you so much!” Dahyun replied, a forced cheerfulness in her tone. She closed her eyes for a fleeting second, a small, almost imperceptible groan escaping her lips. Choi Hyun watched, mesmerized, as she then subtly shifted her hips, rocking them back almost imperceptibly to meet Kiho’s cock deeper inside her. Her movements were small, controlled, but undeniably sensual, and he could see the slight strain in her neck as she fought to suppress the moans that must have been building within her with each secret thrust. His own cock throbbed against his zipper, the sheer audacity and brazenness of their actions fueling his envy to an almost unbearable level.

Kiho, a wicked plan forming in his mind, subtly tightened his grip on Dahyun’s hips. Still deeply embedded within her, he began to take small steps, guiding her slowly towards the window where he had spotted the tell-tale flicker of movement behind the curtain. Dahyun, lost in the throes of her first climax, moaned softly, her body moving almost instinctively with his lead. She was so thoroughly consumed by the intense waves of pleasure still washing over her that she remained completely unaware of Kiho’s deliberate direction.

As they reached the window, positioning Dahyun directly in front of the gap in the curtains where he knew Choi Hyun was hiding, Kiho paused. Reaching forward with his free hand, he gently but firmly grasped a handful of Dahyun’s hair at the nape of her neck. With a slow, deliberate pull, he lifted her head, tilting her face upwards and towards the window, giving Choi Hyun a clear, unobstructed view of her stunning features, now flushed and beautiful in the throes of pure ecstasy. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted slightly as she gasped for breath, her expression a raw testament to the intense pleasure wracking her body.

Kiho, his eyes briefly meeting the barely visible shadow behind the curtain, felt a surge of triumph. He then tightened his grip on Dahyun’s hips once more and redoubled his efforts. He began to thrust deeper and faster, his cock slamming against her G-spot with each powerful stroke. Dahyun cried out, a mix of pleasure and surprise escaping her lips. Her body began to tremble anew, the aftershocks of her second orgasm quickly giving way to the building pressure of a second. Her hands gripped Kiho’s arms tightly, her nails digging into his flesh as she rode his increasingly frantic rhythm. Her head thrashed from side to side, her moans growing louder and more unrestrained, each sound a symphony of pure, unadulterated bliss unknowingly directed at their hidden audience. Her inner muscles clenched around Kiho’s shaft, tighter and tighter, and then, with a final, shuddering gasp, her back arched, her body convulsing violently as a third, even more intense orgasm ripped through her, her screams echoing in the small room.

Kiho finally released his grip on Dahyun’s hips, stepping back slightly after her third shuddering climax. Her legs instantly buckled, her knees going weak as the last waves of pleasure receded. She instinctively reached out, grabbing onto the edge of the table to steady herself, her body still trembling uncontrollably.

Her once neatly styled black hair was now a disheveled mess, strands sticking to her damp forehead and neck. Her makeup, no doubt meticulously applied for the camera, was now slightly smudged around her eyes, and her lips were swollen and red from Kiho’s intense kisses. Her crisp white shirt hung completely open, revealing the sweat-dampened lace of her bra clinging to her heaving chest. The short plaid skirt was twisted around her hips, barely covering her, and the torn remnants of her blue panties lay discarded on the floor. Her long, pale legs, now slightly shaky, bore the marks of Kiho’s rough handling, a faint blush evident on her thighs. This was Dahyun, the vibrant and beloved idol of Twice, now utterly undone, her usual cheerful composure replaced by a sated, almost dazed look.

That cock… it’s so thick and hard, Dahyun thought, her eyes, still glazed with lingering ecstasy, fixed on Kiho’s impressive member that stood just inches in front of her. A wave of heat washed over her again, a familiar ache settling in her core. Despite her weakened state, a powerful urge to taste him, to feel him in her mouth, took over.

Slowly, deliberately, Dahyun released her grip on the table and sank to her knees in front of Kiho. Her gaze never left his throbbing cock as she reached out a trembling hand and gently circled its thick head with her fingertips. It was still slick with her juices, and she could feel its powerful pulse beneath her touch. Taking a deep breath, Dahyun opened her mouth and slowly slid the tip in, her lips closing around the smooth, hard flesh.

Dahyun’s lips closed around the thick shaft, taking in as much as she could, her cheeks hollowing as she began to suck with a newfound eagerness. Her tongue traced the underside of his cock, flicking over the sensitive frenulum, making Kiho groan softly. She used her hands to cup his heavy balls, gently squeezing and then licking the taut skin, sending another jolt of pleasure through him.

Kiho, his eyes half-closed in bliss, suddenly flicked them open, his gaze finding the barely visible gap in the curtains where he knew Choi Hyun was still lurking. A slow, deliberate smirk spread across his face as he watched Dahyun’s head bobbing up and down, her black hair swaying with the rhythm of her ministrations. Her beautiful, stunning face was now inches away from his engorged cock, her soft lips and tongue working magic on his stiff member. The contrast of her innocent idol image with the explicit act she was performing was incredibly arousing for Kiho, and he knew it had to be torture for Choi Hyun to witness.

Dahyun continued her passionate assault on his cock, her suction strong and insistent. She varied her technique, sometimes taking the full length into her mouth, other times focusing on the head, her lips and tongue working in perfect coordination. She occasionally glanced up at Kiho through her lashes, a playful, almost wicked glint in her eyes, before returning to her task with renewed enthusiasm, making sure to pay special attention to the sensitive underside and the thick veins that pulsed beneath her touch.

Dahyun’s lips closed firmly around the thick shaft, taking in his full length with a practiced ease that belied the earlier surprise. She began to suck with a fervent intensity, her tongue dancing against the underside, tracing the engorged veins with deliberate strokes that made Kiho groan and grip her hair lightly. Her hands, still resting on his thighs, occasionally squeezed and then moved to gently cup his heavy balls, her thumbs lightly rubbing the taut skin, sending shivers of pure pleasure through him.

As Kiho’s pace quickened, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts, Dahyun matched his rhythm, her head bobbing with a passionate urgency. He could feel the tightening in his groin, the unmistakable signs of his impending climax. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes half-closed in sheer bliss, relishing the incredible sensation of her mouth working its magic.

Then, it hit him, a powerful surge of pleasure that made him cry out. He bucked forward slightly, unloading his hot, thick semen deep into Dahyun’s eager mouth. He didn't pull away immediately, savoring the moment as his life force poured into her. Dahyun continued to suck gently for a moment longer before finally pulling back, her lips slick with his ejaculate. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of satisfaction and playfulness, a small smile gracing her swollen lips.

“That was… intense,” Dahyun said softly, licking her lips, a hint of Kiho’s semen still glistening on them.

Kiho chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “You’re a natural, Dahyun-ah.”

She giggled, a bright, airy sound. “Maybe you just bring out the best in me, oppa.” She reached up and gently wiped a stray drop of his semen from his chin with her thumb, her touch lingering for a moment. “Now,” she said, stepping back and picking up a tissue from the table, “I really do need to fix my makeup. Wouldn’t want to disappoint the fans, would we?” She turned towards the mirror, her movements no longer rushed, a quiet confidence in her demeanor as she assessed the slight smudges around her eyes.

Kiho watched her for a moment, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He then walked up behind her, his hands sliding around her waist and then up under her open shirt, cupping her bare breasts from behind. Dahyun gasped softly, her eyes widening slightly as she looked at their reflection in the mirror. Kiho’s thumbs rubbed gently against her nipples, which were still hard from their earlier encounter. He leaned down, his lips close to her ear. “You’re perfect just the way you are,” he whispered, his fingers now tracing the curve of her side, dipping slightly under the waistband of her twisted skirt. Dahyun leaned back against him, a small smile playing on her lips as she continued to examine her face in the mirror, seemingly unbothered by his lingering touch.

After a few more moments of enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his hands, Kiho finally stepped back, adjusting his pants. He gave Dahyun a final wink and then strode out of the green room, directly towards the spot behind the curtain where he knew Choi Hyun had been watching.

“Well, well, well, Hyuk,” Kiho said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as he emerged into the warm parking lot. He stretched languidly, a picture of post-coital contentment. “Did you enjoy the show? I told you I had a way with these idols. Dahyun was… exceptionally enthusiastic, to say the least.” He chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “That tight little body of hers? Amazing. And that mouth… she knows how to use it, that’s for sure. Swallowed every last drop.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and casually flicking through his gallery until he landed on a recent, suggestive selfie Dahyun had sent him. He angled the screen slightly, just enough for Choi Hyun to catch a glimpse. “You know, Hyuk, you need to learn how to make these connections. It’s a whole different world when they’re actually… responsive. Maybe I can give you some pointers sometime.” He clapped Choi Hyun on the shoulder, his smirk widening, before heading towards his car, leaving Choi Hyun simmering in a potent brew of envy and frustrated desire.

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KWON LATTE HARD LAUNCH

[cupcakewithsunglasses]

 Need more class 1-1 &class 1-8 interactions

Yeoryeong with Mina and Hye-Hil; Eun-hyung and Jung-in being besties; Hye-woo and Chun-young Gaming together; whatever Ju-in and Ru-da got going on; Ji-ho and Shin Seo-hyun being the only sane ones.

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“At a Distance, Spring is Green” is a K-drama that holds a special place in my heart. I think the way it portrayed youth—with its shadows and lights—was beautiful, it felt like such an introspective drama that made me feel something not quite nostalgic, but a sense of understanding and made me think of youth. I think a lot of lessons can be taken from this drama, there is a lot to learn from the characters and their philosophies and ideologies, and their growth.

I know that almost everything that everyone has been talking about when it comes to this K-Drama is the fact that it’s the most BL not-BL drama ever, or how it should be a BL. But, as for me, I don’t really care that it isn’t a BL and I’m a huge fujoshi. I admit, I think that adding an LGBT plotline to it can add a lot more, there is a lot to explore in an LGBT plotline especially being in a conservative country like Korea and having Yeo Jun’s circumstances. But, “At a Distance, Spring is Green” is more than that.

It’s a story about falling in love, about being young, about learning to let go, about friendships, about family, about the light at the end of the tunnel, about the darkness in each of us, about forgiveness, about moving on, about finding happiness, about life circumstances. It’s not just about romance. It is inherently more than that. Honestly, it’s very underrated and I hope more people can watch it and enjoy the nuances of it and the messages that each character can dish out.

I think the team did such a fantastic job at portraying youth. And a lot of the dialogues have made me think about things.

So, hopefully, people start watching it.

TW: depictions of domestic violence and child abuse

[kpopfeeds]

"I hate how you're trying to laugh it over as if my sadness is nothing much." -Mina

04.04.2025

[kibbekpopcompendium]

Styling Suits for the 10 Kibbe types

a nice suit has no gender, and no single kibbe type, either! anyone can customize an androgynous suit to complement their type and their essence.

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Romantics & Theatrical Romantics

Lee Hi is a Romantic and Jessica of SNSD is a Theatrical Romantic. Both types need a suit that is predominantly made of a soft, flowy fabric that creates soft, draping lines. Jessica, as a TR, can handle a bit more sharpness and dramatic/yang qualities in a suit. The overall look is soft and 'yin' so the sharp shoulder pads don't overwhelm her silhouette.

Romantics might have a hard time with suits because many suits have strong, yang-dominant lines, but softening the shapes and 'feel' of a suit is very possible. Jessica adds a 'yin' spin to her suit with the dainty pendant she's wearing, plus the very soft look of the blouse.

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Gamines

Our Soft Gamine example is Nayeon of TWICE, and our Flamboyant Gamine, Jennie of Blackpink. Soft and Flamboyant gamines need line breaks. Due to appearing 'compact' they look best when this is emphasized with small, contrasting details that break up their vertical. Nayeon honours her Soft Gamine traits with a high neckline, a cropped shirt (creating the line break) and rolled up sleeves.

Jennie's outfit plays with contrast in a delightfully gamine-ish way. She has strong, straight shoulder pads, contrasted to a round neckline. Like Nayeon, her outfit is cropped (at the ankles) to break her vertical a bit more. Both ladies also have detailed patterns and/or accessories in their outfits.

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Classics

I've said this before, but the dividing line between Soft Classic (Mina of TWICE) and Dramatic Classic (Yeeun of CLC) is not that noticeable. Both ladies look amazing in a typical black and white suit, but their looks are modified to account for their yin vs yang undercurrent.

Mina's suit looks a bit 'softer', the fabric of her tie looks light and softened. Her hair is also slightly curled; if it was straight, like Yeeun's, the look might feel too harsh, but the soft shapes of her hair make this very harmonious.

Yeeun, aside from her hair, has an outfit that looks a bit 'harsher' (not in a bad way, of course). She has more straight yang lines, in the pinstripes of the suit and even in the straight-down earring she's wearing.

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Naturals

Olivia Hye of LOONA is a Soft Natural and Lisa of Blackpink is a Flamboyant Natural. Olivia's look suits the relaxed openness of natural recs perfectly. It's not too chunky or overwhelming for her frame, but it's not overly dainty, either. She's wearing loose-fitting pants and relaxed shirt sleeves, plus her tie is wider than the other ones we've seen (naturals have the frame to pull off a lot of in-your-face pieces!) The suit still honours her moderate vertical vs. Lisa's tall vertical, which we'll see.

Lisa looks powerful in this suit! As an FN, she can wear a lot of bold pieces (think of the styles that you see fashion models in) without looking like she's been overwhelmed. The black monochrome suit with very straight shapes emphasizes her continuous vertical. The chunky, glittery lapel is the sort of thing that FNs look fierce in!

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Dramatics & Soft Dramatics

Eunbin of CLC is wearing perhaps an ideal suit for SDs. SDs have straight, sharp 'yang' lines with yin curves as well, and her suit honours this with the sharply tailored lines, plus the soft bow as a strong yin focal point. Her hair and makeup is also following SD recommendations. (SDs are similar to FNs, in that they look great in bold styles, but there needs to be some softness)

Nana of After School looks devastating in one of the prime pure Dramatic recs: a suit! The natural stiff, sharp contours of a suit are perfect for Dramatics. The thin pinstripes and sleek hair further complement her elongated shape.

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So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Chapter 8 - Pure Intentions Can Still Hurt

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: approx. 5.6k word

Chapter 8 - Pure Intentions Can Still Hurt

You don’t recall what caused Mina to leave, but she still had a gentle and kind smile on her face as she did so. If your mind would let you remember, you had declined her second offer to drive her home, shaking saying you wanted to finish your coffee and simply enjoy the stroll. As Mina stood up, your eyes locked onto the keychain that swung carelessly against it. “I’ll see you around, okay?” You heard her say cheerfully. The words sounded muted, muffled, as they entered your ears, entangling themselves in the walls of your brain and crushing all of the other thoughts you had. The only thing you were thinking of was her words: I hope to end the term as Mingyu’s wife.

           As Mina walked away, the bell at the front door finally signaling her exit, you looked down at the chair she was just in. That entire event felt like a fever dream. You replayed it over and over again, rewatching the look on her face as she calmly told you all of her intentions.

           I want to win fair and square. Mingyu doesn’t seem like he’ll fall for a girl who plays dirty, and I don’t want him to.

           I wanted to tell you of my intentions.

           I hope that we can still be friends.

           When you finally gasped for air, you realized it was choked back and strained. You coughed into your hand, covering your mouth in an attempt to muffle it from the people around. It was only then that you felt wetness forming on the sleeve of your shirt, and you looked down at it. One drop after another blends into your sleeve, darkening the fabric in a way that resembles the current state of your mind: Dark. Messy.

           When you wiped your eyes, you thought that would be the end of it. Standing up, you had one goal: get home. It was a place where you could process everything fully. Why did Mina seem to calm as she spoke to you about all of this? Was she just that confident? Did she mean what she said with true intentions?

           Why did Mingyu not feel the need to share any of this with anyone, much less you?

           The thought alone sent you collapsing back into your seat, coffee cup tilting over and beginning to spill. Your eyes blurred as you began rubbing them frantically, the texture of your sleeves not helping one bit. When your fingers poked out of your sleeves, trembling like little leaves falling off a branch, you felt yourself let out one more strained choke for air. It was embarrassing, but you forgot what embarrassment felt like as it was overtaken by this crippling, borderline debilitating pain that wrecked your entire body. You were quick to snap your left fingers, then your right. Then you did it again. And again. You had to make sure they knew.

           Once your index fingers and thumbs stung a familiar burning sensation, you pressed your balled-up fists to your eyes once again. Taking a deep breath, you exhaled it and tried your best to stay calm. You felt warm liquid spill on your pants, and glancing down, you saw the coffee that had long started to spill was dripping off the side of the table. Looking to your left, your eyes locked onto a tissue case at the edge. Grabbing a fistful, you pressed it on top of the liquid, hoping it would stop the spill just long enough for you to get yourself together. It didn’t, and you saw hazy glimpses of brown liquid continuing to seep along the table. Nothing you tried to do would contain it, and that only felt more real as you felt your eyes burn hot and fill with more tears.

           “Excuse me?” a worried voice muttered, and you looked over. Standing beside your table was a man. He seemed short, but it could have been your eyes playing tricks on you like the inner workings of a circus funhouse. “Are you okay?”

           “Uhm.” You nodded, quickly wiping your hands against your face. “Yes. I’m sorry.”

           “Can I help you?” Without even registering a response, you watched two hands start grabbing some tissues. You watched in stunned silence, again trying to see beyond your tears who this stranger was. He had dark hair dangling past his shoulders, and a smaller set of eyes. His hair seemed to drop in front of his eyes just slightly as he leaned his neck down, seemingly focused. Once again, your hands tried to rub your eyes as one does a stain on a glass. However, much like the pesky stain, you were unable to remove them, and the tears just kept flowing. “There. Looks like we can clean this, no problem.”

The sound of your name practically startled you out of your panicked trance when it hit only moments later. Before you knew it, two sets of hands stretched out from either side of you. Familiar faces and voices filled your senses. To your left, Jeonghan had grabbed more paper towels and tissues, working hard to contain the spill. You heard him call out to one of the workers to provide him with some more, the idea of anyone other than them seeing you this way as a mere footnote in the story of your current situation.

           Two gentle hands pressed against you; one on your back and the other on your shoulder. A warm tingling sensation coursed your body, and you once again tried to rub your eyes. Despite your rigid body starting to relax, your eyes continued to shed tear after tear, to the point where you felt dehydrated.

           “Can we get some water, too?” you heard the voice beside you asked. When you looked over finally, you saw Joshua, knelt beside you. He must have seen your gaze because he immediately switched from panicked to calm. “Hey. What happened?” When you shook your head, Joshua scooted closer. Your eyes immediately darted left. Where once an a short-statured male was wiping up coffee was instead Jeonghan, his focus solely on solving the problem before him. Maybe, it was him all along? Your brain couldn’t think straight no matter how hard you tried to ground yourself back to reality. A hand continued to rub your back, and your eyes found comfort as Joshua, who was still looking right at you.

“What happened?” he asked again.

           “I don’t know.” You admitted, sniffling. You looked back to the chair where Mina was sitting only a few minutes ago. You could still see her figure sitting there, kindly smiling at you as she had been the entire time. The entire time you were fighting for your sanity over a cup of coffee. You shook your head. “Mina told me…and I just started to…” You trailed off softly. You felt Joshua pull you close to him in a gentle and comforting hug. One of his hands settled into your hair, the other holding tightly onto your back.

           “It’s alright.” He said, his hand carefully rubbing your back. “Don’t worry right now. We can talk about it later, alright?” you nodded, your head resting numbly in his chest as you felt him continue to calm you with his gentle touch. You looked over at a server gave Jeonghan some extra paper towels, and handed Joshua a bottle of water. The gentlemen thanked her before Joshua passed the water to you. The dampness of the bottle brought you back to reality for a minute, and you finally allowed yourself to take a breath. “There,” Joshua said, his voice remaining gentle and stable. “Drink up. It’ll help.”

           You wasted no time, unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip of the drink. Like the desert experiencing its first rain of the year, you felt the water slightly rejuvenate your body. When you set it down, the bottle already half empty, you saw Jeonghan just finishing up cleaning the table, wiping it down a few extra times. You looked over to Joshua, who carefully took the water from your hands and recapped it, setting it on the table. You went to rub your eyes one last time, but Joshua’s hand reached over to stop you. Instead, he opened your palm and placed a tissue inside.

           “You’re going to irritate them.” He explained gently. You nodded, pressing the tissue to your eyes to wipe up the last of your tears. “Alright.” You finally took one last deep breath, pushing your chair out and standing up straight. The strain your sobbing fit had on your head made the world tilt just slightly as you adjusted, but you felt both Jeonghan and Joshua take your arms, helping you stay steady.

           “I’m ok.” You said immediately, dusting off your pants. You went to grab your bag but saw Jeonghan swipe it first. He smiled at you.

           “You know, it’s a good thing we’re angels,” Jeonghan said.

           A sniffle escaped you, mumbling a soft: “Why?”

           “Because I would punch Mingyu if we weren’t.” You couldn’t help but laugh at Jeonghan’s playful comment, wondering if he was kidding as he continued to hold onto your arm, rubbing it gently with his thumb. “Let’s go.” He said. You nodded, feeling a bit more relaxed just as the duo led you out. You could feel the stares from other patrons, wondering what happened that caused you to have such a public, yet somehow also isolated display. However, nobody said anything as you disappeared out the door, leaving only the ringing of the bell on top of the signal you were even there in the first place.

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           “Is she finally asleep?” Jeonghan asked, peering over the side of the couch.

“I think so,” Joshua said softly. He looked over at you, seeing you curled up on the couch. The minute you got into the apartment, Joshua and Jeonghan watched you stumble to the couch and crawl onto it, burying yourself under a thick blanket, your face stuffed under the throw pillow. You said nothing, not even muttering under the blanket. Jeonghan set your bag on the floor by the door, both of them allowing you time to sit in silence.

It wasn’t long after you fell asleep.

Long since moving the pillow from your face when he heard light snoring, Joshua watched as you slept soundly under the blanket. He saw your foot pop out, and he was quick to recover it with a blanket. Jeonghan glanced at Joshua. He studied his friend's face for a few minutes, watching as Joshua simply took this quiet moment to focus on you.

“Joshua…” he muttered.

Joshua didn’t even look up. “Hm?”

“Be careful…” Now, Joshua’s curiosity caused him to look up.

“With what?” he asked. Jeonghan shrugged.

“Just be careful.” He said. “Remember why we’re doing this.”

“I know.” He watched as you shifted in your sleep, your cheek nestling into the pillow as you continued whatever dream at the moment. Joshua smiled a bit, but when he saw Jeonghan's disapproving look, he sighed. “Don’t worry.”

“You know what happens when you think of humans like that.” He nudged him.

Like a young child getting disciplined, Joshua sighed in frustration. “I know.” He said.

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Jeonghan said, though he didn’t seem convinced. “I’m going to run to the store; and pick up something to make for when she gets up.” Joshua nodded, watching as Jeonghan grabbed a few things before heading out of the house. Joshua rested his back on the couch, pursing his lips in frustration as he tried to focus on something else. Anything else. When your foot stretched a bit, kicking his leg involuntarily, he looked back over at you. You were rubbing your eyes, and smacking your lips.

“Mmmm.” You groaned at the sound of the door slamming in the front of the apartment. Joshua watched you pull yourself up, eyes fluttering open. You had only been asleep for less than 40 minutes, yet Joshua smiled at how much bedhead you were able to get anyway.

“Are you awake?” he asked, turning his body towards you. You hummed, nodding your head as you gave your eyes a moment to adjust. Despite it being some time, you could feel them still burning, as if they were fresh with tears. You felt the couch shift a bit, and looked to see a water bottle, half-finished, pointing in your direction. When you looked up, you saw Joshua’s hand on the other end of it. “Here. Finish it.” Delicate hands took the bottle, warmer now than it was when you first got it, before taking a quick sip. “Are you okay? When we got to the café, you were just a few seconds away from full-blown hysterics.” The idea of acting that way in a public place made you get a sinking feeling in your stomach, and you buried your head in your hands. You heard Joshua laugh. “Don’t worry. The place was practically empty.”

Though it didn’t make you feel much better, you nodded your head. Joshua watched you finish the water, closing the empty plastic bottle and setting it on the coffee table. When you looked around, you noticed someone missing. “Where’s Jeonghan?” you asked curiously.

“He went out to get ingredients for dinner.” He said simply. You nodded again. “So, just focus on resting.” You pulled your knees to your chest, resting your chin atop them with a small pout. “What happened before we got there?”

You immediately thought back to a set of unfamiliar hands, a few black and gold rings adorning the ring finger and thumb as they curled around tissues and napkins. You still couldn’t pick up on the voice for as little as he said, nor put a clear picture of a face. You shook your head, wanting to wipe the entire thing from your head. The thoughts of the conversation came flooding back to you, and you licked your lips, realizing how dry they still were. “I really don’t want to talk about it,” you said simply.

“Okay.” Joshua simply agreed. He looked around, eyes landing on the Statue of Liberty snow globe sitting on your bookshelf. He remembered the happy look on your face as you mentioned it back at the sandwich shop. “Did I ever tell you why I go by the English name Joshua?” he asked.

You seemed surprised by his sudden change in topic, but you only shook your head. “I just thought that was just your name.”

“Well, it is,” Joshua admitted. “But my brothers call me by more Korean name.” Crossing one leg over the other as he leaned back on the couch, he continued. “Hong Jisoo.”

“That’s a nice name.” You commented. Joshua chuckled a bit. “What caused the change?”

“Many years ago, my brothers and I took a trip to America. It was really fascinating to me, to see how different their lives were to the people of Korea. We saw the Golden Gate Bridge in LA, the Statue of Liberty, and the Grand Canyon. It was a different tour sight every day.” A smile formed, your previous thoughts washing away as you listened to him talk. “When we got back, it was all I could talk about. He even showed me one of those personalized name keychains. Jun thought it was ‘Jisoo’ spelt in English, but it was actually Joshua. Jeonghan told me that was my nickname.” He laughed as he recalled the memory. Though it felt so recent to him, in reality, to you it would have been a few hundred or so human years. 

“That sounds amazing.” You sighed. “I’ve always wanted to go. I’ve only seen pictures online and in movies.”

“Ah.” Joshua nodded. “Maybe I -.” He immediately stopped himself. He looked over at you. “Maybe Mingyu can take you one day.”

A dry chuckle escaped your lips, shaking your head. “I doubt that. Especially after today.”

“Why do you say that?” He asked curiously, hoping you were ready to open up.

Comforted by Joshua’s little anecdote, you finally spoke about your café conversation. “Mina confirmed to me that she came here to win Mingyu over. It’s only a matter of time before she wins. There’s no way I can go up again the girl Mingyu was sent off to meet for marriage. She’s beautiful. She seems to be everything his father is looking for.”

“Well…” Joshua shifted in his seat. “How do you know for sure?” He immediately saw your eyes gloss over, teary and pained as you continued remembering your conversation.

“He gave her a gift before he left.” You said softly. Joshua immediately thought back to the keychain he and Jeonghan watched him buy in Japan, the smile on his face as he did so. He couldn’t muster a response right now, not when he was watching you pull yourself into a deeper hole the more you thought about it. “Which isn’t bad. Like I said, I’m not his girlfriend. He went to see her with the end goal being the possibility of marriage. Who am I to tell him that he can’t buy gifts for other people?” Your pout only got deeper. “He took me out to a lovely dinner. He was a gentleman...I won’t ask him for more. I can’t. I can’t be selfish when I’m nowhere near enough for him.”

“That’s not true,” Joshua said gently. “You can’t say that.” When your eyes darted up to him, he felt himself go silent. He had no idea what to say to make you feel better at this moment. All he could do was utter your name sadly, hoping to try and cheer you up.

You looked back at him “Tell me some other story.” You asked gently. Joshua blinked in confusion. You rested your chin in your knees, tucking them close to your body. “I want to hear more about your trip to America.” Joshua’s featured softened as he smiled. Pulling from the many memories he stored in his mind, he began telling one story of their attempts skydiving over the canyons.

Amidst Joshua’s third or fourth anecdote, the door swung open, and both of you looked over to see Jeonghan. He yawned, running a hand through his hair as he strolled inside. “I’m back.” He said. When his eyes landed on you, he smiled. “Hey, you’re awake.” Quickly, you rubbed your eyes with your damp sleeve, hopping up off the couch. Joshua watched you meet Jeonghan in the kitchen. When you reached for the bags of food, Jeonghan yanked them back. “Ah, ah, ah. Go sit down and relax.”

“I can cook. You looked tired when you walked in, Jeonghan.” Jeonghan shook his head, setting everything down.

“I’m making something easy. Beef Bulgogi. You already have almost everything I needed.” He pulled out the few needed ingredients he went out for in the first place. “Go sit down.” He said again.

“But-.”

“Go.” The seriousness in Jeonghan’s eyes when he looked at you stopped your arguing immediately. Reluctant yet convinced, you headed back to the couch, plopping back down and covering yourself with the blanket. Joshua chuckled as you fell onto your side once again, covering your face and head with the blanket as well. “Joshua. Come help me.”

“Alright.” He said with a grin, seeing your eyes pop out from under the blanket.

“Hey.” You pouted. Joshua walked past you on the couch, leaning down just to recover your eyes. “Rude…”

“You didn’t hear anything.” He said, before joining Jeonghan in the kitchen. As the sink turned on, and the men began chatting, you found yourself starting to drift back to sleep.

Jeonghan stood by the counter as he began to cut up vegetables, Joshua grabbing a knife and helping as well. When Jeonghan saw Joshua hold onto his shoulder, pausing a second to roll it. He tilted his head, left ear to left shoulder in an attempt to stretch the opposite muscle. Jeonghan noticed the small look of discomfort on his face before he asked: “You alright?”

Hm Oh, yeah.” Joshua said, nodding his head as he resumed cooking. When Jeonghan saw him sneak a quick glance in your direction, he bit his lip and said nothing more as the duo continued to cook.

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           The immediate call of your name first thing the next morning startled you. You saw Mingyu and the rest of your friends hanging outside one of the buildings, seemingly chatting together until they caught you approaching. You blinked, watching Mingyu lift his hand high in the air, eyes beaming as he waved to you. Heartstring pulled tightly in your chest, and you immediately thought back to your café meeting yesterday, Mina smiling sweetly at you as she spoke. How she looked at the beautiful keychain and gushed about it the way you have in the past. Fixing your bag, you only offered a quick wave, before making your first sharp right and heading down another path. You couldn’t even bear to turn your head and look back, already able to picture the row of shocked and confused faces that were plastered on each of their faces. Especially Mingyu’s.

           Mingyu watched you walk down the path, Joshua and Jeonghan not far behind, and felt his smile falter just a bit. “What the?” he frowned a bit.

           “What did you do?!” Minnie asked, looking at Mingyu. His eyes went wide.

           “Me?!” He asked. “What would I have done?!”

           “I don’t know but it sure as hell wasn’t us.” Minnie huffed. Hoshi watched as you disappeared into a building as soon as possible, the door closing behind you. He frowned a bit. He needed a quiet second to determine if it was nausea bubbling in his chest or a weird sensation of nostalgic déjà vu. When he heard Seungkwan and Minnie continue to berate Mingyu for more information he didn’t seem to have, he reached for a handout. The duo looked at him for a moment, stunned and confused. Mingyu was obviously flustered, cheeks a dark cherry red and eyes wide as he worked to defend himself.

           “Do you think it could be about her?” He asked. When Mingyu’s features softened, curious as to who he meant, Hoshi simply pointed down the path. When they all looked over, Mingyu’s shoulders dropped to see Mina, bag slung over her shoulder. She was walking down the path, hair tugged up in a neat ponytail. She had slacks and a white button-up on, very studious and fitting for a stroll along a college campus. She didn’t acknowledge the stares of interested individuals passing by, only the gaze of Mingyu, who felt his shoulders spike a bit when she called his name out loud and hurried closer to him.

           “Hi, Mina.” He said. “What are you doing here? I have class soon.”

           A kind smile peeked on her face as she shifted focus to her backpack. “I transferred here for the rest of the year!” She beamed.

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           As the day rolled on, you tried to keep your focus as narrow as possible: school. Nothing else was enough to keep you distracted from bubbling thoughts of self-worth. It had mainly worked for the next few days, though it involved doing mental and physical gymnastics to avoid Mingyu, and by unfortunate extension, your friends. You sat down in your last class of the day, and the words FINAL EXAMS UPCOMING! STUDY HARD scribbled neatly on the board for the entire room to see.A deep, almost relieved sensation washed through your body as you settled in. Looking down at your textbook, you wasted no time flipping it open and beginning to study. Around you, other students began to do the same, nestling into comfortable groups of friends to study. You could already hear some abandoning the idea for much more desired casual conversation, but you barely had time to get started on your first problem when you men plopped themselves beside you. Looking over, Joshua and Jeonghan were opening their books as well, seeming to check yours to make sure they were on the same page.

           You snorted a bit. “You both are taking the finals?”

           “Of course,” Joshua said simply, pencil tapping his chin.

           “We’ll have been in the class for the better part of half of it.” The playful sarcasm made you shake your head in amusement. “Besides, what else are we doing? If you’re stressed about finals, we don’t mind stressing along with you for a few weeks.” That comment eased your very heavy heart just a bit.

           “Thanks.” You said.

           “Besides, we heard your birthday is right after the end of the term. We need to make sure we all make it out alive to celebrate.” You snickered at Joshua’s comment. “Now, what do you think we should focus on first?”

           The trio of you studied in silence for a little while. Well, you mainly did. Joshua and Jeonghan acted more as your students than your classmates, listening as you verbally explained a lot of the problems to them before scribbling them down yourself. You quickly flipped over your phone to get the time. As you scanned it, your eyes dropped to the background. A photo of you and your friends all lined up shoulder to shoulder. You were standing pin straight, like a can of squished tuna, to fit each other and the beautifully lit Korean night sky behind you. You smiled sadly. The palm of your hand pressed into your lips so intensely as you stared at the photo, one tall person in particular, that you could feel your pulse in your ears. Joshua seemed to notice this too, leaning just a bit closer to you and offering you a nudge. When you glanced over at the duo, they were just quietly staring at you. The look on their faces was amusing enough to make you snicker. “You lost?”

           “No,” Jeonghan said. Closing your book, you stuffed it into your bag and stood up. “Where are you going?”

“There’s a book I need from the library. I can’t keep working on anything until I get it.”

“Want us to come with you?” Joshua asked. Jeonghan immediately keyed onto how hopeful he felt as he waited for your answer. “Just in case…”

“Oh, no. I’ll just be a few minutes.” You tapped his book, and Joshua looked down. “Study.” Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you hurried out the doors of the classroom and out of the building, towards the library that sat right across the way.  Jeonghan only watched her for a second, turning his head back to the book you had just tapped and opened up to the next set of pages. Jeonghan also watched as Joshua rolled his shoulder for the second time these past few days.

The discomfort on Joshua’s face seemed to return without fail and Jeonghan began to worry.

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           As you scanned the bookshelves, trying to find the book you could picture in your mind, you took a moment to enjoy the required silence that surrounded you. People were around but focused on their things and not worried about what others were doing. As you pulled a few books from the shelves, taking a moment to scan them before putting them back on the shelf, you found your brain ticking backward, the hands in your internal clock bringing you back to a few weeks prior when you and Mingyu were in these same aisles. As Mingyu held a book in his hands, amused by the content inside and completely unaware of the girls swooning over him. That is until he caught sight of you. When your cheeks tinted hot, you pouted. Knock it off. You muttered to yourself, before pulling one final book from the shelf. As you did so, a pair of almond-shaped eyes were staring at you from the other side.

           The soft yelp you emitted, followed by covering your mouth, those eyes curled up into a little half-moon of pure bliss. When you heard your name uttered, you blinked. “Hoshi?”

           “Heeeey.” He whispered. It took a second, but he rounded the corner and hurried to you. “I saw you come in and thought I’d follow.” He saw the few books in your hands and wasted no time taking them from you. “Here. Let’s go sit for a minute.”

           “I have to get back to class.” You said.

           “Just a minute.” He assured, before leading you both to an empty table in the far back of the library. You sighed, quickening your pace as you followed behind him. When the both of you sat, Hoshi pushed the books aside and looked directly at you. You could feel him studying you with his kind eyes, and you blinked.

           “What?” you asked.

           “You didn’t come to see us this morning when we called you. Or the morning before that. You’re avoiding us.”

           You knew this would hit you sooner or later, and you’d have to explain. “Uh, I’m sorry, I…” Hoshi stopped you mid-sentence, raising a hand.

           “No, no. It’s ok. I could tell something happened. Was it Mingyu?” When you nodded a bit, Hoshi kept a smile on his face, but it softened from his usual playful one to a more sympathetic one. “Do you want to talk about it?”

           “No,” you said. “There’s not much to say.” You couldn’t even begin to describe the past few days, and how you felt about Mingyu. Mainly because you had no idea how you felt now, other than lied to.

           “He didn’t tell anyone about Mina,” Hoshi said. When he saw your eyes shoot up, once again, he smiled. “I could tell he was just as surprised as we all were.”

           “Why couldn’t he have just said the real reason he was going to Japan? It makes all the talk feel more real knowing that he was hiding it.” Hoshi shrugged.

           “I don’t know.” He admitted. Resting his chin in his hand, he let out a longing sigh. “Who knows why people hide things, or why they choose how and when to share them? People are weird.” You could feel the twinge of hurt in those words as Hoshi traced a circle with his index finger on the table. His eyes shot back up at you, and he asked: “I know how you feel.”

           “Do you?” you asked. “Are you also hopelessly in love with Kim Mingyu and have no idea what to do?” Hoshi had to hold his laugh back, taking a moment to remember where he was.

           “God, no.” he snickered. “But, I know what it feels like to feel like you’ve been lied to.” He sighed. “Remember that friend Seungkwan keeps bringing up? From our first year.” You nodded. “He had a lot of secrets too. He didn’t tell me until it was too late.”

           Though curious, you chose not to press that part further, only responding with: “Oh…”

           “Yeah.” Hoshi chuckled as if the memory was somehow funny. “I wish I knew why he was hiding things from me so we could talk about it. But…I realized when it was too late that he just simply couldn’t.”

           That word resonated with you: couldn’t.

           “You think he couldn’t tell me? Why? He tells us everything….” Hoshi shrugged.

           “All I know is, people do things they think will benefit them in the long run.”

           “That makes sense…” you muttered. “That was very profound, Hoshi.”

“I do that, sometimes.” He smiled. Without realizing it, you looked down at your watch. “Hoshi, I have to go.” You said gently. “I’m sorry. Class is just about to end and I should probably-.“

           “Aw, it’s ok. Just promise if you see us later – any of us – you’ll say hi like always. It’s less fun when one of us isn’t around.” A smile graced your lips as his innocent, almost child-like comment.

           “I will.” You said. Grabbing your books, you waved Hoshi off before heading back towards off the library. Hoshi watched you for a second, his kind smile sending you off until you were long out of sight. Once he knew he was safe, Hoshi’s smile fell, and he looked out the large window beside him. As he looked, he could have sworn something – someone? – caught his eye. However, he simply rose from his seat and headed out the door himself, humming as he did so.

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           “I hope she’s ok,” Jeonghan said, walking beside Joshua as the duo headed toward the library.

           “Yeah, I didn’t think she’d take the entire class period,” Joshua added. As the duo got closer, their eyes immediately locked onto a tall, male figure standing just by the entrance to the library. He looked up from his phone, saying a quick hello to a few people who passed by with a greeting. When he smiled, Jeonghan saw Joshua’s lips curve to a frown. He thought in that moment of your teary eyes as you lamented about the worries you had, of your wobbly voice as you sobbed into his chest. Of your smile as you spoke about Mingyu as if he was a god among men.

           Joshua knew God. Mingyu, it seemed to him, was no God.

           “Hey-.” Jeonghan was shocked to see Joshua simply walk forward, making a beeline straight for Mingyu, who at the moment, was unaware of his presence. Jeonghan immediately followed behind. When he saw Joshua stop a few feet in front of Mingyu, Jeonghan kept himself a few paces further back as well. “Joshua.” He tried to hiss one last time, but it fell on deaf ears. Jeonghan groaned. “Hong Jisoo.”

           That got Joshua’s attention, and he turned his head to look at Jeonghan briefly. Jeonghan tried – oh did he try – to nonverbally signal Joshua to come back to his side and forget what it was that he was about to do. However, it was stopped when Mingyu called out:

           “Hey…” before looking around. “Where’s-.”

           Joshua looked back at him. He took a deep breath. “You don’t get to ask that.” He said simply.

           Oh, no. Here we go. Jeonghan thought.

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[blueflame-krp]

These flames have turned to ash and are now available:

Sung Hanbin. (ZEROBASEONE)

Myoui Mina. (TWICE)

Seo Soojin.

Kim Yooyeon. (TRIPLES)

Kim Chaehyun. (KEP1ER)

Park Minju. (ILLIT)

Kwon Soonyoung | Hoshi. (SEVENTEEN)

Lee Taeyong. (NCT)

Shim Annabelle | Belle. (KISS OF LIFE)

Lim Jaebeom | JayB. (GOT7)

[married-2-the-music]

AOA: Beyond The Scandal

[rusticottage]

made Mina to play that love dlc and I'm having so much fun lol, haven't played this much of the sims for a while 💖 ps: if any of you have screen shot software recommendation I am accepting it, cuz I used Fraps, but now I'm playing my game in direct11 and Fraps is so old it doesn't work anymore

[anonymousicecream]

Kinktober Masterlist

Day 1: Your Loss (Sullyoon & Karina x M Reader) [Cheating Kink]

Day 2: Free Use (Julie x M Reader)

Day 3: Jealous Sex (Danielle x M Reader)

Day 4: Voyeurism (Mina x M Reader)

Day 5: Toilet Sex (Joy x M Reader)

Day 6: Edging (Rei x M Reader)

Day 7: Mile High Club (Ryujin x M Reader)

Day 8: Office Sex (Winter x M Reader)

Day 9: Public Sex in a park (Wonyoung x M Reader)

Day 10: Boat Sex (Jennie x M Reader)

Day 11: Sex Tape (Yeji x M Reader)

Day 12: Car Sex (Miyeon x M Reader)

Day 13: Drunk Sex (Yuna x M Reader)

Day 14: Livestream Sex (Chaewon x M Reader)

Day 15: Daddy Kink (Ningning x M Reader)

Day 16: Self Satisfaction (Not Letting the girl cum) + Balcony Sex (Yunjin x M Reader)

Day 17: Public titjob + fingering and handjob (Yeri x M Reader)

Day 18: Impregnation (Kwon Eunbi x M Reader)

Day 19: Masseuse Threesome (Jeewon Cignature & Chaehyun Kep1er x M Reader)

Day 20: Taking anal virginity (Momo x M Reader)

Day 21: Overstimulation (Jihyo x M Reader)

[alsktudy]

THE WAY LATTE ABSOLUTELY ADORES SOONYOUNG IS SO CUTE 😭

[jupiterpilgrim]

SEX CAGE - A Certain Kind of Freedom

Kwon Eunbi x male reader

word count: 14K

part 1

Eunbi and Somi are lounging on the couch, comfortably wrapped in the delicious art of gossip — the kind of conversation that could fuel hours of free entertainment, without the need for Netflix or Wi-Fi. Eunbi grabs another cookie, chewing slowly as Somi talks with the passion of someone who just watched the latest episode of a dramatic reality show.

"You heard the latest about Mina, right?" Somi starts, her voice full of that conspiratorial tone only someone who truly revels in other people's misfortunes can master.

Eunbi raises an eyebrow, with the moderate interest of someone who knows this is going to be good. "Oh, Mina, the embodiment of perfection... at least according to herself."

Somi nearly chokes with laughter. "Yes! And can you believe her boyfriend dumped her to date her younger sister?!" She drops the news as if she’s revealing the biggest scandal of the week, which, for their circle, might just be.

Eunbi stifles a laugh, which turns into a rather sadistic smile. "Of course, because obviously the only way to escape that arrogance was... to dive headfirst into an even bigger mess. Congrats to him for making the dumbest choice available."

Somi slaps Eunbi’s arm, laughing. "The worst part is, apparently the sister thought it was cute that he tattooed her name on his arm. Cheap tattoo, mind you. And, of course, she fell for him right then and there. Because nothing says 'I love you' like a bad tattoo."

Eunbi grimaces, shaking her head. "A name tattoo is like signing a contract with disaster. But hey, everyone does what they can with the little brain they have, right?"

They burst into laughter again, the kind of shared humor only longtime friends can appreciate — especially when they’re mocking someone they never really liked. The sound echoes through the apartment, and for a moment, it’s almost like they’re back in the days when their biggest worry was deciding which nail polish to wear that week.

Somi finally catches her breath and looks at Eunbi with a softer expression. “But seriously... you’re glowing, you know? You’ve got such amazing energy! Way different from the last time we talked, when you were, like, at rock bottom with the whole unemployment thing.”

Eunbi feels her stomach churn slightly. Ah, rock bottom. What dark times those were (three months ago). Until she turned things around, of course, but by means Somi can’t — and shouldn’t — know about. Eunbi plays with her hair, as if she can brush away the discomfort with the gesture. “Ah, you know... things have gotten better. Lucky for me, my roommate is super smart.”

Somi narrows her eyes, curious. “Smart how? Did he help you get a new job or something?”

Eunbi tries not to sweat. She can’t exactly admit that her current 'job' involves cameras, masks, and an eager audience hungry for more content. So, the lie flows, smooth as oil. “Oh, you know, he’s into all that nerdy stuff. Investments, bitcoins, NFTs... those complicated things only weirdos understand. He’s been covering the bills for now.”

Somi looks at Eunbi, genuinely impressed. “Wow, you really lucked out! A rich nerdy roommate. Sounds like one of those cliché romances.”

Eunbi lets out a nervous smile. “Yeah, it was a good roll of the dice.” Before Somi can start connecting dots or asking more complicated questions, Eunbi quickly decides to steer the conversation in a different direction. “But enough about that. Now that I have more time, I’m thinking of going back to the gym. What do you think about us going together? Like, a triumphant return to the fitness life.”

Somi almost spills her tea in excitement. “You? The gym? I’m shocked!! But seriously, that’s awesome! What gave you the sudden motivation?”

Eunbi smiles, satisfied to have shifted the topic to safer ground. “Oh, you know... health, staying in shape, that kind of thing. And now that I’ve got more free time, I’ve got no excuses, right?”

Of course, the real reason for the new gym routine was less noble and more... vain. Keeping that ‘porn goddess body’ requires work, after all. The cameras don’t lie, but they definitely have their preferences. And Eunbi was determined to live up to those expectations — hers, the fans’, and anyone else willing to pay to watch.

Somi gets excited about the idea, clapping her hands animatedly. “I LOVE this! Finally, a gym buddy! We can even take those post-workout selfies, you know? Like, ‘no pain, no gain.’ It’s going to be great!”

Eunbi laughs, already picturing herself doing squats while Somi films her for Instagram. “It’ll be fun. My goal will be to get abs like yours.”

The conversation flows smoothly, with occasional laughs and sharp gossip, until the apartment door opens and you walk in, as usual, a bit clumsy, unaware that you’re interrupting the gathering. Somi turns her head to look at you, surprised but with her usual friendly, easy smile.

“Hey! Long time no see!” She gets up to greet you while you try to force a tired smile and give her a quick hug. Not that you don’t like Somi; she’s great, really, but she always brings this certain energy that leaves you feeling slightly... drained. The kind of person who could empty the battery of an entire room just by showing up.

“How’s it going?” you ask, trying to be polite as you prepare to escape to your room.

Somi responds with the same enthusiasm as always. “Everything’s great! And you? I haven’t seen you in ages!”

“Ah, I’m good too. Make yourselves at home, don’t mind me, I’m just heading to my cave,” you say, and with that, you finally make your way to your room.

Barely closing the door, Somi, who never misses an opportunity, turns to Eunbi with a curious gleam in her eye.

“So, has he been bringing a lot of girls around here?”

Eunbi lets out a theatrical sigh, as if the question were more ridiculous than it actually was. “Thank God, no. He’s always been pretty chill, actually. More of a stay-at-home, play-video-games type than the ‘hook up with everyone’ kind.”

Somi crosses her arms, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Really? That’s funny. He’s cute. And I always thought cute guys were taken. What a waste.”

Eunbi tries to keep her composure, but something about Somi finding you cute bothers her. Not that she’s jealous. Obviously not! But hearing Somi compliment you... well, let’s just say it’s irritating. “Yeah, he’s cute. But anyway, back to the topic... the gym, right? I think I’ll start tomorrow.”

“Great! The gym I go to is amazing, you’ll love it.”

Eunbi smiles, satisfied with the sudden shift in conversation, and decides to change the course even further.

"By the way, I’ve always wanted to ask you something, Somi... have you ever been with a girl?"

Somi almost breaks the cookie she was about to eat. She blinks, processing the question. “Uh... like, kissed?”

Eunbi shrugs. “Kissed, hooked up, anything. Has it ever happened?”

Somi, still a bit taken aback, furrows her brow. “Ah, kissing, sure. Everyone’s kissed a friend after a few drinks, right? It’s like a friendship ritual.”

Eunbi lets out a little laugh. “So, just a kiss then? Nothing more?”

Now, Somi’s completely intrigued. She places her teacup carefully on the coffee table, as if she’s about to disarm a bomb. “Well... I’ve never slept with a girl, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Eunbi continues to probe. “And... would you try it?”

She pauses, looking at Eunbi more intently now, as if trying to catch the hidden subtext in the question. Then, connecting some dots, maybe a bit hastily, she smiles slightly. “Wait... are you suggesting that—”

But before Somi can finish her sentence, Eunbi waves her hand, as if shooing away a bunch of unwanted thoughts. “No, no! Nothing like that. I’m not suggesting anything. I was just curious.”

Somi laughs, but there’s a faint thread of tension in the air now, something light, something that wasn’t there before. “Oh, okay. Because, you know, I wouldn’t judge if you were thinking about it. I mean, you’re gorgeous, I’m gorgeous... It wouldn’t exactly be a tragedy.”

Eunbi gives a short, controlled laugh, like someone who needs to keep the train on the tracks. “I know, but that’s not it. I was just asking.”

Somi relaxes, but the mischievous look doesn’t fade. “Ah, got it. Just checking if the hot friend’s into girl-on-girl stuff. Sure, makes sense. Now tell me, what about you? Ever been with a girl?”

“Well... like you, I’ve kissed some friends a few times, you know, those party moments when everyone’s drunk and hyped. But I never... went beyond that, you know?”

Somi puts on a fake dramatic act, clutching her chest like she's deeply offended. "What? You've kissed other friends but never me? And here I thought our friendship was special!"

Eunbi, with the calm of someone who always has an answer ready, shrugs. "Well, we could change that right now, if you want."

Somi raises an eyebrow, surprised, but a smile begins to form on her lips. "Are you serious?"

Eunbi simply nods. "Why not? Friends do these things, right?"

If this were a book, this would be the moment when the reader holds their breath, eagerly anticipating what's next.

Then, without much fuss, Somi gives a mischievous smile, and they both lean forward until their lips touch in a quick, simple kiss. No drama, no complications. Just a brief moment, but with an underlying tension neither of them will admit to.

When they pull away, Eunbi smiles like she just checked off something from her to-do list.

"There. Now you're part of the exclusive group of friends I've kissed."

Somi laughs, raising her cup of tea. "Wow, what an honor. Let's toast to that."

Eunbi raises hers too, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "To open friendships."

They clink their cups, the sound echoing through the room, and the atmosphere relaxes again, as if nothing unusual just happened.

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[12:03 AM]

Yujin: Heyyyy Rubydden! 🖤✨ Saw your sextape, girl, you SLAYED! Congrats!

[12:07 AM]

Rubydden: Omg, thanksss! I was so nervous, you have no idea 😳

[12:08 AM]

Yujin: Nervous? Pff, no way. You looked super natural. You’ve got that je ne sais quoi. Like... I dunno, a mix of dominatrix and Instagram fairy, you know?

[12:09 AM]

Rubydden: 😂😂 What a description! Now I gotta add that to my bio. But seriously, I loved what you do too. I watched some of your vids and I was like... wow ❤️🔥

[12:11 AM]

Yujin: Some? Haha, liar, bet you binged them all 😏

[12:15 AM]

Rubydden: Well... maybe five or six 😅

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[10:35 AM]

Yujin: Look, I'm gonna be blunt... I got off to your titjob. That was AVN Awards level 🥵💦

[10:36 AM]

Rubydden: 😳 Omg! Wasn’t expecting that. Now I’m blushing

[10:37 AM]

Yujin: You're a goddess, Rubydden. That close-up on your boobs... girl, perfection!!

[10:38 AM]

Rubydden: Haha, I thought the same about you when I saw that video of you making yourself squirt... hard to forget

[10:39 AM]

Yujin: Haha perfect! But seriously, that titjob you did... I had to grab a vibrator because it was sooo hot 🔥

[10:40 AM]

Rubydden: OMG, really?! I'm feeling flattered now 🙈

[10:41 AM]

Yujin: Of course!! I’m not gonna lie, you and your guy have crazy chemistry. Ever tried a threesome?

[10:42 AM]

Rubydden: Never tried, actually. But I've always been curious... 🤔 Why, got something in mind?

[10:44 AM]

Yujin: Girl, if you haven't tried it, you're missing out, seriously. I've done it a few times and, for real, it’s amazing. Now, imagine this: me, you, and your guy in a video. It'd break the internet!!

[10:46 AM]

Rubydden: Wow... That definitely sounds like something to think about. I guess I'd have to talk to him first, right?

[10:47 AM]

Yujin: For sure, for sure! But think about it seriously, okay? We could make something super sensual, something that would drive the audience wild. Plus, it’d be a lot of fun 😉

[10:49 AM]

Rubydden: Haha, gosh, I'm nervous just thinking about it. But I won’t lie... the idea is tempting

[10:50 AM]

Yujin: Trust me, girl. It’s gonna be an experience you won’t forget. And, obviously, who could forget you after that?

—

You’re sitting in Eunbi’s room, her laptop open on the desk in front of you, your eyes skimming over the messages again and again. That dialogue on the screen doesn’t just surprise you, it throws you into a world you didn’t even know existed a few months ago.

Yujin?

Collab?

A threesome?

Eunbi, standing beside you, looks at you like she’s already made up her mind. To her, this is just another chance to go viral again. "So?" she says, tapping your shoulder lightly, a carefree smile on her face. "What do you think?"

You swallow hard, the words getting stuck in your throat. "I... I don’t know what to say."

She frowns a little, but still in a playful way, like she’s hearing someone complain about being hot in the summer. "Oh, you never know what to say. Relax. It’s not that complicated." And then, with a twinkle in her eye: "Yujin's hot, right? And she's got millions of followers. If we do this, it’s gonna be huge. Like, huge."

"It’s not that," you mumble, trying to form something coherent, but all logic seems to slip away from you like sand through your fingers. "I mean, it’s just... all of this... it’s so new."

She lets out a soft laugh, like she was expecting exactly that. "Of course it’s new. I still remember us sitting on the couch freaking out, thinking we’d get evicted from our apartment. Everything’s happening so fast, but look where we are now!" She picks up her phone, scrolling through Yujin’s photo gallery, clearly much more comfortable with the idea than you are.

"But I don’t even... know if I want to do this," you admit, trying to understand why your voice sounds so small in this conversation when you should be shouting HEY, I LOVE YOU, CAN WE TALK ABOUT US?!

"It’s okay to not want to... right now," she replies, still half-distracted as she shows you another picture of Yujin, this one even more provocative. "But seriously, look at this. Us and her? It’s gonna break the internet. And you’d be the luckiest guy in the world." She says it like she’s pitching the latest smartphone, full of perks and no downsides.

"I’m not sure ‘lucky’ is the word I’d use," you laugh awkwardly. How do you explain that, in your head, luck would be getting to take her out to dinner, with no cameras or masks in the way?

She frowns, clearly not understanding why you’re not jumping at the idea. "Okay, then what’s the problem?"

Inside, the knot of emotions keeps growing. You’re still trying to process the fact that you’re falling for your best friend. The girl you’ve always shared everything with, who stood by your side through the tough early days of adulthood. You two share something special... but she doesn’t seem to see it the same way. She’s caught up in the work, the followers, the rising fame.

And you?

You’re caught up in the feeling of falling in love with someone who might only see you as a tool for her career.

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, and all you can manage is a frustrated sigh.

"I’ll... think about it, okay?"

She gives you a quick hug, like you’ve just agreed to go to her Barbie-themed party. "Relax, it’s gonna be amazing, you’ll see. We’re doing so well! Maybe, when things calm down, we can even take a trip, just the two of us. What do you think?"

You allow yourself a small smile.

A trip, just the two of you?

That sounds almost... romantic.

"Yeah... that sounds nice."

"Yes! I was thinking maybe the Swiss Alps, how about that? Us in a cozy little cabin, snow falling outside, a fireplace burning... perfect, right?" She looks at you, her eyes shining with the idea. For a brief moment, you imagine the two of you together, far away from everything, just enjoying each other’s company. Damn, that would be perfect.

But, of course, Eunbi continues: "And we could shoot a video there! Imagine, us having sex in front of the fireplace, with the snow falling outside... it’d go viral."

You roll your eyes and take a deep breath. Of course.

Because in the end, that’s what it all boils down to. The romance fades faster than your desire to keep this conversation going.

—

You're lying on the couch, engrossed in your book, when you hear the apartment door open. Eunbi had gone out to pick up a package, and you were already used to her dramatic entrances. But the excitement with which she bursts through the door this time makes you suspicious of what on earth is in that box. It could contain anything from a toaster to a new vibrator powerful enough to emit sound waves detectable by a hydrophone at the bottom of the ocean.

“So, what’d you get this time?” you ask without looking up from your book.

“Oh, you'll find out soon enough,” she replies in a voice full of secrets.

You raise an eyebrow but go back to your book. “Right. Whatever it is, I hope it doesn’t explode.”

She disappears into the bedroom, and for a second, everything returns to normal. You almost convince yourself it’s nothing to worry about… until hours later, when another door opens again, this time with the subtlety of a hurricane. And who enters the room is… well, Eunbi, but a version of her that looks like she just walked out of a weird fanfic written by someone with way too much time on their hands.

She’s wearing a schoolgirl skirt that honestly makes you question the sanity of fashion designers and a baby tee she probably last wore many years ago.

You look at her, half incredulous, half amused, and can’t help but laugh. “Okay, what the hell is that?”

Eunbi spins around like a runway model, making the skirt dangerously twirl. “My new costume! For the next video, obviously.”

You tilt your head, a bit cynical. “What video?”

“I mean, our video,” she corrects. “We’re gonna do a roleplay. I’m the younger sister, and you’re the older brother.”

What?

You frown.

“Wait, what?”

But she moves closer, sitting beside you, her hand strategically landing on your thigh. And it’s that kind of hand slide that makes your neurons scream to ignore it, but of course, your body had already betrayed you the second she walked into the room in that… outfit. Now you start to understand that the mysterious box might have had something to do with this transformation.

“I’m going to be your stepsister,” she begins, while her fingers trace slow circles on your leg, “and our parents aren’t home... and I want to show you something. Something I just discovered, you know, like… sex.”

“Oh, sure. Sex,” you say, as if it’s the most revolutionary concept you’ve ever heard. “Because that’s what every little sister does, right?”

She either ignores the sarcasm or just doesn’t care. “Exactly! Oh, and of course, it won't be anything too scripted, we'll just feel the vibe and improvise. It’s going to be our best video yet. It’ll have that… forbidden touch, you know?”

You lean back on the bed, trying to figure out a way out of this. “So… like… can I finish my book first?”

Her eyes gleam with pure determination as she leans in closer, her hand now dangerously high on your thigh. “You can finish later. This will be quick.”

You had spent the last few days deciding that, no, this was too much, that you weren’t going to have sex with Eunbi just to create content anymore. Boundaries, you told yourself. Self-respect. You were more than that, right? You were going to set limits, be firm...

But now, with her hand so close to something that does not respect any rational decision, those words start to feel distant.

Then she delivers the final blow, the argument that should be illegal in any discussion. “And, look, it’ll be my first anal. You’ll get to fuck my ass. And, to make it better, I’ll let you come inside.”

Your synapses short-circuit. All those mature reflections about feelings and dignity… vanish. The decision you had sworn to keep firm just... dies. Just like that.

Her hand is already on your cock, and of course, it’s already rock-hard. Not that you have much of a choice at this point. Your body had already made the decision for you.

“It’ll be fun,” she says with a slight tease, her fingers now playing with your erection. “And I promise I’ll make you feel... very good.”

You try, by some miracle, to keep your composure. “Okay, but... shouldn’t we have, like, talked about this first?”

She looks at you with an expression that clearly says: Are we really having this conversation right now? “The only thing we need to talk about is how much you want to fuck my ass.”

You let out a sigh—whether of surrender, desire, or just because you’re an idiot, you’re not sure.

But deep down, you knew you were defeated the moment she walked into the room wearing that damned skirt.

Of all the absurd decisions you’ve made, this is probably the most obvious one. With your mind utterly overwhelmed by a mix of desire and confusion, you heard yourself saying yes before you had time to process anything more rational—like, for instance, no.

Eunbi smiles as if she's about to invite you to play house, but a version that would never be allowed on any playground. She bounces off the mattress, as if the thrill of seeing you sink into this pit of poor decisions is a small personal victory, and rushes to the bedroom. You hear the sound of boxes being rummaged through. She comes back with a mask and the camera. Your camera, which, let’s be honest, she practically stole from you a long time ago.

"Here," she says, handing you the equipment with a sparkle in her eyes. "Now I’m going to redo the entrance," she continues, already in full actress mode, putting the mask on, "but this time, you’re going to be my older brother, and I’ll be your... well, you already know."

You sigh, half-amused, half-resigned, but lie down on the bed as instructed, slightly frustrated to give up something important to do... this—and yes, you did consider finishing that book important—but, if we're being honest, resisting Eunbi was like trying to hold water in your hands.

You turn on the TV, something generic is on, maybe a show about giant cakes, which, of course, doesn’t match what’s about to happen. You press the record button on the camera.

And this is how it begins:

The bedroom door opens, and there she is, the personification of every possible cliché of fantasies that shouldn’t exist. A schoolgirl skirt that’s way too short, a baby tee that only someone with questionable taste would consider appropriate for anyone past puberty, and a walk that was almost a caricature. But the strangest thing was how much she had changed. It wasn’t just the outfit. It was everything: the posture, the gestures, even the expression on her face. When she approaches and says, “Hey, big brother,” the voice is so sweet it’s almost sickening.

Pure poisoned sugar.

You glance at her as she sits at the edge of the bed, the camera strategically positioned to film from the neck down, focusing on that damned tight baby tee that accentuates her breasts. “Hey,” you reply, casually.

“Parents are gone,” she announces, sitting beside you on the bed. You mutter something vague in response, more focused on surviving the scene than keeping up the act.

“Remember what dad said before he left?” she asks, with that voice that sounds like it’s meant to sell children’s toys or, in this case, sell the idea of something entirely different.

You nod absentmindedly. “Sure, take care of the house. And you.”

She smiles. But it’s not an innocent smile.

No, definitely not.

"Exactly. And I was thinking… shouldn’t you, like, take care of me now?"

“Hmm, take care of you... how?”

She smiles again, and the insinuation in her voice is so heavy it could sink a ship. "I discovered something. Something people do to feel good. And I think we should try it."

You try to fake indifference, which, of course, doesn’t help at all. "Oh yeah? What’s that?"

She leans in a little more, almost whispering. "The man puts the, um, what’s it called? Penis! That’s it! The man puts the penis into... the vagina... I think that’s it. He puts the penis in the woman’s vagina. That makes them feel good." She pauses, watching your reaction. “I want to try that with you.”

You almost choke on your own saliva.

"What? Who told you that?"

She shrugs, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. "Saw it on the internet."

Ah, of course. The internet. The vast well of wisdom and depravity.

Before you could come up with a reasonable excuse to cut this strange performance—something like ‘I can’t do this, sorry’ or ‘please, I just want to finish my book’—her hand was already on your cock. And, to be fair, that’s exactly what your brain didn’t need at that moment.

“Hey, what are you doing now?” you ask, more because you felt you should say something than because you really wanted an answer.

“Let me see your dick, brother,” she said, as if asking to see the TV remote. “Please, please, please!”

"I can't show you that," you retorted, in vain.

She frowned, but in a mischievous way. “I’ll show you what’s under my panties if you show me your dick.”

And, of course, her next move was to part her leg and lift her skirt, revealing the most enticing panties anyone could imagine—pink, with little animal prints, the full provocation package.

Your self-control—or what was left of it—flew out the window. She kept pressing on your dick over your pants, and finally, you gave in. "Alright, alright."

“Yaaay!!”

Eunbi took on the role with an almost disturbing enthusiasm. When you finally gave in and let her pull down your pants, her eyes lit up with exaggerated curiosity, as if she was dealing with something mysterious, incomprehensible, and worthy of scientific study. She looked at your cock like it was a particularly intriguing puzzle—one to be solved not with logic, but with her hands.

"Wow..." she murmured, her words filled with rehearsed admiration. Her fingertips brushed against the warm skin, exploring as if it was the first time she had ever touched a cock. She giggled and, with a touch that was almost innocent (if it weren’t so provocative), started handling it like she was investigating the workings of a new toy.

“It’s... so big!” The words came out with an overly exaggerated tone of surprise.

You tried to maintain some semblance of indifference, but it was like trying to keep a dam intact in the middle of a hurricane. "Careful there," you said, your voice already tense, feeling every light touch as if your cock was now in the hands of an inexperienced mechanic unsure of how to proceed.

She used both hands, holding it with a curiosity that seemed clumsy but intentionally sensual. “Why is it like this? Like, hard... but the skin’s soft at the same time?” The question was so simple, almost comical in its innocence, that you couldn’t hold back a nervous laugh.

“That’s how it works,” you muttered, the effort to keep your head in the game becoming harder as her hands slid more confidently. She squeezed a little more, testing different ways to hold it, as if searching for the perfect grip, her short nails brushing the sensitive skin in a way that made you squirm.

“And these balls down here?” She looked at them with genuine curiosity, playing with your balls, her gaze still so inquisitive that it almost made you laugh again. “What are they for? Do they get hard too?”

“No...” you took a deep breath, trying to explain without completely losing your composure. “I mean, they can get a little hard when they’re full... They’re… sensitive , just... don’t mess with them too much.”

She laughed, clearly amused by the reaction she was provoking. Her touch grew bolder as she became more familiar with what she was doing, running her hands along the entire length, holding your balls with a mix of care and silly curiosity, like she was weighing something valuable. “Oh, so the balls are sensitive...” she teased, laughing mischievously. "I’ll be careful."

She wasn’t, of course. Her touch, though clumsy for the character, was becoming more precise, more intentional. She knew exactly what she was doing, even if the role demanded a forced innocence.

"Can I... try something?" she asked, lying under your legs, her face so close to your dick that you could feel her warm breath on the tip.

"Try what?"

It was an unnecessary question because the answer was already written between the two of you in bold letters. She knew. You knew. Everyone—including the audience watching this later—knew.

“Can I... lick it?” she asked with the same sweetness as someone asking to taste a piece of candy. She tilted her head, her eyes big and bright behind the mask, and without waiting for an answer, lowered her head and gave a timid lick, almost as if she was testing the taste.

You took a deep breath, your muscles tensing involuntarily. "Go ahead..."

She started licking with small, experimental touches, giggling with each new move as if she was genuinely enjoying herself. "It tastes kind of... salty," she commented, like she was talking about a new gourmet ice cream. She laughed again, licking once more, this time with more intention, running her tongue from the base to the tip with an almost disturbing concentration. "Is that good for you?"

"Fuck yes," you responded, trying to control the moan already escaping your throat.

“Then I’ll keep going...” she murmured, smiling satisfied with herself, like a good sister just wanting to make her older brother feel good.

Her movements were a strange, seductive mix of rehearsed hesitation and almost genuine curiosity. The tip of her tongue traced small lines along your skin, up and down, almost like she was discovering a new flavor. She giggled between licks, which for some reason only made the situation hotter. With each touch, the heat in your body intensified.

“You really like this, huh?” she asked with a feigned innocence that you knew was part of the act, but it didn’t make the situation any less provocative. The way she spoke, as if asking an everyday question, contrasted deliciously with the explicit nature of what she was doing.

You let out a low moan, struggling to maintain some control over the situation. “It’s... incredible,” you replied, your voice already shaky.

She paused for a moment, her eyes shining with interest, as if analyzing the situation from a new angle. “So... if this makes you feel so good, what’s the best part?” The question came with that unsettling curiosity of wanting to learn more, wanting to be better at making her brother happy.

You try to stay focused, fighting the urge to just drop the camera and use both hands to make her gag on your dick. But no, she wanted it to be a game, she wanted it slow—you both had roles to play. "The tip," you said, vaguely pointing to the most sensitive part of your dick. “The tip is... where you should focus more.”

Eunbi raised an eyebrow, amusement clear on her face. "The tip?" She looked at your dick with the same exaggerated fascination, her lips moving slowly as she considered the new challenge. "Okay, big brother... If that’s what will make you feel better."

She leaned her head closer, her gaze fixed on the tip of your dick, like she was about to solve a Rubik’s cube. And then, with calculated slowness, she wrapped her lips around the head, giving a light suck, as if tasting something for the first time.

You couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your lips. The touch of her soft lips, combined with the light pressure of the suction, was simply electrifying. And she seemed to love the reaction she provoked, laughing softly as she continued, her movements increasing in intensity.

“Like this, is it good?” she asked, her voice slightly muffled, as she kept the tip of your dick in her mouth. With each word, the vibration made you lose more and more control.

"Keep going... just like that... it's really good," you managed to say, the words escaping with difficulty. She gave a low, satisfied laugh before going back to what she was doing, now using her tongue to explore the tip with even more curiosity. She swirls her tongue in slow, teasing circles, gently increasing the pressure before relaxing, repeating the motion as if she's experiencing something new each time.

"It's kind of weird," she says suddenly, pulling her mouth away for a second to catch her breath but keeping her hand firmly around your cock, playing with the base like it's something she just learned to use. "But in a good way, you know? Like... kind of funny."

"There's nothing funny about this," you say, almost laughing but trying to keep your composure. "Just... keep doing what you were doing."

She smiles, that mischievous smile that shows she knows exactly what she's doing. "Okay, okay... I'll be a good sister, I promise." And with that, she puts the tip of your cock back in her mouth, now with more determination, sucking with a steady rhythm that makes your whole body react.

You and the camera watch everything, your mind torn between the rising lust and the surrealness of the situation. The way she slips into the role, playing with the idea of being a little sister "discovering" something so dangerous and exciting, only heightens the effect. She sucks the tip with absurd concentration, as if each movement were a new step in a forbidden game.

She pulls the cock out of her mouth again, her hands still busy, and looks at you, eyes gleaming with excitement that comes more from the game than the act itself. "Do you want me to keep going like this? Or should I do something else? I... I can learn quickly, you know."

"So, remember the balls? You can suck them too. I’ll like that a lot."

"You said they’re sensitive, right?" Her voice has that exaggerated tone of curiosity, like she's playing a little sister who wants to learn everything, absolutely everything. "What do I do with these... little balls?"

You, already sunk into the role she’s forcing on you, struggle to keep your voice steady. "Yeah... yes. They’re... sensitive. You can... suck them too. But, carefully."

She raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Suck? Like I did with your cock?"

You nod, the words almost slipping. "Yes. But... slower, okay?"

"Mmm, got it!" she murmurs in a devilishly sweet voice. "I'll take care of you, just like you take care of me."

She lowers her head further, moving slowly down to your balls, as if she’s deliberating her next move. She gives them another lick, experimental and almost casual, like she’s licking a popsicle in front of the TV on a Saturday afternoon, and not your body.

"Like this?" Her voice is loaded with fake innocence, but the mischievous smile on her lips leaves no doubt that Eunbi knows exactly what she’s doing. "Or should I be a bit... more careful?"

You swallow hard. "That’s it, just… a little slower..."

She giggles again, that light laugh that makes it seem like you’re really playing make-believe. But, obviously, what she’s doing is far from that. She tilts her head more and begins licking your balls slowly, this time without hesitation, but still with that touch of exaggerated curiosity.

"It's funny," she comments between licks. "I didn’t know they could get harder." With each word, she lets her tongue glide smoothly over the sensitive skin, teasing in a way that makes everything feel like one big game.

You can barely think of a coherent response. "Yeah... the more you play with the balls, the 'harder' they get," is all you can say, trying to maintain some control while her head moves between the base of your cock and your balls, like she’s deciding which part she likes best.

Then she looks up again, as if a brilliant idea just struck her. "What if I suck it all at once? Do you think I can fit it all in my mouth?"

"Yes... go ahead, try..."

And she does, enveloping your balls with her mouth slowly and carefully, almost with that rehearsed sweetness, like an obedient little sister.

"Am I doing well?" she asks in that sweet little voice, her words muffled as she continues playing with your balls, moving her head side to side, as if she’s, once again, testing the limits of what she can do.

You almost laugh, but it’s a forced laugh, the kind you make when you’ve been taken to a place where reason was lost long ago. "You’re such a good girl!"

She smiles, satisfied. "I want to be the best little sister in the world!"

"Okay, if you really want to be the best little sister in the world, then do as you promised and show me what’s under your panties, alright?" you ask, knowing it’s best to stop for now, or the video will end in just a blowjob.

She obediently stands up, unbuttoning her skirt with deliberate slowness, almost ceremoniously. You get rid of your pants and boxers for good and sit on the edge of the bed. She lets the fabric slide down her thighs to the floor, revealing pink panties. It doesn’t help that she seems genuinely excited about it, like she’s playing with something her parents didn’t allow.

"Do you like it?" she asks, turning slightly to show off the pink panties decorated with little animals and bows on the sides.

You clear your throat, trying to keep your composure, which is a colossal challenge considering the scene. "It’s... yeah, it’s nice."

"Nice?" She pretends to be offended, crossing her arms over her chest. "These panties are cute. I chose them especially for my brother." She emphasizes the ‘brother’ with a tone that should be sweet but only manages to sound dangerously suggestive.

"Sure, sure," you reply, looking away for a second, as if that would help you escape the trap. "Cute."

With an even wider smile, she slowly lowers her panties, revealing her already wet pussy. The ‘little stepsister’ looks at you with a rehearsed expression of pure innocence. "Huh? Why... is it so wet?"

You take a deep breath, knowing that any answer to that question will only dig you deeper. But like any protagonist in a story who’s clearly made the worst decision, you answer: "It’s because... you like me. Your body reacts like that when you... really like someone."

She ponders for a second, as if she’s considering this revelation for the first time. "Ah... that makes sense. I do really like you, you know?"

"Yeah... I like you a lot too," you murmur, as if that would help keep things within some kind of boundary.

"So," she continues, her eyes fixed on yours, "what do we do now, brother? How are you going to take care of me?"

You try to keep your voice calm, even though you know it’s quickly becoming impossible. "Why don’t you start... touching your pussy? Slowly. Just to see how it feels."

She seems surprised, but excited by the suggestion. Slowly, her fingers begin to descend, gliding over her soft skin until they reach her wet pussy. And the moans start, first light, then becoming continuous, accompanied by a smile that drives you crazy.

"Like this?" she asks, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.

"Yes, exactly like that," you reply, your voice a little rougher than you’d like, slowly stroking your cock while you film and watch the scene.

She continues, her fingers still timid, almost hesitant, like she’s discovering a new toy and doesn’t know exactly how to use it. She bites her lower lip, clearly enjoying her own curiosity, but you notice that something... is missing.

"No, no... this way it won’t be as good," you say, trying to sound instructional, which is a colossal challenge given the situation. "Let me show you a better way."

She stops, her eyes blinking at you with a mix of surprise and excitement. "Show me? Like... you’re going to teach me, big brother?" She smiles like she’s learning to do homework, except the ‘lesson’ at hand is far from academic.

"Yes... that’s it, I’ll show you. Trust me. Lie down on my bed and open your legs."

You stand up as she does what you asked, her legs slowly spreading to give you full access. With a sigh, you slide your hand between her thighs, your fingers lightly brushing her warm, damp pussy.

She trembles slightly at the touch, letting out a soft moan. "What are you going to do...?"

"Just relax, okay? You'll feel much more pleasure that way," you respond, still in 'older brother instructing' mode, because somehow that twisted logic makes sense right now.

Your fingers find her clit, and you start making slow circles, pressing just the right way—the way you know will make her writhe with pleasure. And, as expected, her moans intensify, her hips moving involuntarily against your hand.

"Ah... this is... so much better," she whispers, her eyes half-closed, her voice now more drawn out, almost surprised at the intensity of what she's feeling. "This feels so good, you're making me feel so good!" She arches her back, getting more lost in the touch, her hands squeezing her breasts, still covered by the baby tee, her moans echoing through the room. "This... this is incredible," she breathes between sighs. "Do it again, brother. Do it like that."

You comply, your fingers now firmer, exploring the small spasms of her body, each touch precise to make her feel more, to make her moan louder. Her breathing becomes ragged, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, and for a moment, the absurd theatrics of the situation disappear, replaced by a raw, physical connection.

"You like that, don’t you?" you ask, knowing the answer is obvious.

"I love it... Mmm, I didn't know I could feel this way." she replies, her voice broken. "You're... you're the best brother I could ever have."

Your fingers move faster now, firm and precise, playing her body like an instrument, each stroke making her tremble. She's gasping, eyes closed, writhing beneath you, her hips rising and falling against your hand. It's a hypnotic sight—almost like watching a chaotic dance, where her body is the instrument, and you, the conductor.

"Ah... brother, I... I’m feeling something strange..." she murmurs, her voice hoarse, almost trembling.

You smile, keeping your tone calm, as if you've been through this before. "It's normal... just relax and let it happen. It'll feel good, trust me."

She lets out a long, nearly broken moan as her body begins to lose control, her muscles contracting involuntarily around your hand. The camera is focused on her movements, capturing every contortion, every muffled moan, as if it were the final piece of a banned masterpiece in several countries.

"Ah, ah... I can't... Oooh..." She begins to beg, her words dissolving into pure sound, as your fingers continue, relentless, pressing and circling, giving no reprieve.

"That's it, let it out... it'll feel good, just let it all out." You encourage her, your voice soft, almost paternal, a sharp irony considering the context.

And then, it happens. She arches sharply, her body trembling violently, and you feel her wet heat spill over your hand. She comes with a scream that echoes through the room, her moans transforming into a primal sound, pure instinct and release. You keep playing her, extending the moment until the last spasm fades.

The camera captures everything—the unbridled pleasure, the ecstasy etched into every curve of her body. Every tremor and sigh are recorded.

When she finally collapses on the bed, exhausted, her breathing uneven, you gently pull your fingers away, bringing your soaked hand up to the camera lens for a close-up.

"Good job, little sister," you say, a hint of teasing in your voice. She just giggles, exhausted but satisfied, her body still trembling with the last traces of pleasure.

"I knew I could trust you," she murmurs, eyes closed, a satisfied smile on her lips.

"But we're not done yet," you say. "I want you to get on all fours for me, I'll show you something.”

Eunbi eagerly complies, lying face down with that almost naive obedience, arching her back with the precision of someone who's done this before. And you, in the role of the responsible older brother, observe and film.

"Now open that ass," you say, giving her a light slap that makes her skin ripple, and without question, she pulls her small hands to spread her cheeks, revealing her tight little asshole and wet pussy, everything perfectly exposed.

You run your fingers over her pussy, wetting them carefully, like you're preparing for a sacred ritual. Then you slide the wet finger down to her tight little asshole. She shifts a bit but stays in position, letting out a low moan as you finally push the finger inside.

"This little ass is precious, you know?" you say, almost in a teacherly tone as your finger slowly explores. "No one else can play with it but me. Just me."

She moans again, a sound mixed with pleasure and a promise about to be made. "I know, brother. It’s yours... only yours."

Her voice sounds sweet, almost begging for more, and you increase the pressure with your finger, pushing a little deeper, testing how far you can go. She arches her back even more, as if trying to make your job easier, offering her body.

"Good to know you understand," you tease, and she murmurs something in agreement. "Because if anyone else tries, there’s going to be a problem, understood?"

She bites her lip, her fingers still holding her cheeks apart. "I promise, brother... it’s only yours."

You smile, satisfied with her promise. "That’s how I like it."

Eunbi remains there, face down, obedient, her hands gripping her cheeks firmly, opening herself to you as if this were the natural purpose of her existence. Her breathing is heavy but eager as your fingers explore, playing with the tight little asshole still learning what it means to belong to someone. You feel the heat of her skin, and the way she trembles with each of your movements makes it clear that despite everything, she's enjoying it.

"Good girl," you say in a tone of approval that sounds almost paternal, moving your finger with more determination now, circling slowly before pressing in again. She lets out a shaky sigh, biting her lip and closing her eyes as if trying to focus on anything other than the pleasurable discomfort you're causing.

"It... it hurts," she admits in a trembling voice, as if revealing a secret, but then immediately moans again, that strange mix of pain and desire. "But it feels good..." She arches her back a little more, as if to encourage you, even as her body struggles to adjust to the new sensation.

You chuckle, pleased with her progress. Then you wet your fingers more in her pussy.

"It’s going to hurt a bit at first," you admit, moving the wet finger more slowly now, just to test her limits. "But don’t worry. Soon enough your little ass will get used to it." The promise is made in a reassuring tone.

Eunbi lets out a louder moan as you penetrate a little deeper, her fingers gripping her cheeks tighter as if trying to steady herself. She moves, arching her back into an even more inviting angle, legs slightly apart. "You... you think?" Her voice is a mix of insecurity and excitement, almost as if she's asking for more.

"I know," you respond, soaking in the confidence of the role, moving your finger with more rhythm, teasing her. "You're a good girl, and good girls always learn fast."

She moans again, her face buried in the mattress, but her arched back continues offering everything you've asked for and more. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna be a good girl for you, brother. I promise..."

You pause for a moment, your fingers still wet from the recent exploration. Eunbi—or, for the purposes of this performance, your ‘stepsister’—breathes deeply, still arched, her body tense with anticipation. The atmosphere is thick, and for a brief second, you just stand there, silently absorbing every almost imperceptible tremor running down her spine. The camera, your silent partner, focuses on every nuance of her expression, every shiver.

“It’s time for you to find out what you’ve been wanting, princess,” you say.

“Please… put your cock in me.”

"Say please," you respond, your voice low, so heavy with desire you barely recognize it. "Be a good girl and ask politely."

Eunbi, ever the meticulous actress, turns her face toward you, her wide eyes behind the mask with an innocence that only exists in fiction—those big eyes, the kind that say ‘I’m pure, I swear,’ even when nothing happening in the room suggests anything remotely innocent. Her breathing is fast, like a theater student at the peak of their dramatic performance.

"Please..." Her voice is a fragile whisper, but sweet, carefully rehearsed to sound vulnerable. "Please, brother... I want you to put your thick cock inside my tight little pussy."

Ah, there it is. The final barrier collapsed with the weight of a house of cards pushed by a breeze. You can’t help but smile—not that the camera can catch it—as you adjust your position with the precision of a watchmaker fine-tuning a delicate gear. The heat emanating from her body is magical, and when you finally penetrate her, slowly, each inch is consumed by her pussy, which wraps around you with a softness that defies reality.

She lets out a moan—the kind of sound that floats between pleasure and surprise, as if she’s being taken into unknown territory while, at the same time, exactly where she wanted to be. "Like that... like that... please," she moans, her voice strained, fingers gripping the sheets as if she’s on the brink of an existential revelation and only the sheets can keep her from being pulled into the abyss.

You start to move, oscillating between slow and deliberate, savoring the moment like you’re tasting the finest wine in the world, while she whispers sweet words between moans.

“Yeah, good girl!” you say softly.

The pace increases, the sound of bodies colliding echoes through the room, and as Eunbi arches her back, moaning for more with an almost religious fervor, you feel like you’re in control of not just her, but the entire scene.

You begin to pick up the pace, your movements gaining a life of their own. Beneath you, Eunbi is moaning non-stop, each sound a bit louder, a bit more desperate. Then, with the precision of a medieval archer hitting the bullseye, your hand comes down fast and firm on her ass.

The slap echoes through the room like an unexpected sound. The impact is immediate: her skin turns a reddish hue, the contrast clear and satisfying against her pale skin. Eunbi lets out a moan that’s half pain, half pleasure—the kind of sound that makes you want to repeat the action just to hear it again.

"More," she moans, her eyes half-closed, her voice muffled by the sheets, as if talking to herself but at the same time asking directly for you. "Please, spank me more, brother!!”

Ah, how could you resist such a polite request? Your hand comes down again, harder this time, leaving another red mark, and her body writhes in pleasure. You begin to alternate between thrusts and slaps, creating a symphony of pleasure and impact that seems to defy the basic rules of decency.

"You like that, don't you?" you say, your voice thick with provocation, as your hand meets her ass again and again, each slap resonating like a gong in a distant temple—or, in this case, the perfect sound of approval for what you two are doing.

"Yes!" she moans, the words coming out in broken breaths, "please... don’t stop!" She raises her hips higher, almost begging for more, and you, always generous, don’t disappoint.

Another slap. Harder. Her body reacts instantly, and the moans turn into something almost primal, as if she’s surrendering completely to the sensation.

"You’re a good girl, baby," you say. "But good girls need to be reminded who’s in control."

She only moans in response, her breathing ragged, her body completely given over to the moment. And, of course, you're more than willing to keep claiming territory, with each slap and thrust taking both of you closer to an inevitable climax.

You stop for a moment, feeling the sweat drip down your forehead, looking at Eunbi and the red marks you left on her buttocks.

“Now, be a good girl and ride me,” you say. “You’re going to like this position, I promise.”

You pause the recording.

Eunbi, obedient and eager as always, pulls away from you, giving you room to lie down on the bed. And then, with a grace that would make any mythological goddess jealous, she positions herself over you. For a brief second, your eyes meet hers, and there’s that exchange of complicity. That look that says: ‘Yes, we know exactly what we’re doing.’

You resume recording.

She lowers herself onto your cock, with a slowness that’s almost torturous, but at the same time, delicious. With every inch she takes in, you feel her warmth enveloping you, the tightness that almost defies logic. She moans softly, adjusting her body, and starts to move. Slow at first, learning the right rhythm.

But, of course, that doesn’t last long.

Soon, she’s riding with more intensity, picking up the pace. Her breasts bounce under the tight baby tee, and then, with a swift movement, she pulls the fabric up, revealing her large breasts that now move freely to the rhythm of her ride.

You can’t resist – who could? – and zoom in on her breasts. Her moans, the bouncing breasts, the hips moving up and down with precision. The camera can barely keep up, but you’re not exactly thinking about perfect angles right now.

This is living art, and you’re documenting every second as best you can.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” you say, half to her, half to the video. “Keep going, my good girl.”

Eunbi bites her lip, increasing the pace even more, and the room is filled with sounds – the bed creaking, her moans getting louder, the slap of bodies meeting. Your fingers grip her waist, helping to guide her, but the truth is, she’s in control for now.

And honestly, you’re not complaining.

She tilts her head back, eyes closed, her whole body focused on the frenzied movement. “Do you like watching me like this?” she asks between moans, with that completely calculated innocence, knowing exactly the effect her words have.

“You have no idea,” you reply, your voice hoarse, as you keep filming, knowing this recording will be something people will want to watch – many times.

The way she moves, even as her body consumes you inch by inch, is a balance between the innocent and the forbidden, as if she’s trying to convince you that she really is a good girl, only with a very, very fertile imagination.

“Please, brother...” she murmurs, almost in a whisper, leaning forward. The words come out in a sweet tone, with a hint of hesitation, as if testing the limits of roleplay with each syllable. “Do you think I’m being a good girl... for you?”

You smile, unable to hold back the sadistic pleasure that surfaces with the question. Your hand moves up her thigh, squeezing firmly. “You’re doing very well, little sister,” you reply. “But good girls can do better. Come on, show me how much you want to be the best.”

She bites her lip, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and nervousness – part of the act, of course, but brilliantly performed. “I... I can do better,” she says, trying her best to sound shy, as if begging for your approval. “I promise I can be the best little sister for you. Just... let me show you.”

And then, she lifts herself again and starts moving with more intensity, speeding up as her hands rest on your abs for balance. Her moans grow louder, almost stuttered, but she keeps the sweetness in her voice. “This feels so good... do you like seeing me like this, brother?” She asks, as if genuinely concerned about your verdict.

You don’t answer immediately, just watching her with that calculated expression. “You haven’t convinced me yet,” you finally say, your words sharp. “Good girls need to try harder. If you want to be my favorite, you’re going to have to work for it.”

Her eyes widen in mock concern, her breathing coming in heavier pants as her effort increases. She leans forward, her hair falling around her face as she continues to ride you, her movements becoming more intense, and the steady pace she maintains pushes you over the edge. “Brother... I’m trying,” she says between moans, her voice tinged with a mixture of effort and supposed innocence, as if the simple act of continuing is proof of her dedication. “Are you... are you enjoying it? Am I being a good girl right now?”

Your smile widens, seeing how far she’s willing to go to keep the fantasy alive. “You’re almost there, baby,” you reply with a superior tone, enjoying the power of the moment. “But good girls don’t just try. They give it their all. Show me how much you want this.”

She lets out a small moan, her eyes filled with an intensity that seemed to be growing with each movement. “I… I can do more,” she murmurs, picking up speed, her thighs now pressed against your body, rising and falling at an almost frantic pace. Her breasts bounce with the force of her ride, and her lips tremble with the effort, but she keeps going, determined.

“That’s it,” you murmur, your eyes locked on hers as you watch the hypnotic sway of her exposed breasts. “Good girl. Keep it up. Do it right!"

She bites her lip hard, clearly struggling to please you, her hands gripping your shoulders tightly as she picks up the pace even more. “I… I’m doing this for you, brother,” she moans, her voice sweet and broken, feigning complete devotion. “I want you to love me. I want to be your favorite girl. Please… love me…”

You grip her waist, helping to guide her movements. Her body moves down harder, with more determination. “If you keep it up, I might just love you,” you tease, tightening your grip. “But only if you really try. Go on, faster. Show me how much you want to be my good girl.”

She obeys, her moans louder now, mixed with panting breaths. “I’ll be… I promise,” she barely manages to say between her rapid movements. “I’ll be your good girl. The best one ever. I swear!”

“Then make me cum,” you say, your voice low and controlled, but full of expectation. “Only good girls know how to do this. Will you make it, little sister? Will you show me that you deserve it?”

She responds with only a strangled moan: “I- I w-will!”

“Then turn over,” you demand, your voice low but full of command. She stops riding you slowly, a smile on her lips, as if she’s been waiting for this order all along. She carefully turns her body, now facing away from you, her ass sticking up in a way that leaves her completely exposed. “Now you’re going to let me play with your asshole.”

"Brother... you're going to take care of me, right? Mommy and daddy said you needed to take care of me."

"Of course I'll take care of you. But now you're going to let me play with your asshole." You take your cock in one hand, holding it tight like a guide. "Come on."

She hesitates for a second, biting her lip with a hint of insecurity—not of the Eunbi you know, but of the character she's playing. "B-But... what are you going to do there, brother? You shouldn't..."

"Trust me," you murmur, almost out of patience now. "You're going to like it, it's going to make you feel really, really good."

She lets out a small moan, leaning forward, and you start to press in slowly. Entry is difficult—the pink ring of muscle resists at first, tight and almost impenetrable, as if her body is trying to say no while her mind and desire say otherwise.

"It's too tight..." she murmurs, her voice full of feigned nervousness, part of the act. But at the same time, there's something real in that sound, the little tremor in her voice as she tries to adjust herself... It's Eunbi's first anal too, not just the character's. "Do you think it'll really fit, brother?"

"It will fit," you say, your voice low, controlled, with a promise of pleasure behind it. "Just relax. You trust your brother, don't you?"

She nods, inch by inch, you feel her body giving in. The initial resistance gives way to a delicious pressure when it finally goes in. She lets out a loud moan, surprised.

“Mmm, brother… this… this is so different.” Her voice sounds vulnerable, almost shy, as she begins to move slightly, trying to get used to the intrusion.

“You’re being a good girl,” you reply, controlling the pace, thrusting in and out slowly. “You’ll like it more as you keep going.” And with each movement, each slow thrust, she begins to loosen up, her moans getting louder, her body adjusting to the pleasure.

“Come on, brother… take care of me,” she whispers.

“You’re making me so proud, baby. Your ass is perfect.”

“Ooohh, brother…” She lets out a long sigh, trying to adjust, moving her hips slightly, exploring the new sensation. “Why does this… feel so wrong, yet so good?” Her voice is of calculated innocence that drives you wilder with each passing moment.

“It’s because… sometimes, the best things are the ones we shouldn’t do,” you reply, controlling your tone to keep your character, even though the pleasure is almost knocking you over. You push deeper, feeling her insane grip. “And you’ve always been a curious girl, right? Wanting to try everything…”

She lets out a little laugh, although the tension is still there, hidden beneath the surface. “I am curious, yes, brother… I want to learn everything from you.” Then, she starts moving again, slowly at first, moving up and down hesitantly. “Do you think… I’m a good girl for wanting this?”

You can’t keep calm any longer. Her words, that sweet tone mixed with boldness, are destroying you inside. “You’re the best girl, the hottest, the most obedient,” you reply, your voice husky with desire as you hold her hips tightly to help her keep the rhythm.

“So, I’m going to make my big brother happy,” she murmurs, and with that, she starts riding you harder, her movements more confident now, her hesitation disappearing with each passing second. Each time she goes down, you feel the crushing pressure and heat, a tightness that makes you see stars. Eunbi’s moans are getting louder and louder, and beyond the character, you know how much she’s enjoying this.

“That’s it, like that,” you encourage, your hands now squeezing her ass. “Keep going, baby… show your brother how much you want to make him happy.”

Eunbi arches her back, throwing her hips back with more desire, the sound of their skin slapping against each other echoing through the room. “I’m going to… I’m going to take care of you,” she moans, between giggles, clearly enjoying the role. “But you have to take care of me too, okay? Because I’m just your little stepsister… I can’t do everything on my own…”

Her answer is almost fatal to your sanity. You pull her hips harder, helping her to go all the way down, feeling the overwhelming pleasure consume you. “I’ll take care of you,” you promise, without even thinking about the words. “I’ll teach you everything.”

She speeds up her movements, and now the room is filled with the sounds of her body against yours, her moans getting louder, more desperate. “Brother…” she begins, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and excitement, “I think... I think I’m really enjoying this. You like being in my tight ass, don’t you?”

You almost laugh at her brazenness, but the pleasure is too much. “I love it,” you reply, feeling the urgency take over. “You’re being so good to me. Now, let me fill you with pleasure... until you can’t take it anymore.”

Eunbi continues riding, her movements now more desperate, her face clearly torn between keeping character and giving herself completely to the pleasure. “Aaaah, brother… You'll fill my ass with your cum, right? Because... you promised to take care of me.”

Her head tilts back a little, a mischievous smile lighting up her face, but her moans cut off any possible response. You’re close, so close that words no longer make sense, but the roleplay is still in the air, and you know Eunbi is going to push all the way in.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna make you cum so much, big brother. Because you’re the best brother in the world,” she moans, grinding harder, and you feel like you won’t last much longer.

“You’re going to make your brother so happy… now, get on all fours because your brother is close… I’m gonna fuck your ass until I cum.”

Eunbi lets out a short laugh, her breathing still ragged from the effort and pleasure. She slides out of you slowly, almost provocatively, and you can see how much her asshole has already opened up with your cock. When she finally stands up, she throws that playful look over her shoulder, biting her lip as if she knows exactly what she's doing.

“On all fours?” She asks, with false innocence, as she positions herself on the bed. “Do you want your sister to be like this, brother? Do you want to fill my tight asshole with your milk?”

The answer doesn't need to be verbalized — your body already speaks for you. She leans on the bed, sticking her ass up, her back arched perfectly, offering everything provocatively. The ridiculously short baby tee remains raised, her heavy breasts hanging from her body.

“You know how to obey, don't you? Good girl…”

Without further hesitation, you stand behind her, your hand running down her body, exploring the perfect curve of her hips and the pulsing heat of her skin. The camera is well positioned, capturing every angle of the final moment. Her pussy is wet, swollen with excitement, but it’s her asshole that you want now, and she knows it. Your firm hand positions itself on her ass cheeks, slowly spreading her, revealing the tight little hole that barely hides how much she enjoyed every second of it.

“Are you ready, little sister? Because now I’m going to put everything in you… and I won’t stop until I cum deep inside your ass.”

She looks back, smiling. “I trust you, brother. Do whatever you want with me.”

With that, you line up your hard cock against her narrow entrance and begin to thrust. It’s still tight, incredibly tight, and the initial resistance only makes the pleasure more intense. Eunbi lets out a muffled moan as the head of your cock finally enters, her body adjusting to the size with a mix of discomfort and pleasure.

“Ah... like that,” she moans. “My asshole is burning so much... but it’s so good.”

You push deeper, inch by inch, until you’re completely inside. The pressure is unbearable, the heat and firmness of Eunbi’s asshole squeezing you in an overwhelming way. With your hand firmly placed on her hip, you begin to push slowly, feeling her tight asshole slowly give way.

The camera focuses on this movement, of course, because, after all, the show is for the audience.

Eunbi lets out a moan, something between surprise and pleasure. “Mmm, you are so big, brother,” she murmurs, her voice cracking with the effort of keeping the role.

You go deeper, the camera recording every movement, every inch. “It's because good girls deserve big cocks,” you tease, thrusting harder now, each thrust eliciting a louder moan from her.

“I am,” she replies between gasps. “A good girl... just for you.”

The moans grow louder as you pick up the pace, fucking her ass with increasing force. The camera shakes a little in your hand, but it’s capturing everything, every detail of Eunbi’s masked expression as she grips the sheets, her fingers digging into the fabric.

As the pace intensifies, the tension in the room builds to a breaking point, and you feel the inevitable wave of pleasure about to spill over. Eunbi is panting, her moans turning into excited whispers. Your free hand grips her ass cheek tightly, keeping her open, and her tight asshole wraps around your cock like a hot trap. You know you’re close to the end, and the thought of it only increases the urgency.

"You... are going to take it all, aren't you?" The question comes out almost like a command, her voice hoarse with pleasure. The camera, forgotten for a second, shakes slightly in her hand, but it's still capturing everything.

"Yes, yes!!" she gasps, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, something the camera unfortunately doesn't capture. "I'm going to take it all! I want... I want you to fill my ass, please! ‘Cause I'm your good girl... your favorite stepsister."

Every word, spoken in that sweet, lustful voice, only makes you harder, closer to climax. You grip her hips and thrust hard, each thrust sinking deeper, every inch of your cock being devoured by that unbearable tightness.

"You like your brother's cock, don't you?" Her voice is deep now, full of the energy of someone who knows she's in control. "Tell me. Tell me what you want!"

“I... I love it!!,” she moans, her voice cracking with pleasure, as if she were about to come undone right there. “I want you to cum inside... please, make me yours, for real... Cum inside your sister!”

And that’s what pushes you over the edge.

With one last thrust, you sink your cock all the way in, feeling her body tremble with the impact. The heat begins to spread inside her, the cum spurting with an almost unbearable intensity, filling the tight little asshole of the “little stepsister” who is moaning in pleasure beneath you.

“Mmm... Fuck! Do you feel it, baby?” you tease, thrusting hard as the last hot spurt of cum floods her. “This is what you wanted, right? To be a good girl for your brother.”

She lets out a long moan, her shoulders shaking, her legs weak with pleasure. “Yes, baby… Mmm, I'm feeling all your cum deep inside me!”

You stay inside her for a few more seconds, feeling the heat of her body and the involuntary squeeze of her ass around your cock. Eunbi takes a deep breath, her moans now fading, but the satisfied smile still on her face.

"You made me feel so special," she murmurs, still in the role. "Now I'm your favorite little girl, right? Because I'm the only one who gets your cum."

You pant, lost in pleasure, your eyes closed as you answer: "It's always been you, baby... always you."

You're still breathing heavily, like you just ran a marathon, but your mind has already switched into content production mode — the ship had already sunk, so might as well make this worth something.

With the camera still in hand, you lean in for a better shot.

“Alright, show me the result,” you say bluntly, pointing the camera at the target.

Eunbi moves slowly, resting her elbows on the mattress, her legs still trembling a bit, and with a satisfied smile on her face, she spreads her cheeks with her hands, fully opening the angle for the lens.

“Is this good?” she asks with that fake sweetness you now recognize as part of the performance, but it still works anyway.

“Perfect,” you reply, adjusting the focus, the lens capturing every detail. She spreads her ass slightly, and the cum inside slowly drips out, a bright white line lazily descending, as if it knows it's the star of the show.

“Now look at the camera, baby,” you ask, while she turns her head back, her masked eyes meeting the lens with that look of pure satisfaction. “Tell them what just happened.”

Eunbi, without hesitation, slips into the sweet and innocent tone of her role, “Look what he did to me... filled my little ass with cum.” She giggles, and it's genuine, mixed with that post-climax thrill. “I guess you really like me, huh, bro?”

“Of course I do,” you say, more as part of the act than anything else.

But deep down, there’s something there that isn’t just performance.

“Now rub it a little,” you ask. Eunbi giggles, and you help her, pulling one of her cheeks while she starts rubbing a finger around the entrance, mixing your semen with her juice.

“See that, bro?” she asks with an adorable giggle, “Now I’m all dirty because of you!”

The camera focuses on the scene as you let out a tired but satisfied moan. “I can see that, princess. You got really messy.”

She keeps playing with her fingers, spreading the remnants of your load provocatively, knowing exactly how to play to the lens. “And now, what are you gonna do to me? You left my little ass all wrecked, it’s burning a lot…”

You pretend to think, but the answer is obvious. “Well, I guess now I need to take care of you, don’t I?”

“With love?” she asks, voice full of tenderness.

“With a lot of love,” you reply.

The camera finally shuts off with that classic final beep, like it’s exhausted too. You let out a sigh, while Eunbi, still catching her breath, stands up and removes the mask.

"Yeah, game over," you say, placing the camera on the desk. The vibe shifts instantly. The heavy air from the scene disappears, and the apartment feels normal again, like it had been put in studio mode for a brief moment.

Eunbi stretches her arms like she’s just woken up from a nap, then extends a hand toward you. You high-five, like two classmates finishing a school project instead of… well, what you just did.

“We did good,” she says with a tired but satisfied smile. “Teamwork was solid.”

“Yeah, it was,” you respond, still trying to process it all. “You okay? I mean... because of, you know...”

She laughs, shaking her head. “The anal? Oh, I should have used the fucking lube. But I’m fine. It stings a little, but it'll pass," she explains, as if she’s talking about a mild sunburn.

You’re not sure if you should feel relieved or admire how casually she handles it. Before you can overthink it, Eunbi suddenly turns and hugs you. The warmth of her body against yours is almost comforting, even with sweat still drying on your skin. “Seriously, thanks for doing this with me,” she murmurs, her voice soft, almost vulnerable.

You stand there, a bit awkward, but aware that this moment matters. “It was kinda… weird, right?”

She pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, chuckling lightly. “Weird? Of course it was weird. But, like, in a funny way. It was a little bizarre at first, but then it was just… getting into character. In the end, we just… made it work.” She shrugs, and the gesture is so typical of her—practical, lighthearted, never taking things too seriously.

“Next time,” she says, pulling off her tight baby tee, “I’ll pick something less... out of the comfort zone.”

She laughs and casually grabs her panties and skirt from the floor.

You watch as she straightens up and walks toward the bedroom door, already slipping back into her natural self, as if the scene had just been a quick detour from routine.

“Wanna shower with me?” she asks, with no malice, just a simple invitation after a particularly exhausting marathon.

You hesitate, a second that feels like forever. The temptation to give in once more is strong. It’d be so easy to say 'yes,' to go with the flow. But you shake your head, declining. "I'll go later... I need to make the bed."

She raises an eyebrow, surprised by the refusal, but doesn’t push. “Alright,” she says with an easy smile, already heading for the shower. But before she crosses the door, she turns, like she’s about to say something important. You even brace yourself, expecting some post-scene revelation, some deep reflection.

“Feel like pizza tonight?” she asks, with not a trace of tension or seriousness.

“Yeah… I guess,” you reply vaguely, still trying to keep up with how quickly she shifts gears.

And then it’s just you and the messy bed. The camera’s still there, the sheets that need fixing, but what really needs fixing is your head. You wish you hadn’t agreed to film. Hadn’t let her hands on your skin convince you again. But how do you resist Eunbi when, with that smile and a promise, she makes everything seem like one big fun game, a fantasy that’s too easy to fall into?

Except while she can turn off the character with a snap and get back to her practical life, you’re stuck. Because it’s not the role that’s messing with your head, it’s what’s behind it. It’s what you feel for her, something you know shouldn’t exist and that Eunbi clearly doesn’t share. To her, it’s work, pleasure, about views and clicks. And sure, who would turn down being the lucky partner in a porn video with Eunbi?

But at the end of the day, is that all you are? You sigh, trying to focus on fixing the bed, while inside, the knot tightens.

—

It’s a cloudy morning, with that fine misty rain that barely gets you wet but can soak you through if you stand still for two minutes. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, tying the laces on your running shoes. Running is something you used to do every day, a habit you let go of for some reason that now escapes you. But today is different. You’ve decided to start running again because, as always, it helps organize the mental chaos that has become your life lately.

As you pass through the hallway, Eunbi’s bedroom door is half-open. You think about closing it to keep the warmth in, but a glow from inside stops you. It’s the light from her laptop. You hesitate, but of course, your curiosity wins. You peek in as casually as possible, and there she is: Eunbi, sleeping in a way that’s both adorable and awkward, with the laptop still on beside her, like it fell asleep with her, exhausted from hours of work. Or from whatever she spent the night editing.

You can’t help it. In fact, it’s impossible to resist. Seeing her sleep so peacefully stirs something in you, only making the mess in your head worse. Why does she have to be so… Eunbi? You walk over, switch off the laptop that’s still open on the OnlyFans homepage, with the notification icon showing +99 interactions. You close the lid carefully and place it on the desk. Then, you adjust the blankets that are haphazardly draped over her.

She stirs a bit but doesn’t wake up.

—

You start running in the park, with that light rain and cold wind cutting across your face—the kind of weather the meteorologists would call 'uncomfortable,' but you would call 'perfect for clearing your head.' Each step on the wet pavement echoes in your ears. With every breath, your chest tightens, not just from the cold, but because the only thing more intense than the physical effort is the whirlwind of thoughts now screaming in your mind.

Eunbi. Always her. Like a beautiful shadow you can’t shake. The images from last night, the mask, the dirty talk, the way she always seems to know exactly how to melt any resistance you try to build up. You almost laugh, bitterly, realizing just how pathetic it is to be stuck in this cycle.

Fuck, the truth is you’ve been hopelessly in love with her for a while now. Of course, you have, but the problem isn’t knowing it—it’s figuring out what to do about it. You’re running, trying to escape the reality that no matter how much you love Eunbi, she seems to be in a completely different universe. A universe where she can suggest absurd things, like some ridiculous roleplay or a threesome, while you, the idiot, are more worried about the color of the blanket you adjusted for her earlier.

Sweat drips down your forehead, mixing with the rain. You pick up the pace, trying to turn this confusion into clarity. You can’t keep living on this emotional rollercoaster. Every time she involves you, you convince yourself it’s just your body being used as a tool, just another role to play to help her grow in this obscure niche.

But with every touch, every smile, your mind whispers: What if it’s not?

What if, somehow, she’s just as lost in this as you are?

Maybe if you finally tell her how you feel, the pieces will fall into place. She could leave this life of videos, masks, and scripts behind. It would be a release for both of you. And then, you could have something normal. A real relationship. One that doesn’t involve cameras and personas. The idea starts to take shape, becoming clearer with every mile you run. You love Eunbi. Simple. And you need to tell her. Simple as that.

Well, in theory.

The park is empty, except for a few brave souls who also thought running in the cold was a fantastic idea. You run one more lap, your body asking for rest, but your mind now buzzing with purpose. When you get back to the apartment, you’ll tell her. Direct and honest.

Then your phone vibrates. You slow down, your shoes hitting the wet ground more softly as you pull out your phone. A message. It’s from your friend. I think it worked, he writes. Your heart races in a different way this time. HR liked her profile. I think they’re gonna make an offer, man. Stay tuned. You almost slip on the path, coming to a sudden stop.

What worked? Oh, right. The plan.

The plan you secretly put together.

The job opening at the company where your friend works, in the marketing department.

The one where you secretly submitted Eunbi’s LinkedIn profile, trying to give her a chance to get out of this crazy content creator life.

Looks like the damn universe is finally working in your favor.

You find yourself smiling like an idiot.

‘It worked.’

She could have a normal life, away from the cameras, and you could start fresh together.

You barely even feel the fatigue anymore.

Now there’s only one thing left: the conversation with Eunbi.

Because, of course, confessing your feelings to a woman you see every day, who sleeps in the room next to yours, with whom you’ve been through situations that would challenge any definition of ‘strange,’ should be easy, right?

You take a deep breath.

No, it won’t be easy.

But it’ll be worth it.

—

Eunbi is in the kitchen, still looking half-asleep as she holds a cup of coffee. The dim light from the cloudy morning mixes with the cold glow of her phone screen, which she scrolls through lazily with her thumb. The coffee—a blend of ‘I need to wake up’ and’ 'I’m not sure this will help’—warms her hands, but her mind is far from awake. Her reflection on social media, though, is wide awake.

With an automatic gesture, she opens the comment tab on the latest video. It’s the new roleplay video you and she recorded the day before. The video had already racked up an impressive number of views. She sighs, taking a sip as she reads through the comments. It’s the usual mix of praise, teasing, and, of course, the kind of absurdity only the internet can provide.

"Little sis, you drove me crazy today!"

Eunbi lets out a muffled laugh. "Little sis" was probably the mildest term she came across in that sea of comments.

She quickly types a reply:

"Careful, or 'big brother' will get you too! 😘"

"I wish I were your blood brother, damn, just to make it all wrong!! I'd sneak into your room every night after our parents were asleep so we could 'play' together 😈"

Who knew people could take a weird fantasy and make it even more bizarre and unsettling?

"You need therapy, darling, but thanks for the love 🙂"

"The way you bit your lip... it made me... lose my mind."

Ah yes, the detail-oriented observers. They're always around.

"Glad I could help!!"

And then comes the classic:

"Step on me more, mommy!!!"

This time, she laughed out loud. What kind of twisted logic was this?

'Mommy' in a little sister video?

"Sweetie, pick a fantasy. I can't be your little sis AND your mommy at the same time 😅"

"Just show your face already, everyone knows you're hot"

She paused for a second. That comment felt like a jab somewhere inside her. Her face was the last piece she kept hidden, the final wall of protection between Eunbi and the world she had chosen to explore.

She took another sip of coffee as the comments kept popping up on the screen. The amount of absurdity was always a surprise, even for her. But the show had to go on, and responding was an important part of ‘engagement’.

Ah, the wonderful engagement.

"You’re my muse. One day, I’ll marry you!"

She rolled her eyes but kept a polite tone in her reply:

"Glad to inspire... but let’s start with something simpler, like not marrying strangers from the internet.

Kisses 😘"

Next comment.

"I'd give anything to be that tight top on your massive tits 😊"

Eunbi nearly dropped her phone from laughing so hard. What kind of fetish was this now? She took a deep breath before typing:

"Well, it’s actually a baby tee, but I guess clothes live too dull a life for anyone to want to be one. But who am I to judge your dreams?"

Another one popped up right after.

"Hey sis, how about teaching me in person? I’ve got so much to learn... 😏"

Ah, the ever-eager students. She rolled her eyes again, smiling slightly.

"You can learn a lot on your own with a good imagination!"

"You should make a video stepping on Legos barefoot. I bet that would be amazing!!!"

What? Where did these people come from? She bit her lip, trying to hold back laughter as she typed her reply:

"I try to keep my videos at an entertainment level, not torture 🥰 But I appreciate the creativity!"

"It’s obvious you only do this because you love being a slut, I can see it in your expression, even with the mask 🔥 I’m already your number one fan."

Her smile faltered a little. A mix of praise and silent invasion that left her with a mild discomfort.

"Glad you enjoyed the content! Loving what I do is essential. But don’t get too carried away, alright?"

She gave one last glance at the rising view and like counts, but the comments started to lose their charm.

And that’s when the ping of a LinkedIn notification appeared at the top of the screen. An app she had basically forgotten she had installed since the last time she used it was to block an annoying old guy who was pestering her.

She reads the message:

Subject: Job Opportunity - Marketing Department.

Dear Kwon Eunbi,

We are pleased to inform you that your profile has caught the attention of our Marketing Department. After a brief review, we would like to invite you to participate in the selection process for the position of Marketing Analyst.

Responsibilities:

- Development of communication and digital marketing strategies;

- Analysis of KPIs and market trends;

- Collaboration with creative teams and planning advertising campaigns;

Requirements:

- Bachelor’s degree in Marketing or related fields;

- Previous experience managing digital campaigns;

Benefits:

- Competitive salary;

- Health and dental plan;

- Flexibility for hybrid work (remote);

We look forward to your response to schedule an interview.

She almost spits out her coffee.

What the hell is this?!

For a second, everything seemed to make sense, as if the universe was aligning the stars to give her a 'respectable' way out.

But only for a second.

In truth, it felt like the damn universe was conspiring against her.

The thought of waking up early every day, dressing like an executive, sitting in a cubicle, and smiling at people she probably couldn’t stand while doing mechanical tasks...

“No, no, no. No way,” she says aloud in the empty apartment as anxiety starts to tighten around her. And the strangest part is that she feels... bad. Bad for not wanting it. Bad for thinking she should want it.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her mind. Maybe she should, right? Maybe being ‘normal’ would be easier. Maybe this whole video thing is just a phase. She looks at her coffee, as if it held the answers, but it only reflected her face back at her. She gulps the rest down, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.

On the one hand, the college-era Eunbi would’ve jumped for joy at this message. A great job in her field, something ‘respectable’ career-wise; it doesn’t get much better than that.

Well, to be fair, it wasn’t exactly her big dream, but who, after all, dreams of spreadsheets and endless emails? But now, the idea of a normal life, with bosses, deadlines, and white collars, suffocates her more than any corset in a photoshoot. She’s thinking about how good it felt to leave all that behind, how much she loved the freedom she had now.

Sure, she graduated, but that’s not what she wants.

Not anymore.

But

On the other hand, something inside her hesitated to accept that she didn’t want this opportunity. It was like there was a younger version of her somewhere, screaming in panic: "You can’t be serious, right? Turning down a job like that to... keep being a virtual slut? You’re definitely not me..." And that little voice it's annoying because it hit on an uncomfortable truth. She had, at some point, carved out a different path. A temporary one. And now, this path it's leading her into the unknown, and this offer it's like a way back to her old life.

Monotonous, but dignified.

Difficult, but without exposure.

The safe choice or the leap into the abyss.

College-era Eunbi would say being stuck in an absurd dilemma like this was insane. But the Eunbi of today knows that 'conventional' career isn’t for her.

"This is my life now," she murmurs to herself. Creating adult content wasn’t just a choice; it was her choice. And not only is she going to keep doing it — she’s going all in!

Showing her face.

Now that would be a bold move.

No more masks.

The real Eunbi for the world.

She only has one small obstacle ahead: you. She needs to tell you. Explain how things were about to change. Show you that, even though she once said this was temporary, she’s rediscovered herself and finally found something she’s good at and willing to put her effort into.

She sighs and thinks about the conversation she’ll have. Knowing you, it’s going to be a tough one. You’ll definitely want to argue, try to convince her to take the more traditional route, thinking you’re protecting her. But it’s her life, her body, her decisions.

And if she’s going all in, she has to start by being honest.

When you get back, she’ll lay it all out. In the meantime, she stretches, still feeling the weight of the job offer, and tries to imagine the look on your face when she explains her plans.

—

You come back from the run looking like a drowned rat, which, considering the weather outside, is a reasonably accurate description. Your shoes make that annoying sponge sound as you walk across the room, and Eunbi is there, sitting on the couch, sipping coffee like she’s contemplating the meaning of life—or more realistically, deciding what her next big revelation of the morning is going to be.

“Good morning,” you mutter, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Good morning...” she replies. You look away as if you have something really important to do—like grab a towel.

The bathroom is a good place to rehearse difficult conversations, so you do that while you dry off, but the words still sound wrong in your head. It’s not like there’s a manual on how to confess to your best friend that you’re in love with her after you’ve filmed sex videos together.

It would be helpful if there was.

After grabbing a coffee and taking a sip, bracing yourself for the bomb you’re about to drop, you walk back to the living room. Eunbi is still there, but now you’re looking at each other like two actors who know the big scene is coming, but neither wants to be the first to step on stage.

“We need to talk,” you both say at the same time, which would be funny if it weren’t an absolutely terrible moment for comedy.

“You first,” you say, trying to sound generous.

“No… you, please,” she insists.

“Okay,” you sigh, sitting down on the couch, already feeling the weight of what’s about to happen. The words gather in your throat, like a rescue team about to jump out of a helicopter. “Look, what I’m about to say isn’t easy. In fact, it’s pretty hard. And it could... well, it could change our friendship. Maybe forever.”

Eunbi nods, encouraging you, though her expression clearly says, ‘I know this is big, but I’m going to pretend I’m calm.’

“I love you,” you finally say, the words coming out stronger than you expected. “And no, it’s not just a friend thing. I’m in love with you, and I’ve been feeling this for a while. Since... since we started filming together, actually. Every time we did a scene, something inside me got more confused, like the fake sex was revealing real feelings.”

Eunbi looks at you, surprised, but she doesn’t interrupt, so you keep going. “I thought it was temporary, something that would go away over time, but it only got stronger. And honestly, I can’t keep going like this, pretending nothing’s changed, because it has. I’m in love with you, for real. I want to be with you. Not just filming together, but... living with you, as a couple. I want us to be real.”

You take a deep breath, feeling some of the tension release from your chest, but vulnerability quickly takes its place. Eunbi looks at you, her eyes slightly teary, and then, before anything else, she says, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” you repeat, confused.

“For making you film all of this with me. I didn’t know what you were going through. I had no idea it was hurting you inside. If I’d known...” She pauses, trying to find the right words, but they seem as hard for her as they were for you. “I would’ve stopped.”

You shake your head, almost laughing, but not in a happy way. “No, you don’t have to apologize. What matters is now, and now is that... I’m being honest. I love you.”

She smiles, that smile you know so well, but now it seems different, softer, more... meaningful. “I like you too. A lot. And I’m not just saying that because you confessed. It’s weird, you know? I’ve been in relationships before, but it was never like this. We have this... bond, this connection I’ve never had with anyone. And I think, actually, I’ve always felt something for you, I just didn’t know exactly what it was. Now I do.”

She pauses, wiping away a solitary tear that escaped despite her efforts. “I want this too. I want to be with you. For real. I can’t imagine being with anyone else. We’ve spent so much time together, it... feels right. It feels like it’s how it’s supposed to be.”

You feel your heart leap in your chest. It’s surreal, all of this.

“So...?”

“So... I guess we’re together,” she says, still smiling, and this time you feel like the smile is for you, and only you.

“Finally,” you say, half-joking, but it’s an undeniable truth.

Still in the high of the magical moment, your heart beating faster than usual for all the right reasons, you decide now is the perfect moment to drop your second bomb.

“Oh, there’s one more thing,” you say, smiling like someone who just found a lost bill in their coat pocket. “Great news, actually. My friend messaged me. The company where he works loved your profile!! You might be getting a job offer soon!”

You wait for a scream of happiness, a tight hug, or even an improvised celebratory dance, but none of that happens. Eunbi doesn’t react the way you imagined. In fact, she seems to have frozen in place, as if someone hit the pause button on real life.

“So it was you?” she asks, her voice suddenly cold.

“Me?” you repeat, having no idea where this is coming from. “Me what?”

She sighs, like someone on the verge of losing their patience. “I got a job offer on LinkedIn.”

You blink, absorbing the information, and then smile widely. “Oh, so it worked! That’s great! I mean, now you have a chance to get out of this life... right?” But Eunbi’s expression, far from joyful, is one of... anger? Something between irritation and deep disappointment starts to form in her eyes.

“Why the hell did you do that?” she asks, her tone more like a police interrogation than a simple question.

You’re stunned, you feel like you’ve just been slapped in the face. “What? I was trying to help. I just wanted what’s best for you!”

“I didn’t ask for your help,” she fires back, her tone growing harsher, like someone who’s been holding something in for a long time and finally let it out.

The ground starts to shift beneath your feet, the romantic and peaceful moment now turning into an unexpected storm. “Drop the pride, Eunbi,” you say, trying to maintain control of the situation. “This is your chance to get out of this life. You don’t have to keep doing... you know, what you’re doing now. And now that we’re on the same page, that you feel something for me too, we can be a real couple. Isn’t that what you want?”

She looks at you for a long, silent moment, as if she’s trying to decide if you’re really as clueless as you seem or if you’re just pretending not to understand what’s happening.

“This has nothing to do with pride,” she says, finally, with a calm that’s more frightening than any scream. “That job offer... it made me feel like crap! It made me rethink everything. Who I am, what I want... And you just... don’t get it.”

You really don’t get it.

Of all the scenarios that ran through your head, this one didn’t even come close to showing up. “I don’t understand. You wanted a stable job in your field, didn’t you?”

She shakes her head, exasperated. “I thought I did. I mean, that was the initial plan when I got fired from my last job. But... I can’t. I don’t want to... What I’m trying to tell you is that I’m not going to take that job.”

The silence that follows is so heavy you can almost hear the sound of raindrops hitting the window.

“So, what are you going to do?” you ask, your voice quieter than you expected.

Eunbi looks you in the eye, and suddenly, the full weight of what she’s about to say appears in her expression. “I’m going to keep doing what I do. I’m going to be an adult content creator, but this time, I’m going all in. No more anonymity. I’m going to show my face. That’s what I’ve decided. This is going to be my life now.”

It’s at that moment that your brain, which had been busy processing the joy of the love confession, just stops working.

This wasn’t in the script.

She was supposed to be happy about the job, you were supposed to be celebrating and planning a future as a normal couple.

Not this...

“You... you want to keep doing this?” you ask, incredulity leaking into every word.

She looks at you with a mix of sadness and determination. “Yes. I want to keep doing it. I want people to see me. I want to keep doing what I do. I love it. And if you’re going to be with me, you’re going to have to accept all of that too.”

The words echo in the room. You stand there, looking at her, trying to fit the pieces of this emotional puzzle that, until seconds ago, was a beautiful, simple picture of a future together. Now, it feels more like one of those abstract paintings people pretend to understand.

She takes a deep breath, and you can tell that the emotion is about to overflow. "Look... I really love you. Truly. And if you want, I'll be the happiest woman in the world by your side. But—" she pauses, the word hanging in the air like a sword about to fall, "if you want to be with me, you’re going to have to accept this Eunbi. The Eunbi you see now, who does what she does. And the weight that comes with it."

Silence. You hear your heart pounding in your chest, so loud it's a wonder Eunbi can't hear it too. The world feels like it’s moving in slow motion, the time between blinks stretching out as if the master of time himself is waiting to see what you’ll say. But what can you say? You’re still processing everything. The confession, the proposal, the fact that she wants to continue in this career—and wants you to be a part of it.

"You... you want to... keep going?" The question comes out hesitantly. You can hardly believe you're asking it. The shock is a physical thing, sitting between you like a third person in the room.

Eunbi, her eyes already shining with tears she’s trying so hard to hold back, nods. "Yes. I want to keep going. I want people to see me. I want to keep doing what I do. I love it. And if you’re going to be with me, you’ll have to accept all of that too."

The tears finally fall, one after the other, as if gravity had won the battle she was trying to fight. You watch, unsure if what you’re feeling is fear, sadness, or some strange sense of relief.

Maybe all of it at once.

She continues, her voice now shaky but still steady. “You can think it over, if you want. This is serious. Our parents are going to find out sooner or later. You know the kind of exposure we’ll face... that I’ll face. And if you’re with me, we’ll be facing that together.”

Eunbi looks directly at you, the intensity in her eyes almost painful. “You warned me about this before. You’ve always worried about me. But if you stay with me now, there’s no going back. People we know might find out, they might see. Are you really willing to risk everything because of me?”

Another pause. This time, it’s not dramatic. It’s just a simple pause, where your mind, suddenly overwhelmed by all these emotions, finds a small space of clarity.

And in that space, the decision that seemed so complicated just moments ago suddenly makes sense.

“Yes,” you say, the word leaving your mouth with a calmness that surprises even you. Eunbi’s eyes widen, as if she isn’t sure she heard you right.

“I accept,” you continue, firmly. "I accept you as you are. If this is what you want to do with your life, then that’s fine by me. I’ll be by your side, no matter what."

She stands there, looking at you like you're some kind of alien that just landed on Earth. And then the tears she was holding back finally fall. But this time, they aren’t tears of sadness or anger. They’re something completely different. Relief, maybe. Or raw happiness, the kind you rarely see.

“Are you sure?” she asks, between sobs. "I... I mean, this won’t be easy! You can think about it more. You can really consider what you’re accepting, what it’s going to mean for you, for us."

You give her that half-smile, the one you know always made her feel safe. "Eunbi," you say, calmly, "I’ve already thought about it. I accept the risk, the exposure. I accept you... As long as I’m with you, it’s all okay."

And with that, she falls apart. Not in a sad or uncontrolled way, but in a beautiful, genuine way. She starts crying, but they’re tears of gratitude, of love, of everything she’s held inside for so long.

You step closer and wrap your arms around her, as if trying to protect her from the whole world. She cries into your chest, her words lost between sobs. You kiss the top of her head, taking in the familiar scent of the shampoo she always uses.

"I love you so much," she says through her tears, her voice muffled against you.

"I love you too," you reply, with a sincerity that fills her up from the inside. “We’re in this together.”

And then, there, in the midst of tears, hugs, and confessions, the world seems to align again. The mess it was before starts to make sense.

Okay, maybe it’s not a fairy tale, but who needs a fairy tale ending when you can have something this real, this alive, this raw, this imperfect and yet, somehow, so absolutely perfect?

And for the first time in a long while, you feel like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

With her.

—

[Rubydden] Three minutes ago

This month, we’re going to skyrocket the quality of our content!!

And to kick things off: FACE REVEAL!!🔥🥳

[naburi]

MASTERLIST

SERIES

You saw us, didn’t you? - Twice Sana & Mina

You saw us, didn’t you? Part 2 - Twice Sana, Mina & Momo

Open the door, You cheater! - Itzy Yuna

Open the door, You cheater! Part 2 - Kwon Eunbi

ONE SHOT

Graveyard shift - Twice Chaeyoung

Don’t leave us, I’m scared - Blackpink Jennie & Rośe

Let’s clean up - Aespa Karina

Do you think I’m pretty? - Twice Momo

It’s okay, You can look - Twice Nayeon

I’ll do anything, Just don’t tell him - Twice Jihyo

Will you avail me again? - Twice Dahyun

I know I still love you - Ive Wonyoung

Hot or not - Cignature Jeewon

Have you done it before? - Le Sserafim Yunjin

Let’s get a room - New Jeans Minji

We can do threesome - Twice Jihyo

All of us are not dead - Itzy Yeji & Chaeryeong

Got you! - Le Sserafim Chaewon

Please don’t rip my dress - Gidle Miyeon

Freaky Friday - Jeon Somi & Twice Chaeyoung

Jingle bells, Jingle all the way - Natty & Eunbi

My teammate’s daughter - Twice Sana

Captain’s prostitute - Le Sserafim Yunjin

Are you asleep? - Twice Sana

Big shoes to fill - Aespa Karina

Barbie - Twice Nayeon

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Mina's Profile

Birth Name: Kwon Min A

Stage Name: Mina

Positions: Lead Rapper, Vocalist, Bassist

Birthday: September 21, 1993

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Height: 158.5 (5'1")

Weight: 50 kg (110 lbs)

Blood Type: AB

Facts:

She was a famous ulzzang

Her family was very supportive of her following her dreams, so they moved from Busan to Seoul in order to increase the possibility of her becoming a singer

She can play the bass

She loves eating, her favorite foods are chicken or pizza

Mina is in charge of the laundry in the dorm

Her favorite artist is the Japanese band Mr. Children

She and VENUS Dakyung were born on the same day