Sugar On My Tongue

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There was nothing better than returning home.

And of course, there was nothing better than returning home feeling like the king of the world.

You stepped off the plane around 9:30 in the morning, under a gray sky dotted with clouds through which the light of the opaque sun filtered. It was cold, as expected at that time of year when spring was just approaching; around 8 degrees. Nothing you weren’t used to, and nothing that the trench coat you were wearing wouldn’t cover.

The driver Prada had assigned you was scheduled to arrive at 10, so you had to wait inside the airport, waiting for people who approached you to ask for photos or simply to say hello. It was something you’d already resigned yourself to, something you’d been forced to accept would happen more and more frequently, but it was the first time you truly realized the magnitude of what you were starting to deal with, with a new person approaching you practically every minute.

When it was time to leave, you felt a surge of relief, not because people bothered you, but because of the anxiety you’d felt experiencing such a situation for the first time. You knew it wouldn’t happen again, but it still wasn’t pleasant. A small hint of imposter syndrome, perhaps? It was possible. After all, you were still struggling to process everything you’d accomplished and the way you’d done it. Either way, you were starting to realize that your life would never be the same again. Not for a while.

As you left the airport, you identified the car they’d sent you by its license plate. A black Audi with tinted windows. You didn’t know the exact model, but it was probably an A7 or an A8. The driver got out to help you with your bags, and then you climbed into the back seat.

After a brief confirmation of credentials, he headed for the Palazzo Parigi, the same hotel where a year ago you and Hanni had… well, you didn’t want to think too much about it. Still, as you were driven through the streets of your beloved Milan, you couldn’t help but think about that girl and everything you’d promised you’d show her someday. Promises that had been in vain. Maybe she’d already forgotten them.

You missed her. The void she’d left in you had already been more than filled, but that wasn’t what you missed about her; it was more like… hell, you didn’t even know, what the fuck did you miss about her? What were you thinking?

You forced her out of your thoughts, putting on your headphones and blasting some Meshuggah to clear your head. Ten minutes later, you arrived at the hotel, that beautiful marble palace where you’d be staying for the three days covered by Prada’s invitation.

In the lobby, Natalia, the woman who would be your assistant/manager for the three days, was already waiting for you. She handed you a black leather folder containing your VIP accreditation, itineraries, access information, and an invitation to the after-party. You spent a moment together in the hotel cafeteria to review everything, and after a couple of espressos and a light breakfast, you signed everything she had you read, free to go to your room.

Prada had initially offered to give you a room, but after a series of conversations and negotiations, you were given the hotel’s terrace suite. The advantages of being Italian and also being your own boss, basically. You didn’t have to rely on someone to negotiate for you and worry about incurring too many expenses.

The suite welcomed you with a cold draft coming from two open glass doors: one on the left, next to the double bed, and another on the right, next to the small sofa on the other side of the room. In between them, a wall with a dresser and a television on top. You left your backpack and briefcase on the bed, and left your suitcases lying on the floor around it.

In front of the dresser with the television there was a glass table with two chairs on either side. On it, a white lamp, an open encyclopedia of Italian history, and a small circular glass tray with a big box of chocolates decorated with a daisy and a Prada card dedicated to you.

After taking a couple of photos of the Prada gift and uploading a few stories to Instagram, you took off your trench coat, rolled up your sweater to your forearms, and slightly loosened the tie you wore at the neck of your white shirt underneath. Then you went to the terrace and let the cold bite your skin while you admired the cloudy Milan skyline.

Leaning against the railing, you took your cigarette case out of your back pocket and lit one, finally allowing yourself to check your private messages. First, you checked Wony’s chat, then Rina’s.

You also had messages from more of your friends. Sohyun had left you the morning photo of your cats, as well as a short voice note update about her situation with Xinyu. Sullyoon and Isa had also checked in on you, as they always did. Aside from them, there were unanswered messages from Jiheon, Yujin, Haewon, Sunwoo, Hayoung, and Mingi.

By the time you answered all the messages, you’d already finished your cigarette, which you put out and left in the ashtray on the small circular table on the terrace before going inside, grabbing your Bluetooth speaker, and going to the bathroom to take a long shower.

About half an hour later, after getting out of the shower and putting on comfortable clothes, you went straight to bed and slept for about four hours. When you woke up, the first thing you did was order lunch, eat it, and then call Wony, with whom you talked for a couple of hours before she went to sleep.

Natalia paid you a brief visit just a few minutes later to review your itinerary for tomorrow. She emphasized how important punctuality was for the brand and recommended that you not make plans until late in the afternoon so you’d be rested and sober. This somewhat put a damper on your plans to go out for drinks, but since you didn’t want to cause anyone any trouble, you were understanding and gave her your word.

When Natalia left around 9 pm, you went live on Instagram and spent another hour talking to your followers about everything you had planned for the weeks you’d be there in Milan. By the end it was already 10 am, so you hurried to order something, get dinner, and go straight to bed.

The next morning Natalia was in charge of waking you up promptly at 7:00 a.m., making you shower as quickly as possible so you could go have breakfast with her, talk to some journalists, and head to Prada’s headquarters at 8:30 a.m. to attend the fitting for tomorrow’s show.

By 9:00 a.m. you were already on Via Fogazzaro, in the historic former industrial space where the brand’s headquarters were located. You and Natalia quickly made your way to the central part, a large, multi-story building made of polished stone and filled with glass windows. Inside, staff members were already waiting to guide you.

Your gaze darted from side to side as you walked through the hallways toward your corresponding salon, sharing brief greetings with various models and also checking out those already in their salons. There were also people you didn’t know, of course, of various ethnicities and nationalities, but everyone was kind and friendly enough to give you at least a smile.

The journey was also the site of one of the most surreal moments of your life, as the Hunter Schafer herself not only recognized you—thankfully not because of your streaming work, she said she saw you in an ad—but also started following you on Instagram and let you know she’d be doing the fitting in the same salon as you. So she was your pleasant companion throughout the entire time.

Once in the fitting room, a team of stylists surrounded you and began taking your measurements to determine your exact size and make sure everything looked perfect. They knew your style and that you were more inclined toward loose, baggy clothing, so they showed you a tablet with different outfit suggestions for you. You ended up suggesting a combination of two: a wide-legged, high-necked black cotton coat that made you feel like Shino Aburame, silk pants that reached your calf, and Brixxen ankle boots. Additionally, since it was a winter collection, you chose some black wool gloves.

With tomorrow’s show outfit ready, all that was left was to choose something for the after-party, but you didn’t change much: instead of a coat, you opted for a closed black corduroy down jacket. Otherwise, the outfit was exactly the same.

Now it was time for the damn photoshoot for social media, magazines, and the Prada website. You were stuck there for at least an hour and a half, but everything ran smoothly, and you all loved the results. After that, you had nothing else to do for the moment, so while Natalia discussed some things with the staff, you explored, still wearing your show outfit.

The reason? You wanted to see if you could find her.

Rina hadn’t let you know anything, but you were sure she had to be there, somewhere. You searched every corner you could for it, straining your ears to hear any Korean. At one point you did, but it was only Byeon Wooseok and his team, which extended your search for a few more minutes.

You weren’t successful on the second floor either, and the third floor was closed to the public. You had to go back downstairs, disappointed and beginning to accept that she simply hadn’t arrived yet and that you’d have to leave before she did.

But when you walked past one of the open lounges before yours, you saw out of the corner of your eye a small, pale, long-haired figure. You turned so fast you almost broke your neck. At the far end of the spacious room, she stood there, her hair extensions and pretty dress being fitted by her team.

You walked in and stood against the wall, just watching so as not to interfere with their work. However, you avoided staring so as not to look weird, occasionally checking your phone or chatting with other models or stylists. Natalia was probably looking for you, but you’d make her wait a little longer.

A few minutes passed when Rina was finally ready, and you looked up to stare at her. She must have felt your gaze, because as she walked toward a hairdresser, she looked around until she met your eyes. You smiled, and she smiled back. But the clumsy girl tripped over a dryer cord and almost fell to the floor.

“Mother of God,” you muttered to yourself, trying not to laugh. You walked slowly toward her.

“Ah… you didn’t see anything,” Rina laughed nervously as you approached. “You didn’t see anything, did you?”

“Nothing at all,” you shook your head, standing in front of her.

Rina remained silent as she looked up at you with a cute twinkle in her eyes, playing with her hands on her stomach. She bit her lower lip a little.

“Can I… hug you?” She asked, self-conscious about being surrounded by so many people.

You just opened your arms, and Rina slipped between them to snuggle up to you, hugging your neck. It wasn’t the kind of hug you were expecting right there, but you didn’t complain. Instead, you wrapped your arms around her and pulled her against you, earning a few annoyed glances from her manager.

“Did I make you nervous or something?” you asked in her ear, absorbing some of the sweet scent of her hair.

“Hey! I thought you didn’t see anything,” Rina whined, poking you in the chest.

“Sorry,” you laughed. “I didn’t mean to almost make you fall, jagiya.”

Rina pulled away from you and looked back into your eyes, her lips curved into a muted smile.

“Please don’t call me that here. It makes me want to kiss you,” she said. “ Jagiya.”

You dug your hands into your pants pockets and looked down, smiling and feeling a warmth rise in your cheeks. That girl always managed to get under your skin.

“You just arrived?” you asked, changing the subject. “I looked for you for like twenty minutes.”

“Oh yeah,” Rina nodded. “We were a little late due to logistical issues with the agency. And you? How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to realize how much your manager hates me.”

Rina brought her hand to her mouth and laughed, glancing quickly at her manager.

“Can you blame her?”

“No, not really,” you acknowledged, blowing the manager a peck to tease her. “I’ve done everything possible to earn her hatred. Although it’s partly your fault too.”

“Huh? And why mine?”

“Because you make her life miserable. She tells you: Jimin-ah! You can’t go see that guy! You’ll get in trouble!” you said, doing a perfect imitation that made Rina laugh. “And you make a beeline for me like a moth to a lamp.”

“Jimin-ah!” her manager called. “They’re looking for you for the photoshoot, come on!”

“See?”

Rina giggled and reached out a little to take two of your fingers, squeezing them a little and caressing them.

“How could I not make a beeline for you all the time when you’re so handsome, cute, thoughtful, and wonderful all the time?”

You took a deep breath, lost in how beautiful and sparkling her eyes looked that morning. On top of that, that dress looked so beautiful on her that you wanted to take out your phone and do your own photoshoot.

“Jimin-ah, I’m the one kissing you, I swear,” you exhaled softly, feeling the warmth beneath your cheeks.

“Come on, do it,” Rina challenged you. “You don’t dare peck me, do you?”

“No, not really. Especially not among so many people. At the after-party, maybe.”

“Jimin-ah!!” Rina’s manager called again, audibly irritated now. “Come on!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Rina protested, then looked you in the eye. “Is that a promise?”

“It is,” you offered her your pinky finger. Rina smiled and intertwined it with hers. “See you tomorrow, jagiya.”

“Bye, jagiya.”

Rina squeezed your hand, stood on her tiptoes, and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before running off to her manager. You watched her walk away, and after a few seconds, you turned on your heels to leave the salon.

Natalia was waiting for you in the hallway, and as expected, she gave you a good scolding for getting lost while she was looking for you. You just hung your head and accepted the blame, as there was no possible excuse you could come up with.

After that, she walked you back to the salon so you could change out of your morning attire and put on your casual clothes for the meeting with the digital marketing team, held in a conference room on the second floor.

As one of the few content creators who would be present at the show, your presence was crucial in discussing different possible approaches and strategies for social media. You were dying of nerves, but you still managed to make yourself understood every time they asked for your opinions. In the end, you all agreed that it was best to take a more honest and transparent approach, showing a behind-the-scenes process in which you would be the fucking host. Surreal.

The day ended around 3:30 p.m. with Natalia and you returning to Palazzo Parigi. Natalia told you your lunch would be sent to you shortly, so you went straight to your room to shower, dress, and wait. That afternoon, you ate on the terrace, and as usual, you called Wony while you did so.

The conversation was considerably longer that day, and it was practically a monologue on your part, in which you told her every detail of your day. Wony listened attentively, never bored by what you were saying and always delighted to see you so excited about something.

It was already getting dark when Wony’s bedtime came around.

“Oh, honey, I should go to sleep now,” Wony told you, lying in her bed. “I have to get up early tomorrow.”

“Ah, just like me,” you sighed, drumming your fingers on the table as you watched the sunset over the Milan skyline. “It’s okay, baby.”

“You’re really nervous, aren’t you?” Wony asked you after a few seconds, noticing how distressed you looked.

“Do I look that terrible?” you chuckled, looking at her.

“A little.”

You sighed and brought your hands to your face.

“I just don’t feel ready for all this. It’s a big leap, you know?”

“I know firsthand, yes,” Wony nodded. “But you’ll do fine, my sweet boy. If there’s one thing these months by your side have shown me, it’s that there’s no challenge you can’t handle, and believe me, no matter what happens, I’ll be the proudest of you. You can handle tomorrow’s show and much more, darling, so take that face off, will you?”

You took your hands off your face to look at her through the screen, feeling little hearts fluttering around your head.

“Thank you, my love,” you said from the bottom of your heart. “I don’t think I tell you enough how much I love you and how grateful I am to have you.”

Wony smiled and gave the camera a peck.

“You don’t have to, silly,” she said. “You show me every day. That’s worth more than words.”

“No matter, I love you, Vicky Jang. You’re one of the most beautiful things that’s ever happened to me, and I mean that very much.”

Wony looked at you silently for a moment and then pouted when her eyes got watery.

“Baby, you’re gonna make me cry,” she said, looking up to hold back her tears.

“No no no. Don’t cry, dear,” you laughed. “Sorry, sorry.”

“Oh gosh,” Wony fanned herself with her hand until her tears stopped running down her cheeks. “I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah yeah,” she sighed. “It’s just that…” she paused and took a heavy breath. “You make me so happy, darling. I can’t explain how wonderful you make me feel.”

“And a few months ago we almost killed ourselves in a hotel room. Life takes such twists and turns.”

Wony covered her mouth and burst out laughing.

“Yeah, right? I’ve never performed with such intense leg pain.”

“Well, we can do it again, that’s for sure.”

“The leg pain? Hmm,” Wony moved the camera down to focus on her long, bare legs and her panties under the loose shirt she was wearing to sleep. Then she returned the shot to her face. “We’ll find out about that in Paris. But I have to go right now, baby.”

You chuckled.

“You’re evil, you know that, don’t you?” you said, licking your lips.

“I know, with great honor,” Wony winked at you. “Get some rest, baby. I love you! Bye bye!”

“Bye dear, love you too,” you smiled, and hung up the call.

You then left the empty plates on the terrace and went back inside, trying to think of something else so as not to give in to the mental image of your girlfriend’s beautiful bare legs and panties. Instinctively, you went straight to wash your face and distract yourself with your laptop. But you quickly got a little bored.

That night it was gonna be impossible to see Rina despite being in the same hotel, since her manager didn’t trust her enough to return to sleep in her own room and be fresh for tomorrow’s show. More than justified, honestly; out of ten times you saw each other, eight times she didn’t come back the same night. All that meant you were forced to spend the night holed up in your room.

Or so you thought until t he Hunter Schafer sent you a DM on Instagram inviting you to her room for some pizza and drinks. You naturally accepted, your nerves on edge because you thought it would be just the two of you. Fortunately, a couple of her close friends and another model with whom you had shared a few words earlier were also in her room.

The night ended up being quite pleasant and calm. Hunter was a surprisingly fun and humble girl, and she was responsible enough to send you all to bed by midnight after drinking a bottle of vodka together, not much more to avoid getting drunk.

Being with her and her friends cleared your head a bit, but when you returned to your room, the full weight of the nerves and pressure fell back on your shoulders. You smoked a cigarette on the terrace to try to relieve it, but it didn’t seem to work, as you kept tapping your heel on the floor.

The final option was to go to bed, close your eyes, and remember what Wony had told you that afternoon, and only with that did you find some peace amidst all the white noise in your head.

When you finally managed to calm down, you got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash your face, brush your teeth, and finally go back to bed. It was incredibly hard to fall asleep, but after an hour of fighting, you managed to do it.

The nerves, with the big moment about to happen, returned the next morning.

You woke up at 6:30, wanting to stay rot in bed and doom scroll through social media without talking to anyone, but a call from Natalia around 7 made you return to your responsibilities.

That was probably the most important day of your life, both in the media and professionally, without a doubt, and the pressure of performing at the top of your game still made you feel like your shoulders were heavy with concrete. In the bathroom, you washed your face and stared in the mirror for a while, doing breathing exercises and trying to somehow lock in the role. Then you brushed your teeth, took a hot shower, and left just in time to open the door for Natalia.

You had breakfast together on the terrace. You checked your phone while you did so, and just a few minutes later, you received a text from your girlfriend.

You didn’t reply back any further because Natalia called your attention so you could finish eating, as the Prada grooming team would be arriving shortly to get you ready. Reluctantly, you put your phone away, now focused on finishing your breakfast.

The stylists arrived in no time with your outfit and after-party jacket, so you left your seat on the balcony and went to the sofa area to get ready, with a huge boost of confidence running through your blood.

The team worked with impressive efficiency. You thought it was normal for them. Their daily bread. But when you checked your phone again, you realized the real reason was that if you didn’t hurry, you were going to be late, and if you were late on an event like that, you were going to get your balls cut, so you did everything you could to help and expedite the process.

Everything was ready for you to leave just twenty minutes later, giving you plenty of time to avoid rushing.

In the lobby, while you were waiting for your driver, you heard a commotion outside: dozens of people lining the hotel entrance behind security lines, waiting for someone. You didn’t worry about it, certain they were there for someone else. But when your car arrived and you stepped outside, a good portion of those people erupted in cheers and pointed their cameras at you.

You laughed nervously, somewhat flustered as people called you asking for photos, autographs, or to say hi to one of their friends or family. You acted as natural as possible, standing in the middle of the exit while waving from side to side.

“You can go and interact with them for a moment, it’s okay,” Natalia said in your ear after patting you on the back, signaling your bodyguard to go with you.

You nodded and walked to the left, slowly becoming comfortable with being the center of attention. It might have seemed silly since you were constantly in front of a camera through which thousands of people watched you live. However, having those same people—whom until recently you considered mere online usernames— right in front of your eyes was something completely different. It felt hella weird.

“What’s up fam!” you said, leaning closer to take a selfie with a couple of guys. “Thanks for being here today, man. I appreciate it.”

After a couple of minutes, you walked to the other side, signing things, talking to people, taking photos, and sending greetings. Natalia had to remind you that you had the driver waiting, because otherwise you would’ve gotten too comfortable there.

“Aye y'all, I gotta go. Thank you all so so much,” you clasped your palms and bowed your head. “Please take care!”

Your bodyguard opened the back door for you, and after a final round of goodbyes, you got in to head to the Fondazione Prada.

God damn, you didn’t expect there to be so many fucking people.

The place was packed with photographers, media, and security, basically covering the entire left side of the road in front of the Ristorante Torre, a tall, three-story building where the show would be held. Your driver slowed down and drove along the curb to a stop in front of the entrance, causing the people behind the security barriers and the accredited photographers to focus their attention on your car.

“Oh shit…” you muttered to yourself, noticing that the crowd on the other side of the road was also pulling out their phones. “All right, Ezio, you got this, you fucking got this. You’re him. You’re that guy.”

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and locked in.

When your bodyguard—who, quite impressively, had arrived before you—opened the door for you to get out, the sound of shutters filled your ears. A few people lowered their phones when they realized you weren’t who they expected, but the vast majority snapped their photos, regardless of whether they knew who you were or not.

It was clear that you’d at least made a good impression, as you noticed how many of the photographers and people behind the metal fences were talking to each other and pointing at you as you greeted the portion of the audience who did call you by name. It wasn’t as if you were a stranger before, but that moment marked another small leap for you. That’s why it was so important to display self-confidence—even though inside you were nervous as hell—, it allowed people to take an interest in you.

Your bodyguard led the way to the entrance. You walked forward, also pushing back the cameramen who were aiming her videos and photos at you. You climbed a couple of steps, turned around for another brief round of photographs, and turned to climb to the top. There you greeted some more, until you turned on your heel and turned your back to the cameras, entering the building’s portico.

There, you nodded to the staff working at the building’s entrance and shared brief conversations with other guests who had already arrived and had stepped outside to get some fresh air.

Natalia—who, again, you didn’t know how the hell she’d arrived so quickly and before you—was already waiting inside; you spotted her when someone crossed the black strip curtain leading into the building. You walked toward her, but a new commotion behind you made you look over your shoulder. A new car had arrived, and the person who got out of it made both the people and the photographers go crazy.

Yoo Jimin, Karina to the general public, or simply Jagiya, Stupid Cheese Cat, or Jiminie to you, walked up the steps with a beautiful and charming grace that made you stop just to admire her. You’d already seen her in that dress and hair extensions, but you were still stunned by how beautiful she looked, turning around every now and then to greet her fans with a cute smile on her face.

Rina stopped at the top of the stairs, and in the same spot as you, she turned around to wave one last time before turning toward the entrance. She lingered a bit with her gaze, and it wasn’t long before she met your eyes. Her lips curved into a wider smile, making you smile too. You didn’t want to raise suspicions, so you quickly turned around and walked inside to meet Natalia.

“Hey, can you help me with something?” you said, standing behind her. She was Spanish and didn’t know Italian, so you communicated in English.

“Whatever it is, tell me quickly because we have to go to the photocall,” she replied, looking at her phone and searching for someone.

“Is there any way to send flowers to someone’s hotel room?”

Natalia looked at you in confusion and then looked toward the entrance. She noticed who you were glancing at, and instantly seemed to understand.

“I’ll talk to the hotel staff to try to make it happen.”

“Yes! Thank you,” you and she walked down the hallway, the lights above your heads gradually dimming. “Make sure they’re there when she arrives, please. Oh! And make sure the bouquet has white roses in it.”

“Ooookay… Should I add it to the expenses Prada is covering for you, or…?”

“No, I’ll pay for it. Who do you think I am, Ebenezer Scrooge?”

“I’m just asking, kid,” Natalia looked back at her phone. “By the way, good work out there. Someone told me you’re making a good impression on Miuccia.”

“Miuccia Prada?!” You accidentally raised your voice. You quickly got embarrassed and brought your hand to your mouth. “Sorry.”

“Well yes. Who do you think makes the signings for the brand?”

“Sure,” you sighed. “I should have known.”

“Just don’t screw up and keep showing off that attitude, okay? You’re handling it very well.”

“You can count on it,” you nodded. “I’m starting to feel good.”

Natalia quickly led you to a large, low-ceilinged indoor lounge where photographers and journalists from Vogue, W Magazine, and GQ were waiting. You had to pose for each one. Vogue didn’t ask you any questions, but the other two did. W Magazine was a little more brief, while GQ delved deeper into you and your aspirations. Questions about your vision of fashion, how and why you became interested in it, what your favorite brands were, how you combined your internet personality with your entrepreneur/model side, among other things.

“Thanks, that’s all for now,” the GQ journalist told you after about 10 minutes of interview. “Maybe in a few months you’ll be on the cover; Jim will love this.”

You froze for a moment, thinking you’d heard wrong.

“Excuse me, what? Cover? Like Tyler the Creator or Lewis Hamilton?”

“Certain things have to happen, of course, and you have to earn the credit,” the journalist said, reviewing the photos with his partner photographer. “But you’re definitely on the right track.”

“Wow, I mean…” you blinked several times, searching for the right words. “Thank you so much, sir.”

You offered your hand, and he shook it.

“We’ll be calling you in the future. It was a pleasure, kid.”

The journalist and his partner went to another side of the room to continue their work, and Natalia joined you so you could go to the area where the fashion show would be held. She led you directly to your seat, located in the front row. And oh, surprise, surprise, as soon as you sat down, you noticed the Prada princess sitting right in front of you, across the runway.

“Ah, look who the winds have brought,” you switched to Korean, smoothing down your pants and coat. The place was quiet enough, so you didn’t have to raise your voice too much.

“How was it out there?” Rina asked you with a giggle. “You look handsome, jagiya.”

“Thanks, jagiya,” you smiled. “Well, worse than I expected, better than I would have imagined it would turn out. If that makes sense.”

“Ah yeah, the first time is always terrible,” Rina looked to her left and corrected her posture. “Cameras are coming, act natural.”

Around you, other guests began to fill the remaining seats, and with them came cameramen ready to photograph the show. A few approached to photograph you; the same with Rina and other people. To your right sat a fashion editor from L'Officiel, and to your left a Japanese designer. You greeted both of them, but the one you spoke to the most was the first one.

The show began around 11 AM, when all the lights except those illuminating the runway went out and some house music played over the speakers. You crossed your legs and arms, paying attention to each model and the design they were modeling. Every so often, your eyes met Rina’s, who seemed genuinely excited to witness everything so close up and to have you there with her to share the moment.

The hardest part of all was maintaining that damn posture. It wasn’t difficult, but you were used to shifting in the seats, whether it was raising one foot, both, slumping, or slouching, and spending an hour and a half with your back perfectly tucked in was even harder than being photographed upon arrival at the show.

The show ended with a well-deserved thunderous applause, both for the designers involved and the models. You stood with the other guests as the runway emptied, preparing to go talk to Rina until a Prada assistant approached you and took you backstage for the post-show content you were authorized to do.

There, the same assistant handed you a tripod and a lapel microphone. You set everything up with her help, and with everything ready, you placed your phone horizontally on the tripod and started the livestream.

“Okay…” you brought the camera closer to your eyes so that that was the entire shot. “I should be heard perfectly, and if not…” you brought the phone even closer and whispered. “This microphone is ass… hello, hello, hello.”

Despite not having announced in advance that you were going live, the number of viewers increased dramatically. First 1k, then 5k, then 10. Until a short while later, you were close to 30,000. Too many damn people just to see you acting like an idiot in a backstage where many would think you had no business.

“Anyway, what’s up? How are y’all?” You extended the shot while reading the chat, models and staff passing behind you. “Oh, I’m fucking great.”

The assistant glared at you.

“ Ah, non posso dire parolacce, vero?” You lowered your voice to speak to her with your eyes wide open. She shook her head. “ Mi dispiace.”

The live lasted about 30 minutes, a mix of answering questions from the portion of your viewers who were genuinely intrigued and showing the entire work process behind an event of that caliber. The assistant accompanying you was a great help in keeping you from making mistakes by showing confidential things, constantly guiding you through the areas you could reveal.

“To all of you asking about Karina, why are y’all such gossips, huh?” You looked away from the camera as you walked. “Do you think because I live in Korea I instantly know all the celebrities there?”

There’s a clip of you and her talking before the show —you read. You didn’t really have anything to hide (you really did), so you weren’t going to deny it.

“Yeah, it was the first time Jimin-ssi and I talked. A very kind and sweet girl, honestly. That’s it, you won’t have any more details about it. Shut up.”

Jimin-ssi? Jiminssi? Who’s Jimin-ssi? What do you mean Jiminshi bruh, isn’t this the first time u talked?

“Well, I have to go, guys!” you quickly said, hiding the monumental mistake you had just made. “I’d insult you like I always do, but I’d get scolded. I’ll be posting more content with Prada, by the way, including a giveaway you’re going to love, so stay tuned! Ciao a tutti!”

You turned off your livestream, put down your phone, and slapped your forehead. Professor Dumbass was your nickname, damn it. Jimin-ssi? Really? Wasn’t there a cornier way to call her? Well, there was; if you had called her jagiya, all the Koreans would have been at your throat. It would have been your fucking downfall. Still, you weren’t sure what conclusions people would come to about it. Nothing too certain, you hoped. You didn’t have anything to explai, but you’d be more at ease as long as people didn’t make too much of a fuss about it.

Natalia approached you as you removed your microphone with the help of the assistant.

“Hey, we gotta go. They invited you and other ambassadors to a private lunch.”

“Oh really?” You looked at her, unmounting your phone from the tripod. “Do you know if she…?”

“I have no idea,” she shook her head. “But I did what you asked. She should have the flowers in her room.”

You sighed in relief.

“Thanks. Was it difficult?”

“I just had to get her manager to authorize the hotel staff to go inside and deliver the bouquet. She didn’t seem very happy.”

“You said they were from me?”

“Yeah…?”

“That’s why.”

You handed the tripod and microphone to the assistant, who waited to help you with your pending tasks.

“Do you have anything else to do around here?”

“Shoot a couple of reels for the brand’s Instagram and interview a couple of models. It shouldn’t take more than 10 minutes.”

“Alright. Hurry up, I’ll be waiting here.”

The assistant handed you another cell phone, which you used to record both the reels and the interviews. It took a little longer than you’d planned, but you finished just in time before Natalia got stressed about the delay.

Lunch took place at the restaurant that gave its name to the very building you were in. It took up the entire floor, and the long table you were invited to was on the terrace at the front of the tower, with gorgeous views of Milan. Rina wasn’t there, for some reason, but Byeong Wooseok and another girl you knew were there. The guy was already seated, and the girl was standing near the railing.

She was an idol, you were sure of that. Gowon? Gunwon? You couldn’t remember her exact name, but she was a total stunner. Tall, with long dark hair, lightly tanned skin, long legs, pretty eyes, and a beautiful nose. Her fashion sense was also immaculate, with an outfit that was entirely from Prada’s last summer collection.

The two of you didn’t share a word throughout the entire lunch, but you did share a few small, friendly gestures, like a smile or a nod; not much more, since she seemed even more nervous than you. Was it her first time, too? It had to be: the poor girl looked like she wanted to throw herself off the railing. A whole cutie that you understood perfectly.

Nothing much happened during those two hours, just small talk about the show and casual chatter. Hunter was also there, sitting next to you, so at least you had a friend nearby to talk to more comfortably. That’s when she and you exchanged numbers and took a selfie, which you posted on your Instagram stories and which she would later repost.

Around 3 p.m. the terrace began to empty out. The Koreans were among the first to leave, as strict and rigid with their schedules as ever. Hunter stayed a little longer to talk with you and others, but she had to leave as well since she had plans for that afternoon. You were one of the last up there.

“Ezio, the driver is waiting for you,” Natalia said behind you as you walked to the edge of the terrace.

“I’m coming down in a bit, let me have a smoke, I won’t be long.”

You took a cigarette from the pack in your back pocket and lit it, leaning against a column on one side of the terrace, letting the cool Milanese air cool your face. As you took your first drag, you took out your phone and opened Instagram. katarinabluu was doing a live stream. A smile escaped you when you noticed she was in her room.

Rina was still wearing her dress and hair extensions. Apparently, she hadn’t noticed your gift yet, as she moved around her room just being silly and talking to her viewers. You remembered what you had said to Natalia, but decided to make the driver wait a little longer. The wait was totally worth it, though, because when Rina went out onto her terrace to sit down, she found the bouquet in a porcelain vase.

“Oh! What’s this?” Rina’s eyes widened, her smile widening little by little until she giggled with excitement. She leaned closer to smell the flowers and show them to the camera. “So beautiful! Wah! And they smell so good.”

You grinned from ear to ear like a fool, staring at your phone screen. Rina took a moment to look at the opposite side of the bouquet, and there she seemed to be reading something in silence, because she smiled again. It was definitely your dedication. Her eyes got shiny like two sear pearls.

“Wah… it was so nice of Prada to give me these flowers, thank you so much,” Rina said, looking at the camera.

Now satisfied with what you’d seen and making sure that she was happy, you stubbed out your cigarette against the column, threw it in the trash, and left the restaurant to meet the driver and return to the hotel.

The after-party was going to take place in the same building where the fashion show and lunch were held. Your driver dropped you off at around 8:20. You wore your down jacket instead of the coat you’d worn earlier. Again, there were people waiting on the street to take pictures of the arrivals, but most of them were Koreans, probably waiting for Rina, the other girl, or Byeong Wooseok. So there weren’t as many flashlights this time for you.

You entered and went directly up to the top floor, which consisted entirely of a dedicated event hall. The main lights were off, allowing only the small, dim, warm bulbs from the ceiling, a few specific spaces, and the entire bar area just to the left of the hall to shine. The views of Milan shone to the right, through the immense glass wall that covered the entire width of that side of the tower. Many were standing nearby, others were sitting in the leather seats arranged along the walls, and others were scattered around the center, either chatting or dancing with drinks in hand.

That shit reeked of money; enough net worth to allow you to retire for three consecutive lifetimes without lifting a finger. And there you were: just a fucking streamer who first got famous for arguing with a kid he was paired with in Fortnite.

Wherever you were, NoScopeYourMom, thank you.

A slew of familiar faces greeted you as soon as you walked in, including some models and some executives you’d had lunch with a few hours earlier. You went straight to the bar with them and ordered a Campari cocktail from the bartender, which you downed in quick sips to warm up while chatting with a couple of models: two very cool British brothers you’d already met at the fitting.

Less than an hour later, your attention shifted to someone else who had just made their appearance. The stupid cheese cat walked slowly, returning greetings with her lips curved into a small smile. She no longer had her hair extensions, but she was wearing the same dress she’d worn to the show. Somehow, she looked even more gorgeous than she had earlier.

And the best part was, she was alone. Without her vixen of a manager. Fun would be allowed that night.

Rina quickly spotted you among the crowd, grinning from ear to ear as she walked toward you.

“Aye lads, I have to go,” you told the siblings, getting up from your stool. “Have fun aight?”

When you stood at the side of the bar, Rina was only a few feet away from you, and then you noticed that right in her path was a small rise in the floor that you were sure she wouldn’t notice.

“Oh, watch out for…!” you tried to warn her, but Rina hit the tip of her heel on the small wall and tripped. Thankfully, you were quick enough to stride forward and grab her by the arms. “The floor.”

“Fuck!” Rina complained with a giggle, holding onto your forearms. “Again.”

“Jimin-ah, you really need to look down when you walk,” you said, feeling the stares of the people around you. Most of them stopped when they saw Rina was okay. “I know I’m making you nervous, but you’re going to kill yourself one of these days.”

“I’m sorry! I’m not doing this on purpose!” she whined, laughing. “Can you just hug me? I’m so embarrassed right now.”

In that place, no one would care how much affection you showed each other, and Prada hadn’t allowed the press to be present or people to generate gossip about one of its events for years, so you wrapped your arm around Rina’s waist, pulled her towards you, and wrapped your arms around her body for a tight hug.

“Mmm, you smell delicious,” you said, burying your nose in her neck. “Is it…?”

“A floral splash?” Rina responded in your ear, her arms around your neck and her hands on your shoulders. “It is,” you heard her giggle.

You broke the hug to look at her, your arms still around her waist. You lightly squeezed your fingers, feeling her flesh beneath the dress. Rina lowered her hands to your chest.

“Any particular reason for that choice?” You looked into her eyes.

“Maybe the pretty flowers a handsome guy sent me this afternoon,” Rina replied, playing with the collar of your jacket. Her eyes wandered over you, especially your eyes and lips. “Flowers that certainly made my day.”

“Yeah, I could tell by the way your eyes were shining on your live. That guy must be quite the catch.”

Rina giggled, snuggling up to you.

“Quite a bit. I just don’t know how to thank him.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something. Shall we sit down?”

Rina nodded, and you took her hand and walked ahead. You made your way through the crowd, dodging a couple of waiters before finding a free couch and table in a corner near the glass wall. Rina sat quite close to you, almost thigh to thigh, her legs crossed. She placed her handbag on the small glass coffee table in front of you.

“Hey… jagiya,” she said in your ear. You turned to look at her, finding her face mere inches away. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

“With all these people around?” You placed a hand on her thigh, staring at her lips.

“Mmm, it wouldn’t be the most appropriate thing, but I really want to taste you.”

“Always so needy, huh?” You caressed her chin with your fingers, bringing your thumb up to her lower lip. “Just ask like a good girl and you’ll have it.”

“ Jagiya …” Rina purred, taking your wrist to cup her cheek in your palm. Instinctively, you stroked your thumb over her cheekbone. “Kiss me… please.”

You smiled and held her gaze. Rina had a special talent for always leaving you mesmerized when she looked at you like that: her head tilted on your hand and those pretty eyes fixed on yours. It was impossible to resist such a face.

“Alright, you got it,” you nodded, and slowly crashed your lips against hers.

No one was paying attention to the two of you, but you still couldn’t let things get too heated, so you controlled yourselves to keep the kiss soft and gentle, something that wouldn’t rev your engines too much. Rina breathed deeper with each passing second, wanting you to kiss her harder, but you placated her with firm squeezes on her thigh.

“That’s it, enough…” you said against her lips. “Get a grip, girl.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry,” Rina sighed. “I’m satisfied for now.”

Rina giggled and leaned against the right side of your collarbone. You slipped your arm around her neck and couldn’t help but smile, feeling like a total winner and what you were: a very lucky son of a bitch.

“Want something to drink, honey?” You squeezed Rina’s shoulder. She just nodded, comfortable in your chest. “Anything specific?”

“No, I trust you,” Rina replied softly.

“Very well.”

You waited for a waitress to pass by so you could stop her and order two bellinis, and she returned a few minutes later with your cocktails. Those first two were instantly followed by another round. An hour later, you’d already had three each. Rina and you were already a little tipsy, right at that point where you weren’t drunk but not sober either.

Over the course of that hour, more people joined you momentarily to chat a bit and share a drink, including Hunter, who introduced you to Maya Hawke, and you, in turn, introduced Rina to them. Everyone eventually left to leave you and Rina to have fun alone together, despite you and her insisting that it was fine and that you were good with company.

But anyway, you weren’t complaining either.

“No, no, but yesterday…” Rina was saying something to you, but stopped when she found someone in the crowd. You tried to follow her gaze, but couldn’t tell who she was looking at. “Ah, oppa! I have to introduce you to someone!”

Rina got up from the couch and disappeared into the crowd for a moment. A minute later, she returned, arms linked with someone you’d seen earlier that day. One of the prettiest, most model-like idols you’d ever seen. She was dressed the same as when you had lunch together, and she was holding a glass cup with what you thought was soda. Your eyes met when Rina stopped in front of the glass table.

“Oppa, this is Gawon,” Rina introduced you. “Gawon, this is Ezio.”

Oh right, fuck. Gawon. You weren’t too far off with your guesses.

You stood up and offered your hand, still looking into her eyes. Gawon had a reserved posture. She was noticeably shy.

“Hi, it’s a pleasure,” you smiled. “I must admit I was embarrassed to ask your name at lunch.”

Gawon giggled and shook your hand with a nod. Her hand and her grip felt soft.

“Wow, I didn’t even know you knew Korean,” Gawon said. “It’s okay. I wouldn’t have minded if you had.”

“Oh right, you guys did go to the lunch,” Rina said, pouting slightly. “My manager wouldn’t let me because we had to record content for that damn YouTube vlog.”

“Nah, whatever, you didn’t miss anything,” you said. “Gawon and I didn’t even talk.”

“Well, I did want to talk to him because I thought he was really cool, but I was embarrassed,” Gawon said, shifting her gaze out over the city so she wouldn’t look directly at you. “It’s a good thing I came tonight.”

“Because I convinced you to!” Rina tapped her on the arm. “See how it was worth it?”

“I’ll figure that out later,” Gawon looked at Rina. “I just got here, unnie.”

“You don’t like this kind of environment?” you asked, noticing that she was still almost as nervous as she had been earlier.

“I mean, yeah,” Gawon tilted her head. “But there are people here… you know, big.”

“And you feel kinda out of place, right?”

“Yeah,” she nodded.

“It happens. I understand.”

“You don’t show it,” Gawon chuckled. “You’re overconfident. I can’t hide my anxiety.”

“It’s something you’ll learn over time, don’t worry,” you shifted your gaze to Rina. “Shall we sit down?”

Rina nodded, and you returned to your seat. Gawon joined you, sitting to Rina’s right. You ordered another round of bellinis for the three of you, not wanting to drink anything else and turn your stomach into a mess. You also ordered a tray of ricotta raviolis for snacks.

The three of you talked for a while, sharing experiences and anecdotes about the fashion show and your time in Milan. However, Gawon got curious and asked about you, why you were so good at speaking Korean, and why you had moved there in the first place. You had a short monologue telling the story, in which you avoided revealing too many details about how you met Sully in the first place and how your relationship evolved. She was lacking details, of course, but she would have to settle for that. At least for now.

“Oh, jagiya,” Rina said in your ear, a hand on your thigh. “I need to go to the bathroom, but I need you to translate for me so I can ask where it is. Is that okay?”

“Sure,” you nodded, taking her hand as you stood up.

“Where are you going?” Gawon asked, nervous about being alone there.

“I’ll just be a moment,” Rina said. “Ezio will help me find the bathroom.”

Gawon looked you both up and down suspiciously, and she took a sip of her cocktail, her long legs crossed.

“Okay… I’ll wait for you here,” she agreed, seeing she had no choice.

You and Rina then left her there and quickly went to ask a waitress where the bathrooms were. She directed you to a side hallway, which went all the way to the back and divided into two entrances, one for men and one for women. Your bladder was about to explode too, so you both crossed the hallway together.

“I’ll wait for you here when you get out, okay?” you told Rina, squeezing her hand. “Take your…”

You didn’t finish your sentence when Rina, after looking inside the bathroom and around, pulled you in with her. You panicked as she led you to one of the large, black-tiled stalls, praying to God no one had noticed.

“Jimin-ah!” you whispered loudly. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Shhh!” She put her finger to her lips, opened the stall door, and got in with you. “Don’t make a sound, silly.”

Conveniently, those stalls were built so nobody could see anything from below, so you were covered from that side. Still, there were too many people at that damn party, and the chances of someone catching you or at least suspecting were too high. It was a really stupid thing to do, especially for her.

Before you could scold her, Rina grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. You knew her intentions, so you didn’t slow down when your breathing became ragged and your lips fought fiercely against each other. It was a gigantic stupidity, but since you were there, you let yourself be carried away by those sweet, addictive lips that drove you crazy.

You groped each other everywhere, your hands on her soft ass and hers massaging your cock through your pants. Rina was the first to break the kiss, moving her kisses to your neck, lightly biting there and on your jawline before moving closer to your ear.

“I think I found the perfect way to thank you, daddy,” Rina murmured, unbuttoning your pants and unzipping them with one hand. “Wanna know how?”

“We’re here already,” you gasped, already feeling hard beneath your boxers. “I don’t know why you’re asking.”

Rina placed another round of kisses and bites on your neck before putting her hands on your chest, slowly lower herself to her knees, and grab the waistband of your pants and boxers, pulling them down to your heels. Her hot breath hit your already free hard cock as she caressed your thighs.

“You’re fucking insane, Yoo Jimin,” you said.

“It’s not my fault you’re always so irresistible, daddy…” she replied, letting the underside of your cock rub all over her face. “And those flowers were really gorgeous.”

Rina stuck out her tongue and licked from the base to the tip, gently taking your cock between her lips. You pursed your lips and stifled a small moan, leaning against the wall behind you. She circled your base with three fingers and began pumping her head with slow, swirling movements.

Her lips gradually took in more and more inches of your shaft, stopping a little past the halfway point. The stall walls reverberated with the wet clicks coming from her mouth, growing more intense as Rina put her neck to work. Added to this were your gasps, heaving and ragged at how good her blowjob was feeling.

At one point, she slowed her pace considerably and pushed her lips further forward, slowly making your entire length disappear inside her mouth. She frowned, her eyes closing for a moment to fight off the gag reflex. As her nose rested against your pubic bone, she looked up and met your eyes.

“Oh my god…” you moaned softly, your hand on the back of Rina’s head as she held your cock in her throat for what seemed like an eternity. Only when a thick drop of saliva fell from her lower lip did she release you with a sharp intake of breath.

“Do you want me to swallow it or do you want to cum on my face?” she whispered, her lips covered with saliva, moving her hand over your slick cock.

“Whatever the fuck you want,” you replied, your brain somewhat scrambled.

“Mmm, okay.”

Rina took you back into her mouth and began pumping her faster, also with a perfect use of her hand, swirling it with each motion. This made your breathing labored, and you held it for a few seconds to let the warm, wet sensation melt your mind.

You closed your eyes to focus solely on the pleasure Rina’s mouth and hand were giving you, while the blowjob sounds grew louder, filling your ears and greatly accelerating your climax. On top of that, Rina moaned again and again around your cock, her head pumping in a perfectly controlled frenzy until she noticed your thighs tense.

Rina pulled you out of her mouth and let her hand work on your cock, pointing it right between her eyes.

“Are you going to cum, daddy?” she asked. You opened your eyes and looked down at her. “Yeah? Please give it all to me… all on my face. I’m missing my favorite scrub. Cum, jagiya.”

Fuck, it was as easy as that.

It wasn’t even five seconds after Rina said that that you exploded all over her face. Jets of hot, thick cum shot out right between her eyebrows, her forehead, her lips, and her nose. Basically her whole damn face was covered with your load. It was so much that she had to close her eyelids to keep it from getting in her eyes.

“ Mamma mia… ” you gasped, admiring your work of art. “Are you okay?”

Rina licked the cum off her lips in a slow circle first.

“I’m fine. But I can’t open my eyes. Can you…?”

“Oh yeah yeah.”

You hurried to grab the roll of toilet paper from behind her and handed it to her. Rina used a few pieces to wipe her face, and smiled when she opened her eyes and met your gaze.

“Did you like it?” she asked, looking up at you with those bright, innocent little eyes, as if she hadn’t just given you an absolutely insane blowjob.

“I loved it, baby,” you whispered, remembering the place where you were. “But please, let’s get out of here because I don’t want to cause a scene on my first damn day as ambassador.”

Rina pulled up your boxers and pants herself and stood up, gently grabbing your neck and pecking you on the lips.

“You go out first, okay?” she said. “If someone sees you, it’s easier to explain that you went to the wrong bathroom.”

“Oh wow, that’s clever,” you replied with a smile, wrapping your arms around her waist to give her another kiss. “Okay. I’ll see you outside.”

With your heart in your mouth and your balls in your throat, you left the bathroom stall and hurried out the door. Your bladders were still about to burst, so you went from one bathroom to the other, playing dumb and hoping no one had seen you.

After taking a leak, washing your hands and face, you left to meet Rina outside in the hallway. The two of you immediately went back to Gawon, who didn’t look at all pleased when she spotted you in the crowd. She had apparently memorized the way you ordered your drinks, because she had another full bellini in her hand.

“I’m going to kill you both,” Gawon said when you returned to your seats.

“Why?” Rina had the nerve to ask, and Gawon genuinely looked like she wanted to strangle her.

“It took you 20 minutes over there!” Gawon complained. “What were you supposed to be doing?”

“We ran into a friend of ours and talked for a while,” you said, with a natural ease for the lie that surprised you. “We tried to break away but well, he’s pretty intense.”

Gawon fell silent and looked away.. She brought the glass to her lips to take a long sip of the cocktail.

“Whatever. But just so you know, like four people came to me, and I couldn’t understand a word because they were speaking Italian!”

You and Rina laughed.

“I promise I won’t leave here now, sorry,” you said.

“Hey, do you guys want to dance?” Rina asked.

“Dance?” You looked at her. “Uh…”

“It’ll just be a little while!” Rina took your hand and stood up. “Besides, I don’t want to sit down all this time.”

“Yeah, come on,” Gawon said, standing up as well. “My butt hurts a little already.”

You sighed, the social pressure tugging at your arms.

“Well, anyway.”

You stood up and followed them to a somewhat open area to settle in. The three of you were too shy, so your dance consisted more of a slight head and toe movement than a proper dance. Good thing that didn’t stop you from having a good time, and in fact, that’s where you let the time pass, just drinking, chatting and laughing.

“Jagiya, we can leave whenever you want, okay?” you whispered into Rina’s ear. It was already midnight, and the party was still in full swing. But you knew the photographers would start multiplying outside soon.

“Ah, I think I want to go now,” Rina replied, holding onto your arm for a while now. “I’ll call manager-nim so she can let the driver know.”

“I think me too,” Gawon said, and looked at both of you. “Uhm… see you at the hotel?”

“Do you want to?” you asked.

“What I really want is to sleep, but you’re not in Milan every day.”

“Great way of thinking,” you said, taking out your phone to also call your driver.

“Did you wanted to stay sleeping too when I convinced you to come?” Rina asked.

“I’ve wanted to sleep since I got here, unnie,” Gawon sighed. “I’m exhausted.”

“But you don’t have to spend the night with us if you don’t want to, really,” you said, holding the phone to your ear as you waited for the call to be picked up. “Your health comes first.”

“No, no, I’m fine,” Gawon shook her head. “If I wanted to reject you I’d do it openly, so don’t worry.”

“Ah… well, thank you.”

“Unnie! Do you want to go with me?” Rina asked.

Gawon held the phone in her hand and laughed nervously.

“With you?” she chuckled. “Like, in the same car?”

“Yeah! We can go out together and everything.”

Gawon and you exchanged glances while you talked to your driver.

“Uhm…” Gawon looked at Rina. “Are you sure about that, unnie?”

“It’ll be fine! They’ll just think we’re friends and that we’re nice to each other.”

“But… we are friends and nice to each other, right?”

“Exactly! There’s nothing to worry about!”

Rina linked arms with Gawon again, with a huge grin on her face in contrast with Gawon’s scared face. They were literally a black cat and a golden retriever.

“Okay, all I have to do is wait now,” you said, having already spoken to your driver. “So you two…?”

“I’ll go with her, I have no choice,” Gawon shrugged.

“And we’re leaving now,” Rina said, looking at her phone. “Because the driver is coming.”

“Cool, I’ll let you know when I’m in my suite,” you said. “Get going because you’re not the only ones leaving now.”

“Do you have a suite?” Gawon asked, half frowning, half raising an eyebrow.

“I had to put in my money. I wanted a bigger balcony.”

“And how much did you…?”

“Gawon-ah! Come on!” Rina urged her on. “We have to wait downstairs.” She looked at you, and for a moment you thought she was going to kiss you goodbye, but you noticed she held back. “I’ll see you there, oppa.”

“Sure. Be careful.”

Rina started walking with Gawon, and a few meters ahead, she looked over her shoulder to blow you a kiss that made you smile. Soon you lost sight of them.

An hour passed until you were back in your suite.

You weren’t going to be in that jacket all night, so you quickly put on a comfortable sweater and set about organizing the mess you had created there to keep it from looking like a hovel. You also made sure they brought you two bottles of rosé, both in a bucket full of ice.

With everything ready and organized, you called Rina and let her know she could come up. Your door rang shortly after. When you went and opened it, you found her and Gawon dressed in the same outfit as an hour ago, only now they were both wearing sneakers.

Rina smiled from ear to ear, her hands clasped over her stomach.

“Hi, oppa,” she said.

“Hi,” Gawon greeted as well, with a small bow on her head.

“Hey,” you smiled, returning the gesture. “Come in.”

You stepped aside to let them in and locked the door.

“Oh gosh, this is wonderful,” Gawon said, standing in front of the bed, looking out at the open balcony and then to the right. Rina was to her right, giving a quick glance at what was on the desk, where your laptop was also. “Wah.”

“I know, right?” you said, pushing past them to the other side of the room.

“Can I take a look?” Gawon asked, pointing outside.

“Yeah, sure,” you nodded, walking to the coffee table to get one of the bottles of rosé out of the bucket. “Sweetheart, get my speaker and three glasses from under the TV, will you?”

Now knowing you were talking to her, Rina looked up from the encyclopedia she was flipping through and started walking. She brought you the crystal glasses first, and from your bed, she carried your Bluetooth speaker, a Sony ULT Field 7 that the brand had given you just weeks ago.

“Here you go, jagiya,” Rina whispered in your ear, and took advantage of the fact that Gawon was distracted taking photos on the balcony to give you a peck on the cheek.

“Hey, sweetie,” you smiled, opening the bottle of rosé. “Thanks. Sit if you want. Oh, and you’re in charge of the music this time.”

“Finally!” Rina celebrated with her fists closed, and grabbed the speaker to sit in the middle of the couch.

With the bottle now open, you poured the chilled rosé into each crystal glass and placed it back in the bucket. You left one of the glasses with Rina, and took the other two to go out to that side of the balcony. Gawon was on the other side, leaning her hands on the railing. Her eyes were on the city, with a pretty shine on them.

“Here,” you said, standing to her right. Gawon turned to you and took the glass. “I don’t know if you’ve tried rosé before.”

Gawon brought the glass to her lips and took a small sip. Her eyes widened, with a small squeal of pleasure.

“It’s good!” she said, smirking.

“I know, I know,” you nodded, leaning your lower back against the railing. You took a sip of your own drink. “And what do you think of the city? Do you like it?”

“Do I like it?” Gawon chuckled, shifting her gaze toward Milan. “I’ve never seen anything like this before. And you were born here, right?”

“Right over there,” you pointed toward the west of the city. “In San Raffaele Hospital.”

“And what’s it like growing up in a place like this?” Gawon asked. “Isn’t it like, amazing?”

“You don’t appreciate it at first,” you sighed. “It’s only when you leave here that you realize how truly special it is. But I think that happens with everything, you know?”

The sudden rumble of music inside made you both shift your attention. It was way too damn loud, but Rina instantly lowered the volume a bit, and you laughed at the thought of the poor girl almost going deaf.

“After you, Gawon-ssi,” you said, letting her take the lead.

Gawon smiled, met your eyes, and walked past you, close enough for her perfume to reach your nostrils. You followed her. She then sat on the single sofa to the right of the couch, and you sat to Rina’s right.

Rina was soon leaning toward you, sipping her rosé, her knee brushing against yours. You didn’t know how much Gawon was aware of the level of your relationship, so you were somewhat cautious with your body language.

“So, how was your first day as ambassadors?” Rina asked the two of you, nudging you with her elbow.

“Ah… well…” you scratched the back of your head, remembering how quickly everything had happened. “I’d say good…? I’ll settle for the fact nothing went wrong, that’s already a victory.”

“You looked very handsome,” Rina said with a giggle.

“Pretty,” Gawon agreed. “It didn’t seem like his first time, did it?”

“Nope,” Rina shook her head. They were both staring at you, making you look away and laugh with heated cheeks. “Hey! What’s up with you? Did we make you shy?”

Gawon and Rina laughed together. You just sipped from your drink.

“Why don’t you talk about how she looked like a walking Roman sculpture?” You pointed at Gawon. “Look at that nose and those legs.”

The shyness bounced straight to Gawon, who rolled her eyes to her right and chuckled. A gesture that looked stupidly attractive.

“That’s true,” Rina nodded. “You look more like a model than I could have in three years.”

“Please shut up” Gawon brought her finger to his lips and tapped it. “Shut up, shut up.”

“Oh come on, it’s okay, you have nothing to be ashamed of, beauty,” you winked at her. Rina just squealed and laughed at your flirting.

Gawon snorted, her lips curling into a slight smirk. She just looked at you silently and downed all the remaining rosé in her glass in one gulp.

The conversation from that moment on veered toward trivial matters, partly talking about Gawon, partly talking about Rina, who was getting closer to you as time went on; you realized in no time that what she was after was your attention, with constant physical contact and always trying to make you look at her.

By the time you finished the first bottle of rosé Rina couldn’t let go of you, and whenever she laughed, she’d hug you. Gawon might think it was the alcohol, but she was like that even sober: clingy and giggly. A direct reflection of how submissive she always was around you.

Gawon also loosened up more as the drinks went by, now occasionally taking the lead in conversations and making jokes about the two of you at the after-party. Even when you opened the second bottle and finished the first round of drinks, she took off the blazer she’d been wearing all night and was left in that tiny brown top that showed off her beautiful shoulders and arms.

On the other hand, Rina became really touchy; cuddling with you, her head resting on your shoulder. Her warmth was pleasant, and no longer caring too much about what Gawon thought, you had an arm around her waist to hold her close. But Rina got even more brazen, occasionally squeezing your thigh near your crotch, caressing your chest, or repeatedly whispering in your ear how handsome you looked that night.

She was horny, and she wanted to get dicked down so bad. That was as obvious as the next day’s sunrise.

Gawon didn’t help ease the tension, leaning forward and watching your every tiny movement, especially the way you squeezed Rina’s waist and how comfortable you were with your physical contact.

“You look like a koala clinging to him, unnie,” Gawon mentioned, seeing how Rina was practically on top of you, hugging you with one arm and part of her thigh draped over yours.

“It’s just that it’s cold… and he’s warm,” Rina giggled. The three of you were drunk. Not absolute fucking smashed, but drunk. The two empty bottles of rosé were the proof.

“Well, what I’m feeling is hot,” Gawon said, straightening her back and hypnotically flipping her silky dark hair behind her shoulders. “Must be the rosé.”

“Yeah… sure,” you said, feeling sleepy since that’s what alcohol had been doing to you lately. Like a damn grandpa.

“I’ll go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back,” Gawon said, standing up.

You and Rina nodded, watching as Gawon passed through the door right next to the chair she was sitting in.

Rina then raised her face from your shoulder to look at you closely. She hitched up her dress a little so she could raise her thigh to yours, one hand on your abdomen and the other on your lower back.

“Do you know what I want, jagiya?” she asked softly. Her hot breath smelled of rosé.

You squeezed her waist and ran your hand up the side of her abdomen, caressing her. In front of you, the speaker was playing a Lana del Rey song at a low volume, god knows what it was (you didn’t listen to Lana del Rey often).

“Kiss you, I know,” you replied, your words coming out a bit slurred, cradling the left side of her face with your right hand, your thumb on her cheekbone. “But right now? What if she catches us?”

“It’ll only take a moment…” Rina slowly scratched your abdomen with her fingernail. “And if I’m honest, at this point I don’t think I’ll care.”

You looked toward the bathroom door for a moment and thought about it. And by thought, you meant you briefly ran through the consequences in your head before taking Rina by the chin and bringing your lips together.

Rina sighed a few seconds into the kiss, relaxing her body on yours and letting you guide her. The intention was to make it quick, but you were both more than aware that you were going to get carried away. True enough: you completely lost track of where you were, and the kiss quickly escalated into a fierce exchange of saliva.

With your perception of reality completely altered by the alcohol in your system, you grabbed Rina by the waist, sank down a little in the seat, and pulled her onto your lap. Rina giggled in the middle of the kiss, hiking up her dress a little so she could adjust her thighs to the sides of your body. She then wrapped her arms around your head, and you wrapped your arms around her waist, in the midst of an intense kiss that made you both moan softly and tilt your heads from side to side.

A few seconds later, the kiss reached the point of no return, where you slid a hand under her dress to rub her thigh, and she began to grind her hips against you. You heard a faucet running somewhere, but it was surely one of your neighbors at the hotel; nothing that could stop you from grabbing Rina’s ass and diverting kisses to her neck.

You were about to lift her dress to her waist when the bathroom door opened.

Rina quickly got off your lap, almost falling to the floor. You stared into space and ran a hand through your hair, blushing. Gawon stood below the open doorframe, her eyebrows raised, knowing she’d caught you.

“Oh, so this is what I miss for going to the bathroom for five minutes?” Gawon asked, arms crossed and with a suppressed, amused smile.

“It was five minutes?” Rina giggled, adjusting her dress as if nothing had happened. “Wah… it didn’t feel like that.”

“I noticed it,” Gawon said, looking at both of you. She focused on you for a few seconds too long, and you realized it was because you had a hard, prominent bulge in your pants. You were as sneaky as possible, covering yourself with a pillow, but it was useless. “What’s going on between you two? I’ve wanted to ask you all night, but I didn’t want to sound nosy.”

“It’s no big deal, unnie, we just got carried away,” Rina said, trying to make light of the matter.

“You seemed pretty into it,” Gawon leaned her shoulder against the doorframe. “Is it serious?”

“Stop asking so many questions!” Rina squealed. “It’s not my fault oppa is so… handsome,” she giggled.

You sighed and brought your hands to your face. Damn, it was the worst answer she could give.

Gawon went to sit down, but instead of taking the spot where she’d been all night, she sat to your right, legs crossed and her body slightly leaning toward you.

“You like him, that’s for sure,” Gawon pointed out. “Since when?”

“Jimin-ah, I don’t think…” you started.

“Since the end of October,” Rina answered bluntly, once again hugging your arm. “But we’ve known each other for over a year and a half.”

“Ah, that’s interesting,” Gawon looked at you now. You just stared straight ahead, terrified of being questioned. “And what about you? Did I eat your tongue?”

I? Ah, sure, the cat. You felt dumb for not catching it at first.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” you said.

“Are you a couple or something?” Gawon asked.

You grimaced.

“It’s… complicated.”

“Complicated in what way?”

“I mean, I like her too, but we’re not anything… you know, official.”

“And why not? I heard you guys calling each other jagiya.”

“Unnie!!” Rina laughed, already flustered by how much Gawon was probing. “You’re being too nosy, stop!”

“I’m just asking simple questions, but okay, I’ll stop,” Gawon said. “On one condition.”

“Hm?” You and Rina frowned at her. “What condition?” you asked.

“It’s something really simple for you two, but I don’t know how you’ll take it…”

“Just talk!” Rina urged.

“Kiss again.”

Silence fell between the three of you. Rina looked at you, blinking sternly before looking at Gawon. You didn’t even blink, just stared at the empty bottle of rosé with a frown. It was all your brain power could pull out at the moment.

“Sorry, what?” Rina asked. “Maybe I heard wrong.”

“You didn’t hear wrong, unnie,” Gawon said, and she cupped your face with her soft fingers to turn your face toward Rina. “Kiss again. For me.”

“What do you mean for me?” you asked, only looking at Rina since you did wanted to do it again. Rina didn’t seem to be thinking any other way..

“Because you two look sexy together, and watching you kiss must be… interesting,” Gawon said, her elbow resting on her knee and the bottom of her chin on her fist.

Your gaze was still on Rina, who seemed eager for you to do it.

“The decision is yours,” you told Rina.

“You know how I feel about you kissing me,” she replied.

“That’s a yes?”

“We don’t lose anything, do we?”

“No, you don’t. I plan on staying right here,” Gawon said.

You stared at Rina for a moment, and unable to resist any longer, you grabbed the sides of her neck and pulled her into another kiss.

Rina moaned against your lips, holding onto your wrists as your lips met again in a fiery exchange of saliva that made your breathing labor in no time. Again, you lost track of your surroundings, and it was Rina herself who climbed into your lap, placed her hands on your shoulders and adjusted her thighs against your hips.

A minute passed when you felt a finger gently scratch your jawline twice. It wasn’t Rina’s.

“Can I join you?” you heard Gawon ask. She was sitting closer to you; you felt her knee and thigh brush against your leg.

“Come here,” you murmured against Rina’s lips, without hesitation.

Gawon kicked off her sneakers and knelt up beside you, placed a hand on your shoulder, flipped her hair behind her shoulders, and leaned forward to meet your lips.

None of the three of you were in the best of motor skills, so the kiss was a bit clumsy at first, but as the seconds passed, you guided the rhythm with Gawon’s help, tasting both sets of lips amidst heavy gasps and small moans coming from Rina.

Gawon placed one hand on the back of Rina’s neck and the other on your thigh, near your crotch. Rina instinctively ground against you. And you, not too shy and somewhat daring, wrapped your right arm around Gawon to hold her waist and keep her close to your bodies.

The tension built way too quickly, and when she felt your hard bulge beneath her, Rina went so far as to hike up her dress to her waist and grind her crotch against yours. Luckily, Gawon didn’t seem to be put off by it, something you feared since you had no idea how open she was about that sort of thing.

“Can I touch you guys?” Gawon asked, pulling away from the kiss. “You know… really touch you.”

“Do whatever you want to enjoy it, dear,” you said, one hand on Rina’s soft ass as she moved over you and the other squeezing Gawon’s waist. “It’s not every day you’re in Milan.”

“Mmm, touché.”

Gawon tilted her head and planted her lips on Rina’s neck, distributing kisses there. She slowly moved her hand up to your bulge, meeting Rina’s panties-covered pussy with her knuckles. She squeezed your cock with her hand, using her fingers to slowly rub the contour. Seconds later, she reversed the position of her hand and moved to rubbing Rina’s pussy.

Your response was to run your hand down Gawon’s smooth back, feeling every fiber beneath your fingertips. Then you lowered your hand to her firm little ass, giving it a little squeeze at the same time as Rina’s. The stupid cheese cat just moaned against your lips, and slipped her hands under your sweater to rub your abdomen and your chest.

Rina switched from your lips to Gawon’s, but while kissing her, she still grabbed the hem of your sweater and pulled it up your torso and off your arms. Not satisfied with that, Rina grabbed the bottom hem of her dress and lifted it completely off her body. Underneath, she was left in a cream-colored lace bra and panties set. It was a pleasant surprise to realize that the panties were semi-transparent.

Gawon went further and unbuttoned your pants with one hand to slide her left hand inside your boxers. She circled your shaft with her fingers, rubbing it from side to side and making you gasp. You then started working on undressing her. The first thing was to remove her belt; you had to use both hands to do it. Then you pulled her stirrup leggings down her long legs. The safety shorts underneath were another obstacle, and you also pulled them down along with her leggings.

“Oh god, you’re such a fucking beauty,” you said, admiring Gawon’s slim, beautiful body as she made out with Rina. You placed your left hand on her tummy, and with the other, you rubbed one of her long, perfect legs up and down.

Gawon pulled away from Rina’s lips, looked into your eyes, and then looked down.

“Thanks, oppa,” she bit her lip. “But I’d like to see how you’re doing down there.”

“Do you want us to take care of him, unnie?” Rina asked, one hand now on your bulge, massaging it. “I want to suck his cock… I wasn’t satisfied at the after-party.”

Gawon laughed and looked at her in disbelief. You slapped your forehead, dumbfounded at Rina’s ability to leave you in the lurch with every word she said.

“So that’s why it took you so long?” Gawon asked. “How daring.”

Far from realizing she’d said something she shouldn’t have, Rina climbed off your lap and knelt on the floor between your open knees. She removed her bra with one hand and let it fall. Her delicious, perfect, beautiful tits were now free. Gawon helped you pull her leggings and safety pants off what remained of her legs and went to kneel next to Rina.

“I’ve never done this, so forgive me in advance,” Gawon said, looking at you and your bulge.

“Suck a cock?” Rina asked.

Gawon glared at her, laughed embarrassed, and shoved her with her shoulder.

“A threesome!” she said.

“So you’ve sucked a cock before?”

“I’m 20 years old!! What do you-”

“Girls,” you chimed in. “I’m throbbing like a motherfucker and I’m desperate for a touch.”

Rina and Gawon giggled, focusing back on you.

“Sorry, jagiya,” Rina said, and brought her hand to the hem of your pants and boxers. “We’ll get to it right away.”

You took off your shoes first, then let Rina slowly slide both pieces of clothing off your legs. Gawon gasped as your hard cock was revealed, her eyes scanning every inch. Rina cupped your base with her fingers and put your cock straight, and Gawon reached out to run her fingertips along the back of your cock.

“I knew it was big because of how good it felt in my hand…” Gawon murmured, running her fingers up your shaft to your tip. There she made a few circles.

“Want to know what it feels like in your mouth?” Rina asked, her gaze jumping between your cock and Gawon’s, her lips parted.

Gawon looked up at you.

“Don’t even ask me if you can, you know what I’m going to say,” you said, and Gawon smiled.

“Very well…”

Gawon leaned forward, licked her lips, and took your cock to slowly lick the right side. Rina did the same on her side. Then they both began placing wet kisses over every inch, already soaking you a little with their saliva.

Rina stayed on the bottom, but Gawon slowly moved up to your tip, swirling her tongue there. You moaned softly, your gaze fixed on hers as she did so. It didn’t take long until she took you between her lips, sucking gently and then lowering her head further and further. She stopped halfway through, unable to take any more, but then began pumping with slow, deep movements.

“Oh yeah…” you gasped, both arms draped over the back of the couch as Gawon’s warm, wet mouth ran up and down your cock. “She’s good.”

Rina, always happy to participate, kissed and licked in small circles over every area Gawon left uncovered when she moved her head.

Gawon pulled you out of her mouth a few long seconds later, sucking some saliva from your tip.

“It feels as good in my mouth as it does in my hand…” she panted, rubbing your tip with her fingers. “Now I just need to know how it feels inside me.”

Rina took the space Gawon had left and took you into her mouth, lowering her lips until, in a single deft movement, she took your entire length inside her, your tip rubbing against her throat. She loved doing that because she knew it drove you crazy.

“Wah… she’s talented,” Gawon mentioned, cupping your balls with her hand to squeeze them, something that, combined with Rina’s deepthroat, drew a loud moan from you.

“God, you have no idea,” you said.

After a few seconds, Rina coughed a good amount of saliva on your base and pulled her head back with a sharp intake of breath.

“Keep up with me, unnie,” Rina panted, rubbing her hand over your cock before taking you back into her mouth.

Rina’s blowjob quickly became fast and sloppy, with Gawon sucking, licking, and salivating on your balls with contrasting gentleness. Rina released your cock with a loud pop and swirled her tongue around your tip, and Gawon seized the moment to slide her lips up your shaft until she took you into her mouth.

“Fucking hell…” you moaned, throwing your head back.

Gawon sucked on your cock with slow, passionate strokes, letting out small moans, while Rina kissed your balls and around your base. As Gawon pulled you out of her mouth again, they both worked together to use their tongues simultaneously on your shaft, meeting at your tip and almost kissing with it in between.

“Girls…” you murmured, one hand on Rina’s head and the other on Gawon’s shoulder. They didn’t seem to hear you, absorbed by the priority task of sucking your cock, but you knew if they kept going like that, you were going to cum soon. “Stop, stop,” you said louder.

They both stopped in their tracks, Gawon pulling you out of her mouth to look into your eyes. Rina wiped some saliva from her chin.

“Are you okay?” Gawon asked.

“Fucking great,” you replied. “But I don’t plan on cumming yet.”

“Let’s play with unnie for a bit, then,” Gawon said, looking at Rina.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

Gawon stood up and sat to your right on the edge of the couch, knees together. She patted her thighs.

“Come and sit here, Jimin-ah,” Gawon ordered, and Rina hurried to obey. She was about to straddle her, but Gawon stopped her. “Nuh-uh, turn around. Or maybe you don’t want oppa to eat your pussy?”

Rina bit her lip, moaned, and nodded. She turned her back to Gawon and lowered her ass to plant it right on her lap. You stood up, and as you knelt in front of them, Gawon parted her knees to separate Rina’s as well. Now what you saw in front of you were two slits stacked on top of each other, both pairs of panties wet in the middle.

Gawon grabbed Rina by the chin and turned her face to kiss her, wrapping her arms around her to cup both tits with her hands and squeeze them. And Rina left one hand on her own thigh and brought the other back to stroke the hair on the nape of Gawon’s neck.

You snapped out of your trance and settled between both pairs of open legs, pushed Rina’s panties aside, and placed your hands on her thighs to plant your mouth against her delicious, wet folds.

Rina moaned against Gawon’s lips and clung to her, lowering her left hand from her thigh to your head. Gawon then slipped Rina’s right arm behind her head and twisted her upper torso toward her, so she could lean down and take Rina’s right mound into her mouth.

The sound of the music was soon joined by Rina’s moans, beautiful and needy as you traced slow lines across her pussy, and Gawon salivated over her nipple while pinching the other with her hand. A few seconds later, you focused on her clit, sucking it between your lips and licking it faster and faster. Rina whimpered at the ceiling of the suite, clutching your hair with one hand and Gawon’s forearm with the other.

“You like that, unnie?” Gawon asked in Rina’s ear, massaging both of her tits with firm, deep squeezes. Rina just nodded, her eyes closed, her brow furrowed, and her mouth agape.

You added a finger inside Rina’s pussy, curling it upward inside her. Your tongue sped up as well, and Gawon began to kiss her neck as you gradually brought her to her limit. Rina then tensed, and her thighs began to tremble before she came on your mouth.

“Fuckkkk!!!” Rina squealed, pulling on both your hair and Gawon’s, her entire body seized by intense spasms.

Gawon lowered her hand from Rina’s tummy to her pussy, finding her clit with her fingers. The message was clear to you: ‘Go on, but leave this part to me.’ You obeyed without question, adding another finger inside Rina and frantically pumping your wrist, making your palm collide with her pussy.

Rina’s moans completely overlapped the music, a complete uproar that filled the entire suite. Gawon moved down again to take one of her tits in her mouth, alternating between gentle bites and licks, and then moved back up to her ear.

“Again, unnie,” Gawon murmured, biting her earlobe. “Cum again.”

Overwhelmed, Rina surrendered completely to you and reached her second consecutive orgasm almost immediately. Gawon had to hold her tight, her face buried in her neck as she showered it with kisses while you collected every drop from her pussy with your mouth, the delicious juices delighting your palate.

After a few seconds, Rina stopped shaking like crazy and leaned completely against Gawon, who in turn had to lean back against the backrest because Rina was practically a dead weight at that point.

“You guys are… wonderful,” Rina gasped, trying to find her own breath.

“I know, right?” Gawon smiled, caressing her waist and thighs. “Don’t you want to return the favor?”

“I can barely breathe right now,” Rina replied, then looked at you. “But I’m sure oppa will gladly take care of it, right?”

Gawon stared at you.

“I’m always up for eating a beauty’s pussy,” you replied, your mouth still stained by Rina’s very slight squirt. “Want a taste?” you asked, pointing to your lips.

Gawon gently moved Rina off her and sat further on the edge of the couch, leaning forward. You rose up onto your knees, grabbed her face, and crashed your lips against hers, kissing her for the first time alone.

“May I?” you asked against her lips, your hands on the straps of her top. Gawon just nodded and kissed you again.

As you shared a deep, sloppy kiss, you unzipped the back of her top and pulled the straps off her shoulders. The top fell to her knees, her small tits now free. Next, you grabbed her peachy colored panties and pulled them down off her perfectly toned, long legs, and with that, you broke the kiss.

“Lay back and relax, sweetie,” you said, your gaze fixed on her pretty, bare pussy, crowned by a light bush.

Gawon spread her legs wide, rested her feet on the edge of the couch, and leaned back against the back of the couch, both arms arched back and held onto it. You parted your knees to get lower and leaned forward, starting with kisses on the inside of her soft thighs and slowly moving closer to her pussy.

When your mouth met her folds, Gawon pursed her lips and let out a low moan. You explored her pussy gently at first, paying attention to every tiny reaction, searching for something she liked. Then, more confident in what you were doing, you moved up to lick her clit with precise movements. She, less expressive than Rina, moaned softly and clutched your hair with the fingers of one hand, guiding you and making sure you did a good job.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Rina recover. She got on her knees and fell sideways towards Gawon, wrapped her arm around her, and went straight to sucking on her pretty little tits. Gawon wrapped an arm around her back and moaned louder, letting her head fall back against the headrest.

You placed both hands on her thighs and squeezed them, before bringing them up to your shoulders and closing them around your head, her long legs making you feel like a spider had trapped you. She tightened her fingers in strands of your hair, moaning gradually louder until her thighs were pressed against your head.

“Mmmgh god!!” you heard her squeal, until she came within seconds, grinding her hips up and down between spasms that made her entire lower body tremble. You hugged her thighs, suffocating from the lack of air but simultaneously horny as hell for it.

It was Gawon herself who released your head from between her thighs and let her legs rest, spread out toward the floor. You took your mouth off her pussy and looked up. Rina had kissed her again, and they separated to look at you after a minute.

“Shall we go to bed, daddy?” Rina asked, removing her panties, which by that moment were nothing but a nuisance. Now the three of you were completely naked (except for your stockings, which were sacred).

“Well, I’m not gonna fuck you on that couch. It’s very nice, but it’s not big enough,” you replied, standing up.

You offered them your hands, and they took them to stand up. Still holding them, you led them to the other side of the room to stand in front of the bed. Rina climbed up and crawled to the center, grabbed a pillow, and positioned it to rest her head on it. You were on top of her in no time, your forearms resting on either side of her body before kissing her.

Rina threw her arms around your head and hugged you, moaning against your lips and letting you take control of her. Gawon was next to you, lying very close to your bodies, on her side with one hand on her thigh and propped up with an elbow.

You let your body and Rina’s rub against each other, and after a few seconds, you broke away from her lips to trail kisses that started at her chin, passed over her neck and collarbone, and ended at her tits. Rina lifted her chest, allowing you to slide your hands under her body, hold her back, and devour her tits, each nipple being licked, sucked, and kissed equally.

When you left her tits soaked with your saliva, you moved back up to kiss her, but this time you hooked her legs behind her knees, spread them wide, and let the tip of your cock rub against her wet pussy. Rina moaned and bucked her hips, seeking more contact.

“Fuck me daddy, please,” she moaned against your lips.

You bit her lower lip and pulled at it slightly. Then you reached down and took your cock to rub it between her silky folds.

“Do you need it badly, baby?” you murmured, looking into her eyes.

“I need it so badly,” Rina nodded, her cheeks flushed and her pupils dilated.

The truth was, so did you, and you weren’t going to prolong the wait much longer. So, you aligned your cock with her, pushed your hips forward, and slowly slid into her, inch by inch, patiently. Rina dug her nails into your shoulder blades, her back arching as your cock disappeared inside her.

“Fuck…” Gawon gasped from your left. “You put it… all the way in.”

“And it feels so gooood!” Rina moaned.

As you began to move back and forth slowly, fucking her with every inch of your length, you looked to your left to meet Gawon’s eyes.

“Why don’t you get on top of her?” you asked. “I know you wanted her to eat you.”

Gawon looked at Rina, who in turn looked back at her. Rina nodded, and Gawon was soon straddling her, facing you, her knees propped up on her arms, her ass hovering just inches from Rina’s mouth. She didn’t fully sit down, perhaps out of shyness, but it was enough for Rina to grab her thighs and begin eating her out.

“Oh my…” Gawon moaned, her hands gripping Rina’s waist. “She’s… intense.”

“Don’t remind me,” you replied, leaning slightly toward her. Gawon then closed the distance and met your lips.

As you and Gawon clashed tongues, Rina moaned beneath her and licked her enthusiastically. You pounded into Rina with a strong, steady rhythm, your hands pressing back against her fleshy, pale thighs. Gawon moaned louder and louder, accidentally drenching your lips with saliva.

The mouths of you three were all busy, so none of you managed to say a single word. The only things that filled the walls of the room were the distant sounds of the city, the music coming from your speaker still on the coffee table across the room, and the moans of Rina and Gawon.

As the seconds passed, you moved faster against Rina’s wet pussy, making her body shake back and forth with each collision of your pelvis against hers. Her heavy tits bounced as well, always hypnotic in your eyes. Gawon moved her hands back to play with both of them, especially pinching and fondling her nipples. Then you let go of one of Rina’s thighs, bringing your right hand under Gawon to rub her clit.

The two of them quickly became a quivering mess of moans, Rina crazy with how well you were fucking her and Gawon overwhelmed by Rina’s tongue and your fingers. Rina was the first to cum, her pussy squeezing you as she squealed against the pussy on her face. Then Gawon released one of Rina’s tits and gripped your shoulder tightly, finally placing her full weight on Rina’s face to grind against it. You continued rubbing as fast as you could, finding reward mere seconds later when Gawon puckered her lips, dug her nails into your skin, and exploded into Rina’s mouth.

“Shit!! Mmmgh!!!” Gawon whimpered, her brow furrowed. Rina moaned desperately beneath her, clutching at her ass and making the muscles in her arm stand out. “Unnie!!!”

You pulled out of Rina’s pussy and moved back slightly. Gawon collapsed forward, still shaking, and you, by inertia, guided your cock into her mouth for her to take. Gawon sucked you between moans, slurping and tasting Rina’s fluids while simultaneously cleaning you.

“Do you like being on top or on bottom, sweetheart?” you asked Gawon as she pulled out of her mouth, your shaft glistening in her saliva.

“Mmm… you’re too handsome not to let you fuck me hard,” Gawon said, kissing your lower abdomen as she looked up at you. “But not bouncing on a cock like this would be a waste.”

“I’m all yours then,” you replied, and moved away to lie down beside Rina.

Gawon quickly climbed on top of you, her thighs on either side of your body. She arched toward you, grabbed your face, and kissed you hard. She wasted no time reaching between your bodies, grabbing your cock, and holding it upright before slowly impaling herself on it.

And holy snap, that pussy was tight, tight as hell.

“Girl, what the fuck…” you gasped against her lips, holding onto her waist. Her long, dark hair was falling over your face. “Are you sure you’re not…?”

“No, I’m not a virgin,” Gawon replied immediately, hands on your chest as she took her time lowering her hips onto you. “My pussy feels this good. Just relax and enjoy it.”

It didn’t feel good; it felt fucking crazy. And it only got better when Gawon lowered her hips the rest of the way down and took you completely inside her pussy, which felt like a boa constrictor about to finish its damn prey. She grabbed your neck, kissed you again, and began to move up and down slowly, moaning against your lips.

Gawon proved to be an excellent fucking rider, as as the seconds passed, her hips moved faster and faster on you. You held her by the waist, occasionally moving your hands up her back to rub her and also moving down to squeeze her ass. She then tried to bounce on you, but apparently her drunken state prevented her from coordinating her movements.

“Fuck,” she groaned. “We’ll have to use the other method.”

Gawon straightened her back and climbed off your cock, turned her back to you, planted her feet on the mattress, and impaled herself on you again, now bouncing in a reverse cowgirl, her long dark hair in your face. Your hands went under her ass, helping her quickly bounce on you.

“I want to see that…” Rina said to your right, and ready to get back into the action, she sat up and crawled between your legs, facing Gawon. She got on her hands and knees. “Does that pussy feel good, daddy? It looks like it’s squeezing you really, really good.”

You couldn’t even respond because of how good it felt, fingers clenched in Gawon’s ass as she bounced on your cock. Rina grabbed Gawon’s hair and pulled it all over one shoulder, finally clearing your vision and allowing you to watch as she bent down, leaned between your legs, and took your balls into her mouth.

“Oh my god,” you gasped and closed your eyes, focused on delaying your climax as long as possible against the overwhelming odds.

Rina sucked on both balls, salivating and slurping on them. Then she moved her lips to your base to lick it, and finally, she focused on Gawon’s pussy, licking her clit with a frenzied devotion that made her whimper like she hadn’t before. Gawon dug her nails into your ribs and picked up speed before slamming her ass down and cumming with a strangled cry. And if her pussy was normally tight, as she came it felt like it was going to crush your cock and make it explode.

“Oh my god, woman, ugh!” you groaned, one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her thigh, her walls throbbing and squeezing you.

Gawon bounced slower on you, letting her body shake until she stopped and just ground her hips. When her climax passed, she collapsed backward, her back pressed against yours, and sought your lips for a kiss. You wrapped your arms around her and pleasured her, making her sigh in satisfaction.

“Did it feel good?” you asked against her lips.

“I’ve never felt this good in my life, that’s my answer” she sighed, cupping your face with one hand.

“Hey, jagiya,” you heard Rina call out to you. When you broke away from the kiss with Gawon, you looked at her. You found her on all fours, her knees apart, her ass expertly raised, and the side of her face against the mattress, looking at you. “Come and take me from behind… will you?”

You placed a hand on Gawon’s abdomen and pulled her off you, immediately going to kneel behind Rina and drive your cock all the way into her pussy with one single thrust.

“Mmmgh, yes!” Rina moaned, her hands flat on the mattress. You rested your cock all the way in so she could feel you throb. “Hard, daddy… you know how I like it.”

You took Rina’s hands, crossed them behind her back, and held her forearms together with your left hand before beginning to move your hips back and forth. The pace grew faster and faster, until each thrust made the soft flesh of her buttocks jiggle.

Gawon appeared on your right, positioning herself face down near your bodies to watch as Rina moaned against the sheets, her body being shaken by hard, rapid thrusts.

“This is where you know I haven’t done this before, because I have no idea what the fuck to do,” Gawon said, watching intently as your slick cock slid in and out of Rina’s pussy.

A chuckle escaped you. You thought about it for a second.

“Get under her,” you said. “I’ll make room for you.”

You reached forward with your right hand, grabbed a handful of Rina’s short hair, and pulled back so hard that she lifted her chest off the mattress, enough for Gawon to squeeze under her and take one of her tits into her mouth.

Rina whimpered in pleasure and looked up at the ceiling.

“Spank my ass, daddy, spank it hard, please please please!” Rina squealed.

You raised your hand and delivered a sharp, stinging slap to Rina’s left buttock, the mark reddening almost instantly. You delivered another one to the opposite side, and Rina cried out. Now her buttocks resembled two cute peaches.

Gawon, beneath her, devoured her tits with utmost dedication, drowning herself between them and occasionally letting them bounce on her face. But not content with that, she reached out and reached for Rina’s pussy, rubbing her clit while licking one of her nipples. Rina’s pleasure multiplied, and you held her by the hair and forearms until she came.

“No way I’m done with you yet,” you panted, fucking her slowly while she whimpered and kissed Gawon. “Stand up, right now.”

Despite her thighs trembling, Rina obeyed the order as if it had been God himself who gave it to her, quickly moving away from you and getting off the bed. She didn’t know what to do, so you pointed your finger as you got off as well.

“Against the wall,” you said, and Rina quickly braced herself with her hands against it, her back arched and her ass raised for you. You positioned yourself behind her and went back inside her pussy.

Gawon got off the bed too, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw her close the curtains on that side of the balcony, since someone could easily see you from one of the high floors of the buildings across the street.

“Fuck, thanks, I didn’t remember that detail,” you said to Gawon, but with your eyes on Rina’s ass as you fucked her hard again.

“You’ll thank me later, handsome,” Gawon said, getting on her knees to crawl in front of Rina.

You grabbed one of Rina’s legs and lifted it up, holding her thigh to fuck her at a deeper angle. Gawon spread her knees to the sides to lower her body and get underneath you, licking Rina’s pussy and sucking your balls every time they hit her.

“You'r gonna cum inside me, right daddy?” Rina asked between moans, her tits bouncing as if they had a life of their own with each of your thrusts. You grabbed one with your free hand and played with it.

“I’m gonna cum so fucking much inside you, sweetie,” you groaned, your fingers pressing on her thigh and mound.

And in fact, you were very close to doing so. Gawon was doing an impeccable job down there with your balls, and she was also caressing your thighs and buttocks. That, combined with the fact that Rina’s pussy felt especially deadly that day, led to the tingling sensation seconds later.

“Come here, jagiya,” you grabbed Rina by the back of her head, pulled her off the wall, and pressed her back against your chest before exploding inside her with a deep thrust. “Mmmgh shit!!”

You pressed her raised thigh against her body and somehow managed to wrap both arms around her, one under her thigh and the other across her chest. Rina whimpered and held onto your hands, her mouth half-open and paralyzed as you shot your hot load inside her. It was only a matter of time before…

“Oh fuuuuckkkk!!!” Rina groaned, dropping her head back onto your shoulder as she came too.

“That’s a good cum slut…” You smiled, placing kisses on her cheek and chin.

When your climax passed and you’d left all your cum inside her, you slowly pulled out of her pussy to make it spill onto the floor.

Or so you thought, because Gawon was quick to collect every drop that fell from Rina’s pussy, letting it fall onto her tongue. She then proceeded to lick it directly from between her folds, and finally, she kissed the thigh where some of your cum had dripped. She didn’t leave you unattended, as she grabbed your sensitive cock and put it in her mouth to suck it clean.

“You still have something for me, don’t you?” Gawon asked, kissing the tip and the underside of your shaft.

“Go to bed before I go soft,” you said.

Gawon stood up and went to lie on her side in the center of the bed. You let go of Rina’s thigh, carried her with your arms under her buttocks, and placed her on the right side of the bed so she could rest. Then you climbed in as well, laying sideways behind Gawon, and let her push her ass against you before returning inside her pussy.

Your cock was still quite sensitive, and the fact that Gawon’s pussy felt demonic certainly didn’t help. You were forced to go as slowly as possible at first, cuddling with Gawon’s slender body and letting the pain slowly fade.

“Don’t you want a break?” Gawon asked, looking into your eyes. Her hand was on the back of your neck, stroking your hair there.

“Fuck the break right now,” you replied, one hand on her waist before you began to move steadily. “Just kiss me, beauty.”

Gawon obeyed and crashed her lips against yours, your sweaty bodies as close as possible. You slipped your left arm under her head and wrapped your other arm around her, one foot planted on the bed to rapidly pump your hips. Her pussy was tight as fuck, but also stupidly wet, allowing you to slide the entire length of your cock in and out of her without much difficulty.

“I knew you were going to fuck me so fucking good,” Gawon moaned against your lips, dropping her head onto your arm. “Please keep going like that, mmmgh!”

You slid your right hand down her leg to cup the back of her thigh and lift her up, wrapping your arm around it to hold it up. Then you went as fast as you could, making the bed beneath you shake with your thrusts while you kissed Gawon’s neck and shoulders. A couple of minutes later, constantly increasing and decreasing the pace but never stopping moving, Gawon came, making you feel like she was going to split your cock in half again.

“Fucking…” you pursed your lips and groaned, burying your face in Gawon’s neck, as she held onto you with all her strength. “Fuck… one day you’ll kill someone with that thing.”

“Don’t stop,” Gawon gasped. “Don’t fucking stop.”

You pulled out of her and knelt up. Gawon rolled over onto her back and spread her long legs wide, inviting you back inside. To your right, Rina was facing you, lying with her arms tucked up against her chest. She made eye contact with you as you returned to Gawon’s pussy.

“I don’t think I can take any more in my pussy…” Rina murmured. “But you still have my mouth.”

“That’s more than enough for me, baby,” you winked at her, and focused back on Gawon.

As you fucked Gawon’s pussy between heavy breaths and frantic thrusts, Rina crawled toward you and got on her hands and knees to get closer to your crotches. She touched Gawon’s clit a little with her tongue, but then moved up to distribute wet kisses and licks on her cute tummy.

A minute later, you suddenly pulled out of Gawon, and Rina instantly stuck her tongue out, her mouth wide open to receive your cock, which you pushed all the way back slowly, holding her hair. When you reached her throat, you tightened your fingers in strands of her hair and groaned, letting it rest a bit before beginning to pump furiously.

Rina took every inch without wrinkling her face or retracting her tongue; she was a good girl and let her mouth be just a toy for you. She did gag, but it was very infrequent, which was impressive enough considering you were thrusting like crazy and her saliva was accumulating in huge amounts inside her mouth, falling onto Gawon’s tummy.

After a few seconds, you pulled out of Rina’s mouth and instantly went back inside Gawon’s pussy, which felt even better now that it was drenched in Rina’s hot saliva. A bit later, you pulled out again and went back to Rina’s mouth. So on, over and over until you made Gawon cum again. As she thrashed through her spasms, you went back to Rina’s mouth and let her bring you close to climax, but then you went back to Gawon’s pussy.

“D-don’t cum inside me!” Gawon managed to say, her hand on your abdomen. “I’m not sure about it!”

You questioned her in your head, but a no was definitely a no, so you quickly pulled out of her pussy and knelt beside her to masturbate over her wonderfully beautiful face. Gawon just closed her eyes and kept her mouth half-open until you exploded on it.

“Oh my god!” you groaned, biting down hard on your lower lip.

You coated Gawon’s cheeks and lips with your cum, some falling into her mouth. She opened her eyes and tilted her face to take you, letting the remaining drops fall inside. Rina lay down next to her and waited patiently for her to pull you out of her mouth so she could lick your cum off Gawon’s face, then kiss her.

You admired the scene of the two of them sharing a sloppy kiss in silence, trying to regulate your breathing.

“I’ll get you some wet wipes,” you said.

With your legs shaking terribly, you managed to stand up and go find your backpack, from which you took out a pack of wet wipes you had bought just days ago. You went to bed with them and offered it to Rina.

“Thanks, jagiya,” Rina smiled, and blew you a kiss before taking the pack.

The energy suddenly drained from your body, causing you to collapse next to Gawon. Rina patiently and lovingly cleaned the three of you up, leaving the pack of wet wipes on the floor before getting comfortable on the bed.

“Shit, my phone,” Gawon gasped, sitting up with a start. She quickly got out of bed and ran naked to the other side of the room to grab her phone from the coffee table. She also turned off the damn speaker, doing you a huge favor. “Fuck, my manager is bombarding me. I should go.”

Rina took advantage of the fact that Gawon wasn’t between you and hurriedly snuggled up to you.

“Aren’t you staying over?” Rina asked with a pout, looking at Gawon. “It’s cold today, and I could use an extra body to keep me warm.”

“As much as I’d love to, I can’t,” Gawon sighed, putting on her underwear. “I’m going back to Korea tomorrow and I have to be with the staff very early.”

“Then you can leave very early and solve it, no?” you asked as Gawon put on her top and looked for her safety pants and leggings.

“I don’t work that way, dear, sorry,” Gawon replied. “Besides, I’m not going to be anyone’s third wheel; you two are quite comfortable there.”

“Well, whatever you want,” you sighed, watching as she finished dressing and combing her hair. “Thanks for the night anyway, sweetheart.”

Gawon arrived at your side, ready to leave, and blew you both two kisses.

“Thanks to you, cuties,” she smirked and walked toward the door. “With any luck, we’ll see each other in the morning. Bye!”

You and Rina waved goodbye, and Gawon quickly left the room, closing the door with a quiet click.

“Well… that leaves the two of us alone,” Rina said, snuggling against your chest and wrapping her arms and legs around you. “Again.”

Rina giggled and found your lips to kiss you very softly, caressing your chest. After a few seconds, she pulled away and leaned against your collarbone.

“Wasn’t this one of the best nights of your life?” she asked, tracing circles on your chest with a finger.

“Top 5, that’s for sure,” you replied. “And it’s all thanks to you.”

“Me?” Rina pretended to be surprised. “Why is that?”

“Because you’re a ray of sunshine that improves absolutely everything it touches.” You hugged her against you with your arm, caressing her bare back with two fingers. “You have that… fuck, how do I explain it? Effect on people where you just fill them with your good energy, you know? That’s not even counting the fact that… well, you’d be the best fuck of anyone’s life.”

Rina laughed loudly and punched you in the chest.

“You were about to make me cry!” she protested, still cackling.

You laughed too, more quietly.

“I’m sorry, jagiya,” you said. “But yeah… just thanks, for everything.”

Rina fell silent, and you remained lost in your thoughts. Without a doubt, what you felt most for her was a deep attraction and sexual chemistry, but something else stirred inside your heart. Small, threatening to grow. A seed that, with enough water, could become something more. That worried you, but you didn’t verbalize it.

“ Jagiya, are you okay?” Rina asked, looking up. “You seem… worried.”

“Hm?” You raised your eyebrows and looked at her. “No, I’m fine,” you shook your head. “I’m just exhausted, dear.”

“Sure?”

You nodded and kissed her forehead.

“Okay…” Rina snuggled up to your collarbone again. “Thank you too, jagiya. You’re just… wonderful.”

After that, Rina was the first to fall asleep. The room fell silent, with only Milan’s faint hustle and bustle in the background from both balcony windows, leaving you with too many thoughts in your mind.

You were starting to have feelings for her. Romantic feelings.

You couldn’t afford it, but you were a man who often thought with his heart. Virtue or curse? You’d never stopped to think about it.

That would be a problem for your future self. In that moment, you let exhaustion carry you straight to sleep.