Momo hands you some kind of performance enhancement in Japan and you both crack each other.
“What are you thinking about?” Momo asks, glancing at you from the corner of her eye to see if you’re watching her.
“Nothing,” you say, eyes closed, arms folded as you sink deeper into the massage chair.
“How do you think of nothing? How is that possible?”
“I’m just thinking about nothing, Momo.”
Momo doesn’t understand a single damn thing, so she sighs, “About today, why did you call it boring? I didn’t really get that.”
“Being bored means I’m doing my job properly.”
Momo takes the drink and walks over, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips. “Alright then. Here, have this. I know it’s been a long day.”
Playfully, you turn it around with suspicion tugging at the edge of your smile. “You first.”
“Yeah? Okay.” She lifts the cup, hesitating with her lips just above the rim. Then, to your surprise, she gulps down half and passes it back. You take it, hesitating too, but say fuck it to whatever doubts you had and down the whole thing. The taste is tangy and tropical, a mix of orange and pineapple that feels bright and sharp. But there’s a strange bitter aftertaste you can’t quite describe.
You lick your lips and try to catch the aftertaste again with a gulp, “What did you put in here?”
She smirks, alarming your instincts. “Tastes like energy drink, right?”
You want to doubt it. Or maybe you’re just overthinking, imagining Momo would have other wicked intentions while it’s just the two of you in a luxurious vacation home she rented out.
“Whatever,” you reply, putting the drink down on the table. “Shouldn’t you at least show me around Japan, Momo?”
“I’m not your bodyguard,” she laughs. “What’s left to see? Red light district? Drop cash on some girl, take her to a hotel, then sneak back to fuck me because she couldn’t satisfy you? Even if she’s smoking hot, she probably can’t fuck you like I do.”
You’re speechless. Literally.
Coincidentally, the place Momo rented out for two days looks like a love-hotel–inspired vacation home. Hints of red flood the rooms in shadows and glints, from the plush curtains to the gleam of polished surfaces, casting everything in a bold, almost urgent light. The bed is soft and familiar, like the one you have back home. Everything in this place screams luxury, from the kitchen to the architectural garden out back.
On the surface, Momo wanted some fresh air in her home country. No real reason, other than attending a fashion brand event that you couldn’t care less about. But beneath that polite excuse, it was clear she wanted something more for herself—clear enough that you booked a five-star hotel under your name for her manager, leaving the vacation home all to yourselves.
“That’s… not where I intended on going, Momo,” you say, crossing your arms again and sinking into the comfortable massage chair.
She settles across from you on the couch, eyes roaming you from head to toe while your mind drifts elsewhere. The sight stirs something reckless in her, a sudden, unspoken urge to shatter your ever-lasting calm composure.
“I know Sana came over a few days ago. Did you have fun with her, that slut?”
Your eyes spring open, glaring at her silently. It wasn’t friendly or mean, but you’d expect Momo to call Sana a friendlier word.
“Did I hit a nerve?” she ponders, a little taken aback when it was a small joke. “You aren’t in love with her, right, Oppa? I mean Tzuyu is—”
“No,” you quickly confirm to Momo as your voice softens, “why would you say that?”
“A little defensive, aren’t you?” Momo giggles and stares at you, then down to your crotch with a suppressed gulp. “What are you going to do about it?”
Nothing. You won’t do nothing about it in the comfort of relaxing on the massage chair. You want some peace and quiet for the meantime.
Momo waits for an answer, a bit too long as she becomes impatient. “I think I’ll go shower.”
She quickly gets up from the couch and leaves you in the living room, expecting you to join her once she’s fully naked in the shower. Of course, you won’t. You’re too comfortable in the massage chair, rooted in the kind of laziness that’s almost indulgent. You don’t even want to move an inch. The room falls quiet for a moment, until the sound of Momo stepping into the shower and turning it on cuts through. Whatever drink she gave you, your tiredness already fades. Was it really an energy drink? You can’t stop wondering.
Maybe that’s where you mess up—not joining Momo when she’s hinting for you to follow her into the shower. In your defense, you’re not feeling the sudden urge to get a little naughty with her right now. Or maybe she just wanted proper alone time, judging by the way she said it.
Distracted by your phone, you barely notice when Momo shuts off the shower and steps out to dry herself. The bathroom door stays closed but unlocked, as if she’s been waiting for you through the fog for fifteen minutes. With a sigh, she finally opens the door to the bedroom, at least expecting to find you waiting on the bed and giving you such a view of her naked.
Momo chuckles at the empty bed, hair still damp and clinging to her neck, droplets glinting along her shoulders. “That’s… a little annoying."
Reaching for her electric hairdryer, Momo switches it on and begins drying her hair. She frowns slightly as she watches herself emerge through the dissipating fog in the mirror, a trace of disappointment lingering. With a sigh, she calls out, “Oppa!”
Hearing Momo, you groan and push yourself up from the massage chair, moving toward the bedroom. Light spills from the master bathroom as you approach the bedroom, and there she is—naked, standing in the glow.
“Yes, Momo?”
She sets the hairdryer down, flipping it off with a soft click. “You’re smart… but sometimes dumb enough not to get the hint.”
You weren’t looking at her face; your eyes were glued to the rest of her, every curve and line pulling your attention. Every inch of Momo made your pulse spike, your desire hitting like a sudden jolt. Seeing her naked like this sends heat rushing straight to your core. Yet, part of you can’t help noticing her face, still dry, makeup untouched despite the shower.
“Are you just going to stand there and check me out?” Momo adds, while you remain silent. Noticing how hard you already are, she steps closer, hands resting lightly on your shoulders. “Tonight… I want you all to myself.”
Just to stoke the tension, you play a little hard with Momo, letting her imagination run wild for your amusement. “What if I say no?”
“Oh, Oppa,” she whispers, smirking, her gaze locking onto yours. She slides a hand down your chest, fingertips brushing over your abs, letting the touch linger just enough to tease. “You won’t regret it. Do I have to prove myself?”
You stay calm on the outside, mask perfectly in place, but your mind betrays you, remembering how she rode you last time—every movement nearly breaking you. It was a lot to handle, every thrust, every tilt of her hips, yet impossibly intoxicating. Her whimpers sounded like music you couldn’t stop craving, a melody that made you ache to feel her riding you again. Even now, the memory curls through your body, making it impossible to deny the way your desire coils tighter with every thought of her.
Momo presses her hands lightly against your shoulders, teasing, letting you feel the weight of what’s coming tonight. “I see why Jihyo stayed over for days. She spreads her legs so easily for you. The duality of her—so independent, so modest on the outside, yet craves creampies from you.”
You softly chuckle and lift Momo’s chin, forcing her gaze back to yours after she’d drifted toward your broad shoulders. “I think Nayeon ruined our time together. Is that why you brought me here? A second chance without anyone bothering us?”
“Just do me a favor and sit on the bed,” she says. You feel her gentle push, obeying, sliding onto the mattress as your eyes drink her in—every curve, every inch is yours for the night. No distractions, no worries. Momo walks toward you, then kneels on top, knees sinking into the bed as she settles. Your hands find her sides, and she begins to grind slowly, teasing you, her tits brushing against your chest, right in your face.
“You’re not taking my pants off, are you? Just going to tease me until I can’t take it anymore?”
“I like it better when you show some aggression,” she murmurs, leaning close to your ear. “I’m not like Sana.”
“Let’s not bring any names up, Momo,” you murmur, letting your hands sink into the soft, plump curve of her ass. She grinds against you slowly, every press and roll of her hips pressing into your palms, warm and weighty, sending shocks straight through your body. The scent of her shampoo mingles with the heat of her skin, making every nerve ache with need.
“Why? I’ll let you close your eyes and imagine this pussy as Sana’s. Or better yet, get the best of both worlds—my chest as Jihyo’s. Fuck me all you want tonight. I’m not stopping you.”
You’re stunned, too turned on to form words with your face trapped between her chest as lust coils through you. Every curve pressed against your skin drives a heat straight to your cock, and through the haze of lust and desire, a dull ache throbs in your head, teasing against the raw frenzy building inside you.
Maybe it’s the drink she gave you. Whatever it was, it hits like a rush that leaves your mind spinning and your body alive in a way that feels both thrilling and dangerous. That seems to be the case.
She smirks behind you, arms locking you in place as your lips trail over her chest. At least you’re aware of every inch, every movement, and somehow that makes it bearable, because even in this position, you’re getting a full faceful of her tits, and it’s impossible not to sink into it.
Momo shifts slightly and presses you closer until the weight of her chest pins your face in place. The warmth of her skin surrounds you, carrying the faint trace of shampoo and soap, while the soft swell of her tits drags across your lips. She grips your shoulders, steady and deliberate, showing how much she enjoys the tease and the power in holding you there. Your hands clutch at her sides, hungry and restless, and the low hum that slips from her throat runs straight through you is a quiet reminder that tonight she belongs to you.