Chapter 51: Backshots, Cosplay, League

Wednesday | March 20th, 2024 | 3:24 PM

How did I end up here? I was sweaty with my back to the bedroom door I had just closed behind me. My legs were aching and I was trying to catch my breath as I looked around the decorated but messy room. All around me, pieces of cardboard, paintbrushes, and bits and pieces of fabric were scattered all across the floor. In the corner of the room stood a few mannequins, each dressed in a half-finished cosplay.

If it wasn't clear enough, I was standing in the unoccupied bedroom of Park Minju, my cute, League-obsessed friend. I thought I could finally relax, but my heart was still pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The silence of the dorm was a stroke of luck. I was so horny that I didn't even think about her roommate being home, which thankfully, she wasn't.

I thought back to just moments ago, and the moments that led up to this point.

Wednesday | March 20th, 2024 | 3:09 PM

"You can't call yourself a nerd, that's appropriating my culture," Minju teased with a playful glint in her eyes.

"I'm a nerd by association," I said with a laugh. "You’d think after listening to you go on for hours about video game lore, I’d absorb some of it by osmosis?" We shared a laugh in the back of the class, completely ignoring whatever lecture or assignment we were supposed to be working on. We had a comfortable, easy-going friendship, built on a steady system of Minju's rambling and my patient listening.

She was genuinely cute, with her long, dark hair and her big, expressive eyes. She had a quirky, endearing charm that was impossible to resist. Her constant talk of League of Legends and cosplaying, which would normally be a turn-off for most, was, in her case, surprisingly captivating. She was so damn passionate, so genuine in her love for her hobbies, that it was hard not to be drawn in.

"Are you trying to say you find me boring? You better not be," she jokingly threatened.

"Boring? Nah. Maybe a little repetitive, though," I replied back, my smirk soft enough to show I was only kidding. "I can only hear so much about how much you love playing Katarina, you want to dress like Katarina, you think about playing Katarina in your sleep..."

"I don't think about her in my sleep," Minju said, "but you're right, I love Katarina."

"I'm not surprised, I guess," I shrugged.

"But back on what we were talking about, you're not a nerd just because you listen to me talk, that's not how it works. You have to do nerdy shit too."

"Alright, alright, fine. I'm not a 'nerd', happy now?" I said, using air quotes to show her just how seriously I was taking this. "Why are you so desperate to be an exclusive member of this club anyways? Is there some sort of secret handshake? Do you get a decoder ring in the mail?"

Minju looked at me blankly, and just shrugged. "I don't know, actually, I thought it was funny to argue about. Anyways, you should really play the game with me one day, I'll carry you."

"Here we go again," I sighed, grinning. This was probably the millionth time she invited me to play with her but I found myself not having as much time as I would like, especially after flunking the recent midterms and working at the boba shop and hanging out with Chaewon on the weekends.

"No time, you have 'other commitments'," she said sarcastically as she mocked the last two words. "Is it your turn to repeat yourself now?" Minju's smile softened.

"Yeah, yeah, alright," I shook my head. It really was a running joke with us. Up ahead, I noticed the professor was winding down his lecture. I nudged Minju with my arm, "I think we're done." My thought was confirmed when students around us started to pack up their bags, their murmurs rising and filling the once quiet lecture hall.

I threw my stuff down into my bag and slung it over my shoulders. As I got up from the desk, my foot clipped something, knocking it over. Minju's bag fell, spilling its contents across the floor. Pens and pencils spilled and clattered on the vinyl floor, with a few folders falling open.

"Ay, sorry Minju," I said, dropping to the floor to help gather her things. Minju nicely smiled, "It's okay." As she said that, I took notice of her getting down onto the ground to collect the stray pencils. My eyes immediately were drawn to the way she was bent over. Her back has a deep arch, almost to the point where her butt was stuck straight into the air behind her. Her black pants hugged her curves tightly, doing absolutely everything but leaving anything to the imagination. There was a visible panty line through her pants, but they looked different. They seemed smaller and slimmer on her body than the more generic type. The cut of the panty, and trust me I know my underwear, resembled a cheeky piece.

I was distracted by the way she moved around, reaching for pens instead of moving so she arched her back and stretched forward more instead of just moving onto her knees. It's a small movement, but she made it look very alluring and unintentional. The whole view put on a show for my own greedy eyes. The inner pervert in my brain was screaming in my ear.

A wave of nausea hit me, hot and acidic. Steal her panties. Steal her panties. The thought didn't whisper; it shrieked. Minju, innocent, sweet, nerdy Minju, who could lecture me for an hour on team composition in League without taking a breath. It was getting tainted in front of my very own eyes as I kept staring at her slim curved bottom.

Minju turned her head to look at me, her dark hair sweeping across her shoulder. Her eyes, wide and curious, met mine for a split second. She didn't seem to realize I'd been staring at her for the past couple of seconds. She smiled. "Aren't you going to help me?"

I snapped out of my daze, forcing a smile, a reflex so practiced it felt automatic. It was one thing to leer, but it was another thing entirely to get caught. "Right, sorry," I mumbled, shoving a rogue pencil into her bag before helping her off her feet and picking the bag up for her. "Thank you," she said in a polite tone, accepting her bag with a slight nod of her head as we both headed out of the lecture hall, our pace quickening to avoid the worst of the student traffic.

As we walked, I could feel Nakyung's phantom touch on me, a phantom heat around my crotch as it forced it to harden and press against the material of my jeans. It made it slightly uncomfortable to walk. Each brush of fabric against my growing erection was another jolt shooting up my spine and up to my brain.

It seemed like I had no time to recharge this week, first Suzy earlier this week. Now, my growing lust for Minju. Then, my hunt for Kazuha and Minji later this week. It was non-stop and my cock was starting to rule me more than my brain was, or my brain was slowly becoming ruled by my cock. The two parts of my mind were merging.

"Earth to Minjae," she nudged me with her elbow to pull me from the depths of my mind.

"Yeah, what's up?" I turned my attention back to the real Minju walking right next to me in the emptying building. "I asked what you were doing after class," she repeated herself, looking up at me.

"Oh, uhm." My mind raced. My list of excuses were drying out and my schedule was slowly filling up with less and less important, but more and more enjoyable events.

"Probably napping in my dorm," I murmured, not exactly putting much thought into it. Minju nodded, "Hmm, I'm probably going to the library to catch up on some other work. I was going to ask if you wanted to come with but now that you bring up going back to your dorm, we should play League."

"Screw your nap, I'm down if you're down," She eagerly added.

I coughed, thinking about needing to push her away from her dorm so I had as much unrestricted access. A reminder that I had a copy of her Student ID sitting in my wallet from a while back to use as an entry to my advantage.

"No, I think I'm actually just going to nap," I decided to reiterate my excuse, a bit firmer this time, "You should probably get your work done, stop thinking about games for once." A small laugh from her showed that she had accepted this response. She took a moment before she looked up at me with a playful pout. "You make it hard to stay away, Minjae. Fine, but only because I'm a good friend and respect your right to be boring."

"Yeah, whatever," I responded.

"Whatever you say," she sighed dramatically as I pushed the door open for us to leave the building. "I'll see you later," She said to me, walking the opposite direction towards the library. The warm afternoon sun hit my face as I squinted for a second.

"You too," I simply said.

I needed to get going. Without another wasted second, I turned on my heel and broke off into a sprint towards the Student Village, my backpack thumping against my back with each stride. The wind blew directly into my eyes as I moved, causing them to dry quickly and make it an annoyance.

It was a good five, six, seven minutes, a painful and sweaty jog over to the all female dorm building within the Student Village. I was lucky enough not to run into anyone I knew, not needing to explain to anyone why I was in such a rush. Once I arrived, I slowed down to catch my breath. Panting heavily, I dug into my wallet and found Minju's fake ID amongst the collection of copies I've made over the semester.

Letting myself into the all-girls building, I walked long strides to try and catch no one's astute attention. I wandered the building until I made it to Minju's floor and dorm. Without thinking, I used the ID and let myself into her dorm unannounced.

Wednesday | March 20th, 2024 | 3:26 PM

And that brings me to now. Standing in the middle of her bedroom with unrestricted access to her life, my hard on is still pressing against my jeans, and so is my anxiety. Granted, it was an extremely stupid idea. I didn't even check for a roommate, but I was blessed she wasn't home.

It seems that Nakyung's programming of me forgot to install a risk analysis sub-routine in my brain. But the risk made it more thrilling. That's what Nakyung taught me. And for now, the risk is paying off. I admired her room, spotting her gaming PC setup. Figurines littered her desk, a mix of dynamic, strong characters and a few more cutesy ones. Stuck to her monitor was a little webcam which I assumed she used for her streaming endeavors.

My paranoia had me believing it was actually a security camera until I took a moment to calm myself down. This is the life Minju lived, and the door has now been opened for me by an unlocked window in my security. Then my cock spoke again, pointing it past the cosplay materials and towards a laundry basket in her bedroom bathroom.

I pushed myself away from her computer desk and made my way over to her small bathroom, which smelled faintly of lavender and something else. Her scented body wash, probably. I knelt down and peeked inside her basket. The smell of her used and worn clothes washed over my face, but this fragrance did absolutely nothing but cause my cock to press even harder in my jeans.

Tucked on top, was a familiar sight. A pair of plain gray cotton panties, common fabric and common color. I pushed them aside, my mind racing. I dug deeper, my fingers brushing against the soft, worn fabric of her clothes, my nose filled with the scent of her sweat and her skin, a scent that was so uniquely Minju.

I wanted something more personal, more personal attachment of me to her, I wanted something less boring.

Tucked near the bottom, my fingers closed around a different texture. I pulled it out, and my breath hitched in my throat. Soft, nylon fabric, a deep, royal purple speckled with little, cartoonish ghosts. They were cheeky, high cut on the sides, a piece of swimwear more than underwear. They were vibrant, and I imagined they would look incredible against her pale skin.

As I held them, my fingers detected a dampness near the gusset. It was more than a simple, fresh out of the washer dampness, more of a deliberate spot of wetness. A faint, distinct odor reached my nose, mixing with the faint scent of the laundry detergent underneath. The aroma was musky, earthy, an intimate perfume that sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust straight to my groin. This was pungent, it made them better.

My breath was coming in ragged gasps, my heart was thumping a frantic, panicked rhythm against my ribs. I looked around the room, my eyes darting from corner to corner, expecting to see a sudden movement, to hear a key in the lock. The silence was a heavy blanket that smothered my own ragged breathing and the frantic, jackrabbit beat of my pulse.

I shimmied my pants down to my knees and took hold of the warm and fragrant pair of underwear. My eyes slowly closed as I wrapped the delicate piece of fabric around my cock. I used both my hands and slowly slid it downwards. The smooth nylon was a strange sensation, a teasing, soft friction that sent shivers down my spine. I started to stroke myself, my movements slow, deliberate, savoring the feeling of the soft fabric against my sensitive skin. The faint, musky scent of her was a potent aphrodisiac, a heady, intoxicating perfume that filled my senses and clouded my judgment.

"Ah, fuck," I groaned softly in her empty bathroom, unable to hold it in.

My mind went on auto pilot and my other arm snaked into the basket. I snatched out the first pair of underwear that my fingers could find, a cute baby pink lace pair. And like a starved man eating a meal for the first time in weeks, I brought the laced pair to my face. My body tensed, my muscles clenching as I pushed the gusset against my nose. Fuck, this one was even more pungent.

I'd imagine Minju sitting at her computer for hours and hours on end, sweating her womanly juices out into these cute pairs of underwear without even realizing the potent cocktail she was making within them.

The combination of both sensations, the soft nylon teasing my dick, the earthy aroma filling my nostrils, the image of her body flushed and frustrated in her seat as she played a game. I could feel a hot, tight pressure building in my groin, a familiar, welcome ache that I knew meant I was horny. I started to move faster, my strokes becoming more erratic, more desperate.

I got up from the floor and stumbled back into her bedroom, wanting to relieve myself in her private space as a final act of my transgression. My eyes were squeezed shut, my mind completely consumed by a single, overwhelming fantasy. Minju. I took an intrusive seat on her gaming chair right where she spends hours upon hours a day in.

"Minju… You're so… fucking hot." I found myself whispering into the quiet, empty dorm room as I stroked myself faster. My head fell back into her chair, my back curved upwards to show the tension built in my body. "F-Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Wait, wait, let me bait him in before you gank," Minju's frantic calls sounded out the room as I mindlessly scrolled on my phone. I turned my head over towards Minju who was hunched over in concentration. Her tongue was slightly out of the corner of her mouth. Her long black hair, which was usually down, was tied in a sloppy, loose bun.

I shuffled around under her blanket as I sat up in her bed to get a better look at her. But before I said anything, she let out a small groan, "Grr, he backed out. He saw you. He might've warded that earlier, I didn't see," she babbled on.

"You want some water? Maybe you need a break from playing that game of yours, you've been playing all day," I offered, my own throat was a little dry.

"I'm fine," she brushed my offer away. She was stuck in some gaming haze, her mind completely consumed by the digital battlefield. I went back to scrolling on my phone but I couldn't help but stare at her from the side.

I saw her shift her position in her chair. She moved her body slightly forward to get closer to the screen. She wasn't doing it on purpose, I told myself. But my mind, my depraved, overthinking mind, couldn't help but see the subtle, almost imperceptible way she arched her back, a small, unconscious gesture of invitation. Her black shorts, the kind she always wore when she was gaming, rode up her thighs, revealing more of her pale skin. The fabric was stretched tight across her bottom, outlining the shape of her ass.

My teeth ran across the bottom of my lip as my pants tightened at the sight. The sight was so simple, so innocent. Yet, it set a fire in my loins. I rolled over in her bed as my mind started to race. I needed to get up. I needed to go to her.

"God dammit," I heard her curse under her breath as she apparently died in the game.

I got up and out of her bed, leaving the warm confines of her blankets behind. I walked behind her computer desk and put my arms around her shoulders, resting my chin in the crook of her neck. "Need a break?" I repeated my earlier offer, but with a change of tone that made it less of a question, and more of a request to be free.

Her hand went up to cover her mic, "Not now, Minjae. I'm in the middle of a game." I didn't say anything and stared at her character's grey screen on the monitor. My eyes shifted over to her.

My arms unwrapped themselves from her as I got up and placed my hands on her shoulders. My thumbs found their way to her shoulder blades where I started to apply a gentle pressure.

"Thank you," She responded after a second. I hummed a response to her words as I continued to massage her, the tension slowly leaving her muscles. I let her keep playing while I continued to work my magic on her shoulders and back. The air in the room was still quiet except for the frantic tapping and clicking on her keyboard and mouse.

At some point, my hands glided down her shoulders and around her arms to her sides. She jumped at the new touch but didn't stop me, and my body responded instantly. I started to become hyperaware of every little brush and contact between my hands and her sides. I could feel her tense up for a second as my hands grazed the underside of her breasts.

She let out a small gasp, a little huff of surprise.

She didn't say anything, probably since everything she says would be heard by her teammates. I kept rubbing her sides, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her body was responding to my touch, her muscles tensing and relaxing in a slow, rhythmic pattern. I felt her breathe. "God dammit," Minju whined into her mic.

I upped the ante knowing she was aware of my touches, slipping my hands underneath her shirt and letting my cold touch conflict with her warm skin. Her body instantly tensed at the touch but still, no words.

I leaned over her shoulder and pressed a soft kiss on her neck, my lips lingering on her skin. She let out another soft gasp, her head tilting slightly to give me better access. Her character was back in the game. Her gameplay, however, seemed a little distracted.

"Minjae, not now," Minju whimpered quietly, one hand coming off of her keyboard to cover the mic again. Her eyes were still glued to the screen, her fingers hovering over the keys. Her body trembled under my hands, betraying the confidence in her words. She was mine.

"It's just a game Minju," I replied into her ear, my hands drifting dangerously downwards and upwards. Her legs were closed, but there was a small gap between her thighs and the chair. My other hand played around the underside of her bra before slipping past and grabbing ahold of her small, perky breast. At the same time, my other free hand slid downwards and into her shorts. I cupped my hands in a C formation to snake around her panties and onto the treasure.

Her breathing hitched in her throat, a sharp, ragged sound that was a perfect symphony to the quiet tapping of her mechanical keyboard. I began to feel her out. I was slow, I was deliberate.

My dick hardened as I began to press against the chair behind her, my movements becoming more urgent. I was close, so close to the edge. I wanted her, wanted to feel her wrapped around me, wanted to claim her completely.

"Hmph," Minju stifled her whines of pure pleasure, her focus from the battle now shifted away. At this moment in her ear, I could hear her in-game friends’ faint voices shouting orders at her for her to respond, to attack, to defend.

But Minju was preoccupied. Her hands were shaking on the keyboard, her character's movement sluggish and aimless. She was completely at my mercy. Her right hand left her mouse to bite on her own fingers.

I didn't stop. In fact, my automatic strokes only became more intense, my movements faster and more erratic. I pressed my fingers harder against her, my thumb finding that sweet spot, that sensitive nub of nerves that made her gasp and her toes curl. Minju couldn't help but let out an embarrassed squeal for me and everyone in her ear to hear.

I whispered into her ear again, "You're doing great." She tensed her legs, her whole body shuddering, a small, quiet moan escaping her lips. I could hear the faint sounds of confusion coming from her friends, her teammates through her headset. But at this moment, she wasn't their reliable mid-laner. She was the girl that was currently about to have an earth-shattering orgasm at the hands of her friend.

I continued to rub her through her panties, the damp fabric becoming slick with her arousal. The smell of her, a musky, intoxicating scent that was driving me insane, filled the air. The world outside of her and this room didn't exist.

And then I slipped a finger in. Minju let out a gasp and glanced back at me, with a look that pretty much yelled for me to stop embarrassing her but I could tell she was enjoying this. The taboo of it all, to be pleasured while all her friends heard her from the speakers.

My fingers circled and prodded, learning her shape from the inside out. Her wetness enveloped me. Each pump inside her elicited a new squeak of protest, but her hips began to rock against my hand, a silent, desperate plea for more. Her game was completely forgotten now. Her character stood still, motionless, a perfect target for the enemy team.

"L-Lagging," Minju excused her actions out of breath with a shaky voice that was a mix of arousal and embarrassment, the flimsy lie to her friends that probably didn’t believe her.

I had her where I wanted her. My hand on her boob squeezed gently. The one in her shorts pumped faster. The feeling that came with knowing she couldn't make a noise without the whole world questioning it turned me on in more ways than one. I was now a conductor of a public orchestra, with Minju as my unwilling violin in a symphony of suppressed moans.

I kept pumping, her slickness allowing for my finger to go deeper and deeper until I had a good rhythm going. My eyes watched as the little icon on the bottom left corner showed her character dying again.

Minju let out a frustrated sigh, a sound of surrender to both the game and my touch. I pressed a finger around her nub of a nipple and rubbed it while I continued to pump into her from another angle.

"Oh g-god," She whined quietly, the words directed at me now.

Her body arched, her back curving against the chair. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the armrests of her chair. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and agony. I used that moment to slip a second finger inside.

Her moans were no longer suppressed. A long, drawn-out moan, a symphony of pleasure and shame that echoed through the room and into the headset. It was a primal, instinctual sound that told everyone who was listening that she was completely and utterly at my mercy. Minju's face was red with embarrassment, she covered her own mouth with her free hand while her other one gripped my arm that was down her pants.

"I need to take a break," Minju announced into her mic, her words strained. She didn't wait for a response, as she moved her cursor to the "leave call” button. Her clicking was frantic, desperate. It was just us.

Finally, she could let herself go. "Nngh, Minjae," she moaned out my name, her head now leaning on me while my fingers continued to pump in and out.

"I... I think I'm..."

"You think you're what, Minju?" I breathed into her ear as her legs started to clamp down around my hand as her inner walls began to squeeze my fingers. She was at her limit. And then her body began to spasm in my arms. Her whole body tensed and then went limp as waves of her intense orgasm washed over her.

I held her until her breathing returned to normal, her body shaking with aftershocks of pleasure. The little whimpers that escaped from her lips as I slowly withdrew my fingers, coated in her essence, were a beautiful melody. She ejected her cum into her shorts, soaking her crotch and the chair under her.

I brought them up to my face, her musky, sweet scent filled my nostrils. I saw her watch me from the corner of my eye, her face still flushed and a look of shock and horror in her eyes as I stuck my fingers into my mouth and cleaned them with my tongue. Her flavor exploded on my tongue, a salty, tangy taste that was uniquely her. Minju's face got redder.

"F-Fuck you," she whispered, her voice a little shaky but with a new fire in her eyes as she caught her breath. "My friends… they… they'll think…"

"I kind of wished you kept them on the line a little longer," I admitted to her, a sly grin plastered on my face. "It would've been fun to see how they'd react to the way you just came all over your chair."

My other free hand was still on her boob, so I continued to massage her there. And after my little confession and with a fire lit under her own lust, she didn't object to my words or my touches anymore. Her body was no longer tense, but relaxed and yielding. She wanted more. I could see it in her eyes, feel it in the way she leaned into my touch, hear it in the soft, contented sighs that escaped her lips.

She turned herself around in her gaming chair to face me now. Her legs had given up a long while ago. "What do you want from me, Minjae?" she asked, her voice a low, husky whisper.

"You," I simply said. She sighed and looked around her room, processing my words, weighing the possibilities.

Without another word, Minju made her move. In one swift motion, she pushed her gaming chair back with a sudden squeak and lunged up at me, her lips colliding with mine in a hungry, desperate kiss. The taste of mint and something else, maybe the lingering taste of her juices on my tongue.

My hands were all over her, pulling her close, feeling the curves of her body through her thin clothes, and our breathing quickened. We were a whirlwind of tangled limbs and urgent, whispered words. I found myself falling backwards onto the bed, pulling her down with me, her legs straddling me.

I watched as she broke away for a moment, her hands flying to the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head in a single, fluid motion. Her bra followed, revealing small, perky breasts with hard, pink nipples. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined, all pale skin and delicate curves. A stark but beautiful, beautiful sight.

"Sheesh," I breathed. Minju leaned down her body on top of me. I couldn't resist, I needed a taste. But as I leaned forward with my puckered lips, she retracted and hummed.

"Nuh-uh," she teased with a giggle. She put a gentle but firm hand on my chest. "Close your eyes." A sly smirk played on her lips. I raised an eyebrow but complied. A sense of anticipation washed over me, a thrill of the unknown.

I felt her get off of me, the soft rustle of her movements a stark contrast to the thundering of my own heart. My ears strained to pick up any sound, any clue as to what she was planning. The world had narrowed down to just me and the darkness behind my eyelids.

And then I heard it, the sound of zippers, fabric being tossed to the floor. I wanted to open my eyes to take a peek, to satisfy my curiosity but by the time I had my eyes cracked open, Minju had already finished preparing a surprise for me.

She was dressed in a police officer cosplay, something she must've had lying around her room for one reason or another. Her long, slender legs were clad in sheer black stockings that disappeared up under a tight, blue one-piece jumpsuit. The fabric clung to her figure in a way that made my mouth go dry. Her long, black hair was down from the messy bun and sitting against her back. Completing the outfit were a pair of black, high-heeled boots, a police hat tilted at a jaunty angle on her head, and a pair of cute plastic handcuffs hanging from a loop on her belt.

I blinked, my mind trying to process the scene in front of me. "Do you like it?" Minju asked, spinning around in place, "It's a character from an anime I like." This was definitely something new. I wasn't sure how to react to this bizarre but unbelievably hot turn of events.

Minju strutted over to the side of the bed, her hips swaying in a way that made my erection throb with need. She loomed over me, a playful but dominant look on her face. "Hwang Minjae," she said, her tone a low, serious purr that was a perfect imitation of a real cop interrogating a suspect. "You're under arrest."

I let out a surprised laugh, "Under arrest for what?"

"Do you want me to list them off? Inappropriate conduct in my dorm." She moved her hands across my chest, "Disturbing my game of League of Legends. Using your fingers without explicit permission." She had a serious face on but she couldn't help but smirk. She was loving every bit of this. "You have the right to remain silent." She moved down and lowered her face to hover an inch away from my own. "But I don't think you will."

She gave me a light kiss that I tried to extend but she pulled away from too quickly. I saw her small finger point towards my hands. "Hands behind your back. Don't move," she commanded. The plastic cuffs in her hands looked cheap and fragile. But something about the way she held them, the way she looked at me, made me feel a surge of obedience. I couldn't explain it but I played along.

"Talk about inappropriate, officer. Look at how you're treating me," I played with her words as I put my hands behind my back. I felt the cheap plastic of the handcuffs tighten around my wrists, a small, clicking sound echoing in the quiet room.

"That's 'Officer Minju' to you, criminal," she corrected me with a teasing glint in her eyes as she gave me a pat on my restrained hands. There was something incredibly hot about seeing the nerdy girl from my class take on this role so easily.

"Officer Minju, please. I'll do anything," I added to the drama, my words a little too true for this to be fake acting, but she took it as a part of the performance anyway.

"Oh, I know you will," She grinned.

Minju then went straight for my pants, not even taking a moment to hesitate. "Let's see what you've been hiding from me." With a quick, efficient motion, she gripped my sweatpants and yanked them down, followed by my boxers. My erection sprang free, hard and eager for her touch.

"Looks like you've been expecting me," she said as she gave my cock a light touch. Her touch was electric, a jolt of pure pleasure that made my entire body tense up. I wanted more.

"Now," she said, her eyes fixed on my cock. "I think I'm going to have to conduct a... thorough investigation."

She leaned in, her long, dark hair tickling my thighs. I felt her hot breath on the sensitive skin, and I had to fight the urge to buck my hips, to force myself into her mouth. I was at her mercy, a prisoner in her custody.

"This is against procedure, officer," I panted, my voice a strained, desperate whisper.

"Officer Minju," she corrected me again, her lips curling into a small, playful smile. She then stuck her tongue out, and gave my shaft a slow, teasing lick from my balls all the way to the tip of my dick. The feeling was incredible, a warm, wet heat that sent shivers down my spine. My hips bucked up involuntarily, my cock smacking against the top of her lips in my excitement.

Minju's plump lips opened and with a sigh, she closed them around the top of my cock, her tongue swirling around the tip and teasing me to no end. "Fuck, Minju," I whispered, my hands clenching into fists behind my back, the plastic of the cuffs biting into my skin.

Her moans hummed around my shaft as she started to slowly take more of me inside her hot mouth and her hand started to slowly work on what she couldn't fit into her mouth. I was rock hard and my whole body trembled with a suppressed desire. Her mouth started to go up and down on my cock, her tongue swirling and dancing along my length, her lips creating a seal that sent waves of pleasure through my body.

Her movements were slow, and a mix of inexperience and curiosity led me to believe this was one of her, if not the first blowjob she has ever given.

I wanted to touch her, to run my fingers through her hair, to guide her movements, but the cuffs held me fast, a constant, frustrating reminder of my submission. And I wouldn't have it any other way. The feeling of being completely at her mercy, of being vulnerable to her every whim, was intoxicating. My dick was now completely gone from view, disappeared in her hot, willing throat. Minju had gone for my entire length with a gasp.

"You took it all, officer," I whispered. Her eyes shot up towards me as if I was talking to someone else. She pulled her head up slowly, allowing for her tongue to lick along my shaft as my dick left her mouth. A long string of saliva and pre-cum hung from her lips to my glistening tip.

"I've had my training," she answered as her chest heaved.

"Yeah? What are they teaching you down at the academy?" My breathing hitched as I watched her small hand go to work on my shaft, her fingers gliding up and down my slick length with a new sense of confidence.

Officer Minju leaned forward, her small breasts straining against the tight fabric of her blue jumpsuit. Her face came closer, her warm breath tickling my cheek. Her other hand fixed her hair behind her ear, letting it poke out cutely under her hat. "We learn how to handle dangerous, unpredictable criminals like you," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. Her fingers tightened around my cock, her thumb brushing against the sensitive head. I moaned, my hips arching off the bed, desperate for more.

She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through her chest and into my body. "We also learn how to make them talk, crumble, fold, you know," she continued, her hand moving faster now.

"You talk a big game, officer. But I want to see some action," I challenged her.

"Oh, you'll see action," she replied, a smirk on her face. "Plenty of it."

She pressed her hand onto my shoulder and pushed me down into the bed. Her other hand began to stroke me in earnest. Her movements were more confident now, her grip firm and sure. My breathing became ragged, a series of short, sharp gasps that did little to ease the tension building in my loins. My hands were still cuffed behind my back, a constant, frustrating reminder of my submission. But I didn't care. I was too lost in the pleasure of her touch, too captivated by the sight of her.

Minju's head lowered, her lips parting to take me in again, but not to give me pleasure. She hovered over me, her tongue teasing my length, her breath hot and heavy.

"Do you want this, Minjae?" she teased, her voice a low, seductive murmur. "Do you want my mouth on you?"

I couldn't speak. I could only nod, my mind a jumbled mess of desire and anticipation. She laughed again, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light.

"Told you I could make you talk," she cooed. "Just not with words."

And then, finally, she descended.

Her plump lips were soft and wet, her tongue agile and playful. She swirled it around the head of my cock, her teeth scraping lightly against the sensitive skin. The sensation was exquisite, a sharp, pleasurable pain that made me gasp. She took me deeper into her mouth, her lips creating a seal that was both tight and inviting.

I groaned, the sound torn from my throat, my hips bucking up to meet her. Her other hand went to my balls, cupping them gently, rolling them in her palm. The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear. I could feel my control slipping, my body aching for release.

But I wanted this to last.

With a herculean effort of will, I held back, forcing myself to relax, to breathe through the pleasure. Officer Minju seemed to sense my compliance. Her pace slowed to a more manageable rhythm. She lifted her head, her lips glistening, her eyes shining with a mix of amusement and desire.

"Had enough, criminal?" she inquired softly.

"Not even close," I panted and she let out a little laugh. Then, to my immense surprise, she climbed onto my legs. In this position, the fat cameltoe in her panties were in full view. My mind swirled with possibilities.

She gave the cheap handcuffs a good, solid pull, checking to see if there was any way for me to get out. Seeing that they were still locked, her face split into a grin.

"You're not going anywhere," she purred, a look of pure satisfaction on her face. She then spun herself around until my eyes had a close-up view of her blue-clad bottom in front of me. My dick was right in front of her face again, but I was too fascinated by her to do anything about it.

She fixed her hair behind her ears again and lowered herself one last time, taking me completely. Her ass came closer as she casually took a seat right on my face, still fully-clothed in her cosplay outfit. The soft fabric of the jumpsuit pressed against my cheeks, a surprisingly pleasant sensation. I breathed in her familiar scent, the faint trace of her previous orgasm, a lingering reminder of our forbidden act.

My tongue darted out, and I traced the seam of her outfit, tasting the salty sweat, the faint aroma of her arousal. The fabric was thin and I could feel the heat of her body, the promise of what lay beneath. Her head began to bob up and down, her long hair tickling my thighs with every movement. I could hear her wet sloppy sounds that she couldn't hide if she tried to. They made this whole thing feel real. This was actually real.

I pressed my face deeper into her, my tongue probing, seeking out the center of her pleasure. I could feel her stiffen, a small gasp escaping her lips, the sound muffled by my cock in her mouth. She ground against my face, a slow, deliberate motion that spoke volumes. She was enjoying this as much as I was.

I found the outline of her pussy lips and the fabric that covered it. I could taste her now, not just the faint scent of her, but the actual, tangible evidence of her desire, seeping through the thin material of her jumpsuit. I attacked the little damp spot with gusto. My tongue drew circles, teasing the sensitive nub hidden beneath. And her legs wrapped around my head, holding me in place. Officer Minju was asserting her authority.

As we devolved into this vortex of raw lust. The muffled gasps coming from both of our mouths, the wet, messy sounds of our mingled arousal, they'd paint a sordid picture of what was happening in the quiet dorm room.

Minju went to town on me now, her blowjob was no longer playful but a deliberate and passionate attempt to draw every last ounce of pleasure out of me. She was completely lost in this moment, consumed by the power she held over me. A guttural moan resonated from my chest to her pussy. "Minju," was all I could say, my words swallowed by the fabric of her jumpsuit.

I could feel the pressure building, a familiar, welcome heat that spread through my groin and down my thighs. My hips began to buck, a frantic, desperate movement that I couldn't control. I was close, so close to the edge.

She sensed it too. Her movements became faster, more erratic. Her grip on my thighs tightened, her nails digging into my skin. The sloppy chokes that began to emanate from her throat each time my cock entered her now gave me a different type of pleasure. Knowing that just my body alone brought her to this was almost enough to send me over.

Minju really wanted payback for earlier, she wanted to make me cum hard. In one final blow, Minju took all of me into her mouth with a strained gag, and swallowed it like she wanted my whole body inside of her. The tip of my cock hit the back of her throat and moved into space where I was never expecting.

At once, all restraint I had left in me was shattered as my lower half let loose. My hips left the bed as I began to erupt inside her warm throat. Thick, white spurts of cum filled her entire being as she tried to swallow as much as she could. The sounds she made were a mix of surprise and pleasure. She didn't pull away. Instead, she stayed there, taking it all in, swallowing every drop like a good officer would to collect evidence. My hands strained against the plastic cuffs, my knuckles white as my orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave. Without realizing, my hands strained so hard against the cuffs that I broke through them.

Minju held herself steady, letting me ride out my orgasm in the warmth of her mouth. As my spasms subsided, she slowly pulled back, her lips gliding over my now sensitive shaft. I could see a small dribble of my cum escape the corner of her mouth, a sticky, white trail that she quickly wiped away with the back of her hand. A strand of it went from her lip to my dick until she wiped it away.

She looked a mess, hair all matted, and breathing like she had run a marathon. It only made me want her more.

"That's some good police work, officer," I rasped out, my breathing still ragged from our intense session. A ghost of a smile appeared on Minju's flushed face before it was replaced with her dominant cop persona.

"What a mess," she breathed, a small frown etched on her brow, as she pointed to her chest. My cum had run from her lip and dripped onto the front of her blue jumpsuit. She wiped it away with her long finger, her other leg now releasing me from its grip. "But this case isn't closed just yet, Hwang."

Her eyes glinted with a dangerous, seductive light as I saw my free hands. A flash of recognition and surprise sparked in her eyes. I didn't give her another second before my hands wrapped around her ass. She let out a small yelp of surprise as I lifted her in the air. With her small and petite body, it was easy.

I turned us over and pinned her onto her bed with my own body, my arms on either side of her head, caging her in. Officer Minju was now my prisoner. "It's my turn," whispered, my breath hot and heavy. "And I'd advise you not to resist."

The cheap handcuffs lay open, my adrenaline must've forced the teeth to let loose from its catch. It might've been looser, but it technically could still be useful. I grabbed them and forced Minju's wrists up above her head. She struggled half-heartedly, playing her part, her body writhing beneath me. My dick had recovered some of its vigor by this point, prodding at her inner thigh.

She groaned as she let me handcuff her, the plastic biting into her skin. Her face was a mixture of fear, excitement, and a raw, unbridled lust. She was my prisoner, to do with as I pleased. A position she found herself to quite enjoy.

"Now this is what I call a thorough strip search," I murmured into her ear as I ran my hands down the sides of her body, from her armpits to her legs and all. She was writhing, I found the small, almost invisible zipper to the front of her jumpsuit near her neck.

With a deliberate slowness, I took hold of the zipper. She watched me, her eyes wide with anticipation. My cock throbbed against her. I pulled it down, agonizingly slow. I could hear the zipper's teeth unclasp.

Her pale, milky skin slowly started to come into view. The deep cleavage between her small breasts, her slightly toned stomach, and her navel. Her black underwear came into view. Finally, the zipper was all the way down. "Ah. Handcuffs are in the way," I murmured once I realized she couldn't get it all the way off.

I hissed once I took hold of her jumpsuit. Minju's eyes opened wide when I gripped the sides of her outfit and with a tear, the flimsy fabric ripped all the way down the middle. The loud tear resonated in the quiet of the room as a fresh batch of arousal started to leak out of her. Her underwear-cladded body was now on full display. The dark black of her panties contrasted with her pale skin. The cheap remnants of her police cosplay lay in tatters beside us.

"M-Minjae! That was my costume!" Minju yelped out in between her panting and heaving chest.

"I'll buy you another one," I assured, my full focus on the half-naked woman below me. I leaned forward, capturing a hardened nipple in my mouth, my teeth grazing the sensitive bud. I sucked on it until Minju whined in pleasure, her back arching off the bed. I let it go with a pop to move to the other one.

Then I saw the stockings still clinging to her slender legs, with a sudden surge of urgency, I got off of her and got off the bed to get down to the ground. I placed my hand right under her knee to slowly remove one stocking. Her skin was smooth, soft, and flushed with excitement. I rolled the black nylon down her leg, my fingers tracing the contours of her calf, her ankle, her foot. I repeated the process with her other leg, until both her legs were bare, the stockings a black puddle on the floor.

Returning my attention to her, I appreciated the lovely woman laid before me in her most submissive position. Her nipples, a beautiful shade of pink, stood erect, an inviting target for my roving hands and hungry mouth. I leaned in, tracing the areola with my tongue before drawing the entire nipple into my mouth, suckling gently. Her breath hitched, a small, needy sound escaping her lips.

"Please," she whimpered, her legs squirming.

With her still in handcuffs, and me holding onto both legs, I raised them high above her hips. Her pussy was now very visible. The crotch area of her panties were absolutely drenched, clinging to her outer lips and hinting at the treasures beneath. 

I didn't bother removing her panties the conventional way. Instead, I used a single, sharp movement to rip the wet fabric from her body. She yelped as the elastic snapped against her skin. Her legs now had complete freedom as I tossed her ruined panties to the side. Her core was now completely bare.

Her lips were so, so swollen and a very pretty shade of pink. The whole sight in itself was a masterpiece, a living, breathing work of art. I could see every detail, every subtle change in color and texture. With her legs still in my grip, I leaned down. I didn't touch her. Not at first. I wanted to tease her, to make her wait, to make her beg. I blew a warm, steady stream of air over her glistening folds.

Minju gasped, her hips bucking upwards, desperate for more. I continued my teasing, my breath a feather-light caress. Her head was turned to the side, her face a mask of frustration and need. The cheap plastic handcuffs had to be very uncomfortable at this point.

"Officer, it must be illegal to have such a pretty little pussy." I praised, not really expecting an answer.

"Shut up, dirty criminal," she quipped from her cuffed position on the bed. Her response was playful but laced with an edge of true desperation.

"They better lock me up and throw away the key. I'm about to ruin an officer." With that, I finally touched her.

My tongue darted out, parting her slick folds. She tasted as intoxicating as she smelled: musky, sweet, and incredibly erotic. Her wetness coated my tongue. I ran it along her slit, from her entrance to her swollen clit. A long, drawn-out moan was torn from her throat, her back arching off the bed, her hands straining against the cuffs.

Hearing her cry out spurred me on. I plunged my tongue deep inside her, exploring her inner walls, savoring her taste. She was hot, tight, and wet, a veritable paradise for the senses. Her clit beckoned me back. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked, using my teeth to give it a gentle, teasing bite. She squirmed and bucked.

The sounds she made were no longer words, but primal, guttural cries of pleasure. The power dynamic had completely shifted. The teasing, dominant police officer was now a helpless, writhing mess, completely at my mercy. And I was loving every second of it. I slipped a finger inside her.

Minju cried out, her inner walls clamping down around me. I began to pump, in and out, in a slow, steady rhythm. My tongue continued its assault on her clit, licking, sucking, nibbling. I curled my finger, searching for that one special spot.

I found it.

A high-pitched, keening wail tore from her throat, her body convulsing violently. To think, all I needed was a finger and a mouth to turn this cute officer to putty. And I added a second finger and then another.

I now had all three inside of her once again, the stretch giving her pain as well as pleasure. Her walls stretched around them, a testament to her tightness. She was so wet that my fingers moved with ease. Her hips bucked wildly as my fingers and tongue, the wet sloshing sounds that echoed throughout the small dormitory room would've told anyone what happened in here last night.

"You should feel what I am feeling inside you, officer," I said to her from down below. "It's so soft." Minju was panting for me at this point as the drool started to seep out from the sides of her lips.

"You... b-bastard," she managed to get out. "S-so deep..." With her hands restrained, she couldn't grab at me to steady herself, so all she could do was writhe on the bed as my thrusts started to speed up. My cock was now rock hard, pressed against the mattress. Every cry she made, every twitch of her body, only made me harder, more desperate to bury myself inside her.

She was close now. Her entire body had gone rigid, her breath held tight in her chest. I knew exactly what that look on her face meant. Her head snapped back against the pillow, and her whole body went tight like a drawn bowstring.

Her moan started as a whine in her throat but erupted into a full-blown scream of pleasure. She arched her back off the bed so high. At the same moment, a flood of hot liquid gushed out of her, soaking my face and the sheets beneath her. She hadn't just cum; she had squirted, painting my face with her essence.

It was the most intensely erotic thing I had ever experienced.

Her body continued to spasm as she came down from her high. She was gasping for air, her chest heaving. She looked completely and utterly fucked out. "Minjae..." she panted, her legs still twitching.

"Hmm, such a good girl, officer. I'm sorry, did I break you?" I cooed softly, climbing on top of her limp, post-orgasm body. She was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her skin flushed and radiant.

"I'm not... a good girl..." she protested weakly, still trying to maintain a sliver of her Officer Minju persona. I chuckled and leaned down to press a soft, loving kiss to her lips. A kiss she didn't have to reciprocate since she was spent.

"No, you're not," I agreed, my hard dick pressed against her inner thigh. She winced a little. "But I want this so bad, Officer Minju. Thank you for helping me," With that, I aligned myself with her entrance. I was so close. I knew she couldn't handle much more.

Her face tensed up with a cute whine. "M-Minj... be gentle," she whispered. Those words, coming from the girl who just had me handcuffed and was dominating me not five minutes ago, sent a surge of something primal right through me. I just nodded, not trusting my own voice.

With a slow and deliberate push, the head of my cock parted her slick folds. The entry was tight, her muscles clamping down with a reflexive resistance. I had to push with a bit more force, and with a soft pop and a shared moan from both of us, I was inside. The feeling was indescribable. Warm, velvety, and so intensely tight that I had to stop and breathe for a second to stop myself from cumming right then and there.

I opened my eyes that I didn't even realize I had closed. Mine were on her. Hers were closed.

Minju’s face was contorted in a mix of slight discomfort and intense pleasure. Her brows were furrowed in concentration, her lips slightly parted, and small whimpers escaped with each shallow breath. The black strands of her hair clung to her damp forehead. She looked gorgeous, a vision of pure, unadulterated passion.

Taking my hands, I brought one to the side of her waist and the other around the back of her neck as I held onto her. Slowly, I began to move, pulling out slightly before pushing back in. Each movement was slow, controlled, a deliberate exploration of this new, intimate space. I took in her every reaction, her every gasp and moan.

Her cuffed hands squirmed and twisted under her back. "Minjae," she panted out. I leaned down to give her another kiss as I picked up a bit of my rhythm, my thrusts a little longer this time as she moaned into my lips. Her slick warmth accommodated me, her inner walls gripping me tightly with each retreat, welcoming me back with each advance.

"You feel so good, Minju," I confessed as my face stayed inches away from hers, my deepening voice rasping.

"So… deep," she moaned in response, a choked, breathless whisper. The cuffed officer was gone, replaced by this shy, submissive girl underneath me, completely lost in the thrusts of passion. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine. They were hazy with lust, the raw, unfiltered desire was on display.

The slow, gentle pace was exquisite, a tender exploration. But my desire, spurred on by her eager responses, was building to a fever pitch. The need to possess her completely began to override my control.

Our bodies moved together perfectly now, each of my slow and deliberate thrusts causing a ripple of pleasure. I leaned back down and took her lips in another kiss. This one wasn't so gentle, but more possessive. My other arm made it around her shoulders, I held her tight, burying my face into the nape of her sweaty neck as I pumped. Her inner warmth became hot, the rhythmic clenching of her inner walls started to drive me to the edge.

Her whines and whimpers turned into pleasurable moans as the sound of my thighs slapping against the soft skin of her ass took over in the room. This primal rhythm was now set. I'd pull out slowly just to slam myself back inside of her, just to hear her let out a sweet moan that made my ears melt in delight. The way her legs wrapped themselves around my lower back, pulling me deeper into her.

"O-Oh, ugh," she whined as her head tilted back. She looked absolutely beautiful, the way her sweaty hair stuck to her forehead as her mouth was wide open. Her body was already sensitive from the two previous orgasms that her body could barely handle a real fucking like this. But it seemed to embrace this wholeheartedly as she held on tight.

"You're so gorgeous, officer," I had to tell her.

"I... I'm... officer is not..." Her incoherent attempt to get back into her persona told me that she was barely holding on. I let out a short chuckle as I thought about how much I wanted to break her again. I leaned away from her to get a better view of my own personal prize underneath me. Her tight little body was all mine now.

I reached under her legs and hoisted them up over my shoulders. The new angle must've been too much for her because my hips started to piston into her without me even trying. I had my full access inside her now. With her legs now high in the air, it opened her up for me to see exactly how well she could take it all.

Minju let out a loud squeak that turned into a loud moan of pure pleasure. Her arms that were still being squashed by our weights were now a non-factor, as all her attention was on the relentless assault of her pussy. It was hypnotizing to watch her stomach muscles flex in waves as she tried and failed to find a comfortable way to get fucked by me in this position.

Her midriff was so cute and slim that I swear I could see the outline of my dick as it disappeared into her. The mere thought of it drove me wild and I started to get rougher, faster. My grunts started to mix with her cries, our bodies now glistening with sweat, the cheap plastic handcuffs still a stark reminder of the roleplay that got us here. We had gone from playful exploration to raw, animalistic fucking. The bed was creaking, our cries were getting louder.

"Y-You're so deep, M-Minjae," she stammered, her voice a choked sob of pleasure. Her back was arching up from the bed, trying to get any sort of release from this building pressure. I couldn't help myself. One of my hands snaked down from her leg to rub hard, tight circles on her engorged, neglected clit.

Minju groaned, her upper body bouncing up from the bed for a moment before landing back against the soft mattress. The overstimulation must have been too much to handle as my fingers started to pinch her. I watched as her whole body shuddered under my touch.

"You're taking it so well, Minju," I growled. She responded by climaxing a third time all over me. A hot, gushing rush that coated my cock and dripped down my legs. Her whole body went rigid as she started whining nonstop. The tight spasming of her muscles, the way she clamped down on me like a vice, was too much to handle.

I held my breath and drilled into her, chasing my own end. Her cum-slicked pussy made the most obscene, wet sounds as I plundered it. Each slap of my skin against hers was a punctuation mark in our story of lust. Minju was just a whimpering and moaning mess, her orgasm must've felt ten times as intense with the relentless abuse her little hole was taking.

With the extra lubrication, her walls gave way and I was able to get the last inch that I have been missing out on. I drove it home in one final, powerful thrust.

The effect was immediate. Minju’s already blown-out eyes widened even more as she felt me hit bottom. The tip of my dick had now kissed the deepest parts of her.

"A-ah," she let out a strangled gasp, not of pleasure, but pure pain. But her walls spasmed again, betraying her. We held that position for a beat, her walls fluttering around my thickness. Minju's breathing took on a new sort of quality as she just laid there, her mind catching up with her now fourth body-shaking orgasm. I was buried to the hilt inside of her.

I wanted more of those cute sounds from her as I tried a few more deep, slow thrusts, each one hitting her cervix.

"M-Minjae, s-stop for a b-bit," she whined and for a moment, I did. But her legs, still draped over my shoulders, held me fast. She wanted me to stop, but she also didn't want me to leave.

My gaze dropped down to our connecting parts, to the sight of my dick disappearing inside her again and again. Her stretched pussy gripped me so tightly. The whole view was so vulgar but so beautiful at the same time. To see the small opening stretch out to accommodate me. It was a sight I could get used to.

Eyeing the cuffed wrists, I felt a bit of sympathy remembering how uncomfortable the restraints felt, "Officer, am I still being detained? If so, I guess I'll just take what I need."

"I'm… I'm releasing you from my custody," her soft, weak, and panting voice was a little hard to hear. I let out a light chuckle and gently let her legs down from my shoulders, my dick still planted inside of her.

"I guess I'll do the same then," I said as I reached above her head to unhook the cheap plastic restraints. They came off easy, and I heard her gasp as the feeling must've rushed back into her tired arms.

She didn't know what to do at first but rubbed her red wrists where indents of the handcuffs and her weight left marks. My dick remained deep inside her still warm and inviting body, and as we waited, I could feel her getting acclimated to my size once more.

"What now Officer?" I teased her. "Are you going to let me go?" Minju let out a tired, breathy laugh.

"You...You're still a dirty criminal," she managed to get out as her hands, now free, found purchase on my shoulders. She weakly wrapped her arms around me to hold me close.

"Am I really, officer?" I looked down at her, and she gave me a very weak nod. Her entire body was glistening with a layer of sweat, and she had a look that could be best described as content. Her face was flushed and her lips looked swollen from our passionate and frantic kisses. She looked well-fucked and exhausted.

"Do you want me to show you what a dirty criminal can do?" I asked. "Do you think you're ready?" The challenge in my tone was unmistakable. Her eyes widened. She could either be apprehensive or excited, I couldn't tell. I then pulled out and her walls clenched down, as if unwilling to let me leave, a final, desperate attempt to hold onto me.

Then, with one swift movement, I pulled out and grabbed her at the waist, effortlessly flipping her limp body over. Manhandling her like a plaything. Her tired yelp as she landed face down onto the mattress was muffled by the bed.

My eyes traveled down her arching back, her slim waist flaring out to her hips and that tight ass. Her legs were parted slightly, her core still dripping with our combined fluids. A beautiful, raw mess. Minju got onto her elbows weakly to try and prop herself up. She gave me a look over her shoulder, a glance of pure, unadulterated need that told me everything I needed to know. Her ass was up, face down on the bed as I knelt behind her.

"Ready for sentencing, officer?" I placed my hand on her hip to line myself up. Minju didn't respond, but she pushed her hips back in a silent invitation.

As I slid back in, a loud, satisfied sigh escaped her lips. Her warmth enveloped me again, a familiar, welcoming feeling. My hands moved from her hips to her armpits, I pulled her back up with me as I started to thrust again. This angle gave me all the leverage I needed. Minju laid her head back onto my shoulder, turning her face to give me a sideways glance. My hands traveled from her chest and down to her stomach as I held her close against me.

"God, Minjae... You're... so big," she whispered, and those words went straight to my dick.

My thrusts became more purposeful now, each a calculated move that sent a jolt of pleasure through both of us. One of my hands moved to her chest to give her perky tits a good squeeze. My other hand moved onto her stomach, down her navel to keep touch of her toned midriff as my hips made their own beat.

Our moans were now in harmony with the wet sounds of our coupling, and the squeaking of her bed. Minju's hands came up to rest on my forearms that wrapped around her. The simple gesture of her holding on to me for dear life sent another wave of desire through me. Her whole back was pressed firmly against my chest, my hips pivoting against her ass. The closeness was suffocating but I didn't want it to end.

Then, with a grunt, I pushed her down forward. With a yelp, she fell back onto the bed, her arms outstretched in front of her. This new position, her fully bent over for me, was even more intoxicating. I had a clear view of her round ass, her pussy stretched and parted, ready for me.

I started to pump in and out of her again with wild abandon. The sound of my stomach slapping against her ass cheeks, her whimpers and moans, it all became a symphony of pure filth. With my hands on the small of her back, I watched her body tremble and convulse with each deep thrust.

"I..I-I'm a c-cop..." Minju managed to get out in-between her moans. With a laugh, I spat out, "A slutty cop, say it."

"I-I...I-I'm a slutty cop," She said in between her breaths, which sent my head into a tailspin. "I'm... a s-slutty cop!" she screamed into her mattress. Her admission sent a primal surge through me and I began to plow into her with a vengeance. With each powerful thrust, she'd let out a small squeal, a sign that this must be getting too much.

My grunts, once contained to me, came out as loud moans. The friction between us was intense. I let one of my hands wrap around her hair and pull her head back.

Minju let out a yelp that was a mixture of pain and pleasure. She loved it. Her pussy started clenching around my dick like a vice again. "Ah! I'm c-cumming again!"

"I know," I growled back, "I want you to."

Her entire body started to shake uncontrollably, a wave of pure pleasure that consumed her whole. Her arms gave out and her face went deeper into the bed, muffling her high-pitched screams. Her knees buckled, but I held her up, forcing her to take every last bit of it.

Her pussy clamped down on me, milking me for all I was worth. The feeling was too much. A fire started deep in my core, burning brighter with every passing second. It was an unstoppable force. The world narrowed to this single point of our connection, the only thing that mattered was the release I so desperately craved.

"God, Minju," I groaned, my pace becoming erratic as I chased my orgasm, my control slipping, "I'm... gonna... I'm... gonna cum..."

Minju seemed too far out of it to even know what I was saying, her mouth relaxed and wide open as long groans replaced her catching of her breath.

A few final, frantic thrusts. Then, everything went white.

I slammed into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I could go, my whole body going rigid. A low, guttural roar ripped from my throat as I came, flooding her insides with my seed.

My dick pulsed inside her again and again, each spurt a torrent of hot liquid. Minju's eyes closed tightly and her hands gripped the sheets on the bed. The sensation of being filled was the final straw for her, sending her into another orgasm, smaller this time but just as intense.

My white hot cum poured into her in long, thick ropes, and her pussy greedily milked me for all I was worth until there was nothing left. Our bodies convulsed, our movements synchronized, a shared descent into blissful oblivion.

Then, silence.

The only sound in the room was our ragged, desperate gasps for air.

I stayed there for a moment, my body slumped over hers, my forehead pressed against her sweaty back. I tried to catch my breath, my lungs burning, my heart hammering against my ribcage.

Then, with a groan of utter exhaustion, I slowly pulled out. I watched my cum flow out of her in a milky white rivulet that traced a path down the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, before dripping onto the already-soaked sheets. Another spurt of it came out after I pulled away completely, dripping off the bed and down to her floor. A fucking crime scene. Minju was completely still, as if she'd been stunned into silence by the sheer force of our shared orgasm.

I rolled onto my back beside her, my body heavy and spent. My muscles ached, my skin was slick with sweat, my dick was twitching with a dull, satisfying ache. I felt boneless. Drained.

I turned my head to look at Minju, truly seeing her.

She lay on her stomach, her face turned towards me, her cheek pressed into the mattress. A few strands of damp, dark hair were stuck to her flushed cheek. Her eyelids fluttered, her long lashes casting delicate shadows on her skin. She looked completely and utterly wrecked. Her pale skin was mottled with red marks, a roadmap of my passion. There were fingerprints on her hips, a faint red imprint of my hand on her ass where I'd gripped her tight. The red lines around her tiny wrists from the plastic cuffs had faded to a light pink. She was a canvas of our debauchery.

Slowly, she pushed herself up, her arms trembling with the effort. She grimaced, a cute, pained expression crossing her face as she tried to find a comfortable position. She was sore. Her movements were stiff, her body protesting its rough treatment.

"Ow," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Minjae, you... you really are a criminal."

My heart did a funny little flip at her words. Not just because of their meaning, but because of the way she said them. There was no accusation in her tone. Only a soft, wondrous awe. As if she was still trying to process what had just happened. What we had just done to each other.

"What now," I murmured, reaching forward to hold her but she flinched and pulled away, "Hm?" I asked, curious.

"You sound like you're all done," Minju said, she shifted to face me, wincing as she did. With her hair sticking to her body and the mess between her legs, she looked absolutely delectable.

"No way," I breathed out in disbelief.

"What now?" She echoed, finding the strength to sit up straight on the bed. A puddle pooled in between her legs that leaked onto her bedsheets. "You pick, do you want a nurse? A schoolgirl? I have dog ears, cats ears," Minju listed them with a mischievous glint behind her tired eyes, "Fuck, do you want to have sex with Ahri?"

A strangled sound of a laugh came from me as all sorts of images flooded my mind, my imagination went wild. This girl... this cosplay queen... she had everything. And she was laying it all out for me. "Ahri..." I whispered my thoughts leaking out.

"It's only..." Minju laughed and squinted at her computer, "7PM, and your first class is at 12 tomorrow."

"All night?" I asked, feeling my sore, used dick twinge at the thought. A flash of a familiar, hungry look crossed her face. Then she slowly brought her leg over me, and carefully sat down.

The slick, cum-covered folds of her pussy pressed against my tired but already re-awakening cock, a warm, wet promise of more to come.

"All night," she confirmed with a firm but gentle nod of her head. "Maybe you can fuck the entire League roster by then. With a little help from me." I groaned as I could feel myself slowly growing hard.

"Where do I sign up?" I asked with a grin.

She leaned in, and whispered in my ear, "You're already signed up." Her hand was suddenly around my new-found erection, giving my sore member a gentle squeeze as she slowly ground her hips. I readied myself, both physically and mentally, for the night of passion that was about to wreck me.

Wednesday | March 20th, 2024 | 3:44 PM

I gasped for air, my vision finally swimming back into focus. A deep ache had settled into my core, a dull, persistent throb that I'd never felt before. My penis was weakly dribbling a bit more cum. But my heart hammered against my ribcage as reality returned in a rush. Minju's panties were still wrapped tightly around my cock. A final, milky bead of cum welled at the tip, glistening in the dim light.

Looking around me, I noticed I wasn't in the same spot I started in when I started stroking. I was sitting on the edge of Minju's bed and not the gaming chair I remembered taking a seat at during the height of it all. I must've blacked out, or got lost in my own lust. A panic swept over me, as a deep-seated terror. What did I do during my blackout?

I shot up from the bed, and saw the first mess I made. Her grey sheets had dark streaks of my sperm seeping into her clean grey bed. Not only that, but her pillows also shared some similar streak marks from my cock. Panicking, I frantically used her pink lace undies to dab at and wipe away the glistening, viscous evidence of my intrusion. It felt so desecrating, like sullying a temple.

Ahead of me, I saw Minju's dresser open to all her underwear. Some of her pieces seemed to be more messily handled than others, which sent a second jolt of anxiety down my spine. My eyes glanced over the drawer, understanding that Minju was one of the rare instances where a girl neatly folded their underwear. The drawer was almost perfectly lined with pieces of her folded panties, but there was a mishandled pile sitting on top with more traces of my cum.

Frantically, I crouched over and hastily refold the pile, not caring about the sperm and hoping she wouldn't notice or at least the residue would become flaky and be brushed away like mere dust.

I didn't care if it was a perfect job, and I couldn't spend any more precious minutes perfecting my folding job. I had to clean her drawers up as much as I could and make it somewhat less noticeably disturbed. Just get things in the relative correct area. My hands fumbled, clumsy and frantic, stuffing things back where they seemed to belong. After finishing up, I quickly stood up and looked around with more careful eyes.

What the hell did I do? I saw droplets of sperm on the various cosplay fabrics around the room. Sure, they weren't noticeable up close unless you really knew what you were looking for. I used Minju's ghost panties to clean up the different surfaces my jizz found itself on until it was damp and wrinkled in my palm.

Last but not least, I walked over to her gaming setup as it was ground zero for this whole mess. This was the worst case yet by far, the biggest evidence for her to find. A small web of translucent white strands lay upon a small puddle of more of my translucent, sticky residue on her keyboard, slowly dripping down. This scene was a stark reminder of the messy, unpredictable nature of my desires. The horny freak, in its climax, had made a mess of her carefully curated world.

I cursed myself under my breath, a string of frustrated, half-formed words. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." This had to be the messiest, and in all honesty, the hottest I had ever gotten on this adrenaline filled rush. I sighed and used Minju's undies one last time, soaking up the puddle of warm cum as best as I could.

In between her keys, you'd see the occasional shine of residual sperm that I couldn't properly clean up, but it was good enough. If she noticed, she might just brush it off as spilled water, I reassured myself, flimsy but I had to hold onto something. My mind, a master of justification, was already crafting a believable lie. A clumsy girl, a late-night gaming session, a water bottle knocked over... it could happen, right?

For my safety, I pocketed both of her stolen underwear with a last look around, making sure to wrap them up and shoved them down my pants.

Still nervous that my presence had been erased as best as possible, I fixed my clothes, my heart still a frantic drum against my ribs. Each step toward the door was a leaden weight. The dorm, once a site of conquest and perverse satisfaction, now felt like a trap, silent and watchful. I hurriedly got out as soon as possible as I started for my own dorm, my sneakers squeaking on the freshly polished hallway floor as I practically sprinted out of the dorm building.

A small laugh left me as I ran, feeling the rush of dopamine flowing into my brain. This felt like the best heist yet, a success that made me feel like the king of the world.

Park Minju - Obtained 3/20/24

Yayyyy! Park Minju, where do I even start... She's one of my favorite active idols as of this release, and I've been wanting to write something for her for the longest! Glad that I can release this one, this is one of my favorite chapters as of lately! The smut wrote itself as I knew I wanted to incorporate her nerdy side and love for League of Legends. Also, Happy New Years! I wish for everyone's year to grant them whatever they want, may it be for their health, money, or love, I hope this year treats us all well! - PI