Chapter 52: Oooo, Yummy Yummy

Friday | March 22th, 2024 | 5:19 PM

I pulled the hood over my head tighter as I sat on a bench, the entrance of the girls-only dorm building in my sights. I chewed on the inside of my cheek as my right leg bounced up and down uncontrollably, the only outward sign of the storm brewing inside my head. Seconds stretched to what felt like minutes as I waited about.

A few girls came and went, but none of them were Kim Minji, who I had my predatory eyes set on for today. This wasn't an impromptu break-in this time. This was an operation. A few days had passed since my... visit to Professor Suzy's house. 

The memory was a constant, nagging presence, a dull ache in my chest that wouldn't go away. The fear of getting caught, the shame of what we had done, it was a weight that was slowly crushing me.

Seeing her in class was the worst. She looked hollowed out, a ghost of her former self. She put up a good front in front of all the students. Maybe it was just me, or maybe it was the fact that I knew what had happened to her, but I was able to see past her facade. There was a fragility in her eyes now that I couldn't bear to see, that I couldn't look directly at lest it incinerate me from pure guilt. 

My stomach was in a constant knot of dread. Every time she turned her head towards my direction, my body froze in panic. And my paranoia spiked whenever I feel our eyes locked. Did she know it was me? Did she recognize my voice? The questions circled my mind like vultures, and each one left me more and more convinced that my life was over. I was a coward, a monster, and I was living on borrowed time.

As of now, it seemed that I was safe. I hope so. Suzy hasn't reported the incident to anyone, probably a result of Nakyung's straightforward threats. The police weren't at my door, my face wasn't on the news. I was, for the most part, a free man.

I'd think after feeling such nerve-wracking fear everyday in lecture, I would take a break from my panty obsession, at least for now. But hitting Minju's room, leaving all of that my cum everywhere, brought me a thrill that my mind couldn't get enough of. And I was here, on a mission.

"God, where is she?" I grumbled under my breath, my leg bouncing with impatience? Anxiety? Probably both. I pulled my phone out, just to recheck the time for the fifth time in two minutes.

My head perked up as someone approached the dorm, a blonde girl. My hopes were quickly dashed. "Not her," I mumbled, slumping back against the bench. I looked at my phone again, reminding myself of the hastily put-together plan of action that Nakyung had put together after our stay at Suzy's.

One false email, sent directly from Suzy's phone, had requested a one-on-one study meeting in Professor Suzy's university office. An email that would make Kim Minji, hopefully, bait her straight away from her dorm. Of course, Nakyung had to assure me that right after she sent the email, she deleted it from the sent messages along with the drafts.

Minji would be busy for a few moments with a meeting that didn't exist, giving me the window I needed to slip into her room unnoticed. Not only that, but Kazuha and this damn party she's been mentioning all week so I knew she wasn't home. This was perfect. Or as close to perfect as my life could get these days.

My head perked up for a final third time. Through the clear glass of the door, I spotted a familiar silhouette. Tall, slender, dark hair. My stomach lurched as she pushed through the door. I tucked my head down, my breath held tight in my chest. Minji didn't even look my way, her focus on some distant point, her mind a million miles away.

She walked with a quick, clipped pace, her sneakers slapping against the pavement. This was the chance. Once she started to head into the distance and I was in my all clear zone. A final deep breath before I pushed myself up off the bench. I pulled up my hood, a flimsy disguise against my own paranoia, and started to approach the building.

I pulled out my wallet with one hand, fishing around for another copied piece of plastic. My heart hammered a frantic, arrhythmic beat as I scanned my collection. Nayeon. Xiaoting. Minju. A small, growing museum of copied plastic. Ah, there it was. Kazuha Nakamura, the only non-copied card as it's the real deal that I accidentally swiped after our studying/drinking session a while back. The perfect key.

It beeped, the green light a mocking wink of a welcome. I pushed into the building with my head down and my eyes glued to the floor. Even if I’ve done this before, each step was a negotiation with fear. Fear of getting noticed and questioned.

Thankfully, I've been to their dorm before so I knew exactly where to go and found it without any problem. Standing in front of the door made it feel so much heavier than I'd imagined it. Or it was my own trepidation that gave it a weight it didn't truly have. A glance over my shoulder was more than enough for me to see no one there and it helped to calm me down.

Using Kazuha's card, I was granted immediate access to their room. The click of the lock and the movement of the handle opened up my path. I followed the path of perversion inside their dorm and closed the door behind me. I felt the weight of a clock fall onto my shoulders the second the door was shut behind me. I had no time to waste. All feelings of anxiety and terror melted once I understood I was right at home. As if my perverse instincts were guiding me like my inner compass pointing to my next target.

Their dorm shared the exact same layout of all the other dorms on this entire campus so it almost felt like I was walking into my own dorm. That is until my eyes fell upon Minji's desk. Out in the open of the shared living room was where Minji's desk was, where she routinely did her work and studied.

I remember asking Kazuha the first time I came over about it, to which she responded, "Minji thinks she procrastinates if she studies in her room, so she moved it outside to keep herself accountable." It didn't really surprise me at that point, it did suit Minji's diligent and hard-working personality.

Otherwise, I shook my head from left to right, spotting the closed bedroom doors and wondering which one I should infiltrate first. The path of perversion moved my body towards the aforementioned studious girl. My feet padded softly against the cheap carpet of the dormitory floor, the only sound in the shared space. I could smell the faint, sweet scent of perfume mingled with the sharper aroma of disinfectant and coffee as I opened the door to the bedroom. This was Minji's domain.

There was a certain... meticulousness to her room. Everything was in its place. A stack of textbooks on her desk, arranged by size. A lineup of pens in a holder. I walked over to the closet first as she was just so neat to the point where it was easy enough to tell where my treasure might be stored. Her laundry basket was also in the closet, a simple, white plastic bin that was currently filled to the brim.

Lifting the lid sent a wave of warm, humid air into my face. Her clothes were fragrant, smelling sweetly of some floral laundry detergent and a clean, but more faint odor that was distinctly Minji's. At the top was a pair of sweatpants, and underneath, I could see the familiar shape of her clothes, folded or not, all mixing together.

I wasted no more than a few seconds fishing inside until my fingers touched something familiar, a delicate, stretchy lace. My curiosity piqued at the different fabric that I was used to in her room. I pulled it out.

Black. It was a black lace thong. The fabric was a fine, intricate mesh of threads that was almost sheer. The thong itself was surprisingly simple in its design, with a narrow waistband and a thin strip of fabric in the back that would disappear between the cheeks of her ass.

This was more daring than I expected from Minji. I had her pegged as more of a boring, lukewarm panties type of girl. But in my mind, this added a layer of excitement that I was so ready to explore more of. Without thinking for a second longer, I brought the thong up to my face. I inhaled deeply.

My dick immediately got hard as the faint, musky scent of her filled my senses. It was a faint trace of her, but this faint trace of evidence that she wasn't as proper as she made herself out to be, was intoxicating. My eyes fluttered close as I took another deep breath.

"Ahh," I found myself gasping again as the aroma hit me again. My dick was aching in my pants now, an insistent throb that demanded my immediate attention. I dropped my hand to my crotch, giving myself a firm squeeze, a poor substitute for the release I craved. Another deeper breath to savor the scent and taste the invisible particles of her womanly musk on my tongue.

My lips parted slightly as I instinctively brought the thin string of fabric of the thong to my lips, tasting it. It tasted salty, and a little sweet, a faint, earthy flavor that I couldn't quite place. The combination of the scent and the taste sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust through me.

My head drew up a vision of Minji's ass, with this particular thong hugging the curves of it. Imagining her sitting down at her desk with her diligent attitude, all while this little black secret would wrap itself in the crevices of her perky ass and the front gusset soaking up the essence of her body over the hours. I couldn't help myself, the scene in my head was just too hot to not replay over and over.

My tongue ran against the delicate fabric, a slow, deliberate lick that sent a wave of heat straight to my groin. My other hand continued to massage my aching cock. I shuddered as I tried to get up to my feet to have the rest of my fun somewhere else. Before I forget, I drove my hand into her laundry basket and fished out one more pair for my collection. Another plain, light blue thong that seemed to hold some if not more of the same musty aroma as the black thong.

With one room down, I stepped out, now back into the shared living room.

Alright, one more to go.

I didn't waste any more time and turned my attention to the other closed bedroom. My cock was still as hard as a rock in my pants, pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of my pants. My heart was thumping a frantic, panicked rhythm against my ribs as I opened the door.

The room was a complete juxtaposition of Minji's. It was lived-in, chaotic in a way that felt intensely personal, the essence of the girl who inhabited it clinging to every object. Clothes were thrown over a chair, her desk cluttered with skincare products, but it still had some sort of an aesthetic organization. A poster of some indie band was taped to the wall next to a few polaroids of a smiling Kazuha. I could smell the faint, warm scent of vanilla and something else, a deeper, muskier aroma that was distinctly Kazuha's.

Unlike Minji, Kazuha's laundry basket was sitting in the corner of her room, a colorful wicker hamper, its lid slightly ajar. I could see the top of a bright pink shirt, a pair of skinny jeans. I just knew that if I dug deeper, I'd hit gold. Without any further hesitation, I made my way over and lifted the lid.

It was like discovering a treasure chest filled with, well, treasures. I dug into her basket, my fingers brushing against a variety of fabrics. Soft cotton, sleek satin, rough denim. I pulled out a bundle of clothes, my eyes scanning the mound in my hands. There. Tucked between a pair of shorts and a t-shirt was the thing I was looking for. Grey, with a distinctive white waistband belonging to Calvin Klein.

She seemed to share Minji's sentiments in wearing thongs and I was more than thankful for it. As I pulled the grey underwear from her basket, I discovered it had a slight moist warmth to it, like she'd only worn it earlier today, which very well could’ve been the case. Another deeper look and I could see a slight discoloration on the gusset, a faint, beige stain that made my head spin and my dick twitch.

My brain didn't even need to think, my hands brought the underwear to my face. I pressed the gusset directly against my nose, closing my eyes as I inhaled deeply. The scent was stronger, more potent. This wasn't the faint, delicate aroma of Minji's worn clothes. This was Kazuha, in all her vibrant, intoxicating glory. It was warm, earthy, a heady perfume that filled my senses and clouded my judgment.

"Ahhh, fuck," I moaned, the words escaping my lips in a choked gasp as I found myself slowly sitting down onto the floor next to her hamper.

My other hand instinctively moved into her basket and fished another treasure for my collection. This thong was from Calvin Klein, yet again, as I slowly understood Kazuha had her favorites. It was eggshell white, and as I pressed this new one's gusset to my tongue, I shuddered as my body gave into the pleasure.

It was overwhelming. The scents, the tastes, the textures all swirling together. It was a sensory overload. I took another deep breath from her grey Calvin Klein pair and my mind started to go blank with only Kazuha's image being painted in my brain. Then the black lace thong from Minji's was brought to my face as a second whiff from a second different woman entered my senses, clouding my judgment and intoxicating me with a different kind of perfume.

"Minjae," A familiar voice entered my daydream. It felt as if in front of me I could visualize the image of Kazuha in her grey calvins.

"Ahh, do you like that?" Another seductive voice followed that I could recognize as Minji, only this one was wearing her black lace thongs. It was like they were here, watching me. My hands were massaging the two's dirty underwear, the path of perversion started directing me towards Kazuha's bed.

I pushed myself up, my legs feeling weak and unsteady, and stumbled towards her bed. It was neatly made, a grey duvet pulled up over a stack of pillows. I undid my pants with trembling hands, my hard cock springing free, the cool air a stark, sudden sensation on my hot, sensitive skin.

In front of me, I pictured the fantasy of both Kazuha and Minji. They were both bent over the bed, their asses pointed towards me. Kazuha's was on the right and Minji's was on the left. I was stuck in a rare instance that a man would only dream of having. The two of them were peeking over their shoulders and looking back at me.

I fell into Kazuha's soft, plush bed, my body melting into the cool fabric as I let out another deep sigh of pleasure. This was it. I was at my highest of highs, and I wasn't going to let this sensation end so easily and fast. So, my hand found its way around my cock, my grip firm and desperate.

My other hand, clutching Minji's black lace thong, pressed the gusset to my face. I inhaled deeply, the faint, sweet aroma mixing with the stronger, muskier scent of Kazuha's underwear in my other hand.

My strokes were slow, deliberate, savoring the sensation of my hand against my hot, hard flesh. My eyes fluttered close, the fantasy in my mind becoming more vivid, more real. I could feel their presence, their hot breath on my neck, their hands exploring my body, their whispered words of encouragement echoing in my ear.

"Faster... faster," My own mind's voice took form, taking on the shape of one of the girls in my head. My pace began to pick up as instructed. My mind was getting foggy as my mind was mixing with reality. I was barely able to think as the hot, tight pressure in my groin started to build again.

My pace began to quicken, becoming more erratic, more desperate. The fantasy in my head was reaching its peak. "Are you going to cum for us, Minjae?" I heard one of them say as I felt my balls tense. I could feel the hot, sticky mess ready to explode.

"F-Fuck, fuck!" I grunted.

"Blurgh," I coughed, sputtering for breath. My head was throbbing, and my throat was raw. My eyes slowly opened to see the complete mess I was making in the toilet bowl my head was just face deep into. A mix of puke and spit filled my vision, and the smell of my own sickness filled my nostrils, overriding the lingering perfume of two very different women.

"Just puke it out," A calm, quiet, and slightly annoyed Minji said from behind me, as her small but firm hands tried to rub gentle circles on my back. I couldn't get a good look at her behind me, but I know my head was too jumbled to process the conversation clearly. Everything seemed to be a haze.

I was sitting on the floor of Minji's bedroom's bathroom, leaning against the cool porcelain of the toilet. I was covered in sweat, my face slick with vomit.

"I swear we didn't even drink that much," A much more amused and tipsy Kazuha asked from further away, her chuckle echoing in my ears.

"Let him be," Minji shushed her friend as she finally stopped rubbing my back. Her arms went down towards my own to help pull me up off the disgusting toilet that I've defaced. With some help, I pulled myself up, my body aching, a wave of nausea washing over me. Minji grunted as she slipped herself under my arm to help stabilize me. At the same time, Kazuha's warm hand wrapped and intertwined itself with mine. Even if it wasn't really doing anything, it was sweet for her to do.

I couldn't see them well through my clouded, hazy vision, hell, I'd be lucky enough to see a few feet in front of me. The world was a blur of color and shape. But one of the girls started to lead me out of the steamy bathroom. I was being dragged back into Minji’s room and was sat at the foot of her bed.

"Get him some water," Minji told Kazuha, who scurried away to complete her task. I groaned as my head hung down, my eyes squeezed shut as I tried to will away the throbbing in my head. This wasn't good.

"Here you go, big guy," A cheerful Kazuha had returned with a bottle of water. Without much energy on my end, I accepted it from her and took a long, slow drink, the cool liquid a welcome relief against my raw throat.

"Thanks for helping," Kazuha directed towards Minji. "I know you were busy doing homework and stuff."

Minji didn't respond and simply said, "You guys were being loud." I saw her dark form move around her room, her back to me, her movements stiff and a little awkward. "I don't think he can get back to the dorms like this. And we can't carry him." She said flatly, her arms crossed over her chest.

"He can stay here for the night," Kazuha suggested in a cheerful tone. "He can just sleep on the couch." I heard Minji sigh, a long, drawn-out sound of pure, unadulterated annoyance. "Yeah, whatever," she agreed. "Let's get him bef- No, no, no!" My head hit the mattress of her bed with a bounce as I laid myself down without any more effort.

A weird moan sputtered out of my mouth as I looked up at the ceiling. I saw both girls in my hazy, spinning vision, two blurry figures hovering over me, looking down at me with a mix of concern and irritation. My eyes were slowly fighting to stay open. Minji's hands were firmly planted onto her slender hips, and Kazuha's were crossed together as she poked her inner cheek with her tongue.

"Ah, he’s knocked out already. What are we going to do," Kazuha's speech slurred towards the end. A defeated sigh escaped Minji's lips as she stared down at my motionless body. "Fuck, you're drunk too." She stated with no enthusiasm.

The Japanese girl whined, "I'm just tipsy, that's all, tipsy."

"Yeah, whatever," Minji mumbled to herself before taking a deep, and what sounded like a hesitant, breath. "Okay, look, I'll let him sleep on my bed for the night. Get him out of the morning, I have class in the morning and I need to get ready." She stated. The room started spinning.

"Get him up on the bed. Fix him." Her words started blurring together. In the background, I could hear Kazuha shuffling around the room, her steps unsteady and clumsy. A coldness on my feet jolted me for a second as my socks were being taken off for me. Their hands found the underside of my legs and guided them onto the mattress as a pillow was being slid under my head.

Everything felt heavy, my head, my eyes, even my arms as I tried to move them around. They were trying to tuck me under her covers. "Don't," I slurred. "M' hot," was what I was able to produce as my hands were pushing my newly placed blanket from off of my body. A small exasperated sigh escaped Minji's lips as I looked up at her through my squinting eyes.

"C'mon Minjae, you have to sleep," Kazuha appeared, her slow and hazy form leaning close to my face.

"M'sorry 'ruha 'nd... 'nji," I stammered drunkenly. "I' ruined... yer bed."

"You're fine, Minjae," Minji said in a quiet, but stern tone. Just from her voice I could feel the exhaustion. I could see the two girls talking to each other in a hushed, muffled tone that my ears couldn't properly make out.

But I could faintly make out a "He has class in the morning too," from Kazuha. A part of me wanted to tell them I wouldn't mind sleeping through, but my jaw wouldn't connect properly and nothing came out of my mouth except for a dry moan. Then, before my world could fully blacken into nothingness, my stomach made a lurch. I could see that the room was moving, my surroundings were tilting from left to right, as if my world was placed in a washing machine.

I tried reaching out for someone but the only person that I could hold onto, physically or mentally was Kazuha. The room was spinning around and around, and just at the height of my disorientation, my world came to a slow stop. The world started to make itself clear, first starting in the palm of my hand as they came around something soft, plushy, and plump in my own hands.

A surprised gasp, followed by a sweet chuckle came from the girl that my hands latched themselves onto. As if I could read my own mind, my fingers squeezed and groped that supple flesh that was being presented in front of me. That soft mound had a perfect texture to it.

My vision started to slowly return as well as the sight of what my hands latched onto. Kazuha was looking down at me, her face had a tired smile plastered on. My right hand had found itself home onto her ass that was conveniently sitting at the edge of the bed. My drunken, primal state had overpowered everything rational.

"Perve," She teased with a quiet giggle as she looked over to Minji, who turned her body away and shook her head while I kept my hands busy on Kazuha. "Minjae..." Her sing-song warning tone was almost drowned out by the room spinning back into my head as my eyes fluttered. A small sigh escaped my lips as my hands continued kneading the pillowy softness of her rear.

A tense clench from Kazuha's butt caused my eyes to slowly reopen and my mind to slowly awake again. Kazuha didn't seem to mind much, she was too inebriated to really care if a perverted me was feeling up on her ass. "Minjae, get some sleep," A slurred Kazuha whispered, her eyes slowly looking at her roommate, "Minji, look at what he's doing."

"Yeah, I see," Her roommate responded, "Whatever. We just need him to get up early and he needs to get gone. That's it." She placed both of her hands on her hips, for what seemed like her default pose. My hands were still glued to Kazuha's lower cheeks. She was softly smiling with her head turned to the other side. Maybe I was still too drunk to interpret this correctly, but I had sworn I saw her subtly push her butt more into my hand for a moment.

"Enjoying yourself? You know you have a girlfriend, what would Chae think about this," A tipsy but sly smile appeared on Kazuha's face as she directed her attention back to me.

"C'aewo," I slurred, the name feeling alien on my tongue. The thought of her, with her soft hair and easy smile, was a distant, fading photograph. But hearing her name from Kazuha's lips, coupled with the feel of the soft flesh in my palm, sent a confusing jolt through my system.

Minji, who had her back turned to us the whole talk, let out a sharp, impatient "Ugh." She turned around. "Are you two done? He's drunk. He doesn't know what he's doing. Get him to sleep."

"You're right, you're right," Kazuha relented, her laughter trailing off into a stop, "Minji, look." She had turned her head from the older girl to look back down at me.

I still didn't have any intention of letting go of her, my drunken mind was still in control. But I followed her eyes to my growing tent that had pitched its home in my pants.

A blush crept onto Kazuha's cheeks, and she quickly covered her mouth, a muffled squeak of surprise escaping. "Oh my god," she giggled.

Minji's face remained a mask of stoicism. "That's what happens when you drink," she said flatly, turning away again. "It's biology. Now, can we put him to bed so I can get back to my reading?"

Kazuha, however, was amused. With a little more energy in her moves, she shifted on the bed, my hands slipping away from her derrière. "C'mon, big guy, let's get you comfortable," she cooed, her hands gently pushing my shoulders down until I was fully lying on my back. Her body was in the way, but I could feel her hands working at the top of my pants.

"Zuha! Stop, what are you doing," Her roommate lunged forward to stop her from pushing the hem down my sweatpants.

"I'm trying to get him comfortable," She shot back as a faint blush covered her cheeks, "Won't it hurt if it's bending against his pants?" The blush on her face was now deeper.

"Stop!" Minji scolded. “That’s not how it works!”

The world tilted violently. The two masses were fighting on top of me, their muffled words echoing. The jostling was weirdly turning me on more, with the two pairs of hands pulling up and down my pants, and an accidental graze of a hand near my erection. "Aww, f-fu..."

Kazuha, with her unrestrained drunk strength, managed to push Minji away and with a quick tug, pulled my pants down my thighs, freeing my erection by a slight bit as my boxers were pulled by just a bit down also, revealing just the base of my penis. The warm, muggy air in the bedroom was an odd yet very pleasant relief.

There was an intake of breath from both girls. A surprised squeal from Kazuha and a horrified gasp from Minji. "He's excited," Kazuha pointed out, a slow smile spreading across her lips. My eyes cracked open just enough to catch Minji's face, now a shy shade of red as she quickly averted her gaze.

"It's just an automatic reaction," she stammered. She shot a final glare at Kazuha, before huffing, "Pull his pants back up!"

"You're blushing, 'Ji," Kazuha teased, her eyes never leaving Minji's burning cheeks. She sang, "Minji sees a penis, Minji sees a penis!" She chanted in a sing-songy tone.

"We're not doing this right now!" Minji's voice was high pitched with frustration. I felt a weird satisfaction from this flustered version of her, that there was a chink in her armor of stoicism. The penis twitch that came from that surprised both Kazuha and Minji. Kazuha giggled and turned back to look at me, "Even you think it's funny."

"Zuha," Minji warned.

"Whaaaat?" She playfully groaned. She looked down at my member again, a curious glint in her drunken eyes. "I think I should fix it so it's not hurting him."

"That's not how it works," Minji tried to argue, falling deaf on indifferent ears.

"You wouldn't know, Jiji's never seen a peepee before," the drunken girl cooed. I must've been slowly regaining consciousness, since a laugh came out from my own lips. My laughter surprised both of them, causing Kazuha to giggle too, and Minji to look away in embarrassment.

Before my eyes could process the whole scene I saw Kazuha's head and small hands move. Her fingers were surprisingly warm as she brushed a stray piece of my hair away from my forehead. My breath hitched in my throat. Her touch was electric, a spark that seemed to travel from her fingertips, down my spine, and straight to my now fully exposed erection.

"You okay?" Kazuha's whisper was like a warm breeze. I could only manage a weak nod, my tongue feeling thick and useless in my mouth. Minji was just a blur in the background, a statue of disapproval. I could hear her pacing anxiously on the other side of the small room, her mutters barely audible.

My hips made another twitch, as a signal of my pleasure, something that Kazuha noticed. A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes, like a child who's just discovered a new toy. "He wants me to help him," She slurred confidently towards Minji, "Look, he's saying yes."

"No, no, no," Minji frantically shook her head.

"It'll make it go away," Kazuha concluded, and before Minji could even stop her, her hands finally pulled my boxers away. My member was finally and fully exposed into the humid bedroom air, standing upright as a soldier stood at attention.

Minji froze on the spot. Even in the state I was in, I was very aware of her eyes locked onto it. Her gaze was a mix of shock and something I couldn't quite decipher. A morbid fascination, maybe. "Kazuha..." Her warning was barely above a whisper.

"Wow," was all the Japanese girl could muster.

My head lolled to the side, getting a better view of the flabbergasted look on her face. My drunken mind went in a completely different direction. "Zu-ha," I slurred. "Zuuuha"

"I bet you make Chaewon really happy with that thing, don'tcha," The girl above me whispered, she then turned her body towards her annoyed roommate, "See? It's fine."

"I-It is big," Minji unconsciously murmured, barely audible as her face bloomed into a deeper red. She tried looking away again, but not before I'd caught the flush on her cheeks. A weird spark of ego inflamed me as I laid there. Minji, the perfect girl, was flustered. She had seen my dick and was blushing.

"Bet you want a piece, too, 'Ji," Kazuha teased. "Your first." A shy glance came from the older girl to check my reaction to this. But I was too busy smiling to myself at Minji's small moment of human reaction, but with her own small reaction, she turned back to me, her eyes immediately falling down towards my cock again.

"Stop talking!" Minji retorted but it was too late, the playful and horny mood was set and nothing can stop it at this point.

"M'nji..." My mind felt like it was wading through molasses. The aforementioned girl perked up at my slurred words, her surprise written on her face as I addressed her personally. She said nothing as she slowly and hesitantly crept over to us, almost hypnotized. I saw her swallow hard as her cheeks glowed as a deep shade of red again. There she was, the stoic Minji, her stoicism cracking under the pressure.

"Touch it, like this," Kazuha instructed her roommate, her firm hands and warm fingers wrapping around my cock. A shiver ran through my body as she made the touch. She squeezed firmly, her grip sending a bolt of pure pleasure through me. My hips bucked slightly, a guttural moan escaping my lips. Then, she started to stroke. Her movements were slow, clumsy, a perfect mirror of my own inebriated state. But even in her drunken fumbling, her touch was heaven. My head swam from the over simulation. Alcohol, Kazuha's touch, Minji's watching. It was a dangerous cocktail.

"Zha," I let out a weak moan as her slow, deliberate pace was driving me crazy.

"C'mon, Minji," The Japanese girl's sing-songy voice whispered, "He wants you too." She turned back to me, "Don't you, Minjae?"

"Please, 'nji," My mind was still a blurry mess but this request wasn't an unwarranted request but one fueled by alcohol and desire. It was a plea for a fantasy to come true.

Minji looked torn, her eyes darting between my pleading face, Kazuha's encouraging smile, and the object of our attention, which was now slowly leaking a bead of precum. She bit her bottom lip, a gesture of nerves and indecision.

"It's... okay," I slurred. My mind was already far away, picturing what would happen.

"Aren't you curious what a real penis feels like?" Kazuha pressed, the smirk on her lips widening as she continued her agonizingly slow strokes. "No more textbooks, Minji. Real-life experience." The taunt, laced with a twisted logic, hung in the air between them.

A heavy silence filled the room, punctuated only by my ragged breaths and the faint rustling of sheets as Kazuha moved about. Minji stood frozen for a moment, her internal war raging behind her wide, dark eyes. Then, with a shaky breath that seemed to drain all the tension from her body, she took a hesitant single step forward.

"There she is. How are we two years in university, and you still haven't got any," Kazuha praised her as if this was normal. She patted the spot on the bed next to her, inviting Minji closer.

"This is weird, Kazuha. You need to go to sleep," Minji grumbled but her feet still followed her roommate's instructions. I wanted to see more of Minji. The perfect, studious Minji. I wanted to see her break. A twisted desire sparked inside my drunken haze.

"Don't be a partypooper, Minji." The shorter girl's hand was stroking me at a consistent rhythm.

Minji finally arrived at the bedside. I let my heavy head roll to one side and focused my blurry vision on her. Her face was a beautiful mess of conflicting emotions. Arousal, fear, guilt, and a dangerous curiosity all swirled together in her dark, glassy eyes. They shined in the dim light of the bedroom. Her cheeks had a permanent blush of warmth.

Hesitantly, almost shyly, her warm hands joined Kazuha's. The twin sensations sent another jolt through me. Kazuha's touch was confident, almost possessive, her movements steady and practiced in their fumbling drunkenness. But Minji's was light and hesitant, brushing against my shaft like they were exploring a fragile artifact.

"Mhm," I hummed, and Minji's fingers jumped away like she'd been shocked, a little squeal of surprise escaping her lips.

"Don't be scared," Kazuha took her friend's hand, placing it back firmly around my cock and guiding her in the slow motion of stroking up and down. "There, just like that." Kazuha moved around and sat on her knees on my side while Minji stayed sitting on the side of the bed.

I reached my left hand forward and once again found the soft, plump flesh of Kazuha's ass, giving it a firm, appreciative squeeze. She rewarded me with a soft laugh and leaned into my touch. My right hand, free and seeking its own pleasure, found its way to Minji's thigh. Her jeans were rough under my touch. I felt her flinch, but she didn't pull away. My hand crept upward, higher and higher, until it was resting on the generous curve of her hip.

Who do I thank for this? What god was looking over me and giving me a heaven I haven't even prayed for?

Kazuha sighed, "Geez, I'm getting hot." The redness of her face was apparent, be it from the drinking, the steamy room, or the lewd act in front of her. The girl wasted no second as she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. I underestimated how sexy Kazuha really was when a breath stopped itself in my throat. The dim lighting sculpted her figure into something mythical, her abs were popping out and the black-laced bra perfectly contained her small but modest breasts.

Kazuha sighed and fixed her hair, biting her lip as she looked at me, "Are you getting hot as well?" She pressed forward on her hands and knees before sitting beside my head.. I could smell a warm perfume of vanilla and sweat, a potent combination. The thin fabric of her shorts stretched tight across her hips and thighs, doing little to hide the shape beneath.

I slowly blinked and nodded, answering her question after a long delay. I was speechless. All thanks to the alcohol running through my body. Kazuha simply smirked, and brought her lips close to my ear. I felt her warm breath, a light, ticklish sensation. Then she moved her head and our lips met.

My brain short-circuited. It was a clumsy, drunken kiss, all teeth and fumbling tongues. Kazuha tasted of cheap soju and cherry lip gloss, a surprisingly sweet combination. My senses were overloaded. At some point, we finally had our lips locked onto each other. I squeezed her ass, gripping tightly as everything in me tensed up with delight.

While our lips had their own fun, Minji was still awkwardly stroking me from the side, her motions growing slightly more confident but still hesitant.

Kazuha pulled away, a delicate string of saliva connecting us for a brief moment. She looked down, her messy brown hair framing her face. A smile played on her lips. My head was laid out limp, looking up to the girl's face as my eyes struggled to stay open from the sheer intoxication of the night.

"You okay there?" She whispered in my ear again, her breath causing another shiver through my body. I simply moaned in reply.

"He's... hard," Minji pointed out quietly, her hand pausing mid-stroke to examine the hardness in her grasp. She sounded like a student observing a science experiment, a mix of clinical observation and morbid curiosity.

"Of course he is, Minji. We're hot," Kazuha chuckled again. She looked back at me again, eyeing my shirt and finally deciding to strip me completely to cool things down.

She sighed and hissed, "I didn't expect you to have a nice body. You really make Chaewon happy, don't you." with her emphasis on really. Kazuha leaned back, inadvertently sitting on my hand, as she tossed my shirt aside, "Your turn," She whispered towards Minji. That's when Minji's eyes flickered from my exposed chest to Kazuha, then down at her own t-shirt. An audible silence came from Minji before she took hold of the hem of her white t-shirt.

Minji slowly peeled her shirt up her stomach, her movements stiff and self-conscious. Underneath, she wore a simple, utilitarian beige bra. It wasn't sexy like Kazuha's lacy number, but on Minji, in the dim light of her bedroom with her skin flush and her eyes wide, it was somehow more alluring. There was no pretense, just an honest vulnerability.

"Wow, you too?" Kazuha's eyes widened. Underneath her clothes was a fit and toned body. What was with these two having the most amazing bodies they keep hidden away?

Her breasts weren't large, but they were perky and shapely in the confines of the plain bra. Her stomach was flat and toned, with a faint line of muscle down the center. Minji instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, a weak attempt at hiding her exposed skin. I'd finally gotten the stoic Minji to break from her shell.

"Why are you guys so sexy?" My first clear sentence of the night, albeit slurred and clumsy. Kazuha laughed a hearty laugh that shook my head on the pillow that I still rested on. Minji, in return, blushed even harder.

"You're funny," Kazuha giggled as she laid down beside me, her head on her hand as she watched my expression, "You have a girlfriend. What would Chaewon say?" she repeated her earlier teasing, but this was different now. We were a lot further in this situation now and her teasing was a lot more biting.

She held my face as she took my lips again. Below, I felt Minji's engine kick up again. The hands slowly grew more tight as they stroked me from my base to my sensitive tip, slowly and consistently. She was learning how to handle my cock. I moaned against Kazuha's lips, and she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth with a newfound fervor.

The dual sensations of Kazuha's soft lips and Minji's practiced strokes were quickly undoing me. That familiar coiling tightness returned in my groin. The heat building, the pressure growing, my breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. I was getting close. I could feel it.

I broke away from Kazuha's lips, a groan tearing from my throat. "Wait... wait, 'nji..." I panted, my head lolling back. But my warning was cut short by another long, drawn-out moan.

"What?" Minji whispered. Without warning, my penis let loose a rope of hot, white liquid that shot up and covered Minji's fist, landing on my own stomach and her wrist. Minji flinched and pulled away her hand with a gasp, "What the?" She exclaimed in shock, but her eyes remained glued on her now messy, sticky hands.

I laid limp on the bed, chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. The room was silent, save for my ragged breaths and the pounding of my own heart in my ears. Kazuha propped herself up, a lazy, satisfied smile on her face.

"Oops," Kazuha said with a giggle, her voice a low murmur. "Your first cumshot, 'Ji." She took Minji's sticky fingers and brought them to her lips, licking a drop of my cum off the tip of her pointer. "Looks like you made a mess."

Minji looked horrified. Her head shot down from her own fingers to my spent, wilting cock, to the milky fluid drying on my stomach. "I... We need to get him cleaned up," she said, her voice small and tight, as if trying to regain control over a situation that had spiraled far beyond her. She sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else. She looked around her room frantically, her eyes wild. "Tissues... Where are my tissues?"

Before she could move, Kazuha pulled my hand off her ass and with a single motion, her shorts and underwear were discarded on the bed. My eyes fluttered at this new reveal. She moved to Minji and pulled down her jeans and panties unceremoniously, ignoring the surprised yelp that came from the other girl.

"Zuha! what are you doing?" Minji asked in surprise. I gasped quietly, the two sexy figures in front of my eyes sending a new wave of blood into my flaccid member. Minji immediately moved to cover herself, an arm across her chest, a hand covering the space between her legs. She was gorgeous, a pale expanse of smooth skin and lean muscle, caught in the soft glow of her bedside lamp.

Kazuha was nothing to look down at either, her athletic body was more muscular than Minji's, defined abs, and strong thighs that seemed to go on for days.

"Why are you covering up? We've already seen it all," Kazuha gently moved Minji's arms away from her chest. "And plus," She moved closer to Minji, their bodies were almost touching now, "We have a drunk boy who wants to see more," she whispered, turning her head to wink at me.

"Zuha..." Minji was a blushing mess but didn't try to cover herself back up.

"You know what," Kazuha continued, her breath tickling Minji's ear, "We're all naked. He just had his orgasm to probably the weakest handjob he's ever gotten. It's not going to hurt you to just try and have some fun."

She side-eyed me, "Let's show him how it's done, Minji." And before Minji could even argue, she pulled the reluctant and pliant Minji onto the bed, right next to me. So close. My head turned slightly, my cheek brushing against Minji's forearm. I was lying on the bed, sticky and satisfied but already feeling a familiar stir of desire.

Minji proceeded to climb on top of me slowly, hesitantly, her movements clumsy and unsteady due to a mixture of not knowing what to do, embarrassment, and arousal. The way I was currently positioned, she had her body on top of my stomach, and her knees on either side of my torso. Her warmth was hovering above my growing erection. She avoided my eyes, looking down at her hands, which were planted on my chest for balance. But she sat down nonetheless.

My breath hitched. The feeling of her pussy lips making first contact with my tip was electric. I watched her face, a mask of concentration and vulnerability. "Oh god," She shuddered as she felt it as well. Her eyes met mine for a fleeting second, a raw, unfiltered glimpse of fear and excitement, before they fluttered shut.

Minji sat on top of me for an eternity, her virgin walls adjusting to the tip invading. Kazuha watched this with amusement, propping her head up on her own elbow beside me. "Look at you, taking it like a champ," she praised her friend, her voice a husky whisper. Minji let out a quiet sob, a choked sound. But it wasn't a sob of pain. It was pleasure.

"He's not even halfway in, 'Ji." Kazuha cooed from my side. And right then, Kazuha made a move to straddle my face. I looked up from my periphery and saw her glistening folds descend onto my mouth. Her pussy was already dripping, her arousal mixing with my saliva. My senses were assaulted. I could only see Kazuha, taste Kazuha, and feel Minji. My mind was at their complete control.

This was a terrifying mix of sensations. Minji, tentatively, slowly, started to move above me. It was a gentle, hesitant rocking, a small friction that sent waves of pleasure radiating through my groin and up my spine. Every slight shift she made was a new, electrifying discovery. My cock twitched inside her tight, warm sheath, earning a soft gasp from her.

At the same time, Kazuha started to grind her hips against my face. "Open," She commanded softly, and I obeyed, my tongue extending to taste her for the first time. She was musky, sweet, and slightly salty. Her essence coated my tongue as my mind was being blown by the dual sensation. She moaned, her hips rocking back and forth across my lips as she pushed herself further onto my waiting mouth. I wrapped my hands around her powerful thighs, pulling her closer, deeper.

"Oh, oh, you're good at this," She praised. My tongue delved deeper. I explored her folds, savoring her slickness. I was no expert, but my desire guided me. The sounds coming from her spurred me on. I flicked my tongue across her swollen clit, and she let out a cry, her body trembling.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhh," Minji's moans were lower-pitched and punctuated by sharp gasps. Her rhythm became faster with my tongue’s actions on Kazuha. I could feel her walls clenching around me as her body found a rhythm on my penis, no longer nervous but in full control.

The world had narrowed to the warmth on my cock, the taste on my tongue, and the chorus of female moans. All my drunkenness washed away in favor of an intense, raw consciousness. The three of us were moving together, an intricate dance of bodies. I could hear their heavy breathing and the wet slap of flesh against flesh. The bed creaked beneath our weight.

"F-fuck!" Minji exclaimed as I felt her clench even tighter, her pussy pulsing around me as her hips bucked. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." The word was a prayer, a curse, a mantra, a plea.

"Mhm, mhm, don't stop," Kazuha encouraged her from the other end. Her thighs trembled around me. She was getting close too. Although even if all I could see was Kazuha's beautiful ass and pussy, I could tell Minji was a lot wetter and slicker than before.

"C'mere," the weight of Kazuha moving slightly, planting her sweet ass into my nose as the sounds of a passionate make-out session could be heard. They kissed, a long, slow, and sloppy affair, broken by gasps and moans. My dick throbbed, painfully hard, inside of Minji. I could feel the tightness building again, a coil wound tight in the pit of my stomach.

Minji was completely taking me now, her rhythm growing faster, harder, and deeper. Every time she dropped her hips, I felt a sharp jolt of pleasure. She was moaning freely, a stream of unintelligible curses and praise falling from her lips. It felt like every nerve in my body was shocked with electricity. I was genuinely paralyzed in the midst of these two girls, subject to whatever and however they wanted me.

I could tell Kazuha liked it whenever I flicked my tongue against her sensitive nub. Her back arched as she moaned, pressing her pussy further down onto my face, my tongue buried deep within her. The vibrations of her moan sent a shudder through me as I could feel myself reaching the very precipice.

"God, I'm gonna cum," Minji warned. I could feel the tremors of her legs and the quickening pace of her breath. The pressure was building to an almost unbearable peak. She was squeezing me so tightly I could barely think. It sounded like Minji took Kazuha's lips again, their moans muffled by their liplock.

I was at their mercy, a willing participant in this symphony of flesh. My own moans were lost in the wetness between Kazuha's legs. I was so close.

"A-Aren't you glad you got to feel a real dick, 'Ji?" Kazuha huffed out as she broke the kiss, her voice strained with pleasure. "He's a good boy, isn't he?"

Minji couldn't form words. She just whimpered, a sound of pure, unadulterated bliss. Her hips stuttered, losing their rhythm for a bit before she caught herself and started moving with a renewed vigor. The sounds of her wetness filled the room, a lewd, rhythmic squelch.

Maybe it was the throbbing in my head, but I just couldn't process what was going on all at once. The weight of Kazuha bouncing on my face, plus the tightness and friction of Minji's pussy, and the sweet sounds from the two girls was an overload on my senses. I felt like I was about to burst. If there was some divine being out there, he'd answer my current prayers for a simultaneous orgasm from all three of us.

I didn't get that.

Kazuha was the first to crack. Her entire body seized up, her thighs clamping down around my head, and a loud, guttural moan escaped her lips as her orgasm crashed over her. Her juices flooded my mouth, and I drank them down eagerly, savoring her sweet taste. Kazuha rode my mouth, shifting her hips back and forth and using my lips as her personal toy. Her voice trembled violently, her hips bucking wildly as she rode out the waves of her pleasure.

Kazuha sighed and laughed, her weight pulling off of my face and letting me see the scene once again. She rolled off to the side and laid beside me, spent but still a smiling mess.

In front of me, I saw Minji staring right at me as she bounced herself up and down on me. Her hair was a mess, her face was flushed and glistening with sweat, her lips were swollen. She looked beautiful.

"I-I'm gonna..." Minji whispered, but I could barely hear her. I was too lost in my own building climax. She huffed and leaned forward, her hands finding support on my chest. Her tiny breasts were right in front of my face. They politely bounced on her chest as I could see her abs tense with each movement. Her movements were now fast and desperate. She was chasing her own release, and in the process, she was pushing me closer and closer to mine.

Ripe off of my first orgasm, I was trying my best to last. My hands moved to Minji's hips to try and slow her down but she took this as a sign to go faster. "Don't... stop... me..." she stammered, her nails digging into my chest. I wheezed at the sudden increase in speed. She was a woman possessed.

There was a look of determination now in her eyes, it was like she was finally taking control and wanting the full hundred yards with her first experience. I didn't want to be the one to take that away from her. But I couldn't hold back much longer.

She was bouncing on me like she was trying to break my pelvis, her movements raw and powerful. My head was swimming, my vision was blurring, and I could feel the pressure building to an unbearable point. I was right there. Right at the edge.

"C-Cum," I groaned, trying to warn her. My hands held tightly onto her hips, my knuckles white. I was trying to hold on for as long as I could but Minji wasn't making it easy.

"Okay," She groaned before completely seating herself on my hips with one final motion. She shuddered, and her entire body went rigid as a silent scream escaped her lips. I could feel her pussy clamping down on me, milking me for all I was worth. This was it.

That final squeeze was what sent Minji over the edge, taking what I said as a command instead of a warning. Her back arched, and she threw her head back, a long, drawn-out moan filling the room. Her body trembled, her walls pulsing around me as her orgasm washed over her. Her abs were flexing tightly, giving me a visual representation of what my penis was going through.

The pure pressure of her womanly juices, her tight walls squeezing my cock as she orgasmed, the sight of her beautiful body convulsing on top of me. I couldn't hold back anymore.

I exploded inside her. With a strangled cry, I came, my hot cum flooding her insides. I thrust my hips upwards, driving myself deeper into her as I emptied myself. My vision went white, and my ears rang as my entire body tensed. It was a powerful, all-consuming orgasm that left me breathless and shaking.

I didn't even know I had that much in me.

It felt like an eternity before my body finally went limp, and I collapsed into the bed, my chest heaving. Minji collapsed on top of me, her body limp and spent, her head resting on my shoulder. We laid there for a while, our bodies entangled, our breathing slowly returning to normal.

"Wow," Kazuha whispered from beside us. Her voice was filled with awe and amusement. "Look at you two." Her words hung in the air for a second.

Minji stirred, her head lifting from my shoulder to look at me. Her face was a mess of emotions, a mix of satisfaction, guilt, and confusion. She looked beautiful. I felt less like shit than I thought I would feel. The post-nut clarity wasn't as harsh as I thought it would be.

"You... came inside me," she stated, her voice barely a whisper.

I simply nodded, my jaw too lazy to move. She sighed and shook her hand, "Fuck." The small smile and the little sigh that came afterwards told me she wasn't angry or scared, more or less surprised and flustered.

"Round two?" Kazuha asked from her side of the bed, her voice full of life. She was already starting to sit up, already recovered from her orgasm. My eyes widened at her stamina. I was exhausted. I wanted to sleep. I wanted to stay in this little bubble of post-coital bliss with them forever.

Minji broke into a dumb grin and looked at me with a sharp side-eye. "If he's up for it, I don't mind," She bravely challenged, a newfound confidence in her.

"M' tired," I mumbled.

"Aw, little Minjae is all tuckered out," Kazuha cooed, as she reached out and gently stroked my hair. "Don't worry, we'll take care of you." Fuck, that just turned me on. They definitely noticed too, when they both reacted to seeing my penis try to come to life for the third time now. It was too much. My body can't handle it.

Kazuha looked at Minji, a silent understanding passing between them. Kazuha then turned to me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Okay, okay, we'll let you rest. For now," she said, her voice a low purr. "Go at your own pace," She sighed as she rolled around, laying on her stomach now, showing me her toned back and plump ass.

Minji, with a little sigh of her own, slowly and carefully lifted herself off of me. The loss of her warmth was immediate and jarring. She sat on the edge of the bed, her back to me, and looked down at the mess we had made. A small puddle of my cum was slowly leaking out of her, staining the sheets beneath her. She didn't say a word, just stared at it for a bit and let me appreciate the scene they set for me.

Kazuha let her legs come up and kick in the air as she stared at me, completely comfortable in her nudity. Minji had a lazy look that matched her stoic nature, a calmness about the whole thing as she still was facing away from me.

"He's staring at my ass," Kazuha sang to Minji, who turned her head slightly, a small smile playing on her lips.

"You have a nice butt," I said, my voice still slurred with sleep. "So do you," I directed at Minji, who blushed and grinned.

"Oh, he's a sweet talker," Kazuha giggled. "Tell us more, Minjae."

"You're both... amazing," I slurred, my eyes drifting shut. "Amazing."

"This is your only chance," Minji said, her voice soft but firm. "Make us feel good or regret it in the morning." And with that, she stood up and walked towards her desk, her hips swaying with a newfound confidence. She grabbed the bottle of water I drank from and turned back to us, her body a silhouette against the moonlight streaming through the window.

Fuck, if there was some divine being out there, he'd give me the mental strength to give them a round three.

And that's exactly what I got.

With a strained grunt, I forced myself to ignore and push through the headache and heaviness of my body. I had to show them what I could really do. I had to prove that I wasn't just some drunk guy who couldn't handle two gorgeous women. I had to prove that I was a man.

I pushed myself up into a leaning back position, the room still slightly spinning but the fog of sleepiness was beginning to lift. I saw them both looking at me, their expressions a mix of surprise and amusement.

"Well, well, well," Kazuha purred, bringing her chest up and kicking her legs, a clear invitation. "Look who's back in the game." Her damp pussy glistened in the dim light, a sight that made my already half-hard cock throb with renewed vigor.

Minji took a slow sip of her water, her eyes locked on mine. She didn't say anything, but the small smirk on her lips was enough. She came over to the side of the bed and came next to Kazuha, planting her feet on the ground, bending over, and presenting her own beautiful ass to me.

My heart hammered in my chest, a frantic, wild rhythm. My mind was still a jumbled mess of alcohol and hormones, but my body knew what to do. I reached for Kazuha first, pulling her off the bed to match Minji's position. The two of them, proudly bending over for me to see, their backs arched and their beautiful bodies ready for me to take.

"Are you just going to stare, or are you going to do something?" Minji teased. Where was all this confidence coming from? She gets one good orgasm and she's suddenly some sex goddess. And I loved it. I loved this new Minji. I wanted to start with her, just to knock her down a peg.

I got off the bed, my legs unsteady at first, but I found my footing. I stood behind Minji, my hands reaching out to caress the soft skin of her ass. She shivered under my touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips. I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock throbbing with anticipation.

I pushed inside her again, and she was even wetter than before. The feeling was incredible. She was so tight, so warm, so welcoming. I started to move, my hips finding a slow, steady rhythm.

"Oh god," Minji moaned, her head dropping forward. Her arms propped her up, letting me rail her from behind with no problem. Kazuha moaned in disappointment, "Hurry up, I want my turn."

I scoffed and forced a smile while I was having the time of my life. I reached over and admired Kazuha's sculpted ass, groping and kneading it for the nth time tonight. She hummed and simmered into the bed with a satisfied sigh.

"Just hurry it up" She whined, pushing her ass back against my hand. I ignored her and focused on Minji, my thrusts becoming harder, faster, deeper.

Minji's moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure. She was so responsive, so eager. I could feel her walls clenching around me, her body preparing for another orgasm. I wanted to give it to her. I wanted to make her scream my name.

With my other hand, I reached forward and held onto her shoulder, pulling as I pushed deep within her. That sent a shock throughout her body as she yelled a short and powerful moan. I could feel her legs shaking.

And as a cherry on top, I pulled my hand from Kazuha’s and spanked her ass instead. A loud slap echoed through the room, followed by a surprised yelp from Minji. I saw a red mark start to form on her pale skin, a beautiful sight to behold. I did it again, this time on the other cheek. Another yelp.

Kazuha watched with jealously as I used Minji's body as my personal playground. She had a pout on her face but her eyes were filled with lust. She wanted to be next, and she wasn't afraid to show it. Minji's back arched, allowing me to hit the utmost deepest possible inside her.

The sounds of our flesh slapping against each other, Minji's moans, and Kazuha's soft laughs filled the room, a lewd symphony of desire. The air was thick with the smell of sex and sweat, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled my desire. I could feel myself getting close again, but I wasn't ready. Not yet. I wanted to savor this moment, to etch it into my memory forever.

But Minji was a mess of pleasure. She was a whimpering, moaning mess of pleasure, her body writhing under my touch. Her moans were a mix of pain and pleasure, a beautiful symphony that made my head spin. For her first time, she was taking it all in like a champ. Her pussy was dripping, her juices coating my cock and running down her thighs.

Her moans grew more frantic, her body trembling uncontrollably. She was pulling me in so well that I couldn't help but moan with her. The two of us were making the bed creak in a symphony of passion.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" She cursed, her head bowing down in shame and pleasure. She was losing control, her body taking over, her mind going blank. I knew she was close.

"I can't... I'm..." she stuttered, her words lost in a sea of moans. The sloppy slaps from behind turned into more aggressive ones, my hips working faster now. I wanted her to cum. I needed her to cum. Although, it seemed to be doing a number on me as well. I was hitting my limit real soon.

"C'mon, Minji," Kazuha egged her on from the side. "Cum for him."

The formerly stoic girl aggressively shook her head, outright denying her body's wishes. But that only made her clamp down on me. The sight of her hairless pussy and her perfectly sculpted back as she tried to hold back her orgasm only made me more determined.

I went for another slap on her ass, this one harder than the others. The sound echoed through the room, a sharp, stinging slap, but nothing except a stifled grunt left Minji's lips. She was holding on, trying to prolong the pleasure. She had more stamina than I'd given her credit for.

Her breathing completely changed, less excited and varied but more deliberate and controlled. She was holding on. Her fingers were digging into the mattress, her knuckles white. Her entire body was tense, a spring ready to snap.

I leaned forward, my chest pressing against her back, my breath hot on her ear. "C'mon, y-you know you want to," I whispered, my voice husky with desire. I was losing my own battle.

Minji let out a sigh and groan, "N-not yet." My dick felt like it was being vacuum sealed from inside her. I couldn't move. Not an inch. Her body was clamped down on me, her muscles contracting, her pussy holding me in a vice-like grip.

In just a moment, she had turned the tables. She was in control now. I was at her mercy.

I was struggling to maintain the quick and strong pace I was originally at. My thrusts became shorter, more shallow. My breathing was ragged, my heart was pounding in my chest. I was getting dizzy. I was close. So close. But she wasn't letting me.

"Looks like you need some help," I heard Kazuha whisper, her voice a low purr. I felt her push off from the bed. Her hands snaked around my waist, her fingers tracing the line of my hips. I shuddered, my body responding to her touch. My hips bucked, a reflexive, involuntary movement. But her grip was tight, holding me at my waist, refusing me to give any extra force to push Minji over the edge.

Then I felt her, a soft warmth pressing against my backside. The sudden, unexpected contact made me gasp. She started to grind against me, her smooth crotch sliding against my ass in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her small but firm breasts pressed into my back, her hard nipples a tantalizing tease. She was a second source of pleasure, a constant, maddening friction that was pushing me closer and closer to the brink.

"Do you need a lesson on sex, now?" Kazuha teased, her hands guiding my hips, my thrusts becoming deeper, more forceful with her help. "You're supposed to be making her cum, not the other way around."

But her help was a double-edged sword. Her grinding, her touch, her whispered words, they were all pushing me closer to my own orgasm. I was losing control. I could feel the coil tightening in my groin, the pressure building, the heat spreading through my body. Minji was still holding on, her pussy a fortress, her walls a barrier I couldn't break.

"T-Try and break me, I dare you," Minji confidently said, the first sentence she was completely sure of in a while. Her confidence was a huge turn on, but it was also a challenge. A challenge I was determined to win. The competitive fire in me burned through the drunken haze.

I didn't want to cum. Not yet. Not before she did. I wanted to be the one to make her lose control, to make her scream my name. I wanted to be the one to leave her breathless and spent. And I had Kazuha's help now.

I thrusted again, a slow and deep thrust that made Minji wince. Kazuha's hands tightened on my hips, her grinding becoming more insistent. The three of us were a mess of sweat and desire, a symphony of moans and gasps. We were a unit, moving together, our bodies in sync. The bed creaked beneath us, a rhythmic, steady beat that accompanied our movements.

Minji's control was impressive, a testament to her willpower. But it was also her undoing. The longer she held on, the more sensitive she became. The more she resisted, the more intense the pleasure. I could see it in her face, in the way her eyes were screwed shut, in the way her jaw was clenched. She was fighting a losing battle. Kazuha could tell too.

"Just cum so I can get my turn," Kazuha whined, her teeth nipping at my earlobe. The sharp, unexpected pain sent a jolt through me, a spark of electricity that made my entire body tremble. I gasped, my hips bucking forward, driving myself deeper into Minji. I was right there. Right at the edge. The room started to spin, the sounds becoming muffled, my vision blurring. I was going to cum. I couldn't stop it.

And that's when I heard it. A whimper. A small, pathetic sound from Minji. A crack in her facade. A sign of weakness. A sign of her impending surrender.

I looked down at her, at the back of her head, at her messy, sweat-damp hair. I saw her shoulders shaking, her body trembling. She was losing control. I could feel it.

I looked over to Kazuha, a silent plea in my eyes. She knew what I wanted. She knew what I needed. She gave me a small nod, a silent understanding. She leaned in, her lips practically kissing my ear, "Give her hell."

With that, she let go of me and let me take the reins once again. I saw her move from the corner of my eye, she knelt on the bed and pulled Minji's hair into a makeshift ponytail, forcing her head to arch up instead of resting on the mattress. Her other hand snaked underneath Minji's body to find her clit.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Minji gasped, her back arching, her body tensing. The dual sensations of my cock and Kazuha's fingers were too much for her to handle. She was a goner. A puppet with two masters. And we were both determined to make her cum.

"I can't! I can't! I can't!" She chanted, her words a mix of desperation and pleasure. She was trying to hold on, but it was a futile effort.

"Just let go, 'Ji. Let go," Kazuha whispered, her voice a soothing balm. She applied more pressure to Minji's clit, her fingers moving in a slow, circular motion. Minji's body convulsed, her back arching even further, her head thrown back.

I took that as my cue. I pistoned into her, my hips moving with a mind of their own, a primal, instinctual rhythm. I was a man possessed, a wild animal, a force of nature. I was no longer in control. My body was.

The sounds that came out of Minji were inhuman, a mix of a scream and a sob. Her entire body seized up, her muscles contracting, her walls clamping down on me with a force that made me see stars. And I was right there with her. Right at the precipice, ready to jump into the abyss.

That final, powerful clamp was all it took. The dam broke. With a strangled cry, Minji screamed my name at the top of her lungs. "MINJAE!" Her body convulsed, her legs giving out from under her as she collapsed onto the bed, a mess of sweat and cum and pleasure. The throbbing of her walls as her insides flooded my cock with her own cum was my downfall.

I pulled out of her, a string of our combined fluids connecting us for a brief moment before it broke. I grabbed my cock, my hand moving in a blur, a few desperate strokes before I came. A loud guttural groan came out as I lunged forward for Minji. Kazuha dodged my cumshot as I aimed for Minji's back, painting her beautiful, pale skin with ropes of my hot, sticky cum.

She even helped me out, flipping over Minji mid-orgasm. Her eyes were rolled into her head and her mouth was already open from her moaning. The next few streams shot straight onto her face and her chest. Minji moaned in protest, a weak, feeble sound, but she didn't have the strength to fight. She was completely spent. A beautiful, used mess.

My orgasm was intense, all-consuming. I emptied myself onto her, my body shaking, my vision blurring. When I was finally done, I fell forward on the bed onto my hands, my head hanging down, my chest heaving. I was exhausted, drained, but completely and utterly satisfied.

Kazuha let go of Minji's hair, her body going limp as she collapsed onto the bed. Her eyelids, nose, lips, cheeks, nearly everything was marked by my sperm. She laid there, a beautiful, broken doll, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Look at the mess you made," Kazuha giggled, her voice a low, husky purr. She moved off the bed and assumed her favorite position of bending over the mattress as she planted her feet on the ground. Her pussy glistened in the dim light, a silent invitation. "C'mon, try to keep up, lightweight," she challenged me, a smirk playing on her lips.

My heart sank. I wanted nothing more now than to curl up in a ball and go to sleep. My body ached, my head was pounding, and my dick felt raw. But she was so tempting. Her ass was perfect, her pussy was inviting. A challenge. And I was never one to back down from a challenge.

I let out a low groan, a mix of pain and protest, as I forced myself to stand up. My legs were shaky, my muscles were sore. I felt like I had just run a marathon. A very pleasurable, but exhausting, marathon.

"A-Are you sure?" I stammered, my voice a weak, pathetic whisper.

"Is that thing out of juice? Already?" Kazuha sighed, "Guess Chaewon can't have it all then."

I reached down and wrapped my hand around my sensitive dick, it felt strange to hold and even stranger to stroke. I saw Minji stir and she slowly turned her head over to watch us, her face still covered in my cum.

I took a deep breath and let out a long, weary sigh. "I-I can't."

Kazuha frowned with a pout, "Your little boy isn't waking up?" She wiggled her ass, that sweet ass I'd been admiring all night. But no matter how much my brain appreciated the view, my body refused to cooperate. There was no twitch, no throb of renewed interest. Just a dull, throbbing ache.

"I'm... sorry," I mumbled, the words tasting like defeat. Kazuha scanned the room, then her roommate, then me before getting off the bed and turning face to face with me. Without warning, her hand came down and clamped around my dick. She squeezed and tugged, but there was nothing. It was like trying to start a car with no gas. The engine was dead.

I winced and unintentionally moaned at the painful grab she had on me. Kazuha bit her bottom lip, the gears moving in her head as she adjusted her hold and had her hand cup my ballsack.

"So there is some fight left in you," Kazuha's eyes were focused, her mind racing. She seemed to be having a mental debate, weighing her options. Her hand was practically squeezing my testicles, as if with enough jostling it'd get it to start producing more jizz for her. My brain was too foggy to understand.

I shuddered and moaned, everything was so sensitive that even her light squeeze was enough to practically make my legs turn into jelly. Minji, from her place on the bed, watched us with a lazy, half-lidded gaze. She looked completely spent, a mess of tangled limbs and drying cum, but her eyes held a spark of amusement like she was enjoying watching me squirm.

"Does that feel good?" Kazuha whispered, her head tilting and her face coming closer to mine. I could only manage a nod in reply, a choked gasp escaping my lips. She smirked, her ego clearly inflated by my reaction.

"Look at me," Kazuha shushed, her other hand gently slapping my cheek to grab my attention. As I looked into her brown, lustful eyes, she pulled me in for a kiss. At the same time, she squeezed my balls and made me whine into her lips. The mix of pleasure and pain was intoxicating, a heady cocktail that sent a jolt through my system. There was a flicker of life, a faint twitch.

It sent my nerves in shock, making my legs fall asleep. For a moment, my entire body weight pushed my testicles into Kazuha's hand before I caught myself by grabbing her shoulders. She laughed at me before we kissed again. Our tongues danced a messy, drunken tango.

"He's twitching," Minji's soft voice broke the kiss. I turned my head, and saw her propped up on her elbow, her eyes fixed on my crotch. We followed her gaze and I noticed there was some extra weight in my shaft now, though not entirely erect as I'd like it to be.

"Wake up little guy," she cooed. Strangely, it turned me on to hear the way she talked to my penis like it was a pet. She gently rolled my testicles around in her palm, like she was trying to coax a shy animal out of its hiding place.

I closed my eyes and threw my head into Kazuha's shoulder, letting her take full control. Her hands worked their magic, her touch a perfect blend of firm and gentle. I whimpered and sighed, my hold on her body tightening as her ministrations sent wave after wave of pleasure through me.

"Look at me," Kazuha commanded again, her hands pausing. I looked at her and she had a smile that told me she was proud of her work. "Are you getting hard for me, Minjae?"

All I could manage was a pathetic, "Mhm," in response. That was good enough for her. The two girls shared a look. A silent understanding passed between them. "Good, good," was followed by Kazuha's release of my nuts. She somewhat managed to get my penis fully erect with nothing but her hands. My body was exhausted but my desires weren't. She turned around and got back into her previous position of bending over, giving me another full view of her gorgeous backside. Her pussy was practically dripping with anticipation, her arousal a sweet, musky scent that filled the air. She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes dark with lust. "Come on, big boy. Don't keep me waiting."

I looked down at my erection, a proud soldier standing at attention, ready for battle. But the general was exhausted. I wasn't sure if I had the energy to lead the charge. I looked over at Minji, who had laid her head back on a pillow, her eyes closed, a serene look on her face. She looked like she was about to fall asleep. Then I looked back at Kazuha, who was wiggling her ass impatiently, a clear invitation.

It was only fair.

So I stepped forward and positioned myself behind her. I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her soft skin. My breathing wasn't filling my lungs completely with each breath, a side effect of the alcohol and exhaustion. I was running on fumes, but I was determined to give her what she wanted. What we both wanted.

My hands slid over her round ass, grabbing a hold of a cheek each. I spread her open, my eyes locking on her pink folds. My dick twitched in anticipation.

"You better not pass out," Kazuha warned, "At least not until after you make me cum."

I grunted and closed my eyes, the taunt spurring me on. With a newfound resolve, I opened my eyes and changed my sights. Using my thumbs to slightly open her up, I spat onto her asshole and aimed the tip of my cock right at the tight little hole. Kazuha held her breath, her body tensing in anticipation.

"You sure?" She asked, her voice a shaky whisper. I could only nod in reply. I was too tired to speak. My actions would have to speak for me. I slowly pushed forward, the tip of my cock pressing against her tight entrance. She was so much tighter here than Minji. I had to apply more pressure to get the head of my dick inside her, but when I did, she let out a gasp that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Shit," she whimpered, her hands clenching into fists.

It felt like I was trying to shove my arm through a keyhole. The friction was intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that made my head spin. I was so sensitive, so raw, that every movement felt magnified. I could feel every inch of her tight walls as I slowly, carefully, pushed myself deeper inside her.

"F-Fuck, you'r-re tight," I groaned, my hands holding her hips in a death grip. Kazuha just whimpered in response, her body trembling. She was a lot more vocal than Minji. It was a huge turn on.

Her ass cheeks clenched around my shaft, her body trying to adjust to my size. I could feel her muscles contracting, her walls resisting my intrusion. The feeling was incredible. The sensation was overwhelming, a flood of pleasure that washed over me, making my knees buckle. I had to take a deep breath to steady myself, my heart pounding in my chest.

"You can... you can move now," Kazuha panted, her head turned to the side, her cheek pressed against the mattress. "Just be gentle." Her voice was a mix of pain and pleasure, a desperate plea that made my dick throb.

I started to move, my hips pulling back slowly before pushing forward again. The friction was intense, a hot, burning sensation that made me grit my teeth. I was trying to be gentle, to take my time, but my body had a mind of its own. My movements were jerky, uncoordinated, a clumsy dance of desire. I was a mess, a drunken, horny mess, but I was determined to make her cum.

"Oh god," Kazuha moaned, her back arching. "G-Gentle, please." Her words were a half-hearted plea, a desperate attempt to maintain some semblance of control. But I could hear the desire in her voice, the hunger. She wanted more.

I looked over at Minji, who was now watching us with a curious expression. Her eyes were glued onto Kazuha as she shifted her position, pushing her hips back to meet my thrusts. A soft sigh left my lips as I took her silent encouragement. She wanted more. And I was going to give it to her.

I held her hips tight, my fingers digging into her soft skin, as I started to lower myself onto her. Her back was arched, her ass in the air, a perfect, inviting target. My chest pressed against her back, my weight pinning her down, limiting her movement. She was at my mercy now.

"Is this... is this okay?" I panted, my lips brushing against her ear. She shivered, a soft gasp escaping her lips. She didn't answer, but her body did. Her walls clamped down on me, her muscles tensing, her body preparing for what was to come.

I took that as a yes.

I started to move again, trying to find the bottom of her ass with my cock. Everything felt like it was on fire. My entire body was on fire, a burning, all-consuming flame that threatened to consume me whole. I couldn't dig deeper without my penis feeling like it was being bent in half. The feeling was a mix of pleasure and pain, a delicious torment that made my head spin. But I wanted more. I wanted to bury myself inside her, to lose myself in her warmth.

I grunted in frustration, my movements becoming more forceful, more desperate. I was trying to break through, to find a deeper level of pleasure, but I couldn't unless I pushed myself past this wall of resistance. The thought of pulling out and trying again was too much, a daunting task I wasn't sure I had the energy for. So I pushed forward, my hips bucking, my body trembling with effort.

Then I heard a soft moan from Kazuha. "Oh G-God," she whimpered, her body shaking. I saw her hands clawing at the bedsheets, her knuckles white.

"F-Fuck, Minji," Kazuha panted, her head turning to the side, her eyes searching for her roommate. "He's so... deep."

Minji smiled and came forward, crawling to Kazuha on her hands and knees, her body still sticky with my cum. Her hair fell down and covered her face, but her eyes, dark and lustful, were fixed on Kazuha. "You asked for it," She said matter-of-factly.

"I-I know," Kazuha stuttered. "I didn't... think it would be... like this."

Her words filled my head, making my head swell with pride. "Tell me what it feels like," Minji whispered, her hand reaching out to caress Kazuha's cheek. Kazuha leaned into her touch, her body relaxing, her walls loosening their grip on me. It was an opening. A small, but significant, one.

I took advantage of it. With a slow, unyielding thrust, I broke through. I buried myself to the hilt inside her, my balls pressing against her ass. The feeling was incredible. A wave of pleasure washed over me, so intense, so overwhelming. Every bit of my dick was being stimulated by her tight hole.

"Shit!" Kazuha screamed, her back arching, her body convulsing. "Oh, shit! Shit! Shit!" Her curse words were a litany of pleasure, a desperate prayer to a god she didn't believe in.

"So what does it feel like?" Minji asked again, her fingers trailing down Kazuha's neck, her touch a gentle, teasing caress. They suddenly snapped into a grip, squeezing the back of her neck and pulling her hair to the side, giving me a better view of Kazuha's face. She looked beautiful, her face contorted in a mask of pleasure and pain, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream.

"It feels... full," Kazuha gasped, her chest heaving. "So... full. Like... he's gonna... split me in half." Her words were a jumbled mess of incoherent thoughts, a stream of consciousness that made my head spin. "And... it burns. But... a good burn. Like... a good stretch."

Minji hummed and moved closer to Kazuha, her lips brushing against her ear. "Wow, I'm curious how that would feel," she whispered, her voice a low, husky purr. She was just trying to rile her up, but I was the one who was being teased. The thought of me stretching out Minji's ass like I was with Kazuha now, was a potent aphrodisiac.

I held myself there for a moment, letting myself get used to the feeling of being completely swallowed by her. Her ass was a hot, tight glove, a perfect fit that made my dick throb with need. I wanted to move, to fuck her hard, to make her scream my name. But I also wanted to savor this moment, to etch the feeling into my memory forever.

"G-Geez, oh my god, I need a second," Kazuha whimpered, her body trembling. "You're... you're in my stomach." I looked down, just past her amazing abs, and saw the small bulge on her stomach, a visible sign of my intrusion. I could see the strain of her abs, as her body fought to get used to the intrusion.

Minji, out of character might I add, gently placed her hand over Kazuha's stomach. A light gasp left Kazuha's lips as Minji pressed down, adding another layer of stimulation that made Kazuha's body shake.

"Right here?" Minji asked, her fingers tracing the outline of my cock. Kazuha's head hit the mattress and I saw her eyes fiercely glare at her roommate. "What? I'm just checking." She replied with a mischievous smile.

"I-I'm go-going to fuck you u-up," Kazuha moaned through gritted teeth. The threat was empty, a desperate attempt to regain some control. But Minji just laughed, a low, throaty laugh that sent a shiver down my spine. She was feeling confident, in control, and she was loving every second of it.

"Try me," Minji challenged, her hand still pressed against Kazuha's stomach. She leaned in, her lips hovering over Kazuha's, a silent invitation. And then she kissed her. A soft, gentle kiss that quickly turned passionate, their tongues dueling in a messy, drunken tango.

The sight was enough to make me lose my mind. I had to move. I couldn't hold back any longer.

I started to move, my hips pulling back slowly before pushing forward again. The friction was intense, a hot, burning sensation that made me grit my teeth. I had to go slow, or else I'd pass out from overstimulation. With this tight ass, I had to take my time before I could go any faster.

As I pulled out, I saw her ass grip my dick tightly, her walls refusing to let me go. It was a beautiful sight. I pulled out until only the tip was inside her, then I pushed back in, burying myself to the hilt once again.

"Fuck," I groaned, my head thrown back. The feeling was incredible. A wave of pleasure washed over me, so intense, so overwhelming. I could feel my body responding, my muscles tensing, my breath hitching.

The two girls were still kissing, their hands exploring each other's bodies, their moans muffled by their lips. Minji's hand moved from Kazuha's stomach to her breasts, her fingers tweaking her hard nipples. Kazuha gasped into Minji's mouth, her body arching, her back pressing against my chest.

"Looks like she's enjoying this," Minji whispered, breaking the kiss and looking over her shoulder at me.

"Y-Yeah," I murmured, my hips still moving in a slow, steady rhythm. I was trying to hold on, to savor the feeling, to make it last as long as I could. But I was getting close. So close. I gasped and closed my eyes, trying to lock in this feeling of my dick being choked by Kazuha's ass.

I was in my own world, a haze of pleasure and alcohol, my mind a blank slate. All I could think about was the feeling of Kazuha's tight walls around me, the sound of her moans, the sight of her and Minji kissing. The bed was creaking in protest, a rhythmic, steady beat that accompanied our movements.

I didn't even realize that Minji had moved away from Kazuha's lips until I felt a warmth on my neck. Her hands found the sides of my face and she turned my head to meet her. She looked at me, her eyes dark with lust. She didn't say anything, but I knew what she wanted.

She leaned in and kissed me, her lips soft and inviting. She tasted of salty jizz and something else, something sweet and musky. She tasted like Kazuha. I moaned into her mouth, my hips bucking forward, driving myself deeper into Kazuha.

The kiss was a battle of tongues and teeth. She was aggressive, demanding, taking what she wanted. And I let her. I was putty in her hands, a willing participant in her game.

"He's getting close," Minji whispered, breaking the kiss and looking down at Kazuha, who was a whimpering, moaning mess.

"N-No," Kazuha whimpered. "N-Not yet."

"Is that so?" Minji challenged, a smirk playing on her lips. She moved away from me and crawled back to Kazuha, her hand snaking around her waist to find her clit. "Let's see if we can change that."

"Oh, shit!" Kazuha screamed, her body convulsing, her back arching. I chuckled, watching the karma hit Kazuha like a truck. Minji enjoyed the twisted revenge for earlier more than I did, since she was relentless with her fingers.

"Y-You're g-going to make me... c-cum," Kazuha stammered, her words a jumbled mess of incoherent thoughts. She was fighting a losing battle, her body betraying her, her willpower crumbling.

"That's the point," Minji said matter-of-factly, her fingers moving in a fast, circular motion. Kazuha's body tensed, her face burying itself into her arms. Her moans turned into a single note, a high-pitched, desperate plea. Minji, seeing her chance, leaned down to bite down hard on her ass cheek.

"Je-jesus," I gasped, my hips stuttering. Kazuha's body seized up, her muscles contracting, her walls clamping down on me with a force that made me see stars. Without warning, Kazuha's pussy started to gush. A stream of clear fluid fell from between her legs like a sink faucet was turned on.

"Mmmkrh," Kazuha's scream was muffled by the mattress, a mix of a sob and a moan. Her asscheeks clamped around my dick, making me freeze as her entire body went stiff. Her body was still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Finally, the faucet was turned off and there was a clear puddle of cum on the floor now.

Minji let out a laugh, a proud, triumphant laugh. She sat up, a smirk on her lips, her eyes gleaming with victory. She looked at me, her eyes filled with glee. "Your turn," she said, her voice a low, husky purr.

I was so close but I wasn't done yet. There was still a part of me that wanted more, needed more. I wanted Kazuha to come over and over tonight, something about making a girl that confident lose control was a huge turn on.

"I'm not done with you yet," I grunted, my hips pulling back for another thrust. Kazuha's body went limp, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

"N-No more," she pleaded, her head turning back. Her body rocked back and forth, there was no weight or sign of resistance from her. She was completely at my mercy. "I can't. Please."

"C'mon, one more?" I begged, my hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. I was so close, teetering on the edge of my own orgasm. The sight of her, so vulnerable, so willing, wow. Minji got off the ground and moved around her room, looking for something in the dark.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Kazuha chanted, her hands grabbing at the sheets, her knuckles white.

"Found it," Minji said, her triumphant cry cutting through the fog of my pleasure. I looked over to see her holding a massive, purple vibrator, a monstrous thing that looked like it could cause some serious damage. She turned it on, a low, menacing hum filling the room.

"Where the hell did you find that?" I asked, my hips still moving, my body acting indifferent to the competition that was introduced. The behemoth was definitely bigger than me, wider than me, and looked more powerful than me. Not a fun comparison.

"It's mine," Kazuha whimpered, her head lifting from the mattress. "Don't."

"I bet you regret buying me such a dumb birthday gift now," Minji taunted, stroking it in her hands. She looked at me, "Zuha thought it'd be funny to buy this thing instead of an actual gift for my birthday. I never used it before but now seems like a good time." Her lips then turned into a smile, "I've always wanted to see how this thing works on a pussy."

Before Kazuha could protest, Minji knelt behind her and pressed the vibrating head against her dripping pussy.

"OH MY GOD!" Kazuha screamed, her body convulsing. The sensation was too much, a double assault that sent her over the edge again. The combined feeling of me and the vibrator was a sensory overload that made her lose her mind. "Too much! Too much!"

"That's the point," Minji giggled, pressing the vibrator deeper, her movements more deliberate. The sight was mesmerizing, a beautiful, lewd dance as her folds jittered side to side. The buzzing was muffled but the effect was clear.

Kazuha's body was a live wire, a writhing, trembling mess of pleasure and pain. Her upper body was locked in a strained pose, her face still buried in her arms, muffling her screams. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her knuckles white. Her body was at its breaking point.

"I'm... I'm..." Kazuha stammered, her words a jumbled mess of incoherent thoughts. Thankfully, Minji stopped the vibrating, holding the thick tip inside of Kazuha's lips. "Slowly," Minji's husky voice dragged the syllable as she tried to wedge the dildo forward.

"A-Are you putting it i-n?" I managed to ask, my own hips frozen in place. The sight before me was too much to process, a lewd tableau that made my head spin.

"I am," Minji said, a wicked grin on her face. She started to push the vibrator inside Kazuha, her movements slow, deliberate. "And you're going to love it."

I was astonished to say the least. With her other hand, Minji used her thumb to spread Kazuha's lips further, giving me a clear view of the dildo stretching her. I could feel the pressure through her walls, a strange, dull sensation that made my own dick throb.

Kazuha wasn't faring any better, her mouth was wide open but her throat was choked on her moans. A strained, low pitched noise filled the room as the huge dildo was being pushed into her. The stretch was immense, a visible strain that made me wince in sympathy.

"Look at her, taking both of you at once," Minji whispered, her eyes gleaming with pride. "She's such a good girl."

I was in awe. I could feel the vibrator's shaft sliding into her, the pressure against my dick through her thin walls. It was a strange, surreal sensation, a feeling of fullness that was both overwhelming and exhilarating.

My hips started to move once again, having been deep inside her ass for a while now that I was completely used to the feeling. The added pressure of the dildo was a new challenge, a new level of pleasure that I wasn't prepared for.

"M-Minji... p-please..." Kazuha whimpered, her body trembling. But Minji ignored her, her focus on the task at hand. She was determined to see this through, to push Kazuha to her limits. And beyond.

I looked down at the sight before me, the sheer filthiness of it all making my head spin. My dick, buried deep in Kazuha's ass, and a huge, purple dildo, stretching her pussy. It was a beautiful, lewd sight, a testament to our shared desire.

"You're a fucking monster," I breathed, my hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. The friction was intense, a hot, burning sensation that made me grit my teeth.

Minji just laughed, a low, throaty laugh that sent a shiver down my spine. "I guess." With that, Minji unceremoniously started the vibrator once again. What followed was the most chaotic sequence of events I have ever experienced.

"OH FUUUUUUUUUCK," Kazuha screamed, her back arching, her body convulsing. The vibrations were strong, I could attest as even I felt them running up my dick. My legs went numb for a second, the stimulation was too much. It was like my dick was a tuning fork, resonating with the vibrations of the dildo. The buzzing was muffled but the effect was clear, a powerful, pulsating rhythm that sent shivers down my spine.

Kazuha was thrashing about like a fish out of water, her body a writhing, trembling mess of pleasure and pain. Her hands clawed at the air and the sheets. My grip on her hips tightened like I was trying to wrangle a raging bull. In between moans were sobs as Kazuha started to cry. She was completely and utterly overwhelmed, her body and mind unable to process the sheer intensity of the sensations.

"I can't! I can't! I can't!" she sobbed, her words a jumbled mess of incoherent thoughts. But her body betrayed her, her walls clamping down on me, her muscles contracting, her body preparing for another orgasm. Her body was a battlefield, a war between pleasure and pain, and she was losing. Badly.

Her sobs only turned Minji on more. The dominant girl took her free hand and held the base of the dildo, pushing it in and out of Kazuha's pussy in a steady rhythm. She was fucking her with the dildo, her movements fluid and confident. She was a natural, a born dom, and she was loving every second of it.

The bed was shaking, the creaks and groans of the frame a lewd symphony that accompanied our movements. Kazuha’s legs came off the ground, letting her upper body bear her weight on the bed as her legs flailed around in desperation. The air was thick with the smell of sex and sweat, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled my desire.

"You wanted a turn, you got one," Minji grunted, her movements becoming more forceful, more aggressive. She was taking out her frustration on Kazuha, a pent-up anger that I didn't know she had. But I was glad she did. The sight was mesmerizing, a beautiful, lewd dance that made my head spin.

I couldn't hold on any longer. I was at my limit, my body on fire, my mind a blank slate. The vibrations, the pressure, the sight of Kazuha, a sobbing, moaning mess, I was being sent over the edge real, real soon. My thrusts became erratic, my hips bucking, my body trembling. I was a wild animal, a force of nature, and I was about to explode.

My gut was tightening, a familiar pressure building, a sign of my impending orgasm. Edging myself to hold on, to make this hopefully final orgasm really matter, was harder than I would like. The rough vibrating of the dildo was seeping past my concentration. It was making my dick feel like it was a phone buzzing nonstop. A very specific feeling that I never thought I'd have.

"PLEASE, P-PLEASE, PLEASE," Kazuha screamed. Whether she wanted it to stop or to keep going, her orgasm was a runaway train. There was no stopping it. Her entire body seized up, her back arching, her head thrown back. Her walls clamped down on me, a vice-like grip that made me see stars.

Her body went rigid as her mouth opened to let out the most silent but intense orgasm I've ever seen. Her face was a mask of pure ecstasy, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her mouth agape in a silent scream. She was a beautiful, broken toy. Minji and I both felt it. Her pussy and ass started convulsing in a wild, uncoordinated rhythm.

Her fat asscheeks clenched and unclenched around me, giving me one last massage as my cue to go. The vibrator dropped out of her from the force of her orgasm, a gush of cum following it and drenching Minji's hands and the floor below. Minji seemed unfazed, a small smile playing on her lips. She was proud of her work. She was proud of what she had done to her friend.

The last straw. I couldn't hold back any longer. With one last groan, I came, my body shaking, my vision blurring. I emptied myself into her, my hot, sticky cum filling her tight ass. My hips bucked, my body convulsing, my mind going blank. It was an intense, explosive orgasm, a release of all the pent-up desire and frustration of the night.

When I was finally done, I collapsed onto Kazuha's back, my body a dead weight. I was completely and utterly spent, drained of all energy, my body aching, my head pounding. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, a frantic, wild rhythm that matched my own.

"Get... off," Kazuha wheezed, her body limp. She was barely conscious, a mess of hair covered her exhausted face as she struggled to catch a proper breath. She was beautiful, even in her disheveled state, a vision of raw, unfiltered beauty that made my heart ache.

I rolled off of her, my body hitting the bed with a soft thud. I was on the verge of passing out, the alcohol and exhaustion finally taking their toll. My eyelids felt heavy, my body sinking into the mattress, the world fading into a hazy, dreamlike state.

I was vaguely aware of Minji moving around the room, her movements a blur of shadows and dim light. I heard the soft rustle of sheets, the quiet hum of the vibrator being turned off, the distant sound of running water, probably Kazuha leaking her cum onto the floor. I was too tired to care, too tired to move. I was floating, adrift in a sea of blissful oblivion, my mind a blank slate.

Friday | March 22th, 2024 | 5:42 PM

How did this happen again? What's happening? My eyes opened after what was probably my fifth orgasm, and I was standing in a completely different place than I remembered. Instead of laying on the bed, I was standing inside Kazuha's bathroom, my dick in my dirty hand with jizz all over it. Minji's black lace thong was affixed to my face, with Kazuha's grey and white Calvins' around my shaft.

My chest was thumping, not from arousal, but seeing everything in front of me. My jizz was covering the sink of Kazuha's bathroom. The mirror above it had signs of my cum dripping down from it. My brain was screaming at me. Not from disgust, but from confusion.

Once again, I blacked out in a sexual frenzy. I hissed, spotting Kazuha's toothbrush on the edge of the sink with a deliberate cumshot aimed at the bristles. I snatched it away and cleaned it under the sink's faucet. What was horny freak Minjae planning on doing? How did I get here?

I cleaned up my mess as best I could, my movements clumsy and slow, my body still aching. I washed my hands, my face, my chest, trying to get rid of the evidence of my sex-crazed debauchery. I looked at myself in the mirror, a pale, disheveled mess with a pair of panties on my face and another few wrapped around my dick.

I quickly took off the panties, my hands trembling as I folded them and stuffed them into my pants that I pulled on. Kazuha's room looked about the same, save for the drawers that had streaks of cum covering her clean underwear. Her dresser was slightly ajar, where I had deposited my seed into leave my mark. I used my foot to close them how they were when I walked in.

My head was a mess, a jumble of conflicting thoughts and emotions. I was disgusted with myself, with my lack of control, with my depraved desires. But I was also impressed for the most part. I had stolen four more pairs for my collection. Two more girls with their underwear secured in my possession. The thought made my dick twitch, a spark of arousal cutting through the haze of self-loathing.

Hiding my obvious cum from the room, except for the cumshots in Kazuha's underwear drawer, those were staying. I made sure to take double takes around their dorm before deciding to leave the crime scene. I exited their dorm room, the orgasms still making my head throb. The walk out of the building was a blurry, disorienting experience, the walls spinning, the floor tilting. I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience, a spectator watching myself stumble down the hallway.

Twice in one week, I had escaped with more panties. And for the second time, I lost myself to my primal urges. Can I officially call myself a degenerate monster now? Probably, but I've always had a hunch I was.

Kim Minji - Obtained 3/22/24

Kazuha Nakamura - Obtained 3/22/24

Oooooo, I've finally got to this chapter. Recently, Kazuha has been stuck in my head. I've always had eyes on her since her debut but sheesh has she been feeding us good! I hate to do this after a good 3 chapter run of smut but I need a break from writing sex scenes. Which is why this next chapter is a simple interlude of slice of life! Haha, you think I'll give myself a hiatus? When I'm nearing some of the characters that I've always wanted to write? As if! Just let me make sure I still know how to write regular chapters before I drop some of my favorite chapter ideas.

Haha, love this, love you guys actually, love writing this story. It's coming up to the 2 year anniversary from the release of the first chapter on AFF. I'm truly grateful for all the love i've received on this story that was originally a one shot hidden away in a Google Docs. 52 chapters, across two years, I guess that makes sense. I do try to release every two weeks or so. Wow, it's really something to behold, I'm talking for myself of course. I would've never thought this story would go this far, as far as all the characters I've written for, the relationships I've explored and the backstories for the aforementioned characters. There's some bitterness to seeing that I've written the ending to this story as two years ago I wouldn't have imagined being at this point. Don't worry, by my calculations and my writing schedule, we still have about a year to go before we see how Minjae finishes his story!

Thanks for the love, -PI