Reckless Abandon

[FLASHBACK - THE NIGHT BEFORE: AEWOL BEACH RESORT RAVE]

The Aewol Beach Resort was Jeju's worst-kept secret. By day, it was a pristine, upscale paradise of white sand beaches and infinity pools. By night - especially during festival season - it transformed into the K-entertainment industry's unofficial fuck palace. Young idols, actors, musicians, and the ultra-rich offspring of chaebols all descended on the place, and what happened there was supposed to stay there. But rumors always leaked. They always did.

The beach rave that night was in full swing - a pop-up EDM festival with a stage built right on the sand, strobe lights cutting through the darkness, and bass so heavy you could feel it in your chest. Tonight's headliners were BLACKPINK, and half the industry had shown up just to watch them own the stage. Four women in leather, mesh, and skin-baring confidence, moving like they'd conquered the world and were just deciding what to burn next. They were performing "Shut Down," and the message was unmistakable: We own this. Our bodies, our rules, our empire.

Ryujin watched from the edge of the crowd, dressed to kill in a neon green sports bra that barely contained her soft B-cups, black booty shorts that rode up high enough to show the curve of her ass, and chunky platform sneakers. Her hair was wild, her eyeliner smudged in that effortlessly cool way, and she radiated pure, chaotic energy. She'd learned half their choreography just from watching fancams - Yuna might be ITZY's self-proclaimed president of the Blink fan club, but Ryujin was absolutely the vice president, and she wore that shit like a badge of honor. This was what she understood. Female empowerment meant doing whatever the fuck you wanted - wearing what you wanted, fucking who you wanted, refusing to apologize for any of it. BLACKPINK had blazed the world on that philosophy, and Ryujin had internalized it like gospel.

What she missed - what she'd always missed - was the part where empowerment wasn't just about taking power; it was about knowing when you were giving it away.

Beside her, Karina looked like she'd been Photoshopped into reality. The aespa leader wore a white triangle bikini top under a sheer mesh crop top, paired with high-waisted white denim shorts so tight they might as well have been painted on. Her tits - those legendary, gravity-defying D-cups that had launched thousands of fan edits - were practically spilling out, and every man within a hundred-meter radius was openly staring.

"I hate this," Karina muttered, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest as they pushed through the crowd toward the dance floor. "Everyone's staring."

"Because you look like a goddamn cheat code come to life," Ryujin laughed, grabbing her wrist and pulling her forward. "Relax, Jimin-ah. You're supposed to be having fun. Forgetting about that dickhead ex of yours."

Karina's jaw tightened at the mention of Lee Jae-wook. Three months. It had been three months since they'd broken up, and she was still sexually frustrated as hell. He'd been the only guy who could actually make her cum - every other man since fell into one of two categories: the ones who finished in under a minute because touching her was too overwhelming, and the ones who lasted but fucked her like she was a conquest to brag about, not a woman to satisfy. Either way, she was left high, dry, and furious.

"I'm trying," Karina said through gritted teeth. "But I'm telling you, they're all the same. They either see me, get inside, and finish before I even feel anything, or they just use me for their own ego. No one actually gives a shit if I get off." She stopped, her voice tight. "It's fucking humiliating."

"Then stop fucking all these idol and celebrity boys," Ryujin replied, yelling over the bass, bouncing to the beat as they reached the edge of the mosh pit. "They're all overrated anyway. Get yourself a normal guy. Someone who'll actually put in effort instead of nutting the second they get a look at your tits."

Before Karina could respond, a group of guys pushed their way through the crowd - five of them, tall, athletic, clearly college-aged. The one in front, broad-shouldered with a jawline that could cut glass, locked eyes with Karina and his face lit up like he'd just won the lottery.

"Holy shit," he breathed, elbowing his buddy. "Is that Karina? From aespa?"

His friends immediately started whooping and shoving each other to get a better look, their eyes ping-ponging between Karina's face and her tits.

Karina felt it immediately - that familiar split. The part of her that wanted to roll her eyes and walk away. And the part that was so desperate, so frustrated, that even this stupid frat-boy attention felt like something.

Get yourself a normal guy.

Ryujin's advice rattled around her skull, reframing what she was seeing. These weren't idols. They weren't polished, media-trained, or starstruck into uselessness. They were just... guys. Normal guys. The kind Ryujin probably meant. The broad-shouldered one was still staring, and Karina felt her desperation sharpen into something like hope. Maybe Ryujin understood something she didn't. Maybe chaos was the only way forward.

Ryujin, meanwhile, had already mentally undressed all five of them. Where Karina saw "maybe this could work," Ryujin saw fresh meat - gym-rat bodies, that cocky frat-boy energy, and the kind of dumb confidence that made them easy to manipulate and even easier to ride into oblivion. She spotted a Yonsei University logo on one of their tank tops.

"Yonsei boys?" she called out, stepping forward with a grin, like a shark spotting blood in the water.

"Yeah!" the broad-shouldered one - Minjae, his name tag read - said, though his eyes were still glued to Karina. "We're here for the week. Frat trip. Are you really -"

"Yup, that's Karina. From aespa," Ryujin said, stepping between them like she owned the space. "And I'm Ryujin. From ITZY. You've heard of us, yeah?" The way she said it made it clear there was only one right answer, but she didn't wait for one anyway. "You boys wanna dance or just stand there looking stupid?"

"Fuck yes," one of them breathed, and just like that, Ryujin had them.

They merged into the mosh pit together, bodies pressed close in the chaos of bouncing, sweating humanity. The guys tried to get handsy with Karina - one reaching for her waist, another "accidentally" brushing against her ass - but she batted their hands away with icy precision, her expression haughty and untouchable even as the crowd threatened to swallow her whole.

But Ryujin caught it - the way Karina's lips twitched when one of them whispered something in her ear. The way she didn't move away when Minjae's hand lingered on her hip a second too long. She was testing the water. Seeing if any of them might be different.

In the strobing darkness, Karina looked like she was drowning in slow motion - still perfect, still untouchable, but something desperate flickering behind the mask every time the lights hit her face.

Ryujin, meanwhile, was in her element - moving with the crowd like she’d been born in strobe light and bass drops, every touch fueling her instead of draining her. She ground against all of them indiscriminately, her ass pressing into bulges, her hands wandering over abs and chests. The music was deafening, the crowd a writhing mass, and she let herself dissolve into it - no thoughts, just sensation. Time stretched and compressed. One second she was facing the stage, the next she was sandwiched between two bodies, the next she was spinning, laughing, alive in a way nothing else made her feel. The world reduced to heat and bass and skin and the beautiful, blissful emptiness of not having to be anything but this.

One of them - Jihoon, a lean swimmer type with sharp features - pulled her close, his hand sliding down to grip her ass through her shorts.

"Bold move," she whispered in his ear, her own hand reaching back to palm the growing bulge in his swim trunks.

"You're soaked," he groaned, and Ryujin realized his fingers had slipped under the leg of her shorts, finding her bare, unshaved pussy. No panties. Of course.

She grinned, pressing back harder, and in the chaos of the mosh pit - bodies everywhere, lights flashing, bass pounding through her chest - she reached down and yanked her shorts aside just enough to guide his cock to her entrance.

He was already hard, already leaking, and he slid into her with a grunt of shock and pleasure. Her pussy, thick-lipped and perpetually wet, swallowed him easily, and she felt every inch as he bottomed out.

"Fuck," Jihoon gasped, his other hand coming up to wrap around her throat - not squeezing, just holding.

She started grinding, fucking him standing up in the middle of the crowd, her back to his chest, his hand on her throat, his cock buried deep. The music drowned out everything else. No one around them seemed to notice - or if they did, they didn't care. This was Aewol. This was what happened here.

The whole thing felt liminal, dreamlike - like the rave had swallowed her whole and she was just another pulse inside its throat, another body in the crowd, another heartbeat in the chaos. Ryujin closed her eyes and let herself ride the wave.

Time warped. Sound blurred. Bodies weren’t people anymore; they were heat and motion and distraction, and she clung to that dissociation because it meant she didn’t have to feel anything else.

He lasted maybe ninety seconds before she felt him tense, his grip on her throat tightening as he came, flooding her with heat. She felt it leak down her thighs immediately, soaking into her shorts, but she just kept grinding, milking every last drop before pulling forward and letting his softening cock slip out.

Jihoon looked dazed, like he'd been hit by a truck. "Holy shit. That was -"

"Give me your number," Ryujin said, turning to face him with a wicked grin.

He fumbled for his phone with shaking hands.

Across the pit, Karina had watched the whole thing out of the corner of her eye. Karina watched, something twisting low in her stomach - envy, resentment, longing, she couldn’t tell.

Ryujin drowned so beautifully.

Karina only seemed to sink.

But part of her wondered what it would feel like to just... let go like that.

Later, after the rave had died down and they were walking back along the beach, Karina finally broke the silence.

"You fucked him." Not a question. "In the middle of everyone."

"Yup." Ryujin's grin was unrepentant. "Came in like a minute. It was great."

Karina shook her head, but there was a hint of something - not quite a smile, but close. "You're insane."

"And you're still worked up," Ryujin shot back. "Which is why you should come with me after dinner."

Karina stopped walking. "Where?"

"Jihoon gave me their address. They're staying like five villas down. Come on, Jimin-ah. Let's see if any of them can actually handle you."

"Ryu -"

"What's the worst that happens? They disappoint you?" Ryujin grabbed her hand. "At least you tried something. Come on, I'll buy you breakfast for a week."

Karina stared at her for a long moment. Three months. Three months of disappointing hookups, of guys who came too fast, of her own body refusing to cooperate. Maybe Ryujin was right. Maybe she just needed to stop overthinking it.

"Fine," she said finally. "But when this turns into a disaster, you're paying."

"Deal."

[LATER THAT NIGHT]

"I don't know," Karina said as they approached the villa. Not because she was uncomfortable with the idea - she'd done plenty of wild shit with Jae-wook. "I just don't think more guys is the solution when one guy can't even handle me."

"That's exactly why we need more," Ryujin countered. "If one guy disappoints you in thirty seconds, at least with five you've got better odds. Law of averages, right?."

Karina laughed despite herself. "That's the dumbest logic I've ever heard."

"Yeah, but you're still walking toward the door."

She was. Because what else was she going to do? Go back to the resort and spend another night trying to get herself off and failing? At least this was something different. At least she was trying.

"Fine," she said. "But if this doesn't work -"

"It'll work," Ryujin said confidently. "Trust."

The frat boys' villa was a chaotic mess of empty soju bottles, discarded clothes, and the unmistakable musk of young men living without supervision. When Ryujin and Karina walked in, all five guys nearly tripped over themselves.

"Holy shit, you actually came," Minjae breathed, his eyes locked on Karina like she was a religious vision.

"Okay, boys, listen up," Ryujin announced, walking in like she owned the place. She gestured to Karina with a grin. "This is Karina. She hasn't been fucked properly since her ex dumped her three months ago, and she needs someone who can actually last longer than an Instagram reel. Think any of you are up for it?"

The guys looked at each other, then back at Karina, their eyes practically bulging out of their heads.

"We're here to see if you're worth our time," Karina said coolly, though Ryujin could see the faint flush on her cheeks. "So let's make this quick."

What followed was, by Karina's standards, an absolute disaster.

She'd stripped methodically, peeling off her shorts and bikini top with clinical precision, and laid back on the villa's leather couch, spreading her long legs wide. Her pussy was a work of art - completely bare, outer lips plump and glistening, inner lips a delicate pink that peeked out invitingly. Her clit was already swollen, a prominent pearl at the apex of her slit.

The boys went completely catatonic, five jaws slack like they'd just witnessed the second coming. Taehyun actually made a noise - something between a gasp and a dying computer fan.

"Well?" she said, her voice as cold as her bare skin suddenly felt under their collective stare. "Are you going to stand there drooling or actually do something?"

Minjae went first. He positioned himself between her legs, and despite her cool exterior, Karina felt a flutter of anticipation. Maybe this would be it. Maybe he'd be the one to finally satisfy her. She closed her eyes in anticipation.

He slid into her perfect, tight pussy, and she exhaled softly, her hips tilting to meet him. The first thrust felt... good. Actually good. The stretch, the fullness, the heat of him inside her - it had been so long since she'd felt this without immediate disappointment. Her hand moved between her legs, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in slow circles as she tried to build on this feeling.

Time seemed to slow. She could feel every inch of him, the way her walls gripped his shaft, the pressure building somewhere deep in her core. This was it. Finally. Her breathing quickened, her fingers moved faster, her other hand gripped his shoulder -

And then he groaned like he'd been shot and -

Done.

Time snapped back. Eight seconds. Eight fucking seconds. He was pulling out before her brain even registered he'd finished.

He pulled out, looking sheepish, and Karina felt something crack inside her chest - not anger yet, just profound disappointment. She'd been so close to feeling something.

She rolled her eyes, removing her hand from her clit. "Next."

As Minjae stepped away, still catching his breath, Ryujin was already moving. She grabbed his wrist before he could fully retreat. "Come here. You're not done yet."

She pulled him to the opposite couch, pushing him down. "Let's see if we can get you ready for round two."

"I just - I don't think I can -" Minjae started, but Ryujin was already dropping to her knees between his legs.

"Trust me," she said with a wicked grin, and took his softening, cum-slicked cock into her mouth.

Jihoon was second. Karina tried again - she had to try again. She repositioned herself, wrapped her legs around his waist, and as he slid into her, she immediately went back to work on her clit. Maybe if she worked fast enough, timed it right, she could cum before he did.

He started thrusting - a decent rhythm, actually - and Karina felt that flicker of hope reignite. Yes. This. She rubbed her clit faster, her breath coming in short gasps, her pussy clenching around him. The pleasure was building. That familiar coil tightening in her lower belly. She could feel it approaching, that edge she'd been chasing for three fucking months. Finally. Almost. Almost -

From across the room, Ryujin's voice called out: "Slower! Focus on her, not yourself!"

But Jihoon wasn't listening.

Twelve seconds. He exploded inside her with a strangled moan.

"No - wait - don't you fucking -" Karina's gasped, her hand still working frantically, trying to hold onto that feeling - but it was already gone. The loss of his rhythm, the sudden stillness - it left her bubbling orgasm rapidly fading away.

He stumbled away, his face flushed red with embarrassment, leaving her right on the edge with nowhere to go.

"You're joking." Her voice was flat, deadly calm. She wanted to throw something. The disappointment was worse this time because she'd been so close. So fucking close. "Next."

Her hand stayed between her legs, rubbing desperately, trying to salvage what was left of that almost-orgasm, but it was like trying to catch smoke.

"My turn," Ryujin announced cheerfully, grabbing Jihoon and pulling him to her couch. She pushed him down next to Minjae - who was now fully hard again, his cock standing at attention from Ryujin's expert mouth work. "You too. Get comfortable."

She took Jihoon into her mouth while her hand wrapped around Minjae's recovered erection, stroking him. Two guys, both ready or getting ready, while Karina lay frustrated on the other couch.

The third guy - Seungho, a stocky weightlifter type - slid into her. His thick fingers immediately her clit, rubbing it hard like he was trying to polish a stubborn stain. The pressure was too much, too rough, almost painful.

"Ow - wait -" Karina gasped, moving her hand to push his away.

"Gentle!" Ryujin called out, pulling off Jihoon's cock briefly. "Jesus, she's not a -"

But Seungho was already cumming, his whole body tensing. Six seconds. He didn't even get fully seated before he was filling her, adding his load to the growing pool inside her.

He pulled out, flexing slightly like he'd just completed a successful lift.

Karina’s clit was throbbing - and not in a good way. “This can’t be real,” she muttered, jaw tightening as another useless wave of frustration rolled through her.

“Are you all - ?”

She cut herself off. It didn’t matter.

“Next,” she said, the word landing flat and exhausted, like she was stamping a form she’d stopped reading.

As Seungho stumbled away, Ryujin had apparently had enough of just prep work. She positioned herself over Minjae's lap, her back to Karina, and sank down onto his cock with a long, satisfied moan.

"Oh fuck yes," she breathed. "That's it -"

The same guy who'd lasted eight seconds with Karina was now inside Ryujin, and from the look on his face, he was determined to last longer this time.

"Send him over when you're done!" Ryujin called to Karina, already starting to ride Minjae while her hand continued stroking Jihoon.

The fourth guy - Taehyun, a lean soccer player with nervous energy - approached hesitantly. He slid into her, and immediately his hands shot up to grab her breasts. Squeezed. Wrong pressure. Wrong angle. Tried to pinch her nipples - missed completely. It was as if he was testing fruit at a market.

For a brief moment, Karina's eyes fluttered closed, a small sound escaping her throat - hope. Finally, someone was trying to touch her, to make her feel something -

But then his technique - or complete lack thereof - registered, and her eyes opened again, the hope dying.

"Softer," she breathed, trying to guide him. "Circles, not -" But her words evaporated into nothing. He was too focused on his own fumbling, lost in nervous energy, groping without direction. He'd moved from testing fruit to having no idea what aisle he was even in, just grabbing things at random, hoping something would work.

Behind her, she could hear Ryujin moaning loudly, the sound of skin slapping against skin. "Yes, just like that - don't stop -"

Taehyun lasted fifteen seconds, managing a few awkward thrusts before his rhythm broke entirely and he came with a strangled groan, pulling out quickly, his hands finally releasing her breasts.

Karina lay there for a moment, her chest rising and falling, a look of profound disappointment on her face. She glanced down at her chest - red marks from his feckless grabbing already blooming across her perfect skin, finger-shaped bruises forming where he'd squeezed too hard. She'd actually wanted that to work. She'd wanted him to touch her right, to make her feel something, anything.

"Next," she said quietly. The word came out smaller, less sharp. Defeated.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"Don't apologize," Karina said, her voice eerily calm now. "Just move. Next."

As Taehyun approached Ryujin's couch, she called out without breaking her rhythm on Minjae: "Get in line, baby. Everyone gets a turn."

The last guy - Donghyun, a lanky basketball player - positioned himself between her legs with what he probably thought was confidence. He slid in and immediately started jackhammering, his hips pistoning in the most gawky, mechanical way possible.

Karina's massive tits bounced wildly with each thrust - up and down, up and down - but there was nothing erotic about it. It was uncomfortable - almost painful - her breasts moving in a way that felt more like being jostled on a bus than anything pleasurable. He wasn't even looking at her face, just staring at her bouncing chest with his mouth open like he was watching a nature documentary.

She tried to adjust, to find some angle that might feel good, but he just kept going at the same awful rhythm - fast, hard, with zero technique or awareness of what he was doing to her body.

"Could you -" she started, but he was in his own world entirely, eyes glazed, just hammering away.

From Ryujin's couch came another loud moan. "Oh god, yes - right there -"

Twenty-three seconds of the worst jackhammering she'd ever experienced.

Then - done. Wet squelch. Pull out. The last spurts of his cum dripping onto her already-soaked thighs.

He stepped back, looking pleased with himself, like he'd accomplished something.

Karina stared at the ceiling, her expression completely blank now. Past hope. Past exasperation. Past frustration. Past disappointment. Just... empty.

By the time Donghyun made his way over to Ryujin's area, she had fully rotated to Jihoon, riding him while Minjae recovered and Seungho was getting hard in her hand. She was in full multitasking mode now, and the sounds of her pleasure - genuine, enthusiastic, satisfied - filled the villa.

"Alright boys," Ryujin announced after making Jihoon cum inside her. She positioned herself on her back, spreading her legs wide, all five guys now circling her couch. "Let's do this properly. All of you. Right now."

And then she proceeded to take all five of them in rotation - one in her pussy, one in her mouth, the others jerking off onto her tits, her stomach, her face. She was moaning, screaming, completely lost in the sensation of being used.

The guys were eating it up. Jihoon and Minjae were doing a ridiculous secret handshake over Ryujin's body after switching positions, grinning like idiots.

"Bro," Donghyun whispered to Seungho, loud enough for Karina to hear, "we just hit Karina. Like, the Karina." The way he said her name - there was weight to it. Satisfaction. Like he'd checked off a bucket list item he never thought he'd get.

"Dude, I busted in like ten seconds but I don't even care." Seungho was practically vibrating with excitement. "Her body is unreal. Tightest pussy I've ever felt. And her tits -" He let out a low wolf whistle, then shot a quick glance back at where Karina stood. The look lingered for half a second - appreciative, triumphant, like he was admiring a prize he'd already won. "SM really doesn't fuck around with their visuals."

They high-fived, hard and loud, the sound echoing through the room. Taehyun joined in, still riding the high despite finishing in fifteen seconds. "My teammates are never gonna believe this shit," he muttered, grinning. "Fucking Karina." He said it like it was a flex, which it was.

They high-fived, hard and loud, the sound echoing through the room.

Karina stood there by the couch, cum leaking out of her in thick globs, and watched. The same guys who'd failed so spectacularly with her were now lasting, performing, satisfying Ryujin like it was easy.

She caught Donghyun's eye for a moment - he gave her this little smirk, like they shared a secret now. Except they didn't. He thought he knew something about her. Thought he'd gotten something from her.

He had no fucking idea.

She sat back down - away from the mess - and started furiously rubbing her clit, her movements angry, desperate.

"This is so fucking degrading," she muttered, her voice tight. "I'm literally just -" She inhaled sharply as her fingers found the right spot. "Just a glorified cum dump for guys who can't last thirty seconds."

Ryujin, mid-thrust with Jihoon again, glanced over and grinned breathlessly. "Jimin-ah - loosen up! You're too in your head!"

"You know what?" Karina's voice cracked slightly, anger bleeding into something more vulnerable. "I don't know if I should scream or just evaporate right now."

She kept rubbing, chasing an orgasm that felt miles away, her face flushed not with pleasure but with humiliation and rage.

For thirty minutes, she tried. She tried everything. Different angles, different speeds, different pressure. But her pussy was absolutely flooded with cum - five different loads mixed together, leaking out constantly and coating everything. Her fingers kept slipping off her clit, unable to get proper friction through the slick mess. Every time she thought she might be getting somewhere, more cum would leak out and ruin it.

Meanwhile, Ryujin was having the time of her life. All five guys cycled through her again and again - some recovering faster than others, but Ryujin's expert hands and mouth kept them in rotation. The sounds coming from that couch were obscene: wet slapping, male groans, and Ryujin's enthusiastic moaning that never seemed to stop.

Maybe Ryujin's way did work. Maybe it worked beautifully. Just... not on Karina. Not when she felt hollow instead of hungry.

Karina's hand cramped. Her clit was sore from rubbing. Her thighs were sticky with drying cum. And she still hadn't come - not even close.

She finally looked down at herself: cum dripping out of her pussy in thick globs, pooling beneath her on the leather, her inner thighs completely coated, even her fingers slippery and useless. She was a mess. A completely unsatisfied, humiliated mess.

Where Ryujin thrived in chaos, Karina drowned in it. That was the difference. That was the tragedy.

"That's it," she said flatly, sitting up. More cum dripped onto the floor. "I'm done. Sex is cancelled. Men are cancelled. My entire life is cancelled." She grabbed a discarded tank top - she didn't even know whose - and started wiping herself off with sharp, angry movements. "I'm going back to take a very long, very judgmental shower."

Minjae, still catching his breath after Ryujin had thoroughly milked him dry for the second time, looked over from where Ryujin lay sprawled and satisfied to where Karina sat rigid with frustration. He tried one more time. "Hey, I could try again with you if you want -"

Karina's head snapped toward him, her eyes cold. "Seriously?" Her voice was ice. "You think I'm signing up for overtime disappointment? You lasted eight seconds the first time. Eight. What makes you think round two would be any better?"

"I just thought -"

"Don't." She stood, her legs slightly shaky, cum still dripping down her inner thighs. "Don't think. Just - just sit there and contemplate your life choices while I try to salvage what's left of my dignity."

On the opposite couch, Ryujin was a completely different story. She was sprawled out like a starfish, her body absolutely destroyed in the best possible way. Cum covered every inch of her - her face, her tits, her stomach, her thighs. It was in her hair, dripping off her chin, pooling in her belly button. Her pussy was red and swollen from being fucked multiple times, and she had this blissed-out, almost drunk expression on her face.

"Holy shit," she breathed, laughing. "That was so good. Genuinely top-tier."

Karina glared at her. "Don't."

"What?" Ryujin sat up slightly, wiping cum off her cheek and licking her fingers clean. "I'm just saying -"

"Don't you dare." Karina's voice was sharp enough to cut glass. "Say one word about how good your night was and I'm leaving your ass here."

Ryujin held up her hands in surrender, but she was still grinning. She knew better than to push Karina when she was like this.

Karina found her denim shorts crumpled in a corner and pulled them on with jerky movements, not bothering to clean herself properly first. The cum soaking her thighs immediately bled through the fabric, creating dark wet patches, but she didn't care. She grabbed her mesh crop top and bikini top, threw them on without adjusting them properly. Her tits were barely contained, one side of the bikini askew, but she was too angry to fix it.

She caught sight of herself in a mirror on the wall and almost laughed. This was possibly the least put-together she'd looked in years. Her hair - usually perfectly styled - was a mess, tangled and sweaty. Her makeup was smudged, mascara running slightly from when she'd furiously rubbed her eyes in frustration. Her shorts were visibly stained. She looked like exactly what she was: a girl who'd just been filled with five loads of cum and hadn't gotten off once.

SM's golden girl, she thought bitterly, staring at the streak of mascara on her cheek. aespa's perfect visual.

And here she was, about to do a walk of shame from a frat villa at midnight with cum soaking through her shorts.

If only the fans could see me now. She adjusted one crooked bikini cup, just for it to pop out again immediately. Yeah. Real goddess behavior, Jimin.

The irony wasn't lost on her. If anything, it made the whole night feel even more pathetic.

“God,” she muttered under her breath, not even sure who she was talking to. “I’m not even asking for much. Just one man - one - who doesn’t treat my pussy like a fucking timed event.”

She let out a humorless laugh, the sound small and tired. “Apparently that’s too advanced.”

Ryujin was taking her time cleaning up, using wet wipes from her bag to wipe down her body with lazy, satisfied movements. Unlike Karina's sharp, angry gestures, Ryujin moved like a cat after a good meal - slow, content, completely unbothered.

She pulled her booty shorts back on, but they were soaked with cum and her juices from earlier. Her neon green sports bra was similarly destroyed, but she threw it on anyway. Her hair was an absolute disaster - tangled, matted with dried cum in some spots - so she just pulled it into a messy bun and called it good enough.

"Ready?" Ryujin asked, standing and stretching. Her thighs were shaking slightly, her walk just a bit bowlegged from being thoroughly used.

"I've been ready for thirty minutes," Karina snapped. "While you were over there having the time of your life, I was being used as a human fleshlight."

They stumbled out of the villa into the pre-dawn darkness, the beach quiet except for the sound of waves and crickets. The rave had long since ended, the last stragglers heading home or passing out in the sand.

Karina walked stiffly, her legs pressed together slightly, trying to keep the cum from leaking down her thighs too obviously. Every step was a reminder of her humiliation - she could feel it sloshing inside her, five different guys' loads mixed together, and not one of them had made her feel anything close to satisfaction.

She couldn't help thinking about how ridiculous she must look.

It was probably the only time in her whole career where she actually resembled the fantasies men had about her. Ruined, messy, used - except none of it had been satisfying. None of it had felt powerful. Just... empty.

"SM should revoke my concept card for this," she muttered, wiping a smear of dried cum from her thigh. "Not exactly elegant fairy energy when you're leaking regret onto the sand."

Ryujin, meanwhile, walked with a slight swagger despite the bowlegged gait, completely unbothered by the fact that she was covered in dried cum and looked like she'd been through a war.

After a long stretch of silence, Ryujin glanced over at Karina. "Hey," she said, her voice actually gentle for once. "You okay?"

"Am I okay?" Karina barked a laugh, humorless and sharp. "Ryu, I just had five guys nut faster than that damn bass drop at the rave. I didn't even warm up. I didn't break a sweat."

She stopped walking, turning to face her friend. Her voice cracked slightly, the anger giving way to something more vulnerable. "I don't know what's wrong with me. Is this my life now? Is this what I've been reduced to?"

She kept her eyes fixed on the horizon, jaw tight, but as she spoke, a single tear escaped - sliding down her cheek before she could stop it.

She wiped it away furiously, like it had personally offended her. "Fuck."

"Jimin-ah -" Ryujin started, her voice softer than usual.

"Don't." Karina's voice was sharp, defensive. She took a breath, steadying herself. "Just - don't be nice to me right now. I can't handle that."

Ryujin nodded, giving her space, but didn't look away.

After a moment, Karina's shoulders sagged slightly. "What is wrong with me?" The question came out so small, so unlike her usually radiating confidence, that it hung in the air between them.

Ryujin was quiet for a moment, then gave Karina's breast a playful slap that made it jiggle, breaking the tension. "Nothing’s wrong with you, dumbass," she said, gently than before. "You’re too hot for your own good. Boys just... glitch when they look at you."

She nudged her shoulder. “Doesn’t mean you’re broken. It just means they are.”

Karina looked down at her chest - still marked from Taehyun's clumsy grabbing - then back up at Ryujin. Despite everything, she felt the corner of her mouth twitch. "Hey - don’t smack the merch. It’s suffered enough today."

"Fair," Ryujin said with a grin.

"So now what?" Karina's voice was still laced with roughness. "Tell me - where the hell do we find a guy who won’t explode the second he’s in me? Because I'm running out of options and patience."

"We'll figure it out," Ryujin said firmly. "We just need to find you a man actually built for this." She paused, kicking at the sand. "You know, back at the dorms, I keep noticing Yeji sneaking out to see her secret man. You know the one. And when she comes back?" Ryujin shook her head. "It's different. Not her usual post-hookup energy. She's... satisfied in a way I've never seen before. Relaxed. Glowing. Happy. It’s weird, especially for her."

Karina glanced over, something flickering in her expression - curiosity, maybe. "She's still keeping him secret?"

"Yeah. Super protective about this one." Ryujin's expression shifted slightly - like she knew more than she was saying but respected the boundary. "But my point is - guys like that exist. Someone who can actually handle us. We just gotta find yours."

They started walking again, the ITZY villa coming into view in the distance.

"For what it's worth, K," Ryujin said after a while, "you still look hot. Like, objectively. Even covered in disappointment."

Despite everything, Karina felt her lips twitch again. "Shut up."

"For real though. You're giving 'devastatingly beautiful disaster' energy. It's a look."

"I hate you."

"No, you don't."

Karina sighed, adjusting her bikini top for the third time - tugging the small triangles upward in a futile attempt at modesty. But the movement only served to push her heavy breasts up and together, forcing even more pale underboob to spill out from beneath the inadequate fabric. The white material cut into the soft flesh, creating an obscene contrast between covered and exposed skin that somehow made her look even more disheveled and slovenly.

"No. I don't." She paused, then added quietly, almost smiling, "But seriously, please don't tell Aeri. She'll turn it into a comedy special."

Author’s Note

"Reckless Abandon" has lived more lives than almost any part of this series. It started as a tiny flashback inside what is now "Close Calls" - meant simply to introduce Ryujin properly and explain why she vanished the next morning (her manager dragging her to the clinic at dawn). But the scene refused to stay small. First it became an interlude, then it demanded to become its own chapter.

This is the first time Minho disappears from the page, and the story takes a breath from the poolside madness to let Ryujin and Karina take over. It’s also the first moment I pushed into a more experimental style - dreamlike, liminal, a little dissociated. The rave moves in long, blurred breaths - a surreal tide of sensation - while the frat villa snaps into harsh, jarring staccato: each failure, each touch, each disappointment arriving like a beat she can’t escape. A rave where time bends. A villa where everything feels too sharp, too bright, or too unreal.

The chapter is structured as a duet: two girls living the same night, one floating, one sinking. Ryujin thrives in chaos; Karina quietly drowns in it. Even the Yonsei boys accidentally became a metaphor - Karina moving through the five stages of grief, not over a breakup, but over her own expectations of pleasure and control.

It’s messy. It’s unhinged. It’s tragic in a funny way and funny in a tragic way. But it’s also the moment the story expands beyond Minho’s POV and becomes a whole universe with moving parts he hasn’t even seen yet.