The Dragon

PRESENT DAY - the POOL DECK
RYUJIN

Part I: The Dragon's Claim

Desire as contest. Intimacy as collateral damage.

Ryujin swung the shower door wide open. Sunlight flooded the cramped space, illuminating the guilty tableau like a spotlight on a stage.

"Well," she said, and a laugh bubbled up - sharp, delighted, slightly manic. "This is fucking awkward."

She stood there, naked, The Beast still jutting from her pussy like a ridiculous purple trophy, vibrator buzzing in her hand, staring at the two of them frozen mid-creampie.

For a long moment, nobody moved. The shower dripped. The vibrator buzzed. Somewhere in the distance, a seagull cawed.

Then her grin widened.

"Actually, no - wait. Let me try again." She cleared her throat dramatically. "I solemnly swear... you two are up to no good." She gestured between them with the still-buzzing vibrator like she'd just activated the Marauder's Map and discovered the most scandalous dot configuration possible. "Yeah. That's better. Now it's fucking awkward."

Ryujin's eyes traveled slowly from their panicked faces to where they were still connected - Minho's cock buried in Yuna, still visibly pulsing with aftershocks - to the white fluid already leaking down Yuna's thigh in thick rivulets.

"So," she said slowly, her shock melting into something sharper. "This is what Yeji's been hiding."

She took a step closer, and Yuna flinched.

"Okay, wow." Ryujin's laugh had an edge now. "Innocent little maknae getting railed by Yeji-unnie's secret boyfriend." She pointed at Yuna with the still-buzzing vibrator. "Couldn't keep your hands off the one guy she actually gave a shit about?"

"He's not - we're not - " Yuna's voice cracked. "Okay but like, it's not - it's not like that!"

"Isn't it?" Ryujin cocked her head, studying Minho with new understanding. "Yeji's never been the type to fall for anyone. Especially not a regular guy." She glanced at Minho. "No offense."

"None taken," he managed weakly.

"But she's got actors and idols throwing themselves at her," Ryujin continued, her voice taking on a strange quality - like she was working through a puzzle out loud. "Why would she keep you around for years unless you were special? Unless you were her..." She trailed off, eyes widening slightly. "Her private stress relief. Her secret weapon."

She pushed off the doorframe, advancing into the shower cubicle. "And here you are, little maknae, stealing him right out from under her nose."

"I didn't steal him, okay?!" Yuna's arms crossed tighter over her chest - inadvertently pushing her small breasts together, the soft flesh creating a modest line of cleavage even as she tried to cover herself. Her pale pink nipples peeked between her forearms, still hard from arousal and exposure. The defensive posture only made her look more vulnerable, more naked. "Like, I can want things! It's not a crime to - to - I mean, you don't even know what happened!"

"Oh, I think the evidence speaks for itself." Ryujin's gaze dropped pointedly to where cum was visibly dripping from Yuna's pussy. "You're literally leaking his cum onto the deck right now, but sure, you're totally innocent."

Yuna's face flushed crimson. "Oh, I'm the slut? You literally fucked five guys last night! Five! And you still have that - that thing inside you!"

The mention of the Yonsei guys made Ryujin's smirk falter for just a second before snapping back into place. "At least I own what I am."

She turned to Minho, who'd been otherwise silent through the entire exchange, and something complicated flickered across her face. "And you. How could you do this to Yeji?"

The guilt on Minho's face was immediate and devastating.

"She trusts you," Ryujin continued, and beneath the swagger was something that sounded almost hurt. "She's possessive of you. She never shares you. Do you know what she's going to do when she finds out you've been balls-deep in the maknae?"

Minho's face went pale. He looked genuinely terrified.

"You wouldn't," Yuna whispered.

"Wouldn't I?" Ryujin smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Yeji and I tell each other everything. Well - " She amended, her eyes dropping to Minho's cock, still semi-hard and glistening. "Almost everything, apparently."

The argument continued, but physics didn't care about drama. Gravity won. Minho's cock, no longer supported by Yuna's body, began to slip. Slowly, inevitably, it slid out of Yuna's pussy with a wet, obscene sound - like uncorking a champagne bottle, but infinitely more vulgar.

It flopped free, and Ryujin's breath caught.

She'd seen a lot of cocks in her life. A lot. But Minho's was... impressive. Semi-erect and coated in fluids, it was nearly as thick as The Beast, with prominent veins and a mushroom head that looked designed for maximum damage.

The shock of seeing it - really seeing it up close - made her lose focus. Her internal muscles relaxed.

THUD.

The Beast fell from her pussy and hit the deck with a heavy, wet slap - plastic on wood, indecently loud in the shocked silence. It lay there between them, defeated, obsolete.

All three of them stared at it like mourners at a funeral.

Somewhere in the distance, a seagull cawed, possibly in judgment.

Then Ryujin's eyes snapped back to Minho's cock, and the pieces fell into place.

Oh.

Wait. Yeji wasn't dating him. She was keeping him. This wasn't a boyfriend - this was her private toy. Her personal stress relief. Her secret weapon. The thing she'd hidden from Ryujin for years.

Not a relationship. A resource.

The competitiveness that had driven Ryujin to the top of the industry flared to life, but underneath it was something sharper.

Hurt.

Yeji shared everything with her. Everything. They'd fucked the same guys, compared notes, even tag-teamed a few particularly impressive specimens. They were supposed to be partners in chaos, ride-or-die through the insanity of this industry - the secrets, the chaos, and the ugly parts that nobody else understood.

But not this one. Yeji had kept this one secret.

We share everything. Why not him?

The answer settled in her chest like a stone. Because Minho wasn't shared property. He was Yeji's. Only Yeji's. Which meant Yeji had drawn a line between them - between partners who'd bled together - for the first time ever.

But not this one. Yeji had kept this one secret.

Which meant Yeji was changing.

Which meant Ryujin was being left behind.