INTERLUDE. 2 | Deep in the Willow

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“So? How’s Europe?”

Rina was on the other side of the screen on FaceTime with you. She was in London, the second stop on the European leg of Aespa’s tour. The cute angel looked tired, her hair loose and somewhat disheveled, already dressed in the blue pajamas she loved as she spoke to you at length about her recent experiences.

“And god, Minjeong has been clingier than usual!” Rina said in an exasperated tone. “Not having you around makes it a damn group task to keep her from going crazy.”

“Speaking of not having any of us around…” You took a moment to consider the words, aware of how sensitive the subject was for everyone. “How’s the new manager? I imagine the change hasn’t been easy.”

Rina’s expression darkened as she looked down. It pained her to remember that Jihye was no longer her manager as much as it pained you to not have her by your side.

“Well… he’s not Jihye, but he takes good care of us,” Rina looked up. “At least he doesn’t ask me to give him head. That’s good.”

You both burst out laughing at the memory.

“You can’t complain, though,” you pointed out. “That little favor led to those nights in Miami. I wouldn’t trade anything for it.”

“That’s true,” Rina smiled, and you heard her bedroom door open. “We have to do that again. You know, when the tide goes out a little.”

“Jimin-ah!” you heard Minjeong say. “It’s supposed to be girls’ night and you’re here. You said we’d watch Little Women!”

“Coming, coming!” Rina said. She squealed when one of the girls tickled her as a threat. “We were just catching up! We’re leaving now.”

Minjeong pulled Rina away from her own phone to say hello. Ning and then Aeri joined her on either side to do the same.

“How have you been, darling?” Ning asked.

Damn, what a question. How were you? Being in the eye of the storm day after day hadn’t let you stop and think about it. It seemed crazy, but it wasn’t. You didn’t really know how you were. That’s what happened when you were busy all the time: your mental health took a backseat, like going on autopilot through life. Honestly, you didn’t know if that was good or bad.

“I’ve been fine, dear,” you opted to say. “At least I’d like to think so.”

Minjeong took the whole frame to herself.

“Any news about Jihye?” she asked, hoping for good news.

Another difficult question. Only you were expecting that one, and you were dreading it. You couldn’t blame Minjeong for asking it; after all, she must still be feeling guilty about the whole thing.

Three months had passed since the events at the airport, and aside from rumors that were just rumors and the occasional leaked message from Gunwook, Jihye’s existence had come to feel like a mere dream. Something that was once too good and beautiful to be true. Something that had been taken away from you.

Because yes, she was taken away from you. From you and the girls.

You took a deep breath and searched your phone for the last message Gunwook had given you about her.

“And I quote: Jihye and Irene are fine,” you said. “She misses the girls and is constantly watching fancams and supporting them from Seoul. She also wanted me to tell you all that technically she was still your boss, just a few steps above you. So you better not disappoint her.”

When you exited the messaging app and zoomed in on FaceTime again, you were met with faces full of mixed emotions.

“Oh… okay,” Minjeong said. “Well, it’s good to know we still have her support.”

“I really miss her…” Ning added softly.

And a silence fell between you.

“I’ll keep you updated, I promise,” you said after a few seconds. “But right now you have a movie to watch and I have work to do.”

The girls said their goodbyes one by one, Rina being the last. And so, your video call with the girls ended.

Bringing you back to the harsh and exhausting reality.

Shortly after the pool party, work had you by the throat with a grip that wouldn’t loosen. Just as Gunwook and Jihye had anticipated some time ago, the level of paranoia among the upper management after the incident with the reporter had skyrocketed. Now they had you hunting down college boys and forcing them to cut off all contact with idols or trainees from their companies.

Interestingly, JYP was the complete opposite, considerably more flexible and permissive. They were somewhat strict, as you’d expect, but they were everything the other agencies weren’t: humane. That confirmed to you that all this time, Gunwook had indeed been on the right side of history and was truly putting his effort into his fight to give idols decent lives. Thank god he was winning it.

That was a relief, because over the past three months, the two of you had become more than just coworkers; you could now call each other a friend. It would have been a shame to throw that away if he had turned out to be another heartless maniac.

And speaking of JYP, ITZY started preparing for their world tour not long after the pool party.

The stress was making them all miserable, but it was Lia who, sadly, finally gave in to the pressure and requested a hiatus so she could take care of her mental health after so many years of working day and night nonstop. She would be close to her family, right where she needed to be to heal, so you remained calm about it, knowing everything would be okay for her.

But that didn’t mean you didn’t miss her like crazy. Lia was one of those rays of sunshine who always helped you move forward, and now it was the ray of sunshine who needed help to move forward. It broke your heart, and you couldn’t do anything but pray for her return as soon as possible.

Other than that, the only thing you could do while the girls were all on tour was throw yourself into your new job. Nayeon and Chaeyeon had been trying to distract you from that from time to time, and while they had usually succeeded, the most common thing was for you to joke about them having to make an appointment with your receptionist first.

The same receptionist who, at that time of the afternoon, was helping you with your notes. Being on the dirty side of the industry, Gunwook had suggested you keep a file as a burn book, and one of the day’s tasks had basically been to update the records to stay current.

Of course, you weren’t stupid. The file contained a long list of many things the agencies wanted kept secret that only a few of you knew, so the most sensible thing was to give code names to each of the idols involved in each case. Western names, mostly. And the password for that file was saved in a notebook in your personal safe.

You were just doing that last thing. But as you were entering the safe combination to store the notebook, your phone vibrated on your desk. Gunwook was the one calling.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to call at that time of the afternoon, so you quickly assumed he’d either invite you over for drinks and karaoke, or invite you over to his house to show off his collection of fine liquors. So you took the call without fear.

“Hello?” you answered, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you continued doing what you were doing.

“Hey man,” Gunwook said. “Look, I hate to make this call, but it’s best to give you a heads-up.”

Well, and there went all your hope for a peaceful, normal call.

“You’re going to get a call soon, from my namesake at HYBE. I’m sure you remember him from the airport.”

“Uh… yeah, I remember him. Unfortunately,” you said, closing the safe and signaling for your receptionist to leave.

“Well, what he’s going to ask you to do tomorrow is probably the most messed up thing you’ve done so far.”

“Gunwook, you’re scaring me,” You sat up straighter in your seat and leaned back.

“Tomorrow you’ll have to go to the HYBE building, using the same underground parking garage as always so as not to attract attention. And listen to me carefully,” his tone became more imperative, but also lower. “You can’t, and you won’t, talk to the girl you’re picking up. She’ll be wearing a mask, cap and sunglasses, so you won’t know who she is.”

Suddenly, a chill ran through you. The words stuck in your mouth, and already feeling anxious, you stood up to pace slowly around your office.

“Look, this shit sounds wrong, Gunwook. What the fuck am I getting myself into?”

“You’re going to take her to a clinic, and before you get her out, you’re going to make sure there’s only the necessary personnel inside for her… operation.”

“So much secrecy for a simple cosmetic surgery?” you asked. “I’ve already taken idols to appointments like that. What’s the difference here?”

“This isn’t plastic surgery we’re talking about, kid,” Gunwook said, his voice shaking throughout the sentence.

That alone was enough to make reality hit you like a speeding truck. The chills returned, and with them the unpleasant feeling of your stomach crumpling like a cardboard bag.

“You don’t have to say anything else, Gun,” you said. “The topic is difficult for me to broach, let alone for you with your religious beliefs.”

“You have no idea,” Gunwook sighed. “The decision wasn’t mine, but my priest will definitely find out about this at my next confession.”

There was a much-needed silence between you.

“I know this is heavy, kid,” Gunwook began again, his voice calmer now. “But we need you to be a professional tomorrow. With something this delicate, you’re going to be under scrutiny all day, and yes, they’re going to be on your trail too. I also recommend you don’t write this down in your notes; it’ll be like it never happened.”

Just as he finished speaking, you received a second call. An unknown number. It had to be him.

“It’s happening, dude,” you said. “I’ll call you back later.”

“Sure. Good luck, bro. And God bless.”

With that, you hung up on Gunwook and answered the other one.

As you expected, the HYBE representative told you everything Gunwook had already told you you would do, but lacked the tact with which your friend spoke about it. He even mentioned that the root of the problem had been this girl and her stupid boyfriend not using protection. To the surprise of no one.

The son of a bitch sounded like a robot: not a hint of emotion as he talked about the matter. He didn’t sound worried, or disturbed, or anything. He didn’t care at all. It was fucking sickening to hear him talk, especially since he talked about the girl—whom you decided to call Rosemary—as if she were a damn animal.

All you could hope for was that one day karma would knock on that bastard’s door and force him to testify.

The weight of what was going to happen tomorrow fell heavily and oppressively on your shoulders on the ride home. You were one of those who believed that women could do whatever they wanted with their bodies, and that the decision was solely theirs. But in this case, you felt like the decision was everyone’s but hers.

For the love of God, poor girl.

Much to your chagrin, you had to swallow all your worries and go with the flow. You were in the middle of a war, and as low and mean as that seemed to you, there were battles better lost. So tomorrow you’d be a good soldier and do whatever was asked of you.

But fuck. Poor girl. All because she was an imperfect human, like you and everyone else. The only difference was that, in Rosemary’s case, she’d chosen the wrong industry in which to make mistakes.

The next morning, you arrived punctually at the meeting point designated by the HYBE representative: the underground entrance to the main building, which was accessible only with prior authorization. You parked right in front of the exit, as instructed.

Anxiety was eating away at you from the inside. Over time, you’d trained your stomach to cope with the pressure of dealing with these kinds of situations. But this absolutely surpassed all extremes. There was nothing about it that felt right or normal.

The demons didn’t keep you waiting long. A couple of minutes after your arrival, a security guard came out, escorting a girl who perfectly matched the description Gunwook had given you. Rosemary hurried to follow the path the security guard indicated, head down and arms crossed as she was ushered into the backseat of the sedan you had rented for the day.

When the girl settled into the seat, the guard closed the door and approached your window, which you had to roll down. He bent down and rested a forearm on the edge of the window.

“Look, kid, I don’t think I need to remind you how crucial it is that everything goes smoothly today,” his tone of voice was subtle and kind, but you could see in his eyes that he was trying to intimidate you. “You can’t, and you won’t screw this up. There will be zero tolerance.”

He then took a folded piece of paper out of his front jacket pocket and handed it to you.

“That’s the address you’ll be going,” he pointed as you opened the paper. “Don’t even think about using the GPS. Just follow the street signs.”

“Understood,” you nodded. “There’ll be no problem.”

“Good. Get out of here.”

The guard stepped back and signaled for you to get going.

According to the address they’d given you, and according to your calculations, it would take you around 15 minutes to get there. 15 minutes in which you’d have to deal with the awkward silence inside the car, because you couldn’t talk to her, and you also couldn’t play music because it would be too out of place.

It was going to be a fucking horrible ride.

There was a huge chasm between you and Rosemary. No connection at all. When you got a taxi, the driver would at least try to make conversation once in a while, or play the radio at a considerable volume to keep the atmosphere pleasant. But at that moment, all you were forced to hear was the sound of the engine running and the air conditioning. Nothing else. It was unbearable. And it must have been even worse for her.

The worst part wasn’t that, but the uncomfortable feeling that you weren’t transporting a sentient person. The mask, the cap, the sunglasses, and the fact that she remained silent the entire trip certainly didn’t help either. Rosemary was being treated like a disposable object, and that was exactly the feeling all of this gave you. Fuck, you just wanted it to end soon.

Your calculations were correct, and you arrived at the clinic about 15 minutes later. It wasn’t exactly a seedy place, but it wasn’t the kind of clinic a famous person would go to for medical problems.

“Stay here for a moment, please,” you said to Rosemary, breaking the silence after all that time. “I’ll pick you up right away.”

Rosemary didn’t say anything, just nodded distractedly.

Getting out of the car, you went straight into the clinic and followed the protocol they’d given you to the letter. You’d been told the staff was already aware of everything, so your job was to make sure everyone remembered the importance of everything running smoothly that day. Part of the job also involved questioning the nurses specifically, to prevent any potential leaks. You weren’t going to be in charge of the doctors; coercing them would be the job of your superiors.

After making sure the staff was trustworthy, you left the clinic and opened the car door for Rosemary to get out. Then you escorted her inside, looking in every possible direction for onlookers. But even four eyes in your back couldn’t have saved you from the car that was parking behind yours at that very moment. Instantly, a man you didn’t recognize got out.

Then you remembered what Gunwook had told you: ‘They’re going to be on your trail too.’

Fuck, they were good. More than once, you’d looked in the car’s rearview mirror to see if anyone was following you, and not once had you seen that car. Terrifying.

The nurses quickly took care of her, directing you to sit and wait on some benches near the reception desk. Anxious for everything to go well and your heart pounding, you nodded and sat down for a wait that seemed like an eternity. You weren’t one to overthink things, but hundreds of ways this could somehow go wrong ran through your mind.

Fortunately, the doctor came out of the operating room half an hour later to tell you that everything had gone perfectly, and that she would be discharged in about an hour. Only then did you allow yourself to relax.

“So…” the doctor folded his hands behind his back. “About the payment?”

“Uhm…” you frowned. You had assumed HYBE had already taken care of that.

The doctor and you turned your heads toward the clinic entrance when the man who’d parked behind you walked in, a duffle bag in his hand, presumably full of money.

“Every won is in here, doc,” the man said, placing the duffle bag on the ground. “With a little something extra as a thank you for your professionalism.”

“Thank you,” the doctor bowed and took the bag without hesitation.

“Now you know the drill: I need every tool you used to dispose of them. Including what was already discarded.”

“Sure,” the doctor nodded.

He turned to signal one of the nurses, who shortly returned with everything packed in vacuum-sealed ziplock bags, which were then handed to the HYBE man.

“Excellent. Pleasure doing business,” the HYBE man now turned to you. “You’re almost there, kid. Keep going and don’t do anything stupid. I have plans tonight, and I wouldn’t want to cancel because I have to clean up your messes.”

“Whatever you say, man,” you replied, already mentally exhausted, perhaps in a less than friendly tone. “I know what I’m doing.”

“You better.”

The man then turned around and left the way he’d come in. A few seconds later, you heard his car start and speed off down the street.

An hour passed until Rosemary finally emerged from the operating room, flanked by two nurses who had been guiding her.

The sight of the poor girl broke your heart.

Rosemary walked with her head down, slightly hunched over, hugging herself, her steps somewhat unsteady. As she got closer, you could notice her hands were shaking. In another context, you would have assumed she had some kind of severe concussion, but on second thought, the apple didn’t fall too far from the tree.

For the love of god, what the hell was wrong with the world? That was exactly what a girl whose decision about her body had been ignored, trampled on, and spat on looked like. You would have said she looked fragile, but no.

That girl was already broken.

“All set to go, ma’am?” you asked one of the nurses.

“Yes, sir,” a nurse nodded. “Make sure she doesn’t get too agitated.”

“It’ll be no problem, thank you very much,” you motioned for Rosemary to walk ahead of you. “Good afternoon.”

And so, in a matter of minutes, you were back at the HYBE building, a journey that was uneventful but had left you feeling unpleasantly sick.

When you parked in front of the same underground entrance, you heard a girl talking. You thought it was someone outside the car, but when you listened closely, you realized it was Rosemary talking. Some medication must have loosened her tongue.

“This is bullshit,” Rosemary said to herself with a chuckle. “I didn’t do anything the other girls didn’t do. Nothing. I just had bad luck. It’s fucking bullshit…”

Your orders were not to speak to the girl, and you did your best to hold your tongue.

“I probably would have made that decision myself,” Rosemary continued. “But it all happened so fast I didn’t even have time to think about it.”

There was another long pause. The HYBE employee was taking his considerable time appearing.

“So much work… so much effort put into all of this,” Rosemary’s voice cracked, and even you could feel the lump in her throat. “It was my dream. Fuck… it was my dream…” she sobbed. “All wasted for 20 minutes under the covers. I’m an idiot.”

Your stomach lurched. You looked out the window, biting your nails, your face dismayed. It was so painful to hear her blame herself, so heartbreaking, that you couldn’t help but glance at her in the rearview mirror.

“Hey, you can still debut,” you said. “You’ll be able to handle all of this, I’m sure. Lean on your other trainees…”

Rosemary started laughing through her tears.

“I can tell you’re new on this side of the pond,” she mocked. “A little naive and too sweet. I appreciate your concern, but my fate is already sealed. The company agreed to settle my debt in exchange for signing an NDA, and then they’ll fabricate a bullying scandal in my name to get me out of the group. Simple as that.”

Then finally, the same HYBE employee from a few hours ago came out to pick up Rosemary.

“Wait a second here,” he said as Rosemary got out of the car.

The man motioned for Rosemary to come inside the building with him. And that was the last time you saw her.

He returned a few minutes later, carrying a duffle bag similar to the one given to the doctor, but not much smaller. He placed it on the passenger seat.

“Good job today, kid,” he said, and without further ado, he walked back inside.

When the man disappeared from your sight, you opened the bag a little to confirm what it was: money, and quite a bit of it. As always, it was going to be a pain to declare it to the tax authorities, but thanks to Gunwook, you had made some contacts that would make things easier.

However, money was the least of your problems at that moment.

Despite having already finished the job, the bad feeling wouldn’t go away. Not even when on the way home you’d put on some music in the car to try to wash your brain of the memories of that day. It was useless; you were on autopilot, unable to feel good even knowing that none of it was your fault and that there was nothing you could have done to prevent it.

It was a call from Gunwook that brought you back to reality at a stoplight.

“Hi,” you answered halfheartedly.

“Hey bro, how are you holding up?” Gunwook asked.

You sighed, staring blankly at the red light. A light drizzle had begun to fall at that time of the afternoon, even though it was almost October and the rainy season had already passed.

“How do you think?”

“Sure, it was a stupid question, sorry.”

“Nah, you good.”

“I don’t feel much better than you, if that helps, but hey, did you eat already?”

“I plan on doing it when I get home. I don’t feel like stopping to eat anywhere right now.”

“You can come over tonight if you want,” Gunwook said. “You know, we’ll grill some steaks and have a drink, and my wife can make us a salad.”

“Honestly, I think what I need is time at home. I…”

“That’ll work!” Gunwook interrupted. “I can take the steaks and beer over there.”

“Gun, I appreciate it, but no. I just want to unwind.”

“Well… okay,” Gunwook finally relented, hesitantly. “Anyway, I’m just a phone call away, buddy.”

“I know, thanks. Have a nice afternoon.”

You hung up and waited a few more seconds until the light turned green again.

Once you got home, you went straight to the couch and sat down, surrounded by a cold and profound silence, wondering how much longer you could endure all that fucking torment. After all, the person you were willing to do all this for in the first place didn’t show even the slightest hint of caring. So what was the point?

Your sense of time vanished as you sat there, sunk in the middle of a moral dilemma that was starting to give you a headache. Your stomach growled, but you didn’t have the strength to get up and cook anything. You didn’t even change your position during the thirty minutes you were dissociating.

But a soft, unusual knock on your door awakened all your senses, completely certain that you were now a loose end that they, the demons, needed to burn. It was probably just your paranoia, but you had reason to believe such a thing. At that point, you saw them as capable of anything.

The heaviest object within reach was an acoustic guitar Chaery had given you a while back. You picked it up by the neck and walked toward the door as cautiously as possible. Two more knocks, and you were already preparing to smash the guitar over someone’s head.

“Hey, we know you’re there,” you heard… Seulgi? say from the other side of the door. “Don’t play hard to get.”

Of all the voices you expected to hear that night, Seulgi’s certainly wasn’t one of them. After leaning the guitar against the wall next to the door, you opened it to find two beauties standing in the doorway.

“Hey tiger, long time no see, huh?” Wendy greeted, as Seulgi threw her arms around your neck and hugged you.

The thoughts of wanting to be alone in your bubble of misery and dismay disappeared when you saw Wendy smile and when you wrapped your arms around Seulgi’s body.

But the fact that the two of them were there, at that time of day and after everything that had happened, seemed suspicious. Something didn’t fit.

“Wait a minute,” you pulled away from Seulgi, somewhat distracted by the fact that they were both wearing outfits that left their midriffs exposed. “How did you know my day was a total mess?”

Seulgi placed her hand on your chest and led you inside. Wendy, being the last to enter, closed the door behind her.

“We don’t know all the details,” Seulgi began as you hugged Wendy. “And maybe this isn’t what you want to hear right now, but Gunwook called Jihye and told her he was worried about you.”

Wendy went to sit on your couch when you gestured for her to sit. Seulgi walked beside you, following the same path.

“He told her that today you’d have to do something you’d never had to do before and that he knew it would affect you,” Seulgi sat down next to Wendy, and you sat down next to her. “After talking to Gunwook, Jihye shared her concern with Irene, and as soon as Irene got some time alone she called us and asked us to come check on you.”

Knowing that Jihye still cared about you made you feel like an idiot. How could you even dare doubt the most wonderful woman you’d ever met? It was even insulting to the memory you had of her. Never again.

But Irene?

Was she showing signs of being a real, sentient person? Or was this just another one of her tricks? It’s not like you held a furious grudge against her, but anything she did was enough to make you doubt her. It wasn’t your fault, though; she’d earned that reputation the hard way.

“What, are you surprised it was Irene who sent us here?” Seulgi asked, curious by your silence. “I told you she wasn’t all evil.”

“She also forbade us from telling Jihye we were coming to see you,” Wendy added. “She didn’t want you to think it was a way to curry favor with you. She really does care about you.”

Irene legitimately worried about you? Wow, that sounded idyllic. It was something to behold.

“And I thought nothing could surprise me anymore,” you said, slumped in your seat with your arms crossed. “But it seems you all have tricks up your sleeves.”

Then you began to share your day with them, perhaps skipping details and not explaining yourself very well on some things, but in a way that helped you vent and process everything with a cool head and out of the fire. Wendy and Seulgi listened attentively to every word, careful not to interrupt you more than necessary. When you finished letting out everything you were feeling, Wendy kissed your cheek and stood up to go to the kitchen, rummage through your pantry, and start making dinner for the three of you.

Seulgi snuggled up against you, her head resting on your collarbone on the left side, wrapped in your arm.

“I’m so sorry you’re having to go through all this, darling,” Seulgi said after a while, wrapping an arm around your abdomen to hug you. “And believe me, I’m just as devastated as you are for that poor girl.” She turned her head to look at you closely. “But beating ourselves up about it won’t get us anywhere.”

“You knew this wasn’t going to be an easy road and that you were going to need some serious balls to get through it. I have faith in you and your desire to help all these people, and I love your nobility. But it won’t happen overnight, sweetheart. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

You remained silent, not quite sure what to say to such kind words. Seulgi understood, and being the care bear she was, she only hugged you tighter. You hugged her back and closed your eyes.

“Thank you, little bear,” you sighed. “In case I haven’t thanked you enough for everything.”

“I don’t need you to. You deserve everything for always being so sweet to us.”

“Guys, dinner’s ready!” Wendy said from the kitchen behind you. “Come on.”

You and Seulgi stood up and went to sit at the dining table. Wendy had prepared chicken wraps with orange juice, something quick and delicious that she knew you’d love.

Wendy carried the plates to the table and sat across from you, Seulgi to your left. Then, you proceeded to eat while catching up. You hadn’t seen Wendy in a while, so it was only natural that she did most of the talking throughout dinner.

The levity of the conversation managed to wash away all the bad feelings you had after the events of that day. It was strange, but lately, there were very frequent moments when you stopped to appreciate the wonderful friendships you’d made and all the good things that had happened to you thanks to the questionable career decisions you’d made so far. You were extremely lucky for that.

But at that moment, all your gratitude was directed toward those two women who were eating with you that night. Who knows where your thoughts would have gone if they hadn’t shown up? The range of stupid decisions was wide, and every one of them ended with you either at a severe disadvantage or potentially in a black bag in the Han River.

Blessed were Jihye and Irene, after all.

“Hey, aren’t you hungrier by any chance?” Wendy asked half an hour later, when you’d finished eating and talking.

“Hungrier?” you asked. “Why?”

“I don’t know…” you heard Wendy take off her sneakers, and a moment later, you felt one of her feet on your inner right thigh. “I’m kind of hungry for more than just food.”

Seulgi placed her hand on your other thigh, and you turned to face her. Where had her black jacket gone?

“I think me too, you know?” Seulgi said. Her fingers tightened on your thigh, and her hand moved up to grope your bulge. “I guess it’s because I didn’t have lunch today.”

“You guys are big eaters then, aren’t you?” you asked, as Wendy rubbed one of your thighs with her foot and Seulgi worked you up with her hand.

“Only on very specific days,” Seulgi replied, and when you wrapped your left arm around her back to hold her waist, she kissed you.

Seulgi immediately unbuttoned your pants, unzipped your zipper, and pulled your hard cock out of your boxers, wrapping her fingers around it and slowly moving her wrist. Wendy added to the equation by lifting her foot slightly and rubbing the back of your shaft and your balls with her toes.

Since you found it impossible to stay still with Kang Seulgi by your side, you brought your right hand to her perfect tummy and caressed it with your fingertips before undoing her belt, unbuttoning her pants, and reaching in to rub her pussy over her panties.

Seulgi let out a soft moan against your lips and cupped the side of your face with her left hand, while the other moved off your cock to unzip her pants, pull down the top of her pink crop top and pull up the bottom so it was bunched up just below her breasts, which were currently covered by a black bra.

Wendy took advantage of Seulgi’s release of your cock and leaned back in the chair to lift her other leg, take your shaft between her feet, and move them up and down.

Seconds later, Seulgi’s panties became slightly wet from you rubbing circles on her clit. You then took your hand out of her pants, and before moving it to her breasts, you used your left hand to unclasp her bra, revealing those pretty mounds. Seulgi bit your lip and sighed when you pinched one of her nipples, returning her hand to your cock.

“Do you have any whipped cream?” you heard Wendy ask with a moan.

Frowning, you broke away from Seulgi’s lips to turn to look at her; the question seemed odd to you. Wendy had already removed her black crop top and bra. Only her necklace remained, the cross perfectly positioned between her small, bare breasts.

Wendy just looked you in the eye and bit her lower lip. You didn’t need any further explanation; you got it immediately.

“In the fridge,” you replied. “I just bought it yesterday.”

Wendy smirked, slid her legs off your lap, and stood up to go to the kitchen. Meanwhile, you and Seulgi stood up and walked over to the couch to kiss again. Seulgi grabbed the hem of your pants and boxers and pulled them both down. Returning the gesture, you took care of her pants and panties, and also took off your sweater so that both of you were naked.

Seulgi pushed you down onto the couch, then straddled you to cradle your face and deepen the kiss. Her pussy ground against your cock, and she ground her hips slowly to rub it between her wet folds. Your hands immediately went to grope her firm ass.

“Dessert is served!” Wendy said, standing behind you. “Come here, unnie.”

Seulgi pulled away from your lips and looked up. You both looked at Wendy, who was holding the tub of whipped cream. Seulgi smiled and straightened her back, sticking out her chest so Wendy could cover her tits with whipped cream.

Wendy tapped you on the back of the neck with her middle finger.

“Come on, you know what to do,” she urged.

Maybe your memory was failing at the moment, but you couldn’t remember a single time you’d done that. Seulgi’s tits looked stupidly hot, tho, and you loved whipped cream, reason enough to lean your head forward and start licking and sucking as slowly as you could.

Seulgi seemed to like it as much as you did, letting out small, muffled moans as she held the back of your neck, her fingers tugging at strands of your hair. Wendy joined you on the couch, sitting on your left side, completely naked except for her necklace. She knelt up and poured whipped cream on her small tits, so when you were finished with Seulgi, you could move on to hers.

Wendy moaned and wrapped her arms around your neck as you licked the whipped cream off her perky little nipples. Seulgi climbed off you and sat on your right side, grabbing the can of whipped cream and pouring just a little on the tip of your cock. Then, she bent down, licked it, and wrapped her lips around it to suck a few inches of your shaft.

“Hmm, I want to do that too,” Wendy gasped. “Stand up.”

You obeyed and stood in front of the couch. Seulgi and Wendy sat back on their heels, side by side, and both leaned toward your cock to lick and kiss it from different sides. It was Wendy who grabbed the can of whipped cream to pour it in a straight line from your base to your tip, and without a second’s hesitation, she opened her mouth and took a sizable portion of your shaft inside until her lips closed and moved up. There was a bit of cream left near your base, but Seulgi was quick to lick it off.

Wendy sucked your cock with sensual pumps of her head, savoring the whipped cream she had collected as Seulgi poured more cream onto the few inches of your shaft that Wendy couldn’t reach, using her tongue to lick it clean and suck on it.

When Wendy pulled out of her mouth, Seulgi took her place, sucking on almost the same number of inches of your cock as Wendy, who moved down to cup your balls, fill them with whipped cream, and bring them to her mouth. You moaned, one hand on both heads. You watched them have fun with your cock for a few minutes, letting them slurp and lick as much whipped cream as they wanted from it. Soon your cock was slick and saliva-soaked.

“Would you let me have a little fun too?” you asked, taking the can of whipped cream from Seulgi’s hand.

“Oh sure, baby,” Seulgi smiled, turning her back on you to lean forward and rest her hands on the back of the couch, her beautiful ass now at your mercy.

Wendy imitated her, and in a few seconds, both beauties were on all fours on your couch. The temptation to fuck them right away was there, but the desire to taste those asses and pussies was even bigger. So, you started by swirling whipped cream twice over each of Seulgi’s buttocks, then bent your knees, grabbed her thighs, and licked the cream off, adding kisses and bites.

Moving to Wendy, you spanked her buttocks a couple of times and made her squeal, knowing she loved spanks. Then, on the red marks your hands had left, you poured cream the same way you did with Seulgi and repeated the process.

“Fuck, you must be in heaven, right?” Seulgi asked with a chuckle.

“You have no idea,” you smiled, delighting in licking and kissing Wendy’s cute, tight asshole. “And I haven’t even eaten your pussies yet.”

“Then what are you waiting for, hunk?” Wendy asked, looking over her shoulder at you. “Can’t you see how wet you’ve got me?”

“What, needy already?” you asked back. “I can tell we haven’t seen each other in months.”

“Oh god, shut your mouth and… oh fuck yes,” Wendy moaned when you grabbed her ass cheeks and brought your mouth to her pussy. “That’s it, that’s exactly it.”

You gave Wendy a quick taste, licking and kissing between her folds. You also allowed yourself to move up a bit and pay attention to her butthole, making her moan louder since that was one of her sensitive spots.

“Hey, cutie,” Seulgi called. “Over here.”

Turning around, you found Seulgi spread-eagled, her head resting on the armrest at the end of the couch. Her pussy was covered in a line of whipped cream. Unable to resist, you moved away from Wendy and knelt on the floor in front of Seulgi, grabbing her thighs and wiping the cream off her pussy with a single upward lick.

Wendy lay between Seulgi and the back of the couch and hugged her, attacking her neck with kisses. Seulgi moaned, one hand in your hair as you savored the cream and ate her pussy, and the other cupping Wendy’s face as she kissed her.

Seconds later, Wendy and Seulgi’s lips met. The two women shared a passionate and sensual kiss, groping each other. Wendy rubbed Seulgi’s clit, and Seulgi played with Wendy’s small tits. The scene made your cock throb, especially seeing that pair of perfect tummies side by side.

Something occurred to you.

You left Seulgi’s pussy and knelt in front of them, grabbing the can of whipped cream and pouring three lines on Seulgi’s belly. You leaned down, grabbed her waist, and licked the sweet cream directly from her firm flesh. You did the same with Wendy, savoring the cream while you covered her toned abdomen with wet kisses and licks.

After indulging in that little treat, you went a little higher and, leaving the whipped cream aside, brought both pairs of tits to your mouth again. Seulgi reached down and grabbed your cock to rub it. Wendy, for her part, had you by the side of your neck while you were focused on her. A minute later, you rose up towards their faces, and the three of you merged into a dirty, saliva-filled triple kiss.

“Mmm, I’m assuming you’re going to want to get fucked first, right?” you asked Wendy seconds later. “Seulgi can’t protest; she already paid me a visit a few days ago.”

Seulgi frowned.

“I don’t know how that has to do with…”

“You’re assuming right, sweetie,” Wendy nodded, ignoring Seulgi. “You must be missing one of your favorite tight pussies, aren’t you?”

“You can’t imagine,” you gave her a small kiss. “Wanna ride me?”

“No, right now I want you to pound my pussy like you’ve been saving that energy for all the days we haven’t seen each other,” Wendy replied, looking into your eyes with every word.

Wendy knelt up so you could wrap your arm around her small body and carry her to the opposite side of the couch, laying her on her back and spreading her legs. You spit on your cock to lubricate it, and without wasting much more time, you placed the tip inside Wendy’s pussy and slowly pushed forward.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck,” Wendy gasped, watching as you buried every inch inside her tight pussy until it bulged her abdomen. “Oh my god, wait,” she writhed with a hand on your abdomen. “You’re the biggest thing I’ve ever had inside me, and it’s been too long.”

Seulgi moved to the other end of the couch, which had a wider space, and got on her hands and knees, facing you, her face directly above Wendy’s. She stroked her beautiful short brown hair and grabbed Wendy’s face to force her to look at you.

“Ask him to fuck you really hard, go on,” Seulgi said in a low, silky voice. “I know you’re ready. You just like feeling him stretch you from the inside out.”

Wendy looked you straight in the eyes as you held her left thigh against hers and left the other loose. Her face was flushed, making her pale skin look even prettier.

“Fuck me really, really hard, sweetie,” Wendy moaned, caressing your abdomen with her fingertips. “My pussy needs it. I need it.”

Fuck, you’d almost forgotten how submissive Wendy had always been.

“Don’t beg anymore, gorgeous,” you said with the same gentleness Seulgi had used, starting to slowly move your hips. “You know I always spoil you.”

With that, you spent only a few seconds fucking her pussy slowly until you drastically increased your speed, making Wendy smother moans against Seulgi’s lips. Her tiny waist was your initial point of grip, digging your fingers hard into her flesh as you shook her petite body with hard, fast thrusts.

Seulgi quickly grew aroused just watching you fuck Wendy and let out little moans as well. She leaned forward over Wendy’s body, lowering her head to suck and lick her tits. Her ass looked really inviting from there, with that beautiful back arched above Wendy’s face.

Wendy started moaning louder when Seulgi reached out a hand and began rubbing circles on her clit, in perfect sync with your strong pumping. Seulgi then looked at Wendy’s abdomen, which bulged every time your cock went all the way into her pussy, and leaned forward a little further to kiss that constantly rising portion of flesh.

As the seconds passed, Wendy had her first orgasm, arching her back loudly and hugging Seulgi’s body on top of her. You heard her muffle her moans against something, but it was Seulgi’s face twisting that made you realize it was her pussy.

“Oh girl, you shouldn’t have done that,” Seulgi gasped, and turned around to straddle Wendy’s face, pinning her arms with her knees. She leaned forward, arching her back again so you could see in detail how Wendy ate her pussy. “You keep at it, champ. She’s loving every second of this.”

You went from holding Wendy’s waist to her thighs, pressing both of them against her torso as you gradually resumed your rhythm. Soon you were pounding her pussy again, so hard that it made her breathing ragged and her nails digging into Seulgi’s ass.

Wendy had another orgasm not long after. Her whimpers, muffled against Seulgi’s tender, wet flesh, were like music to your ears as you gently fucked her and she squirmed her hips. She instinctively moved one of her feet to your mouth, and of course you accepted it with kisses and sucks on her big toe.

“Don’t you think it’s my turn now, baby?” Seulgi asked, knowing her ass looked irresistible from that spot.

You pulled out of Wendy’s pussy and crawled over her until you were kneeling above her chest, just behind Seulgi’s ass. Wendy’s first instinct was to capture your balls with her mouth, giving them light suction and licking. But then she grabbed your cock herself and guided it into Seulgi’s pussy.

“Fuck, what a view,” Wendy said, watching your cock force its way between Seulgi’s walls from below. “I fucking love being bisexual.”

Wendy continued licking your balls and the underside of your cock until you buried every inch inside Seulgi. Then her focus shifted to her unnie’s pussy. Seulgi moaned, both from feeling your cock stretching her and from Wendy’s licking. You were just as overwhelmed with pleasure as she was.

“Thank god she’s such a good girl,” Seulgi moaned, propped up on her elbows. She was looking forward as she ran her hand through her hair.

With Seulgi, you prolonged the slow pumps a little longer, just wanting to feel a little more of the wonders Wendy was doing beneath you. As the seconds passed, you couldn’t help going faster, but that didn’t stop Wendy from eating Seulgi’s pussy like it was a divine command.

“Oh my god, yes!” Seulgi moaned as you pounded her pussy from behind, hands on her waist. “Please don’t stop, don’t stop!”

One of your hands moved from her waist to her hair, firmly grabbing a handful of it and speeding up as you were close to your climax. Seulgi came first, trembling on Wendy’s face, and the way her pussy suffocated your cock and throbbed around it made you explode with moans as loud as Seulgi’s.

“God!” you groaned, leaving only your tip inside Seulgi’s pussy as you came, so that when you pulled out, your entire load spilled from Seulgi’s folds into Wendy’s mouth. “Yeah, that’s a good girl.”

Wendy took every drop that fell from Seulgi’s pussy, savored it, and swallowed it without hesitation, then stuck out her tongue and cleaned the rest herself. As a reward, you took your cock and guided it into her mouth. She took it with a moan and sucked it until it was glistening.

“Don’t even think I’m done with you,” Seulgi told you between gasps, looking back into your eyes. “You know exactly what I want, and I know you want to give it to me.”

“I’ve never refused it,” you replied.

You got off Wendy and went to Seulgi, taking up the space on that side she wasn’t occupying. As soon as you lay down and rested your head on the small of the couch, Seulgi straddled you. And without even letting your cock soften, she took you back into her pussy and began moving her hips on you.

It was a little painful at first, but nothing you weren’t used to with her, especially since she hated breaks. Seulgi bent over you and kissed you while moving her hips on your cock. Your hands went to her waist and quickly went down to her ass as she began to bounce, almost twerking on your shaft.

“Does it feel good for you now, baby?” Seulgi asked in your ear, knowing it had been a bit painful for you. She made you smile at her ability to be so sweet despite the lewd moment.

“Yeah, I’m fine now,” you nodded with a giggle, wrapping your arms around her back to hug her. “You’re free to go wild.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have said that, as Seulgi took it quite seriously. She bounced faster and faster on your cock, showing off the excellent control she had over her hips. Then you heard a spank, one you hadn’t given her. Glancing to your right, you saw Wendy kneeling beside you, playing with herself with one hand and holding Seulgi’s lower back with the other.

“Pay no attention to me,” Wendy said. She hadn’t noticed that she still had a few drops of cum on her chin. “I’m just watching.”

Despite being ‘just watching’, Wendy gave Seulgi another spank that made her squeal. But your amused smile turned into a grimace of pleasure when Seulgi planted her feet on the couch and began bouncing like an unstoppable force of nature on your cock, her hands on your chest and her eyes fixed on yours. Her body had picked up a light layer of sweat, giving it a soft sheen thanks to the living room lights.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!!” Seulgi moaned, reaching up for you to suck on her fingers. You did so without hesitation, playing with her tits until she came again with a grunt.

Seulgi lowered her knees back onto the couch and ground herself against it, your cock buried deep inside her pussy. She throbbed deliciously inside, her silky, suffocating walls making you moan. Her body fell towards you, and with her tits pressed against your chest, she moved her hips up and down as she rode out her orgasm.

Your cock accidentally popped out of Seulgi’s pussy, and Wendy was quick to grab it with one hand and suck it with desperate, sloppy slurps.

“Do you want more, you submissive little whore?” you asked, reaching out to grab her ass.

“You ask that like you don’t know me,” Wendy replied with kisses to your cock, then released it to stand in front of the couch. “Come on, come.”

“I love that you guys think I have unlimited energy,” you sighed, looking at Seulgi, still panting and with her hair disheveled. “Get off me, big ass.”

Seulgi got off you and let you stand.

Wendy was pretty predictable when she wanted something, and that something was you grabbing her behind the knees and lifting her up into the air so she could wrap her legs around your torso. Once that was done, she grabbed your neck and kissed you, letting you grab your cock and guide it inside her.

That woman was small and petite, so it was effortless for you to hold her in the air. This made it easy to manipulate her at will, bouncing her hard and fast on your cock while you held her ass. Wendy squealed against your lips. Her hand was behind your head, tugging at your hair when her arms weren’t wrapped around your neck.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Seulgi get off the couch and kneel in front of you, right behind Wendy’s ass. Her intentions were clear to you, so you spread Wendy’s legs from around your torso, held them in the air with a grip behind her knees, and began pounding her pussy while Seulgi ate her butthole.

Wendy filled the entire apartment with screams worthy of the main vocalist she was, visibly overwhelmed by both simultaneous inputs of pleasure. Her eyes glazed over as her head fell back and her nails dug into the back of your neck. She wasn’t much of a talker during sex, and this time was no exception. All her enjoyment was expressed in the way her face twisted and her moans modulated according to how close she was to orgasm.

In that case, her orgasm was very close, and a couple of minutes later, she exploded in spasms and intense screams that rattled your eardrums. Seulgi, her work done, stood up and buried her face in Wendy’s neck, peppering it with kisses. Then she looked up at you.

“Do you have lube here?” Seulgi asked, while Wendy still wasn’t fully recovered from her orgasm, which was still making her thighs tremble.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” you said.

Not wanting to put Wendy down because you knew she wouldn’t be able to walk, you picked her up and carried her on your shoulder, your arm wrapped around her thighs.

Seulgi led the way to your bedroom, followed closely by you. Upon entering, the first thing she did was go straight to your nightstand in search of the lube while you placed Wendy on the bed. She quickly found it and crawled into your bed to lie on her side and quickly pour the clear liquid on her ass and part of her thighs.

“Fuck, you really need it, don’t you?” you asked, watching as she spread the lube until her ass was shiny and slippery.

“I lost count of the last time you fucked my ass, so yeah,” Seulgi looked down at Wendy, who was face down with one knee raised higher than the other. Her ass looked too cute, and Seulgi knew it. “Do you want me to do the same to her?”

“She wants you to, but right now she can’t string two sentences together without fainting,” you replied.

While Seulgi prepped Wendy’s ass, you got into bed, positioned yourself in front of her, grabbed your cock, and pressed it against her butthole, slowly inching it in.

“Oh, fuck, wait,” Seulgi moaned, still holding Wendy’s ass. “I’m not done yet… mmmgh!”

“You said you needed it, and now I’m a busy man. I can’t wait forever,” you joked with a half-smile.

Your cock slid easily into Seulgi’s perfect, amazing, wonderful ass, every inch surrounded by suffocatingly tight flesh. Seulgi did her best to focus on finishing work on Wendy’s ass, and when she did, she tossed the bottle of lube away to grab onto your wrist.

“Fuck me hard then, busy man,” Seulgi hissed. You were already moving slowly. “Make up for all these months of not treating me.”

It was no secret to either of you, but Seulgi’s ass always managed to make your head spin, and you couldn’t really put your finger on why. It was simply the ass you loved being inside the most besides Aeri’s, Chaery’s, and Wendy’s. Your moans and the way you clung to her waist proved it.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Seulgi moaned, her body increasingly rocked by your thrusts. “Just like that, baby. Didn’t you miss your favorite ass?”

Fuck, of course you did, but at that moment, you couldn’t respond; you were focused on fucking her faster and harder. The bedroom soon began to reverberate with the sounds of your pelvis colliding with her sticky ass, coupled with Seulgi’s moans. You pressed her thigh back and against her torso with both hands, trying to hit her at that angle you knew she’d love. You knew you’d succeeded when Seulgi brought a hand to her mouth and arched her back, squealing.

“Oh god, yesss!!” Seulgi screamed. “I knew you wouldn’t forget. Fuck, fuck!!”

Seulgi slammed her hand on the bed when, a minute later, she came in that way you so vividly remembered from your first sessions with them. Like she was possessed, basically. Her face looked damn sexy while she did it, tho. And her ass was squeezing your cock like hell.

Wendy was already watching, eager for her turn, so with a swift movement, you pulled out of Seulgi’s ass and straddled Wendy’s thighs to guide your cock between her slick buttocks, find her butthole, and slowly enter it.

The big difference between Seulgi and Wendy was that the latter felt everything there, but multiplied by ten. That meant that for every inch of cock you buried inside her ass, the more she lost her mind, to the point where she couldn’t even move from the immense pleasure she felt. Within a few seconds, you reached that point, with your cock disappeared between her firm buttocks.

“You love this, don’t you, Seungwanie?” you asked Wendy, one hand on her lower back and the other on the back of her neck.

Wendy just nodded weakly, unable to do anything else. Even her face was in a state of partial paralysis; only her mouth moved occasionally to emit muffled sounds and gasps. Then you started fucking her as hard as you were fucking Seulgi a moment ago.

That ass was on par with Seulgi’s: just as tight and just as warm. Every inch of your cock slid in and out of her, fast and hard, up and down. Wendy was happy to be pinned to the bed like that; her fingers, both her hands and her toes, wrinkled in approval. Her blank eyes also urged you to keep going.

Within seconds, Wendy had a silent orgasm, but physically you knew it was considerably the most intense, aggressive, and mind-melting of all. The way she writhed, pulling the sheets off the top corner of the bed, made every drop of sweat worth it. But you needed to cum urgently.

Seulgi got on her hands and knees for you, and you returned to her ass to pound it hard from behind, pulling her hair and delivering spank after spank. A while later, when you’d given Wendy enough time to recover, you returned to her and flipped her over onto her back to spread her legs and also fuck her ass like a madman.

You spent a considerable amount of time switching between both asses, and after making them both cum once more, you reached your climax while fucking Wendy.

“Oh fuck!!” You groaned, your fingers digging into Wendy’s tiny waist until, with a sudden thrust, you exploded inside her. “Fuckkk!!”

It didn’t surprise you that, as you emptied your balls inside her, Wendy came again, and this time she whimpered until tears streamed down her cheeks. You slumped forward and kissed her, filled with nothing but gratitude and affection. Wendy cupped your face with trembling hands and kissed you back, until, out of nowhere, she fainted. It was also normal for her, so you weren’t alarmed.

You pulled yourself out of her, and your cum spilled from her butthole onto the white sheets.

“Do you want us to spend the night with you, sweetheart?” Seulgi asked from beside you, lying on her own arm.

“Yes, please,” you nodded between heavy gasps.

“And you want me to comb your hair right now?”

“Fuck, yes please,” you sighed.

“First let me help you clean Seungwanie and the sheets.”

Seulgi stood up, and on shaky legs, went to the bathroom to grab some toilet paper and come back to clean up the cum-soaked mess you’d made. Then, she settled onto a pillow on the right side of the bed and held out her arms for you to curl up between them.

Mentally exhausted from all the day’s shit and now physically exhausted from being drained by those two, you hugged Seulgi like a helpless koala and let her cuddle you until you fell asleep.

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