Minju's feelings about your arrangement with Winter are slightly... complicated.
So, minor problem:
Park Minju has a crush on you.
“It’s kinda cute,” Winter remarks, nuzzling up to you in bed. She’s warm in that post-coital way, tracing patterns into your bare chest—hearts, maybe. Stars. “You take her virginity, fuck her silly, make her cum one or twice—”
“Three times,” you clarify. Minju had been very vocal about it, and the way Winter playfully rolls her eyes is always worth the correction.
“Three times,” she corrects, all drawn out, “And she's already head over heels.”
“It’s a problem.”
“It’s also cute.”
“It’s also a problem.”
Winter shifts onto her elbow, letting the blanket slip to expose a modest handful to the morning light. “I don’t see what’s wrong with it,” she shrugs. “She’s pretty, sex-crazed—the perfect little thing to add to the regular rotation.”
“She doesn’t care much for you,” you explain.
And she doesn’t. That’s the crux of it, really. Barely laid so much as a finger on Winter in three whole hours. Both of those big, doe eyes were fixed on you like you were the light of her life—like Winter’s merely an accessory to you. She may as well have been part of the furniture. A very pretty, very patient part of said furniture, but furniture nonetheless. You’ve seen your girlfriend work miracles—make actresses weep, made idols break—so seeing her treated like an afterthought just doesn’t sit right.
You don’t really want to tell her how to feel, “but it sucks not seeing you appreciated.”
“Well, I'm glad you still hold me in such high regard considering all the pretty women we’ve fucked.” She jokes, of course, but there’s sincerity in the way she traces a thumb down your face like she has many times before.
“Anyhow,” she continues, sliding that same hand down your chest, your stomach, even lower, “I’m totally okay with it if you want a—” her hands reach their target: your recently used morning wood, “—one-on-one session with her.”
“I’ll take you up on that,” you say as she starts slowly stroking. “But only to tell her she needs to back down and move on.”
“And to fuck her,” she punctuates with a prompt pump. “I know you’d like to,” she adds on in a purr.
“Fine,” you concede. Of course you want to fuck her. It’s a given—Minju’s gorgeous—preposterously so. But it’s complicated—always is when feelings get involved. “Fuck her, then tell her to fuck off.”
“Not that harsh, I hope?”
“I’m gonna have sex with her” you laugh, “I think that qualifies as letting her down easy.”
Winter hums, satisfied. “Then you have my blessing to let her down easy. And fuck her brains out—” she presses a kiss to your cheek, “—on the condition you fuck mine out first.”
You send her a smirk.
“I can work with that.”
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