Chapter 2

The days blurred into a nonstop haze of Yooyeon's endless hunger. She didn't hide it anymore, not from you, not from anyone who caught her eye. It was like a switch had flipped permanently: her body craved cock the way most people craved oxygen, and she chased that high with reckless, giggling abandon.

One humid afternoon in late March 2026, after a grueling all-day photoshoot for a summer concept, the group was given a rare two-hour break in the company building's underground parking lot lounge. Most members crashed on couches or scrolled phones. Yooyeon, though, sweaty, skin glowing under the dim lights, still in her cropped white tank and tiny pleated skirt, spotted the delivery guys unloading boxes near the service elevator.

She didn't even glance back at you. She just sauntered over, hips swaying, skirt riding up just enough to flash the curve of her ass.

"Hey boys~" she purred, voice sweet but dripping with need. "You look tired from carrying all that. Want me to help... relieve some stress?"

The three of them froze, college-age, probably fans too, eyes wide as she dropped right there between stacked crates, knees on the cold concrete. She tugged the first guy's zipper down with her teeth, giggling when his cock sprang free already half-hard.

"Mmm, look at you... already excited for me." She wrapped her lips around him without another word, sucking deep and sloppy, one hand stroking the base while the other reached for the second guy's belt.

You stood a few meters away, phone out like always, recording in silence. The lens caught everything: the way her throat bulged when she deepthroated the first one, how her skirt flipped up as she arched her back to take the second in her mouth too, alternating between them with wet pops and happy moans. The third guy didn't wait; he knelt behind her, shoved her panties aside, and buried himself in one rough thrust.

Yooyeon squealed around the cock in her mouth, eyes squeezing shut in bliss. "Yes—fuck—fill me up—both holes—more—"

She came almost instantly, thighs trembling, pussy clenching so hard you could hear the slick sounds over the wet sucking. The guy behind her groaned and sped up, slapping against her ass while she pushed back greedily. Drool ran down her chin, mixing with precum; she looked utterly wrecked and euphoric at the same time.

When the first guy came, she swallowed hungrily, pulling off only to beg the second, "In my mouth—please—give it all to me—" He did, painting her tongue white before she licked him clean like it was dessert.

The one fucking her lasted longer—pounding deep until she was babbling, "Cum inside—please—breed me—I need it so bad—" He obliged with a guttural curse, hips stuttering as he pumped her full. Yooyeon shuddered through another orgasm, squirting messily onto the floor, laughing breathlessly.

She stayed on her knees a moment, panting, cum leaking down her inner thighs, then looked over her shoulder at you with that dazed, sex-drunk smile.

"Baby... come taste? It's still warm~"

You hesitated only a second before kneeling too. She spread her legs wider, guiding your face between them. You licked, salty, thick, mixed with her sweetness, and she moaned softly, fingers threading through your hair like you were her favorite toy.

"Good boy... you always clean me so well. Makes me want to do it again right now."

She didn't even bother fixing her clothes properly after. Skirt still hiked, top askew, traces of white at the corner of her mouth, she just stood up, stretched like a satisfied cat, and skipped back toward the lounge area.

"Next schedule in twenty minutes!" she called cheerfully over her shoulder. "Who's coming with me to the makeup room? I still feel so empty~"

Later that night, back in your shared apartment, she straddled your lap on the couch, freshly showered but still radiating that post-sex glow. She ground against your obvious hard-on, whispering hot against your ear.

"You filmed everything today, right? Show me. I wanna watch myself getting used while you fuck me."

You pulled up the video. She rode you slowly at first, eyes glued to the screen, watching her own mouth stretched, her own pussy pounded, her own cries of pleasure. Every time she saw herself cum, she clenched harder around you.

"Ahh—look at that... I took three at once... so full... so good..." She sped up, bouncing wildly now. "You're throbbing so much—cum with me—fill me up too—make it four loads today—"

You couldn't hold back. She milked you dry, collapsing against your chest afterward with a contented sigh, nuzzling your neck.

"Tomorrow's a music show day... lots of staff, lots of backup dancers... mmm, I can't wait."

She fell asleep like that, still leaking you, still smiling in her dreams, already planning her next fix. And somehow, impossibly, she always made sure you were there for every single one.