Chapter 4 : „Midnight Matinee"

The oppressive humidity of a cloudy, overcast Wednesday evening in Seoul clung to the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the TWICE dormitory. Outside, the sprawling metropolis buzzed with endless neon and muffled traffic, but inside the luxurious penthouse, the atmosphere was entirely dominated by physical exhaustion. The ten-hour world tour photoshoot had been a grueling marathon of blinding flashes, chaotic wardrobe changes, and screaming directors. The air in the dorm was thick and heavy, smelling beautifully of nine different expensive floral perfumes mixing with the comforting, sugary, caramelized aroma of fresh popcorn wafting from the kitchen.

For twenty-seven-year-old Mina Myōi, the quiet, elegant, perfectly poised "Black Swan" of the group, the exhaustion was entirely secondary to a much darker, much more urgent physiological problem.

She was running on empty, and her entire body felt like it was humming on a painfully live wire.

All day long, through every forced smile and synchronized pose, Mina had been surviving on one single, desperate thought: Tonight is Wednesday. Tonight is my night. Wednesday meant the secret room. Wednesday meant escaping the overwhelming stress of idol life by surrendering her tight, untouched body to the absolute, ruthless dominance of Y/N.

But a cruel twist of scheduling had shattered her reality. When she had discreetly asked their manager to drop her and Y/N off at the JYP building so she could "practice" her solo routine, the rejection had hit her like a physical blow. ITZY had the main dance studio locked down all night for their comeback rehearsals. The secret room, her beautiful, vanilla-scented sanctuary of absolute degradation, was blocked.

Unlike Nayeon or Sana, Mina had never been the exhibitionist type. She strictly preferred the isolating darkness of the "nest." She liked to be degraded in total privacy. But right now, sitting in the blue, flickering glow of the massive 85-inch television screen in their living room, surrounded by her eight exhausted bandmates settling in for a movie night, the "itching," heavy throb in her crotch was completely overriding her famous inhibitions.

She was seated on the far edge of the plush leather L-shaped sofa, curled up delicately. Her dark brown hair was styled in a pristine, perfectly neat medium ponytail, a few strands framing her breathtakingly gorgeous, pale face. She wore a light beige, incredibly soft turtleneck top that was perfectly fitted to her slender frame, elegantly accentuating the gentle, perky curves of her cute size A-cup tits. Her long legs were encased in tight, dark gray leggings adorned with subtle vertical striped patterns, ending in a pair of light pink ballet socks that barely touched the thick velvet rug.

And seated directly next to her, completely dominating the space with his terrifying, alpha-male presence, was Y/N.

The thirty-year-old European giant was an imposing monolith of muscle. Standing at a towering 188 centimeters and weighing a densely packed 90 kilograms, he sat with his massive arms casually spread across the back of the leather sofa. He was entirely clad in his signature fitted black Adidas training suit, the fabric pulling taut across his incredibly broad chest. His short, perfectly styled black hair framed a brutally handsome, uncompromisingly strict face, his sharp brown eyes entirely unreadable as he watched the chaotic idols scramble around the living room.

Because it was her scheduled Wednesday, Mina was at least granted the privilege of physical contact outside the secret room. She had practically plastered her side against his thick ribs, leaning her head on his shoulder, trying to draw whatever comfort she could. But cuddling wasn't enough. Not even close. She could smell the dark, intoxicating, woodsy musk of his expensive cologne mixed with the faint, salty tang of his male sweat. She could feel the hard, thick ridge of his masculinity straining slightly against the zipper of his Adidas pants just inches from her trembling thighs.

Her pussy was aching. Copious amounts of slick, sweet arousal fluid were already seeping into the cotton of her panties, pasting the fabric to her swollen clit. She crossed her dark gray leggings, rubbing her thighs together subtly, a tiny, involuntary whimper dying in her throat.

In the center of the room, Momo and Dahyun were screaming with laughter, aggressively throwing their hands out in a high-stakes game of rock-paper-scissors to determine the night's agenda.

"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" Dahyun chanted loudly, throwing down paper just as Momo slammed her hand into a fist for rock.

"Yes! Hah! I win!" Dahyun cheered, spinning around victoriously and pointing a commanding finger at the massive TV. "We are watching the new psychological serial killer thriller! I am so sick of romantic comedies! Get the lights!"

Momo groaned dramatically, stomping her foot onto the carpet. "You always pick the stressful movies! Fine! But since I’m the runner-up of this stupid tournament, I dictate the snacks! The popcorn is going to be completely sweet! Extra caramel! No salty allowed!"

Jihyo laughed from her spot on the floor cushion, pulling a thick blanket over her legs. "Whatever, Momo, just bring the bowls before Dahyun starts pausing the movie to explain the plot to us."

As the lights flicked off, plunging the massive dorm room into moody darkness illuminated only by the cold, blue light of the television thriller, the girls settled into their respective spots.

Sana sat on the complete opposite end of the leather couch, wrapped tight in a blanket. The blonde idol had been in a toxic, bitter mood since she woke up. Her green-brown eyes glared sharply across the long cushion, locking entirely onto the sight of Mina pressing her horny, desperate body against their European trainer.

Sana let out a sharp, incredibly bitter exhale that cut right through the suspenseful opening music of the film.

"Join the club of the unfucked, Mina," Sana hissed softly, her voice dripping with venom, frustration, and undeniable jealousy as she referred to the previous night's punishment where she had to watch a rookie take her place. "Some of us didn't even get our scheduled time yesterday because of new distractions. So get used to the ache."

Y/N didn't even blink. He kept his dark brown eyes trained entirely on the television, completely ignoring Sana's pathetic, insubordinate rebellion.

But for Mina, Sana's biting words completely snapped the fragile thread of her self-control. The club of the unfucked. The sheer, horrific prospect of going an entire week with this deep, desperate, hollow void inside her womb was impossible. She was a Black Swan. She was elegant. But right now, the pure, unadulterated slut buried beneath her polite facade violently seized control.

She turned her head, looking up into Y/N’s brutally strict, darkly handsome face. Her brown eyes were swimming with raw, unfiltered lust, the pupils completely blown out in the dim light.

"It's Wednesday," Mina whispered. Her voice was uncharacteristically husky, a breathless, desperate purr that instantly drew his dark gaze down to her. "I don't care if the dance floor is full. I need my fix, and I am not waiting until next week."

Before Y/N could utter a single, commanding word, Mina shifted. She slipped gracefully off the leather cushion, her pink ballet socks making absolutely no sound as they touched the soft rug. She sank completely onto her bare knees on the floor, settling directly between Y/N’s massively thick, muscularly spread thighs.

A wicked, dark, deeply arrogant smirk instantly curved Y/N’s lips. The strict trainer thoroughly enjoyed it when his most quiet, well-behaved toys completely broke their own rules out of sheer desperation.

"Is that right, princess?" Y/N murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that sent a violent, wet shiver straight through Mina's dark gray leggings. "You want your fix right here? In front of your sisters?"

"I need you, Oppa," Mina begged, her hands reaching out with trembling, desperate anticipation.

She looked up at him with a beautiful, adoring smile as her delicate fingers grasped the metallic zipper of his black Adidas pants. The sharp, abrasive ZZZIPP echoed clearly over the ominous movie soundtrack. She pulled the thick synthetic fabric apart, instantly exposing the heavy, dark cotton of his boxer briefs. With eager, expert thumbs, she hooked the waistband and pulled it firmly down his thick thighs.

His massive, 18-centimeter European weapon sprang entirely free, hitting his taut, heavily muscled lower stomach with a thick, wet smack. The sheer size of it took Mina's breath away every single time. It was an intimidating monument of incredibly thick, heavily veined flesh, pumping furiously with boiling hot blood, the broad, purple-hued head already weeping a thick, slick drop of pre-cum in the dim blue light.

Mina let out a soft, delighted hum. She leaned forward, her elegant ponytail brushing his thighs. She softly pressed her pink lips against the scorching hot, ultra-sensitive skin of his half-erect shaft, kissing it tenderly, letting her breath fan across the prominent, throbbing vein.

"Oh my god, Tzuyu..." Nayeon whispered sharply from the floor cushion to their left.

Nayeon immediately nudged the tall visual beside her, her eyes wide with shock and pure, unadulterated amusement as she pointed subtly toward the sofa. "Look at our quiet little Black Swan... She’s actually doing it in the middle of the movie."

Tzuyu clamped a hand over her mouth, letting out a sharp, breathless giggle. "Unnie! That’s so... I didn't think Mina was into that!"

Mina heard them. For a brief, terrifying second, a flush of pure embarrassment stained her pale cheeks, but it was immediately swallowed by a massive, all-consuming tsunami of exhibitionist arousal. Knowing that her pristine idol sisters were actively watching her drop to her knees and degrade herself for their bodyguard completely flooded her panties with thick, sweet wetness.

Mina turned her attention back to the massive BWC. It was entirely too thick to fit her hand around completely. She wrapped her delicate fingers around the thick base, stroking him gently as she opened her mouth incredibly wide, parting her lips past her comfort zone to accommodate his terrifying girth.

She leaned in and began to suck his thick cock centimeter by agonizing centimeter. Schlick... shuck... slurp... The highly explicit, sloppy, wet sounds of her mouth completely rivaled the suspenseful dialogue of the TV show. She relished it. She swirled her incredibly soft, wet tongue over the broad crown, lapping up the musky, salty drop of pre-cum with pure devotion.

"Fuck, Mina," Y/N hissed softly, his hands dropping down to bury themselves in her soft, dark brown hair. "You have a surprisingly filthy little mouth when you're desperate, don't you?"

"Mmmph! I'm entirely yours, Oppa," she moaned thickly around his massive girth, her cheeks hollowing out as she created an incredibly tight, wet vacuum.

For Mina, the 18-centimeter cock resting between her lips was the actual movie. She completely gave herself over to the act, taking him incredibly deep. She forced the thick, heavy head past her tongue, pushing her face directly into his coarse pubic hair until the broad crown brutally stretched the back of her delicate throat. She pumped her head in a rhythmic, agonizingly dedicated motion, a thick string of shiny drool constantly dripping from her chin down onto Y/N’s dark pants.

Y/N watched his elegant swan reduce herself to a drooling, cock-hungry slut right in front of the others, and his cock swelled to its absolute, rigid maximum under the deep, wet suction. He tangled his fingers tightly into her neat ponytail, gripping her head and forcefully thrusting his hips upward into her mouth, punishing her throat with three deep, brutal thrusts.

"Ah! Nnngh!" Mina gagged beautifully around his cock, taking the abuse exactly like he trained her to, before finally pulling her mouth completely off the slick, saliva-drenched pole with a loud, wet POP.

She panted heavily, looking up at him with her large, innocent green-brown eyes. Her light beige turtleneck was riding up slightly from her exertions, and the friction between her thighs had become physically unbearable. She had warmed him up perfectly. The BWC was slick, dripping, and rigidly waiting to completely destroy her. But her incredibly polite, considerate nature—the deeply ingrained Japanese manners—wrestled briefly with her ravenous horniness.

Mina turned her head, looking out into the dim room at the silhouettes of the other eight members.

"Is... is it okay with you guys if we do this right here?" Mina asked, her soft, elegant voice trembling violently with absolute lust, totally contrasting the filthy nature of her question. "I really... I don't want to bother you guys while you watch the thriller, but I am just so incredibly wet... I am so entirely ready to get fucked, I literally cannot wait."

The group turned their heads, pausing their popcorn chewing. They were stunned. Mina, the pristine, vanilla ballerina, was genuinely asking for permission to be publicly bred.

Jihyo sighed heavily, rolling her eyes but smiling with fond understanding. "It's Wednesday, Mina-yah. It's your scheduled night. If you need your fix outside the nest, get your fix. But please, just try to keep your moaning down, okay? We really want to understand the plot twists."

A deeply satisfied, completely wicked smile blossomed on Mina's flushed face. "Thank you, unnies."

She immediately turned around on her knees, completely presenting her back to Y/N.

Y/N didn't waste a millisecond. His large hands locked onto the elastic waistband of her dark gray, vertical-striped leggings. With one brutal, utterly commanding pull, he yanked the thick fabric, along with her delicate cotton panties, straight down her incredibly slender, toned thighs. Mina immediately wiggled her legs, kicking the clothing completely away onto the plush rug.