Chapter 5: "The Tofu is Pressed"

The credits of the psychological serial thriller rolled silently across the massive, 85-inch television screen, casting a haunting, flickering blue light across the heavily polluted, intoxicating atmosphere of the TWICE dormitory living room. The movie itself had been entirely forgotten. In its wake, an entirely different, incredibly visceral scene had completely taken over the luxurious penthouse. The air inside the room was phenomenally thick, practically dripping with an incredibly intense, multi-layered aroma. The deep, woodsy, unapologetically masculine musk of Y/N’s European cologne clashed violently against the dizzying, sugar-coated scent of extra-caramel popcorn. Beneath that sweet facade, the raw, deeply pungent, metallic tang of heavy sexual exertion, slick arousal fluids, and fresh, hot semen hung heavily in the air conditioning, a scent so dense it felt as though one could bite into it.

Golden streetlights from the sprawling, never-sleeping metropolis of Seoul bled weakly through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, mixing beautifully with the cold silver moonlight that fell across the plush velvet rug. The shadows in the room danced elegantly against the walls, creating an atmosphere of profound, sinful decadence.

Twenty-seven-year-old Mina slid slowly, agonizingly off Y/N’s massive, heavily muscled thighs. The beautiful "Black Swan" was entirely naked from the waist down, save for her delicate pink ballet socks that ghosted across the carpet. She practically vibrated with an immense, entirely sated afterglow, a deeply euphoric, ear-to-ear grin plastered across her flushed, gorgeous face. She settled onto the plush leather cushions just inches away, curling her slender legs beneath her, totally content to marinate in the absolute ruin Y/N had just bestowed upon her delicate Japanese anatomy.

Just a few feet away, on the far side of the massive glass coffee table, absolute comedic degeneracy was unfolding. Nayeon and Tzuyu, their idol dignity entirely abandoned to the wind, were currently cross-legged on the thick carpet. They were happily and highly explicitly feeding each other the completely ruined, semen-drenched caramel popcorn from the large glass bowl.

"Mmm, here, Tzuyu-ah," Nayeon giggled breathlessly, her fingers entirely coated in the thick, sticky, highly musky white ropes of their bodyguard's climax as she pressed a kernel against the maknae’s lips. "Get a really thick piece this time."

"Thank you, unnie," Tzuyu hummed delightfully, completely opening her mouth and sucking Nayeon’s finger clean along with the sweet, salty treat, her deep eyes heavily lidded with absolute satisfaction.

The room echoed with their chaotic giggling and the heavy, ragged breathing of the massive European man commanding the sofa.

But not everyone was bathed in pure euphoric joy.

Seated on her thick floor cushion, entirely wrapped in her loose, light gray, oversized sweatshirt and incredibly short white shorts, was Dahyun. Her long, dark brown hair was perfectly parted in the middle, falling in gentle, immaculate soft waves over her shoulders. The twenty-seven-year-old rapper had been immensely frustrated for the better half of an hour. She had deeply, genuinely wanted to watch the thriller. And in a moment of pure, unfiltered exasperation, the "tofu" of the group let her mouth move faster than her deeply ingrained fear of their strict bodyguard's rules.

"I swear, that was the worst movie night ever," Dahyun huffed sharply, crossing her arms over her chest, inadvertently pressing her perfect, small B-cup breasts up against the loose fabric of her gray sweater. "I specifically asked you to be quiet, Mina-unnie. But no, Oppa just had to fuck you so incredibly hard that you literally let the entirety of Seoul know someone was getting their guts rearranged in our dorm. The movie is completely ruined now!"

The words left her lips like a loud firecracker in a library.

For one single, agonizing, gravity-defying second, the entire living room went completely, dead silent. The crunching of popcorn instantly stopped. Nayeon froze entirely, a heavily cum-soaked popcorn kernel hovering just an inch from her lips. Tzuyu’s large eyes instantly darted nervously toward the imposing, terrifying monolith of muscle sitting comfortably on the center of the couch.

Dahyun immediately realized what she had just done. The color rapidly drained from her impossibly pale, tofu-like cheeks. She gasped quietly, violently slapping her own hands over her mouth. Her dark brown eyes widened in absolute, sheer terror. Complaining. She had just openly, insubordinately complained about Y/N and his dominant actions. The golden rule of their arrangement was absolute obedience. To question his timing, or to complain about his sexual dominance, was practically begging for agonizing sexual deprivation—a horrific punishment she actively, desperately wanted to avoid at all costs. She loved his 18-centimeter BWC just as deeply and violently as the rest of her bandmates. She couldn't lose her scheduled Sunday.

The other eight idols immediately recognized the monumental magnitude of Dahyun's slip-up.

Sana, however, saw an absolute, golden, incredibly vindictive opportunity.

The blonde idol, wrapped tightly in her blanket at the far edge of the couch, was practically seething with toxic, bitter jealousy. Her green-brown eyes flashed with an entirely venomous, opportunistic light. She was still painfully reeling from being "unfucked" the night before, her womb actively burning with frustrating emptiness. She sat up violently, throwing her blanket to the side.

"Did you hear that, Oppa?!" Sana shrieked eagerly, her voice dripping with absolute poison as she pointed an accusing finger directly at the terrified rapper. "She was entirely insubordinate! She literally just complained about you! You should probably strike Sunday from her calendar entirely! Make her wait an entire extra week for her fix. Put her in the club of the unfucked with me! It’s only fair!"

Dahyun whimpered pathetically behind her hands, looking up at Y/N with wide, glassy, desperate eyes, silently pleading for her life.

The 188-centimeter, 90-kilogram giant slowly shifted his immense bulk on the leather sofa. His perfectly styled black hair and brutally handsome, sharply angled face remained completely unreadable. He slowly trailed his dark brown eyes from the frantically hopeful, bitterly jealous Sana, down to the trembling, incredibly pale idol sitting on the floor.

To everyone's absolute shock, Y/N did not unleash his booming, terrifying anger. A slow, deeply arrogant, incredibly dark smirk crept onto his lips. He understood the dynamics of the dorm perfectly. The day had been utterly exhausting, filled to the brim with flashing cameras and screaming directors. It had been genuinely chaotic. And beneath all of Dahyun's complaints, he knew the rapper genuinely just wanted a quiet moment to decompress with a thriller.

"Is that so, Dahyun?" Y/N murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that sent an immediate, violent shiver cascading down Dahyun's spine.

He leaned incredibly far forward, his massive frame eating up the space between them. He reached his large, heavily calloused hand down. His thick fingers gently but firmly cupped Dahyun’s incredibly soft, pale chin. He physically forced her to tilt her head up, locking her dark, frightened eyes with his commanding gaze.

"Then consider this an early gift," Y/N spoke smoothly, the absolute authority in his voice practically melting the tension in the room into pure, dripping arousal. "A formal apology for the noise."

Dahyun’s heart stopped. An apology? From him?

His thumb slowly brushed over her plush lower lip. "But make no mistake. If I hear one more single, solitary complaint from you tonight, my beautiful tofu, your Sunday session is entirely cancelled, and you will wait another week. Do we have an agreement?"

Dahyun frantically, desperately nodded her head against his massive hand, pulling her own hands away from her mouth. "Yes! Yes, Oppa! Thank you! No more complaints, I absolutely promise! Thank you!"

The sheer, monumental injustice of the situation completely shattered Sana's fragile sanity.

"An apology?!" Sana shrieked loudly, her voice entirely cracking as she stomped her bare foot into the velvet rug. "She literally complains and she gets rewarded for it?! That’s not how this works! Oppa, that is completely, fundamentally unfair! She broke the rules!"

Instantly sensing the dramatic shift in the strict schedule, the other idols decided to aggressively try their luck. Chaeyoung immediately jumped up from her spot on the floor, waving her hands enthusiastically in the air.

"Oh my god, I am so incredibly, deeply upset right now!" Chaeyoung announced enthusiastically, completely forcing a terrible, exaggerated pout onto her lips. "I am deeply upset about... um... the temperature in this room! Yes! It is entirely too cold! I am complaining! Please punish me with your massive cock immediately, Oppa! I need a formal apology too!"

Y/N didn't even blink. He slowly turned his dark gaze away from Dahyun and locked eyes directly with Sana, completely ignoring Chaeyoung's hilarious, entirely fake protest.

"You are playing an incredibly dangerous game tonight, Sana," Y/N warned smoothly, his deep, resonant voice completely cutting through the chaotic noise of the idols. "Watch your tone. Your time will come soon enough. You’ll prove yourself highly useful before this night is over."

Sana snapped her plush lips tightly shut, an audible click of her teeth ringing into the quiet room. Her chest heaved beneath her blanket, her green-brown eyes practically glowing with a feral mixture of bitter indignation and absolute, undeniable anticipation. She hated being told to wait, but the promise embedded in his dark, raspy tone immediately sent a furious, heavy throb straight down into her empty, aching womb. She crossed her arms, violently glaring at the spectacle about to unfold, but utterly unable to look away.

Dahyun didn’t need another invitation. The sheer relief of avoiding a week-long punishment, violently colliding with the immediate, overwhelming arousal of an unscheduled session, completely short-circuited her brain.

With profound, worshipful desperation, the pale, dark-haired rapper sank gracefully onto her bare knees directly on the thick, plush velvet rug between Y/N’s massively spread legs. The sheer heat radiating off his thickly muscled inner thighs enveloped her perfectly. Dahyun peered deeply into his lap. The massive, European BWC rested heavily against his lower stomach. It was currently half-hard from completely devastating Mina moments prior, yet it was still a terrifying monument of thick, corded flesh. The deeply purple-hued, helmet-like head was completely painted in a high-gloss sheen of Mina’s sweet arousal juices and the sticky, trailing remnants of Y/N’s own raw, white semen.

The deeply pungent, intoxicatingly salty, hyper-musky scent of raw male sexuality flooded Dahyun’s nostrils, making her head spin with pure, absolute intoxication.

She leaned incredibly close, her long, dark brown hair falling like a silken curtain over Y/N’s thighs. She closed her dark brown eyes and pressed her perfectly soft, pink lips directly onto the scorching hot skin of his heavy shaft.

"Oh, Oppa..." Dahyun breathed reverently against the thick vein throbbing beneath his flesh. "Thank you. Thank you for forgiving me."

She opened her mouth, parting her lips wide, and elegantly slipped her wonderfully wet, incredibly soft tongue out. She dragged the flat of her tongue completely up the thick, heavy underside of his 18-centimeter cock, meticulously licking the slick, sticky trail of leftover juices. She moaned softly at the deeply salty, musky taste of his spent seed mixing with her bandmate's sweet nectar right onto her taste buds.

Y/N let his head fall back against the plush leather couch, a heavy, deeply satisfying grunt rumbling deep in his chest as Dahyun went to work. He threaded his massive fingers into her soft, dark hair, gently guiding her rhythm.

Dahyun fully surrendered to the act of deep, highly explicit oral worship. She completely engulfed the incredibly thick, broad crown of his cock past her lips. The taste was absolutely heavenly to the completely horny idol. Schlick... slurp... shuck... The messy, sloppy, intensely wet sounds of her enthusiastic blowjob easily replaced the suspenseful soundtrack of the forgotten television movie. She bobbed her head with eager devotion, swirling her hot tongue relentlessly around the sensitive coronal ridge, forcefully sucking the heavy flesh deep into her warm, salivating cheeks. She gently cupped his heavy, full testicles with her small, delicate hands, affectionately massaging the rough, thick skin with her thumbs while she dragged her mouth relentlessly up and down the base of his shaft.

Under her expert, incredibly desperate, loving lip-service, the European weapon immediately reawakened. Within mere seconds, the thick, heavy meat furiously gorged with boiling hot blood, expanding and lengthening dramatically inside her tight mouth until it stretched her cheeks to their absolute limits. The half-hard cock violently snapped to its complete, terrifyingly rigid, 18-centimeter, heavily-veined maximum, pressing aggressively against the back of her delicate throat.

Y/N’s breathing grew incredibly ragged, his chest expanding under the dark fabric of his Adidas tracksuit. "That's enough, Tofu. Stand up," he commanded strictly, his deep voice thick with overwhelming arousal. "We’re skipping the long foreplay tonight. You're getting right on it."

Dahyun immediately obeyed, pulling her saliva-slicked lips completely off the monumentally huge, throbbing BWC with a loud, incredibly explicit POP. A thick string of shiny spit tethered from her bottom lip to the heavy purple crown before she wiped her mouth cleanly with the back of her pale hand.

She stood up directly in front of him, standing between his widely spread knees. She still wore her incredibly loose, light gray, oversized sweatshirt, the long hem falling completely past her waist, barely revealing the bottom edge of her tiny white shorts.

Without breaking his dominating eye contact, Y/N reached his massive, calloused hands forward. His large fingers hooked ruthlessly into the elastic waistband of her incredibly short white shorts, completely bypassing her panties. With one smooth, incredibly powerful pull, he ripped the shorts and her delicate cotton underwear straight down her beautifully smooth, porcelain-pale legs. Dahyun gracefully stepped out of the clothing, leaving it forgotten on the velvet rug.

She was completely exposed. Her pale, pristine, "tofu" legs perfectly contrasted against the dark environment. Because of her prolonged period of immense sexual deprivation and the agonizing buildup of watching Mina get violently bred, Dahyun’s tight, perfectly formed Korean pussy was already thoroughly drenched. A heavy, glistening cascade of slick, clear arousal fluid leaked continuously from her swollen, intensely pink labia, catching the cold blue light of the massive television screen.

"Turn around. Show them how thoroughly my Tofu is about to get stuffed," Y/N murmured darkly, aggressively gripping her incredibly narrow, pale waist.

Dahyun shivered violently, totally consumed by absolute exhibitionist thrill. She fully turned her back to him. With practiced, desperate agility, she swung her right leg completely over his thick thigh, straddling his massive lap in a strict reverse-cowgirl position. She pressed her bare knees into the soft, completely cum-and-squirt stained leather cushions of the sofa on either side of his hips.

As she aligned her fiercely dripping, intensely throbbing core directly above his towering, rigid 18-centimeter BWC, Sana immediately sprang entirely into action.

Seizing her commanded opportunity to "be useful," Sana practically lunged across the leather couch from her completely miserable, sex-starved corner. She crawled directly onto her knees beside Y/N, positioning her beautiful face mere inches away from Dahyun’s violently flushed cheeks.

"You better make this look incredibly good, Dubu," Sana whispered venomously, yet completely overflowing with undeniable, desperate lust.

Y/N’s massive hands locked fiercely onto Dahyun's pale hips. With agonizingly deliberate slowness, he pulled her entire body weight straight down onto his thick, massive pole.

"AHH! GOD! FUCK!" Dahyun shrieked, her head immediately snapping back as the incredibly terrifying, dense girth of his BWC forcefully wedged into her profoundly sensitive, tight, slick pink entrance. The immensely thick head painfully, beautifully stretched her delicate internal walls, burying itself perfectly into the deepest depths of her heat.

The immediate second her pubic bone completely bottomed out against his with a deep, thoroughly wet, resounding THUD, Sana attacked.

The bitter blonde idol violently wrapped her arms around Dahyun’s waist from the side. Sana aggressively pressed her face forward, immediately capturing Dahyun’s open, shrieking mouth with her own lips. They instantly shared a frantic, profoundly passionate, deep-tongued kiss. Sana mercilessly swallowed Dahyun’s desperate screams, their tongues fiercely wrestling in an absolute whirlwind of shared saliva, desperate arousal, and feral, pent-up frustration.

As they frantically made out, Sana completely abandoned any sense of hesitation. Her hands aggressively pushed up the loose, baggy fabric of Dahyun's gray sweatshirt, sliding her palms completely underneath the fleece to physically grip Dahyun’s beautifully firm, small B-cup breasts. Sana ruthlessly squeezed and kneaded the perfectly round mounds of soft flesh, violently pinching Dahyun’s stiffly erect, painfully sensitive nipples between her manicured fingers.

"Mmmph! S-Sana-unnie... Nnngh!" Dahyun actively moaned straight into Sana’s deeply probing mouth, entirely overwhelmed by the massive, blinding surge of simultaneous stimulation. The feeling of Y/N’s unbelievably huge cock thoroughly stretching her tight inner canal to its absolute breaking point, while Sana aggressively kissed her and abused her intensely sensitive tits, sent absolute fireworks exploding completely across Dahyun’s brain.

Y/N leaned back, perfectly admiring the gorgeous, highly explicit, multi-layered visual. His incredibly polite, well-behaved Tofu was currently being viciously impaled on his 18-centimeters while fiercely making out with his most deeply jealous, aggressively lustful toy. The absolute, unadulterated madness of the situation was a masterpiece.

"Let loose, Tofu. Ride me completely. Don't hold a single thing back," Y/N commanded in a deep, reverberating growl.

And Dahyun did. Driven completely insane by the incredible sensation, the rapper began to aggressively bounce her pale hips up and down the length of his massive, deeply purple-veined shaft. SQUELCH. SLAP. SQUELCH. SLAP. The brutally wet, intensely chaotic sound of her incredibly slick, dripping pussy actively devouring his thick cock furiously echoed through the dark living room. She rode him with absolute, terrifying speed and intense, hungry relish.

The remaining onlookers were completely captivated. Jihyo sat on her thick floor cushion, a thoroughly satisfied, relaxed smile gracing the leader's beautiful face as she totally approved of Y/N heavily softening the strict weekly calendar for the deeply stressed rapper. Chaeyoung completely abandoned her spot on the floor entirely. The petite idol stood directly over the coffee table, raising her vintage Polaroid camera.

CLICK! WHIIIIRR. Another blindingly bright, harsh white flash completely illuminated the immensely filthy scene—Dahyun riding their massive bodyguard backward while Sana actively mauled her breasts and made out with her in front of a giant blue TV. Chaeyoung giggled wickedly, viciously shaking the developing film. "Oh, my absolute God. My rap partner is taking it so unbelievably deep! This is museum quality!"

Just inches to the left, lying utterly bare and incredibly exhausted on the leather sofa, Mina lazily propped herself up on her elbow, still clad only in her pink ballet socks. She smiled serenely, happily watching the girl who had just loudly complained about her screaming get absolutely, unequivocally demolished in the exact same spot.

"Take all of him, Dubu," Mina cheered softly, her voice totally sweet and encouraging, entirely lacking any trace of spite.

On the carpet in front of the television, Tzuyu and Nayeon actively ignored the flashing camera, completely entranced by the brutal fucking as they continuously chewed their wildly disgusting, completely cum-soaked snacks. Tzuyu’s eyes were practically the size of dinner plates as she explicitly licked a deeply sticky smear of thick white semen right off Nayeon’s thumb.

The friction became entirely, rapidly maddening. The absolute, undeniable perfection of her pale, flawless bottom bouncing in the dim blue light heavily tempted Y/N's primal urges.

He pulled his massive right hand completely back, and violently swung it forward, delivering a deafening, incredibly brutal SMACK! entirely against Dahyun’s beautifully pale, right ass cheek.

The sheer volume of the impact sounded like a shotgun going off in the living room.

"Mmmpph!!" Dahyun let out a muffled, thoroughly piercing shriek straight against Sana’s plush lips, violently bucking her hips as the immediate, intensely hot sting shot straight from her skin completely down into her fiercely engorged clitoris.

Y/N totally loved it. He heavily slapped her left cheek. SMACK!

He established a vicious, terrifyingly precise rhythm. Every single time Dahyun forcefully plunged her hips down onto the deeply thick root of his massive 18-centimeter BWC, Y/N ruthlessly battered her pale, bouncy buttocks. SMACK! SQUELCH! SMACK! SQUELCH! Within less than thirty seconds, Dahyun’s perfectly immaculate, flawless porcelain skin was absolutely glowing with a vibrant, fiercely cherry-red flush. The physical punishment heavily forced fresh waves of massive, deeply intense heat directly into her swelling womb. With every brutal slap, Dahyun actively moaned incredibly loud, desperately helpless sounds right into Sana’s open mouth, utterly feeding the blonde idol's intense, bitter arousal.

The situation was aggressively, violently escalating toward absolute maximum threshold. Dahyun was entirely losing her mind. Her dark hair whipped wildly through the air as she totally abandoned all proper idol restraint, furiously riding his BWC as if her absolute existence solely depended on burying every single thick centimeter deep into her cervix.

Y/N knew she was right at the terrifying precipice. To push her entirely, permanently over the edge, he abandoned her narrow hips. He fiercely snaked his massively thick left hand completely around to her front. He perfectly located the heavily engorged, incredibly sensitive pink pearl thoroughly hidden between her swollen, fiercely dripping labia. He applied immense, brutal pressure, forcefully rubbing the slick, intensely stimulated clitoris rapidly in small, tight circles.

The combination of the monumental internal stretching of the 18-centimeters heavily battering her G-spot, the violent red-hot sting radiating across her brutally slapped cheeks, and the vicious, relentless external friction directly on her pearl absolutely shattered Dahyun completely into a million tiny pieces.

Dahyun totally ripped her mouth entirely away from Sana. She threw her head back into the air, her face completely contorted in a mask of absolute, paralyzing, overwhelming sheer ecstasy. Her inner, extremely tight vaginal walls clamped down on Y/N’s thick cock with the crushing force of a commercial vice grip.

And then, it happened. Something that had absolutely, unequivocally never happened to Dahyun in her twenty-seven years of life.

"AHH! OPPA! Y/N! NO! NO! I'M BURSTING! AHHH!" Dahyun shrieked loudly, her entire body locking completely rigid, violently trembling from head to toe.

A massive, profoundly terrifying geyser of incredibly hot, entirely clear liquid violently erupted straight from her wildly spasming, thoroughly demolished core. She literally squirted. Huge, violent, highly pressurized spurts of slick female ejaculation aggressively sprayed in an incredibly long, magnificent arc. The heavy fluid entirely drenched the air, loudly splattering and heavily splashing right across the dark leather sofa cushions, directly soaking completely through Y/N's dark Adidas tracksuit pants, and practically flooding the entire immediate area in a colossal pool of raw, intensely pungent female juices.

She continued to aggressively ride out the shuddering, massive orgasm, profusely hosing the entire sofa in huge, uncontrollable gushes of hot liquid while deeply sobbing into the cool air-conditioned air of the penthouse.

Nayeon’s jaw literally hit the absolute floor, thoroughly forgetting her cum-covered popcorn for a fraction of a second. She violently pointed at the unbelievable mess deeply cascading off the leather couch.

"Oh my God!" Nayeon completely wheezed, dissolving into absolute, unadulterated manic laughter. "Look at what he literally just did! Our Oppa entirely squeezed every single ounce of liquid straight out of the Tofu! She's literally bursting!"

Chaeyoung fell completely back onto the carpet, totally holding her stomach as she roared with entirely inappropriate laughter, completely pointing at the completely drained rapper sitting slumped on the bodyguard's lap.

"Well, obviously!" Chaeyoung practically screamed over the chaos. "The Tofu just got totally, completely squeezed! And now, the tofu absolutely needs its massive, hot marinade!"

Hearing Chaeyoung’s incredibly filthy, deeply hilarious cue, Y/N totally agreed. His own incredible, monumentally thick European cock was painfully, viciously throbbing against Dahyun’s insanely tight, intensely wet, deeply spasming internal walls. The sheer friction of her unprecedented squirt entirely pushed him straight to his breaking point.

"Take your marinade, Tofu!" Y/N roared loudly, his deep voice heavily echoing off the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He tightly grabbed Dahyun’s pale, sweat-slicked hips, completely anchoring her firmly against his lap, actively preventing her from escaping his absolute dominance. Deep inside her incredibly sensitive, actively twitching womb, the massive 18-centimeter helmet swelled to explosive proportions.

Y/N totally let loose. A deeply aggressive, unbelievably thick, immensely massive load of heavily potent, fiercely hot European semen completely blasted straight against Dahyun’s deeply bruised cervix. Wave after entirely punishing, violently heavy wave of thick, hot cream furiously flooded her profoundly tight Korean pussy. The volume was utterly terrifying. The sheer, immense heat of his highly potent seed totally pooled and instantly expanded deep inside her entirely overstimulated internal cavity, heavily over-saturating her delicate anatomy until thick, bright white drops of raw semen immediately began heavily leaking and bubbling directly out of her stretched, glistening entrance, running slickly down his thick dark shaft to mingle directly with the colossal puddle of her squirt on the leather sofa.

The intense internal creampie thoroughly triggered a second, absolutely massive aftershock orgasm deep inside Dahyun's ruined body. She entirely collapsed backward.

The utterly devastated, wildly panting rapper physically let her completely exhausted upper torso fall deeply back, heavily resting her spine directly against Y/N’s massively broad, rock-hard chest. Her long dark hair cascaded entirely over his thick shoulder. She sat completely slumped atop his still completely buried, heavily twitching 18-centimeter BWC.

Dahyun sluggishly twisted her neck backward. Her deeply glazed over, tear-stained, incredibly grateful dark eyes heavily met his completely uncompromising, sharply handsome gaze.

"Oh, my absolute God... thank you, Y/N... thank you so, so unbelievably much," Dahyun whimpered softly, a completely genuine, deeply euphoric smile stretching across her exhausted face.

She lifted her chin and pressed a profoundly passionate, immensely deep, thoroughly lingering kiss directly against his lips, tasting the heavy, metallic salt of her own fluids completely intermingled with his remaining arousal on his tongue.

Y/N broke the kiss slowly, but his strictly commanding, totally unforgiving aura entirely rushed straight back into the room. He grabbed Dahyun’s small chin firmly between his thick fingers.

"Do not misunderstand tonight," Y/N stated in a low, terrifyingly dark rumble, entirely raising his voice so that every single idol in the massive living room, particularly a highly observant Sana, completely heard his next words clearly. "Tonight was an absolute, one-time exception. A highly rare apology. Do not think for one single, solitary second that the rules have somehow changed in this dorm. Do not think that openly complaining, insubordination, or acting out will result in a 'reward' exactly like this ever again in the future. The weekly schedule remains the absolute, unquestionable, be-all and end-all of your existence. Am I completely, unequivocally understood?"

A deeply sober, entirely submissive silence completely blanketed the idols.

"Yes, Oppa," a beautiful, perfectly synchronized choir of completely obedient female voices echoed softly throughout the dim, terribly smelling living room.

Y/N deeply grunted his satisfaction. He firmly gripped Dahyun under her arms, effortlessly lifting the small, completely thoroughly creampied rapper entirely up off his cock. An incredibly messy, monumentally loud, disgusting squelch completely filled the air as the thick, heavy BWC entirely exited her thoroughly stuffed, completely dripping entrance. Y/N casually laid Dahyun completely sideways directly down onto the extremely wet, squirt-soaked leather sofa cushions, placing her exactly shoulder-to-shoulder with the heavily smiling, naked Mina.

Two completely satisfied, immensely bred idols were now happily lounging right on the sofa. Mina casually wiggling her pink ballet-socked feet, and Dahyun, still entirely encased in her huge gray sweatshirt but entirely bare beneath the waist, completely letting his thick, white seed openly leak heavily out of her completely gaping entrance right onto the ruined leather.

Y/N efficiently stuffed his heavy, completely soft but thoroughly semen-and-squirt coated European meat completely back into the thick dark cotton of his boxer briefs. He firmly pulled up the zipper of his black Adidas training pants, entirely adjusting his thoroughly soaked groin.

He stood up completely, his towering 188-centimeter frame actively casting a massive shadow entirely over the girls in the deeply polluted, blue-lit living room. On the thick velvet rug entirely lay the deeply tragic scene: the massive glass bowl entirely scraped practically clean of its highly disgusting, cum-and-caramel soaked kernels, and the completely ignored credits of the psychological movie finally fading out into total blackness on the huge TV screen.

Y/N checked his heavy tactical watch, his voice entirely returning to the absolute icy detachment of their professional bodyguard.

"The movie is entirely over. The scheduled time for my shift is up," Y/N completely commanded, glaring down at the utterly degenerate, hilariously chaotic mess completely coating his charges and the room itself. "You all better completely clean this unbelievable mess up—and clean it absolutely perfectly. Wipe down the couch immediately. My replacement detail is physically arriving at the dorm in exactly fifteen minutes, and he doesn't need to step entirely into a violently sticky puddle of Tofu. Let’s move, girls."