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.