Every thrust felt like it was reaching into the very center of my soul, hitting that one spot that made my entire body go numb with pleasure.
"Jo-Pil..." Ki-hoon rasped, his voice sounding heavy against my skin. "Jo-Pil..."
He didn’t stop calling my na, as if trying to get to read his eyes and understand the words he couldn’t speak.
You’re mine.
His grip on spoke so loudly that I couldn’t ignore it, even though I couldn’t think.
I’m yours.
I was a collection of nerves and gasps, responding to the way his body filled mine. I felt his cock hitting deep, deeper than I thought possible, my hips popping and shifting to take every bit of him.
It was overwhelming, it was greedy, and it was exactly what my leaking body had been begging for.
"Hngh—! Haa—! Ki-hoon."
My eyes grew hazy, swimming in pleasure. Jin-Yeok kissed again, as if trying to stop from screaming another man’s na while he patiently waited.
As Ki-hoon reached his final peak, his movents beca frantic, his heart hamring against mine so hard I couldn’t tell whose was whose.
"I’m cumming, Jo-Pil." He escaped over my skin.
"Ah... Do it."
And then, with a powerful groan and a final thrust, I felt the warm, heavy splash of his sen release inside , and I ca right along with him, my body shaking with a violent, beautiful tremor.
Ki-hoon held tight for a second longer, his eyes fixed on my trembling fra as the tension of the release lingered a little longer.
He panted softly, his face still flushed, and then he pulled out, falling back to sit on his but as he watched his sen trickle out of my hole slowly.
He swallowed.
It was more intense than he imagined.
I lay there, panting, my vision swimming with twinkling stars, thinking I could catch my breath for a mont, but the room was still thick with pheromones, and the air was still vibrating with tension from three others who were yet to get a taste of .
I turned and saw Seo-Jun standing up, his fingers already working on his belt, his eyes fixed on with a hunger that told I was going to have a really... Really long night.
"My turn," Seo-Jun said, his voice a low, dangerous promise over his smirk.
I swallowed hard, a small, tired smile touching my lips.
Despite how presumably tired I was, my body was still ready to take on so much more.
Seo-Jun lood over , moving with the slow, predatory grace of soone who had been forced to watch a feast from the sidelines and was now ready to tear into the main course.
His red eyes were dark, tracking the way my chest heaved and the way Ki-hoon’s ss was slicking my thighs.
He let out a short, mocking huff, his fingers finally dropping his belt to the floor with a heavy clink.
At this mont, I knew right away that the vibe of this whole ’mating’ mont was taking a turn, playing according to Seo-Jun’s tune.
"Look at you," Seo-Jun drawled, his voice vibrating with a jagged, hungry edge.
He reached out, grabbing my ankle and pulling toward the edge of the bed, away from everyone else, until my hips were right where he wanted them.
"Ah..." I exclaid, startled.
"You’re half-conscious, shaking like a leaf, and still practically begging for it. You’re a real piece of work, Jo-Pil." He said.
I tried to pull air into my lungs, my voice coming out as a broken rasp.
"Seo-Jun... please..."
"Please what, babe?" Seo-Jun smirked, but the sharp edge in his voice seed to dull slightly as his thumb brushed over my swollen lower lip. "Your body is such a traitor. A minute ago, you were crying about being scared, but the mont Ki-hoon touches you, you turn into this beautiful, hungry thing. Look at how you’re already twitching for ."
My face heated up, a different kind of flush than the heat-fever. He wasn’t lying. Even with the exhaustion weighing down my limbs, my hole was still pulsing, practically weeping with the need for the next wave.
"You like it, don’t you?" he whispered, his breath hot against my ear, his teasing tone slightly less biting. "Being shared. Being worshipped like this. Your body knows exactly where it belongs—pinned under us, taking everything we give you."
At the head of the bed, Jin-Yeok’s hand tightened slightly, a silent warning to Seo-Jun not to push the taunts too far, but I saw the way Jin-Yeok’s own gaze was fixed on my reaction.
They were all watching break, but this ti, it felt less like being broken down and more like being broken open.
"Now," Seo-Jun said, his voice dropping to a low hum as he slightly stroked his cock and positioned the throbbing tip to my entrance.
He looked into my dazed eyes, the fierce hunger in his red gaze warring with a strange, fleeting look of concern.
"Let’s see if you can handle this. Since you’re so eager, I’m going to make sure you rember exactly who’s stretching you out this ti."
He didn’t slam into like I expected. Instead, he entered with a heavy, steady pressure, filling slowly, inch by deliberate inch, making a squelching sound with every movent.
It was intense—different from Ki-hoon’s desperate rush—but it wasn’t aggressive.
It felt deliberate, possessive, and, despite his earlier words, careful. It was agonizingly slow, like he was trying to torture slowly.
"Ahh—! Seo-Jun!" I cried out, my head thumping back. He was thick, thicker than Ki-hoon, and every slow slide inside felt like a delicious kind of agony.
I saw what he was doing. Since he couldn’t outright go hard on , manifesting his sadistic tendency, he set a rhythmic, punishingly slow pace.
He didn’t hit deep, not yet, but he targeted the sensitive spot near my opening over and over, making my vision go hazy with pleasure.
He watched my face with a terrifying intensity, tracking every flinch, every gasp, every tear that escaped my lashes.
"That’s it, Jo-Pil," he murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle as he leaned down to kiss away the tears on the corner of my eye. "Take it all. Just like that."
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