Joon-ho sprawled on the sofa, sweat cooling on his skin, cock still thick and glistening, a monument to everything filthy and excessive that had just unfolded. Min-Kyung and Alina knelt before him, bodies messy—slick with cum, flushed, their hair tangled and faces streaked from the storm he'd unleashed inside them. Min-Kyung trembled, her legs barely holding her, but she still crawled closer, hungry for every scrap of attention. Alina's hands were cuffed behind her back, the metal biting red lines into her wrists; she leaned in too, eyes wide and wild, nipples swollen and sore, mouth glistening.

Both girls took his cock together, lips bumping as they fought for space, for praise, for the taste of him. Their tongues lapped at his shaft, sharing what dripped from his tip, kissing around his cockhead, suckling, swapping spit, moaning into each other's mouths and then back onto him. Min-Kyung nuzzled lower, licking him clean where his cum had splattered her friend's chest. Alina opened wide, taking him as deep as she could with her wrists bound, whimpering at every nudge and gag.

"Please, Daddy, let me clean you—don't stop, I want all of you," Min-Kyung begged, voice raw, lips slick with drool.

"Harder, deeper—please, use my mouth, ruin me, let me be your toy—" Alina panted, barely coherent, lost in her need.

Their faces, cheeks pressed together, were a portrait of filthy devotion and greedy rivalry. Their thighs pressed and parted, both girls unconsciously rocking against the edge of the couch, still needy, never satisfied. Joon-ho's hand gripped their hair, holding them in place, hips flexing as he let them compete for his approval, his cock, his next command.

He glanced up, heart hammering. Ha-eun stood in the pool of warm lamplight, hips cocked, watching them with a smile that said she was both amused and ravenous. She wore only a sliver of lace for panties, her breasts heavy and bared to the air, nipples taut, hair cascading over her shoulders. Her gaze glittered—possessive, hungry, already plotting what came next.

"Enough," she snapped, voice slicing through the moans and desperate pleas. "I've waited long enough—naughty girls need discipline, not rewards." She snapped her fingers, the sound sharp and absolute.

From the shadowed edge of the lounge, Su-bin appeared—her body a study in decadent exposure. Lacy lingerie hugged her frame, garter belt hugging her hips, open-nipple cups and crotchless panties showing off everything. Metal clips pinched her nipples and clit, an anal plug winking at each step. She walked tall in stilettos, black hair framing a cool, professional face. In her hands: a tray of toys—fresh cuffs, gags, blindfolds, vibrators, gleaming under the lights.

Ha-eun's smile sharpened. She looked over her shoulder at Joon-ho, her tone thick with promise. "You enjoy watching, don't you? Let's see how well your girls handle a little discipline."

Su-bin bowed her head, eyes downcast in deference. "Ready for your instructions, Madam."

Ha-eun nodded toward Min-Kyung and Alina, and Su-bin set to work. She took Min-Kyung's chin, making her look up through watery eyes, then fitted a new gag between her lips, strapping it tight. A blindfold followed, everything darkened. Min-Kyung whimpered, thighs shaking, but let herself be handled. Alina, still cuffed, got the same treatment—a blindfold slipped over her face, then a ball gag buckled in place, drool immediately leaking past her lips as she whined.

Su-bin knelt, spreading their knees, pushing a thick vibrator into Min-Kyung's slick, still-quivering cunt, then another into Alina, who gasped around her gag. With a remote in hand, Su-bin switched them both on, a low, threatening buzz filling the air.

"Let them learn, Su-bin. Entertain me. Discipline them—no mercy if they cum without permission," Ha-eun ordered, voice sharp.

Su-bin obeyed with methodical delight. She increased the vibration, then let it dip, keeping both girls on edge. She slapped their inner thighs, pinched their nipples, flicked at the metal clips, all while mocking their helpless moans. "Can't hold back, can you? Not so eager now, are you?" she whispered, her hands never gentle, always teasing or punishing.

Min-Kyung's body jerked with every pulse, her toes curling, hips bucking, a chorus of muffled, desperate sounds escaping her gag. Alina writhed beside her, breasts heaving, her whole body quivering as the vibrator pushed her to the edge, only to be denied over and over.

While the show unfolded, Ha-eun crossed the floor to Joon-ho. She didn't walk—she prowled, hips rolling, every movement calculated to draw the eye. She gripped his cock, fingers tight, possessive, and dragged him up from the sofa, not even pretending to care that Min-Kyung and Alina whimpered at his absence.

She leaned close, voice a throaty purr, lips brushing his ear. "Come, Joon-ho. You've made them beg, now I want to hear you make me beg." She pulled him along, cock first, her other hand trailing up his chest, nails digging lightly into his skin, leaving marks.

They passed through her bedroom door—a dark, lush space full of golden light and silk. Ha-eun kicked the door shut with her heel, turned, and caught Joon-ho's mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and claim. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her breasts pressed to his chest, her nipples brushing his skin. She shoved her panties down, kicking them away, then pulled him to the bed, dragging him on top of her.

She spread herself wide, arms and legs flung open, cunt glistening and needy. "Fuck me, Joon-ho. Make me feel alive—fill me, ruin me, don't you dare hold back. I want to feel you. I want to remember what it's like to be used, not worshipped."

Joon-ho needed no further invitation. He climbed between her thighs, guided his cock to her entrance, and slid inside, slow and deep. Ha-eun moaned, long and shuddering, her legs wrapping around his waist, nails raking down his back. She rolled her hips, grinding herself against him, eyes fluttering.

"That's it… god, I missed this. Harder, deeper. Show me what a real man can do. Make me scream, leave me shaking. Fuck me like you hate me, then fuck me like you love me—don't stop, don't ever stop—" Her voice cracked, breathless, wanton, utterly shameless.

Joon-ho fucked her in every way she wanted. First slow and teasing—drawing out every inch, making her beg and curse. Then faster, rougher, driving her into the mattress, every slap of his hips against her ass a challenge and a promise. She arched under him, mouth open, eyes wild, hands clutching at the sheets, then at his shoulders, then back to his hair.

He bent down, took a nipple between his teeth, biting and sucking until she yelped, her body arching. He moved to the other, sucking harder, fingers pinching her clit, making her curse. "That's it, don't you dare stop. Bite me, mark me, fuck me raw—make me pay for keeping you waiting. Make me pay for every second I made you watch."

They changed positions—her on all fours, Joon-ho behind, grabbing her hips, pounding her hard enough to make the headboard rattle. She screamed into the pillow, then flipped him over, straddling him, riding his cock, hair flying, tits bouncing as she ground down, her own hand between her legs rubbing her clit, begging for more.

"You make me feel like a fucking slut—don't stop, ruin me, fill me up, mark me so I can't forget—" she shouted, her voice rough, sweat dripping from her body, every muscle flexed and shaking.

Joon-ho's hands were everywhere—gripping her ass, slapping her, twisting her nipples, dragging her down to kiss him, to bite his lip. He watched her come undone, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a raw, shaking cry as she came, hard, cunt milking his cock, nails digging into his chest.

He didn't stop. He flipped her again, fucked her harder, his own orgasm building, his breath ragged. She grabbed his face, pulled him close, their mouths crashing together as he thrust deep one final time and came, filling her, groaning into her mouth.

After, they lay tangled and sticky, bodies knotted together in the heavy warmth of the sheets. Ha-eun stroked his chest, breathing hard, sweat cooling on her skin. "You're not done with me yet, are you?" she whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction and warning. "Because I'm nowhere near done with you."

In the lounge, Su-bin's discipline continued—Min-Kyung and Alina writhing on the carpet, both denied release, vibrators still buzzing, their bodies pushed to the edge and kept there by Su-bin's deft, merciless hands. She leaned in, whispered filthy promises and threats, fingers brushing their swollen clits, never letting them fall over the edge, leaving them both wild and desperate.

Ha-eun grinned into the darkness, her body throbbing with satisfaction and power, her mind already spinning on what the rest of the night could hold. And Joon-ho, exhausted and spent, lay beside her, knowing that whatever came next—he'd never get enough.

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