Eight Letters in English
The taller of the two, the black-haired slender woman, rested her head against my back and wrapped her arms around me from behind, reaching down to seize my cock.
Her hand, soft as if she had slathered it in cream, slipped through the gap of my jeans and pushed straight into my underwear without the slightest resistance from me.
"Ah… wait a second…"
Flustered, I twisted my body backward, trying to stop her.
But like a male lion whose balls had been clamped in a hyena’s jaws, my strength went limp beneath the weight of her desire.
Truthfully, the moment the two of them had followed me into the workshop, anticipation had already begun climbing from the soles of my feet. From that instant, the lewd possibility of what might happen with these two pretty slender women had taken root in a corner of my mind and claimed no small share of it.
No. I was lying to myself. I was making excuses for myself in this very moment.
Not “no small share.” I had been hoping that the “what if…” would actually come true.
Still, an approach this fast and this intense was completely beyond anything I had imagined.
They saw right through the meaningless little resistance I put up compared to the words I spoke.
The black-haired woman behind me kept fondling my cock while slowly turning my body toward the other woman.
The black ribbed dress she wore stood in sharp contrast to her blonde hair and traced every long line of her body with perfect clarity. The hem had been hiked up until it barely clung to her hips. In her hand she still held the black lace panties the two of them had been fighting over earlier.
Even after she had turned me to face the blonde, the black-haired woman never stopped lightly milking my penis back and forth like she was squeezing a dairy cow’s udder, pouring warm breath across my back.
"Is this… to your liking?"
As if answering the evaluation she had asked for, I let my eyes travel over the blonde standing in front of me.
Her features weren’t especially sharp, yet her small eyes, nose, and mouth sat prettily on a petite face. I hadn’t noticed it at first, but her nipples pushed faintly against the tight front of the dress. Compared to her small frame, her hips were dramatically wide; beneath the pure-white Venus mound lay a neat inverted triangle of pubic hair. And from under the hiked-up dress, the pretty wings of her labia peeked out just a little.
I tried to keep my face blank, to hide whatever emotion was in the gaze that swept over her…
But my will meant nothing. Blood rushed into the cock the black-haired woman was still stroking.
In that short span of time I felt my thing grow dramatically thicker.
The tall slender woman’s voice rose behind me.
"Holy shit… it’s way thicker. Thicker than I heard…"
The word “heard” snagged immediately in my mind.
Thicker than she heard? So they came after being introduced… Did Yebin introduce them to the man she slept with?
A brief flash of betrayal toward her from a week ago flickered through me. Right on its heels came a lewd thought about these women who stood so far outside social norms.
If they’re that dirty, doesn’t that mean I can do whatever I want with them, just like last week?
"Ah!"
I had no time to think further. The woman behind me stroked the thick pillar of my cock with her palm in light, rapid strokes.
Unlike last week, this time the moan that filled the workshop belonged to me.
The black-haired slender woman tilted her head slightly over my right shoulder and spoke toward the blonde in the dress.
"Chaewon, you want a look too?"
The blonde called Chaewon licked her dry lips and nodded without a word.
The black-haired woman still had her left arm around me and my cock in her right hand. The moment the skinny girl in front of us agreed, she released her left arm, yanked my underwear down to mid-thigh, and presented me to her.
I was a creature without resistance. My will didn’t even register with them.
The rubber waistband of my boxers slid past the head of my cock, and right in front of two women I had never met before, my dick sprang up like a springy rubber baton.
The innocent-looking blonde slender woman’s eyes changed the instant my cock was revealed. Expectation flooded her gaze along with a smile.
The tall black-haired woman also leaned around from behind to see with her own eyes the cock she had only felt until now.
As if entranced, the short blonde Chaewon walked right up to me, then sank down until her face was level with my cock. Because she sat without fixing her dress, her knees pointed toward the ceiling and the black pubic hair beneath her pale body came into even clearer view.
Chaewon never met my eyes. She simply stared at my cock with a face overflowing with anticipation. Her face hovered so close that her breath brushed the base of my shaft. She fixed her gaze on the especially thick front half of my cock and slowly turned her head left and right, unable to look away from its girth.
While the black-haired woman continued stroking me with the same soft motions even though I had grown so much larger, the blonde kneeling in front of me watched with eyes that glittered like stars. The pure-looking little woman’s gaze shone with pure filth.
"Ah… that tickles…"
I let the words spill out, completely unresisting under their hands.
Chaewon took hold of my cock, pressed her nose beneath my balls, and drew in a deep breath of my scent.
"It’s been so long since I smelled a man… I missed this."
She kept gripping the shaft while she sniffed me like a puppy, inhaling deeply again and again. The black-haired woman behind me watched the scene with me.
Then the blonde also laid the palm of her right hand under my cock as if cradling a plate and gently bounced it up and down, weighing it.
"Subin unnie… it’s so heavy…"
The black-haired woman nodded.
"So that’s why he’s a sex celebrity."
Tall Subin placed her hand over my left nipple through my clothes and whispered against my ear.
"We’ll take the fact that IiIiiiII is hard… as permission."
She playfully nipped my ear and continued.
"So, just like the promise we made… from this moment on you can’t throw us out or refuse us. Admit it."
They had decided my will for me.
Already, in front of two strangers, their fingers were slick with the precum I couldn’t hold back. I behaved like a sex slave chained between them. Invoking some agreement I knew nothing about, they branded me as a man who could no longer refuse them.
Yet even in that humiliating posture, one question refused to leave my head.
Is “IiIiiiII” the name of the person they’re looking for…? Is that the guy who gets to enjoy something this thrilling every time…?
I closed my eyes and let myself become their toy, upper body slightly bent in an awkward stance.
Black-haired Subin kept her grip on my cock and slowly sank down behind me. With her right hand still holding me, she used her left to push my upper body farther forward from above. Without a single manly show of resistance, I bent even lower.
"Ah… no…"
I couldn’t keep the protest inside when an unexpected tongue paid me a visit.
I felt Subin’s breath against my ass, and then her tongue touched my asshole. It was the first time in my life.
Maybe the angle was still wrong because I hadn’t bent far enough. She left her right hand where it was, planted her left higher on my waist, and shoved me down harder. Under the tall black-haired woman’s strength I ended up with my ass spread wide open in front of her. I was already soaked in sweat, but she didn’t care. Goosebumps raced over my skin as Subin—whose name I barely knew—licked my filthy hole.
With the three women who had visited Room 19 earlier today I had tried to keep a social, polite face and never once revealed their desires. But these last two strangers were dismantling me past my own lust into something that would get me socially crucified.
A man who couldn’t resist two women he had just met and simply offered his body… my strength was useless. No—from the start my strength had never intended to resist them.
At the same time, blonde Chaewon in front of me bent lower under my belly and took my cock into her mouth.
Ah…
The warm temperature inside her mouth made my whole body shudder. The stimulation was so intense I almost came on the spot. Her head moved slowly, the way someone eats something delicious after starving for it.
Behind me the black-haired woman spread my ass and licked while her hand helped push my cock deeper into the blonde’s mouth; they worked together. The slim blonde stuffed her small mouth full of me, turned her head this way and that, rolled saliva around inside, and frantically stimulated herself with her own hand.
Purely as sensation, it was something I had never experienced in my life. Shame and patheticness, and a far greater lewdness that buried both. I tilted my face to the ceiling and trembled finely, completely unmanly.
It’s too good…
And in the instant goosebumps covered my entire body, my eyes flew open as the realization about that name crashed over me.
IiIiiiII… I… eight? That’s my account!
I had been collapsing under the filthy stimulation, and the fact that the name they kept mentioning was my own account sent a fresh wave of goosebumps racing across my skin.
"Dude… even so, what the hell kind of account name is that?"
While I was typing on the computer keyboard, Myeonghun hyung set his coffee cup on the table, clicked his tongue, and gave me a look of pure pity.
"I know you’re a digital illiterate, a total computer noob, a machine idiot—"
"—but for a guy who wants to start a business, that shows zero effort."
I made an embarrassed face under his scolding.
"Hyung… this is… our family… the eight of us… including Mom and Dad… in order of height…"
Surprise flickered across hyung’s face and he immediately backed down.
"……So that’s why it looked half-assed yet still had a certain ring to it."
"Looking at it again, it’s intuitive and easy to remember. Actually pretty hip. Perfect."
He kept piling on the awkward praise and patted my back.
It was the final document right before the second presentation after our paperwork had passed at the Startup Support Center. Just as hyung said, I had always been hopeless with machines and completely unfamiliar with mobile and computers. Even opening a new social account different from the ones I already used felt surprisingly complicated. But the scoring rubric gave ten points for whether you actually ran a promotional channel by listing a business account on the documents and presentation, so I couldn’t skip it. Having an account and just putting it on the paperwork still earned points; having none meant zero.
So once again I leaned on Myeonghun hyung. We sat together and, with his help, agonized over a new account ID. I needed something that didn’t overlap with my existing accounts yet still expressed me somehow, but everything I tried was already taken. No matter how hard I wrung my blocked brain, too many collisions kept appearing. We hadn’t decided on a company name yet—we planned to register the business only after we passed—so I couldn’t use an unregistered business name either. I just needed a reasonably different account that still had some connection to me.
And after all that fretting, the account that finally came out was this:
IiIiiiII
The capital I’s were the taller members of our family—Dad, my oldest brother, me, and the youngest. The lowercase i’s were Mom and my sisters. It was simply the English letter I arranged in capital and lowercase according to height order.
Back then I didn’t even know people called this a barcode ID, and I certainly didn’t know it was used to stay anonymous. It was just the last-ditch ID I scraped up when everything else that might register had already been taken.
Myeonghun hyung asked a question.
"But if people ask about this ID, do you have to answer it like that?"
He couldn’t bring himself to call me pathetic to my face, so he carefully stayed on the safe side of the line.
"Capital I, lowercase i, capital I, lowercase i, lowercase i, lowercase i, lowercase i, capital I… wait, how many times did I just say it?"
Even he couldn’t count properly and got confused about how many times he had said it.
"Anyway, you have to say ‘I’ that many times."
"Hyung, can’t I just say it’s eight I’s?"
Surprise crossed his face again. Myeonghun hyung was getting flustered a lot today.
"…You’re… a genius?"
I already knew that even though it displayed that way, most accounts didn’t distinguish case. The problem was that I only learned later that different platforms had different case policies.
"IiIiiiII"—eight letters made only of the English letter I.
That was the name of my new account. Exactly as the women had recited in front of me: "I-eight."
"First day, so it’s pretty rough, huh?"
Kind-faced Uncle Geunho gave my drained back a light thump. I had been sitting beside the rebar and concrete for about five minutes, planning to get back to work. But I was still a little cowed from the work-site foreman’s scolding just moments earlier. Uncle Geunho and I had been lifting materials up together; because I was new and clumsy I couldn’t keep up with his pace, so the foreman had chewed me out. Just using strength wasn’t enough. The smaller guys had tricks I simply didn’t possess that day.
"No, sir. I’m just sorry I’m getting in your way and not being any help."
It was the truth. I wanted to do well, and I was getting paid a decent wage; failing to pull my weight didn’t sit right with my personality either.
Uncle Geunho sniffed once, probably from the dust.
"It’s fine. Whether you feel it or not, you’re already filling the role of another person."
Most of the guys who worked with their bodies weren’t great with words, but Uncle Geunho—former law student who never quite passed the bar—had an eloquence that stood out.
"If you really weren’t doing your part like you say, why would they put you on the job at all? I could just work twice as hard by myself."
"I’m human too. If they offered me double the daily wage I’d push through the pain and do it, right?"
That was fair. It was a reasonable question. The construction schedule wasn’t even that tight, so it might have been more efficient. All we had to do was keep materials moving up without getting in the way of the main work. So if Uncle Geunho simply stayed twice as long and covered both our shares, nothing would have gone wrong.
"Jinwoo, you just haven’t picked up the knack yet the way I have."
"And out in the world, sometimes it’s not that two is better than one—sometimes there are things that simply can’t be solved if it’s only one instead of two."
"Even if you’re not giving a hundred percent, there are things I can lift only because you’re here with me. So even if it doesn’t feel like enough to you, you’re already doing a necessary job."
Seeing that I still didn’t fully understand, Uncle Geunho stood right up and brushed the dust off his knees with his work gloves.
"You’re just too soft-hearted. Not like most kids these days."
Then he held out his hand. "Come on. Two more hours and we’re done. I’ll buy you a cold soju after."
Back then I didn’t know what those things were—the things that needed two people, the things that even double the effort of one person couldn’t accomplish. I never imagined the place where I would finally feel it would be a container room at a startup center.
Slender Chaewon, feverishly licking my cock, shoved my chest toward the table.
"Oppa. We’re bisexual. You know that, right?"
I had heard the word. Bisexual in Korean—people who sleep with women and men both.
"And oppa is the one extra piece that completes our roles."
Subin produced something in her hand.
"Other lesbians have always rejected us… but we just really love women, and we love men just as much…"
"People like us get shut out everywhere, so finding partners is insanely hard. It’s been so long—oppa needs to play the delicious living toy for us too."
It wasn’t obvious on the surface, but the filthier the situation became, the stronger both of them seemed to grow.
What Subin held was a choker I had made and left lying around—a spare I had crafted while making the harnesses for Adult Pink Pocket. Not just leather; it had a sexy design studded with metal spikes.
The black-haired woman fastened the choker around my neck. Then she slowly licked the back of my left ear. Blonde Chaewon clipped Subin’s chain to the choker—the same chain that had been hanging from the jeans Subin had worn in. She yanked the chain so my head was forced back. I toppled without strength. Every time they handled me roughly I felt my will and stamina being carved away in huge chunks.
The moment my fallen body hit the table, they began doing things that only two people could do—things that two people could do far more than twice as much as one.
They freely violated my larger body, letting Chaewon and Subin’s lust devour me however they pleased. And that was only the opening shot.
Today I was nothing more than an easy toy with a cock they both liked.