Like the Day We First Met
The man strolled the lively night streets until a karaoke sign stopped him cold, its neon blazing in gaudy bursts. Some instinct told him something amusing was waiting. Without hesitating, he took the stairs down into the basement.
Inside, one room held three college girls mid-song. He smiled and slowly met the owner's eyes. The owner nodded, face gone blank, and shut the karaoke bar at an unhurried pace before hanging the closed sign. The soft click of it reached the man's ear. He shut his eyes as if savoring music, enjoyed the sound, then walked the hallway without hurry.
He stopped before the third room—the one he'd been aiming for—and listened.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Bass hammered through the door like a fist on the heart. He steadied his breath and turned the handle.
Click. Creeeak.
The door opened and the music that had packed the room rushed out at him. Three college women sat scattered across the sofa, lost in the song. The moment they saw the man come in, each of them froze.
The first to catch his eye was Jisu, legs crossed in the middle of the sofa.
She whipped her head around, and a glossy brown bob swung against her jaw. Beneath a flare skirt short enough to be dangerous, her white thighs showed. Because her legs were crossed, the hem had ridden up into the deep inner curve of her thigh, precarious as a slip—and she was too busy staring, eyes round, to think of tugging it down.
To her right sat Yuna.
She swept her long, straight black hair back with one hand—it fell all the way to her waist—and pushed silver-framed glasses up the bridge of her nose with a fingertip. The neatly buttoned shirt might as well have been a joke. Every time she turned, the tight cloth pulled taut and drew the hidden volume of her body in a blatant silhouette. Behind the cold lenses, her haughty eyes were full of fluster.
And Minseo, back against the sofa, sitting on the floor.
Her high ponytail swayed and bared the slim nape of her neck. One sneaker lace had come completely undone and dangled, and she didn't seem to know it; her comfortably stretched legs pointed toward the door. Rolled sleeves on an oversized hoodie, healthy legs extending from short pants—there was a strange lack of guard in the lines of her.
Three gazes landed at once on the uninvited man in the doorway.
"Wh... who are you?"
The confusion in their eyes was plain. He only smiled, easy, and looked deep into each pair in turn. As if to soothe them, he met their eyes one by one, still smiling, and spoke to the three of them slowly.
"What school do you go to? You three close?"
They answered.
"We go to Hanul Women's University, right out front. And we're classmates, so we're really close. Stuck together every day."
He nodded, unhurried.
"Yeah? Then let's get close too. How about it? Starting today. Very close."
The words had barely landed before Jisu and Yuna burst into giggles and pulled him by the arms from either side, seating him in the middle of the sofa. Yuna's full breasts and the soft give of Jisu's skin pressed against his forearms.
Minseo, still on the floor, tipped her head up at him. She rested her chin on his thigh as if it belonged there and smiled with her eyes in crescents.
"Oppa, sing this duet with me. I've been dying to do it with someone. Never had a guy I was close with, so I never got to, you know? Weird, though. I've got an oppa this close, so why couldn't I sing it all this time just because I didn't have a guy I was close with?"
He smiled and nodded.
"Yeah. Let's. And you two."
His gaze moved to Yuna and Jisu.
"A song gets boring without an event. Whichever of you thinks she's prettier strips the other. Of course the one doing the stripping has to strip too. Fair's fair. Time limit is when Minseo and I finish the song. If you haven't got it all off by then... it's a penalty."
He had hardly finished before Minseo, the girl with the ponytail, came over with two microphones and held one out to him. On the karaoke screen a sweet duet was already cued.
Like the Day We First Met
He took the mic and said, slowly,
"Ready?"
Minseo nodded, face already flushed. The first line was hers.
"The moment I saw you~ my heart stopped~"
Her voice shook. Not from nerves—from anticipation. What she was anticipating, she didn't quite know yet.
As she sang she unconsciously pressed her chest to his forearm and began to rub her ass, subtle, against the leather sofa. Somehow the song would come out better if she did.
His turn.
"Like the day you and I first met~"
While his sweet voice filled the room, a breathless game started below the sofa. Jisu and Yuna faced each other, eyes flashing. Jisu shot her hand up first, all confidence.
"Obviously I'm way prettier than Yuna! And my body's better too!"
"Excuse me? You're hilarious. Seriously!"
Yuna pouted, but she didn't hesitate. Her fingers went to the buttons of her shirt.
Slip.
In a flash she had flung off shirt and slacks and lunged at Jisu in her underwear.
"Got you! Hold still if you don't want the penalty!"
"Kyaa! Hey, you're actually stripping me? Wait!"
Jisu shrieked with laughter and leaned back, but she couldn't escape Yuna's hands. Yuna yanked the white blouse open, then undid the bra hook in one go. Jisu's face went red enough to burst, and still she didn't stop laughing.
Every time the karaoke room's gaudy mirror ball turned, flying clothes and bared white skin took turns showing themselves, pale and bright.
"When I look only at you, I'm happy~"
Minseo's song was climbing toward its peak, but her eyes kept flicking sideways.
By the time the second chorus arrived, Jisu was naked, not a thread left on her. Yuna had dragged Jisu's panties down to her ankles, then boldly thrown off the last of her own. From between her legs a clear fluid drew a thin string along the panties and caught the karaoke lights.
Only Minseo, still singing, remained.
"If we don't get you naked before the song ends, it's a penalty~"
Naked now, Yuna called it out like a game and came at Minseo. Minseo, mic in hand, burst out laughing.
"Ah, wait! The song isn't over ye—kyaa!"
Yuna's hands and Jisu's dove in at once, into the oversized hoodie and the short hot pants.
As the song drove into its last climax, Yuna yanked Minseo's hot pants down. What had been hugging her ass came shyly into view: cute bear-print panties that didn't match a look that haughty.
"Got them off before it ended!"
Jisu whooped.
And when the song ended, all three of them were naked.
A fanfare burst, and the screen lit up.
"Oppa, you sing so well."
Naked, Minseo leaned into him and murmured it, dazed. A red flush had risen in her face. He set the microphone on the table and stood, slowly.
"Better than I expected. No penalty. Instead... I think I owe you a very special prize."
"A prize? What prize?"
"I'll give you the honor of undressing me."
The words were hardly out before Jisu and Yuna rushed in as if it were a contest.
Three goddesses closed around him. Minseo's trembling hands drew his zipper down. Jisu peeled his sweatshirt up and off. Yuna pressed hot lips to the nape of his neck and slowly drew his underwear down.
Soon the karaoke room held only four perfectly naked bodies, nothing left to bind them.
"Shall we try a real song now?"
He lifted the microphone from the table again and called Jisu. She came to him, eyes full of expectation.
"Jisu. Lie on the sofa. Spread your legs wide so the audience can see."
He ordered the girl who had come close to lie back. She didn't hesitate for a second. She lay on the sofa with her legs spread wide toward him.
As if her body already knew what was coming, her shy pussy was spilling clear, glassy slick.
"Here. Watch. A really fun song's about to come out."
He lined his hot cock up with her soaked pussy and brought the microphone right beside it. The moment his thick presence forced its way into her narrow slit, a naked friction sound burst through the speakers.
Squelch. Squelch.
Every time his cock moved, that wet sound echoed through the karaoke room. The girls, whatever they found so funny, watched and cackled.
"You. Hold it so the sound doesn't leak. Don't miss a single note."
He handed the mic to Yuna and ordered her to keep it steady. Face red, she laughed and took it. Then, in his place, she set it where he and Jisu were joined.
Both hands free, he seized Jisu's waist and pushed in—slow, but deep.
The microphone in Yuna's hands sat exactly beneath the mouth of Jisu's pussy.
And every time his hips drove in deep—
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
A rhythm formed. A harmony formed.
The wet sound rang through the karaoke speakers, loud and clear.
"Come on. Listen. This is real music."
He kept burying his hot cock deep in Jisu's most secret place and smiled, wicked. She shook her head in shame, and he paid it no mind, gripping her pelvis hard. The sound of her soaked inner flesh swallowing his cock and spitting it back out filled the room.
"Oh my god, that's hilarious! Actual real sound!"
Minseo clutched her stomach and cackled.
"It's like a movie sound effect!"
Yuna laughed until she cried. Each time she did, the mic wobbled and tapped the rim of Jisu's pussy. Jisu's face went scarlet, but she didn't run. Whenever the cold metal grille touched hot skin she startled and flushed, and still she never fled.
If anything—
"Nngh... hey, stop... it's too loud...!"
—even as she said it, she pushed her ass back herself and made the sound bigger.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
He raised the pace little by little. The mic in Yuna's hand stayed right where it was.
"This is basically ASMR, isn't it?"
Minseo pulled out her phone and hit record.
"We have to save this and listen to it later, just us! Gotta preserve the sound of Jisu's pussy!"
Yuna glanced at Minseo recording, and a mischievous smile touched her mouth. She turned the mic slightly and brought it toward Jisu's clit.
Skrrt. Skrrt.
Jisu's body shuddered.
"Aaaah! That's too sensitive!"
And still she spread her legs wider. He drove into her once more, deeper. His thigh met her ass—
Thwack.
The sound was loud enough to warp the speaker.
"Waaaaah!"
Minseo and Yuna cheered and clapped. In the middle of that roar Jisu threw her head back and screamed.
"Nngh... I think I'm gonna come first...!"
Her waist bowed like a drawn bow, and from deep inside her a clear honey gushed out in a rush.
Squelch, squelch, thwack—one last long note—and Jisu's slick ran down the microphone in a strand and wet Yuna's hand. At the sight of hand and mic soaking through, Minseo and Yuna, whatever was so funny about it, burst out laughing again.
"Whoa, even the mic's wet!"
"Right? How much did she squirt? Hehe."
Their teasing rolled off Jisu. She only panted, still drowned in the afterglow. Satisfied, he smiled and slowly pulled out of her.
Then he took the microphone, soaked glossy with fluid, and brought it to Minseo's lips.
"Your turn. You hold it and sing yourself. You know how?"
He sank into the sofa like a king. Between his legs an angry pillar stood as if it meant to pierce the sky, veins standing clear.
The karaoke lights shifted from red to a sticky purple and turned, round and round. On the floor the slick the three girls had spilled, and their beads of sweat, glittered like jewels.
"Hehe, got it, oppa."
Minseo laughed once, then slowly climbed onto him. She let down the ponytail she'd been so fond of, braced both hands on her own knees, and lifted her ass high.
A thin thread of fluid fell from her mound and landed exactly on his cock.
She brought the microphone—still damp with Jisu's pussy—right up against her own secret entrance. Then, slowly, very slowly, she lowered her hips.
The feeling of him filling her.
"Hnnnngh..."
As if she were threading herself onto a spit, her narrow slit began to swallow his cock by force. An overwhelming fullness packed her belly.
She closed her eyes as if savoring it, and pressed the mic head flush to her pussy.
The metal grille grazed her sensitive little bud, and the instant it touched, Minseo flinched. He watched her and reached to the side.
He took in the sight at his leisure, arm extended. Jisu's breast, where she lay sprawled and catching her breath, filled his hand. Soft, warm. While he kneaded her nipple like a toy, Minseo found her real rhythm.
Every time her body came down her head snapped back and a moan broke out of her; every time she rose, his cock, smeared and gleaming with slick, flashed under the purple light.
And—
Skrrt.
The microphone caught even that fine, obscene friction of wet membrane, missing nothing.
Minseo swallowed a hot breath and pressed the lower mic closer still. Obscene bursts of sound rang through the karaoke room.
He had been watching with pleasure. Then, without warning, he snapped his hips and drove in to the root in a single stroke.
Thwaaaack—!
Thigh met thigh, and the speaker nearly blew.
Minseo's upper body whipped backward as if flung, but he locked a hard arm around her waist and held her there. With the other he brought the microphone he'd been using to her mouth.
"You've heard plenty of fun sounds. Now sing a real song."
His voice was low.
An oppa's request, impossible to refuse.
Minseo took the mic in a trembling hand, swallowed her panting breath, and began.
"I... love... you... nngh...! Forev... er... aaahn...!"
Somewhere along the way Jisu and Yuna were beside them, touching each other, watching.
Every line, every syllable, his hips drove up without mercy.
Squelch. Schlick. Thwack.
Minseo's wet, shaking voice and the slick friction the lower mic was catching overlapped perfectly. It was the most obscene duet in the world.
He stroked her waist and her breasts slowly, as if he were only listening.
And Minseo, seated on him, made harmony with two microphones.
She fought not to stop singing and shook her ass.
Deeper.
Harder.
Louder.
The mic was already drenched in what she'd spilled, slippery enough to slide.
By the time the chorus arrived, her voice had cracked completely.
"When I look... only at you... I... haaaaah—!"
On the last syllable he snapped his hips and stabbed up at his deepest.
Minseo's climax rang through the whole karaoke room. She lost the microphone and shuddered. Then she went limp across his body. It was the kind of peak that rolls the eyes back.
But he wasn't satisfied yet.
He laid the slack girl on the sofa and pressed the fallen mic back into her hand, between her spread legs.
"Not yet. Keep letting me hear you. I like it."
At I like it, Minseo cried and did her very best to bring the microphone to her pussy. Squelch, squelch.
Her moans, and the wet sound filling the room with them.
Against that backdrop he filled her completely once more.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
The song was already over. Only Minseo's sounds kept packing the karaoke room.
A little later, when even Minseo had gone quiet and sprawled, he turned his head.
In the corner Jisu lay spent, already past her peak, and Yuna was breathing hard, face flushed red. The lesbian play with Yuna must have been too much stimulation for Jisu.
Yuna seemed to feel that her turn had finally come. She looked at him and smiled, bright. She was still wearing her glasses.
The lenses had fogged milky with steam. Sweat-soaked black hair clung to the nape of her neck.
At his gesture she obediently gripped the back of the sofa and bent over. Her bared white ass trembled in small anticipation.
"Hm."
He crouched slowly behind her. Beneath that pale, faintly shaking ass, her pussy was pouring heat.
He rose behind her. He saw Yuna's hands tighten on the sofa.
A short laugh left him. In one hand he held the microphone, wet with the traces of all three; with the other he spread her ass.
If he was right, her pussy was already soaked through with clear slick.
He was. The entrance gaped just a little, wet enough that the inside showed. Those petals, spread wide, were only waiting for their owner to come in.
"Hm. Already flooded."
He set the mic just beneath her pussy.
Every time the tip brushed her clit, Yuna flinched.
"Nngh..."
He only set his cock at her entrance and rubbed, lightly. His shaft circled the cleft of her ass, the space between her thighs, the outside of her pussy, teasing and nothing more.
Skrrt. Skrrt.
The fine friction the mic caught burned her up with wanting.
She panted and pushed her ass back.
"Oppa, hurry... put it in..."
Even at her begging he only smiled and kept rubbing the edges. His glans went on tickling, gentle, between her ass and her thighs and her outer lips.
"Ah, oppa, please. We're really close, aren't we?"
Her voice was half a plea. He snorted a laugh, drew his hips back, and drove in to the root in one stroke.
She had been aching for it. Her pussy took his cock in an instant, without a single moment of resistance.
"Hahk!"
Her upper body lurched forward, and the glasses slid dangerously to the tip of her nose. He drew out slowly and thrust all the way in again.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
A rhythm formed.
Unlike the first two, Yuna's pussy was narrow and hot. She might have been the least beautiful of them, but inside she was the finest.
The inner walls bit his cock as if they were alive and refused to let go. It was as if her pussy were dancing on its own.
And the microphone missed none of it, sending every sound out through the karaoke speakers.
Squelch. Squelch. Thwack. Skrrt.
Yuna clenched her teeth and gripped the back of the sofa.
Somewhere they had found the strength again—Minseo and Jisu had their eyes open, listening to the mic.
"Yuna's the loudest!"
"First time I've seen her make sounds that dirty with her glasses on!"
Yuna flushed, and still she pushed her ass farther back and made the sound bigger.
He raised the speed little by little.
The mic stayed where it was, catching everything.
When he thrust his deepest at the last, her pussy clamped tight and she hit her peak.
"Aaaaaah...!"
Her body shuddered.
Her slick, mixed with his semen, dripped onto the microphone.
He pulled out slowly and brought the mic—smeared with his cum and the fluids of all three—to Yuna's mouth.
"Now feel your own sound directly."
Panting, she took the microphone. Then she slowly licked it where her own slick clung.
Minseo and Jisu—
"Whoa. Pervert..."
—laughed. Yuna went red.
Then, through her glasses, she gave a hazy smile and collapsed onto the sofa as if her strings had been cut.
Between the spread thighs of the three women lying strengthless on the sofa, white semen seeped out as if blooming and soaked into the cushions.
"If we're this close, why didn't we have oppa's number?"
They asked it while roughly wiping the semen that ran pink between their legs, streaked with red blood. He only shrugged.
While the three saved his number in their phones, he said, voice soft,
"What's stranger to me is that today was the first time for three pretty girls like you."
Maybe being called pretty pleased them. All three laughed, bright as anything, a bright little shriek of delight.
He waited until they had wiped away the blood and the semen and put all their clothes back on. Then he kissed each of the three, slowly, and stepped out of the karaoke room.
Outside, the night sky was endlessly black and deep. He looked up for a moment, then walked on.