Don't Come Until We Arrive
At the stroke of the man's hand over her thick mound, with nothing but a paper-thin dress between his palm and her, Hyerin twisted a little—but she did not pull away. If anything, she parted her legs a fraction without thinking. A moment later his fingers swept across the soft cloth.
"I did bring something."
From his inner pocket he drew a small rotor. The tiny toy had a slender cord at its tip, and the instant he gave that cord a light tug, it began to buzz.
"Come here. Time for your punishment."
With his hand still between her thighs, Sua took one step forward. He caught the strange, heated look in her eyes, let out a short laugh, and slid the hand holding the rotor up under her dress. He lifted the hem of her white dress just enough to bare her and slipped the vibrating toy into that secret cleft. The moment the cold machine, burrowing inside her panties, met hot, slick flesh, Sua's thighs jumped as if in a spasm.
Against the faint background of a low mmmm and the wet sound of her soaking through, Sua's body flinched and twitched.
"Hyerin. Who's waiting at the place right now?"
Hyerin pulled out her phone, checked her messages, and answered while she tried to steady her shaking legs.
"Hyunju and Jiin are waiting."
At that, the man smiled slowly. Then he turned to Sua and gave the order in a tone that had gone almost cold.
"Sua. You are not allowed to come until we get to the lodging. Understood? This is your punishment."
Still half out of her mind from the vibration between her legs, Sua bit down hard on her lip and nodded. Shame and excitement hit her at once—the fact that she, a bride-to-be, was carrying a filthy little toy inside her body, and in public no less.
He soon had Sua on one side and Hyerin on the other and caught a taxi in front of the bus terminal.
"Hyerin, same for you. You absolutely don't get to come until we arrive. Mm. For you, it's a game. Haha."
Feeling his warm, soft fingers push in between her petals, Hyerin nodded slowly, her face bright with pleasure.
The wet, sticky sounds never stopped, and the air in the taxi's back seat grew thick and hot. With the man in the middle, Sua sat pressed to his left and Hyerin to his right. Both women's skirts had already been shoved up past their thighs, leaving pale, defenseless bare skin on full display. Hyerin's panties were only tugged aside, her soaked pussy clamped tight around his fingers with no gap to spare, while a thin pink cord hung precariously out from beneath Sua's. Those panties, which hadn't even been pulled aside, were drenched through, as if someone had dipped them in water and wrung them out.
The man nipped lightly at Sua's ear and whispered.
"Don't forget you're being punished."
Tears spilled down Sua's cheeks as she nodded. Without realizing it, she spread her legs wider. The vibration drove in deeper.
With an easy hand he toyed with the rotor's switch between her thighs, flicking it like a plaything.
Whirrr—
A fine buzz traveled through the floor of the car.
"Hnn—!"
Sua bit her lip until it went white, but her thighs convulsed on their own and fell wide open. Every time the cold rotor struck her hottest place head-on, what was left of her reason was shoved to the edge of a cliff. Her hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, and the slick that welled up in gushes stained the taxi seat—but she was long past being able to care.
On the other side, Hyerin was already half gone. Whenever two of his fingers scraped along her inner walls and pushed in deep, she let out a hot breath and collapsed against his shoulder. She buried her face in his neck and shook her hips like she'd lost her mind. Each time those fingers slid out and drove back in—shook, shook—a sopping sound came from her pussy. The sticky friction filled the narrow taxi, but instead of shame she was drowned in pleasure, her eyes unfocused and slack.
"Miss, want me to turn the air up a little more?"
The driver, stealing glances at the strange scene in the back through the rearview mirror, cleared his throat and asked. He had clearly seen the man's fingers stirring inside Hyerin, and Sua's legs shaking. But when the man stared straight at him through that mirror, the driver turned his eyes away as if spellbound and shut his mouth.
As if his mood had soured, the man clicked the remote up another level.
"Ahh...!"
Sua folded forward and clamped her thighs tight. Her neatly kept nails were digging into her palms.
He whispered in her ear.
"Spread your legs. You're being punished."
Eyes brimming, Sua opened them again—only a little, barely. Her knees were trembling. The vibration pounded her womb even harder.
On the other side, Hyerin let out a small moan every time his fingers brushed her most sensitive spot. The taxi was full of the two women's breathing and the wet, squelching sounds between them.
Looking from one to the other, the man said gently,
"When we get to the lodging, let's play with Hyunju and Jiin too."
Sua and Hyerin nodded at the same time, frantically, neither waiting for the other. Sua's eyes were already glazed. Hyerin smiled and took his fingers deeper.
The driver glanced into the rearview once more, but the moment his eyes met the man's he jerked his head away.
The man leaned to one ear, then the other, and whispered in a low, sticky voice.
"Don't come even once before we arrive. Got it? Both of you."
But Sua's eyes had already rolled back. Her mouth hung open, a thread of spit slipping free. Every time the rotor seated in the deepest part of her pussy hammered her womb with a hard buzz, she clenched and spasmed violently, as if trying to spit the toy out—or swallow it—and slick poured out of her in heavy gushes.
Hyerin was at her limit too. Each time his fingers raked up along her inner walls, her hips jumped like a fish on a line. Even so she twisted wildly, trying to take those fingers deeper. Her pussy clung to his hand as if it meant to swallow it whole.
Checking the taxi's navigation and seeing they were nearly there, he turned the rotor up to its strongest setting. At the same time the fingers stirring inside Hyerin began to scrape her faster.
"Hnnnngh—! Kyaaaah!"
Sua's neck snapped back and a scream tore out of her like a death cry. Pleasure past her limit jolted her body as if she'd been shocked, and clear fluid burst from deep in her pussy like a fountain, spraying with enough force to soak the taxi's ceiling.
"Aaaah...! No...! I'm gonna come...!"
Hyerin broke as well. The pleasure of his fingers, so sharp it felt as if her womb were dropping, finally folded her at the waist. She clutched his shoulder as if she might bite it and shook from head to toe.
In an instant the taxi filled with the raw heat and damp smell the two women had poured out. The seats were soaked past any hope of saving.
Still lost in the afterglow and panting, they felt him take their earlobes in turn between his teeth. He whispered, low,
"I think I won."
Screech.
The taxi pulled into a luxury pension complex and stopped in front of the largest pension of them all. When the rear door opened, the two women managed to set foot on the ground only by hanging off the man's arms, slick still streaming from between their legs. The seat of the white dress and the skirt were both stained dark—dark enough that anyone could tell.
It was afternoon, and the pines planted at the pension's entrance threw long shadows. Hyunju and Jiin, having seen the taxi arrive, hurried out and opened the door. But the moment they saw Hyerin and Sua climb out, they stopped dead, as if their breath had been cut off.
Hyerin's soft chiffon skirt was wet from the waist down, and clear fluid dripped from between her pretty white legs. Sua was no better: her denim jacket had slipped halfway off, her dress was rucked up, and she was still twitching. Droplets of slick ran down the cord that trailed out of her pussy.
Both of them stood only by leaning on the arm of a man they had never seen before, eyes unfocused, a little spit shining at the corners of their mouths.
"The... the police...?"
Hyunju muttered it in a shaking voice. Jiin could only stare at them, face blank with shock.
The man settled Hyerin and Sua gently on the bench beside the pension, then turned toward the driver. As if he had been waiting for exactly that, the driver pressed a fat wad of cash into his hand, bowed a full ninety degrees, and drove off. The man counted the stack, then lifted a hand toward Hyunju and Jiin in greeting.
"Hey. So you're Hyunju and Jiin?"
When he came toward them with Hyerin and Sua propped against him, the two waved back, flustered. The distance was nothing; he was on them in a moment.
"Hey. I'm Hyerin's boyfriend. We got a little wet on the way. I should take her in and wash her."
As casually as anything, he closed Hyunju's hand around the pink remote dangling from between Sua's legs.
"Mind holding this? If it falls out, Sua won't like it."
Hyunju took the sticky, warm remote before she quite knew what she was doing. A strange smell rose off it, soaked as it was in slick, and a fine vibration traveled into her palm. In time with that buzz, Sua's thighs twitched again.
Without meaning to, Hyunju moved to support her. Sua's heated breath tickled her ear. And Hyunju... felt a faint heat gather between her own legs.
The man's gaze shifted to Jiin. With the hand not given over to Sua, he caught Jiin by the shoulder.
"Jiin, right? You look after Hyerin. She says her legs gave out because it felt too good."
The instant his hand touched her, a sharp thrill ran down Jiin's spine. She reached to brace Hyerin at the waist and saw the white traces that had run down Hyerin's thigh and dried there. Curiosity filled her eyes.
"Huh...? This..."
"Hm? Oh, that. That's mine."
He said it with an easy laugh. Without thinking, Jiin drew a finger along Hyerin's thigh. It wasn't fully dry; a faint stickiness came away on her fingertip. Before she knew it, she put the finger in her mouth. She felt herself growing a little wet between her legs as she looked into the man's eyes.
Once inside, the first thing he did was go to the floor-to-ceiling window opposite the entrance.
Clack.
The living-room window opened, and the salty smell of the sea slipped into a room that had been full of the air conditioner's chill. That smell soon tangled with the hot, raw scent pouring off the five of them and stirred a strange excitement. Breathing it in, the man took a moment to look at the blue East Sea spread out before him, then turned around.
On the living-room sofa, Hyunju fiddled with the buttons of the remote in her hand as if something had taken hold of her.
Whirr— whirr—
Every time her finger moved, Sua's thighs jumped beside her like a reflex. Clear fluid welled and spilled from between Sua's legs, soaking the clean fabric sofa in a dark stain.
The dining table was no calmer. Hyerin, breathing in heated gasps, had her face buried in the nape of Jiin's neck, and Jiin was exploring the white marks dried on Hyerin's thigh.
"It ran all the way down here...?"
Jiin's finger slid up along the still-tacky trace, deeper between her thighs. At last her fingertip touched petals that were wet through, and Hyerin jolted as if shocked, clutching Jiin's shoulder tight.
A sight that could not have been more perfect. The man smiled, pleased, and clapped once. His eyes had gone to the huge spa tub set in one corner of the living room.
"You're all so wet. Doesn't it feel gross?"
At his words, all four women looked at him at once.
"Shall we all take a bath? The water's already drawn."