Trap 1
Seohyun poked at her breakfast with bleary eyes. Living alone, Nayae relied on a meal delivery service for mornings. Once a week, an icebox arrived packed with vacuum-sealed, pre-prepped foods that just needed boiling or frying—easy stuff. Today's spread was tteokgalbi patties, braised burdock root, kimchi, and assorted side dishes. The knee-high table made eating a bit awkward, but sharing a meal side by side felt nice. Nayae had whipped it up for once, but even chewing thoroughly, it wouldn't go down.
She'd spent the night wide awake, her imagination running wild from Nayae's lewd show the evening before. Exhaustion had killed her appetite.
"Not hungry?"
"Nah, I never eat much in the morning anyway."
"True, modeling's your job. Kinda glamorous. Makes you seem all grown-up."
"It's not like that..."
The culprit behind her poor sleep fussed innocently, oblivious. This could happen again, Seohyun thought with a sigh. Her gaze drifted to Nayae's slender fingers working the chopsticks. Those same fingers stirring her lower mouth so eagerly. Even under the loose sweater, Nayae's full breasts asserted themselves. Seohyun pictured her twisting her own nipples yesterday, writhing in frustration.
"Kuhup! Cough! Cough!"
"You okay?! Here, water! Water!"
Lost in filthy thoughts, Seohyun choked. Nayae thrust a glass at her as she hacked like she was dying.
"I'm off! Keep an eye on the place today too."
Nayae dashed out with a cheerful wave, heading to the academy. Moments later, Seohyun slipped into the bathroom for a shower. She'd probably crash again soon, but Nayae's steamy masturbation session had left the room stuffy—sweat everywhere. Who'd have thought such a scorching event would hit on day two of living together? Good luck or what? Seohyun quit pondering. She'd hint around tonight, somehow. But how to bring it up without awkwardness? "Hey, your solo show last night was hot" was a no-go. Ask how she handles urges alone? With masturbation on the table, any phrasing felt too direct.
Before adjusting the water, Seohyun went to brush her teeth—and found the tube empty.
"Ugh!"
No amount of squeezing worked. Nothing's going right today. Tsking, she grabbed a new tube from the shelf. That's when her eyes inevitably locked on yesterday's monstrous dildo.
"Still huge even now."
If Nayae had that voracious a sex drive—masturbating with a friend right there—no ordinary toy would cut it. This one was just the obvious one; who knew what else lurked in corners. Not that she'd snoop—that'd be rude.
"Does it really go in without lube?"
She recalled the slick, obscene squelching from Nayae's soaked pants. If she was the type to gush, maybe it could swallow this beast. Seohyun glanced around the empty bathroom. The bizarre night had fired her up too—hell, unprecedented arousal. She was planning to rub one out in the shower anyway... Why not this? Wash it clean, dry it well, and Nayae wouldn't notice. She seemed to have forgotten it was even there.
"Hmm..."
Wasn't Nayae the real rule-breaker here? A little overstep couldn't hurt. No STDs since she'd never done it with anyone, and Nayae had used her as jerk-off fodder—so fair game? With clumsy self-justification done, her eyes caught something else: a laundry basket in the surprisingly spacious officetel bathroom. On top sat what looked like Nayae's panties from today.
As if pulled by invisible strings, Seohyun grabbed the dildo in one hand and lifted the flimsy fabric with the other.
"Whoa..."
Drenched like it'd been slathered in lube, it reeked intensely of Nayae. How careless could she be? It screamed temptation. Seohyun's heart suddenly pounded.
"She got this wet yesterday..."
Fresh from masturbating and crashing, the leaked juices still clung stickily, especially where the crotch met.
"I'm such a perv."
The mirror showed her gripping her friend's panties next to that massive dildo. A twinge of shame hit, but lust overpowered it. Last night, maybe she fantasized about me. Tonight, I'm fantasizing about her. Mental sex—fair trade?
Face flushing, Seohyun brought the panties to her nose. Sweet-tart like pineapple concentrate—maybe from all that fruit she ate.
"This is... Nayae's scent..."
She licked. No hygiene qualms; the clean, thick flavor flooded her mouth. Sticking the dildo to the wall, she showered it carefully. The heavy, limp silicone quivered under the spray. Bracing one hand on the sink, she awkwardly hiked her ass out.
Videos showed lesbians scissoring with double-ended dildos, their honey mixing into frothy cocktails—gorgeous.
"Like this, then..."
She rubbed the half-wet dildo's shaft with the panty's soaked gusset, coating it evenly. Nayae's juices would mix inside her now. Shocked by her own depravity—and the novelty—her hands finished the job anyway.
"Sorry, Nayae."
Clutching her racing heart, she apologized for hijacking the toy and using its owner's slick as lube. At 170cm and 49kg, her statue-smooth legs trembled as she teased the tip against her entrance. She was already soaked inside. But could it really fit? Doubting, she eased back.
The lukewarm silicone breached her.
"Hak...!!"
A slow, sucking schlurp as it pushed in. Glancing back mid-thrust, Seohyun froze in horror. She'd only fingered before—no clue what this felt like. Belly bloating with pressure, and it was only halfway. The rest might shatter her. Who in Korea packed this?
Steadying her breath, she pushed back. She imagined her glistening pussy mingling with Nayae's nectar.
"Agh...!!"
Her virgin-tight walls—never stretched—yielded to the invader, pleasure exploding like fanfare. A guttural moan hacked out like a cough.
"Na... Nayae... ❤"
Like first bite of fried chicken: a new world's bliss. Snapping from the sensation, she realized she'd moaned Nayae's name. Her fantasy had always been Yujin, her best friend—loved more than family. Since realizing she liked girls, she'd pined secretly, locking it in a heart-box, peeking alone. Pointless one-way love. Maybe she'd grown weary of it.
Giving without return meant nothing, especially with Yujin clueless. To Seohyun, love was futile pebbles filling a river. In learned helplessness, Nayae's budding connection shook her. Human hearts were treacherous. Three days with Nayae outshone fifteen years of unrequited ache—exhaustion, maybe. Nayae might accept her; no same-sex barrier.
"Hiiuuk... ❤"
The tip kissed her untouched womb. Like a cat in water, she shot up on tiptoes. Euphoria melted from uterus to ovaries. Nayae's slick reached deepest inside. The soft, scraping pressure jiggled sensitively with every twitch—silicone's gift. Mirror-her face was lewd, sparkling.
"Hauk... hauk... ahn... ❤"
Legs buckling, she gripped the sink and pressed Nayae's panties to her nose. Overwhelming body scent—love's honey. Screw perversion; drown in dense pleasure, savor now. White mind filled with Nayae: dildo-deep, ass-out in mirror-image. Plenty left for both. Slamming hips, the slick shaft danced fish-like in their juices. Nayae moaned her name sweetly, like last night.
"Th-this feels... so good... first time..."
Writhing long, Seohyun's toes curled stiff.
"Hiiit... haaaang... ❤"
Tidal pleasure crashed—her first Portio orgasm peak. Lingering, she kneaded the silicone inside. Collapsing, the massive plug let juices gush.
"Haa... what... is this..."
Stumbling up, she eyed the dildo. Best feeling ever. She'd have bought one ages ago. Dazed at the limp toy, she peeled it off—pop!—with effort. Stuck it to the tub floor. One taste was too good; late thief's delight.
"J-just... one more time."
Kneeling, ass twerked out, she impaled again. Hips rolling horse-like from videos.
"Hang... haang... ❤"
Her sultry echoes filled the steamy bathroom. That morning, Seohyun climaxed eight times total.