Stage Two, Round Four
---------- Kang Ji-won POV ----------
Juyeon's hands, which had been kneading my breasts with such devotion, now slid down my stomach like silk, brushing against my panties. My heart started pounding. Should I stop her right now? But whatever came next felt too tantalizing to resist—I just couldn't bring myself to push her hand away.
In the end, Juyeon's fingers slipped inside my panties. She eased one between the vertical slit of my flesh, probing as if she already knew every secret erogenous zone. The sensation was electric, overwhelming. It put my solo sessions to shame. Unable to hold back any longer, a moan escaped my lips.
"Ah... Uh..."
Realizing I was awake from my moan, Juyeon didn't falter. She continued caressing my most intimate folds, untouched by anyone else.
"Juyeon... Ah... No more... Hnng..."
Caught awake and knowing this was wrong, I opened my eyes and pleaded with her to stop.
"Ji-won, just enjoy it... Accept it... Be honest with what you're feeling right now..."
But Juyeon pressed closer, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered like she was brainwashing me. Her delicate touches on my pussy and her hot breath in my ear slowly broke me down.
Once I stopped resisting, her caresses intensified. She gathered her fingers against my clit, rubbing it rapidly up and down. Thoughts like girls shouldn't do this or how am I supposed to face Juyeon after this? vanished completely.
"Ahh... Hn... Ahh..."
I surrendered to her completely, moaning hotly every time her fingers stroked, licked, and sucked my every nook and cranny.
My crop top was already hiked up over my breasts, exposing them fully, and my panties dangled at my thighs. As Juyeon rubbed her palm against my pussy, she slowly tugged my panties down further.
I was basically naked already, my panties useless, but this felt like my last line of defense—the thing keeping me me. Grabbing them, I told her, "Juyeon... Stop now..."
But my resistance was feeble, and Juyeon was relentless. She pried my hand away, sliding the panties off past my ankles.
"Ji-won... Just give your body to me... I'll make you feel good..."
She stripped off my now-useless crop top too, then shed her own clothes, going fully nude. No longer limiting herself to hands, lips, and tongue, Juyeon used her entire body to ravish mine.
She climbed atop my prone form, our bodies pressing together—breasts squishing against breasts, skin fusing completely. Her lips grazed mine lightly, then pushed her soft ones between them.
Whether same-sex kisses counted as my first didn't matter—it was sweet beyond words. Her tongue swirled in my mouth, wrapping around mine in pure bliss. Instinctively, I tangled my tongue with hers.
Game, set, match. This was no longer one-sided. As she stroked, licked, and sucked my body, I explored hers in return. We ground our pressed-together breasts, nipples crossing teasingly. Our hands roamed each other's tits, kneading greedily.
When her hand slipped between my thighs to caress my pussy, mine did the same to hers.
"Uh... Hn... Ahh..."
"Ahh... Ahh... Ahha..."
Juyeon's pussy was already soaked. My touch made even more nectar flow. It was the familiar slickness I'd felt from my own masturbation countless times, but on her body—it thrilled me.
Juyeon lifted one of my thighs, wedging it between hers. Naturally, our pussies met. She began rocking her hips and ass, tribbing against me. Her soft pubic hair brushed my folds; her clit grazed mine.
"Aaah... Ahh... Hnng..."
"Aaaang... Ahh... Ahhang..."
The pleasure was so sharp that moans poured from my lips nonstop, mirrored by Juyeon's lewd cries. I started moving my hips too, pressing harder to feel more of her pussy against mine.
That day marked the start of my secret relationship with Juyeon. Once we crossed that line, the disgust was less than I'd feared. I'd never planned to date men anyway. And I wasn't about to live a life of celibacy. If no men and no virginity, the answer was right there. Part of me even thought it was for the best.
Still, penetration terrified me. Juyeon tried using a strap-on several times, but I never allowed it. A single finger was my limit. She didn't push too hard—in fact, she was considerate, careful not to tear my hymen. But she'd still thrust it deep to satisfy herself.
"Ji-won, what should we do for this group project?"
"What do you mean? Just do it like always, right?"
I didn't get Juyeon's question. Weren't we supposed to team up with our usual female friends?
"No, hear me out... What if we pull Yoo-min into our group?"
"What?"
As a lesbian, Juyeon saw men the same way I did—not as romantic prospects, so no deep ties. But unlike me, who loathed and avoided men, she got along with them as friends.
"Yoo-min's top of the class, right? We could use that boost. The girls we've done it with before were useless."
"True, but... just using him like that feels wrong..."
I hated men, sure, but exploiting and discarding them? That was exactly what I despised about them—treating women like disposable toys.
"Don't worry, Ji-won. You just sit back. I'll handle everything."
"...Fine."
I don't know how Juyeon convinced him, but Yoo-min joined our group. We aced the project.
From then on, every group assignment, it was me, Juyeon, and Yoo-min—and I always scored high thanks to him.
We were all in the same major and year; Yoo-min hadn't done military service, so he kept advancing with us. I'd ended up interacting with him repeatedly, against my intentions. But it wasn't uncomfortable—we were just classmates, no time spent together outside projects.
My first impression of Yoo-min was like any other guy: the type who chases pretty girls mindlessly. He'd agreed to Juyeon's request easily and slaved over the project alone like a fool—what else could I think?
Juyeon and I were among the hottest in the department, drawing plenty of guys eager to impress. Plenty would join our group and do all the work, just like Juyeon did with Yoo-min. Even if we contributed nothing.
In that context, I lumped Yoo-min in with them. But prolonged exposure changed my mind bit by bit.
For starters, he showed no special interest in us, just as we had none in him. He could've used the project as an excuse to hang out, but never did. Other guys forced "help" on me, then demanded meals or drinks in return, being a total nuisance.
To someone like me—who'd even experienced it from family like Dad and bro—Yoo-min felt refreshingly different. Gay? Maybe, but he'd had a girlfriend once, even if it ended badly. Antisocial loner? No, he was just too busy for people.
I'd barely spoken to him, but I gradually saw his warmth and consideration. It clicked during the projects. At first, I missed it, but Yoo-min's solo work always left traces of "group effort"—portions for us to present, perfectly portioned.
He could've bragged or demanded payback, but never did. Even I hadn't noticed at first. Juyeon just enjoyed the perks, but I grew sorry for him—and started seeing him anew.
Then one day, I was kidnapped to Paradise. The sky fell. What sin had I committed for this hell?
The facilities were abysmal, no freedom. The provided clothes—no underwear—were torture. Food was edible, at least. But without proper clothing or shelter, life was impossible.
Missions were worse. Fail, and penalties ranged from deprivation to death—no escape. And the content? Forced sex with men—the very thing I loathed.
Watching others' despairing missions crushed me. But I couldn't dodge mine either.
About two weeks in, my turn came. My first unwanted man-experience. Thank god it was familiar Yoo-min—not some thug or pig. Otherwise, I'd have bitten my tongue and ended it.
Yoo-min was a relief... except for that. His cock was monstrous—thicker and longer than the strap-on Juyeon once showed me.
Missions came once, twice, thrice... always with Yoo-min, mercifully. It hurt like hell at first. But repeated encounters with his massive tool brought adaptation.
Not just adaptation—I started feeling it. Pleasure beyond what Juyeon gave—shaking me to my core, like I'd shatter or die from ecstasy sweeping my body.
Little by little... I fell under Yoo-min's dominion. Body first, then heart...
---------- End Kang Ji-won POV ----------