The Promise of Room One
The elevator doors slid open, and Eun-ha was there to greet me, showing off in a white sleeveless tee and black slacks.
She'd claimed she was on her period, so she must have deliberately thrown on those slightly baggy, long pants.
"What the hell happened?"
"Ah, well…"
"You fucking bastard! Over here, over here!"
I swung my head toward the voice spewing curses and found Hyojin parked in the counter chair, both legs kicked up on the desk, arrogantly smoking a cigarette.
"Hey, you fucking bitch."
The second I spotted Hyojin, the curses flew out of me on their own as I started walking over.
The bitch shot to her feet, strode right up, took a deep drag, and blew the smoke straight into my face.
"What? You gonna hit me?"
"Cough…"
I tried to answer and instead sucked the cigarette smoke clean down my throat, choking hard.
A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through my cock. I twisted my head and found Hyojin gripping that telephone-pole cock of mine, kneading it in her hand.
With Eun-ha watching, the bitch's sudden stunt sent my cock surging hard whether I wanted it or not.
"Pervert… heh."
The fucking bitch snatched the bag out of my hand, dumped it on the massive table beside the counter, then sprawled herself across the sofa.
Shit—I glanced at Eun-ha. Her face had already gone bright red, eyes locked on the telephone-pole cock straining to burst free, practically drooling for it.
"Let's just sit down for now."
"Yes… Oppa…"
Standing there like an idiot felt even more awkward, so I took Eun-ha's hand and led her over, settling across from Hyojin.
"Hey, why are you sitting there?"
Eun-ha tried to sit beside me, and that fucking Hyojin jabbed a finger at her and started bitching.
"I sit where I want, you fucking bitch."
"See? The way this oppa curses… I told you not to trust him. I didn't even tell you I jerked him off, did I?"
Eun-ha froze mid-sit, stood back up, and plopped down next to Hyojin instead.
Goddamn bitch… She wasn't just trying to get in the way—she was out to completely fuck this up.
That fucking Hyojin dug the snacks and soju out of the bag she'd stolen, cracked a bottle open, and poured a round into paper cups.
"Yep—this shit hits different~"
The bitch dumped the soju from her paper cup straight down her throat, then flipped the empty cup upside down over her head and shook it.
"Fucking bitch."
I lifted my paper cup toward Eun-ha. We clinked lightly, then I knocked mine back in one shot.
Eun-ha picked up the bottle and poured another round for each of us.
"You even brought cheese tteokbokki? That's what I told you to get when I jerked you off on Sunday."
"Every fucking sentence ends with 'when I jerked you off.' I get it, so shut up… you fucking bitch."
"Heh, it's fun though~ Today's free from Eun-ha, right?"
I raised my paper cup. The bitches raised theirs too, so we clinked lightly and poured it down.
I tore into the jerky I'd bought for snacks like I was ripping open Hyojin's pussy and shoved a piece into my mouth.
"You say something too~ You're gonna have to suck Oppa's cock in a bit."
Hyojin eyed Eun-ha, pushing her to unzip the mouth she'd clamped shut.
"Ah… well…"
Eun-ha scratched her head and ducked her face, looking embarrassed.
Earlier she'd been talking about wanting to give me service, you fucking bitch… She wasn't going to back out just because Hyojin was here, was she?
"But how the hell did this happen? Eun-ha wouldn't have said anything first… so why the fuck did you…"
"Heh… I told you, didn't I? I know her way better than you do… We've been friends since middle school… One look and I know exactly what she's thinking."
"I'm sorry, Oppa… hehe…"
"Nothing to be sorry for… I'm the idiot for underestimating her, fuck."
"You get it, pervert Oppa… You just gonna keep that thing standing?"
I followed Hyojin's pointing finger and saw the telephone-pole cock straining so hard it looked ready to punch through my shorts.
"You made it hard, you bitch… It's not something I can just switch off."
"Then Eun-ha better pull it out quick… Oppa's suffering, isn't he?"
"Ah… well… hehe…"
If the fucking bitch was going to push it this far, she might as well go all the way—the whole setup was already getting me off.
Instead of answering, Eun-ha grabbed the paper cup in front of her and knocked it back.
"What? Don't want to?"
"Hey, you touched it and made it like this… Why the fuck are you giving Eun-ha shit?"
"Oh~ Then I should just pull it out for you, huh?"
"What?"
Out of nowhere Hyojin's foot slid up onto the table and started rubbing against the telephone-pole cock.
"Kh…"
"Feels good, right? I did it just like this on Sunday too, Oppa~"
"Crazy bitch…"
I was cursing her out, but deep down I couldn't help wanting more.
"Hyojin… come on…"
"Look at this—his cock's getting even bigger! Fuck!"
"Kh…"
Eun-ha was watching while Hyojin gave me a footjob.
A strange rush of heat flooded my head, and pre-cum leaked from the telephone-pole cock, soaking into my underwear.
"Just say the word~ I got Oppa's cock hard, so should I jerk you off? Or does Eun-ha want to do it?"
Before I could even answer, Hyojin pulled her foot off my cock, shot to her feet, and yanked her T-shirt clean off.
"You've finally lost it… heh."
"Hyojin~"
The fucking bitch didn't bother answering. She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra in one motion, and kicked off her shorts too.
Hyojin's dazzling body, left in nothing but panties, scrambled my eyes.
Today her panties were black.
"It's just us here anyway, right~? We've already done everything—why act all shy now? You and Oppa strip too. Feels good~"
Hyojin sprawled back on the sofa, lifted a paper cup, and dumped the soju down her throat.
She still had panties on, but those beautifully jutting tits of hers made it impossible to look away.
My cock was already so hard it felt ready to explode, twitching on its own.
I thought about it for a second, then decided fuck it—whatever happens, happens. I stood up, peeled off my T-shirt, and dropped my shorts.
The cock thrashing like it meant to punch through my underwear was on full, shameless display for both bitches.
The footjob had already left a wet patch of pre-cum soaking through part of the fabric.
"Heh, look at that~"
Hyojin slapped Eun-ha's back, urging her to get a proper look at the horny Senior Night Manager bastard's cock.
Eun-ha hesitated, then slowly lifted her head and stared straight at the telephone-pole cock.
My eyes were locked on Hyojin's tits. Eun-ha's eyes were locked on the telephone-pole cock.
The whole counter atmosphere went scorching hot under the insane setup.
"You're done… Eun-ha's the one who has to do it."
I tore my eyes off Hyojin's tits, looked at Eun-ha, and showed off the telephone-pole cock.
Eun-ha's flushed eyes wavered as she stared at the twitching cock.
I gave her a slight smirk, threw her a look full of invitation, then settled back down and lit a cigarette.
"Fuck, when you were taking money to jerk me off was one thing!"
"Say it right… You were the one who offered to do it first, you bitch."
"Fuck off~ No—I already made you cum twice, didn't I? You wanted a third and it wasn't happening? Huh?"
Hyojin turned to Eun-ha and spoke.
"You strip too… You said you'd give him service, right? I want a proper look at that body of yours."
"Huh? Ah…"
Eun-ha had been staring at the massive telephone-pole cock thrashing like it was about to burst free. My words finally seemed to snap her back—she met my eyes with a flustered look.
She was hesitating over my order to strip.
"This is so fucking frustrating~ Hey, you embarrassed?"
Hyojin got up, strode over, and sat right beside me, pressing her body tight against mine.
Then she looked up at my face with a wicked little smile and slid her hand straight into my underwear.
"Fuck…"
"Feel good? You pervert?"
Hyojin grabbed the telephone-pole cock inside my underwear and stroked it.
Eun-ha watched, face burning red.
"You not gonna strip? Then you're not doing it, right? Oppa, want me to service you? For free?"
"Huh?"
The word free hit me and my whole mood shifted hard.
Eun-ha was still hesitating just to take her clothes off in front of me.
Hell, even if she did strip, there was no guarantee she'd actually go through with a proper service.
But fuck—I'd already gotten jerked off by Hyojin twice, and here she was offering a free handjob.
"I got Oppa's cock hard… You're fucking dying for it right now, aren't you? Huh? Take this off."
The fucking bitch moved the hand that had been gripping the telephone-pole cock and pulled it free.
"Whoa~ Fuck, it's way bigger than when I jerked you off!"
"Kh… Wait, you fucking bitch."
Eun-ha's face had gone so red she looked like she might drop dead any second.
I had no idea what the fuck this bitch was trying to pull, but my head was pounding with excitement.
Whatever came after could wait—right now I was going to enjoy the insane situation Hyojin had cooked up.
I shook off Hyojin's hand and slowly stood.
The telephone-pole cock thrashing like it was about to explode was on full, raw display for both bitches.
Then I looked at Eun-ha and slowly peeled off my underwear.
I put my completely bare body on display for both of them.
I drew a deep breath, reached down, grabbed the telephone-pole cock, and walked slowly toward Eun-ha.
When I reached her face I stopped, shoved the blood-flushed telephone-pole cock toward her, and rubbed it.
I hadn't even stroked it a few times before pre-cum started dripping steadily from the tip.
"Strip."
"Yes…?"
"You not gonna service me?"
"Ah, well…"
"You're staring at it right now too… This cock… pre-cum dripping all over, and I have to take care of it alone again? Or should I just get it from Hyojin?"
Right in front of Eun-ha's eyes, I shook my cock and let her watch the pre-cum run.
Half a step forward and the tip would touch her face, but I didn't rush it.
"Hey, you fucking bitch… Grab this and stroke it… Or suck it, whatever."
"Crazy bastard… heh…"
She said that, but Hyojin got up, came over to me, grabbed the telephone-pole cock, and stroked it while looking at Eun-ha.
Fucking Hyojin and I stood side by side, looking down at Eun-ha on the sofa, practically laughing at her.
Strip fast and stroke this cock yourself—or take service from Hyojin. That was the ultimatum.
"Mm… Oppa's desperate right now… Strip."
"…"
"Oppa, let's go to Room One… Looks like she's not servicing you today. What are you gonna do with this? If she won't, I will."
"You're okay with that?"
Eun-ha just kept staring at the telephone-pole cock without a word.
Hyojin held the telephone-pole cock in one hand and led the way, tugging it along as she started slowly down the hallway like she expected me to follow.
"I'll take them off…"
At Eun-ha's voice I shook off the hand dragging my cock and turned around. Still sitting, she was peeling off her T-shirt and tossing it aside.
Then she reached behind her back like she meant to unhook her bra, but it wouldn't come loose—she was grunting with the effort.
Cock still standing, I walked over to Eun-ha and undid the bra strap for her.
In that instant she lifted her head and brushed against the shaft of the telephone-pole cock. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot from my cock through my whole body.
"Ah…"
Whether she was flustered or just reacting to the feel of the telephone-pole cock, Eun-ha let out something like a moan and immediately ducked her head.
"Pants too. Stand up."
"Yes… Oppa…"
The bitch rose and slowly slid off her slacks, folding them neatly beside the sofa.
Eun-ha's beautiful body, left in nothing but panties, scrambled my eyes.
Tits big and firm enough to rival Dambi's finally came into view, and just looking at them you could tell how soft they'd be—fine little hairs looking downy and smooth.
Her thighs were thick as hell, just like I'd always known, but that was exactly the body type I liked, so no complaints.
I stroked my cock with one hand and stared steadily at Eun-ha.
"Nice body…"
"Yes…"
"Turn around for me? I want to see that ass too…"
Eun-ha shyly ducked her head a little and slowly turned her back to me.
I stepped in close, wrapped her up from behind, and pressed the thrashing telephone-pole cock right into the cleft of her panties.
"Mm…"
"Ah…"
"Heh… Fuck, are you two shooting a drama?"
Just as the mood was climbing, that fucking Hyojin cut in.
"Let's go. I want my service…"
"Yes…"
"Fuck, she was gonna do it all along… crazy bitch."
I took Eun-ha's hand and started toward Room One.
But Hyojin was following us.
"You fucking bitch, why are you tagging along?"
"What, you want me to fucking sit out here alone?"
"Go home. Or hang in the waiting room."
"I want to watch—can I come? If you don't like it, just say so."
Goddamn bitch… Wait. She meant she wanted to watch Eun-ha service me?
Fuck, that was insanely hot…
"Come in, then… heh."
"Oppa…"
"I knew it! You pervert—let's go!"
I led Eun-ha into Room One.
Hyojin followed right behind and shut the door.
"Still better to wash up clean first, right?"
"You wash, Oppa… heh… Eun-ha already showered."
"When?"
"She didn't tell you? This bitch is a ninth-dan at playing coy… She took forever showering in the waiting-room bathroom."
"You…"
I looked at Eun-ha and flexed the thrashing telephone-pole cock.
It bobbed upward and leaked pre-cum.
Eun-ha's breathing was already as ragged as it could get.
I waited a beat in case she might grab my cock, but there was no sign of it, so I headed for the shower.
I saw Hyojin step outside. Without caring, I squeezed a thick line of body wash into my hand and, looking at Eun-ha the whole time, lathered my cock, balls, and ass thoroughly before rinsing clean.
Eun-ha never took her eyes off the telephone-pole cock for a second.
I grabbed my cock, spread my legs a little, left the shower running, and stroked it toward Eun-ha while the water hit me.
"This is just the kind of bastard I am… If you don't want to do this anymore, you don't have to…"
I said something that had nothing to do with what I actually felt.
I already knew.
This fucking bitch wasn't leaving this room…
She was craving the telephone-pole cock.
"I don't know when it'll be… could be today… but I'm going to fuck that pussy of yours with this cock… Hyojin's too…"
"Oppa…"
I kept stroking my cock toward Eun-ha as I talked.
The fucking bitch was sprawled on the bed, watching everything I did.
You're never getting out of this room… heh…
"My girlfriend knows all of it… That's why we decided to date… I can fuck other women… but I don't give them my heart…"
"That's…"
"Disappointed? I've got no plans to date you… You know that too, right…? You want this cock, don't you? I want your pussy… That's all there is to it."
"… I… Oppa… your… c-cock…"
I shut off the shower, grabbed a towel, and came out still wet.
"Huh? Can't hear you. Cock what?"
"I want to do it with Oppa…"
"Do what?"
I dried off with the towel and stood right in front of Eun-ha.
"Sex…"
I took the telephone-pole cock and pressed it against her cheek.
The soft feel of her skin spread from the head of my cock through my whole body.
Just then the door to Room One opened and Hyojin walked in.
"Fucking bitch… Absolute pro at killing the mood…"
"Fuck, you're already doing it?"
"You want to have sex with me? I can fuck that pussy of yours with this?"
I took the shaft of the telephone-pole cock pressed to Eun-ha's cheek and rubbed it against her with my hand.
"…"
"Heh, she's not talking again."
"Right… Oppa's suffering here…"
"I'm sorry… Oppa…"
"It's fine… Just give me a cigarette, you fucking bitch."
Hyojin had cigarettes in her hand.
The bitch pulled out three, passed one to each of us, and lit up.
She lit Eun-ha's for her, but completely ignored me, so I leaned in and used her lit cigarette as a lighter for mine.
Then we each settled in on either side of Eun-ha and took deep drags, blowing out smoke.
"Goddamn bitch… Could've just stayed gone… I almost got to fuck her…"
"Fuck, now you're just gonna come out with it?"
"Heh… This is easier on me too… I'm sick of hiding shit… I told Eun-ha everything…"
"Told her what?"
"That I've got no plans to date Eun-ha… That I decided to go out with my joj-jib and not give my heart away… That I want to fuck you… heh."
"Fuck, that's the first I'm hearing of this."
"I wasn't about to tell a fucking bitch like you… No—you already know the rough idea, right? When I say I'm fucking all of them, did you think that meant I'm dating every last one? And I only told Eun-ha because it's Eun-ha… No feelings, just bodies. She said okay."
"For real? Crazy bitch!"
"Hehe…"
"You drop the coy act too, already… I've said everything I'm thinking, and you've told me what you really want… Let's be honest."
"What the fuck is her 'real want'? Fuck, what the hell did you two talk about while I went to get cigarettes?"
"Eun-ha, you say it… What you told me earlier."
"… That I want to have sex with Oppa…"
Eun-ha hesitated a moment, then lifted her head and, looking at Hyojin, said she wanted to mess around with me.
"You've lost it… Wow… This bitch is completely insane… You fucking bitch, do you even know what that means? It means he fucks you and throws you away!"
"Even when you talk you talk like shit… Fuck and throw away, my ass… I'm going to fuck her till the cum dries up, so mind your own business, you bitch."
"You're both crazy… heh, fuck."
"If you're done smoking, let's start… Hyojin can just sit there and watch… Or hell, you can suck my cock too…"
"Fuck off~ No—I already made you cum twice, didn't I? You're really doing this? Hey?"
I got up, brought over a paper cup, crushed out my cigarette in it, and passed it to Eun-ha.
Then I climbed onto the bed, lay back, spread my legs, and buried my head in the pillow.
I was the one getting serviced, so she could start from the back.
I couldn't see Eun-ha, but I heard the rustle of her getting up, the soft sounds filling the room.
A moment later, warm hands stroked both sides of my ass.
The bitch's hands slid from my ass down my legs, and then a chilling, cold sensation seeped into my back.
Aqua gel, by the feel of it.
"Oppa… I'm starting…"
"Yeah…"
"Crazy bitch… She's actually doing it…"
The words were barely out before something soft and plush pressed against my back.
Eun-ha's tits, so full they felt ready to burst, had finally touched my body.
Her ragged breathing rang clear in my ear.
With Hyojin watching, Eun-ha's service began.