The Relationship He Created
“Ahh… it’s so hot… inside me… it’s too hot…! It feels like my whole body is melting.”
The sensation of Tae-seok’s semen flooding her deepest place.
That warmth spread through her, triggering yet another wave of pleasure.
Even after climaxing, Tae-seok’s cock did not shrink.
If anything, it felt even larger and harder than before.
He slowly withdrew his shaft from Eun-su’s pussy.
Then he turned his attention to the pussy waiting just below — Eun-jung’s.
Eun-su felt the movement.
She felt his cock, freshly pulled from her own body, sliding downward toward her sister.
“Sister… Tae-seok just pulled out of me.”
“Really? Did it feel good?”
“Yes… so much… but… it looks like he’s about to go inside you now.”
“For real? No way… Tae-seok has already come so many times…”
Eun-jung’s words trailed off before she could finish.
She already knew the truth.
From experience, she understood that his cock wouldn’t soften after just one or two releases.
“No… when he pulled out of me… it was still rock hard.”
At Eun-su’s answer, Eun-jung’s heart began to race.
She realized the situation she had only half-believed was actually happening.
No — it was already happening.
The scorching hot glans was already prying apart her folds.
Eun-jung swallowed hard at the sensation.
The thick head was rubbing between her labia, teasing her entrance.
She closed her eyes.
Every ounce of her focus converged on that single point of contact.
“Haaang~♡ It’s true… it really is… Tae-seok is coming inside me again.”
Her voice spilled out mixed with a moan.
He pushed the head in just a little.
It entered.
Only a fraction.
Eun-jung’s pussy welcomed him eagerly, tightening around the intrusion.
In that instant, she realized it.
Her body had changed — it could no longer be satisfied by one or two orgasms with him.
“Tae-seok… more… put in more… please…”
The moment her plea left her lips, Tae-seok thrust his hips forward. In one powerful stroke. All the way to the hilt.
Eun-su’s pussy, now empty after his cock had left it, felt hollow.
The place that had been so completely filled by him just moments ago now felt achingly vacant.
And from within that emptiness, his hot semen continued to leak out.
Into that lonely space, Tae-seok slid his fingers.
Eun-su’s body tensed once more.
“Haa… Tae-seok… right there… that’s the spot…”
Eun-su’s voice came alive again.
Tae-seok moved both places at once.
His cock pistoned into Eun-jung’s pussy while his fingers stirred inside Eun-su’s.
The moans of the two women blended together into one.
None of the three had ever done a threesome before, but they all understood one thing clearly.
This relationship wasn’t going to end tonight.
Morning light seeped through the curtains.
Sunbeams slipping past the thin fabric cast a faint glow across the bed.
The room still held the lingering warmth of the night.
A thick, sticky scent of sweat, semen, and love juices hung in the air.
Tae-seok slowly opened his eyes.
His eyelids felt heavy.
He couldn’t remember how many hours he had slept.
Memories of his fierce movements from the night before surfaced, yet strangely, his body felt no fatigue at all.
If anything, he felt refreshed.
On his left arm lay Eun-jung.
She had buried her face in his chest, her arms wrapped tightly around his torso.
Her breasts pressed softly against his side — warm, supple, rising and falling gently with each breath.
And on his right was Eun-su.
She leaned her back against him, arms folded in front of her chest.
His right arm encircled her waist, palm resting just below her navel.
The legs of both women were tangled between his own.
Eun-jung’s left thigh rested atop his left leg, while Eun-su’s right calf was nestled between his right leg and thigh.
The three bodies were entwined as if they had become one.
Tae-seok stared up at the ceiling.
His lower abdomen ached.
The result of multiple ejaculations.
Yet his cock, perhaps stirred by the feel of their bodies, was once again swelling hard.
He had taken the two sisters in turns throughout the night, over and over, but strangely, he felt no guilt.
Instead, a solid, unshakable conviction had taken root inside him.
This… is something I created. And from now on, I will be the one who makes the rules.
The house was bustling with activity all day long.
A moving truck had parked in front of the building, followed by the constant sounds of cargo being loaded and unloaded, the dull thuds of boxes hitting the floor, and the steady rhythm of footsteps climbing up and down the stairs.
Eun-jung cracked open the living room window and peered outside.
Two women stood beside the truck.
One was short and petite.
She wore a white blouse and jeans, her shoulder-length hair swaying lightly.
Her small face was dominated by strikingly large, clear eyes.
The other woman was the complete opposite.
Tall, slightly plump, with neatly tied hair and glasses.
She was dressed in a t-shirt and jogger pants.
She held a sheet of paper in her hand, issuing instructions to the movers.
It was a little past five in the afternoon when the doorbell rang.
Ding-dong.
Eun-jung stood up and opened the front door.
The two women she had seen earlier stood there.
“Hello, ma’am. We’ve finished moving all our things.”
The petite woman greeted her first.
Her voice was gentle.
A natural smile spread easily across her lips.
“Come in. Have you eaten?”
“Not yet. We’re planning to finish organizing the last few boxes and then order something at home.”
The woman in comfortable clothes answered instead.
“Oh! Let me introduce you. This is probably a senior from the same university. He’s the student living in the rooftop room.”
Eun-jung immediately called toward the inside of the house.
“Tae-seok~ Come out for a second.”
At her words, Tae-seok slowly rose from where he had been leaning on the sofa.
“Hello. I’m Park Tae-seok, fourth-year Economics.”
“Ah… so you’re our senior. I’m Kim Su-yeon, Korean Literature.”
The petite woman spoke brightly.
“I’m… Park Ji-young, Diplomacy major.”
The woman with glasses added briefly.
Both were four years below him.
“I see. I live in the rooftop room.”
Tae-seok spoke dryly as his eyes swept over them once.
“If we run into each other from now on, let’s at least greet one another.”
“Yes… senior.”
The two women nodded at the same time.
It was after the peak hours at the fitness club had passed and the space was beginning to empty out.
The clanging of machines and the sound of heavy breathing had quieted considerably.
That was when the entrance became slightly noisy again.
Do-hyun had arrived, leading his YouTube filming crew.
One man carrying a camera bag, one woman holding a foldable lighting stand, and another staff member with a laptop backpack slung over his shoulder.
It was a small, well-practiced team.
“Over there. Not straight at the mirror — angle it slightly to the side. Where the light falls softly.”
At Do-hyun’s command, the staff naturally dispersed.
Tripods were unfolded, cameras mounted.
Lighting stands were set up, diffusion filters attached.
Eun-su watched the scene from a short distance away.
Once the preparations were completed with practiced efficiency, Do-hyun approached her.
“Noona… mentioning you briefly might help, but I think having you actually appear on camera would get a much better reaction… what do you think?”
At Do-hyun’s words, Eun-su’s hands paused for a moment.
“Me?”
“Yes. Your looks right now, noona… they’ve gotten insanely hot. The response is going to be crazy…”
Do-hyun continued.
Eun-su stood there without answering.
All sorts of thoughts raced through her mind.
Revealing her face was quite a burden for her.
As if reading her hesitation, Do-hyun added,
“The fame from showing your face… it’s only temporary. You’ll be compensated with money that makes it worth it.”
Eun-su remained silent for a moment.
Then she slowly nodded.
“…Alright. Let’s try it once.”
Do-hyun meticulously adjusted the camera angle.
Height, distance, lighting.
The lens quietly opened toward her.
Eun-su stood in front of the squat rack and placed the barbell across her shoulders.
She steadied her breathing as usual and slowly assumed the proper form.
Do-hyun raised a finger from behind the camera. The signal to begin.
Eun-su lowered her body.
Her knees bent, hips pushed back.
Every time she descended, her leggings clung even more clearly to the curve of her ass.
The camera lens followed the movement.
From top to bottom. Slowly.
Do-hyun subtly twisted his wrist, tilting the camera toward her waist.
When she rose, the tension in her back muscles was captured perfectly.
“Good, noona. From that position, just lean forward a little more…”
Do-hyun’s voice flowed out with satisfaction.
Eun-su lifted her head and looked at herself in the mirror.
Her face was slightly flushed.
Whether from the workout or the camera, she wasn’t sure.
Do-hyun lowered the camera even more.
He changed angles, openly filming the lines of her body.
“Okay, now… noona, look at the camera and give a little smile.”
When Do-hyun spoke, she turned her gaze to the lens.
Her face faintly reflected in the dark glass.
A natural, unforced smile.
In that instant, the atmosphere on screen completely transformed.
Do-hyun’s hand froze.
He captured the moment without missing a beat.
“Perfect. Noona… you really take to the screen well.”
Do-hyun said as he turned off the camera.
Eun-su set the barbell down, caught her breath, and picked up her water bottle.
“Good work, noona.”
Satisfaction colored Do-hyun’s voice.
He nodded while reviewing the footage on the camera.
“Once I edit and upload this, the reactions will come in fast.”
Eun-su drank water instead of answering.
After three hours of filming, when the staff were cleaning up, Do-hyun approached her from behind.
“Noona… you worked really hard today.”
His voice was gentle.
But beneath that gentleness, something sticky and viscous lurked.
“Yeah… you worked hard too. I’m counting on you.”
“Of course. I’ve received plenty from you too, noona… If I just pick a good thumbnail from today’s shoot, it’s going to blow up immediately.”
Eun-su gave a short laugh.
“Really? That’s a relief.”
“It’s not a relief…”
Do-hyun took one step closer.
“It’s all because you did so well.”
Do-hyun’s hand settled on Eun-su’s shoulder.
“What are you doing? The staff are still here…”
Do-hyun glanced behind him.
The staff were focused on the equipment and none of them were looking this way.
Perhaps because of that, his hand slid boldly from her shoulder to her back, then from her back down to her waist.
As if it were his own body — natural and familiar.
She slightly twisted away, trying to shake off his hand.
“What’s the big deal? No one thinks anything of this much skinship.”
“Still… our employees haven’t all left yet.”
Eun-su’s voice was low.
But there was no strength behind her words.
He didn’t remove his hand.
Instead, he slid it even lower, toward her ass.
He shamelessly savored the soft curve beneath the leggings and the firm elasticity against his palm.
“Today… want to spend some time together?”