K&J
Hye-rim lay on the opposite bed, spreading her legs wide and parting her folds as she turned her head toward him.
Her pussy looked immaculate. Traces of a recent waxing showed clearly, and her juices flowed so freely that the whole of her glistened.
I never thought a day like this would actually come.
Hye-yun was an ordinary woman—though her beauty edged slightly past even Hye-rim and Hyeon-jin—and every woman he had met until now had been ordinary as well.
But Go Hye-rim and Jeong Hyeon-jin were different. For years they had been the first love of countless Korean men and the idol of countless women.
And now one of those women had spread her pussy open. Juices ran freely while her outer lips fluttered.
His cock twitched violently, plastered hard against his stomach, veins rising in real time.
He could not hold back any longer.
As if entranced, he moved toward Hye-rim.
The moment he left the bed, Hyeon-jin scrambled into the empty space and lay down. Hye-yun was already there, pressing her own pussy to Hyeon-jin’s mouth and licking the other woman’s folds in turn.
Hyeon-jin’s legs were pinned by Hye-yun; she struggled, but it was useless.
When Hye-yun lowered her hips, Hyeon-jin’s pupils trembled.
Then her eyes met Hye-rim’s.
Do they feel like they’re NTR-ing each other?
What did it feel like for two lesbians to lie side by side while each was taken by someone else? He wondered for a moment, then gave up; he could not even begin to imagine it.
“Haaang—Hye-yun, th-there—”
“Hye-yun is the most senior for the next hour. Hyeon-jin, use honorifics and lick her back.”
“Haaang… yes.”
Slurp, slurp.
Hyeon-jin had no choice. She extended her tongue toward the approaching pussy. This was clearly not the first or second time she had eaten a woman; within moments she had Hye-yun moaning, and then she began licking in earnest.
“Aaaang—”
The two women pushed their tongues into each other. The instant Hyeon-jin’s cry broke free, Hye-rim turned her head back toward Ian, her expression complicated.
He climbed between her thighs, knelt, and swept one palm slowly up the length of her pussy.
This was the pussy he had violated hundreds—thousands—of times in his imagination. His hand trembled the way it had the first time with Hye-yun.
Just as he had pictured: bare, white, perfectly clean. Only smaller and more delicate than expected, the shape a little different.
“Ang—”
“You’re soaked, Hye-rim. No foreplay needed. Did you get a wax?”
“Mm… we hate hair getting stuck between our teeth… so…”
She mixed formal and casual speech; a flush climbed from her neck until it colored her entire face.
He chuckled, licked his palm once, then stroked the whole mound again, soft and thorough. The slickness coating his hand was hers—Hye-rim’s juices.
He held the glistening palm up for her to see. Her face burned even hotter.
“Th-that’s…”
“That’s an order. Be honest. You got wet looking at my cock, didn’t you?”
“…Yes.”
She had gone scarlet, the exact shade of the back of a flower card. The fraudulent power of Chaehyang.
It maximized favorability; from here it would slide straight into affection. He did not know the exact mechanics, but he knew the result.
He smiled again, raised the wet hand, and licked it clean. Colorless, odorless, yet somehow obscenely delicious. Addictive.
Hmm. No smell, nothing off.
He had worried about STDs or worse, but taste and scent gave no warning.
He closed the last distance and gripped her thighs.
“Hye-rim, take my cock and line it up with your entrance.”
“Yes.”
She released her own folds, wrapped her fingers around him—and froze in shock.
After a beat she guided the head into place and let go.
Thirty-three centimeters of unbelievable bulk.
Held by a top Korean star, the already fully erect cock twitched so hard it was almost unmanageable. Extreme arousal.
Electric pleasure raced up his spine.
“Hang—”
Hye-rim stared down at her own pussy, eyes trembling, as if frightened by how intensely she was feeling it.
“Hye-rim, how much experience with men?”
“…None.”
Unexpected.
Joy flooded him so hard the corners of his mouth refused to stay still.
Holy shit—this national treasure… twenty-six years old and never been with a man?
“Then how many women besides Hyeon-jin?”
“How did you…? One.”
One, huh.
The whole country already guessed they were dating; looking at their faces right now, only an idiot would miss it.
He could only snort at their surprise.
Had they really thought no one knew?
“Who?”
“Senior Kwon Min-jeong.”
“Min-jeong unnie?”
Hyeon-jin’s startled voice came from the side.
Hye-yun’s glistening mouth fell open as she stared at Hye-rim.
Kwon Min-jeong.
Born in ’70, another former child actress. Popular since the mid-to-late eighties.
“Hyeon-jin, you? Experience with men?”
“…I’ve never even dated.”
He asked while looking at Hyeon-jin, still pinned beneath Hye-yun and staring this way.
Hye-rim looked relieved.
Apparently the two of them had never dared ask each other even this much.
“Any women besides Hye-rim?”
“Hye-rim was my first.”
Insane.
He no longer bothered hiding the smile tugging at his lips.
He had not even hoped for their virginities, yet here they were—true virgins.
“Aaa—”
Hye-rim’s soft sigh of relief.
“Both of you still have your hymens?”
“We do. Both of us…”
His cock pulsed hard.
Apparently neither of them had ever used a penis band roughly.
Even better. A virgin with an intact hymen felt completely different from one without.
“Haaang—”
The head was already catching at her entrance, teasing it; Hye-rim twisted her body.
“Hye-rim, when did the two of you start dating?”
“We started liking each other three years ago, when we filmed a movie together.”
“Mureungdo?”
“Yes.”
Mureungdo
A story about a group of people stranded on an island.
Hyeon-jin had played a spoiled high-school brat who kept a flower garden inside her head even in the worst situations, only to sink slowly into despair.
Hye-rim had been a physical-education major, a tomboy who protected the other women and stood toe-to-toe with the men.
In that film Hyeon-jin had grown more and more dependent on Hye-rim, more and more submissive, until the final kiss scenes all but confirmed they became a couple.
The public already suspected their relationship precisely because the two of them had starred together in two lesbian-themed movies at once.
“So you started dating after Twisted Love?”
“Yes.”
Hye-rim nodded, eyes already hazy.
“Hye-rim, you never used strap-ons or anything?”
He asked out of genuine curiosity. Looking at the shape of her pussy, it did not look like something that had been penetrated often.
And with the hymens still intact, they clearly had not used toys like that.
“No.”
“Why not? Most lesbians do, don’t they?”
“Well… plastic never felt good, and we liked the feeling of bare skin against bare skin…”
Even as she spoke, Hye-rim looked startled.
An expression that said this isn’t right.
Why am I telling him this?
He chuckled and rewarded the honest answer by stroking her clit.
“Haaang—”
Her whole body writhed.
“Good girl. Hye-rim’s answering honestly because she wants a reward.”
“Th-that’s… yes.”
She lifted her head as if to protest, then gave up.
The order to speak honestly was still in force.
She would start rationalizing her own behavior soon enough.
He pushed in.
“Aaaang!”
“Does it hurt?”
“N-no. It’s tight. Feels like I’m going to tear. But—aaaang!!! It’s incredible.”
Top star Go Hye-rim.
Even now she still traded first and second place on the entertainment rankings.
And he was taking her right this moment.
Hye-yun was beautiful too—actually more his personal type than Hye-rim.
But the halo of a top star made the excitement sharper.
The hard-to-find desk pad he had treasured as a kid—his cousin had stolen it, of course—but from childhood his favorites had always been Hye-rim and Hyeon-jin.
He lowered his upper body, kneaded both breasts, and kissed her.
She was skilled; her mouth opened at once and her tongue came out to meet his.
“Nice. Taking top star Go Hye-rim…”
“Hang— That’s embarrassing. Don’t say things like that.”
He pushed deeper.
Her pussy was still tense, stiff; the flood of juices had paused for a moment and the fit grew tighter.
He ignored it and kept pressing forward.
“Haaang… ah!”
The head caught on her hymen.
Feeling a real virgin barrier made his cock swell past what should have been possible.
“Can I break it?”
“Yes…”
She had been lying with her eyes closed; at the word “hymen” she lifted her head, looked down at where they were joined, and nodded.
“Ah!! Ah! Master…”
“Why are you so cute? Hyeon-jin, don’t stop licking. What are you doing?”
“Yes— slurp— ah!”
The wet sounds from the side had gone quiet; he prodded them back into action.
Obscene noises resumed at once.
Before long the head reached the end of her channel.
“Ah! M-Master… the end…”
“No. There’s still more. And call me Ian.”
“Yes. Ian-ssi.”
He forced the head deeper.
Something gave way and rose; Hye-rim’s entire body shuddered.
“Ah! Haaang! This is…”
“Feels good, right? Every woman goes crazy when you poke here.”
The head had lifted her womb and buried itself deep.
He began stimulating the cervix and the secret spots around it with the glans—Spinning.
His most reliable weapon, already routine. He rolled his hips while he worked.
“Ang!! Ah!! Ian-ssi… ah, it feels so good.”
“How about it—want to register the marriage with me? Hye-yun did it this morning. There’s a bigamy information-protection law, so we won’t have to sneak around like this.”
“Slurp— No! Hye-rim is mine—”
Hyeon-jin shouted, even abandoning the pussy she had been licking, mouth still shiny as she protested.
“Once you’re getting fucked too, you’ll change your mind. Quiet.”
“That’s… not……”
A scream from the side.
Hyeon-jin thrashed, trying to crawl over, but Hye-yun clamped the other woman’s head between her thighs.
“Yes… I’ll do it. So please… more of this…”
“Filthy little slut. Fine.”
Hye-rim’s eyes were already gone.
One hundred percent pain converted into pleasure.
A huge cock—an even huger one—had turned her into its slave in a single thrust.
“You… how— ang!”
“Lick. Your unnie’s the only one serving?”
“Yes… slurp—”
Hyeon-jin looked devastated, as if betrayed.
But Hye-yun’s caresses soon had her crying out again.
He drove in hard—thud!
Virginity or not, it no longer mattered.
His traits: women never take real damage; pain reduced, pleasure amplified.
Remembering those broken abilities, he slammed deeper.
Thud, thud, thud.
“Ah!! Ian-ssi— ah!! Ang!”
Her breasts bounced.
How many times had he jerked off thinking about those breasts?
Hyeon-jin had only one nude scene, in Twisted Love, but Hye-rim had several exposure films. He had never been able to buy the videos, yet he had always rented them just to see her body.
And now those breasts were bouncing for him.
Pleasure. Ecstasy.
Satisfaction.
When he straightened his back again, her arms flailed for somewhere to hold and finally settled on his thighs.
She tried to grip them, but the muscle made her hands slip.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud.
“Aaaang— ah—”
She shook her head and screamed.
Her breasts rose and fell; her eyes rolled back, unfocused.
Her pussy was adapting now, chewing on him, juices starting to lubricate properly.
“Feel good?”
“Yes!! I should have— ang!! done this sooner!!”
Slap.
A red handprint bloomed on Hye-rim’s breast.
She was spitting words with no filter, just like Go Sun.
Slap.
Both breasts now matched, flushed side by side.
“Ah!!”
“It only feels this good because it’s me. You’re mine now, so don’t think about anyone else.”
“Yes… honey…”
The way she relaxed at the word “mine” made him snort. He dropped the fake anger from his face as well.
He drove in hard again; the way her pussy clamped down was deeply satisfying.
Thud-thud-thud.
“Ah!! Honey— something’s weird. This is…”
She hit the peak; her belly arched high.
“Hyeon-jin, come here. Lie face-down next to Hye-rim.”
Still riding the climax, Hye-rim watched as Hyeon-jin stared blankly this way again.
A complicated expression.
Flushed face.
Open mouth.
Shiny lips.
She looked perfectly fuckable.
“…Yes.”
“Hye-yun, once I pull out, clean Hye-rim’s pussy.”
“Okay.”
He dragged the orgasm up through the still-trembling pussy and emptied himself deep inside her.
Spurt—
“Ah!! Honey— it’s hot. Baby-making— ang!!”
Squelch, squelch.
Confirming Acting Trait. Level 9 Acting Trait detected. Absorbing as experience points.
Level 10 → 11
Whoa—no wonder her acting was so good. She had the trait too. If I just keep eating actresses I can hit level 12 easy.
Still buried deep, he twisted his hips and stirred; her head fell back and her waist rose again.
Hyeon-jin had already crawled over and now lay face-down beside her, watching.
The perfect line of her back was on full display.
Until he finished coming, he savored the squeeze of his long-time ideal, his idol Hye-rim’s pussy. Fulfillment.
I just came inside Go Hye-rim’s pussy…
His cock still twitched.
He gripped the shaft—streaked with red blood—and simply shifted sideways.
“Hye-rim, you don’t mind a little blood, right?”
“Yes… but can I call you honey too…?”
“Sure. But do you prefer doggy or missionary?”
He had told her to lie face-down, yet she was also the object of his long unrequited crush, so he gave her the choice.
After a short hesitation she stayed on her stomach.
“Doggy. I heard it goes the deepest that way.”
It already went plenty deep either way… He snorted and took hold of her hips.
Her thoroughly soaked pussy gleamed.
Both women kept themselves perfectly bare and neat.
He split the valley with the head.
“Ah!! Honey…”
Hyeon-jin’s body trembled in fine shivers. Satisfying. Hye-rim and Hyeon-jin both becoming his—he was still half-stunned, half-convinced this had to be a dream.
Hye-rim’s cries floated over.
“Ang— unnie, that’s dirty—”
“Stay still.”
Hye-yun pressed her pussy down over Hye-rim’s face and licked the other woman’s folds clean of cum.
Slurp.
He pushed in.
“Ah!!”
Hyeon-jin’s pussy was already loosened enough that entry was smoother than with Hye-rim.
And the squeeze was something else. Not quite on Hyeon-ju’s level, but still considerable. Plenty of inner folds—borderline Myeong-gi grade.
If I’m lucky this might even raise my Vitality trait…
“I’m going to break your hymen. Okay?”
“Ah!! Yes…”
Overwhelming pleasure.
The mental satisfaction was off the charts. Two great actresses, and he had swallowed the whole couple in one go.
He grinned; his eyes met Hye-rim’s. She had been thrashing, but the moment their gazes locked she went blank and then smiled shyly.
He thrust.
“Haaaaang!!! So this is why!!!!”
“You’ll register the marriage today or tomorrow too, right?”
“Haaaaang!!! Yes… honey!!!”
The massive cock was clearly delivering enormous pain, yet Hyeon-jin’s immediate, overwhelming cries of pleasure sounded like an orchestra to him—deeply satisfying.
He felt her whole body shudder around the intrusion and asked about the marriage registration. She agreed at once.
Go Hye-rim and Jeong Hyeon-jin.
They would become his wives.
Even Hye-yun alone would have shocked his friends; if they ever learned top stars were his wives, they would lose their minds.
Not that he planned to announce it.
Confidence swelled. For a moment he pictured the faces of the bastards he still needed to take revenge on.
With the power that had just made Hye-rim and Hyeon-jin submit, he could turn every single pussy among their families into a slave. The calculation was certain.
I should expand the revenge list. The ones who just stood by and watched, too.
“Hwaaaaang—”