Their Party

"Ding!!!"

The alarm rang out through the room once more.

Each time it sounded, it felt as though another ethical boundary within the room crumbled to dust.

"Move."

Yeon Jeong-ho's voice was now clipped, commanding.

The rules had already been established among everyone present.

The women now stood in nothing but their underwear, outer garments discarded.

Yeonwoo stared, transfixed, at the scene shared with him through Gyu-ri's senses.

Four stunning, beautiful female bodies.

Gyu-ri moved in a white lace bra and panties, the fabric already askew, her nipples and pubic hair peeking through.

Yu-ra's bra hooks were undone entirely, and she shifted while barely covering her large breasts with one hand.

It was a futile gesture—everyone had already seen her breasts—but she did it anyway.

The secretary and the lawyer wore simple black and beige underwear respectively, their faces flushed red with shame and tension.

They too rose silently and rotated one seat clockwise, each finding a new partner.

The men, now facing fresh women, skipped any formalities—no greetings, no offering of drinks.

The moment ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the women sat down, they immediately—

brazenly—explored their bodies.

They stripped away the remaining underwear,

and touched and ravaged every part of their bodies as though they were mere toys.

The women accepted this treatment as though it were perfectly natural.

Gyu-ri's new partner grabbed her waist, yanked her toward him, and pulled her panties down in one swift motion.

The fabric stretched as though it would tear, sliding all the way to her ankles in an instant.

Her pussy lay fully exposed for everyone to see.

"Ohhh~ Pretty, isn't it?"

He let out a mocking exclamation as he gazed at her pussy.

Gyu-ri instinctively tried to cover herself with her hand, but the man's grip brushed it aside without mercy.

Then, forcing her legs wide open, he began roughly rubbing her clitoris with his thumb.

"Haaah! Oppa... it's too rough..."

As she writhed, he only pressed harder.

Then he gathered two thick fingers and shoved them deep inside her pussy.

"Haaah—!!! Oh... Oppa!!! Like that... all of a sudden...!"

Gyu-ri writhed, her moans rising to the pitch of screams.

At another seat, actress Yu-ra lay face-down on a sofa cushion.

The man lifted her buttocks high and slapped them hard—*smack, smack*—leaving sharp red handprints across her white skin.

"So you're... the hot goddess of the moment, Han Yu-ra? These ass cheeks are to die for, huh? Hahaha!"

His laughter was cruel.

Yu-ra buried her face in the sofa, trembling, unable to do anything but endure.

The secretary was laid across the sofa with her arms pinned, while the man sucked her breasts with frenzied intensity.

"Look at these tits, girl. Wow~ Not surgical, are they?"

"Look at the shape. Obviously they're implants."

The lawyer was laid across the center table.

A man held her legs spread as wide as possible, while the other men, ravaging their own partners, cast their eyes toward her pussy.

"This girl... pretty here, isn't she?"

"Oh~ Looks delicious."

"We'll see... once we taste it..."

"Her breasts are definitely natural."

Each woman's body had already been exposed, claimed, and reduced to the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠subject of casual banter by multiple men's hands and eyes.

"Ding!!!"

Another alarm.

Now the women, completely naked with not a single thread left on them, returned to their original partners' arms.

It was a strange kind of "reunion."

They returned to their original partners in bodies that had already been pushed to extreme arousal by strangers' hands—or had simply given up entirely.

The men, having already explored other women's bodies, were likewise fully aroused.

Highly aroused men and women, reunited with familiar partners, naturally descended into sex.

Within a single space, four couples joined together, each in their own way.

On the sofa, on the carpet, on the table…

Everywhere, the sounds of tangled bodies, breathless moans, and flesh striking flesh mixed chaotically, echoing through the room.

Yeon Jeong-ho laid Gyu-ri on the sofa, lowered his own pants, and positioned himself between her legs.

He thrust his hardened cock into her pussy, which was already soaked and leaking nectar.

"Huuuungh!!!"

Gyu-ri moaned long and low.

"How is it, Gyu-ri?"

Yeon Jeong-ho panted, whispering into her ear.

His movements were rough and rhythmic.

"Fun, right?"

"The professor's friends... is this how you normally play? You're all crazy..."

Gyu-ri continued between broken moans.

"...The professor too... is the same..."

Yeon Jeong-ho burst into laughter.

"Hahaha. I'll take that as a compliment. Still... you're not used to a space like this, are you?"

Gyu-ri gasped for breath as she answered.

"I've done room work before... but even there... they don't rotate the ladies like this."

"I know."

Yeon Jeong-ho gripped her buttocks tightly as he spoke.

"That's why we... created gatherings like this. To enjoy things... more specially."

"Haaang..."

Gyu-ri let out a long moan, her body writhing.

"So... is this how it ends?"

Jeong-ho smiled with even more depravity.

"Don't tell me... you think the other oppas should get a turn too? I can't just hoard you for myself. I need to show off a treat like you to my friends."

"Aaang... You're really... crazy."

Jeong-ho continued pounding into Gyu-ri's pussy as he asked her.

"By the way... you don't have a boyfriend, do you?"

"No..."

Gyu-ri shook her head, her voice choked.

"We made a promise..."

"Right..."

Jeong-ho smiled, satisfied with her answer.

"That way you can keep going to college... and keep living in that house..."

Then he pressed a brief kiss to her lips.

"Just let me catch you with another guy... and I'll make sure the whole world knows what kind of girl you are... and how you became a college student."

Gyu-ri's body tensed even further in that instant.

"Don't... worry. That won't... happen... haaah..."

"Fuck... you're... so fucking... delicious..."

This entire scene was transmitted directly to Yeonwoo.

So... as I thought... that's how it is.

Yeonwoo finally understood why Gyu-ri lived in a high-end officetel, why she maintained such a flashy lifestyle, and why she had been reluctant to date him.

In a way... he's really something, Yeon Jeong-ho.

Yeonwoo smiled coldly within himself.

I only started indulging my own desires after gaining this supernatural ability... but that bastard is using his own abilities, his money, his power to ravage people's bodies and minds even more than I do. Maybe because he's had his abilities since birth... he knows exactly how to use them...

Yeonwoo watched vividly through Gyu-ri's eyes as he thought.

It wasn't just anger or contempt.

From somewhere deep within, something rose up that he couldn't suppress, no matter how hard he tried.

Envy...?

That was the question he threw at himself.

Am I... actually envying that bastard?

Watching Yeon Jeong-ho's depraved power, watching him ravage women, he felt something he hadn't realized he was feeling.

Will I end up like that too? What's the difference between me now... and that guy?

He reflected on his own actions.

Am I... using my ability to ravage the people around me?

In that moment, Yeonwoo felt as though he had glimpsed himself reflected in Yeon Jeong-ho's mirror.

The tools were different, but the essence of the "domination" they practiced was strikingly similar.

Regardless of this internal turmoil, the situation in the room, transmitted through Gyu-ri's eyes, grew increasingly chaotic.

The distinction of "original partner" had completely collapsed.

Sex continued with anyone visible, anyone within reach.

Gyu-ri was immediately fucked by another man the moment she escaped from Jeong-ho.

The man who had been pounding into Gyu-ri's pussy withdrew his cock and burrowed into the buttocks of actress Yu-ra, who had collapsed nearby.

Yu-ra's pussy was already full of someone else's cum, and another man's cock entered there.

The lawyer woman was behind the sofa, sucking one man's cock while being fucked from behind by another.

Moans, screams, laughter, curses, and the sticky sounds of flesh striking flesh mixed together, displaying the absolute peak of depravity.

Yeonwoo experienced all of this through Gyu-ri's trembling gaze.

And once again, he was struck by how naturally Gyu-ri accepted all of this at such a young age.

Yeon Jeong-ho's status window had been updated.

All the functions he had activated for Gyu-ri were now applied to him as well.

Right... no matter what... that bastard Yeon Jeong-ho is definitely grating on me. Even if that's what I look like in the future... there's nothing I can do about it. Experiencing how to deal with someone like him will help me too.

And then... more status windows began appearing.

Four status windows updated at once...

Gyu-ri... maybe you're going to become my greatest weapon.

It was late Saturday morning.

Yeonwoo had woken from a late sleep but still hadn't managed to get out of bed.

That's when his smartphone chimed.

A message from Hye-na appeared on the screen.

As Yeonwoo prepared to reply, another message arrived.

Yeonwoo's eyebrows lifted slightly.

Min-yeong was inviting him?

By afternoon, Yeonwoo had finished his preparations early and headed to Hye-na's house.

He pressed the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠doorbell, and a moment later, the door opened.

Min-yeong stood there to greet him.

She wore a comfortable home dress with an apron over it, and a little flour dusted her fingertips.

"Oh... Yeonwoo, you're here? Come in."

Her voice sounded calm, but there was a faint tremor beneath it.

"Yeah... it's been a while."

Yeonwoo still felt a little awkward speaking casually to Hye-na's mother—a woman seventeen years his senior.

But they had already started dropping formal speech.

It would be strange to go back to formal now, so Yeonwoo spoke to her casually.