Beige and White (7)
The clean shower stall, partitioned by a slightly opaque screen.
I must be out of my mind.
Crazy. This is dangerous. No joke. I’m dead serious. What the hell did I just witness?
That violent, hardcore sex straight out of an extreme AV? Or was it the mating of beasts driven insane by lust?
…Or if it wasn’t even that.
Ah.
A single obedient bitch submitting to her Master.
“What are you doing just standing there getting wet?”
“Ah, no. I was just…”
“There’s shampoo and body wash right there.”
…A man striding boldly into the women’s shower room.
One coercive Master.
“If you don’t like the cheap stuff, want me to lend you mine? It’s in my bag.”
“No, that’s not… Ah. There’s no shower towel.”
Unlike before, she had clearly wilted. But the thick veins still stood out prominently on his body, snaring my gaze.
When I tore my eyes away from Oppa’s cock and looked at the bitch glued tightly against him—
“…What.”
“…”
Her body still trembled. She stroked those massive breasts with her hands, breathing slowly and deliberately, yet still trying to press herself even closer to Master. I saw it all.
…Was being taken like that really something to be so proud of?
Her shoulders were raised arrogantly for no reason.
“Wait here. I’ll go get one.”
The Master of this adorable little bitch left his now-tamed puppy alone for a moment, as if to let us stew in this awkward silence.
“…”
The moment Oppa disappeared, the tremors Unnie had been suppressing seemed to crash over her. Her legs shook so badly she had to lean against the shower wall, cradling her heavy chest with her slender forearms. She lowered her head, then lifted her eyes to glare at me with a mocking curl at the corner of her lips.
“…Unnie.”
“What.”
“That… doesn’t it hurt?”
“…It doesn’t hurt.”
I asked the question I was most curious about, blunt and direct, but strangely she didn’t seem to be lying.
Really? It doesn’t hurt?
Well… her ass has a lot of fat. When I got spanked last time, it actually felt good.
But.
…His cock.
When it drives in so deep—thrust after heavy thrust—
it churns my insides, feels like it’s tearing me apart, leaves me dizzy enough to throw up.
“…It must hurt for you because yours is smaller.”
…As if the difference could be explained by height alone.
Unnie and I aren’t that different in size. Just because her breasts are bigger, it doesn’t mean her pussy is softer or easier to enter. That’s not how it works… right?
Simply put—
“It’s just that you sleep with Oppa so often, Unnie…”
“…So what?”
…Maybe it was because Unnie had been molded to the shape of Juhyuk Oppa’s cock. From the very beginning until now, after being subjected to every lewd act imaginable, she had been tamed by his length. That was why she could take such vulgar, brutal pounding and feel pleasure instead of pain.
“…I was just curious.”
“…”
If that was the case, then someday… would I end up the same?
Of course I have no time. I’m busy. Living together is something I can’t even dream about. But I’m still young. At this rate, before I even reach Unnie’s age… wouldn’t I break just like her?
From an innocent girl who had only ever felt men inside her fantasies to a submissive woman who ached desperately for only one person.
Wouldn’t I change?
…Of course, on the outside I would remain a lovely idol beloved by everyone.
“What are you two doing?”
“…Just talking.”
Oppa returned with shampoo, body wash, and a shower towel all clutched in one hand. He walked over and gently stroked Unnie’s hair as she leaned against the wall.
When I unconsciously watched with envious eyes, he set the items down and stroked my hair too. That thick hand felt bigger than my entire head. I had a silly thought—if he grabbed my scalp, he could probably lift me right off the ground.
“…”
Only when I noticed Unnie staring at me with clear displeasure did I snap back to reality.
…She really never changes.
Even after Oppa had shown her affection right in front of me, it still wasn’t enough. What a greedy woman.
“Anyway, wash up quickly so we can leave. Don’t you have a schedule tomorrow?”
“I’m always busy, so…”
I wanted to tease that greedy Unnie.
…And, while I was at it, I wanted to be teased by Juhyuk Oppa too.
I caught the hand that had been stroking my hair and pressed it firmly against my breast. Then I flashed the smile I practiced in the mirror every single day and clung tightly to him.
“…”
The moment she saw that, Unnie peeled herself off the wall and wedged Oppa’s other arm between her own breasts.
“Hey. Let me wash too.”
“Why? …You can just wash me, Oppa.”
“…I’ll wash you.”
…Ah, I could barely hold back my laughter.
This was a scene straight out of the love comedies I watched as a kid—and still catch sometimes. To think I was living it.
Of course those were completely wholesome; at most the characters would be wearing school uniforms. But right now I was completely naked. Unnie had already taken off her collar too, standing there in perfect, bare nudity.
And then—
“Then… can you wash my back, Haeun-ah?”
“…Why?”
“If you’re in front, Hinami can suck on my ear from behind like before. That okay?”
“…”
Juhyuk Oppa was a million light-years away from those indecisive male leads. He didn’t hesitate or fumble. The moment his mind was made up, he simply acted.
“…Then I’ll wash you from the front.”
Understanding my patterns perfectly, Oppa let me do exactly what I wanted without reservation. I soaked the shower towel, squeezed out a generous amount of body wash, and worked it into a rich lather. Then I smeared the foam all over my hands and chest before pressing myself against him.
Swish. Swish.
I sandwiched his cock—now tilting toward the ceiling—between our stomachs.
“…”
My slender hands slipped between his hard back and Unnie’s plush breasts, gliding back and forth.
“Oppa… does it feel good?”
“…Feels like my dick’s about to explode.”
“Aww. After what you just did earlier?”
“Exactly. That’s why it feels like it’s gonna burst. I’ve used it too much already.”
It had turned a deep, angry red. I gently cradled that swollen glans with soft, bubbly foam, stroking it tenderly.
“…Hey. Kang Juhyuk.”
“What.”
“Why are you hard? …You said you couldn’t do it anymore.”
“…If I don’t get hard with you two clinging to me like this, am I even a man?”
“What the hell are you saying? You always fuck and then fall asleep hugging us. …It’s because of her, you perverted bastard.”
Her voice was quiet, but it echoed sharply off the shower walls, reaching all the way to my ears. Unnie stayed glued to Oppa’s body, relentlessly scolding that pitiful yet wicked cock of his.
“…Juhyuk-ah.”
“What now.”
“If you cum on her… she’s going to beg you to do her again.”
“Why again?”
“…Because you promised you’d do me more.”
“Hey, I already did you three times today.”
“…You don’t count the ones without kissing.”
“Then earlier— Hey. Hinami.”
“…I thought you two looked so close. Hehe.”
…They were leaving me out again. It was too much, really.
I had been gently stroking him, but now… I had no choice but to go all out, right?
“Puhuhu… yes. Heup…”
The wet sound of a slick tongue devouring Oppa’s ear.
“…”
Gulp. Gulp.
I had dropped to my knees at some point. I rubbed my lips against the foam-covered tip of his cock, kissing and licking while my hands kneaded his balls and shaft.
“…Huu.”
The sound of him twitching, lost in pleasure, letting out a long breath.
“Juhyuk Oppa… should we just make you cum? The bitch behind you said she wants you to fuck her so badly.”
“Haa… Mas…ter. If you cum on that bitch, you have to fuck me again, okay?”
The small, delicate idol admired by the entire world.
And the large, voluptuous bitch every male would crave.
Both of us, for a single Master.
Pride and dignity completely abandoned.
The sound of pure devotion.
“Eit, eit, eit… Cum buckets in this idol’s hand… Is it Hinami? Me. Fans go crazy when I just wave with this hand…”
“…Don’t cum, Juhyuk-ah. You said you’d only cum for me. Right…?”
Completely flushed. Biting her lip. Supporting Unnie’s weight against his back. Enduring my eager service from the front.
For the first time since I’d learned the truth, Oppa looked genuinely troubled.
“…This won’t do. My big sister’s too sloppy—she can’t handle you properly. …Unnie.”
“…”
“So instead, I’ll aim for this too. He…up…”
When I paused my hand, his expression briefly relaxed. I rose, gently licking his nipple while pressing my soft belly against him in firm, rhythmic strokes. His breathing grew heavier at once.
“…You like that? Getting your nipple sucked by a younger girl.”
“…”
“…If you don’t kiss me, I’ll take it as a yes. You perverted ba—mmph…♡”
From behind, Unnie was also stroking his other nipple. When Oppa turned his head, he captured her lips instead.
…Selfishly tangling tongues with her alone. The filthy, wet sounds Unnie made.
“Mmm… yes… chuu… uhh…”
How many more people would pass through this shower room in the future?
…I hoped a lot of them would.
So they could smell the lingering traces of this obscene scent.
“…Puhah. Haa. Hey… you said you couldn’t do it.”
“Puhuhu…”
Of course, the thick, sticky evidence now coating my stomach was something I had no intention of showing anyone except Oppa.
Ah. But Unnie, who had helped just now, was fine.
“Seo Haeun.”
“…What.”
“You seem to love doing it with three people. Should I invite her over to the house next time?”
“…Do whatever you want. You won’t listen to me anyway.”
So…
…I was even more excited for next time.
It felt like we could enjoy it more harmoniously than today. Unnie still held the advantage for now, but if she got excited and let her guard down like this… who knows what could happen?
“…O-ppa.”
Like this.
In a voice so soft it was barely audible. With the shape of my mouth. With gestures.
Seducing Oppa.
“…”
While Unnie turned her head away for a moment… we could sneak a silent little kiss.
“Anyway, you. When we get home…”
“Even if you get fucked while you’re sleeping, don’t make a sound. …This is all because you started it.”
“…Yes.”
It was going to be so much more fun.
…Secretly, right in front of the bitch’s eyes.
Playing together like this, just the two of us.