Who Cares About Minji?
Who cares about Minji anyway? "Churu... slurp..." Our three tongues began exploring each other. To be precise, their two tongues were devouring mine. Minji and Soye's tongues licked and sucked every inch of my tongue, savoring it. I tried to taste theirs in return, but it was impossible. With their tongues constantly lapping at mine, there was no need—or room—to move.
"Pha."
Soye's tongue pulled away first. When I glanced at her, her eyes were smiling back at me. She'd stepped aside for a moment, just for me and Minji.
"Mmph...!"
Now it was time for the next stage. I wrapped my tongue around Minji's and sucked it in, pressing our lips together. I slipped my tongue into her already parted mouth and stroked hers relentlessly inside.
"Mmm... hnn... slurp..."
Minji responded soon enough. With her familiar, skillful tongue work, she welcomed mine, occasionally slipping hers into my mouth. True to her talent for naughty things, her kissing had become expert in no time.
Thud.
I hugged Minji tight with both arms and flipped us over backward. I embraced her body firmly and kept kissing. The sensation of her massive, soft, slime-like breasts pressing against my chest, the lemon scent from her mouth, and above all, those big, adorable eyes of hers. Everything drove me wild.
Slide...
Without thinking, my lower body moved. I started rubbing my cock against her thigh.
"Sejin."
Just then, Soye's hand touched my side. It wasn't to stop me—it was a plea to turn my attention back to her. Thanks to that, I barely held back. I stroked Minji's head, then sat up and pulled Soye into my arms.
"Slurp..."
Unlike with Minji, her lips and tongue felt familiar and comfortable. From the texture to the sticky saliva, the tongue movements—everything was routine. Her mouth welcomed me with warm, expert ease. Feeling it all, I hugged her tight and toppled backward.
"...Me too, just a little... more..."
As I kissed Soye in our embrace, Minji drew closer. She brought her face near, as if to press her lips to ours. We parted for Minji and stuck out our tongues, and the three of us dove back into devouring each other.
The next day, in the company training room.
Im Haeun stopped dancing after a long practice session.
"......."
The mirror reflected only her—sweating alone, with no one else around.
She turned off the music, sat down, and took a sip of water.
"What the hell?"
Lee Sejin had told her the week would be light on work. The relaxed schedule felt nice at first. But this was too relaxed. No jobs, no new choreography to practice, and worst of all, no other members.
Scratch scratch.
Practicing basics alone without unnie or Minji—or that bastard—made her feel like an outcast.
"Unnie, here's some water... Whaaaat!?"
The moment Park Minji returned to the training room, Im Haeun grabbed her cheeks and kneaded them wildly.
"What the fuck have you all been doing without me!?"
"Whaaaat!?"
Minji squealed like a squirrel caught by a predator under Haeun's half-mad grip.
"Why do you keep running to the bathroom and leaving me alone, Minji~ Huh? Wait... why are your cheeks so hot?"
Wondering if she had a cold, Haeun pressed the back of her hand to Minji's forehead.
"Doesn't feel like a fever..."
That's when Haeun noticed Minji's embarrassed expression and pieced it together. She wasn't sick—she was flushed. How had she stayed like this all morning, even past lunch?
What the hell did they do last night to leave her like this all day?
Putting two and two together, Haeun let go without a word.
"...Let's jump right into dance practice. I'll watch you today."
"Eh, ehh...? W-Weren't we off practice today?"
"Second album prep's coming up soon. Gotta get ahead. Basics are always a win."
"Whaaa..."
Minji's face fell, but Haeun ignored it. After nearly a week of feeling sidelined(?), a little pettiness was fair.
Wonder where unnie is?
As she restarted the music, Haeun grew curious about their leader, who hadn't been around the company much today either.
I was exhausted. I'd barely slept from the excitement last night, and during work, I'd been powering through a ton. Mental fatigue was hitting hard. I was handling what used to be two people's workload—now multiplied several times over. Even Nam Bu-jang had seen my face and told me to take it easy.
So I slipped into the break room to nap. Thirty minutes should recharge me enough to finish the day.
"Sigh..."
Everything was spinning. I was dead tired, but my body was burning up, sleep nowhere in sight. Even doing nothing brought back images of Soye and Minji naked, their skin's scent, the softness of their breasts invading my mind. At work, I couldn't help fidgeting, my erection refusing to fade.
"Hm?"
The door opened suddenly. I looked up to see Soye entering.
"N-Nunna? The door was locked, how did you..."
"Shh."
She pressed a finger to my lips as I bolted up in surprise, then pushed me back down. She climbed right on top. Her pussy mound pressed hard against the bulge straining my pants.
"Hnn!"
A sudden jolt of pleasure made me groan involuntarily.
"N-Nunna, what are you—"
Soye didn't answer. She stripped off her t-shirt, then her sports bra, tossing it aside.
"We said we'd hold out till tomorrow."
"No..."
Ignoring me, she unzipped my pants, pulled out my throbbing cock, and stroked it like a precious treasure.
"Hngh...!"
Was it the days of buildup? That light touch sent waves of pleasure crashing over me.
"Haa..."
My reaction roughened her breathing too. Still in her skirt, she guided my cock into her pussy.
"Haaah, mmm...!"
"Hmp...!"
As I slid in, moans drenched in ecstasy escaped us both.
Squeeze.
Soye laced her fingers with mine and started rocking her hips.
"Haa, huu, haaah...!"
She let out loud moans without restraint, unconcerned if anyone outside heard. But I couldn't stop her. The sensation of her riding me, hips grinding, was irresistible.
"Ahng, haaang, haaah...!"
Soye's hip technique was art. Not just up and down—she clenched her pussy tight around my cock, shaking it front-back, side-to-side for maximum stimulation. Each movement made her inner walls tease my shaft delicately.
"Ah, there... ahng!"
After savoring me thoroughly, she shifted to slow up-and-down pistons. Her pussy, perfectly molded to my size, rubbed me relentlessly. Overflowing with her juices and my precum, it gripped me just right. Every ridge felt like a tongue licking me—countless tongues delivering ultimate pleasure.
I wouldn't last a minute—no, not even ten seconds.
"N-Nunna, wait...! W-We said with Minji too...!"
"Haht... hnn, ahng, aaang...! Who cares about friggin' Minji...!"
My eyes snapped open at those words.
"Gasp!"
I bolted upright, exhaling sharply. Soye, who'd been riding me moments ago, was gone. The room's heated air from our dream sex had cooled.
"Just a dream, huh..."
Of course. Nunna would never trash-talk Minji like that. Good thing I realized it. How horny was I to dream of getting laid by Soye?
"At least no wet dream."
I checked under the blanket just in case, then took a deep breath and got up.
Lunchtime. Shin Soye was searching for Park Minji, who'd eaten early and vanished.
"Not in the showers..."
She checked the showers next to the practice room first. No Minji, no other groups or trainees.
She'd figured Minji might be cooling off with cold water, like she had that morning. No luck.
The van maybe? She said last time she stayed behind and sniffed Sejin's shirt.
Minji might be in heat again. Soye hurried to the underground parking, but no sign. That's when she remembered Minji had the member van keys.
Ugh, why am I so flustered?
Embarrassed, Soye rode the elevator back up to the office. Maybe Sejin's clothes were there.
And she was right.
Click.
"Eek!"
Opening the office door, she startled Minji inside.
"U-Unnie?"
"There you are."
Minji sat alone, sniffing Sejin's coat. Seeing that, Soye sighed in odd relief as she approached. Good, not with Sejin.
"We agreed to hold out till dinner."
"J-Just a little... isn't okay...?"
"Not if it makes you skip practice."
"Eh? Gah, w-when did time fly like this..."
"Come on."
"Y-Yes, unniee..."
Soye snatched the coat from Minji's hands, making her stand. But she noticed a wet spot on the sofa edge where Minji had been sitting.
"......."
Soye paused, glancing at the coat.
Minji was just sitting there...
Was that glossy edge her doing? Unthinkingly, Soye lifted the coat to her face.
Sniff sniff.
His familiar scent wafted out. Just that made her lower body tingle.
Never felt this from a scent before...
Still sniffing, Soye walked to Sejin's desk and set the coat on his chair. Her eyes caught the desk edge—where he worked daily, full of his traces.
"Nice, right...?"
"Huh, what?"
Minji's question snapped Soye back.
"O-Oppa scent's so good...?"
Soye whipped around to see Minji gazing at her excitedly.
"L-Let's go, practice time!"
Soye hurriedly hung the coat on Sejin's chair, pushed Minji's back, and shoved her out. As they left, the office's lingering heat slowly dissipated.