Punishing Her for Being a Bad Girl
Jinhui’s legs, draped over my waist, trembled beneath the bathwater. From behind, Ayeong’s fingers circled her nipples, making Jinhui’s back arch once toward the soft press of Ayeong’s breasts.
“Haaang… hngh…”
“You’re so pretty, Jinhui.”
Ayeong’s warm whisper brushed the nape of Jinhui’s neck. Jinhui’s eyes fluttered closed, then opened again. Her unfocused gaze trembled as it settled on my face.
I rolled my hips in a slow, lazy rhythm.
Squelch. Squelch.
Her inner walls clung to me softly, drawing me out before sucking me back in. The submerged water sloshed with every movement, rocking Jinhui’s body up and down. Ayeong’s arms kept her safely supported so she wouldn’t slip beneath the surface.
I pressed my lips to the line of Jinhui’s neck, right beside the faint mark I’d left below her collarbone, and sucked.
“Hngh…”
Jinhui tilted her head, offering her throat to me.
Suck.
When I pushed a little deeper, her thighs clamped roughly around my sides before relaxing again.
Thrust.
The moment I buried myself to the hilt, a broken cry tore from her lips.
“Haah!”
Her cervix nudged and squeezed the tip of my cock. She had already come several times. The whites of her eyes showed, and saliva she couldn’t swallow spilled from the corner of her curled lips, dripping onto the back of Ayeong’s hand.
Ayeong wiped the saliva with her finger and rubbed it over Jinhui’s nipple.
“U-Unnie…”
“Mm.”
The sound could have been an answer or a soothing murmur. Ayeong’s hand traced slow circles over Jinhui’s breast, gliding across the marks I had left and the ones that came before them. The traces of both of us overlapped beneath Ayeong’s palm on Jinhui’s skin.
I caught the tongue Jinhui offered and drew it into my mouth.
Sluuurp.
When I sucked on the tip, a wet breath escaped Jinhui’s nose. Her pussy pulsed and clenched tight around my cock. The moment I released her tongue, her lips stayed half-parted, refusing to close. Ayeong leaned in and slipped her own tongue into that waiting gap.
Squelch. Squelch.
She took the space I had left. This time Jinhui’s tongue curled around Ayeong’s. The same pattern of one mark covering another played out inside her mouth.
Suck. Suck.
My hips found a steady rhythm. Her inner walls refused to let me go, pulling me deeper. Jinhui’s face, resting against Ayeong’s chest, had been tilting toward the water for some time.
Ayeong pinched and twisted Jinhui’s nipple between her fingertips.
“Hnguuut…!”
Jinhui’s back arched like a bow beneath the surface. Her insides clamped down wildly, milking me. The toes braced against the bath floor lost their strength and floated up.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
I hadn’t even quickened my pace, yet her body sucked me in on its own, falling into disarray. Her breaths kept cutting short then starting again. Between them, Ayeong brought her lips to Jinhui’s ear.
“It’s all right. Keep going.”
“Haang… uhh… what do I do…”
“You can let go.”
At Ayeong’s gentle words, Jinhui’s head fell back. The crown of her head rested on Ayeong’s shoulder, chin lifted high, as a deep sound rose from her open throat.
“Haah!”
I spilled inside her.
The rush of heat made her pussy contract hard, swallowing and gripping me tight. Her inner walls clung greedily, as if determined not to lose a single drop.
“Haah… haah…”
Strength drained from Jinhui’s shoulders. Ayeong tightened her arms from behind, holding her steady so she wouldn’t sink. Sweat-soaked bangs clung to Jinhui’s forehead, and her ragged breaths brushed across my collarbone.
While I stroked her flushed cheek with the back of my hand, Ayeong’s face tilted toward me. She leaned over Jinhui’s shoulder and covered my mouth. Her tongue slid inside.
Sluuurp.
“Ah… mm… me… me too…”
A tired voice rose from below. Ayeong pulled back with a soft smile. I took her place, claiming Jinhui’s lips.
Squelch.
Jinhui’s tongue wrapped around mine, weak and yielding.
I lifted her out of the bath. Her arms hung limp, head resting on my shoulder. The heat of her body felt even warmer after the water, and her wet bangs stuck to the side of my neck.
I meant to stand her on the bathroom floor, but her legs refused to hold her. Instead I sat her on the chair beside the wall, grabbed a towel, and began drying her hair.
Shoulders, collarbone, the soft inside of her arms. I moved downward carefully, pressing gently so I wouldn’t erase the marks on her breasts. After squatting for a long while and wiping down her thighs, my gaze drifted between her legs.
Thick white semen was leaking out, sliding down her thighs.
I wiped the trail with the towel while my other hand settled on her lower belly. Below her navel, where the deepest point could be felt, I pressed gently.
“Hik!”
Jinhui’s hips jerked once on the chair. Her fingers gripping the backrest turned white. Through her skin I felt her pussy contract where my palm rested. Another rush of semen spilled out.
“How are you this sensitive?”
“I… I don’t know.”
Jinhui covered her face with both hands. The blush spread from the tips of her ears all the way down her neck. Ayeong, who had followed us in wearing a robe, placed a hand on Jinhui’s shoulder at the sight.
“Why? She’s just adorable.”
“U-Unnie…”
The voice slipping between her fingers was weak. Ayeong leaned down, gently moved her hands aside, and kissed her forehead.
“Hold me… I’m so tired.”
The breathless plea pushed past Jinhui’s fingers. Ayeong slipped off her robe and draped it over Jinhui’s shoulders. She slid one arm beneath her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her easily. Ayeong opened the bathroom door and stepped out first.
I laid Jinhui on the bed. Her slack arms spread across the sheets like flowing water. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. Wet strands of hair fanned across the pillow. Ayeong climbed up beside her and covered Jinhui’s body with her own. Their breasts pressed together. Ayeong nestled her face beside Jinhui’s neck.
Watching them, Ayeong lifted her hips slightly. Her thighs parted, revealing her glistening entrance to me.
“I can’t wait any longer.”
Even after washing, the space between her legs was slick with clear nectar.
I climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress. Gripping Ayeong’s hips with both hands, I tilted her waist a little more until her entrance kissed the tip of my cock.
Sluuuuurp.
I sank in to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Velvety walls enveloped me, welcoming me home. No matter how many times I entered Ayeong, the feeling was always the same.
Familiar. Comforting. Like coming home.
“Haaang…”
Ayeong’s back arched like a drawn bow. Her upper body rose once over Jinhui’s chest before sinking down again. She trembled beneath me while Jinhui panted under the weight of Ayeong’s body.
“U-Unnie…”
The faint voice drifted up from below. Ayeong’s gaze lowered. I grabbed her arm and pulled her closer, pressing her upper body deeper onto Jinhui. Jinhui lifted both arms and wrapped them around Ayeong’s neck.
Sluuurp.
Their lips met. Jinhui pushed her tongue inside first, curling it around Ayeong’s.
Squelch. Squelch.
I began to move. The sound of wet flesh colliding blended with their kissing. Every deep thrust sent sticky white nectar splashing from their joined bodies onto Jinhui’s thighs. I watched their fluids mix and quickened my pace.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Ayeong’s inner walls clamped down tight. The two overlapping bodies rocked together in rhythm. Their shared breaths grew shorter between kisses. Sweat glistened across Ayeong’s back.
The urge to come rose fast.
I gripped her waist and drove myself to the deepest point.
Spurt. Spuuurt.
I flooded her womb. The rush of heat made her insides contract hard, swallowing greedily.
“Hauut…”
Ayeong’s head dropped onto Jinhui’s shoulder. Their lips met again. Moans spilled and mingled between them.
I slowly withdrew. Her clinging walls seemed reluctant to release me, following outward before finally letting go. The semen I had poured inside surged out, sliding down between her legs and onto Jinhui.
“Haah… haah…”
Ayeong panted with her chin resting on Jinhui’s shoulder. Jinhui stroked her back, their faces close. Between their tangled legs, the evidence of what I had left slowly leaked out.
The sight stirred fresh heat inside me.
Confirming my cock was rising again, I leaned toward them.
The two of them lay sprawled across the sheets, breathing hard. Their shoulders still rose and fell rapidly. My semen continued to leak from between their entangled legs, slowly spreading across the fabric.
I climbed off the bed and walked into the bathroom. The phone I had left on the edge of the tub was still recording. I stopped it, turned off the screen, and returned to the bed.
When I lay down between them, they naturally curled into my arms. Ayeong’s arm draped across my chest. Jinhui’s leg settled over it. The warmth of three bodies mingled beneath the sheets.
I unlocked the phone. Messages from Seol-a filled the inbox. Just as I had ordered—one every hour—she had sent photos from different bathrooms, each time lifting her skirt to show the rotor buried between her legs.
I let out a soft chuckle. Ayeong, chin resting on my chest, turned her eyes to the screen.
“…Poor thing.”
“Unnie, what’s poor about her?” Jinhui snapped from the other side.
“She was the one looking after the kids who distributed the drugs.”
“Really?”
Ayeong looked up at me, surprised.
“A bad girl?”
“Mm… I suppose you could call her that.”
I paused, choosing my words, then added, “She handled the dirty work for them, so yes, she was on the bad side. That’s why I’m punishing her right now.”
Ayeong closed her mouth and asked nothing more. She trusted that I would handle it properly.
Jinhui’s finger slid across the screen and stopped, pointing at a corner of the photo.
“This picture is from the hotel restaurant bathroom, isn’t it?”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I went there earlier too.”
“…Did you?”
My mind began turning over why Seol-a would be at this hotel. She might have attended the gathering of assembly members here today. If so, she was likely staying the night. She would remain until late.
How could I make use of that?
“You’re… thinking something wicked again, aren’t you?” Jinhui tossed the words at my face.
“No.”
“Like I’d believe that. You always get that look when you’re plotting.”
While I searched for a reply, Ayeong cupped my face with both hands. She turned me toward her and pressed her forehead to mine. At a distance where our noses nearly touched, her voice dropped low.
“Right now, think only of us.”
I set the phone down beside the sheets.
“I will.”
Ayeong covered my mouth.
Chu.
When our lips parted, a voice rose from the other side.
“…Why only Unnie?”
I turned. Jinhui’s face was right there. Her cheek, pressed against the blanket, was flushed. Her gaze trembled near my lips. Instead of answering, I claimed her mouth.
Sluuurp.
My tongue slid in. Jinhui’s lips parted without resistance. When I finally pulled away, she half-hid her face in the sheets. The tips of her ears burned red again, but she said nothing more.
Ayeong rested her forehead on my shoulder. Jinhui draped an arm across from the other side. Their breathing gradually slowed. The weight of their tangled legs settled heavily into the sheets.
Beyond the curtains, the glittering night view of the city spread out below.