I'll Have Sex With the Master... Together With Unnie...♡
The cramped office only made the scent of skin more raw and undeniable—the mingled smell of a man and a woman.
It was the first naked man Yun Narae had ever seen in her life.
And likewise, something she had never had reason to see until this very moment:
Lee Dami’s naked body—tall enough, with full, heavy breasts, a narrow waist, and wide hips. A body so flawless that calling it perfect felt almost insufficient.
Even through the haze of shock, Narae could only marvel.
Wow…
Even setting aside the fact that Dami was her savior, the woman herself was someone you couldn’t help but look up to. Beautiful and elegant features, speech and manners that never felt cheap, decisive action free of hesitation, and a figure any woman would envy.
And that same Lee Dami was right now bouncing those big, lewd breasts with her nipples stiff and hard, taking a cock with the most vulgar expression imaginable—eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out.
Slap…! Slap… squelch… thwack! Squelch…!
“Oof…! S-Seonghyeon… there! Ahh… stab me harder there…! Haaah…!”
And more than that—
Smack…!
“Ahng!”
“I don’t need you to ask. I’ll keep ramming you, so just be good and cry for me.”
“O-okayyy…♡ Ahng, ah! Haaahh…!”
Even getting her ass spanked by Ju Seonghyeon.
That firm, bouncy ass that countless men—men who could never bring themselves to confess to Dami the way they might to Narae—had only dared to leer at from afar. Seonghyeon was spanking it like he was scolding a naughty child, like it already belonged to him, like it was just a toy he could play with.
How dare he.
Narae found herself thinking the words without meaning to. He was putting his hands on the ass of that pretty, elegant, perfect manager of hers. How dare he.
And yet—
Smack, smack…!
“Ahh… if you keep hitting me…”
“You like it when I spank you? Your pussy clamps down tighter every time I do.”
“…♡ I like it… hit me more…! Haaang…!”
Narae’s savior and idol, Lee Dami, was enjoying it.
Getting fucked by a younger man while he spanked her ass, her face pure ecstasy as she panted with delight. Begging him to hit her even harder.
Then Seonghyeon slipped his arms around her and lifted her upper body.
Squeeze…!
“Haaah…!”
His right hand clamped hard around her left breast while his left stroked her lower belly. In that position he paused the fucking for a moment and buried his face against the nape of her neck.
“Haa… ahng…”
Dami gently stroked his hair. Even just watching, the gesture overflowed with affection.
The warmth she felt for her younger lover reached Narae too as she stood there staring blankly.
And then, as if finally remembering Narae’s presence again, Dami’s gaze turned toward her.
“Mm… Narae… can you put that on the desk for me?”
“……”
“Narae~?”
“…Ah, uh, y-yes…! I-I’ll put it… down…”
Narae dropped her head. As if ashamed to have witnessed their lovemaking, she kept her eyes lowered and slowly approached the desk.
But with every step closer to the desk where the two of them were joined, her head lifted a few centimeters on its own.
Peek…
Her eyes, filled with unbearable curiosity, locked onto the naked flesh right in front of her.
Clack.
The moment she set the tray of bagels on the desk, she saw it.
Her admired unnie’s vulgarly stretched-open pussy.
The thick base of that monstrous cock forcing it wide as it buried itself inside.
The obscenely filthy place where the two of them were joined.
The love juices splattered all around it.
And more—
Press…
“Hyaaang♡”
Seonghyeon’s thick fingers sliding down from Dami’s belly to torment her clit, drawing that adorable little moan from her.
All of it filled the eyes of Yun Narae as she slowly lifted her head higher.
And then she saw what came next.
Press, press… squelch…
“Hah, ah, ahng! D-don’t… if you mess with my clit right now… hih…!”
Twitch, twitch…! Spurt…!
“Haaahhng…♡”
Dami, who had been whimpering under Seonghyeon’s touch, shuddered and climaxed right in front of her—pussy juice spraying far enough to splash near the tray Narae had just set down.
Narae saw every bit of it.
Her body locked up again. Still half-bent from putting the tray down, she could neither raise her head further nor lower it.
Sh-she came… Dami-unnie just came… making those super happy sounds…!
She felt dizzy.
The thick smell of sex filling the office, the sight and sound of their fucking that was heating even her own body—it all made her head spin.
Then Seonghyeon’s voice reached her.
“Thanks, Narae. I’ll enjoy these.”
“Th-uh, y-yes… p-please… enjoy them…”
“Yep. Though Dami tastes so good I doubt anything could top her… still, I’ll eat them happily.”
“……”
Narae couldn’t believe her ears.
Was Ju Seonghyeon really the kind of man who said things like that?
They exchanged greetings often enough, but they had never talked deeply, so she had no idea. She had simply thought of him as a master who loved kids and ran his dojang with real sincerity.
Still, his words pulled her a little back to herself. She slowly turned her body, intending to slip out of the office as quietly as if she had never been there.
But—
“Haa, haa… Narae…”
“…! Y-yes……?”
“Our Seonghyeon’s cock… mm…♡ is seriously so delicious… want to join us?”
“……!”
The moment Dami made that unbelievable offer in a voice melted with pleasure, Narae’s mind exploded with images for a tenth of a second.
Herself stripped naked like Dami, held in Seonghyeon’s rough arms as he fucked her.
Herself panting with moans she had never made in her life, just like the sounds Dami was making that Narae had never heard before.
Her own face turning just as lewd as Dami’s elegant features had become.
Those thick hands toying with her breasts and pussy while they kissed, trading words like—
“Haaang…! M-Master… your cock tastes so good…!”
“I love the taste of Narae’s pussy too.”
And then—
“Hehe, Seonghyeon. Is Narae’s pussy that delicious?”
—Dami watching her pant with a gentle, affectionate smile, forcing Narae to show her that vulgar sex scene.
All of it flashed through her mind.
Burn!
Her face went redder than an apple in an instant.
“…I-I-I have to reopen the café!! I’ll be going now!!”
Thud thud thud thud!!
Narae shouted and fled on the spot.
It wasn’t a matter of whether Dami’s offer tempted her or not. It was simply too sudden, and something about it felt a little scary.
So she bolted from the dojang, raced straight down to the café, and instead of reopening right away she headed for the bathroom first.
“Haa, haa…!”
Inside the bathroom, breathing hard, she—
Slide…
—lifted her apron and skirt and slipped a hand into her sky-blue panties.
Squelch…
“W-what… when did I get this…?”
Her panties were soaked through.
Even when she masturbated alone she had never produced this much wetness.
Her pale pussy lips, the light thatch of pubic hair, her pure, virgin slit that had never allowed a man inside and still closed in a neat line—everything was coated in sticky, slick fluid.
“Um… I ordered a smoothie, not a latte…”
“Huh…? Ah, ah! I-I’m so sorry!! I’ll remake it right away!!”
“Oh, no, it’s fine. Haha, take your time.”
Ever since delivering the bagels to the dojang, Yun Narae had been making one mistake after another.
She wasn’t the brightest, but she wasn’t bad at her job either. This was the first time she had ever blundered this many times in a single day.
She couldn’t help it, though.
The scene she had witnessed in the dojang office kept flashing through her mind, and because of it her wet pussy and panties—
Squelch…
Ugh… and of all days I had to wear a short skirt…!!
—stayed uncomfortably soaked. She couldn’t take them off or change them.
She had wanted to duck into a nearby convenience store for a spare pair of panties, but the moment she left the bathroom customers had started trickling in one by one. She couldn’t bring herself to turn them away.
Nor could she irresponsibly abandon the café while customers were inside.
Leaving the café that Lee Dami had opened for her sake unattended like that was something she simply could not allow.
But she also couldn’t go without panties in a skirt that was already a bit too short, so she had no choice but to keep serving customers just as she was.
And even then, thoughts of the two of them refused to leave Narae’s head.
Are they still going at it? Or have they finished and are now lying naked together doing aftercare like in dramas…
Squelch…
Her already-wet panties never got a chance to dry; the mere thought kept soaking them anew.
That was how stimulating the sex she had seen upstairs had been—impossible to pry out of her mind.
So she kept repeating the cycle: make a mistake, think about sex, soak her panties.
And then, a little past one in the afternoon—
“Narae.”
“Eh… ah! Un… M-Manager!”
“Hehe, the last customer just left. There’s no one here. Talk to me like usual.”
“Y-yes, Unnie…”
Apparently the sex had finally ended; Lee Dami came down to the café.
Her carefully styled hair was a little mussed, yet somehow it only made her look more alluring.
And somehow…
She looks even prettier than she did this morning…
She was glowing with vitality, like a flower in full bloom, wearing the same elegant smile as always as she stepped behind the counter where Narae stood.
Narae lowered her head.
Normally she loved chatting with Dami whenever there were no customers. She enjoyed those relaxed conversations so much she even looked forward to them.
But right now she couldn’t bring herself to meet her eyes.
Her face burned too hot, flushed too red, the image of Dami panting so vulgarly overlapping with the woman in front of her.
While she stood there with her gaze cast down—
Slide…
—Dami came closer and slipped an arm around her waist.
Twitch!
What was this?
Dami almost never initiated physical contact like this.
Narae flinched at the touch, wondering what it meant, and then Dami spoke.
“Narae.”
To the girl who was “Dami’s person,” who could never betray her—
“How was it, watching me have sex with Seonghyeon?”
“…Eh.”
She asked the question head-on, a topic far too embarrassing to bring up in broad daylight, in a sticky voice that brushed Narae’s ear.
The blunt question flustered Narae all over again, but—
“…It was… lewd… I’ve never seen Unnie make a face like that before…”
“Hehe…”
—she answered honestly right away.
Years of never defying Dami, of pouring out every secret of her heart whenever Dami asked anything, hadn’t gone anywhere.
Dami smiled as if she liked that obedient side of her, then moved her hand even more boldly.
Stroke…
“Ah…”
With a subtle touch that somehow felt erotic, she caressed Narae’s hip.
It was a little perverted, yet Narae didn’t dislike it.
If anything, it made her a bit happy—that the woman she idolized was clinging to her like this.
Still, she felt shy, so she curled up like a hamster and trembled while Dami continued.
“You know what? It actually turned me on more. Showing you something that embarrassing.”
“R-really…?”
“Mm. So I’d like to do it again next time… do you mind?”
Dami’s proposal hung in the air.
And Narae—
I could see Unnie having sex… again…
—didn’t mind at all. She was looking forward to it. The thought of being allowed to watch that filthy sex again made her heart pound.
So—
“If Unnie… wants it… then I’m okay with it.”
—she accepted the offer, a little passively because she was too embarrassed to show how eager she actually was.
But Dami’s proposal didn’t end there.
“Hehe… but it’d be boring if you just stood there watching the whole time…”
“Huh?”
“Want to join in, Narae?”
“…What? M-me too?!”
Narae’s eyes went wide. Her mouth fell open on its own.
Join in? Then… the three of us? M-more than that, me… having sex? With the Master? And with Dami-unnie at the same time…?
It was a hundred times more shocking than watching them fuck in the dojang. Her mind went completely blank for a moment.
She was left speechless by the amazing offer, but Dami paid it no mind and kept whispering.
“Honestly I’ve been a little worried. You feel so indebted to me that you won’t even date anyone… just going back and forth between the café and home every day.”
“I like it that way…”
“I know. I know, but… this is the age when you should be dating and having fun, and it just looks pitiful how much you only think about me and your little sister.”
“……”
“I’m not saying you have to date Seonghyeon. But even if you’re not dating, you can still have sex, right?”
“That’s…”
That was true.
Narae wasn’t a girl who particularly clung to premarital purity. In this day and age, if you liked a guy you could date him, have sex, and maybe break up later.
Of course, that didn’t mean she was fine with casual sex partners either.
“I’m only suggesting it because you always seemed interested in that kind of thing. Every time I talked about Seonghyeon you pricked up your ears and listened, didn’t you?”
But if the person she was having sex with as a partner was someone she would share with Dami—
“And you know I’m cheating because my husband can’t satisfy me, right? Before, I just lived with it because I didn’t know any man besides him… but it’s completely different. I regret my whole life for not knowing until now.”
—and if Dami was persuading her like this—
“So I want you to experience what it feels like to have sex with a guy who’s good at it. Seonghyeon doesn’t seem like some expert or anything, but from what I can tell he’s got a natural gift… for making a woman feel good. You saw me earlier, right?”
“Ah…♡”
“So? Interested?”
If it was what Dami wanted—
“If you join us… I think I’d get so turned on I’d go crazy…♡”
—and if she was saying in that wet voice that having Narae there would excite her even more—
“……”
—then Yun Narae had no choice.
Nod.
She nodded.
“I… will…”
She couldn’t refuse.
But it wasn’t simply because Dami had asked. Of course, the fact that Dami had proposed it meant “refusal” had never really been an option in her heart…
Even setting that aside—
“I’ll have sex with the Master…”
Narae herself was already getting excited.
“Together with Unnie…♡”
The fact that she would have sex with a man alongside Lee Dami was incredibly arousing, and she looked forward to it so much.
And at her answer—
Squeeze…!
“Ah…”
—Dami pulled her into a hug and stroked her hair.
In that gentle embrace, surrounded by that nice scent, Narae quietly nestled into her arms.
“Thank you, Narae. I’ll set something up soon… so just wait for me.”
“Yes…”
She felt happy.
In that moment Yun Narae realized something.
The reason she had never dated anyone all this time wasn’t because there was no man she liked, and it wasn’t because she hated men either.
Just as she had always believed, it was so she could give her all for Lee Dami.
But—
“Want to close the café this weekend and go shopping with me? We’ll pick out underwear for then. And we can hang out with Darae too while we’re at it.”
“Really? Yes! I’ll definitely go!”
“Hehe, okay. It’s a promise.”
—it wasn’t only because Dami was her savior.
She simply wanted to be praised by Dami.
She wanted Dami to pay more attention to her.
Really, it was that simple.
She had realized it: she liked Lee Dami.