Summer Vacation - The Club
A ping echoed through the quiet apartment. Hee-ju had grown surprisingly close to Su-hui ever since their beach trip, but she still startled at the sound of her phone lighting up.
“Su-hui-ya, what are you doing? Want to hit a club tonight?”
Su-hui hadn’t mentioned the wild night she’d spent with the three men, yet Hee-ju’s words now came out lighter, dirtier, as if they’d been sharing secrets for months. The air between them felt thicker, charged with something neither of them was ready to name.
“Club…? I always planned to try everything once I turned eighteen, but honestly…”
She let out a soft laugh.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
“Ooo, you’re already wearing something slutty, aren’t you? Tonight?”
Su-hui grinned as she tossed the phone onto the bed. Hee-ju was shameless about her body—comfortable enough to tease openly, yet still shy when the lights were off.
She spent the last hour choosing her outfit: a tight black halter-neck crop top that plunged low enough to show the faint tan lines across her cleavage, paired with an H-line mini skirt so short the hem barely covered her hips. She slipped on open-toed heels and stepped out.
Hee-ju was already waiting outside the entrance, leaning against the wall in a sheer white blouse and short shorts. The thin black lace of her panties peeked out every time she shifted. She looked deliciously sinful.
“Oppa, you’re so pretty tonight,” Hee-ju purred, eyes sparkling.
“You’re practically glowing, Hee-ju. What are you wearing under that?”
“Nothing special,” she winked, flicking her shorts higher. “Just like you told me to be.”
At the club entrance, stares followed them instantly. Hee-ju’s flawless features drew attention, but standing beside Su-hui’s toned, sun-kissed body, she somehow looked even more radiant. The skirt drew the most whistles.
“Skirt—it’s ridiculous. Come on, Su-hui~”
Hee-ju slapped her own ass playfully, then spun to show off the short hem.
“Don’t,” Su-hui hissed, cheeks burning.
“What, showing off? You wanted this look, remember?”
They waited in line, teasing each other between glances at the line of eager men. The crowd thinned quickly and they slipped inside. The bass hit like a drum in their chests.
“Hey, Hee-ju, I can’t dance at all….”
“Just shake your hips a little. The guys will climb you like trees.”
“Really?”
“Yeah~ Go wild, I’m right here. Let’s get drinks first.”
They claimed a tall table near the stage. Su-hui nursed her first drink while her eyes took in the flashing lights, the writhing bodies, the raw heat. The music vibrated straight into her bones; the strong vodka burned a hot trail from throat to stomach.
“How is it, Su-hui? Getting used to it yet?”
“Ugh… I feel drunk already.”
“It’s loud and chaotic. That’s why.”
“Yeah… I guess so.”
“See? Just like I said. Now come on, let’s dance.”
On the floor, even the tiniest movement of her hips made the spotlights catch her skin like liquid gold. The two women—slender, sun-bronzed, impossibly beautiful—drew every eye in the room. Men began to circle.
Su-hui was swaying when someone bumped into her from behind. She turned to apologize and froze. Several men had already surrounded Hee-ju, and now they were crowding Su-hui too. Hee-ju winked at her, then glanced back at the man pressing against her spine and leaned back, letting her body curve into his.
“Hmm… Is this really how it works?”
Su-hui slowly scanned the men. The one closest to her looked decent enough. She edged closer. He pressed in immediately, one hand sliding to her waist, fingers splaying possessively over the exposed skin.
Her slim waist felt tiny under his palm. He groaned softly, the rare sight of her toned body combined with that exposed midriff sending a rush straight to his groin. His palm glided up her side, slow and deliberate, then higher—until he cupped her breast over the thin fabric.
Su-hui’s breath hitched. The crowd was thick, yet no one stopped them. His other hand stayed firmly on her hip, grinding the thick ridge of his cock against her ass through layers of cloth.
“Haah…”
She arched her back instinctively, sliding her arm around his neck and pulling him closer. He exhaled sharply against her ear, thrilled by the way she melted into him.
His hand moved again—under the hem of her skirt, then higher, then back down to squeeze her breast openly. He pinched her nipple through the thin top until it hardened instantly.
“What the—”
She shivered violently. The sensation was too much—too many eyes, too much heat, too much pleasure. Her legs weakened. She tried to step back, but he held her waist firmly and pressed his erection harder against her.
His fingers slid under her panties, finding her already dripping. The wet heat made him groan louder.
“Wait… I’m going to cum….”
“Haah… ah… aah… ahh… yes…”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the bathroom line. They scanned the hallway, then slipped into the men’s restroom. The moment the door locked, he backed her against the sink and kissed her neck.
“Come here.”
Su-hui’s pulse thundered. The club’s bass still pulsed through the walls, but inside this small space the air felt thick and intimate. She could already feel the massive bulge straining against his pants, the heat radiating from him like a furnace.
He reached under her skirt again, fingers parting her folds, sliding through her soaked center. She gasped, legs trembling.
“Aah… ah… haa…”
“You’re so wet already…”
He stroked her clit with slow, firm circles, then pushed two fingers inside, curling them against the sensitive spot that made her knees buckle. Su-hui clung to his shoulders, biting her lip to keep from crying out.
The door rattled. Someone tried to enter. He quickly dragged her into the nearest stall, pulled her panties down, and lifted her onto the toilet seat.
“Sit.”
She obeyed, heart hammering. He freed his cock—thick, veined, already leaking—and pressed the blunt head against her entrance.
“Ready?”
“Yes… yes…”
He thrust in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching her until she cried out. The burn was exquisite. Once he was buried to the hilt, he began to move—deep, powerful strokes that rocked her entire body.
The music from the club vibrated through the walls like a second heartbeat. Su-hui’s nails dug into his back as he fucked her harder, one hand covering her mouth to muffle her moans.
“Mmm… mmm…”
Her thighs shook violently around his hips. The pleasure was so intense she could barely breathe. He fucked her through it, relentless, until her walls clenched around him and she came with a silent cry against his palm.
“Haah… haah…”
He followed seconds later, burying himself deep and spilling hot inside her, groaning her name like a prayer.
When he finally pulled out, a thick trickle of cum leaked down her inner thigh. She looked up at him, eyes glassy, lips swollen, and whispered:
“That… was… insane.”
Hee-ju’s voice suddenly echoed from the other side of the door, playful and teasing as always.
“Su-hui-ya? Are you still in the bathroom? Heechan’s waiting for us outside~”
Su-hui covered her mouth with both hands, laughing breathlessly. The night was far from over.