Three of Us (2)
Chae-won was no longer content to simply watch. She shifted across the bed toward Ha Yul. The request in her eyes was unmistakable. Ha Yul lifted her chin with a fingertip. Chae-won offered no resistance. Instead, she met Ha Yul’s gaze with soft, steady eyes.
Ha Yul leaned down first and kissed her—slow, yet without hesitation. Chae-won’s lips were soft, already damp, and the moment they touched, the kiss deepened. Breath mingled, mouths opened, and Chae-won’s hands slid from Ha Yul’s wrist up her forearm to her shoulder.
Su-min was never the type to wait quietly at the side. She pressed herself against Chae-won’s back, lips finding the nape of her neck while one hand cupped her breast. Chae-won drew a small, sharp breath. The heavy weight of her breast filled Su-min’s palm, and Su-min whispered against her ear with a playful smile.
“Faster than yesterday.”
Chae-won’s cheeks flushed, yet she couldn’t hide her smile. “Like you’re one to talk.”
Ha Yul pulled them both down onto the bed. Chae-won fell back first; Su-min rolled neatly to the side, clearing space. The sheets wrinkled. Soft skin gleamed under the light. Even though Ha Yul had seen these bodies the night before, tonight they felt different. Her hands traced the memory of yesterday across their skin.
Chae-won’s body felt good beneath her palms—full, soft, yet never merely yielding. Her breasts were heavy enough to spill over Ha Yul’s hands, her waist narrow, the line from belly to hips smooth and continuous. Su-min clung to Ha Yul’s back, pressing her own chest—smaller than Chae-won’s but still well above average—firmly against her.
“Maybe I should’ve kept my clothes on. Last time you seemed to enjoy taking them off.”
“Depends on the situation.”
“And today?”
“Too impatient. Skipping it.”
Su-min laughed and nipped Ha Yul’s ear affectionately. Ha Yul gave her a light kiss in return, then gently pushed her aside before cupping Chae-won’s breast and kneading it slowly. She lowered her mouth to the nipple. Chae-won’s waist trembled.
Su-min didn’t wait her turn. She parted Chae-won’s thighs and pressed her mouth between them. Chae-won’s breathing fractured. Ha Yul watched her face from close range—the calm observer unraveling into something far more sensual. Eyelids grew heavy, lips parted, soft sounds escaped her throat.
Su-min clearly enjoyed seeing Chae-won like this. She touched deeper, bolder. Fingers slid, tongue met skin, thighs quivered. Ha Yul caught Su-min’s chin and turned her face for a kiss while sliding her own fingers deep inside her. Su-min’s thighs tensed, her stomach fluttered, and her hands fisted the sheets. Her reactions were nothing like Chae-won’s—every feeling, every spark of pleasure burst straight to the surface.
The sheets grew hotter. Chae-won responded to Ha Yul’s hands and mouth on one side while Su-min answered on the other. Ha Yul moved between them, steadily building their pleasure. When one breast filled her hand, the other woman’s legs wrapped around her waist. When she caught one mouth, the other woman’s hand stroked down her back. Three breaths tangled. The sheets twisted further into disarray.
Ha Yul rose briefly to fasten the strap-on properly and squeezed lubricant into her palm. The clear gel glistened over her fingers and the silicone. Chae-won stared, momentarily dazed. Su-min’s eyes sparkled.
“Who are you putting it in first?”
Ha Yul didn’t answer. She simply looked at them, offering the choice. Chae-won spoke first.
“Do Su-min first.”
“Why?”
“Because you get more worked up the longer you wait.”
Su-min laughed. “Or are you just embarrassed to show me how gone you get?”
Chae-won’s cheeks burned brighter, but she didn’t deny it. Ha Yul smiled faintly at their exchange and drew Su-min’s thighs toward her.
“Wow, we’re really doing this now.”
Su-min bent her knees and spread them. Ha Yul stroked the inside of her thighs, coaxing her to relax, then added more lubricant and checked with her fingers before lowering her hips. Su-min acted bold, yet the moment Ha Yul pushed inside, her eyes squeezed shut.
“Haa—!”
A short moan escaped both of them at once. The neural pads inside the harness activated, sending a faint electric vibration through Ha Yul’s skin. Subtle, yet unmistakable. The circuits reading pelvic pressure and weight shift had come online. An ordinary person might only feel the harness strapped on, but a martial artist like Ha Yul experienced it differently. She felt the device as an extension of her own body—knowing instinctively which angle kept her stable, which pressure triggered the strongest feedback. Her trained lower body adapted to the new functions at once.
Ha Yul didn’t rush. She pushed in slowly, paused, then eased deeper. Su-min’s abs fluttered beneath her skin; her thighs tightened, then gradually loosened. Ha Yul kept one hand on her thigh, the other stroking down her stomach, savoring the way the firm body softened under her touch.
“How is it?”
“Good,” Su-min panted, laughing. “Better than I expected. What about you, unnie?”
The harness’s sensors read every contraction and tremor inside Su-min and fed it back to Ha Yul as sensation—thin, hot pulses. Ha Yul swallowed a low breath.
“……Me too.”
Chae-won leaned in, lifting Su-min’s head to kiss her. The two of them were lovers, so the contact felt natural. Su-min kissed back even as Ha Yul’s hips rocked her, while Chae-won grew quietly hotter watching her partner come undone beneath another woman.
When Ha Yul began moving in earnest, Su-min’s reactions grew louder. A martial artist’s pelvis never lost its center; power transferred cleanly. Where an ordinary person’s rhythm might falter with rising excitement, Ha Yul only grew steadier. Every squeeze, every flutter, every arch of Su-min’s back fed back to her, sharpening her precision. Su-min unraveled completely beneath that steady rhythm. The bright, outgoing woman looked beautiful when pleasure stripped her of control—her face showing exactly what she felt, never hiding how much she wanted more.
“More,” Su-min gasped. “Unnie, a little more—”
She called Ha Yul’s name like a plea. The harness translated every fierce contraction back to Ha Yul with perfect clarity. For a moment Ha Yul closed her eyes, riding the sensation. Heat surged through her pelvis and spine.
Chae-won watched from beside them, breathing hard, one hand gripping Ha Yul’s arm. The sight of her lover falling apart beneath another woman—and the knowledge that the same woman would soon turn to her—sent fresh heat through her body.
Ha Yul gave Su-min exactly what she asked for, speeding up and driving deeper. Su-min’s hips jerked; her head fell back. Chae-won reached over and squeezed her breast. Su-min moaned like she was crying. Ha Yul kept working inside her for a long while before finally withdrawing and changing position. She turned Su-min onto her stomach and lifted her hips. Healthy legs and round, firm cheeks stood out under the light. When Ha Yul ran a hand down the curve of her waist, Su-min glanced back with a smile—face flushed, breath short, yet still laughing.
“This position’s good, right?”
“Obviously.”
This angle was more direct. Ha Yul gripped Su-min’s waist firmly. The bed creaked with each thrust. Su-min tried to hold back her laughter at first, then her voice rose, thighs trembling, fingers clutching the pillow. From behind, the flex of her back and waist, the tightening of her cheeks, the quiver in her legs were all clearly visible.
Chae-won couldn’t simply watch anymore. She slipped a hand between her own legs. Ha Yul didn’t want to leave her alone.
“Chae-won.”
At the sound of her name, Chae-won paused.
“Come here.”
Chae-won hesitated only a moment before crawling closer. Ha Yul kept one hand on Su-min’s waist while the other caught Chae-won’s chin and drew her into a deep, slow kiss. Even as they kissed, Su-min’s body kept rocking, the motion and sound feeding straight into Chae-won’s rising heat.
When Su-min finally shuddered through her climax, Ha Yul slowed and withdrew. Su-min collapsed onto the bed, panting, while Chae-won gently stroked her back—the touch of a lover, tender yet unmistakably intimate.
“You okay?” Chae-won asked.
Su-min laughed breathlessly. “I feel like I’m dying…… in the best way.”
Ha Yul smiled at their exchange, then turned fully toward Chae-won. It was her turn now.
Chae-won was far quieter than Su-min, yet already thoroughly wet. When Ha Yul parted her thighs and slid her fingers inside, Chae-won swallowed a breath. Outwardly calm, her body was far more sensitive than it appeared—every tiny stimulus drew a strong response. Ha Yul explored her slowly with fingers, lips, and tongue, watching the way Chae-won’s grip on the sheets tightened bit by bit.
Ha Yul rose slightly and pressed their hips together. She moved slowly, carefully, yet not so slowly as to tease. Chae-won’s eyes closed at the first pressure, then opened again so she could watch. Ha Yul met her gaze and began to move. The harness responded at once.
Chae-won was nothing like Su-min. Instead of fierce thrusts, she gripped and held, each small contraction lingering, every tremor finely layered. The feedback Ha Yul received felt different—short, sharp pulses from Su-min; long, dragging sensation from Chae-won. Ha Yul exhaled softly. This was definitely different.
“You……” Chae-won managed between ragged breaths. “You’re really…… feeling it, aren’t you?”
Ha Yul nodded. Chae-won’s face flushed deeper, shame and arousal rising together. Su-min, watching from the side, laughed and dragged her half-melted body over to wrap around Chae-won’s chest and shoulders.
“Chae-won-ah, you……” She grinned. “You look incredibly lewd right now.”
Chae-won looked away. “Be quiet……”
Ha Yul hooked Chae-won’s legs over her shoulders and pushed deeper than before. Chae-won clutched Ha Yul’s arms, fingertips pressing hard. Her body was soft, yet inside she gripped tightly. Her hips rose unconsciously; her breathing grew shallow, then deep. Ha Yul paused to study her face. Chae-won’s eyes were half-lidded, meeting Ha Yul’s gaze—shame, tension, trust, and unmistakable desire all visible at once.
“You okay?”
Chae-won nodded. “Yes……” Then, in a tiny voice, added, “Please…… give me more.”
That pleading tone struck something deep inside Ha Yul. If Chae-won wanted more, Ha Yul could give it—deeper, longer, hotter. She lowered her hips and moved with steady pressure. Chae-won’s back arched quickly. Each thrust made her breasts sway; her long hair spilled across the pillow and sheets. Su-min watched for a moment before giving in, cupping Chae-won’s breast and catching the nipple between her lips. Chae-won gasped sharply at the added sensation.
The three bodies tangled once more. Ha Yul moved inside Chae-won while Su-min touched her from the side, and Chae-won called both their names between broken breaths. It wasn’t simply holding two women at once. It felt like stepping between two lovers and becoming the third point of heat connecting them.
The scent of blood felt distant. The cold air of the dissection room seemed like another world entirely compared to the bed beneath them.
“Ha Yul, damn……” Chae-won’s voice was far more undone than before. “It feels…… so good. You’re hitting exactly…… the right spots.”
Exactly. As a hunter, as a martial artist, she had always used her body that way—targeting a monster’s arteries, forcing regeneration, making it rupture. Now that same precision was being used to satisfy two women. Strangely, it felt good.
Su-min had wrapped herself around Ha Yul’s waist again. True to her nature, she was already heating up once more after her climax and reached out to touch both Ha Yul and Chae-won at once, squeezing breasts and flicking nipples, clearly enjoying every reaction she drew.
Chae-won tensed and released beneath Ha Yul again and again. Ha Yul kept pushing in slowly, withdrawing, then pressing deep. Climax arrived not as an explosion but as long-built heat finally spilling over. All three were breathing hard; their skin glistened with sweat and warmth.
Only after a long while did the movement slow. When Ha Yul finally removed the harness and set it aside, a faint echo of pressure lingered at her hips, and a subtle vibration still seemed to hum inside her. She settled between Chae-won and Su-min. Su-min rested her forehead against Ha Yul’s thigh with a melted expression, while Chae-won quietly caught her breath, strands of hair clinging to her face. Both were still warm, soft, alive.
The bedroom was quiet, filled only with the sound of their breathing and the soft rustle of sheets. Ha Yul reached up and tucked Chae-won’s damp hair behind her ear, then slowly stroked Su-min’s back with her other hand.
After a while, Su-min spoke in a hoarse voice.
“Ha……” She gave a small laugh. “I really won’t be able to forget this unnie for a while.”
Chae-won, eyes closed, added in a near-whisper, “Me too.”
Ha Yul smiled at their words, then suddenly recalled what Seol-hwa had said back at the lab.
Your body is too quiet. I can’t feel the poison.
But right now, it was different. Ha Yul’s body was not quiet. Two living women leaned against her, touched her, trembled, laughed, and came undone—and her body responded fully. Of course, the scent of blood had not completely vanished from her mind. The lab, the blood essence, the process of creating monsters, the hunt that would resume tomorrow—they were all still there. Even so, the warmth of the two women beside her, laughing until they were exhausted, pushed everything else a little farther away.