The Connecting Room
"Like at Seo-ah's shoot the day before yesterday."
Lara spoke from where she knelt on the dressing room floor. Monday afternoon — Yura had been choosing a dress for that night when she stopped, hangers still clutched in her hand.
"...What?"
"In front of the Chairman, I'll go as the Mistress. You just... stay at my feet. That's all it takes, isn't it?"
It was the kind of talk that a single word — how dare livestock — would have ended on the spot. But Lara's face was the face of someone whose calculations were already finished.
"The Chairman has known me as you for a year now. Going on top in front of the mirror, taking him inside — all of it. If you showed up in my place, he'd notice the difference right away."
She wasn't wrong. No one knew the nights of that first year better than Yura did. The nights spent on her back under Tae-kyung's thick hands, staring at the ceiling while his cock moved in and out of her, waiting for it to be over. She had hated it enough that a year ago she'd started sending Lara instead, and since then Tae-kyung had never once complained.
Lara slid something out from under the mat and held it out in both hands. A yellow square tag. R-0412 engraved in black on the front; on the back, a clip made to bite an earlobe.
"I placed the order with the prop room from your phone. It's logged as a photoshoot piece, so scanners won't flag it."
My phone...? When...?
It must have been after the armchair, the day before yesterday. Since that evening — the one where Yura had come twice, and a single phone call from Serin had made her pussy flinch all over again.
Yura could neither take the tag nor push it away.
On Lara's left earlobe the real tag swayed, yellow. Have that one removed and transferred, and within ten minutes the Bureau's alarm would be screaming; both of them, tag-swapped, would be dragged in for Illegal Tag Exchange. Hence the prop. A toy fake — clip it on, take it off, and it was over.
"...You handle the old man's moods. All I have to do is kneel next to you, don't I?"
She told herself she had simply picked the more comfortable side. Lara would be the one taking Tae-kyung's cock; all she had to do was sit on the floor.
But she knew, underneath it all. It was because of that feeling — thighs pressed together, pussy soaking, in front of the monitor. This time she didn't want a screen between them. She wanted to hear it with her own ears, feel it in her own body.
"Yes, Mistress."
Lara bowed her head. One corner of her mouth seemed to curl — but her face dropped before Yura could be sure.
At seven that evening, the black SUV Serin drove pulled up in front of Hotel Servan.
"The Chairman is in 2104. He's holding 2105 for you, ma'am — the room with the connecting door. I'll be in the lounge."
Yura got out without answering. Lara in the gray slip followed one step behind. The mistress with her bracelet, the livestock with her real tag — passing through the lobby, it was the arrangement as always.
The moment the door of 2105 closed, Yura pulled down the zipper of her dress. She stepped out of her panties as well, and cool air touched her bare pussy. She took the slip Lara had peeled off over her head and slipped it on.
Lara's body heat still lingered in the thin fabric. When the hem brushed her nipples with nothing underneath, the peaks stiffened. Between her thighs was already slick.
Yura unclasped the silver bracelet and fastened it around Lara's left wrist. Click — a red dot lit the corner of the little display. Lara fitted a flesh-toned cover over her own tag and let her hair down. When Yura removed both drop earrings and handed one over, Lara hung it from her right ear.
"Hold still."
Lara pressed the prop tag to Yura's left earlobe and squeezed the clip shut. It pinched, tight. The metal biting into her lobe sent a strange pressure all the way down to her lower belly, and her pussy flinched entirely on its own.
Lara's fingers swept Yura's hair back behind her ear. So the tag would show. This was an ear that used to slap away anyone who touched it — and Yura held still.
In the mirror stood a livestock in a gray slip, yellow tag bared, nipples stiff beneath the hem. Beside her, a woman in Yura's dress lifted her chin.
"I'll leave the connecting door open. If you hate it, you can cross over here anytime."
Lara opened the door between the two rooms. The instant she crossed the threshold, her shoulders squared and her voice dropped a register.
"Follow me."
Room 2104 was spacious. The wall opposite the foot of the king bed was mirror from edge to edge, and Tae-kyung sat propped against the headboard in a robe, a whiskey in hand. Fifty-two, silver hair swept back. The fingers wrapped around the glass were thick.
"There you are, CEO Kang. Both of you, stand in front of the mirror. Side by side."
The two of them stood before the glass. Tae-kyung looked for a long while. The faces, the breasts, the waists — down to the mole beneath the collarbone.
"Whew. Identical, really. Livestock, kneel."
Yura knelt. The carpet rasped against her bare knees, and beneath the short hem of the slip her wet pussy met the open air. In the mirror, her own face in the dress gazed down at her own kneeling face.
"Kneeling with her mistress's face on — quite the sight. CEO Kang, what's this one good for?"
"Our livestock? Her mouth's good for something. Being a bug and all."
Lara answered in Yura's own cadence. Livestock are bugs — the exact tone Yura used on Seo-ah in the studio. When the words that used to leave her own mouth came falling onto her own head, her pussy clenched.
Tae-kyung climbed off the bed and flicked up the tag dangling from Yura's earlobe with one thick finger.
"Tags are light these days."
Her breath stopped. If he so much as produced a reader, it was over.
"Chairman, did you summon us just to touch a bug's ear?"
Lara said it, drawing down the zipper of her dress. Braless breasts came bare. Tae-kyung laughed and let the tag go — and Yura, without meaning to, raised her eyes to his face.
"Where do you think you're looking, you bug of a bitch."
The voice was unhurried.
"...Yes, Chairman."
It left her mouth before she could think. She lowered her eyes, and beneath the slip a thread of arousal ran down the inside of her thigh.
Tae-kyung leaned back against the headboard again and opened his robe. Lara, naked, climbed up over him and sat facing the mirror with her legs spread. His cock, dark and corded with veins, twitched beneath Lara's ass.
"Livestock, kneel at the foot of the bed. Face the mirror. Hands on your knees."
Yura knelt at the foot of the bed, eyes on the mirror, the bed right at her back. In the glass, her own face knelt at the very bottom — and directly above it, her own face rode Tae-kyung's cock, the two images stacked.
Lara took the thick cock in hand, fitted it against her entrance, and lowered herself slowly. In the mirror, a pussy identical to Yura's bit down on the glans and swallowed the shaft inch by inch.
"It's... going in."
"That's right."
In the mirror, her own face took the thick cock to the root by herself and ground her hips back and forth. The creak of it came from just behind her skull.
The mirror hid nothing. Pussy lips forced wide on either side of the thick shaft, the clit flushed red and swollen above them, pink inner flesh dragged out every time the cock pulled back. Her own pussy — one Yura had never once looked at in a mirror.
"Hey, bug. Your mistress was a dead fish her first year."
Kneading the ass wrapped around his cock with a thick hand, Tae-kyung addressed the livestock.
"That's enough of that, Chairman."
The words Yura used to say to Tae-kyung. Lara said them while slamming her hips down even deeper onto the cock. Only two people in this room knew who that dead fish had been.
That's me. In front of livestock, he's running me down...
She should have been furious. Instead, a drop of arousal fell from between her knees onto the carpet.
"These days, CEO Kang's pussy tastes the best."
"You talk too much. Fuck me."
Even as she said it, Lara spread her knees wider and arched back, offering the cock-stuffed pussy up to the mirror in full.
Lara picked up the pace. Her ass slapped against Tae-kyung's thighs again and again, her breasts bouncing. Her moans were low and short — just like Yura's.
"Hah."
"There."
Only her hips knew no way to stop.
Head bowed over the cock pounding into her, Lara looked down at the livestock at her feet.
"Chairman, give the livestock a good show. She has to learn."
"Learn? What's a bug going to learn?"
"How to serve her mistress."
Tae-kyung laughed and spread Lara's ass wide in his grip. The cock slamming home to the hilt was laid bare in the very center of the mirror. Yura couldn't look away. From where she knelt she stared up at a pussy identical to her own, stuffed with a man's cock to the root, arousal dripping in strings.
"You see this, livestock?"
"...Yes, Chairman."
"And your pussy? Is it wet?"
Yura kept her mouth shut. In the mirror, Lara looked down at her with the cock buried in her pussy.
"Answer."
It was Lara's voice. Yura's voice, aimed at Yura.
"...Yes, Chairman."
"Haha. A bug that gets wet watching her mistress take cock. A bitch wearing her mistress's face with her legs spread really is a different breed."
Yura pressed her thighs tightly together.
He said hands on knees. He never said a word about my thighs.
Her clit pressed between them, a tingling current climbing her spine.
Tae-kyung sat up and pulled Lara back against his chest. Thick hands seized her breasts and twisted her nipples. And from below he drove up into her — smack, smack.
"Ahhn... there, more...!"
For the first time, Lara's moan stretched out long. At the joining in the mirror, frothy arousal ran down along the base of the cock.
"Livestock, keep that mouth open. I'll be using it later."
Yura opened her mouth. In the mirror, the kneeling face gaped upward, watching the cock pound into a pussy identical to its own.
Yura's pussy bit at empty air in time with that rhythm. She'd been told to keep her hands on her knees. Without rubbing her clit even once, she listened to the sound of her own face being fucked against her back and watched it happen in the mirror.
"I'm coming, CEO Kang."
"...Come, then."
Tae-kyung dragged Lara's hips down and stopped, buried to the root. In the mirror, her pussy visibly gripped and gripped again. White cum leaked out around the edges of the buried cock.
"Mmmh... ah......"
Lara came too — low and short, just like Yura. But her thighs trembled long afterward, and the cum-filled pussy clenched several more times. Yura's hands balled into fists on her knees. From the livestock's place, she watched to the very end as her own face in the mirror came, receiving another man's cum.
Lara lifted herself off slowly. Cum stretched in a thread from the tip of the cock as it slipped free, and white seeped from her spread pussy down the inside of her thigh. Lara climbed off the bed, settled into the armchair by the window, and crossed her legs. Even with white soaking through between her crossed thighs, her chin stayed high.
His cum-slicked cock swinging, Tae-kyung shifted to the edge of the bed. His legs came down on either side of the kneeling livestock's back.
"Livestock. Turn around."
Yura turned on her knees. A half-hard cock hung before her eyes, glazed with a mess of cum and Lara's arousal.
"It's been inside your mistress's pussy. Clean it."
Yura didn't move. Two steps to her right, the door to 2105 stood open. She could get up and cross over, and that would be the end of it. No one would stop her.
From the armchair, Lara spoke.
"What are you doing. Clean it up."
The words Yura used on Lara — the words she used in front of Seo-ah. Clean it up. A bug wearing my face ought to be good for something.
Stand up. Now. The door is right there.
Yura stuck out her tongue.
The tip of it touched the base of the cock. Salty, brackish. And beneath that lay a familiar scent — the same smell of arousal that rose from her own pussy.
She had never even put Minhyuk's cock in her mouth. She used to call it the sort of thing only livestock did — and now she was doing it wearing a livestock's tag. Yura stretched her tongue long and licked up the cum from root to glans. A thick film coated her tongue.
"That's it. Flatten that tongue wide."
As she licked, Tae-kyung's hand settled on the back of her head. He didn't press. The weight that merely rested there was more shameful than any shove.
Yura licked one flank, then the other, then traced the hollow beneath the glans with the tip of her tongue. Cum ran down her chin. When her lips closed over the glans, the cock twitched rigid in her mouth. She suckled out the last drop beaded at the slit.
"Not done yet. It ran down below, too."
Cum had run down the shaft as far as his balls. Yura bowed her head lower and pressed her tongue to the wrinkled sack. Four days ago, this had been a place she knew only through an earpiece — from the sounds Lara made for Minhyuk. She swallowed the cum pooled on her tongue, then took each ball between her lips in turn, held it, released it.
"Huh. And nobody even taught you."
I was never taught. ...I only listened.
The thought made her pussy clench again. Yura rose back up, wrapped her lips around the glans, and slowly took half the shaft. Her tongue swirled around the mouthful of cock, cleaning away what remained.
On her tongue, the cock began to thicken again. Every time the shaft surged, Yura's pussy flinched in answer.
The CEO of Raon... is wearing a livestock tag, sucking cum off an old man's cock.
Even thinking it that clearly, her lips would not release the glans.
"How does your mistress's pussy taste, bug?"
"..."
"Answer."
Yura lifted her lips from the glans and, with the cum-slicked cock inches from her face, opened her mouth.
"...Yes, Chairman."
"I ask how it tastes and she says 'yes, Chairman.' Haha. Well, she follows orders beautifully."
Yura took the cock back into her mouth and lowered her eyes. Her mouth was slick with cum and Lara's arousal. When she swallowed, her throat burned hot.
"CEO Kang, look at the mirror. Your livestock's dripping all over my floor."
The mirror behind her would be catching her kneeling ass. Beneath the slip's hem, between her spread thighs — even the string of arousal stretching down to the carpet.
"Because she's a bug."
Lara said it from the armchair, legs still crossed. She didn't even raise her voice.
Tae-kyung slapped his knee, laughing.
"Licking up the cum from her mistress's pussy with her mistress's own face. You couldn't buy a show like this for thirty million won."
It's not just the face. Your mistress is the one licking. Kang Yura — your cock.
With her hands still flat on her knees, Yura squeezed her thighs once more. Something burst from her crushed clit.
"Mmmh...!"
Yura moaned around the glans. Her untouched pussy clenched hard on nothing, convulsing. The toes of her right foot scraped the carpet.
Even as the convulsions ran through her, Yura kept the cock in her mouth. Between the moans leaking through her lips, her tongue went on cleaning the glans. No one told her to stop. No one told her to continue.
"Look at this bitch. Finishing her chores before she goes."
Tae-kyung laughed and drew his cock out. Cum and saliva hung in a strand from Yura's lower lip. He tipped her chin up with thick fingers and studied her face at his leisure.
"Enough. Go wash."
Back in 2105, they changed clothes without a word. Yura rinsed her mouth at the sink exactly once. The dress was warm — Lara had worn it and taken it off. And though Lara's shower was brief, as she pulled the slip back on, another line of Tae-kyung's cum slid down the inside of her thigh.
In the passenger seat of the SUV home, Yura checked the silver bracelet twice with her right hand. Her earlobe still throbbed with the clip's imprint. In the back seat, Lara in the gray slip sat with her knees drawn together.
"Lara. Sweep your hair back. Let me see the tag."
Her voice was hoarse. The first words she produced in her mistress's voice came out cracked.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Ma'am, is your throat all right?"
"It's just dry."
The taste of cum still lingered under her tongue. Yura looked out the window. When she pressed her thighs together, she could feel how wet the pussy inside the dress still was.
Then her phone rang. Tae-kyung's name lit up the screen. She had always answered this number with a single phrase.
"Speak."
It meant business only — and Tae-kyung always led with business.
"...Yes, Chairman."
The ends of her words dragged. On the passenger seat, her knees drew together all on their own. Between her pressed thighs, her wet pussy clenched once, and her eyes had already dropped to her feet.
Only after hanging up did she understand. The words she'd spoken an hour ago on her knees on that carpet had come out in exactly that voice. In the driver's seat, Serin glanced back at her once in the rearview mirror.
Tae-kyung chuckled, unhurried.