The Dolls' Banquet
A ragged moan tore from between my lips.
"Nngh... khh...!"
I was at my limit. The two women's heat climbing my thighs, those tongues dragging relentlessly up the length of my cock — it was only a matter of time before the last taut thread of reason snapped.
"I'm coming. Open your mouths. Don't spill a single drop."
At the low command, Jisu and Yura parted their lips on reflex. They shoved at each other's heads and lunged for my swollen cock like it was a prize, competing for it.
A slave bought for a hundred million, and a slave bound by her own secrets. The jealousy and possessiveness of two women, twisted into a single obscene tableau.
I snapped my hips and emptied everything I had been holding back across their faces. Hot, musky white splattered over their lips, their jaws, the trembling fringe of their eyelashes.
"Kyah!"
"Nnh!"
They squeezed their eyes shut against the sudden burst. But they didn't pull away. They couldn't. Taking their master's mark across their whole bodies was a slave's highest duty and her deepest pleasure — and their bodies remembered that long before their minds did.
Saliva and cum mixed and ran down their collarbones, pooling in the cleft of their breasts. The thick, night-blooming stink of it filled the car.
"Hahh... haah..."
I leaned back against the seat and dragged in a rough breath. The sight spread out in front of me was wrecked and beautiful. Two of the most elite college girls in the country, kneeling between my legs with their faces ruined. A choker around each throat — one with a gold ring, the other with silver.
"You're supposed to swallow it clean. It's all over your faces."
Jisu startled and reached up to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand.
"No. Don't use your hands. Not your hands."
"What...?"
"Clean each other off. With your tongues."
Jisu and Yura's pupils shook at the same instant. However far they had already fallen, licking another woman's face clean of a man's cum was a humiliation of an entirely different order.
"Did you not hear me? Earn that hundred million. You too, Madam President."
At the prod, Yura moved first. Whether it was the groveling of a woman who had taken the money, or just the lewdness she was born with, she brought her tongue to the white streak on Jisu's cheek.
"Nnh...!? Ah..."
Jisu flinched her shoulder but didn't push her away. Yura's tongue traced down Jisu's cheek and lingered at the corner of her mouth. A moment later Jisu gave in, and her own tongue caught the drop clinging to Yura's jaw.
Wet, naked sounds filled the cramped car. Their saliva and my spend mixed and passed from one tongue to the other. There was no more perfect ritual of submission. The two of them were no longer simple rivals. Bound together by my cum, they had become something they could never walk away from — accomplices. Sisters.
"Good girls. You look beautiful like this."
Drunk on the satisfaction of it, I stroked both their heads. I tossed them a pack of wet wipes, and only then did the two of them seem to come back to themselves, hurriedly wiping their faces and putting their clothes in order. They scrubbed away the smeared lipstick and tucked their tangled hair behind their ears.
But the chokers around their throats were not coming off. They turned up their collars and tried to hide the leather under their hair, but the cold weight of it would not disappear.
"I'm hungry. Let's go eat. Both of you, back to your seats."
I waited until they had climbed into the back, then turned the key. The engine growled to life, smooth and low as a big cat stretching.
"Uh... where are we going?"
Jisu's voice was tight with nerves. She was clearly terrified we'd end up somewhere crowded, somewhere someone might spot the choker.
"Relax. We're going somewhere it'll just be us. A place nobody's going to walk in on."
I turned the wheel and pulled out of campus.
A private dining room in Cheongdam-dong. No sign on the street, no entry without a reservation — a high-end Japanese restaurant built from the ground up to protect the privacy of its VVIP clientele.
The room they showed us into was spare and silent. A low hardwood table sat on the tatami, with a well cut beneath it so you could stretch your legs.
"Sit."
I took the seat of honor and put the two of them on either side of me. A waitress in a kimono came in and handed us menus. Her gaze flicked across both women's throats as she set the cards down.
Jisu flinched and covered her neck with her hair on instinct. Yura made a show of studying the menu as if nothing were wrong, but the fingertips on her teacup were trembling.
"The most expensive omakase course. For three. And sake — junmai daiginjo. Bring the best you have."
"Very well, sir."
The waitress left. The sliding door shut. The sealed room was ours again.
"Relax. The soundproofing in here is excellent. You could scream and nobody would hear a thing."
I draped an arm around Jisu's shoulders.
"You think I can relax like this? How am I supposed to eat... it's choking me. I can barely swallow..."
She made a miserable face and fussed at her throat. The leather choker cinched against her windpipe with every breath. Every time she swallowed, her throat would brush the metal ring — a cold, foreign pressure she couldn't ignore.
"That's the point. When you eat. When you drink. I want you to feel that I'm right here. Always."
I caught her earlobe between my teeth, just hard enough to make her feel it.
"And you'll be working off the meal later, right? This isn't cheap."
Jisu didn't answer. Instead her hand settled on my thigh. She didn't need to be told anymore. She reached for me on her own now — a girl already halfway tamed.
The food began to arrive. Brilliant sashimi and meticulously formed sushi filled the table. But the two of them were too busy watching my face to taste any of it.
"Say ah."
I picked up a slice of tuna belly and brought it to Yura's mouth. She opened for it and took it in.
"Good?"
"Yeah... it's good, oppa. It just melts."
"Your turn, then. Feed me. With your mouth."
"Huh...?"
"Pass it to me with your mouth. Like a mother bird feeding her chick."
Yura hesitated for a beat, then held a piece of the red tuna between her lips and leaned in. Soft fish and her warm tongue slid into my mouth together. Lukewarm saliva and cold sashimi mixed into something strange and faintly briny.
"Good girl. You're getting better at kissing, too."
I caught the back of her neck and kept the kiss going, slow and wet. Beside us, Jisu was staring a hole through the two of us. Jealousy. And under it, the raw need to be loved the same way — to be praised by her master, too.
I checked her face from the corner of my eye, then slipped a hand under the table and into her skirt.
"Hhn!"
Jisu made a short, bitten-off sound. My fingers had found the soaked crotch of her panties through her stockings.
"Should I feed you with the other mouth, sunbae? You look hungry."
Her face went as red as a tomato about to split.
"Don't...! The waiter's going to come in..."
"Even better if she does. The student council president, legs spread and soaking wet in a restaurant. That's a thrill, isn't it?"
I hooked her panties aside and touched the wet flesh directly. Slick heat wrapped my fingers. She was already full of it. She could say no all she wanted — the tension of sitting in public with a choker around her throat had only wound her tighter.
A knock.
"Pardon me. The next course is ready."
At the waitress's voice, Jisu panicked and clamped her thighs together, trying to push my hand out. I didn't stop. I pushed a middle finger straight into her instead, all the way in.
"Nngh...!"
Jisu clapped a hand over her mouth. The sliding door rasped open. The waitress stepped in with a plate and froze. Jisu's face was flushed a deep red, her whole body curled in on itself and shaking.
"Miss...? Is everything all right?"
The waitress asked it with what sounded like genuine concern. Jisu's eyes jerked wildly. My finger was still moving inside her. What if she looks under the table?
"Ah — no, I'm fine..."
"My companion isn't feeling well. A bit of motion sickness, I think."
Jisu answered first, face burning; I added the rest as if nothing in the world were wrong. And the whole time, my finger kept stroking along her inner wall.
"I see. Shall I bring some water?"
"That won't be necessary."
The waitress still looked puzzled, but she set the dishes on the table. The clink of porcelain landing on wood sounded as loud as thunder. Her gaze drifted for a second toward the well beneath the table, toward Jisu's legs.
Jisu stopped breathing. My hand didn't. I pressed into her G-spot, a slow, deliberate prod.
"Hnn...!"
A smothered moan slipped out of her. The waitress looked up again.
"Are you quite sure she's all right?"
"Yes. She's fine, as I said."
I let my eyes harden. The waitress bowed in a hurry and got out. The instant the door shut, Jisu dragged in the breath she had been holding and went slack in the legs.
"Haaah...! Please... stop... I'm going to...!"
"Why? You're enjoying this, sunbae. Feel how tight you are. You're going to snap my finger off."
I pulled my hand free and held it up in front of her face. A glistening thread of clear wetness stretched between my fingers.
"Who needs a side dish. Natural sauce."
I put the finger in my mouth and sucked it clean. Jisu watched me do it with a strange look on her face — shame, yes, but under it a sadistic little rush of belonging, the knowledge that this man would put her on his tongue without a second thought.
"Yura. You can't lose to her, can you? You've got a hundred million to earn."
I turned to her.
"Get under the table."
"Huh...?"
"Under the table. Suck me off. Time for dessert."
"Here...? What if we get caught..."
"Then don't get caught. No noise. You know the penalty is ten times the contract fee if you slip up, right?"
Yura hesitated a moment, then slid off her cushion and crawled into the dark beneath the table. From under the cloth came the sound of my zipper coming down.
"Jisu. Keep watch. See if anyone's coming. You're an accomplice now."
"You are... the worst..."
She grumbled, but she picked up her chopsticks and pretended to eat, her eyes locked on the door. An accomplice. We were a complete unit now.
A warm, soft mouth closed around me under the table. Yura's technique had been getting sharper by the day. I tipped my sake cup and pressed her head down with my foot, the way you'd idly stroke a pet dog lying under the dinner table.
The table shivered, just slightly. Jisu tried not to show anything as she picked up another piece of sashimi, but her face was already flushed. She was picturing it — what was happening right now between my legs, in the dark under that table. And she was feeling the urge to crawl down there herself.
"Want a turn, sunbae?"
Her chopsticks stopped.
"......No."
"Liar. Your legs are shaking. And that look in your eyes is filthy."
I filled her empty cup to the brim.
"Drink this and get down there. Yura's jaw must be tired. Switch."
Jisu drained the cup in one go. The alcohol ran through her blood and loosened the last knot of reason. She rose slowly from her seat — and vanished under the table.
A moment later Yura climbed back up, her face burning. The corner of her mouth shone with my precum. She sat, grabbed her water, and drank it in greedy swallows.
And below, a new sensation started. Jisu. She was rougher than Yura, and more desperate. The gold ring on her choker knocked cold against my thigh, as if she meant to prove her own worth with this — to prove she was the superior slave.
I looked from one woman to the other and smiled. At school they were untouchable goddesses. Down here they were just slaves working their tongues at my feet. The pleasure of that inverted hierarchy hit harder than any drug.
"That's it... just like that..."
I closed my eyes and let the moment fill me. A fortune of four and a half billion, and two beautiful slaves. But it wasn't enough. When this meal was over, we would go somewhere more private. And there I intended to give these two dolls a new role — not merely sexual slaves, but pieces on the board I would use to expand my empire.