The Leash and Champagne

The night streets of Gangnam glittered. Neon bled across rain-slicked asphalt in long, dreamlike smears, and a black Mercedes S-Class cut through that river of light as if the road itself had gone liquid.

"Oppa, where are we going? A club?"

Yura asked from the back seat, her voice bright with excitement as she watched the city roll past the window. The tension from the Japanese restaurant had already melted away. Her eyes sparkled again with curiosity and anticipation.

Jisu, on the other hand, still looked pale, glancing around as if she were waiting for the other shoe to drop. She kept slipping a finger under the gold choker around her neck, trying to loosen it. The sight was pitiful — and it stirred something sadistic in me.

"Yeah. Octagon."

"No way! For real? I've never been there! That's insane!"

Yura let out a cheer. In 2014, Octagon was the hottest club in Korea — a crucible where money, desire, and youth boiled together into something molten.

"How about you, President? Ever been?"

I glanced at Jisu in the rearview mirror.

"No... I don't really like loud places... or crowds."

Her voice trailed off. The compulsion to maintain her dignity as student council president. The honor-student complex. To her, a club was forbidden territory.

"Perfect. Tonight I'll corrupt you properly. Time you saw a whole new world."

I turned the wheel and pulled up at the club entrance. A line of people snaked along the sidewalk, men and women dressed to kill, waiting to get in. We didn't have to. I tossed the keys to the valet and called the VIP host I'd booked in advance. A man in a crisp suit came sprinting out like his life depended on it.

"Mr. Park Dohun! We've been expecting you. Right this way to the VVIP room."

His rigid ninety-degree bow pulled every eye in the line. Envy and jealousy, thick enough to touch. Yura squared her shoulders and walked like she owned the place, drinking in those stares. Jisu shrank behind us, embarrassed.

We skipped the regular entrance entirely and went in through the VIP red-carpet corridor.

I swallowed as we climbed the stairs. Honestly, I was a little nervous.

I'd been here in my previous life. Back then, my friends and I had scraped together enough cash for a single table and spent the night packed in with the crowd, breathing other people's sweat. This — a host escorting us, people stepping aside — this was a first. The lights, the music slamming against my eardrums, the stares pouring in from every direction — it was all unfamiliar, almost dizzying. My heart hammered. I didn't let it show. I lifted my chin and walked like a man who'd been treated this way his entire life.

Two women were walking behind me. For them, I had to be the king of this night.

The moment the doors opened, a bass line hit me in the chest. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Music so loud it numbed the ears. Lasers cutting through the dark. Hundreds of bodies tangled together, dripping sweat, dancing like a vision of hell dedicated to pleasure.

"Holy shit..."

Yura's mouth hung open. Jisu stared around in a daze. This was a different world from the one they'd lived in — raw, primal, overflowing with energy.

They led us to a VVIP room on the second floor. Floor-to-ceiling glass looked down over the stage below. But the glass was a one-way mirror — we could see everything, and no one could see us. A perfect voyeur's nest. A fortress of private pleasure.

"Champagne. Set it up."

I dropped onto the sofa and ordered without looking at him.

"Which bottle would you like, sir?"

"Dom Pérignon Luminous. Ten bottles. Bring them in as a train. Make it a show."

"Yes, sir!"

The host's grin stretched ear to ear. Fair enough — I was about to make his entire night's numbers by myself.

A few minutes later, whistles shrieked and a champagne train came rolling toward our table, sparklers blazing.

"Wooo! Oppa, you're the best!"

Yura clapped, delighted. Jisu just sat there, overwhelmed by the spectacle.

I popped a bottle and filled the glasses. My hand almost trembled. I clenched it tight and hid it.

"Drink. It's no fun if you're sober."

"Thanks, Oppa!"

Yura drained hers first. Jisu hesitated, then lifted her glass. The cold fizz slid down my throat and loosened the knot in my chest, just a little.

"Alright. Time to play."

I set my glass down and looked at the two of them. Under the club's strobing lights, they looked even more tempting.

"Stand up."

They rose, awkward and uncertain.

"Dance."

"In here...?"

Jisu glanced around. She didn't know the glass was one-way. She was still thinking about the people outside.

"What, you shy?"

"People can see us... everyone's looking..."

"Relax. This ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠glass only works one way. From out there, it's just a mirror. They're too busy staring at their own faces."

Jisu touched the glass, eyes wide. The heat from the stage below pressed against it, but we were completely sealed off from them. It felt like being a god looking down on the mortal world.

"So go wild. Nobody can see us. No matter what you do."

I sank deep into the sofa and crossed my legs. The superiority of having this entire situation under my control swallowed the last of that unfamiliar nervousness.

"Yura. Word around the department is you can dance. Lead your sunbae. Get the energy up."

"Okay! Unnie, come here."

Yura grabbed Jisu's hand and pulled her out in front of the table.

The beat picked up. Yura moved like she'd been born for this, rolling her hips, hair whipping, every motion a provocation. Her ass swayed right in front of my face. Jisu started stiff, then — once she believed we were really invisible — began to move. The flexibility and rhythm of a physical education major came alive. Her awkwardness bled into something bolder. The tightness in her face finally let go.

"Not bad, President. You've got it in you."

I clapped, and Jisu flushed and smiled. Praise. The hunger to be recognized. She was starting to enjoy my eyes on her.

I stood up with a champagne bottle and walked over to them.

"You look hot. Let me cool you off."

I shook the bottle and popped it. Foam erupted with a bang, and I dumped it over both of them without hesitation.

"Kyaa!"

"That's cold!"

They shrieked and flinched. The champagne soaked their clothes, plastering the fabric to their skin. Underwear lines. The hard points of their nipples, standing out in sharp relief.

"Hahaha. Beautiful. Genuinely beautiful. That's art."

I took them in, dripping wet. The sweet smell of champagne mixed with their body heat and hit me in the face. Jisu swept her wet hair back and looked at me. That look. Provocative. Obscene. Alcohol, atmosphere, and a man's gaze — the chemistry of all three.

"Oppa... I'm hot... it's all sticky..."

Yura came over and pressed herself against me. Her soaked clothes wet my shirt.

"If you're hot, take it off."

I whispered it against her ear.

"In here?"

"Yeah. In here. Nobody's watching. This is our world."

Yura hesitated, then looked around. The knowledge that no one could see her only made her bolder. The glass reflected her like a mirror. Watching herself undress — the narcissism of it, the thrill. Her clothes slid to the floor. She stood there in her underwear — a black lace bra and panties, and the choker around her neck. Under the club lights, her half-naked body was more obscene and more beautiful than any work of art.

"What about you, sunbae? Planning to stay dressed all by yourself? You're going to lose to Yura."

Jisu swallowed hard, staring at Yura. Her pupils were shaking. You could see it happening in real time — this is insane, she was thinking, and at the same time, I want to be the star of this insane party.

Jisu's hands trembled as she pulled down her zipper. Ziiip. Her pants came off, and she was in her underwear too — a pale pink lace set, bra and panties. Fancy. She'd dressed for this when she left the house. She pretended otherwise, but she was filthier than Yura.

"Come here. Sit. Let's keep it close."

I sat on the sofa and spread my legs. The two of them settled in — not beside me, but between my legs and on my lap. Jisu knelt between my thighs. Yura straddled my knee, facing me.

"You thirsty, puppies?"

I poured champagne into my crotch. The cold liquid soaked through my pants and ran down.

"Lick it clean."

Jisu hesitated for a second, then ducked her head. She started licking the wet fabric. The heat of her tongue came through the soaked cloth. Her gold choker clinked against my thigh. Yura gripped my shoulders and rolled her hips, grinding her chest against mine, rubbing her wet underwear along my thigh.

"Oppa... I'm soaked... touch me..."

Yura panted and pulled my hand into her panties. I pushed into her. Hot. Slick.

"Haaang!"

Her moan filled the room. The bass would swallow it before it reached anyone outside, but in here it hit like thunder.

"You wet too, sunbae?"

I grabbed a fistful of Jisu's hair and asked.

"Mmh... I'm wet... so wet... my panties are soaked..."

Jisu answered with half-lidded eyes. Champagne and spit glistened on her lips.

"Guess I should check."

I hooked her panties aside and put my hand on her. A flood.

"Both of you in heat. Right in front of your master."

I smiled, satisfied, and unbuckled my belt. My cock sprang out, already swollen past the point of patience.

"Who should I fuck?"

Both of their eyes flashed at once. Competition. Jealousy. Possession.

"Me...! Do me, O— I mean, Master!"

Yura spoke first, lips pushed out.

"No! Me, me... I go first!"

Jisu grabbed my thigh and shouted. The composure was gone. She was just a starving female now.

"Rock-paper-scissors."

I said it cruelly.

"Winner gets a wish. Fair and square."

They glared at each other and held out their fists. The air went tight.

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

Yura threw paper. Jisu threw scissors. Jisu won.

"Ahaha!!"

Jisu cheered. Yura pouted, disappointed.

"Congratulations, President. What's your wish?"

Jisu stared straight into my eyes.

Even I hadn't seen that coming. Against the glass? Even if they couldn't see in, there were hundreds of people dancing right on the other side. How far had this woman fallen? Or maybe the exhibitionism and masochism she'd been sitting on all this time had finally blown the lid off.

"You serious? You won't regret this?"

"Yeah... I want to do it looking down at them. I want to feel like I'm above all of them... while you fuck me."

Jisu peeled off her own panties and walked to the front glass wall. Clear glass looking down over the stage. She planted her hands on it and pushed her ass back. Doggy style.

"Whoa..."

Even Yura was impressed. That was bolder than anything she'd thought of.

I stood up and came up behind Jisu. Her ass was trembling right in front of me. Beyond the glass, hundreds of people ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠danced on, oblivious. They had no idea they were about to be the backdrop for this.

"No regrets?"

"None... hurry... put it in... fill me up..."

Jisu scraped her nails against the glass, impatient. I grabbed her waist and drove in all at once.

"Haaah!!"

A raw scream tore out of her. Her breath fogged the glass. Her inner walls clamped down, tight and burning. The squeeze was incredible.

"Haa! Haa! Yes! I'm gonna lose my mind! It feels like they're watching us!"

Jisu cried out, staring down at the crowd. Looking at all those people dancing below, drunk on the superiority of being held by the man she'd chosen. I slammed my hips into her. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of skin on skin mixed into the music. Her breasts flattened against the glass. Sweat ran down the pane.

"Yura. You too."

I wasn't about to enjoy this alone.

"Dance in front of your unnie. Dirtier. Cheer her on."

"Yes, Master!"

Yura started dancing beside us, the glass as her backdrop. Watching me and Jisu locked together, she touched herself and moaned.

This was madness. Morality, dignity, reason — all of it melted down in a furnace of lust. And I was the maestro at the center of it, conducting both of them.

"I'm close! Jisu, take it!"

I kicked into a final sprint, hammering against the mouth of her womb.

"Come! Come inside me! Master!"

Jisu screamed. I poured a hot load into her depths.

"Hwaaaang—!!"

Jisu's legs gave out and she sank down. Leaning against the glass, gasping, a trail of it leaked from between her ass cheeks, ran down her thighs, and dripped onto the floor.

I wiped the sweat off and looked down at them. The VVIP room was a wreck. Clothes scattered across the floor, spilled champagne, and two goddesses collapsed in a haze of pleasure. It couldn't have been more perfect.

"Get up. Time to go home."

They struggled to their feet, leaning on each other as they pulled their clothes back on. But they didn't take off the chokers. Those were ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠part of their bodies now.

The air outside was cold. Dawn air. But the three of us were still burning.

The moment we got in the car, Jisu spoke, her voice still thick with afterglow.

"Dohun..."

"Yeah?"

"I love you... for real. There's no one else."

It wasn't the alcohol talking. She meant it. She'd smashed every shell she'd ever worn and been reborn into the world that was me.

Yura wasn't about to be outdone. She leaned forward from the back seat and grabbed my hand.

"Me too... I love you too, Oppa."

I looked at the two goddesses staring at me and smiled, thin and crooked. Four and a half billion won — no, money that would swell toward infinity. And two beautiful women. I had everything.

But this wasn't the end. The next move was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠already taking shape in my head. A bigger game, using these two as pieces.

"You said you love me, right?"

They both nodded at once.

"Then you'll do whatever I tell you from now on?"

My voice dropped. This wasn't just pillow talk. There was weight in it.

"What... kind of thing?"

Jisu asked carefully.

"Student council president. Department goddess."

I brushed their hair back, gentle.

"You've both got a name on campus. People like you. Don't they?"

I lit a cigarette and blew out a stream of smoke.

"There are some women I need to... refine. Arrogant ones. High and mighty."

I smiled, and there was something in it.

Jisu and Yura glanced at each other, then nodded, like they'd made up their minds. They couldn't refuse. Their bodies, their hearts, their futures — all of it was already mortgaged to me. And more than that, the fact that they had a place in the enormous picture I was painting made their hearts race.

"I like a clean answer. Alright. I'll tell you exactly what you're going to do."

They looked at the smile rising on my face, and what flickered in their eyes wasn't fear. It was a strange, hungry excitement.