Chapter 20: Viewer 0

Kanju playfully clicked his tongue. "Hey... I missed my smoke because of you girls."

He tilted his head back, inhaling deeply, and smoke slowly wafted toward the ceiling. Mion snorted. "As ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠if we're not enough, and you're trying to squeeze in one more."

Even as she said it, her body had already shifted closer to the sofa. "But our Ho-gwang can grant one little wish, right?" With those words, Mion smoothly plucked the cigarette from Kanju's hand. The smoke still lingered as her hand glided behind the sofa. In the narrowing distance, their lips met without a single wasted motion. As if they'd been doing this forever.

The kiss wasn't rushed. Mion pressed her lips against his, mingling breaths, then slowly shifted the angle. Kanju accepted it at first, then lowered his jaw to match when she tilted her head. From the other side came a soft gulp. It was Chobi. She said nothing, but her gaze was fixed on them, her hand gripping his collar tightly for no reason.

Mion rested her hand on Kanju's shoulder without breaking the kiss. His breath hitched a beat late. Feeling it, she pulled back just enough to whisper, "Do it right here."

She turned her head ever so slightly, gesturing toward the room. At the end of her gaze—without looking back—was me. Kanju chuckled low, running his tongue over his lips. "Not a bad idea."

He wrapped one arm around Chobi's waist and patted it lightly. "...Yeah."

Mion didn't retreat. She just shifted aside by a handspan. And took a drag from the cigarette she'd pulled from his mouth instead. When his lips turned to Chobi next, she accepted it fully. Clinging to him like she was holding on, her body finally followed when he adjusted the angle. The kiss wasn't long, but it looked deep enough for her. Midway, she squirmed once, like she was begging for more. Kanju felt it, paused the kiss briefly, and said, "Such a spoiled brat."

Smack. The wet sound spread. "I'm good~!"

From below, Harubi—who'd been nestled in the middle—laughed like she'd been waiting. With her bright voice, she twisted her body deeper into Kanju. The sofa cushion dipped softly behind her back.

"Hey."

Kanju laughed as he tried to stop her, but Harubi had already buried her face near his collarbone. "Aww, come on~."

With the words, she rubbed her cheek playfully against him, then sucked lightly with a smack. "Hey."

Kanju tsked and laughed again. "I said no when I'm visible."

At his words—like he'd expected it—Harubi lifted her head, eyes wide in mock innocence. "Did I?"

Even with that pure expression, her hand was roaming his chest. "It itches right there." Playful, lisping pronunciation.

Mion chuckled low at the sight. Chobi turned her head away awkwardly, then sneaked another glance. Harubi ignored it all, rubbing her round breasts against Kanju's arm and wriggling once more.

And I watched their entire game from a short distance away. My pupils trembled, cold sweat prickling my skin.

Am I... really allowed to see this?

Saying I should go home or calling out this indecent scene—my presence felt too insignificant. And... my body was reacting to the deepening caresses between man and women.

Thump, thump.

Kanju stayed seated, the women touching him in their own ways. No one pushed away, no one monopolized. They just naturally intertwined, confirming each other's presence.

"Ahh, uhnng—"

"Oppa, I can't hold back..."

As Mion's hand slipped inside Kanju's shirt, Chobi was peeling off her underwear from the other side. Below, Harubi enveloped his throbbing cock in her mouth, savoring their mutual lust.

...It's huge.

I could have looked away or stood to leave, but I did neither. In this space where I was the only outsider, amid the mix of coquetry and charm, Kanju—reigning like a king—met my eyes.

As it intensified, their clothes came off, unfolding an ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠orgy impossible to see in real life right before me.

"Ahhng— Ah, aaahh!"

The three of them offered their waists and spread their legs naturally, as if proving they were his women, taking his rock-hard cock deep inside.

My heart pounded on, fingertips chilling, but my core burned strangely hot.

...Weird.

I wasn't being touched at all. No one laid a hand on me, no one spoke to me. Yet I reacted first, as if I were right in the middle. That fact made it even harder to bear.

Imagination raced ahead like in porn, but my mind couldn't keep up. "Uhn...!" Slippery juices leaked between my thighs. The thin fabric barely covering my crotch was soaking through to the sides.

I want to touch... I want to masturbate.

Whenever the one being fucked changed, the waiting women touched each other and caressed Kanju to quench their thirst. He showed no sign of tiring against three women.

If I were in there... he'd make me wear that face too.

A sharp clench in my lower belly stimulated my womb.

"Kyaa—!"

The wet ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠slapping of flesh and the women's moaning cries filled the room. "Ah, cum inside...! Hnng, yes!"

Each thrust made their asses bounce thump, thump, and I twitched unconsciously more and more. Raw cock—no condom—plunging into soft pussy folds. At the sight, my hips bucked, grinding my ass on the floor until impulsively, I gripped the dripping fabric and shook it hard.

No one would notice me anyway—this much should be fine.

Ah, ugh...!

I swallowed moans, breathing ragged.

"Haaaang—!!"

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"I'm bursting, bursting—!"

Watching this guy monopolize such beauties, and me empathizing with the ones getting fucked? Damn, damn!

Envy, jealousy for those women giving everything to one man—it all fueled the friction, turning white-hot as my rubbing sped up.

"Heuk, hn!"

My voice leaked out. I'm... about to cum too, but me?

My clit swollen red and throbbing, fingers slick with white, transparent juices from gripping the fabric. If only I could be fucked by that cock and cum...! Please, someone fuck me—

"Eut, ah, nooo, uhnng—!"

I clutched the side desperately, but it was just the sofa fabric. Watching others' sex—watching my seniors, colleagues from the collab just minutes ago—orgy and cumming from it.

"Haa, ah..."

But they wouldn't notice. They're busy having fun, right? With that subtle hope, I lifted my head—thrown back—and Kanju stared right at my climax.

Mion must have slyly tipped him off, with that half-moon smile.

"...Ah."

My flushed, panting face burned crimson with shame. Amid the naked women who'd just tasted his cock, he slowly extended a hand. Toward me.

Mion spoke first at the sight. "It's okay."

Looking my way, in that voice I loved, she added, "Everyone's like that at first. You want to, don't you?"

Chobi tilted her head, watching me—not sharply, but testing. Harubi said nothing alongside her, just smiling like a cat while caressing his body.

As if this were their honest, genuine invitation. The room's sounds thinned a layer. Laughter and heavy breaths felt distant, like through glass.

No thought to wipe my soaked crotch. Droplets trailed from the bunny suit to the floor as I shed layers one by one. Step by step. I crawled to them and leaned against his leg.

"Come here."

Kanju stroked my hair and cheek with a satisfied look.