20. Backdoor Inauguration Ceremony
"Haaang! Ah! Oppa!"
Yang Ji-hye's screams tore through the studio. I poured every last drop of my scorching heat deep into her core. As my hips finally stilled, she convulsed like she was having a seizure and collapsed onto the bedsheets. Thick, sticky white fluid gushed out from between her legs.
I pulled back, panting roughly. Right on cue, Lee Ji-hee and Jeong Su-jeong—who'd been sucking on her nipples—rushed in, competing to lap up the traces of Ji-hye on my lower half and my own cum.
"Slurp, smack... haa... Master..."
"Move aside, I'll clean it better. Smooch... slurp."
The SNS influencer and elite nurse shoving each other for prime position, flicking their tongues—it was a hell of a sight. I looked down at their heads and jerked my chin toward the sprawled-out Ji-hye.
"You think I'd let you get away with just cleaning me? Our bride-to-be down there's a total mess with my cum too. Clean up your old college buddy nice and proper."
No sooner had the words left my mouth than Ji-hee and Su-jeong crawled over on all fours and buried their faces between Ji-hye's thighs.
"Ahh! Hey, you two... hng! Ah, not there...!"
Ji-hye jolted in shock, twisting her waist, but the pair ignored her, licking away like dogs. The depraved thrill of slurping up the cum they'd craved just minutes ago straight from their friend's body. Su-jeong even shoved her tongue into Ji-hye's pussy hole, licking greedily, while Ji-hee sucked at her clit, cleaning every last trace.
A holographic window popped up right in front of me: 3 billion won. Holy fuck, is this for real? Ha... just from creampieing Yang Ji-hye once? I lit a cigarette and lounged back on the sofa, taking in the orgy.
"Girls. Check the monitor."
The three snapped their heads toward it.
"3... 3 billion?"
"...What the hell is that??"
"For real?"
Even the ones mid-cleanup and the one getting licked—eyes went wide as saucers.
"Gotta work harder for more, right? Let's do this."
I grabbed Ji-hee's hair next, laid her flat, and filled her hole to the brim with a creampie. Then had the other two clean her up. Same with Su-jeong: creampie her pussy, then cleanup duty. My three cute whores taking turns licking each other's pussies clean. By now, no telling whose juices and my cum were mixed in whose mouths—they were perfectly filthy.
That's when it happened. A clear ring cut through the sticky basement air. Ji-hye's phone, lying on the floor. Screen blazed: 'My Loving Fiancé♡'.
All three froze. Lips pulled back from the licking; Ji-hye's face drained of color.
"O-Oppa... it's my fiancé..."
I nodded at the phone. "Answer it."
"Right now...? Like this...?"
"What the fuck. You've taken my cock in your mouth and done 69 while picking up before."
Her trembling thighs still had Ji-hee and Su-jeong waiting, lips slick. I silently grabbed the phone, held it to her ear, and hit accept.
"Huh, Ji-hye? Still at the shop? You're late."
I tapped her lips with my finger and whispered, "Your buddies are finishing cleanup. Keep going. Make a sound and you're done."
Her eyes shook wildly. Ji-hee and Su-jeong dove back in per my order, tongues slurping wetly.
"Slurp... smack... smooch."
"Ahh...!"
"Huh? Honey, what's that noise? Shop staff?"
"Y-Yeah! Honey...! Hng! The staff... helping with dress fitting... eek!"
She choked back her moans, spitting lies at her fiancé. Her body quaked like a leaf in this bizarre setup—chatting with her man while her old friends ate her out.
"Oh? Working late, huh? Don't push too hard—get home early. Wedding shoot day after tomorrow; don't want you puffy-faced or I'll be sad."
"Mmm... Got it, honey... haang! Ah, really... go easy... just a bit..."
"Huh? Go easy? Dress too tight?"
"Y-Yes... yeees... honeyyy... staff stuck the pin too deep..."
She threw her head back, clamping her mouth shut. Su-jeong's tongue delved deep into the hole I'd stretched, swirling wildly—her back arched like a bow.
Ji-hye crossed the line between shame and ecstasy, tears dripping onto the white sheets as she shuddered violently.
I savored the flood of chat messages and the three panting pussies at my feet. Ground out my cigarette and closed in on Ji-hye again. Su-jeong and Ji-hee's tongues still lingered between her legs, savoring.
I pitched my voice low, making sure the fiancé on the line heard crystal clear.
"Customer, you gotta pay overtime. It's past 11 already."
Her blissed-out pupils blew wide. Lips quivering, she yelled desperately.
"H-Honey! Th-this is the shop manager; he's talking overtime 'cause fitting's running late. G-Gotta get back to it—hanging up!"
"Huh? Manager's a guy? Ji-hye, hello?"
Click. She mashed end call before he finished, exhaling in relief.
I sneered down at her gasping panic.
"Ooh, nice save—mixed that lie right in. So natural. Mouth bred for bullshit, our bride-to-be Ji-hye."
"Haa... haa... Oppa, you're insane...? Thought my heart was gonna drop out..."
She glared with teary resentment, but her eyes—steeped in pleasure and fear—were just a bitch gazing up at her owner.
"No time for chit-chat. Girls, all turn around, asses up to the camera."
One command, and they flinched but spun instinctively. Three women prone, hips high—perfect camera angle.
"Tonight's wrap party: anal deflowering for all three."
Their shoulders trembled like leaves.
"O-Oppa... I've never done back there for real..."
"Master... I'm scared of anal, it hurts... Can't you just cum in my pussy, please?"
Trembling pleas filled the basement. But their fear only fattened VVIP wallets.
"Talk of ass-fucking nets 300 million at once?"
Their whiny mouths snapped shut. Crushed by the cash weight, they hiked their asses higher, holes twitching.
First up: Yang Ji-hye.
I knelt behind her, fingered her dripping pussy to lube up with her juices. As her hips bucked hot, I dragged my slick cock up to her virgin-tight asshole.
The alien pressure hit; she freaked, clutching the sheets.
"Ahh...! Oppa, wait, hng! Scared, really scared...!"
I gripped her cheeks, easing just the tip in slow. Unused passage clamped like a vice, rejecting me.
"Relax, you fucking slut."
"Y-Yes... yes, Oppa!! Haaaang! It hurts! Hurts so much!!"
The invading stretch and tearing pain ripped screams from her. I thrust my hips merciless—squelch, buried to the hilt.
"Aaaaaaaah!!!!"
The prim fiancée who'd played pure for her five-year boyfriend was now ass-fucked raw, howling like a beast. Pleasure-pain shrieks battered the walls.
"Aang! Hnggh... Oppa, Oppaaa... belly, belly feels weird... sob!"
"Like it? Tell your husband you got your ass popped and beg him to kiss it better."
I seized her waist, pistoning rough. Thwack, smack, squelch.
Her juices and sweat lubed the friction. Tight walls, once rigid, softened with each thrust—learning depravity, gripping my cock chewy and eager.
All through the frenzy, Ji-hee and Su-jeong held position beside us, asses up. Hearing Ji-hye's agony and flesh-slapping live, they quivered. Terror of their own secret holes soon ravaged. But in this basement's twisted air, fear twisted to lust—their red pussies drooled endlessly, juices trailing down thighs to the floor.
