Chapter 54: Again, and Again

The room was thick with sex. Sweat clung to every inch of skin. The scent of arousal and cum still hung heavy in the air, sweet and filthy. Ji-hye lay breathless, legs sprawled open, Joon-ho’s cum still dripping from her stretched pussy onto the sheets beneath her. Her heart pounded. Her skin tingled. And yet... Harin rolled over beside her, her fingers tracing Ji-hye’s thigh lazily, lips still parted as if savoring the last moan. But there was a spark in her eyes. A smirk that curled slowly as she turned toward Joon-ho. "That was hot," she purred. "But..." Her hand reached between her legs, spreading her folds to show the glistening mess. "I think I need more." Joon-ho groaned softly, still catching his breath, but his cock—resting thick and wet between his thighs—twitched at the sight of her open cunt begging again. "You’re insatiable," Ji-hye whispered, but her lips were curled in a smile too. Harin leaned in, kissed her, slower this time. Softer. But her hips were already grinding against Ji-hye’s thigh, and her fingers had found her own clit again. Joon-ho sat up, his hand running through his damp hair, staring down at both women—bodies tangled, eyes glowing with leftover lust and the kindling of another fire. Ji-hye noticed the way Harin’s nipples were still hard, the way she kept arching into every touch. She leaned over, brushing her tongue slowly along Harin’s neck before whispering in her ear, "Since you teased me earlier... it’s my turn, isn’t it?" Harin raised an eyebrow, but before she could reply, Ji-hye’s lips closed around her nipple. "F-Fuck..." Harin gasped, hand shooting into Ji-hye’s hair. Ji-hye suckled hard, swirling her tongue over the sensitive nub, her hand sliding down Harin’s stomach. The same teasing circles she had once received—she gave back now. She kissed across Harin’s chest, switching nipples, biting this one playfully before licking away the sting. Then, slowly, she slid down the bed, her breath hot across Harin’s stomach. Harin lay back, shivering now, her legs twitching with anticipation. "Ji-hye," she moaned, "don’t tease..." But Ji-hye just grinned up at her, then leaned in and gave Harin’s clit a long, slow lick. Harin’s thighs bucked. "Oh fuck yes—" she cried out. Ji-hye kept going—licking, swirling, sucking—until Harin was a writhing mess, her hands grabbing the sheets, her hips rocking up into every flick of tongue. Joon-ho, now fully hard again, crawled closer, his cock brushing Ji-hye’s side as he watched her work. She looked up at him, eyes shining, lips wet from Harin’s arousal. "Wanna help?" she asked, licking her lips. Without a word, he pressed closer. Ji-hye held Harin’s thighs open as Joon-ho positioned himself just above her soaked entrance. Ji-hye looked up at Harin as she ran her tongue back to the clit and licked in slow circles—right as Joon-ho pushed in. "AH—!" Harin gasped, eyes rolling back, body jolting with the double stimulation. Ji-hye sucked harder. Joon-ho thrust deeper. And Harin broke—again. Her moans were ragged, desperate. Her hands flew to Ji-hye’s head and Joon-ho’s arms, gripping them both as she trembled through an overwhelming climax, her pussy clamping tight around Joon-ho’s cock. Cum leaked around his shaft already. But he didn’t stop. His thrusts grew harder, deeper, his hands spreading her thighs wider. Ji-hye only added fuel to the fire, flicking her tongue mercilessly over Harin’s clit as the wet sounds of fucking filled the room again. Harin came a second time, screaming into the sheets. "Fill me again—please," she panted, hips jerking. "I want to feel it leak out again—please, please—" Joon-ho gritted his teeth, groaning, and slammed deep—holding, grinding inside as his cock twitched and unloaded another thick shot of cum into her needy womb. They all panted—Harin quivering under the aftershocks, Ji-hye licking her slick lips, and Joon-ho steadying himself with both hands. But Ji-hye... wasn’t done. She looked up at Joon-ho and smirked. "Me too." He pulled out slowly from Harin, a messy trail of cum slipping down her thighs—and turned to Ji-hye. "Lie back," he said, voice rough with need. She obeyed immediately, spreading her legs without shame now. He slid in without resistance—her pussy still loose, warm, soaked from the last round. Ji-hye gasped as his cock filled her again, even deeper this time. "J-Joon-ho—ah—yes..." she whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Harin rolled beside them, her hand finding Ji-hye’s again. "Let him fuck you harder this time," she whispered, licking Ji-hye’s ear. "You can take it." "I want it... I want all of it..." Joon-ho didn’t hold back now. He thrust harder, faster, deeper—his hips slapping against Ji-hye’s thighs. Her breasts bounced with every movement, her mouth open in silent screams as her second orgasm approached fast. Harin’s hand found her clit again—just as Joon-ho angled his thrusts to slam directly into her sweet spot. Ji-hye broke. Her back arched, body locked, thighs squeezing tight around him as she came hard—eyes wide, mouth open, crying out Joon-ho’s name over and over as he filled her again. Warm, thick ropes of cum shot deep into her womb, her pussy milking him with each contraction. She collapsed beneath him, totally undone. Their breathing was all that remained—heavy, uneven, satisfied. Until Ji-hye stirred again, her fingers lazily tracing along Joon-ho’s still hard cock as it slid out of her slowly, dripping wet with both girls’ cum. "You’re a mess," she murmured with a grin. "And he’s not clean yet," Harin added, crawling over. They met between his legs. Two naked, flushed women—one on each side of his cock—tongues flicking, mouths warm and wet. Ji-hye licked the underside, her tongue slow and teasing. Harin sucked the tip, swirling her tongue to taste their mingled essence. Then they switched—laughing between breaths, their tongues touching occasionally as they kissed around his shaft. Joon-ho groaned, head falling back. "Fuck, you two..." They licked him clean, every drop. Their mouths moved in tandem, kissing each other in between, their shared moans vibrating down his length. By the time they were done, his cock gleamed, and the two girls curled against his sides—sticky, messy, but utterly content. Ji-hye rested her head on his chest. Harin nestled into his other arm. "I could get addicted to this," Ji-hye whispered. "You already are," Harin smirked. Joon-ho just smiled, eyes half-lidded. And beneath the heavy silence of satisfaction, the fire still flickered—waiting to be lit again.