Chapter 78: Heat of Two

Joon-ho sat on the edge of the bed, relaxed in nothing but his boxer briefs. The soft blue glow of his phone screen lit his face as he scrolled through his feed. A familiar name caught his eye—Kwon Mirae. Her latest projects were all over social media, fans and critics alike calling it her "second comeback." Praise flooded the comment sections, photos and clips trending nonstop. A faint smirk curved his lips. He locked the screen and set the phone aside. The bedroom door creaked open. He looked up. Harin stepped in first, every line of her body radiating confidence. The straps of her cage bra crossed like dark ink strokes over pale skin, the open cups presenting her breasts as if she were daring the world to stare. Lace framed the swell of her curves, delicate yet brazen, and her panties matched—thin, teasing, leaving little to imagination. She walked like she owned the room, hips rolling with unbothered grace. Ji-hye trailed after her, a study in contrast. The babydoll she wore was sheer, a whisper of fabric that clung and flowed all at once, catching the low bedroom light as it swayed around her thighs. Lace edging curled delicately over her chest, sheer mesh hinting at what lay beneath. The thong she wore underneath was nearly invisible, a transparent tease that showed far more than it concealed. Her fingers toyed nervously with the hem, tugging at it as though she could somehow cover herself up. Her cheeks were already burning pink, her shoulders drawn slightly inward, but the effect was devastating—the shy hesitation only made the glimpse of her body more intoxicating. Where Harin prowled like a predator, Ji-hye looked like prey caught in the spotlight, trembling but too alluring to look away from. The contrast between them—one bold, one bashful—struck like a spark, filling the room with a tension that thrummed in the air. "Mm." Joon-ho rose to his feet, gaze sweeping over them, taking in every line of lace and skin. His voice came low, rough at the edges. "Pretty. Both of you. Sexy." He didn’t wait for a reply—just stepped forward and wrapped them both into his arms. Their contrasting scents hit him at once: Harin’s faint perfume, sharp and floral; Ji-hye’s lighter, fresher sweetness, still tinged with nervousness. Their bodies pressed flush to his, heat sinking into him from both sides. His mouth found Harin’s first. The kiss was deep, practiced, the kind that claimed, her lips parting eagerly, tongue tangling with his as if they’d done this a hundred times. She leaned in, bra straps biting against her skin, chest crushing against him. Then he turned, catching Ji-hye’s lips. Slower this time, deliberate. She gasped softly at the first brush, then melted into him, lips trembling with the inexperience of someone new to this kind of hunger. The sweetness of her surrender had a different weight than Harin’s fire, and he savored it just as hard. Their hands moved on instinct, sliding down his chest, tracing the taut lines of muscle until they both found the heat straining beneath his boxers. Ji-hye’s hand lingered there, tentative, her fingers ghosting over the outline as though she was testing reality itself. She gave a tiny, startled intake of breath at the sheer hardness pressing back against her palm. Harin, grinning against his kiss, wasn’t shy. Her hand closed over his bulge, squeezing through the thin cotton, dragging another twitch out of his cock. "Mm. He’s already dying for it," she teased, rubbing slow circles, the movement forcing Ji-hye’s hesitant hand to feel the weight beneath. Ji-hye’s face burned, but she didn’t pull back. Her fingers pressed firmer now, the shy curiosity warring with the disbelief of how big he felt under her touch. "Sit." Harin’s tone left no room for argument, her playful dominance sharp in the curve of her smile. She pressed her palm against Joon-ho’s chest and pushed, guiding him back until he sank onto the mattress, sitting at the edge. Her fingers hooked the waistband of his boxers and, with one slow tug, she peeled them down. The fabric slipped over his hips, then his thighs—and his cock sprang free, thick, heavy, towering up between them with unapologetic force. Ji-hye froze. Her breath caught audibly, eyes widening at the sheer sight of it. Even though she’d felt him inside her before, watching it rise now, bare and unrestrained, sent a dizzy pulse of heat through her belly. Almost without thinking, she reached. Her fingers curled delicately around the base, dwarfed by the sheer girth of him. The heat shocked her—alive, throbbing against her palm. "How..." her voice barely made it past her lips, half whisper, half gasp. Her grip slid upward, hesitant but steady, the skin velvety under her hand. "How am I supposed to take something this big?" The question wasn’t really for him. It was for herself—because her body remembered. The last time he’d been inside her, she had thought she would split apart, stretched fuller than she believed possible. The first thrusts had burned, but then... her body had yielded, gripping, clinging, reshaping around him until she was lost in the rhythm of it. That memory hit her hard now, the echo of it squeezing low in her stomach. Her thighs pressed together instinctively. She stroked again, a little firmer this time, watching his cock twitch against her touch. Her lips parted unconsciously, breath coming faster, mesmerized by the way it pulsed in her hand—like it was reminding her exactly how much she had taken before, and how much she was about to take again. A shiver ran through Joon-ho, but his voice stayed low, steady. "You already did, Ji-hye. Last time." Her cheeks burned crimson. She swallowed, hand tightening faintly on him. "Mm... I-I remember..." Harin dropped gracefully to her knees between his legs, dark eyes glittering with mischief. She curled a finger at Ji-hye. "Come on. We’ll start here." Ji-hye hesitated only a second before sinking down beside her. Her breath came unsteady, heart hammering, but she let Harin guide her. Together, they leaned forward toward his cock—thick, heavy, twitching in the air between them. Ji-hye’s lips parted nervously. She leaned in, pressing the softest kiss against the crown before letting her tongue flick shyly over the slit. The faint taste of salt made her shiver, but her lips sealed over the head anyway, suction pulling a low groan from Joon-ho’s chest. Harin smirked and followed up without hesitation, tongue tracing the thick vein down his shaft before she wrapped her lips around him, taking half his length in a smooth slide. The contrast—Ji-hye tentative, Harin bold—sent sparks of sensation racing up his spine. His breath hissed out through his teeth, fingers threading instinctively into their hair. Ji-hye pulled back, cheeks pink, and shifted lower. She kissed his length on the way down, lips brushing the base before settling at his balls. Her tongue lapped lightly, experimentally, while her hand kept stroking the lower half of his shaft in time with Harin’s sucking above. Harin pushed deeper, unflinching. Her throat flexed as she swallowed him down, wet heat gripping tight around him. The sound of it—slurping, sucking, wet and obscene—mixed with Ji-hye’s soft licks below, filling the room in a chorus of lust. "Fuck..." Joon-ho groaned, hips jerking faintly as he tried to hold still. His hands tightened on their heads, not forcing but guiding, the muscles in his thighs coiling. Ji-hye glanced up at him through her lashes. His jaw was tense, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, chest rising faster with every second. The sight made her heart thump wildly. She cupped his balls fully now, stroking gently as she licked, wanting to match the pressure she saw tightening his body. Harin answered his building groans by going harder—lips sealing tight around his shaft as she bobbed faster, taking him deeper each time until her nose brushed his base. Her throat worked greedily, dragging another rough curse from his lips. "Close," Joon-ho growled, voice ragged. Neither woman pulled back. Harin drove herself further, swallowing him whole with wet, hungry determination. Ji-hye kissed and licked what Harin couldn’t reach, stroking where her mouth wasn’t, their rhythm weaving together perfectly. It broke him. His release ripped through in a hot surge, cock twitching violently as his groan rumbled from deep in his chest. Cum spilled into Harin’s mouth in heavy pulses, flooding her throat. Her eyes fluttered closed as she held him there, lips sealed, swallowing as much as she could until he eased back. Harin didn’t swallow right away. She pulled back slowly, lips sliding off his length with a wet pop, cum heavy on her tongue. A wicked gleam lit her eyes. Before Ji-hye could even catch her breath, Harin’s hand shot up, gripping her chin firmly and tilting her face forward. Ji-hye’s gasp was cut short as Harin’s mouth crushed against hers. The taste hit her instantly—salty, thick, raw—spreading across her tongue as Harin pushed it into her mouth with a dominant swirl of her tongue. Ji-hye whimpered, her whole body shuddering at the shock of it, but she couldn’t pull away. Their kiss deepened, messy and consuming, tongues tangling as the cum passed between them. It dribbled at the corners of their lips, smearing down their chins. Ji-hye moaned helplessly into Harin’s mouth, clutching her shoulders as her resistance melted into hungry acceptance. Their breasts crushed together, soft flesh spilling against lace and mesh, nipples dragging across each other in stiff, aching friction. The contact made Ji-hye whine louder, her hips twitching uncontrollably as Harin dominated her mouth. By the time Harin finally let her go, both of them were panting, lips swollen and wet, strands of white glistening between their mouths. Ji-hye’s face was flushed crimson, pupils blown wide, her chest heaving like she’d run a mile. Harin only licked her lips with satisfaction, as if tasting victory. Joon-ho sat forward slightly, breath caught in his chest. His cock hadn’t softened in the slightest—if anything, it looked harder, the shaft still gleaming with spit, veins standing out thick against the flushed skin. The sight of them kissing like that had him aching all over again. The women turned toward him at once, both wearing different shades of desire. Ji-hye’s eyes were dark and dazed, pleading, her body trembling with nerves and want. Harin’s gaze burned, feral and knowing, a predator baring herself proudly. Without a word, they crawled onto the bed. Side by side, they lay back against the pillows, their lingerie shifting, sliding, peeling away until lace and mesh slipped down to bare skin. Ji-hye hesitated a moment before tugging her babydoll open, but the hunger in her eyes betrayed how much she wanted him to see. Smooth thighs spread wide. Panties tugged aside. Soft pink flesh glistened under the low light, both of them revealed and waiting. Ji-hye’s voice broke the silence, trembling but certain. "Please..." Harin’s hand slid down to spread herself open, her grin flashing wild. "Fuck us." Their bodies arched, breasts rising high, hips lifting in unison—two perfect invitations, desperate and unashamed. And Joon-ho, cock throbbing, had never seen anything more tempting.