Chapter 79: Double Heat

Joon-ho shifted toward Harin first. She was already spread wide, pussy glistening and aching, her fingers pulling her folds apart as if to guide him in."Come here," she whispered, voice low and sultry. "I’m ready." His hands slid under her thighs, spreading them even wider. With a single thrust, he slammed into her, cock burying deep in one smooth, wet stroke. "Ahhh—fuck!" Harin’s head jerked back, her breasts bouncing as she cried out. Joon-ho smirked down at her, hips grinding deep. "So wet already. You must’ve been waiting for this cock all night." Harin clawed at his back, moaning wildly. "Yes! Since last night... when you were fucking Ji-hye. Hearing you take her—I couldn’t stop thinking about it." He gave her no mercy, his thrusts hard and rough, each slam making her cry louder, her body taking him with greedy need. Joon-ho’s hips crashed into hers again and again, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the room. Wetness dripped down her ass onto the sheets, his cock driving so deep that Harin’s moans broke into ragged screams. Her nails raked across his shoulders, leaving red streaks. "Harder! Don’t stop—fuck me rough, Joon-ho!" He leaned down, teeth grazing her ear as his pace grew merciless. "You take me like a slut. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? hearing me fuck Ji-hye had you soaking." "Yes—yes! I was dripping wet just listening to her scream your name!" Harin’s voice cracked with pleasure, her body bucking against every violent thrust. Off to the side, Ji-hye knelt frozen, her thighs pressed tight together, pussy throbbing as she watched the raw intensity in front of her. Her chest rose and fell fast, jealousy and arousal tangling until she couldn’t breathe. She bit her lip, watching Harin’s tits bounce with every slam of Joon-ho’s cock, watching the way Harin’s pussy swallowed him whole without hesitation. She wanted that too. She wanted to be the one pinned, the one gasping, the one split open and filled. Joon-ho’s hand reached back without breaking rhythm, sliding over Ji-hye’s thigh, then between her legs. She gasped as his fingers pressed into her soaked slit, rubbing over her clit in tight, deliberate circles. "Ahhh—Joon-ho!" she moaned helplessly, her hips jerking forward against his hand. "Good girl," he growled, still pounding Harin’s pussy raw. "Watch closely. You’re next." Ji-hye’s entire body trembled at his words, her wetness dripping down his fingers, her jealousy only stoking her hunger. His cock hammered into Harin’s dripping cunt, each brutal thrust making her entire body jolt, the fat head of his cock smashing her g-spot again and again before battering against the swollen mouth of her cervix. At the same time, his fingers curled deep inside Ji-hye, relentless, stroking her inner walls with practiced precision until her legs gave out beneath her. "Fuuuck—ahhh, right there, right there!" Harin wailed, her voice cracking into sharp cries. Her thighs trembled violently around his hips. "I-I’m—ahhh—gonna cum!" Beside them, Ji-hye was a writhing mess, her face buried in her arm, her body jerking helplessly as his fingers drilled her sweet spot with ruthless rhythm. "Ahhh—ahhh, Joon-ho—! I can’t—ahhh, I’m cumming too!" Joon-ho’s voice came low and commanding, a growl vibrating through both of them. "Cum for me. Both of you. Now." And they did. Harin screamed first, her back bowing off the sheets, pussy clamping down around his cock like a vice, milking him in violent spasms. Her release poured out of her, slick wetness splattering against his thighs as she came undone. Ji-hye followed instantly, the pressure in her belly bursting as she squirted hard, soaking his hand, her whole body convulsing in shuddering waves. She screamed his name until her throat went raw, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. The sight of both women breaking under him snapped Joon-ho’s control. With a deep, guttural groan, he slammed into Harin one last time, balls slapping hard against her ass as his cock throbbed and erupted inside her. Hot spurts of cum flooded her depths, filling her to the brim until it spilled out around his cock in thick streams, dripping down onto the sheets. Harin collapsed, chest heaving, legs still twitching from aftershocks. Cum leaked steadily from her ruined pussy, a mess of white and slick dripping between her thighs. She managed a shaky, wicked grin. "One day," she panted, voice husky, "I’ll end up pregnant from all this cum..." Joon-ho chuckled darkly, dragging his cock out with a wet, obscene sound. His shaft glistened with cream as it slipped free, strings of seed and slick connecting him to her swollen hole. He smirked down at her ruined state. "I can’t wait for that day." Beside them, Ji-hye’s chest rose and fell like she’d just run a marathon, sweat gleaming along her flushed skin, strands of hair sticking to her damp cheeks. Her thighs were slick and trembling, streaks of wetness glistening on her inner legs. Her eyes—wild, glassy, unblinking—locked on Joon-ho’s cock, still iron-hard, dripping with Harin’s cum. Every heavy throb of it made her pussy clench. The sight of Harin wrecked and leaking, her belly filled with his seed, twisted something sharp and hot inside her. The jealousy. The hunger. The ache of knowing she’d only been given his fingers while Harin was stuffed to the core. It snapped what little restraint she had left. A shaky whimper slipped from her lips as she moved, body trembling but driven. She crawled forward, dragging herself across the sheets on unsteady arms, until she was right in front of him. Her knees spread wide, her ass lifting high, shamelessly presenting her dripping cunt. The swollen lips glistened under the lamplight, juices already running down her thighs, her need laid bare. Her chest heaved, nipples straining against the thin lace, and she tilted her face up toward him, lashes fluttering, lips parted. Her voice came out breathless, pleading, trembling with a mix of lust and desperation. "Joon-ho..." The way she said his name was half-moan, half-prayer. She arched her back deeper, pushing her soaked pussy out for him to see, to claim. "Please... fuck me now. I don’t care if it hurts—make me yours. Fill me like you filled her." Her hands gripped the sheets tight, knuckles white, as though bracing herself for the inevitable stretch of his cock splitting her open. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. Ji-hye whimpered into it, her lips parting helplessly, her tongue tangling with his as if kissing him were the only way to keep herself from falling apart. At the same time, his cock pressed firmly against her entrance, hot and unyielding. She felt the thick crown nudge past her folds, her entire body shuddering as the stretch began. While their lips were still locked, he pushed deeper—slow, steady, relentless. Inch by inch, he filled her, the pressure mounting until every nerve in her body screamed with sensation. Her pussy hugged him tight, clinging to every ridge and vein as he buried himself inside. Ji-hye tore her mouth from his with a broken cry, her nails raking across his back. "Ohhh—ahhh—Joon-ho!" Her voice was ragged, desperate. "It’s molding me... it’s molding my pussy to you... I can feel it—ahhh—it’s yours, it’s all yours..." Joon-ho gave a low growl of satisfaction, hips pressing flush against her, grinding deep to make sure she felt the full weight of him. Then he began to move, not with brutality but with deliberate, measured strokes. Each slow withdrawal dragged his cock along her inner walls, the head stroking her g-spot perfectly before he sank back in to the hilt. Her body reacted instantly. Ji-hye’s thighs shook violently, her pussy spasming in fluttering pulses around him. Tiny shocks of pleasure made her buck and arch, her cries spilling uncontrolled. "Nnnhhh—ahhh—it’s too much... I-I’m cumming again—!" Her orgasm rippled through her like waves, light but constant, one after another as he rocked into her with unhurried precision. Her walls clung greedily, milking him, desperate to keep him locked inside. Joon-ho kissed along her throat, his voice low against her skin. "Good girl. Let your pussy learn me... every inch. You’ll take all of me, every time." Ji-hye’s answer was a strangled moan, her body writhing under his, overwhelmed and undone. Beside them, Harin, still flushed and trembling from her orgasm, dragged herself closer. Her hair was damp with sweat, clinging to her face, but her eyes glittered with mischief. Without a word, she lowered herself over Ji-hye’s chest and caught one of her nipples between her lips, sucking deep. Ji-hye shrieked, her back arching violently. "Ahhh—Harin unnie! Joon-ho—ahhh—t-too much!" Joon-ho didn’t let up, his cock grinding slow but deep, stretching her pussy again and again, every thrust dragging over the swollen bundle of nerves inside her. He angled deliberately, pressing harder into her g-spot with each stroke until her walls twitched and clenched around him, dripping down his shaft. Harin’s tongue flicked wickedly, circling Ji-hye’s nipple before clamping down with a sharp pull. Her free hand palmed the other breast, pinching and rolling, feeding Ji-hye sensation from every angle. Pinned beneath them, Ji-hye was helpless, her body thrashing as waves of pleasure battered her. "Uhhhnnn—ahhh—it’s too much—it’s too good—I-I can’t—!" Her words dissolved into raw cries, her voice cracking under the heat. Her pussy clamped tight, the pressure of his cock overwhelming her, while Harin’s mouth pulled greedy sounds out of her chest. She was being devoured from both ends, and it pushed her higher, higher—teetering on the edge of another release. And still, neither of them stopped. Joon-ho’s voice was a low growl against her ear. "Take it. Take us both. Don’t hold back." His hand pressed her hips down, keeping her open for him as he fucked into her. Harin pulled back just long enough to smirk up at Ji-hye, lips glistening, before diving down again, sucking harder, tongue flicking mercilessly. Ji-hye screamed, her body locking up as she shattered, climax crashing over her. Her pussy gushed around Joon-ho’s cock, clenching desperately, while her chest heaved under Harin’s hungry mouth. But Joon-ho didn’t slow. Neither did Harin. The night was only just beginning—and they weren’t letting her escape so easily.