Chapter 80: Claimed in Every Way

Joon-ho shifted his grip, strong hands locking around Ji-hye’s waist. With a firm motion, he flipped her forward onto her hands and knees. Her palms pressed against the sheets, shoulders trembling as she steadied herself, her ass raised high, glistening with his cum and her own slick. The raw sight of her spread open, dripping and waiting, made his cock twitch eagerly.Ji-hye shivered, peeking back over her shoulder with glassy, lust-drunk eyes. The position alone left her feeling exposed, vulnerable, but her body throbbed with anticipation. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, breasts swaying with every breath, nipples stiff and aching. Joon-ho gripped her hips, lifted them just a little higher, and without hesitation, pressed the head of his cock back against her soaked slit. The swollen folds parted around him with ease, her heat sucking him in greedily. The first thrust made Ji-hye cry out, her voice higher, louder than before. "Ahhh—ahhh, Joon-ho—!" she gasped, the words breaking into moans. Her body jolted forward against the sheets as his cock drove in deep, stretching her all over again. Her nails dug into the bedding. She buried her face against her arm, then lifted it again, unable to hold still. "I-it’s so deep! In this position... ahhh, I can feel you so much deeper!" Her voice cracked, breathless and trembling. "You’re hitting... all of me—my sweet spot... my womb—ahhh!" Every sharp slam of his hips made her ass ripple, the wet sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. Her pussy clung to him like it didn’t want to let go, sucking at his length with each withdrawal, only to be stuffed full again. Behind her, Joon-ho’s chest rumbled with a low groan. He leaned forward, one hand sliding up her spine, forcing her to arch. His other hand held her ass steady, angling his cock just right so every stroke battered her g-spot mercilessly before kissing her cervix. Ji-hye’s moans poured out without restraint, echoing through the room. Her body shook as she tried to keep herself up, arms trembling from the intensity. "Ahhh—f-fuck, Joon-ho—! My pussy’s clenching so hard... I can’t stop... it feels like you’re molding me from the inside—!" Her words melted into raw cries as he pounded into her harder, deeper, each thrust making her breasts sway violently beneath her. And off to the side, Harin watched with a wicked smile, biting her lip, eyes glued to the way Ji-hye’s body bowed and broke under him. His thrusts were relentless, each one driving her body forward. He caught her hand, pulling it back until her body arched, her spine pressed flush against his chest. Ji-hye looped her arms around his neck desperately, clinging as his cock hammered into her. Their lips crashed together, messy, hungry. Ji-hye whimpered into his mouth, the kiss breaking only so she could moan louder as his hips slammed harder. His mouth trailed down her throat, sucking red marks into her pale skin, leaving his claim across her neck and collarbone. Harin’s eyes gleamed as she watched Ji-hye’s breasts bounce wildly with every thrust. She slid in closer, cupping them in both hands, her thumbs rolling over Ji-hye’s stiff nipples until the girl cried out. "Unnie..." Ji-hye’s moan was high and trembling. Harin leaned up, capturing Ji-hye’s lips in a kiss that muffled her moans into her mouth. Ji-hye kissed back helplessly, the taste of Harin’s lips mixing with her own ragged gasps as Joon-ho’s cock hammered her from behind. Their tongues tangled, wet and messy, until Ji-hye broke the kiss with a sharp cry. Smirking, Harin bent down lower, her mouth wrapping around Ji-hye’s nipple. She sucked hard, her teeth scraping lightly before biting just enough to make Ji-hye jerk. A deep, red mark bloomed under her lips, and Harin pulled back to admire it before sucking another spot along the soft swell of her breast. "Ahhh—unnie! My boobs—ahhh they’re burning!" Ji-hye’s voice cracked as Harin switched to the other breast, tugging her nipple deep into her mouth and sucking greedily. Each wet pull made Ji-hye’s body shake, her chest now littered with dark hickeys, proof of Harin’s claim. "Perfect," Harin whispered against her skin, her tongue circling Ji-hye’s throbbing nipple before biting gently again. "Now you’re marked everywhere—neck, tits... soon, your whole body will scream that you’re ours." Joon-ho grunted as he drove into her harder, deeper, every thrust spearing her cervix while Harin toyed with her chest. Ji-hye’s eyes rolled back, tears spilling at the corners. "Ahhh—ahhh! My womb—it’s begging—it wants to be filled!" Only then did Harin slide down between Ji-hye’s thighs, lips still glistening from the taste of her nipples. She kissed down Ji-hye’s stomach, slow and deliberate, planting wet marks along her trembling skin. Each kiss left another dark bloom, a trail of possessive hickeys that led straight to the heat between Ji-hye’s legs. By the time Harin reached her core, Ji-hye was already soaked, her pussy spread wide around Joon-ho’s thrusting cock. Harin’s breath brushed hot across the slick mess, making Ji-hye jerk with anticipation. Then—her tongue darted out, flicking across Ji-hye’s swollen clit. "Ahhh—unnie!" Ji-hye cried, her thighs clamping instinctively, only to be forced wider as Joon-ho held her hips steady. Harin moaned into her, sucking her clit hard before dragging her tongue along the length of Joon-ho’s shaft each time he pulled back. She tasted everything—the thick wetness of Ji-hye, the musk of his cock—and then dove right back to Ji-hye’s clit, circling it, teasing it, devouring it. Ji-hye’s body convulsed with the overstimulation, her cries high and broken. "Unnie—ahhh—Joon-ho—ahhh! My pussy’s burning—my clit’s melting—ahhh—my womb—it’s aching—it’s begging—ahhh it’s all too much!" Joon-ho leaned down, his growl rumbling against her ear, primal and commanding. "Cum for me." His thrusts grew harsher, deeper, the thick head of his cock battering her cervix. "Cum as I fill you." That broke her completely. Her eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a scream as her pussy clenched violently around him, gushing in hot waves down her thighs and onto Harin’s tongue. Her whole body shook, arching, spasming, breaking apart under the flood of sensation. At the same time, Joon-ho let out a guttural groan, hips driving deep, cock pulsing hard as he spilled himself inside her. Hot, thick cum surged straight into her womb, flooding her deepest spot. The warmth spread through her belly, and she moaned incoherently at the overwhelming fullness, her pussy milking him desperately. Harin didn’t stop. She kept lapping hungrily at Ji-hye’s clit and the thick mess leaking around Joon-ho’s cock, moaning like she was addicted to the taste of them both. Ji-hye’s arms gave out, and she collapsed onto the sheets, her body twitching, breasts heaving and marked red with Harin’s hickeys. Her pussy dripped steadily, stretched and stuffed, cum overflowing in glistening streaks down her thighs. The room reeked of sweat, sex, and satisfaction. Joon-ho finally withdrew, his cock still slick and hard, dripping with their combined fluids. Harin slid in immediately, lips wrapping around him. She sucked him clean with deliberate slowness, tongue swirling around the crown before swallowing the remaining cum with a pleased hum. Joon-ho finally pulled out, his cock still slick and dripping with their combined mess. Harin wasted no time—she slid down and took him into her mouth, lips sealing tight around the crown. Her tongue swirled slowly, dragging across every vein as she sucked him clean with obscene slurps. "Mmhh..." she hummed low in her throat, savoring the taste. She swallowed everything he had left, then let him slip from her mouth with a wet pop. Her tongue darted out to lick the last shine from his tip before she smirked up at him, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "Good as new," she teased, crawling back up and sprawling against him like a cat that had just claimed her prize. Joon-ho chuckled, still flushed, his hand sliding absently along her hip. Ji-hye, meanwhile, lay on her back, chest heaving, skin damp with sweat, her thighs still trembling. Her pussy was a mess, his cum leaking down the inside of her thighs, and her face was dazed with exhaustion and bliss. The three of them finally collapsed together onto the bed, tangled in sticky limbs and messy hair. Harin stretched out with a satisfied sigh, one leg draped possessively across Joon-ho’s thigh. "Now that," she breathed with a wicked grin, "was a fucking threesome worth remembering." Ji-hye groaned faintly, covering her face with one arm. "I-I can’t believe we actually did that... It felt more intense than any match I’ve ever played. My body’s completely ruined." "Ruined?" Harin snorted, rolling onto her side to poke at Ji-hye’s bare breast, where her hickeys stood out in angry red blooms. "You look more decorated than ruined. I went a little wild leaving my marks. Oops." She smirked shamelessly. "Now everyone will know you’re taken." Ji-hye peeked at her through her fingers, cheeks hot even after everything. "You’re terrible, unnie..." But her lips betrayed her, curling into the smallest of smiles. Joon-ho pulled both women closer, one arm hooking around Harin, the other around Ji-hye, drawing them into the heat of his chest. "You two should rest. Tomorrow we head back to Seoul." At that, Ji-hye’s expression softened, a small ache stirring in her chest. She nestled closer to his side, whispering, "I’ll miss you both... when you leave." Harin flicked her forehead gently. "Don’t be dramatic. It’s not like we’re disappearing. You can text me anytime, and we’ll join the team again later. Besides..." She shot Joon-ho a look. "Didn’t he already say you could live with us whenever you want?" Ji-hye’s lips parted slightly, her heart racing again, but she stayed quiet, burying her face against Joon-ho’s shoulder instead of answering. Joon-ho’s hand stroked her hair, calm and steady. "If you ever feel tired, lonely, or just need company—tell Harin. Or call me directly. You don’t have to go through things alone anymore." The room settled into a warm, heavy silence after that, broken only by the sound of their breathing. Ji-hye’s lashes fluttered shut, Harin hummed sleepily, and Joon-ho held them both, wide awake a little longer, watching the rise and fall of two marked, satisfied bodies pressed against him. For the first time in years, Ji-hye felt something stronger than victory—she felt safe.