Chapter 157: Chapter 157: Between Obedience

Under the wash of city neon and rooftop stars, the air shimmered with tension so thick it nearly dripped off the glass rails. Joon-ho sat right at the heart of it—deep in plush midnight cushions, Min-Kyung pressed hard on his left, Alina wound around his right. Their legs tangled under the table, barely-clothed skin scraping, the heat of their rivalry threatening to combust.

Min-Kyung shot Alina a look, lip curling, bratty as hell. "You’ll never outlast me, slut." Her voice was silk cut with razors. One hand slipped onto Joon-ho’s thigh, pink manicured nails digging in, claiming him. She arched her back, breasts straining at her top, eyes glittering with challenge.

Alina answered with a slow, hungry smile, refusing to flinch. "Let’s see who he chooses to fuck first." Her Russian accent made it sound almost like a threat, her own hand finding Joon-ho’s crotch, fingers tracing the growing bulge, nails teasing the seam of his pants. "Don’t disappoint me."

Across from them, Ha-eun watched over the rim of her wine glass, a queen enthroned. Her body, all voluptuous power and mature curves, gleamed under the low light. She said nothing, just watched—amused, ravenous, eyes dark with want. You could feel her pulse in the air, a storm waiting to break.

Min-Kyung went first. She swung her leg over Joon-ho’s lap, pressing close until her breath burned his jaw. "You like when I make them beg, Daddy?" Her lips crashed to his—hard, needy, tongue fucking his mouth as her hips ground down. She grabbed his hair, tugged his head back, moaning loud enough the whole city could’ve heard. "Mmm, yes, Daddy, take me—"

Alina, never to be outdone, shoved her way in. She curled her fingers into Joon-ho’s shirt, dragged him away from Min-Kyung, crashing her own mouth to his in a messy, desperate kiss. Her hand pressed his cock through his pants, thumb stroking the head. "Harder, please—don’t stop—fuck, I need it, I need it now—"

The heat between them was animal. Joon-ho’s hands couldn’t pick a side. One gripped Min-Kyung’s ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. The other cupped Alina’s tits—full, heavy, soft, his thumb catching her nipple piercings and tugging, making her whimper and arch, her chest flushed and beaded with sweat.

The girls started stripping each other in wild, hungry bursts, shirts yanked over heads, bras unclipped and tossed, hands everywhere. Min-Kyung twisted in Alina’s lap, pinching her nipples, then turning to press her mouth to Joon-ho’s neck. Alina got her revenge, sliding her hand into Min-Kyung’s panties, grinding the heel of her palm over the brat’s clit.

"You’re wet already, Min-Kyung," Alina purred. "Are you always this desperate for Daddy’s cock?"

Min-Kyung shuddered, bratty even in her need. "Fuck you. Please, Daddy, fuck my ass. I want to be your anal toy—stretch me, make me scream, make me beg—"

Alina was panting now, her voice gone hoarse and hungry. "Tie me up, make me beg, please—Daddy—harder—pull my hair, choke me—"

Joon-ho let them fight over him. He let them undress him, shirt peeled away, belt yanked open, pants shoved down. Min-Kyung sucked one of his nipples, tongue swirling, lips leaving bruises. Alina trailed her mouth down his abs, teeth grazing, kissing the line of hair to his cock, pressing wet open-mouthed kisses through his boxers.

From her seat, Ha-eun set her glass aside with a heavy, deliberate clink. Her gaze flicked to Joon-ho’s cock, then to the two girls kneeling at his lap. "You two are greedy little sluts, aren’t you?" she mused, standing. Her voice was velvet edged with steel. "Step aside—let a real woman show you how it’s done."

She crossed to them, slow, predatory, hips rolling under her clingy dress. She sank to her knees between Joon-ho’s legs, eyes never leaving his face as her hands spread his thighs wide. She didn’t ask, just unzipped his pants, reached in, and dragged his cock out—thick, flushed, already leaking.

She stroked him, long, measured, making him twitch. She flicked her tongue out, circling the tip, then looked up at him, eyes dark. "I’ve missed this cock, Joon-ho." Her lips closed around him, slow and soft, tongue swirling, lips sealing tight. She swallowed him inch by inch, spit slick and shining in the light, until her nose pressed his abs and she moaned, throat bulging.

Min-Kyung and Alina watched, breathing heavy, eyes glued to the show. Min-Kyung bit her lip, rocking against Joon-ho’s leg, whimpering. Alina played with her nipple piercings, fingers twisting and pulling until her eyes watered.

Ha-eun was just getting started. She peeled her top down, G-cup tits spilling out—ripe, heavy, flushed. She pressed them together, trapping his cock between, stroking him with soft skin, then ducked down to suck the tip, swirling her tongue around the head, eyes never breaking from his. She made a filthy, wet sound, pushing him deeper between her tits. "You girls keep begging, but I know what he really needs. All you can do is warm him up for me."

That broke the spell. Min-Kyung and Alina dropped to their knees beside Ha-eun, greedy to join. Three women, all hungry, competing and cooperating, jostling for room. Min-Kyung licked up his shaft, tongue flat, moaning, "Please, Daddy, can I have your cock in my ass next?" She nuzzled his balls, tongue flicking, breath hot.

Alina worked his shaft, both hands wrapped tight, mouth messy and open, begging for more. "Deeper, use me, please, Daddy—fuck my mouth, fuck my throat, make me choke for you—" She grabbed his hand, shoved his fingers into her mouth, sucking like she wanted to drown on him.

Ha-eun, never once using that pathetic "Daddy" the others choked on, took control, one hand on the base, stroking, guiding tongues, orchestrating the filthy show. "Share, girls. Don’t make me put you in your place," she purred, looking up at Joon-ho, a wicked glint in her eye. "Let’s see if you’re as good at serving as you are at whining."

The three women worshipped him, switching places, licking, sucking, kissing, spitting and sharing his cock, balls, thighs. Min-Kyung shoved Alina’s face down, grinding her mouth onto his balls, then sucked the tip herself, moaning, "Daddy, fill me up, please, make me yours, ruin me—"

Alina retaliated, grabbing Min-Kyung’s hair, forcing her to kiss the shaft, then dragging her into a spit-slick kiss, both of them moaning as they tasted him and each other. Ha-eun just laughed, stroking herself with one hand, watching her greedy girls devour.

Joon-ho gripped their hair, fisting it tight, hips jerking, mouth falling open as the heat built. He could barely breathe, the sensation of tongues and lips, hands everywhere, the filthy chorus of "Daddy, please, more—fuck us, fill us, make us yours—" breaking his brain.

Ha-eun sensed his edge, took him back into her mouth, deepthroating with ease, tears streaming down her cheeks but never flinching. She moaned around him, throat vibrating, sucking him down until he couldn’t hold back. Min-Kyung and Alina stroked his balls, licked his thighs, whispered, "Fill her up, Daddy, give it to her—"

Joon-ho came, hard, cock buried deep in Ha-eun’s throat. She swallowed every drop, holding him there, throat spasming, savoring the taste. When she pulled back, she licked him clean, eyes fierce, voice hoarse: "Always so thick, just how I want it... You two could take notes."

But he wasn’t done. His cock was still hard, still leaking, still hungry. Ha-eun grinned, leaning in to stroke him, hand slippery with spit and cum. "You’re not finished. You’re going to satisfy us—all of us—tonight."

She turned to Min-Kyung, fingers slipping between her thighs, finding soaked folds. "You’re dripping all over my floor, darling. Are you so desperate you can’t even wait your turn?" She slid two fingers in, curling them, making Min-Kyung shudder and cry out.

Min-Kyung shook, eyes wild, voice wrecked. "Please, Daddy, fuck my ass now—make me scream, make me your toy—" She clawed at his chest, lips finding his nipple again, biting hard enough to bruise.

Alina shoved Min-Kyung aside, desperate for her own taste. "Rope me, gag me—make me your whore tonight—please, please, please—" She straddled Joon-ho, grinding her soaked pussy on his cock, smearing slick everywhere.

Ha-eun didn’t let up. She knelt behind Alina, pulled her hair, whispering in her ear, "He’s going to fuck you until you can’t remember your name. Then it’s my turn—don’t wear him out, little girl." Her fingers found Alina’s nipple piercings, twisted, making Alina shriek and buck.

The competition was feral. All three women fought for position, shoving each other, hands everywhere, every touch a dare. Min-Kyung bent over the couch, ass high, looking back with pleading eyes. "Please, Daddy, please—fill my ass, make me your filthy brat, fuck me harder—" She wiggled, spreading her cheeks, dripping with need.

Alina dropped to all fours, head between Min-Kyung’s thighs, licking her, eating her out while Joon-ho lined up behind. "She’s ready for you, Daddy—soaked, open, begging—fuck her, show her who she belongs to—"

Ha-eun sat back, fingers in her own pussy, tits slick and heaving, eyes glazed with lust. "Save some for me, girls. He’s mine after you’re spent. I want to watch him break you first."

Joon-ho didn’t make them wait. He pressed into Min-Kyung’s ass, slow at first, making her gasp and clench, then harder, faster, pounding deep. She screamed, biting the cushion, begging for more. "Yes, yes, Daddy—use me, ruin me, fuck my ass—harder, please—"

Alina, desperate, begged to be tied up, wrists offered, gagged with her own panties, drooling, eyes rolling back. "Rope me, choke me, make me your slut, please—" She rubbed her own clit, moaning, hips jerking, getting off just from watching.

Ha-eun crawled over, smacked Min-Kyung’s ass, leaving a red handprint, then leaned in to suck Joon-ho’s balls, licking, moaning, watching the whole filthy show from below. "Harder, Joon-ho. Don’t stop. Make her scream, make her sob, then fuck me until I can’t walk—"

The room was a mess of bodies and noise—sweat, spit, cum, the slap of flesh, the wild, overlapping cries. Min-Kyung came first, clenching around Joon-ho, sobbing into the pillow, Alina licking her through it, eyes glazed.

Joon-ho pulled out, still hard, grabbed Alina, flipped her onto her back, tied her wrists with his belt, shoved his cock down her throat. She gagged, eyes watering, moaning around him, loving every filthy second.

Ha-eun climbed on the couch, straddling Min-Kyung’s face, riding her tongue, tits bouncing, hands gripping the back of the couch. "Don’t you dare stop, you little slut—make me cum, or you don’t get another turn."

The scene dissolved into chaos—no one holding back, no one satisfied, everyone desperate for more. Joon-ho, hair tangled in his fists, body worshipped by hungry mouths and hands. The three women pawed at his cock, begged for their turns—anal, rope, toys, every filthy fantasy on the table, nobody slowing down.

Breathless, bodies spent and still greedy, the night stretched on—each round filthier than the last, each woman more desperate to claim him. No barriers, no limits, just raw, needy want and the promise of everything still to come.