Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg

The ride back from dinner had been filled with light banter and the pleasant fog of soju. By the time they stepped inside the apartment, the air between them had shifted. The warmth of alcohol, the closeness of their shared meal, and the knowledge of what tomorrow would bring hung in the atmosphere like a slow-burning fuse.

Harin shut the door behind them, her eyes already glinting with mischief. She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up as she leaned her weight to one hip. "Well," she said, voice sing-song but carrying steel beneath it, "you're not slipping away that easily, oppa. If you think you're leaving for Jeju tomorrow without satisfying us first—think again."

Joon-ho arched a brow at her, his jacket sliding from his shoulders as he placed it neatly over the back of the sofa. "That so?" His tone was calm, even playful, but there was weight to the way his eyes lingered on hers.

"Mm." Harin nodded, stepping closer, her lips quirking. "Mirae might get to monopolize you once you're there, but tonight…" She gestured broadly at the three women in the room. "Tonight, you're ours."

Min-kyung laughed, already tugging her earrings free as she flopped into the armchair like she owned the place. "That's the first smart thing you've said all day, Harin." She tilted her head at Joon-ho, her smile sharp and indulgent. "No arguments, daddy. We won't take no for an answer."

Yura stood silently, her expression caught between sternness and the faintest blush. She'd changed since they'd left the restaurant—her work-mask slipping, her edges softer now, her gaze heavier. When Harin nudged her lightly toward Joon-ho, she didn't resist.

"Go on, unnie," Harin teased, lips curling. "Kiss him properly."

For a beat, Yura hesitated. Then she stepped forward, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she closed the distance.

The first kiss was tentative, almost cautious—her lips brushing his like she was testing the waters. But when Joon-ho's hand came up to the small of her back, pressing her closer, her composure cracked. The kiss deepened, slow but hungry, her breath spilling against his cheek as her tongue slid past his lips.

Harin grinned wickedly at the sight, tugging at Min-kyung's hand. "Come on."

Together, the two younger women began to peel themselves out of their clothes—deliberately slow, deliberately provocative. Harin slid her dress down her shoulders, the fabric pooling at her feet to reveal pale pink lingerie that clung to her curves. Beside her, Min-kyung made a show of unzipping her skirt, tossing it aside with a flourish before stripping to a black lace set that was more teasing than modesty.

They stood shoulder to shoulder, arching their backs, running their hands down their own waists as if they were on stage, flaunting themselves for his eyes.

Yura moaned softly into Joon-ho's mouth when his hand slid up to cup her breast. Her body betrayed her—her cool, commanding exterior unraveling as his thumb grazed her nipple through the thin fabric of her blouse. She pressed herself harder against him, breath hitching when his other hand dipped lower, palming her ass firmly.

Still kissing, she let him guide her step by step backward until the edge of the sofa hit her calves. He broke the kiss only long enough to tug her blouse open, buttons scattering, before she dove back in, her tongue hot and desperate.

Behind them, Harin gave a mock gasp, covering her mouth dramatically. "Unnie, you're such a hypocrite. Pretending to be all proper outside, then melting the second he touches you."

Yura's only answer was a muffled moan against Joon-ho's lips.

"Fine," Harin said, huffing playfully as she knelt by the sofa. She tugged sharply at Joon-ho's waistband, pulling his belt loose. "If you two are going to make a mess of yourselves, then I'm joining in."

With a practiced tug, she yanked his boxers down. His cock sprang free—thick, hard, already glistening at the tip from the heat of kissing Yura.

"God…" Min-kyung muttered, dropping to her knees beside Harin. She licked her lips like a cat in front of cream. "Never get tired of this view."

Harin stroked him once, deliberately slow, her thumb circling his tip before she tugged Min-kyung closer by the wrist. "We're sharing," she said simply, and together they bent down.

Their tongues brushed first against each other, then against him—lapping at either side of his shaft, teasing the sensitive underside. Harin wrapped her lips around his head, sucking noisily while Min-kyung kissed down his length, her tongue tracing the thick vein until she reached the base.

"Fuck…" Joon-ho groaned into Yura's mouth, his grip on her ass tightening. She broke the kiss only long enough to gasp, her eyes fluttering as his hand slid lower, fingers pressing against the damp heat between her thighs. Even through her skirt, he found her clit, circling slowly until her knees wobbled.

She clutched at his shoulders, her composure gone, a soft cry spilling from her throat as he teased her relentlessly.

Meanwhile, Harin and Min-kyung worked in tandem, their mouths wet and eager. They pressed his cock between their cheeks, sliding it along their flushed faces before taking turns swallowing him down. Harin moaned around his length, the vibrations sending shocks up his spine, while Min-kyung fondled his balls, her own other hand sliding under her panties as she rocked on her knees.

They weren't just pleasuring him—they were performing for him, for each other, moaning into the shared rhythm of their mouths and tongues.

Harin pulled back with a pop, strings of spit clinging to her lips as she glanced sideways at Min-kyung. "Bet you can't take him as deep as I can."

"Oh, please." Min-kyung smirked before swallowing him halfway in one smooth glide, her throat relaxing as she sank deeper, gagging slightly but refusing to stop. She came back up with a gasp, saliva dripping from her chin. "See?"

"Show-off." Harin snorted, but her eyes burned with heat as she dove back in, taking him down until her nose pressed against the base. She moaned loud, her throat contracting, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes.

"Good girls," Joon-ho groaned, his voice low and rough as his hand finally slipped beneath Yura's panties, finding her bare and soaked. His thumb pressed against her swollen clit, his fingers sliding inside her as her body arched into him helplessly.

Yura's moan spilled raw and broken, her forehead falling against his chest. Her hands clutched at his shirt, knuckles white, as she trembled under his touch.

Her control—her mask—was gone. In its place was the real Yura: vulnerable, needy, surrendering to the man she only let herself unravel for behind closed doors.

On the floor, Harin and Min-kyung moaned into each other's mouths as much as into his cock. They kissed over him, tongues tangling messily with saliva and precum slicking their lips. Their fingers pumped into themselves, juices dripping down their thighs, as they sandwiched his cock between their faces, licking him from both sides, worshipping him like he was the center of their world.

The room filled with wet sounds—kisses, moans, the lewd slurp of mouths working in unison. The air was heavy with sex, with the heady scent of sweat and arousal.

Yura gasped sharply when Joon-ho flicked her clit harder, her hips jerking as her thighs clenched. "Ah—" she choked, the sound muffled against his neck.

"Look at them," Joon-ho murmured into her ear, his tone almost commanding. "Look how much they want to please me. Don't you?"

Yura forced her eyes open, glancing down at the sight—Harin and Min-kyung kneeling together, mouths swollen, faces wet, their tongues dragging across his cock like worshippers at an altar.

Her body answered for her: her pussy clenching hard around his fingers, her moans spilling hot against his skin.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice raw. "I… I do."

Joon-ho smiled against her temple, his fingers never stopping their relentless teasing.

And below, Harin and Min-kyung only moaned louder, desperate to outdo each other, desperate to prove they could serve him best—even if it meant serving together.

Joon-ho's cock was slick and gleaming from their mouths, hard as iron, veins standing out thick along his shaft. The double blowjob had him throbbing, every nerve alight, and Yura—panting, trembling against his chest—couldn't hold back anymore.

She pulled away from his kiss, her lips red, her eyes dark with need. For once, the CEO mask was gone. Only the woman remained, desperate and raw.

Her hands pushed at his chest until he leaned back on the sofa. Then, with a shuddering breath, she turned, straddling him in reverse.

"Mine," she whispered hoarsely, as though the word were a secret oath.

She guided his cock with her hand, the swollen head brushing against her slick entrance. She was already dripping from his fingers, her panties shoved aside, the heat of her arousal undeniable. Slowly, trembling, she sank down.

The stretch made her moan, deep and guttural, her back arching as inch by inch he filled her.

"Fuck…" Joon-ho groaned, his hands gripping her waist, fingers digging into her soft skin as she took him in fully, until he was seated deep inside her.

For a long moment, no one moved. Yura's ass pressed against his thighs, her cunt clenching around him, fluttering with every shallow breath she took. Then she shifted, rolling her hips in a slow circle that made them both groan.

"God, look at you," Min-kyung murmured, licking her lips as she crawled closer, settling beside Joon-ho. She leaned in and captured his mouth in a kiss, tongues tangling, wet and hungry. Her hands slid into his hair, tugging him closer even as Yura began to rise and fall on his cock.

The sound of her ass smacking against his thighs filled the room, slick and obscene.

Harin didn't waste a second. She slipped in behind Yura, her lips brushing along the woman's spine, tasting the sheen of sweat already forming there. Each kiss climbed higher, teasing, until she reached the strap of Yura's bra. With a playful tug, she freed it, baring her breasts.

"Unnie," Harin purred, reaching around to cup Yura's tits, "don't forget about us."

Yura gasped, head falling back as Harin pinched her nipples, rolling the stiff buds between her fingers while she bounced on Joon-ho's cock. Her moans grew higher, sharper, spilling from her lips like confessions.

Min-kyung broke her kiss with Joon-ho only to bend lower, latching onto one of Yura's nipples with her mouth. She sucked hard, tongue swirling, while Harin claimed the other breast, flicking it with her tongue.

"Ah—ahh, God—" Yura's voice cracked, her body shuddering as the triple contact overwhelmed her. She was sandwiched in sensation—cock stretching her deep, tongues and teeth teasing her chest, hands gripping her waist. Her hips moved faster, chasing the high already coiling in her belly.

Joon-ho growled low, thrusting upward in counter-rhythm to her bouncing. Every time she tried to lift off, he slammed back in, the force jolting her entire frame. She threw her head back, hair whipping, the image pure surrender.

Harin slid lower then, mischief in her eyes. She left Yura's nipple wet and red, kissed her way down her stomach, then wedged herself between their joined bodies.

Yura nearly sobbed when Harin's tongue found her clit.

"Ohh—Harin—!"

The younger woman licked eagerly, sucking Yura's swollen bud even as Joon-ho's cock drove in and out just above, the base slick with her juices. Harin didn't care about the mess. She moaned into it, slurping, her tongue darting between Yura's folds before tracing the ridge of Joon-ho's shaft as it pumped inside.

Min-kyung laughed breathlessly at the sight, her hand sliding between her own thighs to stroke herself through lace. "Fuck, that's filthy," she whispered, kissing Joon-ho again, sharing the taste of Yura on her lips.

The room was a storm of sounds—Yura's ragged cries, Joon-ho's low groans, the wet squelch of sex, Harin's hungry slurps, Min-kyung's breathless moans.

Joon-ho's grip on Yura tightened as he thrust harder, driving into her with relentless power. Her body jolted with every impact, her breasts bouncing, her voice breaking into helpless sobs of pleasure.

"Too much—ahh, too much—!" she cried, but her cunt clenched tighter, betraying her. She was close, so close, every nerve screaming.

Harin didn't let up. Her tongue lashed Yura's clit, her fingers spreading her folds wider to let her lick deeper, messier, drinking in every drop of arousal mixed with precum.

"Cum for me," Joon-ho growled against Yura's shoulder, slamming up into her harder. "Cum on my cock."

Her scream tore through the room. Her body convulsed, thighs trembling violently as the orgasm ripped through her. She squirted lightly, clear fluid splashing against Harin's chin as she shook, collapsing forward onto the sofa cushions.

At the same time, Joon-ho's groan rumbled deep in his chest. He thrust upward once, twice, then buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside her. Hot cum filled her already gushing cunt, spilling out around him in messy streams that dripped down onto Harin's lips.

Harin swallowed greedily, moaning into Yura's pussy as she lapped up the mixture of cum and juice, her own thighs quivering from the pleasure of eating it.

Finally, Yura collapsed, her body limp, chest heaving, hair sticking to her flushed face. She trembled as aftershocks ran through her, her pussy still clenching weakly around Joon-ho's softening cock.

Joon-ho stroked her back gently, grounding her as she caught her breath. It was a rare sight: Yura completely undone, stripped of her control, surrendering utterly.

Min-kyung leaned forward, brushing damp strands of hair from Yura's face with surprising tenderness. But when Yura's eyes fluttered shut, Min-kyung's smirk returned.

"Well…" she drawled, sliding back and already tugging her panties down. She straddled Joon-ho's lap boldly, her slick folds brushing against his cock still buried inside Yura. "Looks like it's my turn to taste what unnie just got."

Harin wiped her chin with the back of her hand, grinning wickedly as she licked the mess from her fingers. "Don't waste it," she teased, crouching lower as Joon-ho's cock slid free from Yura's spent pussy, cum dripping thickly down the shaft.

She leaned in and licked him clean, long and slow, savoring the salt and musk as Min-kyung positioned herself above him.

"Come on, daddy," Min-kyung purred, lowering herself inch by inch. "Fill me up next."