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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 11

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Minggyu (Seventeen) & BTS

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PAIRING: FEM READER X ENHYPEN WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, threesome, foursoome, rough sex, red flags, immoral acts, unprotected sex, morbid jealousy, comedy, parody, possessiveness, violent quarrels, arguments, betrayals, lies, femdom sometimes. GENTRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers SUMMARY: You moved to Seoul to start over after a bad experience, and everything seems to be going well, you even manage to work for HYBE. You discover, however, that you owe them almost a billion won, money you don't have and don't know how to recover: but don't worry because Hybe itself offers you a solution. Your body in exchange for paying off your debt. Do you accept?

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FIRST CHAPTER:

I don't know how long I slept, I only know that when I wake up Heeseung is watching me sitting in his gaming chair. He looks at me biting his fingernail, but then he notices that I am awake and removes his finger from his mouth.

He was tapping his foot, he is nervous, but why?

Oh my God, I didn't think of that! I'm lying on his bed like it's completely mine, it's probably getting late and he'll have a lot to do tomorrow. I touch my eyes, they are smeared with dried mascara and burning.

"How are you?" He asks me, but he seems distracted.

"Sorry... how long have I been asleep?"

"About an hour."

He is cold, I can sense it, and he is nervous as well. Every time I find myself alone with him, I discover a new side of his real personality, and that scares me.

"I'm sorry, really." I say, standing up and holding down the skirt of the little dress with my hands.

He stands up, looks at me, stops me from walking out the door to the bathroom, where it would be better to go now. "No, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

He doesn't answer right away, he is so strange.

Then suddenly he says "How are you feeling? Are you sick? Tired? If you're-" he stops when he realizes I'm looking at him so intently, maybe with languid, reddened eyes from the smoke and mascara, then I realize it too and lower my head.

"No, I'm fine." I say, under my breath.

After all, he behaved well today, I guess... was too hard on him, I realize, and why then? When I saw him in Jay's room, with that heartbroken expression, my heart really crumbled. It's as if I love him, really, but ... in a different way? Is it possible?

Perhaps because in my eyes he is simply unreachable. Perhaps because I know that nothing can ever bridge our gap, genuinely loving him is the only way I would feel entitled to turn my attention to him. I am but a fan; he is a mirage to me even now.

"Are you sure?"

"If you want to, it's fine for me. - I answer honestly, unable to look at him. - If you don't want to, that's fine for me anyway."

He doesn't answer me for so long that at one point I can't help but lift my gaze. Is he.. surprised?

How beautiful he is. So beautiful.

All I get to say when I look at him is handsome, handsome, handsome -- with the vowels open and full, like my heart and eyes when he is in front of me.

Heeseung is simply too much for me.

"You said you weren't feeling well."

Why does he insist? It's not like I'm the one asking him to fuck. I look at him nervous and confused.

"Look, I'm not the one who asked you. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

He seems about to speak but then stops, what's wrong with him? Is he upset because he has to sleep with me? Or does he want to sleep with me? Or even worse, would he like to be wooed by me?

With Jake it was different and natural, but with him I just paralyze, I know he is just playing with me but I am completely alarmed because of him.

"I can sleep on the couch if you want to be left alone."

"What bed would you end up in if you did that? Jay's? - He asks me, suddenly serious. What's wrong with him? - Or at Sunghoon's?"

"Ridiculous." I say, trying to get through the door to go wash up, since I am most likely a creepy sight.

Heeseung holds me back, saying nothing for a while, then I don't either. "Since you're okay, let's do it."

I swallow, is he serious? Do we really do it?

Nah, it's not possible.

"I have to wash." I tell him, my voice trembling.

He smiles, but he doesn't look pleased. "Why? - He asks me, moving forward and forcing me to back away, while the door remains shamefully open. - You should be beside yourself with joy right now."

If something is about to happen again, I'd rather the other housemates from the hallway didn't see her as well, although no one is there right now.

Besides, if Heeseung wanted to use explicit and dirty language again, like his gaze now undressing me, his lips curled sensually, that little prince's nose turned upward, it would be better if only I listened to him.

"Let's play a game. - He tells me, picking up some of the mascara with the fingertip of his thumb, this actually helps me relax my eye a little. - It will be fun."

"What game?"

"A game...fun, I guess." He snorts, annoyed.

What is he, crazy? My hangover is almost completely gone but he doesn't seem to be, I move closer to smell near his neck and he just doesn't seem to expect it because he backs away embarrassed: yes, he's been drinking again for sure! The smell is too strong to be from an hour ago.

"You're drunk."

"No, I'm not." He imposes himself, lovely.

I can't, it would be like.... like I taking advantage of him. Even though he's the one asking me, I just can't ignore the fact that I want him so badly, and that makes me feel guilty.

"In my opinion, yes, we can't do it under these conditions." I say, but he's really close and I'm forced to look at him now, stuck in his arms leaning against the wall I'm against.

The door is still open.

"I said it's okay. How do you come up with that? You're the one who should be afraid." He says and I get the shivers.

I can't face a conversation if he's so close to me, I don't know how I managed to talk to him this afternoon, maybe because I was seriously desperate and scared that he might rat me out, but looking at me now I look like a different person.

Maybe it's because this time he's not blackmailing me - it was my choice. I feel much more vulnerable because now I could seriously be rejected at any time and I don't know how I would react.

"You're not sober, so you're not even aware. You can't-"

It's okay to shush me like that, Lee Heeseung.

His lips taste like gin, and I really hated it before I tasted it from him. The bitterness of the booze becomes saliva slipping between our tongues, I can feel myself glowing again, for a second, as I drink straight from him.

It is dirty, vulgar the way he kisses me, I like it.

"Stop me now because I might not later." He whispers, once again asking me to stop.

Why should I stop? Why would I want to?

This pastel orange hair, thin and light, slips through my fingers, I don't pull it, but I want to so badly. Since he started kissing me, he doesn't leave me for a second, however, he doesn't proceed with the talk, he waits patiently for my answer.

"Do you.... do you want me not to tempt my favorite member at all?" I say it under my breath, there is still the door open.

Maybe I could have avoided saying it. I should have just remained silent, and that, for me, would have been enough because I would never have admitted it anyway. But in front of Lee Heeseung, this masterpiece of a human being in every respect except just the human one I guess (but still less than Sunghoon! Much less!), I lose. I just lose.

How can he act surprised? Why does he waste his time deluding me?

"Did you..."

"Let's forget it."

"Why didn't you do it earlier?" He asks me, all of a sudden angry, a little funny though.

"Do what?"

"Tell me." He whispers.

"What does it matter, after all?" I ask, with a slightly undone smile.

He doesn't answer, rightly so, not that I expected anything else. At this point he is no longer kissing me, he has pulled away and sighs in frustration. What's wrong with him? What am I supposed to do? Try to console him gently?"

"You are... a mess." He tells me.

I become stiff, surprised but also hurt. I know I'm a disaster Heeseung, I know it's a disaster to be here, but my reputation is now completely compromised, the eight of us would have nothing to do in the future anyway, and I'll be taking off a big debt, it's okay, I've already accepted it.

I'm the one with the most regrets as of now, I assure you.

"I'm sorry." I reply, not sure why.

He turns around, looking at me interdicted. "Why do you apologize? Why don't you get angry like you do with Sunghoon?" He asks, after finally closing the damn door.

I sigh relieved. "What are you talking about? Do you want me to treat you like I treat him?"

Really, I don't understand him tonight. He's strange, he's confused, he doesn't even know what he's doing. He wants to fuck me, but also insults me, then gets offended if I get hurt and tells me to fight back!

"Heeseung, what is it?" I ask him surprisingly naturally.

He sighs. "We have to play." Why is he so heartbroken as he says this? What, he doesn't like me but wants to take advantage of his turn? Is it like something like this?

"To what?"

"You know? I can do a lot of magic tricks, unfortunately I'm also good at it." He tells me expressionless.

I smile because it's strangely awkward and cute to say something like that at such a time. He looks at me in annoyance, and it's still cute. I see him pull something out of his pocket, then he asks me to turn around.

"What is it? Will you blindfold me?"

"I know you want to watch, since this is the first time with me, but this is essential for it to happen - he says after stop him for several seconds - the.... magic."

"Am I scared?"

"I hope not."

I let him put on the mask, all right, let's see what kind of magic Heeseung has in store for me. After putting it on, positioned behind me, he starts kissing my neck, touching my hips, squeezing them.

I can smell his shampoo and the smell of his cologne mixing beautifully as he moves my hair with his chin, caressing the nape of my neck with his lips and then biting it.

"Are you still scared?"

"I guess not."

He steps in front of me, I can tell he is removing his shirt, I desperately want to see but I am motionless in front of him, even a little embarrassed. He lifts my mask, looking me in the eye.

"Be very careful." He says and then kisses me, holding my face with his big hand.

The way he uses his tongue, the way he uses it so much when he kisses, pulling it away to make me want it before he puts it back in, makes me feel really depraved. I want him to be even more disgusting, even dirtier.

I could really let him do what he wants if he asked me right now. And he's just kissing me.

I can't resist, I'm really too excited, I don't think before I put my hand between my thighs. Oh god, that feels so good. I don't want to, I can't touch him, I have no right to, that's why I can only help myself.

I already feel submissive to him, I just want him to use me.

Heeseung puts his thumb along my tongue, forcing me to pull it out of my mouth, then he looks at me with subles eyes.

"You really are a little bitch..." He sighs.

What a shame, what a shame, but.... Heeseung pushes his hand on mine, moving it more intensely, faster, as he continues to kiss me, I am really too excited and I think it is also the booze's fault, it always does that to me. Maybe I'm not completely sober, actually.

"You really are the worst." He tells me, lowering the mask again and then biting my earlobe.

I can't see anything anymore, his naked chest is a distant memory, yet I could observe him until a few seconds ago. I don't understand anything, I just know I want more. I tie my arms around his neck, he holds me by the hips, I get shivers.

We're going down for real now, Heeseung and I, there's no way I can regret it or deny him. I feel really close to him, and although I recognize they are only fantasies, I can only exploit them as long as I am allowed to.

I want to be close to him, I want to him keep touching myself, and I want to be able to do it too. Tonight I will experience probably my greatest desire, I just have to think about enjoying it.

I realize only now that it will hurt more afterwards than other times. There is something strange and morbid that binds me to him and this only becomes clear to me now.

If I rejected him today, it was because I was shaken, because... I was protecting myself. I don't know if I can fuck Heeseung and also remain mentally lucid for the rest of my stay here, but at this point... I'm not going back. What's the point?

It's over now.

Even the TXTs know that I am a host, any remote possibility has vanished for good. I just have to let myself sink into Heeseung, I can accept it as compensation, let's say.

By now his hand has taken over, he is practically masturbating me while I continue to moan, clinging with my palms on his broad shoulders.

Now that I can't see him, but only sense him through touch, it feels like a mountain in front of me.

I am not so petite, but using my palms to explore his bare, smooth skin, I realize that perhaps, unintentionally, I underestimated his body by having it all the time in front of me, even uncovered!

Emotions soiled moments that could have been different. We could have fucked right from the start.

"Tell me you only like me." He orders me, as he continues to pleasure me with his fingers, now inside me.

It is complicated for me to talk, but I will do whatever he wants tonight. "Only you, since always."

"Really?" He asks and I can't tell if it's part of the game or he's really surprised.

I'm enjoying it too much to think clearly anyway. "Yes - I say, opening my mouth and making a sharp sound as I tighten my fingers on his shoulders. - Only you."

"Have you ... ever touched yourself, thinking of me?"

What is he saying? I keep panting but try to modulate my voice; I'm a little upset by this question. I don't want to answer or lie, but I find it deeply wrong that this could have happened (did happen).

"He-Heeseung..." I gasp, tired.

He begins to shake his hands inside my pussy, I can hardly stand. "Say it." He says, serious.

"No."

Silence, what is it maybe he thinks I might be sincere? Isn't it obvious that I'm lying?

"In my opinion you do." He says this stealing yet another kiss from me, wishing he would never break away.

"Don't... are questions to ask. It's private." I explain.

Heeseung takes me by the hips again, making me turn away and stand behind me again. He touches my breasts, then my buttocks, then pushes his erection against my ass.

"If it's true that you've always liked me, you should have no problem." He whispers in my ear as I notice as a shift of air inside the room, something imperceptible but I notice all the same.

Something has moved in the room, but it cannot be an object, so is it a person? I didn't hear the sound of the door opening, and Heeseung would have certainly chased away anyone who came in, so what's going on?

"Problem with what?" I ask as I feel him grasp my cleavage with his fingers, not a gentle touch. He grabs me tightly.

"With magic."

"What you are talking about?"

He doesn't answer, in fact, holding me by my dress he seems to twirl me slightly, but I don't understand why.

"This though, I'll take it off you." He says, before ripping it in two without even asking me! Is he crazy? It cost me like $30, and I'm poor!

Then he pushes me on the bed, but he just wants me to kneel on it, because with his thumbs and forefingers he has me by the nipples, it hurts, but I really like it.

"Ah..." I sigh, sore, he squeezes harder and harder, and I keep getting wetter and wetter.

"Does it hurt?"

"A-A... little." I admit quietly and hear sighing.

It wasn't Heeseung's sigh, it's too close, I would have heard it. Could I have imagined it because of excitement? I have to calm down.

"Just a little?" He asks, in that sweet, young, sadistic voice of his.

He squeezes even harder, and I feel an electric shock throughout my body. The fact that he does this likes me. "Ah!"

He bites my neck, hard, I can feel his teeth poking into my skin. "You understand that, don't you? That's how I touch you."

No, I don't understand. What does that mean? Does he want to hurt me or something? I'm not sure I'd back off..... but it would be nice to know first.

He kisses me where he bit, is healing, holding me by the waist, helping me bend at 90 degrees. He remains several seconds silent, I imagine he's watching me under the chandelier light, wondering if I'm shaved properly and what he's thinking. What if he notices that I'm no big deal and changes his mind? That would be devastating for me.

"Heese..." I try to say, to see if he's still with me, but responding for him, his cock penetrating deep from the start, I open my mouth surprised, emitting a moan.

"Yes?" He asks, holding me by the hip with one hand but massaging my buttocks with the other, as if nothing was wrong.

"When does... ah.. magic start? What is...this magic?"

"It has already begun." He sighs, displeased or perhaps offended.

I don't understand. He gasps under his breath as he starts going faster, I can't avoid it either. I can't fathom the size but if I feel him so deep inside me so normal he must not be.

I'm exhausted and we're just getting started. He pierces me, I don't even try to hide my moans, at best I limit them.

"Ah... Heeseung..." I pant again, surrendering to these wonderful sensations. It feels good, even if it makes me nervous not to see anything.

"Do you like it, little bitch? - He asks, leaving me pleasantly puzzled. - Maybe you like it a little too much." He says.

I love the way her sweet tone clashes with her language. It is perverse, strangely perverse.

So he spanks me, moaning in pain, surprised. He says nothing but just keeps fucking me as he gets harder and swollen, settling stroke after stroke inside me.

I hear sighing again, I didn't imagine it, this time I hear it perfectly.

"Amanda - calls me Heeseung - the mask.... you must never take it off."

"W-Why?" It's hard to talk as he goes on, how does he stay so calm?

"Will you?"

I don't answer right away, honestly I'm not very convinced, but I can't, I mustn't lose this intimacy by insinuating discomfort. I know it's not done, I know it's wrong, I know I should say no.. but he is Lee fucking Heeseung.

"Should I? I will if you ask me."

This time he's the one who doesn't answer right away, who knows what he's thinking and who knows why he doesn't stop for a second to fucking me. My legs are already trembling, I guess also from thrill.

"Don't... don't say that." He answers me, and I don't quite understand this response at the moment.

Someone is stroking my face, my hair, I shudder. Heeseung continues to fuck me from behind and I'm practically helpless, but I want to snap and take off my mask, even though I'd end up falling on my face, since I'm leaning on both hands and Heeseung's strokes don't allow me to hold on with just one hand.

"Heeseung! - I can call him, but just because of that he increases the pace even further, pulling me toward him from the hips and making it my whole body to let him in. - He...Hes..." I can't speak, it's magnificent.

Someone gets on the bed, it's obvious, I can feel the mattress tilting toward him but I'm in no condition to make any movement, it's Heeseung who sets the pace for my body. Heeseung helps me lift my shoulders even though he does so by holding me by the neck.

At this point, while he is still inside, I am up on the bed, though on my knees. I feel him enter me all the way to the stern, and I know it's creepy to say but he seems to be impaling me and my clear humors make the entry easier and easier so he can go deeper.

The hand that was stroking me, but had to stop when Heeseung pulled me to himself, moves my hair again.

Basically, Heeseung holds me by the throat, while the person in front of me (who in theory I don't know who is, but in practice an idea I would have), elegantly, pulls my hair aside, gathering it behind my ear, but then his fingertips slide down my face. He touches my nose, my lips, then with his other hand grabs my free wrist.

That's right, I'm free! Why can't I move anyway? Maybe it's because Heeseung is too inside and any movement now would make me wince in pain, but I love it, I love it to death.

"Wh...who...ar..." No, I just can't speak.

"I am Heeseung." Sunghoon answers.

Really? I would recognize his voice among a thousand, with what courage...ah...I deconcentrate, I don't reflect, Heeseung doesn't leave me time.

"W...wh...hat...."

He moved my hand to his crotch, it's swollen, it's big--I don't know if it's the pants, but I feel like I'm touching something really hard. How gross.

"Heeseung!" I can finally pronounce, but I'm not even able to close my mouth.

I don't understand, didn't he say he would never sleep with me? Has he already changed his mind? And why am I sad that Heeseung let him?

"There's the magic." He says again, I know, it's certainly Sunghoon.

"N...I don't...wa..." I try to say, trying to move my hand but it's no use. He pushes it harder, I can catch the bump with my full palm.

"You don't want to?" He asks quickly, Heeseung. His tone is alarmed.

Has he... betrayed me? No, we don't have that relationship.

However--if you let him do this to me, will you tell him everything else as well? And what does it matter right now? The worst thing, and the best thing, is that they are really fucking me together. If he's okay with it, why should I be the one to pull back?

But... he is Sunghoon, this is... Sunghoon's cock, under my palm, because in the meantime he has unzipped his fly and allowed me to touch him from above his underwear.

"W...why..."

If my mind is focused on the person in front of me, my body follows the rhythm of Heeseung's. The parts of me are disconnected, but they reconnect at the height of their cocks.

It is a terrible situation, and it is only the beginning, why am I so happy? I hate Sunghoon, I... I thought I could be alone with Heeseung.

"Don't you want to?" He asks again, close to my ear, and perhaps because of my panting, the person in front of me cannot hear.

"How... did you...ah! - I groan, feeling him enter more forcefully as I begin to speak. - Wh...Whit.. him..."

I don't have time to figure out if Heeseung has understood what I said, that the second Heeseung sticks my hand inside his boxers, and it's dry, hard, really hard. At the same time he kisses my neck, and it doesn't make any sense, I can smell Sunghoon's scent perfectly.

"Y-You suck!" I tell him, trying to pull away.

I hear him laugh, I amusing him. "Why?" He asks, holding my face still with his large hand.

Heeseung is exhausted, practically throwing me on the bed, breaking the contact between Sunghoon and me, luckily I don't hit my head but I guess he considered it. Breathing heavily, I can't see them but I get the impression that they are watching each other, or worse yet, watching me.

I feel like sitting up and going to lift my mask but I don't have the time because both wrists are being blocked by someone. Judging by the scent, it's Sunghoon.

"Do you like magic?" Heeseung asks, I hearing him far away.

"Really? With Sunghoon? Couldn't you ask Jake?" I rant, coming to my senses all of a sudden.

"Didn't I ask you if you wanted to continue? - Sighs the boy, seeming to approach the bed. - And does it sound like I asked anyway? Do you really think it was my idea?"

"Didn't you perhaps agree?" I immediately ask.

He shushes.

"Sunghoon? I am Heeseung." I hear him laughing, the bastard, holding me down as I am completely naked under him.

"Don't fuck with me!" I retort, garrulous.

"Then say you don't want to, it's your last chance. " Heeseung says this as if it were an ultimatum, and maybe it really is.

He seems to have reluctantly agreed -- but he has agreed, so it means they are more friends after all than it seems. Why should I refuse, then?

For him I was someone to share, then I will take from both of them. There is always a glass half full somewhere.

But then why am I sad?

I guess this is the first of many disappointments I should expect from him.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask.

He doesn't answer.

"No, I don't want to." Sunghoon does for him.

"What... You can't be serious! Do you remember what you said on the balcony like a few hours ago?"

"No, because I am Heeseung." He repeats, amused, as he has managed to lock both my wrists above my head, holding them only with one hand.

Sunghoon slips two fingers inside me; I'm already profusely moist, but they still do their fucking dirty work. I groan shyly not out of flirtatiousness, but because I really am embarrassed knowing he is watching me enjoy myself. Not Sunghoon, not him. Why am I not refusing to continue, though? Heeseung has asked me so many times.

Anyway, while the ice prince is holding me down, Heeseung is fiddling with something in his hands. Do you want to see that Sunghoon is holding my hands because the other one wants to tie them?

In spite of this, the minor's fingers do not stop, he never loses concentration but prevents me from maintaining it, while Heeseung is evidently tying my wrists. I was right.

"Stop! - I say, gasping. Sunghoon doesn't stop. - W-What are... ah... you doing?" I ask, but my voice comes out as high-pitched as a child's, and it's because of him that he gradually but rapidly increases the rhythm.

"You could have run away, but you stayed." Heeseung replies, sighing and tying the rope tightly.

Now I am seriously helpless, now I can neither see nor move. I am completely theirs, whatever they want to do to me, but that doesn't scare me (and it does) and I keep moaning until I lose my breath.

"You must really like Heeseung, since you even want two of him to fuck you." Says the other, after slipping his fingers out. I feel like he's licking them, but I don't see it.

"You're a coward."

He replies simply laughing, it's over.

I am grabbed by the hair, dragged to the edge of the bed to which I crawl with my hands tied in front of me. He doesn't hold me too tightly but it hurts a little, which makes my reactions more sincere.

If I look scared, it is because I am. If I look horny, it is because I am. Between my legs flows a pleasure I have never felt before, a pleasure offered to me not simply by as many as two, but what, people.

I am shallow, I am fine with that too.

On my left cheek rests human meat, thick, warm. A few seconds later the same sensation is repeated, I have two olympic rods resting on my face and practically covering almost its entire length. I guess it's just a bad taste dream, but not a bad dream.

He grabs me by the hair, the one on my left, but now I couldn't tell who it is. Being as brusque as the one who dragged me, I could think of Heeseung, but of Sunghoon I don't know, it could be the same.

He pushes his flat pubes against my face, which is literally obscured by their increasingly hard intimacies, one wetter than the other for obvious reasons, the one on the left for that matter. They rub them, forcing my lips to rest on them, but I don't really resist much.

I am tired because Heeseung has already given me an intense orgasm, and then Sunghoon, too, with his fingers, I am exhausted. What's the use of fighting anymore?

Have I ever wanted to fight?

First I am directed to the left, my mouth automatically opening to allow his cock to go in, as far as he wants.

"Maybe the ropes should come off." Sunghoon says, probably annoyed that he can't use my hands to masturbate.

"No need." Heeseung replies confidently.

His voice comes from the left, he is sure.

He facilitates my movement by pushing my head, even though he is about to choke me. I can hear his involved and enjoyful breathing as I take it in deeper and deeper, though really, I can't breathe.

It takes Sunghoon to pull me away, as Heeseung hardly notices. Violent the boy, eh? But Sunghoon certainly didn't help me out of kindness so much as because now it's time to make him enjoy.

Now, though inaccurately, I can make out something of the size and shape. Although they seem to me to be of a similar length, while Heeseung's maintains the same circumference from base to tip, Sunghoon's has a really thick tip, while the base is thinner, but only compared to the tip.

I could be wrong, of course.

"Oh, shit." Moans Sunghoon, who has put it all the way into me, all almost even his balls.

I try to wriggle out of it, unlike when Heeseung was doing it, I don't intend to choke at all for Sunghoon, and seeing how fast he's slamming into my mouth and throat, so excited is he, I seriously fear for my life.

I will admit, though, that hearing his voice panting because of me, after all he has said and did, makes me uncontrollably proud.

Proud of what then? Like it's worth it.

"Go slow." Heeseung seems to push him, and he actually pulls away from me.

"Don't push me - he says, in a really annoyed tone. - Okay, then you take it from here." He tells him, lowering himself slightly to pick me up.

What does he do? Where is he taking me? Help, I feel like I'm flying!

"Why don't you untie me? I won't take off the mask! Really!" I try to be convincing, but naked, blindfolded and tied up, it seems hard for them to find me believable.

Sunghoon throws me down, on the bed, now I'm on my stomach again, I can only cross my legs, bringing my knees together, trying to hide my pussy - who knows what the point is, then, at this point.

"If I untie you, the magic ends." Sunghoon replies.

Heeseung lets out an annoyed snort. "You really wouldn't take it off?"

I don't answer, surprised at the question.

No, but what qualms do I have when he was the one who sold me first?

"No."

"It was obvious you were enjoying it." Sunghoon comments, grabbing my legs and opening them forcefully. How shameful.

"Really, I won't take it off, but free my fucking hands." I plead with him (I don't), appealing to his common sense.

"Then what would be the point of untying you?" He replies, the bastard.

What do you want from me, Heeseung?

What does that mean? That I should take off my mask? And for what, to expose your friend, who you helped and brought into this situation?

If you really loved your fans now you wouldn't play with my heart.

This was our first night, but now Sunghoon just stuck his cock in me and it feels huge, maybe because my pussy is irritated from too many of Heeseung's strokes. Hoon has put his palms on my flat belly. He grabs me by the narrow waist, as opposed to my wider hips; I feel tiny little when I'm not.

"Ah!" I exclaim, surprised.

"You slut." It reminds me of Heeseung, and that turns me on even more.

Am I a slut? All right, then let's make there a reason to be called that. Sunghoon has already started fucking me, he's quieter than Heeseung and I sorry for this, but right now my target is him, who feels entitled to judge me when what's happening is only his fault.

I open my mouth, stick my tongue out. I want it, I don't care.

"W-what are you doing?" Heeseung asks me, stupidly surprised.

"The slut - I say, but just then Sunghoon sinks his fingers further into my upper abdomen, pushing my body against his cock. - Ah...Ah! A-As you say!"

He doesn't respond right away; I can't imagine his expression. "Gross." He then says, climbing onto the bed and straddling my face, I feel the warmth of his body tickling my neck.

He says so but wasted no time in filling my mouth again. His cock is so much-long, paying attention to it. In this position I feel it even longer.

Gross? I'm the one to say it!

In fact, speaking of which, after tonight in Heeseung's room I don't even sleep there anymore. He stabbed me and sold me, gave me to Sunghoon of all people, I'm sure it's him, I don't have the slightest doubt. It is so obvious.

It's not okay for him to I think, reflect, he has to fuck me faster, unhinging every structure in my mind, invading it with pure pleasure, like his cock inside me.

"Ah!" I groan, with my mouth open.

Heeseung stops his pelvis, perhaps worried, seeming to remain a few seconds still as opposed to Sunghoon.

"Are you okay?" He asks, pulling it out with his hand.

But my mouth still cannot close, because the prince does not stop for a second. "A...Ah....He....he...Hees-seung-ah!"

But what do I do? Do I call out his name while I'm enjoying myself for someone else?

It feels wrong, but it turns me on like crazy. This way I could try to make Heeseung feel guilty, and make Sunghoon angry, I see no downside.

Am I playing with fire? Definitely.

"Amanda..." Heeseung whispers, surprised, but I get the impression that Sunghoon heard the same, which is why he pulls me slightly, making himself more comfortable.

"How can you ... be so tight ... anyway?" Sunghoon asks, struggling, continuing to push.

It seems that the fool, in fact, didn't notice anything.

He was just thinking about fucking hard, okay.

"Shit." Heeseung curses, seeming to turn away because I sense the air shifting, but maybe not.

I'm all spasm, still clinging with both hands tied to the sheet, Sunghoon doesn't intend to slow down, and maybe, just maybe, that might be understandable.

After all, he wanted this, too, but he denied it and has tormented me until now just because-he wanted me? But him? Him who dating the most beautiful girl in the world, almost?

I don't know what's going on, all I know is that Heeseung walked away from me, silently, leaving me in the hands of this brute who literally grabbed me by the hips, to lift me completely.

Oh my God?

I'm forced to put my arms, remember as always tied, on his shoulders, and it's as if I'm literally tied to his body, since I have nowhere else to put my hands, but that's not this the problem!

The problem is that, now, I'm basically in Sunghoon's arms. I know it's him because he didn't even pull his dick out as he lifted me up, so I'm completely wet, but that's not enough for him.

He has wide hands, tapered fingers, which is why he can hold me up so well by my buttocks, managing to lift my body in rhythm with the strokes. Of course, to be big is big - I mean him! His body!

But not only that, though, here.

Fuck, I just don't think straight anymore. Why does he never stop? Why does he go on? Why do I like it so much? After all, he is still Sunghoon.

In all this, where did Heeseung go?

"You like it, don't you?" He asks, he is amused and has a calm tone, but how does he do it?

"I...I hate you." I manage to say, with tight lips, before indulging in yet another moan.

I feel so full, filled completely by his cock as it quickly slips out and into me. It is natural for me to tighten my pussy muscles but this has exactly the opposite effect to the one I hoped for.

I hear Sunghoon moan, it's horribly wonderful.

"Stop... I'm... - Am I mistaken or is he finally having trouble talking too? I'm squeezing too hard, I think. - Stop..." He's holding back, I'd pay to see his expression now but damn it I can't!

Do I want see him cum? Should I keep squeezing, or should... I let him continue? Either way, it sounds tempting.

"I said - he says under his breath as he approaches my face, and I can tell because his forehead touches mine - stop..."

His tone is serious, he is annoyed, yet I'm sure his lips are close to mine, I can feel his breath on my mouth, I can even feel him barely touch me with his lips, but he doesn't kiss me.

"I said.... - I gasp, tired, as through it all he continues to fuck me, at his own pace (a little slower) - Y-You sucks..."

"Why? What did I do to you?" He asks me in a whisper.

"Do...do have the...dare..." Oh no, he started again, just rested 20 seconds but already resumed making me jump abruptly on his cock.

"I am Heeseung." He replies.

But who is he trying to convince? Himself?

"Y...you...are..."

"Heeseung."

"Sungh-" I can't say it, because at this very moment, he decides, without asking permission at all, to empty his cum into me.

He did. For real. Before Heeseung. How dare he!!!

I am shocked, after like fifteen seconds of him cumming, because for this amount of time too tired, I simply collapsed on his shoulder. He doesn't throw me on the bed like I thought he would, even after he pulls his cock out of me.

He is...holding me? Am I wrong, or is he hugging me? Does he let me curl up on his shoulder? Why am I paralyzed?

Nevertheless, his now calmer breathing calms me. No, this is not how it should be, where the fuck is Heeseung?

"What the..." He asks, matter-of-factly. He seems to have just returned, but where had he gone?

Sunghoon grabs me with more confidence, I look like a little monkey. "What?"

The two exchange these short sentences, but then they say nothing else, and I don't understand. Seriously, what's going on? Are they perhaps using lip service to communicate? Even if I wanted to try to find out by touching Sunghoon's mouth, I'm still tied up.

Sunghoon chuckles, Heeseung does not. However, however, the latter positions himself behind me, in theory -- now Sunghoon should put me down and leave me to the shift owner, right?

Why does it seem obvious to me that it will not go like this?

"No!"-I shout, wiggling all of a sudden. - Don't think about it!" I say menacingly.

Heeseung quells my uneasiness by putting both hands on my shoulders and pressing down, as in a massage, only much more violently. Meanwhile he rests his face on my neck, biting it.

"To what?" He asks with great nonchalance.

"B-B... - OH NO, I'm at a loss for words, I'm ashamed to say it out loud, I'm also ashamed because in my current situation, it's not certain that they will believe me, or even listen to me, but this way... the situation would be conpllicated. - Behind..."

"Behind?" Sunghoon, who now shares my weight with the friend who helps him hold me up by one thigh, asks interestedly.

"Behind...no..."

A tiny voice comes out of me, a really childish voice, I don't do it on purpose, it's embarrassment. Am I really that shy in front of them? It doesn't make any sense.

The boy behind me slides his hand down to the joint of my buttocks, he is not afraid, but I am. He pushes a finger against my opening and I petrify, because I can't escape.

"Why?" He asks, his lips resting against my ear.

Sunghoon also approaches, kissing my neck but on the other side, how dare he? "I-I just say no!" I repeat, totally unprepared.

I'll be honest, it's like I'm a virgin. A few guys, when I was younger and inexperienced, tried to convince me to walk through that door but after trying a few times I threw in the towel. After three or four failed attempts, with different partners, I realized I didn't want to do it and wouldn't even consider it as an option.

It's okay that I'm involved, it's okay that I realize it's hard to say no to these two, but... I'm going to stick with my idea. That area is off limits.

"Don't tell me..." Sunghoon begins, in a truly surprised tone.

I don't respond. Honestly, it would be better to lie and say that yes, I tried it but didn't like it, but the truth is that I can't really say I tried it. The ones I experienced were clumsy attempts and ended up not even getting the head of the cock in because I interrupted them first.

Anyway, I don't think they will believe my silence. But why lie? Why say I did it if I didn't?

"Are you an anal virgin?" Heeseung asks even more shocked.

"Please." Comments the other.

"I said no." I conclude, however, by not answering the question directly.

"All right, you said no - Heeseung tells me, pushing his pelvis against my back, as if to make himself more comfortable. - So, I won't do it today."

I never said he can in the future.

"So..." I start to say, but he doesn't give me time to finish the sentence as he thrusts it into me, I groan in surprise.

Sunghoon moves one hand to catch his cock, I still can't fall down because Heeseung holds me too, and, guess what? He puts it in, too.

I scream, I really do. I think they heard me downstairs, too.

It wasn't a scream of pain. I mean, a little bit, yes, but not that much. This is the first time this has happened-this is the first time two guys have fucked me from my pussy! Yes, it hurts, actually not really pain as much as a strong burning and a feeling of boundless openness, we could say. It's wonderful, but terrible.

"W...Wha..." I ask, in my own way, but they have begun to move, strangely slowly.

"Not today." They whisper for some absurd reason simultaneously, one in my ear and one in the other.

"You're.... kidding! Fuck!" I moan, breathing deeply.

They are both moving their cocks inside me, I can feel their every movement even in the chaos that is happening inside my head and in my belly.

Heeseung bites my earlobe, it is as violent as ever, but pushed to the right spot. Sunghoon kisses my neck, licks it, sucks it. Their concentrated breaths sound like melodies to me, though unfortunately my not being able to fully contain my voice ends up partly hiding them.

I enjoy my moment of non-lucidity to say that I... simply.. won, tonight.

I don't care about anything, neither that Sunghoon is in front of me, nor that Heeseung allowed him to be there. I'm too involved, lascivious, given over to pleasure and flesh, their flesh, that I want to touch, squeeze, lick (I admit).

How does...also... Sunghoon get hard again? And Heeseung not already cumming, after all the time he fucked me before? Who cares. As long as I can enjoy in this artificial paradise, I won't ask myself any more questions.

"Fuck...fuck..." Heeseung repeats, what a wonderful voice, and who knows what eyes, what expression he's making now.

"So... - tries to speak the other, calm as the sea in August - you're a virgin in this way. So you're not..."

"Exactly the slut I thought." The older man concludes the sentence.

He keeps talking to me like this, and I swear, I can't. As if I wasn't enjoying it enough already.

Ah, straight men and their pathetic superstructures.

"I a...am instead." I answer, with difficulty.

Heeseung pushes him hard, firmly, into me. "Oh yeah?"

"Tha...thank t.. to you." I remind him, too.

He's the one who led me here, he acted like an animal but I will too, because I am, because we are. I won't make a big deal out of it because at least I can actually be a collaborator: functional and productive!

That's what he told me to do tonight, even though he said it between the lines.

He doesn't respond, even loses power and I can tell because he almost stops. Sunghoon must be surprised as well, but no, he does not stop, on the contrary he grabs my face and turns it toward him.

"Are you done.. talking? - He asks me, tightening his fingers, then grabbing my thigh better, he starts to deliver harder and harder blows and I can't hold back, the gasps are loud and well audible. - Be quiet now."

Heeseung doesn't seem to mind as he puts a hand around my neck, pushing me against his chest, I can rest the back of my head on his shoulder. "I made a mistake." He tells me under breath.

"A mistake?" Oh fuck, I'm not thinking straight anymore. Now the doe-eyed boy is fucking fast too, fucking fast and fucking thrusting as he squeezes hard on my neck.

"Fuck." He moans in an extremely sensual tone.

Sunghoon breathes deeper. "Not today." He remembers, for some strange reason.

Then both of them, almost at the same time, cum inside me and I am simply distracted. I have no control over my tired body, used and worn as an object at their disposal.

But I cannot resist, nor do I want to.

If on my left I feel Heeseung's breath, fresh and sensual, on my right I have Sunghoon's, who is trying hard not to moan too much.

I don't understand how they keep moving, though, despite coming, again.

"Fuck - gasps the younger one, moving inside my swollen pussy, from which cum spurts as they continue to thrust so deep - I'm hard again."

Again? Wouldn't that be, like, the third time for him? But Heeseung is hard too, I can feel it very well. By now I can't even tell how long it has been since they started fucking me, but even so, they offer me the added humiliation of continuing to fuck me while I am exhausted, defeated, in their arms.

They use me as long as their bodies will let them. Their cocks rub tightly inside me, despite their cumming, they still struggle to get it all in: this does not scare them, because they go beyond endurance by bashing my pussy shamelessly. They are opening me in two.

"I'm going to destroy your pussy, bitch." Heeseung whispers in my ear, biting it.

He groans contently. "You...you little slut..." Sunghoon joins in insulting me.

Why...do I like that?

I hear them make noises of complete concentration before Heeseung's fingernails sink into the skin of my thighs as Sunghoon gasps more intensely, the two of them cumming inside me again within a very few minutes.

My pussy is really wrecked, aching, dripping and dripping with their cum, so much of it between my thighs, inside my belly. I really feel like a slut and I feel anyway.... aroused, still, maybe even more than before.

After recovering from cumming, Heeseung laboriously lifts me from under his arms, canceling contact with Sunghoon by slipping his cock out of me, then he too comes out of me to put me down, I feel him nervously untie the ropes that have been tightened for too long around my wrists.

Am I free, am I really free?

I spontaneously hug Heeseung! Damn am I happy, however, a second later I realize I am raised on my legs without any support and literally end up on the ground.

My legs don't move and I feel like their cocks are still inside me, even though I know they are not. My inner thigh is covered with their semen spilling onto the floor.

One of them grabs me by the arms. Seeing how hard he squeezes his fingers, and how he throws me on the bed, I'd say it's Heeseung.

"Are you tired already?" Sighs Sunghoon, in a bored tone.

I swallow, I don't know if I can speak, my muscles are completely relaxed, I lie practically like a corpse as I try to think of how I could recover, physically and quickly.

"She's not that good, is she?" He asks again.

Heeseung doesn't answer right away, first taking my hips to lift me up so that I can be put in the most explicit position possible, that is, with my bottom raised in front of them.

Heeseung uses his thumb to spread my pussy from the labia majora, from which their cum flows faster.

"Wah." He comments, surprised, it must be really a lot.

"In my opinion, it's still not enough." Sunghoon wisely advises.

The only thing I can do now is to hide my face in my arms, curl in on myself, and repent. Repent bitterly for every single choice I made today.

I won't take off the mask this time just because I really don't want to see Sunghoon. I will imagine that I did it with Heeseung and his brother, but I cannot, now that I am slightly lucid, accept that I fucked Sunghoon, just with him!

Besides, now they know that I am anally virgin and the fact that they may have some kind of greater sympathy for me because of that makes me nervous.

I should have refused from the beginning.

But my body is lifeless now, I can only clutch at myself while the two of them probably look at me confused...I really don't know if I'm regretful, but I certainly feel great shame.

"Hey, do you think you're done?" Sunghoon asks me.

Heeseung sighs. "Shut up. Will you stop, Amanda?" Heeseung really spells my name wrong.

What good would it do to refuse me now, anyway? If it would take me back in time, I might even think about it, but at this point that I find myself full of their pleasure, is there anything I could fix? Not anymore.

I am sad, but there is no reason why I should.

I have to pull myself together, I'm pathetic right now. I have already hit rock bottom.

I lift myself up on my legs and my arms, even though I am stunned and staggering, crawl toward their voices.

"I-I'm sorry..." I say, under my breath, not sure where I'm looking.

I hear someone swallowing but I wouldn't know who it is. "W-Why?" Asks Heeseung.

I take a long, long breath, remaining silent for several seconds, then kneel on the bed. With my hands I pick up my breasts, squeezing them, then I lift my head and stick out my tongue.

More. Give me more.

That's what I'm thinking, nothing else. The smell in the air, the fragrance of their bodies between perfume, body creams, cologne, sweat, fills my nose, I really feel under a spell.

My body is sore but wants to go on. Then again, it moved automatically to go back to them - congratulations Amanda, good choice now that you are also free.

"Oh shit." I hear Sunghoon say, but Heeseung seems to reach past him to abruptly grab my hair from the nape of my neck.

He immediately thrusts it all the way into me, gasping when it is completely inside my throat. He doesn't waste a second, doesn't hold back, starts to abruptly fuck my mouth.

I have taken it so many times and so deep that I almost don't even have esophageal reflux anymore. Thank you... Heeseung? I would say thank you Enhypen. Hahahaha... it's tragicomic, absurd.

"Fuck, you're really... oh... - can't finish the sentence, too engrossed, as my lips end up kissing his pubes, so much goes down. - Oh fuck."

Sunghoon must not like being hands-on so he grabbed my hand to make me squeeze his cock. Oh man is he big.

As I move my hand to pleasure him, he uses his larger one to guide me. He squeezes it in an almost romantic way, even though he just wants to dictate his pace, however I am not completely immune to this almost holding hands.

Does this make sense? Certainly not, given everything he's done to me, and I'm not talking about bullying! I'm talking about the fact that I would have been pregnant twice, because of him, if I didn't use the pill-so why does it excite me if our hands touch? Hello? Hello? This is Sunghoon.

However.

Heeseung dazzled me, I was worried and worried about him, but then he immediately sold me. On the contrary, from Sunghoon's point of view, he wanted to buy me at all costs.

Am I fantasizing again?

Honestly, I am still sad about Heeseung. Too many emotions! Enough!

Let's focus, as much as possible, since Heeseung is clearly raping my mouth and throat, on what we are touching. It feels... good?

As I suspected, Sunghoon's cock at the base is tighter, but tight that I almost can't close my hand anyway, let's not talk about the top part that is unnaturally swollen and thicker. God, how I'd like to see that.

At one point, Heeseung being on the verge of cumming, he chokes me with both hands to take every last inch as he abruptly thrusts his pelvis toward my face, cumming again, this time in the back of my throat.

"Fuck...what a whore..." He gasps wearily, pulling it out.

I practically cling to Sunghoon's member as I cough and spit out what's left of Heeseung's cum, forgetting to keep moving my hand. Sunghoon then clutches my wrist, pushing it away, and while my mouth is still open, with Heeseung's drops of pleasure sliding down my sides, I get choked again by Sunghoon.

He thrusts his cock all the way in, using his hand to push the back of my neck, instead of clinging wildly to my hair like Heeseung.

"Swallow this too, whore." He tells me as he literally uses me to jerk off a few seconds before filling my esophagus and spraying his cum inside me for the fourth time.

After coming though, he still won't let go of me; he continues to keep his cock inside my mouth.

"Yes, I should make you choke - he tells me, startling me, under his breath, but then he pulls it out and it is completely covered with cum and saliva - but I will be good." He concludes, then rubs it all over my face, until he gets it into the mask.

He knows that this way I will be able to see him, and in fact, for very few moments, partly because I can't keep my eyes open as he literally rubs his cock all over it, filling my eyelashes with cum, I can spot not only his involved expression, not only his wonderful erotically parted full lips, not only his relaxed eyes, but also his broad shoulders, his chest, his collarbones. He is shirtless.

Shit, I got some in my eye! What a burning.

I don't make any cry of pain and he doesn't notice, so I can still observe with my good eye still fully impaled, I can see Heeseung looking at him with his arms folded, he's contrite and he's also beautiful as he bites his lip looking at us, like an envious child.

So cute...

"Yah! - He says to me, when I inadvertently cross his gaze with my eye, then pushes Sunghoon who by now was almost enjoying doing it. He puts my mask back on. - Don't look."

"No need - Sunghoon explains, moving the hand he has always held from my wrist, letting me rest it on his chest. I imagine I've just imploded. - You can touch anything you want."

Can I really? No, wait, I shouldn't want to.

I withdraw my hands, offended, and then wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, gasping tiredly and with my throat clearly irritated. Damn but how much is there? And to say I swallowed a lot of it. And then how disgusting, I'm covered.... covered by Sunghoon.

"Have you... - I cough, it's all over me - are you done?"

"No." They answer in unison, very, very quickly.

"Again?" I ask, honestly surprised.

"I think we have a winner." Heeseung says.

"What?" Sunghoon asks.

"She knows."

A winner? You're not going to tell me-that she's really talking about-that stupid question she asked me today? About who was better? Are you kidding?

"Are you serious?" I don't believe it.

"Why?" He asks amused but uneasy.

"What are you talking about?" Sunghoon asks, annoyed.

"Heeseung knows." I reply fearlessly.

Too fearless, as Sunghoon grabs me by the cheeks with one hand, forcing me closer to him.

"Heeseung has forgotten, say it again."

"He would not forget it- I try to speak, though with my cheeks pressed I express myself very badly - him."

"Never mind - Heeseung says, removing his friend's hand. - Maybe, in fact, we should stop."

He changed his mind, huh? Yet his "no" before seemed much more spontaneous.

Sunghoon laughs. "No, the magic ends when the other Heeseung disappears." He replies, climbing onto the bed.

I'm forced to move but I don't have to do it alone, because Sunghoon's hands, along my body, guide me so that I'm on top of him, lying between my legs.

Wow, I can feel his still-hard cock throbbing on my exposed intimacy, now on top of his. "I'm not done yet." He says.

"But Heeseung has finished..." I try to say, not because I really want to dissuade him, I know what he's going to do and I don't think I'll run away, as much as to annoy him.

"Yah, it's late!" Heeseung complains, adorably, however, in the meantime he gets on the bed too.

Sunghoon does not listen to him because, taking me by the waist and pushing a palm on my back, he brings my chest closer to his face. Oh....... oh......

So this is how Sunghoon uses his tongue, the same way he is licking halos of my nipples. He goes around them quickly, he's not a biter, he sucks, oh fuck if he sucks.

Heeseung wants something too, so he twirls my head to kiss me. Oh, his kisses are full, slimy, really dirty, it violates me more his tongue in my mouth than Sunghoon's on my breasts, which he squeezes, lifts, massages, as he keeps sucking them.

Heeseung doesn't want to wait any longer, so he puts it in first. As he continues to kiss me, my back resembles a C. My neck stretches unnaturally to get a little more of the ace lips, the center, the most talented member, probably. At the same time, my uncovered breasts are greedily consumed by the purely erotic licks directed at them by Sunghoon, who surely felt no sentimental involvement whatsoever in this situation, unlike me. And then, between my legs, as Heeseung enters in and smashes through, stroke after stroke, the few remnants of my dignity, he thrusts his cock in again as does Sunghoon.

God, it's horribly magnificent but...they should stop, at this rate....

"Ah!"- I gasp, loudly, Sunghoon grabs the back of my head bringing me closer to his face, rests his forehead against mine again as he continues to thrust harder and harder on his erection again. As well as Heeseung's, which seems to be going harder than the first time, he also seems angrier as he grabs onto my shoulders to thrust, plowing into my pussy with more vigor. - Ah...Ah...it's...enough...." I say this in a whisper, but the boy in front of me can hear perfectly.

"Enough?" Sunghoon asks.

Heeseung grabs me by the hips, Seunhoon pulls me by the face. I know he wants to kiss me, I'm sure of it, because he keeps brushing his lips against mine--and yet....

No, he doesn't kiss me. Heeseung doesn't let him, pulling me closer to him, but I don't think he would have done it anyway. I'm okay with it.

I don't mind. I can have their bodies, but never again, in this life, their love.

In fact, I could have played it better, couldn't I?

Maybe they would have allowed me to stay even if I hadn't given myself to anyone-or would I?

Sunghoon bites with his lips in the center of my neck, while with his teeth, Heeseung bites the cartilage of my ear, massaging one of my breasts. I seem to be enveloped by hands, more than four, of eight.

I begin to blur the sensations.

"St...sto....stop..." I try to say, suddenly emotional. What the fuck is going on!

Heeseung stiffens, I can feel it, but he keeps moving slowly, Sunghoon doesn't seem to care. "Shut up, whore..."

I start to mumble, between moans, oh no, what the hell is wrong with me, really? I feel like crying. Not here, not now.

Heeseung is the first to do something, removing my mask but making sure that I rest the back of my head on his shoulder again, this way my gaze is turned toward the roof.

"It's okay." He whispers, suddenly clasping his hands on my shoulders.

Sunghoon also makes a really primal cry, sinking his fingers into the skin of my hips as he pushes me.

They have come again, together.

But is this normal? Does it work like friends who simultaneously menstruate?

I collapse onto Sunghoon's chest. Not because I want to, it is simply inevitable; I am too tired. My belly is in turmoil again, emotions mingling with the warmth our naked bodies give off, the atmosphere is still thick.

I feel like I've been running for hours, but I've done less than everyone I think.

Sunghoon is surprised, not expecting me to let go in his arms. He holds them wide, as if he doesn't even want to touch me now that I can see him.

When I lift my confused but angry gaze to him, Sunghoon sincerely assumes a worried expression, that's when he rests his palms on my hips.

"Are you okay?" He asks, leaving me devoid of that infamous anger I was talking about; I am unarmed.

This ... is Sunghoon's chest, and it is so... wide.

I try to get up, before I give up my dignity altogether, but I am weak and he resists, holding me close to him. I look at him again.

"Are you okay?"

"What's wrong?" Heeseung asks, taking me by the arm and forcing me to turn around.

Wow... Heeseung, with his hair wet with sweat, with his skin bristling... wow... his abdomen... even if it's not as defined as Sunghon's... that is... wow... it is so concrete, massive.

"Why are you crying!" He asks, sounding genuinely concerned.

Do I cry? But when do I ever? I resist the temptation. I touch my cheeks, confused, they're really wet.

So Sunghoon... Did he squeeze me for that reason? Do you want to see that he's the type who gets soft in front of crying girls? Oh, that's really cute though, isn't it?

Wait! I have to get up!

I try to force my legs apart as it all becomes more and more slippery because of their semen, and also my intimate humors let's face it, but after I get up I simply slump down on the bed, not on Sunghoon at least.

"W-What? No... what are you talking about?" I justify in a hushed voice, not having enough strength to even speak.

"The magic is over." Sighs Sunghoon, getting up and gathering his clothes.

Heeseung looks at him in silence, then looks away seemingly frustrated. "Now go."

The friend, however, takes his time getting dressed. I see him out of the corner of my eye.

Heeseung first thinks about putting one of his sweatshirts on me, surprising the younger man who sneers in amusement.

"What's there to hide now, hyung?" Does it remind him satisfied, the real Sunghoon and not the one who took pity on my tears, a momentary mask? Who knows.

"Go, Sunghoon." He repeats earnestly, Heeseung, also very different from the sex animal, literally, I saw tonight.

Before leaving he stares at me, I curled up by the pillows, covering myself and avoiding his gaze like the plague. "Good night Amanda, next time." He says to me, walking out.

I shiver, literally. Heeseung sits on the bed, putting his hands to his hair, perhaps just now realizing what just happened.

Yeah, Lee Heeseung, you're a pervert.

"Are you happy?" I ask softly, wryly, covering my face with my sweatshirt.

He doesn't answer right away. "You could have... refused."

"Why me? You're the one who arranged it."

"I asked you several times." He tries to retort but I can see him being unsure.

"Why did you do it?"

"For... - he seems to answer in a rush, then freezes - because I wanted to know if you were sure."

"I was hoping you felt guilty. - I admit, smiling, I'm being ridiculous right now. - Now that I hear it out loud, it's much more embarrassing."

I leave him speechless, it's obvious. I guess I'm just making trouble for him, after all, he just wanted to have fun with his friend, and that's what I came here to do, so what right do I have?

"Sorry. I won't talk like that again."

I immediately regret it, perhaps because, contrary to how I felt this afternoon, comfortable, humanly close to him, loving like a sincere fan, I seem to realize only now that I really am just a collaborator. Not a regular girl, not a fan.

"I.... I made a mistake - he surprises me, because I really didn't expect it - I thought that this way, I would solve things." Admits.

Some things to be solved? What is he saying?

"In the end, I created more problems than anything else."

"What are you talking about, Heeseung?"

"What do you think about Sunghoon? - He asks, quickly, as if he wanted to ask me from the start. - He fucks you well, doesn't he?"

"What.... are you serious?"

He blinks those wonderful almond-shaped eyes that he has, like a confused and clumsy fawn.

"Honestly, what's the difference?" I ask.

It's not that I don't want to answer; I would deny it regardless. Simply, what does he care?

"Don't trust him. He's good at what he does." He says, getting up and starting to walk nervously.

"What did you think you were solving by saying yes to him?"

"You've seen him, no? - He asks, concerned, as if he's not even listening to me. - He went crazy because of you."

What the... what is he going to say?

"Stay away from him."

"Why? - I feel more comfortable, but I continue to cover myself as I slowly move across the bed to get closer to the edge. - He's rich, handsome, famous. If he likes me, isn't that okay?"

"He's engaged! Remember him?"

"I would never aspire to be with him but I could become his luxury whore. Gifts and rough sex, that's not bad."

"Rough sex - he scoffs, indignant - you do it with me, at best."

"Really?" I ask surprised but also confused because I can't tell if he's joking.

"Wait, so you like Sunghoon? Even if you're in this situation, shouldn't you aspire to something better than a guy who cheats his girlfriend?" He asks, as if he really wants to reason with me for me to change my mind. How nice, but why is he doing this? He's just leading me on.

"You have a girl's picture in your nightstand too, you don't have sisters, do you?"

Oh, he's surprised. I caught him! But caught who? Lee Heeseung? The korean superstar? No, worldwide I would say. My head is spinning.

"How... Nothing to do with it, we're not together."

It literally hurts my heart to have this conversation because basically it's obvious that he's joking, I'm joking too, however, he does it in a strange way-he doesn't seem to be joking, he's really leading me on.

"Then should I bet on you? - I ask him, looking at him with tired eyes. Today's sessions are taking their toll. - Or should I simply not bet on anyone?"

"Can anyone know what you are saying?!" He blurts out suddenly, loudly, in the middle of the night.

I look at him, frowning but I think I also look very sleepy. "I thought it was a meaningless speech contest. - I embellish my tone slightly, pointing at him annoyed. - You started it!" I shout, tired and stressed.

I feel like crying again, but why did I raise my voice? I'm sorry, am I making a scene? Is it all my fault?

"Does it seem so meaningless that I worry about you?"

"Yes, because you don't even know me."

"You don't know me either but you are in love with me." He replies, the idiot.

How does he suddenly make the argument so ridiculous? The anxiety is gone and so are the tears, wow, thank goodness! Thank you Lee Heeseung for being so stupid.

"The truest thing about you is that you are an idiot, aren't you?" I ask, shocked.

"Or are you in love with Sunghoon?"

"Will you stop with that? I told you I like J- I paralyze myself, remembering that now it's like he's Ester's. He even drove her home-really-the two of them alone. Really Amanda? Is that the situation to get jealous? - Jungwon." I nod.

"Shit, I can't think about it - he tells me, backing away nervously - why didn't you refuse?!"

Again?

"Why do you insist? - I huff in stew, getting up and shrugging at him as I put on his silly, fragrant sweatshirt, smell like his skin, his hair, I like it. I sniff it surreptitiously for a second and then raise my head proudly. - It's your fault."

"I made a mistake, Amanda."

"What ar..."

"Seriously." He repeats interrupting me, serious.

I can't look away now that he's staring at me like that. "Why did I have to be the one to refuse?"

"Because you are my fan. You're the one who should only want me."

But...is this real reasoning? I mean, is it really what it sounds like? Do real people reason like this? Or even worse, do famous people reason like this?

"Are you serious?"

"I-I don't know! - Ah, he stutters when he's in trouble...seriously, I.... - But it would have been better."

"So it's just a game, right? - I ask him, smiling serenely as I stretch the collar of his sweatshirt over my lips. - You just want to win."

Why does he look sad? Lee Heeseung, the actor you are.

"I want it all and I want more than the others, yes."

"You want a real answer? I don't want to leave here." I remind him, by now, this doesn't even sound like a real conversation, it's like I'm dreaming.

"Wouldn't that be better?"

"What?"

"To have you sent away." He says, as if there is still hope for redemption.

I feel like laughing but restrain myself. "You say I can still get sent away, get a million to pay off the debt at best, or end up as a host for another band at worst, just so I can worship you?"

"Avoiding the bands option, well yes, it wouldn't go unnoticed." He replies confidently.

"Wow... you have surprisingly low standards."

"Maybe while you were getting lost watching Sunghoon, you forgot that in front of you is Lee Heeseung."

"Do I become your luxury whore? We can make a contract, if you pay me the debt we estimate timisticam-" he shushes me, kissing me.

Oh, he kisses me a lot, doesn't he? How I love these kisses of his.

"Oh yeah, and would you?"

"No... - I giggle tiredly and confusedly, hanging onto his shoulder and putting myself on my toes to get closer to his ear-because if I were that close to you, I couldn't worship you anymore. I can give up the idea of Sunghoon, but not the idea of Lee Heeseung."

Wasn't that the answer you wanted to hear, Lee Heeseung?

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