Ha-eun padded softly toward the balcony, the late-night cityscape flickering in the window's reflection, each neon pulse echoing the raw fullness deep in her body. Every step sent a slow, heavy tremor through her belly—a living heat, Joon-ho's cum pooled thick and hot inside her, barely contained as she pressed her palm to her lower abdomen, half to savor the feeling, half to keep any from escaping. Her nipples tingled with the chill, hard points pressing against the thin silk of her robe. The faintest ache lingered at her entrance, sweet and sore, as if every muscle remembered exactly how she'd been filled.

Joon-ho's footsteps sounded behind her, steady and warm. He caught up, hands snaking around her waist and lower, kneading the soft swell of her ass. His lips grazed her nape, then her shoulder—small, reverent kisses. She leaned into him, allowing herself a private smile. There was something criminal in how gentle his touch could be after all that roughness; the juxtaposition made her ache deeper.

"You're almost too attentive," Ha-eun murmured, glancing at him over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded.

He grinned, thumb rubbing lazy circles on her hip. "You say that like it's a threat."

She arched an eyebrow. "You'll spoil me if you keep this up, Joon-ho."

He only bent and pressed a slow kiss to the side of her neck, his palm splayed on her belly—right over the place where his seed lingered. "You deserve it."

The glass doors to the balcony parted on silent runners. Outside, the night air bit at exposed skin, the city sprawling below. The wind snaked up under Ha-eun's robe, raising goosebumps. Her nipples, already hard, grazed the chill steel railing as she leaned over it, robe parting open, exposing full breasts and a flush that ran from her cheeks down to her navel. She let out a quiet sigh, savoring both the freedom and the exposure—even if nobody could see her from the street, the sense of being on display was inescapable.

To one side of the balcony, Alina and Min-Kyung were already trussed and waiting—each naked, strapped tight into separate chairs, their arms bound behind them and their legs splayed wide. Thick vibrators glistened, snug and humming in their soaked pussies, matched by smaller, buzzing plugs stretching their asses. Both wore blindfolds; both trembled with anticipation, each breath short and frantic, sweat prickling across their chests and thighs.

Su-bin moved with predatory grace between them, the perfect attendant in lacy, revealing lingerie: open-nipple bra, garter belt, crotchless panties, and a shining plug set in her own ass. She teased both girls in turn—sliding her fingers between their thighs, flicking at swollen clits, and leaning in to whisper promises and threats. Her voice was low and sweet: "Feel the wind, the city's eyes on you… You never know who's watching. If you cum without permission, I'll leave you shaking all night."

Min-Kyung gasped behind her gag, legs straining at the straps, thighs quivering as Su-bin dialed up the vibrators. Alina writhed helplessly, toes curling, nipples pulled into hard peaks by the cold and the shame. Both were on edge, their shame and arousal twisted into a single, breathless knot.

Su-bin stepped back, letting the city's lights flicker over her pale skin. She picked up a thick, black strap-on from a velvet box, buckling it tight around her hips, the dildo jutting proudly forward. She trailed a finger over Min-Kyung's trembling thigh, making her shudder. "Let's see which of you is the better slut tonight."

Ha-eun leaned into the rail, exhaling as the steel pressed cool against her breasts. She pulled a cigarette from a slim case, lighting it with a flick of gold and breathing in, smoke curling around her lips. Joon-ho stepped behind her, his cock already half-hard, brushing against the plush curve of her ass. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, hands sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbs rolling her aching nipples. The sensation of cold steel and warm flesh, the city wind and the heat between them, made her shudder with need.

"Do you always have to make me feel like prey?" Ha-eun asked, lips curving around her cigarette, her voice husky.

Joon-ho pressed his cock against her, rubbing slow, hard. "Only when you look this good running."

She laughed, throaty and unguarded, and offered him the cigarette. He took a drag, leaned in to kiss her, the smoke passing from her mouth to his, their tongues tangling as the heat flared between them again. She felt the first pulse of his cock, thickening with every touch, as his hands played over her—palming her breasts, tracing her ribs, dipping down to circle her clit. Ha-eun ground back into him, moaning around the kiss, the cigarette smoldering in her fingers.

On the other side of the balcony, Alina and Min-Kyung moaned, hips rolling, their cries muffled by their gags. Su-bin's laughter was low and musical as she teased them—one hand holding the remote, the other stroking the shaft of her strap-on, promising everything and nothing with a flick of her wrist.

Ha-eun tilted her head back, letting her hair spill across Joon-ho's shoulder. "Fuck me here," she whispered, the command as much a plea as a dare.

He didn't hesitate. He guided his cock to her entrance, pushing past swollen lips still slick with his earlier release. She gasped as he pressed inside, the fullness sudden and complete, his cockhead nudging against her cervix. She rocked back into him, her elbows braced on the railing, breasts swinging free. Joon-ho's hands never stopped moving—one arm wrapped around her waist to hold her steady, the other teasing her clit, rolling and pinching, making her hips jerk with every stroke.

She could feel him deep, every inch stirring the cum inside her, her womb fluttering as he pushed harder, deeper. The city breeze cooled her feverish skin, the scent of sex and smoke and wind swirling around her. He fucked her slow at first, savoring every reaction—the tightening of her ass against his hips, the way her nipples grazed the steel rail, the little whimpers she tried to muffle behind drags of her cigarette.

With every thrust, she felt her cervix open, the head of his cock pressing insistently. "God, you're filling me so deep," she breathed, her voice trembling with the effort to keep control. "I can feel you everywhere… don't stop."

Joon-ho groaned, fingers digging into her hips. "I want to be inside you forever."

She dropped her cigarette, letting it burn itself out on the balcony, and twisted to capture his mouth in a searing kiss. Their tongues tangled, her moans spilling into his mouth as he picked up the pace, hips snapping forward. She felt his cockhead breach her cervix, pushing up into her womb, her body convulsing in a shuddering orgasm that left her weak and shaking. "Yes, yes—fill me, ruin me, make me remember you tomorrow—"

He grunted, lost to the heat of her body, and spilled inside her again, his cum flooding her womb, filling her to the brim. They clung to each other, bodies trembling, breath mingling in the open night air. Ha-eun insisted he stay buried inside her, her arms looped around his neck, her head on his shoulder as she recovered.

"Stay like this, just for a moment," she whispered, voice soft and aching.

He held her, cock still throbbing inside, both of them swaying gently in the night breeze. She reached for another cigarette, lighting it with unsteady fingers, and took a deep drag before passing it to Joon-ho. They smoked in silence, letting the pleasure and the aftershocks settle into their bones.

After a moment, Ha-eun broke the quiet, her tone tinged with something like sadness. "Sometimes I envy Yura," she said, staring out over the city. "She's fighting for her freedom. Maybe she'll get a child with you. Sometimes I wish I could too."

Joon-ho pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. "We could always try," he said softly.

She shook her head, a rueful smile on her lips. "No. My body can't. My husband—my first one—he tried to poison me, ruined my womb. I killed him and took everything he had. That's why I run all this now. I made myself queen of something he could never control."

Joon-ho's arms tightened around her, lips brushing her nape, teeth leaving a dark hickey just below her hairline. "Nobody knows what comes next," he whispered. "You're still here. You can still have more."

She let out a shaky laugh, warmth mingling with the chill. "You're a dangerous man, Joon-ho. But maybe I need that."

They stood like that for another minute, her body impaled on him, her heart a little lighter, her mind adrift in the afterglow and the haze of smoke. When the cigarette burned down to the filter, she ground it out on the railing and finally, reluctantly, let Joon-ho slip free. She shivered at the sensation of his cum shaking inside her, her belly heavy and alive.

Ha-eun pulled her robe closed around her, then glanced over to where Su-bin was finishing with Alina and Min-Kyung. Both girls were slumped in their chairs, trembling, their bodies spent and their skin flushed. Su-bin stroked their hair, whispered something that made both girls shiver, and began to unbuckle their restraints.

Ha-eun raised her voice just enough for Su-bin to hear. "Wrap up for the night, darling. Make sure they remember tonight."

Su-bin nodded, pressing soft kisses to the girls' cheeks as she released them, promising gentle aftercare and the threat of more to come.

Ha-eun lingered at the balcony, breathing in the night, the city lights, the taste of smoke and sex and power. Joon-ho wrapped his arms around her from behind, lips pressed to the curve of her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin. Together, they watched the city glitter, every secret and every promise hanging thick in the humid, electric air.

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