The bathroom light flickered once, catching in the mirror the shadow of the woman who'd entered without knocking.
Eun Hae.
Her eyes—those cruel, velvet storms—landed on him with the weight of unspoken command. She said nothing. She didn't need to.
Kang Min-jae had just barely zipped up his pants after Hye-Ra's surprise ambush, still trembling from the aftershocks of her mouth, when Eun Hae's hand gripped his wrist.
Without a word, she turned, dragging him from the bathroom like a misbehaving dog on a leash. His legs stumbled, knees wobbling, but she didn't slow. The bedroom was dim, curtains drawn, moonlight cutting across the sheets. Hye-Ra's wine bottle lay half-tipped near the couch, where she dozed in her silk robe, chest rising with each slow, deep breath.
"Come," Eun Hae whispered—a sentence, a threat, a promise.
She pulled him toward the bed, sat down on the edge, and pulled him between her thighs. Her fingers undid his zipper as if punishing the fabric for daring to restrain him. Her nails grazed skin, and the friction jolted Min-jae's breath from his throat.
Still dressed in her black turtleneck—though it now barely hung on her shoulders—Eun Hae slid back on the bed, spreading her legs with surgical precision, as if inviting him to dissect her soul.
"Use your tongue first," she commanded, voice as smooth as poison-tipped velvet. "Show me you still belong to me."
He obeyed. How could he not?
Min-jae lowered his mouth to her inner thigh, kissing softly, building up to the wet heat just under her panties. Her fabric was soaked already—an admission, a confession her cold voice would never say aloud.
She gasped as he made contact. Her hips bucked once, reflexive. She locked her thighs around his head and hissed, "Don't stop until I forget my name."
He didn't.
His tongue moved like it had learned her rhythm from another life. Her thighs quivered. Her fingers tightened in his hair. Her back arched, spine coiling like a bow drawn tight.
But she didn't finish. Not yet.
Instead, she pushed him back, straddled him, and reached down to guide him inside her with a slow grind that made both of them shudder.
Then, from the couch—
A creak.
Min-jae's blurred vision caught it too late, but Eun Hae had already noticed.
Hye-Ra.
She stirred, eyes just barely open. Her lashes fluttered. She looked. She watched—and for a moment, simply lay there. Her lips parted in silent amusement.
Then she sat up.
"Really?" she drawled, stretching. Her robe slipped from one shoulder. "Couldn't wait for me to leave, huh?"
Eun Hae, grinding in steady rhythm, didn't stop. "You were snoring. Not our fault."
Min-jae tried to respond, but all that came out was a whimper as Eun Hae clenched down.
Hye-Ra's feet padded across the carpet. She stood beside the bed, one hand on her hip.
"So greedy," she sighed. "Fine."
She climbed up—bare thighs brushing his arm—and sat squarely on Min-jae's face.
Panties on. Lacy, tight, soaked.
"Breathe when you can," she muttered, and wriggled her hips.
Eun Hae didn't slow down. She leaned forward, breasts now brushing his chest, and locked eyes with Hye-Ra above him.
Their faces were inches apart. Tension crackled.
Then—a kiss.
Slow, open-mouthed. Deep.
Their tongues tangled like competing vines on the same flower.
Min-jae, pinned beneath them both, was drowning in them. Drowning in heat and salt and sweetness. Eun Hae rode him harder now, her moans mixing with Hye-Ra's above. His tongue flicked desperately against the laced barrier until Hye-Ra, eyes glowing with wicked delight, reached down and slid her panties off.
She tossed them aside, then settled again.
His world vanished into her warmth.
Eun Hae's climax hit like a whipcrack—back arching, nails digging into his shoulders. Hye-Ra followed seconds later, body spasming, thighs pressing so tightly he saw stars.
They moved together, rocked together, breathed together, until their cries blended into one molten sound that only the gods would understand.
But it didn't stop there.
Not after the first wave.
Minutes became an hour. An hour became two.
The air turned thick with sweat, perfume, and Qi. The room pulsed with cultivation energy—wild, chaotic, forbidden. Min-jae's core burned with Yin overload, his Stormbound Fool condition flaring red warnings in his vision.
[SYSTEM WARNING]
Spiritual Overload – Threshold: 92%
Recommend: "Retreat, Recover, Refrain."
You won't, though, will you?
They changed positions. Again. Again.The night no longer passed in minutes but in movements.
First, Hye-Ra mounted him again, her thighs flexing with predatory grace as she took her time, grinding slow, wet circles into his hips, savoring every inch. Her wine-sweet breath fell in moans across his face as she leaned forward to trap his wrists above his head with a single hand, her strength startling. She whispered filth and praise in alternating breaths—each word coiling around his spine like hot vines.
From behind, Eun Hae pressed in, her lips at his throat. She bit—not gently. Her teeth sank in just hard enough to remind him that pleasure could carry teeth, that dominance didn't have to speak loud to command everything.
He gasped, hips bucking, but neither of them gave him control.
Then they shifted—Eun Hae flipped him over, dragged him to the edge of the bed with one smooth pull of her leg. She straddled him backward now, her full curves silhouetted in the moonlight, her back arching like a drawn bow as she sank down onto him again. Her pace was relentless, timed like a heartbeat—steady, controlled, devastating.
Hye-Ra knelt beside them, chest bare, uncorking a half-finished bottle of blood-red wine. She tipped it over herself, letting the liquid run down between her breasts in rivulets that shimmered in the low light.
"Drink," she murmured.
Min-jae leaned forward, mouth meeting flesh soaked in wine, lapping it greedily as the bitter tang mixed with the salt of her skin and the perfume of her arousal. Hye-Ra cradled his head against her, fingers sliding into his hair as she let out a soft sigh of satisfaction. The warmth of her chest against his mouth was like a second pulse. One hand continued to hold his wrist down against the pillow, as if she feared he might escape—though he'd never dream of it.
Eun Hae leaned back against his chest, the grind of her hips accelerating, wet sounds filling the room like an erotic melody. She whispered his name like a secret into the curve of his shoulder, and her hand slid back to squeeze his throat lightly, guiding his rhythm with cruel precision.
They didn't alternate. They layered.
When one slowed, the other sped up.
When one whispered, the other moaned.
When one bit, the other kissed.
They took everything.
And he—helpless, overwhelmed, blessed—gave everything.
His body trembled beneath them, his Qi spiraling in chaotic spirals that throbbed through his veins, pumping like spiritual blood from every pore. The System screamed warnings in the background, but he couldn't even process the popups. Not now. Not with Hye-Ra riding his face and crying out in breathless ecstasy while Eun Hae clenched around him like a velvet vice, her climax building like a tidal wave.
Their bodies collided above him, sweat meeting sweat, breath mingling, rhythm syncopating to something primal and unrepeatable. Min-jae felt his spirit threads fray, overcharged by the twin surges of Yin, his Stormbound Fool title pulsing at the edge of madness.
His voice gave out first—nothing left but strangled gasps and groans swallowed between thighs and kisses.
Then his hips gave, trembling with exhaustion as one final burst of strength drove into Eun Hae's tight heat—her second climax breaking in a shiver that made her entire body seize.
Even still, they didn't stop.
They slowed. But they didn't stop.
Their bodies curled around him like vines—tangled, soaked, trembling. They kissed over his chest, over each other's mouths, over the bruises they'd left behind.
They lingered.
Min-jae didn't remember how many times he came. Didn't even know whose hands were where. They were all one thing by the end—a single, breathless, desperate, sacred mess of limbs and whispers.
And then—
A pale glow reached the curtains.
Dawn.
It spilled across the tangled bed slowly, like the sky itself was hesitating to interrupt.
Hye-Ra was draped over his chest, one leg still hooked around his thigh.
Eun Hae curled into his side, her arms tight around his waist like possession itself.
He couldn't move. Couldn't think.
Could only feel the pulsing of their Qi inside him.
And the System's faint, nearly sarcastic whisper…
[SYSTEM ALERT – I WARNED YOU!]
Min-jae lay motionless between them. His body felt weightless, limbs tingling with post-cultivation shock.
Hye-Ra curled beside him, hair tangled across his chest, still humming some sultry tune. Eun Hae lay at his other side, legs tangled with his, one hand resting possessively on his chest.
"Don't think this means I like her," Eun Hae murmured, eyes half-lidded.
"I didn't say anything," Min-jae whispered hoarsely.
"You thought it."
"She tastes like red wine and trouble," Eun Hae purred. "Can't believe I kissed her. Twice."
"I can," Hye-Ra said, deadpan.
Silence fell again, warm and heavy. Their breaths slowed.
Then—Ding.
[SYSTEM ALERT – DUAL BOND SYNC COMPLETE]
Eun Hae Affection: 83% → 89%
Hye-Ra Affection: 66% → 77%
[Title Unlocked: Yin-Sandwiched Survivor]
[Skill Unlocked: Triple Breath Qi Cycling – Lv1]
Allows simultaneous Qi merging with two Yin types. High stamina cost.
[WARNING: STAMINA DEPLETED]Please don't die, Host.
Min-jae's eyelids fluttered shut.
He didn't even hear the System sigh.