#kpop relatives

[cosplayspacepirate]

I don’t know what energy has been manifested this year but us kpop stans are being well feed this year!!!

[ainecdote]

ik i don't talk about them much bc. kpop on main (derogatory) but svt truly are my boys in the same way loona are my girls yknow

[scopostims]

devil leedo stimboard with chaotic, flashy, and fire stims in red and green for me :•]

[ID: A 3x3 stimboard of 8 GIFs surrounding a central image.

GIF 1: Someone spinning a whip around themselves, sending huge waves of glowy green sparks out.

GIF 2: A board of glowing green pegs lighting up green concentric squares one at a time.

GIF 3: A huge tub of glowing green elephants toothpaste exploding up, flooding a backyard with the substance.

GIF 4: An animation of moving backwards through a trapezoidal hallway, alternating stripes of glowing red and green lights passing by.

Image: Leedo from the kpop boy group "Oneus" in a promo picture for the Devil album, wearing a red, velvet suit with green, slicked-back hair, standing in front of columns of fire.

GIF 5: Slow motion footage of a swirling vortex of fire that's red at the bottom but becomes green at the top.

GIF 6: Blurry footage of a raging red fire in the background, a silhouetted car and barbed wire fence in front of it.

GIF 7: A solar flare, a large stream of plasma bursting up and over the surface of the sun.

GIF 8: A barrel with multiple wooden beams sticking out of it, a large, bright red fire burning in it.

End ID]

[worm-priest]

P1harmony is so criminally underrated. If i was their manager i would make sure Soul went viral for his dancing every single week.

Their vocal line is better then half others in kpop but for some reason they keep giving them only hip hop songs

Jail jail jail

[ishikawayukis]

whenever artists tour latam and only add one date in one city in brazil i think that's just fucking insane because that country is huge and has over 200m people in it, like imagine them doing the same in the states you already have people throwing fits because they aren't going to cities near them, imagine them just going to la fucking wild

[izumeoo]

zrobilam wlasnie siusiu

[plsleafmelon]

dont fall back into the kpop phase dont fall back into the kpop phase dont fall back into the kpop phase dont fall back into the kpop phase

[trophygony]

rhythm game only available in Japanese 52 injuries 1 sad lad

[schrodingers-hoarding-problem]

seeing such a bigger community of shawols than i thought there was on tumblr is making me want an older shawol mentor to teach me more

[skimblyshanks]

The lack of regard for actors in general when it comes to labor rights within the arts is galling, actually.

[ilistentogirlinred]

say it with me now:

put the mic packs on the inside of the clothes. the clip part should be on the OUTSIDE of what it's clipped into. if you do this they are less likely to fall out! if possible, clip it into a bra or use a mic belt thing. if this isn't possible because of the outfit, clip it into the pants/shorts/skirt WITH THE CLIP ON THE OUTSIDE. NOT IN THAT WEIRD POCKET THING KPOP IDOLS ALWAYS USE FOR SOME FUCKING REASON. IF THE COSTUMES ARE CONSISTENTLY MAKING IT DIFFICULT TO FUNCTIONALLY HAVE MICROPHONES, MAYBE THERE SHOULD BE MORE COMMUNICATION BETWEEN MIC PEOPLE AND OUTFIT PEOPLE.

[withleeknow]

wow i really am a hater at my core

[thesingingrevolution]

i said kangaroo by nct u 😭😭😭😭😭

[aznisure]

idol au where light chokes on a fly on live television and L is the cameraman who films every second of it. also they keep crossing paths on music shows for some reason

day 7 / au ! some au details under cut

- L doesnt actually go out of his way to film light during this miserable ordeal.he simply doesnt care about light’s reputation enough to stop rolling and forgets about it the next day. a week later light sees him at mcountdown

- yes lights stage name is kira

- light presents as the perfect idol: single, kind, hardworking, rags to riches story, humble yet confident, just gay enough to queerbait but not face homophobic backlash, passionate, creative etc., when the cameras are off hes basically canon light minus the murder

- light is an all rounder and tenor. he also plays tennis in his free time. he is japanese and has been scouted off the streets. he is a kpop idol and the au takes place in korea. he is a solo idol and has never been in a group before. l is still british and misa is still japanese.

- he writes his own songs. his ego doesnt let him indulge in ghostwriters

-manager ryuk owns a ridiculous amount of chrome hearts simply impossible to buy on a managers salary. light is deeply suspicious and mildly wary of him at all times. ryuk also knows lights real personality and finds it amusing. he takes joy in a gigantic pr scandal which light will inevitably become one day

- rem dreses the way she does without looking misplaced because its in line with misas gothic/harajuku brand. ryuk looks wildly out of place next to light but noone seems to make him change. light tried, very persistently. but even light yagami has to admit defeat sometimes

- light debuted at 17 and is now 22. L is 29

- L works at all things live television and sometimes variety shows. he mainly works for idols. the media company hes signed under works with lights company. light doesnt know this until he violently cyber stalks L after the fly debacle

- they have actually been working together for 3 years without knowing each other and L has filmed light quite often due to him being the companys most popular male idol. light of course never noticed and only sort of recalls now

- L has always found light fascinating because the persona he wears is accepted to be very genuine by the general public. L always thought it was total bullshit, a masterful imitation of a real person.

- light never yells at anyone in public ever. not to misa even though he wants to rip her from his side on the thousand talk shows they go on. not to ryuk when he critiques every aspect of every bit of lights stages. not to his previous managers even though they were wildly incompetent and pissed light off daily. his reputation is everything to him. so when he yells at L in the middle of everyone at the backstage of mcountdown its a bit of a spectacle. thats the first crack L sees in lights shell and he wants to see more

- afterwards is a public apology and bullshit story about grief and a dead relative and misdirection of feelings and the game begins. L gets himself booked on as many as Lights jobs as possible with only one aim. to capture a crack in koreas sweethearts perfect persona on camera

- L doesnt do it because hes a truth chaser or whatever he simply enjoys watching light crack. and to have him crack on love tv would be to Win. light catches onto the game very quickly

[blond3ang3l]

Eren is a geek lover. He absolutely is enamored with you. Watching your lips with every word you spoke. The way you got excited telling him about every single new detail of the things you got interested in. Eren worked hard as a famous rnb singer, long days in the studio trying to perfect his songs. Then having to perform when he literally had the WORST anxiety known to man. It always felt like someone needed him and was on his ass about something.

But he did it all for you. For moment like this were he could come home and listen to you tell him. About the things you’ve watched in your huge list of video essays that you had in a playlist on YouTube. How you lit up telling him different facts from how the dating game killer had a coworker that also happened to be a serial killer and he didn’t know to the conspiracy theory of the 27 club, no matter what you said it always made you so happy and seeing you all giddy and stimming while you talked to him made him so content with his life.

…and his dick very hard

“I know cotards syndrome, Koro, Diogenes, fregoli, hypochondria, pica, capgras, boanthropy, apotenmophilia, kulver bulcy, ekbom, erotomania, Stendhal. Pics is like one of the more well known. You know that show my strange addiction that we watch together? Yeah so like those people who eat the random shit like the lady who ate rocks- omg that reminds me!”

Erens ass was not listening one bit. He was watching you, watching your body. You guys had been apart for a little over a month so could do a very short tour in another country and he was sick as fuck that he couldn’t bring you. Everyone knew it too. His attitude fucking sucked that trip. He was antsy, his anxiety was through the roof, he snapped at everyone, overall he fucking hated it. But now, sitting here with you he finally felt at peace.

You were sitting on his lap, yapping his ear off. His eyes couldn’t help but wander to your legs which lead him to notice you were wearing his boxers. The way your thick thighs filled them out compared to his own, he couldn’t resist grabbing them. Grabbing them led to groping them, which lead to him sneaking his hands under the boxer. This caught you off guard and stopped your sudden rant with a small gasp. He chuckled and slipped two fingers in his mouth covering them in his saliva before slipping them back under the boxers.

“Cmon baby, keeping telling me about the little videos.”

He had to have been joking. No way was he just gonna pretend he wasn’t teasing you. Like his finger wasn’t circling around your aching hole.

“Go on I’m waiting baby. Keeping telling me bout what you learned.”

As much as you wanted to roll your eyes you knew it would get you no where. This wasn’t a new thing, eren was always so needy. It was always worse after a tour. Even if it had only been a relatively short one.

“Okay well like I was saying, erotomania is something that a lot of celebrity stalkers have. Especially kpop ones. It’s when someone genuinely believes they’re in a relationship with a celebrity. Remember that girl that literally would follow you to the airport? That crazy bitch probably had it.”

Eren couldn’t help but bite his lip as he listened to you go on. God you looked so fucking good. Your hair looked so good. He was so glad he got you your own personal stylist so you never had to worry about needing to go to a shop or someone else’s house. You smelled so good too. That vanilla body oil you used was just fucking irresistible. He didn’t know whether he liked that one or the strawberry poundcake one more. Either way it only made him want you more.

He slowly slid a finger inside you, watching your face contort as you tried to keep your composure. A deep chuckle erupted from his throat. He missed seeing your face. Facetime wasn’t enough. Having to sneak off to the bathroom to jerk off to pictures and homemade pornos wasn’t enough for him. He needed to see you. To feel you. He slid his free hand up your shirt, groping your chest as he thrusted finger in out and of you.

“R-ren, fuck. Cmon baby, how am i supposed to talk while you’re doing this.”

Your whines only made eren smile as he thrusted a second finger inside you. He watched you as you threw your head back while crying out. He was enjoying every second of teasing you. You were so impatient and he knew it. That’s why he catered to every need you had. You hated having to wait and tended to be bratty when you did. So he made everything about you. Whatever you wanted you had. But this time he needed to be selfish. He wanted to watch you come undone first. And that’s exactly what we’re doing.

Your tight grip on his shoulders told him everything. Your nails were digging deep into his skin as you pushed back against his fingers. You didn’t want to admit it but you missed Ren so much. Your fingers and toys didn’t compare to what he could do. How he could prolong your orgasm by teasing you. He could feel you leaking all over his thigh, his boxers now all sticky along with his thigh. He slowly slid his fingers out of you causing you whine.

He didn’t feel bad at all. It was about him this time. He gripped your hips dragging you along his thigh, making it even more of a mess. You hid your face out of embarrassment. It was too much at how he could make you a whiny mess. No other man could do this to you but him.

You couldn’t help the small noises that fell past your lips as you grinded against his thigh. Eren shivered feeling your warm breath against the side of his neck. The way you tugged at his hair he knew you were close. He could read your body like a damn book.

“Cmon baby, almost there. Let me see you.”

“F-fuck ren, I cant.”

Eren wasn’t having that at all. You couldn’t what? You were gonna disobey him? No chance in hell. He gripped your jaw forcing you to look at him

“You telling me no baby? I could have sworn I said I wanted to see your face. I’ve been gone for a long time and you think your whining is gonna stop me?”

You loved moment like this when Eren suddenly got serious. He was…well he was very off Standish which came off to mean as others. But he babied you. The moment you told him no thought after he told you to do something? It was like a switch flipped in him. His tight grip on your face was only turning you on more which made you rut against his leg faster.

“You’re gonna be good aren’t you baby? Gonna cum for me like a good little whore?”

You eagerly nodded as you bit your lip. You could only cry out his name as you came all over his thigh, making a mess in his boxers. Eren kept his grip on your face to make sure you maintained eye contact the entire time. A smirk creeping on his face as you came.

“There you go baby, let’s go get you cleaned up..”

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@merakidoll Eren fic just like I promised🫶🏽

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Based of a conversation with my boyfriend where I literally was going on about mental illness during my rant about the many video essays I watch

[sparklingblu]

Eroverse

Pt.2 - The Ring

Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader

Passing out twice and waking up without being able to feel your fingers is not your ideal way of starting a morning. Your body feels like it have been battered with baseball bats rapidly and frozen in an ice box. The throbbing pain in your head earlier have returned.

You summon the last bit of your strength to sit up from the cold bathroom floor. Immediately, the room starts spinning and you have to grab the shower handle for support.

"Damn it"

You curse, feeling like a madman and you might already be one with everything you have went through in the last hour. An app transporting you to a doorless room is not something that happens everyday. And Rei, you feel a surge of triumph despite the state you are in. You got a blowjob from an idol, something millions of people fantasize about and you are no longer one of them. You can't believe your luck although a part of your mind lingers on the thought that everything comes with a price. And what's the price you have to pay for such a one in a million opportunity?

As you walk to the sink to freshen up, your foot suddenly presses on something solid with a loud 'Crack'. You look down and curse again. Your phone lays there, fissures spread across the screen like tentacles. Hopefully, it's only the screen protector. You pick it up and it immediately chimes with a notification.

"Congrats on completing your first quest. Please wait patiently for your next one"

said the textbox from the "Ero" app.

Just like that? you think. Usually completing a quest grants you a reward. That's the whole point it's called a quest but apparently, this app thinks a congratulation is enough. Maybe the experience is already rewarding enough and you are being ungrateful. You doubt there's anyone else who can brag they got sucked off by an idol.

Your thumb nearly press the notification before you pull away in alarm. You are not ready to face the darkness again. The app tells you to wait for your next quest so it's relatively safe but you are not taking any chances.

You turn on the tap of the sink, washing your face and hopefully your weariness as well. There's no way you can go through the day in your current state. You have an article that you have to finish today and if you don't, you are probably going to end up with instant noodles for all three meals for the rest of the week.

Holding on to the wall with one hand for support you quickly make your way to a chair in the corner, practically throwing yourself onto it. You let out a sigh. The soreness still isn't gone but it feels less painful now and the chill is bearable.

As the pain lessens, your thought becomes clearer. You take time to reflect on what have happened so far. An app called 'Ero' that randomly appears on your phone and gives you the weirdest quest ever. (Maybe not weird, but definitely not ordinary) You pass out, wake up, got head from an idol, pass out and wake up again. Nothing makes sense except the fact that you go through all of it and you are very much sure it's real.

In the meantime, you decide to do some research. You flip open your laptop, the digits on the screen indicating around an hour has passed since your first blackout though you feel like it haven't been that long. Maybe time pass differently in that gloomy room. Maybe you are just enjoying yourself too much that you lose track of time. You have absolutely no idea.

Entering google, the first thing you type up is of course, 'Ero app'. No luck, none of the results have what you are looking for. You try again, just 'Ero' this time. The results aren't so much different. In a last desperate attempt, you type "App that lets you fuck idols". Stupid? Totally. But it's the last straw. Some websites related to kpop pop off. But nothing that can give you any explanation.

You close your laptop shut with a sigh. Ok, so nothing on the internet. Maybe you can ask someone about it. But what will you ask? "Hey, ever get a notification from an app that lets you fuck idols?" Not a good idea. Afterall, it might just be a hallucination. Perhaps you have been jerking off and fantasizing about idols so much your brain finally snaps. The thing is, it's probably the millionth time you tell yourself this and people wants to believe things aren't real because in fact, they very much are.

So nothing left to do except carry on with your life. No use dwelling on something you can't possibly figure out or anyone else in this case. The pain have drastically lessen and you make yourself a cup of coffee. The caffeine helping you anchor back into reality.

To this point, you have been naked. Too tired to put something on and too lazy to care. Not like anyone wants to see your bare ass anyway. And the curtains are drawn so you don't need to worry about being out on display.

You chug down the rest of the coffee and head back into the bathroom to take your shower that got delayed for an hour. The memory of being swallowed by the dark returned as soon as you set foot into the room but you shrug it off and proceed to do what you come for.

The cold water wash away rest of your exhaustion and even after you are done, you stay an extra fifteen minutes just to bask in the pleasure of the cool droplets hitting you at full force. Ironically, you find yourself humming a melody from Love Dive by IVE given you just cum down one of the members throat.

Then a thought enters your mind at the worst possible moment and a chill runs down your spine. What if the person you met isn't Rei? Crazy as it is, there's no way an idol will randomly appear to you, calls you master, sucks you off and disappears. So now what? Is it a shapeshifter? You have heard tales of such demons that takes on the form of others. A succubus? Could be, given that you are about to jerk off to Rei, she might have been your fantasy partner at the moment.

"Stop it Michael"

You scold yourself.

"You are a grown ass man, act like one"

You have already decided not to dwell on it and that's what you will do. Keep calm and carry on. No more crazy thoughts about demons and succubuses.

The rest of the day was nothing out of ordinary. You stay in your room all day and order takeout, finishing up the article you have to submit tomorrow. The thought of the 'Ero' app enters your mind from time to time but it's nothing you can't deal with.

When you finally finish your task, it's already 6 pm. The sun is starting to set and rays of twilight pour into your room from the slit of your curtains, which you haven't opened since morning for some reason. Maybe the darkness-

You quickly cut off your train of thoughts and reach for your phone to get your daily dose of social media when it suddenly chimes. Oh, not again, you think. The funny thing? A slight part of your mind is hopeful. Another quest, another idol to fuck. You feel pathetic.

Nevertheless, you check your notification. Thank god, it's not the app. Or you are disappointed it isn't? Ever seen cartoons where a small angel version of you sit on your shoulder and a devil version sits on another? That's how you feel right now. One single mind yet two different thoughts battling for dominance.

The text is from one of your fellow colleagues, Russell, who have worked with you on several ocassions. "Drinks at Berny's tonight? It's my treat" Someone got his paycheck, you think. But hell, who don't want free drinks? "Sure, count me in, the usual time?" you reply. "You got it" is the answer.

You turn off your phone. At least you have something to look forward to now. Maybe a drink is all you need to clear your mind.

At 8 sharp, you are already dressed in your best (and only) outfit, khaki pants and a polo shirt punctuated by a denim jacket you throw on just to add the final touch to your fit. Berny's bar is not so far away from your house and another reason being not wanting to waste your money on a cab, you walk there. The streets are bustling with people and the sound of horns, screech of tires and bits and pieces of voices that ocassionally escape from conversations nearby to your hearing.

A five minutes walk is all it takes for you to reach your favorite bar, the Berny's. The place is quiet as usual, even on weekends. The name of the bar stands out, carved into the wooden signboard over the double set of wooden doors. It's not a fancy place like the ones you see in big cities but the old building gives off a warm comforting feeling, like it can wash away every single one of your worries. And that's what you need right now.

You enter the building and immediately spot Russell and some familiar faces at a table near the counter. You raise your hand in greeting and take a seat. As it's a Wednesday night, the bar is even quieter than usual, the only other seats being a couple who are giggling over their beers and a trio of friends talking loudly. Perfect for you.

"Michael, my man, so you finally come out after hibernation?"

Russell teases and you snort.

"Real funny, Russell"

The others, around five people are lost in their own conversation, publishers, writers and friends of friends. When the drinks arrive accompanied by several things to nibble, the conversations get even more heated, fueled by the alochol. You chime in once in a while but most of the time, you just sip your drink in silence. Russell must have noticed it because he glances at you and says

"Hey man, you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm good. No worries"

You lie. The thing is being here don't uncloud your thoughts, in fact it reminds you even more about the 'Ero' app. Will those people be able to talk and laugh like that if they went through what you did? It might seem like a crazy idea. You got to experience what millions of people fantasize about and you are...scared? depressed? worried? You can't find a single word to describe what you are feeling right now. You can't help thinking there is a price to pay for what you have achieved. On the other hand there is a sort of yearning, the desire to go through it once again, never satisfied with the pleasure. You feel like a thirsty person who have fallen into a well.

You have been spacing out for so long you don't realize your bladder tightening, signaling for a need to answer the call of nature. You excuse yourself and head to the restroom, a small single room in the back of the bar.

After obliging to your bodily urge, you pull up your pants, accidentally dropping your phone out of your pocket. It hits the floor with a thud and when you pick it up, more tremors run across the screen, making it looks like a glacier on the verge of breaking open.

You are about to blame yourself for making yourself waste money on a new screen protector when the screen lights up with a chime. You freeze, your eyes focused on the single text box on the screen.

"New quest ready, ready for your next adventure chosen one?"

There's no need to explain where the text is from.

You start feeling light headed. The memory of the pain and cold from earlier in the day rushing back into your mind like a dam breaking open. Do you answer or do you not answer? To be or not to be? You should have deleted the app but would you have really? Aren't you the one who's yearning for it secretly?

The angel and the devil on your shoulders start bickering again, million thoughts manifesting and disintegrating at every second. You are the one who decided to carry on, aren't you? Keep calm and carry on, you say. That's bullshit. You don't want to carry on, you want more of this. Regardless of the consequences, if there are even consequences? Maybe you are overthinking. Yes, definitely. That's it. No harm in living your fantasies. You are just that lucky. A magic app just for you.

Your thumb taps on the notification then releases. For a moment nothing happens, then the familiar loading screen with the black heart loads up. After a minute, it lights up with a flash. You obviously haven't learned from last time because you get momentarily blinded. When it dims, there's a textbox in the center, another quest.

"Second Quest: Tame Eunbi

Make Eunbi submits to you and try not to get killed

There is no time limit"

Your kpop knowledge comes in. Eunbi, former leader of Iz*one, currently a soloist. To be honest, you are a bigger fan of her tits than herself. Making her submit? Nothing strange. Try not to get killed? Definitely strange. Rei have been nothing but obedient in your first quest and now have the tables turned?

You have no time to debate as the darkness surrounds you, embracing you in its obsidian hold. This time, you are not as startled though you still dread it. Then comes the cold wave that spreads to every single cells in your body, then you collapse.

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Here's a friendly advice. Don't try to pass out if you can manage. It doesn't get better no matter how many time you have done it.

As you come back to your senses, you feel a wave of nausea so strong you think you are gonna throw up. Your open you eyes and have to close them again after they get burned from the glow of the single lightbulb overhead, hanging from a wire.

After taking a few deep breaths, you turn to the side and open your eyes once again. As usual, you have no idea where you are. You are lying on a white canvas which is thankfully soft. You support yourself on one arm and sit up, scanning the environs.

You are in a rectangular platform, enclosed by ropes on all four sides that run from posts in each corner of the ring. Beyond it, you can faintly make out the shape of shelves, all lined with medals and trophies of every shape and size. For some reason, at the foot of one shelf lays a sculpture of a swan like the ones you see in ponds, toppled over as if someone have kicked it down.

So, you are in a boxing ring. Not exactly an ideal place to fuck someone. But your opinion doesn't matter. It's your quest that does. It's a pretty mysterious quest compared to the first one. 'Try not to get killed' it says. And considering where you are right now, it's just a perfect place to do the exact opposite.

Looking from the bright side, at least this time, you are not naked. You look good, even. But if you have to protect yourself, it's not really the best fit. Good looks won't help you survive.

"Who are you?"

A voice from the back startle you so much you nearly let out a shriek. You rise from the floor, turning your head to the back slowly in case you are at gunpoint. But after seeing who's behind you. Being held at gunpoint becomes the least of your worries.

Eunbi stands, propped against a pole in a corner of the ring. Her hypnotic eyes seem to bore into your soul like a predator preparing to pounce on its prey. Long raven bangs fall on her shoulders gracefully, one side tucked to the back. She wears a black sports bra with two silky rows of fabric extending from each strap, zigzagging on her chest and obscuring the view of her cleavage (which is a big loss). She is dressed in jeans of the same color from her waist down. Its top button unattached, opened up to give a slight view of her midriff. You wonder if it's intentional or she just doesn't know. If it's the latter, you are not going to point it out.

"Answer my question"

Eunbi snaps, her tone sharp with despise.

"My name's Michael"

You introduce yourself. Seems like a good start when facing a woman who already seems to hate you.

"Another one of his spawns, I see"

She mocks, her eyes never wavering away from your face.

"Another human to kill I guess"

"Look, I'm not here to-"

Your words are cut short by the pain that explodes from the side of your ribs. You fall to your knees, wrapping your arms around your torso. Eunbi, who is far away from you just a moment ago now stands in front of you, looking down with animalistic hunger in her eyes.

"Wait-"

Another eruption of agony. This time in your back, you fall flat on the floor, facedown. Your lust have gotten the best of you this time. Eunbi isn't the obedient type like Rei. She's out for blood.

You are just waiting for another blow that will finish you off when you suddenly fee a surge of strength that course through your veins, empowering your muscles.

You get up with your newfound strength, just in time to avoid Eunbi who strikes the floor with strength that will probably turn you into mush.

She looks up, her eyes wide with confusion.

"Impossible! How?"

But it's now your time to strike. You tackle into Eunbi with the side of your body, knocking her to the floor. She growls and prepares to get up again but you are faster, quickly planting your knees on both sides of her legs and pinning her hands by the waist with your own.

"This is unfair!"

She complains.

"You have never help anyone but why him?"

You have no idea who she's talking to but you already set your goal in mind. Ripping off the fabric from her straps, you tie her hands in a bundle above her head. She writhes, cursing in languages you don't understand and attempts to kneel you when you accidentally loosen the hold on her legs. However, her effort bears no fruit as you tighten the hold on her legs even more.

"You will regret this! Next time, it won't be this easy!"

You ignore her, now staring at her cleavage that have been made visible after removing the straps. The flesh spilling out from the top of her bra. You reach for one and squeeze it over the piece of clothing. Eunbi shrieks and curses again. You do the same thing to the other one, earning another curse from Eunbi.

"You talk too much"

You mutters, sliding a hand down the opening of her jeans, reaching for her sweet spot. Eunbi isn't wearing any panties and your finger quickly locates the nirvana between her legs. You shove a finger into her wet folds to which she replies with a new name for you. But you are too focused to care, slipping another finger into her.

"You are already so wet, huh? You must have been fantasizing about this"

I mock as I start to slide my fingers in and out of her, each pump making Eunbi's voice a decibel lower until it reaches a point where her malison get replaced by huffs that start to sound more and more like moans. You move in a precise pace, making sure to tease her clit every now and then.

Eunbi's back starts to arch, her knees rising as if encouraging you to finger her even deeper. And you happily oblige, pulling her jeans down to her kneels and increasing your pace which is already becoming unbearable for her. With each thrust of your fingers, you extract a moan from Eunbi, whose eyes start to roll into the back of her head, her legs shaking violently.

It's hard to believe this is the woman who tired to kill you just a moment ago. Her vigour now replaced by nymphomania. Her eyes which says "Get ready to die" earlier now begs you not to stop.

"Where's the threats now, Eunbi? Cat got your tongue?"

You asks as you thrusts in your finger with full force, draw back and thrust in again, making her body convulses.

"I'm....I'm sorry.....please...."

She starts whining and that's when you know you have completed your quest. But you still have other ideas. This is not enough, you have to push her over the limit. Turns her into nothing but a vessel for your pleasure.

"Oh, are you now?"

You demand, your fingers rubbing her clit frantically.

"Yes....yes......I'm gonna cum....I'm.."

A geyser erupted from Eunbi's wet hole, staining the white floor of the boxing ring and your pants. You withdraw your fingers from her folds and shove them into her mouth. She happily licks it clean, her knees still shaking.

"Oh, this is only a sample of what I'm gonna do to you. Don't get tired now"

You scorn as you take off your jaccket, shirt and then your pants, your mamba springing to its full length. Eunbi's gaze rest on your cock and the expression in them is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.

"What? Too big for you to handle?"

You kneel and look at her with a pathetic smile. Seeing how she just submits to you, you thinks she won't try to kill you anymore so you untie her hands.

"Those jeans are getting in the way, don't you think?"

Eunbi seems to understand the assignment, she obeys and starts pulling off her jeans.

"Oh and while you are at it, lose the rest too"

If Eunbi wants to retort, she swallows it. Because she pulls off her sports bra and lies on the floor, her huge tits now out on display.

You get on top of her in the earlier position, the only difference being that you no longer have to restrain her legs and your cocks now lie between the valley of her mounds.

"You know what to do"

You order and Eunbi immediately push in her melons from both side with her fingers, enveloping your shaft in its cotton hold. You start bucking your hips, watching your cockhead disappear and reappear between her bust. Whenever the tip emerges, Eunbi will stick out her tongue and lick your slit to get a taste of your precum.

"Yes, fuck Eunbi, just like that"

You groan as Eunbi spits between her knockers, creating a smooth pathway for your manhood. Gliding between her jugs, you bring your thumb and index fingers to squeeze her nipples, which are already rock hard from the stimulation. You roll and pinch them in your fingers, making Eunbi squeals.

To be honesr, you are not exactly a boobs person. If someone asks you boobs or ass?, you will choose ass in a heartbeat. But with the way Eunbi's jugs feel sandwiching your knob, you might seriously have to reconsider.

These squashy clouds that fits you perfectly like a glove and feels like velvet to your touch. You would use them all day if you could. And who is she to complain? She has become nothing but a cockslut, eager to tend to your needs.

You increase your pace, making it impossible for Eunbi to keep up with her licks on your head. So instead, she opens her mouth, letting the tip slides in whenever it escapes from her hooters. The warmth of her mouth combined with the friction provided by her supple flesh drives you crazy. And those fuck me eyes she gives you doesn't help.

Your waist starts to get sore from moving at an intense pace for god knows how long. Nonetheless, you push on. It's not everyday you get a chance to shove your dick between this kind of tits, such art that most people only get to enjoy with their sights.

But here you are, taking advantage of it to the fullest. Your intentions evident from the squelching sound that resonate whenever your cock rubs against her spit lubed flesh. If you say you feel like you are in heaven, that will be an understatement. You are beyond that. But that's the closest words that can describe it.

You have heard heaven is eternal. But this certainly is not as the same old tightening feeling starts manifesting in your stomach. Your cock throbs, and Eunbi must have noticed it because she starts to shake her jugs along with your thrusts, making sure not a single inch of you is left untouched by her mounds.

Each thrust take you closer and closer to the edge. The jolt of esctasy starting slithering its way to your shaft. You thrusts and thrusts until you can't take it anymore.

Globes after globes of cum erupts from your cock, painting the canvas of Eunbi's face. The first spurt lands on Eunbi's tongue which she sticks out just before your release and the rest make its way to her hair and the rest of her renowned facial features which have become nothing but a cumdump for you.

You rub the tip of your cock on her nipples to clean your remaining semen and sit down, unable to stand with how sore your waist is. You admire the mess you have made which is Eunbi, now lying on the floor with her legs spread and juice dripping down from her pink cavern. Her tits heaving up and down with each breath and her tongue still hanging out from her mouth like a bitch in heat.

Another quest. Complete. This one a lot riskier but it is certainly worth it. As horniness no longer clouds your brain, the words Eunbi said from earlier start to come back to your mind. "You have never help anyone but why him?" Was she referring to that surge of strength that comes to you right when you need it? If so, who's she talking to? Who is this person?

Just more unanswered questions. But this quest confirms one of your thoughts or so you think. That the idols you meet are not the one from the real world. You kind of doubt it after your encounter with Rei but now you are certain. Because there's no way the real Eunbi is a master at martial arts that try to kill anyone she meets nor she would say “Another human to kill, I guess” as if she's not human. This mess have become too complicated for you to handle and you need answers soon or else you will start to go insane.

"Patience, my friend"

That same deep, hollow voice from earlier echo around the room. But this time you have the time to respond.

"Who are you?"

You scream (not sure if it is necessary but it's hard when the voice is coming from all around you).

A shrill chuckle. Like flint running on steel.

"I will tell you in time, but you have performed well for today. Don't keep your friends waiting"

The darkness returns, surrounding you at all sides. But you embrace it for once. As the icy feeling erupt from within your body, you drift into unconsciousness once again.

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(Another smut. Thanks to you all for the support on my first one. I didn't expect it to blow up tbh. Until next time~)