TSOTI – Side Story 4

But contrary to their expectations, the boss let them go without resistance. Already aged and nearing retirement, it was the final mercy he granted.

​Even so, Seungbin never fully trusted him. He might have released them willingly only to send men later to kill them quietly, without a trace. Yet when the boss came all the way to the island, left a bag stuffed with an unimaginable amount of dollars, and departed, Seungbin perhaps set aside a little of that suspicion. They had already received substantial payment for their work; in just one year, they had saved enough to live comfortably for life.

​Later, they learned he had been terminally ill. With no children, he left nearly his entire fortune to Seungwoo and Seungbin, whom he had cherished especially.

​In any case, only he had known of their existence. Time passed, and even their former organization eventually stopped searching for them. Thus, Seungwoo and Seungbin finally found true freedom. In Seoul, where Doyoung was, they began a happy new life.

​“Hyung. Ah, open up.”

​Seungbin sat Doyoung between himself and Seungwoo and lifted a forkful of dessert from the table toward him. It was a fruit tart from a dessert spot he had searched hard to find, just for Doyoung, who loved fruit.

​They served tarts topped with different seasonal fruits; in midsummer, it was peach season, so they shared a peach tart. The dessert piled high with fragrant, honey-sweet peaches was as delicious as it looked.

​“Stooop…… Mmm…… I’ll eat by myself.”

​“No way. I want to feed you. Hyung has to let me feed him forever. Got it?”

​Seeing Seungbin offer another heaping spoonful of peach-topped dessert, Doyoung opened his mouth helplessly.

​His face was flushed bright red. It was because indecent things were still inserted in his pussy and anus. Before leaving the house, while getting ready to go out, Seungwoo and Seungbin had put vibrators inside Doyoung’s pussy. When they said the back hole would feel left out if only the front got one, they put another in the rear, too.

​Then they brought him out to a public place full of people. Doyoung had to moan endlessly in an open space, face drunk on arousal, body twitching.

​The café was quiet, but there was still one person at the opposite table. The first floor near the counter had a few people, but up on the relatively empty second floor, only one table was occupied.

​Doyoung found it unbearably embarrassing to be fed cake in front of someone with lewd things stuffed inside his pussy. At least the man wore headphones and stared only at his laptop—that was the one saving grace.

​“How is it? Good?”

​Munch munch. Cheeks puffed full, Doyoung chewed the peach in his mouth with effort, then nodded while exhaling heavily. After swallowing the tart piece, Seungbin immediately offered the Americano. Doyoung pursed his lips around the straw in the large iced cup.

​Slurp.

​Seungbin let him wash down the sweetness with the tangy coffee, then scooped another bite of tart and fed him. Seungwoo watched with a soft smile, simply observing as Seungbin fed Doyoung. He really felt glad they had come to Seoul. Every time he saw Doyoung smiling happily and Seungbin beside him, a smile bloomed on his own lips automatically.

​“Um…… Mmm. I’m full. Hnng…… Really, no more.”

​After devouring nearly half the tart, Doyoung waved his hands. Fullness was one thing, but the vibrator scraping inside his pussy made it impossible to swallow more.

​“Full already? No more?”

​“Yeah…… Later…… Hnng. We have dinner. Mmmng…….”

​They had a nice restaurant reservation soon. Thinking about it, if they wanted to eat a lot of expensive food later, they should hold back on dessert now.

​“Okay. We have to go to dinner soon anyway, so stop eating.”

​Seungbin treated Doyoung like a little child. Watching, Seungwoo chuckled softly beside them.

The late-afternoon café carried a certain charm. Warm summer sunlight slanted through the large windows, fresh and gentle; the sound of the man at the opposite table typing on his keyboard felt cozy. In the bright-toned café, only the half-eaten tart gleamed in the light. Transparent jelly atop peak-sweet summer fruit sparkled. If not for the toys inside his pussy, it would have been a space perfect for leisurely enjoyment.

​After working nonstop for three years since starting his job, Doyoung had recently quit.

​When he submitted his resignation, his boss immediately asked if it was because of him. The man had persistently courted Doyoung for years. Doyoung answered honestly: he didn’t want to tell his new lover about the boss’s existence.

​The boss seemed briefly surprised, then nodded understandingly. True to his background in a major conglomerate family, he never lost his composure. In addition to severance, the company gave Doyoung a generous special bonus for his three years. Perhaps because it was such a large firm with good policies—or perhaps because the boss had pulled strings.

​Thus began Doyoung’s long vacation. After three years without rest, he figured he deserved at least this much. He planned to play freely for exactly three months. Then, when summer ended, he would look for work again like before.

​At the same time, Doyoung moved homes. His previous place had been new too, but the cramped one-room was unsuitable for three people, so it was inevitable.

​The new home was a spacious villa overlooking the Han River. Even with severance and bonus, it was far beyond what Doyoung could afford alone. Naturally, it was paid for with Seungwoo

and Seungbin’s money. The two bought the apartment—more expensive than most Seoul condos—in full cash.

​They also bought a car. Having ridden motorcycles comfortably on Banwol Island, they found Seoul’s public transport inconvenient. Their taste ran to two-seater supercars, but since three needed to ride, they gave that up and chose a four-door supercar with rear seats.

​A stunning riverside villa and a sleek, high-performance car. The three’s new urban life was filled with happiness. Beyond material comforts, the freedom to love and enjoy each other without restraint was their greatest joy.

​Doyoung spent every day feeling like he was dreaming, just as he had on Banwol Island. Though he could no longer see that beautiful night sky, brighter days brought him even greater delight.

​“But these peaches are really ripe. They look so pretty, too. Kinda look like Hyung’s pussy.”

Seungbin said, eyeing the peach on the leftover tart. No exaggeration—the crescent-shaped slices somehow resembled Doyoung’s pussy. The color especially: soft apricot fading to red at the edges, exactly like Doyoung’s pussy lips.

​“Look, this part’s just like Hyung’s pussy wings.”

​Even the shape matched. The thick, plump outer lips came to mind. Uncut, it would have looked even more similar. The white flesh with its red-seeded center would have evoked a gaping, twitching pussy hole.

​Seungbin rubbed the peach with the small spoon he had been feeding Doyoung. The tender flesh mashed, sweet juice oozing out.

​“See? Rub it and juice comes out. Hyung’s pussy does the same—just rub and it drips. Every time we grind it leaks pussy juice like crazy, so fucking lewd.”

​Gulp.

​Doyoung swallowed dryly at Seungbin’s obscene words. With vibrators already inside, the lewd talk about sliced fruit was intensely stimulating. The glossy transparent jelly on top made it look even more obscene. It reminded him of his pussy glistening with juice—just thinking about it made his lower half twitch.

​“Wanna eat Hyung’s pussy.”

​Doyoung’s small shoulders flinched. His pussy was already soaked, but getting eaten by Seungbin here seemed problematic.

​“Can I eat Hyung’s pussy?”

​“Mmm, now……? Here……? Ha…….”

Seungbin chuckled. Doyoung’s innocent, pleasure-drunk question—face lewd and eyes wide—was too cute; laughter spilled out.

​“Why? If I say I want to eat it here, you’ll let me?”

​“No…… That’s a bit…… Mmm. Difficult, isn’t it?”

​“Why is it difficult?”

​“Because…… we’re outside. In a café. And…… hnng. There’s a stranger, so.”

​“You spread your pussy wide open on a packed subway and took cock just fine.”

​Doyoung’s face flared hot. He remembered the molestation play a few days ago—getting fucked on the subway, then again in the bathroom for ages. They’d barely escaped when the cleaning lady yelled for whoever was inside to come out so she could clean.

​“That was…….”

​“Subway was fine, but here isn’t? Way fewer people now.”

​“……But it’s too embarrassing here. Hnng. Everything’s open.”

​“That guy over there doesn’t even care anyway.”

​Doyoung glanced at the man. As Seungbin said, he was lost in his laptop, headphones on.

​“Then no cock. Just let me touch your pussy.”

​Doyoung hesitated. His already burning pussy twitched and leaked, but agreeing wasn’t easy. Unlike the subway, this place was fully exposed below. A slight downward glance from the opposite table would reveal everything—offering his pussy here was extremely risky.

​“I wanna touch Hyung’s pussy. If no cock, at least fingers, please?”

​Doyoung couldn’t resist Seungbin’s aegyo. When such a blindingly handsome man smiled sweetly and begged, his heart pounded so hard he couldn’t meet his eyes. Doyoung steadied his racing chest with effort and breathed. After another glance at the stranger, he nodded helplessly.

​“Mmm, okay…… But just…… just a little…… hnng. Only a little touching.”

​Seungbin beamed and agreed. Truthfully, he had planned only to touch from the start. No matter how depraved he was, he wouldn’t fuck Doyoung’s exposed pussy in such an open place.

​“Hyung. Film this for me.”

​Seungbin handed his phone to Seungwoo. The filming that started on Banwol Island continued in the city. Especially outdoors, Seungbin became obsessed with recording. Sex in public while being filmed aroused him far more.

​Doyoung never stopped him. He, too, felt greater pleasure from filmed sex.

“Tch.”

​Seungwoo grumbled indifferently but took the phone and turned on the camera. He angled it under the table to frame Doyoung’s crotch fully. Doyoung’s cock already stood rigid. His thighs were slightly wet. With such a juicy slut pussy, it was already dripping like that.

​Soon Seungbin reached under the table. With a complete stranger at the opposite table, he slipped his hand between Doyoung’s thighs and fondled.​

“Mmm…….”

​Doyoung moaned softly. With vibrators inside, even touching through pants felt intense. The thin summer fabric transmitted every squeeze vividly. A few strokes, and the unbearable climax pressure rose.

​“So lewd.”

​Doyoung’s face was unmistakably aroused. His expression was so obscene that anyone could tell his state at a glance. Lips parted and flushed, they carried the sweet scent of peach. He breathed hotly, feeling Seungbin’s hand knead below.

​“Spread your legs more.”

​Seungbin whispered. The sweet voice in his ear was too dizzying; Doyoung helplessly parted his thighs. Seungbin unzipped Doyoung’s pants. Then slipped inside the underwear and pulled out the hot, swollen cock.

​“Hyung’s cock is so hot.”

​Every whisper close to his ear gave Doyoung goosebumps. Even casual words made his cock twitch and pussy clench. Seungbin stroked the small shaft in his palm, savoring it, then delved deeper to touch the pussy properly.

​His hand reached the top and pressed firmly on the clitoris.

​“Ngh!”

​Doyoung couldn’t hold back a cry. It was so loud that the headphone-wearing man flinched and looked over. Doyoung quickly shut his mouth in alarm, but Seungbin didn’t care—he rubbed the clitoris without pause.

​Fortunately, the man soon looked away and returned to his laptop. Doyoung sighed in relief and bit his lip. He tried hard to stifle himself—he couldn’t make big noises while having his pussy played with here—but the growing pleasure wouldn’t let him.

​Doyoung exhaled heavily. The hand moving in his sticky lower half grew busier.

​“Hyung’s pussy still feels like a baby’s. Baby cunt. How can it always be so cute even after getting fucked every day?”

​Seungbin whispered softly. Every motion of his hand inside Doyoung’s pants was captured on video. Squelch. The sound of wet mucosa being rubbed was recorded clearly on the nearby phone. With such a juicy pussy, the wet noises were obscene.

​“Hyung’s cunt keeps twitching. Wants my fingers, huh? What should I do? Put them in?”

​Seungbin asked as though it were obvious. He wasn’t really asking Doyoung’s opinion—just tormenting him. Doyoung nodded without hesitation. He could feel his pussy mouth opening and closing hungrily for cock.

​“Slut.”

Seungbin teased. Doyoung felt embarrassed yet aroused, hips twitching. Soon Seungbin’s middle and ring fingers spread the pussy hole and pushed in. Two fingers stuffed inside, palm pressed to the clitoris, he rubbed.

​“Aah, good. Good, Seungbin. Mmmng…….”

​A smile curved Seungbin’s lips. The slick, drenched pussy delighted him beyond measure.

​“Our baby cunt. Feels good with fingers?”

​“Mmm. Feels good…… Rub deeper. Make my pussy feel even better.”

​“Shake your hips more. It’ll feel even better.”

​“Mmm…… Like this……?”

​Doyoung rocked his lower body as he did during pressured masturbation, grinding his clit against Seungbin’s palm. Face melted in pleasure, hips bucking—he looked unmistakably sexual. In a place where he might get caught, Doyoung openly rubbed his pussy and reveled in sensation. His aroused clit swelled large; pussy juice soaked his panties thoroughly. The vibrator inside shook fiercely. The one in his anus tormented his prostate madly.

​“Hyung. Moan louder. Let that guy hear.”

​Seungbin whispered sweetly again. Drunk on pleasure, Doyoung let out a high-pitched cry. The noise seemed to bother the man; he paused briefly.

​“Hyung’s pussy tastes so good. Just fingers and it’s dripping. Oh, right—we put eggs in too. How’s the vibrator? Bearable?”

​Doyoung panted heavily. The vibrator scraping inside was already killing him.

​“Ah, no…… Hnng. Hard. My pussy keeps getting rubbed…… Aang. Gonna come. Like this I’ll come…….”

​“It’s okay. Come in front of that stranger. Show him you’re a slut who cums from your pussy with toys inside, right here in a café.”

​“Hng, no…… I can’t do that…….”

​“It’s fine. Trust me and try. Hyung will feel so good, too.”

​Seungbin’s voice was sweeter than the peach on the table. Doyoung moaned sweetly, drunk on the surging pleasure and melodic tone.

​“Pussy. Why don’t you take off your pants? It’s uncomfortable, right? Just take them off.”

​Seungwoo said indifferently. Suggesting to remove pants in a café with another customer was quite shocking to Doyoung.

​“B-but. Hnng. Then everyone will see…… Aang. My bare pussy will be visible to everyone…… Mmm!”

​“Can’t really see from there. They’d have to lean under the table. And you like showing your pussy to anyone anyway. You love leaking pussy scent and flashing strangers, don’t you, slut.”

“No, that’s not…… I’ve never liked that, Aang!”