Cherry Gold: Christmas Special

by Sumira_10

Summary:

Cho Minjae and Kang Yuna don't normally celebrate Christmas, but when heavily pregnant Kim Minji insists on a party and gift exchange, no one has the heart to say no. Yet no matter how much Minjae tries to look to the future to enjoy what she has now, flashes to the past brings her to her knees. . .

Takes place after Midnight Ice and during Cherry Gold Side Stories Volume Two

Chapter 1: Part One

Cho Minjae loved the sea and the seaside condo, however, she did not love the sea in late November.

Bundled up in a thick knit sweater, a knit blanket, her warmest leggings and doubled up on her thickest socks, Minjae never knew how lucky she had been to have spent all of her winters in Seoul, where it barely snowed and barely got any colder than five degrees on most days. But at the seaside condo? Where the sea brought the icy cold winds of her north? Minjae brought in her one real plant from the balcony, then rewarded herself with a hot herbal tea while watching a drama on the TV.

No, this was not what she was expecting at all.

However, there were so many upsides to the condo. Minjae could hardly name them all but the best part was waking up next to Kang Yuna every single day, eating breakfast with her, running errands with her, taking care of the condo together, showering together, and over all, everything. Normally, Minjae would cuddle up to Yuna on the couch, trying to latch onto her warmth- Yuna was very rarely cold- and sharing a blanket while one of their hands would stray to the other’s thigh (normally Yuna’s hand on Minjae’s thigh). Yet today was not like the others. Yuna was not home and Minjae was stuck on the couch, trying to will herself warm.

Minjae checked her phone- Yuna was off to the train station to pick up the very pregnant Kim Minji. Minji had been sending her text updates for every snack craving, every cute puppy and kitten video she saw, and every pee break she had. Except for the twenty minutes she spent asleep, which gave Minjae a break.

Almost at the station!!!- KM

Yuna should be there by now! -CM

I’ll be home soon. Should we have hot pot for supper? -KY

 

Minjae already had the ingredients for hot pot- on an unseasonably cold day like today, hot soups were the best. She had braved the cold the day before to grab the ingredients. Minjae pressed the call icon and held her phone to her ear.

“Is everything alright?” Yuna answered. Minjae could hear the usual sounds of the train station- bustling people, the trains coming and going, someone playing a loud song.

“I’m cold!” Minjae whined playfully. “When are you coming to warm me up?”

“I’ll warm you up tonight,” Yuna replied with a chuckle. “But you’ll have to be quiet.”

Minjae smiled to herself. “That’s too hard!”

“Then you’ll have to wait until Minji leaves,” Yuna replied. “Then you can be as loud as you like.”

“I don’t think I can wait. I’m freezing.” Minjae added. She had just shaken off the chill and her mug of tea was empty.

“Will I have to . . . gag you?” Yuna offered, her voice lowered.

Minjae’s core instantly thrummed, and she pressed her thighs together. “Maybe . . “

“I think I might. You can be quite loud, Minjae.” Yuna replied.

“If you gag me . . .” Minjae continued, wishing that Yuna wasn’t so far away to go get their guest for the weekend. She wanted to reach down into her leggings, but resisted. There was no point in riling herself up and having to hold back all weekend. It would be delicious torture. “What else are you going to do?”

But talking about it was fair game, right?

Yuna let out a chuckle. “I’m going to wrap you up like a burrito, Minjae. That should keep you warm and quiet.”

Minjae gasped. “That’s so mean! It’s not what I meant!”

“No? I thought that’s what you wanted!” Yuna laughed.

Minjae made a playful whining noise, still aching enough to be annoyed. “Don't tease me like that!”

“Don’t tell me you got all bothered?” Yuna asked.

“Well.” Minjae could feel herself blushing. “It’s not my fault!”

“Aww,” Yuna was still laughing. “Do you still want me to gag you tonight and take care of you?”

Minjae’s face became red hot at the idea. “Not if you’re going to tease me.”

“But like teasing you- Minji! Over here!” Yuna suddenly called out.

With her cheeks flushed and heart pounding in her chest at the idea of being gagged and fucked mercilessly, Minjae took the moment to take a deep breath.

The absolute best part of the seaside condo were the nights with Kang Yuna, obviously.

“I have to pee!” Minji exclaimed loud enough for Minjae to hear. “Baekhyun, stop pressing on Mommy’s bladder!”

Yuna laughed. “We’ll be there soon, okay Minjae?”

“Alright. Be safe.” Minjae replied.

“I will,” Yuna said and she hung up soon after.

Minjae put her phone down and sighed. Her heart was still racing and her thighs were still pressed together, searching for friction to relieve her ache. A part of her felt guilty, a part of her felt bad for lusting over Yuna, but Minjae recalled her therapist’s words and decided to refill on her tea. A gentle distraction would do her some good.

*

As Minji entered the living room, Minjae was amazed how much bigger she had gotten since the baby shower just the month before.

“Minji! Look at you!” Minjae exclaimed, approaching her with her hands outstretched.

“I’m huge, aren’t I?” Minji replied. She was, in fact, huge. “I’m almost eight months now!”

“Eight months?” Minjae stared at Minji’s large belly. It was as if someone hid a beach ball under her shirt, then some melons where her previously smaller breasts were. “He’s going to be a big baby!”

“That’s what the doctor says,” Minji settled onto a chair. “Baekhyun is growing big and strong!”

“Baekhyun? What a cute name!” Minjae exclaimed.

Yuna returned from the office, which had been converted into a bedroom for the weekend. Minjae had picked out the fold out couch and rolled away the office chairs into their master bedroom, then she had ordered new sheets and blankets.

“Did you pack your entire bedroom?” Yuna asked, sighing.

Minji pouted. “You don't understand! I need my body pillow, okay? I can’t sleep without it!”

Yuna sighed again. “Shall I make tea?” She asked before escaping to the kitchen.

“ANyway,” Minji said, resting her hands on the top of her belly. “One of the reasons why I came down is because Jihoon and I are hosting a christmas party!”

Minjae stared at Minji. “It’s too early for Christmas, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is! But we’re doing a gift exchange, too!” Minji added. “I want to have a big party before Baekhyun gets here. My last child- free christmas!”

Minjae nodded.

“Anyway, if you want to go into my suitcase, there’s plastic jar with everyone’s name in it. Kyerin and Juyeon had already picked names.” Minji explained.

“Did you come down from Seoul just so that Yuna and I could pick names?” Minjae asked.

“And I wanted to visit!” Minji added. “Plus Jihoon’s getting on my nerves. I can’t breathe without him fussing over me. He’s afraid I’m gonna go into labour if I do anything.”

Minaje certainly couldn’t blame him, Minji was huge after all but at the same time, she wasn’t due yet. She was sure that Minji wouldn’t go into early labour so easily. She got up from her chair and headed into the office. The half frozen fern was there, looking less sad already. On the pull out couch, Minjae opened the suitcase and found a plastic cookie jar with four strips of folded up paper.

“I guess this is it?” Minjae asked when she sat down with Minji at the table. Yuna left the kitchen, holding two mugs of tea.

“A gift exchange, really?” Yuna sighed.

“Yes!” Minji pouted. “You’re such a grinch, Yuna.”

Minjae frowned, not quite sure if she knew what a grinch was. Sounded familiar and perhaps christmassy.

Minji opened the jar and gave it a little shake. “Like I said, Kyerin and Juyeon already picked out their names. All that’s left is us.”

“And Jihoon?” Yuna offered.

“Oh yeah, he picked a name, too.” Minji waved her hand. She held the plastic jar to Minjae. “Okay, your turn!”

Minjae gulped and plunged her hand in the jar. She felt around the few pieces of paper that were left and hoped she wouldn’t have to buy a gift for someone she didn’t know too well. As much as she liked Han Jihoon and Na Juyeon, she really didn’t know what they liked.

“Alright, here goes nothing.” Minjae grabbed a slip of paper and pulled it out. Carefully and slowly, she unfolded it.

Kang Yuna

Minjae tried to hide her joy and relief. Buying a gift for Yuna would be easy!

Minjae watched as Minji handed the jar to Yuna, who looked uncomfortable at best. She plucked a single folded piece of paper, read it and pursed her lips.

“Not happy with who you chose?” Minji asked.

“You know we don’t celebrate Christmas like that,” Yuna said before tucking her slip of paper into her jeans’ pocket.

“It’s called having fun, Yuna,” Minji replied. “And you have a whole month to buy something.”

“Yeah, Yuna, you have a whole month,” Minjae added with a smirk. Maybe she was feeling a little bit too confident, but she was sure she wouldn’t need the entire month.

“Ooh, interesting!” Minji exclaimed when she unfolded the final slip of paper. “Very interesting!”

“So, we have to keep it a secret, right?” Minjae asked.

“Yes!” Minji put her slip of paper in her pocket. “No telling anyone, okay? We don’t want to ruin the magic!”

Minjae glanced over at Yuna with a small smile. Yuna softened up her expression at once and returned the smile.

*

The weekend with Minji passed in a blur, despite the fact that Minji walked slowly and took naps after every outing. Minjae couldn’t blame her. They had gone to the farmer’s market together to get some food and it had taken much longer than Minjae thought it would. However, Minji was glowing the entire time, so Minjae couldn’t fault her for it. Most of the weekend was spent in the condo, watching dramas and helping Minji plan some of the Christmas party.

The whole time, Minjae began racking her brain for gift ideas. Yuna’s fingers were cold after stepping out to smoke, would she like gloves? Or a new jacket? No, Yuna loved her winter jacket. She had just bought one the year before. For every idea Minjae had, she managed to shoot it down, recalling why it wasn’t a good idea at all.

“I can’t believe Kim Minji,” Yuna exclaimed when they had returned from the train station.

On Sunday afternoon, Yuna and Minjae had accompanied Minji to the train station, where they would send her off back to Seoul where Han Jihoon was waiting for her. The whole time, Minji was trying to convince Yuna to come and see the dogs, since they missed her. Yuna promised, reminding Minjae that she was going to have to brace herself to be pounced on by the rowdy dogs at christmas.

“Well, it’s understandable, isn’t it?” Minjae offered, shuddering as she removed her jacket. “We haven’t seen Minji in a whole month.”

“I’m talking about the Christmas party. And the gifts.” Yuna replied with a sigh.

Minjae placed her hands on her hips. “You really are a gronch, aren’t you?” She said with a smirk.

Yuna stared at her, smiling. “You mean a grinch, right?”

“Whatever!” Minjae replied, looking away. “I haven’t seen that one.”

“You haven't seen that one? Didn’t you say you’d watch Christmas movies with your family?” Yuna asked, approaching her.

“Not the cartoons,” Minjae admitted as Yuna closed the distance between them and pulled her into her arms. “I’ve seen Home Alone plenty of times.”

Minjae glanced up at Yuna, her body warm against hers. They had spent the weekend within arm’s reach but resisted the urge to do more than kiss.

“Enough about that. I’m all Christmas out.” Yuna cupped Minjae’s cheek and leaned in, her lips brushing against hers. “I missed you.”

“I didn’t go anywhere.” Minjae laughed, melting into Yuna’s embrace.

“I missed touching you.” Yuna’s hands roamed downwards- her psalm against the thick fabric of Minjae’s sweater. “But you’re wearing too much.”

“I’m cold,” Minjae said, pulling Yuna closer.

“Then I’ll warm you up, like I said I would.” Yuna replied, her fingers wrapping around the fabric of Minjae’s sweater, pulling upwards. Under her sweater was just her bra- Minjae had a feeling that Yuna wouldn’t be able to resist touching her once Minji was gone.

The sweater was dropped on the floor of the living room.

“Are you going to gag me, too?” Minjae asked, trembling from the cold and anticipation.

“Do you want me to?” Yuna asked, leaning into her ear as she unhooked Minjae’s bra.

“Please.” Minjae asked. Her bra came off next. Her nipples were pebbled at once.

“Anything you want,” Yuna cupped her bare breasts, her palms warm and welcoming. “But if you want me to warm you up, we’ll have to get rid of all of these layers, hmm?”

Yuna led the way to the bedroom and then removed Minjae’s leggings, panties, and layers of socks. Once completely naked, Minjae hid under the blankets, trembling with her thighs squeezed together. She had been waiting all weekend for Yuna to make good on her promise. She couldn’t wait.

Minjae watched as Yuna removed her own clothes, taking her time. She kept on her bra and panties, in matching black cotton, before pulling off the blankets from the bed.

“Eeek! What are you doing?” Minjae asked, wrapping her arms around her chest and pulling up her knees to desperately keep warm.

“I’m going to warm you up, not the blankets,” Yuna smirked, crawling over her. “So lay back, Minjae. Let me take care of you.”

Minjae stretched out on her back as Yuna straddled her. Their mouths met and Minjae wrapped her arms around Yuna, pulling her as close as possible. Her warm skin felt so good, so soft and familiar. She still wished she could throw the blankets over them, just for the extra warmth. Her core tightened as Yuna slid her knee between Minjae’s thighs, up against her clit. She let out a gasp and Yuna pulled her mouth away.

“I almost forgot.” Yuna kept her knee in place as she glanced around the room. “Aha.”

Unfortunately, Yuna got off of the bed and grabbed the fluffy sash of Minjae’s bathrobe. She brought it back and carefully wrapped it so that the knot of the sash was between Minjae’s teeth, keeping her silent.

“Hmm-!” Minjae tried to say something but there was no way. Yuna smirked down at her.

“I’ll have to find other parts of you to kiss, hmm?” Yuna said in a low voice. Minjae’s core tightened horribly. She opened her thighs at once but Yuna only chuckled. Yuna settled for the crook of Minjae’s neck pressing her lips there, nice and slow. Minjae wanted to let out a moan, but not much came out. She held onto Yuna, silently urging her to kiss her further down.

“Patience, Minjae,” Yuna teased. Her mouth trailed down to Minjae’s tight, hard nipples. Slowly, Yuna took the rosy bud into her mouth, wetting them, kissing them. It drove Minjae crazy- she arched her back, her hips bucking. It felt as though it had been ages since Yuna last touched her, but she was sure they had made love not that long ago. Yuna took her time with her, her tongue and teeth stimulating her. Minjae wanted to cry out, but she dug her fingers into Yuna’s shoulders, trying to push her downwards.

Instead, Yuna pulled away from Minjae’s breast and blew cold air.

“MM-!” Minjae jerked away but Yuna grabbed each of her wrists.

“I think you want me to tie you up, too, huh?” Yuna laughed. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. I’m teasing you.”

Minjae gave Yuna a pleading look- either for mercy or for more or for her to tie her up. For anything more.

“Do you want me to tie you up, Minjae?” Yuna asked gently. Minjae nodded and at once, Yuna left the bed once more. She returned with the sash of her own bathrobe, which was kept in the bathroom. Yuna tied Minjae’s wrists together, then resumed her sucking of Minjae’s other nipple.

It was worse with her wrists tied above her head. Yes, Minjae could move them downwards but she kept them there. Yuna massaged her breasts, her teeth grazing against her sensitive flesh, her mouth so expertly applying pressure and suction. Minjae arched her back, her thighs wide open. She was desperate now- desperate for Yuna’s mouth to go lower. However, the more Minjae rolled her hips, the longer Yuna attended to her breasts.

“Hmm-!” Minjae moaned as Yuna tweaked both of her overstimulated nipples at the same time.

“How’s that? Are you warm yet?” Yuna asked.

Minjae’s stifled moans were still loud, but not as loud as usual. She wanted so much more. She opened her eyes to give Yuna another pleading, pathetic look. With the room darkening, she wasn’t so sure if Yuna could even see her.

“Are you warm yet?” Yuna asked again, running her tongue against the pebbled bud.

Minjae shook her head.

“Where else should I kiss you?” Yuna asked, her mouth trailing kisses downwards, along her ribcage, her belly, her hips. “Here?”

Minjae watched as Yuna settled between her slick thighs, despite the fact that she hadn’t even cummed yet. Minjae’s thighs twitched as Yuna kissed the inside of her leg, nice and slow.

“You’re so wet. Minjae.” Yuna remarked, kissing downwards. “Were you waiting for this?”

Minjae nodded, closing her eyes as Yuna kissed lower and lower to her thrumming opening, desperate for attention.

“Good.” Yuna said. “I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”

Minjae melted into the mattress of the bed the moment Yuna pressed her mouth against her pussy, her tongue lapping her up. Minjae’s hips rolled continuously, unable to help herself. She wouldn’t need much more- Yuna’s tongue was enough to make Minjae cum. Especially after holding back all weekend, Minjae was seconds away- her core numbed, aching harder and harder with every lap of Yuna’s tongue. She wasn’t slow or careful. Yuna was working hard and fast, making sure that Minjae would cum.

“HMM-!” Minjae tried to cry out as her body trembled, the wave of orgasms crashing over her. At this point, Yuna took her clit between her lips and plunging her fingers inside of her. Minjae couldn’t hold back. She couldn't try to be quiet even with the gag. Her leg shook so hard, she hitched it over Yuna’s shoulder, her body hot to the touch, her core so numb, so tight.

Even as the tears fell as Minjae was pushed into the third orgasm of the late afternoon, Yuna did not relent. She came up for air, then returned to her work. Minjae could barely see her through the blur of tears. She was half between pushing Yuna away and asking her to never stop. She arched her back, her hips rolling with Yuna’s rhythm.

When Yuna pulled away, it wasn't for long. She pulled off her remaining clothes and slotted herself between Minjae’s legs, rutting herself against Minjae’s swollen, wet pussy. Minjae’s stifled moans were drowned out by Yuna’s.

“Fuck, Minjae,” Yuna pressed down harder, pressing down on Minjae. “You feel so fucking good.”

Minjae wanted to kiss Yuna so bad. She lifted her wrists and pulled Yuna in.

“Fuck-!” Yuna pulled the gag off and suddenly, Minjae took a deep breath and her moans soon filled the room. “That’s better.”

Minjae kissed Yuna, humming against her lips. She could stay like this all night. Yuna’s hips grounding down on hers, the wet friction and pressure so mind numbingly perfect, her head floating, her heart pounding in sync. Yuna’s voice grew louder, her hands planted on Minjae’s breasts as she came. Minjae could feel another orgasm building as Yuna’s eyes rolled back slightly. Yuna was so beautiful, so amazing, Minjae wanted to keep her hands on Yuna’s hips, just so that this moment would never end.

Yuna collapsed next to Minjae on the bed. She untied her, then grabbed her hand.

“I love you,” Yuna said, kissing her knuckles.

Minjae rolled to her side, her body trembling still and humming with endorphins. Yuna was looking at her so tenderly. She was so, so beautiful.

“I love you, too.” She muttered, her heart full.

Chapter 2: Part Two

The rest of November slipped away quicker than Minjae would have liked. She had spent days in the office, working hard at her articles, researching and conducting interviews. Once her article on city versus country life was finished and slotted for publication, it was time to relax. There were a few fluff pieces she could do for a few websites, including a gift guide for a lifestyle click-baity type website.

“Minjae? Are you in the office?”

Minjae glanced towards the door of the office and saw Yuna there, in her button up blouse and sleek slacks. Minjae double checked the time on her phone- she missed a few texts, but it was already past six.

“I didn’t see the time!” Minjae exclaimed. “I was supposed to start supper, wasn’t I? I got caught up in this gift guide-!”

“Don’t worry about it,” Yuna said as she sat on the couch, directly behind Minjae’s office chair. “We can go into town and grab something easy if you don’t want to cook.”

Minjae swivelled her chair around to face Yuna. At least she remembered to get dressed- leggings and a thick yet stylish off the shoulder sweater. “Is that what you want to do? Go back out?” Minjae asked.

Yuna shrugged. “I just want to relax. Work was long and the train was packed.”

“I’ve told you a dozen times, you should just work remote, Yuna,” Minjae slouched in her chair, smirking at Yuna. “And work in here with me.”

“You’re too distracting.” Yuna replied coolly. “And you mutter when you type. It’s terrible.”

Minjae pouted. “No I don’t!”

“Yes, you do. I bet you were muttering about-” Yuna craned her neck. “Gift guides? Were you writing a gift guide or looking one up?”

“Oh, I was writing one,” Minjae replied, gesturing to the screen behind her. “Practical yet thoughtful gifts for him and her!”

Yuna nodded. “Ah, I see. Well, I wanted to talk to you about that, actually.”

“Oh?” Minjae furrowed her brow for a moment and then recalled Minji’s gift exchange christmas party. “The exchange?”

Yuna cleared her throat, glancing away slightly. “Well, I was thinking, since we’re already getting gifts for someone else, maybe this year, we should exchange gifts, too.”

“That’s a good idea!” Minjae exclaimed. It was perfect, actually- Minjae could shop for Yuna and yes, Yuna would know, but not for the exchange! Oh, how surprised she’d be!

Yuna smiled. “Good. I was thinking we could go into Seoul this weekend and spend some time shopping.”

“Ooh! Really? A whole day in the city?” Minjae exclaimed. She missed Seoul dearly- as much as the calm of the small town seaside, she loved the hustle and bustle of Seoul.

“Of course. We’ll make a whole day of it, okay?” Yuna got up from the couch and leaned down to kiss Minjae on the top of her head. “We’ll have our Christmas tradition this weekend, sounds good?”

“Christmas cake and fried chicken?” Minjae gasped, looking up at her.

Last year, their first Christmas together in five years, Yuna surprised Minjae with fried chicken and a christmas cake, just like the one from their very first christmas together. They spent the evening drinking beer and watching tv before finishing the night in bed, making love until Yuna was too exhausted to move and Minjae’s voice had gone out.

“Of course.” Yuna replied.

“Yay!” Minjae got up from her office chair and wrapped Yuna up in a tight hug. Yuna smelled of cigarettes and jasmine, as she usually did.

Minjae never felt luckier.

*

When the weekend came, Minjae was a bundle of excitement. She visited Seoul on her own every once in a while, but it must have been the christmas cheer that was affecting her- the train ride felt long, but it was worth it. Minjae held Yuna’s hand the entire time.

There was no snow yet in Seoul- just a dusting here and there. Minjae instantly felt at home in the busy streets of the shopping district they rode a different train to. Since it was still morning, the unlit lights hung in the air in the bright December sky. Minjae wondered if they were going to stay long enough to see them lit up.

“Shall we split up?” Yuna asked after they had stopped at a café for a warm drink. Minjae chose to dress more stylishly than practically and was feeling the chill. A hot tea warmed her up instantly.

Minjae nodded. “Of course. I can’t shop for you if you’re hovering over me.”

Yuan rolled her eyes. “We’ll meet up for lunch, alright? One o’clock, right here.”

Yuna pointed to the cafe they had just left.

“Sounds good.” Minjae replied. She stood on her tippy toes and kissed Yuna on the cheek. “Have fun and good luck!”

Yuna was either blushing, or the cold air was making her cheeks pink. “You too.”

Minjae spun around and headed in the direction from where they came as Yuna headed up the street. She pulled out her phone and called Yang Kyerin.

“Mmm? Minjae is that you? It’s so early!” Kyerin answered groggily.

“It’s nearly eleven in the morning! Are you still in bed?” Minjae scolded.

“I spent all night with Juyeon!” Kyerin replied, giggling slightly.

Minjae rolled her eyes. “I don’t need to know that.”

“We were playing an MMO game! Get your mind out of the gutter, Minjae!” Kyerin answered. “So, what’s up?”

“I’m in Seoul and I need to shop for a gift for Yuna.” Minjae stated. As much as it should be easy to shop for Yuna, Minjae needed help and normally, the only other person who knew Yuna better than her, or at least just as much, would be Minji. And Minji would probably scold her for asking for help, so Kyerin it would have to be.

“Lovelorn is having a December sale!” Kyerin answered right away. “If you’re a member, there’s a twenty five percent discount on all toys, a ten percent discount on restraints, and a buy one and get one free sale on lubes!”

“I’m not buying Yuna a sex toy for christmas.” Minjae replied flatly.

“Why not? It’s practical, isn’t it?” Kyerin said. “And you shouldn’t have told me what you got for the gift exchange, Minjae! Minji will find out and scold us! She’s scary when she’s pregnant!”

“Yuna and I are exchanging gifts on our own,” Minjae corrected.

“Ah. So do you want to buy a sex toy for your gift exchange person?” Kyerin asked.

“No!!” Minjae replied.

“That’s what I’m doing.” Kyerin said. “So, why did you call me if you didn't want the details of the December sale?”

“I’m not very good at buying gifts.” Minjae said, defeated and embarrassed.

“It’s hard.” Kyerin agreed. “But you know Yuna the best, don’t you? Shouldn’t it be easy?”

Minaje stopped in front of a clothing boutique. “Exactly, I can’t just get her anything! Yuna’s . . . Yuna’s the person I love the most. I can’t just buy her a sweater for our first Christmas as an engaged couple!”

“True.” Kyerin sighed. “Well, wrap yourself up and stick some bows on your tits, that’ll be a great gift!”

Minjae gulped. “I . . . I don’t know . . .”

“Or buy some lingerie! A matching pair!” Kyerin suggested. “I bet she’ll like that! Actually, I might just do that for Juyeon . . .”

Minjae instantly thought of last christmas and her stomach turned.

“Minjae?” Kyerin asked. “Are you there?”

“Oh, um, yeah.” Minjae grasped the front of her jacket, her heart pounding as a cold sweat came over her. “Thanks for the help! I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay. Let me know how it goes! Remember, you have a friend’s discount at Lovelorn! I’ll remind Yuna, too. . . .” Kyerin trailed off before hanging up.

Minjae stood in front of the boutique, people passing her easily. It would be a lie if she said that she never thought of Oh Hyera. Her life had been devoted to her for years- Oh Hyera could never be so easily forgotten, cast aside, ignored.

Especially in moments like these.

*

“It’s nearly christmas, my lovely Minjae,” Hyera Unnie crooned one day after work.

Minjae tightened the thin robe against her. She was cold, even if she turned up the heat in the condo.

“It is, isn’t it?” Minjae asked. Sometimes the days blurred together, but when she had gone into the local markets for ingredients for supper, she couldn’t ignore the decorations.

Hyera Unnie smiled that knowing smile, cupping Minjae’s cheek. “What are you getting your master for christmas?” She asked.

Minjae froze in place. “I . . . I haven’t gone out to get it yet.” She answered truthfully. Minjae had been window shopping, but nothing that Hyera Unnie deserved was in her budget.

“Nothing you could buy could ever satisfy me,” Hyera Unnie muttered, her thumb running across Minjae’s lower lip. “When I have you, like this.”

“Unnie . . .” Minjae began.

“I’ve already bought your gift.” Hyera Unnie added. “Can you wait until Christmas to open it?”

Minjae’s heart skipped a beat. “I could open it now?”

“If you open it now, I’ll punish you for your impatience.” Hyera Unnie replied. “And if you wait, I’ll reward you.”

Minjae stared up at Hyera Unnie. She was so beautiful, so powerful. Minjae was entranced, curious. A part of her wanted to open the gift. A part of her wanted to know how Hyera Unnie would punish her, if the gift would be worth it.

“How . . . How will you punish me?” Minjae asked.

“I’ll spank you.” Hyera Unnie replied at once, holding out her hand. “I’ll bend you over my knee and spank you until you cry.”

Minjae swallowed hard. “I’ll wait, Unnie. I’ll wait patiently for your gift.”

Hyera Unnie raised her eyebrow. “Oh, you’ll be a good, patient girl for your gift? How disappointing.”

“Did you want me to be naughty?” Minaje asked, with a small, mischievous smile.

“Of course,” Hyera Unnie replied. “Isn’t it more fun that way?”

“Then,” Minjae tucked back a loose lock of hair behind her ear. “I want my gift now.”

Hyera Unnie smirked down at her. “That’s the little slut that I know.”

*

Minjae browsed a dozen shops, half in a daze, half holding back tears. It was a slow building creep. It was a crash of everything awful she had ever experienced. She left the final shop, trembling, trying to catch her breath, trying to slow her wildly beating heart, the adrenaline that coursed through her, trolling her that danger was imminent and near.

She let out a shriek when her phone rang, which got her many stares from the other shoppers who walked by her, frowning.

“H-hello?” Minaje answered. Her voice was weak and she hated it.

“Minjae? Where are you? It’s one thirty.” Yuna asked, clearly worried.

Minjae swallowed hard. “What? Already?”

“Are you alright?” Yuna asked. “You sound-!”

Minjae let out a small sob. “Help me, Yuna.”

“Where are you? I’m on my way.” Yuna said at once.

Looking at the shop behind her, she told Yuna the name of the boutique, unable to hold back the tears.

It was just christmas, year before last, yet the scene played out like a film.

“I’m coming, Minjae. Be strong. I’m almost there!” Yuna urged. Minjae covered her mouth, her eyes shut tight to ignore the passersby. She couldn’t help herself. She hated it so much.

Everything was perfect. She was so happy, so excited, and yet, there she was, that same naïve, broken girl.

“Minjae!”

Minjae glanced up, and through her blur of tears, Yuna was in front of her, holding a few shopping bags. She dropped them and wrapped Minjae up in a tight hug.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” Yuna asked, pulling her so close to her body.

Minjae took deep, slow breaths. She inhaled the smokiness of Yuna’s black puffer jacket, the coolness of the fabric against her warm face. She shuddered as the tears were unleashed.

“I’m here, Minjae, I’m here.” Yuna muttered, her lips against the top of Minjae’s head.

Minjae clutched her harder and let it all out.

*

Too exhausted to speak, the way home was a long blur.

Yuna called for a taxi and it brought them to the station, where they took the next few trains back to their seaside condo. Minjae followed Yuna, unable to muster up the courage to open up. Not wanting to open up, not yet.

Once in their condo, Minjae laid in bed, wrapped up in the familiar blankets as Yuna stroked her hair.

“When you’re ready,” Yuna began in a low voice. “Will you tell me what happened?”

Minjae nodded.

“Do you want me to stay?” Yuna asked.

Minjae nodded again. “Please.”

Please don’t leave me alone with my memories.

“Alright.” Yuna laid with Minjae, spooning her from behind and holding her close.

It wasn’t long before Minjae fell asleep.

*

Minjae woke up alone.

She rolled over and saw that Yuna’s side of the bed was empty. Minjae realised she was still in the jeans and sweater from the day before, the bright sunlight pouring into the bedroom telling her that she had slept all throughout the night. Minjae tried to recall her dreams, but there was no narrative. Just flashes. An improvement to what it used to be, she supposed. Nightmares no longer plagued her since therapy and starting on medication, but once in a while, a dark figure would haunt her dreams.

At first, she thought it was her step brother, but no, Minjae had a feeling it was someone else.

Minjae heard the front door open and close. She sat up slowly, feeling emotionally wrung out. Had Yuna gone out? It was sunday, so it was possible she went out, it wasn’t her norm. Minjae eased herself out of bed, gathered her robe and fresh clothes, then left the bedroom.

On the counter of the kitchen, Minjae spotted two tall cardboard cups from the local cafe. Minjae placed her things in the bathroom and then entered the kitchen. “Yuna?” She called out.

“Ah, there you are.” Yuna emerged from the front area. Her nose was pink from the cold. “How are you feeling?”

Minjae lowered her gaze. “I’m sorry. I ruined our trip.”

“What? No!” Yuna pulled Minjae into a tight hug. Despite coming from the outside, she was warm and soft to the touch. “Of course not!”

“But we had to leave early!” Minjae was holding back tears, hating that they came back so easily. What was it with being in Yuna’s arms that made her want to pour herself out? “And I didn’t even buy you anything!”

“It’s okay!” Yuna kissed the top of her head. “We’ll go back when you’re ready!”

Nuzzling into Yuna’s chest, Minjae tried to calm herself with deep breaths.

“I brought you some tea from the café you like,” Yuna said as she stroked her hair. “I’ll keep it warm for you while you shower.”

Minjae nodded, then pulled away. “Thank you, Yuna, you’re the best.”

Yuna smiled down at her and kissed the top of her head. “Showering will help.”

With another small kiss, Minjae left the kitchen and headed to the bathroom. She undressed and undid her braid, then ran the water as hot as she could. She knew it would dry out her skin, but the scalding hot water would do her some good.

Minjae stood under the water, letting the room fill the humidity of the hot water. The burning hot water kept her mind from straying, from thinking of the flashes, of the past christmas she had begun thinking about the day before.

Those days were over. They were long gone, she told herself.

Right now, she was about to have tea with her wonderful, caring fiancée, Kang Yuna.

And that was what she needed to focus on.

Chapter 3: Part Three

The rest of the day was simple and cosy, if Minjae had to describe it. She dressed in comfortable clothes and drank her tea with Yuna on the couch, where they cuddled under a blanket and watched a cheesy movie. When lunch rolled around, they made instant ramyun, decked with whatever theory had in the fridge- eggs, veggies, sauces and meats. It was absolutely delicious and Minjae ate every single bit of it.

In the afternoon, they went on a short walk by the sea, all bundled up in their warmest winter gear, holding hands and talking about whatever came to mind. Minjae watched as the waves rolled onto the shore, the sun slowly setting and shining a little less bright as the afternoon wore on. The cold salty air was refreshing and Yuna’s gloved hand in hers was enough to keep her mind off of the day before’s crisis.

“I . . .” Minjae began as she squeezed Yuna’s hand. “I started thinking of my last christmas with Oh Hyera.”

Yuna didn’t reply. Minjae paused, trying to find her words.

“It never bothered me before. I never thought it was strange. I . . . At the time, I liked it. It was. . . It was fun. It was a game. But now . . .” Minjae swallowed hard, still staring out into the darkening waters in front of her. “But I never want to go back to that.”

“Oh Hyera treated you terribly, you know that, right?” Yuna asked, squeezing back.

Minjae nodded, fighting off the tears. She knew that now. Back then, Oh Hyera was her entire world. Oh Hyera commanded her body so wonderfully, with terrible precision and her sweet yet venomous words had such a hold on her, how could Minjae not believe that that was where she truly belonged? What else did she know but to be used for her body? To obey what Oh Hyera demanded of her?

She didn’t know real love and true care until she met Yuna, who fought for her, who helped her realise she was more than just what Oh Hyera told her she was.

“Sometimes. . . Sometimes I think I’ll never be truly free of Oh Hyera,” Minjae confessed in a small, quiet voice. With the medallion hidden in her drawers, the flashbacks and the fact that she wanted Yuna to be horrible to her, to use her body, how could she think otherwise?

“You are free of her,” Yuna said at once, turning to face Minjae. “Look at you, you’re not even in the same city as her, she’s been absent from our lives for over a year. She can’t hurt you anymore, Minjae. You’re safe.”

Minjae bit her bottom lip. “Are you sure?”

Yuna smiled, letting go of Minjae’s hand and gently cupping her face. “I’m sure. I won’t let her ruin any more of our time together. You’re with me, because you want to be. And because we love each other.”

“Yes. Yes . . . You’re right, Yuna.” Minjae admitted, nodding along to Yuna’s words. “You’re always right.”

“Should we go warm up and think of supper?” Yuna asked.

“Let’s eat something hot! And spicy!” Minjae exclaimed.

“Kimchi stew?” Yuna offered.

“Yes! And roasted pork belly!”

Yuna and Minjae clasped hands and headed back to the row of condos that lined the beach. Minjae tried to keep her smile, but even in the back of her head, she couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, there was a reason why Oh Hyera still had this hold over her.

*

Yuna fell asleep first, so Minjae slipped out from under her protective arm that she had draped over her and sat up. The day had been perfect- a lovely, romantic day in with Yuna. They had watched an old drama after supper, snacking on chips and whatever they had in the cupboards (which were becoming bare, Minjae would have to go to the grocery store soon) before showering together and relaxing in bed before falling asleep.

It was a wonderful day. A perfect day, actually. Yet, Minjae thought of what she had confessed to Yuna by the sea and couldn’t quite shake it all off. Everything was so perfect, so dreamlike, so . . . She searched through the bedside drawer for the medallion and brought it to the kitchen, where she started the kettle for some tea. Minaje ran her fingers over the engraved characters.

She had no idea how it came back into her possession. If she had admitted to Yuna that she still had it, she was sure Yuna would suspect Oh Hyera, or worse, Minjae herself. Yuna would want her to get rid of it. And Minjae knew she had to.

Yet Minjae didn’t have the strength. Her heart ached as she recalled the day Oh Hyera had given her the collar, securing it around her neck. There was something about being deemed a possession of Oh Hyera’s. She belonged to her, in heart and body, and how was that any different than an engagement ring?

Minjae held up her left hand, admiring the pink stone that shone there. She never took it off and wore it proudly every single day. It wasn’t all that different, was it? It symbolised a promise. It symbolised love and fidelity.

But it was different. It was so very different. Minjae knew that now. Yuna never treated her like a dirty secret, never hiding her away. Yuna never asked her to stop working, never stopped her from going out to see family and friends. Yuna never kept her barely dressed, at home in a lonely condo, waiting after her.

Minjae closed her eyes. Oh Hyera had treated her terribly. No matter how wonderful and amazing and addicting the sex, the orgasms, the attention and the compliments. Minjae had spent five years barely living. Five christmases, five new years, five birthdays under Oh Hyera.

Tears built up in her eyes, threatening to spill once more.

*

“You can come in now,” Hyera Unnie called out.

Minjae stood naked, outside the bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest. Adrenaline was coursing through her, excitement and anxiety for what was awaiting her made her tremble. The wait was the torture and Hyera Unnie never made her wait outside the bedroom before.

She opened the door and Hyera Unnie stood there, holding a pair of handcuffs and nipple clamps.

“Before I give you your gift,” Hyera Unnie smirked, gesturing to Minjae to turn around.

“Of course,” Minjae spun around and placed her wrists together at the base of her back. Hyera Unnie attached them tightly and Minaje could already feel her core tightening. “Ah-!”

“I wouldn’t want you to wiggle your way out of your gift,” Hyera Unnie said, cupping Minjae’s breasts from behind. Minjae leaned against her, tossing her head back onto Hyera Unnie’s shoulder. She couldn’t help but moan at Hyera Unnie’s touch as she tweaked her nipples. “I bet you’re wet already, aren’t you?”

“Ha-! I’m . . . I’m always wet for you, master,” Minjae moaned. She wanted more attention between her legs, where she ached terribly.

“Because you’re a slut,” Hyera Unnie muttered into her ear. She turned Minjae around and pressed her to the wall, kissing her hard and fast. Minjae moaned into the kiss, spreading her legs wide, hoping for a sliver of attention, of pressure. “And you’ll love my gift, Minjae. You’ll absolutely love it.”

Minjae gasped when Hyera Unnie began to kiss her neck, then her collarbone, then her breasts. She watched as Hyera Unnie suckled at her nipples, nibbling with her teeth. Minjae arched her back, jutting out her chest, her head swimming with endorphins, her knees weak.

“You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” Hyera Unnie teased as she attached the first clamp to Minjae’s nipple. Minjae hadn’t noticed which pair it was until she felt the tug and the teeth of the clamp.

“Ha-! The weighted clamps-?” Minjae almost let out a whimper as Hyera Unnie attached the second jaw. This pair were tightened to the max and had weighted marbles hanging from the jaws. The pain was almost as distracting as the pleasure, Minjae leaned against the wall, breathing through it.

“Oh yes,” Hyera Unnie said, cupping Minjae’s cheek with one hand while the other found her clit. “I bet you’re soaked down there, aren’t you?”

Minjae couldn’t answer. Hyera Unnie’s finger rubbed her clit in slow, terrible circles, applying barely any pressure at all. She moaned, rolling her hips with Hyera Unnie’s teasing rhythm.

“Answer me, Minjae,” Hyera Unnie said, leaning into her ear. “Tell me if you’re ready.”

“Ha- Ha-! Please-!” Minjae gasped, leaning into Hyera Unnie’s hand. She couldn’t concentrate. The pain of the weighted clamps were turning into delicious pleasure, but not enough to cum. Minjae couldn’t stand it, but revelled in it anyway. “Please!”

“Please, what?” Hyera Unnie asked softly.

“Please, fuck me,” Minjae pleaded, lifting her hips, hoping that Hyera Unnie would slip in her fingers. “Please, master, please-!”

“You poor slut,” Hyera Unnie scoffed. “Desperate already?”

Hyera Unnie glided her fingers downwards and inside of Minjae. Minjae cried out, breathing hard as Hyera Unnie pulled and pushed inside, nice and slow. It was so good, yet not enough. Minjae whimpered, rolling her hips, urging her silently for more.

“You’re so fucking wet, Minjae,” Hyera Unnie remarked, pulling her fingers out as Minjae whimpered pathetically. “I think you’re ready for my gift.”

“You’re not going to fuck me?” Minjae asked as Hyera Unnie stepped away. Minjae leaned against the wall, panting and rubbing her thighs together for more friction.

That was when she noticed Hyera Unnie’s gift on the floor.

“I’ll be watching.” Hyera Unnie gestured to the dildo that stood upright on the floor. It was thick and girthy, suctioned in place. “Come and sit on it, my lovely little slut.”

Minjae gulped, glancing from the dildo to Hyera Unnie. “That’s my gift?”

“Is it too small?” Hyera Unnie took Minjae by the upper arm and guided her to the dildo. “This was the biggest one.”

Minjae bit her bottom lip. She wanted more, she ached for more- but the dildo? Up close it was curved, ribbed and gigantic. It was too much, she could tell right away.

“Show your master how bad you want it, Minjae.” Hyera Unnie teased. “You’re more than wet enough. Fuck yourself on this. Give your master a show!”

“But-!” Minjae began as Hyera Unnie pushed her towards the dildo. She nearly lost balance and the weighted marbles pulled unexpectedly. She let out a whelp.

“Watching you cum on that,” Hyera Unnie held onto Minjae, making sure she didn’t fall. “Would please me so much, Minjae. I want to see you cum on it. I want to see you cry in pleasure.”

“Hyera Unnie . . .” Minjae began, leaning against her. “It’s too big, I can’t!”

“Try for me,” Hyera Unnie urged softly. She took a weighted marble between her two fingers and yanked down. Minjae cried out, her knees buckling. “Your master is commanding you to, Minjae. You wanted your gift so badly, you’re going to get it.”

With a few clumsy steps, Minjae found herself standing over the dildo. Hyera Unnie put her hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. Minjae slid down to her knees and Hyera Unnie helped her by lining up the thick tip against her wet, aching opening.

“Lower yourself more, Minjae,” Hyera Unnie muttered.

Minjae closed her eyes- the tip was stretching her already but she continued to lower her hips. The dildo pushed inside of her, filling her up, rubbing against her walls. Minjae cried out, trying to fit the entire phallus inside of her. Tears were stinging her eyes.

“Ha-! I can’t-! I can’t-!” Minjae called out, trying to grind against it, her knees already sore. There was pleasure, but not enough. Every movement of her hips made the weight marbles dance and bounce against her, pulling down on her aching nipples. She clenched her trapped hands, trying to enjoy herself but found it hard. “It’s too big!”

Hyera Unnie sat on the bed, watching her with her smile. She pulled out her phone and Minjae watched as she played on her phone and suddenly, the dildo exploded in vibrations.

“How about now?” Hyera Unnie asked.

Minjae cried out at once. The thick phallus was vibrating inside of her, so large and powerful, shaking her core. She tried to move her hips and suddenly, it took no time at all for Minjae to cum.

Her head was spinning now, her lips parted wide as her moans became loud, desperate cries of pleasure. She fucked herself on the dildo, the sound of wet friction filled the room. No longer did her breasts and nipples ache in pain, but added to her terrible torture, intensifying her prolonged orgasm.

“Doesn’t that feel good, Minjae?” Hyera Unnie said.

Minjae could barely open her eyes, but when she did, she saw that Hyera Unnie was holding up her phone, filming her.

“Tell your master how much you’re cumming. Moan louder for your master.” Hyera Unnie encouraged.

Minjae closed her eyes, the shame she felt was drowned out by the dildo’s intense, mind numbing vibrations that shook her entire body. She could only ride against the thick phallus, practically drooling as she came.

Her thighs burned from the exertion, but she pushed through it. It was so deliciously wonderful- Hyera Unnie knew how to pleasure her so well, so perfectly. What else could Minjae want more than this? Minjae never wanted it to end, never wanted to stop cumming.

It was just too good.

“You’re such a slut, Minjae. Look at you, cumming like that, so lewdly.” Hyera Unnie said from behind her phone. She was smirking at her, when Minjae opened her eyes. She was trying to keep up her rhythm to keep cumming, but her thighs were burning, screaming for a break. Her knees ached, too, not used to being dug into the hardwood flooring. “Shall I max out the vibration?”

Minjae nodded. She couldn’t believe it could get more powerful- the moment the dildo’s vibrations increased, Minjae let out a scream, her thighs trembling as her entire body shook, her core numbing so wonderfully.

“Good girl.” Hyera Unnie praised. “Cum as much as you want. I won’t take it away from you.”

It was so good, Minjae rolled her hips harder. She was addicted to it, she was sure of it. She was field to the brim, her thighs drenched in her arousal, in her wetness. She was sure had made a puddle, too, but her mind was empty of every thought, of every anxiety and worry. She was ascending, her body flooded yet feather light. How could she think of anything when she was cumming so hard, so fast, unstoppable?

Even as Minjae’s voice was giving out, she couldn’t stop herself. Her legs were giving out, her feet cramping horribly now. Her pace was slowing, but the vibrations were still at max, still stimulating her, still milking her body of the most intense orgasm of her life. Minjae couldn’t bring herself to stop. She was sobbing, tears streaming down her face.

“Have you had enough?” Hyera Unnie asked, putting down her phone. “You’ve been cumming for so long!”

Minjae couldn’t speak. She was grinding too hard, panting too hard, prolonging what she could of her pleasure. The dildo filled every inch of her, the vibrations echoing through her lower belly. She almost didn’t want to stop, yet the rest of her body couldn’t handle another second longer.

Then, the vibrations stopped and Minjae let out a whimpering sigh. She tried to lift her hips but Hyera Unnie only laughed before helping her to her feet. Minjae stumbled at once- her legs were useless, strained and numbed.

“Come see your master, Minjae,” Hyera Unnie said as she brought Minjae to the bed.

Dazed and trying to catch her breath, Minjae followed helplessly. She was trying to regain use of her legs but the aftershocks of her orgasms were still rattling her body, her core still delightfully humming for more. Her nipples ached, still weighed down by the marbles, begging her for freedom.

Minjae fell onto the bed, face first. She let out a muffled cry, her breasts stinging from the soft impact.

“Now, since you were so impatient and couldn’t wait until Christmas morning like a good girl, Minjae, you’ll have to be punished.” Hyera Unnie said from somewhere behind her. “I hope my gift was worth it.”

Trying to turn her head, Minjae only saw Hyera Unnie pull back and then there it was-the stinging slap of a leather paddle against Minjae’s ass. Minjae cried out, her voice hoarse but loud. Before the pain could even fade, Hyera Unnie struck the other cheek, just as hard. Minjae jerked her head back, then tried to curl up.

“Don’t move, Minjae, or I’ll hit something else and it’ll hurt even more.” Hyera Unnie warned.

The next four strikes of the paddle were harder than the first two. A burning pain across her ass ignited Minjae’s core once more. She panted through the pain, the nipple clamps aching as she leaned into the mattress, her thighs trembling.

“What do you say, Minjae?” Hyera Unnie asked as she suddenly grabbed Minjae’s braid, tugging her head back.

“Ha-! Please . . .” Minjae began, unsure of what to say.

“Apologise. Apologise for being an impatient whore.” Hyera Unnie commanded.

Minjae swallowed hard. “I’m sorry, master . . .I’m sorry for being impatient.”

Hyera Unnie tugged hard on her braid. “That’s not what I asked.”

“I’m sorry for being- ha-!” Minjae cried out as Hyera Unnie grasped her breast, her fingers on the clamps. “Ha-! Please-! Master-! Stop-!”

“You’re not apologising, Minjae,” Hyera Unnie said into her ear. “It’s part of your punishment to apologise to me, your master. Apologise for being an impatient whore.”

Minjae whimpered through the pressure Hyera Unnie was pressing into her poor, aching nipple. “I’m sorry, master . . . for being an impatient whore . . .”

“You are a whore, aren't you? A little slut who loves to cum?” Hyera Unnie asked, tugging harder on Minjae’s braid, jerking her head back and squeezing her breast at the same time. “I bet your pussy is still soaked, hmm? I’d bet you would still be cumming if I let you, right?”

Shame filled Minjae, realising that if it was up to her, maybe she still would be sitting on the dildo, but tears were threatening to fall once more so she didn’t reply.

“You’re so predictable, Minjae,” Hyera Unnie let her fall onto the bed once more. “You’ll do anything to cum, even if it means a punishment. I think you like getting hit, don’t you?”

Minjae cried out when Hyera Unnie struck her ass again.

“Answer me, Minjae. Do you like this?” Hyera Unnie asked, not stopping the onslaught.

“Ha-! Ha-! Master-!” Minjae cried out, each strike making her body jerk with the rhythm. The pain was searing across her ass, intensifying with each strike.

“I bet you’re squirting from this, aren’t you?” Hyera Unnie asked, scoffing. “You poor thing. You’ll cum from anything, won’t you?”

“Ha-!” Minjae let out a sob. “It’s too much-! Mercy-!”

The paddling stopped. Minjae laid there, sobbing now. She curled up on her side, breathing through the pain.

“It’s your fault, Minjae,” Hyera Unnie said as she stood over her. “You’re such a disgusting slut, Minjae. Who could tolerate your lewd, depraved ways but me? Who could even satisfy you but me?”

Minjae stared up at Hyera Unnie through a blur of tears. She was still trying to catch her breath, trying to understand her words through the haze of pain and pleasure.

“I have to do this to you, Minjae.” Hyera Unnie reached down and pushed Minjae onto her back. She reached between her thighs and plunged her fingers inside. Minjae cried out, lifting her hips and parting her legs wider. Her fingers found her g spot immediately and Minjae could only moan, despite the tears rolling down her face. “Look at you! You’re about to cum again! Aren’t you ashamed? You should push me away, not let me fuck you again! Have you no dignity, Minjae?”

Minjae gasped when Hyera Unnie pulled away her fingers, her words settling like bricks inside of her. She was right. . . How could she? How could she be so easily distracted?

“Keep your legs open and show me your desperate pussy,” Hyera Unnie commanded. “You want attention down there? I’ll give it to you!”

Before Minjae could protest, the leather paddle came hard and fast down on her clit. Minjae cried out, her back arching and her legs trembling to shut but Hyera Unnie was faster, one hand on her thigh as she struck her multiple times.

“Cum for me like a good slut, Minjae.” Hyera Unnie demanded.

Minjae just wanted it to stop, but she could feel her core tightening with every strike. She was moaning louder and louder. Hyera Unnie’s fingers glided to her pussy from her thigh.

“Show your master what a good slut you are,” Hyera Unnie encouraged. “Cum for me. You love this, don’t you?”

With Hyera Unnie’s fingers inside, stroking her g spot and the constant, hard and fast pressure of paddle against her clit, Minjae couldn’t help herself. She felt the numbing sensation in her lower belly and her legs trembled so hard, she sobbed as she came, throwing back her head, nearly screaming.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Hyera Unnie said once she pulled her fingers out of her, inspecting them. “You really will cum no matter what, won’t you. You really are a depraved slut, Minjae.”

Minjae laid there, on the bed, panting hard. She laid on her side, tears rolling down her face, her legs useless and tired. Her ass still seared and her entire pelvis was somewhere between numb and aching for more. She didn’t think she’d cum from that, but she did. She closed her eyes tight.

“Reflect on your actions tonight, Minjae. This is why you’re mine. No one else can satisfy your disgusting needs. You’re my slut and only I can give you what you need.” Hyera Unnie said coldly from above her.

Minjae gave a whimpering nod.

Notes:

Wow! I feel like it's been ages since I wrote a Minjae/ Hyera sex scene! It was intense and took some time, then I made up for it by writing a nicer scene with Minjae and Kyerin, commiserating, so y'all have that to look forward to!

I was hoping this would be a short fic but I think this'll be a long one! Not as long as Cherry Gold or Midnight Ice, but longer than the side stories, that's for sure. Once again, I cannot half ass Minjae's story and her development, so enjoy!!

Chapter 4: Part Four

With Yuna back at work in Seoul, Minjae found herself with more gift guides and other holiday related fluff pieces. Her heart wasn’t in it. She kept thinking of her last Christmas with Oh Hyera, like an old film she had watched ages ago, playing on repeat.

After a few cups of tea and a walk by the beach, Minjae couldn’t bring herself to write. She compiled a list of fruits acceptable to bring as gifts, but couldn’t think of the words. So Minjae gave up for the day and pulled out her phone, trying to think of who to text.

There was obviously Yuna, but she was always in meetings and often looked at her phone during her rare smoke breaks. Plus, Minjae didn’t want to worry her about her declining mental state and how she was thinking of her terrible ex.

Next was Minji, but Minjae wasn’t sure she wanted to add more to Minji’s large plate. Knowing Minji, she was obsessively planning the christmas party while also preparing for her imminent birth.

Minjae settled on Yang Kyerin. There was a good chance she was either sleeping or with Na Juyeon, but Minjae like to think it was partially her fault for triggering her. Not that Minjae hadn’t already been thinking of Oh Hyera, and how she kept slipping into her life through wedding planning, which was on pause until January.

 

Are you busy? Can you call me? -CM

Minjae placed her phone on the coffee table and closed her eyes, leaning back against the couch. Maybe texting Kyerin was a bad idea. Maybe she needed to think of something else, anything- else-!

Suddenly, her phone rang. Minjae scooped it up and answered it right away. “Yes?”

“What’s up? Is everything okay?” Kyerin asked, her tone a little serious.

“I . . . I need someone to talk to about something.” Minjae admitted, her voice small.

“Hmm, must be serious if you can’t talk to Yuna about it.” Kyerin offered. “You know what? I’m not working today and tomorrow. Do you want to come over and we can commiserate over your problem together?”

Minjae sat there, not sure what to say. “How do you know I haven’t already talked to Yuna about my problem?”

“Well, have you?” Kyerin asked.

“I mean, I did, but . . . But I don’t know. I figured you’d understand best.” Minjae replied.

Kyerin gasped. “Is this about Oh Hyera? Has she been texting you?” Kyerin asked.

“Yes, it’s about her, but no, she hasn’t been texting me . . .” Minjae replied, her cheeks hot.

“Look, get your butt over here, and we can talk it out, okay? And I’ll help you with your gift, okay? It’ll be super fun!” Kyerin exclaimed. “We could have a sleepover!”

Minjae pursed her lips. “I’ll text Yuna first and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Yay!” Kyerin exclaimed. “I’ll text Juyeon, too. Maybe she’s free for supper? Do you mind?”

“Yuna might want to have supper with us, too. She works in Seoul.” Minjae offered.

“Perfect!”

Minjae said her goodbyes and promised to text her train arrival info as soon as she could before hanging up. She texted Yuna and then booked a ticket to Seoul. Maybe a change of scenery would help, but at this point, Minjae would try anything.

*

Yang Kyerin lived with her older sister above the Lovelorn shop in the heart of a busy shopping district. The apartment was cosy and well decorated, with a spacious living room and a tiny kitchen. Kyerin discarded her jacket and boots at the door, immediately heading to the kitchen to make tea.

“Ugh, it’s a shame that Juyeon has to work!” Kyerin lamented.

Minjae did the same, but put down her backpack and tote bag on the floor before joining Kyerin in the kitchen.

“So, shall we get to problem solving right away?” Kyerin asked, leaning against the counter. Her hair was cropped short, giving her a more youthful yet pixieish look. “This is about Oh Hyera, isn’t it?”

Minjae nodded, crossing her arms to hug herself. “You know what kind of relationship Oh Hyera and I had, right?”

“Oh course! I could tell something was up between you two after our . . . encounter.” Kyerin began, one hand at her chin. “She’s not a true dom, that’s for sure. She has no respect for proper BDSM etiquette, from what I heard of her.”

“Lately, I’ve been thinking about the last christmas I spent with her,” Minjae continued, reassured that Kyerin understood. “It was . . . awful yet. . . amazing.”

“Is that what you want to talk about?” Kyerin asked.

Minjae glanced up at her, struggling to find her words. Words were never truly a problem for her, but in moments like these, they were failing her.

“I had a lover once, who was kind of like Oh Hyera. She was beautiful and dominating but she kept me at arm’s length.” Kyerin began with a sigh. “She was a perfect lover, actually. She knew how I liked it before I could even tell her. She was . . .” She sighed again, cradling her face. “Amazing!”

“Does Na Juyeon know?” Minjae asked.

“I’ve told Juyeon all about her.” Kyerin explained with a wave of her hand. “But the problem with my ex was that she wasn’t looking to settle down. She wanted to sleep around, keep her options open, hang out every once in a while, but she didn’t want to commit to me, even if the sex was amazing.”

“Is that how it ended?” Minjae asked. “Because you wanted more?”

Kyerin nodded, dropping her hand. “After a spectacular roleplay scene, I asked her to be my girlfriend but she said no. It broke my heart, but I think in the end, it ewas for the best.”

“Was she ever . . .” Minjae began, pausing to find the right word.

“Awful to me?” Kyerin asked and she nodded. “You and Oh Hyera wasn’t my first threesome, you know. Her and this guy were. I knew him from school and he was sleeping with her, too. She told us that we had to sleep together while she helped.”

“Sounds awful.” Minjae admitted.

“It was.” Kyerin replied as the kettle whistled. She turned around and grabbed two mugs and the tea. “I hated it. I’m not attracted to men and I won’t want one touching me, but he did because she told her to. It was absolutely terrible.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you.” Minjae said.

Kyerin poured hot water into the mugs. “You wanted a green herbal blend, right?”

“Yes, please,” Minjae replied.

“We both went through with it because we thought we loved her and that if we wanted to be with her, we had to prove it.” Kyerin explained. “I don’t know how Oh Hyera made you spend that christmas, but you’re more than what one person tells you what you are, what you deserve to do and feel and be. I learned that the hard way, multiple times.”

Minjae swallowed hard and accepted the mug of tea. “Thank you, Kyerin.”

“Was that helpful?”Kyerin asked in a more upbeat tone. “I’m not used to people coming to me for advice!”

“Very useful, thank you,” Minjae smiled, the heat warming her hands. “I knew you’d understand.”

“Good.” Kyerin replied.

“But . . . Do you ever think about your ex? Even if you’re perfectly happy with Na Juyeon?” Minjae asked in a quiet tone.

Kyerin took a deep breath. “I mean, sometimes.” She replied. “The sex and the roleplays were amazing, but that was it. There was no real feeling behind it. I . .. I didn’t truly love her. I love Na Juyeon.”

“But . . . But I loved Oh Hyera,” Minjae muttered, lowering her gaze to her mug.

“You were with her for years! That’s normal!” Kyerin said, putting down her mug and clasping her hands on Minjae’s shoulders. “You loved her and she treated you terribly. You were with her for what, five, six years? Of course you’re going to think about her! I thought about my ex on and off until I met Juyeon! Now I barely ever think of her!”

Minjae glanced up at her, tears prickling her eyes. She put down her mug, too and hastily wiped them away. “Are you saying . . . Are you saying one day I won’t feel this way? I won’t think about her like this anymore?”

Kyerin pulled Minjae into a hug. “I promise you, Minjae, that one day, Oh Hyera will be a long, gone memory. A story to tell about the mistakes of your youth to learn from.”

“You’re so wise, Kyerin!” Minjae said with a half sob, half laugh.

“I know!” Kyerin let go of her. “C’mon, let’s order some food and find a movie to watch, hmm?”

Minjae nodded, still wiping her eyes. She followed Kyerin to the living room, where she texted Yuna as Kyerin scrolled on her phone for a restaurant.

 

I’m at Yang Kyerin’s! Everything is going well! See you tomorrow! -CM

*

A movie marathon and cheap beer was exactly what Minjae needed to get her mind off of everything. She fell asleep sometime during movie number four and so did Kyerin, because when she woke up, Kyerin was on the floor with her. However, Kyerin’s sister must have come home from her date and saw them, because Minjae had a blanket over her.

Kyerin’s older sister made them a luxurious breakfast to fight their hangovers and as they ate, she told Minjae about all of the embarrassing things Kyerin did as a kid (she even showed Minjae photos when Kyerin was in the bathroom).

“Ugh older sisters are so annoying!” Kyerin groaned when they left the apartment. Her sister had reminded her of her shift that evening and Kyerin’s eyes almost rolled out of her head.

“I wouldn’t know,” Minjae replied, her heart warmed after seeing how much they clearly adored each other. “So, are you planning on exchanging gifts with Na Juyeon, too?”

Kyerin nodded. “I already told you what I was gonna give her!”

Minjae furrowed her brow.

“I’m going to stick some bows on my tits and some ribbon as bondage rope and bam! I’m the gift!” Kyerin gestured to herself with a knowing look. “Among other toys and a full weekend stay at a nice hotel!”

“Oh, that sounds perfect for you two.” Minjae replied.

“But as for my secret gift exchange person . . .” Kyerin tapped her lower lip. “I’m going to have to be creative. I don’t know them very well.”

“Well, that’s why we’re going to the mall, right?” Minjae said as they walked towards the underground train station.

Minjae racked her brain as they walked, trying to think of something she could give to Yuna. She didn’t want to give herself, not like Kyerin. Minjae hated that idea, she realised. She was already Yuna’s, just as Yuna was her’s. She didn’t need to prove herself by giving herself over and over again. Those days were long gone and Minjae wanted to make sure of it.

The mall was busy, even for a weekday morning. Minjae stared out at all of the people, wondering if they were as clueless as her.

“C’mon, let’s look around!” Kyerin exclaimed, leading Minjae by hooking her arm around her’s.

Shopping with Kyerin was an erratic experience. She was drawn in by everything- she wanted to get the bookstore out of the way, just in case she found the perfect gift. She even showed Minjae a book series she absolutely loved and recommended. Minjae flipped through the pages as Kyerin shopped on her own and that was when she realised that Kyerin had given her an erotic sapphic novel to occupy herself with. Minjae made a mental note to check it out later when Kyerin exclaimed that she found the perfect gift.

As Kyerin got the gift professionally wrapped, Minjae saw a stand not too far away. She wandered over and suddenly, it struck her.

The perfect gift for Yuna.

Notes:

Wow I hope y'all are caught up on Sadistic Beauty and its side story A because otherwise, not much of Kyerin's backstory will make sense haha.

The daily updates are probably gonna pause tomorrow since I'll actually be working. I might take the weekend to finish up the fic and then begin posting again in the new year.

The one year anniversary of Cherry Gold is Valentine's day! I guess that means I gotta post something for that, too, right?

Anyway, enjoy! I need to ice my wrist. Its been killing me for days now . . .

Chapter 5: Part Five

“You did so well, Minjae,” Hyera Unnie cooed as she squirted the healing lotion onto her hands and rubbed them into the bruising skin of Minjae’s ass.

Minjae gasped, her heart numb and empty and her core still thrumming.The bath eased the soreness, the ugly feeling afterwards but she still hated it. She hated that she still wanted more. That she had enjoyed the depravity, the lewd acts.

“It’s the best gift you could have given me,” she continued, gently rubbing in the lotion. “Watching you cum is so erotic.”

Swallowing hard, Minjae glanced at Hyera Unnie. “Y-yeah?” She asked in a small voice. “You liked it?”

“I loved it, Minjae,” Hyera Unnie leaned in and kissed Minjae’s forehead. “I love it when you embrace what you truly are.”

Turning over, Hyera Unnie poured out more lotion onto her hands and applied it to Minjae’s thighs and her lower belly, right above her clit.

“You’re a slut, Minjae. This is what you’re meant to do, with me, right here.” Hyera Unnie spoke evenly, rubbing the lotion into Minjae’s skin. “Only I can satisfy you, right?”

Minjae nodded, unsure if she wanted to cry or moan at Hyera Unnie’s gentle touch. Only afterwards was when Hyera Unnie so gentle with her. When was the last time Hyera Unnie made love to her, gentle and slow? Without it turning into pain, into something rough? A small gasp of pleasure escaped her lips.

“Even after all of that, you want more?” Hyera Unnie laughed and shamed filled Minjae at once. She glanced away, trying to close her legs, to hide her opening. “Keep your legs open, Minjae, I’m trying to take care of you, so you don’t bruise too much.”

“I’m sorry, Unnie,” Minjae muttered, closing her eyes. Hyera Unnie’s fingers were trailing lower and the lotion was cold yet soft. “I’m terrible, aren’t I?”

“You are.” Hyera Unnie rubbed the lotion against Minjae’s clit now and at once, she cried out, her back arching and her voice loud and betraying her needs. “Nothing will ever satisfy you, will it?”

Despite Hyera Unnie’s words, she kept up her rubbing. Tight, hard circles that drove Minjae wild despite the aches of pain that were radiating from her clit, her opening. She moaned, unable to help herself.

“You slut.” Hyera Unnie scoffed, rubbing harder. “Maybe I should stop touching you for a few days, keep you handcuffed so you can repent?”

“No-!” Minjae cried out. She hated how hot she felt, how much she wasn’t finished and how Hyera Unnie could easily undo her. Why was it so easy?

“No? Would you rather I stuff all of your holes and leave you to cum for a few days instead?” Hyera Unnie climbed over her, straddling her. “Maybe that’ll finally satisfy you, Minjae. I think that’ll do the trick, hmm?”

“Unnie-!” Minjae called out as Hyera Unnie slid the fingers that had no lotion inside of her. “Ha-! Stop-!”

“You say to stop,” Hyera Unnie pushed inside, her fingers curling. “But you’re so fucking wet, Minjae. Your pussy doesn’t want me to stop.”

“Ha-!” Minjae couldn’t help herself. It took mere moments before that wonderful yet shameful orgasm overtook her, making her cry, making her body shake, her core numb and filled with bliss. The moment Hyera Unnie stopped, Minjae rolled to her side, wiping away her tears.

“And you just bathed, too.” Hyera Unnie scoffed. “You really are shameless, Minjae. Clean yourself up and you’re forbidden from touching yourself. Is that understood?”

Minjae nodded, still whimpering with tears.

“Good night.” Hyera Unnie said.

Minjae waited until she heard the door close sharply. She let out a shuddering breath before getting up to gather the freshly cleaned sheets she had just soiled. Shame filled her and sleep was not easy to find.

*

“I missed you,” Yuna said when Minjae returned to their condo that night. She scooped Minjae up in a tight hug and Minjae was comforted by Yuna’s scent. Jasmine and cigarettes and something like clean linens from their detergent.

“I was only gone for a night,” Minjae hugged her tighter.

“One night too many,” Yuna replied. She kissed Minjae’s cheek. “You left so suddenly . . .I was a little worried for you.”

Minjae lowered her eyes. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“I know.” Yuna cupped Minjae’s face and kissed her forehead. “Did you have fun, at least?”

Minjae told Yuna about her conversation with Kyerin about their exes as she unpacked her bags, and then over a hot cup of tea. She found herself hesitant to tell her everything, but Yuna’s reassuring stare and her hand in hers told her that she could.

“I know that not everyone has a good relationship with their ex,” Yuna began. “I suppose I have Minji to thank for that.”

“You’re not jealous?” Minjae asked, holding her still hot mug despite it being empty.

“What do you mean?” Yuna asked. “I’m not jealous.”

“I mean, you weren’t worried about Kyerin and I?” Minjae asked again, having always wondered.

“Of course not.” Yuna grabbed Minjae’s hand. “I know you love me. I don’t need to be worried.”

Minjae nodded. “So you’re not upset that I still think about Oh Hyera?”

Yuna squeezed Minjae’s hand, her expression worried but caring. “I’m upset for you. It must hurt to think of her, doesn’t it? You were so upset after that wedding planner tried to suggest The Heavenly Deluxe. . . . I was so worried, and lately. . . .”

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to upset you.” Minjae kept her gaze lowered, eyes stinging with tears. “I. . . I can’t help it. I. . . I spent so long with her, and I keep recalling my last christmas with her . . .”

“Do you want to tell me about it?” Yuna asked. “Would that help you?”

Minjae glanced up at her. “I . . . I don’t know.”

“Maybe letting it out . . . In some way . . . Can help. Isn’t that what your therapist said to do? Share it and let it all out?” Yuna recalled.

When Minjae had begun therapy nearly a year ago, it was advice her therapist, a middle aged woman who specialised in domestic and sexual violence and was queer friendly, suggested. Minjae had tried to type it all out, but it led to breakdowns and tears, so she gave up. Instead, she told her therapist bits and pieces until she was able to tell Yuna. That was when the nightmares slowed down, until they stopped completely.

With tears in her eyes, Minjae nodded, then told Yuna about her last christmas with Oh Hyera.

*

The night ended with tears, hugging and comfortable pyjamas.

Minjae laid in bed with Yuna, soft and delicate and wrapped up in blankets. She didn’t want to feel so easily broken, but speaking the words out loud, the terrible acts and the things that were said to her, was like removing the weight she had been carrying for too long. Yet without the weight, she was in shambles. Pried apart and not so easy to put back together.

Yuna held her, stroking her hair, getting her tea when the tears subsided and even offering to order food. Minjae refused it all.

“Just stay with me, please,” Minjae asked quietly, looking up to meet Yuna’s icy blue eyes, filled with concern and love. She was exhausted. So very exhausted. She could fall asleep any moment now but only if Yuna stayed.

“Of course.” Yuna replied. She stroked Minjae’s hair, keeping her close. “I can do that.”

Nuzzling against Yuna’s shoulder, in the crook, Minjae took in her scent once more. She recalled the day she met Yuna, all those years ago. She recalled their first kiss and how her tiny student apartment smelled just like her.

She thought of how lucky she was to be put on Yuna’s path, how they fell in love and even if they suffered through hardships and were separated, they found each other again.

“I. . . I never want to leave your side, Yuna,” Minjae muttered, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Me neither,” Yuna kissed the top of her head. “Nothing’s going to keep us apart ever again.”

Minjae nodded, and a small smile formed on her lips.

“And that’s a promise, Minjae. I love you. No matter what.” Yuna added, her voice low and serious. “If we can get past Oh Hyera, we can withstand anything.”

Minjae nodded again, pushing herself closer against Yuna.

“I love you,” Minjae muttered.

“I love you, too.” Yuna kissed the top of head again.

Minjae fell asleep soon after.

*

Day by day, Minjae felt better.

Yuna worked from home for the rest of week, keeping an eye on Minjae despite saying it was because she wasn’t required in any meetings and could work remotely. Minjae didn't quite believe her, but she didn’t mind. Minjae returned to writing her fluff pieces- instead of little trinkets and fruits and the like, she wrote about experiences one could give as gifts instead. She supposed she learned that from Oh Hyera, which she supposed was the right lesson to learn, as opposed to the other one Oh Hyera wanted her to learn.

The other lesson, it seemed, made Minjae weary of sex, ever so slightly. Every one of Yuna’s lingering hands on the narrow of her waist, her lower back or chaste cheek kisses made Minjae double think. Normally, she would return each touch, each kiss, or even initiate her own. Yuna’s ass was irresistible in tight jeans and Minjae often couldn’t help herself to give her a light smack. Yuna would play it off as childish, but Minjae saw that blush every single time.

But now, as Yuna hugged her from behind, her arms around her shoulders and her hands dangling close to her breasts as she looked out the window, she wondered if she ought to lay Yuna’s hand over her breast.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Yuna asked, kissing Minjae’s head.

“Just thinking.” Minjae sighed. She decided against it. She turned around and pulled Yuna into a hug instead.

Yuna hugged her back with a tight squeeze. Minjae knew that Yuna wanted more than just physical affection. It was rare if they went a few days without sex, but it was nearly over a week now. Even Minjae was starting to feel the pull, the urge for more.

So why was she holding back?

“About Oh Hyera?” Yuna asked, still holding Minjae tightly, leaning down now to rest her head on Minjae’s. “About what she said to you?”

Minjae hesitated. “I. . . I don’t know.”

“If you don’t want to be intimate because you’re not in the mood, that’s okay.” Yuna began. “But don’t do it to punish yourself. You’re allowed to feel pleasure.”

A part of her knew that. Minjae was never afraid of her own pleasure, but was wary of who to give herself to. She was still hesitant to open up, to be even more vulnerable.

“I. . . “ Minjae began, trying to choose her words carefully. She was a writer, after all! How could it be so hard? “I’m just. . . I’m just scared.”

“Scared of what?” Yuna cupped Minjae’s cheek. “I’ll be gentle with you, alright? Would you like that?”

Minjae nodded. “I would love that.”

Yuna took Minjae by the hand and led her to the bedroom. Minjae’s heart began to race, as if it were the first time all those years ago. Yuna sat on the bed and Minjae followed suit. She leaned in and their lips met- soft and slow, and Minjae leaned into Yuna, her hand grasping her’s.

Soft and gentle never felt right. Minjae knew she was too accustomed to be treated worse, either because she had asked to be, or because someone else decided for her. Yuna holding her like she was delicate, like she was precious, was a strange sensation she could never get used to. She interlaced her fingers with Yuna’s, pulling her hand to her pounding heart.

“Are you nervous?” Yuna asked, pulling away from Minjae’s lips to kiss the length of her neck.

“A little. Isn’t it silly?” Minjae let out a small laugh but it turned into a moan as Yuna’s lips found her collar bone.

“No, it’s not,” Yuna muttered. She tugged at the hem of Minjae’s sweater. “Can I?” She asked.

“Y-yeah,” Minjae replied, a little surprised. Yuna pulled off her sweater to reveal Minjae’s green lace bra. She shuddered but did not recoil as Yuna kissed the slopes of her breasts, cupping them as she did.

“You’re beautiful, Minjae,” Yuna muttered, her lips so soft against her flesh. Minjae awaited her teeth, to bite and tease her with a hint of pain but it did not come.

“Yuna . . .” Minjae reached behind her back and undid the tiny hooks. She pulled off her bra and immediately, Yuna’s mouth was on one breast and her hand massaged the other. Minjae tossed her head back, moaning quietly as Yuna carefully kissed and licked her.

Slowly, Yuna pushed Minjae into the bed. Her fingers pushed her leggings down to reveal her panties. Minjae helped to pull off her panties, tossing them aside.

“It’s not fair, I’m all naked but you’re not.” Minjae said as Yuna kneeled beside her, still in her black turtleneck sweater and jeans.

Yuna smirked. “I’m just so distracted.” She replied before leaning over her and capturing her lips for another kiss. Slow, languid movements, their tongues flicking against each other. Minjae hummed, pulling up Yuna’s thick sweater, undoing the button and the zipper of her jeans.

“Yuna, take off your clothes,” Minjae said as Yuna grabbed her wandering hand, trying to pull off her jeans.

“Not yet.” Yuna chuckled. “I’ll undress myself.”

Minjae wanted to pout but Yuna kissed her deeply, one hand pinning her wrist to the mattress and the other cradling Minjae’s face.

“Is that okay?” Yuna asked, lessening her grip on Minjae’s wrist.

“It’s perfect,” Minjae muttered, almost breathless. She forgot how good it was to be restrained, to be kissed so well, to be swallowed up whole . . . “I think I’ve been ruined.”

Yuna kissed Minjae again, making her moan and she spread her legs, the ache there had been slowly building, but Yuna’s earlier grip on her wrist made it worse.

“You’re not ruined, Minjae,” Yuna muttered, leaning into her neck once more and kissing her there. “You could never be ruined.”

Minjae closed her eyes as Yuna’s kisses trailed lower- along her shoulder and collarbone, fast and light, across her breasts, slower, lingering on each nipple, making Minjae gasp and moan. Down her torso, along her ribcage, her teeth nipping at her flesh. Minjae kept her hands to herself, half wanting to urge Yuna lower, to where she wanted her mouth the most. As Yuna kissed her hip bone and along her thighs, which trembled as Yuna kissed the inside of her leg, splaying her legs open.

“Are you ready, Minjae?” Yuna asked, still kissing her inner thigh, inching closer to her thrumming pussy.

“I’m ready, Yuna,” Minjae replied, glancing down to meet Yuna’s gaze. “Aren’t you going to get undressed first?”

“And make you wait?”

“It’s only fair.”

“Well, in the name of fairness.”

A part of Minjae regretted it, but Yuna sat up and got off of the bed. She pulled off her turtleneck and jeans, revealing her mismatched bra and underwear. Yuna took those off, too. Minjae admired her naked form- Yuna’s full breasts and wide hips, her inky black hair pushed back as she resumed the position between Minjae’s wide open thighs.

“Now, are you ready?” Yuna asked, kissing Minjae’s other thigh, sucking on a spot that drove Minjae wild.

“Ha-! I’m ready-!” Minjae cried out, her hips bucking now that Yuna, too, was naked, and between her legs.

“Good.” Yuna muttered before licking the length of Minjae’s pussy, then carefully wrapping her lips around her clit, sucking her nice and slow.

Minjae moaned, immediately grabbing Yuna’s shoulders and raising her hips. At once, her core tightened and she was wild with desire. She could never get enough of Yuna’s mouth, the way she knew how to undo her, to make her cum so easily. Minjae’s moans filled the room when Yuna slid her fingers inside of her, curling them, pushing and pulling nice and slow, undoing Minjae just as slowly.

“Ha-! Yuna-!” Minjae called out, her hips rolling frantically with Yuna’s slow rhythm. She wasn’t kidding about being gentle with her. “More-!”

A third finger slipped inside of her, feeling snug and tight against her walls, stretching her slightly, but not too much. Minjae grabbed the sheets, raising her hips impatiently. She was close. Her lower belly was numbing, but slower than usual. She panted, waiting patiently for her orgasm to arrive.

Then, Yuna lowered her mouth and took the place of her fingers, her tongue pushing inside and licking her up.

“Ha-!” Minjae’s moan languished. This was her teasing Minjae, trying to make her patient, to make her enjoy but it drove Minjae wild. “Please, Yuna, I was so close-!”

Yuna pulled away, wiping her chin. “I wanted to enjoy myself a little. I’m sorry, Minjae.”

Minjae blinked away the tears that were beginning to form. “You weren’t teasing me?”

“Only a little.” Yuna said as she sat up and then planted one knee against Minjae’s hip, and the other between her thighs. “I didn’t want you to cum yet. I want us to cum together.”

“Together?” Minjae’s heart warmed slightly. Normally, Minjae always came first. She couldn’t help it. Yuna knew her weak spots, how to undo her. It was almost out of Minjae’s control. She couldn’t hold back even when she tried. And more often than not, Yuna liked to be on top, leaving Minjae under her.

Slowly, Yuna began to grind down on Minjae’s pussy with her own, trying to find that perfect spot. Minjae moaned, already so close, so ready to cum, she was sure she wouldn’t be able to hold back. As Minjae reached closer, as Yuna shifted her weight, rolling her hips downwards, harder and with more pressure, Minjae tried to hold back. Her lower belly was clenched tight, numb and ready. She was moaning louder and louder, the tears returning.

“Yuna-! Minjae called out, guilt piling in. “I’m going to-!”

As Minjae came, Yuna grounded harder, tossing back her head as she found her pleasure against Minjae’s hips. With Yuna’s moans in the air, Minjae let out a sob as she trembled, as her legs spasmed. After the teasing, the light and slow kisses, the edging, Minjae couldn’t and wouldn’t hold back. She arched her back, holding onto Yuna’s thigh and ass as she pulled her closer, trying to prolong her powerful orgasm. Yuna wasn’t letting up either. Her throaty moans told Minjae that she was close, and she was only pressing down harder, rubbing against Minjae and all she could hear was their wet friction, squelching.

Suddenly, Yuna leaned down and kissed Minjae, mid moan. Yuna was pushing back Minjae’s thigh as she did. Minjae wrapped her arms around Yuna, sound of mind enough to know that she didn’t want Yuna to stop. She couldn’t let Yuna stop kissing her, to stop fucking her, to stop anything. She didn’t want to let her go.

“I love you,” Yuna mouthed against her, her breathing was fast and erratic. Her pace slowed and then picked up again as she shifted against Minjae’s hips.

“Ha- Ha-! Ha-!” Minjae couldn’t speak. She couldn’t form words. At this point, she was overwhelmed with the endorphins, her entire body hot and needy for Yuna’s touch, not her words. She wanted to declare her love in return, but the words wouldn’t form on her parted lips.

“I love you so fucking much, Minjae,” Yuna said when she pulled away. She pushed her fingers into Minjae’s pussy, this time, she was not slow or delicate. She was milking and prolonging Minjae’s pleasure. Minjae’s moans only got louder as she arched her back, crying out as her arousal spilled out of her.

Her mouth lowered and captured her clit and Minjae was sobbing now. She couldn’t help it. Her entire body shook as Yuna applied the perfect amount of pressure against her, her fingers massaging her g spot, making her cum all over again. Minjae was seeing the stars explode behind her eyelids, her body loose and numb, yet tensed and ready to unfurl at any moment.

“I love you so much, Minjae. So, so much.” Yuna kept saying into her pussy. “You’re amazing. You’re beautiful. You’re . . .”

Minjae couldn’t even wipe her eyes. She was sobbing so hard, her body, her heart, at Yuna’s complete and utter mercy. She didn’t mind. She wanted Yuna to have her. She wanted Yuna to take her and empty her. She was the only person she could trust to do so, Minjae realised. She was the only person she wanted to take her apart so intimately and to put her back together whenever Yuna pleased.

Yuna only stopped to resume grinding down on Minjae’s hips, eliciting fresh cries of pleasure from Minjae.

“Ha-! Ha-! Ha-! Yuna-! Yuna-!” Minjae hadn’t cum so hard in ages. Yuna was making sure Minaje wouldn’t be able to walk. Or stay awake. Or anything. She no longer hoped to be restrained or stimulated with other toys, when Minjae could reach up and pull Yuna into a sloppy, half breathy kiss. She couldn’t do that tied up.

Yuna came again, forcing down and hard on Minjae’s hips, her swollen and long overstimulated pussy, chasing her own high again and again. Minjae’s voice was going to give out- but she didn’t care. She wanted Yuna to cum as many times as she did. She grabbed Yuna’s hand and pulled it up to her heart.

Exhausted, Yuna laid down next to Minjae, keeping her hand over her heart.

“I love you,” Yuna repeated, eyes half lidded and still trying to catch her breath.

“I . . I love you, too.” Minjae muttered. Both of her hands were clasped around Yuna’s, holding her open palm to her heart.

“Your heart is beating so fast.” Yuna said.

“My heart is yours, Yuna.” Minjae began, her voice small and quiet. “It’s all yours.”

Yuna leaned in and kissed Minjae. She took Minjae’s hand and pressed it to her chest as well. “And my heart, too, is yours.”

“Good.” Minjae said, feeling Yuna’s rapid pulse under her palm. Constant and firm, like Yuna herself. She leaned in and kissed Yuna. “Thank you, Yuna, for being patient with me.”

Yuna pulled Minaje into a tight hug, their bodies slick with sweat and their wetness, but Minjae clung to her.

“I’ll be patient with you, Minjae, because I’ll have you anyway you’ll let me have you.” Yuna began, her voice soft and tender and on the edge of tears. Minjae’s heart skipped a beat. The room was silent save for their shallow panting and pounding hearts. “That’s why I’m marrying you. I’ll have you soft, like today, or rough, like those other times. I’ll have you any single way. Just let me know, Minjae.”

Minjae let out a sob and pulled Yuna closer. Yuna was so very perfect, amazing . . . She had never felt so blessed or lucky in her life.

Notes:

The first chapter of 2024!!

I have no idea why this chapter took so long to write, but it did. I'm having a lot of fun writing Yuna and Minjae happy together, it's a nice break from the three scenes of Hyera and re-reading parts of Rose Dust as I post chapters. Check out Rose Dust, by the way! I redid chapters 2,3, and 4 and the uploaded chapter 5! Rose Dust is back to saturday updates now!

Meanwhile, this christmas special was supposed to be a short thing but I do love ruminating on trauma and writing sex scenes, so now I have no idea how long this'll be. It's nearly christmas in the fic, so it can't be all that much longer!

(Also, writing these heartwarming scenes with knowledge of what is coming in Rose Dust makes me feel as sadistic as Hyera . . .)

Chapter 6: Part Six

“You should have told me you had Christmas eve plans!”

Minjae sat crossed legged on the bed, trying to wrap up her gifts for Yuna while her mother was on speaker phone.

“I’m sorry, Mom. It’s been a busy few weeks.” Minjae said as she wrapped up the first of her two gifts for Yuna.

“I guess that’s why you haven’t been calling me,” Mom replied with a playful hunt of guilt in her voice. “I thought you were too busy wedding planning to spend time with your mother!”

“I told you, Mom, wedding planning is on hold until January.” Minjae replied. She wasn’t looking forward to trying to renew their venue search with only a few months until the wedding.

“I understand, dear,” Mom said. “So, what are you doing on christmas eve that’s more important than fried chicken and beer with your mother?”

“We can do chicken and beer on another day. I’m free tomorrow,” Minjae offered. “But actually, Mom, Yuna and I were invited to a christmas party. We’re exchanging gifts!”

“Oh? Really? Like in America?” Mom asked, her tone confused.

Minjae applied tape to the final fold of the dark blue and silver wrapping paper. She had made another trip to Seoul to visit her high school friends and found a roll of midnight blue wrapping paper with silver stars and stripes. Minjae picked it up at once- it would be perfect to wrap Yuna’s gifts. Minjae had to admit, she was proud of the wrapping job she did, even if it took a few tries to get every fold perfect and neat.

“Yeah, like in America,” Minjae replied.

“I suppose we can have chicken and beer tomorrow, then.” Mom said with a sigh. “At least you can fit me into your busy schedule, Minjae.”

Minjae glanced down at her phone, her expression softening. “Mom, I’m not that busy.”

“After everything, you’re very busy!” Mom replied. “I’m happy for you!”

Realising what her mother meant, Minjae smiled to herself. All that long ago, she spent all of her holidays with just one other person, if not completely alone while Oh Hyera spent it with her family. Now, she had Yuna, and her friends, and her mother by her side. She wasn’t without options.

“I’m happy, too.” Minjae admitted.

“Your stepfather will be there if you come before five tomorrow, if you want to see him. He’s going to have drinks with his coworkers while we celebrate.” Mom explained.

“I’ll be there early,” Minjae replied. “I haven’t seen stepfather in ages.”

“You know how he is. He’s become a boring old man. He hardly goes out unless it’s to drink with his coworkers.” Mom scoffed. “And I think he still feels bad about everything, so he doesn’t want to be a reminder to you.”

Minjae swallowed harder than she liked. She didn’t want to think too hard about it. “It’s fine, Mom. It wasn’t his fault.”

“He knows, he just feels bad and won’t say it.” Mom said with a sigh. “Anyway, see you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow,” Minjae said. “Love you, Mom.”

“Love you, too, Minjae.” Mom said.

Once they hung up, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

“I need to grab something, can I come in now?” Yuna asked from the other side of the door.

Minjae looked around and realised that her gifts were wrapped and nothing was exposed. “Yup! You can come in!” She called.

Yuna opened the door slowly and then entered the bedroom. “Was that your mom?” She gestured to Minjae’s phone on the bed.

“I almost forgot about our tradition,” Minjae admitted. “Beer and chicken on christmas eve.”

Yuna nodded. “That’s true, you did that last year, too.”

“I’m going tomorrow night, we don’t have plans do we?” Minjae asked, forgetting to ask if she had planned something with anyone else.

“Not to my knowledge.” Yuna sat next to Minjae and grabbed her hand.

“Didn’t you say you forgot something?” Minjae asked, smiling up at Yuna.

Yuna leaned in and kissed Minjae on the lips, slow and chaste. Minjae closed her eyes, savouring the kiss before Yuna pulled away.

“I just wanted to kiss you,” Yuna admitted. “And I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the grocery store with me.”

Minjae laughed, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. “I’ll go with you in just a minute.”

“Alright. I’ll wait for you in the kitchen.” Yuna said and she kissed Minjae’s cheek. Since the last time they had sex, Yuna had been extra affectionate. Minjae loved it- it made her feel like a schoolgirl once again.

Yuna left the bedroom, so Minjae gathered up her wrapped gift and hid it in the closet, in a box of summer clothes that belonged to Minjae. Yuna hardly touched Minjae’s side of the closet, so it was a perfect hiding spot.

There was a seedling of doubt growing inside of her. Minjae hated it- she hated that there was all of this doubt over different things swirling in her mind. Would Yuna like her gift? Would she be secretly disappointed? Or was Yuna’s gift so good and amazing and thoughtful that hers paled in comparison?

But then Minjae glanced over at Yuna, who peered into the bedroom from the kitchen, phone in one hand and her scarf in the other. Her reassuring smile was all Minjae needed, she reminded herself.

Everything would be okay.

*

“Merry Christmas, my lovely Minjae,” Hyera Unnie cooed into Minjae’s ear.

Half asleep, shaking off the ending of her usual nightmares, Minjae rolled over into Hyera Unnie’s arms. Immediately, Hyera Unnie’s hand slid into her panties, rubbing her clit.

“Have you been a good girl, Minjae?” Hyera Unnie asked as Minjae moaned.

Despite the nightmare, Minjae spread open her legs and arched her back. It had been a week since she had received her christmas gift early and she had recovered quickly from the play. Hyera Unnie had been gentle with her, even kind, in the past few days so Minjae clung to her.

“Ha- no, I’ve been naughty. . . “ Minjae moaned, opening her tired eyes. Hyera Unnie was always beautiful, ethereal almost, above her, awash in the early winter sunlight.

“Yes, you have, haven’t you?” Hyera Unnie smirked, pulling away her hand. Minjae whimpered. “You were impatient with your gift and you were punished well for it.”

Minjae nodded, watching as Hyera Unnie sat up and pulled the sheets back. Minjae covered her chest, feeling cold and exposed all of the sudden- she normally slept in only panties, if not completely naked.

“And now you have to give me my gift, Minjae,” Hyera Unnie said as she straddled Minjae, cupping her chin. “And I want it now.”

Minjae gulped, guilt sinking into her belly and making her chest tight.

“There isn’t one, is there?” Hyera Unnie pursed her lips and furrowed her brow. “I suppose I’ll just have to make do, won’t I?”

“Unnie, I’m sorry.” Minjae began quietly. “I.-!”

Hyera Unnie leaned down against Minjae’s ear. “Nothing you could give me would be better than you, Minjae.”

Minjae laid there, heart pounding.

“Your heart, your body . . . Your love, your devotion . . “ Hyera Unnie laid her hand over Minjae’s left breast. “That’s all I need from you, Minjae.”

“Unnie. . .” Minjae began as Hyera Unnie stared at her, eyes soft suddenly. “Unnie, I’m all yours. I’m always yours.”

“Exactly,” Hyera Unnie replied, smiling at her. “So, today, you have one task. A single task to prove it all to me.”

Minjae tried to hide her hesitation so she smirked. “What is it, Unnie?”

“It’s Master to you,” Hyera Unnie dug her fingers into Minjae’s breast, making her wince. “And I know you can do this well.”

“Master, tell me,” Minjae said. After their last session, she was more than hesitant. She was more than wary.

Hyera Unnie leaned into Minjae’s ear, her hand still firmly pressed against her breast. “I’m meeting my parents tonight and as much as I would love to invite you, my Minjae, but you’re too much of a slut. They’ll see it all over your face the moment they see you. No, you’ll stay here and you’ll be proving your love to me.”

Minjae swallowed hard as Hyera Unnie was weighing on her now, making it hard to breathe.

“I’m going to be lonely when I get back, Minjae. I’ll need you to be ready for me.” Hyera Unnie continued. “I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.”

Hyera Unnie climbed off of her and held out her hand.

Trembling slightly, Minjae took Hyera Unnie’s hand and followed her to the kitchen, knowing far too well what Hyera Unnie wanted from her.

*

Minjae woke up with a slightly dry mouth. She may have had too much beer when she visited her mother. Minjae had showed up with a four pack of short cans while her mother had also bought a pack of four as well. None of it went to waste, that was for sure. She got up carefully, making sure not to disturb Yuna, who was fast asleep still. Minjae headed to the kitchen and poured a tall glass of ice cold water from the pitcher.

She had taken the train with Yuna- she had some work to finish late and swung by Minjae’s Mother’s apartment to pick her up. Full of fried chicken and beer, Minjae nearly fell asleep on the long train ride home, and then passed out as soon as she could.

Even alcohol couldn’t save her from recalling christmas day with Oh Hyera. Minjae chugged her water, trying to swallow down the awful mix and shame and arousal.

She hated that even as she recalled those awful times, her core clenched, urging her to give in, to touch herself or to even wake up Yuna. It was only five in the morning- too early for Yuna to be awakened, even for sex. Minjae knew full well that years of being treated that way meant it was going to take a few more before she could shake it off, but Minjae chugged another glass of water. That kind of work wasn’t easy.

Minjae closed her eyes and tried to think if she needed another glass of water. She tried to recall her therapist’s words. She was not her feelings. Feelings passed. Minjae chugged a half glass and then returned to bed.

She didn’t need to ruminate. Not now. Not the days before christmas eve. Not when she had her wonderful fiance asleep next to her. Not with their perfect life they had built together. No, it will pass.

Or at least, Minjae desperately hoped so.

Notes:

Hey everyone!!! I'm posting this really late compared to my usual post time but I've been exhausted lately. I'm back at work this week, so writing has been non existant. I'm trying to finish this fic but time has not been on my side!!! My goal is to finish this fic in less than 10 parts, so we'll see if I mange to do that! I know how it ends and what I want to happen, but I just need like a whole day to sit at the computer and not be interrupted haha.

I'm updating Rose Dust today, too, so check it out after this chapter! Enjoy!! Next update with be next saturday, hopefully!

Chapter 7: Part Seven

Tears were rolling down Minjae’s cheeks and she was unable to wipe them away.

Minjae was sitting on a kitchen chair, in the middle of the kitchen, completely naked. Her hands were tied behind the chair, handcuffed tightly with the metal pair. Her knees were bound together, and so were her ankles. A bright red ball gag was lodged between her lips, keeping her from calling out, from moaning too loudly. Wrapped around her cherry red collar were the golden nipple clamps, keeping her breasts perked up and her nipples trapped. The pain seared into hot, intense pleasure ages ago. Inside of her pussy were a pair of the ben wa balls, vibrating inside of her in varying degrees of intensity. On her clit was a clamp as well, throbbing in tandem with the balls inside of her. Finally, lodged in her ass, was a small plug. It was the worst offender of them all and she hated it the most.

It was a perfect storm, all of her points perfectly stimulated and she lost count of how much she came, how long she sat there, her moans and cries stifled. Her body was coated in sweat, her thighs and the towel under her drenched with her arousal. She was trying to catch her breath between moans, but it was so hard.

No matter how she sat, how she positioned herself, how she squirmed, something would stimulate her more. If she leaned back, the plug would ache in her ass, filling her core with a different sort of pleasure. If she leaned forward, her breasts would hang heavily. Squeezing her thighs together would make the clamp on her clit sting, making her moan.

Meanwhile, the remotely controlled ben wa balls went from low vibrations to high, back and forth, non stop. Minjae was sure Hyera Unnie was idly playing with the intensity, her phone under the table as she spoke casually with her parents. It truly was the perfect storm.

Suddenly, the balls were vibrating at full blast after some time of being on a low or medium setting. Minjae sat up straight as another orgasm ripped through her, She was drowning in endorphins, her muffled cries loud and lewd. Minjae tried to roll her hips, but the wet towel and the clamp wasn’t enough for her. She hated that. She hated it wasn’t enough and despite cumming on and off for what felt like hours, wasn’t enough.

She could hear footsteps. The doorbeeped ad the front door opened. Hyera Unnie was there, her cell phone in one hand and a latte in the other. Her purse hung casually on her elbow.

“Enjoying yourself, my lovely pet?” Hyera Unnie placed her things down and took off her jacket. The balls were still on full blast inside of her.

Minjae tried to beg for mercy, but could not. Hyera unnie hung up her jacket in the hall and then returned to Minjae, kissing her forehead.

“My parents were being absolutely awful.” Hyera Unnie cupped Minjae’s chin, jerking her up and smirking down on her. “And what a good girl you are, still here, still cumming after all of this time . . “

Minjae silently urged her for freedom from her restraints, but Hyera Unnie dropped her chin and returned to her phone.

“Good thing I gagged you, Minjae. I could hear your voice only when I came inside the condo. I wouldn’t want the neighbours to know what a good slut I have.” Hyera Unnie teased. Suddenly, the vibrations intensified, numbing all of Minjae’s pelvis. Her eyes were rolling back as her thighs trembled with another orgasm. “Are you ready for me, my lovely Minjae?”

She almost didn’t hear her- Minjae’s heart was pounding hard in her chest, in her ears. She could barely see Hyera Unnie approach her through her tears. Minjae was shaking, her body spent but not empty. She had nearly given it all. She was nearly empty of everything.

“I bet you’ve soaked the chair, didn’t you?” Hyera Unnie leaned into her ear, muttering. Minjae shuddered. “How many times did you cum, Minjae? I bet you lost count.”

Minjae tried to focus her eyes on Hyera Unnie, but couldn’t. All of the sudden, the gag was removed and Minjae took a deep breath, swallowing the saliva that had built up.

“Ha-! Unnie-!” Minjae began. She blinked away tears as Hyera Unnie knelt down and undid the sashes around her knees and ankles.

“Come with me, Minjae, time for you to give me my gift.” Hyera Unnie said, helping Minjae to her feet.

Minjae stood carefully, leaning on Hyera Unnie, but her legs were useless. Her muscles were loose and stupid from the multiple orgasms over hours. The ben wa balls were humming still inside of her, at a high intensity. Every step Minjae took, she could feel her arousal drip down her thighs, her body working against her wishes to make her useless, to make her lean on Hyera Unnie.

“You can’t walk, can you?” Hyera Unnie scoffed.

“Ha-! No, no I can't, I’m sorry-!” Minjae moaned, the clamps at all three points, the ben wa balls and plug were keeping her still, but trembling from the ongoing orgasm. She didn’t want to move, but Hyera Unnie was urging her to.

“I’m not carrying you, Minjae.” Hyera Unnie said at once.

Minjae forced herself, panting as she leaned into Hyera Unnie, every step pure pleasure radiating from her core. Before she knew it, she crossed the threshold of the bedroom and Hyera Unnie gave her a hard shove. Minjae cried out lewdly as she fell to the floor, where she remained. The ben wa balls were vibrating harder, somehow. She glanced over her shoulder to see Hyera Unnie with her phone, her pants dissolving into cries.

“They’re at max now.” Hyera Unnie said as she undid the buttons of her blouse. “Moan for me, Minjae. Show me how much you can cum. Show me how much pleasure I’ve given you.”

With her wrists still bound behind her, Minaje arched her back, moaning loudly for the first time in hours. Pleasure coursed through her, unstoppable. She opened her legs wide, hoping that Hyera Unnie would see her and touch her, but Hyera Unnie only undressed herself, watching with a smirk. Rolling her hips, squirming as every single sensitive, erogenous part of her was stimulated. When was the last time she felt so good? This almost paled in comparison to the gift she received the week before.

Hyera Unnie removed her panties and bra last, then stood over Minjae, in the half dark room.

“Have you had enough, my insatiable slut?” Hyera Unnie asked. She was holding her phone. Minjae wondered if she was taking a video. Or photos. Or maybe she was considering lowering the settings? Minjae only nodded, worlds not coming to her. “I’ll lower it for now.”

Hyera Unnie moved around Minjae and sat on the edge of the bed, opening her legs wide. “Minjae, my dear, come here and give your Master a gift.” Hyera Unnie said in a sweet voice.

Minjae glanced up, and tried her best to roll over, to get on her knees. Her body was weak, exhausted. Even if the ben wa balls were humming slowly now, moving with the plug in her ass made her ache and moan in a new way. She got on her knees, her nipples hard and tight and aching, too. She wanted to be free, she wanted to hold Hyera Unnie, to lick her up properly, but this was what she wanted.

Hyera Unnie wanted her to be like this, in front of her, on her knees.

Finally, Minjae brought herself to Hyera Unnie’s parted legs and leaned in. She ran her tongue over her folds and found her clit. As she wrapped her lips around her clit, Hyera Unnie clasped her hand on the back of Minjae’s head and kept her there.

“Give me a taste of your devotion, Minjae. Show me how much you loved having all of your holes plugged up, all of your sensitive points trapped.” Hyera Unnie said, her fingers in Minjae’s half undone braid.

Minjae tried. She sucked hard and fast on Hyera Unnie’s clit, listening for her moans, her praise.

“Good girl,” Hyera Unnie said breathily. “Just like that.”

The praise sent shivers up her spine. She kept going until she heard Hyera Unnie pant louder, and louder. Her jaw was starting to hurt. Her breasts were hanging heavily, aching painfully. When Minjae squeezed her thighs shut, her own clit throbbed wonderfully in tandem with Hyera Unnie’s cries.

Minjae didn’t stop until Hyera Unnie pushed her away, sending her back to the floor. Minjae laid there- she was too exhausted to try and get up again.

“You’re so good at pleasing me,” Hyera Unnie said as she crawled on top of her.

Hyera Unnie kissed her and then, the ben wa balls came to life at max inside of her. Minaje broke the kiss to cry out, her back arching and her hips rolling.

“Ha-! Ha-! Please-!” Minjae cried out. “Please-!”

“Please, what?” Hyera Unnie chuckled as she captured Minjae's lips in another kiss. She kissed slow, and hard, then fast and Minaje was melting. She wanted more. She wanted Hyera Unnie so badly, to feel her all around her, to be held by her.

“Please-!” Minjae moaned. It was all she could say. She wanted her. She wanted to be free of her restraints and toys and hold Hyera Unnie.

“Do you want me to fuck you, is that it?” Hyera Unnie asked, sitting up. “Isn’t your pussy full?”

Before Minaje knew it, she cried out as Hyera Unnie pushed her fingers inside of her, stretching her open.

“Ha-! Stop-!” Minaje cried out, trying to wiggle free.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Hyera Unnie was pushing the balls further in. Minjae was squirming harder, sobbing now. “Or, would you rather this?”

Her fingers were out of her but now applying pressure to the clamp that trapped her clit. Minjae cried out hard, her hips bucking at her touch. She was cumming again, one long, powerful orgasm after another.

“Aren’t you finished cumming yet?” Hyera Unnie teased, her fingers rubbing hard, tight circles against her throbbing, trapped clit. Minjae’s eyes were rolling to the back of her head. She could barrel register anything that was the pleasure that was radiating from her core, her pussy, her clit. “You slut. You’re so greedy. This is all you wanted, wasn’t it? Disgusting.”

Minjae closed her eyes tight.

“This is supposed to be your gift to me, but I think you’re enjoying this too much. You’re such a slut, a whore, Minjae. I should paddle you. I shouldn’t touch you for a week, a month!”

The pressure was unbearable. Minjae could only hear Hyera Unnie’s awful truth and the addictive, intense and blissful pleasure.

“You’re never satisfied, are you?” Hyera Unnie continued. She planted a hand on Minjae’s breast. “Keep cumming, you slut. Don’t stop. Give me as many of your orgasms as you can. I want to know how much a slut like you can cum!”

Minjae cried out as Hyera Unnie toyed with her nipple. She was shaking, sobbing now. It was too much. All too much. She could feel the exhaustion in her bones, in her heart. Yet, the pleasure would not stop between her legs. Why did it feel so good? Minjae wished she wasn’t so sensitive, so eager for Hyera Unnie’s touch. She was trapped under her. Trapped and betrayed by her own body, more willing than her. It was what she deserved, after all. Minjae sobbed as Hyera Unnie continued, as her sensitive points were teased further, as Hyera Unnie told her what an awful, greedy slut she was, how good she was at cumming.

What else could she do?

Minjae whimpered as the ben wa balls stopped completely and then, one by one, Hyera Unnie removed the various toys. Soon, Minjae was naked on the floor, save her collar, panting and tears silently rolling down her cheek.

“Let’s get you washed up, Minjae.” Hyera Unnie said with a sigh. “And you can go to bed. I think you’ve had enough to last a few days, hmm?”

With Hyera Unnie’s help, Minjae hobbled to the bathroom.

The upside to such intense sex was that Hyera Unnie always washed her up, then she could sleep. Minjae could sleep for as long as she wanted. There were no nightmares, but there would still be tears.

*

Minji’s party was at seven o’clock and the train to Seoul took an hour. They would have to grab a taxi to get to Minji’s apartment, but depending on traffic, it could take anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour. Plus, they had a hotel for the night, and they would have to check in and drop off their luggage.

Minjae was getting a headache from the logistics of it all and the lack of sleep.

Her mind was just too full and she needed to shut it off for a bit. However, sleep had been fleeting lately. Minjae dreamt of her last christmas with Oh Hyera, her terrible words echoing in her mind, making her pussy and clit throb when she would awake the next day. Ignoring her body was impossible when Yuna would roll over and drape an arm around her, brushing against her breasts.

Luckily, Yuna took over the logistics. She booked the hotel near Minji’s, the train tickets, and made sure everything was packed up and ready to go. Minjae thanked her constantly with kisses on the cheek.

On the train to Seoul, Minjae rested her head on Yuna’s shoulder. She was exhausted and she hated it. Why was Oh Hyera haunting her? Why couldn’t she be completely free of her? Absentmindedly, Minjae reached to the hollow at the base of her throat, but was reminded that she no longer wore the cherry red leather collar, that the medallion was no longer there. Yuna glanced over at her, but Minjae dropped her hand at once.

The medallion was hidden in her bedside drawer. How it came back into her possession, she had no idea. Why she never got rid of it, she also had no idea.

“Try to rest,” Yuna advised softly. “It’s going to be a long night.”

Minjae glanced up at her, smiling softly. “I know.”

“The nightmares came back, didn’t they?” Yuna asked a moment later.

“They’re different now.” Minjae admitted.

Yuna didn’t reply.

Minjae closed her eyes, trying to think of the party, of seeing her friends, of how different life was now. She had Yuna, she had friends, she had family, she had everything now. She was working a job she loved, living in a condo she could call home, she was planning her wedding to Yuna, she was having amazing sex with Yuna, too.

So why was Oh Hyera still haunting her?

Maybe there was a part of her that would always be tethered to her. A sliver of her heart that she could never get back from her once master. Maybe that was the price to pay for freedom, to be haunted, to always think of her, to recall every wonderful and awful thing Oh Hyera had put her through.

Minjae wished it wasn’t so, but she had no other choice. She accepted it so easily. Oh Hyera still had a part of her heart and Minjae knew she would never let it go.

*

The hotel that Yuna had booked was called the Star Peninsula. It was a tall, towering hotel that seemed far too expensive for their budget, but Minjae didn’t complain when she threw herself on the king size bed and sank into the impossible soft mattress and silky sheets.

“We have time to relax before the party,” Yuna said as she hauled their suitcase onto the bed. “Do you want to exchange gifts now or at the party?”

Minjae rolled over, then sat up. She pulled down the skirt of her dress to cover her thighs. “At the party!” She replied suddenly. “I’d rather wait until the party!”

Yuna raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Alright.”

Nervously, Minjae toyed with the end of her braid. She wanted to keep her hair long for the wedding, but she was thinking of getting it trimmed soon. She tightened the elastic as Yuna sat next to her.

“Minjae, be direct. What’s going on?” Yuna asked, her hand on Minjae’s thigh.

Minjae was weak for thigh touches. She glanced away from Yuna. “I’m scared you won’t like my gift,” she said. It wasn’t a complete lie. She had doubts about her gift since she bought it.

“I’ll love anything you’ll give me, Minjae.” Yuna replied, squeezing her thigh. “You know that.”

“I haven’t been sleeping,” Minjae added. She laid her hand on Yuna’s.

“I’ve noticed.” Yuna said with a nod.

“And the nightmares are different.” Minjae continued. She closed her eyes, thinking of how she dreamed of Oh Hyera on top of her, fucking her, calling her names and restaining her.

“You’ve told me.” Yuna gathered Minjae’s hand and kissed her knuckle. “Is it about Oh Hyera?”

Minjae nodded, tears escaping her shut eyes.

“Minjae,” Yuna began softly. “You’re safe now. I won’t let her touch you. You’re with me, you’re surrounded by people who love you. You won’t ever let it happen again. I will never lose you again.”

Leaning into Yuna, Minjae wanted to believe Yuna. She wanted to believe her so badly. Yet how could Yuna stop her memories? How could Yuna make her not think or dream of Oh Hyera?

“I love you, Minjae. You’ll get past this. I have faith that you can move on.” Yuna held onto Minjae tightly. Minjae let out a small sob and nodded.

She wanted to have faith, too.

Yuna cupped Minjae’s cheek, guiding her gently to look up at her. “If you cry at Minji’s party, they’ll think I mistreated you.” Yuna teased before kissing her.

“I’m sorry,” Minjae replied. She pulled away from the kiss to wipe her eyes. “I’ll have to redo my makeup!”

Minjae got up and grabbed her makeup pouch from the suitcase but before she could head to the bathroom, Yuna grabbed her hand.

“I love you, Minjae.” Yuna stated, standing up and wrapping her up in a hug. “You’ll get through this.”

Minjae held onto Yuna, clinging to her tightly and nodded into her blouse. “I know.” She replied. “I hope so.”

“You will.” Yuna kissed the top of her head. “You will. You’ve come too far to go back. You’re so much stronger than you think, Minjae.”

Glancing up at Yuna, Minjae felt fresh tears prickling her eyes. “I love you, Yuna. I’ll do my best.”

With another long, but chaste kiss, Yuna let Minjae go freshen up in the bathroom. Minjae’s heart began to race- Yuna always had this effect on her. To make her feel special and chosen and like the only girl in the world. Maybe Yuna was right- she was stronger than she thought she was. She could get past this.

Minjae stared at herself in the mirror. She wasn’t that naive, love- starved girl from all of those years ago. She was much stronger now.

She needed to be. She would need all of her strength to shake off the ghost of Oh Hyera.

Notes:

Hello!!!

My goal on monday is to lock myself in my apartment (its my day off) and finish this fic!!! It wasn't supposed to be this long!! If I do another holiday special, I'll plan better.

Enjoy!!!

Chapter 8: Part Eight

Minji’s apartment was a flurry of lights, garlands, kitschy little santas and other decorations. In the corner of the living room was a huge pine tree, covered in sparkly, colourful balls, lights, and candy canes. The apartment smelled delicious- both Jihoon and Minji wore matching christmas aprons as they hurried in and out of the kitchen, chatting with Kyerin and Juyeon, editing the christmas playlist and the like.

“Yuna! Minjae! You’re here!” Minji called out, waddling from the kitchen. The apron stretched across her belly.

“Minji, shouldn’t you be resting? You’re due in a few weeks!” Yuna scolded, sending a death glare in Jihoon’s direction.

“I can’t stop her!” Jihoon insisted, putting his hands up defensively. An alarm rang from the kitchen. “The stuffing is ready!” And he took his cue to run away.

“He can’t stop me, Yuna! I can and will have a perfect christmas party!” Minji said at once, hands on her hips. “And Baekhyun’s been doing flips all day!”

With a wince, Minji cradled her belly.

“Minji! Go sit down!” Yuna scolded. “Minjae and I will take over.”

Minji pursed her lips but winced again. She headed to the couch, and Kyerin went to join her. Minjae watched, hoping that Minji wasn’t in too much pain. She couldn’t imagine growing a whole baby inside of her body, and then that baby doing flips. The thought sent shivers down her spine.

In the cramped kitchen- which smelled of turkey, gravy and everything Minjae had seen in the christmas movies she had watched before- Jihoon and Juyeon were hard at work. Juyeon was making a mess while making whipped cream with a hand mixer, fluffy dollops of cream could be seen on the cabinet doors and on her. Jihoon was fluffing up the stuffing, which Minjae wasn’t sure what it was, but it was brown and smelled good. There was a bowl of fluffy white mashed potatoes that were already finished, practically ready to serve on the counter.

Jihoon delegated the last few tasks to Minjae and Yuna while he checked up on Minji- Yuna was tasked with the gravy while Minjae chopped up the green onions for the mashed potatoes and checked on the roasted vegetables, pushing the veggies around on the pan it as it finished up cooking. When the food was ready, Kyerin helped Jihoon with setting the table.

“Look at all of this food!” Kyerin exclaimed when everyone sat down. Jihoon brought out the turkey- a golden, crispy bird that Minjae didn’t think was as big as the movies. It smelled heavenly and her mouth watered at the sight of the side dishes that Kyerin brought from the kitchen.

“Yes, thanks to Minji and Jihoon for hosting us!” Juyeon added excitedly.

Minji nodded, but she was still trying to hide her winces of pain.

Minjae, who sat to Minji’s left, leaned into her ear. “Are you alright?” Minjae asked quietly. She hated to see Minji in pain.

“Just a cramp,” Minji waved it off.

“A cramp?” Jihoon repeated, his brow furrowed. “Do you want to lie down, honey?”

Minji shook her head. “I want to eat delicious food!”

Yuna and Minjae exchanged worried glances as Kyerin poured out wine for everyone but Minji. Jihoon declined as well.

Jihoon began serving the food- the turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, gravy and roasted vegetables were passed around the table for everyone. Minjae helped herself after Minji passed down the stuffing. Poor Minji was wincing again and Minjae caught Jihoon’s concerned expression. She couldn’t help but wonder if this was not a normal amount of pain but Minjae knew that pregnancy wasn’t something she was knowledgeable about.

The meal went on. Kyerin recounted how she had an elementary school teacher who taught her about western christmas traditions and Jihoon said he didn’t really think about traditional christmas things until he met Minji. Minji, however, was uncharacteristically quiet throughout the meal. She ate but did not speak.

“I’m surprised you’re not telling everyone about that secret santa incident you had like fivew years ago,” Yuna said, trying not to show her concern as well.

“Let me use the bathroom first,” Minji said, slowly heaving herself to her feet. “And I’ll tell you about what my older brother got me that year!”

“Now that’s a good story,” Jihoon replied.

A moment later, after Minji had gone down the small hall and into the bathroom, there was a scream.

“Minji?” Jihoon leapt to his feet at once and ran to the bathroom. Minjae saw that Yuna got up as well.

“JIHOON!” Minji cried out.

Minjae’s stomach dropped and she glanced over at Kyerin and Juyeon, who looked as confused and as worried as she did.

“Oh no,” Juyeon began. “Is the baby coming??”

Kyerin’s eyes snapped wide. “In the bathroom???”

“Do we need to call an ambulance?” Minjae asked as Yuna hurried to join Jihoon in the bathroom.

Minjae sat there, frozen. She pulled out her phone and waited- maybe it was nothing? The baby couldn’t come! Wasn’t it too early?

“She’s been pushing herself too hard,” Kyerin added, turning in her seat as Yuna emerged from the bathroom with her phone to her ear.

“Oh no,” Minjae covered her mouth.

“We need an ambulance for a pregnant woman, yes. Thirty five weeks along.” Yuna said in a hushed and calm voice.

Slowly, Jihoon was helping Minji from the bathroom. “Could one of you girls grab some towels?” Jihoon asked. Minji was quietly crying, one hand on her belly.

All at once, the three of them sprung up and hurried to their feet. Kyerin was the smallest and somehow the fastest, and grabbed the most amount of towels as Minjae grabbed a tissue box for Minji instead. Juyeon grabbed the towels from Kyerin and laid them on the couch and on Minji’s lap.

“Minji! It’s gonna be okay!” Juyeon urged. “Baekhyun isn’t coming yet! Stay in there Baekhyun!”

“Stay there Baekhyun!” Kyerin called out, looking out the window. “The ambulance is already here??”

Yuna sat next to Minji, stroking her hair. Minjae watched on from afar, fear filling her. Both Jihoon and Yuna seemed the calmest, comforting Minji as Kyerin and Juyeon urged Baekhyun to stay in his mother. Minjae hurried to the door when it rang, where a pair of paramedics stood with a stretcher.

It happened very quickly- Minji and Jihoon told the paramedics what happened and Minji was put on the stretcher. Jihoon was invited into the ambulance as the father.

“Yuna, will you meet up with us?” Minji asked, holding out her hand and taking Yuna’s.

“Of course. I’ll be there soon.” Yuna said with a small smile.

Minjae’s heart clenched and nodded along. They would all be there soon.

*

Yuna took a taxi to the hospital once the ambulance left. Minjae, Kyerin, and Juyeon stayed behind to clean up first, then they would join up with the others.

“Poor Minji,” Kyerin sighed as she placed the mashed potatoes into a plastic container. “I hope she and Baekhyun are doing okay.”

“Me too,” Juyeon replied. She looked a little paler than usual. “Do you think she’ll have the baby tonight?”

Minjae pursed her lips. “I don’t know.”

Minjae washed up the dishes and then dried them all up. Kyerin and Juyeon put away all of the food, barely speaking to each other. They were all too worried. Minjae had no idea what was going on- all she saw was blood on the towels. Even she knew that was bad news.

Once the apartment was clean, the three of them called a taxi and headed to the hospital. Yuna had sent Minjae a text about where they were in the hospital- the maternity ward, specifically. Minjae hated the smell of the hospital and the heavy air. At least Kyerin and Juyeon had each other to hold, Minjae wished she had Yuna to comfort her, too.

Since they weren’t family, Minjae, Kyerin, and Juyeon had to wait outside the ward. It felt like ages before Yuna joined them. Apparently ex girlfriends didn’t count as family to the nurses on staff.

“So? What’s going on?” Minjae asked, getting up to hug Yuna tightly.

Yuna sighed as she held Minjae, then pulled away. “So far, Minji and Baekhyun are fine.” Yuna explained with a small smile. “The doctor hasn’t seen her yet, but the nurses think she’s overexerted herself.”

“She won’t give birth tonight??” Juyeon asked.

“I don’t know.” Yuna replied.

Minjae grabbed Yuna’s hand. “So we just have to wait and see?”

“It might be best if we all go home for the night.” Yuna said. “At this time of night, they’re probably gonna keep her until morning.”

Kyerin and Juyeon exchanged glances. “I guess we can continue the christmas party when Minji goes home.” Kyerin said. They both stood up, hand in hand. “Keep us updated, alright?”

“Of course,” Yuna replied. “Goodnight, you two. Merry christmas.”

“Merry christmas,” Juyeon said as they headed down the sterile hallway and back to the elevators.

“Poor Minji. She’s been looking forward to this party for ages,” Minjae muttered once they were alone. They sat on the grey metal chairs, still holding hands.

“I’m sorry, Minjae.” Yuna began.

“Why are you sorry?” Minjae asked, a little confused.

Yuna smiled down at Minjae, squeezing her hand. “I ran off to the hospital with Minji. I did it without thinking about your feelings. About how it would look.”

“What? Don’t worry about that, Yuna! You were worried for your best friend! I understand!” Minjae said. “I don’t blame you one bit.”

“I . . . I realised that it might have looked like I still had feelings for her or something.”

“She’s our best friend. It’s natural.” Minjae replied. “I’m not jealous or worried about her and you.”

Yuna let out a breath. “‘I’m glad. You know, I pulled Minji’s name for the gift exchange.”

“Is that why you wanted to exchange gifts between us, too?” Minjae asked, a little surprised.

“Yeah . . .” Yuna blushed.

“I guess the gift exchange will have to wait.” Minjae said with a sigh.

Yuna agreed with a nod.

“Should we go back to the hotel room soon?” Minjae asked.

“Probably. I’ll go tell Minji, okay?” Yuna leaned in and kissed Minjae’s cheek. “I’ll be back.”

Minjae kissed Yuna’s cheek in turn, then watched as she walked through the glass sliding doors and into the maternity ward. Minjae never doubted Yuna’s love for her for a moment, especially not when Yuna was so considerate of her. Minjae stood up and waited for a few more moments, then took Yuna’s hand when she re-emerged.

“Let’s go get some supper and then some rest, hmm?” Yuna offered.

“Sounds good.” Minjae replied. “Is Minji okay in there?”

“The doctor had just arrived. I think she’ll be fine.” Yuna replied.

Minjae hoped so.

Notes:

Hi everyone!! I'm so sorry about last weekend. I explained briefly on my tumblr (link in bio) and in the notes of the latest chapter of Rose Dust (check it out!!!!) what happened. Small family emergency that happened so last minute, I had no time to pack, let alone post my weekly chapters.

Poor Minji- even the best laid plans can come to ruin. I love how useless this gang of lesbians is except for Yuna, who was quick enough to call for an ambulance.

I'm gonna try my best to get this done soon!!! I've been writing Cherry Gold and its sequels and side stories for a whole year (a year on Feb 1st!!!) and honestly the well is drying up. I need a long writing break or a change of cast of characters. I think the last thing I'll write for Cherry Gold is the year long retrospective, which I'll post on Tumblr.

Enjoy!!!

Notes:

Hi everyone!!!

I wasn't planning on writing this, in fact, I was in a bit of a writing slump. I'm trying to format and edit Rose Dust while working on something else that just wasn't going where I wanted it to go, and there I was, thinking that my nearly year long writing streak was coming to an end, and I would have to take a long writing break, but nope! I got some lovely comments from some readers and my brain cooked this up the other day. Of course, I'm uncharacteristically busy at christmas, so this will have to come out in parts. Hopefully, it'll be done before New Year's. It'll depend on if I get called into work or not haha.

Please enjoy and happy holidays if you celebrate! I don't like begging for comments, but it really helps the creative process haha.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 6 of Cherry Gold