Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg-Chapter 221: Shame didn’t exist

Ha-eun’s rooftop bar was dressed in cheap tinsel and battery lights, half-assed Christmas spirit trying to shine through the cold night. The city was a glittering sprawl below, but nobody was looking out over the skyline. All eyes were on each other, and on the drinks that kept coming, and the little plate of melting desserts that nobody touched.

Joon-ho sat at the center, wedged between Mirae and Harin, feeling the heat rising off bare shoulders, thighs pressing too close. Ji-hye was perched on the armrest beside him, one knee tucked up, her hand never far from his. Su-bin, already flushed and lazy-eyed, topped off Soo-jin’s glass and grinned at her like she had a secret. Yura kept glancing at her phone, tired but stubbornly smiling, refusing to let the fatigue show.

It was almost midnight when Yura set her drink down, her hand trembling slightly as she touched Joon-ho’s wrist. "I need to rest," she said, soft but definite, her eyes finding Ha-eun’s. "Can you come with me?"

Ha-eun nodded, a quick squeeze of Yura’s arm as she rose. "Of course. You girls behave," she shot at the group, but her eyes lingered on Su-bin, a silent instruction passing between them. "Su-bin, watch them, okay? No burning the place down." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Su-bin raised her glass. "Promise nothing." She winked, and Yura rolled her eyes, smiling as she slipped her hand into Ha-eun’s and let herself be led away, vanishing down the stairs to the warm hush of the apartment below.

The mood shifted instantly, like a pressure valve releasing. Mirae stretched out, her skirt riding up, and threw an arm across Joon-ho’s shoulder. "Finally. Now we can have some fun."

Harin leaned in from the other side, her lips almost brushing his ear. "You didn’t even get us presents, oppa. What are you going to do to make up for that?"

Ji-hye let her head drop to his lap, her hand sliding over his thigh, nails dragging just enough to make him twitch. "He’s the present," she smirked. "We just have to unwrap him."

Soo-jin laughed, a little too loudly, but the sound broke and caught as she looked at how close everyone suddenly was. She glanced at her drink, then at Su-bin, uncertain. "Should I—do you want another?"

Su-bin tipped the bottle, filled her glass to the brim. "Just drink with me," she purred, brushing Soo-jin’s hand with her own. "Let the wild ones do their thing."

Joon-ho tried to speak, but Mirae’s mouth was already on his, sticky with sweet wine, her tongue slipping between his lips. Harin’s fingers slid beneath his shirt, nails scraping his stomach, making his abs clench. Ji-hye’s lips traced the line of his jaw, her hair falling in a silk curtain against his cheek.

Mirae broke the kiss, grinning, her lipstick smeared. "He’s already hard," she announced, groping him through his pants, and Harin laughed, slipping her hand in as well.

"You girls are insane," Soo-jin muttered, eyes wide as she watched, frozen in place. The sight of Joon-ho, half-lost under grabbing hands, the air thick with heat and perfume and the rough sound of breathing—she couldn’t look away.

"Don’t be shy," Su-bin whispered in her ear, sliding closer. "You look lonely."

Soo-jin tried to joke, but her voice cracked. "I’m just the extra. The spare wheel."

"You’re not spare with me," Su-bin said, lips grazing her ear, fingers drawing idle circles on Soo-jin’s bare knee. "Come with me. Let them be messy."

Soo-jin hesitated, her eyes tracking the scene: Mirae yanking open Joon-ho’s belt, Harin’s hand diving into his boxers, Ji-hye’s mouth at his neck, all three girls giggling and panting and tearing at his clothes. Joon-ho groaned as his cock sprang free, thick and flushed, Mirae’s hand wrapping around it, Harin’s fingers stroking his balls.

"Oh, fuck," Soo-jin breathed, mouth falling open. The girls were acting like animals, wild and greedy and shameless, as if they’d waited all year for this moment.

Su-bin slid her arm around Soo-jin’s waist, her touch bold, guiding. "Come on, let’s leave them to it. I want you all to myself tonight." Her tone was playful, but her eyes were hungry.

Soo-jin nodded, suddenly too aware of the ache in her chest and the heat curling between her thighs. "Okay," she whispered, letting Su-bin pull her up. Su-bin grinned, kissed her cheek—slow, lingering, possessive—and steered her toward the back room, away from the chaos.

As the door clicked shut behind them, the others barely noticed. Mirae had gotten Joon-ho’s pants off, tossing them to the floor. She and Harin knelt in front of him, Ji-hye pressing in close, all three with flushed faces and slick, parted lips.

Harin licked her palm and stroked Joon-ho’s cock, her eyes wicked, daring. "So big. Maybe we’ll just keep him up here all night."

Mirae shot her a look, possessive, then leaned in and licked a stripe up his shaft, slow and wet, making him shudder. Ji-hye nudged Mirae aside, her tongue swirling around the head, sucking, making loud, filthy noises on purpose.

"Don’t hog him," Harin scolded, but her smile was wild. She pushed Mirae’s head down, guiding her to suck alongside Ji-hye, both mouths fighting for space. Their cheeks pressed together, tongues swirling, spit dripping down his shaft.

Joon-ho groaned, helpless under the onslaught. His fingers tangled in their hair, hips jerking as they fought to take him deeper. Harin kissed his thigh, licking the salt from his skin, before pushing in between the other two, lips wrapping around his balls, sucking hard.

The air was hot and thick with sweat and perfume. Mirae and Ji-hye’s mouths met, their tongues sliding against each other as they both tried to take the head of his cock at once, lips messy and glistening with spit and pre-cum. Harin worked lower, licking and sucking, her fingers stroking Joon-ho’s shaft, egging the others on.

Mirae glanced up, eyes wild. "He’s close. I can feel him."

Ji-hye’s answer was a filthy moan, mouth stretched wide as she bobbed up and down, drool pooling on her chin. Harin reached up, pulling Mirae into a deep kiss, their mouths tangling over Joon-ho’s cock, sharing his taste, neither willing to back down.

Joon-ho’s breath came faster, his hips stuttering as he tried to hold back, but the sensation was overwhelming—three mouths, three greedy tongues, hands everywhere, heat and pressure building until he was teetering on the edge.

"Fuck—girls, I’m gonna—" His warning barely escaped his lips before his cock pulsed, thick streams of cum spilling into Harin’s eager mouth. She swallowed hungrily, never missing a drop, while Mirae and Ji-hye gasped, shocked and annoyed.

"Hey! Share, you greedy bitch!" Ji-hye snapped, licking her lips, eyes narrowed as Harin grinned, a smear of cum at the corner of her mouth.

Mirae grabbed Harin’s face, yanking her in for a kiss, stealing the taste from her tongue. Ji-hye joined, their mouths meeting in a mess of spit and semen, three-way kiss sloppy and raw as they clawed at each other, desperate for more.

Joon-ho collapsed back against the couch, head spinning, body shaking. The girls didn’t give him a second to recover—already, Mirae was climbing into his lap, skirt bunched around her waist, Harin and Ji-hye fighting to strip off their panties, breasts spilling out of their dresses, nipples hard and aching for attention.

Behind the closed door, Su-bin had pressed Soo-jin against the wall, mouth hot and insistent, hands roaming. Soo-jin whimpered, caught between shame and arousal, her heart hammering as Su-bin’s lips found her neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark.

"You don’t have to watch them if you don’t want to," Su-bin murmured, her breath hot. "Let’s make our own fun."

Soo-jin melted into the kiss, clutching at Su-bin’s shoulders, the ache in her chest soothed by the hungry way Su-bin’s hands explored her body. For once, she let herself stop caring about everyone else.

Out on the rooftop, the party had fully broken open, the girls wild and flushed and greedy. Mirae straddled Joon-ho, grinding her slick pussy on his cock, hands pressed to his chest as she rode him rough, head thrown back, tits bouncing in the stuttering Christmas light. Harin knelt behind, fingers tangled in Mirae’s hair, pulling her back for a filthy kiss, while Ji-hye pressed close from the side, lips hot on Joon-ho’s neck, hand stroking his balls, her other teasing Mirae’s clit until Mirae sobbed and jerked on his lap.

It was pure chaos—limbs tangled, panties flung onto the bar counter, empty glasses knocked over, their laughter breaking into guttural moans. The rooftop was littered with their clothes and the sharp scent of sex, all three girls clawing for more, for every inch of Joon-ho, for every scrap of pleasure and filthy sisterhood.

But as Mirae’s body shook on top of him, Harin yanked her off, flipping her to the side, breathless and grinning. "Enough hogging him," she snapped, voice hoarse and hungry. "We’re doing this right. All of us."

Ji-hye’s eyes gleamed, wild with want as she crawled into Joon-ho’s lap, kissing Mirae hard—tongues sliding together, spit and cum shared. "Next round, nobody gets left out," she growled, pulling Harin into the mess, three bodies pressed tight to Joon-ho, cocksure and insatiable.

Harin ripped open a fresh condom and slapped it into Joon-ho’s hand, her mouth brushing his ear, voice dripping with promise. "Get ready. We’re not stopping till we’ve fucked you every way we want. Foursome, all in, right here, right now."

Ji-hye giggled darkly, crawling between Mirae’s legs, licking a slick path up her thigh while Mirae pulled Harin in for another savage kiss. Joon-ho’s cock throbbed, harder than ever, the three women boxing him in, hands, mouths, tongues everywhere, feeding on each other’s heat, plotting the dirtiest, wildest night of their lives.

Clothes were nothing. Shame didn’t exist. Out in the city, Christmas was just a date. Up here, the only thing that mattered was how many times they could make each other scream—and who’d be left begging for more.

By the time the clock struck midnight, all four of them were tangled on the floor, breathless, slick, desperate, bodies overlapping, hands never still.

The real party was just about to start.