Cloaks and daggers

I was asleep when I got the call, having gone to bed after receiving the daily video Jihoon sent me of him ravaging Haeun. The buzzing of my phone jolted me into half-awareness, the screen lighting up the dim room with its harsh glow. A video call. Haeun’s name. My heart gave a strange lurch—half relief, half dread—as I fumbled to answer.

When the call connected, I caught the glimpse of her leg as she dived back under the blanket, the phone having been propped up on the table opposite the bed. It was a familiar environment, the setting of so many of the videos he had sent me—a cold room, sparsely decorated, as though it was a showroom, not a home.

She was hidden entirely by the blanket, and I stared in muddled confusion as I blinked the last traces of sleep from my eyes. Slowly, it all came into focus.

The blankets rose and fell, slowly, rhythmically, and the sound of soft moans drifted out from beneath them. My mind raced to catch up.

“Joonie?” Haeun whispered, her words barely a breath. “Are you there? Can you see?”

She must have brought earphones with her under the blanket, still connected to her phone. The voice was so close it felt as if she was speaking directly into my ear. Her breathing was heavy, punctuated by faint gasps that sent shivers down my spine, but there was a **** control to her tone, an attempt at composure.

I nodded before realizing she couldn't see me, my throat suddenly dry. "Yes."

A long, slow moan followed, sending a pang of arousal through me. “He’s inside me right now,” she said softly, her voice trembling slightly. “But he don't want you to see. Just to listen."

A ruffle, her hand sliding down the sheets, the headphones still in her grasp. A wet squelch, then another, and another. I knew without having to see that she had brought me to her pussy, to the sound of his cock stretching her, slowly and sensually.

“Can you hear it?” she whispered, a faint tremor in her voice, bringing me back to her mouth.

"Yes." It was all I could manage, the heat rising in my body, my heart pounding against my chest. The phone was silent, save for the sounds of their lovemaking.

And it was lovemaking, not fucking. The slick sound of flesh against flesh, the soft sighs and moans of pleasure. The image of them entwined beneath the blanket filled my mind, the intimacy between them unmistakable, undeniable. A deep, possessive hunger stirred within me, a need that burned through my veins like wildfire. This was more than just a physical act; it was an emotional connection, a shared experience that went beyond words.

She brought the headphones back to her mouth, her breath hot against the mic. “I love him Joonie, and I want to prove it to him. In front of you. We talked about it...”

A low, guttural moan escaped her lips, interrupted only by a sharp gasp of air as she arched her back beneath the blanket, the mass of fabric rising in the camera.

"Are you watching, Joonie?" she gasped, her voice a breathless whisper.

“Always,” I whispered back, my own voice hoarse with need. "I'll never take my eyes off you."

Her breathing hitched, a soft whimper escaping her as she shifted under the blanket, her body moving in rhythm with his.

"Stop talking to him. You're mine now. Remember?," Jihoon's low growl emanated from beneath the covers.

“Yes, Jihoon,” she whispered. “I’m yours.”

The blanket rose again and again, cloaking their figures, hiding the passion of their love from me, but I could envision every movement—the way his hips flexed against hers, driving himself deep inside her with each powerful thrust.

She must have lost her grip on the headphone then, for it fell back onto the mattress, and all I could hear were soft, distant sounds of their lovemaking, faint murmurs and gasps escaping the cocoon they had created for themselves.

And so I sat there, in the silence of my room, my heart pounding, my body aching with desire, as the sound of Haeun’s pleasure filled the night around me, their private whispers echoing through my phone.

"How do I make you feel, Haeun?" Jihoon asked her, voice rough with passion. "Tell me..."

"Like I can only be yours. Like I will never feel anything like this again," she moaned softly, her words breathless between their kiss.

I could hear the sound of their lips meeting beneath the covers, a soft, wet noise of mouths and tongues entwined. The heat that had been building in my body suddenly reached a boiling point, an inferno that threatened to consume me whole. It was ****—a beautiful, maddening agony that sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't tear myself away from the sounds of their love; it pulled me in deeper and deeper into their world.

“Jihoon...I love you.” Haeun gasped, the blanket tightening around them as she arched her back once more. “I will never leave you, not when you make me feel so good.”

Another low growl, another surge of passion as he pressed against her, his body moving in time with hers. They were lost in each other now, their voices reduced to breathless gasps and whispered declarations of love.

The blanket rose and fell, outlining the curves of their bodies, hinting at the erotic dance they performed beneath it. The sound of skin on skin, the creaking of the bed as they moved together—it was an intoxicating symphony, and I was its captive audience.

"I love you too. I love you." His words were muffled by the fabric, by her cries of pleasure as he punctuated his declaration of love with sharp thrusts, the sheets jerking with each effort..

"Make me yours. Make me forget everyone else," she begged.

The wet squelch came again, louder, more urgent. Her gasping moans became higher pitched, rising with each thrust, a cadence of desire that echoed through the night. My own hand found my length, stroking it slowly, almost reverently, as I listened to them make love.

"You're mine...my girlfriend," he said firmly, his voice deep and possessive. "And I will never let you go."

"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried out, her words dissolving into a long, drawn-out moan of ecstasy.

The sound of their climax was a chorus of pleasure—a crescendo of passion that echoed through the phone speaker, filling my ears with its intoxicating melody. My own climax came in silence, an explosion of sensation that left me breathless and trembling.

As their cries of pleasure subsided, the room fell into a hushed stillness once more, broken only by the soft rustle of the sheets as they moved under the covers. My heart pounded against my chest as I listened, every nerve ending in my body alive with the lingering echoes of our shared ecstasy.

Haeun's soft voice whispered out from beneath the covers, her words laced with exhaustion and satisfaction. "Joonie?"

"I'm here," I said softly, my own voice hoarse.

She reached out and picked up the headphones, bringing them close to her mouth again. "Do you want me to give myself to him? So that the only way you can see me is through what he wants to send? All the while I am here for him, whenever he wishes. I will give myself entirely to him while I'm here."

I paused, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind racing with the implications of her words. It was a thought that both terrified and aroused me, the idea of surrendering her completely to another man, of allowing him to take her in whatever ways they desired, and leaving me on the outside, a helpless, non-spectator to their passion.

"Yes," I finally whispered, the word escaping from my lips before I could stop it.

He laughed, pulling the sheets away so that her face came back into view. She was red all over, flushed with pleasure. She was on top of him, his cock still buried inside her. He pulled out, a gush of cum following the head as it plopped onto his toned abdomen.

"Then we shall make this a game" Her eyes burned into mine. "A game of complete submission."