Disable the perception filter.

It was hard to say which path was more moderate, both would be tough steps.

But at least this way, she wouldn’t be making physical contact with dick.

“That’s fair.” Ya stood up, letting her wife lean up against a support pillar. It wouldn’t measure up against her, but it would serve well enough while she got to work, cracking her neck and stretching out. “Sora, I assume you have no objections?”

What, to you sucking my dick? Are you kidding?

“None.”

“Awesome. And hey, this way, I can pay you back properly for just now. You got knocked around for our sake, purely because you wanted to make sure my wife was okay. Don’t think we didn’t notice. Very manly.”

Sora tried to object, to insist that was just him being a dumb-dumb, but certain parts of a man’s brain stopped working when a gorgeous woman dropped to her knees before him. That energy and blood was being diverted elsewhere, to something far more critical.

He was a little worried he’d have trouble performing, especially with Hyun-ji’s anxious stare drilling a hole through his black skirt.

Uh, nope! Everything was working just fine down there.

“Better take a seat. Hyun-ji, baby, could you hold stuff for him…?” It turned pretty quickly into Sora leaning against a pair of the softest pillows he’d ever felt in his life. Luckily, this much wasn’t too much for Hyun-ji; they’d hugged and even snuggled close before as part of their long, deep friendship. It had never been in this context, but the body heat, the soft embrace, feeling her long, smooth white hair against him, well.

There was no way to call it anything but profoundly comfortable.

Both of them were too wrecked to stand, but that was fine. For this, all Sora had to do was brace himself, get obscenely hard, hitch up his skirt, and let Ya Liao work.

“She wasn’t kidding about your size,” Hyun-ji breathlessly gasped, unable or unwilling to look away from Sora’s freshly-revealed, towering erection.

Both these girls knew how to make a man feel special; Hyun-ji with her primal awe of his dick, and Ya with nothing but hands and mouth. Her touches were confident, as she wrapped a strong hand around Sora’s pulsing shaft, and slid up and down. Causing sensational friction, that made him bite his lip, and snuggle closer into Hyun-ji.

Who had to admit, if only to herself, she found this behavior adorable. She held him around the waist. “I’m certain that my wife knows how to use her mouth on women,” The lesbian idol giggled, her voice soft from fatigue, delirium from pain medicine, and playful seduction alike. “Yet, how does she do with men…?”

“F-Fantastic…” The kitsune moaned, as Ya took him into her mouth in one go.

What she lacked for in subtlety or patience, she made up for with sheer intensity; immediately, Sora was overcome. He had to fight the urge to cum right away. Even when time was of the essence, and even though this was for a cure, he wanted to enjoy at least a few moments of blissful, experienced cocksucking.

Perhaps that was a touch selfish.

It seemed to annoy the devil worshiping his dick, and cause her to intensify sucking pressure. Lewd, wet suckling noises filled the dressing room, alongside Sora’s breathy moans.

“Ya, c-calm down. If y-you’re that forceful, then I’m gonna go mad…”

“Good,” She hum-talked directly into his dick, mouth around it a sweet cocoon of moist warmth and suction. “Hurry up and cum, doofus.”

“Agreed.” Hyun-ji was in a great position to whisper sweet nothings into his ear. In her woozy, addled state, some of the boundaries she put up were already falling apart. “That’s the idea. Please, sir~ I need it so badly, and you’re the only one who can provide~ Cum for me~ Cum in my wife’s mouth, but cum for me~ I promise I'll drink it all.”

He was being wrung out so roughly, yet the sheer feeling of breaking taboos, of some profound violation, of Hyun-ji’s sultry voice, brought Sora over the edge, and he came just as she so sweetly begged for.

He came so much, so fast. Ya was sprayed with white all across gorgeous charcoal-dark skin.

She had a hard time remembering that she couldn’t just swallow it all; not only could she not handle it, she had better uses for that cum. She didn’t even take notice of the sheer mess this time; with bulging cheeks and leaky lips, she was directly savoring the taste of her first man since getting married.

Before pulling Hyun-ji into a true lover’s embrace, and forcefully tilting her head back for a blazing-hot kiss.

Ya was such a skilled kisser, it took Hyun-ji a few moments of blissful loving to recognize that her mouth was being absolutely filled with a man’s seed. A taste both foreign, and profoundly disgusting to this hardcore lesbian.

Her eyes widened, she was taken aback, and she physically withdrew… or tried to. Ya held her tight, and made sure she had no escape from this treatment. In the messy struggle, life-giving cum drizzled out of their mouths, rolling down cheeks and dripping in long-stretched strings.

Hyun-ji had no escape into pleasurable fantasy, and the noises she made were ones of gagging, yet she **** it down. Taking a man’s seed from her wife’s affectionate, rough kissing, and gulping it. Drinking what she’d just watched being milked out, finally accepting she had ****.

**** but to become as acquainted with Sora’s flavor, as Ya herself now was.

She wanted to keep her incredible, record-breaking career going. Not even just for the money, although they were both raking it in. This job defined her identity, gave her purpose, recognition… On a deeper level, it was being imprinted on this busty angel that her very life was now tied to taking on his loads.

It was terribly messy, getting all over that fine black lacy lolita dress as well as her own angelic getup, the fashionable idol clothing meant to be seen by the world instead soaking through with a kitsune’s dense cum.

Most importantly, Hyun-ji managed to drink, even while knowing its taste.

“I’m proud of you, baby,” Ya purred, holding Hyun-ji tight. “So proud of you for taking your medicine like a good girl.” She glanced over with a catlike grin to the gasping, red-faced Sora, who didn’t look any better for the huge, autumn-shattering orgasm he’d just endured. “And you. Thanks for being there when we needed you most.”

“Yes…” Hyun-ji was still sputtering, trying to catch a breath that wasn’t full of either Ya’s tongue, or Sora’s cum, but she reached out weakly to stroke the kitsune’s highly-sensitive, cute fluffy ears, immediately melting him into a sticky three-way embrace. “Thank you, Sora. That wasn’t… the best experience I’ve ever had, but it beats… the alternative. This is what we all chose, isn’t it?”

“Right,” Sora purred. “God, that was hot. Like, you two… oh man. Sorry, but oh man.”

“Don’t get too used to the sight of that,” Ya said. “And don’t be sorry. Because we’re gonna make this a regular thing. And one day soon, my darling little angel, you’re gonna be the one milking out these huge loads.” She reached down to cup Sora's weighty balls in appreciation of their service... and anticipation of what was to come.

“Baby… steps…” Hyun-ji sighed, already feeling new energy coursing through her veins. She moved her arms and legs, stood up, twirled about with her usual grace, wings beating. “It’s amazing… when I drink your cum, Sora, it’s like I’m given my life back.”

Going to hell, and corrupting a pair of married idols, had never felt so good.

So good, Sora had a hard time, um, relaxing.

Ya was happy to use her hands to wring out two more huge loads, before finally the manager broke it up, face red from the dense smell of man and sex that had conquered this formerly sacred space, and got her girls cleaned up.

Had to go out, face the swarm of locusts, and show them Hyun-ji was just fine.