Game Rules

We were gathered before the camera, the three of us, our faces illuminated by the soft glow of our screens. Haeun was nestled close to Jihoon, their bodies intertwined in a lover's embrace. I stood awkwardly before my own camera, an outsider in their intimate moment. My heart raced, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation coursing through my veins.

Haeun's voice was low and seductive, her lips curling into a playful smile as she leaned against Jihoon's chest. "Let me explain the rules." She purred.

"There is four weeks before the so-called "golden week", where we get to go home for four days. Until then, I will not be able to contact or talk to Minjae directly, or vice versa. However, everything Jihoon and I do together must be under video, and sent to Minjae should he request it."

She paused, clapping her hands for dramatic effect.

"If Minjae can resist ejaculating until the four weeks is up, I go home alone, and we can spend it however we want to. Jihoon will not be able to object, or ask that I stay in contact."

I could see Jihoon grimace, but she was quick to silence him, placing an index finger against his lips.

"However," Haeun continued, addressing me, her voice growing softer, more sensual. "If you come, if you give in and release yourself to the thought of us, then I will bring Jihoon home, where he can do whatever he pleases, including denying you from fucking me the entire time."

Jihoon's eyes widened, confirming she had not discussed this with him beforehand.

A shiver ran down my spine at her words, their full weight slowly dawning on me. I knew the game was stacked against me, the odds impossible to overcome. Every night, every moment, they would be together, and I would be alone with nothing but videos of their love-making, their desire. It was unfair, cruel even, but I knew deep down it was a challenge she had designed with me in her mind.

Haeun leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she reached out to adjust her phone camera, making sure she could see very emotion playing out on my face. "So, Joonie, what's it going to be? Can you hold out for four weeks, or will you have to watch him take me before your own eyes?"

My throat felt dry, my palms slick with nervous sweat as I considered the game, the implications of her challenge weighing heavy on my shoulders. I knew my resolve was weak, my will power fragile in the face of such a test. But I also knew I couldn't let this chance slip away. If I could endure, it would be a small price to pay for an entire week with her, a brief oasis of bliss amidst the storm.

I nodded slowly, meeting her gaze through the phone screen, determination burning in my eyes. "I'll do it."

Jihoon nodded too, adding his affirmation to the game.

"Perfect," she cooed, a wicked grin spreading across her lips, "Now, this game is based on trust, and I trust you will tell us if you did come at any time."

She turned and pecked Jihoon on the lips. "Now, let's put that to the test, shall we?"

I watched, my pulse quickening as Haeun pressed her lips against his, her body molding to his in an intimate embrace. Their kiss was deep and passionate, their tongues entwining as they explored each other's mouths with fervent desire.

Haeun's hands moved to his chest, her fingers splayed across the hard planes of his muscles. She broke from their kiss momentarily, her eyes half-lidded and heavy with lust, glancing up at me through the phone screen with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Are you watching, Joonie? Are you ready to see how he fucks you while you can't relieve yourself?"

My body responded instinctively, a surge of desire coursing through me as I nodded. "Yes," I whispered hoarsely, unable to tear my gaze away from the sight before me.

She sank to her knees, her fingers grasping at his cock, now fully erect and throbbing with need. Her tongue darted out, flicking over its swollen head, teasing him mercilessly before taking him fully into her mouth. The heat and wetness of her mouth enveloped him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked and slurped, her pace increasing with each passing second. He moaned, his hips bucking forward, thrusting himself into her. Her eyes closed, lost in her task, as if she wanted to consume every inch of him.

My hands were clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms as I resisted the urge to touch myself. The sounds alone—wet slurps and sucking noises mixed with their mutual moaning and heavy breathing—were enough to drive me wild with desire. My own cock was painfully hard, straining against my shorts, begging for release. But I couldn't give in. I wouldn't. Not yet. I had to endure this sweet **** for another four weeks, to hold out for a chance to be with Haeun again.

She disappeared from view now, leaving me and Jihoon making awkward eye contact through our screens, the sounds of her mouth on him still so loud and present. She was so loud when she sucked dick, it sounded like someone slurping soup. The lewd sounds of wetness continued as she slobbered all over his shaft, before he pushed her head down onto his length. She gagged loudly when he hit the back of her throat, **** her momentarily. When she came back up, tears streaking down the side of her face, she grinned at him, with me forgotten by the side.

"Fuck my mouth, baby." she moaned. "I want to **** on you."

She went down again, and I could only see his fist gripping her hair as he fucked himself deep into her mouth. The sounds were even louder this time—obscene squelching and smacking of flesh against flesh filling the air. She coughed and sputtered, her hands reaching up, gripping his thighs for support as she took his full length. But despite the discomfort, she did no resist, moaning around his cock like a professional whore.

"Fuck!" he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as she deepthroated him again and again, and I could only imagine the view he was getting - her lips stretched wide, her eyes fluttering as her body struggled for oxygen, the obscene bulge of his shaft visible at her neck.

But I could only see his abs, his muscles straining as he fucked her mouth off screen, the veins on his stomach tensing with every movement.

My own cock was throbbing painfully now, **** for attention, begging for release. The temptation to touch myself, to give in to the unbearable pressure building within me, was almost overwhelming. But I couldn't. Not yet. I had to endure this sweet **** for another four weeks, to hold out for a chance to be with Haeun again.

He let out a deep groan, her mouth coming free of him with a loud, wet pop. She gasped for air, coughing and sputtering. He pulled her back up, pressing his lips against hers in a fierce, passionate kiss before pulling away, their breaths mingling as they shared a heated glance.

"I want you inside me," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing and my pounding heartbeat. He spun her around, so that she faced me, bending her towards the camera. Her eyes locked with mine through the screen, dark and lustful, and I knew what was coming next.

He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, teasing her for a moment before pushing forward, sinking into her wet, waiting warmth. She cried out, arching her back as he filled her, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. I could see the muscles in her thighs tense and flex as she adjusted to his size, her body welcoming him as if they were made for each other. And as he began to move within her, his hips snapping forward with a primal urgency, her cries became louder, more ****, urging him on. "Yes, yes, fuck me harder! Fuck me so that he can't!"

His thrusts were relentless, driving into her with a ferocity that bordered on brutality, the sound of their bodies crashing together reverberating through the room. She moaned and whimpered, her hands clawing at her face as she lost herself to the sensation of his cock pounding inside her, filling her to the hilt with each deep, powerful stroke.

As their bodies collided again and again, I watched helplessly, my cock straining, throbbing with a **** need for release. But I resisted - I held fast against the urge to touch myself, knowing that I must endure the torment of this voyeuristic pleasure for four weeks. My breath came in ragged gasps as I watched them fuck, my heart pounding wildly in my chest as I witnessed their raw, animalistic passion unfold before my eyes.

With each passing moment, their bodies grew slick with sweat, their skin gleaming in the dim light of the bedroom, a testament to the intense physicality of their coupling. The sounds of their labored breathing and harsh grunts filled the air, mingling with the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies moving together in a primal dance of lust. And then, as their tempo reached a fever pitch, she cried out his name, her body arching as she came, her inner walls clenching around him like a vice, pulling him deeper into her. He followed soon after, his muscles tensing as he buried himself to the hilt inside her, releasing his seed deep within her core.

As they stood there panting, their bodies spent and glistening with sweat, she turned her head towards me once more, her gaze burning with a mixture of passion, love and satisfaction. "So," she whispered, her voice hoarse and ragged. "You survived today. Only 27 more to go, Joonie."