Haeun's riposte

It's not like she hadn't expected it. The moment she'd agreed to bring Mina along with her for the weekend, Haeun had known there was no avoiding this particular scenario. And when she had left for the bedroom with Jihoon, leaving him alone with the blonde seductress, she knew it was just a matter of time before Mina would get what she wanted. It didn't matter how much her boyfriend might resist initially—if Haeun had learned anything about the girl since their first day as trainees, it was that she always got her way eventually.

Even when Jihoon had thrown her on his bed, claimed her from behind as she bent over, face squished into the pillow she and Minjae had shared, her mind was still on what was happening between them outside. And if she was being observant, Jihoon had noticed too—the subtle shifting of her focus every so often; her gaze flickering to the door as if hoping it might swing open at any moment, the lack of response even as he drove himself into her, over and over.

When it finally did—when she emerged from the bedroom, Jihoon trailing close behind, his cum still dripping from inside her—all her worst fears were confirmed: there he was standing half naked with Mina eyeing him like some sort of wild animal ready to devour its prey whole.

Haeun’s heart twisted painfully, a bitter heat rising in her chest. Jealousy was an emotion she had tried to suppress from the moment they had left the dorms as a trio, one she had **** herself to swallow for the sake of Minjae. Yet now, it reared its ugly head, raw and unwieldy. She was surprised at its strength, surprised at how much it stung to see Minjae so easily drawn into Mina’s orbit.

And then, like a cruel mirror, her thoughts turned inward. How many times had Minjae seen her like this? How often had MC watched her drift just out of reach, tethered to another man, with no explanation but the silent expectation of his understanding? A pang of guilt joined the jealousy, winding together into a tight knot in her stomach.

Haeun’s eyes darted to Minjae’s face, and she saw something that caught her off guard. He wasn’t enjoying this as much as she feared. His expression, though soft, carried a hint of discomfort, a slight downward tug at the corners of his mouth. When their eyes met briefly, his look was almost apologetic, like a puppy caught doing something he knew was wrong. That should have soothed her, she thought. It should have reassured her to know he wasn’t being completely taken in by Mina’s charms.

But it didn’t.

What bothered her more than anything was the sheer audacity of Mina. The way her friend had claimed her Joonie's body, his attention, as if Haeun didn't matter. As if Minjae’s loyalty, his quiet devotion, were meaningless in the face of her own seductive charm and dazzling confidence. A surge of possessiveness rose within Haeun, unexpected and ferocious.

"It’s on, bitch," Haeun thought, her lips curving into the faintest smile. She squared her shoulders, her resolve firming, and marched forward with a determination she didn't know she possessed.

Mina's laugh broke through the tension as she watched Haeun approach. Her eyes were bright with mischief, but there was something else there too—challenge, perhaps?

"Getting jealous, huh?" she teased. "You're cute when you're mad. You should have seen your face when you walked in! Looked like a dog that just had its favorite toy taken away!" She laughed again, but there was an edge to her voice that hadn't been there before. A note of defiance that set Haeun’s teeth on edge.

Haeun did not reply, pushing past her, her hands finding Minjae's chest. With a shove, she sent him sprawling onto the sofa, his eyes wide with surprise. Without hesitation, Haeun pulled off her shorts and straddled him upside down, her drenched and dripping pussy positioned just above his face. She could feel his breath, coming in hot gasps as he took in the sight - her used cunt, slick with another man's cum, hovering just inches away from him. She could feel his desperation to sit up, to push his mouth onto her, to clean and pleasure her at the same time. But he wouldn't dare, not without her permission. Its master had returned, and the puppy dare not play.

"You think you can steal Joonie from me?" she sneered at Mina in her mind. "You think you really understand what he wants?"