Chapter 2 — Dangerous Imagination - Part 1 (2)

I stumbled out of the bar leaning on Thomas Kim. Then, as if shrugging off a burden, he shoved me toward my friend and told them to take care of me, saying he had something to discuss with Grace tonight.

"Isn't it way too obvious what you're doing?"

I felt a twisted curiosity—how far would she go with me right there? Annoyed and spiteful, I played dumb."Fuck… you don't even know where I live… Only Thomas Kim knows my place… Thomas Kim's coming with me..." I quickly climbed into Thomas Kim's car, leaving behind their stunned faces.

I could see Thomas Kim's panic, Grace Lee's hesitation. With no choice left, Thomas Kim seated me in the back, put Grace Lee in front, and took the wheel.

They thought I was completely passed out—drunk beyond awareness. Unseen, I watched through half-closed eyes as their conversation grew warmer, more intimate. Thomas Kim's hand kept wandering, stroking Grace Lee's bare thigh beneath her short skirt.

"Your legs are so damn soft…"

"People walking by are staring… What if a bus passes by? What'll we do then?"

"Why would a bus even be out at this hour?"

"Good point… Do you know where Thomas Kim lives?"

"I don't know the building or room number…"

"Huh? Then what are you planning?"

"We'll just grab any motel around the neighborhood…"

"You're insane!"

"Isn't it exciting? Hahaha… Imagine fucking you right in front of your boyfriend—wouldn't that turn you on? Hahaha…"

"You're crazy… Let me out!"

"Not happening. Heh heh…"

The car slowed to a stop—probably the motel they'd picked. Thomas Kim got out to help me, but as soon as Grace Lee stepped out, he rushed to her, pinned her against the car, and slid his hand under her skirt.

With practiced ease, he yanked her panties halfway down, gripped her ass, and started caressing her through the fabric.

"What are you doing here…?"

"So what? I just want a little taste… Heh heh…"

I burned with rage—Thomas Kim was bad enough, but the thought that she'd sleep with him if I weren't here twisted inside me. And yet, watching it all, I felt a quiet thrill. I saw my own hypocrisy, the duality of hating this and craving it at the same time.

This was no longer just fantasy. It was real. But instead of stopping it, I stayed still. I was enjoying it. I was losing my mind—completely, irrevocably.

He groped her ass until it was flushed, then turned her around, unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock, and slowly slipped it into her pussy.

"Ahh…"

"You're turned on too, aren't you? Heh heh… Look at this wetness…"

Maybe because we were outside, they didn't go all the way—just slow, teasing thrusts. Grace Lee, breathing heavily, broke the silence first."Let's go upstairs… This is too much…"

Thomas Kim dragged me inside, laid me on the bed, then immediately dove into a fierce kiss with Grace Lee. They tore at each other's clothes, layer after layer. Why the rush? If I were normal, I'd sit up and yell at them. But I couldn't. I didn't want to face them. I didn't want to face myself. And yet, I was watching—secretly, shamelessly enjoying every second.

At some point, Thomas Kim had stripped Grace Lee down to her underwear. Now he lifted her effortlessly and placed her beside me on the bed.

"Are you sure David Park won't wake up?"

"I already told you—he passes out so hard when he drinks, you could beat him and he wouldn't wake up."

"I still feel uneasy…"

"What's there to be uneasy about? Besides… fucking your boyfriend right beside him? It's driving me crazy…"

"……"

Then he crushed his mouth against hers.

A soft moan slipped from Grace Lee's lips. Thomas Kim's hands slid down to her chest, gently pulling down the left strap of her pink bra.

When her bra came off, her full, round breasts spilled out—breasts I'd never seen properly before, now being devoured by him.

"Damn… these are killer…" He sucked greedily, mercilessly.

Grace Lee gasped softly. Thomas Kim bit her nipples, then licked them like a baby—gentle, then rough.

Grace Lee was sinking deeper into arousal, overwhelmed by his skill. His lips and tongue trailed down from her breasts to her stomach, then reached the mound above her panties, stroking it softly.

"Your body's killing me… seriously… Heh heh…"

Grace Lee, obediently, lifted her hips slightly—making it easier for him to pull her panties off. In an instant, they were gone. Her body was now completely naked. Thomas Kim grabbed a handful of her pubic hair and began stroking her inner thighs.

"Ahh…"

A soft cry escaped her.

After teasing her legs, Thomas Kim moved back up and licked her pussy with his tongue. Grace Lee moaned again. Then Thomas Kim thrust his cock inside and started fucking her hard.

"Hey… let's switch… I'll get on top. Lie down…"

"Heh heh… Fine…"

Grace Lee lifted her swaying breasts and climbed onto Thomas Kim, pressing her lips to his chest, then moving lower.

Just like Thomas Kim had done to her, she started sucking from his nipples downward, until she reached his cock.

She took the tip into her mouth, then grabbed his balls and began sucking him fiercely—wildly, hungrily. It was maddening.

Thomas Kim groaned. Grace Lee bobbed her head, taking his entire length into her mouth, moving back and forth.

Her face bobbed up and down in front of his cock.

Then she pulled off. His cock glistened with her saliva. Suddenly, she leaned over and kissed my cheek—softly, lightly—and whispered,"David Park… I'm sorry…" Not to apologize—no. To twist the knife.

She reached for Thomas Kim's hardened cock again, gripped it, lifted her hips slightly, and slowly lowered herself onto him.

"Ahh…"

"Fuck… I can't take it…"

Thomas Kim's cock disappeared completely inside her.

The bed creaked beneath them. Grace Lee rode him fiercely, up and down, her body bouncing. Watching them, I felt a strange thrill surge through me—and realized I'd already come in my pants. Shit…

The room filled with their hot, panting breaths. It was thick, suffocating, charged with heat.

"Grace Lee… I'm gonna come…"

"Mm… okay…"

Grace Lee let out a long breath, then slowly pulled Thomas Kim's cock out of her pussy.

"Turn over…"

"Okay…"

She flipped onto her stomach. Thomas Kim stood over her, aiming his cock at her face, and came—hard. Rope after rope splattered across her cheeks, her lips, her neck.

Grace Lee flicked her tongue out, catching the cum, swallowing it all. But Thomas Kim wasn't satisfied. He pressed his cock against her lips, forcing her to take the last drops into her mouth.

Ahh…