3:00 a.m.
"Yes, Rain harder!" The moans echoed from one of the apartment rooms, piercing the stillness of the night.
Inside, a woman, likely in her 30s, was pinned against the wall, one leg lifted high, her body arched with tension. She was being taken hard by a lean, muscular young man, barely nineteen, his hips driving into her with relentless force.
She cried out louder, voice thick with desperation and pleasure.
"Yes, Rain! Harder!Shape my pussy to your accommodation!"
Smash. Clap.
The sounds of skin meeting skin echoed through the dimly lit room.
One of the women—a girl likely in her early twenties, had already slumped to the floor, her body trembling. Her arousal, mixed with Rain's, dripped onto the floor beneath her, forming a slick mess of aftermath. She mouthed, barely audible through her ragged breathing,"Wh… For how long are you going to keep going, Mae…?"
Her voice was sluggish, worn, completely spent.
Mae, still pinned to the wall, one leg lifted and trembling, turned her head slightly, panting, her voice cracking as she responded:"You—You've had your fill. While I was away on that business trip…" Her voice hitched mid-sentence, overcome by a moan as Rain slammed harder into her.
"I couldn't… I couldn't believe how I held out without this…" Another breathless cry escaped her lips.
She threw her head back, gesturing frantically to the slick, abused opening between her legs—"Even my pussy… even this ached every single day, losing its shape… the shape of—" She cut off with a gasp, her hands reaching out, caressing Rain's face as he continued to drive into her without mercy.
Rain pushed harder. He could still see it—Mae clinging to consciousness. And for Rain, that wasn't good business.
His patrons? They weren't supposed to think while he was inside them. If they could still hold onto their thoughts, then he'd risk them forgetting how his cock felt like. And if they forgot that... It won't be good for business.
"Don't talk," Rain muttered, voice cold and final, as he pulled back.
Mae gasped, "Why—" but before she could finish, he thrust forward again—Not into the place her body had grown used to. Not where she expected.
No, this time, it was somewhere else. Somewhere tighter. Unprepared.
Her asshole.
Mae screamed, the shock and sudden invasion tearing through her in a wave of sound."Kyaaa—!"
Clap! Schlk! The brutal rhythm echoed off the walls, sharp and obscene.
Rain didn't slow. He pushed harder, deeper.
Mae, a proud corporate woman reduced to trembling moans, could no longer hold herself up. She slumped forward, her face pressing into the wall for support, her cheek smeared against the cool surface.
Rain had her, one leg thrown up onto his shoulder, her body stretched, trembling, utterly overwhelmed.
She nearly collapsed from the sudden, relentless rhythm, her body buckling under the assault.
But Rain wasn't done.
He turned her around with a swift motion, and as she stumbled, he dropped low, sliding his arms beneath her thighs. With a grunt, he hoisted her up, his forearms and biceps flexing tight with strain, lifting her into his grip with practiced ease.
Now held mid-air, her back arched against him as he took her from behind, suspended in his arms. Her senses shattered completely, mind blank, body lost, everything consumed by the brutal rhythm and the unrelenting heat flooding through her.
Rain smirked, playing with her like a toy. Rag-dolling a 30-something corporate woman—high-paid, high-powered, and yet paying him for every encounter like this? It was all welcome. All too inviting.
He pushed in harder. The tip of his cock slammed deeper, forcing her asshole to stretch wide, molding itself around his size.
With each pull and savage thrust, her hole was shaped to fit him, redefining it. Her limbs gave out, turning limp in his grasp, her body nothing more than weight slumped hard against his chest.
Still, he kept going—relentless, brutal. And her body could do nothing but take it.
Rain's arousal, mixed with the lingering slickness already inside her, coated his dick, making it easy for him to glide in and out, wet and smooth, each motion drawing a gasp.
He smirked. Not far away, Kel, slumped on the floor, simply watched. Rain was pistoning into Mae with reckless abandon, and Rain was clearly enjoying it. Mae, meanwhile, looked moments from blacking out—her body twitching, breath ragged.
Kel sighed softly.It always ended like this.
But it had started months ago—When Rain had first joined the college. Fresh out of high school, new to everything. He'd ended up as one of Kel's juniors.
Though from different departments, Rain and Kel still crossed paths often, thanks to curriculum activities and group events where they had to work together.
Kel had always been the golden girl. A third-year student with top grades, pure reputation, and a presence that stood out no matter where she went. Boys across the campus admired her, some from afar, others chasing a chance. Whether it was academics, extracurriculars, her leadership in the student council, or her athletic excellence, Kel excelled at it all.
Her charm and beauty were undeniable. And as her accomplishments piled up, so did her popularity—skyrocketing through the college halls until even first-year newcomers knew her name within weeks.
In all her three years at UA High University, Kel had received countless proposals, dozens of people asking her out. Most were boys, yes, but the number of girls who confessed to her wasn't far behind.
She had always been the one others looked up to—admired, respected, even idolized. And strangely, that was part of the reason why she had never had a boyfriend.
To her, they all came offering the same things: Loyalty. Praise. Promises to treat her like a queen. Eyes filled not with understanding, but with admiration for an ideal version of her.
No one ever saw past that surface. No one ever looked deep enough to see her. And because of that, Kel never found someone she could let her real feelings fall into.
Never. Except once.
It had happened on an ordinary afternoon. Kel was sitting alone at a table in the campus cafeteria, sipping her drink and flipping through notes, when it happened.
A boy passing behind her tripped, his cappuccino flying from his hands. Someone had accidentally bumped into him from behind, rushing through the hall.
The coffee spilled across Kel, soaking through the fabric of her shirt. She jolted up with a sharp gasp, stumbling to the side as the hot liquid seeped in.
Without thinking, she began rubbing at the soaked area, hands moving frantically over her chest, trying to clean herself, pressing through her clothes against her bra as the cappuccino continued to drip.
Though most of the cappuccino had been absorbed by the fabric, some still seeped through to her skin, warm and sticky. Frustrated, Kel grabbed her water bottle and sprayed it across the stain, soaking the entire top of her dress in the process.
She let out a deep breath, trying to steady herself, her chest rising and falling beneath the wet fabric.
Then, eyes narrowing, she turned to the boy.
Rain.
"What are you doing?" she snapped, her voice cutting through the entire cafeteria.
Heads turned. Students who hadn't seen the incident immediately took her side, murmuring in disapproval, casting glares toward Rain.
To his credit, Rain quickly bowed his head and apologized, his voice calm despite the rising tension. He even offered to make it up to her.
Kel clicked her tongue, exasperated.She sighed.
"Come with me," she said, turning on her heel and walking out of the cafeteria, her dress clinging to her body, soaked and transparent in places.
Rain followed her quickly, weaving past a few campus buildings, until they reached the entrance of the girls' changing room. He slowed, confused, glancing at the sign above the door.
"Wha—?" he asked, hesitantly.
Kel didn't even look at him. She just gave a soft hum and replied coolly, "Come in. No one's around at this hour."
Rain hesitated, but his feet moved anyway. His mind was blank, uncertain of what Kel intended, but something about her voice, her composure, made him eerie.
As soon as he stepped inside, Kel spun and slammed the door shut behind them. The loud clang echoed in the empty room. Rain flinched.
Kel looked over her shoulder, her voice low but composed. "Don't worry. Just make sure no other girls see you."
She walked to a row of lockers, then pointed at one she swung open. "If you can't find any other place to hide," she said, glancing toward him, "Use this."
She gestured for him to stay put as she pulled out a bag from the locker. From within, a set of clothes pulled into her hand, tucked between her fingers was a dry top, and beneath it, a large bra. Not massive, but certainly bigger than anything Rain had ever seen worn by a girl his age. His eyes briefly widened before he quickly looked away as she stuffed the bag back in.
Rain swallowed hard. "R-Right, as I said..." he began, voice uneven. "I'm really sorry." His breath hitched, his nerves unsettled by the unexpected turn of events. "And I did promise to make up for it."
At this point, Rain knew his limits.A guy like him, barely able to afford his own meals, working late shifts for a pitiful wage, weighed down by student loans, rent, and daily expenses, all without help from anyone...He couldn't afford trouble. Not the kind that might spiral from whatever this was.
And though Rain didn't fully understand the extent of Kel's reach, he knew enough.
In a college like this, where the students were mostly rich, detached, and indifferent, even they had come to her side in an instant.The moment something happened in the cafeteria, she didn't even have to speak—and they stood behind her.
That told him everything.
She wasn't necessarily bad news…But she definitely wasn't safe.
Rain lowered his head slightly, voice steady but cautious."I'll make it up to you," he said again, more firmly this time.
But to his misfortune, the girl in front of him didn't reply. She simply looked at him—gaze fixed, unwavering.
Then she stepped forward. Slow, deliberate.
Her hand rose and settled on his shoulder, fingers firm, her presence suddenly far too close. Her eyes pierced into his, lips parting slightly as she spoke—low and steady.
"You do know where you are, right?"
Her grip tightened.Painfully so.
"One shout," she said, her voice barely above a whisper but sharp as a blade, "and your career is over."
Rain stared at her, frozen. Her eyes didn't blink, didn't waver.
He swallowed hard, throat dry. "So…" he began, voice cracking slightly, "What… do you want me to do?"
Kel smirked—Rain's question had been precise, and exactly what she wanted to hear.
She released his shoulder and walked toward one of the doors at the back of the locker room, her voice cool and composed as she said, "Follow me."
Rain obeyed.
He trailed behind her as she pushed open the door—revealing a larger, tiled space. It was the girls' shower area. Spacious. Quiet. Rows of private stalls lined the walls, each with curtain covers and partitions between them. The air smelled faintly of steam and citrus soap.
Rain gasped, pausing at the threshold."Wh—"
But before he could say more, Kel turned and pressed a finger to his lips.
"No talking."
Then, without hesitation, she pulled him into one of the stalls. Her fingers tugged at his sleeves, lifting the clean clothes from her hand and hanging them neatly on the hook nearby. She reached out and drew the curtain closed behind them.
"Now," she said softly,as she began slipping her clothes to the side, the fabric falling away from her skin in slow, deliberate slide.
"Clean what you messed up."
The words left Kel's lips—calm, unapologetic, laced with quiet command.
Rain stood frozen, the weight of the moment catching up to him. He didn't speak. Couldn't.
His eyes followed her hands as she began undoing her buttons—First at the waist, then up along her chest, each pop revealing more skin, bare beneath the soaked fabric. Her sleeves slid down her arms, and with a final shrug, she let the top fall to the side.
Rain remained silent—perplexed, breath shallow. He didn't know what to say.
Her breasts were bare and full in his view, framed by the parted cups of her bra. She slipped two fingers beneath the strap—right where the drink had spilled—and pulled it open slightly, exposing the damp skin underneath.
"Go on," she said, voice low but firm."Don't follow through, and you'll be accused of harassment."
Rain gulped.The cold air of the shower room kissed Kel's exposed waist, yet she stood there—composed, calm, her poise unshaken.
She waited. Anticipating.
Rain hesitated, his breath shaky as he stepped closer. He bent down slowly, his neck lowering, lips hovering near her chest— cleavage. "S-Sure?" he asked, voice cracking under the pressure.
Kel didn't flinch. Eyes closed, her voice was soft but commanding."Don't break the immersion."
Rain's lips moved forward, and then—his tongue made contact. Warm and slow, tracing over the skin he'd stained. He caressed the spot, lapping gently, cleaning what he had marked in quiet movement.
A soft moan escaped Kel's lips, her breath catching."That's it," she whispered."Finally…"
Her body trembled. Her pussy already quivering, heat rising from deep within her. She could barely control it—years of tension, of waiting, of being untouched except by her own hands…And now, someone else was finally there.
Touching. Tasting.
She quickly pushed Rain away, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. The fabric slipped free—and her breasts burst forward in a generous mold of bouncing flesh.
Kel clutched his hair, dragging him closer until his face was pressed against her chest.
"Go on," she said, voice low and hungry. "Lick it."
Her hand found his, guiding his fingers downward, slipping them beneath the waistband of her pants. She pressed them deeper—past soft curls of her pubic hair, toward the most hidden part of her, the place boys her age, and older, only dreamed of touching.
She gasped as his fingertip brushed her entrance.
"Push it in," she whispered.
Rain obeyed. His finger slid inside her slowly, and a deep moan trembled from Kel's lips, echoing through the tiled shower room.