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Twins: When are you coming home?
Bear: Your home isn't my home.
Twins: Should we pick you up at the station, darling?
Bear: No need.
Twins: Your wife has cooked for you, hurry back and eat, okay?
Bear: …
Sometimes, life gives you more than one turning point. The first was losing two lives I loved dearly. But the second? I unexpectedly gained two lives I never intended to have and yet, there they were.
How many people get to have twin partners, sleeping together and making love as a threesome almost every day, simply because they enjoy this kind of intimacy?
The younger twin is the wife, the older twin is the husband. Because there's a security camera in the hallway, I know exactly what happened that day… it's a little embarrassing, but after that, when we made love without any drugs involved, it felt indescribably good.
I didn't realize how much I had lacked love how much I needed someone to tease me, hold me, and be close on both sides—until now, with these twin devils spoiling me endlessly.
Creaaak…
"Back already, my love?"
The younger twin dashed forward, wrapping his slender frame around him with a bright, easy smile. He pushed Kwun's face away, though, because Kwun had just come back from helping an accident victim on the street, his khaki uniform streaked with blood and dust. He didn't want the younger twin's flawless skin, delicate and pale like a high-class lady's, to get ruined. He always had sensitive skin and reacted to everything.
"Don't hug me, you'll get dirty."
"Bear, you're so clean how could anything make you dirty?"
The older twin, who was busy playing a game, chimed in sarcastically. The two brothers looked alike, but their builds were very different, so it was easy to tell them apart. The older twin was covered in tattoos, had a darker skin tone, a sharper tongue, and more forceful personality.
"Can't you see the blood on me? Step back."
Kwun pouted, clearly frustrated, as Ming, the older twin, sat playing his game. He grabbed the police officer's wrist to stop him, tilting his head to inspect the blood-stained uniform.
"What happened to you?" the officer asked calmly.
"A road accident. Some reckless riders got what they deserved," Kwun replied with a hint of sarcasm. Having grown up around cars, racing, and speed, reckless driving seemed almost natural to him.
"Is that your motto now?"
"You're no different. I know there are GTRs racing on the expressway one day I might end up collecting your bodies too."
As the banter heated up between the older twin and the police officer, Kwun ignored their squabbling, retreating to the kitchen to handle things there, sometimes leaving the room entirely to visit a neighboring room where a close friend lived.
The officer remained calm, but Ming, the older twin, was cold and indifferent. He didn't care about age, respect, or rules. He used his assertive personality as a natural leader in the house, strong-willed and temperamental but rarely resorted to violence.
"There aren't just us driving GTRs, Bear. There are hundreds of people who race these Japanese cars. Don't obsess over your husband so much," the older twin teased, stretching his tall 25-year-old frame, stepping close to the high-ranking officer and even helping loosen his belt, unbothered by the piercing gaze of sharp eyes watching him intently.
"Don't touch! I'm going to take a shower!" the traffic officer snapped, turning sharply and storming toward the bathroom in obvious irritation. Ming smirked at the defiance, even though the bed was still warm from their passionate moments. Every time they returned from work, they teased and provoked each other relentlessly just like a real married couple.
"What a fool… covered in dust and blood, and still smells good. Older people would probably reek, but this one… doesn't smell bad at all."
(Bear) The twin hellions, sons of Mr. Hong the owner of a nationwide used car business were the type to get involved with an older cop and then follow him around like he was their personal plaything.
They weren't exactly well-behaved spoiled rich kids who always got what they wanted. On top of that, they loved speeding on public roads and had a whole racing crew, usually in their signature Japanese GTR sports cars, making sure everyone knew their names.
The twins were inseparable they shared tastes in food, partying, and even men. But the younger twin, Kwan, was a big bottom type, loud, brazen, shameless, and persistent he'd push a cop to the edge like it was a team effort. Ming, the older twin, was a top who wouldn't let anyone touch him, except he would take me, someone just as big as him. Once Kwan opened the door, Ming would close the game. Even though he seemed psychotic at first, I had never felt so freeheaded before relief, excitement, and everything in between.
It wasn't as bad as I thought… otherwise, I would have refused him outright.
The two brothers, the ones who had "rescued" me from the sex-drugging perverts and dragged me off for a gang assault, were now the ones I woke up with in their room. My legs were trembling so much I had to call in sick. They even set up cameras in the living hall, almost as if intentionally, to provide "evidence" that I consented and even started things myself.
What could I say? I knew before losing consciousness that I was being drugged and dragged into a car, so I had no choice but to let them… and in the process, I discovered the thrill of being with three at once, one in the middle between the twins.
I'd never realized how intense a man's rear could feel gripping, sucking, making you shiver uncontrollablyespecially when combined with a tight, pulsating hole moving in sync. It was more intense than anything I'd ever experienced.
Ming, the older twin, even threatened that if I stayed with them willingly, he wouldn't report it but if I refused, he'd go after the people who drugged me in the first place.
I didn't know whether I was lucky or cursed to have both a husband and a wife at the same time, especially ones this rich, so life was easy without having to lift a finger.
We'd been living like a three-person couple for two weeks now. I'd even met Mr. Hong and their neighbor friend, Ung Ing, without revealing any official status just saying we were close lately, which… was true enough.
And I never dared go back to any of my friend's clubs again.