NOTAKING
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Chapter 17
🕑 Added 2025-02-11 03:46:46 +0000 UTCThey strolled through the quiet streets, the occasional streetlamp casting a warm glow over the pavement. The conversation had been easy, flowing effortlessly between teasing remarks and lighthearted laughter. The night air was cool but not uncomfortably so, carrying the distant hum of the city in the background.
After a while, Travis glanced at his phone and exhaled softly. "Well, I should be getting home. I have some plans, if you don't mind," he said, slipping his hands into his pockets.
Lee Ruri turned to him with a small smirk. "Oh no, it’s not a problem. Now that I think about it, I also need to be doing something. And thanks for walking me home—indirectly, of course." She shot him a knowing look before stepping toward her apartment building.
Travis chuckled, tilting his head slightly. "Wow, that’s very smooth. You could’ve just asked, you know. It’s not like I wouldn’t agree."
"And ruin my perfectly great plan?" she teased, already backing toward the entrance. The soft glow of the lobby light outlined her figure as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Well, see ya, Travis. I hope we hang out again soon enough."
He held her gaze for a moment before nodding. "We will. As long as you don’t trick me into walking you home next time." With that, he turned and started down the sidewalk, his posture relaxed but purposeful.
Lee Ruri lingered by the doorway, watching him disappear into the night. Her lips curled slightly as a thought crossed her mind.
'Next time, I'll bring him inside. Just for a drink, of course. Nothing more.'
She let out a quiet chuckle before stepping inside, already looking forward to the inevitable next time.
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Travis arrived back at the apartment building, only to pause when he spotted Min and Choi standing right outside his door. Min looked relaxed, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, while Choi seemed more restless, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Travis’s lips as a thought crossed his mind.
‘Fuck. Ha Ye-Jung is inside, so I can’t exactly bang her there. But a bathroom stall? Now that’s a perfect backup plan.’
With that, he strode toward them, his presence commanding.
"You really must be eager to have me fuck your girl," he said, his tone dripping with amusement.
Min turned to him with a wide grin, unfazed by the remark. "Of course. That’s because my girlfriend is the most beautiful, and I’d be selfish to keep her all to myself." There was no hesitation in his voice, only pride.
Min reached for Choi, his fingers brushing against her arm, but she barely acknowledged him. Her eyes were locked onto Travis, her expression filled with unspoken need. When Min tried again, she slapped his hand away without even glancing at him.
Instead, she stepped forward, closing the distance between herself and Travis, her breath shallow.
"Can we just fuck now? I’m so wet right now," she murmured, her voice thick with urgency.
Travis smirked, reaching out to tilt her chin up, forcing her gaze to meet his. He took his time, letting the tension hang between them before responding.
"Why, of course," he said smoothly. "Follow me, then."
Without another word, he turned and walked away, his stride confident. Choi didn’t hesitate for a second, her steps quick and eager as she followed him down the stairs and out of the apartment building, anticipation crackling in the air between them.
It was already dark outside as they navigated through the city. The streets were alive with distant car horns and the occasional chatter of late-night pedestrians. Choi Bakha hurried her pace, closing the small gap between them until she was walking right by Travis’s side. His smirk deepened as he casually dropped his hand, gripping a handful of her ass. She let out a small gasp but made no move to stop him, her body responding instinctively to his touch.
Behind them, Min Chodan followed at a steady pace, his eyes locked onto the sight ahead. Normally, he took pride in sharing his girlfriend, enjoying the thrill of watching her with another man—even if they had only explored it through role-play. Every time, without fail, the man in their fantasies was Nam Juho. But now, seeing her with Travis, something different settled in his chest. A tightness. A twinge of something unfamiliar.
Jealousy.
He hated the feeling more than anything. Hated it so much that he had allowed this to happen in the first place, thinking that embracing it would make it go away. But as his mind painted a vivid picture—Choi with Travis, her body molded against his, the way she might moan for him—his cock hardened in his pants, betraying the war inside his head.
Desire drowned out doubt. He shook his head, inhaling sharply as if trying to reset his thoughts. 'Everything will be fine. This is just another scene… just like before.'
The park was mostly empty by the time they arrived, a quiet space illuminated only by flickering streetlights. The trio made their way to the public restroom—a secluded little building tucked away from the main path. Travis grinned, tugging Choi Bakha toward the nearest stall while throwing Min Chodan a glance.
"You can listen from the next stall," he instructed, amusement dripping from his voice. "Like a good little cuck."
Min Chodan hesitated for only a second before stepping into the adjacent stall, closing the door behind him. He sat on the toilet seat, fingers twitching as they hovered over his zipper. His heart pounded, the conflicting emotions inside him colliding—jealousy, arousal, the ache of humiliation that he had come to crave.
'If I hate this… I'll tell her we won't do it again,' he told himself, gripping the bulge in his pants.
But Choi Bakha's mind was far from conflicted. As she stood in the cramped stall with Travis, her pulse raced in anticipation. Her body already knew what it wanted. What it needed.
'I love this already. Maybe Min Chodan will love it too—maybe he’ll want Travis to fuck me every day instead of him.'
Travis didn’t waste words. He leaned back against the stall wall, legs spread, his cock already hard in his hand. He tilted his chin at her, eyes dark with expectation.
"Suck it."
There was no hesitation. Choi Bakha dropped to her knees without a second thought, her hands instinctively resting on his thighs as she leaned in.
TO BE CONTINUED
