✔ Drowning: ChuVesSoul

Part X: Yves's POV

Is it possible to love two people at the same time? I love Jiwoo with all my heart. She is so sweet and devoted and caring, but our physical relationship just isn't as passionate as when I'm with Jinsoul.

I don't even know if I love Jinsoul except for when we're fucking, but maybe I could learn to.

I think I like the guilty feeling Jinsoul gives me. She makes me feel naughty, dangerous.

Wait—no, I can't break up with Jiwoo! She would never forgive me, especially if she knew I was cheating on her. I just won't tell her anything. Yes, that's it. Sex can be my little secret with Jinsoul. That way I can continue to date Jiwoo, while also having a way to fulfil my unwavering sexual needs. But, could my conscience live with that?

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In the following days after Jinsoul came to my room that night, I try to pretend that everything is okay. Jiwoo and I continue to date as if nothing happened (which it didn't, okay?).

I tried to explain my decision to be with both of them to Jinsoul, but I don't think she gets it. Despite telling her off, Jinsoul heavily flirts with me during dance practises. I desperately try to ignore her, but I can tell that Jinsoul's brazen actions are making Jiwoo aggravated.

One typical Thursday, exactly thirteen days since Jinsoul and I last had sex, (and yes, I'm counting) Jiwoo finally snaps at Jinsoul during practise.

"Fuck off Jinsoul and stop flirting with my girlfriend!"

She pouts and stomps her little foot, and I'm shocked. The group stops dancing, and several members gasp.

Jiwoo never curses.

Jinsoul looks rather taken aback. "I'm very sorry Jiwoo. I promise I won't fantasise about your girlfriend ever again, she says.

She's staring at me the entire time she's speaking to Jiwoo. I shudder and my cheeks burn red.

Jinsoul grins maliciously and turns back to the rest of the group.

"C'mon girls, we've got lots of work to do!"

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I let Jinsoul into my bed that night.

She comes to my bedroom door just before 12, as I am getting into bed.

"Who's there?" I call out across the room.

Without a word, Jinsoul quickly slips through the door and immediately drops her robe, revealing her naked body. Her pale, taunt stomach, wide hips, and large tits are irresistible.

I climb out of bed and nearly run across the room to Jinsoul. I wrap my arms around her neck and kiss her.

"What happened to never fantasising about me again, hmm?" I tease.

"Well I'm not just fantasising about you now, am I?" Jinsoul grins.

I hear her drop something from her hand before grabbing my ass.

"I'm actually fucking you," she says. "Jiwoo has nothing on me."

Jinsoul shoves me onto the bed and rips off my oversized t-shirt. She stands ups to connect her phone to my speaker on the other side of the room. When I start to protest, Jinsoul hushes me and places a knee on my chest, leaving me trapped.

A deeply sensual pop song starts playing. Jinsoul removes her knee and begins to dance for me. I feel hypnotised by Jinsoul's body and flowing dance moves. She runs her fingers sexily through her long blonde hair as her hips sway to the music.

I lick my fingers and begin to touch myself, my fingers circling around my clit, but my eyes never stray from Jinsoul. When Jinsoul notices me touching myself, she rushes over to the bed and slaps my hand.

"That's my job," she growls. "You naughty, impatient girl."

She quickly runs across the room to grab the purple vibrator off the floor. When she comes back, she takes my hand and uses it to stroke the dildo, covering it in my own juices.

She sits on the bed and pries my legs apart. Jinsoul slides the vibrator inside of me and I moan in pain. The dildo stretches the sides of my vagina until it stings. Despite the pain, a shot of pleasure surges through my entire body, concentrating at my clit, and I feel myself grow even wetter.

To keep myself from orgasming almost immediately, I sit up and push Jinsoul off of me. I roll over so I'm on top, as Jinsoul continues to fuck me with the vibrator.

"M-mm Jinsoul, please don't stop," I moan.

I close my eyes and arch my back and bounce up and down on the dildo as if Jinsoul had a real dick.

Jinsoul smirks and uses her free hand to squeeze one of my tits. She jiggles it around before sitting up slightly to suck on my hardened nipple. She bites it playfully and both of us moan. It feels so good, so entrancing, that I don't even notice for a moment when Jinsoul stops fucking me.

"What is it Ji—," I begin to say.

I look down to see what's wrong, and follow Jinsoul's horrified stare to the door. There, standing in the doorway, watching us, was Jiwoo. And she was fuming.