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You had a theory: all men didn't know how to eat a woman in right way.
It wasn't arrogance, but frustration.You simply hadn't discovered what ignited you sexually, and your sexual experiences seemed only to confirm that the problem couldn't be you, but perhaps a flaw in the male nature.
Your dating history was a timeline of lukewarm disappointments: relationships that died on the vine or, worse, barely made it off the ground.
Thats What you think.
What you didn't know was that the flaw wasn't in the world, but in your bubble. The dark truth is that you never had a chance with a worthwhile guy because your three friends—the trio most obsessed with you—diligently ensured that none of your relationships lasted long.
They operated in the shadows, silently, to guarantee you wouldn't get deeply involved with anyone.
The unspoken goal? To keep you eternally tied to them,
condemned to have, at most, a quick and forgettable fling with some "mediocre" guy
who wouldn't be competition for them and didn't pose a real threat.
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Your trio of friends since adolescence, whom you considered your safe haven, was made up of Yunho, Mingi, and Seonghwa.:
Yunho, tall, elegantly charming, was like your personal gentleman. He called you "darling" with an intonation that would make any woman feel precious and important. He was the host of dinners, the one responsible for rides, and the one who didn't drink to be the sober anchor at parties—all to be constantly nearby and mentally alert:
If someone at the club dared to approach you, they would first have to cross the barrier of isolation that your three friends formed around you. But it was the look Yunho shot to anyone who approached that drove most away: a cold, deadly warning that said 'She is forbidden' without uttering a sound.
With his strategically romantic sweetness, Yunho elevated the standard in an impossible way for other men. He planted the seed in your head:
"Y/n, if a guy can't do the basics, like opening the door for you and showering you with attention and luxury, he doesn't deserve your time."
The bitter irony? He was the ruler that prevented you from measuring anyone, guaranteeing everyone failed when compared, because anyone would look like a trash next to Yunho.
Next is Seonghwa, the "group mom," was made of kindness and zeal, always looking after all of you. He affectionately called you "baby," but behind the sweet facade, a destructive jealousy simmered.
Seonghwa was the one who, with an angelic smile, spread malicious—and frighteningly convincing—rumors about any man who dared to approach you.
Or, more directly, he created the perfect "accidents": Your boyfriend at the time was on his way to your birthday? Seonghwa guaranteed the delay, simply by puncturing a tire. Also he created a time "error" that made your partner miss a dinner reservation with you.
Once, the manipulation went further, transforming into a coldly calculated trap: he locked one of them in an elevator, ensuring the poor guy couldn't make it to your date. Afterward, with the most sincere and worried expression, he would turn to you, distilling venom:
"If he liked you so much, Y/N, why is he ghosting you? He doesn't deserve you if he can't show up on time. That's inconsiderate, baby."
And, to "compensate" for your inevitable disappointment, Seonghwa would take you out for a distraction.
While you were venting, focused on the pain of the orchestrated rejection, his hand would slide to your cell phone. In seconds, he would delete every message the suitor had sent, in the vain hope of explaining the delay, and clicked the fatal button: "block." Thus, he ensured his own date and time with you, with no obstacle in the way.
Seonghwa's sweetness only existed for you. Anyone who tried to invade your inner circle became the target of his silent fury.
last one Mingi, tall and loud, was the known "womanizer" (but the only person he truly wanted to seduce was you). He was the constant flirt, calling you "doll" or "kitten," and was always ready to accompany you to the silliest movies.
His role was also to "scare away the bad guys" who approached.
The truth?
The "bad guys" were just normal guys he openly threatened, ensuring you only had his company on movie nights.
If any boyfriend of yours seemed minimally decent, Mingi was the first to have a "serious talk" with the man... a talk that usually included a veiled threat.
Then, when your partners suddenly backed off, he would return to you, indignant and worried:
"That's just love bombing, Y/N. These jerks pretend to like you and, once they win you over, they start treating you badly. Break up with them for your own mental health."
He said this while hiding the fact that it was he who had made the guys treat you badly—under threat—just so you would discard them.
All three were secretly and desperately in love with you.
An obsession they could barely disguise and which created a silent pact between the three men:
”They would protect you, yes, from everything, except from themselves."
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So, when you were already frustrated with the guys who couldn't satisfy you, and brought the problem to them, this became the perfect opportunity for them to step in to solve this "problem" they themselves had created for you:
"It's not that they don't know how to, darling," Yunho said, serving you your favorite tea.
He smiled, his conscience heavy, knowing he and the others were the reason. "It's that you haven't found someone compatible yet. Someone who knows how to go down on you well."
"Exactly. Maybe you need someone who is rougher, or someone softer, who makes love properly," Seonghwa completed, wiping an imaginary crumb from your chin.
He looked at you with a possessive adoration that you mistook for affection.
Mingi, the most experienced and openly sexual of the group, just smiled, his eyes flaming with an almost dangerous confidence.
"Or you just need someone who knows how to handle you, doll." He leaned in, his voice raspy.
"At least all the girls I've been with never complained. They always come back for more," he added with a smug smile.
Tired of the uncertainty, you exposed your plan:
"I'm going to venture out. I'm going to start with that cute nerd from history class Yeosang , who keeps looking at me. I'm sure he'll give me an idea of simple, vanilla sex. Then, I might venture into those BDSM clubs I heard your perverted friend, Wooyoung, mention to you, Mingi. Then I'll test something more hard, maybe some heavier sex."
The trio protested in unison. They couldn't allow you to risk yourself out there, far from their absolute control.
"No way, baby," Seonghwa warned, his gentle face for an instant contorting into something darker.
"We volunteer. If that's all you need, kitten," Mingi declared, speaking for everyone, his voice firm.
He couldn't stand the idea, or even the thought, of another man touching you in a rougher way.
"You have to have safe sex, Y/N, with people you trust," Yunho intervened, his voice thoughtful and responsible.
"I think we are the ideal people to guide you in this discovery, don't you think?"
You hesitated, the air heavy with all the years of friendship. Your reason screamed an alert, fighting against the growing desire, that electric curiosity to experience them. You weren't blind, after all. Your eyes recognized their beauty: Yunho's elegance, Seonghwa's dangerous sweetness, Mingi's fierceness.
Your ex-boyfriends, all of them, felt an unexplained and constant jealousy of the trio, even though you always swore, with conviction, that the three were just good friends.
"But won't this make things weird between us? We've known each other forever. I don't want to ruin what we have," you said, the worry in your voice laden with the history you shared.
It was Yunho who stepped forward, the master of rational persuasion, and held your hands with a reassuring grip. His touch, always gentle, now seemed to hold a new and dangerous promise.
"Y/N, look at us," he asked, his gaze so sincere it almost convinced you.
"We are your best friends. Who else would you trust to show you what's good in a safe way? It would be weird if you went looking for this with some stranger who might hurt you."
Seonghwa lightly touched your shoulder, his melodious voice whispering confidence. "We love you, baby. Nothing we do will ruin that. Think of this as a favor from our friendship, a private lesson for your mental and sexual health. It will be a controlled experience."
Mingi just smiled, a wicked gleam in his eyes, and completed the encirclement, leaning against the wall in a relaxed but vigilant pose.
"Relax, doll," he said, his voice low and magnetic.
"You'll be able to discover what you like, and then we can pretend it didn't happen, if that's what you want. But know that no matter what you choose. Nothing changes between us, we are always here for you."
With Yunho's touch, Seonghwa's comfort, and Mingi's tempting promise, the barrier of your reason began to yield. They had set the perfect trap, and now offered it as the only safe path.
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Finding the proposal very tempting, you accepted; they were going to offer the chance to discover what you like (with their exclusive total assistance, as they wanted).
So with this, they defined the Discovery Schedule:
- Yunho would be first. The gentleman would be in charge of "vanilla sex." It would be tranquil and loving, the soft base to understand your most fundamental response to touch
It was the perfect bait: if you liked the basic, it would be easy to control.
- Seonghwa would come next. The caretaker would handle the medium level. It would be the kind of encounter a long-term couple explores to break the routine; sensual, attentive, full of fetishes, and focused on making you feel desired and adored.
He would test your need for intimacy.
- Mingi would be the final play. The stud, the wildest of the three, would handle "rough sex." Something full of force, with an intensity that would barely let you breathe.
He would go to the limit to see how much you could handle and if that type of sex was for you.
The plan was simple but perverse: to make you discover exactly what satisfied you, through the diversity of each of them. And, once they had mapped your desires and your body, you would be so complete, so addicted to them, that you would no longer have any reason—or emotional capacity—to look for anyone else.
The contract was sealed. The game between friends was over. The game between three obsessed loverswas about to begin.