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Xdinary Heroes and Random Pics off of my Pinterest

Welcome to Liv's crack hours; open 25/8

Back story: I'm super exhausted and I was bored so I scrolled through Pinterest and found the picture I'm using for gaon and laughed bc I imagine him doing something like that. The rest are a bit far fetched but for whatever reason I still see them sending that picture to each other.

Nonetheless, enjoy. . .

#1. GUNIL

I see it, no compromises

#2. JUNGSU

Listen to my vision guys: I see him finding this on his phone and having that reaction then he would send it to the others with no context

#3 QUACK JISEOK

That was the caption for jiseoks pic, the guitar pic started this entire thing

#4 SEUNGMIN

I wish I could explain myself but this has been in my saved for a while now

#5 HYEONGJUN

Hes among us coded and idk why, the cosplayers bowing add something undeniably hyeongjun to it

#6 JOOYEON

OK BUT WHAT IF HIM AND GUNIL KEPT SEQUIN PILLOWS OF EACH OTHERS FACES AND JOOYEON DOES THIS

Anyways that's all, I'm sorry guys I'm so tired 😭

JOOYEON WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIOUR ?!?!?!?! IM SO HERE FOR IT

Fragments of ourselves MIGHT get released early?!?!?

FRAGMENTS OF OURSELVES

♭form! jooyeon x fem reader

Genre: smut, fantasy

Warnings: oral (fem rec), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), rope play (but the ropes are electricity?), not proofread

Tags!: @sol3chu

w/c: roughly 4400

WARNING: NO ONE HAS BEEN TO ♭FORM ONLY ONCE

Lobby music plays as I wait to load into the game. The server is bustling with life and I’m exactly where I was when I last got on. I travel along the road where I live here. I’m on my way to the city square. From what I remember, I was getting food from the market. The twilight evening is foggy, but the roads are lit by streetlights. It’s bright enough to navigate. Today, I won’t visit my usual market. I’m in need of something new and exciting.

Upon entering the new shop, I spotted the cashier. He sports a wide and bright smile. I take a basket from the entrance and start looking around. There’s a plethora of potion supplies, it must be a wizard shop. I take a bundle of dried roses, a jar of cinnamon sticks, and several other ingredients that look pretty. I don’t know the first thing about potion making, but I can use these things for cooking. The small wooden shop is very aromatic and welcoming.

“Can I help you with anything?” A voice brings me back to Earth. It belongs to the cashier boy. His voice suits his smile nicely.

“I’m alright, thank you!” I can’t help but smile at him, his positivity is contagious. I take my time and pick out a few other things, including a cute little candle. It’s very simple, just white wax inside of a ceramic bowl. I add it to my basket and decide that’s enough shopping.

I wait in line behind a few people who are also checking out. The cashier is kind with all of them. He’s a real social butterfly, at least online. I wonder if he’s much different in real life. I’ve learned that a lot of people are completely different in real life than here in ♭form. It’s an escape, so I’d say that people are closer to themselves here than in real life.

Finally, I’m at the front of the line and he flashes me that enticing smile. I placed all of the items I'd chosen on the table. He looks fine until I place the candle and his face drains of color completely and his smile is nowhere to be seen. He looks at me, trying to hide his worry.

“You know this is the most powerful one we have, right? Nobody knows what it does, it was made centuries ago.”

“Oh no, I thought it was a regular candle!” I was genuinely shocked. We agreed that it was best if I put the candle back. He now calculates the price of everything excluding the candle.

“That’ll be forty dollars.” It’s a bit expensive for ♭form’s currency.

“However,” he starts. “I’ll cut that price in half if I can get your number, your real number.” He catches me completely off-guard at his request. Not once in all of my years in ♭form have I been asked this. Of course I have to give it to him, not only because of the discount (which is irresistible) but because he seems like a pleasant guy.

Shortly after, I get a notification. It’s a text from the guy.

Joo: hi! You probably know me by my user, joo_lvs_veggies. You can call me Jooyeon. p.s: I hate veggies

y/n: hi jooyeon, im y/n!! And you hate veggies!?!?

That starts our first conversation. It lasts until the night swallows everything around me but him and the next topic that comes up.

y/n: do you really not know anything about that candle in ♭form?

Joo: All I know is that it was the first server to generate with one. It’s rumored the devs didn’t put it there either.

y/n: Then why is it still being sold?

Joo: I just wanna see if someones brave enough to light it.

y/n: I want to

Before I know it, we’re logged back into ♭form and in the back room of his store. The candle is sitting before us and with one last look at each other, I light the candle. Despite all of my anticipation, nothing happens. I don’t know if this is good, but I'm honestly disappointed. I was kind of hoping something would happen.

“That was very anticlimactic!” Jooyeon laughs and I do too. I yawn in the dark room, lit by candlelight alone and he catches on. “Tired?” he asks. I nod. After a couple of farewells, I’m logged off and curled up into my bed. The night envelops me and I fall asleep.

Months pass after meeting Jooyeon. We talk a lot, including the things we do in reality. He’s a struggling college student similarly to me. He works three jobs, which is insane. One specific night, we spent hours talking about how weird it is that one of his three jobs bought candles. I jokingly reference the night when we lit that candle.

Joo: but who would actually buy candles at a grocery store

y/n: me! Candles are the best!

Joo:Other than you

y/n: i guess you have a point lol

I stayed up too late the night before studying and talking to Jooyeon. My head is pounding and the little bit of sunlight that manages to get past my curtains hurts my eyes. To my disappointment, the fridge is empty. I sigh when I find nothing. I guess I'll stop by the grocery store. I put on my shoes and step outside. It isn’t the brightest day, it’s actually pretty gloomy. Dark clouds hang overhead and it's foggy. I walk down the street, hearing my own footsteps clack against the stone road.

When I arrive at the store, my shoulders drop in disappointment. They’re closed today. The next closest store isn’t too much further away, so I just walk to it. I’ve only been to this store a time or two since I moved here, so everything is quite unfamiliar. I go in and I’m greeted by the cashier. The store isn’t very large and mostly contains ingredients to cook with. Ironically, I see a small stand with candles. I detour over to it, they're simple and white with a linen scent. I laugh, remembering the conversation with Jooyeon. In fact, the candles kind of resemble the ones in ♭form. Just for keepsakes, I take one. I grab what I usually use most and head to the register to check out. The boy greets me with a bright smile.

“Find everything ok?” His voice sounds familiar, but I can’t think of anyone I know around here who it might be. I nod and get out my phone while he scans all of the items. I realized Jooyeon messaged me earlier, so I replied to him. After the cashier is done scanning my things, his phone buzzes. He takes a quick look at it and smiles.

“Girlfriend?” I ask him.

“I wish,” he says. I laugh and take my things. On my way out, my phone buzzes again, stopping me in my tracks.

Joo: Can you believe someone actually bought one of the candles? She was kinda cute ngl

I turn around, my face is shocked and beet red. I walk back up to the cashier. It’ll be so embarrassing if I’m not thinking correctly.

“What’s your name?” I ask him.

“Jooyeon,” he says. I’m taken aback completely. There’s no way this just happened.

“No way,” I stand there in silence, staring at my friend.

“You ok?” he asks. For a moment I stand there in disbelief.

“I’m y/n” I finally manage to say. As soon as the words leave my mouth, Jooyeon’s actions mirror mine. We both stand there in a shocked silence before Jooyeon speaks.

“Of course you bought the candle!” We break out in laughter. And I sat the candle on the table.

“It resembles the one on ♭form! How could I pass?” He smiles and a light blush covers his cheeks. I can’t help but be attracted. He’s a lot better looking than I’d expected. I can’t believe we never thought to ask what each other looks like.

“Hey uh,” he shyly asks, scratching the back of his neck. I look back up to him.

“What?” I ask.

“Would you like to come over to my place maybe?” His voice is quiet and nervous. I feel my face heating up by the nanosecond.

“I’d love to, Joo!” immediately his face lights up with excitement. The redness spreads to his ears when he hears me call him by his nickname that he’d acquired over the past couple months.

“My shift is over at three, text me your address and I’ll come pick you up,” his smile is brighter than anything i’d ever seen. He seems rather excited, which is great, because so am I.

Back at home, I put away my groceries and start to put some things in a bag to take over to Jooyeon’s house. I call my friend, Jungsu to tell. I tell Jungsu everything. I excitedly read all of the messages to Jungsu when I realize something. First, I asked if he was texting his girlfriend, he replied saying he wished. Second, he texted me before he knew it was me that he was calling me cute.

“Jooyeon thinks i’m cute!” I shout after a long pause.

“Wait,” Jungsu says, “you said his name is Jooyeon?” I see his mouth hanging wide open over the video call. I nod and give him a look.

“Like, Lee Jooyeon-” he looks shocked. I nod again.

“We go to school together!” I gasp in shock.

“Do you both live in the dorms?” I ask excitedly. He nods.

“I’ll get to see you!” I squeal.

“Bring your laptop, we’ve got to get on ♭form together!” Jungsu says and I hear a car pull into my driveway.

“Be there in a minute!” I hang up on Jungsu, forgetting to say goodbye and grab my things. Jungsu is used to it by now, and sometimes he even does it back to me.I excitedly greet Jooyeon as I step outside. He lets me in the car and we’re off to the dorms. I know where we’re going because I sometimes come to visit Jungsu. Jooyeon’s car is pretty nice, it’s clean, rather roomy, and smells like fresh carpet. He glances over to me a few times before we’re finally in the parking garage. The drive was short, it only took about ten minutes to get here from my house. He guides me to the entrance and down the halls. We go up a few flights of dark red carpeted stairs until we’re on the 4th floor. It’s the same floor Jungsu lives on. Are they closer than I'd thought?

Finally we make it to his door, and surprisingly, Jungsu lives directly across the narrow hallway. Before I start that mess though, I get settled. Jooyeon takes my bag and puts it up for me, and then we both sit on the couch.

“Joo,”

“Yeah?”

“Do you happen to know Jungsu?”

“Like, Kim Jungsu?”

“Yeah”

“Of course, he loves right across from me, we’re pretty good friends”

“Really!?”

“Yeah, why?”

“We've been friends forever!”

Next thing I know, we’re both standing in front of Jungsu’s door, banging on it repeatedly. After a terribly long time of him not answering,.someone comes upstairs. They'll likely complain about us making so much noise.

“Guys?!” Jungsu sets down his laundry basket and gives us both a hug before opening his door.

“Come on in!” After opening the door, he picks the basket back up and follows us in. It’s been a while since I've visited Jungsu. His house is only slightly different than I remember, but it has the same welcoming feeling. The couch is soft as it engulfs my body. Jooyeon sits beside me. I don’t know why it gives me butterflies when he leans back and throws his arm over the back of the couch, he’s on the complete opposite side of the couch and not even close to me.

“So,” Jooyeon starts. Jungsu is back from putting his laundry away. We’re both listening to Jooyeon. “are y’all like dating?” Me and Jungsu smile at each other, on the verge of laughing.

“No, you don’t have to see me as competition Jooyeon,” Jungsu teases him. Jooyeon rolls his eyes at him.

“You two wanna go get your laptops?” Jungsu asks. I get up excitedly.

“Wait, why?” Jooyeon is confused, he doesn't know Jungsu and I planned this to some extent. Despite not being told about the plan, he’s not against it. We go back to Jooyeon’s dorm and come back within minutes, laptops in hand.Jungsu smiles and leads us to his room. I sit on the couch with Jooyeon and Jungsu sits on the bed.

The room is cold, and it must have been apparent because Jooyeon takes off the flannel he was wearing over his t-shirt and covers my arms with it. I put it on without hesitation and he gives me a warm smile. We’re all ready to login, but it’s taking longer to load than usual. After five minutes of waiting, we leave the laptops on and migrate back to the living room.

“Well, what now guys?” Jungsu says. I perk up, remembering the candle I bought. Without warning I run back to Jooyeon’s dorm and come back with it in hand. The two guys look at me with an odd face.

“Look, doesn’t look like the candle in ♭form?” I say excitedly. Jooyeon smiles at me softly. Jungsu is inspecting it.

“What candle are you talking about?”

“There’s a candle that generated in the server in my shop. No one knows where it came from. Jungsu hums in acknowledgement.

“You work tomorrow, right?” Jooyeon drapes himself on the pale blue couch again. Jungsu replies from the fridge, which is only a few feet away. He grabs a few glass bottles of soda and brings them back to the living room.

“Yeah, I have to go to bed early tonight.” Jungsu hands each of us a bottle and sits in the chair across from Jooyeon. All of Jungsu’s furniture matches well and is super cute and stylish. I sit on the couch with Jooyeon and take out my phone. No way it’s already six in the evening- I really did sleep in all day. Jooyeon takes the remote off the coffee table. I guess they’re pretty close because Jungsu doesn’t seem phased, at least not until he turns on Up.

“Jooyeon, no, we can’t watch this again!” our friend protests. I suppose they hang out quite a bit.

“Why not, it’s my favorite movie?” Jooyeon whines and I can’t help myself from thinking of how cute he is. He’s pouting at Jungsu.

“First of all, we’ve already watched it seven times,” Jungsu starts. The second reason follows is a bit quieter.

“And it makes me cry…” Jooyeon laughs when Jungsu looks away. They bicker back and forth until Jooyeon inevitably ends up winning and getting to watch Up. Jungsu leaves and goes to the kitchen. I thought he was upset with Jooyeon, but he instead comes back with a huge bowl of popcorn and sits between me and Jooyeon. I don’t hesitate to lean on Jungsu’s shoulder so I can reach the popcorn. Him and Jooyeon look at each other before Jungsu speaks.

“I’m feeling a bit stuffy, wanna switch spots Joo?” Jooyeon happily switches and holds the popcorn. He throws his hand across the back of the couch casually. It feels intentional, so I test the waters and lean into him a little bit. His arm carefully comes down to embrace me. The feeling of his warmth wrapped around my body gets rid of any tension. I let myself lay in his embrace while the movie continues.

I didn't even realize the movie ended until Jungsu got up. It was about eight and he had to get ready for bed. Me and Jooyeon got our laptops that still haven't loaded and went back to his dorm. His curtains are pulled back, but no sunlight comes in. It's already dark. The lamp he turns on is yellowish and dim, it adds a haze to the room which is aesthetically opposite to Jungsu’s. He has a leather couch with a patterned blanket to cover it and guitars displayed everywhere. His house is warmer and less organized, but still clean.

“Say, wanna light that candle?” He asks me. I look at him with a bright smile.He leaves to get a lighter and I get out the candle. I put the candle on the coffee table and he’s back with the lighter. I take the lighter and he heads over to the lamp and turns it off. The room is pitch black except for a couple of street lights outside and now the lighter. Jooyeon navigates to the other side of the table without bumping into anything. I take the lighter and finally light the candle. It smells good and illuminates the room softly. I’m shocked when our laptops light up despite being closed. Lobby music from ♭form plays from both of our laptops.

It’s not too big of a deal, I assume, because we did leave the application open when we shut off our computers. I go to grab mine, but as soon as my hand touches it, I get a small shock through my body. I jump back and yelp, which makes Jooyeon come up and see what happened. When I explain, he carefully grabs his own and also gets shocked. We stand in silence for a moment, trying to think of what could be happening. The lobby music that used to be exciting and welcoming suddenly feels ominous. Both of the laptops sit open and facing us. The game has loaded, but a new window has opened. A photo of ourself shows in the window. It isn’t a regular photo though, it’s an AI recreation. I take a step back from the entire situation and look at Jooyeon who is still tense.

“Wanna get something to drink?” I offer him. His body loosens and he agrees. I follow him to the kitchen. Jooyeon hands me a can of soda from his fridge. He sighs and leans against the counter.

“What’s going on, Y/n,” he sounds genuinely concerned.

“I dunno Joo,” I reply. His gaze softens at his nickname.

“We have to find out though,” I continue. He lifts himself off of the counter and follows me back into the living room.

“I’ve always admired your curiosity.” He says. I can’t find the words to reply. A new window has opened on our laptops. I run up to mine and see it has excerpts from my notes. That was locked and inaccessible. There's a progress bar stating it’s 89%. Once it reaches 100 and finishes uploading, all of those excerpts will be shared with everyone on ♭form, including Jooyeon. He’s the last person I want to see. Most of what I have written is about him. I try everything to stop the upload, but it keeps going. I go as far as to try and delete the file itself, then the game, and finally I try to factory reset the computer. All of my efforts prove useless.

I’m 3% away from having all of the most vulnerable fragments of my being exposed to the entire virtual platform.

“What’s yours doing?” Jooyeon asked. His voice sounds shallowly calm. He must be panicking inside like me.

“It’s uploading all of my personal notes to ♭form!” I cry out.

“It’s uploading my messages with one of my friends. I tell my secrets to him.” His voice tells me he’s accepted defeat. The progress bar has finished uploading and I take my laptop and leave. I’m not mad at Jooyeon, but I wasn’t planning on confessing. I go back into Jungsu’s dorm and drop my laptop on the couch. I can’t hold myself up anymore and let myself fall to the ground. My face is buried in my arms. Tears start rolling off of my face and down my arms. I look up and the candle we lit is in the middle of my screen. A text box below tells me to light it.

Of course my curiosity gets the best of me and I click it, lighting the digital candle. Messages start popping up. I notice the messages are between Jooyeon and that friend of his. His name is Jiseok. He asks Jooyeon about some girl. It makes my heart sting. He’s probably seeing my notes about him. I’m embarrassed because of all the dirty things I said, expecting no one to ever see it. One specific message pops up and stands out to me. ‘Her name is y/n, right?’ Jiseok said. The following message confirms I’m the one he’s talking about.

I feel a bit better to know he likes me, but he never mentioned anything inherently sexual about me. Thus when I hear him knocking on the door, I run and hide in Jungsu’s closet. I hear Jungsu gets up and goes to find Jooyeon. They’re just close enough for me to hear their conversation. Jungsu’s sleepy voice is confused.

“What is going on? It’s two in the morning, Joo!” He scolds our friend.

“I’m so sorry Jungsu. This is an emergency, though!” Jooyeon doesn’t sound angry or disgusted, but I can’t tell what he does feel.

“And how so?” Jungsu’s voice is more awake, and a bit sassy now.

“She likes me, and a lot!” His voice deepens and he draws out the words ‘a lot’. It sounds slightly sultry.

“Mhm, I kinda picked up on that. How’d you find out?” Jooyeon explains the entire situation which leaves Jungsu fully awake and in shock. It’s hard to listen to him talk about the things I’ve said in detail. I'm drowning in embarrassment. I wish I could disappear. I wish I didn't have to face any of this. I bury my head in my knees and hug my legs.

When I look back up, I'm in my room. Was I dreaming? I look around and all of my things are still gone. If it wasn't a dream, how'd I get here? I look and see it's still dark outside. The clock on my bedside says it's still two in the morning. What happened? I try to focus like I did last time. When I open my eyes again, I'm on my couch. I've already got a headache from the concentration, but I've gotta try it again just to confirm. I close my eyes one more time.

I try to focus like I did last time. When I open my eyes again, I'm on my couch. I've already got a headache from the concentration, but I've gotta try it again just to confirm. I close my eyes one more time, I try to focus on my kitchen, but thoughts of Jooyeon invade my mental clarity. Before I can back out, there I am, standing in front of Lee Jooyeon. I try to teleport back to my room, but he grabs my arms and sends a wave of electricity to me. It wasn’t metaphorical either. He locked me in place with an electric field.

His face is equally surprised and terrified. He lowers his hand and I swear I see lightning spark from his fingertips. Whatever either of us had in mind has been forgotten after realizing the effects of the shock. He moves his eyes from his hands to me.

“Are you ok?” He asks. That was his first concern? Not what just happened, but if I’m ok? I nod. I lift my hand up, curious to see if it’ll shock me to touch his hand. When our hands interlock, it doesn't hurt, but there’s a spark. His fingertips are rough from playing guitar, but his hands are warm against mine. Finally, we lock eyes. I swear I see something, I’m not sure if it’s the chemistry between us or the insane events of tonight, but I feel fated to him.

I grip his hand and shut my eyes. We end up in his bedroom. I push him down on the bed and climb on top of him.

“Not so fast now darling,” Jooyeon’s voice is low and flirty. He flips me over so he's now on top of me. He holds my arms above my head with an electric current. He smirks at his doings, seeing me unable to move by invisible forces.

“Cmon joo, please?”

“Please what?”

“Fuck meee,”

He smirks, pleased by my neediness. He wastes no time, his face disappears from my sight as he delves between my legs. His tongue is hot and wet against my slit. He sucks lightly, drinking in all of my fluids. I helplessly rut against his face to which he pulls away.

“Hold still.” He scolds me. His hands grip my thighs painfully hard. He lightly shocks me with his electricity. I do my best to hold still, but his tongue works wonders on my core. Before I can cum, he pulls away and sits me up. I obey him and let him put me into position. I'm on my knees, leaning forward with my front held up by the chains of electricity he has around my wrists.

"Think you can take me baby?" He whispers. His breath tickles my neck, leaving shivers running down my spine.

"Mhm" I say, but it comes out as more of a whimper than I'd like to admit. This seems to turn something in him as he seems more attuned to his instincts. He mounts me like some animal, pressing his length inside of me.

I groan at the way he fills me up. He's long and skinny, perfectly kissing my cervix. He doesn't allow much time for me to adjust before he starts moving. He doesn't go too fast though. His pace is fast enough to maintain the stimulation, but slow enough to feel every part of him in every part of me.

His arms trap me between him to hold himself up. Hot breath teases the back of my neck until his lips connect to my skin, kissing and biting at me. He bites down on my shoulder as he speeds up his thrusting. His moans vibrate through my flesh and bones. I feel he's getting close. He shifts his weight to his left arm, bringing the right to my clit and circling it in rhythm with his thrusts. I grow weak, my body taking control for me. My orgasm triggers his own, he pulls out just in time, stroking himself through his high and spurting ropes of cum on my back. Tiny shocks spread through my body, none of which are painful, but enough to overstimulate me.

Upon finishing, he releases me from his restraints. He lays beside me, exhausted from the moment we'd just shared. When he looks into my eyes, I swear I see a passionate glint of lightning in his gaze.

FOUND XH BINGOS ON INSTA

Credits to junhanxh on insta this was fun

How many I got for each (⭐ beside bingo)

⭐ Gunil: 14/25

⭐ Jungsu: 12/25

Gaon: 14/25

O.de: 10/25

Junhan: 9/25

Jooyeon: 12/25

Villains: 10/25

OCTOBER SCHEDULE

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Warnings: Lots of darker, more absurd themes. Each post will have its own warnings. Blood and smut is very common, but not in every one.

Requests: all requests are still open! See my guidelines.

01: THE BLOODSHED SERIES

Xdinary Heroes Series

several different bloody scenarios

tags! @zynz0 @seungseung-minmin

avg wc: 2k

10/1: Gaon x vampire!reader

10/3: werewolf!O.de x reader

10/5: nurse!Gunil x patient!reader

10/7: best friend!Jooyeon x reader

10/9: yandere!Junhan x yandere!reader

10/11: soulmate!Jungsu x reader

02: BAD CHEMICAL

Xdinary Heroes Fanfic: O.de

Using prisoners for medical experimentation was a common practice. However, it's not such a good idea to get ahead of yourself. Don't overestimate your measuring skills.

wc goal: 8k

10/13: Release

03: DEATH HAS ITS WONDERS

Enhypen Series: Riki

CHAPTER GUIDE

avg wc: 2300

10/11: Chapter 5

10/21: Finale

04: THE CROSSQUARTER DAYS

TXT Fanfic: Beomgyu

A Midsommar inspired piece

wc goal: 8k

10/21: Release

... More to come

THE HEROES AS DEFTONES SONGS

: i listen to instrumental vibes more than lyrics so they're more based off of that

: these interpretations of vibes are kinda depressing

Gunil: Rosemary

: this one feels like ashamed romance. Maybe even toxic. "You're bad for me but I need you"

Jungsu: Cherry Waves

: this one hurts, it feels like empty romance. Or tfw when you step back and finally observe the aftermath of something disasterous

Gaon: Knife Prty

: fun and full of energy, but you can sense there more than meets the eye

O.de: Rx Queen

: carefree, in the moment, "I know it'll end soon so let me enjoy it now" vibe

Junhan: Mascara

: feels equally sensual and devastating. Sexy inner conflict or wtv 😭

Jooyeon: Be Quiet and Drive

: out there and in your face. (In a good way obvs), feels very impuslive

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𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕍𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕞 | 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕤 𝕁𝕣

𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕤 (𝕁𝕐ℙ 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪) -λζπΨ - ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 :

ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕒𝕟𝕘 - ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕕𝕠𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕁𝕐ℙ 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖.

𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨 - 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠. ℍ𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕/𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝. 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤. 𝕄𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕦𝕤𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕤. 𝕎𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕡𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕚𝕟 - 𝕊𝕖𝕠 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕚𝕥𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕪𝕞 𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕥, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙.

𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟 - ℍ𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟. ℍ𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕐/ℕ 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕐𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖.

ℍ𝕒𝕟 - ℍ𝕒𝕟 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕡𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜. 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜, 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕟 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠, 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕡, 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥. ℍ𝕒𝕟 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕟.

𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩 - 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕠𝕜 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕓𝕪 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕐𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕠𝕜 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕦𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕘 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖. 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. ℍ𝕖’𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕚𝕟.

𝕜𝕚𝕞 𝕊𝔼𝕌ℕ𝔾𝕄𝕀ℕ - 𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤. ℍ𝕖’𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟, 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞, 𝕙𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥. 𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕛𝕖𝕣𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕠.

𝕀.ℕ - 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕡𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕀.ℕ 𝕠𝕣 𝕀𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕟𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥, 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣. 𝕁𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕓 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕘𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕦𝕡 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟 “𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪” 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨 “𝕄𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕪” 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥. 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕀ℕ 𝕚𝕤 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠’𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕨𝕠, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕁𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪.

𝔾𝕠𝕠 𝔾𝕦𝕟 𝕀𝕝 - 𝔾𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕝 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕠𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕛𝕠𝕔𝕜. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕤. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟‘𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝔾𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕝, 𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕪𝕞 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕛𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪.

𝕁𝕌ℕ𝔾𝕊𝕌 - 𝕂𝕚𝕞 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕦 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖. 𝕎𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕦 𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕙𝕠𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖.

𝕂𝕎𝔸𝕂 𝔾𝔸𝕆ℕ - 𝕂𝕨𝕒𝕜 𝕁𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕠𝕜 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝔾𝕒𝕠𝕟. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖. 𝔾𝕒𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕆𝕕.𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖(𝕆𝕕.𝕖) 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕁𝕐ℙ 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕥, 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕆𝕕.𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕨. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤.

𝕠.𝕕𝕖 - 𝕆𝕙 𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕤 𝕆.𝕕𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕘𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕦𝕡, 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕛𝕠𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪. 𝕆.𝕕𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕞 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕁𝕐ℙ 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪’𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕣.

𝕛𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕟 - ℍ𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕛𝕦𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕪 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕠 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜, 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕄𝕣. 𝕂𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞. 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕓𝕪 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙. ℕ𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖.

𝕁𝕆𝕆𝕐𝔼𝕆ℕ - 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕁𝕠𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕁𝕐ℙ 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪’𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕤𝕠.

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🎸─────TONIGHT IS ABOUT YOU | 4.5K — ONE-SHOT | MDNI | amidst a night of rekindled romance and sensual pleasure, you and gunil embrace each other’s desires, finding solace and excitement in your intense and heartfelt reunion. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER) REQUESTED

김정수──KIM JUNGSU. ( jungsu )

nothing yet, come back later!

곽지석──KWAK JISEOK. ( gaon )

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오승민──OH SEUNGMIN. ( o.de )

🎸─────CURIOUS PLEASURES | 3.9K — ONE-SHOT | MDNI | seungmin, intrigued yet apprehensive, tentatively asks you to explore new sexual experiences together after hearing about his coworkers' preferences. (GENDER NEUTRAL READER) REQUESTED

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이주연──LEE JOOYEON. ( jooyeon )

nothing yet, come back later!

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afjdkgnxhrgvxh i will never get over how good your writing is!!! and I definitely did not expect you to do both requests!!!

i also love all of the heroes, at this point i might as well ask for a fic for the rest of them… it could even be an ot6 fic if you like (but only if you’re comfortable and have the physical and mental capacity to do that, if not no worries!!)

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HI 🍀!! I'm so happy you enjoyed it!! Whenever I get more than one request in one message (or by the same person, for that matter), I always try to complete all of them if I can. I just don't like the feeling of doing things halfway. So, here you go!

Oh, I'd be so down to write for all of the members! For that, however, I might need a little more details on what you want for each of them. So if you can give me that, I'll be more than happy to get to work! (Just an FYI, if you request a threesome, I'd be down to write that as well if that's your cup of tea ── but I will only do it if it's just two members + reader; any more than that becomes overwhelming and difficult to write properly).

Also, a little tip! Since you're asking for OT6, I might take a little bit longer than I have so far. BUT! If you send me each member individually or send two or three per request, I might get around to writing them faster. It'll also help me with not posting six fics at the same time, or having them posted one per day since it can make my blog a little cluttered. If you can do any of these, I would really appreciate it!

Again, thank you so much for the support! Your requests genuinely make me so happy since they really allow me to indulge in writing pieces for our Heroes!!

❤️ THE PRICE OF PLEASURE ( xdinary heroes )

❛ When Jiseok and Jooyeon break your strict rule, you push the boundaries of your control and desire, navigating a thrilling interplay of discipline and pleasure as you mold their eager submission to your will.

𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐤 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 + female reader + 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 8.0k 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 32 mins

꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ Yet another amazing request made by the wonderful 🍀 Anon! This is probably the filthiest, things I've ever written. But I also feel like it's my absolute favorite! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: MDNI, oral (male and female receiving), brief m x m action, voyeurism, Jooyeon is a major brat, Jooyeon and Gaon are both submissive, Reader is a control-obsessed dom, she's also soft sometimes, Gaon gets pegged, handjob, begging, crying (not really, but kinda), lots and lots of teasing, let me know if I missed anything!

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 )

The familiar, rhythmic thud of your shoes hitting the floor echoed softly through the quiet apartment as you kicked them off, the sound oddly amplified in the stillness. A slight frown tugged at your lips, a whisper of confusion settling in as you took in the unexpected silence. Your home, usually alive with the vibrant energy of your boyfriends, was eerily calm, devoid of the usual symphony of laughter and banter that often greeted your return. It was odd, unsettling even, that this quiet was your welcome, especially since their shoes were already neatly lined by the door—a sign that they were home, yet nowhere to be seen.

With a gentle shrug, you slipped off your light jacket, the fabric brushing softly against your skin as you hung it on the coat rack. Your oversized work bag followed, its weight slipping from your shoulder with a familiar relief. As you stood there, the quiet pressing in around you, suspicion began to stir, a soft unease gnawing at the edges of your thoughts. Your gaze swept the room, searching for any sign of your lovers' presence, but the usual chaos they brought with them was conspicuously absent. The stillness felt like a lull before a storm, the kind of silence that Jiseok and Jooyeon could never maintain for long, especially when they were together, plotting their next mischievous escapade.

Faintly, like a whisper in the quiet, you caught the delicate sound of shuffling emanating from within your bedroom. The noise was subtle, almost hesitant, yet it pierced through the silence with a presence that demanded attention. Your eyes narrowed, suspicion flaring as you took in the unusual sight of your closed bedroom door—a rare occurrence in the sanctuary of your home. With a quiet resolve, you made your way toward the source of the sound, each step deliberate and silent as if the stillness of the apartment itself held its breath.

As you reached the door, your hand hesitated for the briefest moment before gently pushing it open. The scene that greeted you was one of raw, unapologetic intimacy, an almost obscene tableau that instantly commanded your full attention. There, perched at the edge of your shared bed, was Jooyeon, his slender frame glistening with a sheen of sweat. His head was thrown back in a wild surrender to pleasure, long strands of hair clinging to his damp, flushed skin, creating an image of untamed beauty. His face, scrunched up in ecstasy, betrayed the intense sensations coursing through him, every muscle in his body taut with the effort of holding on to the bliss that threatened to consume him.

Kneeling between Jooyeon’s trembling legs was Jiseok, his back turned to you, though the rhythmic bobbing of his head left no doubt about the intimate service he was providing. The sight of them together, lost in their own world of pleasure, was a potent mix of annoyance and arousal, each emotion vying for dominance within you. The lewd, wet sounds that filled the air only intensified the storm brewing inside, sending an intoxicating rush of heat through your veins. It was a moment suspended in time, one that held you captive, torn between the urge to interrupt and the desire to watch their passion unfold.

Deciding not to disturb their passionate moment, you chose instead to lean casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over your chest. There was a certain thrill in observing them unnoticed, your gaze sharp and unyielding as it fixed upon the scene unfolding before you. Curiosity sparked within, urging you to see just how long it would take for them to sense the weight of your stare, to feel the intensity of your presence as you watched, silent and unmoving.

Yet, as the seconds ticked by, that initial thrill began to sour, replaced by a simmering annoyance that crept into your chest. The longer you stood there, the more your irritation grew, gnawing at the edges of your patience. You had set rules for a reason—clear, firm boundaries that all of you had agreed upon, understanding the importance of maintaining balance within your dynamic. One of those rules was simple, yet essential: neither of them was allowed to indulge in pleasure without your explicit permission, particularly when you had made your desires known. You had been crystal clear, even taking the time to send a message in the group chat before leaving work, outlining exactly how you wanted them.

But as you stood there, a sudden realization struck you with infuriating clarity. Technically, they weren’t breaking any rules, and the thought sent a fresh wave of irritation coursing through you. You could vividly recall the exact phrasing you had used: "Neither of you can give yourselves pleasure without my explicit permission, especially if I tell you that I want you beforehand." The loophole they had exploited now seemed glaringly obvious, and a bitter scoff nearly escaped your lips. They weren't seeking pleasure from themselves but from each other—a clever, if maddening, twist on your words.

The knowledge that they had found a way around your rule, skirting the edges of defiance while technically staying within the bounds you had set, only fueled your growing annoyance. Yet, beneath that annoyance, there was a grudging admiration for their audacity, for the way they had turned your own rule against you. It was a delicate dance of power and submission, one that you were determined to reclaim control over, even as you continued to watch, the silence between you heavy with unspoken tension.

As if finally attuned to the simmering tension in the room, Jooyeon’s pleasure-clouded eyes fluttered open, locking onto your unyielding stare. For a brief moment, his gaze remained unfocused, lost in the haze of the moment, but then recognition dawned, widening his eyes in a sudden panic. In a frantic rush, he pushed Jiseok away, his movements clumsy with urgency. Jiseok, still caught in the throes of their intimacy, mumbled something unintelligible, his voice muffled by the lingering taste of Jooyeon's desire. It wasn’t until he followed Jooyeon’s gaze that the gravity of the situation fully hit him. His own eyes went wide, a deep flush of anxiety spreading across his face, the earlier confidence replaced by a palpable unease.

Despite the tumultuous swirl of emotions churning within you, you maintained a veneer of calm as you slowly pushed yourself off the doorframe. Your movements were deliberate, calculated, as you made your way to a plush chair nestled in the furthest corner of the room. The sharp edge in your voice betrayed the storm beneath your composed exterior as you spoke, “Don’t let me interrupt your fun,” you said, the words slicing through the thick silence like a blade. 

Settling into the chair with an elegance that belied the intensity of the moment, you crossed one leg over the other, the smooth motion a stark contrast to the charged atmosphere. Your fingers intertwined with a practiced grace, resting casually on your lap, though there was nothing casual about the undercurrent of displeasure in your tone. "Clearly, I’m not needed here," you continued, the bitterness in your words hanging in the air like a challenge, daring them to refute it. The room seemed to shrink under the weight of your presence, the earlier intimacy now overshadowed by the unspoken tension that filled the space between you.

While Jiseok, ever the more submissive of the two, began to pathetically crawl across the floor toward you, his movements were slow and deliberate, as if each inch he gained was a testament to his regret. When he finally reached you, he positioned himself on his knees, his arms wrapping around your legs in a desperate embrace. His head bowed low, resting against your lap, he mumbled a stream of breathless apologies, each word laced with a whine that betrayed his mounting anxiety. His voice was a soft, trembling plea for forgiveness, and though his presence was tangible, your gaze remained fixed elsewhere.

Your attention was locked on Jooyeon, whose unwavering stare met yours with a defiant glint. His eyes, dark and challenging, held none of the remorse that Jiseok so readily displayed. Instead, there was a boldness in his gaze, a spark of rebellion that was all too familiar. It wasn’t unexpected—Jooyeon had always possessed an uncanny ability to push your limits, a relentless determination to test your patience at every turn. The smirk tugging at the corner of his lips was a silent taunt, an invitation to the game he so loved to play. 

He knew you too well, knew precisely which buttons to press and when to press them. It was a dance you had performed countless times before, each step choreographed with an intimacy that came from understanding the deepest corners of each other's minds. Yet, despite knowing how the game would play out, despite the simmering frustration that he always managed to evoke within you, there was a part of you that couldn't help but admire his audacity. It was infuriating, maddening even, but there was also something intoxicating about the way he challenged you, the way he thrived on eliciting a reaction.

Jooyeon's defiance was a fire that refused to be extinguished, a flame that burned with a heat that could either consume or ignite something within you. And as you stared into his eyes, a silent battle waging between the two of you, the familiar thrill of the challenge began to stir within your chest, mingling with the annoyance that his stubbornness always managed to evoke. It was a complex dance of power and submission, one that neither of you were willing to lose.

“Please,” Jiseok’s voice quivered with desperation, his fingers curling around the hem of your shirt as if clinging to a lifeline. His plea was laced with a raw vulnerability, an attempt to capture your attention, to divert your gaze from the other boy who remained rooted in defiant stillness. For a long moment, you ignored him, your eyes fixed on Jooyeon, who hadn't moved an inch. But eventually, the pitiful weight of Jiseok’s words pulled you down to him, your gaze dropping to meet his flushed, guilt-ridden face. His cheeks were stained a deep crimson, the color of shame, and his eyes glistened with regret that bordered on desperation.

“I told Jooyeon it wasn’t a good idea, but he still made me do it,” Jiseok murmured, his voice wavering as he sought to absolve himself, to shift the blame onto the unyielding figure across the room. His words, however, were met with a sharp scoff from Jooyeon, who rolled his eyes with a mixture of disdain and amusement. The smirk that played on his lips was almost cruel in its satisfaction as he cut through Jiseok’s attempt at innocence with biting clarity.

“Don’t act all innocent, Ji. You weren’t too hard to convince,” Jooyeon’s voice dripped with mocking amusement, the casual dismissal of Jiseok’s plea only deepening the tension in the room. Your eyes narrowed, fixing on Jiseok, who recoiled slightly under your scrutinizing gaze. The groveling man at your feet cast a quick, venomous glare in Jooyeon’s direction before returning his pleading eyes to you, a silent appeal for mercy.

The sight of them, one defiant and the other groveling, was almost too much to bear. You could almost laugh at the absurdity of it all—the way Jiseok's desperate attempts to escape blame were so easily dismantled by Jooyeon’s unrelenting honesty. Yet, you held back, determined to maintain your composure. With a deliberate, gentle firmness, you pushed Jiseok away, his fingers slipping from your shirt as you created a space between your bodies. The movement was final, a quiet assertion of your control, a reminder that you would not be swayed by pitiful apologies or manipulative tactics.

“Did you not hear what I just said?” Your voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp and unwavering. You raised an eyebrow, your gaze flickering between the two men, each of them a stark contrast to the other in their response. Jooyeon, ever the defiant one, met your challenge with a smirk that played at the corners of his lips. He shifted his weight, leaning back onto his elbows with a casual arrogance, his eyes drifting lazily toward Jiseok as if the entire situation were nothing more than an amusing game.

Jiseok, in stark contrast, remained at your feet, his frown deepening as he absorbed the weight of your words. The air between you all was thick with unspoken tension, the power dynamic shifting and settling as you held their gazes, one after the other. Jooyeon’s smirk widened, his expression one of almost mocking confidence as he finally broke the silence, his voice laced with a taunting edge.

You let the silence hang for a beat, your patience wearing thin. “Don’t let me interrupt your fun,” you added, the words laced with a subtle yet unmistakable edge. Your gaze remained steady, shifting between them, watching their reactions with a mixture of frustration and control. The defiance in Jooyeon’s posture only seemed to grow stronger under your scrutiny, while Jiseok’s frown deepened, his eyes flickering with unease. 

The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension, each of you aware of the delicate balance of power at play. Your words, though calmly spoken, carried an undercurrent of authority that left no room for misinterpretation.

Jiseok resumed his position at your feet, his fingers trembling slightly as they fisted the hem of your shirt once more. His bottom lip jutted out in a desperate pout, the very picture of contrition. As you gazed down at him, his remorse was palpable, almost tangible in the way his eyes pleaded for forgiveness. The sight of him, so earnestly regretful, caused something within you to soften, a crack in the armor of your stern resolve.

Yet, you knew better than to let that moment of tenderness sway your judgment. Judging by the way Jooyeon had reacted to your earlier command to continue with his naughty activities, you understood that simply ordering them to proceed wouldn’t serve as the true punishment Jooyeon needed. He thrived on defiance, on pushing boundaries, and you were all too aware that he wouldn’t be so easily subdued. 

With a gentle sigh, you leaned back into your seat, allowing your expression to shift from stern to sympathetic as your focus returned to the older boy at your feet. The transformation was subtle yet deliberate, a calculated move meant to comfort Jiseok, whose guilt was as evident as the tears brimming in his eyes. Your index finger curled beneath his chin, tilting his face upward to meet your gaze. The touch was soft, almost tender, and your thumb traced the contour of his chin with a gentleness that belied the authority you wielded.

“Do you feel guilty, Ji?” you cooed, your voice a soothing balm against the tension that still lingered in the air. 

His response was immediate, his head nodding with such fervor that it almost seemed frantic. “So, so sorry!” he gasped, his voice a breathless plea, and you could see the sliver of hope flickering in his eyes at your sudden change in demeanor.

The shift in your tone and touch was deliberate, designed to draw him closer, to offer him a glimpse of redemption. The power dynamic was clear, but in this moment, it was laced with a tenderness that made Jiseok’s heart swell with a desperate need to earn back your favor. And as you looked into his eyes, you could see that your calculated change in approach had taken its desired effect, planting the seed of hope within him while still maintaining the control you so deftly wielded.

“Hmmm,” you murmur thoughtfully, your voice a soft, velvety purr as you release Jiseok’s face from your gentle hold. Your fingers linger for a moment, caressing his skin with a lingering warmth that belied the sternness in your gaze. “If you show me just how sorry you are—by pleasuring me properly, eating me with the devotion I deserve—I might just consider showing you a bit of mercy. Does that sound fair, baby?”

Jiseok’s eyes widened, a glimmer of eager anticipation flashing in their depths. His excitement is almost palpable as he nods vigorously, his expression one of hopeful desperation. Without hesitation, he begins his task, his hands trembling slightly as he grips the waistband of your pants and underwear. With your assistance, he pulls the fabric down to your ankles, his movements urgent and precise.

Once you’ve kicked off the restrictive garments, a sigh escapes your lips, a sound of both relief and satisfaction. You stretch out your legs, opening them with a deliberate and inviting ease, presenting yourself to your eager lover. The warm glow of the nightstand lamps casts a golden sheen over your exposed core, highlighting the glistening wetness that betrays your arousal. The soft light creates a shimmering effect, making your desire all the more visible and enticing.

You catch the subtle, involuntary swallow that ripples through Jooyeon’s throat as he watches the scene unfold, his gaze fixed intently on the sight before him. His reaction is immediate, a clear indication of the effect the display has on him. The moment Jiseok’s eyes fall upon your aroused core, he emits a low, reverent moan, the sound reverberating with a mixture of lust and devotion. The interplay of your body’s response and Jiseok’s eager obedience creates a charged atmosphere, one that only serves to heighten the tension and excitement in the room.

Jiseok didn’t hesitate for a moment, his lips moving with an urgent, fervent need as he traced a path of wet, eager kisses up your inner thighs. Each kiss was imbued with a desperate longing, a tactile promise of the pleasure that awaited. The sensation of his lips against your sensitive skin sent a thrilling jolt of anticipation straight into your abdomen, making your heartbeat quicken with fervor.

When his lips finally reached your aching core, he paused for a brief, tantalizing moment, inhaling the intoxicating, familiar scent of your arousal. The air seemed to crackle with charged energy as he savored the moment, his breath warm and teasing against your skin. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he pressed a soft, reverent kiss onto your sensitive folds. The simple, yet profound contact elicited a shuddered gasp from you, a sound that seemed to resonate deeply within him, filling him with a sense of satisfaction and boldness.

Spurred on by your reaction, Jiseok’s tongue emerged, expertly gliding between your folds with a practiced, skilled touch. The sensation was electric, a wave of intense pleasure that made your fingers instinctively curl into his hair, gripping him tightly. The pressure of your touch was a firm reminder of who held the reins, a detail that elicited a delicious, vibrating moan from Jiseok. The sound reverberated through your core, amplifying the pleasure and creating a symphony of sensations that left you craving more.

Having Jiseok in this submissive, eager state was pure bliss—his compliance and desperation to please made every moment feel like a heavenly indulgence. His willingness to cater to your desires, his every action steeped in devotion and need, transformed the experience into something both transcendent and intimately fulfilling.

After a few moments of surrendering to the intoxicating pleasure Jiseok’s exquisite mouth was bestowing upon you, you reluctantly shifted your gaze toward your other, more rebellious lover. The sight that met your eyes was both captivating and gratifying—Jooyeon, breathless and visibly disheveled, was gripping the bedsheets with such intensity that his knuckles had turned a stark, ghostly white. The raw desperation etched on his face sent a shiver of dark satisfaction coursing through your veins.

You allowed a smirk to curl at the corners of your lips, a reflection of the wicked pleasure you took in his discomfiture. The dark gleam in your eyes only seemed to heighten his arousal, and you could see the effect it had on him. The twitch of his length was unmistakable, a physical testament to the intense frustration and yearning that had been stoked by your presence and actions.

It dawned on you then that his own pleasure had been sharply interrupted by your control, leaving him in a state of aching need. The realization brought a dark, amused chuckle to your lips, a sound that was both cruel and deeply satisfying. The thought that his own arousal was teetering on the edge of painful necessity was a delicious detail you couldn’t help but relish. Each twitch and shudder of his body was a testament to your dominance, a reminder of just how effectively you could manipulate and captivate him.

A surprising jolt of pleasure suddenly pulls your focus away from Jooyeon, drawing your attention back to Jiseok. A moan escapes your lips, filled with both surprise and delight, as you become acutely aware of his expert touch. Jiseok’s fingertips, deft and determined, trace gentle circles over your sensitive nub, while his tongue thrusts rhythmically in and out of your sopping core. His eyes, locked onto your face, gleam with a quiet pride, a testament to his satisfaction in his performance.

Unable to contain your tender response, you smile gently at him, your expression softening with affection. You move the hand that had been resting in his hair to cup his cheek, your thumb caressing him with a tenderness that contrasts the intensity of the moment. At your touch, Jiseok leans into your hand, his body vibrating with a contented hum that resonates through your core. The sensation of his submission and his willingness to please you fills your heart with an overwhelming, indescribable affection.

Despite his habitual mischief, Jiseok was always remarkably attentive when it mattered most. The realization of his devotion intensifies with each stroke of his tongue against the sensitive spot within you, pushing you to a new peak of pleasure. The thought of his unwavering care, despite his playful nature, amplifies your desire. As his tongue finds that sweet, sensitive spot once more, another moan escapes you, and you tighten your grip on his hair, urging him deeper into your pleasure. The combination of his devoted touch and your commanding presence creates a profound sense of intimacy and connection, one that transcends the physical and speaks to the core of your bond.

Jooyeon’s voice abruptly sliced through the bubble of pleasure enveloping you, his tone cracking with a desperate need that belied his attempt at nonchalance. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on the arch of your back, each shudder of pleasure that coursed through you a vivid display of your intense enjoyment. He clutched the sheets beneath him with a fierce grip, as if they were a lifeline holding him in place. You couldn’t help but marvel at his endurance, the way he had resisted the urge to touch himself despite the tormenting frustration. It was a feat that both intrigued and impressed you, though you had no intention of voicing your admiration.

Your gaze flickered toward him, though the image before you was slightly blurred by the overwhelming bliss Jiseok was bestowing upon you. “I’m sorry,” Jooyeon repeated, his voice trembling with raw desperation. This time, the veneer of composure was gone, stripped away by the intensity of his need. As you rolled your hips against Jiseok’s face, using his hair to keep him securely in place, Jooyeon’s eyes grew darker, reflecting a potent mix of longing and frustration.

Jiseok, seemingly lost in the haze of his own desire, groaned deeply into your core, the sound vibrating through you and sending another wave of ecstatic pleasure that left you gasping for breath. His focus remained fixed on you, almost as if Jooyeon’s presence had faded into the background of his single-minded devotion.

When you remained silent in response to Jooyeon’s repeated apologies, he insisted with a fervent plea, “I won’t do it again, I promise.” The desperation in his voice was palpable, the feeling of exclusion starting to gnaw at him just as you had intended. The sight of him, so vulnerable and yearning, was a stark contrast to the pleasure Jiseok continued to deliver, adding another layer of intense satisfaction to the scene unfolding before you.

“No,” you pant, your breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts as you lick your lips, the taste of desire lingering on your tongue. Your senses are acutely tuned to the sensations enveloping you; you can feel the sweat that has formed a slick sheen over your body, glistening almost sensually under the soft, amber glow of the nightstand lamps. These lamps cast a warm, inviting light across the otherwise darkened expanse of your bedroom, creating an intimate cocoon that frames the scene with a seductive allure.

Your gaze remains fixed on Jooyeon’s eyes, now clouded with a mixture of longing and frustration. He pants softly, his breaths uneven as he watches the unfolding scene with an almost entranced expression. As you teeter on the precipice of climax, the tightening in your lower abdomen grows almost unbearable. “It’s too late to apologize now, Joo,” you manage to murmur through your heightened pleasure, your voice quivering with the effort to maintain control.

A sharp inhale escapes you as Jiseok’s fingers dig into your thighs, his nails pressing into your soft skin with a possessive grip meant to keep you firmly in place. Momentarily distracted by the intensity of his touch, you reach for his wrists with both hands, holding them with a firm grip as you cast him a warning glare. He should know better than to assume any form of control at this moment; not to mention, you rarely enjoyed the sensation of being confined.

Jiseok’s eyes flicker with a silent apology, a wordless acknowledgment of your unspoken command. Once you see the understanding in his gaze, you release his wrists, allowing your hands to return to his hair. With renewed focus, you guide him back to your core, trapping his head in a vice of pleasure. The intimate connection between you both is palpable, a dance of control and surrender that continues to heighten the ecstasy of the moment.

Your gaze shifted once more, catching Jooyeon leaning forward with renewed intensity, his posture straightening in a futile attempt to catch a better glimpse of your aching core as it lay exposed over Jiseok’s head. A sharp, almost cruel snort escaped you, the sound dripping with mockery. “You should have taken a page from your older brother’s book when you had the chance,” you taunted, your voice edged with a playful disdain as you observed Jooyeon’s sulking reaction to your words. “Now, you’ll have to wait until he’s finished eating his dinner before I deal with you.”

As another moan erupted from your lips—a primal, guttural sound that hung heavily in the air—you began to assert control over the rhythm, your thighs clenching around Jiseok’s head with a firm, possessive grip. Your hips moved with a desperate, relentless pace, rolling back and forth with an urgent, almost frenzied rhythm. The vibrations of Jiseok’s own moans and groans reverberated through you, amplifying the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

With a final, shuddering groan that punctuated your climax, you allowed the intense waves of euphoria to envelop you. Slowly, you adjusted the pace, easing into a more languid rhythm as you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasm. Eventually, you released Jiseok from your iron grip, his head slipping free from between your thighs.

He didn’t retreat immediately. Instead, he lingered, his lips pressing a firm yet tender kiss onto your highly sensitive core, which elicited a slight flinch from you. Despite the delicate sensation, you managed a tired smile in response, your breath coming in heavy, ragged bursts as you leaned back into your seat, savoring the residual echoes of your pleasure.

The sound of Jooyeon’s moans, mingled with the sight of his desperate gaze, registered in the periphery of your consciousness as you briefly closed your eyes. You took a moment to bask in the relief that Jiseok, ever the attentive lover, had provided to your once-aching arousal. The pleasure had been both intense and satisfying, a balm to the tension that had built up throughout your demanding day at work.

Yet, you didn’t let yourself linger in this moment of indulgence for too long. The awareness of what needed to be done next urged you to refocus. Once your breathing had steadied, your eyes fluttered open, and you straightened up, positioning yourself to face your lovers with renewed determination.

Jiseok remained on the floor before you, now seated with a look of serene satisfaction on his face. He was diligently engaged in cleaning your sticky arousal from his face, his tongue working with practiced precision. The sight of his dedication only heightened your sense of control and satisfaction.

Across the room, Jooyeon was a study in frustrated yearning. His thighs rubbed together in a subtle, almost desperate search for friction, his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of envy and longing. The expression on his face was almost palpable, an unspoken plea for attention. You couldn't help but let out a dark, amused laugh at the contrast between Jiseok’s contented diligence and Jooyeon’s evident jealousy. The dynamic between the two was both intoxicating and thrilling, adding another layer of complexity to the scene before you.

You steadied yourself, carefully concealing the tremor in your legs from the recent climax, unwilling to let even a hint of vulnerability disrupt the commanding presence you needed to maintain. The image you projected was crucial for the next phase of your plan, one that was designed to bring your bratty, rebellious lover, Jooyeon, to his knees in submission—just as you intended. While Jooyeon had mastered the art of pushing your buttons, you, too, had accumulated a repertoire of strategies throughout your time with both him and Jiseok.

A smirk curled at the corners of your lips as this thought crossed your mind, a glimmer of mischief dancing in your eyes. You moved with deliberate grace, passing by Jiseok, who continued his focused task with a look of serene satisfaction. Your path led directly to the nightstand on your side of the expansive bed, where a carefully curated collection of sensual toys awaited. The gleam of anticipation in your gaze reflected off the polished surface of the nightstand as you approached, each item meticulously arranged to cater to your desires.

The nightstand’s contents were a testament to your intricate understanding of pleasure and control, each piece chosen to further your goals of domination and indulgence. As you reached for the drawer, the soft click of its opening echoed through the room, adding a layer of expectation to the already charged atmosphere.

You could feel their gazes burning into your skin, each pair of eyes following your every movement with a palpable intensity. Yet, you remained unperturbed, your focus entirely on the task at hand. With deliberate precision, you retrieved the harnesses of your strap, your fingers moving with practiced ease. The ritual of preparation was almost meditative, each action underscoring your dominance and control.

Once the harness was secured in place, you methodically sifted through your collection before finding what you were looking for: Jiseok's favorite dildo. The bright blue silicone toy, vivid and unmistakable, emerged from the drawer. The sight of it elicited a giddy gasp from Jiseok, a sound that was quickly followed by Jooyeon’s mocking snort. The derisive noise only served to widen your smirk, a silent promise of what was to come. You knew Jooyeon’s bravado would soon crumble, but you kept this insight to yourself, letting the anticipation build.

With practiced movements, you secured the toy onto the strap, the click of the mechanism echoing softly in the room. You retrieved a half-empty bottle of lube and tossed it onto the bed with a casual flick of your wrist. Amidst the array of items, you unearthed two pairs of handcuffs from the very bottom of the drawer, a rarely used accessory that now seemed perfectly suited for your purpose. You held them up with a faint smirk, their cold metal glinting under the dim light.

A voice, dazed with anticipation, broke the charged silence. “Are you tying me up?” Jiseok’s voice was closer than before, and you turned to see him resting on the bed behind Jooyeon, his eyes alight with excitement. You chuckled softly at the eagerness evident in his expression, shaking your head as you retrieved a black blindfold from the drawer. The soft rustle of fabric was the only sound as you closed the drawer, tossing the handcuffs and blindfold onto the bed with casual grace.

“Our dear Joo hasn’t been behaving well, remember?” Your voice was a silk thread of menace woven with amusement. Jiseok’s eyes widened as the implications of your words sank in, his gaze shifting to meet Jooyeon’s. Despite the undercurrent of anxiety, there was an undeniable spark of thrill in Jooyeon’s eyes, a fleeting but telling sign of the complex mix of emotions stirring within him.

After taking a final inventory of the items you had meticulously prepared, you positioned yourself before Jooyeon. The room was thick with anticipation as you stood with an air of authority, your hands confidently resting on your hips. The strap, securely fastened and perfectly aligned, hovered enticingly at the level of Jooyeon’s mouth.

Jooyeon gazed up at you, a picture of almost vulnerable apprehension. His eyes, though defiant, betrayed a flicker of unease as they tracked the motion of your strap. Behind him, Jiseok’s head emerged, his eyes wide with a mixture of eagerness and longing, reflecting the soft glow of the room’s lighting.

When Jooyeon remained motionless and silent, you couldn’t suppress a playful smirk. You raised an eyebrow in mock surprise, the gesture both questioning and taunting. “Oh, Joo,” you chided with a tone dripping in feigned disapproval. You shook your head lightly, the movement deliberate and filled with a touch of disappointment. “Are you really going to make me do all the work? I thought you were sorry.”

Your words were laced with clear mockery, and the way Jooyeon’s eyes narrowed subtly in response confirmed that he had picked up on your teasing. The room's atmosphere was charged with the tension of your challenge, each breath and glance heightening the sense of anticipation and control.

Given Jooyeon’s persistent stubbornness, you let out a resigned sigh, signaling Jiseok to assist you in guiding Jooyeon deeper onto the expansive mattress. Jooyeon, showing no resistance to the shift, allowed himself to be maneuvered into position. You ensured he was properly angled against the cool metal bars of the headboard, which elicited a faint wince from him as the chill of the contact met his skin.

Ignoring the fleeting reaction, you proceeded with practiced precision. You handed Jiseok one of the handcuffs, the cold metal gleaming in the dim light, while you retained the other. With swift, deliberate movements, you secured Jooyeon’s wrist to the headboard, the clink of the cuffs breaking the room's heavy silence. As you completed the task, you deftly placed the blindfold over Jooyeon’s eyes, his vision swallowed by the soft, dark fabric. The blindfold, with its promise of obscurity, heightened the anticipation of the moment.

Jiseok, finding the scenario both entertaining and gratifying, let out a light-hearted giggle. His amusement was palpable, a sharp contrast to Jooyeon's subdued state. Following your subtle command, Jiseok positioned himself beneath Jooyeon's bent legs with eager compliance, a reflection of his own excitement.

Turning your gaze back to Jooyeon, you let your voice carry a blend of authority and curiosity. “Joo,” you began, your tone both commanding and contemplative. “You apologized to me earlier. What was it you were apologizing for, hmm?” The question hung in the air, a tantalizing blend of reprimand and intrigue, as you awaited his response.

At your question, Jooyeon huffed in exasperation, the sound betraying his simmering frustration. His arousal, already a deep, agonized red, leaked persistently, the tip glistening with the evidence of his prolonged neglect. It was clear how desperately he had been yearning for release, having restrained himself in hopes of finding favor with you through his own unique, if misguided, penitence.

A flicker of sympathy might have crossed your mind, recognizing the restraint he had exercised. It was evident how much self-discipline it had taken for him to refrain from touching himself, despite the visual and auditory cues of your pleasure. Yet, your resolve remained steadfast as you waited for his response, your demeanor unwavering and authoritative.

With a measured motion, you squeezed a generous amount of lube onto your hand, the slick, cool substance glistening under the soft illumination of the room. You stroked your silicone length with deliberate, smooth motions, the sensation sending a shiver of anticipation through you. The rhythmic motion of your hand was met with a shuddering breath from Jooyeon, his blindfolded eyes unable to witness the source of his torment.

"I'm sorry," he finally gasped, his voice breaking under the weight of his emotions. "I was sorry for breaking your rule. I—I was being a brat." His words were choked with a mixture of regret and desperation, the sound of his voice mingling with the slick sounds of your movements.

A satisfied hum escaped your lips, the sound a testament to his confession meeting your expectations. You applied another generous amount of lube, this time to your index and middle fingers, preparing them for what was to come. With a silent nod towards Jiseok, who eagerly complied, you watched as he spread his legs wide, presenting himself with an eager readiness that mirrored his excitement.

“Hmm,” you mused aloud, your fingers hovering tantalizingly close to Jiseok’s entrance. The anticipation in the room was palpable, a shimmering thread of tension binding everyone present. Jiseok quivered beneath you, his body trembling with eagerness, while Jooyeon, bound and blindfolded, writhed restlessly against the confines of his restraints.

Your fingers, poised with a deliberate slowness, lingered just at the edge of Jiseok’s entrance. The air was thick with expectancy, each breath drawn in sharp, shivering gasps. Jooyeon, his senses heightened by the blindfold, could only guess at what was to come. The sound of his shallow breathing and the restless shifting of his bound form spoke volumes of his eagerness.

“No,” Jooyeon’s voice was a desperate whisper, his head shaking in frantic agreement. “No, I won’t do it again.” His words came out in hurried breaths, a mixture of surrender and pleading lacing his tone. The intensity of his response was matched only by the fervent anticipation emanating from Jiseok, who continued to tremble beneath your careful touch.

Satisfied with Jooyeon's desperate response, you finally yielded to Jiseok’s eager pleas. Slowly, deliberately, you began to insert your index finger into Jiseok’s warm, inviting entrance. The sensation was exquisite, the tightness enveloping your finger as Jiseok emitted a guttural, primal moan that resonated with pure, unrestrained pleasure. You paused for a moment, allowing him to adjust to the intrusion, savoring the way his body tensed and then relaxed in response.

Your attention drifted to Jooyeon, who squirmed restlessly against the headboard, his hips lifting in a desperate, silent plea. The blindfold covering his eyes rendered him unaware of the intimate scene unfolding right before him, intensifying his frustration. A cruel, mocking smile curled on your lips as you watched his futile attempts to seek out the touch he craved so badly. His blindfolded eyes fluttered, and his body writhed in vain.

You began a slow, rhythmic motion, your finger moving in and out of Jiseok with deliberate care. Each thrust drew soft, breathy whimpers from Jiseok, turning him into a trembling mess of pleasure. Meanwhile, Jooyeon’s frustration grew palpable, his jealousy a stark contrast to the pleasure Jiseok was receiving. 

With a hint of mockery in your voice, you leaned closer to Jooyeon, who could only hear the sound of your voice and the relentless moans of Jiseok. “Aw, baby,” you cooed, dripping with sarcasm. “Did you really think I would give you what you wanted so easily after the stunt you pulled?” The tone of your voice was both taunting and authoritative, ensuring Jooyeon felt every ounce of the frustration you intended to impart.

Jooyeon finally broke the silence with a pitiful whine that seemed to escape from deep within him, the sound stretching and echoing through the room as if it had been held captive for an eternity. His hips shifted restlessly, seeking out your touch in vain, but he could only fumble in frustration, unable to find the relief he so desperately craved.

Meanwhile, you had slid your middle finger into Jiseok’s tight, welcoming entrance, the additional intrusion causing him to shudder in heightened ecstasy. His moans grew louder, more intense, each sound a testament to the pleasure you were bestowing upon him. The contrast between Jiseok’s blissful surrender and Jooyeon’s growing frustration was striking, almost painterly in its stark divergence. It was a tableau of sensory extremes that you found almost intoxicating—so vivid, so compelling that you wished you could etch it permanently behind your eyelids.

“That’s not fair!” Jooyeon’s voice pierced the air, slightly shriller than usual, laced with a mix of desperation and indignation. “I apologized! I apologized many times!” Even though the blindfold shielded his eyes, you could almost see the frustration etched into his features, the crinkle of his brows and the relentless squirming of his restrained body.

The room was filled with the slick, obscene sounds of your lubed fingers working within Jiseok, the rhythmic, wet noises a stark contrast to Jooyeon’s pained, futile attempts to find solace. Each sound seemed to amplify Jooyeon’s discomfort, his length twitching in response to the overwhelming mix of envy and unfulfilled desire. You could hardly contain a dark chuckle, your amusement palpable as you reveled in his distress, savoring the sight of his suffering as he continued to be left wanting.

Gradually, your gaze shifted towards Jiseok, who lay beneath you, flushed a deep, fervent crimson from the intensity of the minimal stimulation he had already received. His body was a canvas of shimmering sweat and eager anticipation. With a voice that was a gentle contrast to the sharpness you had shown Jooyeon, you asked, “Do you think you’re ready, baby? Can you take me now?”

Jiseok’s response was a frantic nod, his legs curling around your waist in a desperate attempt to draw you closer to where he craved you the most. His movements were filled with an urgency that matched his need. However, you pulled your fingers out of him with deliberate slowness, gently unlocking his legs from around you. His whimper of disappointment was almost a silent plea, a sound that tugged at the edges of your satisfaction.

You guided him onto his stomach with a soft, yet firm motion, his compliance immediate and obedient. As he settled beneath you, you draped yourself over his slick, heated body, savoring the intimate contact. To intensify Jooyeon’s torment, you carefully repositioned Jiseok’s hands so they gripped Jooyeon’s ankles, a gesture of silent command. The slight pressure you applied to his wrists was a clear, unspoken instruction to keep them firmly in place.

With a slow, deliberate motion, you finally pushed your strap into Jiseok’s yearning entrance. His moan, raw and unrestrained, was the loudest you had heard throughout the evening. The sound was a heady mix of pleasure and relief, and you had barely begun to move. The thought swelled your ego, a silent triumph that danced across your features as you watched Jooyeon’s escalating frustration.

Jooyeon thrashed against his restraints, his pleas and apologies, a chaotic blend of desperation. “It hurts,” he cried, his voice breaking with the weight of his need. “Please, it hurts so much. I’m sorry, please!” His incoherent babbling and fervent promises of never repeating his misstep only served to deepen your satisfaction, his desperation a stark contrast to the pleasure you were bestowing upon Jiseok.

After a lingering moment in which you savored the sight of Jooyeon collapsing under the weight of his own frustration, you decided to extend your reach. Your fingers, slick with remnants of dry lube, moved deliberately towards his aching, neglected length. The moment your hand made contact, Jooyeon released a relieved sob, his hips instinctively thrusting into your touch, desperate for the attention he had been deprived of for so long.

The sound of his reaction elicited a genuine chuckle from you, a soft contrast to the earlier cruelty that had colored your interactions. As you continued to stroke him, your touch infused with a tenderness that belied the harshness of the earlier moments, you felt a surge of genuine endearment towards him. You let the pace of your hips gradually quicken, each thrust causing Jiseok’s trembling form to jolt in sync, his moans and whimpers barely a murmur against the overwhelming symphony of pleasure filling the room.

The scene was intoxicating, a vivid tableau of sensual surrender and trust. Both of your lovers were lost in their own realms of ecstasy, unraveling completely at your touch. They lay exposed, their deepest vulnerabilities laid bare before you, their trust in you evident in their complete submission. It was an honor so profound that words would fail to capture its essence. Instead, you chose to express your appreciation through this intimate exchange, allowing them to reveal their rawest selves in the hope that you would tend to their needs with the care and devotion they craved.

Given the intensity of their prolonged arousal, it was no surprise when you felt Jooyeon’s length twitch uncontrollably, a testament to the desperate pleasure you were bestowing upon him. His whines and groans, long stifled, now spilled forth in a chorus of longing. Simultaneously, Jiseok’s moans grew more frequent and pitched, a high, trembling note of his own impending release. Both of them, on the precipice of their climax, were eagerly pushing their needy forms against you, their bodies seeking the final, elusive touch that would drive them to the edge.

The effort you were putting into their pleasure had begun to weigh on you, a dull ache settling into your muscles from the relentless movements. Yet, the sight and sounds of their need kept you going, your resolve unwavering as you continued to give them what they craved. The room was filled with the heady mix of their desperate cries and the rhythmic pace of your motions, a testament to the shared, mounting ecstasy.

It wasn’t long before their bodies surged against you in a final, coordinated dance towards release. Their moans crescendoed into prolonged, melodic expressions of pure bliss, a symphony of gratification that left both men trembling and breathless. As their climaxes unfolded, you gradually eased to a halt, your own breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps. You pulled away from them slowly, allowing them to experience the last shudders of their aftershocks. The intimate silence that followed was filled with the echoes of their satisfaction, a profound testament to the intensity of the shared experience.

As your breaths gradually steadied and your heart rate returned to a more manageable pace, you surrendered to the softness of the mattress beneath you with a sigh of both exhaustion and profound contentment. The cool sheets brushed against your skin as you nestled into the plush surface, feeling the weight of the evening’s intensity finally lifting.

Jiseok, ever attentive and affectionate, immediately drew close to you, his warmth a comforting presence as he settled beside you. His gentle movements were accompanied by the soft clinking of handcuffs being released—your attention briefly drawn to Jooyeon as you freed him from his restraints. The momentary distraction quickly dissolved as Jooyeon, now liberated, nestled against your other side, creating a cocoon of shared intimacy.

You found yourself enveloped in the tender embrace of both men, their bodies pressing close to yours, forming a trio of intertwined warmth and affection. No words were necessary in this tranquil afterglow; the steady rhythm of three heartbeats aligning in a harmonious cadence spoke volumes. It was a silent testament to the deep bond you all shared, despite their penchant for testing your limits. In that quiet, blissful silence, the love between you thrived—unspoken yet undeniably profound.

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