Jieun lay sprawled on the penthouse floor, her body a wrecked canvas of red handprints, bite marks, and drying cum streaks. The thirty idols lounged around her, zipping up pants and chuckling, their cocks spent but eyes still hungry for more spectacle. The air reeked of sweat, alcohol, and sex, the bass from the speakers thumping like a mocking heartbeat.

She whimpered softly, thighs quivering, her pussy and ass throbbing from the endless pounding, cum oozing out.