#2shin

The dining pavilion emptied slower than usual. Normally, this group scattered like a controlled explosion. Today, they moved like survivors leaving a battlefield. Yuna carried her notebook under one arm but did not open it. Ryujin wore sunglasses indoors and did not insult anyone for walking too slowly. Lia kept both hands around her tea and looked like she was calculating whether caffeine could be legally classified as medicine. Chaeryeong was already gone, gently escorted toward rest by Momo, Jeongyeon, and Chaeyoung after insisting three times that she could still help with lunch.

No one believed her. For once, not even Chaeryeong believed herself.

Jihyo declared the day low-volume with the full authority of someone who had survived both idol schedules and John. No one argued.

That was how serious it was.

Yeji and I lingered near the edge of the pavilion after everyone started drifting away. She was still tucked close to me, one arm around my waist, mine around her shoulders. After the hickey interrogation, the noise-cancelling headphones endorsement from TWICE, and the collective ITZY sleep-deprivation collapse, I expected her to step away once we were out of direct fire.

She did not.

Instead, she leaned into my side and sighed.

“You look proud.” “I survived breakfast.” “You caused breakfast.” “That is a harsh accusation.” “It is an accurate one.”

I looked down at her. The mark on her neck was partly hidden now, covered by the collar of the light shirt she had stolen from me before we left the room. It did not fully work. The edge still peeked out whenever she moved. I stared at it for half a second too long. Yeji noticed.

“Do not look at it like that.” “Like what?” “Like you’re considering signing your work.” “I would never.” “You absolutely would.” “I would only initial.”

She elbowed me lightly. I laughed and pulled her closer. That made her pause. Not because she disliked it. Because she understood the difference.

This was not teasing anymore. Not entirely. I just liked having her there. After last night’s quiet promise of just us, after the morning turning into everyone else’s sleep-deprived complaint, after the entire resort somehow learning that privacy had a noise level, holding her felt like proof that the embarrassment had not ruined the center of it.

Yeji softened.

Then she touched my hand where it rested against her shoulder.

“You should spend time with Lia today.” I blinked “What?”

She looked toward the shaded garden path, where Lia had disappeared with her tea.

“Lia.” “I heard you. I just did not expect the sentence.” Yeji’s mouth curved “Don’t make it strange.” “I am trying to understand the assignment.” “It is not an assignment.” “That is exactly what you say before assigning me something.”

She narrowed her eyes. I smiled. Then her expression gentled again.

“She has been taking care of everyone,” Yeji said. “Yuna. You. Even me, in her own way.”

I followed her gaze.

The garden path was empty now, but I could still picture Lia walking there, book in one hand, stolen pen in the other, quietly trying to keep everyone from detonating while pretending she was not carrying anything herself. Yeji continued, “And I think she needs to know you don’t only go to her when something is wrong.”

I looked back at Yeji “You’re sure?” She gave me a look “Benjie.” “I know. I know. But after yesterday, after everything you said—” “I meant it,” she said softly. “I’m not made of endless space.” “I remember.” “But giving me room does not mean avoiding everyone else.”

I stayed quiet. Yeji turned more fully toward me, her hand sliding from my wrist to my fingers “It means being honest with yourself first. Then honest with me. Then careful with them.”

“That sounds difficult.” “It is.” “Terrible system.” “It is ours.”

That made my chest tighten. Ours. She said it so easily now. Not without fear. Not without cost. But with choice.

I lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles “I’ll spend time with her.” “Not as a wellness check.” “I promise, not as a wellness check.” “And not because you are making up for something by turning yourself into emotional customer service.”

That made me stop. Yeji smiled.

“There it is.” “I hate how specific that was.” “I know you.” “That is increasingly dangerous.” “It should be.”

She leaned up and kissed me once. Soft. Brief. Dangerous in its own way “Just be with her,” she said. “If she lets you”. I nodded “I can do that.”

“You can.”

Then her eyes narrowed “And Ben?”

“Yes?” “No emotional acquisitions.” I stared at her “You cannot keep saying that like it is a real term.” “It keeps being relevant.” “I hate that too.”

She smiled and stepped away, but only after squeezing my hand one more time.

“I’ll check on Chaeryeong.” “I thought Momo had her.” “Momo has food. I have guilt management.” “That sounds like leadership.” “That sounds like survival.”

She started walking toward the villas, then paused and looked back.

“And Benjie?” “Yes?”

Her eyes flicked to the mark on her neck, then back to me.

“You are helping me cover this later.” “I would be honored.” “You should be ashamed.” “I contain multitudes.”

She shook her head and walked away smiling. That smile stayed with me long after she disappeared down the path. For the next hour, the resort existed in a state of government-mandated quiet. Jihyo and Mina sat in the shade with John between them, which looked peaceful until I realized they had effectively trapped him into resting. Nayeon tried to tease him twice and was silenced by one look from Jihyo and one calm sentence from Mina about “recovery compliance.” Sana took pity on him and brought him fruit, which only made him more suspicious.

Dahyun, for once, made no report. She simply sat beside Chaeyoung, watched the waves, and said, “This is actually nice when no one is screaming.”

Chaeyoung stared at her “That sounded like growth.” “Don’t tell anyone.” Jeongyeon passed behind them carrying a tray and muttered, “Too late.”

Near the far end of the pool, Yuna and Ryujin were sitting beside each other in a rare pocket of quiet. Yuna’s notebook remained closed. Ryujin’s sunglasses remained on. Neither of them looked fully harmless.

That was fine. Fully harmless was too much to ask.

Lia was in the reading lounge. The room sat between the garden and the spa wing, tucked away from the main noise of the resort. It had wide windows, low couches, shelves of books no one had probably touched since the resort opened, and the kind of soft lighting that made everything feel more careful than it really was.

Lia sat near the window with her legs folded beneath her, tea in one hand, book open in her lap. She looked up when I entered.

“I’m not hiding.” “I didn’t say you were.” “You were thinking it.” “I was thinking you found the quietest room in the resort.” “That is different.” “Is it?” “Yes.”

I walked closer but stopped before sitting “Can I join you?” Lia’s eyes softened slightly “You’re asking today.” “I usually ask.” “You usually hover first.” “That is fair.”

She closed the book with one finger still tucked between the pages “You can sit”. I sat on the other end of the couch, leaving enough space for the silence to breathe. For a while, neither of us said anything. Outside the window, the garden moved in the soft wind. The palms swayed lazily. Somewhere far away, Yuna laughed once, then immediately went quiet like laughter itself had been placed under low-volume restrictions.

Lia smiled into her tea “She’s suffering.” “Yuna?” “She wants to plan something.” “Jihyo declared martial law.” “Good.”

I laughed softly. Lia took another sip, then looked at me over the rim.

“Yeji sent you.” “She suggested I spend time with you.” “That is a very Yeji way to send you.” “Yes.” Lia looked back toward the garden “Is she okay?”

The question came without performance. Without trying to sound casual. That was Lia’s curse sometimes. She could make concern sound like breathing.

“She is,” I said. “Better than before, I think.” “Good.” “She also told me not to treat this like a wellness check.” Lia’s mouth curved “She is wise.” “She is terrifying.” “Both.” “Everyone keeps saying that.” “Because it is true.”

I looked at her. She was still smiling, but there was something tired beneath it. Not the sleepy kind everyone had at breakfast. Something older than one night of noise.

“You’re tired too,” I said. Lia’s eyes flicked toward mine “I’m fine.” “Lia.” She sighed “I am fine.” “Actual answer?”

She gave me a look. Then set her cup down.

“Stiff,” she admitted. “A little sore. Mostly from sleeping badly, I think. And from sitting wrong while trying to read when I was not really reading.”

“That is very specific.” “It was a very specific failure.” “Shoulders?” She blinked “What?” “You moved like your shoulders hurt.” Lia looked away “They’re tight.” “From stress?” “Probably.” “From policing Yuna?” “Definitely.”

From the far side of the resort, Yuna shouted, “I heard my name!”

Lia closed her eyes “She has impossible range.” “She was built for survival.” “She was built to test mine.”

I smiled. Then the conversation softened again.

“I can ask the spa staff if they have anyone available,” I said. “Massage room, maybe.” Lia stiffened slightly. Not much. Enough.

“No.”

The answer came too fast. I immediately leaned back “Okay.” She noticed the retreat. That mattered “I don’t mean no like that,” she said.

“You don’t have to explain.” “I know.”

But she explained anyway “I just don’t think I want a stranger touching me today.” The words were careful. Not dramatic. But honest enough that I understood not to step over them. “Okay,” I said again. Lia looked down at her hands.

“I know that sounds strange.” “It doesn’t.” “It should not matter. It is a resort. That is what the massage room is for.” “Still doesn’t mean you have to want it.”

Her fingers moved over the cover of her book. For a moment, I thought the conversation would end there. Then she said, very quietly, “At the Top Floor, there were machines.” I looked at her. She kept her eyes down.

“Massage chairs. Recovery equipment. Things you could use without asking anyone to touch you too much.”

I nodded slowly “And here, it’s just the room.” “Yes.”

The resort difference suddenly felt sharper. The Top Floor had been luxury disguised as control. Every comfort had a button, a setting, a boundary built into the machine. This place was softer, warmer, more beautiful. And somehow more vulnerable. Lia lifted her eyes “That sounds ridiculous when I say it out loud.”

“No, it doesn’t.” “It does.” “It sounds like you know the difference between being cared for and being exposed.”

She went still. Then looked away. I gave her space. Outside, the wind moved the leaves against the glass. After a while, Lia said, “I don’t dislike being touched by you.” The sentence landed between us. I did not answer too fast.

“I know,” I said softly. Her cheeks colored “I mean… not only like that.” “I know.” “I mean I feel safe.”

That mattered more. She turned the cup slowly between her hands.

“And that makes everything more confusing.” “Because safe should make things simpler?” She nodded “But it does not.” “No.” “Sometimes it makes me want more.”

Her voice dipped at the end, as if the room might punish her for saying it. I kept still. No manager-face. No wellness check. Just listening.

Lia looked at me then, and her expression was shy but not fleeing “Would it be strange if you helped instead?” My pulse shifted. I knew what she meant. I also knew what she did not mean. Not yet.

“With your shoulders?” I asked. She nodded “Yes.” Then, after a beat “Only that. At first.”

At first. The words sat there quietly. Not a promise or an invitation. But not nothing either.

I nodded “Only what you want.” She exhaled, like she had been holding the breath since before she asked “And if I change my mind?” “Then we stop.” “If I get embarrassed?” “We can stop.” “If it becomes weird?”

I smiled faintly.

“It is us. It will become weird.” That surprised a laugh out of her. Soft. Relieved “Fair.” “But weird does not mean bad.”

Her smile faded into something warmer.

“No,” she said. “I’m learning that.”

We did not go to the massage room immediately. That felt important. If we had moved too quickly, it would have made the ask feel like a trigger being pulled. Instead, we stayed in the reading lounge for a while, letting the idea exist without chasing it.

Lia read three pages of her book. Or pretended to. I sat beside her and watched the garden.

Yuna passed by once, saw us, narrowed her eyes, then kept walking after Lia lifted the stolen pen in warning.

Ryujin passed by shortly after, glanced between us, smiled like she knew too much, and said nothing.

That was more alarming than if she had said everything. Around noon, Chaeryeong appeared briefly with Momo at her side. She looked more awake than breakfast, but still soft around the edges. Wrapped in a cardigan, hair loose, eyes calmer.

Yeji was with them.

“She is resting,” Yeji announced before anyone could ask. Chaeryeong gave her a look “I am standing right here.” “And soon you will be sitting.” Momo nodded “Sitting is a kind of food.”

Everyone looked at her.

Momo blinked “For recovery.” Lia smiled “That almost made sense.” “I am improving.”

Chaeryeong’s eyes moved from Lia to me, then back again. Not suspicious. Thoughtful. Like she was seeing a shape and not yet deciding what it meant.

Yeji noticed. But she said nothing. Instead, she looked at Lia “You okay?” Lia nodded “Yes.”

Then, after a second, she added, “Ben is spending time with me.” The sentence sounded simple. But it changed her posture when she said it. Yeji smiled “Good.”

Chaeryeong’s expression softened. Momo looked between us, then nodded solemnly “Good for wellness.”

“Thank you, Momo,” Lia said. “You’re welcome.”

After they left, Lia looked embarrassed by her own admission. I did not tease her.

I only said, “I am… spending time with you.”

Her blush returned. But this time, she did not hide behind the cup. Lunch was deliberately uneventful. That was probably Jihyo’s doing.

No one was allowed to sit in a configuration that encouraged tribunals. Dahyun was separated from Nayeon by Tzuyu and a bowl of fruit. Yuna sat between Lia and Ryujin, which should have been a hazard, but all three were too quiet to weaponize it. John sat beside Mina and ate like a man who had accepted that rest came with witnesses.

Yeji sat across from me. Not beside me this time. Across. Where she could see me. Where I could see her. She looked at Lia once, then at me.

A question. I gave the smallest nod. She understood enough. Not details. What mattered. That was becoming our language.

After lunch, the resort settled into the heavy warmth of afternoon.

The low-volume day had done something strange to everyone. Without constant group activity, people began drifting into softer corners of themselves. Nayeon napped in the shade and pretended she had not. Sana walked along the beach with Dahyun and took no photos, which Dahyun claimed was “growth under protest.” Jihyo and Yeji talked under the palms, two leaders slowly learning how to exist without carrying a room every second. John actually slept. Mina watched over him like a quiet threat against interruption.

Yuna and Ryujin disappeared toward the pool. Lia noticed. So did I. Neither of us said anything. Not yet. She stood beside me near the garden path, fingers curled around the spine of her book.

“The massage room is in the spa wing,” she said. My attention returned to her immediately “Yes.” “You know where?” “I saw the signs earlier.”

She nodded. Then did not move. I waited. Her thumb brushed over the edge of the book once. Twice. Then she looked up “Can we go now?”

No drama. No huge declaration. Just the question. I nodded “Of course.”

The walk to the spa wing felt longer than it should have. Not because the resort was large, though it was. Because neither of us filled the quiet. The path curved behind the pool and along a shaded corridor lined with smooth stone, pale wood, and plants trimmed too perfectly to be accidental. The air changed as we moved inside. Cooler. Scented faintly with eucalyptus and something floral. Soft instrumental music played from hidden speakers, gentle enough to feel expensive.

Lia stayed beside me. Not ahead or behind. Beside. Her shoulder brushed my arm once and she did not move away. The massage room was at the end of the hall.

One room. Not a row of machines like the Top Floor. No automated chairs. No recovery stations. No settings. Just a private space with a massage table, folded towels, soft lamps, and a wide window screened by bamboo so the sunlight came in filtered and gold.

Lia stopped at the doorway. I stopped with her. For a moment, we only looked inside.

Then she said, “This feels more intimate than I expected.”

“We don’t have to use it.” “I know.”

She stepped in anyway. I followed, leaving the door open until she turned and looked at it.

“You should close it?”

I studied her face. She was nervous. But not afraid.

“Are you sure?” I asked her again to be sure. “Yes.”

I closed the door. The sound was soft. Still soft enough that Lia heard it.

She took a breath, set her book on the side table, and looked around the room like she was memorizing every possible exit just to prove to herself she would not need one. I stayed near the door. She noticed.

“You’re leaving room again.” “I’m giving you room.” “I know.” Her mouth curved faintly. “But you can come closer.”

So I carefully did and when I stopped in front of her, she looked up at me with that same expression she had worn the first time she asked to kiss me again. Fragile courage. Practiced steadiness. A desire that had finally stopped pretending it was only curiosity.

“Only shoulders first,” she said. “Only shoulders first.” “And back.” “If you want.” “I want the back too.”

She looked down, then turned toward the massage table. There was a pause. A practical one. Then an emotional one.

“I can keep my shirt on,” she said. “You can.” “Would that be easier?” “For who?”

She looked back at me. I did not answer for her. Her fingers went to the hem of her light outer cardigan.

“I think…” She swallowed. “I think I want to feel like I chose this properly.” “Then choose as much or as little as you want.”

She nodded. Slowly, she slipped the cardigan off and folded it over the chair. Beneath it, she wore a thin sleeveless top, soft and loose enough for comfort but close enough to make the quiet feel more aware of her body.

She climbed onto the massage table carefully and sat there for a moment, feet still touching the floor.

“Ben?” “Yeah?” “If I get embarrassed, do not make a joke.” “I won’t.” “If you get embarrassed…” “I will survive privately.”

That earned me a small smile. Then she lay down on her stomach, arms folded beneath her head, face turned toward the side.

I moved to the small counter where oil and towels had been arranged by the resort staff. I picked the plainest option, unscented, and warmed a small amount between my hands.

“Tell me if the pressure is too much,” I said. “I will.” “And if you want to stop—” “I know.”

Her voice was soft. But not annoyed. She knew I needed to say it. I stepped beside the table. For one second, my hands hovered above her shoulders. Not because I did not want to touch her. Because this was Lia. Because every small step mattered. Because earlier, Yeji had told me not to treat this like emotional customer service, and Lia had asked me to help with something that was care before it was anything else.

Then Lia turned her head slightly.

“Ben.” “Hm?” “You can touch me if that’s fine with you.”

So I did. My hands settled on her shoulders. Warm oil. Tense muscle. A small breath leaving her body all at once. I kept the pressure gentle at first, thumbs moving slowly along the knots near her neck. Lia’s eyes fluttered closed. For the first few minutes, there was nothing except quiet.

No joke. No escalation. No hidden agenda.

Just her breathing, the soft music, and the gradual loosening beneath my hands as she let herself be cared for without apologizing for needing it. Then, barely above a whisper, Lia said, “This is already dangerous.”

I paused “Bad dangerous?” She opened one eye “No.”

The word came out shy. Honest. The room seemed to warm around it. I waited. Lia closed her eye again “Keep going.” and I did. Slowly, carefully, the afternoon began to change shape.

Lia lay there, her face turned to the side, her breathing shallow. She looked small against the white linens, a sliver of vulnerability wrapped in a thin sleeveless top.

I stood beside her, my palms warm with unscented oil. I was very careful with my hands as I touched her. I let the silence settle, ensuring the space between us was a bridge and not a barrier.

"Tell me if the pressure is too much," I said. "I will." "And if you want to stop—" "I know."

Her voice was a whisper, but it didn't carry the tremor of fear it once had. It carried a tentative expectation. I let my hands descend, settling my palms onto the slope of her shoulders.

Lia let out a long, shuddering exhale. The muscles beneath my touch were like coiled springs, tight and resisting. I began to work in slow, rhythmic circles, my thumbs digging into the knots at the base of her neck. I felt her sink into the table, the tension slowly bleeding out of her as she surrendered to the sensation.

"The knots on your back are really tight," I murmured.

"I didn't realize how much," she replied, her voice muffled by the face cradle. "It's like... everything just froze."

I moved my hands down her spine, tracing the vertebrae with a steady, grounding pressure. As I worked, the silence shifted. It was no longer the silence of caution; it was the silence of focus. Every time my thumb hit a particularly stubborn knot, Lia made a soft, humming sound in the back of her throat.

"Just your shoulders and back?" I asked.

She paused, her body tensing for a fraction of a second before she relaxed again. "My whole body feels... stiff. Like I've been holding myself together too tightly for too long."

“Leave it to me” I told her as I shifted my position, moving toward her lower back. My hands glided over the curve of her waist, the oil making the skin slick and warm. As I moved upward again. I didn’t mean to, but when I was too focused I noticed too late that my hand brushed the side of her breast, my knuckles grazing the underside of her nipple through the thin fabric of her top.

Lia gasped. It wasn't a sound of surprise, but a sharp, sudden intake of breath that sounded like a plea. I stopped. I didn't pull away, but I froze, my hand resting just an inch from her.

"Lia?"

She didn't answer with words. She shifted her weight, arching her back slightly, pushing her chest closer to my hand. A soft, melodic moan escaped her—a sound of genuine, unvarnished need.

I felt my own pulse quicken, a heavy thrum in my veins. I wanted her—I wanted her with an intensity that felt like a physical weight—but I kept my movements deliberate. Lia noticed.

Her lashes fluttered, her breathing shallow as my hand stayed close but did not cross the line. I could feel the tension in her body shift into something else, something warmer and more pleading, but I refused to mistake instinct for permission.

Her back arched slightly, as if her body was giving more space for my hands to go in with less restrain. It wasn’t dramatic, just enough to bring herself closer to my hand.

Still, I stood there doing everything I can to keep my mind on just the massage.

Lia’s fingers curled against the edge of the table, her lips parting around a breath she seemed embarrassed to release. She turned her face a little more toward me, cheeks flushed, eyes hazy but aware.

I said nothing. I only watched her, letting the silence ask the question for me.

For a second, she looked like she might hide from it. Then she swallowed.

“Ben…”

My hand remained working on her back. Her voice trembled, but she did not look away.

“Keep going,” she whispered. “There too.”

Only then did I move. As my hand slowly worked on the pressure of the remaining knots of her body, I managed to let out a small and obvious lie about more knots towards the side of her body. My hand slowly nearing her chest.

At first I was really trying not to be obvious, until Lia moved her body to have my hands graze the curve of her breast and by then her hand slowly guided mine directly on them. “I think,” she followed with an slightly audible giggle “there are a few knots here too, Ben.”

The moment my hand made contact, I circled the outer edge of her breast, my palm cupping the soft weight of her, feeling the nipple harden into a tight peak beneath the fabric.

"Is this okay?" I whispered. "Yes," she breathed. "Please... don't stop."

I continued the massage, but the focus had shifted. The care was still there, but it was now laced with a shimmering current of desire. I moved down to her legs, starting at the calves and working upward. When I reached her thighs, I felt her legs tremble. I spent a long time on the backs of her knees, my fingers kneading the sensitive skin, before sliding my hands to the inner curve of her thighs.

The moaning intensified. It was no longer a hum— it was a rhythmic, guttural sound that filled the small room. As my fingers brushed higher, grazing the very edge of her underwear, this made Lia’s breathing become more erratic.

She reached down, her fingers finding my wrist. She didn't push me away. Instead, she slowly, firmly guided my hand downward, pressing my palm directly against the damp silk of her underwear.

I stopped instantly. The heat radiating from her was staggering. I could feel the moisture soaking through the fabric, the scent of her arousal mixing with the eucalyptus in the air. I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed a deep, burning crimson.

"Lia." "I know," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Do you want me to?"

She hesitated. The old Lia would have looked away. The old Lia would have apologized for gripping my wrist, anchoring me to her. She couldn't find the words immediately, her chest heaving. Then, she gave a small, decisive nod.

"I need you to say ‘yes’ for me," I murmured. "Yes," she whimpered. "Yes, Ben. Please."

I reached for the hem of her panties and slid them down her legs in one fluid motion. She was glistening, her pussy swollen and wet, the pink folds of her lips glistening under the soft lamplight. The sight of her—so open, so wanting —hit me like a physical blow.

I didn't rush. I started with my fingers, circling the hood of her clit with a light, teasing touch. Lia let out a loud, piercing moan that echoed off the walls.

"Shhh," I whispered, leaning down. "Someone might hear you." "I can't... I can't help it," she sobbed softly.

I slid two fingers inside her, the wetness making a soft, squelching sound as I entered. She was tight, clutching at me, her internal muscles pulsing around my fingers. I began to move in a steady, driving rhythm, my thumb maintaining a relentless pressure on her clit.

The sounds became more intense—the noise from my fingers moving around in her wetness, the frantic rhythm of her breath. Lia’s hips began to buck, her heels digging into the table. Her moans were climbing in pitch, turning into something primal.

I didn't want her to scream. I leaned over her, capturing her lips with mine. Lia gasped into the kiss, her eyes snapping open for a second before they fluttered shut. She responded with a hunger that surprised me, her tongue sliding against mine, tasting of salt and desperation. It was the first time she had truly used her tongue with me, a deep, searching exploration that mirrored the movement of my fingers below.

I felt her peak approaching. Her walls clamped down on my fingers in a series of violent spasms. She whimpered into my mouth, her entire body shaking as the first orgasm crashed over her. I kept the pressure steady, riding the wave with her until she finally slumped back into the table, breathless and spent.

I pulled back, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead.

"I didn't want anyone to hear you," I whispered against her ear.

Lia flushed a deeper shade of red, her eyes shimmering. She pulled me back down for another kiss, a slow, tender thing.

"You're so sweet," she murmured. "For being so thoughtful."

But the air was still charged. Lia wasn't finished. She shifted, turning onto her back, her legs falling open in a gesture of absolute trust. She looked at me, her gaze hazy and filled with a longing that made my chest ache.

"More," she whispered. "I want... I want to feel you."

I moved between her legs, my knees pressing into the mattress. I leaned down, my breath hot against her inner thigh. I started with slow, lingering kisses, moving upward toward the center of her heat. When my tongue first touched her clit, Lia bolted upright, her back arching off the table.

"Oh god…" she cried out in moans.

I didn't stop. I used my tongue in long, sweeping strokes, licking from the base of her opening up to the very top of her clit. I sucked the small, sensitive nub into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it with a precision that made her whimper.

Lia’s hands flew to her mouth, trying to muffle the sounds. She was shaking violently, her thighs trembling against my shoulders. In a moment of desperation, she saw my free hand on the table. She reached out, grabbed my fingers, and pulled them into her mouth, sucking on them greedily to keep from screaming.

The sound of her sucking my fingers, combined with the wet, slurping sounds of my tongue on her pussy, created a symphony of intimacy that pushed me to the edge. I increased the pace, my tongue flickering rapidly against her clit, creating a friction that brought her to the brink again.

She began to shake, her grip on my fingers tightening. I felt the muscles of her pussy contract, a rhythmic pulsing that signaled the second climax. It was more intense than the first, a prolonged, shuddering release that left her panting softly, her body limp and glowing.

I moved up, kissing her stomach, her breasts, and finally her lips. Lia breathed out a long, shaky sigh. "That... that felt so much better than when I do it myself." I smiled, resting my forehead against hers "That's because you let yourself feel it, Lia."

As she lay there, the silence returned, but it was heavy now. Lia looked down at the bulge in my trousers, her eyes wide and curious. She could see how hard I was, the fabric strained to the limit.

"Ben," she whispered. "You're... you're hurting." "I'm fine," I said, though my voice was strained "Seeing you like that... making you feel that good... that's enough for me."

Lia shook her head. She reached out, her hand trembling as she touched the front of my pants "I don't want it to be enough. I want to make you feel good too."

"Lia, you don't have to return the favor." "It's not a favor," she said, her voice gaining a sudden, quiet strength. "I want to. I really want to."

She sat up slowly, her movements graceful and tentative. She reached for the button of my trousers, her fingers fumbling slightly before she managed to undo them. She slid the zipper down, and used her hand to gently guide my cock out. It was thick and pulsing, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

Lia gasped softly, her eyes tracing the length of me. She kept feeling it, her small hand wrapping around the shaft. Her skin was cool compared to the heat of my cock, the contrast sending a jolt of electricity straight to my gut.

She began to move her hand, a slow, tentative slide from the base to the head. I let out a low, moan, my head falling back.

"Do you like that?" she whispered. "I love it," I groaned.

Lia grew more confident. She began to use two hands, one gripping the base and the other sliding up and down the shaft, her palms slick with the leftover massage oil. The friction was incredible. I felt myself leaning into her, my body instinctively seeking more of her touch.

I reached up, pulling her into a kiss. This time, the kiss was hungry, desperate. Our tongues intertwined, the taste of our shared arousal filling my senses. As she worked my cock, I slid one hand back down between her legs, my fingers finding her still-wet pussy.

Lia moaned into the kiss, her body shuddering. We broke the kiss for a second, both of us gasping for air.

"God, Ben. You’re so hard." she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "It’s because you, Lia. You made me this hard." I replied, my voice a ragged shadow of itself.

Lia increased the speed, her grip tightening, her movements becoming more frantic. I could feel the pressure building in my loins, a tidal wave of pleasure that was becoming impossible to contain.

"Ben... you're so big," she murmured, her eyes locked on where her hands met my skin. "I can't stop thinking about it."

The words were like a match to gasoline. I groaned, my hips jerking forward. The intensity of the thought, combined with the expert friction of her hands, pushed me over the edge.

"Lia—!"

I stiffened, my entire body locking up as I erupted. I came in powerful, hot bursts, the semen splashing against her hands and stomach. I let out a long, shaking moan, my eyes closing as the pleasure radiated through every nerve in my body.

Lia didn't pull away. She held me through the entire release, her hands continuing to stroke me gently until the last pulse subsided.

I collapsed against her, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I felt empty and full all at once, a profound sense of peace washing over me.

Lia stared at me, still flushed, her chest heaving. She looked down at the mess on her hands, then back up at me.

"That was because of me?" she asked, her voice small. "Entirely because of you," I whispered.

Her eyes lowered, a flicker of that old hesitation returning, but it was different now. It wasn't shame; it was anticipation.

"Then..." "Then?" Her face went red all at once. "It’s nothing." "Lia." "I just wondered what that would feel like if... if you did that inside of me."

She stopped herself, her voice trailing off, she was lost for words.

I understood. I reached out, cupping her cheek and tilting her face up to mine. I saw the desire there, the curiosity, and the lingering fear of moving too fast.

"Not today," I said softly.

Lia blinked, then nodded quickly, a look of immense relief crossing her features. "Not today."

"But you can wonder," I added, kissing her forehead.

She looked at me again, a small, genuine smile touching her lips "And when you're ready to ask," I whispered, "I'll listen."

Lia leaned into me, closing her eyes. For the first time since we had arrived at the resort, she didn't look like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. She just looked home.

For a while, I did not move. Neither did Lia.

The massage room stayed quiet around us, warm with filtered afternoon light and the faint scent of eucalyptus. The soft music still played somewhere overhead, gentle enough that it almost felt embarrassed to be present after everything that had happened.

Lia rested against me with her eyes closed. Her hand remained lightly curled against my shirt, not gripping, not holding on like she was afraid I would leave. Just touching. Just choosing to stay close because she wanted to.

I gave the top of her head another kiss. She exhaled slowly.

“Still okay?” I asked. Her eyes opened halfway “That sounded like a wellness check.” “It was.” “I thought Yeji unnie banned those.” “She banned obvious ones.” Lia’s mouth curved faintly “I’m okay.” “Actual answer?”

She looked up at me. The old hesitation flickered. Then passed “I’m more than okay,” she said softly. “I think.” That little addition made me smile “You think?”

“I don’t know what to call this yet.” “You don’t have to call it anything.” “That helps.”

Her gaze drifted downward briefly, then away, embarrassment returning in a small pink wave across her cheeks. I reached for one of the folded towels beside the table.

“Let me clean up.”

She went still. Not from fear, but from shyness.

“Ben.” “I know.” “I can do it.” “You can,” I said. “But I want to help. Only if you let me.”

She studied my face for a second. Then nodded.

“Okay.”

So I helped her carefully. No teasing. No jokes. No making the moment heavier than it needed to be. Just warm towels, quiet hands, and Lia watching me with an expression that kept shifting between embarrassment and something softer. Trust, maybe. Or surprise that being cared for afterward did not feel like pity.

When I finished, she took the towel from me and looked down at it in her hands.

“I thought I’d feel worse,” she admitted. “After?” She nodded “I thought once it happened, I would panic.” “Did you?” “No.” Her voice was quiet, almost confused. “That’s the strange part.”

I sat beside her on the edge of the table, close but not crowding. “What did you feel?” She thought about it “Embarrassed.”

“That tracks.” “Exposed.” I nodded “But not… wrong?”

The last word seemed to surprise her. Like she had been waiting for guilt to arrive and found only silence instead. I let that settle. Lia looked at me.

“I didn’t apologize.” “I noticed.” “I wanted to.” “I know.” “But I didn’t.”

Her mouth trembled into a small smile “That felt harder than the rest.” I laughed softly, but not at her “With you? I believe it.” She nudged my arm with her shoulder “Don’t make it sound like a diagnosis.” “It’s a compliment.” “That is worse.” “Still true.”

She leaned into me again. Then her eyes lowered once more, and I could tell her mind had returned to what she had said before. What she had wondered. What she had not been ready to ask for. I touched her cheek lightly.

“Not today,” I repeated. She nodded “I know.” “But not because I don’t want you.”

Her breath caught. I needed her to hear that part. Not as pressure. As truth.

“Lia, I want you. Very badly. But I don’t want the first time you take that step to happen because the room is heated and we’re both already close to losing sense.”

Her face flushed deeper “That is… specific.” “It is also true.” She looked down, then back at me “So when it does happen…”

I waited.

She swallowed “When I’m ready…” “When you’re ready,” I said. Her eyes softened “You’ll still want me?”

That question almost hurt.

Not because she doubted me. Because she still thought wanting could expire if she took too long. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

“Yes.” Her fingers tightened against the towel “And you won’t be disappointed if it takes time?” “No.” “What if it takes longer than I think?” “Then it takes longer than you think.” “What if I want to stop again?” “Then we stop again.”

She stared at me like every answer loosened a knot somewhere inside her. Then she whispered, “You make it sound simple.”

“It isn’t.” Her mouth curved faintly “No.” “But it can still be clear.”

Lia looked away, blinking once. Not crying. Close enough that I did not mention it. After a moment, she breathed out and sat a little straighter.

“I think I need to fix my clothes.” “That is wise.” “And my hair.” “Also wise.” “And my face.” I tilted my head “What’s wrong with your face?” She gave me a look “Ben.” “What?” “I look like…”

She stopped herself, cheeks burning again. I smiled.

“Like you had a good massage?” “That is evil.” “I learn from Ryujin.” “Never say that after touching me.” “Fair.”

That got the laugh out of her. Small. Mortified. Real.

We cleaned the room together after that. Lia insisted on folding the towels, even though I was fairly sure the resort staff would replace everything anyway. I did not stop her. The small task gave her hands something normal to do while the rest of her caught up.

When she finally slipped her cardigan back on, she stood near the mirror and studied herself. As if she expected to see a different person looking back. I stood behind her but left space. She met my eyes through the reflection.

“Do I look different?”

I considered lying. Then decided against it.

“Yes.”

Her shoulders tensed. I continued before she could spiral “But not in a way anyone else will understand unless they’re looking for it.” She searched my face in the mirror.

“How?” “You look steadier.”

That word landed. Lia looked back at herself. Then nodded once.

“I feel steadier.” “Good.”

She turned around. For a second, neither of us moved. Then she stepped toward me and kissed me. Not deep. Not hungry. A thank-you. A promise. Quiet little proof that she could still choose touch after stopping.

When she pulled away, she whispered, “For now.” I smiled “For now.”

We left the massage room slowly. The hallway outside was empty, cool, and soft with resort music. Lia walked beside me with her book held to her chest, cardigan wrapped around her shoulders, hair still slightly loose from lying down.

She looked normal. Almost. But I could feel the difference. So could she. Halfway down the corridor, she stopped. I stopped with her.

“What is it?”

She looked toward the garden exit, then back at me “Do we tell Yeji?” The question was careful. Not guilty. Careful “Yes,” I said. “What matters.” Lia nodded “What matters?” “That you and I spent time together. That things progressed. That you were okay. That you chose your limit.”

Her eyes softened “Not a report.” “Definitely not a report.”

She looked relieved. Then amused “You’re learning.” “Everyone keeps saying that like I used to be impossible.” “You were.” “That was fast.”

She smiled. We stepped out into the garden. The afternoon sun had softened into gold. The resort had woken up a little from the low-volume rule, but not fully. Laughter came from the pool, quieter than usual. Somewhere near the beach, Sana and Dahyun were arguing about whether taking pictures of waves counted as working. John was asleep again under an umbrella, with Mina sitting near him like a security detail made of calm.

Near the shaded lounge, Yuna and Ryujin sat together. That was immediately concerning. Yuna had her notebook open but was not writing. Ryujin was leaning back beside her, sunglasses pushed up into her hair, looking far too pleased with nothing.

Lia noticed them too. Then Yuna noticed us. Her eyes moved from me to Lia. Then stayed on Lia. Not on her clothes. Not in a crude way. She noticed the posture. The steadiness. Yuna’s expression changed. Just a little. Ryujin noticed Yuna noticing. Her smile sharpened by one degree.

Lia inhaled slowly beside me “Yuna knows something.” “Yuna always knows something.” “No. This is worse.” “Probably.”

Lia looked at me. Then, to my surprise, she smiled “I’m okay.”

I blinked. She said it like she wanted me to stop preparing for damage before it happened. So I did “Good.”

We walked toward the lounge. Yuna immediately sat up straighter “You two were gone for a while.”

Lia looked at her “Yes.”

Yuna blinked. That answer had given her nothing and somehow everything.

Ryujin grinned “Wow.” Lia pointed at her without looking “No.” “I didn’t say anything.” “You breathed like a problem.” Ryujin looked delighted “She’s stronger now.”

Lia’s face turned pink, but she did not retreat. That, more than anything, made Yuna stare. I saw it happen. The understanding. Not of details. Of possibility. Lia, who had once looked like she was always bracing for impact, now looked embarrassed but not ashamed. Soft, but not fragile. Quiet, but not hidden.

Yuna swallowed. Ryujin’s gaze slid toward her. Filed away. Dangerously. Yeji appeared from the side path before anyone could make the moment worse. Her eyes moved from Lia to me. Then back to Lia. Lia answered before either of us spoke.

“I’m okay, unnie.” Yeji’s face warmed “Good.”

Then her eyes moved to me. I nodded once. What matters. Yeji understood. Of course she did. She stepped closer and touched Lia’s arm lightly “Rest?”

Lia smiled faintly “I think I already did.”

Yeji’s eyebrow lifted. Lia immediately turned red. Ryujin made a sound.

Lia pointed again “No.” Ryujin lifted both hands “I respect the new authority.” “No, you don’t.” “I respect the attempt.”

Yuna looked between them, still quieter than usual. Then she looked at Ryujin. A question passed without words. Ryujin’s smile faded. Not fully. Enough that the air shifted. I felt it before anyone said anything.

Whatever had been brewing between Yuna and Ryujin moved one step closer. Not because of jealousy. Not because of competition. Because Yuna had seen Lia come back from wanting more without becoming less herself. And apparently, that mattered.

Yeji stepped beside me. Her hand brushed mine “Later,” she murmured. I looked down at her “Later?” “You and I talk later.” I nodded “What matters.” Her mouth curved “Exactly.”

Then she looked toward Yuna and Ryujin. Her expression changed into that careful leader-softness again “And I think they need to talk soon too.” Across the lounge, Yuna closed her notebook. For once, she did not announce anything. She only looked at Ryujin.

Ryujin stood. Then held out a hand. Yuna hesitated for half a second. Then took it. Lia watched them go, her expression unreadable. I glanced at her.

“You okay?” She nodded “Yes.” Then, after a beat, she added, “I think she saw me.” “Yuna?” “Yes.” “And?”

Lia watched Yuna and Ryujin disappear down the garden path “I think maybe she needed to.” The words stayed with me. Because that was Lia now. Still careful. Still shy. Still moving at her own pace. But no longer treating her progress like something that had to stay invisible.

The afternoon continued around us, but something had changed. Not loudly. Not dramatically. A door had opened somewhere. Lia had not walked all the way through hers.  But she had touched the handle, stepped closer, and learned that stopping did not mean going back. And Yuna had seen it. Which meant Ryujin had seen Yuna see it. Which meant peace had officially become temporary again.

Peace did not collapse immediately.

That was new.

Yuna and Ryujin disappeared down the garden path, and for once, no one chased after them. Lia stayed near the shaded lounge with her book hugged loosely against her chest, quieter than usual but not hidden. Yeji watched her for a moment, then looked toward the direction Yuna and Ryujin had gone.

I knew that look. She was already putting pieces together. Not details. Shape. The emotional weather before the storm. “Later,” she said again, quieter this time. I nodded “Later.”

The afternoon softened after that. Not into excitement. Not into full peace either. More like the resort had agreed to breathe between problems.

Chaeryeong stayed resting. Momo checked on her twice and returned each time looking satisfied that rest was, in fact, happening. John remained asleep under Mina’s quiet supervision. Jihyo and Nayeon sat near the pool discussing nothing important, which somehow felt important because neither of them was trying to lead anything.

Dahyun sat with Chaeyoung near the edge of the shade, occasionally making comments that were too dry to be called jokes and too accurate to be ignored.

Lia drifted away eventually, probably to process. Yuna and Ryujin did not come back right away.

That left me with Yeji.

Which was dangerous in a completely different way. She found me near the pool, sitting on one of the slanted lounge chairs beneath a wide umbrella. I had intended to sit properly. I had intended to act normal. I had even placed one hand on the armrest like a man with self-control. Then Yeji came close enough for me to reach her.

So I did.

She made one small sound of surprise when I pulled her down onto the chair with me, but she did not fight it. She settled sideways against my chest, one leg tucked along mine, my arms wrapped around her like the entire resort had become less interesting than keeping her there.

“Ben.” “Hm?” “What are you doing?” “Recovering.”

She looked up at me.

“You are hugging me.” “Yes.” “And kissing my shoulder.” I kissed her shoulder again “Correct.” “And now my cheek.” I kissed her cheek “Also correct.” “And now my forehead.” I kissed her forehead “You are very observant.”

Her eyes narrowed, but her mouth betrayed her by trying not to smile.

“You are not letting me go anytime soon, are you?” “No.” “That was fast.” “I have clarity.” “Clarity?” “Yes.” “And what exactly are you clear about?”

I tightened my arms around her and rested my chin lightly on top of her head.

“That Jihyo enforced quiet recovery, and the best possible way for me to recover is to peacefully coddle my wife-girlfriend.”

Yeji froze. Not because the term was new. Because I said it so openly. Without lowering my voice. Without checking who might hear. Without even pretending shame was available.

“Benjie.” “What?” “People can see us.” “I hope they are inspired.” “They are going to be insufferable.” “They already are.”

She huffed, but instead of moving away, she relaxed deeper into me. That gave her away completely. I kissed the side of her head. Then her temple. Then the corner of her jaw. She closed her eyes for half a second, like she was trying very hard not to enjoy being publicly adored. She failed beautifully.

“This is territorial,” she murmured. “This is therapeutic.” “This is both.” “I am a complex patient.” “You are a clingy patient.” “Yes.” “At least you know.” “I am healing.” “You are weaponizing softness.” “I learned from you.”

That made her look up. Her face softened, and for one second the teasing almost disappeared. Then I ruined it.

“If anyone tries to pull you away from me right now, I will find another way to buy JYPE and assign your entire schedule to emotionally pampering your husband-boyfriend.”

Yeji stared. I stared back. For one perfect second, the world stayed still. Then from somewhere behind us, Sana gasped.

“Oh my god.” Tzuyu’s voice followed, calm and merciless “Husband-boyfriend?”

Yeji’s entire face went red. I slowly looked over.

Sana and Tzuyu stood at the edge of the pool path, clearly there to call us for dinner, both holding the exact expressions of people who had arrived at the worst possible time and decided it was actually the best possible time.

Sana had one hand over her mouth, eyes sparkling. Tzuyu looked like she was considering the phrase for legal classification. Yeji tried to sit up. I did not let her. She looked at me.

“Ben.” “I am still recovering.” “You are about to be murdered.” “Then let me die with you in my arms.”

Sana stepped closer, delighted.

“Husband-boyfriend?” “It is a developing title,” I said. Yeji covered her face “It is not.” Tzuyu tilted her head “Does that mean Yeji is wife-girlfriend and Ben is husband-boyfriend?” “No,” Yeji said immediately. “Yes,” I said at the same time.

Sana clasped her hands together.

“That is disgusting.” “Thank you.” “I meant romantically disgusting.” “Still thank you.” Tzuyu looked at Yeji “You are not escaping this at dinner.” Yeji groaned into her hands “I know.” Sana smiled sweetly “Dinner is ready, by the way.” “Tell them we died,” Yeji said. “I can’t lie that badly.”

Tzuyu glanced at us again.

“They would hear Ben being clingy from the pavilion anyway.” I nodded “She’s right, babe.”

Yeji finally managed to shift like she was preparing to stand. I looked down at her.

“No.” She paused “No?” “No.” “Benjie.” “I agreed to dinner.” “You are not acting like it.” “I agreed to dinner against my wishes.” “That is how dinner works.” “But I did not agree to stop recovering.” Her eyes narrowed “What does that mean?”

Instead of answering, I slipped one arm beneath her knees and the other behind her back.

Yeji’s eyes widened “Ben.”

I stood with her in my arms. Princess carry. Fully and shamelessly, in front of Sana and of Tzuyu. And in front of God, if He had chosen to watch this particular disaster.

Sana made a sound that was somewhere between a gasp, a squeal, and a dying bird. Tzuyu blinked once. Then said, “That is more efficient than walking.”

Yeji grabbed my shoulders on instinct, face flaming “Put me down.”

“No.” “Ben.” “This is non-negotiable.”

Then, because I apparently valued neither survival nor subtlety, I leaned down and kissed her. Not long enough to become indecent. Long enough to become evidence.

Yeji froze for half a second, then melted before she remembered we had witnesses. When I pulled back, she stared at me like she could not decide whether to kiss me again or bury me beneath the pool tiles.

Sana had both hands over her mouth now. Tzuyu looked quietly impressed. I adjusted Yeji in my arms and started walking toward the dining pavilion. Yeji’s voice dropped into a whisper sharp enough to cut glass.

“You are impossible.” “I am recovering.” “You are carrying me to dinner.” “Yes.” “In front of them.” “Yes.” “After saying husband-boyfriend.” “Yes.” “You understand there will be consequences.” “I look forward to being held accountable.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“That sounded too happy.” “I am in my rights.” “What rights?” “Vacation rights.”

Sana immediately followed behind us “Vacation rights,” she repeated, delighted. Tzuyu walked beside her “I think John should learn this.”

Yeji closed her eyes “Please don’t.” Sana smiled “Oh, we are absolutely telling everyone.” “I hate dinner,” Yeji whispered.

I kissed her forehead again.

“No, you don’t.” “I hate you.” “No, you don’t.” “I am considering it.” “That is still engagement.”

She stared at me.

“You are lucky I love you.” “Yes.”

The dining pavilion came into view. The table was already mostly gathered. Dinner had begun quietly. That lasted until Sana stepped in first. Which meant dinner was doomed from the start.

“Everyone,” Sana announced, with the gentleness of someone about to commit public violence, “we witnessed something.” Yeji tensed in my arms. I kept walking, then the table turned once we were in visible range.

Every single face landed on us at once.

Me, carrying Yeji. Yeji, red-faced and trapped in my arms. Sana, glowing with news. Tzuyu, calm as execution. Nayeon’s mouth fell open. Jihyo stared. Dahyun slowly set down her glass. John closed his eyes like he had felt a disturbance in the force. Mina looked from my arms to Yeji’s face. Then to John. That was somehow worse than if she had spoken.

Ryujin removed her sunglasses even though we were inside. Yuna, who had been unusually quiet beside her, blinked back to life. Lia covered her mouth with one hand. Chaeryeong, more rested now, looked softly confused.

Momo paused mid-bite, and I walked to my seat and only then set Yeji down carefully. Not fully away from me. Beside me. Close enough that my arm naturally stayed around her waist. Yeji looked like she had accepted death.

Nayeon leaned forward “Why was he carrying you?” Yeji opened her mouth but Sana was able to answer first. “Because he said dinner was against his wishes but carrying Yeji was non-negotiable.”

The table went silent.

Then Tzuyu added, “Before that, he called himself her husband-boyfriend.”

The silence deepened. Then every head turned toward me.

Yuna whispered, “Husband-boyfriend?” Ryujin slowly smiled “Oh, he’s gone-gone.” Lia looked down into her tea, but her shoulders shook once. Chaeryeong blinked “Is that… new?” Yeji covered her face “Unfortunately.” “It is a developing title,” I said.

Jihyo looked like she was trying not to laugh and failing with dignity “You said that out loud?”

“I was recovering.” Dahyun leaned back in her chair “That is not recovery. That is a public filing.”

Everyone looked at her. She shrugged.

“What? It is. He introduced a new relationship title, carried her into dinner, and submitted physical evidence in front of witnesses.”

John pointed at her “That was dangerously close to reporter mode.”

“I’m off duty.” “Good. Stay off duty.” Dahyun took a sip of water “Still legally concerning.” Yeji lowered her hands enough to glare at me “See?” I pulled her closer against my side “I’m allowed to enjoy the vacation too.”

That sentence should have helped. It did not. Because I said it while holding Yeji like she was the vacation. Nayeon slowly turned toward John.

John immediately shook his head “No.”

She had not said anything yet and Jeongyeon pointed at him with her chopsticks “He heard the tone.”

“I always hear the tone.” Sana smiled “Take notes.” John stood halfway “I am begging all of you to retire that phrase.” Mina looked at me, then Yeji, then John “It was efficient affection.” I pointed at her “See? Mina gets it.” John turned to Mina in betrayal “You too?” Mina blinked “I was only analyzing.” “That makes it worse.” Jihyo’s mouth curved “It was harmless.”

John looked at her “Please do not encourage public couple behavior. We have nine times the scandal risk.”

Dahyun nodded “Actually, he has a mathematical disadvantage.” John pointed at her again “No math.” Tzuyu looked thoughtful “If everyone receives equal public affection, the scandal becomes evenly distributed.” John stared at her “Tzuyu.” “What?” “That is not comforting.”

Nayeon leaned her chin on her hand.

“I think it sounds fair.” Jeongyeon nodded “Equal opportunity clinginess.” Sana added, “Vacation rights.” Momo, still eating, said, “Affection should be scheduled after meals.” “That might be the safest suggestion so far,” Jihyo said.

Yuna lifted one finger weakly “Can we brand it as emotional meal prep?” Lia immediately said, “No.” Ryujin looked at Yuna “You’re back.” Yuna blinked “Unfortunately.”

Lia looked relieved and annoyed at the same time. Chaeryeong smiled faintly into her food. The table began to loosen after that, quiet recovery slowly giving way to dinner warmth. But the teasing did not fully die.

Nayeon kept glancing between me and Yeji like she was collecting evidence for later. Sana kept smiling whenever Yeji reached for water and my hand accidentally stayed at her waist. Dahyun made exactly one more comment about “public filings” before Jihyo threatened to assign her to low-volume silence again.

John, meanwhile, looked like a man under siege.

“You started something terrible,” he muttered to me. “I started healing.” “You started unrealistic expectations.” “Skill issue.”

The table exploded. Even Mina laughed quietly. John closed his eyes.

“I hate him.” Jihyo patted his arm “You’ll live.” “With nine witnesses demanding husband-boyfriend behavior?”

Nayeon smiled “Yes.” Sana nodded “Exactly.” Tzuyu added, “Efficiently.” John pointed at me without opening his eyes “This is your fault.” “Worth it.” I told him as I kissed Yeji’s temple

Yeji pinched my side under the table.

“Ow.” “You are not helping.” “I am enjoying the vacation.” “You are making me the vacation.” “And that is a vacation I would willingly throw all my wealth to have.”

Her glare failed. Again. She leaned into me despite herself, cheeks warm, smile trying to hide and failing at the edges. And across the table, for one brief second, I saw Yuna watching.

Not the joke or the ridiculous husband-boyfriend title. She watched the way Yeji let herself be held in front of everyone and somehow did not become smaller for it. Then Yuna looked away. Ryujin noticed. Of course she did. Peace, as always, had an expiration date. But for the rest of dinner, it only circled the table.

Yuna stayed quieter than usual after the husband-boyfriend trial, though not in a way that looked sad. More like her usual noise had turned inward. She still laughed when Ryujin muttered something under her breath. She still tried to steal back her notebook from Lia and failed. She still smiled when Momo declared dessert “necessary for morale.”

But every now and then, her eyes drifted. To Lia. To Yeji. To me. Then away again. Ryujin noticed every time. I noticed Ryujin noticing. Yeji noticed me noticing Ryujin noticing. Which meant, by the end of dinner, at least three separate people knew something was forming, and none of us had said a word about it.

That was probably growth. Or poor crisis management. With this group, that line was thin.

Dinner ended softer than breakfast had begun. People moved with less exhaustion now, warmed by food and the kind of teasing that did not cut deep enough to draw blood. Chaeryeong helped Momo carry a few plates back toward the kitchen despite everyone telling her to rest, but this time she looked less guilty and more simply useful. That was better.

John tried to escape the table unnoticed. He failed. Mina looked at him once. He sat back down.

“I was just stretching,” he said. Mina blinked “You were holding your coffee like luggage.” “I stretch with intention.” Jihyo pointed toward the lounge “You’re resting after this.” “I just rested.” “You complained that resting made you aware of being tired.” “That was private medical information.” Dahyun looked at him “You said it loudly beside fruit.” John stared at her “Off duty.” “I am off duty. That was personal.” Nayeon smiled “I like personal Dahyun.” Dahyun took a sip of water “Personal Dahyun likes evidence.” John stood “I am leaving before this becomes a court proceeding.”

Mina stood too. John looked at her.

“You’re coming?” “Yes.”

His expression softened despite himself.

Then Nayeon whispered loudly, “Efficient affection.” John pointed at her without looking back “No.”

That was the last big laugh of dinner. After that, the group finally scattered. Not all at once. In little pieces.

TWICE drifted toward the lounge, the beach path, the pool chairs under the lamps. ITZY moved slower. Lia walked beside Chaeryeong for a while, speaking quietly. Chaeryeong listened with her hands tucked into the sleeves of her cardigan. Whatever Lia said made Chaeryeong nod once, thoughtful and small.

Yuna watched them. Ryujin watched Yuna. Then Ryujin stood “Walk?”

Yuna blinked “With you?” “No, with the chair.”

Yuna looked at the chair. Then back at Ryujin.

“I hate that I almost answered seriously.” “You’re tired.” “I’m emotionally processing.” “Same thing sometimes.” Yuna hugged her notebook closer to her chest “Where?” Ryujin tilted her head toward the darker garden path “Not far.” Lia immediately looked up from beside Chaeryeong “No crimes.” Ryujin placed a hand over her heart “I am wounded.” Yuna raised one hand “I will report crimes if they happen.” Lia narrowed her eyes “You would name them something else first.” Yuna lowered her hand “That is fair.” Ryujin smiled, but it was not as sharp as usual “Just a walk.”

Lia looked between them. Then, to my surprise, she nodded “Okay.” Yuna seemed surprised too “Okay?” Lia’s gaze softened “Okay.”

That small permission landed strangely. Not because Lia had authority over Yuna. Because Yuna looked like she needed someone careful to believe she could leave without becoming reckless. Ryujin saw that too. Her expression shifted for half a second. Then she nudged Yuna lightly with her elbow “Come on.”

Yuna followed. They walked away side by side, not touching at first. Then Yuna’s shoulder brushed Ryujin’s. Neither of them moved away. Yeji stepped beside me as they disappeared down the garden path.

“She saw Lia.” “I know.” “She saw me too.”

I looked at her. Yeji’s face was calm, but her eyes were on the path Yuna and Ryujin had taken.

“She watched you during dinner,” I said. “I know.” “You weren’t embarrassed?” “I was extremely embarrassed.” “That was not obvious.”

She looked at me “Benjie, I was princess-carried into dinner after you invented husband-boyfriend.”

“That is a good point.” “I survived because I love you.” “And because I am charming.” “No.” “Not even a little?”

She gave me a look. I smiled. That softened her, but only for a moment. Then her gaze returned to the garden “Yuna saw Lia come back steadier,” she said. “Then she saw me let you hold me in front of everyone.”

“Is that bad?” “No.”

Her voice softened.

“I think she needed to see both.”

I followed her gaze. The garden path was empty now. Only warm lamps, palm shadows, and the quiet suggestion of trouble with better emotional groundwork than usual.

“Lia showed her that wanting more doesn’t have to make her lose herself,” Yeji said. “And you?” Yeji looked down at our joined hands “I think maybe I showed her that being held doesn’t have to make her smaller.” Because that was exactly what Yuna had been watching. Not the jokes. Not the ridiculous titles. Not even the public affection itself. She had been watching the aftermath of surrender. Of being wanted. Of being held. Of not shrinking under it.

I squeezed Yeji’s hand “You keep seeing everyone.” She looked at me “So do you.” “Not like you.” “No,” she said softly. “You see differently.”

I waited. Her thumb moved over my knuckles.

“You see where someone hurts. I see where the room shifts around it.” “That sounds more useful.” “It is more exhausting.” Yeji admitted.

I did not argue. Because she was right. Instead, I lifted her hand and kissed it. She let me. This time, she did not tease. A few minutes later, we started back toward our villa.

The resort had entered that strange hour between dinner and night, when the lamps glowed warm along the paths and the ocean sounded closer than it had during the day. Yeji walked beside me, her hand in mine, quiet but not distant.

I knew what was coming. Not the details. The shape. Later. She had implied it twice now. When we reached the room, she closed the door behind us and leaned back against it. For a second, neither of us moved.

Then she said, “Lia.” I nodded “Lia.”

Yeji crossed the room slowly, then sat on the edge of the bed. I stayed standing at first. She noticed “Sit.”

I did. Beside her. She smiled faintly “You’re still learning distance.”

“I am trying to make it look intentional.” “It does.” “Good.” “Badly.” “Less good.”

Her mouth curved. Then the humor softened away “What matters?” she asked.

I took a breath. Not because I wanted to hide anything. Because I wanted to get it right “We spent the day together,” I said. “Not as a check. Not because something was wrong. Just together”. Yeji nodded “She needed that.”

“Yes.” “And?”

“She asked me to help with her shoulders. The massage room made sense because she was tense, but it also didn’t.”

“Because no machines unlike the Top Floor back home.”

I looked at her. Of course she knew. Yeji gave me a small, sad smile “Lia likes barriers she can control.”

“She said it felt more vulnerable here.” “That sounds like her.” I nodded “It progressed.”

Yeji’s expression did not change, but her attention sharpened.

“Was she okay?” “Yes.” “Did she choose it?” “Yes.” “Did she stop?” “Yes.”

That was the important part. I looked at Yeji fully “She chose her limit. She didn’t apologize for it”. Something in Yeji’s face softened so much it almost hurt to see “She didn’t?”

“No.”

“Good.” The word came out quiet. Proud. Maybe a little relieved “She was embarrassed,” I said. “But not ashamed. She even said she didn’t know what to call it yet”. Yeji looked down at her hands “That’s Lia.”

“She wondered about more.” Yeji’s eyes lifted again “But not today?” “Not today.” “And you?” “I told her I want her. Very badly. But not at the cost of rushing the first time she’s truly ready.”

Yeji watched me for a long moment. Then nodded “That was the right thing.”

“I hoped so.” “It was.”

The room quieted. Not heavy. Honest. Then Yeji leaned back on her hands and exhaled. “I’m glad.” she looked toward the balcony doors, where night pressed blue against the glass. “Lia needed to know that wanting doesn’t turn into a debt.”

That was exactly it. I looked at her “You’re terrifying.”

“Why?” “You keep naming things before I can.” “That is because I am smarter.” “Also terrifying.”

She finally smiled. Then she looked at me sideways “Although I do have one complaint.” I froze “About Lia?”

“No.” “That was fast.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“You have never offered me a massage, is that the limit to my wife privileges?” I blinked. Then blinked again “That is your complaint?” “Yes.” “I would absolutely offer you a massage.” “You offered Lia first.” “She was sore.” “I am also sore.”

My entire brain stopped. Yeji saw it happen. Her smile became dangerous “Not like that.”

“You did not say anything to me, babe.” “You stopped functioning.” “I was processing medical information.” “You were not.” “I can correct this injustice immediately.” “No.” “That was fast.” “You are not touching me with massage oil tonight.” “Cruel.” “You had your chance before Lia started getting luxury treatment.” “Luxury treatment?” “She got a dedicated resort massage from my husband-boyfriend.”

I stared at her. She stared back “You used it.”

“Okay, I take it back.” “That title is developing beautifully.” “It is not.” “It has legal momentum.” She pointed at me “No.”

I smiled. The serious part had landed. The teasing had returned without erasing it. That was becoming another language between us too. Yeji shifted closer, then leaned into my side. I wrapped my arm around her automatically. She let herself sink into me. For a while, we just sat there on the edge of the bed, quiet and close. No immediate crisis. No reports. No one needing anything from us. Almost.

My phone buzzed on the bedside table. Both of us looked at it. Neither of us moved. It buzzed again. Yeji closed her eyes “There it is.”

I reached for it. Ryujin.

Emotional Nuke ☢️: Come by. Important.

I stared at the message. Then another appeared.

Emotional Nuke ☢️: Yuna is here.

My body went still. Yeji felt it “What?” I handed her the phone. She read the messages. Her expression changed, but not into surprise. More like confirmation.

“She didn’t text you herself, also why is that Ryujin’s contact name? What’s my contact name?” Yeji said. “No, and your contact name is just 'Wife' followed by every heart emoji on my phone.” “Change my contact name, now.” “Never.”

Another message came through.

Emotional Nuke ☢️: She’s okay. Nervous. Chosen. Waiting.

Yeji read that one too. For a moment, she said nothing. Then she handed the phone back “Go”. I looked at her “Yeji.”

“Go.” “You know what this might mean.” “It’s Ryujin, I have a hunch.” “That’s not the same as knowing.” “No,” she said. “It isn’t.”

Her honesty cut through the room gently. No performance— she took my hand “I’m not saying it costs nothing.”

“I know.” “But if Yuna is doing what I think she’s doing, she does not need you rushing back here afterward just to make me feel secure.”

My chest tightened “You matter too.” “I know I do.” “Then—” “That is why I can say this.”

That stopped me. Yeji’s eyes stayed on mine. Clear. Soft, a little scared, maybe. But steady.

“Whatever happens tonight, I know who you love.” “Yeji.” “And I know who you choose.” “You, it will always be you.”

Her fingers tightened around mine.

“Then for once choose Yuna’s needs. If Yuna needs aftercare, stay. If Ryujin needs you to not treat this like one of her jokes, listen. If you come back here too quickly and leave her feeling unseen, I will be angry.”

I swallowed. She meant it. Every word. Not possessive. She was protective. Of Yuna. Of Ryujin. Of me. Of the whole fragile structure we kept building and nearly breaking.

“I don’t want you to feel alone,” I said. Yeji’s face softened “I won’t.” “Are you sure?” “No.”

That was the answer that hurt. Then she smiled faintly “But I know what is right.”

I pulled her into my arms. She came willingly, pressing her face into my shoulder for one quiet second. I held her close, trying not to turn the hug into an apology she had not asked for. She pulled back first.

“Text me what matters when you can. But not a report.” “I promise.” “What matters.” “Yes.”

I kissed her. Not desperate. Not hungry. Grounding. A promise held in the small space between us. When I pulled away, she touched my cheek.

“And Benjie?” “Yes?” “Do not walk in with manager-face.”

I closed my eyes.

“I already have manager-face.” “I know.” “That is the problem.” “Try to make it less laminated.”

Despite everything, I laughed. She smiled.

“There.” “What?” “That face. Take that one.” “I love you, Yeji.” “I know, I love you too.” “I mean it.” “I know that too.”

She kissed me once more. Then released my hand. I stood. The room felt different once I was no longer touching her. Colder, maybe. No, not colder. Just less anchored. At the door, I looked back.

Yeji sat on the bed, legs folded beneath her, one of my shirts slipping off her shoulder, her expression quiet and complicated and brave “Go,” she said again.

The hallway outside was dim and quiet. The resort had settled fully into night. Somewhere beyond the villas, the ocean moved in the dark. Lamps glowed along the garden path like small warnings, leading me toward the ITZY wing.

My phone buzzed once more. Ryujin again.

Emotional Nuke ☢️: Don’t knock like a funeral.

I stared at it.

Then typed back: Is she okay?

The reply came after a beat.

Emotional Nuke ☢️: Yes. Then: She said yes already. She’ll say it again. Don’t make her feel like you don’t believe her.

I stopped walking. Ryujin’s words from earlier echoed through me. When she confirms it, believe her. I put the phone away. By the time I reached Ryujin’s door, my pulse had slowed into something heavier than nerves. I stood there for one second longer than I needed to. Not because I was unsure. Because I understood, finally, that whatever waited on the other side was not chaos asking to be survived— it was trust asking to be handled correctly.

Then I knocked.

The door opened before I could knock a second time. Ryujin stood there. Not smiling. That scared me more than if she had been.

The room behind her was dim, lit only by the warm bedside lamps and the softer glow spilling from the balcony curtains. I could not see much past her shoulder. Just shadows, clean sheets, and the faint shape of movement somewhere deeper inside.

My body reacted before my mind could. Concern first. Then awareness. Then the heavy understanding that this was not one of Ryujin’s usual ambushes “Is she okay?” I asked.

Ryujin stepped out into the hallway and pulled the door mostly closed behind her.

“Yes.” “Ryujin.” “She is okay,” she repeated, quieter this time. “Nervous. Embarrassed. Probably overthinking herself into a medical event. But okay.”

The hallway seemed to narrow around us.

“Then what is this?” “A reminder.”

I straightened. Ryujin crossed her arms, but it did not look defensive. It looked deliberate. Like she had rehearsed this part and hated that she cared enough to rehearse it.

“Before you see her, we talk.” I nodded “Okay.” “No.” Her eyes sharpened slightly. “Not manager okay. Actually okay.”

That stopped me. She noticed. Of course she did. “I trust you,” Ryujin said. That was not what I expected. She looked annoyed that she had said it, but she did not take it back.

“I would not have texted you if I didn’t. I would not have let her ask for this if I thought you were careless.”

The hallway went quiet.

“But?” “But trust does not make this simple.”

I stayed still.

Ryujin looked back at the door for half a second, then back at me “Yuna is not me.”

“I know.” “No. I know you know.” Her voice softened by a fraction. “That is not the warning.”

I waited.

“She wants this. I am not dragging her into anything. She asked me to help because she does not want to perform confidence with you.”

I remembered Yuna at dinner. Quiet. Watching Lia. Watching Yeji. Watching the way being wanted did not have to make someone smaller. Ryujin saw the thought cross my face.

“Yeah,” she said. “That.” “She saw Lia.” “She saw Lia come back embarrassed but not broken,” Ryujin said. “Then she saw Yeji let you hold her in front of everyone like an idiot and somehow still look like herself.” “That was phrased aggressively.” “It was accurate.” “Also fair.”

Ryujin glanced back at the door. For once, the joke did not stay.

“Yuna needed to see that.”

I swallowed.

“Because she thinks wanting more means becoming someone else.”

Ryujin looked at me. A little surprised. Then satisfied.

“Good. Your brain still works.” “Sometimes.” “Do not rely on it too much tonight.”

The warning landed beneath the joke. I nodded once. Ryujin’s face turned serious again, but not sharp. Not at me. At the weight of the thing.

“She wants to give up control without feeling abandoned. That is the point. Not the setup. Not me being a genius.”

“You are calling yourself a genius now?” “I am under stress.” “Right.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“Ben.”

I shut up.

“She needs to feel wanted,” Ryujin said. “Not handled like a fragile object. But if she looks nervous, do not rescue her from the whole thing unless she asks. Ask her. Believe her answer.” “I will.” “And if she jokes too much, check her.”

That made me pause.

“She jokes when she is scared.” “She jokes when she is everything.” Ryujin’s mouth twitched. “But tonight, if she starts performing, you bring her back.” “I understand.” “I know you do.” She exhaled, frustrated with herself more than with me. “That is why this is annoying.” “What is?” “That I still have to say it.”

I looked at her more carefully.

Ryujin’s jaw tightened.

“This whole thing is volatile. Not because of you. Not because of her. Because all of this is new and stupid and impossible and somehow working.”

The words hit harder than I expected. She continued, quieter now.

“Before you, we were not okay.”

I did not answer.

“Not in the fun, dramatic, idol-schedule way. I mean we were actually not okay. Yeji was carrying too much. Lia was hiding. Chaeryeong was folding herself into usefulness. Yuna was joking so hard no one could hear when she was scared.”

Her eyes held mine “And I was me.”

That said enough. She looked back at the door again.

“Whatever this is, whatever you became to us, it has been the closest we have been to recovering from all of that.”

My chest tightened.

“So if this goes wrong,” she said, “it does not just become an awkward night. It can make Yuna feel stupid for trusting us. It can make Yeji feel like she gave space for nothing. It can make Lia think stopping only worked because she was lucky. It can make everything start folding backward.”

She swallowed whatever softness tried to show “And I don’t want to lose that.” “Ryujin.” “And yes,” she said, cutting me off before I could soften it too much. “I also don’t want to lose the only man who can actually keep up with me.”

Despite the moment, I almost laughed. Her mouth twitched.

“There. Now it sounds like me again.” “A little.” “Good.”

Then she looked at me fully “You know Yeji is where your heart belongs.”

I went still. Ryujin did not flinch.

“We all know. Yuna knows. I know. That is not the problem. The problem is that tonight, Yuna still needs to feel chosen in the space you give her. Not above Yeji. Not instead of Yeji. Just honestly.”

I nodded slowly

“That I can do.”

“I know.”

The words were immediate. Certain. That mattered. Ryujin’s gaze stayed steady.

“But after?” “I stay.” “No rushing back to prove you love Yeji.” “Yeji told me the same thing.”

Ryujin’s expression flickered. Barely. But I saw it.

“Yeji said that?” “Yes.” “Smart woman.” “Terrifying woman.” “Both.”

The corner of her mouth moved. Then she looked back at the door again.

“You know she trusted me with this,” Ryujin said. The words came out lower than before. Almost unwilling. “Yuna. She asked me to help make it easier. If it goes wrong, she’ll blame herself first.”

“Not you?” “Maybe later.” Ryujin’s mouth twitched without humor. “But first herself.”

That made sense in the worst way.

“So help me make sure trusting us was the right call,” Ryujin said. “I will.”

Ryujin looked back at the door. Her expression did not harden this time. It softened in a way she probably hated.

“Because if she walks away from this feeling smaller after finally asking for something honestly, she won’t blame you first,” Ryujin said. “She’ll blame herself. And I don’t want that for her.”

That landed heavier than any threat would have.

“I understand.” “I know you do.” She looked back at me. “That’s why you’re here.”

This time, the words did not feel like a warning. They felt like trust. Ryujin studied me for a long moment. Then nodded once.

“Good.”

The hallway breathed again. Only slightly. Then her expression shifted. The seriousness did not disappear, but the Ryujin I knew slid back over it like armor.

“Also, do not walk in looking like HR paperwork.” I closed my eyes “I knew that was coming.” “Yuna needs Ben. Not a consent pamphlet with a dick.” “That sentence is very illegal.” “Most useful sentences are.”

I sighed.

“I am trying not to panic.” “I know. You’re bad at it.” “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.”

She turned toward the door, then stopped with her hand on the handle.

“One more thing.”

I looked at her

“When she says yes, believe her.”

I held her gaze. That was the real final warning. Not about the setup. Not about the ropes. Not about control. About trust.

“I will.”

Ryujin opened the door. Warm light spilled into the hallway. She stepped inside first, then looked back at me.

“Come on.”

I followed her in. The room was quiet. Too quiet at first. Then I heard breathing. Soft. Ryujin closed the door behind me. My eyes adjusted slowly to the dim light.

The curtains were drawn. The lamps were low. The bed had been cleared of everything unnecessary, leaving only pillows, soft sheets, and a few careful choices that made the room feel prepared rather than chaotic.

And Yuna was there.

She sat near the center of the bed, dressed simply but beautifully, her posture straight despite the nerves written across every inch of her. A dark blindfold covered her eyes. Her hands were gently restrained in front of her with something soft, not harsh, not careless. Nothing about it looked painful. Nothing about it looked rushed.

But it was still enough to make my pulse stop. Then start again. Harder. Yuna heard me. Her head turned slightly toward the sound.

“Ben?” Her voice was smaller than usual. Not weak. Small because she had no performance to hide behind. I did not move at first. Ryujin glanced at me. A warning. Not HR paperwork. Right. I took one slow step closer.

“I’m here.”

Yuna’s breath caught. Then she smiled. Tiny. Nervous. Real.

“You came.” “You asked.” “I didn’t text.” “Ryujin did.” “I know.” Her fingers flexed lightly against the restraint. “I couldn’t.”

The words carried more than one meaning. I understood. I moved closer, stopping at the edge of the bed. Not touching her yet. Not until she knew exactly where I was.

“Yuna.” “Yes?” “Are you okay?”

She let out a shaky laugh.

“Starting strong.” “I know.” “I’m okay.” “Actual answer.”

Ryujin made a small sound behind me, almost approval. Yuna swallowed.

“I’m nervous. Embarrassed. Very aware that I cannot see your face, which was the point but is now also extremely unfair.”

Despite myself, I smiled.

“That sounds accurate.” “And I am okay,” she said.

The last part was steadier. I believed her. Not because I wanted to. Because she said it clearly. I crouched slightly near the bed, bringing my voice closer without crowding her.

“Ryujin told me what matters.”

Yuna’s head turned toward Ryujin’s direction.

“She did?” “Not everything,” Ryujin said. “Relax.”

Yuna huffed softly.

“I was not relaxed.” “No one thought you were.” Ryujin corrected her. “Helpful.”

Ryujin stepped closer, but her voice stayed gentler than her words.

“You’re doing fine.”

Yuna went quiet at that. Then she nodded once. I looked at the restraint around her wrists.

“Nothing hurts?” “No.” “Too tight?” “No.” “Can you move your fingers?”

She wiggled them.

“Yes.” “Good.”

Ryujin folded her arms.

“See? Laminated.”

I ignored her. Mostly.

“Safeword?” I asked.

Yuna’s cheeks flushed even though the blindfold hid her eyes. She answered anyway.

“Red means stop. Yellow means slow down or check. Green means I’m okay.” “And if you can’t say it?” “I tap twice.”

She demonstrated with her fingers against the soft tie.

“Good.” “And Ryujin knows too,” Yuna added quickly. “I do,” Ryujin said. “I am irresponsible, not stupid.” “That is debatable,” I muttered.

Ryujin smiled.

“There he is.”

Yuna’s shoulders loosened a fraction at the sound of us bickering. That helped. I could feel it. She needed the room to be serious enough to be safe, but not so heavy that she felt like she had become a medical emergency.

I looked at her again.

“Yuna.” “Yes?” “I need to hear it from you.”

Her breathing changed. Ryujin went quiet. The room narrowed to the three of us.

“You can stop now,” I said. “You can ask me to untie you. You can tell me to leave. Nothing bad happens. No one is disappointed.”

Yuna’s lips pressed together. For a second, the performer almost appeared. The joke almost came. I saw it in the tilt of her mouth. Then she swallowed it. Good girl, I thought, but did not say it. That was not mine yet. Not unless she wanted it. Yuna lifted her chin slightly.

“I don’t want you to leave.”

The words came out quiet. Clear. My chest tightened.

“And this?” I asked, nodding toward her hands even though she could not see it. “I chose it.” “Ryujin didn’t push you?” “No.” “Do you want to keep going?”

Yuna took a breath. Then another.

“Yes.”

The room held still. I did what Ryujin told me. I believed her.

“Okay,” I said.

Yuna’s shoulders lowered. Not fully. Enough. Ryujin exhaled through her nose.

“Finally.”

I glanced at her. She shrugged.

“She was waiting for you to stop interrogating her.” Yuna turned her head toward Ryujin “I was not.” “You absolutely were.” “I was being emotionally brave.” “With terrible posture.”

Yuna gasped.

“I am tied up and vulnerable.” “And still slouching.”

That startled a laugh out of her. Small. Bright. The sound changed the room. Not into something casual. Into something alive. I stood slowly. Yuna’s head tilted up, tracking me by sound. I reached toward her, then stopped with my hand just short of her cheek.

“Can I touch you?” She nodded. Then corrected herself “Yes.”

Only then did I touch her. My fingers brushed her cheek lightly. Yuna leaned into the contact before she could stop herself. Her breath shook. But she stayed.

Ryujin watched from the side, her usual smirk gone again. There was heat in her eyes, yes, but also focus. Responsibility. The strange, dangerous tenderness of someone who would rather die than call it tenderness. I stroked my thumb once along Yuna’s cheek.

“You’re doing well.” Yuna’s lips parted “Don’t say it like that.” “Like what?” “Like you mean it.” “I do mean it.”

Her face flushed deeper. Ryujin’s mouth curved.

“She hates praise.” “I do not,” Yuna said immediately. Ryujin looked at me “She needs it.” “Ryujin.” “What? I’m facilitating.” “You’re exposing me.” “Same thing sometimes.”

Yuna groaned softly, but she did not pull away from my hand. I looked between them. This was the shape. Yuna nervous but choosing. Ryujin sharp but protective. Me caught between wanting and responsibility, trying to learn the difference between caution and disbelief.

I leaned down and pressed a kiss to Yuna’s forehead, just above the blindfold. Her whole body stilled. Not from fear from being held in the moment.

“You are not a scene,” I said quietly.

Yuna’s breath caught. Ryujin went very still.

“You are not something I finish and leave behind. You are not proving anything. You are not performing for me.”

Yuna’s fingers curled against the restraint.

“If we keep going,” I said, “I stay after. However long you need.”

Her mouth trembled “And if I need too long?” “Then I stay for too long.” “What if I get weird?” I smiled faintly “You are already weird.”

Ryujin snorted.

Yuna let out a shaky laugh “Mean.” “Accurate.”

Her smile stayed this time. I touched her cheek again.

“Do you still want this?”

The question did not make her shrink this time. She lifted her chin.

“Yes.” Then, softer “Green.”

Something shifted. Not because the scene had started. Because she had. Ryujin stepped closer, her hand finding Yuna’s shoulder.

“You heard her.”

I looked at Ryujin. She met my eyes. Serious again beneath the heat. Believe her. I nodded.

“I heard her.”

Yuna smiled, blindfolded and trembling and braver than she thought she was.

Ryujin’s hand slid from Yuna’s shoulder to the knot at her wrists, checking it once more with practiced care.

“Nothing too tight?” “No.” “Still green?” Yuna nodded “Yes.”

Ryujin leaned close to her ear.

“Say it properly.” Yuna swallowed, then whispered, “Green.”

Ryujin’s smile returned. This time, it was soft enough to be dangerous.

“Good.”

I stood at the edge of the bed, looking at both of them. Whatever happened next would not be chaos. Not really. Chaos did not ask this carefully, did not wait for yes, and it did not stay afterward.

This was something else. Trust, dressed up as trouble. And Yuna had chosen to place it in our hands. Ryujin looked at me. Then at Yuna. Then back at me.

“Now,” she said, her voice low, “stop looking like you’re about to sign paperwork.”

Yuna smiled. I breathed out. And stepped closer.

The room felt like it had shrunk, the air thickening with a charge that made the hair on my arms stand up. Yuna sat there, a sliver of pale skin and trembling anticipation against the dark sheets. The blindfold was a stark line across her eyes, cutting her off from the world and leaving her entirely dependent on the sounds of my breathing and the heat of my presence.

I didn't move for a long heartbeat. I wanted her to feel the vacuum of my silence, the way the room held its breath.

Beside her, Ryujin was a shadow of focused intent. She didn't touch Yuna yet, but she stood close enough that her warmth likely radiated against Yuna's side. She looked at me, her eyes dark, stripped of the usual irony. She wasn't the prankster right now. She was the anchor.

I stepped forward, the floorboards barely creaking. I reached out, my hand hovering an inch from Yuna's thigh. I could see the goosebumps rising on her skin. Yuna's voice was a ghost of itself, thin and shimmering.

I let my palm settle on her thigh. Her skin was hot, almost feverish. She jumped slightly, a small, sharp intake of breath that sounded like a sob and a sigh combined. I didn't pull away. I let the weight of my hand ground her, my fingers splaying across the soft curve of her leg. Ryujin moved then. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the shell of Yuna's ear. Her voice was a low, melodic hum that seemed to vibrate through the whole room.

“You're doing so well, Yuna. Just feel him. Don't think about the plan. Don't think about anything. Just feel Ben’s touch.”

Yuna let out a long, shuddering whimper. Her head tilted toward Ryujin's voice, her lips parting. I moved my hand upward, my fingertips grazing the hem of her underwear. The fabric was already damp, clinging to the swell of her center.

I leaned down, my breath hot against the sensitive skin of her neck. I didn't kiss her yet. I just let her feel the proximity, the hunger I was trying to keep on a leash.

“You're so wet for me, Yuna.”

A soft, broken moan escaped her. She tried to shift, her restrained wrists pulling slightly against the soft ties. The movement only served to push her hips upward, offering herself to me. I slid two fingers beneath the elastic of her panties, finding her clit immediately. She was glistening, her juices slicking my skin in an instant. I circled the small, hard nub with a slow, agonizing precision.

Yuna bolted upright, her back arching. A loud cry tore from her throat, echoing off the dim walls.

“Shhh,” I whispered, my voice rasping “Keep it inside.”

I pushed one finger deep inside her, then another. The sound was a wet, heavy squelch, the air being pushed out of her as I filled her. She was tight, her internal muscles clamping down on me in a series of rhythmic, desperate pulses.

Ryujin shifted, moving to the other side of Yuna. She began to kiss Yuna's shoulder, her tongue tracing the line of her collarbone, her hands sliding under Yuna's top to cup her breasts.

“Feel that, Yuna?” Ryujin murmured, her voice thick with its own rising heat. “Ben has you. I have you. You don't have to hold anything up anymore. Just let go.”

Yuna was sobbing now, not from sadness, but from the sheer sensory overload of being touched by both of us. I increased the pace of my fingers, the sound of my fingers entering and exiting filled the silence. I could feel her peaking, her walls twitching violently around me.

I pulled my fingers out with a wet pop and stepped back just enough to shed my clothes. I didn't take my eyes off her. I wanted her to hear the rustle of fabric, the sound of my belt hitting the floor.

When I stepped back in, I was hard, my cock pulsing and leaking of pre-cum. I knelt between her legs, the scent of her arousal hitting me like a physical blow—sweet, musky, and overwhelming.

I guided my head to her opening, the wetness making the contact seamless. I pushed in slowly, inch by inch. Yuna's scream was muffled by the blindfold, her head tossing from side to side. I felt her stretch, her body accommodating the thickness of me with a desperate, clinging hunger. I sank all the way in, my balls slapping against her perineum with a heavy thud.

I stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust, feeling the way she trembled around me. I began to move, slow and rhythmic, my thrusts shallow at first.

“Is this okay?” I asked, my voice a ragged shadow. “Yes,” she whimpered, her hips beginning to buck instinctively “Please... more.”

I increased the depth, my cock sliding through her juices with a loud, squelching friction. Every time I hit her cervix, Yuna let out a high, piercing moan. I was being careful, my movements measured, trying to ensure she felt safe even as I drove into her.

Ryujin was watching us now, her eyes wide, her breathing shallow. She was still holding Yuna, her thumbs rubbing circles into Yuna's nipples through the fabric of her top.

“She's not just okay, Ben,” Ryujin whispered, her voice sounding strained “Look at her. She's starving.”

I looked down. Yuna's face was flushed a deep crimson, her mouth open, her chest heaving. She wasn't just accepting the pleasure; she was chasing it. She was trying to pull me deeper, her legs wrapping as far as the restraints would allow around my waist.

I let the rhythm pick up. The slapping sound of our skin meeting became a frantic beat. I could feel the tension in the room shifting, the safety evolving into something more aggressive, something more primal.

Yuna's moans shifted. They became more urgent, more demanding. She started to turn her head, searching for Ryujin.

“Ryujin unnie,” she gasped, her voice breaking “Unnie, please...”

I felt the shift immediately. Yuna didn't just want me; she wanted the circle to be closed. She wanted the woman who had protected her to be part of the fire.

I didn't hesitate. I reached out, grabbing Ryujin by the waist and pulling her violently toward the bed. Ryujin let out a startled gasp, but she didn't fight it. She crashed into me, and I captured her lips in an aggressive, hungry kiss.

Our tongues clashed, tasting of salt and desperation. I sucked on her tongue, the exchange of saliva messy and frantic, while I continued to fuck Yuna with a relentless, driving force. The contrast was intoxicating—the soft, sobbing surrender of Yuna beneath me and the sharp, electric hunger of Ryujin in my arms.

I broke the kiss for a second, my eyes locking onto Ryujin's. She looked feral, her pupils blown wide. I reached for the collar of her shirt and ripped. The sound of the fabric tearing was like a starting gun. I didn't stop until her breasts were exposed, her nipples already hard in the dim light.

I leaned down, my hand reaching for the knot of Yuna's blindfold. I pulled it away in one fluid motion. Yuna blinked, her eyes hazy and unfocused, then they cleared. She saw me, my face strained with desire, and she saw Ryujin, half-naked and breathless beside her.

“I like it better when you can see me, Yuna” my voice vibrating in my chest “I want you to see how much I want to fuck you.”

Yuna's eyes widened, a look of pure, unadulterated longing crossing her face. She looked at me, then at Ryujin, and she let out a loud, sobbing moan that seemed to come from the very bottom of her soul.

I shifted my weight, keeping my cock buried deep in Yuna's wet heat, but I reached for Ryujin. I slid my hand down, finding Ryujin's pussy, which was just as drenched as Yuna's. I shoved two fingers inside her with a sharp, sudden motion.

Ryujin screamed, her head snapping back, her body arching against mine. I began to finger her rapidly, my knuckles brushing against her clit, while I continued to drive into Yuna.  I leaned over and captured one of Ryujin's nipples in my mouth, sucking hard, my teeth grazing the peak. Ryujin's moans were guttural, rhythmic, matching the pace of my thrusts.

Yuna watched us. She watched the way Ryujin's body reacted to me, the way Ryujin's eyes rolled back in her head. The sight of Ryujin's pleasure acted like a catalyst. Yuna's hips began to move with a new, frantic energy.

“Unnie!” Yuna cried out, her voice loud and demanding. “I want you too, I want both of you!” The demand broke the last of my restraint. I stopped being the manager. I stopped calculating the risk. I became a man who wanted everything.

I gripped Yuna's hips, my fingers digging into her skin, and I began to hammer into her. The sound was deafening—the sound of my cock thrusting in her pussy, the slapping of our bodies, the ragged gasps for air. I felt a flicker of doubt—a momentary urge to slow down, to check if it was too much.

“Don't you dare slow down, Ben!” Ryujin barked, her voice sharp and commanding. She was panting, her body shaking from the stimulation I was giving her.

“Is she okay?” I gasped, my body was screaming. Ryujin looked at Yuna, then back at me. “She didn't say slower, you idiot!” Ryujin yelled “She wants it!”

Ryujin turned to Yuna, her voice dropping to a commanding whisper “Ben is waiting for you to say it, Yuna. Tell him. Tell him what you want.”

Yuna's eyes were locked on mine, filled with a terrifying, beautiful hunger. She arched her back, her voice a desperate plea “Harder! Please, Ben, go harder! Fuck me harder!”

I made a near primal sound that ripped through the room. I drove into her with everything I had, my thrusts becoming violent, desperate. I wasn't just fucking her; I was trying to merge with her.  The friction was intense, the heat unbearable. I could feel Yuna's orgasm building, a tidal wave that was about to crash. She began to shake, her internal muscles clamping down on me with a force that nearly brought me to the edge.

I felt my own release building, a pressure in my loins that felt like it was going to explode. I didn't pull out. I didn't slow down. I drove one last, deep thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt, and I came. I erupted inside her in powerful, hot bursts, the semen splashing against her cervix. I let out a long, shaking groan, my eyes closing as the pleasure radiated through every nerve in my body.

Yuna screamed, her own orgasm hitting her at the same moment. Her body convulsed beneath me, her pussy milking me with a series of violent spasms. We stayed like that for a long time, locked together, our breathing the only sound in the room.

But as the haze cleared, I realized I didn't want to stop. Everything was replaced by a raw, instinctive need. I was still hard, the afterglow of my orgasm only fueling a new kind of hunger. I started to move again, but this time, it was rougher. I didn't care about the gentleness anymore; I wanted the friction, the heat, the feeling of being one with Yuna.

Yuna let out a small, overwhelmed whimper. The intensity was becoming too much for her. Ryujin noticed immediately. She shifted, sliding her naked body against my side, her skin slick with sweat and oil. She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, her voice a seductive, dangerous whisper.

“Stop, Ben. She's had enough for now. She's starting to drown in it.” I groaned, my hips still jerking forward “I can't stop, Ryujin.”

“Give the rest to me,” Ryujin whispered, her hand sliding down to grip my cock, pulling me away from Yuna's entrance with a wet, sliding sound. “Fuck me as hard as you need. Use me as much as you want.”

I looked at Ryujin. Her eyes were challenging me, her body an open invitation. I didn't need to be told twice. I shifted, moving over to Ryujin. I didn't use need lube, Yuna’s nectar and the sweat from our bodies were enough. I positioned myself and pushed in. Ryujin let out a loud, piercing scream of pleasure. She was tighter than Yuna, her walls gripping me with a fierce, possessive strength. I began to fuck her with a relentless, punishing rhythm, my balls slapping against her with a rhythmic thud.

Ryujin's moans were different from Yuna's. They were confident, demanding, almost competitive. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, her nails digging into my back. I felt her peaking quickly. The intensity of my release into Yuna had left me in a state of raw aggression, and Ryujin was absorbing it all. She began to shake, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

I drove into her one last time, a deep, bruising thrust that made her eyes roll back in her head. Ryujin erupted, her orgasm a violent, shuddering release that left her limp and panting beneath me. I collapsed on top of her, my heart hammering against my ribs. We lay there in a heap of tangled limbs and spent desire, the room smelling of sex and sweat.

After a few minutes, I shifted, looking over at Yuna. She was lying on her back, her chest heaving, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. She looked completely undone, her body glowing with a soft, post-coital light. Ryujin leaned up, her voice a soft, exhausted rasp.

“You okay, Yuna?”

Yuna didn't move for a second. Then, she let out a long, shaky breath.

“Green,” she panted, her voice barely audible.

Ryujin looked at me, a small, proud smile touching her lips “See? I told you she could handle it.”

The words, Ryujin’s soft, exhausted rasp, were a tether pulling me back from the edge of pure sensation. My heart still hammered against my ribs, echoing the rhythm of Yuna’s fading tremors beneath me. I was still buried deep inside her, the residual warmth of our combined release a heavy, cloying blanket. Yuna lay beneath me, her chest heaving, eyes unfocused on the dim ceiling. Her skin, flushed crimson moments ago, now had a soft, dewy glow. She looked utterly undone, a fragile, beautiful mess.

I felt the last of my cum pulse out, a final, hot throb. The manager part of my brain, the one Ryujin had so gleefully called out, tried to reassert itself, a whisper of concern “Was that too much? Did I push her?”

Then Yuna spoke again, her voice still thin, but with a new undercurrent, a hint of something deeper than just exhaustion “Green… I said green.”

Ryujin’s head lifted from the pillow, her eyes, still dilated from pleasure, fixed on Yuna. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated pride “Oh, honey. You went for green. That’s my girl.”

I looked down at Yuna, my weight still pressing her into the mattress. Her eyes, which had been distant, now slowly drifted to meet mine. There was no fear in them, no regret. Only a profound, almost bewildered wonder.

“I… I didn’t think I could go that far,” she whispered, her voice still raspy “Not without… feeling like I was losing myself.”

“You didn’t lose yourself,” Ryujin said, her voice gentle, a stark contrast to her earlier commands “You found a new part. Didn’t she, Ben?”

I nodded, unable to form words. My throat felt tight, a lump of emotion I hadn’t anticipated. The image of Yuna, blindfolded and trembling, then arching and screaming, played in my mind. The raw, guttural cry that had torn from her throat. The way she had chased the pleasure, demanding more. It wasn’t just physical; it was a profound unraveling, a shedding of the layers she usually wore.

“I… I want to stay,” Yuna said, her gaze unwavering from mine “I don’t want to be untied yet. Not if you’re still here.”

Her words were a bomb, easing the last vestiges of my self-doubt. She wasn’t asking for release from the situation, but for its continuation. She was choosing it. I shifted my hips, a slow, almost imperceptible grind, and felt her internal muscles clench around me in response. A soft gasp escaped her, a fresh wave of heat rising from her core.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice still rough, but softer now, laced with a genuine tenderness I hadn’t known I possessed moments before “You can tell me if you need a break. We can stop.”

Ryujin snorted from beside us “He’s doing the manager thing again, Yuna. He thinks you’re going to break.”

Yuna’s eyes flickered to Ryujin, a faint smile touching her lips. “He’s trying to be gentle, Unnie. It’s sweet.”

But then her gaze returned to me, the wonder in them deepening into something else—a playful challenge “I’m not made of glass, Ben. I just… needed to know I wouldn’t shatter. And I didn’t.”

She shifted slightly, her tied wrists pulling gently against the soft restraints “I want to feel you inside me again. And… I want to feel you touching Ryujin. I want to watch.”

The last words were barely a whisper, but they hit me with the force of a physical blow. The manager in me, the one who tried to keep everything safe and controlled, recoiled. But the man who had just tasted her deepest surrender, the man who wanted *everything* she offered, surged forward.

“You really want that?” I asked, my voice lower now, a tremor running through it. “To watch me with Ryujin? While I’m still inside you?”

Yuna nodded, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks “Yes. It… it makes me feel even more wicked. More… wanted. Like you can’t get enough of either of us.”

Ryujin let out a low growl, a sound of pure satisfaction. She reached over, her fingers tracing the curve of Yuna’s hip “See, Ben? I told you she had a wild streak. She just needed permission to unleash it.”

I pulled out of Yuna slowly, the wet, sucking sound echoing in the quiet room. Her hips arched instinctively, a soft moan escaping her lips as the friction ended. My cock, still hard and slick with her juices, throbbed with a renewed hunger. I watched her face, searching for any sign of discomfort, but her eyes remained fixed on me, a hungry, expectant gleam in their depths.

I knelt between her legs, my gaze sweeping from her, still flushed and panting, to Ryujin, who was watching us with an intensity that matched Yuna’s “I’m still hard,” I said, my voice a low rumble “I don’t want to stop.”

Ryujin’s eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, met mine “Good” she said, her voice a sultry purr. “Because neither do I.”

She pushed herself up, her naked body glistening with sweat. She moved with an almost feral grace, crawling over Yuna’s legs until she was kneeling beside me, her gaze sweeping over Yuna’s body, then mine “But first,” she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, a wicked smile playing on her lips “I think our maknae has something to say about how much control she wants to give up. Or… who she wants to take it from.”

She reached for the soft ties binding Yuna’s wrists.

“You trusted me with this, Yuna” she said, her fingers brushing the knot “It’s only fair you help Ben take away some of my control too.” Yuna’s eyes widened, a flicker of surprise, then understanding. Her gaze darted between Ryujin and me.

“You… you want me to tie you?” she asked, her voice a little breathless.

Ryujin leaned closer, her lips brushing Yuna’s ear “Not just tie me,” she murmured “I want you to see Ben takeover me, over both of us. Even for just a little while. I want you to see what I look like when I’m completely at both of your mercy.”

Yuna’s breath hitched. A slow, delicious shiver ran through her body “Our mercy?” she whispered. Ryujin pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yes, mercy. Or cruelty. Whatever you choose. But I want you to be the one to choose.”

She looked at me, a silent challenge in her eyes. I understood. This was part of Yuna’s growth, her claiming of agency even in surrender. It wasn't just about my desire for them, but their desire for each other, and their desire to define the terms of this raw intimacy.

I reached out, my fingers tracing the soft restraints on Yuna’s left wrist “Do you want me to untie you now, Yuna?” I asked, my voice calm, steady with a hint of mischief too “So you can tie Ryujin and see how we punish your unnie for misbehaving?”

Yuna looked at the ties, then back at Ryujin, then at me. Her brow furrowed in thought, then a slow, confident smile bloomed on her face “Yes,” she said, her voice stronger now, a hint of steel beneath the softness “Yes, please.”

I carefully unknotted the soft fabric, freeing her wrist. Yuna stretched her hand, rubbing the faint indentations on her skin. She looked at the ties, then at Ryujin, a new light in her eyes.

Ryujin turned, presenting her wrists to Yuna “Be gentle” she teased, but her eyes held a deeper message: But don’t be too gentle.

Yuna took the ties, her fingers surprisingly steady. She looked at Ryujin, a mischievous glint in her eyes “I think I’ll be just cruel enough, Unnie”

She bound Ryujin’s wrists, not too tight, but firm enough to convey intent. Ryujin let out a small gasp as the fabric settled, her eyes locking onto Yuna’s. The air in the room shifted, crackling with a new kind of tension, a delicious power play. Ryujin said, her voice a low growl, her eyes still on Yuna “Show her, Ben. Show her how much I like to be taken.”

I didn't need further prompting. My cock throbbed, aching for release, for the feel of Ryujin’s tight heat. I reached for her, pulling her close, her body pressing against mine. The scent of our combined sex, musky and sweet, filled my nostrils.

I lifted her, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. She was surprisingly light, her body pliant in my arms. I positioned myself, her pussy, still slick with Yuna’s and my own fluids, pressing against my shaft. I pushed in, a slow, deliberate invasion. Ryujin let out a sharp intake of breath, her back arching. Her muscles clenched around me, a fierce, possessive grip that made me groan.

I started to thrust, slow and deep at first, then picking up the pace. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room. I could feel Yuna’s eyes on us, a silent, intense gaze that fueled my hunger. Ryujin’s moans started low, guttural, then grew in intensity. Her head tipped back, her hair a dark cascade against my shoulder. I could feel her clit rubbing against my groin with every thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through us both. Her hips began to buck, meeting my rhythm, then driving it. Her tied wrists strained against the soft fabric, a visual testament to her surrender.

I held her aloft, her legs wrapped around me, her body shaking with each powerful thrust. I could feel the raw, animalistic pleasure radiating from her, a heat that consumed me “She’s insatiable, isn’t she, Yuna?” I gasped, my voice hoarse, my eyes meeting Yuna’s over Ryujin’s shoulder “She loves it rough. She loves to be taken.”

Yuna’s eyes, wide and luminous, were fixed on Ryujin’s face, on her contorted expression of pleasure. A slow, sensual smile spread across Yuna’s lips “She does, doesn’t she?” Yuna whispered, her voice husky with fascination “Look at her, Ben. It must feel really good to take her like this.”

Ryujin let out a loud, piercing cry, her body tensing, her orgasm building. Her muscles clamped down on me, milking me dry. I felt the surge, the intense pressure building in my own loins. I held her tighter, driving into her with a desperate, bruising force. Ryujin screamed, a guttural, primal sound that tore from her throat. Her body convulsed around me, her orgasm a violent, shuddering release as she felt my own climax bursting, pumping a hot, insistent flow of my cum inside her walls. But I held back, my eyes still on Yuna.

I wanted her to see it all. To see the raw, unbridled pleasure etched on Ryujin’s face. To see the way Ryujin’s body shook, completely undone. Ryujin’s legs went limp around my waist, her head falling back against my shoulder, her breathing ragged. She was spent, her body a trembling mess.

I pulled out, the wet pop echoing in the room. My cock, still hard and dripping with the traces of cum and Ryujin’s wetness.

Yuna’s eyes were still on Ryujin, a look of awe and something else—a deep, stirring hunger. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps. Her hand, which had been resting on her thigh, slowly drifted down, her fingers brushing the damp fabric of her underwear. She started to touch herself, her movements slow and deliberate at first, then picking up pace. Her fingers found her clit, circling the sensitive nub, then sliding down into her slick folds.

“Oh, Ryujin unnie,” she moaned, her voice thick with desire “You’re so beautiful when you look like that. So… completely gone and taken. It makes me so wet. So… hungry.”

Ryujin, still panting, lifted her head. Her eyes, hazy with post-orgasm bliss, found Yuna’s. A slow, sensual smile spread across her face “It’s good, isn’t it, Yuna? she whispered, her voice raspy. To let go completely. To feel everything.”

Yuna nodded, her eyes closed, her fingers working faster, more urgently. Her hips began to rock gently, mirroring the motion of her hand “I want to feel that,” she breathed “I want to feel that kind of… surrender.”

I watched her, a knot of desire tightening in my gut. My cock throbbed, a silent testament to the arousal coursing through me. I moved closer, my body still slick with sweat “Ryujin,” I said, my voice low, a challenge in my tone “Do you think it’s fair that your maknae here is only touching herself while you get to be fucked?”

Ryujin’s eyes snapped open, a mischievous glint returning to their depths. She looked at Yuna, then at me, a wicked smile playing on her lips “No,” she purred “Not fair at all.”

I gently lowered Ryujin, her body still pliant, and guided her onto her hands and knees. Her ass, round and firm, was presented to Yuna. I nudged her forward, until her face was inches from Yuna’s still-tied thighs, Yuna’s pussy now fully exposed, glistening and swollen. Ryujin, still bound, looked at Yuna, a predatory gleam in her eyes “Looks like you’re going to get your wish,” she murmured, her voice husky “You get to watch me be completely at your mercy while Ben has his way with me.”

Yuna’s breath hitched, her fingers pausing on her clit. Her eyes widened, a mixture of shock and intense arousal. Ryujin leaned down, her tongue darting out to taste the warmth between Yuna’s legs. Yuna gasped, her back arching, her fingers stopped stimulating herself as it moved to dig into the sheets. Ryujin began to lick, her tongue circling Yuna’s clit, then dipping into her folds. A wet, slurping sound filled the air. Yuna’s moans grew louder, more frantic.

I watched, my cock throbbing, a deep, primal satisfaction settling in my chest. This was it. This was the raw, unbridled desire, the complete surrender, the untamed kinky heart of Yuna that she had been hiding. And Ryujin, the wild card, was playing her part perfectly.

I leaned down, pulling Yuna into a hungry kiss. Our mouths met, tongues clashing, a messy, desperate exchange of saliva. I tasted her, sweet and mingled with the faint tang of the combined scent of us three.

Look at her, I whispered against her lips, my voice ragged. “Yuna, look at how horny your Unnie is, still eating your pussy while I’m kissing you. Even after getting pumped full of my cum. She can’t get enough of you.”

Yuna’s eyes, still glazed with pleasure, flickered open. She looked past my shoulder, at Ryujin, whose head was still buried between her legs, her tongue working diligently. A deep, guttural moan escaped Yuna’s throat. She twisted in my arms, her gaze dropping to my still-hard cock, slick with a mixture of my cum and Ryujin’s fluids. Her eyes, usually so guarded, were now wide with an intense, almost feral hunger.

She reached out, her fingers wrapping around my shaft, her grip surprisingly firm. She pulled me closer, her mouth opening “Yuna,” I whispered, a jolt of surprise and pleasure shooting through me. “You want to…”

She didn’t answer. Her lips closed around my cock, her tongue darting out to taste the slickness. Her suckling was tentative at first, then grew bolder, more confident. She worked her mouth up and down my shaft, her breath hot and wet. A moan tore from my throat. Her technique was surprisingly good, her lips soft, her tongue teasing. I could feel the blood rushing to my head, the pressure building again, faster this time.

“Ryujin,” I gasped, my voice thick with desire. “Our maknae is trying to get me off. What do you think about that?” Ryujin’s head lifted from between Yuna’s legs, her mouth glistening. She looked at Yuna who was burying my cock with mouth, then at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief “She’s a fast learner, isn’t she?” Ryujin purred, her voice husky “But I think she needs a reminder of who’s in charge.”

She looked at me, a challenge in her eyes “Show her, Ben. Show her the punishment a naughty unnie like me deserves to have.” Yuna pulled away from my cock, her lips swollen, a faint sheen of cum and saliva on her chin. Her eyes, bright and triumphant, met mine.

“Ryujin,” I said, my voice was low, my cock still throbbing from Yuna’s ministrations “I think you’re right.”

I pulled Ryujin back, her tied wrists still behind her. I lifted her again, positioning her over my lap, her ass facing Yuna as I slid back inside Ryujin. I slapped her ass, a sharp, resounding smack that made her yelp, a mixture of surprise and pleasure. “Ryujin. You’re supposed to be taking care of Yuna. Instead you’re getting yourself off, in front of Yuna too.” I gave her ass another slap as she whimpered in pleasure “What example are you setting for her?”

Ryujin turned her head, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed “But she makes me so horny,” she whined, a playful protest in her voice “And you… you make me even hornier.”

I slapped her ass again, harder this time. The sound echoed in the room “That’s no excuse,” I said, my voice stern “Now, be a good unnie and go back to Yuna. Make her cum.”

Ryujin let out a low moan, a mixture of submission and anticipation. She turned, her bound hands still behind her, and crawled back to Yuna. She buried her face between Yuna’s legs again, her tongue resuming its relentless assault. Yuna’s moans grew louder, more desperate. Her hips bucked, her body arching into Ryujin’s face “Oh, Unnie, yes! Like that! Please!” Ryujin’s head bobbed, her slurping growing more frantic. Yuna’s body began to shake, her moans turning into whimpers, then gasps. I watched, my cock throbbing, a deep, primal urge to join their dance. While, letting Ryujin work her magic I went behind her, Yuna clearly seeing what I planned on doing “Now don’t forget about your favorite manager, Ryujin” I slowly rubbed my tip around her entrance. Ryujin pulled her face out of Yuna to answer me, but I didn’t care for her reasoning. I leaned in pushed her head back to go back to tending to Yuna, “Don’t stop now, you have to make it up to her.” as I looked back to Yuna, giving her another kiss as I shoved my entire length inside Ryujin in one single thrust. This made Ryujin lick Yuna more frantically, I could tell because Yuna’s tongue was moving in our kiss as wildly as Ryujin’s muffled moans.

Yuna’s orgasm was building, a tidal wave about to crash, she screamed, a long, drawn-out cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on Ryujin’s face. Ryujin, still bound, let out a muffled groan, her tongue worked even faster, trying to catch every drop of Yuna’s release. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My own climax was upon me, a fierce, undeniable force. I grabbed Ryujin’s hips, pulled her back against me, and drove into her from behind.

I erupted inside her, my cum hot and thick, splashing against her cervix. Ryujin screamed again, her body tensing, her orgasm hitting her at the same moment. We were a tangled mess of limbs and sweat and cum, our bodies convulsing in a synchronized dance of pure, animalistic pleasure.

We collapsed, Ryujin’s head falling back against my chest, her breathing ragged. Yuna, still trembling from her own orgasm, lay beside us, her eyes closed, smiling with a beautiful mix of satisfaction and pleasure on her face.

After a few moments, I shifted, gently pulling out of Ryujin. My cock, still swollen and dripping, pulsed with residual pleasure. I looked at Yuna. She lay on her back, her legs still slightly spread, her pussy wet and glistening, her chest still heaving. I positioned myself over her, my gaze sweeping over her body. She looked utterly spent, but her eyes, when they opened, held a new depth, a fierce satisfaction.

“I want you again,” I whispered, my voice rough. “I want to feel you around me.” Yuna nodded, a soft moan escaping her lips “Yes,” she breathed. “Take me, this body is yours too, Ben. Please…”

I lowered myself, my cock sliding into her wet heat. She was still tight, her muscles clamping down on me with a familiar, welcoming grip. I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until I was buried deep inside her. I began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm, my eyes fixed on hers. I wanted to be intense, but with a hint of softness, a gentleness that acknowledged her vulnerability even in her newfound wildness.

The rhythm built, a steady, hypnotic beat. Yuna’s moans were softer now, less frantic, more a hum of deep satisfaction. Her hands, still free, reached up, her fingers tracing the muscles of my back. Ryujin, meanwhile, had managed to free one of her hands. She lay beside us, her eyes closed, her fingers slowly, deliberately, working her own clit. She was still bound, still at Yuna’s mercy, but she was finding her own release in the aftermath.

I watched her, then Yuna, then back to Ryujin. I wanted to give them both everything. I reached out, one hand finding Ryujin’s breast, my thumb circling her nipple. With my other hand, I cupped Yuna’s breast, my fingers teasing her nipple.

Yuna gasped, her eyes flying open. She looked at me, then at Ryujin, then at our intertwined hands. A slow, sensual smile spread across her face “Oh, Ben, this is…” her words trailed off as her orgasm began to build again, a slow, insistent pressure deep inside her. Her hips began to buck, her body arching into mine. Her fingers tightened on my back, her nails digging into my skin.

Ryujin, meanwhile, was moaning softly, her own orgasm building under my touch. Her body trembled, her fingers working faster on her clit. Yuna’s eyes locked onto Ryujin’s. A fierce, possessive hunger burned in their depths. As her orgasm peaked, a guttural cry tearing from her throat, she reached out, her hand finding Ryujin’s cheek. She pulled Ryujin close, her lips meeting Ryujin’s in a hungry, desperate kiss.

Their mouths clashed, a messy, passionate embrace. Tongues entwined, in a flurry. The sight of them, kissing passionately while I was still buried deep inside Yuna, while my hands teased both their breasts, was almost too much. My own climax, which I had been holding back, surged forward, a violent, undeniable force. I couldn’t come inside Yuna. Not like this. Not when they were so consumed with each other. It felt… too hot. Too perfect to mess with.

With a groan, I pulled out of Yuna, a wet, sucking sound filling the room. My cock, thick and engorged, pulsed angrily. Yuna whimpered, her orgasm still shaking her body, her eyes still closed, her lips still locked with Ryujin’s. I leaned over them, my cock hovering above their faces, still locked in their kiss “You two look so hot right now” I moaned, as both of them looked at me stroking my shaft rushing my own orgasm as while their kiss never broke, a heavy sound ripped from my throat as I came. My cum erupted from me in thick, hot bursts, splashing across their faces, mingling with their sweat and saliva. It coated their lips, their cheeks, their chins, a warm, sticky shower that covered them both.

Once they broke apart, gasping, their eyes wide, their faces smeared with my cum. Yuna blinked, her eyes hazy, then focused on my face, then on the white streaks across Ryujin’s cheek.

Ryujin, meanwhile, let out a low moan, a mixture of shock and pleasure. She licked her lips, tasting the cum, her eyes locking onto mine as she proceeded to lick Yuna’s face clean. Her tongue slowly collecting my cum from Yuna’s face and then went to give Yuna a kiss, her mouth giving Yuna her share of my seed. This made Yuna gasp in shock then it slowly turned into silent moans.

After a while both of them broke of the kiss, looked at me, and opened their mouths to show that both of them have swallowed it after vigorously sharing my load in-between in their kiss. “Unnie that was actually kind of hot, can we do that again next time?” Ryujin laid there laughing, “We just finished and she’s already looking forward to next time, Ben.”

Ryujin, still partially bound, let out a soft chuckle, her eyes sparkling “See?” she murmured, her voice a soft rasp “I told you she could handle it. She just needed to be chosen. To be seen.”

“Yuna,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, my body still shaking “Are you… are you okay?” Yuna’s eyes, soft and luminous, met mine. A slow, beatific smile spread across her face “I’m more than okay, oppa”, she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I’m… I’m everything.”

I reached out, my fingers tracing the outline of Yuna’s face, still glistening with sweat and cum. Her eyes were no longer guarded, no longer searching. They were open, vulnerable, and utterly, completely present “I’m here, Yuna, I said, my voice low and steady. I’m not going anywhere.”

Ryujin shifted, a soft groan escaping her lips.

“Well, as much as I love being art,” she said, her voice teasing, but with an underlying note of exhaustion “I think I’d like to be untied now. My wrists are starting to get tired.”

Yuna, still half-dazed, looked at Ryujin, then at her bound wrists. A small, triumphant smile touched her lips.

“Oh, right,” she said. “My mercy. Or my cruelty… Unnie definitely enjoyed that so we can’t call it cruelty” She reached for the ties, her movements slow and deliberate. She untied Ryujin’s wrists, rubbing the faint red marks.

Ryujin stretched, a luxurious groan escaping her. She then reached over, pulling Yuna into a tight embrace “You were amazing, she whispered, her voice full of genuine affection. Truly amazing.” Yuna buried her face in Ryujin’s neck, a soft, contented sigh escaping her lips.

“I… I couldn’t have done it without you, she murmured. Either of you.”

I watched them, a profound sense of peace settling over me. A man who had witnessed, and been part of, something transformative. This wasn't just sex. It was a reclaiming, a surrender, a profound act of trust. I reached out, pulling them both closer, until we were a tangled knot of bodies, skin still slick with sweat. The dim lamps cast long shadows across the room, the drawn curtains keeping the world outside at bay. In this space, in this moment, we were safe. We were everything.

I kissed Yuna’s forehead, then Ryujin’s “I’m not going anywhere,” I repeated, my voice a promise “Not now. Not ever.” Yuna stirred, her head lifting. Her eyes, still heavy-lidded, met mine “Good,” she whispered, her voice barely audible “Because I think… I think that we should do this again.”

Ryujin let out a soft chuckle her voice full of triumph. “I told you she was kinky.”

Yuna made a small sound against Ryujin’s neck. It might have been a laugh. It might have been embarrassment. It might have been both.

“I hate you,” Yuna whispered. “No, you don’t. You don’t let someone you hate eat you out while Ben takes them from behind.” “Can we at least wait for tomorrow, Ryujin?” I groaned. “I am considering it.” Ryujin laughed. “That means you’re recovering.”

I smiled faintly, but the expression faded as soon as I saw the way Yuna’s fingers trembled where they rested against Ryujin’s shoulder. The delayed reaction of someone whose body and mind were finally catching up to each other. I shifted closer, brushing my thumb along Yuna’s cheek.

“Yuna.”

Her eyes moved to mine. Still hazy. Still open. Still here.

“Are you okay? Actual answer,” I said softly.

Her lips parted. For a second, I saw the joke try to rise. Then she let it pass “I’m okay,” she whispered. I waited.

She swallowed “I’m overwhelmed. Embarrassed. Sticky. Very tired.” Her gaze flickered to Ryujin, then back to me “But I’m okay.” Ryujin let out a satisfied breath “Good answer.” Yuna’s mouth curved weakly “I learned from Lia unnie.” “That’s horrifying.” “It’s growth.” “It’s plagiarism.”

The small exchange helped. The room felt less like it was holding its breath now. I reached for the towel folded near the bedside table, then paused “Can I?”

Yuna nodded immediately. Then corrected herself, softer “Yes.”

I cleaned her first. Slowly. Carefully. Just warm cloth, gentle hands, and the quiet proof that being cared for afterward was not something she had to earn. Her eyes stayed on my face at first, searching for something I did not want her to have to ask for.

Her fingers curled loosely around my wrist “And you’re not leaving?” “No.” “Even if I get quiet?” “Especially if you get quiet.”

She nodded once, like that answer settled somewhere deep. Then I moved to Ryujin. She immediately lifted an eyebrow “I can clean myself.”

“I know.” “Then why are you looking at me like that?” “Because Yuna is holding your hand and you’re pretending not to notice.”

Ryujin looked down. Yuna’s fingers were wrapped around hers. Tightly. Not needy in a helpless way. Needy in the honest way. Ryujin’s expression shifted for half a second. Then she sighed like someone had asked her to carry groceries uphill.

“Fine, but this is your only freebie. The next time you want to take care of me, you have to earn it by making sure I’m too tired to move.”

Yuna’s grip loosened slightly “You don’t have to stay because of me.”

Ryujin looked at her. That was the wrong thing to say. Not because Ryujin got angry. Because her face softened in a way she clearly resented “Shut up.”

Yuna blinked. Ryujin turned more fully toward her “I stayed because you asked me to help build this. I don’t get to leave just because the loud part is over, besides I’m trying to get Ben to get rougher with me next time if he wants to take care of my like a princess.”

The room quieted. Yuna stared at her “Unbelievable…” “Yuna, meet post-sex Ryujin” I laughed. Ryujin looked away first “Also, I’m exhausted and your bed is comfortable.” “There she is” Yuna smiled.

I cleaned Ryujin’s wrists next, rubbing gently where the fabric had left faint marks. She watched my hands, then looked at Yuna.

“See? This is what aftercare looks like when someone isn’t a coward.” Yuna blinked “Are you calling yourself a coward?” “No.” “You are.” “I am calling myself historically efficient.” “That means coward.” “It means time-saving.”

I looked at Ryujin. She looked at me “What?”

“You’re staying.” She rolled her eyes “Yes, I’m staying.” “Actual answer?”

She glared. Yuna smiled wider. Ryujin pointed at both of us.

“I hate this that new catchphrase.” “Actual answer,” Yuna whispered.

Ryujin froze. Because from Yuna, it sounded different. Softer. Less like a joke. More like an invitation to be honest too. Ryujin exhaled through her nose “Yes,” she said finally “I’m staying because I want to make sure you’re okay.”

Yuna’s eyes softened “And?”

Ryujin stared. Yuna waited. I stayed quiet. Ryujin’s mouth twisted “And maybe I don’t hate this.” Yuna’s smile became almost unbearable. Ryujin immediately looked away “Do not make that face and Ben has to earn it.”

“What face?” “The face that makes me regret emotional growth.”

Yuna laughed. This time, it sounded like herself. Tired. Ruined. But herself. That was when I finally let my shoulders loosen. I got them water. Helped Yuna sit up. Made sure Ryujin’s wrists were fine. Checked the restraints again, not because they were still being used, but because putting them away carefully felt important.

Yuna watched that part with quiet attention. When I folded the soft ties and set them on the table, she said, “I don’t think I’m scared of them now.”

Ryujin glanced at her “No?” Yuna shook her head “I think I was scared of what it meant if I wanted them.” I sat beside her “And now?”

Yuna looked at the folded ties. Then at Ryujin. Then at me.

“Now I think wanting something doesn’t automatically make it bigger than me.”

Ryujin was quiet. I touched Yuna’s cheek “No. It doesn’t.”

Her eyes lowered. Then, barely above a whisper, she said, “Oppa.”

The word landed differently now. Not like surrender this time. Like trust after surrender. Ryujin heard it too. Her face changed, but she did not joke. Not immediately. Yuna leaned forward and rested her forehead against my chest.

“I’m tired.” “I know.” “Can you sleep here?” “Of course I can, Yuna.” “With both of you?” Ryujin was already shifting closer before she answered “Greedy.” Yuna’s voice was muffled against me “Yes.”

Ryujin looked at me over Yuna’s head. There was still heat there. Still mischief. Still everything that made Ryujin impossible. But beneath it was something steady. I reached for my phone with one hand while keeping Yuna tucked against me. Yeji had told me to text what mattered.

Me: Yuna is okay. Overwhelmed, but okay. She chose it. Ryujin stayed. I’m staying too.

The reply came after a minute.

Wife 💛💛💛💛💛: Good. Stay. Wife 💛💛💛💛💛: Tell Yuna I’m proud of her tomorrow. Not tonight. Let her sleep. Me: I love you. Wife 💛💛💛💛💛: I know. I love you, too. Come back because you want to. Not because you feel guilty. Wife 💛💛💛💛💛: If you come back to me right now, you’re sleeping outside the entire vacation…

I stared at the screen for a moment.

Ryujin noticed “Yeji?” I nodded “What did she say?”

I showed her. Ryujin read it. Her expression flickered again.

“Smart woman,” she murmured. “Terrifying woman,” I added. “Both,” Yuna whispered sleepily against my chest.

Ryujin and I both looked down at her. Yuna’s eyes were closed. Barely awake. Still listening.

Ryujin smiled despite herself “Nosy maknae.” “Emotionally aware maknae” Yuna mumbled. “That is worse.”

I set my phone aside. The three of us settled awkwardly at first. Then naturally.

Yuna ended up between us, curled partly into my chest, one hand still holding Ryujin’s fingers like she was making sure both sides of the night remained real. Ryujin lay behind her at an angle, pretending she had only stayed because moving was inconvenient, while her thumb kept brushing lightly over Yuna’s knuckles.

No one called her out. That felt like mercy. The room slowly cooled around us. The lamps stayed low. The ocean moved somewhere beyond the curtains.

For a long while, no one spoke. Then Yuna whispered, “I didn’t lose myself.” Ryujin’s hand stilled. I kissed Yuna’s forehead “No.” She let out a small, shaky breath “I thought maybe I would.”

“I know.” “But I didn’t.” “No.”

Her fingers tightened around Ryujin’s “I think Lia unnie was right.” Ryujin’s voice softened “About what?” “Stopping doesn’t mean going back.”

The silence after that was deep. Gentle. Ryujin closed her eyes “She’s going to be insufferable if she finds out she inspired you.”

Yuna smiled faintly “Then don’t tell her.” “I’m telling everyone.” “No.” “I’ll make a speech.” “Unnie.” “Fine. No speech.”

I felt Yuna relax until her breathing evened out against my chest.

Ryujin stayed awake a little longer. I knew because her hand was still moving lightly over Yuna’s.

“You okay?” I asked quietly.

She did not answer right away. Then she sighed “You know I don’t need aftercare.” “I didn’t ask if you needed it.”

Her eyes opened. I met them “I asked if you were okay.”

That shut her up. For once. Her gaze shifted to Yuna. Then back to me.

“I’m okay.” “Actual answer?” She glared weakly “You are all ruining my brand.” “Actual answer.”

Ryujin looked at Yuna again. Her expression softened into something tired and honest.

“I’m proud of her.” “I know.” “And I’m proud of me.”

That surprised me. Maybe it surprised her too. She looked away immediately after saying it.

“I didn’t make it a joke when it mattered.” “No,” I said. “You didn’t.” Her mouth twitched “I’ll recover from that.” “I believe in you.” “Don’t.”

I smiled. She settled down again, closer this time. After a while, she muttered, “For the record, I’m demanding compensation.” Yuna, somehow still awake enough to hear only dangerous things, mumbled, “Compensation?”

Ryujin’s smile returned in the dark “I was emotionally available for hours.” Yuna’s eyes stayed closed “You are falling asleep in my hair.” “That still counts.” “As what?” Ryujin’s gaze slid to me “Labor.” I closed my eyes “Good night, Ryujin.” “That was not a no.” “It was a prayer.”

Yuna made a soft, sleepy sound that might have been a laugh. Then she finally drifted under. Ryujin followed not long after, though she would deny it if anyone asked. I stayed awake a little longer. Yuna warm against me. Ryujin’s hand still tangled with hers. Yeji’s message glowing in the back of my mind. Come back because you want to. Not because you feel guilty.

I would. Not because the night had been a detour. Because staying had been the promise. And returning would be another one. Eventually, sleep took me too.

When I woke up, I didn’t move. I just watched the way the light caught the stray hairs of her forehead. Yuna was already awake. I could tell by the way her heart beated faster against my ribs.

“You’re still here,” she whispered.

Her voice was a fragile thing, stripped of the performance, the noise, and the carefully constructed armor of the maknae. It wasn't a question; it was a realization.

“I told you I would stay,” I murmured, my voice thick with sleep.

Yuna shifted, lifting her head just enough to look at me. Her eyes were different this morning. The sharpness was gone, replaced by a steadiness that felt earned. She didn’t look like she was waiting for the floor to drop out from under her. She just looked... present.

“I didn’t think you would actually do it,” she admitted. “I’m a man of my word, Yuna.”

A small, genuine smile touched her lips. She leaned up, pressing a lingering, soft kiss to my jaw. It wasn’t a request for more; it was a thank-you.

The silence that followed was warm, almost sacred, until a low, raspy groan sounded from the other side of the bed. Ryujin stirred, her limbs sprawling across the mattress like a cat waking from a long nap. She blinked, her eyes scanning the room before landing on us. The mischief returned to her gaze almost instantly, a flicker of electric energy that signaled the end of the peace.

“Get a room you two,” Ryujin muttered, though she was already sliding closer. “We are in a room,” I replied.

Ryujin propped herself up on one elbow, her hair a wild, dark halo around her face. She looked at me, then at Yuna, then back to me. A slow, predatory smile curved her mouth.

“You know, Ben, I’ve been thinking,” she said, her voice dropping into a playful, dangerous register. “That’s usually where the trouble starts.”

“Exactly. Last night, I was a pillar of support. I provided emotional stability. I managed Yuna’s crisis. I was, for all intents and purposes, emotionally available for hours on end.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is that how you’re framing it?” “I am. And in any professional setting, that kind of labor requires compensation.”

Yuna let out a soft, stifled giggle, burying her face back into my chest “Compensation?” I asked.

“Physical compensation,” Ryujin clarified, her hand sliding down the length of my thigh, her fingers grazing the edge of my thigh “I’ve had my fill of the ‘soft and tender’ part of the night. Now, I want the part where you stop being a manager and start being a man.”

The air in the room shifted. The gold light suddenly felt hotter. I looked at Yuna, who had peeked out from my chest. She wasn’t retreating. She was watching, her pupils dilated, a flicker of that psychological curiosity returning. She didn’t look like she wanted to be the center of attention, but she clearly wanted to be part of the current.

“You’re greedy,” I murmured. “I’m a professional,” Ryujin countered, her hand tightening. “Now, are you going to pay up, or do I have to file a formal complaint?”

I didn’t answer with words. I reached out, grabbing Ryujin’s waist and pulling her sharply across Yuna and into me. Ryujin let out a delighted gasp, her body colliding with mine in a tangle of warm skin and friction.

I flipped her onto her back, my body pinning her into the mattress. I didn’t start slow. The memory of the night’s tenderness was still there, but Ryujin didn’t want tenderness. She wanted the rough, instinctive rhythm we had established over the months. I captured her lips in a bruising kiss, my tongue forcing its way past her teeth, tasting the salt and the sleep and the hunger.

Ryujin moaned into my mouth, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me flush against her. I could feel her already wet, the heat radiating throughout my hand as I reached down.

A wet sound echoed in the quiet room as I slid two fingers deep into her. Ryujin’s head snapped back, her throat arching as a guttural cry escaped her.

“Oh god, Ben,” she gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

I didn’t stop. I worked my fingers in a fast, driving rhythm, my thumb grinding relentlessly against her clit. Beside us, Yuna had shifted. She was propped up on her elbows, her gaze fixed on the point where my hand disappeared into Ryujin. She wasn't touching me, but she was touching herself, her fingers sliding rhythmically over her own clit.

I looked up, catching Yuna’s eye. She didn't look away. She watched me fuck Ryujin with my hand, her breath hitching, her chest heaving in time with my movements. The sight of her—observing, aroused, and completely honest about it—sent a jolt of adrenaline straight to my gut.

I felt my own cock harden instantly, pulsing against my thigh. I pulled my fingers out of Ryujin with a wet pop and started rubbing my cock on Ryujin’s slit, drenching it in her nectar.

“You’re hornier than usual,” Ryujin panted, her eyes wide as she looked at me. “What’s wrong? Is the manager losing his cool?” “We have an audience,” I rasped, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears.

I moved between Ryujin’s legs, the scent of her arousal hitting me like a physical blow. I guided my head to her opening and pushed in. The fit was tight, a searing, perfect pressure that made me groan. Ryujin screamed, her nails scratching lines into my back as I sank all the way in, my balls slapping against her with a heavy, rhythmic thud.

I began to drive into her, my thrusts deep and punishing. The sound of it—the squelching of our bodies, the frantic gasps for air—filled the room.

“Look at her, Ryujin,” I groaned, leaning down to whisper in her ear while I continued to rail her “Look at your maknae. She’s watching me fuck you, and touching herself to the show.”

Ryujin glanced sideways at Yuna. Yuna was breathing in ragged, shallow bursts, her fingers moving at the same pace I was thrusting into Ryujin, her eyes locked on the sight of it all.

“She... she is,” Ryujin whimpered, her voice breaking. “God, Ben... the way she’s looking at us... it makes me feel so much hornier too.”

“I can feel it with how tighter you’re being,” I countered, my voice a ragged shadow. “You’re wetter because you know she’s seeing every single inch of me going inside you. You love being a spectacle for her, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Ryujin cried out, her hips bucking wildly. “Yes, fuck me! Fuck me while she watches!”

I shifted my position, pulling Ryujin’s legs up over my shoulders. It opened her up completely, giving Yuna a front-row seat to the friction, the wetness, and the way Ryujin’s pussy clung to me.

Yuna let out a soft, broken moan. “You look so hot, Unnie,” she whispered, her voice trembling “I’ve never seen you look like that. You look... completely ruined.”

The comment was like gasoline on a fire. Ryujin’s eyes rolled back in her head, her internal muscles clamping down on me in a series of violent spasms. She began to vocalize everything—every slide, every hit of my cock against her cervix, every shudder of pleasure.

“It feels... so good!” Ryujin sobbed, her voice loud and unashamed. “Ben, please! Harder! Give her a better show!”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I hammered into her, my movements becoming primal, stripped of all caution. The room was a symphony of intimacy—the slapping of skin, the wet sounds of intercourse, and the frantic, overlapping breaths of three people pushed to their limits.

As I felt the pressure building in my loins, the tidal wave of climax approaching, I didn’t pull out immediately. I slowed down, my breathing heavy. I looked over at Yuna. She was almost shaking, her own release close, her eyes wide and pleading.

I leaned over, capturing Yuna’s lips in a deep, hungry kiss. I tasted the salt of her skin and the desperation in her breath. I pulled back just an inch, my forehead resting against hers.

“Where do you want it, Yuna?” I whispered.

Yuna’s gaze flickered to Ryujin’s spent, glistening body. A wicked, curious light entered her eyes “Cover her,” Yuna breathed. “I want to see you cover her with it.”

I groaned, the command snapping the last of my restraint. I pulled out of Ryujin with a wet, sliding sound and gripped my cock. I looked at Yuna, guiding her hand to my shaft. Her palm was warm from her own fluids, her grip firm as she began to stroke me, her fingers slick with of her own and Ryujin’s nectar. “Aim for it,” I rasped, my voice breaking.

Yuna guided me, her eyes locked on Ryujin’s stomach and breasts. I erupted in powerful, hot bursts, the semen splashing across Ryujin’s skin in thick, white streaks. I let out a long, shaking moan, my body locking up as the pleasure radiated through every nerve.

Yuna didn’t let go. She pulled me back into a vigorous, messy make-out session, our tongues clashing while I was covering Ryujin with my cum, the scent of sex and salt surrounding us. Ryujin lay there, breathless, looking down at the mess on her breasts and stomach. She let out a soft, exhausted laugh.

“Well,” Ryujin panted, her voice a rasp. “I think we might have awakened something in Yuna. She’s a little kinky, isn’t she?”

I pulled away from Yuna, resting my head on the pillow, my heart still hammering. “I like this kinky Yuna. I like her a lot.”

“Do you?” Yuna asked, her voice returning to that steady, honest tone. “I do,” I said, looking at her. “And I already have a few ideas for what I’m going to do to you next time.”

Yuna’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. She just smiled—a small, dangerous smile that told me the maknae was no longer just observing the chaos. She was learning how to create it. The intensity died down, leaving behind a heavy, warm silence. Ryujin eventually rolled off me, stretching her limbs with a luxurious groan.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Ryujin announced, though she looked like she could barely move. “I feel like a human oil painting.”

“Go ahead,” I murmured.

But I didn’t let Yuna go. She didn’t need sex—she was emotionally and psychologically saturated—but she still needed the connection. I guided her to sit on my lap, her back to my chest.

I didn’t use my cock this time. Instead, I focused on her. I began to kiss her shoulder, my tongue tracing the line of her spine, licking the salt from her skin. I could feel her shiver, her body leaning back into me.

“Ben...” she whimpered. I slid my hand around her, my fingers finding her clit. I didn’t rush. I used a slow, circling motion, my thumb applying a steady pressure that made her breath hitch. At the same time, I continued to lick and kiss her neck, my teeth grazing her skin.

“You like this, don’t you?” I whispered. “Yes... please... Oppa,” she sobbed, the word slipping out in a moment of total surrender.

I increased the pace of my hand, my fingers sliding into her wetness, mimicking the rhythm of the sex she had just watched. Yuna’s moans became louder, more desperate. She wasn’t performing; she was simply feeling. I kept the stimulation constant, refusing to let her peak too quickly, pushing her right to the edge and then pulling back, over and over.

“Right there!” she cried out, her body arching. “I can’t... I can’t hold in anymore!”

“Let go,” I commanded softly as I nibbled into her neck.

My fingers drove in deep, my thumb hammering against her clit with a relentless force. Yuna let out a piercing scream, her entire body shaking as a violent orgasm crashed over her. I didn’t stop. I kept stimulating her even as she peaked, pushing her through the aftershocks until she was limp and sobbing in my arms.

“I love it,” she whispered, her voice broken. “I love you doing that to me.”

I held her for a long time, kissing the top of her head. The room felt lived-in and intimate, the aftermath of the night and morning blending into a single, sustainable peace.

Suddenly, a voice drifted in from the hallway, accompanied by the sound of running water “Ben!” Ryujin yelled, her voice echoing from the bathroom. “I’ve been in here for ten minutes! Are you two still at it? Get your ass in here and help me wash this stuff off!”

I chuckled, feeling Yuna stir against me. “She’s impatient,” Yuna murmured. “She’s needy,” I corrected. “I HEARD THAT!” Ryujin screamed.

I kissed Yuna one last time, a slow, tender promise.

“I’m sorry, Yuna” I whispered. “I have to go attend to your needy unnie.” “I HEARD THAT TOO!”

I laughed, sliding out of bed and heading toward the shower, fully aware that ‘helping her wash’ was just Ryujin’s way of asking for one more round. As I walked, I glanced back at Yuna. She was curled up in the sheets, looking steadier and more honest than I had ever seen her.

thinking about ... stalker!ryujin who sees this pretty blonde girl walking around on campus one day ♡ she's just so pretty, she had the prettiest eyes and the nicest lips, she literally looked like a doll ... and she has a perfect body too ... tall, long legs, nice ass, cute tits. she would make the best fuckdoll!

most importantly, she seemed pretty weak, both physically and mentally. she'd be so easy to use....so easy to manipulate into being the perfect free use toy!

ryujin felt so dirty and disgusting for thinking that way...but her conscience wasn't strong enough to stop her from finding out as much as she could about the beautiful blonde girl ♡

camping out around the same spot every day and going through her classmates instagram and twitter accounts religiously when she was alone, she figured out that the girl's name was yuna, and that she was just a freshman. she didn't have many friends at school...she was alone most of the time. she had a roommate, a girl by the name of lia who was usually out partying late at night, leaving yuna all alone ~

yuna only posted the most innocent of selfies on her public instagram, but ryujin's perverted mind left her able to get off to them easily. night after night, she left her phone covered in cum, waiting for the day she'd be able to cover yuna in cum too :(

one day, ryujin decides to get a lot bolder than she had been previously, only stealing glances at her in public and jerking off to her posts in private -- she decides to follow yuna home.

yuna walked around campus with her earbuds in, not paying attention to her surroundings, so it was easy for ryujin to trail behind her to her dorm without the younger getting suspicious or nervous that this other girl was walking about 5 feet behind her, watching her intently.

when yuna ended up at her dorm, ryujin noticed that she left the door slightly cracked, as if she wanted someone to barge in and have their way with her. ryujin's cock throbbed in her pants at the thought of just, following yuna into her dorm and pinning her to the floor, easily overpowering her :(

but she didn't. her conscience won once more, and she quickly left yuna's dorm hall, going back to her own dorm to jerk off to the thought of using her.

at least she knew where yuna lived now, though, and the next night, she returned to the same spot.

the door wasn't cracked this time, but it was unlocked -- ryujin was grateful for yuna's stupidity, but she had no problem learning to pick locks if she needed to.

lia wasn't there thankfully, she was probably too busy vomiting her guts out on someone else's bathroom floor.

she made light, quiet steps, being so careful as to not wake the sleeping girl. she looked around until she found her bedroom, where the pretty girl slept soundly, not even the slightest bit aware that her stalker stood before her, or that she even had a stalker :( poor girl was blissfully unaware that ryujin stood before her with her hard cock poking through her sweats, ready to take advantage of her

oh, and ryujin definitely stole a couple of pairs of her panties while she was at it, poor yuna would definitely realize she had a stalker when her favorite pairs of panties were returned to her covered in cum and when she woke up all sticky from ryujin jerking off over her sleeping body :(