Hyerim didn't let the silence stretch.
The moment the door sealed shut behind them, she turned back to Joon‑ho, hands already on him—decisive, familiar, greedy. Her fingers slid down his chest, over his stomach, unhurried but purposeful, as if she was reacquainting herself with something she already owned. When her palm brushed against the hard line pressing against his pants, she smiled.
"Still like this," she murmured, satisfied. "I knew it."
She kissed him again—deeper this time—tongue slipping past his lips as her hand wrapped around his cock through the fabric. She stroked him slowly, deliberately, feeling him thicken in her grip, feeling the way his body reacted to her touch without hesitation.
Behind them, Saena inhaled sharply.
Yurin made a small, helpless sound, barely louder than a breath.
Hyerim broke the kiss and looked at Joon‑ho with heat and amusement tangled together. "Come," she said simply.
