The web grows. Secrets get heavier. And the members are starting to notice things you thought you were hiding.
You pulled up outside Chuu’s apartment building, checking your phone one more time. Her text had been simple: Can you come over tonight? Around 8? I need your help with something.
It was vague enough to be work-related, specific enough to make you wonder. After what had happened between you—multiple times now—every message from her carried a certain weight.
You knocked on her door at exactly 8pm.
Chuu answered with that bright smile, dressed casually in an oversized hoodie and shorts. “Oppa! Come in, come in.”
“What did you need help with?” you asked, stepping inside.
“In the bedroom. I’ll explain.”
That made your stomach flip. You followed her down the hallway, and when she opened her bedroom door, you stopped.
Yves was sitting on the bed.
She was in comfortable clothes—a fitted tank top and lounge shorts—her hair pulled back in a ponytail. When she saw you, her eyes went wide with confusion.
“Oppa?” She looked at Chuu. “I thought you said—”
“I know what I said.” Chuu closed the door behind you. “Change of plans.”
“Chuu, what’s going on?” you asked.
Chuu moved to sit beside Yves on the bed, took her hand. “You know how Yves and I help each other? With stress relief?”
Your brain stuttered. “I… what?”
“We’ve been hooking up for a while now,” Yves said bluntly, then looked at Chuu. “Which is why I’m confused why he’s here. I thought tonight was just us.”
“It is us,” Chuu said. “But I want to try something different.”
Yves pulled her hand away. “Chuu—”
“Just hear me out.” Chuu turned to you. “Oppa, you know what you and I did. How good it was.”
“Yes,” you said carefully.
“And Yves and I have been taking care of each other for months now. We use toys, we explore, we help each other forget the stress.” Chuu looked between you both. “But I realized—why use toys when we can have something real? With someone we trust?”
The implication hit you. “Chuu, I don’t think—”
“I already told Yves about us,” Chuu interrupted. “About what we did. How good you made me feel. And I thought… why not share that?”
Yves stood up abruptly. “Chuu, I came here expecting our normal night. Not… this.” She gestured at you. “No offense, Oppa, but I’m not really into guys like that.”
“None taken,” you said quickly. “Maybe I should go—”
“No.” Chuu stood too, moved to Yves. “Just try it. For me. You trust me, right?”
“Of course I trust you, but—”
“Then trust me on this.” Chuu cupped Yves’s face. “I wouldn’t suggest it if I didn’t think you’d like it. And you know I wouldn’t share anyone I didn’t completely trust.”
Yves looked at you, then back at Chuu. “I don’t know about this…”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” you said. “Seriously, Chuu, if she’s not comfortable—”
“She will be.” Chuu was remarkably confident. “She just needs to try it first. Trust me, Yves. Have I ever steered you wrong?”
Yves bit her lip, clearly torn. “No, but—”
“Then trust me now.” Chuu kissed her softly. “I’ll be right here the whole time. If you hate it, we stop. But I think you’re going to be surprised.”
The silence stretched. You felt deeply uncomfortable, like you were intruding on something intimate.
“Chuu,” you started, “maybe we should—”
“Okay.” Yves’s voice was quiet. “Okay, I’ll try. But if I don’t like it—”
“Then we stop immediately,” Chuu promised. She looked at you. “Oppa, come here.”
You moved closer, still uncertain. This felt wrong somehow.
Chuu positioned you in front of Yves. “Help her relax.”
You leaned in and kissed her carefully. She was tense at first, her lips uncertain against yours. But after a moment, she softened slightly, kissing back with hesitant curiosity.
When you pulled back, she looked surprised. “That was… okay.”
“See?” Chuu smiled. “Just okay? He’s better than okay.”
“Chuu—”
“Kiss her again, Oppa. Touch her this time.”
You looked at Yves. She nodded. You kissed her again, and this time you let your hands settle on her waist. She was toned, slim, and you could feel her trembling slightly.
Chuu moved behind Yves, wrapped her arms around her from behind. “Relax, babe. Let him make you feel good. You know I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you.”
The endearment made something click in your brain—they were more than just friends helping each other out. There was something here.
Your kiss deepened, and Yves made a small sound. Chuu’s hands slid up Yves’s sides, pushing her tank top up slightly.
“Let’s take this off,” Chuu murmured.
Between the two of you, you helped remove Yves’s tank top. She was wearing a simple sports bra underneath. Chuu unhooked it with practiced ease, and Yves let it fall.
Her breasts were smaller than Chuu’s, perky and firm with dusty pink nipples. She crossed her arms self-consciously.
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