194: Chapter 194 The Trap in the Spider Cave

The bedroom was thick with an unspoken intimacy, the ticking of the wall clock striking a rhythm against the taut strings of the heart.

Ham Eun-jung was sheened with a fine sweat, her hair clinging to her flushed cheeks and the side of her neck. A misty glaze veiled her eyes, her normally steady breathing growing increasingly ragged.

She clutched Liu Zijun's arm, her fingertips whitening from the force, her voice carrying a hoarse, breathless pant.

"Oppa... wait a moment, I need to get a drink of water."

Liu Zijun released his hold, watching as she rose on unsteady legs and slipped on the semi-transparent silk nightgown.

The fabric clung to her skin, tracing the curves that still trembled faintly, the sweat marks on her back faintly visible.

Leaning against the headboard, he rubbed his fingers over the creases in the sheets, a playful smile playing on his lips.

This woman seemed steady, but her stamina wasn't much better than Im Yoona's. She was already spent after just this short while.

Just as Ham Eun-jung pulled open the bedroom door, a soft click of a combination lock turning came from the living room, followed by familiar, hushed giggles.

She paused mid-step as three figures squeezed inside—it was Lee Ji-hyun, Park Hyomin, and Park Ji-yeon.

Park Ji-yeon's voice was chirpy with excitement, but as she finished speaking and took in Ham Eun-jung's fully flushed face and sweat-beaded temples, she instantly couldn't suppress a low chuckle.

"Wow! Eun-jung unnie, you... just finished your 'workout'? Your face is completely red!"

Park Hyomin also got a clear look at Ham Eun-jung's state. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she nervously twisted the hem of her clothes.

Her eyes instinctively darted towards the bedroom as she lowered her voice to ask, "Then... who goes first?"

"Me first!"

Park Ji-yeon's eyes lit up as she surged forward half a step, only to be blocked by Lee Ji-hyun's outstretched hand.

Lee Ji-hyun smoothed her long hair, her gaze holding an unshakable resolve, her tone calm.

"No. Let unnie go first. You're the maknae; there will be plenty of chances for you to be alone with him all night later."

With that, Lee Ji-hyun gave the other two no chance to argue, walking directly towards the bedroom.

Leaving Ham Eun-jung standing at the very back, her cheeks red enough to drip blood.

She wasn't particularly flustered; after all, this matter had been tacitly understood among the sisters. She just hadn't expected them to come so quickly, so directly, and so... enthusiastically.

When the bedroom door was gently pushed open, Liu Zijun was lost in thought with his eyes half-closed, the lingering warmth from earlier still in his ears.

Hearing footsteps, he assumed Ham Eun-jung had returned.

He teased with a smile, "Eun-jung ah, your combat power... is only a hair better than Yoona's. Getting a drink of water takes you this long?"

He reached out, pulling the person who had entered into his arms.

The moment his fingertips touched the other's waist, he sensed something was off.

The waist was slimmer than Ham Eun-jung's, while the fullness of the chest was considerably more pronounced, the texture entirely different.

Liu Zijun's eyes snapped open to see Lee Ji-hyun's flushed face before him, her long eyelashes trembling, her gaze holding a trace of nervousness but, more so, a desperate boldness.

She wore a black slip dress that outlined her graceful curves, clearly having come prepared.

Lee Ji-hyun's voice carried a barely perceptible tremor.

"Ji-Jun... it's me."

"I said I was willing to do anything."

Seeing the stubbornness in her eyes, Liu Zijun instantly understood.

He had fallen into the spider's lair these T-ara sirens had laid out for him.

From the probing during the earlier dinner gathering to Ham Eun-jung's active invitation, and now the switch—it was clearly premeditated, just waiting for him to take the bait.

He raised an eyebrow, the hesitation in his heart instantly replaced by indulgence.

If he was going to be a scoundrel, he might as well go all the way. Since they were offering themselves up, what reason was there to push them away?

He didn't speak, just tightened his arms, pulling Lee Ji-hyun tightly against him and lowering his head to kiss her.

Lee Ji-hyun stiffened all over, then closed her eyes, responding fervently. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as she surrendered herself completely.

Soft gasps rose again in the bedroom, but unlike Ham Eun-jung's gentleness from before, this time held considerably more heat.

Lee Ji-hyun's kiss carried a hint of urgency, as if long-suppressed feelings had finally found an outlet. Her fingertips unconsciously traced his back, trembling slightly.

Feeling her initiative, the amusement in Liu Zijun's eyes deepened, his movements remaining gentle.

"Mmm! Ji-Jun..."

Lee Ji-hyun's voice held a sob, yet she still clung tightly to him. The trembling of her body gradually turned into active participation, the nervousness in her eyes replaced by total immersion.

Outside the door, Ham Eun-jung sat on the sofa, calming her rapid breathing. The flush on her face lingered, slow to fade.

She poured a glass of cold water and took a sip, her gaze falling on the bedroom door as a smile curled at the corner of her lips.

Park Hyomin and Park Ji-yeon stood outside, heads bowed nearly to their chests, yet their ears were pricked intently, listening to the sounds coming from the bedroom, their cheeks hot enough to boil an egg.

Park Hyomin's fingers twisted the hem of her skirt tightly, her eyes holding a trace of nervousness mixed with a hint of secret anticipation.

Meanwhile, Park Ji-yeon's eyes were full of curiosity and impatience.

"Mmm... I, I can't take it anymore..."

After an indeterminate amount of time, Lee Ji-hyun's tearful plea for mercy suddenly came from the bedroom.

Park Ji-yeon's head jerked up, her bright eyes turning to Ham Eun-jung as she asked in a hushed but excited voice, "Eun-jung unnie! Is Joon oppa that incredible? unnie is already begging for mercy! Hahaha!"

Ham Eun-jung flushed at the question and patted her shoulder.

"Don't... don't say it so loudly. He... he really is incredible... more than you can imagine."

Park Hyomin stole a glance towards the tightly shut bedroom door, the nervousness in her eyes intensifying.

She remembered Lee Ji-hyun's teasing during the earlier dinner, remembered Ham Eun-jung's coyness upon returning, and the little deer in her heart pounded wildly, a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

Park Ji-yeon asked again in a small voice, her tone carrying a sliver of worry but mostly the excitement of watching the spectacle.

"unnie, will Ji-hyun unnie be able to hold out?"

Ham Eun-jung shook her head helplessly.

"Don't worry. Ji-hyun unnie may seem gentle, but she's more stubborn than anyone deep down. Since she came, she'll definitely see it through to the end."

No sooner had she finished speaking than the sounds from the bedroom rose a few notches, mingled with Lee Ji-hyun's dazed murmurs and Liu Zijun's low, ragged breaths.

Inside the bedroom, Lee Ji-hyun lay limp in Liu Zijun's arms, completely spent. Tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, yet a satisfied smile graced her lips.

Leaning against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat and feeling the warmth of his palm, her heart was filled with contentment.

Liu Zijun gently patted her back, looking at her red-rimmed eyes, an unexpected softness stirring within him.

This woman was bolder than he'd imagined.

He lowered his head and planted a kiss on her forehead, his voice low and gentle. "Was it worth going all out like that?"

Lee Ji-hyun nestled in his arms, her voice carrying a lazy hoarseness.

"For you, it's worth it."

Having said that, she looked up at him, a flicker of slyness in her eyes.

"There are two more waiting outside. You'd better perform well, don't let us down."

Liu Zijun raised an eyebrow. Seeing the challenge in her eyes, the flame within him reignited.

He smiled and pinched her chin.

"Don't worry. Since you've come, I'll make sure you're all satisfied."

Outside, Park Ji-yeon piped up again.

"unnie seems to have quieted down! Is it my turn now?"

Ham Eun-jung and Park Hyomin exchanged a look, both seeing resignation in the other's eyes—this maknae was far too eager.

Ham Eun-jung walked over and sat on the sofa, taking a sip of juice from the table, thinking to herself: Tonight is going to be a sleepless night.