Chapter 36: Rivalry
The silence of the viewing suite was heavy, broken only by the ragged, uneven sound of Hana’s breathing. She lay sprawled across the velvet sofa, her body feeling as though it had been electrified and then drained of all energy. Her oversized sweater was bunched up around her chest, and her skirt was skewed, twisted around her hips. She was a mess—her skin was flushed a deep, feverish pink, and her chest heaved with the remnants of her arousal.
Between her thighs, she could feel the sticky, cloying heat of her own wetness. Her pussy was still pulsing, aching with a lingering sensitivity that made every movement of the fabric against her skin feel like a spark. Her nipples remained hard, poking sharply through her bra, and her mind was still a hazy blur of Jun’s voice and the image of him claiming Sora.
A soft, polite knock sounded at the door.
“Miss Lee?” a gentle voice called out. “I am the attendant for this suite. I was wondering if you would like to take a bath to refresh yourself before your next appointment?”
Hana blinked, slowly returning to reality. She looked down at her disheveled state and felt a flicker of embarrassment. “Yes… yes, please,” she murmured, her voice still raspy.
The maid entered, her expression neutral and professional. She guided Hana toward a connected, opulent bathroom that felt more like a private spa than a washroom. The room was filled with a soft, golden glow, and a large, sunken marble tub was already filled with steaming, aromatic water.
As the maid stepped behind her, she began to help Hana undress. Her hands were efficient, sliding the oversized sweater over her head and gently unzipping her skirt. As the clothes fell away, Hana felt the cool air hit her damp skin, making her shiver.
“Please enjoy your bath, Miss Lee,” the maid said, bowing slightly. “I will take your clothes to be cleaned and pressed. Once you are finished, I will guide you back to the boutique, where a selection of dresses has been prepared for you to choose from.”
As the maid exited, Hana stood alone in the steam, her eyes narrowing. A selection of dresses?
The realization hit her like a cold splash of water. Sora had arranged everything. The room, the bath, the clothes—it was a seamless, high-end experience. To most, it would seem like the ultimate gesture of hospitality, but to Hana, it felt like a calculated power move. Sora wasn’t just being a guide; she was playing the role of the “First Wife” perfectly, showing Hana that she controlled the environment, the schedule, and the very clothes Hana would wear.
She’s treating me like a guest in her house, Hana thought, her jaw tightening. She wants me to feel grateful for her ‘care.’ She’s showing off her power, making sure I know that without her, I’m just another invitee.
With a huff of irritation, Hana stepped into the warm water. As she sank into the bath, a long, involuntary moan escaped her lips. The heat was an instant relief, enveloping her tired muscles and soothing the ache between her legs. However, as the water surged up to her chest, she gasped; her nipples, still hypersensitive, reacted sharply to the touch of the warm water, hardening even further. She leaned back against the marble, closing her eyes and trying to let the tension drain away, though her mind remained focused on Jun.
The peaceful silence was interrupted by the sound of the door opening again.
Hana opened her eyes and froze. Walking into the bath area was Mei Lin.
She was completely naked, her movements fluid and confident. As she stepped into the light, Hana found herself involuntarily scanning the other woman’s body. Mei Lin was striking. She possessed a lean, athletic elegance that Hana didn’t have. Her legs were exceptionally long, stretching out like a model’s, and her skin was like polished porcelain.
But as Mei Lin stepped into the water, Hana noticed something.
She looked at Mei’s chest. While Mei was stunning, her breasts were significantly smaller than Hana’s own. Hana looked down at her own full, rounded curves, and a small, triumphant spark of satisfaction ignited in her chest. For the first time since arriving, Hana felt a sense of superiority. She may have the legs, but I have the curves Jun really wants, she thought, a smug smile tugging at her lips.
However, as Mei Lin settled into the water, Hana noticed something else. Mei’s breathing was still slightly heavy, and as she shifted, Hana could see the glistening evidence of arousal. Mei’s pussy was wet—dripping, in fact—just as Hana’s had been moments ago.
The realization hit Hana: Mei had watched the movie too. Mei had reacted the same way.
Mei Lin, for her part, seemed entirely unbothered by Hana’s presence. She leaned back in the water, closing her eyes and letting out a soft, relaxed sigh. She didn’t look at Hana; she didn’t try to compete. To Mei, this was simply a moment of recovery. She was unaware of the psychological war Hana was waging in her head, and she didn’t care. She was simply enjoying the warmth, her mind already drifting back to the image of Jun on the screen.
Hana watched her, her expression shifting from smugness to a renewed sense of rivalry. She realized that Mei wasn’t just a “harmless” girl; she was a woman who had been thoroughly awakened by Jun.
The two women sat in the steaming water, side by side, in a heavy, charged silence. One was fighting a battle of status and possessiveness; the other was simply savoring the afterglow of a digital encounter. But as they both sat there, naked and vulnerable, the tension between them only grew. The screening was over, but the real competition for Jun’s heart—and body—had only just begun.