Chapter 40: Jun Take Over
The atmosphere in the L’Aura suite was still electric, the air thick with the lingering scent of the kiss and the digital roar of millions of viewers. Hana remained in Jun’s grip, her body still trembling slightly, her mind a fragmented mess of pleasure and shock. She was no longer the director of the show; she had become the star of a scene she hadn’t scripted.
Jun, however, was perfectly in his element. With a smooth, effortless motion, he shifted his grip, keeping Hana close but allowing her to regain some of her balance. He leaned in toward the phone, his gaze piercing the camera lens.
“Alright, that’s enough of the shock for now,” Jun said, his voice low and vibrating with a natural authority that seemed to command the attention of every person watching. “Right now, the ladies are going to try on some new clothing. We’ll see what they’ve picked out.”
The chat, which had been a chaotic storm of emojis, shifted instantly. Now that they had a direct line to the man himself, the questions began to pour in with a feverish intensity.
【Wait, HE SPEAKS!! His voice is so sexy!! 😭❤️】
【Jun-sama! Will you try on clothes too?! Please say yes!!】
【SNEAK PEEK! Can we get a sneak peek of Jun-sama in something sexy?!】
【HOLD UP! Is he the same Jun from that luxury watch advertisement last year?! The one with the suit and the piercing gaze?!】
Jun scanned the scrolling text, a small, amused smirk playing on his lips. He didn’t just answer the questions; he took control of the conversation, his tone a mix of confidence and playful arrogance.
“I’m not trying on any clothes right now,” he replied, his voice steady. “I’m here to see how the ladies look. As for the ‘sneak peeks’…” He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he spotted a few particularly suggestive comments. “Keep it classy. Don’t get too naughty, or I’ll have to bring out the ban hammer. I don’t like my space cluttered with noise.”
The chat momentarily froze, the users stunned by his directness. Just as the silence settled, a series of official-looking messages appeared, highlighted in blue.
【MOD: Please maintain a respectful atmosphere. We remind all users to keep the chat within the Academy’s community guidelines.】
【MOD: We suggest the Prime Candidate avoid overly aggressive directives to ensure a positive user experience.】
Jun let out a short, dry chuckle. He looked at the screen, his expression one of sheer amusement. “Look at that. The mods finally woke up. What took you so long? Were you too stunned by the kiss to do your jobs?”
The chat exploded again, the users loving the friction.
【LMAO he just roasted the mods!!】
【MODS GOT OWNED!! 💀💀💀】
【Jun-sama is a savage! I love it!!】
The moderators attempted to maintain their professional facade, though the delay in their response was telling.
【MOD: … we were merely monitoring the traffic. Please, let us proceed with the scheduled content without further… diversions.】
“Fair enough,” Jun teased, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Stay in your lane, and I’ll stay in mine.”
He then turned his attention back to Hana, who was finally starting to blink, the daze of the kiss receding. She looked up at him, her face still flushed a vivid crimson, her eyes wide and shimmering with a mixture of shock and deep, visceral longing. She tried to pout, her lips curving into a small, indignant expression, but her voice lacked its usual sharp edge.
“You… you just took over my whole stream!” she grumbled, though there was no real heat in her voice. She was still reeling from the physical claim he had made on her, her body still humming with the memory of his tongue and the possessive pressure of his hand on her ass.
“You were taking too long,” Jun replied simply, his voice low and teasing. He didn’t pull away entirely; instead, he let his hand linger on her shoulder, his thumb grazing the sensitive skin of her collarbone.
Hana shivered, her breath hitching. She tried to pull back to regain her “Nation’s Sweetheart” composure, but as she shifted, the strap of her dress slipped. The delicate fabric slid slowly down her shoulder, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her pale skin and the swell of her breast.
She didn’t notice it immediately, too distracted by the heat radiating from Jun, but the livestream chat did.
【LMAO LOOK AT HER FACE!! She’s totally gone!! 😭❤️】
【Hana-chan is in a trance!! I’ve never seen her look this dazed!!】
【WAIT!! HER STRAP!! 😱 Look at it slipping!! She’s so distracted she doesn’t even know!!】
【She is literally melting into him. Look at those eyes! She’s in love!!】
Hana caught a glimpse of the comments and gasped, quickly hooking the strap back up with a flustered motion. She turned back to the camera, trying to laugh it off, but her voice was shaky.
“S-stop it, you guys! I’m just… the lighting in here is very strong, that’s why I’m red!” she chirped, though the “Sweetheart” persona was flickering. She looked at Jun, her expression a mix of frustration and adoration. “You can’t just do that! My fans are going to think I’m some sort of pushover now!”
Jun let out a short, amused huff. “If being claimed by me makes you a pushover, then I guess you’re in trouble, Hana.”
Hana’s heart hammered against her ribs. She wanted to argue, to reclaim her dominance, but the memory of his tongue invading her mouth was still too fresh. She leaned into him instinctively, her head resting against his chest for a brief second.
“I’m not a pushover,” she whispered, her voice dropping to a soft, needy tone that the microphone barely caught. “I’m just… your favorite.”
The chat erupted again, the users picking up on the shift in her tone.
【“Your favorite”!! I’m screaming!! 😭❤️】
【She is so whipped! I can’t believe it!!】
【The Nation’s Sweetheart has been conquered!! This is the best stream of the year!!】
Jun smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. He liked this version of Hana—the one where the mask of the idol had cracked, revealing the possessive, longing girl underneath. He gave her a final, firm squeeze of the waist before letting her go, leaving her breathless and trembling.
Sora stepped forward, her expression a picture of grace and sisterly affection. She held a stack of carefully selected garments in her arms, her movements poised. “Come now, Hana,” Sora said, her voice sounding warm and welcoming. “Let’s get you into these. I’ve picked out a few pieces that I think will suit your… unique energy.”
Hana stiffened. She knew exactly what Sora was doing. By acting as the “big sister” and guiding her, Sora was once again asserting her role as the First Wife—the one who manages and provides.
But the camera was still rolling.
Hana forced a bright, bubbly smile onto her face, leaning into Sora as if they were the best of friends. “Oh, Sora-chan! You’re so thoughtful! I can’t wait to see what you’ve found for me!” she chirped, her voice returning to the “Nation’s Sweetheart” tone.
Inside, Hana was screaming. I can’t believe I have to act like her little sister! she thought. But she knew that her image—and Jun’s—depended on a harmonious appearance. If the world saw them fighting, it would make Jun look unstable. For his sake, and for her own standing, she played the part perfectly.
Sora smiled back, a knowing, triumphant glint in her eyes. She led Hana toward the fitting rooms, the two of them looking like the perfect pair of companions.
Jun watched them go, then turned his gaze to Mei Lin. She had remained silent throughout the entire exchange, sitting calmly in her chair. She hadn’t reacted to the drama or the livestream; she had simply watched.
Without a word, Mei Lin stood up. She didn’t need to be told what to do. She reached for her own selection of clothing, her movements fluid and efficient. She gave Jun a single, meaningful nod—a silent acknowledgment of the dynamic in the room—and walked toward her own private fitting room.
The chat, however, was far from quiet. As the women disappeared behind the curtains, the users began to speculate wildly.
【Wait, who were the other girls?!】
【Did you see the tall one?! Those legs are insane!!】
【Sora is a goddess, but that other girl… she looked like a model! Who is she?!】
【I bet they’re all fighting for him! This is the most intense livestream I’ve ever watched!】
Jun settled back into his chair, the silence of the room returning now that the noise of the livestream had shifted to the digital void. He closed his eyes for a moment, a small smile on his lips. The pieces were all in place, the players were set, and the game had officially begun.