Rin groaned, his eyes fluttering open like old blinds creaking under sunlight. His head felt like it had been cracked open and stuffed with cotton, his mouth dry, breath thick with the stale taste of liquor. The cabin was dimly lit, the air reeking of booze, sweat, and the unmistakable tinge of pheromones clinging to the fabric of the night.
"Ugh... this place reeks," Rin thought, hiccuping slightly. His gaze dragged across the mess of empty glasses, overturned bottles, and half-melted ice in a stained metal bucket.
His head pulsed. Hard.
"Where did Kai go? Damn prick... He should've cleaned this up if he woke up first. Then again, I'd be an idiot to expect any sort of decency or respect from him," Rin thought bitterly, attempting to rise. But gravity hit like karma. His knees buckled and he collapsed back onto the bed.
SHWAAAAAAAAA.
The shower was running. The sound bled through the bathroom door like a ghost humming in the walls.
"I guess Kai's using the shower... How long is he taking?" Rin mumbled, squinting at the clock.
A yawn clawed out of his chest. "Am I falling asleep again...?" he muttered as his eyes betrayed him.
Then —
CREEEAAAK.
A presence.
He felt it.
A warmth. A shift in the air. Then a chuckle — low, dark, amused.
"Oy, ty durnyy kit!"
Then something cold gripped his finger. His index finger.
A smooth metallic pressure.
CLICK.
His eyes flew open. A sharp gasp tore through his throat.
He sat up so fast he nearly fell off the bed.
Panting.
He stared at his hand. His finger was intact.
"I swear I felt something..." he thought, hand trembling. There was no mark, but the sensation still lingered — like phantom pain.
"Did that guy smoke a cigar and head out while I dozed off again?" Rin wondered, glancing around. "It's almost time for breakfast. Where did he go?"
Then he looked down.
"Shit," Rin groaned internally. Morning wood. He yanked a pillow onto his lap like a soldier shielding a fatal wound. "Now of all times? After that dream? My brain's broken."
He sighed, rubbing his temple. "I should fix it before Kai comes back..." Then he paused.
Wait.
SHWWAAAA.
The shower was still running.
His eyes narrowed. "Who the hell is even in there...? Is it Kai? But why does it feel like I'm reliving my dream right now?"
Something crawled up his spine.
He grabbed his gun from under the bed, the weight of it grounding him. The steel felt cool in his palm as he crept toward the bathroom door.
His thoughts scattered into chaos, half-Japanese, half-incoherent panic:
"Moshimo sono yume ga watashi o kajō han'nō sa sete iru dakedattara dō shiyō? Ē tto, pātonā ga neboke me de jū o te ni shawārūmu ni tobikonde kuru tokoro o sōzō shite mite... kitto sukunakutomo 1-nenkan wa ijime rareru wa..."("What if that dream is just making me overreact? Umm… just imagine my partner, half-asleep, jumping into the shower room with a gun in hand... I'd probably be bullied for at least a year...")
He reached for the doorknob.
Then—CLUNK.
The room's main door opened behind him.
Rin spun.
There stood Kai.
Casually dressed, paper bag in hand, a croissant sticking slightly out the top.
"Why are you standing there like a creep?" Kai tilted his head, eyebrows slightly raised.
His tone was amused. Like Rin had just been caught peeking through lockers.
"Were you sleepwalking or something? So pervy."
Rin stared at him, dumbfounded.
His brain tried to compute. The math wasn't mathing.
"Huh?? If Kai is here... then... who the hell is in the bathroom?"
Just as he turned his head toward the door, it swung open.
Steam spilled out like breath from a dragon's nostrils.
And there —
Stood her.
Naked.
Her skin a rich, deep bronze that shimmered under the fog-filtered light. Hourglass hips. A long line of collarbone kissed with beads of water. Curls clung to her shoulders and back like vines claiming marble. Her eyes — honey-brown and dangerous — locked with Rin's for a split second before she smiled.
"Oh Kai, you're back," she said, her voice velvet soaked in sin.
She didn't even flinch at Rin's presence.
She sauntered up to Kai with all the ease of someone who belonged there.
Kai, without missing a beat, slid an arm around her bare waist and carried her — yes, carried her — back into the bathroom. The door shut behind them.
Her giggles melted into moans.
Rin just stood there.
Dumbfounded. Still holding the gun. Still semi-hard. Still processing.
"...Wow. Another person," Rin muttered to himself, finally lowering the gun.
"It's a tourist this time?" Rin thought, eyes narrowing as he collapsed onto the unmade bed, the sheets still smelling faintly of sweat, lavender soap, and the aftermath of sin.
He ran a hand through his tangled hair, exhaling through his nose.
"Let me guess. He used the damn shower as bait to reel her in. Just left the door open long enough for her to wander in, let the pheromones do the rest."
He turned his head lazily toward the paper bag Kai had brought in earlier. The one that had distracted Rin at the worst moment possible — right before a literal stranger walked out of their bathroom buck-naked.
"What even is that—?"
He sat up and pulled it toward him, peeking inside.
Snacks.
An assortment of neatly packed travel treats — biscuits, mixed nuts, dried fruit, a cold canned coffee, and a few chocolates. The kind of thing you'd give a kid on a school trip or… a woman you wanted to keep around long enough to make her feel like she wasn't just a lay.
"So, he brought this for her. Not bad, Casanova. Keep her fed, keep her soft."
Rin grabbed a biscuit pack and started chewing, not even really tasting it.
"If he wanted to be subtle about it, he failed miserably. But then again... maybe he didn't even try to be subtle. He just doesn't need to."
A few hours passed.
The clock ticked toward late afternoon, the low golden light of dusk slanting across the room, casting long shadows over their suitcases and tangled sheets. Kai and the woman — Okailey — had taken up residence in the corner like a scene out of some surreal indie romance film.
She was Ghanaian, tall, stunning, warm like a sun-drenched coastline. Her accent curled softly around every word, melodic and rich. Her laughter kept bubbling up — effortless, bright, addictive. Rin tried to tune it out. He failed.
Apparently, she was engaged, about to be married soon — just out here on a pre-wedding solo trip to "enjoy her final days of freedom," as she'd put it with a wink.
"Brave of her to call it 'freedom' when she's wrapped around Kai like a luxury scarf," Rin thought,
From his vantage point on the bed, Rin watched Kai help her with her shoes. She was seated, daintily lifting her foot, while Kai crouched before her, sliding the sandal on with careful fingers, as if he actually cared.
"Didn't he say he never sleeps with the same person twice?" Rin's eyes narrowed. "So why the hell is she still here?"
Okailey giggled again, running a hand through Kai's pale-blond hair, which he allowed without flinching.
Kai murmured something Rin couldn't catch — but it made her smile, soft and secret.
"He's not pushing her away."
"Why?"
"He always does."
Rin leaned back against the headboard, trying to keep his face neutral.
"I guess he's taken quite a liking to her. Or maybe she fits whatever mold he's into this week. Foreign, unavailable, emotionally safe. Someone who'll leave the country and never look back."
Okailey glanced at the clock and gasped. "Oh gosh, look at the time! It's five already?" she chirped.
She turned toward Kai. "Let's go to the cafeteria together, yeah?"
Kai nodded, smirking faintly. "Of course."
He stood first, then gently helped her up, brushing invisible dust from her dress like it was part of a well-rehearsed scene. He didn't flinch when she kissed his cheek. He even offered her his arm as they exited the room, all polished like a prince escorting a duchess.
"He's playing the long game with this one. Which means he's either bored or trying to prove something. Maybe both."
As the door clicked shut behind them, Rin sat in silence. Biscuit crumbs on his shirt. A half-drunk canned coffee by his side.
He stared at the empty room for a long while.
"Whatever game he's playing… I'm not a part of it," Rin thought
Later that day, the light in the room was a cool gold, filtering in through the sheer curtains like honey on glass. The kind of late afternoon light that makes everything look deceptively gentle. Rin sat at the far end of the room, curled slightly inward with a book resting on his thigh — a dense historical analysis of war-time propaganda, spine cracked and pages dog-eared. He had been halfway through it for weeks. Not because it was difficult, but because it required stillness — something he didn't often get with Kai around.
But now… now the room was only mostly quiet. The kind of quiet where every shift of breath feels louder than it should. Rin could feel the lingering hum of something recent. The air still tasted faintly of sandalwood cologne, leftover wine, and sex.
He flipped a page slowly. His finger paused at a passage about manipulation through silence — how words aren't always needed to control a narrative. A fitting metaphor, really.
He barely looked up when Okailey drifted into the room.
She was wearing Kai's oversized black shirt, buttoned carelessly so that one shoulder slipped free, exposing the edge of her collarbone and the smooth stretch of her tanned skin. The hem of the shirt just barely grazed her thighs, and her legs were bare. She moved like she belonged here. As if she had been here for years. Like she hadn't just wandered in from another country and tumbled into Kai's bed last night.
Rin tried not to look, but her presence was loud, even in her silence.
She flopped onto Kai's bed, right across from him, letting out a soft sigh. Then she tilted her face into her palm, leaning one elbow on the low table between them, her eyes fixed squarely on him — playful, unbothered, and too curious for his liking.
"So what you reading?" she asked cheerfully, her voice melting into the stillness like sugar in hot tea.
Rin didn't respond immediately. He didn't look up either. He took a slow breath, let the question hang in the air. He'd dealt with countless kinds of people before. Interrogators. Diplomats. Engineers. Spies. But something about a too-pretty stranger — sitting half-naked in the shirt of a man he was still trying to fully decode — made his throat tighten with something oddly close to unease.
"Why are you even talking to me?"
"You're not curious about the man in the corner. You've already made your choice."
Still, he finally answered, voice quiet but direct.
"Book on psychological warfare."
Okailey blinked. "Whoa. That sounds dark."
Rin shrugged lightly. "Not really. Just factual."
She tilted her head, watching him like she was studying a painting. "You're really serious, huh? You always got that look on your face. Like you're planning five different exit strategies at once."
He finally looked up at that. His expression unreadable. His thumb still held the page open.
"Old habit."
"You grow up dodging landmines and you don't exactly unlearn it."
Okailey giggled. "You and Kai are so different. He's so chill. Like… liquid confidence. But you're like…" She squinted, searching for the right word. "...a bomb waiting to go off."
Rin's gaze sharpened.
"You don't even know him."
"You've known him for what? Twelve hours? Maybe sixteen? If we count the extended moaning session you two gifted the entire hallway this morning."
"And yet, you sit here, smiling, half-naked in his shirt, calling me the bomb?"
But out loud, he said only:
"You shouldn't make assumptions about people you've just met."
She shrugged, undeterred. "Maybe. But vibes don't lie. I like to think I'm good at reading people."
Rin arched a brow, flipping another page.
"Then you should've noticed Kai's reading you. Like a goddamn novel."
She stretched her arms over her head lazily, the oversized shirt lifting dangerously, and Rin pointedly looked back at his book.
"How is she not freezing?"
"Or maybe that's the point. She's playing the part."
"They always play the part."
He caught the scent again — Okailey's pheromones. Sweet, floral, with a powdery expensive undertone that clashed completely with the raw, unfiltered energy in the room. It smelled like someone who hadn't yet realized she'd stepped into a den of wolves. Or worse — someone who had, and just didn't care.
"Does Kai ever read stuff like that?" she asked, her tone innocent, but her eyes sharp. She leaned forward, her bare legs curling under her on the bed, her oversized shirt slipping a little more off her shoulder as if it had a will of its own.
Rin didn't look at her directly, just turned a page and exhaled through his nose.
"Kai doesn't read books," he said. "He reads people. Books are too honest for him."
She laughed — a soft, curious sound — and started tracing slow circles on the table with her finger. It was all deliberate, all rehearsed. Rin had seen this kind of thing before. A million times. Disarming flirtation in casual wrapping.
Then she tilted her head again, lips brushing close to his ear.
"You know," she said, her voice velvet, "women tend to be more attracted to men who aren't interested in them."
She leaned in even further, her cheek nearly grazing his. "Isn't that strange?"
Rin was just about to respond — or maybe move away entirely — when the door clicked open behind them.
Kai stepped into the room, still drying his hands with a hand towel, casually tossing it aside as he spotted them.
"Oh, you're back," Okailey chirped, turning her attention to him with the same lazy warmth.
Kai walked over, arms sliding smoothly around her waist, his mouth dropping to the curve of her neck as if it were habit. He began kissing her — not soft, not slow — but like someone claiming something. She giggled, twitching under the touch.
"Haha… it tickles," she whispered as Kai's hands slipped lower.
Rin, meanwhile, said nothing. He kept his eyes on the pages of his book, but his fingers had tightened around the cover, his knuckles paling. His jaw was tense, ticking with restrained thought.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
Kai's lips lingered at Okailey's throat, and from the side of his eye, Rin could feel Kai watching him. Not openly. Just a slant of a gaze, an unspoken dare curled behind those lashes.
"Why don't you join us?" Kai said, smirking now, voice thick with provocation.
Okailey looked between them like she was picking the next move in a board game. "I don't mind," she added, her eyes twinkling with the thrill of the moment. "I've always wanted to try a threesome."
The room felt like it suddenly tilted.
Rin didn't move.
"What? Are they both high? Why drag in an innocent bystander?"
"I didn't ask to be part of their circus."
"This isn't desire. This is manipulation — wrapped in sweat and perfume."
Kai's voice cut through again, low and smug.
"You're not a monk. No one's going to give you a medal for resisting temptation."
His eyes dropped — blatantly — to Rin's crotch.
It was too much.
Rin's jaw locked. His knuckles pressed white against the edges of his book. His breathing was even, but heavy — like someone on the edge of walking into fire just to prove it wouldn't burn.
"My patience has been tested more than enough."
"I've let him run wild, treated his antics like background noise. But this...?"
"He's not going to stop until he gets the exact reaction he's hunting for."
"Fine."
Rin snapped the book closed.
"I'm going first," he said, voice like glass under pressure.
He stood, pulling off his shirt in one fluid motion, tossing it aside. His body was lean, defined — the product of training, not vanity. Okailey blinked, surprised but clearly intrigued, while Kai — still lounging like a snake on silk sheets — raised an eyebrow.
Rin crossed the room, each step heavy with controlled emotion. He didn't waver. Not once. But his mind was in chaos.
"You want a show? You'll get one."
"But don't expect me to smile through it."
"If you're going to keep pulling me into your pit, Kai... just remember I'm not afraid to bite back."
He knelt beside the bed where Okailey was waiting, one hand resting on her thigh as he leaned in. Their lips met in a smooth, practiced kiss — warm, deliberate — and yet Rin's mind never stopped moving.
As Okailey melted beneath his touch, Kai leaned back against the headboard, a dark smile playing on his lips. He wasn't threatened. He was thrilled.
Rin barely had a second to breathe before Okailey pulled him down, her lips grazing against his skin, her breath hot and teasing. He felt the warmth of her body pressing up against him, her hands wandering over his bare chest, nails dragging just enough to send a shiver down his spine.
This woman… fuck.
He tilted his head, his lips brushing over her jaw before trailing down to her neck, sucking and licking as she arched into him, a pleased hum slipping past her lips. His fingers splayed over her waist, gripping her like she might disappear if he loosened his hold. The soft scent of her skin mixed with the heavy, intoxicating air of lust lingering between them, making his head spin.
When his hands slid up, cupping her breasts, he felt the way her breath hitched. He smirked. A slow, deliberate squeeze. Her nipples hardened against his palms, and he rolled them between his fingers, pinching just enough to draw a gasp from her lips.
He pulled back slightly, dark eyes drinking her in—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes glazed over with pure need.
God, she looked sinful.
And the way she looked up at him, so unbothered, so cocky? Like she knew exactly what she was doing to him?
Yeah. She was dangerous.
"Don't worry, you can just put it in," she murmured, a teasing smile curling on her lips.
Rin stilled.
Oh, this lady was bold.
A slow chuckle rumbled in his chest, deep and dark. He leaned in, lips brushing against the shell of her ear.
"You're gonna regret pulling me into this," he whispered, his voice dripping with amusement and warning all at once. "I'm not much of a gentleman."
And with that, he flipped her onto her stomach in one swift motion. A surprised gasp left her lips, but it quickly melted into a moan when he gripped her hips, aligning himself without hesitation.
Then, he thrust in.
"Aahh!!" she cried out, her fingers fisting the sheets as a sharp wave of pleasure crashed through her body.
Rin let out a deep groan, his head tipping back as he gritted his teeth, the sensation overwhelming.
Holy fuck. Holy fucking fuck.
Okailey let out a breathy chuckle, tilting her head slightly to glance back at him, her eyes half-lidded, full of mischief.
"Mmm... I like a man who knows what he wants," she purred.
Rin's grip on her hips tightened. Oh, she was playing with fire.
Without another second of hesitation, he started moving, setting a slow but deliberate rhythm. His hands trailed down the curve of her spine, feeling every little shiver, every slight twitch of her muscles.
"Ahh… nghh… haah…" she moaned beneath him, her back arching, hips pushing back to meet his every thrust.
The room was filled with the sound of ragged breaths, skin meeting skin, and the occasional low groan that slipped past Rin's lips..
Unbeknownst to him, Kai sat in the corner, leisurely swirling the amber liquid in his glass, watching with the kind of smirk that screamed amusement—and something else.
But his gaze wasn't on Okailey.
No.
His eyes were locked onto Rin.
More specifically, the way Rin's muscles flexed with every thrust, his back arching, his ass clenching and releasing in rhythm.
Clench. Release. Clench. Release.
Kai's tongue flicked out to wet his lips, his fingers twitching slightly as if contemplating something.
Then, as if moving on pure instinct, he stretched out his hand—aiming right for that enticing sight.
His fingertips barely brushed the air between them before—
A bruising grip seized his wrist.
Rin's head snapped around so fast it could've given him whiplash, his gaze blazing with warning, his breath coming in short, ragged pants. His fingers wrapped around Kai's wrist like a steel vice, crushing, unrelenting.
Kai's eyes widened slightly, clearly caught off guard.
Rin's lips curled into a snarl, his voice dangerously low. "Don't you fucking dare touch my ass." His grip tightened, fingers digging into Kai's wrist like he was ready to snap it in half. "I will break your goddamn fingers."
Then, with a sharp flick of his wrist, he tossed Kai's hand aside like it was nothing. Like he was nothing.
And just like that, without missing a beat, he turned back around, gripping Okailey's hips harder, resuming his movements with even more intensity.
If she thought he was rough before, she had another thing coming.
Kai blinked, flexing his fingers as if testing for damage, then let out a quiet chuckle. His lips curled into an amused smirk as he stared down at his own hand, the one Rin had thrown aside so easily.
His gaze flickered back to Rin, something unreadable glinting in his eyes.
"I see," Kai murmured to himself, swirling the whiskey in his glass before taking a slow sip, eyes never leaving the scene in front of him.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
And then—he pulled out.
A ragged groan tore from his throat as he spilled onto her back, his chest rising and falling with the force of his release. He ran a hand through his damp, sweat-slicked hair, his mind clouded in that blissful post-high haze.