The elevator doors opened, and Choi Mi-ra stepped into Kang Jae-hyun's penthouse again, her heart pounding. She could feel the weight of his gaze even before she entered the living room. The lights were dim, shadows accentuating every sleek line of the luxurious space… and the pole standing in the center, gleaming under the soft glow.
He didn't say a word at first. Kang Jae-hyun leaned casually against the wall, watching her like a predator studying his prey. His abs flexed subtly as he shifted, eyes dark, calculating… and hungry.
"Start," he commanded, voice low, velvet, and impossible to ignore.
Mi-ra's fingers brushed the cold steel of the pole. She started slow, hesitant at first, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. Every sway, every curve of her body was under his gaze. She could feel it—his eyes tracing the rise of her chest, the curve of her hips, the firmness of her ass.
Step by step, her confidence grew. She moved closer to the center, hips swaying deliberately now, letting the music guide her. That's when he stepped forward, closing the distance.
Kang Jae-hyun's hand hovered for a moment, then slowly traced the curve of her waist, letting his fingers brush over her tight, toned body, teasing, never overstepping… yet making it impossible for her to ignore. His other hand lingered near her back, giving the subtle pressure of dominance, claiming her in silence.
Her breath hitched. The electric heat of his touch, combined with the thrill of performing just for him, sent shivers down her spine. She leaned into the motion, letting her body react naturally, feeling the pull between fear, desire, and submission.
He didn't rush. He let the tension build, watching every shiver, every gasp, until finally, he whispered, "Closer… don't stop."
Mi-ra's eyes met his, wide and heated, and in that moment, the dance became more than just a performance—it was a silent surrender to him, and she knew she couldn't resist his dominance.