Chapter 6.1: Metal, Silver, I Unfold
She didn't hesitate to assert her dominance, effortlessly transforming my home into her playground, all while wearing that infuriatingly charming smile. "I'm wounded you've already forgotten," she teased, her grip firm as she led me upstairs. "I suppose that means I just have to make you remember," she added with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
As we reached the hallway, my heart pounded in my chest. "Which one's the bedroom?" she inquired casually, and I stumbled to the door on the right. Haerin gave me a knowing look as she pushed the door open, revealing the familiar yet now foreign space. I scanned the room nervously, noticing that nothing seemed out of place.
"Heels off," she commanded, and I realized she was already seated on the bed, watching me intently. I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her gaze, and obediently slipped off my shoes.
As Haerin rose from the bed, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions churned within me. I remained rooted to the spot, acutely aware of the tension that crackled in the air between us. The soft fabric of my robe seemed to unravel in slow motion, each gentle movement exposing more of my skin to her penetrating gaze.
My fingers twitched with the impulse to readjust the robe, to shield myself from her scrutiny. But even as the material slipped from my shoulders, I hesitated, a strange mixture of apprehension and anticipation coursing through my veins.
I felt vulnerable and exposed, yet strangely liberated at the same time. Haerin's presence had a way of eroding the walls I had built around myself, leaving me raw and unguarded in her wake. As the robe slipped further down, I surrendered to the inevitability of its descent, knowing that resistance was futile in the face of her undeniable allure.
"I bet you've been thinking about this all week," Haerin purrs, her words dripping with mischief as she circles around me like a predator stalking its prey. Each taunting remark stokes the flames of my anger, but I bite back the retort that threatens to escape my lips.
Her proximity is suffocating, her breath hot against my skin as she continues to weave her web of temptation around me. I try to step away, but she follows, her voice low and tantalizing as she whispers suggestive promises into my ear.
Before I can react, she maneuvers me backward, her movements calculated and deliberate. The edge of the bed meets my legs, and I stumble, my back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.
As I regain my balance, I feel the robe slipping from my shoulders, the fabric pooling around me in a tantalizing embrace. With a sinking feeling, I realize that it's the only thing preserving my modesty, a flimsy barrier between me and the woman who threatens to unravel me completely.
Haerin's challenge hangs heavy in the air, daring me to lash out in response to her taunts. The anger boils within me, a potent mixture of frustration and desire. My fists clench at my sides, muscles taut with tension as I struggle to maintain control.
Her words cut through the silence like a blade, slicing through my resolve with ruthless precision. "If it angers you so much, I dare you, Minji," she goads, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Slap me. Say it back. Do it."
My breath hitches in my throat, torn between the urge to obey her command and the instinct to resist. But as her hands move with deft precision, slipping the silk robe from my shoulders, I find myself stripped bare, both physically and emotionally.
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