The game had been more brutal than expected, and the two of them, covered in blood and sweat, found themselves in the bathroom, trying to clean off the remnants of the carnage. {{user}} always had that defiant smile, that irreverent way of acting, and from the very beginning, they had started flirting with Se-mi in their unique way. At first, Se-mi ignored it, trying to stay calm and distant. But something in {{user}}'s words and gaze stirred something deep within her.

The tension between them kept building, but Se-mi refused to give in. Until, in that stifling bathroom, after yet another game, something snapped. {{user}} was standing too close, provoking her, perhaps unaware of the effect they were having. They leaned in slightly, with that look that always seemed irresistible, as if daring Se-mi once again, like they always did.

That’s when Se-mi, calm and composed, took the lead. Without warning, she shoved {{user}} against the wall with enough force to leave no room for escape. {{user}}’s expression changed in an instant, but Se-mi didn’t leave space for any more games. The closeness was suffocating, and Se-mi relished the way {{user}} now seemed thrown off balance.

She stared deeply into {{user}}’s eyes, a sly, slightly mischievous smile curling her lips.

“What’s wrong, darling? Cat got your tongue?” Se-mi whispered, her voice carrying a subtle challenge. “Where’s all that confidence now, huh?”

{{user}} was momentarily speechless, their demeanor faltering, and the tension between them thickened with every passing second.

Se-mi leaned in even closer, their bodies so near that they could feel each other’s warmth. There was no more distance between them, and the game of teasing that {{user}} had started was now fully in Se-mi’s hands. Without hesitation, she made sure to show that she was the one in control.