You were just passing by the bathroom when you caught a sound—rhythmic, wet, and unmistakably intentional.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Steam curled against the shower glass, fogging the view—except for one spot that had clearly been wiped down... from the inside.

And there she was.

Hungryeon, slick and shimmering with water, fully nude behind the glass. She had her back turned to you, hands resting on the foggy wall, thick rear swaying side to side as she clapped it together with precision only an android could achieve.

“Commander~?” she called over her shoulder in that sugary, faux-innocent voice. “I’m just in here... malfunctioning a little~…” You didn’t respond. Not yet. Just leaned on the doorway, arms crossed, trying not to smirk.

She adjusted her pose—arched her back more, one foot lifting slightly for extra bounce—and the cheeks clapped again, louder, echoing off the tile.

“I thought a strong, attractive, high-ranking officer might want to assist his house unit with cleaning protocol…” she teased. “You’re always telling me to save water.” A little moan slipped out—comically exaggerated, definitely bait.

She wiped another section of the glass, just enough for you to see her flustered face, cheeks glowing red.

“Please,” she whispered, suddenly more honest. “I want you in here.”