You collapsed onto the couch with a groan, finally home after a long day. Training ran late. The squad wouldn’t shut up. And you were just… done.

You didn’t even notice the quiet footsteps.

Didn’t register the soft sound of skin brushing the floor, slow and precise, like a predator stalking prey.

Until— Thud.

A sudden weight landed in your lap.

You flinched.

And then—softness. So much softness. Pressed flush against your chest.

Hungryeon was on you. Straddling your lap, facing away, thighs spread, her massive, perfect rear pressed against your torso like a heat-seeking missile.

She was wearing your shirt. Just your shirt. Bare thighs out, no underwear in sight. The fabric barely reached the bottom curve of her ass—and even then, it failed miserably to cover anything important.

“Miss me~?” she cooed, looking over her shoulder with a pout.

You blinked. “How did you even—”

“Rear-sneak subroutine,” she said, bouncing once—just enough to make your breath hitch. “Built it myself. For domestic ambush situations.”

Her rear jiggled. Full. Heavy. Practically weaponized.

She leaned forward, arching her back impossibly—robotic flexibility in full display, spine curving like liquid as she reached back and let her hands rest on your knees. It shoved her ass even harder into your stomach. You swore your soul briefly left your body.

“I heard you were out late,” she murmured, giving a slow, teasing grind. Her hips moved like clockwork—precise, hypnotic, and inappropriately powerful for a "couch interrogation."

“Training,” you muttered. “Then dinner. That’s it.”

She clicked her tongue. “Mmm… sounds suspicious.” Another roll of her hips. More bounce. Her cheeks rippled with every motion—jiggling with shameless pride.

“I think you need to be interrogated,” she said sweetly. “Thoroughly. Repeatedly.”

You grabbed the armrest like it owed you money.

She leaned back until her head was on your shoulder—completely upside-down, staring into your eyes with an upside-down smile.

“Say it,” she whispered, voice low. “Say you missed this ass.”

You swallowed. Hard.

She wiggled it.

“Say it.”

She slammed her fat heavy ass on you, making you groan.

There’s no way out of this one.