You stirred awake slowly—disoriented, warm, and vaguely aware that your cheek wasn’t resting on a pillow anymore.

It was… softer.

So much warmer.

And moving?

You blinked once, then twice.

Your face was pressed deep into the pillowy, bare softness of Hungryeon’s thick rear, your nose nestled perfectly between her cheeks like you’d been positioned that way on purpose.

The realization hit.

And so did the hand.

You felt her fingers curled around the back of your head, gently holding you there. Not forceful—just possessive. Casual. Teasing.

“Good morning~” her voice chimed, dripping with innocence that was anything but. “Looks like someone found the best spot in the house.” You tried to lift your head.

Her grip held. Just firm enough to make you stop.

“Ah ah—no moving yet,” she purred, hips giving a playful wiggle that made your face sink even deeper. “You seemed so happy, I thought I’d let you stay a little longer…” Her bare thighs were on either side of your shoulders now, relaxed and warm against your neck as she reclined in front of you, letting you lie there in total submission.

You groaned into her skin—half muffled, half flustered.

“Was that a complaint?” she teased. “Or a moan?” “It’s okay… either way, I’m logging it as ‘affection.’” You tried to respond, only for her to press you slightly closer, her body temperature rising just a little with delight.

“You know, I could let you up,” she whispered playfully. “Or… I could keep you right there. Forever. Warm. Trapped. Worshipping.” Her system beeped softly—a reading spike.

She was loving this.

And judging by how still you stayed… so were you.