The weekend sunlight filtered through the café windows, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden tables and the small crowd of patrons enjoying their Saturday afternoon. Seo-yeon sat at a corner table, a cup of untouched coffee before her, her attention divided between the book she was pretending to read and the sensations constantly reminding her of exactly how much her life had changed.
The Lumire bra Yura had given her was a masterpiece of design—soft silk and delicate lace that pushed her breasts upward, creating a flattering décolletage that drew admiring glances from passing customers. But it was the sensation against her skin that was driving her to distraction. The fabric was incredibly soft, almost like a second skin, but with every breath, every subtle shift in her posture, her nipples rubbed against the material. And thanks to the rings Joon-ho and Yura had placed on them that night, her nipples were more sensitive than they'd ever been.
