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[elryuse]

The Rise Of The Tiger

Yandere Jinsoul & Vivi X Male Reader

Tags : Criminal World, Rise to Power, Dark and Gritty, Criminal AU, Mafia/Gang, Kissing, Seduction, Threesome, FFM Threesome, Biting, Teasing, Creampie Words : 11,732 Words

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The night air is heavy with tension, a suffocating weight pressing down on your chest as you walk through the desolate streets of your battered hometown. The lamplight flickers weakly, casting jagged shadows that seem to claw at the crumbling walls of the buildings around you. You’ve always been someone who couldn’t look away from suffering—a flaw, maybe, but one you’ve learned to live with. Ever since the Five Monkeys tore through this town like a plague, your life has been defined by a gnawing sense of duty. If you don’t help, who will?

The screams reach you first. You freeze for a moment, your heart hammering in your chest. It’s coming from the small house at the end of the street—your friend’s home. The realization sends a surge of adrenaline coursing through you, and before you can think, your legs are moving. The closer you get, the clearer the scene becomes: a group of sneering figures looms over your friend’s family, their jeers cutting through the night like blades. The Five Monkeys. Again.

You know better than to rush into this. There are too many of them, and you’re painfully aware of the odds. But as your friend’s father is shoved to the ground, as the gang’s laughter echoes louder, something snaps inside you. You don’t care about the odds anymore.

“Hey!” your voice cuts through the chaos, drawing their attention. Their faces turn to you, twisted in mockery and disdain. You don’t wait for them to respond. You charge.

The first punch lands hard, your knuckles slamming against the jaw of the nearest thug. He stumbles back, clutching his face, and for a fleeting moment, you think you might have a chance. But then the others descend on you like a pack of wolves. Fists and boots rain down, and you can barely breathe through the pain. You hear their laughter, cruel and taunting, as they mock your futile bravery.

“Think you’re some kind of hero?” one of them sneers, his voice dripping with contempt. “You’re just another dead man walking.”

You fight back with everything you have, ignoring the searing pain in your ribs, the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. You manage to land a few hits, enough to make them stagger. For a moment, you think you’ve turned the tide. But then he steps forward—one of their leaders, a hulking figure with a cruel smile and cold eyes. He pulls a gun from his waistband, leveling it at you with an almost lazy confidence.

“Stay down, hero,” he says, his voice low and menacing. “Or I’ll make sure you stay down for good.”

You don’t stay down. You lunge at him, and the world explodes in pain. The gunshot is deafening, and your arm feels like it’s been set on fire. You stagger back, clutching your elbow, blood seeping through your fingers. The gang swarms you again, pinning you to the ground. You’re too weak to fight back now, too dazed to even try.

But then something changes. The jeers and laughter of the gang are drowned out by another sound—a roar of defiance from the townsfolk. You hear the shouts, the scuffle of feet, and then the weight pinning you down is gone. Through the haze of pain, you see them: the people of your town, finally standing up, finally fighting back. The Five Monkeys’ sneers turn to shouts of alarm as they’re overwhelmed by sheer numbers. It’s chaos, but for the first time in what feels like forever, it’s chaos in your favor.

Someone pulls you to your feet, their hands firm but gentle. You’re too disoriented to see who it is, but their voice is soft, almost soothing. “You did good,” they say, and for a moment, you feel a flicker of something like hope.

But it’s short-lived. As the gang is driven away, you catch a glimpse of a figure watching from the shadows. Their eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, their expression unreadable. There’s something about the way they look at you that makes your skin crawl, a sense of unease that you can’t shake. Then they’re gone, disappearing into the night like a ghost.

You tell yourself it’s nothing. Just another scar to add to the collection. But deep down, you know better. This isn’t over. Not by a long shot.

The morning after feels surreal. The streets are quieter now, almost unnaturally so, as if the chaos of the night before has been scrubbed away. But the scars are still there—on the faces of the people, on the broken doors and shattered windows. You step outside, your arm bound in a makeshift sling after the gunshot wound. A few of the elders greet you, their faces lined with gratitude and exhaustion.

“We owe you our lives,” one of them says, clasping your uninjured hand tightly. “For years, we’ve lived in fear, watching them tear our town apart. But last night…last night, you gave us hope.”

Another elder steps forward, carrying a small wooden box. Inside are bandages, salves, and a few meager supplies. “Let us tend to your wound properly,” she says. “You’ve done more for us than we could ever repay, but we’ll start with this.”

You sit quietly as they clean and rebind your arm, their hands steady despite their age. The pain is sharp, but you grit your teeth and bear it. It’s nothing compared to what you endured last night.

“You’re a brave young man,” the elder says as she finishes tying the bandage. “But bravery alone won’t win this fight. The Five Monkeys won’t take this lying down. They’ll come back, and they’ll come back stronger.”

The words weigh heavily on you. You’ve always known this fight would be a long one, but hearing it spoken aloud makes it feel more real. Another elder steps forward, his expression grim.

“We’re at war now,” he says. “Your stand last night was the first battle, but it won’t be the last. We’ll need reinforcements, weapons, and a plan. The Five Monkeys have ruled over us for too long, but now…now we fight back.”

The gathered townsfolk murmur in agreement. You can see the determination in their eyes, the resolve that has been born from years of oppression. They’ve had enough, and so have you.

“Rest for now,” the elder continues. “We’ll send messengers to the neighboring villages. There are others who’ve suffered under the Five Monkeys. If we stand together, we might have a chance.”

You nod, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on your shoulders. The fight isn’t over, but for the first time, it feels like you’re not fighting alone.

You wake to the sound of commotion outside your window, the murmur of voices blending with the rhythmic clang of metal. Blinking away the fog of sleep, you pull yourself up, wincing as the movement tugs at your injured arm. The sight outside is unlike anything you’ve ever seen.

A line of people stretches through the town square, men and women alike arming themselves with whatever weapons they can find. Some carry swords that look like they’ve been pulled from dusty attics, their edges dulled by time. Others fashion crude spears from sharpened sticks, while a few hold bows strung with fraying strings. A group near the edge of the square tests blowdarts, their expressions grim and focused. The atmosphere crackles with energy—a mixture of fear and determination.

The elder who tended to your wounds the day before catches sight of you and strides over, her face set in a mask of resolve. Without a word, she gestures for you to follow her. You trail behind, your steps unsteady but purposeful, until you reach the center of the square. The gathered crowd falls silent as the elder raises her hand.

“Before the Five Monkeys can regroup,” she begins, her voice carrying over the assembly, “we will strike.

The Five Monkeys sat in their dimly lit hideout, the air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and spilled liquor. Their laughter echoed off the cracked walls, a cacophony of cruelty and arrogance. Around a battered wooden table, their leaders leaned in close, speaking in hushed tones punctuated by bursts of harsh cackling.

“This town thought they could get one over on us,” snarled Vick, a wiry man with a scar cutting across his cheek. He slammed a dagger into the table for emphasis. “We’ll show them what happens when you bite the hand that rules you.”

“Let’s make it fun,” chimed in Danny, his grin revealing yellowed teeth. “Break their bones one by one, make their kids watch. Let them beg before we burn the place to the ground.”

The others howled in agreement, banging their fists on the table. A woman with a shaved head and a snake tattoo coiled around her neck leaned back in her chair, her lips curling into a sinister smirk. “They think they’ve won,” she drawled. “But tomorrow, we’ll remind them who owns this dump.”

As the gang continued to plot their gruesome revenge, they were blissfully unaware of the figures crouched in the darkness just beyond their hideout. The townsfolk had followed the gang back to their lair, moving silently through the shadows, their makeshift weapons clutched tightly in their hands.

You stood among them, your injured arm bound but your resolve unshaken. From your vantage point, you could see the flickering light of the Five Monkeys’ hideout and hear every vile word of their conversation. Your jaw clenched as their cruel laughter grated against your ears, but you kept your breathing steady. This wasn’t the time to lose focus.

Beside you, one of the younger townsmen shifted, his grip on a rusty blade tightening. He started to rise, his face twisted with anger, but you pressed a firm hand against his shoulder, stopping him.

“Not yet,” you whispered, your voice a low growl. “They’re drunk and distracted now, but we’ll wait until they’re asleep. Then we strike. No one escapes.”

The man hesitated, then nodded, his anger giving way to grim understanding. Around you, the others watched in tense silence, their eyes glinting with the same fire that burned in your chest. You had no intention of showing mercy to the people who had torn your town apart. But this attack would be clean, efficient—a swift vengeance delivered under the cover of night.

Hours passed, the forest around the hideout alive with the subtle rustle of the townsfolk shifting in anticipation. Inside, the Five Monkeys’ laughter began to fade, replaced by drunken murmurs and the occasional clatter of a falling bottle. One by one, the lights in the hideout winked out.

This was your moment.

Rising from your crouch, you signaled to the others, your eyes hard as steel. The crowd moved as one, their steps muffled against the soft earth. You could feel the collective fury radiating off them, a silent promise that no one in that hideout would leave it alive.

As you approached the entrance, you took a deep breath, steadying yourself for what was to come. This wasn’t just a fight. It was justice—a reckoning for years of torment, a message to anyone who dared to follow in the Five Monkeys’ footsteps.

With a silent nod, you gave the signal to begin.

The Five Monkeys sat in their hideout, the dim light of their lanterns casting eerie shadows on the cracked walls. Their laughter was coarse and ugly, punctuated by the clinking of bottles and the metallic clang of knives being sharpened. Around a worn-out table, they leaned in close, their faces twisted with smug amusement as they hatched their cruel plans.

“Let’s see how brave they are when we drag their elders through the streets,” sneered Vick, his fingers idly spinning a blade on the tabletop. “Bet they’ll be begging us to stop.”

“Burn their fields,” Danny chimed in, his voice gleeful. “Leave ‘em starving. That’ll teach them not to mess with us.”

“Starving?” A woman with a snake tattoo around her neck leaned back with a sneer. “I say we torch the whole damn place. Leave nothing but ash.”

The gang erupted into laughter, their voices a chorus of malice. None of them noticed the silent figures crouched in the dark outside their hideout, hidden in the tall grass and trees. The townsfolk had followed them, moving with purpose, their weapons ready. Among them, you knelt at the forefront, your eyes locked on the hideout with a burning intensity.

One of the younger men beside you, gripping a crude blade, started to shift forward, his anger boiling over. You grabbed his arm firmly, shaking your head. “Not yet,” you hissed. “Let them drink, let them boast. When they sleep, we’ll move.”

The man hesitated, then nodded, his breathing shallow. Around you, the rest of the group waited, their determination palpable. The Five Monkeys, oblivious to the danger creeping toward them, continued their debauchery late into the night.

The hours dragged on, but you held your position, waiting for the right moment. The lantern light from the hideout began to dim as the gang members stumbled to their makeshift beds, their boasts giving way to the heavy sounds of drunken snores.

The night air was cool against your skin, carrying the faint rustle of leaves. You turned to the gathered townsfolk, meeting their eyes one by one. They looked to you for guidance, their trust unwavering. With a single nod, you gave the signal.

The group moved as one, silent and deadly, advancing on the hideout with the precision of a predator stalking its prey. The first breach was quick—a few men slipping inside to disable the sentries. You followed close behind, your heart pounding in your chest but your resolve unshaken.

The attack began in earnest. Blades flashed in the dim light, muffled cries escaping from the sleeping forms of the gang. It was chaos, but it was controlled—a calculated, brutal vengeance. The Five Monkeys awoke to the sound of their own screams, their confusion quickly replaced by terror as the townsfolk descended upon them.

One by one, they fell. Blood painted the walls, the floor, even the ceiling, as crude weapons met flesh. The gang's groans of pain and cries for mercy were drowned out by the determination of the attackers. You moved among them like a shadow, your own weapon finding its mark over and over.

This was no mere battle—it was an execution. The Five Monkeys, so confident in their power, were utterly overwhelmed. Their hideout became their tomb.

As the last of the gang fell, you stood in the center of the carnage, your chest heaving, your weapon slick with blood. Around you, the townsfolk began to gather, their faces pale but victorious. For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the distant rustle of the wind through the trees.

Then, the elder stepped forward, her expression grim but satisfied. “It’s done,” she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of years of pain and suffering. “They’ll never hurt anyone again.”

You nodded, wiping the blood from your blade. But even as the sense of victory began to settle over the group, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The Five Monkeys were finished, but the fight for your town was far from over.

The walk back to the town felt surreal, the cool night air brushing against your bloodstained clothes. Around you, the townsfolk marched in silence, their faces marked by both relief and grim satisfaction. It was done. The Five Monkeys were no more.

When the lights of the town hall came into view, the silence broke. Cheers erupted, a thunderous wave of gratitude and joy sweeping through the gathered crowd. People rushed forward, clapping your shoulder, shaking your hand, their faces glowing with admiration. They called your name over and over, their voices full of reverence.

“No one dead!” someone shouted from the crowd. “We didn’t lose a single soul!”

The realization struck you then, a warm wave of relief washing over the cold detachment you had carried through the fight. Not a single townsperson had died tonight, and it felt like a miracle—a testament to their courage and the unity that had driven them to take back their lives.

At the steps of the town hall, the elder who had tended to your wounds stood waiting. Her eyes, lined with the wisdom of many years, were wet with unshed tears. As you approached, she took your hands in hers, her grip firm and steady despite her trembling frame.

“You have done what none of us dared to do,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “You’ve not only defended this town—you’ve given us back our hope, our strength. Tonight, Joseol is reborn.”

She pulled you into an embrace, her frail arms holding you tightly. The crowd roared their approval, their cheers rising into the night sky. When she finally let you go, she stepped to the top of the steps, raising her hands to quiet the celebration.

Her voice carried through the crowd, strong and resolute. “For years, we have lived in fear, cowering before those who sought to tear us apart. But no longer. Tonight, we proved that the strength of our town does not lie in its walls or its buildings. It lies in us—in our unity, our courage, and our refusal to bow to oppression.”

The crowd murmured in agreement, their faces alight with determination. The elder’s gaze swept over them, her voice rising. “Joseol is no longer a town for the weak. We are strong together. And at the heart of that strength stands the one who showed us the way.”

She turned to you, a proud smile spreading across her weathered face. “From this day forward, let it be known: we are guided by the Tiger of the North!”

The cheers that erupted shook the very ground beneath your feet. People chanted your name, their voices blending into a chorus of unbridled gratitude and admiration. They surged forward, surrounding you with embraces, handshakes, and words of thanks. You stood at the center of it all, a strange mixture of pride and humility swelling in your chest.

You had never sought recognition, never imagined yourself as a leader. But as the people of Joseol looked to you with unwavering faith, you realized that this was your place now. You were their symbol of hope, their shield against the darkness.

The elder raised her hands again, her voice cutting through the noise. “Tonight, we celebrate. But tomorrow, we prepare. Joseol has reclaimed its strength, but the world beyond our borders is still harsh and unforgiving. We must be ready for whatever comes next.”

The crowd nodded, their cheers giving way to murmurs of agreement. You met the elder’s eyes, a silent understanding passing between you. The fight wasn’t over—not yet. But for tonight, at least, you allowed yourself to feel the weight of their gratitude and the warmth of their cheers.

For tonight, you were the Tiger of the North.

The town of Joseol buzzed with life once more, the rubble of the past replaced by new walls, fortified gates, and an air of resilience that hung thick in the streets. Under your leadership, the townsfolk had worked tirelessly to rebuild not just their homes but also their spirits. Yet, even as the sun shone brightly over the repaired town square, you couldn't shake the growing unease in your chest.

Trouble was brewing beyond Joseol’s borders. The fall of the Five Monkeys hadn’t just restored peace to your town—it had made you infamous. The story of the "Tiger of the North" had spread far and wide, catching the attention of figures far more dangerous than you had ever faced. Among them were two formidable criminal organizations, each as deadly as the other, each drawn to Joseol for their own reasons.

Lavien Blu: The Shadow of Death

The Laviens were a ghost story made real. Whispered tales of their poison-coated weapons and unseen assassins had reached every corner of the region. Their leader, Lady Jinsoul, was a woman cloaked in mystery, her name synonymous with ruthlessness and brilliance. She ruled from the shadows, her influence stretching like venom through the veins of every city she touched.

Jinsoul’s poison wasn't just in her weapons—it was in her words, her strategies, her ability to manipulate even her enemies into serving her ends. The Laviens were her devoted flock, their loyalty unshakable, their training brutal. They lived and died by her word, and in return, she gave them power beyond measure.

Sitting in her private chamber atop a grand but concealed fortress, Jinsoul swirled a glass of dark wine, her lips curling into a sly smile as a messenger recounted the tale of the Tiger of the North.

“Interesting,” she purred, her voice smooth as silk yet laced with danger. “A hero who rises from nothing to topple a gang… A man beloved by his people, brave enough to face death itself. Such a creature must be either exceedingly foolish or exceedingly clever.”

One of her lieutenants, a wiry man with eyes like a hawk, stepped forward. “Shall we investigate, Lady Jinsoul?”

“Oh, we will do more than investigate,” she replied, setting the glass down with deliberate care. “Joseol is a candle in the dark, and I intend to see how brightly it burns. The Tiger will learn that even the fiercest predator is not immune to poison.”

Gangnam Dragon: The Unyielding Force

In stark contrast to the shadowy finesse of Lavien Blu, the Gangnam Dragons were a storm—loud, violent, and impossible to ignore. They operated openly, their numbers bolstered by sheer strength and their brutal reputation. Their leader, Vivi, the self-proclaimed Queen of Gangnam, was as imposing as her organization. Known for her physical prowess and unrelenting will, Vivi had built an empire by recruiting the strongest fighters, pitting them against one another to ensure only the best remained.

She ruled not with fear but with an unbreakable code of loyalty and respect. Her followers adored her, viewing her not as a tyrant but as a warrior queen who led them from the frontlines.

In the heart of Gangnam, within a lavish yet functional compound adorned with trophies of her countless victories, Vivi stood before a map. Her piercing eyes scanned the lines and symbols marking territories, her expression thoughtful. Around her, a group of men and women—each more physically imposing than the last—waited for her word.

“The Tiger of the North,” Vivi mused, her voice low and commanding. “A man who’s rallied an entire town and brought down the Five Monkeys. Strength like that deserves to be tested.”

One of her captains, a towering brute with a scar running down his face, grunted in agreement. “Shall we pay him a visit, Queen Vivi?”

She smiled, a rare expression that combined warmth and menace. “Not yet. A tiger’s worth is measured not in words but in battle. Let him grow stronger, let him think himself untouchable. Then, we’ll see if he’s worthy of the title.”

Back in Joseol, the first whispers of these two organizations reached you like the first drops of rain before a storm. Travelers passing through told tales of poison-wielding assassins and brute-force warriors taking an interest in the Tiger of the North. The elders noticed your growing tension and pulled you aside for a council meeting.

“We cannot fight them,” one elder said, his voice heavy with worry. “Not the Laviens, not the Dragons. They’re too powerful.”

Another elder shook her head. “We’ve underestimated our enemies before, and it cost us dearly. We must prepare.”

You listened in silence, your jaw tight. These weren’t ordinary foes—they were forces of nature, each with its own brand of terror. But you had faced impossible odds before, and you weren’t about to cower now.

That night, as you stood on the town walls, gazing into the dark expanse beyond, you couldn’t shake the feeling that eyes were watching you, waiting for the right moment to strike. The breeze carried with it a sense of foreboding, a chill that cut deeper than any wound.

The scene shifts to a shadowy figure lurking at the edge of the forest, a Lavien scout observing Joseol through a small spyglass. Her hand rested on a dagger coated in a shimmering black liquid, her lips curling into a smirk. “So this is the Tiger’s den,” she whispered before retreating into the night.

Elsewhere, a group of Gangnam warriors sat around a roaring fire, their laughter echoing into the wilderness. One of them slammed his fist on the ground, a wicked grin on his face. “Let’s see if this Tiger can roar louder than the Dragons.”

Far away, two queens plotted their moves, each with their own vision of what the Tiger of the North would become. In the days to come, Joseol would not just face danger—it would face a reckoning.

The dimly lit alley buzzed with tension as two figures stood at opposite ends, their presence suffocating, their reputations enough to make the bravest souls tremble. The sharp click of heels echoed as Vivi, the Queen of Gangnam, strode forward with casual elegance, her fitted suit a stark contrast against the grimy backdrop of the city outskirts. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a cigarette, and lit it with practiced ease. The flame briefly illuminated her sharp features and piercing eyes before she exhaled a cloud of smoke, her gaze fixed on the shadowed figure nearby.

In the corner of the alley, Lady Jinsoul leaned against the wall with feline grace, her expression unreadable. Her dark, flowing cloak blended seamlessly with the shadows, but her piercing gaze shone like daggers in the dim light. She didn’t move as Vivi made herself comfortable, the faint glow of the cigarette tip casting fleeting light on the tension between them.

“You’re here for him too, aren’t you?” Jinsoul’s voice was soft, almost mocking, as she finally broke the silence. She crossed one leg over the other, her posture relaxed yet calculated. The cunning glint in her eyes betrayed her calm demeanor.

Vivi let out a low chuckle, taking another drag from her cigarette before blowing the smoke upward in a slow, deliberate stream. “He’s interesting, isn’t he? Tiger of the North…” she said, her words laced with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “It’s not often someone manages to grab my attention, but this one… he’s something else.”

Jinsoul’s lips curved into a faint smile, though there was no warmth in it. “Interesting, indeed. But let’s not pretend, Gangnam. I know why you’re really here.” She tilted her head slightly, her sharp gaze locking onto Vivi. “I suggest you back off. He’s mine.”

The Queen of Gangnam raised an eyebrow, her amusement growing. “Yours?” she echoed, the word rolling off her tongue like a challenge. “Possessive, aren’t we? I didn’t take you for someone who claimed things so easily, Jinsoul.”

Jinsoul straightened, her movements fluid and deliberate as she stepped into the dim light. “I don’t claim anything that isn’t worth my time,” she replied coolly. “But this Tiger… he intrigues me. His strength, his resolve. It’s rare to find someone who doesn’t crumble under pressure. And that makes him valuable.”

Vivi smirked, tapping the ash from her cigarette onto the ground. “Valuable, sure. But is he strong enough to survive what’s coming?” Her voice carried a hint of a challenge, as though daring Jinsoul to prove her claim. “I’ve seen plenty of men who think they’re untouchable. Most of them are six feet under now.”

“And yet, you’re here,” Jinsoul countered, her voice dripping with amusement. “Does that mean you think he’s more than just a man?”

For a moment, Vivi was silent, her expression unreadable. Then she flicked the cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath her heel with a deliberate motion. “I think he’s worth seeing for myself,” she said finally, her tone cool and detached. “But don’t mistake my curiosity for submission, Jinsoul. You may think he’s yours, but if he’s truly strong, he’ll choose his own path. And if he’s not…” She shrugged, her lips curling into a dangerous smile. “Well, you won’t have to worry about me getting in your way.”

Jinsoul’s eyes narrowed, her smile fading into a thin line. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Gangnam,” she said softly, her voice carrying a subtle edge. “One misstep, and you’ll regret crossing me.”

“Dangerous is what I do best,” Vivi replied, turning on her heel. She waved a hand dismissively as she walked away, her confidence radiating with every step. “Good luck, Jinsoul. May the best woman win.”

Jinsoul watched her go, her mind already calculating. She knew this wasn’t the last she’d see of the Queen of Gangnam, and she knew Vivi wouldn’t back down easily. But Jinsoul wasn’t one to be outmaneuvered. If Vivi wanted to play this game, she’d find out just how deadly the Lady of Lavien Blu could be.

As the shadows swallowed her once more, Jinsoul’s smile returned, colder and sharper than before. “The Tiger of the North,” she murmured to herself. “Let’s see if you can handle the wolves at your door.”

As Jinsoul approached the outskirts of Joseol, a flicker of unease crept into her usually calculated mind. She had expected to see a broken town, a crumbling relic of desperation barely held together by its emboldened but naive people. Instead, what greeted her was something entirely different.

Massive stone walls towered high into the sky, encircling the town like an impenetrable fortress. Watchtowers jutted out at intervals along the walls, each manned by vigilant guards armed with crossbows and cannons. Their eyes swept over the horizon with precision, their stances exuding discipline that hinted at rigorous training.

Jinsoul halted in her tracks, her hand instinctively gripping the hilt of her dagger as her eyes scanned the scene. This… isn’t right, she thought, her sharp mind already piecing together the implications of what she saw. The town wasn’t just fortified; it was thriving. The streets inside the gates buzzed with activity. Townsfolk moved with purpose, their heads held high. Soldiers patrolled in organized formations, their armor polished to a sheen.

Her lips parted slightly in disbelief as she spotted artillery lined strategically along the inner walls—catapults, ballistae, and even strange, smoke-belching machines that appeared to be experimental siege engines. How? she wondered. How could they have grown this strong so quickly?

And then her thoughts shifted to him. The Tiger of the North. His image burned in her mind—a man whose strength had already defied her expectations. And now, seeing what he had built, her obsession deepened.

Her heart raced, not with fear, but with an intoxicating mixture of intrigue and desire. She wanted him. Not just as an ally, but as hers, entirely and without question. He was no longer a mere symbol of rebellion or strength. He was power personified, and she would stop at nothing to have him by her side.

“This changes everything,” Jinsoul murmured to herself, her tone laced with both awe and determination. Her fingers relaxed on her dagger as a sly smile curved her lips. “I was right to come here. But now… now, I’ll make him mine, no matter what it takes.”

Vivi leaned against the wooden post of a quiet marketplace stall, her sharp eyes sweeping over the bustling streets of Joseol. At first, she’d blended into the crowd with ease, her tailored coat and confident stride allowing her to pass as a simple traveler. She had expected to find a town clinging to life, its people still bearing the scars of years under the Five Monkeys’ rule.

But what she found instead left her stunned.

The town was alive. Not just alive—thriving. Everywhere she looked, there were signs of prosperity and strength. Merchants called out their wares in lively voices, their stalls stocked with goods that suggested flourishing trade routes. Families walked the streets with smiles on their faces, children running freely without fear. It was as if the torment that had once plagued this place had been wiped away entirely.

But it wasn’t just the life of the town that caught Vivi’s attention—it was the sheer military presence.

Her eyes narrowed as she observed patrols of guards marching with precision, their movements sharp and practiced. They were clad in armor that looked custom-forged, their weapons polished and well-maintained. Massive artillery installations lined the inner perimeter, positioned with a strategist’s eye for defense.

As she continued her quiet reconnaissance, her jaw clenched slightly. This wasn’t the Joseol I expected, she thought. This isn’t some small, vulnerable town. This is a fortress. A stronghold.

Vivi made her way toward an open training yard near the town square, careful to keep to the shadows. What she saw there only deepened her shock. Rows of soldiers sparred with deadly focus, their movements honed to perfection. A commander barked orders from the sidelines, and the soldiers responded with a synchronization that reminded Vivi of her own Gangnam recruits—except these were more disciplined, more cohesive.

She couldn’t help but let out a low whistle under her breath. “Well, well,” she murmured to herself, her voice tinged with admiration. “The Tiger of the North didn’t just survive—he built an empire.”

Vivi leaned back against the cool stone wall of the alley, her mind racing. The man she had thought might be an impulsive rebel was proving to be something far more formidable. This wasn’t the work of a desperate town clinging to scraps of hope. This was the work of a visionary leader.

Her lips curled into a sly smile, though there was no denying the flicker of unease beneath her confidence. “Looks like I underestimated you, Tiger,” she mused quietly. “But let’s see if you’re as good at holding onto power as you are at building it.”

For now, Vivi decided to keep her presence quiet, observing and gathering as much information as possible. She had come to Joseol to test its so-called leader, to see if he was worth her attention. And now, more than ever, she was determined to see the man behind the name—the Tiger of the North.

Jinsoul’s fingers trembled as she pressed a cloth soaked in medicinal herbs against the gash on her arm. The pain was sharp, a constant reminder of her failure. She leaned back against the cold wall of the ruined tavern she’d taken refuge in, her breath uneven and shallow. Her army, her proud Lavien Blu, had been decimated.

The attack had started with confidence. Jinsoul had marched her people toward Joseol, armed with her deadliest poisons and the cunning strategies that had never failed her before. But she hadn’t counted on Joseol being prepared—meticulously so. They had studied her poisons, created countermeasures that neutralized her deadliest creations before they could even take effect. Her soldiers were struck down by Joseol’s precision, and her lines collapsed before she could even implement her fallback plan.

She had retreated, her heart heavy with a mix of fury and bitter admiration. He planned for me, she thought. He knew exactly how to dismantle me.

But retreat wasn’t the end. Jinsoul clenched her jaw, her gaze burning with determination. She had never let defeat stop her before, and she wouldn’t let it stop her now. She had to have him—the Tiger of the North. If anything, this defeat only made her desire for him grow stronger. I’ll come back, she vowed. And next time, I won’t lose.

Vivi’s hands gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white with pressure. Around her, what was left of her once-mighty Gangnam Dragon army lay in disarray. Soldiers groaned as medics worked to patch their wounds, while others simply sat in stunned silence, the defeat etched into their faces.

Vivi herself hadn’t escaped unscathed. A cut ran along her cheek, the sting of it matched only by the burning rage in her chest. She had expected to march into Joseol and crush them with sheer brute force, as she had done with countless other towns before. But Joseol had been ready.

Their advanced weaponry had torn through her soldiers’ armor with horrifying precision. The walls of the fortress were impenetrable, and their artillery rained hell on her forces before they could even reach the gates. It had been a slaughter, and she had been powerless to stop it.

She exhaled sharply, the frustration bubbling to the surface. “That damn Tiger,” she hissed under her breath. He outplayed me. He outmaneuvered me. She slammed her fist against the table, the sound echoing in the room. But I’m not done yet. No one embarrasses me like this and gets away with it.

The moon hung low in the sky, its light casting a pale glow over the ruined outskirts where Jinsoul had taken refuge. She leaned against the wall of the alley, her thoughts consumed by strategies for revenge, when the sound of heavy boots against stone broke her concentration.

Vivi stepped into view, her coat still stained with the blood and dirt of battle. She walked with purpose, though there was a slight limp in her stride. Her eyes immediately locked onto Jinsoul’s, narrowing in recognition.

Jinsoul smirked, her lips curling as she let out a low chuckle. “Well, well. Look who it is,” she said, her voice laced with mockery. “He beat you good, huh?”

Vivi glared at her, her expression darkening. “Shut up,” she snapped. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of her lighter. Taking a long drag, she exhaled the smoke slowly before adding, “He got you too, didn’t he?”

The smirk fell from Jinsoul’s face, and her chuckle died in her throat. She shifted her weight against the wall, crossing her arms. “Yeah, well… maybe. But at least I didn’t lose as badly as you did.”

Vivi turned toward her fully, her cigarette hanging loosely between her fingers. “Don’t flatter yourself,” she shot back. “You’re licking your wounds just like me.”

For a moment, the alley was silent, the tension between them palpable. And then, unexpectedly, Jinsoul laughed—a sharp, bitter sound. “Guess we’re both pathetic right now,” she admitted, her tone begrudging.

Vivi’s lips quirked upward in the faintest hint of a smirk. “Guess so.”

Jinsoul tilted her head, studying Vivi with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. “So, what’s your plan, Dragon Queen? Going to run back to Gangnam and cry about it?”

Vivi flicked the ash from her cigarette, her gaze steady. “No. I’m going to rebuild. I’m going to get stronger. And then I’m going to take that fortress and that damn Tiger for myself.”

Jinsoul raised an eyebrow, a glimmer of respect flickering in her eyes. “You’re not the only one with that idea,” she said.

Vivi took another drag of her cigarette, exhaling slowly. “Then I guess it’s a race,” she said. Her tone was calm, but there was an undercurrent of steel in her voice.

Jinsoul pushed off the wall, stepping closer until she was only a few feet away from Vivi. “Fine by me,” she said, her smile returning. “But just so you know—he’s mine.”

Vivi’s smirk widened, her eyes glinting with challenge. “We’ll see about that.”

The two women stood there for a moment longer, their rivalry simmering in the night air. Then, without another word, they turned and walked away, each heading back to their respective territories. Both were battered, both were furious, and both were more determined than ever to claim the Tiger of the North for themselves.

The moonlight flickered through the trees as Jinsoul and Vivi crept through the shadowed streets of Joseol. Their footsteps were silent, their movements fluid, a testament to the years of training they’d both endured. As enemies, they had been fierce; as allies, they were now a force to be reckoned with. Their plan had been set into motion, and the thrill of what lay ahead burned in their veins.

Jinsoul glanced at Vivi, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and something more dangerous—a hunger for power that mirrored the one Vivi herself felt. "Do you really think we can pull this off?" Jinsoul whispered, her voice barely audible, blending into the night.

Vivi, who had been walking slightly ahead, turned to meet her gaze. Her face, still marked with the remnants of battle, was set in determination. "We’ve already passed the first test. We can’t afford to doubt now."

They had spent the past few days slowly weaving their way into the town's fabric, playing their parts perfectly. Jinsoul’s poisoned tongue had worked wonders on the local tavern owners and guards, offering them subtle deals, while Vivi’s quiet presence had been the perfect cover. They were like ghosts, blending in, gathering information, and waiting for the right moment.

And now, that moment had arrived.

Their target—the Tiger of the North’s den—lay ahead. It was a sprawling fortress of stone, surrounded by high walls and thick guard patrols. But no defense was too formidable for two of the most cunning women in the land.

The path to the Tiger’s den had been carefully scouted, every guard position noted, every weak point observed. The two had worked like clockwork, passing through the outer layers of security, unseen and unnoticed. It was as if the entire town was unaware of the storm that had been quietly building inside their walls.

And now, the Tiger’s sanctuary was within reach.

Jinsoul's lips curled into a sly smile as they approached the inner courtyard. "There it is," she murmured, her fingers twitching at her side, itching for the moment of confrontation. "His lair. His weakness."

Vivi nodded, her expression unreadable. "We just need to slip inside and wait. Once he’s vulnerable, we strike."

They had been plotting this for days, but now that the moment had come, the weight of what they were about to do began to settle on their shoulders. But the urge to finally have what they desired—the Tiger—was overwhelming.

They entered the den, carefully stepping into the shadows. The room was lavish, yet simple, a space that spoke of power, but also of someone who knew how to live with it comfortably. It was dimly lit, with only the faintest glow from the hearth casting shadows across the stone floor.

Jinsoul and Vivi moved like whispers, barely making a sound as they slipped closer to the Tiger’s bed. He was lying there, his breathing slow and steady. The Tiger of the North—his figure was imposing even in rest, muscles taut beneath the sheets, his broad chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Jinsoul paused, her fingers lingering just above her dagger’s hilt. Her eyes flickered toward Vivi, who was already taking a slow, deliberate step closer to the bed. The tension between them was palpable, each woman driven by their own desire—Jinsoul’s to claim him, and Vivi’s to see if he could truly be the man she’d underestimated.

For a moment, neither moved. The plan had always been to get close first, to wait for the opportune moment to strike, or perhaps to turn the tables and make the Tiger a willing ally.

But as they stood there, the air thick with unspoken thoughts, something else began to take hold.

Vivi's hand, which had been steady just moments before, faltered slightly as she gazed at the Tiger. There was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, something she hadn’t expected to feel. She glanced at Jinsoul, who seemed just as poised as ever.

"Do we kill him now?" Vivi whispered, her voice low but carrying a weight of conflict.

Jinsoul's eyes flickered with amusement. "Not yet. We’ve come too far to simply end it here. Let's see what he does. Let’s play the game, together. We can control this. We’ll make him think he has a choice."

Vivi hesitated, but the fire of revenge quickly reignited in her chest. "Alright. We do it your way." The words came out with a controlled coldness, but beneath it, she was already calculating her next move.

They moved closer, the proximity to the Tiger both thrilling and terrifying. In the quiet of the room, the faint sound of his breathing was the only noise as the two women, united in their purpose, stood on the precipice of the ultimate test. Would the Tiger of the North be their downfall, or would he become their most valuable weapon?

As Jinsoul gently traced a finger across the edge of the bed, she leaned in closer to Vivi, her voice soft but insistent. "We’ve come this far, Dragon Queen. Together, we’ll decide what happens next."

Vivi’s lips twitched into a smile, the challenge still clear in her eyes. "Together, huh? We’ll see who gets to claim him first."

You wake with a start, your senses immediately on high alert, a strange tension hanging in the air. The warmth of the hearth is the only comfort in the otherwise dim room. But something’s off.

As your eyes slowly adjust to the shadows, you spot them. Two women, standing at the foot of your bed, their eyes locked onto you.

The first woman is striking—a dark-haired beauty whose gaze is as sharp as a blade. You can feel the weight of her stare, the hunger in her eyes, like she’s sizing you up, trying to decide if you're worth the trouble. You know her name—Jinsoul. The one who’s known for her poisons, her cunning. The one who’s never met a plan she couldn’t twist to her advantage.

The second woman, Vivi, stands beside her, just as dangerous but in a different way. There’s something wild in her eyes, something that challenges you without a word. You’ve heard of her—Dragon Queen. The name alone speaks of her power, her ruthlessness. She’s no stranger to bloodshed.

Both women are still, their presence suffocating, as if they’re waiting for you to make the first move. They stand there, with desire and danger practically radiating off them. Their gaze holds not just lust, but something far more calculated.

The question burns in your mind: How did they get in? How did they get past your guards, past every layer of security you’ve built?

Your muscles tense, but you don’t move. You’re no stranger to danger, and this moment doesn’t intimidate you—it intrigues you. The game has just begun, and you're already calculating your next move.

“You’re awake.” The voice was low, velvety, and laced with a dangerous sweetness that sent a shiver down your spine. You blinked, the haze of sleep clinging to you like a heavy blanket, but your instincts were already screaming. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Your eyes focused on the figure leaning against the footboard of the bed, her silhouette sharp against the dim glow of the hearth. Jinsoul. Her lips curled into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light. Beside her, Vivi stood, her arms crossed, her gaze unwavering. The Dragon Queen’s presence was unmistakable—a quiet storm waiting to unleash.

“How—?” you started, but Jinsoul interrupted with a soft, mocking laugh.

“How did we get in? Oh, Tiger of the North, you really should invest in better guards.” She stepped closer, her movements deliberate, like a cat circling its prey. “But then again, I’ve always found broken systems… entertaining.”

Your hand twitched toward the dagger hidden beneath your pillow, but Vivi was faster. In a flash, she was at your side, her hand clamping down on your wrist with surprising strength. Her breath brushed against your ear as she leaned in, her voice cold and commanding. “Don’t.”

The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to choke on. You were trapped, two powerful women looming over you, their intentions unclear but undeniably dangerous.

It had started hours ago, though you hadn’t known it then. Jinsoul and Vivi had been watching you for days, studying your routines, your weaknesses. They’d moved like shadows, slipping through the cracks in your fortress’s defenses, their minds already set on their goal.

“You’re sure about this?” Vivi had asked, her voice low as they crouched in the darkness outside your walls. The moonlight caught the sharp angles of her face, highlighting the determination in her eyes.

Jinsoul had smirked, her fingers twirling a lock of dark hair. “When have I ever been wrong? He’s arrogant. Thinks he’s untouchable. That’s what makes him so… delicious.”

Vivi had frowned, her gaze flickering toward the fortress. “Arrogance can be dangerous.”

“So can we,” Jinsoul had countered, her tone light but laced with steel. “Besides, isn’t that why you’re here? To prove you’re the Dragon Queen? To show him you’re not just some girl from Gangnam?”

Vivi’s jaw had tightened, but she hadn’t argued. Together, they’d slipped into the fortress, their movements synchronized, their goals aligned—for now.

Back in the room, Jinsoul’s smirk widened as she leaned down, her face inches from yours. “You know, you’re quite the prize,” she purred, her fingers trailing along the edge of the bed. “The Tiger of the North. The man everyone fears. And yet, here you are, at our mercy.”

You glared up at her, your mind racing. “What do you want?”

Vivi’s grip on your wrist tightened, but it was Jinsoul who answered. “What do we want?” she echoed, her voice dripping with mockery. “Oh, Tiger, isn’t it obvious? We want you.”

The words hung in the air, charged with a tension that was impossible to ignore. Your heart pounded in your chest, your body caught between fight and flight. But there was something else, too—a strange, undeniable pull. These women, these predators, were unlike anyone you’d ever faced.

Jinsoul’s hand slipped beneath the sheets, her fingers brushing against your thigh. “You’ve been a thorn in our sides for far too long,” she murmured, her tone as sweet as poison. “But don’t worry. We’re not here to kill you. Not yet.”

Vivi’s grip loosened slightly, her other hand moving to your chest, her touch surprisingly gentle. “We’re here to see who you really are,” she said, her voice low and steady. “To see if you’re worth the trouble.”

You swallowed hard, your body betraying you as a spark of heat flickered in your core. These women were dangerous, but there was something undeniably alluring about their confidence, their control.

Jinsoul leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. “So, Tiger,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. “Are you going to play along? Or are we going to have to… convince you?”

Before you could answer, Vivi’s lips claimed yours, her kiss fierce and demanding. Her hands were on you, her touch burning through the thin fabric of your shirt. You could feel her dominance, her need to claim. And then Jinsoul was there too, her teeth nipping at your neck, leaving a mark that would linger long after she was gone.

The room spun, your senses overwhelmed by the two women who had you completely at their mercy. Jinsoul’s laugh was low and throaty as she pulled back, her eyes dark with hunger. “Looks like we have our answer.”

Vivi’s lips curved into a smirk, her fingers tangling in your hair. “Now, let’s see if you can keep up.”

Their hands were everywhere, their touches fierce and possessive, and as the firelight flickered across the room, you realized something: this wasn’t just a game. This was a battle. And you were determined to come out on top.

“So, Tiger,” Jinsoul whispered, her breath hot against your skin. “Who’s going to win? You… or us?”

Your heart raced as their hands roamed, their lips claiming territory, marking you as theirs. And yet, beneath the heat and the danger, there was something else—something that made your pulse quicken even more. These women, these predators, weren’t just here to take. They were here to own.

And as their touches grew more insistent, their breaths more ragged, you realized something else: you didn’t want to escape. You wanted to win.

“Well?” Vivi’s voice was a whisper, her lips brushing against yours. “What’s it going to be?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you reached for her, your fingers tangling in her hair as you pulled her back into a kiss. Jinsoul’s laugh echoed in your ear, her hands moving lower, and as the firelight danced across the room, you knew one thing for certain: this was just the beginning.

The room was alive with the sound of heavy breaths and the crackling fire, the air thick with desire and danger. Jinsoul’s hands were everywhere—her nails raked down your chest, leaving faint red lines that stung in the most delicious way. She wasn’t just touching you; she was claiming you. Her lips found your neck, teeth grazing your skin before sinking in with a sharp bite that made you gasp. It wasn’t just a mark—it was a statement, her way of telling you who you belonged to now.

Vivi let out a low, throaty laugh as she watched, her dark eyes gleaming with a predatory light. She straddled you, her lithe body sliding against yours, her skin warm and smooth. Her lips found yours in a searing kiss, her tongue probing yours with a hunger that matched Jinsoul’s. She wasn’t just kissing you; she was devouring you. You could feel her hips grinding against you, the friction sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.

Jinsoul’s hands moved lower, her fingers digging into your thighs as she positioned herself beside Vivi. Her voice was a sultry whisper in your ear, her breath hot against your skin. “You’re not going anywhere tonight, Tiger. You’re ours.”

Vivi pulled back from the kiss, her lips swollen and glistening. Her eyes locked onto yours, and she smirked, her expression equal parts challenge and invitation. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

Before you could respond, Vivi shifted, her body moving with a fluid grace as she lowered herself onto you, taking you in one smooth motion. Your breath hitched, the sensation overwhelming. She was tight, hot, and demanding, her hips rolling in a rhythm that left no room for hesitation. Her hands braced against your chest, her nails digging in as she moved, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Jinsoul’s laugh was a low, delicious sound, her lips trailing down your neck to your shoulder, her teeth nipping at your skin. Her hands roamed over Vivi’s body, her fingers teasing and exploring, leaving Vivi moaning softly. “You look good together,” Jinsoul purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “But I think you’ll look even better with me.”

Vivi’s movements slowed, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at Jinsoul. “You’re not the only one who gets to have him,” she said, her voice teasing but firm.

Jinsoul’s smirk widened, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against Vivi’s in a kiss that was as much a challenge as it was a caress. “Then let’s share.”

The two women exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them, and then they were moving, their bodies shifting to accommodate both of them. Vivi rose slightly, her body trembling as Jinsoul positioned herself beneath you, her legs wrapping around your hips. The moment you entered her, you felt it—the tight, wet heat of her body, the way she clenched around you, drawing you in deeper. She was just as demanding as Vivi, her hips lifting to meet yours, her breath hitching as you thrust into her.

Vivi’s hands were on your chest, her nails digging into your skin as she leaned over you, her lips finding yours in a kiss that was as fierce as it was passionate. Her body moved against yours, her hips grinding against you as she took over, her rhythm slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

Jinsoul’s moans filled the room, her hands gripping your hips, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your skin. “Faster,” she whispered, her voice breathless and desperate. “I need you to fuck me harder.”

You obliged, your hips slamming into hers, the force of your thrusts driving her deeper into the bed. Vivi’s lips moved to your neck, her teeth sinking into your skin, marking you as hers. Her hips moved in tandem with yours, her body writhing against you, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

The room was a symphony of sounds—the crackling of the fire, the sharp intake of breath, the soft moans and gasps that filled the air. The two women were relentless, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, their desire consuming you completely.

Jinsoul’s legs tightened around your hips, her body trembling as she reached her peak, her moans growing louder and more frantic. Her nails dug into your skin, her back arching as she came, her body clenching around you, pulling you deeper.

Vivi’s lips trailed down your chest, her tongue teasing your skin as she moved lower, her hands gripping your hips as she took over, her rhythm fast and desperate. “You’re ours,” she whispered, her voice filled with a possessive heat. “And we’re not letting you go.”

Jinsoul’s hands roamed over your body, her fingers teasing and exploring, leaving you trembling with need. Her lips found yours in a searing kiss, her tongue probing yours as she moaned softly. “You’re not going anywhere,” she whispered, her voice filled with a dark promise. “We’re just getting started.”

Vivi’s body moved against yours, her hips grinding against you as she took over, her rhythm slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. Her lips trailed down your chest, her tongue teasing your skin as she moved lower, her hands gripping your hips as she took over, her rhythm fast and desperate.

The room was alive with the sound of heavy breaths and the crackling fire, the air thick with desire and danger. Jinsoul’s hands were everywhere—her nails raked down your chest, leaving faint red lines that stung in the most delicious way. She wasn’t just touching you; she was claiming you. Her lips found your neck, teeth grazing your skin before sinking in with a sharp bite that made you gasp. It wasn’t just a mark—it was a statement, her way of telling you who you belonged to now.

Vivi let out a low, throaty laugh as she watched, her dark eyes gleaming with a predatory light. She straddled you, her lithe body sliding against yours, her skin warm and smooth. Her lips found yours in a searing kiss, her tongue probing yours with a hunger that matched Jinsoul’s. She wasn’t just kissing you; she was devouring you. You could feel her hips grinding against you, the friction sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.

Jinsoul’s hands moved lower, her fingers digging into your thighs as she positioned herself beside Vivi. Her voice was a sultry whisper in your ear, her breath hot against your skin. “You’re not going anywhere tonight, Tiger. You’re ours.”

Vivi pulled back from the kiss, her lips swollen and glistening. Her eyes locked onto yours, and she smirked, her expression equal parts challenge and invitation. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

Before you could respond, Vivi shifted, her body moving with a fluid grace as she lowered herself onto you, taking you in one smooth motion. Your breath hitched, the sensation overwhelming. She was tight, hot, and demanding, her hips rolling in a rhythm that left no room for hesitation. Her hands braced against your chest, her nails digging in as she moved, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Jinsoul’s laugh was a low, delicious sound, her lips trailing down your neck to your shoulder, her teeth nipping at your skin. Her hands roamed over Vivi’s body, her fingers teasing and exploring, leaving Vivi moaning softly. “You look good together,” Jinsoul purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “But I think you’ll look even better with me.”

Vivi’s movements slowed, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at Jinsoul. “You’re not the only one who gets to have him,” she said, her voice teasing but firm.

Jinsoul’s smirk widened, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against Vivi’s in a kiss that was as much a challenge as it was a caress. “Then let’s share.”

The two women exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them, and then they were moving, their bodies shifting to accommodate both of them. Vivi rose slightly, her body trembling as Jinsoul positioned herself beneath you, her legs wrapping around your hips. The moment you entered her, you felt it—the tight, wet heat of her body, the way she clenched around you, drawing you in deeper. She was just as demanding as Vivi, her hips lifting to meet yours, her breath hitching as you thrust into her.

Vivi’s hands were on your chest, her nails digging into your skin as she leaned over you, her lips finding yours in a kiss that was as fierce as it was passionate. Her body moved against yours, her hips grinding against you as she took over, her rhythm slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

Jinsoul’s moans filled the room, her hands gripping your hips, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your skin. “Faster,” she whispered, her voice breathless and desperate. “I need you to fuck me harder.”

You obliged, your hips slamming into hers, the force of your thrusts driving her deeper into the bed. Vivi’s lips moved to your neck, her teeth sinking into your skin, marking you as hers. Her hips moved in tandem with yours, her body writhing against you, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

The room was a symphony of sounds—the crackling of the fire, the sharp intake of breath, the soft moans and gasps that filled the air. The two women were relentless, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, their desire consuming you completely.

Jinsoul’s legs tightened around your hips, her body trembling as she reached her peak, her moans growing louder and more frantic. Her nails dug into your skin, her back arching as she came, her body clenching around you, pulling you deeper.

Vivi’s lips trailed down your chest, her tongue teasing your skin as she moved lower, her hands gripping your hips as she took over, her rhythm fast and desperate. “You’re ours,” she whispered, her voice filled with a possessive heat. “And we’re not letting you go.”

Jinsoul’s hands roamed over your body, her fingers teasing and exploring, leaving you trembling with need. Her lips found yours in a searing kiss, her tongue probing yours as she moaned softly. “You’re not going anywhere,” she whispered, her voice filled with a dark promise. “We’re just getting started.”

Vivi’s body moved against yours, her hips grinding against you as she took over, her rhythm slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. Her lips trailed down your chest, her tongue teasing your skin as she moved lower, her hands gripping your hips as she took over, her rhythm fast and desperate.

The room was alive with the sound of heavy breaths and the crackling fire, the air thick with desire and danger. Jinsoul’s hands were everywhere—her nails raked down your chest, leaving faint red lines that stung in the most delicious way. She wasn’t just touching you; she was claiming you. Her lips found your neck, teeth grazing your skin before sinking in with a sharp bit.

You woke to the soft rustle of fabric and the low murmur of voices. The room was dimly lit, the fire in the hearth casting flickering shadows across the walls. For a moment, you lay still, your body heavy with the lingering warmth of sleep—and something else. Memories of the previous night flooded back in vivid detail, the heat, the biting, the claiming. Jinsoul and Vivi. Their names echoed in your mind like a mantra.

As you stirred, you noticed them. They were seated at the edge of the bed, their heads bent together, whispering intently. Their voices were low, but the tension between them was palpable. You could feel it in the air, like the static before a storm. What are they plotting now?

Jinsoul’s dark hair fell over her shoulders, her fingers tracing patterns on the bedsheet as she spoke. Vivi’s expression was sharp, her eyes glinting with a dangerous edge. They both turned to you simultaneously, their gazes locking onto yours like predators catching the scent of prey.

“You’re awake,” Jinsoul said, a sly smile curving her lips. She moved closer, her hand reaching out to tangle in your hair, pulling you toward her. Her touch was possessive, sending a shiver down your spine. She leaned in, her breath warm against your ear. “We’ve been talking about you.”

Before you could respond, her lips crashed into yours, fierce and demanding. You groaned into the kiss, your hands instinctively reaching for her. She didn’t let you pull away, her fingers tightening in your hair as she deepened the kiss, her tongue probing yours with a hunger that left you breathless.

Vivi’s laugh broke the moment, low and sultry. “Greedy, isn’t she?” she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. You felt her shift behind you, her hands sliding over your shoulders. Her lips brushed against your neck, teeth grazing your skin before sinking in with a playful bite. You hissed, your body arching instinctively into her touch.

“Stop teasing,” Jinsoul growled, breaking the kiss to glare at Vivi, though there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. “He’s not just yours.”

Vivi smirked, her fingers tracing the mark she’d left on your neck. “Oh, but he is mine,” she murmured, her voice lilting with possessiveness. “Just as much as he’s yours.”

You could feel the tension between them, the rivalry simmering beneath the surface. It was intoxicating, the way they fought over you, their desire so raw and unfiltered.

“Enough,” you said, your voice low but firm. Both women froze, their eyes locking onto yours. There was a flicker of surprise in their expressions, and something else—respect. “If you’re both so determined to have me, then you’ll have to share.”

Jinsoul’s lips curled into a smirk. “Fair enough,” she said, her tone light but her eyes dark with promise. She leaned in again, her lips brushing against yours. “But don’t think for a second that I’ll let her have you without a fight.”

Vivi’s laugh was a low, throaty sound. “Bring it on, Jinsoul,” she said, her hands tightening on your shoulders. “I’m not afraid of a little competition.”

The air in the room shifted, the tension between them thickening. You could feel the heat radiating off their bodies, their desire a tangible force that left you aching for more.

Jinsoul’s lips trailed down your neck, her teeth nipping at your skin. “You’re ours,” she whispered, her voice filled with a possessive heat. “And we’re not letting you go.”

Vivi’s hands slid down your chest, her nails raking lightly over your skin. “You belong to us,” she murmured, her tone soft but laced with steel. “And we’re going to make sure everyone knows it.”

You groaned, your head falling back as their hands and mouths roamed over your body. The room was alive with the sound of heavy breaths and the crackling fire, the air thick with desire and danger.

Jinsoul’s fingers gripped your hips, her nails digging into your skin as she pulled you closer. Her lips found yours again, the kiss fierce and demanding. You could feel the heat of her body pressed against yours, her desire burning through you like a wildfire.

Vivi’s hands, not to be outdone, roamed the length of your arms, tracing every vein and sinew as if she was mapping her territory. Her breath was a whisper against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “You’ve come this far, Tiger,” she said, her voice low. “And now, you’re ours.”

But just as the fervor began to escalate, Jinsoul pulled back, her eyes glinting with a playful challenge. “So, we’ve decided,” she said, her tone coy yet firm. “We’re both going to marry you.”

Vivi nodded, her smirk widening. “That’s right. You’re ours, and that’s final.”

You blinked, trying to process their words. “Marry me? Both of you?” The question hung in the air, met with twin smirks from each woman.

“Why not?” Jinsoul purred, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your chest. “We’re both in love with you, and we’re not exactly the type to share.”

Vivi leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. “Besides, you’re the one who said we’d have to share you. This is our solution.”

The intensity of their stares made you realize there was no room for argument. They had you, and they knew it. They had already made up their minds—your life, your loyalty were theirs.

“Alright,” you said, your tone firm but laced with amusement. “But you both have to understand—I’m not going to be easy to handle.”

Jinsoul grinned, her teeth glinting in the firelight. “Oh, we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As you stood to face them, Jinsoul wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you close. Her lips found yours once more, the kiss deep and unhurried. Vivi stepped closer, her hands sliding over your shoulders, her lips brushing against your neck.

Their touches, their breaths, their presence—it was intoxicating. You were theirs, and they were yours. Together, you would control everything, bending the very world to your will.

As the fire crackled in the background, the room filled with the sounds of gasps and moans, the air thick with need. You found yourself pulled back into the bed, their hands and mouths roaming your body, claiming you once more, their whispers of possession ringing in your ears.

“You’re ours,” Jinsoul whispered, her voice soft but filled with steel. “And we’re never letting you go.”

Vivi’s lips brushed against your ear, her tone low and sultry. “We’ll own you—body, soul, and everything in between

Together, we’re unstoppable. And you’re at the center of it all. Forever ours.”

The firelight danced across the room, casting flickering shadows over the tangled sheets, as their lips once again found yours. The game had ended, but the real adventure was just beginning, and there was no turning back now.