The screen of your cell phone lights up with an alert from an anonymous app that says "Pairing Successful". You casually click on it, curious about this first time you've been paired to someone. You just didn't notice that someone you thought was far away was actually close by.

Your match just sends a simple message, "Hello" "90s"

You: "Hello"

Your match: "What are you doing?"

You jokingly reply "Playing with someone's feelings"

"How's it going?" The one behind the screen awaits your message with interest.

"Pretty good. How about I mess with your feelings?" Tapping your fingertips on the screen, you smile, playing what you thought was a harmless game.

"Try me." He smirks.

You found the person really interesting, maybe he worth chatting with.

You had just been thinking about watching your favorite ero-anime when your thoughts were interrupted by the other person's message. Well, this is the good time to bring it up.

You: "Do you watch anime?"

Your match: "Occasionally."

You: "Then ... do you watch ero-anime?"

The man's finger pause, then smile, "Why? Do you want to know?"

You: "So, are you going to tell me?"

Your match: "Don't really watch those, rather busy."

Oh? He's really good at playing pretend.

You raise an eyebrow and grin, "Want to do some naughty things?"

Your match: "How naughty?"

You don't blush, think it is really fun "naughty in bed together?"

The man behind the screen pause for a long time, sends a message: "Sure."

Soon, the screen shows the other man call. You don't seem to be aware that this anonymous program has a call function.

You: ... Don't dare to answer. Really, don't.

A few seconds later, the call hangs up and the screen returns to silence. You were just relieved, then the screen lit up again. It's his message: "Scared?"

You, "Not at all!"

After you reply, the other person calls again. This time, you press answer in a little panic with sweaty palms.

"What, are you scared? Hmm?" The moment the call connected, his voice poure into your ears—low, magnetic, carrying a touch of something almost predatory, as if he was toying with your reaction.

"I... I didn't..." You pretend that you're not nervous.

"Hey, still want to play?" You sense the other person through the phone with a dangerous yet aggressive aura.

"I... just want to try." Your cheeks heat up and your fingertips unconsciously tighten around the phone as you answer stiffly.

"Try what? With your little claws,kitten?"

His tone is light and slow, as if he's teasing you, a hint of ambiguity in every word, tempting you to cross that invisible line.

"I have claws! And I'm not just some kitten!" You look more like a little kitten trying to look fierce.

The man give a chuckled, the sound low and smooth, slipping through the receiver like an electric current, tickling your senses.

"Alright, alright, kitten."

"Then show me now!" You try to calm yourself down a bit, deliberately firing back at him.

He let out another quiet laugh, voice deep and husky, tinged with amusement—

"Are you sure?"

His voice was so deep it seemed to seep into the bones, carrying a hint of restless danger, as if he was waiting for you to ignite this fire with your own hands.

"Just let you do it, and you're still taking your time? Don't tell me… you can't?"

"Then I'll let you know if I can or I can't." That's the question he's waiting for from you.

"Then you start!"

"Hmm... I don't really want to do it alone." He tried to guide you.

"If you don't start, I won't try!" Said you, about to hang up.

"Fine, then you have to call me 'Babe'."

His voice was low and lazy, enjoying the process, even with a bit of a teasing smile.

The tips of your ears heat up slightly, and the phone in your hand burns a little.

"In... in your dream!"

"Then it seems you don't want to hear from me."

His tone was subdued, in control of the pace between you, in no hurry to rush things.

Your heart skipped a few beats, clearly you were the one telling him to hurry up, why did he get a hold of you now?

"... Hurry up." Your voice dropped, not quite as strong as it had been a moment ago, almost like a compromise.

"Hmm?"

The man pretend not to have heard you clearly, forcing you to face the question head on.

Your face heats up, your breathing slightly disorganized, and you bite your lip and whisper.

"Babe..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a second, and then a low chuckle came slowly as the man finally got a satisfying response.

"Good girl."

"Time to reward you."

He asks you to take a look at the photo he's sent you. You click on the chat dialog box and the photo shows  legs slightly apart. The fabric of the gray pants was tight and the bulge somewhere between the legs, noticeably.

"What are you doing..." You blush in shame.

"It's a reward."

"Guess where my hand is now?"

You hold your breath as your eyes fall on the bulge in the photo, your heart beating a little faster.

"Do you want me to tell you?" His voice held seduction, "Or... do you want to hear me do it to you slowly?"

With a slight rustling sound, the fabric was slowly pushed aside and he allowed the thing to finally be released.

"Good girl, look for more rewards, huh?"

The picture is sent again and you open it, feeling as if you were surrounded by heat as the temperature in the room suddenly rises. The thing that had been released from his pants stood erect, and it was the first time you had looked at that part so closely.

"Hiss..." He wrapped his hand around something, moving slowly but not stopping, a gasp coming slowly, "Hear that?"

"Uh... Babe?" You try to tease him.

"Hmm... You..." Satisfied with your reaction, he speeds up his movements, trying to seduce you, "Will you help me? Ah..."

"How?" Under his guidance, you somehow got bold.

"Finger, put it in your mouth and lick it."

"Uh-huh..." It's the first time you've ever done that, your finger lightly placed in your mouth, your tongue unconsciously curling around it and sucking slightly.

"Mmmmmm, good girl, that's it." He gasps with even more excitement at the sounds you make.

Your tongue is starting to get sore, your throat is tired and you don't want to continue. Slurring your words, your voice a little tired, "I..."

"Ha... Mmm... Soon..."

In the next moment, the man's body shuddered violently, a low, hoarse gasp suppressed in his throat, accompanied by a short, muffled grunt, finally completely out of control in the edge of the limit.

The man's breathing gradually smoothed out, and with fulfillment he asked, "You're still there?"

"Uh-huh." The touch of your fingers seemed to remain in your mouth, rubbing them gently, feeling the friction between them.

"I didn't think that you would..." He's a little surprised at your initiative.

"I..." Thinking back to that scene just now, you feel ridiculous, how you did that with a stranger.

"It's okay, it's a normal thing. As long as you feel safe." He calms you down.

"I... I'll get busy!" You hang up in a panic.

He wipes himself off and rests in his chair, thinking about the craziness with you and wondering if you'll be so scared that you'll never contact him again.

There must be another chapter in the story between you and him tomorrow, he thought.

Early morning sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, scattering delicate patterns onto the floor. The alarm went off, and you slowly opened your eyes, pressing the pause button before checking your phone for messages. The notifications on the screen show several unread messages from none other than him late last night.

"Did you sleep?"

"Kitten, see you tomorrow."

You're easily taken in by his "good girl" or "kitten", and admit it, he’s your favorite style.

Your fingertips hesitantly over the screen, but ultimately choosing not to reply. Thinking back to last night's flirtatious call, the rhythm was completely controlled by him, his sensual gasps intertwined with your heartbeat, causing your breathing to become disorganized in the moment.

The alarm went off again, pulling you back to reality. Today is the first day of your internship, you must not be late.

Quickly wash up, put together your outfit, take a deep breath and brace yourself for the day. Grabbed your bag, put on your shoes and walked out the door.

You took the bus to the destination and walked to the company building. The building stands tall, its glass walls gleaming coldly under the morning light.

You stepped into the elevator and pressed the floor for the marketing department. As you reach the floor, all you see is the anxious face of HR, until she notices you and her eyes immediately light up.

"You'll be reporting to the CEO’s office today. His assistant is on leave, and they need someone to fill in temporarily."

"The CEO?" You blinked in surprise.

HR nodded with a casual smile. "Don’t worry, it’s mostly handling documents and coordination. Just familiarize yourself with it."

The CEO...

You had heard of the rumours – young yet highly capable, decisive and calm, and a character so rational that he was almost indifferent. You had assumed that you, as an intern, would never come into contact with such a person at all.

And yet, now... you were about to meet him face-to-face?

You grip your notebook tightly and take a steadying breath, following HR's instructions towards the office of the CEO.

...----------------...

Standing in front of the office door, your palms are sweating nervously.

--Knock knock.

You tapped softly on the door, inhaling deeply and waiting for a response from inside.

"Come in."

A deep, steady voice comes through the door, your movements paused and your fingertips unconsciously tightening.

This voice ...

You pushed open the door and your eyes fell on the man seated behind the expensive desk. He sits behind the wide desk, dressed in a black shirt with sleeves casually rolled up, he revealed strong forearms as he flipped through the documents in front of him. His features were sharp, his gaze steady, and his entire presence exuded an air of quiet authority.

–The voice...

It was similar to the one from last night's call. You froze, fingertips instinctively curled tighter around your notebook, your forehead sweating slightly, and your heart beating furiously.

This couldn't be... right?

"Why are you just standing there?" The man finally lifted his gaze, a stern scrutiny in his brows, "You're the temporary intern?"

Yet, the voice sounded increasingly familiar...

You snapped back to your senses, trying to compose yourself, and nodded. "Yes."

"Sit." He said casually, flipping through the papers in his hands. "What's your name?"

You gave your name, carefully watching his every move. Could he be that guy? Would he recognize your voice? However, his demeanor remained indifferent, without the slightest hint of recognition.

It must just be a similarity in voice…

"For the next few days, you'll be handling the assistant's tasks. If there's anything you don’t understand, ask me directly." He finished speaking, casually closing the file and glancing at you. "Can you manage?"

You lowered your gaze, your fingertips unconsciously rubbing the notebook in your hands. Your voice trembled slightly. "I can."

"Go to the assistant’s desk outside and read through the notes left behind. Get started on something."

For a brief moment, you felt that the CEO wasn’t as strict as rumors made him out to be—at least, he wasn’t outright unkind to newcomers.

But the thought of him being that man was simply absurd. Maybe… it really was just a coincidence?

Just then, your phone vibrated. You looked down, and a new message popped up on the screen.

"Babe, why are you gone?"

Your fingers trembled violently. Your breath caught in your throat as you quickly raised your head, stealing a glance at the man sitting across from you. He was focused on his work, flipping through documents with a calm and composed expression, showing no sign of noticing you.

You must be overthinking. He’s so busy—how could he possibly have time to send you messages? Besides, he’s clearly occupied with paperwork. He wouldn't have the time… right?

"What? You don’t want to do it?" His voice suddenly broke through your thoughts, making you jolt.

"No, no, I’ll get to it right away!"

You hurriedly left the office of the CEO, heart pounding. The assistant’s desk was arranged just outside his office, surrounded by a few executives and secretaries. Sitting down, you placed your phone on the desk, took a deep breath, and tried to calm yourself.

Forcing yourself to focus, you carefully read through the notes left behind, gradually immersing yourself in the tasks at hand and pushing aside your earlier nervousness.

Your phone vibrated again.

"Why aren't you talking?"

You hesitated for a moment before quietly replying: "First day of work. Nervous."

The rest of the day was spent buried in work. You barely touched your phone, too afraid to think too much.

...----------------...

During your lunch break, you stretched your arms over your head, feeling the tension in your body ease slightly. Standing up, you asked a coworker for directions to the pantry and made yourself a cup of coffee to go with the sandwich you had brought from home.

After finishing up in the pantry, you were walking back to your desk when you nearly collided with someone.

Your footsteps halted abruptly.

The CEO.

You hesitated for a split second, stepping aside just in time. His gaze barely lingered on you before he walked past and continued toward his office.

Watching his calm and composed figure disappear behind the door, you found it impossible to imagine that this was the same person who had been teasing you over the phone, coaxing you to be a "good girl."

Shaking off the thought, you returned to your workplace and sat down. Then, as if triggered by some instinct, you suddenly remembered—hadn’t he sent a message shortly after your last reply?

"Keep going! I’m busy too."

You had been too occupied to respond at the time. But now, curiosity got the better of you.

You: "What do you do?"

The other person came online instantly.

Your match: "Big things."

Vague as always.

A moment later, another message appeared.

[PHOTO]

You tapped the image, waiting for it to load.

It was a picture of a desk—slightly blurred files neatly stacked, a laptop in the background.

Him: "Disappointed?"

You frowned. You: "Disappointed in what? You’re being annoying."

Yet, as you stared at the picture, something felt eerily familiar.

The desk, the files, the placement of the laptop…Your forehead slowly became damp with sweat.

Was it just your imagination, or did this setup look exactly like… the CEO’s desk?

…No. That would be too much of a coincidence.

Wouldn't it?

You tried to brush it off. You were just overthinking. Again.

Your phone buzzed once more.

Him: "Go home and I’ll feed you that one."

Before you could even process what that meant, you choked on your coffee.

Coughing violently, you tried to regain your composure as your coworkers turned to look at you with curiosity and concern. You awkwardly wiped your mouth, giving them an embarrassed nod before quickly looking away.

Damn it.

You were definitely going to deal with this guy when you got home.

"Well done today, good performance."

The movement of your hands stops slightly as you look down to organize your desk and hear the familiar voice. You look up, and your gaze meets his— Cold, flat, like a mirror reflecting nothing. Before you can respond, he turns away.

Is the rumored aloof CEO really this person? You hum a melody softly and pack up your things in a happy mood. But isn't the CEO a bit awkward? That's probably why he left so quickly.

Your cell phone vibrates with a message from the other man.

"Busy? I'm done with everything."

...----------------...

After your shower, you flop onto the bed, your entire body wrapped in your baggy housecoat. Casually, you pick up your phone and tap on the message you haven’t replied to yet.

"Uh, home."

No sooner have you sent the message than you put the phone down. Almost immediately, you receive a new reply: "Tired? How was your day?"

You rest your hand on the pillow and reply, "Fine, I had a great day and got complimented on it."

The other person: "Because you were good."

Your heart flutters, like a string gently plucked, tugging at the soft corners of your emotions. His speech, the way he expresses himself, and his magnetic voice make your heart race.

"You... very experienced, aren't you?"

The other person seems to tease you, his answer playful: "What do you think?"

"I don't want to talk to you."

Just before you press send, the screen flashes, showing that the other person is calling. His response comes one step ahead of your rejection.

"What are you doing?" A hint of heat rises in your ears as you press answer, holding the phone to your ear.

"You don't want to talk to me, huh?" The man laughs softly, speaking in a low, gentle voice like he's coaxing you.

"Why should I care?" You frown, laying on your side, clutching the pillow.

"Because you can't give it up, and we haven’t even tried yet, kitten." His voice comes through the microphone, low and with a dangerous smirk. It’s clear: the hunter has locked onto his prey, not panicking, but tightening his grip.

"Try what?" Your throat tightens a little, and you gulp softly.

"Last night... and more than last night." The man on the other end of the phone pushes forward.

"I..." You're a little afraid of how forcefully he’s pursuing this.

"It'll be gentle." His voice softens, attempting to soothe your inner turmoil.

...----------------...

Pictures are sent, this time of his already standing parts, showing you without reservation. He no longer hides his desire and eagerly invites you closer.

"We do it together, okay?" He fiddles with his hand at the top of that part, stifling a small gasp, "Ahh..."

You can hear the subtle sound of friction and his aggravated breathing.

"Uh, I..." Your head goes blank, not knowing how to respond.

"Clothes pulled up..." Listening to him guide you, you lift your shirt up, the uncovered softness showing, rising and falling with your breath.

"Uh-huh..." Coolness is felt there, the front standing up slightly.

"Not wearing one, huh?" The movement of his hand stops; he's actually a bit impatient but chooses to guide you slowly for fear of you being turned off by his rushing.

"Uh-huh..." You had obviously pulled up your shirt, yet it felt as if you were doing so under his intense gaze. A sudden wave of warmth flooded somewhere deep inside you.

"Do you like it when I'm doing this? Watching you."

"... You're bad." Your cheeks blush and your voice trembles slightly.

"Touch there, I like it, it must be soft." The phone is placed to your ear, and you listen as if you are leaning into each other, so close that it can almost touch.

"Ah... Mmm..." You hold the phone in one hand, the other slowly lifting, palm covering the warm curves, fingertips kneading gently against the upturned front.

"Ahhhh hiss, I want you so badly!" He felt like he was about to explode.

"Hmm?" You were suddenly startled and stopped moving.

"Good girl, don't be scared, go ahead and squeeze those two, okay?" Following his instructions, you put down the phone, turned on the speaker, and lay flat on your back.

"Haaah..." Pinching the front end of each side with your thumb and forefinger in both hands, he wanted you to pinch them both up and down again. The movements from gentle to rough, and you experiment with much pleasure.

"Ahhhh, it is so...so..." Those sides feel paralyzed, it's hard to express what you want to say.

"Say, does it feel good? Yeah? Is it good for me to watch you?" Hearing that, you bite your lower lip lightly, craving more.

"Pinch it up, squeeze it, don’t let go, then twist it."

Squeezing those two sensitive points and twisting them, you experiment with different sensations.

"Uh-huh, Babe... want..." You said the words unconsciously, your eyes misty.

"Let go of them, rub the top, and press down for another five seconds."

You listened to him, releasing that side before tracing the tip with your fingertips, pressing in again. "Mmmm, you're so good at..."

Warm dampness spreads again.

"I know more— do you want to find out?" His hardened tip glistens with a slight bead of liquid.

"Ahh..." You shift your hips, feeling empty beneath you.

"Take off the bottom."

With his guidance, your hands explored every corner of your body, eventually reaching that spot. "Rub there."

That sensitive bulge oozes crystal-clear liquid from its slit as you knead it. He keeps you going, the pace gradually increasing. His hand, too, played with the swollen area, his sanity on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

"How about putting a finger in there?" His swelling made him restless, his mind consumed by thoughts of you.

"Mmmm..." You gently part your legs, fingers tracing slowly, teasing strokes up and down before slipping inside, warm and deliberate. The wetness seeps through your fingertips. He murmurs slowly, soothing the longing that intertwines between you both.

"Ah... ah..." Your finger moves deeper, pumping slowly, your insides contracting around the finger, demanding more.

"Uh-huh, I love it when you do that... Hiss, faster—go together."

His palm tightens, sliding back and forth along his bottom, the rhythm picking up as pleasure builds.

"Hhmm..." You take control, gradually increasing the pace, moving from slow to fast, each motion sharper than before, until you hit that sensitive spot at the top. The pleasure is overwhelming, your body trembling, gasps and moans mixing in the heated air.

He bites his lower lip, strangled breaths escaping his throat as the fiery intensity shatters his control. Instinct takes over, and with an uncontrollable throb, he releases himself completely.

Silence lingered between you for a few seconds, only the sound of the ragged breathing filling the space.

"Tired? You'll sleep better tonight."

You clutched the sheets, burying your face in the pillow, too shy to respond. He sensed it immediately.

"Why are you embarrassed again?"

You let out a muffled "Hmmm."

"Good girl. You know, I’m not just good at this—I can actually hold a proper conversation, just maybe not with you." He sounded both serious and teasingly innocent.

"Oh." Your cheeks burn as you roll onto your side, the wetness on your fingers slowly drying. "Gotta wash my hands... need another shower..."

"Oh, good. Talk later." He didn't push, giving you space to process everything.

After drying off and getting dressed, you sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor, unable to believe what just happened.

A notification lit up your phone.

Him: "Is it still okay?"

You: "Well... just... shy."

Him: "Kitten, you won’t be shy once you get used to it."

He’s really good at teasing.

You: "I’m not a kitten! It’s time for bed. Good night!"

Him: "Okay, good night." [PHOTO]

You opened the image. His face wasn’t visible, but his toned chest and muscular arms took up most of the frame. His black cotton pajama pants sit loosely around his hips, exuding effortless confidence.

"What a guy!" That’s what you said—but then you zoom in on his picture.