Yoo-joon's heart thundered in his chest like a trapped bird as he stood there, half-naked and flustered, in front of Anny. Her presence in his villa was already a surprise, but her audacity to saunter around as if she owned the place left him speechless.

"Oh my god!! What are you doing here, couldn't you knock?" Yoo-joon stammered, hastily draping a towel over his torso, the heat creeping up his neck.

Anny reclined on the couch, a picture of casual confidence, sipping coffee as if she hadn't a care in the world. Her attire exuded an air of power, a striking black tuxedo with crimson accents that matched her enigmatic smile. Yoo-joon couldn't help but feel like a deer caught in headlights under her gaze.

"This is my villa, and I can go anywhere I want, plus everything here is mine," Anny retorted, her voice dripping with amusement. "As for your first question, I am enjoying the view."

Yoo-joon blinked, confusion mingling with his embarrassment. "View! What view?"

Anny's smirk deepened. "Now you're blocking my view. Come on, move it."

A blush blossomed on Yoo-joon's cheeks as he awkwardly shifted, attempting to shield himself with the towel. Anny's unabashed confidence both unnerved and intrigued him.

"Move your towel, I was just enjoying your topless body. My, my! It is breathtaking," Anny teased, her words sending a jolt through Yoo-joon.

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"I am done, I will be out in a minute," Yoo-joon muttered, eager to escape the intimate atmosphere that crackled between them.

Anny's sudden offer of clothing caught him off guard, and he found himself being dragged into the closet, his eyes widening at the sight before him. The closet was a treasure trove of luxury, filled to the brim with designer clothes, shoes, and accessories.

Anny's voice broke through his reverie, her words laced with playful mischief. "Well, what should you wear? Hmm, how about something cute like your face and sexy like your body?"

As Anny selected an ensemble with practiced ease, Yoo-joon's cheeks flushed crimson once more, his mind reeling from the surreal turn of events. He attempted to decline her extravagant offerings, but Anny's determined insistence left him speechless.

An awkward silence hung in the air, tension crackling between them as they exchanged uncertain glances.

Yoo-joon's thoughts raced as he tried to decipher Anny's enigmatic expression. Was she angry? Sad? Surprised?

Anny's inner monologue mirrored his confusion, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface as she struggled to comprehend Yoo-joon's reaction.

"I am not requesting or giving you options, I am ordering you to change into this," Anny declared, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Yoo-joon's mouth opened in protest, but Anny's laughter cut him off, her amusement palpable.

"Now I got it, you want me to help you change your clothes," Anny chuckled, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Well, should we start now? You are already topless, should we go for the pants?"

Yoo-joon's eyes widened in alarm as he instinctively retreated, only to find himself trapped against the cabinet, Anny's proximity leaving him breathless.

"Don't even think about it," Anny whispered, her voice sending shivers down Yoo-joon's spine.

As her hand traced a path down his chest, Yoo-joon's heart leaped into his throat, his breath catching in his lungs.

"Stop!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing in the confined space, a mixture of panic and desire swirling within him.

" I-I--- will change in a-a-aa min." he said with shaky lipm and voice.