Mimi barely had time to catch her breath before robotic voices crackled overhead: "Role reversal—participant Mimi will now perform full-body oil massage on participant Yoongi." She blinked up at the ceiling lights, thighs still trembling, her cunt and asshole throbbing in sync with her pulse.

Yoongi’s chuckle was dark as he hauled her upright by the hair, her knees buckling until he caught her—not gently—against his sweat-slick chest. “Up,” he murmured, guiding her shaking hands to the fresh oil bottle. “You’ve got work to do.”