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Chaeyoung hates Mina.

She hates seeing Mina's fancy logo gracing the billboard advertisements every time she visits the US. She hates hearing about the "up and coming" fashion house when she's in Paris. She hates seeing Mina's pretty black hair when she attends the same shows in Milan. She hates having to acknowledge the fact that Mina's clothes sell better with the 18-24 age range. She hates that her own fashion brand is stagnating in growth while Mina's is somehow flourishing.

The point is, Chaeyoung despises the girl. She's too good of a competitor in the elegant halls of the fashion industry, and Chaeyoung prefers to crush her competitors into oblivion-not actually compete with them.

Chaeyoung hatred isn't unrequited either. She hates Mina, and Mina hates her back. In fact, Mina makes this known by rolling her eyes whenever they have to walk past each other. As rude as their behaviors can be, Chaeyoung can live with it. She's a CEO of a luxury fashion house; hatred from competition isn't new to her.

But feelings are.

And although Chaeyoung thinks herself to be an expert in her world of couture, she realizes that there are some things still left unknown to her.

It all happens in London, in the after-party of a mutual friend's store opening.

"Who's that?" Chaeyoung asks Tzuyu.

Tzuyu, Chaeyoung's ever-so-handy assistant, answers within ten seconds.

"That's Mina," Tzuyu replies, seemingly confused.

"No, not her. Who's her date?"

"Oh, her date?" Tzuyu clears her throat. "That's Momo. She's a model.

Chaeyoung watches the pair from afar as strange feelings swirl in her chest.

Mina's wearing the latest of her clothes, of course, because she never wears anything from last season. Her long black hair is pin-straight and held back with a flower hairclip. Those black locks fall over her bright red pantsuit, which draw attention to her figure. And the crook of her arm is adorned with Momo's hand-a stunning model with dainty features and wavy black and blonde hair half-up and half-down. Chaeyoung doesn't pay attention to Mina's date, though. Instead, she's staring at where the two are touching.

"How's the party?" Chaeyoung's thoughts are interrupted by Nayeon who's beaming at Tzuyu and her. "I invited more people," Nayeon confides, "So I think I'll get better press coverage this time."

"It's a great party," Chaeyoung replies, still looking towards Mina and Momo. "And you can afford to invite more people when this is a bigger store than the one you had in LA."

"Right?" Nayeon agrees. "This one is so much bigger. By the way, did you see the lollipops? I ordered them in heart shapes, and they are so adorable-"

"Is Mina dating someone?" Chaeyoung interrupts, still distracted by her rival and her rival's date.

"I don't think so. Well, not that I know of," Nayeon replies, but as she says these words, Momo leans closely to Mina's ear and whispers something. Mina breaks into a smile, and somehow, that annoys Chaeyoung.

"How come you didn't find a date for me?" Chaeyoung questions Tzuyu.

"Well-I-I-I," Tzuyu stammers at Chaeyoung'a abrupt inquiry. "You said you didn't want a plus-one in the first place, so I didn't find you a date."

Chaeyoung can only huff a breath of frustration. Tzuyu peers over at her boss with concern, and Nayeon goes off to greet other guests, but Chaeyoung remains pressed and red in the cheeks. She's a career-woman, and that means placing her job over everything. Such a lifestyle and philosophy has left her focused on work and not much of anything else. Dating hardly ever crosses her mind, and when it does, it's quick to leave because of other obligations.

But seeing Mina with...someone else does things to Chaeyoung-things that she can't name. Things that make her act on impulse.

Chaeyoung excuses herself from Tzuyu when she notices Momo leave Mina's side. In the next few moments, Chaeyoung is marching towards Mina and intentionally brushing her shoulder against hers.

"Of course you're here," Mina mutters not-so-discretely when she realizes that Chaeyoung has bumped into her.

"Why wouldn't I be here?" Chaeyoung snaps back. "I've known Nayeon for years, and she invited me to her new boutique's grand opening."

"I can say the same, princess."

Oh, there's something in how Mina says princess that gets under Chaeyoung's nerves. As nice as the little nickname is, Mina never says it with any good intent; she only says it because she knows that Chaeyoung doesn't like it.

"You should leave," Chaeyoung asserts, crossing her arms.

"Why would I leave when there's a chocolate fountain?" Mina motions to the fountain of chocolate just a few steps away from them. There's a table filled with snacks and fruits at the party for refreshments, and sure, it looks tantalizing, but it's not enough of a reason.

"I thought you had that deal with Bergdorf Goodman," Chaeyoung says. "Shouldn't you be in New York?"

"Oh, so you know my schedule now?"

"Why are you even here?" Chaeyoung questions, frustrated.

"Do I really need to answer that question?" Mina rolls her eyes and walks to the chocolate fountain, Chaeyoung following behind.

"I hate you," Chaeyoung mutters. "I don't want to see you here again."

"It's not my fault Nayeon has the taste to be friends with me and the awful decision-making skills to be friends with you too," Mina retorts. She dips a strawberry in chocolate and pops it into her mouth. Within a few seconds of chewing, she has already eaten it. "What's your problem, princess?"

You, Chaeyoung wants to say. She can't explain herself properly, but whenever she sees Mina, she feels an overwhelming sensation take over her body. It leaves her breathless and frustrated, and she hates it. The beautiful girl has such an effect on her that it's unexplainable.

Chaeyoung catches sight of Momo across the boutique's main floor and immediately scowls.

"Oh, so that's your problem."

"W-What?" Chaeyoung's quick to glance back at Mina.

"That's your problem, princess," Mina reiterates with a smirk. "What? You jealous or something?"

"No," Chaeyoung murmurs. Her cheeks already feel hot. "Why would I be jealous?"

"I don't know. Why don't you tell me? You're the one who's always staring at me from afar." Mina crosses her arms, and Chaeyoung finds her gaze so intense that she has to redirect her eyes to the mole on Mina's face. "Either you're a stalker, or you're just into me. Why else would you be looking at my date like you wanna murder her?"

"You are making shit up," Chaeyoung hisses defensively. She's a CEO. She doesn't like to feel vulnerable, and Mina makes her feel so exposed. "You're fucking weird."

"Oh, am I?"

Embarrassed and frustrated all at once, Chaeyoung scoffs and tries to walk away from Mina-who only follows her.

"Princess, don't walk away from me," Mina says, but Chaeyoung keeps walking. Suddenly, Mina grabs Chaeyoung by the arm and forcibly drags her towards the back exit of the boutique.

"What are you doing?" Chaeyoung whispers furiously. She doesn't want to cause a scene, but Mina keeps dragging her until they're standing outside in the cold. London isn't snowing a blizzard in February, but there's enough windchill to make Chaeyoung shiver through the tulle fabric of her dress.

"Not to be a therapist, but we should talk." Mina stands directly in front of Chaeyoung now, almost pressing her against the brick wall. "You're obsessed with me."

"I'm a CEO of a company that has your company as its prime competitor," Chaeyoung reasons. Her shoulders are already cold, and she finds it hard to keep from shivering, but she can't falter in Mina's presence. "Why wouldn't I be obsessed with you?" Chaeyoung challenges. "I'm obsessed with annual reports too. So what?"

"No," Mina asserts, "You're obsessed with me." Mina narrows her eyes, and her lips curl into a faint smirk. "And you know exactly what I mean by that, princess."

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Oh, come onnnnn." Mina scoffs. "Let's be honest with each other, yeah?"

Mina's suave, too cool for her own good and for Chaeyoung. Her pretty eyes pierce into Chaeyoung's, as if they want to unravel her from the inside-out. They stare at each other like this for a while until Chaeyoung finds her gaze travelling down to Mina's lips. Chaeyoung hasn't had a drop of alcohol all night, yet she finds herself intoxicated with Mina. Her gorgeous eyes, slightly parted lips. Her fucking perfume. The way she's so...intense.

"I'm not into you," Chaeyoung breathes.

"I'm not into you either," Mina retorts, but words are just words in that moment.

Chaeyoung's not sure who leans in for the kiss first, but it happens all the same. One second, they're trying not to strangle each other's throats. In the next, Mina has pushed Chaeyoung against the wall, and they've got their lips locked in a different kind of fight. Somehow, Chaeyoung has found herself in the grasp of her archenemy, under her lips, and somehow, they make their way to a car.

"What are we doing?" Chaeyoung gasps as Mina shuts the car door behind her. They're in the backseat of her car, Chaeyoung presumes, because the windows are tinted, and the black leather seats are shiny-nothing less for someone like Mina.

"Good trouble," Mina murmurs, pressing her lips against Chaeyoung's once more.

Oh, it isn't right. It's far from right. It's not just wrong; it's like making a left-turn instead of a right one.

Chaeyoung almost starts thinking about how bad this would all look at the next board meeting. CEO Son Chaeyoung found kissing rival company's CEO. Or, something worse. But Mina continues to press her body onto Chaeyoung's, forcing Chaeyoung to straddle her. In this position, Chaeyoung finds it all too easy to rub herself on Mina.

"We're not supposed to..." Chaeyoung murmurs as she does the very things she isn't supposed to be doing. With her hips grinding against Mina's, she can feel the other girl growing more aroused by the moment.

"Yeah, I don't really care, princess," Mina mutters back. Her fingers snake up Chaeyoung's dress and immediately find her mound. A small smirk crosses her face when her fingertips grace over Chaeyoung's pussy, teasing it gently. "You've been obsessed with me since you first saw me. I bet you think about me when you're touching yourself too."

"You're so full of yourself."

"Maybe I am, but you're gonna be full of me soon."

Mina's words are so awful...that it's good. Chaeyoung cheeks blush in embarrassment and excitement. Her senses have been dialed to the max, and she can't stop herself from whimpering when Mina increases the speed of her hands. Chaeyoung's crumbling, almost moaning, as passing car lights move around them. The parking lot is dark in the evening, yet a substantial amount of risk remains.

"Mina," Chaeyoung gasps. Mina's fingers have pushed her panties aside, enabling her to sink a finger into Chaeyoung's wet cunt. The warmth of the car, the tightly enclosed space is nearly suffocating, but it allows for smells to linger-and Chaeyoung's scent is more intoxicating than ever.

Chaeyoung feels Mina's finger circling within her, and it rubs softly against her clit when she withdraws them. When Mina lifts her hand from in between Chaeyoung's legs, her index and middle fingers are soaked with Chaeyoung's arousal.

"Clean this up," Mina commands, and Chaeyoung is too eager to do so. She takes Mina's fingers, puts them in her mouth, and sucks like her life depends on it. As she does this, she finds herself staring into Mina's intense gaze once more. "Good girl," Mina murmurs, and Chaeyoung can feel her aroused too. She's sitting directly atop Mina's crotch now, and it's tempting.

With her free hand, Mina takes something out of her suit jacket's inner pocket. A condom. Chaeyoung thinks that she'll open it, but Mina hands it to her instead.

"Open it and put it on me, princess."

Chaeyoung may as well be a bitch in heat when she follows Mina's orders without objection. She opens the condom's packaging as Mina gets to work in unzipping her pants. When Mina does slip her cock out, it's veiny and even better than

Chaeyoung expects. Mina's shaft is girthy, making Chaeyoung wonder how it'll fit inside her-but she says nothing as she rolls the condom down Mina's cock.

"C'mere, princess," Mina murmurs in a slur of vowels.

Chaeyoung positions herself on top of Mina, placing her arms around the other girl's shoulders, and Mina's the one who pushes her cock past Chaeyoung's slick folds. From the moment the bulbous head of Mina's cock enters her, Chaeyoung becomes an incoherent mess of moans. Her cunt is stretched lusciously by the thick cock penetrating her open, and it's Mina's cock-her enemy and rival.

Their shared body heat fogs the windows of the car, but the lights from outside continue to stream inside-albeit blurry and faraway.

The backseat of a car is a tight space, sure, but when Chaeyoung rises her hips up and sinks herself back down onto Mina's length, her view is filled only with Mina's lovely face. They're both sticky with sweat and gasping for air, but god, it's so good. Chaeyoung rides Mina with all the strength in her thighs, her sweet cunt wrapping around Mina's hard cock and filling the car with the sound of slapping flesh. Even the car starts to rock when Mina moves her hips to meet with Chaeyoung's in sloppy thrusts. Although Mina hasn't taken off more pieces of clothing, and Chaeyoung is still fully-dressed down to her panties, they can still feel each other's heavenly warmth. Chaeyoung can dig her nails into Mina's jacket as she loses her mind to the ecstasy in the moment.

"Fuck," Chaeyoung can't stop cursing. Hugging Mina tightly, saying these dirty words right into her ear in little whimpers.

"I told you I'd fill you up, didn't I?"

Chaeyoung's thighs hurt with all the strain that she's putting them through. The ceiling of the car is low, so she had to bend her neck with every thrust, but she's addicted. She's full, she's content, and she's close. Within a few messy strokes, Chaeyoung's strength leaves her as she falls into an orgasm. Mewls leave her throat, and her body convulses as her climax overcomes her.

Unbeknownst to Chaeyoung, her walls pulse and clench around Mina's cock, drawing the older girl into her own release. Mina moans too when she expels her cum into the condom, further pleasuring Chaeyoung with the twitching of her cock.

The bliss of the moment seems to drag on forever-until it ends.

I just rode her, Chaeyoung realizes. I rode Mina Myoui.

Chaeyoung doesn't know what to say as she rests her cheek against the crook of Mina's neck and shoulder.

"But I thought we were enemies?"

Mina's arrogant voice made Chaeyoung want to flip her off, But perhaps it's better to allow the moment to simmer, so Chaeyoung keeps quiet. Outside, cars continue to pass by...