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As Jen departed for Gia's room, Jungkook spoke, his voice tinged with surprise, "Jen accepted fast. I thought she'd say no." Ren chuckled, the sound echoing through the hallway, "Well! Now let's all sleep too! Goodnight, everyone."

Jimin's expression turned sulky. "It's unfair, Ren. You're now going to sleep with Yuna. I'm here, left without my girl." Ren turned back to face Jimin, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You're scared to sleep alone in an empty room now, Jimin?" Jimin's face contorted in denial. "What? Why would I?" Ren's expression turned stern. "Then sleep! Have a good sleep." With that, Ren disappeared into his and Yuna's shared bedroom, the door closing softly behind him.

Jimin stomped his foot, his eyes flashing with frustration, before storming off into an empty room. He flung himself onto the soft, plush mattress, the luxurious bedding enveloping him in comfort. The room, with its elegant furnishings and muted color scheme, seemed to whisper sweet dreams, but Jimin's mind was still racing with discontent.

Meanwhile, Ina and Jungkook lingered outside Taehyung's room, the soft glow of the hallway lights casting long shadows behind them. Jungkook spoke, his voice low and gentle, "So, should we go to our room too?" Ina looked up at Jungkook, her eyes locking onto his, and nodded awkwardly.

As they made their way to their shared bedroom, the soft rustle of their clothing and the creak of the floorboards beneath their feet seemed to echo through the stillness of the night. Jungkook pushed open the door, and they slipped inside, the door closing softly behind them. Jungkook locked the door, the soft click of the lock seeming to seal them in a private world.

Ina settled onto the edge of the plush, velvet bed, her eyes fixed on Jungkook as he approached her. Jungkook's voice was low, considerate. "You're okay with sharing the bed with me? Or should I go and sleep on the couch?" Ina's fingers fluttered nervously as she hesitated for a moment before responding, her voice barely above a whisper. "You can sleep on the bed!"

Jungkook and Ina settled into their plush, velvet bed, their backs facing each other as they snuggled into their separate, luxurious blankets. Jungkook's mind began to wander, his thoughts consumed , "Should I propose to her tomorrow?" he pondered, his heart racing with excitement.

On the other side of the bed, Ina's thoughts mirrored Jungkook's, her mind filled with the same nervous anticipation. "Should I confess my feelings for him?" she wondered, her cheeks flushing with emotion. As they lay there, both Jungkook and Ina couldn't help but think, "It's hard to be in the same room and share a bed with your crush without confessing your feelings." A determined glint sparked in their eyes as they thought, "Yup! I should confess soon."

As they drifted off to sleep, their dreamlands beckoned, filled with promises of tomorrow's possibilities. On the other side of the mansion, in Ren and Yuna's shared bedroom, Ren entered the room, closing the door softly behind him. Yuna, seated on the bed, scrolling through her phone, looked up as Ren's presence caught her attention.

Ren's gaze locked onto Yuna's, his eyes gleaming with a cold intensity. He strode towards the bed, and settled onto the mattress. Yuna's voice was laced with venom. "You better go and sleep in another room."

Ren's smile was a thin, cruel line. "And why would I? You go sleep in another room." they glared coldly at each other.

Yuna's face twisted in a scowl. "Stupids like you won't listen. I better go." With that, she began gathering her belongings, her movements swift and angry.

Ren leaned back on the bed, his eyes never leaving Yuna's face. "Good idea, Miss Yuna. Get lost."

Yuna's glare was a dagger's thrust, but Ren merely smirked.

With one final, scathing glance, Yuna swept out of the room, leaving Ren to his solitary domain. He settled back onto the bed, a self-satisfied smile spreading across his face. With a languid movement, he discarded his shirt, the fabric pooling on the floor like a shadow. He slipped into a pair of shorts, the soft fabric clinging to his physique. As he slid beneath the blankets, the cool air from the air conditioner enveloped him, and he drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Meanwhile, Yuna pushed open Mark's door and slipped inside, her belongings clutched tightly in her grasp. Mark, standing near the long windows, turned to face her, his eyes narrowing in inquiry. "What happened?"

Yuna's voice was a low, husky purr as she settled her belongings into the room. "I don't want to share a room with Ren. So, I came here."

Mark's gaze roamed over Yuna's face, his eyes gleaming with a knowing light. "Well, come here." Yuna's smile was a sultry invitation as she glided towards Mark. His voice dropped to a low, husky whisper. "I'm horny, Yuna. Can you please-"

Before Mark could finish his sentence, Yuna's laughter cut through the air, a throaty, seductive sound. "You're being shameless, and still, you say please!" Mark's smile was a wicked, devilish grin. "Me, shameless? Then what are you? You're shameless too, Yuna darling."

His voice dropped to a low, commanding growl. "Now, stop wasting time and get on your fours."

Yuna's smirk was a sly, provocative smile. "As you say!"

She positioned herself on all fours, but before Mark could approach her, the door swung open, its hinges creaking softly. Mark hastily zipped up his pants, his movements swift and urgent. Yuna, meanwhile, swiftly altered her posture, pretending to search for something on the floor. As they both turned to face the door, they saw Jimin standing in the entrance, his eyes scanning the room.

Jimin's voice was apologetic. "Mark, could you-hey Yuna! You're here?" Yuna's response was swift, her tone light and airy. "Yup! I don't want to share a room with Ren, so I came to sleep with my B.R.O.T.H.E.R." Her gaze locked onto Mark's, a sly glint dancing in her eyes. Mark's smirk was a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken tension between them.

Mark's voice was smooth, his tone even. "Why are you here, Jimin?" Jimin's expression turned sheepish. "Sorry for opening the door, but I did knock. Maybe you didn't hear. So I opened it since it's only Mark living in this room." Mark's frustration was palpable, but his tone remained neutral. "Well, come to the point, Jimin. Why are you here? Do you need anything?"

Jimin's response was hesitant. "Oh, yes! The water isn't coming in the room I'm in now." Mark's nod was understanding. "Well, maybe the water tank is empty. I'll send a worker to check. He'll soon fix your problem." Jimin's gratitude was evident as he bowed and bid Mark goodnight before departing.

As soon as Jimin left, Mark swiftly dialed a number and informed a worker about the issue. He tossed the phone onto the bed and approached Yuna, who was standing near the wall, her eyes fixed on him. Mark's voice dropped to a low, husky whisper as he spoke into her ear. "Strip!"

Yuna's response was unexpected. She pushed Mark aside and strode towards the door. Mark's confusion was evident. "Where are you going?" Yuna's smirk was a sly, teasing smile. "To the kitchen to drink water." Mark's laughter was low and seductive. "If you're that thirsty, drink my cum, darling. Come here."

Yuna's voice was a sultry purr. "Oh, yeah! True! Well, then..." With a deliberate slowness, Yuna locked the door, the soft click of the lock echoing through the room. She turned to face Mark, her eyes gleaming with a sensual light. With a slow, deliberate stride, Yuna began to walk towards Mark, who stood waiting, his eyes burning with impatient desire.

As Yuna approached Mark, the air was charged with anticipation. The luxurious bedroom, with its plush carpet and lavish furnishings, seemed to fade into the background as they focused on each other. Mark's eyes burned with desire as he pushed Yuna onto the bed, his movements swift and urgent. He hovered above her, her chest heaving with excitement.

Mark's gaze locked onto Yuna's body, his voice low and husky. "You look hot today!" Yuna's response was a sultry smile. "I do every day."

Mark's patience was wearing thin, his desire for Yuna overwhelming. He ripped his shirt apart, the fabric tearing with a soft rip. He tossed the ruined shirt onto the floor, his chest gleaming in the soft light.

Mark's lips descended onto Yuna's, his kiss passionate and demanding. Yuna's lips parted, allowing Mark's tongue to slip inside. Her hands wrapped around his neck, her fingers tracing the veins that pulsed beneath his skin.

Mark's hands slipped beneath her shirt, his fingers caressing her hips. Yuna's moan was a soft, breathy sound, her body responding to Mark's touch.

As they kissed, Mark's hands slid upwards, his fingers brushing against the clasp of her bra. He unhooked it with a deft movement, his hands then ripping the bra from inside her shirt.

He pulled the bra out and tossed it onto the floor, where it landed with a soft whisper. Yuna's moan was louder now, her nipples hardened as Mark's lips continued to devour hers.

Mark's fingers danced across Yuna's skin as he slid her shirt upwards. She positioning herself to facilitate the removal of her shirt. their kiss all-consuming, as Mark discarded her shirt. Yuna's moan was a soft, melodious sound.

Mark's lips trailed down Yuna's neck, his kisses soft and gentle. He took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking it with a tender ferocity. Yuna's moan was a loud, throaty sound, her body arching upwards in response to Mark's touch.

The soundproof room ensured that their passionate moans remained confined within its walls.

Mark's hands roamed across Yuna's body, his fingers tracing the curves of her body.

He ripped her pants apart, the fabric tearing with a soft rip.Revealing her wet pussy.

Mark then slipped out of his own pants, their bodies now fully naked and exposed to each other.

Yuna yearned for Mark's presence. But Mark stood up and walked towards the drawer, pulling out a long, sex toy. He returned to Yuna, who was panting, her body temperature rising with desires.

Yuna gazed at the sex toy in Mark's hands, her voice trembling. "It's so long. I don't think I can..." Mark's evil laughter sent shivers down her spine. "You'll manage if you want what's mine," he smirked.

Yuna begged, her voice desperate. "Please, not that! I want yours instead. Please."

Mark's grip on her hair tightened as he whispered, "Beg more, honey." Yuna's eyes locked onto Mark's dick, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, I beg you."

Mark's smirk hinted at his amusement. "It's not enough." Yuna's body language betrayed her desperation, her cravings intensifying by the second.

Her gaze locked onto Mark's dick, her eyes pleading. She begged again, her voice trembling. "Please! I beg you! Please! I can't hold it anymore."

Mark smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You're that desperate, hun?" He paused, his voice low and husky. "Okay, well! You'll get what you want now, since I too can't hold any more." The air was thick with sexual tension.

Yuna's voice was a breathy whisper. "Yes!! Yup, come to me." Mark's movements were sudden, his actions unfolding without warning. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping, the noise echoing off the walls.

The air was heavy with heat, the smell of cum wafting through the atmosphere.

After what seemed like an eternity, three hours passed, and Mark collapsed beside Yuna on the plush, king-sized bed. Mark and Yuna panted heavily, the air thick with the scent of their Cum.

Yuna reached out, her slender fingers adjusting the air conditioner to a cooler setting. The soft hum of the unit provided a soothing background noise as they both gasped for air.

Their chests heaved. Despite their exhaustion, they both wore satisfied smiles, their desires fulfilled. Mark's voice was laced with Smirk. "You're good, Honey!" Yuna responded, "Of course, I am! After all, I'm your sister, and we share the same blood, so of course, we're both equally hot and equally good."

Mark's expression turned serious, "Don't you think we're doing wrong? We're siblings! Didn't you ever feel guilty?"

Yuna's response was nonchalant as she snuggled naked closer to Mark, her arms wrapping around him in a hug, No!!Why would I? How about you? Do you feel guilty?"

Mark's hug was tight, his arms squeezing Yuna , "No! I never feel guilty for having you in my bed." Yuna's smirk, "Of course!"

Meanwhile in Gia's opulent bedroom, adorned with lavish furnishings and soft, golden lighting, Jen lay peacefully asleep in the plush, king-sized bed. Gia sat beside Jen, watching over her.

As time passed, Jen's body began to glow with a soft, ethereal light. Gia's eyes widened in alarm as she quickly reached out to place a gentle hand on Jen's forehead. Jen's body was drenched in sweat, her glowing intensifying.

Gia's face contorted in panic as she realized her powers were insufficient to calm Jen. The air in the room grew thick with tension as Gia closed her eyes, focusing all her energy to summon Ren. The sound of rustling air heralded Ren's arrival, and he materialized beside Gia, his eyes locking onto Jen's distressed form.

Ren swiftly moved to Jen's side, placing his hand alongside Gia's on Jen's forehead. Together, they channeled their combined energies to soothe Jen's raging power. The room seemed to vibrate with their collective efforts, the air charged with an otherworldly force.

As they struggled to calm Jen, both Gia and Ren's powers began to wane, their faces etched with strain. Gia's eyes drooped, her skin pale and clammy. "Ren, I think I'll pass out soon," she whispered, her voice trembling. "The pain is unbearable."

Ren's expression turned worried as he gazed at Gia's fragile form. "Move away, Gia. I can handle this. Please, you're turning pale. Go now."

Gia's voice was laced with determination. "Nah, I can't let you take all the pain."

Ren's voice was stern, his eyes locked intensely on Gia. "Move away, Gia! You're turning pale." Gia's determination began to wane as she realized her energy was insufficient to calm Jen.

In Taehyung's room, he tossed and turned on his bed, unable to shake off the remnants of a disturbing nightmare. The moon cast an eerie glow through the window, illuminating the turmoil etched on his face.

As she fell to the floor, Jen's face contorted in distress once more. Her body trembled, and sweat dripped from her brow.

Ren closed his eyes, his hands pressing firmly on Jen's forehead. A surge of unbearable pain coursed from Jen into Ren, his face pale and slick with sweat.

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the light surrounding Jen dimmed, and her expression returned to normal.

Ren breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders sagging as he sat on the floor beside Gia. His eyes drifted to Gia's unconscious form, her chest rising and falling with each gentle breath.

Ren gently caressed Gia's hair, his voice soft and soothing. "You did great, Gia. Rest now." With tender care, Ren lifted Gia and placed her on the bed beside Jen.

He covered both women with a blanket.

Ren's face was still pale, his eyes sunken from exhaustion. He smiled weakly as he gazed at Gia and Jen, then turned to leave. The soft click of the door echoed through the room as Ren stepped out.

Ren made his way to his own room, his legs heavy with fatigue. He fell onto his bed, the softness enveloping him like a cloud. His eyes drifted shut, and he succumbed to a deep sleep, his chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath.

In Taehyung's room, he too had finally found peace, his nightmares forgotten as he slumbered soundly.

Taehyung, Jen, Gia, and Ren all slept peacefully.

In Mark's lavish bedroom, adorned with rich, velvety furnishings and floor-to-ceiling windows, the two slept peacefully, surrounded by the soft, golden glow of morning sunlight. As the sun's rays danced across their faces, Mark stirred, waking up first.

He turned to his side, a smirk spreading across his face as he gazed at Yuna, who was hugging him naked.

Mark removed Yuna's hands from his body and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

He stood up, stretched and walked into the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the air as Mark indulged in a long, relaxing bath.

After completing his bath, Mark emerged from the bathroom, draping a towel around his waist.

Yuna snuggled deeper into the bed, opening her eyes to gaze at Mark. A radiant smile spread across her face as she took in the sight of Mark's chiseled physique. "A perfect view to start my morning!" she exclaimed.

Mark smirked, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Of course!" He strolled over to the walk-in closet, selecting a sleek shirt and pants.

He looked like a model preparing for a photoshoot. Yuna watched him getting ready, her eyes shining with admiration.

As Mark finished dressing, Yuna threw off the covers and padded into the bathroom to shower. The sound of running water and Yuna's soft humming filled the air.