The Thrilling Cycling Club

Caught between two men, Vivian didn't seem the least bit uncomfortable—in fact, she seemed to enjoy it. She playfully tapped one of the men's body with a pout.

"Mona's still here. Let's wait until later for the three of us to have some fun," she teased.

I stood there, completely stunned as she joked and flirted with the two men. A strange thought crept into my mind. The "fun" she mentioned—was it what I thought it was?

Before I could dwell on it further, Titus, the man Vivian had introduced as the club's founder, stepped forward and tried to wrap an arm around my body.

He was wearing a tight black sports outfit that showed off his defined muscles, especially his toned abs. He was undeniably strong, but the way his gaze lingered on me made me feel uneasy. His eyes carried a predatory intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

Flustered, I stepped back and mumbled something about being tired from the bike ride, using it as an excuse to retreat to the tent.

Vivian shot me a knowing smile. "You'll need to pick a tent. There are only three here, and we draw lots to decide who shares with whom," she said mischievously.

What? So if I didn't end up with her, I might have to share a tent with a stranger?

My face flushed a deep red at the thought of spending the night in such close quarters with an unfamiliar man. "U-um, I don't think that's a good idea. I…"

Vivian couldn't hold back her laughter. "Relax, I'm just messing with you. You'll stay with me tonight."

Her reassurance calmed me down a little. It wasn't that I was overly conservative, but I preferred to maintain some sense of decorum, especially with people I'd just met.

It had taken us a while to arrive at the campsite, so we spent some time eating a picnic meal organized by the others. Soon, the group began discussing plans for the afternoon.

Vivian proposed a race. "We'll mark out a route through the mountains, and each man will pair with a woman on a bike. The first pair to reach the finish line wins."

Then, she turned to me with a sly grin. "The prize? The two of us will join the top two men for a soak in the hot springs tonight—clothes-free, of course."

Her bold suggestion left me utterly flustered, my heart pounding wildly. I wanted to decline, but everyone else seemed so enthusiastic that I felt pressured to go along with it.

Still, a sound in my head taunted me, saying that I was eager to go but was pretending to be hesitant.

The first man who partnered with me was on the heavier side, and the steep, winding trail proved too much for him. He quickly gave up, saying he needed a break.

That was when Titus stepped in to replace him as my partner. His strength and athleticism made him the clear favorite to win.

At the start of the second round, Titus effortlessly lifted me onto the bike's custom front bar, securing me in place before pedaling off at full speed. His solid muscle pressed against my back, and I couldn't help but notice how muscular he was. Internally, I found myself counting his abs—there were eight.

Strangely, he seemed to go out of his way to hit every bump in the road. Each jolt sent me bouncing up and down, and soon, an unfamiliar sensation began to spread through my body.

To make matters worse, I could feel a certain firmness pressing against my back. Embarrassed, I kept my head down and said nothing, hoping he wouldn't notice my reaction.

Thanks to his impressive stamina, we easily finished the race first.

While waiting for Vivian and the others, Titus and I made small talk, though my discomfort made it hard to focus. The sticky sensation between my legs was becoming unbearable, but I was too embarrassed to mention it.

Finally, I muttered an excuse about needing to use the restroom and hurried off into the woods.

"They should be here soon. I'll come back once I'm done."

I followed along the route we had just taken. Finding a secluded spot, I quickly pulled some tissues from my pocket to clean myself up.

Just as I was about to return to the group, a movement caught my eye. Peeking through the trees, I spotted a bike in motion.

It was Vivian and her second-round partner, but something seemed off. They weren't on the designated route and didn't appear to be racing at all.

What was more, they were riding at an unhurried pace, with Vivian straddling the man face-to-face. Her legs clung tightly around his back as soft, suggestive sounds escaped her mouth.