Catching Viktor's knowing and teasing glance, a sudden flash of memory swept over Sofiareminding her of the past intimate moments she once shared with Viktor herself. Even though she was now with Dmitri, being caught in the crosshairs of Victor's all-knowing gaze made Sofia's pale face flare a deep, burning crimson. Overcome with sudden shyness and awkwardness, she quickly dropped her gaze, casting a nervous side-long glance at Victor as she instinctively cupped her flushed cheeks with both hands.
Seeing Sofia completely flustered and blushing bright red, Victor's crooked grin widened into an amused smirk. He chuckled softly and teased her right back:
"Well, look at that! Sofia's turning as red as a tomato just from looking at me! Or did something from the old days suddenly cross your mind, huh?"
Hearing Victor say that made Sofia shrink back even further in embarrassment. Right at that moment, Dmitri took a slow step forward, closing the distance between them. His cool, piercing gaze shifted toward Victor for a fleeting second before his firm, warm hand wrapped securely around Sofia's waist, pulling her slightly closer.
Lowering his face right down to Sofia's ear, Dmitri spoke in a low, deep, and commanding rumble:
"You don't need to waste your attention looking anywhere else, Sofia. Right now, every bit of your focus belongs exclusively to me." Dmitri's deep, commanding voice combined with the warm, firm pressure of his hand sent a jolt straight through Sofia's heart. Caught between the lingering echoes of her past connection with Victor and the intense, absolute possession in Dmitri's current touch, she felt completely overwhelmed.
Lowering her head in a rush of fresh shyness, her cheeks burned a deeper crimson than before. As Dmitri's arm tightened gently around her waist, pulling her even closer against his frame, a shiver of pure bashful heat ran down her spine. Unable to meet anyone's eyes anymore, she buried her burning face straight into the broad, solid warmth of Dmitri's chest.
Standing nearby, Victor and Alia watched the adorable scene with amused, knowing smiles. Victor murmured something teasing to Alia with a crooked grin, earning a playful, light swat on the arm accompanied by a soft giggle from her. Seeing Sofia's deeply flushed, bashful face, Alia broke into a warm, knowing smile. Tipping a wink toward Victor, she gently took Sofia by the hand and announced:
"Alright, Sofia, let's head out of here for a bit. We shouldn't hang around while these two brothers start their private guy-talk come on!"
With that, Alia gently led Sofia away from the marble spa zone toward the main living area. As they walked past, Victor flashed a teasing, crooked grin and called out, "Don't take too long, darling!" earning a playful eye-roll and a soft, dismissive wave from Alia as she pulled her sister along. The moment the two sisters slipped out of the room, the heavy door of the spa zone clicked shut behind them, leaving the space instantly quieter and more charged.
Victor pulled a premium cigarette pack from his pocket, slipped one between his lips, and clicked his lighter to spark a flame. Taking a long drag, he exhaled a soft plume of smoke into the air and cast a crooked, knowing smirk toward Dmitri. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he leaned against the marble counter and dropped a blunt, teasing question:
"Alright, little brother, we've had our fun showing off our romance. But let's get down to the real stuff l just how many inches are you packing, huh? From the way Sofia was acting inside, I bet she had plenty to say!"Dmitri didn't look flustered in the slightest. With a completely unbothered, cool demeanor, he pulled out his own cigarette and placed it between his lips. Leaning over to catch the flame from Victor's lighter, he lit his cigarette and took a slow, deep drag. Exhaling a thin stream of smoke into the air, he fixed a sharp, unfazed gaze on Victor and replied with a slight, mocking smirk:
"Which one are you talking about?"Victor flicked the ash off his cigarette with a casual tap. He then pointed a finger down toward his belt and lower pocket area, flashing a clever, teasing grin. His eyes carried an older-brotherly, provocative glint. As he exhaled another puff of smoke, he chuckled and pressed further:
"Oh, come on, you idiot! Which one do you think I mean? Are you playing dumb or what? I'm talking about the size down there, bro! Right before Sofia walked out, she was dropping hints about all sorts of things... so spill it, how many inches are you working with, so we can compare notes?" Exhaling a cloud of smoke right toward Victor, Dmitri flashed a faint, confident smirk. Without blinking, he replied in a cool, deep, and utterly unbothered tone:
"You talking about the length? I'm 6 feet 5 inches."
Hearing that, Victor narrowed his eyes, holding the cigarette between his lips as he let out a sharp chuckle and retorted:
"Damn you! I didn't ask for your height, idiot I meant down there!"Hearing Victor's clarification, Dmitri let out a faint, low chuckle. Holding his cigarette between his fingers, he took a step closer to Victor, a glint of confident mischief in his cool eyes. With an entirely unfazed and collected tone, he replied:
"Oh... you meant that down there? Well, I haven't exactly taken a measuring tape to it, bro. But you can just ask Sofia she'll tell you firsthand exactly why she was blushing so hard and saying everything feels 'the exact same'!"Taking a deep drag from his cigarette, Victor blew the smoke out of the side of his mouth. Unimpressed by Dmitri's evasive and teasing answer, he narrowed his eyes with a crooked grin and shook his head. Pointing his cigarette-holding hand directly at Victor, he pressed on with a playful, demanding edge:
"Oh, save the mystery and stop playing games with me! Cut the crap and just give me the actual number! For a massive 6-foot-5 frame like yours, how many inches are we talking about down there? Stop dodging and tell me the real size!"Exhaling a cloud of smoke right toward Victor, Dmitri flashed a clever and enigmatic smirk. A glint of playful mischief danced in his cool eyes. Taking a long drag from his cigarette, he replied in a deep, collected tone:
"Cut the nonsense, will you? And why on earth would I spill my numbers to you? Worry about your own business why are you so obsessExhaling a cloud of smoke, Victor widened his eyes in mock irritation. Taking the cigarette down from his lips and putting one hand on his hip, he stared straight into Dmitri's eyes with a mix of a threat and stubborn insistence:
"Why are you getting all defensive, bro?! There's no point hiding it behind riddles you've gotta spill the truth today. Cut the crap and tell me the exact, honest number right now!"
Seeing Victor's relentless, stubborn persistence, Dmitri couldn't hold back his amusement any longer. A crooked, triumphant smirk played at the corners of his lips. Taking one final drag from his cigarette, he crushed it out beneath his shoe on the floor. Then, stepping a little closer to Victor, he leaned down and whispered the real number right into his ear in a low, clear, and deadpan tone:
"You absolute lunatic! You really wanna know? Fine, listen up... if you want the honest-to-goodness truth, it's a solid eight inches. Happy now? Stop nagging!" ed with auditing someone else's inventory?"The moment those eight inches dropped from Dmitri's lips, the annoyed look on Victor's face vanished instantly. Tossing his head back, he burst into a booming, uncontrollable fit of laughter that echoed through the quiet marble spa zone.
Wiping a tear of mirth from the corner of his eye, Victor finally caught his breath. Puffing out his chest with a wildly arrogant and teasing smirk, he gave Dmitri's shoulder a playful shove and whispered:
"You're acting all high and mighty over a mere eight inches? Oh, come on, bro! Your little eight inches sounds like an amateur toy compared to mine! If I ever tell you my actual size, I guarantee you'll roll your eyes back and collapse right onto this marble floor out of sheer shock!"Hearing Victor's claim, Dmitri narrowed his eyes, raising a single eyebrow for a split second before letting out a dry, unimpressed smirk.
"I wasn't asking about your height, I meant down there."
A flash of absolute triumph and mischief danced in Victor's eyes as he straightened his tall, athletic frame to his full height. Tossing his head back with absolute confidence, he shot back with a deadpan, cocky grin:
"Oh, come on, idiot! My height is 6 feet 8 inches, sure! But as for what's down there? Let's just say it's a solid 9.5 inches! See? Next to a number like that, your little eight inches looks like child's play!"
Hearing the claim of nine and a half inches, Dmitri let out a low, amused huff, shaking his head. Caught somewhere between disbelief and mockery, he fixed a cool gaze on Victor and retorted:
"You sure talk a big game, don't you? But if Sofia ever hears you bragging about numbers like that, she'll march right back in here and pop your little balloon of lies herself!"