After a heartbreak, my friend introduced me to a cycling club.

I didn't expect what seemed like an ordinary cycling night to have such a hidden, unspeakable thrill.

As I watched my friend interact with a male member, my gaze faltered, and my heart raced. I couldn't help but wonder if I might try something like that too.

Because... I'd been waiting for a moment like this for far too long.

Ever since David Kirk broke up with me, I'd been stuck in a funk.

It wasn't because I was deeply in love with him, but being with him was incredibly fun. David was handsome, strong, and carried himself with a wild yet reserved charm that made him the dream guy for so many women. His physique was amazing—sharp abs, stamina that left me breathless, and, well, let's just say he was unforgettable. Every moment with him was intoxicating.

David was a master of romance, always pushing boundaries. It was with him that I first discovered the thrill of role-playing. Nurse and patient, delivery guy and customer, lactation consultant and member, convict and policewoman, duke and maid—we tried it all. Each scenario unlocked something within me, revealing an unexpected enthusiasm I hadn't realized I had. Once I experienced that rush, I couldn't stop craving it.

Before David, I had never explored this side of myself. But with him, it became an irresistible addiction. However, my growing creativity in our nightly role-playing became too much for him, and eventually, he left me.

After our breakup, I tried dating other guys, but no one could replicate the magic David brought into my life. I felt lost in my memories, and my best friend, Vivian Cunningham, decided to intervene.

"Why don't you join me cycling? I recently joined this cycling club, and it's amazing. It's like stepping into another world. Once you experience it, you'll forget all about him," she suggested, her eyes sparkling with a sly, knowing look.

But I hadn't noticed. I thought she was simply trying to help me move on, so I agreed. Soon, she added me to the cycling club's group chat.

As soon as I joined, someone suggested I share a photo as the "newbie". I wasn't comfortable exposing myself like that to strangers, so I stayed quiet. But before I could stop her, Vivian posted a picture without asking me.

[This is my girl, Mona! Isn't she gorgeous? Top student and even our school's beauty queen back in the day!]

[Wow, what a stunning beauty!]

[Vivian, why didn't you introduce her sooner? If I'd known someone this beautiful was around, I wouldn't have bothered with my girlfriend!]

[Vivian, you're the best! Always thinking of us single guys first…]

Someone even tagged me directly. [Hey, gorgeous. Free this weekend? Let's ride together!]

By the time I returned from the restroom, the chat had exploded with over a hundred new messages. Curious, I scrolled up and nearly fainted when I saw what Vivian had posted.

It wasn't just any photo—it was a shot from our swimsuit photo shoot.

In the picture, I was wearing a skimpy swimsuit, leaning seductively by the pool, my wet hair clinging to my skin. The pose was stimulating.

I immediately messaged Vivian, begging her to delete it. She ignored me, continuing to chat with the guys.

Finally, she sent me a mischievous emoji and replied, [Why so shy? There are plenty of guys here, and most of them hit the gym regularly. Surely one of them has more to offer than David.

[I'm doing this for your own good. Trust me, I've already scoped them out. You'll thank me later!]

It was too late when I realized the photo couldn't be retracted. Frustrated, I gave up trying.

Still, knowing my private photo was now ogled by a bunch of strangers left a strange itch in my heart. Vivian's teasing words echoed in my mind, and before I knew it, I'd agreed to join the group for the weekend cycling event.

Vivian wasted no time getting me a complete cycling outfit, preparing for the weekend getaway. When I unwrapped the package, however, I was baffled to find it was a schoolgirl-inspired outfit.

The real shock came when Vivian sent me a photo of her cycling gear. Her outfit appeared fully equipped for a ride but hid a cheeky secret underneath.

I messaged her a string of question marks.

Vivian responded mysteriously, [You don't get it. This is the true joy of cycling.

[Think about it—gravelly paths, bumpy mountain roads paired with... freedom underneath. I guarantee you'll have the best time of your life!]

She then explained that her outfit was custom-made. [Yours is more modest; I didn't want to overwhelm you.]

Her adventurous mindset both astonished and amused me. Yet, the way she described everything was so vivid that I couldn't help but feel a twinge of anticipation for the trip.

The next morning, Vivian arrived at my place, her car packed with two folded bicycles in the trunk.

"The ride's a bit far. You can nap on the way, and I'll wake you when we're there," she said.

Considering I'd hardly slept, replaying Vivian's words in my mind, I gladly took her advice and drifted off.

I had no idea how long I slept, but when Vivian shook me awake, I found myself in a remote area surrounded by lush greenery.

"We're here! The club's founder booked out this entire mountain. It's secluded, so we can let loose as much as we want," she said with a mischievous grin.

She unloaded the bikes and gestured toward a narrow trail. "The path gets too tight for cars from here, so we'll ride up."

Vivian eyed my schoolgirl outfit slyly before adding, "The wind's strong up here, and the road's bumpy. You're in for a special experience."

Her laughter echoed as we began our ascent.

It didn't take long for me to understand her meaning. The uneven terrain made the ride challenging, but the unique design of our cycling outfits only heightened the experience.

With every jolt of the mountain trail, the seat seemed to press and shift against me through my thin underwear. There were bumps once in a while too. Each push of the pedals brought a mix of discomfort and an unanticipated thrill.

Vivian, however, seemed perfectly at ease—if not overly enthusiastic. Her flushed face gave her away, though she clearly enjoyed herself. At one point, I even noticed a damp patch spreading on her bike seat. I knew exactly what that was.

I didn't expect the usually reserved Vivian was full of surprises. I never would've guessed this side of her if we hadn't shared so many candid conversations post-breakup.

Soon, we arrived at the club's meeting spot, a spacious clearing with two large tents and even a small mountain hot spring built on the side.

The sound of our arrival drew four men out of the tents to greet us. Vivian immediately introduced me, paying extra attention to one man she called Titus.

"Titus, this is my friend, Mona. It's her first time joining us, so make sure you take good care of her," she said, flashing him a playful smile.

Titus met her gaze with a knowing look, though I couldn't decipher their unspoken exchange. I shyly greeted everyone, feeling a bit out of place.

The men's eyes drifted between Vivian and me, but it didn't take long for someone to comment on her outfit.

"Vivian, this outfit looks even better than the last one," one of them remarked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Before long, two men had casually wrapped their arms around her body, and I even caught one giving her backside a cheeky squeeze.

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.