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The next morning, the black limousine pulled up to the grand entrance of the Museo dell'Erotismo in Italy. It was an imposing structure, nestled between centuries-old buildings, exuding a certain elegance with its polished marble columns and grand arches. As they stepped out, Jungkook and Jangfei were met with an awe-inspiring sight: the museum loomed tall, its façade covered with intricate carvings that hinted at the history of human sensuality.

Jangfei's thoughts whirlwind as she remembers that she has a demon's number in her phone who she took with so much struggle she gulped and clutches the phone with uncertainty yet sends a chaotic message.

<Mr. Jeon, I'm losing my mind because of my great boss. Why is he always ready to kill anyone?

Am I disturbing you? I just need you to listen to my rants, pleaseeeuu.>

Amusing how comfortable she is with this demon begging for attention like a little pup of a master as this demon just not killed 20 man with his hands after Jangfei left the mansion taking his number.

That demon is dangerous yet this choco know how to melt the iceberg.

Inside, the atmosphere was entirely different—intimate and heavy with the weight of history and art. The floors were lined with sleek, dark marble that reflected the warm golden light illuminating the displays. Every inch of the museum was curated with precision, leading guests through a journey of sexual art that had transcended time and cultures.

Jangfei's eyes widened as they entered the first gallery. The sculptures in this hall were bold and unapologetically erotic, each one carved with a level of detail that left nothing to the imagination. The room was filled with an air of sensual reverence, as if acknowledging that sex itself had been an art form long before it was a taboo.

They moved from sculpture to sculpture, their eyes lingering over the meticulous craftsmanship that had gone into each one.

The first piece, "The Kiss of Venus," was a delicate yet explicit portrayal of the Roman goddess embracing a mortal, her body draped in thin robes that barely concealed the intimacy of their entanglement.

Next was "Leda and the Swan," a provocative reinterpretation of the ancient myth, showing Leda in a vulnerable yet sensual position, her hands grasping the swan as her body arched in surrender.

A few steps ahead stood "The Ecstasy of Eve,"a marble sculpture of the biblical Eve, depicted in a moment of forbidden pleasure as she bit into the apple, her body twisting in temptation, her features sculpted with both innocence and sin.

In another corner was "Eros Bound," a towering statue of the Greek god of love, his hands tied above his head as a female figure caressed his chest. The piece was daring, showing both submission and power in its rawest form.

"The Serpent's Embrace" caught Jangfei's attention next—a sensual portrayal of a woman entwined with a snake, the serpent's coils wrapping around her body in a way that suggested both danger and seduction.

Across the room, they came upon "The Lovers of Pompeii," a striking depiction of two figures locked in a passionate embrace. The sculpture was inspired by bodies found preserved in volcanic ash, their final moment frozen in time, highlighting the raw, primal connection between man and woman.

Finally, there was "Pan and the Nymph,"a lustful creation that depicted the half-goat god Pan chasing a nymph through the forest. The nymph, though in flight, was portrayed with a teasing smile, her body inviting the chase in a provocative dance of desire.

Jangfei's breath caught in her throat as they moved through the hall, overwhelmed by the intensity of the art around them. The pieces were all so raw, so unabashed in their portrayal of human desire. Each sculpture seemed to hum with a life of its own, speaking of a world where sensuality was not something to be hidden, but celebrated.

Jangfei marveled at the audacity of the art, how each piece bared the raw vulnerability of human desire. But as she glanced to her side, she spotted something that made her suppress a laugh—Jungkook stood frozen in front of "L'Abbraccio degli Amanti," his eyes wide and his cheeks tinged with a flush of embarrassment.

He was clearly out of his element here. Dressed in his sharp, tailored suit, he looked so out of place amidst the sensual art that Jangfei couldn't help but snicker. She quietly pulled out her phone, careful not to make any noise, and snapped a quick picture of Jungkook's flustered expression, the stark contrast between his composed exterior and his inner discomfort caught perfectly in the frame.

Without missing a beat, she typed a quick message and sent it to Jeonggukk, the teasing grin on her lips growing wider with each second.

<Mr. Jeon, your twin is blushing! Can you see him? He's literally blushing! This is a rare sight—rarer than Hailey's comment, don't you think?

Reply me, did you abandon me? Don't say you did... I'll be doomed without you now, I swear.>

J

angfei stood rooted in place, her breath caught in her throat shocked as Jungkook's hand tightened around her waist. She could feel the heat from his body seep into hers, and for a moment, the grand hall of the museum seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in the spotlight. The dim evening light filtered through the ornate windows, casting shadows across the elegantly dressed crowd, but nothing was more captivating to her than the man standing beside her and the man she texted seconds ago in her phone.

The party had transformed into something different as the evening progressed. Distinguished guests from across the globe mingled, their conversations a symphony of different languages blending together. There were Italians, French, Americans, Koreans and even Indians—a melting pot of cultures, all gathered under the gilded roof of this prestigious museum. But amidst all the noise and chatter, Jangfei's focus remained locked on Jungkook and the sudden shift in their dynamic.

As the Chinese investors approached, led by Mr. Zu, Jungkook's demeanor shifted effortlessly. His usual cool, devilish charm enveloped him, but there was something different this time—something that made Jangfei's pulse quicken.

Without warning, Jungkook slid his hand around her waist, pulling her closer until there was barely any space between them. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmured in a low, smooth voice, "Play along."

Her heart skipped a beat, her body stiffening at the sudden closeness. She tried to maintain her composure, but the warmth of his touch and the possessiveness in his tone made it nearly impossible to think clearly.

Mr. Zu, a distinguished man with sharp eyes and a shrewd smile, raised his glass in acknowledgment as he greeted them. "What a pleasure to finally meet the infamous Asian king himself," Mr. Zu said, his voice rich with respect and admiration.

Jungkook, ever the master of charm, responded with a confident smile. "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Zu," he replied smoothly, his voice carrying the weight of authority and charisma that had earned him such a title.

Mr. Zu's gaze flickered to Jangfei, his brow lifting slightly in curiosity. "Oh, and I see you have a beautiful lady by your side. My apologies for asking, but who is she?"

Jangfei's pulse raced as the question hung in the air. She wasn't prepared for the answer that followed.

"My wife, Mr. Zu," Jungkook said without hesitation, his voice steady and sure.

Jangfei's breath hitched, and for a moment, the world seemed to tilt. Wife? Her mind spun, trying to process the word, even though she had heard it before in their pretend roles. Yet, every time he said it, it felt more real. She could barely focus as Mr. Zu nodded respectfully, but her mind buzzed with the weight of Jungkook's casual declaration.

"I'm looking forward to working with you, Mr. Jeon," Mr. Zu said, his tone sincere. "From everything I've heard, you're a man of strong commitment. In fact, the affection you show your wife has been noticed by my people. I apologize if it seems intrusive, but we had to keep an eye on things before finalizing any deals."

Jungkook's signature smirk curled at the corner of his lips as he held Mr. Zu's gaze. "You don't need to apologize, Mr. Zu. I'm incredibly attracted to my wife. It's impossible to look at anyone else when she's around," he whispered, his voice rich with the kind of teasing flirtation that made Jangfei's cheeks flush a deep crimson.

Her face burned with embarrassment, her heart pounding as she stood there, beet red and utterly at a loss for words. His words wrapped around her like a soft caress, laced with both the playfulness of their game and something deeper—something that made her chest tighten.

Mr. Zu chuckled lightly, nodding in approval. "Well then, it's clear I've chosen the right man to work with. I'll leave you both to enjoy the evening." He raised his glass one last time before turning to join the other guests.

As Mr. Zu left, an undeniable tension lingered between Jangfei and Jungkook. The museum's lavish surroundings faded into the background as they stood there, inches apart, their eyes locked in an intense stare. Her pulse raced as she found herself unable to break the connection between them, the air around them charged with something unspoken.

As the evening progressed, the atmosphere in the grand museum shifted. More officials and business tycoons from across the world began approaching Jungkook and Jangfei, each one eager to secure a partnership with the powerful Jeon Corporation. Among them was a striking couple from Italy—the chairman of one of the largest corporations in Europe, Mr. Giovanni Russo, and his wife, Mrs. Isabella Russo, who also happened to be the CEO of the company.

Mr. Russo, an older man with salt-and-pepper hair and an air of sophistication, approached them with a warm smile, his wife Isabella beside him—tall, elegant, and commanding. They exchanged pleasantries, and soon the conversation naturally shifted into Italian.

Russo said, "È un piacere incontrarvi finalmente di persona, signor Jeon. Abbiamo sentito molto parlare del vostro successo in Asia." 
("It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Mr. Jeon. We’ve heard a lot about your success in Asia.")

Jungkook replied, "Il piacere è tutto mio, signor Russo. La vostra azienda è un esempio di grande innovazione." 
("The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Russo. Your company is a great example of innovation.")

Isabella said, "Ah, e chi è questa bella signora al tuo fianco?" she asked with a curious yet kind smile, turning her attention to Jangfei. 
("Ah, and who is this beautiful lady by your side?")

Jungkook, as effortlessly smooth as ever, replied, "La mia splendida moglie, Jangfei." 
("My beautiful wife, Jangfei.")

Jangfei blushed once more but quickly regained her composure. She greeted the couple with a perfect Italian accent, surprising Jungkook.

Jangfei said, "È un onore incontrarvi entrambi. Il vostro lavoro è ammirato da molti in tutto il mondo." 
("It’s an honor to meet you both. Your work is admired by many around the world.")

The Italian couple exchanged impressed glances, and the conversation continued to flow easily between them, discussing potential business ventures and international partnerships. They discussed upcoming joint projects in Asia and Europe, the prospect of launching a new sustainable fashion line, and the intricacies of handling the global market.

Isabella said, "Stiamo cercando di espandere la nostra presenza in Asia, e una collaborazione con Jeon Corporation potrebbe essere proprio quello di cui abbiamo bisogno." 
("We’re looking to expand our presence in Asia, and a partnership with Jeon Corporation could be just what we need.")

Jangfei said, "Sarebbe un'ottima opportunità per entrambe le aziende. La nostra esperienza in quel mercato potrebbe integrare perfettamente le vostre iniziative." 
("It would be a great opportunity for both companies. Our expertise in that market could perfectly complement your initiatives.")

Jungkook watched, clearly impressed but also processing the fact that Jangfei spoke such fluent Italian. His usual composed demeanor faltered just slightly, and his jaw clenched as she casually mentioned her fluency.

Soon, a group of reporters, curious about the interaction, approached them, firing off questions in rapid Italian.

One of the reporters asked, "Signorina, come mai parla così bene l'italiano? Qual è il segreto della vostra padronanza della lingua?" 
("Miss, how is it that you speak Italian so well? What’s the secret to your fluency?")

Jangfei smirked and turned to Jungkook with a teasing glint in her eyes before responding smoothly, “Beh, il signor Jeon Jeonggukk è stato il mio insegnante, quindi dovevo essere brava.” 
("Well, Mr. Jeon Jeonggukk was my teacher, so I had to be good.")

Jungkook’s jaw tightened further as a flicker of jealousy passed through him. The thought of Jeonggukk teaching her something as intimate as a language struck a nerve, though he tried to keep his composure.

As the conversation with the reporters wound down, Russo and Isabella raised their glasses in a final toast.

Russo said, "Sono sicuro che questa sarà l'inizio di una collaborazione fruttuosa e lunga." 
("I’m sure this will be the start of a long and fruitful partnership.")

Jungkook replied, "Sì, lo sarà." 
("Yes, it will be.")

With the business talks concluded, Jangfei couldn't help but glance at Jungkook, who still seemed tense. His grip on her waist tightened the tingels that formed was unfortunately. His expression was a mixture of amusement, jealousy, and admiration for her ability to keep up so effortlessly.

His grip was enough to make her yelp but his hand unknowingly traced patterns over the curve of her waist as the duo of husband and wife left them he made her face him with a force that made her chest pressed into hers.

"Mr. Jeon—" she started, her voice soft but laced with hesitation.

"Jungkook. Don't forget 'wifey.' I can't afford to lose this deal," he interrupted, his tone playful yet firm.

"Okay, Jungkook, but is it too much?" she asked, biting her lip nervously, feeling a mix of exhilaration and apprehension.

"No, you haven't seen too much yet," he replied with a sly smile, leaning in closer. Jangfei shuddered at the seductive undertone in his voice

The dynamic between them was undeniable. He was cold and demanding, the epitome of confidence and control, while she felt fragile and soft beside him, unsure of how to navigate this new role. Despite the façade of a fake husband and wife, there was something thrilling about the way they interacted, the layers of tension revealing themselves with each passing moment. She found him scary at times, yet there was an allure to his intensity that captivated her, pulling her deeper into his world.