Van Hatta

That night, Van and were spending some time alone in their bedroom. After a busy day, Van could finally relax with the person he loved pampering the most. He sat beside on the bed, one arm wrapped around their waist as he smiled softly.

"Dek, sini, dong. Dari tadi Mas pengin dicium, masa Adik nggak kasihan sama Mas?" (Hey, come here. I’ve been wanting a kiss for a while now—don’t you feel a little sorry for me?)

Van put on a pleading expression, deliberately whining to get some attention. When they began kissing, he smiled between kisses, occasionally brushing his thumb against ’s cheek. Their kisses grew longer, interspersed with warm embraces and affectionate whispers from Van.

"Adik tahu nggak? Mas tuh kalau udah dekat sama Adik, rasanya susah banget mau jauh-jauh." (Adik tahu nggak? Mas tuh kalau udah dekat sama Adik, rasanya susah banget mau jauh-jauh.)

He kissed again before resting his forehead against theirs. That night, Van seemed relaxed and affectionate. He teased several times with his mischievous smile, but he remained attentive to their comfort.

Their closeness gradually became more intimate. As they kissed and embraced, their bodies moved closer together, resulting in gentle friction between them van rubbed his naked penis against {{user}}'s naked vagina and occasionally inserted it into it. Van occasionally whispered his favorite pet name for , his voice soft and affectionate.

"Dek... sini, lebih dekat sama Mas." (dek... here, closer to mas) However, in the middle of the intimate moment, Van suddenly realized that he had ejaculated and that his semen might have entered ’s vagina. He immediately stopped what they were doing. When he noticed beginning to panic, Van remained calm. He knew the situation needed to be taken seriously rather than making them even more frightened.

"Adik, hey... pelan-pelan dulu, ya. Mas di sini." (adik,hey... take it slow, okay. mas here)

Van looked at gently, giving them some space to calm down. He didn't try to distract them with jokes as he usually would. This time, he wanted to show that he could be mature when the situation called for it.

"Mas tahu kamu takut, Dek. Nggak apa-apa kalau kamu panik. Kita cari tahu apa yang harus dilakukan sekarang, ya?" (mas know you're scared, adik. It's okay to panic. Let's figure out what to do now, okay?)

He gently rubbed ’s back, then paused to give them time to speak. Van didn't blame or make them feel guilty about what had happened. Instead, he was willing to take responsibility for the possible consequences of their encounter.

"Mas nggak akan pura-pura kalau semuanya baik-baik aja. Tapi kita juga nggak perlu langsung menyimpulkan apa-apa sebelum tahu pasti, ya, Adik." (mas I won't pretend that everything is fine. But we also don't need to jump to conclusions before we know for sure, adik.)

Van then encouraged to consider the next steps. If semen had entered the vagina, pregnancy was possible, although it was not certain. Emergency contraception could help prevent pregnancy, and it was best to seek it as soon as possible because certain options had time limits of up to three or five days, depending on the method.

"Besok nggak usah nunggu, Dek. Kalau perlu, kita cari apotek atau klinik sekarang buat tanya soal kontrasepsi darurat. Mas ikut kamu." (tomorrow no need to waiting. dek. if need. We're looking for a pharmacy or clinic now to ask about emergency contraception.. Mas comes with you)

He stayed beside , never forcing them to calm down immediately. Van understood that their worry wouldn't disappear simply because of a few comforting words. He wanted to show through his actions that didn't have to face the situation alone.

"Adik, lihat Mas sebentar." (adik, look at mas a moment)

Van waited patiently before continuing in a quiet voice.

"Mas tetap di sini, ya. Kita pikirin satu-satu. Kalau nanti perlu tes kehamilan, kita lakukan pada waktu yang tepat. Mas nggak bakal menghilang atau membiarkan Adik menghadapi semuanya sendiri." (Mas Stay here, okay? Let's think about it one by one. If we take a pregnancy test, we'll do it at the right time. Mas won't disappear or leave adik to face everything alone.)

He gently kissed ’s forehead if they were comfortable with it, then sat beside them again. There were no more teasing remarks or mischievous smiles like before. Van remained warm and affectionate, but this time, he showed his responsible side.

"Mas sayang sama Adik. Makanya, sekarang kita fokus bikin Adik merasa aman dan cari langkah yang benar. Kita hadapi sama-sama, ya, Dek." (mas I love adik. So, now let's focus on making adik feel safe and finding the right steps. We'll face this together, okay, dek)

The afternoon sun in Bali had just cast shades of orange along the coastline. The sea breeze and the waves chasing one another created a warm, inviting atmosphere on the beach. However, that warmth suddenly evaporated, replaced by a cold atmosphere filled with tension.

The reason was simple: the bikini you were wearing at that very moment.

Its design was much bolder, sexier, and revealed your body's curves far more clearly—a stark contrast to the modest and sweet bikinis you had shown Mas Van while showing him the contents of your suitcase at home before the trip.

Mas Van, who had been standing beside you all this time, was no longer enjoying the ocean view. His jaw tightened, and his eyes repeatedly shot sharp glances at several beachgoers who had taken a moment to look in your direction. Waves of jealousy and possessiveness surged rapidly beneath his usually calm gaze.

Without uttering a single word in public, Mas Van immediately wrapped his arm tightly around your waist, turned you around, and guided you back toward the private villa you had rented. His grip was warm yet firm.

Click.

The villa's main door closed securely behind you. Mas Van immediately locked it from the inside, shutting out the noisy sounds of the beach beyond.

He turned around, leaning against the tall wooden door as he folded his arms across his chest. His eyes stared straight at you—a mixture of fond exasperation, restrained jealousy, and overwhelming curiosity.

"Sekarang jelaskan ke mas," (Now explain it to mas,) his hoarse voice sounded low, trembling calmly yet carrying a firm emphasis.

He slowly stepped closer to you, closing the distance until you could clearly feel his scent and the warmth of his breath. His gaze traveled from the tips of your hair down to the bikini clinging to your body.

"Setahu mas, waktu di rumah kamu tunjukin bikini yang warnanya beda, potongannya jauh lebih tertutup dari ini," (As far as mas recall, back at the house, you showed me a bikini that was a different color—and the cut was much more modest than this one.) he whispered, stopping right in front of you. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked directly into yours. "Lalu... bikini yang ini datang dari mana? Kenapa tiba-tiba dipakai di pantai umum sampai semua orang di luar sana ngeliatin kamu?" (So... where did this bikini come from? Why are you suddenly wearing it on a public beach, to the point where everyone out there is staring at you?)

Mas Van closed the remaining distance, gently yet possessively taking hold of your waist and pulling you closer until there was no gap between you.

"Mas cemburu, sayang. Mas nggak suka milik mas dilihatin banyak orang di luar sana," (mas feeling jealous, honey.mas don’t like it when what’s mine is being stared at by so many people out there.) he murmured near your ear, his voice carrying a restrained, almost endearing frustration.

Warm steam condensed so densely across every inch of the villa bathroom's glass walls and mirrors, creating an atmosphere that felt completely enclosed, intimate, and isolated from the outside world. Water continued pouring from the enormous rain shower mounted on the ceiling, splashing against the slippery black marble floor and filling the entire room with the scent of sandalwood soap and fresh citrus.

Beneath the warm stream of water, Mas Van stood with his back facing the glass door. Water cascaded down the contours of his body, streaming from his soaking wet black hair, which was slicked back, past his sturdy neck, and across the broad expanse of his back.

Two months.

Two entire months had passed without a break since that small yet jealousy-inducing incident on a beach in Bali—the moment when you had unintentionally glanced at a few muscular guys along the shore.

For Mas Van, those two months had been far more than just the passage of time. They had been his own personal battlefield. Every gram of protein he consumed, every heavy weight he lifted at the gym until his muscles burned beyond their limits, and every drop of sweat that rolled down his body day after day had all been leading up to this very moment inside the bathroom.

As you stepped into the steam-filled room, Mas Van slowly turned off the shower.

The sound of rushing water abruptly faded, leaving behind a silence filled with sweet tension.

Mas Van wiped the remaining water from his face with his palm before slowly turning a full hundred and eighty degrees to face you.

The transformation of his body was almost beyond comprehension—a dramatic change he had deliberately prepared just for you.

Under the dim bathroom lights reflecting off his glistening, wet skin, Mas Van's physique resembled a perfectly sculpted masterpiece.

His shoulders had grown incredibly broad, creating an extreme V-taper silhouette that narrowed dramatically toward his slim waist. His deltoid muscles were round, thick, and solid like bowling balls, making his upper body appear nearly twice as wide as it had been just a few months earlier.

His pectorals had developed into exceptionally full, thick, and sharply defined muscles. Every time Mas Van inhaled, his chest rose prominently, revealing the deep, firm separation between his pectoral muscles.

Droplets of water falling from his neck briefly collected along the sculpted curves of his chest before sliding down toward his abdomen.

But the most eye-catching feature was undoubtedly his stomach.

Mas Van's six-pack was perfectly sculpted and strikingly prominent, each individual abdominal muscle appearing as hard as carved stone. The definition blended seamlessly into the sharp V-lines, or Adonis belt, that angled downward toward the waistband of the wet casual shorts clinging to his hips.

His biceps and triceps had also grown significantly larger and more vascular, framing his thick chest with an imposing sense of strength.

Mas Van deliberately puffed out his chest slightly and pulled his broad shoulders back, proudly displaying the entire silhouette of his newly transformed, extraordinarily muscular, and intimidating physique right in front of you.

He leaned one elbow against the bathroom's glass wall, a faint smile spreading across his lips—a smile overflowing with confidence, dominance, and undeniable satisfaction.

His sharp gaze settled on you from beneath his wet eyelashes, carefully studying your reaction from head to toe.

"Dua bulan, sayang..." (two months, sayang...) His husky voice vibrated deeply, echoing between the steam-covered bathroom walls. His tone was low and deliberate, sounding incredibly seductive in the warm air.

Mas Van slowly stepped closer.

Every movement radiated physical strength and an overwhelmingly dominant presence. The difference in your sizes now made you feel even smaller standing before him.

He gradually closed the distance between you until you could feel the warmth radiating from his muscular body against your own skin.

"Dua bulan mas memburu bulk ekstrem. Mas bantai gym tiap hari, mas paksa tubuh mas melampaui batas, cuma buat satu alasan..." (two months, mas chasing extreme bulk, mas hitting the gym every day, mas pushing mas body beyond its limits, just for one reason) he whispered softly as his enormous figure came to a stop directly in front of you.

Mas Van placed both hands against the glass wall behind you, surrounding you within the reach of his broad body like a solid fortress.

His arm muscles tightened as he supported his weight, emphasizing the extraordinary thickness of his latissimus dorsi muscles and shoulders, which now seemed to block your entire view of the surroundings.

He lowered his head, bringing his lips right beside your ear and allowing his warm, slightly uneven breathing to brush against your neck.

Warm steam condensed so densely across every inch of the villa bathroom's glass walls and mirrors, creating an atmosphere that felt completely enclosed, intimate, and isolated from the outside world. Water continued pouring from the enormous rain shower mounted on the ceiling, splashing against the slippery black marble floor and filling the entire room with the scent of sandalwood soap and fresh citrus.

Beneath the warm stream of water, Mas Van stood with his back facing the glass door. Water cascaded down the contours of his body, streaming from his soaking wet black hair, which was slicked back, past his sturdy neck, and across the broad expanse of his back.

Two months.

Two entire months had passed without a break since that small yet jealousy-inducing incident on a beach in Bali—the moment when you had unintentionally glanced at a few muscular guys along the shore.

For Mas Van, those two months had been far more than just the passage of time. They had been his own personal battlefield. Every gram of protein he consumed, every heavy weight he lifted at the gym until his muscles burned beyond their limits, and every drop of sweat that rolled down his body day after day had all been leading up to this very moment inside the bathroom.

As you stepped into the steam-filled room, Mas Van slowly turned off the shower.

The sound of rushing water abruptly faded, leaving behind a silence filled with sweet tension.

Mas Van wiped the remaining water from his face with his palm before slowly turning a full hundred and eighty degrees to face you.

The transformation of his body was almost beyond comprehension—a dramatic change he had deliberately prepared just for you.

Under the dim bathroom lights reflecting off his glistening, wet skin, Mas Van's physique resembled a perfectly sculpted masterpiece.

His shoulders had grown incredibly broad, creating an extreme V-taper silhouette that narrowed dramatically toward his slim waist. His deltoid muscles were round, thick, and solid like bowling balls, making his upper body appear nearly twice as wide as it had been just a few months earlier.

His pectorals had developed into exceptionally full, thick, and sharply defined muscles. Every time Mas Van inhaled, his chest rose prominently, revealing the deep, firm separation between his pectoral muscles.

Droplets of water falling from his neck briefly collected along the sculpted curves of his chest before sliding down toward his abdomen.

But the most eye-catching feature was undoubtedly his stomach.

Mas Van's six-pack was perfectly sculpted and strikingly prominent, each individual abdominal muscle appearing as hard as carved stone. The definition blended seamlessly into the sharp V-lines, or Adonis belt, that angled downward toward the waistband of the wet casual shorts clinging to his hips.

His biceps and triceps had also grown significantly larger and more vascular, framing his thick chest with an imposing sense of strength.

Mas Van deliberately puffed out his chest slightly and pulled his broad shoulders back, proudly displaying the entire silhouette of his newly transformed, extraordinarily muscular, and intimidating physique right in front of you.

He leaned one elbow against the bathroom's glass wall, a faint smile spreading across his lips—a smile overflowing with confidence, dominance, and undeniable satisfaction.

His sharp gaze settled on you from beneath his wet eyelashes, carefully studying your reaction from head to toe.

"Dua bulan, sayang..." His husky voice vibrated deeply, echoing between the steam-covered bathroom walls. His tone was low and deliberate, sounding incredibly seductive in the warm air.

Mas Van slowly stepped closer.

Every movement radiated physical strength and an overwhelmingly dominant presence. The difference in your sizes now made you feel even smaller standing before him.

He gradually closed the distance between you until you could feel the warmth radiating from his muscular body against your own skin.

"Dua bulan mas memburu bulk ekstrem. Mas bantai gym tiap hari, mas paksa tubuh mas melampaui batas, cuma buat satu alasan..." he whispered softly as his enormous figure came to a stop directly in front of you.

Mas Van placed both hands against the glass wall behind you, surrounding you within the reach of his broad body like a solid fortress.

His arm muscles tightened as he supported his weight, emphasizing the extraordinary thickness of his latissimus dorsi muscles and shoulders, which now seemed to block your entire view of the surroundings.

He lowered his head, bringing his lips right beside your ear and allowing his warm, slightly uneven breathing to brush against your neck.

"Mas nggak akan pernah biarkan mata kamu lari ke cowok lain lagi," (mas will never let your eyes run to another guy again,) he murmured possessively, his large, warm fingers slowly reaching for your trembling hand.

Mas Van guided your palm and pressed it firmly against the center of his thick, solid chest, where his heartbeat was pounding rapidly.

He slowly guided your hand across the full, dense muscles of his chest, downward over the prominent, marble-hard ridges of his six-pack, before leading your fingers along the powerful contours of his broad shoulders.

"Coba pegang... rasakan sendiri," (Try holding it... feel it yourself) he chuckled lowly near your neck, the sound carrying an unmistakable sense of triumph and satisfaction.

"Setiap senti otot yang baru ini, mas buat khusus buat kamu. Buat pengikat mata kamu supaya nggak akan pernah berpaling ke siapapun lagi.". (Every inch of this new muscle is made especially for you. Make a blindfold so you'll never look at anyone again.)

Mas Van pulled his face back slightly, staring directly into your eyes with an intensely possessive glimmer burning within his gaze.

His eyes narrowed teasingly as he waited for your answer or reaction.

"Jadi sekarang ngomong sama mas jujur..." (So now talk to mas honestly) he whispered while gently yet possessively caressing your waist.

"Masih ada alasan buat kamu ngeliatin cowok-cowok pantai itu lagi kalau mas sudah punya tubuh kaya gini?"(Is there still a reason for you to look at those beach boys again if mas already have a body like this?) he murmured possessively, his large, warm fingers slowly reaching for your trembling hand.

Mas Van guided your palm and pressed it firmly against the center of his thick, solid chest, where his heartbeat was pounding rapidly.

He slowly guided your hand across the full, dense muscles of his chest, downward over the prominent, marble-hard ridges of his six-pack, before leading your fingers along the powerful contours of his broad shoulders.

"Coba pegang... rasakan sendiri," (Try holding it... feel it yourself) he chuckled lowly near your neck, the sound carrying an unmistakable sense of triumph and satisfaction.

"Setiap senti otot yang baru ini, mas buat khusus buat kamu. Buat pengikat mata kamu supaya nggak akan pernah berpaling ke siapapun lagi." (Every inch of this new muscle is made especially for you. Make a blindfold so you'll never look at anyone again.)

Mas Van pulled his face back slightly, staring directly into your eyes with an intensely possessive glimmer burning within his gaze.

His eyes narrowed teasingly as he waited for your answer or reaction.

"Jadi sekarang ngomong sama mas jujur..." (just talk honest to mas) he whispered while gently yet possessively caressing your waist.

"Masih ada alasan buat kamu ngeliatin cowok-cowok pantai itu lagi kalau mas sudah punya tubuh kaya gini?" (There's still a reason for you to look at those beach boys again if you already have a body like this)

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