The Thrilling Cycling Club

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.