Genius Manager: I Can Make All Girls Talented!-Chapter 148 - - Having Some Fun While The Cameras Are Still Running

The morning sun spilled through the floor-length windows of the cliffside villa, bathing everything in golden light. Somewhere outside, waves crashed softly against the rocks below, and tropical birds called to each other in the distance. The entire space felt like something out of a postcard—picturesque, warm, and wrapped in a kind of tranquility that could only exist this far removed from reality.

Darius stirred first.

Still shirtless, he turned onto his side, watching Yuna as she lay curled beside him under the thin linen sheet. Her hair was a tangle of soft waves, one arm stretched across the pillow, the other clutched to the fabric bunched near her chest. The neckline of her nightdress had shifted during the night, revealing the delicate slope of her shoulder and the faintest hint of cleavage.

He couldn't help but admire her—not like a fan, but like a man who knew the rhythm of her breathing, the tilt of her smile, and the storm she could summon with a look.

"You're staring again," she murmured, eyes still closed, her voice coated in sleep.

"Guilty," he replied with a low chuckle.

"Didn't your mother teach you that's rude?"

"My mother also taught me to appreciate fine art."

Now her lips twitched into a smile. "Flatter me like that again and I might never leave this bed."

"Perfect. That saves me the trouble of carrying you back in."

She opened her eyes, their signature dark brown dancing with amusement. She rolled toward him, her hand finding his bare chest, fingers lazily drawing circles on his skin.

"Feels like we've done this before," she said softly.

"We have," he replied, placing a hand on her hip. "But this time, there are cameras."

She groaned, burying her face into the pillow. "Ugh, don't remind me."

"Too late," Darius teased. "Smile for the invisible audience."

Yuna peeked up at the far corner of the ceiling, spotting the tiny red light of the hidden camera blinking steadily.

"They're watching, huh?"

"Oh, absolutely. Probably already prepping tonight's episode."

Back at the production headquarters, the control room was buzzing.

"Zoom in on them," the director barked, leaning over the shoulder of a camera operator. "Look at that body language. They're already more intimate than any couple we've had on Season 4."

"Think they'll go all the way?" one assistant asked.

"Doubt it—Darius is smart. But flirtatious tension? Oh, we're pushing that in the trailer."

The editor was already typing up headlines for the next day's media drop.

From Talent to Temptation—Darius and Yuna's Romantic Getaway Ignites Love Island Fever

Agent of Love? Darius Vale Gets Close With Superstar Yuna—And the Cameras Catch It All

Meanwhile, in paradise, the couple in question had long since stopped caring.

Yuna leaned closer, lips nearly brushing Darius's. "We're gonna give them plenty to edit if you keep letting your hands wander."

His thumb traced along her hip, just above the hem of her dress. "It's not my fault you wore that ridiculous excuse for sleepwear."

"Excuse me? This is imported silk."

"Then sue your stylist. It's illegal."

She grinned, eyes gleaming. "You didn't mind last night."

"You mean when you climbed on top of me and stole all the blankets?"

"That was tactical. You were snoring."

"I don't snore."

"Sure. Let's pretend you're flawless."

"I'm not flawless," he said, brushing her hair behind her ear. "But I am yours."

The air thickened. Silence settled, filled only by the hush of the sea and the rapid rhythm of two hearts syncing in close proximity.

She kissed him.

It wasn't the gentle kiss from the previous night. This was deeper. Slower. More deliberate.

He responded instantly, arms sliding around her waist as he pulled her close. Her leg draped over his hip. Fingers tugged at his hair. His lips found her neck, grazing that sensitive spot just beneath her jaw.

"Darius…" she whispered, voice breathless. "You're not making it easy to stop."

"I'm not trying to," he replied against her skin.

They rolled together beneath the sheets, laughter and soft gasps rising in tempo. The kiss deepened, their bodies pressing flush, molded by familiarity and fueled by heat they'd kept on low for far too long.

A pillow fell off the bed.

A candle flickered in the breeze.

Somewhere outside, a palm tree swayed lazily in the wind as if to say, finally.

Eventually, they slowed again, breathless and flushed.

"I still can't believe we're doing this," Yuna whispered, her hand resting on his cheek. "Here. On this show."

"It doesn't matter where we are," Darius said. "It's always been you and me." freёweɓnovel.com

She kissed him again, gentler this time, lips lingering like a promise.

Later, the two of them sat in the oversized bathtub on the open-air terrace, the view of the ocean stretching endlessly into the horizon. Rose petals floated in the warm water. A half-finished glass of champagne sat on the ledge beside them.

Yuna leaned back against his chest, fully relaxed. Darius lazily trailed fingers along her thigh, his other arm wrapped around her middle.

"I like this version of us," she murmured.

"Which one?"

"The one that doesn't care who's watching. The one that just exists."

"You're not worried this will cause more trouble with the others?"

She smirked. "Let them watch. They had their chance."

"You don't mind if the other girls see this?"

Yuna paused. "Hahaha! As if I care after what we've done before coming here… They've seen me at my worst."

"Good," he whispered. "Because I'm not going anywhere."

She turned in his arms, now facing him again, droplets of water trailing down her neck. Her hands ran over his shoulders, slow and purposeful.

He looked up at her, calm but hungry. "Yuna…"

She kissed him again.

The tension rose as the cameras kept rolling and as time passed they kept getting closer to one another, as they more and more aggressive with one another and shortly after Darius used one of his hands and slipped it under the bath water as it closer to her pussy, sliding his fingers inside while the cameras continued to roll.