The long dining table of the Jeon mansion gleamed with polished silverware and candlelight. Mr. Jeon had just returned home from his business trip, sitting at the head of the table, smiling proudly at his young wife Taehyung and his son Jungkook. To him, it was nothing more than a wholesome family dinner.

But under the table, the reality was so much filthier.

Taehyung sat poised, dressed in a silky low-cut dress that framed her breasts perfectly, her lips glossed and plump as she smiled innocently at her husband. But her heart was racing because right next to her, Jungkook sat with a dangerous hunger in his eyes.

While Mr. Jeon poured wine into his glass and spoke about his trip, Jungkook’s large hand slid beneath the tablecloth. Slowly, boldly, he pressed it against Taehyung’s bare thigh.

She stiffened, her fork pausing midair.

“Kook…” she whispered under her breath, eyes darting toward him, but she couldn’t move—not without drawing attention.

Jungkook smirked, his voice low enough for only her to hear.

“Shh, tae… eat your food and stay pretty. Let me take care of you.”

Her breath hitched as his fingers slid higher, tugging her dress up to expose the thin lace of her panties. He hooked one finger beneath the fabric, brushing against her wetness.

Taehyung bit her lip, forcing a smile when her husband looked at her.

“You alright, Tae?” he asked warmly.

“Yes, darling…” she managed, her voice trembling as Jungkook’s fingers began stroking her clit under the table. “…I-I’m fine.”

Her knees trembled, her hand clenching around the fork. Jungkook leaned closer, his hot breath ghosting over her ear as he whispered,

“Be a good girl and come for me right here, while he’s sitting across from us. Don’t make a sound.”

Her husband chuckled at something in his glass of wine, completely oblivious, while Taehyung’s chest heaved. Jungkook’s fingers plunged inside her, curling in just the right spot.

The fork clattered from her hand, and she quickly covered it up with a soft laugh.

“Oh! Silly me…” she giggled, but her face flushed, her body trembling under the table.

Jungkook’s filthy whisper burned against her skin.

“That’s it, Tae… squeeze my fingers. Come on my hand. Show me how much of a slut you are for me.”

Her entire body convulsed. She gripped the edge of the table, her toes curling in her heels as she silently came—waves of pleasure washing over her while her husband kept chewing calmly, unaware of the sinful act happening right in front of him.

When Jungkook finally pulled his slick fingers out, he brought them to his lips, licking them clean while watching her struggle to keep her composure.

Taehyung’s eyes darkened, her heart pounding. She knew this was dangerous, reckless—but god, it thrilled her.