The days after Jungkook moved in blurred into a strange routine. To anyone else, it looked normal: Tae, beautiful and radiant as always, smiling sweetly as she served breakfast. Jeongguk, young and happy, talking eagerly about work. And Jungkook, the silent elder, watching from his seat with sharp eyes.

But beneath the surface, everything was changing.

When Jeongguk left for work in the mornings, the atmosphere of the house shifted instantly. Jungkook’s gaze grew heavier, more shameless. He would sit back in the living room, legs spread wide, sipping his coffee slowly as he tracked Tae’s every move around the house.

The first time it happened, she had bent down in front of the fridge to grab some fruit. Her short satin shorts clung to her ass, and before she could straighten, a low voice murmured from the doorway.

“Pretty little slut… bending over for me like that.”

Her whole body stiffened, heat shooting through her veins. She turned sharply, glaring, her cheeks hot. “Excuse me?”

Jungkook only smirked, unbothered. “Don’t act innocent, girl. You wear those tiny clothes for a reason. You like being looked at, don’t you?”

Tae’s throat went dry. She wanted to snap, to deny it, but instead, she rolled her eyes and brushed past him. “You’re disgusting, old man.”

But her heart hammered wildly in her chest the rest of the day.

And Jungkook knew it.

From then on, he tested her every chance he got. Passing by her in the hall, his large hand would graze her hip, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the waistband of her shorts. Sitting beside her on the couch, his thigh would press against hers, warm and solid, making her shift uncomfortably. And whenever she dared look at him, his eyes told her exactly what he wanted: her.

One afternoon, Jeongguk was out at work and Tae was alone in the kitchen, humming softly as she chopped vegetables. She wore a thin camisole that clung to her breasts and a pair of lace panties under a skirt so short it barely covered her ass.

She didn’t hear him at first—the heavy footsteps padding closer. But then, suddenly, he was there behind her, his broad chest brushing her back, his breath hot against her ear.

“Smells good in here,” he rumbled, though his hand wasn’t reaching for the food.

Tae froze, knife halfway through the carrot, when she felt his thick fingers slip under the hem of her skirt.

“W-What are you doing?” she whispered harshly, but she didn’t move.

Jungkook chuckled, low and dark, his mouth brushing her ear. “What I’ve been dying to do since the moment I saw you, little slut.”

His hand found the edge of her thong and slid inside, his thick fingers pushing against her bare slit. Tae gasped, her knuckles whitening on the knife handle.

“Stop—someone could—”

“No one’s here but us,” he interrupted, his voice rough. His fingertip pressed against her clit, circling it slowly. “You’re wet already. Fuck, you like this. Don’t you?”

Her knees buckled, a shameful moan escaping before she bit her lip to silence it.

Jungkook’s other hand gripped her waist, pinning her to the counter as his finger teased her clit in slow, torturous circles. “Look at you… married to that little boy, but your pussy’s aching for my fingers. Filthy girl.”

“Shut up,” she hissed, but her hips betrayed her, grinding subtly against his touch.

Jungkook’s lips curled into a wolfish grin. He pressed harder, sliding two thick fingers along her slit, dipping just enough to spread her wetness before coming back to her swollen nub. Tae’s eyes squeezed shut, her body trembling as he played with her, her thighs pressing together helplessly.

“You’re gonna come for me right here, in your husband’s kitchen,” he murmured. “My filthy little niece-in-law, soaking for an old man.”

The shame mixed with heat until it broke her. With a choked gasp, Tae’s body arched, her pussy clenching around nothing as the orgasm rushed through her. She grabbed the counter with both hands, panting, her thighs trembling.

Jungkook groaned against her ear, savoring the sight of her falling apart. He withdrew his fingers slowly, wet with her arousal, and licked them clean with a satisfied smirk.

“You taste like sin,” he muttered, before leaning closer, his lips brushing her ear. “And you’re mine now. No matter how disgusted you act.”

Tae stood there, breathless, cheeks burning with shame and desire. She wanted to scream at him, to call him filthy. But her pussy still throbbed, her body betraying her with every pulse.

And Jungkook walked away like a king who had just claimed his prize—leaving her trembling and furious, but craving more.