After that day, after poor Gguk ran out humiliated and broken, the house stopped being a family home. It became a whorehouse—and Tae was the center of it all.

Uncle Kook had spread the word quickly. Soon, men of every age, shape, and size were coming in and out of the house at all hours. Old men with sagging bellies, young punks with tattoos, married businessmen sneaking away from their wives—every kind of man lined up to get a taste of Tae.

And Tae? She didn’t just allow it. She craved it.

Her body was constantly sore, used, dripping, but she couldn’t get enough. From sunrise to late night, the house echoed with the sound of beds creaking, skin slapping, and Tae’s shameless moans as cock after cock filled her holes.

She was bent over couches, pinned against walls, spread on the dining table, even on the floor like a common slut—men fucking her raw and loud while others watched, waiting their turn, stroking their cocks at the sight of her gaping pussy.

And the best part? They paid her. Uncle Kook made sure every man left money on the counter. Cash piled up fast—dirty, crumpled bills stacked high, smeared sometimes with sweat or even cum. Tae looked at the money with glassy eyes and a wicked smile, knowing she was being fucked and spoiled for being a perfect whore.

“Good girl,” one old man grunted, shoving bills into her bra as he pounded her from behind. “Earn that cash, slut.”

“Y–Yes… fuck me harder, I’ll do anything… pay me more!” Tae moaned, squeezing his cock tight inside her while another man shoved his into her mouth.

At one point, there were five men using her at once—one in her pussy, one in her ass, one in her throat, and two others taking turns smacking her face with their cocks. She gagged and drooled, but her hips bucked wildly, desperate for more.

The house smelled of sex constantly, sheets soaked with sweat, cum splattered across the walls, the floor sticky from endless nights of filth.

Neighbors whispered, but no one dared to interfere. Everyone knew what the house had become. Men would arrive with hungry eyes and leave with satisfied groans, some returning the very next day for another round.

And through it all, Tae only grew worse. She was glowing, body addicted to being used, craving the humiliation of being treated like nothing but a hole to fuck.

By the end of each day, her holes leaked cum down her thighs, her face was streaked with spit, and her voice was hoarse from screaming—but she still begged for more.

“Don’t stop… please… keep fucking me… fill me up again… I want all of it!”

And every man who entered that house was more than happy to obey.

The once normal family home was gone. It was now a place of filth, moans, and endless gangbangs.

And Tae—the sweet little wife—was the proud, paid whore at the center of it all.