When Jungkook and Yoongi finally left, the apartment felt strangely quiet. The sheets were ruined, the air still thick with the smell of cum and sweat. Tae lay limp on the bed, her body trembling from overstimulation, her pussy still leaking from being stuffed all night.

Jiho stood over her, his chest rising and falling, eyes dark with lust and pride. Then he bent down, scooping her up carefully into his arms.

“You’re a mess, baby,” he whispered, kissing her temple. “My perfect, ruined little slut.”

Tae hid her face in his chest, blushing furiously even though she was glowing with satisfaction. “You’re so mean… calling me that…”

But her thighs squeezed together at his words.

Jiho carried her into the bathroom, setting her gently into the tub. He ran the water warm, the steam filling the space, then climbed in behind her. Tae leaned back against his chest, eyes fluttering shut, exhausted but aroused all over again from his closeness.

His hands slid down her stomach, between her thighs, to her swollen pussy. She gasped when he touched her — her lips puffy, clit aching, juices still sticky.

“Fuck,” Jiho groaned, rubbing her folds slowly. “You’re still soaked… still open from their cocks. You loved it, didn’t you?”

“N-no…” Tae whimpered, but her hips lifted into his hand, betraying her.

“Yes, you did,” Jiho growled into her ear, his fingers circling her clit. “You loved being their little whore. You loved the way they called you names. You loved having your pussy stuffed full of cum.”

Tae’s nails dug into his thighs behind her. “I… I loved it,” she admitted in a broken moan.

“That’s my girl,” Jiho whispered, sliding two fingers into her sloppy hole. “My beautiful slut wife. You’re mine, and I get to share you however I want. Doesn’t that make you wet?”

“Yes!” Tae cried, her body convulsing.

Jiho pumped his fingers harder, curling them, his palm grinding her clit. Water splashed everywhere as Tae writhed in his lap. “Squirt for me, whore. Show me how bad you need it.”

Her back arched, a strangled scream ripping from her throat as clear fluid gushed out, spraying over his hand and into the bathwater. Jiho held her tight, still fingering her through it, his cock hard against her back.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised darkly. “Make a mess for me. You’re my perfect fountain whore.”

Tae collapsed back against him, panting, her pussy twitching and leaking around his fingers.

After washing her tenderly, he carried her back to the bedroom and laid her on clean sheets. They cuddled close, both breathing heavily, and for a long moment it was quiet.

Then Jiho broke the silence. “We need more money. More than what two guys can give.”

Tae looked up at him shyly, chewing her lip. “What are you saying…?”

Jiho smirked, brushing her hair from her face. “I’m saying we could make this permanent. We could turn our apartment into something else. A private house. Exclusive. Just for men who can pay. You’d be the star, Tae. The whore they all come for.”

Her eyes widened, but her cheeks flushed pink. She squirmed under his gaze, her pussy already clenching at the thought. “Jiho…” she whispered. “You’re really serious?”

“Dead serious,” he murmured, kissing her. “You were made for this. Look at you — slutty, gorgeous, dripping for cock. They’ll line up just to taste you. And every time they use you, we’ll get paid.”

Tae hid her face in his chest, giggling nervously. “You’re terrible… turning your wife into a whore.”

But when she looked up again, her eyes were dark with lust, her lips trembling. “And I… I think I want it too.”

Jiho’s cock throbbed at her words. He grinned, gripping her chin. “Then it’s settled. This house becomes a whorehouse. And you, Tae… you’ll be the greatest whore they’ve ever known.”

Tae moaned softly, her thighs pressing together. She was shy, turned on, and completely his.