Jiho came home the next morning whistling, a spring in his step. Tae was still sprawled on the bed, her hair messy, her body sore, her pussy leaking cum from last night’s ordeal. She tried to cover herself shyly with the blanket when she saw him.

But Jiho only grinned, climbing onto the bed and cupping her face. “You were incredible last night, baby. Do you know what Namjoon said to me?”

Her eyes widened. “He… he called you?”

“Mm-hm.” Jiho kissed her softly, then laughed. “He said you were the best whore he’s ever had. That you’re worth every dollar. He wants to see you again.”

Tae flushed bright red, hiding her face in his chest. “Don’t call me that…”

“You are that,” Jiho whispered darkly, kissing her neck. “My perfect little whore. And I couldn’t be prouder.”

Her thighs pressed together at his words, her pussy throbbing.

Jiho pulled back with a grin. “Which is why today, I’m rewarding you. We’re going shopping. You deserve to look like the luxury slut you are.”

Tae gasped, eyes sparkling. “Shopping? Really?”

“Of course. Get dressed, baby. Wear something slutty. I want the whole city to know what’s mine.”

Tae giggled, hopping off the bed. She picked a tight, short white dress that barely contained her breasts, her nipples visibly poking through. The hem stopped just below her ass, her thighs bare except for high heels that made her legs look endless. She checked herself in the mirror, biting her lip. She looked like temptation itself.

Jiho nearly drooled when she stepped out. “Fuck, Tae. You’re going to make every man in that store hard.”

“That’s the idea,” she teased, kissing him on the cheek.

The luxury boutique sparkled with chandeliers and glass displays. Designer dresses, shoes, and jewelry lined the walls. Tae strutted through the aisles, her ass swaying, men’s eyes following her every move. Jiho walked proudly behind her, grinning like a pimp showing off his prize.

Then she noticed him.

Near the jewelry counter, an older man stood — heavyset, with a round belly under his expensive suit, a thick gold watch gleaming on his wrist. His eyes lingered shamelessly on Tae’s breasts, his tongue wetting his lips.

Tae smirked, deciding to tease. She bent over slightly near him to look at a display, her dress riding up, her tits spilling forward.

The man’s breath hitched, and before she could move away, his hand reached out and squeezed her breast through the thin fabric. Tae gasped, her knees almost buckling.

“Oh—” she moaned softly, biting her lip.

The man smirked. “Soft… just as I thought. What’s your name, darling?”

She straightened slowly, her cheeks flushed. “Taehyung. But… I have a husband.” She pointed across the shop at Jiho, who was pretending to browse watches.

The man chuckled, completely unfazed. “Good. I like husbands. Name’s Bang Si Hyuk. And I want you for the night.”

Tae’s heart raced at his boldness. “You can’t just… I’m not…”

But before she could finish, he strolled over to Jiho, pulled a thick envelope from his jacket, and slapped it into Jiho’s hand.

“Ten thousand dollars,” Bang Si Hyuk said coolly. “I’m taking your wife with me tonight.”

Jiho’s eyes went wide at the sight of the cash. He nodded quickly, his grin stretching ear to ear. “Of course, sir! She’s all yours.”

Tae’s pussy clenched at the transaction. The way her husband had just sold her off, proud and eager, made her thighs tremble.

Bang Si Hyuk turned back to her, extending his hand. “Come along, darling. Let’s see if you’re worth what I just paid.”

Tae’s face was hot, her body buzzing, but she slipped her hand into his. She glanced back at Jiho, who winked and mouthed, “Be a good slut.”

Her stomach fluttered, and her pussy dripped as she followed the older man out of the store.