The garage reeked of sweat and sex. Tae lay limp on the hood of the car, tits still glistening with cum, her thighs trembling, her pussy leaking down to the floor. The thugs had long gone, leaving her naked and dripping, a used doll tossed aside.

The door creaked.

“Tae—!” Jiho’s voice broke, stumbling inside. His hands shook as he saw her wrecked body.

For a moment, his cowardice from the night before flooded back — he had let them take her without a fight. But now, staring at her glowing face, her lips swollen from cock, her tits red and perfect, her pussy leaking from every hole, he didn’t feel shame. He felt pride.

Tae blinked up at him weakly. “…Jiho…”

He rushed to her, kissing her messy lips, licking cum from her cheeks. “Baby… you’re fucking beautiful. Look at you. Ruined, dripping… you’re perfect.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “T-They used me… all night… Jiho, I came so much…”

He grinned darkly, stroking her hair. “And you know what? That’s the best advertising we could ever buy. Now every thug, every rich man, every creep in this city will know about you. About us. About the whorehouse wife.”

Tae’s pussy clenched, more cum spilling down her thighs. She moaned. “…I… I love it. I love being yours. Being everyone’s.”

—

Back at the apartment, Jiho bathed her slowly, carefully. He massaged soap into her new tits, pressing his face between them, moaning as he sucked her nipples. He slid his fingers into her swollen cunt, squelching with cum, making her squirt into the bathwater.

“You’re tighter than ever. And wetter. God, the doctor rebuilt you into a money machine,” he whispered, kissing her neck. “We’re gonna be filthy rich, baby. Mansions, cars, luxury. All because you spread your legs.”

She clung to him, moaning. “I’ll fuck anyone you want, Jiho. Clients, strangers, friends… just make me your perfect whore forever.”

He kissed her deeply, filth and love mixing on their tongues.

—

Later That Night the apartment was alive again — men knocking, clients waiting. Jiho stood at the door, cash flowing into his hands.

Inside, Tae knelt on the bed, naked but for her choker, her massive tits pushed up, her pussy glistening, her ass swaying as she looked back with hungry eyes.

“Welcome,” Jiho said to the eager men, smirking. “She’s ready.”

Tae spread herself wide, moaning, “Come fuck me… I’m Jiho’s whorehouse wife…”

—

By midnight, she was covered in cum, squirting across the sheets, screaming through orgasm after orgasm. Jiho counted money in stacks on the table, laughing, his empire growing.

Finally, when the last client left, Jiho collapsed beside her, both of them drenched in sweat and sex.

He kissed her cum-stained lips. “Baby, this is our life now. No shame, no fear. Just money, sex, and power. You’re the queen of this whorehouse.”

Tae, exhausted and glowing, whispered with a smile, “…And you’re my king.”

They kissed, messy and filthy, sealing their fate together.