Tae strutted up to the high iron gates of the prison, her heels clicking on the pavement. She wore a tiny black dress that hugged her breasts so tight her cleavage practically spilled out, the hem riding high enough that every guard’s head turned as she walked in. Her white skin glowed under the harsh sun, pink lips glossy, a sinful pout that had broken more hearts than she could count.

She told herself she was here for Jungkook—her boyfriend, locked up for fighting. But the way her thighs rubbed together under her dress told another story.

The guards led her straight to the warden’s office. Bang Shihyuk sat behind his massive desk, a thick man in his fifties with a heavy belly stretching his shirt buttons. His eyes, small and greedy, roamed over her body the moment she stepped in. He didn’t even hide it.

“So… you’re Jungkook’s girl,” he said, voice slow, like he was tasting the words. His gaze lingered on her breasts, then slid down her legs. “I see why he fought so hard to keep you.”

Tae crossed her legs, flashing a peek of her thighs. She gave him a sly smile. “I just want to help him… he doesn’t belong here.”

Bang leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, his face lusty and amused. “Help doesn’t come free, little girl. Your boyfriend needs protection… privileges. I can give him that.” He let the words hang heavy. “But you’ll have to give me something in return.”

Tae tilted her head, feigning innocence, though her nipples were already hard under the thin fabric. “Something… like what?”

He smirked. “From tomorrow, you’ll join the prison kitchen. Officially, you’ll be cooking.” His eyes dragged over her curves one more time. “But when I call for you… you’ll be helping me. Personally.”

Her thighs pressed together, heat flooding between them. She should have felt disgusted, but instead her body throbbed with excitement. The thought of this powerful old man using her, of betraying Jungkook in the dirtiest way, made her wet.

She licked her lips slowly. “If that’s what it takes to help Kook… I’ll do it.”

Bang’s grin widened, greedy and satisfied. He leaned back in his chair, hands rubbing his belly as he drank in the sight of her. “Good girl. Report tomorrow morning. And keep that dress—it suits you.”

Tae walked out of the office, her heart racing, her pussy damp in her panties. She had come to save her boyfriend. But now she was already craving what tomorrow would bring.