The clang of metal trays and the stench of boiled food hit Tae the moment she walked into the prison kitchen. She wasn’t dressed like the other kitchen staff in their shapeless uniforms. No—Tae came in wearing a skintight white dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, her cleavage threatening to spill out, hem riding high so every step teased her thighs.

The moment the inmates caught sight of her, the kitchen roared alive with whistles and laughter.

“Fuckin’ hell, look at those tits.”

“Baby girl, bend over the sink for me.”

“She’s too fine to be in here—warden’s little treat, huh?”

Their voices dripped with hunger, and Tae felt their eyes burning into her body as she walked past, pretending not to notice. But she did notice. Every stare, every filthy comment made her thighs squeeze together, made her pussy dampen under her panties. She liked being ogled.

At the far end of the kitchen, Jungkook turned from the dish line—and froze. His dark eyes widened the moment he saw her, and in seconds he was striding toward her, brushing off the other inmates.

“Tae,” he breathed, his hands grabbing her waist before anyone could stop him. He kissed her hard, right there in front of everyone—wet, filthy, desperate. His tongue pushed into her mouth, teeth clashing against hers, and she clung to his prison shirt like she’d die if she let go.

Inmates cheered and groaned, some laughing, others shouting, “Lucky bastard!”

When they broke apart, Jungkook’s lips were swollen, his eyes feverish. “What the hell are you doing here, baby? You shouldn’t even be in this place.”

Tae smirked, brushing her thumb over his lip. “I got a job here. Kitchen staff. This way I can see you every day.” She leaned closer, whispering against his mouth, “And maybe I can find a way to get you out.”

Jungkook’s eyes softened instantly. Naïve, hopeful. “You… you’d do that for me?”

She kissed him again, slow and dirty, her tongue sliding against his. “Of course. You’re my man, Kook. I’ll do anything.”

What she didn’t tell him—what she couldn’t—was the deal she had already struck with Bang Shihyuk. That her body wasn’t just Jungkook’s anymore. That even now, standing in his arms, she was wet at the thought of being summoned to the warden’s office, of being used in ways her sweet, trusting boyfriend couldn’t imagine.

As Jungkook hugged her tightly, burying his face in her neck, Tae’s lips curved into a wicked little smile he didn’t see. She was here for him. But she was also here for herself.

Tomorrow—or maybe even tonight—the warden would call. And Tae would answer.