The next morning, Jungkook’s life inside the prison suddenly changed.

Instead of the cold gruel he was used to, a tray piled high with meat, eggs, and fresh bread was slid into his cell. When he asked why, the guard only smirked. By noon, he was told to pack his things—he was being moved to a cleaner cell, one with a soft mattress, a working light, and even a small fan.

“Special privileges,” the guard said, winking. “The warden looks after his favorites.”

Jungkook grinned, clueless, his heart swelling. It’s Tae. She really did it. She’s already helping me.

Across the prison, in the kitchen, Tae was bent over the steel counter, her cheek pressed flat against the cold surface. The pot of stew bubbled and hissed, forgotten, burning to black as Bang Shihyuk slammed into her from behind, his heavy belly smacking her ass with every thrust.

“Fuck, this slut’s mine now,” Bang growled, his voice echoing off the tiled walls. He gripped her hips, pulling her back onto his cock until her pussy dripped down her thighs.

Tae moaned shamelessly, her breasts spilling out of her bra, nipples dragging against the steel, leaving wet smears of sweat. Her mouth hung open, drool dripping from her pink lips.

Around them, guards leaned on the counters, smirking, arms crossed, watching the warden claim her. A few inmates on kitchen duty stood frozen, jaws slack, hard-ons straining in their pants as they watched Jungkook’s girlfriend get fucked raw.

“Look at her cunt swallowing me,” Bang grunted, spanking her ass so hard her flesh rippled. “She was dripping before I even touched her. A slut like this doesn’t need a boyfriend—she needs a prison.”

The guards laughed, some muttering, “Damn, she’s taking him like a champ.”

“Fuckin’ hell, I’d kill for a turn.”

Tae’s pussy clenched tighter at the words, her body betraying her, squirting suddenly across the counter as she screamed. Her juices splashed the floor, soaking Bang’s thighs.

“Good whore,” Bang snarled, pumping harder, his thick cock battering her soaked pussy. “Burn the food, ruin the kitchen—I don’t care. Your job’s to keep me hard.”

Her voice broke, high-pitched and desperate, “Yes—yes—I’m yours—I’ll do anything—”

Bang grabbed her hair, yanking her head back so every guard and inmate could see her wrecked face, her eyes rolled back, mascara running, her mouth open in a filthy moan.

“See this bitch?” he roared. “She belongs to me now. And when I’m done, maybe I’ll let the rest of you taste her too.”

The kitchen erupted in cheers and laughter. Tae’s pussy gushed again, her body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her, uncaring that she was exposed, used, watched by everyone.

At that same moment, Jungkook sat in his new clean cell, eating his hot meal with a smile, grateful, hopeful—believing Tae was saving him.

He had no idea his girl was bent over a counter across the yard, dripping, moaning, being claimed like a public whore.