Jungkook was sitting on his new bunk, tearing into the hot meal he’d been given—real meat, buttered bread, even fruit. He still couldn’t believe how much his life had changed since Tae showed up.

Two other inmates sat nearby, whispering, their eyes darting toward him.

“Lucky bastard,” one muttered.

“Yeah, if he only knew…” the other smirked.

Jungkook frowned. “What?”

The first man shrugged. “Nothing. Just… word is, there’s a new kitchen slut. Real pretty thing. Big tits, fat ass. Everyone’s had a taste.”

The second laughed low. “Even the guards say the food comes with extra seasoning.”

Jungkook’s brows knitted, his heart thudding. He forced a laugh, shaking it off, but unease twisted in his chest. No way… not Tae. She’s doing this for me. For us.

Meanwhile, across the yard, Tae was already on display.

The warden had ordered her out into the open space during free time. The sun blazed down, bouncing off the tall fences, the whole prison buzzing with noise—until Tae stepped onto the yard in nothing but a thin white tank top cut short under her breasts and a skirt so tiny it barely covered her ass.

Every inmate stopped. Conversations died. Heads turned.

Bang smirked, strutting behind her like a proud owner showing off his prize. “Gentlemen,” he announced loudly, “today’s entertainment.”

Before she could even blink, two guards grabbed her arms, dragging her to a bench in the center of the yard. Her skirt was yanked up, panties stripped down. The crowd roared as her glistening pussy was bared for everyone to see.

Tae’s face flushed, her body trembling with need. She spread her legs wider on her own, licking her lips. “Who’s first?” she teased, voice dripping sin.

The yard erupted.

An inmate shoved her down onto the bench, pushing inside her with a growl. Tae screamed in pleasure, her tits bouncing as he fucked her hard under the open sky. Others gathered around, stroking themselves, spitting filthy comments.

“Goddamn, look at her tits bounce.”

“She’s fucking louder than the alarms.”

“Better than any whore I’ve ever paid for.”

The next shoved into her mouth, gagging her with his cock while the first one pounded her pussy. Drool and sweat dripped down her chin, her eyes rolled back. She squirted suddenly, spraying across the bench, soaking the inmate’s thighs.

“Holy fuck, she just squirted on me!” he shouted, laughing.

Bang sat on another bench, smoking calmly, watching like a king while his slut was passed from one man to the next. Guards stood around, not stopping it, only smirking. This was his power, his control.

By the time the sun dipped, Tae was a mess on the bench—tank top ripped open, tits hanging free, skirt torn, pussy leaking cum, thighs bruised from countless hands.

The yard buzzed with filthy satisfaction, every inmate grinning, every guard smug. And Bang finally stood, walking over, grabbing her chin to lift her dazed face.

“You did well, slut,” he said loudly enough for all to hear. “Now they all know—you belong to this prison.”

Tae moaned softly, her pussy twitching, still hungry.

And across the yard, Jungkook sat in his privileged cell, staring at the untouched food on his tray, his stomach tight, the whispers ringing in his ears.

Kitchen slut. Everyone’s had a taste.

He shook his head hard, forcing himself to believe. No. Not Tae. She’d never…

But deep down, doubt was already crawling in.