The next morning, the cafeteria was louder than ever. Word had spread fast. Every inmate wanted a seat at mealtime now, not just for food — but for her.

The double doors swung open, and there she was.

Tae.

Her apron was tied loose, strings barely holding. The white cloth fell open with every movement, flashing her tits, her ass, her swollen pussy already dripping down her thighs. There was nothing beneath. Not a single stitch.

She strutted in barefoot, carrying a tray of bowls balanced carefully, hips swaying. The room erupted in whistles and filthy cheers.

“Breakfast is served, boys,” one guard called out, laughing. “And so is the slut.”

Tae giggled, dropping to her knees. She crawled between the tables, placing bowls in front of inmates one by one. But each time she leaned forward, her tits brushed against arms, her ass lifted in the air, giving everyone a perfect view of her glistening cunt.

The men didn’t wait for permission. Hands groped her ass, fingers slipped into her pussy, mouths latched onto her tits as she bent to set down food. She moaned shamelessly at every touch, her apron falling completely open, her body bared to all.

“Fuck, she’s dripping on the floor already.”

“Best service I’ve ever had.”

“Goddamn, that pussy’s wetter than the soup.”

By the time she reached the second row, an inmate yanked her onto his lap, shoving her down on his cock. The tray clattered to the floor, bowls spilling stew, but no one cared — all eyes were locked on Tae bouncing on him, tits flying free, moaning while he stuffed her raw.

Two more men shoved their cocks against her mouth. She gagged, spit and slop running down her chin, but swallowed greedily, sucking them like candy.

And still she kept serving food — one hand balancing trays, the other jerking off cocks shoved into her face.

Jungkook sat at his privileged table, his meal untouched, his chest burning as he watched. His fists clenched, but the guards kept him seated, one hand heavy on his shoulder. “Eat, boy,” they sneered. “Your girlfriend’s working hard for this.”

Tae’s eyes found him, even as she was split open by another cock. She moaned, squirting suddenly across the table, soaking trays of bread and rice. The men cheered, dipping pieces of bread into the mess and eating like it was butter.

“Extra flavor,” one grinned, licking his fingers.

The guards hauled her up, crawling her across the tables now, her apron gone completely, her body naked and glistening with cum and sweat. Inmates grabbed her, using her holes as she passed — one shoving into her ass, another into her pussy, a third into her mouth. She was nothing more than a dish to be shared.

The room filled with the sound of clattering trays, moans, groans, and cheers. Guards stood by, laughing, some even unzipping and joining in.

By the time the meal ended, Tae was sprawled across the central table, covered head to toe — cum dripping from her tits, her belly sticky, her mouth overflowing, her pussy leaking a steady stream down the metal. Food was half-eaten, smeared with her juices, bowls tipped over and licked clean.

Bang finally stood, clapping once, his cigar glowing. “From now on,” he announced, his voice booming, “she serves every meal naked. You want food? You get her too. That’s the deal.”

The cafeteria roared with approval, fists pounding the tables, voices chanting again:

“SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!”

Tae moaned softly, eyes half-lidded, cum dripping from her lips as she whispered with a broken, blissful smile:

“Dinner’s on me…”

And Jungkook, trembling, his cock painfully hard despite the tears stinging his eyes, finally understood — he had lost her completely.