Jungkook hadn’t slept the night before. His stomach twisted in knots, not just from nerves about court — but from the image of Tae, moaning on cafeteria tables, dripping cum into bowls while hundreds of men laughed and cheered.

He wanted to puke every time he thought of it. But he also knew: this was his chance. If he didn’t get out now, he might never.

When Tae slipped into his cell that morning, she looked the same as always these days — tits barely covered by her thin top, thighs glistening faintly from use, a lazy smile on her lips.

“Baby…” she cooed, crawling onto his bunk, straddling his lap.

Jungkook forced a smile, cupping her cheek. His heart screamed at him, but his voice came out soft, sweet, practiced. “Tae… I love you.”

Her eyes lit up. She kissed him hungrily, tongue sliding into his mouth, tasting like someone else’s cum. He forced himself not to gag.

Pulling back, he stroked her hair. “Baby, I need you today. It’s my trial. If you want me free… if you want us back together, like we used to be… you’ll talk to Bang for me. You’ll do whatever it takes.”

Her pussy clenched just from his words. She was already wet, her breath shaky. “Anything, baby. You know I’ll do anything for you.”

Later, in the warden’s office, Tae sat across from Bang, legs spread wide, no panties beneath her dress. Bang’s eyes lingered on her glistening slit, smirking.

“So,” he said slowly, puffing on his cigar, “the boyfriend wants freedom, does he? Cute. Naïve.”

“He deserves it,” Tae said quickly, leaning forward, her tits nearly spilling out. “Please, sir. You promised to help him.”

Bang chuckled darkly. “Promised? No, slut. I promised protection. But freedom? That costs more.”

Tae licked her lips. “I’ll pay.”

His eyes narrowed with lust. “Oh, you’ll pay. But not with money. With that pussy. With that mouth. With every hole you’ve got. Not just here, either. Judges. Lawyers. The DA. You’ll sit in that courtroom and spread for whoever I say. You’ll moan while they fuck you raw in their robes and suits. And maybe—maybe—your little boyfriend will walk free.”

Tae’s breath hitched, pussy dripping onto the chair. She rubbed her thighs together, already soaking. “Yes. Yes, sir. I’ll do it. I’ll fuck them all.”

Bang leaned back, grinning. “God, you’re a perfect slut. Your boy’s trial will be the filthiest courtroom this city’s ever seen.”

That night, she returned to Jungkook’s cell, her body trembling with excitement. She threw herself at him, kissing him, grinding her dripping pussy against his thigh.

“Baby,” she moaned, “Bang said he can do it. He can get you free. But I have to… I have to fuck them. The lawyers, the judge—anyone he tells me to. Do you want me to?”

Jungkook froze, bile rising in his throat. The thought of her being used by those men made him sick. But his desperation spoke louder. He cupped her face, faking tenderness.

“Yes, baby,” he whispered. “Do it for me. For us.”

Her eyes rolled back, and she came right there, squirting across his pants.

“I’ll do it, baby,” she gasped, clinging to him. “I’ll fuck them all, and I’ll get you out. You’ll see.”

And as she moaned in his arms, drunk on the idea of being passed around a courtroom full of powerful men… Jungkook turned his face away, his heart hollow, his disgust buried deep.

If this is what it takes to get free, he thought bitterly, then so be it.