The weekdays became a rhythm. Every morning, Chul and Yuna left for work, leaving the huge mansion in silence. Except it wasn’t silent—because Tae was there. And Tae knew she had Grandpa Kook all to herself.

She leaned against the doorway of his room the first morning after they left, dressed in nothing but a lacy black bra and a matching thong. The thin straps clung to her soft white skin, and her breasts sat heavy and round, spilling over the cups. The thong disappeared between the swell of her ass, leaving nothing to imagination.