Morning light spilled into the house, warm and innocent, as though the walls hadn’t heard Tae’s filthy moans just a few hours ago.

Chul came down from upstairs freshly showered, his face calm, carrying the air of a man who hadn’t spent half the night fucking his father’s maid like an animal in the guest room. His voice was light when he greeted his wife.

“Morning, Yuna.”

Yuna smiled sweetly, busy at the stove. “Morning. Sit, I’ll get you breakfast.”

Across the room, Tae floated about in a skimpy blouse and too-short skirt, humming while she set the table. She looked the part of the obedient maid, hair tied up neatly, sleeves rolled, but the way the blouse clung to her breasts, the way the skirt rose dangerously high when she bent over—it wasn’t by accident.

Her eyes flicked up just once at Chul, the faintest smirk tugging her lips as she placed a bowl down. Pretend nothing happened, hmm?

Grandpa Kook shuffled in, leaning on his cane, smiling at Tae. “Ahh… good girl, always taking care of me.” He patted her arm warmly, utterly unaware that the woman he trusted had been riding his son’s cock the night before.

“Of course, Grandpa,” Tae purred, bowing her head respectfully—but when she straightened, her gaze slid across the table to Chul. His jaw clenched when he saw the teasing glimmer in her eyes.

Then Yuna broke the air with her cheerful voice.

“Guess what? Our Jeongguk is coming home for a few days!”

Tae blinked, caught off guard. “Jeongguk?”

Yuna beamed, setting down a steaming pot. “Yes! He called last night. He’s been studying so hard in college. He said he misses us—and he’ll be here this evening.”

Tae’s fingers tightened around the tray she held. Jeongguk. The grandson. Her lips parted slightly, her mind already painting a picture: a young man, strong, full of restless energy, maybe with the same sharp jaw as his father, the same confident eyes.

Heat coiled low in her belly at the thought. A new cock. Fresh, young, unspoiled.

Chul noticed instantly—the way her cheeks flushed faint pink, the way her thighs pressed together under the table, her tongue wetting her lips unconsciously. His gut twisted. She’s already thinking about him, isn’t she? This slut…

Leaning forward, he murmured low enough only she could hear.

“Don’t tell me you’re dripping already, just thinking about my boy.”

Tae kept her eyes on the rice bowl she set before Kook, her voice soft and syrupy.

“I wonder… if he’ll fuck me harder than you did, daddy.”

Chul’s nostrils flared. His hand tightened around his teacup so hard he nearly cracked it. She was playing with fire—again.

The rest of the day passed with tension thick in the air. Tae couldn’t focus on chores. She found herself changing outfits again and again—blouse too tight, skirt too short, even daring a tiny crop top when no one was looking. She caught herself daydreaming about a boy she hadn’t even met yet. Her nipples tingled at the thought of his lips on them, her thighs ached to be spread for him.

By evening, the sound of tires crunching outside made the whole family stir. Yuna rushed to the door, Kook shuffled behind her, Chul waiting with a firm, proud look.

The door swung open—

And Jeongguk stepped in.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair falling into his eyes. His t-shirt clung to his chest, showing off the kind of build only youth and discipline gave. His jeans hung low on his hips, a glimpse of strong thighs visible with every move.

“Mom!” he grinned, wrapping Yuna in a hug. “Dad.” He clasped Chul’s hand firmly. “Grandpa.” He bowed his head with respect.

Then his gaze shifted, landing on Tae.

She stood a little apart, her blouse a size too small, skirt riding indecently high. She clasped her hands in front of her, biting her lip softly as her eyes drank him in.

Jeongguk’s polite smile flickered. Just for a second, his eyes swept down her body, lingering at the curve of her breasts, the bare line of thigh. He looked away quickly, jaw tightening, ears faintly pink.

But Tae saw it. She always saw it.

She stepped forward with her sweetest smile, her voice velvet soft.

“You must be Jeongguk. I’ve… been waiting to meet you.”

Her words hung in the air longer than they should have. Yuna, oblivious, tugged him toward the table, chattering away. Grandpa Kook shuffled after them.

Chul lingered in the doorway, watching Tae’s gaze follow his son’s back hungrily. He clenched his fists. The slut wasn’t even hiding it now.

And Tae… her mind was already racing.

Grandpa’s cock… Daddy’s cock… Now the grandson too. I’ll make him mine.