The next morning, the Jeon house was unusually quiet.

Chul and Yuna had both left early for the office, leaving only Grandpa Kook, Jeongguk, and Tae at home.

Tae smiled to herself as she helped Kook finish breakfast, her blouse already straining at the buttons, her skirt riding high up her thighs. She fed him gently, stroked his hand, whispered sweet words until his eyelids drooped heavy with sleep. Soon enough, he was dozing in his armchair, blanket pulled over him.

“Rest well, Grandpa,” she whispered, kissing his cheek softly—before her lips curved into a wicked grin.

Now the real fun begins.

Jeongguk was sprawled on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He wore a loose white t-shirt and grey sweatpants that clung low to his hips. His hair was messy, his face still soft from youth, but his body screamed man.

Tae sauntered in, her heels clicking lightly against the floor. Today she’d chosen a maid dress even sluttier than usual: the neckline plunging so deep her heavy breasts looked like they were ready to spill out, the skirt short enough that her thong peeked every time she bent.

“Jeongguk,” she purred, her voice dripping with honey. “Do you want something to drink? Coffee? Juice?”

He glanced up, startled. His eyes darted to her cleavage before he quickly looked back down at his phone. “Uh—water’s fine, thanks.”

Tae giggled softly. She walked to the kitchen, deliberately swaying her hips, the skirt bouncing with every step. She bent down to grab a glass from the lower shelf, her round ass in a tiny thong pointing straight at him.

Jeongguk’s throat bobbed. He forced himself to look back at his phone. Don’t. Don’t stare. She’s just the maid. She’s—

Tae returned with the glass, brushing her bare thigh against his knee as she handed it over.

“Here you go, baby.”

He stiffened. “Th-thanks.”

She sat beside him, far too close, crossing her legs so her skirt rode up scandalously high. Her perfume wrapped around him, sweet and sinful.

“So…” she tilted her head, lips curling, “your mom tells me you’re doing so well in college.”

“Uh—yeah. Trying my best.” He shifted uncomfortably, every inch of him aware of how her breast brushed his arm as she leaned closer.

“Mmh,” she hummed, running her finger lazily over the rim of the glass in his hand. “Such a good boy. Smart… handsome…” her eyes dipped low, lingering on the outline of his cock in those sweatpants, “…and big, I bet.”

Jeongguk almost choked on his drink. “W-what?”

Tae giggled, covering her mouth with mock innocence. “Oops, did I say that out loud?” She leaned in, her lips almost brushing his ear, voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I meant—you’ve grown so big. Strong. Your grandpa must be so proud.”

Her hand “accidentally” brushed his thigh as she shifted, her nails grazing over the hardening bulge beneath the fabric.

Jeongguk’s breath hitched. His fists clenched, trying not to react. “T-Tae… you—shouldn’t—”

“Oh, come on,” she cooed, her hand lingering, rubbing slowly up his thigh. “Don’t tell me no one’s ever touched you here before. You’re too delicious for that.”

“Tae…” His voice was low, warning, but his cock was betraying him, straining against the fabric.

She smiled wickedly, licking her lips as she leaned even closer, her tits pressing against his arm now.

“You know…” she whispered, “…your daddy fucked me. Your grandpa too. And now…” her tongue flicked over his earlobe, “…I want the grandson.”

Jeongguk’s eyes widened, his chest heaving. He pushed off the couch abruptly, standing with his back to her, his fists tight at his sides.

“Y-you’re insane,” he muttered, though his cock was painfully obvious, tenting his sweatpants.

Tae stood slowly, smoothing down her dress, stepping behind him. Her hands slid up his back, her tits pressing against him from behind.

“Maybe.” She purred in his ear. “But I’ll make you come harder than you’ve ever dreamed, baby boy.”

Her hand snaked around his waist, fingers just brushing the thick bulge beneath his pants. He groaned, his hips jerking away instinctively—but not too far.

She giggled, licking her lips as she pulled back, leaving him panting and trembling.

“Think about it,” she teased, swaying her hips as she sauntered off toward the kitchen again.

Jeongguk stood frozen in the living room, cock throbbing, her words echoing in his head. Grandpa. Dad. Me…?

He swallowed hard, sweat beading on his forehead. He’d never wanted anything so badly—and never felt so guilty for it.

From the kitchen, Tae hummed a happy tune, her pussy wet and dripping just imagining how soon she’d have the grandson too.