Tae always knew her beauty was her ticket out of the dull, poor life she was born into. Growing up, she would watch the rich girls in their designer clothes, dripping in jewelry, getting picked up in shiny cars. She hated them — but deep inside, she wanted to be them. By twenty-two, she had perfected the art of being a slutty fantasy: porcelain skin that glowed, glossy pink lips, tits so big they bounced in even the tightest tops, and an ass that filled every skirt like it was made just for her.

Her wardrobe was a collection of temptation — micro-mini skirts, sheer dresses, tight jeans cut so low her thong peeked out, and lace bras she wore like tops. When she walked down the street, men stared, women glared, and Tae smiled. She loved attention. But what she loved more was money.

That night, stretched across her tiny apartment bed, she opened her phone and downloaded a sugar-baby app. The kind where rich men hunted for pretty, young playthings. Perfect. Her fingers flew as she filled out her profile.

Name: Tae.

Age: 22.

Bio: “Sweet, naughty, and ready to spoil you with attention… if you spoil me right back. I like luxury, gifts, and being treated like a princess. Daddy, come play with your baby.”

She snapped a photo in front of her mirror — black lace lingerie hugging her big boobs, her thong tugged low on her hipbones, lips pouted pink. Another shot of her bent over, her fat pink pussy just barely covered. She uploaded them with no shame.

When she hit refresh, hundreds of men scrolled by. Old, boring, ugly. She was swiping lazily when one photo made her freeze.

Jeon Jungkook.

A name she already knew. He wasn’t just rich — he was loaded. A tycoon, owner of multiple businesses, handsome even at 48, with sharp eyes and a muscled body that screamed power. Tae’s heart raced. Fuck. If I could land him, my life is set.

She quickly Googled him, scrolling through articles about his empire, his expensive suits, his mansion. He was divorced. Alone. Vulnerable. A fucking goldmine. Tae grinned, biting her lip. “Jackpot.”

Without hesitation, she typed him a message.

“Hi Daddy 👅 Do you like what you see? I could be your perfect little baby… if you can handle me.”

Attached: a fresh selfie in pink lingerie, her boobs spilling out, her tongue teasing her lip.

Jungkook was sitting in his private study when the notification pinged. He didn’t usually check these apps. He didn’t need to. Women threw themselves at him daily. But when he opened Tae’s profile, his cock stirred instantly.

White skin, pink lips, curves that looked sculpted to be fucked. The kind of girl who screamed trouble — the kind he liked.

He smirked, running a hand over his jaw. “Why not?”

He typed back, short and direct, like a man who always got what he wanted.

“Come tomorrow evening. My guest house. Wear something slutty. Let’s see if you’re worth it.”

He dropped his address.

Tae squealed into her pillow, her pussy throbbing just reading it. She rolled over, scrolling through expensive handbags online already imagining him buying them for her. A Chanel bag here, a Cartier bracelet there. She didn’t care about him, only about the luxury life waiting for her.

Still, she couldn’t deny how wet she was. Jungkook was hot. And powerful. And she was about to be his slut.

The next day, Tae spent hours getting ready. She shaved smooth, slipped into red lace lingerie under a tiny black dress that clung to her tits and ass, heels that made her legs endless, and perfume that left her smelling expensive. Her phone buzzed — Jungkook reminding her of the time. Her stomach fluttered with excitement.

By evening, she was in an Uber, legs crossed, grinning wickedly at the thought of what was coming. The mansion gates opened for her, and she stepped out like she already belonged.

Inside the guest house, Jungkook was waiting. Black shirt, sleeves rolled up, veins running down his arms, his body still built like a fighter. His eyes scanned her up and down slowly, drinking her in.

“Good girl,” he said, voice deep. “You dressed just the way I like. Slutty.”

Tae smiled, biting her lip, her tits nearly spilling from her dress as she walked closer. She tilted her head, looking up at him with playful hunger.

“Anything for Daddy,” she purred. “So… do I get my gifts after I prove how good I can be?”

Jungkook’s lips curved in a smirk. He stepped closer, his hand gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Show me you’re worth spoiling first.”

Her pussy clenched. Her game had just begun.