The heavy door creaked as Tae stepped out of the interrogation room. Her hair was messy, her lips swollen, her uniform blouse and skirt clinging damply to her skin with sweat. Her thighs trembled with the remnants of what had just happened. Jungkook was still inside, cuffed again, but he wore that cocky smirk — the kind of smirk that told everyone he hadn’t broken, hadn’t given up the truth.

All eyes in the station turned to Tae. The junior officers couldn’t even look straight — they all knew exactly what she had tried, what she had used, and failed. Her blouse gaped just enough to show the top of her bra, and her skirt rode too high to hide her thighs. She looked every inch the department’s notorious slut.

Captain Min stepped forward, arms crossed, jaw tight. His eyes dragged over Tae, and the vein in his neck throbbed. He didn’t bother hiding the way his glare lingered on her chest, her swollen lips, the blush still high on her cheeks.

“Did you get anything?” he asked, voice sharp.

Tae bit her lip, head dropping, ashamed and aroused at once. “…No, Captain.”

The silence in the room was thick. Then— SMACK. His palm landed hard on her ass in front of everyone. Tae gasped, clutching her mouth, her breasts bouncing at the sudden sting. The younger officers shifted uncomfortably, some hiding their arousal, others pretending to look away.

“You stupid, useless slut,” Captain Min growled, gripping her arm tight and dragging her across the hall. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Getting fucked by your ex just to get nothing out of him?”

“C-Captain… ahhh—!” Tae whimpered, stumbling in her heels as his hand clamped around her ass again, squeezing like he owned it.

He shoved her into his chamber, slamming the door behind them. Tae staggered forward, chest heaving, and turned around just in time to see his dark glare.

“You think I didn’t notice?” he spat. “You think I didn’t hear you two talking in there? Your little history? Exes?” His voice dripped venom and jealousy. “No wonder you spread your legs so wide for him.”

“Captain…” Tae’s voice broke, her thighs pressing together as wetness gushed again at his tone. “I-I was only trying to do my job…”

He stalked toward her, grabbing her chin so hard her lips parted in a moan. “Your job?” he sneered. “Your job is to do what I tell you. And I’m telling you—Jungkook rots in that cell until he spits the truth. I don’t care if you fuck him a hundred times, you hear me? He’s never getting out.”

Her eyes widened, her chest rising and falling. “N-no matter what…?”

“No matter what,” Captain Min said firmly. Then he shoved her back against his desk, her ass knocking papers to the floor. His body loomed over hers, his mouth ghosting her ear. “And as for you, slut… tonight, you’re mine. Every hole. Every scream. You think I’ll let that bastard be the last one to touch you? Not a fucking chance.”

Tae gasped, her nipples hardening under her ruined blouse, her pussy soaking through her panties. “Captain…” she whispered, trembling.

“Shut up,” he growled, tearing open her blouse so her bra spilled open, her huge tits bouncing free. He slapped one so hard it made her squeal, then buried his face in them, biting and sucking with pure jealousy.

His hands roamed everywhere—up her skirt, around her ass, pinching her nipples, smacking her thighs. Tae moaned shamelessly, writhing against his desk, her head thrown back.

“Y-yes Captain… mmm… use me… I’m your slut…” she babbled, drooling at the corners of her mouth.

“Damn right you are,” he snarled, yanking down his zipper. “And I’m going to fuck you until you forget his name.”

He dragged her out later that night, not even caring if the others whispered about it. He needed her. Needed to fuck her stupid, needed to hear her scream his name, needed to bury himself so deep inside her that Jungkook would be erased from her mind.

And Tae… she loved every filthy second of it.