Late at night, the house was silent. Minjun and Yeji were asleep in their bedroom, the hallway dark except for the dim glow of Tae’s phone screen.

In her own room, Tae stood naked before the mirror, her long hair falling over her shoulders, her skin glowing pale white under the soft light. She puckered her pink lips in a pout, phone held up, snapping selfie after selfie.

The first photo was of her big breasts, round and heavy, nipples already hard from excitement. She held them up with both hands, pressing them together so the cleavage looked deep and obscene, her face cropped out of the frame. Click.

Next, she turned around, arching her back so her fat ass looked impossibly huge in the mirror. She glanced over her shoulder, lips parted in a naughty smirk, her pussy peeking between her thighs. Click.

Then she lay on her bed, spreading her legs wide, snapping the most obscene one yet — her fat pink pussy glistening, swollen, begging to be touched. She angled the phone so it looked shameless but still sexy, her hand tracing along her slit as she moaned softly at her own reflection. Click.

She rolled onto her back, legs wide open, breasts falling to the side, stomach flat, pussy wet and pink. Click. Another picture, this time zoomed in close on her pussy lips parted with her fingers.

By now her phone gallery was full of filth — her body in every angle, breasts bouncing, ass spread, pussy wet. Tae giggled, biting her lip, her heart racing.

That’s when the idea struck her.

What if I send these to someone…?

Her eyes widened at her own thought. She moaned softly, covering her mouth as the thrill rushed through her body. “Oh my god, Tae, you’re such a slut,” she whispered to herself, giggling. The thought alone made her pussy throb.

Not to anyone she knew — that was too risky. But a stranger? A random number? Someone who didn’t know her, but would see her body, jerk off to it… the idea made her nipples ache.

“Wrong number,” she whispered, imagining how she’d play it off. “Oops… sorry…”

She couldn’t resist.

She scrolled to “new message,” typed a random ten digits, and attached one of the filthiest pictures — her lying back in bed, legs open wide, her big breasts on display, fat pink pussy wet and shining. No face, only her body.

Her finger hovered over “send.” Her heart thumped in her chest. “You are such a dirty slut, Tae,” she whispered. Then she pressed it.

Sent.

She squealed, throwing the phone aside, rolling on her bed naked, laughing softly into her pillow. The thrill made her whole body tingle. Who would see it? A man? A woman? Old? Young? Would they reply? Would they block her? She bit her lip, pussy dripping on the sheets, her stomach twisting with excitement.

On the other side of the city, Jungkook was just about to sleep. The tall, broad man sat on the edge of his massive bed, shirtless, muscles flexing as he scrolled through some late-night emails. Then his phone buzzed.

A message. Unknown number.

He frowned, opening it.

And froze.

On his screen was a young woman’s body — naked, spread wide on a bed. Heavy round breasts, nipples hard, flat stomach, fat pink pussy glistening. No face, but it didn’t matter. It was the sluttiest, filthiest nude he had ever received in his life.

Jungkook’s cock hardened instantly, pressing painfully against his sweatpants. He rubbed his jaw, eyes glued to the screen. He could tell this wasn’t some professional photo — it was raw, real, dripping with filth.

He didn’t even think. Instead of replying with Who is this? or Wrong number, his fingers typed fast, his cock throbbing as he sent back two words:

“Show me more.”

Back in her room, Tae’s phone buzzed.

She grabbed it, curious, expecting maybe anger, or confusion. Instead, she read the reply.

Her eyes widened. Her heart skipped.

Show me more.

Her breath caught in her throat. “Oh my god,” she whispered, hand flying to her mouth. A deep shiver ran through her body. She moaned softly, her pussy clenching, dripping onto her sheets.

The idea had worked. Whoever it was, they weren’t angry. They wanted more.

Her nipples were rock hard, her thighs squeezing together. She bit her lip, rolling onto her back, legs spreading wide again. She lifted her phone, snapping another slutty angle, her pussy wet and open, her face hidden but her lips parted in a moan.

She giggled through her heavy breathing, already feeling like she was crossing into something dangerous. You’re such a slut, Tae, she thought, moaning as her fingers slipped between her thighs.

And she had no idea that on the other side, the man who wanted more… was her father’s old friend.