The next morning, Tae dressed in the tiniest dress she owned—sheer, short, her boobs heavy and uncontained underneath, her nipples already pressing through. Soobin held her hand the whole ride to the studio, whispering encouragement, though his cock stayed hard just imagining what was about to happen.

When they arrived, Tae gasped. The building was discreet from the outside, but inside—bright lights, cameras, men everywhere. Almost every one of them was tall, broad, muscled, young, older, some black- haired, some gray-haired, some bald, but all with hungry eyes when they looked at her.