"Are you sure this dress isn't... too much?" Tae tugged at the hem, the silk sliding against her thighs. Her reflection showed pink nipples pressing against the flimsy fabric, the curve of her ass barely contained.

Her mother waved a dismissive hand, adjusting her own plunging neckline. "Nonsense, darling. The Jeons appreciate boldness. Think of the estate. The private jets." She leaned closer, whispering, "And Jungkook’s shoulders in that suit? Divine."

The doorbell chimed, sharp and insistent. Tae’s pulse jumped. She smoothed damp palms down her hips, the air suddenly thick with anticipation. Her father practically sprinted to the foyer, beaming. "Welcome! Welcome to our humble home!"

The Jeons filled the doorway like royalty. Jungkook stood tallest, muscles straining against his tailored jacket, dark eyes locking onto Tae with predatory heat. Beside him, his mother, Mimi, shimmered in a sheer gown that left nothing to imagination—heavy breasts swaying, hips flaring. His father, Yoongi, radiated power in a crisp suit, gaze already stripping Tae bare. And behind them, Grandpa Jeongguk leaned on a fancy cane, eyes sharp and hungry beneath wiry brows.

They settled in the living room, the velvet couch groaning under their collective weight. Compliments flowed—about the chandelier, the champagne—but Tae felt every Jeon eye tracing her body: the swell of her cleavage, the dip of her waist, the way the dress clung to her plump ass. Jungkook’s knuckles whitened on his knee. Mimi fanned herself, lips parted. Yoongi’s smile didn’t reach his calculating stare.

Then Grandpa Jeongguk rasped, "Sweetheart. Come here." His voice brooked no refusal. Tae rose, silk whispering against her bare skin beneath—no panties, no bra. She felt the cool air kiss her exposed folds as she stepped forward. "Sit," he commanded, patting his bony thigh.

She perched gingerly on his lap. His hand slid beneath her skirt, rough fingers finding her naked mound.

A gasp escaped her as he parted her plump lips, probing deep into her wetness. "Tight little cunt," he announced, pleased. His other hand gripped her ass cheek, thumb circling her clenched hole. Tae shuddered, a moan trembling in her throat.

The family leaned in, breaths held. Yoongi nodded slowly. Mimi sighed, almost wistful. Jungkook’s jaw clenched, nostrils flaring.

"Perfect," Jeongguk declared, withdrawing his glistening fingers. He smeared Tae’s slick across her thigh. "The wedding will proceed." Relief and something darker flooded Tae’s veins. Jungkook finally smiled—sharp, possessive.