The week passed slowly. Every single day, a new, carefully picked gift arrived from the Jeon family.

First, there was lingerie so revealing it was barely there, made of lace as thin as a spiderweb. Then, there were special oils that promised to make her skin shimmer. And finally, the box containing her wedding outfit arrived.

The box looked plain and ordinary, but what was inside was anything but. Nestled in soft tissue paper was the dress. It was hard to even call it a dress.

It was more of an idea, a suggestion. It was tiny, made of a see-through, sparkling mesh with little crystals sewn onto it. It didn't hide anything about her body; it only seemed to highlight it.

The top was just two thin straps that met in a V-shape below her collarbone, and then there was nothing but her bare skin until a single, fragile-looking crystal chain sat around her waist. The skirt was shorter than any pair of underwear, leaving her completely exposed from the waist down.

Every part of her was visible through the sheer mesh. Even the slightest movement promised to put everything on display.

With the dress were a pair of high heels, also covered in crystals. They were designed to force her to stand in a way that pushed her hips forward, making her walk with a constant, swaying motion.

Tae reached out and touched the cool, glittering mesh, her hand shaking. A part of her felt a thrill of excitement, but a deeper, older feeling of fear churned in her stomach. This was what she would wear to get married.

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The Jeon family's private chapel was buzzing with the low sounds of a waiting crowd. Colorful light from the stained-glass windows fell on the shiny floor. The air was heavy with the smell of expensive perfume and a sense of barely hidden hunger.

Every seat was taken by Jungkook's family, friends, and business partners, all of them watching the large doorway with eager eyes.

At the front of the chapel, standing in a beam of golden light, was Jungkook. He looked incredibly handsome in a crisp white suit that showed off his strong body. But his face showed pure, wild anticipation as he stared at the door.

His parents stood beside him. His father, Yoongi, looked smug and in control, while his mother, Mimi, was practically shaking with excitement. In a special chair at the very front sat his grandfather, his sharp eyes missing nothing.

The organ music suddenly swelled, a deep sound that shook the room. Everyone seemed to hold their breath at once.

Then, Tae appeared in the doorway. A wave of quiet gasps swept through the chapel, followed by a hushed, almost worshipful silence. She was a shocking vision.

The crystal dress clung to her every curve, making her skin gleam as if it were lit from within. Her full breasts moved gently with each step, her nipples hard and visible through the sparkling mesh.

The tiny skirt hid nothing, revealing the round shape of her bottom and the full, pink lips of her most intimate place.

Her walk, forced by the high heels, was a slow, deliberate sway. With every step, her hips pushed forward, causing the ass cheeks to part and then come back together, offering everyone a rhythmic, tantalizing view.

A soft, collective groan rose from the men in the first few rows as she passed them. Their eyes devoured her. Jungkook's hands were clenched so tightly on the altar rail that his knuckles were white.

Finally, she reached him, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants. The scent of her own arousal hung thickly in the air between them.

The minister, an older man with heavy-lidded eyes, cleared his throat and began to speak.

"Do you, Jeon Jungkook," he said, his voice surprisingly firm, "take this woman, Tae, to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to cherish her body, to share the pleasures she gives freely with your family, and to keep her... holes... always open and welcoming to the Jeon bloodline?"

Jungkook's voice was a low, rough growl, filled with total ownership. "I do."

The minister then turned to Tae. "And do you, Tae, take Jeon Jungkook to be your husband? Do you promise to give your body completely to him and to his family? Do you vow to offer your body— your pussy, your ass, and your mouth-without any hesitation, for their pleasure and for bearing their children? Do you promise this, forsaking all others, now and forever?"

Tae's voice was shaky, high-pitched, and desperate with a mix of fear and sharp need. "I do."

They exchanged rings, heavy bands of gold that felt slick on their sweaty fingers.

Then, before she could react, Jungkook grabbed her. He pulled her hard against his body. His mouth came down on hers, but it wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a takeover.

His hands gripped her bare bottom, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, pulling her firmly against the hard bulge in his trousers.

The chapel exploded with loud cheers and hungry applause. The deep, vulgar kiss was a public show, a preview of what was to come later.

And Tae, her mind spinning, melted against him, moaning into his mouth, her own wetness soaking the thin mesh of the dress where their bodies met.