Jeongguk watched, transfixed, his hand still rubbing Tae’s hypersensitive clit. His eyes burned with a possessive fury. "Good girl," he murmured, leaning down to lick the sweat from her temple. "Made such a mess for him." He pulled his wet fingers away, holding them up, slick with her combined juices. "See?" He showed Jungkook. "*My* wife’s cream." He then smeared the wetness across Tae’s swollen lower lip. "Taste it."

Tae obeyed instinctively, tongue flicking out, tasting salt, musk, and the faint metallic tang of her own release. Her eyes, heavy-lidded, met Jeongguk’s. A shudder ran through her. Jungkook shifted, pulling his softening cock free with a wet pop. A trickle of white immediately leaked onto the soaked sheets.