Strong arms lifted Tae—Namjoon scooping her legs, Jungkook supporting her back—her naked body limp and trembling between them. Sand clung to her thighs, mixing with sticky traces of chili sauce and cum. Yoongi trailed behind, wiping a smear of mango rice from Tae’s trembling chin with a rough thumb. "Look at this mess," Jungkook muttered, his gaze tracing the angry red welts around her asshole.

Tae whimpered—every shift in their grip jolting pain through her bruised hips. Tears traced clean paths down her dirty cheeks. "Hurts," she whispered hoarsely, her throat raw from screaming. Yet… beneath the sting… a slick drip betrayed her—her swollen pussy glistening, still leaking coconut custard onto Jungkook’s forearm.