That night, after the awkward dinner had wound down—with Tae still buzzing from her public orgasm, her naked body hastily covered by a thrown blanket—Minho cleared his throat, glancing at his father across the living room. The air was thick with unspoken tension, though Minho seemed blissfully unaware, chalking up Tae’s “episode” to the mysterious fertility treatments. “Dad, it’s getting late. Why don’t you stay over? We have the guest room ready—save you the drive.”

Jungkook leaned back on the couch, his muscular frame relaxed, but his dark eyes flicked to Tae with a hidden smirk. “Of course, son. I’d love to. Family sticks together, right?” His voice was smooth, laced with double meaning that only Tae caught, making her plugged pussy clench under the blanket. She nodded weakly, her porcelain skin still flushed from earlier, her massive tits barely concealed.