Tae collapsed against Jungkook’s chest after their last orgasm, her body spent and trembling, pussy still clenching around his softening cock. The room was thick with the scent of sex—sweat, cum, and tears. Minjun lay slumped on the floor, groaning faintly from the beating, his face bruised and bloody, eyes half-closed in pain and defeat. Jungkook held Tae close, kissing her forehead softly. “You’re free now, baby… but I’m not done yet. He needs to see it all—one last time.”

Tae looked up at him, eyes wide but trusting. “Kookie… what do you mean?”