The days after the toy delivery blurred into a haze of pure, aching lust.

Every night, Tae’s streams grew filthier. She’d wear the crotchless sets Kook sent, clamp her nipples until they throbbed purple, stuff both holes with vibrating toys while moaning louder than ever: “My naughty uncle is controlling everything tonight, daddies… he’s making his little niece cum like a desperate whore.” Tips exploded. She’d squirt in arcs, sing even nastier made-up songs about wanting “Uncle’s fat cock to breed me raw,” all while knowing he was watching, stroking, commanding the vibrations from his phone.