The days blurred into a haze of domestic bliss and hidden heat for Tae, her role as the woman of the Jeon mansion solidifying with each passing hour. She flitted through the grand halls in her signature slutty attire—a skimpy pink tank top that strained against her massive tits, the thin straps digging into her porcelain skin, and a pair of tiny denim shorts that rode up her thick ass cheeks, leaving her plump pink pussy barely concealed by the frayed edges. No bra, as always, her nipples poking through like eager beacons, and her pink lips glossed to perfection, ready to curve into that innocent smile that masked her growing depravity. She managed the household with effortless grace: ordering fresh linens for the guest rooms, planning the week’s menus with the chefs (bending over the counter to taste samples, her ass on full display), and checking in on Grandpa Gguk with trays of tea, perching on his lap as he patted her thigh fondly. Dohyun, her loving husband, was grateful but distant, his work consuming him as he dealt with the fallout of Mina’s betrayal. “You’re amazing, Tae,” he’d murmur each night, kissing her forehead before rolling over, leaving her pussy aching and unsatisfied.