That night, after a tense family dinner in the grand dining hall, the Jeon men retired to their rooms, the mansion falling into a hushed silence broken only by the distant hum of the city lights beyond the windows. Tae had barely been able to look at Daddy Kook across the table, her porcelain cheeks flushing every time their eyes met, the memory of his thick cock in her mouth and between her tits making her plump pink pussy clench under her slutty little black dress—a low-cut number that hugged her massive tits and barely covered her juicy ass, the hem riding up as she served dessert. Jungkook had smirked subtly, his dark eyes lingering on her curves, but said nothing, while Dohyun chatted obliviously about work, and Grandpa Gguk grumbled about the food being too bland. Tae excused herself early, heart racing, but she couldn’t skip her nightly ritual: delivering a warm glass of milk to Grandpa’s room before bed. It was her way of being the perfect daughter-in-law, a sweet gesture that always earned her a fond pat on the head—or sometimes, on her thigh.