Tae’s mornings were always a fucking ritual, like she was prepping for war—but the kind where the weapons were her tits and ass instead of guns. At 30, she knew exactly what she had: skin so white it looked like fresh cream, lips naturally pink and plump like they’d been sucking cock all night, and a body that could make priests question their vows. She stood in front of her full-length mirror in her tiny apartment, the kind with peeling wallpaper and neighbors who banged on the walls when she moaned too loud during her “alone time.” Her boobs—god, they were massive, heavy DDs that bounced with every step, nipples always perky like they were begging for attention. And that ass? Round, juicy, the type that jiggled just right in tight skirts, making men trip over their own feet. But her pussy… oh, that was her secret weapon. Pink, fat lips that got slick at the slightest dirty thought, always shaved smooth because why hide perfection?

She smirked at her reflection, sliding into today’s outfit: a black pencil skirt so short it barely covered her thighs, hugging her curves like a second skin. No panties, of course—why bother when accidents happen? Topped it with a white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to show the lacy edge of her push-up bra, cleavage spilling out like an invitation. Heels that clicked like gunfire, making her ass pop even more. Tae wasn’t just beautiful; she was a walking fuck-me sign. Her life? A blur of one-night stands, teasing guys at bars until they were hard and desperate, then riding them until they begged for mercy. Work was just another playground. She’d bounced from job to job, always getting “let go” for being too distracting, but hey, the severance pay came with glowing recommendations from bosses who’d sampled the goods. Now, this new gig as personal assistant to some big-shot CEO? Perfect. Time to slut it up in corporate land.

Across town, in a penthouse that screamed old money, Jeon Jungkook—Kook to his inner circle—woke up to the smell of coffee and his wife’s soft humming from the kitchen. At 48, he was still a beast: tall, over 6’2”, muscles rippling under his tailored shirts from daily gym sessions that left younger guys panting. Handsome as fuck, with sharp features, dark hair streaked with silver that only made him hotter, and eyes that could pin you down without a word. He ran Jeon Enterprises like a dictatorship—tech empire worth billions, deals closed with a glare. But home? That was his sanctuary. Yeji, his wife of 25 years, was curled up beside him, her gentle smile the first thing he saw. She was good, pure—the kind of woman who baked cookies for their son’s college dorm and planned family vacations to Jeju. Kook adored her, really did; their sex was vanilla but sweet, once a week like clockwork.

He slipped out of bed, pulling on boxers that did nothing to hide the morning wood he sported—thick, veiny cock that had Yeji blushing even now. Downstairs, their son Jeon Jeongguk—Gguk—was already at the breakfast table, scrolling his phone. 23, college senior, built like his dad but with that youthful edge: same height, same chiseled jaw, dark hair tousled like he’d just rolled out of a hookup. Gguk was Kook’s pride—smart, athletic, already interning at the company on weekends. “Morning, Dad,” Gguk mumbled, eyes flicking up with that cocky grin. Kook ruffled his hair, sitting down as Yeji set plates of eggs and toast. “How’s the thesis coming, kid?” Kook asked, voice deep and commanding even at home. Gguk shrugged, “Kicking my ass, but I’ll crush it. Like you always say, no excuses.” Yeji laughed softly, kissing Kook’s cheek. “My boys, always so driven.” Kook squeezed her hand, but his mind was already on the office—meetings, mergers, and now, his old PA quitting. Pregnancy, she said. Fine, whatever. He’d find a replacement fast; he didn’t tolerate gaps in his schedule.

By 9 AM, Kook was in his corner office on the 50th floor, glass walls overlooking the city like he owned it all. His old assistant, Mina, waddled in—belly huge, glowing but exhausted. “Mr. Jeon, I’ve got your new PA ready. Tae. She’s… experienced.” Kook nodded curtly, not looking up from his laptop. “As long as she can handle the pace. Send her in.” Mina hesitated, then called out. The door opened, and in strutted Tae.

Holy fuck. The office went dead silent. Heads turned—young interns dropping coffee, senior execs adjusting their ties. Tae’s skirt rode up her thighs with every step, ass swaying like a hypnotist’s pendulum. Her blouse strained against those massive tits, nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. Lips painted a soft pink, smiling like she knew every dick in the room was twitching. “Good morning, everyone,” she purred, voice husky, like she’d just woken up from an orgasm. The young workers—guys in their 20s—stared openly, one whispering, “Damn, who’s the new slut?” Tae heard, winked at him, bending slightly to “adjust” her heel, flashing a glimpse of that bare, fat pussy under the skirt. Accident? Bullshit.

She knocked on Kook’s door, entering with a sway. Kook looked up—and froze. His cock stirred instantly, thickening against his slacks. Who the hell was this? Beauty like a p*rn star, body built for sin. “Mr. Jeon? I’m Tae, your new personal assistant.” Her voice dripped honey, eyes locking on his with a spark of mischief. Kook cleared his throat, forcing his face into that tough CEO mask. Controlling, always in charge—that was him. “Sit,” he barked, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. Tae did, crossing her legs slowly, skirt hiking up to show creamy thighs. “Mina briefed you?” he asked, voice gruff, trying not to stare at her cleavage heaving with each breath.

“Yes, sir,” Tae replied, leaning forward just enough to let her tits spill a bit more. “I’m here to handle everything you need. Schedules, calls… whatever makes your day easier.” Her pink lips curved into a smirk. Kook’s jaw tightened; he could smell her perfume, floral and musky, like sex in a bottle. “Good. I expect perfection. No fuck-ups. Your tasks: manage my calendar, screen calls, prepare reports by 5 PM daily. Travel arrangements—I’m flying to Tokyo next week. And coffee, black, no sugar.” He rattled it off like orders, but his eyes dipped to her lips, imagining them wrapped around his cock. Tae nodded, biting her lip. “Anything else, Mr. Jeon? I’m very… hands-on.”

He dismissed her with a wave, but as she stood, she “accidentally” knocked her notepad off the desk. “Oops,” she giggled, bending over right in front of him, ass up, skirt riding high enough to flash that pink, plump pussy—lips glistening slightly, like she was already wet. Kook’s breath hitched; his dick throbbed, hard as steel now. “Careful,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. Tae straightened slowly, turning with innocent eyes. “Sorry, sir. I’m so clumsy sometimes.” She sauntered out, leaving him adjusting his pants.

Over the next few days, Tae turned the office into her personal tease-fest. She’d flirt shamelessly with the young workers—leaning over a guy’s desk to “help” with a file, her tits brushing his arm. “Oh, you’re so strong, carrying all those boxes,” she’d coo to an intern, hand grazing his bicep, making him blush and stammer. Her outfits got sluttier: one day, a red dress that clung to every curve, low-cut enough that when she bent to pick up a “dropped” pen in the break room, her boobs nearly popped out, nipples hard and pink peeking through lace. The guys whispered, “Fuck, I’d wreck that pussy,” but loud enough for her to hear—and she’d just smile, licking her lips.

With Kook, it was all “accidents.” During a team meeting, she sat next to him, crossing and uncrossing her legs, flashing thigh and a hint of pussy each time. “Mr. Jeon, can you pass the agenda?” she’d ask sweetly, her foot “brushing” his under the table, rubbing up his calf. He shot her a glare, but his cock betrayed him, tenting his slacks. Then, the welcome meeting for her—whole exec team in his office. Tae stood to introduce herself, but oops, her pen rolled under Kook’s desk. “Let me get that,” she said, dropping to her knees right there, crawling under on all fours. Ass up, skirt flipping to show everything: that fat, pink pussy winking at him, lips puffy and slick, like she’d been fingering herself in the bathroom. She took her sweet time “searching,” wiggling her hips, moaning softly like it was effort. “It’s so hard to reach… mmm, almost got it.”

Kook’s fists clenched on the desk, veins bulging in his neck. The team shifted uncomfortably, pretending not to notice, but he could see their eyes darting. “Hurry up,” he snapped, voice thick with restraint. Tae emerged finally, pen in hand, face flushed like she’d just cum. “Got it, sir. Sorry for the view—I mean, delay.” She winked, sitting back down, her nipples poking through her top now.

Later that afternoon, alone in his office for a briefing, she “spilled” coffee on her blouse. “Oh no!” she gasped, dabbing at it, but really just pulling the fabric taut over her wet tits, making it see-through. “Look at me, all messy. Do you have a towel, Mr. Jeon?” Kook stood, towering over her, grabbing a tissue but hovering close. “You’re testing me, aren’t you?” he muttered, eyes dark. Tae looked up innocently, but her hand “brushed” his crotch as she took the tissue, feeling his massive hard-on. “Testing? Me? I’m just doing my job… but if you need relief, sir, I’m very good at handling big tasks.”

He grabbed her wrist, pulling her close, breath hot on her neck. “Watch yourself, slut. I control everything here—including you.” But his grip lingered, thumb stroking her pulse. Tae shivered, pussy clenching. “Yes, sir. Control me however you want.” She pulled away with a teasing grin, leaving him seething and rock-hard.

By week’s end, the office buzzed with rumors. Gguk, interning that Friday, caught sight of her in the hall—flirting with a young accountant, hand on his chest, laughing at his lame joke. “Hey, new girl,” Gguk called, smirking like his dad. Tae turned, eyes lighting up at the younger version—tall, handsome, probably hung like a horse. “And you must be the boss’s son. Gguk, right? Heard you’re quite the stud on campus.” She licked her lips, ass swaying as she walked past him toward Kook’s office.

Kook watched from his door, jaw set. This bitch was trouble—slutty, distracting, flashing her assets like candy. But fuck, he wanted to bend her over his desk and pound that pink pussy until she screamed. Control. He’d keep it… for now. But Tae? She was just getting started, her body aching for the ruin she knew was coming.