Tae stepped out of the shower, the steam curling around her like a lover’s breath, fogging up the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror in her luxurious bathroom. She was 25, but her body looked like it had been sculpted by some divine artist with a penchant for sin. Her skin was porcelain white, flawless and smooth, glowing under the soft lights of the penthouse suite she called home. She patted herself dry with a plush towel, her full pink lips curving into a gentle smile as she caught her reflection. God, she was beautiful—long, silky black hair cascading down her back, framing a face that could stop traffic: high cheekbones, wide doe eyes fringed with thick lashes, and those lips that always looked like they’d just been kissed swollen.

But it was her body that turned heads, that made men stare and women envy. Her breasts were massive, heavy and round, easily spilling out of any top she wore, with pale pink nipples that hardened at the slightest chill. They jiggled softly as she moved, a constant reminder of her curves. Her waist dipped in dramatically, flaring out to wide hips and a thick, juicy ass that begged to be grabbed, spanked, or worse. And between her thighs? Her pussy was fat and pink, always so plush and inviting, shaved smooth except for a tiny strip that she kept just for fun. She loved how it felt—sensitive, always a little wet from the way her life kept her on edge.

Tae had always dressed like a slut, even before her marriage. It wasn’t out of desperation; it was just her. She loved the way fabrics clung to her, how they teased and revealed. Today, she slipped into a tiny white crop top that barely contained her tits—the thin material stretched taut over her nipples, no bra underneath because why bother? It ended just below her breasts, leaving her flat, toned stomach bare. Paired with it was a black micro-skirt that rode up her thighs every time she bent over, flashing the lacy red thong that dug into her ass cheeks. Her long legs were accentuated by strappy heels that clicked against the marble floors. She looked like she was ready for a club, not a day at home with her babies. But that’s how Hyunwoo liked her—always available, always fuckable.

Her kind heart shone through in everything she did, though. Despite the way the world saw her as some bimbo trophy, Tae was soft, gentle, always putting others first. She’d grown up poor, in a tiny village where her family scraped by on nothing. Her parents had loved her fiercely, but when Kim Hyunwoo—the 45-year-old tycoon with a fortune in tech empires—spotted her at 20 during a business trip, everything changed. He didn’t court her; he bought her. Offered her family a sum so massive it could lift them out of poverty forever—new house, cars, education for her siblings. Tae had agreed, not for herself, but for them. She walked down the aisle in a dress that hugged every curve, her eyes wide and hopeful, thinking maybe love could grow.

But there was no love in their marriage. Hyunwoo was tall, with a big belly that strained against his expensive shirts, his face perpetually twisted in a rude scowl that made him look more like a bulldog than a man. Not handsome, not kind—just powerful and arrogant. He married her for her beauty and body, nothing more. She was his trophy, his fucktoy. Nights were spent with him grunting over her, using her holes without a care for her pleasure. He’d flip her onto her stomach, hike up whatever slutty outfit she’d worn that day, and pound into her pussy or ass until he came, then roll off and snore. No kisses, no tenderness. “You’re just a pretty cunt,” he’d sneer sometimes, slapping her ass as he left for work. Tae endured it, biting her lip to hide the tears, because leaving wasn’t an option—not with the prenup that would leave her with nothing.

Her whole world now revolved around her babies: Haneul and Suho, her twin boys, just five months old. They were her miracles, her everything. Chubby and squishy, with rolls on their little thighs and arms that made Tae want to nibble them all day. Both looked so much like her—porcelain skin, pink lips pursed in tiny pouts, big curious eyes that lit up when she cooed at them. Haneul was the giggler, always bubbling with laughter at the silliest faces, while Suho was the cuddler, nuzzling into her chest like he never wanted to let go. They had her dark hair already sprouting in soft tufts, and their cheeks were so round and pinchable. Tae spent her days cradling them, singing lullabies in her soft voice, feeding them from her heavy breasts that leaked milk at the sound of their cries. They were her joy, the only pure love in her gilded cage.

Hyunwoo hated them. “Annoying little shits,” he’d mutter when they wailed at night. He found babies messy, demanding, a distraction from his empire-building. When Tae had told him she was pregnant—twins, no less—his face had darkened like a storm cloud. “Get rid of them,” he’d barked, slamming his fist on the table. Tae had begged, tears streaming down her face, dropping to her knees in front of him. “Please, Hyunwoo… they’re ours. I’ll do anything.” And she had—ridden him right there in the living room, her skirt hiked up, thong pushed aside as she bounced on his cock like her life depended on it. Her big tits slapped against her chest, milk already starting to bead at her nipples from the early hormones. She’d moaned for him, clenched her fat pink pussy around him until he groaned and spilled inside her, too spent to argue. “Fine,” he’d grunted, pushing her off. “But don’t expect me to deal with them.”

Caring for two babies alone was exhausting. Tae needed help—a nanny—but none lasted. The ones Hyunwoo hired were always the same: young women in tight uniforms, eyeing him like he was their ticket to luxury. They’d flirt shamelessly, bending over to show cleavage while “accidentally” brushing against him. Or they’d come for the fat salary, treating the job like a vacation—scrolling on phones while the babies fussed, feeding them formula carelessly, never bothering with the gentle touches Tae craved for her boys. One had even left Suho crying in his crib for hours while she painted her nails. Tae fired them all, her kind heart breaking each time she saw her precious babies neglected. She needed someone who actually cared, someone who saw Haneul and Suho as the treasures they were. It was getting impossible; the twins were a handful, one always needing a feed while the other needed a change, and Tae’s body ached from the constant demand.

Then, one crisp morning, the agency sent over a new candidate: Jeon Jungkook, or Kook as he introduced himself with a shy smile. Tae opened the door to the penthouse, her micro-skirt riding up as she shifted on her heels, and froze. He was massive—28 years old, towering at least 6’1”, with broad shoulders, ripped muscles bulging under a simple black tee and jeans. Handsome as hell: sharp jawline, golden skin, big doe eyes that sparkled with warmth, and dark hair tousled just right. A male nanny? For babies? She blinked, her pink lips parting in surprise. “Y-You’re… Jeon Jungkook?” she stammered, her voice soft and kind, though her eyes couldn’t help trailing over his biceps, wondering how a guy built like that ended up in childcare.

Jungkook was equally stunned. He’d expected some stuffy rich wife, but Tae was a vision—slutty outfit clinging to her curves, tits practically spilling out, ass so thick he had to force his gaze up. But it was her face that hit him hardest: beautiful, innocent almost, with that gentle smile. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, his voice deep but warm, like honey. “Call me Kook. I’m here for the live-in nanny position.” He shifted, trying not to stare at how her skirt barely covered her thighs.

Hyunwoo was already in the living room, sprawled on the leather couch like a king, his big belly protruding, scowl etched deep. “A man? For nanny? What a joke,” he snorted, not even standing to greet him. “You look like you belong in a gym, not wiping asses. Why the hell would a guy like you want this job? Trying to scam us?”

Tae shot her husband a pleading look, her kind heart hating the rudeness. She sat on the edge of the couch, crossing her legs carefully to avoid flashing too much—though her thong peeked anyway. “Hyunwoo, please… let’s hear him out.” Turning to Jungkook with a warm smile, she asked gently, “So, Kook, tell us about your experience. Why do you love working with babies? I… I really need someone who cares about them, not just the paycheck.”

Jungkook sat straight, his massive frame making the chair look small. He ignored Hyunwoo’s glare, focusing on Tae’s soft eyes. “I’ve always loved kids, ma’am. Grew up with a big family, helped raise my nieces and nephews. Despite my size, babies just… they melt me. Their little giggles, the way they grab your finger—it’s the best feeling. I have certifications in infant care, CPR, everything. Worked at a daycare for two years, specialized in multiples. Twins are a challenge, but rewarding. I’m here because I genuinely want to help families, especially with little ones like yours.”

Hyunwoo rolled his eyes. “Certifications? Yeah, right. You probably just need the room and board. Men don’t do this shit unless they’re desperate or pervy.” He leaned forward, belly jiggling. “You better not be eyeing my wife, boy. She’s mine.”

Tae flushed, her white skin turning pink.

Finally, she stood, her heels clicking as she went to the nursery. “One more thing. Let me bring them out.” She returned with Haneul and Suho bundled in her arms, their chubby bodies squirming happily against her massive tits. They cooed at her, tiny hands grabbing at her crop top. “Here, meet your potential charges.”

Jungkook’s eyes softened instantly. He stood, gently taking both babies—one in each massive arm—like they were fragile treasures. “Hey there, little guys,” he murmured, his deep voice turning to a soft rumble. Haneul giggled immediately, batting at his nose, while Suho jumped excitedly, his little legs kicking. They looked tiny against his muscled chest, dwarfed but safe, cradled perfectly. Jungkook bounced them lightly, making funny faces that had them both erupting in baby laughter.

Tae melted right there, her heart swelling. No nanny had ever held them like that—with real affection. Her babies liked him; they were happy, not fussy. “Oh… they’re so small in your arms,” she whispered, her voice breathy, eyes lingering on how his biceps flexed. A warmth pooled between her thighs, her fat pink pussy tingling at the sight—this big, kind man with her tiny boys.

Hyunwoo glanced over, uninterested. “Fine, hire the freak if you want. I’m late for the office.” He stood, grabbing his briefcase, and left without a goodbye, the door slamming.

Tae turned to Jungkook, smiling brightly. “You got the job, Kook. When can you start?”

He grinned, handing the babies back carefully, his fingers brushing hers—electric. “Today, if you’ll have me.”