The next evening, Tae stood in front of her full-length mirror, heart hammering so hard she could feel it in her throat. She had chosen the red lingerie Jungkook bought—the tiny lace bra that barely contained her massive tits, the thin straps digging into her soft shoulders, the matching thong disappearing between her plump ass cheeks. Over it, she slipped into the tiniest black dress she owned: a body-hugging slip of fabric that ended high on her thick thighs, the deep V-neck plunging between her breasts, showing off the red lace peeking out if she moved just right. Her white skin glowed under the soft bedroom light, pink lips glossed, long black hair cascading down her back in loose waves. She looked like sin wrapped in innocence.

Downstairs, her parents were waiting. Jihyo clasped her hands together the second Tae appeared.