A few days had passed since the gangbang at Kook’s place, but Tae’s body still ached in the best way. She woke up every morning with cum dried between her thighs or bite marks hidden under her clothes. Today, though, she was feeling especially wicked.

Junho had just finished lunch and taken his pain meds. He was out cold in their bedroom upstairs, snoring softly, laptop still open on his chest. Tae waited ten minutes to be sure, then picked up her phone and texted Kook: