The morning sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Tae’s penthouse apartment, painting golden stripes across her naked body. She stretched like a cat on the king-sized bed, back arched, heavy tits spilling to the sides, pink nipples already stiff from the cool air. Her skin was flawless porcelain, so pale it almost glowed. Between her spread thighs her pussy was still puffy and glistening from last night—two thick loads of cum slowly leaking out of that fat, pretty pink slit.

She bit her lower lip, remembering how the club owner had bent her over the VIP couch and fucked her raw while his friend filmed it on his phone. She’d moaned like a whore the whole time, begging them to fill her up, loving the way their cocks stretched her.

Tae slid two fingers through the mess between her legs, scooped up a little cum, and licked it off with a filthy smile.

“Mmm… breakfast of champions.”

She rolled out of bed, ass jiggling with every step, and walked straight to the mirror. Even without makeup she looked illegal. Full pink lips made for sucking cock, big innocent eyes that hid the dirtiest thoughts, waist tiny enough to grab with two hands, hips and ass so thick they looked photoshopped. She cupped her massive tits, squeezed them together, and watched her nipples harden even more.

“God, I’m such a fucking slut,” she whispered proudly, then laughed.

She picked today’s outfit like she always did—something that would make men lose their minds. A tiny white micro dress that was basically lingerie with a hemline. The neckline plunged so deep her tits were practically falling out, and the back was completely open down to the dimples above her ass. No bra, obviously. Just a thin white lace thong that disappeared between her cheeks and a pair of sky-high clear heels that made her legs look endless.

She snapped a quick mirror selfie—tongue out, peace sign, tits pushed together—and sent it to three different guys she’d fucked this week. All of them replied instantly with heart-eyes and dick pics.

Tae smirked. Another perfect morning.

Meanwhile, across the city in their sprawling modern mansion, Jeon Jungkook was trying not to lose his mind.

He stood in the kitchen shirtless, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, every muscle in his back and arms flexing as he made Minji’s favorite ginger tea. His cock was half-hard again—just from existing. Five months. Five fucking months since he’d last been inside his wife.

Minji waddled in wearing one of his oversized shirts, belly round and cute, glowing like an angel. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her cheek to his broad back.

“Morning, baby,” she murmured sweetly. “You’re so good to me.”

Jungkook forced a smile, turning to kiss her forehead. “Always, princess.”

She looked up at him with those big loving eyes. “I know it’s hard for you… the no-sex thing. But the doctor said it’s safest if we wait until after the baby comes. I just want everything perfect.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. His balls ached constantly. Every night he lay next to her, cock throbbing, while she slept peacefully with that pregnant belly between them. He’d jerked off in the shower so many times he was surprised he still had skin left on his dick.

“It’s fine,” he lied, voice low and rough. “I can wait.”

But inside he was burning.

The doorbell rang.

Minji’s face lit up. “Tae’s here!”

Jungkook’s stomach dropped.

Tae burst in like a hurricane of sex. The tiny white dress was even worse in person—every step made her massive tits bounce, the hem riding up so high you could see the bottom curve of her ass and the thin string of her thong. She smelled like vanilla and sin.

“Unnieeee!” she squealed, throwing herself at Minji for a huge hug, squishing their bodies together. Minji laughed and hugged her back, completely oblivious to how Tae’s dress had ridden up in the back, flashing Jungkook a full view of her fat ass cheeks.

Tae pulled back and turned those big sparkling eyes on him.

“Oppa~” she purred, stepping right into his space.

Before he could react, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her whole body against him—soft, warm, smelling like sex. Her huge tits smashed flat against his bare chest, and he felt it instantly: two rock-hard nipples poking him right through the thin fabric like they were trying to stab him.

Jungkook’s cock twitched violently in his sweats. He could feel the heat of her skin, the way her hips rolled just a little as she hugged him longer than necessary. Her breath brushed his ear.

“Missed you, Kookie-oppa,” she whispered, voice dripping honey and filth.

He kept his face blank, but his hands flexed at his sides, fighting the urge to grab that tiny waist and bend her over the counter right there.

Minji clapped her hands happily. “You two are so cute! Tae, you’ve been coming over almost every day lately. I love it.”

Tae finally pulled back, but not before dragging her hard nipples across his chest one last time. She turned to Minji with an innocent smile.

“Actually, unnie… I’ve been thinking. You’re getting bigger now, and you said you can’t do a lot of things alone anymore. What if I just… moved in until the baby comes? I can help with everything—cooking, cleaning, massages, whatever you need. I’ll be the best little sister ever.”

Minji’s eyes filled with tears of joy. She pulled Tae into another hug.

“Oh my god, Tae, yes! Yes, please! I would love that so much!”

Jungkook stood frozen, cock now fully hard and straining painfully against his sweats. He watched Tae glance over Minji’s shoulder and give him the tiniest, wickedest smirk—eyes flicking down to the obvious bulge in his pants before looking back up at him like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.

Minji pulled back, beaming. “Kook, isn’t that perfect? Tae living with us for a few months? Our little family all together?”

Jungkook swallowed hard, voice tight. “Yeah… perfect.”

Inside his head he was screaming.

Because tomorrow, this walking wet dream was moving in.

And he was going to have to watch her parade around the house in outfits even smaller than this one.

Every. Single. Day.

Tae turned to him again, biting her lip.

“Don’t worry, oppa… I’ll be really good. I promise I won’t cause any trouble.”

She said it so sweetly.

But the way her eyes sparkled told him everything.

She was going to be the worst kind of trouble.

And Jungkook’s aching cock already knew it.