Tae lounged on her silk-sheeted bed, her phone buzzing in her hand as Kook’s shocked reply lit up the screen: “Tae? What the fuck?” She bit her full pink lip, smirking wickedly at the thought of him staring at her nude—her massive boobs heaving with hard nipples begging to be sucked, her fat pink pussy spread wide and leaking juices down her porcelain thighs. She knew he was rock-hard, probably already wrapping his big hand around that monster cock. But she played innocent, typing back with wide-eyed emojis: “Oh no! Uncle Kook, that was a total mistake! 😱 I meant to send it to my study buddy from college. Please delete it right away! I’m so embarrassed… promise you won’t tell Dad? 🥺”

On the other end, in his sleek penthouse overlooking the city lights, Kook groaned deeply, his pants already shoved down to his knees. His massive 9-inch cock throbbed in his fist, veined and slick with pre-cum as he zoomed in on the photo—those perky, huge tits that could make any man beg, her plump ass curving out like a perfect fucktoy, and that chubby pink pussy, so fat and inviting, lips glistening like they were ready to swallow him whole. “Fuck, Tae… you’re killing me,” he muttered, stroking faster, imagining burying his face between those thighs, lapping up her sweet juices while she moaned like the shy little slut she pretended to be. He came hard within minutes, ropes of thick cum splattering his abs, but he saved the photo to a hidden folder first. No way in hell was he deleting that—her body was every man’s filthy dream, curves that screamed “fuck me” while her innocent face said “who, me?” He lied back: “Don’t worry, kiddo. Deleted it. Won’t say a word. 😉” But his mind was already replaying it, that slutty perfection haunting him.

Tae giggled on her side, tossing her phone aside and sliding a hand between her legs, teasing her swollen clit. “Liar,” she whispered, smirking. She knew he’d never delete it—hell, no man could resist saving a pic of her naked, her big boobs and fat ass on full display, pussy dripping like an invitation. She’d made sure the angle was perfect, lighting hitting her white skin just right to make her look like a goddess of sin. “You’re mine now, Uncle Kook,” she moaned, fingering her tight hole until she squirted on the sheets, revenge tasting sweeter than ever.

In the days that followed, Kook couldn’t shake her from his mind. Every meeting, every conference call, his thoughts drifted to that photo—her hard nipples, the way her pussy lips parted slightly, begging for his cock. He’d jerk off to it nightly, groaning her name as he imagined pinning her down and pounding that fat, pink cunt until she screamed. And the “accidents”? They were happening way too often now. Bumping into her at the coffee shop near his office, where she’d “spill” her drink and bend over to clean it, flashing her thong-clad ass. Running into her at the mall, where she’d try on slutty dresses and ask his “opinion” through the curtain, her tits nearly popping out. Each time, she’d brush against his bulge “innocently,” leaving him hard and frustrated, his cock aching for the real thing. Yeji noticed his distraction during their stolen moments, but he brushed it off—how could he admit he was obsessing over her daughter?

One evening, Tae executed the next phase of her plan. She pranced into the family dining room in a tiny tank top that hugged her jiggling boobs—no bra, nipples poking through like little peaks—and short shorts that rode up her fat ass cheeks. Yoongi was at the table, scrolling through work emails, looking as handsome as ever in his casual shirt, his sharp jaw set in concentration. Yeji hovered nearby, shooting Tae a disapproving glare. “Tae, that outfit is inappropriate for dinner,” she snapped, her voice laced with that fake concern.

Tae ignored her, plopping down next to Yoongi with a dramatic sigh. “Daddy, my math grades are tanking so bad lately. I need a tutor, like, yesterday.” She pouted her pink lips, batting her lashes at him innocently.

Yoongi looked up, concern etching his features. He adored his princess—anything she needed, he’d provide. “Aw, sweetheart, don’t worry. I’ll arrange someone top-notch. Maybe from the university.”

Tae shook her head quickly, her ponytail swishing. “What about Uncle Kook? You always say he’s a genius with numbers—crunching all those business deals. He’d be perfect!” She leaned in, her massive tits pressing against the table, nearly spilling out.

Yoongi nodded thoughtfully. “That’s true, he’s sharp as hell with math. If he’s up for it, sure. Want me to ask him?”

“No, Daddy, can I? Pretty please?” Tae begged, her voice sweet as candy.

Yoongi chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Of course, princess. Go for it.”

Yeji’s eyes narrowed from the kitchen, but she said nothing, her jealousy simmering. Tae smirked inwardly—perfect.

That night, after everyone was asleep, Tae slipped into her sluttiest nightdress: a sheer black babydoll that barely covered her ass, the lace top plunging low to showcase her huge boobs, nipples visible through the thin fabric. No panties, of course—her fat pink pussy bare and already wet from anticipation. She propped her phone up for FaceTime, angling it just right so the camera caught her cleavage and the hem riding up her thighs. She called Kook, her face the picture of innocent excitement.

Kook answered from his bed, shirtless, his muscled chest on display. His eyes widened as he took in her outfit—fuck, she looked like a walking wet dream. “Tae? Everything okay?”

“Uncle Kook! Hi!” she chirped, all shy and sweet. But she shifted seductively, crossing her legs so the dress hiked higher, almost flashing her pussy. “I need a huge favor. My math is sucking so bad, and Dad says you’re amazing at it. Will you tutor me? Please? I’ll be such a good student.” She bit her lip, leaning forward so her tits strained against the lace, nearly popping free.

Kook groaned inwardly, his cock twitching to life under the sheets. This was a bad fucking idea—tutoring his best friend’s daughter, the one whose nude he jerked off to every night? But her body… those fat tits jiggling with every breath, the glimpse of her smooth thighs… “Tae, I don’t know… I’m busy with work.”

“Oh, please, Uncle Kook? For me?” She pouted, then jumped up in “excitement,” her dress flying up fully now—flashing her plump pink pussy lips, slick and parted, right on camera. Her massive boobs bounced wildly, the lace slipping to reveal one hard nipple entirely. “Yay! Thank you! I promise I’ll study hard!” She kept jumping, tits nearly escaping completely, ass cheeks jiggling as the dress rode higher.

Kook’s breath hitched, his hand sliding under the sheets to grip his hardening cock. “Fuck… okay, fine. We’ll start soon.” His voice was strained, eyes glued to the screen—her fat pussy winking at him, tits heaving like they were made for his mouth.

She blew a kiss, cutting the call with a giggle. Kook threw his head back, pulling out his phone to open her saved nude. He stroked his massive dick furiously, imagining tutoring her—bending her over the desk, slamming into that leaking cunt while she moaned “Uncle Kook.” “God, Tae… your slutty little body… gonna fuck you so hard,” he growled, cumming in thick spurts all over his hand.

The next day, Kook met Yeji at their usual hotel suite—a luxurious spot downtown where they’d been fucking in secret for a year. Yeji was already naked on the bed, her legs spread, fingers teasing her pussy. “Come on, Kook, I’ve been waiting. Fuck me like you used to—hard and deep.”

Kook stripped, but his mind was elsewhere. As he climbed over her, his cock only half-hard, he tried to focus—thrusting into her wet hole with mechanical pumps. But all he saw was Tae: her jumping tits, that flashed pussy, the nude where she spread herself like a whore. “Mmm, yeah,” Yeji moaned, grinding up against him. “Harder, baby. What’s wrong? You’re not even fully hard.”

He grunted, distracted, his thrusts sloppy and weak. “Nothing… just work.” But in his head, it was Tae’s fat ass he was slapping, Tae’s pink lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him dry. Yeji noticed, her frustration building—he wasn’t hitting her spots, wasn’t growling those filthy words like before. “Kook, focus! Fuck my married pussy—make me cum!”

But he couldn’t. The image of Tae’s body overpowered everything. Suddenly, he pulled out, his semi-hard dick slipping free with a wet pop. They hadn’t even cum—Yeji’s pussy clenching around nothing, frustrated and dripping. “Sorry, something urgent came up. Gotta go.” He dressed quickly, ignoring her protests.

“What the hell, Kook? You’re leaving me like this?” Yeji yelled, her hand flying to her clit in desperation, but he was already out the door.

She lay there, furious and horny, rubbing herself to a unsatisfying orgasm. What’s gotten into him? Little did she know, her own daughter had stolen his obsession, leaving her high and dry.

Tae, meanwhile, heard about the “tutoring” confirmation from Kook’s text and smirked. Revenge was unfolding perfectly—soon, she’d have him balls-deep in her, breaking Yeji’s heart one filthy fuck at a time.