After the city hall paperwork was done, they walked out together in silence. Tae didn’t even glance at him as she slid into her Bentley, the short white bridal dress riding high on her thick thighs.

“See you at the office,” she said flatly, already scrolling on her phone. No thank you. No smile. Just the same cold, arrogant General Manager.

Kook watched her drive off, the platinum band heavy on his finger. He should’ve felt triumphant—he was legally married to the hottest woman he’d ever seen. Instead, a strange emptiness settled in his chest. Married… and my wife is still treating me like dirt. He shook his head and headed home alone.

The next morning at Horizon Architecture, Kook kept the wedding ring on. It glinted under the office lights as he walked through the open-plan floor, drawing curious glances. He was at his desk reviewing blueprints when the elevator dinged and Tae stepped out.

She looked every bit the powerful slut she always was. Today’s outfit was a tight white blouse that was practically transparent, her massive heavy tits straining the buttons, fat pink nipples clearly outlined. Her black mini-skirt was so short it barely covered the bottom curve of her fat, juicy ass, and every step made her hips sway. The diamond engagement ring and platinum wedding band sparkled on her left hand.

Kook’s eyes widened in surprise—and then a warm rush of satisfaction hit him. She was actually wearing them. Both.

Tae walked straight toward him, stopping close enough that he could smell her expensive perfume. She leaned in, lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “Let’s begin the act, husband.”

Before he could respond, she turned to the entire floor and clapped her hands loudly. “Everyone, attention please!”

The office went dead silent. All eyes snapped to her.

Tae lifted her left hand, letting the rings catch the light. Her glossy pink lips curved into the fakest, brightest smile Kook had ever seen on her face. “I have some news. Jeon Jungkook and I got married yesterday. We’re husband and wife now.”

Gasps erupted everywhere. Interns dropped their pens. Senior architects stared with open mouths. Whispers exploded instantly.

“No way…”

“She’s joking, right?”

“He’s ten years younger!”

“That strict ice queen? Married? To him?”

Kook stood there smiling awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, his tall muscled frame looking even better in his fitted shirt.

Tae turned to him with that exaggerated happy expression and cooed, “Honey, come here.”

Kook was stunned for half a second, but he took the opening. He stepped closer, wrapped one strong arm around her slim waist, and pulled her against his side so her massive tits pressed into his chest. “Anything for you, baby,” he replied smoothly, voice low and affectionate.

The entire office lost it. More gasps. Someone actually dropped their coffee.

Tae stiffened slightly at the “baby” but kept the act going. “We’ve actually been dating secretly for a whole year. It was love at first sight when he joined the firm. We kept it quiet because of work, but yesterday we decided we couldn’t wait any longer. So… surprise!”

Whispers turned into excited chatter. “A whole year? No one noticed?” “They look good together though…” “She’s smiling? I’ve never seen her smile.”

The news spread like wildfire. By lunch, it had reached the board of directors.

At 2 p.m., Tae’s phone rang. It was Board Member Lee himself.

“Ms. Tae— I mean, Mrs. Jeon now, congratulations! We had no idea. This changes everything. A lovely young couple like you two perfectly represents family values. The board has decided to gift you a one-week honeymoon trip to the Maldives. All expenses paid—private villa, first-class flights, everything. You leave tonight.”

Tae’s face froze. “That’s… very kind, but unnecessary. We have critical projects due. Work comes first—”

“Nonsense!” the board member laughed. “You deserve this. The firm insists. Consider it our wedding gift. Enjoy the Maldives, and come back refreshed. We’ll see you both in a week.”

The call ended. Tae stared at her phone, jaw clenched, massive tits heaving with barely contained rage.

She stormed over to Kook’s desk. “Honey,” she said through gritted teeth, loud enough for nearby ears, “come to my office please.”

The second the door closed behind him, the act dropped.

“What the actual fuck!” Tae exploded, slamming her hand on the glass desk. Her short skirt rode up, flashing the bottom of her fat ass. “A honeymoon? In the Maldives? Tonight? I don’t have time for this bullshit! I have reports due, contracts to close—”

Kook leaned against the door, arms crossed over his broad chest, a slow grin spreading across his handsome face. “Sounds like we’re going on vacation, baby.”

Tae whirled on him, eyes blazing. “Don’t even think about it. You are not touching me. Not a single finger. This is still fake. You’re just my employee.”

Kook’s smirk deepened. He stepped closer, towering over her with his tall, muscled body. “Well… you’re my wife now, Tae. Legally. I see no problem in touching my wife. In fact, I think it’s my right.”

She growled, pink lips curling in fury, her heavy breasts rising and falling rapidly. “Don’t forget your place, Jeon Jungkook. You are still my employee. I can fire you anytime.”

He leaned down, voice low and teasing. “And don’t forget yours, wife. You’re Mrs. Jeon now. My wife. The board just sent us on a romantic honeymoon. How do you think that looks if we sleep in separate rooms the whole week?”

Tae’s cheeks flushed with anger. “Whatever. Our flight is tonight. Meet me at the airport at 8 p.m. sharp. Now get out.”

Kook scoffed, shaking his head as he opened the door. “Yes, dear.”

That night at the Airport, first-class lounge.

Tae arrived looking like pure temptation. She wore a tiny, tight red sundress that barely contained her body. The neckline plunged almost to her navel, her massive heavy tits threatening to spill out with every breath. The hem was so short it showed the lower curve of her fat, juicy ass, and her long white legs were on full display in strappy heels. She still wore both the diamond engagement ring and the platinum wedding band. Her pink lips were glossy, porcelain skin glowing.

Kook’s mouth went dry. His cock stirred in his pants as he took her in.

They boarded the first-class cabin and sat side by side. The wide seats were luxurious, but the space between them felt electric.

Kook noticed several businessmen in the cabin openly staring at Tae—eyes glued to her deep cleavage and thick thighs. One guy even licked his lips.

Kook’s jaw tightened. He leaned forward, glaring directly at them. “That’s my wife you’re looking at. Eyes off.”

The men quickly looked away. Tae turned to him, stunned, but stayed silent, a strange flutter in her chest.

They landed in the Maldives the next morning. The place was paradise—turquoise water, white sand, palm trees swaying in the breeze.

Kook grinned like a kid. “This is insane. Look at this view!”

Tae just huffed, adjusting her tiny dress as they checked into the private overwater villa. It was stunning—glass floors, private infinity pool, ocean views everywhere. But when they walked into the bedroom, there was only one massive king-sized bed.

Tae crossed her arms under her huge tits. “I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you.”

Kook scoffed, already kicking off his shoes. “Well, you’re free to take the floor, wife. I’m sleeping in this bed. It’s big enough, but if you’re scared…”

She glared daggers at him, pink lips pressed tight.

They unpacked in tense silence. Kook went to shower first. When he came out, he wore only low-slung grey sweatpants. Water droplets still clung to his sculpted abs, broad chest, and muscled arms. The V-line disappeared into the waistband, and the thick outline of his cock was clearly visible through the thin fabric.

Tae’s eyes widened, stunned by how ridiculously hot his body was. She quickly looked away, but her pink fat pussy gave a traitorous throb.

“Stop drooling,” she snapped.

Kook smirked. “I’m not drooling. You’re the one staring, baby.”

Tae huffed and stormed into the shower. When she came out fifteen minutes later, she wore a tiny satin nightdress—short, silky, and nearly see-through. The hem barely covered her fat ass, and her massive tits strained the thin material, nipples stiff and pink against the fabric. Her white skin glowed, long legs bare.

Kook’s cock stirred hard, thickening visibly in his sweatpants. He swallowed.

They both climbed into the huge bed, one on each side, a wide gap between them.

Tae fell asleep easily within minutes, breathing soft and even, her body relaxed in the satin dress.

Kook, however, couldn’t sleep. His heart was pounding harder than ever. This was his wife. Legally his. The woman who’d scolded him for a year was lying inches away, looking like pure sex. Her fat ass was barely covered, her heavy tits rising and falling with every breath.

After an hour of staring at the ceiling, he slowly moved closer. Carefully, gently, he slid behind her and wrapped one strong arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. Her ass nestled perfectly against his hardening cock. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent, and finally drifted off to sleep, holding his arrogant, beautiful wife for the first time.

Tae didn’t wake up.

But the week in paradise had only just begun… and Kook was already imagining all the filthy ways he was going to make her moan “husband” before it ended.