Tae slammed the villa door behind her after the men’s initial groping, her fat pink pussy still throbbing from their touches, a sticky mess between her thighs. She was furious, horny, and utterly frustrated—how dare they treat her like that? But the wetness betrayed her, making her squirm as she explored the villa. It was luxurious, sure: a massive master bedroom with a king-sized bed draped in silk sheets, an en-suite bathroom with a jacuzzi tub, and a kitchen stocked… poorly, in her opinion. She flung open the fridge, pouting at the sight. “Packet foods? What is this, peasant life? Ramen, canned soups, frozen meals—ugh!” She rummaged deeper, spotting some fresh fruits and veggies at least—ripe mangoes, strawberries, cucumbers, avocados. “Thank god for these, or I’d starve. But no chefs? No personal cook to whip up lobster or caviar? This is torture!” She complained to herself, her voice echoing in the empty space, stomping her foot like the spoiled brat she was. Boredom set in quick; no phone, no TV signal beyond basic channels, no shopping apps. She paced, her white sundress riding up her ass, nipples hard from the AC and her lingering arousal. “Stupid island. Stupid parents. I’ll make those men pay—tease them until they crack.”