Months slipped by in a blur of stolen ecstasy and deepening obsession. The affair between Tae and Kook burned hotter with every secret encounter—fucking in the mansion’s hidden corners, quickies in the car during “errands,” long nights in hotel rooms where Kook would wreck her holes until she begged for mercy. Tae had never felt more alive, her body constantly humming from his touch, her neglected pussy now perpetually satisfied and sore in the best way. Minjun remained oblivious, his rudeness and neglect unchanged, while Hana’s jealousy simmered, her rude comments about Tae’s “glow” dismissed as petty. But Tae didn’t care; Kook was her world, his cock her addiction, his whispers of love her lifeline.