After two days of pure, relentless filth at the villa, Tae and Kook had barely slept. They fucked in every room, on every surface — the kitchen counter, the shower, the balcony under the stars, the massive bed until the sheets were ruined. He’d taken every hole, filled her until she was leaking his cum from all three, made her scream his name until her voice cracked. They’d laughed between rounds, whispered filthy promises, and collapsed only when their bodies physically couldn’t go anymore.

Sunday night, they parted with one last brutal kiss at the door. Kook cupped her face, thumb brushing her swollen lips.