The next morning, the sleek black Bentley carried Jungkook, Jiwon, and Tae through the city to the private clinic of Dr. Han, the country’s most renowned fertility specialist. The atmosphere inside the car was thick with tension—Jiwon scrolling through her phone in the front passenger seat, Jungkook staring out the window with a clenched jaw, and Tae in the back, fidgeting with the hem of her tiny pleated skirt. She had chosen a soft pink crop top that hugged her full, heavy breasts and left a sliver of toned midriff bare, paired with that scandalously short skirt that rode up her thick thighs whenever she shifted. Even in this serious moment, Tae couldn’t help dressing like the sensual creature she was—innocent in heart, but devastatingly provocative in body.

At the clinic, everything was pristine white marble and hushed voices. Dr. Han, a calm, silver-haired man in his sixties, greeted them warmly in his office overlooking a serene garden. After brief introductions, he explained the process with professional detachment.

First, a nurse led Jungkook to a private room to provide a sperm sample. He returned minutes later, face unreadable, adjusting his tie.

Next, Jiwon was taken for bloodwork and an ovarian reserve test. She went without complaint, though her lips were pressed into a thin line.

Finally, Tae’s turn came for a full fertility examination. She lay back on the table in a thin paper gown, legs in stirrups, her heart pounding as the doctor and a female nurse conducted a thorough ultrasound and physical check. Dr. Han’s voice was gentle. “Everything looks perfect, Mrs. Jeon. Your uterus is healthy, your ovarian reserve is excellent for your age, and your cycles appear regular. You would make an ideal candidate to carry a pregnancy.”

Tae blushed deeply, nodding, her big doe eyes filled with quiet gratitude.

Back in the office, Dr. Han addressed all three. “Tae is, without question, perfectly suited for surrogacy. As for Mr. Jeon and Mrs. Jeon’s samples, the full results—particularly Mrs. Jeon’s egg quality—will be ready tomorrow. Please return then, and we can discuss the next steps in detail.”

Jungkook stood, bowing slightly. “Thank you, Doctor.” His voice was steady, but his broad shoulders carried the weight of the unknown.

They left in silence, the ride home just as strained.

The following morning, Jiwon announced over breakfast that she had an urgent salon appointment—new highlights, a facial, the works. “It’s been scheduled for weeks,” she said airily, waving a manicured hand. “You two can go hear whatever the doctor says. It’s just preliminary, anyway.”

Jungkook didn’t argue. He knew it was pointless; Jiwon’s vanity would always come first. He simply nodded, jaw tight, and turned to Tae. “Let’s go, Tae-ya.”

Tae had dressed even more revealing today—perhaps unconsciously seeking comfort in her usual style. A tiny white baby tee stretched tight across her massive breasts, the fabric so thin her nipples were faintly visible beneath. Paired with low-rise denim shorts that barely contained her plump, juicy ass, every step made the soft flesh jiggle enticingly. Jungkook’s eyes lingered a fraction too long before he forced them away.

At the clinic, Dr. Han welcomed them into his office again. His expression was kind but grave.

“Mr. Jeon, your sperm analysis is excellent—count, motility, morphology all well above average. You have no fertility issues.”

Jungkook exhaled slightly in relief.

“However,” the doctor continued gently, “Mrs. Jeon’s results are less favorable. At forty-eight, her ovarian reserve is extremely low, and the few eggs retrievable show significant chromosomal abnormalities. Natural conception would be nearly impossible, and even with IVF using her eggs, the chances of a viable pregnancy are under five percent. I’m sorry.”

The words hit Jungkook like a physical blow. His handsome face drained of color, broad chest rising and falling rapidly. Another dead end. Another loss.

“Is there… any other way?” he asked, voice hoarse.

Dr. Han paused, glancing between Jungkook and Tae. “There is one alternative. Since Tae’s reproductive health is exceptional, we could use her eggs along with your sperm. The embryo would be created via IVF, then transferred back to Tae to carry. Genetically, the child would be half yours, Mr. Jeon, and half Tae’s. It would be biologically her child as well.”

The room went deathly silent.

Jungkook stiffened violently, his muscled frame going rigid. “No,” he said loudly, almost yelling. “That’s not possible. Absolutely not.”

Tae’s breath caught. Her pink, perfect lips parted in shock, eyes wide.

Jungkook turned to her, panic and protectiveness warring in his dark gaze. “Tae, this is wrong. You’re only twenty-five. You’re young, beautiful—you deserve your own life, your own love, your own family one day. You can’t tie yourself to us like this, carrying a child that would be… ours. You’d be bound forever.”

Tae’s eyes filled with tears. She reached out, small soft hands wrapping around his much larger one. “Appa… calm down,” she whispered, squeezing gently. Then, turning to the doctor, “Could we… have a moment alone, please?”

Dr. Han nodded understandingly. “Of course. Take all the time you need.” He stepped out, closing the door softly behind him.

The second they were alone, Jungkook dropped his head, gripping her hands tightly. “Tae, listen to me. You don’t owe us this. You’ve already lost so much. I won’t let you sacrifice your future for a legacy that isn’t even yours.”

Tears spilled down Tae’s flawless cheeks. “But Appa… you want a baby. You need an heir. And I… I need to feel useful to you. To Omma. To this family that gave me everything.” Her voice cracked. “I want to do this. For you. For both of you. Please… let me give you this gift.”

Jungkook stared at her, throat working. Her kindness, her selflessness—it broke him. Slowly, he brought her hands to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles. “If you do this… I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life, Tae. Forever.”

She nodded through her tears, a trembling smile breaking across her beautiful face.

A soft knock sounded, and Dr. Han re-entered.

Jungkook took a deep, steadying breath, still holding Tae’s hands. “We’ve decided,” he said quietly. “We’ll proceed… using Tae’s eggs.”

Tae squeezed his hand in silent agreement, her heart pounding with a mix of fear, devotion, and something warmer she didn’t yet dare name.

Dr. Han nodded professionally. “Very well. We’ll begin the preliminary steps immediately. Bloodwork synchronization, hormone protocols for Tae, and another sample from you, Mr. Jeon. This is a big decision—I’m glad you’ve discussed it thoroughly.”

As they stood to leave, Jungkook kept Tae close, his strong arm lightly around her shoulders as if shielding her from the weight of what they’d just agreed to.

Outside in the hallway, Tae looked up at him with teary but resolute eyes. “Thank you for letting me do this, Appa.”

He cupped her cheek gently, thumb brushing her soft skin. “Thank you, Tae… for giving me hope again.”

Neither noticed how long his touch lingered, or how her body instinctively leaned into his warmth.

The seed had been planted—literally and figuratively—and nothing in the Jeon mansion would ever be the same.