In the sprawling marble mansion nestled among the misty hills of 1950s, Tae stood before the tall mirror in the master bedroom, turning slowly. At twenty-five, she was a vision that could make any man forget his prayers. Her skin was porcelain white, smooth as fresh cream. Her lips were naturally pink and plump, always slightly parted as if waiting to be kissed. Her breasts were full and heavy, straining against the thin fabric of whatever scandalous dress she chose that day. Her ass was round, fat, and high, the kind that swayed hypnotically with every step. Between her thighs hid her most secret treasure — a puffy, pink, fat little pussy that glistened easily when her mind wandered to forbidden places.

Today she wore a tight crimson dress she had altered herself. The top was cut so low that the soft inner curves of her massive tits spilled out generously. The waist was cinched brutally tight, pushing her chest even higher, while the skirt was shortened far beyond decent — barely covering the tops of her stockings. A thin gold chain rested in the deep valley of her cleavage. She looked like a rich man’s whore, not his wife. But that was exactly how she dressed every single day. It was her small rebellion.

She sighed, touching her reflection. “At least I still look good,” she whispered. “Even if this life feels like a golden cage.”

Her marriage to Sungmin had been arranged three years ago. Her parents, from a respectable but struggling family, had practically sold her off when they saw his wealth. “He’s rich, Tae. You’ll never want for anything,” her mother had said. But riches came with a price.

Sungmin entered the room, tall and broad-shouldered but plain-faced, his sharp eyes always calculating. At forty-five, he dressed in expensive Western suits even at home. “Tae,” he called, not even glancing at how provocatively she was dressed. “The new rice fields are ready. If the harvest is good, we’ll double our profit. I already raised the tenant rents again.”

Tae forced a sweet smile. “That’s wonderful, husband.” Inside, disgust curled in her stomach. He was never satisfied. More land, more money, more deals. He treated people like numbers.

He stepped closer, squeezing her ass roughly through the thin silk. “Good girl. Keep looking pretty for me. That’s your only real job.” He laughed coldly and walked out.

Tae bit her lip until it hurt. She hated him. Not just for his greed, but for how little he touched her, how he never made her feel desired beyond a quick, selfish fuck once every few weeks. She was young, beautiful, and burning with needs he couldn’t satisfy.

Later that afternoon, she wandered the vast garden with a lace parasol, pretending to enjoy the flowers. Her heels clicked on the stone path, hips swaying. That’s when she saw him.

Jungkook.

The groundskeeper was working shirtless under the blazing sun, muscles gleaming with sweat. His body was carved like a god — broad shoulders, thick chest, ridges of abs, and powerful arms that flexed as he swung the axe, splitting logs for the winter. His work trousers hung low on his narrow hips, and the thick, heavy bulge pressing against the front was impossible to ignore. Every time he moved, it shifted, thick and long even when soft.

Tae’s breath hitched. Her pink pussy clenched hard, a rush of wetness soaking her silk panties. She had noticed Kook from the first week she moved in. He was thirty, tall, devastatingly handsome with sharp jawline and intense dark eyes. He never stared at her. Never leered. He always kept his gaze respectful, bowing slightly when she passed. “Good afternoon, Madam,” was all he ever said in that deep, quiet voice.

But God, she had thought about him. Many nights, when Sungmin snored beside her, her fingers would slip between her thighs, rubbing her swollen clit while imagining Kook’s muscled body on top of her, that thick bulge stretching her open, pounding her fat pink pussy until she screamed.

Kook wiped sweat from his brow and continued working, minding his own business like always. He lived in the small outhouse at the edge of the estate — one room, simple cot, a stove. No family. No one to miss him. He worked hard, spoke little, and never once let his eyes linger on the master’s beautiful young wife. It wasn’t his place. She was from another world. Rich people things, he told himself.

Tae’s heart beat faster every time she saw him. He was the only good man on this entire estate.

That evening, Sungmin returned from the temple looking strangely excited. He had visited the most respected religious elder in the region, desperate for new ways to increase his fortune.

After dinner — where Tae sat quietly in another slutty low-cut dress, breasts nearly spilling onto the table — they retired to the grand bedroom. The lights were dim. Sungmin lay on his side of the huge bed in his silk robe. Tae lay on hers, her dress hiked up her creamy thighs.

“Tae,” he began, voice serious. “I went to see Elder Park today.”

She turned toward him. “And?”

Sungmin cleared his throat. “He gave me a prophecy. A way to bring enormous wealth and blessings to our family. More money than we’ve ever dreamed.”

Tae’s eyes brightened with false hope. “What is it?”

Sungmin paused, then spoke carefully. “The elder said Your wife must… marry a lower-class man. She must take his seed willingly. Carry his child. Give birth to it. Only then will the heavens open and pour riches upon us.”

The room went dead silent.

Tae stiffened, her pink lips parting in shock. Tears instantly welled in her eyes. “What… what are you saying?” Her voice trembled. “You want me to… sleep with another man? Let him get me pregnant?”

Sungmin sat up, grabbing her wrist. “It’s not like that. It’s a sacred ritual. Temporary. We can keep it secret. Think of the money, Tae. Think of your parents. I can buy them a bigger house, send them money every month. Your father’s debts will vanish. They’ll live like kings.”

Tae’s tears spilled down her cheeks. “You’re selling my body for more gold?” Her voice cracked. “I already gave up my life for you. Now this?”

He softened his tone, stroking her arm. “It’s not forever. Just until you’re pregnant. And I’ve already thought of the perfect man. Strong, young, healthy. Good seed. Jungkook. The groundskeeper.”

At the name, Tae’s pussy clenched violently. A fresh gush of wetness flooded between her thighs. Her nipples hardened instantly against the thin dress. She hated herself for it, but the image flashed instantly — Kook’s sweaty, muscled body on top of her, that thick bulge pushing deep inside her pink fat pussy, stretching her, filling her with his cum.

She stayed quiet, breathing shakily.

Sungmin smirked, noticing her reaction. “He’s perfect. Unmarried. Strong. Hardworking. No one will suspect. I’ll tell him it’s an order from me. He won’t refuse. And you… you’ll do this for us, won’t you, Tae? For your parents?”

Tae wiped her tears, voice small and broken. “Do I have a choice?”

Sungmin leaned in, kissing her forehead like a businessman sealing a deal. “Good girl. Tomorrow I’ll speak to him. In a few days, you’ll start… spending time with him. Just think — soon we’ll be even richer.”

He rolled over, satisfied, and quickly fell asleep.

Tae lay awake, heart hammering. Her pussy was aching, throbbing, dripping down her thighs at the thought of Jungkook claiming her. She slid her hand under the blanket, fingers circling her swollen clit as silent tears rolled down her cheeks.

She whispered into the darkness, voice shaking with shame and forbidden excitement:

“…Kook…”