The next morning, sunlight poured through the tall windows of the mansion’s main hall. Tae sat beside Sungmin on the ornate wooden sofa, wearing a sheer white blouse that clung to her massive breasts like a second skin. The fabric was so thin her dark pink nipples were faintly visible. Her skirt was scandalously short, riding high on her creamy thighs, showing the tops of her stockings. She looked every bit the expensive whore her husband liked to display.

Her heart was still heavy from last night. She hadn’t slept.

Sungmin snapped his fingers at a servant. “Bring Jungkook. Now.”

A few minutes later, Kook entered respectfully, wiping his hands on his trousers. He had come straight from work — shirtless again, his powerful chest and ridged abs glistening with a light sheen of sweat. The thick muscles in his arms flexed as he bowed low. His work pants hung low on his hips, the heavy bulge between his strong thighs clearly outlined.

“Sir,” Kook said quietly, eyes on the floor. “You called for me?”

Sungmin leaned back, smug. “Yes. Sit down, boy.”

Kook hesitated but obeyed, sitting on the edge of a chair across from them. His dark eyes flicked up for half a second — landing on Tae. She was staring at him, cheeks flushed. He quickly looked away.

Sungmin didn’t waste time. “I have a special task for you, Jungkook. One that will change your life. My wife, Tae… I want you to marry her temporarily. You will fuck her. Fill her with your seed. Get her pregnant. Once the child is born, you will take the baby and disappear from our lives forever. Tae will have no claim on the child. No bond. Nothing. You will raise it somewhere far away. In return, I will pay you a very handsome sum — enough to buy your own small land and never work as a servant again.”

Tae’s breath caught. Her hands trembled in her lap. The words “no bond… no claim on the child” sliced through her heart like a knife. Tears stung her eyes.

Kook stiffened, his muscular body going rigid. His jaw clenched. For a split second, his cock twitched hard inside his pants at the image of Tae underneath him, legs spread, that pink fat pussy taking every inch of him. But he shook his head.

“Sir… this is not right,” he said, voice low but firm. “She is your wife. I am just a groundskeeper. I cannot do this.”

Sungmin’s face darkened. “You will do it. The elder promised great wealth if this ritual is followed. I will make you rich for your help. But hear me clearly — your relationship with my wife will be strictly sexual. You fuck her until she is pregnant. Nothing more. Do not fall in love with her. Do not speak sweet words. Do not think she belongs to you. She is mine. You are only borrowing her womb.”

Tae’s pussy clenched violently at his crude words. A rush of wetness soaked her panties. She hated how her body reacted, but the thought of Kook’s thick cock stretching her open made her thighs press together.

Kook’s hands fisted on his knees. “Sir, I… I can’t. This is wrong. She deserves better than this humiliation.”

Sungmin shot up, face red with anger. “You dare refuse me?!” he shouted. “You worthless lower-class thing! I can throw you out today. I can make sure no one in this province hires you ever again. Your life will become hell — do you understand? One word from me and you starve on the streets!”

Kook’s jaw tightened. Anger burned in his eyes, but he knew he had no power. No family. No money. Just his strong hands and this small outhouse. He stayed silent for a long moment, breathing hard.

Finally, he spoke through gritted teeth. “I… I agree, sir.”

Sungmin’s anger vanished instantly. He clapped his hands, joyful. “Excellent! The wedding will be tomorrow evening in the backyard. Simple, quiet. No guests. Just the three of us and the priest. After that, you may begin your… duties.” He smirked. “You may go now.”

Kook stood up slowly. Before leaving, he looked straight at Tae for the first time. His gaze was a storm — anger at the situation, hurt for her, and raw, burning lust. His eyes dropped for a second to her heaving breasts, then back to her face. He bowed stiffly and walked out without another word.

Tae’s heart pounded so hard she felt dizzy. Her pussy was throbbing, aching, dripping down her inner thighs.

That evening, as the sun dipped low, Tae slipped out of the mansion. She found Jungkook in the far corner of the garden, trimming rose bushes with sharp shears. He was still shirtless, sweat running down the deep groove of his spine, muscles flexing with every movement. That thick bulge shifted heavily in his pants as he worked.

She approached slowly, her short skirt swaying, breasts bouncing with each step.

“Kook…” she said softly.

He froze but didn’t turn around immediately. “Madam,” he replied respectfully, voice tight. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Tae stepped closer. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you got dragged into this. I’m as helpless as you are. My parents… my husband… I have no choice.”

Kook finally turned. His dark eyes met hers. Sweat glistened on his chest. He looked so handsome it made her knees weak.

“I know,” he said quietly. “But still… Sungmin doesn’t deserve you. Not even a little. A woman like you… forced into this.” His voice dropped. “It makes me angry.”

Tae’s breath hitched. Her pussy clenched again, hard. Fresh wetness trickled down. She pressed her thighs together, trying to hide how soaked she was.

“You’re a good man, Kook,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I’ve always seen that. Even when you work so hard… even when you never look at me… I notice you.”

Kook’s jaw flexed. His eyes flicked down to her deep cleavage, then quickly away. “Madam, please. Don’t say such things. Tomorrow I will marry you because I have no choice. But after that… I will do only what I must. Nothing more. I won’t touch you more than needed. I won’t… fall for you.”

Even as he said it, his cock was thickening visibly in his pants, the heavy outline becoming obscene.

Tae bit her plump pink lip. “I understand,” she lied softly. Because deep down, her body was screaming for him. She wanted those strong hands on her fat ass. She wanted that thick bulge buried inside her pink pussy. She wanted him to lose control.

She stepped even closer, close enough to smell his clean sweat. “Still… thank you, Kook. For not being cruel like him.”

Kook’s breathing grew heavier. For a second, his eyes darkened with raw hunger as he looked at her beautiful face, her huge tits, her slutty little outfit. Then he turned back to the roses, gripping the shears tightly.

“Go back inside, Madam,” he said hoarsely. “Before someone sees.”

Tae lingered for one more moment, heart racing, pussy aching, then walked away, hips swaying, knowing his eyes were on her fat ass the entire time.