The next morning, the backyard of the mansion was quiet except for the chirping of birds and the distant sound of servants working. No guests. No music. No flowers except the ones Kook had trimmed himself the day before. It was nothing more than a cheap, shameful transaction disguised as a wedding.

Sungmin walked into the master bedroom holding a small white dress. “This is what you’ll wear today.”

Tae’s eyes widened in horror as she took it. The so-called wedding dress was tiny — barely more than a sheer babydoll nightie. The fabric was completely transparent white lace. The hem would barely cover the bottom of her ass. There were no cups for her breasts, no lining anywhere. It was designed to show everything.

“This… this is indecent!” Tae gasped, holding the flimsy thing up. “It’s a wedding, not a brothel! I can’t wear this in front of the elder and… and him!”

Sungmin smirked, grabbing her chin. “You will wear it. And you’ll wear nothing underneath. No bra. No panties. I want Jungkook to see every inch of what he’s getting. The harder his cock gets, the better the seed, right? This is for our future wealth, Tae. Don’t be difficult.”

Tae’s cheeks burned with shame and unwanted arousal. Tears pricked her eyes, but she obeyed. She stripped completely, her heavy breasts bouncing free, pink nipples already stiff. Her fat, puffy pink pussy was smooth and exposed. She slid the transparent dress over her body. The lace clung to her like mist. Her big tits were completely visible, nipples dark and prominent through the sheer material. The hem barely reached the bottom of her round ass cheeks. If she bent even slightly, her pussy would be on full display.

She looked at herself in the mirror and whispered, “I look like a whore…”

“You look perfect,” Sungmin said, squeezing one of her tits roughly. “Now let’s go. Your new husband is waiting.”

Kook stood at the makeshift altar in the backyard wearing a cheap, ill-fitting black suit that Sungmin had thrown at him. His broad shoulders stretched the fabric tight. He looked devastatingly handsome even in cheap clothes. His jaw was clenched, fists tight at his sides.

When Tae appeared, walking slowly down the short garden path, Kook stiffened like he’d been struck by lightning.

“God…” he breathed under his breath.

The transparent dress hid nothing. Her massive breasts swayed heavily with every step, pink nipples clearly visible. The outline of her fat pussy lips showed through the lace. Her round ass jiggled softly. She looked like sin wrapped in a wedding veil. Kook’s cock surged to full hardness instantly, throbbing painfully against his cheap trousers. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her tits, her pussy, her flushed embarrassed face.

Tae reached the altar, cheeks burning crimson. She couldn’t meet his eyes at first.

The old religious elder looked visibly uncomfortable but said nothing — Sungmin had paid him well. Sungmin stood off to the side, grinning like a man who had just bought another fortune.

The elder cleared his throat. “Let us begin.”

He spoke the vows quickly, voice flat.

“Do you, Jeon Jungkook, take this woman as your temporary wife, to lie with her, to fill her with your child, and to claim that child when the time comes?”

Kook’s voice was low, strained. “I… do.”

The elder turned to Tae. “Do you, Tae, take this man to your body, to receive his seed willingly until you are with child?”

Tae’s voice shook. “I do…”

They exchanged cheap brass rings. Tae now wore two wedding rings — Sungmin’s expensive gold one on her right hand, and Kook’s thin band on her left.

Sungmin muttered happily, “Good. Very good.”

The elder nodded. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Tae and Kook turned to each other. For a moment they just stared — years of hidden glances, secret desire, shame, and anger all crashing together.

Then they leaned in.

Their lips met hungrily. The kiss was not gentle. It was deep, desperate, filthy. Kook’s strong hand cupped the back of her head as he devoured her mouth. Tae moaned loudly into him, her soft pink lips parting instantly, tongue sliding against his. They kissed like they were starving — wet, messy, moaning sounds filling the quiet garden. Kook groaned deep in his chest as he tasted her. Tae’s knees weakened. She had never felt a spark like this with Sungmin. Never this raw hunger.

They kissed until they were both breathless, lips swollen, saliva shining on their chins.

The elder announced awkwardly, “By the power given to me… I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

Sungmin clapped once, beaming. “Perfect! Now go. Start making me my fortune.”

Sungmin led them to a private guestroom at the far end of the mansion — a nicely furnished room with a large bed, meant for important visitors. This was where Kook would now live and where he would fuck Tae day and night until she was pregnant.

Sungmin opened the door and pushed them inside. “I expect results soon. Fuck her hard. Fill her every day.” He looked at Kook. “Remember — strictly for the child. No feelings.” Then he stepped out and locked the door from the outside.

Now it was just the two of them.

The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. Tae stood there in her transparent slutty wedding dress, breasts heaving, nipples rock hard. Kook’s cock was painfully tenting his cheap suit pants. They could still taste the kiss on their lips.

Tae saw how angry and nervous he was — angry at Sungmin for controlling them like animals, nervous about what came next.

She stepped closer, her bare feet silent on the floor. Her huge tits jiggled with every movement. She placed both soft hands on his hard chest, feeling the heat of his muscles through the shirt.

“Kook…” she whispered, voice shaky but needy. “Let’s get over with it.”

Kook’s breathing grew ragged. His hands shot out, grabbing her fat ass through the sheer lace. He pulled her body flush against his, squeezing her soft, round cheeks hard as he yanked her into another deep, filthy kiss.