The club's neon lights painted Tae's sweat-slicked body in lurid hues as she knelt on the leather booth, her thighs still trembling from their last round. Cum dripped from her pussy in thick rivulets, pooling on the upholstery beneath her spread knees. Around them, men leaned closer—drinks forgotten, eyes ravenous—as Jungkook dragged a finger through her slick folds and held it up for the crowd. "Thirsty?" he taunted, smearing it across her lower lip.

Namjoon gripped her hair, forcing her face toward the nearest stranger—a broad-shouldered man whose gaze locked onto her ruined cunt. "Open," he commanded, and Tae's mouth fell obediently open, her tongue lolling like a bitch in heat. The man groaned, his cock straining against his zipper as Yoongi spat into her gaping asshole. "One taste each," he smirked, nodding at the line forming behind them. "Make her scream your name."