The next day, Tae found herself walking into the clinic alone, her heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and illicit excitement. Junho was tied up at work with a big meeting, so she’d come by herself, telling him it was just a quick follow-up. She wore another one of her slutty outfits—a tiny black crop top that barely covered her big, fat tits, her pink nipples poking through the sheer fabric, and a matching micro-skirt that hugged her thick ass like a glove, so short it threatened to reveal her bare pink fat pussy with every step. No panties, as usual; she felt naughty and exposed, her pussy already slick from the memories of Kook’s “treatments.”

Kook was in his office when she entered, and his eyes lit up with a predatory smirk as he saw her. “Tae, sweetheart… coming alone today? Bold move.” He stood up, locking the door behind her with a deliberate click, his muscular frame towering over her.