That evening, after another day of Tae’s “helping” Grandpa Kook—leaving her ass still tingling from the raw anal pounding and cane-fucking—she bounced back home just in time for dinner. Her fair white skin was flushed from the orgasms, full pink lips swollen from sucking the cane clean, but she played it off as “exercise” from chores. Yuna, looking elegant as ever in her casual dress, had prepared a simple meal, while Namjoon sat at the table, his muscular frame tense, handsome face etched with a subtle frown. Lately, he’d noticed Tae slipping away more often to the neighbor’s, and it gnawed at him—his “innocent” baby girl spending time with that grumpy old man instead of cuddling with Daddy.

As they ate, Joon finally brought it up, his deep voice casual but laced with jealousy. “Princess, you’ve been over at Mr. Jungkook’s a lot lately. Helping him with everything under the sun. Don’t forget about us—Mommy and Daddy miss our time with you.” He reached under the table, patting her thigh a bit too high, fingers brushing her inner thigh near her fat pussy, which was still leaking Kook’s cum from earlier.