Weeks after London, they were back home in the penthouse, and everything seemed perfect on the surface. The campaigns rolled in, money poured in, and Bohyun paraded Tae like his ultimate prize—bragging to friends about her “comeback” while keeping her locked in luxury. But behind closed doors, Kook made sure to fuck her whenever possible—sneaky quickies in the agency bathroom, late-night “meetings” in his car, even once in the mansion’s pool house while Bohyun was on a call upstairs. He was possessive as hell, whispering filthy promises while he railed her: “This pussy’s mine—don’t even think about those models’ cocks. I’ll stuff you so full you won’t crave anything else.” Tae moaned yes every time, addicted to his rough claim, her body trained to drip for him alone.

Then, one evening, it all exploded.