Tae woke up the way she always did — soft, warm, and already looking like sin.

The morning light spilled across the big bed in their nice apartment, catching on her white skin like it wanted to taste her. She stretched slowly, arms above her head, back arching. The thin white tank top she slept in rode up, letting both of her heavy, soft tits spill free. They were big. Really big. Full and round with soft pink nipples that were already a little tight from the cool air. She didn’t cover them. She never did. She just looked down at herself with that same gentle, kind smile she always wore and cupped them once, feeling the weight, the way they overflowed her hands.

Thirty-five years old and her body still looked like it was made to be stared at. Soft pink lips that stayed shiny even without anything on them. Thick thighs. A fat, round ass that jiggled when she walked. She rolled onto her side and the tank top rode higher. Her tiny sleep shorts had ridden up between her cheeks, the soft flesh of her ass completely out. She reached back and pulled the fabric free with a soft sigh, then got up.

In the bathroom mirror she studied herself the way other people did — like she was something to fuck. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, then stood there naked after shedding the tank and shorts. Big soft tits, narrow waist, that heavy ass. She turned and looked over her shoulder, watching the deep curve of her lower back and the way her cheeks sat high and full. Men always stared. She knew it. She just never did anything about it.

She dressed the way she always dressed.

Today it was a tight baby-pink crop top that stopped right under her tits. No bra. The soft material stretched thin over her nipples so the little peaks were clear. Below that she pulled on the smallest pair of black shorts she owned — the ones that dug into the soft meat of her ass and left the bottom curves hanging out every time she moved. She slipped on simple white sneakers and looked at herself one last time. Kind eyes. Soft smile. Body built for pure filth.

Downstairs Hyunsik was already at the kitchen counter in his work clothes, scrolling his phone. Forty years old, still good-looking, still making good money. He looked up when she walked in and his eyes went straight to her chest, then lower to the way the shorts barely covered anything.

“You’re going out like that again?” His voice was already sharp.

Tae smiled, sweet and soft. “Just to the market, baby. I’ll be quick.”

He stood up, walked over, and grabbed her wrist harder than he needed to. “Men look at you like they want to bend you over the nearest car. You know that, right? You walk around looking like you’re already wet and waiting.”

She didn’t pull away. She never did. “I’m only yours,” she said quietly. “You know that.”

Hyunsik’s jaw flexed. He hated how true it was and still couldn’t believe it. Ten years married. No baby. He finished too fast every time they fucked and somehow that was still her fault in his head. He blamed her body for being too soft, too fuckable, too distracting. He blamed her for the empty second bedroom. And every time they stepped outside and some man’s eyes dropped to the bounce of her tits or the sway of that fat ass, something ugly twisted in his chest.

He yanked her closer and kissed her hard, possessive, one hand sliding down to squeeze her ass roughly through the tiny shorts. His fingers dug into the soft flesh that spilled out the bottom. “Be good,” he muttered against her mouth. “Don’t give anyone a reason to look.”

Then he left for work.

Tae watched the door close, still smiling that same gentle smile. She really was loyal. She had never even thought about another man.

Across the city, Jeon Jungkook was already under the stage lights.

Twenty-eight. Tall. Broad shoulders. Hard muscle packed under smooth skin. He moved like the music lived inside his hips — rolling, grinding, shirt already half open so the women in the front could see the deep lines of his abs and the V that disappeared into his low black pants. Money rained onto the stage. Women screamed. Some reached up trying to touch him. He needed every single bill. His own business. His own name on a door. No more dancing for drunk strangers. He was still short on the money he needed to start fresh, and every night he danced harder because of it.

When the set ended he stepped offstage, towel around his neck, chest still rising and falling hard.

That was when the group of older men at the corner table started waving him over.

Hyunsik had been drinking for two hours already.

He sat with three of his friends around a sticky table near the edge of the stage, glasses half empty, faces flushed. One of them — Minho — kept glancing at the dancers and laughing.

“Still paranoid about Tae?” Minho asked, smirking. “Bro, you’ve been married ten years and she still looks at you like you hung the moon. Chill.”

Hyunsik’s jaw tightened. “You didn’t see the way that guy at the restaurant looked at her last week. Like he wanted to bend her over the table right there.”

Another friend, Jae, snorted. “That’s because she walks around with those big tits out and that fat ass in those tiny shorts. Of course men look. Doesn’t mean she’s doing anything.”

“She’s too beautiful,” Hyunsik muttered, staring into his glass. “Every time we go out I can feel them undressing her. I know she’s loyal… but what if one day someone actually tries? What if she—”

Minho leaned in, grinning like the devil. “Then test her.”

Hyunsik looked up. “What?”

“Test her loyalty,” Minho said, voice low and amused. “Hire some guy. Tell him to try and seduce her. If she shuts him down, you know she’s clean. If she falls for it… well.” He shrugged. “Then you know the truth and you can throw her out. She’ll have nowhere to go.”

The table went quiet for a second. Then Jae laughed. “Holy shit. That’s fucked up.”

Hyunsik’s eyes were glassy from the alcohol. The idea sat in his chest like something ugly and tempting. He wanted to believe she was pure. He also wanted to know. Needed to know.

“How?” he asked.

Minho nodded toward the stage. “Pick someone from here. Look.”

They all turned.

Jungkook was in the middle of his last song of the night. Shirt fully open now, body moving like pure sex under the lights. Women were losing their minds — screaming, throwing money, some of them openly touching themselves under the table. He rolled his hips, dropped low, then came back up slow, abs flexing, that flirty half-smirk on his face that made half the room wet.

“Him,” Jae said immediately. “Look at the way those bitches are going crazy. If anyone can get into a married woman’s panties, it’s that kid.”

Hyunsik stared. Tall. Muscled. Young. Handsome in a way that made something bitter twist in his gut. Perfect.

“After this song,” Minho said. “Call him over.”

When the music finally died and the lights dimmed, Hyunsik raised a hand. One of the club staff brought Jungkook over.

Kook walked up polite, towel still around his neck, sweat gleaming on his chest. He was used to drunk men calling him over for private dances or stupid bets. He kept his face respectful.

“Evening,” he said. “Something I can help you with?”

Hyunsik pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and turned the screen toward him.

Tae’s face filled the display.

Soft pink lips. Kind eyes. That body poured into another one of her tiny outfits — crop top riding up, shorts so small the soft undersides of her ass cheeks were visible. The photo was recent. She was smiling at the camera like she didn’t even know how fuckable she looked.

Kook’s throat went dry.

“This is my wife,” Hyunsik said, voice thick. “I want you to seduce her.”

The table erupted in laughter.

Kook stared at the photo, then at Hyunsik. “What?”

“You heard me.” Hyunsik leaned forward. “Seduce her. Flirt with her. Touch her. Fuck her if you can. I need to know if she’s really loyal or if she’s just waiting for the right dick to come along.”

The friends kept laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world.

Kook’s jaw clenched. The way this man talked about his own wife — like she was something disposable — made something hot and angry coil low in his gut. But his eyes kept drifting back to the photo. That soft face. Those heavy tits. That body that looked like it was made to be ruined.

“No,” he said flatly.

Hyunsik’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll pay you ten thousand dollars.”

The number hit Kook like a punch.

Ten thousand. That was almost everything he still needed. That was the difference between another year of grinding on stages and finally starting his own thing. Freedom. His own name.

He looked at the photo again. At the soft pink lips. At the kind eyes that had no idea her husband was sitting in a club offering another man money to destroy her.

Kook felt irritated. Disgusted, even. This was still someone’s wife.

But god… he had never seen a woman that beautiful in his life.

He exhaled slowly, then met Hyunsik’s eyes.

“…Alright,” he said. “I’ll do it.”

The table cheered like they’d just won a bet.

He had just agreed to try and ruin a marriage.

And the woman in the photo was the most beautiful, soft, fuckable thing he had ever seen.