The morning at the Kim mansion felt deceptively ordinary. Sara had left early for her spa appointment, leaving Taehyung and Jungkook alone with baby Jiho.

Taehyung sat stiffly in the living room, pretending to read the newspaper. His eyes scanned the same paragraph over and over, the words blurring. Every time he blinked, he saw it again—Jungkook’s breasts heavy in his hands, her milk spilling into his mouth, her soft moans as she “slept.”

He clenched his jaw, forcing the memory down. She didn’t know. She was asleep. She’ll never know.

“Good morning, Mr. Kim.”

Her voice floated through the room like silk. Taehyung lowered the paper—and nearly choked.

Jungkook stood in the doorway in a flimsy crop top and shorts so tiny they could barely be called clothing. Her tits pushed against the thin fabric, nipples obvious and hard, her thighs smooth and glistening in the light. She carried Jiho on her hip, smiling sweetly, but her eyes… her eyes were wicked.

Taehyung cleared his throat. “M-Morning.”

She set Jiho down in his playpen and sauntered closer, swaying her hips deliberately. Then, without asking, she plopped down right beside him on the sofa. The brush of her bare thigh against his made his cock twitch violently.

“So…” she began, dragging out the word. “Did you sleep well last night?”

Taehyung stiffened. His hands gripped the newspaper tighter. “Y-Yes. Fine.”

Her smirk widened. “Mm. I did too. Though…” She leaned closer, her lips near his ear. “I could swear I had the strangest dream.”

Taehyung’s blood ran cold. He swallowed hard. “Wh-what dream?”

Jungkook’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Mmm… I dreamed someone was in my bed. A big, strong man. He pulled down my dress… and latched onto my tits. Drank me so hard I thought I’d run dry.” She licked her lips, eyes glinting. “It felt so real, Mr. Kim. My nipples are still sore.”

Taehyung’s cock jerked in his trousers, painfully hard. His face burned red, but he forced out, “Y-you must’ve imagined it.”

Jungkook giggled softly, leaning back, stretching her arms overhead until her top rode up and her breasts threatened to spill free. “Maybe… but my pussy’s been dripping wet since. You know what happens when I get too wet?” She leaned close again, whispering filth into his ear. “My milk flows even more.”

Taehyung groaned under his breath, his cock straining. He tried to stand, but she grabbed his wrist, her fingers soft yet firm.

“Don’t go,” she purred. “Why are you running? I didn’t say it was you.”

His eyes flicked to her, wide. She smirked knowingly.

“Oh, Mr. Kim,” she cooed, her tone playful but sharp. “You tasted me, didn’t you? You couldn’t resist. And now…” She cupped her heavy breast through the thin fabric, squeezing until a small wet patch bloomed over her nipple. “Now look at me. I’m leaking again. You did this.”

A bead of milk trickled down the curve of her tit, disappearing into her top. Taehyung’s hands fisted at his sides, his breathing ragged.

“You should help me,” Jungkook teased, voice husky. “I’m so full… I’ll burst. Won’t you drink your slutty nanny again?”

Taehyung shot to his feet, backing away, his face flushed with shame and hunger. “Stop,” he rasped. “This is wrong.”

Jungkook only smiled, biting her lip. She lay back on the sofa, legs spreading casually, the damp crotch of her shorts glistening. Her hand trailed down, pressing over her pussy as she moaned softly.

“Mmm… you can lie to yourself all you want, Mr. Kim. But your eyes, your cock… they already belong to me.”

She arched her back, squeezing her tits, milk dripping through her top as she rubbed herself in plain sight. “So wet… all because you tasted me. You’ve ruined me.”

Taehyung’s cock throbbed violently, precum dampening his boxers, but he turned and stormed out of the room before he broke completely.

Left alone, Jungkook laughed softly, her fingers slipping under her shorts as she moaned his name.

She was going to drive him mad.

And soon, he’d snap.