The fluorescent lights of the prison hall buzzed faintly as Jungkook strutted in, hips swaying under her tight, micro-mini skirt. She’d chosen a low-cut crop top that left very little to imagination—her heavy tits practically spilling free, nipples poking through the thin fabric. The guards couldn’t keep their eyes off her, and she loved it. Every step, every click of her heels, reminded her she was walking temptation incarnate.

But her mind wasn’t entirely on teasing. Junho—her boyfriend, her man—was rotting in a cell. Theft, assault…they had pinned him with enough charges to keep him behind bars for years. And Kook wasn’t going to let that happen. She needed him back in her bed, back between her legs, back where he belonged.

She had asked around, and one name kept coming up: Warden Kim taehyung.

He was the kind of man people whispered about—an old dog, late fifties, gray hair slicked back, a thick belly straining his uniform, but still broad enough to command a room. Ruthless, corrupt, and powerful. The kind of man who could make prison life hell…or heaven…for Junho.

Kook smirked as the guard led her into   Taehyung’s office.

The warden looked up from behind his desk, his sharp eyes immediately dropping to Kook’s tits, then sliding down her bare thighs. His tongue darted across his lips before he even spoke.

“Well,”   Taehyung said slowly, voice low and heavy, “now this is a surprise. You must be Jungkook.”

Jungkook leaned against the doorframe, arching her back, making her breasts push forward until his eyes practically bulged. “Mmhmm. Junho’s girl,” she purred. “I came to talk about… his situation.”

   Taehyung leaned back in his chair, the leather groaning under his weight, and folded his thick arms over his belly. “Your boyfriend’s looking at a long, hard stretch. Nothing I can do to erase that.” His eyes dropped to the deep cleavage spilling from her top. “But maybe… I could make his time easier. A bigger cell, special privileges. Hell… maybe even an early release recommendation.”

Kook’s heart thudded. She knew what was coming. She felt her pussy pulse already, wetness seeping into the tiny thong beneath her skirt.

“And what would that take?” she asked, licking her glossy lips.

The warden’s chuckle was dark and low. “Takes loyalty… sacrifice. You want me to look out for your boy? Then you’ll come work for me. My assistant. In this office. Every damn day.”

Kook tilted her head, her hair falling over one eye. “Assistant?”

  Taehyung grinned, his teeth yellowed but strong. “Mmhmm. You’ll handle my… needs. My paperwork, my coffee, my cock. Keep me happy, and I’ll keep Junho happy.” His eyes narrowed, voice dropping to a growl. “Hell, sweetheart… just the way you’re dressed right now tells me you already know the deal.”

Kook’s thighs squeezed together. She did know. And she loved it. Being wanted by a man old enough to be her father, a man with a thick belly and power dripping from him, only made her wetter.

She stepped closer to his desk, slowly bending forward so her tits nearly spilled out onto the paperwork scattered across it. “So… if I make you happy…” she whispered, “Junho gets special treatment?”

The warden’s eyes devoured her. “That’s right, sugar. You keep that sweet little pussy of yours open for me, and I’ll make sure your boy’s prison stay gets a whole lot easier.”

Kook bit her lip, heat flooding her. She could practically feel his eyes tugging at her thong, his fat fingers pawing her skin. She spread her legs just a little, enough that the skirt rode up, flashing the hint of her wet panties.

Her voice was husky when she breathed, “When do I start, Warden?”

He stood, his heavy body towering, belt already straining. His hand cupped her jaw, thumb dragging across her lips. “Right now.”

Kook moaned against his thumb, her pussy soaking, as her deal with the devil officially began.