Koo’s hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel as she parked outside Kim Taehyung’s mansion. The residence was just like him — tall, intimidating, expensive. Her heart pounded in her chest, but it wasn’t nerves. It was heat. Anticipation.

She had dressed for this. A tiny black dress that barely clung to her curves, its neckline plunging so low her heavy breasts looked like they might spill out. The hem rode up so high that if she bent the wrong way, her pink panties would flash. She wore heels that made her ass stick out even more, and glossy lipstick on her naturally pink lips. Her sluttiest look — one that screamed I’m not here to talk about business only.

The guard let her in after she gave her name. Minutes later, the front door opened, and there stood Taehyung himself.

He looked even more powerful up close — tall, broad, dressed casually in a shirt with the top buttons undone. His salt-and-pepper hair gleamed under the porch light, his eyes narrowing with curiosity… and then widening when they swept down her body.

“Koo?” he said, his deep voice half amused, half hungry. “What a surprise.”

She gave him her sweetest, sluttiest smile. “Mr. Kim. I… I needed to speak with you.”

For a moment he only stared at her, taking in her breasts straining against the fabric, her thighs peeking from the hem, her flushed cheeks. Then he stepped aside and gestured. “Come in.”

The living room was lavish, the kind of place where rich men entertained important guests. He poured her a glass of juice himself, handing it to her with a small smirk before sitting across from her on the couch.

“So,” he began smoothly, “to what do I owe the pleasure of this… unexpected visit?”

Koo crossed her legs slowly, letting her heel dangle. “It’s about my husband. You know he’s been working very hard for years. And yet… he never gets promoted. He comes home every night stressed, disappointed, even… hopeless.”

Taehyung sipped his drink, his gaze fixed not on her eyes, but on the deep valley of her cleavage. “That’s unfortunate,” he said casually. “But the company makes decisions based on performance.”

She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her dress. “Mr. Kim… please. He deserves it. He’s so dedicated. I’m here because… because I can give you anything, if only you’d consider him.”

His brows lifted, and then he smirked — that knowing, wicked smile of a man who had been waiting for this. “Anything?”

Her heart raced. She swallowed, her thighs pressing together as she whispered, “Yes.”

He leaned back, watching her squirm under his gaze. “Then tell me, Koo… can I have you?”

Her face flushed so red she had to look away. But her body betrayed her — her nipples already stiff beneath her dress, her pussy soaking her panties. She gave the tiniest nod, whispering breathlessly, “You can use me anytime you want… just promise you’ll give Daeho the promotion he deserves.”

Taehyung chuckled darkly. “If I feel satisfied, I’ll consider it.” His eyes gleamed.

Koo gave him a slutty little smile, biting her lip. “Then… you can contact me whenever you want me.”

His smirk widened. He leaned forward, his voice low and rough. “Why wait? How about I fuck you right now?”

Her breath hitched. Her whole body heated at once. She pressed her thighs together, already wet, already throbbing. Her blush deepened, her chest rising and falling quickly as she whispered, “Now?”

“Yes,” he said, standing and towering over her. “Right now.”

She couldn’t help it — a whimper slipped from her lips. She nodded, biting her lip again, eyes sparkling with a mixture of fear and filthy excitement.

“Good girl,” Taehyung murmured, grabbing her chin and tilting her face up. “Let’s see if you’re as sweet as you look.”

Koo’s pussy clenched hard just from his words. She was ready to give herself to him — her body, her mouth, her everything — just for that promise of her husband’s promotion. And deep inside, she knew she wasn’t doing this just for Daeho. She was doing it because she wanted it. Because she was a slut, and this was exactly the kind of dangerous, dirty situation she craved.