The house was silent. Daeho slept soundly beside her, breathing deep, a peaceful smile on his face even in sleep. Koo lay still for a while, staring at the ceiling, her body burning with restlessness. Her pussy pulsed with need, aching for the man who owned her in ways her husband never could.

Slowly, carefully, she slipped out from under the blanket. She padded barefoot across the hall into the guest room, shutting the door softly behind her. Her heart raced as she picked up her phone, her thumb hovering over Taehyung’s name.