The next morning, Koo woke up wet. Chen kissed her forehead sweetly before heading off to work, leaving her alone in the quiet house with her aching body. As soon as his car pulled away, she rolled over in bed, grabbed her phone, and opened Tae’s number.

Her thumbs hovered for a second. Then, biting her lip, she snapped a quick picture—her boobs spilling out of her tiny tank top, nipples hard, the fabric stretched to its limit. She sent it with a single caption: