"Morning, princess," Sehun called from the kitchen, flipping pancakes. "Sleep well?"

Koo shuffled in, oversized hoodie swallowing her frame, eyes downcast. "Fine, Appa," she mumbled, voice soft as fresh snow. She slid into a chair, tugging sleeves over her wrists.

At 22, Koo lived a life split cleanly in two. By day, she was her parents' quiet daughter in baggy sweats and no makeup, helping Mina weed the garden or dusting shelves with monastic focus. But nights belonged to her phone’s glow and the velvet-curtained corner of her bedroom she’d transformed into a stage.

There, "SweetKoo" emerged—hair cascading in glossy waves, lips painted candy-pink, clad in lace so sheer it was more suggestion than fabric. Her SluttyFans subscribers paid top dollar for clips of her oiled skin catching lamplight, slow hip rolls making her ass ripple, or close-ups where her pink folds glistened like dew on petals. Last Tuesday, a CEO tipped $500 just to watch her lick strawberry syrup off her own nipple.

Tonight’s stream demanded something special. Koo selected a crimson bra that pushed her breasts into impossible cleavage and matching thong strings digging into plush hips. She angled her phone, ensuring the frame captured every jiggle and curve.

"Missed me?" she purred into the mic, voice dripping honeyed sin as chat exploded with hearts and dollar signs. One hand trailed down her stomach, fingers teasing the lace edge. "Who wants to see what’s under this?"

Downstairs, Sehun poured wine for Mina, chuckling. "Remember Taehyung? My old army buddy? He’s visiting tomorrow—first time in twenty years!" Mina smiled, unaware their daughter was currently arching her back on camera, moaning as virtual gifts flooded the screen.

"Look how wet I get for you," she whispered, fingers gliding through slick folds. The chat exploded—*$2000 FROM VIP_DADDY! SHOW US MORE!* She complied, circling her clit with practiced slowness, hips lifting off the velvet stool. Lamplight caught the sheen on her inner thighs. A bead of sweat trailed down her neck.

Outside her door, the floorboard creaked. Koo froze mid-moan, heart hammering. Appa? But footsteps retreated toward the master bedroom. Relief washed over her, mingling with adrenaline. She blew a kiss to the camera. "Almost got caught, babies. Makes it hotter, right?"