The grandfather clock struck midnight.

Sana was away in Tokyo for work.

Taehyung was alone in the big, quiet mansion. He had been avoiding the east wing all night because Mimi's room was there. But he got thirsty and went towards the kitchen.

As he passed her door, a sound made him stop. It wasn't humming. It was a low, rhythmic thwack. Then he heard a gasp. It was desperate.

"Fuck... yes..." It was a woman's voice, thick with want. It was Mimi's voice.

Without thinking, he moved silently to her door, which was slightly open. Light came from the crack. He looked inside.

Mimi was sitting naked on the edge of her bed under a single, harsh light. Her skin was shiny. Her breasts were full and heavy. She was roughly touching them, pinching her dark nipples.

"God, these fat fucking tits," she moaned.

One of her hands moved down her stomach. Her fingers pushed deep between her legs.

Taehyung froze. He had never seen a woman look so wet and swollen there. Her fingers moved fast, spreading herself open.

"Look at this messy pussy," she said, and she slapped herself there. The sound was loud. "Begging for it. Begging for his big cock."

She squeezed her breast hard. "Bet he wants to shove it in here... fuck these slutty tits raw..." She slapped her pussy again, harder. "Or bury it deep in this greedy hole... fill me up..."

Taehyung watched, unable to move, as she shoved two fingers deep inside herself. A raw cry tore from her throat.

"YES! Fuck! Taehyung... sir... fuck your maid!" Her hips moved wildly. "Stuff me!

Ruin this tight little cunt! Make me scream!"

Her body shook violently on the bed.

The raw sight and the sound of his name wasn't just exciting; it was a shock to his senses. He stumbled back, her image burned into his mind.

Mimi gasped for air, her fingers still inside her. Then, she suddenly froze. Her head turned towards the door crack. Her eyes, dark and wide, looked right at the spot where Taehyung was hiding. A slow, triumphant smile spread across her face.

"Sir?" she purred, her voice husky. "See something you like?" She slowly pulled her fingers out with a wet sound, holding them up in the light. "Or maybe... something you want?"

Taehyung's blood pounded in his ears.

He felt both shame and a blinding lust.

His control shattered. He didn't run. He shoved the door open violently.

Mimi didn't jump. She just tilted her head, her smile becoming a victorious smirk.

"Couldn't stay away?" she whispered, looking right at the obvious bulge in his pants. "Looks like someone's ready to play." She arched her back, pushing her heavy breasts forward. "Want a taste?"

"Shut up," Taehyung growled, his voice rough with anger and desire. He crossed the room in two steps, standing over her.

Mimi didn't back down. She looked right back at him, her eyes challenging.

"Make me," she breathed, defiant.

Taehyung's hand shot out and gripped her jaw hard, forcing her head back. She gasped, but her eyes stayed locked on his.

"You think this is a game?" he snarled, his thumb pressing into her lip. "You think you can parade yourself... tempt me... mock me?"

Mimi laughed, a low, dangerous sound.

"Mock you? Sir," she rasped, her eyes gleaming. "I'm just doing my job.

Keeping things... interesting." She licked her lips, her tongue touching his thumb.

"Seems like it's working." Her eyes went down to his erection again. "Very... hard work."

Her boldness was the final push. It broke the last of his control.