Months blurred. Koo knelt daily in the lobby fountain—mouth, pussy, ass stretched wide by streams of men. Her pink holes gaped visibly now. Soft. Slack. Wetness pooled beneath her constantly. One rainy Tuesday, Jung shoved her against the elevator mirror. "Too loose," he spat, thrusting half-heartedly. "Like throwing a sausage down a hallway." Koo whimpered, grinding back. "FUCK ME DEEPER!" Jung slapped her ass. "Can't feel it." He pulled out, zipping up. Disgusted. Koo scrambled after him. "PLEASE! USE ME!" Jung shoved her off. "Get lost, garbage."

Desperation grew. Koo crawled to Choi’s desk, pressing her face to his crotch. "Sir! Need your cock!" Choi glanced down, sneering. "That wrecked cunt?" He kicked her away. "Pathetic."