The fluorescent lights of the boardroom buzzed like angry hornets, casting harsh shadows over the polished mahogany table where Kim Minjun , the ruthless CEO of KimTech Industries, sat at the head like a fucking king on his throne. At 33, Minjun was the epitome of corporate arrogance—sharp jawline, tailored suit hugging his lean frame, and eyes that could slice through steel. He adored his wife, Koo, with a passion that bordered on obsession, showering her with diamonds and designer shit, but to everyone else? He was a goddamn tyrant. Especially to his employees.

Kim Taehyung, or Tae as he preferred, stood at the front of the room, his 25-year-old body towering at 6’2” with muscles rippling under his crisp white shirt—broad shoulders, defined abs from endless gym sessions, and a cock that strained against his pants when he got pissed. He was handsome as hell, with dark hair falling over his forehead and eyes that smoldered with barely contained rage. Tae had been the new hire, fresh out of college with top marks, but Minjun treated him like dirt from day one. No matter how flawless Tae’s reports were, how innovative his ideas, Minjun always found a way to tear him down.

“Listen up, you incompetent fuck,” Minjun snarled, leaning back in his leather chair as Tae wrapped up his presentation on the new project. The room was packed with executives, all averting their eyes, but Tae stood tall, his jaw clenched. “This is the shittiest pitch I’ve heard all year. You think slapping some buzzwords on a slide makes you a genius? You’re nothing but a glorified intern, Taehyung. Get your head out of your ass or I’ll shove it so far up there you’ll be tasting your own shit.”

The room went silent, a few muffled coughs breaking the tension. Tae’s fists balled at his sides, his cock twitching involuntarily—not from arousal, but from the raw fury pumping through his veins. He wanted to lunge across the table and choke the bastard, but he bit his tongue, nodding curtly. “Understood, sir. I’ll revise it immediately.”

Minjun waved him off like a fly. “Do it right this time, or you’re out on your ass. Meeting adjourned.” As everyone filed out, whispering about the public humiliation, Tae lingered, gathering his notes with shaking hands. One day, you prick, I’ll make you regret this, he thought, his mind racing with dark fantasies of revenge.

That evening, the company gala was in full swing at the lavish Grand Hyatt ballroom. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, champagne flowed like water, and the elite of Seoul mingled in their finest. Tae arrived in a black tux that hugged his muscled frame perfectly, his tie loose around his thick neck. He grabbed a whiskey from the bar, downing it to numb the sting of the afternoon’s ass-reaming. Fuck Minjun. I’ll show him.

Then he saw her. Koo, Minjun’s wife, gliding into the room like a goddess of sin. At 30, she was a retired model whose slutty photoshoots from her heyday still haunted men’s wet dreams. Her long, raven hair cascaded down her back, framing a face with plump lips painted red and eyes that screamed “fuck me.” But her body—goddamn, her body was legendary. She wore a skimpy red dress that plunged deep between her massive, fake-enhanced tits, the fabric clinging to her tiny waist and flaring over hips that swayed like a siren’s call. Her ass was round and firm, begging to be slapped, and her long legs ended in stilettos that made her look ready to ride cock all night.

Tae froze, his drink halfway to his lips. Holy shit, that’s Koo. Flashbacks hit him like a freight train—back in college, he’d spent countless nights in his dorm, stroking his thick, veined cock to her old modeling spreads. Those slutty bikini shoots where her nipples poked through the fabric, the lingerie ads with her pussy lips barely covered by lace, the spreads where she posed on all fours, ass up like she was begging for a pounding. He’d cum buckets imagining burying his face in her wet cunt, slamming into her from behind while she screamed his name.

Now, here she was, on Minjun’s arm, smiling that fake polite smile as her husband schmoozed with investors. Minjun’s hand rested possessively on her lower back, inches from that perfect ass. Tae’s cock hardened instantly, throbbing against his zipper as he watched her laugh, her tits jiggling slightly. She’s married to that asshole? The idea clicked in his brain like a loaded gun—revenge. Seduce her, fuck her brains out, make her his personal slut. Ruin Minjun by claiming what he adores most.

He adjusted his growing bulge, smirking as he approached the couple during a lull. “Mr. Kim, Mrs. Kim,” Tae said smoothly, his deep voice laced with charm. “Great event.”

Minjun sneered. “Taehyung. Didn’t expect you to show your face after that disaster today. Don’t embarrass me further.”

Koo turned her gaze on him, her eyes widening slightly as she took in his height, his build. “Oh, you’re the new employee my husband mentioned. Taehyung, right? Nice to meet you.” Her voice was husky, like velvet wrapped around a moan, and she extended a manicured hand.

Tae took it, his large palm engulfing hers, holding on a second too long. “The pleasure’s all mine, Mrs. Kim. I’ve… admired your work for years.” His eyes dipped to her cleavage, blatant and hungry.

She blushed, but her nipples hardened under the thin fabric, visible to anyone looking. “Call me Koo. And thank you. Those modeling days feel like a lifetime ago.”

Minjun rolled his eyes. “Don’t flatter her, Taehyung. She’s retired for a reason—too slutty for the spotlight now.” He laughed, but there was an edge to it, possessive.

Tae’s blood boiled, but he smiled. “Slutty? I’d say captivating. I remember one shoot in particular—the black lace set. You looked like you were made to be worshipped.” His words were bold, filthy under the surface, and Koo’s thighs clenched, a familiar wetness starting between her legs.

Minjun shot him a glare. “Watch your mouth, boy.”

But Koo laughed lightly, her hand brushing Tae’s arm. “It’s fine, darling. Fans are fans.” As Minjun turned to greet someone else, she leaned in closer to Tae, her perfume intoxicating. “Which shoot was your favorite? Be honest.”

Tae’s eyes darkened, his voice dropping to a whisper. “The one where you were on your knees, ass arched, pussy lips peeking out. I jerked off to it so many times, imagining stuffing my fat cock down your throat until you gagged.”

Her breath hitched, eyes widening in shock and arousal. “You… you can’t say that here.”

He grinned, stepping back as Minjun returned. “Just reminiscing, Mrs. Kim. Enjoy the evening.” As he walked away, Koo watched him, her pussy throbbing, slick with need. She excused herself to the bathroom, locking the door and slipping a hand under her dress, rubbing her clit furiously. “Oh fuck, that young stud… his voice, his eyes… imagining his cock…” She came hard, biting her lip to stifle her moans, juices dripping down her thighs.

Meanwhile, Tae nursed his drink in a corner, plotting. Step one: plant the seed. Soon, I’ll have you begging for my cum, Koo, while your husband watches his world crumble.

The night dragged on, but the spark was lit. Koo couldn’t stop glancing at Tae across the room, her body betraying her with every dirty thought. Minjun, oblivious, pulled her onto the dance floor, his hands roaming her curves. But in her mind, it was Tae’s strong arms, Tae’s cock grinding against her ass. “Fuck, I need to be careful,” she whispered to herself, but the slut in her—the ex-model who thrived on attention—craved more.

As the gala wound down, Tae slipped out early, heading home to his sleek apartment. He stripped down, his massive cock springing free, already leaking precum. He pulled up old photos of Koo on his phone, stroking himself roughly. “You fucking bitch, Koo… you’re gonna be my revenge slut. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget your husband’s name. I’ll fill your tight cunt with my hot cum, make you swallow every drop.” He groaned, imagining her on her knees, tits bouncing as he face-fucked her. His orgasm hit like a wave, ropes of cum splattering his abs as he growled her name.

Little did he know, back at the Kim mansion, Koo was in bed beside a snoring Minjun, her fingers buried in her dripping pussy again. “Taehyung… oh god, what if he really wants me? His cock must be huge… I’d let him use me like a whore.” She came again, muffling her cries into the pillow, her body arching in filthy ecstasy.

The game had begun.