The next morning at KimTech headquarters felt like walking into a pressure cooker. Tae arrived early, still buzzing from the gala the night before. His cock had been half-hard all night thinking about Koo—those fat tits spilling out of that red dress, the way her thighs had pressed together when he whispered filthy shit in her ear. He jerked off twice before sleep finally took him, groaning her name while picturing her lips stretched around his shaft.

He was in the executive elevator, heading up to the 42nd floor, when the doors slid open on the lobby level.

And there she was.

Koo stepped in alone, looking like pure sin in daylight. Tight black pencil skirt hugging her thick hips and ass, the hem riding high enough to show the lace tops of her thigh-high stockings. A cream silk blouse unbuttoned just enough to reveal the deep valley of her cleavage—those surgically perfect tits straining against the fabric, nipples already faintly visible through the thin material. Her heels clicked sharply on the marble floor as she entered, perfume hitting him like a drug: expensive vanilla and musk, the kind that made men want to bury their face between her legs.

She froze for half a second when she saw him, then smiled—slow, knowing, a little guilty.

“Morning, Taehyung,” she purred, voice low and smoky. She stepped inside and stood beside him, closer than necessary in the spacious elevator.

“Morning, Koo.” He hit the button for the 42nd floor again even though it was already lit. The doors closed. Just the two of them.

Silence stretched for three heartbeats.

Then Tae turned slightly, letting his broad shoulder brush hers. He looked down at her—way down, because even in those fuck-me heels she barely reached his chest.

“You look… edible this morning,” he said, voice rough. “That skirt’s so tight I can see the outline of your thong. Black lace?”

Koo’s breath caught. She didn’t answer right away, but her pupils dilated, dark and hungry.

“You shouldn’t talk to me like that,” she whispered, but there was no conviction in it. Her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip.

“Why not?” Tae stepped closer, crowding her against the mirrored wall. His body heat enveloped her. “Because you’re married? Or because your pussy’s already getting wet thinking about it?”

She gasped softly, eyes flicking up to the security camera in the corner.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, leaning in until his lips almost brushed her ear. “I checked. It’s maintenance day. No recording until noon.”

Koo swallowed hard. “You’re insane.”

“Insane for these tits.” His gaze dropped blatantly to her chest. “I used to zoom in on your old shoots just to watch them bounce when you moved. Remember that red bikini spread? Your nipples were so hard they looked painted on. I came all over my laptop imagining sucking them until you cried.”

Her thighs squeezed together. A tiny, involuntary whimper escaped her throat.

Tae’s hand moved—slow, deliberate—until his knuckles grazed the side of her breast through the silk. Just a feather-light touch.

“Look at you,” he growled. “Already breathing like a bitch in heat. Bet if I slid my hand up that skirt right now I’d find your cunt soaked through your panties.”

Koo’s head tipped back against the mirror, eyes fluttering shut for a second. “Tae… we can’t…”

“Can’t what?” He pressed his hips forward just enough for her to feel the thick, heavy ridge of his cock through his suit pants. Rock-hard. Throbbing. “Can’t feel how fucking hard you make me? Can’t admit you’ve been thinking about this big dick since last night?”

She moaned—quiet, broken. Her hands came up like she was going to push him away, but instead her fingers curled into his lapels, holding on.

“I… I touched myself thinking about you,” she confessed in a shaky whisper. “In the bathroom at the gala. I rubbed my clit so hard imagining your mouth on me. I came so fast I almost fell over.”

Tae groaned low in his throat, hips rocking once—grinding that fat bulge against her lower belly.

“Fuck, Koo. You’re such a dirty little slut under all that perfect-wife bullshit, aren’t you? Minjun thinks he owns this pussy, but we both know the truth. You’re starving for cock that actually knows how to use it.”

The elevator dinged—passing the 18th floor.

She whimpered again, hips twitching forward like she couldn’t help it.

“Tell me,” Tae demanded, voice dark velvet. “When was the last time Minjun made you squirt?”

Koo’s cheeks flamed. “He… he doesn’t. Not anymore.”

Tae chuckled—low, cruel, triumphant. “That’s what I thought. Poor neglected cunt. Bet it’s crying for a real man to stretch it open.”

His hand slid down—bold now—cupping the curve of her ass through the skirt, squeezing hard enough to leave fingerprints.

“I could fuck you right here,” he rasped against her neck. “Bend you over, yank this skirt up, rip those panties to the side and ram every thick inch inside you while the floors tick by. Make you watch in the mirror while I pound that married pussy raw. You’d scream my name so loud the whole building would hear what a cheating whore you are.”

Koo’s knees buckled slightly. She gripped his arms to stay upright.

“Please…” she breathed.

“Please what, baby?” He nipped her earlobe. “Please stop? Or please don’t stop until I’ve pumped you full of cum?”

She didn’t answer—just panted, chest heaving, nipples like diamonds against the silk.

Tae slid his hand between them, palm pressing flat against her mound over the skirt. He could feel the heat radiating through the fabric.

“Goddamn, you’re burning up,” he muttered. “I bet your clit’s so swollen it hurts. Bet if I rubbed it right now you’d come in under thirty seconds like the desperate slut you are.”

The elevator slowed—25th floor.

Koo made a broken sound. “Tae… someone might get on…”

“Then you better come fast,” he growled, suddenly cupping her pussy fully, grinding the heel of his hand against her clit through layers of fabric.

She cried out—sharp, needy—hips bucking into his touch.

“That’s it,” he hissed. “Grind on my hand like a good girl. Show me how bad you want this cock. Imagine it splitting you open, stretching that tight little hole until you can’t walk straight. Imagine Minjun coming home tonight and kissing the same mouth that swallowed my load earlier.”

Koo’s eyes rolled back. “Oh fuck—fuck—Tae—”

The doors opened on the 32nd floor.

Empty hallway.

Tae didn’t stop. He rubbed harder, faster, feeling the wet spot blooming under his palm.

“Come on, Koo. Come for me. Come thinking about your husband’s employee finger-fucking you in his own building. Come knowing you’re gonna spend the rest of the day with my handprint on your ass and my scent all over your cunt.”

She shattered.

Her whole body seized, thighs clamping around his wrist, a strangled sob ripping from her throat as she came—hard, messy, hips jerking uncontrollably against his hand. Wetness soaked through her panties, through the skirt, coating his fingers.

Tae kept the pressure on, drawing it out until she was whimpering, oversensitive, trembling.

When she finally sagged against him, panting, he pulled his hand away slowly—bringing glistening fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean with a filthy groan.

“Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he murmured. “Even through fabric. Can’t wait to get my tongue in there for real.”

Koo stared at him, dazed, lips parted, mascara slightly smudged from the intensity.

The elevator dinged again—almost at the 42nd.

Tae stepped back just as the doors slid open.

He adjusted his raging erection with zero shame, smirking down at her flushed, wrecked face.

“See you around, Mrs. Kim,” he said casually, like he hadn’t just made her cream herself in an elevator. “Try not to think about my cock too much during lunch with your husband.”

He walked out, leaving her leaning against the mirror, legs shaking, panties ruined, heart hammering.

Koo pressed her thighs together, feeling the slick slide of her own arousal.

“Oh my god,” she whispered to her reflection. “What the fuck am I doing?”

But her fingers were already drifting back down—pressing against her still-throbbing clit through the soaked fabric.

She rode the elevator back down to the lobby just so she could come again in private, moaning Tae’s name under her breath, already addicted.

And Tae?

He went straight to the bathroom on his floor, locked himself in a stall, yanked his pants down, and stroked his leaking cock furiously—picturing her face when she came, the way she’d clenched around nothing, desperate for him.

“Fuck yes, Koo,” he grunted, pumping faster. “You’re mine now. That tight little cunt belongs to me. I’m gonna ruin you for him. Gonna fuck you so good you’ll be crawling to my desk begging for dick every day.”

He came with a guttural groan, thick ropes painting the stall wall, his whole body shaking with the force of it.

Game on.

And it was only just beginning.