The weekend after the gym fuck was pure agony for Koo.

Minjun had taken her to some boring charity dinner Saturday night—black-tie, champagne, fake smiles. She wore a floor-length emerald gown that hugged her curves like liquid sin, slit high on one thigh, back completely bare. Every time she moved, the silk whispered against her skin, reminding her how raw and tender her pussy still felt from Tae’s brutal pounding. She’d had to stuff a panty liner in her thong because his cum kept leaking out in slow, warm trickles all evening. Minjun kept his hand on her lower back like he owned her, introducing her to investors as “my beautiful wife,” while she smiled and nodded and secretly clenched her thighs together, feeling the sticky evidence of another man’s claim.