The Monday after the pool party, Koo woke up with Tae’s dried cum still flaking between her thighs and the plug he’d left in her ass the night before finally removed in the shower—slowly, shamefully, while Minjun was downstairs on a call. She’d clenched so hard trying to keep every drop inside during the party that her inner muscles ached deliciously. Every time she sat down at breakfast, she felt the ghost of him stretching her open.

She checked her burner phone obsessively. Nothing from Tae all weekend except one cruel message sent at 3 a.m. Sunday: