Friday afternoon hit like a tidal wave of anticipation. Minjun had been in a surprisingly good mood all week—closing a big deal, patting Tae on the back in the office like he wasn’t the same prick who’d humiliated him a dozen times before. “Great work on those projections, Taehyung. Keep it up.” Tae had smiled—tight, controlled—while plotting the ultimate weekend revenge.

Koo had been the perfect little puppet all week: edging in the mornings before Minjun woke up, sending Tae videos of her fingers buried in her dripping cunt while whispering how much she craved his cock over her husband’s. The toy play from dinner still lingered in her mind—the way she’d cum silently across from Minjun, his fingers unknowingly grinding against Tae’s vibrating bullet. She’d confessed it all in a late-night call, voice breathy and broken: “I squirted so hard thinking it was your fingers, Tae. His cum inside me feels like nothing now. I need yours to feel full.”