An hour later, Tae still couldnβt sleep.
Sana was curled peacefully beside him, soft breaths steady, while his mind replayed the guest-room scene in vicious loops: Koo riding Suho, staring straight at him, calling another man βdaddyβ while her eyes begged for his cock. His own son filling the same holes heβd wrecked all weekend.




















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