Days blurred into a haze of relentless, filthy fuckings—every morning, afternoon, and night a new depravity. The men wrecked Koo in every room of the villa: bent over the breakfast table with Tae’s cock in her throat while Joon pounded her pussy and Yoongi fingered her ass; tied to the bedposts for hours of edging, begging like a whore until they filled her holes with cum; even in the pool, floating on an inflatable while they took turns dunking her underwater to suck their dicks. Koo’s body adapted—her fat pink pussy always swollen and ready, ass gaping easier each time, massive tits bruised with bite marks and handprints. She was their obedient cock slut now, craving the humiliation as much as the pleasure, her bratty fire reduced to whimpers and pleas.

Then came the island gathering day—the one event where all the “guests” (spoiled rich daughters like her) and their male handlers converged. It was a twisted tradition: a beachside pavilion under the stars, bonfires flickering, music thumping, everyone stripped bare to “celebrate progress.” Koo had heard whispers about it from Mia during her arrival, but nothing prepared her.