Jeon Koo stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the master bedroom of their sprawling penthouse, adjusting the tiny straps of her latest slutty little number. At 28, she was the kind of beauty that made jaws drop and cocks twitch. Her skin was porcelain white, flawless and glowing like fresh cream. Those full, pink lips were painted a glossy bubblegum shade that screamed “fuck me.” Her body was pure sin—massive, heavy tits that strained against every top she owned, a tiny waist that flared out into a fat, juicy ass that jiggled with every step, and between her thick thighs sat the prettiest pink fat pussy you’d ever seen, always smooth, always puffy and glistening just a little, like it was begging to be used.

She slipped into a tiny white micro-dress that barely covered her ass cheeks. The neckline plunged so low her nipples were one wrong move away from popping out. No bra, of course. Thigh-high stockings and sky-high heels completed the look. “Perfect,” she whispered to her reflection, smiling sweetly. Despite growing up as the only daughter of the filthy-rich Jeon family, Koo had never been a spoiled bitch. She was kind—genuinely kind. She volunteered at animal shelters, tipped waiters triple, and always remembered the names of the cleaning staff at the office. That softness was exactly what had made her fall so hard for Min Yoongi.

It had happened three years ago. Yoongi was just a mid-level employee at Jeon Industries back then—tall, handsome in that sharp, dangerous way, with sharp cheekbones and a smirk that could melt panties. He’d been assigned to her father’s personal project team. One late night in the office, Koo had shown up with homemade cookies for the overworked staff (because that’s just who she was). Yoongi had been the only one still there, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, looking like every filthy CEO fantasy rolled into one.

“Miss Jeon,” he’d said, voice low and smooth. “You didn’t have to do this. But damn… you’re too sweet for this cutthroat world.”

They’d talked for hours. He listened—really listened—when she confessed how lonely it felt being the rich girl everyone wanted a piece of but no one actually saw. He made her laugh. He made her feel wanted for her heart, not her last name. Over the next months he pursued her like a man possessed: flowers at her door, late-night texts that turned flirty, then filthy. “I want to ruin that pretty pink pussy of yours until you can’t walk straight, baby,” he’d whispered one night in the back of his car, fingers already knuckle-deep inside her while she moaned like a whore.

She fell hard. Head over heels. One year ago they’d gotten married in a lavish ceremony that made every tabloid in the country explode. Yoongi went from employee to son-in-law to CEO in one smooth move. Koo’s father had stepped down, handing the empire over with a proud smile, never knowing Yoongi had played the long game perfectly.

Now, in the present, Yoongi walked into the bedroom looking every inch the powerful husband. Tall, 30 years old, sharp jaw, dark hair falling over his eyes. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, hands greedily squeezing her massive tits through the thin dress.

“Fuck, baby, you look edible,” he growled against her neck, voice dripping with fake adoration. “My perfect little wife. How did I get so lucky?”

Koo giggled, leaning back into him. “You’re the one who swept me off my feet, oppa. I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” he lied sweetly, kissing her pink lips like she was the only woman in the world. But the second she left for her charity lunch, that loving mask dropped.

Yoongi had been fucking around since the honeymoon. Secretaries, interns, married socialites—didn’t matter. He craved power and money, and pussy was just another currency. Right now he was balls-deep in a different kind of game.

Meanwhile, across town in a modest but cozy apartment, Kim Taehyung was getting ready for another long day at Jeon Industries. At 30, Tae was the kind of man women dreamed about—tall as hell, broad shoulders packed with hard muscle from years of gym discipline, sharp jawline, full lips, and those deep, kind eyes that made you feel safe. He was the nice guy. The loyal one. The one who still opened doors and carried his wife’s bags.

He kissed his wife Mimi goodbye at the door, hands cupping her face gently. “I’ll be home late again, jagi. This new project is killing me, but I’m doing it for us. I love you so much.”

Mimi, 28 and stunning in her own right—long black hair, big doe eyes, tight little body—smiled up at him like the perfect angel. “I know, baby. I’ll miss you. Come home safe.” She kissed him softly, the picture of devoted wife.

But the second Tae’s car pulled away, Mimi’s innocent smile turned into a wicked grin. She was a slut through and through—always had been. She loved cock more than anything, and she loved the thrill of sneaking around even more. For the last few months she’d been riding her husband’s boss like a cheap whore behind his back.

It had started at the office Christmas party. Yoongi had spotted her in that tight red dress, ass swaying, and pulled her into the supply closet before the night was over. “Your husband’s a good little worker bee,” he’d snarled, yanking her panties aside. “But I bet that pussy needs a real man.” Mimi had spread her legs right there, moaning like a bitch in heat while Yoongi fucked her senseless against the shelves.

Since then they’d been at it nonstop—hotel rooms, quickies in Yoongi’s office, and now, bold as brass, in her and Tae’s marital bed whenever Tae pulled overtime.

Today was one of those days.

Tae had been swamped with back-to-back meetings, but by some miracle the last one got canceled early. He decided to surprise Mimi with her favorite takeout and maybe eat her out on the kitchen counter like old times. Heart full, he quietly unlocked the front door, flowers in one hand, food in the other.

The second he stepped inside he heard it.

Loud, filthy moans echoing from their bedroom.

“Ahh—fuck, Yoongi! Harder, daddy! Wreck my slutty little cunt!”

Tae froze. His blood turned to ice. He crept down the hallway on autopilot, legs shaking, and pushed the bedroom door open just a crack.

There she was—his perfect Mimi—on all fours on their marriage bed, completely naked, fat ass bouncing as Yoongi railed her from behind like an animal. Yoongi’s thick cock slammed into her dripping pussy over and over, balls slapping loudly against her clit. Mimi’s tits swung wildly, nipples hard as diamonds. Her face was twisted in pure ecstasy, tongue hanging out like a pornstar.

“Shit, Mimi, your pussy is so fucking tight—tighter than your husband could ever dream of,” Yoongi grunted, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “You love cheating on that pathetic simp, don’t you? Say it.”

“Yes! I love it! I’m your office whore, Yoongi! Tae could never fuck me like this—oh god, I’m gonna cum again!”

Tae’s world shattered. Tears burned his eyes instantly. He loved Mimi more than anything. He’d worshipped her, built a life around her, thought she was his everything. And here she was, getting her brains fucked out by his own boss in the bed they shared every night.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to charge in and beat Yoongi’s face in. But his body wouldn’t move. His knees felt weak, throat tight. Instead, with trembling hands, he pulled out his phone and hit record. The video captured everything—every thrust, every moan, every dirty word.

“Fill me up, boss! Cum in my married pussy! Tae will never know!” Mimi screamed as she came hard, squirting all over Yoongi’s cock.

Yoongi laughed darkly and slammed in deep, groaning as he pumped her full of thick cum. “That’s it, you dirty little cumdump. Keep it inside for your clueless husband.”

They collapsed together, laughing and kissing like lovers, completely oblivious to the broken man watching from the doorway.

Tae backed away silently, tears streaming down his face now. He didn’t have the strength to confront them. Not yet. He slipped out of the apartment like a ghost, heart in pieces, and drove straight to the seediest bar he could find.

Inside, the place was dim and smoky. Tae ordered shot after shot of whiskey—something he never did. He’d barely touched alcohol in his life. But tonight his entire world had crumbled. He downed glass after glass, vision blurring, chest aching.

A flirty girl slid onto the stool next to him. She was cute—short black dress riding up her thighs, heavy makeup, big tits spilling out. “Hey, sweetheart,” she purred, ordering herself a drink. “Who broke your heart? You look like you just lost your entire world.”

Tae didn’t answer. He just stared into his empty glass.

She leaned closer, perfume sweet and cheap. “Oh c’mon… talk to me. A guy as hot as you shouldn’t be drinking alone like this.”

He finally cracked, voice raw and broken. “I saw my wife getting fucked by my boss. In our bed. In our fucking marital bed.”

The girl’s eyes widened, then she let out a low whistle. “Damn… that’s fucked up. I mean, who the hell would cheat on you? Look at you—you’re gorgeous.”

Tae scoffed bitterly, another tear slipping down.

She grinned, playful and wicked. “Well… if your boss is married, why don’t you fuck his wife and get even? Tit for tat, baby.” She laughed, thinking it was just a joke.

But Tae stiffened. The words hit him like lightning. Revenge. Perfect, filthy revenge. He could see it already—Jeon Koo, that stunning, kind-hearted heiress who always wore the sluttiest outfits around the office. The one whose husband had just ruined his life.

He turned, grabbed the girl by the back of her neck, and pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her surprise. She moaned into it, shocked but turned on.

When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with new purpose. “Thank you for the idea,” he growled, voice low and dangerous for the first time in his life.

He threw a wad of cash on the bar—enough to cover everything, including her drink—then stood up and walked out without another word.

The girl sat there flushed, lips swollen, heart racing. “Good luck with whatever you’re planning, handsome!” she shouted after him, laughing breathlessly.

Tae didn’t look back. His tears had dried. The heartbreak was still there, raw and bleeding… but now it was mixed with something else.

Cold, burning rage.

And a very dirty plan forming in his mind.