Taehyung pushed open the door to his apartment, the weight of the world crushing his chest like a vice. His head was spinning from all the whiskey, eyes red and puffy from the tears he’d cried in the car. The apartment smelled like home-cooked dinner—garlic, spices, Mimi’s special kimchi jjigae bubbling on the stove. And there she was, his “perfect” wife, standing in the kitchen in a cute little apron over a tiny tank top and shorts that hugged her ass like a second skin. She turned with a bright, innocent smile, like she hadn’t just been screaming for another man’s cum a few hours ago.

“Baby! You’re home early—oh… Tae? Are you… drunk?” Mimi’s eyes widened in fake concern, rushing over to him. She reached up to touch his face, but he flinched back slightly, unable to look her in the eyes. It fucking hurt. Every breath hurt.

“Yeah,” he muttered, voice rough. “Just… small office party. Nothing big.”

Mimi tilted her head, playing the worried wife to perfection. “Honey, are you okay? You never drink like this. Come here, let me help you.” She tried to wrap her arms around his waist, pressing her body against him like always, but Tae gently pushed her away.

“I’m fine. Just need a shower.” He didn’t wait for her reply. He headed straight to the bathroom, peeling off his clothes and stepping under the scalding water. The steam did nothing to wash away the image burned into his brain—Yoongi pounding into Mimi’s pussy on their bed, her moaning like a cheap whore. His fists clenched against the tiles. How long has this been going on? How many times did she kiss me with that same mouth after sucking his cock?

By the time he came out in sweatpants, dinner was on the table. Mimi had set it all up beautifully—candles, his favorite side dishes. She sat across from him, smiling sweetly. “I made all your favorites, jagi. You’ve been working so hard lately. Eat up.”

They ate in near silence. Tae barely touched his food, pushing it around his plate. Every time she tried to make conversation—“How was your day? Did the project go well?”—he gave one-word answers. “Fine.” “Yeah.” “Tired.” His eyes stayed glued to his bowl. He couldn’t look at her without seeing Yoongi’s hands on her tits, without hearing her beg for more.

Finally, Mimi yawned cutely and stretched, her tank top riding up to show her flat stomach. “I’m going to bed, baby. Don’t stay up too late, okay? I love you.” She leaned in for a kiss, but Tae turned his head so it landed on his cheek.

“Love you too,” he lied through gritted teeth.

The second her bedroom door clicked shut, Tae grabbed a bottle of water and collapsed onto the living room couch. The apartment was dark except for the glow of his phone. His hands were shaking as he opened Instagram. First, he went to Yoongi’s profile. The CEO’s feed was all luxury—private jets, expensive watches, and there, in almost every photo, was her. Jeon Koo.

“Fuck…” Tae whispered, scrolling slowly.

She was unreal. White skin glowing under golden hour light, those pink lips parted in a soft smile. In one pic she wore a tiny black designer dress that barely contained her massive tits—cleavage spilling out like it was begging to be sucked on. In another, a micro-skirt that showed off her fat, juicy ass, the kind that jiggled with every step. Bikini shots from their honeymoon—pink string bikinis that disappeared between her thick thighs, her pink fat pussy lips outlined just enough to make his cock twitch hard in his sweats.

He switched to her profile. @jeonkoo_official. Private, but Yoongi had tagged her in enough posts that Tae could see it all. Story after story: her at the gym in a tiny sports bra that barely held those heavy boobs, nipples poking through the thin fabric. At a fancy café in a sheer top with no bra, pink lips wrapped around a straw. Library pics where she bent over in short skirts, ass on full display. Every photo screamed high-class slut—luxury clothes that looked like they were designed to get ripped off.

Tae’s cock was rock-hard now, throbbing painfully. He palmed it through his sweats, stroking slowly as he zoomed in on a close-up of her tits. “Who the fuck would cheat on this?” he muttered, voice low and angry. “Yoongi, you stupid bastard… you had a goddess at home and you went after my plain little whore of a wife?”

He kept scrolling through her stories—gym every morning, coffee runs in slutty outfits, quiet library afternoons where she looked so kind and soft. His smirk grew dark. “Yoongi… you’re going to regret what you did to me. I’m going to ruin your perfect little wife. I’m going to fuck her so good she forgets your name.”

For the next few days, Tae called in a “personal emergency” at the office. He used every waking hour to stalk her. He followed her from a distance—watched her leave the penthouse in the mornings wearing the sluttiest gym sets, tiny bras that made her big boobs bounce, shorts riding up her fat ass. The first time he saw her up close, stepping out of her luxury car, he literally stopped breathing. She was a walking goddess. Taller than he expected in those heels, white skin flushed from the sun, pink lips glossy, body swaying like pure sex. Her ass jiggled with every step, tits straining against whatever tiny top she wore that day. His cock stayed half-hard just watching her.

By day three, he was ready. He knew her routine cold.

Koo stepped into her usual café after her morning gym session, still wearing her tiny black gym bra and matching micro-shorts. The bra was soaked with sweat, clinging to her massive tits like a second skin. Her nipples were hard and visible, poking out obscenely. The shorts dug into her fat pussy lips, outlining that pretty pink cunt perfectly. She ordered her usual iced latte, pink lips smiling sweetly at the barista, completely unaware of the eyes on her.

She turned with her drink—and collided straight into a tall, hard body.

“Shit—!” Coffee exploded everywhere, splashing across her chest and soaking her bra instantly. The cold liquid made her nipples harden even more, now clearly outlined and dripping.

Tae acted shocked, eyes wide. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking—fuck, let me help!” Before she could protest, his big hands were on her, rubbing frantically at the coffee stain right over her tits. He pressed hard, palms sliding over the soaked fabric, feeling the heavy weight of her boobs. His thumbs “accidentally” grazed her stiff nipples, circling them slowly.

Koo gasped, face flushing bright pink. “I-it’s okay, really—” Her voice was soft, shy, but her thighs pressed together. She was getting wet already, that pink fat pussy tingling from the stranger’s touch.

Tae didn’t stop. He kept “cleaning,” squeezing her tits firmly now, kneading the soft flesh like he was trying to wring out the coffee. His fingers pinched her nipples lightly—once, twice—rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. “God, I’m such an idiot. Your bra is completely ruined… these are so… fuck, they’re so big and soft. I’m really sorry, miss. Let me just—” He gave her left tit a full, shameless squeeze, thumb flicking the nipple hard.

Koo whimpered quietly, biting her pink lip. Her pussy was soaked now, clit throbbing. She was too shy to push his hands away, too kind to make a scene. “Please… it’s fine…”

Tae finally looked up at her face fully, pretending to recognize her. His eyes widened dramatically. “Wait… Mrs. Yoongi? Oh shit—oh my god, I’m so sorry! Please don’t tell the boss! I work at Jeon Industries—I had no idea!”

Koo blinked, still flushed and breathing fast. “You… you know my husband?”

Tae nodded quickly, finally pulling his hands back but letting his fingers drag over her nipples one last time. “Yeah, I’m just an employee. Small world, huh?” He held out his hand, big and strong. “I’m Kim Taehyung. You can call me Tae.”

She took it shyly. The moment their palms touched, a spark shot through both of them—electric, hot. Koo’s breath hitched.

Tae smirked inside but kept his voice smooth and flirty. “Damn… I always knew the boss won the lottery marrying you, but up close? You’re even more beautiful than the photos. Look at you… these tits are fucking massive. So heavy and perky. And that ass in these shorts? Jesus, it’s so fat and juicy I could bury my face in it for days. You’re so goddamn fuckable, Koo. No wonder Yoongi snatched you up. But honestly? He doesn’t deserve a slutty little goddess like you walking around looking this breedable.”

Koo’s cheeks burned crimson. She looked down, shy and overwhelmed, but her nipples were diamond-hard and her shorts were damp between her thighs. “T-Tae… that’s… um…”

He stepped closer, voice dropping low and dirty. “I mean it. Those pink lips of yours? I bet they’d look so pretty wrapped around a real cock. And that pretty pink pussy I can almost see outlined in your shorts… fuck, I’d eat it till you cried. Sorry if I’m being too forward, but after spilling coffee all over your big tits and feeling how soft they are… I couldn’t help myself. You’re perfect.”

She was speechless, heart racing, pussy clenching emptily. No one had ever talked to her like this—raw, filthy, hungry.

Tae stepped back with a final apologetic bow, but his eyes were dark with lust. “I’m really sorry again about the coffee… and the, uh, cleaning. Won’t happen again. Take care, Koo.” He turned and walked out, but inside he was smirking like a devil. Phase one complete. She’s already wet for me. Yoongi’s perfect wife is going to be my personal cumslut soon.