Joon and Koo stumbled out of the bathroom, both still naked and dripping from the quick rinse-off they’d done—water beading on her pale skin, tits glistening, pussy still slick from the hose-fuck and his cum. She looked at him with those hooded eyes, pink lips swollen from sucking him off, body marked up with bites and handprints. Joon’s cock hung heavy between his legs, semi-hard even after blowing his load down her throat. He grabbed her ass cheek, squeezing hard. “Listen up, slut. From now on, you come running whenever I text—wherever I say. My dorm, the office bathroom, a fucking alley. You spread for me on command.”

Koo blinked, flushing but her pussy throbbed at the demand. “But Joon… your dad—”