The heavy oak doors of the mansion swung open at noon, and JK stepped inside, his tailored suit jacket draped over one arm. He spotted Y/N in the hallway and a predatory smile touched his lips. He didn't say a word as he closed the distance, his hands sliding greedily over her hips, pulling her flush against his hardness.

"I've been thinking about you all morning," he murmured, his voice thick with craving. "Get to the bedroom. I want you now."

Y/N felt a wave of nausea roll through her. The memory of Minho’s threats and the feeling of his cock in her throat from the night before flashed behind her eyes. The exhaustion was a physical weight, crushing her spirit. As JK leaned in to bite her neck, something inside her snapped.

Slap!

The sound cracked through the quiet hallway like a gunshot.JK’s head snapped to the side, his cheek blooming a violent shade of crimson. He froze, the silence that followed becoming suffocating.

"Don't touch me," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of rage and terror. "Just... leave me alone."

JK slowly turned his head back to her. The desire in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a cold, shimmering malice. A low, dangerous chuckle escaped his throat. "Oh? You've grown a spine overnight, have you?"

Before she could scream, his hand clamped around her wrist like a vice. He dragged her toward the living room, her heels scraping against the marble floor. "Please! JK, stop!" she wailed, but he ignored her, throwing her into the center of the room.

Ten guards stood like statues along the walls, their expressions neutral, though their eyes sharpened as JK stopped in front of them.

"My wife thinks she's in a position to strike me," JK announced, his voice booming. With a sudden, violent jerk, he gripped the collar of her dress and ripped it down the center. Rrrrrip! The fabric gave way, leaving her shivering and exposed. He didn't stop until every piece of clothing was stripped away, leaving her stark naked under the harsh glare of the chandeliers.

"Get on the couch," he commanded.

He sat down heavily on the plush velvet sofa and hauled her onto his lap,as her back touched JK’s hard chest.Y/N sobbed, trying to cover herself, but he gripped her thighs with bruising force, wrenching her legs wide apart. The position left her completely open, her pussy swollen and flushed a deep red from the previous night's trauma.

The guards shifted, their breathing becoming audible, hungry eyes locked onto her exposed heat.

"Look at her," JK sneered, his fingers digging into her hips to keep her pinned. "Look at how red and ready she is for you."

Y/N shook her head, a broken sob escaping her. "No... please, not in front of them..."

"Shut up," JK snapped, glancing at the line of men. "You heard me. Take turns. Eat her pussy until she's dripping. I want to see every single one of you taste her while I hold her right here wide open for all of you to feast on her pussy hungrily ."

The first guard stepped forward, his gaze predatory. He knelt between her legs, his breath hot against her inner thighs.

"Mmm," the guard hummed, his eyes meeting JK's for a brief second of permission before he buried his face into her folds. Squelch.

Y/N let out a sharp, strangled cry, her body arching against JK's chest. JK leaned back, a look of pure, sadistic satisfaction on his face as he watched the guard's tongue lap greedily at her pussy.

"That's it," JK whispered in her ear, his voice smooth and cruel. "Since you're so tired of me, let the help take care of you."Guards are enjoying there feast too much,by taking too much time eating ,sucking her hole.