The morning sunlight streamed into the living room, but the atmosphere inside remained cold and oppressive. Jimin leaned against the mahogany sideboard, glancing at JK with a hungry look in his eyes.

"I can't stop thinking about her," Jimin admitted, his voice low. "I want her today. Let me have a turn."

JK leaned back in his armchair, swirling a glass of scotch. He considered it for a moment, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Fine. But not in the bedroom. I want it right here, in the living room. Let the guards have some entertainment while they stand watch. I want everyone to see her pussy getting railed."

JK snapped his fingers. "Bring her in."

A guard marched into the room, dragging Y/N by her arm. She stumbled, her eyes vacant and red-rimmed. Without a word, the guard ripped her clothes away, leaving her stark naked and shivering in the center of the room.

"Over here, sweetheart," Jimin commanded, sliding onto the plush sofa and spreading his legs. He pulled his cock free—thick, rigid, and already leaking.

He grabbed Y/N by the waist, his fingers digging into her skin, and guided her over him. With one sharp thrust, he sank himself deep into her.

Squelch.

Y/N let out a soft, broken gasp, her body jolting.

"Ride me," Jimin ordered, his voice a harsh whisper. "Move those hips. Let everyone see how you take it."

Y/N began to move, her body acting on instinct and fear. Plap. Plap. Plap. The sound of their colliding flesh echoed through the silent room. The guards stood in a circle, their breathing heavy, eyes locked onto the sight of her glistening folds sliding up and down Jimin's shaft.

"Look at her," JK commented, his voice laced with amusement. "She’s a natural. Just a little toy for us to play with."

Jimin groaned, his hands gripping her thighs, pulling her down harder. "Mmm, you're so tight. Keep going. Don't stop until I tell you."

Just as Jimin was reaching his peak, the heavy front doors opened. A man in a sharp grey suit stepped in—one of JK's primary business partners. He stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw dropping as he stared at the scene on the sofa.

"JK?" the partner stammered, his face flushing. "I... I apologize. I didn't know you were... occupied. I didn't realize your wife was..."

JK didn't look embarrassed. Instead, he burst into a loud, booming laugh, glancing from the shocked man to

Y/N’s trembling form.

"Don't be shy, Arthur," JK sneered, gesturing toward Y/N. "She's more than happy to accommodate guests. Tell me, do you want a taste of her too?"

Arthur froze, his gaze drifting down to Y/N’s exposed, wet heat and the way she shuddered under Jimin. He swallowed hard, his eyes darkening with a sudden, illicit hunger.

"I... I suppose a little taste wouldn't hurt," Arthur whispered, his voice trembling with greed.

"That's the spirit," JK chuckled. "Jimin, move over. Make room for our guest.