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The room reeked of sweat, cum, and expensive whiskey. Six men stood naked in a circle around her, their cocks thick and veined and heavy, leaking precum onto the marble floor. JK sat in his leather throne, legs spread, sipping his drink while his father stood beside him, already stroking himself through his trousers.

"Look at this fucking whore," JK announced to the room, gesturing at y/n with his glass. "Two years of training, and she still acts like she doesn't know what her holes are for."

Mr. Jeon chuckled, a deep rumble, finally freeing his cock—a fat, angry thing that y/n knew too well. "She's ripe for ruining tonight. Look at those tits." He stepped forward, gripping her breast cruelly, lifting the heavy weight in his palm. "Fucking cow udders. You been milking her, son?"

"Every morning," JK smirked, setting down his drink to unzip his own pants. "She leaks like a faucet when you pinch them right."

The first man approached—a giant with a cock that hung nearly to his knee, thick as her wrist. He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back until her neck strained. "Open your mouth, slut. Show me what that throat can do."

She obeyed, tongue out, eyes watering already. He slapped his meat against her face, the weight of it leaving red marks on her cheeks. "Beg for it," he commanded.

"Please," she whimpered, the word broken. "Please give me my medicine..."

"That's right," Mr. Jeon laughed, finally naked now, fisting his cock with slow, deliberate strokes. "Tell him you need it. Tell him you're a sick little whore who needs cum to survive."

"Please," she sobbed, tears mixing with the spit already coating her chin. "I need it... I need your cum... it's my medicine..."

The man grinned and drove into her throat without warning. Her gag reflex kicked instantly, her throat convulsing around his invasion, but he didn't stop—he grabbed her ears and used her like a fleshlight, brutal thrusts that made her tits swing violently beneath her.

"Look at those fucking melons bounce," JK commented, leaning forward in his chair, his own cock out now, stroking in time with the man's thrusts. "Grab them. Hurt her."

The man reached down with one hand, mauling her breast, pinching the nipple until she screamed around his cock, the sound vibrating against his shaft. "Tight little throat," he grunted. "Even looser than her cunt, I bet."

"Flip her," JK commanded. "I want to see that asshole while you wreck her."

The man pulled out with a wet, filthy sound—saliva connecting her lips to his cock in a thick strand—and shoved her onto all fours. Her ass was already in the air, trained and presented, her holes glistening and pink and ready for destruction.

"Jesus, look at that ass," the second man breathed, kneeling behind her, his cock even thicker than the first. "Like a goddamn peach. You been stretching this bitch out?"

"Four times a week," Mr. Jeon answered, moving closer to get a better view, his hand working his cock furiously now. "She sleeps with plugs in both holes. Go on, ruin her. Make her scream."

The second man didn't need encouragement. He aligned himself and drove into her cunt in one brutal thrust, bottoming out instantly, his heavy balls slapping against her clit. She shrieked, the sound echoing off the high ceilings, her tits swinging like pendulums with every vicious stroke.

"Harder," JK instructed, rising from his chair now, approaching to watch the destruction up close. "She can take it. Fuck her like you hate her."

The man complied, gripping her hips until his fingers left bruises, yanking her back onto his shaft with animal force. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room—thwack, thwack, thwack—wet and obscene and rhythmic. Her breasts swung wildly, the nipples dragging against the carpet, heavy and full and obscene.

"Look at those fucking tits jiggle," Mr. Jeon groaned, unable to contain himself. He moved to her front, kneeling before her face, his cock bobbing inches from her lips. "Suck me while he ruins you. Come on, you filthy bitch. Show me what that mouth can do."

She opened for him, obedient and broken, and he pushed past her lips, gripping her hair to guide her rhythm. Now she was spit-roasted—one man destroying her cunt from behind, her father-in-law using her throat from the front, both of them groaning at the tightness of her trained holes.

"Fuck, she's squeezing me," the man behind her laughed, his pace becoming frantic. "Even after all this use, she's fighting back. You breed them well, Jeon."

"Only the best," Mr. Jeon grunted, thrusting deep into her throat until she gagged, spit bubbling around her lips, dripping down onto her swinging tits. "Swallow it, you little slut. Take Daddy's medicine."

He came with a roar, flooding her mouth with thick, bitter seed, holding her head down until she had no choice but to swallow, her throat working convulsively, her eyes watering as she took every drop. He pulled out, still spurting, painting her face with the last ropes of cum, coating her eyelashes, her cheeks, her chin.

"Beautiful," JK whispered, stroking himself faster. "Look at her. Covered in cum and still taking it. That's my good girl."

The man in her cunt finished next, slamming deep and holding, his hips stuttering as he pumped her full of hot, thick fluid. He pulled out with a wet sound, and immediately his seed leaked out of her, dribbling down her thighs, white and obscene.

"Next," JK called out, waving his hand. "Don't let her empty. Keep her full."

The third and fourth men approached simultaneously—twins with matching monster cocks, curved and veined and angry-looking. They positioned her between them, one lying down and impaling her ass, the other straddling her chest to fuck her tits.

"Look at these udders," the one on top laughed, squeezing her breasts together around his shaft, fucking her cleavage with brutal snaps of his hips. "Made for fucking. You milk this cow yet, Jeon?"

"Every day," JK answered, his voice thick with arousal. "She's bred for it. Cover them. Mark your territory."

The twin fucking her tits came first, ropes of cum striping her face, her neck, coating her nipples until they were glazed and dripping. The one in her ass followed, pulsing deep in her bowels, filling her with heat until she was overflowing, cum leaking from both holes now, a mess of fluids and debasement.

The fifth man didn't wait—he flipped her onto her back, her head hanging off the edge of the ottoman, and drove into her throat from above, using gravity to go deeper, his balls slapping against her nose with every thrust. She gagged and choked, spit pouring down her face into her hair, her body convulsing as he used her airway like a cunt.

"Look at her take it," JK laughed, delighted, his hand a blur on his own cock. "No resistance. Just a perfect little fuck-sleeve. Go harder. Make her cry."

The man complied, gripping her tits for leverage, using them as handles to pull her up onto his cock, his thrusts becoming violent, punishing. She sobbed around him, tears streaming into her ears, her body limp and used and perfect.

The sixth man—the last—approached her lower half, his cock the thickest yet, glistening with precum. He didn't choose one hole—he pushed into her cunt alongside the residual cum of the others, sloppy and wet and loose, then worked his thumb into her ass, stretching her obscenely, filling her completely until she was so full she couldn't breathe.

"Jesus, look at that," Mr. Jeon breathed, having recovered enough to stroke himself again. "Stuffed like a turkey. You like that, princess? You like being our little cum-dumpster?"

She couldn't answer, her mouth full of cock, her body being shunted back and forth between them like a ragdoll. But her eyes found JK's, and she tried to smile around the intrusion, tried to show him she was being good, she was taking her medicine, she was healthy for him.

JK laughed—a genuine, delighted sound—and approached her destroyed body. He crouched down, gripping her chin while the men continued to use her, turning her face this way and that, inspecting the damage. "Good girl," he said softly, wiping cum from her cheek with his thumb and feeding it to her. "You took all your medicine like a pro. Six doses. You're going to be so healthy, princess."

He stood, addressing the room of spent men. "Same time tomorrow," he announced, zipping his pants. "But bring seven. I think she can handle more, don't you?"

Y/n lay there, trembling, covered in six men's cum—inside her cunt, her ass, her mouth, her face, her tits—looking up at him with that shattered, loving smile, waiting for his approval, believing every word.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice ruined, delirious and sincere. "Thank you for keeping me healthy."

JK laughed again, bending down to kiss her cum-stained lips, tasting the seed of other men on her tongue. "Anything for you, my love. Anything at all."