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JK leaned back in his leather executive chair, the smirk never leaving his face as he watched the scene unfold in his glass-walled meeting room. The Seoul port documents sat untouched on the mahogany table—Y/N was the currency today, and she was about to be spent lavishly.

"Take off the dress," the rival—Min-ho—commanded, his voice thick with lust. He'd shed his tailored jacket, sleeves rolled up to reveal thick forearms. His two brothers flanked him like wolves, eyes already devouring her. "Slow. I want to see what made Jungkook here so fucking possessive."

Y/N stood in the center of the room, the short black dress JK had picked out riding up her thighs. Her hands trembled as she reached for the zipper, but JK's voice cut through the air like a whip.

"Don't just stand there like a virgin," he sneered, swirling whiskey in his glass. "Strip. Now. And make it worth their while—you're earning me a billion-won port today, slut."

The vulgarity made Min-ho's brothers whistle—low, lewd sounds that echoed off the glass walls. "Fuck, Jungkook," the younger one laughed, adjusting the obvious bulge in his trousers. "You trained her well. Look at those tits already straining."

"Fuck," the younger brother whistled low and obscene, adjusting himself through his slacks. The dress pooled at her feet. She wore nothing underneath—JK's specific instruction. Min-ho closed the distance, rough hands immediately grabbing her breasts, kneading them with brutal force.

"Soft as fuck," he grunted, pinching her nipples until she gasped.

"Turn around. Bend over the table. I want to see that ass jiggle before I ruin it."

"You weren't lying, Minho bro. Look at that fucking body."

JK didn't stand.,enjoying the view of their desperation. JK watched from his chair, legs spread, one hand resting on his own straining zipper. "Don't be gentle," he called out, voice casual as ordering coffee. "She can take it rough. Can't you, baby?"

Min-ho didn't wait for her answer. His hand came down hard—CRACK—across her left cheek. The sound was sharp, obscene in the silence. Y/N cried out, knuckles whitening as she gripped the table edge. "Count," Min-ho demanded, landing another brutal spank on the right side. "Or I'll make it ten times harder."

"O-one," she stuttered, voice breaking.

"Louder," all three men demanded in unison.

"Two! Three—ah!—four!"

Her ass was burning red, handprints blooming across the pale flesh like violent flowers.

JK said "The deal stands," he said, voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. "Seoul Port transfers to me tonight. In exchange..." He gestured lazily toward Y/N. "She's yours. Right here. Right now."

"Bend over the table," the second brother commanded, already unbuckling his belt with clumsy urgency. "Now, slut. Show us that cunt."

JK watched, pupils blown wide with dark arousal, as Y/N positioned herself against the conference table. Her cheek pressed against the cool wood, hands gripping the far edge.

"Stay still, you fucking whore," he growled, spanking her again. And again. The impacts rained down, turning her pale flesh angry red, the sting making her whimper and squirm. "You like this? Like being traded like property?"

"Look at her drip," the youngest brother laughed crudely, kneeling behind her to shove her dress up completely. He ran a thick finger through her folds, showing the glisten to the room. "Fucking slut is soaked. She wants this dirty fucking."

"Please," Y/N moaned, humiliation burning hot as the handprints on her ass.

"Please what?" Minho demanded, fisting his cock free from his trousers—thick, veined, leaking at the tip. He slapped it against her reddened cheek, the weight heavy and obscene. "Say it properly, you cock-hungry bitch."

"Please... please fuck me," she choked out, tears pricking her eyes as she met JK's gaze across the room. He was hard, stroking himself through his designer trousers, enjoying every second of her degradation.

"Not yet," minho sneered. He grabbed her jaw, fingers digging in, and forced her mouth open. "Suck my brother first. Show us what that pretty mouth can do."

The second brother—Tae, thick and tattooed—stepped forward, gripping the base of his shaft. "Open wide, slut. Take it all."

Min-ho's brother—the one with the belt—stepped forward, wrapping the leather around her throat from behind. "While I'm fucking you," he breathed against her ear, pulling just tight enough to make her gasp for air, "you're going to look at your precious Jungkook. Watch him watch you get used like a cheap hole. Understand?"

"Y-yes," she choked out.

"Yes what?"

"Yes... sir," she whimpered.

"Good girl," he laughed, slamming into her without warning.

The force drove her hips against the table edge, a vase of pens clattering to the floor. He was thick—painfully so—stretching her around him in one brutal thrust. "Fuck, she's tight," he groaned, setting a punishing rhythm immediately. "Must not let anyone else use this, Jungkook? Selfish bastard."

Spit dripped down her chin, messy and vulgar, pooling on the conference table. The youngest brother—Min—had his phone out, recording the scene, zooming in on her tear-streaked face.

JK leaned forward, elbows on his knees, entranced. "Harder," he instructed softly, that cruel smile still playing at his lips. "Make her feel it."

Tae pulled out with a wet pop, letting her gasp for air for only a second before minho took his place. He was thicker, stretching her jaw painfully wide. He didn't thrust—he pounded into her mouth, hand wrapping around her throat to feel himself bulging in her neck.

"Feel that?" he rasped, squeezing her airway. "That's where you're gonna take my cum. Down your fucking throat while your man watches."

He pulled out suddenly, dragging her by the hair to the edge of the table. "Flip her," he ordered his brothers. "I want that ass up."

They manhandled her onto her back, legs spread obscenely wide, dress bunched around her waist. Minho grabbed her thighs and shoved them toward her chest, folding her in half, completely exposed. He spat on her cunt, rubbing the crude lubricant in with two thick fingers before lining up.

"Look at him," minho commanded, gripping her jaw and forcing her to face JK. "Watch his face while I ruin this tight little pussy."

He slammed in—one brutal, claiming thrust that buried him to the hilt. Y/N screamed, back arching off the table, but he pinned her down with a hand on her throat.

"Take it," he snarled, starting to rail her with vicious, punishing strokes. The table creaked beneath them, shifting with every impact. "Take that fucking cock, you dirty slut. This is what you're good for—spreading your legs so your man can get what he wants."

"Fuck, she's tight," minho grunted, sweat beading on his forehead as he pounded into her without mercy. "Grabbing my cock like a vice. You train her for this, JK? Teach her how to be a proper fucktoy?"

JK stood now, moving closer to watch the obscene joining. He reached out and pinched her nipple through the dress, twisting cruelly. "She learns fast," he murmured. "Don't you, baby? Love being used like a cheap whore."

"Yes," Y/N sobbed, the friction and humiliation building something hot and desperate in her core. "Yes, please—"

"Please what?" Min laughed, stroking himself beside her face. "Please fuck you harder? Please treat you like the cumdump you are?"

"Please... harder," she begged, the word dissolving into a wail as Choi obliged.

He lifted her legs over his shoulders, changing the angle to drive deeper, hitting places that made her vision blur. The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed—wet, vulgar, relentless. Minho's balls slapped against her ass with every brutal thrust, his grip on her throat tightening until she saw stars.

"Touch yourself," he commanded, releasing her neck just enough for her to gasp. "Rub that clit while I fuck you raw. Show us how much you love being our little gangbang slut."

Her hand trembled down, fingers finding her swollen clit. She circled it frantically, the added sensation making her clench around the cock pistoning inside her.

"That's it," Tae encouraged, fisting his cock and slapping it against her cheek. "Get yourself off while he uses that hole. Fucking disgusting little slut—look at you, taking stranger cock while your boyfriend negotiates business."

"I'm gonna fill this cunt," minho announced, pace becoming erratic, savage. "Mark you inside so you remember who owns this port—who owns you for the night."

He slammed in one final time, roaring as he released, hot and thick and endless. Y/N felt every pulse, every spurt, her own orgasm crashing over her as the degradation peaked—being used, claimed, filled in front of JK like a transaction completed.

Minho pulled out slowly, letting his seed leak obscenely from her used hole, dripping onto JK's conference table. "Who's next?" he asked, stepping aside. "I promised you brothers a turn."

Tae didn't wait for an answer. He flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and drove into her still-spasming cunt from behind. "Fuck, she's dripping your cum, hyung," he laughed, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Sloppy seconds for me."

He set a punishing rhythm immediately, hands roaming her back to grab her hair and arch her spine. "Beg for it," he demanded, spanking her already-sore ass. "Beg me to fuck you like the port-whore you are."

"Please fuck me," Y/N moaned, face pressed against the wood, voice hoarse from screaming. "Please use me, I'm just a hole for you to—"

"That's right," Tae grunted, slamming into her so hard she slid across the table. "Just a warm place to dump my load. JK, you should thank us—your girl's cunt is fucking divine."

JK had his cock out now, stroking it slowly, watching her get railed from behind. "Make her scream your name when you come," he instructed. "I want to hear it."

Min moved to the head of the table, lifting her face by the hair to shove his cock between her swollen lips. "Suck," he ordered. "Clean me off while my brother ruins you."

She was full at both ends now, being used like a toy between them, nothing but a vessel for their pleasure and the deal. Tae's thrusts grew wild, uncontrolled, hand wrapping around her throat from behind to pull her back onto his cock.

"Taking it so well," he panted. "Such a good little slut for us. Gonna—fuck—gonna fill you up, make you carry our cum all night—"

He exploded with a shout, grinding deep, adding his load to minho's. The moment he pulled out, Min shoved her back down and took his place, entering her used, dripping cunt with a satisfied groan.

"So fucking wet," he marveled, smacking her ass hard. "Squeezing me even after two loads. You want this, don't you? Want to be our cumdump?"

"Yes," she sobbed, the overstimulation making her shake. "Yes, please, use me—"

"Use you?" Min laughed, picking up the pace, fucking her with short, brutal thrusts. "I'm gonna break you, slut. Leave you gaping and dripping for your man to see what we did."

He grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back, using them as leverage to pound even deeper, hitting her cervix with every stroke. Y/N screamed into the table, tears and spit smearing the wood, her body overwhelmed, used, claimed by three men while JK watched and stroked himself to completion.

"Swallow," Min commanded suddenly, pulling out and spinning her around. He grabbed her jaw and pumped his cock, painting her face with thick ropes of cum—across her cheeks, her lips, her chin, her closed eyes. "Wear it," he sneered. "Wear our fucking seed while JK signs the papers."

The three brothers stepped back, admiring their handiwork—Y/N collapsed on the conference table, dress ruined, ass red with handprints, thighs sticky with cum, face glazed and marked. Used thoroughly, completely, in the most vulgar display of power and transaction.

JK zipped himself up and reached for the contract, sliding it across the table toward minho. "Seoul Port is mine," he said, eyes never leaving Y/N's wrecked form. "Worth every second."

Minho signed with a smirk, tossing the pen aside. "Pleasure doing business," he said, giving Y/N's ass one final, possessive squeeze. "She's a good little negotiator. Use her well."

They left her there, trembling and spent, the deal sealed in the most depraved currency imaginable.