Six months passed, and the y/n body had softened, her breasts swelling and her hips widening. JK spent hours admiring the changes, his hands constantly roaming over her.

"Mmm, look at you," he hummed, kneading her breast. "You're getting so plump. It's perfect."

He pushed her head down toward his crotch. "Now, suck it. Every bit. You need to do this so your throat stays healthy. It's for your own good."

"Mmgh... hnn," she moaned, dutifully taking him into her mouth.

Their days became a blur of shared naked baths and strange rituals. One afternoon, JK smeared melted chocolate over her opening, his tongue darting out to lick it clean. Slurp. Squelch.

"Tastes sweet," he whispered.

While she rested in his room ,

JK scrolled through his phone, showing a series of explicit photos to his best friend, Jimin.

"She's a total doll, right?" JK smirked. "Completely broken in."

Jimin stared at the screen, his breathing heavy. "Damn, JK. I want a turn. I need to rail her."

A few days later, JK brought Jimin into the mansion. The girl looked at the stranger with fear, backing away.

"What is he doing here?" she whispered.

"You're lucky, sweetheart," JK said, his voice cold. "Your body needs a different kind of stimulation now. You need another dick to keep your system balanced."

"No! I don't want to!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.

JK didn't argue. He grabbed her wrists and yanked her toward the bed, tying her hands tightly to the headboard. Snap. She sobbed, her body shaking.

Jimin stepped forward, his eyes roving over her chest. He leaned down, sucking hard on her nipple. "Fuck, she's so soft," Jimin groaned. "I'm going to stretch this little slut out all night."

"Please! Stop it!" she screamed.

"Shhh," JK whispered, leaning over her. "Don't complain. Jimin's dick is incredibly healthy for you. You should be grateful you get to take it."

Jimin didn't waste time. He positioned himself and drove into her without any lubricant, a loud thwack echoing as he hit her depths.

"Ah! No! It hurts!" she wailed.

"Shut up and take it," Jimin grunted, his thrusts violent and raw. "God, you're so tight. I can feel you shaking."

As the night wore on, Jimin shifted his focus. He pushed a finger firmly into her anus. She let out a sharp, piercing shriek.

"Stop! Please, not there!"

Jimin laughed, a dark, guttural sound. "Look at her, JK. She's leaking from everywhere. Such a dirty little thing."

"She loves it," JK smirked, watching from the edge of the bed. "She just doesn't know it yet."

They spent the entire night using her, their vulgar comments filling the room while she lay bound and broken, obeying the lie that this agony was for her own health.