She was still choking, her throat burning raw from the force of his invasion, when Jungkook finally pulled his spent cock from her lips.

A thin trail of saliva and cum connected his tip to her swollen lower lip, glistening in the candlelight before breaking. Y/N collapsed backward onto the mattress, her body convulsing with silent sobs, her stomach heaving violently.

The taste of him—salty, bitter, musky—coated her tongue and the back of her throat like a foul oil, making her gag repeatedly. She turned her head and retched, dry-heaving over the side of the bed, tears streaming down her face as her body tried to expel the degradation he had forced down her throat.

"Good girl," Jungkook purred, stroking her hair with mock tenderness. "Swallowed every drop like a proper little bride."

He moved over her, his massive frame casting a shadow that swallowed her whole. With rough hands, he positioned her limp body—flipping her onto her back, spreading her arms wide, arranging her like a doll for his comfort. He lowered himself down, his full naked weight collapsing onto her petite frame, crushing her into the mattress.

His chest pressed against her bruised breasts, his hips settled between her thighs, his legs tangling with hers until she was completely pinned beneath him—his human blanket, his living mattress.

Y/N gasped, her lungs struggling to expand under the crushing weight of her King. She could barely draw breath, her ribs compressed, her diaphragm unable to function beneath his heavy muscles and bone.

Exhaustion pulled at her consciousness, her body screaming for rest, for air, for escape. But she lay still, silent, her tears drying on her temples, knowing that any protest would only invite more punishment. She was nothing but a warm body for him to use as a bed, and she accepted it with the resignation of the broken.

Within minutes, Jungkook's breathing deepened, his head heavy against her breast, his cock still semi-hard and pressed against her thigh. He slept—the King, satisfied and sated—while his daughter-in-law lay trapped beneath him, suffocating slowly, her eyes open and staring at the canopy above until exhaustion finally dragged her under.

The morning came with violence.

Smack. Smack.

The sharp strikes against her tender breasts jolted Y/N awake with a cry of pain. Her eyes flew open to find Jungkook looming over her, his hand raised to deliver another stinging blow to her nipple.

"Wake up, little bride," he growled, his voice thick with morning arousal. "You've got work to do."

Y/N winced, her body jerking away from his hand, but there was nowhere to go. She sat up slowly, every muscle screaming, her ass throbbing from last night's sodomy, her throat raw, her breasts aching with fresh bruises from his morning slaps.

"Prepare my bath," Jungkook commanded, stretching his massive frame, his cock standing erect and demanding against his stomach. "Now."

Y/N limped from the bed, her legs barely supporting her weight, her gait uneven and pathetic. She moved to the adjoining bath chamber on trembling legs, her naked body marked with his fingerprints, his teeth marks, the evidence of his endless use. She filled the massive marble tub with hot water, her hands shaking as she added the expensive oils and salts, her mind numb, her soul hollow.

When she returned, Jungkook was waiting—naked, imperious, his eyes raking over her ruined body with fresh hunger.

"Get in," he ordered.

He stepped into the tub first, the water rising around his muscular thighs, and reached out to grab her wrist. He pulled her down roughly, positioning her so she sat astride his lap in the warm water, her back pressed against his chest, her legs spread over his thighs. His erect cock pressed against her lower back, hot and insistent.

"Maids!" he barked, his voice echoing off the marble walls. "Bring the essential oils. Now!"

The command sent terror through Y/N's veins. She tried to scramble off his lap, but his iron arms locked around her waist, holding her firmly in place.

"Stay," he hissed against her ear. "Or I'll drown you in this tub."

Footsteps approached—the quick, light steps of servants. Two young maids entered the bath chamber carrying silver trays of oils and perfumes, their heads bowed in customary respect. But as they looked up to present the items, both froze in their tracks, their eyes widening in shock, their mouths falling open.

There was the King—muscular, naked, dominating—reclining in the tub with his daughter-in-law equally bare seated upon his lap. Y/N's breasts bobbed just above the water line, her nipples visible and bruised, her thighs spread obscenely over the King's legs, her most intimate parts on display. The water was clear enough to see everything—their joined nakedness, the way his cock pressed against her back, the marks of possession all over her skin.

Y/N felt the suffocating weight of their gazes—hot, shocked, curious. Shame burned through her like acid, her face flushing crimson, her body trembling with mortification. She tried to cover her breasts with her arms, but Jungkook caught her wrists and pinned them at her sides, exposing her fully to the servants' wide eyes.

"Place the oils there," Jungkook commanded, gesturing to the edge of the tub, his voice casual as if this were perfectly normal.

The maids moved forward mechanically, their eyes darting between the King and his captive, their faces flushing with a mixture of fear and something else—something forbidden and hot. They had never seen such a thing—the King openly fondling his son's bride, displaying her nakedness for servants to witness. It was scandalous, illegal, dangerously erotic.

Once the oils were placed, Jungkook reached for the crystal bottle of jasmine oil. He poured a generous amount into his palm, the golden liquid catching the morning light, and then brought his hands to Y/N's chest.

He began to massage her breasts—shamelessly, openly, his large hands kneading and squeezing her flesh with vulgar possessiveness. He worked the oil into her skin, his thumbs circling her nipples until they stiffened against her will, his fingers pinching and pulling, making her breasts glisten and sway with his movements. The wet, slick sounds of his hands on her oiled flesh filled the chamber—squelch, squelch, squelch—obscene and undeniable.

The maids stood frozen, unable to look away, their breathing shallow and quick. They felt hot—aroused and terrified in equal measure—watching the King's rough hands manhandling the soft, oiled tits of his daughter-in-law. It was wrong, forbidden, the ultimate taboo, and yet they couldn't tear their eyes away from the vulgar display of dominance.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" Jungkook murmured, addressing the maids without looking at them, his eyes fixed on Y/N's glistening breasts. "Fat, heavy tits made for squeezing. My son doesn't appreciate them. He doesn't know how to handle a woman's flesh."

He pinched her nipples hard, making her gasp and jerk in his lap, her body arching involuntarily.

Jungkook turned Y/N's face toward him with his free hand and crushed his mouth against hers in a brutal, claiming kiss. His tongue forced its way past her lips, invading her mouth, tasting of morning musk and dominance. He kissed her hard—sucking at her tongue, biting her lower lip, his hands never stopping their vulgar massage of her breasts—while the maids watched, paralyzed by the sight of their King ravishing his daughter-in-law so openly.

When he broke the kiss, Y/N was gasping, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed with tears and unwanted arousal.

"Now," Jungkook growled, his voice dropping to a predatory whisper that carried to every corner of the room. "Take your King's cock."

He lifted her hips with his powerful arms, positioning her above his throbbing erection. Y/N whimpered, shaking her head frantically, but he ignored her, lowering her down onto his shaft with one brutal movement.

She sank onto him with a choked cry, her tight heat enveloping him, stretching around his girth. The water in the tub sloshed violently, spilling over the sides as he impaled her fully, filling her to the hilt.

"Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back, his hips thrusting upward.

He began to move—thrusting up into her while holding her hips down, creating a brutal rhythm that made the water splash and churn around them. He leaned forward, his mouth finding her neck, and sucked hard—marking her skin with dark bruises, his teeth grazing her pulse point as he pounded into her from below.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The sound of wet flesh meeting wet flesh echoed through the chamber, mingling with Y/N's sobs and Jungkook's guttural grunts. The maids stood witness to the obscene spectacle—their King rutting into his daughter-in-law like an animal, her oiled breasts bouncing with each thrust, her face a mask of despair and sensation.

After several minutes of brutal thrusting, Jungkook paused, still buried deep inside her, and turned his gaze to the frozen maids.

"Go," he commanded, his voice thick with lust. "Go to the work maids."

He thrust hard upward, making Y/N scream, her back arching.

"Go!" he barked.

The maids scrambled from the room, their faces flushed, their hearts pounding, carrying the image of the King's dominance with them to spread through the palace like wildfire.

And Jungkook returned to his conquest, using Y/N's body with renewed vigor, ensuring that every servant, every guard, every member of the court would know by nightfall that the new bride was nothing but the King's personal whore.