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The clock had already struck past midnight when the sharp buzz of the doorbell sliced through the silence of their tiny apartment. Jiho flinched, guilt crawling up his spine. He already knew who it was.
Tae padded over to the door, hips swaying under the tight, low-cut dress she had slipped into earlier that evening just to tease her husband. The thin fabric clung to her curves — her plump ass visible in every step, her full breasts pressing against the neckline as if they’d burst out any second.
When she opened the door, two tall men filled the doorway. Jungkook and Yoongi. Heavy shoulders, dark eyes that raked down her body without shame. Tae froze under their stare, her lips parting slightly.
Jiho hurried forward, voice shaky. “Come in, please. Sit down.”
They stepped inside, their presence overwhelming in the small living room. Jungkook smirked first, his gaze dragging from Tae’s breasts to the hem of her dress.
“Didn’t know Jiho was hiding such a slutty little wife,” he muttered, loud enough for both men to hear.
Yoongi chuckled darkly. “No wonder he’s broke. Must spend everything just keeping her dressed like this.”
Jiho’s face burned, but he said nothing. Tae bit her lip, cheeks pink, caught between shame and a sudden, forbidden thrill at the way they looked at her.
She scurried into the kitchen, poured cool drinks, and brought them back with trembling hands. The men didn’t bother hiding their stares. When she bent forward to set the glasses on the table, her cleavage nearly spilled out, and both Jungkook and Yoongi groaned softly.
“Why don’t you sit with us, sweetheart?” Jungkook said, patting the empty spot between them.
Tae looked at Jiho in disbelief, silently begging him to say no. But Jiho, swallowing hard, gave the smallest nod. “Go ahead.”
Her stomach flipped. Obediently, she lowered herself onto the couch between them. The men spread out on either side, thighs pressing against hers. The heat from their bodies made her dizzy.
“Damn,” Yoongi whispered, leaning close enough for his breath to tickle her ear. “Your wife smells like a whorehouse already.”
Her nipples tightened under her dress.
Jungkook chuckled, reaching to toy lazily with the strap of her dress. “Bet Jiho never told you he was in debt. Maybe you could work it off for him.”
“Please,” Jiho blurted, desperate, his voice cracking. “I just need more time. I’ll get the money together, I swear.”
Yoongi leaned back, sipping his drink. “We already gave you time.”
The air grew tense. Tae’s thighs pressed together, her pussy wetting shamelessly at the filth in their voices.
Finally, both men rose from the couch. Jungkook smirked down at her one last time, eyes glinting.
“Better pay fast, Jiho. Otherwise, we’ll find… other ways.”
Yoongi winked at Tae as he stepped out the door. “Goodbye, doll. Sweet dreams.”
The door clicked shut behind them, leaving silence in their wake. Tae sat frozen, chest heaving, her cheeks flushed hot. Her panties clung to her, soaked.
She had no idea why her body reacted like that. But when she dared glance at Jiho, she saw the same wild, guilty fire burning in his eyes.