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I slip into the room, exhausted from the party's chaos. Lucas is still inside, sprawled on his bed with a maid by his side—both laughing at something, they glance my way briefly before returning their attention back towards each other.Room is dimly lit—Lucas had been here all evening.

I sigh—change into something more comfortable but my mind races over Uncle Park's strange offer... Was it really an escape route? Or just another trap in this twisted game?

I sigh—frustration mounting inside.The maid bows and leave.

I approach the crib— I don't understand why Jeon doesn't seem to care about his son.

Lucas's little hand reaching out to me. How could Jeon claim to love his son so much, yet his actions spoke otherwise.

He coos , raises his hand—tiny, adorable gesture that tugs my heartstrings. I reach over, gently taking his tiny hands in mine. His small fingers curl around my thumb, holding on tight.

I scoop him up into my arms, and he immediately snuggles against me—like he knows exactly who I am now. His tiny hands pat my face as if trying to memorize it all over again before nuzzling deeper into the crook of my neck with a content little sigh.

I rock him slowly. He blabbers in his baby language—a mix of gurgles and nonsense words that somehow sound like they mean everything, tiny fists gripping my shirt as if to say "You're mine now."

"Da—dda—babna–ha—ab"I nod at his words. His face lights up like he understands every silent promise between us. I smile- His fingers points at my breast with an uncanny accuracy, little mouth opening wide in anticipation.I sigh— then give in, pulling out my nipples, he latches on. Milky goodness flows out, and he drinks hungrily, the rhythm of his suckling oddly soothing.

I sigh- roam around, milk flowing into his mouth in a steady stream as if nature itself had designed this perfect rhythm between us.As he feeds, his tiny hands grasp at my flesh, holding me in a possessive grip. His mouth works diligently, small tongue darting out to catch every drop. with every swallow? His eyelids grow heavier…

I was never pregnant before, Lucas isn't my child,  but how do i produce this much milk. I don't know. It's a strange occurrence, almost like my body knows this is what it's meant to do.

He tugs on my other nipple, demanding attention. I look down, He grips it tightly and playing with it gently, as if fascinated by the texture. I rock him close—He tugs, flicks it playfully,

"Why are you tugging it huh?" I try to pry off his fingers—but he stubbornly holds on, refusing to let go. His grip is surprisingly strong for such a small hand, he continues to play and tease with a determined expression.

I try to distract him. But he grumbles , continues to nurse—holding my other nipple, He seems intent on exploring.

"Aish, leave it and sleep," I walk toward the balcony. The cool breeze greets me, I lean against the railing, take deep breaths—The city lights twinkle below us, silence stretches between—click—door slamming open—I turn.There he is Jeon.

Stands shirtless, broad chest on full display, breath catch in my throat. He's watching me, eyes dark on me—he steps closer.

My heart races—his approach deliberate, commanding. Instinctively, I back away against the railing, shielding my body a shrug, clutching Lucas tightly to my chest. He feeds greedily, seemingly oblivious to the tension, and no signs of stopping anytime soon.

Jeon strides forward, closing the distance with each step— i gulp-  He stops inches away from me, gaze fixed on Lucas on my breast, possessive glint in his eyes.

I look down, heart pounding—he grip my chin, forcing my face up— His eyes are dark pools of intensity, staring deep into mine, my throat dry, pulse racing. Heat radiating off his bare chest.

Slowly, The shrug slips down, i scramble to clutch it—but Jeon yanks it off completely. I gulp, the fabric pools at my feet.

Now i stand bare before him—with my both tits out , one nipple in Lucas’s eager mouth while the other in his tiny fist.

Lucas looks at us, continues to suckle from my breast, his eyes wide, curious as he looks between me and Jeon. Slowly Jeon leans over Lucas—"Do you like your new mamma, my boy?" he asks softly, stroking his head affectionately.

Lucas gurgles, seemingly in response, mouth still latched on. I hold my breath feeling vulnerable. Lucas continues to suck hungrily, his little mouth working diligently, not wanting to waste a single drop.

Jeon stands straight— expression dark, intense "How much are you producing right now?" he asks, voice low, demanding—

My heart sinks- like my body is some kind of resource to be calculated.Tiny fists gripping me tighter as if sensing the tension in air but refusing to let go of his meal either way.

I gulp, mouth dry  "I..i..i..."

"Are you producing enough for him?"

"I... I..." I quickly nod, looking down, tears threatening to spill.

He grasps my chin up, i meet his sharp gaze—He steps closer, almost trapping me in his presence. Lucus's small hand pries away from my nipple—who whines in protest, and a rough palm taking its place. My heart sinks- His eyes darken "What were you talking with Park?"

My heart stops-  "I...i.. was just—" He rolls my nipple firmly between his fingers— it harden instantly under his touch... i whimper —rough fingers work over the sensitive bud—twisting it into a stiff peak.

"Just... what?" His voice dangerously soft, thumb pressing in slow circles like he’s trying to extract an answer from me.

I grip the balcony railing tightly - holding Lucas tight in my other arm. The sensations are overwhelming— "Please... stop"

His hand continues to toy with the sensitive skin, teasing—like he's playing with me and he grips my waist—hard enough to bruise—I cry out- His eyes don't leave me.  "Answer the question," he commands.

I bite my lip, trying to find the words, my body tense under his grips "I... I was just..." I take a deep breath, his thumb applying pressure. "I was just... talking..."

"Talking?" he repeats, his gaze harden. He knows I'm holding something back. His grip tightens on my nipple, shudders run through me."

Talking about what?" he asks, the question loaded with unspoken consequences.

- "I...he was just asking ugh- about our marriage—"

His grip doesn't loosen, he continues to toy with my sensitive flesh "That's all?"

"Yeah...agh please stop-" I try to pull away, but his grip firm. I whimper —Dark glint in his eyes, hint of sadistic delight, like he enjoys the effect he has on me.

"Please- "

He leans down takes my nipple in his mouth, i gasp— hold the railing behind- he sucks brutally. My head falls back, helplessness washing, warm tongue flicks my swollen bud, "Stop—stop- please-"

Lucas continues to nurse from other, while Jeon—rolls the other between his teeth with a sharp tugs.

"Ahh- stop—"

I cling to the railing—His eyes meet mine, there's a dark hunger in them. My legs buckle beneath, but I can't collapse—not with Lucas in my arms— Jeon's mouth working ruthlessly.

"Ahhh stop please- "

Milk spills into his waiting mouth, he sucks harder, deeper, like he’s trying to drain every last drop from me—his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, i whimper, Lucas drinks greedily beside him...

Choked sobs escape me, my body betrays its own weakness under their combined assault, two mouths stealing what isn’t theirs to take.

They keep drawing milk from my chest. Its overwhelming.L

ucas suckles softly, blissfully unaware.As his father tugging harshly with deliberate swallows—his lips sealing around me like he’s claiming every last drop.

I gasp- my body trembles— "Please stop- please-"

I whimper, push on his shoulder— hands wraps my waist, pulling me close. My head spinning— he sucks, drinking hungrily.I desperately try to free myself from the overwhelming sensations, but his arm tightens around my waist, keeping me still.

Mouths move against my skin, the suction growing harder, more insistent, he continue to kiss, suck roughly.

"Stop i say—"

He pulls back slightly, grop my boob in his rough hand and squeeze hard.

"AGGHHH-"

Milk sprays straight into his waiting mouth, i cry out- the pain unbearable. His eyes lock onto mine—he swallows deliberately, milk keep spraying—His lips close around the sensitive, he swallows every drop like it’s his right to take.

"Stop, stop—," I beg, my voice is weak against the rough—he groping, squeezing— Lucas still feeds beside him…I push him forcefully—he stumbles back, my nipple slipping free from his mouth with an obscene pop— i gasp, clutch my bruised skin, feel like an exposed doll between these two hungry mouths….I look up—dark, possessive glint in his eyes.

"What . did . you . just . do?" He grits.

I hold my sore nipple, its throbbing painfully , leaking. "Don't... don't come closer to me," I warn, voice shaking, I take another step back—Lucas still in my other arm like some fragile shield between us…

His eyes flash, jaw clenches tight— he doesn’t move.

I slowly get down from the balcony—bolt toward the bedroom corner—I hurry far side of the room, quickly take out the knife i have hidden there. I turn and point at him. I back against the wall, Lucas still tucked against me.I grip the knife tightly, "Don’t… don’t come closer."  I warn, The blade glints in air —My breath heavy —

His eyes stuck to the knife—He steps forward slowly—

"I said STOP! STOP RIGHT THERE!"

He keeps coming closer in slow, deliberate steps. I grip the knife tightly —my hand trembling.

"Jeon, STOP, STOP THERE—"

His eyes flash, continues moving closer—I raise the knife higher, My breathing ragged, he advances further.  "Jeon! STOP THERE! I swear, STOP!"

"Put. the. knife. down"

"NO- NO I WON'T."

"Put. It. Down."  He grits, Each word measured, calm like every steps.I gulp- heart races- The gap closing between us.He can snap me in half, almost towering above me, my back pressed against the wall—He is so close and close—

"I. Said. Put. It. Down—"

"NO-"

"No?"

Tears streaming down my face. he steps closer, trapping me against the wall —"Stop- Jeon— stop or —"

"Or-?" He steps more "or wha—"

—I plunge the knife in his chest—He freezes, i shove the knife deep. Blood starts to seep out of the wound, dripping down his abs—He pulls me closer— i gasp- holding the knife tightly, He grabs my wrist, guiding the knife further in his chest. Blood drips on our body, the sharp metal pressing till the edge just above his heart. "Do it. Deeper–" he growls, eyes dark , intense. "Plunge it deeper."

He holds me, the knife plunged deeper until the handle, Blood soaks our chest, running down his muscular torso. His grip on my wrist tightens, forcing me to hold the knife in place. "Now . Twist . It"

"Stop - stop-"  i release the handle, hold lucas tightly, the knife keep buried in his chest. He doesn't react to the sudden release of the knife, tears streaming down my face, his eyes burning in me. Blood pools around the handle, dripping down his chest. He grabs my hair, pulling me closer. "Now... push it" he growls  "Push it deeper in my heart."

"Please stop—"

"PUSH IT  DEEPER  IN  MY  HEART." He roars, grip on my hair tightens, forcing me to look at the bloody knife in his chest. "PUSH IT, NOW" I gulp- Blood is everywhere—on his chest, on my hands, on Lucas who's feeding silently in my arms. "please stop—"

"Do. It . Now"

"NO— NO- STOP-  STOP THIS—" i hold Lucas up in my neck-

His eyes flicking down to Lucas "You think holding my son will stop me?" He grips the handle and swiftly take it out— Blood spurts out, the wound wide open. I gulp- He throws the knife aside, it clattering noisily.I shrink in the wall- He steps closer, Blood pours from his wound, dripping onto the floor. He grabs my waist, pulling me against him, the open wound in his chest pulsing with blood. "See this? You're covered in my blood. My son is covered in my blood"

Tears rolling down my face "you're a monster"

His grip tighten, the wound is infront of my face "Monster who just got his heart plunged by his wife"

I grit my teeth, Blood dripping on my face. The deep wound is exactly above his heart is. The muscles around it are cut, exposed with layers of muscles and tissues. Blood keeps pouring out. I gulp-

"Yes. You went this deep"

I look up— His eyes buring on me, blood gushing out. He slowly touches the edge of the wound—blood coats his fingers.  He slowly spreads his fingers, exposing more of the inner muscles.

"STOP!" I hold his hand. He is a monster indeed. But im not.

He slowly pulls his hands back.

I retract my hand quickly- and glance down "stop- coming close to me or—"

"Or what?" He growls "You'll stab me again?"

I glare at him. His eyes dark on me."You—"

He grabs my wrist, pressing it against the bloody mess of his chest. I gasp— holding Lucas tight.

"Don't drop him" He presses my wrist harder against his wound. Lucas turn at his father with thumb in his mouth, eyes big innocent.

"He's looking at me like you're looking at me." blood squishing between my fingers. "With hate"

"One day...one day I'll end you Jeon"  I press on his wound hard. "I promise you that"

He leans down "I look forward to it, Mrs. Jeon"I take my hand back- He swiftly grabs my leg around his hips, my breath hitches— he pinning me against the wall—my back hits hard. He pushes his body closer, abs squishing against my bare stomach.

- "Jeon stop-"

He ignores my protests, his hand rough fast. he pulls my trouser and panty down in one swift motion. I gasp- cold air hits my pussy, Lucas squirming in my arms.

"Stop- please stop—"

He caging me with his body, lifts my leg higher around his waist—I push against his wound but he doesn't budge. "STOP- STOP I SAY—"

He holds my leg tight around his hips, his massive body trapping me.Lucas coos looking back forth, Curiously. Tears well in my eyes. I hold Lucas firm.

"Stop—please Jeon pleas—"

He ignoring my pushes on his wound, starts grinding his clothed crotch against my bare pussy, he squeezing my ass roughly. He coos at his son between us, not stopping his rough movements. Belt unbuckles loudly, unbuttoning his pants.

"Stop- Jeon please Please—"

He looking at Lucas, who is cooing and blabbering with big curious eyes. Jeon kisses his head "Look at our little audience."

Tears streaming down my face "no- please don't do this—"

His hand reaches down—hard thick cock pressing against my dry entrance.

My heart sinks—

"He's about to watch his daddy fuck you raw" He leans, bite my neck roughly, i whimper, push him harder. he holding his hard cock against my bare entrance without entering yet. "hold our son tight." He orders, biting down hard. I struggle.

"Please- please stop Jeon—"

He takes my one nipple and offer it to Lucas to distract him while rubs the thick cock head against my clit, I cry out-- he grinds , using it to tease and torture me. Lucas put my nipple in his mouth, sucking and cooing happily.

Jeon leans down "Spread for me"

I glare at him, my vision blur. He spreads my leg higher around his hips. thick head rubs up and down my bare folds. He watches my face "You hate this?" I breath heavily- i should have killed him with that knife.

He rubs his head against my entrance without pushing in. He presses the head harder against my nub, trapping me more in the wall, spreading my lower lips.

"Stop this or— or I'll drop Lucas"

"You . wouldn't. Dare" He pushes the head harder against my entrance, rubbing it against my clit, thick precum making me wet despite myself.

"Stop, STOP RIGHT NOW OR—"

He grinds against me slowly, getting me wetter. Lucas makes happy sounds around my nipple. "You'd never put our son at risk like that."

"HE IS YOUR SON, NOT MINE"

"Shh, he's eating." His forehead presses against mine, thick cock head grinding against my pussy without entering. Lucas pops my nipple out of his mouth and looks between me curiously. Tears stream down my eyes.

"He thinks you're his mamma" He pushes his cock head lower, rubbing it against my entrance-

"Put. Me. Down. Jeo—"  He slam his cock in—Lucas jumps in surprise-

"Fuck!" Jeon groans, grabs my hips tightly, his thick length embedded inside "See? You didn't drop him" He pulls out and slams back in, stretching me dry. 

I cry out- My back hits the wall, tears streaming down my face, legs jolting around his hips."Stop crying" He pulls out and slams back in, I cry out- Lucas coos, bouncing  in my arms, Jeon leans down, his face red *thrust* I gasp- *thrust* hitting my deep spot. Thick cock sliding in and out of my dry core. *thrust*Lucas gurgling happily. Jeon leans down, kissing his forehead.*thrust* *thrust*

"Please stop-" im numb- tears streaming down my face. He tearing me open.*thrust*

"Please- sto-"*thrust**thrust*He ignores my pleas, snaps his hips forward, The wound on his chest opens up more, blood dripping down his abs on my skin. *thrust* he slams, hitting deep inside. I whimper. Lucas reaches out, curious to the red liquid.

*thrust**thrust*

I gasp- He watching his son—"Look baby"  *thrust* *thrust* *thrust*I cry out— He points at his wound "Ow" He asks his son who watches the blood curiously. "Does daddy's boo boo hurt?" *thrust*  "hmm?" *thrust*I cry out- He Spreads my leg wider, hitting deeper *thrust* Lucas touching the blood. Tears streaming down my face, thrust going deeper. Lucas coos watching daddy moving *thrust*

"Stop- please stop"

*thrust*He ignores my pleas, thick length slamming faster *thrust* *thrust* *thrust**thrust*the wound on his chest opening with each snap of his hips. "UGHH my boy likes watching daddy—" *thrust*

I gasp "ugh- stop—please- "

*thrust**thrust**thrust*His thick length jack hammering inside me- *thrust*

He looks down, i whimper. his lower abs tighten with each thrust. He watches his son who watches his father curiously "Ugh-Luca mamma keeps saying stop" He tells him.

Tears rolling down my face "Ughhhh UGHHHH- stop please—"*thrust**thrust*

"Ugh- ple"

Hips slam forward hard, hitting my deepest spot.

Blood from his wound splashes onto my face. Lucas reaches out to touch the blood again, giggling, Jeon keeps going brutally against the wall. *thrust* *thrust**thrust*

My body numb, jolting against the wall "Ughhh- stop please—"

**thrust**thrust**thrust*He snaps his hips faster, hitting my cervix with each deep thrust. Lucas claps his hands, enjoying the show. He pulls out almost completely before slamming back in, i cry out— Lucas giggles, amused by the sounds—

"Please stop- ugh stop"

*thrust* *thrust*

*thrust*

I slap on his chest.

He grabs my hand— presses it against his bleeding chest wound, the blood warm. His eyes firm on mine. *thrust* "Slap me again" He challenges, his voice strained with exertion. I whimper- *thrust*

*thrust* He suddenly pauses, catching his breath "Next week... I have a special case..." *thrust* "i need firm's best legal minds." *thrust*  i whimper."So i.. want you to guide my lawyers"

"I ..WON'T"

*thrust*

"You will." *thrust* "Because if you don't... I'll do this every day until you agree" He pulls out almost completely and slam back in harshly, hitting my cervix painfully. I gasp- my body numb with pain—

*thrust*  "You will sit on every meeting... Every strategy session..." *thrust* "You will sleep at the office with me..." *thrust* "My lawyers will listen to you..." *thrust* "Because you..." *thrust*  "...are coming with me..."

"Fuck..fuck you.. BASTARD—" *thrust*

"There she is" *thrust*  "That fire..." *thrust* "this is why I need you there" He grabs my breast roughly, squeezing it harder, i cry out- milk sprays out between us , some land on Lucas's face  "I knew that fire wasn't gone" *thrust* "My brilliant wife isn't completely broken." He grabs my ass roughly and pulls me harder onto his cock. Lucas sucks on his fingers.

*thrust* *thrust* *thrust*I sob- numb weak. My grip loosen around Lucas. Who wails loudly and tries to wrap his tiny arms around my neck. *thrust* *thrust* *thrust*

Lucas whines, my arms go completely weak around him. 

Jeon growls louder, halt his cock deep- he takes lucas in his arms, pressing soft kisses on his forehead, keeping me impaled on his thick length. Lucas calms down immediately, snuggling into his father's chest—Im numb against the wall. His one arm around Lucas and other holding my hip against the wall. He pulls out slightly and slams back in, i whimper loudly. He looking at his son, who's watching me intently. "She's just... tired baby."

"Fuck..fuck you.. fuck you bastard—"

"Language!"  He looks at Lucas, who's watching me with wide eyes. "Mommy is just....upset" *thrust*  i gasp– my walls are on fire.

"I will....i..will kill you Jeon—–i will...KILL YOU.."

"Hm, Try it."  *thrust*

*thrust* *thrust* *thrust*

I gasp breathlessly.

He pants- lean down, pressing his forehead against mine. "Try it." *thrust*  "Try it now." *thrust*Lucas watches us both, his eyes wide with confusion and fear.

I glare at Lucas  "Your father is an ASSHOLE. A JERK..A MURDERER—"

Lucas flinchs-  Jeon freezes— Lucas's bottom lip trembling, his face scrunched up, He starts wails louder. Jeon's expression hardens, his grip on my hip tightening painfully "Apologize, Now."

"Never. NEVER" i yell "YOU HEAR ME BASTA—" SLAP

My head snap to the side. Lucas screams loudly this time, reaching out towards me with tears streaming down his face—Jeon ignores his cries, grabbing my hair roughly and forcing my face towards him. "Apologize. Now."

"NO-"

"Apologize!"—he pulses inside me painfully.

"No–"  SLAP!

Tears stream down my face. "Apologize. To . Our . Son."Lucas crying loudly, his small body shaking with sobs."Say . It." Jeon growls, his hand tightening around my hair.

I gasp- breath heavily, i should have slit open his throat with that knife—His dark eyes boring in mine. I stare at Lucas. "Im.....im..sorry..."

Jeon releases my hair, Lucas immediately throws himself forward, trying to reach me with outstretched arms. He cries loudly— Jeon still holding me firm against the wall, staring coldly. "Never. Ever yell at him again." Hot, thick cum shoots inside— I gasp- it filling me, every last drop pouring inside—He kisses my neck. holding me upright. My head falls against the wall. Eyes closed- tears streaming down my face  "I–i will kill you...Jeon—"

"Jungkook" he rasps "call me Jungkook"

I don’t answer.

My body numb—used, broken.

Lucas whimpers in his father’s arms, tiny fingers stretched toward me. Jungkook—Jeon, that monster—cum slowly slipping down my thigh.

Hands cradle my face. Gentle, Too gentle.

"Say it" he murmurs, thumb brushing my lips "Say my name"

I open my eyes—stare into his darkness.

"...Jungkook" The word burns my throat.

His eyes glint.He finally pulls out—slowly— I flinch, the raw ache between my legs. I wince- He lifts me up and carries us both to the bed—the three of us—He lays me down, then Lucas beside me on the soft sheets —he looks at him... eyes softening for a moment then it flicking back to mine.

The light turns off without another word.

And in the dark—

All I hear is Lucas breathing softly...

Faint drips of cum soaking the sheets…

I close my eyes.

I will kill you.

I will.

I will.

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