The house lay silent under the weight of midnight, the only sounds the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant tick of the hallway clock. Kook moved through the kitchen barefoot, the oversized shirt he wore barely covering the curve of his ass. The fabric brushed his thighs with every step, and beneath it his heavy breasts swayed freely, nipples stiff from the cool air. His clit throbbed with a low, persistent ache that had started hours earlier when his father-in-law’s hand had lingered too long on his waist.

He opened the fridge, bending at the waist to reach for a bottle of water. The shirt rode up, exposing the smooth swell of his cheeks and the glistening slit between them. Behind him, a floorboard creaked.