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Epilogue - M

Minji

I slip into my wife's dressing room and lean back against the wall, taking a moment to just watch her. Her makeup artist is putting the final touches on her, and she looks fucking magnificent. Tonight, her long hair is loose and wild, spread all over her body, accentuating the cream-colored gown she's wearing.

It's the same gown I watched her draw on Yunjin's birthday. Seeing it on her tonight is surreal. Her creativity knows no bounds, and I couldn't be more proud of her.

Her eyes light up when she sees me, and I push off the wall. I grin when she dismisses everyone in her room, no doubt reading the look in my eyes.

"Minji," she says, smiling. I'll never tire of the way she says my name. On her lips, it's simultaneously a prayer and a sin.

"Baby," I whisper, "You look far too fucking beautiful in this. I can't take this. I can already imagine what all your pervs will have to say about the photos of this show."

She chuckles, "It's the last one, my love," she promises, "This will be the last show I walk as a professional model. Going forward, I'll only model for my own brand whenever I feel like it."

"It's only fitting that the last show you walk is also your own first fashion show. One door is closing, but another is opening for you."

She nods, "I thought it would be nice symbolism, don't you think?" She grabs my tie and twirls it around her fingers, "Though, I will say... I'll miss IwanttolickHanniknee's comments on my photos. I wonder what he'll have to say about this final show."

I chuckle and shake my head, "I have it on good authority that he's obsessed with you and will continue to DM you perverted shit."

"Is that so?" She laughs, "Maybe I should start giving him private shows."

I nod, "I really think he'd like that," I wrap my hand around her waist and pull her closer, "Moment of honesty... I've always hated the way everyone looks at you on stage," I lower my lips to hers, smearing her lipstick with a kiss, "I never interfered because I have the utmost respect for you, my love, but I always wanted everyone to know that you're mine."

She lifts her hand to my face and cups my cheek, "I'm relatively certain that my wedding ring is visible even to those sitting in the back rows."

I smirk as I pull her dress up until I've got it bunched around her hips, "It's not enough, Cherry."

I lift her on top of her dressing table and spread her legs, "As every man stares at you, I want to make sure that your thoughts are only on me."

She grins at me when I trail a finger up her thigh, "No fucking panties again," I growl.

Hanni giggles and buries a hand through my hair, "Minji," she says, her voice husky, "When you're in the room, other men just fade away. You've always been the only one for me."

I smirk when I realize that she's rapidly getting wet for me. Just one touch, and she's desperate for my cock. I slip two fingers into her, loving the way she moans for me.

"I fucking love you," I groan as I unbuckle my belt.

I free my cock, and she gasps, "Minji," she warns, "I need to be on stage in twenty minutes."

"I know," I tell her as I align my cock, "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll still be feeling my cock when you walk down that catwalk. The whole world is going to want you, but with every step, you'll be reminded of who you belong to."

I push into her, and her eyes fall closed in delight, "Look at you, baby. You're such a fucking slut, my love. You're smiling so happily as you take my cock in your dressing room. Anyone could walk in at any moment, but you don't care, do you?"