Jieun stirred on the hard office floor, the chill of dawn seeping into her bare skin like icy fingers. Her body throbbed—a symphony of aches from the night's brutality: welts on her ass, bite marks stinging her neck and breasts, dried cum flaking off her thighs and face. The office was empty now, desks abandoned, monitors dark, the air heavy with the faint musk of sweat and sex. She pushed herself up on trembling arms, knees scraping the tile, and for a moment, despair clawed at her chest. But as she sat there, naked and exposed under the fluorescent hum, something twisted inside her. The pain, the humiliation—it didn't just break her anymore. It ignited a dark hunger, a craving for more. Her pussy clenched at the memory of Ian's cock stretching her, his slaps burning her cheeks, the way the office had watched her shatter. She was ruined, yes, but now she needed it. Needed him to wreck her again.