Yerim Gets a Master

The bathroom was small. With Taeoh in it, it felt even smaller. He raised the showerhead over my head, and water soaked into my pink hair.

Shhhhhh…….

The drum of water struck the narrow walls and came back louder. As the warmth ran from my scalp down to the nape of my neck, the only thing that stayed vividly, unbearably clear was the fact that Taeoh was standing right behind me.

The water was warm, trailing from the nape of my neck down along my spine. My bra and panties soaked through.

Taeoh picked up a towel.

"Take them off."

I unhooked my bra and slid my panties down. Taeoh began wiping me with the wet towel, starting at my shoulders—slowly down my back, around the curve of my waist.

"Turn around."

When I turned, he brought the towel up over my chest. It moved slowly across my nipples.

Swish…… swish…….

Each time the wet towel passed, my skin caught and released. It was supposed to be nothing more than getting washed, but Taeoh kept running over the same spots, as if checking exactly where I was trying to hold in my voice.

"Mmph……♡"

The rough towel fabric grazing my nipples felt razor sharp. Taeoh didn't stop.

Thoroughly.

Once.

Twice.

Every time the towel rubbed my nipples, a jolt shot up my spine.

'It's just washing… he's just washing me♡'

The more I thought that, the stranger it became. Every ordinary motion was turning into stimulation, and instead of telling him to stop, I was already waiting to see where he would wipe next.

"Ha……♡"

"You keep squealing like a toy."

He didn't answer me, just worked his way lower. He wiped my inner thighs, the skin there sticky with my juices soaking into the towel. And then, slowly, he came up over my pussy.

"Nnngh……♡"

The rough surface rubbed back and forth over my pussy, slow and unhurried.

Squelch…… swish…….

Each time the soaked rough fabric clung to my skin and peeled away, a small wet sound escaped. The more I heard it, the more it felt like how soaked I was was being exposed, loud and undeniable. He swept slowly down over the tight flesh of my mound.

At the same moment, my clit got pressed.

"Aah♡ wait——"

"Your pussy's drooling everywhere. That's why I'm wiping it."

Taeoh's voice was perfectly casual. The towel kept moving over my pussy, pressing the cloth in as if parting my lips, wiping even the flesh underneath.

"Nngha……♡ Haah……♡"

When my knees buckled, Taeoh caught my waist with one hand.

"Stay standing."

"My legs won't——"

"I said stand."

He said it without pausing for an instant. The edge of the towel reached all the way to my entrance—and then stopped. It didn't go inside. It only toyed with the opening.

"Haangh……♡"

My inner walls writhed.

'Inside. Please♡'

The thought leapt out and startled me more than he did. I hadn't said a word, but my body was already waiting for the edge of that towel to push deeper.

'I can't…… no—I don't know anymore. Just put it in♡'

As if I were begging for it.

As if something had to fill me.

Then Taeoh pulled the towel away.

"Ta-da. All done."

"……."

My breathing had gone ragged. Taeoh turned the shower back on and rinsed me off, water sliding down my body. He fetched a dry towel and started with my hair.

Water dripped from my pink hair, drop by drop.

I stood with my back against the bathroom wall. Taeoh draped the towel over my shoulders and said,

"You got washed. Disappointed? Is it because I didn't wash the inside for you?"

My eyes flew open.

"……You knew…."

"I only wiped the outside with the towel. Just for the fun of it."

I couldn't understand why those words tugged at my lower belly so hard. Taeoh walked out of the bathroom first. Wrapped in nothing but the towel, I stood there for a while.

"Fuck…… why can't I move."

Taeoh was already sitting on the sofa.

In nothing but his shorts.

I stood in front of it, still wrapped in the towel.

I'd washed.

I had definitely washed.

But the words—he didn't wash your insides—wouldn't leave my head. He hadn't put in a single finger this whole time. My inner walls still felt like they were squirming.

With nothing having entered them.

Taeoh looked up at me.

"A maso female can't get off on her own to begin with."

It should have sounded like an insult. Instead, it landed strangely like an exact diagnosis. Ever since the bathroom, whenever Taeoh stopped, I was the one who got antsy first—and the moment his hand came back, I went docile again.

'Fuck… I really am nothing but a toy, huh.'

His other words lodged themselves in my ears again.

Maso.

Female.

A curse climbed my throat and died there. It wasn't wrong. It had been that way from the start.

He kept stopping me right before climax, and not once had I tipped myself over. The moment that thought surfaced, something inside me gave way.

Taeoh tapped his knee twice with his hand.

"Come."

Tap.

Tap.

The knee he'd just tapped was still burned into my vision. He wasn't dragging me over by force—and that was exactly what made it so humiliating. In the end, climbing up would be my choice.

I tightened my grip on the towel.

"……I don't want to."

"Be good, and I'll even put a finger in you."

My mouth sealed itself shut. Taeoh simply waited. He didn't rush me. He just leaned back against the sofa and looked up at me—and my body took one step forward.

I set the towel down beside the sofa. Completely naked, I climbed onto his lap, his knee sliding in between my thighs. His body heat seared straight into my inner thighs.

I rested my hands on his shoulders. Taeoh's shoulders were solid. His hands found my waist.

"Move."

I pushed my hips forward, slowly. My pussy came down against his shorts.

Press……♡

The more weight I gave it, the more vividly the hard outline beneath the fabric came through.

'Ah..♡'

I should have pulled away. Instead, the first thing I wanted was to press down a little harder. I could feel the shape of his cock through the cloth. Thick, and long. The weight of it in my hand earlier floated back to me.

Hips back. Forward again.

Ssh…….

Every time my wet skin dragged across the fabric of his shorts, the friction followed half a beat behind. Once I moved, the next movement chained itself on automatically.

'I'm doing this to myself right now♡'

Even with how humiliating that was, my hips didn't stop.

"Mmph……♡"

My mound dragged over the fabric, and my clit pressed against the cloth of his shorts.

"Haah……♡ Nnngh……♡"

My hips sped up all on their own.

I pushed forward until my pussy was flush against the base of his cock. Pulled back. Forward again.

Taeoh's neck was right in front of my face. My lips were close enough. I brought my mouth to his throat.

His skin was warm. I licked it.

Taeoh's breath hitched, brief and sharp.

I moved my mouth down to his nipple and teased it with the tip of my tongue. Tension gathered in his thighs. That tiny reaction made me absurdly happy. Even while I was the one being toyed with, I could feel it—Taeoh had just reacted to my tongue.

'Do me more♡'

And with that thought came an actual hunger to do it better.

"Please."

My pathetic voice came out cracked at the edges.

"Please let me come♡"

I bit my lip right after saying it. I hadn't known I was capable of begging first. But a body that had been hauled to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the very edge of climax and cut off over and over wanted the next stimulation more than it wanted its pride. Taeoh didn't answer. Instead, his hand came up to my chest and slowly brushed a nipple with his thumb.

"Mmph……♡"

At the same ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠time, his other hand slid down my back and found my pussy. His finger stopped right on top of my clit.

"Haangh……♡"

My hips pushed forward on their own, pressing my clit into his finger. My toes curled, then stretched. Curled again. The harder I tensed, the tighter they scrunched.

Climax was right there in front of me.

"Haah……♡ Nnngh……♡ please——"

Taeoh pulled his hand away.

Again.

'He cut me off again…'

The heat didn't fade. It just stayed locked inside my body, which made it so much harder to bear. The sensation pooled between my legs throbbed like it was out hunting for the next touch all by itself.

"Fuck……!"

My voice cracked harder this time, and Taeoh looked at my face.

Still composed. Still waiting for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the next words. If I didn't say what he wanted, there would be no end to this.

"I'll do anything——♡"

Even after it left my mouth, I doubted my own ears. But stronger than any urge to take it back was the want—plain and simple—for Taeoh to hear it and move his hand again.

'How far am I actually going to go..♡'

That sentence had come out of my own mouth. Taeoh's eyebrow lifted slightly.

"Anything?"

"Anything…."

A short silence passed. The corner of Taeoh's mouth curled up.

"Then from now on, you're my female flesh toilet."

The moment the words dropped, my face flared hot.

'Flesh toilet♡'

Just repeating it once in my head was degrading enough—and my lower belly clenched down hard instead of recoiling. The urge to curse and tell him to go to hell, and the urge to keep hearing him call me that, rose at exactly the same time.

"……."

"When I call, you come. When I say spread, you spread."

I didn't answer. His finger came back up to rest on my clit. He didn't touch it. He just laid it there. Even that much pressure alone pulled at my lower belly.

'He's not even touching me.'

His finger was simply resting in place, yet every nerve I had converged on that single spot. All he'd have to do was move a fraction—and Taeoh was deliberately leaving that last fraction undone.

"I'll teach you your pose."

Taeoh rose from the sofa and set me down on it.

"Both legs spread. Knees bent."

I spread my legs, slowly.

Schlick…….

As my knees parted, cool air poured into my exposed center. I could have covered myself with my hands—but I didn't want to break the pose Taeoh had ordered.

'Why am I obeying this well…'

Schlick.

My pussy opened. My folds split to either side and everything inside came into view. The entrance of my vagina. The walls, the pink gleam of my hymen. All of it, visible.

"Hands behind your head."

When I raised both arms behind my head, my chest lifted. My nipples pointed at the ceiling, stiff and fully erect. My armpits lay open—the pose left my pussy, my nipples, and my armpits bare and shameless, hiding nothing.

There was nothing I could cover.

Taeoh picked up his phone.

Click.

"This is the flesh toilet pose."

His voice was low.

"Remember it."

I looked up at him from the sofa, holding the pose. Taeoh knelt in front of me. And slid a finger into my pussy.

Slick…….

The finger that had only ever toyed with the entrance finally slipped inside. Maybe because I'd been made to wait so long, even the very first pressure was unbearably vivid.

'Finally, something's inside♡'

That one thought alone made my stomach clamp tight. For the first time.

"Aaah……♡"

My inner walls squeezed down around the invading finger—hot and narrow.

Taeoh bent his finger inside me and pressed against my front wall.

Press……♡

The moment that one spot inside took the pressure dead-on, my hips reacted before my brain could even understand where I was being touched.

'What is that spot, why does it feel so good♡'

It was unfamiliar, and it felt good. And the instant I admitted it felt good, I got even more sensitive.

"Oh……♡ Ohhh♡"

My toes went completely numb, my heels lifting off the sofa in a slow tremble. My thighs shook, falling open and clamping shut again.

Taeoh's finger moved faster. Hooking inside me, rubbing my walls.

Slick, press…… slick, press……♡

It wasn't a simple in-and-out. He pressed and dragged, as if raking up the inside of me over and over. And the more he worked the same spot, the more that first strange pressure melted into clear, unmistakable pleasure.

"Ohh——♡ Haahh……♡"

A deep clench rolled up through my vagina, seizing my womb in one hard pulse. Climax came rushing in. This time, he didn't stop.

'Finally, all the way♡ do it♡ do it♡'

The moment I realized it, it felt so good it frightened me. Every sensation that had been severed again and again came flooding in connected at once, and I didn't know where to put my strength. So I just gave my body over to the rhythm of Taeoh's hand.

"Oh……ohhh♡ ah..k♡"

The wave broke all at once. My hips lifted off the sofa, toes curling completely under. Even then, Taeoh's finger didn't stop. It kept moving inside me.

"Haanghh……♡ Nnnnh——"

My juices poured out.

Schlap…….

The wet sound was barely a whisper, and my face still went up in flames. But even that shame drowned in the sensation still rippling through me after climax—I couldn't hold a single thought.

Arousal ran down between his fingers, soaking my inner thighs and spreading out onto the sofa beneath me.

Taeoh drew his finger out slowly. A thin string of my juices stretched between them like thread.

Drip.

It broke.

I lay right where I'd fallen, sprawled across the sofa. My breath was shot and my head was fog. Somewhere deep inside my body was still gasping, tremors rolling through it over and over.

Taeoh stood and looked down at me.

"From now on."

His voice came down low and slow.

"When you use your pussy. When ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you use your nipples."

A beat.

"You ask permission."

"……."

"Because that's what a toilet is."

My breathing still hadn't settled. My whole body was damp, the inside of my thighs hot and sticky with arousal. Taeoh waited for my answer.

I stared at the ceiling. Then closed my eyes. Opened them again.

"……Yes."

Compared to my moaning, my voice was barely there.

Taeoh asked again.

"Clearly."

"Yes."

"To whom?"

My lips hung for a moment.

"……Master."

Those two syllables rang louder in my own ears than anything else in the room.

'I actually said it♡ I really said it♡'

I should have been scrambling to take it back. Instead, the fact that Taeoh had heard it felt—strangely—satisfying. I looked up at his face like I was waiting for a compliment, and the moment that word left my mouth, my pussy clenched once more. Taeoh stroked my hair. Once.

Without a word.

Then he leaned back against the sofa. Quiet settled over the room, and the evening breeze drifted in through the window. I lay where I was on the sofa, catching my breath, as the System rose into the corner of my vision.

"……."

I closed my eyes.

So what if it's 0%. Today, I decided to just leave it alone. I still couldn't tell whether I was coming apart at the seams, or whether this side of me had always been there and had only just now decided to show itself.

But one thing was certain. The title I'd called out with my own mouth a moment ago stayed in my head far longer than it should have.

Bzzt.

The phone I'd tossed beside the sofa buzzed once, short. I lit the screen, and Kang Taehyun's name came up.

Another line came in before I'd even finished reading.

I narrowed my eyes.

The reply came back almost instantly.

"……Freaking psycho."

I stared down at those messages for a long time.

Out front of the Toto shop. Of all places on earth, meeting there kept catching in my mind like a hook.

Only after I'd put the phone down did I realize how unnaturally quiet the room had gotten. Taeoh was gone. I had no idea when he'd left. The front door was shut, and all the sofa had left behind was a crumpled cushion and my own body heat, still refusing to cool.

I cleaned myself up halfheartedly and lay down on my bed. More than the spot where Taeoh had vanished, it was that message—Six tomorrow—that stayed burned into my eyes.

And then, just like that, I was asleep.