A Mother's Intuition
A cafe a bit removed from the university campus. It was a perfect spot for secretly meeting Hee-seon.
Click-clack. Click-clack. Click-clack.
As she stepped into the cafe, all eyes turned to her. The high heels, of course. The unrealistically perfect figure. And those enormous breasts.
(Whoa, who's that woman?)
(Is she a celebrity?)
(Those tits... no joke? Wow.)
(How can someone be that gorgeous?)
The gazes intensified as she approached Soin, who was sitting by the window sipping a mango juice.
"Hello."
"You're even more stunning today."
"Yes... It's rare for us to meet outside like this."
"Have a seat, quick. Before you draw even more stares."
Soin wondered if he should buy her a hat or something.
"There's something I'm curious about..."
"Yes, it's... about Hee-na."
"Hee-na?"
No way she found out. If she did, he could get knocked out cold by her handbag—the same Hee-seon who always called him "Master" and obeyed devotedly.
"What I'm wondering is... does Hee-na have anyone she might be seeing?"
Hee-na's match. "...">
That's me. Soin couldn't exactly say it.
"No... She seems to just focus on her studies."
It pricked his conscience, but this was the best he could do.
"No weird rumors either. Even when guys at the store ask for her number, she turns them down. Is something going on?"
"Well... She was messing around on the family computer..."
There was only one computer at Hee-seon's house, so Hee-na, Hee-da, and Hee-seon often shared it.
"I saw some concerning search terms..."
"Searches?"
"..."
The moment Hee-seon had typed "Making a master..." into the search bar, autocomplete suggestions popped up from previous history.
[How to Make a Master]
[How to Become the Slave Your Master Loves]
[What Your Master...]
"Someone else's past searches?"
"Yes, and the last one to use that computer was... Hee-na."
"..."
While Soin gained even deeper insight into Hee-na's efforts, Hee-seon wore a worried expression.
She had spent so many days suppressing her own tendencies.
"Maybe... the inclinations I have..."
Are genetic? Hee-seon trailed off. Saying it aloud might make it real.
Sensing it, Soin changed the subject.
"Couldn't it be a computer glitch?"
"Pardon?"
"Sure, it could be your daughter's searches, but maybe it's something you looked up ages ago... Or even if it was her, just curiosity."
"That would be a relief, but..."
Soin desperately convinced her it wasn't true. 'Even if it is, I'll deny it to the end.' Too many guilty secrets to confess now.
'These three could trample me to death...' He could barely handle one, let alone three. And Soin was terrible at long-distance running. Escape wasn't an option.
"Here's what I'll do..."
He offered a solution to ease her mind.
"Yes, Mas— I mean, yes."
Hee-seon caught herself about to say "Master" in public and shortened it.
"If Hee-na acts off or hangs around weird people, I'll let you know."
"Really? You'd do that?"
"Yes, of course."
A photo of Hee-na from behind, spreading her pussy and ass wide to expose the depths of both holes. Soin quickly turned off his phone.
"Something wrong?"
"Nah, just spam. So, just keep an eye on guys, right?"
"If she meets any weird guys... please tell me right away. Actually... not just guys, women too. If she has those tendencies... she might take interest in a female master..."
Soin couldn't meet Hee-seon's eyes.
"Don't worry. I'll keep watch and report back."
"Thank you..."
"By the way..."
"Yes?"
"Does Hee-na have any interest in you, Soin? No, just my imagination."
Her question sent chills down Soin's limbs.
'Did she figure it out?'
Hee-seon quickly looked apologetic.
"Sorry. I shouldn't have said something so silly to you."
"Haha, no big deal."
Soin pulled his phone closer.
Hee-seon stared blankly as Soin pocketed his phone and powered it off completely.
"Hahaha. Spam texts are out of control these days."
"Tell me about it. Their tactics keep evolving."
Someday I'll have to come clean, Soin thought, but not today.
"Right, you do modeling gigs sometimes, Hee-seon."
"Yes, with you, Soin, and a bit elsewhere."
He recalled the steamy photos she'd posed for. Not long after they met, he'd even shot full nudes outdoors.
"What if you modeled with someone I know?"
"If that's what you want... it'd be embarrassing, but I'd do it."
He considered just handing her billions, but he wanted her to resolve it herself.
"Is that person your slave too?"
"Nah... not exactly. Just an acquaintance, kinda ambiguous."
"My life is yours, Soin. Use me as you wish."
"No. It should be what makes you happy."
She smiled softly at his words. So breathtakingly beautiful. The fact that this woman sent him daily photos of her pussy stretched to its limits still amazed him.
"Anything else to drink?"
"You're having that... Mind if I have yours?"
"This? It's what I was drinking..."
"The straw too, if possible? It feels better that way..."
The beauty drawing all eyes put Soin's straw to her lips and sipped slowly, as if sharing it brought pure joy. She even smiled with her eyes.
Damn... Any guy would fall for her.
Though dressed in black, Soin could clearly see her massive breasts and the blatant nipple outlines up close.
'She follows the no-bra order to the letter.'
Her once prim, conservative style had shifted to the revealing outfits Soin preferred. Her makeup had changed too, and with less work thanks to his help, she looked even prettier than before.
"Won't you use me today, Soin?"
Soin swallowed hard as she rested her enormous breasts on the table. Just looking could make him hard—that majestic body.
"I want to... but in about an hour, it's Hee-na's shift, so I was thinking of sneaking over to keep an eye."
"Mm... Sorry. Because of me."
"No. You always obey me perfectly; this is the least I can do."
"If you're that desperate, my feet will do."
Seizing a gap in the crowd, Soin extended his socked foot.
"Hng..."
Hee-seon spread her legs for easy access, and inside the cafe, Soin teased her clit with his toes.
"Wondering where to do the next shoot."
"Ha... Anywhere you want; I'll fulfill my duty."
Someone was about to pass, so Soin withdrew. Hee-seon, who moments ago had spread wide and moaned, instantly composed herself into a haughty beauty, crossing her legs.
A guy heading to his girlfriend with coffee froze at Hee-seon's face and figure.
(Uwaaah!)
Crash!
He tripped over a chair, staring unwittingly.
"You're getting prettier; we might need a new meeting spot. Guys are gonna crash."
"Hoho. Thank you. I'm trying to look even a little better for you, Soin."
"Since you're here, want to meet that model on the way?"
"The model? Sure."
Soin paused, then asked differently.
"Right. Even in front of a stranger, if I command it, can you do anything?"
:: Using her break during class cancellation, Professor Lee Soo-bin was uploading exposure photos to foreign sites as usual.
Knock-knock.
'That kid who gave me tons of money hasn't messaged... Wonder when I'll expose again.'
Knock-knock.
'Not getting caught mid-exposure by that guy again, right?'
Knock-knock.
'Who's knocking nonstop? I'm pretending not to be here.'
"Who is it?"
(Professor, it's Han Soin from the XX department.)
"..."
(Checking on how that pen in your pussy felt...)
Professor Lee Soo-bin rocketed to the door and flung it open.
"About that... Oh, hello?"
Standing there was a stunning woman utterly unlike Soin. Even she, another woman, blankly scanned the stranger's face and massive breasts.
"Ahem..."
The woman's cough snapped Professor Lee Soo-bin back; she'd been rude.
"Come in. You too, Soin."
Memories of lecturing with a pen shoved in her pussy made her tense up at the sight of Soin.
"Shouldn't we lock the door?"
At Soin's suggestion, Professor Lee Soo-bin instinctively hit the lock.
Click.
Just like when she'd spread her pussy and fawned over him, she once again locked her own office door.