The Sow of Tiafans
“She uploaded again today, right?”
After finishing the day’s work, I flop onto the bed and switch on the wall-mounted TV. Happy hour for every man alive. Ever since I found this app a week ago, skipping a night has become nearly impossible.
I’d gone through AV, amateur stuff, every medium imaginable for happy hour, but at some point the artificial feel killed the initial thrill. Then I discovered Tiafans, and everything changed. One account in particular—its handle alone is already unhinged—drives me completely insane. Most users are foreigners, yet this is the only one that writes and speaks entirely in Korean with zero subtitles.
“If it weren’t for this bitch, jacking off wouldn’t feel this anticipated.”
I’m a filthy breeding sow ♡ I’ll upload lots of videos and dirty photos, so please enjoy, leave comments, and subscribe.
DMs are blocked.
But still… if you find me in real life, you might just become my Master?
#BreedingSow #Slave #GCup
It’s the kind of place that posts this stuff, so nothing should surprise me, yet that last line still hits like a freight train of pure filth—especially after you’ve seen the content. A sparkling “new” badge sits next to the account name.
What did she upload today?
Whether she’s actually married is anyone’s guess, but the title knows exactly what the subscribers want. I hit play immediately.
From the first second she doesn’t disappoint. A woman wearing a black latex mask straight out of an AV kneels in dogeza toward the camera, ass raised high. Classic opening pose for sow videos.
“Hello, I’m the breeding sow. Today I’m going to do a pussy dance~ Just shaking my pussy alone would be a little boring, right?”
She whispers like someone might overhear, hips already twitching and rolling. That plump ass, the shockingly narrow waist, and the massive tits crushed against the floor all scream for attention. She stands, grabs the camera like she’s filming a vlog, and walks toward the door while filming her own body. Exactly as the tags promised—G-cups, porcelain skin, beautifully shaped breasts that haven’t sagged an inch bounce freely and obscenely on screen.
“I’ll call my daughter for a second.”
Holy shit… the title’s real? Is the daughter going to appear?
“Daaaughter~ Did you take Mommy’s concealer?”
A voice answers from outside the room.
“No! If you can’t find it just bring me mine!”
“Ah! Found it. All good~ See? That’s enough proof for the title, right? Today… my daughter’s home so please understand if I talk quietly ♡”
She finishes the exchange, turns back to the camera, and whispers again. The voice changer is a little disappointing… or maybe that’s the hotter part?
She locks the camera down and stands in front of it.
“I’ll take the submission pose and show you the pussy dance.”
She laces her fingers behind her head, spreads her thighs wide so her pussy is fully on display, and starts rolling her hips front to back.
Fuck… who taught her this? Did she invent it herself?
The camera catches everything from her armpits down across her tits to her exposed pussy as she sways. The motion is smooth and practiced, like she’s danced a lot. Except for a single mole right below her right collarbone, her flawless white body moves to the music without a single blemish.
Did she add the music in editing?
Those clearly G-cup-or-bigger tits bounce and jiggle while her childbearing hips roll in the most vulgar, dense way imaginable. My cock hits peak excitement. Then she suddenly stops and walks right up to the lens.
“You haven’t already produced any babies, right? I believe my subscribers aren’t that kind of premature losers ♡”
Fuck… she’s ridiculously sly. Fine. Let’s see who dies first—you or me. I’m holding it until the video ends.
After the taunt she returns to the pussy dance. Whether it’s editing or she really is a stamina monster, more than ten minutes pass and she still hasn’t stopped. Sweat makes her beautiful body gleam, heightening the thick eroticism. Around the twenty-minute mark she approaches the camera again.
“Subscriber-nim. Shake with me. Don’t tell me you already couldn’t hold it and you’re just watching? I don’t need a weak Master like that.”
Back in position, she starts moaning while she dances.
“Haa ♡ Hnngh ♡ Hn… hnngh… haang ♡”
After another ten minutes she finally stops.
Throb-throb-throb-throb—!
I unleash every ounce of lust I’d been holding back.
“Haa… haa… that was a clean one.”
As always, the video ends with her back in dogeza. I hadn’t noticed earlier, but when she lifts her ass high there is a small mole right at the top of her ass crack.
She’s got moles only in the hottest places. Insane.
“Thank you to every subscriber who watched today. Please leave lots of dirty comments and subscribe for the breeding sow ♡”
Once isn’t enough to calm down. I rewatch the video and explode four more times before I finally fall asleep.
Haa… another satisfying day. If that sow would just upload more often it’d be perfect.
The account info shows it’s been around for four months, yet including today’s there are only four videos total—roughly one a month. The rest of the time she just posts photo sets.
Photos are nice, but the videos are what actually drive people crazy.
“Ah, course registration got completely fucked. Should’ve checked beforehand. Who starts orientation by saying they almost never give pluses on grades and if you don’t like it you can drop?”
I complain while walking down the hallway after class. My friend Kang Taeo walks beside me and jumps right in.
“Right? She looks ridiculously fuckable but the major foundation class still had seats till the end, goddamn. When she walked into the lecture hall I saw her face and body and thought I hit the jackpot.”
“But thinking about it, isn’t she actually giving us a chance? Drop during the correction period. Would’ve been way more fucked if she stayed quiet and then you saw no plus on the report card.”
“You need a replacement class to drop, dumbass. The same subject with other professors already filled up ages ago.”
Then one person in the group walking toward us catches my eye. Platinum blonde hair, blue eyes—could be mixed—but something distinctly East Asian still lives in her face. And her body… holy shit, it doesn’t make sense. The tight white crop top and thin white cardigan barely contain the presence of those tits, and the waist that flows down into the hip line of her wide denim pants is pure art.
“Whoa… she’s insanely pretty.”
Taeo clearly thinks the same; he breathes the words in awe. We pass her group when a hand suddenly grabs my shoulder. I turn—it’s the girl I just called pretty.
“Hey! You know me, right?”
???? Huh? Out of nowhere? Did I ever know a foreigner?
I stare blankly. She studies my face carefully.
“Hmm… I’m sure of it. Are you Kim Hajun from Hanbat Elementary?”
That’s me. Who is she? I dig through every memory. I don’t know anyone who looks like this… but there is one platinum blonde I remember.
White Pig Cha Seoa.
She used to be so fat the kids joked she’d become a white pig when she grew up. I felt bad when they teased her and hung out with her, but then I transferred and we naturally lost contact.
“Wait… Cha Seoa? Holy shit, for real?”
I can’t believe it and look her over from head to toe again. She’s about the same height as Taeo—around 172 cm, tall for a girl—with at least E-cup breasts and skin so white it almost glows with a faint pink undertone. This is that white pig? Looking closer the facial features kind of match, but I last saw her so young I can’t be sure.
The moment I acknowledge her, Seoa looks up at me with sparkling eyes.
“Yes! It’s me. Cha Seoa, class 3-3, third grade, Hanbat Elementary. What? Have I changed so much you can’t even recognize me? We stuck together the entire elementary school.”
Was it that much?
My memory and hers seem to differ a little on the intensity. Even better.
“Y-yeah, we did. Sorry for transferring without a word. My parents suddenly got assigned overseas.”
“I’m so glad we met again now. I kept worrying I’d never see you for the rest of my life… Are you free right now?”
I don’t fully understand why she’s this happy to see me, but who cares? Any man who turns down a girl like this has something wrong with the important parts.
“Of course I am! It’s been forever—I’m really glad to see you too.”
After that we eat cafeteria food with Seoa’s group in the basement restaurant of the 100th Anniversary Hall and catch up. When the next class approaches and we start to part ways, Seoa stops me.
“Here. Make sure you open it when you’re alone, okay?”
We already swapped numbers, yet she still gives a note… some things never change.
Thinking about it, even as a kid Seoa would sometimes write notes instead of just texting or calling. After I split from Taeo, whose next class was different, I walk alone and unfold the note.
Do you want to come over to my place tonight?
I’ll wait for you at 6 p.m. by Juak Lake in front of the Administration Building.
Even the content is pure old habit. Back then Seoa would suddenly hand me one-sided notes like this and wait. Once I showed up an hour late just to see how long she’d stay—she was still sitting there, a little elementary schooler, waiting the whole time.
Back then it just felt annoying. Who knew she’d appear in front of me looking like this? I have to go.
I arrive exactly at the time she set. Seoa is sitting on a bench, platinum hair fluttering in the wind as she gazes down the steps toward the lake. The sight is genuinely captivating.
“Hey.”
“You made it on time. Let’s go!”
She stands, waves me over, and starts walking ahead. Her apartment is a twenty-minute walk from the back gate of campus.
Lucky. My commute alone is thirty minutes by car.
“Hey, is it really okay to just drop by your house out of nowhere like this?”
“My mom wanted to see you sooo badly. You probably don’t know, but you’re someone both me and my mom are really grateful to.”
Come to think of it, I’ve never actually met Seoa’s mom. Makes sense—we never went to each other’s houses even as friends.
Ding-dong.
Seoa rings the bell. Moments later the door opens and her mother greets us.
Whoa.
Given Seoa’s exotic looks and Korean surname, I assumed her mother would be the foreigner. Wrong. Jet-black hair, black eyes—classic East Asian. But Seoa clearly inherited her beauty: the woman is stunning. On top of that she is wearing a skin-tight dress that screams “milf look,” and it is impossible to look away. Her breasts are even more violently large than Seoa’s, the waist beneath them razor-sharp, the hips almost South American in volume…
Wait. I’ve seen this body somewhere before.
I spin my brain as fast as it will go and only one person comes to mind.
The sow from Tiafans.
The decisive detail: the mole under her right collarbone sits in the exact same spot as that bitch’s.
Is it even possible for two people to have a body like that and a mole in the exact same place?