The Model Bitch (4)
Chaeyun smiled broadly and leaned forward. "Supervisor Kang Jiho." Her tone was still soft, and her eyes weren't much different from those of an exemplary model student. However, the atmosphere surrounding her and her appearance had completely changed, a full 180-degree turn from just yesterday.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and asked, "How is it? This vulgar, perverted bitch outfit?"
Her outfit couldn't be described as merely a sexy, provocative change of clothes. Since entering the Academy, she had worn the same school uniform every single day. Although she was already an adult who had graduated from high school, she had insisted on wearing the uniform to never forget the effort and passion of those intense days. But now...
"This Academy is so wonderful. They even alter clothes for you at the store."
She had reformed the school uniform she originally wore. While retaining the characteristic design of the uniform, it had been modified into an obscene shape that no student could ever wear. It was a vulgar design one would only see in an adult entertainment parlor.
Chaeyun reached out toward Jiho, who seemed completely frozen in surprise. "Does this turn you on?" She placed her hand on his chest. A thrilling sensation, like an electric current, surged through her entire body. The trace of arousal fluids that had been faintly visible on her thighs visibly increased.
Jiho had a bewildered expression, but it was merely confusion from the sudden turn of events; he showed absolutely no displeasure or disgust toward her. Realizing that a faint excitement lay beneath his bewilderment, she became even more aroused in turn.
Jiho asked in a slightly hesitant tone, "But why all of a sudden?"
"I studied hard, you see. On what it means to be an arousing bitch." She pressed him, her eyes full of anticipation. "So, how is it? Is this enough to turn you on?"
Her tone was confident, but a faint anxiety was mixed underneath. Jiho had never directly told her that he liked vulgar, sexy bitches; she had merely heard it from a teacher. If Jiho didn't have this kind of taste, she would have just done something completely insane.
Contrary to her worries, Jiho finally relaxed his stiff expression and chuckled. He nodded. "Well, it's not bad. It's somewhat my style."
"Fufufu. That is wonderful news." But her joy was short-lived as she playfully puffed out her cheeks. "But 'somewhat my style' instead of 'perfectly my style' is a bit disappointing. What exactly are the point deductions? If you tell me what I got wrong, I'll make sure to write up some correction notes."
She felt Jiho's gaze lingering on the underwear peeking out from beneath her school uniform. "Ah. I see." With one hand, Chaeyun parted the chest area of her top, and with the other, she lifted her skirt to reveal her black bra and panties. She hooked her fingers around the straps of both undergarments and tugged them lightly. "These must be quite an obstacle. A vulgar, obscene bitch like me has absolutely no need for them anyway. I've learned another lesson."
Chaeyun stood up and lightly traced Jiho's jawline with her fingertips. "I'll fix this too, and present myself in a perverted way that perfectly matches Supervisor Kang Jiho's tastes. When that time comes..."
Her face flushed bright red as she mumbled, her lips trembling slightly. Trying to actually say and do what she had imagined countless times in front of him brought an inexplicable surge of emotion. Unable to bear the embarrassment, she turned around and ran away.
The next day, Chaeyun came to find Jiho dressed in an outfit so vulgar that yesterday's attire would have seemed modest by comparison. "Hello, Jiho." She had even dropped his official title of supervisor, calling him intimately by his name. Her skirt had shrunk even further, exposing half of her buttocks with every step she took, and only a couple of buttons on her top were barely holding it together.
Standing before Jiho, she used her fingernails to lightly snap—snip, snip—the threads holding the buttons to her shirt. As the last remaining buttons fell away, the shirt naturally draped open to both sides. However, the underwear that should have been visible was nowhere to be seen. Seeing Jiho's gaze drift to her chest, she giggled. "What's wrong? Are you worried my nipples might show? Don't worry."
Chaeyun flung her shirt wide open. Two adhesive bandages were covering her nipples. However, because they were so thin, the nipples protruding underneath boldly asserted their presence. They couldn't even properly cover the pink areolas around them, making it look far lewder than if she had worn nothing at all.
"How do you like them? My nipple covers." She took a step forward and stood right beside Jiho. "Since you said you didn't like ordinary underwear, I threw it all away. I don't think I'll ever have to wear them again anyway. Fufu. And this side too."
There was no need to go through the trouble of lifting her skirt. With just a slight sway of her hips, the skirt fluttered, completely exposing her pussy. Just like above, there was no underwear beneath her skirt. However, her bare pussy wasn't immediately visible. In place of panties, an adhesive bandage—identical to the ones covering her nipples—was slapped right over it.
"I can't really call it panties. I suppose 'pussy cover' would be the perfect term for this, right?" She proudly stroked the center of the bandage with her index finger. "Ah..." Just that light touch made her body shudder slightly. Over the past week, her body had grown more sensitive by the day. Now, she had become a pathetic little bitch who climaxed from the slightest touch. And she absolutely loved this change.
She stared blankly at Jiho, who was sitting in his chair. Slowly sinking to her knees, she rested her forehead against his lap. Then, she whispered softly, "I've completely become a woman tailored to your tastes now, right, Jiho?"
While Chaeyun kept her head bowed, Jiho stroked his lips and smirked. I thought she would hold out longer, but she's finally complete. Wiping the smile from his face, he shrugged. "I don't know. Your appearance and the way you talk seem fine, but I wonder if it's only on the outside." He reached out, grabbing Chaeyun's chin and forcing her to look up. "I have my doubts about whether your mind has completely become a bitch's as well."
Barely ten days ago, Chaeyun had stood tall and unyielding even after inhaling hypnosis gas and watching brainwashing videos. Now, she was reduced to a complete bitch, kneeling on the cold floor and wagging her hips. "Haaah... haah... Chaeyun is... a bitch... A bitch whose head is filled with nothing but sex, cock, and pussy...♥"
When he lightly squeezed her cheeks, her lips parted naturally, and her tongue peeked out. He raised his index finger and pressed it against her tongue. "Haaah... Jiho's finger... slurp, suck, sluuuurp—" With a dazed look in her eyes, Chaeyun eagerly sucked on his finger, acting coquettishly. Her tongue, coated in sticky saliva, wrapped naturally around his finger. Still kneeling, her upturned eyes curved into crescent moons.
As he slowly lifted the finger inside her mouth, Chaeyun's head rose along with it. She stretched her neck as high as she could to keep sucking, but as it went higher, she had no choice but to slowly rise from her kneeling position. "Suck, slurp, chomp, mgh—" Even as she stood, she remained entirely focused on sucking his finger, making vulgar, wet noises.
Jiho chuckled and brought his free hand to her breast, right over the bandage covering her nipple. Even while sucking his finger, Chaeyun's gaze drifted down to her chest, focusing on his hand. Her eyes gleamed with excitement and anticipation at the thought of what was about to happen. He lightly grabbed the edge of the bandage. Riiip— Her nipple and breast stretched along with the adhesive before the bandage snapped off, causing her breast to bounce and jiggle back into place. As the bandage covering her left nipple was peeled away, the flattened nipple popped out.
Mumbling around the finger in her mouth, she asked, "Ahn...! My, my nipples... they're pink, so that makes them super slutty, right...?"
"Yeah. They're fucking hot." Hearing that her nipples were to Jiho's liking, she grinned. "Do you want to suck them?"
"Hmm." Jiho stared at her nipple for a moment, then shook his head. "No. Why should I?"
In an instant, Chaeyun's face fell. Erasing her cheeky attitude from a moment ago, she began to beg. "I-I was being presumptuous..." She hurriedly brought her hands together over her chest. Pressing her thumbs and index fingers together, she framed her nipple between her thumbs to form a heart shape. "My perverted nipple is standing rock-hard because it wants to be sucked by Jiho... Please, please suck it..."
"Right. We need to make sure who's the master and who's the slave here, don't we?" Only after her offer turned into a desperate plea did Jiho open his mouth and engulf her breast. He lightly swept his tongue over the areola filling his mouth, then puckered his lips and sucked hard.
"Haaah-hyuuuuk! ♥" She had already climaxed over ten times today just from talking to him and sucking his finger, but the sensation she felt now was an absurdly intense pleasure, making her wonder if it could even be called the same kind of orgasm. Her hips bucked, and her head threw back. Though she couldn't see it, she could feel her pussy opening and closing beneath the bandage, gushing juices that completely soaked the adhesive, dripping down her thighs and knees, and eventually wetting her ankles and shoes. The back of her neck glistened with sweat and sheer arousal.
He sucked on her for nearly a minute. With a loud, wet sluuurp—pop!, he pulled his head back. With a sound of escaping air, Chaeyun's heavily stretched breast bounced back into place.
"Haaah... ahh... ♥" She blankly looked down at her breast, her eyes widening. Due to Jiho's intense sucking, her originally light-pink nipple and areola had turned a deep, vivid scarlet. "M-My nipple... it turned into a perverted color that perfectly matches a pair of cheap tits... ♥"
But Jiho didn't stop there. He continued to plant deep, wet kisses around her areola, moving up her breast to her collarbone, leaving a trail of dark red hickeys. "Mnh... ahnnn... ♥" Since there was no more room to leave marks between her breast and collarbone, he shifted his gaze. From the side of her breast to her shoulder, and then up her raised arm to her armpit—once he confirmed there was absolutely no space left to mark, he let out a soft chuckle. The entire left side of her upper body, starting from her sternum, was covered in mottled red blemishes. It was truly...
"Seriously. You look so fucking perverted and cheap that I can't even call you a woman anymore. You're not a woman. You're a bitch. The most vulgar, obscene bitch of them all. Isn't that right?" As if asking for her agreement, he curled his finger and lightly rubbed one of the hickeys left on her armpit.
"Ah, ahhn... ♥ Y-Yes... Chaeyun is... ♥ a total perverted bitch who can't think of anyone but Jiho anymore... ♥ Just from you touching my armpit, my pussy is squirting so much... ahhn... ♥" When they first met, she had planned to drag him to a secluded spot, strip him bare, and take the lead in riding him. But now, none of that mattered. Simply acting like a cheap, begging bitch and offering her body to him was true happiness. It was the reason she had lived up until now, and the sole reason she would continue to live.
"Then this time..." He pulled his finger out of Chaeyun's mouth. Then, he slid his hand beneath her skirt, which failed entirely to serve as clothing. "Shall we ask down here?"
"Yes, yes! ♥ Please ask my pussy how much of a perverted bitch Chaeyun is, and what score she gets! ♥" Chaeyun cried out, her voice trembling with pure anticipation.