I Picked Up a Bitch at School (4)
I arrived at the university an hour before my lecture and wandered around the department building and its surroundings to kill time. While I was at it, a message from my bitch popped up.
A single line of text and two photos. One was of her wearing a beige knit top and an A-line skirt; the other was of her wearing only a sky-blue bra and panties, posed in a slightly cowering stance.
I sent my feedback on the improvements, and a reply came back immediately.
A moment later, the new underwear photos arrived, taken with her posing properly so that both her panties and bra were fully visible.
I ended the chat there, walked around the campus a bit more, and headed to the lecture hall. I arrived early and sat in the back near the window. Soon, Park Minyoung walked in wearing the outfit from the photos, and our eyes met. She flinched, glancing around nervously, and unable to sit next to me, she went to the seat directly in front and sat down quietly, pretending not to notice me. Unlike yesterday, when she wore jeans and an oversized boxy tee, she looked like a completely different person dressed in a short skirt that accentuated her figure. Appearing in such an eye-catching outfit, she was already attracting dung flies. I could hear two male students sitting nearby whispering about her.
"Hey, did we have someone like that in our department? Her volume is killer..."
"I've never seen her face before... who is she?"
"Should I go over and talk to her?"
"If you can pick her up, I'll buy the drinks."
"Deal! Keep your promise."
One of them stood up, approached Park Minyoung, and started hitting on her. "Hey! I'm Choi Youngmin. What's your name?"
"Huh? Oh... P-Park Minyoung."
Park Minyoung was startled by the guy suddenly approaching her, and she stuttered her reply with her characteristic timidity.
"I don't think I've seen you before. You didn't go to the orientation, and you didn't attend the opening party yesterday, right?"
"N-no. I attended yesterday."
"Really? You're so noticeable, how could I have missed you? There's no way I wouldn't have spotted a beauty like you."
The guy was feeding her cliché lines, trying to make his move.
"That... I was just in the corner."
"I see. What are you doing after class today? Let's hang out. I know a lot of good places..."
"Oh... um... I have plans..."
As she said that, she glanced back at me, her eyes pleading for help. I was watching with interest to see how she would handle it.
"Then how about tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow is also... that..."
Just then, the door opened and the professor walked in, putting an end to their conversation. I leaned forward, put my mouth to the back of her ear, and whispered softly.
"Our bitch has become quite popular. Maybe I should put a leash on you so you can't run away anywhere..."
"H-h... I'm sorry."
Park Minyoung felt a shiver run down her spine at the mention of being called a bitch and being put on a leash—even though she knew he was joking—and her body trembled slightly. She had only ever imagined herself as a bitch in adult videos or her own fantasies, but hearing those words directly from her Master's lips made her feel like her heart was going to jump out of her chest, and she felt her pussy growing slightly damp. She was so distracted she didn't even know how the time passed. Just the thought of her Master watching her from behind made it impossible to focus on the lecture. When the chaotic class finally ended, her Master's voice came from behind her again.
"When I leave, follow me quietly at a distance."
With that, he stood up and walked out of the lecture hall.
After leaving the hall and confirming that she was following him, I moved to a secluded spot I had scouted earlier. It looked like a gym space reserved for professors, but it wasn't very large, and it only contained a few poorly maintained exercise machines. There was a changing room in the corner, but no showers, so professors would never use such a shoddy place. After checking the interior, I waited a moment, and Park Minyoung entered with a tense expression. I closed the door, walked inside, and sat on the bench press, looking at her. She approached me hesitantly, standing there and glancing at me, not knowing what to do.
"Come in front of me and stand straight."
I spread my legs and commanded her, pointing to the space between them. She hesitated for a moment before stepping between my legs.
"When I give an order, don't hesitate. Answer and move immediately."
"Y-yes, Master. I'm sorry."
She felt the intimidation in my low, calm voice, even though I wasn't angry.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions. Answer them honestly and exactly as they are."
"Yes. I understand, Master."
"When did you find out you had a submissive nature?"
"In my second year of high school, I accidentally saw an adult video like that, and I've been hooked ever since."
"Any experience with men?"
As I asked, I reached out and grabbed her breasts firmly.
"H-hnn! M-Master..."
"Maintain your posture and answer the question."
"H-h... n-none."
With an indifferent face, I continued to question her, grabbing, squeezing, and kneading her breasts as if I were evaluating merchandise. "How many times a week do you masturbate?"
I asked a question that would be difficult for a man to ask a woman so bluntly. But we weren't lovers; we were Master and bitch.
"A-about two or three times."
She had no experience with men, yet her mind was clearly quite lewd. "From now on, masturbating without my permission is forbidden."
"M-Master...!"
"Answer."
I pinched the area over her clothing where her nipples would be, forcing an answer.
"Eek...! Y-yes. I won't masturbate without permission..."
"Take off your clothes."
Perhaps because of the pain she had just endured, she flinched but followed the order. She took off her knit top and lowered her skirt, leaving only her underwear, and glanced at me. Her eyes asked if she had to take off her underwear too...
"Take them off quickly. Don't make me say it twice."
"Y-yes... I understand."
She reached behind her back to unhook her bra, took it off shyly, and set it aside. Then she moved her hands to her panties, hooked her fingers into the sides, and slowly pulled them down. She was slow, but I didn't rush her. I enjoyed watching her follow my instructions while her face flushed red with shame. Her exposed naked body looked like a small frame packed with abnormal proportions. She had massive breasts that could be called F-cups, a pelvis just as large as her breasts, and a slim, cinched waist. She didn't seem to exercise much, so her skin lacked firmness, but with a slight softness to her lower abdomen, she had a voluptuous, fleshy body. It looked like it would be fun to touch.
As my gaze swept over her entire body, she grew so embarrassed that her hands moved to cover her breasts and pussy.
"Move your hands. Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs."
"Ugh..."
When I demanded an even more shameful pose, exposing her armpits and fully revealing her pussy, her eyes shook violently, but she couldn't hide the excitement that was also evident.
"Push your waist forward... more... more."
I pressed her further as she awkwardly pushed her waist out.
"Ugh... hnn."
"This is the 'inspection pose.' It's the pose you'll take whenever I inspect your body, so remember it well."
"Yes, Master."
I kneaded her large breasts. The marshmallow-like softness made me unconsciously put strength into my hands, my fingers sinking into the flesh and causing it to bulge out through the gaps.
"Ah! Hnn... ugh."
I spun my thumbs around her areolas, then pinched her nipples with my index fingers, pulled them upward, and let go. *Squelch, squelch.*
"Ghh... haang... hup!"
She quickly closed her mouth, startled by the moan she had let out. She looked flustered, caught between the pain and the electric excitement. I moved my hands from her breasts to stroke her stomach, then moved down to tease her pussy hair. Her coarse pussy hair was quite thick.
"Do you not groom your pussy hair?"
"No. I've never tried."
"Shave it all off. Everything, including the anal area. I'll inspect it next time, so make sure it's clean."
"Yes. I understand, Master... haa..."
Her voice was filled with increasingly lewd breaths. And from the pussy that had been wet since she took off her panties, a stream of pussy juice flowed down, creating a long tail that dripped onto the floor. Her unused pussy was tightly clenched, and perhaps because she masturbated often, her clitoris was quite swollen, asserting its presence.
"Who told you to let your pussy juice drip like that?"
"Hnn... I-I'm sorry, Master."
There was nothing for her to be sorry about. I was just keeping her unable to move in a shameful pose, kneading and evaluating her like an object, and shaming her... but she was excited by this coercive situation and the shame I gave her. She grew more aroused when she was treated like a tool and treated as less than human. That was her nature. Since I was also excited and satisfied by such acts, that was enough.
"You are a truly lewd bitch."
"N-no, I'm not..."
I belittled her once more with words, then used my middle finger to spread her wet pussy and rub it back and forth. *Squelch, squelch.*
"Hnn... haang..."
The moment my hand touched her pussy for the first time, her waist jerked as if she had been shocked. After rubbing and massaging her pussy several times, I held out my hand, soaked in her juices, in front of her and forced her to answer.
"Do you still intend to deny it?"
"I-I don't know..."
"Open your mouth. You're the one who caused this, so you clean it up."
I said something absurd and shoved my fingers into her mouth before she could even open it properly. *Slurp, slurp, slurp...*
She sucked on my fingers, which were coated in her own fluids from my rough handling, without even realizing it. When my fingers were soaked in saliva rather than pussy juice, I pulled them out and wiped them on her breasts. Just like using a towel...
"Haa... haa...!"
"Now, kneel down. Put your hands down and put your waist back."
"Yes, Master!"
With a dazed look, as if intoxicated by the situation, she moved her body automatically to my command and knelt down.
"Spread your legs. So I can see you well."
Where could she have ever been treated like this? To be exposing her breasts, armpits, and spreading her legs to show her pussy in front of a man she was seeing for only the second time... It was something that shouldn't happen, but my coercive tone and the intimidation I radiated suppressed her, making me appear as an existence she couldn't refuse. Her heart had long since surrendered to me, and she was realizing more deeply than ever that as my possession, she had no right to refuse.