I Picked Up a Bitch at School (2)
I watched her for a moment, savoring the sight of her standing perfectly still in the "at ease" position, before reaching out to slowly rub my thumb back and forth across her lips.
From the upper lip to the lower, then both at once...
"Open your mouth."
Her lips parted with a soft sound. A long, mournful sigh escaped from within.
"Haa......"
I slid my index finger into the gap, slowly circling and rubbing it against her tongue.
"Stick your tongue out."
— *Blehh...*
I gripped her protruding tongue between my thumb and forefinger, massaging the top and bottom simultaneously. I tugged on it gently before letting go, then shoved both my index and middle fingers back into her mouth.
"Suck."
— *Slurp, slurp, shluuup, slurp, slurp, slurp.*
"Haa... haa... haa..."
She gasped for air as I pulled my fingers out, now coated in her saliva. I moved my hand down to her chin, tracing the line of her jaw before moving to her ear, teasing the cartilage.
"Nng... ugh... ugh..."
With my other hand, I grabbed her breast and squeezed hard—hard enough to be genuinely painful.
"Hup. Hruup... hruuung......"
First came the shock, then the pain, and finally, a moan of pleasure flowed from her lips. The breast I held felt about the same size as my aunt’s, perhaps even a size larger. I hadn't expected them to be this big hidden beneath her loose T-shirt; it was an unexpected harvest.
I pulled my hand away from her ear and used both hands to knead those voluptuous breasts. My aunt’s breasts felt firmer and more elastic, but Park Minyoung’s were incredibly soft and supple. It wasn't about which was better; it was about the different pleasure in the touch.
"Haup... hauk... haung...."
"Keep your voice down."
"Hup. Ugh... ugh... ugh..."
"Good girl."
She looked up at me with teary eyes, biting her lip to obey my command. Satisfied, I patted her head. Her face, showing a flicker of joy at the touch, was quite cute.
I moved one hand down from her breasts, covering her entire crotch over her jeans and pressing down firmly. My left hand held her breast, while my right hand gripped her crotch tight.
"Hruuuup... hruup. Hup..."
I made sure she felt the sense of confinement, as if to say, "You are caught by me now and cannot escape." It was enough to make her shake her head in agony...
A moment later, I released her from the pain and commanded:
"Tell me who I am. Whatever comes to your mind, say it."
"Haak... haak... Master! Master!"
"That’s right. From today, I am your master."
"Yes. Thank you. Thank you for becoming my master..."
"Now, get on your knees."
At my command, she knelt without a moment’s hesitation. I pulled her face toward my bulging crotch, forcing her to maintain eye contact as I had ordered. Even with her nose buried against my fly, she was desperate to keep her eyes on me.
"Remember this well. It is the scent of your master."
"Sssup. Haa... Ye-yes, Ma-master."
I stepped back and ordered her again.
"Now, lift your head and open your mouth."
"Aah..."
— *Drip...*
I leaned down slightly, letting my saliva drip into her mouth, and said:
"Swallow."
— *Gulp.*
"Haa......"
"Good job. That’s all for today. Stand up."
I praised her for obeying until the very end, wrapping up today’s event. I held out my phone.
"Enter your number. And your name, too."
She took my phone and typed in her number and name. When I looked at the entry, it read: 'Bitch Park Minyoung'. I was pleased to see she had followed my intention, claiming the title of my bitch and embracing her submission.
"From now on, no jeans when you meet me. I’m going to use your pussy starting tomorrow, so be prepared to be fucked anytime, anywhere. And start birth control today. I want to be able to fill your pussy with my cum whenever I want."
"Haa... Yes. Understood, Master! I will be prepared just as you said."
"And when you aren't with me, report your daily life. Moving locations, meeting people, everything..."
"Yes, Master."
"Good. Go inside now. Live your school life just as you did before."
"Yes. See you tomorrow, Master."
"Right."
After sending her home, I took a taxi back to my place, laughing to myself as I reflected on the day. It was the first day of the semester, and I had already found a bitch and become her master. This would have been impossible without the Eyes That See Desire.
In reality, things like "I can tell you're a bitch just by looking at your eyes" don't happen like in manga or novels. But I’m different. Because I really can tell just by looking...
As I was thinking this,
[Desire has been devoured.]
"Huh? Again?"
The message window had appeared suddenly, just like last time. And a moment later, it vanished. Nothing else happened.
"What the hell is this?"
Since it was the second time, I wasn't overly shocked, but my curiosity was growing.
Back home, Park Minyoung barely greeted her mother before rushing into her room and locking the door. Her heart was pounding so hard it actually hurt.
She didn't even change her clothes; she just collapsed onto her bed, reliving the day’s events.
"Master...!"
She had finally met the Master she had dreamed of. With her hand over her chest, feeling her racing heart, she stared into the empty air, a smile spreading across her lips.
She had hoped for something like this when entering university, but she never imagined she would meet her Master on the very first day.
She had first awakened to her submissive tendencies after accidentally watching a BDSM video in high school. The images of forced oppression, pressure, and the dehumanizing treatment during sex had been burned into her mind, never to be erased. She had searched for more information online, learned it was called SM, and fallen deeper into it.
She was sometimes scared of herself, but the desire to be dominated, enslaved, and managed by someone only grew stronger. Perhaps being raised by a strict father, which made her obedient and timid, was one of the reasons for her nature...
She couldn't tell anyone, but time passed as she entered university, hoping to one day meet a Master who would satisfy her fantasies.
Timid and socially anxious, she hadn't even participated in the orientation. On the first day of class, amidst a sea of strangers, she had prayed to meet her Master once more.
That was when she locked eyes with a man several times. He didn't look away, and the intensity of his gaze made her spine tingle. It wasn't fear, but rather a sense of overwhelming pressure...
She felt that gaze again while eating at the cafeteria and during her last class. Every time, the feeling repeated, and the man became etched into her mind.
When he sat across from her at the after-party, where she had hidden away in a corner to avoid people, her heart sank. She learned his name was Kang Taejin after he introduced himself to the upperclassman sitting next to him.
Kang Taejin kept talking only to that girl, showing no interest in her at all.
'You stared at me so intensely, yet you don't even say a word to me. Hmph...'
She felt a slight sense of disappointment at his indifference, but she couldn't say anything. Listening to their conversation, she learned he was athletic, a good fighter, and handsome enough that he seemed popular with women. She found herself thinking, 'How wonderful it would be if a man like that were my Master.'
As the drinking continued and she got tipsy, when the two of them stepped away, he suddenly asked her to come out with him. She was flustered, but also thrilled, so she followed him.
When she heard about his parents who had passed away in front of the convenience store, she felt a sense of camaraderie, and she was impressed by how he had grown up so well despite experiencing greater pain than her own.
As she walked with him, heart racing, the moment they arrived in front of her house, his expression suddenly shifted, and he pinned her against the wall.
She felt like a rabbit before a lion, crushed by the pressure he exuded, unable to move a muscle. At that moment, he was a predator, a ruler.
She naturally followed his commands. She couldn't refuse when he shoved his fingers into her mouth to tease her tongue, grabbed her breasts, or even gripped her crotch forcefully.
She couldn't take her eyes off him; it felt as if she were being brainwashed, branded with the knowledge that this man was her Master. So, when he asked, the word "Master" flowed from her lips naturally.
Of course, her own nature had played the biggest part.
As soon as she called him Master, he forced her face onto his crotch, branding her with his scent. He made her open her mouth, dripped his saliva into it, and made her realize her place was at the bottom.
He made her save his name as 'Bitch' in her phone, restricted her clothing, notified her that he would use her pussy, forced her to use birth control, and ordered her to report her daily life.
The entire process happened in an instant, as if it were natural and familiar.
She had become a being whose humanity was erased, controlled and managed in every aspect of her daily life!
Feeling dominated and enslaved by her Master, she whispered:
"Ah... I feel so happy and fulfilled."
Her face was ecstatic, as if her long-held fantasy had been perfectly realized. She couldn't easily fall asleep tonight, too excited and looking forward to her daily life with her Master.
"Ah... he told me to report my daily life... I should hurry and wash up so I can send my bedtime report."
She moved quickly to fulfill her Master’s instructions.
When I arrived home, my aunt was still awake, waiting for me despite the late hour.
"You're still up?"
"I was waiting for you, Taejin."
"I told you I’d be late."
"I just wanted to stay up a little longer."
"Go inside. I'm going to wash up."
"Yes."
Her face held a hint of expectation as she answered. I showered, wrapped a towel around my waist, and headed to her bed.
I tossed the towel aside and lay down on the bed.
"I have to keep my promise today, too. Suck it."
"Oh my!"
I had made Park Minyoung my bitch but hadn't fucked her, and my cock was screaming for release. Since I’d told my aunt I’d be fucking her morning and night for a while, she looked flustered, but her eyes sparkled as she looked at my cock.
It had only been three days since I conquered her, but she seemed already addicted to the taste of my cock.
— *Slurp... suck... lick... haum... shluuup... slurp... shluuup...*
As my aunt was busy sucking my cock between my legs, my phone, which I’d left at the head of the bed, chimed.
— *Ka-talk.*
I picked it up and checked it. It was a message from my bitch, Park Minyoung. She had sent a bedtime report after I told her to report her daily life.
I hadn't given her specific instructions on how to report, but it was commendable that she did it on her own.
I sent the reply and put the phone down. My aunt looked up at me with curious eyes while still sucking my cock. She must have wanted to ask, but her attitude of trying to respect my privacy satisfied me.
That was why I tried to be as honest and open with her as possible.
"I picked up a bitch at school today."