Shall We Exchange Dirty Photos?
An upscale restaurant.
At first glance it looked as though a formal dinner was underway. Han Gyeowool elegantly sliced into her steak, the old director hag stirred her stew, and I twirled pasta around my fork before shoving a solid mouthful past my lips.
But beneath this luxurious table, under the surface, a rather lewd game of footsie was in full swing. The tip of my toe roughly mashed her bare pussy. Sometimes I gently rubbed the soft folds of her clam; other times I ground friction against her petals and clit.
What was surprising was how composedly Han Gyeowool held out. Was it because there were watching eyes right beside us? She desperately managed her expression. She even launched counterattacks of her own. Her smooth high heel rose upright and poked insistently at my crotch. When I snuck a glance at her face, she was smiling faintly as if she found it amusing. That smile carried a leisurely air.
Hmph. Playing cute, are we? Doing something this naughty too.
Once we send the director off, shall we go for another round?
This time I want to make it a bit hotter.
She licked her lips and swirled her wine glass. The way her fingers moved was so sensual it felt as though I were the one being caressed.
Meanwhile the old director hag seemed to have picked up on the signals passing between us to some degree. Han Gyeowool’s gaze alone had turned syrupy-sweet; as a fellow woman it would have been stranger if she hadn’t noticed. But Director Kim was not foolish enough to make a thoughtless show of it. The debauched sex lives of chaebol families were already common knowledge. She simply kept tasting her stew, continuing the meal as if she were barely there.
In the meantime Gyeowool and I kept tormenting each other’s most precious places, carrying on our secret game. Before long my shaft had swollen so thick it was shoving her high heel back with every poke, and she too flushed red while subtly twitching her hips. Eventually Gyeowool seemed unable to hold out any longer; she quietly lowered a hand and pinched the top of my foot. It was the signal that she had reached her limit.
I grinned at her frantic touch and opened my mouth. Every time I felt it, she really was a woman whose torment tasted exquisite.
“...Excuse me, Madam. Your complexion doesn’t look so good. You’re not feeling unwell, are you?”
My sudden ambush made her flinch in surprise; she forced a smile, then shook her head while pinching the top of my foot even harder.
“Wh-what? What are you talking about? I’m perfectly fine.”
But her face was flushed red for anyone to see. Beads of sweat had even gathered on her forehead from holding back moans. Seeing that, the director added worriedly,
“Oh my, Madam. Look how red your face is. You’re breaking out in a cold sweat too.”
At those words Han Gyeowool shot the director a piercing glare. Having stuck her nose in only to get glared at, the director flinched and dropped her eyes.
“...I-I’m sorry. I was just a little worried.”
“It’s only the heat. Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
The director bobbed her head repeatedly, watching Gyeowool’s mood. I swallowed a snicker at how thoroughly she had been put in her place. Perhaps my expression looked smug; Gyeowool sent me a frosty look as well and spoke.
“By the way, Teacher Kang. Keep Friday free this week. We still have to finish the consultation we started today, don’t we?”
“...Pardon?”
“What do you mean, ‘pardon’? Are you free Friday or not?”
When Han Gyeowool let a hint of displeasure show, the director—who had been waiting for an opening—quickly jumped in. She scolded me in a deliberately stern tone.
“Ahem. Teacher Kang. When Madam gives an order, you simply obey quietly. I’ll rearrange the entire schedule myself.”
Then she turned a fawning smile on Han Gyeowool, advertising herself.
“Hoho. Madam, don’t worry about a thing. I’ll clear Teacher Kang’s Friday schedule completely clean. You may take him and use him as much as you like.”
Han Gyeowool nodded with a satisfied smile.
“Good. As expected of Director Kim. Your work is always so clean.”
“Oh, not at all. Whenever you need Teacher Kang, just say the word. Weekends, holidays—I’ll send him right over.”
The director shot me an irritating wink. It meant I should play along appropriately.
“...Ha, haha. Of course. If you call, I’ll serve you with everything I’ve got.”
For a moment I felt a little afraid of whatever reason Han Gyeowool might have for summoning me. Still, it wasn’t as if she was going to lock me in a basement and torture me. I decided to shake off the baseless anxiety. Watching my face, she curled the corner of her mouth. Somehow that smile felt ominous.
That evening.
On the way home after work, my phone suddenly buzzed with a KakaoTalk message. The sender was Han Gyeowool. By now it was no longer all that surprising.
For some reason she was nagging even over KakaoTalk, which was unlike her. If it had truly been that serious she wouldn’t have put it in a text. I tilted my head and connected the Mind Link.
There she was, sitting on the sofa, shyly clutching her phone.
...Wh-what? He read it. Why did the reply suddenly get so slow?
Did I come on too scary? He’s not actually scared over something like this, is he?
Judging by the reaction, it clearly hadn’t been meant as a real warning. She just wanted to chat and needed some kind of pretext. I snorted and sent a reply—short, intense, and completely off the wall.
The instant I sent it, the Han Gyeowool on the screen turned bright red. She clapped a hand over her mouth and let out a disbelieving little laugh. She didn’t look all that displeased, though.
My brainless replies finally made Han Gyeowool burst out laughing. She shook her head as if I were hopeless.
Just as I said, Han Gyeowool’s eyes were full of anticipation. The idea of a young man masturbating with her underwear was a pretty stimulating event, after all.
I-is he really going to send it?
It won’t smell weird, will it?
Ah, shit. Should I switch to a stronger cleaner scent?
She tried to hide her excitement and replied in a somewhat provocative tone.
She read the message and, seized by extreme shame, furiously raked her fingers through her hair. Then, burning with anger, she started hammering at the keys.
She typed out rebuttals only to erase them over and over. The way she bit her lip in frustration was rather adorable.
It’s annoying, but... honestly it was delicious.
I’ve never come that hard in my life.
But this bastard’s way of talking is so damn irritating.
I-I like it! I like it so much! I absolutely want to try it!
Naturally, the Han Gyeowool saying those words was wearing a fresh little smile. I too replied with the fluttering heart of someone in the middle of a romance.
The moment I reached my studio apartment I headed straight into the shower. Gripping Han Gyeowool’s string panties, I began stroking my fully erect cock.
—Click! Click-click-click!
After taking the photos I also shot a short video, packing it with every decadent moan and whisper I could manage. Then I sent the whole lot to Han Gyeowool’s KakaoTalk.
A shy scream erupted almost immediately.
Kyaaaaah! H-he really sent them!
How many pictures is this? He got that turned on just from my panties?
What the—there’s even a video!
Through the Mind Link, Han Gyeowool let out a cheer. Both her eyes were bloodshot like a rabbit’s.