The Bitch Laid the Golden Egg, and the Fool Kim Mingyu Who Slit Its Belly
Song Jiwon returned home and stopped in front of the mirror.
She slowly looked herself over from head to toe.
"Haa..."
A short sigh escaped her lips.
What on earth did I do today...?
She began unbuttoning her blouse one by one.
As her fingertips moved downward, the memories of the day flooded back in sequence.
The old man's piercing gaze.
And the moment he casually lifted his phone.
Even the strange thrill she had felt then came back vividly.
Why didn't I stop him...?
Or... did I actually want to show him more at that moment...?
When the last button came undone, her braless breasts were fully exposed.
Because they had rubbed against the fabric all day in that exposed state, her nipples were still flushed red and swollen.
They had become so sensitive that even the slightest brush of her fingertips sent a sharp sting through her.
She carefully pressed down on one nipple.
In an instant, a sharp sensation shot through her entire body.
The breasts reflected in the mirror looked even more prominent than usual, plump and swollen with desire.
They've been like this all day...?
Was I really this turned on?
My breasts have never been this sensitive before...
She slowly lowered her hand and unzipped her skirt.
The moment she twisted her hips, the skirt slid down helplessly to her feet.
The body reflected in the mirror was already steeped in lust.
The thighs wrapped in coffee-colored stockings trembled faintly.
The bare skin above the lace band was flushed with a subtle heat.
I need to pull myself together...
But why does that scene keep coming back to me...?
The faint outline of black panties visible through the stockings.
How stimulating that must have looked.
How many eyes had soaked themselves in that brief glimpse?
She spread her thighs slightly.
A faint pheromone scent rose into the air.
A secret, heated fragrance just strong enough to be noticed.
The moment she slowly pulled her panties down, she could see her own state clearly.
As the fabric left her sex, sticky fluid stretched into long, glistening strands.
The students' gazes. The old man's hidden camera.
And... Master.
All the stimulation that had built up throughout the day finally burst forth, leaving her thoroughly soaked.
Her pussy was swollen red, and her clit peeked out between her slightly parted lips.
Her arousal continued to drip, trailing down the inside of her thighs like strings.
At this rate... am I really turning into a pervert...?
But why does even that thought turn me on so much...?
Song Jiwon stood still in front of the mirror for a while, staring at her own body.
Flushed skin, nipples still stiff and erect, an obscenely lewd appearance she could hardly believe was her own.
The moment she placed one leg on the vanity chair, her pussy was clearly reflected in the mirror.
"Haa... I... really became like this..."
One hand began to caress her breasts.
When she traced circles around her painfully sensitive nipple with her fingers, her body trembled on its own.
"Aah... Master... are you watching...?"
Her other hand slowly moved downward.
The moment her fingertips brushed her clit, electricity surged through her entire body.
The woman in the mirror was already drenched in lust.
"Haa... ahn... my pussy is this wet... Master..."
When she rubbed her pussy with her middle finger, a sticky, lewd sound rose from her fingertips.
The moment she pushed her finger inside, more arousal gushed out with a wet sound.
"Ah... my pussy... when I think of Master's cock..."
The fingers reflected in the mirror slid in and out, stirring her soaked folds.
When she added another, the squelching sound grew even deeper.
"Haa... ahn... Master... I've become such a pervert... look at me..."
One hand twisted her nipple hard while the other plunged deep into her pussy.
Her body grew hotter and hotter, and her breathing came out in sobs.
She spread her legs wider, making her pussy even more visible in the mirror.
Song Jiwon changed her posture as if she were an actress in front of a camera, carefully observing her own obscene reflection from different angles.
"Ah... so this is what my pussy looks like..."
When she spread her lips with her fingers, the pink inner flesh glistened and came into view.
The soaked, glistening skin was soft and beautiful like flower petals.
Whenever her fingers entered the tight, elastic entrance, the inner walls clenched and wrapped around them.
"Master... haa... you were watching this pussy of mine..."
The sight of her fingers moving in and out in the mirror was far too explicit.
If someone filmed this—
The thought alone made her pussy grow even wetter.
"Ah... ah... my pussy... Master... it's getting even wetter..."
When she slowly pulled her fingers out, strings of arousal stretched transparently across the mirror.
As if showing it to Master, she spread her legs wider and slowly rubbed her pussy in a display.
"This pussy... clenching so tightly... for Master... haa..."
At that moment, her own face in the mirror caught her eye.
Half-lidded eyes.
Sweat beading on her forehead.
Cheeks burning red.
"Ah... this face... it's so lewd..."
Even as her fingers continued thrusting into her pussy, her gaze remained fixed on her reflection.
The expression twisted with lust looked sexy even to herself.
"Haa... Master can't see this face of mine... ah!"
Amid the wet, squelching sounds, she felt a strangely complicated emotion.
This lewd expression, this soaked body—
She wanted to show them directly to Master.
An irresistible impulse.
"Someday... haa... in front of Master...
I want to show this face too... fuck... I want to show it..."
Her fingers thrust faster and faster into her pussy.
Song Jiwon panted heavily, climbing toward climax.
"Ah... aah... Master... I'm going... I'm... haa..."
Just as the orgasm rose to her throat, her phone suddenly vibrated.
Startled, Song Jiwon froze, her hand stopping mid-motion.
Today was full of events. Want to talk about it?
The notification from "Master" appeared on the Telegram screen.
In that instant, her body trembled as if electrified.
It felt as though she had been caught masturbating in secret.
Her body, which had been on the verge of climax, instantly froze.
Haa... what is this... no one even saw me...
But it really feels like I got caught...
Song Jiwon let out a small laugh and looked down at her wet fingers.
She reached for a cleansing tissue from the vanity to wipe her hands before touching the phone, then carefully cleaned the screen as well.
After that, she slowly began typing a reply.
I was about to take a shower...
Be honest. How was it? 😏
Her body was still burning.
Her heart and breathing had yet to settle.
Song Jiwon continued typing slowly.
But just like you said, Master, feeling their gazes... it excited me... 🙈
The question was short, but it carried weight.
Song Jiwon hesitated for a moment.
The scene she had just been masturbating to flashed through her mind.
I... wanted to show him more...
Is that strange...? 😳
Kim Mingyu smirked the moment he read her message.
He slowly curled the corner of his mouth and nodded slightly, as if he had expected this.
Did you want something like that?
Did you want to show yourself off in front of others? 😏
As he sent the message, he snorted.
Just as I thought. She's a total slut.
Her tail was wagging every time she walked, and it was obvious she was getting turned on by the boys' stares even during class.
A short while later, Song Jiwon's reply arrived.
It just... felt like Master was watching me at that moment... 💦
Tell me exactly what you wanted to show,
and how it felt.
Don't leave anything out. 😈
Song Jiwon, who had paused for a moment, finally began to pour out her honest feelings.
I... enjoyed the men's gazes a little 😳
I never felt that way before...
It felt like I had completely become a sexual object...
At first it was so embarrassing...
But that feeling made my lower stomach tingle,
and it felt like electricity was running through my pussy... 🙈
was filming me to use as masturbation material, just like you said...
I really thought I was going crazy...
I wanted to show him even more...
I lifted my skirt a little higher and pushed my chest out more...
I became so lewd that I didn't even recognize myself... 💦
Then tell me more.
How exactly did you want to show yourself? 😈
Song Jiwon continued confessing.
I wanted to show him even more... 😳
But panties that would show my pussy through the mesh,
or even my areola...
So he could go home and think of me while... doing it... 💦
I wondered if it was okay for me to be like this...
And more than anything, whether it was okay to think this way without your permission... 🥺
Yeah, that's what a real bitch is.
Feeling happy about that is your duty.
This side of you asking for permission is really pretty.
Keep doing that from now on.
Your body belongs to me. 😈
The conversation continued with Song Jiwon asking about the video she had sent and whether it had aroused him, followed by her growing desperation and pleas for orders. Kim Mingyu's responses grew increasingly harsh and controlling, reminding her of her place as his property. Eventually, Song Jiwon fell silent after his sharp rebuke.
Hours passed with no reply. Kim Mingyu paced his room anxiously, regretting his harsh words and fearing he had gone too far. At 3 a.m., Song Jiwon woke up in a panic and sent a long, apologetic message, reaffirming her submission and begging him not to abandon her.
When the notification finally arrived, Kim Mingyu's face lit up with relief. He read her careful apology and devoted promises, a warm smile spreading across his lips.
She came back... she came back to me...