Song Jiwon Succumbing to Submission
The moment the Telegram notification chimed, Song Jiwon's fingertips trembled.
Still lying face-down on the bed, she lifted her smartphone. In the center of the screen appeared a familiar username.
Reading those few short lines, her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes grew hot, and her heart began pounding like mad.
He came back… Master… I haven’t been abandoned yet…
Meanwhile, Kim Mingyu kept staring at the screen long after sending the message. The corner of his mouth slowly curled upward, yet his eyes refused to settle.
Wow… I really thought it was over. Ha… This woman… seriously…
His fingertips trembled ever so slightly. The long, desperate apology she had sent earlier still echoed in his ears—the fear, the guilt, and the unconditional submission she placed in him.
The bitch was perfect, but the master… was just some pathetic loser who couldn’t even control his own emotions.
He gripped the smartphone again and muttered quietly.
“This woman really won’t let me go… because she sees me as ‘Master,’ not Kim Mingyu…”
He replayed the video file. Beyond the camera angle, her fingertips trembled. The cautious press of the shutter, even the quiet breathing inside the room—everything was unmistakably sincere.
The moment she sent the message, she closed her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips trembled.
I really thought I’d been thrown away… but seeing your message makes me feel so relieved I could cry…
Song Jiwon bit her lip and clutched the smartphone tightly with both hands. The relief from those few words was so overwhelming that tears nearly spilled over.
Kim Mingyu read her reply and smirked.
This bitch… acting cute… I was the one who made her wait like crazy while I sat here worrying about my pride…
But a master must always remain composed and dignified. He pushed his emotions down and slowly typed.
Kim Mingyu raised an eyebrow at her reply. He let out a small, incredulous laugh, yet felt strangely pleased. Today, instead of giving commands, he decided to draw her out in a different way.
Song Jiwon’s eyes widened in surprise. Instead of the usual sharp, explicit commands, he wanted to talk. He wanted to hear about her.
Master… is curious about me…? Does that mean he’s actually interested in me…?
The moment she read those words, Song Jiwon’s eyelids trembled. It felt as though her breath had been stolen, yet her fingers moved without hesitation.
It just naturally drifted apart… so why does writing it down feel so shameful and lonely…?
Song Jiwon drew in a slow breath. There had been nights. That sharp, tingling sensation would crawl up her thighs, and she would find herself unbuttoning her blouse in the bathroom only to button it again. Every time, one particular object came to mind.
When I received it… I almost cried. It felt like he was saying, “I’m busy, so take care of it yourself.” The feeling that I’d lost my appeal as a woman… that was the worst part.
After sending the final message, she paused for a long time. She worried it might sound like emotional whining. But it had felt so unfair. She had waited so long for that moment, only to be scolded for no reason.
No… it’s because I’m lacking. It’s not Master’s fault. I just… need to learn more.
Song Jiwon set the phone down and quietly buried her face in the pillow. Her lips trembled, and the inside of her panties remained damp with lingering heat.
Kim Mingyu stared blankly at the messages for a moment.
Ah… that toy… the one she wedged between her breasts in that photo…?
He remembered the picture she had sent, the toy nestled in her cleavage. At the time he had only thought it was lewd, but now it felt different.
So that’s why she wanted to use it… She wanted to offer it to me… Fuck… I scolded her without understanding…
Words failed him. He didn’t know how to comfort her. A direct apology felt beneath a master, so he chose the most careful, dignified tone he could manage.
Even after sending the message, Kim Mingyu couldn’t put the phone down.
No… that wasn’t what I meant to say… Fuck… did that even comfort her…?
He exhaled deeply toward the ceiling. Song Jiwon, on the other hand, read the message over and over. Her chest trembled, and a wave of emotion surged up inside her.
Next time… I’ll definitely show you… Even if I get scolded… Master will eventually see into my heart…
Once her emotions settled a little, a question she had long suppressed began to rise.
Why did I ask that… Am I jealous right now…?
The moment she typed it, an itchy, aching feeling stirred in her chest. She had never believed she was his first. His tone, his commands, even the way he touched her through words—everything felt too practiced, too experienced.
Kim Mingyu’s hand froze when he saw the message.
…Ha… fuck… now of all times…
His mind went blank. He was a virgin. His only “relationship” had been in elementary school when a classmate said “Let’s date~” and he had answered “Okay…” without thinking. That relationship ended a few days later when the class president stole her away.
…Right now, in this situation, I’m pretending to be experienced in front of my bitch… Fuck… a virgin like me…
The reason she followed him so completely was because she believed “Master knows everything.” He couldn’t shatter that illusion.
Women hate virgins… A master should be experienced and skilled to be convincing…
Swallowing hard, he moved his fingers as calmly as possible, feigning composure.
Song Jiwon gripped the phone tighter as she read. Her lips trembled, and her eyes grew moist.
…Of course… Of course he has… Master really is an incredible person…
She had no idea that while typing those words, Kim Mingyu was wiping cold sweat from his hands and squeezing his eyes shut.
He continued maintaining the perfect “master” persona he had created.
Kim Mingyu smirked as he looked at his own typing. His tone grew more forceful as he got carried away, continuing with a long, almost essay-like message.
Fuck… this sounds way too cool. I just wanted to make it a little arousing, but now I sound like some kind of philosopher…
He muttered inwardly.
Don’t compare me to those losers. I don’t just consume desire—I create it.
Without even touching her pussy… her mind, her desires… everything is already inside my territory. This is real training.
Kim Mingyu slowly set the smartphone down and turned his gaze toward the window. In that gap, the words he couldn’t bring himself to say echoed in his mind.
But… honestly, I want to meet you, Song Jiwon… But I’m Kim Mingyu. The gloomy student you never even glanced at after class, the one who used to mutter “Is the air conditioner not on?” in front of the staff room. To you, I was just an invisible student. But now you’re calling that same person “Master” and spreading your pussy for me. Don’t be ridiculous… Wanting to meet? That’s just greed. The master you imagine is an experienced, charismatic man… but in reality, I’m just pathetic Kim Mingyu. So not yet. Not now.
Song Jiwon’s fingertips trembled slightly as she typed. He had never touched her. He had never even let her hear his voice. Yet she was sinking deeper and deeper.
Master is truly on another level. He’s different from the very beginning compared to those ordinary horny guys…
Those men who push to meet right away. Those who throw out a few dirty lines and think they’re playing “master.” They’re on a completely different dimension from trash who only follow their dick’s impulses.
Her eyes grew hot. There was emotion, but beneath it lay an even deeper thirst.
Right now, I’m being trained by someone like that. It makes me proud… happy… and I want to be ruined even more.
Tighten your grip on me more. Don’t let me remember the name “Jiwon” anymore… Call me bitch instead…
Without even realizing what she was saying, she willingly crumbled. “Song Jiwon” was disappearing, leaving only the name he had given her.
After confirming the final message, Kim Mingyu slowly lowered the smartphone without even breathing. His palms were slick with cold sweat, and his legs gave out, dropping him onto the bed.
“Seriously… this woman, Song Jiwon… let’s see how far we can go.”
He squeezed his eyes shut. Fear, excitement, and the instincts of a dominator swirled together. In a low voice, he whispered to himself.
“But someday, I will definitely meet you. The me you call Master will find a way to train you in reality too. In a way you could never even imagine…”
Even after those words, the room remained silent for a long time. In the darkness, only the smartphone screen flickered faintly. Beneath that light, Kim Mingyu continued to chew over her final message for a long while.
At the same time, in another place, Song Jiwon held the smartphone with both hands and pressed it tightly against her chest. The blanket was pulled up to her chin, and a lingering warmth still remained between her slightly parted thighs. She slowly closed her eyes.
They were separated by a distance that could never be crossed. Yet that night, master and bitch dreamed the same dream within the same desire.