Wet Panties in Kim Mingyu's Drawer, Sourced from Song Jiwon's Cunt
Song Jiwon closed the office door and carefully sat down at her desk. Her legs still hung limply, and her inner thighs trembled with faint aftershocks. She pulled out her phone and slowly replayed the video she had just filmed on the rooftop.
There was no exposed face—only her body. The stream of urine pouring from her squatting posture, the yellow trail running across the floor, and the hand that finally stopped shaking at the end.
“……”
Her heart pounded again. Sending this now… No, the fact that she had already sent it felt far too real.
The Telegram window still showed the video she had just transmitted.
Strength returned to her fingertips.
“I sent it… I really sent it…”
She muttered to herself and let out a long breath. At the same time, countless thoughts raced through her mind.
‘…Did it turn out well?’
‘Will Master like it…?’
‘Did my pussy look good while I was pissing?’
‘He doesn’t think I’m a pervert, does he…?’
One side of her felt certainty and pleasure; the other felt a flicker of guilt and reality.
‘What am I even doing right now…’
‘At school… on the rooftop… someone could have come…’
But that confusion lasted only a moment. Another voice whispered inside her head.
‘…But I want him to order me again. What will he make me do next…?’
‘Will Master praise me this time?’
The addiction was stronger than the pleasure itself. Song Jiwon’s eyes stayed glued to the screen, waiting for her master’s single line of text.
Just then, a Telegram notification appeared.
At that moment, Song Jiwon’s lips parted slightly. Her heart reacted a beat late. She stared at the screen again.
That single line made the insides of her thighs clench again. Evaluation. And criticism. It wasn’t punishment—it was a stimulating reward.
Her fingertips gripped the phone once more. The corners of her mouth trembled slightly, and her gaze grew hazy. Once again, her inner voice whispered.
‘Next time… should I do it even lewder?’
‘More… dirtier, more vulgar…’
‘That way Master will like it, right?’
Song Jiwon drew in a breath and slowly nodded. Desire was stronger than confusion. She was a bitch waiting for her next command.
Her master’s message began in his usual tone, but the mischief that came through the screen always crossed the line.
Song Jiwon stared at her phone, then spread her legs slightly. The black mesh panties clung to her pussy. When she touched them with her fingers, she felt the damp, sticky sensation.
‘He told me to take them off… really…?’
It was an absurd order. But that single line made her inner thighs react first. If it was her master’s command, her body could do anything.
Pressing her lips together, she glanced around the office. She checked that the door was locked and the curtains were properly drawn before slowly standing up. Her fingertips lifted the hem of her miniskirt. Her bare thighs came into view, along with the thin black mesh panties covering them.
Song Jiwon slowly hooked her fingers into the waistband. She closed her eyes and took a breath.
‘I shouldn’t be doing this…’
But her fingers were already pulling the panties down. The thin, soft mesh lace slid slowly along the curve of her thighs. The sensation brushing against her skin was so lewd that she unconsciously squeezed her legs together.
When the fabric passed her knees and reached her ankles, she carefully lifted one foot out of the panties, then the other. The removed panties lay on the floor, lightly touching her toes.
Only then did she feel the cool air spreading beneath her miniskirt. With her bare pussy and asshole completely exposed, the air that flowed in between the skirt’s hem as she sat down caressed her most private places.
She spread her legs slightly—subtly, yet unmistakably. And there, her wet flesh with nothing covering it quietly pulsed and breathed.
Song Jiwon paused, rereading the message. Her master continued.
Her breath caught. Her fingertips felt cold.
‘Hah… haah… will he really masturbate with my pussy juice all over them…?’
Song Jiwon squeezed her thighs together. They were already trembling faintly. The panties she had taken off lay on the floor, rising and falling with her shallow breaths.
Song Jiwon stared at the screen. He was right.
‘Do I even have the right to choose or pick a man? Does a bitch have that kind of privilege?’
Song Jiwon drew in a deep breath. It was a scenario she had never even imagined before. But strangely, thinking about it made her pussy grow even hotter.
Her fingers moved toward her pussy on their own. Just this conversation was enough to soak her panties. No—looking at the ones she had already removed, they were drenched.
‘That kid… using my panties to masturbate…? And just like Master said… I have to satisfy Master too… Haah… Song Jiwon, how much more depraved are you going to get…?’
The thought alone made her body burn.
The moment Song Jiwon read the message, her body reacted on its own. She sank deep into the chair and spread her legs into an M-shape. Holding the black lace panties, she brought them to her pussy.
‘Is it really okay to do something like this…?’
But her fingers were already moving. When she pressed the tip of the panties against her wet pussy entrance, the juices flowing out soaked the lace fabric. As she slowly pushed them in, the soft lace brushed against her sensitive folds, and she let out a shaky breath.
“Haa… ah… this feels strange…”
Every time her pussy accepted more of the panties, her inner walls stretched. The rough texture of the mesh lace rubbed deep inside, making her insides burn even hotter.
‘Because it’s Master’s order…’
She continued pushing the panties in, slowly but steadily. The sensation of her pussy being filled made her bite her lip. Every time the lace rubbed against her walls, her thighs trembled. The stretching feeling traveled up her spine, and her clit swelled hard.
“Ah… ahn… it’s so… rough… so… good…”
Once the panties were stuffed all the way inside, she twisted her hips and moaned. The feeling of the lace soaked in her own fluids writhing inside her pussy made her hips move without stopping. When she pushed in the last bit, her pussy was completely packed, with only the edge of the lace peeking out.
With trembling hands, Song Jiwon picked up her phone and took a photo of herself. Between her M-shaped legs, the tip of the lace panties clearly peeked out from her pussy.
Song Jiwon slowly stood up. The panties inside her pussy shifted slightly, and she sucked in a breath. Every careful step made the lace rub against her walls, and her legs wobbled. As she walked down the hallway, she stayed tense the entire time. With every step the panties moved inside her, and it felt like her juices were running down her thighs.
“Ah, Ms. Song! Hello!”
She ran into a fellow teacher. Song Jiwon barely managed a smile.
‘Right now… I have panties stuffed inside my pussy…’
The thought alone made her face flush. It felt like everyone could see through her with X-ray vision.
When she reached the practice room, several students were passing by in the hallway.
“Hello, teacher!”
“Hi, Ms. Song~”
She could only nod weakly at their greetings. They had no idea their teacher was standing there with her pussy stuffed full of panties. The shameful thought only made her pussy burn hotter.
‘Hurry… hurry… I have to put them in when no one’s around… Ah… what if they slip out while I’m walking… I’m so nervous…’
Once inside the practice room, she walked toward Kim Mingyu’s drawer. Every step stimulated her pussy, and she had to bite her lip. Song Jiwon stood in front of his drawer and checked her surroundings once more. Thankfully, no one was there.
‘Now… I have to take them out…’
With trembling hands, she lifted the hem of her skirt. Her pale thighs were exposed, and her bare, intimate place met the cool air. Slowly, as if unable to hide her shame, she spread her legs. The edge of the panties peeked out from her pussy, glistening with her juices.
Song Jiwon brought her fingers to her pussy. When she parted her slightly swollen folds, the panties came into view. She carefully found the end of the panties buried deep inside and gripped it. Every time her fingers touched the wet lace, her walls clenched and her legs shook. The panties were soaked through with her fluids, almost transparent.
“Ah… haah…”
The sensation of the lace sliding out while rubbing against her wet walls made her gasp. As the panties slowly emerged, her pussy leaked more juices and her legs trembled. Vulgar words almost spilled from her mouth amid the pleasure and excitement.
‘Ah… my pussy… the panties are coming out of my pussy… aaah… fuck…’
Words she could never have imagined saying as herself flooded her mind. Forgetting her dignity as a teacher and her usual intelligent demeanor, only lewd and vulgar words filled her consciousness.
‘Please… before someone comes… what do I do… it feels so fucking good…’
Finally, the panties came all the way out. They were completely drenched in her fluids. The black lace, soaked with Song Jiwon’s juices, had become almost see-through. Her pussy fluttered emptily where the panties had been, and juices ran down her thighs. Clear trails glistened on the inside of her pale thighs.
“Ah… what do I do… my pussy juice ran all the way down my thighs…”
Song Jiwon hesitated for a moment, then began wiping her thighs with the wet panties. Rubbing the already soaked lace against her skin only spread the juices further. She wiped carefully and thoroughly between her thighs. It didn’t clean perfectly, but at least nothing would drip down beneath her skirt.
Then, with trembling hands, she opened the drawer. She carefully tucked her panties—drenched in her pussy juices and urine—between Kim Mingyu’s textbooks and notebooks.
‘Now… when he finds this…’
The thought made her pussy burn hot again. Standing there in only her miniskirt with no panties on, placing her own underwear in her student’s drawer—this situation filled her with shame and a sense of transgression that excited her even more.
Before closing the drawer, Song Jiwon looked at her panties one last time. The lace, almost transparent from being soaked in her fluids, peeked out slightly between the textbooks.
‘Haah… Mingyu, I’m sorry, teacher… But when you find them, don’t throw them away… If anything, please use them to masturbate…’
She slowly closed the drawer. Juices were still flowing from her pussy, and her legs continued to tremble.