No Panties: Dripping Thighs on the Way Home
She was about to close the drawer and flee the scene when she caught sight of a silhouette that looked like Min-gyu stepping into the room. Her body reacted on pure instinct.
She darted behind a pillar and hid.
Why… did I hide?
He knew nothing. He had no idea what she had done. He was just an ordinary student. Even so, she wanted to witness the moment he discovered the soaked panties she had left behind.
She held her breath and waited, watching his hand reach cautiously for the drawer, then pull out the lace panties.
The moment he opened it, the thoroughly drenched lace fabric lay there in plain view. The damp cloth, the half-dried traces of her arousal still clinging to it, carried the lingering warmth and scent of someone’s pussy.
Min-gyu, worried someone might see, spoke in a low voice as if creating an alibi.
“…What the hell is this…”
His tone was subdued, but his eyes already burned with hunger. His fingertips moved straight toward the wet patch on the fabric.
“Srrrk.”
The lace slid across his palm. The fluids left on the cloth smeared across the back of his hand. Sticky. Warm. The sensation alone let him imagine what her pussy must feel like inside.
He brought the panties to his nose and inhaled.
The scent that flooded his nostrils was unmistakably that of a bitch in heat—sharp, fermented, and lewd.
…Haa, this smell… Song Jiwon.
The aroma of a pussy that had been stewing in its own juices. The thick, swollen inner walls. A faint trace of sweat and arousal mixed with a clean soap scent—the lingering trace of a refined woman’s cunt.
He exhaled quietly and pressed his fingers against the inner lining.
Squish—
The fabric still held the elasticity of having been worn moments ago, and a slight sticky viscosity clung to his fingertips.
This bitch… really soaked these good… he thought, carefully tucking the panties into his bag as if they were a sacred offering.
From behind the pillar, Song Jiwon watched everything. She watched her own student press her wet panties to his nose and breathe in her scent.
Haa… Min-gyu is… smelling my pussy…
Her breathing grew ragged. Her heart pounded violently, and her pussy was already drenched. Seeing her student inhale the panties coated in her own fluids made fresh arousal leak from her.
This… right now I’m…
The inside of her thighs felt slick. Her juices ran down her legs. The slippery sensation on her bare skin without any panties made her gasp.
Impossible… getting this wet in a situation like this…
Yet what she felt wasn’t shame or fear. It was a burning desire rising from deep within.
“A real bitch gets excited no matter who handles her.”
Her master’s words echoed in her mind. She hadn’t understood them then, but now she did. Watching her student smell her lewd scent, her pussy kept getting wetter.
She took a step, then stopped. The fluids running down her thighs felt far too vivid. Hot arousal trickled beneath her skirt. Song Jiwon was shocked by how aroused her own pussy had become.
She bit her lip hard and turned away without a word. Her footsteps made no sound, but inside her body another sensation was boiling over.
She hurried toward the staff room as if fleeing. Yet the thrill of having seen Min-gyu smelling her panties had already spread through her.
She closed the office door and let out a quiet breath. Only then did the emotions burst forth all at once. A faint smile curved her lips.
The scene still lingered in her mind—Min-gyu carefully retrieving her panties and lowering his head to press his nose against the damp lace.
That moment had not been simple observation. It had been a reaction. Clear proof that someone had become aroused by what she left behind.
Her chest began to pound quietly. This time there was no fear, no guilt. Instead, she wondered how she should report it. What expression would her master make when he saw this?
Just thinking about it made the inside of her thighs itch again. She quickly pulled out her phone, opened Telegram, and began typing with trembling fingers.
Just now… in the practice room, that boy…
He took out my panties… and actually smelled them.
He pulled them out carefully,
and before putting them in his bag… he lowered his head a little…
and really… breathed it in😳
After sending the message, she bit her lip in surprise at herself. She had almost written about the curse that slipped out, but a girlish shyness stopped her.
Seeing him react like that to what I left behind…
strangely, it made me so happy.
I know it sounds weird… but my heart was racing,
and the first thing I thought was ‘I want to show Master…’🙈
I think I finally understand it. Really.
That sight was so strange… so dirty… and yet
inside me, I kept getting hotter.
What do I do… I think I’ve really changed…
The moment he read the messages, Min-gyu’s brow twitched.
…What? She saw that? She was watching the whole time?
A dizzying sensation washed over him.
Shit… fuck… I was standing there sniffing them like an idiot…
Haa… that clueless act I put on? If I hadn’t done that…
I would’ve been screwed…
The sensation of the panties still lingered on his fingertips, suddenly feeling hot again.
This bitch… I’m not the gloomy one here, am I?
Fuck… she was watching from behind and getting wet?
He almost laughed out loud. Min-gyu turned his head slightly, took a breath, and replied with a perfectly composed master’s persona.
That’s proof you’ve become a real bitch now.
you felt happy thinking ‘I created that reaction.’
That’s exactly what I wanted from you.
you got excited on your own and came crawling to me.
Good girl. Very good.
After sending the messages, Min-gyu slowly smiled.
“This bitch… she’s really done for.”
Leaning back in his chair, he recalled the panties he had carefully tucked into his bag. He had given her one pair of panties and she had gotten wet just from watching him find them, then reported it proudly while panting for praise.
“I don’t even need to say it. She’s probably crossing her legs right now. More will be dripping down inside that skirt… Ah, Song Jiwon… I want to rub my cock against those juicy thighs just once…”
He muttered to himself and rubbed his fingertips against his pants pocket. The half-hard cock inside responded with heat.
From the moment I started reporting,
I kept imagining what you would say.
I really… wanted to hear those words…
If it’s what Master wants, I’ll do anything…🙈
Min-gyu read her messages slowly, savoring every word and the breath between them.
“I can do more.
Much more lewd things.
If it’s what Master wants, I’ll do anything…🙈”
“Anything?”
That single word echoed in his mind. Min-gyu asked himself what he truly wanted. What he wanted to make this bitch do.
Countless fantasies flashed through his head, but one stood out clearly.
Married woman.
The moment he consciously acknowledged that fact, Min-gyu smirked.
Song Jiwon was a married woman. Legally and socially, she belonged to someone else. Right now her husband was away on a business trip… somewhere far abroad, worrying about his wife while ending his day with polite words, still carrying the title of “husband.”
And that wife was currently on the phone with a vibrator inside her pussy, swallowing her moans while proving her loyalty to an anonymous master.
The image made a strange shadow fall over Min-gyu’s eyes.
…I’m just hiding behind anonymity, giving a few orders…
Fuck, what makes that husband bastard so special that he gets to ‘own’ Song Jiwon?
He’s too busy fucking around outside and leaving a pretty woman like her neglected… damn it…
Jealousy and anger slowly corroded the fake mask of authority.
If it were me… I would’ve fucked Song Jiwon every single day.
She’s this wet,
she gets this soaked,
why the hell would you leave her like that… you worthless bastard…
Min-gyu steadied his breathing and reclaimed his master’s voice. His expression remained calm, but his eyes had grown deeper and darker.
His fingers moved. This command was not mere stimulation—it was a challenge that would shake her very identity.
Your face as a wife… and your face as a bitch.
Keep your voice sweet and gentle like usual…
but while you’re talking, your pussy should be throbbing like a filthy rag.
Remember? The one you once sandwiched between your tits for a verification photo?
The gift you never touched out of a pure wife’s shame and pride…
Now you’ll use it under your master’s orders.
only under your master’s command,
you’ll masturbate while calling your husband’s name and becoming your master’s bitch.
This will set your desires free.
Swallow every moan so your husband on the phone doesn’t hear.
But the camera must catch everything clearly—
your fingers moving between your legs,
your pussy trembling from the vibrator,
and the toy getting wetter and wetter…
Just show that a good wife and a lewd bitch exist in the same body.
Reveal both women inside you.
But never forget that I’m watching.
The moment she read the message, Song Jiwon’s pussy clenched and fresh arousal gushed out. The office was quiet—locked door, drawn curtains, a space all her own. Yet her breathing grew rougher, as if someone were watching between her legs. Tension and excitement mixed in every breath.
Something like this… Master…
Calling her husband while pushing a vibrator inside her pussy, swallowing her moans while filming her own lewd appearance—her thighs trembled at the thought.
Her master demanded only one thing: “Prove it.”
Song Jiwon sat in her chair and pressed her knees together slightly. Her short miniskirt left her thighs completely exposed. Bare legs with no stockings. Her pussy, wearing nothing at all, was already soaked. The breeze brushing her thighs made her skin tingle. Every time the skirt shifted, her pussy grew hotter. The trails of earlier arousal still glistened on the inside of her thighs.
Her fingers trembled around the phone.
The vibrator… is at home…
Once she arrived, everything would begin. Even now, having only received the order, her pussy was already drenched. Juices kept flowing.
Go home… take it out… put it inside while talking to my husband…
The impossible fantasy had become an imminent reality. Her lips parted and a heated breath escaped.
“Haa… can I really do this…”
The space between her thighs spread on its own. Even though no one was watching, she wanted to check how wet her pussy had become. The urge to spread her folds with her fingers and look in the mirror rose within her.
Why am I… acting like this right now…?
Yet even that shameful thought only excited her further. Beneath her short skirt she wore nothing, her pussy overflowing with arousal, and she had to walk all the way home like this. The thought made her burn even hotter.