She Came Dripping in Her Pantyhose During Class
The message appeared on the screen.
Song Jiwon paused, thinking.
His words weren’t wrong.
There are plenty of art teachers in the world. This much information should be fine.
Song Jiwon’s face grew hot. The “gap” he described was something she herself could never deny, buried deep inside her.
Kim Mingyu stared at the Telegram screen and suddenly pulled up the photo of her breasts that MoonlightBloom had sent earlier. The full volume, the skin tone, the firm curves… an oddly familiar silhouette overlapped with Song Jiwon in his mind.
No way. It can’t be… right?
But if it was… A slow smile crept across his lips.
Song Jiwon felt a little puzzled. She had expected him to ask for more body photos, not suddenly mention a necklace. She walked over to her vanity and opened her jewelry box.
Three photos were sent: a simple silver chain, a small pearl pendant, and a gold chain with a heart-shaped pendant.
Song Jiwon hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
If my face isn’t showing, it should be fine… It’s just the necklace.
Song Jiwon stared at the screen. No bra? With her E-cup breasts?
Song Jiwon instinctively bit her lip. Just imagining it made the inside of her panties feel hot and slick. She knew exactly how the students’ gazes lingered on her chest, hips, and thighs—and instead of running from those looks, she had always felt a thrill.
Song Jiwon let out a relieved breath. That much, she could manage.
Song Jiwon took another sip of wine. Every single word from him made her heart pound.
Is this just an escape… or is it liberation for me?
The mere thought of secretly following a stranger’s orders at school sent a sharp, tingling sensation through her body.
Closing her laptop, Song Jiwon quietly headed to bed. Imagining herself carrying out his orders at school tomorrow made her heart race. That night, she fell asleep intoxicated by a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time—anticipation.
The next morning, Song Jiwon woke before her alarm. Standing in front of the vanity, she carefully fastened the gold heart-shaped necklace around her neck and put on the thinnest lace bra she owned. When she slipped on a white blouse over it, the outline of her nipples became clearly visible through the fabric.
This should be… all right, right?
She chose a miniskirt even shorter than usual—an H-line black skirt that barely covered her hips. Beneath it, she wore pantyhose. The glossy sheen of the stockings caught the morning light, and the band of the pantyhose was plainly visible beneath the hem of her skirt.
Today… I wanted to be a little bolder.
She touched the necklace resting against her chest, feeling the cool chain against her skin, and drew a light breath. That chain was the beginning of everything she was feeling now.
At the crosswalk, the morning air brushed against her thin blouse, making her nipples stiffen even more. The sensation of the silk fabric rubbing against the lace bra made her quietly bite her lip. The two men standing beside her stared at her with increasingly blatant eyes.
“Hey, that woman is seriously sexy, isn’t she?”
“She’s not wearing a bra either…”
“Damn… Spending a night with a woman like that would be insane.”
She heard their conversation but pretended not to notice, proudly pushing her chest forward. The gazes, the desire, the imagination licking over her body made her pussy throb.
This outfit… Master ordered it. You have no idea how lewd I am right now…
When she arrived at school, several male students’ eyes locked onto her in the hallway. The short skirt, the exposed thighs, the faint silhouette of her nipples through the blouse.
Yes… look all you want. Look at how much of a bitch in heat your teacher really is…
Song Jiwon deliberately slowed her steps. Every time the hem of her skirt swayed, a hint of her ass peeked out, sending a sharp thrill rising from deep inside her.
“Hey… Miss Song looks different today, doesn’t she?”
One student whispered to his friend while glancing at her from the end of the hallway.
“Yeah… I don’t know exactly, but she’s gotten insanely hot. Like, super seductive or something…”
Another student muttered without taking his eyes off her.
“Wait, she’s not wearing a bra, right? I can see her nipples… Fuck, and that skirt length! That’s basically a signal saying ‘fuck me’…”
Hearing their words, Song Jiwon smiled without turning her head. Normally she would have found such comments unpleasant, but now their gazes and desire only made her body burn hotter.
The fact that she was obeying MasterOfBitches69’s orders filled her with a strange sense of accomplishment. She was no longer afraid of acting on a stranger’s instructions. Instead, that very impurity was transforming into pleasure.
Meanwhile, Kim Mingyu had arrived at school much earlier than usual. Hidden behind a tree near the main gate, he watched the teachers entering one by one. His gaze waited for only one person.
Song Jiwon.
“…Could it really be her?”
The quiet murmur slipped from between his lips. The breast photo he had received last night, and Song Jiwon’s figure that still vividly lingered in his mind—the full breasts, the curves hugging her waist… The thought that MoonlightBloom might be Song Jiwon refused to leave him.
Kim Mingyu let out a hollow laugh without realizing it. Even as he told himself “no way,” his heart pounded rapidly.
And then she appeared.
Song Jiwon, wearing a white blouse with the gold heart-shaped chain around her neck and the black H-line skirt. Her body slowly entered his line of sight.
Kim Mingyu quietly took out his smartphone. Zooming in, he checked her neckline.
“…Heart pendant.”
Her necklace was exactly the same as the one in last night’s photo.
His pupils trembled, then filled with certainty.
Song Jiwon was MoonlightBloom.
He held his breath for a moment. His hands shook. His insides boiled.
He aimed the camera at her blouse. The full outline of her breasts was clearly visible through the thin fabric, and they bounced elastically with every step she took. Her claim that she was wearing a lace bra had been true.
“That… fucking bitch… It really was Song Jiwon…”
Kim Mingyu muttered in a low voice, almost under his breath. His mind was completely filled with her.
I only ordered her to take a picture of her chest… but she came to school wearing an even shorter skirt on her own? The prim teacher who used to act so high and mighty is already becoming my bitch? She’s coming to work already dripping wet?
His insides seethed.
Now I have to cover those huge tits with cum and make her beg to suck my cock with that mouth.
A prim art teacher by day, a bitch in heat crawling at my feet by night… Perfect.
Being trained by her own student… Looking up at me with those eyes that used to sneer, now worshipping me as her master… all while hiding behind anonymity…
Kim Mingyu took a steadying breath and slowly slipped his phone back into his pocket. His lower body was already reacting clearly.
This is only the beginning. Slowly, but surely… I’ll make you reveal your true self.
Smiling faintly, he headed toward the classroom. That smile already belonged to a master.