Her Voice a Wife's, Her Pussy a Bitch's – Part 1
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All students, the protagonist, and every other character appearing in this story are adults.
His tone was as gentle as ever, yet it carried not a single shred of leniency or room for compromise.
Song Jiwon stared at her phone for a moment, quietly drew in a breath, and turned off the screen. She pressed the device carefully against her chest, as though engraving those final words deep into her heart.
Public phone or laptop…
The old smartphone she had tucked away in the depths of a drawer immediately surfaced in her mind—the outdated device she had never powered on since replacing it. Today, it finally had a purpose.
…As expected, Master leaves no openings.
The hesitation she had been wrestling with moments ago had been pierced with perfect accuracy, as if he had seen straight through her. Song Jiwon let out a small breath. A faint tremor ran through her eyes, accompanied by an oddly warm emotion.
He knows me better than I know myself.
To read me so precisely… That’s my Master.
The command was terrifyingly persistent, yet it carried the unmistakable sense that he understood her completely. Strangely, she found comfort in that certainty of being watched.
Clutching her phone, Song Jiwon murmured quietly.
“…I’ll try… not to get scolded…”
Regular classes had ended, but she decided to cancel today’s voluntary “art consultation” session—the one she had been running every week. Even the thought that the students might be waiting was quickly pushed aside; her mind was already consumed by the command to rub her pussy while on the phone with her husband.
Still wearing her high heels, she unconsciously quickened her steps. Beneath her skirt, she wore nothing. With no panties, her bare thighs slid slickly against each other as she walked. The thin fabric of the skirt brushed rhythmically over the curve of her hips, and with every slight movement the underside of her buttocks threatened to peek out. The sensation of the skirt rubbing against her own skin was painfully clear.
“Hnn…”
With every step, air slipped beneath the skirt and swept over her thighs. When that breeze brushed directly against her pussy, her clit twitched sensitively. It felt less like wind and more like someone deliberately blowing a warm breath to tickle her insides.
The skirt clung to her buttocks. Each time they swayed left and right with her steps, she could feel fresh arousal seeping out from within. Passersby might not have noticed, but she knew—her pussy was vividly, shamelessly alive right now.
Haah… When I get home… can I really do this…?
Will my voice sound natural…? No, is that even possible…?
Just then, a familiar sign came into view.
Everyday Convenience Store
It was the entrance to the alley right in front of her house—the place she passed every day. Normally she would have bought a carton of milk, but today she decided to walk straight past. Going inside while wearing no panties felt like too much, even for her. The air brushing against her bare skin beneath the skirt already felt far too stimulating.
At that moment, the middle-aged man cleaning the storefront with water looked up. Dressed in a light-blue short-sleeved shirt and shorts, hose in hand, he smiled brightly the moment he recognized her.
“Ah, Ms. Song~ Finished early again today~”
He tapped the ground playfully and nodded.
“Ah, yes. Hello.”
Song Jiwon returned a natural smile and gave a slight bow. It was only a brief greeting, yet the man’s gaze, which had started casually, slowly traveled from her feet all the way up to her neckline. His expression remained smiling, but his eyes were calm, composed, and utterly honest—like he was calculating exactly how tightly each part of her body was wrapped and how much it was pressing against the fabric.
Her calves stretched straight and neat above the high heels. Every time her heels lifted slightly, the muscles of her calves flexed visibly. Above her knees, the curves of her thighs rose in an almost obscene arc. Beneath the tight blouse, the buttons over her breasts shifted with each breath. The H-line skirt that hugged her waist and fell over her hips clung to her like a second skin, revealing the division of her buttocks and the soft swell beneath them.
The man nodded once, pretending he had seen nothing, yet in his mind he was already imagining her without the clothes. No panty lines… or maybe something even thinner. Or nothing at all. Is she not wearing a bra under that blouse? If she bends even a little, would I see something?
Without saying a word, he was mentally stripping and examining her. Though he kept smiling, his eyes were already spreading her open, gripping her waist, and thrusting into her. The thought of “no panty lines” quickly became “then I could just slide right in.” Her neat outfit only made him imagine how tightly she would grip him if he didn’t even bother removing her clothes.
He looked away without a word, but his mind was already straddling her hips.
……What was that? I only said hello. Am I being too sensitive…?
Song Jiwon shook off the strange feeling and continued walking. The moment she turned her back, however, she felt an unmistakable gaze lingering on the back of her head. Someone was watching her—and had been for quite some time.
“……Kuh.”
The middle-aged man’s low exhale was drowned out by the sound of water hitting the pavement. He kept staring at her retreating figure, the corner of his mouth slowly lifting. He said nothing, yet his mind was filled with vivid images. His eyes were smiling, his hands still cleaning the ground, but inside his head everything was in disarray.
Song Jiwon finally exhaled as she turned into the alley leading to her house. The sensation of the convenience store owner’s gaze still tingled on her fingertips. He hadn’t said a single word, but that look had been crystal clear. He had been smiling, yet his eyes had calmly scanned between her legs—her calves above the high heels, the hips and buttocks wrapped in the tight skirt. He had definitely been imagining her without those clothes.
As she walked away, she could feel her inner thighs reacting with a faint throb to the imaginary, voyeuristic gaze drilling into her back. Strangely, she didn’t dislike it.
…Does he look at me the same way Master does?
She quickly shook her head.
No. It’s different. He’s just someone who steals glances. He can fantasize about taking me with his eyes, but he can’t even touch me. Master, on the other hand—
Master is the one who gives orders, watches, and evaluates the results.
Reaching her door, she pressed the keypad and recalled the message she had received earlier.
“Tonight, while talking to your husband, masturbate on video.”
Right now, her insides were not reacting to someone’s secret gaze, but preparing for the pleasure of spreading herself because she had been told to.
A video of me greeting my husband while masturbating. Tonight.
Her heart began to race again. As she repeated the sentence in her mind, her gaze drifted toward the closet.
I should wear something while filming… like last time… that slip?
The semi-transparent silk slip. It would reveal the lines of her breasts completely, and the thin hem would ride up her thighs with every movement. That alone would be lewd enough. But then she suddenly stopped.
Wait… I still haven’t… shown Master my naked body.
The realization sent a strange, subtle feeling stirring beneath her chest. She had followed orders, submitted, and carefully exposed herself while getting aroused, but she had never once shown him her completely bare body.
Her fingertips slowly left the closet handle.
…If I masturbate completely naked… what kind of expression would Master make?
A deep shiver ran down the back of her neck and made her spine tremble. Just the thought of “filming naked” made her breath catch and her inner thighs grow slick.
Master never said I had to wear anything… So it should be fine to just take everything off… He won’t scold me, right…? No… maybe he’ll even…
Her mind began to rationalize naturally. The order had only specified the timing and situation of the masturbation; there had been no instruction about clothing. She had been given room to decide for herself. And through that gap, a lewd impulse slowly seeped in.
This time… I can show Master my body completely.
After her shower, her skin still warm, she stood naked in front of the mirror. Soft light caressed her damp, glowing skin. Below her navel, the firm line of her waist descended toward the neatly trimmed patch of hair, where fresh arousal was already beginning to gather and glisten.
She brushed her cheek with the back of her hand and smiled.
He won’t scold me, right…? Even if he does, it’s fine. That just means he’s looking at me that much…
Standing before the mirror, Song Jiwon slowly ran her eyes over her own body again. Her gaze lingered on her breasts, shoulders, and forearms before settling on the two full curves.
…How will Master see these breasts…?
Instinctively, she reached out and gently cupped one breast. The soft, heavy weight filled her palm. When she gave it a light squeeze, the flesh spilled between her fingers. The sensation was strangely addictive. She shifted her stance slightly and lifted both breasts with her hands, as though offering them to her Master.
“Haah…”
When she pinched and rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger, it quickly stiffened. Her thighs trembled faintly, and a sharp tingle rose from below her navel. A sudden impulse flashed through her mind.
…I wish Master would suck on them…
Just the thought sent a thrilling shiver down her spine. Her entire body reacted sensitively, and her breathing grew unconsciously shallow.
…Or maybe… it could really happen…
She instinctively lifted one breast toward her mouth. The heavy weight rose in her hand, drawing closer to her lips.
“Hng…”
The breast pressed heavily against the base of her neck. She carefully lowered her head and parted her lips. The tip of her nipple brushed against them, as if it had been waiting. For a moment she paused. In the mirror she saw a woman trying to take her own nipple into her mouth—an image so explicit it made her breath hitch.
“……Haah…”
A wave of intense shame crashed over her. It felt as though someone beyond the mirror was watching. She quickly lowered her breast. Her cheeks burned and her breathing grew rougher.
……What was I about to do…? I must be crazy…
Yet she quietly murmured to herself.
But… I think I could really do this… Later… should I ask Master… if I’m allowed to…?
She covered her breasts with both hands and pressed her thighs together. Shame, pleasure, and the desire to be given permission burned and intertwined inside her.
Song Jiwon carefully sat down on the bed. Completely naked, with nothing covering her, only the desire to be evaluated remained. She took a slow breath, directing everything toward the one person who would see it all—her Master.
She quietly stood up from the bed, opened the drawer beside the living room, and carefully took out the old smartphone she used to use. Until a few days ago she had forgotten it even existed. Today, however, this sleeping device was going to become her Master’s eye.
She hadn’t pressed the record button yet, but her body had already begun. Arousal slowly trickled down her thighs. The vibrator was gradually soaking the entrance of her pussy with heat. Her fingers dug deeper into the breast she was squeezing. Her breathing grew shallow, and her eyes stared blankly at her own naked reflection on the screen.
Then, her lips trembling, she whispered—almost loud enough to be heard.
“…My love… No, no… Honey… I’m sorry… All that’s left now is for your call to come…”
It wasn’t guilt. It wasn’t anticipation either. She was simply waiting for the moment she would collapse at the boundary between two men. And that collapse would be completed by a single ringtone.
Just then—
Vrrrr…
Her phone began to vibrate. A familiar name appeared on the screen.
MyLove
Her heart pounded heavily. At the same time, she pressed the record button on the public phone. A soft click marked the quiet start. She took a breath, pressed the call button, and spoke in a voice as natural as if she were acting.