Song Jiwon Targets Kim Mingyu's Cock in Reality
The video that had been playing just moments ago had gone black on the monitor.
Song Jiwon.
While on the phone with her husband, she couldn't hold back the moans that kept slipping out. Rough breathing and wet cries. Listening to all of it, Min-gyu silently shot his load.
He casually wiped away the scattered traces of masturbation on the floor with a mop. There was no lingering attachment or emotion in his cleaning hands.
‘The training is progressing well.’
Min-gyu rubbed his chin with the back of his hand, recalling Song Jiwon's verification video from earlier. While on the call with her husband, moans kept leaking out without pause. She pretended to hold her breath to avoid being caught, yet lewd sounds kept bursting out in between. Even then, he had asked why her breathing was so ragged.
Jiwon swallowed hard and lied.
"I was running on the treadmill..."
That moment, tangled with meticulous pleasure and clumsy excuses. Min-gyu coldly realized something.
‘At this rate, even bolder things should be possible from now on.’
Her shame had already crumbled. At the boundary where guilt and pleasure mixed, Song Jiwon was corrupting herself. And he thought it was time to slowly peel away even the anonymous "Master." To stain her with the real him, using himself as the training tool. Not with the mask of "Master," but with the name Kim Min-gyu.
Min-gyu picked up his phone. With cold, delicate fingertips, he typed a message.
- You did great on this mission. Especially the way you tried to suppress your moans while talking to your husband, and even added lies to hide it. That was admirable. I can feel you're steadily growing as a proper bitch.
After a brief pause, he issued the next command.
- Then, shall we check in a different way this time? Let's test how naturally you've become a bitch in your daily life.
A reply immediately popped up from Song Jiwon.
"Yes..! I understand, Master...! 🥺"
"I want to corrupt more, deeper..! 💦"
The aegyo lightly seeping into every ending and the desire she couldn't quite control. Even the short emoticons vividly revealed how thirsty she was for her master's commands.
Min-gyu quietly, slowly smiled.
‘Yeah. Jiwon. Now I'm going to dirty your entire daily life.’
Min-gyu slowly rolled his phone in his palm. The rough surface scratched at his nerves. After a moment of hesitation, he began typing again.
- Remember what we did last time? When you stuffed panties in the drawer and masturbated with a marker.
The sentence was relaxed yet subtly tightening around her emotions. As his fingers moved, he chuckled lowly to himself.
- Honestly, out of all the students you teach, I only know that one kid.
He paused for a few seconds. In the quiet room, his heart beat slowly with a chill.
- And you said it yourself. That he was a loser who stared at you like you were a goddess.
Min-gyu closed his eyes briefly before opening them and delivered the final blow.
- I was thinking of using that kid like a lab rat. What do you think?
Once the message was sent, a cautious hesitation could be felt from the other side of the screen. After a short pause, Song Jiwon's reply came trembling.
"....Master, is it really okay to go that far... If something goes wrong, I... might completely break..."
Short sentences. Yet the emotions flowing between the lines were clear. Fear. Terror. The realistic sense of crisis that her daily life, her social status, and her title as "teacher" could all shatter from a single mistake, a single deviation, ran coldly down her spine.
Song Jiwon felt strength gather in her fingertips gripping the phone. Her chest tightened as if freezing over. Yet at the same time, inevitably, her heart pounded. The pit of her stomach throbbed with a thrilling sensation.
‘...What kind of order will he give me this time? Where will he take me next?’
Indescribable pleasure and anxiety tangled together, slowly and lewdly pressing down on Song Jiwon's heart. She was afraid her daily life might collapse. But at the same time, just imagining how her master would dirty her and how far he would drag her down made the space between her legs grow hot beyond control.
Song Jiwon quietly closed her eyes.
‘......I'll go wherever Master leads me.’
Min-gyu didn't miss the subtle tremor mixed into those sentences.
‘She's scared, but she's also looking forward to it, this bitch.’
That very tremor made Song Jiwon all the more captivating. Min-gyu slowly pressed out the next message with his fingertips.
- He's a loser anyway. Passive and gloomy. The chances of him going around talking or reporting it are pretty slim, don't you think?
After sending it, he casually dropped the phone onto his thigh. He turned his head as if nothing had happened, but the corner of his mouth twisted on its own.
‘Fuck... It's funny that I have to describe myself like this, but...’
Min-gyu swallowed a bitter laugh. Still, it couldn't be helped.
‘In reality, I really am like that. Pathetic, passive, and gloomy... In Jiwon's eyes, I'm probably just some easy target, like a mosquito.’
The reality was laughable, yet strangely sticky and sweet. The fact that he could control her so lewdly while hiding behind such a pathetic shell.
Min-gyu stared at the screen and carefully moved his fingers. This command would be on a completely different level from before.
- Create a situation for private tutoring. A light consultation or art guidance is fine. As long as you can naturally be alone with that kid.
Min-gyu took a short breath and continued typing.
- Once the consultation starts, undo a few more buttons on your blouse. Very naturally, like you're not thinking about it. Let your cleavage show.
He hesitated for a moment. Or rather, pretended to hesitate. Min-gyu looked down at the command of pleasure clutched in his fingertips without a single tremor.
- If that kid shows any sign of noticing your cleavage, if he sneaks a glance or his eyes linger, lean forward a little as if nothing's wrong. Just enough for your nipples to peek through the gap in your blouse. Don't calculate it. Act natural, like you're not even aware of it. Just like it's a coincidence, like you're not paying any attention.
Min-gyu slowly, slowly smiled. Then he drew the final blade.
- While continuing the consultation, naturally move your legs. Let your toes or the top of your foot lightly touch that kid's thigh. Very subtly, slowly. You can even rub it. Even as you get closer to his crotch, never show any sign that you're doing it on purpose. Just like you're adjusting your posture or stretching your legs, act natural, like it's nothing.
After sending it, Min-gyu leaned back in his chair. The room was deathly quiet. Yet his heart was pounding like mad.
A little later, a reply arrived from Song Jiwon.
"......"
Hesitation. A brief silence. Then came the cautious sound of typing.
"Master.. is it really okay to go that far...?"
Jiwon seemed to swallow her own breath. It was an act that could destroy her daily life. She instinctively knew she had to cross that line. But soon, as if reaching out at the threshold of death, she continued with trembling fingertips.
"But... since it's Master's order, I'll... try it..."
After sending the message, Song Jiwon slowly put down her phone. One side of her chest was still pounding, yet the corner of her mouth twisted slightly. A strange smile that couldn't help but leak out.
‘If it's Min-gyu... even if I bring my foot between his legs and rub his cock, he'll just stay still without moving.’
Song Jiwon let out a breath without realizing it. She knew better than anyone how timid that kid was, how blindly he worshipped her. Her slightly raised lips, the mischievous gesture of lightly touching her lips with her fingertips. In her eyes, the dangerous and sensual light unique to the lewd bitch her master had created was slowly spreading.
Song Jiwon lightly pressed her lips with her fingertips and smiled very slowly, with a somewhat lewd and cunning gaze. In her eyes lay the obedience of a bitch who couldn't even meet her master's eyes properly and crawled on all fours before him. But the moment she thought of Min-gyu, a thick confidence slowly spread over that shadow of submission.
A weak and naive prey. A target that would surely crumble obediently with just a little seduction, a little shaking. Song Jiwon realized it. With the command her master had given this time, there was no way she couldn't toy with that kid...
Her master's instructions toward Min-gyu were now filling her chest with hot conviction instead of fear. And so, carrying the secret conversation with her master, Song Jiwon slowly fell asleep deep into the night.
The next day, Song Jiwon headed to school with her usual peaceful expression, never dreaming that her master was none other than Kim Min-gyu.
Time flowed slowly. After all classes had ended, among the students heading home with their bags, Kim Min-gyu was also clumsily packing his things while acting. Outwardly like a normal student, pretending nothing was wrong, naturally.
Just then, Song Jiwon approached Min-gyu. She smiled lightly and tucked her hair behind her ear with one hand.
"You know that drawing you did last time? I'd like to give you a bit more advice~ Could you have a meeting with teacher today?"
A bright and gentle voice. An irresistible tone. Natural, yet clearly an approach.
Min-gyu felt his throat stiffen for a moment, yet he nodded awkwardly.
"Huh...? Ah, yes... I understand..."
While answering—
‘Is this bitch really going to stick her foot between my legs today?’
‘Ah... fuck. If that bitch's slutty nature kicks in properly and she rubs it all the way to my cock, that'd be fucking amazing...’
‘Still, even though she's the bitch I raised, she hasn't grown that far yet, right...?’
Min-gyu's inner thoughts were panting like a bitch in heat, spinning wildly. Outwardly, he was still acting like a timid, pathetic student, but inside he was already burning with fantasies of licking and devouring every part of Song Jiwon—her breasts, her breath, her fingertips.
‘From now on, this is the real beginning.... Fuck.’