Min-gyu's Load Thrown Onto Song Ji-won's Desk
Not long after she left the office, a Telegram message arrived from Song Ji-won.
She acted as if she had no idea her master was Kim Min-gyu, turning her back on the student she had left behind in her office with feigned indifference. Then she immediately began her lewd report to her master.
Min-gyu stared down at his phone and quietly drew in a breath. The inside of his pants, still damp with his own semen, clung unpleasantly to his skin. Yet that sticky sensation felt more like pleasure than discomfort.
The tutoring session was already over. Now it was time to see whether she would extend it herself.
My heart is still pounding like crazy...💦
It’s still lingering on my foot...
Min-gyu smiled faintly with each line he read. Song Ji-won hadn’t even moved from the spot where she had just tormented him with her foot; she was still drowning in the sensation and the smell.
He slowly began typing with his fingers.
Is the smell of cum still clinging to your toes and teasing your pussy?
That smell keeps rising from my toes and swirling around my nose...
My legs won’t stop shaking...🥺
Min-gyu glanced at the screen, then felt the unpleasant dampness inside his underwear again. The semen she had squeezed out with her foot was still soaking his pants and briefs. He quietly reached for a wet wipe beside the desk.
With a soft squelch, he lifted his underwear and carefully wiped from his inner thighs up to his cock where the cum had pooled. The slippery, warm sensation of her foot still lingered on the tip.
“Fuck... I’ve been trained by this woman. I lost.”
Min-gyu folded the wet wipe in half with a bitter smile. She probably thought she had just toyed with some pathetic student without knowing who he really was. But that was fine. The preparations to make her fall even deeper were already complete.
He stood up with the damp wipe in hand and walked over to Song Ji-won’s desk, casually tossing it onto the surface.
“A reward for leaving my mark, you bitch.”
The wet spot spread across the desk like a stain. Without another word, he opened the office door and stepped out as if nothing had happened.
Thud. Thud.
His footsteps echoed down the hallway. As he walked, he looked at his phone again. A new Telegram notification popped up.
To be honest... I never really liked that kid before.
Honestly, he kind of creeped me out...🥺
Min-gyu exhaled softly while staring at the screen. The teacher who had just made him cum with her foot was now confessing her lewdness with a guilty conscience. She was clearly breaking down on her own now.
He typed back at a leisurely pace.
You know better than anyone how filthy you are.
Min-gyu stopped at the window at the end of the hallway. His gaze on the phone screen slowly stilled.
“Cute...?”
That single word pierced his heart from an unexpected direction. He had received countless commands, praises, and words of submission, but this short phrase shook him in an entirely different way.
He closed his eyes. To her, he had always been just one of those gloomy male students. Yet the first emotion she had ever expressed toward him was “cute.” She had found him adorable while watching him tremble and cum beneath her foot.
Min-gyu quietly pulled the phone to his chest. His heart was racing—not from pleasure, but from the realization that the real “Min-gyu” had begun to seep into her desires.
He was the master. A masked ruler who planned and controlled Song Ji-won’s corruption. Yet now, the “Min-gyu” behind the mask was stirring lewdly inside her.
“Fine. If that’s how it is, I’ll tear that feeling apart first.”
Min-gyu leaned against the window and tapped the glass with his fingertips, a faint smile curling his lips. The fact that Song Ji-won was now voluntarily becoming lewd, craving corruption even without orders, and that her corruption was directed at the human named Kim Min-gyu himself—that sweetness was almost overwhelming.
He typed again.
From now on, even the word “student” will sound filthy to you.
Soon, another message arrived.
The moment I thought he was cute, my pussy got even wetter...💦
Min-gyu couldn’t tear his eyes from the screen. Even while stepping on a cock and feeling pleasure, she was accepting Min-gyu as a man by calling him cute and lovable. He drew in a quiet breath. The sensation that the real “Min-gyu” was seeping into the narrative of tutoring and corruption he had created went beyond mere planning—it was a new kind of indulgence.
“Yeah. From now on, I’ll become even more pathetic in front of you.”
Min-gyu declared silently in his heart. He would avoid her gaze in class, mutter to himself in the hallway, and stare blankly at her feet during lessons—anything to make her want to torment him even more. The wetter her pussy became, the more her emotions would open toward the man named Kim Min-gyu. And much later, when she finally realized that pathetic student had been her master all along...
Min-gyu smiled at the window, imagining how her face would crumble at that realization. Shame, pleasure, guilt, excitement, love, and submission would all explode inside her pussy. And at the center of it all would be the name “Min-gyu.”
He closed his phone and walked slowly down the hallway. His footsteps were quiet, but the thrill of conquest rising within him burned cold and lewd.