Handjob During Class – Song Jiwon's Face Revealed in a Lewd Graffiti Selfie for Her Master?!
A few days had passed since then.
Song Jiwon wore the face of an obedient bitch, carefully sending messages to her Master, yet at school she maintained an entirely different expression.
She still hadn't erased the memory of that day when she had milked thick cum from Min-gyu's cock with her feet. Instead, she was expanding that memory, making it richer and more thrilling, turning it into everyday training.
I had given her clear permission.
"Play with Kim Min-gyu however you like. If necessary, you may tease or even molest him of your own free will."
That single line of approval had begun to change her.
She had definitely changed.
Now Song Jiwon approached Min-gyu with a light mask of "playfulness," but she no longer hid the blatant dominance beneath it.
She would brush her gaze over his pants, letting it linger on the spot where his cock would be, and smile suggestively. Sometimes she would meet his eyes, narrow hers, and send him an openly lewd look that seemed to ask, You're getting hard right now, aren't you?
Every single one of those actions was blatant teasing.
During class.
That day, too, she came to school wearing a skirt as usual, but the hem was noticeably shorter, and her underwear was far bolder.
A pair of black, sheer mesh T-back panties—so thin that the faintest outline of her pubic hair would show between her bare thighs with even the slightest movement.
Every time she sat down, the panties would ride up and peek out from under her skirt, drawing even more eyes to the soft skin of her inner thighs.
She perched halfway on the edge of the desk while taking attendance, casually crossing her legs. The short skirt rode up her thighs, revealing pale legs that gleamed under the fluorescent lights.
She could clearly feel the rough stares of the male students in the front row. As their eyes slowly traveled from her thighs to her hips and then to her crotch—
Song Jiwon deliberately spread her knees a little wider. Very carefully. Very cleverly.
She dropped her pencil case on purpose and bent down to pick it up. As her back arched, the skirt lifted, and the thin straps of her T-back panties slid up over her ass, pressing tightly against her skin.
In that moment, a small, stifled gasp came from somewhere in the back row.
"Whoa… fuck… no way…"
Low, hushed whispers spread among the students.
"Dude… did you just see that? It was totally a T-back. Sheer mesh, man. Wearing that to class should be illegal…"
"Teacher's fucking insane… If I could just get a titjob from those tits once… I'd die happy."
"When she crossed her legs earlier, her thighs were completely exposed. Did you see the underside of her ass? Seriously… I wanna bend her over the podium and fuck her right there."
Jiwon pretended not to hear the murmurs. But the corner of her mouth curved upward, thin yet unmistakable.
She was enjoying it.
What had once been nothing more than "sexy" stares had now become an expectation—that they would get hard looking at her body. And every time that expectation returned to her in reality, her pussy grew slick and wet inside.
Then came the time to review the students' drawings.
Song Jiwon walked around as usual, offering comments here and there. But it was all just a pretext to get closer to Min-gyu.
Her real goal was something else entirely.
Right now, her mind was filled with nothing but how to stimulate Min-gyu's cock.
When she arrived in front of his seat, she quietly glanced around. All the students were bent over their sketches, focused on their work.
"Hmm… your lines have gotten much straighter. Last time they were all wobbly, remember?"
Song Jiwon spoke naturally as she moved beside him. Near the podium, the usual lesson explanation continued, while the students remained busy at their desks.
She bent over without any hesitation, pretending to examine his drawing, leaning in deeply. When her breasts were close enough to brush the tabletop—
Her hand slipped quietly beneath the desk.
"The curves here are a little soft. You need to hold the line more firmly. You know that, right?"
As she spoke, her fingertips brushed his thigh and slowly rose over his pants.
She felt it catch. She didn't grab it all at once. Instead, she cupped it gently with her palm, pressing lightly.
Min-gyu sucked in a sharp breath, startled, but kept his mouth shut. His eyes stayed fixed forward, pencil frozen in his hand.
"Straight lines are fine, but when they curve in the middle like this, it doesn't look good."
She wrapped her fingers around his cock through the fabric and slowly stroked up and down along the glans.
She could feel his reaction through the cloth. He was getting harder.
"This part feels nice and firm. At this rate, it might as well be finished."
One hand slowly squeezed his cock while the other pointed at the drawing, continuing the lesson as if nothing were happening.
Min-gyu's breathing grew slightly ragged.
She lowered her gaze. His cock twitched inside his pants. She pressed her index and middle fingers firmly along the outline of the glans visible through the fabric.
"It was the same last time, wasn't it? It looked blurry at first, but once it stood up straight, it looked much better."
To the other students, it sounded like nothing more than ordinary feedback. But Min-gyu knew. Every word, every touch, was a lewd taunt aimed only at him.
She kept her head lowered, staring at the drawing as she whispered softly.
"It's still so hard right now. What did Teacher say last time…? Our Min-gyu needs to pay more attention to the details around the legs~"
She wrapped her fingers clearly around the erect outline of his cock through his pants and began to rub up and down. Slowly. As if giving him a handjob through the fabric, using her entire palm to roll his shaft while pressing down on the glans with her fingertips.
The corner of her mouth lifted in a quiet, thin smile—the smile of a woman who already knew exactly how that sensation felt.
"I showed you a good reference last time, remember? It was so hard and hot~ You haven't forgotten, have you?"
She drew out the end of her sentence and gave the tip of his glans a light tap.
"Still, it's standing much better than before. Hmm… how cute. Especially the tip. You should pay more attention to that~"
Min-gyu clenched his teeth. His cock throbbed at the tip, and a wave of impending orgasm began to rise from deep in his thighs.
She noticed. She squeezed and shook his cock slowly, then pressed her thumb firmly just below the glans.
"…Alright, this part is good. But the most important thing is the finish. It can't blur at the end."
After those final words, she didn't pull her hand away. Instead, she leaned even closer to his ear and whispered.
"Good boy… Our Min-gyu is keeping our little secret so well, isn't he…?"
Her voice was soft, yet carried a strange sense of pressure.
Min-gyu lowered his head slightly and took a deep breath.
In that moment—
Song Jiwon's hand firmly gripped his fully erect cock through his pants. Her thumb began to slowly circle the spot where the glans pressed against the fabric.
"You're doing so well… Our cute Min-gyu… Keep it up just like this from now on, okay…?"
Min-gyu nodded silently. Sweat beaded on his fingertips, and a tremor ran through his legs as if his strength were draining away.
She didn't miss it. Feeling the tiny twitch at the tip of his glans, she instinctively knew he was right on the edge.
She stopped her hand. Lifting her thumb away from the glans, she spoke with a small laugh.
"If you cum in your pants like last time, it'll be troublesome since we're still in class, won't it…?"
With those words, she slowly raised her thumb, now glistening with the precum that had seeped through his pants, and gently wiped it across his lips. Lightly. Softly. As if applying lip balm.
Min-gyu's breath caught. He couldn't bring himself to lift his head.
She stood up without another word and slowly walked away.
"Class is over. Please clean up."
Only her retreating figure swayed toward the classroom door. Beneath the hem of her skirt, the thin straps of her black mesh T-back panties stood out vividly in his mind, just like the sensation of her hand squeezing his cock moments ago.
Min-gyu remained slumped over his desk, forced to swallow the lingering feeling of her fingertips on his lips and the throbbing of his unsatisfied cock alone, in secret.
The moment Song Jiwon left the classroom, she headed straight for her office. She closed the door, lowered the blinds, and locked herself in the quiet space.
Then she quietly traced her lips with her fingers. The same fingertips that had brushed against Min-gyu's lips earlier. The sticky warmth of his precum still seemed to cling to them.
"Ha…"
She perched on the edge of her desk, pressing her thighs together and slowly rubbing them against each other.
Min-gyu's cock… it's surprisingly big, isn't it…?
She scratched her chin with her fingers, recalling the sight of his erection straining against his pants.
It already felt pretty firm when I used my feet… but when I grabbed it with my hand today… it was really something.
The corner of her mouth curled upward. Even while teasing him, she had grown even more aroused by the sensation transmitted through her own hand.
Ha… it's so frustrating… Teasing him only through his pants makes me want to touch what's really inside…
She continued rubbing her thighs together when a sudden fantasy flashed through her mind.
What if Master… told me to fuck Min-gyu…?
At that thought, a hot current suddenly surged deep inside her pussy.
Honestly… it feels like it could really happen… No, what am I supposed to do when I keep wanting it more and more…
Like a sigh, like a confession, she whispered to herself.
"Ah… I've become so lewd…"
Before I met Master, I never even imagined something like this. That such filthy, dirty pleasure existed inside me.
I thought I'd lived my whole life neatly and properly with a husband who seemed like a decent man…
She smiled quietly to herself.
But look at me now… Getting excited over Min-gyu's cock, almost making him cum with just my fingers… and loving every second of it.
She sat down in her chair and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Placing her fingers on her cleavage, she murmured with a thoughtful expression.
"Master… please give me even greater pleasure… I can't do this alone anymore…"
Then, without being told, she slowly undressed, exposing her body. As if entranced, she picked up a red pen and began writing on her own skin—across her breasts, her lower belly, her thighs, and even the sides of her pussy.
Just like fresh milk freshly squeezed at dawn being bottled and delivered, Song Jiwon was voluntarily packaging herself as "Master's masturbation material for this morning."
She picked up her camera, spread her thighs slightly, and adjusted the angle so the writing on her skin would be clearly visible.
In the photo, one lewd line written in red pen remained on her thighs.
"Bitch Pussy"
The words were written across both thighs, centered perfectly over her pussy. As if the phrase itself was proof of her true identity.
She slowly, carefully stroked the words with one hand. As if she hadn't written them herself, but was simply accepting the graffiti.
Then she brought her fingertips to her lips and slipped them into her mouth, gently biting down. Feeling the texture of the ink on her tongue, a quiet smile spread across her face.
"Aah… I'm such a slut…"
She whispered, barely more than a breath, yet she never stopped pressing the camera shutter.
This photo was the first one to include her face.
Not completely. Only her eyes showed clearly, while her nose and mouth were softly blurred. But it was clearly her first attempt to reveal herself.
I'm still scared… But I wish Master could see how pretty my face looks while proudly offering up my body covered in this kind of graffiti…
She didn't have the courage to show her entire face, but she wanted to show at least a part of it. It wasn't shame. It was a longing to be acknowledged.
She slowly checked the preview of the photo. The graffiti on her thighs. Her spread legs. Her faintly visible nipples. And her face, with only her eyes and part of her nose and mouth softly revealed.
She didn't even know why she had written such words, yet she was gripped by a strange certainty that her Master would definitely like it. She hoped it would excite him, and that he would also get excited by the fact that he was the one who had turned her into this.
I want to lower myself even further… to obtain even stronger pleasure…
She truly believed that. That this act of lowering herself was the only way to be recognized as Master's personal bitch.
And then, with a single finger, she uploaded the photo to Telegram.
The moment she lifted her finger, the corner of Song Jiwon's mouth slowly curled upward.
She had offered herself. And that offering was willingly lewd, filthy, and far too happy.