Song Jiwon's Suspicion..?
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*All students, the protagonist, and other characters appearing are adults.*
Min-gyu crouched quietly at the end of the school staircase, gripping his smartphone tightly.
The screen displayed a photo that had just arrived.
Song Jiwon, Kim Min-gyu’s bitch.
She had sent a picture of herself with “dog-pussy bitch” scrawled across her thigh.
Her face was faintly blurred, barely concealing her identity, yet her eyes remained crystal clear.
A voluntary proof of submission, sent while hiding her true self, swept away by desire.
Min-gyu couldn’t tear his eyes away from the photo.
Tension, excitement, and uncontrollable emotions swirled together as he stared at the screen for a long time.
‘Dog-pussy bitch..? Ah.. why didn’t I think of that first..? Not bad, fuck...
And.. her face is blurred, but since I already know who she is..?
It’s just Song Jiwon, right? If I play this right, fuck... maybe I can make her masturbate with her face fully exposed now..’
Below it was a familiar username.
‘BitchMaster69’ and
the three words “Hey bitch” typed out.
It was the beginning of the command he was about to send.
But he couldn’t continue the sentence, hesitating for a long while.
What order should he give today?
How could he corrupt her even deeper?
That was when it happened.
“Kyaaong~!”
Min-gyu jolted in surprise, whipping his head around.
His body jerked so hard he nearly toppled over.
Behind him stood Kim Aran.
She was returning after cleaning near the field while preparing to open the swimming club.
She wore short navy hot pants and a gray sleeveless tank top damp with sweat.
The form-fitting fabric clung to her slender waist, exposed collarbones, and the modest yet firm volume of her C-cup breasts.
Even with her slim frame, the curve of her hips caught the eye, and the hidden glamour beneath her lean body drew the gaze.
Moreover, the scent coming from her body was unexpectedly not the smell of dirty sweat, but a subtly sweet peach fragrance.
“Oh my~ Min-gyu, Min-gyu~ Did I startle you~?
If you hide in the corner of the stairs like that,
someone as cute as me has no choice but to surprise you from behind~?”
She laughed playfully and linked her arm with Min-gyu’s, then glanced at his smartphone screen.
‘Hey bitch...’
And below it, ‘BitchMaster69’.
Min-gyu panicked and covered the screen with his palm, but it was already too late.
Aran narrowed her eyes and whispered slyly.
“A bitch, huh... What do you mean, Min-gyu, Min-gyu~?
Did someone’s dog at home have puppies~? Hehehe~
Then~ our Min-gyu, Min-gyu is that dog’s... master~?”
Her voice remained light, yet there was a glint in her eyes that seemed to see right through something.
“Come on~ Don’t think too deeply! I’ll take you somewhere cooler!
It must be so hot your head’s cooked? The letters probably looked weird~ Right?”
Min-gyu was helplessly pulled along by her linked arm.
As she dragged him away, Aran kept chattering, half to herself, half as if whispering to someone.
“A bitch... Hmm~ A bitch at school~ Then there must be a male dog too?
Who’s the master...? Hehe... Maybe our Min-gyu, Min-gyu...?
No~ It can’t be~ Min-gyu wouldn’t do that~ Right? ...Or would he~?”
Her voice was playful, but every word left a strange aftertaste.
Arriving in front of the office, Aran kicked the door open and entered.
On the desk lay La Religieuse, half-open, and in the sunlight pouring through the window, her sweat-soaked gym clothes clung even tighter to her body.
“By the way~ Min-gyu. That thing earlier, the bitch thing...
Is there really... someone raising a bitch at school...?”
Min-gyu’s heart dropped; it felt like his breath had stopped.
“Ah~ No, no~ Pets aren’t allowed at school, you know?
But you know what”
She leaned close to Min-gyu’s ear and whispered in a playful yet strangely lewd tone.
“...If you tell only the teacher...
Maybe we could raise it together. Female... or male?
If Min-gyu tells me?”
She burst into loud laughter, but Min-gyu couldn’t laugh.
Her words sounded like a joke, yet they carried a strange hint of sincerity.
Kim Aran’s private office was still filled with her signature scent.
A unique fragrance blending peach, ink, and sun-warmed paper.
Even in her sweat-dampened gym clothes, a subtly sweet and alluring scent emanated from her.
“Come on, it’s cooler in here, right~? Want me to turn on the fan~?”
Min-gyu remained silent.
His face flushed, he stood there glancing around nervously, still clutching his smartphone.
“Oh, that? The bitch whatever~ thing? Still bothering you~?”
Aran raised one eyebrow and smiled meaningfully.
“You thought I wouldn’t know~?”
In that instant, Min-gyu panicked and tried to shove the phone into his pants pocket, but tripped on the edge of the sofa and lost his balance.
“Uh—uhhh!”
“Kyaa~!”
Their bodies collided, and Min-gyu fell directly on top of Aran.
Aran, who had been sitting on the sofa, ended up lying on the floor, while Min-gyu hovered over her in an almost mounting position.
“S-sorry!!”
Min-gyu’s face burned as he tried to spring away like a coiled spring. But—
“No way~♥”
Aran’s legs moved swiftly.
Her ankles wrapped around Min-gyu’s waist in a clever lock, pressing her thighs tightly against him.
“Ugh... ah...!”
Min-gyu froze in shock, unable to move.
She even wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face closer.
Their breaths mingled at such close range.
And Min-gyu’s fully erect cock pressed unmistakably against Aran’s pussy through her thin tank top.
The stimulation made Min-gyu stiffen, and Aran’s eyes curved with an enigmatic smile as she felt it clearly.
“Oh my... Oh dear~ Min-gyu...”
Aran tilted her head slightly and slowly lowered her gaze.
To the point where their hips met.
A firm shape, soft yet unmistakably solid.
“This... if the teacher screams... it’d be a big problem, wouldn’t it~?”
Her voice was gentle, but the words completely pinned the blame on Min-gyu.
Even while being pinned beneath him, she casually shifted all guilt onto him and laughed playfully.
“Our angry little puppy~? You know you shouldn’t growl like that~?”
With those words, she released her legs, and Min-gyu barely managed to pull away.
At that moment, Aran flopped onto the floor,
clutching her stomach and rolling around.
“Puhahahaha! Aigoo, my stomach~ No, no~
I’m laughing so hard my stomach hurts~ Min-gyu, you’re really... too cute~
Ugh, I just want to bite you all over kyahahaha kyaang~”
She rolled around laughing like a girl.
But Min-gyu stood frozen, his face stiff.
Aran stared at Min-gyu while laughing for a while, then slowly sat up.
Her fingertips reached toward the desk. What came into Min-gyu’s view was a familiar cover.
The classic French literature book,
La Religieuse.
She carefully opened it. One hand held the book, the other crossed her legs and rested it on her knee.
Despite wearing sweat-soaked gym clothes,
she sat calmly in the middle of the sofa.
Then, in her characteristic voice, she slowly read a sentence in a low tone.
“But Min-gyu, isn’t this what the book is about...?
I only wanted to keep the nun’s vow,
but at some point I came to understand someone’s desire,
and eventually realized I was carrying out that desire myself.”
With her finger on the page, pressing down as she turned to the next, she glanced sideways at Min-gyu and smiled.
“I like this line. A nun who vowed chastity is eventually... very slowly and carefully... tamed by someone’s hand.”
Min-gyu felt tense.
She wasn’t simply reciting literature.
The earlier message, the word “bitch,” and the book she had just opened—
it all felt like a deliberately arranged puzzle.
Aran closed the book neatly and leaned her upper body slightly toward Min-gyu.
Her scent—peach, ink, and sun-warmed paper—spread subtly.
“By the way, Min-gyu~”
She tilted her head to the side and continued in a playful voice.
“That female dog... you didn’t bring it to our school, right~? Really not~?”
She smiled, narrowing her eyes.
“The teacher is saying~ our Min-gyu’s dog is enough for me~
Pets violate school rules, you know~? Especially... if it’s female...”
She slowly curled her lips and stepped closer to Min-gyu, adding in a low whisper.
“Hmm~ Min-gyu might get... quite the scolding from the teacher~?”
She stared at Min-gyu intently, then tilted her head and raised the corner of her mouth.
“But... depending on the case.....
some people... like getting scolded~? Hehe~ ♥”
She blinked and smiled, yet a strange tension lingered in her eyes.
It sounded like a joke, but somehow felt sincere.
Then suddenly,
“Oh my, oh my~ Depending on who’s listening... it might sound lewd~?”
She abruptly changed the mood, placing both hands on her cheeks and acting surprised at her own words, tilting her head.
“Oh my~ The teacher didn’t mean it that way~? Oh dear...
Was I being a very bad teacher just now~? ♥”
Her playful expression remained, but a subtle seduction seeped through.
Then, with a light laugh, she slowly kissed both of Min-gyu’s cheeks in a French-style greeting.
Left. Then right. Each time her lips brushed softly against his cheek and pulled away,
Min-gyu swallowed his breath as if electricity had run through him.
“Hehehe~ It’s been a while...?”
Aran watched his reaction with a mischievous grin.
“The teacher lived in France for a long time~ So this kind of greeting feels too natural?
To see our Min-gyu’s face turn red... I have no choice but to do this~”
As Min-gyu looked away with flushed cheeks,
Aran stuck close to his side as if it were nothing, in a familiar motion.
She naturally wrapped an arm around his waist, and with one hand, slipped it into his back pants pocket.
Her fingers moved slowly,
squeezing and kneading his butt through the fabric.
It was like a girlfriend playing around, but her touch was strangely slow and persistent, beyond mere mischief.
“Hehe~ Have you been working those glute muscles lately~?
Our Min-gyu needs to swim with the teacher soon so they get nice and firm~?”
Aran murmured playfully near his ear and pushed her hand deeper into his back pocket.
She pressed her entire palm against him, kneading his butt as if to crush it, then raised one corner of her mouth, looking even more amused by his reaction.
“You can tell when I touch like this~ Where you’re putting strength~
Hmm... Still a long way from a proper hip lift, huh? Hehehe~~”
Humming to herself, Kim Aran’s butt-touching made Min-gyu fidget and shrug his shoulders awkwardly,
but Aran paid no mind and pressed even closer.
Almost in an embrace. Her breasts lightly brushed his arm,
her hand still moving lewdly inside his back pocket.
“So~ You know you can’t skip swimming, right~?
The teacher will take full responsibility for your hip lift~?”
She gave Min-gyu’s butt a few more firm squeezes with her fingers as if to confirm,
and walked all the way down the hallway stuck to him like that.
When they reached the door, she kept that playful smile until the very end.
And just before the door opened,
she brought her lips close to Min-gyu’s ear and whispered.
"À bientôt, mon petit chien mâle adoré... Reviens vite, d'accord ? ♥"
It was a soft, seductive whisper.
She brought her toes together and took one more step closer,
then slowly brought a small, elegant finger to her lips.
The moment her fingertip touched her moist lips—
“Chu—”
A short, clear kissing sound flowed out like temptation.
Then she flicked that fingertip toward Min-gyu and sent him a provocative smile with a wink.
Min-gyu stared blankly at her,
then awkwardly bowed his head without understanding the meaning of the French greeting.
Leaving her waving hand behind, he carefully stepped out of the office.
‘...Just how much does she know?
Does she know nothing? Or am I... just feeling guilty for no reason...?’
As he walked down the hallway, his mind cluttered with stray thoughts,
Min-gyu came face to face with someone standing quietly at the end of the corridor with arms crossed.
Song Jiwon.
She was staring straight at him with eyes devoid of any laughter.
Min-gyu stopped in his tracks and instinctively turned his head.
He hadn’t done anything wrong, yet he felt like he had to avoid her.
He tried to pretend he hadn’t seen her, lowered his head, and turned away as if checking his phone screen.
However,
at that moment, Song Jiwon’s voice cut through the silence.
“Kim. Min. Gyu...?”
Her words were clear.
“Why is an art major student coming out of Teacher Kim Aran’s room...?”
Meanwhile, Kim Aran, having changed into her teaching clothes, watched their subtle atmosphere from afar—