Found It...
"Found it..."
She murmured to herself like a whisper, pushing his underwear aside as she pulled Kim Min-gyu's cock out of his pants.
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All students, the protagonist, and every other character appearing in this work are adults.
Kim Min-gyu had been standing in front of the shower since morning.
A full thirty minutes.
Soap alone wasn't enough.
Min-gyu squeezed lotion into his palm, spread it out, and began applying it carefully from the base of his cock all the way to the tip of the glans. Slow. Thorough.
His palm felt strangely hot.
An uncircumcised cock. The glans hidden beneath the foreskin.
Worried that any scent might linger, he rubbed around the glans again and again.
Ha… that crazy bitch… is she really going to do it…? Ah… what do I do… I’m so fucking nervous…
He pulled the foreskin back, fully exposing the glans, then silently wiped and wiped the area now slick with lotion.
His fingertips cleaned the small bits of smegma between the hairs and rubbed inside the foreskin until it was spotless.
“Haa…”
Standing before the bathroom mirror, he lowered his head and stared at his own face.
His eyes were dry with tension, and even after washing, his cock remained half-hard, twitching with nervous anticipation.
No, what if it smells… If that bitch teacher thinks it’s dirty when she touches it…
Just thinking about it made his face burn, yet his hands never stopped moving.
Foam, lotion, and the steady motion of his palm — he poured everything into preparing his cock as if someone were about to receive it.
On the way to school, Min-gyu pressed down on his pants several times.
Inside the loose uniform trousers, his still-quiet cock made him wonder:
…What if I cum the second her hand touches it…?
His mind was a mess of anxiety and excitement, filled with a single, relentless fantasy.
When? Where?
No one knew where she would take him.
An empty classroom? The storage room? A corner of the art studio?
Ah… fuck… where the hell is she going to touch me…?
Just imagining it made his cock slowly swell inside his pants.
She wouldn’t even put it in her mouth — just once, her hand would unzip him and grip the foreskin-covered shaft.
In that moment, what kind of face would he make?
Min-gyu didn’t even want to picture it.
What if I really lock eyes with her and cum right away…? That would be the ultimate proof I’m a pathetic loser…!
The sound of his pride shattering echoed in his ears like a hallucination.
But… if I don’t do it, I’ll go insane anyway…
The sensation of her hand reaching for him was already surging too deep inside him. He couldn’t hold back anymore.
Fuck… this is ridiculous… whether I do it or not, it’s a problem either way… Am I really the master here, or just some pathetic dog… ha… seriously…
Min-gyu pressed his lips together and swallowed even his breathing as his cock refused to calm down inside his pants.
When he reached the school gate, the usually noisy campus looked the same as always.
But inside his head, everything was eerily silent.
The slogan on the signboard — “The Dignity of an Artist” — suddenly looked like it was preaching directly to the cock in his pants.
Dignity, my ass… I’m about to blow my load today.
To be precise, that dignity had already been thoroughly destroyed during his morning preparations.
Class time passed, yet Min-gyu’s mind refused to move forward even one step.
The writing on the board didn’t register. The teacher’s voice drifted past lighter than air.
An empty head. And a cock heavy with backed-up cum.
Today happened to be a day without Song Ji-won’s art class, which only made the emptiness worse.
No languid gaze, no deliberately exposed thighs, no honey-smooth skin to torment him.
It wasn’t just the absence of Song Ji-won. It felt like punishment — a day without her was like being starved with his tongue cut out.
Ding.
A vibration from inside his bag.
Min-gyu reflexively opened Telegram.
The “MasterOfBitches69” account stayed closed. Only the other person’s nickname appeared on screen.
Min-gyu stared at the screen for a moment, then pressed his fingers hard against his eyebrows.
His other hand had already slid down between his legs.
Whoa… she’s actually going to do it…? Did I really create a monster…?
Meanwhile, less than ten seconds after Song Ji-won sent the message, her phone was still faintly vibrating in her hand.
She didn’t even have time to wait for the “read” receipt.
Today, she couldn’t afford to wait for her master’s reply.
It would all turn to foam in an instant.
What scared her more than that was the thought of returning home still this worked up, with not a single drop of this desire released.
That would be too cruel.
Carrying an unquenched thirst back to a quiet room and being left alone with it…
Song Ji-won had tossed and turned all night with her eyes wide open.
Her thoughts chased their own tails while her body lay still, but the heat boiling inside her refused to settle.
Before the warmth left on the blanket could cool, she flipped over again, smoothed the sheets, and tried to steady her breathing — over and over.
Even just sitting still, strange dampness gathered in various places on her body.
Sweat trickled down her calves. Between her thighs, a wet sensation slowly seeped along the fabric of her panties.
Closing her eyes didn’t help. If anything, the darkness made the fantasies sharper.
The thickness of his cock, the texture when her hand wrapped around it, the way it would twitch when she licked it with her tongue.
Even how she should breathe if she took it into her mouth — her mind had rehearsed it dozens of times throughout the night.
Make that kid cum with your hand.
That single sentence from her master.
Simple words, yet for Ji-won they were the most obscene and powerful permission she could receive.
Min-gyu… wait for me… Teacher will make your cock feel good…
Her heels struck the tile floor.
Click. Click.
She walked — fast, but not too fast. She didn’t want to look hurried, even though her insides were boiling.
To anyone watching, she didn’t appear impatient, yet every step carried unmistakable purpose.
Like a bitch in heat approaching its prey, she moved quietly, slowly, but surely toward the place where that boy’s cock was waiting.
When she passed the art museum entrance, a few students greeted her.
“Teacher~ Hello!”
She smiled only with the corners of her mouth, giving a slight nod with a gentle gaze instead of words.
Sunlight touched her bare legs beneath the high heels. Her calves were taut and firm.
The skin peeking through the side slits of her short miniskirt looked almost cruelly smooth and soft.
Her waist, cinched by the high-waisted line, flowed into curves that seemed sculpted purely for seduction. The V-neck shirt clinging to her body revealed even the rhythm of her breathing in vivid detail.
By the time she reached the classroom, most students had already left.
But her eyes saw only one person.
A boy still lingering at his desk, slowly organizing his things with his black bag not yet slung over his shoulder.
Haa… honestly, his dullness is kind of a blessing right now…
Min-gyu… Teacher’s here.
I came to give you Master’s gift today…
By the time she stood at the classroom door, nearly everyone had gone.
A heavy silence remained.
Uncleaned books, a few scattered chairs.
And in the middle of it all — just one person.
The boy whose eyes she had locked onto, still sitting there organizing his desk drawer with his bag not yet on his shoulder.
Black hair. The gentle line of his nape. Slow, almost careless movements.
Huu…
At that moment, Song Ji-won felt a warm liquid slowly trickling inside her panties.
It wasn’t the boy in front of her she was looking at — it was the tool that would soon be kneeling before her.
Min-gyu… Teacher’s here… I came to make you cum today…
Click. Click.
The sound of her heels tore through the silence.
Now only her footsteps echoed inside the classroom.
Min-gyu had no idea she was getting closer.
His profile remained bowed over the desk, still wearing the shell of a “good student.”
Ji-won couldn’t bear it.
She wanted to smear her filthy desire all over those clean eyes.
Biting her lip lightly, she approached and stood right behind him, slowly leaning down.
The moment the scent of shampoo spread dizzyingly, her lips brushed his earlobe and her hot breath flowed down his neck like a lick.
“Min-gyu… want to make a little secret with Teacher…?”
Her voice wasn’t speech.
It was a sucking whisper, like thick liquid spilling from her throat, slowly sliding into his ear.
By the time Min-gyu lifted his head, her breath had already swept across his ear, wrapped around his neck, and trailed down his spine.
Her eyes were already soaked with raw, dripping instinct, and her panties were waiting for the second wave.
Ah… that blank face… it’s too cute… Should I just kiss him right now…?
No, no… I have to hold back… Today, Min-gyu’s cock comes first…
No longer the teacher who instructed him, but the woman who would lewdly break him — she began overlaying the scenes she had simulated dozens of times in her mind onto reality, one by one.
Song Ji-won curled her lips slightly, parted them, and very slowly licked the tip of Min-gyu’s ear once, then twice.
Just like lips about to take a cock.
Wet, ticklish, and thick with desire.
Min-gyu’s shoulders flinched in response.
He turned to look at her, his eyes clearly mixed with surprise and undeniable arousal.
“Today… Teacher wants to talk with you for a bit. Will you come with me, Min-gyu…?”
At those words, Min-gyu drew a short breath.
Then, lowering his head and pretending to hesitate, he put on a shy expression while slowly picking up his bag and standing up.
His steps looked reluctant, but their direction was clear.
Even while acting like the most obedient student in school, his gaze stayed firmly fixed on her retreating figure.
The place they arrived at was Song Ji-won’s private office.
Students passed by outside, but once inside, everything changed.
A thick soundproof door, windows covered by blinds, a sofa, magazines, and a single soft light.
A private space, yet one where anyone could enter without knocking at any time — a place thick with precarious publicity.
Click.
The moment they crossed the threshold, Ji-won turned and locked the door.
That short sound of the lock engaging made the air noticeably hotter.
Min-gyu glanced around nervously, but her arms had already wrapped around his waist.
One step.
Ji-won approached.
Pressing her cheek against his back, she slowly guided him forward as if reading his breathing.
Toward the sofa.
Without giving him a chance to refuse, too naturally.
She sat him down, then let out a light breath and smiled.
Her lips carried heat, and her eyes held unmistakable greed.
“Min-gyu… you’re so well-behaved~ Back then, you didn’t say anything… You just stayed quiet, didn’t you?”
She bent her knees and quietly reached out.
Over his pants.
Her soft, hot hand rested on his thigh.
“So today… it’s a small gift.”
“For being such a good boy who kept quiet… Teacher wants to do something special for you…?”
With those words, her fingertips slid slowly from his thigh toward the zipper.
Gently. Secretly.
But in a direction that could never be undone.
Min-gyu flinched and sucked in a breath.
“Uh… Teacher…?”
But it was only a token protest.
If he had really meant it, he would have pushed her hand away.
Instead, his arms hung limply, and his eyes followed her movements.
The fabric of his pants was thin, and the throbbing beneath it was unmistakable.
Ji-won smiled softly and placed her fingers lightly on the zipper.
Now, it was beginning.
Song Ji-won whispered with a light laugh.
“Shh… don’t say anything… Just accept it. Today it’s Teacher’s turn.”
The zipper came down quietly, slowly.
Song Ji-won slipped her hand inside as if she had finally found what she wanted.
Her fingertips, searching inside his underwear, caught Min-gyu’s still half-hard cock.
“Found it…”
She murmured to herself, pushing the underwear aside and pulling Min-gyu’s cock out of his pants.
What she held was not yet fully erect, but it was heavy with heat and ready to grow.
She looked at it slowly and openly.
Hmm… Once it’s fully hard, it should be pretty decent… Actually, he has a much nicer cock than I expected…?
Song Ji-won wrapped her hand around it.
Min-gyu’s cock, completely enveloped by her warm palm.
Her soft hand began sliding up and down.
“Interesting… Most boys these days get circumcised at birth, don’t they? Teacher’s never actually seen one like this before.”
She gazed at Min-gyu’s uncircumcised cock, pinching the foreskin with her fingers to cover the glans, then gripping it firmly and pulling down to fully expose it.
“So this foreskin… protects Min-gyu’s cock like this?”
Her eyes smiled playfully, but her fingertips openly and lewdly caressed his cock.
The smooth, slick sensation tickled her palm, and each stroke along the foreskin blatantly stimulated the glans.
Every time his cock twitched between her fingers, Song Ji-won’s gaze grew heavier with lust.
Min-gyu felt like he was going insane.
Blood kept rushing to his cock, and the glans, unaccustomed to such stimulation, reacted with overwhelming sensitivity.
Every time she stroked the exposed head, an intense sensation crashed through his entire body, stealing his breath.
…This… this is really… what people call foreplay…?
Min-gyu could no longer think about anything.
Only the fact that his cock, gripped in her hand, was growing harder and harder filled his mind.
At that moment, Song Ji-won leaned forward slightly.
Bringing her face right next to his cock, she curled her lips and whispered.
“Min-gyu… does it hurt because it’s a little dry…?”
Then she parted her lips carefully and let a slow, hot trail of saliva drip from her tongue.
Drip.
The spit landed on the glans, making it glisten, and her hand wrapped around it again, now sliding wetly and obscenely.
Slurp. Slurp.
It wasn’t just a handjob.
It was her consideration, her desire, and above all, Min-gyu’s cock — now coated in her saliva — throbbed hotter and wetter than any other part of his skin.
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