The Video Message: Teacher's Safety Measure
Song Jiwon remained with semen still dripping down her face, her eyes tightly shut while only the corners of her lips curled upward. She was afraid that opening her eyes would make her do something else again. In a quiet voice, she spoke.
“Min-gyu… There should be wet wipes in Teacher’s bag. Could you bring some…?”
Min-gyu nodded blankly at her slender voice. Still half-dressed, his panties stripped away, he scrambled onto all fours and rummaged through Song Jiwon’s bag on the floor. The zipper rattled. He pulled out the tissues and carefully approached her.
At that moment, Song Jiwon half-opened her eyes and spoke playfully. “Hmm~? No, no. Why hand it to me? If you’re a gentleman… you should wipe it yourself, right~?”
Min-gyu’s eyes widened. He pressed his lips together, hesitated for a long moment, then finally reached out with trembling fingers. The instant his fingertips brushed her cheek, his shoulders twitched. Warm skin met something sticky and slippery—semen. The sensation spreading between his fingers made him swallow hard, his face flushing.
‘…Fuck… on Teacher’s face… all of this is mine…’
Surprise mixed with unmistakable desire. His fingertips moved even slower, pretending to wipe while gently caressing her cheek as if cupping it.
“Hu-hut… Cute… Are you nervous? Come on~ Don’t be embarrassed. It’s okay.”
Encouraged by her laugh, Min-gyu began carefully wiping her face with the tissue—between her brows, over her eyelids, across her cheeks, along her chin—erasing every trace of semen one by one. His breathing grew rougher.
Then Song Jiwon noticed the semen clinging to his fingertips. “Oh? It got on your fingers too…?”
Smiling playfully, she gently pulled his hand closer. “Teacher will clean that for you.” She slowly brought his fingertip to her mouth. When the sticky semen touched her tongue, she closed her eyes lightly. “Chuuup…”
Min-gyu’s breath caught. His heart slammed against his ribs. ‘Ha… that mouth already swallowed every drop of my cum… and now it’s sucking my finger like it wants more…’
Song Jiwon slowly withdrew his finger and quietly licked the remaining trace with the tip of her tongue. Glancing away, she murmured with a small laugh, “…Umm… Sorry, Min-gyu. But you came so much… it splashed and dripped everywhere… Haa…”
She laughed softly, then bit her lip and lowered her head. “…It would’ve been better if Teacher had taken it all cleanly from the start… I was a little clumsy…”
Only then did she accept the tissue. “…Thank you, Min-gyu. Now it’s Teacher’s turn…”
She extended her hand gently. “Come here, Min-gyu.”
Flustered, Min-gyu looked up, still naked from the waist down. Song Jiwon took his hand and led him to the sofa. She sat down first, crossed her legs neatly, and patted her thighs. “Lie down here. I’ll give you a lap pillow.”
“…Huh? Uh… okay…”
Blushing to his ears, Min-gyu slowly rested his head on her thighs. They were soft and warm. The moment his head settled, a shaky breath escaped him, tension and excitement tangled together.
She unfolded a fresh wet tissue, leaned forward slightly, and brought her hand to his lower abdomen. “Twitch…!” His cock jerked. Song Jiwon smiled at the reaction. “Nervous…? You were so forceful earlier, shoving it straight into my mouth~ Hu-hut…”
Her fingers gently cupped his balls. The warm, damp tissue touched him and Min-gyu swallowed hard. Like caring for a child, she meticulously wiped his cock and balls, one spot at a time. Min-gyu closed his eyes and sighed against her thighs.
“Good boy. We have to keep it clean so we can use it again later~”
At her teasing words, his cock twitched again. She changed tissues and moved to the glans, her palm gently stroking with careful, layered motions. Then her gaze shifted. “…Ah… here…”
As if discovering something new, she slowly pushed his foreskin upward. The slippery skin slid back, revealing the flushed, sensitive head glistening beneath the wet tissue. Song Jiwon swallowed. “…It peels back like this…? Only now am I really seeing it…”
She lowered the foreskin again, then pulled it up, repeating the motion—covering, revealing, covering, revealing—with an almost observational rhythm that carried a distinctly lewd undertone. Even after finishing, her hand lingered, gently stroking his thigh.
Min-gyu lay still with his eyes closed. In the quiet, Song Jiwon spoke softly. “…Hu-hut… Min-gyu, Teacher has never seen an uncircumcised cock before.”
“…R-really…?”
When he tried to lift his head, she gently pressed it back down. “It’s okay. It was just… very different. Maybe because you’d just showered—the body-wash scent was different from my husband’s…”
Her fingers slowly combed through his hair. “When I pulled the foreskin back… it smelled a little musky.”
“…S-sorry… I guess I didn’t wash well…”
“Nooo~ Teacher isn’t trying to embarrass you.” She laughed quietly. “Actually… Teacher strangely liked that faint musky smell on your cock.”
“R-really…?”
Min-gyu curled up, ears burning red. Song Jiwon pressed a light kiss to his hair, then continued stroking while speaking in a slow, almost dreamy tone. “Teacher once read something online. They say an uncircumcised cock gives twice the stimulation because the foreskin slides during movement… and satisfies a woman more than a circumcised one.”
She paused, then added, “I’m not sure if it’s true, but it left an impression.”
Her hand moved again—this time upward, slipping between the buttons of his shirt. Her index finger and thumb gently pinched his left nipple and began to circle it slowly. “Eut…!” Min-gyu gasped. The stimulation was light, yet dizzying.
She kept her gaze elsewhere, voice calm. “Min-gyu… did you already know about that?”
He shook his head. “N-no… I’ve never…”
“I see… Then if Teacher wanted to check for herself… mm, never mind.”
Her breath tickled his ear. While speaking, her fingers never stopped, slowly, lewdly rolling his nipple. Heat gathered between his thighs once more.
“Teacher was actually curious too… what it would feel like if it really moved that way…” Her voice trembled slightly. “But… that person… ah, no. Just… Min-gyu. Teacher really is curious.”
Her eyes wavered, yet desire shone clearly inside them. Silence stretched. Min-gyu looked up at her and asked carefully, “That person… is it your husband?”
Song Jiwon’s eyes flickered. After a short pause, she smiled ambiguously. “It… could be.”
Min-gyu pressed his lips together. “If your husband ever found out—”
Before he could finish, she leaned down and kissed him. “Eut…” Their breaths mingled. She whispered against his lips, “If no one knows… if no one tells… then nothing happened. Understand?”
Min-gyu nodded quietly. The kiss seemed to ease his guilt. She looked down at him lovingly and gave him another light peck. “You’ve already shoved it into Teacher’s mouth and made me swallow every drop of your cum…”
His face twisted, but she continued with a smile. “From now on, our Min-gyu doesn’t have to act awkward or shy.”
Her hand slid back to his thigh and slowly wrapped around his half-hard cock, gently kneading and stroking it up and down like a stress ball—sometimes rubbing the glans with her thumb, touching him with the casual affection one might give a pet.
“Saying words like ‘cock’ or ‘pussy’ in front of Min-gyu… makes Teacher so nervous. But… also excited.” Her fingertip flicked the glans. Min-gyu’s heart pounded violently. He tried to speak but only managed a small nod.
Song Jiwon laughed softly. “I hope Min-gyu feels the same way. Got it?”
She patted his head. “Now, shall we send our Min-gyu home?” Reaching for his panties, she said cheerfully, “Cock goes in~” She carefully tucked him away, pulled up his pants, buttoned them, and tucked in his shirt. “Can’t let any wind get in… button up properly. Raise your arms.”
Min-gyu obeyed. She finished dressing him with meticulous care, then scanned him from head to toe. “Yes, now you’re all set.”
Suddenly her eyebrows lifted and she glanced at his crotch. “Hmm… did you pack your cock properly~?”
“…Huh?!”
She smiled seductively. “Ah, right. I put it in myself~ Hu-hu…” Her eyes narrowed, expression unmistakably lewd despite the playful tone. She looked like a mother fussing over her youngest son heading to school. After a few final pats to straighten his clothes, she said, “Our Min-gyu looks so handsome.”
She quietly opened the office door. The hallway outside was already dim with dusk. Min-gyu stepped over the threshold, head lowered. Then Song Jiwon spoke. “Nothing forgotten?”
He turned, confused. “Forgotten…?”
She laughed. “Oh dear… You have to give Teacher a kiss before leaving. How long are you going to stay passive? Teacher wants one voluntary, active kiss from Min-gyu.”
Min-gyu’s ears flushed crimson. After a moment of hesitation, he stepped forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “…I’ll go now, Teacher.”
He turned and walked out. The door clicked shut behind him. ‘…Was everything that just happened… real?’
He wandered the hallway in a daze, steps slow, bag hanging loosely. ‘Fuck… that really happened…? It wasn’t a dream?’
Outside, the evening air had cooled, yet his body still burned. ‘Did she do the same things for her husband…? Or was she even sluttier…? Why does she seem so used to it…? Fuck… when I get home I’m dead… I’ll go back as her master and interrogate the hell out of her, that fucking bitch…’
The curses carried a strange, heated undercurrent. ‘…But why does my chest feel so… fluffy…? Am I going crazy…? Like I’m being loved or something…’
After walking about ten minutes, his phone vibrated. A message from Song Jiwon’s number appeared.
Min-gyu stared at the attached image—a still of himself gripping Song Jiwon’s hair and thrusting into her mouth, her face covered by pink heart emojis while his own face remained clearly visible. His heart pounded violently. (Bonus cut.)