Song Jiwon Covets Both Master's Cock and Min-gyu's
Min-gyu stared at his phone and drew in a deep breath. The text that had just arrived was short, yet carried a strangely pressuring tone.
"About that day… since we're teacher and student, we can't let this cause trouble for either of us, right? Let's keep it our little secret… We have to protect it well~ …Right, Min-gyu?"
It was impossible to tell whether it was a threat or gentle consideration. Maybe both.
Min-gyu slowly began typing, as if surrendering.
"Yes… Teacher. I'll do that. I'll keep the secret… I promise."
Several days passed. On the surface, daily life returned to normal as if nothing had happened. But there was one clear change: the look in Song Jiwon's eyes.
Her attitude toward Min-gyu had definitely shifted. The indifferent or tired expressions from before had vanished. Instead, a mischievous smile now lingered at the corner of her lips. Her gaze constantly followed him, and her fingertips always sought "casual yet meaningful" contact.
When no one was around—in the hallway corner or behind the practice room window—she would quietly approach Min-gyu and press a light kiss to his cheek.
"You're cute today too, Min-gyu."
That single brief kiss left Min-gyu speechless, his head lowered. And sometimes she went even further.
Beneath the counseling room desk, hidden from the students receiving advice, she would slide her leg over and rest her hand on Min-gyu's thigh. She kneaded it like soft slime, gently and slowly squeezing and stroking his cock.
"Haa… I don't know, Min-gyu's soft, squishy cock… it feels so good. It calms me down… I want to take it home with me… Hehe."
Whispering such words into his ear, she slowly melted his cock behind the facade of teacher and student.
Even during class, she never missed a subtle opening. When Min-gyu turned toward the blackboard, she would lean over the lectern and secretly kiss the corner of his lips.
"Shh. Doing this without anyone knowing… it's thrilling. You feel it too, right…?"
She was lovely, and also relentlessly teasing. Song Jiwon's affection was imprisonment under the name of love—soft and sweet, yet constantly binding Min-gyu to her.
And the messages she sent to her "Master" grew even more affectionate, honest… and lewd.
That evening, Jiwon lay quietly in her room and opened Telegram on her phone. The chat header sparkled with the name "🥀BitchMaster69."
After sending it, her own face flushed hot. Yet what immediately surfaced in her mind was the memory from a few days ago—directly touching, taking into her mouth, and swallowing Min-gyu's cock right in front of her eyes.
Min-gyu read the message and slightly furrowed his brow. "She touched it herself and even tasted it… now she wants to see it?" If he showed it, she might realize he was the Master. "Right… another me. To her, the two of us still exist separately."
Min-gyu adjusted his posture and typed back like striking keys.
Jiwon read the message, lowered her head, and chuckled to herself. "As expected… I knew Master would say that." It was the reaction she had anticipated from the start. Perhaps she had sent the message precisely because she wanted to hear this rejection.
Suppressing the urge to retort "Fine, then I'll just suck that kid's cock instead!", she instead played the role of a cute, obedient bitch.
After sending the message, Jiwon held her phone for a long while before scrolling through her saved contacts. There, the name "Kim Min-gyu" appeared. With lively eyes, she began typing a new message.
Min-gyu was lying on his bed, leaning back. Right after sending the Telegram message to the bitch, he had set the phone down to catch his breath. "Seriously, this girl… how far is she going to take this…?" His mind grew complicated for a moment. Just as he was about to fiddle with his phone to open YouTube and distract himself—
Ding.
A regular message notification sounded. He reflexively turned his head to check the screen. His eyes narrowed slightly. As expected, it was Song Jiwon. This time the message had come to his personal number, not through Telegram.
The timing was too close. As if the previous conversation had simply continued without pause, another wave crashed over him without giving him time to breathe. She was now reaching out to both men—who were also one and the same.
"Not through Telegram… but to my number?" For an instant, Min-gyu's fingertips trembled slightly. She was speaking to Min-gyu himself, not the "Master." "Hah… look at this bitch. Master's no fun anymore, huh? The moment she got rejected on Telegram… she texts me in under a minute?"
"Fuck… seriously…"
Min-gyu slowly looked down at his phone, the corner of his mouth twitching. It was neither a smile nor irritation—something complicated and heavy welled up inside him.
"Since one path's blocked, she's immediately looking for an alternative, huh, you bitch… Well, to her I'm either one or the other anyway. If one gets cut off, she'll just grab the other with her mouth."
He took a short breath and replied.
A moment later, her reply arrived.
She was speaking in circles, yet those roundabout words felt even more obscene than direct desire. Min-gyu bit his lip and stared at the screen. "…She's asking me to send it? A picture or video of my cock… Or maybe she wants to confirm it through a video call… Master's cock… Min-gyu's cock… She's busy chasing after cocks, huh?"
He idly opened the camera app before closing it again. Staring at the screen for a long while, he slowly moved his hand over his pants. Her words echoed in his mind once more. "That cute thing… still not fully peeled back… so lewd."
Min-gyu blushed and asked himself, "Does she want me, not the Master? Or does she want to play even more lewdly with me when I'm not the Master…?" But there was no time to question it now. The mere fact that she had expressed desire toward Min-gyu filled his entire body with heat.
"Yeah… let's see just how much this bitch—Song Jiwon—wants me…"
After sending the message, Min-gyu slowly closed his eyes. This was clearly a provocation. He knew the intent, yet he wanted to hear it from her own mouth. "Say it directly. Not me—you. Tell me with your own lips what kind of woman you are…"
A short while later, her reply came.
Message after message arrived in rapid succession. Ding, ding, ding—the notifications rang without pause. It was as if she couldn't even wait for a reply, pouring out her thoughts and arousal exactly as they surged. That was how desperately Song Jiwon wanted to see that cock right now. Her tone remained soft and seductive, but what flowed beneath it was thirst itself—beyond mere lewdness.
"Hah… this fucking bitch… she doesn't even give me time to reply and just keeps talking and deciding everything herself. Is she even reading my messages!? The rooftop…? The place where she pissed herself like a bitch…? Is that a fond memory for her? Why does she keep calling me there… Hah… Still, fuck… Song Jiwon… she's so damn cute…"
Just as he finished organizing his thoughts and was about to close his eyes, another notification sounded.
Ding.
It was a Telegram alert. Song Jiwon's other name appeared on the screen.
Min-gyu simply placed the phone on his chest and stared silently at the ceiling for a long time. Then he pressed his lips together tightly and muttered once more under his breath.
"Hah… this fucking bitch… she's probably squirting while thinking about Min-gyu's cock…"
"Seriously, is she cheating on me with… me? No, fuck, this is just split personality, split personality…"
"Fuck… I really look like an idiot. But… why am I jealous? Why the hell am I genuinely jealous of myself…?"
Min-gyu covered his face with his hand and let out a low laugh. It wasn't funny. In the empty room, the only thing laughing was his own face.
"Alright, Jiwon. Tomorrow… see you on the rooftop. Or rather, we'll see, won't we…?"
He slowly picked up the phone and checked the "fap material" Jiwon had sent. "Hah… fuck… she's really sending this kind of stuff… Must be nice being the Master, you bastard…"
……
Seconds of silence passed.
"Pfft… Puahahahaha! Hahaha… ha… Fuck, I'm really going crazy."