Ghosting the Master, Pussy Verification for Min-gyu
Min-gyu arrived at school and slowly dusted himself off in the lobby. He slipped the tote bag off his shoulder and into his hand, then unconsciously smoothed the hem of his shirt. A habit. Pretending everything was normal. But right now… he couldn’t.
He quietly set the bag on a desk inside the art room and stared blankly at his phone for a long time. Soon enough, the message he had been expecting arrived.
“Ding.”
Before he could even open his bag, a notification lit up his screen.
[Song Jiwon] Min-gyu~ Come up to the rooftop for a bit. We talked about it yesterday, remember~?
‘Ah… fuck… she actually came…’
Min-gyu bit his lip and glanced out the window at the sky. Maybe it was just his mood, but it looked unusually clear. And beneath that sky, she was waiting on the rooftop right now.
‘What is she going to do once I get up there… what is she going to show me…’
One hand fidgeted inside his pants pocket while the other gripped his phone tightly. His mind replayed the simulations he had run dozens of times last night.
‘How Song Jiwon would try to seduce me. How far I would let her go. Or whether I should make the first move today. Or just fuck her right there.’
His heart was already pounding up into his throat.
“Haa…” Min-gyu exhaled softly and climbed the stairs. When he pushed open the metal door and stepped onto the rooftop, the space was quiet, filled only with the wind. In the empty area, she sat on the bench tucked in the blind spot beside the door.
Song Jiwon sat with her legs neatly crossed, her back to the sunlight. Through the slightly loosened blouse, her skin peeked out enticingly. The tight skirt had slowly ridden up along the curve of her hips. Her cardigan hung loosely over her shoulders, but everything beneath it was exposed. Between the hem of her skirt, now high on her thighs, smooth white skin gleamed in the sunlight, and even the faint pink veins beneath were visible.
When she saw Min-gyu, she raised one hand and waved lightly.
“Come over here~”
Even just from the shape of her lips, her smile was breathtakingly beautiful. Standing with the sunlight behind her, she looked like a goddess on stage. Overflowing kindness, a relaxed smile that seemed to know everything, and a gaze that was somehow warm yet intensely intoxicating.
Min-gyu stopped in his tracks. For that moment, he was simply crushed by her beauty. Just looking at her made his chest tighten.
‘That expression… right now she’s just looking at me as Min-gyu. She has no idea I could be her “Master.”’
Min-gyu slowly moved his feet. One step, then another. His heartbeat quickened.
‘Last night I simulated this dozens of times. What she would say, what face she would make. How I would handle it if she noticed anything. I mapped out every variable.’
But now— the moment he met her smile, every simulation shattered into meaningless pieces.
‘Shit… my head’s going blank…’
She was exactly that goddess. Smiling at him like an angel.
‘Why does she have to be so dazzling… why does she make every plan feel pointless the moment I see her like this…’
Min-gyu’s legs twitched. His entire body had gone rigid with tension, and he couldn’t even draw a deep breath.
‘No, get a grip… this is just part of the training flow… I just have to do what I’ve been doing… I can do it…’
He told himself that dozens of times, yet his mind was empty and his heart felt ready to burst.
‘I can’t… if I break down like this, I’ll just—’
Even as he approached, Min-gyu was already losing.
Sweat coated his right palm. He shoved his hand into his pocket for a moment and steadied his breathing.
‘I have to stay calm… only then can I control this…’
When Min-gyu came closer, Song Jiwon scooted over slightly to make room. Her fingertips tapped the spot beside him twice, as if pointing through the air.
“Sit here.”
At those words, Min-gyu quietly sat down beside her, tense. Song Jiwon looked straight at him and spoke casually.
“You know… I haven’t been sleeping well lately.”
Min-gyu glanced at her profile. The nape of her neck showed between her loosely tied hair, and her skin peeked through the thin blouse. In the sunlight on the rooftop, she was truly… impossibly beautiful.
“It’s because of some man. I keep thinking about him… and strangely, I get excited. It’s not like me, so I’m a little confused.”
Min-gyu blinked. His chest gave a small jolt.
‘That man… is it me? Or… the Master version of me…?’
But he didn’t let it show. After pressing his lips together, he put on a light smile.
“Ah… is that so? If he’s the kind of man who makes you feel that way, Teacher… he must be pretty amazing.”
Song Jiwon slowly turned her head and looked at Min-gyu. Mischief and something teasing tangled in her gaze.
“Hmm… amazing, you think…?”
She slowly scanned Min-gyu’s face. From the corners of his eyes down the bridge of his nose, his lips, his jawline— as if scanning every part of him.
“He has a cute side too… though I’m not really sure.”
And the next moment, without a word, Song Jiwon took Min-gyu’s hand and pulled it toward her. No hesitation at all. Min-gyu felt his breath catch. Guided by her hand, his palm came to rest on her thigh. It was astonishingly soft and warm. He could feel not just the skin, but the body heat beneath it.
Song Jiwon leaned closer and whispered.
“How is it…? The way male students talk dirty about me at school… you know about that, don’t you, Min-gyu?”
Min-gyu’s eyes widened. His throat went dry, and sweat threatened to drip down the back of his neck.
“Ah… yes…? I-I… I…”
He hesitated and looked away.
“Just… yeah… I’ve heard that kind of talk before…”
At that, Song Jiwon let out a small laugh and turned toward him. Her eyes flashed between her thick lashes.
“Oh my~ Our Min-gyu too… did you call me ‘honey thighs’ or ‘cum bucket’~?”
She stroked her own thigh with one hand and casually flipped up the hem of her skirt, all while Min-gyu’s hand still rested on it.
Min-gyu’s face flushed red. He shook his head quickly and made excuses.
“No… I don’t say things like that… I just… don’t really have friends… so I only heard the other kids saying it…”
When he finished, Song Jiwon smiled with the corner of her mouth and gently squeezed his hand between her thighs.
“Really~? So our Min-gyu was just quietly imagining it all by himself?”
She smiled, lowered her gaze for a moment, then looked back into his eyes and whispered teasingly. Without another word, she took his wrist and slowly—very slowly—pulled his hand deeper between her legs. His fingertips slid down her inner thigh until they finally reached the center—
Song Jiwon’s bare pussy. There was clearly no underwear. What met his palm was smooth, naked flesh, burning hot and impossibly wet. Slick, soft, and trembling. Min-gyu knew instantly. This wasn’t imagination. This was real.
“Min-gyu… how does it feel?”
Without so much as raising an eyebrow, Song Jiwon casually pressed his hand firmly between her legs. His entire palm covered her soaked, bare pussy.
“Hehe… surprised?”
She curled the corner of her lips. The soft muscles of her thighs slowly tightened, drawing his fingers deeper into her slit.
“Right now… I’m not wearing anything. You understand? No panties, no stockings, nothing.”
She whispered it. The moment she finished, the muscles around her crotch twitched and swallowed his hand once more. Hot, slippery flesh slid over his knuckles.
“How is it? Teacher’s pussy… can you feel it on your fingertips?”
Song Jiwon didn’t release Min-gyu’s hand even as he sat frozen, unable to react. Instead, she moved more skillfully, more mischievously—slowly twisting her hips so his fingertips rubbed teasingly against her entrance. A soft breath escaped between her lips.
“Min-gyu… this isn’t the first time Teacher’s pussy has been touched by you… so… it doesn’t feel like the first time…”
Her voice trembled, but there was no emotion or fantasy in it. ‘It’s not something she just imagined…’
Min-gyu narrowed his eyes. At that moment, the memory came back vividly. That day in the restroom—Song Jiwon holding his marker and masturbating with it. It hadn’t been a simple fantasy. Following her Master’s orders, this woman had already convinced herself that Min-gyu’s marker was his cock and shoved it inside her.
‘Of course she knows… the start of her training was being ordered to borrow a student’s writing tool and masturbate with it in her pussy… and I made her fuck herself with my marker pen… Song Jiwon.’
Feeling his heart pound, Min-gyu applied a little pressure with his fingertips. The hand now resting on her pussy was simply an extension of that moment. It wasn’t the first time. She had already fucked her own pussy with something of his a long time ago.
His fingertips trembled slightly. But he didn’t pull away. Instead, he moved them—slowly, very slowly—sliding across the slick flesh. His fingers responded instinctively, honestly, to the wet heat.
Song Jiwon felt the movement. Though embarrassed, she didn’t pull away. She spread her legs just a little—unconsciously, yet deliberately—so Min-gyu’s fingers could reach deeper. Her slippery pussy lips clung to his fingertips as if trying to swallow them.
“If Min-gyu… touches me like that… I might end up feeling strange…”
Her hips rolled slowly. It looked like she was trying to escape the stimulation, yet she kept pressing into it instead. Her skirt was already rolled up over her thighs, and Min-gyu’s hand on her pussy stayed hidden beneath it like a secret, sticky toy.
Song Jiwon tilted her head and brought her lips close to Min-gyu’s ear. Her voice brushed against him like a whisper.
“Ever since Min-gyu’s hand touched me… I’ve gotten so hot… really… I feel like I’m going crazy…”
At the end of her words, she slowly pressed her center down onto his palm. Her pussy lips spread and smeared slick heat between his fingers. Min-gyu gripped his pants with his free hand. His cock, already painfully hard, twitched inside his uniform trousers.
‘This fucking bitch… she planned to play with me on the rooftop.’
‘She sent the Master one message like she was soothing a kid, saying she might reply late, and now she’s right in front of me rubbing her pussy on that same Master’s hand?’
Min-gyu clenched his teeth. The photo she had sent last night flashed through his mind. The angle like a selfie, showing only down to her lips—her lewd self-shot of licking her own nipple.
‘Ah… so that’s what she was after.’
‘She sent one photo like it was homework, then pretended to sleep with “Good night~💤”… and this was the whole point.’
‘Fuck… she took and sent that picture just to do this shit.’
Min-gyu drew in a long breath. But what rose faster than anger was the shameless lewdness Song Jiwon had radiated through that photo that night. At the thought, his cock twitched again inside his pants.
‘This hand right now… this feeling… she’s really a crazy bitch. If this isn’t training, then what is it… she’s just dragging herself along by her own desires.’
He slowly lifted his head. Song Jiwon in front of him was spreading her own thighs wider, holding her breath. Between them, Min-gyu’s hand was buried deep—warm, vividly real.
“Min-gyu… it’s okay… put your fingers in… haa…”