While Min-gyu's Finger Was Buried Inside... Husband's Call... Part One
Song Ji-won subtly shifted her posture beside Min-gyu. She lifted her hips halfway, perching only one side of her pelvis on the bench, then slowly spread her right leg. The short pencil skirt rolled upward, completely exposing her thighs, and between them the clear outline of her bare pussy came into view.
She wore no panties at all. Just the smooth, bare skin of her pussy lips. Her glistening slit was slightly parted between her thighs, so wet that Min-gyu’s finger could slide straight in without the slightest resistance.
If he wants to touch deeper… he can just put it in. It’s fine… because it’s Min-gyu…
Without a word, Ji-won spread her legs wider. Though she was technically still “sitting,” the way she angled herself said, You can put your hand in right now. She gently pulled Min-gyu’s hand toward her pussy and tilted her hips.
This way… it’ll be easier for Min-gyu to push deeper. I’m spreading myself for him… so he can touch me more easily…
The soft inner skin of her bare thigh brushed against the back of his hand, sending heat through both of them. Her pelvis moved slowly, almost imperceptibly, as if waiting for his fingertips to slip inside.
Haa… put it in now… I’ve already spread my legs for you… So Min-gyu… just a little deeper with your fingers…
Her breasts strained against the tight knit top, the fabric stretched so taut she could barely breathe. Her already-hard nipples pushed visibly against the material, the curves beneath shifting with every shallow breath. She wore no bra, so the full, lewd shape of her chest was on shameless display through the thin fabric.
A thin line of sweat—or perhaps arousal—trickled down her neck, tracing the curve of her back and disappearing where Min-gyu’s gaze followed. Her chest trembled faintly, as if inviting his hand to rest there right now.
Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes half-lidded as she secretly watched his expression.
Min-gyu… are you looking at my face? My pussy is right under your hand… Are you too scared to move? Or… are you waiting to see if you’re allowed to do more…?
Her pussy was already dripping, so soaked she could barely think. She ached for someone—anyone—to push their fingers inside and stir up those wet, obscene sounds.
Min-gyu’s hand had already reached the space between her thighs. It wasn’t an intentional touch; it had simply ended up there when Ji-won shifted and spread her legs. The back of his hand rested lightly against her slick, burning flesh. The wet heat was unmistakable. Her pussy lips clung to his palm, and every time she swallowed a breath, her core trembled faintly.
But Min-gyu couldn’t move. He simply froze, hand in place.
Ah… I want to just shove my fingers in… Fuck… why am I so nervous? Why do I always freeze at times like this?
His heart pounded like it might burst. The woman in front of him was his teacher. Yet in this moment, she looked like nothing more than a woman. No—more precisely, a woman pressing her pussy against his hand. And that woman was grinding herself against his fingers.
Ji-won spread her legs even wider, pressing her pussy against his stiff fingertips, and whispered in a soft, seductive, endlessly gentle voice.
“Min-gyu… you don’t dislike your teacher, do you…?”
She blinked up at him, meeting his eyes.
“Then… let me tell you what to do…”
She slowly licked her lips and gently pressed his hand downward. His fingertips caught on her soft, wet folds. The slick gap parted just enough for a single finger to hover at the entrance.
“Min-gyu… put your finger in… Don’t be nervous…”
It wasn’t a plea. It was an invitation.
“If your teacher asks you like this…”
She smiled, the corner of her mouth lifting.
“…could you find a little courage? Hnn…?”
She didn’t let go of his hand. Instead, she opened her thighs wider, adjusting her hips to make it easier for his finger to slide inside.
Unable to hold back any longer, Min-gyu slowly spread his fingers. His trembling fingertip slid along her inner thigh until his middle finger reached the slick, burning entrance of her pussy. When he applied the slightest pressure, her wet folds swallowed his finger. The first knuckle disappeared, then the second, slowly sinking deeper.
Ah… no way… this tightness… The deeper it goes… I’m losing my mind…
Her pussy was beyond anything he had imagined. Soft yet firm, clenching and sucking his finger inward with every inch. It felt as if her walls were whispering Deeper… push it all the way in, gripping him tightly all the way to the base.
Ji-won pushed her hips toward him, pressing down so his finger would sink even deeper.
“Haa… Min-gyu’s finger is inside me… It’s squeezing so hard in here… Min-gyu… I feel like I’m going crazy because of your finger right now…”
Her inner thighs trembled. Her pussy was so drenched that faint, wet sounds escaped with every tiny movement.
Min-gyu began to move his finger slowly. Still inside her, he curled it gently, pressing against her inner walls. Ji-won flinched, her abdomen twitching as she covered her mouth.
Whoa… this grip… I’ve only put one finger in, but her walls are wrapping around every knuckle… Every time I push in, it feels like her pussy is sucking my finger deeper… It clenches so slick and tight whenever I move…
His movements were still cautious. He pushed his middle finger in, slowly withdrew it partway, then pushed back in again, achingly slow. The rhythm was clumsy, but Ji-won never complained. Instead, she focused on every tiny motion of his fingertip, moving her body with delicate precision to match him.
When he pushed in, she quietly rocked her hips forward. When he pulled back, she shifted her ass backward as if trying to keep him inside longer. Each small movement made his finger twist inside her, her soaked walls sliding wetly around him.
Squelch. Slap.
The wet sounds clinging to his fingers made no attempt to hide her arousal.
Ji-won breathed in short, shallow gasps, her eyes half-closed.
“Yes… Min-gyu… just like that… Teacher… feels so good right now…”
Her voice was both reassuring and desperately lewd, begging him to reach deeper, more precisely, inside her pussy.
“Hnn… Ang… Hnnng…”
The moans spilling from her lips were short, breathy, and unmistakably obscene. Min-gyu could feel the rhythm through his fingertips—her walls clenching and fluttering in time with his movements. She helped him, rocking her own hips to create more sensation.
“How is it… Min-gyu…? Can you feel me…?”
Min-gyu couldn’t answer. He was too busy trying to think of what to say, but Ji-won spoke first.
“I’m… trying so hard right now… Haaang… for you, Min-gyu… I want you to know… how tightly I’m squeezing…”
She gasped, unable to finish.
“Hnn… Haaang… I want to show you… so I’m spreading myself and clenching like this… Hnnng…”
Her hips pushed deeper. Her thighs trembled softly as her pussy gripped his finger tightly. The wet friction and tight, elastic squeeze inside her burned white-hot in Min-gyu’s mind.
Ji-won rocked her hips back and forth in time with his finger, her breath coming in broken gasps. Her lips were wet, her eyes half-lidded as she looked up at him.
“Hnnng… Min-gyu… Does teacher have to say all these dirty things by herself…?”
She smirked, deliberately teasing.
“Min-gyu won’t say anything… You’re just pushing your finger in… making me make all these filthy sounds… and you still can’t even say the word ‘pussy’ to your teacher?”
She pressed her hips down harder, forcing his finger deeper.
“You’re touching something this wet… and you’re just going to call it ‘there’… or stay silent?”
Min-gyu’s breath caught. Heat surged through his entire body, concentrating at his fingertips. The words that left his mouth came almost unconsciously.
“Yes… Teacher’s pussy… is squeezing so tight… It keeps clenching inside… I’m going crazy…”
In that instant, Ji-won’s breathing changed—short, high-pitched, unmistakably close to climax.
“Yes… Hearing you say that… I love it so much… In moments like this… it’s right to talk dirty…”
Then, almost to herself, she whispered:
“…Because he taught me that way too…”
Ji-won pressed her hips toward Min-gyu again, the corner of her mouth curling slightly. That single word pierced straight through Min-gyu’s ears.
…He…? She’s thinking about that even now…?
Min-gyu felt his finger weaken for a moment. At the same time, a burning heat filled his chest. Until just now, he had been annoyed. She hadn’t checked Telegram, her replies had been vague, and even while doing this with him she might have forgotten her master. All those thoughts had been swirling inside him.
But with that one sentence, everything vanished.
She remembers… She hasn’t forgotten me… her master… Ji-won… you…
The irritation and jealousy inside Min-gyu melted away like snow, replaced by joy, gratitude, and a strange, tender affection.
Really… what are you? A bitch…? A fox…? Either way, every single thing you do right now is driving me insane…
Still with his finger inside her pussy, he began to move again—slowly, but deeper and more deliberately than before. Her inner walls slid and clenched around his middle finger, faint wet sounds escaping with every motion.
Min-gyu thought to himself:
Yeah… As long as you remember me… I can do anything for you. Even if you don’t recognize me right now, it’s fine… Because even now, you’re moving so obediently on my fingers…
Every time Ji-won’s hips swayed, Min-gyu’s finger followed, sinking deeper—awkwardly, but surely, giving her exactly what she wanted. More than that.
She no longer waited for him. She moved on his finger herself, adding breathy moans to the rhythm.
“Hnn… Yes… Haa… Min-gyu…”
The sounds moistened her lips. Unable to hold back, Ji-won turned her head and draped her arm over his shoulder, pulling him into a kiss as she whispered against his mouth.
At first, it was just a light brush of lips. But that was only the beginning. The moment their tongues touched, Ji-won kissed him desperately, as if releasing all the thirst she had been holding back. Without even catching her breath, she opened her mouth, pushed her tongue inside, and wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, exploring every corner of his mouth.
Their lips crushed together. Tongues tangled wetly. Min-gyu was startled, but this time he didn’t stop. Drawn by her breath, he opened his mouth clumsily and accepted her tongue. Even in that brief kiss, Ji-won’s hips continued moving clearly and steadily on his finger.
One finger wasn’t enough. Her insides were already so slick and greedy that they seemed determined to swallow his hand completely. Her pussy walls slid wetly around his fingertip, clenching tightly with every movement. Thick fluids coated his knuckles, and obscene wet sounds filled the space between their ragged breaths.
“Hnnng… Min-gyu… I… I don’t think I can stop anymore…”
Ji-won breathed against his lips, pulling his hand even deeper inside her. It was as if her entire body was begging for his fingers.
“Right now… I love it when you thrust into me… Really…”
Ji-won took a deep breath. Her chest rose and fell slowly. Without a word, she reached down and began lifting her tight knit top from the bottom. The fabric slid over her navel, past her waist, brushing over her ribs and revealing smooth, elastic skin. Finally, her breasts were fully exposed to Min-gyu.
She hadn’t been wearing a bra. Her breasts, freed from the pressure of the top, spilled out in soft, full curves. The moment they were released, their natural bounce and elasticity overwhelmed his vision. Her nipples, already sensitive, stood erect and trembling slightly in the open air.
Ji-won stopped with her top bunched just above her breasts. Holding the hem in place with trembling hands, she looked down at Min-gyu and silently offered herself to his gaze.
“…How is it? Now… I’m really showing you, Min-gyu.”
The words carried the clear meaning: You can touch. You can suck. If you want, you can do anything. Her face was flushed, and that embarrassment only made the sight more arousing. Min-gyu swallowed hard, the sound loud in her ears.
Ji-won studied his expression, then slowly tilted her head. She gently wrapped one hand around the back of his head and guided him toward her chest. It was a wordless invitation. More obscene than any spoken request.
“Min-gyu… I’ve wanted to show you this so badly. Will you lick it for me…?”
Her breath trembled. Min-gyu’s lips quivered as they drew closer—
“My Husband 💬”
The sharp vibration tore through the rooftop like reality itself intruding. Ji-won’s hand froze. Min-gyu stiffened. The breath that had been about to touch her breast hung suspended in the air.