Kim Aran and Song Jiwon: The Bizarre Nerve War of the Bitches
Song Jiwon kept her head bowed low, one hand gently wrapping around Min-gyu’s. She pressed her still-trembling pussy firmly shut and slowly withdrew his fingers. A thin, sticky thread of her orgasmic fluids stretched between them.
Jiwon didn’t even glance at it.
“Stay still, Min-gyu.”
She pulled his hand closer and took his glistening fingers between her lips.
Slurp… suck…
Her tongue swirled slickly, licking away every trace of her own climax and swallowing it down.
“Min-gyu… I have to do at least this much for you.”
She pulled out a tissue and carefully wiped his fingers clean, fully aware of exactly where they had just been.
Afterward, she smoothed her damp blouse, ran her fingers through her tousled hair, and walked toward the rooftop door with a perfectly calm expression.
Just as she reached for the handle—
Click.
The door opened, and Kim Aran stood right there.
“Song-seonsaengnim!! Uwaaang~!”
“…A-Aran-seonsaengnim?”
“Unni~!!!”
Kim Aran lunged forward and threw herself into Song Jiwon’s arms.
“H-Huh…?”
Their large breasts pressed together. Song Jiwon, still faintly trembling from her orgasm, held her breath at the contact. The soft, warm sensation and the strange heat seeping through her soaked bra made her freeze.
“Unni is seriously… so sexy…💕 I want to be just like you~!”
“…A-Aran-seonsaengnim… we’re the same age… calling me unni…”
“Aww, why not~? You’re taller than me, and your breasts are bigger, and you’re more feminine, so you’re unni~! Right, unni~? Song-seonsaengnim~?”
Kim Aran rubbed her face against Song Jiwon’s arm, pressing her entire body close as if deliberately leaving her perfume on the other woman’s collar.
“Th-That’s enough… Ah, Min-gyu is right here…”
“Oh my, Min-gyu~ You were here too? Kyahaha~!”
Then she suddenly tilted her head with a playful smile.
“But Song-seonsaengnim~ why were you on the rooftop with Min-gyu~?”
Both Song Jiwon and Min-gyu stiffened at the same time.
“Ah… that’s…”
“A~~ counseling, right, unni!? That’s it~? Kyaa~”
Kim Aran asked with a teasing, eye-smiling grin.
“Makes sense~ The view from the rooftop really is nice~ I sometimes go there to meditate too~ You did the same, right, unni~?”
She linked arms with Song Jiwon and rested her head on her shoulder, wearing an innocent smile that somehow suggested she knew everything.
Kim Aran clasped her hands together and looked up at Song Jiwon with sparkling eyes.
“Unni~ Perfect timing~ I’m starving! Let’s go eat lunch, unni~ Hurry, hurry~!”
“Eh, right now?”
Flushed to the tips of her ears, Song Jiwon nodded helplessly. In that instant, Kim Aran casually hooked her arm through hers without the slightest hesitation.
“This way~ Unni~”
She even threw a playful wink at Min-gyu. Her long, thick lashes framed a sparkling gaze that carried no trace of suspicion—only a natural, seductive invitation that seemed to say, “How about me? Cute, right~?”
Min-gyu froze on the spot. The way she slightly shifted her thighs, the angle at which she leaned forward so her breasts swayed—everything felt like a calculated weapon.
‘I want to tame him…’
With just that look, she made no effort to hide her desire to turn Min-gyu into her own personal pet.
Song Jiwon noticed too. She belatedly turned toward Min-gyu with a flustered expression.
“Ah… Aran-ssi… just a moment… you’re walking too fast…!”
“Aang~ Unni~ Faster, faster!! This is why unnis are so troublesome~ If you walk slowly, there won’t be any seats left by lunch~!”
Kim Aran wrapped an arm around Song Jiwon’s waist and half-dragged the taller woman down the stairs. Even as they descended, Song Jiwon could still feel the sticky remnants between her thighs. Her bra was still damp, and every time Kim Aran’s body brushed against hers, the lingering sensation grew stronger.
At a small café near the school.
Though it was lunchtime and crowded, the terrace table where they sat seemed to glow like a photoshoot. Kim Aran casually ordered brunch and piled Song Jiwon’s plate high with salad, croissants, and smoked salmon.
“Unni~ This is seriously insane. The soft-boiled egg crush and salmon combo is pure art~ Come on, eat up~”
“Ah, thank you…”
Song Jiwon picked up her cutlery timidly, glancing at the other woman. Her legs were unconsciously pressed together; the inside of her panties was still wet and sticky. Changing posture felt awkward.
Watching her, Kim Aran took a bite and slowly tilted her head.
“By the way, unni~”
Her voice was gentle.
“Don’t you think Min-gyu is just… so, so cute?”
Song Jiwon’s hand froze mid-motion.
“How should I put it… like a puppy that got soaked in the rain and is shivering~? Hehe, don’t you think so?”
‘A… soaked… puppy?’
The image of Min-gyu trembling as she pulled her fingers out on the rooftop—and then licking them clean—flashed through Song Jiwon’s mind.
“Aah…? I see… so that’s how it is… maybe… I’m not sure…”
Before she could finish her awkward reply, Kim Aran cut in playfully.
“Aang!? You don’t agree? Hmm… maybe it’s just a matter of taste~?”
She twirled her fork, speared a piece of croissant, and popped it into her mouth before tilting her head with a small smile.
“Hehet, then I’ll just claim that adorable student as mine~!!”
“……!”
Song Jiwon swallowed unconsciously.
‘Claim him?’
‘That boy… is mine…’
She couldn’t say a word out loud, but an absurd surge of emotion exploded inside her.
‘Those fingers earlier… that moan… he only showed that to me…’
She wanted to say it.
“That boy is mine.”
“Min-gyu… belongs to me.”
“He’s the one I…”
But she couldn’t. She had a husband. She was a teacher. Min-gyu was a student. And more than anything, she wasn’t even sure if what she felt was true possessiveness or simply an attachment born from pleasure.
So all she could do was quietly offer a bitter smile.
“Ah~ You have to try this, unni~”
Kim Aran picked up a piece of smoked salmon from her plate and placed it onto Song Jiwon’s.
“This too, and this~”
She drizzled olive oil over the salad and tore a piece of baguette in half for her.
“How is it? I have great taste, right?”
Her mouth was already full of bread, cheeks puffed cutely as she chewed, yet her eyes never left Song Jiwon.
Kim Aran smiled softly and continued.
“The swimming club is starting up again soon~ Hehe, you know how Min-gyu ran away last time? That was while I was in France!”
“So, unni.”
She set her fork down and grinned.
“I made him join again~”
“There are lots of girls, so he probably got nervous and ran away~ Hmm~ Now I have to make sure he can’t escape… maybe lock him up. Hehe.”
Song Jiwon’s fingertips trembled slightly, but she forced an awkward smile onto her lips.
“Aha… I see… so Min-gyu did that…”
“Hehe~”
Kim Aran tore off another piece of croissant and laughed as she chewed.
“That kid, whenever I teach him swimming and touch him even a little, he shrinks away—puhahaha!”
She kept talking with her mouth full, lips curved upward.
“Ah~ Just thinking about it makes him so cute! I want to chase after him later and pet him all over~ Hehet!”
Her smile was bright, but her eyes never once left Song Jiwon’s expression. Her mouth smiled, but her eyes did not. It was as if she were saying, “I can see every single one of your feelings, unni,” carefully observing every tiny breath, every twitch of Song Jiwon’s eyebrows, every hesitant movement of her fork like watching prey react.
Song Jiwon lifted the salmon on her fork, then quietly set it back down without eating it. Her lips were smiling, but the tip of her tongue still remembered the taste of Min-gyu’s fingers.
“Um… by the way, Aran-seonsaengnim.”
She spoke carefully.
“Min-gyu is… busy preparing for his art exhibition soon… and as an art major, joining the swimming club might be too much for him, don’t you think?”
“I also have guidance work to do with him…”
The words were perhaps a timid claim of ownership—“That boy is my student”—but they sounded painfully weak the moment they left her mouth.
At that moment, Kim Aran’s fingertips lightly tapped her fork.
“Oh come on~ It’s fine~!”
Even as she smiled with her mouth open, her voice carried a slightly pressed tone.
“And~”
“Joining the swimming club is entirely up to the student’s own free will~”
The moment those words ended, Kim Aran raised her eyes sharply and added,
“Min-gyu said he wanted to join! Hahahaha!”
Song Jiwon’s pupils shook. Her lips trembled silently.
“That was… practically forced…”
“Aang~ Unni~ Shhh!”
Cut off again.
Kim Aran tilted her head and slowly twirled her glass as if swirling wine.
“For timid kids like Min-gyu~ they really need to mix with other people like this~”
“They need to bump bodies and all that~ to build social skills~ Ehehe~”
Her laugh was bright. But at the end of her words was a thorn: “I’m going to spend time with that boy like that. So just stay out of it, unni.”
Song Jiwon stared silently at her fork, forcing herself to swallow the jealousy, the discomfort, and even the lingering wetness inside her.
“Ah… but…”
Kim Aran rested a finger on her chin and spoke in a playful tone.
“One advisor isn’t enough~ This time I forced him to join… no, no! So many students joined!”
She sparkled her eyes and tilted her head.
“But unni~ are you good at swimming?”
Song Jiwon answered reflexively.
“Ah… yes, a little since I was young…”
“Really!?”
Kim Aran grabbed Song Jiwon’s hand as if she had been waiting for this.
“Then please be the assistant advisor!”
“I’m begging you, unni!!”
Her eyes sparkled brightly, but inside them was a subtle smile that said, “This is my trap. Want to step in?”
Song Jiwon hesitated for a moment. Just as she was about to speak, a vivid image flashed in her mind—Kim Min-gyu and Kim Aran alone in the water, bodies touching, laughing together.
‘…No.’
‘I can’t let the two of them get that close.’
Words she hadn’t planned slipped out.
“Th-Then… maybe I will. I’m not sure if I’ll be any good, though…”
“Kyaa~ Unni is the best~!!”
Kim Aran’s eyes sparkled even more as she tightly held Song Jiwon’s hand and laughed.
“No, no~ Song-seonsaengnim, if you just wear a swimsuit and walk around~ our swimming club will explode in popularity~ Unni! That’s right~!”
Unable to contain her joy, she pressed kiss after kiss onto the back of Song Jiwon’s hand.
“Mwah~ mwah~ Then that means you’ve joined too~!? No take-backs~!!”
“Ah… Aran-seonsaengnim… that’s enough…”
Song Jiwon tried to pull her hand away in embarrassment, but the spot where those lips had touched carried a sensation that couldn’t be dismissed as mere cuteness. A woman who could so easily and shamelessly shower kisses even on another woman—there had to be something firmly hidden behind that harmless face.
‘If she does this to me… then what about Min-gyu…’
She suddenly imagined those lips touching Min-gyu’s face. The thought that it could become reality sent a strange sense of crisis rising from somewhere beneath her chest.
The very naturalness of her playful approach only made Song Jiwon more wary. She was the one smiling, yet her eyes looked as though she knew exactly who might end up devouring whom.
Continued in the service cut.