Husband Returns Sooner Than Expected, Master's Urgent Command
After class, as the sun began to set, Song Jiwon stood blankly inside the elevator for a long time. She had changed her underwear, but her mind remained soaked along the path his fingers had traced.
“That just now…”
Every time she closed her eyes, it came rushing back—the fingertips she had taken into her mouth, that thick, sticky sensation. She needed to whisper every filthy detail to her Master at the perfect moment.
“When I get home… I’ll tell Master everything in detail.”
Her heart raced. The realization that she had played with that boy, the desire to brag about it to her Master. Tonight, she wanted to do something more. While talking about Min-gyu, she wanted to spill every dirty word in front of her Master… and then call the boy himself.
“I want to tell him too…”
“How wet I got because of your fingers today…”
“Ha… It’s just imagination, but I feel like I’m going crazy… Still, I’m definitely going to call him…”
As she imagined it, her thighs unconsciously squeezed together.
Ding.
The elevator doors opened. When she reached the front door, her eyes widened in shock. The lights inside the apartment were on. Warm light leaked through the curtains like proof that someone had already returned.
“…No way?”
She carefully entered the password and opened the door. Familiar shoes sat in the entryway. Beside them was a travel suitcase. A low voice called from inside the room.
“Honey? You home?”
In that instant, something inside Song Jiwon turned ice-cold. It was her husband.
“…Huh? Oh—dear!?”
She reflexively smiled, lowering her head slightly as she adjusted her collar.
“Your business trip… wasn’t it supposed to last another week?”
“It wrapped up early, so I took a flight tonight. I missed you~ How’s that for a surprise gift?”
Song Jiwon forced a laugh.
“Oh… You really startled me…”
He approached and pulled her into an embrace. Of course, he had no idea what she had done earlier, nor the lingering dampness still clinging to the bra beneath her clothes.
“Of all times…”
Song Jiwon swallowed a sigh in her heart. She hadn’t sent a Telegram message. She hadn’t contacted Min-gyu. There was still so much she needed to report.
Her husband gently stroked her hair.
“Have you eaten? Want to have dinner together for once?”
“Ah… Shall we…?”
She smiled, but irritation and confusion swirled inside her.
“Why today… of all days… why now…”
Standing beside her husband on the living room sofa, she chatted and smiled while her hand quietly fidgeted with her phone. The Telegram window for “BitchMaster69” remained open—the report she hadn’t yet sent, the one she had planned to send soon. And the desire still boiling there, unspoken.
“Master… Today, with that boy… I really…”
She had wanted to report it. She had wanted him to hear it. How Min-gyu’s fingers had been as hard as a cock, how her pussy had dripped and come because of them, how she had truly wanted him inside her today… she wanted to tell him everything. But right now, the man in front of her knew none of it.
“Your face looks a little flushed. Did something happen?”
“Ah… I guess class was just a bit tiring…”
She smiled. She had smiled thinking of her Master, gotten wet thinking of that boy, yet now she had to hide it all behind a false smile in front of her husband.
“Why did he have to come back…”
The moment she thought that, she wondered if she was being too cruel and smiled again. But deep in her heart, she desperately wished for a night without that man.
Her husband sipped water in the kitchen and chuckled.
“By the way, honey~ Where should we eat tonight?”
Just as Song Jiwon was about to answer, he added with a playful tone, shrugging his shoulders.
“Or… how about we spend a hot night together for the first time in a while? The trip’s over and I’m in a good mood~”
At those words, her fingertips twitched. Her husband laughed casually, but she could still feel the lingering itch deep inside where Min-gyu’s fingers had been.
“No… Not now…”
A beat late, she forced the corners of her mouth upward.
“Ah… Tonight might be a bit difficult. Now that I think about it, I think I overate earlier…”
“Huh? Really?”
“Yeah… Sorry. Oh, and I forgot to buy digestive medicine…”
Song Jiwon quickly rummaged through her bag, grabbing her phone and wallet.
“Oppa, I’ll just run to the convenience store real quick. I’ll be right back.”
“Huh? Should I go instead?”
“No, no~ I want to walk a bit. Staying still makes me feel more nauseous…”
She smiled as naturally as possible and opened the front door.
“Just for a moment… I need to step out and catch my breath.”
In truth, she hadn’t thought about digestive medicine at all. The only thing occupying her mind right now was one thing: she wanted to stand in a dark alley corner and whisper everything into Telegram, reporting today’s events to her Master in the lewdest, filthiest, most explicit way possible.
“Min-gyu put it in me.”
“His fingers were so hard… I came.”
“Actually… I really wanted him to put his cock in me.”
Once she finished that report, she planned to call Min-gyu. She wanted to ask that small, obedient boy so casually:
“Min-gyu… How was teacher’s pussy today?”
“When your fingers went inside… how did it feel?”
“Did you feel like you touched something? There was a spot that twitched, right?”
While listening to the boy’s flustered voice, his breathing growing heavier, she would rub between her own thighs and get wetter and wetter.
“If that boy makes even the slightest lewd sound at my words… I might come again just from hearing it. Min-gyu would probably come too while listening to my dirty talk and moans…”
That was the ending she had wanted tonight. Soiling herself with words of submission to her Master, pouring filthy words onto Min-gyu, using the sound of his breathing as fuel to drown in pleasure and fall asleep as if fainting. But at that exact moment, her husband had arrived. An earlier-than-planned return. An earlier-than-planned return to their bed. And with a gentle voice and smiling face: “How about a hot night tonight?”
To Song Jiwon, that face felt like an uninvited guest who should never have come.
She slightly changed direction from the convenience store and headed down to the underground parking lot. She carefully closed the driver’s side door of her car and locked it from inside. The narrowest, safest space in the world. She immediately pulled out her phone and opened Telegram. The familiar window still unread.
BitchMaster69
Her trembling fingertips began typing.
Please reply as quickly as you can…💦
My husband… came back.
A whole week early.
I was going to tell you before he arrived, but I thought there was still plenty of time…
Right now… he’s suggesting we have a hot night…
But… for the first time, I don’t want my husband’s body…😔
First, make sure Telegram notifications are silenced from the top bar of your phone.
Check silent mode too.
If there are any verification photos left in the secret folder, check them all right now.
If you haven’t deleted them, erase them immediately. Got it?
I already did everything exactly as you told me, Master…
Notifications are off, and the photos are organized…
I’m down in the car right now…😓
Min-gyu felt a brief sense of relief after reading that. But the feeling didn’t last long. The words “husband’s hot night suggestion” tore straight into his mind. Somewhere deep in his chest, jealousy throbbed cruelly, like grinding teeth.
“No.”
The thought of that pretty face taking that pathetic husband’s cock into her mouth, licking it, squeezing it so tightly it made no sense, then squirting like crazy when she got wet—letting that man finish inside that still-soft, girlish pink pussy—was repulsive. Jealousy and rage boiled violently inside him.
That perfectly tightening flesh, the hot arousal dripping to the edge of her lips, the trembling deep inside her pussy right before climax. The idea that some old man’s cock could enter there and come was unbearable. He couldn’t even close his eyes; the scene would appear the moment he did.
“No. That pussy… that mouth… that trembling… is already mine.”
He would never let that man open her pussy again. So he typed, short and decisive, yet vividly commanding, as if dominating the space between her legs.
It’s okay if you can’t listen to me often.
And I have one order.
Never give yourself to your husband.
From now on, no other cock is allowed inside that pretty pussy.
It’s mine.
You can only be used when I permit it.
Don’t misunderstand.
Don’t even think about opening it on your own.
Don’t get cocky, bitch.
Your pussy hole exists only for your Master.
When Song Jiwon read those lines, her breath nearly stopped. Her eyes widened, and her fingertips unconsciously brushed her cheek. A small but unmistakable smile spread across her lips.
“…Master… The only person who can call me a fucking bitch, a dog pussy. The only person who can scold me, forbid me, and use me however he wants. That’s Master.”
“Most men were kind to me. They said I was pretty. They respected me and put me on a pedestal… But they never controlled me. They just liked me. They never dominated me.”
“What I wanted… was this. Commands. Prohibition. Ownership…”
With trembling fingertips, she slowly pressed the keys. She sent a single line of submission to her Master.
I was scared you might say I’m no longer needed now that my husband is back…😢
But that was just needless worry.
In one line… I’m so happy right now.
I’ll never give myself to that man.
Ah… That was more than one line… It’s my overflowing love for you, Master..💗
Service Cut: Maybe I’ll dress her in a school uniform later under the pretext of training.