Song Jiwon, the Slut Getting Pounded Like a Rag in the Men's Restroom
“Any questions?”
A brief silence settled over the classroom.
Then Kim Mingyu, seated in the front row, raised his hand without hesitation. It was as if he had been waiting for this exact moment—quick and precise.
“Yes, Mingyu?”
“Teacher, why did Renaissance artists paint so many nudes? Even though society at the time was centered around religion, how were they able to depict such things?”
Song Jiwon gave Mingyu a faint smile at his question.
Of all people, it had to be Mingyu… He’s talented at drawing—exceptionally so. I even feel a little jealous of his skill.
But… he’s gloomy, and he doesn’t seem particularly popular with the girls either. For someone like that to be the first to ask a question…
“That’s a good question, Mingyu. The Renaissance was an era when humanism flourished. Artists of the time viewed the human body as God’s perfect creation, so nudity wasn’t considered blasphemous—it was seen as a way to praise God.”
She finished her explanation and began walking toward Mingyu’s desk.
Her high heels tapped rhythmically against the classroom floor, each click sending a subtle shiver through Mingyu’s ears and straight into his mind.
The black skirt that ended just above her knees swayed naturally with every step, and the bare skin of her legs beneath it gleamed softly under the fluorescent lights.
Skin like a peach ripened in sunlight.
The curves flowed from ankle to calf, then up to her thighs, refined like a sculpture. Her legs, elevated by high heels, looked like works of art themselves, impossible to look away from.
Mingyu watched her approach and bit down hard on his lip. His heart raced, and a strange heat pulled at his lower abdomen.
Fuck… It’s real. That well-proportioned teacher is my bitch. And now she’s going to fuck herself with my pen? Heh.
She acts so prim and proper, but in the end she’s just a rag that squirms at my commands. All women are the same… They just don’t realize they belong underneath.
Song Jiwon quietly stopped in front of his desk.
The moment she shifted her posture and bent her knees, the band of her pantyhose brushed against her thighs, the soft friction standing out strangely in the classroom’s silence.
Through the gaps between the buttons of her neat blouse, a hint of lace bra peeked out over her pale skin.
As she leaned forward toward Mingyu, her ample breasts spilled forward, stretching the fabric taut and revealing a deep, heavy cleavage.
That valley wasn’t just a curve—it was a dark, lewd trap that captured Mingyu’s gaze.
He could almost feel her body heat radiating from the shadowed cleft, and he instinctively swallowed.
“Could I borrow a writing utensil? The one I brought is too faint…”
Mingyu casually opened his pencil case. But inside, only the items he had deliberately prepared were waiting.
He had purposely filled it with thick, long, sturdy pens. Among them, he picked out the thickest black marker.
“Use this, Teacher. It shows up the best.”
The instant Song Jiwon took the marker, she sensed something in the brief silence.
This is it… That writing utensil… Ah… So it has to be Mingyu’s after all?
The marker in her hand felt strangely heavy. Thick, weighty… filling her palm completely.
Her face flushed hot at the sudden thought of where this would soon be going inside her body.
“Thank you, Mingyu.”
Forcing a smile, she returned to the podium and looked down at the marker in her hand.
Her fingertips were slick with sweat, and her hand trembled lightly every time she pointed the tip forward.
Even as she wrote on the whiteboard, her mind kept drifting elsewhere.
The fact that an art class was in session felt like nothing more than background noise to her right now.
With this… I’m going to… put that… inside me? Mingyu, of all people’s pen… inside my pussy…?
Even as she continued the lesson, her thoughts grew hotter and hotter. Her senses were completely dominated by this single small marker.
She was even more flustered by the realization that her body was recognizing it as something far more than just a writing tool.
About thirty minutes later, she caught her breath and announced free practice time.
“Alright, now try sketching freely using the techniques we learned today. I’ll give you about twenty minutes.”
As the students each opened their sketchbooks and began concentrating, Song Jiwon quietly walked to the front of the classroom.
Then she naturally stopped in front of Kim Mingyu’s desk.
“You’re doing well, Mingyu. Keep drawing.”
She smiled kindly on the surface, but her eyes were fixed on Mingyu’s face rather than his drawing.
Why did it have to be this kid… If you ignore his drawing skills, his looks and vibe are nothing special… There’s something unpleasant about him. And yet, with his thing…
It might have been easier if it had been someone like the soccer team’s Jung Chae.
Broad, solid shoulders, sharp features. If it had belonged to a boy like that, she wouldn’t be this conflicted right now.
She closed her eyes briefly and forced her emotions down. Then, with a blank expression, she left the classroom.
The moment Song Jiwon stepped out, murmurs erupted among the boys around Mingyu.
“Dude, isn’t Song-seonsaeng-nim actually insane today? Stockings and a miniskirt? For real?”
Junho whispered from the seat beside him.
“You could see her thighs every time she walked. They were seriously honey thighs.”
Taehyun leaned in from behind and chimed in.
“If the baseball stadium has Jiwon the cheerleader, we’ve got Song-seonsaeng-nim right here in class.”
Junho chuckled under his breath.
“But that thing peeking between the buttons… I think her bra was lace today.”
Taehyun leaned forward a little more.
“Really? Fuck. I missed it. Next time I’m gonna make up some excuse to stand at the front.”
Junho grinned, lips curling.
“But Song-seonsaeng-nim’s tits are fucking huge, right? Gotta be over an E-cup. If you got to touch tits like that, your whole life would change.”
One of the girls shot back sharply at Taehyun’s words.
“Shut your mouths. You idiots. Don’t you know that’s disrespectful to the teacher?”
The room went quiet for a moment, but soon the whispering started up again.
Mingyu listened to their conversation and smiled quietly to himself.
Pfft. Poor bastards. They only see what’s in front of them. They have no idea where that Song Jiwon is going right now.
Right now she’s following my orders, going to fuck herself with my marker. You guys can only imagine… I’m the one actually controlling her.
At the same time, Song Jiwon checked her surroundings once more in front of the men’s restroom at the end of the hallway before carefully stepping inside.
Between her pantyhose and lace panties beneath her skirt, a damp moisture was already spreading.
The distinct ammonia smell unique to men’s restrooms stung her nose, but even that only excited her further.
She entered the farthest stall, quickly locked the door, and pulled out her phone to open Telegram.
Song Jiwon took one more deep breath. Then she slowly climbed up onto the toilet.
Her high-heeled feet carefully stepped up, and she hiked her skirt all the way to her waist. Her pantyhose were pulled down to her thighs.
Beneath them, her black lace panties were soaked, the wetness clearly revealing her state.
Another deep breath. She carefully pushed her panties to one side.
Her exposed pussy was already wet with heat in the steamy air, her clit swollen and engorged.
Song Jiwon picked up her phone. She carefully propped it against the wall, adjusting the angle so the lens pointed directly at her pussy.
This position… It’s so explicit…
The reality of squatting on the toilet lid, aiming her own pussy at the camera, was humiliating… and unbearably arousing at the same time.
But… will my pussy look pretty on camera?
She was surprised by her own thought. The same woman who stood as a composed teacher in front of her students was now worrying about the angle of her pussy because she wanted someone to see it.
If I’m going to show it anyway… I want to look like a filthy, horny bitch… Filthy words… What should I say…
Her mind was opening before her body. The desires she had suppressed for so long were now slipping out from inside Song Jiwon in this moment.
Song Jiwon pressed the record button with trembling fingers. The camera turned on, and she opened her mouth as if speaking to herself.
She was already standing on the toilet lid, squatting with her legs spread in high heels. Her skirt was completely hiked up to her waist, and her black lace panties were pushed to one side.
Beneath them, her pink, glistening wet pussy was fully exposed to the camera.
Don’t think… just say it… just…
“Hello… Master. This is your horny bitch teacher… Right now… I’m in the school men’s restroom… I came here to fuck my pussy… with a student’s pen…”
Song Jiwon carefully lifted the marker. The black body felt thick and solid in her hand.
She slowly brought the rounded tip toward her pussy and pressed it lightly against her clit.
“Ah… hngh…”
Her already-wet pussy was ready to swallow the marker with its slick heat. Her folds parted, her clit swollen.
“A dirty teacher… masturbating with a student’s thing…”
She muttered while rubbing the marker against herself. Clear fluids dripped down, coating the black marker with a glossy sheen.
Then, suddenly, her paused hand moved again.
She pushed her panties further aside and spread her pussy entrance with two fingers. She stretched the narrow, wet gap wide open so the camera could see even deeper inside.
Ah… This is too explicit…
But she didn’t stop.
“Can you see… my pussy lips clearly…? All the way inside… too…?”
Her tone grew rougher. Her mouth had become obscenely vulgar, even to her own surprise.
“Ungh… It feels so good… Master…”
She slowly pushed the marker into her soaked entrance. The solid marker slid in, forcing its way into her pussy.
“Aah… That kid’s marker… is going inside my pussy…”
Squelch, squelch. Fluids flowed, coating her fingers.
Every time she pulled it out, sticky sounds echoed, and her breathing grew rougher. Her skin flushed pink, and her hardened nipples pushed visibly against the fabric of her blouse.
“Ah… Doing something like this… In front of the students… I’m supposed to be a proper teacher… Ah…”
Song Jiwon began thrusting the marker faster and deeper. Her swollen clit was flushed red and engorged, and her pussy kept dripping without pause.
She spread her folds wide with her left hand. The wet gap opened completely, revealing her pink insides clearly to the camera.
Every time the marker moved in and out, her slick inner walls clung to the black body before peeling away with a sticky sound.
“Ah… Master… Are you watching…? A horny bitch is fucking her pussy… with a student’s thing…”
She spoke toward the camera while thrusting the marker more roughly in and out.
Schlick, schlick, squelch.
Obscene sounds echoed through the restroom. Fluids ran down the marker, over her fingers, and all the way to her wrist.
When she pulled the marker out and rubbed it against her clit, her entire body trembled. The slick surface wrapped around the sensitive bud, and a sharp breath escaped her.
The sticky fluids that had flowed from her pussy ran along her folds, past her perineum, and down to her anus.
The clear liquid pooled near her asshole, dripping with soft ‘plop, plop’ sounds into the toilet bowl. The insides of her thighs were shiny and soaked.
Every time she shifted position, strings of arousal stretched and sparkled in the air.
“Hngh… Good… My clit is so sensitive…”
She circled the marker around her clit before pushing it back inside. Her clinging inner walls accepted it smoothly, swallowing it deep.
She paused for a moment, pulled the marker out, checked the camera angle, and tilted her face so her lips and chin would be visible on screen.
Then she brought the tip of the marker, drenched in her fluids, close to her lips.
“Master…? I was curious… what it tastes like…”
Her pink tongue licked the tip of the marker. She tasted the fluids that had come from her own pussy, and a moan slipped out.
“Mmm… Salty… and sweet…”
She took the marker deeper into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the black body, her tongue stretching out to lick it thoroughly.
“It’s been so long… since I sucked a cock… I’ll pretend this is Master’s cock…”
She was startled by her own words, but an even deeper arousal followed.
She hollowed her cheeks and sucked on the marker. Wet sounds filled her mouth as she slowly moved her head, as if sucking a real cock.
“Master… Your cock tastes good… I want it deeper…”
When she tried to push the marker deeper into her throat, her body flinched at the rising gag reflex.
Aah… Just a little more… Master’s cock…
Saliva ran down the marker. The liquid dripping from her chin fell onto her blouse, and the fabric clung to her body from the heat.
After catching her breath, she bit down on the marker again. She licked it slowly with the tip of her tongue, wrapping her lips around it stickily.
The mixture of saliva and her pussy fluids created a slick, sticky scent that spread through the air.
“Haa… I’m sorry… I’ll fuck myself again…”
She sucked on it once more with loud ‘schlup schlup’ sounds before bringing the marker back to her pussy.
This time she was rough. Fast and deep. With loud ‘schlick schlick’ sounds, her pussy swallowed the marker as if devouring it.
“Hngh… Aang… Haa… Master… I… I think I’m going to come soon…”
The marker that had been thrusting inside her pushed even deeper, while her other hand began rubbing her clit.
Her thighs trembled, and her pussy clenched tightly around the marker as if trying to crush it.
“Ah… Aaaah… I’m coming… I’m coming… Aaaah!”
She reached her climax, her entire body shaking. With a ‘squirt,’ fluids gushed from her pussy like a fountain, and the marker stayed buried deep inside the wave.
For a while she remained squatting on the toilet, panting, unable to let go of the marker in her trembling hand.
Only the sound of her breathing echoed in the restroom. Her soaked blouse clung to her body, clearly showing the movement of her breasts.
“Haa… Haa…”
Fluids dripped from beneath the toilet with soft ‘plop, plop’ sounds. Her thighs and stockings were shiny and drenched.
A moment later, Song Jiwon came to her senses and carefully pulled the marker out. Her pussy felt empty in its wake.
She held the marker up toward the camera. Sticky fluids stretched in strings before dripping down.
It really feels like I had a pen stuck in my pussy. I’ve become a pencil case…
“Master… I’m sorry… You didn’t say I could come… but I did anyway…”
She kept her face out of frame and lowered her head as she spoke quietly.
“I got too excited… I couldn’t control myself…”
She left the marker on the desk without wiping it. Still coated in her fluids, it had to be returned to her master that way.
“I’ll end the recording now, Master. I need to go back to class…”