Fill Me Up... Pussy, Ass, and All the Way to the Womb...♥

Song Jiwon set her coffee cup down on the table.

In this house, now completely hers alone, the morning breeze slipped over her body as she stood before the window wearing nothing but panties. Her breasts were fully exposed without even a slip, and one nipple brushed lightly against the glass, swaying gently in the wind as though deliberately rubbing against it.

She leaned her shoulders back, straightening her spine and pushing her chest out further. Cool air kissed her nipples. Heat thickened stickily inside her panties.

"Haah… Fuck… It feels so good…"

The words slipped out naturally with her breath. Yet the moment they left her lips, Song Jiwon startled herself.

‘…Did I just swear?’

She had never spoken such crude words in her life. She had believed there would never be a situation or a person that would make her do so. But now, so casually, as naturally as breathing, the profanity felt unfamiliar—and strangely, wonderfully good.

"Umm… Fuck… Fuck…? Shit!!… It feels a little awkward… I need more practice…"

She gave a small laugh, surprised at her own words, then glanced at the phone on the table.

‘Ah, right… Master.’

Heat flooded her mind again. The sticky sensation inside her panties grew sharper.

‘I have to report this… This feeling… right now…’

She snatched up the phone in a rush and opened Telegram, her fingers flying across the screen without pause as she began typing to her master.

Song Jiwon sent the messages, then crossed her legs slightly before picking up her coffee. Beneath the loosely hanging panty strings, the faint outline of her pussy pressed softly against the fabric, shifting with the sunlight. As she leaned toward the window, her unbound breasts swayed naturally with the motion, making her feel like a ripe, well-bred female.

While sending messages, she spread and closed her legs. Between the loose panty fabric, her pussy peeked out. The damp fabric curled upward, revealing even the fine, slightly parted slit above her pubic hair. Her breasts slid back and forth with each breath, nipples stiff from the breeze.

She took a sip of coffee. The bitterness barely registered. What she felt first, more vividly, was the sticky wetness trapped in her panties, waking her entire body.

After sending the message, Song Jiwon kept her head lowered, staring only at the smartphone screen. Her eyes, waiting for the “read” indicator, were wet with anticipation, anxiety, and excitement. She slowly set the coffee cup down and brought both hands to her breasts. They were firm and heavy. When her fingers touched them, the taut elasticity pushed back against her palms, and her erect nipples brushed against her fingertips as though tense.

"Am I… a bitch pussy…? Umm… Is that right~? I’m a bitch pussy~?"

It was the first time she had ever said such words. They were not habit or instinct. It was simply a pure, intense desire to look good in front of her master someday. That desire parted her lips and drew the words out.

"Master’s cock… please fuck me…"

The moment the words left her mouth, Song Jiwon squeezed her eyes shut. Shame crashed over her like a wave, yet she could not stop. Strangely, the words clung to her tongue. They did not feel awkwardly unpleasant; instead, they excited her so much that goosebumps rose across her skin… and it felt wonderful.

‘Just a little more… I have to sound cheap, like a real bitch pussy…’

"…Spread me wide… and cum inside… Fill my pussy until it overflows… Haang…"

Her voice rose gradually. Her fingers grew rougher. One hand pinched and twisted a nipple while the other slipped inside her panties. The inside was already soaked with pussy juice; the moment her fingers entered, a wet squelch sounded as they pushed deep.

“Please spread my ass too…♥

Open both my pussy and ass… make them filthy, really like a bitch…

Fill me all the way to the end of my womb… with Master’s cum… completely, truly fill me up…”

She leaned back against the sofa and slowly, yet brazenly, spread her legs. Her thighs parted with a soft sound, fully exposing the pussy still covered by her panties.

"…Haah… Master, are you watching right now?"

She knew he could not possibly be watching, yet she wanted to say it anyway. She imagined him standing right in front of her, savoring how obscenely she was falling apart.

She pushed the panty string aside with her thumb. A faint sticky sound came from the fabric clinging to her pussy. When the wet entrance met the air, her body twitched on its own.

"Hnn… How does this bitch’s pussy look, Master…?

A bitch pussy dripping and twitching with juice…

If I do this… will I look like the horny bitch you want..?"

Asking herself, yet assuming her master could hear, she practiced the vulgar, cheap words once more.

"I’ll spread my ass too…

Open it wide together ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with my pussy… while you fuck them in turns…

When your cum reaches my womb… Hnn…

I’ll really go crazy for you and only you…"

Using both hands, she spread the space between her pussy and asshole wide, exposing herself lewdly as though offering a photo to her master. Of course no one was there, but the fantasy that he was watching drove her deeper into arousal.

"If I do this… will you praise me, Master?

Or will you say I’m still not good enough..?"

And then—

The typing indicator appeared in the chat bubble.

Song Jiwon held her breath. She quickly closed her obscenely spread legs. Her hands, which had been groping her breasts and pussy, froze. She clutched the smartphone tightly with both hands, as though trying to crawl inside the screen to hear her master’s breathing. Her eyes, trembling with anticipation, stared at only one spot.

Then the message arrived.

At that short message, excitement surged through Song Jiwon’s entire body like an electric current. She lifted the coffee cup again as if to cover her mouth, but her hands were already trembling faintly.

After sending the message, Mingyu felt the strength drain from him.

‘Haa… Fuck, thank god…’

Mingyu let out a deep breath.

‘I was worried that bastard might actually fuck this bitch’s pussy…’

As her master, he had not been able to contact her first. Showing any emotion too openly could have ruined everything. If Song Jiwon had leaned back toward her husband, it would have been truly over.

…So he had no choice but to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wait. For the board not to collapse, for her to return on her own. For her to pick up the leash that had fallen from his hand, fasten it around her own neck, and call him “Master” again.

And finally, a message notification appeared on the Telegram window.

‘HornyBitchTeacher’

And after that, the lewd and devoted confession that poured out.