Even More Than That, Master...
After he came, Min-gyu remained seated on the floor of the practice room for quite a while, simply catching his breath.
When he finally thrust his cock deep inside her one last time and released a thick, heavy load straight into her womb, Song Jiwon kept her hips slightly raised, accepting every drop.
After some time passed, she slowly and carefully pulled his cock out of her pussy.
"Haa… It’s still moving inside me… Your cum is still throbbing…"
Min-gyu’s shaft was slick with semen and her juices. She took the tip into her mouth as if tending to it with care, swirling her tongue around the head and licking away the remaining cum.
"I can’t let it get dirty…"
Breathing quietly, Song Jiwon took his entire cock into her mouth. She slowly ran her tongue over the sticky mixture of cum and love juices coating its surface.
"Hnn… Slurp…"
Her mouth was filled with his scent and salty taste, yet she pursed her lips as if it were only natural and cleaned him thoroughly, refusing to leave even a single drop behind.
Meanwhile, the heavy residue between her thighs began to trickle down. Song Jiwon spread her legs slightly and squeezed her pussy muscles.
Gluck—
Drip…
The thick semen that had been lodged deep in her womb flowed out in heavy, viscous strands.
"Haa… There’s still so much inside…"
She looked down at the sticky mess of cum and pussy juice on the floor, then reached down with her hand. Once again she clenched, pushing out whatever remained.
Squish— Drip…
The sound of it falling. The traces spreading beneath her like foreign marks.
Song Jiwon reached for a wet wipe.
"It has to stay clean… It’s Master’s cock, after all…"
She gently wiped his now-cleaned shaft once more, this time with her fingertips instead of her mouth. Then she carefully wiped her own thighs and the area around her pussy, treating her body with the same loving care she gave his.
Finally, she wiped away every last drop of semen and pussy juice that had fallen or splattered onto the floor. The sight of her kneeling and cleaning up the evidence was unmistakably that of a devoted bitch tidying after her own use.
"Min-gyu…"
She looked up and called his name softly.
"You know, right? This… is our little secret."
Then she smiled—bright and lovely, as if she hadn’t just had her womb flooded moments ago.
"Thank you for today. It really… felt amazing."
After saying that, she straightened her clothes, picked up her bag, and quietly left the practice room with slightly unsteady steps.
The two of them returned to their respective homes as if nothing had happened.
Less than an hour later, Min-gyu’s phone vibrated.
A Telegram message from the username HornyBitchTeacher.
Min-gyu stared blankly at the screen for a moment.
‘Fuck… She’s really reporting every little detail like this?’
The same woman who had been moaning on top of him just moments ago was now kneeling before her anonymous “Master” inside the chat, giving a full report.
‘I must be a damn good actor…’
A bitter smile tugged at his lips.
She still believed she was sending these messages to her online Master, completely unaware that the cock she had just taken belonged to the boy right in front of her.
But now… the mask was no longer necessary.
At that moment, Min-gyu decided he would fully merge the anonymous “Master” persona with his real self.
The fake online Master had to disappear. The one she should submit to wasn’t some masked figure in Telegram—it was the real Min-gyu who had just thrust his cock into her.
He began typing the message that would make that final step happen.
The Telegram chat closed. Song Jiwon slowly set her phone down beside the bed. Even though the screen had gone dark, the Master’s words still echoed vividly in her mind.
‘Act like a head maid…’
‘Don’t teach him arrogantly—show him the way carefully…’
‘Present yourself so he climbs on top…’
A small, playful smile formed on her lips.
"Head maid… serving… attending…"
She murmured the words softly to herself and slowly sat up. The heavy sensation still lingered between her thighs, and the inside of her legs felt slightly sticky.
She took a small plastic case out of her bag. The last pill in the row marked with thin lines. She placed it on her tongue and swallowed it without water.
‘Hmm… Today’s the twenty-first day… So I’ll need a week off the pills.’
It wasn’t an emotional thought—just her usual routine, the common habit of a couple not yet planning for children.
After putting the case back in her bag, Song Jiwon quietly finished tidying up and headed to the bathroom. With every step, her pussy still tingled inside.
She needed a shower. But what remained on her body wasn’t just sweat or fatigue—it was the lingering warmth of Min-gyu’s cum from last night, the presence of him still deep in her womb.
"Hnn… My clumsy young Master…"
She let out a small laugh at the lewd feeling those words gave her.
"It’s like something out of a Japanese manga…"
At the same time, another thought surfaced.
‘Me… Min-gyu’s maid bitch…? Ah… calling him “young Master” feels even lewder somehow…’
She turned on the shower and let the warm water run over her, slowly spreading her thighs. Min-gyu’s cum was still trickling out of her pussy. She scooped the slick fluid with her fingertips, a smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
"Hehe~ My young Master’s cum…"
She laughed softly and began to clean her pussy—gently, as if caressing and serving it at the same time.
"This big sister will raise you properly…"
"So that with just one word from you… I’ll drop to the floor and lick your toes like a proper bitch…"
"I’ll make you into that… my cute, lewd… young Master…"
Beneath the sound of running water, her soft murmurs drifted through the steam.
The next morning, Min-gyu walked toward school as usual. But after only a few steps, he noticed a silhouette standing by the roadside.
A woman, standing still like a painting. A short miniskirt and high heels—those two things alone were enough. Her long legs were pressed together with tension, and her calves, stretched by the high heels, carried an almost sculptural tightness. Her waist curved inward, and the smooth line of her upper body flowed downward. She turned her head slightly, as if waiting for someone.
‘She’s waiting.’
Min-gyu slowed his pace. At that moment, a passing student greeted Song Jiwon.
"Good morning, teacher!"
She nodded gently with a soft smile and raised one hand in return. The gesture was perfectly measured—elegant, warm, and feminine. No one would ever imagine anything lewd from that smile.
But Min-gyu knew. Beneath that refined exterior was the same face that had swallowed his cock to the hilt last night, the same breath that had begged for his cum with her thighs spread wide.
She was Song Jiwon. The world would continue to remember her as a dignified teacher, but right now, she was a bitch waiting for Min-gyu.
On this ordinary morning, she looked at him with her usual calm expression and smiled softly.
"Min-gyu."
He hesitated for a split second but simply nodded without changing his expression. The two of them began walking side by side in silence, a palm’s width of space between their shoulders—nothing more than a teacher and student heading to school.
After a few steps, Song Jiwon spoke quietly.
"Walking to school together with Master…?"
Her smile was bright and warm, yet her words carried a clear note of submission. No one else could understand the meaning, but her eyes were unwavering. It was a vow that yesterday’s events were not a one-time thing—that their master-servant relationship would continue from today onward.
Min-gyu pressed his lips together. Outwardly he showed nothing, but inside, something began to boil.
‘Yesterday I was calling her a bitch and a fucking slut without hesitation…’
Those words still lingered on the tip of his tongue. But now, faced with her standing so straight and proper on the way to school, he couldn’t bring himself to say them.
He looked away carefully. Song Jiwon was watching him with a serene face—the clear, neat face of a teacher. The moment their eyes met, the word “bitch” caught in his throat.
So in the end, the only thing that came out was—
"…Huh? Ah… yeah…"
His voice trailed off awkwardly, and he quickly looked away, embarrassed even at himself.
Song Jiwon watched him for a moment, then smiled quietly—a small, lovely smile. She took one small step closer, close enough that their arms wouldn’t brush, yet the distance was perfectly natural. Then she whispered softly.
"I’ve never seen a Master speak so politely to his own bitch…"
Her voice was clear and gentle, but it carried an unmistakable order.
"When no one’s around… call me Jiwon-ah… or just… bitch. That would make me happy, Master…❤️"
There was a hint of excitement in her words—the joy of submission, the satisfaction of being chosen as his bitch. She smiled quietly and looked into his eyes. Though her smile was neat and composed, the meaning behind it was anything but.
He parted his lips but couldn’t find any words. At that moment, she spoke again, softly and with a gentle smile.
"If it feels too burdensome to treat me that way…"
She tilted her head slightly and leaned in closer.
"Then please think of me as your maid…?"
Her tone was so feminine and proper that it almost sounded like she was simply offering to help with class preparations. But the whisper that followed was unmistakable.
"Think of me as your maid whose only duty is to serve and attend to you, Master. Would that be all right…?"
This single line, spoken while lowering herself with a gentle smile, struck Min-gyu’s heart harder than any lewd word could have. She truly believed it—and she wanted that role.
On the surface, she was just a teacher speaking neatly. But in truth, she was standing there as his complete and willing maid.
As they entered the main building, their steps slowed. At the end of the hallway was the art classroom Min-gyu needed to reach, while Song Jiwon’s private office lay in the opposite direction. Their separate spaces. They would soon have to part ways.
They stopped in the center of the hall, wearing ordinary expressions—just a teacher preparing for class and a student heading to one. In that brief silence, Min-gyu carefully opened his mouth.
"Then… yesterday’s thing… again…"
He couldn’t finish the sentence. The words caught in his throat. His lips trembled slightly, and his gaze dropped to the floor.
At that moment, Song Jiwon drew a quiet breath and glanced around. The hallway was empty. The door to the teachers’ room was still closed, and the stairwell was deserted. She exhaled and quickly leaned in.
Her lips met his—soft, careful, and trembling. It was a short, cautious kiss, yet it carried the same sensation of her tightening around his cock the night before. The scent of her cheek brushed against him. Her eyes closed as she pressed gently, then pulled away.
After their lips parted, she looked into his eyes and quickly checked their surroundings once more. Confirming no one was there, she slowly smiled.
"Yesterday’s thing…?"
She narrowed her eyes slightly, as if catching her breath.
"Even more than that, Master… If that’s what you want… every hole inside me will stay open for your cock… vulgar, lewd, and always ready… like a proper bitch…❤️"
Her voice was low, the words lingering. Her eyes were moist with excited joy and complete, tamed submission—like a thoroughly domesticated animal.