If You're Recording... Make Sure My Face Shows Up Too. Aang~♥
Min-gyu couldn't focus throughout the entire class.
The equations and concept explanations written on the board no longer registered in his mind.
While he sat hunched over his desk gripping a pen, his gaze had already drifted back to her.
By now, Song Jiwon was probably teaching in the classroom next door. Standing in front of her students, delivering her lesson with a serious expression. Skirt neatly arranged, toes pointed straight ahead.
But beneath those tidy clothes, inside that body...
‘If I ordered her right now... would she strip?’
Min-gyu slowly rolled the pen beneath his desk. She was ready to obey any command he gave. But was that really true? Or was there still some part of her mind drawing a line between reality and fantasy?
‘How much more... can she accept?’
‘Has she... truly reached the point where she can completely break down in front of her real master?’
Min-gyu stopped rolling the pen and stared intently at his notebook.
‘Should I doodle on that bitch’s body?’ On her chest, below her navel, or maybe on the inside of her thighs and inside her panties. If he wrote “Mine” and recorded it...
Would she be able to endure it to the end?
‘If she can, then she’s truly become completely submissive.’
Min-gyu quietly took out his phone. His fingers naturally tapped her name. She was in class right now, but this message would definitely move her.
After pressing send, Min-gyu flipped his phone over and quietly drew in a breath. The moment class ended, she would come. And this time, it was finally time to test everything.
After all classes finished, Song Jiwon quietly looked down at her phone.
“Teacher, could you come to that practice room from last time?”
The sentence was short and polite, but the meaning inside was far too clear.
‘Oh my...’
The corner of her mouth curled upward.
‘Our... little master... What does he want to do today?’
Suppressing her excited heart, Song Jiwon slowly rose from her seat. She tidied her bag, adjusted her blouse collar with her fingertips, stood briefly in front of the podium, then headed straight for the practice building.
The school had fallen into the quiet that comes after afternoon classes. Only the sound of her high heels echoed down the hallway.
When she arrived at the practice room door, she quietly placed her hand on the handle. She opened the door slightly and peeked inside—Min-gyu was sitting alone on a chair, waiting for her.
‘As expected... he came first.’
Without a word, Song Jiwon quietly stepped inside. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she closed the door behind her with a soft click and locked it from the inside.
Inside this space, she was no longer “Teacher.”
With both hands neatly clasped in front of her, she quietly approached Min-gyu.
“Did you call for me, Master~?”
A small, affectionate voice. As if she already knew everything that was about to happen.
Min-gyu slowly raised his head and looked at her, then spoke briefly and concisely.
“Bring a chair... and sit in front of me.”
Song Jiwon smiled and nodded slightly.
“Yes~”
She picked up a chair from the corner of the practice room and carefully carried it over to place in front of where Min-gyu sat. During that brief movement, her black see-through blouse swayed softly, revealing the faint outline of the black bra underneath. The blouse was made of such thin material that whenever light hit it, the lace lines of the bra and the skin beneath peeked through.
Even the slightest lean forward made her cleavage and the edges of the bra cups faintly visible. Below that, the tight mini skirt clung perfectly to the curve of her hips as she moved the chair, riding up slightly along her thighs with every motion. Her bare legs without stockings. The lines of her thighs and calves swayed softly with each step, and her ankles above the high heels were drawn together with tension.
After setting the chair down in front of Min-gyu, she quietly sat. Back straight, thighs pressed neatly together. Both hands resting primly on her knees, her gaze quietly fixed on Min-gyu. That single posture alone made her look like a perfectly trained maid.
Yet the faint outline of her breasts visible through the see-through blouse, the suggestive flash of inner thigh beneath the skirt hem, and the subtle tremor in her otherwise quiet eyes clearly said:
‘Today as well... I’m completely ready.’
Min-gyu simply watched Song Jiwon’s composed posture in silence. The sight of her sitting neatly with both hands on her knees was terrifyingly beautiful. The curve of her black bra showed softly through the light-penetrated see-through blouse, and her bare legs stretched straight beneath the fitted skirt. Looking at her sitting like that before him, Min-gyu suddenly swallowed.
‘This woman... is waiting for me right now.’
After a small flinch, Min-gyu quietly opened his mouth.
“I... today...”
His voice trembled slightly. But soon, meeting her eyes, he continued.
“Today... I want to... clearly mark you... as mine.”
Song Jiwon blinked and tilted her head. Smiling as if she found the words cute, she replied,
“But... Master... You already marked me so thoroughly inside my pussy last time... I can still feel it twitching inside me... Was that not enough for you...?”
Min-gyu lowered his head slightly and said,
“Back then... I didn’t really feel like I was your true master.”
Slowly raising his head, he spoke with certainty.
“So... I’m thinking of writing directly on your body. With letters. And recording it.”
A brief silence. Those words were clearly something an ordinary woman would flinch and recoil from. But Song Jiwon instead wore a small, delighted smile.
‘Ah... Our little master is finally going to claim his place properly.’
She found the declaration unbearably lovely. She only wanted to kneel down first and clear the path for him.
“By recording... do you mean photos? Or... video?”
Her voice was quiet as she asked. There was no rejection in her eyes. Instead, a hint of excited anticipation showed.
Min-gyu flinched for a moment. Thinking she might feel pressured, he quickly shook his head.
“Ah... I was originally thinking of video... but I was wondering if just photos would be better...”
At that moment, Song Jiwon lightly pursed her lips.
“Oh my... I prefer video.”
She slowly leaned her upper body forward and looked up at Min-gyu.
“It would be better for you to watch too... and if you want to see it again later, having the moving image would be nice, right...?”
Her words were gentle, but they carried clear loyalty and devotion. Her eyes said she was willing to help Min-gyu become her “true master.”
Min-gyu pressed his lips together and nodded. It seemed no more words were needed—yet he muttered quietly,
“Ah... right... still... even so... we can make sure your face doesn’t show...”
Those words weren’t really out of consideration for her, but rather a timid excuse born from worrying she might dislike it. Just then, Song Jiwon quietly reached out and gently placed her hand over the back of Min-gyu’s hand. Her moist, soft warmth enveloped his fingertips.
“Master. It’s okay.”
She spoke softly and affectionately.
“You don’t have to read my mood like that. You should handle me however you want. Have confidence...”
She lowered her gaze slightly, then looked straight back into Min-gyu’s eyes.
“Please let my face show. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Her voice was quiet, but the meaning inside burned hot.
“You want my face and my vulgar, broken expression to appear in that video, don’t you?”
Min-gyu couldn’t answer. He only swallowed. Song Jiwon wore a faint smile and whispered quietly,
“But... I’ll only accept that consideration in spirit.”
“I’m... truly yours now. So it’s okay to leave my face properly in that video too.”
At Song Jiwon’s words, her gaze, and the warmth of her fingertips, Min-gyu finally felt a little relieved.
‘It’s real. She’s... completely submitting to me right now.’
Once that realization settled deep in his chest, Min-gyu no longer hesitated. He quietly opened his mouth.
“Strip. Everything.”
Those words were more direct and intense than any command he had given before. But Song Jiwon only smiled softly.
“Yes, Master.”
Without another word, she turned around. She walked toward the window side of the practice room. Since nude drawing classes were occasionally held here, curtains had already been installed facing inward. With practiced movements, she unhooked the curtain rings at the edge and slowly, carefully blocked the view to the outside completely. The soft sensation of the fabric descending. Beneath it, the quiet sound of her high heels echoed.
After drawing the curtains, Song Jiwon slowly turned back. Min-gyu had already taken out his smartphone and switched it to recording mode. After a moment of hesitation, he fixed the phone on the practice easel. The lens pointed exactly at where she would be.
‘I don’t need a canvas. Today my canvas... is that bitch.’
Where his gaze landed, the black bra’s outline showed softly through the see-through blouse, and her bare legs were neatly pressed together beneath the tight skirt.
Song Jiwon quietly stood before Min-gyu. Then she slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. First button. Second. Third. The thin blouse parted gently, revealing the boundary between bra and skin. Her fingertips were not rough. She was carefully, lovingly stripping herself.
After removing the blouse and placing it beside the chair, she lightly hooked her fingers under the bra straps and lifted them. Min-gyu held his breath and watched. Song Jiwon moved as if this were a stage meant only for her master, performing each motion of undressing slowly and deliberately.
When the bra slid down her shoulders, Song Jiwon’s breasts—previously only visible through fabric—were fully revealed before Min-gyu. A thin sheen of sweat glistened deep in her cleavage. One nipple was slightly hardened and perked. The full, elastic curves rose and fell subtly with each breath. Her areolas stood out clearly, blatantly declaring, “This is the chest of a completely aroused bitch.”
Min-gyu gripped his knee with one hand and reflexively drew in a breath. Then Song Jiwon quietly pulled down the side zipper of her tight mini skirt with her fingertips. As the zipper made a soft “shk—” sound and descended, the skirt that had clung to her skin slowly slid down along the curve of her hips. The moment the skirt dropped below her thighs, Min-gyu’s gaze instinctively dropped lower.
Black panties. The thin material clung damply, the wet patch faintly visible. The legs extending beneath drew an impossibly alluring curve. Red marks from the skirt hem pressed into her inner thighs, revealing just how tight her clothing had been. Her hips were beyond imagination—narrowing dramatically at the waist before flaring naturally outward. The thin skin stretched taut over her hip bones looked so erotic he wanted to press his fingers against it.
‘Insane... really... hips like that...?’
Min-gyu swallowed a curse and breathed heavily. At that moment, Jiwon’s fingertips touched the waistband of her panties.
“I should take off my panties too, Master.”
A low, clear voice. It held not shame, but the joy of submission. She slowly began pushing her panties down from her hips. With the motion, the deeply curved hip line was revealed, and soft flesh overlapped gently above her thighs. When the panties reached mid-thigh, her carefully trimmed pubic hair came into view. Fine, soft strands lay neatly in place, and between them, thinly wet flesh glistened subtly. Tiny droplets of arousal clung between the hairs, looking as though they might stick at the slightest touch. It seemed to carry a sign that read, “Ready for use right now.”
Now she stood completely naked before Min-gyu, wearing only her high heels. She stood before him with nothing to hide her.
“Now... my body... becomes Master’s canvas, doesn’t it?”
A small, soft voice spread gently through the quiet practice room. Min-gyu was momentarily speechless. Song Jiwon’s bare body stood right in front of him. Her moist, wet pussy. Her wide hips. The soft flesh flowing over her thighs. And those eyes looking straight at him, soaked in submission.
Min-gyu drew a breath and spoke quietly.
“...Yeah. That’s right.”
“The words I write... probably won’t be nice words.”
Those words might have sounded like consideration for her—an advance warning that the graffiti could be humiliating and crude. But Song Jiwon quietly tilted her head and stepped closer. As if she had been waiting even for those words, she whispered,
“Really...?”
Song Jiwon quietly drew a breath and repeated Min-gyu’s words.
“Haa... I’m looking forward to it, Master.”
With her eyes lowered and a careful smile, she slowly moved both hands as if trying to suppress her excitement. Her hands brushed over her breasts, passed softly below her navel, traced along her hips and inner thighs, then stopped above her pussy. There, she spread both hands and carefully parted her own folds. The wet inner flesh was laid bare. In that state, Song Jiwon looked straight into the camera lens. That gaze was not for Min-gyu. It was a look of submission meant only for the “Master” who would watch the video.
“Here... write as much as you want... however you like, Master.”
“I’m... ready.”
Her voice was low and calm, yet it clearly contained the submission of a bitch spreading herself open and waiting, along with the thrill and devotion of willingly offering the humiliating marks that would be left on her body as a recorded gift to her master. Right now, she displayed herself to the lens rather than to Min-gyu’s eyes. She wanted to prove with her entire body that even in that future moment when Min-gyu rewatched the video, she had remained faithfully submissive. Every action was not for the present, but an attitude hoping to deliver “recorded submission” as a gift to her master—and for herself, it was the act of fastening a collar she could never remove.