Master... My Resident Registration Number Is... 930423...
Warning: This post contains highly explicit illustrations and animated clips. Please look around and scroll down.
All students, the protagonist, and other appearing characters are adults.
Kim Mingyu swallowed hard.
The sight of her sitting in the chair completely naked was far more breathtaking than he had imagined.
Her bare skin was fully exposed between her legs. Her knees were straight above the high heels, and her pussy glistened wetly between them. Every detail was captured by the lens.
“That… that pose…”
He spoke slowly.
“…Put your hands behind your head. Like… interlock your fingers.”
His voice trembled slightly. It sounded more like a request than a command, careful and hesitant.
But Song Jiwon nodded and calmly raised both hands behind her head.
She spread her elbows and pushed her shoulders back, causing her breasts to thrust forward naturally. As her arms rose, the smooth skin between them—especially the soft flesh of her armpits—was gently revealed in the light.
She knew exactly what she was showing.
“Oh dear… like this…”
Song Jiwon murmured with an embarrassed little laugh.
“My armpits are completely exposed… It’s so embarrassing… aah…”
Her voice trembled at the end, yet it was soaked in clear submissive excitement.
The pose with her hands raised above her head left her utterly defenseless. A single glance could see every inch of her body.
With a faint smile, Song Jiwon quietly looked up at Kim Mingyu. There was no doubt or resistance in her eyes.
Embarrassing, but I’ll gladly do it.
She was offering herself to him.
Calmly, maturely, she was slowly surrendering herself right in front of his eyes.
Kim Mingyu’s lips pressed together as if he had lost his words. His gaze naturally drifted between Song Jiwon’s legs. He swallowed again.
What he saw there was real flesh. A real pussy. No filter, no covering.
“Your… legs…”
Kim Mingyu spoke in a small voice.
“Spread them a little wider for me.”
His tone still stuttered, but raw desire was unmistakable beneath it.
Song Jiwon drew a short breath. Then she nodded and slowly parted her thighs further.
“Yes… spreading them like this is what Master wanted, right…? Haah… I love commands like this…”
Her voice trembled, filled with genuine thrill. She didn’t hide how deeply aroused she was by the order, even while feeling ashamed.
The tips of her high heels slid outward, opening her thighs wider. Now not only the outline of her pussy but the inside was clearly visible. Between her slightly parted lips, juices that seemed to be waiting for his cock slowly trickled down.
To Kim Mingyu, she looked exactly like a bitch in heat. The sight was raw, as if inviting him to taste her, and the camera recorded her body without any lie.
Kim Mingyu approached slowly without a word, a thin brush pen in his hand.
Her body trembled faintly—not from shame. Right now, she was feeling this humiliation as pleasure before her master.
The Kim Mingyu in front of her—now her master—looked at her body with an awkward yet clearly adult expression and began her training. Her breasts, lower belly, and pussy were all completely exposed, every part being recorded on video.
Even knowing that this footage could one day fall into someone’s hands and destroy her career and her life as a teacher, she grew wetter and hotter.
My face, my breasts, and my pussy are all being filmed… but why does it feel so good? I must really be broken.
That realization settled in her mind like certainty. And now she clearly felt that the pen in Kim Mingyu’s hand was flipping the hidden bitch switch inside her completely. It was an excitement she could not escape.
She had been deeply waiting for this moment of submission.
Kim Mingyu reached toward Song Jiwon’s chest. As if drawing the first stroke on a work of art, he slowly pressed the brush pen down and moved it.
Dog Slut
Those words were written across her left breast. The black ink seeped into her skin like it was soaking in. Right above her nipple, on the soft, warm flesh… it was clearly engraved.
“Hnn…”
A small breath escaped her.
“Master… hngh…”
Song Jiwon flinched and let out a soft moan.
“It tickles… it tickles so much… but I can’t move… hnn…”
She tried desperately to stay still, her knees shaking.
“The words are… so vulgar… hngh… haah… having something like this written on my body… it really suits a filthy bitch like me…”
“Just like me… I’m perfect for such vulgar things, aren’t I…?”
Her words slipped out in a thin, coquettish breath. Even as she bit her lip to hold back, her body was already twitching with pleasure.
Song Jiwon slowly turned her head toward the camera lens. She adjusted her posture so that the words on her chest and her face would both be clearly captured.
She wanted to make sure that when her master watched the video alone, he would never confuse whose breasts these were or which bitch was wearing these vulgar markings.
She exhaled softly, quietly pursed her lips, and thought of the master beyond the lens. Her face, mixed with shame and pleasure, carried a subtle glow of submissive ecstasy.
Kim Mingyu picked up the brush pen again. This time it was her right breast. Following the soft, elastic curve right above her nipple, he carefully began writing.
Dog Pussy
With every stroke, her skin twitched faintly. Her nipple grew harder and more erect.
Song Jiwon drew in a breath and pushed her chest forward slightly.
“Master… haah… that word suits me so well…”
The smile on her lips was more self-deprecating pleasure than embarrassment.
“Dog Slut, Dog Pussy… both sides are being marked… I can really be called that now…”
She positioned herself so that the vulgar words on both breasts would be perfectly visible to the camera, her face overlapping them.
“This is me, Master… exactly like this…”
Kim Mingyu’s lips curved upward. His hand pressed harder than before.
He moved the brush pen carefully to the inside of Song Jiwon’s thigh, right beside her soaked crotch where faint panty marks remained. Following the curve beside her pussy lips, the pen slid very slowly across her skin.
She held her breath.
“Hnn…”
Every time the thin line pressed into her flesh, her thigh muscles trembled sharply, the sensation traveling straight to her pussy.
Cum Toilet
The moment the first character was written, her pussy lips twitched and clenched inward—a reaction mixed with tension and pleasure. As the brush tip brushed near her pubic hair, Song Jiwon couldn’t help but buck her hips slightly from the ticklish, thrilling stimulation.
“Hngh… it tickles, Master… if you write there… I’ll go strange…”
But she never moved away. She spread her thighs wider and accepted the marking to the end.
Right below, deeper on the inside of her thigh—
Dog Slut
Whenever Kim Mingyu’s hand trembled slightly while moving the pen, her skin trembled with it. Juices were already trickling thinly down her thigh, as if her body was wetting itself in response to the writing.
She tilted her legs slightly toward the camera so that every word would be clearly visible. Then, looking at the lens with a small smile, she spoke.
“Master, this… it’s all showing on the video, right…? The words written on my thigh… Cum Toilet and Dog Slut too…”
Song Jiwon lowered her eyes slightly while gazing at the lens.
“I thought… if I’m not by your side… this might still be useful to you…”
Her breath trembled at the end of her words. Though quiet, it carried clear devotion and the self-awareness of a bitch who was willing to become nothing more than masturbation material.
Kim Mingyu couldn’t say anything. He slowly set the brush pen down, his fingertips brushing against Song Jiwon’s thigh. The damp, warm skin transmitted a faint pulse to his palm.
He stood there for a moment, still unable to believe the scene before him was real.
It was time to move to the next step.
He looked at her quietly, drew a long breath, and slowly opened his mouth. His voice was low and careful, yet carried unmistakable will.
“Now… look at the camera and say it.”
“Your name, resident registration number, phone number… even where you live. Everything. Accurately.”
He paused, his gaze shifting between the lens and her, then added,
“And… say your husband’s name too. Including his family name. Clearly.”
“Tell the camera whose wife you are.”
His breath trembled slightly, but the end of his words carried the heavy weight of a master’s declaration.
The lens remained pointed at her. The brush that had left his hand now rested quietly on the easel, yet the memory of it tickling and arousing her skin remained on her body.
The words Dog Pussy and Dog Slut were clearly written on both breasts. On the inside of her thigh, Cum Toilet was slightly smeared by her juices, trailing down her skin.
She still sat on the chair with her legs spread wide. Her bare pussy, wet from the brush’s touch, his gaze, and the humiliation of the markings, glistened with juices between her slightly parted lips.
Her hands were clasped behind her head. This pose, where nothing could be hidden, was the most vulgar and perfect form of submission she had created herself.
And the lens was capturing it all straight on.
Song Jiwon closed her eyes for a moment. Her eyelashes trembled, her breath slightly uneven.
If I say it with my own mouth now… everything becomes real.
Her eyes opened quietly and looked toward the lens, but her expression was unreadable.
This isn’t a joke. One video like this could destroy my career, my life, everything I’ve built with my name.
Her lips parted slightly as if dry. Her tongue unconsciously moistened them.
In Kim Mingyu’s hands. My student’s hands.
Her hands, still clasped behind her head, trembled faintly while maintaining the pose.
The moment I speak, this becomes blackmail. Even if I want to end this relationship, it will no longer be possible by my own will.
She slowly closed her legs, then spread them again as if whipping herself. The damp flesh meeting the air sent a ticklish thrill through her.
If my husband finds out… divorce would be obvious. My family would be ruined. I would truly be finished.
Her heart pounded heavily inside her chest.
But… why… even in this situation… am I getting wet again?
She could feel her juices soaking the surface of the chair. Her body refused to reject any of it.
Am I really crazy…? I’m letting him put a leash around my own neck… and I’m this turned on?
Behind her eyelids, Kim Mingyu’s words echoed again.
“Say your husband’s name too. Including the family name.”
At that moment, Song Jiwon’s shoulders trembled slightly.
Even my husband’s name…?
Her breath caught. For a second she lowered her head and glanced at the words Cum Toilet written above her pussy.
I’m a married woman… and right now, in front of this boy, I’m wearing these words on my pussy, spreading my legs, letting my face be filmed with vulgar markings… and now he wants my husband’s name too?
This is really the edge of a cliff.
Her fingers unconsciously gripped her thigh. But deeper inside—
A strangely rising emotion stirred.
…I used to wonder if he didn’t know I was married.
I was even careful not to tell him, afraid he might dislike me… afraid he wouldn’t understand, that he might avoid me. That scared me a little.
But not anymore.
This boy… is training me even while knowing I’m a married woman.
He understands completely and is trying to take control over that fact.
The moment she realized it, her expression softened slightly. A strange sense of relief welled up from the deepest part of her—comfort in being accepted even while being dominated.
Song Jiwon slowly looked at the camera lens. Her lips parted gradually. A long, careful breath escaped.
And then, as if about to speak but not yet—
Her gaze toward the lens never wavered.
Kim Mingyu met that gaze and held his breath for a moment.