The Recording – "Occupation... Art Teacher... Phone Number..."
Staring into the lens, Song Jiwon couldn't bring herself to speak for a long while. Her lips parted just barely, yet only the quiet rise and fall of swallowed breaths moved along her throat. It looked as if she might speak, yet she didn't. That hesitant pause brushed past Mingyu's brow.
He watched her for a moment before slowly opening his mouth.
"Hey, Song Jiwon."
It was a short, clear name.
"If you can't answer, just put your clothes on and leave. I'll pretend none of this ever happened."
His voice was lower and firmer than before.
"Then you and I go back to being just teacher and student."
Those words were both an option and an ultimatum. Still, she couldn't reply. At her awkward silence, Mingyu's eyes sank slightly. He added, slowly,
"If your answer is slow or you hesitate, you'll be punished."
He approached and gestured with his hand.
"Get down from the chair. Squat on the floor."
Her shoulders flinched.
"Spread your legs wide in that squat. Put your hands behind your head and lace your fingers together."
"Stay exactly like that, facing the camera."
Song Jiwon slowly moved her body. Her lips were dry; even a single word refused to fall easily. Following Mingyu's instructions, she carefully stepped down from the chair, completely naked. One step, then another. The moment her knees touched the floor, the cold sensation climbed up her skin.
The posture Mingyu had described: balancing on her toes, lifting her heels, bending her knees, and spreading her thighs as if they might tear apart. She was doing exactly that, completely naked. The instant she brought her arms behind her head and laced her fingers, her breasts spilled forward on their own and her head naturally lowered. Yet her waist instinctively curled inward, remaining slightly hunched.
That was when Mingyu silently stepped behind her. The sound of his footsteps over her shoulder was small and slow, yet it pressed firmly against her heart. The tip of the thin brush he held touched her lower back without a word.
"Straighten your back."
Tap.
Tap.
Once more, the brush tapped lightly along her spine, as casual as correcting a model's pose during a sculpture class. It was less a command and more an instruction. Even without looking at her, his hands moved with practiced ease to fix her posture.
Swallowing a small breath, Song Jiwon began forcing her waist to straighten, her knees trembling. With the movement, her breasts that had spilled forward became even more pronounced, and the writing scrawled across both mounds stood out clearly along their gentle curves. On the left: "Greedy Rag Bitch." On the right: "Filthy Cunt Bitch." As her chest thrust forward, the letters on her skin were displayed toward the camera at the perfect angle, like an exhibit meant to be seen.
And below, between her spread thighs, her pussy was shamefully exposed. Across it, the words "Cum Dump Toilet" were clearly written. Between her widely parted lips, the slick fluids that had already leaked out slowly pooled in the deepening crevice.
Her sweat-slicked back, lifted heels, weight balanced on her toes, and defenselessly swaying breasts—everything formed a perfect posture. No, it was the completely broken form of a bitch.
The camera captured it all head-on: her breasts, her pussy, the writing, the obscene pose, and even the traces of humiliation etched across her face after she had forced her back straight.
"Haa..."
A breath like a moan escaped the corner of her lips. She tried to steady her breathing, but the fluids that had already begun to flow trickled slowly down the inside of her thighs. Mingyu looked down at her. Her wavering gaze no longer shook.
Mingyu lightly bent his knees in front of Song Jiwon. Meeting her eyes, he placed his fingertips on her nipple. The hand that had been gently cupping it suddenly squeezed tight.
"Do you know what position you're in right now, squatting in front of me?"
He twisted her nipple slowly, as if pressing it down. When the flesh yielded and the nipple stood stiffly erect, the corner of Song Jiwon's mouth trembled slightly.
"Eut... hng..."
The moan she had tried to hold back leaked out between her lips. Though she kept her mouth shut, the hot breath surging up from beneath her throat escaped over the bridge of her nose. She tried to hold her posture by tensing her arms, but the lingering stimulation on her nipple traveled down her spine and made her pussy clench violently inside.
"Hands laced behind your head, spreading that filthy cunt wide open like a cheap whore."
Releasing her twisted nipple, he rose to his feet. Then he casually brought the tip of his shoe beneath her spread legs. The smooth upper of his shoe slowly pushed upward along her pussy lips. The slick flesh parted against the firm, rough leather surface. Her wet folds rubbed against the shoe with a lewd "squish."
"This is the posture that tells you exactly what kind of situation you're in right now."
She flinched beneath his foot and spread her legs even wider on instinct. Her thighs trembled; her skirt was completely flipped back.
"Ah... hng..."
She bit her lip to hold back the moan, yet the sound seemed to burst from deep in her throat. The pussy lips rubbed against his shoe slowly and surely parted, and the clear fluids seeping from the gap spread thinly across the leather.
"You understand, don't you?"
"Yes... Master..."
A submissive answer followed at the end of her ragged breath. Even so, she rubbed her pussy lips against the top of Mingyu's shoe as if she could no longer endure it. Her hips rocked back and forth in small, lewd motions, grinding her slick flesh against the leather surface.
"Hngh... haa... Master, I... this..."
Squish... squish...
The fluids touching his shoe rubbed thinly, leaving behind both sound and thick wetness. With each movement, the deeper parts between her spreading folds were revealed, already thoroughly soaked.
Seeing this, Mingyu slowly curled the corner of his mouth upward.
"I didn't give you permission, yet you're getting horny and rubbing yourself all on your own."
He remained still, tilting his head slightly as he looked down at his own foot holding her pussy. Then, gazing downward, he sneered in a low, mischievous voice.
"As long as it touches your pussy, anything feels good to you? What a vulgar rag bitch."
At those words Song Jiwon flinched, yet she didn't stop. Instead, she rolled her hips back and forth a little more... then paused. In that instant, her eyes lifted upward. Thinking she was about to be scolded, she looked up at Mingyu with wide, round eyes, genuinely frightened. Like a scared puppy. An expression that said she knew she had done wrong and was gauging his reaction.
Mingyu looked down at her and slowly nodded without a word. His face remained expressionless. As if saying, "Don't stop." A silent permission from her master that she could continue.
Only then did Song Jiwon, looking relieved, begin rocking her hips back and forth again, slowly grinding herself against him. When her pussy pressed against the top of Mingyu's foot, clear fluids leaked out with a squish from between her already soaked folds.
"Haat... hng... Thank you... Master..."
Along with the words of gratitude, her waist began moving again, slowly and deeply. It was the moment when breaths of relief and the rhythm of pleasure tangled together in confusion. Thick fluids clung to the upper of his shoe, producing an obscene friction sound.
Mingyu snorted as if finding her adorable, then lifted his foot slightly before pressing the upper firmly against her pussy once more.
"You get wet just from being able to rub against your master's shoe, without caring what it is?"
At those words, she threw her head back as if her breath had caught in her throat for a moment.
"Huuu... haa... ang... Yes... it feels good..."
Her eyes were drenched in ecstasy. The corners of her lips curled up lewdly. Then, mouth open and breathing roughly, she rubbed herself against his foot again and again along the curve of her obscenely parted pussy. Her folds were pressed lewdly against the upper and spread wide, while her clit stood stiffly erect, trembling at the sensitive stimulation. With each movement, breaths bitten back by pleasure burst from her mouth like moans.
"I like any part of you, Master... Whether it's your shoe or your hand... anywhere is fine... Because I'm... your toy..."
'This bitch has really fallen hard for the taste of submission...'
Even as Mingyu thought this to himself, his cock reacted to the sight. She now wore an expression that was almost at its peak. Her eyes were moist and unfocused, and her sweat-slicked nape trembled pitifully. Her entire body had been completely trained by a single one of his feet.
On top of Mingyu's foot, Song Jiwon could no longer stop. She rubbed her wet folds against it, slicking the surface with her own fluids, savoring the sensation of ruining herself. In this moment, her mind repeated a single truth.
'No one else but this man... From the beginning, I was this vulgar of a woman. I was only hiding it.'
'The only person who can tear off that mask is this man.'
'Only Mingyu... can make me this honest, make me act like a bitch following my instincts.'
This realization was no longer fear of being broken. It was submission. A longing to willingly collapse, and the deep pleasure of a voluntary slave who would kneel a thousand times before Mingyu, lay her body on the floor, and crawl to lick the top of her master's foot.
"Master... hng... Thank you... for letting me feel it with your foot... haa... Really... thank you... ah... for making me... hngh... this vulgar... I... I'm so happy..."
Sweat ran down her spine, and beneath it her curved waist rocked back and forth. Her ample hips swayed to the rhythm with each rebound, and pussy juices flowed from between her inner thighs, soaking into the floor tiles in round patches.
"Aah... ang... hngh..."
Her breaths burst out as if they might break. The corners of her lips curled upward, and her eyes had lost focus, growing hazy.
"Thanks to you, Master... I feel like I'm really alive..."
The camera was still filming her. The moment she became aware of that fact, Song Jiwon slightly turned her body. Her waist remained pressed against Mingyu's foot, slowly yet persistently grinding her pussy against it. Her expression was both obscene and happy. Sweat ran down her cheeks, and a lewd smile lingered at the corner of her lips.
Then, suddenly, Song Jiwon turned her head and looked straight into the camera. Her waist continued to twitch, rubbing her pussy against Mingyu's foot, but her eyes held clear resolve. After steadying her breath, she opened her mouth slowly, yet without hesitation.
"I... I am..."
"930423-2345678..."
While grinding her pussy lips against his foot as if crushing them, she spoke in a lewd voice. Her breasts swayed heavily with every movement, their stiff nipples trembling up and down. "My job is... art teacher..."
"My address is... Seoul, xx-dong... xx-gil... xx Village, Building A, Unit 301..."
As she leaned slightly forward, her swollen, sensitive folds pressed tightly against the top of his foot. Thick fluids were squeezed against the leather, producing a small sound of wet flesh sticking.
"My husband's name is... Chansoo..."
The moment she uttered those words, her hips suddenly flinched and gave a short convulsion.
"Aah!! Hngh... My phone number is... 010-1234... 4567... Master... haa... Can you hear me clearly... This bitch... is revealing everything... hng..."
Her breath caught in her throat with a gasp, hot and beast-like in its roughness. Both knees trembled faintly, and fluids dripped from between her legs balanced on her toes, pooling on the floor.
"I... in front of Master... even after revealing all this... and spreading myself... acting like a rag... uung... I am Song Jiwon..."
Looking at the camera, a lascivious smile on her sweat-drenched face, she cast herself away—proudly, shamefully, and with overwhelming joy.