Maid Song Jiwon — To Min-gyu's Studio Apartment
Min-gyu quietly steadied his breathing.
The damp sensation still lingered on his hands.
When he slowly looked down at the cloth he was holding, she was already asleep.
She had pulled her arms over her chest, covered herself with his shirt, and her pale thighs and legs lay completely exposed beneath her slumped shoulders.
Her slightly turned head left her lips parted, moving in a steady rhythm.
Whether it was breathing or a faint nasal sound, a soft “purr… purr…” echoed through the quiet practice room.
Min-gyu quietly set down the cloth soaked with her fluids and urine.
It wasn’t water.
It was the filthy, obscene evidence of the pleasure she had spilled during her climax.
For a moment, he silently looked back and forth between the cloth and her.
People really are just one moment away from changing.
The woman who had begged him moments ago to let her pee on his shoes was now curled up like a puppy at his feet, purring in her sleep.
She really accepts me this much.
His lips curled upward, ever so slightly.
But the floor was cold, and her skin had already begun to cool.
Min-gyu didn’t want to leave her like this.
“Jiwon.”
He called her softly.
“Wake up. Get dressed. Let’s go home.”
At his words, Song Jiwon jolted awake and sat up.
“Ah… Did I… fall asleep? I’m sorry, Master… Ahh… I’m really sorry… It just felt so good… I didn’t even realize I was falling asleep…”
Unable to continue, she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, unsure what to do.
Min-gyu simply shook his head and gently caressed her cheek.
It was a soft, brief touch.
While Song Jiwon had been bowing her head as if being scolded, the moment his fingertips brushed her cheek, her eyes trembled reflexively.
At that warm touch, she unconsciously nuzzled her cheek against his palm.
The gesture was exactly like a loyal bitch who took her master’s touch as praise for her obedience.
The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and a faint smile spread across her lips.
It was a shy, joyful laugh tinged with quiet happiness.
Only then did she look around.
The realization that she was sitting naked on the floor finally sank in.
Song Jiwon pulled his shirt a little tighter around herself and carefully picked up the scattered underwear and clothes from the floor, one piece at a time.
With her head bowed deeply, she started to turn her back to him, then hesitated.
No. In front of Master… showing my back is…
After a brief moment of indecision, she turned back to face him.
“Master… this bitch will get dressed now…”
As if asking for permission, she clutched the clothes to her chest and stood carefully in front of him.
She slowly unfolded the blouse right in front of his eyes.
Instead of putting on her bra, she slipped her arms straight into the blouse without it.
When the cold fabric touched her skin, her body shivered slightly.
Her fingers moved slowly as she buttoned it up.
Even then, her eyes never left Min-gyu’s.
Instead, she met his gaze calmly while fastening each button one by one.
After carefully putting on the top, she spread the skirt out with both hands.
Then, as if performing a ritual, she slowly stepped into it, one leg at a time.
She knew all too well that Min-gyu’s eyes were watching her from directly in front.
When the fabric slid smoothly up over her knees and brushed against her thighs, they tensed involuntarily.
The fact that she was putting on the skirt with no panties underneath, the sensation of bare skin touching directly inside the skirt, combined with the knowledge that she was doing it in front of Min-gyu, made the back of her neck flush with heat.
Once the skirt reached the middle of her thighs, she bent her upper body slightly and shifted her hips.
As she pulled the skirt up over her hips, the firm lines of her thighs, her slender waist, and the round, soft curve of her ass were pressed tightly against the fabric.
While carefully adjusting the waistband with both hands, she drew in a tiny breath at the feeling of her thighs pressing together inside the skirt.
The skirt was short and clung tightly.
Every time she moved her thighs, a faint sound of bare skin brushing together could be heard.
Fully savoring that sensation, she quietly and neatly finished dressing.
As if, in front of Min-gyu, even exposing her body in such a shameful way was simply “proper etiquette.”
After leaving the school with a carefully timed gap so no one would suspect anything, the two walked in silence, keeping a certain distance between them.
The moment they turned into a narrow, dark alley, Song Jiwon suddenly quickened her steps and caught up to him.
She matched his pace right beside him and asked in a quiet, low voice.
“Master… could I… stay over at your place tonight?”
Min-gyu’s steps faltered.
His surprise showed plainly on his face.
His studio apartment was less than five pyeong — a cramped, messy, undecorated single room.
He wanted to sleep with her, but he didn’t want her to see such a small, shabby space.
He tried to come up with a reasonable excuse.
That his parents were home, or that tonight was difficult…
Just as he was about to speak, Song Jiwon stepped in front of him and said,
“Your place is… Modernville, Room 201… right?”
Min-gyu’s eyes widened.
“I’m fine with it. So… please take me with you today. Please…? Master…”
She spoke without a trace of embarrassment, only quiet desperation.
She already knew.
As his teacher, finding out where he lived was simple information she could access anytime.
His student record contained his address, guardian contact details, and past move-in history.
Song Jiwon had looked through it without hesitation under the pretext of “basic student management.”
Min-gyu was her student, and she was his homeroom teacher.
Min-gyu fell into a brief silence.
A mix of emotions — something like being touched yet wanting to hide — welled up inside him.
“It’s… a bit messy. Dirty…”
At his words, Song Jiwon smiled brightly.
“Then~ I’ll just clean your place like a real maid.”
She tilted her head playfully and lowered it slightly to meet his eyes.
“A maid’s basic duty is… to serve her master, isn’t it?”
She gave him a bright smile, yet one that carried a hint of vulgar excitement.
The moment they arrived in front of Min-gyu’s studio, Song Jiwon held her breath for a second.
Instead of a digital door lock, there was an old iron door with a rusty padlock.
Min-gyu took out his key.
He inserted it familiarly, and with a dull clunk, the old metal turned with a stiff sound.
“Hoo…”
Min-gyu opened the door and swallowed a small sigh.
A cramped room under five pyeong.
Sketches and bread wrappers were scattered across the floor.
The desk was covered in empty cups and paint stains.
Unwashed cups sat in the sink.
He kicked off his shoes roughly and stepped inside, picking up the sketches from the floor while keeping his words to a minimum.
He hadn’t wanted to show her this side of him.
As her master, he felt he shouldn’t reveal such a pathetic, shabby space.
But the door was already open, and Song Jiwon followed him inside without a word.
“Then… excuse me.”
Her voice was quiet.
Leaving only those words, she closed the door and quietly locked the latch.
After taking off her shoes, she neatly lined up her high heels beside Min-gyu’s sneakers and bowed her head slightly.
Then, watching him pick up the sketches, she silently approached and pressed herself close to his side.
“Master.”
She gently took one of the sketches from his hands.
She also picked up the remaining bread wrappers.
“You shouldn’t be doing this, Master.”
She spoke in a small voice.
“If you take away the reason I exist… then I won’t be able to serve you properly.”
With those words, Song Jiwon knelt down.
Making a soft sound as her knees touched the hard floor, she carefully gathered the sketches one by one, as if organizing them.
“Master. You must be tired after dealing with me today…”
She continued speaking slowly while putting each item back in its place.
“Please just sit and rest for a bit. Once I finish cleaning… I’ll help you shower, Master.”
Her tone and touch were exactly like a well-trained older maid carefully and respectfully attending to her young master.
Without any forced acting, it came naturally, filled with dignity, affection, and absolute submission.
Min-gyu sat silently at his desk.
There was no sofa or table in the room.
In that small space, he quietly watched Song Jiwon.
He thought about it once more.
In this tiny room, surrounded by scattered sketches, she was displaying absolute submission to a man like him as if it were only natural.
Song Jiwon carefully organized his sketches one by one, treating them with great care.
She smoothed out crumpled corners, checked for stains, and neatly stacked even the smallest memo notes with polite affection in her fingertips.
She also gathered the scattered bread wrappers and trash into a bag.
Next came the sink.
Cups and dishes left untouched for days.
Dried sauce stains and slightly rotting food residue clung stubbornly.
There were no rubber gloves or cleaning brushes.
Even so, she didn’t complain.
“No gloves?”
“Isn’t the water cold?”
She said none of those things.
Instead, she picked up the dishes with her delicate, pretty hands.
She accepted the greasy bowls, the food residue soaked in water, and even the sticky smell near the drain as if they were completely normal.
From inside the sink came soft clinking sounds.
The elegant woman, like a noble lady, silently washed the dishes with her hands submerged in cold water.
After lightly brushing off the water that had splashed onto her blouse and wiping the sink dry with a dishcloth, Song Jiwon quietly turned to look at Min-gyu.
Still sitting at his desk, Min-gyu gazed at her and said,
“…Jiwon. You’re surprisingly good at housework, huh?”
At his words, Song Jiwon’s eyes widened into round circles and she smiled, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly.
“Oh come on~ You know I’m a married woman, Master…”
She took a step closer and tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear with the back of her hand.
“Besides… I wanted to become someone with high ‘feminine power.’”
She said it with a shy smile, yet there was an unmistakable feminine charm that couldn’t be imitated.
Song Jiwon quietly looked at the small digital panel on the wall beside the kitchen and asked politely, pointing at it.
“Master, that’s… the boiler controller, right? If it’s not too much trouble… may I turn on the hot water? I need to help you shower.”
Min-gyu nodded silently.
She pressed the button carefully, as if she were a maid who had been granted permission.
“Then… excuse me, Master.”
With a gentle voice, she slowly stood in front of him.
The thin layer of moisture on her blouse hadn’t dried yet, making it slightly transparent and clinging to her figure.
Her eyes focused intently on his shirt.
She carefully reached out with both hands and undid his shirt buttons one by one.
Her fingertips brushed against his skin, just barely touching.
After sliding the shirt off his shoulders, Min-gyu lifted his arms and she neatly folded it and placed it on the desk.
When he stood up, Song Jiwon naturally knelt down.
At her eye level was exactly Min-gyu’s belt.
Click.
A soft metallic sound rang out.
She unbuckled the belt, carefully undid the button, and pulled down the zipper.
Guided by her fingertips, his pants slid smoothly down over his hips.
Once his socked feet were free of the pants, she folded them neatly and set them aside.
Finally, his underwear.
At that moment, Min-gyu reflexively reached out and grabbed the waistband.
No.
A warning flashed through his mind.
After the intense session, precum had leaked, and since he was uncircumcised, there would be white smegma built up between the glans folds — the so-called “dick cheese.”
The smell was also something he couldn’t guarantee.
The salty scent trapped inside the foreskin, the heavy, sticky male musk rising from his balls — he didn’t want her to see it.
No, he didn’t want her to smell it.
Just then, Song Jiwon spoke in a very soft voice.
“Actually… I like the smell of Master’s cock.”
She smiled faintly and looked up at him.
“Not washing it sometimes… is good for me too, I suppose… I think that occasionally.”
A small laugh.
“Haha. Of course, that’s not allowed.”
Then, since Min-gyu still wouldn’t let go of his underwear, she lowered her head and buried her face against it.
“Sniff… sniff…”
With the sound of her inhaling, she breathed in the scent of his cock directly.
“I love it so much… this scent of yours, Master. So… please don’t be embarrassed.”
She carefully pulled down the edges of his underwear with both hands and reverently revealed his cock, as if taking out something sacred.
She accepted even the filth he had wanted to hide — lovingly and lewdly.
Service cut — Jiwon on her day off.