Porsche GTS: Mall Escalator, Hot Pants, and That Ass
It was morning.
Min-gyu slowly opened his eyes beneath the blanket.
His body felt slightly stiff as he stretched out an arm, but the space beside him was empty.
“…Huh?”
He forced his eyelids open and pushed himself upright.
The warmth from last night still lingered in the sheets, yet she was nowhere to be found.
For a moment, half-asleep, he wondered if it had all been a dream.
Then he tilted his head and spotted a small yellow Post-it note stuck to the wall beneath the shadow of his phone.
Neat handwriting—Song Jiwon’s.
Master was sleeping so deeply, so I went home to change and grab the car. Let’s go for a drive out to the outskirts… a date, just the two of us 💗
Min-gyu stared at the note for a long while, dazed.
‘…It wasn’t a dream.’
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
The fear that everything might collapse had been caught and held in place by a single Post-it.
He threw off the blanket and headed for the bathroom.
After washing his face with warm water, he looked up at the mirror.
Staring back at him was a man who had become someone’s Master.
‘A date… later.’
The word felt absurd, yet somehow perfectly fitting.
Some time later, a short, throaty exhaust note echoed from outside the window.
“What the—?”
A raw intake roar followed, then the deep, natural rumble of the tailpipe.
Next came the sound of footsteps—slow, deliberate steps climbing the indoor stairs.
Min-gyu instinctively moved toward the door.
When he opened it, she was standing there.
“…Ah. You’re awake, Master…?”
Song Jiwon tilted her head, whispering softly and carefully.
Bathed in sunlight, she no longer looked like the secret “human toilet” or the bitch kneeling on the bathroom floor.
She simply stood there as a beautiful, sexy woman.
Yet her outfit was overwhelmingly provocative.
Tight, short denim hot pants. Even standing still, the underside of her ass cheeks peeked out; any movement or bend threatened to reveal everything beneath.
Above them, a white sleeveless crop top that stopped well above her waist, exposing her navel and the subtle lines of her toned abdomen.
She wore no bra—the thin fabric subtly outlined the shape of her nipples.
Her legs ended in simple running shoes that somehow looked erotic on her voluptuous figure.
In her hands were two iced Americanos and a paper bag holding two warm bagels.
She lifted them slightly beside her face and smiled brightly, affectionately.
“I brought something light for you to eat…”
As if nothing had happened.
Her smile was so natural and lovely that it was hard to believe she was the same woman who had been used in the bathroom the night before.
But beneath that smile, she knew exactly what she was.
She politely and gracefully set the bagels and coffee on the desk, then waited in silence for Min-gyu to eat first.
Min-gyu spoke quietly.
“Eat, bitch.”
Only then did Song Jiwon pick up a bagel and begin chewing slowly, lips moving delicately. Throughout the meal she watched the pace at which he ate, matching her rhythm so they finished at the same time.
When they were done, Min-gyu rose quietly from his seat.
Jiwon quickly stood as well, tidied the blanket and trash with her own hands, then spoke in front of him.
“I’ll drive you, Master.”
Where she led him, a red Porsche Boxster GTS sat quietly parked.
Its lines were sleek and seductive, the body low and wide with short overhangs. The silhouette somehow resembled her own figure.
‘She had a car like this?’
The school was only a ten-minute walk away. Min-gyu had never known she drove at all—let alone owned a Porsche. An open-top Boxster. Naturally aspirated, no less.
‘That popcorn-popping sound earlier… that was this car.’
Min-gyu kept his expression neutral, but when she opened the passenger door for him, his mind went momentarily blank.
Led by her gesture, he climbed into the passenger seat in a daze.
Jiwon settled into the driver’s seat, smiled faintly, and said,
“I’ll start the engine, Master.”
She turned the key behind the steering wheel.
Grumble—pop-pop-pop!
The exhaust note roared like an angry beast, filling the cabin.
‘It really is… that distinctive natural-aspiration rhythm.’
Once the car was ready, she hooked a finger over the paddle shifter, slowly released the brake, and flicked the right paddle with a light click.
The car glided forward smoothly.
They left the narrow one-room alley behind and headed toward the quiet outskirts road.
The car cruised along the two-lane suburban road. Song Jiwon kept her eyes on the road ahead, tapping the paddle shifter to control acceleration.
Min-gyu glanced at her calm, confident handling.
“Unexpected…”
She carefully turned her head toward him.
“Yes…?”
“I didn’t think you’d drive something this aggressive. A Porsche, and a Boxster at that.”
Her lips curved as if she might laugh, then she shyly looked forward again.
“I sometimes think it doesn’t suit me either.”
She flicked the right paddle once more while taking a gentle corner. The exhaust note rose briefly before settling back into a steady tone.
“I’ve been driving since I was a virgin. It’s been about four years now. The warranty’s almost up…”
“That long?”
“Yes. Actually… do you know Gran Turismo, Master?”
Min-gyu nodded.
“That racing game?”
“Yes. When I was in elementary school, I saw it at a friend’s older brother’s place and tried it by chance. That was the first time I drove this car… in the game.”
She wore a faint smile, but her eyes held a mix of nostalgia and sincerity.
“At first I was terrible at it, but whenever I drove this car, I felt strangely at peace. It wasn’t scary, and I handled it better than anything else.”
“So it became your dream car from then on?”
“Yes. I promised myself that when I grew up, I’d drive one with my own hands.”
She turned her head slightly toward the window. Sunlight traced softly along her cheek.
“So later, when I had a little money, I bought it without hesitation. My family didn’t really stop me. Since I usually walk, you probably never noticed, right?”
Min-gyu sat in the passenger seat looking stunned, then let out a small laugh.
“Yeah… I really had no idea. I didn’t think you were into games like that, and I definitely didn’t know you could drive a car like this.”
Jiwon glanced sideways and asked carefully,
“Were you surprised…?”
“No. I just thought it was kind of cute.”
Her lips lifted again—this time with a hint of pride rather than shyness.
“Thank you, Master.”
She continued shifting down expertly at every corner, keeping the engine in the high RPM range. The exhaust note stayed deep and rich.
“Vroom~ vroom~, pop-pop-pop——!”
The linear acceleration unique to a naturally aspirated engine, the precise steering, braking, and shift timing—everything was flawless. It was another side of Song Jiwon that Min-gyu had never known.
After roughly thirty minutes of driving, they arrived at a quiet suburban alley on the outskirts. Jiwon naturally turned the wheel and parked in a nearby empty lot.
“Whew… you’re a total racer.”
Min-gyu exhaled quietly, unbuckled his seatbelt, and looked at her.
The two of them stepped out of the car together.
Beside the lot was a small park with benches. On a weekday, it was nearly empty and peaceful.
Min-gyu spoke first.
“Yeah… considering your position, the outskirts where no one knows us is probably better for a date.”
Jiwon lowered her head slightly and smiled softly.
“As expected, you understand. The lower the risk, the better.”
At the end of her words, she let her gaze drop shyly.
Seeing that bashful expression, Min-gyu quietly slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her firmly against him.
“We can do this too, right?”
She looked startled for a moment, then smiled brightly.
“Yes… you’re right, Master…!”
They had come here without any special plan. Song Jiwon simply wanted to buy something for her Master—new clothes, perfume, household items, anything small he might not notice himself. She wanted to choose them with her own hands and give them to him.
So she spoke first.
“Over there… that building looks nice. It could be a shopping mall or a department store.”
Min-gyu turned to look where she pointed—a large glass complex, the biggest building on the street.
They walked inside together naturally.
Outside had been quiet, but inside was surprisingly lively with families, young couples, and office workers stopping by after work.
Jiwon unconsciously adjusted the distance, posture, and pace between herself and her Master so she wouldn’t stand out too much—yet still made it unmistakably clear that she belonged at his side.
The moment they stepped onto the escalator, however, she felt the stares.
No—felt them concentrate.
Men. From teens to forties. Every gaze locked onto Song Jiwon’s body.
The deep curve of her hips beneath the short denim hot pants, the underside of her ass cheeks peeking with each step, the exposed navel and waistline beneath the tied-up white crop top—everything was on full display on this moving “stage.”
And not only that.
The man standing beside her—Min-gyu—had one hand resting on her waist, wearing a relaxed, confident expression as they ascended.
His palm slowly slid downward along the curve of her hip until it cupped the firm swell of her ass over the tight denim.
His fingers gently squeezed and kneaded the plump flesh.
“Aah… Master❤️”
Jiwon’s shoulders twitched. A small moan escaped her lips like a breath. She lowered her head and bit her lip.
But inside, the thought burned brightly:
‘Right now… Master is showing me off to all these other men. He’s proudly claiming my ass as his property in public.’
The realization only made her heart pound harder.
Min-gyu’s hand continued to trace and massage the curve of her ass over the hot pants, pressing and releasing, never going further—just confirming that she was his.
The men on the lower level stared openly at her ass, thighs, and waist, their eyes filled with jealousy, imagination, and arousal. They could only watch what this man was openly enjoying in the middle of a public space.
As the escalator continued its slow climb, Min-gyu leaned in and whispered casually,
“…Bitch. Give them a little fan service, won’t you?”
Jiwon turned her head slightly and met his eyes. There was no detailed instruction—just the faintest upward curve of his lips.
She understood instantly.
‘He wants me to show my ass to the people behind us…!’
She nodded once, then spoke in a deliberately natural, slightly annoyed tone.
“Just a second… my shoelace came undone… seriously, how dangerous…”
At the same time, she lifted her right foot onto the next step, tilting her body at an angle. She bent forward completely, pretending to tie her shoe while pushing her ass out toward the people behind her.
It wasn’t simple shoelace-tying.
It was deliberate. Planned fan service. Clear exposure.
The short denim hot pants rode up deep between her cheeks, the fabric disappearing as both round globes spilled out fully. The hem rolled up her thighs until only a thin strip remained, barely covering her pussy and asshole like a makeshift T-back.
What the men saw now wasn’t a clothed woman’s back—it was her bare, exposed ass in all its glory.
Jiwon held the pose for a long time on purpose, fingers fussing near the laces while she muttered under her breath,
“Ah… the knot… why won’t it come undone…”
She arched her back further, knees slightly bent, making her ass cheeks jut out even more prominently.
She could feel every stare burning into her from behind.
‘I have to show them. Show them that I’m Master’s bitch. Even like this… so Master can be proud of me.’
Her heart raced wildly. The breeze brushing against her sensitive folds through the thin fabric only heightened the thrill.
Finally, she slowly straightened up, but in that brief moment, every man on the escalator had burned the image of her ass into memory.
To be continued in Shopping Mall Part 2