The Bitch Driving with Her Breasts Out
The escalator carried them slowly up to the next floor.
After flashing her hips so brazenly on the stairs, Song Jiwon straightened her back as if nothing had happened and pressed close to Min-gyu’s side. A trace of embarrassment lingered at the corner of her lips, but her eyes were damp with excitement.
Min-gyu quietly slipped an arm around her waist and strolled through the crowd at an unhurried pace. They had no particular destination or plan. Simply walking side by side was enough to share each other’s warmth more deeply.
Then Song Jiwon, who had been following behind, quietly stopped walking. When Min-gyu noticed and turned around, her hand gently caught his arm.
“Hm?”
Min-gyu looked where her gaze was pointing. Beyond a large glass window, tucked quietly in one corner beside a sleek pastel sign, stood an unmanned adult shop. ADULT ZONE. Entry for ages 19 and up. The space felt calmer than overtly lewd, which somehow made it even more obscene.
She pointed at it without a word. Then she tilted her head slightly, the corner of her mouth lifting with careful hesitation as she looked up at him.
Master… I want to go inside.
She didn’t speak the words aloud, but her eyes, her expression, and the faint tremor at her fingertips said everything.
Min-gyu chuckled softly. “Our little bitch wants to go in?”
At those words, Song Jiwon’s face flushed red and she nodded eagerly, both cute and intense. Her long hair swayed lightly over her shoulders. Her lips curved shyly upward, yet clear desire sparkled in her eyes.
Without another word, Min-gyu took her hand and led her toward the unmanned adult shop she had pointed out. They opened the door in silence.
Inside, dim lighting, an unmanned checkout counter, and rows of partitioned display booths greeted them quietly.
The moment Song Jiwon stepped inside, her expression changed completely. Like a child arriving at an amusement park, she drew a small breath and her eyes sparkled. Excitement was written plainly across her face.
The shelves were lined with dozens of adult toys: vibrators of every shape, dildos, womanizers, gradually thickening anal beads, restraints, ball gags, collars, and even leather whips.
Min-gyu turned his head, pretending not to be flustered, but inside his emotions swirled chaotically. So this stuff really exists. All the toys from the videos are right here.
Beside him, Song Jiwon clung tightly to his arm, blinking as her imagination ran wild. If Master used these on me… if he trained my body with them… She shivered slightly, her lips parting on their own.
At that moment, Min-gyu quietly picked up a basket.
Thud. First item: an egg-shaped Bluetooth vibrator.
Thud. Second: gradually thickening anal beads.
Thud. Third: a leather whip with a handle.
That was all he could reasonably fit within his budget. Yet when Song Jiwon looked at the basket, her eyes were already burning hot. He’s really going to use these on me…? Ah… I bet it’ll feel so good…
She silently took the basket from him and murmured, “Master… you’re going to use these on me, right?”
Min-gyu narrowed his eyes and nodded. “Yeah.”
She bit her lip lightly, then spoke with a mix of shyness and excitement. “Then… I’ll get turned on and enjoy it, won’t I?”
Min-gyu smirked and shrugged. “Who knows. You’ll have to try them and see.”
At that, she hid the basket behind her and took a step back. With a slightly sulky expression, she said, “Then… since I’m the one who’ll enjoy them, I should be the one to buy them.”
Min-gyu reached out. “I’ll do it. Give it here.”
But Song Jiwon shook her head firmly, clutching the basket tighter. “N-no… I want to be stubborn about this.”
Min-gyu frowned slightly. “You’re going to get punished, bitch.”
She smiled faintly and whispered, “…A bitch gets punished every day anyway.”
Min-gyu sighed. “Fine.” He lowered his hand.
Only then did Song Jiwon carefully offer the basket back, though her eyes remained the same. Put more in… Ruin me even more.
Min-gyu nodded silently and returned to the shelves. He added a wristband-style restraint, simple rope, a soft blindfold, a medium-thickness dildo, and water-based lube. Finally, he spotted a small metal clamp inside a clear package.
What’s this? It’s so small.
Turning the package over, he muttered, “…These go on the nipples?”
He dropped the delicate little clamps into the basket and thought to himself, This should be enough. I can train her plenty tonight with just this.
As they headed toward the register, Song Jiwon came running over. “Master… you forgot this!”
She held out a pet collar—clearly meant for adult use. Soft leather with a velvet lining, a silver ring, and a sturdy buckle. Min-gyu accepted it, realizing he had almost missed the most basic and symbolic training tool.
“…I thought I already put one in.”
He casually held it up to her neck. Song Jiwon naturally lifted her chin and leaned closer. “Like this… please check if it fits.”
Her jaw rose slightly, her breath drawing nearer. Min-gyu slowly adjusted the collar against the line of her neck and collarbone. The distinctive scent of leather brushed his nose, and the cool metal ring swayed gently at the center of her throat. The fit, the width, the pressure—everything was perfect.
She offered her neck even more, quietly accepting the sensation of the collar being fastened. “…It fits perfectly, Master.”
Her lips curved shyly, and her faintly trembling breath carried unmistakable excitement. Min-gyu checked the fit once more, pressing the buckle tighter with his fingers. Even the faint red mark left on her skin pleased him.
But he couldn’t leave it on while they paid. “We have to take it off. This isn’t yours yet.”
Song Jiwon smiled obediently and lifted her chin. Min-gyu unbuckled it and carefully removed the collar. It came away warm with her body heat. He placed it back in the basket, silently imprinting the promise that it would soon belong to her.
Only then did he pick up the basket. Song Jiwon quietly pulled out her wallet and handed him her card. It wasn’t plastic but a heavy metal American Express Platinum card. Min-gyu didn’t know the details, but he could feel it was something special.
After the beep of payment, their “toys” were placed into an opaque dark-gray plastic bag. They left the store in silence. Outside, the mall was still quiet. Min-gyu carried the bag as they descended to the first floor together.
Just before the exit, Song Jiwon suddenly veered off to the side. “Where are you—”
She swayed her hips lightly and walked toward the bedding section with graceful steps despite her heels. She began seriously examining blankets, pillows, and mattresses, pressing each one with her fingertips. Min-gyu stood behind her with his arms crossed, watching.
She finally returned carrying a small, soft pillow, hugging it tightly to her chest. The cushion pressed against her breasts, emphasizing their volume even more. “Mmm… this one was the softest.”
She approached Min-gyu with the pillow clutched like a child. “I already have pillows at home. Did you really need to buy another one?”
Song Jiwon looked up at him slowly, still hugging the pillow, then smiled without answering and whispered, “…I need a pillow too. That way your arm won’t get sore, Master…”
After finishing their shopping, they returned quietly to her Porsche. The opaque shopping bag went into the trunk, and they got into the car together. The engine purred to life and the car glided smoothly out of the complex.
The road was quiet for a weekday afternoon. Min-gyu naturally rested his hand on her thigh. Song Jiwon, driving, felt his touch without a word, a subtle tension forming at the corner of her lips.
Min-gyu’s hand first stroked leisurely over the top of her thigh. His palm slid across the tight hot pants, pressing the fabric so her flesh yielded beneath it. He asked casually, “By the way… won’t your husband worry if you don’t come home?”
Song Jiwon answered calmly while keeping her eyes on the road. “He spends more nights away on business trips than at home. He’s on one right now, too.”
Min-gyu nodded slowly. At the same time, his hand slid deeper between her thighs. “Good. Leave that pillow at my place. You can come sleep over whenever you want.”
There was a brief silence. Then he added in a lower voice, “…And when I want my bitch, you come without question.”
At those words, Song Jiwon turned to look at him. Her eyes trembled, her lips parted slightly. Then she smiled and said, “Of course… Actually, I’m a little worried.”
“About what?”
Min-gyu’s hand slowly rose over her hot pants, tracing the line of her slit with his fingers. “Lately I feel like I’m getting too addicted. I think I act even more vulgar in front of you than I imagined…”
Min-gyu smirked. “Hmm.”
“I used to want to be the kind of woman with high feminine charm… but sometimes it feels like all of that is crumbling.”
Min-gyu chuckled and stroked her thigh again, whispering, “What’s feminine charm?”
She tilted her head and answered carefully. “Just… being modest, graceful, elegant… things like that.”
Min-gyu spoke quietly. “No. Obeying and submitting to a man—that’s the most feminine thing there is.”
He placed his hand over her hot pants and slowly pressed and rubbed along her slit. “Just like you right now. Getting wet when I touch you, reacting when I give orders, kneeling when I want. That’s what real feminine charm looks like.”
She breathed faster, gripping the steering wheel tighter, and murmured, “…Is that so… I’m that kind of woman right now, aren’t I, Master…?”
The moment she finished speaking, Min-gyu smiled and lifted the hem of her white tank top. He rolled it up skillfully over her breasts. Song Jiwon turned her head in surprise. “M-Master, I’m driving right now…”
Min-gyu remained calm. “I know. The tinting is decent… and even if someone stares hard, they’ll just get lucky enough to see your tits.”
She drew a breath but didn’t pull away. This is training too… Even while driving, even outside… Master can tame me anytime.
She opened her mouth slightly. “…Then… could you pull it up a little more, Master…?”
Min-gyu grinned and lifted the tank top completely above her breasts. Half of them were exposed, and her nipples, previously pressed against the thin fabric, slowly emerged into the air. He lightly brushed the edge of one nipple with his fingertip. She flinched quietly, as if holding her breath, and her neck flushed red.
The car continued driving quietly. Inside, however, the training of his bitch was clearly and wordlessly underway.
Min-gyu’s hand moved from her thigh to slowly trace over her slit. Her nipples were fully exposed now. With the tank top rolled up, both full breasts lay completely visible to him. Song Jiwon gripped the steering wheel tightly, swallowing her breath while keeping her eyes fixed ahead. No… if this keeps up, I might really go crazy.
Just then, the traffic light turned yellow and the car stopped. The moment it halted, a car in the next lane stopped alongside them. A young man sat in the driver’s seat. His window was half open, and he casually glanced over.
Song Jiwon instinctively tried to shrink back, but Min-gyu’s voice reached her ear first. “Don’t cover up. You’re showing them on purpose anyway.”
At those words, instead of covering her chest, she straightened her back even more. If they see… what do I do… No… I hope they see… if that’s what Master wants…
Her heart pounded wildly. Her nipples tightened from the passing breeze. The light changed and the car moved forward smoothly again. But the road was no longer quiet.
While waiting to turn left, an SUV slowly pulled up beside Song Jiwon’s car. She could feel eyes from the driver’s side. She couldn’t tell if they had seen anything, but that very uncertainty made her body even more sensitive.
Min-gyu said nothing, arms still crossed. Yet she could feel his gaze lingering on her breasts with perfect clarity. Right now… I’m driving with my breasts completely out… and other people might even see…
She bit her lower lip hard and carefully turned the wheel with her left hand. Every time she braked, the car tilted slightly forward, making her breasts sway gently. The vibration of the road traveled straight through her nipples. This feeling… it feels so good I might not be able to hold back anymore…
Only a few minutes remained until they arrived. She stopped at the final light. The night road was quiet, and several cars waited at the red light across from them. At that moment, Min-gyu spoke in a very low voice.
“Bitch. The light over there is about to change.”
She quietly turned her head. Cars waited at the red light, faint silhouettes visible inside them. Min-gyu unfolded his arms and added, “Right now. Roll the window down halfway and flash those tits at them.”
Her hands twitched on the steering wheel. “…Right now?”
“Yeah. Halfway down. They don’t need to see your face. Just let them see your tits as they drive past.”
She pressed her lips together. For a moment she hesitated, her entire body feeling frozen. But it was her master’s command. Her heart raced madly. Her breasts were already exposed above the tank top, open to the car’s air.
She carefully lowered the window halfway with her fingertips. Cool night air brushed over her nipples. Then she turned her upper body slightly to the left, hiding her face against the headrest while leaning forward to push her bare breasts out the window.
No bra beneath the tank top. Bare skin and stiff nipples completely exposed. She pressed her thighs together, held her breath, and stayed still for a moment.
The light across from them changed. One of the passing cars—a shadow turning its head behind the passenger window. She couldn’t be sure they had seen, but the sensation that they might have sent electricity through her entire body. Did they see…? No… please… I hope they saw… because that’s what Master wants…
The car passed. The light changed. She slowly returned to her driving position. Her breathing was ragged, and the tips of her breasts glistened with the cold wind and unmistakable arousal.
Min-gyu silently stroked the back of her hand. “Good job, bitch.”
She lowered her head and murmured, “…Thank you, Master…”
The car soon arrived at Min-gyu’s house. Song Jiwon, still gripping the wheel with her breasts fully exposed, realized she was no longer a teacher or a wife—just her master’s bitch—and smiled with a mixture of excitement and satisfaction.