The Horny Bitch Teacher Sends a Video Message
"Teacher, this macaron... it smells kind of weird."
In that instant, Song Jiwon's face flushed hot.
Her cheeks burned, and cold sweat beaded on her palms.
"Oh, really...? Um... what kind of smell?"
Her voice trembled slightly as she finally managed to speak.
Her heart pounded violently. Thump, thump, thump...
The classroom noise faded into the distance, leaving only the sound of her own heartbeat ringing in her ears.
Don't tell me... he noticed from the smell?
Min-gyu brought the macaron closer to his nose again.
Slowly, his eyes narrowed as he inhaled.
A chill of tension ran down Jiwon's nape.
"Hmm..."
He muttered to himself as if recalling something.
Jiwon froze completely, unable to even swallow.
"It must be because Teacher used it. It smells like perfume.
...Ah, I couldn't remember the word 'scent.' Haha..."
When Min-gyu trailed off with an awkward laugh, Jiwon felt the tension drain from her body all at once.
She forced a smile and nodded naturally.
"Oh, I see. Sorry, I must have sprayed too much."
Whew... that scared me. I got nervous for nothing... this kid really knows how to surprise people.
Her heart finally began to settle.
She turned her gaze back to Kim Min-gyu's sketchbook.
"By the way, Min-gyu, what's this drawing? Who did you base it on?"
Jiwon asked with the most natural smile she could manage.
Min-gyu glanced down at the sketchbook.
"Just an imaginary figure.
In art history, voluptuous female bodies have always been an important subject.
Like in Rubens' paintings."
But his inner thoughts were completely different.
Imaginary? Fuck, I basically traced the bitch right in front of me. I stare at your photos dozens of times a day.
Jiwon raised an eyebrow.
"Rubens?"
"Yes. Peter Paul Rubens.
The representative Baroque painter.
He loved painting voluptuous female nudes.
Works like The Three Graces and The Rape of the Daughters of Leucippus are his most famous."
Min-gyu's explanation was serious and quite convincing.
"Even today, there are many artists like Fernando Botero or Renoir who focus on voluptuous women.
I'm drawn to that style."
The real reason is different, though. The original model for my girl is you, Song Jiwon. Just closing my eyes makes your body lines appear automatically.
Though he wanted to laugh out loud, Min-gyu held it in and kept his expression under control.
Jiwon looked slightly surprised by his knowledge.
The usually quiet boy spoke quite well when it came to art.
"I see. I knew you were interested in art history, but I didn't realize it was to this extent."
When she murmured with admiration, Min-gyu smiled sheepishly and nodded.
"Yes, especially figure drawing.
The human body is honest and beautiful, after all."
Right now, training you looks even more beautiful, though...
Jiwon looked at the sketchbook again.
The woman in the drawing sat in a pose that emphasized her full breasts and hips.
The overall silhouette looked strikingly similar to her own.
But after hearing Min-gyu's explanation, she could pass it off as mere artistic inspiration.
She leaned forward to get a closer look at the drawing.
Placing both hands on her knees, she tilted her upper body toward Min-gyu.
In that moment, the deep cleavage between the buttons of her white blouse came into view.
Her E-cup breasts pushed forward, straining the fabric, and the faint edge of her areola peeked through the gap.
The pose was enough to make any man unable to look away.
As she leaned in, her blouse shifted forward, pulling the thin cloth taut over her ample chest.
Through the gaps between the buttons, two round breasts spilled out, revealing a deep, flushed cleavage—and along the edges of that flesh, the outline of her areola pressed against her bra was clearly visible.
It was obvious even through the shirt.
The sight was a silent provocation.
The male students were the ones who swallowed hard.
One boy in the front row dropped his pencil, while another twisted in his seat to get a lower angle.
None of them could tear their eyes away from the glimpse of breast flesh and areola peeking through her blouse.
But the person in question was completely absorbed in Min-gyu's drawing.
Utterly unaware of their gazes, she stared at the sketchbook and murmured.
With just one art history explanation straight out of a textbook...
he's allowed to show this much?
"Min-gyu, you've been heavily influenced by Rubens, haven't you?"
Jiwon said, lightly tapping the drawing with her fingertips.
Her long fingers traced over the paper as if caressing it, and a faint peach-scented perfume reached Min-gyu's nose.
She tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned in a little more.
Her posture was natural, but her shirt opened further, revealing almost the entire upper curve of her breasts.
The deep contours of her bare flesh were fully exposed through the white blouse.
"But I think it feels more like late Renoir than Rubens...
The way the curves are handled, the atmosphere."
She slowly straightened her upper body.
At the same time, her breasts shifted sideways inside the blouse, pressing the two mounds deeper together—and as she crossed her arms, they squeezed upward, spilling over the top while the cleavage between the buttons gaped clearly.
In that gap, the edge of her areola, pressed thin against the fabric, was vividly outlined.
It was a simple movement, but the air in the classroom noticeably heated up.
The male students' eyes locked onto the gap in her blouse. Someone unconsciously licked their lips, while another desperately tried to hide the tent in his pants behind his desk, fidgeting restlessly.
Their minds were already imagining the scene.
Shoving their cocks between that soft, firm flesh, feeling those breasts squeeze and envelop them from both sides.
Thrusting between the pressed mounds, imagining the pleasure of rubbing against the wet areola until it glistened—
Their pants were already swelling hotly.
Jiwon leaned forward again, moving closer to Min-gyu.
With her fingertips on the sketchbook, she spoke carefully.
"Especially... like Renoir's Women Bathing or The Bathers, the soft curves and warm colors—
I can feel them subtly in your drawing too, Min-gyu."
As she continued speaking, Jiwon slowly traced the curves on the sketch with her finger.
Her fingertip followed the voluptuous breast line of the woman in the drawing, gliding smoothly down to the narrow waist.
In that moment, a sensation flashed through her mind.
...It looks like my body.
The breast size, the hip line—it's almost like my photo.
A strange expression appeared on Jiwon's lips as she unconsciously twisted her waist slightly from side to side.
At that tiny movement, her tightly cinched skirt reacted.
The fabric clinging tightly along her hip line wrinkled slightly, rippling up and down.
The more she focused on the sketchbook, the higher the skirt rode up along the underside of her hips—and beneath her fully extended thighs in the seated position, her coffee-colored pantyhose gleamed smoothly.
Under the classroom lighting with sunlight filtering in, the glossy sheen of the stockings sparkled moistly along the line of her legs.
Wrapped around her tight hips and thighs, the tension made the fabric slide subtly along the cleft of her ass whenever she moved.
It was perfect leg beauty.
Kang Hyun-woo, sitting at the back of the classroom, didn't miss a thing.
Now's my chance...
He quietly reached under his desk.
Taking out his smartphone and opening the camera app, he pressed his lips together and muted the sound.
Then he carefully leaned down.
His fingertips trembled slightly.
The camera lens aimed precisely beneath her skirt.
Through the gap between Jiwon's slightly parted knees, the edge of her stockings and the hem of her rolled-up skirt came into view—
Even just capturing that would make it instant fap material on Twitter.
If I just take the shot... it's an instant kill. This is legendary...
He muttered inwardly, focusing on the screen.
But at that moment, Min-ho in the next seat shot him a sharp glare.
Following that gaze, several other students cautiously turned their eyes toward him.
The finger holding the camera trembled slightly.
I'm screwed... if I'm caught, a warning won't be the end of it...
Kang Hyun-woo glanced around and reluctantly slipped the smartphone back into his pocket.
He cleared his throat quietly and straightened his posture, but—
his eyes remained glued to the swaying hem of Song Jiwon's skirt.
The smooth thigh line wrapped in pantyhose revealed beneath the fabric that shifted with every movement, down to the calves being squeezed tight—
he simply couldn't look away.
Jiwon had no idea about those gazes.
Instead, she lightly placed her hand on Kim Min-gyu's shoulder and said,
"The flow of the lines is natural too,
and the body proportions are quite accurate.
Keep developing it in this direction."
Even at that brief contact of her fingertips on his shoulder, a spark of tension ran down Min-gyu's nape.
He nodded and replied shortly.
"Thank you, Teacher."
His tone was polite as usual, but his eyes were different.
Beneath his usual timidness, a strange emotion stirred.
An inexplicable excitement and tension, along with something hidden.
His fingertips trembled slightly as he slowly closed the sketchbook.
Just moments ago, he had felt a subtle phone vibration during class.
From that instant, Min-gyu's mind had already left the classroom.
"Teacher, may I go to the restroom?"
His voice was calm as he asked.
But inside, he was burning like firewood set ablaze.
Jiwon slowly looked at Min-gyu's face.
His expression seemed as docile as ever, but there was a subtle tremor in his eyes that wasn't usually there.
"Alright, go ahead."
Once permission was granted,
Min-gyu reached into his bag and took out his phone.
The motion of slipping it into his pocket was natural, but his steps as he left the classroom were definitely faster.
The moment the door closed,
his heart pounded as if it would burst from his chest.
Finally... I can see it.
What that bitch did with my macaron...
As he walked down the hallway, Min-gyu's mind was already racing.
How Song Jiwon must have looked holding his macaron,
rubbing it against her pussy, how wide she spread herself, what sounds she made—
every single scene played vividly in his head.
That bitch's pussy swallowing my macaron...
buried inside her cunt, sucking it in with wet, squelching sounds...
He could already feel his cock stiffening inside his pants.
The hardness pushed against his inner thigh as he walked faster and faster.
The hallway was quiet.
Since it was class time, most students were in their classrooms, and only the sound of Min-gyu's footsteps echoed through the silence.
But even that sound didn't reach his ears.
Only the pounding of his heart echoed in his mind.
Entering the men's restroom, he first checked his surroundings.
After confirming no one was there, he went into the farthest stall.
The sound of the door locking rang unusually loud.
Min-gyu lowered the toilet lid and sat down.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled out his phone with trembling hands.
When he opened the messenger app logged in under the MasterOfBitches69 account,
a notification sat at the very top.
I don't know if you'll be satisfied... but I tried my best...!
Below the unread message was an attached video file.
Min-gyu took out his earphones from his pocket and plugged them in.
His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it had risen to his throat, and his fingertips hesitated over the video icon on the screen before finally pressing down firmly.
The video began to play.
The camera angle had been carefully adjusted so her face wouldn't show.
But her body was crystal clear.
Her voluptuous breasts, narrow waist, and the way she sat with her legs spread—
between them, her glistening pussy was laid bare.
Wearing black high heels, Song Jiwon was squatting unsteadily on the toilet lid.
Her toes pointed inward, knees spread wide without touching the floor.
The sharp heels barely rested on the edge of the toilet lid, and within that precarious balance, tension rippled through her trembling body.
Despite the unstable posture,
Song Jiwon faced the camera directly, struggling to spread her legs even wider.
The coffee-colored pantyhose pulled up to her knees squeezed her thighs, while her panties hung loosely from one leg, half-removed.
Between her spread thighs,
her pussy was already soaked and glistening with arousal.
Her swollen labia were flushed red, and the pink inner flesh peeked clearly through the wet slit.
Min-gyu's breathing grew rough.
He pulled the screen closer to his face and swallowed hard.
In the video, Song Jiwon held the black macaron in her hand and slowly began rubbing it against her pussy.
The smooth surface of the macaron glistened, coated in her juices—
and her breathing brushed against the microphone.
"Ah..."
A low, brief moan.
She slowly pushed the macaron inside her pussy.
Her red, parted labia swallowed the macaron, then clenched tightly around it from within.
Min-gyu exhaled and unzipped his pants.
The moment he pulled down his underwear,
his fully erect cock sprang out over his thigh.
One hand held the phone while the other gripped his cock.
Slippery precum coated his palm, and his fingertips began stroking the glans in slow, deliberate motions.
In the video, Song Jiwon pushed the macaron deeper.
The now-wet macaron disappeared up to its handle inside her pussy.
Her legs trembled slightly, and the high heel scraped against the toilet lid.
But she didn't stop.
Though her expression was hidden off-screen,
the sounds of her breathing grew more intense.
"Master... Master..."
Whispering as if in a trance,
Song Jiwon began pulling the macaron out and thrusting it back in.
Her juices dripped down the surface of the macaron.
Wet, squelching sounds accompanied each thrust, echoing through the video.
Min-gyu stroked his cock in rhythm.
His breathing grew rougher, and every time she called him "Master," the tip of his cock twitched.
"Yeah... I'm your master."
Min-gyu muttered lowly with a smirk.
His hand moved faster from the glans down to the base.
In the video, she was now thrusting the macaron with one hand while vigorously rubbing her clit with the other.
"Hng... ah, ah...!"
Her moans grew louder, and one high heel finally slipped off, clattering onto the toilet floor.
But she didn't stop.
Instead, she bucked her hips harder, pushing her body toward the camera.
The sight of her pussy swallowing the macaron filled the screen—
and Min-gyu zoomed in on that part with his fingers.
The macaron slid in and out of her pussy, her wet flesh parting and clenching, juices pouring out in vivid detail.
"Fuck, you bitch... getting off on my macaron like that?"
Min-gyu gritted his teeth.
One hand stroked his cock even more roughly.
The precum on his palm slid warmly.
Acting all proper during class...
but in reality, you're just a slut who shoves a macaron into her pussy and pants like this?
You're the school's top fap material... acting classy, my ass...
For a moment his mind clouded, but Min-gyu gripped harder.
He stroked his cock with more force.
Song Jiwon's movements in the video grew even more frantic.
Her moans became broken, and her thighs began to tremble.
The speed of her thrusts increased, her wet labia squeezing tightly around the macaron.
Min-gyu's hand grew rougher too.
Clear fluid already dripped steadily from the tip of his glans.
He spread it over his entire cock, making the friction even slicker.
"I'm going to fill your pussy with my cum... fuck..."
His breathing was ragged as he growled through clenched teeth.
In the video, Song Jiwon pushed the macaron deep inside her pussy and froze, her entire body shaking.
"Ah... Master... I'm sorry... I'm... I'm coming... I'm coming!!!"
The camera didn't miss her climax.
Her juices gushed out like a fountain from inside her pussy.
Her thighs convulsed, and the squirting fluids made a "drip, drip..." sound as they ran down the toilet lid.
Perhaps she wanted to look even more lewd.
Bucking her hips, she pushed her pussy closer to the camera so the scene of her orgasm would be captured more clearly.
Min-gyu couldn't hold back any longer.
Gripping the phone tightly, he jerked his cock hard.
"Fuck... I'm coming too... you cock-hungry bitch... ngh!!!"
Min-gyu's thighs twitched as thick semen erupted forcefully from the tip of his cock.
The first spurt shot up onto the toilet tank lid, while the second and third spurts splattered across the toilet seat.
Gritting his teeth, he clutched the phone tightly, surrendering his entire body to the overwhelming pleasure of release.
The muscles in his cock spasmed as if being squeezed dry, and the remaining semen slowly trickled down his inner thighs.
With one hand still holding the phone displaying the frozen video frame and the other gripping his slowly softening cock,
Min-gyu panted heavily.
His ragged breathing.
His heaving chest.
His gaze remained fixed on the final frame of the video.
In the screen, Song Jiwon slowly pulled out the macaron, her lips parted as she exhaled a long breath, still lost in the afterglow of her orgasm.
Her thighs were still slick with arousal, and her pussy twitched visibly, gaping wetly.
The video ended.
Though the screen had gone black, Min-gyu couldn't tear his eyes away from the phone for a long while.
Usually, after jerking off to porn, a hollow, bitter emptiness would wash over him.
But this time was completely different.
Looking down at the semen stains splattered on the floor and the sticky marks on his shirt,
Min-gyu broke into a grin.
This wasn't just a simple orgasm.
It wasn't a disgusting sense of relief.
It was a clear "victory."
A thrill of pleasure surged from the center of his chest.
His entire body still felt warmly resonant.
So this... is different.
Min-gyu was certain.
The woman on the screen wasn't some nameless actress in a porn video.
She was a real person he faced every day in class—
Song Jiwon herself.
And right now, she was calling him "Master" while voluntarily shoving his macaron into her own pussy on camera.
The moans that escaped her lips weren't for anyone else—
they were only for "Master."
Getting off that hard on my macaron...
following my orders with that pussy and making herself come... she's really lost it.
Psychological domination.
Complete control.
The teacher who used to look down on him had now become a bitch who spread her pussy and filmed herself at a single command.
Min-gyu was no longer just a student.
He was the one who reigned above her.
That feeling transcended mere sexual excitement and bloomed into an absolute sense of superiority.
Now... it's time to reward the bitch.
Min-gyu removed his earphones, gripped his smartphone, and opened the messenger window.
Below the message from HornyBitchTeacher,
he slowly moved his fingers.
Getting off that hard on a male student's macaron...
Even I got turned on watching it. 😉
The way your pussy was gripping that macaron was insane. So fucking hot. 🔥
I'll give you detailed feedback after class, bitch teacher.
Look forward to it.
Horny Bitch Teacher?
Min-gyu deliberately spaced out the last three characters of "Teacher?"
It was a kind of hint.
The male student sitting right in front of you is your master.
She might not know it, but Min-gyu was darkly enjoying the sensation.
But sending it right away was risky.
If the message arrived right after he left for the restroom,
Jiwon might grow suspicious.
I can't afford to raise any doubts.
She must never find out that I'm her master.
Without pressing send, Min-gyu set it to send in eight minutes.
By then, he would already be back in the classroom.
It was the perfect alibi.
After finishing the setup, Min-gyu closed his phone and began cleaning up.
He wiped the semen off his shirt with tissue paper and pulled his pants back up.
He also cleaned the precum stains on the back of his hand with a wet wipe.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Min-gyu slowly curled his lips into a smile.
It wasn't his usual timid smile.
It was the smile of someone who knew he was on top.
The expression of a man who held power.
To be able to break her down this much without anyone knowing...
and this is only the beginning.
Min-gyu's steps as he left the restroom were light.
It was the first time walking back to the classroom had felt this refreshing.