Kim Aran Bares Her Fangs - The Practice Room Witness

When Min-gyu’s eyes slowly fluttered open, the first thing that came into view was a soft breath brushing against the tip of his nose.

It was Song Jiwon.

She pressed her lips lightly against his forehead and whispered carefully.

“Master… it’s morning. I’m so happy to be beside you right now.”

Her voice trembled at the end. Her lower lip brushed against his chin as she unconsciously drew in a breath.

This scent… this warmth… it belongs to my master.

She slid the back of her hand slowly down the line of his chest, then carefully slipped it beneath the blanket. Her fingertips found his cock, already thick and swollen beneath his underwear, and her body gave a small jolt.

“Are you going to put it inside me again today?”

The words slipped out before she realized it.

Min-gyu wordlessly wrapped his arms around her head and gave her a brief kiss.

“We have to go to school.”

At those words, Song Jiwon smiled quietly, and the happiness of submission spread across her lips.

Morning classes.

Jiwon stood at the lectern in a neatly buttoned blouse, conducting the lesson. The thin fabric subtly revealed the lines of her underwear, and the sight of her thighs beneath the skirt and stockings kept drawing Min-gyu’s gaze. Even while speaking without meeting his eyes, she occasionally glanced down at the lectern as if checking his reaction.

A little later, Min-gyu’s phone vibrated.

Min-gyu turned off his phone screen and looked up as if nothing had happened. Jiwon, noticing this, let a subtle tremor run through her fingertips as she erased the blackboard.

Afternoon.

Min-gyu was quietly leaving the art building when, as he crossed the intersection, a hand suddenly grabbed one side of his ass with a firm thwack.

“Caught you, you little rascal~!”

Startled, Min-gyu turned around to see Kim Aran in a blue short-sleeved dress made of cotton, smiling brightly. The thin dress neither fully concealed nor blatantly exposed the curve from her waist to her hips—just enough to drive men crazy. Her round glasses emphasized her sharp features, and her neat city-style short hair was tucked slightly behind her ears. A faint peach scent drifted from her neckline instead of sunscreen. Her bare legs above the knees were pale and smooth. In white sneakers with her ankles exposed, she was the perfect slender-glamour type. When she leaned forward, the front of her dress rose temptingly over her breasts, and her hips swayed subtly beneath the fabric with every step.

If Song Jiwon displayed provocative curves and radiated lewdness, Kim Aran was the kind of woman who instinctively drew people in. Her tone was natural, her expression cheerful, yet every glance and every flick of her fingers through her hair was enough to put Min-gyu on edge.

Lightly bending her elbows and swaying her body, she tapped Min-gyu’s shoulder with her palm.

“You didn’t forget, did you? Today’s the day the swimming club starts up again!”

Min-gyu narrowed his eyes without a word. Kim Aran paid no mind and lightly flicked his wrist.

“You were trying to run away again, weren’t you~? If you come along quietly, I won’t make you wear a swimsuit and have a one-on-one meeting with me~ Hehe.”

With the tip of her tongue slightly sticking out at the end of her sentence, she grabbed Min-gyu’s hand and began dragging him toward the swimming club room.

When she opened the door, the spotless interior came into view. It had once looked like an abandoned storage room. Because neither students nor teachers had visited for a long time, dust had piled up in the corners and the cabinets were old and unusable. But now it was different. The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠floor was spotlessly clean, there wasn’t a speck of dust on the desks, the newly installed cabinets stood neatly in a row, and swimming club activity posters decorated the walls.

Without thinking, Min-gyu muttered under his breath.

Whoa…

The sound of the door closing reached his ears.

Click.

It locked.

But Min-gyu didn’t notice.

“Did you… do all this by yourself, Teacher?”

She placed both hands on her hips and smiled brightly.

“Nyahahaha~ Of course! I did it all by myself, full of passion~!”

Her waist swayed visibly beneath the blue dress, drawing the eye. Her short hair flowed softly against the nape of her neck, and small scratches from cleaning were visible on her slender wrists. She was cute, bright, and somehow dangerous. Kim Aran slowly approached Min-gyu.

“So, about that~”

Her fingertips lightly pushed against his shoulder. Min-gyu reflexively stepped back, his back hitting a chair so that he naturally sat down. Kim Aran took a light breath.

“While you were busy fucking around with Jiwon-unni…”

She placed one leg after the other on top of his thighs. The sensation of her bare legs transmitted through his pants.

“I was cleaning this entire room all by myself… did you know that?”

Her hand wrapped around the back of his neck. Her eyes smiled behind the round glasses—natural, bright. But the gaze looking down at him clearly belonged to a woman ready to pounce like a beast.

Min-gyu’s heart dropped. This wasn’t a joke. His mind raced in confusion, wondering what Kim Aran was about to say and how much she knew.

Did she see me and Jiwon…? Or is she just testing me…?

Her legs were still pressing down on his thighs. Min-gyu forced his gaze away and spoke defensively.

“Uh… what do you mean by that… And this situation right now is a bit… If you’re misunderstanding, Teacher—”

At that moment, Aran silently removed the glasses resting on her nose and casually tossed them onto the side table. The temple bounced once on the surface before stopping. Without her glasses, her eyes had completely changed. She was still smiling, but there was no warmth in it. It was cynical, seductive—the look of someone gazing down at something base. Beneath her short hair parted at the side, her eyes pierced straight through Min-gyu.

“What’s wrong with this situation…? Hmm…?”

She deliberately pouted her lips and smiled.

“It’s much more wholesome than when you were pounding into Jiwon-unni’s pussy in the practice room and making a mess together, right…?”

She carefully pressed her knee against his thigh.

“Don’t you think so, Min-gyu?”

“What are you—”

The moment Min-gyu tried to speak, Kim Aran’s finger gently pressed against his lips. Just her index finger, lightly stopping his trembling mouth corner as she whispered.

“Uh-uh. No, no, Min-gyu… Teacher never told you to speak, did she…?”

Trailing off, she playfully pinched the tip of his nose with a mischievous expression.

“I like Min-gyu sooo much that I stole his nose… isn’t that a relief?”

Tilting her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠head to one side, she bit her lip.

“If it were the real me… aah… I don’t know, I don’t know. Let’s not imagine it. It’s dangerous.”

Then she wrapped her arms around the back of his head, pulling his face deep into her cleavage. Soft skin, a sweet scent, and Min-gyu’s breath buried within it began to quietly settle.

“I could feel it…”

Her voice whispering by his ear rang like a heartbeat.

“How should I put it… a predator’s instinct? The gaze of a young lion beginning to awaken… That look appeared whenever you looked at Song Jiwon, you know?”

She continued to tightly embrace the back of his head. No air came in. Neither his mouth nor his nose—nothing could take in oxygen.

“Mmph…!”

Min-gyu struggled with all his might, trying to say something. But her embrace was too firm, and his voice was crushed like air beneath her arms. Probably something like “I-I can’t breathe… Teacher…” But she paid no attention.

“Hmm? What was that~? I can’t understand what the puppy is saying.”

Her tone was mocking, laced with laughter. Yet Min-gyu’s body reflexively began to flail. As he waved his arms, his thighs trembled, and his toes convulsed, she finally released her arms. The moment his face left her chest, a rough breath exploded out of him.

“Hah… hah… haah…”

Breath surged up his throat before he could even close his mouth. It felt like his lungs were being clawed apart. Beneath it all, his cock stood erect without him realizing.

Feeling Min-gyu gasping roughly in her arms, Kim Aran quietly shifted her hips slightly. She could feel the hard, rising sensation beneath her ass as it sat on his thighs, poking at her from various angles.

Ah… it’s hard?

She deliberately rotated her waist slowly. Her ass, resting on his thigh, twisted slightly, rubbing against his cock and pussy beneath their clothes as if confirming the friction. Min-gyu’s cock, clearly and firmly erect beneath her soft flesh, poked at her little by little, pressing in.

“Oh my~”

Raising the corner of her mouth, she let out a light laugh.

“You were about to suffocate to death… and you still got hard?”

Her words were playful, but her voice was low and slow.

“When Teacher secretly watched you and unni in the practice room… Min-gyu was acting like a master, wasn’t he?”

And then—

Her hand slowly slipped into the narrow gap between her lower belly and his body. She lightly rubbed her palm over the clearly protruding shape above his zipper. The moment she felt its definite form, she curled her fingers without hesitation and grabbed his cock. The hard, hot, throbbing sensation filled her hand completely.

“A master isn’t supposed to get excited in a situation like this…”

She squeezed a little harder. Slowly kneading and pressing the clear outline of his manhood above the zipper, she leaned in and whispered into his ear. The air grew cold.

“Understand?”

There was no affection or laughter in her tone. Min-gyu closed his eyes without a word, but his body trembled. Kim Aran quietly looked down at his silent eyes. Silence meant he had neither the strength to refuse nor room to resist. Smiling, she moved her hand again. This time she reached deeper between their lower abdomens. Her palm covered his firmly erect cock once more, and her fingers also grasped the balls hanging loosely beneath it. With merciless force. Min-gyu’s thighs twitched, and his neck reflexively jerked backward.

“Kgh—!”

A short cry burst from his mouth. His pupils trembled, and it felt like his lower belly was being torn apart.

“Yes…!! Yes… I will…!”

His voice was filled with fear, trembling as if he were about to sob. Min-gyu shrank his body, growing small within her grasp, and bit his lip hard against the sharp, brief pain. His entire body shook. In that brief moment, transparent moisture gathered at the corners of his eyes that he couldn’t hold back. Seeing this, Aran’s gaze changed in an instant. The cold smile from moments ago vanished, replaced by warm, benevolent eyes that seemed pulled from somewhere as they settled on him.

“Oh no… what do we do, did it hurt a lot…? There, there…”

She leaned her face toward his eyes.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, my little puppy…”

Trailing off, her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tongue carefully touched his cheek. The wet tip traced along the tear-stained trail in one smooth lick. Min-gyu gasped in surprise at the sensation, and Aran took the opportunity to tilt her head slightly and look into his eyes.

“I… have no intention of blackmailing you just because I saw that, or reporting it to the higher-ups.”

Removing her tongue, she raised both hands to cup his face. Her thumbs slowly moved along his cheeks, gently wiping away the tear tracks.

“So… will you relax for me?”