Song Jiwon: The Cock-Stealing Cat
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*All students, the protagonist, and every other character appearing in this story are adults.*
As they passed the end of the hallway and started down the stairs, Song Jiwon carefully came to a stop.
"Master..."
Her voice carried a hint of hesitation.
Kim Mingyu paused beside her and slowly turned his head. She kept her eyes lowered, lips pressed together.
"Earlier... Teacher Kim Aran... she touched you so closely. I... I just..."
Mingyu studied her for a moment, then took a step closer.
"Jealous?"
Her eyes flicked up in surprise. A blush spread across her cheeks as she nodded.
"Yes... Did I make it too obvious? I just wish you would only look at me. But she keeps staying so close to you... I couldn't help wondering if something was going on between the two of you."
Mingyu let out a soft laugh. Jiwon's eyes still wavered with unease.
"Jiwon."
He called her name gently but firmly. At the sound of his voice, she lifted her gaze to meet his.
"It's not like that. Teacher Aran has always been that way. She's very touchy and doesn't keep much distance with anyone. Don't you remember how she sometimes hugs you too?"
Jiwon flinched, then nodded.
"You're right... She has done that to me before. But today it felt different. It seemed like she was doing it on purpose right in front of me..."
Mingyu gently lifted her chin and whispered.
"You're mine. I can say you're mine too, since you're the one serving your Master. And I'm very possessive—especially when it comes to you."
Jiwon drew a sharp breath, as if her chest had tightened.
"Yes, Master. Can I... keep believing those words?"
In that moment, Mingyu quickly scanned the area—the bottom of the stairs, the end of the hallway, even the reflections in the windows. No shadows of people anywhere.
Then, with a playful yet blatantly lewd gesture, he raised his right hand and placed it over the prominent swell of her right breast on top of her blouse. Without a word, he squeezed firmly. Slowly, he began kneading, the soft flesh shifting and trembling beneath his palm.
Jiwon didn't flinch. Instead, she drew in a breath, straightened her back, and pushed her chest forward to meet his hand.
"Aah... M-Master... mmh..."
A moan slipped out before she could stop it. Her lips trembled, and a rosy flush spread across her cheeks.
Mingyu smiled faintly. His movements were unhurried; his middle and ring fingers traced slow, curling paths along the curve of her breast.
"Getting jealous while submitting so completely... I don't mind it. It's cute."
Jiwon spoke between shaky breaths.
"I... aah... belong to Master... Please only look at this bitch... You made me... into such a slut..."
Without realizing it, she pressed her thighs tightly together, squeezing them. The inside of her panties was already slick, and the sensation was unmistakable against Mingyu's palm.
He quietly rubbed her nipple with his fingertips. A small tremor ran through her, a slight bounce in response. He enjoyed the feeling, and more than anything, how this woman was tightening so obediently in his grasp.
Even as he slowly withdrew his hand, the warmth and texture of her skin lingered clearly on his palm.
'Kim Aran...'
Mingyu's gaze clouded for a moment before sharpening again.
'She's definitely a dom. Her movements, her words—completely natural. And she knew exactly what we did. She knew everything.'
He exhaled quietly.
'But she stayed silent. She must have some kind of plan. That look in her eyes... she was clearly expecting something from me.'
What came to mind was the way Aran had whispered into his ear, and how she had deliberately touched him right in front of Song Jiwon.
And right now, Song Jiwon was pressed close beside him, completely unaware of any of it, quietly and obediently clinging to his side. A faint tremor still lingered in her fingertips, and Mingyu could feel it clearly.
Slowly, he continued.
"Let's sleep at our own places tonight."
Mingyu stopped as he descended the stairs. Song Jiwon halted as well.
"You can't stay away from home for too long. Your husband will start getting suspicious by now. While you're there, make a video call or at least a regular call. I don't want any unnecessary suspicion either."
His tone was quiet but firm. Jiwon obediently lowered her head, clasping her hands together.
"Yes. If that's what Master wants... I'll do it."
She gently took his hand and pressed her lips to the back of it in a brief, submissive kiss.
That night, back at home, Mingyu lay in his room staring at the ceiling. Faint streetlight filtered through the window, casting blurry stains across the ceiling, and his thoughts were just as tangled.
Kim Aran. She hadn't threatened him. She hadn't acted against him. She hadn't blackmailed him. That was exactly why it felt so unsettling.
'Whatever... forget it.'
He tucked his arms behind his head and closed his eyes.
'I'll just focus on properly training that bitch Jiwon. I need to make sure she knows she's mine.'
A slow smile crept across his lips. Tomorrow, he wondered what kind of expression she would wear when she knelt before him. What posture, what face, how she would cry out, how he would satisfy her.
With those thoughts, he let out a relaxed breath and drifted into a deep sleep.
Mingyu woke earlier than usual. The window was still gray with dawn. Just as he started to shift, a wet, sticky sound from below reached him before any other sensation.
"Mmm... slurp... suck... haah..."
He looked down. Between his legs, Song Jiwon knelt quietly, her upper body bent low as she took his cock into her mouth. Her shirt was undone, strands of hair spilling over her chest and tickling his thighs. Her lips were sealed tightly around the head, her tongue swirling delicately over the sensitive skin. Her cheeks hollowed with each suck, flushed red, while hot breaths fogged against the shaft.
"Ah... haa... mmh... it tastes so good..."
Her eyes were closed, as if entranced. She used everything—tongue, saliva, breasts, and hands—to press his cock between her cleavage and suck greedily from the base upward.
Then Mingyu realized something.
'What the... I'm about to cum... How long has she been sucking?'
His body wasn't even fully awake, yet her relentless licking, squeezing, and stroking had his tip twitching desperately.
"...Ugh...!"
With a short groan, the tip swelled and thick spurts erupted. Jiwon sensed it instantly. She sealed her lips tighter, her tongue swirling around the head as she greedily swallowed every drop. Her hand never stopped, milking the shaft to draw out more while wet sounds continued to escape her mouth.
"Suck... slurp... mmh..."
Only after swallowing the last strand did she pull back, breathing heavily.
"Haa... gulp... ah..."
She sat there dazed for a long moment, as if she had just downed a glass of water after nearly dying of thirst. When her eyes finally focused and met Mingyu's, she gasped.
"Oh... oh my...!"
She reflexively covered her mouth. Traces of semen still lingered on her lips, and her cheeks burned crimson.
"I-I'm sorry, Master! You were sleeping, but I... I just couldn't hold back..."
She knelt with her head bowed low, the back of her neck flushed red.
"Haa... I'm really sorry... I tried to do it secretly, but I couldn't resist... Haa... I think I lost my mind..."
The space between her thighs was slowly growing wet. On the bed, his still-erect cock glistened from her saliva.
Mingyu, still savoring the aftershocks, spoke slowly with his head resting on the pillow.
"...How long have you been here, Jiwon? And did you forget I told you to sleep at home?"
Jiwon bit her lip and lowered her head shyly while kneeling beside his thigh.
"I did the video call with my husband. I put him at ease. But when I lay down to sleep, I missed being in your arms so much... And yesterday, I didn't get to help you finish..."
She swallowed softly.
"It kept bothering me... like I had failed you..."
Mingyu shook his head with a low chuckle.
"So what, you snuck in like a thieving cat and stole my cock to suck it without permission?"
She shook her head frantically, hands clasped together.
"N-no! I never planned to do that! I just thought if I lay down next to you, you'd wake up from my presence, so I came quietly to let you know I was here..."
Mingyu asked with a sly smile.
"And then?"
Jiwon covered her burning cheeks with both hands.
"You looked so cute while you were sleeping, like a baby... I just lost control. I'm sorry... really..."
She carefully wrapped her hands around his cock, wiped it clean with her mouth, then pulled his underwear up and straightened his pants with delicate, affectionate touches.
Mingyu smirked, then let out a cool sigh.
"Hmm... A bitch starting trouble without her Master's permission. You've got no manners."
Though her expression was tense, excitement flickered in her eyes.
"Let's sleep a little longer. You'll have to be punished at school later, won't you?"
The moment he finished speaking, Jiwon clasped her hands together with sparkling delight.
"Yes, Master. Of course... a bitch deserves punishment...!"
Her voice was filled with the same excitement as a child the night before a field trip.
Mingyu lifted the blanket slightly and patted the spot beside him. Without hesitation, she crawled in, pressing herself tightly against him and burying her face in his chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist and whispered.
"...Thank you, Master..."
The two of them fell asleep quietly, breathing in each other's warmth as the early morning air wrapped around them.