"You Deserve Punishment, Don't You?"
Min-gyu rose first.
Gray morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a hazy glow across the room. The light settled quietly on Song Jiwon's back as she slept beneath the covers. She was still breathing deeply, her face buried unconsciously in the spot where his warmth had been. The lingering heat under the blanket made her inhale softly without thinking.
At that moment, Min-gyu, buttoning his shirt one by one, paused on his way to the door.
"...Ah, just a second."
He quietly stepped back into the room and opened the desk drawer. It was a moment when no one was watching, a gap filled with silence. Inside the drawer lay a small, round vibrator. Made of smooth blue silicone with a flawless finish, it was a fully Bluetooth-connected model with no buttons. Min-gyu carefully picked it up along with the remote.
He opened Song Jiwon's bag and slipped the vibrator deep into an inner pocket. The remote went into his pants pocket as usual.
Just then, a faint breath stirred beneath the blanket. Jiwon slowly opened her eyes. Looking at him with slightly swollen eyes, she asked in a sleepy voice.
"...Master? Ah... I'm sorry, I overslept... But Master, this... why is it in my bag..."
Min-gyu didn't even turn toward her. He simply spoke calmly.
"It's a tool for your punishment. Head to school slowly after I leave. There might be eyes watching."
With those words, he slowly closed the door behind him. Only the click of the latch remained in the room.
Afterward, the room stayed quiet for a while. Jiwon turned her head on the pillow, the corner of her mouth lifting slightly. Breathing slowly, she hugged her bag and smiled inwardly.
Ah... Master... is going to punish me...
She pulled the blanket up to her chin and slowly curled her body. Her fingertips brushed the inside of the bag, feeling the firm curve beyond the zipper. Small, solid, that sensation.
He's going to make me put this... inside my pussy... and teach class with it, isn't he?
Her lips trembled as if dry. Her chest was already pounding with a strange sense of anticipation.
I'm looking forward to it... I think I'm going to go crazy... How is he going to handle me... When is he going to turn it on...
The space between her thighs began to grow warm.
The sound of high heels echoed down the hallway. Click, click. Neither too slow nor too fast, an exquisitely "teasing" pace. With each step, her bare legs revealed soft curves through the side slit of her skirt. The skirt was short, and the outline of her inner thighs appeared and disappeared rhythmically. Her top was a white blouse. The hem tucked into her high-waisted skirt naturally hugged her waist, accentuating its slender, delicate line. The faint outline of her bra showed through the blouse, and if anyone came closer, they could easily imagine the color of the skin beneath.
The students couldn't possibly ignore her like that. The male students she passed in the hallway had their eyes glued to the space between her skirt and legs like magnets. The more they stared, the more Jiwon lowered her head slightly and smiled naturally.
"Good morning."
"The weather's lovely today, isn't it?"
She met each gaze with a gentle nod. Her demeanor was calm and modest, yet her smile carried a strangely captivating pull. Every time her hips swayed softly beneath the form-fitting skirt, the students' breathing grew a little rougher. The angle of her heels, the slight bend of her knees beneath the skirt, the sheen of her bare legs below—it was all perfectly orchestrated, like a polished video.
She pretended not to notice, yet moved as if she knew everything, walking naturally all the way to the staff room door. Before placing her hand on the doorknob, Jiwon glanced around once more. Who had been watching her? Who had gotten excited looking at her? And she smiled faintly.
...I like these stares... After all, I'm Master's bitch.
Upon arriving at the staff room, Jiwon quietly sat at her desk. She set down her bag and took out the attendance book and curriculum materials. She organized the printouts, checked the lesson order, and even verified the tablet's charge status.
Today... I'll be teaching in front of Master for the first time in a while.
She smiled inwardly where no one could see.
I'm oddly nervous... After what we did yesterday, seeing Master as a teacher again...
Just then, her phone screen lit up inside the bag. A message had arrived. The sender was... Kim Mingyu.
Insert it in your pussy and come to class.
A short, cold command. Song Jiwon felt as if her breath had stopped. With her hands on the desk, she slowly clenched her fingers.
...Of course. This is exactly what Master would do.
Her fingertips trembled faintly. The area between her legs tingled, and a thrilling excitement rose from deep inside her groin, as if it might spill over at any moment. She immediately typed a reply.
I was actually worried you might not punish me...
I'll put it in my pussy and come...
Please punish this bitch who made you cum without permission...💋
I love you. See you soon🐾
While tidying her desk, Song Jiwon quietly opened her bag and took out the vibrator.
Should I put it in at the restroom...
As she stood up with her bag, a strange impulse suddenly made her heart pound violently.
But... do I really have to go there? Wouldn't it be better... to do it right here...?
Even she was surprised for a moment.
Huh... why am I like this...?
But that question crumbled far too easily before the heat rising along her thighs. She quietly sat back down. Pretending to bring her legs together under the desk, she slowly spread them wide. The side slit of her high-waisted miniskirt parted slightly, revealing the inner thighs.
"Haa..."
A breath escaped her without her realizing. Her fingertips trembled as they reached into the bag. The cool touch of the vibrator against her hand only intensified the pleasure it promised. Slowly, she lowered her right hand beneath the desk. Shifting her hips back slightly and spreading her thighs wider, she hooked her thumb under her panties and pulled them aside.
Ah... no... This is... really crazy... But it's so... fucking hot...
She glanced around quickly. No one was watching. Everyone was focused on their own work. Jiwon very slowly aligned the vibrator with her wet pussy entrance.
Fuck... the moment I put it in, it feels so good I might cum...
Biting her lip, she gradually pushed the vibrator into that slick place.
Schlick...
A faint, wet sound echoed from between her thighs.
Ah... fuck... it's going in... It's in... Ah... crazy... I must have become a total pervert... Doing this next to people... It's so thrilling... and so fucking good...
With her fingertips pressing the vibrator deep inside, she patted her skirt as if straightening it and steadied her breathing, pretending to be calm. But her panties were already soaked, and hot fluids clung to the base of the vibrator.
Oh dear... I get so vulgar when I'm excited... I even curse without realizing... Even if it's only in my head...
Jiwon squeezed her thighs together and recalled the words that had slipped out earlier.
So unlike me... Ah... whatever...
She pulled her skirt down slightly and smiled inwardly.
Strangely... when I curse and say filthy things, it turns me on even more.
The corner of her mouth lifted.
I'm becoming more like Master... No... more like his bitch♥
She quietly closed her legs as if nothing had happened and fixed her panties. With a faint smile on her lips, she gathered a few documents and left the staff room with composed steps. Her heels rang out neatly, as though no one could have guessed the lewdness from moments before.
While walking down the hallway, Song Jiwon's pace was slower than usual. Click, click. Though her high heels sounded proper, the heavy sensation between her legs was anything but. It's... squirming inside... If Master turns it on now... The vibrator buried deep in her pussy hadn't activated yet, but its mere presence created an overwhelming pressure. With every step, the sticky fluids pooled between her panties and the vibrator slid out.
Haa... I might cum before class even starts...
The closer she got to the classroom, the faster her heart raced. The documents in her hands were already damp at the edges with sweat. At the end of the hallway, she arrived in front of the practical arts room. The door was closed, and she couldn't tell if Min-gyu was inside. But her body knew.
Master... is watching, isn't he... He's already prepared, isn't he...
The moment her hand touched the doorknob, she felt a thread of pleasure slip through her skirt.
What kind of punishment will come next...
A precarious smile spread across her lips as she swallowed a small breath. And then the doorknob slowly began to turn with a click.
When the door opened, she stepped into the classroom with a quiet, composed face, as if nothing had happened. With each click of her heels on the tiled floor, the students' gazes turned toward her one by one. Meeting Min-gyu's eyes briefly among them, she gave him a short, silent "submissive greeting" that only he would recognize.
"Good morning, everyone."
Her clear, elegant voice echoed through the classroom. It was the same kind and warm greeting as always, but the nuance hidden behind it was something only Min-gyu could detect—like the wetness she had felt just moments ago at the door.
The moment she carefully walked among the students to hand out the printouts, her entire body began to draw every eye. The tight high-waisted skirt clung firmly to her hips, and with each step, the deep slit between her thighs parted slightly, subtly revealing what lay within. Every time she bent slightly at the waist to pass a printout, her ample cleavage was unintentionally exposed, and the faint outline of her underwear through the blouse was enough to freeze the male students' gazes. From behind, her narrow waist, the wide spread of her hips, and her plump, bursting buttocks made every man imagine "taking her from behind" even as she walked nonchalantly.
In Min-gyu's line of sight, every sway of her hips made the thigh flesh flash between the skirt, the movement seeming like a secret temptation whispering, "Only you understand."
Without a word, she offered each student a gentle smile, met their eyes, and handed out the printouts. With every brief eye contact, her cleavage and thighs were subtly revealed, and her feminine smile carried an indescribable intensity.
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