Am I Better...?
Without realizing it, Min-gyu blurted out the childish question.
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*All students, the protagonist, and every other character appearing in this work are adults.*
After emptying the last sip from his teacup, Min-gyu slowly straightened his back and looked down at the table.
He carefully pushed the tray away with his fingertips and said shortly, “That was good.”
Song Ji-won rose from her seat and quietly began clearing the cups.
While she stepped into the kitchen, Min-gyu stood up in a deliberately casual manner.
Standing in the living room, he turned his head and walked straight down the inner hallway until he stopped in front of the farthest door.
He pushed the door open. The bedroom door swung smoothly inward.
Stepping inside, he was greeted by the warm scent of the blankets, the neatly made bed under soft lighting, and a single photograph hanging on the wall above it.
It was a wedding photo.
Min-gyu approached slowly and looked up at the wall.
There was Song Ji-won in a white wedding dress, smiling brightly. Beside her, a man had his arm wrapped around her waist.
“Hmm...”
Min-gyu muttered to himself.
“So that’s what the bitch’s husband looks like...?”
The man in the photo had refined, well-defined features and an air of culture. Min-gyu studied the face for a moment before letting out a small snort.
*He’s... better looking than me.*
He glanced away and swept his gaze over the tidy desk in the corner and the hotel-like precision of the bedding.
*Good job, nice place to live...*
While muttering inwardly, Min-gyu slowly turned around. Song Ji-won was standing quietly by the door.
She had been watching him the entire time he examined the room, her hands neatly folded in front of her. Her posture was that of a housewife greeting an unfamiliar master—tension and submission quietly woven into every line of her body.
Standing beneath the slanted light, she still wore her neat school blouse and short skirt, yet the curve of her breasts and the silhouette of her bare legs beneath the hem radiated a restrained sensuality.
With her fingers laced together, her lips pressed shut, and her eyes fixed silently on Min-gyu, she looked perfectly demure—yet that single silhouette was more obscene than the bed itself.
At that moment, Min-gyu asked, “This is... the room you and your husband sleep in?”
Ji-won blinked once, then gave a tiny nod.
“...Yes, Master.”
Min-gyu scanned the room again—the blankets, the photo on the wall, the nightstand. Traces of daily life were everywhere, each one proof of another man’s presence. Yet the image of Ji-won kneeling before him crashed head-on into that reality.
“I have a question.”
Min-gyu walked slowly toward her.
“Your husband looks decent, has a stable job... pretty good catch, right?”
Ji-won lowered her head and quietly drew in a breath.
Min-gyu stopped in front of her and added in a low, brief voice, “So why do you submit to me?”
The question sounded like pure curiosity, yet beneath it lurked jealousy, doubt, and the raw desire to confirm that this female belonged to him.
“Any other man could meet you and indulge whatever kinks he wanted.”
His eyes slowly traced her body as he spoke.
“You know it yourself. Your body is... special.”
His gaze slid down the curve of her breasts beneath the blouse, then lower, to the hem of her skirt riding up her thighs.
“A body like this... who wouldn’t want to fuck it?”
He let out a short laugh at the end of his sentence.
Ji-won’s eyes slowly, very slowly, lifted to meet his. Complicated emotions tangled inside them—guilt, desire, loyalty, and a truth she couldn’t voice.
She parted her lips quietly.
“That’s because...”
She leaned her face into his fingertips, answering with a calm gaze.
“Because you’re my student. Because you’re young.”
The corner of her mouth curved ever so slightly.
“I... like that sense of immorality.”
She lowered her head a little and slowly walked toward the bed in the master bedroom. After glancing at Min-gyu for a moment, she sat down on the edge of the bed, knees together.
That single motion made her blouse ride up, exposing the bare skin below her waist. The short skirt naturally rolled higher, revealing the upper part of her thighs. Without stockings, the smooth, pale skin of her legs stood out sharply.
As she sat, the hem of her skirt slid up until it barely covered the top of her panties. The boundary between skirt and underwear was almost perfectly aligned. One more inch and her pussy would be completely exposed.
Between her bare thighs, the soft inner flesh pressed together, shadows hinting at the cleft. Even without trying, her body looked obscenely inviting.
Ji-won laced her fingers over her knees and continued.
“You’re right. If other men had wanted me, I could have met them first.”
Her tone was matter-of-fact, yet the way she sat was utterly exposed and deliberate. Several buttons on her blouse were undone, her cleavage deep, and the natural sway of her unsupported breasts was clearly visible. Even the faint outline of her nipples showed through the thin fabric.
Min-gyu’s gaze followed the curve downward.
His eyes slid slowly from her upper body to her thighs, then lower, slipping beneath the edge of her panties.
She felt his stare but kept speaking calmly.
“But I... never even dreamed of cheating before.”
A faint smile touched her lips as her hand moved to her thigh, gently stroking it.
“Then, at some point, it became like this.”
Her fingertips slowly caressed the inside of her thigh.
“I started wanting Min-gyu’s—our Master’s—cock.”
Each word sank in slowly, deeply.
“I wanted to follow Master’s orders... like a moth diving straight into dangerous flames...”
She lifted her eyes and looked straight at him.
“That stimulation, that pleasure... it just kept growing more and more intense.”
At that moment, Min-gyu’s gaze caught the faint outline of her pussy pressed against the thin panties between her legs. Even while sitting so obediently on the bed, her posture was blatantly, obscenely lewd. And the fact that she showed herself so shamelessly made her both vulgar and breathtakingly beautiful.
Min-gyu felt himself slowly, unmistakably hardening.
Hearing her answer, he raised one eyebrow slightly.
“...You like it because I’m young and your student...”
The words left a strange aftertaste. Before he knew it, another question slipped out.
“...Who’s better? Me or your husband?”
The moment the words left his mouth, Min-gyu instantly realized his mistake.
*Fuck... what the hell am I saying right now...*
It was the kind of pathetic question an inexperienced guy would ask on his first night—“How many guys have you been with?”—and it made him look ridiculous. The authority of a master, the composure of a dominant, everything wavered for a split second.
*Damn it...*
But it was already too late. The question had reached Ji-won’s ears clearly and could not be taken back.
She raised her head and looked at him quietly. Then...
She smiled gently, warmly.
“Hmm... Honestly?”
She shrugged lightly, drawing out the moment playfully.
“Well...”
Min-gyu blinked, swallowing hard.
*What? She’s not answering...?*
A light tension tightened around his throat.
Finally, Ji-won curled her lips and spoke softly.
“Because I like you so much... Maybe that’s why I gave you my ass—something I never gave my husband?”
Min-gyu’s eyes widened slightly.
“I hope that answers your question.”
Ji-won tilted her head, looking a little embarrassed, and smiled.
“And...”
She crossed her legs slightly, smoothing her skirt. The hem that had barely covered her panties rolled up further, fully exposing the waistband. The thin fabric clung to her, clearly outlining the cleft of her pussy. As she crossed her legs, bare skin along her hips was revealed in a sexy line. The panties no longer hid anything; the skirt had become nothing more than decoration.
She looked up at him as if nothing were unusual.
“At first, I thought you were a little clumsy when you put it in.”
A soft playfulness sparkled in her smiling eyes.
“But that was... really good. Because it felt like I was taking your first time.”
Her voice trembled with lust at the end.
“Now...”
She gripped the hem of her skirt with both hands and squeezed her thighs.
“I can feel Master’s cock scraping every corner inside my pussy and deep in my ass.”
She drew in a breath and added with a small laugh, “That uncircumcised cock... I love it so much.”
Heat laced her breathing.
“And most of all... I love it when you degrade me, Master.”
She half-closed her eyes, biting her lip as she looked at him.
“So please don’t compare yourself to my husband.”
She toyed with the side string of her panties, exhaling slowly.
“The only thing in my head right now... is Master’s cock. Really.”
Her voice was sweet, vulgar, and utterly that of a bitch.
Ji-won stared straight at Min-gyu in silence for a while. There was no hesitation or anxiety left in her eyes. She drew in a quiet breath and curved her lips.
“And...”
She continued softly, “I can prove it right here.”
Leaning forward slightly, she deliberately undid one more button on her blouse.
*Pop—*
With that small sound, the thin fabric parted, revealing her nipples, slightly swollen from the humid heat. The pink buds trembled faintly with each breath, their gaze fixed on Min-gyu—more precisely, on his cock.
“Whether you degrade me, rape me, or just fuck me senseless...”
Her voice grew thicker, stickier with every word.
“This room, this bed, even the space I used to share with my husband...”
She brushed her own nipple with her fingertip and smiled.
“I can offer it all for Master’s pleasure.”
A lewd breath escaped her lips.
“If it makes you happy... then my husband...”
She murmured quietly, “...can be used as nothing more than a tool.”
At that moment, a surge of possessiveness and lust exploded inside Min-gyu, overwhelming every shred of reason and self-control. She sat there with her blouse open, breasts fully exposed, holding his gaze with seductive invitation.
And the instant Min-gyu saw that look in her eyes, he could no longer hold back.