Song Jiwon's Solo Outing and the Gaze
Until the next morning, there was no word from Min-gyu.
Left alone in the empty house, Song Jiwon waited in the uncertainty of that silence.
Today was a day off from classes. That meant her Master would be home as well.
I want to run to his place right now…
She ached to dash over, rub her ass against him, and act cute, but Min-gyu had been clear.
“Don’t come until I order you to.”
So Song Jiwon, restless like a hungry puppy, forced herself to sit still and quiet.
He’ll call for me soon. If I endure, he’ll hold me again and make me feel pretty.
Yes. On days like this, she needed a change of pace.
“I should change and go out for a bit…”
She walked quietly to the closet. A murmur slipped out.
“Mm… right. Because of Aran, I’m stuck as the swimming club advisor now… Ugh, so annoying. Kim Aran… Why does she keep hovering around my Master? It really bothers me…”
She bit her lip and rummaged through the underwear drawer, then paused to glance at the mirror. A small laugh escaped her.
Yeah… Let’s go buy a swimsuit for Master and one for me. But what should I wear…?
The indecision didn’t last long. Min-gyu’s words echoed in her ears without her even realizing it.
Your body is so beautiful. With a face like that too, of course men stare.
And another line had lodged itself firmly in her mind.
Covering up a body that pretty is practically a crime.
Those were his words. Smiling to herself, she reached for the most provocative, eye-catching clothes she owned.
“That’s right… Master’s bitch shouldn’t commit crimes, should she?”
After digging for a while, her fingers brushed against an unfamiliar dress. She didn’t remember buying it—no label, just a tight black scrap of fabric that barely covered her breasts, strapless, ending right below her ass. Bending even slightly would leave nothing to the imagination.
“…When did I even get this? I don’t remember…”
She held it up against her body and turned toward the mirror. Through the thin cloth, the full curve of her E-cup breasts pressed outward, round and heavy.
This… if I just wear it, it’s really going to be dangerous.
But that was exactly what she wanted. Without hesitation, she grabbed the hem and slowly lifted it over her head. The soft fabric slid over her armpits, then caught and rolled over the swell of her breasts.
“Nngh… my chest is so tight…”
She raised her arms and wiggled her torso until the dress finally slipped into place. It clung to her like a second skin, tracing her waist and hips before settling just beneath her ass. A quick shake of her hips made the hem barely cover her cheeks.
“…It’s really cutting it close.”
Her breasts were half-squeezed upward, threatening to spill out if she jumped. She turned slowly in front of the mirror, admiring how the fabric hugged every curve.
“But there are no straps… If I wear a bra, it’ll show. If Master were here, he’d tell me not to wear one, right?”
She abandoned the bra and pulled a lacy thong from the drawer. As she slid it up, the thin fabric wedged deep between her folds.
“Ah… it’s digging right into my pussy…”
She adjusted the lines with her fingers, then reached for coffee-colored pantyhose. The sheer material glided up her legs, pressing the thong even tighter against her skin. The outline of the lace was clearly visible through the stockings.
Finally, she slipped on black stiletto heels. The sharp taps echoed as she stood and examined herself.
“Wow… I look so slutty.”
In the mirror, nothing about the outfit looked like normal streetwear. Her breasts strained against the fabric, the hem was scandalously short, and the thong lines showed clearly through the stockings. She tugged the hem down a little and laughed softly.
“Not just looks slutty… I really am a slutty woman now, aren’t I?”
With a black handbag slung over one arm, Song Jiwon stepped into the elevator. Her finger hovered over the basement parking button, then moved instead to the first floor.
“No need to go all the way to the big department store, right?”
The doors opened to warm sunlight flooding the lobby. Her tiny black dress looked even more revealing in the bright light. The elderly security guard greeted her cheerfully as always.
“Ah, Professor! Have a wonderful day~”
She paused and smiled politely.
“Oh, I’m not a professor. Just call me teacher, please.”
Her voice was soft, but the guard’s eyes had already dropped to the deep cleavage barely contained by the strapless dress. Her nipples pressed visibly against the thin fabric—no bra. He swallowed hard, frozen in place as she walked past, the short hem riding up with every step to reveal the curve of her ass through the sheer stockings.
Once she was gone, he fumbled for his phone, breathing heavily.
Outside, Song Jiwon walked toward the nearby mid-sized department store, heels clicking on the pavement. Couples on dates filled the street. Women shot her sharp glances, some clutching their boyfriends tighter, others openly glaring. She simply smiled and kept walking.
A young couple passed by. The girl muttered with a fake-sweet tone, “Oppa doesn’t like girls like that, right~? Hehe…”
Her boyfriend’s reply was distracted, his eyes glued to Song Jiwon’s legs and ass as he walked by.
She chuckled under her breath and continued on.
When she reached the department store entrance, the glass doors reflected her image back at her. The dress clung obscenely, nipples clearly outlined, thong lines visible through the stockings. She adjusted the side seam and smiled.
Inside… there must be a lot of people. Good. The more, the better.
With that thought, she stepped through the entrance, a small, satisfied curve on her lips.