Min-gyu Targets Kim Aran in Her Sleep!?
Song Jiwon assumed her master was at home, but at that exact moment, Kim Min-gyu was still at school.
In a corner of the art department practice room, Min-gyu rested one elbow on the desk and continued sketching with a pencil in his other hand. After a while, he loosened his fingers and lifted his head.
He had sat down intending to focus solely on drawing for the first time in a while. Outside the window, sunlight scattered across the landscape, but inside the classroom it was deathly quiet. Even the air conditioner made no sound, and that profound stillness wrapped around his mind in an oddly comforting way.
His stomach gave a quiet rumble, signaling that lunchtime was approaching. Hunger slowly dulled his concentration.
“Going all the way to the snack bar feels like too much trouble…”
Chuckling at his own muttered words, he stood up and left the practice room at a leisurely pace. The sound of his footsteps echoed down the hallway, bouncing off the walls like a lonely resonance.
The school felt unusually empty today.
‘Strange how quiet it is. Almost like summer vacation…’
Light spilled from the gaps of empty classrooms. Dust drifted through the doorframes. The air carried neither warmth nor chill, everything suspended in a vacuum-like stillness.
‘That bitch is probably holed up at home by now.’
Min-gyu walked without much thought past the health room, the gym storage closet, and the donated books from graduates. Old posters and notices lined the walls. The quiet corridor felt almost unfamiliar in its silence.
He leaned his back against the wall in the central corridor and looked up at the ceiling. He had no solid proof, but yesterday’s expression and the sudden silence after their chat made him suspect she had done something lewd again.
‘Maybe she got wet all by herself… Maybe she rubbed her pussy while imagining her master, taking advantage of her useless husband being away.’
A faint smirk tugged at Min-gyu’s lips as he sank into the loose fantasy. What was the bitch wearing right now? How was she spread open? How wet was she? What kind of expression was she making while enduring an ownerless afternoon?
The thoughts naturally progressed to the next stage.
‘I need to push her harder now. Just showing and taking pictures isn’t enough anymore.’
She was already getting wet on her own. At this point, he needed to demand something more stimulating and dirtier.
‘Yeah… her husband. That’s the key.’
Min-gyu slowly rolled his feet while turning the idea over in silence. A husband away on a business trip. Previously, the man’s existence had been a burden, but now it could become a tool.
‘Should I make her tremble right in front of that bastard? Or should I train the bitch while she still smells like her husband the moment he just left?’
He wanted to cover the lingering warmth of the husband, the bed the husband used, every trace of that daily life with his own cock. To stain her within the framework of “family,” melt her down, and dye her completely as his own.
‘In the end, that bitch is something I created… and I decide how to break her.’
At that moment, Min-gyu’s gaze shifted. In front of the health room door, in a quiet area he had assumed was empty, a strangely familiar, almost annoyingly cute breathing sound slipped softly through the gap in the door.
“…Grr… hoo… dororong…”
A low, small, soft snore. A cute, drowsy sound of someone sleeping. Clearly different from the hum of the air purifier, the vivid living breath made Min-gyu stop in his tracks.
Right in front of the health room door.
‘…Who is it? Was someone using this space?’
The door was almost closed, showing no visible gap, and no light could be detected from inside. But one thing was certain—someone was breathing in there. And that breathing sounded oddly familiar.
Min-gyu stepped closer, unconsciously holding his breath as he leaned his back against the wall near the door. The more he listened, the clearer the woman’s breathing became. It wasn’t simple fatigue; it carried a languid, loosened tension. From inside, a fresh lemon-like scent seeped gently through the gap—much lighter than artificial perfume, like the natural aroma rising from a woman’s damp skin.
The moment the scent reached his nose, Min-gyu instinctively thought of one name.
Kim Aran.
The woman who always smiled slyly while digging into someone’s personal space. Careless eyes, carefully chosen lip balm, a slender yet glamorous figure that looked like it would fit perfectly in one’s arms. And that fresh lemon scent that subtly drifted from the back of her neck.
‘No way… why would she be here?’
A cool tension and strange anticipation surged through the center of Min-gyu’s forehead at the same time.
He placed his fingertips on the slightly open gap in the health room door and slowly pushed his foot inside, shifting his weight onto his tiptoes while keeping his presence hidden. Without a single creak, the door opened just enough for a bed to come into view.
A woman was lying on it.
Black miniskirt and pantyhose. Her shoes had already been taken off and neatly placed beneath the bed. She was curled up with one leg slightly bent, fast asleep.
It was indeed Kim Aran.
Min-gyu approached a few steps while holding his breath. Soft, gentle snoring filled the room. The scent drifting from her nape carried a mix of fresh lemon and a faint trace of alcohol.
‘Ah… she drank hard yesterday.’
The lingering smell of alcohol, Aran’s languid expression, and even the limp fingertips told him exactly how wrecked she had been the night before.
Min-gyu was about to quietly turn his head away when his gaze suddenly stopped lower down. Her miniskirt had ridden up. The fabric, which had been at her knees, was now bunched beneath her hips and spread thinly over the pantyhose. Between the gap, the firm curve of her buttocks was visible. The smooth line and the triangular silhouette of her panties covering the upper part of her pussy showed faintly through the pantyhose.
Because she was lying slightly twisted on her side, one hip was raised. The soft flesh above her panties pressed gently, creating a subtle curve. The panty fabric visible through the stockings was slightly bunched, and the deep cleft between her buttocks was lewdly exposed right before Min-gyu’s eyes.
‘…Fuck, this is insane.’
It was completely different from Song Jiwon’s soft, moist corruption. This was a slender body with a subtle glamorous touch layered on top. Her stomach, toned from swimming, and the firm lines running smoothly down to her arms were completely relaxed in her defenseless sleep. Her breasts were slightly larger than average, and even while lying down, the curves pressed by her bra were visible through the slightly open blouse.
Her waist was trim without a trace of fat, and the lines of her legs down to her thighs looked even more obscene wrapped in stockings. At the same time, the fresh scent from her nape and the loose, alcohol-tinged breaths mixed together.
Min-gyu stood frozen, unable to look away. Her breathing, the sheen of the stockings along her skin, the panty lines visible beneath her skirt—and above all, the fact that she was completely defenseless and unaware of him—everything stirred something deep in his mind.
Min-gyu slowly exhaled and brought his hand to his waist. The sound of his belt unbuckling was soft, followed by the clear metallic rasp of his zipper sliding down through the silence. When he slipped his hand into the gap in his pants, his already rock-hard cock sprang out, pressing against his underwear. The moment he wrapped his fingers around it after pushing the fabric aside, his entire body grew tense and cool.
‘Yeah… you fucking bitch. That arrogant look on your face like you had something on me…’
Min-gyu lowered his head and slowly stepped forward. As he approached the side of the bed until his feet were right beside her hips, the strange mix of her lemon scent and alcohol smell hit his nose.
Her legs were neatly together, but her skirt was half-rolled up, lewdly revealing the triangular panty lines through the pantyhose.
‘This bitch is probably just as bad as Song Jiwon… maybe even worse. At least she never hesitates with skinship. Linking arms, putting her hand on my thigh, pushing her waist so her pussy brushes against my cock… smiling like it’s nothing. Maybe she’s the school’s official jerk-off material.’
As he slowly stroked his cock up and down, the tension coiled tightly around his palm. He pressed down on the base with his palm and released it while glancing at her profile. Her glasses lay beside her. Soft breaths escaped between her lips. Mascara smudged at the corners of her eyes. Gentle breathing slipped through her slightly parted lips.
‘She looks way prettier without her glasses.’
Min-gyu narrowed his eyes for a moment as he looked down at her face. Her eyelashes trembled faintly. Her lips were slightly open. Her cheeks were a little flushed. The face lying there was much clearer and prettier than he had expected.
For a second, the cock in his hand twitched, but he clicked his tongue right away.
‘Ha… fuck. Should I just cum on her face? She’s sleeping with her mouth open… I could fill it like this.’
‘…No, that’s too risky. Hold it in, Min-gyu. For now, just cum on her ass and run.’
Min-gyu narrowed his eyes and slightly shifted his hips. His grip tightened. The heat and movement in his palm quickened as her breathing beside his ear and the exposed skin before his eyes overlapped. The curve of her buttocks pressed against the panties merged with the fantasy of his cock throbbing at the tip in rhythm with his strokes. Min-gyu swallowed a hollow laugh and clenched his teeth.
‘You bitch… women can’t stand above me. Pussies are just things meant to be fucked and made to submit.’
‘Even if you laugh and talk and teach and pretend to be in charge, in the end you’re all just going to end up like this—lying down and getting crushed under my cock.’
‘This is my way.’
His cock swelled thicker. The movement of his wrist grew more explicit. He didn’t stop. Step by step, Min-gyu moved closer to her body lying on the bed. The sticky heat leaking from the tip of his cock and the suppressed rhythm of his wrist stopped right in front of her ass, almost touching.
The buttocks slightly pressed against the pantyhose. The soft, elastic curve of her ass flowed down in a moderately collapsed posture on the bed. The pressure of the stockings on her inner thighs made the gap look even more obscene.
Min-gyu half-closed his eyes and exhaled roughly.
‘You fucking bitch. Acting friendly, acting cute, putting your arm on my leg under the excuse of skinship, leaning on my shoulder, brushing your chest against me… reaching your hand all the way near my cock without anyone noticing. Was all of that calculated?’
‘Because of you, I quit the swimming club, you goddamn bitch. Walking around in a swimsuit in front of me, your wet body rubbing against me every time…’
‘I thought I was going to lose my mind… If you were going to do that, you should’ve just offered it once, you slut.’
Anger and desire boiling inside erupted through the rhythm of his fingers. The tip of his cock was already wet with clear fluid.
‘This bitch probably loves men too. If I train her, she’ll follow me like crazy. The kind of bitch who wouldn’t even notice if she got gangbanged while drunk off her ass.’
Stopping his hand right in front of her ass, Min-gyu scanned the soft flesh above her panties and the line of her thighs. He could no longer hold back. He lowered his head.
‘Fine… I’ll cum for you, bitch.’
At that moment, strength surged from his waist. He pressed down hard on his cock once. Hot semen shot out like it was burning and splattered across the pantyhose.
“Hup…!”
With his mouth covered, his waist jerked once. Thick cum spurted in a line and landed on her ass with a wet sound. A second spurt followed, then a third, splattering across her inner thighs and stockings. The fourth landed on the rolled-up hem of her skirt, leaving a clear white stain on the black fabric.
Her panties, thighs, between the stockings, and the edge of her skirt were all evenly coated. Drops slowly trickled down one by one.
Kim Aran remained asleep, snoring softly.
Min-gyu stared down at the scene in a daze, breathing heavily as his cock softened.
‘Fuck… this is how I deal with you.’
The skirt hem lay crookedly over the traces he had left. The panty line was slightly bent under the sticky semen. Min-gyu casually pulled his smartphone from his pocket. He wanted to capture the scene—the posture, the woman with his cum running down her ass. A quiet, filthy record of revenge that only he could see.
Just as he was about to open the camera app—
The bitch went to the department store…🎀”
‘…Shit.’
The brief notification sound made his heart clench. Even that short alert seemed to make Aran’s ear twitch in response.
“…Mmm… hnya…”
Kim Aran let out a small moan and stirred. Her eyelids trembled slightly. Her hips shifted just a little, and the semen on top trickled down.
Min-gyu hurriedly fixed his pants and slipped out from beside the bed. His heart was pounding wildly. Without even putting on his shoes, he pushed the health room door halfway open and rushed outside.
From behind, Aran’s voice seemed about to emerge, but only a sleepy breath followed.
“Hwee… Mom… I’m sorry… Don’t hit me… Grr… dorong…”
Min-gyu didn’t look back. Whether she had woken up, whether she had recognized him, or whether she had known from the beginning—none of it could be confirmed as he disappeared into the quiet shadows at the end of the corridor.