Song Jiwon Gets Archived on Twitter
Min-gyu bolted down the hallway without even putting his shoes on properly. One hand still clutched his half-zipped pants while the other carried the sticky remnants of his cum. His heart hammered against his ribs, yet his mind felt strangely cold and clear.
‘Did she see…? No. She was asleep. She was even snoring… I heard her mumble something, but it was probably just sleep-talk.’
If Kim Aran had truly opened her eyes, she would have screamed the moment she saw her stockings drenched in his semen. Still, a sliver of doubt crept in.
‘What if she woke up and just pretended to be asleep?’
A cold sweat ran down his spine, but he shook his head.
‘Report him to the police? With her own body covered in cum and her pantyhose soaked in his filth, how would she even explain what happened? CCTV… nothing to worry about there.’
The hallway was still under renovation. Power was unstable in some sections of the neutral zone, and plenty of areas weren’t recording at all. He was just a student, and there was no record of him heading near the nurse’s office that day. He had no criminal record either.
‘That bitch… She’s been acting like she saw us fucking and now she’s trying to pressure me. In the end, it’s all her fault anyway. Compared to the stress she gave me, this is just a small punishment, Kim Aran.’
He took a deep breath, muttered the self-justification under his breath, and quickened his pace. By the time he reached home, the sweat on his back had dried into an itchy film.
Min-gyu fumbled with his keys, hands trembling so badly the metal kept scraping against the lock. Finally the door clicked open. He kicked it shut behind him and staggered inside without even taking off his shoes.
The small, worn studio apartment looked different these days. Ever since Song Jiwon started coming over, every corner had been quietly and meticulously cleaned. The desk was dust-free, the blanket neatly folded beside the bed. The orderliness only made her absence feel sharper.
‘…Feels kinda empty without that bitch around.’
Even so, his cock was still heavy and swollen inside his pants. He collapsed onto the sofa and immediately Song Jiwon’s photos flooded his mind—her lips parted around teasing teeth, breasts exposed, one hand cupping them as she stared at the camera.
“Bold…”
He pulled out his phone and reopened the messenger. Beneath the three selfies she had already sent, a new message waited.
[🟥 Song Jiwon]
“Master🐶💗
This bitch is reflecting! Whenever you want to see me… just reply🥺
I’ll run right over… I love you…💗💗”
Min-gyu’s lips slowly curled upward.
‘A married woman this pretty says she loves me… Sometimes it still doesn’t feel real.’
At the same time, a strange thrill ran through him.
‘But I just came all over another woman… Even if she didn’t know. Is this what they call the thrill of betrayal?’
The image of Kim Aran lying there unaware, his cum splattered across her ass, made his cock twitch again. He scrolled up to Song Jiwon’s photos, especially the second one—her lips bitten, eyes half-lidded, breasts bared on the emergency stairs.
Her face was completely visible in every shot. She hadn’t cared about exposing her identity at all.
“……”
Even after drenching another woman, his body refused to calm down. Instead of post-nut clarity, his cock only grew harder.
‘It’d be a waste to keep these to myself…’
He saved the files, then powered on his computer. The monitor lit up and he typed “Twitter” into the search bar. After clicking through to the sign-up page, he paused at the username field.
‘Who should I post as?’
Posting from an anonymous master account would be fine, but that felt too simple—just bragging. Instead, he chose the opposite.
‘What if I post as if I’m Song Jiwon herself?’
A woman taking her own lewd photos and begging people to look… the DMs would explode. The comments would be filled with horny bastards calling her a slut and saying how fuckable she looked.
Min-gyu’s lips twisted into a filthy grin.
“Yeah. This is it. She did say she wanted to be shown off, didn’t she? She probably didn’t mean like this, though.”
This wasn’t just bragging. It was proof—proof of how many men would jerk off to her, how much of a horny bitch Song Jiwon really was. Dozens, hundreds of men would cum to these photos, leave degrading comments, and he would make her read every single one.
“Look. This guy wants to rape you.”
“Right now there’s a line of guys jerking off to your pictures.”
He wanted to turn her into the kind of woman who got wet from that humiliation. At first she would be shocked, but eventually she would admit she enjoyed being degraded and start craving it. He wanted her to see their reactions, to become a bitch who got excited from being insulted and used, a slut who could never stop showing herself off.
That was the picture Min-gyu wanted.
He typed in the username @PublicToiletBitch, selected female, and opened the photo folder. After carefully blurring her face and removing any identifiable background details while keeping the stairwell setting obvious, he uploaded the image.
Min-gyu hovered the mouse over the post button, then clicked.
Once the tweet was live, he immediately picked up his phone and sent a single message.
Kim Min-gyu:
“Come to my place by 9 p.m.”
The reply came within a minute.
Song Jiwon:
“Yes! Master… I’ll be there by 9🐾
I’ll reflect again…
I miss you… See you soon💗💦”
Min-gyu stared at the screen, lips curling into a smirk. He couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she walked through the door and he showed her the timeline—dozens of crude comments already piling up beneath her exposed breasts.
‘I wonder what expression she’ll make when she reads them.’
He set the phone down and stood up, already imagining how he would greet her.