Song Jiwon's Reaction to the Twitter Storm
Time passed.
Min-gyu sat in his chair, blankly staring at the ceiling.
Then it came.
From outside, the familiar click-clack of high heels echoed down the hall.
She’s here…
Min-gyu turned his head toward the digital clock on the wall.
8:58.
“Right on time, as always.”
The footsteps grew louder, closer, until they stopped right in front of the door.
Huh…? Why isn’t she coming in?
Min-gyu folded his arms and kept his eyes on the door. He had no intention of opening it himself.
Two full minutes passed. Exactly two minutes.
9:00 sharp.
Knock… knock…
A small, cautious, perfectly timed knock.
A thin shiver ran up Min-gyu’s spine.
This bitch is seriously something else…
Half surprise, half déjà vu.
Keeping his expression neutral, Min-gyu slowly rose from his seat. When he turned the handle, the metal door opened quietly to reveal Song Jiwon standing perfectly straight, hands clasped in front of her.
She looked neat and proper, yet the outfit she wore clearly hid something far more lewd beneath it.
A dark, tight-fitting long dress clung to every curve, accentuating her waist and hips. The neckline plunged deep, shamelessly displaying her full cleavage. Every movement made the thin fabric shift over her skin, and the side slit ran so high that her inner thighs were almost completely exposed with each step. The smooth line of her calves disappeared into sharp black stiletto heels that clicked elegantly against the floor, making her hips and thighs sway with controlled grace.
In her hand she carried a black clutch decorated with a metal chain. Whatever she had prepared for the night was quietly waiting inside.
She blinked slowly, the corner of her mouth lifting in a faint smile.
“Master… may I come in?”
Min-gyu stared at her, momentarily dazed, then cleared his throat and nodded.
“Yeah… yeah. Come in.”
She bowed her head obediently and stepped inside, heels clicking softly across the small one-room apartment. Min-gyu sat on the edge of the narrow bed and made space for her. Jiwon sat beside him without a word, lightly fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
They had only been apart for a little over a day, yet seeing her again made Min-gyu’s chest tighten with an unexpected surge of desire. Her glossy hair, the modest office-lady look, even her bare feet after she slipped off her heels—everything about her suddenly felt painfully beautiful.
Shit… If I show her the Twitter comments and she actually gets pissed off… what then?
The ridiculous thought flashed through his mind and left a strange ache beneath his ribs. He shook it off with a small cough and deliberately slipped back into his “Master” tone.
“So… while I was gone, you didn’t touch yourself or play with your pussy, did you?”
The moment the words left his mouth, Min-gyu realized how idiotic the question sounded. He swallowed hard. Even to his own ears it was embarrassing.
Yet Song Jiwon only smiled softly, tucked her hair behind her ear, and looked straight at him.
“Mmm… Master’s cock kept flashing through my mind… My lower belly kept throbbing, like I was in heat… I really wanted to, but…”
She paused for a beat, then continued in a gentle voice.
“You never gave me permission to masturbate. So I just held it in.”
Her tone was soft, confident, and oddly proud. It was as if she knew exactly how tense he was and was gently guiding him.
Min-gyu felt his heart skip. Damn… she’s so feminine. This is what a real woman is like.
He reached out and slowly stroked her hair.
“Good girl.”
Jiwon tilted her head toward his hand like a puppy, lowering it further so he could pet her more easily. Her soft hair slid beneath his palm. Eyes closed, she quietly accepted the touch.
Min-gyu’s heart thumped again. How the hell is this woman so perfectly cute?
He stood up, turned on the computer, and once the screen lit up he crooked a finger at her.
“Come here.”
Jiwon approached without hesitation. Min-gyu gestured to the chair; she sat down with her knees together, still unsure what was happening. Min-gyu logged into Twitter. The first page loaded with her photos, DM notifications, and dozens of comment alerts.
Ignoring her startled expression, he clicked on the first post. A flood of shameless comments filled the screen.
Jiwon slowly scrolled through the comments one by one. Words like “Is this real?”, “Where’s the video?”, and “I wanna cum on those tits” filled the screen. Her finger paused. A soft sigh escaped her lips.
“Mmm…”
She turned and looked straight at Min-gyu. His shoulders stiffened.
What…? Why is she looking at me like that? Is she mad? What if she’s disappointed?
After a long, expressionless stare, she finally spoke.
“…Master.”
Her voice was clear and bright. Min-gyu answered, “Yeah? What is it, bitch?” but the word “bitch” felt strangely weak on his tongue.
Shit… why am I the one getting embarrassed?
Jiwon smiled gently.
“You wanted to show me off…!!”
Min-gyu’s eyes widened slightly.
“That’s right… I did say you could be shown off, but I didn’t expect you to do it so quickly and so publicly! I was surprised… but I’m happy.”
Min-gyu felt something deep in his chest twist. Fuck, this woman actually likes this? The tension eased a little, but a strange chill ran down his spine at the same time.
Wait… she’s an even bigger slut than I thought… Can I even handle this?
He straightened his back and spoke in a low, commanding voice.
“Yeah. I figured a bitch like you would get wet from guys’ reactions. Go on. Read every single comment and DM.”
Leaving those words behind, he walked over to the bed and lay down, watching her from behind as she sat at the monitor.
She had looked so feminine and puppy-like just moments ago. But now he realized she was far more perverted than he had ever imagined.
No… did I make her this way?
Min-gyu quietly wondered whether she had always been like this or if he had trained her into it.
Twenty-five minutes later, Jiwon finally stood up. She walked over and knelt beside the bed like a mermaid, cheeks flushed, breathing slightly ragged.
“Master… I finished reading everything.”
Min-gyu looked down at her.
“Yeah? How did it feel? Having your tits shown to all those men, getting rated and humiliated?”
Jiwon closed her mouth for a moment, tilting her head in thought.
“It felt good.”
The simple answer was far more honest and intense than he expected. After a short pause she continued in a quiet voice.
“It felt like I was surrounded by men… about to be raped.”
“Not that I actually want to be raped, of course… but it was like a fantasy I’ve had hidden deep inside for a long time. It felt like it was finally coming true…”
Her voice trailed off. She lowered her head and began fidgeting with her fingers like a nervous girl.
Min-gyu smiled softly.
“What? That’s how you felt? And then what?”
She took a deep breath, as if making a confession.
“Please… post more pictures of me on that Twitter. The kind of things they want to see…”
“As long as it’s under your control… I want you to keep running that account. I’ll be grateful if you show me the Twitter too…”
Her fingers moved even faster, betraying her nervousness. Min-gyu finally noticed the habit.
Ah… so she does that when she’s nervous.
He nodded with a smile.
“I’ll do that for you, bitch. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
Her hands stopped. She slowly lifted her head and smiled, eyes crinkling with pure, obedient joy directed only at him.
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, her mouth formed a small circle.
“Oh! Wait…”
She looked at him with a slightly cautious expression.
“There were… some mean comments too.”
Min-gyu tilted his head.
“Like what?”
Jiwon lowered the corner of her mouth, looking faintly displeased.
“They said I’m just a pig with big tits who used filters to look slimmer… and that they won’t believe it without verification shots or videos.”
Min-gyu chuckled.
“So in the end, you want to post verification shots, huh?”
Jiwon started fidgeting again. He quickly continued.
“Of course. That’s what a bitch is supposed to do. Without proof, those guys will never believe it’s real. They’re suspicious as hell and savage with their comments.”
Jiwon nodded, biting her lip. Then she spoke in a slightly wronged voice.
“Yes, Master… Please make me verify. I’m a little angry. I’m not a pig!”
Her words carried a cute anger, pride, and a desperate desire to be acknowledged by her master. Looking at her, Min-gyu felt a deep sense of satisfaction.
I’ve completely tamed her. She’s my perfect bitch now.
Relief washed over him, and at the same time his mind filled with vulgar, filthy fantasies about her beautiful face, glamorous body, obediently folded knees, and full breasts.
“What time is it!?”
Min-gyu suddenly asked. Jiwon checked her phone, startled.
“9:40.”
Min-gyu jumped up.
“Shit!”
He grabbed only his wallet and rushed out the door, yelling, “Wait here!”
He sprinted down the alley at full speed, heart pounding, lungs burning, refusing to stop. He burst into the pharmacy, gasping for air.
“Hah… hah… Sir… a syringe, please… the biggest one you have…”
The pharmacist stared at him with wide eyes.
“Oh dear, you look like you’re dying, haha.”
He handed over the packaged syringe. Min-gyu shook his head.
“I don’t need the needle… just the syringe… please…”
The pharmacist frowned, then laughed.
“What’s the rush, student? What do you need it for?”
Min-gyu caught his breath.
“Ah… for my dog’s medicine… I have to give it to him… thanks…”
Clutching the syringe, he left the pharmacy, bent over with his hands on his knees, panting. After catching his breath he wiped his sweat-soaked hair and headed to the convenience store. He grabbed three one-liter cartons of milk from the fridge and stuffed them into a plastic bag.
Perfect… preparations complete.
With the heavy white liquid swinging in the bag, Min-gyu slowly walked back home, his mind already filled with filthy images of exactly how he would use the syringe and milk on Song Jiwon and what kind of expression she would make.