The Exposure Command That Burst Her Rape Fantasy
Kim Mingyu pushed the silence aside for a moment. Now was not the time to embrace his emotions. The brief flicker of pity stirred by her husband’s story was quickly buried beneath twisted self-pity.
Pitiful? I’m the pitiful one. I set this whole thing up, got sucked into it… and I’m the one who can tear it all down.
He picked up his smartphone again and typed a short, blunt message.
Song Jiwon’s face flushed with heat as she read the screen. She quickly glanced around the staff room. The other teachers were still buried in their work; no one was looking at her. Even so, her nerves stood on end.
Her short H-line skirt had ridden up to mid-thigh while she sat, and the coffee-colored stockings visible above her knees shimmered faintly under the fluorescent lights. Without thinking, she tried to smooth the hem down, but it was useless. The skirt had always been too short. She had deliberately left the top two buttons of her blouse undone since morning, revealing a deep cleavage. Nothing was left to the imagination. The white high heels made her ankles look even slimmer, and the stocking lines wrapped seductively around her calves.
She was acutely aware of all of it.
Song Jiwon lightly bit her lip. Her fingertips hovered over the screen before stopping. Her legs unconsciously crossed and uncrossed. She could feel the area between her thighs slowly growing more sensitive.
She swallowed hard. Was it really okay to say it? Yet the very desire to have that “okay” confirmed was stripping her bare even more. Song Jiwon could hardly believe what she was about to confess. Still, revealing her secret desires to someone whose name and face she didn’t know gave her a strangely liberating feeling.
She crossed her legs once more without thinking, and the tip of her high heel tapped lightly against the chair leg. Startled by the small sound, she looked around, but the staff room remained indifferent. She let out a careful breath. At the same time, she noticed her skirt hem had ridden up deep along her thighs. The bare skin above her coffee-colored stockings was exposed, yet she didn’t pull her hand away to cover it.
I should pull it down…
Even as she thought that, she found she didn’t dislike the state she was in. Instead, a faint thrill made her chest rise and fall rapidly, causing more skin to show through the gap in her blouse.
She stared at the phone screen again.
A shiver ran down her spine and tightened around her thighs. The moment she typed those words, she grew even wetter inside.
Kim Mingyu looked down at the screen and slowly curled his lips into a smile.
He’s right…
For a moment, Song Jiwon’s heart sank. It felt as if he had peered straight into her. A mix of surprise and shame washed over her as she cautiously placed her hand on her thigh. The light stroking sensation spread even more vividly through the thin stockings. Her entire body responded with a sharp tingle.
After reading the message, Kim Mingyu leaned back in his chair and laughed mockingly. He had hit the mark—her weakness, her deepest crack.
Fucking bitch… At school she spreads her legs and flashes her panties, but now she’s scared?
His eyes held contempt, yet outwardly he remained calm, preparing to stoke her desires even further. He sneered inwardly. He had watched every day how many eyes she drew to herself. The woman who walked around with a short skirt and loose blouse, casually leaving a couple of buttons undone, as if it were normal. Every time male students’ gazes swept over her cleavage and thighs, she secretly enjoyed it. She knew better than anyone how many cocks she had made hard, and she confirmed her own existence through those stares.
She treats me like an idiot inside, yet in front of students she crosses her legs and shows her panty line, bends over to flash her cleavage… Does she not even realize how slutty she’s being?
With a twisted smile, Kim Mingyu slipped back into his role as master and slowly typed another message.