The Urge to Release: Jiwon's Twitter Craving
Her lower belly swelled ever so slightly as the liquid inside began to stir. Min-gyu offered no reply. He simply prepared the third syringe in silence.
Once again he dipped the empty syringe into the milk, drew it full, and pulled it out brimming. The moment the second injection finished, he immediately drove the third syringe into her rear as well.
The slightly parted anus accepted the blunt intrusion once more. Then came the final push. Song Jiwon kept her head bowed low, lips clenched tight, enduring without a word.
Ah… what do I do… My stomach feels like it’s gurgling… It really feels like my insides are completely filled with milk…
Her belly grew rounder and tighter with every passing second. The sounds rising from her lower abdomen were now unmistakably loud, wet gurgles. Even so, Song Jiwon clenched her rear shut without needing to be told, obeying the command she knew he wanted.
Her slick anal muscles trembled yet stayed firmly sealed, barely holding everything inside. With her bowels packed full of milk, her stomach had visibly distended. From deep in her lower belly came repeated, wet “glorp… glorp…” sounds.
Min-gyu did not order her to release yet. Instead, he slowly dragged his fingertips down over her already-wet pussy, stroking the warm, slick clit as he asked, “How is it? Hard to hold it in, Jiwon?”
Still bracing herself against the wall, she nodded sharply. “I feel like it’s going to come out… Master… I really can’t hold it much longer…”
Min-gyu began rubbing her clit in firm circles. “You want to let it out?”
“Hnn… Please… Let me come, Master…”
Her pussy kept leaking thick, sticky fluids while the urge to expel and the rising pleasure tangled together inside her. Only then did Min-gyu pull his hand away.
“Fine. Let it out. Push like you’re actually taking a shit—squeeze as hard as you can.”
Song Jiwon nodded silently. Min-gyu shifted slightly to the side while she steadied her breathing and began to relax her rear.
At first only a thin, quiet trickle escaped. “Dribble…” Warm milk ran down the cleft of her ass and pooled on the basin floor. Min-gyu watched, thinking, How much did I even put in…? This is barely anything—
Before the thought finished, a sudden, powerful jet erupted from her anus like a water gun. “Squirt—!” Milk sprayed hard against the basin wall. The next moment a wet, vulgar “Pffft—pffft—pffft!” burst from inside her, the sound of a pussy-fart echoing obscenely through the bathroom.
Song Jiwon flinched at the noise. The humiliating, pornographic sound and the first gush of milk hitting the basin filled the room with shameful tension. Reflexively she clenched, trying to stop the flow. Her hands pressed harder against the wall, back rigid, breath ragged.
“Haa… aah…” Sweat beaded along her spine. Her trembling hips and wavering eyes were filled with conflicting emotions.
Min-gyu gave her ass a light slap. “It’s fine. That kind of sound is normal. What just came out is exactly what I wanted.”
His tone stayed calm. “So keep going. Push harder, like you’re really shitting it all out. I’m enjoying this a lot right now.”
Jiwon lowered her head and whispered, “Still… it’s so embarrassing, Master…”
Min-gyu stroked her ass with one hand. “That’s the point. I want you to feel ashamed and humiliated. That’s what I’m after.”
She bit her lip for a moment, then answered softly, obediently, “If… that’s what you want…”
Swallowing her shame, she relaxed her rear again. The anus slowly parted and a heavy, warm pressure began to push out once more.
“Pffft—!” “Glrrk, glrrk—!” With a sudden vibration, milk gushed from deep inside her under strong pressure. “Squirt— squirt—!” The white stream exploded between her cheeks and splattered violently onto the floor.
While watching, Min-gyu quietly picked up the empty syringe, drew it full of air, and carefully pressed the tip back into her still-spurting anus.
“Keep pushing. Keep relaxing. Empty everything.”
He shoved the air-filled syringe deep inside her. “Pshh—” The sudden influx of air made her belly twitch. The increased pressure forced her anus wider, and another powerful surge of milk poured out in thick streams.
Amid the explosive sounds, Jiwon’s expression grew half-dazed. Her lips parted as broken moans escaped. “Hnn…! Hah… hng… hah…!” Whether the sounds were from shame, pleasure, or sheer effort, she no longer knew.
The last of the milk trapped deep inside was forced out by the amplified pressure. The basin was now overflowing with white liquid, bubbles and wet farting noises mixed throughout.
Finally, with thighs trembling, she gave one last weak push to squeeze out the remainder. “Hnn…!” A thin, dwindling trickle ran slowly down the cleft of her ass. “Drip—”
She stayed silent, head bowed, legs shaking until the final drop fell.
Min-gyu stood up slowly. “Good job, Jiwon.”
Leaning against the bathroom wall, he looked down at her naked body. “Now sit comfortably on the floor. Spread your legs in an M-shape.”
At the short, firm command, Jiwon nodded and carefully lowered her hips. She spread her knees wide, forming the M-position. Both her pussy and anus were completely exposed, the remnants of milk glistening beneath her.
Min-gyu folded his arms and stared at her for a long moment. “Hmm…”
After watching her in silence, he suddenly walked out of the bathroom. Jiwon remained seated, naked and trembling, left alone for a short while.
When Min-gyu returned, he held a black mask and his smartphone. “Here. Cover your face.”
He placed the mask over her mouth and nose, then let his gaze drift naturally between her thighs. “Jiwon, look here for a second and make a cute V-sign.”
“L-like this…?”
She looked up at the camera and shyly formed a peace sign. The mask hid her embarrassed expression, leaving only her lewd, aroused eyes visible. “Click, click.”
Damn… those eyes… The masked Jiwon feels completely different.
After testing the camera, Min-gyu picked up the syringe again, filled it with the remaining milk from the basin, and handed it to her.
“You said you wanted to post proof, right?”
Jiwon drew a small breath, unable to lift her head. Min-gyu raised the smartphone slightly. “I’ll film it for you. On the surface, this Twitter account belongs to you, after all.”
The corner of his mouth curled into a thin, quiet, faintly sinister smile. He turned on the screen and looked at her steadily.
“Jiwon.”
His voice was low and calm. “From now on, you’re going to look straight at this camera and say, ‘I’ll prove I’m a public toilet bitch.’ Got it?”
Clutching the syringe with both hands, she nodded. Like a well-trained dog focusing on every instruction, her entire body straightened at his words.
Min-gyu continued, “And while you’re saying it, you’re going to grab one of your tits, squeeze it once, then let it go with a little bounce. Show them how soft and heavy it really is—no editing, no fakes. Prove it with your body.”
“After that, slowly push the syringe into your ass. And when you moan, don’t fake it—make it sound like a bitch who gets off easily from her rear. Exaggerate it.”
Jiwon mouthed the instructions silently. “Moan… like a bitch who feels it easily in her ass…”
“That’s right.” Min-gyu chuckled lightly. “You know what I’ve done to you before. Now you’re going to do it yourself.”
She took a small breath. “So… I just need to put all this milk into my ass?”
Min-gyu nodded. “Exactly. Push it in slowly and make increasingly lewd sounds every time it goes deeper. That’ll be perfect. What they want is a female verification video where both your pussy and ass are clearly visible.”
Jiwon closed her eyes for a moment, then slowly raised her head, eyes trembling. She nodded silently, signaling she understood and was ready.
Just as filming was about to begin, Song Jiwon cautiously raised one hand like a student asking a question.
“Um… Master… that is…”
Min-gyu raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? What is it, Jiwon?”
She hesitated, then spoke in a small voice. “Could I… maybe show the part where it comes out too…?”
“The part where it comes out?”
“Yes… I mean… after I put the milk in… if the part where it flows back out gets filmed… would that be okay…?”
After asking, she covered her face with one hand, clearly embarrassed, and dropped her gaze.
Min-gyu’s eyes narrowed in surprise. This girl… she’s really serious about being watched.
A faint, amused smile tugged at his lips. At the same time, her timid request struck him as oddly endearing.
“You want to show even that part, huh?”
Jiwon flinched, nodding shyly. Min-gyu’s smile deepened with hidden calculation.
“All right. Let’s do it that way. I’ll even give you the account and password.”
Though it sounded like permission, his words carried deeper intent. Min-gyu genuinely wanted to see just how vulgar and depraved she could become on Twitter—what kind of men she would talk to, what comments she would leave, what photos and videos she would post of her own free will, without any orders.
Of course, she wouldn’t be completely free. Min-gyu could access the account anytime. He would see everything she posted, everything she deleted, every DM she exchanged—in real time.
But he wasn’t worried. The thought that Song Jiwon might meet other men or secretly contact someone through the account never crossed his mind. She was already a thoroughly trained bitch, and Min-gyu was her only Master.
What he wanted was to witness exactly how far the woman named Jiwon would willingly degrade herself. He wanted to watch, through his own eyes, what kind of female she would become inside that anonymous space—craving lust and attention as an SNS bitch. And he wanted to record every step of that corruption.
That was the real reason Min-gyu was willing to hand over the account and password to Song Jiwon.