Newbie Sect Slut
After a moment, Mingyu secured his smartphone in place and quietly signaled with his hand.
Once recording began, Jiwon immediately started reciting her lines exactly as Mingyu had scripted them.
“I’m… not a pig…
It’s just… my breasts are a little big…”
Song Jiwon’s voice trembled slightly, breathless and tinged with anticipation. Her face was half-hidden behind the black mask. Beyond it, her breasts were fully exposed, squeezed between both hands as she slowly displayed their soft, jiggling bounce.
Her fingertips soon slid down behind her hips. The tip of the syringe she held pressed firmly against her spread rear entrance, sliding in quietly but decisively.
And then—
“Hnn…
Right now… milk is going inside my ass…”
“I… really love this kind of thing…
The feeling of something thick filling my ass… it feels so good…”
“Do you guys… like ass too…?
Hnn… Just like this…”
With lewd moans, she moved her fingers and slowly squeezed out the milk. Her expression made it impossible to tell whether she was still acting for someone or had completely lost herself in the moment.
One hand gripped the syringe while the other spread her thighs wide, the explicit scene captured in raw detail. On top of it all was a small selfie of her wearing the black mask, flashing a peace sign beside her face.
That was the final shot of the day.
Just as Mingyu was about to finish uploading, Jiwon clasped her hands together and began fidgeting with her fingers without realizing it.
Seeing that, Mingyu turned his head and asked.
“What’s wrong.
Got something to say?”
Jiwon avoided his gaze like someone caught doing something wrong and spoke in a small voice.
“Um… Master…
Could you write something like this on the tweet…?”
She shyly pointed at the smartphone screen with her fingertip.
“Yeah?
Then write it yourself, Jiwon.
Go ahead.”
Mingyu handed her the phone. Jiwon gripped it tightly with both hands and stared at the screen, hesitating for a moment. She pressed her lips together, took a small breath, and slowly placed her fingers on the keyboard.
“Um… How about this…?
No, this feels a little… vulgar…?”
Muttering to herself, she erased and rewrote a few times, repeating the short deliberation until she finally handed the phone back to Mingyu with careful hands.
Mingyu looked down at the screen.
💬 “Does this count as… verification…?
Please follow me a lot… 💦
And watch me a lot… 💕”
After reading the single line, he curled the corner of his mouth and let out a small chuckle.
“Hah… Cute.”
He nodded silently and immediately pressed the upload button.
In that moment, a small sense of pride mixed with quiet satisfaction spread across Jiwon’s face.
The instant the video and photo were posted together as a tweet, the two of them slowly caught their breath inside the bathroom.
After the storm had passed, they stepped into the shower together. The water was running carelessly as they pressed their bodies close, lathering each other with foam and washing one another clean.
Then Mingyu smirked and spoke.
“Jiwon, what was that line?
‘Do you guys like ass too?’
I didn’t even tell you to say that. You went pretty far.”
Jiwon lowered her head and carefully wrapped her foam-covered hand around Mingyu’s cock, gently stroking it.
“W-well…
I thought it would help Master’s Twitter get more popular…
Was it too much?”
She ended with a sheepish laugh and furrowed her brows in embarrassment.
Instead of answering, Mingyu draped a towel over her shoulders to wipe away the water and Jiwon gently wiped the droplets from his chest with her fingertips.
After roughly drying each other off, they silently headed to the bedroom.
Jiwon quietly climbed onto the bed. She slowly pulled back the blanket and curled up lightly beneath it, taking a moment to steady her breathing alone under the covers.
The fact that she was lying in the same bed as Mingyu again felt strangely pleasant.
Even though she had been humiliated so thoroughly in the bathroom just moments ago, right now, being curled up beside Mingyu’s warmth felt quietly, secretly thrilling.
Mingyu lay down beside her without a word. Under the blanket their skin was close, and even the smallest breaths felt vivid.
Jiwon turned her head slightly. Mingyu’s face was right there beside her.
She gazed at him quietly for a moment before carefully leaning in. When their lips met, her eyes held a faint tremor and a touch of courage.
“I…”
Her voice was a soft whisper.
“Today… felt so good…
It was very humiliating, but…”
She paused to catch her breath. Mingyu’s warmth slowly seeped into her beneath the blanket.
“From now on…
Please teach me even more…”
At those words, Mingyu nodded silently. That single short response made Jiwon’s tension melt away as she slowly rested her forehead against his chest.
Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Her heartbeat gradually slowed. Surrendering her body to him, Song Jiwon quietly fell asleep in Mingyu’s arms, letting out soft, steady breaths.
The next morning.
When Mingyu opened his eyes, the spot beside him was empty. Not that it was surprising. Checking the clock, it was already ten in the morning.
“Wow… I must’ve been pretty tired too…”
He muttered as he threw off the blanket. He had no classes today, but Song Jiwon was a teacher. As the official art instructor, she had naturally left early to prepare for morning classes.
Mingyu slowly sat up and turned his gaze toward the kitchen. On the table, a small yellow sticky note caught his eye. The handwriting was cute and clear.
“Master♡
I had to leave early for class prep~
I love you!”
Beside it sat a sliced bagel with cream cheese, ready for a quick breakfast.
Mingyu stared at the sticky note in his hand for a long time before slowly smiling.
‘How nice would it be if a woman like this were my wife…’
At that moment, one person suddenly flashed through his mind.
‘…Fuck. That husband of hers must’ve saved the country in his past life…’
An inexplicable anger surged up inside him without warning.
At that same time, Song Jiwon.
She had already finished preparing for class, yet she couldn’t take her eyes off her phone screen. Her heart pounded and her fingertips trembled faintly. It was the Twitter account her master had given her. She was dying to know what kind of reactions had come in by now.
‘What if there are mean comments…?
Did I go too far…?’
Caught between fear and anticipation, Jiwon took a small breath and carefully tapped the login button. The moment she accessed the account, notification numbers exploded across the screen. Comments, DMs, likes… far more than she had expected.
She glanced around casually, worried someone might see, and even turned her head for no reason. Then, holding her breath, she began scrolling through the screen.
The first thing that caught her eye was the selfie tweet showing her peace sign, mask, and exposed breasts. A long string of comments sat beneath it.
Jiwon held the screen and let out a small laugh. She glanced around nervously, worried someone might see, then carefully tapped the like button on each comment one by one.
“Mmm… showing my face is a no-go…
But they’re calling me pretty…?”
She murmured softly and smiled shyly. But the real reactions were only just beginning.
The video tweet where she had shoved the syringe into her own ass, squeezed milk inside, and moaned lewdly drew far more primal and explicit responses than the photo.
Jiwon slowly scrolled through the screen with her fingertip, her eyes narrowing. Shame and a strange, giddy pleasure tangled together. The corners of her mouth slowly but unmistakably curled upward.
‘Is it true…?
Just like Mingyu said…
Do I really… appeal to men this much?’
Clutching her phone tightly, Jiwon reread every single comment.
‘It’s real…
My eyes, my tits, my pussy…
They all say they’re turned on by them…’
Her heart fluttered for no reason. A strange itch spread deep inside her ass.
‘It feels… so good…
I want to see more of this… I want to do more…’
Her fingers moved, then hesitated as she stared at the screen.
‘Would it be okay if I replied too…?
Um… thank them… and say something lewd…?
But… would I get scolded…?’
Her eyes wavered. Even though she was anonymous, even though this was an account she had permission to use, even though she now had her own Twitter with no restrictions, she was still a little afraid of doing anything without her master’s command.
And a little excited.
Mingyu sat at the table and took a bite of the bagel Jiwon had prepared. Chewing slowly, savoring the savory bread, he turned on his smartphone with one hand.
“Alright, let’s see what kind of reactions we got.”
The moment he logged into Twitter, Mingyu nearly spat out the milk in his mouth. The account was far more active than he had imagined. Almost every comment under Jiwon’s selfie and video already had likes, and one of them had been posted by Song Jiwon herself.
💬 “Will you… cum while looking at my body..? A lot..?
Then… please cum as much as you can while watching me..😳”
Mingyu stared at the screen blankly for a moment before the corner of his mouth lifted.
‘Damn, this girl… she even liked every comment and left a reply.’
It was both amusing and oddly endearing.
‘Good thing I let her use Twitter.
If I hadn’t, who knows what would’ve happened…’
Mingyu took another bite of the bagel and quietly muttered to himself.
‘She really is… pretty cute, Song Jiwon.’