Song Jiwon's Shocking "Eat and Discard" Proposal for Yoo Eun-kyung?
Min-gyu slowly pushed himself up. The lingering sting of the whip still tingled at his fingertips, and her thick, lewd confessions echoed not in his ears but somewhere deep inside his mind.
She twisted her hips slightly, spreading her reddened cleft right in front of his gaze. Between the sticky flesh, a faint, glistening trace trembled.
"A slut like me needs to be punished even more...!!"
In that instant, Min-gyu's thoughts reeled. 'Is she serious...? Offering me her own acquaintance? Drugging them with sleeping pills just to hand them over to me?'
'No, more than that... She wants to show me fucking her right in front of her husband?'
Excitement surged for a moment, but suspicion quickly followed. 'Is this really what she wants? Or is it just some desperate fantasy she cooked up out of jealousy to keep me here?'
'Is she deliberately saying the filthiest, most provocative things just to provoke me...?'
Yet her expression was crystal clear. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, the corners of her lips curled ever so slightly upward, and her eyes held a smile drenched in arousal. Her back trembled as she supported herself on both arms, her hips pushed so far back they nearly lifted off the floor.
Min-gyu stared at her in silence. One corner of his mouth twisted slowly as he muttered, "You've completely lost it."
At those words, Song Jiwon arched her back like a bow. Straightening her posture, she pushed her hips even closer to him and whispered, "The one who made me lose it... is you, Master... Haa... I really... love it so much..."
Min-gyu quietly took in the sight for a moment. Then, without a word, he tossed the whip onto the floor.
"Stay like that."
A short command. Leaving only those words behind, he turned and headed expressionlessly toward the bathroom.
Inside, Min-gyu turned on the faucet at the sink beneath the mirror. Cold water gushed out forcefully as he cupped his hands and splashed his face. When he lifted his head, a stranger stared back at him from the mirror.
It wasn't the Min-gyu he remembered. The gloomy boy who always avoided eye contact and quietly curled up in corners was gone. His eyes were sharp, his mouth set in a firm line. The hand that had just whipped Song Jiwon's ass showed no hesitation. Above all, it was the face of a man intoxicated by desire and the hunger to dominate.
He stared at the mirror for a long moment, drawing in a short breath.
"Fine... I'll give you everything. It's what you wanted, after all."
When he turned away, the man in the mirror wore a cold, cruel smile.
Min-gyu glanced at the mirror once more before rummaging through the drawer beneath the sink and pulling out an ointment. It was a thin, long metal tube. After a brief hesitation, he opened the cap and carefully held it in his hand.
Returning to the room, he looked at her still waiting in the same position. Her ass was swollen red, and the slit visible between her thighs was slick with moisture.
Without a word, he approached, knelt on the bed, squeezed some ointment onto his fingertips, and gently applied it to her skin.
"Ah... Aah..."
Jiwon let out a short breath. It wasn't a sound of pain, but closer to a moan from overstimulation.
"Thank you, Master... You didn't have to... Even though you could punish me more..."
She smiled softly and wiggled her hips. Every time Min-gyu's fingers brushed against her skin, she arched her waist ever so slightly, as if even the act of applying ointment was a master's touch she gratefully accepted—like a loyal puppy.
While quietly spreading the ointment, Min-gyu spoke in a low voice. "...You really don't care if I date other women? Get into a relationship?"
Jiwon didn't answer. She only drew in a breath and pushed her hips back further.
Min-gyu continued. "You just want to stay by my side? And keep training me like this? That's what you want?"
He gently rubbed the remaining ointment with his fingertips, parting one side of her ass slightly to inspect it closely. A brief silence followed. Then another low, heavy question.
"But can those things coexist? If I date another woman, that means... loving her. Are you really okay with that?"
His hand had stopped moving. The ointment, melted by body heat, remained slick on her skin. He waited for her answer, as if checking whether she was truly ready to respond without running away.
Slowly, she lifted her head while still lying prone. Though her hips remained beneath his hand, her expression held a strangely confident smile, as if she wanted to meet his eyes. That gaze wasn't that of a simple submissive—it carried the composure of someone who had realized something. The aura of a woman who had once tamed men began to flow from her lips.
"Of course..."
She drew in a breath and continued slowly. "Rather than a man who only looks at one woman like some pure romantic..."
Tilting her head slightly, she slowly lifted the corner of her mouth. "...There are women who want to become an obedient concubine to a man they can't defy."
"Just like me, right in front of you, Master... And I won't lose to any of those other bitches."
Her words were at once a seduction, a declaration of confidence, and a confession. Min-gyu stared at her in silence, confirming that her eyes didn't waver. Jiwon swallowed dryly. Her lips parted slightly, then closed again. Taking a steadying breath, she went on.
"And... I'll make you into that kind of man. So that..."
Her gaze deepened. "So that... being your bitch and slave... makes sense to me."
When she finished, she slowly lowered her head. Her expression was hidden, but her lips, touching the bedsheet, moved ever so slightly in a whisper meant only for herself.
"Because... I really... love you..."
It wasn't something she said for anyone to hear. It was simply the honest feeling that had spilled out from within, impossible to hide.
Min-gyu looked at her ass and chuckled lowly. "That's unexpected..."
Squeezing a thin layer of ointment onto his fingertips, he continued. "New, too. Honestly, I've been holding back a bit with you."
He carefully spread the ointment, avoiding the swollen red marks and gently stroking her skin. There was a tender rhythm in his touch, and within it, a kind of resolve.
"You were too pretty. Honestly, it was a bit... burdensome."
"You know how it is. I didn't know how much you'd accept, so I was scared one small mistake from me would suddenly end this relationship..."
"That kept making me act passive."
He stopped his hand. Spreading the remaining ointment across her ass, he added with a small sigh, "But now that you've said this... I think I get it. The limit I had inside feels like it's loosened a little."
With those words, Min-gyu gave her ass a couple of light taps—as if praising her, as if he'd finished applying the ointment.
Jiwon carefully rolled onto her side. Covering her chest with her arms, she turned her face toward him. There was a clumsy shyness in her eyes, but her words were soft yet firm.
"Thank you... And thank you even more for being so honest..."
She covered her mouth with her hand and smiled femininely. That smile was so gentle and affectionate it was hard to believe it belonged to the same woman whose ass had been whipped moments ago.
Min-gyu looked at her face, hesitated for a moment, then carefully spoke. "By the way... why did you react so sensitively to Yoo Eun-kyung today?"
The question was cautious, but genuine curiosity lay beneath it. Jiwon paused briefly. Then, drawing in a breath, she lowered her head slightly.
"Well... it's school. I can't act like a bitch there. Plus, I'm... a teacher, after all..."
"But... I like you so much, Master... It all mixed together at once... And that girl... Ah, sorry. She's... young and has a great body, so..."
Her words trailed off. She pressed closer to Min-gyu's side and carefully rested her head against his thigh, glancing up at him with a cautious look. Anxiety, jealousy, and affection tangled together in her eyes.
"What I'm sure of is... Yoo Eun-kyung likes you, Master."
Her voice was low but unwavering. "That's... true. The way she looks at you... was exactly the same as me."
At those words, a brief silence fell. Jiwon slowly drew in a breath. Her chest pressed lightly against his thigh as she continued.
"And... I felt like she was somehow... dangerous. The way I acted then might have been a defense mechanism, wanting to protect you, Master. Or maybe it was just unnecessary worry..."
She buried her face against him. Her lips closed quietly after finishing, and her expression became unreadable. Yet the feeling that she wanted to stay by Min-gyu's side came through more clearly than any words.
Resting her head on his thigh, Jiwon murmured with only the corner of her mouth lifted, her tone quiet but her eyes sparkling with playful mischief.
"So... rather than dating her, I think it would be better if you just fuck her and throw her away. Call it a woman's intuition...?"
Min-gyu burst out laughing. Curling one side of his lips, he replied with a smirk. Though his words came out playfully, there was a strange amusement mixed in.
"You're pretty vicious for a woman, huh? Telling me to fuck and discard her... Interesting. Very interesting."
Jiwon lifted her head slightly and looked up at him. Then she smiled brightly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Because you can do that, Master."
She spoke without the slightest hesitation. It was as if she were simply stating an obvious truth.
No matter how Min-gyu satisfied his desires or whom he took, it didn't matter. If the master wanted it, that was enough. And it was her role to watch and get excited.