The Bitch Spreads Before the Elders
Song Jiwon swallowed hard.
She bit her lip lightly and quietly closed her eyes. Only one fantasy filled her mind: bending at the waist in front of the park bench as if it were nothing, her short skirt riding up to reveal the smooth curve of her ass. The coffee-colored stockings, the lace band peeking out so provocatively. The old men pretending not to notice, yet their silence was thick with stares. Desire? Disgust? It didn’t matter. She wanted to drown in whatever look they gave her.
Her breathing grew rough. Her fingertips trembled as they hovered over the smartphone screen. Then she crossed the line. It wasn’t just text. It was her body offering itself, her submission laid bare.
Clutching the phone, Song Jiwon pressed down on her pounding heart.
She drew a deep breath. Her heart raced wildly; blood seemed to rush all the way to her calves beneath the pantyhose.
“I’m… about to become eye candy for old men…”
Her lips trembled as she whispered it, then slowly pressed her thighs together. This was no longer accidental exposure. The angle of her skirt, the timing of every movement, even the way she tilted her head so the blouse gaped just right—everything was deliberate now. All for her master. All so the old men would see.
A few seconds later, the phone vibrated.
Song Jiwon stared at the screen. A short message, yet one word stabbed straight into her brain.
Bitch.
A jolt ran through her. The space between her thighs tingled. Pressing her ass deeper into the chair, she whispered breathlessly, “…Yes… wait for me, Master… Jiwon is… your bitch now…”
She slipped the phone into her bag and quietly left the staff room. The hallway was empty; only the sharp click of her heels echoed through the vacant space. With every step her hips swayed, the skirt brushing her thighs in a way that felt electric.
At the school gate she paused. The shortcut to the park would mean running into students. There was a longer, safer route, but she had no time. Taking a deep breath, she headed down the shortcut anyway.
As expected, several students were on the path. When Jiwon approached, third-year Minho raised his hand first.
“Hello, teacher!”
Her heart dropped. Meeting students today felt especially dangerous. The cream bra she had worn that morning was already gone—removed in the restroom on her master’s orders and stuffed into her bag. Now her breasts swayed faintly with every step beneath the thin blouse, the movement far too noticeable. Worried her nipples might show, she casually held her bag in front of her chest.
“Hi, have a good day, kids~”
She forced a smile and waved, but she wanted to escape as fast as possible. Her steps quickened, almost like running. Once the students were behind her, their voices drifted over—small but clear, appraising her body.
“Wow… Ms. Song is really something today…” Minho whispered.
The others chimed in.
“She’s so fucking hot. Did you see that ass? It jiggles every time she walks.”
“Those legs in heels are cheating. And that coffee-colored pantyhose? Straight-up illegal.”
“With an ass like that… I’d love to fuck her from behind. Bet her waist fits right in your hands.”
“Waist? You amateur. It’s love handles, dumbass. Your standards are trash.”
Song Jiwon’s ears burned. They didn’t know she could hear, but every word felt like a cock prodding her skin. She didn’t stop walking, yet her pussy grew hotter—not from disgust, but from unmistakable arousal. The more she felt their stares on her ass, the more she unconsciously swayed her hips, striding in her high heels with deliberate clicks.
What am I doing…? Acting like this in front of students…
Realizing she was enjoying the attention made her chest tighten. Is this really okay…? But her body was already responding. Even as she hurried, their voices lingered in her ears.
Reaching the park entrance, she stopped to catch her breath, gripping her bag straps tightly. Glancing down, her eyes caught on the coffee-colored stockings hugging her thighs, the hint of cleavage visible through the blouse gap. Without realizing it, she smiled. The thought that she had aroused those boys sent a strange pleasure flooding through her.
Well… with a body like mine, it’s only natural. Not bad at all…
The blouse she had chosen was thin and slightly sheer. Without a bra, her nipples brushed the fabric with every step, the shape faintly visible. The soft material clung to her full curves, and with each movement the gaps between buttons revealed flashes of skin. Her H-line skirt hugged her waist and hips tightly, short enough to barely cover her round ass. As she walked, the hem rode up along her cheeks before falling back down. The coffee pantyhose perfectly encased her smooth legs, while the high heels accentuated her calves, making the muscles flex with every step.
Am I really going to do this?
Song Jiwon’s heart pounded. If she reacted this strongly to the students’ stares, what would happen in front of the old men…? Just imagining it made her insides throb. Her heart raced, her breathing grew ragged. The fact that she was about to stand before them in this state felt unreal—and unbearably arousing.
Scattered old men sat throughout the park—resting on benches, strolling slowly, or playing baduk at the central pavilion. Jiwon glanced nervously at her blouse. One button had come undone, revealing the valley of her cleavage.
What about the jacket…? If I’m going to do this, I should do it properly… Haah… I’m so nervous…
Her hesitation lasted only a moment. She slipped off her jacket and tucked it carefully into her bag. Now only the thin blouse remained. The sheer fabric clearly outlined her hardened nipples. The sensation of going braless, the breeze against her skin—everything became stimulation.
I must be crazy. But when Song Jiwon decides to do something, she does it right…
Repeating the half-hearted resolve, she slowly walked deeper into the park. Every time she passed someone, an old man’s gaze lingered on her body. She never met their eyes, yet she felt the weight of those stares on her skin. The spots they touched grew warm. The closer she drew to the central pavilion, the harder her heart hammered.
Thump… thump…
She glanced around. No one seemed to be looking directly at her, yet she felt as if someone was watching from afar. The thought alone made her pussy wetter. Her panties were already soaked, clinging to her inner thighs.
She headed toward a bench near the pavilion. An elderly man in his mid-seventies sat alone reading a newspaper. Taking a deep breath, Song Jiwon sat down a short distance away, moving slowly and quietly. The man glanced at her briefly before returning to his paper. She felt her skirt ride up but deliberately left it that way. Crossing her legs, the hem climbed higher, exposing the lace band of her pantyhose.
She quietly took out her smartphone, pretending to take a selfie while switching to video mode. The moment she pressed record, her heart thudded. Carefully adjusting the angle, she captured her thighs, the rolled-up skirt, the lace band—and, at the edge of the frame, the old man’s profile as he read.
Perfect…
She whispered to herself while looking at the screen. Even as her body trembled, her movements stayed natural.
Master didn’t ask for proof…
She surprised even herself. Her master had only told her to expose herself; he hadn’t demanded evidence. Yet she wanted to show him how well she had done. The desire for his praise surged strongly.
Was I really this starved for praise…?
Startled by her own thought, she nevertheless kept recording. She adjusted the camera angle again, making sure her face stayed completely out of frame. Only her legs and the old man appeared. She had to avoid anything that could reveal her identity.
As long as my face doesn’t show… no one could recognize me from just my body, right?
Reassuring herself, she shifted posture as if by chance. The tight blouse pressed against her breasts, pushing flesh through the gaps between buttons. She held her breath for a moment.
Is this too much…?
Slowly uncrossing her legs, she crossed them the other way. The skirt and stockings whispered against each other, riding higher up her thighs and revealing more of the black lace band. The exposure still felt unfamiliar, yet it sent a strange, ticklish thrill straight to her core.
When she noticed the old man’s gaze shift to her legs, she kept her eyes averted and slowly opened her bag. There was nothing she needed, but she pretended to search, leaning forward. Her ass lifted prominently toward him, the H-line skirt sliding up along its curves. Her breasts hung forward, the blouse gaping wider to expose deeper skin.
Am I… really doing this right now?
She rummaged with deliberate clumsiness, subtly swaying her hips side to side. Each tiny movement made the pantyhose and panties rub together inside the skirt, sending small sounds and sensations deep into her belly. To anyone watching it might look unconscious, but she knew better. This was all staged.
This is on purpose… Can you see, Grandpa…? This is already my limit…
Her body trembled. Tension crawled beneath her skin; cold sweat ran down her spine. Yet the sensation of his stare only made her hotter. She felt his eyes traveling between her breasts and ass. Inside the blouse, her stiff nipples pushed visibly against the thin fabric. Slowly, very slowly, she leaned forward even more, taking her time while finding nothing in the bag.
This isn’t just an action. It’s my first time, but right now… I’m learning with my body for Master.
“Ah, there it is…”
She murmured as if to herself, pulling out her lipstick and slowly straightening up. Taking out a small mirror to apply it, she stole a glance at the old man through the reflection. He still pretended to read, but his eyes were clearly following her. Song Jiwon pouted her lips, then pressed them together with a soft “mm~,” rubbing the lipstick on while watching his reaction in the mirror. His breathing seemed quicker; veins stood out on the back of his hand gripping the newspaper, and the paper’s edge trembled slightly on his knee.
Is he… getting excited because of me…?
The thought sent a sharp, pleasurable jolt through her. Setting the mirror down, she leaned forward again, pretending to search deeper in her bag. The blouse opened further, fully exposing her bare breasts beneath the fabric, her hardened nipples pushing the thin material outward. Her skin shifted with each breath, the outline of her chest now sharply defined.
“Hnn…”
She let out a soft, thoughtful sigh. The bag was still empty, yet her movements grew more blatant. Straightening up, she crossed her legs more boldly this time. The skirt rode up her thighs, revealing the panty line above the lace band of her pantyhose. The old man had stopped pretending to read entirely. His gaze was now openly fixed on her legs. She could see him swallowing hard on the phone screen.
Pretending to take a selfie, she tilted the camera slightly, capturing his lust-filled expression clearly.
So this kind of exposure really excites people… Grandpa… should I spread my legs for you…?
She marveled at her own body once more. The fact that such a simple performance could disrupt someone’s breathing only aroused her further. Setting the phone down, she reached into her bag for a water bottle. Taking out the cold bottle, she licked her lips lightly. It wasn’t really thirst—she wanted to show something. Twisting the cap slowly, she turned her head slightly as if aware of being watched. Tilting her head back to drink, her pale neckline arched gracefully, her throat moving smoothly with each swallow.
Glug… glug…
After drinking, she licked her lips with a soft smack and exhaled a breathy “haa…” It sounded almost like a moan of hidden pleasure. The old man’s breathing grew rougher. He now held the newspaper on his lap with both hands, gripping it tightly, veins bulging. His eyes had changed—something was being held back.
Suddenly the old man reached into his pocket and pulled out an old smartphone. As he fiddled with it, a notification chime rang out.
“Oh~ yeah, Kim, how’ve you been~”
He spoke loudly as if on a call, but the phone was clearly pointed at Song Jiwon. In that instant she realized the sound meant he had started recording.
Oh no… that old man is secretly filming me…
Her face flushed hot. For a moment her mind went blank. Enjoying stares was one thing, but actually being recorded by someone felt entirely different. Panicking, she reflexively closed her legs. The skirt slid back down naturally.
What should I do…? Should I confront him…? Or just leave…?
Several scenarios flashed through her mind. But protesting might make it look like she had been exposing herself on purpose. Quietly taking out her own phone, she opened the familiar chat window and messaged her master.
Her hands trembled as she sent it. Meanwhile the old man continued pretending to talk, his phone still aimed at her, his eyes filled with excitement, guilt, and an unsettling intensity.
A moment later her phone vibrated with a reply. Kim Mingyu had read the message and considered for a second whether to stop her or let it continue.
Filming with some old flip phone…? Well, as long as a guy can hold a spoon, he can still jerk off, huh.
Rather than finding it pathetic, he thought it had turned out interestingly. The old man wouldn’t upload it anywhere. He’d just use it at home for his own pleasure. And for Song Jiwon, this could be a fresh new stimulus. Smiling, Mingyu typed back.
Reading the message, Song Jiwon felt her breath catch, yet she couldn’t disobey her master. His words carried strange persuasiveness and gave her some relief. Still, a corner of her heart remained uneasy.
Will it really be okay…? She reread the reply. The old man probably wouldn’t spread the video. He’d just take it home and use it to masturbate… The thought strangely aroused her.
Even in this situation… I’m getting excited.
She could feel how wet she was. Her pussy throbbed and clenched, her panties sticking to the tight pantyhose. Honestly… I’m used to men’s stares, aren’t I? At school, on the street—those gazes had always followed her. She had accepted them as natural. So why did this stranger’s camera make her react so much more intensely?
Suddenly she remembered what happened during morning class. A student named Chan-gyu had tried to secretly film her ass. Seeing it in the mirror, she had approached him and spoken softly but firmly: “Chan-gyu, you know you’re not supposed to use your phone during class, right? It’d be troublesome if it got confiscated~”
Back then she had stopped it. As a teacher it was natural, and as a woman she had only wanted him to enjoy the view with his eyes. But now? She knew she was being filmed, yet she was exposing herself even more—voluntarily.
Back then I stopped it… so why now? Because I’m a bitch who wants to be seen by Master…?
The sticky wetness between her panties and pussy became a stronger stimulus than any discomfort, heightening her sensitivity. The fact that his eyes and camera were aimed at her excited her even more. Crossing her legs, she bit her lip at the sensation transmitted through the stockings.
Am I really turning into a pervert…? Or did Master flip the switch on the deviant inside me?
The moment the thought crossed her mind, she felt it clearly. The old Song Jiwon was disappearing. Now she was becoming a bitch who displayed her body on her master’s command and found pleasure in it. And she didn’t dislike that change. The fact that the target was an old man felt slightly awkward, yet even that became a novel thrill.
And… Master is expecting this.
She didn’t want to betray that expectation. She had already come this far. If she stopped now, Master would surely be disappointed. She wanted to be praised. She wanted him to feel proud of her. Imagining that made her chest tighten with a heavy, aching feeling. It wasn’t simple submission. It was something deeper, more yearning—an attention and recognition she had never received from her husband.
Her master had drawn out the desire hidden inside her, the one she herself had been afraid to acknowledge. It felt like waking something that had long been asleep within her. He had given a name and shape to that vague feeling, and opened the single path where she could realize it. The desire to be acknowledged by such a master, the longing to be seen as valuable, now governed her every action.
Yeah… I’ve come this far. Let’s do it.