Transforming Jealousy and Shame into a Bitch's Pleasure: Song Jiwon
Jiwon carefully turned her head and rested her chin lightly on Mingyu's thigh. At a distance where her lips nearly brushed his skin, she whispered—softly, yet with unmistakable clarity.
"Master... you actually want to call Eun-kyung, don't you...?"
Mingyu's eyes narrowed halfway. His heart gave a sudden, heavy thud. Those words had pierced straight through to a truth he couldn't deny.
Without lifting her head, Jiwon merely raised her gaze toward him.
"Wouldn't you like to talk to her... right in front of me?"
"I want to see if that girl really likes you, Master... or if she's just wagging her tail to boost her own ego."
"I want to confirm it myself."
She pressed her cheek against his thigh and continued whispering. Her tone was cautious, but her intent was crystal clear.
"I want to protect my Master. So please... do it for me."
"You can say whatever you want during the call. I really don't mind. Not at all..."
She smiled faintly and nuzzled against him, looking as though she had already replayed the scene in her mind hundreds of times.
Mingyu closed his eyes for a moment. Right now... in front of a woman who's completely naked and submissive... I'm supposed to call Eun-kyung? The thought alone made his chest plummet, only for it to start pounding again moments later. What exactly was this feeling? Guilt? Or the thrill of sinking even deeper into depravity?
Mingyu slowly picked up his smartphone. Jiwon gave him a silent, approving look—more than that, she wore a subtle smile that seemed to say, "Please do it."
"...Alright. Let's give it a try. Could be interesting."
Muttering briefly, he lifted the phone. The moment he sat beside Jiwon and dialed, the small heart emoji next to Eun-kyung's saved name caught Jiwon's eye first. For an instant, emotion spread like ink across her face, but she forced herself to ignore it since she'd already spoken.
A heart...? That fox-like bitch, Yoo Eun-kyung...
A sweet ringtone played in his ear. Jiwon drew a short breath. Could she really keep smiling through the entire call? Something was boiling inside her, yet her expression remained composed.
The call connected almost immediately.
"Mmm... Hi, Mingyu. I was waiting for your call."
There was no polite "Hello." Her voice came through bright and eager, as if she'd been anticipating his name on the screen.
Jiwon clenched her teeth inwardly. Haa... this bitch is seriously annoying...
Mingyu moistened his lips, looking slightly flustered.
"Ah... yes, hello, senior."
He froze for a second. What should I say...? Why did I even call? The words wouldn't come. He was the one who had dialed, yet he had nothing prepared. The whole situation felt unreal.
Then Eun-kyung's voice flowed through again, slower this time.
"Um... Mi-Mingyu. That day at the pool... when I accidentally touched your... you know. I'm sorry."
She paused as if catching her breath, then asked hesitantly, her voice trailing off.
"Did it bother you...?"
Mingyu instinctively glanced at Jiwon beside him. She met his eyes with a faint smile and nodded gently. Keep going. It's fine...
Mingyu let out a small sigh, forcing a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Ah... well, I'm still a beginner, so it's more like flailing around than actual swimming. Things like that can happen, haha..."
A dry laugh escaped him. Meanwhile, Jiwon's gaze slowly settled on him, heavy and deliberate.
"R-really...? I... liked it..."
Eun-kyung paused, swallowing her hesitation. A hint of embarrassment colored her voice.
"You'll keep being my swimming partner, right...? But if we do, I might... touch you again like today. Would that be okay...?"
The final question sounded playful, yet carried a strangely sincere undertone without any attempt to hide her intent.
Mingyu looked away briefly before lowering his head and mumbling.
"Ah, well... once I get better at swimming, those kinds of accidents will probably happen less naturally..."
Even to his own ears, it sounded forced—like an excuse to escape. At the same time, the presence beside him grew sharper.
Eun-kyung lowered her voice further, as if she'd been waiting for this.
"Right...? It's okay, isn't it...? I'm glad... Then Mingyu, you can..."
Her words grew even smaller.
"...touch me too. Because I'm... going to touch you..."
His heartbeat accelerated unnaturally. Mingyu froze for several seconds, speechless, before finally managing to speak.
"Me...? Touch you, senior...?"
The words came out as a question, his throat dry and scratchy. His mind spun, and his mouth felt parched.
"Ah, I don't think there'll be many situations where I need to teach or help you, senior..."
His reply was pathetic, his voice lacking confidence. At that moment, Song Jiwon's hand quietly covered the back of his hand. She didn't squeeze hard, nor was it affectionate, but the emotion radiating from her fingertips was anything but simple—jealousy, tension, and a faint trace of arousal layered together. Her expression stayed calm, yet her eyes held a definite heat.
Mingyu fell silent, simply exhaling. Jiwon slowly lowered herself in front of him. Kneeling between his legs, she quietly unzipped his pants without a word.
Instinctively, Mingyu grabbed her wrist. His eyes warned her not to. But Jiwon looked up at him with pitiful, puppy-like eyes, trembling slightly. Don't stop me... really...?
That single expression made him think, Ah... cute... Unable to stop her or grant permission, he quietly released her hand.
Jiwon smiled faintly and slowly unbuttoned his pants. Once the zipper was fully down, she hooked her fingers under the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down, freeing his cock.
Pressing her lips gently against it, she glanced upward. Mingyu held the phone to his ear, brows slightly furrowed, a strange tension in his eyes.
Her mouth filled with his cock. It wasn't fully hard yet, but she could clearly feel it growing firmer against her tongue.
Eun-kyung fell silent for a while before speaking again after a short pause.
"Um... my..."
"My body... in the swimsuit..."
She stammered but didn't stop.
"Did it... look okay...?"
At those words, Mingyu's eyes widened. For a moment he was speechless, feeling his ears burn red.
"Ah... that is..."
He licked his lips once and continued slowly.
"It looked pretty. It suited you really well, senior."
The moment he finished, Jiwon's head twitched slightly. She wrapped her tongue deeply around the cock in her mouth, rolled it around the tip, then began sucking slowly—very slowly.
"Mmph... haa... tzz... ngh..."
Deliberately, as if trying to draw it out, she moved her mouth while letting thick saliva drip down his shaft, licking it clean with her tongue.
"I-I see..."
Eun-kyung's voice trailed off with an embarrassed laugh.
"I noticed you kept avoiding looking at me that day... I wondered if maybe... you didn't like my body..."
Mingyu tried to speak, but the wet sucking sounds coming from Jiwon's mouth made the words catch in his throat. She deliberately mixed in soft moans and moved her head more vigorously up and down.
"Haa... ngh... tzz... Master..."
She tightened her lips around the glans, twisting her tongue at an angle as she sucked. It was clearly an act of jealous instinct, as if she were trying to interrupt the conversation.
Mingyu gripped the phone tighter, suppressing his breathing. Eun-kyung's shy yet direct words, combined with Jiwon's jealousy and desire, created an unbearable tension and excitement that tangled together.
Mingyu pressed Jiwon's head down deeply with one hand. As his cock buried itself in her throat, Jiwon trembled at the tip of her nose and opened her throat wider, taking him even deeper.
"Nghh!!... kuh... glk...!"
Saliva and fluids ran down to the base. Her mouth was no longer that of a woman—it had clearly transformed into a "mouth-pussy."
Still holding the phone, Mingyu lowered his voice and spoke.
"Please take care of me next time too... Eun-kyung... senior..."
The moment the words left his mouth, his hips twitched and his cock pulsed. A thick, hot release began deep inside Jiwon's throat.
"Ugh... ngh... kuh...!"
She kept her lips sealed, barely holding back her moans as semen poured continuously into her throat. Without pulling away, Jiwon curled her tongue beneath the glans and tightened her throat, refusing to spill even a single drop.
"Gulp... gulp... gulp..."
The sound of repeated swallowing echoed as the warm fluid slid down her esophagus.
Unaware, Eun-kyung laughed softly.
"I... really like it when you call me senior... Let's see each other at school tomorrow... Good night, Mingyu..."
Once the call ended, Mingyu lowered his hand and gently stroked Jiwon's head. She slowly pulled her mouth away, then sucked the still-wet cock with her lips one last time. Her tongue traced around the glans, carefully cleaning up every last trace.
"Haa... Master... you're so mean..."
"On the phone, you were so gentle with that girl... but with me, you didn't say a word... just used my mouth like a toilet and came..."
"But... I really love that... because I'm just a mouth-pussy, hehe..."
She licked the glans once more with her tongue, then let out a lewd breath through slightly parted lips. The bitter scent still lingered in her mouth and throat.
"Master... that girl is definitely..."
Her hand gripped his cock, slowly stroking and squeezing the still-twitching skin upward.
"She's just as horny as I am... She stutters and acts shy, but she says dirty things so casually... what a slutty bitch..."
Smirking, she flicked her tongue lightly against the glans.
"Hmph..."
Then she lowered her head again and slowly licked upward from the base, as if gathering saliva.
"Well... still..."
"If anything, it's better for Master's experience to fuck younger girls, right...?"
Even as she said it, her hand gripped the base once more and squeezed upward slowly.
"Suck... suck... gulp..."
She took the final drop into her mouth and sucked loudly on the glans.
"That girl... if Master touches her even a little..."
"She'll spread her legs for you. Really. Hehe..."
Her face, smiling faintly as she pulled away, was smeared with jealousy, pleasure, and submission—a dedicated mouth-pussy for her Master alone.
Mingyu chuckled. Even seeing a bitch this thoroughly broken, he felt no sign of growing tired of her. He deliberately mixed a casual, cold joke into his tone to test her.
"Why... should I eat Kim Aran too?"
For a moment, Jiwon's eyes twitched. The reaction was brief. Soon she curved her lips into an almost offensively innocent smile.
"Pfft... Teacher Aran... she's cute, isn't she?"
"Sometimes when she makes that playful face... she's really... too adorable. So petite..."
She stroked his cock slowly in her hand while bringing her tongue back to it.
"She exercises a lot, so her pussy probably squeezes really tight... Her hips are small, so it'd be nice and snug, right??"
"If you shove Master's cock into that pussy... Teacher Aran would quickly..."
She stuck out her tongue and tapped it against the glans as she murmured.
"She'd get addicted to the taste of Master's cock, wouldn't she...?"
"Should we just rape every girl in the swimming club? There are only three of us including me so far..."
"I want to make them all Master's... hehe..."
Jiwon pressed her mouth to his cock again and wrapped her tongue around it.
"In the end, those girls will all be tamed by Master's cock... just like this mouth-pussy. Hehe..."
Her eyes were unfocused and wet, and a mad smile spread across her lips. She was now converting all her jealousy and shame into a "bitch's pleasure" for her Master.