The Devoted Bitch and the Ripe Princess

Kindergarten rest room—"Been waiting?"

As if it were his own room, Taeyang casually pushed open the door and stepped inside. Nap time at the kindergarten had become his personal free time.

"Ah, you're here?"

Seonhye, who had been sitting blankly in a chair staring up at the ceiling, lit up and stood. Unlike before, she spent more and more time spacing out like this. Even when people around her asked what she was thinking about so intently, she could only give an awkward smile. It was only natural. Admitting she was thinking about Taeyang would get her labeled a crazy bitch.

To the outside world, they were just a kindergarten teacher and her student. But when they were alone like this, everything flipped.

He left the door slightly ajar, as usual.

"Strip."

"Yes."

Taeyang spoke in casual banmal without a care, while Seonhye responded politely in jondaetmal. It had been two weeks since their roles had reversed like this. True to her frustrated housewife nature, once things got started, the flames spread uncontrollably fast.

"Should I take off the apron too?"

"Yeah."

With natural movements, Seonhye removed her apron and let her loose dress fall. She didn't need to take off her underwear. She wasn't wearing any to begin with.

Now fully naked, Seonhye assumed the bitch pose. Hands clasped behind her head, legs spread as wide as possible in a squat—exposing every intimate part of her body without hiding a thing. At first, the shame had driven her mad, but now it was her natural default position.

Taeyang scanned her up and down as he approached. Just his gaze alone made Seonhye's breathing ragged. Her nipples were already hard, her areolas swollen. Pussy juice dripped down her thighs like a broken faucet, nonstop.

"Good girl, doing exactly as you're told."

"Yesss..."

Honestly, the nudity wasn't the main point. His eyes drifted to the crude black marker scrawls hidden beneath her dress.

And more obscene insults and explicit drawings no one else could see covered her body. What's more, Seonhye had written and drawn them all herself at home. Taeyang had only ordered her to fill it with the most arousing stuff she could think of the night before—the content was all her own invention.

The crown jewel was the heart-tipped arrow on her lower belly, pointing to her womb, with "Come on in ♡" right beside it.

Taeyang pressed his index finger into the soft flesh of her lower belly. The addictive give was different from her breasts.

"You want me to come on in?"

"Yesss... My pussy's already itching."

Blushing but honest, Seonhye confessed.

"You walk around pretending like you don't know anything in front of the kids, covered in this graffiti? How's that feel?"

"So... exciting..."

"Know why?"

"...No idea."

"'Cause you've been a lewd pervert since birth. All women are. They act like they're protecting men, pretending to be strong. But peel back the layers, and they're just bitches who go crazy shaking their tails for cock."

Even as Taeyang hurled insults, Seonhye only got more turned on, gushing even more juice.

"M-Masterrr... Seonhye's a bitch..."

She even came lightly. At first, she'd snap back at his extreme words, but the moment she opened her mouth, he'd pinch her nipples and make her cum over and over until she turned into a meek lamb. No—rather than cumming, she'd be left sobbing and begging forgiveness right on the edge again. After that, she couldn't even imagine defying him.

"Now you know your place. Good girl."

That short praise made her shudder through another orgasm.

"On your knees."

"Yes."

Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees. Her face was now level with his ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠crotch. He grabbed her chin, pulling her into a rough kiss, tongues tangling. Seonhye closed her eyes, following his tongue completely.

Schlurp—smack—sluuuurp—

Obscene wet sounds echoed in the rest room as they swapped saliva for a long while.

When their lips finally parted, Seonhye's face was pure heat, drool dripping from her chin.

"Fwaah...!"

Taeyang wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"So, how should I play with you today?"

At his question, Seonhye immediately lay back on the floor. Her belly and breasts rose and fell with each breath.

"P-Please touch my pussy!"

With arms and legs bent tight against her body, she looked exactly like a dog. Her squished tits made Taeyang sneer.

"Not a person—a bitch, right?"

She got it instantly, sticking out her tongue and panting like a real dog.

"Woof! Woof!"

"That's more like it. Bestiality's not my thing, though."

Teasing her, Taeyang lifted his foot and stomped down on her pussy.

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"Kyaaahhh! Haaaang!"

It was brutal enough to make anyone wince, but Seonhye rolled her eyes back, screaming in ecstatic climax.

*

The intense play was over, cleanup time. As Seonhye wiped her own juices, she let out a dreamy sigh. He was the perfect master. The only regret was no direct penetration. Last time she'd seen it, his cock was bigger than her husband's...

Biting her lip in thought while mopping the floor, she asked,

"Taeyang... Teacher has a question."

"Yeah."

After sessions like this, he switched back to his polite self. That gap only amped up the thrill.

"Um... you know. Are you... not gonna put your dick in?"

At first, she'd thought he was just teasing, but three months in? They'd done outdoor exposure, body writing, watersports, pet play—even dildos—but never actual fucking, the most basic thing.

Taeyang raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Pretty bold question."

Back to master mode, he strode over and seized her lips, pressing his thumb into the inside of her cheek. The power shift was instant—Seonhye's eyes trembled.

"Heh, hehngh..."

"No need to apologize. Bold, but fair question. I get it."

He'd expected it eventually, so he released her and explained simply.

"But just pounding away like that? Kinda boring, right?"

"Boring?!"

Seonhye asked anxiously. They were already at international scandal levels—just fucking ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠would be tame.

"No cum for one. And yeah, it's big for my age, but no real load, and even hard, it's not that hard."

She couldn't satisfy herself like that yet, so dildos it was.

But the real reason he held back was bigger.

"That photo last time. Your eldest daughter."

Taeyang smiled, thinking of Seonhye's daughter, just a year younger than him.

"Spitting image of you. She's gonna grow up hot."

Her face went pale. Terror at the implication: mother and daughter.

This couldn't happen. She opened her mouth to protest—but Taeyang's expression changed first. He was barely holding back laughter, lips twitching.

"What? That exciting?"

Seonhye frantically touched her face, realizing her own lips were curled in a smile. Panicked.

"Wh-Why...?"

"Why what? Told you—you're a born pervert."

He shrugged like it was nothing.

Unable to believe it, Seonhye spun to the mirror on the wall—and her legs gave out, collapsing.

Taeyang followed slowly, resting a hand on her shoulder.

"Only a slut like you would smile hearing I'll fuck your daughter too."

"Haha... hahaha..."

She'd already pissed on her husband's photo, switched her newborn's breast milk to formula because it was "no milk for Master." At this level of ruin, mother-daughter play sparked no anger, no resistance.

Taeyang patted her shoulder encouragingly.

"So raise her right. Train her properly."

She knew his "training" wasn't normal. But having faced her true self, Seonhye didn't deny it.

Instead...

Head bowed, then lifted with a seductive smile.

"You can look forward to it."

Her maternal instincts for her daughter? Gone. She just wanted the girl to grow fast—so she could finally take Taeyang's cock.

*

"Taaeyaaang~!"

Ahyeon came barreling in full speed, jumping into my arms. I barely caught her with both arms spread, but the momentum made my back ache. One day we're gonna crash hard and get hurt... Gotta work out more.

Noon under the scorching midsummer sun—no one brave enough to be outside in this weather. Everyone crammed indoors with AC. Our old secret spot between the bookshelves? No longer secret with the crowds.

So instead, just me and Ahyeon chilling at the outdoor playground. Shade made it bearable.

She hopped down from my arms and spun around. In her sleeveless white dress, grabbing the hem like a fairy-tale princess.

"Check this out?"

She lifted the hem teasingly—and no joke, most shocking moment of my five lives. I yanked it down in panic. Pure instinct, under a second.

"Hehe. Whaddya think?"

Nothing under Ahyeon's dress. I scanned around fast—no one watching. Dodged the worst.

As I calmed, she grinned wide.

"If Taeyang wants... I can do even more than Teacher."

She whispered, hugging my neck.

Now I got it. The fruit I'd been nurturing leisurely? Fully ripe, ready to drop anytime. My eyes gleamed.

"Oh yeah? Then wanna play something even more fun?"