Chapter 4
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Study Room 412, Mijin's Body Takes the "Submission Posture Inspection" Pose for the First Time
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Three days after MT ended, Tuesday morning at 10:42 a.m.
Dormitory room 305.
Siyun was leaning against the bed, staring at his phone.
The air in the room still reeked of the musky mix of Mijin's body scent and sweat from the motel yesterday.
The bedsheets were crumpled and strewn about, and a few strands of her hair—chewed on while she cried—lay beside the pillow.
He picked up a long black strand from the floor with his finger, and the memory flooded back vividly: yesterday in the motel, yanking it as he whispered, "Harder..."
The way her back arched with that bursting moan.
Her legs wrapping around his waist.
The agonized expression right before climax, denied.
Even her murmuring, "Oppa... I'm sorry..."
Siyun's lips twisted as he recalled it.
'Oppa? She's still thinking about that bastard.'
'Today, I'll wipe that thought clean.'
Siyun opened his phone.
The last KakaoTalk message he'd sent Mijin.
[Siyun] Library 4th floor study room 412, 4 p.m. today.
Quiet, good for talking.
I'll bring the meds.
The reply came seven minutes later.
[Mijin] I'm not coming.
Stop calling me.
But 1 minute and 30 seconds later, another message.
[Mijin] ...You really deleted the photos?
Siyun replied immediately.
[Siyun] I did.
But if you don't show, I'll take new ones.
Video this time.
All the way up to you begging, "Please let me cum."
No reply.
Still, Siyun was seated in study room 412 at 3:55 p.m.
Room 412 was at the end of the 4th floor, a small, rarely used study space.
Just four desks and partitions, windows half-obscured, making it quiet and dim.
The air carried the scent of old paper and dust.
On the table: a bottle of water and a small plastic container (today's dose was a bit more than yesterday).
Siyun opened the container and dipped his fingertip in the finest powder.
Shadow Drop.
No smell, no taste.
Dissolves completely in water.
Siyun sprinkled a pinch into the water bottle and shook it.
It melted transparently, undetectable.
'Today, I'll build it up a little more, Mijin.'
'Make your body remember me more and more.'
'Until your pussy aches even without my touch.'
'Starting today, "Submission Posture Inspection" too.'
'You'll kneel, legs spread...'
'And I'll check how your body trembles at every touch.'
'Watch your pussy get wet even thinking of Junhyeok lol.'
The door opened.
It was Mijin.
Today: long-sleeve white shirt + pleated miniskirt.
Two buttons undone, cleavage peeking; skirt ended 10cm above the knee, flashing pale thighs with each step.
Her face looked exhausted, dark circles deeper under her eyes.
Tossed and turned all night, probably.
Her pussy throbbing, ruining her sleep.
The moment Mijin shut the door, she spoke.
"Delete the photos. Right now."
"And stop giving me that drug."
"We're really done."
Siyun sat in the chair, staring her down.
Mijin's legs trembled faintly.
Siyun stood slowly and approached.
She tried to back away, but her back was already to the wall.
Siyun gripped her chin, tilting it up.
"Mijin... feeling hot again today?"
"Pussy aching since morning?"
"Crossing and uncrossing your legs in class?"
Mijin jerked her head away.
"Shut up."
"It's still weird because of you."
"Couldn't sleep properly."
"My pussy... keeps throbbing."
"Even thinking of Oppa... my body reacts... driving me insane."
Siyun leaned close to her ear and whispered.
"Pussy dripping while thinking of Oppa?"
"That's hot lol."
"Then today, I'll etch it deeper."
"Make your body unable to live without me."
He yanked her wrist, pulling her onto his lap.
Mijin twisted.
"Let go... fuck... what are you doing here..."
"Someone might see..."
Siyun wrapped his arms around her waist.
The weight and warmth of her breasts pressed through the shirt.
Nipples already hard, hypersensitive to the fabric's brush.
Siyun's hand slipped under the shirt.
He kneaded her breasts over the bra.
Mijin's breathing grew ragged.
"Haa...! Stop...!"
Siyun slowly undid the shirt buttons.
One, two, three, four...
Shirt fully open, black lace bra exposed.
Breasts heaved with each breath.
Siyun unhooked the bra.
They bounced free.
Nipples stiff and erect.
The air hit them, and Mijin let out a small moan.
"Eung...!"
Siyun rubbed a nipple with his finger.
Mijin's hips bucked.
"Ah...! No... not there... too sensitive...!"
Siyun pinched hard.
Her moan leaked out.
"Haa...! Please... not so hard...!"
"It hurts...!"
Siyun's other hand slid under her skirt.
Over her panties, he pressed her center—already soaked.
Fabric drenched, clinging stickily to his fingers.
"Already leaking this much pussy juice."
"Like this in class too?"
"Couldn't focus 'cause your pussy ached listening to the prof?"
"Bent over your desk, legs crossing and uncrossing... so fucking hot lol."
Mijin lowered her head, crying.
"No... it's because of you..."
"Because of that drug..."
"I hate you... really hate you..."
"Want to kill you..."
"Feel so sorry to Oppa... going crazy..."
But her legs were spreading.
Siyun pushed her panties aside and slid a finger in.
Hot, wet walls clenched tight around it.
Pussy juice dripped down his finger.
"Haaang...! Why... why like this...!"
"Finger... too deep...!"
Siyun moved it slowly.
Scraping the inner walls, her hips jerked.
"Haa...! There...!"
Siyun pressed her clit lightly with his thumb.
Her body shuddered violently.
"Eung...! Clit...!"
Siyun thrust deeper, stimulating her G-spot.
Her insides tightened more.
Pussy juice trailed down, dripping onto the floor.
"Haa...! Siyun... please...!"
"Like this... I'll...!"
But climax never came.
Always stopped just before.
That torment drove her mad.
Mijin pounded Siyun's shoulder, sobbing.
"Stop... please...!"
"Why... why won't it come...?"
"Body's climbing... but no release..."
"I'll go insane like this..."
Siyun lifted her off the desk and made her kneel on the floor.
"Alright, time for 'Submission Posture Inspection.'"
"Kneel."
"Spread your legs."
Mijin shook her head, crying.
"No... please... not that..."
Siyun grabbed her hair, pushing her head down.
"Spread 'em. Or I'll take more photos."
"Send 'em to Oppa too? Lol."
Tears plopped down.
She slowly spread her legs.
M-shape pose.
Shirt open, bra undone, breasts fully exposed.
Mijin's hands trembled as she clutched her skirt.
Siyun brushed them away, hiking the skirt to her waist.
Pushed panties aside, baring her pussy.
Mijin's pussy glistened with juice.
Siyun rubbed the entrance lightly.
Juice coated his finger, stringing sticky.
Her body quivered.
"Eung...!"
Siyun pinched her nipple again.
"These... harder than yesterday lol."
"Pussy's wetter too."
"Leaking like this thinking of Oppa? Fucking hilarious."
Mijin murmured through tears.
"Hate you... because of you... my body's..."
"All wrong..."
"Feel so sorry to Oppa... want to die..."
Siyun slid his fingers back in.
Two this time.
Moved them slowly.
Her walls clenched.
Pussy juice flowed, pooling on the floor.
"Haa...! Siyun...!"
"Please... stop..."
Siyun sped up.
Squelch, squelch.
Mijin's hips lurched forward.
"Aaak...! Too...!"
"Why... why won't it...?"
Siyun stopped.
Mijin looked up, sobbing.
"Why... why stop...?"
"I wanna cum..."
Siyun grinned slyly.
"That's it for today."
"Come back tomorrow."
"I'll inspect your submission posture again lol."
Mijin slammed her forehead to the floor, crying.
"Bastard..."
"Fucking scum like you..."
"Someday... I'll..."
But her body still trembled.
Pussy juice dripped to the floor.
Siyun pulled her panties back into place.
Wet fabric clung tight to her pussy.
"Go home like this."
"Walking with your pussy soaked in juice... so fucking hot lol."
Mijin staggered, fixing her clothes.
Pussy throbbing, legs wobbling with each step.
Siyun watched, chuckling low.
'Mijin, your body remembers me now.'
'Feed it a little more each day...'
'And you'll beg for Submission Posture Inspection first.'
'Crying, pleading, begging.'
Mijin opened the door and left.
Her footsteps faded down the hall.
Siyun sat, licking the pussy juice from his fingers.
Sweet and salty on his tongue.
'Soon... the day you'll kneel and spread willingly.'