The sensation, fired up with enough passion to go two, three more times, instantly went cold at the name ‘Dojin’.
“Ah…”
Naeun, who had been happily licking my penis with her eyes squeezed shut, seemed to realize her mistake. She abruptly stopped and hung her head low.
“……”
It was an incredibly awkward situation.
Without a word, we both instinctively created some distance and began to tidy up.
While I straightened my disheveled clothes, Naeun gathered her scattered garments from the floor and put them on.
Then, using a wet wipe from her bag, she meticulously cleaned the classroom, which was a mess of whitish semen and her juices.
Only after we were done did I think, ‘I should’ve just used magic to clean up…’ which just goes to show how dazed I was, unable to think straight.
Once everything was spotless, I cautiously spoke to her as she stood there, not knowing what to do.
“So… shall we go?”
“Y-Yeah.”
We carefully exited the building, keeping a distance that made the events of thirty minutes ago—when we’d gone beyond sex to calling each other master and bitch—feel like a distant memory.
We left the campus and found a 24-hour café nearby.
No matter how awkward or embarrassing the situation was, I had to get some answers.
“Your two Americanos are ready.”
“Thank you.”
I took the two hot coffees and we went up to the empty second floor, settling into a table in the farthest corner.
To warm my chilled body, I chugged a few mouthfuls of the hot coffee like it was water. Then, with my throat now feeling much smoother, I asked Naeun.
“So… how did you know it was me?”
“W-Well, that’s…”
My direct question made Im Naeun’s face turn beet red in an instant.
She was clearly flustered, her fingers constantly tracing the rim of her coffee cup.
I waited patiently for her answer.
The night was already late, and I’d already given up on getting any real sleep, so what was a few more minutes?
After composing herself in the silence, she finally parted her lips.
“I-It was exactly like I imagined.”
“…Imagined?”
“Yeah… Sometimes, no, I mean, I often thought about it. What it would be like if you, Dojin, were my master…”
Her words continued while I was momentarily stunned by the completely unexpected answer.
“In my fantasy, you’d disguise your voice and cover my eyes to hide your identity. Then you’d play with me as you pleased… and disappear after only setting up our next meeting, without revealing who you were. And then I’d wait for you on the promised day and get all… all…”
“Uh, um.”
Im Naeun, having forgotten her embarrassment, was now speaking with an excited expression.
So… what I did today was a situation she had desperately longed for?
“So you’re saying… you wanted me to be your master.”
“Yes…”
“Then the reason all the recent pictures on your secret account were taken at Hankuk University was…”
“I thought it would increase the chances of you finding me, Dojin…”
Look at this girl, pretending to be shy while answering every single one of my questions so clearly.
I felt completely had.
Just a moment ago, I thought I was the one playing with her, but it turns out I was the one being played.
…But wasn't this a huge gamble?
What made her do something so bold? What if another man had found her instead of me?
“What would you have done if another man found you? Would you have served him as your master?”
“N-No! Absolutely not!”
Im Naeun frantically waved her hands.
Her expression, on the verge of tears, conveyed her sincerity.
So it wasn’t that she wanted just anyone as her master.
That made me curious.
“Then what were you planning to do if I hadn’t shown up earlier?”
Naeun fidgeted with her fingers and replied.
“I-I was going to use magic to knock him out…”
Ah, right.
She was a mage, too.
The image of her as a bitch was so deeply ingrained in my mind that I’d momentarily forgotten.
So the situation wasn’t as dangerous as I’d thought.
Alright, next question.
“What’s the reason?”
“The reason…?”
“The reason you wanted me to be your master.”
“Umm, that’s…”
She seemed to ponder it deeply before shaking her head.
“I don’t know.”
“…You don’t know?”
“Yeah. I just started fantasizing about you being my master while I masturbated, and it just… continued.”
So a fantasy that popped into her head one day just stuck and became a fixture over time.
Most of my questions were now answered.
Only one thing remained: the starting point of all this.
“Looking at the dates on your secret account, it seems like you started not long after you turned twenty. Is that right?”
“Yes…”
“Was there a special reason you started then?”
“Oh, that…”
Her expression showed hesitation.
I spoke to reassure her.
“If it’s hard to talk about, you don’t have to.”
At that, she shook her head even more vigorously than before.
“N-No! I-I shouldn’t have any secrets from my master…”
“R-Right.”
It seemed my position as her master was already set in stone.
Well, I guess it was only natural after what we did in that classroom.
As I let out a wry smile, Naeun, who had been calmly catching her breath, finally told me the reason.
“It’s nothing grand. It’s just… my family was very strict.”
“Ah…”
“So I think I just did it impulsively after turning twenty. But then people started complimenting me, and it felt good…”
So it was a case of a rebellious act, done for the sake of deviation, turning out to suit her tastes perfectly, leading her to continue.
And in the process, her hidden desires were gradually stimulated, awakening more and more.
Just how strict was her family that her form of rebellion was outdoor exhibitionism on a secret account?
I was curious, but I decided not to press the issue.
She would probably answer if I asked, but I didn’t want to force her to say something she was reluctant to.
“Hmm…”
I fell into thought as I watched Im Naeun, her face a strange mix of tension and excitement.
The master-and-slave intercourse we had just shared.
A pleasure that stemmed from a completely different vein than any sex I’d had before.
I had a strong feeling that I had just dipped my toes into a very niche, unconventional genre.
…And what’s more, I found that I quite liked this niche genre.
It would have been one thing if I’d never known the taste, but now that I’ve had it, there’s no turning back.
“So, from now on, am I your master, Naeun?”
“Y-Yes.”
Im Naeun nodded, the corners of her lips curling up slightly.
Just a moment ago, I thought it would be difficult to act as her master now that my identity was revealed, but now that I’d made up my mind, I felt a surge of confidence, as if I could play the part as much as I wanted.
Click. A switch flipped inside me.
“For a bitch, your words are short.”
“I-I’m sorry…!”
Naeun hastily bowed her head.
I could see a level of submission in her that suggested she would crawl under the table right now if I commanded it.
That only fueled my excitement.
“When it’s just the two of us like this, what should you call me?”
“M-Master…”
“Good girl.”
When I reached out my hand, she immediately leaned her head forward as if she’d been waiting.
She looked just like a puppy waiting for its master’s touch, so I pleasantly stroked her head.
A new relationship was established with ease.
Ah, but there was one more problem to solve first.
“What are you going to do with the secret account now?”
At my question, Naeun, who had been smiling happily, shook her head.
“It doesn’t matter anymore. I have you, Master…♥”
A smile naturally formed on my face at her attitude, which suggested that as long as I loved her, she couldn’t care less about some secret account.
The moment Im Naeun said that, the fate of the account was sealed.
I have no hobby of showing off my woman’s—my slave’s—naked body to others.
Even less so do I have a hobby of receiving comments from people praising and critiquing it.
“Ah.”
Then, my newly awakened sadism shifted its gaze in another direction.
I had a good idea.
A way to announce the end of the secret account and simultaneously screw over all the bastards who had jerked off to my slave’s body.
“Still, it would be good to leave a final goodbye for the fans who’ve watched you for the last eleven months.”
“Eh…? I-Is that okay…?”
“Of course.”
I drained my cold coffee and stood up.
“Let’s go. Time to upload the last picture.”
I led the bewildered-looking girl outside and headed to a nearby motel.
The moment we entered the cheap motel room, I gave Im Naeun a command.
“Strip.”
“Yes, Master.”
Despite the forceful command, she obeyed without a word—no, she seemed happy to do it, throwing off her clothes.
After she was completely naked in an instant, I made her kneel before me. I pulled out my slowly hardening penis from my pants, brought it to her lips, and commanded.
“Suck it until it’s hard.”
“Haup…”
As if she’d been waiting, my bitch Naeun began to suck my penis with great care.
Her technique itself was terrible, but her earnest actions, as if she were worshiping my penis, made the cock being sucked into her mouth harden rapidly.
“That’s enough.”
“Nyeheh.”
Pop!
As if to express her disappointment, she pulled her mouth away with a strong suction.
Licking her lips, she stared at my penis, letting out hot breaths. She looked like a puppy holding itself back in front of a treat.
“Alright, time to take the last picture.”
I had her bring me her smartphone, set up a stand in a suitable spot, and placed the phone on it.
Then I made her sit down in front of me again and covered her eyes and nose with my stiffly erect penis.
And then…
“Come on, Naeun. You have to make a V-sign for the picture.”
“Heub… O-Okay…”
Continuously sniffing the penis right in front of her nose, she raised both hands and made a V-sign with a half-dazed expression.
I took the picture while she maintained a pose of perfect submission to a man.
I chose the photo that best concealed her face, added a mosaic over it, and uploaded the final picture to her secret account.
[From today, I’ll be living as my Master’s bitch. Goodbye everyone...♥]
I wonder if those bastards will see this and get off on it, or fall into despair.
Either way, it didn’t matter.
Whether the final gift I sent them—the victor who had claimed her from all the men who desired her—was despair or magnanimity.
“It’s uploaded, Master.”
“Good. You did well.”
I lightly stroked her head, and Naeun looked up at me with sparkling eyes.
“S-So, can I have my reward now…?”
“What reward?”
“Your penis… please put it inside my pussy…♥”
Seeing her beg while spreading her own wet pussy, I lost my reason and lunged at her.
“Heuk…♥”
Until the morning sun rose.
“S-Stop… Naeun’s gonna die, Mastah…!”
The sex continued until the bitch in heat begged me to stop herself.