The morning air around J High buzzed with more than just the excitement of a field trip. Rumors about Logan, Seong Min, and Crystal clung like static to every corner of the campus. But now, that chatter was drowned out by the clatter of shoes and the shrill voices of students boarding the buses.
Teachers barked half-hearted instructions as kids jostled for seats, dragging bags, laughing too loudly, and clustering with friends to claim spots.
Seong Min boarded without a word, slipping into the press of students like a shark among fish. Eyes followed him—half fearful, half curious—but no one dared approach. A three-person row near the back was empty, seemingly reserved for him.
He slid into the window seat, elbow resting casually on the frame, gaze distant as if the chaos around him didn't exist.
It didn't take long.
"Master!"
Yui Kim hurried down the aisle, clutching her bag tight. her face flushed—not from the crowd, but anticipation. She slipped into the seat beside him without hesitation, her shoulder brushing his arm.
Her loyalty was absolute. She didn't even check who noticed.
But someone did.
Zoe Park.
She stopped halfway down the aisle, narrowing her eyes at the scene. Yui pressed close, already leaning into Seong Min's space like she belonged there. Zoe's lips curved into a sharp, mocking smile as she sauntered closer.
"Wow, no hesitation, huh?" she drawled, sliding into the last seat of the row before anyone else could. She sat upright, grinning deliberately. "Guess pets don't need permission."
Yui's glance was smug, not defensive. "At least I don't have to beg for attention."
Zoe's smirk faltered just a moment. Then she leaned back, arms crossed, her leg brushing deliberately close to Seong Min's.
The bus lurched forward, teachers yelling for quiet. Noise swelled—kids chatting, laughing, arguing. But in the back, tension thickened.
Seong Min let it simmer.
As the bus rolled onto the highway, Yui shifted, pressing her thigh lightly against him. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, nervous but expectant.
Seong Min grinned. Without a word, his hand slid beneath her jacket, then lower—under the hem of her skirt.
Yui's breath hitched sharply.
Her thighs clenched instinctively, but when his fingers brushed her skin, her resistance melted. She parted slightly—enough to give him access, enough to show Zoe.
The movement was subtle—hidden from the rest of the bus—but Zoe sat right there. She could see everything.
Seong Min's fingers found her heat through thin fabric. Yui's lips parted in a silent gasp, her body jerking, struggling to stay still.
"Master…" she whispered, barely audible under the chatter. "Not here…"
Her protest died against a strangled moan when his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, teasing her. She bit her lip hard, fighting to stay quiet, nails digging crescent marks into her thighs.
Zoe's smirk disappeared. Her eyes sharpened. She couldn't look away.
Because she remembered.
Flashback: The bathroom weeks ago after school.
Zoe had walked in on Yui—half-dressed, clothes messy, hair tangled, eyes glazed like she'd been wrecked. Yui crouched by the sinks, tugging her skirt back into place, trembling like a cheap slut after being used.
Zoe hadn't said a word. She'd helped Yui gather herself, throwing a jacket around her shoulders, covering for her when others asked.
And now—this same scene played out, live, except this time, Yui wasn't ashamed.
She was proud.
Zoe clenched her fists in her lap.
Yui trembled under Seong Min's touch. Her eyes fluttered shut, lips pressed tight to hold back sounds threatening to spill. But every time she almost stifled it, his fingers curled just right, and a muffled moan escaped.
The sound was lost in the bus's hum. But to the three of them, it was deafening.
Seong Min leaned close, breath brushing her ear. "Keep your voice down. Or do you want them all to know what you really are?"
Her nails scratched the seat. "I-I'll try, Master…"
But her body betrayed her. Her hips rolled against his hand, begging for more.
Zoe turned away, pretending to look out the window, but her ears burned. She heard everything—the shallow gasps, whispered pleas.
Her nails bit into her arms. She hated it. Hated how Yui could sit there, openly losing herself, and still look smug.
It didn't take long.
Yui's body trembled harder, thighs quivering. She pressed her face against Seong Min's shoulder to muffle her moan as heat crashed through her.
Her climax hit in waves—shaking, desperate, barely contained.
Zoe saw it all—the flush across Yui's skin, the way her skirt slid higher, the faint damp stain spreading.
Seong Min's hand slid free, fingers glistening. He raised them without shame, holding them between Yui's lips.
"Clean."
Yui obeyed instantly, taking his fingers into her mouth, sucking eagerly, tongue swirling, moaning softly as she wiped him clean.
Her eyes flicked sideways, locking with Zoe's.
It wasn't submission. It was victory.
Zoe's jaw tightened, nails biting deeper into her arms.
Seong Min smirked. No words needed—the dare was clear.
Join. Stop. Or watch.
And then—Yui pulled out her phone.
She had angled it perfectly—camera low, recording everything. Her flushed face, her parted lips, the faint sound of his fingers working her pussy under her skirt.
Zoe's eyes widened.
Yui whispered breathlessly, eyes glinting as she glanced straight into the lens.
"See, Crystal? He only rewards loyalty."
She hit send.
One video. One recipient.
Crystal Choi.
Far ahead in the first bus, Crystal's phone buzzed.
She glanced down, expecting another rumor thread.
Instead—video.
Yui. With him. On the bus. His hand beneath her skirt. Her moans. Her mouth around his fingers.
Her breath caught.
Around her, classmates laughed, oblivious.
But Crystal's grip on her phone tightened until knuckles whitened.
She should delete it. Pretend she hadn't seen.
But she didn't.
She replayed it. Once. Twice.
The heat rose in her cheeks as Yui's whisper replayed in her head: He only rewards loyalty.
Her pride screamed. Rage burned hotter.
Loyalty? That slut thought loyalty made her worthy? That she could flaunt him, flaunt this, like she'd won?
No.
Crystal's jaw clenched. She locked her phone, posture immaculate, mask unbroken.
But inside, the storm churned.
When they arrived, she would act.
She would remind him—and them—what a queen does.
The Arrival
The bus squealed to a stop outside the theme park gates.
Students poured out in waves, buzzing with excitement. Teachers herded them like cats, shouting over the noise.
✨ End of Chapter 73 ✨