Crazy Girl (2)
Crazy Girl (2)
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When I opened the door, I could see a woman who turned around, startled.
'Wow... she's fucking gorgeous.'
She was much prettier than Ha-yeon Noona, the prettiest member of the Cheerleading Squad; I hate to say it, but she was incomparably prettier.
Her age... I'd guess early 20s.
With long straight hair, wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, her figure was so good that just that alone made it feel like a scene from a photoshoot.
However... the makeup is a bit of a turn-off.
She clearly has a pretty face, so why does she do her makeup like that? It's like a kid clumsily trying to imitate an adult—a strange, indescribable kind of makeup.
It's definitely weird... even with the weird makeup, she can't hide her beauty; I wonder if this is the law of the original face being immutable.
The place where the woman is standing is right in front of my Locker Room.
But what she's holding looks familiar. That thing in her hand...
"My uniform...?"
And why is the Locker Room open?
The woman, who had been standing still as if frozen, finally startled and quickly hid her hands behind her back.
Isn't that a bit too late? It's not like I can't see it just because you did that.
The uniform sticking out from behind her back is annoying.
"Excuse me. Who are you, and why are you holding my uniform? No, how did you even know the password to the locker room and get in?"
As the woman stumbled backward, her lower body, which had been hidden by the locker, was revealed.
What the hell is that look?
Why are her pants half-down... wait?
Hold on.
Before I came in, what was that woman doing?
She was definitely burying her face in my uniform... and her pants are half-down...?
It's coming... I have a hunch.
This is... this is...
"My, scent masturbation!?"
"No, it's not!!"
The woman screams, but with her pants half-down, how can I believe her?
Masturbating while smelling... that's a play I've only imagined myself.
It's a manic fetish, but isn't it a turn-on for any guy?
Honestly, when I went to my childhood friend's house during my school days, I saw that bitch's panties and debated it. Whether to take them and use them for wanking material or not.
Some people are perverts who wear panties on their faces to masturbate, but I wasn't quite at that level.
Just normally, imagining the scent of the part that had just been taken off and was still warm, especially the part that touched the crotch, and wanking to that?
Past me was too plain.
When I was really into that, I wanked to it a lot.
Of course, I've never actually done it.
That childhood friend bitch... she had such good instincts that I felt like I'd get caught immediately if I stole her panties.
"Hey. First of all, calm down. I can fully understand you masturbating with my uniform."
"I, I said noooo!!"
Even though I said I understood, she yelled and denied it with all her might, then moved in a hurry as if to run away and fell over with a crash.
It seems she tried to run without thinking about her pants being half-down.
'Is she an idiot?'
Falling forward looked quite painful, but what caught my eye more than that was...
"...White."
Pure white. Classic.
As they say, the end of tuning is the original, pure white panties are truly the best.
"Don't look!!"
At the sharp shout, I quickly turned my head, though it was a shame.
Because I'm a gentleman.
"I said don't look!!"
"I'm not looking."
"I can see your eyes rolling around!"
...How did she know?
"You... you pervert!!"
"I'm not a pervert."
"You're peeking, you pervert!!"
No, wait a minute.
Speaking of perverts, isn't this woman the actual pervert?
"Hey. The pervert is actually you—"
"Kyaaak! I said don't look!!"
"Ugh!"
I saw the woman throw something, but since I was looking away at an awkward angle, I couldn't dodge it and ended up getting hit directly.
Bpak!
The impact struck my head. Along with the sound of a watermelon cracking, the world flashed for a moment and then started spinning.
"Oh, what do I... are you okay?"
"Wait... I'm dizzy..."
I staggered from the dizziness and collapsed right there.
Something caught in my hand as I flailed instinctively.
When I came to, for some reason, the woman's face was right in front of me.
Smells nice.
Without realizing it, I sniffed, and felt a weight filling my hand.
As I gripped it, a soft sensation... soft?
I felt a gaze for a moment and jerked my head up, making eye contact with the woman who was staring intently at me.
"......."
"......."
A moment of silence.
For some reason, she didn't tell me to move, so I gave it a little squeeze.
"Your breasts are really soft."
Oh shit... they're fucking big and soft.
Click.
"Huh?"
Click, click, click.
"Hey... what are you doing...?"
Why is she using her phone...?
"Move now."
At the cold voice, I stopped squeezing and barely managed to get up.
As soon as I stood up, I had to rub my forehead due to the throbbing pain rushing from my head.
Fuck, it hurts like hell.
I didn't even know it hurt while I was touching her breasts, so why does it hurt so much now that I've let go? I guess breasts really are medicine.
'Since it hurts, should I ask her to let me touch them a little more?'
I thought nonsense as I scanned the floor.
What on earth did she throw... a phone?
A strangely familiar phone was rolling on the floor.
"What the fuck! This is my phone!!"
"Hmph. I told you not to look."
"No... what is this... ha!"
I'm dumbfounded, nose-blocked, and speechless.
"Talk about the thief accusing the master."
"It's 'the thief accusing the victim', actually."
"...'Master' or 'victim', whatever. No, why on earth did you throw a phone? And why my phone of all things... no, this is weird too. Why do you have my phone?"
"......."
"Now that I think about it, it's even weirder. No, fuck. In the first place, you were the one masturbating while smelling my uniform!!"
As I spoke, my anger welled up in a gradient, and I ended up yelling at the end.
Ah, fuck. Yelling is making my head split.
Pretty woman or whatever, it hurts, so the sixty-year cycle of anger stored deep in my gut is surging up.
"...It's not."
"Not? Then why were you burying your face in my uniform? Why were your pants down!"
Her gaze, which had been shaking frantically as if there were an earthquake, turns to the floor.
The woman, who had only been moving her lips, said in a small, mumbling voice.
"That's..."
"That's?"
"I, I smelled something good from somewhere, so I was smelling it..."
"Smelling it?"
"I, I suddenly had to, had to pee..."
"Ah~ I see. So. You somehow got into the soccer team's locker room where outsiders aren't allowed, the place that smelled good happened to be the uniform inside my locker, you took it out to smell it, and then coincidentally had to pee, so you pulled your pants down while smelling my uniform inside the locker room?"
"......."
Are you kidding me?
"Haa. Hey. Tell me honestly. You did it, right?"
"I, I said noooo."
"Honestly, I like scent masturbation too. I can understand. You can masturbate while smelling things."
"...Really?"
"Of course. Well, I am exceptionally handsome, after all. I fully understand. You must have wanted to masturbate while smelling my uniform because I'm handsome."
Because I want to smell panties when I see a pretty woman too.
"But fuck, what about my phone! What are you going to do about the phone I bought a month ago!!"
"Eek! You scared me! Don't yell!!"
"Are you in a position to yell at me right now, you pervert?"
I was sighing in disbelief when she suddenly jumped up.
In front of my eyes, through the half-down jeans, I could see the space between her slightly parted thighs, and going up from there, where the thighs meet, were pure white panties....
As I stared blankly, the woman quickly pulled up her pants.
I watched the panties disappear behind the jeans with a lingering gaze, then looked up at the gaze I felt from above.
"......."
"......."
I felt awkward, so I stood up and realized our eye levels were surprisingly similar.
She's taller than I thought.
Probably early 170s...?
The woman, arms crossed haughtily, scoffed, "Hmph," and said.
"Pervert."
"Unbelievable. Who are you calling a pervert?"
"What. Do you have proof?"
"No, just now my uniform—"
"I asked if you have proof."
"Of course! Well..."
...I don't?
Since it's a shared locker room, there's no CCTV. No, fuck. Do I really have no proof?
"See. No proof. I'm the one who's wronged."
"Wow~ I'm going crazy! Wronged? I'm the one who's wronged!! I saw it clearly with my own two eyes! Besides... yeah, this phone! What are you going to do about my phone! It's the latest model I bought last month?"
"Shut up, don't whine. A phone? I'll buy you one."
"...Really?"
"Yeah. The latest model."
"Apple Company?"
"I'll buy you the phone, tablet, and pad. Happy?"
...Well, then.
I'll let the phone slide for now.
"Then my forehead! What about this? My head is still throbbing like hell? What if I get dumber because of this!"
"Doesn't look like you have much to lose, but since you say it hurts, I'll blow on it for you."
"......."
I watched the woman's back as she walked away, feeling bitter.
I let her go, but... is this right?
Thinking about it while feeling uneasy, it's actually a gain.
'She said she'd replace my broken phone screen with the latest Apple Company phone. And she said she'd give me a tablet and a pad too, so that's a huge win, right?'
Above all, she blew on my forehead.
If she had been a little closer, it would have been a kiss; what a shame.
But I feel like I've seen her somewhere.
Even if she's a bit of a pervert, there's no way I'd forget such a pretty woman... forget...
"Ah!! I remember!! That rude woman from back then!!"
A day I can never forget.
The day I got the status window and the first day I entered the soccer club.
That day, the rude, pretty woman I met while running to school to avoid being late! That was her just now.
Vrrr— Vrrr—
The phone I had set to vibrate rang. An unknown number on the cracked screen.
"Hello?"
—Oh~ It's Min-jun~~ Min-jun~ Why aren't you coming~~?
It was a woman's voice.
And it sounded like she was drunk, with a slurred tongue.
"Who?"
—Oh my~ That's mean~ Did you already forget your Noona, Min-jun?
"Noona? Which Noona... ah, are you Ji-gyeong Noona?"
—Noona is so sad~~ Min-jun, you're really mean.
"Ah, I'm sorry! I'll be right there!"
—Mm-hmm~ Noona is dizzy right now, so I stepped out for a bit, okay? Can you come here?
"If you tell me where you are, I'll go right away! Ah, but Noona, how did you get my number?"
—Number? I asked the kids I'm with~ Why? Do you hate that Noona knows your number, Min-jun?
"No!"
I ran to the place Ji-gyeong Noona told me, and a woman with a face flushed red was sitting, leaning against a wall.
"Noona? Ji-gyeong Noona?"
"Min-jun-ah~ Why are you so late~?"
"I had some things to do..."
"Min-jun. Noona is dizzy, so I'm going to go get some fresh air for a moment, can you help me walk?"
"Sure, okay."
...Huh?
But why are we in front of a motel?