The Common Sense of the Instant Photo Booth (1)
After finishing our shopping, we headed to the subway station right next to the department store as originally planned. It wasn't like I actually planned to take the subway somewhere—it was because of the instant photo booth inside the station.
"You have to get those photos, right?"
"Yeah. They're mandatory for the bitch contract. One face photo and one pussy photo each. You know the format... right?"
"Ugh, yeah, I know."
I waved my hand dismissively, grimacing. A pussy photo? Even for a bitch contract, which was an official document, it was impossible to wrap my head around slapping a picture of my pussy right there. But this world had always been like this. And it wasn't just the pussy shots—the format for the face photos was abnormal too.
"What the hell is with this ahegao face? Fucking perverts..."
"They are perverts. But once you're inside the booth, no one else can see you, so relax."
"Yeah, I guess."
I fiddled with the hem of the hoodie I'd changed into at the clothing store, hesitating a bit. Geon-yul had suggested dressing properly for the ID photos since we were taking them anyway, which tempted me into buying something nice. But I ended up with a weird saleswoman who ruined my mood. Now that I looked at it, the outfit was just meh. I'd gone in hoping to buy a proper outfit to wear for the photos, but another hoodie? It didn't feel any different. Sure, I'd chosen it myself, but it was like a baggy hoodie that was just one size smaller—not quite fitting my body.
...Still, no way was I changing into the dress Geon-yul picked or anything like that.
"Why'd you pick those clothes earlier?"
"Huh? What clothes?"
"You know, lingerie, dresses, dolphin pants... Don't even think about it. Even if I had nothing to wear, I wouldn't put that stuff on, not even in the dorm."
"Obviously. I just grabbed whatever caught my eye because the saleswoman was staring at you hard. Thought she might suspect you were a social misfit, so I threw in a bunch of bitch-style stuff."
"Hmm, bitch style, huh."
Yeah, I'd noticed the saleswoman's gaze too. They say women like us—possessed souls, or "social misfits"—get caught in clothing stores way more often because of the higher ratio among women. It makes sense; if a woman comes in alone, looking suspiciously aware of everyone around her, and doesn't even know the etiquette of stripping naked to shop, she's gonna look suspicious by this world's standards. And if she's over twenty and doesn't know her own underwear size, grimacing at the saleswoman's sexual harassment? The types of clothes she buys stand out too—while other women try to expose as much as possible to attract men's eyes, she's bundled up in thick layers. No wonder it draws attention.
At least I was with Geon-yul, and I acted desperately enough to pass it off as awkward rather than outright suspicious. He must've been a little worried too, since he paid for stuff I probably wouldn't wear just to throw her off.
"Well, can't be helped then. Let's hurry up and take the photos so we can go. It's hard to talk out here with everyone watching."
"Got it. Go in first, take the two shots, and come out. I'll hit the bathroom quick."
"...You have to come back fast, okay?"
It'd be the first time separating from Geon-yul outside. Even at the entrance ceremony, we'd stayed in the same space. What if something happened to me while he was in the bathroom?
"Don't worry. The booth isn't fully visible from outside, and there's a curtain. If a bunch of guys gather out there, just stay put inside until I get back."
"What, are you my bodyguard or something?"
"Kinda, yeah. Be right back?"
With that, Geon-yul dashed off to the bathroom. Looked urgent. He could've gone earlier, but I swallowed my anxiety and stepped into the booth.
Sure enough, no one was inside. Just one machine with a mirror nearby so you could check your pose. And apparently, couples had fucked in here too—though it might've just been guys dragging in a toilet meat girl or onahole and using her on a whim—because semen splatters dotted the floor, filling the air with a pungent stench.
"First... the face shot, I guess."
Let's get this over with. I operated the machine, selected the format for bitch contract ID photos from the menu, and a bunch of instructions popped up on the screen. Just like I'd researched, and as the screen directed, I made that face.
"Eeeeh..."
I stuck out my pale red tongue, mouth wide open. My usually calm, intellectual black eyes rolled upward. A vulgar, slutty expression no normal woman should ever make.
5 seconds, 4 seconds... The camera timer ticked down fast, and click—the shutter snapped.
"W-whoa..."
I gulped at the photo on the screen. It was my face, but so obscenely slutty. A cute, pretty face like mine could get ruined like this? It looked like I'd been fucked senseless multiple times, totally out of it.
Still, it came out perfect, no issues. I confirmed it without hesitation, hit print, and moved straight to the pussy photo.
Vrrr!
This time, the camera angled downward. The screen showed exactly what it was capturing. I adjusted the height by bending and straightening my legs, then spread everything—labia majora, minora, clit, urethra, and even the vaginal opening—with my hands.
Again, a few seconds' grace period. Click went the shutter, and my pussy photo appeared on the screen.
"Move on, quick!"
Click click click! It looked good enough, so I mashed confirm to clear it from the screen. Hit print, and with a whirr... all procedures finished.
"Phew."
I pulled up my bitch panties and pants, which I'd briefly lowered for the pussy shot. Where do the photos come out, though? I scanned every corner of the booth for the dispenser, but nothing. I'd definitely heard the whirring sound.
Weird. As I tilted my head, voices came from outside. Not Geon-yul's. Strangers—and more than one.
"Whoa, fuck. What the hell is this?"
"Who takes pics like this and just leaves?"
"Fucking hot. Shit, I can't hold back. Gimme one. Lemme rub one out on her face."
"Kukuku! You psycho."
My heart pounded loud enough to hear in my ears. Who? Who's out there? And photos—don't tell me...
"Aw, too bad the hoodie's hiding her tits. Bet they're not small."
"That face, damn. Too real. She masturbate inside while taking it?"
"Tongue out is killer. If she was in front of me, I'd shove my dick in her mouth no questions asked... Huh? Another one's printing?"
No, please, wait! If that first one was my ahegao face, then the one coming out now is...
I wanted to scream, but no sound came. Obviously, they were looking at my photos—the ID shot where I'd made that ahegao face just now. But why were they printing outside instead of in here? I wanted to complain, but there was no one to blame.
And another one was printing. I knew exactly what it was. Too well.
"...Pussy?"
"It's a pussy pic."
"What kinda pervert bitch takes pussy photos?"
"Nah, but it's printing right now... Means someone's taking them live, not forgetting old ones."
"Exactly. Inside there, panties down, pussy spread, making that ahegao."
Goosebumps crawled up my arms. What do I do? Heart about to burst. I needed a plan. Once they realized I was in here, they'd come in—it was just a matter of time. If they knew these were for a bitch contract, maybe they'd leave, but they seemed clueless. To them, I was just some slut taking dirty pics in the booth.
And worst case—though unlikely—their twisted minds might warp it into something even worse.
"Hey, but not grabbing them right away like this."
"...Right?"
"I thought the same."
"She's not some bitch in heat desperately begging any passing guy to see the pics and come fuck her? Alone in there, fingering her pussy, pleading for dick?"
What bullshit! That's not it! I wanted to burst out and explain, but my legs wouldn't move. My voice wouldn't come. Instinctual fear gripped me.
Meanwhile, the guys outside seemed to have convinced each other.
"Hey in there, you there?"
What do I do? When's Geon-yul coming? If I say I'm taking photos for a bitch contract, will they leave? Fucking someone else's owned bitch is private property violation, heavy punishment—but unfortunately, I hadn't formalized the owner-pet contract with Geon-yul yet.
Right now, I was fair game for anyone. No rights, just a public bitch. By law and this world's common sense, even if they gang-raped and creampied me right here, it'd be fine. Even if I got pregnant, I'd raise it alone.
"Hey, you in there?"
"We know you're there~"
"Better answer quick."
Three different voices pressed me. Trembling, I barely squeezed out words.
"...What do you want?"
"What do you mean? We're waiting. And you've been waiting for us."
"N-no, that's not it. Please leave."
"Leave? We've been waiting to use it too, but some crazy bitch inside keeps printing weird pics, holding up the line."
No escape. Geon-yul, hurry! He was my only hope now. I don't want this, not here, please...
"I'll be out soon. Can you hand me the photos first?"
"Huh? Oh, these."
"Kyaa!"
The curtain parted slightly, and a thick hand reached in. Rough, calloused, hairy—nothing like my smooth woman's hand. It held my two photos.
"Wh-what the..."
"Didn't have time for more than one. Damn, good job. Perfect pervert bitch face."
"Come out for round two? This time I'll cum on the real face, not the pic."
"Fucking lunatic, kukuku!"
I snatched the photos, hands shaking. My first photo—the ahegao ID for the contract—was splattered thick with white cum. Anyone could tell it was semen!
"Hngh..."
"How's the facial feel? Horny yet?"
My dumb ahegao face was topped with stinking cum like icing. It even looked like I'd made that face blissed out from the facial.
'Filthy bastards...!'
I dropped the cum-stained photo immediately. No semen on my fingers since I'd grabbed the edge, but it pissed me off. Disgusting. Nauseating.
"Said you'd come out quick—when?"
"We'll just come in~"
"N-no! Don't come in!"
Shrrk! I resisted desperately as he yanked the curtain, but a woman's strength couldn't match a man's. The curtain flew open, and I stood trembling face-to-face with them.
"Ooh, face already flushed."
"Dressed already?"
"Look at that tail. Bitch bitch, huh?"
"Hmm, owned ones can't be used, right?"
"Yo, would an owned bitch be doing this alone? Obvious she's ownerless and fishing like this."
"True that. Aww, come here, our little bitch. Paw at my dick! On all fours, show pussy! Owner'll stuff your pussy with yummy food."
"What food in the pussy?"
"Cock rice."
The cramped booth filled with three men. One had his pants down, dick out and dirty like he'd just cum.
"Pull the anal plug, and it's ass-pussy, bitch-pussy, mouth-pussy—three holes. Perfect for fucking."
"Didn't expect three owners, huh? Serve us good."
"If I like it, might take her as a bitch. Usually stick to cheap onaholes—wonder if bitch pussy feels different?"
Corralled by their bulk, I collapsed into the corner. Resistance was futile; they'd just shove harder.
"No... I-I have an owner. I do. You'll go to jail. Private property violation—you know that? Owner's in the bathroom—just wait a bit..."
"Cut the bullshit, it won't work. That collar's for unowned bitches only. You don't even know that?"
"What do you expect from bitch IQ?"
"True. As long as pussy feels good."
They unbuckled belts, dropping pants. Was this really happening? In a subway station with people passing by—why wasn't anyone helping? Oh, right. This world. To them, I wasn't a woman getting gang-raped by three guys—just a neighborhood bitch getting lots of love from three humans.
Still... I hated it. Fuck, couldn't even refuse properly. If I freaked out or screamed, I'd be labeled a social misfit for sure.
I backed away from their filthy approaching dicks, pressing against the wall, whimpering softly.
"Geon-yuuul..."
Then—thwack! The rearmost guy got smacked by something flying in and dropped. A much bulkier man parted the curtain.
"Sorry, a bit late."
Why now? How long I waited. Scared me to death. Almost cried. This what happens alone? But thanks for coming before too late. Without you, it'd be over already. You've kept me safe by always sticking close.
A whirlwind of thoughts, but what came out was tsundere deflection.
"Shitting your guts out or what..."
"Hey, this is all 'cause of you... Nah, whatever. Who the fuck are these guys?"
I answered Geon-yul's question in a quivering voice, forcing back tears.
"N-no, just saw a bitch advertising for dick, so we came... No idea she had an owner..."
"Even my dumb bitch told you she has an owner, and you ignored it to eat her pussy? Know the punishment for that? If my exclusive bitch pussy got gangbanged and loosened, I wouldn't let it slide."
"N-no! No! Even if gangbang, the other two were just for ass and mouth!"
"Shut up, assholes. Chae-a's ass-pussy and mouth-pussy are mine too. I don't share my bitch."
This idiot. Even if true, phrasing much? Looks heroic from outside, ruined by the lines.
...Can't be helped, though.
"Y-you little shit! Don't talk crap! You haven't even contracted yet! That collar! Think I don't know?! Proof she's uncontracted!"
The guy in front of Geon-yul flinched hard, but the one farther away—opposite Geon-yul—yelled and stepped up. Probably true. Formal contract swaps the collar. He knew it.
What now? Could Geon-yul take both in a fight? How's assault punished here? Fighting over a bitch count as property dispute?
"Sigh, what now? Ask her yourself? Hey, Chae-a. Tell the uncle nicely. In bitch pose."
Geon-yul was bulldozing with momentum. The two looked scared of him anyway. If I backed him up, they'd have excuse to leave.
...But how? Say something lewd like him? I held my breath, steeling myself. No hesitation—I squatted, wagging my tail.
Lines I'd never say normally, but with life, chastity—or both—on the line, a few words to defuse? I'd do anything.
Calm them without bruising egos, save face, send 'em off. Legs spread, I drew an X over my double-protected pussy with my finger.
"Sorry! Chae-a's Geon-yul Owner's exclusive bitch, so can't offer bitch-pussy to others!"
...Ah. I wanna die.